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(recorded voice) Welcome to The Falls.
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Welcome to The Falls.
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Welcome to The...

Welcome home, Mr Kline.

Oops. Did you get some on you, Dave?

Didn't want you to get fined.
Just trying to be neighbourly.

Gotta be up to code.

Shroeder's out there painting our mailbox!

You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna paint the whole damn house
pink. Forget about the mailbox.

I'll make this place look like
you won it selling cosmetics.

How about that? That” show these Nazis.

Honey, would you just calm down?
Rules are rules.

They're repainting our mailbox because
it's Desert Sienna instead of Desert Sage.

- This guy is a freakin' weirdo.
- Hon, what's that package?

I don't know. Doesn't say who sent it.

Whoa.

Tasteful.

Boy, the neighbours would really hate that.

(clicking)

(clicking stops)

Honey? What is it?

(creaking)

Stay here.

(screaming)

Dave?! Honey?!

(pounding)

(wife screams)

Wow. Take a look at this.

Honey, what do you think?
Is this place us or what?

You must be the Petries. Hi. Welcome.

Welcome to The Falls.

l'm Rob. This is my lovely wife Laura.

- Rob and Laura Petrie.
- We pronounce it "Pee-tree", actually.

- Oh.
- Like the dish.

It's so nice to meet you.
I'm Pat Verlander. I live six doors down.

- I'm the neighbourhood welcome wagon.
- Pleased to meet you.

I must say, it's already ten after five.
I don't think you're gonna make it.

- I'm sorry?
- The six o'clock cutoff.

All move-ins have
to be completed by 6pm.

It's in the CC and R's. It's one of our rules.

Wow. The photos did not do itjustice.

Guys, fast. Come on.

The previous owners left it so clean.

What do you do for a living, Mr Pee-tree?

- That's right, isn't it?
- Yeah. I... I work mostly at home.

Which is great for Laura because
she gets me all to herself.

Oh. (chuckles)

This place really is immaculate.

I'd like to send
a thank-you note to the previous owners.

That's sweet. Um... good.

(nervous chuckle)

OK. Move, people. Come on.

- Rob and Laura Petrie.
- Pee-tree.

- Win Shroeder, neighbour. Welcome.
- Hi, Win. Nice to meet you.

Don't you folks worry. We'll have
you moved in before six. Time?!

- 5:19.
-Ah. Pardon me, neighbour.

- Excuse us.
- Thanks. Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Excuse me!

- I'll get that.
- No, don't be silly. lt's heavy. I got it.

(glass shatters)

Oh, man. I'm so sorry. I'm really sorry.

Mike, Mike, Mike, it's OK.
It's OK, Mike. Go help Gordy.

Just send me any bills. I'm... I'm sorry.

l'm Cami Shroeder, by the way. Win's wife.

Nice to meet you. I'm Laura.

- Where's this go?
- You can put that in the driveway.

Whoa, whoa! Hold on, hold on. Let's talk.

Um, a b-ball fan, huh? Shootin' hoops.

That's, um... That's not good.
That's gonna stand out in your front yard.

- Stand out, Win?
- Not be aesthetically pleasing... to the eye.

But maybe you can get special
dispensation from Mr Gogolak,

president of our homeowners
association. Ask him.

But, in the meantime, um...
let's keep that in the garage.

Just put it in the garage.

OK! Let's finish getting
you folks moved in. Let's go!

Let's move! Move!

Yeah, nothing weird going on around here.

Hey, wait a minute. You didn't let me
carry you over the threshold.

- You ready?
- Let's get it on, honey.

All right, then.

(sighs)

Thanks to our friendly neighbours, there will
be no fluorescein bloodstain enhancement.

Not that it makes much difference.

This place is so clean,
you can build computer chips.

OK.

6:01 pm, February 24th.

Agents Scully and Mulder

in the former home of
David and Nancy Kline,

who disappeared without a trace last July.

The Klines were the third such couple

to disappear since
this neighbourhood was built in 1991.

All were apparently stable
professional people

with no history of violence,
domestic discord or mental illness,

and it took a family member or employee

to realise that they were gone,

including their cars
and a few personal items.

What local police found
in each case was nothing,

just impeccably manicured homes,

and neighbours who professed total
ignorance that anyone had disappeared.

That's surprising, considering how nutty
this bunch is about being neighbourly.

The local police department
were at a dead end,

so they turned to the FBI.

thought a fruitful approach
to the investigation would be

if we went undercover
posing as prospective home buyers,

as this planned community
would seem to hide a dark,

possibly murderous,
conspiracy of silence.

You wanna make that
honeymoon video now?

- Rob and Laura Petrie?
- Pee-tree.

