M I L L E N N I U M

"THE BEGINNING AND THE END"

Ep. # 2.01  [MLM-201  (5C01)]

Written by Glen Morgan and James Wong
Directed by Thomas J. Wright 
Edited by Chris Willingham, A.C.E. 

Transcribed by Libby & Brian A. Dixon

[ Second Season ]  [Complete Transcript]

[ Final Version ]

U.S. Air Date: September 19, 1997 

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[Blackness. Fade in slowly, as we listen to Frank Black, to a scene of 
asteroid debris in space and a solitary, distant sun.] 
 
FRANK:    In number, there is one for every life which ever was, or 
ever will be. And like most lives, they wait for a moment, the moment, 
when it will be sent on its journey back toward the yellow sun. 
 
[A single asteroid spins, falling away from Saturn's rings.] 
 
FRANK:    Approaching the sun brings definitive change. 
 
[An asteroid veers away from the planet, trailing vapor.] 
 
FRANK:    It will never again be the same. 
 
[A comet soars over the Earth.] 
 
FRANK:    Appearing in our skies, it is believed to be a prophecy of 
extraordinary events. 
 
[A religious painting depicts a comet in the sky, and below the Madonna 
and Child.] 
 
FRANK:    The birth of kings. 
 
[The Bayeux tapestry shows an ornate comet.] 
 
FRANK:    The death of empires. 
 
[An asteroid moves in space.] 
 
FRANK:    After centuries, or millennia, the journey must end. 
 
[An asteroid again, falling towards Saturn's rings.] 
 
FRANK:    Perhaps smothered by its own dust, the dark, soulless body 
continues eternally through space and time. 
 
[The asteroid breaks up in the planet's gravitational field.] 
 
FRANK:    It may disintegrate and crumble into inconsequential rubble. 
 
[Another asteroid passes by, moving towards the sun.] 
 
FRANK:    Or it may be lost forever, crashing, burning, into the yellow 
sun. 
 
[A view of the bright sun fades and we see Frank Black's face.  He is 
staring up into the night sky.] 
 
FRANK:    And as I look into the sky and it looks back on me, I want to 
know, which am I? I need to know. Is this the beginning of a journey --  
 
[A twin-tailed comet flies in the starry sky. Frank's bloody hand holds 
a gun. Frank stands, still looking skyward. Blood stains his left 
shoulder.] 
 
FRANK:    -- or the end. 

 
[FADE to black... Logo fade in... Music and main titles roll]


M I L L E N N I U M


this

is

who we are

starring

Lance Henriksen (Frank Black)
Megan Gallagher (Catherine Black)

created by Chris Carter


the time is near


--------- commercial segment --------- 
 
[Fade from white.] 
 
"THE BEGINNING AND THE END"


[Episode credits roll during the next scene]


Terry O'Quinn (Peter Watts)
Brittany Tiplady (Jordan Black)


Guest Starring

Doug Hutchison (The Polaroid Man)
Allan Zinyk (Brian Roedecker)

Music by Mark Snow
Editor: Chris Willingham, A.C.E.
Production Designer: Mark Freeborn
Director of Photography: Robert McLachlan
Associate Producer: Jon-Michael Preece
Consulting Producer: Chip Johannessen
Consulting Producers: Darin Morgan
Co-Producer: Robert Moresco
Co-Producer: Paul Rabwin
Producer: Thomas J. Wright
Co-Executive Producer: Ken Horton
Co-Executive Producer: John Peter Kousakis
Written by Glen Morgan & James Wong
Directed by Thomas J. Wright
 
 
[OPENING SCENE: An airport terminal.  A reprise of final moments of the 
first season finale, "Paper Dove" (MLM-121).] 
 
SEATTLE/TACOMA AIRPORT 
 
[Catherine stands with Frank, who is carrying a sleeping Jordan.] 
 
FRANK:    I'll get the car and bring it up? 
 
CATHERINE:    Want to leave her with me? 
 
FRANK:    No, I'll put her in and let her sleep. 
 
[They kiss and Frank goes off with Jordan. Catherine is playing with 
the origami paper dove. There's a whistle and Catherine looks up.  A 
man, "The Polaroid Man," takes her photo with a Polaroid camera.] 
 
POLAROID MAN:    Caught you red-handed... In the act of not smiling. 
 
[Catherine smiles slightly and gives him a suspicious glance.] 
 
POLAROID MAN:    But I'm willing to let you keep the evidence, in 
exchange for a small donation to the Church of Millennial 
Consciousness. 
 
CATHERINE:    I'm just waiting for my husband to help me with the 
luggage. 
 
POLAROID MAN:    Ah, but you see, our church is not content to wait. 
We're actively spreading enlightenment and education about the glorious 
harmonic convergence that will dawn at the stroke of midnight in the 
year 2001. 
 
[He reaches out to hand Catherine the Polaroid he has taken.] 
 
[Frank is driving the jeep in the parking area. A message over the 
loudspeaker indicates that the area is for loading and unloading 
passengers only and all unattended vehicles will be towed away. The 
jeep draws up outside the waiting area doors.] 
 
