All language subtitles for The.X-Files.S07E15.En.Ami.VF

[Thunder Rumbling]

Almost home now, Jason.
What do we say?

[Together]
Sticks and stones may break my bones,

but words can never hurt me.

Keep your chin up, son.
We'll get through this just fine.

[Yelling, Shouting]

Jason, have you got a comment?
How do you feel, Jason?

[Man]
Back up! Back up, there!

[Yelling, Shouting Continue]

Okay, folks, come on out.
You're safe now.

Just step out and stay in front of me.
We'll get you in your house.

- Come on, son.
- Just stay in front of me.

[Thunder Rumbling]

There you go, sweetheart.

If you need anything
during the night,

if you don't feel well,
you just ring that bell, okay?

Okay, Mom.

Good night, Jason.

I know you're afraid.

Maybe you think those people
outside are right...

that we should take you to the hospital
and let the doctors treat you.

We could do that.

And they might take away your cancer
and your body might feel better,

but not your soul.

It's God himself who gave you
this illness, Jason,

for reasons that are his.

If you're to be well
in body and spirit,

it's God who must come
to deliver you.

[Wind Howling]

[Rumbling]

Good morning. Here's a story to warm
the cockles of your heart, Scully.

"An 11 -year-old boy diagnosed with
lymphatic cancer cured with a miracle."

Jason McPeck.
Goochland, Virginia.

Oh.

Yeah, his parents refused
treatment on religious grounds.

His faith forbids
medical aid,

and soJason's cure
was delivered by angels.

Well, spontaneous remission, Mulder,
isn't completely unheard of.

So-called "miracle" recoveries
attributable...

to no clear cause or reason.

It's not the miracle I'm suspicious of.
It's the messenger.

That came as
an anonymous e-mail to me...

from the Defense Advance
Research Projects Agency.

- DARPA?
- Someone at DARPA.

How'd you hear about it?

[Clears Throat]

You subscribe to
the Goochland Guardian?

No.

So this just appeared miraculously
on your doorstep this morning?

As far as I can tell, I was
the only one to whom it was delivered.

Someone wants us
on this case.

- It's not a case, Mulder.
- Yeah, not yet.

I'm gonna go
back over to DARPA.

You see what else you can
find out about that boy.

I just gotta know whether it was
Roma Downey or Della Reese.

[Laughing, Shouting]

- Yes?
- Hi.

I'm Dana Scully with
the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

- Are you Mrs. McPeck?
- What can we do for you?

I'm here about your son.

- Are we under investigation?
- Uh, no.

L-I was just hoping to better
understand what happened to him.

- May I ask, is he okay?
- Jason, you've got somebody to see you.

- Tell her how you're feeling.
- I feel good.

Just a little out of breath.

You're looking at God's work.

Jason's life owes to his grace
and exalts his name in the highest.

- Praise the Lord.
- Praise the Lord.
- Praise the Lord.

And you say that
you saw angels?

- Yes.
- May I ask what they looked like?

They looked like men.

They came from the sky
in a ball of light.

- And what did they say?
- They said not to be afraid.

Then one of them
pinched me kind of hard.

- And then I was better right away.
- He pinched you? Where?

Right here.

- What the hell are you doing?
- God's work. What else?

- Get out of my car.
- I'd hoped for more
accommodation toward the man...

who saved that young boy's life,
and yours.

You got your light.
Now get out.

You're not at all curious...

about the chip that's been
put in that boy's neck?

You, a medical doctor, who has
the same technology in your body,

who's witnessed this
wondrous miracle firsthand?

I've taken considerable trouble
to prove my intentions.

The newspaper at your door,
the e-mail to Mulder,

the elaborate demonstration
of curing this boy's cancer.

You see,
I'm dying myself.

A dying man who wants to make right...
to share his secrets...

and to bequeath this cure to millions
of others, just like that boy.

So you wanna give it to us?

To you, Agent Scully.

I've tired of
Mulder's muleheadedness.

His foolish ideas
of overthrowing the system.

You think
I'm fooled by this?

I made you my offer.

Agent Mulder hears a breath of this,
rest assure I'll rescind it.

Take it to my grave.

