All language subtitles for The X-Files s01e10

We got a fire
off County Road D-7

two miles west of
the Canyon Ridge intersection.

Suggest we dispatch
fire crews. Over.

This is Deputy Wright.

Do you copy?

Son of a...

Sir?

Sorry to disturb you, sir,

but we've picked up
an unidentified bogey.

I think you should see
the replay for yourself.

It tripped the fence at 2317,

off the coast of
Connecticut, sir.

Initial trajectory was
north by northwest.

Then it started going crazy.

What about other aircraft
in the area, or missile testing?

Sir, no known aircraft
can maneuver like this.

Well, whatever it was,

it dropped off the screen
at 2418, sir.

Hit ground just west
of Lake Michigan,

outside Townsend, Wisconsin.

The tracking and
impact prediction team

calculated impact at over
800 miles per hour.

I've instructed Chief Koretz

to start her report right away.

- Use these radar tapes to support...
- Negative.

What she tracked

was a meteor...
its aberrant movement

was obviously due
to instrument malfunction.

But, sir...

Your report
will reflect these facts.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Code Indigo Delta Echo Niner.

I have a confirmed Fallen Angel
in Sector 87.

Mobilize Operation Falcon
immediately.

Hello?

They will have no comment

until the government
investigation, now underway,

is completed.

Government officials
remain vague

about the toxic cargo that has
caused the immediate evacuation

of Townsend, Wisconsin's
12,000 residents.

Speculation here has centered on
a shipment of toxic waste...

Then what happened out there,
if it wasn't a train wreck?

Mr. Mulder, the continental
United States is surrounded

by an electronic fence
that reaches 15,000 miles

into space.

We use it to track and monitor

the 7,087 man-made objects
that orbit the Earth.

Last night, at 2317,
that fence was breached.

This morning, at 0100,

Operation Falcon
went into effect,

led by Colonel Calvin Henderson

the Air Force's
reclamations expert.

Reclamations?

During the Cold War, his job

was to prevent technologies
from downed U.S. aircraft

from getting into Soviet hands.

He's part of
a crash retrieval unit.

Mm.

Quick response.

I'd say you have...

24 hours

before the entire area
is sanitized.

After that, it would be
like nothing ever happened.

- Thank you, sir!
- Thank you.

Let's get 'er going!
Let's go, let's go!

All right, let's move out!

The second roadblock needs to be
in place and operational!

All right!
I'll get right on it, sir!

All right, clear the road!

Got another one coming in!

Carter!

You're late, Lieutenant.

It's gonna be dark
in a half hour.

We had a flat outside
the perimeter, sir.

There's a general
briefing at 2200 hours.

We first go to headquarters
for live rounds.

Live rounds, sir?

You got a problem with that?

No, sir! We were told
this was just a drill.

They told you wrong.

Sir.

Okay, everyone out!

Come on, people, light a fire!

Prepare your targets, Lincoln.

You just made the worst mistake

of your life, Agent Mulder.

I think you knocked out
a filling.

I'll see to it
that you pay the price

for putting my men at risk.

Since when does taking pictures
put anyone's life at risk?

You violated
a U.S. Government quarantine

and that's a Federal crime.

That's a quarantine?

Is that what you call this?

We're trying to contain
an ecological disaster.

That's a lot of firepower
just to protect Mother Nature.

I have my orders

and the license to execute them
as I see fit.

I suggest
you forget what you saw

or what you think you saw...

for your own well-being.

You've got a downed craft
in those woods, sir,

and troops carrying live rounds.

We both know what's out there!

Come on, move it.

That's right, buddy, get going.

Get in there.

You MUFON or CUFOS?

Do you mind if I sit down?

Uh, let me guess.

You're with that new group,
CSICOP, right?

Um, say no more.
You're a cautious man.

Trust no one... very wise.

After what happened to JFK,
I understand completely.

Oh, let me introduce myself.

My name is Max Fenig.

I'm with the National
Investigative Committee

of Aerial Phenomenon.

NICAP.

Uh, pleased... pleased to

make your acquaintance.

