All language subtitles for The.X-Files.S06E20.BDRip.x264-SPRiNTER

My name is John Fitzgerald Byers.

I was named after our 35th president.

And I keep having this beautiful dream.

In my dream, the events of
November 22nd, 1963, never happened.

In it, my namesake was never assassinated.

Other things are different, too, in my dream.

My country is hopeful
and innocent... young again.

Young in spirit.

My fellow citizens trust their elected officials,

never once having been betrayed by them.

My government is truly of the people,
by the people, for the people.

All my hopes for my country,
for myself, all are fulfilled.

I have everything a person could want.

Home and family.

And love.

Everything that counts for anything in life...

l have it.

But the dream ends the same way every time.

I lose it all.

The game is Texas Hold 'Em, gentlemen.

You bring your wife?

You think I'm sitting here, I'd bring my wife?

Dumb ass brought his wife.

I'm the man.
I say I'm playing poker. I play poker.

Meanwhile, your wife is back
in Plano boinking the mailman.

- Hey, what was your name again?
- Funston. Stewart Funston. Hi.

You bring the little lady, Stewart?

- I'm not married.
- Smart man.

100.

You guys come to this every year? Def-Con?

- Wouldn't miss it.
- Yeah, Out!

So, you guys working on
anything interesting these days?

Same old black ops crapola.
You know what it's like,

We're doing some neat stuff
with neutron bombardment.

You can cook somebody's brain
in their skull, like hard-boiling an egg.

- It's neat stuff.
- Speaking of crapola... Fold.

- Thank you.
- Oh,

a man of distinction.

- So, you in. Mr Funston?
- Yeah.

Looks like it's just... you and me.

Another 200.

I'll see your200,

and raise you one... thousand.

Ho-ho!

- He's buying the pot, Stew.
- Three clubs showin'.

Could be a flush.

1,000...

and I raise you 1,000.

What stones he has.

I see you work for Conglomerated.

You guys make a great AE-135 unit.

Oh, man. Don‘t freak.

Don't freak. I'm on it. AE-135.

Searching...

Bingo! 442JIAE-135.
Air conditioning units for B-2 bombers.

- Talk air conditioners.
- Oh, yeah. The AE-135‘s a beauty.

Keeps the B-Zs frosty.
You can practically see your breath.

- How did you get all the bugs out of it?
- Oh, you know....

- Trade secrets.
- Come on, Stewart.

You're among friends.

Seriously, how'd you get
past the delamination thing?

Delamination.

- I'm searching.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

I'll see your thousand...

and...

raise you... all that you've got.

System test, air rates... nothin'.

Stall him. And fold!

You wanna know how we fixed
the delamination problem?

We subcontracted the whole
damn thing to the Japanese,

then triple-billed the government.
Same thing we always do.

Queen high flush.

King high.

Al, call security.

Have 'em pick up Mr Funston here.

- And his partner.
- Delamination. You made that up.

My advice to you, Stewart -
whatever your name really is -

poker is not your game.

Hey, man, you wanna thunderdome? Let's go!

$3,000. I told you to fold.
It should've been me in there playing.

- Why does Byers get to do the undercover?
- Cos this ain't Woodstock.

Did we at least get
usable prints off the glasses?

What? Are you kidding?
I had to leave them all behind.

- How are we gonna salvage this?
- We're not.

This convention's a bust.

Five days and three grand invested
and we got bupkes to show for it.

Who was that player, anyway? The guy who
made us wasn't wearing a convention badge.

- No one said his name.
- He's worth looking into.

CIA! Open up!

Hey!

Jimmy and Timmy.

Hey. Where were you guys today?

- Around.
- Oh, yeah? Snooping for some hot 411?

- 0n the sneak tip?
- Maybe.

- Well, maybe we were, too.
- And maybe we got some.

Well, maybe we did, too.

We got bupkes. Bunch of
tight-lipped defense contractors.

