Review By: Gothic Spook
"I killed my best friend and the woman
I love in that accident. Hell, I even killed an unborn child."
Poor Doggett! If you love John in emotional
pain. This is the episode for you! But wait! *points to quote* didnt
he find that bit of information out AFTER the car accident? Read
on as Doggett tries to work through his pain with the help of his
Title: "Falling Off The Wagon"
Written by: Cassie
6-7, 2004; September 6, 2004
Air Date: October 18, 2004
Rating: PG-13 (some
brief strong language)
Series: FRVS - Episode #130
Spoilers: Past episodes of FRVS may be spoiled.
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Disclaimer: "The X-Files" and its characters belong to 20th Century FOX Broadcasting. If you recognize it, it's not our own creation. Original characters belong to Cassie and Kristi (FRVS).
Author's Note: The personalities of the characters within the
world of "Fox & Rat" are not those you know from "The X-Files" television
series. We have warped them and given them a common past, immature behavior
and a sense of humor. Any horrid behavior should not be mimicked in
your every day life.
Doggett continues to deal with haunting memories from his past. Perhaps
a weekend with friends is exactly what he needs.
INT. EMPLOYEE ASSISTANCE PROGRAM – K. KOSSEFF
L.C.S.W. – 4:28 PM
JUNE 25, 2004 (FRIDAY)
John Doggett is sitting in a chair across from
Karen Kosseff. Ever since the case he and Krycek worked dealing with
a discharged Marine, he’s been suffering from more and more nightmares
about his time in the Gulf during the early 1990s (Operation Desert
Storm). Those nightmares have been triggering nightmares about Luke’s
death and the car accident that killed Dana and Monica.
This is the second time I’ve
seen you this month.
My military nightmares have
triggered other traumatic
moments in my life to come
back to haunt me.
You’re having more nightmares?
Both. I dream about the three
days Luke was missing. What
I felt, how I acted towards those
I loved. Then I wake up and all
I can think about is what I could
have done to prevent his death.
Do these thoughts occupy your
mind more often than you think
Do you try to find ways to
preoccupy your mind when
they make you feel bad?
No. Well… it’s been only
recently that I’ve started to
go out more. Dana brought
that out in me. She made me
feel like I still had life to live.
That work isn’t all that I had left.
Dana, is she a new part of your life?
Could have been.
She isn’t now?
I’m the one that is sorry.
I was driving when we got
into the accident.
You mean the accident that
you were given time off to heal from?
I killed my best friend and the
woman I love in that accident. Hell,
I even killed an unborn child.
Doggett bites his lower lip and looks away
from Karen. Tears well up in his eyes. This is too much for him to
handle. He composes himself, regaining control of his emotions.
How have things been at work?
Ok, I guess. I’m getting used
to having a new partner. We’ve
only had that one case, everything
else has been reorganizing, writing
up a case report. (beat) Why do you ask?
I’m worried that the problems
you are having outside of work
could hinder your concentration
in the field.
I’m quite capable of keeping my
head on my shoulders. After Luke
died and I got a divorce, I focused
completely on my job. I was a detective
with the NYPD as I worked to become
a special agent.
I’m not an alcoholic.
Karen looks at him. She didn’t say he was
Why did you say that?
You said alcoholism.
I said workaholism. (beat) Is
there something you haven’t
told me that maybe you are
afraid of admitting?
Doggett looks to the ground – ashamed to
admit something he’s successfully concealed to this point.
I’ve been drinking recently.
Not as heavily as I did after
the divorce, but enough to
worry myself that I could fall
back on old bad habits.
How does it make you feel?
I use it to help numb the pain,
to help me sleep.
You haven’t come to the office
drunk have you?
Not drunk, but I came in a
few times a little hung over.
I know I don’t have to tell you
this, John… relying on alcohol to
help cope with all that has happened
will not help you in the long run. It
will only make things worse.
I know. I just don’t know how else to cope.
He looks away from Karen, he’s upset that
he’s turned to alcohol to help deal with Dana and Monica’s deaths.
May I suggest something to you?
(beat) Go out with friends this
weekend. Relax and enjoy what
life has to offer you.
Doggett looks up at her and nods his head.
He wipes tears away with the back of his hand.
Try not to drink as well, right?
Right. (beat) If there isn’t anything
else, we can call it a day.
I hope things improve for me.
