The X-Files Season 7 Episode 1

Michael Kritschgau: We developed this to test remote-viewing capabilities. It works much like a card trick. You tap the monitor where the saucer image appears when it appears or when you think it does. Okay?
Mulder: Who you going to call? (They start the test and Mulder begins tapping the monitors in succession. Only a few times does he hit the correct monitor when the flying saucer appears) Now. Now. Now. Now. Now. Now. Now. Now.
Michael Kritschgau: All right, Agent Mulder, fine. You're at about five percent accuracy.
Skinner: I'm assuming that's low.
Michael Kritschgau: Yeah. At the CIA a high degree of ability was 20%. 25% was extraordinary.
Mulder: But I see them in my head.
Skinner: You saw his ability earlier. It was you who pointed it out.
Michael Kritschgau: Well, our tests showed that some people have psychic abilities, sure. I mean, ESP, clairvoyance, remote viewing, but it was never attributed to aliens.
Mulder: You don't want to believe. You're not looking hard enough.

Scully: (voiceover) The work here is painstaking - a slow and tedious piecing together. It appears to be a craft, its skin covered in the intricate symbols you and I both saw, but which I now understand are part of a complex communication. Dr. Barnes has broken some of the symbols into letters using an ancient Navajo alphabet and, though it has helped to uncover some of what's here, it has also made for greater confusion. On the top surface of the craft I'm finding words describing human genetics. (On graph paper she translates the names of the four basic nucleotides - Cytosine, Guanine, Adenine, Thymine) Efforts to read the bottom of the craft have been harder. Our workers were scared away by phenomena I admit I can't explain - a sea of blood, a swarm of insects. But what little we have found has been staggering - passages from the Christian Bible, from pagan religions, from Ancient Sumeria... science and mysticism conjoined. But more than words, they are somehow imbued with power. I've ignored warnings to quit this work, remaining committed to finding answers, afraid only that our secret here won't last and that I might be too late.

Michael Kritschgau: Can he even recognize me?
Skinner: To be honest, I don't know.
Skinner: Agent Mulder? (The monitor registers some brain activity, but there is no physical response)
Skinner: His brain is on constant redline. They've got him on Haloperidol just to keep him on the monitors.
Michael Kritschgau: Haloperidol?
Skinner: He becomes violently agitated. He just won't speak or sleep even when he's medicated. There's activity in parts of his brain they've never seen before.
Michael Kritschgau: Was his... (He stops speaking as the monitor registers more activity)
Skinner: Was his what?
Michael Kritschgau: I started to ask you a question about his prior mental state but he anticipated it. Second time. Agent Mulder? (The monitor registers activity again)
Skinner: He claimed to be hearing voices.
Michael Kritschgau: I might know why Agent Mulder asked for me. Doesn't mean I can do anything for him.
Skinner: What just happened?
Michael Kritschgau: I think he responded to a question that... I didn't ask.

Scully: What is it? (The African driver speaks to her in his native language) Look, I'm sorry. I don't speak your language.
Dr. Barnes: Perhaps you need an interpreter.
Scully: Stay away from me! (She raises her machete defensively)
Dr. Barnes: Are you going to hack me up in front of my driver? Word is you're under suspicion already.
Scully: You're the murderer here.
Dr. Ngebe: Murderer of who?
Scully: Dr. Merkmallen.
Dr. Barnes: I murdered no one, but I won't be sent away from here. I know what we've got. This craft that's come ashore? Its extraterrestrial origins?
Scully: You don't even believe in that.
Dr. Barnes: Nor do you. But here we are.
Scully: I'm here only to help my partner.
Dr. Barnes: Then let me help you to read it. I've spent my life looking for what's out there the answer to what theologians have pondered for millennia the key to everything to life itself. I've already been threatened by men in Washington about what I know. How long would your secret keep if you were to send me away? (Dr. Barnes' driver calls to them, beckoning them to the shore)
Scully: What is it?
Dr. Ngebe: It is a sea of blood.

Dr. Harriman: He's been quiet for the last 36 hours, but he doesn't sleep. There's activity in the temporal lobe we've just never seen. It won't allow his brain to rest or shut down, manifesting in episodes of aggression... sometimes against himself.
Skinner: You can't sedate him?
Dr Harriman: Yes. We slow him down for short periods and put him in the neuro ward. It's the only way we're able to run tests. But over time... his brain is going to just die.

Scully: I've stayed on now in spite of myself. In spite of everything I've never held to be true. I will continue here as long as I can. As long as you're beset by the haunting illness which I saw consume your beautiful mind.