The X-Files s09e13 Episode Script
Jump the Shark
[Morris.]
Once upon a time, there were three how should I put this geeks.
Three more unlikely heroes there never were.
[Byers.]
We defend the defenseless.
I don't see any other way.
It wasn't long before their naiveté - [Click.]
- nearly got them killed.
So they hooked up with an FBI agent [Byers.]
That's why we like you, Mulder.
Your ideas are weirder than ours.
And began publishing a what shall I call itrag called The Lone Gunman.
[Langly.]
The guys at the NSA and the CIA they tremble every time we put out one of these babies.
From their cramped basement office they pointed fingers at powerful, evil forces.
And some not so evil.
In their own unique way, the three gunmen were patriots fighting the good fight.
We tell the stories others refuse to tell.
Yeah, that's one way to put it.
And provided, um, expertise for their friends at the FBI.
She's hot.
For a brief time, it looked like they might actually make a difference in this cold, cruel world.
They acquired an intern who believed in their cause.
[Jimmy.]
You guys fight the lost causes.
I want to help.
And a powerful beautiful nemesis [Automatic Gunfire.]
Who became an ally.
But the world is not kind to idealists and those who fight the good fight don't always win.
[Sonar Pinging.]
Morris? Morris, it's going "ping.
" Oh, it most certainly is.
[Giggling.]
Ping.
[Laughing.]
You're going to make me spill.
Mmm.
Morris, what is all that stuff, anyway? Oh, baby, don't make me talk shop.
It is so boring.
But I want to know.
All right.
Well, where do I begin? You know we're in the Bermuda Triangle, right? That place where all those planes and ships have mysteriously disappeared? Who do you think named it the "Bermuda Triangle"? Wait.
You? Yeah, that was in my former life before I joined the private sector.
There are a lot of things I can't talk about owing to matters of national security, but I will say this: There are powerful forces out here.
Primal other-worldly forces - Mmm.
- Hidden beneath the waves just waiting to be plucked by man.
- [Engine Approaching.]
- Somebody's coming.
Hmm? Hey, whatever you're selling we don't want any, okay? No ganja.
[Woman Screaming.]
Ho! Hey! Hey! Wait, wait, wait Uh Oh, you want the girl? Yeah, I can dig it.
I'm down with that.
Uh Oh, wait, wait, wait.
Guys, this is a rental.
There's a $15,000 deposit on this Oh, God Your employer wanted me to tell you you're fired.
[Engine Accelerating.]
[Door Opening.]
Morris Fletcher? Finally.
What took you so long? You must be Reyes.
Enchanté.
Yeah.
Mr.
Fletcher we've been told you requested us by name.
We're very curious about that.
Well, you two head the FBI's X-Files unit, do you not? I thought you'd appreciate what I have to offer.
Which is? [Chuckles.]
You have no idea who you're sitting here with, do you? A guy who's up fudge creek for violating The Federal Secrets Act.
How's that for starters? Look, l-I've got top security clearance.
I'm supposed to check in every month with my former employer.
So I skipped a few phone calls.
Big deal.
Let me give you a hint.
I used to work at Groom Lake, Nevada.
Area 51.
I was a Man in Black! The Men in Black.
What, you've never heard of us? I saw the movie.
Yeah, well, there were a lot of technical inaccuracies in that thing.
Anyway, I'm ready to make a deal.
What deal would that be? The one that saves my furry pink ass.
People are trying to kill me.
Did you hear about my boat? Yeah, your female companion told us what she witnessed.
My female Oh, you mean they didn't kill Brittany? Brittany.
Well, thank God she's still alive.
Look, I need protection.
I need to get out of here.
You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.
I can give you guys the keys to the kingdom.
UFOs, aliens the whole 50 year cover-up.
I was there for all of it.
Tell me, Mr.
Fletcher these documents of yours are they indicative of the kind of secrets you can reveal to us? Honey they're just the tip of the iceberg.
This is the Jupiter 2 from Lost in Space.
Okay, yeah, th-those are B.
S.
, but only those! See, l-I was freelancing for this foreign billionaire.
I told him the air force lost a flying saucer in the Bermuda Triangle and that I could recover it for him.
In the Bermuda Triangle and that I could recover it for him.
I just wanted to cruise the Bahamas.
I never would've given him the real thing.
That would be un-American.
Comin' out.
Well, he found out about it.
Now he wants to kill me.
I need protection.
Super Soldiers.
What do you know about Super Soldiers? A bit.
It may be there's one I can help you lay your hands on.
This Super Soldier, he have a name? Not he.
She.
[Buzzer Sounding.]
What in the hell do they want? [Banging On Door.]
Gentlemen.
What happened here? Did you get robbed? No.
Uh, we're upgrading everything.
We gave away all our old crap to the Salvation Army.
We're buying totally new stuff.
What can we do for you, Agents? Well, we were hoping you could help us out.
You know that for months now we've been investigating this secret cadre these, uh, so-called Super Soldiers.
Genetically-altered humans.
You mean the ones that want to kill Mulder? [Reyes.]
Exactly.
We'd like your help tracking one down.
This woman.
[Reyes.]
You recognize her? She's, um She's a fellow hacker.
Damn fine one.
[Byers.]
She calls herself Yves Adele Harlow.
Uh, it's not her real name.
[Frohike.]
We never learned her real name.
