All language subtitles for The.X-Files.S07E08.The.Amazing.Maleeni.VF

[Man]
Mr. Maleeni.

Hey, guy.
You ready to rumble?

If by "rumble" you mean perform,
yes, I am.

Cool. You know how he said
you get 125 for the day?

It's gonna be 75 instead.
The gate's for crap.

But, hey, the show's
gotta go on, right?

- This will be my greatest show ever.
- Right on.

[Applause]

Ladies and gentlemen,
damas y caballeros,

I aim today not just
to entertain but to educate,

to instruct and inform
in the venerable...

- and ancient history of my art.
- [Slurping]

UntilJohann Nepomuk Hofsinzer...

called playing cards
the poetry of magic,

a conjuror's skill was determined
entirely by his ability...

to perform one effect.

That effect was known
as the cups and balls.

The games were known for hundreds,
if not thousands of years.

Perhaps the greatest performer
was the Italian Bartolomeo Bosco.

Get on with it.

Bosco's passes
with the cups and balls.

Wah-day...

chubio...

colerader.

Three gone...

and yet three... return.

Bosco had only one
contemporary rival,

a slightly older Frenchman named Conus,
who announced in 1795...

that he would make his wife,
who was five-foot seven,
appear under one of the cups.

Practice though I have,
I have been unable even to get married.

[Sarcastic Laughing]

Conus placed one ball in his pocket.

He put the second ball away.

Putting the third ball in his hand,
he made it vanish,

and that's the mystery...

of the cups and the balls.

Yo! Can't you do anything
that ain't a hundred years old?

That ain't old school,
that's decrepit.

Young man, shall I come
heckle you on your job?

Make sure you count out
the requisite number of McNuggets?

Show me somethin'.

Come on.
Show me somethin'.

A callow challenge to be met
by experience and skill.

To wit,
the Egyptian Dedi,

whose most
celebrated feat...

was to reattach
a recently severed head,

reuniting it with
the still-warm body...

and no harm done.

Western history knows...

three previous attempts
at recreating...

this Noachian feat,

each of the three
ending in tragedy.

This will be the fourth.

May I have complete silence,
please?

- [Crowd Hooting, Whistling]
- Yeah!

Senor Maleeni!
Ho ho!

[Man On P.A.] Folks, let's give it up
for the Amazing Maleeni.

Guy, you rock. That kicked ass.
I mean, it looked completely real.

How did you do that?

Oh, yeah, right.
Magic.

Oh, hey, your money.
Hold up.

Two, four, fifty, fifty-five, sixty,
sixty-five, seventy, seventy-five.

You earned it.
Mr. Maleeni?

[Clears Throat]
Mr. Maleeni.

Oh, God! Oh...
[Panting]

Whew.

- Neat trick, huh?
- I can think of a neater one...

how you convinced me to drop everything
and get on the first plane
to Los Angeles.

Come on, Scully.
This isn't intriguing enough for you?

A magician turns his head
completely around, 360 degrees,

to the delight of young and old alike,

after which it plops
unceremoniously onto the pier.

- See the picture?
- Yeah, I saw the picture.

And as for this Amazing Maleeni
turning his head all the way around...

Like you said, Mulder, neat trick.

- But?
- But... I'd guess this event...

was completely removed
from his subsequent murder.

- You think this was a murder?
- Don't you?

Mulder, his head was cut off.

Ah. Observe the nearly
complete absence of blood.

Observe the paucity of fingerprints,
as evidenced by the L.A.P.D.'s
liberal use...

- of lycopodium powder.
- Why are you talking like Tony Randall?

Know that the Amazing Maleeni was alive
one moment and expired the next.

Know also that no one
saw his fleeing attacker,
nor heard the dying man's cries.

Mulder, I admit that I
don't know how it happened,

but I still say that it was a murder.

- So what's your theory?
- A magic trick gone horribly wrong.

One that claims the lives
of all who attempt it.

Can I see that camcorder again?

Thank you.

A tourist videotaped...

Maleeni's performance.

This...

That ain't old school, that's decrepit.

- [Heckler] Show me somethin'.
- Who's the heckler?

Come on. Show me somethin'.

I don't know.

[Scully Scoffs]

Neat trick, huh?

Hang on a second. Let me see this.

That heckler's pretty hard to impress,
wouldn't you say?

Look at him.
He just takes off in a huff.

- You think he's a murderer?
- It's worth checking out,
don't you think?

