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You people were
told this was coming.

This is the first phase
in a relocation project

that will see you
transferred to the old
Franklin Hospital

in Bucks County!

Any personal items
collected tonight

by the U.S. Department
of Housing
and Urban Development

can be retrieved

at our field office at 1804
South Walnut Street.

Which is where I'll be.

Hey, give me a ride
back to the field office.

Your street is next!

Tomorrow morning!
You've been warned.

Hey! Hey, come on!

Landry. Cutler.

You still down there?
Everything okay?

Any problems?

Oh!

Somebody out there?

This is Joseph Cutler.

I'm at 1809 South Walnut.
There's an intruder.

Sir, we're
notifying the police.
Are you in danger?

Hello?

Sir, tell us
what's happening.

Hello?

Sir, are you there?

I'm Special Agent
Dana Scully, and this is
Special Agent Fox Mulder.

Detective?

How you doing?

I'm Aaron Dross.
I called the Bureau.

They said that you two have
experience with these, um...

Spooky cases.

Well, I don't want to be
confrontational here, but...

It wouldn't be Philadelphia

without a certain degree
of confrontation, right?

Look, all I'm saying is just
because I called for a hand

doesn't mean I'm looking to

pass off this investigation
to you.

I'm sure I don't have to
point out to you, Detective,

that the FBI has
jurisdiction over

the murder of
a federal employee.

Have you tried
polyvinyl siloxane

to try to lift the print?

It's not that I can't
lift a print, it's just...

There's no prints
to lift.

A footprint is here,
but there are no ridges.

Well, it looks like
this person was born
without footprints.

Which is impossible,
by the way.

Where was
the victim found?

He's still here.

He's there.

And, uh, his head

is in a trash can here.

Not even in
the proper recycling bin.

Both arms
are gone, too.

Must have been
a sword or machete.

Hmm.

The supraspinatus
and the deltoideus

appear to be shredded
from the torso, not severed,

as do the other
points of separation.

So what are you telling me,

that he was pulled apart?

Well, I don't think

that would be
possible for a...

For a single
human being.

You know, the homeless
out there,

they hate this guy,
this Cutler.

See him
as a reason for them
having to relocate

out to the old
Franklin Hospital.

When a medieval prisoner

was drawn
and quartered,

it took four horses
charging off

in four directions
at full speed

to tear him apart.

Bill, I'm at
a crime scene.
Is everything okay?

Are you still
in Germany?

Okay.

Okay.

Scully?

That was, uh...
That was my brother.

He just...

The EMTs found
his phone number.

My mom's just had
a heart attack.

She's in ICU in D.C.

You go.

Go.
Yeah.

Here are the four
mounted security cameras.

There's the first one
knocked out of position.

Then the second one.

And the third.

And I saw that
Cutler's was knocked out.

But Cutler's
eye-line is trained
above the door,

about Tim Duncan height.

We can eliminate any 76ers,
'cause those guys
can't find the rim.

Oh.

Look at that.

The billboard
outside Cutler's office.

At the time of the murder,
there's no artwork
on it or graffiti.

That street art
was put up this morning.

After Cutler's murder.

Maybe the artist
that put it up there

is saying something
or saw something.

I'm gonna
go see if it's signed

or if anybody
knows who made it.

Yeah.

Mom.

Are you related
to Margaret?

Yes, I'm her daughter.

I'm Dana Scully.

She regained consciousness
for a few moments.

She repeatedly
asked for someone
named Charlie.

Charlie's my brother,
her youngest son.

They're estranged.

Oh, I thought
you'd want to know.

She didn't ask
for me or Bill?
Or her grandchildren?

Just Charlie.

Hi, Mom.

It's me, Dana.

I'm here.

I've been where you are.

I know that
Ahab is there.

And Melissa.

But, Mom,

I'm here.

Bill Jr.'s here.

And William.

William's here.

And Charlie is here.

Please, Mom,
don't go home yet.

I need you.

Hey, Officer?
Mmm-hmm.

I'm gonna need
access to the roof
of that building.

Yes, sir.

All right?

Landry, I'm not
finished with you!

Look, look,
this street gets cleaned
out tomorrow morning.

Not after
I get an injunction.

This street
is a crime scene.

Are you blaming
these poor people
for Joseph's murder?

Doesn't his murder
convince you

how much these people hate
what you're doing to them?

Are you threatening me?

I've been threatening you
for six months.

Well, stop.

Special Agent Mulder
with the FBI.

And who are these
two fine representatives

of the City
of Brotherly Love?
Hmm.