She disappeared a year ago, and nobody's seen her since.
Well, we have reason to believe that she's resurfaced and that she's become one of these Super Soldiers.
[Frohike Laughing.]
What in the hell are you talking about? She's no Super Soldier.
Absolutely not.
Not a chance.
Who told you that? [Morris.]
This is pointless.
These three monkeys couldn't find stink in an outhouse.
Why are we even here? You son of a Hey, let me at him! I'll kill him! - I'll hold him down! - Whoa, fellas - You've got a nerve coming here.
- Miserable son of a bitch.
Told you they wouldn't help.
[Doggett.]
All right everybody just shut up.
This man is a professional liar.
Every word out of his mouth.
[Langly.]
He's a scam artist.
He used us to track Yves down a year ago.
[Frohike.]
And then he abducted her.
Which is why I know what happened to her.
[Clears Throat.]
I facilitated a meeting, is all.
And the man I was working for? I didn't know in advance what he was planning to do to her.
Not my finest hour, I'll admit it.
Every word out of his mouth.
[Morris.]
Agents I'm telling you, you don't want these three involved.
And they don't even have their ridiculous Tinkertoy gizmos.
This place is like How the Grinch Stole Radio Shack.
[Doggett.]
All right, you three know this woman.
I want your help.
I need to track down this Yves Adele Harlow.
Knock, please.
Oh.
My office hours are 3:00 to 5:00 Mondays and Fridays.
You'll make time for me, Professor.
[Air Hisses.]
Douglas, you ready to go? Douglas? [Gasps.]
Airline reservation database.
What name do we look under? Try our old standby different anagrams of Lee Harvey Oswald.
"Area 51 Exposé"ooh! Where's your new issue? This one's a year old.
Back off, Skeezix.
You'll never find her that way.
[Beeps.]
He's right no anagrams for Yves Adele Harlow.
- So, who's Joey? - What? Joey Ramone? Leader of the greatest punk rock band in human history? Now shut up.
[Snickering.]
What? What are you, 34, 35? Why don't you cut your hair and grow up, huh? Need I remind you, Fletcher that Doggett and Reyes aren't here to save you.
Yeah, well, get yourself a real hero, anyway not some dead teeny-bopper.
You want to know why Joey Ramone's my hero? 'Cause people like you never managed to grind him down.
They never stole his spirit.
He never gave in, never gave up, and never sold out.
Right till his last breath.
[Scoffs.]
And he's not dead.
Guys like that, they live forever.
Langly just ignore him.
[Sighs.]
Look, if we have to work together, let's work together.
We don't have to work together.
Well, watching you three try and find your butts with both hands is not my idea of a fun time.
Now, wouldn't it be easier tracking Yves if you knew her real name? You know her real name? Lois Runce.
Lois Runce? Aha.
I'm telling you the truth, boys.
Well, if you were, it'd be a first.
[Knocking.]
Nobody knows about that door.
That's our secret door.
Does Lois know about it? Yves? Jimmy? Guys Jimmy? How you feeling, man? [Morris.]
Oh, right.
The old errand boy.
The guy used to intern for you losers, right? I wondered what happened to you.
Why is he here? [Byers.]
FBI business.
It's a long story.
Where the hell you been, big guy? Zurich.
Then Malta.
Then Yemen.
And just now New Jersey.
It's been a real geology lesson.
I ran out of money, so I hitchhiked here then snuck in the back 'cause I didn't know if the place was being watched.
[Sighs.]
I just had to see you guys.
It's about Lois.
Lois Runce? That's Yves's real name.
I told you so.
Hey, wait a minute.
You tracked her all over the world? You? [Sighs.]
Mr.
Brainpower here is lucky to be alive.
Why did you send him? Were you trying to get him killed? He sent himself to find Yves.
We tried to talk him out of it.
Yeah, and now I almost wish you had.
Jimmy, what is it? Are you all right? Last night I traced her to a little college in New Jersey.
It's the closest I've been in a year of searching.
I saw her.
I actually laid my eyes on her I called to her but she ran.
Later on, I found out Guys, I think she murdered somebody.
One down.
John Gillnitz? I'm Agent Reyes, and this is Agent Doggett.
Is this the woman you saw last night? It was dark.
It could have been her.
Do you have her in custody? We're working on it.
Sir, what can you tell us about your friend? Have any reason why he may have been targeted? Absolutely none.
Douglas was a wonderful teacher and an even better researcher.
What did he research? Elasmobranchii sharks, rays and skates.
He was a marine biologist? An immunologist.
Sharks have a remarkable immune system.
Toxins that would kill nearly any other vertebrate pass right through them.
So he did medical research? Douglas wanted to save the world.
Cheer up, Gomer.
Bringing the whole room down.
This is a computer, Langly.
Com-pu-ter.
Step away before you embarrass yourself.
Always a pleasure, Kimmy.
Yeah, yeah.
So, then, how do you wish to partake of my hacking genius? Thanks toJimmy we know Yves's real name.
Hey, I told you before he did.
Jimmy also told us what kind of car she's driving silver X5 with New York plates.
Really? Way to go, special ed.
The New Jersey Turnpike has video cameras at every tollbooth.
Langly hacked the system and spotted her southbound at Newark.
Somewhat creative.
We spotted her again going through the Fort McHenry Tunnel.
She passed through not 20 minutes ago.
