The Return of the Rat...

(The truck stops, backs up. Militia guys with guns come out on the
loading dock of the warehouse. FBI throw open the doors of the
shipping container they are hiding in. They order the militia guys
down on the ground. They throw teargas bombs; gunfire is
exchanged. Two men jump in the truck and drive off. Mulder and
Scully give chase. There's a gunshot, and the truck swerves to
a stop.)

Mulder (To Scully): Cover the driver's side. (To the truck) Federal
agent, I'm armed! Exit the vehicle, now!

(shot of blood smeared on truck window)

SCULLY: Driver's dead.

MULDER: I counted two men. Get out of the truck.

(They continue advancing on the truck)

MULDER: Get out of the truck!

(A gun is tossed out the window.)

MULDER: Let me see your hands! Hands in the air!

(Man gets out of the truck. It's Krycek.)

MULDER: You son of a bitch!.

(Mulder rushes up and hits Krycek in the stomach with the butt of his
rifle. Krycek falls to the ground. Mulder points his gun at Krycek,
raises it as if to fire.)

SCULLY: Mulder!

KRYCEK: I handed you this bust, Mulder!

MULDER: Oh, come on, Krycek!

KRYCEK: Who do you think sent you those receipts?

Bombs, Rats, and Moral Dipsticks...

(Dog sniffs for explosives, militia guys taken away, etc. Krycek
leads Mulder and Scully into the warehouse. He's wearing black
leather jacket, olive drab sweatshirt, blue jeans, and an olive
baseball cap. His hands are handcuffed in front of him.)

KRYCEK: Most of the detonation cord was stolen from a construction
site, and some of the explosives were just taken from a military base.
I mean, security's just so lax, it's a joke --

(Mulder shoves Krycek, forcing him to site on a crate)

KRYCEK: Most everything else was over the counter. Two thousand
kilos of boom-boom.

SCULLY: How'd you get involved with these men?

KRYCEK: They found me in North Dakota. They liberated me on a
salvage hunt.

(Shot of militia guy in police car, looking at Krycek)

KRYCEK: Hey, you go underground, you gotta learn to live with the
rats.

(Mulder slaps off Krycek's baseball cap. Krycek's hair is cut really,
really short -- a skinhead 'do.)

MULDER: I'm sure you had no trouble adapting.

KRYCEK: These men are pathetic revolutionaries who'll kill innocent
Americans in the name of bonehead ideologies.

MULDER: You're full of crap, Krycek. You're an invertebrate
scum-sucker whose moral dipstick is about two drops short of
bone dry.

KRYCEK: Hey! I love this country. (stands, going nose to nose with
Mulder)

(Mulder shoves him back down, turns away)

SCULLY: What do you want, Krycek?

KRYCEK: Same thing you do. To find the man who tried to kill me.
(To Mulder) The same man that was responsible for your father's
death... (turns to Scully) your sister's.

SCULLY: You want this man brought to justice?

KRYCEK: You can't bring these men to justice. They're protected.
The laws of this country protect them in the name of national security.
They know no law.

MULDER: Then why don't you put a bullet in his head like you did
that man out there?

KRYCEK: These men, they fear one thing; exposure. You expose
*him,* you expose his crimes, you destroy the destroyer's ability
to destroy.

MULDER: The only thing that will destroy this man is the truth.

KRYCEK: The truth, the truth! There's no truth. These men, they
make it up as they go along. They're the engineers of the future.
They're the real revolutionaries. I can get them for you too.

MULDER: (smiles) We can't help you, Krycek.

KRYCEK: Mulder. This is just one bomb I'm sitting on here.
You didn't ask me how many more I know about.

Mulder and Those Handcuffs...

(Mulder, Scully, and Krycek walk through airport. Mulder and Scully
have changed out of their SWAT gear. He's in a dark suit, coat,
weird, block-patterned blue and grey tie. Scully is in a blue pants
suit with black t-shirt and black coat. Krycek has taken off his
sweatshirt to drape over the handcuffs. He's now wearing only his
white undershirt under his leather jacket. No baseball cap.)

