Episode Summary

When Morris Fletcher approaches the agents with information related to Super Soldiers, they turn to the Lone Gunmen. The Gunmen, however, are knee-deep in a bio-terrorist's plot to release a deadly toxin.

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Morris Fletcher: [voiceover] Once upon a time, there were three... how should I put this... geeks. Three more unlikely heroes... there never were. It wasn't long before their naiveté nearly got them killed. Until they hooked up with an FBI agent... And began publishing a — what shall I call it — rag called The Lone Gunman. 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. And provided... expertise for their friends at the FBI. For a brief time it looked as if they might actually make a difference in this cold, cruel world. They acquired an intern who believed in their cause. And a powerful, beautiful nemesis... who became an ally. But the world is not kind to idealists... and those who fight the Good Fight don't always win.

[Two laptops emit sonar pinging]

Brittany: Morris? Morris, it's going ping.

Morris Fletcher: Oh... it most certainly is.

Brittany: You're going to make me spill.

Morris Fletcher: Mmm... [He takes a margarita from Brittany]

Brittany: Morris, what is all that stuff, anyway?

Morris Fletcher: Oh, baby, don't make me talk shop. It is so boring.

Brittany: But I want to know.

Morris Fletcher: 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?

Brittany: Wait. You?

Morris Fletcher: 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...

Brittany: Mmm...

Morris Fletcher: ...hidden beneath the waves... just waiting to be plucked by man.

Brittany: Somebody's coming.

Morris Fletcher: Hmm? [to approaching boat] Hey, whatever you're selling we don't want any, okay? No ganja. [One of the men on the boat pulls a gun, another man grabs Brittany] Ho! Ho! Hey! Hey! Wait, wait, wait... uh... [Brittany is taken onboard the other boat] Oh, you want the girl? Yeah, I can dig it. I'm down with that. [The second man picks up a red petrol container and pours it all over the boat] Uh... Oh, wait, wait, wait! Guys, this is a rental. There's a $15,000 deposit on this... Oh, god...

First Man: Your employer wanted me to tell you... [He presses the barrel of his gun to Morris Fletcher's forehead] ...you're fired. [Rather than pulling the trigger, he returns to his own boat as it pulls away. One of the boatmen lights a flare and tosses it onto Morris Fletcher's boat, the petrol ignites and quickly engulf the vessel. Morris Fletcher jumps overboard just before his boat explodes. Amid the flotsam from the explosion is the schematic a space ship]

Doggett: Morris Fletcher?

Morris Fletcher: Finally. What took you so long? You must be Reyes. Enchanté.

Reyes: Yeah. Mr Fletcher we've been told you requested us by name. We're very curious about that.

Morris Fletcher: Well, you two head the FBI's X-Files unit, do you not? I thought you'd appreciate what I have to offer.

Doggett: Which is?

Morris Fletcher: You have no idea who you're sitting here with, do you?

Doggett: A guy who's up fudge creek for violating the federal secrets act. How's that for starters?

Morris Fletcher: Look, 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?

Doggett: I saw the movie.

Morris Fletcher: Yeah, well... there were a lot of technical inaccuracies in that thing. Anyway, I'm ready to make a deal.

Doggett: What deal would that be?

Morris Fletcher: The one that saves my furry pink ass. People are trying to kill me. Did you hear about my boat?

Reyes: Yeah, your female companion told us what she witnessed.

Morris Fletcher: My female...? Oh, you mean they didn't kill...

Reyes: ...Brittany?

Morris Fletcher: 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 fifty-year cover-up. I was there for all of it.

Reyes: Tell me, Mr Fletcher... these documents of yours... are they indicative of the kind of secrets you can reveal to us?

Morris Fletcher: Honey... they're just the tip of the iceberg.

[Reyes reveals the schematics rescued from the remains of Morris Fletcher's boat]

Reyes: This is the Jupiter 2 from Lost In Space.

Morris Fletcher: Okay, yeah, those are BS... But only those! See, 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. I just wanted to cruise the Bahamas. I never would've given him the real thing. That would be un-American.

Doggett: [to Guard] Coming out.

Morris Fletcher: Well, he found out about it. Now he wants to kill me. I need protection... Super soldiers!

Doggett: What do you know about super soldiers?

Morris Fletcher: A bit. It may be... there's one I can help you lay your hands on.

Doggett: This super soldier... he have a name?

Morris Fletcher: Not he... she.

[The buzzer sounds and Frohike checks the security monitor]

Frohike: [to Byers] What in the hell do they want? [He opens the door]

Doggett: Gentlemen.

Reyes: What happened here? Did you get robbed?

