FADE IN:
[EXT. Washington D.C. Public Library—8:51 A.M.]
[We pan inside the library, where Krycek has snuck in earlier this morning. He is still dressed in full hockey gear, complete with skates, he figures he's going to go for the classic Gretsky look. He is sitting at a table in front of a stereo, he is wearing a pair of head phones. Next to him is an 8-Tape set of "Swedish For Dummies". He is flipping through the phrase book, writing down words as they catch his attention. Krycek pauses mid-flip and listens intently to the tape.]
KRYCEK: (Loudly) YAH FUR SHURE FROM SWEEDDDEN!!
LIBRARY PATRONS: SHHHH!!!
KRYCEK: (To the library patrons) FROM SWEEDDDEN!!
[Krycek takes a deep breath and concentrates, he continues listening to the tape. The tape instructs him to listen carefully and repeat the Swedish part of the sentence.]
TAPE: (Female, with a Swedish accent) Hello, my name is… (Pause) Halla, min namn ar…
KRYCEK: YAH FUR SHURE FROM SWEEDDDEN!!
PATRONS: SHHH!!
KRYCEK: DAMMIT, SHUT UP! I'M LISTENIN' TO THE SWEDISH BROAD!!
[Krycek pushes a button on his tape player, we hear the classic squeaky fast-forward noise. The tape resumes playing.]
TAPE: (Female, with a Swedish accent) Chapter One: Visiting Sweden. Sweden is fantastic! Sverige ar fantastist!
KRYCEK: YAH FUR SHURE FROM SWEEDDDEN!!
[CUT TO: INT. Mulder and Krycek's apartment—10:56 A.M.]
FADE IN:
[We see Krycek in his bedroom, he is sprawled out on his bed surrounded by Swedish language tapes, Swedish guidebooks, hockey pucks, a New York Islanders home jersey and a copy of "Hockey for Dummies". We can also see that he has re-decorated his room with hockey sticks and Wayne Gretzky posters. As we come closer we notice Krycek is still wearing headphones, but he is not listening to his language tapes.]
KRYCEK: (Singing loudly) THE DANCING QUEEN! YOUNG AND SWEET! ONLY SEVENTEEN!
[We CUT TO the hallway, where Mulder is walking past Krycek's room. Mulder stops and looks confused when he sees Krycek lying on his stomach, his feet in the air like a teenage girl talking on the telephone.]
MULDER: Sasha… are you okay?
[Krycek, however, can't hear Mulder.]
KRYCEK: (Singing loudly) DON'T TURN AROUND! 'CUZ YOU'RE GONNA SEE MY HEART BREAKIN! DON'T TURN AROUND! I DON'T WANT YOU SEEIN' ME CRY!
[Mulder steps into the room, Krycek glances up, startled.]
KRYCEK: DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!
[Krycek is scrambling to hide his Abba and Ace of Base CDs.]
MULDER: Why are you listening to Abba and Ace of Base? Those bands haven't been popular for years!
KRYCEK: None of your business.
MULDER: Aw, c'mon, you can tell me! I won't laugh! Wait! I'll guess! I know! You're planning a trip for all of the Super Buddies to go see Abba in concert, and you're just trying to learn the words to some of their songs! Right?
KRYCEK: No.
MULDER: Aw, c'mon! I give up! Tell me!
KRYCEK: No.
[Mulder sits down on Krycek's bed]
MULDER: C'mon Alex, why are you being so stubborn? Just tell me!
KRYCEK: No.
MULDER: Yes.
KRYCEK: No.
MULDER: Yes.
KRYCEK: No.
MULDER: Yes.
KRYCEK: NO!
MULDER: Fine, okay! No need to get nasty about it!
[Krycek stands up to leave]
KRYCEK: I'm goin' to Monica's. Hopefully I won't be back soon.
[Krycek winks; Mulder shudders.]
[CUT TO: INT. J. Edgar Hoover Building—Brad Follmer's office—11:05 A.M.]
FADE IN:
[Brad is sitting at his desk; he is drinking a Starbucks Venti mocha latte and reading a report. He looks very calm and collected compared to the night before when he was yelling things at the television set. The camera slowly circles the room, we can now see over Brad's right shoulder, we realize he is not reading a report because there is a copy of Power Play magazine tucked into the folder. He turns a page in the magazine and sips at his latte. Suddenly, there is a knock at the door.]
BRAD: (Takes a sip of his coffee/not looking up) Come in.
[Doggett and Skinner enter; they are wearing smug grins as they approach Brad's desk]
DOGGETT: Brad, my man. I do believe you owe me one President Grant.
SKINNER: Make that a double.
[Brad looks up, startled. His startled expression slowly turns into a slight scowl as he realizes who just walked through his door.]
