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[DEBORAH POPPINK'S
"OOH LA LA" PLAYS ON CAR STEREO]

[DOG BARKING]

MAN:
Keep it straight!

Come on, straight.

[WOMEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER RADIO]

Give him room!

Hold the line, gentlemen!
Look left! Look right!

Hold the line!

CRISSMAN:
It's here. It's here.

[DOG CONTINUES BARKING]

BANNAN:
Hey, calm down, Buddy. Hey.

Let him go. Let him go. Let him go.

Let him go. Let him go.

Easy, easy. Let him go!
Let him go, let him go.

Here. Here, it's here.

-It's here!
-Back up. Give him some room.

I've gone over the charts you've sent...

...and consulted another pediatric
neurologist who works with me here.

-We're alarmed by two things.
-Deficiency in lipid metabolism...

-...and diminished enzyme output.
-Right. That's exactly right.

Both indicate
Iysosomal storage illness.

You're the boy's
primary physician, Dr...?

Scully. Dana Scully.

You tested his Iysosome function?

I think you have
all my results there, doctor.

My fear is that it's a type-two,
degenerative brain disease...

...like Sandhoff disease...

...that his enzymes aren't clearing lipids
from his brain, causing atrophy.

If you suspect Sandhoff disease, I'd test
the boy's levels of hexosaminidase.

I've done that.
What I'm looking for here, doctor...

...is a course of treatment.

There is no treatment for Sandhoff.

But if there were,
I'm sure you'd tell me.

Hi, Christian. How are you feeling?

Okay, Dr. Scully. How are you?

Me? Well, I'm doing just fine,
thank you.

You got some outside opinions?

Yes. We're gonna do some more tests.

DRUMMY:
Dana Scully?

Dr. Scully, I'm looking for Fox Mulder.

Excuse me.

-Special Agent Drummy with--
-I can guess who you're with.

The FBI urgently needs to speak
with Fox Mulder.

I don't work with Fox Mulder any longer.
I don't work with the FBI.

Well, if you could contact him...

...it might just save the life
of an FBI agent.

MAN:
What's up, doc?

You've become awfully trusting,
Mulder...

...for a man wanted by the FBI.

MULDER:
Eyes in the back of my head, Scully.

"Auf einer Wellenlänge,"
as the Germans say.

It's a precognitive state
often confused with intuition...

...in which the brain perceives
the deep logic...

...underlying transitory human existence,
unaided by the conscious mind...

...materializing much as you did
just now.

Though if you'd actually materialized,
you'd be rapidly dematerializing.

But who believes that crap anymore?

Well, they do at the FBI, apparently.
I had a visitor today, Mulder.

The FBI wants your help
finding a missing agent.

I hope you told them
to screw themselves.

They say all is forgiven.

That they'll drop all charges against you
if you come in and help them solve this.

The FBI will forgive me?

They put me on trial on bogus charges
and tried to discredit a decade of work.

They should be asking me
for my forgiveness.

I think they are. Desperately.

How can I possibly help these people?

Someone's come forward
with some promising evidence.

-A psychic, he claims.
-Ah.

It's a trick, Scully, to smoke me out.

If the FBI wanted to get you,
I have no doubt that they could.

I think they've been happy
to have you out of their hair.

Good. I am just as happy
having them out of mine.

A young agent's life is at stake.

Mulder, I know I don't have to say this,
but it could have been you once.

Or me.

You know, the truth is,
I worry about you...

...and the effects
of long-term isolation.

I'm fine here.

I'm happy as a clam.

I'll tell them your answer.

Shit.

Okay, I'll go.

Under one condition.

[HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING]

Thanks for the lift.

Don't thank me. I didn't send it.

Wait here.

Come in.

Excuse me. They're here.

Thanks for making this happen.
I'm Special Agent in Charge Whitney.

-Dana Scully.
-Fox Mulder, I believe?

I know this is awkward. Welcome back.
My team and I appreciate your trust.

Well, trust being what it is,
what if I can't help you?

Or your agent turns up dead?

The past is the past.

I know your work on X-Files cases...

...and believe you may be the best
chance Monica Bannan has now.

-How long has she been missing?
WHITNEY: Since Sunday evening.

Almost three days.

SCULLY: I know you know this,
but after 72 hours...

-...there's slim chance she's still alive.
-We have slim reason to believe she is.

So far, we've got no evidence
to the contrary...

...and the facts give us hope.

Soon after she goes missing,
we find this: a severed arm.

-Where?
-About 10 miles from her home.

I don't understand. It's a man's arm.

Is it a match for evidence found at
or near the crime scene? Blood or tissue?

