"Man:" "Look, Ben, this is what infuriates me." "Don't you see?" "It's so painfully obvious." "Why do you think our stock's in the toilet?" "Because you're cutting research and development." "You've forgotten what the adventure's about." "The industry's changing." "We need to make some choices." "Save your sound bite for the press." "Let's not relive the stockholders meeting." "You're killing me." "You're killing my company!" "Eurisko is not your company, Brad... not anymore." "You'd damn well better get used to it." "You're going to regret this." "(Door Slamming)" "Ben:" "New paragraph." "As I'm sure everyone on the board will agree," "Eurisko has to face head on... the realities of an increasingly competitive world." "Since the unfortunate departure of Brad Wilczek, I have made... certain recommendations which, I believe, will reposition Eurisko as an industry leader." "At the top of this list... is the immediate termination of the C.O.S. Project." "Its disastrous performance over the past three quarters... and projected losses well into 1994... leave us no other choice." "(Water Running)" "Ah..." "(Telephone Ringing)" "Hello?" "Hello!" "At the tone, Eastern Standard Time will be 7:35 p.m." "What the hell?" "(Beep)" "(Beep)" "Damn." "Computer:" "File deleted." "Mulder." "Jerry?" "You're Dana Scully, right?" "Jerry Lamana." "We worked together in violent crimes." "Worked together?" "We were partners." "That's 8.50, please." "What are you doing here?" "Looking for you, and I'm buying you two lunch." "No, really..." "No." "It's on me." "Lamana:" "Cause of death was electrocution." "It wasn't accidental?" "It looks like an elaborate booby trap." "We don't know a lot more." "Building engineer just found him." "Who's running the investigation?" "Do either of you know Nancy Spiller?" "The forensics instructor at the academy?" "We used to call her the Iron Maiden." "On a good day." "Well, anyway, she's putting together the squad... and, well, I took the liberty... of mentioning your name." "Look, Jerry, I'd like to help you out, but we're not on general assignment." "Because of the X Files." "Look, the truth is..." "I could use a little help on this." "I don't want to drop the ball on this one." "You won't drop the ball." "Drake wasn't just a C.E.O. Of a Fortune 500 company." "He was a good friend of the Attorney General's." "A feather in my cap would be nice." "The one I got looks mangy." "Yeah, but, Jerry..." "Look, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important." "Scully:" "How come you two went your separate ways?" "I'm a pain in the ass to work with." "Seriously." "I'm not a pain in the ass?" "We had different career goals." "Jerry wanted the fifth floor." "And you?" "I was gunning for a basement office... with no heat or windows." "I know where you ended up." "What aboutJerry?" "He had bad luck in Atlanta... working hate crimes." "What kind of bad luck?" "He misplaced a piece of evidence." "Sent it to the cleaners." "By the time he got it back, a federal judge... had lost both his hands and his right eye." "(Elevator Bell Dings)" " Twenty-nine?" " Uh-huh." "Going up." "Must be for the visually impaired." "How do you like that?" "A politically correct elevator." "Third floor, fourth floor..." "You okay?" "Yeah." "What was that?" "(Beeping)" "(Ringing)" "Man:" "Yes?" "Hello?" "Security." "Who's this?" "This is Agent Dana Scully." "Is there a problem?" "Computer:" "Fifth floor..." "Uh, actually, I think everything's okay." "...ninth floor, tenth floor, 11 th floor... (Beeping)" "Lamana:" "Someone tampered with the servo." "They switched the ground to the negative, so that when he put the key in the lock..." "Scully:" "He completed the circuit." "It's fused." "It takes a lot of juice to melt a steel key." "And to throw a 180-pound man ten feet." "Mulder:" "Could the servo switch have been moved manually?" "We didn't find any prints in the surrounding area." "Sure, it could have been, but whoever did it... would have had to override the C.O.S." "What's the C.O. S?" "The Central Operating System." "It regulates everything from energy output... to the volume of water in each toilet flush." "Claude Peterson, building systems engineer." "He discovered the body." "What if somebody wanted to override the C.O. S?" "He'd have to break the access codes, which wouldn't be easy." "Mulder:" "We need a list of people with that know-how." "Peterson:" "It will be a short list." "Would you be on it?" " Me?" " Yeah." "Hey, look," "I'm just a glorified building super." "I just monitor the system, make sure it's functioning, like when I saw the overload in Mr. Drake's office." "Does the C.O.S. Monitor all phone calls?" "Yes, it does." "Why?" "I was just wondering." "Okay, um, look, can I go now?" "Okay." "Why did you ask him about the phones?" "Phone's off the hook." "Maybe Drake was talking to somebody... right before he did his Ben Franklin impersonation." "Taught him everything he knows." "(Knocking)" "Come