All language subtitles for The X-Files s01e20

You're supposed to be
in charge here, Perkins.

I am in charge.

Well, these men
want some answers.

They want to know
what your plan is.

Let's face it... this thing
could kill us all.

We should have
been gone two days ago.

No one would listen to me.

Nobody knew what it was
two days ago, Perkins.

Nobody knows now.

Somebody has to go for help.

What about the rest of us?

What are we supposed to do?

Just wait here
till help arrives?

We have to take a chance.

One of us has to hike out.

That person might not make it
in time.

He might not make it down
to the road before nightfall.

Then what?

I say we make a run for it...

split up, take our chances.

- It's suicide, Dyer.
- Fine.

You stay here.

Tell us how it turns out.

Help me!

Hurry up!

You're going the wrong way!

I think it's broken.

Come on, you got to get up.

I don't think can't make it.

We gotta keep moving.

We're not going to make it.

We're not going...
make it...

Take a good look, Scully.

What am I looking at?

30 loggers working
a clear-cutting contract

in Washington State...

rugged, manly men

in the full bloom
of their manhood.

Right; but what am I
looking for?

Anything strange, unexplainable,
unlikely, boyfriend...

I don't know.

I give up, Mulder.

You give up? Funny.

That's apparently what
the Federal Forest Service

has done, as well.

Why? What happened to them?

In a word, they vanished.

Or so it would appear.

This is Doug Spinney
and Steven Teague.

They call themselves
"monkey wrenchers"...

the guys who
drive spikes into trees,

sabotage logging equipment and
otherwise make life miserable

for lumberjacks
and lumber mills.

Ecoterrorists or
militant environmentalists.

Right.

Two weeks ago, the group of
loggers I just showed you

radioed a message

that Spinney and Teague
had gone on a spree...

spiking trees,
sabotaging equipment,

causing general mischief.

One week later,

all radio communication
was cut off.

Do they know why?

No. The lumber company
that employs the men

has asked the Federal Forest
Service to look into the matter.

Two officials were sent in
a week ago,

and no one has heard
from them since.

It appears
these monkey wrenchers

are doing more than
just a little mischief making.

That's what the lumber company

and the Federal
Forest Service are accusing.

They've asked the FBI
to investigate.

I had to pull few strings
to make sure we got the case.

For an ecoterrorism case?

Do I dare ask why?

In 1934, long before anyone

even knew
what an ecoterrorist was,

a WPA crew

working that same area
vanished without a trace.

Not one of those men was ever
found or heard from again.

And you suspect what, Bigfoot?

Not likely.

That's a lot of flannel
to be choking down,

even for Bigfoot.

Come on, Scully, it'll be
a nice trip to the forest.

Hi.

Fox Mulder.
This is Dana Scully.

We're with the FBI.

Larry Moore,
Federal Forest Service.

You can put your gear
in the back of the truck.

Must be pretty rugged
where we're going, huh?

Yeah.

What's that
in your windshield there,

is that a bullet hole?

.22 caliber.

Somebody take a shot at you?

What it would appear.

There's not much
to hunt around here

with that type of ammo,
except Freddies.

"Freddies"?

Employees of the Federal
Forest Service.

It's, uh, it's what the
ecoterrorists call us.

Is that who you think
took a shot at you?

Let me get this out of the way.

I have no quarrel with these
ecoterrorists in principle.

I mean, I'm as concerned
for this forest

and the environment as anybody.

It's their methods
I can't condone.

Do you think they'd go
so far as to kill a man?

Well, there's 30 men up there
unaccounted for,

each with survival experience.

Something happened to them.

Sorry I'm late.

I was down talking
to Bob Perkins' wife.

He's one of our missing loggers.

Hey, Larry.

Steve Humphreys,
Head of Security

- for Schiff-Immergut Lumber.
- Mulder. Scully.

Well, we've got a four-hour
drive ahead of us...

plenty of time
to get to know each other.

I get the impression

we've walked into
the middle of a war

that's already started?

Why do these men

work so far up
in the wilderness?

That's where the trees are.

You're kidding, right?

