All language subtitles for The X-Files s01e23

Here, let me do it.

Put your number in,
then your card.

What's your number, Roland?

Three-fifteen.

See how easy it is?

Engine efficiency: 94%.

We need more.

How's the back pressure holding?

What do you think?
It's climbing.

Increase the blade inclination.

I said increase
the blade inclination!

Inclination of the blade
is pi over nine.

We've reached maximum velocity.

No!

Let it go!

It will work.

It's just going to
destroy itself!

I'm not going to do that.

It's not going to
destroy itself.

Come on!
We're almost there!

There's something wrong
with our equations.

- What happened?
- Nothing.

Because Surnow pulled the plug.

I'm just protecting the baby...
and four years of work, Frank.

Four years of work
that's going to add up to zilch.

Because, unless we show
some progress,

they're going to pull
the plug on us, Ron.

He's right, you know.

You should have
continued with the test.

Somebody's going
to crack mach 15,

and I want that
someone to be us.

And I'm not going to
jeopardize everything

just because you two guys

can't wait to see
your name in print.

It's the print that
gets the money, Ron.

If you want to go down
in flames together, fine.

You go ahead.

I'm going to do the math.

Good night, Dr. Keats.

What the hell?

Roland.

Open the door.

Open the door!

Roland, I want you to listen
to me very carefully.

We have to open
this door, Roland.

Stop typing!

Roland!

Roland! Open the door!

What are you doing?!

Open the door!

Roland, hit "escape."
Are you listening?

- How was the wedding?
- You mean the part

where the groom passed out
or the dog bit the drummer?

Did you catch the bouquet?

Maybe.

So, is that what you couldn't

talk to me about over the phone?

The project that everyone
says doesn't exist does exist.

The Icarus Project?

The next generation
in jet engine design.

Capable of doubling
current supersonic speeds

using half the fuel...
at least in theory.

And Ronald Surnow was an
aeronautical scientist

who worked on it here
at the university.

- Yes.
- How close are they?

I'm not sure, but Surnow's
the second scientist

on the team to die
in the last six months.

Okay, but how is this an X File?

Mulder, you don't think

this has anything to do
with UFO technology?

There's something
unexplainable here, Scully,

but it's certainly not
unidentifiable.

Keats?

There.

Dr. Keats?

We're with the FBI.

I'm Agent Mulder.
This is Agent Scully.

We understand you discovered
Dr. Surnow this morning.

What was left of him.

How do you suppose he became
trapped in the wind tunnel?

Someone must have shut him in.

The door can only be opened
or locked from in there.

By computer?

We've already been through this
with the police.

How many times
do we have to rehash it?

Another member of your team
died a short time ago.

- Isn't that correct?
- Yes.

Arthur Grable.

He was killed
in an automobile accident

in November.

I'm Frank Nollette.

I'm also on the project.

Are you certain it
was an accident?

What are you driving at?

Your work seems to be

a perfect target
for industrial espionage.

Who wrote this?

Ron was working on it
when I left.

You see, the handwriting here

doesn't seem to match

any of the other handwriting
on the board.

It isn't mine.

What about Roland Fuller?

Uh... Roland's the, uh...
janitor.

Well, according
to the police report,

he was the only other person
here last night.

Roland didn't do that.

How do you know?

Let's just say

Roland isn't exactly
a rocket scientist.

Here.

"Tracy."

With stars.

Roland.

There are some people here
who would like to talk with you.

Uh-oh.

I went off the paper.

Sorry.

That's all right, Roland.

Tracy?

Would you like to come
help me in the TV room?

Okay.

Thank you.

Hi, Roland.

You mind if we sit down?

Eh...

Thanks.

You mind if we ask you
a couple questions?

Do you remember working
last night?

Uh-huh.

Do you remember seeing
anything unusual?

Seeing any strangers?

Did, um... did Dr. Surnow

or Dr. Keats or Dr. Nollette
do anything unusual?

Nope.

You must like stars.

One hundred and forty-seven.

Sorry?

Stars.

You like numbers, too, huh?

Roland, let me help you.

One, two,

three, four, five,

- six, seven...
- Roland?

Is everything okay?

...eight, nine...

Roland, are you all right?

...ten, eleven,

twelve, thirteen...

What happened?

What did you say
to upset him so?

...sixteen, seventeen...

It's definitely the work

of a fourth
and distinct individual.