We're betting she's headed for D.
C.
We're going to try to intercept her with your help.
Think you might find a military satellite you could piggyback give us a bird's-eye view of the Beltway? Intriguing.
Stand aside, ladies.
We'll be on the cell.
I got shotgun.
Dream on.
You're staying here.
We need somebody we can trust keeping an eye on Fletcher.
I'm on it.
So, how'd you like Malta? The only thing I can say for sure is what killed him.
He was injected with some sort of tiny poison pellet but the wound in his chest was postmortem.
What is that? That's what I said.
My best guess is bioluminescence but I'm still waiting to hear back from our lab.
Bioluminescence, as in the stuff that makes lightning bugs glow? Lightning bugs, plankton, jellyfish but generally not dead college professors.
So, what? This stuff was put on postmortem? No, as near as I can tell, it bled out of him.
It gets weirder still.
When I opened him up I found adhesions that indicate past surgery so I'm figuring I'll find he had a bypass or a pacemaker.
Instead, I find this.
Looks like cartilage.
It is.
It was living tissue grafted into him.
I have absolutely no idea why.
It held something.
Something that's now missing.
Could that be the purpose of this wound? A little ad hoc surgery? Maybe that was the very purpose of the murder.
Whatever was inside him, she removed it.
What the hell was inside him? I have no clue.
Seriously, this is the first I'm hearing of it.
Weird organs? I don't know what to tell you.
You've never heard of the man Professor Douglas Houghton? You're looking at me oddly.
Perhaps because you've been known to lie on occasion.
Yeah, well, I'm not lying now.
I've said from the start I didn't know what she was up to.
[Kimmy.]
Damn it! Crashed again! I cannot make magic with substandard equipment.
What's the problem? The problem is it's a freakin' piece of junk.
I knew those guys were broke but this is pathetic.
The guys are broke? Are you kidding? Look around this dump.
They had to hock all their stuff just to pay the rent.
What about this? Oh, their paper? Deader than disco.
They haven't published in months.
So saving the world doesn't pay the bills.
There's a hot news flash for you, huh? The chumps.
They were getting by all right till you put 'em out of business.
Oh, and how exactly did I do that? When you took Yves.
They spent every last dime trying to find her.
They're loyal to their friends.
Hilarious, huh? [Phone Rings.]
Reyes.
[Byers.]
You better get here quick.
Where are you? The Hotel Farragut.
Hurry.
[Bell Dings.]
She's going to kill that guy.
Doggett and Reyes are on their way.
By then it'll be too late.
[Frohike.]
Yves, don't do it! Lois? Should I call you that? I prefer Yves.
So, we take it you're not a Super Soldier.
Super what? Long story.
Never mind.
Yves, you weren't seriously going to smoke that guy, were you? I know you three mean well but I can't begin to tell you how badly you've mucked things up.
[Door Opening.]
So this guy just up and bolted.
He hit her and then he took off.
Nobody's seen him.
The room is registered to one Leonard Southall of Darien, Connecticut.
It's an alias.
It's a stolen I.
D.
The real Leonard Southall died in 1996.
You want to tell me who that was? His real name I have no idea.
This is your bag, isn't it? It's quite a party you've got planned for him.
Respirator surgical gloves scalpel.
Not to mention this little item here.
[Reyes.]
You were planning to cut him open, Ms.
Runce just like you did the professor.
Why? Yves, that can't be true.
Tell them it's not.
It is, Jimmy.
Time is running short.
Unless you let me finish what I started innocent people will die.
You want to elaborate on that? First things first.
Who was it that put you on to me? [Groans.]
Okay, guys, so she's not a Super Soldier.
I made an honest mistake.
Ow! [Yves.]
As I suspected it's a tracking device.
I'm sure he meant to activate it once he knew you had me.
You've been wearing that since Miami.
You've been running a scam on us from the start.
Blowing up the boat.
The girl as your witness.
You planned all that.
[Doggett.]
That and all the Super Soldier bull.
All that was just to hook us.
So then you two would in turn hook us.
And we'd track down Yves for this slimeball all over again.
Well, what can I tell you? You three always get the job done for me.
Who do you work for, Fletcher? An international arms dealer a billionaire and scum of the earth.
[Fletcher.]
And he's also My father.
My father is a murderer and a supporter of terrorism.
I hate everything he stands for.
[Jimmy.]
Yves you're a murderer, too.
The man I killed was a terrorist, Jimmy.
A zealot whose research was funded by my father for its potential as a weapons system.
Houghton was an immunologist doing research on sharks.
[Yves.]
Yes, and he used his knowledge of their immune system to devise a vessel of sorts one that kept him safe from an engineered virus that he carried within him.
This man had living tissue implanted in his chest.
Cartilage.
Shark cartilage.
It contains something which you removed.
That was this virus you were talking about.
I destroyed it, but it was only one of two.
Oh, man, the bald dude at the hotel.
The one that got away.
[Yves.]
Think of him as a human time bomb.
He can pass by any sniff dog, any metal detector and no one would ever suspect.
What triggers this time bomb? Programmed cellular death genetically altered to a high degree of precision.
The way the vessel is decaying inside of him is virtually clocklike.
It will lose integrity and rupture at 8:00 tonight.
Five hours from now? [Yves.]
This virus, once it's airborne its kill radius is five or six miles depending on the winds.
