INT. BRAD FOLLMER’S BEDROOM – EARLY MORNING
DECEMBER 23, 2004, THURSDAY
Brad sleeps peacefully in his bed, finally able
to sleep now that he doesn’t have to be in to work for the holidays.
Suddenly, two shadows fall over him.
Wake him up.
No, I don’t want to be in
trouble. You wake him up.
No, you wake him up.
No, you wake him up.
Just wake him up.
No, he’ll be mad.
Mulder and Krycek look down at Brad with wide
Good morning, happy Elf.
What the hell do you want? No,
scratch that. What the hell are
you doing at my apartment, and
how did you get in?
Krycek pushes Mulder out of the bedroom and
shuts the door.
We need to talk.
What ever it is you need to
talk about, I’m sure I don’t care. Leave.
Krycek approaches him with dead seriousness.
You have to be Santa Claus this year.
(what the fuck?)
I beg your pardon?
Every year someone has to
be Santa for Mulder and
Marita. It’s tradition.
Brad gets out of bed. His hair is a mess as
he tiredly pushes Krycek to the door.
No. (beat) Tradition is not dressing
up as Santa Claus to help feed the
childish delusions of adult friends.
(beat) Tradition is being with family
and wishing you were elsewhere instead
of tolerating your parents bitching
about how they need to out give someone
else who cave to charity just so they
look better. (beat) Get out.
Brad opens the door and pushes Krycek out.
But you gotta!
I can’t. I’m watching Buddy
for John while he’s in Texas.
So. Buddy can be Rudolph.
He looks to Mulder, who is patiently sitting
on the couch.
Both of you.
Mulder gets up off the couch. Brad pushes Krycek
out of the apartment.
I’m sorry, but he made me break in.
He pushes Mulder out of the door and shuts it,
making sure to put the chain on the door this time. Brad glares at
the clock in the living room: 4:15 in the morning.
Frustrated with the latest Krycek issue, Brad
heads back to his bedroom and falls back into bed. He’s asleep in
INT. DOGGETT’S TRUCK – SOUTH TEXAS – 10:30 A.M.
John Doggett is driving down a dirt road several
miles outside of McAllen, TX. He’s wearing a gray T-shirt, jeans and
a white cowboy hat. His Texas Gear. The windows are rolled down and
he’s listening to a local country music station. Garth Brooks’s “Papa
Loved Mama” is blaring through the speakers and John is tapping his
hands on the steering wheel to the beat of the music.
His truck speeds by a mailbox with the last
name “Doggett” written on it. He keeps on truckin’, not stopping to
turn into the long driveway that leads up to a farm house. A minute
later, John stops his truck and turns off the radio. He lets out a
Ok, Johnny. Just turn around and head
home for Christmas. You don’t need Monica
here to help deal with Ma. She’s gonna
bitch with or without Mon’ here. Just
turn around and it’ll be over before you know it.
And with that, he turns the around and
drives back to the home he grew up in. He slowly turns his truck into
the driveway and parks in the yard, scarring some chickens that are
wandering about freely.
Doggett gets out of his truck and puts his keys
in his pocket. He looks at the pale gray-blue two story house ahead
of him. Despite how he doesn’t get along well with his parents and
older brother, he smiles. He can already smell Ma’s homemade cherry
pie backing. The old wooden screen door to the house opens and John’s
younger brother, Jason, steps outside. Jason’s thumbs are hooked in
his belt loops of his jeans and he’s wearing a San Antonio Spurs T-shirt.
You finally got the cajones to
come down this year, huh?
Suddenly, a seven year old boy runs out of the
house, wearing a Cowboy’s football helmet.
The boy runs up to Doggett and attaches himself
to Doggett’s leg. Doggett looks at Jason.
Who’s this? He doesn’t look like
one of Henry’s little monsters.
Your nephew, Jay, my son. (beat) Surprise.
Jason walks up to John and gives him a big hug
and they pat each other on the back all manly-like.
He’s how old?
I was hoping you wouldn’t notice
that. (beat; quiet) Chris and I
tell Ma he’s five, but he’s seven.
Look, Chris and I got married
six years ago and I don’t
think Ma figured it out.
I love Dallas Cowboys and
the New York Knicks suck ass.
Jay smiles and Jason smiles at Doggett.
Don’t tell Chris he said that.
(beat) Now, Jay, remember you
can’t say “ass” again.
Oh, your discipline is wonderful
Jason, really it is.
Ass! Ass! Ass! Ass! Ass!
Behind Jason, his wife, Chris, exits the house.
She’s a short, thin, young red-head and is wearing jeans and a pink
T-shirt. She stands behind Jason, hearing what Jay is saying over
and over again. She puts her hands on her hips and looks at Jason.
Jason turns with wide eyes to face her. Jay
quickly turns around too.
He made me say it!
Jay points up at his dad with an accusing finger.
Chris rubs Jay’s head.
Jay, why don’t you go back inside
and help your grandpa put ornaments
on the Christmas tree.
Jay runs back to the door and rams his head
into it before entering the house. Chris gives Jason a look that says
he’s in trouble for teaching Jay such foul words. She looks over at
John and smiles.
She gives him a big welcoming hug.
John will be just fine.
I know, but I like
calling you Johnny Jay.
Chris gives him a kiss on the cheek.
I hear you and Jase got
hitched six years ago.
Why wasn’t I informed?
(scratches back of neck)
It was a spur of the moment
thing in Las Vegas.
He thought you’d tell Ma
on him for marrying a redhead,
but Ma understands that Doggett
men like redheads. Ma’s a redhead
herself. Caroline is a redhead, and
I’m a redhead.(beat) Where’s your redhead?
Caroline is still with Henry?
She sure is. She’s pregnant
Jesus, how many will that be now?
I thought they only had six.
