All language subtitles for The x-files s07e20

- I hope we're not bothering you.
- I'm just...

- We won't take up much of your time.
- I'm waiting for a call.

We're all waiting, ma'am,
for the good Lord to call in his flock.

From the cable TV people.

I'm just moving in. God bless.

Good afternoon.
I hope... we're not bothering...

- Yes?
- You're...

- Weren't you...
- Didn't we just...

- Didn't you just what?
- Speak to you.

Excuse me?

We just spoke to a woman who...
could have been your twin.

- What are you talking about?
- Down the street, moving in.

- Your spitting image.
- You won't believe it when you see her.

- Ma'am?
- Go away!

Get outta here!

- Betty Templeton?
- Yes?

FBI. We'd like to ask about an incident,
a possible religious hate crime in your area.

I just moved in yesterday.
I don't know about any incident.

We have two young men in the car
who say you do know something.

Oh, my God.

Those are the boys that were here
yesterday. What happened?

They beat each other
to within an inch of their lives

after visiting the home of a woman
living a few blocks over.

What woman?

A woman who, by both young men's
accounts, fits your description.

She, uh... lives around here?

Are you a practitioner of the occult?

Wicca? Voodoo? Satanism?
The black art of bodily bilocation?

Me? No.

You know what they say.
Everyone has a twin out there somewhere.

No, we don't know what they say.

If someone fits my description,
why not talk to her?

We went over to the house, but it's empty.
No one lives there.

Frankly, we're not even sure she exists.

This is an FBI fleet sedan
from our Kansas City field office

requisitioned by two seasoned agents there.

Driven into a tree at 43 miles an hour
by the female agent

in a novel effort to kill her male counterpart.

Now, you might think I'm gonna
suggest psychokinesis - PK -

someone or something controlling the
agents with remote mind-bending power.

But it's not?

Both agents sustained critical injuries,
their stories eerily similar,

as if they'd temporarily lost control of
their minds, unable to alter their behaviour.

You may think that I'm gonna say
it's past lives unresolved

or fate stalking the agents like an animal.

- But you're not?
- No.

These agents had worked together

for seven years previously
without any incident.

Seven years?

Yeah, but they are not romantically
involved, if that's what you're thinking.

Not even I would be so far-fetched.

You have any ideas, Scully? Any thoughts?

What I'm thinking, Mulder,
is how familiar this seems.

Playing Watson to your Sherlock, you
dangling clues out in front of me one by one.

It's a game, and... and as usual
you're holding something back from me.

You're not telling me
something about this case.

OK, so these agents
were investigating something.

Something much like what
they themselves were almost killed by.

Something they came into contact with.

A third party.

Two third parties.

Twins.

Relatives.

Doppelganger.

A corporeal likeness that appears
unbidden from the spirit world.

the sight of which presages
one's own death.

Or... a double conjured into the world
by a technique called bilocation

which in psychological terms represents
the person's secret desires and impulses

committing acts that the real person
cannot commit himself.

Or herself.

Mulder, the slide, please.

Yes!

Don't go thinkin'
I'm gonna start doin' the autopsies.

Excuse me. Hi.
I applied for the sales job you posted.

- Ah, yeah. I remember. How could I forget?
- Excuse me?

There's a problem with your application,
as I recall, Miss...

Pfeiffer. Are you sure?

Lulu Pfeiffer. Yes.

You reside at 15527 Morton Bay Street?

- Not any longer. I've moved.
- You moved?

Yes, and I don't have my new address yet.

Actually, that's what's sending up
the red flag.

You move a lot,
and there's also your employment history.

17 jobs in 17 states in the past three years.

You have as many jobs here
as you have addresses.

I had a restless streak.

The copy business takes
a motivated person.

I'm an extremely versatile employee,
as you can see by my résumé.

What I can tell is
you've left a variety of jobs.

Mongolian-barbecue chef,
high-rise window washer.

wild-animal trainer, palm reader.

- Yes, but I am on a career path now.
- Hey, what's going on here?

- All my copies are black.
- My machine's goin' crazy.

Who's running this place?

I can start you immediately. There's
a clean uniform in the employee washroom.

That's quite a string of positions
you've had, Miss... Templeton.

17 jobs in the last three years.

I would have listed more
but there wasn't any room left.

17's plenty, believe me.

My former employers
will only give the highest references.

It's not your references.
It's the jobs themselves.

Mongolian-barbecue chef, high-rise
window washer... wild-animal trainer?

I'm a highly versatile employee.

What guarantee do I have that
you won't just up and quit tomorrow?