I’d hate to keep pestering you.
You’re not pestering me.
This is my job.
Karen smiles at him as he stands up to
You have a nice weekend.
Doggett leaves her office.
TIME CUT TO: NEXT DAY
INT. JOHN DOGGETT’S TRUCK – 10 A.M.
JUNE 26, 2004 (SATURDAY)
The windshield wipers on John’s new dark green
truck squee across the window. It is a rainy morning, and looks like
it is going to be a nice, pleasant cloudy day. Once the rain has passed
Yesterday after John got home from work, he
called up his Marine buddy, Knowle Rohrer, and Brad Follmer to ask
them to go with him to Luray to spend the weekend fishing at his cabin.
John Doggett and Brad are sitting up front (Brad
in shotgun). Knowle sits in the backseat, Buddy is on his lap, snarling
at him, showing his teeth.
John checks his rearview mirror to make sure
his friend is all right. A smirky grin crosses his face when he sees
that Knowle is on edge about Buddy being on his lap all menacing-like.
Knowle, I swear there’s nothing
to worry about. Buddy is harmless.
I know what you said, Johnny, but
you know what? I scratched my nose
and your dog growled at me. I don’t
think I’ll be moving until we get to your cabin.
Knowle slightly shifts where he is sitting.
Buddy barks loudly at him. Doggett checks the review mirror again.
You know, Knowle, John once trained
Buddy to behave this way to me. I think
he’s done the same to you. Ya know, for
Does he bite?
Only when provoked or told to do so.
Doggett and Brad laugh at Knowle’s nervousness.
Such a tough guy seems so afraid of the cute little beagle dog.
Knowle, how’d you ever get
through boot camp if you’re so
worried about a little dog?
There’s a quick beat as Doggett and Knowle
share a look through the rearview mirror.
I was a jackass in boot camp.
I didn’t respect authority. I was
rebellious against my drill sergeant.
Since Johnny excelled, drill sergeant
assigned him to me. John kicked my
ass into gear, I never would have
gotten through without him.
You never would have made it
without thinking how Shannon may
get sent to war without you.
I never would have found motivation
if it hadn’t been for the way my father
treated my mother. (beat) Seriously
though, Brad, Johnny saved my ass
more times than I can count. Not just
in boot camp, during the war as well.
Knowle reaches out and pats John on the
shoulder in sincere appreciation.
Semper Fi, man.
Brad watches his friends in wonder. He
knows they haven’t seen each other in a few years, but the bond, the
connection the two of them share is strong. Like brothers. He wonders
what the two of them went through together in the Gulf region during
Operation Desert Storm in 1991. Under what circumstances did John
Doggett save Knowle’s life? He sees that each man would give his life
for the other.
Semper Fi. Always Faithful.
Why didn’t you two end up
in a military career?
Hey, just because we aren’t commanding
officers or Generals doesn’t mean we
wouldn’t drop everything for the Corps
if they called us to active duty for the country.
If I were called to duty, I’d be down
at Camp Lejeune within twenty-four
hours. Once a Marine, always a Marine.
There’s no such thing as an ex-Marine.
John, you retired from the Marines
because of injury, correct?
Yes, but it’s not something that
bothers me now. I survived training
at the Academy in order to become
a special agent, remember?
Johnny here doesn’t let anything
keep him down.
Nothing keeps the both of you down, huh?
Knowle’s eyes brighten up.
I’ll drink to that!
Knowle reaches into the cooler in the backseat
and takes out a can of beer. He opens it and chugs some down.
Knowle, it isn’t even eleven in the
morning and you’re drinking already?
Helps grow hair on my chest.
That’s a myth thought up by adolescent
boys who want an excuse to get hammered
Yeah… I did that too.
Knowle takes another swig from the beer
can, finishing it. He crushes the aluminum can with one hand, keeping
his cocky smirk on his face.
John pulls off of the paved road and onto a
small gravel road. Trees seem to squeeze the truck downhill towards
a small wooden cabin near the bank of the lake. He comes to a stop
a few meters from his cabin. The three of them get out of the truck.
Unfortunately they will be getting a little wet, it’s still raining
Well, John… it’s a good thing
you’re not weatherman. It’s still raining.
Knowle looks up at the sky as rain falls
down on his face.
I didn’t say it would stop
raining by the time we got
here. I said it should stop
sometime later today.