CATHERINE:    There are my bags.  
 
[Their bags appear on the luggage conveyor belt.] 
 
POLAROID MAN:    Please. 
 
[He smiles pleadingly.] 
 
[Frank, in the jeep, checks on Jordan, who is lying down asleep on the 
back seat.] 
 
[In the airport lounge, Catherine has her handbag open.] 
 
POLAROID MAN:    Bless you. We will hold a special place for you at the 
millennium. 
 
[Catherine hands him some money.] 
 
CATHERINE:    Sure. 
 
[The Polaroid Man has a small, metal, tack-like object hidden between 
his fingers. As he takes the money from Catherine she is pricked.  
She's stunned and soon becomes drowsy and weak. As the Polaroid Man 
takes her under his arm and leads her away the paper dove slips from 
her hand and drops onto the floor.] 
 
[Frank enters the airport lounge, which is now almost empty. He sees 
the paper dove on the floor, picks it up and looks around. He sees 
their luggage, still on the conveyor belt.] 
 
FRANK:    (quietly) Catherine. 
 
[He crushes the paper dove in his fist, realizing something terrible 
has happened.] 
 
[Cut to Polaroid Man leading a drugged Catherine past a man and a woman 
who are handing out religious leaflets.] 
 
LEAFLET MAN:    Would you care for a copy of our literature today? 
 
[The Polaroid Man drops a small, empty bottle as he and Catherine leave 
by a nearby door.  It lands noisily on the floor. The Leaflet Man looks 
at his companion and picks up the bottle.] 
 
LEAFLET MAN:    She's drunk. 
 
[The Polaroid Man takes Catherine out of the lounge by an exit-only 
door.] 
 
[Frank runs through the lounge calling Catherine's name. A woman comes 
out of the women's restroom.] 
 
FRANK:    Is my wife in there? Tall, brown hair. 
 
WOMAN:    Lo siento. No Ingles. 
 
[She walks off. Frank throws open the restroom door and calls 
Catherine's name. There's no-one there.] 
 
[The Polaroid Man and Catherine are walking along a corridor. Catherine 
is barely conscious.] 
 
[Frank is still in the lounge, calling for Catherine. He sees something 
on the floor and picks it up. It's the Polaroid photograph of 
Catherine.] 
 
[Frank picks up a nearby courtesy phone.] 
 
FRANK:    Airport police. 
 
[The response is a recorded voice.] 
 
VOICE:    You have reached the Seattle Tacoma airport information line. 
For flight information -- 
 
[Frank suddenly sees his jeep being towed away through the window. He 
drops the phone receiver to the floor and runs outside, whistling 
loudly to the tow truck driver.] 
 
FRANK:    Hey! Hey! Stop! Stop! 
 
[The truck stops as Frank slams a hand down on its hood.] 
 
FRANK:    My daughter's in the back. 
 
[Jordan is at the jeep's window, frightened.] 
 
JORDAN:    Daddy!  
 
FRANK:    (to the airport police officer) What the hell is wrong with 
you? 
 
[He unlocks the door and picks Jordan up. The airport officer looks 
apologetic and concerned.] 
 
FRANK:    I have reason to believe that my wife has been taken. Alert 
Seattle PD, Detective Giebelhouse. We have a 10-18, probable abduction. 
Do it! 
 
[The car driven by the Polaroid Man is moving through the airport 
parking garage. There is no sign of Catherine in the car with him. He 
drives over a traffic cone with a sign -- "Section Closed".] 
 
[Cut to the Polaroid photograph of Catherine.] 
 
LEAFLET MAN:    I thought she was drunk.  
 
[He's talking to Frank, who is holding Jordan.] 
 
LEAFLET MAN:    She was being held by a man, smaller than her, dark 
hair, goatee, sideburns. 
 
[The Polaroid Man's car draws up at the airport parking garage's pay 
booth, the second car in line. In the booth, the attendant receives a 
radio message.] 
 
VOICE ON RADIO:    Parking attendants. Code 4. Do not allow passage of 
a male, Caucasian, late twenties, approximately five foot six, goatee, 
sideburns, sunglasses --  
 
[The Polaroid Man hears this and purposefully drops the car park ticket 
outside of the car. He opens the door and, while leaning down, he 
removes his dark glasses.] 
 
VOICE ON RADIO:    Also possibly accompanied by an incapacitated 
female, Caucasian, mid-thirties -- 
 
[The attendant is looking around.] 
 
VOICE ON RADIO:    -- brown hair. Consider suspect armed and dangerous. 
 
[The Polaroid Man peels off his moustache and goatee, revealing a 
clean-shaven face.] 
 
VOICE ON RADIO:    Alert supervisor upon contact. 
 
[The Polaroid Man pushes the fake moustache and beard under the car and 
picks up the ticket, closing his car door. He drives his car forward 
and puts the ticket in the machine.  He turns on his radio and the 
music of the Talking Heads song "Life During Wartime" begins to play 
loudly. The attendant lets him through.] 
 