Langly: No.

Frohike: We're upgrading everything.

Langly: We gave away all our old crap to the Salvation Army. We're buying totally new stuff.

Byers: What can we do for you, Agents?

Doggett: Well, we were hoping you could help us out. You know that for months now we've been investigating this secret cadre — these so-called super soldiers.

Byers: Genetically-altered humans.

Frohike: You mean the ones that want to kill Mulder?

Reyes: Exactly. We'd like your help tracking one down.

Doggett: This woman. [He passes a photo to Frohike]

Reyes: You recognise her?

Langly: She's... she's a fellow hacker. Damn fine one.

Byers: She calls herself Yves Adele Harlow. It's not her real name.

Frohike: We never learned her real name. She disappeared a year ago, and nobody's seen her since.

Doggett: No, we have reason to believe that she's resurfaced. And that she's become one of these super soldiers.

Frohike: What in the hell are you talking about? She's no super soldier.

Byers: Absolutely not.

Langly: Not a chance. Who told you that?

Morris Fletcher: This is pointless. These three monkeys couldn't find stink in an outhouse. Why are we even here?

Frohike: You... son of a... [He grabs a golf club to attack Morris Fletcher, Doggett stops him] Hey, let me at him! I'll kill him!

Langly: I'll hold him down!

Reyes: Whoa, fellows...

Byers: You've got a nerve coming here.

Frohike: Miserable son of a bitch.

Morris Fletcher: Told you they wouldn't help.

Doggett: All right everybody just shut up.

Byers: 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.

Morris Fletcher: Which is why I know what happened to her. 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.

Byers: Every word out of his mouth.

Morris Fletcher: Agents I'm telling you, you don't want these three involved. And they don't even have their ridiculous Tinker Toy 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.

Professor Houghton: Knock, please. [He looks up] Oh. My office hours are 3:00 to 5:00, Mondays and Fridays.

Yves: You'll make time for me, Professor. [She pulls out a small, silver gun and fires an aerosol at Professor Houghton]

Langly: Airline Reservation Database. What name do we look under?

Byers: Try her old standby — different anagrams of Lee Harvey Oswald.

Morris Fletcher: Area 51 Exposé — Ooh! Where's your new issue? This one's a year old. [He's rummaging through an old edition of The Lone Gunman]

Frohike: Back off, Skeezix.

Morris Fletcher: You'll never find her that way.

Langly: He's right — no anagrams for Yves Adele Harlow.

Morris Fletcher: So, who's Joey? [Langly is wearing a Joey Lives t-shirt]

Langly: What? Joey Ramone? Leader of the greatest punk rock band in human history? Now shut up. What?

Morris Fletcher: What are you, 34, 35? Why don't you cut your hair and grow up, huh?

Langly: Need I remind you, Fletcher, that Doggett and Reyes aren't here to save you.

Morris Fletcher: Yeah, well, get yourself a real hero, anyway not some dead teenybopper.

Langly: 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 'til his last breath... and he's not dead. Guys like that, they live forever.

Byers: Langly just ignore him.

Morris Fletcher: Look, if we have to work together, let's work together.

Frohike: We don't have to work together.

Morris Fletcher: 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?

Byers: You know her real name?

Morris Fletcher: Lois Runce.

Byers: Lois Runce? Aha.

Morris Fletcher: I'm telling you the truth, boys.

Frohike: Well, if you were, it'd be a first. [A light knocking on the door behind interrupts them]

Byers: Nobody knows about that door. That's our secret door.

Morris Fletcher: Does Lois know about it? Yves?

[The door slowly opens. Frohike raises the golf putter. An exhausted Jimmy Bond appears in the doorway]

Byers: Jimmy?

Jimmy: Guys... [He falls to the floor with a thud]

Langly: Jimmy? How you feeling, man?

Morris Fletcher: Oh, right. The old errand boy. The guy used to intern for you losers, right? I wondered what happened to you.

Jimmy: Why is he here?

Byers: FBI business. It's a long story.

Frohike: Where the hell you been, big guy?

Jimmy: 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. I just had to see you guys. It's about Lois. Lois Runce? That's Yves' real name.

Morris Fletcher: ...I told you so. Hey, wait a minute. You tracked her all over the world? You? Mr Brainpower here is lucky to be alive. Why did you send him? Were you trying to get him killed?

Langly: He sent himself to find Yves. We tried to talk him out of it.

Jimmy: Yeah, and now I almost wish you had.

Byers: Jimmy, what is it? Are you all right?

Jimmy: 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.

