written by Chris Carter & Frank Spotnitz
MULDER: They said the birds refused to sing and the thermometer fell suddenly as if God Himself had His breath stolen away. No one there dared speak aloud, as much in shame as in sorrow. They uncovered the bodies one by one. The eyes of the dead were closed as if waiting for permission to open them. Were they still dreaming of ice cream and monkey bars? Of birthday cake and no future but the afternoon? Or had their innocence been taken along with their lives buried in the cold earth so long ago? These fates seemed too cruel, even for God to allow. Or are the tragic young born again when the world's not looking? I want to believe so badly; in a truth beyond our own hidden and obscured from all but the most sensitive eyes...
In the endless procession of souls... in what cannot and will not be destroyed. I want to believe we are unaware of God's eternal recompense and sadness. That we cannot see His truth. That that which is born still lives and cannot be buried in the cold earth. But only waits to be born again at God's behest... where in ancient starlight we lay in repose.
SCULLY: I don't know if you know this but there was a special treasury department investigation into Samantha's disappearance.
MULDER: In 1973. I know all about that.
SCULLY: Well, I'm in your mother's house and I found a piece of a document that she burned-- a document that matches one that I found in the treasury investigation file. But she had the original, Mulder.
MULDER: I don't see where you're going with this, Scully.
SCULLY: This is the document that effectively calls off the search for your sister, Mulder. And it's signed with the initials "C.G.B.S." C.G.B. Spender. The smoking man. He was involved with this back in '73.
MULDER: Well, that's not exactly a revelation, Scully. He was a friend of my father's.
SCULLY: Mulder, you told me you believe that he's the man that killed your father. That he's the man who's done nothing but confound your work. Who's come close to killing you and here he's ordering people to stop looking for your sister.
MULDER: I don't see what you think this proves or how you think it's gonna help me find her now.
SCULLY: You're sick.
CIGARETTE SMOKING MAN: I had an operation.
SCULLY: What do you want?
CIGARETTE SMOKING MAN: I want you to stop looking.
SCULLY: You've wanted that since 1973... when you ordered an end to the search for Agent Mulder's sister. Your initials are on that document.
CIGARETTE SMOKING MAN: Yes, I signed that order because I knew then what I know now: No one's gonna find her.
SCULLY: Why not?
CIGARETTE SMOKING MAN: Because I believe she's dead. No reason to believe otherwise.
SCULLY: You're a liar. If you knew that she was dead why didn't you say something earlier? Why now?
CIGARETTE SMOKING MAN: There was so much to protect before. It's all gone now.
SCULLY: So you just let Mulder believe that she was alive for all these years.
CIGARETTE SMOKING MAN: Out of kindness, Agent Scully. Allow him his ignorance. It's what gives him hope.
SCULLY: When did you come up with this story, Mulder? Because yesterday, when I spoke to you, you said that the smoking man wasn't involved.
MULDER: Well, it turns out you were right, Scully. He had every reason to call off the hunt for my sister. After her abduction, she was returned to him and he raised her at the military base along with his son, Jeffrey Spender.
SCULLY: Mulder ...
MULDER: Scully, I saw her name in the cement. Her handprints, right next to his.
SCULLY: Mulder, I spoke to him. The smoking man, C.G.B. Spender, whatever his name is...
MULDER: You went to him?
SCULLY: He told me that she was dead.
MULDER: Oh, well... he's a liar.
SCULLY: Mulder, why would he lie now? I mean, think about it. It hurts me to tell you this.
MULDER: The handprints prove he's a liar! I saw her handprints in the cement. Her name, Samantha, right underneath them. How more obvious can it be? Harold Piller led me there. He led me right to them.
SCULLY: Oh, he led you, Mulder. He led you from the moment that he met you.
HAROLD PILLER: We're gonna need to hold hands.
SCULLY: What do you mean?
HAROLD PILLER: I'm going to try and summon their presence into the house.
SCULLY: Oh, yay. A seance. I haven't done that since high school.
MULDER: Maybe afterwards we can play postman and spin the bottle.
MULDER: You know, I never stop to think... that the light is billions of years old by the time we see it. From the beginning of time right past us into the future. Nothing is ancient in the universe. But, maybe they are souls, Scully. Traveling through time as starlight, looking for homes.
SCULLY: Mulder, where did you go?
MULDER: End of the road.
MULDER: I'm free.