[In the airport lounge, Frank puts Jordan on a seat but she immediately 
jumps up, into his arms again.] 
 
JORDAN:    Daddy, where's Mommy? Let's go home. 
 
[Frank gets a vision -- dark ground, moving fast, a broad yellow-red 
line speeding by.] 
 
FRANK:    (to airport officer)    He's out. We have to establish a 
roadblock on the 509. If he gets to the I5, he's gone. 
 
[Night. The Polaroid Man's car is driving along the road, radio 
continuing to blare the Talking Heads. He passes a sign -- "North 509." 
The Polaroid Man sees police cars, lights and sirens, in his side 
mirror. They pass him and speed off ahead.]

{Music:  "Lived in a brownstone, lived in the ghetto, I've lived all 
over this town.  This ain't no party!  This ain't no disco!  This ain't 
no foolin' around.  No time for dancing, or lovey dovey.  I ain't got 
time for that now.  Transmit the message, to the receiver..."}

[In the airport lounge, Jordan is becoming increasingly more upset and 
Frank's worries are almost getting the better of him.] 
 
JORDAN:    Daddy, I want to go home. Daddy, I want to go home now! 
 
FRANK:    Well, we'll see. 
 
JORDAN:    No, I want to go home now! 
 
[Frank gives Jordan a quick shake.] 
 
FRANK:    Jordan! 
 
[Jordan recoils and almost starts to cry.] 
 
POLICE WOMAN:    I'll watch her, Mr. Black. 
 
[But Frank cradles Jordan, stands and walks off.] 
 
FRANK:    I'm sorry, baby. 
 
[The Polaroid Man's car draws up at the police highway roadblock, 
joining a long line of cars that is bordered by a row of burning red 
police flares.]

{Music:  "I work in the nighttime.  I might not ever get home.  This 
ain't no party!  This ain't no disco!"} 
 
[Airport lounge. Frank is holding Jordan, listening to conversations 
around. Woman's voice:    "He's definitely off the airport grounds." 
Other voices overlapping:    "Reports of a blue Chevy truck." "Daddy I 
want to go home now."  He experiences another vision, as before -- 
speeding over black road with broad yellow-red line.] 
 
FRANK:    (to himself) I have to go to the roadblock. 
 
[Peter Watts, Carol Finley, and two other Millennium Group members 
suddenly enter the airport lounge, moving quickly.] 
 
FINLEY:    I'll take her home, Frank. 
 
FRANK:    (to Jordan) It's okay. 
 
[He kisses her and puts her down.] 
 
FRANK:    Peter, how did you -- 
 
PETER:    Let's go. 
 
[Peter Watts drives. Approaching the roadblock, Frank receives another 
vision -- Catherine's face pressed up against a wide metal mesh, duct 
tape over her mouth.] 
 
FRANK:    Stop here. 
 
[Peter draws over onto the grass. Frank gets out and quickly starts to 
check the cars lined up at the police roadblock, staring inside 
windows. The music from the Polaroid Man's radio can be heard from 
somewhere in the crowd of vehicles.]

{Music: "Somebody see you up there.  I got some groceries, some peanut 
butter, to last a couple of days.  But I ain't got no speakers, ain't 
got no headphones, ain't got no records to play..."}

[The Polaroid Man glances nervously in his side mirror.]

{Music: "Why stay in college? Why go to night school?  Gonna be 
different this time.  Can't write a letter, can't send a postcard, 
I can't write nothing at all."}

[Frank stops searching cars, despairing when he sees the yellow line 
painted down the middle of the highway.  The yellow line has become a 
red color in the rear brake lights of the cars, with some darker spots. 
It's the same line as seen in his vision.] 
 
FRANK:    Oh, Catherine.

{Music: "This ain't no party.  This ain't no disco.  This ain't no 
foolin' around.  I'd like to kiss you.  I'd love you hold you.  I ain't 
got no time for that now..."} 
 
[The Polaroid Man pulls up at the front of the roadblock. An officer 
tells him to pull the car over.]

{Music: "Trouble in transit.  Got through the roadblock.  We blended in 
with the crowd..."} 
 
POLAROID MAN:    Evenin', officer. 
 
COP:    License? 
 
[Frank has another vision of Catherine behind the metal mesh. He sees a 
Ford truck with a covered pick-up bed nearby.] 
 
COP:    (to Polaroid Man) Would you pop this hood, please? 
 
[Frank grasps the handle at the back of the Ford truck. He pulls it up 
to reveal cages but they contain dogs which then begin to bark at him.] 
 
[The police are searching the back of the Polaroid Man's truck, pulling 
up the rear cover. It is completely empty.] 
 
COP:    (to Polaroid Man) Alright, move along. 
 
[Frank is approaching the front of the roadblock but is still checking 
cars as he goes. As the Polaroid Man's truck pulls away, the camera 
pans down and we see there is a metal cage slung underneath of the 
vehicle. It contains a figure -- Catherine. The truck goes off into the 
distance as Frank stands there, looking around him.] 
 