in." "It's past 3:00." "I'm just looking for my profile notes." "Maybe if you cleaned your desk more than once a year." "They were right here, I'm telling you." "Come on." "We're late." "Lamana:" "There are a couple elements for us to consider here." "Both the statistical rarity of homicidal electrocution... and the complexity of the crime... indicate a certain devious premeditation." "After all, there are much simpler ways of killing someone." "All of which leads me to believe... that our guy was some kind of sociopathic game player... maybe even a recluse, since he designed a trap... not only to avoid detection, but to avoid contact with the victim." "But to avoid contact with the victim." "Is that your profile?" "Forget it, huh?" "Drake's final phone call supports this theory." "At the tone, Eastern Standard Time will be 7:35 p.m." "Drake's estimated time of death." "Why would Drake call for the time before he died?" "It was an incoming call." "From somewhere in the Eurisko building itself." "Whoever set the trap wanted to make sure that Drake took the bait." "Excellent work, Agent Lamana." "Thank you." "Jerry, what the hell are you doing?" "Hey, don't get all bent out of shape." "Jerry, that was my profile." "Look, I didn't think you'd mind." "Anyway, they were just notes." "I filled in the blanks." "Jerry, you went into my office and you stole my work." "Look, you're on this case... 'cause I asked you to help me out, and you helped me out." "What is the big deal?" "What did he say?" "He apologized in his own way." "I just got off the phone... with Peterson, the systems engineer." "One name?" "Brad Wilczek?" "He said it would be a short list." "It's headline news this guy despised Drake." "That seems too obvious." "To kill Drake would be so brazenly egomaniacal." "And fully consistent... with Jerry's excellent behavioral profile." "Fully." "This is what a 220 I.Q. And a $400 million severance settlement buys you." "Yes?" "Brad Wilczek?" "We're with the F.B.I." "What took you guys so long?" "Oh, do you mind taking off your shoes?" "You can divide the computer science industry... into two types of people..." "neat and scruffy." "I take it Benjamin Drake fit into the first category." "Neat people like things neat." "They wear nicely pressed suits... and work on surface phenomena... things they can understand... market shares and third quarter profits." "And you had a different vision... for the company?" "I started Eurisko out of my parents' garage." "I was 22, just spent a year... following around the Grateful Dead." "You know what Eurisko means?" "That's from the Greek, isn't it?" "I learn things." "Not exactly." "It means I discover things." "Unfortunately, Ben Drake wasn't interested... in discovery." "He was a shortsighted, power-hungry opportunist." "Let me show you the smart home." "From this prototype, I have access to every square foot of my house." "It's as safe as Fort Knox... and as energy efficient as your average igloo." "We were two years ahead of Microsoft and Cebus... when Drake, in his infinite wisdom, killed the program." "Is this system related to the one in your building?" "Variation on a theme." "How many people know the system well enough to override it?" "Finally, the bonus question." "Not many is the answer." "Could someone have hacked into the system?" "Well, not your average phone freak, that's for sure." "But there's plenty of kooks out there." "Data travelers, electro-wizards, techno-anarchists." "Anything's possible." "Could you have done it?" "Of course." "I designed the system." "That's why you guys are here, isn't it?" "I'm your logical suspect." "You don't seem too worried." "It's a puzzle, Ms. Scully, and scruffy minds like me like puzzles." "We enjoy walking down unpredictable avenues of thought... turning new corners... but as a general rule, scruffy minds don't commit murder." "Scully:" "Some see genius as the ability to connect the unconnected... to make juxtapositions, to see relationships where others cannot." "Is Brad Wilczek a genius?" "I don't know." "But I do know this for certain:" "He has a predilection for elaborate game playing." "He has an intimate knowledge... of the Eurisko building, and he has a demonstrable motive for killing Benjamin Drake." "The question remains." "But if he's so clever, how do we nail him?" "End of field journal, October 24, 1993." "(Computer Beeps)" "(Modem Connecting)" "File opened." "Wilczek:" "From the outset," "I knew that Eurisko would expand effectively, not by traditional Western structures, but by employing certain Zen beliefs... and other Eastern philosophies... (Tape Rewinding) ...and other Eastern philosophies... (Rewinding) ...Eastern philosoph..." "(Rewinding) ...Eastern... (Door Creaking)" "Will you give me a second?" "Look, I'm here with my hat in my hand." "I'm sorry." "What more can I say?" "All you had to do was ask." "I would have helped you." "You don't know what it's like, Mulder." "What