I don't know. That'd be a neat trick
in itself. You never see his face.

Ah! But observe.

His discarded soda cup.

The hand may be quicker than the eye,
but it still leaves fingerprints.

- Provided they haven't dumped the trash.
- Skeptic.

[Clinking]

[Scully]
Mr. LaBonge?

We're agents Mulder and Scully
from the F.B.I.

Were you at the Santa Monica Pier
yesterday morning?

Yeah.

[Mulder] You attended a magic show,
the Amazing Maleeni?

Yeah, he sucks.
Why?

He's dead, under extremely
suspicious circumstances.

He still sucks.

- How'd you find me?
- Your fingerprints.

- You have a criminal record.
- A conviction for pickpocketing.

[Sighs] Man, that was performance art.
Besides, it's ancient history.

What are you saying?
You think I killed him?

Well, you're on videotape
heckling the deceased.

What did you have against
Mr. Maleeni?

First of all,
his name's not Maleeni.

That's the name
of a real magician,

a guy at the turn of the century,
Max Malini.

- Ever hear of him?
- No.

It's too bad.
You should've.

Anyway, he steals his name,
spells it a little differently...

and he does some tired crap
that wouldn't cut it
at a kid's birthday party.

What about the trick where he
turns his head completely around?

Check it out.

[Cracking]

[Chuckles]

No problem.
Did you like that?

- Yeah.
- Watch.

A coin in the hand...
blows away.

Maybe it's a little bit
hard for you to see.

Let me make that...
bigger for you.

Great, but I don't see how
they're any different or better
than the ones Maleeni did.

Mozart and Salieri.

They sound pretty much
the same to a layman.

But they ain't.
You know what I'm sayin'?

It's about originality.

Style.

And more than
anything else...

soul.

Because that's what separates
the great ones...

from the hacks.

We can't do this halfway. We're dealing
with powerful forces at work here.

Energies far beyond
our mere...

mortal... understanding.

Enough to make a magician
lose his head?

Could be.

That, and I hear Maleeni racked up
some pretty big gambling debts.

Who knows who he
might've pissed off.

Thank you, Mr. LaBonge.
We'll, uh, be in touch.

Please do.
Oh, and agents?

Mozart and Salieri.
Which one's which?

Mulder, I think that
professional jealousy...

is as good a motive
for murder as any.

If it was a murder.
I'm not convinced.

If I can get Mr. Maleeni
into an autopsy bay,

hopefully we can put this issue
to rest as soon as possible.

All right, I'm stumped.
I think I'm supposed to be.

- What do you think?
- Well, first of all,

I'm sorry to disappoint you,
but Mr. Maleeni's head...

didn't just
magically fall off.

It was very
carefully sawed.

Very slow
and exacting work,

probably with
a fine-tooth meat saw.

And check out
this little detail.

Spirit gum, Mulder.

It held the head
to the body.

- Just barely, of course.
- So he was murdered?

Well, no. As far as I can tell, this man
died of advanced coronary disease.

- Natural causes.
- Yeah.

So basically, he died of a heart attack,
somebody crept up behind him,
sawed his head off...

and then glued it back on all in
the space of 30 seconds. [Chuckles]

- Does that make sense to you?
- No.

Which makes it
even stranger still,

because as far
as I can tell...

this body has been dead
for over a month.

I see signs
of refrigeration.

And yet he performed yesterday.

- What a trouper.
- Well, somebody performed yesterday.

Cissy Alvarez.

Who are you?

You don't remember me.
Ain't that a bitch?

My name's LaBonge. I did time
with you about eight years ago.

- You were in for bank robbery.
- The name doesn't mean anything.
What do you want?

I hear you're
a poker player.

You won big off a guy who
calls himself the Amazing Maleeni.

Also goes by the name
of Herman Pinchbeck.

- Pinchbeck?
- He's dead.

Yeah, I saw in the paper.

Something about his head fell off.
Yeah. What's it to you?

I'm the guy that
made his head fall off.

You took his marker, right?
What'd he owe you, 15 grand?

- Twenty.
- I don't think he was
ever gonna pay you back.

You want to cut
to the chase?

You know, get a little more of your
story out before we stomp you to death?

How would you like to get back
what you're owed times ten?

200,000. Mm. How?

- Helping me.
- Do what?

Magic.

Wanna hear more?

Excuse me. I'm looking
for Mr. Albert Pinchbeck.

- He's the gentleman right over there.
The poor man.
- Ah.