[Cut to a view of Catherine, her mouth bound by duct tape. The road 
passes quickly beneath her.]


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[Fade from white to an exterior of the yellow house at night. Police 
cars are parked there. There's the sound of police radio traffic. Two 
police officers enter the house. We see the Black family luggage. Frank 
picks up one of the bags. His breathing shows he's distressed, trying 
to keep control. Peter enters.] 
 
PETER:    Canadian border checkpoints have been notified. APBs down the 
coast to San Diego, east to Billings. The Bureau --  
 
FRANK:    Pete. I've known this dangerous level of anger. I mean, with 
everything. I've never felt so helpless. 
 
[He turns to face Peter.] 
 
PETER:    That's why the Millennium Group is here, Frank. (pause) Why 
it always has been. 
 
FINLEY:    Frank. 
 
[Frank looks up the stairs.] 
 
FINLEY:    Jordan wants you. 
 
[Frank goes into Jordan's bedroom, unbuttons his coat, and sits on the 
bed.] 
 
FRANK:    Sweetheart. Do you remember when we talked about being sorry? 
 
[Jordan nods.] 
 
FRANK:    I'm very sorry for yelling at you at the airport. I was 
wrong.  I love you very much. There's something else that we need to 
talk about. 
 
JORDAN:    Hey, Dad. There's angels over there. 
 
[Frank looks over to the corner of Jordan's bedroom. There are some 
shafts of moonlight coming through the window from outside. Frank turns 
back to Jordan and lets out a heavy sigh.] 
 
FRANK:    'night. 
 
[The night sky. The two-tailed comet is set against the stars. The 
Polaroid Man is watching it, standing next to his car in a field. A 
bright light suddenly illuminates him and he puts up one hand to shield 
his eyes. They are the headlights of an approaching police car. The car 
stops and an officer gets out.] 
 
POLAROID MAN:    Hey, turn 'em off, man! Turn 'em off! Your headlights! 
It'll take my eyes forever to re-adjust. 
 
COP:    What's so important you need to see out here in the middle of 
nowhere? 
 
POLAROID MAN:    The comet, man. Look. 
 
[The cop looks up at the sky.] 
 
POLAROID MAN:    Haven't you heard about it? 
 
[The cop turns off his headlights, closes the door and approaches.] 
 
COP:    Brother, if the Mariners didn't win that day I don't even 
bother with the news. 
 
[The Polaroid Man laughs.] 
 
POLAROID MAN:    Oh, man. You should hear about this. This is 
important. 
 
COP:    Why's that? 
 
POLAROID MAN:    Oh, its scientific name is P1997-Vanson-West. We 
discovered it about six months ago, but it's always been there. Always. 
[The cop is shining a flashlight over the car, its wheels, etc.] Its 
orbit is nearly a thousand years old. The Millennium Comet. Last couple 
of times around it could only be seen near equatorial locations so all 
the great civilizations missed it, but it was there. It was there. [The 
cop lifts up a corner of the cover on the back of the truck.] The 
Mayans saw it, just before a plague wiped out half their civilization. 
The Sailendra Kingdom saw it just before Tangkubanperahu erupted. 
 
COP:    Sounds to me like you might be making some of this up as you go 
along. 
 
POLAROID MAN:    Make it up? No, man, no. It's right there. Each night, 
appearing in Gemini, the twins. Look, look, look. You can see it has 
two tails. Just in time for the year 2000. That's weird, huh? 
 
COP:    You think it's some kind of omen, do you? 
 
POLAROID MAN:    Yeah, I know it is. You see, we're being told that we 
have a choice in the millennial outcome. One path, or the other. 
 
COP:    Well, lookit!  Says the Sea Hawks are gonna win the AFC West. 
 
[The Polaroid Man laughs.] 
 
POLAROID MAN:    That's funny. 
 
COP:    Now, sir. What is it you're really doing out here? 
 
POLAROID MAN:    I'm just taking some pictures.  That's it. 
 
COP:     (indicating the Polaroid camera) Well, a smart fella like you 
ought to know nothing's gonna come out taking pictures of a comet with 
that thing. 
 
POLAROID MAN:    Thanks for the pointer, officer. 
 
[The officer walks back to his car.] 
 
POLAROID MAN:    (quietly) I smell bacon, I smell pork, run little 
piggy, I got a fork. 
 
[The Polaroid Man takes a Polaroid photograph of the cop in his car.] 
 
[Cut to the Polaroid of Catherine in an evidence bag on a desk.] 
 
FRANK:    I guess that deep down I knew this was how it would come. 
Thought I did everything I could to stop this from happening. What did 
I overlook? What could I have done? And now, what must I sacrifice to 
have her back safe? 
 
[Peter and Frank are sitting at a table in Frank's kitchen.] 
 
PETER:    Sacrifice. 
 
FRANK:    Yeah. 
 
PETER:    Do you know why I have three daughters? 
 
