Outpost 134. Two miles to go.

So, Mulder, this supposed clandestine source who's contacted you.

How do we know that he's not just another crackpot,

whose encyclopaedic knowledge of extra-terrestrial life

isn't derived exclusively from reruns of Star Trek?

[He chuckles]

Because of where this particular crackpot works -

Groom Lake, Area 51,

- where the military has conducted... - For the past 50 years,

classified experiments involving extra-terrestrial technology.

It's all our questions, the proof that we've suspected,

but never been able to hold in our hands.

That... That proof is here.

Mulder, it's the dim hope of finding that proof that's kept us in this car...

or one very much like it for more nights than I care to remember.

Driving hundreds, if not thousands, of miles...

through neighbourhoods and cities and towns,

where people are raising families and buying homes

and playing with their kids and their dogs, and,

in short, living their lives,

while we, we... we just keep driving.

What is your point?

Don't you ever just want to stop?

Get out of the damn car?

Settle down and live something approaching a normal life?

This IS a normal life.

I go out, I work my butt off to make a living.

All I want is to come home to a nice, clean house

with a nice, fat steak on the table, but instead I get this.

It looks like poison.

Don't you take that away! I'm eating that, damn it!

It is poison, isn't it?

I swear to God, I would not be surprised if it was,

the way you skulk around here like a dog who been hit too much

or ain't been hit enough, I can't make up my mind.

The only thing that pulls its weight around here is my goddamn truck.

Figures.

What the heck is it?

Get your big butt back in the house.

ALIEN: Place projectile weapon on the ground.

You can have my gun

when you pry it from my cold, dead fingers.

Your proposal is acceptable.

[ALIEN SCREECHES]

[MULDER SCREAMS]

[FLESH TEARS]

[ALIEN SNARLS]

[NECK CRACKS]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACH]

[HE GRUNTS]

- What on Earth was that? - Sugar.

I've never seen sugar do that.

Give me sugar.

In water.

More.

More!

[HE GRUNTS]

[HE SIGHS]

Your skin is hanging off your bones.

Oh, yeah.

There. Is that better?

[Portentous orchestral music]

[MULDER GRUNTS]

[COW MOOS]

[Music - 'MIB Main Theme' by Danny Elfman]

Captions by Matchbox Cinesub