Blood. Found in her garage
and on the tool that matches the wound.

-You were led to it?
-Like a needle in a haystack.

By someone claiming psychic powers.

Joseph Fitzpatrick Crissman.

-And you think he's full of shit.
-What makes you say that?

Psychic.

-Father Joe was--
SCULLY: Father?

-He was a priest?
-Catholic.

He cold-called six hours after
Monica Bannan was reported missing...

...claiming a vision of her.
A psychic connection.

-And he tells you she's alive?
-That's right.

Have you found any other connection?

-To Monica Bannan?
-No. That's why I sent for you.

-I need to know we're not wasting time.
-Well...

...he's a religious man, clearly.
Educated man.

He took right action, said nothing
to cast doubt upon himself...

...has no connection to the crime.
You're wasting time...

...only it's mine and your agents'.

There's a question of credibility.

If you have no reason to doubt the man,
why doubt the man's visions?

He didn't lead us to Monica Bannan. He
gave us a guy's bloody arm in the snow.

This is not an exact science.
If it were me, I'd be on the guy 24/7.

I'd be in bed with him,
kissing his holy ass.

Father Joe's a convicted pedophile.

Maybe I'd stay out of bed with him.

What is this?

-Dorms for habitual sex offenders.
-Dorms?

They manage the complex
and police themselves.

Father Joe lives here voluntarily
with his roommate.

Just avoid the activities room.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

ROOMMATE:
Joe?

CRISSMAN:
Tell them to come in.

[JA'NET DUBOIS' "MOVIN ON UP"
PLAYS ON TV]

DRUMMY:
Father Joe?

CRISSMAN: Excuse the mess.
I haven't been sleeping.

DRUMMY:
Father Joe, this is Fox Mulder.

CRISSMAN: Okay.
-He'd like to ask some questions.

Actually, I'd like to ask something.

What was it you were praying for
in there, sir?

-For the salvation of my immortal soul.
-Do you think God hears your prayers?

-Do you think he hears yours?
-I didn't bugger 37 altar boys.

Oh.

-That's a colorful way of putting it.
SCULLY: I have another word.

MULDER:
I'm sure you do.

I have to believe he does hear me,
or why would he send these visions?

Maybe it's not God doing the sending.

You call them visions. You see them?

In what you might call my mind's eye.

What do you see?

I see the poor girl being assaulted.

I see her putting up a fight.

-I hear dogs barking.
-Where?

CRISSMAN:
Can't tell.

-But you see her alive.
-No, but I....

I feel that she is.

Can you show us how you do it?

I don't know
that I can do this right now.

Maybe it'd be better
if she wasn't here.

Maybe what you see is a way
to try and make people forget...

...what it is that you really are.

Jesus, Mulder.

So much for kissing his holy ass.

I'm sorry.

I've been too long away from
this business. Or not long enough.

No, you were good in there.

All I had were questions.
But you pushed him, you challenged him.

Like old times.

Yeah, well, he's a creep. And a liar.

He knows who did this.
They're supplying him with information.

Look where he lives.
And this arm they found?

This wasn't severed in any fight.
It was cut cleanly, chopped off.

And tell me how he's been able
to lead them straight to it...

...and not even muster a guess
as to where the victim is.

Two things you're gonna find
in the next 24 hours:

A dead agent, and that this guy,
Father Joe, is a big, fat fraud.

You could be right, Scully.

You could be right.

But what if you're wrong?

-What are you doing?
-Gonna take him for a ride.

See just how psychic
this Father Joe really is.

Yeah, well, it's been fun.

Scully? Nobody's gonna make you
sit next to him.

Thanks, but I've already been taken for a
ride. Anyway, he doesn't want me there.

-I want you here.
-This isn't my life anymore, Mulder.

I'm done chasing monsters in the dark.

I think you've done all
they've asked of you here too.

You know,
no one says you have to stay here.

These people need my help.

And I could really use yours.

-Are we getting warm?
-You tell us.

I don't know
I have a clue of where we are.

That's all right.
Everybody works differently.

Who are you, the good cop?

I'm the non-cop.

I don't know this girl.
This Agent Bannan of yours.

I haven't a clue of the connection.

There's always something,
however small.

And who made you the expert?

I once investigated a series of cases...

...involving unexplained phenomena
for the FBI.

So you believe in these sort of things?

Let's just say I wanna believe.

And his sister was abducted by E.T.

Is that true?

It was a long time ago.

She's dead...

...isn't she? Your sister.

This is where she was taken.

Your agent.
This is where she was attacked.

I want him to see the crime scene.

No, it's....

This isn't right.

