SCENE 1 US NAVAL STATION
SAN DIEGO, CA
BILL SCULLY'S HOUSE
(A hand reaches to a manger scene and adjusts the baby Jesus. The hand pulls back and caresses her baby in her body. It is Bill's wife, Tara, very pregnant. She takes a Christmas card from a table and puts it on another table. We hear Scully in the distance.)
SCULLY: Hello? Merry Christmas!
TARA: Hello! (She smiles and goes to greet Scully and Mrs. Scully at the door.)
MARGARET: Oh, my God. Look at you. (She hugs Tara)
TARA: Can you believe it?
MARGARET: How am I going to get my arms around you? (Bill is behind Scully with suitcases. Mrs. Scully walks into the living room.)
SCULLY: You're huge. (They hug.)
TARA: Oh, I know. Welcome. Welcome. (Kisses Bill.) Oh, hi, Sweetie.
BILL: Let's get you two settled. Sorry about the digs, Mom. I know you hoped like hell you didn't have to spend another night in base housing. (Scully walks into the living room.)
MARGARET: Are you kidding? This is wonderful.
SCULLY: This is the exact same layout as our old house.
BILL: That's the Navy for ya.
TARA: Yeah. Bill tells me, Mom, that you'll be staying in your old room. And the nursery is going to be in Dana and Melissa's room.
BILL: That's right. (He struggles with the suitcases up the stairs.)
TARA: I got it. Bill! (She takes a suitcase from him)
BILL: Thanks. (He goes upstairs. Tara behind him. Margaret looks at the tree. Scully joins her.
SCULLY: Mom? You okay?
MARGARET: oh, yeah. I was just thinking about your Dad... and Melissa... and how much I miss them. (She walks past Scully to the stairs. Scully is about to follow her when the phone rings. She looks upstairs.)
SCULLY: Bill? (No answer, the phone rings again. She answers it.) Scully residence...
WOMAN: Dana? (Pause, it sounds like Melissa)
SCULLY: Yes, sorry, who is this?
WOMAN: Dana... she needs your help. She needs you, Dana. Go to her.
SCULLY: Who... who is this? (She hangs up. Dana hangs up and calls a number.)
MAN ON PHONE: FBI, San Diego.
SCULLY: This is Special Agent, Dana Scully. My badge number is 2317616. Can you transfer me to your sound agent, please? I would like to trace the last number that was dialed into this phone.
SIM'S HOUSE (They have a pleasant home. There are people mingling and an ambulance parked outside. Bill and Dana drive up. Scully shows her badge to a cop and walks into the house. A photographer is taking pictures of a phone off the hook. Scully walks upstairs. She walks past the photographer to the bathroom where there are policemen)
KRESGE: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who are you?
SCULLY: Scully, FBI. Can you tell me what's going on here?
KRESGE: Well, no offense, Scully, FBI, but what's it to you?
SCULLY: I received a phone call from this address. It was a woman's voice. She said that somebody here needed help.
KRESGE: When was this?
SCULLY: About 20 minutes ago.
KRESGE: I've been here 30 minutes. Guarantee you no one's called out to you or anyone else. Phone's off the hook. (Scully is confused. She looks to the bathroom.)
SCULLY: Please, can you tell me what happened here?
(Kresge brings her into the bathroom. A photographer is taking pictures of the crime scene. Kresge allows Scully to pass to the body. A woman in a bathtub. Wrists slashed, blood pooled on the floor and in the tub)
KRESGE: This is Mrs. Roberta Sim. Age 40. Suicide. She's been dead at least three hours. If you got a call from her, she must have dialed 1-800-the great beyond.
OUTSIDE (Scully leaves the house. There is still a lot of activity. Scully walks to Bill on the porch.)
BILL: Dana, what's going on? They're joking that you got a call from a dead woman.
SCULLY: I thought it was a dead woman, just not the one in there.
BILL: What are you talking about?
SCULLY: I know it's not possible, Bill, but it sounded just like her.
SCULLY: Our sister... Melissa.
INSIDE HOUSE (A latexed gloved hand puts the phone back on its cradle and walks by Scully, who walks further into the house. There is a man holding a little girl in the kitchen. Scully stops and looks at them. Kresge come up to her.)