Please tell me we’re not going
to sit in the rain and fish.
I guess we don’t have to if
you don’t want to. We can
head inside and dry ourselves,
have some lunch and then
head out afterward.
Knowle grabs the cooler from John’s truck
and they head on in.
John turns on the light – the lamp on the end
table next to the dark brown leather couch. The floor is wooden and
a medium sized rug lies in the living room area in front of the fireplace.
There are simple white curtains on the windows. The larger window
looks out on the lake and the boating dock, and a small clearing that
has three logs for people to sit on that are circled around an area
specified for a campfire.
Brad goes into the kitchen and dining room area.
It’s an old-fashioned style design. The décor reminds him of a sweet
little old lady’s comfortable home country kitchen.
So what do you have here for lunch?
Well, I like to keep canned
fruit and vegetables here.
Knowle walks into the kitchen and looks
Whoa! Johnny! Looks to me like
you got yourself an old lady livin’
here. What’s up with this old-fashioned
I thought it would help make this
place feel more… family-like.
Family-like? I thought you don’t
get along well with your family.
Wife and kids family, Knowle.
Oh. (beat) You’re still wanting
a wife and children. What about
the pact we made in high school?
You two have a wife and kids pact?
Doggett scratches the back of his neck,
Heck yeah! I thought he totally
abandoned me when he and
Barbara got married after he
knocked her up. But my good man here,
he’s divorced so now we’re gonna
be bachelors forever.
Knowle stands next to John, placing his
arm around his shoulders.
We wrote down on index cards
the rules of our life in terms of women.
One: never fall in love
Two: never get manipulated into commitment
Three: never get married
Four: be a player for life.
Brad raises his eyebrows – right, like
John Doggett stuck to those rules.
Does Shannon know about
this index card pact?
She sure does. I have it laminated.
I keep it in my wallet.
Doggett looks at Knowle – dumbfounded.
You laminated it?
Yeah. Didn’t you?
Because it was a stupid adolescent
thing that we did.
You mean you actually want
to have one woman for the
rest of your life?
Damn! You’re a traitor man!
Not a traitor. I grew up. I realize
that life is even better if you can
share it with the woman you love.
You and Shannon still living together, Knowle?
Yeah. Why wouldn’t we be?
How many years have you and
Shannon been living under the same roof?
Since 1990. Why?
Fourteen years. That’s longer than
some marriages last. Are you sure
you’ve really been living by
those rules of life?
Yeah, I got a cute little blond on
the side. Marita Covarrubias, and
she’s hot stuff, you know. Hell, if it
weren’t for her I wouldn’t have found
out that stuff I found out at the facility last month.
Brad and John share a look. Knowle is involved
with Marita Covarrubias?
Marita Lynn Covarrubias?
And this other girl – a journalist, Abby
Whit. Gorgeous woman, her mother is
Korean and her father is from Miami. She’s
an excellent blend of the Orient and American
cultures. I should introduce you two to her
she’s a swinger, like me.
You haven’t received any threats
from an Alex Krycek have you?
The man who would kill anyone
or at least hurt them if he found out
someone else was sleeping with
his Marita Lynn.
Well, if she’s involved with this
Krycek guy, she lied to me. She
said she was single.
She has mental issues.
Don’t much matter to me so
long as she makes me feel good.
Screaming hissy fits –
- Her fingernails extend out like
cat claws when she’s angry –
- Pink hair color, I assume because
she tried to dye it red like Dana’s –
- Nevermind she’s working with
a mental health professional –
- Her mother is institutionalized
over in England –
- She thinks John is the King of
the Bow Wow Kingdom.
Doggett and Brad share another look of
disbelief. Has Knowle lost his mind too?
I refused to marry her last summer
and as a result of her fit, the Queen
of England fainted.
It was a televised event.
Knowle is quiet for a few seconds, considering
what his friends are saying.
Look, she’s important to me.
Since when has a woman other
than Shannon been important to you?
Knowle gives him a look and grabs the cooler
of beer and goes outside in the rain. Brad and John watch their friend
walk out to the end of the boating dock and sit down and crack open
another can of beer.
I guess he’s still got that alcohol
problem. That’s his second beer
today, and it’s a few minutes past eleven.
John scratches the back of his neck. He’s
been feeling the craving to grab a beer himself.
EXT. BOATING DOCK – 12:53 P.M.