Billy, Bobby, Ted, Susie, J.J.,
Caroline and Henry are
The screen door flies open and an older
woman comes out onto the porch, a rolling pin in her hand and a hairnet
covers her aged red hair. This is Ma Doggett (Liza).
Johnny Jay! I saw you pullin’
up here like a crazy New York
cabbie! You’ve gone and scared
the chickens and such!
We don’t like your big
city drivin’ down here!
Sorry, I’m not used to
chickens being in driveways.
Why don’t you hurry and
get inside. A cold front
is comin’ through.
Ma, it’s only 75 degrees
out right now. That’s like a
Virginia spring or summer.
Ma walks up to John and gives him a hug
and places her hand on his back so she leads him inside. Doggett looks
around, Ma and Pa still haven’t carpeted the floors like they used
to talk about doing. It’s still a nicely varnished hardwood floor
that creaks lightly as you walk on it. A fire is in the fireplace
– signifying the fact that a cold front is passing through. Christmas
stockings are hanging from the mantel above the fireplace: Henry Jr.,
Johnny Jay, Jason Patrick, Christine, Jay, Liza, Henry, Caroline,
Billy, Bobby, Ted, Susie, J.J., and Emmy.
Doggett looks at Jason.
Stockings are getting to
be a fire hazard, aren’t they?
Doggett sees his father helping Jay place
an angel at the top of the family Christmas tree. His smile fades
away. He hasn’t spoken to his father in years and by the looks of
it, Pa isn’t going to do anything to change that this year and John
is too stubborn to say anything himself.
Ok, Johnny Jay, you and Jason
will be sleepin’ up in your
old room. Since Henry lives a
few miles away, he and Caroline
have decided they won’t sleep here
this year so Christine and Jay
can have his old room.
Ma and Doggett enter the kitchen.
So where’s Monica, she always
comes down here with you?
She uh… couldn’t make it
this year. Something else came up.
You going to marry her some
day? You know for years I’ve
been hoping you and Mon’ would
tie the knot. You could have
the wedding right here on the farm.
Ma, Mon’ and I aren’t together.
We haven’t been since that one
summer when we were in high school.
Ma hands him a white lacey apron.
Put this on, you can help
me bake the third cherry
pie. You know those kids of
Henry’s are quite the eaters.
Doggett ties the apron around him.
So what’s the plan for
For a brief moment Doggett remembers back
on last year’s Christmas Eve. He spent it with Scully, driving around
looking at Christmas lights, and talking about her father. He looks
back over his shoulder at his own father and wonders what it would
be like if his father died before their issue was resolved.
Traditional family dinner,
watch “Rudolph The Red-Nosed
Reindeer” on the television.
You and Pa finally get
a color TV?
Why do you boys insist on
abbreviating words, it’s called
a television, not a T.V. (beat)
Why would your Pa and I want a
color television anyway? The old
black and white one we bought when
you were seven still works.
What can Doggett say to that? Don’t argue
with Ma, you’ll never win.
So no cable either?
Shit! He’s going to regret that comment.
Heck no! We don’t need to
be poisoning our minds. There’s
so much more to life than the
television. (beat) Pa wanted to
have all the grandchildren over
so he could read “The Night Before
Christmas” to them. It’s not usual
that all my boys are here with their
own children you know.
Doggett doesn’t say anything. His son, Luke,
died a long time ago and after a few years his mother began pressing
him to remarry and give her some more fine grandchildren. He has not.
He senses that she’s going to bring the topic up again.
Have you found any new
leads in your son’s case?
No, I haven’t, and just
because I don’t look into
the case as often as I have
done in the past, does not
mean I don’t care about family.
Well, I think you owe it to
Barbara to solve the case. Help
bring her closure. Or are you too
selfish in your own suffering to
do that much for her?
Goddammit, Ma! Why can’t you
for once try to go the first
fifteen minutes of my visit
without starting something with me?
That is no way to talk
to your mother, Johnny Jay,
I have nothing to apologize for.
You used the Lord’s name
in vain. If you won’t apologize
to me, apologize to your Lord!
Have you forgotten that I
gave up on your Lord many
years ago when he saw fit to
take my son’s life in such
a horrid manner?
Stop blaming Him for all the
pain in your life, Johnny. There
is only one person you can blame
for your unhappiness in life, and
that person is you. (beat) You
wonder why you’re not married yet,
you’re unpleasant to be around. You
have faith in nobody, not even our
Creator, or yourself.
Ma pushes a bowl of cherries toward John.
Now pit those cherries and
smush them up to get them
ready for the pie, and don’t
even think of standing up
and stormin’ out of here.
Doggett shuts up and starts pitting the
cherries. He glares down into the bowl, wondering why he decided to
put himself through his family this year for Christmas. Joy to the
world indeed. He’d probably have better luck in life if he risked
his life to search for Scully this holiday season than he will being
here with his family.
INT. THE FACILITY – CELL RT-7915-3
Monica is lying in her bed, covering herself
with a thin white sheet. She has a feeling that soon she will be breathing
the cold, fresh outside air – the feeling is so strong that she can
almost smell the scent of winter around her right now. She closes
her eyes and can envision Brad standing at the end of a bridge, waiting
for her to return to him.
Monica rolls over when she hears her cell door
unlock. She sees Scully enter, carrying a warm blanket. She senses
that Scully is still uneasy being around her. Monica sits up.
Scully smiles at her. Monica can see that
she’s been crying.
I brought you this warm
blanket from my room. There’s
no need for you to be cold now
that we know your body killed
off the virus. Unfortunately,
the temperature of all the cells
is regulated with one control panel.
Scully wraps the blanket around Monica’s
shoulders and sits next to her. Monica knows what is on Scully’s mind.
Don’t worry about it, Dana.
You’re not pregnant. Your
body is still getting used
to the changes, that’s
why you’re late.