I, uh, wish we could
shake on it, you know.

Firm grip,
look right in the eye...

you learn a lot
about a guy that way.

Can I, um...

Can I ask you a question?

Go ahead.

Did you see anything?

Did you get close?

Me, I saw nothing.

I didn't see anything!

Nada, zip.

A hundred yards
past the roadblock

they nailed me.

Have no idea how they did it.

I'm telling you,

it's like the Roswell cover-up
all over again.

What makes you so sure
there's something out there?

Same thing
that makes you so sure?

I didn't order room service.

This isn't funny, Mulder.

Did you meet Max?

Who?

Max from NICAP.

Oh.
They must have released him.

Another intrepid soul
in search of a close encounter.

Is that what this is about?

What else?

Try explaining that
to Section Chief McGrath.

He stepped over Blevins,
ordering a full inquiry

with a recommendation...

Mulder, he wants to shut down
the X Files

and he wants you
out of the Bureau.

What else is new?

I don't understand you, Mulder...

why you're always
defying protocol,

ignoring jurisdiction.

Because I know
what I saw, Scully.

There weren't train tracks
anywhere near that site,

so how could it have been
a derailed container?

Because it wasn't.

What you saw
was not a toxic spill.

But it wasn't a UFO, either.

Okay, I'm all ears.
What was it?

It was a downed Libyan jet
with a nuclear warhead.

Over U.S. airspace?

They've been picking up
low-grade levels of radiation

indicating
that the plutonium casing

may have cracked.

So to avoid mass panic...

You really believe that story?

That story happens to be
highly classified.

A highly classified lie.

They're searching
for someone, Scully.

If they're searching for anyone,
it's probably the pilot.

Oh, you think they'd roll out
all this material

for one Libyan fighter jock?

Besides, no human pilot

walked away from
the wreckage I saw.

Well, maybe he ejected.

Maybe.

You can't be serious.

As long as we're here

in beautiful downtown
Townsend, why not?

Mulder, the hearing is
tomorrow morning at 10:00.

That gives us 24 hours
to investigate.

My assignment
is to bring you back...

not to help you
dig yourself in deeper.

The Last Detail,
starring Dana Scully.

What's going on?

Looks like housekeeping
hasn't been here yet.

Who would...?

Shh.

Max?

Get your hands up!

Whoa, whoa, don't shoot!
Don't shoot!

Max?

My apologies.

Forgive me, please.

I'm a curious man.

I had to know.

Know what?

If it was really you.

But you don't know me.

Last night was the first time
we laid eyes on each other.

Not true... we at NICAP

have been following
your career really closely

ever since you became
involved with X Files.

Following my career? How?

The Freedom of Information Act.

Your travel expenses are
a matter of public record.

So this must be
the enigmatic Agent Scully.

How did you recognize me?

Well, I, uh, I saw your picture

in a trade publication once

and of course
I read your article in Omni

about the Gulf Breeze sightings.

I published that
under a pseudonym.

M.F. Luder. I know.

M.F. Luder
is an anagram for F. Mulder.

You really didn't think

that would fool us, did you?

I didn't think anybody
was paying attention.

Somebody is always
paying attention, Mr. Mulder.

Amazing.

Amazing? Hardly.

Hey, you want to see something
amazing, come with me.

Enigmatic Dr. Scully.

This is my, uh...

Right this way.

Excuse the mess.

Okay.

Where's those, uh...

I'm gonna turn this off.

They were right here.

Oh, here they are.

Latest crop circle photos
from Project Argus. Huh?

Your opinion...
fact or fraud?

Fraud.

How do you explain

the anomalous blisters
on the plants?

Well, it's either
some unreported

weathering effect
common to wheat,

or a systematic reaction
by the plant tissue

to being lodged in one position.

I see you've read
the literature.

I try to keep up.

- And what about the ones...
- Max...

you said you had
something to show us.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

The Wolf's Ear 2000.

You ever hear of this?

Yeah. Wolf Industries
supplies the CIA

with all of its
surveillance equipment.

State-of-the-art
search and intercept...

up to 100 channels per second.