You've brought me
to the wrong house.

Pulled that right out of his ass.

There were news crews
covering the scene.

Pictures of the neighborhood.
He could've recognized it from TV.

MULDER:
Yeah, but--? But why?

-Why?
-Why do it?

Why go to great lengths
to create an elaborate fiction?

Expiation. Forgiveness of his sins.

He's written dozens of letters
to the Vatican, pleading reengagement.

Rather odd way
to impress the Holy See.

Voice of God speaking through a man?
That's been a winner a few times.

-So you think he's guilty too, huh?
-We have to consider him a suspect.

You've found no connection
to the crime.

Don't think my guys stopped looking.
They think they're gonna find one.

Yeah, but you don't,
or I wouldn't be here.

I'm not the most popular girl at the FBI
right now for calling you in. Believe me.

I wasn't exactly Miss Popularity
at the FBI myself.

But you've dealt with psychics before.

Luther Lee Boggs, Clyde Bruckman,
Gerald Schnauz.

I went through those cases,
and that work was extremely impressive.

Yeah, well, I'm only half the team.

But it's your insights I need.

She ran away. She tried to escape.

There were two men. Well, she couldn't.
He pushed her down.

It was here. It was right here.

And then they put her in the back.

WHITNEY: Where?
-In the car. No.

-It was a truck with something on it.
-We have to find her!

She's in pain. Great, great pain.

-Tell me where.
-I don't know. I can't see.

-We need to find her.
-I can't see. I can't see.

Because he's pulling it out of his ass.

Father Joe?

Hi, Christian.

You're looking very
bright-eyed this morning.

-I was thinking.
-Yeah? What were you thinking?

How I'm going to get out of here.

Well, you know,
I'm thinking exactly the same thing.

Can I get out of here soon?

What's wrong?
Has something scared you?

The way the man is looking at me.

What man?

Don't be afraid.

I was just looking for those.

I wanted to go over them myself...

...and the results of the new tests
that you ordered.

That isn't really your purview, Father.
It's his primary physician's.

It is in my purview...

...to make sure all my physicians
are making the right choices...

...for their patients
and for the hospital.

Can I have the test results, please?

We are here to heal the sick,
not prolong the ordeal of the dying.

There are other,
better facilities for the boy.

[ENGINE REVS]

[DOGS BARKING]

[JAMISON YOUNG'S "MEMORIES CHILD"
PLAYS ON CAR STEREO]

Hey, hey. Hey!

I'm okay. I'm fine.

[SCREAMS]

[DOGS HOWLING]

MULDER:
I can feel you thinking.

I'm sorry. I can't sleep.

Actually, I have a little something
for that.

-Just a little something?
-Thank you.

What's the matter?

I have a patient, a young boy
with a rare brain disease.

And he's very, very sick.

Why haven't you told me
about this before?

I thought there was something
I could do.

There's not?

Well, there's radical treatments,
but nobody wants to talk about those.

Even the experts say
there's nothing to be done.

Nothing but....

Nothing but let him die.

So I'm lying here, cursing God
for all his cruelties.

And do you think God
is losing any sleep?

Why bring a kid into the world
just to make him suffer?

I don't know, Mulder.
I've got such a connection to this boy.

How old is he?

You think it's because of William.

I-- I think our son left us both
with an emptiness that can't be filled.

Just go to sleep.

Let me curse God for a while.

Thank you.

Scratchy beard.

[LAUGHS]

-Oh.
-Hm?

There was something weird on
the toxicology report of the severed arm.

What?

I looked over the FBI evidence
reports again.

In the tissue,
there were traces of a drug...

...commonly given to patients
being treated with radiation...

...and also traces of a drug
called acepromazine.

Why is that weird?

Acepromazine's an animal tranquilizer.

Now I can't sleep.

Mulder?

What is animal tranquilizer doing in the
tissue sample of a man's severed arm?

I can't even begin to speculate.

He said he heard barking dogs.

-Who?
-Father Joe.

Mulder, what are you doing?

Is it a tranquilizer
that you might give a dog?

He's a phony, Mulder. He pulls these
so-called visions out of thin air.

And now he's got you
straining to connect them.

When I see a man cry tears of blood
at a crime scene...

...he recognizes without ever having
visited, I need to go out on a limb.

Tears of blood?

[PHONE RINGING]

Yeah, some trick, huh?
How do you fake that?

-Hello?
DRUMMY: Hello, Dr. Scully?

-Yes.
-I have Dakota Whitney for you.

Can you hold on a second?

Sorry to call at this hour.

-Has there been a break?
MULDER: They find her?