Potentially, it could kill thousands tens of thousands.
Fletcher I know you're a dirtbag but, still, how could you be a party to this? [Yves.]
Fletcher's a con man, not a killer.
He didn't know about it.
Providing all this is true, how do we track this man down? Kimmy, zoom in more.
Zoom in.
Back off, kibitzer, I'm doing it.
This thing is slower than Stumpy, my one-legged granny.
Where did you get this dinosaur turd? Stop bellyaching and work.
Those things will kill you, you know.
Yeah, that's why I quit You want one? So you're too broke to publish, huh? Pencil neck told me.
It's a shame.
This little rag always was such a hoot.
I'm going to miss it.
But, hey, the world spins on, right? Maybe saving it is a younger man's game.
Or a woman's.
Maybe it is.
Got to admit, Byers, it hasn't exactly been our year.
And to top it all off we screwed the pooch pretty good today.
Maybe we should pack it in.
And do what instead? We never gave up.
We never will.
In the end if that's the best they can say about us it'll do.
[Langly.]
I got him! [Kimmy.]
It's my hack, Langly.
I got him.
We got him, all right? Our bad guy just rented a blue Corolla under his alias, Leonard Southall.
We just picked him up on Kimmy's satellite.
[Kimmy.]
Yeah, hauling north like a bat out of hell.
New Jersey Turnpike, I think I know where he's headed.
[Nail Guns Popping.]
[Phone Ringing.]
Lone Gunman Newspaper Group.
Byers speaking.
Byers? John Doggett.
Agent Doggett, do you have him? Oh, yeah, we got him.
Listen, how much do you trust this Yves Harlow Lois Runce whatever name she's telling you? Completely.
Why? Because the doctors here have run every kind of imaging on this guy Southall and come up snake eyes.
No virus, no cartilage vessel in his chest, nothing.
They found nothing.
That doesn't make sense.
[Byers.]
They're absolutely certain? One hundred percent.
Agent Reyes and I are looking like a couple of fools on this one.
There must be something we missed.
All I can tell you is, we got the wrong guy.
There must be a second man.
I know there is.
It's basic Terrorism 101.
Except we don't know his name and we don't know his target.
And we've got one hour to find him.
Good evening.
You're good.
All my information pointed to that man Leonard Southall.
He goes by an alias, he traveled to Washington on this very day.
Clearly, he's involved somehow.
He must be.
He made a beeline right back to that biology department where the dead professor worked.
It's their base of operation.
[Langly.]
Yeah, so if Southall is involved and yet he doesn't have the virus inside of him So how exactly does he fit into their plan? Three-card monte.
You ever played it? You have now.
What's that supposed to mean? It means these guys have you running after the ace when you should be chasing the queen.
Oh, my God.
Southall is the decoy.
That's all he is.
You were hot on their trail so they gave you someone else to follow.
I thought you didn't know anything about terrorists.
I don't.
But, boy, do I know scams.
I wasn't a Man in Black all those years for nothing.
They made you work at finding Southall which tells me the real guy is hiding in plain sight, right out in the open.
A friend of the dead professor? A co-worker maybe.
The man who saw me through the professor's window.
The one who identified me.
Ladies and gentlemen, scientists academic leaders and government representatives.
Coming together is our goal this evening coming together as one.
Those words are easily spoken.
But guiding our missile into that fugitive and imponderable target is hard indeed.
Sorry, conference attendees only.
We're reporters.
What newspaper you work for? The Lone Gunman.
Never heard of it.
We're legit, man.
Show him your press pass.
It's desperately important that we get in there.
Yeah, buddy, come on.
These expired last December.
We've got five minutes.
We believe there's a dangerous man in that room.
Folks, I need all of you to step away right now.
Look, thousands of people may die.
Mike, I got a situation over by the main conference room.
John Gillnitz! John Gillnitz! Step back, sir.
I'm really sorry.
Where'd he go? Split up.
Four minutes left.
Good luck.
Hey, wait! What do we do with this guy once we find him? Hold him till I get there.
I'll do the rest.
- You mean cut him open? - If that virus gets into the air stream, we'll have failed.
People will die.
Whatever it takes.
Let's go.
Three minutes and counting.
[Distant Banging.]
[Banging Continues.]
Don't try to run.
I don't have to.
Yves, Jimmy, we found him! Over here! What do you plan to do? By my watch, it's two minutes to 8:00.
Not much time for surgery.
Yves! Jimmy! Now you have a minute forty.
Guys.
Whatever it takes.
[Alarm Rings.]
[Jimmy.]
Byers! Frohike! Langly! Yves, come here.
Guys! Guys! [Gurgling.]
Oh, God.
No.
Don't, Jimmy.
Jimmy, don't.
It's airtight.
They're already exposed.
No, guys.
Buddy, fight the good fight.
Both of you.
Never give up.
Vaya con Dios, amigos.
Arlington.
You must've pulled some big strings to get those guys in here.
It's the least I could do.
You ready? Yeah.
Dana.
I'll catch up.
They meant so much to me.
I'm not sure if they ever really knew.
Nobody knew what heroes they were.
It's not right.
It's not.
[Morris.]
No, it's not.
Langly said to me the ones who never give up, they never die.
I still don't know what that means.
That means that like everyone buried here the world is a better place for them having been in it.
It means that they're gone but they live on through us all.
