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Relax. They'll be here.

Bank's going to close in five minutes.

Sure it wasn't a bogus tip?

No, it's real.

I've been on this long enough.

I know the difference.

Besides, I can feel it.

I can feel them; I'm inside their heads.

Just as long as you keep yours.

Message received, Agent Scully, loud and clear.

Position five.

It's Agent Willis.

Do you copy?

What, are you nervous?

Nope.

I just don't want our luck to run out.

Baby, you are my luck.

No matter what happens,

whenever I look up at the stars,

I know you're going to be looking up at the same ones.

The same ones, baby.

You make every day like New Year's Eve.

Open up, people!

Get down on the floor now!

You get down on the floor!

I ain't messing around here!

I want you to get down on the floor now... or you're dead.

Everyone, you over there, get down on the floor,

or I'll execute every one of you! Move!

Move! Put the money in the bag now!

Now! Move it!

Faster...

Dupre!

Drop the gun. FBI.

Drop the gun!

Now!

I need more saline in here, stat.

Up to 360, now.

11 minutes, 55 seconds.

Clear.

Come on, Jack.

He's been flatlined for over 12 minutes.

Another amp of epi, and we'll go again

at 360.

Clear.

Still no pulse.

We've done all we can.

I'm sorry.

All right, let's call it.

Do you want me to pronounce?

No.

You can't give up on him.

It's been 13 minutes. He's dead.

Go up to 400.

We lost him. Let him go.

I'm a doctor. Go up to 400 or I'll do it myself.

Clear.

- Still no pulse. - Give him another amp of epi intracardial

and go up to 400 again.

Do it.

Clear.

Again.

Come on, Jack.

Clear.

Come on.

We got a rhythm.

Don't ask me how, but he's back.

BP's 80/50 and climbing.

90/50...

Hello, Mr. Goldbaum, how are we doing tonight?

- Any word from Willis? - Still missing.

He hasn't been home or checked in with the office.

I heard something on the way down about a mutilation?

Yeah, three fingers on Dupre's left hand

were severed by surgical shears.

We lifted prints.

They're Willis'.

You said he was chasing this guy for almost a year?

Yeah, he lived the case.

It was all he ever thought about, talked about.

What are you thinking?

That maybe this is some kind of post-trauma psychosis.

Like the way soldiers sometimes mutilate

the body of a dead enemy.

That still doesn't explain why he would just vanish.

Dupre's partner... who was she?

Lula Phillips.

They met

while she was serving a ten- year sentence for manslaughter

at the Women's Correctional Facility of Maryland.

He was a prison guard.

Until the warden found out about their secret.

According to Lula's cellmate,

they carried on quite a torrid romance.

It says here she was released on May 2, 1993.

One week before the first robbery

at Annapolis Savings and Loan.

The 65-year-old female teller was pistol-whipped.

Died from a massive subdural hemorrhage,

all because she didn't put the money in the bag fast enough.

Lovely couple.

Well, apparently they took turns... one pulling a job

while the other one drove getaway.

Between the two of them, they've killed seven people

and gotten away with close to $100,000.

That's a lot of money

now that she doesn't have to split it two ways.

Well, we're putting her face out there...

uh, local newspapers, America's Most Wanted.

Am I boring you?

They were married.

Yeah, last May in Atlantic City. So what?

So I don't think this was a simple necrophiliac mutilation.

Willis sliced and diced those fingers

to get at the wedding ring.

Anybody here?

Lula?

Baby, baby, baby.

Damn.

It's a left thumbprint.

You can see by these two bifurcations here

that whoever was holding that cleaver

was using his left hand.

What do you mean "whoever"? It was Willis.

Willis is right-handed.

I checked his pistol grip at the armory,

but all the bank surveillance tapes show

that Dupre is left-handed.

I'm not sure where you're going with this.

How long did Willis flatline before you revived him?

Just over 13 minutes.

This is the EKG strip that recorded

his cardiac activity at the time.

Now, in your medical opinion, what does that look like?

It could be anything...

an instrument malfunction, electrical overload.

But what does it look like?

Two heartbeats.

You said Dupre and Willis went

into cardiac arrest at the exact same time, right?

Right.

Which means that, for a period of minutes, both men

were technically dead.

Technically, but we resuscitated Willis.

You resuscitated his body.

Mulder.

Two men died in that crash room, Scully.

One man came back.

The question is... which one?

What can you tell me

about near-death experiences, Agent Scully?

The usual stuff... the tunnel, the light,

people rising up and viewing their own bodies.

And as a scientist, how do you account for the phenomenon?