No. Environmentalists
have pretty much made sure

that all the land you
see here is untouchable.

The work is to take our timber
where we can get it.

Even then, we plant saplings
for every tree we take.

So why do the
ecoterrorists target you?

See, these tree huggers
come from the same kind of boys

that had gone up to Canada
during the Vietnam War.

They're cowardly,
and so are their tactics.

Damn it.

Homemade tire spike.

Clear through the sidewall.

It's unfixable.

You got a spare, don't you?

Right tire's history too.

Monkey wrenchers call it
a caltrop.

The roads back here
are littered with them.

Indiscriminate terrorism.

Can you imagine somebody
putting these down

or spiking the roads
of Washington, DC?

I'd like to see how much
sympathy they'd get then.

So how are we going
to get up to the camp?

We're going to have to hike.

Anybody here?

Someone forgot
to clean their plate.

Looks like they left
in a hurry too.

They forgot to pack.

Find anything?

Party favors.

Vehicles have all been
monkey wrenched.

Power generator's busted.

Somebody really turned
this place upside down.

Whoever did it didn't want
the fact broadcast, either.

Radiators are all full of rice.

Looks like sugar or sand
in all the crankcases.

They really did a number here.

Well, the sun's going down
in an hour and a half.

Better take a look around
before it gets dark.

I'll see if I can get
that generator working.

You were right about one thing.

What's that?

Definitely wasn't Bigfoot.

Look at that.

What is it?

It looks like a hive.

Maybe a cocoon of some kind.

Made by what?

I don't know.

I've never seen
anything like it.

Got it.

Can you cut it down?

Yeah, I think so.

You all right, Scully?

Oh, my...

Kind of feels, uh...

it feels desiccated,
hard and dry,

almost preserved.

Like it's been embalmed.

No, more like all the fluids
have been bled from its body.

Almost like it's been cured.

I think...

it's a male.

Barely.

I'd say it's some kind
of spider's nest

or insect cocoon.

What kind of insect
could have gotten a man

all the way up into that tree?

Itsy-bitsy spider.

Don't move.

Who are you?

Doug Spinney.

I ought to shoot you
where you stand.

Might as well
shoot yourself too.

You're in a hell of a spot
to be testing me.

What happened to my men?

What men?

The men who were
working this camp.

I don't know
what happened to them.

Probably the same thing
will happen to us

when the sun goes down.

What are you doing?

This animal's Doug Spinney.

He's the man responsible
for all the monkey wrenching.

- He's probably a murderer, as well.
- I'm no murderer.

- You're a liar.
- Let's just hear what he has to say.

If we stand around here talking,

there will
be nothing left to say.

I'd start thinking about how to
get that generator started.

Darkness is our enemy.

What's he talking about?

Someone want to give me a hand?

Now he's giving orders?

I'm the one who fixed
the damn thing.

Hey, it's all right.

Why did you say
that darkness was our enemy?

That's when they come.

When who comes?

I don't know what it is.

They come from the sky,

take a man right off his feet
and devour him alive.

I saw it happen.

Happen to who?

I need to eat.

I haven't eaten in three days.

What kind of BS story
is that, huh?

You believe that?

We found something
in the forest.

What?

A man caught in some kind

of insect cocoon.

What happened here?

We camped two valleys over,
four of us.

Three now.

More rats in the woodpile.

Our truck has a dead battery,

so we drew straws to see
who would make the hike

over here to steal one
from the loggers.

Why not just hike out?

It's over a day's hike.

No way we wanted to be caught
out in the forest after dark,

not after
what happened to Teague.

That's the man that you said
was devoured alive?

Yeah.

What are you guys
doing out here?

Camping.

Yeah, right...
the kind of camping

you do is a Federal offense.

Just-just hold off
a second, okay?

No, he's right.

This man is an admitted felon.

He could be placed under arrest.

What about your offense,
my friend, huh?

What about your offense
against nature you perpetrate?

We operate
completely within the law.

We pay for the right
to take those trees.

Oh, yeah?
Well, I got news for you...

your logging crew
is taking trees

that nobody has a right to.