If we ever go undercover again,
| get to choose the names, OK?

Fine.

- You're not taking this seriously.
- | just don't understand why we're on it.

It's our first catch back.
This isn't an X-File.

Sure, it is. It's unexplained.

What do you want?
Aliens? Tractor beams?

Wow.

Admit it. You just wanna play house.

(doorbell rings)

(Southern drawl) Woman, get back
in here and make me a sandwich.

(taking off gloves)

Did I not make myself clear?

(doorbell rings)

Hi.

Well... you didn't need to do that.

Please. I have more dishes than I need.

ljust usually use one and then wash it.

- l'm Mike Raskub, by the way.
- Hi.

Big Mike, for obvious reasons.
I live the next street over.

Oh.

That's a caduceus.

- Are you a doctor, Mike?
- No, a vet. Veterinarian.

If you folks are thinking
about getting a dog, or any pet,

I'll check it out for you. No charge.

Just... you're not allowed to have over 16
pounds of pet. It's one of the CC and R's.

Mighty nice of you, Mike.

Gosh, with all this hospitality,
I can't believe the Klines ever left.

That was their name,
wasn't it? The Klines?

l have to go.

- Mulder.
- The name is Rob.

What you got there?

Looks like whoever cleaned this place
maybe missed a spot.

That look like blood to you?

Mm-hm.

How'd it get way up there?

(Cami) I... didn't really
learn much about them.

He just said he works at home -
which tells me she's got money.

Seemed nice. Cute couple.

Mm. Very cute. They're a nice couple.

What do you think, Gene?

Ladies, my compliments to the chef.

Cami, Sissy?

These Petries, are they gonna play ball?

Pee-trees.

So far so good. I'm keeping my eye on them.

Um, Mr Gogolak...

Don't you think that maybe this time
it would be better... if we told them?

Mike, you and l have been
through this before.

- We don't know yet if we can trust them.
- It's just that...

There are so many... so many rules.

I think that maybe they would
be able to keep up with them better

if they knew what happened if they don't.

It's the neighbourly thing to do.

I really think we should do this.

Son... Godspeed.

Thank you.

Um... can I use your...?

Second door to the left.

There's Glade under the sink.

Gordy, how about you go
make sure he finds it?

Gene, I can talk him out of this.

Win, the boy's a weak link,

and a strong chain can't
survive with a weak link.

(TV sound)

(narrator) ..is instinctive
and necessary for survival.

Failure to conform within the tribal
structure can often prove lethal.

When group elders suspect
such an outcast within their midst,

tribal members gather in a circle
to perform a ritual chant

in the belief that this will
expose the unwitting conduit...

Oh, no.

Agh!

Agh... agh...

(heavy footfalls)

No.

No! | fixed it! | fixed it!

(Big Mike screams)

Morning.

Oh! Rob, Laura, I'm so sorry.

So, good morning.

How was your first night? Peaceful?

It was wonderful. We spooned up
and fell asleep like little baby cats.

- Isn't that right, honeybunch?
- Right, poopyhead.

Are we in the right place?
Is this Big Mike's house?

Yeah, yeah. I'm just helping out.
Mike had to leave town on business.

What kind of business?
I thought he was a veterinarian.

Veterinarian business, I guess.
I just know he's gone weeks at a time.

- I'll just leave this here, then.
- Let me take those.

Just... tidier-looking than
leaving them on the front porch.

- It would be more aesthetically pleasing.
- Exactly.

Would you two like to join us for dinner
this evening, about six? We eat early.

- That sounds great. Thanks.
-Gmm.

Oh, Win? You mentioned
that I could talk to someone

about putting up my basketball hoop.
Who was that again?

Mr Gogolak, was it?

All right, then, let's see.
Basketball hoop and backboard, portable.

Nope, I'm sorry. It's not allowed.

- You're kidding.
- I'm afraid not.

Rules are rules.

It may not sound like anything -
a basketball hoop.

But it's just a few short steps
to spinning daisy reflectors

and a bass boat in the driveway.

In other words, anarchy.

It may sound tough,
but ours is a system that works.

It's why The Falls is one of the top-ranked
planned communities in all of California.

Most of our homeowners
have been here since day one.

I love the decor here, Mr Gogolak.

Is it, um... Occidental?

lt's Nepalese and Tibetan, mostly.
I go there twice a year on business.

- Oh.
- I run Pier 9 Imports.

I can get you a great deal
on rattan furniture.

lndoor only.

Outdoor use is prohibited
by our CC and R's.

Uh-uh, Scruffy. Go on, now.

Sweetheart? Did you use
the dolphin-safe tuna?