Some sort of dissociative, hallucinatory activity.

Did you know that half of all the adults

who have had a near-death experience

cannot wear a watch?

The increased electrical activity in their bodies

renders the watches on their wrists inoperable.

Now, I know

this sounds kooky

but as any biologist will tell you

when cells die and genetic material begins to unfold,

a tremendous charge of energy is released.

Dr. Varnes believes this burst of energy

is responsible for the transformational nature

of the experience.

People do return

from the event profoundly changed.

Changed how?

Personality shifts, perceived psychic abilities

increased zest for life.

What about the negative consequences?

Well, they're rare,

but apparently, in the process of dying

there is a window of time during which the body is vulnerable.

I don't understand.

Well, there was a pilot in my support group

who died in a commuter plane crash

along with his three passengers.

This was a few years ago.

He recalls floating up

in a brilliant aura of light

and then feeling an overwhelming need

to return to his body.

He was revived in the ambulance on the way to the hospital...

the only survivor.

It was soon after that, that the visions started.

Visions of making love to his wife, but in ways and places

that weren't in his memory.

Now, it turns out

that one of the dead passengers on the plane

was having an affair with his wife.

The dead passenger's memory, his...

his consciousness

had survived through the pilot.

What happened?

Well, the pilot became

increasingly disoriented...

a schizophrenic, his doctor claims...

until one day he strangled his wife with an extension cord.

That's a nice story.

I don't discount the near-death experience

because it can be explained empirically,

by stimulation of the temporal lobe.

I sense a big "but" coming.

Well, it's still my best guess

that Jack's disappearance can be explained

in psychological, not supernatural, terms.

For instance?

The stress of the case, the trauma of being shot...

Jack's personality.

How well do you know him?

We dated for almost a year.

He was my instructor at the Academy.

The plot thickens.

We even had the same birthday.

We used to celebrate in some dive in Stafford

that had a slanting pool table.

But it was always so hard for Jack to...

relax.

It was impossible for him, really.

He was always so intense,

so relentlessly determined.

Do you believe he's predisposed

to this type of psychotic episode?

I believe it's a long way from saying

Jack had a near-death experience

to saying his body's been inhabited by Warren Dupre.

A long way.

What the hell?

You're such a creature of habit, Tommy.

Who the hell are you?

Get out of bed.

I ain't got no clothes on.

Get out of bed!

I don't want to shoot you lying down.

Look, who are you, the rent man?

'Cause I'm all paid up.

I swear. I'm not kidding you.

Come on, you can go ask Cosmo.

Shut up!

Where is she?

Where's who?

Your sister.

Lula?

Look, I don't know.

Look, I don't know, I swear!

I was just waiting to see her on the news.

What'd I tell you?

Check it out.

The sound's busted.

Looks like they're gonna find her

before you do, pal.

Is that what you think?

That's not what I think.

I miss her, Tommy.

I miss her so bad.

That's why I came back.

Do I know you from somewhere?

Everything I see, I see her.

Jesus, man, you're... you're bleeding.

Even ugliness is beautiful

because of her.

Okay, what are you doing?

You set us up, Tommy.

You sold us out to the FBI.

Dupre?

Neighbors heard a gunshot,

but nobody bothered to check it out.

The patrol guys responded this morning

to an anonymous 911 and found him here.

Except the rats found him first.

The victim's name was Thomas Phillips.

That's Lula's brother.

Well, there's not a lot of family resemblance left

between the rats and the .45 he took in the face.

Oh, I hate this nicotine stuff.

What's his story?

Oh, he's single.

He's lived here alone for seven months.

A few priors, small stuff mostly...

B and E, narcotics possession.

Nothing like his big sister.

Was the television turned on when they found him?

No. Why?

Well, I don't think Tommy was much of a reader,

since he doesn't seem to have owned any books.

And from the position of the body,

I'd say maybe he was watching the tube

when he was shot.

Print kit's right over there.

Knock yourself out.

Get out of my way, Ace.

Regulations state to gain access to a crime scene

you gotta show me some I.D.

Looks like you were right.

Excuse me.

Jack...

Is there a problem here?

No, I just, uh... I don't have any I.D.

Uh, would you tell this gentleman who I am?

It's all right, Officer; this is Agent Jack Willis.

He's with the Violent Crime Section

of the Washington Bureau.

Come on, let's talk out here.

Just doing my job, miss.

For God's sake, Willis, what happened?

Half the Bureau has been looking for you.

Where have you been?

I don't, I don't know.

I just... wasn't myself.

I just kind of... woke up out in the street.