what's like?" "You heard about Atlanta?" "I'm on six months' probation." "I got to file daily reports like some new agent." "That was bad luck." "That could have happened... to anybody." "Not to you." "Don't run yourself down, Jerry." "You're a good agent." "We did good work together..." "Let's face it." "I was tagging along." "That's not how it was." "How would you know?" "You were busy... dazzling them on the high wire." "Mulder, take a look." "We borrowed this from the voice biometrics lab at Georgetown." "It's a computer spectrogram... capable of identifying individual speech patterns." "This is the recording... the central operating system made... of the phone call Drake received... just before he died." "At the tone, Eastern Standard Time will be 7:35 p.m." "And this we spliced together... from a series of lectures Brad Wilczek gave... at the Smithsonian last year." "(Distorted:) At the tone, Eastern Standard Time will be 7:35 p.m." "Now we'll stack them." "(Both Voices:) At the tone, Eastern Standard Time will be 7:35 p.m." "You're saying it's the same person?" "I'm saying that both voices are Brad Wilczek's." "He may have disguised his voice, but he couldn't alter his speech patterns." "Which means that he was the one that killed Drake." "He had the motive and the means." "And now we have the physical evidence." "Judge Benson lives in Washington Heights." "I can get a warrant in less than an hour." "Someone has to watch Wilczek." "I'll go with you." "No." "Let me bring him in alone." "I need this one, Mulder." "All right." "(Computer Keys Clicking)" "Come on, come on, let me in." "Damn!" "(Engine Starting)" "(Engine Starting)" "Mr. Wilczek!" "Going up." "Second floor, third floor, fourth..." "Can I help you?" "F.B.I." "Welcome back, Brad." "You're not equipped... with a voice synthesizer." "What is my user level?" "That is now at the discretion... of the operating system." "Going up." "Second floor, third floor, fourth floor, fifth floor, sixth floor, seventh floor, eighth floor, ninth floor, tenth floor," "11 th floor, 12th floor, 14th floor, 15th floor, 16th floor..." "What the hell?" "What are you doing?" "Sorry." "Those commands are not available... at your current user level." "Try again." "...23rd floor, 24th floor..." "What are you doing?" "!" "What are you doing?" "!" "...27 th floor 28th floor," "29th floor, 30th floor." "29-30, 29-30, 29-30, 29-30, 29-30, 29-30, 29-30, 29-30," "29-30, 29-30, 29-30, 29-30, 29-30, 29-30, 29-30, 29-30," "29-30, 29-30, 29-30, 29-30, 29-30, 29-30, 29-30, 29-30." "Oh, man." "Going down." "No!" "Don't do this!" "Oh, my God." "Program executed." "I heard aboutJerry." "I'm sorry." "I don't think Wilczek did it." "What?" "It doesn't make sense." "Why would he go back to Eurisko?" "To destroy evidence, to cover his tracks." "If you were going to destroy evidence, would you pose for the cameras?" "Mulder..." "You've been through a lot... more than I think even you realize." "I think Wilczek is smarter than this." "He just signed a confession." "How much proof do you need?" "This is a crime scene." "Please leave." "I know." "I ordered the subpoena." "That subpoena's been obviated." "What are you talking about?" "Unless you've got a code five clearance," "I'm going to have to ask you to turn back." "Thanks for coming." "I'm here against my better judgment." "In the future, I must insist... that you respect the terms of our arrangement." "I need to know why Brad Wilczek... is the subject of a code five investigation... what the Defense Department wants with him." "What do you think they'd want... with the most innovative programmer in this hemisphere?" "Software." "For years, Wilczek has thumbed his nose... at any contract involving weapons applications." "He's a bleeding heart." "What kind of software?" "How much do you know... about artificial intelligence?" "I thought it was only theoretical." "It was, until two years ago." "Do you remember Helsinki... the first time a chess-playing computer beat a grand master?" "That was Wilczek's program." "And the rumor was that he did it... by developing the first adaptive network." "An adaptive network?" "It's a learning machine... a computer that actually thinks." "And it's, uh, become something of a holy grail... for some of our more acquisitive colleagues... in the Department of Defense." "They make me wear shoes all the time." "What else do you want from me?" "Tell me why you're willing to spend your life in prison... for a crime you didn't commit." "What are you talking about?" "I'm guilty." "I know you're innocent." "You're protecting a machine... the central operating system at Eurisko." "If I'm protecting anything, it's not the machine." "Then what?" "After the bomb was dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki," "Robert Oppenheimer spent the rest of his life... regretting he'd ever glimpsed an atom." "Oppenheimer may have regretted his actions, but he never denied responsibility for them." "He