Reyes: John Gillnitz? I'm Agent Reyes and this is Agent Doggett. Is this the woman you saw last night? [Doggett holds out a photograph of Yves]

John Gillnitz: It was dark. It could have been her. Do you have her in custody?

Doggett: We're working on it. Sir, what can you tell us about your friend? Have any reason why he may have been targeted?

John Gillnitz: Absolutely none. Douglas was a wonderful teacher and an even better researcher.

Reyes: What did he research?

John Gillnitz: Elasmobranchii — sharks, rays and skates.

Reyes: He was a marine biologist?

John Gillnitz: An immunologist. Sharks have a remarkable immune system. Toxins that would kill nearly any other vertebrate pass right through them.

Doggett: So he did medical research?

John Gillnitz: Douglas wanted to save the world.

Morris Fletcher: [to Jimmy] Cheer up, Gomer. Bringing the whole room down.

Kimmy the Geek: This is a computer, Langly. Com-pu-ter. Step away before you embarrass yourself.

Langly: Always a pleasure, Kimmy.

Kimmy the Geek: Yeah, yeah. So, then, how do you wish to partake of my hacking genius?

Frohike: Thanks to Jimmy, we know Yves real name.

Morris Fletcher: Hey, I told you before he did.

Langly: Jimmy also told us what kind of car she's driving. Silver X5 with New York plates.

Kimmy the Geek: Really? Way to go, Special Ed.

Byers: The New Jersey turnpike has video cameras at every tollbooth. Langly hacked the system and spotted her southbound at Newark.

Kimmy the Geek: Somewhat creative.

Langly: We spotted her again going through the Fort McHenry Tunnel. She passed through not 20 minutes ago.

Byers: We're betting she's headed for DC. We're going to try to intercept her with your help.

Frohike: Think you might find a military satellite you could piggyback — give us a bird's-eye view of the beltway?

Kimmy the Geek: Intriguing. Stand aside, ladies.

Frohike: We'll be on the cell. [He joins the others at the door]

Morris Fletcher: I got shotgun.

Langly: Dream on. You're staying here.

[Byers pulls Jimmy aside]

Byers: We need somebody we can trust keeping an eye on Fletcher.

Jimmy: I'm on it. [Byers leaves with Frohike and Langly]

Morris Fletcher: So, how'd you like Malta?

Medical Examiner: 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 post-mortem. [The body of Professor Houghton is on the examining table, there is a gapping hole in the middle of his chest filled with bright pink viscous fluid]

Doggett: What is that?

Medical Examiner: That's what I said. My best guess is bioluminescence but then I'm still waiting to hear back from our lab.

Reyes: Bioluminescence, as in the stuff that makes lightning bugs glow?

Medical Examiner: Lightning bugs, plankton, jellyfish, but generally not dead college professors.

Doggett: So, what? This stuff was put on post-mortem?

Medical Examiner: No, as near as I can tell, it bled out of him. Hey, 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. [He holds up a canister containing a large piece of bloodied cartilage]

Reyes: Looks like cartilage.

Medical Examiner: It is. It was living tissue grafted into him. I have absolutely no idea why.

Doggett: I think it held something. Something that's now missing. Could that be the purpose of this wound? A little ad hoc surgery?

Reyes: Maybe that was the very purpose of the murder. Whatever was inside him, she removed it.

Doggett: What the hell was inside him?

Morris Fletcher: I have no clue. Seriously, this is the first I'm hearing of it. Weird organs? I don't know what to tell you.

Reyes: You've never heard of the man — Professor Douglas Houghton?

Morris Fletcher: You're looking at me oddly.

Doggett: Perhaps because you've been known to lie on occasion.

Morris Fletcher: Yeah, well, I'm not lying now. I've said from the start I didn't know what she was up to.

Kimmy the Geek: Damn it! Crashed again! I cannot make magic with substandard equipment.

Doggett: What's the problem?

Kimmy the Geek: The problem is it's a freaking piece of junk. I knew those guys were broke but this is pathetic.

Reyes: The guys are broke?

Kimmy the Geek: Are you kidding? Look around this dump. They had to hock all their stuff just to pay the rent.

Morris Fletcher: What about this? [He holds up an old issue of The Lone Gunman]

Kimmy the Geek: Oh, their paper? Deader than disco. They haven't published in months.

Morris Fletcher: So saving the world doesn't pay the bills. There's a hot news flash for you, huh? The chumps.

Jimmy: They were getting by all right 'til you put 'em out of business.

Morris Fletcher: Oh, and how exactly did I do that?

Jimmy: When you took Yves. They spent every last dime trying to find her. They're loyal to their friends. Hilarious, huh?