You have my personal word on it.
I'm here in Kansas City to stay.

- Who is it?
- Mr Zupanic, it's the FBI.

- Excuse me?
- It's the FBI, Mr Zupanic. Open up.

Give me a minute.

- Bert Zupanic?
- Yeah?

We're hoping you can help us find
a woman we think you're familiar with.

- Betty Templeton.
- I don't know no Betty Templeton.

Maybe you should take another look
at that photograph, Mr Zupanic.

Five foot three, red hair.

Maybe I can jog your memory.

Are you still pleading ignorance,
Mr Zupanic?

Is that not you in last year's
Fourth of July parade?

Yeah.

- And who's that sitting next to you?
- Her.

Try Betty Templeton.

We can't find her.
She seems to have left town in a hurry.

- She did?
- Mm-hm.

Didn't she used to live
on Morton Bay in a pink house?

Alderwood. Blue house.

0n Alderwood?

Mr Zupanic, do you have
any reason to be lying to us?

No, sir. I mean ma'am.

Thank you, Mr Zupanic.
I have no doubt we'll be in touch with you.

Know what I'm thinking?

That he not only knows Betty Templeton
and where we can find her

but that he is hip to whatever she's into,

and that I should look at that house
on Morton Bay Street

while you find out from Mr Zupanic

what it is he's clearly hiding
about Betty Templeton.

I'm thinkin' that Bert Zupanic really
truly doesn't know Betty Templeton.

Well, I guess that's why
they put the "I" in the FBI.

Give me a double, Freddy.

Thought you were in training, Bert, my man.

Would you just pour?

Nice outfit.

Freddy, Fire in the Hole.

Seven and Seven for the lady,
and make it stiff.

Oh, my God!

- How did you do that?
- Do what?

How did you know my drink?

I feel like you're lookin' right through me.

Like you're readin' my soul like a book.

Maybe you've had enough of that.
You are in trouble, aren't you?

I don't know.

I could be.

- What kind of trouble are you lookin' for?
- You don't want to go home tonight, OK?

It just so happens
I don't got a home to go to.

Anyway...

I'm Betty Templeton.

Alderwood Avenue.

My God.

I'm shakin'.

Betty Templeton.

That's perfect.

Hey, Scully!

I want you to meet a buddy of mine.
This is Mr Argyle Sapersteen.

- Stein.
- Saperstein. Excuse me.

Ma'anish ta na.

- This is my partner, Dana Scully.
- A pleasure and an honour.

So I take it from your posture,
Mulder, you've solved this case.

I have narrowed down the search for our
perpetrator with the help of Mr Saperstein.

- Narrowed it down to where?
- Right down there.

Our mystery woman is indeed involved with
Zupanic, the man we spoke to at his hotel,

who will be fighting here two days hence,
with the woman undoubtedly in attendance.

- Bert Zupanic is a boxer?
- A wrestler. Semipro.

So we wait around Kansas City for a couple
of days until we can talk to this woman?

Well, there's lots to do here,
and the barbecue's second to none, right?

Plus Mr Saperstein's gonna show me
some smack-down moves

so I can quit gettin' my ass
kicked so often, right?

And there's an art exhibit
that traces the influence of Soviet art

on the American pop culture, right?

Unless, of course,
you've already found Betty Templeton.

Finding Betty Templeton won't solve this
case, and not unless we find Lulu Pfeiffer.

- Who's Lulu Pfeiffer?
- Our doppelganger.

Who lived, until yesterday,
in a pink house on Morton Bay Street,

but she's not a manifestation, she's real.

So is the path of destruction
she's left in her wake.

Though there seems to be
no connection between them,

Betty Templeton and Lulu Pfeiffer have
traveled city to city across 17 US states,

one alternately trailing the other
for the past 12 years,

and wherever they have been,
mayhem has followed.

Damn.

It's not just car accidents
and fist fights, Mulder.

It's house fires and explosions,
and even riots.

The lady knows her stuff.

Shalom aleichem.

Yeah. Your mama.

- Hello?
- Where's my money?

- I got it and I'm bringin' it.
- Yeah, that's what I heard last night.

- Now you got the feds on your ass.
- What?

- Maybe I should cancel the fight.
- I'm bringin' the money, OK? I'm bringin' it.

I'm havin' lunch at Froggy's.
No money, no fight, Titanic.

- In trouble or something?
- I'm just...

- I gotta be somewhere, OK?
- Why? What time is it?

Oh, God! I'm gonna be late for work.

You were incredible.

Why do I find myself so wildly
attracted to you, Bert Zupanic?

You just can't help yourself, baby.