Currently, I'm jacked into local
fire and police departments,

cellular phone pathways,

and when the weather's right,

sometimes even
air traffic control

from Whitmarsh Air Force Base.

What have you got, Max?

Mobile unit broadcast
in scan mode...

Townsend Sheriff's Department,
two nights ago.

We got a fire
off County Road D-7,

two miles west of the
Canyon Ridge intersection.

Suggest we dispatch
fire crews. Over.

This is Deputy Wright.

Do you copy?

And then this, 35 minutes later,

presumably from the fire crew.

Reception got wiggy
for some reason.

This is Unit 53.

Man down. Request medevac!

I said request medevac!

You're breaking up!

Barely... bad... very bad.

Wait a second.

What the hell?

Charlie, we got
a situation here!

We put up a tight net.

Yes, sir, every inch
of ground is being covered

dug up, squeezed, and sifted.

No, sir. It will not get away.

Not this time.

Mrs. Wright?

Hi, I'm Fox Mulder,
this is Dana Scully.

We're from the FBI.

We'd like to ask you a few
questions about your husband.

He's dead.

What else is there to know?

I'm sorry about your husband.

Oh, please.

Mrs. Wright, we
want to help you.

Then leave me alone.

Why won't you let us help you?

I don't know anything.

Don't you understand?

They won't even release the body

so I can give him
a proper burial, okay?

The government can't do that.

I'm sure if we appealed to...

No!

You can't.

You're entitled to the truth.

I can't afford the truth.

They said, if I spoke to anyone,

they would withhold
my husband's pension,

and I have a child
to take care of.

Picking up an extremely
high frequency signal...

200,000 megahertz.

Sir, target
on the northeast side.

Foot speed...

seven miles per hour, sir.

Beta team...

Copy.

Target entering your section
from the southwest.

Search and destroy.

Repeat... search and destroy.

Yes, sir.

Jackson?

Nothing.

Must have been an animal.

I'm sorry, but unless
you have a subpoena,

I can't discuss
patient information.

Does that mean that
Jason Wright was your patient?

It means I have nothing
more to say about this.

What about to his wife
and child, Doctor?

Would you have anything
to say to them?

Because whoever got to you
also got to her.

They must have made
some pretty big threats.

What'd they hold
over your head...

your medical license, the IRS?

I hate fascists.

Excuse me?

The men who came in here...

the way
they pushed us all around.

Dr. Oppenheim, tell
us about the deputy.

You saw him that night,
didn't you?

Yes, and three others
from a fire crew.

They were all DOA with
fifth- and sixth-degree burns

over 90% of their bodies,

but they weren't like
any burns I've ever seen,

and they took the bodies away

before we could perform
any pathology.

Did you note
any cadaveric heat rigor

or heat stiffening?

Yes, actually, there was quite
a bit of flexion in the limbs.

How do you know
so much about it?

I did my residency
in forensic medicine, so...

Dr. Oppenheim, in your opinion,

could those burns have been
caused by ionizing radiation?

Well, I hadn't thought.

I suppose it's possible

if the exposure
was sufficiently intense.

Code five.
All available teams...

Let's say those men died
from radiation exposure.

Couldn't it have been
from the cracked core

of a nuclear warhead?

I've read about
these kinds of burns, Scully.

Yeah, so have I... in
Hiroshima at ground zero.

I'm talking about
close encounter mortalities.

I have a stack of X Files
reporting the same results.

Mulder, I don't claim
to know all the answers,

but if we don't make the OPR
inquest by tomorrow morning,

there may not be
any more X Files.

Come on, man, hold on, hold on.

Start an I.V. here, stat.

Tell us what happened out there.

Whatever happened, Mulder,
it has nothing to do with you.

Wrong, Colonel.

We both want the same thing,
only you want it dead.

Can't you see that by chasing
it down like an animal,

you leave it no choice
but to defend itself?

How many more people have to die

before you rethink
your approach?

Listen to me

'cause I'm not wasting
another breath on this.

If you and your partner

aren't out of here
in 30 seconds...

