X档案第一季第十二集 恶魔烈火 FIRESCENE 1 BOSHAM, ENGLAND 70 MILES SOUTHWEST OF LONDON (A man goes out of his house, holding hands with his young wife as gardeners shuffle around) MAN: Hmm, yes. (He kisses her.) Love you. (He walks down the walkway with his cane, looking at the various gardeners.) Hello. GARDENER: Good morning, sir. MAN: Good morning. (He goes over to a man, Cecil LIvely, trimming the flower bushes.) Good morning, Cecil. LIVELY: Top of the morning to you (The man walks to his car. The chauffeur opens the door and the man turns and waves goodbye. Cecil watches intently.) Eh, thank you. Goodbye, darling. WOMAN: Goodbye, Charles. When can I expect you? MAN: Before supper. (He looks at his arm. It is on fire. The woman gasps as he begins spinning around, screaming. The men start running towards him, all except Cecil. The man is completely engulfed in flames now, and he spins around before falling, screaming horrifically. The men scream various commands to each other as they run over to try to put out the fire. Cecil watches the fire dance, a smile on his face.) - -SCENE 2 WASHINGTON, D.C. (Mulder and Scully walk to their car. Mulder is carrying a stack of books.) SCULLY: I forgot what it was like to spend a day in court. MULDER: Well, thats one of the luxuries of hunting down aliens and genetic mutants. You rarely get to press charges. (He puts the books on the top of the car and reaches into his pocket to take out the keys. Scully laughs and opens the door.) SCULLY: Its open. MULDER: What? SCULLY: Its unlocked. MULDER: Thats weird. Im sure I locked it. SCULLY: Must be an X-File. (She gets in the car. He smiles, takes the books and gets in the car.) Whats that? (Mulder looks to see a cassette sitting on the dashboard.) MULDER: I told you I locked the door. (He takes the tape out of its case and looks at it.) SCULLY: What do you think it is? MULDER: Ten-to-one, you cant dance to it. (He puts the tape in and it plays. A woman with a British accent speaks.) WOMAN: Greetings, Agent Mulder. Six months ago, British Minister of Parliament Reggie Ellicott received an audio cassette much like the one you are listening to now. (Mulder recognizes the voice and starts looking around.) Unfortunately for Mr. Ellicott, when he popped the tape into the car stereo, he armed a device, which, when he tried to exit the car, created an explosion that was heard five miles away. The Scotland Yard Forensic Team could only identify the poor bastard by his dental records. If only he hadnt reached for the door handle and triggered the detonator. But then how was he to know he was sitting on enough plastique explosive to lift the car forty feet in the air and deposit the engine block on top of a three-story building? (The door opens and Scully gasps. A woman, Phoebe Green, looks in. She was the woman on the tape.) GREEN: Arent we looking rather ghostly? MULDER: (to Scully) Its an old friend. (He gets out of the car.) GREEN: Arent you going to thank me? MULDER: For what? GREEN: Saving your life. One tends not to make the same mistake twice. MULDER: Ill try to remember that. GREEN: Oh, come on, dont tell me you left your sense of humor in Oxford ten years ago? MULDER: No, actually. Its one of the few things you didnt drive a stake through. (Scully gets out of the car and looks at them. Green kisses Mulder. Scully seems uncomfortable with that.) GREEN: You know, some mistakes are quite worth making twice. MULDER: Dana Scully, this is Phoebe Green, terror of Scotland Yard. GREEN: Hello. SCULLY: Hello. GREEN (whispering): She hates me. MULDER: What brings you to the colonies? -SCENE 3 X-FILES OFFICE FBI HEADQUARTERS (Mulder is sitting down and looking at pictures of severely charred men. Phoebe is sitting across from him, Scully is standing.) GREEN: Some clever bloke has been giving the aristocracy a good scare. Killed off a ranking member of Parliament or three for good measure. Set Windsor Castle ablaze in 1992. MULDER: Your car bomber? GREEN: No. This one likes to burn his victims alive. Cant figure out how he does it either. Not a crumb of evidence left at the crime scene. The last one died in his front garden, his poor young wife watching helplessly as he went up in smoke. MULDER: The Irish Republican Army? GREEN: Our suspect likes to send love letters to his victims wives. (She stands up.) Sent one to the wife of Sir Malcolm Marsden a month ago. Three days later, he narrowly escaped