All language subtitles for The X-Files s01e19

I'm not a killer.

And I never meant
to hurt no one.

But I'm tired of my cattle
being butchered

100 miles from the
slaughterhouse.

That's the fourth one
this month alone.

And who or what

do you think was responsible?

Look, mister, that cow
looked like a piece of paper

that'd gone through a shredder.

I don't know of no animal
that could have done that.

Then are you saying that
a person or persons

was responsible for this?

I want to remind you

that Mr. Parker is free
on bond pending trial.

He's willfully speaking with you

solely in regards
to this incident

and not about any other
pending litigation.

So we can't talk about
Mr. Parker's federal court case

against the Trego
Indian Reservation?

That's exactly what I mean.

Now, wait just a damn second.

Jim, don't say a word.

No, this ain't the time
for that lawyer crap.

I want to get this
out in the open.

You people think I went
and killed me an Indian

just because we're
having an argument

about where my land ends
and their land begins?

We want to settle that
peacefully in court.

Well, Joseph Goodensnake is dead

with a wound from your shotgun
to indicate otherwise.

All I'm saying...

it was no kind of
animal that I know of.

But it damn well didn't seem
human, neither, that night.

Take a look at my boy's scars.

It was dark.

We heard a growl.

We went out there
to protect the cattle.

I could have swore I saw...
red eyes and fangs.

I thought my boy Lyle was...

Look, nobody... nobody...

was more shocked and upset
than I was

to find out
it was that young Indian boy,

but if he was the one
that was killing our cattle,

I'm very, very sorry that we had
to find out about it that way,

but as far as I'm concerned,
that's the end of it.

Can we see the corral?

I'll take you out there.

Agent Mulder?

Yeah?

Agent Scully...

I suppose if I were hearing
our side of the story,

it might not hold up too well...

parts I don't understand
myself...

things my father could never try
to explain to a stranger.

What kinds of things?

Well, for the last few months,

whenever we'd go
outside at night

and check on the cattle,

never saw anything
out of the ordinary...

not a mountain lion,
not a coyote,

not even any Tregos,
Agent Scully...

But I can feel it...

something not human...

out there...

watching me.

The air was more still,

the night animals more quiet.

It was like nature herself
was terrified.

Gave me the creeps.

The creeps?

Yeah. The creeps.

Don't you ever get the creeps?

The victim was shot there

about three meters
from where Parker fired.

There's no way
he could have mistaken

a person for an animal.

It's open-and-shut,
Mulder.

You know, I'm surprised
you volunteered

for this assignment.

Any Bureau agent

could have investigated
this reservation homicide.

Why are you interested?

Well, there seems to be
nothing unexplainable

about this case.

Nope.

Not a thing.

Mulder, this is so odd.

It's almost like a snakeskin
that's been shed.

I suspect that the Parkers

knowingly killed
Joe Goodensnake,

but they hardly seem the type
to skin their victim.

Besides which,
police and coroner's report

make no mention of such an act.

Well, we're going to have
to take a look

at the body ourselves.

The body's been transferred

to the reservation authorities.

We're supposed to get in touch
with a, um...

Sheriff Charlie Tskany.

Excuse me. Uh, we're not
from around here.

We're looking
for Sheriff Tskany.

Anyone, uh, know Charlie Tskany?

Go home, FBI.

How did you know?

I could smell you a mile away.

Well, they told me
that even though

my deodorant's made for a woman,

it's strong enough for a man.

I was at Wounded Knee in 1973.

What I learned
fighting the FBI is

you don't believe in us,
and we don't believe in you.

I want to believe.

Why you here?

What are you looking for?

I think you already know
what we're looking for.

You tell me what I know.

We're looking for
any individuals

who might be able to
provide information

on the homicide of
Joe Goodensnake...

We're looking for anything

that can create human tracks
in one step

and animal tracks in the next.

Parker.

He found
what you're looking for.

He killed
what you're looking for, FBI.

What Parker and his kid killed

was my brother,
and you're all too afraid

of some stupid Indian legend
to do anything. I hate it.

- Gwen!
- And I hate suits

who are always here when they
want something from us,

but when we need help,

they're nowhere to be found.

Sheriff Tskany?