[Line Ringing]

- [Woman, Indistinct]
- Yes, I need a trace
on a D.C. Area phone number.

I need an address.
Thank you.

- May I help you?
- I'm sorry. I made a mistake.

- [Lock Clicks]
- May I see some identification?

Look, is this necessary?
I just walked through the wrong door.

Your identification, please.

- Look...
- Third floor.

[Cigarette-Smoking Man]
Agent Scully.

Please, sit.

- I'm glad you came.
- You obviously knew that I would.

- Well, I know you're a doctor
and a woman of compassion.
- Please.

In the end...

a man finally looks
at the sum of his life...

to see what
he'll leave behind.

Most of what I worked to build
is in ruins.

And now that
the darkness descends,

I find I have
no real legacy.

What are you dying of?

Cerebral inflammation.

A consequence of brain surgery
I had in the fall.

The doctors give me
just a few months.

So you want to use me
to clear the slate...

to make you
a respectable person?

It won't work.

How many people in the world
are dying of cancer?

And here we are
wasting time with the past.

I'm here.
Where is it?

This miracle cure of yours.

We'll need to take a trip.
It will require a few days.

I'll get back to you.

I have access, Agent Scully.

I have these miraculous chips, but the
genetic research that makes them work...

is closely guarded.

There are men in this building
who would kill me if they knew...

what I'd offered you.

They'd kill you too
in the blink of an eye.

I've destroyed a lot
of things in my life,

including the people
most precious to me.

All I want is a chance to do something
in service to man before I go.

[Electronic Voice]
Call received 8:01 p.m.

[Scully] Mulder, it's me.
I wanted to let you know...

that I'll be out of town
for a day or two.

It's a family emergency.

I'll call you when I can.

[Dialing Phone]

- [Phone Ringing]
- This is Dana Scully.
I'm not in right now.

- Please leave a message after the beep.
- [Beeps]

[Mulder] Hey, Scully, it's me.
Pick up if you're there.

Scully, you there?

All right, I just... I got your message,
and I hope everything's okay.

I'll try you
on your cell right now.

You're going to smoke?

[Window Lowering]

- It's time I quit.
- Just like that?

No sacrifice
is purely altruistic.

We give,
expecting to receive.

What exactly is it
you expect to receive?

Your trust.

You question my sincerity.
You think I'm heartless.

Would it soften your opinion
of me if I confessed that...

I've always had
a particular affection for you?

I assure you,
my intentions are honorable.

I have affection
for Mulder too.

My affection for you
is special.

I held your life in my hands.

Your cancer was terminal,
and I had a cure.

Can you imagine
what that's like?

To have the power
to extinguish a life...

or to save it
and let it flourish?

Now to give you that power...

so you can do the same.

She said
it was a family matter.

Dropped off the key, asked me
to water the plants. No biggie.

A great girl.
Independent as they come, you know?

- She's a great girl.
- Yeah, yeah.

Tenants like having
an F.B.I. Agent in the building.

Gives them
a sense of security.

Do you know how many people
have died in there?

- We don't talk about that.
- You said she was carrying a suitcase.

Did you notice anything else?
Anything abnormal?

No, no. Actually,
it wasn't her carrying the suitcase.

- It was her driver.
- Her driver?

Yeah, an older guy.
Tall.

I've seen him here before.
Smokes like a chimney.

Hey, don't you want...

You've been at the wheel too long.
Would you like me to drive?

I might if you let me know
where we're going.

Knowing that, you'd feel comfortable?
You'd trust me?

How long did it take Mulder
to win your trust?

I've always trusted Mulder.

You're not being honest with yourself.
Think back.

There was a time when you feared
for your future, for your career,

when you were first partnered
with this man.

I told you,
I've studied you for years.

And if you would permit me,
I'd like to make an observation.

You're drawn to powerful men,

but you fear their power.

You keep your guard up...
a wall around your heart.

How else do you explain
that fearless devotion...

to a man obsessed
and a life alone?

You'd die for Mulder,

but you won't allow yourself
to love him.

Wow.

I'm learning
a whole other side to you.

You're not just a coldblooded killer.
You're a pop psychologist as well.

I've been a destroyer
all my life.