KRESGE: I don't know what to tell you. Pac Bell confirms that a call came in from this address to your brother's house, but from this end, they show no outgoing call. Plus they confirm that the phone here had been off the hook for the last three hours.
SCULLY: What was their explanation?
KRESGE: Records mix-up, software glitch. It was obviously some kind of mistake. Anyway, I've got to wrap this up. Talk with the husband. Listen, weird phone calls aside, this is looking pretty straightforward. A lot of people check themselves out around Christmas time.
(Kresge goes into the kitchen. Mr. Sim puts the little girl on a stool.)
MR. SIM: Why don't you sit here?
KRESGE (to girl): Hi.
MR. SIM: Can we get some privacy here? (He looks at Scully. Kresge shuts the kitchen door.)
BILL SCULLY'S (The family is sitting having dinner. There is small talk around the table.)
SCULLY: Excuse me. (She gets up and goes to the hallway. She dials the phone.)
MULDER'S APARTMENT (Mulder comes into the apartment as the phone is ringing. He is wearing the most ridiculous hat)
MULDER: Hello? (No answer) Hello? (Scully doesn't say anything.) Hello? (Scully hangs up)
BILL'S HOUSE (Scully comes back to the table and sits down.)
BILL: Everything okay? (He hands her the rolls.)
TARA: Oh! (They all look at her.)
BILL: Is he kicking?
TARA: Oh, he's kicking, kickboxing! Well, you had both boys and girls, so which ones kicked more?
MARGARET: Oh, I had some pretty tough little girls.
TARA: You know what? I can't believe I'm going to say this. As big and fat as I am right now, I can't wait to have more. This is our baby, our son. It kind of gives everything new meaning. I can't help but think that life before now was somehow... less. Just a prelude. (Scully is devastated during this monologue.)
KITCHEN (Scully and her mother are washing dishes.)
MARGARET: What's the matter?
SCULLY: Nothing. Mom, I'm very happy for Bill and Tara.
MARGARET: You don't seem to be.
SCULLY: Oh, Mom. Several months ago, I learned that as a result of my abduction, of what they did to me, that I can not conceive a child. (Margaret is sorry and hugs Dana)
MARGARET: I'm so sorry.
SCULLY: It's okay. I just never realized how much I wanted it until I couldn't have it.
NURSERY (In Dana and Melissa's old room (The layout was like their house growing up) Scully is trying to sleep. She turns over in bed and the camera pans to the door. The door opens and young Dana and young Bill run in.)
YOUNG BILL: Dana, where is it? Where is that rabbit?
YOUNG DANA: I'm not telling.
YOUNG BILL: I'm going to find that rabbit and cook it. I'm going to turn it into stew.
YOUNG DANA: No you're not!
YOUNG BILL: Rabbit stew, here I go.
YOUNG DANA: You're not going to find him! (Young Bill leaves)
BASEMENT (Young Dana creeps down the stairs, through the mess of the unfinished basement, to the corner where she takes out an old lunch box. She opens it. The dead rabbit is inside. Maggots have taken over. Dana's eyes go wide. She slams the lunch box cover and moves away from it. She sees Emily sitting on the stairs. The phone rings.)
NURSERY (Dana wakes up and answers her cell phone.)
WOMAN: She needs your help.
SCULLY: Who is this? Why are you doing this?
WOMAN: Go to her. (Click)
2:54 AM (Scully walks up to the front door and rings the door bell. A light comes on and Mr. Sims opens the door. He's still dressed in a suit and tie.)
SCULLY: Mr. Sim, my name is Dana Scully. I'm sorry for your loss and I'm sorry to disturb you at this hour.
MR. SIM: What do you want?
SCULLY: I received a phone call less than an hour ago. I was addressed by name and told that I needed to help someone... a woman. I traced the call and it came from your house.
MR. SIM: I have no Earthly idea what you're talking about.
SCULLY: This is the second time this has happened, and I'd really like to get to the bottom of it.
SIM: You were here earlier.
SIM: Yes, a detective told me, something about a screw up with the phones. I'm in the middle of a meeting. (Scully looks into the house. There are two suited men in the house.) No one's called you from here. Not earlier today and certainly not tonight. You can imagine how bad a day this has been for my daughter and myself.
SCULLY: I understand.
SIM: Well, if you understand, then you'll stop coming around upsetting me with this... nonsense. Please. (He shuts the door and shuts off the light. Scully goes back to the car and drives off.)