Daryl Landry.
I've been working
with Joseph Cutler.

We've been
redeveloping this area.

Mmm-hmm. And you are?
And why do you think
someone down here killed him?

Nancy Huff.

I'm the president
of the Central Bucks County
school board.

And this douche bag
and Cutler are moving...

Oh. You guys married? No?

To him?

No.

"Douche bag."
I thought maybe...

Yeah, him and Cutler
are moving

these poor homeless
out of this area

in order to build a 10-story
apartment building

to kick-start gentrification.

The old
Franklin State Hospital

is in her district,
just sitting there empty.

We're taking these poor
people out of the downtown
to that facility,

away from
the drug bazaar, the rats,
the urine in the streets.

I want these people
to be safe and comfortable
as much as anyone.

I come down here
every Thanksgiving
and serve turkey dinners.

Oh. But?

But the Franklin Hospital
is just two blocks from
Pennsbury High School.

If one of these

downtown people
killed Cutler,

would you want
that person moved
near your children?

Okay, okay, okay,
I hear you speaking
for them,

but really you're
speaking for yourself.

And I hear you
speaking for them,

but really speaking
for yourself.

What I don't hear is
who speaks for them.

The Band-Aid Nose Man.

"Band-Aid Nose Man"?

What is that? That's...
Name of the artist?
Who is that?

You know where
I can find him?

I don't know if my
being here will help
bring you back.

But I'm here.

Hey, Bill.

What time is it
where you are?

What time is your
flight from Frankfurt?

Oh.

I think you should
get here as soon
as you can.

Well, I can't...

How am I to know that?

I won't answer as to
whether she's going to die
before you get here.

Bill, yes,

I'm a doctor,
but I'm also her daughter.

Well, we'll keep her
on life support.

That's... That's what
she wanted.

Yes. Mom and I
talked about it after
my experience in a coma.

She said that
she wanted us to do

everything that we could
to keep her alive.

Her advance directive is on
the Living Will Registry.

Yes.

Clean?

So clean.
There's nothing here.

You can confirm that
there's no presence of
any pathogenic agents?

No, Mulder.
I mean, there's nothing.

Something's there.

Some material
appears apparent,
but it's also not there.

I used backscattered
electron imaging

to separate and identify
inorganic particles

from organic materials,
and I found neither.

There's no organic material
on this Band-Aid,

but there's no inorganic
material either.

It's not alive.

It's not dead.

Nurse?

Is it wise to administer
a hypertonic saline

to a cardiac arrest patient?

Agent Scully,
we had to confirm

your mother's
advance directive,

and it indicates that
she not be resuscitated

if unconscious or requires
artificial respiration.

She amended it
last year.

It's signed and witnessed

by two retired
naval officers.

Let's see what
we got here.

Whew!

This one's so big.
Yeah.

This is new territory.
It's not like him.

We should go to
Sotheby's on this.

Never knew you could
make so much money
off the homeless.

I'll call our
usual collectors.

Put that away.
Okay.

I got it.

Let's go, buddy.

All right.

Hey.

You input that new
guy's number we met
from last week?

The waitress
from the bar?

She's got a friend.

What are you doing?

Why'd you turn it
around, man?

The slats will
mess up the paint.

Dude, what are
you doing?

We have to extubate her.

It's not necessarily
termination,

but we not only have to
honor the law, Dana,

we also have to respect
your mother's wishes.

Yeah.

I'm here.

All right!

Time to go
to your new home.

- Everyone on the bus.
- Excuse me.

This is an injunction against
this operation, Landry.

If any of these
buses show up
at Franklin Hospital,

they'll be turned away
by Bucks County sheriffs.

There was some
artwork displayed

outside Cutler's office
after the murder.

It was of a figure

the people on the street
believes defends them.

The street artist
that made the artwork
goes by the name "Trashman."

No one knows
his real name.

Stays anonymous.
No one's ever seen him.

I suspect
the subject may be
a mission-oriented killer

who believes
he's helping the homeless

by eliminating
those involved
with the relocation.

And I would stay,

but I suspect the subject
will kill again.

She asked for Charlie

before she fell
into the coma.

Your brother?

Yeah.

Just him.
Not Bill or me or...

I don't even know
where he is.

He hasn't bothered with her
or with us for years.

Why would she do that?

And why would she
change her living will

without talking to me?

And what's this?
I mean...

I've never
seen her wear it.

The date has
no significance.

It's not any of
our birthdays.

It's not dad's death
or Melissa's.