WHITNEY: We're pursuing another lead.
-The same source?

Same source, new news.

It's here. It's here.

Turn up ahead, at the barn.

WHITNEY:
One more time. Ten minutes.

-Did you find her?
-No.

-What did you do?
-What?

Oh.

You said there was news.

The news is our psychic led us to
the exact same site he led us to before.

You're gonna find it.

DRUMMY:
That's what you keep saying.

You're gonna find a body.

DRUMMY: You keep telling us she's alive.
-She is.

We could do this all night.

These guys are all running on empty.

I'm sorry for bringing you out here.

DRUMMY:
Hey, let's go, fellas!

Bring it in! Let's go!
Bring it in, gentlemen.

Time to go home.

Tell me.

Tell me what you see.

I see a face.

I see eyes staring out.

Who?

Who is it?

It's unclear.

Like through dirty glass.

It's out there. I know it.

What does he mean,
"Like through dirty glass"?

-Mulder.
-What?

Stop.

Okay, feel free
to give up like everybody else.

This is not my job anymore, Mulder.

No, that's right. That's right. You're
just like my booking agent now, right?

You're right.

-This is my fault.
-What do you mean, it's your fault?

For getting you involved in this.

No. No.
It was the right thing to do, Scully.

This is not about finding an FBI agent.

This is about you
trying to save your sister.

My sister is dead.

It hasn't stopped you
from looking for her.

Mulder, I have been through this
too many years with you...

...believing you can save her.

You cannot save her.
Not now, and not ever.

I need those men back.

-What are you doing?
-I'm trying to ignore you.

This is it. Here it is.

This is it.

We need shovels.

It's solid ice.

No. It's dirty glass.

Flashlight?

You're gonna need resources.

We need equipment.
Concrete saws and a backhoe.

You two, get on the line.
You two, come with me.

Don't give up.

Please!

Get me out of here!

Help! Help!

Get me out of here!

Please, please. Please, I won't tell.

I won't tell anyone. I won't tell anyone.
Just let me go.

I just want to go home.
I'm sorry I hit your truck.

I didn't mean to do it.
I didn't mean to hit your truck.

I didn't mean it.

Wait. Stop.

Wait. Wait.

What is this place? Who are you?

Please, just get me out of here.

Get up.

I can help you.
Just get me out of here.

Help!

I think we can resolve, then, in
good conscience and without objection...

...to relocate the patient to a facility
suited for and humane to his condition.

As you and I discussed, Dr. Scully,
I was informing the staff and doctors...

...of the hospital's decision
on Christian Fearon.

I'm sorry, what decision?

To relocate the patient to a hospice
who will manage his palliative care.

That was a discussion, not a decision.

Well, it's been discussed here at length,
with no objection from your colleagues.

I have an objection.

You have, Dr. Scully,
a patient with an untreatable condition.

Now, that's very sad and unfortunate.
Nobody disagrees with that.

-But he's my patient.
-Unless you've come here...

...with a cure for Sandhoff disease...

...we all ask
that you let the boy go in peace.

Thank you.

Now, I'd like to wrap up so we can get
on to the day's good work.

We have the final matter of a patient
in intensive care...

...Dr. Willard's patient, I believe.

Admitted after suffering
myocardial infarction during--

-There is a treatment.
-The matter is resolved, Dr. Scully.

No, it's not.

The disease can be treated
with intrathecal stem-cell therapy.

You're not serious.
Don't put the boy through hell.

-Would you do it if it was your son?
-It's not her son and he's not yours.

And it's not a decision for hospital
administration. It's his doctor's.

If you'd like to challenge that...

...you can take the matter up
with a higher authority.

I have taken it up with
the highest authority, Dr. Scully.

As should you.

[DRILL BUZZING]

[LINE RINGING]

Come on, pick up.

Come on.

Come on. Answer.

[PHONE BUZZING]

SCULLY [ON RECORDING]: This is
Dana Scully. Please leave a message.

Scully, it's me.
I keep leaving you messages.

Here's what I want to tell you.

That woman's head in the ice?
It's not the agent's. It's not Bannan's.

We don't know who she is,
but so far...

...we've pulled 11 discrete human limbs
from the ice and we're not done yet.

Each one a clean cut too.

An exact match to the previous
amputation you noted, Scully.

It looks like someone's been dumping
body parts in the ice there for months...

...possibly years. And there seems
to be no pattern to the limbs.

Men and women, all with healthy,
undiseased tissue...

...according to forensics, which suggests
to me that they are victims.

But here's the thing,
what I need you to know.

We found more traces of your
animal tranquilizer, acepromazine.