Trees that
are marked and protected

so don't talk to me
about breaking the law...

sir.

They've been taking
marked trees?

Yes, sir, marked in orange.

Old growth trees?

You know anything
about that, Steve?

No.

You going to take
this man's word over mine?

You don't want to go
out in the night.

Take my word on that.

It's out there.

What, if I go out that door,

something's going
to attack me, eat me alive

and spin me in its web?

Yes.

But it's too polite
to come in here and get me?

For some reason, it's, uh, it's
afraid of the light.

It's afraid of the light.

There may be something
to what he's saying, Steve.

You know what I think?

I think this man
is a liar and a murderer,

and just clever enough
to make up a story like that

even to whip up that cocoon
just to save a few trees

and I'm going
to prove I'm right.

This is ridiculous.

Where is it, Spinney?

I thought it was going to come

and, uh, devour me.

Hey! Here I am!

Oh, come out, come out,
wherever you are.

Aw, don't be shy.

Come on!

Huh?

Just like I told you.

There's nothing out here
but a bunch of trees...

trees that this man values
more than human life.

I'm going to see him
tried on murder charges.

What do you think?

I think I'm going to suggest

that we sleep
with the lights on.

You see this Douglas fir?

It's been standing here
since before time

and your men cut it down.

Who marks these trees?

Federal Forest Service.

You're only supposed
to cut trees

marked with a blue "X."

This tree must be
hundreds of years old.

At least.

Must get a lot of lumber
from a big tree like this.

Thousands of board feet...
hell of a lot easier

than taking a lot
of smaller, younger trees.

Well, let me remind you

that monkey wrenchers
like Spinney here

are not above marking trees

with their own paint.

This tree's 500 years old
if it's a day, Steve.

Look at this.

What would this represent?

I don't know.

I've never seen a ring
like that before.

Those center rings
are the older rings, right?

Yeah. Every ring represents
a season of growth.

And you see these?

These are 500, 600 years old.

They're a recorded history
of rainfall and climate.

This one... I don't know.

I should take a core sample.

Are we finished
with this nature walk?

I want an answer to what
happened to those loggers.

That's what we're
trying to determine, sir.

Looking at a tree stump?

Don't you think you should be
interrogating this man?

I don't think he did it.

Well, I think he did and
I want him arrested.

Well, he's not going anywhere.

No, not with a gun on him.

But what happens if you're
poking around,

his three buddies show up

and do to you
what they probably did

to those two Federal
forest officials, huh?

Larry?

I just want to take a core
sample of this tree, Steve.

Hey, I got families down there

who want some answers about
loved ones, and so do you...

answers that aren't gonna
be found in that tree.

The only crime here
to investigate

is the death of that tree.

Yeah, well,
we'll see about that.

Steve, where are you going?

I'm hiking down to your truck

and get some people up here

who will take action.

Steve!

Oh, let him go.

Let him find out for himself.

This is odd.

This yellow ring's got
something living in it,

some kind of...

tiny bug.

It doesn't make sense.

Why not?

Well, parasites attack
a tree in a variety of ways,

but they always attack
the living parts:

the leaves, the roots,
the new growth rings.

Even if they're borers
of some kind,

they wouldn't be working
so deep in the tree.

Maybe the wood
in this ring is different.

They seem to be feeding on it.

Can you identify them?

It's a wood mite of some kind.

I mean, it's nothing
I've ever seen before.

Could they have been living
in that tree

for hundreds of years?

I don't see how.

These inner rings
are essentially dead wood.

The tree's vascular system

is limited to
the outer few rings.

They need water to survive.

They appear to be hatching
out of the porous wood.

Maybe when you
drew out this core

you tapped into a larger nest.

Can they build a cocoon?

Right after that tree was
cut down is when Teague died.

It's about the same time that
the loggers disappeared too.

You think mites killed the men?

Maybe they been lying there
dormant for hundreds of years.

Maybe they woke up hungry.

Damn it!

All right, you monkey wrenchers,

come on out now.

I know what you're up to!

Humphreys should have been
back by now.

These bugs aren't moving
anymore.

They're either dead,
or they're asleep.

