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♪ you can crawl back home,
say you were wrong ♪

♪ stand out in the yard... ♪

Oh...

Looks like
we got a visitor.

A little brownie.

Are we in the wrong
country then? Huh?

All right, all right.

♪ oh, damn, oh, damn! ♪

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What am I hearing, Mulder?

According to eyewitnesses--

or "earwitnesses,"
as it were--

it sounded like
trumpets playing.

From nowhere in particular?

No apparent source.

Music as if from the
heavens themselves,

as if God himself
was making music,

blowing his own horn.

Since when do you believe
in God, Mulder?

What makes you think I do?

- "God himself"?
- I speak merely

as an investigator.
Reports from Belarus

to Canada, France, Italy,
Germany, the Ukraine...

But as an investigator,

you seem to give
this phenomenon credibility.

It's not important
what I believe, Scully.

It's important
what they believe.

The earwitnesses.

And what do they believe?

"And I saw the seven angels
that stood before God,

and to them were
given seven trumpets."

Revelations 8:2.

A herald of end times.

You know
that prophecies like this

have been going on
for centuries.

Failed prognostications
of doom,

failed prophecy,
even in the Bible.

Yeah, God told Adam

that if he ate the
forbidden fruit he'd die,

and he lived 930 years.

Top that.

You know that didn't
literally happen, right?

I'm just sayin'.

It's your book.

Hello?

Anyone down here?

Nobody but
the FBI's Most Unwanted.

- I've been waiting 23 years to say that.
- How'd it feel?

- Pretty good.
- Yeah?

It's open. Come on in.

- Special Agent Fox Mulder?
- Speaking.

And to whom
am I speaking?

I'm Special Agent Miller.
This is Special Agent Einstein.

You're Special
Agent Einstein?

I claim a distant relation,
if that's what you're referring to.

For-forgive Agent Scully's
impertinence.

She wrote her dissertation

- on Einstein's twin paradox.
- Excuse me,

but I was definitely told
you were a medical doctor.

I am.
But I'm also a scientist.

Because I'm a
medical doctor.

- Oh.
- And you're a profiler,

- obsessed with the paranormal?
- That's why we're here, actually.

When we should be
at the airport.

You both heard about the terrorist
bombing of an art gallery in Texas.

Yes. Two young Muslim men

protesting the depiction of
Mohammed.

- Wearing suicide bomber vests.
- Can we get

- to the business section, please?
- Nine people killed

in the act but one
of the bombers survived.

Technically.

Medically, he's in a
persistent vegetative state.

He's dead
except for a heartbeat.

You must imagine why we're here.

There have been
so-called practitioners...

I'm sorry. Forgive me,

but I can't imagine
why you're here.

That would make two of us.

Agent Miller,

a man with a mind

obviously open to possibility

would like to communicate
with the dead, or the near-dead,

- as the case may be.
- I believe

he may have intel
on a larger sleeper cell

with an aim to commit
more acts of terror.

Which is where our energy
would be better spent,

trying to stop
live terrorists

rather than stopping to try
to speak with dead ones.

I have to say I agree.

There have been
noted divinators,

oracles, fakirs, necromancers

who have claimed the ability...

Madame Blavatsky,
founder of Theosophism,

brought to America
a so-called

Ancient Wisdom gained
from Tibetan spiritual adepts.

Maybe I've been part
of the X-Files too long,

but I happen to know
that Madame Blavatsky's dead.

- Huh.
- Which would make it

that much harder to glean

her far-flung abilities.

Yeah. That's what I thought.
Miller?

You know of no such practitioner
working now

whom we might consult?

None that I'd waste
your time on.

Miller, come on.
There's a 1:30 flight to Texas,

and I want to be on it.

Thank you for your time.

Uh, please call me
when you think of something.

He seemed
like a bright young man.

She calls him "Miller."

Hmm.

Using artwork to
desecrate the prophet

of someone else's religion just
incites fanatical terrorists.

- It's just a painting.
- Yeah.

Of Mohammed sitting on a toilet

defecating radical Islamists!

Do you know how absurd
this all is?

It's just absurd!

It's not
absurd to the victims

of this action and their
families...

Wearing that vest,
those last few steps,

knowing you're gonna die,
must be so strange.

How 'bout the victims?
Imagine not knowing.