Scully sniffles and a tear falls down her
How did you know?
I just know.
Scully gets off the bed and starts looking
Monica over to see how well she is getting.
I have a Christmas gift for
you for tomorrow.
Monica nods her head.
We’ll need to be careful
if we don’t want to get caught.
How good are you in a wheelchair?
Last time John and I were in
a wheelchair race was after
“Days of Thunder” was in theatres.
I won that race so I guess I’m not too bad.
I’ll have to get you into
physical therapy soon so you
can work on building up
your strength again.
Scully finishes looking her over.
I’m amazed with how much
better you’ve gotten since
last month. You’re not 100% yet,
more around 65%, but that’s good.
Is there anything you’d like
for dinner tonight. I haven’t
been hungry very much lately.
I can order my dinner and then
bring it down to you.
Water, maybe a light
salad, soup and grapes.
Scully nods her head.
I need to go take care
of a few things for
tomorrow. Make sure to
get well rested.
Monica lies back down, covering her body
with Scully’s blanket. Scully exits the cell.
EXT. CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN’S OFFICE – 3:58 P.M.
Scully walks up to the door and knocks on it
three times. No one answers from inside. She tries to turn the doorknob,
it’s locked. Scully looks both ways down the empty hallway to make
sure no one is coming. She kneels down and pulls something out of
her pocket and she picks the lock. The door opens and she enters the
She quietly shuts the door behind her and hurries
to the desk. Scully sits down in the black leather chair and picks
up the phone and dials outside the facility.
INTERCUT – INT. DOGGETT’S HOUSE IN FALLS CHURCH
Brad Follmer is walking to the door to leave.
Buddy is following him.
No, no, Bud’. John wants
you to stay here to guard the place.
The telephone rings.
Hey, Buddy. The phone is for you.
Buddy barks happily and runs toward the
phone. Brad opens the front door to the house and leaves, locking
John’s house up behind him.
Buddy stands next to the phone, barking at it.
The answering machine picks up.
(recorded on machine)
This is John Doggett. I’m not
home, leave a message.
The machine beeps.
John, it’s Dana. I can’t say
much, but Mon’ and I will meet
you at the Brooklyn Bridge
tomorrow night, Christmas Eve.
Pack what you need to start a
new life because we won’t be able
to return to D.C., it’ll be too
dangerous. Tell Brad. Goodbye.
Buddy howls and looks toward the door where
Brad had been standing previously. Buddy runs to the door and howls
again, but it is too late. Brad has left and no one is home to hear
INT. CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN’S OFFICE – CONTINUOUS
Scully hangs up the phone. She hopes that John
will receive her message and be there in New York to pick her and
Monica up tomorrow night.
Scully has figured out a way to get them both
out of the Facility. The only drawback is that they cannot return
to the lives they had in D.C. They will have to move far away, maybe
even to a different country. Take on new identities, jobs and even
then they will always have to live with the worry that the Cigarette-Smoking
Man will find them and bring them back. That is of course unless alien
colonization changes all that.
Scully does her best to make the office look
undisturbed and then she leaves.
She exits the Research Building and walks outside
through the foot of snow they received last night. She heads back
to her room to pack some clothes and personal items. She hopes that
the Cigarette-Smoking Man or Montgomery do not find out what her Christmas
plans are before she and Monica have the chance to escape.
INT. MULDER/KRYCEK’S APARTMENT – 8:03 P.M.
Diana is lying down on the couch, watching “It’s
A Wonderful Life” on TV.
Krycek storms into the living room from the
kitchen. He plops down on the floor in front of the TV.
Alex, you make a better
door than a window.
Consider this payback.
I have to dress up as Santa
so Christmas isn’t ruined for Mulder.
How is that my fault?
You never told Mulder that
Santa isn’t real.
You could always tell him.
Oh yea, like I want to be to
blame for all his crying and
miserable Christmas when he
finds out Santa is B.S.
Then it’s your own fault
you have to play Santa.
Diana gets up off of the couch and sits
down next to Krycek on the floor.
I hate Brad. This is his year
to play Santa and he uses
the excuse of babysitting Buddy
to get out of it. I should
poison dog biscuits so Brad
doesn’t have that excuse anymore.
I don’t think that would be good.
I know, I love that little mutt.
I thought you hated dogs because
of the time you peed your pants
because a big ol’ dangerous
golden retriever charged at you.
Shut up. I was young then.
Twenty-one years old is a
little old to be peeing
your pants because a friendly,
human-loving breed of dog
wants to play with you.
Shut up. I was not twenty-one.
I was four.
We can ask Mulder how old
you were. He remembers things like that.
Krycek scowls and pouts just as the apartment
door opens and Mulder enters.
Merry Christmas you two!
Fox, do you remember how old
Alex was when that dog made
him pee his pants?
Nineteen or twenty, I think.
Thanks a lot man.
Krycek stands up and stomps into the bedroom,
slamming the door shut behind him.
What’s got his undies in a bundle?
Something about Santa Claus.
Are you going to come to
Skinner’s Super Buddies
Christmas Spectacular Bash
I wish I could, but I made
plans with some girlfriends.
From the bedroom they hear Krycek laugh
– he’s listening in on their conversation.
Oh. You wouldn’t be mad if
I asked Kim to be my date,
would you? If I can get her
to go, I can begin Operation
My ultimate plan to get
Skinner and Kim back together
by having them under the same
mistletoe at the same time.
I’ve put up thirty mistletoes
in Skinner’s house in preparation
for Operation Mistletoe.
I have no problem with you
going with Kim, she’s a nice
girl. I only hope that Walter
knows that too.
Krycek rejoins them in the living room.
Say… do you think since you
invited Santa to the Christmas
Bash that we can order in some
strippers for him? I mean, the old
man must get bored with Mrs. Claus
being the only woman up there in
the North Pole, you know?