Where were you last night?

- Where was I?
- Yeah.

- Well...
- You said meet me for a drink.

- That's what you said.
- I was there and I was waiting on you.

- Are you two-timing me. Bert?
- How can you say that?

You're my good-luck charm.

Who is she?

- Who is she?
- You do not wanna get in the ring with me!

Honey, listen. Come on, baby.
There's nobody under there.

You're acting crazy, sweetie.

Hey, I know this hairpin.

Oh.

I can explain that.

You lovable lug, Bert Zupanic.

I'm sorry, baby. This is mine.

- Of course it is.
- I just get so jealous.

Forgive me?

I forgive you. I'm in training.
You gotta work. You're late.

- I'm just so wildly attracted to you.
- Hey, listen.

- Looks and charm, what's not to love?
- There's a lot to love.

- I know.
- But...

- No. You have to go.
- Will you call me at least?

You bet. I'm on the phone now, OK?

Bert, did I hear voices?

Voices? I didn't hear any voices.

Oh!

Where's the Titanic?

- What?
- Your boyfriend, the wrestler.

Wow, talk about moves.
I can't believe it. We barely just met.

- He's supposed to meet me here.
- He's coming here?

He'd better be,
if he wants that fight Saturday.

I better go freshen up a little.
I was just coming in for lunch.

Zupanic, hey.

Thought you were a no-show.
Talking to your girlfriend.

My girlfriend?

Holy sugar.

- Now, how did she do that?
- Do what?

I just saw her. I swear.
I just saw her go to the can.

She just went to the can?

Ten seconds ago.

- What are you doing here?
- I have a business meeting.

- Why don't I meet you outside in the park?
- I was just gonna get some lunch.

- Perfect. We'll have a picnic.
- A picnic? We never do that.

Oh, yeah.

Now...

Bert?

I have a little business to attend to, sweetie.

- You got more than that to attend to.
- Hey, Bert, I only got an hour...

Mr Zupanic?

What happened?

There was an incident.

You were struck by flying glass.

Did you lose something?

Yeah. My good luck.

Would that be Betty or Lulu, Mr Zupanic?

Cos they're the ones who caused this
and they'll do it again if we can't find them.

Where are they, Mr Zupanic?

Excuse me.

- FBI.
- Can I help you?

Yes, I'm looking for... that girl.

Betty.

This man's from the FBI.

- Betty Templeton?
- I'm just getting off work.

- Could we maybe talk some other time?
- I think we both know why I'm here.

- It's her fault!
- Lulu Pfeiffer.

She follows me around
trying to ruin my life.

I'm not gonna let her ruin it this time.
It's either me or her.

I don't wanna leave Kansas.

- Scully.
- I found her at Koko's Copy Center.

- Betty Templeton?
- Yeah.

She says that Lulu Pfeiffer's
trying to ruin her life.

- She follows her wherever she goes.
- Lulu Pfeiffer works at Koko's too.

That's what Lulu says about Betty,
except she says this is the end of the line.

- That she's not leaving Kansas.
- That's exactly what Betty said.

- What's going on here?
- I don't know, Scully.

You run this show. You tell me.

I think that this is more
than just physical proximity.

I think that these women have
some kind of a psychic connection.

No... Sherlock.

Hey, Scully, where's Lulu?

She just took off, Mulder.
She left work and she drove away.

She isn't driving a little blue convertible?

That's exactly what she's driving.

Oh, crap.

- Can I help you?
- Yes. I'm looking for someone.

He was here speaking to an employee
and I can't seem to reach him.

- Tall guy, dark hair?
- Yeah.

- He left.
- And you don't know where he went?

- Couldn't say.
- OK.

However, I can tell you we have
a two-for-one copy discount in effect.

How about Internet access?

Right this way.

- Is he in there?
- Sleepin'.

- Can you wake him up for me?
- Sure?

- It's important.
- Will you two shut up or go away?!

Mr Damphouse?

The sound of your voice is like
a jackhammer on my eardrums!

Mr Damphouse, I'm Special Agent
Dana Scully with the FBI.

What's so special about you?!

It's an FBI title, sir.

I know it is. I'm not stupid!

If you'll let me explain why I'm here,

we might be able to get you to bed
a little bit sooner.

Ah!

What a relief!

Through matching-up of documents
I have been able to compile on the Internet,

and by comparing time
and space and circumstance

and applying the law of averages...

They could electrocute me quicker!

I believe that you may be
the father of two daughters.

I'm no father!

Using documents filed
by a sperm bank in Sparta, Illinois,

and by the mothers who may have been
impregnated by your donation...