I'm gonna go way out on a limb here
and say "It's the T-shirt."

Yeah. Maybe both of you could
wear one that says "I'm with Stupid."

You just don't get it, man.
This says that I'm onto them.

This says that I comprehend
the military-industrial power dynamic.

That's what this whole thing is about.
Wet works, political assassination.

- That's this year's theme.
- Where did you hear that?

Oh, yeah! Like I'm gonna reveal my sources.

Suffice it to say there's some big,
new stealth assassination technology

that's supposed to be unveiled here.
And I will be there. Front row.

- For now we're hittin' the restaurant.
- Lobster buffet.

Free floor show.
Plenty of boobage. You guys down?

You go ahead.

I'll catch up.

- You're one hell of a sad sack, Byers.
- Lay off about the poker game.

No, that's not what I'm talkin' about.

You're the one who pushes the hardest
for us to come to these conventions,

Then you get all squirrer once we get here.

You're still lookin' for her, aren't you?

- Susanne Modeski.
- We met her at a convention.

10 years ago. In Baltimore.

And we both know what happened to her.

- Most likely, she's dead.
- No. She was a brilliant scientist.

- Too important to the government.
- Buddy, either way,

I know we're both hoping
she's in a better place than Las Vegas.

Come on. All-you-can-eat lobster.

- I almost won.
- Yeah, you and everyone else.

Byers, check this out. I'm feeling lucky.

- It can't be.
- What?

I'm sorry.

Byers!

What the hell's goin' on?

- Yeah. Scully.
- Hey, Scully. It's me.

- Mulder, what time is it?
- 2.34 a.m.

- I need you on the next flight to Las Vegas.
- Las Vegas? Why?

It's the Lone Gunmen.
They're onto something big.

- What exactly?
- It's really important. Trust me.

Yeah, [trust you, Mulder.
It’s the Three Stooges I'm not so sure about.

Look, I can‘t talk over an unsecured line.
Please just get here. It's an emergency.

OK.

OK, OK, OK.

- What if she calls him back?
- If she calls him, it rings here.

She's gonna kick our ass.
What do you need Scully for?

We're up against agents of the government.
We need our own agent.

And that would be Mulder.
Why do you want just Scully?

- She's gonna kick our ass.
- Mulder's too high profile.

He's a household name
to the black ops who kidnapped Susanne.

Byers, I've hacked into the hotel computers.
Susanne Modeski's not registered here.

Are you sure you saw her?
Are you absolutely, positively sure?

It was her. She's here. I've gotta find her.

You gotta find some ice. You need a drink.

- Byers is trying to kill himself.
- Stop trying to kill yourself.

It's not deep enough. Come see what we got.

Room 1066, registered to
our mystery poker player.

One Grant Ellis. New Mexico plates on his car.

Which come back listed "DOD Motor Pool".

- Signed out from...
- Whitestone, New Mexico.

The advanced army weapons facility
where Susanne worked,

Ellis's credit cards get billed
to the administrative offices.

He's looking like some kind of
shadow government Pooh-Bah.

He brainwashed her.

Well, that's what they do there!
The E-H gas she developed.

Call it psychological warfare,
behaviour modification,

but it's all about mind control.

And undoubtedly the process
has been refined in the last decade.

She ran from them,
refused to take part in their tests,

their crimes against the American people.

There's no way she would choose to be
working for them now, working for that guy,

kissing him.

Clearly he brainwashed her.

I know a way to find out.

Buenos días.

I can't get into the conference.
The guard who threw me out is on the door.

Let me go.

CIA! Freeze!

That just keeps gettin' funnier.

- Where's your girlfriend Timmy?
- In the desert.

This naked chick teaches you how to shoot
machine guns. It costs 200 beans, though.

I told him he was a putz.

What's the matter, Byers?
Your bestest dog die?

What's up?

We're trying to get into the Saguaro Room.

