All language subtitles for The X-Files S11E03 Plus One

Yeah!

Oh, son of a bitch.

Whew.

Oh.

Huh?!

What-what the hell do you want?

No! No! Stop!

Let go! Get out.

Let go, let go!

Stop! Let go, let go!

Stop, stop!

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Arkie Seavers, age 20. Currently
a resident of the county jail.

- What does the other guy look like?
- Funny you should ask.

Arkie there wasn't in a fight.

Car crash, head-on collision into a tree.

- Drunk as a skunk.
- He's lucky to be alive.

You have no idea.

Not wearing a seat belt, I suspect.

To hear Arkie tell it,
he didn't have time

to fasten his seat belt,
'cause he was too busy beating

a hasty retreat from the boy
he says caused the accident.

- And who was that?
- You're looking at him.

No, not me.

What, he blames himself?

In a manner of speaking.

I don't get it, Mulder.

Arkie, our hapless road warrior,

is driving by his lonesome,
down the highway to hell,

when he sees another Arkie,
across from him,

who grabs the wheel
and crashes the vehicle.

Well, you did say he was drunk.

Yes, and I know what you're
gonna say about seeing double

and all those hackneyed bromides

about not giving the kids the car keys.

20 is hardly a kid.

But circumstances bear
a curious similarity

to the stories told by other good folk

who didn't share Arkie Seavers'
luck of the Irish,

and who also reported

seeing their doubles right before dying.

And how did these people die?

Each by their own hand.

After seeing their doubles?

According to all reports issuing
out of Henrico County, Virginia.

Reports issued by whom?

Friends, relatives. A doctor.

And the medical diagnosis is...?

- A rare form of schizophrenia.
- Right.

So rare I've never heard of it.

Well, correct me if I'm wrong, Scully,

and I know that you will,

but schizophrenics have been known

to hear voices and have reported
hallucinations similar

- to the ones Arkie reports.
- Hallucinations, yes,

but not necessarily grabbing
the wheel of a car

and ramming it into a tree.

Well, they didn't all die
from car crashes into trees.

Seven died from hanging,
four jumped off a tall bridge,

- um, three...
- This is a mass phenomenon.

Precisely my thinking, Scully,
which is why you and I

are gonna jump on I-95 South this morning

and get back to our bread and butter.

These the FBI agents?

Agents Scully and Mulder.

- And you filled them in?
- Mm-hmm.

We know the facts, Arkie.

We'd like to hear the details.

Okay, I-I looked over

and he grabbed the wheel
and he floored the gas.

- And by "he," you mean...?
- I mean,

the dude looked just like me.

And you'd seen him before.

Yes. Like-like four times.

He's been following me for, like, a week.

Had he ever said anything?

No, I-I-I'd see him in a crowd
or-or a window.

You know, I thought I was
tripping or something.

And do you take drugs, Arkie?

No, I'm, uh...

Yeah, maybe once or twice, I mean.

And you're in jail because...?

Arkie admittedly has a problem.

A few previous DUI offenses.

Exactly how many is a few?

I don't know, like...

...six?

So, the judge is gonna
throw the book at you.

But that's not what we're interested in.

We want to know how you came
to be the lone survivor.

Why I'm not dead

like all the other people
they're talking about, right?

What do you chalk that up to?

I can tell you, and it's the same reason

I can prove I'm not lying.

You can prove it?

You got to admit, Scully,

the kid's story makes a lot of sense.

Arkie's double takes control
of the wheel.

Yeah, then Arkie pumps
the brakes with his left foot,

producing the skid marks
that start up yonder.

Or there's another explanation,
of course, which is that Arkie,

in his perpetual state of inebriation,

falls asleep at the wheel,

waking up to find
that he's going off the highway,

and applying the brakes there.

Yeah, but if he was asleep,
he wouldn't have been traveling

at such a dangerous rate of speed.

You're saying you believe him.

No. I'm just saying that I think
the kid's too stupid

to make it up.

Yes, I treated several

of the victims manifesting the symptoms.

Their episodes suggested a pattern

of shared hallucination.

A distinct narrative.

They all saw their doubles,
doppelgangers.

None of these people had had
psychiatric problems before?

- They never received treatment.
- So there were issues?

No, but they were arguably not
upstanding citizens.

Oh, they had trouble with the law.

Not necessarily connoting that
they were mentally ill.

But, Dr. Russell, your diagnosis is

of a non-conforming type
of schizophrenia.

