All language subtitles for The x-files s03e14

All right, everyone. We've run out of time.

That's all for tonight. If you haven't finished,
you'll have more time next week.

- Hey, man!
- Excuse me.

- FBI! Stay where you are!
- Get the light on him!

John Mostow,
we have a warrant for your arrest!

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to have
an attorney present during questioning.

Do you understand each of these rights
that I have explained to you?

Do you wish to give up
your right to remain silent?

Argh! God! He bit me!

- The son of a bitch bit me like a dog!
- Get him outta here!

- Nemhauser, are you OK?
- Yeah, yeah.

Oh my God.

John Mostow. Unemployed
house painter. Divorced. No children.

He came to the US from Uzbekistan
during perestroika.

Failed to mention on his INS
application that

he spent his twenties in
an insane asylum.

He was arrested last week for the murders
of at least seven men.

You thought all they produced
were great hockey players.

The crimes took place in
a three-year period.

All the victims were male, aged 17 to 25.

Was there a signature or a defining MO?

According to the ME,
there was no evidence of any sexual assault.

Death was caused by massive blood loss
due to facial mutilation.

He also reported that the wound pattern on
all the victims was identical. It's on page 3.

"Both eyes punctured. Signature gashes
from the corners of the mouth to the ears."

The level of violence and overkill

suggests the work of
a very angry individual.

Or individuals.
It you count the spirit Mostow

says possessed him during the murders.

Possession is a common claim
by criminals with dissociative disorders.

They distance themselves
from their actions.

That was the operational opinion
until last night...

..when a 19-year-old male
was found dead six

miles from here with
identical facial wounds.

- A copycat?
- According to Assistant Director Skinner,...

..the details of the mutilations
were never released.

Only the crime team had that information.
And Mostow's been in custody for five days.

Please! The light hurts my eyes!

Leave me alone.

You have a nice, soft bunk, sir.
Why aren't you using it?

Because he's been working.

Haven't you, John?

What is it? What is this thing?

- It killed those men.
- Does it have a name?

Does it have a name to go with that face?

- All men know its name.
- What do you call it? Satan? The Devil?

Or maybe it's just
the name of your accomplice.

- I had no accomplice!
- You killed all those young men yourself?

It killed them!
How many times do I have to tell you?

Its fingerprints weren't
on the murder weapon. Yours were.

It won't be tried for murder
under the death penalty.

Which is why it laughs at tools like you.

And you.

Fools who would pretend evil can be
brought to heel like a brindle bitch.

Or be held by your pathetic gulags.

While, with a snap of its finger,...

..it makes men lick the greasy floor of hell...
just to see its reflection.

Is that what it did last night, John?

Snapped its fingers
and let another young man die?

It killed again? Yesterday?

It's found somebody. Somebody new.
Just like it found me.

Agent Mulder? Can I see you two outside?

So what is it, Mulder? Little green men?
Evil spirits? Hounds of hell?

Scully, this is Bill Patterson. He runs
the Investigative Support Unit at Quantico.

Yes, I know. Behavioural science:
you wrote the book. It's an honour, sir.

Is that what you think, too?

That the suspect is possessed
by some dark spirit?

- No, not at all, sir.
- Strange company you keep, then.

It always amazed me
how you never fit your own profile.

No one would ever guess
how really mean-spirited you are.

The arrest of John Mostow was the result
of three years of hard work by my unit.

Three years.

You can imagine how upset we were
by this latest murder,...

..and by the suspect
floating this possession theory.

You think he's got an accomplice, then.

Even though your own profile of Mostow
says he's working alone.

My profile led to his arrest.

No, he acted alone.

And that murder last night was done
by a second killer, and he acted alone, too.

What about these drawings of Mostow's,
these gargoyles?

- Know why he draws those? Did you ask?
- I didn't get a chance to.

He says he draws them
to keep this demon of his away.

That makes sense. Historically,
gargoyles were used to ward off evil spirits.

- Like on the eaves of Notre Dame.
- Mulder, I don't need a history lesson.

And I don't need anyone
indulging this guy's story.