Mulder looks at Krycek in disbelief.
No! Santa is a loyal and
honorable man. He wouldn’t
disrespect his marriage to
watch strippers that may be
on his naughty or nice list.
Using that word is bound
to put you on the naughty list.
Say, if you’re into hooking
up couples… tell Marita to
flirt with Santa to make me jealous.
But you said you couldn’t make
it. How would you know if she did that?
You’re my buddy, you’d tell me.
I don’t think she’d do it.
Not even to make you jealous.
Well… we’ll see how that goes.
Krycek walks into the kitchen, he’s very
unhappy. Mulder rolls his eyes at his friend.
INT. SCULLY’S ROOM – FACILITY – 9:10 P.M.
Scully is sitting in a chair, reading a book.
There’s a soft knock at her door. Her heart skips a beat. She thinks
it is the Cigarette-Smoking Man, coming to punish her for making an
outside call from his office.
Scully gets out of her chair and goes to open
the door. She is surprised to see Marita.
Hi Dana. I hope it’s not
too late to be making
a visit. May I come in?
Scully raises an eyebrow, what does she
want? Hopefully not help dying her hair red. Scully steps aside to
let her in. She sees that Marita is carrying a wrapped Christmas gift.
I’m sorry. I don’t know what
to say to you, Marita. Last
we spoke you weren’t exactly
kind to me or Monica.
I’m sorry about that. I haven’t
been myself lately, but I promise
I’m 100% better than the last time
you saw me.
Marita looks around her room, it’s very
Are they treating you well here?
Of course. I’m important to them.
You’ve lost weight. Are
you eating properly?
It’s hard to digest your
meals after hurting innocent
people. No, I don’t eat well.
Marita holds out her present.
I got you something for Christmas.
I thought I’d bring it by tonight
since I’m going to Mulder and
Skinner’s Christmas Bash tomorrow night.
Scully takes the present and unwraps it.
It’s a CD of Tchaikovsky’s “The Nutcracker”. Her favorite piece of
classical music associated with the holiday season.
I figured Christmas isn’t such
a big thing around here and I know
how much you love The Nutcracker.
Thank you, Marita.
Scully walks across the room to put the
CD in the CD player. Marita spots a bag full of clothes resting up
against the side of a chair.
Are you planning on going somewhere?
Scully turns to face her. Can she trust
Marita? Could she get help from Marita if she told her her plans?
Scully nods her head “yes”.
That’s a good answer, Dana.
I’ll make sure to have someone
posted by the exit incase you
try something stupid.
Marita winks at her. At least she’s being
careful incase the room is bugged.
I should be going now.
Marita hugs Scully and whispers into her
What exit do you plan on using?
(tears in her eyes)
The underground northern exit.
I’ll send someone to make
sure you get out of this area safely.
Scully nods her head.
I’ll purchase two plane
tickets for you and Monica
so you can leave the country.
I’ll send John and Brad later, ok?
Scully nods her head again and begins crying
hard. It’s relieving to know that Marita is on her side and wants
to help her and Monica escape this place.
Marita holds onto the back of Scully’s head.
Shh… everything is
going to be all right…
Scully tightens her hold on Marita.
You’ll meet my contact at
the exit at 8 p.m., ok?
Scully nods her head, and pulls away from
Smile, Dana, you’re very
pretty when you do. Every
girl deserves to be happy on Christmas.
Marita walks to the door.
I guess I’ll see you next
time I drop by.
Scully waves goodbye to Marita and closes
the door to her room.
INT. KNOWLE/SHANNON’S APARTMENT – 11:11 P.M.
Knowle and Shannon are lying in bed together.
A mistletoe hangs directly above them. Shannon’s head rests on Knowle’s
chest. Her fingers trace the USMC symbol that is on his T-shirt.
Do you ever think about
where you’ll be in ten years from now?
I figure, I’ll be ten years
older than I am now, and you’ll
be right here in my arms.
What about marriage or children?
C’mon, Shan’, you know
me better than that.
I know. That’s why I asked
you if you’ve ever thought
about marriage or children.
I’m perfectly happy exactly
how we are right now.
Shannon is quiet for about a minute. She
loves this big doof, but despite that, she questions herself as to
why she is still with him when she wants so much more than he does.
But like he said, she knows him well and knows that he wants to be
with her for life.
Marriage won’t make you turn
into your father, Knowle.
You’re nothing like him.
Now it is Knowle’s time to be silent. Shannon
understands him so well. She knows without him having to say it, that
his biggest fear is that having a wife and children will turn him
into an abusive alcoholic husband and father – just how his father
Thankfully for Knowle, there is a knock on their
I’ll get that.
Knowle gets out of bed and heads out into
the living room. He looks out the peephole and sees Marita. He opens
Marita, now’s not really
a good time-
- This is about Monica Reyes.
Knowle lets her in. She sits down on the
couch and hands him two airplane tickets. He looks at them.
Do you remember the north
underground exit at the
You need to be there tomorrow
night at eight to help Monica
and Dana escape. Take them to
JFK in New York, their flight
leaves the next morning at 12:05 a.m.
Marita pulls out two passports that look
well-worn. She hands them to Knowle.
I had fake passports made.
Fake only in their personal
information. Official in every other way.
What about John and Brad?
I’ll make sure they get a case
in which they have to make a trip
to Moscow in a couple months. I’ll
make sure they have Dana and Monica’s
new names with them, that way they
can find them and be with them. Make
sure to tell Dana that when they show
up they must leave Moscow and that
John and Brad have to get new identities too.
Knowle nods his head.
Do not tell anyone about what
you have to do tomorrow. Not
even Shannon. The least amount
of people who know, the better.
Knowle is silent, he’s going to have to
lie to Shannon and not be with her on Christmas Eve in order to help
Marita… about us… I don’t
think we should see each
I know. I’m working on
fixing my life too.