Dr. Surnow's, Dr. Keats'

and Dr. Nollette's
cursive standards

don't match what you
found on the white board.

Will you do me a favor
and try this?

What is it?

That's something Roland
was doodling at the home.

You don't really think
that Roland...

Besides Nollette and Keats,
he's the only person

we can prove was
in the lab that night.

Yes, but we're talking

about a sophisticated
fluid dynamics equation.

Roland Fuller barely has
an IQ of 70.

Well, you saw his facility
with mathematics.

Don't some autistic individuals
display unusual abilities?

Yes, but even savants

behave only as
human calculators.

I mean, they can perform
certain functions,

but they can't tell you
the value of anything

or even the meaning of a number.

I hate to take sides, guys,

but the bottom line is no.

The terminal stroke on the six,

the roof on the five...

I'm sorry.

He didn't write it.

An organic object
exposed to liquid nitrogen

at minus 320 degrees
will become frozen,

exhibiting
great tensile strength,

but is vulnerable to stress
from compression or impact.

Now, I've seen this
demonstrated on a fish before...

I don't think they'll
be performing

this experiment on
Beakman's World.

Has this been dusted?

Treat yourself.

Thanks.

Hey, Scully,
look at these files.

"KMAN" must be Keats.

His file was turned off
at 12:31 last night.

But look. Someone
else entered a file

under the name "Arthur"
after 12:31.

And worked on it for
nearly five hours.

Well, it couldn't
have been Keats.

Judging from
the rigor of the body,

he was dead around 12:30.

So you're saying that
someone came in here,

killed Keats, and then
just did some work

on an old Dr. Arthur
Grable file?

Well, I can't access
the Arthur file.

We're going to need
the password.

Try 15626.

How did you know
that that was...?

This is Arthur Grable's work

on the same
fluid dynamics equations

the others were working on.

Look at all those entries.

Someone has been
continuing his work

for the six months
since he died.

How did you know
what the password was?

Wave good-bye.
Wave good-bye.

Come on. We've got to go.

Wave good-bye.
Bye-bye.

Wave good-bye.

Roland?

Why did you sleep
in your clothes last night?

Well, let's get you dressed.

You have visitors.

I'm not supposed
to talk to them.

Who told you that?

Remember that talk we had

about being shy?

These are nice people, Roland.

Hey, Roland,
you got more shirts than I do.

I think this one
would look stylin' today.

What do you think?

The green one.

Green one?

Please.

Mrs. Stodie, can I talk
to you a second?

See you later, Roland.

This one?

Here you go.

So, do you like your job
at the college, Roland?

Yes.

I hear you're very good at it.

Do you remember how
you got your job?

A man talked to Mrs. Stodie.

What man?

Dr. Grable.

Was Dr. Grable nice to you?

Yes.

When was the last time
you spoke to him?

Last week?

Day before?

Dr. Grable died.

I'm sorry.

Yes.

People die.

They go away,

and they're not supposed
to come back.

Has Roland ever mentioned

the name "Arthur"?

That was Dr. Grable's
first name,

but we only called him
Dr. Grable.

I doubt Roland even knew
his first name was Arthur.

Mrs. Stodie,
can I get a copy

of Roland's file
and past history?

Our patients' histories
are confidential.

I understand, but I have
grounds to obtain them,

and the less time we
have to spend in court,

the more time we
have to help Roland.

Roland Fuller was hired
by Arthur Grable.

He went to the halfway house

specifically to find
a mentally challenged person.

Are you suggesting
that Arthur Grable

hired Roland
in order to use him?

Then are you suggesting
that Arthur Grable is not dead?

Well, if he had intentions

of killing Nollette,
Keats and Surnow,

why not set it up to appear
the least likely suspect?

Yeah, but by the look of this,
he's hamburger.

Maybe he staged it.

That would explain why his work
is continuing on

six months after his "death."

This obituary says

that Arthur Grable
was born in Seattle.

His father was a big banker.

His mother was active in
a number of charities.

Only child.

Summa cum laude in physics.

Doctoral and postdoctoral

in aeronautical engineering
at Harvey Mudd.

Brilliant future,
tragically cut short.

Roland's also from Seattle.

He spent most of his life
at the Heritage halfway house.

The identity of his parents
has been sealed by the courts.

There's very little
information on Roland

before the age of three.

That's when he was put
in the Heritage program.

Does it say when he was born?

July 15, 1952.