I was asked to look into this case.

If you've got a problem with that,
take it up with AD Skinner.

So you're not gonna tell me when
your love affair with Patterson ended?

Patterson never liked me.

Weren't you considered
the fair-haired boy at the Bureau?

- Not by Patterson.
- Why not?

I didn't wanna get my knees dirty.

Couldn't quite cast myself
in the role of the dutiful student.

- You mean you couldn't worship him.
- Something like that, yeah.

From what I hear,
there were a lot of men who did.

A lot of men joined the FBI
because they wanted to be him.

Yeah. Patterson had this saying
about tracking a killer:

if you wanted to know an artist,
you had to look at his art.

What he meant was: if you wanted to catch
a monster, you had to become one yourself.

In this case I'd say
it served him pretty well.

This guy's definitely some kind of monster.

It's just a cat.

I thought it was
one of these pictures coming to life.

Our guys must have locked it in here.

No. He's obviously got
his own key to the place.

There's air coming through here.

There must be something
on the other side of the wall.

It's a door.

Why don't you wait till
we can get more light in here?

I've got some light.

See anything?

More gargoyles, Scully. Lots of 'em.

- Sculpted in clay.
- Why would he keep 'em in a secret room?

Mulder?

Mulder, what is it?

What do you see?

Mulder!

Will you tell me what's going on in there?

Aaarghhhh!

We're monitoring him very closely,
but I'm not encouraged by what I'm seeing.

- He's lucky to be alive.
- Thank you, Doctor. Agent Scully.

We searched Mostow's studio.
There are no more bodies.

- How many were recovered?
- Five, all dismembered.

All young men whose faces were mutilated.

- Just like the latest victim, so I hear.
- At least this one's still alive.

Same signature facial
mutilation, right down

to the choice of weapon, by the look of it.

- What does Patterson say?
- I haven't spoken with him yet.

But I bet he'll think it's someone
working directly with Mostow.

I'd have to agree with that theory.

What's Agent Mulder think?

He thinks our finding Mostow's
secret gallery

won't do him any favours
with Patterson.

Between us, I think Patterson secretly went

to Skinner and requested
Mulder on this case.

He requested him?

I've worked with Patterson
for three years on this.

This just about killed him until we
finally got a break and arrested Mostow.

But then this first copycat murder...
it really threw him for a loss.

Mulder believes Patterson
never thought too highly of him.

That's just Patterson.
Late night, couple of beers in him,...

..he starts tellin' me Mulder stories,
how he's some kind of crack genius.

- Stitches. What happened?
- Mostow bit me during the arrest.

How's our victim?

- Has he been able to ID his attacker?
- The doctors say it's too early to even try.

They're not even sure if he's gonna make it.

Where's Mulder?

Seeing what he can find out
about those drawings of Mostow's.

What's he lookin' for?

The same thing you are, sir.
A second killer.

I think you should take
this conversation outside.

Stay with us.

The name is from the French,
"Gargouille

..the name of a medieval dragon
which prowled the River Seine,...

..whose horrible image became
the symbol of

the souls of the condemned turned to stone.

Or of the devils and demons of the
underworld spared eternal damnation.

The embodiment of the lesser forces
who inspired dread...

..and the threat of our own damnation.

Ushers into hell or into the realm
of our own dark fears and imagination.

For over 1200 years the grotesque image
has found its expression...

..in stone, clay, wood, oil and charcoal.

Born again and again, as if resurrecting
itself through tortured human expression,...

..almost as if it existed,
haunting men inwardly...

..so that it might haunt mankind
for eternity.

As it must have haunted John Mostow.

But what impulses moved him to kill?
Could this be the same dark force at work -

its ultimate expression the destruction of
the flesh, of the very hand that creates it?

Is this evil something born in each of us,...

..crouching in the shadow of ever
human soul, waiting to emerge?

A monster that violates our bodies
and twists our will to do its bidding?

Is this the monster called madness?

They're closin' up in a few minutes.

So, is this how you're lookin'
for the second killer?

