All language subtitles for The X-Files s01e17

Oh, man.

This is Southern Crescent
to Red Crescent.

We've got a downed plane
at camp perimeter.

Southern Crescent,
this is Red Crescent.

That's a negative. We have
nothing in the sky at this time.

Well, we got something
down here.

Advise medevac unit
to be on standby.

We're going to check it out.

Roger.

Medevac 1, Medevac 1,
this is Red Crescent...

...downed aircraft
in their area. Over.

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It was, it was cigar-shaped,

red and green lights,
fast as hell.

I seen three of 'em
flying over Chester County.

Right, right,

six troopers were chasing 'em
down 22.

Whoa, I see one now.

It's over the water tower.

I see it, too.

Red and green lights
just like you said.

From the trucker's description,
the shape he fired upon

could conceivably have been
a mountain lion's.

Conceivably.

The National Weather
Service last night reported

atmospheric conditions
in this area which were possibly

conducive to lightning.

Possibly.

It is feasible that the truck

was struck by lightning,

creating the electrical failure.

It's feasible.

And you know there's
a marsh over there.

Those lights the driver saw

may... have been
swamp gas.

Swamp gas?

It's a natural phenomenon

in which phosphine and methane

rising from decaying
organic matter

ignite, creating
globes of blue flame.

Happens to me
when I eat Dodger Dogs.

How can a dozen witnesses,
including a squad

of police vehicles
in three counties,

become hysterical
over swamp gas?

I've investigated
multiple sightings before.

Chesapeake Bay,
the Okoboji Lakes,

Area 51 in Nevada.

None had this much
supporting evidence.

Anecdotal data, exhaust residue,

radiation levels
five times the norm.

Mulder, none of that
evidence is conclusive.

The only question for me is,

why was the truck driver
singled out?

Isn't it more plausible
that an exhausted truck driver

became swept up in the hysteria
and fired upon hallucinations?

I mean, after all,

the road can play tricks on you.

Yeah, it can play tricks on you.

But not like this.

I started these stopwatches
at the same time.

I don't know
why they're holding me.

This "firing a weapon
on a county road" charge

is a lot of horse manure.

I'm a vet and I know how
to handle a gun.

Mr. Ranheim, I'd
appreciate it

if you could elaborate

on the report you
filed last night

regarding your encounter.

It was round...

...like a saucer.

And green and orange lights.

Last night you said
it was cigar-shaped and black.

I didn't ask for this to happen.

All I want is to deliver
my shipment

of auto parts and forget...

Pardon me for asking,

but how long have you
had that cough?

Why?

I'm just concerned.

You said you were a veteran.

What's that got to do with this?

The cough, the fever, the rash.

Those are all symptoms
of Gulf War Syndrome.

I was never in the Gulf War.

Okay. So, how long have you
not been yourself?

Since the thing last night.

Mr. Ranheim,
I'm Police Chief Rivers.

Please forgive the
misunderstanding.

Your truck's been squared away.

You may go.

I'd like to examine the truck.

That won't be necessary.

This man has had
an alleged close encounter.

The truck undoubtedly contains
important trace evidence.

Sir, if I may...

You've gotten all you're
going to get out of this county.

We will no longer cooperate
in your investigation.

Why?

Just... go away.

Not... not here.

It's obvious someone got
to the police chief.

Ranheim was hiding something.

Ranheim was sick.

He only became sick last night.

Excuse me, could I use your pen?

Mm-hmm.

What are you suggesting,

that Gulf War Syndrome
is caused by UFOs?

UFOs are frequently witnessed

by soldiers during wartime.

Thanks.

- Here you go.
- Oh, thank you.

Mulder, the only UFOs
that soldiers are likely to see

are secret military aircraft.

Well, what if that's
what made the soldiers

in Iraq sick... the
exhaust or fuel

of a classified
aircraft or its weapon?

Well, there is a base
in Little Rock.

You think that's what the air
force was flying that night?

