Answer me this, fellow Philes.
A couple questions for audiophiles like me:
~ In Terma, the transcripts I've seen (and perhaps also the closed captioning) have Mulder saying "I get to put my arms around you," to Scully when he makes his hero's entrance at the congressional hearing. But I've always heard it as "It's good to put my arms around you." So what's the consensus among my fellow Philes?
~ In Biogenesis (and I had the VCR tape of the original airing to prove it, back in the day) when Scully returns from New Mexico to find Mulder off his nut and locked in a padded room, the video feed she's watching clearly has Mulder screaming her name as he runs toward the camera. Why did TPTB at some unknown point replace that with a garden variety scream in the all the streaming versions that now grace our screens? Anybody ever seen or read any explanation for this? Because it really pisses me off that they did that.
Any and all answers will be deeply appreciated. Maybe I'll do a poll at some point.
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All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Terma (4x09)
There were aspects of his work as a United States Senator that Albert Sorenson preferred less than others. Proposing legislation, representing the people of his state, defending the tenets of his political party– these were all things that drove him into his line of work. Ever since he was a young man, he knew he wanted to make a difference in the world, and there were times in DC when he thought that was exactly what he was doing.
But then there were other times, other things, times when he supported a filibuster, played the game, intentionally asked the wrong questions to get the answers he wanted. Those moments were when his job started to lose its meaning.
This congressional hearing was no different.
Sorenson had very little interest in these agents, Mulder and Scully, and was unclear on the significance of the contents of the diplomatic pouch. He had been asked to be a part of the hearing, was told it was important to find the missing Agent Mulder, so he did what was expected. He was doing his job, keeping the wheels of government turning, regardless of his lack of personal understanding or involvement.
What he was unable to tolerate, however, was a federal agent pussyfooting around the questions the committee asked while refusing to give an appropriate answer. They were sitting in one of the highest courts in the country. These hearings were a serious matter, an important part of the foundation of this nation. He had no time– none of them had the time– to watch a young woman drag them through sanctimonious statements in an attempt to protect the apparent wrongdoings of her partner.
Agent Mulder’s whereabouts weren’t even the primary focus of this hearing, as far as Sorenson understood, but he would not sit idly by as their questions were ignored. He was a staunch proponent of holding insubordinate witnesses in contempt when the court was not being respected, and no one, not even a government employee, was immune to that. Had Agent Scully’s partner not walked into the room during their second session, Sorenson had no doubt they would have had to use it again.
He would have been impressed with Agent Scully’s conviction and loyalty to her partner had he not been so completely exhausted by the seemingly pointless nature of the entire hearing. Thankfully, Romine’s call for recess had cleared Sorenson’s schedule. He needed the time to focus on what mattered, to remind himself of the importance of his place as a senator.
He opened the door to his office, planning to start by catching up on the paperwork that was piled on his desk, only to find an unfamiliar man standing near it. Smoke curled around the top of his head as he turned to face him.
“Senator Sorenson,” the man said, before taking another drag of his cigarette. “It’s so nice to make your acquaintance.”
“How did you—”
The man held up his hand, looking more comfortable in the space than Sorenson ever felt himself. “Please, come in. I didn’t mean to impose. I wanted to speak to you about Agents Mulder and Scully.”
Sorenson walked through the office and around the desk and sat in his chair, his eyes never leaving the other man. “What about Agents Mulder and Scully?”
“Their work,” the man started before pausing to gather his thoughts, though Sorenson got the distinct feeling that it was all for show and he knew exactly what he was there to to say. “Their work is of great interest to me. This diplomatic pouch… its contents are not of their concern.”
“What are its contents?” Sorenson asked. He was curious, considering, despite himself, since such pouches usually contained nothing more interesting than confidential documents.
He watched as the man took a seat in the chair on the other side of his desk and took another pull from his cigarette. He held the smoke in his lungs, his dead eyes never looking away, before letting it out.
“I need you to dismiss Agent Scully’s testimony and bring this hearing to an end.”
His pointed disregard for the question made Sorenson’s heart rate pick up. He was an elected official. He had taken an oath to serve his country, protect its people and its foreign interests, and he couldn’t do so by keeping issues of international affairs in secrecy.
“Agent Scully mentioned a toxin,” Sorenson said, attempting to get information about the pouch in another way. “There have been deaths. A doctor. Two actually. It is my understanding that the death of Dr. Bonita Charne-Sayre, a virologist with the World Health Organization, may have something to do with all this.”
There wasn’t a flinch, not a single sign of recognition as the man across his desk took another drag. “Your daughter is a very beautiful young woman.”
Sorenson held his breath at the sudden shift in conversation. He could hear his pulse in his ears as he turned to look over his shoulder at the framed picture of his smiling daughter placed on the shelf under the window.
“Brenda is an accomplished equestrian, is she not?” the man asked with a calmness that made Sorenson’s blood freeze in his veins. “Dr. Charne-Sayre was involved in a horse accident recently, it seems. Pity. I hope Brenda will fare better with her horses.”
Sorenson was an honorable man. He may be a politician, but he didn’t lie. Typically. And if he did, it was for good reason. He worked towards the truth. He did what was right.
But his daughter was his world.
He took a deep breath, smoke burning the inside of his nose. “What do you need?”
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Termas de Chaves apresenta ‘app’ para alavancar turismo termal
A primeira aplicação para telemóveis vocacionada para o turismo termal em Portugal vai ser lançada pelas Termas de Chaves. A app vai ser anunciada na próxima terça-feira, dia 21, e agrega informação sobre os programas termais, eventos e locais turísticos.
A recém-criada aplicação ‘mobile’ “Termas de Chaves – Turismo Termal” agrega informação sobre a oferta termal, locais turísticos a visitar na cidade, eventos a decorrer, ainda espaços onde comer e experiências a realizar, tais como a Estrada Nacional 2 (EN 2), que percorre o país de norte a sul (Chaves – Faro), ou os trilhos disponíveis na região.
As termas, localizadas em Chaves, já iniciaram época termal deste ano no passado dia 01 de fevereiro. Para 2023, o balneário termal preparou novos programas de termalismo, novas propostas ao nível do Spa, novidades na linha dermocosmética.
Nesse mesmo dia vão ainda ser apresentados os novos programas “Termais EN2” que são vocacionados para as necessidades específicas dos que fazem este “mítico percurso” que tem o seu quilómetro zero, em Chaves, e ainda os programas de curta duração: respiratório, antifadiga, reafirmante, ‘shape’, recondicionamento, grávidas e pós-parto.
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