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Three.

Gimme two.

Two.

Can I have five cards, please?

Five? What, are you serious?

Four's the limit. Let's see your ace.

If Mr Weems wants five...

give him five.

Dealer takes two.

FoUh

Nuh-uh.

- How much is that?
- (dealer) Four grand keeps you in.

You and your five shiny new cards.

Here's 4,000.

And four more.

Let's make this interesting.
I'm raising you 15 large.

lwouldn't do that. This is all I need.

You're gonna need Depends
after you see this hand.

Now we show each other our cards?

Four kings.

(Weems) That's a straight flush, right?

Beginner's luck.

- What the hell do you think you're doin'?
- Going home.

No, no. Not so fast.

We expect a chance to win
some of our money back.

Guys, there's over $100,000 here.

You're damn right there is.

A hundred thousand's all I need. Sorry.

I had fun, though.

Where can I cash out?

Guys, I think we're going up instead of down.

Guys?

Guys, this is not what I meant
by "cashing out".

Hey!

Hey!

(screams)

(Mulder) Hello?

Yeah, Mulder, it's me. What now?

- Are you in Chicago?
- Yes, I'm in Chicago.

I'm on the northeast corner
of 7th and Hunter, just like you asked.

Only you're not here. So where are you?

- Oh, around.
- Yeah?

Hey, nice outfit.

Hey.

What's down there?

Before you check down there, check up there.

Top two floors are leased to Jimmy Cutrona
whose name you might be familiar with.

Organised crime. The Bureau's been trying
to build a racketeering case against him.

Gambling, extortion, murder.

That's why last night there were
two agents parked in surveillance.

They witnessed a man being thrown
from Cutrona's roof at 10.40pm.

This man fell for 30 floors,

plus the distance down this shaft
because these doors were open.

Straight through, nothin' but net.

Ouch.

l'm guessin' that's what he said.

After he got up, climbed out of here,
and scampered off into the night.

Mulder, you keep saying "this man".
Who is this man?

No idea. He got away. The agents
gave chase, but no clear description.

- Was this basement thoroughly searched?
- No.

Technically, falling 300 feet
and surviving isn't a crime.

And your theory is?

What if this man had some kind
of special capability?

Some kind of genetic predisposition towards
rapid healing or tissue regeneration.

So, basically, what if we were
looking for Wile E Coyote?

You're saying that he is invulnerable.

— Right?
— Y...

In 1998 a British soldier plummeted 4500 feet
when his parachute failed

What's your point?

My point is that if there is
a wind gust or a sudden updraught

and plus if he landed in exactly
the right way, I mean...

I don't know, maybe he just got lucky.

What if he got really, really lucky?
That's your big scientific explanation, Scully?

How many thousand variables would have
to convene for that theory to hold water?

- I don't know.
- No. Thousands.

- Mulder?
- Yeah.

Look at this.

If this cart were on the platform when he hit
it'd explain the condition of these wheels.

What if this whole thing had
just enough give to save his life?

- We'd have to find him to ask.
- Yeah, we have to find him.

Looks like maybe we've found
part of him already.

I think you're taking a flier here, Mulder.

There must be 600 people
with prosthetic eyes in the Chicago area.

Yeah, but only this Henry Weems made an
appointment this morning to get a new one.

Maybe he can't see his way to the door.

Come on, Scully. I'm feelin' lucky.

Can you help me? It's an emergency.

(running water)

- Ma'am, we're not plumbers.
- I didn't say you were.

| just want the damn water turned off
so I can go to work.

You gotta be stronger than me, right?
The valve's under the sink.

Your building super,
Henry Weems, he isn't around?

Mr Dependable? Might as well
wait for Jimmy Hoffa to show up.

You're turning it the wrong way.

- Hey, Richie, sweetheart, back in bed.
- But Mom...

"But"s are for sitting and
I want yours back in bed.

He's right. Clockwise.

I know that.

Clockwise.

You OK, Mulder?

Yeah, it's all right. My ass broke the fall.

Guess who I've found.

Henry Weems, I presume?

Next time leave the plumbing
to a professional.

Oh, uh...

You wanna try this on for size, Cinderella?

Mr Weems, why were you hiding
in a vacant apartment?

Not hiding. Avoiding.

- Avoiding whom?
- You people.

Now you've found me, let's get it over with.

No way am I testifying
against Jimmy Cutrona.

Last night Cutrona had you thrown off
the roof of 1107 Hunter Avenue.

- Correct?
- You didn't hear it from me.

I'm not letting you people move me
to Muncie, Indiana to milk cows.