That's even worse.

Where does all
the hate come from?

He's just a kid.
A kid needs to be taught

this hate.
You wonder who got in his head.

Well, he's not
gonna tell you, Miller.

And neither is any necromancer.

Well, wasn't it at least worth a try?

You think anyone takes
the X-Files seriously?

That's why they got them stuck
down in that basement office.

I pity that poor Agent Scully.

That's, like,
my dream assignment.

No self-respecting scientist

would spend a career
toiling away

in obscure realms
of science fiction.

Why else would she do it?

She's clearly in love with him.

You spent all of
five minutes with them.

How do you know that?

Nothing else would explain it.

Maybe he values her open mind.

Maybe she challenges his BS.

Special Agent Miller speaking.

Agent Miller,
this is Agent Scully.

Um, hey. One second.

I'll meet you
on the plane.

...Westboro Church,

the best representative
of all Christians!

Hi.

- You might wonder why I'm calling.
- No.

- Uh, well, actually, yeah.
- I was thinking

about your case,
and I have an idea

that might help you communicate
with your terrorist.

That is good news.

- What is it?
- There's something

I'd like to try.

- But I need to meet you in Texas.
- Okay. Yeah.

That sounds great.

Special Agent Einstein speaking.

Agent Einstein,
it's Agent Mulder.

You must wonder why I'm calling.

No. I'm completely baffled.

I have an idea

of how you might communicate
with your terrorist.

Uh, I think it's Special Agent
Miller you're looking for.

No, no.
I-I-I need to speak with you.

I got your number
from AD Walter Skinner,

who sings your praises,
by the way.

Yes, I helped him

with his migraines,
which he claims are due to you.

In-in-in any case, I was hoping
I might impose upon you

to delay your trip out to Texas.

You can't just tell me now?

- It requires some explanation.
- You do realize

the clock is ticking
on this case, quite literally.

I think it could save lives.

Say no more.

I'm on my way.

Where are you going?

I'm catching the crazy train.

I'll see you down
in Texas, Miller.

When did radical Muslims become

a protected class in America?

When the
Founding Fathers signed

- the Constitution-- that's when.
- The same document that's supposed

to protect my freedom of speech.

But not your freedom to hate!
What is wrong with you?

It is not a freedom to hate!

Why do you think these guys
are acting this way?

Why do you think that guy
went up and shot five servicemen

in Chattanooga?
Because they loved him?

Because we treated him well?
Because we don't plaster

their names as terrorists
all over the media? No!

- Because we hate them.
- We do not hate them. I will not...

No, we do not hate them.
And I will not allow for that.

We are not going
to continue

to spread lies
about a people...

Ah, come in, Agent Einstein.
Have a seat.

I came here in good faith,
Agent Mulder,

but lives are at stake.

- I'm all about that.
- If there were

another act of terror,
and I'm in here listening

to some woo woo treatise
on the paranormal,

I don't think I could
forgive myself.

I-I don't do woo woo.

Okay, what's your big idea?

How are we going to talk
with this terrorist?

Well, first, can we talk about

the nature of reality,
as you perceive it?

My reality is new chatter
on the Internet

- about more suicide bombs.
- But do you believe

that thoughts have mass?

That ideas such as faith
and forgiveness have weight

much the same way
this desk... has weight?

Or any material, really.

You are too much,
Agent Mulder.

It's a legitimate
question.

There's a legitimate answer-- no.

How can you be so sure?

Because when I stand
on the scale

and think of ice cream,
my ass doesn't grow.

- Need I illustrate further?
- Yes,

but I'm sure you believe
that words have weight--

the weight to move people
to go kill other people.

People kill people.
Bombs kill people.

Words can incite people
to kill people

as instruments of hate, but are
not lethal in and of themselves.

Ever suck on a lemon,
Agent Einstein?

Do you feel a sensation
right now?

A quasi-measurable effect?

I am getting a taste of what
Agent Scully must suffer.

Neo-Darwinists believe
that every word spoken,

every thought, every perception,
lest I misperceive,

is a step in the evolution
of mankind.

Yes. A butterfly
beats its wings in China,

but that butterfly
won't be defusing explosives

in any suicide vests.

Agent Einstein, you have
a terrorist lying in a state

of existence somewhere
between life and death.