POLICE STATION (Scully is waiting when Kresge comes)
KRESGE: Scully, FBI. What can I do for you at this ungodly hour?
SCULLY: I'd like everything you have on the Roberta Sim case.
KRESGE: The Roberta Sim case? (She nods.) There is no Roberta Sim case. It was a simple suicide. We sort of went through this before, you and I didn't we?
SCULLY: Whatever you call it, I'd appreciate seeing everything that you have. (Pause) In the spirit of the season?
(A box of materials is placed on a desk. Scully goes through it. She looks at a picture of Roberta's slashed wrist. A police report.)
KRESGE: So, what are you looking for? Can you even tell me?
SCULLY: It says here that your precinct visited the Sims before. Two weeks ago. A domestic disturbance call?
KRESGE: We sent a unit cause the neighbors were complaining. They were screaming at each other. It wasn't a happy household. Happy people don't kill themselves. (Scully keeps reading the report)
SCULLY: They ran a tox screen?
KRESGE: Yeah, it's just procedure.
SCULLY: It says they turned up high levels of doritriptan.
KRESGE: Some kind of new migraine medicine. Apparently, you take enough of it, you're wearing a cloud for a hat. I figure she anesthetized herself and then... (makes a slashing sound) We found a bunch of empty sample packets in the bathroom trash. A couple more in her purse. (Scully takes her purse out of the evidence box and goes through it. She sees the packets. She takes out a picture of the little girl, Emily, posing with a birthday cake.)
SCULLY: I'd like to borrow this. (Kresge nods okay.)
BILL SCULLY'S HOUSE (Scully enters the darkened house. She goes to the bookshelves and pulls out two photo album books. She sits on the couch with them and goes through the first. In the photo album are pictures of the Scully siblings as babies. She gets to a photo of Melissa in Nagoya Farmer's Market, Japan - 1966. Scully pauses on the page. She takes the photograph from the evidence box of Emily Sim. Melissa as a little girl and Emily are identical.)
NEXT MORNING (Scully is typing on her laptop. She's on the Internet looking up a Record of Live Births. She types in Sim, Emily and searches. Emily's birth records are sealed.)
SCULLY: She's adopted. (Scully sighs and makes a cell phone call.) Danny, it's me, Dana... Yeah, Merry Christmas to you, too... I, ah, I'm wondering if you can do me a favor... I need the complete case files on my sister, Melissa Scully. Yeah, crime scene and autopsy along with the PCR's that we ran. Right, but I need you to send them to the San Diego field office. As soon as possible. Ok. Thanks, Danny.
(Scully hangs up, takes off her glasses and rubs her eyes. She sets her glasses down. A beam of light reflects on the lenses. The screen turns white and a cross forms. We pan down and we see a little red headed girl holding the hand of a man walking in front of the cross. She walks up the aisle of a church full of people in the pews. There is a casket at the end of the aisle. They walk toward the casket. There is bloody water dripping from the casket onto a ceramic tiled floor like the Sim's floor of their bathroom. They walk closer to the casket. The little girl (Dana) walks up the three steps to the casket and looks inside. It is Roberta Sim. Under water with flower buds floating on the surface. Roberta's eyes open. The little girl jumps back and down the steps. She looks up at the man. It's Mr. Sim.)
MAN'S VOICE: Dana? (Present time, Dana jerks up from her sleep, head on the desk.)
SCULLY: What? (Scully looks behind her and sees Bill)
BILL: This is where you stayed the night?
SCULLY: Some of it. (She closes the cover of the laptop.)
BILL: It's supposed to be a vacation. What are you working on that could be so important?
SCULLY: Just some unfinished business.
BILL: So, are you up to joining us?
SCULLY: I've got a little work to do. Can I join you guys later?
BILL: How are you going to get around?
SCULLY: I'll... I'll rent a car.
BILL: Well, all right. Lunch. We'll hold you to that. (Scully smiles and he leaves. A little later, she does too with her laptop and briefcase.)
POLICE DEPARTMENT (Scully walks among the desks in the busy office. She walks into the Detective's office. He is at his desk. He looks up and sees Scully.)
KRESGE: Agent Scully, it's been... what? 4 hours? I was getting worried.
SCULLY: I'd like to order an autopsy on Roberta Sim. There's a possibility she was murdered.