More to the point, you survived
a 300-foot fall, essentially unharmed.

I don't know. Maybe the wind was just right
and I landed on a bunch of towels.

- No biggie.
- You got lucky.

Yeah, I guess, except
you should look at my bruise.

Oh.

Plus, I didn't get to keep my poker winnings.

That's what you were doing, playing poker?

Cutrona thought I was cheating. I wasn't.
But like I said, you didn't hear it from me.

It must have been a high-stakes game,
I imagine. Did you win a lot of money?

I don't know.

A little.

(Mulder) What is that? Did you make it?

Uh-huh.

Sort of a hobby.

Mm-hm? Mind if |...?

Ah.

That's craftsmanship. What does it mean?

- What do you mean?
- Yeah, what's...

It doesn't mean anything.
ljust sorta... I don't know.

lt's cause and effect.

So are we done here?

Mr Weems, can I ask you
to reconsider testifying against Cutrona?

- Nope. No way, Jose.
- Well, it would be in your best interest.

He's tried to kill you once
and he will do it again.

Yeah, we can protect you.

I'll take my chances.

So, here's the plan as | see it.

We inform the Chicago field office
about Weems,

leaving it to them to secure his testimony.

You change your clothes.

We fly back to DC by sunset,
and all is right with the world.

Are you gonna dump this case
just as it's getting interesting?

Interesting, Mulder, was when
we were looking for Wile E Coyote.

Come on, Mulder. This guyjust got lucky.
There's no X-File here.

Maybe his luck is the X-File.

Stairs.

- Oh.
- What?

Car keys. Must have lost them when I fell.

(buzzer)

So, you get many of these?

So, uh, I searched the entire building
and there's no sign of Henry Weems.

I'm guessing that he's on the run.

Our dead man's name is Angelo Bellini,
AKA Angie the Animal.

He's an enforcer for the Cutrona family
and I don't think his visit was friendly.

You think Weems could have
killed him in self-defence?

A skinny guy with no depth-perception
against a man nicknamed the Animal?

I don't think so. We both know
Weems didn't kill anybody.

Besides, we were gone for two minutes.
This guy doesn't have a scratch on him.

l'm thinkin' it was a heart attack.

What the hell happened here, Mulder?

Cause and effect.

- Meaning?
- OK. So... watch.

So Bellini kicks down the door -
poised to kill Weems, right?

Just as he's about to pull
the trigger a noise startles him.

The buzzer, when l buzzed
to be let back in the apartment.

So when he does pull the trigger
his aim is off, right?

And he hits the lamp, which falls over
and knocks over the ironing board.

So as the bullet ricochets
Weems dives over the sofa.

When Bellini goes for him
he trips over the ironing board,

bounces off the chair, flips end over end
and his shoelace gets caught in the fan. QED.

Cause and effect. Seemingly unrelated
and unconnected events and occurrences

that appear unrelated and random beforehand

but which seem to chain-react
in Henry Weems's favour.

- Dumb luck?
- Yeah. He seems to have tapped into it.

He won big at poker. He survived getting
thrown off a skyscraper, and now this.

Hang on a second.

- Hey! Your name's Richie, right?
- Yeah.

- l'm Dana.
- Hi.

Why don't we, uh, head back to your room?
I'm sure that's what your mom would want.

So, I'm guessing you're a sports fan.

Which one's your favourite?

Well... it used to be basketball,

but now the Bulls suck,
so I think maybe baseball.

I like baseball too.

Did Henry make this for you?

(bell rings)

That's pretty neat.

Yeah. He made it for me
when l was in the hospital.

He said... it's cos...

everything happens for a reason.

Onlyjust sometimes it's hard for us to see.

You went to the hospital
because of your liver?

It doesn't work so good.

Police looking for Henry?

Yeah.

Theyjust wanna talk to him.

Do you have any idea
where he might have gone?

Mm-nm.

Since I got sick he hardly ever goes out.

- Boy give you any leads?
- He knows nothing.

- Mulder, as to your theory...
- Mm-hm?

Why would the world's most supernaturally
lucky man be a building superintendent?

Why doesn't he run down
to the Illinois State Lottery, enter

and, you know, he'd win automatically?

- How you feelin', pal?
- I'm OK.

The police are lookin' for you, though.

How come?

Uh, you know...

You do folks a favour,
wire the joint for free cable...

Don't worry about it.

You're gonna be OK by yourself for a while?

Where are you goin'?

There somethin' I gotta do
I've been puttin' off.

You get some rest.

That's it? You got nothing else?