That was my clinical opinion.

So, they were mentally ill?

They became mentally ill.

It was almost like a kind of outbreak.

So would you say like a mass hysteria?

I've never heard of
a suicidal mass hysteria.

Well, a phenomenon known
as suicide clusters,

or suicide contagion,
have been known to affect

whole communities or social groups.

Are you currently treating any
patients with those symptoms?

Nothing matching that particular
pattern. Why do you ask?

This patient here, what's her
specific psychiatric diagnosis?

Hmm. More a normative schizophrenic.

Can we possibly talk to her?

Well, I'd strongly advise against that.

Why would you say that?

Because she exhibits split personality

with wild swings in affect
from benign to violent.

Unless you've got some good
reason, I'd steer clear.

I'd like to take a look at her drawings.

Judy, you have visitors.

Oh, you should've warned me.

I look awful.

I look a fright.

No one's judging you, Judy.

Ah, not without my coiffure.

You look fine to me.

No, I don't.

I don't. Not for such
a handsome man as yourself.

My name is Fox, and this is Dana.

You can call me Little Judy.

That's what my fans call me.

Are you an actress, Judy?

I'm a very famous actress.

They want to see your drawing.

Would you like to show it to them?

Oh, it's nothing. That's just Hangman.

You play a lot of Hangman.

- I-I play with my brother.
- Does he visit you here?

My brother's an insufferable jerk.

We play telepathically.

"Arkie."

You know a... an Arkie Seavers?

You know, he just,
he had an accident recently.

I don't know an Arkie Seavers.

This is just a coincidence?

I don't know an Arkie Seavers.

But she might.

Hey, listen, man,

wh-where-where are they taking me?

Don't know. Transfer.

Okay, I-I gotta talk to my lawyer first

or something. I-I...

Sorry. Can't help you.

Please, I mean...

O-Okay.

Transfer where?

Like I said, can't help you.

Hey, help, help! He's here!

Please, somebody help me!
Please, please, help me!

Coming.

Hi, we'd like a couple rooms.

- Do you have reservations?
- No.

Uh, do you have any rooms?

I've had a cancellation.
It's just a suite.

We'll take it.

There's a pullout sofa.

Okay.

Just trying to get some shut-eye.

I'm glad to hear it.

Mulder, what are you doing?

That bed nice and comfy?

- Mulder, go back to sleep.
- I wish that I could, Scully.

They just found Arkie Seavers
dead in his jail cell.

Somebody want to explain this to me?

- Who found him there?
- One of the trustees.

That guy.

This happens all the time.

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

Looks like a suicide.

He was strangled to death.

Not necessarily, Mr. Cavalier.

- He's wearing handcuffs.
- It looks impossible

and I admit, it's highly improbable,

but there is ample case history

that it can be done.

The victim simply spins the belt
around, unbuckles it,

fastens it to the bars,
loops it around his neck,

- and uses his body as leverage.
- No, no, no, no.

- Arkie didn't want to die.
- I agree with you.

This is an outrage. Now,
who is gonna stop this carnage?

We're working on it.

Well, someone's got to pay.

Arkie did not want to die.

I know what you're thinking, Mulder.

Anyone up for a game of Hangman?

It's just a coincidence.

Judy said that she didn't
even know Arkie Seavers.

Not necessarily, Scully.

- Well, she said she didn't know him.
- She said

- that she might.
- She also said

she was playing telepathically
with her brother.

Our suspect number two.

Oh, for God's sakes.

My one damn day off.

Chucky Poundstone?

Speaking to whom?

Fox Mulder. I'm with the FBI.

Oh, yeah.

With that tasty little redhead.

You tapping that, Special Agent,
or can Chucky bust a move?

You're that trustee.

You found the kid hanged
in his jail cell.

Yeah, I discovered the moron.

Kid had loser written all over him.

Can I ask you a few questions?

Why? Am I under suspicion?

It's just a few moments of your time.

Yeah, well, lucky I just tidied up.

I'm just saying, but
you better hope the fire marshal

never comes a-callin'.
He'd red-tag you...

You calling the marshal?!

No. I'm just saying.

Ah.

Talk about my house.

It's this town needs cleaning up.

Seen what you need? Get a sense

of what lurks beneath?

I'm an FBI agent, Mr. Poundstone,

not an archaeologist.

Yeah, well,
I got body parts in the fridge.

You play with your sister?

My sister's a miserable slut
and a damn cheater on top of it.

How does she do that?