I don't know what the hell it means,
but I'm hoping you can make sense of it.

-Anything?
-No, I can't reach her.

But this is gonna make sense.
This is a break. I'm feeling it.

Mm-hm. You're feeling it. Father Joe's
feeling it. I'm feeling my head spinning.

This is a serial case. You're gonna solve
a dozen murders here.

Yes, but I'm no closer
to finding my agent.

No, we're gonna find her. I know it.

Well, she may have to stand in line.

I see a woman's face.

Another woman taken from a car.

She's being held...

...in a box, I think.

Is she with Monica Bannan?

I don't know.

Is it the same men that took her?

I think so. Yes. It's the same men.

You see this, or are you just telling
these people what they wanna hear?

-No.
-No, you don't see it.

No, it's-- It's the same men.

-I want a car ready.
-To go where?

I don't know yet.

I don't believe this.

That's been your problem
from the start.

-I can get you a car.
-And a list of missing persons...

...over the last 48 to 72 hours.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Cheryl Cunningham, 34,
never made it to work last night.

No-show at home either.

There's no blood on the airbags.
Driver's side window knocked out.

Keys in the ignition.
Survivable crash with a seatbelt.

She sets off, takes a shortcut...

...gets tired, sits down, falls asleep.
Happens all the time.

Hard left turn for such a long, straight
stretch of country road, don't you think?

But why settle for my opinion?

I'm sorry. I'm not getting anything.

What a surprise. What a surprise.

-I think we're done with Father Joe.
-Yeah.

MULDER:
Whoa, whoa.

-We're not quite finished.
-What is that?

Medical ID bracelet. I noticed
your missing agent wore one too.

-For what?
-What are you thinking?

Let's pop the trunk.

-This isn't gonna do her much good.
MULDER: It's a gym bag.

It's a bathing suit. It's frozen stiff.

-Chlorine.
-Where's the nearest public pool?

Hi. We're hoping you can help us.

Would you like lockers?

We're with the FBI. We'd like to show
you a photo, if you don't mind.

Why would I mind?

-Do you know this person?
-Let me see.

These young people
look so much the same.

-Do you have a sign-in register?
-Yes, I keep one every day.

-I'd like to see yesterday's.
-I threw yesterday's away.

Excuse me, sir. Doesn't he know
that's the women's side?

Hi, Christian.

You've got a whole bunch of people
taking good care of you today, okay?

What?

Now you look scared.

People say I went underground.

I'm sorry, Mulder.

-I've had to keep my focus here.
-It's the boy, isn't it?

Yeah.

I thought there was nothing
to be done.

I'm taking a big chance on something.

On a radical and extremely painful
new procedure.

Last night you said
that wasn't an option.

It wasn't, last night.

What changed your mind?

When will you know if it's working?

There's a series of these procedures...

...and we won't know
until they're all done.

But that's not
what you came to talk about.

There's another woman missing.

She's given us something to go on.

She and the missing agent
swam at the same pool.

The agent kept a locker there.
We think they were stalked.

Both wore medical ID bracelets...

...and both had the same rare
blood type: A-B negative.

Organs harvested for transplant.
That's how they were targeted.

Donors and recipients
need matched types.

Someone using that pool knows that.

Black market. Somebody filling orders.

Well, they have access.
Recipients, hospitals.

That's your world. Your knowledge
will save time. Time is our enemy.

Start with the transporters.
Call the Richmond DA.

No, no, no,
I need you on this with me.

No. No, Mulder.

You asked for me to get involved, Scully.
Now I'm asking for you to stay involved.

Mulder. You helped them already.
You broke the case for them.

-Why don't you let the FBI pursue it?
-We're so close now.

-I'm asking you to let it go.
-It's not that simple.

No. It's complicated.

What is that supposed to mean?

Something I knew would happen,
that I've been afraid of...

...that I haven't had to face until now.

What? Just say it.

I'm a doctor, Mulder.

-That's not my life anymore.
-I know that.

You're not understanding me.

I can't look into the darkness
with you anymore, Mulder.

I cannot stand what it does
to you or to me.

I'm fine with it, Scully.
I'm actually okay. I'm good.

Yeah, that's what scares me.

Where else would you have me look if
you want me to find these women alive?

I'm asking you to look at yourself.

Why? I-- I don't think
I'm the one who's changed.

We're not FBI anymore, Mulder.

We are two people
who come home at night.

To a home now.

I don't want that darkness
in my home.

Scully, this is who I am.

It's who I've always been.
This is who I was before I met you.

-It's what I do. It's everything I know.
-Write it down.

Put it in a book.

Are you asking me to give up?

No.