Reyes: [answering mobile] Reyes.

Byers: You better get here quick.

Reyes: Where are you?

Byers: The Hotel Farragut. Hurry.

Frohike: She's going to kill that guy.

Byers: Doggett and Reyes are on their way.

Langly: By then it'll be too late.

Jimmy: Lois...? Should I call you that?

Yves: I prefer Yves.

Langly: So, we take it you're not a super soldier.

Yves: Super what?

Byers: Long story. Never mind.

Frohike: Yves, you weren't seriously going to smoke that guy, were you?

Yves: I know you three mean well, but I can't begin to tell you how badly you've mucked things up.

Doggett: So this guy just up and bolted.

Langly: He hit her and then he took off.

Reyes: Nobody's seen him. The room is registered to one Leonard Southall of Darien, Connecticut.

Yves: It's an alias.

Doggett: It's a stolen ID. The real Leonard Southall died in 1996. You want to tell me who that was?

Yves: His real name — I have no idea.

Doggett: This is your bag, isn't it? [He empties the contents onto the table; a small black mask, latex gloves, scalpel, key card hacking unit and a few other items] It's quite a party you've got planned for him. Respirator... surgical gloves... scalpel. Not to mention this little item here. [He holds up the silver aerosol gun]

Reyes: You were planning to cut him open, Ms Runce, just like you did the professor. Why?

Jimmy: Yves, that can't be true. Tell them it's not.

Yves: It is, Jimmy. Time is running short. Unless you let me finish what I started, innocent people will die.

Doggett: You want to elaborate on that?

Yves: First things first. Who was it that put you on to me?

Morris Fletcher: Okay, guys, so she's not a super soldier. I made an honest mistake. Ow! [Yves rips the Band-Aid off Morris Fletcher's cheek and examines in under the magnifying glass]

Yves: As I suspected — it's a tracking device. I'm sure he meant to activate it once he knew you had me.

Doggett: You been wearing that since Miami. You're been running a scam on us from the start.

Reyes: 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.

Byers: So that you two would in turn hook us.

Frohike: And we'd track down Yves for this slimeball all over again.

Morris Fletcher: Well, what can I tell you. You three always get the job done for me.

Doggett: Who do you work for, Fletcher?

Yves: An international arms dealer — a billionaire and scum of the earth.

Morris Fletcher: And... He's also...

Yves: ...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.

Yves: The man I killed was a terrorist, Jimmy. A zealot whose research was funded by my father for its potential as a weapons system.

Reyes: 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.

Doggett: This man had a living tissue implanted in his chest.

Reyes: Cartilage. Shark cartilage. It contains something which you removed.

Doggett: That was this virus you were talking about.

Yves: I destroyed it, but it was only one of two.

Langly: 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 sniffer dog, any metal detector and no one would ever suspect.

Byers: What triggers this time bomb?

Yves: Programmed cellular death — genetically altered to a high degree of precision. The way the vessel is decaying inside of him is virtually clock-like. It will lose integrity and rupture at 8 o'clock tonight.

Kimmy the Geek: 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.

Frohike: 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.

Doggett: Providing all this is true, how do we track this man down?

Langly: Kimmy, zoom in more. Zoom in.

Kimmy the Geek: Back off, Kibitzer, I'm doing it. This thing is slower than stumpy, my one-legged granny. Where did you get this dinosaur turd?

Langly: Stop bellyaching and work.

Morris Fletcher: Those things will kill you, you know.

Frohike: Yeah, that's why I quit 20 years ago. You want one? [He offers Morris Fletcher a cigarette]

Morris Fletcher: 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.

Frohike: 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.

Byers: 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 the Geek: Hey! It's my hack, Langly. I got him.

Langly: 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 the Geek: Yeah, hauling north like a bat out of hell. New Jersey turnpike 30 miles south of Newark.

Yves: I think I know where he's headed.

Byers: [answering mobile] Lone Gunman Newspaper Group. Byers speaking.

Doggett: Byers? John Doggett.

Byers: Agent Doggett, do you have him?

Doggett: Oh, yeah, we got him. Listen, how much do you trust this Yves Harlow... Lois Runce... whatever name she's telling you?

Byers: Completely. Why?

Doggett: 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.

Byers: [to Yves] They found nothing.

Yves: That doesn't make sense.

Byers: [to Doggett] They're absolutely certain?

Doggett: One hundred percent. Agent Reyes and I are looking like a couple of fools on this one.

Byers: There must be something we missed.

Doggett: All I can tell you is, we got the wrong guy. [He hangs up]

Yves: There must be a second man. I know there is. It's basic terrorism 101.