[Child.]
I made this.
Once upon a time, there were three how should I put this geeks.
Three more unlikely heroes there never were.
[Byers.]
We defend the defenseless.
I don't see any other way.
It wasn't long before their naiveté - [Click.]
- nearly got them killed.
So they hooked up with an FBI agent [Byers.]
That's why we like you, Mulder.
Your ideas are weirder than ours.
And began publishing a what shall I call itrag called The Lone Gunman.
[Langly.]
The guys at the NSA and the CIA they tremble every time we put out one of these babies.
From their cramped basement office they pointed fingers at powerful, evil forces.
And some not so evil.
In their own unique way, the three gunmen were patriots fighting the good fight.
We tell the stories others refuse to tell.
Yeah, that's one way to put it.
And provided, um, expertise for their friends at the FBI.
She's hot.
For a brief time, it looked like they might actually make a difference in this cold, cruel world.
They acquired an intern who believed in their cause.
[Jimmy.]
You guys fight the lost causes.
I want to help.
And a powerful beautiful nemesis [Automatic Gunfire.]
Who became an ally.
But the world is not kind to idealists and those who fight the good fight don't always win.
[Sonar Pinging.]
Morris? Morris, it's going "ping.
" Oh, it most certainly is.
[Giggling.]
Ping.
[Laughing.]
You're going to make me spill.
Mmm.
Morris, what is all that stuff, anyway? Oh, baby, don't make me talk shop.
It is so boring.
But I want to know.
All right.
Well, where do I begin? You know we're in the Bermuda Triangle, right? That place where all those planes and ships have mysteriously disappeared? Who do you think named it the "Bermuda Triangle"? Wait.
You? Yeah, that was in my former life before I joined the private sector.
There are a lot of things I can't talk about owing to matters of national security, but I will say this: There are powerful forces out here.
Primal other-worldly forces - Mmm.
- Hidden beneath the waves just waiting to be plucked by man.
- [Engine Approaching.]
- Somebody's coming.
Hmm? Hey, whatever you're selling we don't want any, okay? No ganja.
[Woman Screaming.]
Ho! Hey! Hey! Wait, wait, wait Uh Oh, you want the girl? Yeah, I can dig it.
I'm down with that.
Uh Oh, wait, wait, wait.
Guys, this is a rental.
There's a $15,000 deposit on this Oh, God Your employer wanted me to tell you you're fired.
[Engine Accelerating.]
[Door Opening.]
Morris Fletcher? Finally.
What took you so long? You must be Reyes.
Enchanté.
Yeah.
Mr.
Fletcher we've been told you requested us by name.
We're very curious about that.
Well, you two head the FBI's X-Files unit, do you not? I thought you'd appreciate what I have to offer.
Which is? [Chuckles.]
You have no idea who you're sitting here with, do you? A guy who's up fudge creek for violating The Federal Secrets Act.
How's that for starters? Look, l-I've got top security clearance.
I'm supposed to check in every month with my former employer.
So I skipped a few phone calls.
Big deal.
Let me give you a hint.
I used to work at Groom Lake, Nevada.
Area 51.
I was a Man in Black! The Men in Black.
What, you've never heard of us? I saw the movie.
Yeah, well, there were a lot of technical inaccuracies in that thing.
Anyway, I'm ready to make a deal.
What deal would that be? The one that saves my furry pink ass.
People are trying to kill me.
Did you hear about my boat? Yeah, your female companion told us what she witnessed.
My female Oh, you mean they didn't kill Brittany? Brittany.
Well, thank God she's still alive.
Look, I need protection.
I need to get out of here.
You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.
I can give you guys the keys to the kingdom.
UFOs, aliens the whole 50 year cover-up.
I was there for all of it.
Tell me, Mr.
Fletcher these documents of yours are they indicative of the kind of secrets you can reveal to us? Honey they're just the tip of the iceberg.
This is the Jupiter 2 from Lost in Space.
Okay, yeah, th-those are B.
S.
, but only those! See, l-I was freelancing for this foreign billionaire.
I told him the air force lost a flying saucer in the Bermuda Triangle and that I could recover it for him.
In the Bermuda Triangle and that I could recover it for him.
I just wanted to cruise the Bahamas.
I never would've given him the real thing.
That would be un-American.
Comin' out.
Well, he found out about it.
Now he wants to kill me.
I need protection.
Super Soldiers.
What do you know about Super Soldiers? A bit.
It may be there's one I can help you lay your hands on.
This Super Soldier, he have a name? Not he.
She.
[Buzzer Sounding.]
What in the hell do they want? [Banging On Door.]
Gentlemen.
What happened here? Did you get robbed? No.
Uh, we're upgrading everything.
We gave away all our old crap to the Salvation Army.
We're buying totally new stuff.
What can we do for you, Agents? Well, we were hoping you could help us out.
You know that for months now we've been investigating this secret cadre these, uh, so-called Super Soldiers.
Genetically-altered humans.
You mean the ones that want to kill Mulder? [Reyes.]
Exactly.
We'd like your help tracking one down.
This woman.
[Reyes.]
You recognize her? She's, um She's a fellow hacker.
Damn fine one.
[Byers.]
She calls herself Yves Adele Harlow.
Uh, it's not her real name.
[Frohike.]
We never learned her real name.
She disappeared a year ago, and nobody's seen her since.