If he holds valuable intel
on other terrorists,

maybe in order to reach him,
you need to expand your mind

on the so-called material world.

I got here
as fast as I could.

Let me say, I'm blown
away you came down here

- to help me at all.
- Well, I sensed your frustration.

I just want to believe
there's some way

of reaching this young man and
learning what he might know.

Well, I believe there may be,
but not the way you think.

What way is that,
Agent Scully?

Well, not through an oracle
or a psychic or a seer,

but through science.

I don't know
how you mean.

This may sound heavy, but
this is a bit of a personal quest for me.

My mother was
in a coma recently,

and I wasn't able to communicate

with her, either.

I take it she's passed?

I wish I'd had
the presence of mind

to think of this
when she was still alive.

It might've solved a mystery
that I may never know.

Please enlighten me,
Agent Mulder,

how nine years of college,
three degrees,

and two years at Quantico
has left me such a simpleton.

Not a simpleton.

A mugwump.

I resent that characterization,

and I don't even know
what it means.

It means sit down and shut up.

You talk to Agent Scully
like that?

Only when she's being
a mugwump.

Please...
have a seat.

I'll give you two minutes,
Agent Mulder,

and then I'm due back on Earth.

Behold.

Psilocybe tampenensis.

I'm afraid where this is going.

The so-called Magic Mushroom,
the study of which

has begun anew by respected
medical practitioners

from Columbia University to Oxford.

- Highly contested studies.
- Highly uncontested results.

Test subjects report
experiences that transcended

space and time,
confrontations with the dead,

- touching the very face of God.
- That's nice,

Agent Mulder-- you've got
about a minute and counting.

Test subjects have also reported
that once the impediment

of the physical body is removed,
deep and lasting truths

are revealed that
the conscious mind won't allow--

feelings of ineffability,
sacredness, peace, unity,

joy-- all without
altering brain chemistry.

Are you proposing, Agent Mulder,
that we administer

the Magic Mushroom
to the terrorist?

No. No.

I am proposing that
you administer it to me,

so that I can communicate
with the terrorist,

learn what he knows, and prevent
future acts of terror.

To a technically dead man?

Death is now viewed by some

as merely another plane
of existence.

I don't think our terrorist
has even achieved that plane.

I believe he's still reachable
on this plane.

So you called me back here to
ask me to administer this drug,

this illicit
Schedule 1 substance.

As a medical professional.

Which Agent Scully is as well.

Agent Scully has recently had

her own life-altering
death experience,

and I don't want
to bother her with this.

Oh.

Oh, so you want
to just keep it between us?

I-I would, if you don't mind.

No.

No, I wouldn't mind at all.

Because there will be
absolutely nothing to say,

except maybe to Internal
Affairs, if I were to go through

- with this lunatic scheme of yours.
- What is lunatic

- about it, exactly?
- Oh, let me think about that. Everything?

And rest assured, Agent Mulder,

when I walk out of here,
I will never again

darken your basement door.

So that's a maybe?

It's hard to imagine
there's someone in there,

when you really see him.

Research bears out

a surprising incidence
of electro-activity

even in the most
severely brain-damaged.

What I want to try
is a rather... novel

but not untested protocol.

I'm open to whatever.

I'm certain that you are,
Agent Miller.

I believe so many answers
lie beyond the pale

of the known world in realms

of extreme
possibility.

I believe that you believe.

So what are you proposing?

Doctors recently achieved
the ability to communicate

with a man known
as Patient 23

through magnetic
imaging-- MRI--

by prompting
his otherwise inert

and unresponsive brain
with questions

- that triggered electro-activity.
- What kind of questions?

Mundane questions about...
housekeeping and tennis.

But they unexpectedly lit up
certain regions of his brain

that translated
to yes-and-no responses.

That is incredible.

Well, more incredibly,
it can be achieved rather simply

through the use of an ordinary
electro-encephalogram.

Why didn't someone
think of that?

But let me caution you.

Even if we do reach
this young man,

it may be difficult

to get the intel
that you're hoping for.

Who's Special Agent Miller?

I'm Special Agent Miller.

Gonna ask you
to leave.

FBI has no more
jurisdiction here.

Who has jurisdiction?

Department of Homeland Security.

I was assigned this case.
Agent Scully

is a medical doctor.