FRANK:    No. 
 
PETER:    When we got married I told Barbara two kids -- tops. So we 
had our two -- girls. And I love Taylor and Erin more than I could ever 
say. But I wanted a boy, for reasons that I don't have to explain to 
another guy. So we gave it a whirl. Had Chelsea. 
 
[They both smile.] 
 
PETER:    Well, I started to think, and then believe, that Fate or God 
or whatever had something against me. So, we thought we'd give it one 
more try. This was back in '85, when I was working with the Bureau, 
Syracuse. We got a call one day, out in Solvay. Some kids found a 
cooler -- like you'd take camping or on a picnic -- floating in 
Onandaga Lake. Inside, a body of four month old boy. No head, no arms. 
Just so whoever could fit the body inside. A tiny, little, harmless 
boy. And here I was. I'd have given anything to be the father of a son. 
Anything. So, somehow, I came to believe that if I could find the 
monster, the evil that did this, that I would be rewarded with a son. 
You can imagine how tough it was with no possible description.  The 
body was severely decomposed in the polluted water, no witnesses. But I 
went at it every single day. Any lead, any trace, year after year. In 
the meantime, I wouldn't let Barbara get pregnant, and I couldn't tell 
her why because this was my secret pact with God. But she was getting 
older and time was going by for both of us to have this last child. And 
I asked myself, what did I do wrong? What did I overlook? And it got to 
the point where I said that I would sacrifice having a son if I could 
find who did this -- to my boy. So, that's why I have three daughters. 
 
FRANK:    And the pact you made? 
 
PETER:    I'm still keeping up my end. I can't speak for who I made it 
with. But I'm starting to wonder if you can sacrifice one thing to get 
another. I know there's a price to be paid. 
 
FRANK:    It's getting late. Maybe you should check in on your girls.  
 
[Peter gets up, pats Frank on the back and leaves. Frank closes his 
eyes and sighs.] 
 
[Frank carries the luggage upstairs. He starts to pull some clothing 
out of one of the bags before pausing in a moment of grief.] 
 
[Cut to a darkened basement. The Polaroid Man is tying Catherine's 
hands to a beam above her head. He traces the outline of Catherine's 
chest, keeping his hands just inches away from her breasts.] 
 
POLAROID MAN:    Hoo-hah. I'd say that was a bit more exciting than a 
ride on the Matterhorn. And you didn't even have to wait in line. But 
now is the wait. Yeah, now we wait. 
 
[He picks up his Polaroid camera.] 
 
CATHERINE:    For what? 
 
[The camera flashes as he takes a photograph.] 
 
POLAROID MAN:    For what? Oh, tut, tut, tut. Now -- 
 
[He pins the still developing Polaroid to the wall, within a painted 
ouroboros.] 
 
POLAROID MAN:    For who. 
 
[The picture slowly develops, showing an image of a bound and helpless 
Catherine.]

[Fade to black.]


--------- commercial segment ---------
 
 
[Fade in from white.] 
 
[The yellow house. Morning.] 
 
[Frank enters Jordan's room, where she is still asleep. He suddenly 
turns as he hears an unexpected noise from downstairs.] 
 
[In the basement there is a man at Frank's computer, typing. Frank 
approaches from behind and then lunges at him.  Frank gets the stranger 
into a headlock before seeing that there's a second man present as 
well.] 
 
DICKY BIRD:    Ooh, yeah!  Get him, Mr. Sunshine! 
 
ROEDECKER:    Take your stinking paws off of me, you damn dirty ape. 
 
FRANK:    You know this guy, Dicky Bird? 
 
[Peter's voice from upstairs:    Frank! Frank!] 
 
DICKY BIRD:    I've never seen him before, Monsieur Noir. 
 
PETER:    Frank! 
 
[Peter runs down the basement stairs.] 
 
FRANK:    Nice surprise. 
 
PETER:    I sent these guys down here. You know D.B. This is Brian 
Roedecker, systems specialist working for the group now. 
 
ROEDECKER:    (hoarsely) You fractured my hyoid. 
 
FRANK:    Anything new? 
 
PETER:    No. But I had these guys download some information and add a 
security system to your computer.  That might give us a direction. 
 
FRANK:    Security system? 
 
ROEDECKER:    We've installed a V.A.S. 16/24A to your desktop. From 
this point on, files originating from and designated compartmentalized 
by the Millennium Group can only be opened by an included phrase from 
your unique vocal signature. 
 
FRANK:    This a new policy? 
 
PETER:    The Group feels you are ready to receive more sensitive 
material. 
 
ROEDECKER:    This is how it works. When a file is designated 
compartmentalized, double-click this icon, speak clearly into the 
microphone and say, "Soylent Green is people." 
 
PETER:    Couldn't he just say his name? 
 
ROEDECKER:    He could. But I was under the impression that security 
was the priority. "Soylent Green is people" is not only an obscure 
reference to the last great American film, and therefore unlikely to be 
cracked by a hacker attempting random code phrases, but the six 
syllable pattern encompasses each frequency and vocal intonation unique 
to Mr. Black, therefore rendering replication nearly impossible and 
thus security foolproof. 
 
