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Dad! Dad!

- Tommy, what is it?
- I'm afraid. I heard something.

- It's just the wind.
- No. I think it's under the bed.

- Can you check?
- Tommy, there is nothing to be scared of.

No. There's something under the bed.
You have to check.

- All clear.
- Are you sure? I thought I saw something.

In the mirror.

Tommy, it is just your imagination.

Now, let's try to get some sleep, ok?

Agh! Dad, help! It's in here!

Help! Help me!

Help!

Help! Dad!

It's in here! Help me!

Daddy!

Dr Scully?

Sorry. After lunch. All questions
answered after lunch. Thank you.

Agent Scully?

Leyla Harrison.

What a surprise.

Oh, good. I was afraid
I should have maybe called first.

How have you been?

Oh, uh...

Busy. And yourself?

I'm back in accounting now.
Happily, mind you. No regrets.

Although I did relish my big adventure
on the x-files unit last year.

I have about five minutes before
my next class. Can we talk while I eat?

Not a problem.

It's an x-file. I'm sure of it.

Where'd you get this?

I tracked down a mileage discrepancy
in the bureau's vehicle fleet.

A secretary from our Baltimore field office
used a Ford Taurus without authorisation.

What's it got to do with...?

She was desperate to visit her grandson,
which is why she borrowed the car.

She's the one who told me about this case.
This was her daughter.

What makes you think this is an x-file?

This dead woman's son,
my friend's grandson...

This is Tommy conlon.
Tommy is eight years old.

Tommy told her a monster killed his mother,
and his father knows all about it.

I know. Why take the word
of an eight-year-old?

But... look at the autopsy report.

Clearly this woman was murdered, and yet...

And yet the coroner concludes
that she stabbed herself to death.

Agent Harrison, I see no reason
to disagree with the coroner.

But... I mean, how could someone
stab themselves 16 times?

Look, it is unusual, but
I have seen it before.

Tommy's father took him to a mountaintop
in Pennsylvania in the middle of nowhere.

He took him away from his friends,
his family. They don't even have a phone.

Tommy's own grandmother
isn't allowed to see him any more.

I'm sorry, agent Harrison,
but unless you have other evidence...

Wait, wait.

Tommy said that the same monster that killed
his mother killed spanky, his pet cat.

Unless you bring me spanky,
there's nothing I can do.

Apple and tuna salad?

- Hello?
- Dana, it's Monica reyes. Is this a bad time?

I was just putting the
baby down. What is it?

I wanted your opinion
on an autopsy finding.

It's pretty unusual -
a woman who stabbed herself 16 times.

Last name conlon? I assume
you've been talking to Leyla Harrison.

Yeah. The three of us
are headed to Pennsylvania.

It sounds like you're
familiar with the case.

What do you mean, there is no case?

All right. Thanks.

Why didn't you tell us
you'd already gone to agent Scully?

- I didn't know that's who you were calling.
- That's not the point, Leyla. You misled us.

Agent doggett, we're almost there.

"How'd you spend Friday night, John?"
"Driving around like an idiot."

Agent doggett!

Both of you got in this car believing
a little boy may be in danger.

What's changed since then?

Even if this isn't an x-file - which
it is - what will it hurt to keep going?

If agent mulder were here he'd keep going.

- Jeffrey conlon?
- Yeah. Can I help you?

Hi. I'm agent Monica reyes. This is
agent John doggett and agent Harrison.

- We're with the FBI.
- FBI? Really?

We're here at the request of Dorothy, your
mother-in-law. It's about her grandson.

Tommy is fine.

I told Dorothy over and over.
There's really nothing more to say.

Is that blood on your hand, mr conlon?

Yeah. I cut myself.

- On what?
- A piece of broken glass.

- Sir, can we speak with your son?
- He's asleep.

It's not even seven o'clock.
Early for bedtime.

Not for Tommy. And I'd appreciate it
if you'd keep your voice down.

Look, I'm gonna be straight with you.
We drove a long way.

Agent doggett is stubborn. I don't think
you'll get him to leave until we see your son.