It's the light.

They don't like the light.

That's weird.

I mean, usually, bugs
are attracted to light.

These obviously
are not your ordinary bugs,

to say the least.

What do you know
about insects, Scully?

Uh, just what I learned
in my biology courses.

That they're the foundation
of our ecosystem.

That there are lots of them,
something like

200 million per person
on this planet.

And they've been around
a long time, right?

Yeah, something like
600 million years...

even before
the dinosaurs. Why?

And this tree is what,
500, 600, 700 years old?

Yeah.

And these rings represent
a history of climatic changes,

which means that, in
this year or season

in the life of the
tree, there was

some kind of strange event
that produced

an abnormal ring.

Well, like what, exactly?

A volcanic eruption.

This whole chain of mountains

running from Washington
to Oregon

is still extremely active.

Remember Mount Saint Helens?

Yeah, but how does that
explain the bugs?

Well, after Mount Saint Helens
erupted,

there was a large amount
of radiation that was unleashed

from inside the earth.

Strange things started to grow.

There's actually this lake

where they've discovered
a kind of amoeba

that can literally suck
a man's brains out.

Oh, a brain-sucking amoeba.

No, it's true... in Spirit Lake...
and there's documented cases

of swimmers being infected.

But an amoeba is

a single-celled organism.

It can be mutated.

An insect is a complex animal.

A-A mutation
would take

years and years to evolve.

Well, then,
maybe what we're dealing with

isn't a mutation at all.

What if it's some kind
of extinct insect larvae

in that ring,

deposited during a period
of volcanic activity,

brought up through the
tree's root system?

Ancient insect eggs...

thousands, maybe millions
of years old,

- lying dormant until...
- Until those loggers cut down

that tree.

That would be rather
poetic justice, don't you think?

Unleashing the very thing
that would end up killing them

and your friend Humphreys?

And who knows?

Maybe us.

Sweet dreams.

Humphreys might have
just hiked out of here.

We don't know that he didn't.

Maybe we're letting ourselves
get carried away

with this bug story.

Yeah, maybe.

Going somewhere?

- No, I was just...
- Doing a little auto repair?

Looks to me like you're planning
on cutting out of here.

I got to save my friends.

They only had enough gas

to keep their generator
running 15, 20 hours max.

They're going to die if
I don't get back there.

So, why you sneaking around?

The Freddy.

Forest Service guy
wouldn't go for it.

He'd never trust me.

He's got no reason to.

Neither do I.

Look, I can save us all, man.

We've got a jeep over there...
it's just two valleys over.

All it needs is a battery.

Now, I could get there, I could
be back here in the morning.

We can all drive out tomorrow.

You got to trust me, man.

Radio's back up.

It's working?

I'm not getting any reception,

so the receiver
could be trashed.

What about transmissions?

Can you send a message?

I could try.

This is a call for help.

Is there anyone
at this frequency?

This is Special Agent
Mulder of the FBI.

We have an emergency and a
possible quarantine situation.

Our position is...

What happened to the generator?

I turned it off.

Well, turn it back on.
I got the radio working.

What happened to the gas can?

Spinney took it.

He took it?

You mean, he's gone?

He left earlier this morning.
He took a battery and some gas.

He's gonna come back

for us in the morning.

What, did he give you his
personal guarantee on that?

He gave me his word, yeah.

You stop to think that the man
who gave you his word

has made an art out of sabotage
and defying authority

and is probably the same man

who put that, tha-that bullet
through my windshield?

Well, what would you have done?

At least now
we've got one chance

of getting out of here alive,

which is one more chance
than we had before.

Or one less.

What do you mean?

Your partner let Spinney leave
with the last of the gas.

This generator's got about a
quarter tank left, maybe less.

What about the gas
in the trucks?

There is no more gas.
The other tanks

have all been ruptured
or filled with sugar.

By the same man
who we are now trusting

to keep his word
and come back for us.

Well, then, we got to get back
on the radio.

We got to send out a Mayday.

Every drop of fuel we waste is

fuel that's going to keep
this gennie powered tonight.