That's all; I'm taking you back to the hospital. You're in no shape...

Oh, no, no, no, no, no way. No way! I'm staying right here.

You're not ready to be here.

Who says?

Jack, you're recovering from a major trauma.

It's a miracle you're even able to walk around.

Look, this is Tommy Phillips' place, right?

Jack...

Let me just as you something... was he killed with a .45?

- As a matter of fact, he was. - He was!

That's Lula's weapon of choice.

I know these people.

I've been after them for a long time.

We're halfway there.

Well, you did open the book on this one.

Yeah, and I'm gonna be there when it's closed.

All right.

But as a colleague and as a friend

I'm recommending you undergo a full medical evaluation...

physical and psychological.

All right, fair enough.

Jack...

good to see you back among the living.

It's good to be back.

Jack.

So what do we got here?

Mulder here found a print on the TV...

a partial oblique...

and it's not the victim's.

Good work, Agent Mulder.

I'm impressed.

That's fancy shooting.

Yeah, well, I got to get recertified

before they give me my weapon back.

Well, by the looks of it,

I wouldn't worry about recertification.

Is there anything else you wanted?

Yeah. It's, uh, Scully's birthday

and I was wondering if you'd sign that for her.

Sure.

Be glad to.

I'm always glad to celebrate the good times.

There you go.

Happy birthday, Scully.

You're two months early.

It's from Willis.

I thought you two had the same birthday.

We do.

Well, that's news to him.

I asked him to sign it.

And he signed it with his left hand.

You mean you tested him.

Yeah, after I found out that the evidence

from the Phillips murder is missing.

What evidence?

The print we lifted.

Our best lead is gone.

Someone stole it before the lab had a chance

to take a look at it.

And you think Willis is responsible?

I'm not sure

Willis is Willis.

Can you at least accept

the possibility that during

his near-death experience,

some kind of psychic transference occurred?

Can't you accept the possibility that this isn't an X File?

Aside from the expected level of post-trauma stress

Jack passed both of his evaluations...

physical and psychological.

Anyway, just because someone

forgets a birthday doesn't mean that he's been possessed.

When I was studying for my medical boards,

I forgot my birthday, too.

Did you forget how to sign your name?

This is a copy of the automobile requisition form

Willis filed the day before he was shot.

Compare the signatures.

Like I said, Mulder, stress.

We both know it can significantly affect

someone's cursive standard.

I'm afraid this doesn't prove a thing.

Agent Willis here.

Where are you going?

We got a break.

A landlord in Boyle Heights thinks he's got our girl.

Hot line?

Yeah. Saw her picture in the post office.

Here's the address.

Jack, can I ask you something?

Yeah, sure.

The Phillips murder... the print Mulder

lifted off the television... it's missing.

And?

And you were carrying the evidence back.

Are you implying something, Agent Scully?

I don't know anything about any missing print.

Now I'm ten minutes away from closing

the biggest case in my career.

Are you coming?

What's that apartment number again?

Number 202.

Oh, yeah.

What's this guy's name?

Multrevich.

Multrevich?

All right, all right, all right.

Hey, Mr. Multrevich,

I'm from the FBI... Jack Willis.

We spoke on the phone, right?

Oh, yeah.

Have you ever seen this lady?

Yeah. 207.

Two days ago.

First and last month, cash.

Where's 207?

Down the hallway, around the corner.

All right, Mr. Multrevich,

we want you to go back inside your apartment

and stay away from the windows. Thanks.

Where's our backup?

You said you called them, right?

Yeah, they should've been here ten minutes ago.

She may be running down a fire escape or something.

I'm gonna call in again.

Look.

That's her.

Where is she?

Where did she go?

I'll check back here.

Face down.

Face down!

Hands behind your back.

Now!

She's all yours, Jack.

Yeah.

Like a dog on a leash.

I already cuffed her.

They're for you, Scully. Put them on.

What's going on, Jack?

Put them on, or I'll blow you in half.

Jack...

Shut up!

Put 'em on.

Come on, baby.

Come on, get up, baby.

I want to look at you.

Your face is all dirty.

Keep your stinking hands off me.

Baby, you ain't going to believe where I've been.

Sure it's crazy.

You don't think I know it's crazy?

This isn't my face,

these aren't my hands but it's me in here.

And I know you; I know everything about you, baby.

Come on, ask me something.

Your birthday is April 7.

Your favorite color is red.

Come on.

Come on, ask me something else.

Come on! Ask me.

Okay.

Okay, what did we do after we got married?

Right after?

After that.

Well, we went down to the beach.