KRESGE: What? You got another phone call?
SCULLY: I think that it may have been the husband.
KRESGE: Where did you get that idea? You want coffee?
SCULLY: No. Thanks.
KRESGE: He's got an ironclad alibi. Mr. Sim was at the doctor's office with his daughter. He was there all morning. I checked.
SCULLY: I took another look at the police photos this morning. There were no hesitation cuts on Roberta Sim's wrists. Suicide victims seldom make the fatal cut the first time.
KRESGE: Seldom but not always. Is that all you got?
SCULLY: No. Why was the phone off the hook when you got to the Sim's house?
KRESGE: The wife took it off. I'm guessing she didn't want to be interrupted.
SCULLY: Your report says the husband called the police after he discovered his wife dead.
SCULLY: But if the phone was off the hook when you arrived, how did he call you? Did he find the phone off the hook, call you, then have the presence of mind to return it to the way that he'd found it? Does that make sense to you?
KRESGE: What are you suggesting?
SCULLY: I am suggesting that there are questions that beg for further investigation. Order an autopsy.
AUTOPSY ROOM - HOSPITAL (Scully is over a bowl of internal organs, talking to an off screen medical examiner.)
SCULLY: Stomach contents appear to include coffee, whole wheat toast and cantaloupe. No medicine tablets. Empty sample packets of doritriptan succina were found but I find no evidence that any of the pills were ingested.
MEDICAL EXAMINER: Well, obviously they were, doritriptan showed up on her tox screen.
SCULLY: Then why didn't it show up in her stomach?
MEDICAL EXAMINER: It was absorbed into her bloodstream.
SCULLY: No. I don't believe absorption would be that complete, not that close to her death.
MEDICAL EXAMINER: Then how did the doritriptan get into her blood stream, Ms. Scully?
POLICE STATION (Cut right to Kresge's reaction to Scully)
KRESGE: A needle puncture.
SCULLY: On the heel of her right foot. Extremely tiny and easy to miss. It was meant to be overlooked. (The medical examiner is also there.) I believe that this woman was injected, anesthetized so he wouldn't fight back. Then her suicide was staged.
KRESGE (To medical examiner): What do you think?
MEDICAL EXAMINER: It's a possibility. Then again, it's possible this woman simply stepped on a tack and the rest is blue sky conjecture.
SCULLY: I say it justifies opening a murder investigation.
SIM HOUSE (Mr. Sim walks into his living room as men in policemen are going through everything. He sees Scully and Kresge.)
SIM: This is your doing, isn't it? You didn't have the decency to leave me and my daughter alone?
KRESGE: Mr. Sim, please. Now, you're going to want to calm down and let us do our business, ok?
SCULLY: Mr. Sim, where is your daughter now?
SIM: Why? (Scully just glares at him) She's at a friend's house. Thank God she's not here to see this. (A female cop comes up)
FEMALE COP: Detective, this was in the trash out back. (She hands a syringe in a bag to Scully. She takes out a latex glove and puts it on.)
KRESGE: You got an explanation for this?
SIM: Yes. My daughter has a severe form of anemia. She requires daily injections.
SCULLY: We'll check that out. (Scully and the female cop walk away.) I want you to analyze this. Get a PCR on the blood. We need to identify whose it is. (The female cop takes it and leaves. Scully turns back to them. She sees out the window two men sitting in a car looking at the house. They drive away.)
BILL SCULLY'S HOUSE (Dark. Scully walks in and turns the light on in the dining room. There's a manilla envelope on the table. She opens it and sits down. She takes the PCR screen of Melissa out of the report and matches it to Emily's PCR results from the lab. Scully is on the verge of crying when she sees they match.)
MRS. SCULLY: Dana? Are you alright? It's two o'clock in the morning. Where have you been all day? We were expecting you at lunch.
SCULLY: Mom... sit down. (She does) The woman who committed suicide has an adopted daughter, a three year old named Emily. I got a sample of Emily's blood and I had the lab run a test on her DNA. It's called a PCR test. This... (she hands her one of the screens) is Emily's. (She hands over the other one.) And this, is Melissa's which we ran during her murder investigation. They match.
MRS. SCULLY: What does it mean, they match?
SCULLY: It means, that this little girl Emily... is Melissa's daughter.