I'm Agent Scully,
and this is Agent Mulder.

Goodensnake's body
is in my office.

Bill, Tom.

Let them through.

Come on, boys.

Let them through.

Who are they?

Guardians of the dead.

They escort the deceased
spirits to the new world.

I only let them
as far as the front door.

Anybody that knows me
knows I keep

the ancient beliefs out there
and the police work in here.

The woman in the pool hall

said that people were afraid
of some Indian legend.

What do they believe happened
in the Parker case?

Look, I'm not a park ranger

here to answer all your
questions about Indians.

Whenever I need federal help,
I never get it.

Since this case falls

under the jurisdiction
of the FBI,

you're entitled to examine
the body.

So let's get it over with.

Was the woman in
the pool hall his sister?

Gwen. She and Joe
are primarily responsible

for fueling the boundary
dispute with Parker.

They felt that he
had been grazing his cattle

farther and farther
onto the reservation.

Parker probably told you

it was his idea
to settle in court.

Joe and Gwen filed the suit.

Take a look at that scar tissue.

Yeah.

Looks like he had been

attacked by an animal as well.

Could Joe have been
attacked also?

Maybe the Parkers
did see an animal.

No.

Those wounds have been healing
for quite some time.

The shotgun wound indicates
point-blank range.

The pellets entered the body
in a single mass.

The assailant couldn't have been

more than three feet away.

We're going to need
to take a look

at Joe Goodensnake's
dental records.

See, these are the
canine cuspids.

They're normal.

Well, could his records

have been switched or misplaced?

No, you see, the second
incisor here is chipped

just like the ones in his mouth.

These match Joe Goodensnake's.

Well, there are cases
of calcium phosphate salts

developing abnormally
with age, but...

That could account

for what Jim Parker
claims to have seen.

He was out that night

expecting to see a mountain lion
killing his cattle.

He gets rattled,

and the flashlight beam
catches Joe here.

So Parker saw what
he wanted to see... an animal.

Lyle Parker was attacked...
he has scars just like Joe.

Do you have a facility
where we can perform

- an autopsy?
- Why?

Well, if Joe's teeth
are abnormal,

an autopsy might
reveal abnormalities

in the interior of
his anatomy as well.

I can't allow that.

I'm fully qualified.

No. I can't let you
do an autopsy.

The funeral is tonight.

It's a cremation.

After that, we'll have nothing.

Tregos believe
that the recent dead

are unsettled by their
new condition as spirits.

Any desecration of the body
angers the spirit

and keeps it haunting
this world.

But you're
a law enforcement officer.

You can't destroy evidence.

Don't tell me what I can't do.

Native Americans believe
that there are laws

greater and more just than that
of the U.S. government.

If they want Joe at rest

rather than used
as a piece of evidence,

that's the way it's going to be.

If you want to make
an issue out of it

to your higher authority,
go right ahead.

Charlie, do you believe

that the spirit of
Joe Goodensnake

is in that room?

All I know is

tomorrow, the day after,
you're going to leave,

but I have to stay here.

I've got to answer
to these people.

You can continue
your investigation,

but you're going to have to do
it

without Joe Goodensnake's body.

Mulder, since we've been here,

you've acted as if
you've expected to find

every piece of evidence
that we've come across.

What aren't you telling me?

Why are we here?

A true piece of history, Scully.

The very first X File

initiated by
J. Edgar Hoover himself in 1946.

During World War Two,
a series of murders

occurred in and around
the Northwest.

Seven here in Browning alone.

Each victim was basically
ripped to shreds

and eaten,
as if by a wild animal.

However, many of the victims
were found at home

as if they allowed
their killer to enter.

In 1946, police cornered
what they believed to be

such an animal in a cabin
in Glacier National Park.

They shot it,

but when they went in
to retrieve the carcass,

they found only the body
of Richard Watkins.

Sounds like the Parker scenario.

The murders stopped that year.

Because the cases were unsolved
and considered so bizarre,

Hoover locked them away,
hoping that, in time,

people around here
would forget about them.

This file indicates that
they started again in 1954.

And '59, '64, '78,
and now again in '94,

but...

Here it comes.