- He look familiar to you, Scully?
- He certainly does.

- The plot thickens.
- He might try and run.

Come in.

- Good morning, Mr. And Mrs...
- Agents Mulder and Scully, F.B.I.

You're not here for a home loan,
I take it.

No. We are investigating
the death of a magician...

who called himself
the Amazing Maleeni.

Herman Pinchbeck,
my twin brother.

Yes, we know.
We checked his next of kin.

- What happened to your neck,
Mr. Pinchbeck?
- I was in a car accident.

Car accident.

So your injured neck has nothing
to do with a magic trick...

you performed at the Santa Monica Pier
two days ago,

one which involved you turning your head
around 360 degrees?

Well, no.
That wasn't me.

I was in a bad car accident
in Mexico.

A bad Mexican car accident
in Mexico.

- Do you know magic, Mr. Pinchbeck?
- Yes, I do.

Back in the '70s,
my brother and I performed together.

- Why'd you stop?
- You never really stop.

[Drawer Slides]

[Mulder]
Pick a card, any card?

[Clears Throat]

[Mulder]
Hmm.

- Very impressive.
- My brother and I both wanted to do...

the absolute best magic
the world had ever seen.

The difference was,
I knew we'd never get there,

but he always
believed we would.

We didn't talk much
after I quit the act.

I have a theory, Mr. Pinchbeck,
and I'm gonna tell you how it goes.

I think that your brother Herman
died of heart disease...

having never made it as
the world's greatest magician.

I think that hurt you, just as
your estrangement from him hurt you.

I think what you did was perform
his last act for him.

One last act for which
he'd always be remembered.

One last act that would end with
such a shock, such a denouement,

as would be forever remembered
in the annals of magic.

That's what I think.

I so wish that were true.

It was a very bad car accident
in Mexico.

- Oy!
- No kidding.

What now?

A guy's head falls off,
it's the greatest trick in the world.

When there's no
discernible point to it,

what's the reason for doing
that in the first place?

Well, why do people do magic? To
impress, to delight, to gain attention.

Well, this one's gaining
mostly police attention.

Maybe that's the point.

Well, maybe we should
consult an expert...

someone who knows magic, who's seen
the greatest trick in the world.

Maybe he can help us
figure that out.

- Mozart.
- Yeah.

What's in it for me?

I mean, let's say I help you out.
What do I get in return?

The feeling of pride that comes
from performing your civic duty?

[Mulder]
How 'bout the chance...

to root through the professional secrets
of your least favorite magician?

Good for a laugh, I guess.

Man, it's worse
than I thought.

You gotta feed those things,
you know.

So...

- Maleeni wasn't murdered.
- It would seem not.

So someone impersonated him
and his crappy act.

It's impressive.

I'd say the twin brother did it,
but I don't think...

he's any better a magician
than Maleeni was.

There's that,
and he's got no legs.

Yeah. Whatever.

Yeah. Whatever.

Anyway, we're looking for a magician
with the same height and build.

A good makeup job and the right wig,
and no one would know the difference.

Not even you, I guess.

I had a couple of
jell-O shots in me.

Hey, how did this impersonator
switch out the dead body?

With ease. You're gonna kick yourselves
when I show you how he did this,
it's so simple.

Because magic is all about...
misdirection.

Your impersonator simply made sure
everyone was looking the other way...

when he pulled Maleeni's body
from its secret hiding place...

underneath...

the floor.

[Sighs]

Man, this guy's good.

Well, thanks for
your expert opinion.

I guess we're right back
where we started.

Maybe not.

You said that, uh, the Amazing Maleeni
had some gambling debts?

Yeah, that's what I heard.

Check this out.
Looks like a marker.

$20,000. Pinchbeck.

What would this be doing
in Maleeni's van?

[Guard]
Thank you, Mr. Pinchbeck.

If you could
sign here for me.

With pleasure.

- Anthony, what kind of gun is that?
- Glock 17,.9 millimeter.

I've been thinking of maybe
buying one since my accident.

Well, here. Take a look.

Hmm.

- Gosh, it's heavier
than I would've thought.
- [Chuckles]

Thank you,
Anthony, Marvin.

- If you ever want,
I'll take you to the shooting range.
- [Clip Clicks]

- Hmm.
- Have a good one, Mr. Pinchbeck.

You too.

Hello, may I help you?

- Damn, you look just like him.
- I'm sorry?

Your no-good,
malapaga brother...

died owing me money...

a lot of money.

- You're gonna make good.
- I'm sorry,

but my, uh, brother's debts
are his own.

I said,
you're gonna make good,

'cause me and my friends,
we know where you live.

[Clattering]

- That sound like the rear diff?
- Pull over.

Stay here and call it in.
I'll check it out.

We got a problem with the rear diff.
We're on Fourth and Main.

Checking it out is Anthony.

You! In the truck!
Get up where I can see you.

Hands where
I can see them!

Up! Hands up.

All right. Get out.

Mister, get out...

Hey, I got a guy down
back here!

It was a guy with tattoos!
I shot him four times!

I don't understand.
He was right here.

[Scully]
It's your handwriting, is it not?

Mr. Alvarez,
please answer the question.

That ain't mine.
I don't know where you got that.

It's interesting.
Yours are the only fingerprints on it.

[Scully] We ran it through the
California Criminal History Database,

to which you seem to be
quite well known.

So it's my marker.

So Pinchbeck owed me money.
It was a friendly game of poker.

Very friendly.
$20,000 friendly.

- Where did you find that?
- In Herman Pinchbeck's van.

Where were you
last Thursday?

Here. All day. Ask 'em.

What is it you think I did
to Pinchbeck, huh?

What's in it for me?
If I kill him, he ain't gonna pay me.

Why did you play with him
in the first place?
You knew he was a professional magician.

I didn't know what he was.

And he sure as hell
couldn't play worth a damn.

Don't leave town,
Mr. Alvarez.

Don't you find it odd that the
Amazing Maleeni's a lousy poker player?

- This is a guy who's adept
at manipulating cards.
- Maybe he wasn't so adept.

- LaBonge certainly doesn't have
a high opinion of his skills.
- There's another possibility.

Behold... an ordinary
household quarter.

I'm going to take the quarter
from my right hand
and place it into my left hand.

- Where is it?
- It's in your right hand.

No, no, no.
Ahh-ahh!

- That's not bad. Mulder...
- Blow your nose, Scully.

- Blow your nose. Come on. Blow.
- Achoo.

- Ta-da! Look at that.
The Great Muldeeni.
- Amazing!

- What's the point?
- Misdirection. It's the heart of magic,
like LaBonge said.

I made you look in one direction,
the quarter went in the other.

That's what you think's
happening in this case?

I think we're being
led around by our noses.

- By whom? Maleeni's already dead.
- It certainly would appear so.

But then again, you thought the quarter
was in the right hand.

[Engine Starts]

- [Dial Tone]
- [Punching Keypad]

- [Line Rings, Woman's Voice]
911 emergency.
- Yeah, hello?

Yeah, I want to report a man with a gun.
He's threatening to kill somebody.

- Can you please speak up?
- No, I can't speak up. No, I can't!

[Receiver Drops]
Sir?

Hello? Hello?

[Alvarez]
Son of a bitch.

[Door Opens]

Hey, partner.
Hey, guys.

- You son of a bitch.
- I'm sorry?

You tried to frame me.
[Swearing In Spanish]

- I didn't!
- Oh, you didn't, huh?
- Wait! We've got a deal!

- We got no deal.
I'm gonna bleed you, you little bitch.
- Back off!

- You're dead.
- [Siren Wails]

[Tires Screech]

Freeze!

Drop your weapon.

Hands behind your head.
Do it!

Put your hand down.
Spread your legs.

[Keyboard Clacking]

Agents.
An unexpected surprise.

- Good afternoon.
- We'd like to have a word with you,
Mr. Pinchbeck.

- I'm fairly busy, actually.
- I'll bet.

- Hey! What?
- Let's take a little spin, shall we?

- What's this all about?
- It's about misdirection, Mr. Pinchbeck.

Or should I say
the Amazing Maleeni?

Mulder!

It's a trick, Scully.
Voila.

Had you fooled.

- You're Maleeni?
- Call me Herman.

I was afraid for my life.

That's why I did what I did.
I'm not proud of that.

But I owe a lot of money
that I can't possibly pay back.

We know... gambling debts
to a man named Alvarez.

Yeah, that tattooed psychopath.

I've since heard
terrible stories about him,

things he did in prison
to fellow inmates.

- So why'd you play poker with him?
- He runs a good game.

I gamble to supplement my income.
God knows, magic barely pays.

Why did you lose? You could've
manipulated the cards, right?

Cheat? You're asking why
I don't cheat at cards?

- Well, you could, right?
- [Scoffs] Of course, I could.

But how would I live with myself?
Who raised you?

Well, sir,

what does any of this have to do
with your twin brother...

being found decapitated
at the Santa Monica Pier?

I went to my brother
for a loan.

Just my luck and his.

You found him dead
of a heart attack.

His body was still warm.

Looking at him lifeless,

I saw myself,
my own eventual mortality.

I saw all the things I meant
to accomplish but didn't.

It was an opportunity to vanish,
to become someone else.

Like I said,
I'm not proud of what I did.

And so you
refrigerated the body.

I needed time to figure out
how to pull it all off.

Impersonating my brother,
I called the bank,

told them I needed
a vacation week,

a trip to Mexico.

Then the bank received word that
I'd been in a terrible accident.

It gave me plenty of time
away from work.

And you posed
as an amputee...

to allay suspicion that
you weren't your brother.

That, and I rather enjoy
the sympathy,

especially from the women
in our office.

You, uh, still
haven't explained...

why you left your brother's body
at the pier,

or why you arranged to have
his head fall off.

He explained it. He put it
so eloquently when we last spoke.

It was my
final performance.

I wanted to go out with such a shock,
such a denouement,

as would forever be remembered
in the annals of magic.

That was your
last performance.

What's this for?

Well... I still think you've got
a few tricks up your sleeve.

My God.

We gave you handicapped parking.
We built you a ramp.

Did he have access
to the vaults?

Well, yes. He has a key to the day gate.
Several of us do.

- What are you looking for, Mulder?
- Any hint at all...

as to why Maleeni here
is really impersonating his brother.

What about this? Could he have
removed the funds electronically?

He didn't have security clearance
for E.F.T. S... electronic fund transfers.

Maybe he got around the security.
Can we check the withdrawal records?

It would require your badge number
and thumbprint...

and probably
a federal subpoena to boot.

We're extra cautious with the E.F. T.s.
You can understand why.

There may be an easier way.

- If I call up a transaction list
for this terminal...
- [Keyboard Clacking]

No. No, everything's in order.

Mulder, it says here something
about a robbery attempt yesterday.

Yeah, that wasn't against us, but the
armored transport service we deal with.

No money was taken
and no suspects were caught.

Yeah, well, Mr. Pinchbeck was
the employee who signed out the truck.

- He knew the schedule.
- I had nothing to do with that.

Maybe, maybe not.

We'll hold you
till we find out.

Make sure you don't
pull a vanishing act.

- [Door Opens, Closes]
- Hey.

[Buzzing]

Paul, I'm putting
Mr. Pinchbeck in six.

[Paul]
Right.

[Officer]
Sleep tight.

Wait. Don't I get
a phone call, sir?

- Sir?
- [Door Shuts]

[Tapping "Shave And A Haircut"]

- How'd it go?
- Swimmingly.

Abracadabra, man.

[Grunts]

Oh, damn!

Yes. Okay.

- All right. All right, thank you.
- Maleeni?

He's still in the city lockup,
where he's been since
we arrested him last night.

Certainly doesn't
look like he did this.

Lots of fingerprints.

Yeah, I guarantee you,
none of them match our thieves.

They're too clever
to leave clues,

except for the ones
they want us to find.

- Excuse me. May I show you something?
- Hmm.

[Manager]
We thought the security-camera footage
might show the robbers.

- [Scully] Does it?
- No. They all mysteriously...

went blank from about
3:00 a.m. To 3:20,

- but that's not what
we wanted you to see.
- This is from two days ago.

Cissy Alvarez,
convicted bank robber.

- You recognize this man?
- Yeah. Who is he to you?

- [Tapping Keyboard]
- [Anthony] I know those tattoos.

That's the man who
tried to rob my truck.

Aah! What the hell, man?
What did I do?

Yo, F.B.I., what's up?
What's up with this, man?

You can't just come bustin'in here!
I got civil rights!

I'm gonna call my lawyer,
and then we're gonna see what's what.

- There's nothing back there.
- This is harassment, man.
This is harassment!

Yo, what are they
lookin' for?

- Come on! Somebody talk to me!
- [Officer] Shut up!

[Alvarez] No, you shut up!
Yo, man, this ain't right.

Why you got the cuffs
on so tight?

Yo, will you please tell me
what he's lookin'for?

Oh!

- What?
- Well. Saving up for a rainy day?

- Oh, no, no, no! We got framed!
This is a frame-up!
- [Officer] Let's go.

