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Two hours later, as the chyron (is that what that thing is called?) tells us. A couple of slackers are wandering the streets and decide to scale a fire escape. Boy Slacker boosts Girl Slacker, who says the fire escape's stuck. They pull harder, and -- BODIES! The bodies of both ATM thugs fall from somewhere above, one of them helpfully into a dumpster. The slackers run in terror. Doodly doodly doo! Doo doo doo! Etc.

Bethesda Naval Hospital. Who are those shadowy government figures walking down that darkened corridor? One of the is teeny, and one of them has impressively poufed hair. It's Mulder and Scully! They enter a morgue. What else is new? Scully's suit is purple. Not cranberry, not a deep indigo blue, not even magenta. Just plain old purple. The color of Grimace. And she's wearing white tights. And frowning. I love Scully so very much. Mulder and some other guy follow her in. There are two tables with bodies covered in white sheets, and behind them a man and a woman in suits and a woman in a white lab coat. Apparently, Chief Blevins has assured them of Mulder and Scully's cooperation. Good one, Blevins! The suit woman hopes that their "expertise in extraordinary phenomenon" (hee -- those Latin plurals are a bitch sometimes) will be of help. Mulder and Scully look impassive. Scully's bangs look really weird. "You're not FBI, are you?" Mulder asks. The Suit Duo look impassive right back. It's an Impassive-Looking Contest! Dudes, you cannot out-impassive Mulder and Scully, I'm telling you right now. Lab Coat Lady pulls back the sheets over the corpses; one of them jerks violently, and Scully starts a little. Lab Coat explains that both bodies are still responding to high levels of static electricity. Mulder puts on his HOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTT glasses to study the file handed to him. Apparently, the men died six hours ago...but the bodies are still warm. Son of a bitch! Scully rubs her hands lovingly over the dead guy's warm, life-radiating chest (Scully? I think you need to get out more) while Mulder starts getting all huffy with the Mysterious Suit-Wearing Pair, just because they hauled him and Scully out to Bethesda in the middle of the night for reasons they won't disclose, semi-threatened them by waving around the name of their mean boss, and now won't say anything! Geez, he's such a reactionary. Anyway, the suits won't tell them anything other than the fact that the men were on a one-hour flight from somewhere to get here. (Hmmm..."One-Hour Flight from Somewhere"? NaNoWriMo, here I come!)

So the big thing here is that the men's throats have been crushed, but there's no evidence of tissue damage. As if they were crushed by ALIENS! OK, no, not aliens. It's as if their throats were crushed...from the INSIDE. But that's not POSSIBLE! Well, except if it was a ghost.

But in the meantime, what Scully wants to know is, if they've done their autopsies already, why do they need the 'Filers? Choosing to answer a question with a question, the Suits ask whether they've ever investigated anything like this in all the five episodes they've been doing this. Mulder assures them they have not. There is a cool diagram of skulls on the wall behind him. "Well, thank you for your time, Agents Mulder, Scully," Man Suit says. "If any inquiry as to this meeting be made, we request full denial." And don't forget to tip your waitress! Actually, I think I should start adding that to the end of all my social encounters. "Well, it was awesome to see you, Megan! Good luck with grad school, and let me know how it goes with Dan! Have a safe trip back. And if any inquiry as to this meeting be made, I request full denial." Mulder shoots back with the grade-A zinger, "I'd say you people already suffer from full denial." OH! SNAP! Oh no he DI-INT! Score one for the MULD-STARRR! Always leaving 'em wanting more, he puts his hand on Scully's purple back and swoops her out of the autopsy bay.