All language subtitles for The X-Files s01e18

Hurry and get him out of there!

I need two men on
the left side now!

Wait a second.

Where are you going with him?

He's dead.

Well, there's a woman
over there who isn't

and she needs some oxygen.

Sir, stay back!

Get on the horn.

Let 'em know we can
release the hook and ladder

in five minutes.

I want you to rise!

Rise up and heal!

What the hell are you doing?

Boy's laying on hands.

Rise up and accept the miracle

- he's given you.
- Amen. Hallelujah.

You don't understand.
The man's dead.

Then the boy can't possibly
do any harm, now, can he?

For this

is the power of belief...

the power to separate
the light from the darkness

to create life from death.

Amen.

All right, everyone!
Show's over!

Let's clear the area!

Start getting that one

into the back of the truck!

Hallelujah, son.

Hallelujah.

Oh, hallelujah!

Oh, yes!

Hallelujah.

Yes, indeed, and praise God!

Yes!

Yes! Yes!

I want everybody
to say hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Praise the Lord!

The woman on the table

has a malignant tumor
on her spine.

This boy here
is going to attempt

to heal her by simply laying
his hands on her.

- Where did you get this?
- It came in

from the regional office
in Tennessee.

The preacher's name is...

Reverend Calvin Hartley.

You've heard of him.

The boy
is his adopted son, Samuel.

He claims to have found him
as an infant

lying in the tall weeds

on the banks
of the muddy Mississippi.

Did you know that he also claims

the boy brought
a man back from the dead?

It's more than a claim.

The man he saved appears
as a regular attraction

in the reverend's tent ministry.

The boy's
been performing miracles

every week
for the past ten years.

Twice on Sunday.

Well, not according
to the Kenwood County Sheriff.

Local authorities think

that Reverend Hartley
and his son are a scam.

They've been trying
to shut them down

for some time now,
but without any luck,

so they've turned to the FBI
to try and get a prosecution.

- For what? Fraud?
- No.

Murder.

Watch the tape.

Lucy Kelly has the cancer.

Her doctors say
it is inoperable.

They say it is incurable.

But I say to you

that what the doctors
cannot cure,

the Lord can.

Amen!

Yes, indeed. Praise God.

Because God...

can work... miracles.

The clear light
of God's healing love...

is flowing...

through Samuel's healing hands.

20 minutes later, Lucy Kelly
was rushed to the hospital.

She was pronounced dead
on arrival.

What was the cause death?

I don't know,
but it wasn't cancer.

They've requested someone
with a medical background

to assist local police
in the investigation.

I know this isn't an X File...

When do we leave for Tennessee?

I think I saw some of these
same people at Woodstock.

Mulder, you weren't
at Woodstock.

I saw the movie.

You all right by yourself?

I'll be fine.

I won't be long.

Most of you here today,
I know as neighbors

and as cherished members
of our Miracle Ministry.

But, uh, some of you have come
from far away...

as far away

as Pensacola, Florida...

And Uniondale, Long Island!

Wayne Ashtown and his family.

And it is especially
to those of you

who come from so far

that I must apologize
from the bottom of my heart...

because, unfortunately,

Samuel cannot be here
this afternoon.

I know... I know how very
deeply disappointed

each and every one of you
must be feeling right now,

but I say unto you,
do not be dismayed.

Do not despair!

Do not lose your hope...

because in two short days,
Samuel will be back here

at our very special
Miracle Mission!

Yes, indeed, praise God.
He will be back here...

Maybe we should head backstage

and see what the reverend
has to say.

No, wait, wait. This is the part
where they bring out Elvis.

...on the faithful,
because as these

blessed people up here
are about to testify,

Samuel can heal you.

Yes, Samuel will heal you.

But...

only if you believe.

God bless you!

Reverend Hartley,
we're with the FBI.

I see Sheriff Daniels
has sent in the cavalry.

We just want to talk to Samuel

for a couple of minutes.

- That's all.
- He's not here.

Well, where is he?

I don't know.

I haven't seen him.

The boy's been
a bit troubled lately.

We're running late, Reverend.

If you'll excuse me.

Agent Mulder?

Yeah.

Sheriff Daniels.