I can't tell you to do that, Mulder.

But I can tell you that...

...I won't be coming home.

Scully.

Mulder,
I've got my own battles to fight.

-Don't do this.
-Please don't argue with me.

Don't do this now.

I don't know what else to do.

Well....

Good luck, then.

You too.

MARGARET:
Dr. Scully?

We'd like to speak with you,
if we may, about Christian.

-Have you been in to see him?
-Yes. He was sleeping.

-But we've--
-We've changed our minds...

...about going forward
with this new treatment.

But you don't even know
if it's working yet.

We think that Christian's
been through enough.

We want to put our faith in God now.

-I see.
MARGARET: It's nothing against you.

No.

If you were a mother,
you'd understand.

Have you spoken to Father Ybarra?

Yes. But the decision is ours.

What if it did work?

What if we found we'd made
the wrong choice by stopping?

You're saying you can save my son?

I'm saying
I don't want to give up now.

But lo and behold,
we're about to hit the tarmac...

...when all of a sudden,
the plane gears up...

...and we're back up in the air.

I say, "Honey, isn't this fantastic?
We're gonna die together."

Turns out there was a plane
parked on the tarmac...

...and we missed colliding with it
by seconds.

But we were in love
and it was romantic.

Sir? Excuse me, sir?
Can we talk with you a minute?

I'm transporting vital organ.

-That's what we'd like to talk about.
-This is my job. I move quickly.

I don't have much time.

Please, sir. Step over here.

My name is Robert Koell, with the
District Attorney's office in Richmond.

-May I see your license?
-I have green card.

-What are you transporting?
-Human liver for transplant.

Paperwork and license, please.

Where are you delivering it?

Willow's Memorial Hospital. They're
expecting it. A patient wait for it.

Have you procured or delivered an organ
outside of normal or lawful channels?

No.

You're an employee. How would
your employer answer this question?

He's sick. Has cancer.

That's not what I asked you.

Am I under some kind of suspicion?

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

A vision, if ever I had one.

May I speak with you?

Would you like to come in?

Make yourself comfortable.

I won't be staying long.

Have you come here by yourself?

Yes.

Sit.

Please, I insist.

Now, you came to ask something.

[CLATTERING AND YELLING]

We're alone,
free to speak in confidence.

You said something to me
the other night in the snow.

-Yes. I said, "Don't give up."
-I need to know why you said that.

I haven't the faintest idea.

-Were you hoping for another answer?
-Do you know anything about me?

Other than that you loathe me?

-Do you know what it is that I do?
-No.

I can see you're a woman of faith. But
not in the same things as your husband.

-He's not my husband.
-Do you care to tell me about yourself?

-No.
-Do you care to offer a confession?

-I don't think you're--
-What?

In a position to judge?
Yet you've judged me, haven't you?

-You deserve to be judged.
-Do you know why we live here?

The men who call this vile box
of monsters home?

Because we hate each other,
even as we hate ourselves...

-...for our sickening appetites.
-That doesn't make it less sickening.

And where do they come from?

These appetites,
these uncontrollable urges of ours?

-Not from God.
-Not from me.

I castrated myself when I was 26.

And the visions
weren't my idea either.

-Proverbs 25:2.
-What?

God's glory to conceal a thing...

...but the honor of kings
to search out a matter.

-Don't quote Scripture to me.
-What are you doing here?

-What are you afraid of?
-"Don't give up." What was that for?

-I don't know.
-I don't believe you.

-I'm telling you the truth.
-They were your words.

-I don't know why.
-You said them to my face!

All I ever wanted was to serve him.

All I've ever wanted was to serve God.

You can ask for his pity,
but don't expect mine.

You can stop the act anytime.

Look at me.

[GROANING]

[DOGS BARKING]

[SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN]

[WOMAN SPEAKING
IN RUSSIAN]

[MACHINES BEEPING]

MAN:
Shh. Shh.

[GRUNTING]

[SCREAMS]

SCULLY: Paramedics are in there now.
They've been here for seven minutes.

He's stabilized. Blood pressure's normal.
No, they're loading him in now.

-What happened?
-Thank you. He had a seizure.

-Who called you?
-No one.

MULDER:
So, what are you doing here?

We need to talk to Father Joe.

-Well, that's not gonna happen.
-We've got a suspect.

A Russian émigré
working as an organ transporter.

-In custody?
WHITNEY: No.

The DA questioned him
about trafficking black-market organs...

...but he was released.
They had no evidence to hold him.

We've got a witness who says
he swam at the women's pool.

DRUMMY:
ASAC Whitney?

-Excuse me.
-What's that got to do with Father Joe?