OK. Thank you.

Henry Weems has no police record, I assume.

He has no record of any kind. He doesn't
earn enough in a year to file tax returns.

He has no savings account,
no checking account, no insurance.

He doesn't even have a video rental card.
He doesn't even have a driver's licence.

I mean, it's like he's intentionally
stayed off the radar.

He's retired from the world.

Ever since December 1989.

When a commuterjet crashed into
Lake Michigan carrying 21 passengers.

- There was one survivor.
- Henry.

Yeah. It's how he lost his eye.
Snowy night, Christmas rush.

He'd been bumped from three flights before
they found a seat for him on that plane.

- And guess what seat number.
- 13?

- On flight seven.
- More good luck, you're saying?

Good or bad, but maybe
that's where it all started.

One whose fortunes had been
irrevocably, permanently changed.

Before 1989 Henry held down a job
for nine years at a train yard.

But after the accident, it's like he just
disappeared off the face of the earth.

He severed ties with all of his friends
and moved out to Melrose Park.

There are millions of reasons for that,
including survivor's guilt.

I mean, what doesn't track for me is why
Henry Weems would drop off the map

just because he suddenly became very lucky.

What doesn't track for me
is why he's resurfaced,

why he's suddenly decided
to use his luck in this way.

- All right, take care of yourself, brother.
- Later.

- Hey, what's the lottery up to?
- 28 million.

- I don't need that much.
- How much do you need, Rockefeller?

More like a hundred grand.

Here goes. One dollar.

(man) These suck.

(TV) A Melrose Park building superintendent
is wanted for questioning

in a case some sources term
"an unusually vicious gangland slaying".

You did it! You won a hundred grand!

- Where do I collect the money?
- (shopkeeper) Man, they'll mail it to you.

$8200 a month for 12 months. Yeah!

That's too long.

- No, please. lwouldn't do that.
- Oh, baby! Oh, sweet baby!

Anything in the trash can
is the store's property.

- Yeah, right. In your face.
- No, just throw it away.

Something bad is going to happen.

So long, suckers.

Idid it! Iwon! lwon the lottery!

A hundred grand, fools! A hundred grand!

(paramedic) On three. One, two, three.

So, let me get this straight.

This is the man who initially won the money.

- Mm-hm.
- Uh-huh.

Once you and he ascertained the accident
victim was still alive, this man fled on foot.

- Mm-hm.
- OK.

After which the man who was hit by the truck
handed you the lottery card and said...

"Maurice, I want you to have this."

Mm-hm.

- Thank you, Mr Albert, I think that will be all.
- Thank you.

For such a fortunate man a lot of unfortunate
things happen in Henry Weems' wake.

Maybe that's part of the package.
Can't have one without the other.

So, Mulder, Henry Weems came here
to buy a lottery ticket. Why?

Maybe it's like you said. Why wouldn't the
luckiest man in the world enter the lottery?

Actually, that's exactly what you said,
about an hour after you said it.

Well, he's not in his place
and he's not with Richie.

- You think he hid in there?
- He doesn't hide, he avoids.

And pretty damn well, I'd say.

That thing must go all over
the building, Mulder.

I'll start with the roof if you wanna
start with the basement.

(rattling)

Hey! Hey!

Watch the rough stuff!

Henry Weems, you're a hard man
to track down.

- I'm workin' here.
- Oh?

You and I are gonna have a talk.
Just sit right here and don't move, OK?

Tough guy.

Oh, crap. Not again.

- (thud)
- Uh!

(nurse) Let's get him up to OR 40.

Coming through. Excuse us.

- Does it hurt?
- Stings a bit.

But I'll live.

Come over here, Henry.
I wanna try something.

- What's that about?
- I haven't a clue.

Nine of clubs. You go.

- What for?
- I think you know.

Oh! You win. Double or nothin'.

Ooh! Tough to beat.

- You win again.
- Mulder, what does that prove?

It proves that if we played this 10,000 times
in a row he would win 10,000 times in a row.

He's incapable of losing.

It's a nightmare. You've no idea.

No, no, I do.

Cos when you get lucky...

really, really lucky... the people around you
tend to suffer. Is that right?

I think it's a balance thing.

Something good happens to me and
everybody else has to take it in the keister.

So you stay close to home mostly, keep a low
profile, but recently you've ventured further.

- You played poker with those mobsters.
- I figured they could stand the trimming.

Bunch of goombah jerks.
They got issues, man.

You don't mind so much
if a few criminals get hurt

but... then you went and
you played the lottery, um...