That's also Arthur's birth date.

Don't you wish you could fly?

I can.

When I dream.

People can do anything
in a dream, you know.

Once...

one time, I had a dream
we were married

and lived in a house.

Do you have dreams, Roland?

You can tell me.

Roland?

Who's Arthur?

I'm sorry, Roland.

I'm sorry.

Roland!

Roland?

Go away!

Roland, what's the matter?

Go away!

I don't want to hurt you!

Go away!

Go away.

Is that you?

Yes.

Cool do.

What's the story here?

Um... a quantum physics
professor of mine

at Harvey Mudd flunked me.

He challenged the tenets
of one of my theories...

a theory I later published
in Nature.

Anyway, to get back at him

one afternoon, we decided
to take his car apart

and put it back together again
in his office

and left it running.

Hmm, an egghead classic.

It was Arthur Grable's idea.

Is that Arthur Grable there,
sitting on the chair?

Yeah.

Was he a practical joker?

Atop of all his brilliance

he had a genius
for executing elaborate schemes.

Could he be making it seem
like a man with a 70 IQ

is gaining access to
and operating

his old computer files?

Arthur would still have
to be alive.

Could he have faked
his own death?

- No.
- The police report

on the auto accident
that killed Arthur Grable

is woefully incomplete.

It was a dry road surface,
no mechanical problems found.

The body was never admitted
to a county morgue

and there was no funeral.

If, uh, you are trying
to suggest

that Arthur Grable
killed Surnow and Keats

and is after me next,
you're way off.

Art could not
have done the murders.

How can you be so certain?

This is Arthur Grable.

Because of the massive
internal damage to his body

caused by the car accident,
we could only preserve the head.

Wouldn't your client find
it somewhat inconvenient

to be thawed out in the
future, only to discover

he had no functional mobility?

We believe that, by the time
science figures a way

to revive our clients...

You'll also know how
to clone new bodies for them.

Exactly.

This technology
is progressing faster

than anyone thought possible.

Ask anyone here
at the university.

So, while for us,
the passing of each second

brings our bodies
closer to death,

for our clients,
it brings them closer to life.

These fluctuations
in temperature...

- do they happen often?
- No. We've had some problems

with Dr. Grable's capsule,
and our technicians

have checked it
for possible malfunctions,

but they've found nothing.

Is it possible the brain
is causing the fluctuation?

No, but we are looking
for the explanation.

The patient's in no danger.

He remains perfectly preserved

as long as there's
liquid nitrogen in the capsule.

May we take a look at
Arthur Grable's records?

Thank you.

Dr. Barrington,

in your conception
of future medical science,

what requirements will exist

to be an organ or tissue donor?

Same requirements
as there are today.

Compatible genetic makeup.

It's best if the
donor is related.

Mulder...

Arthur Grable put down
only one donor.

Roland Fuller and Arthur Grable
had the same birthday.

I think they're twins.

Older or younger?

Same age,

just less hairy and
with better eyesight.

Got you, and the moustache?

No. Lose the whole beard.

Next?

Close-cropped hair

with a slightly
receding widow's peak.

Lose the glasses.

That's Roland.

Give or take a few pounds.

Tell me about
your dreams, Roland.

It's all right.
I won't tell anybody.

You know, I had
a dream last night.

I dreamt I was swimming
in this pool

and I could see
my father underwater,

but when I dove down,
the water stung my eyes.

Then there was another man
at the pool, watching me.

He upset me.

He was asking me questions
I didn't want to answer

and I had to leave.

I couldn't find my father.

I can't tell you my dreams.

Why not?

Bad.

Your dreams are bad, Roland,

not you.

You're a good person.

I hit Tracy.

Your dreams make you hit Tracy?

You know how to work
this toy, Roland?

Here.

You see,
the way you work that toy

is like what's happening to you.

You're the spaceship, Roland,

and your dreams
are the controls.

Who...?

Who runs the controls?

Have you seen this man recently?

Come on, Arthur, we have
to say bye-bye to Roland.

Bye.

Roland.

Roland.

Roland, stop.

Roland!

Roland.

Roland.

We need to arrange to keep
Roland under observation.

Roland.

- He's trying to get away.
- Roland.

Roland.

Roland!

Roland!

Roland!
Roland!

Roland!

Nollette's gone.

We should arrange a
security guard to find him.

Mulder, no one's going
to provide you with anything

once you explain your theory

on how Roland Fuller is capable
of these murders.