Before I die,

I'd like to prove that
I'm capable of something more.

- Turn here, on the left.
- Where are we going?

To show you
what I'm capable of.

[Cigarette-Smoking Man]
Her name's Marjorie Butters.
She's got quite a green thumb.

Plays a mean game of Scrabble,
if you're interested.

And what's
her relationship to you?

Well, how should I put it?

You could say that
I'm her angel.

Marjorie's 118 years old.

- Oh!
- I thought I'd surprise you.

I look an absolute wreck.
I've been trying to get in
some bulbs before spring.

Marjorie, this is Dana Scully.
She's a very good friend of mine.

- Nice to meet you.
- My pleasure.

Well, come inside.
I baked some fresh bread this morning.

And there are tomatoes
from the garden.

I'll put the kettle on.

To have this power...

to visit this woman
and see her joy...

It must be why
you became a doctor.

I'll expect your call.
Thanks.

She requisitioned a fleet sedan
when she left the Bureau yesterday.

I don't know why,
and there have been no fuel charges.

Her mother doesn't know anything
about a family emergency.

Look, I know you're worried
about the company that she's in.

But from what you've told me,
it's not like she's sneaking out.

And the truth is, she's gone to
a lot of trouble to allay your fears.

I know she can
take care of herself.

It's just not like her
to lie to me.

[Phone Ringing]

That's my private line.

- Skinner.
- [Scully] Sir?

- Agent Scully, where are you?
- I'm on the road.

- I'm sorry to call you on this line.
- It's all right.

It's just we've been
worried about you.

Everything's okay. I just wanted you
to express that to Mulder.

- He's standing right here.
Why don't you do that yourself.
- No, sir, that's all right.

Can you tell him that I'll call him
later? Just tell him that I'm fine.

She said she's fine.

She's in trouble.

I'm going
to the restroom.

Mulder, I'm trusting you'll be able
to make sense of what's on this tape.

I had no other way
of contacting you.

Please try and understand
that I weighed the risks.

I couldn't divulge these plans
without risking them,

and I promise you
that I weighed everything.

Our current location is northbound
on the Upstate Expressway.

We're driving
my F.B.I. Fleet sedan.

I promise I will get these tapes
to you as fast as I can.

Oh!
Excuse me.

Lifesaver?

You may as well get comfortable.
We've got a good drive ahead.

[Knocking On Door]

It's the masters of disguise.

- Can we laugh it up in your apartment?
- We got heat on our tail.

We did what you asked,
pulled up what we could on Scully.

We started with her credit cards to see
if she purchased any airline tickets.

And ended up hacking into
some defense department node.

Where they demanded that
we immediately identify ourselves...

or face prosecution for espionage
or crimes against the government.

What does this have to do
with finding Scully?

When we went into her computer, we found
a series of deleted transmissions.

E-mail that had been erased from her
sub-directories, but not her hard drive.

- A series of communications.
- From someone named Cobra.

Who the hell is Cobra?
Scully would have told me about him.

Well, looks like she's gone to
great lengths to keep this from you.

I don't believe that. She knows
that I'd find her no matter what.

Mulder, we can't find her.
There's nowhere to start looking.

Yeah, I don't
believe that either.

Give me that.

How do you take your coffee?

Unadulterated, thank you.

You drugged me.

I did nothing of the sort.

How the hell did I get
out of my clothes and into bed?

I carried you.
You'd been up for over 30 hours.

You were delirious.
I only wanted to make you comfortable.

- Where are we?
- Milford, Pennsylvania.

Well, that wasn't
part of the deal.

I don't know
what you're up to.

The keys are in the ignition.

You're free to go, of course.

The choice is still yours.

Sir, I need your attention.

- Is my assistant...
- No.

She's away from her desk.
I wouldn't just bust in here,

- but as I said,
it's a breaking situation.
- What the hell's going on?

- That's my question exactly.
I believe you've all met.
- Is this place secure?

- Is it secure?
- Don't get testy, G-man.

Are you aware of a federal fugitive
code-named Cobra?

For the past six months,
Cobra's been e-mailing Scully...

from the Department of Defense
where he works on a shadow project...

for advanced research.

- A shadow project is right.
- Where this dude works,
even the shadows have shadows.