Agent Scully stays right here.

We're undermanned, she's
a medical doctor... she stays.

If that's okay with you.

Of course.

Doctor, if you don't mind,

you just take care of my men
and let me do my work, okay?

Outside this emergency room,
you can do whatever you want,

but in here I call the shots...

assuming, of course,

you want me to take care
of your men.

Get this man out of my sight.

Yes, sir.

Where do I scrub up?

Max.

Hey, Max.

Max.

Hey... Max.

Who are... who are you?

Max, it's me, Fox Mulder.

You okay?

What are you doing here?

You were having
some kind of seizure.

Seizure?

That's impossible.

You were lying on the floor
unconscious, convulsing.

That's odd.

I haven't had an episode
in seven years...

not since I went on medication.

Let's get you to the hospital.

No.

I mean, I mean,
it's not necessary.

You sure?

Yeah, I lived with epilepsy
all my life.

I'm not in any danger.

Yeah, it started in South Dakota

when I was ten.

The doctor said I must have
incurred a head injury.

I don't remember
ever hitting my head.

When you have a seizure,
you have no memory of it?

When I was a kid, I used
to wake up in strange places

with no idea where I was
or how I got there.

Sorry, I... I got to,
I got to go to sleep.

All right.

Rough night, huh?

It was terrible.

We lost all but two

and they're still in
critical condition

on their way to the burn unit

at Johns Hopkins.

So, what do you think, Scully?

What's going on out there?

I don't know, and under
other circumstances

I would like to find out,

but we have a plane to
catch in just over an hour.

I want you to take a
look at something first.

What?

Max.

There's an unusual incision
behind his left ear.

I've seen this incision
twice before.

Two women...
a thousand miles apart,

no way of knowing each other,
no relation.

Both claim to have been
abducted by aliens.

Are you saying Max Fenig
is an abductee?

Mulder,

the man is taking
powerful antipsychotic drugs.

I saw them in his RV.

They're for his epilepsy.

Not all of them.

Dilantin is an anticonvulsant,

but Mellaril is used exclusively
to treat schizophrenia.

More than likely,
Max is delusional.

You don't seem to
understand, Scully.

Max doesn't believe he
was abducted by aliens.

I believe he was.

Now, could you at least
take a look at the scar

and give me your
medical opinion?

Okay.

You pack.

I'll take a look at Max
on the way to the airport.

Sir, I have flash traffic
at 24-18.

Repeated calls for I.D.
go unanswered,

and it's not in the orbital
or suborbital inventory.

24-18...
isn't that where...?

Same exact spot, sir,

though I am reading
a much larger craft this time.

Meteor, Ms. Koretz.

A much larger meteor, sir.

Hold on a second.

We have a confirm.

Whitmarsh Air Force Base
is tracking.

Where is it?

Well, sir, the meteor
seems to be hovering

over a small town
in Eastern Wisconsin.

Come on, Mulder, let's
get this over with.

Hey, Max.

Max.

Max?

Hey, Max.

Max?

Mulder, look at this.

What is that? Blood?

Falcon Patrol reporting
unidentified trespass.

Repeat: Falcon Patrol reporting

unidentified trespass
at the waterfront... dock seven.

Mulder!

Come on.

Where do you think you're going?

Look, if we go
to the airport right now,

we might make the plane,

which would at least
give you half a chance

of defending yourself.

Think about it, Scully,
Max is a gypsy, a nomad, right?

Yeah, so what?

So he intercepted Deputy
Wright's last call

to his dispatcher,

which means he was here
in Townsend, Wisconsin

the night of the crash.

Of all the places he could
have been, he was right here.

Don't you think
that's more than a coincidence?

If Max was abducted,
that would go a long way

to explaining his obsessions,

and if we figured that out,
you can be sure

that Colonel Henderson has
as well.

Do you have the keys?

Don't do this.

Sir, we've apprehended
the target.

It's just a civilian.

Negative, Falcon Patrol.

Take him with extreme caution.

They're dead.

It hurts. Stop.

Why, why, why, why?

It hurts.