Well, we have reason to believe that she's resurfaced and that she's become one of these Super Soldiers.
[Frohike Laughing.]
What in the hell are you talking about? She's no Super Soldier.
Absolutely not.
Not a chance.
Who told you that? [Morris.]
This is pointless.
These three monkeys couldn't find stink in an outhouse.
Why are we even here? You son of a Hey, let me at him! I'll kill him! - I'll hold him down! - Whoa, fellas - You've got a nerve coming here.
- Miserable son of a bitch.
Told you they wouldn't help.
[Doggett.]
All right everybody just shut up.
This man is a professional liar.
Every word out of his mouth.
[Langly.]
He's a scam artist.
He used us to track Yves down a year ago.
[Frohike.]
And then he abducted her.
Which is why I know what happened to her.
[Clears Throat.]
I facilitated a meeting, is all.
And the man I was working for? I didn't know in advance what he was planning to do to her.
Not my finest hour, I'll admit it.
Every word out of his mouth.
[Morris.]
Agents I'm telling you, you don't want these three involved.
And they don't even have their ridiculous Tinkertoy gizmos.
This place is like How the Grinch Stole Radio Shack.
[Doggett.]
All right, you three know this woman.
I want your help.
I need to track down this Yves Adele Harlow.
Knock, please.
Oh.
My office hours are 3:00 to 5:00 Mondays and Fridays.
You'll make time for me, Professor.
[Air Hisses.]
Douglas, you ready to go? Douglas? [Gasps.]
Airline reservation database.
What name do we look under? Try our old standby different anagrams of Lee Harvey Oswald.
"Area 51 Exposé"ooh! Where's your new issue? This one's a year old.
Back off, Skeezix.
You'll never find her that way.
[Beeps.]
He's right no anagrams for Yves Adele Harlow.
- So, who's Joey? - What? Joey Ramone? Leader of the greatest punk rock band in human history? Now shut up.
[Snickering.]
What? What are you, 34, 35? Why don't you cut your hair and grow up, huh? Need I remind you, Fletcher that Doggett and Reyes aren't here to save you.
Yeah, well, get yourself a real hero, anyway not some dead teeny-bopper.
You want to know why Joey Ramone's my hero? 'Cause people like you never managed to grind him down.
They never stole his spirit.
He never gave in, never gave up, and never sold out.
Right till his last breath.
[Scoffs.]
And he's not dead.
Guys like that, they live forever.
Langly just ignore him.
[Sighs.]
Look, if we have to work together, let's work together.
We don't have to work together.
Well, watching you three try and find your butts with both hands is not my idea of a fun time.
Now, wouldn't it be easier tracking Yves if you knew her real name? You know her real name? Lois Runce.
Lois Runce? Aha.
I'm telling you the truth, boys.
Well, if you were, it'd be a first.
[Knocking.]
Nobody knows about that door.
That's our secret door.
Does Lois know about it? Yves? Jimmy? Guys Jimmy? How you feeling, man? [Morris.]
Oh, right.
The old errand boy.
The guy used to intern for you losers, right? I wondered what happened to you.
Why is he here? [Byers.]
FBI business.
It's a long story.
Where the hell you been, big guy? Zurich.
Then Malta.
Then Yemen.
And just now New Jersey.
It's been a real geology lesson.
I ran out of money, so I hitchhiked here then snuck in the back 'cause I didn't know if the place was being watched.
[Sighs.]
I just had to see you guys.
It's about Lois.
Lois Runce? That's Yves's real name.
I told you so.
Hey, wait a minute.
You tracked her all over the world? You? [Sighs.]
Mr.
Brainpower here is lucky to be alive.
Why did you send him? Were you trying to get him killed? He sent himself to find Yves.
We tried to talk him out of it.
Yeah, and now I almost wish you had.
Jimmy, what is it? Are you all right? Last night I traced her to a little college in New Jersey.
It's the closest I've been in a year of searching.
I saw her.
I actually laid my eyes on her I called to her but she ran.
Later on, I found out Guys, I think she murdered somebody.
One down.
John Gillnitz? I'm Agent Reyes, and this is Agent Doggett.
Is this the woman you saw last night? It was dark.
It could have been her.
Do you have her in custody? We're working on it.
Sir, what can you tell us about your friend? Have any reason why he may have been targeted? Absolutely none.
Douglas was a wonderful teacher and an even better researcher.
What did he research? Elasmobranchii sharks, rays and skates.
He was a marine biologist? An immunologist.
Sharks have a remarkable immune system.
Toxins that would kill nearly any other vertebrate pass right through them.
So he did medical research? Douglas wanted to save the world.
Cheer up, Gomer.
Bringing the whole room down.
This is a computer, Langly.
Com-pu-ter.
Step away before you embarrass yourself.
Always a pleasure, Kimmy.
Yeah, yeah.
So, then, how do you wish to partake of my hacking genius? Thanks toJimmy we know Yves's real name.
Hey, I told you before he did.
Jimmy also told us what kind of car she's driving silver X5 with New York plates.
Really? Way to go, special ed.
The New Jersey Turnpike has video cameras at every tollbooth.
Langly hacked the system and spotted her southbound at Newark.
Somewhat creative.
We spotted her again going through the Fort McHenry Tunnel.
She passed through not 20 minutes ago.
We're betting she's headed for D.