loved the work, Mr. Mulder." "His mistake was in sharing it with an immoral government." "I won't make the same mistake." "But your machine killed Drake." "And it killed my friend." "I'm sorry about what happened, but there's nothing I can do." "And you talk about morality." "You're afraid of the government, but you'll risk that your machine will kill again." "The lesser of two evils." "What about a third option?" "You created that machine." "Now you tell me how to destroy it." "Wilczek can create a virus... that will destroy the system." "Blaming the machine is an alibi... a bad one." "It's the only thing that makes sense." "The C.O.S. Project... was posting big losses for Eurisko." "Drake was about to terminate the program." "So the machine killed Drake... out of self-defense?" "Self-preservation." "It's the primary instinct of all sentient beings." "That level of artificial intelligence... is decades away from being realized." "Then why was our government... trying to usurp Wilczek's research?" "Mulder, I think you're looking for something... that isn't there, and I think it has something to do with Jerry." "Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea if you talked to someone." "You're probably right." "Where are you going?" "To talk to someone." "How much time do you need?" "(Ringing)" "(Whirring Mechanical Sound)" "Oh, my God... (Dialing)" "This is Special Agent Dana Scully," "I.D. Number 2317-616." "I need you to run a quick trace on a number for me." "Yeah. 202-555-6431." "Yeah." "That's my number." "Somebody's accessing my computer." "Mulder." "Scully, what are you doing here?" "Someone or something's been scanning my computer files, tapping my phones." "I traced the line." "It came from somewhere in there." "It's the machine." "How can we get in?" "Remember the Trojan horse?" "Open sesame." "Oh, what the..." "Mulder!" "(Horn Blaring)" "(Blaring Stops)" "So much for the element of surprise." "What do you say we take the stairs?" "28 down, one to go." "Oh, great." "Mulder?" "Trick or treat." "No." "Don't." "What are you doing?" "I don't want to make the mistake Drake made." "(Beeping)" "Damn." "What are you looking at?" "There should be a way for you to drop down and open the door." "Come on, Scully." "(Buzzer)" "Scully?" "Agent Mulder?" "What are you doing here?" "(Air Rushing)" "(Coughing)" "(Screams)" "The machine's been acting all crazy." "Power surges, shut-offs." "That's why I'm here so late." "Where's the B port?" "Oh, it's right back here." "Look, are you sure you know what you're doing?" "Because if you don't, it's my job on the line." "Damn!" "System access granted." "User code, level seven." "Now I can put in the virus." "Not bad, Agent Mulder." "I've been trying... to access the C.P.U. For the past two years." "Now, please, take out your gun... and remove the clip." "Careful." "Defense Department?" "Let's just say our paychecks are signed by the same person." "Now give me the diskette... and step away from the console." "You don't want to test my resolve, Agent Mulder." "Put down the gun." "Look, you may think you know what you're dealing with..." "Shut up and drop the gun." "You're making a mistake, Agent Scully." "Compromising your sworn duty." "This operation is more sensitive than you can possibly imagine." "Don't listen to him." "The technology in this machine... is of enormous scientific interest." "It's killed two people." "They won't be able... to handle it any better than Wilczek." "Make no mistake, you will be held accountable." "Mulder, put in the disk." "What are you doing, Brad?" "Don't do this, Brad." "(Speaking Gibberish)" "Brad..." "Brad..." "Brad..." "Why?" "Mulder:" "I talked with Congressman Klevenaugh... and the Department of Corrections subcommittee." "I even petitioned the Attorney General's office." "You won't find him." "They can't just take a man like Brad Wilczek... without an explanation." "They can do anything they want." "Where is he?" "In the middle of what we in the trade... call hard bargaining." "Wilczek won't deal." "He'll never work for them." "Loss of freedom does funny things to a man, and remember, Wilczek confessed... to two murders, and you effectively destroyed... the only evidence... that could have exonerated him." "What else could I have done?" "Nothing, unless you were willing to let the technology survive." "The Department of Defense still hasn't found anything?" "They've been on it for five days." "Wilczek's virus was thorough." "It left no trace of the artificial intelligence." "The machine is dead." "Peterson:" "We've pushed the pulse code modulations to the limit." "Nothing." "We've combed the parsing subroutine." "Yes, sir." "Twice." "No, sir, still nothing, but I'd like to request..." "Yes, sir." "No, I understand." "Yes, sir." "Well, six more hours... before we have to consign the whole damn thing... to the metal shredder." "We'll do what we can, sir." "I'm going to figure this thing out... if it kills me."