Max?

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

- Stop it. It hurts.
- Max.

It hurts, stop it, it hurts.

It's all right.

Stop it!

It... hurts.

No, no, it's me they...

they're coming for me.

No, I know that...

That's why they're here.
They're coming... for me.

It hurts.

Keep 'em out there.

Go, go, go!

Alpha team, secure the roof.

Hold it right there.

Put your hands up
and come with us.

Alpha team, ready on the roof.

Roger, Alpha.

Delta team, report.

Delta team in position, sir.

What are you doing?

You have a very sick man
in there.

We're not in the hospital
now, Dr. Scully.

Omega team, report.

Omega team in position.

He's a delusional schizophrenic.

Keep her clear.

Sir, this is Alpha team leader.

I'm picking up three forms
inside the structure.

Did you say three forms?

That's affirmative.

Two are proximate,

the third approaching
from 40 meters.

All teams prepare for go
in 30 seconds.

Come on. Come on, Max.

Why... stop. Why...

I'm here to help you.

I'm scared.

I know.

Don't let them take me.

I won't let them take you.

Come on, Max.

Come with me.

No!

Max!

Max!

Max!

Max!

Sir, this is Alpha team leader.

Except for our men,

I'm only picking up
one figure inside.

I do not copy that.

We indicate only one figure

inside the building.

What?

Blow the door.

Where is he?

He's gone.

They got to him first.

They beat us, Colonel.

Arrest him.

And keep looking.

Agent Scully,

to the best of your knowledge,
was Agent Mulder ever assigned

to investigate matters
related to the evacuation

of Townsend, Wisconsin?

No, sir.

At any time,

were you aware of his
submitting a Form 302

requesting said assignment
or travel expenses?

No, sir.

While in Wisconsin,

did Agent Mulder drive
a blue Ford Taurus

registered to
the state car rental agency?

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Agent Scully.

Sir, request permission
to make a statement.

Request denied.

Sir, it's unfair to judge Mulder
by the same criteria...

You're dismissed, Agent Scully.

But, sir, I...

That will be all.

You hear that noise, Scully?

Hammer and nails.

They're building a gallows
in the town square.

Don't worry.

It was only a matter of time.

I'm surprised
I lasted this long.

Good luck.

I'll break a leg.

As well as insubordination
and misconduct.

How do you respond to
these allegations, Agent Mulder?

Over a dozen men
lost their lives,

and you want me to respond
to issues of protocol?

You failed to obtain proper
authorization for your actions.

Because I knew
it wouldn't be forthcoming.

You also violated
a federal quarantine...

A cover-up was underway.

...exposing yourself
and possibly others

to toxic contamination!

Oh, toxic contamination...
are we back in that?

You read my report.

Explain the disappearance
of Max Fenig.

Your report is not the subject
of this inquiry.

I have further evidence
to support my conclusions.

X rays taken while Mr. Fenig
was institutionalized

show an object lodged
in his cerebellum.

That is irrelevant,
Agent Mulder.

The man was abducted.

We all know it,
everybody in this room knows it.

Colonel Henderson's
written testimony states

that Fenig's body
was found two hours later

in a cargo container.

Then what can I say?

How can I disprove lies
that are stamped

with an official seal?

That will be
all, Mr. Mulder.

You can deny
all the things I've seen,

all the things I've discovered,
but not for much longer,

'cause too many others know
what's happening out there,

and no one...
no government agency...

has jurisdiction over the truth.

Why did you countermand
our decision?

Mulder's conduct was
in clear violation

not only of Bureau procedures
but of federal law.

Yes.

I don't understand.

The committee's
case was airtight.

You've ruined the last
best chance we had

to get rid of him.

I appreciate your frustration,

but you and I both know
that Mulder's work...

his, uh... singular passion...

poses a most unique dilemma,

but his occasional
insubordination

is in the end
far less dangerous.

With respect, sir,

less dangerous than what?

Than having him exposed
to the wrong people...

what he knows...

what he thinks he knows.

Always keep your friends
close, Mr. McGrath.

But keep your enemies closer.