We think we can
communicate...

Communicate?
To say what?

"You shouldn't
have done it, son"?

There's a chance to
question him about

- who was behind the bombing.
- And you think

he's gonna tell you?

By any moral
definition,

this body here isn't a human.

By my definition,
this terrorist is dead.

I'm sorry,
but what's your business here?

I suggest that
you both take a little breather

and call your superiors
in Washington,

if you have any questions.

We're not leaving this room.

I'm gonna ask you to leave.

I'll give the orders,
Agent Miller.

Wrong. I'm giving
the orders now.

They've come here
for retribution.

Whoever you're calling,
this goes way beyond...

I'm not calling anyone.

Special Agent Einstein.

I'm sorry, but I can't let you
in there without authorization.

I've been assigned
this case

with my partner,
Special Agent Miller.

Let me see that.

If you're his partner,

then who is
Special Agent Dana Scully?

Agent Mulder,
it's Agent Einstein.

How soon can you be in Texas?

Agent Mulder.

Agent Einstein.

For a second there,
I thought

- you were gonna punk me.
- I had a little trouble,

- uh, procuring... the illicit substance.
- Oh.

- Where'd you get these?
- Apparently, Texas is something

of a promised land--
as it turns out,

one of the early research
pioneers is from here.

So this is the real deal, huh?

I can't speak
to the dosage,

and I certainly
wouldn't take both.

- Not till you've experienced the one.
- May I ask,

Agent Einstein,
what changed your mind

on this whole deal here?

I got here to find that
Agent Scully was here in Texas

working with Agent Miller.

I sense some
professional animus.

- Nothing professional about it.
- But you think

- this misguided.
- My loss is your gain,

Agent Mulder.

I'll deal with Agent Miller
about this later.

In the meantime,
we must conduct this business

with a certain delicacy

where the consumption
of any potentially dangerous

and psychotropic hallucinogen
must be undertaken

outside of a laboratory.

You mean hide it like a
couple of drug addicts.

While this may seem foolhardy,
I am anticipating results,

that you will
actually be

communicating
with the terrorist, somehow.

Now, what he
may say to you,

or you to him, I have no clue.

How do you say "Howdy, pardner"
in Arabic?

Thank you.

You Agent Einstein?

No, I'm Agent Dana Scully.

Agent Miller?

- Yes. Is there a problem?
- I'm Special Agent Brem,

here to inform you that this
hospital is under terror threat.

I've got a cordon of agents
near the building

as a precaution against
an attack, but I need

to clear this wing until
we can bring in the bomb squad.

You know where
the threat came from?

Mm-mm. An anonymous caller,

but... a very clear guess--

there's a large and...
unassimilated Muslim community

in the area, with
one shared wish.

One shared wish that what?

To wipe you and America
off the map.

To honor their hero,
Osama bin Laden,

whose picture we find
all too frequently

on their refrigerators.

Not all Muslims
are extremists, certainly.

Feel free to stay here
and take your chances,

if you don't believe me.

There are other people who want

to see this young man dead.

I'm not one of them,
Agent Miller.

Last thing I want
is for this...

killer to die and go to
paradise or to his 72 virgins...

...in the sky.

Sounds like torture to me.

This boy can hear
everything you're saying,

and we're trying to win
his trust and talk to him.

Keep the killer alive.

You do your job; we'll do ours.

Time to evacuate.

Everybody out!

There's, uh...
there's been

a bomb threat.
They're asking us to leave.

Uh, we have special
authorization.

- That's what everyone says.
- No.

We'll just need the room

for a few minutes...
to do research.

Yeah, that's what
everyone says.

You know, I've never seen

a patient receive
so much attention...

especially one who's
so unworthy of it.

- Well, this is a special case.
- Just like all those

immigrant groups coming
over here, taking all our jobs,

clogging up the health
care system and our schools,

and they don't
even speak English.

We're not gonna
fix that right now, so...

A church group brought
200 Arab refugees

to our town, and now

they're saying that
they want to bring some more.

Maybe we need to come back.

Or maybe...

we can talk outside.

It's all part of a
government program paid for

by my tax dollars, which means
that I come to work every day,

and I pay for
these people...

So I did some research,

and I found out that
this is all part of a plot

by the United Nations to get
these people into the US,

so that they can form
terrorist cells.