C.
We're going to try to intercept her with your help.
Think you might find a military satellite you could piggyback give us a bird's-eye view of the Beltway? Intriguing.
Stand aside, ladies.
We'll be on the cell.
I got shotgun.
Dream on.
You're staying here.
We need somebody we can trust keeping an eye on Fletcher.
I'm on it.
So, how'd you like Malta? The only thing I can say for sure is what killed him.
He was injected with some sort of tiny poison pellet but the wound in his chest was postmortem.
What is that? That's what I said.
My best guess is bioluminescence but I'm still waiting to hear back from our lab.
Bioluminescence, as in the stuff that makes lightning bugs glow? Lightning bugs, plankton, jellyfish but generally not dead college professors.
So, what? This stuff was put on postmortem? No, as near as I can tell, it bled out of him.
It gets weirder still.
When I opened him up I found adhesions that indicate past surgery so I'm figuring I'll find he had a bypass or a pacemaker.
Instead, I find this.
Looks like cartilage.
It is.
It was living tissue grafted into him.
I have absolutely no idea why.
It held something.
Something that's now missing.
Could that be the purpose of this wound? A little ad hoc surgery? Maybe that was the very purpose of the murder.
Whatever was inside him, she removed it.
What the hell was inside him? I have no clue.
Seriously, this is the first I'm hearing of it.
Weird organs? I don't know what to tell you.
You've never heard of the man Professor Douglas Houghton? You're looking at me oddly.
Perhaps because you've been known to lie on occasion.
Yeah, well, I'm not lying now.
I've said from the start I didn't know what she was up to.
[Kimmy.]
Damn it! Crashed again! I cannot make magic with substandard equipment.
What's the problem? The problem is it's a freakin' piece of junk.
I knew those guys were broke but this is pathetic.
The guys are broke? Are you kidding? Look around this dump.
They had to hock all their stuff just to pay the rent.
What about this? Oh, their paper? Deader than disco.
They haven't published in months.
So saving the world doesn't pay the bills.
There's a hot news flash for you, huh? The chumps.
They were getting by all right till you put 'em out of business.
Oh, and how exactly did I do that? When you took Yves.
They spent every last dime trying to find her.
They're loyal to their friends.
Hilarious, huh? [Phone Rings.]
Reyes.
[Byers.]
You better get here quick.
Where are you? The Hotel Farragut.
Hurry.
[Bell Dings.]
She's going to kill that guy.
Doggett and Reyes are on their way.
By then it'll be too late.
[Frohike.]
Yves, don't do it! Lois? Should I call you that? I prefer Yves.
So, we take it you're not a Super Soldier.
Super what? Long story.
Never mind.
Yves, you weren't seriously going to smoke that guy, were you? I know you three mean well but I can't begin to tell you how badly you've mucked things up.
[Door Opening.]
So this guy just up and bolted.
He hit her and then he took off.
Nobody's seen him.
The room is registered to one Leonard Southall of Darien, Connecticut.
It's an alias.
It's a stolen I.
D.
The real Leonard Southall died in 1996.
You want to tell me who that was? His real name I have no idea.
This is your bag, isn't it? It's quite a party you've got planned for him.
Respirator surgical gloves scalpel.
Not to mention this little item here.
[Reyes.]
You were planning to cut him open, Ms.
Runce just like you did the professor.
Why? Yves, that can't be true.
Tell them it's not.
It is, Jimmy.
Time is running short.
Unless you let me finish what I started innocent people will die.
You want to elaborate on that? First things first.
Who was it that put you on to me? [Groans.]
Okay, guys, so she's not a Super Soldier.
I made an honest mistake.
Ow! [Yves.]
As I suspected it's a tracking device.
I'm sure he meant to activate it once he knew you had me.
You've been wearing that since Miami.
You've been running a scam on us from the start.
Blowing up the boat.
The girl as your witness.
You planned all that.
[Doggett.]
That and all the Super Soldier bull.
All that was just to hook us.
So then you two would in turn hook us.
And we'd track down Yves for this slimeball all over again.
Well, what can I tell you? You three always get the job done for me.
Who do you work for, Fletcher? An international arms dealer a billionaire and scum of the earth.
[Fletcher.]
And he's also My father.
My father is a murderer and a supporter of terrorism.
I hate everything he stands for.
[Jimmy.]
Yves you're a murderer, too.
The man I killed was a terrorist, Jimmy.
A zealot whose research was funded by my father for its potential as a weapons system.
Houghton was an immunologist doing research on sharks.
[Yves.]
Yes, and he used his knowledge of their immune system to devise a vessel of sorts one that kept him safe from an engineered virus that he carried within him.
This man had living tissue implanted in his chest.
Cartilage.
Shark cartilage.
It contains something which you removed.
That was this virus you were talking about.
I destroyed it, but it was only one of two.
Oh, man, the bald dude at the hotel.
The one that got away.
[Yves.]
Think of him as a human time bomb.
He can pass by any sniff dog, any metal detector and no one would ever suspect.
What triggers this time bomb? Programmed cellular death genetically altered to a high degree of precision.
The way the vessel is decaying inside of him is virtually clocklike.
It will lose integrity and rupture at 8:00 tonight.
Five hours from now? [Yves.]
This virus, once it's airborne its kill radius is five or six miles depending on the winds.
Potentially, it could kill thousands tens of thousands.