She cheats. Breaks the rules.

What are the rules?

What are we, amigos now? Bros?

Is this you deftly profiling the
mind of Charles H. Poundstone?

- It's a simple line of inquiry.
- Yeah, well,

it takes a dipwad to know one.

I take it you're twins.

Ooh! Powers of deduction.

And she's the good twin.

You don't know Little Judy.

Well, begs the question
how you both could play a game

with the name of the deceased
Arkie Seavers in it.

I like the name Arkie.

Funny name for a no-account douche bag.

All right, well, you mind
if I take a picture of your wall

for my records?

Is this guy a numbnuts or what?

You talking to me?

No. I'm talking to him.

Is she expecting me here today?

We told her you were coming.

Then she flung Dookie at us.

So this is the other Judy.

We call her Demon Judy.

Why is the light off?

Makes you a harder target.

Well, sometimes
a split personality responds

to a strong persona who challenges

the childish psychotic.

Both parents hanged themselves.

And you'll come in with me?

- No way.
- Not a chance.

Judy, it's Agent Scully.

I want you to behave yourself.

- I know what you want, bitch.
- I want to know

about Arkie.

Reached the end of his rope.

I'm not afraid of you, Judy.

Oh, yes, you are.

Everybody's afraid of sweet Little Judy.

Is Little Judy a killer?

Little Judy's an angel.

And what about your brother?

Is he involved?

Could be.

Chucky Poundstone is
the Devil's dim-witted disciple.

Did he kill Arkie Seavers?

Arkie Seavers killed himself.

Now, how did you know that, Judy,

if you weren't involved yourself?

Are you trying to trick me, Agent Scully?

I want the killing to stop.

Oh.

Well, don't you have a heart of gold?

What's he see in you,
your handsome partner?

One taste of Little Judy
and he'd forget you even exist.

Maybe I can make you go away, too.

Are you threatening me?

Afraid I'm gonna dirty
your cheap little ensemble?

You're nothing but a hosebag.

How old are you? 40s?

Past your child-bearing years.

You're all dried up,

not even half a woman.

You can't hurt me, Judy.

Nothing hurts like the truth.

Just a minute!

Hey. What'd you find out, Scully?

That Dookie winging past your head

sends a sharp message to your brain.

What message is that?

To gather

the other apes and make war
on your dread enemy.

I believe I'm in touch
with that feeling, Scully.

Really? Did you have Dookie
flung at you, too?

Uh, figuratively.

By the queerest little man
in the queerest little house.

I don't know, Mulder. This Judy,

she has some... malign influence
over these victims,

and I'm at a loss
to figure out what it is.

Yeah, I agree. There is
some evil in the air, Scully.

No, it's not evil... it's mental illness.

There's some kind
of psychic transference.

- I wouldn't rule out ghosts.
- Well...

...except for the fact
that they don't exist?

Of course there are ghosts.

I mean, science has proven
that the stimulation

of the brain's left anterior insula

is linked to the feeling
of a sensed presence

and that repeated stimulation
to an area of the left

temporoparietal junction is what promotes

the sense of a shadowy figure,

collectively known as
the Gastaut-Geschwind syndrome.

Talk about flinging dookie.

Mulder, do you think of me as old?

What? Where is that coming from?

- Well...
- I mean, maybe in dog years. No.

What are you...
what are you talking about?

Well, a woman thinks about these things.

No, Scully, you're...

You still got it going on, you...

You still got some scoot in your boot.

I'm gonna boot you out of here.

Knock three times.

Bloodsucking scumbag.

You think you're gonna point
the finger at me?

_

Four letters, little sister.

Is there an "E"?

I thought so.

Top of the morning, Agent Muldoon.

- What's on your mind?
- I want to know how you do it.

I haven't a clue what you mean.

Is the other Chucky here,
the one I talked to yesterday?

Search me, Agent Muldoon.
I am not my brother's keeper.

It's Mulder. And I think this is an act.

You choose 'em at the jail, don't you?

The losers like Arkie Seavers,
who you hanged,

if not literally, then psychically.

Does that FBI health plan of yours

cover anger management, Agent Mulder?

Who's next, Mr. Poundstone?

You're asking the wrong guy.

I can have you
and your alter ego arrested.

I can have you committed.

- On what legal pretense?
- Intent to commit a crime.

I've seen many a bad jailhouse lawyer

spring far less innocent men
than I, Agent Mulder.

I'd even venture I'd have grounds

to have you censured for abuse of power.