I took out my buck knife

and I sliced open my palm...

...and then I slit open your palm...

...and we let the blood drip down in the water.

Then what did you say to me?

I said, "This is so we can be married

in all the oceans of the world."

And then I made you a solemn oath...

...to never take this ring off my finger.

Ever.

I mean to keep that promise.

This is... this is just too weird.

I can't believe it's really you.

Don't worry, baby.

It won't make any difference in the dark.

Thank you, sir. We'll be in touch.

Hey, when do I get my reward?

We'll call you.

Now I'm worried.

12 hours with no word.

I don't get it.

Why's their car still sitting out in front?

Why didn't Willis call for backup?

Because it wasn't Willis who answered the hot line.

What are you talking about? You heard the recording.

It was Willis's voice.

Forget it, Bruskin.

Plus which, the manager just I.D.'d him and Scully.

I said forget it, Bruskin.

This isn't one of your X File theories, is it?

It doesn't matter what I think.

We're still after the same thing.

Mulder.

FBI centrex operator. Please hold.

Yeah.

Guess who, Ace?

Willis?

That depends on who you ask, don't it?

Where's Scully?

You're the FBI,

you figure it out.

Let me talk to her.

Yeah. Sure.

Mulder?

Dana, are you okay?

Don't...

Dana?

Okay. That's it.

Good-bye.

It's not going to work, Jack.

You don't think so?

Bureau policy prohibits negotiating

with kidnappers.

But you already know that, don't you, Jack?

Stop calling me that!

Your name is Jack Willis.

You were born February 23, 1957.

You live at 51 Stanhope...

My name is Warren James Dupre

and I was born in Klamath Falls, Oregon,

in the Year of the Rat.

We spent a weekend up at Pine Barrens.

You taught me how to fish through the ice.

It was your parents' cabin.

Jack, try to remember.

We drove up in a snowstorm.

Come on, Jack.

Don't think I didn't see what you did.

I was like a little slip of paper up there

on that hospital ceiling.

I saw everything.

What did you see?

You left me to die on that table

while you tried to save your friend!

You are my friend.

Too bad he was gone already.

I watched him go.

I just saw him slip away down that long, black tunnel.

No. We brought you back.

You shot me dead!

And then you let me die.

No.

You won't kill me, Jack.

You call me that one more time

and I'll make you stone-cold.

Easy, baby, easy.

Not yet.

Remember, she's our ticket.

Hey...

Got any more of this soda?

You just drank the last of it.

Soda...?

How much of that have you had?

What's it to you?

Jack Willis is diabetic.

Which means that you're diabetic.

Too much sugar in the system could lead to hyperglycemia.

Maybe that's why your stomach's hurting so bad.

Abdominal pain is the first sign

of impending diabetic coma.

You need insulin.

I feel myself getting into their heads

and I'm scared by what I'm feeling.

The intoxicating freedom

that comes from disconnecting action and consequence.

Theirs is a world where nothing matters but their own needs,

their own impossible appetites

and while the pleasure they derive from acts of violence

is clearly sexual

it also speaks to what Warden Jackson called

their operatic devotion to each other.

It's a love affair I almost envy.

Catonsville PD just reported a drugstore was broken into

right here, on the corner of Old Forge Road and Madison,

I'm betting Scully is somewhere within this five-mile radius.

Am I missing something?

200 units of NPH insulin were taken

with a box of syringes.

Willis is diabetic.

Get me a census report.

Let's see how many households we're talking about.

Quick, quick, quick.

My legs are starting to go numb.

Hold on.

What the hell...?

Drop the needle.

Without this medicine, he dies.

Yeah, so you said.

Now, put it down

unless you want me to put you down with it.

What the hell are you doing?

I need that medicine.

You still haven't figured it out, have you?

Figured what out?

It wasn't my brother who set you up.

You?

Yeah. Me.

How do you think I got away so clean, huh?

The minute you stepped into that bank,

I was out of there.

I got the money, and I got rid of you.

At least I thought I did.

Tactical room.

This is it.

Mulder.

Listen carefully.

Where's Willis?

Oh, he's lying around here somewhere.

Let me talk to Scully.

Not this time.

We don't deal unless we know

Scully is alive.

Oh, she's alive.

She's not happy, but she's alive.

You listen to me...

you lay one hand on Scully, and so help me, God...

If I were you, I'd stop talking

and start passing around the collection hat

'cause if you ever want to see Scully again

it's going to cost you a million dollars.

Have it by this time tomorrow.

I'll tell you when and where.

We got it. It's a 202 number.