I do hope the end of a
physical relationship isn’t
the end of a friendship.
Of course not.
Knowle hugs her. In the background, we
see Shannon poke her head out of the bedroom – she sees Knowle hugging
some blond woman and then kiss her on top of the head. Sadness overcomes
her, apparently it doesn’t seem he loves her as much as she loves
him. She returns to bed and curls up under the blankets. Why does
she stay with Knowle when it’s obvious he is still quite the player?
She hears the front door close and then Knowle returns to bed.
Who was that?
Nobody important. (beat)
Actually, something at work
came up. I’m not going to be
able to spend Christmas Eve
with you and your family. I’m sorry.
It’s ok, obviously work
is important enough to call
you away on Christmas. I understand.
Her heart is aching inside.
Shannon places a soft kiss on Knowle’s mouth
then she turns away from him to fall asleep. Knowle watches her, he
sees that she is upset.
Shannon… I lo-
He trails off, unable to say what his heart
I know. I love you too.
Knowle lies down and spoons up behind her.
He kisses the back of her neck.
INT. DOGGETT HOUSE – MCALLEN, TX – 1:30 A.M.
DECEMBER 24, 2004
Doggett is lying awake on the bottom half of
the bunk bed in his and Jason’s bedroom. He hasn’t been able to sleep
because Jason keeps tossing and turning above him.
Hey John, you awake?
I’m trying not to be.
I can’t sleep in these
long-johns Ma gave us.
Makes my skin itch.
Sit still and the itch
will go away.
Why does Ma do this to us?
We’re her little boys, I’m
sure she just likes to mother
us despite the fact we are
Then why did you tell me
not to argue against these
damn long-johns when she
gave them to us? Grown men
would stand up and say their
boxer shorts were just fine.
Did you want to hear her
bitch about how horrible
we are to have as sons?
Jason is quiet. He knows that his brother
So what do you want
Other than some hard alcohol
and a pack of cigarettes?
Well for starters, don’t let
me have any alcohol. I’m
trying not to fall back into bad habits.
I want Dana back.
No. She’s the woman
I’m going to marry.
She left you?
Not by her own will. It’s a
complicated story, I don’t
feel like explaining it. (beat)
Remember when I was nine, how
Grandmama Reyes told me the
woman I’d spend my life with
would be named Dana Katherine Scully?
That’s this Dana?
Jason leans over the top of the bunk and
looks down at Doggett.
Well shit man, Grandmama was right?
I know, Dana was special
the first time I really
got to talk to her.
Yes, but I don’t think
she’s a natural.
Well when she gets back,
make sure I meet her before
you get hitched.
I’m not sure I’ll ever
see her again, Jase.
It’s better to have loved
and lost than to have
never loved at all.
You sound like a frickin’
Probably where I
first heard it.
Seriously though, if you’re
not sure you’ll ever see her
again, don’t stop looking
for happiness with someone else.
I know… but at the moment
that’s not something I want
Maybe New Years we can take
Jay out and show him what
night life is all about and
hook you up with some Texas beauty.
I hope you’re kidding about
taking your son out like
that, and no, I do not want
a Texas beauty right now.
Think Ma will yell if I
open the window to let
some cool air in here?
I’m sweatin’ up a monsoon.
Doggett laughs. This full-body long-johns
thing is ridiculous. The low tonight is 63 degrees – perfect open
If you open it, I will
not be held part of the
responsible party if she
gets angry, all right?
Jason hops out of the top bunk and opens
Thank God for natural
He hops back up into his bed.
INT. SKINNER’S HOUSE – 9:05 A.M.
Skinner is busy in his kitchen, placing bakery
baked Christmas cookies on a plate. He tosses the plastic container
into the garbage can – it lands on a dozen other plastic containers.
Skinner happily whistles “Jingle Bells”.
There is a knock on his door. Skinner stops
whistling and looks at his watch. Who could be at his door this early?
Probably Mulder coming to help with the Christmas Bash.
The knock comes again.
Skinner covers his plate of cookies with plastic
wrap and goes to answer his door. To his surprise, Alvin Kersh stands
on his doorstep with several wrapped items.
Hey, Alvin. What are
you doing here?
Just coming to help
with the Christmas
Bash. (beat) I’ve brought
Kersh walks in, carrying several wrapped
Make yourself at home.
I’m just finishing putting
the frosting on my homemade
Skinner goes back into the kitchen, leaving
Kersh alone in the living room. Kersh carefully watches Skinner go
into the kitchen to put more store bought cookies on plates.
Once Skinner is in the kitchen, Kersh quickly
runs to Skinner’s guest bedroom with the wrapped items he carried
in, and hides them. Kersh leaves the bedroom.
I’ll be back soon.
I need to get more
of my presents.
Kersh darts out the door and gets into
his car and drives off.
INT. MULDER & KRYCEK’S APARTMENT – 10:17 A.M.
Marita and Mulder are whispering to one another
in the kitchen. Marita quietly laughs at what Mulder has just told
her. Krycek enters, shuffling his feet. His T-shirt is all twisted,
boxer shorts uneven and his hair is a monster of a mess. He stands
in the doorway and yawns. His eyes are still half shut. Mulder and
Marita watch him as he sits down.
What smells good?
I’m making you boys
your favorite breakfast.
He looks up at her with one eye open, and
the other eye still half asleep. Marita smiles at him.
No, apple turnovers.
Krycek’s other eye opens in happy surprise.
You haven’t made those
in a couple of years.
Marita goes over to Krycek, stands behind
him and wraps her arms around him. She gives him a kiss on the top
of his head.
Well, today is a special
Yes, Mulder tells me Santa
Claus is coming to Skinner’s
Bash. It’s so exciting. I’ve
never been able to spend a lot
of time with my favorite jolly
Marita smiles and kisses Krycek on the
Mulder tells me you won’t
be going to the party. Why?