Brad, John and Knowle are sitting on the edge
of the dock. Their legs are swinging freely over the side. Brad and
John are patiently awaiting fish to take their bait. Knowle struggles
with putting a worm on his fishing hook.
You know, John, if you didn’t
have a fear of large bodies of
water and bought yourself a
fishing boat, I think we’d be even
more successful in catching fish.
I don’t care. Human beings are land
mammals. We’re not supposed to be in water.
With that comment, Buddy runs off of the
dock and right into the water, splashing the three of them. He starts
doggy paddling his way back to shore. Brad looks at John.
Dogs aren’t marine mammals either.
Buddy sure seems happy in the water.
He’s a dog. He doesn’t know about
Flippet in “Jaws”.
If you had a fishing boat, you
wouldn’t have to go in the water.
Remember what happened to the
boat in “Jaws”? That is why I don’t
go out in boats.
You’re really missing out, John.
(beat) Plus, do you really think
there is a Great White Shark in the lake?
Doggett squirms from being uncomfortable.
He grabs a can of beer from the cooler. Knowle shoots him a look.
Hey, since when did you pick
up drinking again?
I’ve had a few in the past three months.
All right! My man!
Knowle grabs another beer from the cooler
and tosses it at Brad.
I don’t drink.
Brad tosses the beer back to Knowle.
Knowle opens the can for himself. The three
of them are quiet. Brad watches as John finishes his beer and grabs
another. He’s aware that John doesn’t drink anymore. In high school
he remembers many times John returning to their dorm room, drunk.
He knows that after the Gulf War, John dealt with the aftereffects
of what he experienced by drinking. His wife, Barbara, had been there
to help him overcome the problem, but he only picked it up again after
Luke’s death and his divorce. Brad doesn’t know how John overcame
his alcohol problem then. He’s not even sure he wants to know.
Brad looks at Knowle, his face is scrunched
up as he contemplates actually gutting his worm with the fishing hook.
I don’t know why fish like
these things. If I were a fish
I’d prefer something less gooey
like a potato chip.
Just gut the thing why don’t ya.
You know maybe I’ll help you
guys reel the suckers in.
Did your dad ever take you
fishing when you were young?
My dad liked to kick me around and
drink his life away. He didn’t have time
to take anyone fishing, especially his son.
(beat) Did your father have time to take you?
My father was more concerned about
his finances to do anything with me.
What? Didn’t your father love you?
I was a mistake. My parents didn’t
want me. They still don’t.
How do you feel now, huh?
Brad glares at Knowle.
What do you mean?
You know my father is an abusive
asshole. Why the fuck did you
ask me if he ever took me fishing
unless you wanted to piss me off?
I did not mean to piss you off, Knowle.
I hope you mean that.
There’s a tense silent moment. John carefully
observes Knowle’s body language. He can tell when he’s cooled down
enough to resume a normal conversation again. He’s probably getting
easily worked up because of the alcohol he has consumed today. Alcohol
tends to make people much more aggressive than they are when they
So… John… having any problem
with your Super Sperm? It’s not tying
you down to some woman is it?
That’s only a theory, Knowle, and I’m
not with anyone at the moment.
Your love life’s in the shitter?
Doggett ignores his question and gazes
out where his fishing hook is bobbing in the water. Right now would
be a great time for a fish to actually bite. He senses that Knowle
is trying to start something with him.
C’mon, Johnny, there’s got to
be a Miss Right by now after so
many years of being lonely. What’s her name?
Doggett tightens his jaw to refrain from
lashing out at Knowle. He’s getting angrier faster than the thought
Is there something else
we can talk about?
Uh-oh. You’re not getting it up
and she’s makin’ ya sleep on
the couch, huh?
John looks at Knowle with tears in his
eyes and a harsh expression on his face.
She died three months ago, Knowle.
In a car accident which I am responsible
for. (beat) Now if you don’t mind, I’d
rather not talk about this anymore.
Doggett grabs his beer and downs it. He
wipes his mouth with is shoulder.
Knowle and Brad are silent. Brad is trying to
think of something to say to quickly switch the conversation.
How serious were you with her?
I would have spent the rest
of my life with her.
Knowle smiles, thinking he’s on the right
track to break the tension he has caused.
Despite the pact we made you fell
in love and wanted to get married?
I love her. I always will. She was…
(swallows hard) She was the most
wonderful person I’ve ever known.
