Episode: The Sixth Extinction II: Amor Fati Episode Number: 7x02 Tagline: Amor Fati
Working Title: The Syndicate Title Translation: Love of Fate
Dr. Harriman: We've exhausted all medical and scientific evidence. By
that I mean nothing we can find -- no disease, no hint of disease, only
symptoms. The brute fact is he's experiencing so much activity in his
temporal lobe that it is effectively destroying his brain.
Mrs. Mulder: I love you, my darling boy. ---
I know you can hear me.
Your account is squared -- with me, with God, with the IRS, with the
FBI. Rise out of your bed and come with me.
CSM: Only part of you is dying. The part that played the hero. You've suffered enough - for the X-Files, for your partner, for the world. You're not Christ. You're not Prince Hamlet. You're not even Ralph Nader. You can walk out of this hospital and the world will forget you. ---
Kritschgau: Sleep is a luxury, Agent Scully. A self-indulgence we have
no time for. Nor does Agent Mulder.
Scully: Well, whatever it is, it's killing him. And we have to get it
out of him.
CSM: At some point I realized that if the Syndicate didn't kill you
the FBI would. If the FBI didn't kill you your own misguided heroism
would. There's really no way out for you. There's no way for you to
cheat death except by disappearing.
CSM: How do you feel?
CSM: Can I offer you a cigarette?
Albert Hosteen: I was hoping to see your partner.
CSM: You can drive away right now. Drive back to Scully and your X-Files and imminent death and I wouldn't be surprised if you did but I think you should take a look around. I mean, why leave something behind until you . . . until you know what it is you're leaving? ---
Deep Throat: They can change your name but they can't change the things
Deep Throat: One, uh, well-placed bullet . . . A punctuation mark in a man's life and you get to start a whole new chapter. I'm fine, son. Aside from a little tennis elbow. ---
Throat: You can let that go. Clearly, I'm alive.
Scully: It's all here, sir-- a foretelling of mass extinction; a myth about a man who can save us from it. That's why they took Mulder. They think that his illness is a gift-- protection against the coming plague. ---
Mulder: No. I'm serious. I have commitments-- to the X-Files, to Scully, to my sister . . . ---
Fowley: Do you think he dreams?
Bum a cigarette, Agent Fowley?
Scully: Where's Mulder?
CSM: The fact remains, he's become our savior. He's immune to the coming
viral apocalypse. He's the hero here.
Scully: Why do you come to me like this? Why? When I can't find him.
Albert Hosteen: There are more worlds than the one you can hold in your hand. ---
Very Old Mulder: Scully's dead?
Mulder: We're the last, you and I.
Scully: You're not supposed to die, Mulder-- not here.
Scully: No, Mulder, you must get up. You must get up and fight . . . especially you. This isn't your place. Get up, Mulder. Get up and fight the fight. ---
Scully: I don't know what to believe anymore. Mulder, I was so determined
to find a cure to save you that I could deny what it was that I saw
and now I don't even know . . . I don't know . . . I don't know what
the truth is . . . I don't know who to listen to. I don't know who to
trust. Diana Fowley was found murdered this morning. I never trusted
her . . . but she helped save your life just as much as I did. She gave
me that book. It was her key that led me to you. I'm sorry . . . I'm
so sorry. I know she was your friend.