- That sounds very suspicious.
- Yeah.

You turn your back
on these people,

- you're taking your chance.
- No.

No, we don't want
to turn our backs.

One more thing-- you say
you're here doing research?

Yes. We'll just be
a few more minutes in the room,

- and then we'll be evacuating, as well.
- Yeah.

Well, your partner already left.

♪ stand on the bar, stomp
your feet, start clapping ♪

♪ got a real good feeling
something bad about to happen ♪

♪ oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ oh, oh, oh,
oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ pulled up to the church,
but I got so nervous ♪

♪ had to back it on up, couldn't
make it to the service ♪

♪ grabbed all the cash
underneath my mattress ♪

♪ got a real good feelin'
something bad about to happen ♪

♪ oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ stand on the bar, stomp
your feet, start clapping ♪

♪ got a real good feeling
something bad about to happen ♪

♪ you can tell the world
you never was my girl ♪

♪ you can burn my clothes up
when I'm gone ♪

♪ or you can tell my lips
to tell my fingertips ♪

♪ they won't be reaching out
for you no more ♪

♪ but don't tell my heart,
my achy breaky heart ♪

♪ I just don't think
he'd understand ♪

♪ and if you tell my heart,
my achy breaky heart ♪

♪ he might blow up
and kill this man ♪

♪ ooh... ♪

♪ but don't tell my heart,
my achy breaky heart ♪

♪ I just don't think
he'd understand ♪

♪ and if you tell my heart,
my achy breaky heart ♪

♪ he might blow up and kill this man ♪

♪ left, left,
left, right, left ♪

♪ hustlers shootin' eight ball,
throwin' darts at the wall ♪

♪ feelin' damn near
ten feet tall ♪

♪ here she comes,
Lord help us all ♪

♪ ol' TW's girlfriend done
slapped him out of his chair ♪

♪ poor ole boy,
it ain't his fault ♪

♪ it's so hard not to stare ♪

♪ at that honky tonk
badonkadonk ♪

♪ keepin' perfect rhythm,
make you wanna swing along ♪

♪ there ought to be a law ♪

♪ get the sheriff on the phone ♪

♪ Lord have mercy, how'd
she even get them britches on? ♪

♪ that honky tonk
badonkadonk ♪

♪ aw, that's what I'm
talking about right there ♪

Is this what you wanted,
Agent Mulder?

Your woo woo paranormal?

- Come on, say it.
- Woo woo.

- Say it!
- Woo woo.

- Say it!
- Woo woo...!

Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

♪ the higher that
the monkey can climb ♪

You want the truth,
Agent Mulder?

You've come to the right place.

♪ call no man happy
till he dies ♪

♪ there's no milk
at the bottom of the pail ♪

♪ misery's the river
of the world ♪

♪ misery's the river of
the world ♪

♪ everybody rows this ♪

♪ everybody row ♪

♪ misery's the river
of the world ♪

♪ misery's the river of
the world ♪

♪ misery's the river
of the world ♪

♪ everybody row, everybody row ♪

♪ everybody row... ♪

♪ everybody row ♪

♪ misery's the river of the world ♪

♪ everybody row ♪

♪ everybody row,
everybody row... ♪

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Can you hear my voice?

Oh, we don't even know his name.

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I was with the Bureau in Iraq.

Keep talking, Agent Miller.

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- The needles are moving.
- It could be a false positive--

aberrant neurological activity,
not a response in and of itself.

- How do we know the difference?
- Well,

we need to set up a baseline,
set up questions

that serve as yes-no answers.

It will be painstaking
and difficult.

I'm just certain he hears us.

Agent Mulder?

Agent Mulder?

Where's your hat?

Ah, rodeo's over, cowboy.

We're hanging up
your spurs for good.

- What are you talking about?
- What am I talking about?

Dude, I was on fire.

Dude,

you were an embarrassment,

to me and to the Federal Bureau
of Investigation.

A-Agent Einstein?
Agent Einstein, tell him.

Tell him what,
Agent Mulder?

What were were doing was
under your medical supervision,

- all on the up and up.
- It was until it wasn't.

Well, it's not like
it was volitional.

What was it, Agent Mulder?

It was the Magic Mushrooms.

Maybe I took too much.

Maybe you didn't take enough.

What's that supposed to mean?