SCULLY: What flight is he on?

(The three of them look up at the arrivals board)

KRYCEK: It's an international charter that originated in Russia.
Turkish airline.

MULDER: There it is, Air Lacayo, 6:45. Fifteen minutes ago.
Come on, let's go. (Places a hand on Krycek's back, urges him
forward.)

SCULLY: He still has to go through customs.

KRYCEK: No. He'll be carrying a diplomatic pouch.

(The three walk briskly through airport, spot Second Courier coming
through sliding doors. He's carrying fluorescent orange pouch --
presumably the diplomatic pouch.)

KRYCEK: That's him.

(Scully approaches Second Courier, pulls out her badge. )

SCULLY: Sir, federal agent. Don't be alarmed; I just need to speak
with you.

(Second Courier runs back through the doors)

SCULLY: Stop! Stop right there! Sir! (Doors close with Scully on
the wrong side of them. She looks to Mulder.) Mulder!

(Mulder is handcuffing Krycek to a convenient handrail. Krycek
cooperates, draping his sweatshirt over the cuffs again so no one will
see them. Mulder glances back at him one last time, then takes off
after the courier, who knocks over passers-by and takes off down a
jetway, escaping across the tarmac. Mulder and Scully stand at the
end of the jetway, looking after him.)

SCULLY: Mulder, look. (Points at pouch, which is lying on a pile of
luggage, apparently dropped)

Mulder Exposes It For Krycek...

(Mulder & Scully come back through the sliding doors, heading toward
Krycek, who's still handcuffed, leaning on the railing and trying to
look casual.)

SCULLY: Is this some kind of joke?

KRYCEK: What?

MULDER: Show him.

KRYCEK: What is it?

MULDER: Expose it for him, Scully.

(Scully unzips the pouch, exposing a black rock.)

MULDER: What did you get for Halloween, Charlie Brown?

(Mulder walks off angrily, Krycek and Scully look at each other.)

A Safe House (of Sadists)...

(Ext. Skinner's apartment building. Cut to int. Skinner's apartment.
Sound of someone knocking on door. Skinner comes down the stairs,
shirtless, buckling his belt.)

SKINNER: Who is it?

MULDER: I need to speak with you, sir.

(Skinner sighs with exasperation, opens door. Mulder is standing in
the doorway.)

SKINNER: What do you want, Agent Mulder?

MULDER: I need your authorization to provide a safe house.

SKINNER: A safe house for whom?

MULDER: (Reaches to his left and yanks Krycek into view by the
collar of his jacket. He has his baseball cap again.) This man
has information about extreme-right militia that could save the lives
of innocent Americans.

(Krycek meets Skinner's gaze, smiles nervously)

SKINNER: He'll be safe here.

(Mulder pushes Krycek in and closes door the door. Krycek is
looking around the darkened apartment when Skinner slips up
behind him and punches him in the stomach with all his strength.
Krycek grunts and collapses. Skinner pulls him back up by his
jacket collar.)

SKINNER: Relatively safe. We're not even yet, boy.
(Shakes Krycek, who is groaning in pain.) That's a start.
(To Mulder) Give me the keys.

(Skinner drags Krycek across the room by the collar and throws him
out onto the balcony. Krycek falls onto the balcony floor. Skinner
drags him up by the collar again and cuffs his right hand to the railing.
Krycek leans against the railing, unable to stand.)

KRYCEK: You can't -- you can't leave me out here, I'm going to
freeze to death! (jerks at handcuffs)

(Skinner shoves Krycek down to sit on the floor. Skinner crouches
down to face him.)

SKINNER: Just think warm thoughts. (stands and leaves)

(Krycek jerks at the cuffs again, then rips his cap off, glowering.)

