The Kiss...

[Cut to Mulder's apartment, dark, as Mulder himself walks in. His eye
catches something on the floor ... a note. It reads:

THINGS ARE LOOKING UP

And from out of nowhere, Mulder is pushed to the ground by an intruder
who pulls a gun and points it in his face. Krycek.]

KRYCEK: You must be losing it, Mulder. I could beat you with one hand.

[NOTE: Krycek lost his arm in 4X10 Terma.]

MULDER: Isn't that how you like to beat yourself? (Krycek cocks the gun)
If those are my last words I can do better.

KRYCEK: I'm not here to kill you, Mulder. I'm here to help you.

MULDER: Hey, thanks.

KRYCEK: You know, if it wasn't in my best interests, I would just as soon
squeeze this trigger.

MULDER: What's stopping you?

KRYCEK: Hear this, Agent Mulder ... listen very carefully because what
I'm telling you is deadly serious. There is a war raging, and unless you
pull your head out of the sand, you and I and about five billion other people
are going to go the way of the dinosaur. I'm talking planned invasion.
The colonization of this planet by an extraterrestrial race.

[Mulder laughs.]

MULDER: I thought you were serious.

KRYCEK: Kazakhstan, Skyland Mountain, the site in Pennsylvania.
They're all alien lighthouses where the colonization will begin, but
where now, a battle's being waged. A struggle for heaven and earth.
Where there is one law: fight or die. And one rule: resist or serve.

MULDER: Serve who?

KRYCEK: No, not who. What.

MULDER: Krycek, you're a murderer, a liar and a coward. Just because
you stick a gun in my chest, I'm supposed to believe you're my friend?

KRYCEK: Get up.

[Krycek backs off, and Mulder sits up.]

KRYCEK: I was sent by a man ... a man who knows, as I do, that
resistance is in our grasp, and in yours. The mass incinerations were
strikes by an alien rebellion to upset plans for occupation. Now, one
of these rebels is being held captive. And if he dies, so does the resistance.

[Krycek leans over and kisses Mulder on the cheek. He uncocks the gun
and hands it to Mulder, who takes it.]

KRYCEK: <Good luck to you, my friend.>

[And he leaves, with Mulder sitting there on the floor.]

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