- Tommy, go back inside, please.
- I heard something. I got afraid.

Hi, Tommy. I'm Monica.
This is John, and this is Leyla.

I'm friends with your grandmom.
She wanted us to see how you were doing.

Tommy, it's too cold out here.
Go back inside.

Do you remember
what you said to your grandmom?

Something about your mother?
Do you remember?

Monsters.

You said there were monsters, right?

No such thing as monsters.

Tell Dorothy this is exactly why
she's not allowed to visit any more.

Now, good night.

Come on.

I apologise. I let my imagination run wild
and I ruined both your evenings.

Thank you in advance for not yelling at me.

- Something's going on here.
- Wait. There is?

That boy only said what
his father wanted him to say.

Did you notice the dirt on that guy's
hands and knees? He's been digging.

This time of the year
he sure as hell ain't gardening.

I say we find a judge,
get a warrant and search the place.

The monsters aren't gonna let
those people leave, are they?

They're leaving, Tommy.

They're leaving right now.

It's too late.

What the hell?

Oh, god!

A possum maybe?

That doesn't make any sense.
How'd it get from here into the vents?

- Who is it?
- It's Gabe rotter.

I have the thing you've been waiting for.

Who?

Gabe. Rotter?

I'm a friend of Leyla Harrison.

- Do you know what time it is?
- Hey, I just do as I'm told.

- Enjoy.
- Whoa! What the hell is that?

- A dead cat.
- Come again?

His name's spanky. Leyla said you're helping
her on a case and you needed it asap, so...

Hey.

You're welcome.

I am going to be exceptionally polite.

Leave. Now.
Leave now and take that with you.

Do you know what I
went through to get this?

I snuck onto the property where your perp
used to live and I dug up the whole thing.

I don't care.
Leave, now, please!

Uh-uh. Leyla said she'd go out with me only
if I got you the cat and, damn it, I got it.

Oh!

Are you calling the cops on me?

If only.

God help me, but agent Harrison
might be on to something after all.

Any luck?

Our engine's shot. His truck won't start,
though I can't find one thing wrong with it.

- Looks like we're here for the night.
- I'd better get Tommy back to sleep.

Phones that won't work.
Cars that won't start.

It reminds me of a case
mulder and Scully investigated.

A teenager who was struck by lightning.

He affected the electrical workings
of everything around him.

- That's not what we're dealing with here.
- Mulder wasted no time closing that case.

I just try to think like him. What would
agents mulder and Scully do in this situation?

Agents mulder and Scully aren't in this
situation. Agents doggett and reyes are.

I don't know about agent reyes, but agent
doggett's gonna sit his tired ass down.

What kind of a course of action is that?

I think agent doggett is saying that
right now we're in the best possible place.

Exactly. Bottom line,
we're all concerned for this boy's safety.

If we're here,
nothing's gonna happen to him, right?

Help! It's in here! Daddy!

Help! Help me!

Dad! Daddy!

- Hey!
- No, don't do it.

John.

How's he doing?

He's a hell of a lot calmer than I'd be.

I checked the place. Whatever the hell
those things were, they're gone.

I have no idea where they went.

That's really good, Tommy.

Is that you?

- Who's that?
- That's her.

Tommy, tell John what you told me,
about what we saw in your room tonight.

Those are the monsters that hurt my mommy.

But my dad says
I'm not supposed to talk about it.

This is my house.
Why do I have to sit here?

Tell me what we're dealing with.

Don't tell me you don't know, because
you're not gonna like what happens next.

These things were in the room with your son
and you knew it. You held the door shut!

You wanna see something, look at that.
Look at that.

That's what they did to me.

They almost killed me one time before.

They? What are they?
Some kind of animal? What?

All I know is that they won't leave us alone
and I'm dealing with this the best way I can.

- Now it's too late.
- How's that?

They mean to kill every one of you,
and there's nothing you can do to stop it.

Oh, come on.
You saw what happens.

You think you've killed one
and then it becomes two.

I don't think mr conlon
is telling us the whole truth.

- No kidding.
- I mean, I think you can kill them.