Agent Einstein informed
me that you requested

that she administer an
illicit substance to you

in your rather reckless

attempt to talk
to an alleged mass murderer.

Yeah, and administer them
she did.

These are what I gave you,
Agent Mulder.

Yeah, that stuff--
that's potent.

- This stuff is purchasable at any
corner drugstore. - Maybe in Texas it is.

These are niacin capsules,
Agent Mulder.

- What I gave you is a placebo.
- No way.

No way. That's impossible.

I-I was under the
influence of something...

- powerful.
- Yes.

The power of suggestion.

No, you were there.

And The Lone Gunman.

- The Badonkadonk.
- Yeah, I was

- in Washington, Agent Mulder.
- This is what I'm saying!

I think he's
still tripping.

Well, the placebo effect
has been known

to have lasting
psychological outcome.

I talked to the terrorist.

- You talked to the terrorist?
- Yes.

He whispered in my ear.

Well, what did he say,
Agent Mulder?

I can't tell you what he said.

It was in Arabic.

Well, I'm gonna get you
a wheelchair

so we can get you home,
partner, all right?

Well, you were there, too.

And you were 50 shades of bad.

You know this is ridiculous.

We don't want you dancing away.

So I did... I-I...
I did dance then?

According to
a whole bunch

of very frightened,
middle-aged Texans.

You're just covering your ass.

Well, either way.

I'll be looking at
disciplinary action

over my own dismal failure
of authority.

Thanks to you, I'll probably
be banished to my own

basement office, consigned to a
life of ridicule and ignominy...

Stop!

Stop.

I'm begging you!

I... I know this woman.

It's okay.

Maybe you haven't failed.

Agent Scully.

Miller.

This is Noora.

She's come here today
to talk to her son, Shiraz.

Mulder, where did
you find her?

Please don't ask him that.

It's okay.

Got you.

We believe
that he can hear you.

Then my prayers are answered.

Oh.

My beautiful baby boy, Shiraz.

You could not
ever kill anyone.

This is not how I raised you--
to worship Allah through death.

To be a man by following men.

Your heart is too
big for them.

You see the faces
of the innocent,

and you lose your nerves.

You cannot go through
with the bomb.

Noora,

how do you know that?

Because my Shiraz

tells me so...

in my dreams and in my prayers.

Who filled his head, Noora?

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I do not know how to help you

because I do not know
their names.

He's going into cardiac arrest.

Blood pressure's dropping.

I'm gonna go get help.

No, no, I think
he's trying to tell us.

Now we're losing him!

Shiraz, please, please.

I'm so sorry.

No, Shiraz!

I'm sorry.

- Let's give her some space.
- Oh, my Shiraz.

- He talked to us.
- Oh, Shiraz.

He talked to me.

This is exactly how I saw it.

Agent Mulder, please...

He spoke to me.

Shiraz.

He spoke to me.

What do you mean
he spoke to you?

Spoke to you when,
Agent Mulder?

With the help
of Agent Einstein.

Ugh, Agent Mulder, please stop.

Mulder, when could he possibly
have spoken to you?

I can explain.
Or I can't explain.

He spoke to me. In Arabic.

- In Arabic?
- In words I didn't understand, yeah.

What words, Agent Mulder?

Babbel...

Babeel...

Bab-Babell.

Babil? Babil al...

something.

"Babil" is
"Babylon," the city.

Like in ancient Babylon?

- Just... Babi..
- I feel like I need

- to explain.
- Just let him finish, please.

Babil al... Babil...

Mulder, are you okay?

Funduq. Babil al funduq.

Babylon the hotel?

Allahu Akbar.

♪ secret heart ♪

♪ what are you made of? ♪

♪ what are you ♪

♪ so afraid of? ♪

♪ could it be ♪

♪ three simple words ♪

♪ or the fear
of being overheard? ♪

♪ what's wrong? ♪

♪ let her in
on your secret heart ♪

♪ secret heart ♪

♪ why so mysterious? ♪

♪ why so sacred? ♪

♪ why so serious? ♪

♪ maybe you're... ♪

Not staying for the attaboys?

- I didn't really do anything.
- Ah.

Nothing but take down
a terror cell

ready to kill untold numbers.

That was all Agent Mulder.

That's not how I understand it.

