On the eve of the last weekend before the momentous election of 2020 (when we either all stay Americans or become something worse, according to Thomas Friedman of The New York Times), self is giddy with excitement.
Cleaning out son’s room, a very laborious process, which so far has occupied her for months, she finds — WHOA! — a marked-up script from the set of The X-Files. She remembers that a friend of a friend was the Props Manager and sent this from Vancouver.
Yes, this is a real watershed moment: the moment when self holds, in her hot little hands, a copy of the script for the episode Squeezed.
We all remember that episode, do we not?
p. 54: INT. ESCALATOR SHAFT – NIGHT
Mulder crawls further, sweating, covered with dust and grease. He pauses, aims his flashlight at the end of the shaft.
MULDER’S POV – END OF SHAFT
A mound of papers and rags large enough for a human to be curled up inside. It is covered with a yellowish bile.