- Dolphin-safe all the way.
- We always use dolphin-safe.

You gotta love those dolphins...
although they're pretty tasty, too.

(forced laugh)

So, where'd you two meet?

- Actually, it was at a UFO conference.
- Flying saucers? Interesting.

Wouldn't have thought you folks
would've been into that.

It's not me so much as Laura.
She's quite the New Ager.

She's into those magnetic bracelets
and crystals and mood rings.

God bless her.
She's a sucker for all that stuff.

(Win chuckles)

- I wouldn't have guessed that. Would you?
- Mm-mm.

- No kidding?
- (Mulder) Yeah.

You know, when you told me this morning
that Big Mike was out of town on business,

I don't think that's true.

You don't?

No. Cos we called his office, didn't we?

- We did.
- Yeah.

We're thinking of getting a dog.
So we wanted to call him and ask his advice.

- See if his office had a fonrvarding number.
- They didn't know where he was.

Do you know where he is, Win?

I really couldn't tell you.

Hmm. It's gotta be something
really freaky-deaky, huh?

For him to lie about it like that.
Maybe he's got some wild secret life.

(Mulder and Scully chuckle)

But every community has
its dark underbelly, don't you think?

We don't have any underbelly.

As far as I'm concerned,
this community is the American Dream.

Um... I'm sorry.

I realised that it's past time
that I walk Scruffy.

- Would you like some company?
- Yeah.

So, is this the American Dream?

This place?

Oh, uh... Nice neighbourhood.

You know. It's a lot of people
who want the best for their families.

So it's just not your dream.

You know, Cami, I've noticed that
you've walked us past Mike's house twice.

- Are you worried about him?
- No. I don't really know what you mean.

(barking)

Scruffy! Scruffy, come here!

Scruffy, no!

Scruffy! Scruffy, come out here!

Scruffy.

Scruffy, come out of there.

- Let me take a look.
- Do you see him?

Uh-uh.

(barks)

Scruffy, it's OK, it's OK.
I got you. I got you.

What you got there?

Deep breath. That was a close one, huh?

That's a good boy. Let me
wipe that off. That's a good boy.

OK, let's get you home.

Come on.

- All right, Lieutenant.
- Keys.

Thank you.

Local PD came up blank on...

Mike Raskub.

No activity on his credit cards,
no sighting of his '97 Mercury Villager.

There's no sign of him in his house.

I didn't see him in the storm drain, either.

- I'd take it he's dead, Scully.
- "Laura."

- You think it's Win Shroeder?
- Maybe Win cleaning up.

Cleaning up for who?

Speaking of cleaning up, who taught you
how to squeeze a tube of toothpaste?

What do we know about this stuff?

I'm driving down to San Diego
tomorrow to have it analysed.

- Third warning: toilet seat.
- (toilet seat clatters)

Why kill Big Mike?

- Oh!
- What's missing here is intent.

What would be the motive?

Compulsive neatness, or lack thereof?

Have you noticed how everybody here is
obsessed with the neighbourhood rules?

- You know what? You fit in really well here.
- And you don't.

Anyway, tomorrow I got a sure-fire way
of testing out my theory.

Come on, Laura. You know...
We're married now.

"Scully", Mulder. Good night.

The thrill is gone.

Bring it on.

(toilet flushes)

(basketball bouncing)

- Stay here.
- Stop him, Win. Stop him!

Hey, Win. Wanna play horse?

- What the hell are you doing?
- What am I doing?

- What are you doing?
- Damn it! Help me get it inside.

- What's gonna happen if we don't?
- Fine. That's the way you want it?

(Mulder and Win arguing indistinctly)

- You were warned.
- Warned about what?

(Cami) No! No!

No! No!

Stop!

Cami, are you all right?

(creak)

Mulder?

Mulder, is that you?

(scraping)

Whoa!

Sorry, Mulder.

- Somebody was in the house.
- Tidying up.

They put away my basketball hoop.

Somebody's looking after us,
which may not be bad.

- What do you mean?
- I saw what's been scaring everybody.

I take it back. This is an X-File.

How's Cami?

What did we do wrong, Gene?

Was our welcome mat
not to your liking?

Did I coil my garden hose clockwise
instead of counterclockwise?

Hold the phone now.

Are you saying I had
something to do with this?

Who else? The exact same thing.
The thing you had me do to Mike.

- Who else would do that?
- Son, you'll wanna take a deep breath...

and rethink that theory.

It's your next-door neighbour, Win.

He's a rabble-rouser.
He's trouble with a capital T.

And you and I both know
it only takes one rotten apple

to spoil the whole bunch.

Here we go.

Yeah. I'm guessing there's
one of these in every yard.

