All language subtitles for The x-files s07e11

They said the birds refused to sing
and the thermometer fell suddenly,

as if God himself
had his breath stolen away.

No one there dared speak aloud,
as much in shame as in sorrow.

They uncovered the bodies one by one.

The eyes of the dead were closed,
as if waiting for permission to open them.

Were they still dreaming
of ice cream and monkey bars?

Of birthday cake and
no future but the afternoon?

Or had their innocence
been taken along with their lives,

buried in the cold earth so long ago?

These fates seemed too cruel
even for God to allow.

Or are the tragic young born again
when the world's not looking?

I wanna believe so badly
in a truth beyond our own,

hidden and obscured from
all but the most sensitive eyes...

in the endless procession of souls,

in what cannot and will not be destroyed.

I want to believe we are unaware of
God's eternal recompense and sadness.

That we cannot see his truth.

That that which is born still lives
and cannot be buried in the cold earth.

but only waits to be born again
at God's behest.

where in ancient starlight we lay in repose.

Ed Truelove was 19 when
he committed his first murder.

He was working as a janitor
at an elementary school,

and they needed someone
to play Santa Claus.

He never got over the feelings it aroused.

He's admitted to all of it, Mulder -
24 separate murders.

But he refuses to take blame
for Amber Lynn LaPierre.

I was just handed
the preliminary forensics report.

Her body was not one of those
found in the graves.

Mulder, I know you wanted
to find her out there.

He's got hours of video of her.

I'm talking about your sister.

- I know that's who you're looking for.
- Yeah.

You don't know how badly
I wanted her to be in one of those graves.

As hard as it is to admit, I wanted to find her
here riding her bike like all these other kids.

I guess I just want it to be over.

Agent Mulder, Scully,
there's a Mr Harold Piller here to see you.

Mr Piller?

- Agent Mulder. Agent Scully.
- Do we know each other?

No, but I'm happy to meet you.
Hi. Harold Piller.

Mr Piller, are you pan of this investigation?

Yes, I hope to be.

- How can we help you?
- I was hoping to help you.

You're a police psychic.

My references are on the back.

I've gotten some strong hits off this case.

You're lookin' for a little girl,
but she's not among the dead.

Your suspect is going
to say he didn't kill her.

- Did he?
- No.

I think I can help find her.

Mr Piller, you have some
interesting references here.

You've worked with law enforcements
in Kashmir, India, Myanmar,

Afghanistan, Pakistan, Khyber Pass...

That was a train wreck, a horrible tragedy.

They called me in to locate the bodies
of seven unrecovered children.

- And did you recover them?
- I didn't recover them.

- But I explained what happened.
- What happened?

The children's bodies were
transported from the accident site

by a spiritual intervention -
what are known as walk-ins.

Thank you, Mr Piller,
but we have real work to be done.

I've studied this phenomenon
the world over,

at mud slides in Peru,
earthquakes in Uzbekistan...

Kids' bodies never found,
never accounted for in any other way.

What happened to them?

The bodies were transported
from the various sites in starlight.

Please excuse us. Mulder?

- Hm?
- Mulder, please.

What is it?

You have been through so much
in such a short time -

the death of your mother and the feelings
for your sister - you're vulnerable right now.

We still have a missing body,
Amber Lynn LaPierre. She may be alive.

But this man won't help us find her,
by his own admission.

It's not the first time
I've heard what he's saying,

about the intervention of walk-in spirits.

Kathy Lee Tencate mentioned it to me
in prison. She said that's what took her son.

Because it's foolproof, Mulder. Nobody
is gonna disprove it if there's no body.

That's exactly what this man does.

He gives a comforting
explanation at a wreck

or an earthquake that
everyone can live with,

but the fact is, the bodies are still buried.

Or maybe they are somewhere else.

Like your sister.

Mulder... you told me that all you wanted
was for this to be over.

I do. I do.

Well, then I'm going back to Washington.
There's nothing more to be done here.

- How long have you been doing this?
- A few years.

I have a son who disappeared...
under strange circumstances.

He's never been found.

And then one day I just, uh...
started to see them.

These walk-ins, you say
they come and take the children.

Why?

In almost every case, the parents had
a precognitive image of their child dead.

Horrible visions.

I believe what this is
is the work of good spirits...

foretelling their fates -
a fate the child was about to meet.