Good luck! That's the Holy Grail. Bug sweeps.

Casino security outside. Government
security inside. There's no way in.

I can get in there.
And I will, too, when the time is right.

- Doo-doo, ca-ca, poo-poo.
- Go brush your hair, Michael Bolton.

There's a hole in their security.
I've got it figured out.

But there's nothing worth hearing until they
unveil their new assassination technology.

Again with the assassination
technology, hm?

I need to get in there, Jimmy. I need
to know what's happening in there today.

If you can really get in there, prove it.

Real-world application will always,
always remain necessary in weaponry.

And we believe a weapon can't be fielded,

can't be put into the arsenal until
its efficacy in combat can be established.

If you'll take a look at the kill-ratio
productivity chart we've provided for you,

and turn to page 22,
you'll see that we've experienced...

Ooh.

There's your fascist chickie, Byers.

..and second quarter periods
of the previous year.

But before we're tempted to pat ourselves
on the back for this, we have to remember...

Timmy?

These operations originally budgeted for...

Damn.

Oh! Oh! Hey! Hey!

Hold on! Hold on!

You're one of them.

You really screwed things up, Jimmy.

- We had big plans for you.
- What big plans?

Political assassination. I was right.
I was right about the whole thing!

Every good plan needs a patsy.

No!

- Can you take this up, please?
- Sure,

- Agent Scully.
- Where's Mulder? I've been trying to call him.

- He's, uh... I think his phone's messed up.
- He may be hard to reach for a few hours.

He suggested we work with you.
Bring you up to speed.

By all means. Bring me up to speed.

- Who's the injured party?
- James Belmont. Over.

- This way.
- Oh, man. Jimmy.

He just jumped!
No warning, no nothing!

He just dived right out in front of me.

- Oh, God. It is Jimmy.
- It's not my fault.

He was just standing there,
and then he just dives under the bus.

- This wasn't a suicide.
- You know this man?

What's going on here?

Susanne,

do you remember me?

John, what are you doing here?

I'm here to save you.

- From what?
- I don't think you are yourself.

I think that you've been
mistreated and confused.

And I'm afraid that your beliefs,
your opinions, are no longer your own.

As in... I've been brainwashed?

I don't know what to tell you. I haven't been.

Your life may be in danger. A friend of mine
has just been killed. Murdered.

- What?
- And that man that you're with...

My fiance?

- I'm sorry, John. I think you'd better go.
- No, wait. Wait!

Ten years ago, I saw you thrown into a car.
Kidnapped right in front of me.

Did that not happen?

Did I just dream all of that?

It happened.

But things got better.

Whoops. Sorry, buddy.

That Susanne's a popular girl.

- You're sure you wanna be here for this?
- Oh, yeah. I'm cool.

Let's just find out what killed him.

OK.

James Belmont, age 29.

Visual exam reveals injuries
consistent with massive trauma.

Multiple rib fractures with concomitant
haemorrhaging, both internal and external.

His spine is fractured and partially exposed.

Um... What if... they did something to him?

- You know, to make him pancake himself?
- Who's "they"?

You know. Them.

I'll begin with a Y incision.

Langly, will you go over there
and pass me the striker saw?

It's right there on the counter. Thank you.

Are you OK, Langly?

Scully?

Scully, wake up. Are you OK?

What happened?

I think you got a little queasy
and took a header.

Blood and guts can bother some people.

Yeah... I guess.

Are you gonna be all right?

Sure, cutie.

So... you're done with Jimmy?

Done, done, done.

- How do you roll this thing?
- Uh, Scully?

What... killed him?

My medical opinion?

Beep...

- And that's all you found?
- That's all I know.

Scully?

- What did you find out?
- Autopsy was negatory.

- Jimmy squished himself.
- And where is the scrumptious Agent Scully?

She said she had somethin' important to do.
Man, she is seriously jet-lagged.