Fletcher I know you're a dirtbag but, still, how could you be a party to this? [Yves.]
Fletcher's a con man, not a killer.
He didn't know about it.
Providing all this is true, how do we track this man down? Kimmy, zoom in more.
Zoom in.
Back off, kibitzer, I'm doing it.
This thing is slower than Stumpy, my one-legged granny.
Where did you get this dinosaur turd? Stop bellyaching and work.
Those things will kill you, you know.
Yeah, that's why I quit You want one? So you're too broke to publish, huh? Pencil neck told me.
It's a shame.
This little rag always was such a hoot.
I'm going to miss it.
But, hey, the world spins on, right? Maybe saving it is a younger man's game.
Or a woman's.
Maybe it is.
Got to admit, Byers, it hasn't exactly been our year.
And to top it all off we screwed the pooch pretty good today.
Maybe we should pack it in.
And do what instead? We never gave up.
We never will.
In the end if that's the best they can say about us it'll do.
[Langly.]
I got him! [Kimmy.]
It's my hack, Langly.
I got him.
We got him, all right? Our bad guy just rented a blue Corolla under his alias, Leonard Southall.
We just picked him up on Kimmy's satellite.
[Kimmy.]
Yeah, hauling north like a bat out of hell.
New Jersey Turnpike, I think I know where he's headed.
[Nail Guns Popping.]
[Phone Ringing.]
Lone Gunman Newspaper Group.
Byers speaking.
Byers? John Doggett.
Agent Doggett, do you have him? Oh, yeah, we got him.
Listen, how much do you trust this Yves Harlow Lois Runce whatever name she's telling you? Completely.
Why? Because the doctors here have run every kind of imaging on this guy Southall and come up snake eyes.
No virus, no cartilage vessel in his chest, nothing.
They found nothing.
That doesn't make sense.
[Byers.]
They're absolutely certain? One hundred percent.
Agent Reyes and I are looking like a couple of fools on this one.
There must be something we missed.
All I can tell you is, we got the wrong guy.
There must be a second man.
I know there is.
It's basic Terrorism 101.
Except we don't know his name and we don't know his target.
And we've got one hour to find him.
Good evening.
You're good.
All my information pointed to that man Leonard Southall.
He goes by an alias, he traveled to Washington on this very day.
Clearly, he's involved somehow.
He must be.
He made a beeline right back to that biology department where the dead professor worked.
It's their base of operation.
[Langly.]
Yeah, so if Southall is involved and yet he doesn't have the virus inside of him So how exactly does he fit into their plan? Three-card monte.
You ever played it? You have now.
What's that supposed to mean? It means these guys have you running after the ace when you should be chasing the queen.
Oh, my God.
Southall is the decoy.
That's all he is.
You were hot on their trail so they gave you someone else to follow.
I thought you didn't know anything about terrorists.
I don't.
But, boy, do I know scams.
I wasn't a Man in Black all those years for nothing.
They made you work at finding Southall which tells me the real guy is hiding in plain sight, right out in the open.
A friend of the dead professor? A co-worker maybe.
The man who saw me through the professor's window.
The one who identified me.
Ladies and gentlemen, scientists academic leaders and government representatives.
Coming together is our goal this evening coming together as one.
Those words are easily spoken.
But guiding our missile into that fugitive and imponderable target is hard indeed.
Sorry, conference attendees only.
We're reporters.
What newspaper you work for? The Lone Gunman.
Never heard of it.
We're legit, man.
Show him your press pass.
It's desperately important that we get in there.
Yeah, buddy, come on.
These expired last December.
We've got five minutes.
We believe there's a dangerous man in that room.
Folks, I need all of you to step away right now.
Look, thousands of people may die.
Mike, I got a situation over by the main conference room.
John Gillnitz! John Gillnitz! Step back, sir.
I'm really sorry.
Where'd he go? Split up.
Four minutes left.
Good luck.
Hey, wait! What do we do with this guy once we find him? Hold him till I get there.
I'll do the rest.
- You mean cut him open? - If that virus gets into the air stream, we'll have failed.
People will die.
Whatever it takes.
Let's go.
Three minutes and counting.
[Distant Banging.]
[Banging Continues.]
Don't try to run.
I don't have to.
Yves, Jimmy, we found him! Over here! What do you plan to do? By my watch, it's two minutes to 8:00.
Not much time for surgery.
Yves! Jimmy! Now you have a minute forty.
Guys.
Whatever it takes.
[Alarm Rings.]
[Jimmy.]
Byers! Frohike! Langly! Yves, come here.
Guys! Guys! [Gurgling.]
Oh, God.
No.
Don't, Jimmy.
Jimmy, don't.
It's airtight.
They're already exposed.
No, guys.
Buddy, fight the good fight.
Both of you.
Never give up.
Vaya con Dios, amigos.
Arlington.
You must've pulled some big strings to get those guys in here.
It's the least I could do.
You ready? Yeah.
Dana.
I'll catch up.
They meant so much to me.
I'm not sure if they ever really knew.
Nobody knew what heroes they were.
It's not right.
It's not.
[Morris.]
No, it's not.
Langly said to me the ones who never give up, they never die.
I still don't know what that means.
That means that like everyone buried here the world is a better place for them having been in it.
It means that they're gone but they live on through us all.
[Child.]
I made this.