- We spoke on the phone.
- Oh, yeah.

This is Special Agent
Dana Scully.

Right.

You requested a copy of
the coroner's report.

Right. Thank you.

I see you folks got a chance

to take in the
holy roller sideshow.

Something tells me
you're not a member

of the Reverend Hartley's flock.

Well, I remember Hartley

when he was a soapbox preacher

collecting dollar bills
in coffee cans.

Since the boy joined the act,

he's got himself a Cadillac
for every day of the week,

bought for with money
that should be used

to improve our roads
and schools.

People want to
believe, you know.

99% of the people
in this world are fools,

and the rest of us are
in great danger of contagion.

Even if Hartley and
Samuel are fakes,

it's still a long way

from accusing the boy of murder.

I got witnesses that say
the boy was there

laying hands on those people
when they died.

You think that's how
he killed them, with a touch?

I don't claim to know

how or why he did it,

but we've been looking
for the boy since Tuesday

and he does not want
to be found.

There's nothing out of
the ordinary about these reports

except that there were
no autopsies performed.

Hartley managed to block
my autopsy request

on religious grounds.

Also doesn't help that
the county coroner

is a dues-paying member
of the Miracle Ministry.

Well, maybe we can arrange

to have the bodies exhumed.

Sheriff...

It's Reverend Hartley's group.

Damn.

I told my people to keep quiet
so this wouldn't happen.

Looks like you might
have a few believers

on the payroll.

On behalf
of the Miracle Ministry,

we demand that you stop
this sacrilege.

You're not just dealing
with me anymore, Vance.

You're dealing with the FBI.

We don't mean you
any disrespect.

We're investigating
a possible homicide.

And federal law requires
that we do

a postmortem examination
on these bodies.

Well, I'm afraid we answer
to an even higher authority

than the U.S. government...
one that considers grave digging

and defiling corpses
mortal sins.

We'll get that autopsy, Vance.

Sooner or later,
you know we will.

The deceased's family

does not want
her grave disturbed.

Carol Wallace had no family.

We were her family.

We were her family

and it was hard enough
to bury her once.

So if you insist
on going through with this,

we're prepared
to maintain a vigil

and do whatever it takes
to stop you.

Mulder,

Scully...

What?

One of my men just spotted
the boy car's downtown.

Can't do much here anyway.

Let's go.

Check the side door, okay?

Not a very likely place
to be saving souls.

Where's the boy, Zook?

He's in the can.

What happened here?

Damn fool started a fight.

Figures them Bible thumpers

wouldn't know
how to hold their liquor.

Where you been, Samuel?

We've been looking for you.

Yeah?

I've been thinking.

Well, you're going to
have plenty of time

for that now, son.

I'm putting you under arrest.

For murder?

For suspicion of murder.

Mind if I finish my beer first?

Well, you go right on ahead.

I'm going to have somebody
take a statement from you.

I'll see what I can do about
getting your Caddy towed.

Hey, Sheriff.

What evidence do you have

to charge the boy with murder?

Well, what more do you want?

The boy's practically
giving himself up.

Look at him, though.
He's drunk.

Well, then I'll add
drunk and disorderly.

Let's get this straight.

It's not a question
about the boy's guilt,

just how he did it.

Let me have a minute with him.

Suit yourself.

Samuel, I'm Agent Mulder.

This is Agent Scully.

We're from the FBI.

Looks like you took
quite a beating there.

Penance, Mr. Mulder.

Some might call it a
plain old bar brawl.

You know what they say...

"he giveth and he taketh away."

Man gets too proud,

sometimes it does him good

to get the crap
kicked out of him.

Saves God the trouble.

The trouble of what?

Humbling the guilty sinner.

Guilty of murder?

Yes, sir.

How did you do it, Samuel?

Apparently,
my pride and my weakness

were an invitation to the devil.

I muddied the river
of my own faith.

Now my gift has been corrupted.

So you're saying that you killed
those people with a touch?

I've laid my hands on the ill,
given them health.

I've healed the sick.

I've even touched the dying
and given them life.

God has given me a special gift.

Did he buy you
all that jewelry, too?

I think there's something
missing in your story, Samuel.