They'd deny it, but it could
possibly explain how Ranheim

developed his symptoms.

Possibly.

I want to talk to some people

when we get back to Washington.

Mulder, the military isn't going

to talk about classified info.

No, these guys are like

an extreme government
watchdog group.

They publish a magazine
called The Lone Gunman.

Some of their information
is first-rate...

covert actions,
classified weapons.

Some of their ideas
are downright spooky.

Check it out, Mulder,
I had breakfast

with the guy who shot
John F. Kennedy.

Is that so?

Old dude now, but yeah.

Says he was dressed as a
cop on the grassy knoll.

And, Mulder, listen to this.

Vladimir Zhirinovsky,

the leader of the Russian
Social Democrats...

he's being put into power

by the most heinous and
evil force of the 20th century.

Barney?

The CIA.

Hmm.

Is this your skeptical partner?

She's hot.

You don't believe that the CIA,

threatened by a loss
of power and funding

because of the collapse
of the Cold War,

wouldn't dream of having
the old enemy back?

I think you give the government too much credit.

I mean, the, the government

can't control the
deficit or manage crime.

- Lone Gunman.
- What makes you think

they can plan and execute
such an elaborate conspiracy?

She is hot.

Settle down, Frohike.

We're not talking about
a bunch of idiots up on the Hill

trying to bone
the Capitol pages.

We're talking
about a dark network...

a government within a government
controlling our every move.

- How can they do that?
- How?

I'll show you how.

You got a $20 bill?

Hmm.

I'll check.

Mm-hmm.

Uh-huh.

Hey!

That's just one method.

They use this magnetic strip
to track you.

Whenever you go through a
metal detector at an airport,

they know exactly
how much you're carrying

- and where you're carrying it to.
- Hey, Byers,

it is a federal crime
to deface money.

- The strip is an anti-counterfeiting measure.
- How come it's

on the inside? Other countries
put that strip on the outside.

- What are they hiding?
- O-O-O-Okay, all right.

What do you know
about the Gulf War Syndrome?

Agent Orange of the '90s.

Artillery shells coated
with depleted uranium.

Have you heard
of any classified planes

being flown
during the Persian Gulf War?

Why would you need to expose
a secret plane to an air force

that runs to Iran
whenever you take to the air?

What about UFO activity
during that period?

Yeah.

UFOs caused
the Gulf War Syndrome.

That's a good one.

That's why we like you, Mulder.

Your ideas are
weirder than ours.

Those were the most paranoid
people I have ever met.

I don't know how you could think

that what they say
is even remotely plausible.

I think it's remotely plausible

that someone might think
you're hot.

Did you see the way
they answered the telephone?

They probably think that every
call they get is monitored

and they're followed
everywhere they go.

It's a form
of self-delusion.

It makes them think
that what they're doing

is important enough
that somebody would...

What's the matter?

Hello.

Pitchers and catchers report

for spring training this week.

Yeah, what are we doing here?

Missed your calling,
did you, Mr. Mulder?

Yeah, maybe this year
we can catch a game

at Camden Yards.

Of course we wouldn't be
able to sit together.

That's too bad.

Something tells me
you'd have the connections

to get great seats.

Yeah, any park in the country.

It's just a tourist.

In our line

nothing is just what it seems.

What am I onto?

We go down to investigate
a truck driver's encounter

with a UFO, and the next thing,

we're discovering electronic
surveillance equipment.

Who's listening to us?

Why won't you tell me?

What am I onto?

A dangerous path.

The truck is bogus and so is
the truck driver Ranheim.

First I checked his manifest.

It listed a truck carrying
108 cartons of auto parts,

weighing 3,100 pounds.

Then I checked with three
weigh stations along his route,

and they have it listed
at 5,100 pounds.

There's something in that truck,
Mulder, and it's not auto parts,

and of course nobody
ever reported him.

Furthermore, Ranheim lied to us
about being in the Gulf War.

His real name is Frank Druce...

and I worked hard
to get this one.