- You got product already?
- No. An earlier bird got the worm.

All this waiting. I feel like
they're keeping tabs on us, watching us.

Honey, you worry too much.

The plan is still on schedule.
Everything's falling into place.

We've worked so long and so hard for this.

It's not her.
They're making her do this somehow.

Buddy, now, I know
something about the fairer sex.

Trust me. You can bring a horse to water,
but you can't make her drink.

- She would not marry that man!
- You don't know him like I do,

How'd you get in here?

One of you left this in my room.

Grant Ellis saved my life.
He saved the lives of thousands.

Huh!

I need to talk to you, John.
I need to try and explain everything.

Come on. Let's hit the slots.

Watch your back.

Mata Hari.

You said something about
a friend being murdered.

Not that I can prove it.

But I think he saw something he was
not supposed to see at your conference.

- You may be in danger.
- I am... always.

So is Grant.

I have thought about
this moment so many times.

All the things I would say to you
if I ever saw you again.

And then there you were, at my door.

And I...

They took me 10 years ago.

They did things to me.

And it was like drowning every day.

Underwater, struggling to breathe.

And one day, a hand broke the surface,
reached down and pulled me up.

I wanted it to be you, John.

It was Grant.

He worked for them at the project.

I didn't trust him. Not for years.

Not until I realized that he was
working against them in his own way.

Stalling them, sabotaging their tests.

He reminded me of you.

- You're just lucky I got a conscience.
- How's that?

If I unleashed my true kung fu
on this casino, I could break the bank.

Yeah. Find yourself buried
under six feet of desert dirt.

- Hey, guys.
- Hey, Timmy.

I'm sorry about Jimmy.

Hey, Langly. The guys are all up in my room
for a round of Dungeons and Dragons

in honour of Jimmy.

Lord Manhammer will be in attendance.

- I'm gonna go play a little D&D in memoriam.
- That's touching, man.

- Scully?
- Oh, hey.

Long time no see.

No, that's not nice. I like Hike.

Cigarette?

You don't smoke.

But who's got a match?

Well...

I just can't decide who lights my fire.

That's it. All right, jim-dandies, back off.
This is Special Agent Dana Scully of the FBI.

If you so much as touch her,
you may be committing a federal offense.

Come on. Come on.

Could've been stardust.

Maybe next time.

I hope you brought your wallet.
Just because this is a memorial game...

- What's this?
- Oh, we have got a game for you.

Trust me. This is gonna work.

- You didn't tape this?
- No,

Which means they surveilled us.
They know our plans, they know everything.

- What is your plan?
- To escape.

This conference was our chance to slip out
on the last day, go public with our files,

all our weapons research.

We could finally make it happen this time.

We'd gathered up enough proof.

The public is ready to believe,
now more than ever.

They know everything.

They'll kill us, John, Grant and me both.

Come on,

- Come on. Settle down, settle down.
- OK, OK.

I found Agent Scully go lightly
holding court at the bar.

I've never seen her drunk before.

God, this can't be.

- Please.
- Hi.

She's not drunk. Look at this.

That was made by an injector gun.

What the hell was she injected with?

It's a derivative of E-H gas.
A-H, anoetic histamine, my latest creation.

I could have developed it
years ago, but I held off.

I wasn't about to let those bastards
I work for get their hands on it.

Grant thought if we developed a small batch,
then destroyed the notes,

that we would have
the proof we needed to go public.

And a weapon to use against them.

Who else has access
to this anoetic histamine?

Grant and I are the only
two people that have...

that have the samples.

This will counteract the anoetic effect.

Hey, cutie.

Ow.

Just a little prick.

- Bad trip?
- She'll be fine.

- She just needs to sleep it off.
- I don't understand,

Why would the government
want to turn Scully into a bimbo?

That's just a potential side effect. Anoetic
histamine impedes higher-brain functions.

- It promotes suggestibility.
- Mind control, brainwashing.