- Great. - Coming through.

Here it is.

Get the address.

Forget it.

Why?

It's Scully's cellular number.

They're using her phone.

We can't trace them.

She's not happy but she's alive.

If I were you, I'd stop talking

and start passing around the collection hat.

That last part, right?

Yeah, but can you squelch the voice even more this time?

Yep.

Done.

If I were you, I'd stop talking

and start passing around the collection hat.

Yep, yep, there's something there.

Definitely something at the high end.

Let me throw on

an extra Z-14 filter...

and isolate everything over half a decibel.

If I were you, I'd stop talking

and start passing around the collection hat.

There.

That engine sound.

Let's clean it up some more.

If I were you, I'd stop talking

and start passing around the collection hat.

Is that a small plane?

Taking off, by the sound of it.

Give me a couple more minutes.

We'll guesstimate the altitude within a couple hundred feet.

Great.

All right, people, settle down and grab a seat.

Mulder says he's got something.

What? An alien virus

or new information on the Kennedy assassination?

Hey, Mulder's all right.

You should pay attention.

You might learn something from the man.

Okay, from our last phone contact

we've identified what sounds like light aircraft taking off.

Now, Washington County Regional Airport

happen to fall within our area, just south of the state line.

Now, since takeoffs are north to south,

it's a fair bet that our target area

lies along this flight path.

Now, for those of you who remember ninth-grade math

that gives us an area

of just over three square miles to cover...

roughly 1,000 households.

With 100 law enforcement officials at our disposal

at about 30 households per man per hour,

we should be able to canvass the entire area

in about three hours.

Agent Bruskin

will grid the target area

and divide it among the teams.

For those of you...

who don't know already,

this one's important to me, so, uh, let's do it right.

Thanks.

Let me see Steinberg

Calder, Westin, Stipley and Mackowicz.

Scully?

Hmm?

Huh?

Was there snow?

Yes, Jack.

There was lots of snow.

I can't...

It was December.

It was the weekend after Thanksgiving.

I remember...

a red stove.

Yeah. That's right.

There was a...

there was a wood-burning stove right in the middle of the room.

Cold.

Yeah.

So cold.

I remember I had to wrap you in a blanket

when the wood ran out.

Yeah.

No.

Jack, don't close your eyes.

Come on, keep talking.

Jack, keep talking.

Come on.

Get down on the floor! Now!

Spread or you're dead!

I'm gonna execute every one of you!

No...

No.

Shut up and do it!

Just a second!

Who is it?

This is Brother Tate.

Could I speak with you for just one moment, please?

What do you want?

Just a few minutes of your time, ma'am.

Beautiful day, isn't it?

I wonder if I can interest you in the Word of the Lord...

leather-bound in black or red.

Your choice.

Go away.

This is one-four.

Target sighted.

Well, I guess it's time to make that call.

He's dead.

It's all on you now.

He's dead because of you.

Well...

guess it's over

whoever you are.

Don't move.

Jack!

Shut up!

I love you.

Don't you know?

You're why I came back.

This is Westin.

They battened down the hatches.

There's no clear shot from this side.

What about you guys?

Ditto.

Hold your positions.

Keep radios at two.

All right.

How do we look?

Backup's in

but we still don't know what's going on in there.

We will soon enough.

I kept a bottle of medicine in the other room.

I'll go get it.

What do you say, huh?

I'll get it for you.

Look, look, look...

look, I love you.

I love you, baby.

No.

Listen, listen, listen.

We st... still have her.

We can get away with this.

I don't think so, baby.

Not this time.

Jack, put the gun down.

You remember that... light that I talked about?

No. No.

It's beautiful.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

No!

All right, FBI!

- Freeze! - FBI!

FBI...!

Scully, are you okay?

Jack!

Scully's okay.

Hi.

I got this from the morgue

along with the rest of his personal effects.

I thought you might want it.

Mm.

"Happy 35th, Love D."

I got it for him three years ago.

Next of kin?

Uh... no.

Jack was an only child.

Both his parents died when he was in college.

There's a kid over in Parklawn.

Jack's been his Big Brother

so I'm going to go and see him tomorrow.

What am I going to tell him?

The official story.

Which is?

Fugitive Lula Phillips died yesterday

in a shoot-out with Federal agents

which resulted in the death of Special Agent Jack Willis...

killed in the line of duty.

What am I supposed to tell myself?

Good night.

It's not working.

It stopped.

At 6:47.

The exact time that Jack

went into cardiac arrest at the hospital.

What does that mean?

It means...

It means whatever you want it to mean.