He was Special Operations
Black Beret

in Mosul, Northern Iraq.

Also, he didn't get sick

from the encounter
the other night.

He's been to the V.A. hospital
for treatments three times

in the past year.

We had it.

We had it and we let it go.

Four days ago an
Iraqi Air Force pilot

shot down an unidentified
flying object.

The wreckage and
possibly the occupants

were recovered by the army.

Ranheim the truck driver
would be a perfect escort

for the wreckage and/or bodies

out of Iraq to a laboratory
in the United States.

That would explain
why the truck weighs

so much more than listed.

The military has, in the past,

transported dangerous materials
and weapons

in unmarked trucks
across the country.

I'm beginning to sound
like those guys

over at The Lone Gunman, right?

Where did you obtain
this information?

Let's just say it's a source
with a deep background.

I want to know all about him.

All I know is that
he's guided us away from harm.

How do you know that?

We work for the Federal Bureau
of Investigation

and we're being bugged.

What does that tell you?

That tells me
that not everything is

as it appears to be.

Exactly, and for all we know,

this deep background is
the one responsible for the bug.

He's never lied to me.

I won't break that confidence.

I trust him.

Mulder, you're
the only one I trust.

Then, you're going
to have to trust me.

Did you find out
where the truck is now?

Generally.

It's heading west,
towards Colorado.

Okay, we've got to
try to intercept it

and see what's on board.

I'm going to go
pick up a few things.

I'll meet you back at your place

in an hour, okay?

I cut the main breaker.

You risked exposure coming here.

What I have here
is too important.

The photograph in that envelope

was taken by an officer
at Fort Benning, Georgia.

17 UFOs were spotted
in one hour.

Is that where the Iraqi
wreckage is being held?

Are UFOs monitoring the area?

Nice place you have here.

Wait. Wait.

I-I just wanted

to take this opportunity
to thank you.

You've helped my work so much

and you've never asked
for anything in return,

and, and I know
you've put yourself

at great risk to do so.

This is the best photographic
evidence I have ever seen.

When I first saw
the Gulf Breeze photos,

I knew they were a hoax,

but this, this is the
quality of evidence

the government has
amassed for decades

at the highest
classified levels.

That business with the truck

was just a decoy to keep
anyone looking closely

away from Fort Benning,

where they are keeping
the remains of the Iraqi UFO.

We've got to leave for Georgia
immediately, Scully, come on.

Mulder, this photograph
is a fake.

What?

Look.

This soldier's shadow
is allegedly created

by the lights from the UFO,

but it falls in a direction

contradictory to the
craft's position.

There could be an off-camera

light source
creating that shadow.

Now, look closely at the
color of the light

reflected in the windshield.

Now, that reflection should be

from the red lights of the UFO,

but it doesn't match the
color of the ship's lights.

There's probably
a degree of tint

in the windshield, or the
gradation could be attributed

to atmospheric conditions.

Mulder, we should have it
analyzed.

Why don't you just admit it,
Scully?

You're determined not
to believe him.

Well, maybe you're
too determined

to believe him.

I am determined to follow a lead

that may result in the
proof of the existence

of extraterrestrial
biological entities.

I need to go.

- Mulder, listen to me.
- No.

Please, will you just hear me?

I have never met anyone

so passionate and dedicated
to a belief as you.

It's so intense
that sometimes it's blinding.

But there are others

who are watching you,
who know what I know,

and whereas I can respect
and admire your passion,

they will use it against you.

Mulder, the truth is out there,
but so are lies.

Thank you.

I had the photo analyzed
by the Bureau's computers.

Initially it appears
to be legitimate.

The film grain matches
in pattern and density,

color levels, shading.

Then I noticed this.

It's the moon, half full.

I had the reflection
in this window

enlarged by 25.

There's the moon again,

a quarter full,

not to mention the
fact that the window

couldn't even catch
the moon's reflection

from that angle.

You were right,
Scully, it's a fake.

He tried to deceive us.