I mean, what is it
about that quarter

that she would
frame it to put it
around her neck?

Are you ready to extubate?

Yes, doctor.

You have
a stent on hand?
Removing the tube.

On her next exhale.

Ready?

I don't care about
the big questions
right now, Mulder.

I just want one more chance
to ask my mom
a few little ones.

When you're alone

And life is making
you lonely

You can always go

Downtown

When you've got worries
all the noise and the hurry

Seems to help, I know

Downtown...

Hey, honey,
letting you know
I checked in at the hotel.

I'll call you on
the way to the meeting.

Kids are good.
They're staying at
Ed and Melinda's. Love you.

When you're alone

And life is making
you lonely

You can always go

Downtown

When you've got worries
all the noise and the hurry

Seems to help, I know

Downtown

Just listen to the music
of the traffic in the city

Linger on the sidewalk where
the neon signs are pretty

How can you lose

The lights are
much brighter there

You can forget
all your troubles

Forget all your cares

So go downtown

Things will be great
when you're downtown

No finer place, for sure

Downtown

You're gonna be
all right now

Downtown

Downtown, downtown

And you may find
somebody kind to help
and understand you

Someone who is just like you

And needs a gentle hand
to guide them along

So maybe I'll see you there

We can forget
all our troubles

Forget all our cares
so go downtown

Things will be great
when you're downtown

Everything's waiting for you

Downtown

Downtown, downtown

Downtown

Downtown...

Back in the day,

did we ever come across
the ability to just

wish someone back to life?

I invented it.

When you were
in the hospital,

like this.

You're a dark
wizard, Mulder.

What else is new?

Hello?

Charlie. Did Bill call you?

Yeah. Um...

Mom asked for you.

Charlie, can you just
say something to her, please?

Just anything.
I don't know.

Just...

Do what I can't do.

Bring her back to us.

Okay.

I'll put it
on speakerphone.

I've got Charlie here.

He's on the phone.

I know you can hear him.

Mom? It's me. It's Charlie.

I heard you were
asking for me,

so here I am, for once.

What do you
want to know?

What's the big mystery?

Anything? Any reaction?

Well, her pulse
rate quickened,
but I didn't see her move.

Mom?

She just opened
her eyes.

Do you know
where you are?

Do you know your name?

My son

is named William, too.

Mom? Mom. Mom.

Mom, it's Dana.

Mom, I'm here. I'm here.

Come back to us.
Mom? Mom?

Dana? Dana?

- Mom.
- What's going on?

No. You get that
out of here!

- Get that out of here!
- Scully, Scully.

Scully, no.
Margaret's an organ donor.
And they need her right away.

You got to let her go.

Her last words to us

were about our child.

Her grandchild.

That we gave away.

Why did she say that?

Why did she have
to say that?

Mulder, let's drive
to Philadelphia.

I need to work.
No. No, no, no.

Yes. Right now.
No, I get it,
Scully, I do.

But not
right now.
Mulder, right now.

I need to work
right now.

I broke down
the paint samples
you chipped away

from the Trashman's
signature and analyzed it

with vibrational
spectography.

It defines binders,
pigments and additives
that are used in spray paint.

The binder present
in this breakdown

was patented by
a brand called Cannonz

and used only in their
high-end spray paints.

Product locator
indicates that there's
only one store

in Central Philadelphia
that carries it.

Damn.

Federal agents!

We're looking
for the Trashman.

Hey, just letting
you know, guys,

from here on down,
there's no light.

Power's out.

What? I wasn't gonna
shoot the kid.

And I don't
do stairs anymore.

Mulder, back in the day,
I used to do stairs
and in three-inch heels.

"Back in the day."

Scully,
"back in the day" is now.

What the hell?

Federal agents!
Open up!

If you're in danger,
we're here to help.

I am in danger!
But go away.

Put the guns down!
They don't work on them!

Put them away!
They don't work!

I tried.

I've tried to shoot them.

You the Trashman?

Turn down the light, man.
Turn down the light.

If they don't see me
and I don't see them,
they can't hurt me.

The people on the streets,
the homeless, street people,

they ain't got
no voice, right?

They get treated
like trash.

I mean, actual trash.

It's like this.

You throw your grande cup
or your pop bottle

in the right trash can
under the sink,

recyclables here,
trash there,

you tie it in a bag,
you take it outside,

you put it in
the right dumpsters.

Pat yourself on the head.

You're a good person, yeah?

You did the right thing,
you fought global warming,

you love all
the little animals.