That explains Jimmy.
They told him to commit suicide.

And Scully. They made her
forget her autopsy findings.

But what is their larger purpose?

What are they planning?

Well, whatever it is, we better find out fast.

Right on time.

This is your weapon.

All you do is pull the trigger.

You will enter the Saguaro Room at 10.05 a.m.

This badge will give you access.

Take a seat toward the back and wait.

At 10.15, a break will be called. Rise,
approach the target and fire three shots.

This brings us to the notion
of acceptable risk.

Of course, risk is defined as exposure

during both utilization
and post-project evaluation.

In a secure proving ground, I e.a. domestic
engagement, we have had great success.

Now, offshore utilizations can afford a more
comprehensive definition of acceptable risk.

Proper target appraisal
can provide a risk-free trial environment.

Political instability and lack of efficient
infrastructure can offer a target area

of nearly zero-risk potential.

- Authorized attendees only.
- I'm an FBI agent.

Authorized attendees.

Of course, risk management goes hand
in hand with operational preparedness.

And that's our topic
for the remainder of this session.

Al, this would be a good time to take a break.

Oh, yeah.

Let's take five, everybody.
Smoke 'em if you got 'em.

Oh, my God.

Somebody help her! Somebody!

- Susanne.
- Federal Agent.

- Call for help.
- We need an ambulance.

A woman's been shot. She's bleeding. Hurry!

We're on our way.

- Who did this? Who did this?!
- The shooter got away.

Detain this man. Get him outta here.

Good work, party girl.

I'll take him from here.

Wait a minute. Where are you taking me?

Susanne?

Can we have a moment alone, please?

- I'll be fine.
- We'll be right down the hall.

OK.

Thanks for the tip.

Big surprise, huh?

- Since you programmed my friend to kill me.
- No, Susanne. It wasn't my idea.

You knew about it. You gave it to them.

The A-H?

If I hadn't thought to check Langly,
if I hadn't given him the antidote...

I don't understand.

Why save me? Why save
my life just to take it away?

- You know why.
- You were done with me.

- You had what you wanted.
- They had what they wanted.

The project was over.

Honest to God, it wasn't my idea.

All those years you spent gaining my trust.

You pretended that you loved me.

What could they possibly give you for that?

What was it worth to you, Grant?
What was your price?

What did you get?!

My life. They'd kill me.

Hello.

So sorry, Susanne.

The county death records,
then the state tax rolls.

Then the morgue.
List that they misplaced the body.

Jawohl, Herr Kommandant. Why don't you
just zap me and brainwash me again?

Do it. Then we can make him out his hair.

- Can you answer that?
- Why me? She's your little Chickadee.

Hurry up. Come on.

Come on in, Mata Hari.

CIA. Freeze.

- Let her go.
- Sure.

No!

You know the best thing
about killing you three?

Now I won't have to dress like you any more.

Oh! Get him off me!

Hi, cutie.

What do you wanna do with him?

Police confirm an arrest has been made.

This man, Timothy Landau,
of Alamogordo, New Mexico,

has confessed to the murders
of Grant Ellis and Susanne Modeski.

Hello? Mulder? Can you hear me?

I'm at the hotel. Where are you?

What do you mean, what hotel? Las Vegas.

I'm in Las Vegas. Aren't you?

You called me.

What do you mean, you didn't call me?

Oh, man. I am gonna kick their asses.

Susanne Modeski is dead.

Every computer at every county,
state and federal office knows it.

This is who you are now.

Come with me.

- You'll be safer without me.
- I told you, I'm going public.

No, you're not.

You've done more than enough.
Leave it to us now.

It's what we do.

This was meant for Grant.

I want you to have it.

Someday.

So, you wanna hit the slots?

You know, Byers,
growing old with us ain't so bad.

Oh, shut up, Langly.
You really want him to kill himself?

Got any quarters?

I made this!