Handcuffs and Haircuts...

(Mulder slips into the apartment building behind Detective's back.
Skinner gives him a meaningful look. Cut to Krycek being shoved
into Skinner's apartment from the balcony, by Mulder. Krycek is
holding his right wrist, which is reddened and a little bloody.
Mulder jerks Krycek's arm up painfully and removes the handcuff.)

MULDER: We're going to walk out of here like nothing happened.
If anybody speaks to us, you say nothing.

KRYCEK: I got no problem. You put me up here, man, I'm looking
forward to seeing you get me out.

MULDER (whacking Krycek's forehead): Stupid-ass haircut!
(Grabs Krycek by the front of his jacket, as if he's going to punch
him)

KRYCEK: I got news for you, Mulder. When they find out who's dead
on the ground down there, there's going to be no question whose
apartment he was pulled out of.

MULDER: Who is he?

KRYCEK: Same guy with the pouch.

MULDER (pulling Krycek along): Let's go.

KRYCEK: I say follow the pouch.

Krycek's In The Dark...

(Outside Marita's apartment building. Krycek is in the passenger
seat of Mulder's car, sleeping with his left wrist chained to the
steering wheel. Mulder walks up to the car. Krycek wakes up
when Mulder opens the car door.)

KRYCEK: Where have you been?

MULDER: Making travel arrangements. (He puts key in ignition.
The car clock comes on as the engine starts; it's 3:15.)

KRYCEK: To go where?

MULDER: To follow the pouch.

KRYCEK: You're going to keep me in the dark?

(Mulder punches him in the face.)

MULDER: Yeah.

(They drive away. Krycek is lolling against the car window, seemingly
unconscious.)

Krycek Uses His Dirty Mouth On Mulder...

(Mulder pulls into Long-Term Parking Lot C, parks the car. He turns
to look at Krycek, then gets out of the car, leaving Krycek handcuffed
to the steering wheel.)

KRYCEK: Mulder, you're not --

MULDER: I'm leaving the window rolled down. If I'm not back in a week,
I'll call Agent Scully to come bring you a bowl of water.

KRYCEK: Mulder! You're not gonna leave me here! I got information,
Mulder, about a second bomb! Time, date and place!

(Mulder pauses. Krycek continues yelling. Mulder turns and looks
back.)

KRYCEK: ...Son of a bitch, get back here!

(Mulder walks back to the car, bends to look in window.)

MULDER: What did you say to me?

KRYCEK: What?

MULDER: You called me a bad name.

KRYCEK: (Starts cursing in Russian. Calls Mulder "paskuda" and
"mudak," among other things. Spits on Mulder's face.)

MULDER (smiling): You speak Russian, Krycek?

KRYCEK: My parents were Cold War immigrants, what's it to you?

(Mulder nods and smiles)

The Boys Go On A Trip...

(A truck -- license plate 2105M -- drives along a soggy, muddy road.
It stops. Mulder and Krycek, who were sitting in back, hop out.
Krycek goes around to talk to the truck driver in Russian.)

KRYCEK: (to Mulder) He says it's about five kilometers through
those woods.

MULDER: Let's go. (beckons)

(Krycek says something to the truck driver in Russian and slaps his
shoulder. Mulder and Krycek head off through the rain and woods.)

Mulder Shares...

(Mulder and Krycek kneel on the ground, digging under coils of razor
wire.)

KRYCEK: You're really gonna keep me in the dark, aren't you?
(punches ground) What are we doing here, Mulder?

(Mulder looks at him, continues digging)

MULDER: June 30, 1908. Tungus tribesmen and Russian fur traders
look up into the southeastern Siberian sky and see a fireball streaking
to Earth. When it hit the atmosphere, it created a series of cataclysmic
explosions that are considered to be the largest single cosmic event
in the history of civilization. Two thousand times the force of the
bomb that was dropped on Hiroshima.

