Mulder wakes up in a strange motel room covered in blood, disoriented and apprehensive. Scully is convinced he has suffered some kind of stroke. Mulder, however, is more disturbed by his loss of memory and the fact that his gun has been fired. Backtracking his own movements, Mulder finds himself entangled in a double murder, involving alien abductees and a dangerous memory-recovery experiment.
His investigation can go forward only by going backward into a past Mulder does not remember. Suddenly he is besieged with images and sounds that act out his worst nightmares--that his parents voluntarily gave away his sister, or at least complied with her abduction, and that Mulder's own nemesis, the Cigarette-Smoking Man, is as close to him as his own father. While some of this episode was strained (Scully simply tells Mulder the police have put together evidence that will clear him--I'd have liked a little elaboration on that) and relied too much on coincidence (Scully just happens to be in the stationhouse when a cop--another abductee--commits suicide), the inherent suspense and the emotional weight of the tale take us past these minor problems. All the important elements are here--Mulder's memory, Samantha's abduction, the murky role of Bill Mulder and the Cigarette-Smoking Man, and best of all, the trust and loyalty between Mulder and Scully. Mulder is losing it all in this story--his career, his mind, his future and the core of his beliefs, but Scully is there like a rock for him.
Gillian Anderson brings us the best of Dana Scully once again--cool of head and warm of heart. Her allegiance to Mulder is, of course, a classic female-character trait in television. But it is her relentlessly logical pursuit of the evidence that places her apart from every other supportive-female stereotype of the genre. Increasingly, it is this well-rounded, deep characterization of a rational career woman that marks "The X-Files" apart in television. Mulder is driven by passions we cannot share (I hope), but Scully is us--an ordinary, intelligent, caring human being whose belief in her partner is fueled not by sentiment or loyalty but by a fundamental understanding of his soul. If Chris Carter and Gillian Anderson are remembered for anything, I hope it is for the creation of this strong female character. There is no one like her on television.
This episode, which brought us inside the pain and anguish of Fox Mulder, and inside the desperate faithfulness of Dana Scully, could easily have been the last episode of this season. That last image, with the broken Mulder allowing the barest touch of comfort from Scully, should have lasted us until next season. It was a powerful and effective episode.