- Is that what I'm looking at here?
- No.

What they're pulling up is
Scully's correspondence back to Cobra.

- She has a relationship?
- No. Somebody posing as Scully...

who hacked into her computer
and has been capturing all her e-mail,

passing themselves off as Scully
in order to win Cobra's trust.

The last five exchanges
hinted a meeting...

where they're gonna exchange information
on the project Cobra's working on.

- A meeting? Where?
- [Frohike] Don't know.

- They just ended.
- Who's been in her computer?

Smoking Man,
or someone working for him.

You gotta get to him now.

You of all people should know
that you just don't get to him.

If you don't get to him, it may be
the last time we see Scully alive.

[Knocking On Door]

We'll be getting final instructions
from our contact tonight.

He's... He's invited us
to dinner.

I took the liberty of
getting you something to wear.

It's, uh...
It's beautiful.

I'm glad you like it.

I look forward
to tonight.

- So your contact's going to join us?
- I presume so.

You extol our great trust, but
you still haven't told me who he is.

He is to human
genetic science...

as Oppenheimer and Fermi were
to the advent of nuclear warfare.

I'm still not clear what my
importance is to this exchange.

This man...
We'll call him Cobra...

he needs assurances...

that the science he's gonna hand over
won't fall into the wrong hands.

- I've told him of you.
He's expecting to meet you here.
- [Pouring Liquid]

Well...

to the future.

I must tell you
something else.

Something
that's so unbelievable,

so incredible,

that to know it is to
look at the entire world anew.

What?

What we are being given,
it's not the cure for cancer.

It's the holiest
of grails, Dana.

It's the cure
for all human disease.

How?

It's from that final frontier.

It's largely
extraterrestrial.

Then you would be cured.

That which makes miracles...

can also make great evil.

There are those who would use
this power for their own purposes.

To choose who will live
and who will die.

Theoretically,
I can be cured, but...

everything I've told you
about wanting to make right?

I'm a lonely man, Dana.

Would you excuse me?

Cobra hasn't shown.

- What do you wanna do?
- Wait. What else can we do?

What trust you've won...

Scully won't
stick around forever.

What's wrong?

Just do your damn job.

Calico inlet's 15 minutes out.
South end.

- What do I do when I get there?
- I don't know. Just wait.

Be careful.

Finally we meet.

You're just as you described yourself.
Certainly more so last night at dinner.

I only wish we could continue
to correspond,

but it must end after this.

I hope one day
we can take some time...

when I'm not a marked man.

This is it...
the science I promised you.

Well, wait.
Where did you get this?

- Where did it come from, this science?
- Where did it come from?

- Who developed it?
- Scully?

Yes, I'm Scully, but I don't believe
we've spoken before or corresponded.

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

They shot him.
They killed him.

And they shot at me.

- Did you get it?
- You told me that
no one else knew about this!

I wouldn't have sent you
if I thought there'd be any danger.

Dana.

Yes, I got it.

Forgive me.

Here. Take it.
This is for you.

I gotta go.

Go.

There's nothing on this.

- It's empty.
- Completely.

No. It can't be.

It can't be.

It's got to be on there.

He was here!

These were his offices.
What the hell is this?

He used you.

Mulder, he laid it all out for me.
I recorded it.

I mailed you the tape.

This old woman, Marjorie Butters,
I met her.

I saw her pictures,
her birth certificate.

You saw what you needed to see
in order to make you believe.

Well, then what about
this boy?

This boy with cancer?
You can't deny that.

That's...
That's undeniable proof.

Even if we could convince his parents
to let us march him out,

how long before that chip in his neck
mysteriously disappears?

This was the perfectly
executed con, Scully.

And the only thing I can't figure out
is why you're still alive.

Mulder,
I looked into his eyes.

I swear what he told me
was true.

The man's motives
never changed.

[Scully] You think
he used me to save himself...

at the expense
of the human race?

[Mulder] He knows what that
science is worth, how powerful it is.

He'd let nothing
stand in his way.

[Scully]
You may be right.

But for a moment,
I saw something else in him.

A longing for something
more than power.

Maybe for something
he could never have.

[Child]
I made this!