Tell me, Mulder.
What do you really expect to find here?

I'm not sure yet.

But you must have some idea.
Some theory.

I've got a few.
I'm just tryin' to stitch 'em together.

- With your face stuck in a book.
- You said it yourself, Bill:

if you want to know the
artist, look at the art.

I'm finally agreeing with you.

I know where you're going with this.

I've been there myself.
You're wasting your time.

Then why was this man compelled to draw
and sculpt the same face again and again?

- Why is he still doing it now?
- Because he's insane.

This is nothing but
the scrawling of a madman.

He said this wants to see its own reflection.

Mostow has said everything but what I need
to hear: the name of his accomplice.

- Unless he's telling the truth.
- About being possessed?

I am really disappointed in you.

I wouldn't want to disappoint you
by not disappointing you.

After all this time I thought maybe you'd
finally put your feet back on the ground.

Clearly I was mistaken.

Mulder?

Mulder, it's me.

Mulder?

You weren't at home, in your office...

I was scared, Mulder.
I didn't know where you were.

I kept trying your cellphone
but you didn't answer.

It was turned off.

You turned your phone off?
Why do you even bother carrying it?

You're all set. See a doctor tomorrow,
in case of infection.

- Thanks.
- Sure.

Mulder,
what were you doing in Mostow's studio?

- I was working.
- At 3.30 in the morning?

I haven't seen or spoken to you in almost
two days. You didn't return my calls.

- This thing exists, Scully. It's real.
- "It"? What are you talking about?

- Whatever keeps killing those young men.
- Mostow killed them.

And out of some sick alliance,
someone is continuing where he left off.

Whatever attacked me wasn't a person.

Well, did you actually see it?

Maybe you've just seen
what you want to see.

What makes you think
I would want to see that?!

I didn't imagine it, Scully.

Listen to yourself, Mulder. Listen to what

you're saying.
You're starting to sound like...

Look, when I couldn't reach you,
I went to your apartment.

I saw your new wallpaper.

Don't you realise what is happening here?
He is testing you.

He is the reason you were brought
on this case in the first place.

Patterson?

He requested your involvement
through Skinner's office. I checked.

Mulder, where are you going?

- Of course.
- In private?

- What's this about?
- Maybe you can tell me.

I'm curious about what you're doing
concerning Agent Mulder.

- I don't know what you're referring to.
- I think you do, sir.

You knew exactly how he would respond
when you brought him on this case.

You did request him, didn't you?

If you're concerned about
Agent Mulder's behaviour,

you should
take that up with him.

- You know I already have.
- Then what do you expect me to do?

Just be honest with me
about what you're trying to do.

Is this payback for what happened eight
years ago, because Mulder quit the ISU?

- My motivations aren't that petty.
- Then why?

I asked for Mulder because...

..I wanna close the book
on this godforsaken case once and for all.

And you knew that he could
help you solve it.

My advice to you, Scully...

Let Mulder do what he has to do.

Don't get in his way.

And don't try to hold him back.

Because you won't be able to.

Why didn't it kill me like it killed the others?

Why did it let me live?

Even if I could tell you why,
you would not understand.

Help me to understand, John.

- Please, go away.
- No.

You have to help me go deeper.

Help me get inside its head like it got inside
yours so I can understand what it wants.

- It wants what it wants.
- To kill men by carving up their faces?

You have felt its hunger.

Felt your bones rattled by its frozen breath.

So you know... nothing can be done.

Unless I find it.

Then what will you do?

Just tell me how to find it, John.

- No.
- Just tell me how to find this thing.

You can't find it.

Only it can find you.

Maybe...

..it already has.

First time up I struck out.
All three pieces were clean.

But on my second try, I got lucky.

I dusted the blade with redwop.

- I'm sorry?
- "Powder", spelt backwards.

It's what we call the
fluorescent lycopodium.

- Looks like a partial index.
- And, on the handle, almost a full thumb.

It's the placement of the
prints that struck me.

Where someone would've
gripped the knife.

Which is why I thought
I had your guy.

Except I wasn't as lucky as I thought when
I ran the prints against the NClC database.