Because I don't know what else he would
have been burying when we showed up.

You've gotta be kidding. I can't believe you're
cutting up a dead cat on your kitchen table.

Will you keep your voice down, please?
You're gonna wake my baby.

This... this just isn't right.

Can you clue me in here
as to why the cat's so important?

Because it would seem that poor spanky here
may have chewed a hole in his own stomach.

Which, you'll admit, is unusual behaviour.

You mean... he killed himself?

Just like his owner, mrs conlon,
stabbed herself with a knife.

The wounds are in the same place.

And if we figure out why,

well, then, you'll have something really good
to share with your friend Leyla Harrison.

True that.

Can you hold the ribs open
while I grab that, please? Just...

Now.

Thank you.

Agent Scully.

This is sheriff Jack coogan.
I got a message to call this number.

Hi. Thanks for getting back to me.

I'm an FBI agent and I've been trying to reach
three of my colleagues that are in your area.

Were they on some kind of case?

They're looking into concerns expressed
by the grandmother of a child.

The family name is conlon.
I have an address...

No need.

I was back up there a couple of weeks ago,
got into a shouting match with the father.

- Over what?
- Grandmother asked me to look in on the boy.

The father told me to get the hell off his
property. The boy seemed fine, so I did.

As I say, sheriff,
I need to contact my colleagues.

I'm happy to take a drive up there,
but I can't promise much tonight.

The roads are icing up as we speak.
Won't be easy getting in.

Look, sheriff, they may be in danger.

Could you please find a way?

Ouch!

Oh, my god.

It's no monster, agent Harrison,
dead or alive.

- You wanna explain this, mr conlon?
- It's just a mirror from my son's room.

- Why'd you Bury it?
- Because he was afraid of it.

I want you to get Tommy
bundled up in warm clothes.

- I want you to pack anything you might need.
- Why?

Because I don't believe one thing you've
told me, except that we're in danger.

We're walking out of here, all five of us.

I know what you're thinking.

Black magic.

Mirrors are powerful symbols
in conjuring in the dark arts.

That's what this is, right?

Uh-huh.

We passed a sheriff's station
maybe six miles down the mountain.

It'll be a hike, but we can make it.

- Dad, the sheriff...
- No.

Tommy, don't worry about the sheriff.
He's gonna help us.

What's up, Tommy?
What's the matter?

Stay here.

Man, you're a sight for sore eyes.
John doggett.

- I'm the sheriff.
- Who called you?

- Perfect timing.
- We were just leaving. We need a ride.

Sorry, you can't leave.

- What do you mean?
- You can't go anywhere. It's too cold.

- It's not him.
- What?

Gun!

Let him go!

So this is Johnny fabulous, huh?

Oh! "Mulder's so smart.
Mulder's so dreamy."

That's all Leyla ever talks about: Mulder and
Scully, Scully and mulder. Blah blah blah.

This sheriff, Jack coogan,
I'm just getting his answering machine.

Hey, you're really worried.
I thought you didn't find anything.

- You said there wasn't anything in that cat.
- No, there wasn't.

But it seems like there should have been.

- What does that mean?
- The pattern of bite marks.

It seems to me that the cat was trying
to get at something in its stomach,

to chew something out.

Something? What?

I don't know. There wasn't any sign of it
but it obviously caused a great deal of pain.

And maybe it goes the same
for the woman who tried to stab herself.

I mean, what if that was
a frantic attempt to out something out?

Is Leyla in danger up there?

All I know is we're wasting our time
talking about this.

- Who are you calling now?
- My mom.

I'm gonna beg her to baby-sit.

- Got anything?
- Yeah.

A salad spoon no one's
ever gonna use again.

And the sheriff here?

Do not ask me to explain it,
but he's got absolutely no internal organs.

He's like a big bag.

You know what else?

This isn't blood.

Whatever it is, I bet it's the same crap
that's all over the inside of our car.

I've been thinking.

Now, I hate to sound like agent Harrison,
but mulder and Scully had a case like this,

where they were trapped underground with
mushroom spoors that caused hallucinations.

- Never mind.
- I don't know what to say either.