Well, Friday come,
Wednesday maybe,

garbageman takes
the trash away.

It's not your
problem anymore.

Magic!

But it is your problem,
because it piles up
in the landfill.

And the plastics
leak toxins into
the water and the sky.

But if you don't
see a problem,
there's no problem, right?

People treat
people like trash.

So, what, you took care
of the problem?

I did my part.

By killing Joseph Cutler
and Nancy Huff and those
two art thieves?

Nah, I was just
trying to give those
people a voice

the only way I know how,
through art.

Not violence.

Something I can put
around town, so they
wouldn't be forgotten.

A stencil that looked over
the Bad Suit Building Man,

looked down on the
Lawn Gnome Suburban Lady.

Well, why'd you
put up the art
after the fact?

The morning
of Cutler's murder?

I didn't. That wasn't me.

I only thought him up.
You know?

Those people
who got killed,
that was only him.

"Him"? Who is him?

You saw those
things in the hall.

Yeah.

I made them.

I didn't mean to,
but I made 'em.

They'll go away, eventually.
They're fading.

But the Band-Aid
Nose Man...

He's different.

Tibetan Buddhists
would call him a Tulpa.

A thought form

using mind and energy
to will consciousness
into existence.

Tulpa is a 1929
Theosophist mistranslation
of the Tibetan word "tulku,"

meaning
"a manifestation body."

There is no idea
in Tibetan Buddhism

of a thought form
or thought as form.

And a realized tulku
would never harm anyone,

let alone kill.

Okay. But I'm telling you.

I spend a lot
of energy in my art.

I meditated on it.
I willed it.

What I wanted him
to look like,

what I wanted him to be,

and why I wanted him.

Oh!

I didn't bring him here.

He came to me.

But in the end,
he told me what
he wanted to be.

All we do is
hold the pencil.

All we do
is hold the clay.

I think there must
be spirits and souls
floating all around us.

And if you think real hard
or you want them so bad,

they come to you.

What are you
gonna call him?

William.

And then they become alive
with a life of their own.

My son

is named William, too.

Our son, Mulder.

I gave him up.

This...

This is what came
to me in my dreams.

From some
other place, yeah?

But now it's alive
and it's out there.

Down to the Band-Aid
I used to hold
the clay in place.

Who would copy this?

And did you smell it?

It smells like
nothing on this earth.

It has its own life.
Does what it wants.

I just wanted
to scare 'em,

scare anyone that
took dignity away
from the homeless.

That's where
the violent idea
popped in my head.

It was just an emotion
that ran through my head.

An idea is dangerous,
even a small one.

But now he uses
that violent idea.

He thinks that is what
he is supposed to do.

You are responsible.

If you made the problem,

if it was your idea,

then you're responsible.

You put it out of sight,
so that it wouldn't
be your problem.

But you're just
as bad as the people
that you hate.

If what you believe
is possible,

the last person
involved in the relocation
would be Landry.

He got
the injunction lifted.

They're moving people out
to Franklin Hospital tonight.

All right, all right.

I'm paying a lot of
good money for all this.
Let's get going.

Time to go home.

We're looking
for Daryl Landry.

Mr. Landry,
this is Agent Mulder.
I need you to call me back.

Yeah.
It's urgent.

I want my dog.

I said it.

I didn't want to be
here if they wouldn't
let me have my dog.

Sir, go to your room.

The dogs have been
sent to the shelter.

I'm sure
you can find it there.

Mr. Landry, sir?

Somebody down there?

This area is off limits!

Come back here
to the rooms.

There's one way
out of this room.

He just screamed
seconds ago.

How did we not see
whoever did this
to him leave the room?

I know now why Mom
asked for Charlie,

even though
he was out of her life.

She wanted to know
before she left
that he'd be okay.

She gave birth to him.

She made him.

He's her responsibility.

And that's why
she said what
she said to us.

She wanted to
make sure that
we'd be responsible

to know that
William's okay.

Even though
we can't see him.

I know that
as parents,

we made
a difficult sacrifice
to keep him safe.

That it was for his
own good to put him up
for adoption.

But I can't help
but think of him, Fox.

I can't help it.

I believe that you will find
all of your answers.

You will find
the answers to the
biggest mysteries,

and I will be there
when you do.

But my mysteries,

I'll never
have answered.

I won't know
if he thinks of me, too,

or if he's ever been
afraid and wished
that I was there.

Does he doubt himself
because we left him?

What questions
does he have of me?

The same that I have
with this quarter?

And I want to believe...

I need to believe

that we didn't
treat him like trash.