Special Agent Dana Scully’s Apartment
Georgetown, Washington D.C.
One Week Later
Outside rain pours down but inside, Scully takes little notice of this as she pounds away at her laptop. She pauses and sits back in her chair with a sigh, considering what to say next. After a moment of staring at the ceiling it comes to her and she continues. Over her shoulder we read what she is typing-
“FINAL CASE REPORT FOR THE RICHARD CUMMINGS MURDER- FILE #X1120723
INVESTIGATING AGENTS: SPECIAL AGENT DANA SCULLY AND SPECIAL AGENT FOX MULDER
Agent Mulder and myself departed from New York City, NY the day after the arrest of Ex-Special Agent Craig Morgan for the murder of Arthur Macy. Local authorities are taking the investigation from here on out. Craig Morgan is being held, without bail, in the Rikers Island Correctional Facility until trial on one count of murder in the first degree. He was fired from the Federal Bureau of Investigation the day following his arrest. The F.B.I. is conducting its own enquire into the Morgan’s involvement and the possibility that other agents may be connected. Agent Mulder does not hold out much hope that anything further will be uncovered.
It is Agent Mulder’s belief that Craig Morgan was sent out to clean up a mess that had started when Laura Andrews witnessed the murder of Richard Cummings. He speculates that the Andrews family may have something to do with it and perhaps even his ‘shadow government’. This agent believes that some of what Agent Mulder says has merits but will not go so far as to totally agree it him.
Laura Andrews was haunted by demons. Whether they were physically or only in her mind is something we way never know. They drove her to her death, though, and may have been connected to the deaths of Richard Cummings and Arthur Macy. What were these demons and what were their purpose? It is not for me to say. Pending the discovery of new evidence, this case is not one I can explain.
CASE STATUS: UNSOLVED”
Scully re-reads her report. It’s the best she can do- she saves it and goes to bed.
Sing-Sing State Prison
Upstate New York
5 months later
At the visitor’s sign-in desk, Jack McCoy is showing his A.D.A. badge to the young guard behind the desk.
“Do you have any weapons on your person?”
“No.”
“Okay, sign here.”
Jack signs and takes the visitor badge from the guard.
“Keep that visible at all times.”
Jack nods, then follows another guard into the prison itself. Around him we see row after row of cells each containing a man. A few jeer at him- one even calls out his name. He is glad when they finally reach the visiting room.
The guard opens the door for Jack and stands back, “Just knock when you’re done.”
With a slam, the guard is gone and all that is left is Jack to face Craig Morgan, alone.
He takes a seat, “What do you want?”
Craig Morgan looks a good deal scruffier than when we last saw him- he has lost his smug air.
“Ya know, I’m holed up in here for the rest of my life?”
“You’re lucky the jury didn’t opt for the death penalty.”
Morgan sits across from Jack, “I was set up as the fall guy.”
“You were convicted in a court of law. Go file an appeal.”
“McCoy, you don’t get it- yeah, I killed Macy but I wasn’t supposed to be caught.”
“Your friends in high places didn’t come through?”
“No, they set me up to get the attention off the Richard Cummings murder.”
“And what do you want me to do?”
“God Almighty, McCoy! They’re out there calling up the devil itself and you’re worrying about parking tickets!”
Jack rises to leave, “Morgan, try talking to a shrink- I think you need their help more than anyone else’s.”
“You wanna know what you saw out there?!”
Jack stops and turns back.
“I can tell you! I can even let you see it again!”
“In return for what?”
“You get me outta here.”
“Talk to your lawyer if you want your sentence reduced.”
“No, I mean help me break out of here and I’ll help you prove that, that thing exists. No one will ever doubt you again!”
Jack looks away.
“Listen- these people, they called this thing up years ago to see what would happen. They were supposed to control it but it escaped. I was assigned to clean up the messes it made. I was doing my job but when you and your friends got too close to the truth they dumped me to create a smoke-screen.”
“How can I believe anything you say?”
“The first time I saw that... that demon I never wanted to think about it again but it haunts you. Its always there- in your dreams, in your life. Forever. The only way to free yourself from its grasp is to believe in it and face it again.”
“Unlike you, Mr. Morgan, I have things to do. Good day.”
“You walk away now but what will you do when you close your eyes each night and all you see is it? What will you do when it kills again?”
“I’ll worry about that when I come to it. Good bye, Mr. Morgan.”
“See you later.”
Jack McCoy’s Apartment
Later That Same Day
Jack walks into his darkened living room and tosses his jacket on the couch. He looks through his mail- another letter from Boston. He sighs and goes to put it with the others in his desk drawer but stops short to read the return address again.
“We all have our own demons, Mr. Morgan,” he whispers to the darkness.
He sighs again and puts the letter away. Then he pours himself a glass of Scotch and stares out the window.
“He’s to you, Dad. May you and that thing both rot in Hell.”