It’s a surprise for you.
Krycek reluctantly smiles at Marita, wishing
he didn’t have to “play” Santa at Skinner’s Christmas Bash.
Mulder smiles at Krycek.
You’ll be happy to know, Alex,
that Diana left to meet with
her friends early this morning.
Good. Tell her not to come back.
Marita turns to him with disappointment.
Now, Sasha, don’t be so
jealous of Diana.
Jealous of Diana?!
I know you must feel
like you are competing
for Mulder’s love-
Sasha, I’m just picking
She places a plate in front of him with
a hot apple turnover on it.
Krycek smiles, forgetting how he has to
be Santa for an entire day.
INT. SKINNER’S HOUSE – 4:37 P.M.
“We Wish You A Merry Christmas” is playing
softly in Skinner’s living room. Brad, Mulder, Marita and Kim are
standing by the refreshment table that’s set up in the room.
Wait, let me get this
straight. You pretend
you believe in Santa
Claus just to see how far
your friends will go?
And you truly got Krycek
to dress up all day?
He doesn’t want me
to become “upset”.
Marita smiles and takes a sip of her fruit
How long has this
been going on?
Mulder and Marita look at one another,
thinking for a long, long time. Brad and Kim watch them, waiting for
Marita and Mulder look at each other and
I guess so.
Should be interesting to
see Krycek dressed up and
oblivious to the truth.
Skinner knows now too.
(beat) He used to dress
up as Santa as well.
Mulder watches Kim for a reaction to Skinner’s
That must have been
during a time when he was loyal.
Suddenly there is a loud pounding on Skinner’s
Sounds like Alex.
Marita happily goes and opens the door.
Krycek is dressed as Santa and has a bag of presents slung over his
Oh my gosh! Santa!
Mulder pulls Krycek into the house.
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Mulder comes running towards Krycek.
Oh goodie! Oh boy!
He hugs Krycek. Skinner comes out of the
kitchen with a bowl of potatoe chips.
Oh wow! It’s Santa!
Brad and Kim share a look. Neither one
of them can believe Krycek would do this, especially this enthousiastically.
The front door opens quietly and Kersh sneaks
in with many bags hanging on him, and a large suitcase wrapped in
Christmas wrapping paper. Kersh hopes to go unnoticed, but his suspicious
activity catches Brad’s eye.
Brad turns to Kim.
He goes off, following Kersh, leaving Kim
(quiet, somewhat shy)
Merry Christmas, Kim.
Kim smiles politely and walks away to join
Mulder and Marita with “Santa”.
INT. GUEST BEDROOM – SKINNER’S HOUSE – CONTINUOUS
Brad enters the bedroom and sees Kersh unwrapping
Kersh looks up – caught like a deer in
He quickly stands up, trying to cover up
what he’s up to.
What are you doing?
Brad looks around and sees a lot of Kersh’s
In Cleveland with her family.
Brad nods his head. He’s pretty sure he
knows what’s happening on Kersh’s homefront.
You’re not there?
Nah. I’ve got work to do.
(to the point)
She kicked you out?
Yeah. (beat) She asked me
to stop making buttons and
she found my newest creations.
She just kicked you out?
Kersh looks down.
She said she wants a
divorce. I don’t want that.
So go to Cleveland, and
stop secretly moving in
Kersh nods his head and he and Brad leave
the guest bedroom.
INT. LIVING ROOM
Mulder and Marita are laughing on the couch.
Krycek is no where to be seen until he comes out of the kitchen.
(in Santa voice)
Santa’s called a special
friend over to entertain us.
Brad and Kersh re-join everyone in the
Everyone, I need to leave
the party. I’ve got some
important family business
to take care of.
Tell your family I say
Kersh leaves the house. Skinner looks over
at Santa Krycek, who is smirking.
Santa, may I have a word
with you in the kitchen please?
Sure thing, Wally.
Krycek and Skinner head into the kitchen.
Krycek grabs a cookie from a plate on the counter.
Who did you call?
The Peppermint Elves.
Who are the Peppermint Elves?
The hottest stripping team
in the city.
Skinner sighs with disapproval.
Do you want to be responsible
for Mulder and Marita being upset?
What about me? I’m stuck
in this frickin’ Santa suit
all day, I wanna have some fun!
Krycek turns and leaves the kitchen. Skinner
follows. There is no stopping Krycek.
INT. LIVING ROOM
Krycek sits down on the couch and Marita sits
on his lap. Skinner looks around. He’s just now noticing all the mistletoe
hanging from the ceiling and over entrances to rooms. He wonders who
did all that and when.
He shakes his head of the thought.
He went to feed Buddy.
He’ll be back later.
Skinner nods his head and sits next to
Kim, who shifts away from him slightly.
INT. DOGGETT’S HOUSE – 5:08 P.M.
Buddy is laying on the floor next to the table
that has the answering machine on it. His head pops up when he hears
keys in the front door of the house. The door opens and he quickly
He shuts the door behind him – it’s turning
out to be a rather cold day outside.
Buddy barks from the living room and jumps
up on the couch so he can go to the answering machine and play the
message from Scully to Brad.
Brad walks over to Buddy.
I don’t think John would
want you to be on his furniture.
Brad goes into the kitchen and puts Buddy’s
food into a bowl and gives him new water to drink.
In the living room, Buddy figures out how to
hit the play button on the machine. Brad comes into the living room
having heard the electronic voice saying there is one new message.
John, it’s Dana. I can’t say
much, but Mon’ and I will meet
you at the Brooklyn Bridge
tomorrow night, Christmas Eve.
Pack what you need to start a
new life because we won’t be able
to return to D.C., it’ll be too
dangerous. Tell Brad. Goodbye.