I think this is how this thing travels,
where it lives.

In the ground?

This huge creature you think you saw?

(sighs)

Look, Mulder, huge creatures aside,
do you care to hear what I think?

Always.

These are the lab results
from the San Diego PD.

The stuff that we found on the fan blade -
the dried blood and scalp hairs?

It's neither. The blood is predominantly
ketchup and brake fluid,

and the hairs are bristles
from a scrub brush.

And the same goes for the sample
we found on the dog's muzzle.

It's coffee grounds,
eggshells and motor oil,

with about 50 other constituents,
with a little Mercurochrome for colour.

In other words, Mulder, it's garbage,
which makes perfect sense,

because this entire neighbourhood
was built upon an old landfill.

- A landfill?
- Mm-hm.

We found this stuff
because it's everywhere.

It's just beneath the topsoil.

And that protrusion in the front yard
may occur from the venting of methane gas.

I don't see how any of this has
to do with the disappearances.

It does. Somehow it's one
and the same. The Klines?

- Yeah?
- What if they're still here?

You mean, buried in the yard?

Once we start a forensic excavation,
our cover's blown.

Oh!

What in God's name are you doing?!

- Putting in a pool.
- In the front yard? What are you, insane?!

Have you looked at the CC and R's?
You can't put in a swimming pool!

It's not a swimming pool.
It's a reflecting pool.

I checked the rules.

There's no rule against
putting in a reflecting pool.

It's very tranquil. You'll like it.

Let him dig his own grave.

Hey. Mulder.

(groans)

The Klines aren't down there.

I think it's time you called it a night.

Tasteful, isn't it?

Gogolak. Hey, can you get
an excavation team out here?

- Yeah.
- We need to dig deeper.

- Where are you going?
- To price some rattan furniture.

This is Special Agent Dana Scully.

I need a full forensic team
to 450 Autumn Terrace.

No, not tomorrow. Tonight.

(scraping)

I'm sorry. Can I call you back?

(pounding)

(whispers) Oh, God.

(muffled screams)

It's come for you, Laura.
You can't make a noise.

Shh, shh!

(whispers) Mike. What happened to you?

- You have to get out of here.
- Why?

(pounding)

- Who's downstairs?
- Shh.

Mike?

- Who did this to you?
- The Ubermenscher.

It's our fault.

The original homeowners. We asked for it.

- Now we can't stop it.
- Stop what, Mike?

I tried to give it Shroeder.
You know, tit for tat,

just like Shroeder did for me.

Mike, listen. Settle down.

Just give me my gun. I'm a federal agent.

The Ubermenscher wants you.

Your husband has broken
way too many rules.

I've been hiding in the sewer.
I tried to warn him.

(pounding on door)

Just give me the gun.

(gunshots)

(shouting)

- FBI? What did I do?
- Let's start with the Klines.

You're responsible for them
being in little pieces in my yard.

You gave them that lawn ornament.

- Whirligig.
- Yeah.

It's tacky enough to break your rules,
tacky enough to mark the Klines for death.

And won't that sound
good in a court of law?

When the judge asks you who killed
the Klines, what exactly will you tell him?

A tulpa.

It's a Tibetan thought form.

It's a living creature willed into existence
by someone who possesses that ability,

an ability I think you picked up on your
whirligig-buying excursions to the Far East.

Why'd you do it?

Is it so damn important for everybody
to have the same colour mailbox?

It's important that people fit in.

You didn't know what you were getting into,
did you? You can summon its existence,

you can give it life,
but you can't control it.

All you can do is stay out of its way.

Son, my lawyers are gonna
make you sound so stupid

that not only will I never
see the inside of a jail cell,

but you'll be signing all
your pay cheques straight to me.

Gene?

Win.

You've got two FBI agents
living next door to you.

Cheer up. It's not for long.

Scully?

Scully!

Scully?

(clattering)

Mulder?

- Scully?
- Mulder.

Scully, hang on.

Come here and help me with this.

Win, come here.

Win!

Win, wait a minute. No, no.

He deserves what he gets.

(Scully) Mulder, it was here.

(Gogolak screaming)

Mulder!

(screaming and thrashing)

(Scully) Several residents have come fonNard
to blame neighbourhood deaths

on homeowner-association
president Gene Gogolak.

These residents deny
Agent Mulder's allegation

that they were in some sense all responsible
for the demise of Gogolak himself,

claiming ignorance as to
what actually killed him.

The code of silence that hid the sins
of this community has not only survived

but, in its creator, claimed a final victim.

Meanwhile, The Falls
at Arcadia has been named

one of the top planned communities
in California for the sixth year running.

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