A particularly violent fate
that wasn't meant to be.

Which is why the spirits intervene,
transforming matter into pure energy.

Starlight.

But it's not what happened here.

- How do you know that?
- Because these children all died suffering,

pleading innocently for their lives.

These beautiful children,
so... trusting and pure.

I see them.

My God, why?

Why must some suffer and not others?

You see them.
Do you see Amber Lynn LaPierre?

She wasn't here. She never was.

But I'm sensing a connection
with her... to this place.

No. It's a connection to...

- It's a connection to you.
- How's that?

You lost someone close to you.

A young girl.

It happened... a long time ago.

Your sister.

There's a connection
between these girls, isn't there?

Between her and Amber Lynn?

What is the connection?

I don't know.

But we're going to find them. I'm sure of it.

I'm going to count
backwards now, Fox.

You'll fall into a deep relaxed state,

so that you remember all about
your sister and what happened.

100.

99.

98.

97.

96.

Where are you now, Fox?

I'm at home, my mom and dad's.

We're in the den, playin' a game.

Who are you there with?

- Samantha.
- Do you feel in any danger?

No. We're arguing, you know, but not really.
Just playin' a game, foolin' around.

By what I can tell from the tape, he seems
to be in a legitimate hypnotic state.

Pieces on the board are fallin' off, and...

Here, I became suspicious.

- Samantha?
- Suspicious of what?

In 30 years with the FBI,
you'd think you'd seen it all.

I sometimes think I have.

But this is just garden-variety
compensatory abduction fantasy.

Compensatory for what?

His guilt? His fear?

Everything that prevents him remembering
the truth about what happened that night.

You mean his sister wasn't abducted?

His sister definitely went missing in 1973.
That's not in dispute.

Agent Mulder, however,
wasn't regressed until 1989.

See, his delusion is playing
into his unconscious hope

that his sister is still alive.

And if you think about it,

his delusion has the effect
of giving him reason to pursue her.

But why alien abduction?

Close Encounters? ET? Who knows?

But there was probably a lot of imagery
collecting in his head in those 16 years.

And then he comes down here
and he finds the X-Files.

So what do you think
happened to his sister?

Well, in 1973, we were
pretty unsophisticated

about violent predatory crime.

My guess is she was kidnapped
in the house,

her body was disposed of, never found.

You think that his sister's dead?

Have you seen this file?

There was an extraordinary amount
of effort put into finding his sister.

The Treasury Department got involved.

His father worked at high level
in the government. They found nothing.

Why, Agent Scully? Why do you want
to bring all this back up now?

Someone owes it to Mulder.

Word of advice, me to you? Let it be.

There are some wounds that are
just too painful ever to be reopened.

Well, this particular wound
has never healed.

And Mulder deserves closure,
just like anyone.

Apes evolved from men?

- There's gotta be an answer.
- Don't look for it, Taylor.

You may not like what you find.

- What? What are you doing?
- I'm picking up something.

- It's three o'clock.
- There's someone here.

- Yeah, the TV is on.
- No. A visitor.

They... they wanna speak.
They wanna tell us something.

What?

Get a piece of paper.

And a pen.

No, you.

Shoot.

It's your mother.

She’s here in the room with us.

She's trying to speak to you.

What does she say?

She wants to tell you about your sister.

Where she is.

What is she saying?

- Harold?
- I don't know. I...

- She's gone.
- Come on, Harold.

- I lost her.
- That's crap. You're full of crap.

- No.
- Get out.

- I'm telling you...
- I never should've listened to you.

She was here. She had a message.

Please go.

Look!

Who wrote that?

You did.

- Mulder?
- Mulder, it's me.

I found something, and I'm standing here
not quite believing what it is.

- What is it?
- I don't know if you know this,

but there was a Treasury investigation
into Samantha's disappearance.

In 1973, I know all about that.

Well, I'm in your mother's house,

and I found a piece of a document
that she burnt.

A document that matches one that
I found in the Treasury investigation file.

- But she had the original.
- I don't see where you're going with this.

This is the document that effectively
calls off the search for your sister, Mulder.

And it's signed with the initials "CGBS".

CGB Spender, the Smoking Man.

He was involved with this back in '73.

That's not exactly a revelation.
He was a friend of my father's.