Now we're alone on this.

There's no one we can trust.

They went to a lot of trouble

to put us on the wrong track.

There's something here

that no one's supposed to find.

Why didn't you leave
for Fort Benning?

The photograph was a fake.

Well, at least you're
not insulting me further

by feigning appalled surprise.

On the contrary, I think
a compliment is in order.

That photo was prepared
by our very best.

- I thought you were my ally.
- Oh, I am.

Yeah, imagine if Eisenhower told
the rest of the Allies

that D-day would take place
in Belgium.

Mr. Mulder, I place my life

in great jeopardy
every time we speak.

I've been a participant in some
of the most insidious lies

and witness to deeds that
no crazed man could imagine.

I spent years watching you

from my, uh, lofty position

to know that you were
the one I could trust.

Then, why did you lie to me?

I needed to divert you.

You and Scully are
excellent investigators,

and your motives are just.

However, there still exist
some secrets

which should remain secret...
truths that people

are just not ready to know.

Who are you
to decide that for me?

The world's reaction
to such knowledge

would be far too dangerous.

Dangerous. You mean
in the sense of outrage,

like the reaction to the
Kennedy assassination or M.I.A.s

or radiation experiments on
terminal patients, Watergate,

Iran-Contra, Roswell,
the Tuskegee experiments.

Where will it end?

Oh, I guess it won't end
as long as...

men like you decide
what is truth.

That transcript you gave
me of the Iraqi pilot...

that was the truth, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Why did you even bother
to show it to me?

Well, I was aware that you were
onto the truck,

so I knew that, down the road,
I would have to steer you away,

that I would have to lie to you,
and a lie, Mr. Mulder,

is most convincingly hidden
between two truths.

Mulder.

If a shark stops swimming,
it will die.

Don't stop swimming.

I'm not responsible
for the electronic surveillance,

but I do know
they can still hear you.

Mulder.

Are you home?

- Scully, hey, I'm glad you dropped by.
- Mulder...

I've been thinking about
this whole situation, you know,

and I think you're right.

I think they won this one, I
think we should just move on.

I think this time
you're right, Mulder.

All right, stick with him.

Hey!

There you are,
Ms. Scully,

your round-trip
ticket to Chicago.

Here's your credit card.

And the plane departs
at Gate 35.

I'd also like a one-way ticket
to Los Angeles

with a stop in Las Vegas, and
for that I'll be paying cash.

Called every weigh station and
bureau office west of Colorado.

Tied up an airphone
for three hours.

I don't speak Japanese,
but I think some businessman

told me to stick a piece of
sushi where the sun don't shine.

My ear's numb from being
on hold for so many hours.

At least we can be sure
they didn't trace our call.

I couldn't find the truck.

Did you have any luck?

Yep, it's heading
northwest on I-90.

We have to get
a couple tickets to Seattle.

Yeah, think about it.

This truck drove across America.

People it passed on the
road probably thought

it was hauling auto
parts or furniture,

you know, livestock, whatever.

Nobody would have suspected

it was hauling a craft
from another world.

Here we go.

Mulder, we've been following
this truck for hours.

Maybe he knows
we're following him

and he's taking
an evasive route.

Well, if that were the case...

You all right?

Yeah.

Come on.

Ranheim!

Ranheim?

Scully.

Oh, my God.

It was an extraterrestrial
biological entity... alive.

Where did it go?

I think we were just witness
to a rescue mission.

God, Mulder, I
can't stop shaking.

What just happened...
does it fit the profile?

Are you asking if it was real?

Did we just have
a close encounter?

No, it was another hoax.

But how could anyone
generate such force?

Whatever they used, we
probably haven't heard of it.

Sound weapons,
stealth helicopters

with an ultrahigh-
intensity light.

It doesn't matter.

There's no evidence
that this was a UFO.

So they created
this elaborate show

just to deflect us again?

I mean, wouldn't it have
been easier for them just...

Just to kill us.