You doubt
the power of God, ma'am?

No, but I doubt
the veracity of your claims.

I have looked on the infirm
and seen their sickness...

their cancer.

Just as I can see the pain

on this man right here.

Really?

What pain is that?

The pain you have...

regarding a brother

or a sister.

It's an old pain.

It's never been healed.

Is this some kind of a trick?

No trick, ma'am.

I think we should
get the sheriff.

I want to hear more
about this pain.

Tell me.

I could see it, plain as day.

It was a sister.

You lost a sister quite young.

Someone took her away.

What else do you see?

Strangers...

a bright light.

Sheriff...

You should have
come here earlier.

Chance I could have
healed your pain.

All right,
let's get this over with.

Hey, I need another minute
with him.

I can't help you, not anymore.

My gift is gone.

Cuff him.

All right, let's go.

You have the right
to remain silent.

I'll tell you, Mr. Mulder...

God watches over his flock.

He gives us signs every day.

Open your heart.

He might just open your eyes.

How do you think he does it?

I don't know.

Given his exemplary record

and the highly
circumstantial nature

of this case,

I ask that my client be released

on his own recognizance

without bail...

Judge, that is not a good idea.

Samuel!

Let me go, and it will be

- on your head.
- Enough.

This is not a pulpit.

This is a court of law.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

Sorry.

Your Honor,
despite the defendant's

avowed guilt,

we see no reason
to burden the county

with his maintenance
until trial.

But we do request
a minimum bail of $100,000.

All right, if there
are no objections,

bail is set at $100,000

to be deposited directly
into the clerk's

probation account.

My God!

What is...

Good God!

By God!

God, what is it?!

What is this?

What...

Oh, God!

How much more

will it take for you to believe?

The Lord has testified
against me.

Does the serpent
have to bite y'all

on the ass till you understand?

Everybody, clear this courtroom!

"And when it was morning,

"the east wind
brought the locusts

"and the locusts covered
the face of the whole earth

"so that the land was darkened.

And they did eat every herb
of the land..."

Come on, Mulder.

"...and all the fruit of the trees
which the hail had left..."

A few thousand grasshoppers
does not constitute a plague.

Besides which,
we're in farm country.

And this area
is an agricultural smorgasbord

for this type of infestation.

Yeah, maybe in a cornfield.

But this happened
in a courtroom.

So what's next?

The slaying of the firstborn?

Mulder, does this
have something to do

with what Samuel said
in the bar last night

about your sister?

I had these patient cases
sent over

from Kenwood County Hospital.

These are physician-
documented cases

of patients who went to Samuel

after conventional treatments
failed.

"Spontaneous remission
of metastatic cancer...

regenerated nerve growth
after post-trauma paraplegia..."

I have encountered dozens

of psychic healers in the
X Files, but none like this.

I think the kid's for real.

Mulder, I admit
this is intriguing,

but there's a whole library
of medical literature

dealing with unexplained
spontaneous cures.

Now, Western medicine
treats the human body

in biochemical terms, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- But the body could also

be treated
as an electromagnetic system.

So your theory is that if Samuel

can repair this energy field
in order to heal,

he can also destroy it
in order to kill.

- Why not?
- Okay.

Say that Samuel's touch
can kill.

Why would he want to?

Well, you heard him, Scully.

He muddied the river
of his own faith.

That means he's...

If you're available,

Reverend would like to see you.

I've been under a great deal
of stress lately,

which I know doesn't excuse
my rude behavior yesterday,

but I hope somehow you found it
in your hearts to forgive me.

Why did you want
to speak with us?

I need your help.

Samuel is being tried
for murder.

I think what you need
is a good lawyer.

Samuel is innocent.

How can you be sure of that?

Because he's my son.

Somehow I don't think

that argument
will work on a jury.

And Samuel's confession
won't help much, either.

You have to understand...

Samuel is a very complicated
young man.

He feels things
like no one else.

To him, a pinprick
becomes a gaping wound.

His power comes

from this ability to feel.

But, you see,
some people fear that power.

And out of their weakness
and their fear,

they seek to destroy it.

You mean Sheriff Daniels.