BRAD: Walter, John. What a nice surprise, can I get you gentlemen a cup of coffee?
SKINNER: Quit stalling, Follmer, pay up.
BRAD: You know, for one thing I don't think it was a fair win, I mean, they practically cut off Kolzig's head and handed it to him! And for one thing, Jagr was out with that sprained ankle, so without him the team is practically bust-…
DOGGETT: C'mon Brad, you lost, fair and square, you owe us fifty bucks.
[Brad glares at Doggett for a moment, finally reaches into his pocket and pulls out two fifty dollar bills. Doggett and Skinner eagerly accept the bills, they both grin at each other, and then at Brad.]
DOGGETT: Ehh… you know, Brad, there's a really good chance that Washington will lose to Colorado. I mean… that is, if you wanna… (He winks at Walter) …make a bet on it.
BRAD: But Colorado is one of the toughest teams in the Northwest Division, what makes you think they would lose to Washington? Washington isn't exactly on top of their game this season.
SKINNER: Yeah… but since Patrick Roy retired and they put their second string goalie into the net, Colorado's been having a tough time with their goaltending. They've only been able to stay on top because of great defense.
[Brad now looks intrigued. Doggett and Skinner grin at each other; not so nice grins…]
SKINNER: Colorado doesn't stand a chance against Washington. Our defense will kill them on their goaltending.
DOGGETT: Yeah.
BRAD: Oh, well. Okay. But I still don't know about the bet…
DOGGETT: C'mon Brad, what's it going to hurt?
BRAD: Who are you going to bet on?
DOGGETT: I don't know… (nudges Walter) But I think Colorado will lose.
SKINNER: (Nudges back) Yeah, I know Colorado'll lose.
BRAD: (Folds his hands) Alrighty, so you two bet fifty bucks that Colorado will lose, I bet fifty that they'll win.
[Skinner and Doggett blink.]
DOGGETT: Err… what?
BRAD: You two bet fifty bucks on Colorado, you bet that they will lose to Washington. I'm betting fifty as well, on Colorado. I'm betting they'll win over Washington.
DOGGETT: Er, uh…
[Doggett glances warily at Skinner, Brad smiles politely.]
SKINNER: Um, I wanna change my bet.
BRAD: Sorry gentlemen, all bets are final. Is there anything else I can do for you? I have a stack of paperwork bigger than a zamboni.
[Brad keeps on smiling as Doggett and Skinner slink out the door.]
FADE OUT:
[EXT. Washington D.C. Public Library—8:51 A.M.]
[We pan inside the library, where Krycek has snuck in earlier this morning. He is still dressed in full hockey gear, complete with skates, he figures he's going to go for the classic Gretsky look. He is sitting at a table in front of a stereo, he is wearing a pair of head phones. Next to him is an 8-Tape set of "Swedish For Dummies". He is flipping through the phrase book, writing down words as they catch his attention. Krycek pauses mid-flip and listens intently to the tape.]
KRYCEK: (Loudly) YAH FUR SHURE FROM SWEEDDDEN!!
LIBRARY PATRONS: SHHHH!!!
KRYCEK: (To the library patrons) FROM SWEEDDDEN!!
[Krycek takes a deep breath and concentrates, he continues listening to the tape. The tape instructs him to listen carefully and repeat the Swedish part of the sentence.]
TAPE: (Female, with a Swedish accent) Hello, my name is… (Pause) Halla, min namn ar…
KRYCEK: YAH FUR SHURE FROM SWEEDDDEN!!
PATRONS: SHHH!!
KRYCEK: DAMMIT, SHUT UP! I'M LISTENIN' TO THE SWEDISH BROAD!!
[Krycek pushes a button on his tape player, we hear the classic squeaky fast-forward noise. The tape resumes playing.]
TAPE: (Female, with a Swedish accent) Chapter One: Visiting Sweden. Sweden is fantastic! Sverige ar fantastist!
KRYCEK: YAH FUR SHURE FROM SWEEDDDEN!!
[CUT TO: INT. Mulder and Krycek's apartment—10:56 A.M.]
FADE IN:
[We see Krycek in his bedroom, he is sprawled out on his bed surrounded by Swedish language tapes, Swedish guidebooks, hockey pucks, a New York Islanders home jersey and a copy of "Hockey for Dummies". We can also see that he has re-decorated his room with hockey sticks and Wayne Gretzky posters. As we come closer we notice Krycek is still wearing headphones, but he is not listening to his language tapes.]
KRYCEK: (Singing loudly) THE DANCING QUEEN! YOUNG AND SWEET! ONLY SEVENTEEN!
[We CUT TO the hallway, where Mulder is walking past Krycek's room. Mulder stops and looks confused when he sees Krycek lying on his stomach, his feet in the air like a teenage girl talking on the telephone.]
MULDER: Sasha… are you okay?