[Frank sits at the computer and speaks into the microphone.] 
 
FRANK:    Soylent Green is people. 
 
[Dicky Bird and Roedecker giggle.] 
 
PETER:    Guys! 
 
[The two of them leave, still giggling.] 
 
[The screen shows:    "Welcome Frank. There are 833 days remaining."] 
 
PETER:    Better, I guess, that they're working for our side than the 
other. 
 
[Frank's computer shows a color photograph of the Polaroid Man.  The 
image accompanies a personnel record from the United States Army 
listing data, background information, and presenting fingerprints.] 
 
FRANK:    That's him. His name, his alias, his history, everything. 
You've had this for a while. You gave it to the Seattle Police and to 
the Bureau. Why not to me? [Frank slams his hand on the desk.] Why not 
to me, Peter? 
 
PETER:    Frank, you're a good man, and you're an exceptional 
candidate, but the Millennium Group is involved in an unprecedented 
arena and we're gonna make mistakes for which we will not apologize. 
However, the Group feels you should know that his interest in you is 
because of our interest in you. That's all I can tell you right now. 
But we'll be out there pulling out the stops to find him. You have this 
information now. Set aside your anger, forget your helplessness and 
point us in the right direction by getting deeper than you ever have 
before into a man's head. (pause) But not his soul. (pause) For your 
sake, not his soul. 
 
[Peter leaves. Frank turns back to focus on the display of the Polaroid 
Man's photograph.] 
 
POLAROID MAN:    (V.O.) He's working very hard to find you. Me. Us. 
 
[Fade to the Polariod Man's basement.  The Polaroid Man stands behind 
Catherine's hanging form.  She looks exhausted, covered in sweat.] 
 
POLAROID MAN:    You are so lucky, Cathy, to have someone who loves 
you. I think, no, I know Frank would die for you. You think? Cathy? 
Would you die for him? 
 
[The Polaroid Man is now holding up a large knife. He's standing in 
front of Catherine, then moving around her, very close, menacing.] 
 
POLAROID MAN:    Would you, could you, in a house?  Would you, could 
you, with a mouse? Would you, could you, die for God? If I told you, 
Cathy, that all that jazz you've been hearing so much about -- the 
throne of God, a sea of glass, the seven veils, the seven seals, the 
seven plagues, the slain lamb with seven eyes and seven thorns. Fear 
God and give glory to him for the hour of his kingdom has come. And the 
beast of the sea and the beast of the land cast into a lake of fire. 
And then, ah, to live and reign with Christ for a thousand years of 
peace and love. If I told you, Cathy, that I know that Frank will know, 
it is all true, would you die, be beheaded, for your witness to the 
word of -- [He throws the knife to the floor.] -- God? So that your 
little daughter, your beautiful little daughter [He switches off the 
basement light.] would you die for God then? [He touches her face.] 
Would you, could you -- [He pushes her face to her left and shines a 
flashlight onto a shape, almost completely covered by a blanket, 
showing only a mop of brown curly hair. Catherine gasps in grief. The 
Polaroid Man goes over and touches the hair.] Because I won't. No, they 
asked me to but I won't. [Catherine is crying.] They're gonna ask Frank 
and if he's willing to give his life for you, I know he's willing to 
give his life for God. [He's now back in front of Catherine, shining 
his flashlight in her face.] Don't you think, Cathy? But I'm not gonna 
let him, okay? Because I am the end -- [He puts his hand behind her 
back.  She cries out again and again.] -- the question that ends here. 
I am the first and I am the last, I am the alpha and I am the omega, I 
am the beginning and I am the end. And soon he will come to understand 
this as he works to get inside me.  With me his gift his useless. 
 
[In his own basement, Frank is going through the detailed information 
on his computer.  He's looking at family photographs, images from the 
Polaroid Man's childhood.  He reviews applications made to the 
University of California-Berkley, Georgetown University, and financial 
aid applications.  He examines the Polaroid Man's United States Army 
file once more and reads over the official police report filed on 
Catherine's abuduction.] 
 
POLAROID MAN:    [V.O.] I don't fit into the serial killer profile he's 
come to understand. Now, I am so far beyond. I wasn't from a broken 
home; he'll find no homicidal triad in my childhood, no setting of 
fires, no bed wetting, no cruelty to animals. I've had a formal 
education, responsibility, money. Until recently, not a loner. He'll 
work on the principle that behavior reflects personality. He'll 
evaluate the criminal act itself, then the specifics of the crime 
scene, analyze the victim -- which, of course, he knows well -- before 
attempting the development of a profile with critical offender 
characteristics. This will lead him nowhere, absolutely nowhere, 
because until now I've committed no crime. This is something he's never 
experienced before. Frustrated, agonized, angry even, he'll turn to 
those torturous photographs I'm so fond of mailing him. 