I mean, it's no secret

Sheriff Daniels
has been trying to shut me down

since I first opened
my tent ten years ago.

Well, he seems to think that
your ministry is a fraud.

He's a faithless
man, Agent Scully.

His wife, she suffers
from a most painful arthritis.

Her fingers twisted
like bitter roots.

Yet he keeps Samuel
from ministering to her.

In light of recent events,
you can't blame him.

I don't know
how those poor people died.

I can't explain that.

Which is why I'm asking you
to be there tonight

so you could see for yourselves

Samuel doing God's work.

Can I count on
you both to be there?

I think so.

Mulder, what do you think?

Excuse me.

Hey, where'd she go?

Who?

The little girl.

There's no little girl
around here.

Mulder...

What is it?

It's a girl.

Who, Jessica Hahn?

A little girl.

Well, brothers and sisters,
help yourselves.

Let the folks with
the wheelchairs through now.

That's right. Don't be shy.

Hello there.

Welcome to the Miracle Ministry.

Y'all come
to see Samuel tonight?

Yes.

Is he going to be here?
The papers said...

Oh, well, now, don't mind
what you read in the papers.

God's work will be done.

Young Samuel is here
to cast out the devil

and heal the sick.

Did you hear that, honey?

Will he be able to see me?

Well, I'll tell you what...

I'm going to put in
a special word, hmm?

What's your name, darling?

- Margaret Hohman.
- Margaret?

Well, Margaret,
you wait right here.

I'm going to see if
I can't get somebody

to put you in the front row.
How'd that be?

Huh?

I can't go out there.

Not after what's happened.

God tests the faith
in us all, son.

And because he's chosen
you to act in his likeness,

he's given you the
toughest test of all.

Do not forsake
your gift, Samuel.

Aw, man.

I'm a preacher, son.

That's my gift.

But all the preaching
in the world

could never equal
even a small miracle

in consolidating
the faith and hope

of these people.

Let this man...
whose life you saved...

give witness tonight
to the grace and goodness

of your healing power.

They're all waiting on you,
Samuel.

Get ready for the
Reverend Calvin Hartley!

Yes, indeedy!

Praise God!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord!

God is here tonight.

Oh, yes.

Pass it down, please.

I feel his presence.
Oh, amen!

Apparently miracles
don't come cheap.

God is here,

and he...

is here...

to heal!

Yes, heal!

Hallelujah.

There's a man

I'd like to introduce to you...

a man who has seen
the face of God

but who was not satisfied to go
to that great place. Oh, no.

No, God had work for him to do
right here on earth.

As it is in Heaven, mm-hmm.

I saw this man come back

from beyond death's door.

He stands here today
as a living testament

to the ability of God

to work miracles.

Ladies and gentlemen,

brothers and sisters...

our beloved friend,
Leonard Vance.

As it says in John,

chapter three...

"No man can do these miracles
unless God be with him."

That man to whom I owe my life

is Samuel Hartley.

And he is here tonight
to heal you.

Thank you, Leonard.

Ladies and gentlemen...

God's solider, Samuel Hartley.

Mulder!

Receive God's love.

Feel the power of God.

Pray with me.

Close your eyes.

What have you done, boy?

All right, everyone,
remain calm.

Give the young woman
some room here.

Everybody, praise God.

Say hallelujah, now!

Somebody, get an ambulance!

It's all right!

Don't panic, now.
Just praise the Lord!

She's dead.

Loving friends,

children of God,

brothers and sisters,

if you desecrate the body,

then you slay the soul.

Let's keep
this poor woman's body intact.

We know that Reverend Hartley's

been pressuring you,

but this is the
third death linked

with the Miracle Ministry.

Reverend Hartley says

an autopsy is against Scripture.

What illness did your daughter
suffer from, Mr. Hohman?

She had M.S.

And has she ever had
a seizure before this?

Not to my knowledge.

You see, I think
that the seizure she had

is indicative of some kind
of embolism or aneurysm.

But the boy only touched
her forehead.

And are you going to be content

to bury her without knowing
the true cause of death?

Without knowing
if there was foul play involved?

Give me a moment.

You think the boy really did it?

No.

Why not?