Langly: Except we don't know his name and we don't know his target.

Jimmy: And we've got one hour to find him.

Yves: All my information pointed to that man, Leonard Southall. He goes by an alias, he travelled to Washington on this very day.

Byers: Clearly, he's involved somehow.

Jimmy: He must be. He made a beeline right back to that biology department where the dead professor worked.

Frohike: Their base of operation.

Langly: Yeah. So if Southall is involved and yet he doesn't have the virus inside of him...

Yves: So how exactly does he fit into their plan?

Morris Fletcher: Three-card Monte. You ever played it? You have now.

Frohike: What's that supposed to mean?

Morris Fletcher: It means these guys have you running after the ace when you should be chasing the queen.

Yves: Oh, my god. Southall is the decoy. That's all he is.

Morris Fletcher: They knew that you were hot on their trail so they gave you someone else to follow.

Jimmy: I thought you didn't know anything about terrorists.

Morris Fletcher: 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.

Frohike: A friend of the dead professor? A co-worker maybe.

Yves: The man who saw me through the professor's window. The one who identified me.

Big Security Guard: Sorry, conference attendees only.

Byers: We're reporters.

Big Security Guard: What newspaper you work for?

Byers: The Lone Gunman.

Big Security Guard: Never heard of it.

Langly: We're legit, man.

Frohike: Come on. Come on. Passes... Show him your press pass.

Yves: Sir, it's desperately important that we get in there.

Jimmy: Yeah, Buddy, come on.

Big Security Guard: These expired last December.

Yves: We've got five minutes.

Byers: [to Big Security Guard] We believe there's a dangerous man in that room.

Guard: Folks, I need all of you to step away right now.

Langly: Look, thousands of people may die.

Guard: [on radio] Mike, I got a situation over by the main conference room.

Jimmy: John Gillnitz! JOHN GILLNITZ! [John Gillnitz sees the commotion at the doorway and heads for the nearest exit at the front of the room]

Big Security Guard: [to Jimmy] Step back, Sir. [Langly spots John Gillnitz and slips past the guard to chase after him. The guard notices and reaches for his sidearm]

Jimmy: [to Big Security Guard] I'm really sorry. [He headbutts the guard and the Gunmen follow Langly]

Byers: Where'd he go?

Yves: Split up. Four minutes left. Good luck.

Frohike: Hey, wait! What do we do with this guy once we find him?

Yves: Hold him 'til I get there. I'll do the rest.

Langly: You mean cut him open?

Yves: If that virus gets into the air stream, we'll have failed. People will die. Whatever it takes.

Byers: Three minutes and counting. [They follow a pounding sound and find John Gillnitz trying to force open a locked exit door] Don't try to run.

John Gillnitz: I don't have to.

Langly: Yves, Jimmy, we found him!

Frohike: Over here!

John Gillnitz: What do you plan to do? By my watch, it's two minutes to 8:00. Not much time for surgery.

Byers: Yves! Jimmy!

John Gillnitz: Now you have a minute forty.

Frohike: Guys. [He indicates the fire alarm]

Byers: Whatever it takes. [Langly nods]

[Frohike pulls the fire alarm handle. The alarm sounds and fire doors automatically close off the four men; cordoning them into a small airtight pocket effectively sealing them off from everything else]

Jimmy: Byers! Frohike! Langly! [He can see the Gunmen through a window] Yves, come here. Guys! Guys!

[John Gillnitz is on the floor having a seizure. His body spasms uncontrollably and pink glowing liquid drips from his mouth and his chest]

Jimmy: Oh, god. No. [He tries to lift up the heavy sealed door to free his friends]

Byers: Don't, Jimmy.

Yves: Jimmy, don't. It's airtight. They're already exposed.

Jimmy: No, guys. [He places his hand against the glass. Byers puts his hand against it on his side... Langly places his hand over Byers... Frohike places his hand over Langly's]

Frohike: Buddy, fight the good fight.

Langly: Both of you.

Byers: Never give up.

Kimmy the Geek: Vaya con dios, amigos. [He touches each of the coffins and leaves]

Doggett: Arlington. You must've pulled some big strings to get those guys in here.

Skinner: It's the least I could do.

Reyes: Are we ready?

Doggett: Yeah.

Skinner: Dana...

Scully: I'll catch up. [Skinner leaves with Doggett and Reyes] They meant so much to me. I'm not sure if they ever really knew.

Jimmy: Nobody knew... what heroes they were.

Yves: It's not right. It's not.

Morris Fletcher: 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.

Scully: It 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.