- Your message said you identified them.
- I did. He's one of our own people.

- An FBI agent?
- Your partner.

These are Mulder's prints? Are you sure?

I double-checked. Why?

I assumed he must have been the one that
recovered the knife at the crime scene.

Excuse me.

- Use that table up front?
- It's OK. Just put it on the floor.

I need to get that.

Excuse me, Agent Scully? Assistant Director
Skinner's asked to see you right away.

Come in.

- You wanted to see me, sir?
- Yes. Sit down.

I heard they found you in Evidence.

Looking for the murder
weapon in this Mostow case?

Yes, sir.

- Did you find it?
- No, sir.

Is it your opinion the missing
evidence is the

weapon you found at
the crime scene today?

I'm not absolutely certain.

But Agent Mulder's prints were found on it.

Yes, sir.

Have you seen Agent Mulder
or spoken to him about this?

No, sir.

Do you have any insight into Agent Mulder's
current disposition or mental state?

I know Agent Mulder is working very hard
on this case at your request, sir.

Are you worried about him, Agent Scully?

No, sir.

Off the record.

So am I.

Aaarghh!

Yeah, this is Greg Nemhauser.
Please call me right away at 555-0143.

I need to talk to you right away about a po...

- Hello?
- Mulder?

- Scully?
- Where are you?

In Mostow's studio.

- Are you with Nemhauser?
- No. Should I be?

Well, that's who I was calling. He left
this number on my answering machine.

- Mulder?
- Yeah.

Do you know where he is?

I'm not sure.

Mulder, that knife that we
recovered from the crime scene.

I think it's the one Mostow used.

What makes you say that?

Mostow's was stolen from Evidence.

When?

I was hoping maybe you could tell me.
Your prints were all over it.

Yeah, I examined Mostow's knife
yesterday in the Evidence Room.

- Why?
- Because I wanted to hold it.

I wanted to see what it felt like in my hand.

- But why?
- Look, Scully, I didn't take it.

OK, Mulder. Listen to me carefully.

I want you to stay exactly where you are.
I'm gonna be there in a few minutes...

..and we're gonna work
this thing out together. OK?

- Mulder?
- Yeah.

- Mulder.
- What are you doin' here?

- What are you doing here?
- It's Nemhauser.

- But you already knew that, didn't you?
- What is this?

You killed him, Bill.

When he suspected it was you,
you killed him.

- Are you outta your mind?
- Not me.

- Not now.
- Put that gun down.

Not until you tell me what
you're doing here.

What I'm doing here?!

Look at your hands.

Now ask yourself what you're doing here.

- I'm not sure.
- You're here because John Mostow...

..stole three years of your life.

Every day and night for three years...

..you lived and dreamed the horror show
that was in his head, and I'm sorry,...

..imagining everything he imagined,...

..sinking deeper and
deeper into the ugliness,

just like you taught us to do.

But when you caught him,
it didn't just go away, all that violence.

It stayed alive inside you,
till it had to come out.

But you didn't wanna do what you were
doing. You wanted to stop, but you couldn't.

Not by yourself. That's why
you called on me,

couldn't kill me when you
had the chance.

- Mulder! What the hell are you doing?!
- Scully, get that light off me!

- First put the gun down!
- You don't understand!

Why do you have a gun on Agent Patterson?

It's him, Scully.

Mulder?!

You OK, Mulder?

You should call an ambulance.
His pulse is still strong.

This is Agent Mulder with the FBI.
I have a man down with a gunshot wound.

Oh, God!

Are you listening to me?

For God's sakes,
isn't someone listening to me?!

I didn't do it! It wasn't me!

I didn't kill them!

Please!

We work in the dark.

We do what we can to battle the evil
that would otherwise destroy us.

But if a man's character is his fate,
this fight is not a choice but a calling.

Yet sometimes this burden
causes us to falter,...

..breaching the fragile
fortress of our mind,...

..allowing the monsters without
to turn within.

And we are left alone, staring
into the abyss,...

..into the laughing face of madness.

I made this!