-It's the man in his visions, Scully.
SCULLY: Who?

-The suspect. The man in this photo.
-Now you're wasting their time.

Tell me again what you're doing here.

Here's a vision for you.
A couple of my guys just had it.

MULDER:
Who's this?

Our suspect's employer. An old friend
of Father Joe's, we just learned.

-Known him for over 20 years.
-Known him how?

That's one of his 37 altar boys.

Three guesses who he's married to
in the state of Massachusetts.

Our suspect.

We got a warrant
to search their offices.

Mulder.

It's over.

-Hey, hey! Hey!
SCULLY: What? Mulder.

Why don't you hold up?

Let these men do their jobs.

Clear this bottom floor.

We were fooled.
I wanted to believe as bad as anyone.

Look, I don't need sweet talk.

-You led us here.
-Father Joe led us here.

This is Special Agent Drummy
with the FBI.

We have warrants
to search these offices.

Anyone inside, identify yourself
and unlock the door now.

I called you in
because I thought you could help me.

-I valued your belief in these phenomena.
-Now what do you think?

I think this is a longer conversation.

Down on the floor! Down on the floor!
Anybody here, I want down on the floor!

Somebody find the lights.

We were at a standstill.
You pushed forward...

...no matter the direction we took.

Hey!

WHITNEY:
Hey!

[HORN HONKS]

MAN:
What are you, nuts?

MULDER:
Hey!

Stop him!

MAN 1:
Hey, you can't go--

MAN 2:
Hey.

Come on.

-Quick, which way did they go?
-Down that way.

-Mulder!
-I'm up here!

Mulder!

He's coming at you.

Hey!

Mulder!

-Yeah.
-Where are you?

-Right here.
-Where?

Fox.

-Where is he? Do you have him?
-No. I lost him.

-I saw him.
-Where?

They're both dead.

Monica Bannan and Dakota Whitney.

I heard. I'm sorry.

Yeah, well....

-I thought we were winning, Scully.
-I know you did, Mulder.

I'm here to see Father Joe.

I wanna show him these photographs
of these men.

You still wanna believe him.

I think you should know that he's been
diagnosed with a terminal illness.

He has advanced-stage lung cancer.

I just wanna be sure.

Then let me ask him.

You wouldn't believe....

I was thinking of you.

I had a vision
you might find interesting.

Of a man speaking a foreign language.

Did he happen to look like this?

Yeah. That's the man.
How did you know?

We think he's the man
who abducted the FBI agent...

...and the second woman
you say you saw...

...and possibly many more.

And we think that he was helped...

...by this man.

-I don't know who that is.
-Are you sure?

I'm fairly certain. I don't know him.

I'm fairly certain that you do.

And that you've known him
since he was a boy.

Oh, no.

It can't be true.

I don't believe this.

He was my connection to the girl.

My visions were to save her from him.

This is God's work.

This is God's work.

SCULLY: Let me ask you
one more question, Father Joe.

The FBI agent...

...the first woman that you saw,
Monica Bannan...

...is she still alive?

I feel her.

Yes.

She's still alive.

-Mulder.
-That second victim may be alive.

Everybody's given up,
but I'm not going to.

Mulder, you think I don't understand,
but I do.

This stubbornness of yours,
it's why I fell in love with you.

It's like you said.

And it's why we can't be together.

[MEN CHATTERING
IN RUSSIAN]

[BOTH SPEAKING
IN RUSSIAN]

Whoa, hold up.

-Hey. Hey, sorry to bother you.
-I'm closed.

-No, I just need a moment of your time.
-We've got some bad weather coming in.

You'd better get
wherever you're going fast.

So, what do you need?

Yeah, I was wondering if you carry an
animal tranquilizer called acepromazine?

-You got a prescription for it?
-No, I don't.

Well, I can't sell it to you, then.

Can you tell me
if you've ever sold any to this man?

-I am never getting out of here.
-I'm just--

Nutter's Feed.

Yep, I was just closing up
and I'm gonna pick him up.

Yeah. Goodbye. Yeah.

-What happened to the other guy?
-Who?

The guy who was standing right here.

I need to refill this now.

Okay.

[DOGS BARKING]

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

MULDER [ON RECORDING]: Yeah, it's me.
-Shit.

I must be busy right now.
Leave a message.

I must be busy right now.
Leave a message.

[BEEPS]

SCULLY: Mulder, I just found something
in my stem-cell research.

Experiments being done in Russia
on dogs, Mulder.

I think that's what your suspects
have been doing, only on humans.

Those women who've been abducted--
You've got to call me.