Fuck me! Johnny Jay’s getting
sappy over a woman!
BLAM! Out of nowhere, Doggett punches
Knowle hard in the face. Knowle tips over and falls into the box of
bait. Doggett angrily sets his fishing pole on the dock. He grabs
his beer, stands up and storms back to his cabin, leaving Brad and
God damn son-of-a-bitch!
Knowle places his hand on his face where
John punched him. Knowle looks at Brad.
Why don’t we just lay it to him thick?
Tell him this Dana bitch is still alive.
I don’t think now would be a good
time to do that. I think the both of
you have had too much to drink. Plus
in order to tell him that, we’ll have to
explain the memory erase that he had done to him.
Want me to ask Shan’ if she knows
anything about the government’s
ability concerning memory erasure
and false memories?
Yeah, maybe the Defense Department
will have information we need.
Think I should go apologize to John?
I think it’d be a good thing for him
to enjoy his weekend.
I think he needs some time to cool
off. (beat) He may not say it, but
I can tell he’s hurting a lot inside.
Maybe he needs to be alone right now.
TIME CUT: 3 P.M.
EXT. DOGGETT’S CABIN
Doggett is sitting on a wet log in front of
the area where a camp fire can be made. He’s been sitting here since
punching Knowle – an hour and a half ago. He knows he shouldn’t have
punched him. Sometimes Knowle can’t see a situation’s consequences
before it’s too late. How was Knowle supposed to know that he loves
a woman who has died – by his hand no less?
Doggett looks down at the empty beer can in
his hand. Why the hell is he doing this to himself? Is he out of control
again? He sure as hell hopes not.
Doggett is afraid of the dark path alcoholism
can take him down. He knows he’s begun walking that path again – he
had a strong craving for alcohol earlier and lately he’s had to consume
more and more to get to his desired level of drunk in order to relax.
He knows that it’s not too late to turn things around. He’s not as
bad as he was after Luke’s death – at least he hasn’t shown up at
work a drunken fool.
He doesn’t want to risk life-threatening cancers
in his liver, esophagus or throat. He sighs – with his luck he’d drink
himself to permanent brain damage. Just what everybody needs, right?
Nevermind drinking also increases the risk of death in automobile
crashes and on-the-job injuries. And considering his job – Special
Agent with the FBI – he doesn’t need to lack in concentration in his
ability to perform well in the field. He certainly doesn’t need to
be in another car wreck, and if that were to happen he’d hope he’d
lose his life as well. At least that would be fair to the victims
of the accident he caused.
Doggett looks up and sees Brad and Knowle walking
towards him. He stands.
Knowle, I’m sorry that I
hit ya back there.
It’s all right, man. I was out
of line. I deserved it. (beat)
I need you to understand that
Dana means a lot to me. I guess
I can admit that I’m having a hard
time dealing with losing her.
Knowle and John hug, patting each other
on the back like men.
Look, when we get back to D.C.
let me take you out for some drinks, on me.
Brad watches John’s reaction to this carefully.
Doggett rubs the back of his neck.
That’s all right. I think I’ve
had enough for one week.
Well, if you ever change your mind…
You guys wouldn’t mind heading
back, would you? I’m not feeling
up to fishing anymore.
Knowle shrugs his shoulders.
Doggett digs into his jeans pocket and
retrieves his truck keys, he tosses them to Brad.
Let’s go gather everything
and hit the road.
And so they do.
DISSOLVE TO – TIME CUT
INT. EMPLOYEE ASSISTANCE PROGRAM – K. KOSSEFF
L.C.S.W. – 1 P.M.
JUNE 28, 2004 (MONDAY)
CLOSE UP – JOHN DOGGETT
He holds his face in his hands, he’s sobbing.
He looks up at Karen, tears streaming down his face.
The hardest part of it is admitting
and accepting that I have a problem…
I’ve fallen off the wagon before and
I don’t want to do it again.
It’s good that you’ve realized
your problem, John. I think now
you should tell a friend or a family
member. That way you don’t have
to feel like you’re dealing with this
on your own.
Doggett nods his head and sighs.
I scared myself this past weekend.
Aggression, violent outbursts, that’s
not who I am or who I want to be.
(beat) I’ve been down this road before
(deep breath, shaky) I fear what
could happen to me if I don’t get help…
Off his haunting comment about his uncertain