You're going down, Poundstone.

Tell it to the hand, G-man.

Oh, that's original.
I haven't heard that one before.

Before I punch you in the face

and snatch Little Red Riding Hood!

Now, there's the Chucky I came for.

And that's the Chucky who's
eventually gonna hang himself.

Judy, excuse me, hon.

Agent Scully's here to see you.

What brings you here today, Agent Scully?

Do you have any recollection

of our exchange that we had yesterday?

No memory whatsoever?

- You look mad at me.
- I am mad, Judy.

I am... angry

because I need to stop the killings

and I don't know how.

And you blame me, don't you?

Are you to blame?

I'm an actress, Agent Scully.

I've never even played a killer.

Where is the person that
I talked to here yesterday?

Where is that Judy?

She's right over there.

- No, she's not.
- Sure she is. Just look.

No, she isn't, Judy,

and I think that
you're pretending that she is.

You mean I'm pretending so I can
sit here in this bed all day?

I think you have some kind of power

to influence people's lives.

I think you mean their deaths.

Yes.

That's exactly what I mean.

People can protect themselves.

How? Protect themselves how?

By taking these pills.

I take them every day
to protect me from her,

and so far...

...they've worked.

Did the nurses give you these?

Every morning with breakfast.

Would you consider not playing
that game with your brother?

Well... well, what would I do

in here all day, Agent Scully?

I'd go mad.

I have a question for you.

Uh, she said that you give these to her

at breakfast every morning

and that they have secret powers.

That's really only half true.

That you give them to her at breakfast

or that they have secret power?

We bring her bread every morning,

and she rolls it into those pills.

So these are just bread pills.

They have no medicinal qualities.

No. Not that we know of, anyway.

Uh, but we both take them.

In case they have secret power.

You might want to take them, too.

- What'll you have, Dean?
- I'll, uh,

take the lunch special. No mayo.

Salad on the side, lightly dressed.

And if you bat those baby blues at me,

I'll give you a little something
on the side, too.

Well, promises are like bananas...

they're only good when they're appealing.

You know, one day I've got
to have you over to my place

to see my sword collection.

You say that to all the girls.

Hey, did you see that guy?

Did I see what guy?

Cancel the blue plate!

Agent Scully, I saw him.

Hold your horses, Mr. Cavalier.

He looked just like me.

Just calm down and you can tell us both

- what it is that happened.
- All right.

I saw him through a window, the same way

that Arkie said he saw his double.

- Was it the first time?
- No, no. I...

I think I saw him the other day
staring at me from a bus stop.

- You're only making it worse.
- What do you mean

I'm making it worse?
This guy is stalking me.

Your paranoia
is only gonna feed on itself.

Y-You know that mass hysteria
is just a symptom

of fears run wild.

- Well, those people all died.
- While I agree

with Agent Scully's theory,
I do think there's a danger

and you should take
every precaution against it.

All right. So what should I do?

Stay off the interstate?

Do you have a family, Mr. Cavalier?

No, I don't. I live by myself.

Okay, well, maybe stay home,
uh, take some time off work,

- lock your doors, and-and
call the police - Yeah.

If you have another panic attack.

Yeah. Well, that's easy for you to say.

- Take my card.
- And just know

that it can't haunt you
if you don't let it.

Yeah.

Like I said before,

clearly there's a dark influence
set loose in this town, Scully.

Well, by "dark influence," again,

I presume you mean evil, Mulder.

But there is no such thing as evil.

I mean, evil is a concept,
like the Devil.

Oh, the Devil is a concept?

Certainly, that's not what they taught

young Dana Katherine Scully
in Sunday school, is it?

Well, I certainly believed
in the literal Devil

- when I was a child.
- So you don't believe that

we, as humans, have dark sides
that we sublimate or repress?

Well, while anyone
with an imagination can

entertain acting out violence
or antisocial behavior,

that doesn't mean
that there's an evil twin

lurking inside of us.

Speak for yourself, Scully.

And tell that to Chuck and Judy.

Chuck and Judy are mentally ill, Mulder.

- Explain how they're doing it.
- I can't explain it.

But if you eliminate the impossible,

whatever is remaining, even if
improbable, must be the truth.

No sugar, Sherlock.

But I have to admit,

I, uh, still sleep
with my back to the door

just in case the Devil

comes in the night.

Can never be too careful.

Is there an "S"?

Damn you, Chucky Poundstone.