Mulder, the FBI agent's alive.

[PHONE RINGS]

FBI Special Agent in Charge
Fossa speaking.

It's for you.

This is Special Agent Drummy.

SCULLY:
I've been trying to find you for hours.

I can't reach Mulder.

-Is this Dr. Scully?
-Yes, it's Dr. Scully.

-Well, where is he?
-If I knew that, I wouldn't be calling.

Dr. Scully, I'm gonna suggest you call
the police. This is not an FBI matter.

Listen to me.

I need your help.

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

SCULLY: Then let me talk to someone
with some balls, who can.

[METAL CREAKING]

[DOOR CLANKS]

[SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN]

No, don't touch me!

[DOGS BARKING]

Don't touch me!

You're going to be fine.

I've taken care of it.
I've taken good care of it.

You don't need this one anymore.

Look at me. You're going to live.

You're going to have a fine,
strong body.

Down. Down.

Excuse me.

-I'm Dana Scully and that's my car.
-Right.

I talked to some bigwig at the FBI.
Called from Washington.

Yeah. That's him. Walter Skinner.

Is there any indication what happened?
Or any footprints?

Nothing. Snow's pretty heavy.
But we did find this.

You might want to give it to him.
Excuse me.

His cell phone, it's got blood on it.

Listen to me. Calm down. Stop
and think. He's okay. He's gotta be.

He climbed out of there. If he
climbed out, he probably climbed up.

Stop what you're doing.

Stop.

Back off. Back away.

Back off!

Do you speak English? Do you speak
English? Anybody speak English?

I want her out of here.

I want those tubes out of her neck
and I want her neck sewn up. Do it!

Are you gonna do what I said?

We will find him.

I know Mulder.
He'd get to a phone and call first.

He didn't do anything crazy.

Not overly crazy.

Wait a minute. Back up.

Stop.

What is it?

Proverbs 25:2.

The glory of God to hide a thing.

I've got it. It's an invoice for medical
supplies to a Dr. Uroff Koltoff.

It's an address on Bellflower Road.

Maybe I can Google it.

-Listen.
-What?

Dogs. Dogs.

Hey!

Mulder.

Can you hear me?

Sorry about your car.

The girl is still inside.

Show me your hands!

Show me your hands!

Put the scalpel down!
Put the scalpel down!

Just get it down or I'll blow
your goddamn hand off!

Get over there!

God, what have you done?

What have you done?

Mulder needs warm clothes and fluids.

Oh, God.

I've got work to do here.

Get in! Get in!

All right, Mulder.

-The girl inside....
-Scully's got her. She's in good hands.

-Skinner?
-Yeah.

Cold.

I got you.

I got you.

Mulder?

What's up, doc?

Father Joe is dead.

He was clearly a very sick man.

Did you see this story?

The FBI is claiming Father Joe
was an accomplice.

Not a word
about his psychic connection.

He's dead, Mulder.

-We'll never know.
-I know, Scully, and I can prove it.

Father Joe died of lung cancer, right?

The same as that man that Dr.
Frankenstein tried to give a new body.

What time did you pull those tubes
from that woman's neck?

What time did you cut off
the blood supply to that man's head?

That's when Father Joe died.
Get me his death certificate.

I'll take it to the FBI
and I'll show them.

Do you think they're really
gonna take your call?

It's an injustice to the man's name.

Well, considering his crimes
against those young boys...

-...who is really gonna care?
-I thought you believed him too.

I wanted to believe him.

I did believe him.
I acted on that belief.

Why don't you just tell me
what he said to you?

He told me:

"Don't give up."

And I didn't. And it saved your life.

But I've put that boy through hell.

And I have another surgery
scheduled for this morning...

...because I believed
that God was telling me to.

Through a pedophile priest, no less.

What if Father Joe's prayers
were answered after all?

What if he were forgiven?

Because he didn't give up.

Try proving that one, Mulder.

I'm due at the hospital.

Scully?

Why would he say that?

"Don't give up."
Why would he say such a thing to you?

I think that was
meant for you, Mulder.

He didn't say it to me.

He said it to you.

If Father Joe were the devil...

...why would he say the opposite
of what the devil might say?

Maybe that's the answer.

The larger answer.

What do you mean?

Don't give up.

Please don't make this any harder
than it already is.

It's okay.

If you have any doubts...

...any doubts at all...

...just call off that surgery
this morning.

And then we'll get out of here.

Just me and you.

As far away from the darkness
as we can get?

I'm not sure it works that way.

I think maybe the darkness finds you...

...and me.

I know it does.

But let it try.

Are you ready to begin, Dr. Scully?

Yes.

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