Buddy howls. Brad is temporarily frozen
by what he’s heard. Could this really be happening? Buddy barks at
him again and tries to play the message again, but he accidentally
deletes it with his paw.
I have to go.
Brad leaves the house, locking the door
behind him. He immediately gets on his cell phone and dials a New
INT. NEW YORK FBI FIELD OFFICE – CONTINUOUS
VIOLENT CRIMES DIVISION – MISSING PERSONS
Special Agent Danny Taylor turns the lamp off
at his desk and grabs his briefcase. The phone at his desk rings.
He picks it up.
EXT. DOGGETT’S HOUSE
Brad is walking to his car.
Agent Taylor, it’s Brad Follmer.
Brad gets into his car.
Hey, Merry Christmas, sir.
Has Fitzgerald been keeping
you up to date with the case
involving my fiancee?
INT. NEW YORK FBI FIELD OFFICE
Danny sits down at his desk, realizing this
isn’t just a friendly call.
Yeah, do you have a new lead?
A big one. I’m on my way
up to New York now.
What’s the lead?
Dana Scully called saying
she and Monica will be on
the Brooklyn Bridge tonight.
From the sound of it, I might
need help getting them safely home.
Danny writes down what Brad tells him.
She didn’t say what time?
All right, agent Johnson
and I will get out there incase
they show up before you get here.
Thanks. I’ll call you
when I arrive.
And I’ll call you if we get them.
Danny hangs up his phone and looks over
at Vivian Johnson who is across the room from him, time to let her
know she won’t be heading home too soon to be with her family on Christmas
INT. FACILITY – 7:48 P.M.
Scully quietly makes her way down to the laboratory.
She’s dressed in a warm winter jacket. She carries a jacket for Monica,
and holds a bag of her personal items in a bag in her other hand.
She carefully makes her way down the hall to Monica’s cell.
Scully’s heart races as she can almost taste
her freedom. She enters the access code to get into Monica’s cell.
“ACCESS DENIED” flashes on the screen.
A wave of panic washes over Scully.
He’s onto your plans, Dana.
Startled, Scully turns around to face him.
She swallows hard. Montgomery approaches Scully. Her eyes are filled
with fear. Has he turned against her? Or has he always been against
He’s changed all of your
access codes so I have
Shit. Scully looks down. She was so close
to freedom. Montgomery moves Scully out of his way and punches the
new access code in.
Monica’s cell door opens. Scully looks at Montgomery,
surprised that he’s helping her, but not entirely shocked.
Scully goes into Monica’s cell and helps
her to her feet.
She can’t walk well.
Montgomery looks down the hall and sees
a wheelchair. He goes to get it for her.
Don’t stop for any reason.
Scully hugs Montgomery. This is the last
time she will ever see him. Tears well up in her eyes.
Thank you, John.
Scully nods her head and she and Monica
get on the move.
Montgomery watches them, hoping they can make
it out. Neither one of them deserve more pain from this place.
EXT. THE FACILITY – NORTHERN EXIT – 7:58 P.M.
The door to the underground tunnel opens and
Scully cautiously peers out to the empty land. There is not a cloud
in the sky and the only light is from the moonlight above. Scully
opens the door wider and pushes Monica through the door and out into
the cold Christmas Eve air.
A small smile forms on Monica’s face as she
breathes in her first breath of fresh air in nine months.
It won’t be long now.
Monica smiles and looks up to the starry
sky. It’s never looked so beautiful.
Scully looks off in the near distance and sees
a big man dressed in camouflage. He’s headed right towards them. Panic
washes over her. Montgomery said the Cigarette-Smoking Man was onto
her plans and now it looks as if he’s sent on of his guards to get
The man gets closer and Monica looks in
his direction and smiles.
Scully looks down at Monica, wondering
how she seems to know for sure who this man is.
It’s Knowle, Dana. Let’s go.
He’s all right.
Monica senses Scully’s fear of Knowle Rohrer.
The first time they met, Knowle wasn’t very nice to her.
Monica starts to attempt to wheel herself over
How do you know it’s him?
I just know.
Scully follows her. Knowle reaches them.
I was sent by Marita Covarrubias.
Where are we going?
The airport. Marita gave
me these to give to you.
He hands Scully the passports and tickets.
Knowle doesn’t acknowledge Scully’s comment.
He’s still bitter towards the fact that she’s partially responsible
for Monica’s condition. He kneels down in front of Monica, he smiles
You all right?
I am now.
She smiles at him and pulls him into a
hug and kisses him on the cheek.
We should get going.
(beat) You hang in there
like a true soldier.
He pulls away from her and smiles. He stands
up and goes behind Monica to wheel her out of this place. Scully follows
them to Knowle’s black Hummer.
INT. KNOWLE’S HUMMER – 30 MINUTES LATER
Knowle is driving them into the city. Scully
is in the front passenger seat and Monica is in the back. Monica watches
Knowle, sensing he’s not very happy with Scully. Infact, the more
Knowle thinks about Monica and the condition she is in, the more it
Don’t be mad at her, Knowle.
Knowle looks back at her through the rearview
She’s done her best to
help me. (beat) She’s a
victim of that place too.
Knowle doesn’t say anything. He’d like
to yell at Scully for not trying harder, but he doesn’t want to upset
It’s not her fault, Knowle.
(beat) We’re out of there now,
and that’s all that matters.
None of this should have
happened to you.
There’s nothing we can
do to turn back time.
Knowle quickly wipes a tear away from his
eye. He doesn’t like to see bad things happen to his friends. He hates
seeing Monica so broken down from what she had to endure from that
Every last one of those bastards deserves to
Yes, they do, Knowle.
Horrible things happen
to innocent people there.
Knowle looks back at her. Is she reading
(re: his thoughts)
Yes, I am.