You told me you believe that
he's the man that killed your father.

That he's the man who's confounded
your work, come close to killing you.

Here, he's ordering people
to stop looking for your sister.

I don't see what you think this proves,
or how it will help me find her.

- You don't wanna press him?
- It's a dead end.

He's never been of any help
and he won't be of any help now.

Look, I'm pursuing this my own way,
all right? I gotta go.

Not exactly the end of the rainbow, is it?

There's something here.
I'm getting a strong sense of it.

- I think we should have a look.
- I've had a look.

What are you afraid of? That you'll really
find her? That you'd have to deal with it?

There's nothing here.
It's a decommissioned base.

You wrote the name down yourself.

Why do you care so much about what I feel?
Why is this so important?

You gentlemen need to move along. I ask
you to turn around and get back in your car.

There's nothin' to see here.

There is something here to see,
Agent Mulder. I'm sure of it.

Hello?

I should've grabbed it for you.

I like to make myself useful.

You can start by putting out that cigarette.

Got it all figured out,
don't you, Agent Scully?

All but why you can't just
come to the door and knock.

I did that.

No one answered.

You're sick.

I had an operation.

- What do you want?
- I want you to stop looking.

You've wanted that since 1973, when
you ended the search for Mulder's sister.

Your initials are on that document.

Yes, I signed that order.

Because I knew then what I know now -
no one's gonna find her.

- Why not?
- Because I believe she's dead.

- No reason to believe otherwise.
- You're a liar.

If you knew that she was dead,
why didn't you say earlier?

There was so much to protect before.
It's all gone now.

So you just let Mulder
believe that she was alive?

Out of kindness, Agent Scully.

Allow him his ignorance.
It's what gives him hope.

My sister was here?

Yes.

In one of these houses, Where?

I've lost it, whatever it was.

Which house, Harold?
Come on, which house?

- I don't know.
- We don't have all night. Which house?

Let's go, Harold.

You were right. This was the house.

- How do you know?
- Look.

I told you! What did I tell you?

You told me she was here.
You didn't say with who.

When did you come up
with this story, Mulder?

Yesterday, you said that
the Smoking Man wasn't involved.

You were right. He had every reason
to call off the hunt for my sister.

After her abduction,
she was returned to him.

He raised her at the military base,
along with his son Jeffrey Spender.

- Mulder...
- Scully, I saw her name in the cement.

Her hand prints right next to his.

Mulder, I spoke to him... the Smoking Man,
CGB Spender, whatever his name is...

You went to him?

He told me that she was dead.

Well... he's a liar.

Mulder, why would he lie now? I mean,
think about it. It hurts me to tell you this.

The hand prints prove he's a liar!

I saw her hand prints in the cement.

Her name, Samantha,
right underneath them.

How more obvious can it be? Harold Piller
led me there. He led me right to 'em.

Oh, he led you, Mulder. He led you
from the moment that he met you.

- Something wrong?
- Sit down, Harold.

Hi. You're back.

Scully has informed me that you failed
to mention something when we met.

What?

That you're currently
the subject of a criminal investigation

into the murder of your son.

My son was taken from me.
The police need someone to blame.

That's not all, Harold.
Your history of mental illness.

You were institutionalized,
with schizophrenia.

I've got that under control.

You wouldn't have believed me
if I'd told you any of that.

- Look what I've shown you.
- You only tell me what you see.

I came to you because I wanna help.

You think I'm a fraud.
What do I have to gain from this?

How am I any different from you?
All I want is to find my son.

I... I just... I just want my little boy back.

I see these things. I don't know how,
but... there has got to be a reason.

And if it's not to help, what is it?

I know your sister is out there.

Maybe I can prove it to you.

Whoever's lived here
hasn't lived here in a long time.

- We're gonna need to hold hands.
- What do you mean?

I am going to try and summon
their presence into the house.

Oh, yay. A seance.
I haven't done that since high school.

Maybe afterwards we can play
postman and spin-the-bottle.

I'm not gonna say anything.
I'm just gonna be very quiet and still.

That's how it seems to work best.

Urn, you might experience a sudden chill
or... feel a... pressure in your ears.

That means they're here. And if they need
to, they'll let themselves be seen.

Close your eyes, and let them come to you.

They will come to you,
if you're ready to see.

- How will we know?
- Shh.