I Yankee Doodled into a plastic cup!

Be that as it may, sir, it is very likely
that you are the biological father

and it is very important,
for their safety and the safety of others,

that we get as much information about your
parents and anything about your family tree

that may explain the reactions
caused by these two girls.

A big, ugly dog lifted its leg
on my family tree.

- Make room for Daddy!
- Shut up, you fat ox!

Hello.

You aren't answering your phone?

I'm just screening my calls.

You sleep with me once
and now you're avoiding me?

I got big trouble, baby.

I got just one shot left
at the big time. Just one.

But you got your match tonight.
Your name's up on the marquee!

I've lost my financin'.

- You're my good luck, baby.
- I am?

It was my good luck to meet you
and if you could just...

if you could help the Titanic find a way...

- Find a way?
- They say I'm old. I'm washed up.

All I want's a shot.

If I don't get the money
I'm gonna lose my chance.

Maybe I can.

You're not answering your phone?

Lulu?

Someone else you were expecting?

Well?

Baby, I got trouble. I got big trouble.

Mulder?

- Yeah.
- Where have you been?

Seeing a side of Kansas City
few men have the privilege to see.

- What happened to you?
- I got sucked into a storm drain.

A more pressing question is what happened
to Betty Templeton and Lulu Pfeiffer?

I don't know, but I have been able
to locate the nature of their connection.

Both women are non-fraternal siblings
from the same father.

- You've located him?
- Yeah. He's here in the state pen.

When is all this yammering gonna stop?

And he's given you insight?

The biggest thing I can figure out right now

is he's probably the angriest man
in the world.

Not as angry as the women are gonna be

when they both realize
they're in love with Bert Zupanic.

- They're both after him?
- That's why they're staying in Kansas City.

If they're the reason
it doesn't explain what's happening,

what's causing the phenomenon
or how we're gonna make it stop.

You're the one
who’s supposed to have all the answers.

Somebody's gotta get to that fight
and keep those women apart

or else this time the...
is going to hit the fans.

Well, hi.

Mr Zupanic?

You said you'd have my money.

I'll have it. I swear I will.

I'll call off the damn fight, Titanic. I'll have
these people cursing your damn name.

I'm telling you it'll be here.

Don't worry. I promise.

Bert!

Bert.

I got it.

How 'bout ya, buddy?

Let's get ready to rumble.

Oh, baby. I knew you wouldn't let me down.

It's you and me. All the way.

Ladies and gentlemen,
get out your seats and on your feets

for our own hometown boy gone bad...

Bert "the Titanic" Zupanic!

Titanic!

- Oh, yeah!
- Let's take 'em, baby!

Let's take 'em, baby!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Come on!

Titanic!

Betty Templeton.

My name is Fox Mulder. I'm with the FBI.
Can you come with me?

I'm watching the fight.

Don't make me have to remove you, ma'am.

I can't believe this.

- What are you doing here?
- What are you doing here?

- I'm Bert's good luck.
- He's mine.

Over my dead body!

Stop it! Stop it! You're goin' down, lady!

I'm gonna kick your butt from here to
Tuesday! Stick a fork in you, you're done!

Hi, baby.

- Betty.
- Bert, keep it up! I love you, baby!

- Bert. I got the money.
- Lulu?

Kick his butt, Bert.

Lulu.

No! Bert!

Oh, my.

Oh, my God.

What?

Why...

50 million anonymous donations
have been made to sperm banks in the US.

Most have produced healthy offspring
for single mothers

or fertility-challenged couples

while some of them have not.

Bert Zupanic and his non-fraternal
biological sibling,

both small-time bank robbers,
part-time pro wrestlers,

both with too many
idiosyncratic behaviourisms to list,

stood a 27-million-to-one chance
of ever meeting, but they did.

Damn, those are some odds.

Betty Templeton and Lulu Pfeiffer,
with different mothers but the same father -

an angry drifter now doing time
for counterfeiting -

chanced to meet 12 years ago,

but couldn't seem to avoid each other's
compulsiver identical mannerisms,

mannerisms attributable
to their perpetually angry father.

Mm. What does it all mean?

I've been thinking hard about that.

I would like to say it has to do
with balance in the universe,

the attraction of opposites
and the repulsion of equivalents,

or that, overtime, nature produces
only so many originals,

that when two original copies meet
that the result is often unpredictable.

If four should meet, the result is...

Well, suffice to say it's better just
to avoid these encounters altogether

and at all costs.

I think Agent Mulder would agree with me.

Mm-hm.

Mm.

I made this!