Episode: Closure Episode Number: 7x11 Tagline: Believe to Understand
Working Title: Sein Und Zeit: Aliatope
Mulder: (voiceover) 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: Mulder, I know you wanted to find her out there.
Older Agent: Word of advice, me to you: Let it be. You know, there's
some wounds that are just too painful ever to be reopened.
CSM: Got it all figured out, don't you, Agent Scully?
You were institutionalized, diagnosed with schizophrenia.
Harold: We're going to need to hold hands.
Mulder: (reading from Samantha's writings) "They did more tests today,
but not the horrible kind. I was awake and they made me lay still .
. . while they shined lights in my eyes. They asked me questions, but
I always lie now and tell them what they want to hear, just to make
them stop. I hate them and I hate the way they treat me . . . like I'm
an old suitcase they can just drag around and open up whenever they
want to. They know I hate them, but they don't even care."
Mulder: (reading from Samantha's writings) "Sometimes I think my memories were taken by the doctors but not all of them. I remember faces. I think I had a brother... with brown hair, who used to tease me. I hope someday he reads this and knows I wish I could see his face for real." ---
(Looking up at the stars) Mulder: You know, we 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. Maybe they are souls, Scully. Traveling through time as starlight looking for homes. I wonder what my mother saw. And I wonder what she was trying to tell me. ---
Mulder: I have this . . . powerful feeling and I can't explain it, but that . . . this is the end of the road. That I've been brought here to learn the truth. ---
Mulder returns from the woods): Mulder, where did you go?
Mulder, what happened? Are you sure you're all right?