I don't want to
be waiting around,

hoping somebody heard
that transmission

when this thing quits running
about 2:00 in the morning.

Do you?

- Mulder...
- Look, it's done.

I shouldn't have let him go.

Let's just move past it, okay?

Fine.

What do you suggest?

I don't know.

We'll think of something.

Look, I think we both
have a pretty good idea

of what happened
to those loggers

and what happened to
the group in 1934.

They only found one cocoon.

It's a very big forest.

Look, Scully,
what would you have done?

You mean, would I have made
a decision by myself

that would have affected
the whole group?

Oh, will you cut
the sanctimonious crap?

Well, what do you want me
to say?

Let's face it, Mulder,
we might die up here.

If we're lucky, they'll find
our bodies spun up in a tree

or they may not find us at all!

You're right... and we're
wasting time arguing about it.

What are you going to do?

Button this place up.

If we got to spend
the night in here,

we got to do everything we can

to make sure the
bugs stay out there.

I'd be careful with that.

It's the only bulb that works.

I can see them.

You guys, look at this.

Look. They're coming through
the wall down where it's dark.

You see them?

They're on me!

It's all right, Scully.

Scully...

- Get them off me!
- Stop.

- Scully, stand still.
- Whoa, watch it, watch it!

- Get them off me!
- Stand still!

Stop it, stop it!

Can you see them?!

Mulder, get them off me!

They're not just on you.

They're everywhere.
I think that's what

that greasy residue
is over everything.

I thought we were supposed
to be safe in the light.

We are!

I think the light keeps
them from swarming.

We'll be safe as long
as we stay in the light.

How you feeling?

I'm okay.

They're oxidizing enzymes

just like fireflies.

Maybe that's why they
cocoon their prey...

so that they can
oxidize the proteins

taken from the
fluids in the body.

And what if the generator goes?

Are they all going
to swarm in here

and drain the life out of us?

We got an hour and a half
till sunrise.

And then what?

It's over a day's hike
out of here.

We won't make it on foot
by nightfall.

Well, maybe somebody heard
our radio transmission.

Help could be on the way.

You sent that call hours ago.

I mean, help would have
been here by now.

Well, I'm not going
to give up on Spinney.

He gave me his word
he'd come back to get us.

And if he doesn't?

We'll think of something.

You got a patch kit
or an extra tube

- in your truck?
- Yeah.

Maybe we can patch this or at
least get it to hold some air.

With the spare in your truck,
maybe we can limp

down the mountain.

If not, at least
we can get on the radio

and warn them what's out there.

See it?

Yeah.

Listen.

You hear that?

It's a car.

No, it's a jeep.

We got to move.

Let's go! Let's go!

Wait, what about the
body... Humphreys' body?

Leave it. I've radioed for help.

What happened to your friends?

They didn't make it.

We're not gonna make it
either unless we haul ass.

Let's go.
Come on.

Oh!

Damn it!

I don't believe it.

When you talk about
shooting yourself in the foot.

Get out of there!

Get back in the car!

We have an emergency
evacuation situation.

Requesting quarantine facility

for two, possibly three victims

with undiagnosed infection
or exposure

to unknown biological vectors.

Repeat, that's an emergency
evacuation situation.

Two, possibly three victims...

Attention, all personnel.

High-level bio clearance
required on the third floor.

How are you feeling?

Better.

How did the tests come back?

Your respiratory charts
were good.

We were concerned
about the extent

of damage due to inhalation.

There were large concentrations

of a chemical we determined
was luciferin.

Which is what?

The same enzyme
we find in fireflies

and other
bioluminescent insects.

Our entomologists
are still trying to determine

the specific epithet

of the insects you encountered.

Scully?

How's she doing?

She's still not
out of the woods, so to speak.

She lost a lot of fluids.

Two or three more hours
of exposure, she might not

have made it.

I told her it was going
to be a nice trip to the forest.

How you going to contain it
to the forest?

What if the swarm migrates?

The government has initiated
eradication procedures.

They're quite certain that,
by using a combination

of controlled burns
and pesticides,

they will be successful.

And if they're not?

That is not an option,
Mr. Mulder.