Please, Mulder,

you've got to quit scaring me like that.

Oh, I'd like to quit.

Thank you.

So, neighbors called police

when they saw him acting suspiciously.

He was dumping firearms in the driveway.

I take it the doors were locked
from the inside

- when they arrived?
- Yeah, he wasn't responding.

They looked through the window
and broke in the door.

Has anybody offered up

any evidence for how this could happen?

Well, it seems everyone's
under the agreement

that a man can't cut off his own head.

Oh. Good to see there's still
a shred of sanity left

- in this town.
- But, for the record, I have to say,

it's not outside the realm
of extreme possibility.

Oh, so he just tripped and fell

and splattered the walls with blood?

Well, if he were a determined
man with a razor-sharp sword

set on creating his own
self-fulfilling prophecy...

He was scared out of his mind, Scully.

Well, if he was in his right mind,

- he might've called you.
- Oh.

Maybe he tried.

Only he lost his head.

You coming, Scully?

Oh. Speak of the devil.

I can't sleep, Mulder.

What's the problem?

Something about this
case is getting under my skin.

Well, we've had stranger cases, Scully.

Can you hold me?

Yeah. I can do that.

What's gonna happen?

What's gonna happen when?

When we're old.

What do you mean "when"?

I mean...

sooner or later we're gonna retire and...

Hmm.

Are we gonna spend time together?

I'll come push your wheelchair
with my wheelchair.

That's not what I mean.

Oh, I'll always be around, Scully.

Offering bulletproof theories of genius

that you fail to assail with
your inadequate rationality.

And I'll always be around
to prove you wrong.

Hmm.

Promise.

No, but that's not what I mean.

What do you mean?

What if you meet someone?

What if you meet someone...

younger who... wants to have kids?

Oh, that's what you mean.

Well... you could do the same.

You could meet someone and... have kids.

Mulder, that's not gonna happen.

That's nonsense.

No, it's not.

I'm... I'm at the end of that journey.

Do you want to have more kids?

Well...

I would have liked to have had
another one.

Mm.

At the risk of sounding insensitive,

what's stopping you?

Mmm...

besides the fact that
the first time was a miracle?

And besides the fact
that I don't have anyone

to have one with even if I could?

You're a woman of science.

Mulder, sometimes I think
the world is going to hell

and that we're the only two
people who can save it.

The world is going to hell, Scully.

The president working to bring
down the FBI along with it.

What if we lose our jobs?

Yeah. Then what would we do?

We'll think of something.

All right.

Is there an "L"?

I said, is there an "L"?

Are we playing or not, Chuck-face?

Earth to Judith.

Yes, Your Royal Highness,
there is an "L."

- Scully, get up. Get dressed.
- Mmm, come back to bed.

They're coming after me.

What are you talking about?

I was looking in the mirror,
and there he was.

There I was.

It wasn't my reflection.

- It was my double.
- I know.

- I-I-I saw my double, too.
- They're targeting us both.

That's how they operate, Mulder.

I know how they operate.

You're just playing into it.

Spare me the pop psychology, okay?

- Mulder, you have to calm down.
- Scully.

Scully, put a dimmer on
that afterglow and get yourself

to the hospital before they hang us both.

Mulder, they can't hang us.

We-we can only hang ourselves
if we panic.

How many letters in Scully, Scully?

Is there another "L"?

What do you mean, no?

So throw a hissy. One "L".

You know you're in love with him.

Double "L," Chuck-face.

Who's the one in love?

Chucky Poundstone!

No letter "C," super freak.

- I know you're in here.
- I said, no letter "C."

You're under arrest, Chucky!

Put the pencil down.

Who's the cheater now?

My rational mind knows that you
are only a...

a manifest psychic ideation

borne of latent hostility.

Maybe Mulder was right,

you're evil incarnate.

It's all you are.

Step aside.

I'm coming through.

Is there a "J"?

Oh, look,

and a "D,"

and an I-T-H.

Is there a...

C-H-U-C-K-Y?

- I don't want to go in there.
- Not going in there.

Judy, open the door.

Judy!

Judy?

Nurses, get in here!

Get Dr. Russell.

So I was thinking maybe we could
get a couple hours in

before checkout time?

I'm just talking about getting
some shut-eye.

I'm glad to hear that, Mulder.

Yeah.

Uh, I guess I should hit the hay.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

But if you need anything,
you just, uh, call me.

I can't imagine that I will.

But then again,

it's not out of the realm
of extreme possibility.