These animal-man
related murders

predate the oldest X File
by 150 years.

Members of the Lewis and Clark
expedition

wrote of Indian men
who could change their shape

into that of a wolf.

Mulder, what this...
what this folder describes

is called lycanthropy.

It's a type of insanity
in which an individual

believes that he can turn
into a wolf.

I mean, no one can physically
change into an animal.

How can you just
dismiss the evidence...

the tracks in the mud,
the shredded skin,

a man with the
teeth of an animal?

Mulder, even if you're right

and Joe Goodensnake
did somehow have the ability

to transform physically
into an animal,

he's dead.

Jim Parker shot him,

and in a couple of moments,
his body will be burned.

End of mystery.

Let's hope so.

You don't belong here.

Gwen...

You're only around to
wrap up your investigation.

I just wanted to say

that I'm sorry
about your brother.

I feel sad for anyone

who loses a part
of their family.

A part?

He was my whole family.

I'm it now.

As a demonstration of sorrow,

I'm supposed to give away

all my brother's possessions.

Gwen, I don't know
what to say. I'm...

It's no big deal.

He had more possessions
than he had friends.

I read the report
of your investigation

into the Goodensnake homicide.

It was very good.

It was thorough, professional,

but what I want to know
is off the record.

What do you think
really happened?

Your explanation, Agent Mulder,

is lying on that
burial platform.

Why don't you just
accept that and go home?

Charlie, do you believe
in shape-shifting?

This is a funeral.

Get out of here!

Please, I just want

to show my respects.

I don't want your respects.

I want your heart to grow cold.

I want you to feel
what I'm feeling.

I think you better
leave, Mr. Parker.

I wish your brother
could be here.

I wish that more
than anything else.

Coroner's on site.

Perkins' ETA is three minutes.

Uh, stand by
for further, please.

Uh, give me a hand
back here, guys.

By the way
the body's been mutilated,

I'd say he's been attacked
by a large predator

or somebody who wanted it
to look that way.

Do you think this is retaliation

for the death
of Joe Goodensnake?

I don't know.

Have you talked
to Gwen Goodensnake?

She seemed pretty upset
last night.

She's gone.

Nobody's seen her
since the funeral.

I put an APB out on her.

And what about Lyle Parker?

We can't find him, either.

He could be dead as well.

I'll take a look around.

That's not from any
animal I've ever seen.

Sheriff, I think
it's time we had a talk.

An exchange of ideas?

Mulder!

Mulder, I'm taking Lyle
to the hospital.

He's suffering from exposure.

And when he's been checked out,
I'm going to question him.

What are you hiding?

I thought it was over.

Over?

Is that why you wouldn't allow

an autopsy
on Joe Goodensnake's body?

You thought it would all end
when he was cremated?

What were you afraid we'd find?

I can't tell you,

but I'll take you
to somebody who can.

I'm ashamed to say it

after what happened
at the funeral.

I picked up some bourbon, and...

and I don't remember
a thing after that.

Sometimes, when I'm down,
I-I go out

to where me and my dad
keep stray animals

that wander in on the ranch.

Yeah, I just watch them,
you know.

Keeps things in perspective.

Anyway...

my mom... when
she was alive...

was the one that started
keeping those animals.

I guess I go out there
and think about her, too.

God, I must have
been really wasted

to run around there naked.

You must have thought I
was one of those animals.

When you did go home,
did you talk to your father?

No. He'd have been mad
I even went to the funeral.

I... I have an...
uh, an image of him

sitting on the front porch,

but... I don't remember
talking to him. Why?

Your father's dead.

I'm sorry.

It appears as if he's been...

attacked by an animal, but...

I suspect it may be homicide.

Lyle, I lost my father recently,

and I know how overwhelming...

Was it my fault?

By going to the funeral,

did it anger them into
killing my father?

I don't know.

I can deal with death.

You know, living on the ranch,
being close to nature and all,

you see how it all works.

Things are born. Things die.

Everything else
falls in between.

But if I caused it...

if I brought it on,

I couldn't, uh...

I... I...

I saw it once with my own eyes.

It was a long time ago.

It seemed like a dream.

I was a boy.

Was that 1946?

The Watkins case?

I sense you're different, FBI.