[Frank reaches out for an immense pile of Polaroid photographs that are 
lying atop his desk next to the computer, the photographs that the 
Polaroid Man has been periodically sending for months.  Each image is a 
candid portrait of Catherine and Jordan taken in public.]

POLAROID MAN:    [V.O.] He'll consider complex theories regarding 
grandiose subtypes of delusional disorder or even photographic 
paraphilia, blah, blah, blah. Ultimately he will sense none of it 
applies. Then, once his search turns away from me and you, his gift 
will point him in the right direction. 

[Frank begins to experience flashing visions -- visions of the yellow 
house, then another house with the number 108]. 

POLAROID MAN:    [V.O.] He'll understand this is all about him. The 
profile will become about him, who he is, who he'll be, who he's been. 
 
[Frank pulls open a filing cabinet drawer labeled "PERSONAL" and 
searches through the files. He pulls out one file regarding a house, 
108 Mariner Lane, Seattle.] 
 
[Day. Frank is in his car outside of the house on Mariner Lane.] 
 
FRANK:    [V.O.] It was the house Catherine and I lived in before 
moving to work with the Minneapolis Bureau. County records show the 
house was purchased two weeks after we returned to the area. The 
current owners' whereabouts are unknown. Although observing the 
location and witnessing no activity or evidence applicable to a search 
warrant, I believe they are there. 
 
[A team of F.B.I. agents and police officers breaks down the front 
door.] 
 
VOICES:    Federal Agents! We are entering in exigent circumstances 
under suspicion of mortal danger to Catherine Black. Go! Go! Go! Move! 
Move! Come on, let's move! 
 
[Agent voices:    "Room clear!", "Upstairs clear!", etc. Frank watches 
Peter talk to a senior officer who is shaking his head.] 
 
[The search having found nothing, the police have left. Frank remains, 
alone.  He begins to search frantically throughout the vacant house, 
running his fingers over window frames, pulling on drapes, looking over 
walls, over shelves, pulling open drawers and cabinets and running his 
hands through them.  As night falls he continues the search with a 
flashlight.] 
 
POLAROID MAN:    [V.O.] Long after the others have given up and gone 
home to their yellow houses he'll stay because he senses, because he 
knows something is there. And he'll find it. He'll find the answer. And 
he'll find the question. 
 
[In an empty basement cabinet, shining his flashlight inside, Frank 
discovers a single Polaroid.  The image depicts a house.  He picks it 
up and looks at it in the beam of his flashlight. He turns it over.  On 
the back of it is written "The beginning and the end".]


--------- commercial segment ---------
 
 
[Fade from white.] 
 
[The photo of the house is propped up on Frank's keyboard. He's made 
some notes on a pad and a drawing of a house. The monitor shows a 
detailed topographical map. Frank is zooming in on various areas of the 
map, finally focusing on an isolated house. He picks up his phone and 
pushes redial.] 
 
PETER:    Watts. 
 
FRANK:    Found him.  Positive. 
 
PETER:    Frank, after today the police will be reluctant and I'd need 
time to get some people together. Frank? You've waited this long, let's 
do it right. Can't you wait a few hours longer? 
 
[Frank hangs up. He goes to his filing cabinet, pulls open one of the 
drawers, and retrieves a gun from the back.  The phone is ringing. He 
ignores it as he loads the gun.] 
 
[Peter switches off his cell phone. Sitting across from him at a desk 
is another, older man.] 
 
OTHER MAN:    He's only doing what we should have done by now. Help 
him. 
 
[Peter gets up and goes off.] 
 
[Frank Black is running toward a house surrounded by trees at night, 
pausing to occasionally hide behind a tree trunk. He runs up to the 
front steps and points his gun at the open front door. Frank goes up 
the steps and eases open the screen door. He hesitantly enters the 
house.  The walls are covered with Polaroid photographs. There's a 
trail of Polaroids leading across the floor. He picks one up -- it's a 
close-up of Catherine's eyes. He moves ahead and stops to slide his 
hand under a closed door, checking carefully for booby traps, before 
gently turning the door handle. The knob squeaks and the door opens.  
It's a door to a basement.  Frank edges down the stairs, into the 
darkness, gun ready. Again, the walls are covered with Polaroids. 
There's suddenly a blinding flash. Frank fires, repeatedly. Catherine 
screams.] 
 
FRANK:    Catherine? Is he down here? 
 
CATHERINE:    Jordan. 
 
FRANK:    What? 
 
CATHERINE:    Jordan's down here. 
 
[Frank switches on his flashlight.] 
 
CATHERINE:    There. 
 
[Frank goes over to the blanket.] 
 
CATHERINE:    She's dead. 
 
[Frank picks up the object -- it's a dummy's head.] 
 
FRANK:    She's home. She's safe. 
 
[An extended yell comes from the depths of the basement.  As Catherine 
shouts a warning, the Polaroid Man lunges forward at Frank with a knife 
in his hand. The blade stabs into Frank's left shoulder.  The two 
grapple with each other until the Polaroid Man has Frank pinned to the 
floor.  The gun falls from Frank's hand.] 
 