I'm told
you kept that boy alive,

that you kept him

safe from harm.

I translated a few words.

It was all you and Agent Mulder.

Remarkably, I did nothing.

And, remarkably, it worked.

Although I'm at a loss
in explaining it.

Maybe some things are unexplainable,
Agent Einstein.

Mmm.

The most beautiful thing
we can experience

is the mysterious,

the source of all

true art and science.

That's... beautiful, Einstein.

Yes, Einstein.

That's who said it, Miller.

The real mystery here
is your behavior,

bringing Agent Scully

down here without bothering
to consult me.

Remarkably,

I did nothing.
It was you who abandoned me,

Agent Einstein,
for the crazy train.

Never again,

Agent Miller.

♪ secret heart... ♪

Although something
is clearer to me now,

as a result of the experience.

The value of an open mind?

The nature of reality.

I'm now convinced that words
and ideas do have weight,

the weight to move people to do
the most psychotic things.

Giving someone
magic mushrooms?

I was talking
about Agent Mulder.

Right.

♪ ho! ♪

♪ hey! ♪

♪ ho! ♪

♪ hey! ♪

- ♪ ho! ♪
- ♪ I've been trying to do it right ♪

- ♪ hey! ♪
- ♪ I've been living a lonely life ♪

- ♪ ho! ♪
- ♪ I've been sleeping here instead ♪

- ♪ hey! ♪
- ♪ I've been sleeping in my bed ♪

- ♪ ho! ♪
- ♪ sleeping in my bed ♪

♪ hey! ♪

♪ ho! ♪

- ♪ ho! ♪
- ♪ so show me family ♪

- ♪ hey! ♪
- ♪ all the blood that I would bleed ♪

- ♪ ho! ♪
- ♪ I don't know where I belong ♪

- ♪ hey! ♪
- ♪ I don't know where I went wrong ♪

- ♪ ho! ♪
- ♪ but I can write a song ♪

- ♪ hey! ♪
SINGER: - ...two, three...

♪ I belong with you,
you belong with me... ♪

Talk to me, Mulder.

Oh...

- where to begin?
- Why didn't

you tell me about
your little scheme?

Y-You were
on your own mission.

And you would've
never bought that.

Absolutely right.

I have to applaud her, though,
on her clever trick

- with the placebo.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

How did that work?

Wonders never cease with you.

I saw things, though, Scully.

Powerful things.

I saw deep
and unconditional love.

I saw things, too.

I witnessed unqualified hate

that appears to have no end.

Yeah.

But how
to reconcile the two?

The extremes of our nature.

That's the question.

Maybe the question of our times.

Walk with me, Scully.

This whole thing
has got me thinking.

Thinking about God.

You, Mulder,
thking about God?

The angry God of the Bible.

The Tower of Babel
and Babylon,

scattering people violently,

so there's never to speak
a common language.

Punishing man
for his hubris.

Well, that lesson didn't stick.

But the anger sure remains.

That's the same angry
God as in the Koran...

ordering death
to the infidels.

What exactly
is this God saying?

Worship me and my great anger?

Well, that's a good
question, Mulder.

One for the ages.

Well, think about the immense
power in those prophecies,

the power in those words
to convince young men

to put on suicide vests today
and murder for their angry God.

What are you getting at?

Those boys,
they just swallow the pill.

It's the power of suggestion.

- Is this received wisdom
from your magical mystery tour? - Yes.

Courtesy of... the shrooms,

something else,
something to trump all hatred...

Mother Love.

Whoa.

I refuse to believe
that mothers are having babies

just to be martyrs.

I want to believe

that mothers have
a greater purpose

- for all of us.
- I agree.

A child is not a tool
to spread hatred.

But where does
the hatred end, though?

Maybe it ends
where it began,

by finding
a common language again.

Maybe that's God's will.

How can we really know?

He's absent from the stage.

Well...

maybe it's beyond words.

Maybe we should do like
the prophets and...

open our hearts

and truly listen.

What?

What?

Did you hear that?

♪ we're bleeding out ♪

♪ I belong with you,
you belong with me ♪

♪ you're my sweetheart ♪

♪ I belong with you,
you belong with me ♪

- ♪ you're my sweet... ♪
- ♪ ho! ♪

♪ hey! ♪

♪ ho! ♪