[Krycek, however, can't hear Mulder.]
KRYCEK: (Singing loudly) DON'T TURN AROUND! 'CUZ YOU'RE GONNA SEE MY HEART BREAKIN! DON'T TURN AROUND! I DON'T WANT YOU SEEIN' ME CRY!
[Mulder steps into the room, Krycek glances up, startled.]
KRYCEK: DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!
[Krycek is scrambling to hide his Abba and Ace of Base CDs.]
MULDER: Why are you listening to Abba and Ace of Base? Those bands haven't been popular for years!
KRYCEK: None of your business.
MULDER: Aw, c'mon, you can tell me! I won't laugh! Wait! I'll guess! I know! You're planning a trip for all of the Super Buddies to go see Abba in concert, and you're just trying to learn the words to some of their songs! Right?
KRYCEK: No.
MULDER: Aw, c'mon! I give up! Tell me!
KRYCEK: No.
[Mulder sits down on Krycek's bed]
MULDER: C'mon Alex, why are you being so stubborn? Just tell me!
KRYCEK: No.
MULDER: Yes.
KRYCEK: No.
MULDER: Yes.
KRYCEK: No.
MULDER: Yes.
KRYCEK: NO!
MULDER: Fine, okay! No need to get nasty about it!
[Krycek stands up to leave]
KRYCEK: I'm goin' to Monica's. Hopefully I won't be back soon.
[Krycek winks; Mulder shudders.]
[CUT TO: INT. J. Edgar Hoover Building—Brad Follmer's office—11:05 A.M.]
FADE IN:
[Brad is sitting at his desk; he is drinking a Starbucks Venti mocha latte and reading a report. He looks very calm and collected compared to the night before when he was yelling things at the television set. The camera slowly circles the room, we can now see over Brad's right shoulder, we realize he is not reading a report because there is a copy of Power Play magazine tucked into the folder. He turns a page in the magazine and sips at his latte. Suddenly, there is a knock at the door.]
BRAD: (Takes a sip of his coffee/not looking up) Come in.
[Doggett and Skinner enter; they are wearing smug grins as they approach Brad's desk]
DOGGETT: Brad, my man. I do believe you owe me one President Grant.
SKINNER: Make that a double.
[Brad looks up, startled. His startled expression slowly turns into a slight scowl as he realizes who just walked through his door.]
BRAD: Walter, John. What a nice surprise, can I get you gentlemen a cup of coffee?
SKINNER: Quit stalling, Follmer, pay up.
BRAD: You know, for one thing I don't think it was a fair win, I mean, they practically cut off Kolzig's head and handed it to him! And for one thing, Jagr was out with that sprained ankle, so without him the team is practically bust-…
DOGGETT: C'mon Brad, you lost, fair and square, you owe us fifty bucks.
[Brad glares at Doggett for a moment, finally reaches into his pocket and pulls out two fifty dollar bills. Doggett and Skinner eagerly accept the bills, they both grin at each other, and then at Brad.]
DOGGETT: Ehh… you know, Brad, there's a really good chance that Washington will lose to Colorado. I mean… that is, if you wanna… (He winks at Walter) …make a bet on it.
BRAD: But Colorado is one of the toughest teams in the Northwest Division, what makes you think they would lose to Washington? Washington isn't exactly on top of their game this season.
SKINNER: Yeah… but since Patrick Roy retired and they put their second string goalie into the net, Colorado's been having a tough time with their goaltending. They've only been able to stay on top because of great defense.
[Brad now looks intrigued. Doggett and Skinner grin at each other; not so nice grins…]
SKINNER: Colorado doesn't stand a chance against Washington. Our defense will kill them on their goaltending.
DOGGETT: Yeah.
BRAD: Oh, well. Okay. But I still don't know about the bet…
DOGGETT: C'mon Brad, what's it going to hurt?
BRAD: Who are you going to bet on?
DOGGETT: I don't know… (nudges Walter) But I think Colorado will lose.
SKINNER: (Nudges back) Yeah, I know Colorado'll lose.
BRAD: (Folds his hands) Alrighty, so you two bet fifty bucks that Colorado will lose, I bet fifty that they'll win.
[Skinner and Doggett blink.]
DOGGETT: Err… what?
BRAD: You two bet fifty bucks on Colorado, you bet that they will lose to Washington. I'm betting fifty as well, on Colorado. I'm betting they'll win over Washington.
DOGGETT: Er, uh…
[Doggett glances warily at Skinner, Brad smiles politely.]
SKINNER: Um, I wanna change my bet.
BRAD: Sorry gentlemen, all bets are final. Is there anything else I can do for you? I have a stack of paperwork bigger than a zamboni.
[Brad keeps on smiling as Doggett and Skinner slink out the door.]
FADE OUT: