All language subtitles for 04-The.X-Files.S03E04.Clyde.Bruckmans

"I foresee a romantic affair

between superstar Madonna
and superwitness Kato Kaelin."

That's a gimme.
That's not really going out on a limb, is it?

"I foresee author JD Salinger
finally publishing a new novel...

..and hitting the talk-show circuit
to promote it."

That's just playing the odds.

"I foresee the revelation that not Elvis,
but rather Buddy Holly, is still alive,...

..having faked his own death
so many years ago."

"Holly will not only re-emerge,
but also regroup with the Crickets,...

..and they will headline
in next year's Lollapala..."

"Lollapaz... pazoola."

What the hell is "Lollapallazo"?

Who's Buddy Holly?

Just give me my lotto ticket
and a pint of malt Scotch whisky.

- Anything else?
- Yeah.

One of these.

When I die

o That'll be the day

- Sorry.
- Don't apologise.

You're a better dancer than my last date.

So what has brought you
to Madame Zelma?

Well, can you really know everything
about me just by looking at my hands?

Hm.

The palms tell me all.

I would just like
for you to be able to tell me...

..why am I going to be doing
the things that I'm going to be doing?

Madame Zelma, she is a palm reader,
not a psychologist.

I know, I know. It's just...

I think I've somehow caught a glimpse
of my own future... myself.

And I see me doing things that...

..that just seem so out of character for me.

These are things that not only
do I not wanna be doing,...

..but I can't even imagine myself capable
of doing. And, yet, there I am. I'm doing 'em.

Mister...

- Please, you're hurting me.
- I know. I know.

And I'm sorry. But you're a fortune-teller.

- No. Please...
- You should've seen this coming.

Argh!

They say the eyes capture
the last image a murder victim sees.

- So what do they say about the entrails?
- Yuck.

Is it true you asked for help on this case?

- This guy's an expert at this sort of thing.
- I heard he was a bit unorthodox.

- He comes highly recommended.
- Yeah, I saw him on TV.

- So he's a publicity hound. He gets results.
- I worked on a case he did. Very spooky.

As long as he gives us leads,
I don't care how big a kook...

- Who the hell are you?
- I'm Agent Mulder. This is Agent Scully.

I forgot you were coming.
I'm Cline. This is Havez.

We're thinkin' this guy might be a Satanist,
what with the eyeballs.

Satanists take the eyeballs
and leave the body,

and not in anything but modern myths.

- He's gouging eyes for no reason?
- Nobody does anything without a reason.

We've composed a profile with explanations
of his attacks and also his choice of victims.

- Does it explain the entrails?
- Anthropomancy.

It was once believed that you could divine
your future by studying human entrails.

So this guy is hackin' up people
in order to see his future?

There's a possible connection with
all his victims being prognosticators.

Till this one. She was a doll collector.

And an amateur tasseographer.

She read tea leaves. You can gain insight
into your future by examining the pattern...

..on the bottom of the cup.

- You believe in this?
- I'm not convinced.

- But I'm pretty sure the victim was.
- Why?

Her leaves were telling her
she was about to be murdered.

I'm sorry, people.

- Mr Yappi!
- You're gonna have to stand back.

- Mr Yappi, I appreciate you coming here.
- Quiet.

Yes, I'm seeing visions. Visions of the killer.

He does not feel like
he's in control of his life.

Very important. That's why he kills. Yes.

- Can you see what he looks like?
- He looks like...

..a white man with facial hair... or not.

But he has, yes,...

..a tattoo somewhere on his body.

Maybe the tattoo has the facial hair, I think.

Huh!

I see him here, forcing himself,
yes, on the girl.

But he cannot perform,...

..so he's taking out his rage.

It's gone. I lost the vision.

Someone is blocking me.

I am picking up negative energy.

- Please, leave this room.
- I'm part of this investigation.

- You give off negative energy.
- I assure you, I believe in psychic ability.

So you say with your mouth,
but your thoughts tell me the truth.

Agent Mulder, please.

I can't take you anywhere.

Now, excuse me.
I have an interview to give.

Sceptics like you make me sick.

Mr Yappi, read this thought.

So's your old man!

It's too bad about your negative energy.
You missed quite a performance.

Look what he did to my pen.

Let me impress you with my psychic ability.

Mr Yappi proclaimed
the victim's body was near water.

He saw a church or school in the vicinity. He
got a flash of the letter S and the number 7.

- What's your point?
- His leads are so vague as to be useless,...

..yet easily seen as correct after the fact.

He said the killer doesn't
feel in control of his life.

- That's true of everyone at times.
- He said other things.

Some are bound to be right, but most
will turn out wrong. Which is which?

Look, all I know is that Yappi has provided
more solid leads on this case than you have.

Now, if you don't mind, I have to get
an APB out on a white male, 17 to 34,...

..with or without a beard,
maybe a tattoo, who's impotent.

Let's go.

Might as well go home, Mulder.
This case is as good as solved.

So General Mutual has a very
comprehensive $200,000 life policy...

..at a net annual cost of $2400.

You see, the thing is,...

..we were really hoping to buy a boat.

Mr Gordon, as a young husband,...

..you'll find that your new responsibilities
take precedence over recreational needs.

But this is a really good boat.

You don't get it, do you, kid?

Two years from now,...

..while driving down Route 91

..coming home to your wife
and baby daughter,...

..you're gonna be hit head-on by a drunk,...

..driving a blue '87 Mustang.

You'll end up looking worse than 60 feet
of bad road your body slides across...

..after flying out your front windshield.

Mister, you really need to work
on your closing technique.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
Not your lighter, Mrs Lowe.

I want your garbage.

Get outta here, you monster.

Is everything all right, Mrs Lowe? You
have enough supplies? Enough dog food?

Oh, God.

It's creepy, isn't it?

The Stupendous Yappi said
the first victim's body has been dumped.

- Then we find it in a Dumpster.
- Ooh, I just got a chill down my spine.

Who found the body?

According to the report, Mr Bruckman, you
didn't touch the body after you found her.

- Why would I want to?
- You reported a body with its eyes cutout.

The body was facedown. How did
you know the eyes had been removed?

Well, they had been, hadn't they?

Then what are you complaining about?

How had the eyes been cutout?

By a piece of crystal ball,
of all cockamamie things.

We did find
some crystal shards on the body.

How do you know it was from a crystal ball?

Well, it just figures. I mean,
if a guy goes to kill a fortune-teller,...

..he's obviously going to assault her
with her own crystal ball...

..and use a shattered piece as
a sort of lance, isn't he?

How much have you heard about
the recent slayings in town?

Just that some nut is killing fortune-tellers
and ripping their eyes and entrails out.

How did you know about the entrails?
That hasn't been released to the press.

I never read the papers.

Too depressing.

Mr Bruckman, I'm sorry, but I'm going
to have to ask you to come with us.

Step inside, Mr Bruckman.

What... what is this all about?

A murder occurred here earlier this evening.

We believe it was committed by the person
who murdered the woman that you found.

- Is there anything you can tell us?
- I didn't do it.

You're not under suspicion.

But I do harbour a suspicion
that you can see things about this crime.

- Things that we can't see.
- I'm not sure I understand what you mean.

I think you do.

Yeah, yeah, right. I'd like to see
both your badges again, right now.

I don't blame you, Mr Bruckman.

I'm supposed to believe that's a real name?

What is this all about?
I found a dead body in my Dumpster.

I reported it to the police and now,
suddenly, I'm accused of doing things,...

..or being able to do things,
that I couldn't possib...

Pinch me.

He's performing the same routine as The
Stupendous Yappi, just in a different style.

No, something told me,
something is telling me this guy's for real.

Oh, so now you're psychic?

The killer, he doesn't feel like
he's in control of his own life.

I mean, like, who is? Am I right?

But this guy,...

..he truly believes...
he sees himself as some kind of a...

“puppet

Can you describe him?
Do you get a visual impression of him?

So you can see into him, but not at him?

I didn't mean to give off
any negative energy.

Negative energy? What is this?

What is it? What do you see?

He's having sex with her. There.

- Is he raping her?
- Oh, no, no, no, not at all.

In fact, she's instigating the whole thing.

Then what's wrong?

Oh!

Sometimes it just seems that
everyone's having sex except for me.

Can you tell us why the killer
is murdering people in the way that he is?

Why does anyone do the things they do?
Why do I sell insurance? I wish I knew.

Why did this woman collect dolls?

What was it about her life?

Was it one specific moment
where she suddenly said: I know, dolls.

Or was it a whole series of things,...

..starting when her parents first met,...

..that somehow combined in such a way

that she had no choice
but to be a doll collect...

You'll find a woman tomorrow morning...
by the fat, little, white, Nazi storm trooper.

Glenview Lake.
Her body's floating in Glenview Lake.

Now, if you'll excuse me,...

..I think I've seen enough deaths
for one night.

- OK, go.
- We got her!

One more. Here we go.

Doesn't that propane tank
bear more than a slight resemblance...

..to a fat, little, white, Nazi storm trooper?

Mulder, the human mind
naturally seeks meaningful patterns...

..in things that don't inherently have any.

Given the suggestion of an image,
you can't help but see that shape.

If that tank weren't there,
you'd see it in a rock or tree.

Did you answer my question?

Yes, it looks like a Nazi storm trooper,
but that only proves my point.

He named the water the victim would be in.

That only implies that he put her in there.

- I don't believe he's the killer.
- I don't believe he's psychic.

If he's neither, how did he know
where the body would be?

Maybe he's just lucky.

..38, 40 and 44.

- Once again, the numbers are: 8, 12...
- Why?

Why do I do this to myself?

Come in.

I knew it was you.

I know why you're here.

You're here because you found that
woman's body where I told you it would be.

And now you're convinced
I have some sort of psychic power.

So while your sceptical lady partner
is off performing an autopsy,...

..you came here to ask my help
catching this serial murderer.

Everything you said is correct.

Oh, it's you.

I won't help you. Please leave.

- But you do admit to having this gift.
- I got it all right.

The only problem is it's nonreturnable.

Your ability has staggering implications
upon physics and human consciousness.

It's one which most people
would be envious of,

yet you seem to treat it with disdain.

Do you wanna know
how you're going to die?

Yes, I would.

No, you don't.

Not knowing has its own drawbacks,

which is why a good insurance policy
is so important.

I don't know what kind of coverage
the FBI has, but General Mutual has...

This murderer has already
committed four homicides.

He'll commit more
whether I help you or not.

- How can you be so sure?
- How could I see the future if it didn't exist?

But if the future is written,
then why bother to do anything?

Now you're catching on.

Mr Bruckman, I believe in your ability,
but not your attitude.

I can't watch people die...

..without doing everything in my albeit
unsupernatural power to interfere.

Well, you see, that's another reason
I can't help you catch this guy.

I might adversely affect the fate of
the future. His next victim might be...

..the mother of the daughter
whose son invents the time machine.

Then the son goes back in time
and changes world history.

And then Columbus never discovers
America, man never lands on the moon,...

..the US never invades Grenada.

Or something less significant
resulting in the fact

that my father never meets my mother...

..and consequently I'm never born.

So when do we start?

I don't know what it is,
but it belonged to a victim.

That's a hit.

In psychical parlance, a correct guess
is a "hit". An incorrect guess is a "miss".

The guy who cast the mould for this
will die of prostate cancer at the age of 82.

- Hit or miss?
- I have no way of verifying that information.

Then why'd you ask me?

It's ugly. Next.

I was told you were interrogating a suspect.

I'm now convinced of our psychic's ability.

Or, rather, his one ability.

He is able to divine
how people are gonna die, but that's all.

He can't provide any practical information.

I got it. This is yours.
This is from your New York Knicks T-shirt.

Miss.

This is worse than playing the lotto.

Try reading this.

- Save me the headache, Scully. What is it?
- It was found on the woman from the lake.

Identical key chains were found
on two other victims.

I managed to trace the insignia to an
investment firm called Uranus Unlimited.

They provide market strategies based
on astrological forecasts. It's owned by...

Claude Dukenfield: age 43,...

..316 Roundview Lane,...

..divorced with two children,...

..makes about $87,000 a year, nonsmoker.

- Is that a hit or a miss?
- As far as I know, it's correct.

You got all that information
by handling that key chain?

Oh, no.
I sold him a policy a couple of months ago.

It's just a coincidence.

In any case,
we're trying to get a hold of him.

Oh, you won't be able to do that.

He's been murdered.

- We're almost there.
- How are you receiving this information?

- How should I know?
- I mean, are you seeing it in a vision?

Or is it a sensation?
How do you know where to go?

I just know.

- But how do you know?
- I don't know.

Look, it's just up ahead.

There are worse ways to go,
but I can't think of a more undignified one...

..than autoerotic asphyxiation.

Why are you telling me that?

Look, forget I mentioned it.
It's none of my business.

Oops! Pull over here.

Stop. Stop, stop, stop.

This is the spot.

I guess you run into a lot of dead bodies
in your line of work.

You get used to it.

I never have.
I'm not sure you're supposed to.

Do you remember the first time
you foresaw someone's death?

- 1959.
- What happened in 1959?

- Buddy Holly's plane crashed.
- You prognosticated Buddy Holly's death?

Oh, God, no. Why would I wanna do that?

But I did have a ticket
to see him perform the next night.

Actually, I was a bigger fan of
the Big Bopper than Buddy Holly.

"Chantilly Lace", that was the song.

I'm not following.

The Big Bopper was not supposed
to be on the plane with Buddy Holly.

He won the seat from somebody else
by flippin' a coin for it.

- I'm still not following.
- Imagine all the things that had to occur,...

..not only in his life
but in everybody else's,...

..to arrange it so that
on that particular night...

..the Big Bopper would be in a position
to live or die depending on a flippin' coin.

I became so obsessed with that idea...

..that I gradually became capable of seeing
the specifics of everybody's death.

I'm not one who readily believes
in that kind of thing.

If I was, I wouldn't believe that story.

I know it sounds crazy, but I swear it's true.

I was a bigger fan of
the Big Bopper than Buddy Holly.

- Where's the body?
- Yeah, I don't understand how you know...

..that this is the exact area
but you can't pinpoint the exact spot.

I guess I can't see the forest for the trees.

OK, now!

I'm glad I could bring
a little smile into your life.

I'm not smiling, I'm wincing.

- What is this?
- The only evidence from Dukenfield's body.

That fiber may have come from
something the killer was wearing.

Don't you have crime labs
that analyse these things?

- Yes. Yes, we do.
- It'll take them time to provide information.

A similar fiber was on an earlier victim.

We're waiting for the lab
to determine its source.

- You'd be saving us a great deal of work.
- Look, I've got my own work to do.

I'm not a crime fighter by trade.

Mr Bruckman,...

..I can't speak for my partner,
but I'm desperate.

For some insurance.

General Mutual has some
very comprehensive coverage...

No, I can't tell you where this is from,...

..but the killer's gonna kill more people
before you catch him.

- Can you see him physically yet?
- No.

No, just more insight into his character,
which I know you hate.

He thinks he's psychic.

- Is he?
- I hope not.

I've seen things he's seen.

Like what? What does he see?

You.

He sees you...

..trying to catch him.

Where does this take place?

In a kitchen.

You're looking around for someone.

He's behind you now, but you don't know it,
and he's stalking towards you and...

- Oh, God!
- What? What do you see?

He's got a knife. It's got blood on it.

- Why don't I see him? What am I doing?
- You're looking down.

You stepped in a pie that's fallen to
the floor. The killer comes up to you and...

- Coconut cream.
- What?

The pie - coconut cream.
Or is it lemon meringue?

- I don't know. I'm not sure. It's hazy.
- Whatever. Please continue.

As you're looking down...
he comes up with the knife and...

Banana cream. Definitely banana cream.

All right, I'm looking down at this
banana-cream pie and then what?

He sees himself...
coming up to you from behind...

And? And what does he see?

Oh.

Nothing.

The visions of a madman.

You got all that from this?

How am I supposed to get anything
from this tiny little thing?

This came in the mail today.

Who's it from?

The killer.

"Like our lives, this is a mere formality
to let you know I know that you know."

"Can't wait till our first meeting when I kill
you, not before you explain some things."

"First on the list: why in the world did I send
you this letter? Sincerely, you know who."

"PS: say hi to the FBI agents."

Hi.

He must have been
at the crime scenes and seen us.

No, this is postmarked the day before
Mr Bruckman joined our investigation.

You have to come with us.
We gotta get you outta here.

Look, I'll be dead before you catch this guy
no matter what you do.

You've come to me because
you're searching for someone.

But don't worry. This person will find you.

It's a relative or a close friend.

Actually, a guy I'm gonna kill.

Ah, yes, it's clearer now.

You seek answers from a special man
who possesses a special wisdom.

This is real cream,...

..not the phoney stuff. I know the difference.

And the chocolate, very rich.

Look at these cute little doilies
they put everything on.

Are you sure you don't wanna join me?

- So what are you doing?
- Studying background checks.

This is what detective work is really like.

We can't come up with suspects
by having visions.

Jealous?

You're very confused right now.

Nothing seems to make sense to you.

You don't know why you do
the things that you do.

But your confusion is soon to come to
an abrupt end with the arrival of a woman.

A blonde or a brunette. Maybe a redhead.

There's something you haven't explained.
Can you see your own end?

I see our end.

We end up in bed together.

I'm... I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said that.
I don't mean to offend you or scare you.

Not here, not this bed.

I just meant I see us quite clearly...

..in bed together.

You're holding my hand...

..very tenderly.

You're looking at me with
such compassion and I feel...

Tears are streaming down my face.

I feel so grateful.

This is just a very special moment
neither of us will ever forget.

Mr Bruckman,...

..there are hits and there are misses.

And then there are misses.

I just call 'em as I see 'em.

Wow. I'm really impressed.

I've been to a lot of fortune-tellers,
but by far you're the best.

There's still one more card left.

This card's not meant for me.

It's yours.

So Ahab mistakes the prophecy
and, as a result, dies.

- A similar fate happens to Macbeth.
- Still, you're not the least bit curious?

That must be Mulder.
Time for the midnight shift.

All right. So how do I die?

You don't.

Get this, Scully. The lab analysis
from the first bit of fiber came back.

- It's lace.
- Chantilly lace?

You know what I like.

It's not likely that the killer was wearing
anything made out of Chantilly lace.

- But the Big Bopper, Chantilly lace...
- It's a coincidence.

If they're just coincidences,
why do they feel so contrived?

That's one to pose
to the psychic philosopher.

Good night, Mulder.

Am I keeping you awake?

I'm waiting for you to ask me another
one of those psychic-ability questions.

I've had dreams where I had a vision and
then later on I've seen that vision in reality.

And, as a psychic, have you
ever had prophetic dreams like that?

I have only one dream.

I dream it every night. You're not one
of those people who turns everything...

- ..into a sexual symbol, are you?
- No. No, I'm not a Freudian, no.

I'm lying naked... in a field of red tulips.

I'm not concerned with
where I am or how I got there.

I'm at peace.
And it's then that I realise I'm dead.

My body begins to turn
a greenish white with spots of purple.

Next, the insects arrive.

The inevitable follows:
putridity and liquescence.

Before I know it, I'm nothing but bones.

When I start fading to dust, I lose whatever
care I might have had about my clothes.

And as I begin to feel myself
slipping away towards I know not what,...

..I wake up.

Well, good night.

Mulder, there's...

- Are you OK?
- Oh, yeah.

I just didn't sleep well. What's up?

Havez is gonna stay with Bruckman while
we go to a tarot reader around the corner.

There's been another murder.

I'm losing patience with our psychic.
What good are his prophecies?

They're not preventive.

I'm starting to feel
more sympathetic to him.

- So you're convinced he's a psychic now?
- No, not really.

Sorry, ma'am.

I am convinced that by thinking he can see
the future he's taken the joy out of his life.

So then
the priest says to the rabbi...

- "I had it set for quail."
- Yeah.

Hey, I thought you said
you hadn't heard that one before.

I hadn't

Hey, is it true that you can see
how people are gonna die?

I mean, can you...

..see how I'm going to die?

Lung cancer?

Oh, thank God.

Hey,
I gotta go visit your rest room for a second.

Don't open that door for anybody.

Oh, God.

Was that not enough of a tip?

They brought you right to me.
Right to where I work.

What are the chances of that happening?

- Astronomical. It's beyond believability.
- But not impossibility.

I mean, after all, here we are.

It's funny how things work out sometimes,
isn't it?

I'll say.

So there's something I've wanted
to ask you for some time now.

You've seen the things I do
in the past and in the future.

- They're terrible things.
- I know they are.

So tell me, please, why have I done them?

Don't you understand yet, son?

Don't you get it?

You do the things you do
because you're a homicidal maniac.

That...

That does explain a lot, doesn't it?

It's all starting to make sense now. Huh!

No.

You don't kill me now.

I don't? Why not?

How should I know?

We've either got a copycat killer
or our guy's getting lackadaisical.

Not only did he leave the body, but he
didn't even bother to remove the eyes.

If my Miss Manners serves me right,

that protrusion from his left cornea
is a salad fork.

Something tells me
we're gonna get prints off it.

- Mulder, I've found another strand of silk.
- We got more than that this time.

- We got fingerprints, a footprint even.
- This is more like it.

No more psychics and their vague visions.
We don't even need our own hunches.

This case is now about
old-fashioned police work.

It's the bellhop.

He's the killer. The bellhop at the hotel.

How the hell does she know that?

Woman's intuition.

Havez?

Mr Bruckman?

Hey!

Drop it!

Agh!

Hey,
that's not the way it's supposed to happen.

- How did you know where to find us?
- I didn't.

- I got in the service elevator by mistake.
- Thank heaven for happenstance.

None of Bruckman's prophecy came true.

The killer didn't get to him first,
but he did kill Havez.

Then Bruckman's all right?

- Actually, I don't know. I couldn't find him.
- Then where is he?

"Miss Scully."

"My neighbour passed away last night."

"Please see that the remains
of her remains are taken care of."

"Would you like a dog? He is well-behaved,
regardless of his actions last night,...

..which you can't really blame him for."

Well, here's another nice mess
you've gotten me into.

- Well, I couldn't help it.
- Let's get back to Peoria where we belong.

Do you want to know the future?
Do you want to know what lies ahead?

Then call me, The Stupendous Yappi.

For years, I have entertained audiences
with my psychic abilities.

I have been consulted by Hollywood stars,
police departments, even presidents.

I can be your personal psychic consultant.

Do you want to know
if you will get that promotion?

Do you want to know
if your marriage will be successful?

Do you want to know where
you will meet your true love?

Then call me at 1-900-555-YAPP.

The future's close at hand
and so is your phone.

So to hear tomorrow's secrets today,
just pick it up.

I know you will. I can see your future.

I made this!