The X-Files: “Founder’s Mutation”
Season 10, Episode 2

Upon hearing of Mulder’s theory regarding the odd circumstances surrounding a eugenics scientist’s suicide—the scene, like so many other scenes in The X-Files, flanked by a ubiquitous G-man hanging around in the background, saying sinister things and generally advising the main players on what they can’t do—Walter Skinner (Mitch Pileggi) passively states, “The bureaucracy in the FBI has become increasingly complex and inefficient. It might take days for your incident report in order to close the investigation to make it through the proper channels. Welcome back you two.” Oh real big surprise there, Skinner. Welcome back is right.
After the broad strokes of “My Struggle” grounded us within the new paradigm of The X-Files universe, it’s up to the so-called standalone episodes to fill in the details of 15 years worth of Mulder’s (David Duchovny) and Scully’s (Gillian Anderson) emotional lives. Leave it to series stalwart James Wong, who wrote and directed this episode, to skirt the line between a pulpier, self-contained story and something much more plangent. If anything, it’s a chance to see how far Duchovny and Anderson have come as actors.
“Founder’s Mutation” begins with a grotesque cold open that, while genuinely shocking in its willingness to push the boundaries of network TV (just as previous seasons did), feels old hat by now: We know that there is some nefarious psychic mumbo jumbo at play, and we knew, as soon as Dr. Sanjay (Christopher Logan) began hearing that piercing squeal no one else could hear, our fated victim would probably end up jamming something into his head to make it stop. There is, and he does, so the glut of the episode entails Mulder and Scully working their way to the supposed source of the psychic mishap, a research facility in which a curiously aloof Dr. Goldman (Doug Savant) gives the agents a tour through a who’s who of tragic genetic abnormalities suffered by sequestered children. To get to this point, Mulder and Scully suffer enough—Mulder, especially, who experiences a bout of the same squealy, piercing head trauma as Dr. Sanjay, as well as a near random blow job care of a mistaken online liaison. Really, c’mon, Mulder: You may have spent years locked away in your unibomber-y cabin, but you can’t be so disconnected that you don’t recognize when someone you meet clandestinely in a bar is eyeing you for some strange.
In any other series, the breakneck tonal shifts—from farcical punchlines to over-earnest melodrama and back again, punctuated by one more misplaced Mulder pun—wouldn’t work one bit, but The X-Files has built an empire on such chiaroscuro. So when Mulder’s cheap gag about Goldman’s eyes bleeding (which, to Scully and Skinner’s credit, is completely ignored—like, Skinner just automatically turns around and walks away, all, “NOPE”) transitions into a sepia-tinged “flashback” of Mulder musing over time lost with his estranged son, the show never shatters under such tension. Instead, as we would with any great characters with whom we’ve spent so much time, we accept these many sides of Mulder, and we cherish the attempt—whether it works or not—to help us understand what these two would-be parents have endured for the past 15 years.