KRYCEK: What was it?

MULDER: It's been speculated that it was a piece of a comet, an
asteroid, or even a piece of anti-matter. The power of the blast
leveled trees in a radial pattern for 2000 kilometers. No real
definitive evidence has ever been found to provide a satisfying
explanation of what it was.

(Crawls under razor wire. Turns back to Krycek, looks at him through
fence.)

MULDER: I think somebody found that evidence. And the explanation
is something that nobody ever dreamed of.

(Mulder turns and heads up the hill, not bothering to see if Krycek
follows. Krycek looks around, hesitates a moment, then crawls
under the fence and runs after Mulder.)

Those Two Are Awfully Close...

(Mulder and Krycek run down a hill, lie flat on the ground next to
each other. Mulder pulls out a pair of binoculars.)

KRYCEK: What are they doing?

(Mulder peers through binoculars, sees men digging in the ground
with pickaxes, supervisors with whips on horseback.)

MULDER: Looks like some kind of mining camp.

(Man at wheelbarrow falls down, is whipped.)

MULDER: Oh!

KRYCEK (whispers) : What?

MULDER: I don't think they're miners.

(The sound of hoofbeats. Mulder and Krycek look around.)

MULDER: Run!

(They run in different directions, Russians on horseback chasing after
them. Krycek falls down a hill and is hauled up. Mulder is tripped
by a whip and flogged.)

Mulder's Going To Need Krycek...

(The cell door opens. Two guards are there, holding Krycek with his
right arm twisted behind his back and a billy club against his throat.
They throw him onto the floor of the cell. He stands and yells
something in Russian. The guards reply, twirling their keys and
clubs, then lock the door. Krycek throws himself against the door,
clawing at it.)

KRYCEK: We gotta get out of here. (Looks at Mulder.) They're
going to torture us. (Crosses cell to claw at bars on window.)

MULDER: How do you know?

KRYCEK: They were questioning me. (Gives up on window,
comes to stand chest to chest with Mulder.) Trying to get me
to confess.

MULDER: To what?

KRYCEK: To being a spy.

(Mulder slams Krycek up against the wall, arm against his throat.)

MULDER: What did you tell them?

KRYCEK: That we were stupid Americans lost in the woods.
(They stare at each other.) Mulder, you're going to need me in here.
(Shoves Mulder's arm away from his throat.) Don't touch me again.

(They stare at each other, nose to nose. Mulder finally turns away.
Krycek goes back to prying at the bars on the window.)

Da Svidanya...

(The cell in Tunguska. A voice calls "Dinner!" in Russian. Bowls of
yellow soup are slid through a slot at the bottom of the cell door.
Krycek drinks from one and hands the other to Mulder. When he
does this, you can see that Krycek's right wrist is still red and swollen.
Mulder takes a sip, then spits it out. He pulls a large, wiggling
roach out to of the soup. He shows it to Krycek, and they both
throw their bowls on the floor. The door opens, and a guard comes
in yelling. He pulls Krycek up and seems about to beat him until
Krycek starts talking to him in Russian.)

APPROXIMATE TRANSLATION:

GUARD: =Get up! Get up!= (Grabs Krycek)

KRYCEK: =I want to see your supervisor.=

GUARD: (grabbing Krycek by his shirt front) =Why would my
supervisor want to see you?=

KRYCEK: =He'll want to see me.=

GUARD: (lets go of Krycek, backs away) =I don't know...I don't
know...=

MULDER: What are you saying?

KRYCEK: That I want to see his supervisor.

GUARD: =Okay, but if he doesn't want to see you, you'll be
accountable.=

KRYCEK: (nods) =I'll be accountable, I'll be accountable.=

(Guard lets Krycek out of cell. Krycek stops, turns to Mulder.)

KRYCEK: Da svidanya. [Good-bye]

(Krycek leaves, door shuts, Mulder turns away in disgust.)

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