I was raised a Catholic

and I have a certain familiarity
with the Scripture

and God never lets
the devil steal the show.

You must have really liked
The Exorcist.

One of my favorite movies.

Well...

So who were you pursuing
in the crowd tonight?

I thought I saw someone I knew.

That boy really has you going,
doesn't he?

Why do you say that?

In the bar,
Samuel mentioned your sister.

Is it your sister
you keep thinking you're seeing?

I've seen her twice now.

Maybe you just want to see her.

I'm not delusional, Scully.

Mulder, don't discount
the power of suggestion.

A healer's greatest magic

lies in the patient's
willingness to believe.

Imagine a miracle
and you're halfway there.

We learned that in med school.

You think this is
what Margaret Hohman

or her parents were imagining?

We're going to go along
with your investigation.

It's 11:21 p.m., March 7.

Subject's name is
Margaret Hohman.

Female, Caucasian,

107 pounds.

Mulder, take a look at this.

Do I have to?

Lesions on the lungs here.

I'm finding them

throughout the cardiovascular

and pulmonary systems.

There's also a lot of damage
to the mucous membranes.

I think that she must have died
from cellular hypoxia...

a lack of oxygen to the cells.

What would cause that?

My guess? Ingestion
or injection

of sodium or potassium
cyanide, maybe arsenic.

I won't know exactly

until I run a toxicology
screen on her.

How soon?

Labs won't be open till morning.

See who you can push
to get it done...

as soon as possible.

Samuel, it's Agent Mulder.

Yeah? What do you want?

I want to talk with you.

If you'd prefer your
attorney were present...

Whatever. No.

I put a call in to
Sheriff Daniels.

He's on his way down here.

I'm going to ask him
to release you.

Why are you doing this?

You were there, man.

You saw for yourself.

Did you poison Margaret Hohman?

Did I poison her?

Did you poison her

using potassium
or sodium cyanide?

Because that's what killed her.

What are you talking about?

You're innocent, Samuel.

Unless you had a hand
in administering it,

and I don't think you did.

Whatever the cause, Mr. Mulder,
I am responsible.

Well, the evidence

will be presented
at your arraignment tomorrow.

Habeas corpus law
will force them to release you,

so you might as well go home
and get some rest anyway.

Just leave me alone, okay?

Look, Samuel, if you think that
the punishment for your sins

is the deaths of those people...

The Lord has testified
against me, Mr. Mulder.

I can't stand here and argue
with your Biblical rhetoric,

but I do know that the law
will find you innocent.

You said you could see my pain.

Look at me.

What do you see now?

I see nothing.

I am blind.

I don't believe you.

I've seen her.

It was her, wasn't it?

Your sister?

You made her appear to me,
didn't you?

Look at me.

I am very tired, Mr. Mulder.

Is she alive?!

Is that what I'm supposed
to believe

or is this a trick?

You mean...

a trick of the devil?

Jailer!

I see I'm a little late
for this ball.

Called you down here
to ask you to release the boy.

- On what pretense?
- His innocence.

Aren't you a little out of
your depth here, Agent Mulder?

This may be Hicksville to you,

but we do try and hew
to the legal system.

I don't want to pick a fight.

He seems determined
to stay here anyway.

What does that tell you?

It tells me you're determined
to have him charged

while your real homicide suspect
is still at large.

I got some company for you, Sam.

What are you looking at?

I'll get it.

I'll get it.

Ma'am.

Sheriff.

Hey, Dennis.

How are you?

Just fine, ma'am, just fine.

Except we had an incident
down at the jail.

What incident
would that be, Tyson?

The preacher boy.

He's dead.

He was alone in his cell

when Mulder left him
this morning.

How could this have happened?

The boy started a fight

with a couple of rowdies
we picked up on a DUI.

Took some pretty mean
blows to the head.

Died before
the ambulance got here.

His blood is spilled

and it's all over you!

Reverend...

How much longer

are you going to hide
behind that badge

before the truth is revealed?

I have work to do.

Reverend Hartley...

We're sorry for your loss.

That boy...
he was blessed.

He never hurt a soul.

Come on there, Reverend.

Our friends will be
finding out about Samuel

sooner than later, and, well...

it's probably best
if they hear from you.