Stay quiet. You'll know.

Mulder?

- What are you doing?
- It's here,

- What is?
- There was a boy. He led me into this room.

Mulder?

It's a diary.

It's your sister's.

"They did more tests today,
but not the horrible kind."

"I was awake and they made me lay still...

while they shined lights in my eyes."

"They asked me questions,
but I always lie now,

tell them what they want to hear,
just to make them stop."

"I hate them and I hate
the way they treat me -

like I'm an old suitcase
they can just drag around and open up

whenever they want to."

"They know I hate them,
but they don't even care."

This is 1979.

She's 14 years old here.

14 years old.

"Sometimes I think my memories were
taken by the doctors, but not all of them."

"I remember faces. I think I had a brother...

with brown hair, who used to tease me."

"I hope... some day he reads this

and knows I wish
I could see his face for real."

And then, uh...

She's, uh... talking about running away.

She wants to run away,
so that they stop doing the tests.

And then it just stops.

Let's get outta here.

I never stop to think... that the light
is billions of years old by the time we see it.

From the beginning of time...
right past us into the future.

Nothing as ancient in the universe.

Maybe they are souls, Scully...

traveling through time with starlight...

lookin' for homes.

God, I wonder what my mother saw.

I wonder what she was tryin' to tell me.

Get some sleep.

All right.

I got it. I couldn't believe it when I saw it.
It was like it was looking for me.

- Sergeants blotter, 1979.
- What are you talking about?

- The description matches your sister.
- When did you find this?

Mulder, it's almost noon.

Maybe she used another name.

She could have given them
a name other than her own.

She didn't give a name at all.

Read this. It's a medical report.

Admittance notes say the ER nurses
couldn't get a name out of her.

Neither could the cops.

Medical examination is normal.

Her mental state: it says here
she was exhibiting signs of paranoia.

"Evidence of probable self-inflicted abuse,

including small crescent-shaped scars
on her knees, wrists and chest."

Those are from the tests, Scully.

That's her. She was here,
14 years old, in this hospital.

"Diagnosis of condition incomplete.
Tests unavailable."

And he knew.

He lied. He knew she was alive.

And the only reason he's lying now
is because she's still alive.

Wait.

Oh, I know - you don't
want me to get my hopes up.

That was 1979. It was 21 years ago.
I don't even know where to begin.

And we don't even have a record here
of a doctor signing her out.

We have an ER nurse who signed her in.

What's wrong?

I have this powerful feeling,
and I can't explain it,

but that... this is the end of the road.

That I've been brought here
to learn the truth.

Are you ready for it?

Do you want me to go talk to her myself?

OK.

- I thought that was the door.
- Arbutus Ray?

Yes?

The Arbutus Ray who was a nurse at the
Dominic Savio Memorial Hospital in 1979?

Yes, I'm she.

I'd like to ask you about a patient
you treated, a 14-year-old girl.

I remember. Yes.

She was such a pretty young girl.
You couldn't forget someone like her.

Or how frightened she was,
scared for her sweet life.

Deputy brought her in,
she was shaking like a leaf.

Wouldn't let anyone touch her but me.

Then the strangest thing happened.

You had a vision of her, dead.

Like the parents of Amber Lynn LaPierre.

No one believed me.

Honestly, you're the first person who...

- So you saw her dead?
- That night, in her bed.

I blinked and it was gone.
She was sleeping as sound as could be.

I don't know why,
but... it made some kind of strange sense.

What do you mean?

There were men.
They came to pick her up late that night.

I assumed the one was her father, but he
gave me such a chill when he looked at me,

when I asked him would he
please put out his cigarette.

So they took her?

They meant to.

But when I took them to her room...
she was gone.

Disappeared out of a locked room.

Just vanished.

Samantha.

Mulder, where did you go?

End of the road.

He's OK. It's OK.

My son? You saw my son?

He's dead. They're all dead, Harold.

- Your son, Amber Lynn, my sister...
- No.

Harold, you see so much.
But you refuse to see him.

You refuse to let him go.
But you have to let him go now, Harold.

He's protected. He's in a better place.

They're all in a better place.
We both have to let go.

You're wrong. I'm going to find him.

I don't believe you!

Mulder, what happened?

Are you sure you're all right?

I'm fine.

I'm free.

I made this!