Yeah, I've wondered that myself.

Maybe they're using me
against myself

like you said before.

That I want so badly to
believe, that I'd just accept

the obvious conclusions
and walk away.

Well, now we have
nothing to go on.

No one to turn to.

There's still one player in
all this who hasn't lied to us,

but it's not quite someone
we can turn to.

Levering and Priest Rapids,

east bank of the Columbia River.

Did you send out
a field investigator?

And you can substantiate
the sighting?

Okay, Nick, thanks a lot.

I've contacted
several organizations

that have hotlines
for UFO reports...

Center for UFO Studies
in Chicago,

MUFON, NICAP...

none of them have ever reported
a week of such activity.

It began in Tennessee

where Ranheim was encountered.

The sightings are following

the path of the truck.

And after last night's hoax...

look at this.

Seven sightings in Mattawa,

Washington...
that's 100 miles away.

Aliens?

Looks like they want
their colleague back.

We've driven full circle
through Mattawa twice.

There's nothing here.

What's over there?

We have been waiting.

Welcome to our home.

We are willing to go with you.

Ahh-doo-nay-vah-so-barahgahs.

That's an intergalactic
space greeting.

It means "Hello,
space brothers."

Hello.

What's going on here?

A UFO party.

You've seen UFOs?

Last two nights. They're drawn
to our electric power.

They hover over the
power plant down there.

Everyone, they are here.

This is it.

There's Ranheim.

This place has got to have
the highest level of security.

It's just the kind of
challenge they're looking for.

Who?

Lone Gunman.

It's Mulder.
Turn the tape recorder off.

Okay, it's off.

- Turn it off!
- It's off already.

How would you like to
have on your front page

the first substantiated photo

of an extraterrestrial
biological entity?

No way. An E.B.E.?

What do we have to do?

Just hack me
some identification numbers.

Braidwood and Stefoff.

Personal identification number?

7-5-9-3.

5-3-1-1.

Open the trunk, please.

Park in lot four.

Thanks.

Hey, wait!

Display these at all times.

Proceed.

Langly said he couldn't
gain access to Level 6,

so that's where we...

We have to go back, we have
to get through that door.

We're going to look suspicious
going back.

We have to find other access,
then, come on.

Mulder, they're not going
to let us.

You folks come with me, please.

Yeah, we're lost, we're just
looking for... we're trying to...

Just proceed down the hallway.

Yeah, if you could
just help us...

Mulder, stop.

We're agents with the Federal
Bureau of Investigation.

I'm reaching for my I.D.

We're here conducting

an investigation.

Proceed down the hallway,
please.

This is Level 2 to Level 6.

I have a male and a female who
have identified themselves...

- Mulder!
- Stop!

Hold it!

- He's in the stairs!
- Go, go, go!

Come on, guys.

Aah!

Stay on top of him.

Halt!

I said hold it!

Halt!

Let him go.

Let him go.

You've done well.

You're dismissed.

I know how badly,

how... very badly you want
to look through that window,

but it would be pointless.

It's dead.

After the Roswell incident
in 1947,

even at the brink
of the Cold War,

there was
an ultrasecret conference

attended by the United States,

the Soviet Union, the People's
Republic of China, Britain,

both Germanies, France,

and it was agreed that, should

any extraterrestrial biological
entity survive a crash,

the country that held that being
would be responsible

for its extermination.

I, um... have the distinction
of being one of three men

to have exterminated
such a creature.

I was with the CIA in Vietnam.

A UFO was sighted
for five nights over Hanoi.

The marines shot it down
and brought it to us.

Maybe... it didn't know
what a gun was

or perhaps
they don't show emotion...

but that... innocent
and blank expression

as I pulled the trigger
has haunted me...

until I found you.

That's why I come
to you, Mr. Mulder,

and will continue to come to you
to atone for what I've done,

and maybe sometime,

through you,
the truth will be known.

You're awfully quiet,
Mr. Mulder.

I'm wondering which
lie to believe.