Come on.

Ma'am.

You got that look on
your face, Mulder.

What look is that?

The kind when you've
forgotten your keys

and you're trying to figure out

how to get back in the house.

What exactly
are we trying to find?

Clues.

Oh.

What does it mean?

Let's find out.

Scully.

It's potato.

Someone left a trail of food

in the ventilation system
leading to the courtroom.

You dump your locusts in here...

instant plague.

Well, where did
they all come from?

Biological supply houses
usually hatch them

on order to farms
and universities.

Shouldn't be too hard
to find out who set this up.

And you think whoever did this

is responsible for the murders.

You're dead.

They killed you.

I was dead...

but here I am.

No!

Why did you betray me?

You murdered those people.

They came to me to be healed

and you murdered them.

Why?

After I gave you back your life.

You call this life?!

What in tarnation do you want?

We have a warrant for the
arrest of Leonard Vance.

Where is he?

You must be mistaken.

I'm afraid not, Reverend.

We traced
a pesticide order to him

from a chemical company
in Knoxville.

Cyanogen bromide...
it's a cyanide derivative.

Leonard poisoned those people?

Get your clothes on, Vance.

You're under arrest.

I betrayed him.

Cyanide.

There's no way to tell
how much he's ingested.

I'll call an ambulance.

It's too late.
We have to

get him to the
hospital ourselves.

I thought,
"Why didn't he let me die?"

Beware of false prophets

who come to you
in sheep's clothing

but inwardly are...
are ravening wolves.

That's what I thought he was

because who else
would bring me back

looking like this?

He was here.

Who?

Samuel.

The man's delirious.

He was here, Reverend.

Right in this room...

and he forgave me.

Rather than simply
killing Samuel,

Vance contrived to kill
the ministry's faith in him.

We have conclusive evidence

connecting him both
to the courtroom infestation

and to the poisoning deaths

of three members
of the ministry.

Vance's obsession
outlived Samuel, however.

His conscience haunted him
until he became delusory

and finally took his own life,

effectively ending
our investigation.

In light of this information,
it is highly doubtful

that there have ever been
any miracles

in Kenwood, Tennessee.

Mulder.

Scully.

Sheriff Daniels just called.

Samuel's body is missing
from the morgue.

Any witnesses?

One, so far.

The night nurse who
made the report...

Beatrice Salinger.

She saw somebody take the body?

Not actually.

What do you mean,
"not actually"?

Talk sense, Deputy.

She didn't exactly see
anyone taking the body.

Well, what, then?

She, uh...

she claims she saw Samuel
walking out by himself.

Sounds crazy, I know,
but that's what she told me.

You coming, Sheriff?

I was drinking my coffee

and going over the night orders

for my ward, seven south,

when he walked right by me.

His face was all black and blue.

And you're sure it was him?

Well, at first I thought
my eyes were playing tricks,

which happens a lot
on graveyard,

so I got up to look again,

but I lost him around a corner.

He just vanished.

Then I went to check the morgue,

and his body was gone.

I don't believe this.
This is insane.

I'm not going to listen
to any more

of this woman's crazy talk.

I'm not the only one
who saw him, Sheriff,

so I know I'm not crazy.

Other people saw him, too.

I'm not crazy.

It was Samuel.

This isn't true, Maurice.

Is it?

The boy was an awful fake

just like you said,
wasn't he, Maurice?

Wasn't he, Maurice?

Sir...

going to have to ask you

to come with me.

District attorney

wants to ask you some questions

concerning the boy's death.

Sundays will probably
never be the same again

in these parts.

I have a strong sense
the Reverend Hartley

is not going to be able
to give up the pulpit.

Even without his son?

Might even strengthen his faith.

Remember, the boy did rise
from the dead.

That kind of thing happens
only once or twice

every 2,000 years or so.

Yeah, and I have a story
about a plague of locusts.

I just hope Reverend Hartley

didn't arrange
his body snatching

as his miracle of miracles.

Somehow, I don't think so.

What exactly do you think?

I think people
are looking hard for miracles.

So hard that maybe
they make themselves see

what they want to see.

You coming, Mulder?