- It was the magician!
- The magician? Maleeni?

No, not the dead one, man! That little
cabron LaBonge! LaBonge set me up!

- Listen to me! Listen to me!
- Billy LaBonge.

And the Amazing Maleeni. That's a
double bill I wouldn't want to miss.

Pinchbeck.
You made your bail.

You, too, LaBonge.

- [Officer] Okay.
- [Buzzing]

- I think releasing these two
may be a bit premature.
- [Mulder] Give us a minute.

Good morning, gentlemen.
Did you sleep well?

Agent Mulder.
Agent Scully.

- Bravo. Really.
- What do you mean?

Last night the Cradock Marine Bank
was robbed of $1.8 million.

This morning that
entire amount was found...

in the possession
of Mr. Cissy Alvarez.

Wow. I told you he was bad news.
Bravo to you.

- It was expeditious police work.
- [Chuckles] Well, thank you.

It was, wasn't it? It's only that
Alvarez was so obviously guilty...

a convicted bank robber
caught red-handed,

witnessed trying to rob an armored car
just two days earlier?

- He'll need a good lawyer.
- Yeah.

- Yeah, he's up a creek,
just like you two want him.
- Yeah.

I don't quite see where
you're headed with this.

I have no evidence,
but I have a theory, Mr. Maleeni,

and, uh, I'll tell you
how it goes.

I think that your twin brother Albert
died of a heart attack,

at which point, you and your
young protegee saw a golden opportunity.

My protegee?
I hate this guy's guts.

That's what you
wanted us to think.

[Mulder]
You wanted revenge against the man who
made your life in prison a living hell.

I did time with you
about eight years ago.

Alvarez. You and he were on
the same cell block eight years ago.

It was a setup from the start.
You played poker with him,
and you made sure that you lost big.

Which gave LaBonge an in with Alvarez
once everybody thought you were dead.

[Scully]
LaBonge planted Alvarez's marker in
Maleeni's van and made sure we found it.

And then you used Alvarez's greed
in order to ensnare him,

and then orchestrated the attempted
bank robbery in order to implicate him.

Yeah, that was you in the armored car
disguised as Alvarez.

Somehow Mr. Pinchbeck got ahold of
the guard's gun and switched the clip.

- Hold it!
- Guard didn't know it,
but he was firing blanks.

And then last night,
the two of you robbed the bank...

and planted the money
at Alvarez's place.

Don't you think we have
pretty good alibis?

You have great alibis.
You have the best alibis in the world,

which is why I think you two
got arrested in the first place.

[Scully]
With your expertise in sleight of hand,
pickpocketing and escapology,

I think you were both able to get out
of here by pilfering a guard's key.

You could have escaped,
stolen the money, framed Alvarez...

and been back here
in time for breakfast.

Scrambled eggs and sausage.

That would be the world's
greatest trick, wouldn't it?

One that would be forever remembered
in the annals of magic.

- What happens to us?
- [Mulder] To you?

You go free,
provided the magic is over.

The great ones always know
when to leave the stage.

[Buzzing]

Billy, let's get
the hell outta here.

- They are the world's greatest.
- We saw through their magic.

Ah, there's more.

Behold.

- The Amazing Maleeni's wallet.
- You picked his pocket?

No, I pilfered it from the evidence room
to prevent them from completing...

their final act
of prestidigitation.

- What are you talking about?
- I began to wonder,

why did they need
so elaborate a setup?

Why so high profile?
Why draw the attention
of the F.B.I. In the first place?

We were the last piece
of the puzzle.

Yes. Framing Alvarez was
just another misdirection.

This trick was about E.F.T. S,
electronic fund transfers at the bank.

Maleeni, Pinchbeck, he didn't have
security clearance for them,

so he needed a little federal law
enforcement intervention...

specifically,
my badge number...

and my thumbprint.

With those two items
they could pull off an E.F.T.
And steal enough electronically...

as to make that 1.8 million
look like cigar-lighting money.

But they can't do it
without this.

Pick a card, Scully.
Any card.

You know, Mulder, there's still
one thing that you haven't explained.

What's that?

How the Amazing Maleeni was able
to turn his head completely around.

- I don't know that.
- I do.

I'll show you.
Observe.

Gee! Very nice.
How'd you do that?

Well... magic.

No, seriously, Scully.
How'd you do it?

You know,
it's not the same thing.

Uh, it's different with the head.
Come on, now. Look at this.

[Chuckling]

[Child]
I made this!