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[after shooting the driver in the head
] Well-Manicured Man
: Get out of the car. Special Agent Fox Mulder
: [expecting to be next
] Why? The upholstery is already ruined.
Special Agent Fox Mulder
: [looking at a vile of serum with a syringe and a note with map coordinates
] What is it? Well-Manicured Man
: A weak vaccine against the virus Agent Scully has been infected with. It must be administrated within 96 hours. That leaves you little time to reach those coordinates. Special Agent Fox Mulder
: You're lying. Well-Manicured Man
: No. Though I have no means to prove otherwise. The virus is extraterrestrial. We know very little about it except that it was the original inhabitant of this planet Special Agent Fox Mulder
: A virus. Well-Manicured Man
: What is a virus but a colonizing force that cannot be defeated, living in a cave underground until it mutates and attacks. Special Agent Fox Mulder
: This is what you've been conspiring to conceal? A disease? Well-Manicured Man
: No, for God's sake. You've got it all backwards! AIDS, the Ebola virus, on an evolutionary scale they are newborns. This virus walked the planet long before the dinosaurs. Special Agent Fox Mulder
: What do you mean "walked"? Well-Manicured Man
: Your aliens, Agent Mulder, your little green men, arrived here millions of years ago. Those that didn't leave have been lying dormant underground since the last ice age in the form of an evolved pathogen waiting to be reconstituted by the alien race when it comes to colonize the planet using us as hosts. Against this we have no defense. Nothing but a weak vaccine.
: Trust no one, Mr. Mulder.
: Survival is the ultimate ideology.
: You have precious little time. What I've given you, the alien colonists don't yet know exists. The vaccine you hold is the only defense against the virus. It's introduction into an alien environment may have the power to destroy the delicate plans we have so assiduously protected for the last 50 years. Special Agent Fox Mulder
: What do you mean "may have"? Well-Manicured Man
: Find Agent Scully. Only then you will realize the scope and grandeur of the project. Go. Go now!
: What kind of business are you in? Well Manicured Man
: We predict the future. And the best way to predict it, is to invent it.
: Who are you? Well Manicured Man
: I'm a member of a kind of consortium. We represent certain global interests. Scully
: What kind of interests? Well Manicured Man
: Interests that would be severely threatened if the contents of the digital tape you are all pursuing were to come to light. Scully
: Threatened enough to murder? Well Manicured Man
: Oh my, yes.
: You're not protecting me, you're protecting yourself. Well Manicured Man
: Why should that surprise you? Motives are rarely unselfish.
Well Manicured Man
: Mr. Mulder... ANYONE can be gotten to. Certainly you've no doubt of that!
Well Manicured Man
: Who gave you this number? Mulder
: You probably know him. A man named Krycek. Well Manicured Man
: Alex Krycek? Mulder
: Yeah, nice guy, killed my father.
: Well, look who's answering the bat-phone. The Well-Manicured Man
: Alex Krycek. Alex Krycek
: Those guys too cheap to offer you a pension plan? The Well-Manicured Man
: Where are you? Alex Krycek
: I'm in town, actually. New York City. The Well-Manicured Man
: Just tell us what you want. Alex Krycek
: You've been working on a vaccine, against the Black Oil. The Well-Manicured Man
: Unsuccessfully, you know? Alex Krycek
: Yeah, well. I figured you and your buddies must have been busy while I've been gone. The Well-Manicured Man
: Our research continues. Alex Krycek
: I'll take everything you've got. The Well-Manicured Man
: In exchange for... Alex Krycek
: The boy. The Well-Manicured Man
: Why is that in our interest? Alex Krycek
: Because, without what he knows, you're ain't gonna need any vaccine. The Well-Manicured Man
: And what does he know? Alex Krycek
: That's my opening offer. The longer you wait, the skinnier this kid gets.
The Cigarette Smoking Man
: [on the killing of Scully's sister
] This was a mistake. It will be rectified. Well Manicured Man
: By whom? By whom will this be rectified? Your ridiculously ineffectual assassins? The Cigarette Smoking Man
: These men are professionals. Well Manicured Man
: This is not a profession for men who make mistakes. My God; you presume to make us believe that you can simply fix it with enough bullets? The Cigarette Smoking Man