You're more open
to Native American belief

than some Native Americans.

You even have
an Indian name... Fox.

You should be "Running Fox"

or "Sneaky Fox."

Just as long
as it's not "Spooky Fox."

Tell me, Ish...
what did you see?

Watkins had been attacked
by an animal

when he was alone in the woods.

His scars healed.

It was forgotten.

Then the murders began.

The Tregos...

we realized that Watkins
had been attacked

by what the Algonquians call
the manitou,

an evil spirit capable
of changing a man into a beast.

To be attacked by a manitou
causes the victim to become one.

The healed scars
on Joe Goodensnake's body.

The manitou overtakes a man
by night, not by full moon,

but when its bloodlust builds
to uncontrollable level,

the man changes
to a sickening creature.

It kills,
releasing a savage energy.

The man returns to his true self

unaware of what has happened.

The cycle begins anew
the next day.

This continues until death.

One night,

when I was 16 years old,

I was coming back from fishing
at the Cut Bank Creek.

I knew a shortcut
behind Watkins' house.

There was a... a groan.

Not animal, but not human.

I looked into his window.

He was covered
in sweat and blood.

He was in a great, great pain.

His arm... the skin ripped.

It tore up
and fell to the floor.

Claws sprang
from his fingernails.

He turned, screaming,

and he saw me.

His eyes...
his eyes were still human.

They begged me to kill him,

and if I had been hunting
and had my gun,

I'd have done it
without a second thought.

But being a boy,
and scared to death,

I ran away.

Shortly after,
the police killed him.

But the manitou rose again.

Eight years later.

But with Watkins dead,

how could there have been
an attack by a manitou?

Watkins had a son.

It could be passed
along bloodlines.

Gwen.

If Joe Goodensnake
was this creature,

then perhaps it didn't originate
in him by the first attack

but was handed down
through the bloodlines.

This means
Gwen could have it also.

Gwen could have killed Parker.

Gwen!

Hey!

No, no, no!

You're under arrest, Gwen,

for stealing Ish's car.

What happened, Gwen?

What are you running away from?

I saw it.

I-I saw it kill Parker.

Let her up.

I went there after the funeral.

I was going to mess up the kid.

So I waited,

but Parker was on the porch,

and then this thing...
this animal...

Oh, my God!

I've never been so scared.

I ran, and I hid
in the woods all day.

I wanted to get out...

I wanted to get out of here.

I wanted to get out of here.

Bring her inside.

Thank you.

Hello. This is Doctor Joseph.

Yeah, this is Agent Mulder
from the FBI.

I was told I could reach
Agent Scully at this number.

Oh, yes. We released Lyle Parker
from the hospital,

and she's taking him back
to the ranch.

So I can reach her there?

Uh-uh. They just left.

Agent Mulder, there's something
I feel you should know.

I received the blood tests
performed on Lyle Parker,

and there's something
rather unsettling.

What's that?

Traces of his father's
blood type.

It can only be there
through ingestion.

Power's out.

Yep. Happens to
us all the time

being out here in the sticks.

I'll fire up the generator.

You okay?

I feel sick.

Please, help me
into the bathroom.

Damn. Keeps disconnecting.

The mountains must be
blocking the signal.

How much farther?

About seven miles.

Lyle, let me come in.

Lyle, I want to take you
back to the hospital, okay?

No!

I'll be all right.

Lyle?

Lyle, answer me.

Lyle, are you all right?

Scully!

Aah!

It's okay, it's
me, it's me, okay?

I don't know what happened.

Something jumped me downstairs

and I lost my gun.

I heard it come up here.

Come on.

Okay.

You all right?

Oh, my God.

He was in the bathroom sick,

and then, the next thing I knew,

we were attacked
by the mountain lion.

It wasn't a mountain lion,
Scully.

It's still in a cage out back.

Where's Gwen?

She said she'd come
see us before we left.

She left last night.

Gave away all her
possessions to her friends.

Just pulled up and left?

Why would she do that?

Her brother's gone, no family.

Trouble with Parker is all over.

Maybe she saw something that
she wasn't ready to understand.

Maybe.

Well, thank you.

FBI.

See you in about...

eight years.

I hope not.