I’m a sucker for a good monologue. I always have been, whether it’s Shakespeare or Mulder, Plato or Scully. Oh, you’re seeing the connection here? Yes. I’m a sucker for the X-Files too. And X-Files monologues? Be still my heart…
My sister and I and some others were watching X-Files again (tis the season) and I was once again struck by the magnificence of some of the monologues in this show. They’re beyond. Beyond what I don’t even know. They’re mindblowing. They’re works of art. They’re tear jerkers, if you know the context. There’s just nothing not to love.
So, in honor of this grand ole love fest, here’s one of Scully’s impressive little monologues:
“One day, you’ll ask me to speak of a truth,’ of the miracle of your birth. To explain what is unexplained. And if I falter or fail on this day, know there is an answer my child, a sacred and imperishable truth, but one you may never hope to find alone. Chance meeting your perfect other, your perfect opposite, your protector, and endangerer. Chance embarking with this other on the greatest of journeys, a search for truths fugitive and imponderable. If one day this chance may befall you my son, do not fail or falter to seize it. The truths are out there. And if one day you should behold a miracle as I have in you, you will learn the truth is not found in science or on some unseen plane, but by looking into your own heart, and in that moment you will be blessed, and stricken. For the truest truths are what hold us together, or what keep us painfully, desperately, apart.” (Trust No 1)
Oooookay, here’s another. Then I’m done!
“I’d like to congratulate you. On succeeding where so many before you have failed. A bullet between the eyes would’ve been preferable to this charade. I’ve learned to pretend over the past 9 years. Pretend that my victories mattered only to realize that no one was keeping score’. To realize that liars do not fear the truth if there are enough liars. That the devil is just one man with a plan, but evil, true evil is a collaboration of men which is what we have here today. If I am a guilty man, my crime is in daring to believe, that the truth will out and that no one lie can live forever. I believe it still. Much as you try to bury it, the truth is out there. Greater than your lies the truth wants to be known. You will know it. It’ll come to you, as it’s come to me, faster than the speed of light. You may believe yourselves rid of your headache now, and maybe you are, but you’ve only done it by cutting off your own heads.” (Mulder, The Truth)
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