Maybe mulder and Scully
would see something that we don't.

How?

Nothing here makes any sense.

Unless that's the very thing
that we need to see.

- Agent Harrison, take Tommy to his room.
- Sure.

Come on, Tommy.

What's the matter?
You like Leyla, don't you?

Can you stay with me instead?

Sure. Come on.

I'm just a cop, mr conlon.

Maybe I don't have the imagination to
connect the pieces of this insanity together.

You said that wasn't exactly the sheriff in
there and I wanna know what you meant.

In fact, you tried to warn us
that wasn't the sheriff and help us.

Yeah. So why not help us now?

Tell us what you know, mr conlon.
For Tommy's sake.

Your son Tommy, you move him up here and
you lock him in the room with those things.

If you're trying to get rid of him...
Is that all this is?

I love my son.
I love my son, you bastard.

- You locked him in the room with them.
- Because I knew they wouldn't hurt him.

Now, why is that? They hurt you.
They certainly hurt your wife.

Why didn't they hurt Tommy?

I made this.

You drew all of these?

This one's you.

Why would you draw this, Tommy?
Why would you imagine such awful things?

Because I'm afraid.

Sheriff coogan?

Shenfi?

- Are you agent Scully?
- Yeah.

I still can't contact my partners.
Did you get up there?

I just got back from trying. The roads at that
elevation are way too dangerous right now.

Sheriff, there are three FBI agents
who may be in grave danger.

That's my girlfriend up there, hoss.

This is the only road up to that mountain.

You've got ice leading
all the way up to the peak.

We have to get up there.
I mean, there must be a way.

I'm sorry. Helicopter, snowplough or pack mule
- unfortunately I'm fresh out of all three.

What if Tommy were at the centre
of this somehow? The monsters.

The sheriff.

Agent doggett?

Where the hell is the body?

Monica!

- What happened?
- The boy.

The boy! It's all him.

Oh, my god!

- This is your son doing this?
- I told you. I told you to leave.

This is your son? Make him stop.

I can't. You don't think I've tried?

I can't stop him from imagining things.
I can't stop him from being afraid.

He's just a boy.
He doesn't mean to do these things.

The hell he doesn't!

If you won't stop him, I will.

Tommy?

Stay right there.

Please, please!

You have to get it out! Get it out of me!

Agent reyes, hold on.
Please, hold on.

Mr conlon, help us.

Oh, my god!

Please!

Listen to me. Listen good. These things?
These things aren't happening.

- What?
- How the hell could they be?

It's like I've been saying all along.
It's not possible.

No. No, this is all real.
My wife is dead.

She believed it was real
and she stabbed herself.

But because I couldn't believe it,
not really, it couldn't hurt me.

Come on.

You're gonna help me.

Dad, get in here!

Wait!

Where are you going?

You wait here.

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

You're a smart boy, Tommy.
What's it look like I'm doing?

No way.

If I don't stop you, my friends are gonna
die. You think I'm gonna let that happen?

You won't do it. You're lying.

You'd get burned too.
You're just trying to scare me.

Scared yet?

Thank god.

Agent Harrison?

Monica, are you all right?

Where's John?

Ow! Ow!

Tommy!

He's breathing. He passed out.

I'm a medical doctor.

You're all right.

Water. You filled it with water.

That's not what Tommy believed.

"I want to believe."

So, this is where the magic happened, huh?

It still happens.

I'm happy it's in good hands.

Hey.

- Speak of the devil.
- Is that so?

Leyla keeps going on and on
about how you saved the day.

I really do have to commend you,
agent doggett. You solved this case.

If it weren't for you... I don't even like
to think what would have happened.

It's clear to me now that you were
better equipped for this challenge

than even agent mulder would have been.

Your lack of imagination saved our lives.

Gee, thanks.

That didn't come out right, did it?

So, any news on the boy?

We just got back from the psych centre.

The doctors don't know what to make of him.
I think it goes without saying.

However, they have come up
with a stopgap treatment.

What's that?

A way to stifle his imagination.

Visiontext subtitles: Adrian Isaac

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