I knew I shouldn't have done that.
I needed the money.

For what?

For Richie, right?

It's the complications from his hepatitis.

He's on every donor list they got
but he's got a rare blood type -

And he's CN... something.

CMV negative. Cytomegalovirus.

There's no way they're gonna
find a donor in time.

There's a treatment programme in England.

A hundred grand gets him in.

It's experimental but
it's the best chance he's got now.

- Am I under arrest?
- No.

However, you will need protection
from Cutrona and his men.

I'd say they need protection from me.

I'm sorry, Mulder.
That was utterly irresponsible.

You're feeding the delusions of a man who
has had three attempts made upon his life.

You're supposed to talk him
into protective custody, not out of it.

I'd agree with you if I thought
his life was in danger.

As it is, he's doing a better job
on Cutrona's organisation than the FBI.

I wonder if we should
make him an honoraiy agent.

(Scully) Mulder, you're putting an astounding
amount of faith in coincidence and luck.

Essentially, you're betting a man's life on it.

And even if you believe
in so-called lucky streaks,

you have to know they all eventually end.

Luckiest man in the world?

No, Mulder, ljust beat him.

- Mulder?
- Come on, Scully.

Henry!

(horn)

(crash)

- You're supposed to be resting.
- I am resting.

Playing on the floor doesn't count.

- Don't you ever get tired of this thing?
- Henry said it's educational.

Yeah, well, I don't want you believing
everything that Henry says.

- Do you know the police are looking for him?
- He said it's no big deal.

When did you see...?

Mom.

What's wrong?

- How's he doin'?
- Well, he's got a bruised rib and a black eye.

It certainly could have been worse.
And don't tell me he just got lucky.

Far from it.

Maybe what you said about streaks is right.
It looks like his has just about run its course.

I don't mean to make light of his misfortune
but maybe it knocked some sense into him.

He's agreed to testify against Cutrona.

- What?
- Our guy from the justice department called.

They're filing a federal warrant today.
This mook Weems...

This mook Weems was street pizza
last I heard from you.

He was. I don't know what it is.

Maybe he has some special ability.

He's impervious, or somethin'.

Anyway, we can't get to him.
They got cops all over the hospital.

Who says we have to get to him?

I want the toy Henry made me, Mom.
Can you please go get it?

Uh, sure, honey.

- We gotta go.
- All right. Richie, lwill bring it.

I will follow you there.
I will meet you at the hospital, OK?

Mm.

- Did you find her?
- No.

You know Cutrona took her
to keep me from testifying.

We're focused on him, but there's
no sign of a kidnapping, no ransom note.

- He's too smart for that.
- It makes it hard to obtain a search warrant.

- We'll get one, though.
- When?

Tomorrow? Next week?

- Could someone sit with him, at least?
- Hold up.

Henry, what if what I said before wasn't true,
that your luck hasn't changed?

Maybe all this is happening for a reason.

So you're saying Maggie
getting taken is a good thing?

No, I'm saying that what looks like bad luck
may not be bad luck, but we can't tell yet.

We're not in that position.
We can't see the forest for the trees.

How is he?

Not good. If they don't find a donor
in the next few hours...

What if everybody that becomes
involved in Henry Weems's life

somehow becomes an integral part
of his luck, including you and I?

Mulder, you're speaking as if we're all trapped
in one of those contraptions that he built.

- What are you doing?
- Looking for Maggie Lupone.

Luck is the overreaching force
in this investigation.

I say we roll with it.

- Yeah, let's call that a dry run.
- Yeah.

Look who came calling.

I wanted to tell you personally
that there's no hard feelings.

I'm not testifying against you.

Just let Maggie Lupone go.

Maggie. I don't know anybody named Maggie.

You know anybody named Maggie?

Fellas, don'tjerk me around.

Jerk you around?

You try to cheat me out
of a hundred large, you kill Angie,

you put Sal in the hospital,
I'm jerkin' you around?

I apologise for my choice of words.

Please, just let her go.

Her kid's really sick.

I don't care what happens to me.

You'll care.

By the time I'm finished...
you'll definitely care.

Henry! Richie - how is he?

Not that one. Use the small one.

(Maggie) Hey!

Henry!

Don't you hurt him, you son of a bitch!

(Cutrona) Shut her up!

(Maggie) Henry!

What are the odds for Cutrona being a perfect
match? A thousand to one? A million to one?

Maybe higher.

Maybe everything does happen for a reason.

Whether we see it or not.

Maybe your luck is changing.

Maybe.

Visiontext Subtitles: Abigail Smith

(child) I made this!