POLAROID MAN:    You think you know me, Frank, But you don't them. 
 
[Frank gets in a blow.  The Polaroid camera, lying to one side on the 
basement floor, is triggered.  Catherine watches in horror as Frank 
turns the knife on the Polaroid Man and drives it into his stomach.  
Holding the knife tightly, Frank uses it to turn Polaroid Man and push 
him against the wall.  He withdraws the knife only to plunge it into 
the Polaroid Man again and again.  Each time Frank stabs him there is a 
series of flashes from the camera.  There are flashes seen of the 
series of Polaroids sent to Frank, images of Catherine and Jordan that 
were taken while they were stalked.  Frank stabs again and again, 
looking up at the countless photographs lining the basement walls. 
Catherine turns away, unable to bear the sight. The Polaroid Man falls 
to the ground and Frank finally drops the bloodied knife to the floor.] 
 
[Catherine and Frank slowly exit the front door of the house, 
separately. Frank looks up into the night sky and stares for some time 
at the two-tailed comet -- as in the opening scene of the episode.] 
 
[Police cars line up outside the house.  Officers are now all over the 
property, in and out of the house. Voices are heard from the police 
radios.] 
 
[Another car draws up and Cop #1 gets out and calls over to another 
cop.] 
 
COP#1:    Mike?  You got those statements?

COP#2:    Here you go, sir. 
 
[Cop #2 goes over to Cop #1 and hands over some papers. In the back of 
one police car are Frank and Catherine, sitting apart from one another. 
Frank has had his shoulder bandaged and Catherine is swathed in a 
blanket. Another man, wearing a plain suit, comes over and opens the 
back door on Catherine's side.] 
 
MAN:    Mr. and Mrs. Black? What happened here tonight is that Mr. 
Black, with undeniable evidence, fearing for the life of his abducted 
wife and the security of his family, was placed in grave jeopardy and 
forcibly defended his own life, thus subsequently eliminating any 
further concern for his family's wellbeing. 
 
[Frank has turned his blood spattered face away from the man. Catherine 
looks at Frank, then back at the man.] 
 
CATHERINE:    Yes, sir. 
 
[The man leaves and gets back into the car he arrived in. Frank leans 
forward to see who else is in the car -- Peter Watts.] 
 
[The yellow house at dawn. Catherine walks quietly into Jordan's 
bedroom. Jordan wakes up.] 
 
JORDAN:    Mommy! 
 
[Catherine sits on the bed while Frank watches from the doorway.] 
 
JORDAN:    I missed you. I'm so glad you're back. 
 
[Catherine picks her up and hugs her.] 
 
JORDAN:    Mom? There were angels over there but now they're gone. 
 
[Catherine hugs her again and looks over to Frank.] 
 
[In his bathroom Frank is washing his hands in the basin, filling the 
water with the blood. After a moment he picks up his toothbrush and 
then other belongings, putting them into a small bag. In the bedroom, 
Catherine is putting some clothes in a bag. Frank enters.] 
 
CATHERINE:    I don't know yet (pause) if it was wrong, what you did. 
 
FRANK:    Neither do I. 
 
CATHERINE:    And I'm not ungrateful, Frank, because I wanted him dead. 
 
[Frank nods. Catherine continues packing the bag.] 
 
CATHERINE:    But I feel like you lost something. Sacrificed -- 
something, for the safety of Jordan and me. And I need time. You need 
time, and distance, to know if we can ever get it back again. 
 
[Frank leaves the house by the side door, throwing his bag into his 
jeep.  He gets in with some difficulty because of his shoulder wound. 
Back in the bedroom, Catherine hears the car start. Frank drives onto 
the road.  He stops to look at the yellow house.  The sun has risen and 
daylight is becoming stronger.  After a pause Frank turns his head and 
then drives away.] 
 
[Fade to black.]

[The credit fades in from black... ]


Executive Producers: James Wong & Glen Morgan

Executive Producer: Chris Carter


---------  commercial segment  ---------


[PREVIEW of next week's Millennium -- no image description]

  Voice Over: "A small town shrouded in mystery."

  Frank: "Close the door!"

  Voice Over: "A dark force that shows no mercy.  
  
  [Ferocious dogs barking.]

  Voice Over: "One man has a chance to stop the terror."

  Frank: "Call off your dogs."

  Old Man: "They ain't my dogs."

  Voice Over: "Who will rule the night?  An all-new Millennium, next
  Friday at 9:00pm, 8:00pm central on Fox."


[End titles roll]


Ten Thirteen Productions
in association with

20th Century Fox Television (R)
A News Corporation Company

Guest Starring

Doug Hutchison 
Allan Zinyk 
 
Co-starring 
 
Judith Maxie (Finley) 
Drew Reichelt (Dicky Bird Perkins)
Mitch Kosterman (Sheriff) 
Alan Robertson (Elderly Man 
Norman Armour (Suited Man)


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