You've got a brother,
don't you, Scully?

Yeah, I've got an older one
and a younger one.

Well, have you ever thought
about calling one of them

all day long, and then all
of a sudden the phone rings,

and it's one of
them calling you?

Does this pitch somehow end
with a way for me

to lower
my long distance charges?

I believe in
psychic connections,

and evidence suggests that it's
stronger between family members,

strongest of all
between twin siblings

that shared the same womb.

Okay, maybe, but in this case

one sibling has closer ties
to a frozen Fudgsicle

than he does to his own brother.

Arthur Grable is not dead.

He's in a state of consciousness

that no human
has ever returned from.

And what if that state allows
one to develop psychic ability

to a potential
that the conscious mind

is too preoccupied to explore

or believe in?

He could use that ability
to control his brother

to kill those scientists.

But why? He's been working
with these colleagues for years.

Well, that's a question that
only Dr. Nollette can answer.

Okay, let's go.

I have to call my brother.

We've got to find Nollette.

Let's talk to Campus Security.

We go this way?

No, we go left.

Well, wherever you are, Arthur,

I'm sure you'll appreciate this.

Arthur and Roland Grable.

Born at Puget Presbyterian
to Mr. and Mrs. Lewis Grable

on July 15, 1952.

Arthur was four minutes
older than Roland.

Identical twins.

Which means that
they're the result

of a single egg fertilized
by a single sperm.

I've read studies
which suggest that,

in some cases, the
identical twin arises

very early in the
embryonic stage

when a mutation in one cell

is rejected by the other cells

as foreign.

So, then,
maybe Roland's condition

is the result
of a damaged chromosome

rejected by
one of Arthur's cells?

In a way, that would explain
Arthur's genius

and Roland's strange
mathematical gift.

In a way.

Agent Scully.

This is Larry Barrington
at the Avalon Foundation.

We've, uh, got a situation here.

Uh-huh.

Last night we had a break-in
at the facility.

That's right, yeah.

It's Arthur Grable's
storage unit.

His internal thermostat's
been compromised.

Was there any tissue damage?

We're trying to assess that now.

The temperature's still rising.

Something's blocking our access

to the cooling program.

Someone tampered with
Arthur Grable's capsule.

They're attempting
to stabilize it now.

Nollette.

What is it?

"If I have seen further
than other men,

it's because I have stood
on the shoulders of giants."

No.

This isn't yours.

It's amazing.

There's this body sitting there

in front of me talking,

but you're controlling
it, Arthur.

You took my work.

What good was your work
going to do you?

You died before
you could finish it,

before you could publish it.

It was mine!

And a brilliant piece
of work, too.

When I saw the writing
on the white board,

I knew someone
had found the key.

Mach 15 was within our reach.

Our futures were guaranteed.

Ironic, isn't it?

You did all the work

and I get all the glory.

No!

Yes.

Yes, Arthur.

I was here working on
the intake problem,

moments away from a solution,
when you attacked me.

Fortunately
I was carrying a gun.

After the murder
of my colleagues,

who could blame me?

No.

Oh, that's, that's interesting.

I've got it.

That's it.

I've got it.

Arthur!

Arthur, open the door!

Arthur!

Arthur, how do you stop this?!

Tell me how!

- Arthur!
- Wait!

Roland, we need you to help us.

Please, we need you to help us

to stop the machine.

Bye, Roland.

Arthur, say good-bye

to your brother.

Try to remember how.

Roland, you've got to help
him or he's going to die.

Wave good-bye, Arthur.

Come on, Roland.

I can't remember.

He'll be held

in psychiatric custody
for evaluation.

Is he being charged
with a crime?

The D.A. hasn't made
that determination yet.

But we've recommended that he
be remanded to your custody

as soon as the court
deems it appropriate.

How could this happen?

Roland never exhibited
any violent tendencies.

It's my belief that he wasn't
acting under his own volition.

What do you mean?

This is the work
of Arthur Grable,

Roland's brother.

It's a new theory
of jet propulsion,

unfinished at the time
of his death.

In the last two weeks

Roland has completed
the calculations.

How?

We're not sure,
Mrs. Stodie.

All we know is that Roland
was somehow able

to finish
his brother's research.

Roland?

Where are you going?

Roland, don't go.

I have to.

Okay. Bye.

Tracy...

wait.

Keep my stars.

I love you.

Me, too.