I have a gift. That’s why
I was stuck there against
my will. They couldn’t erase
my memory. It’s not Dana’s
fault, so don’t put blame
on her, ok? (beat) One day
she’ll be married to John,
meaning she’ll be a Marine too.
Knowle doesn’t say anything. He knows how
much Dana means to John, but he can’t help but be angry at someone
for this situation. Dana is the easiest to blame because of the time
he first met her at the Facility. Dana had ordered guards to send
Monica back to her cell. He could have snapped her neck for that.
Knowle pulls up to JFK International Airport
and parks his hummer in short term parking. They get out and go inside
Knowle walks with Monica and Scully as far as
he can go without having a boarding pass.
I guess this is the end
of the line for me.
They stop walking.
Marita said she’ll tell
Brad and John where
you guys will be.
Knowle kneels down to look at Monica in
I’ll probably never
see you again, Monica.
Tears sting Monica’s eyes.
I want you to take good
care of yourself and
not take any shit from anyone.
I know. I will.
Knowle hugs her, and quickly wipes tears
from his eyes – he’s too tough to cry.
I just want you to know
that you’ve been one of my
greatest friends. You’ve
helped me through a lot
of hard times.
You too, big guy.
Knowle pulls away and Monica smiles at
Till we meet again.
Semper Fi – remember that.
He kisses the top of Monica’s head.
Scully watches on, taking note of how significant
the Marines motto – Semper Fi - is to Knowle and Monica. It’s almost
as if it’s another way for them to say “I love you” to each other.
You should get going.
Scully goes behind Monica to push her to
their departure gate.
Thank you, Knowle.
Knowle nods his head.
Scully and Monica head off to their gate.
Knowle watches them for a few moments then turns and leaves. He hopes
they will make it all right.
Scully and Monica approach their gate. Scully’s
mind can’t help but think about her message on John’s answering machine
about the Brooklyn Bridge. What if John and Brad are there now? They’re
probably worried sick that she and Monica aren’t there. How does she
know for sure that she can trust this plan of Marita’s? What if Marita
was having another episode and has set them up?
Scully stops walking. Monica looks up at her.
I don’t think Marita has
I called John and left
a message saying we’d
meet him and Brad at-
- You want to go there?
I think we should.
Scully looks down at Monica wanting to
know her opinion.
EXT. BROOKLYN BRIDGE – NEW YORK CITY – 9:35
Brad eagerly watches the light traffic go by
on the bridge. He is accompanied by Agents Danny Taylor and Vivian
Johnson of the New York Field Office. Danny and Vivian are standing
next to each other, bundled up in their winter coats and hats. Brad
stands a few feet away from them. Vivian and Danny speak quietly to
Has it really been nine
months that they’ve been missing?
Yeah. Talk about being determined.
Martin said that this was
because of some secret government.
I didn’t believe him at
first until I spoke with
Vivian nods her head and brings her gloved
hands up to her mouth, she exhales her warm breath on her hands.
Our former ADIC wouldn’t
make up government conspiracy stories.
Danny smiles. Vivian nods in agreement.
She didn’t know Brad well, on a personal level, when he was the Assistant
Director In Charge in the past, but she knows his reputation enough
to know that far off stories don’t come easily to him. A.D. Follmer
is too serious and by the book to do that.
Never would have thought
he and Agent Reyes would’ve
gotten together though.
Danny gives her a look of disbelief.
You’re kidding. (beat) Maybe
it was just me, but they
were obvious. (beat) At least
on Reyes’s part. I spoke with
her more. What really gave them
away was when she transferred
to New Orleans.
Vivian looks at him.
How was that a give away?
Well, you know. She wanted
to break the “bad habit”.
Looks like she’s marrying
the “bad habit”.
Brad looks back slightly at them. He’s
been listening in on their conversation. He had no clue anyone in
the FBI knew about his and Monica’s secret love affair when they were
working in New York.
No, no, the “bad habit” wasn’t
Brad himself, it was mixing
pleasure with work.
Danny smirks with amusement.
Monica told you that?
Brad turns to face them.
We talked a lot, sir.
Danny smiles. Brad shakes his head with
amusement. How “Monica” is that to tell a co-worker about a “secret”
love affair with her superior?
I can honestly say that
I’m not surprised.
Brad smiles and leans up against the bridge.
He continues to watch the traffic.
On the other end of the bridge, a cab stops
and Scully gets out and helps Monica out and into her wheelchair.
The cab drives off.
They’re not here…
Maybe they’re at the other
end, thinking we came from
the other direction.
Scully looks to the other end. It’s not
an impossible idea. She pushes Monica towards the other end of the
A few minutes later, Scully and Monica reach
the other end of the bridge. However, they are on the other side,
opposite of where Brad, Danny and Vivian are located.
Brad looks up and sees Scully and Monica. He
stands up straighter.
Scully’s heart skips a beat. Holy shit,
they’re here! This is actually happening. Monica smiles when she sees
Brad crossing the street to make his way to them.
Suddenly! A black car speeds up to Scully and
Monica. The tires screech to a halt, blocking Brad from Monica and
The Cigarette-Smoking Man and John Montgomery
step out of the front of the car.
Brad pulls out his gun. Danny and Vivian come
running to his side to help.
The Cigarette-Smoking Man grabs Scully
who tries to elbow him as hard as she can, she’s not successful. Montgomery
Let her go!
He cocks his gun ready to kill these bastards.
(watching out for him)
Brad, no! Don’t!
She gives him a look of warning before
Montgomery pushes her into the back of the black car and slams the
door shut, locking it automatically. Montgomery looks at Brad, giving
him a menacing glare of warning.
Brad freezes, uncertain as to why Monica told
him “no”. The black car speeds away. Brad watches the unmarked car
quickly drive away, fading into the night.
They were so close, and now so far away.