The X-Files

Pilot (Part 1)

COLLUM NATIONAL FOREST, NORTHWEST OREGON

A woman runs through the forest, grunting as she trips and stumbles over logs and rocks. She is wearing a nightgown and runs through the foliage. She falls over a tree root and stumbles into a small clearing. A loud roaring start and the wind grows stronger. She looks up to see a light growing, shining through the trees. A silhouette steps out of the light, walking towards her. The leaves around her begin swirling up in a circle, like they are in the center of a tornado. The figure stands over her as the light engulfs them both.

Morning. The girl is face-down on the ground, dead. Officials walk around, murmuring to each other. The assistant coroners lean over the body as coroner John Truitt and Detective Miles walk over to the body.

 "I put the time of death between eight and twelve hours ago. No visible cause, no sign of battery or sexual assault. All we have is this." John explains. He pulls up the back of her nightgown to reveal two small bumps on her lower back. Miles looks at them.

"Can we turn her over?" Miles asks. They do so. Miles stands. "Karen Swenson."

"Is that a positive ID?" The assistant Coroner questions Miles.

"She went to school with my son." Miles explains. He walks away as Truitt stands.

Truitt yells as Miles walks away "Would that be the class of '89, detective? It's happening again isn't it?" Miles continue to walk away.

FBI HEADQUARTERS; WASHINGTON, D.C.

Agent Dana Scully walks up the stairs and around to a desk where a woman sits. "Agent Dana Scully." She continues through a group of offices and down a hallway. Reaching the door to Section Chief Blevins' office, she knocks.

"Come in." Blevin's voice rings through the door. Scully walks in and sees Blevins sitting at his desk. "Agent Scully, thank you for coming on such short notice. Please..." He motions for her to sit down, which she does. A man smoking a cigarette leans against a file cabinet. He walks around to behind Blevins and leans against the wall. Another man sits next to Blevins. "We see you've been with us just over two years."

"Yes, sir." Scully replies.

Blevin continues "You went to medical school but you chose not to practice. How'd you come to work for the F.B.I.?"

Scully explains. "Well, sir, I was recruited out of medical school. Um, my parents still think it was an act of rebellion, but, uh... I saw the F.B.I. as a place where I could distinguish myself."

The man leaning against the file cabinet speaks up. "Are you familiar with agents named Fox Mulder and Lorelei Monroe?" 

Scully looks at the man then back at Blevin. "Yes, I am."  Blevins and the man look at each other.

The man speaks up again. "How so?" 

Scully looks down then back up again. "By reputation. He's an Oxford educated Psychologist, who wrote a monograph on serial killers and the occult, that helped to catch Monty Props in 1988. Generally thought of as the best analyst in the violent crimes section. He had a nickname at the academy... Spooky Mulder. And I knew Lorelei from reputation as well. But mostly her nickname... Crazy Lore" She smiles at the Cigarette-Smoking Man, who gives no response.

Blevin moves on from the subject. "What I'll also tell you is that Agents Mulder and Monroe has developed a consuming devotion to an unassigned project outside the bureau mainstream. Are you familiar with the so-called "X-Files"?"