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I know who that is.

50 bucks says that's Lukesh.

A hundred says he knows we're here.

It's him. Let's take him.

Let him get to the mailbox.

It's Lukesh.

I don't need him opening the mailbox to prove it.

Patience, Agent Doggett.

We got an agent alone with a psycho

who likes cutting out women's tongues...

a guy known for his vanishing act.

We got the block surrounded.

He isn't vanishing anywhere.

And your partner volunteered.

Now...

open 4-D.

Agent Reyes,

stand by.

What the hell is this?

Monica, don't.

Agent Reyes,

keep your distance.

Don't let him see you following.

Monica, where are you?

Back stairwell.

I lost sight of him.

I think he might be here.

No. Oh, no.

Agent down!

Back stairwell!

Get EMS here now!

Doggett, he's got her gun!

Erwin Lukesh!

Federal agent!

Turn around, you son of a bitch.

Back here!

Hey.

So this is how the uptown crowd lives, huh?

This is it. Moving on up.

So, is there anything really heavy that I can move for you?

A dresser, a fridge?

No, but thank you, John.

You just missed the movers.

You don't say.

I brought you a housewarming gift.

Hot dogs?

Polish sausage.

It's the best in the city.

There's a little stand a couple blocks over on M Street.

You'll be able to walk to it.

Wow.

Try one.

Mmm. Like I'm back in Gdansk.

Let me get some plates.

Plates? For crying out loud.

Who eats Polish sausage with plates?

Hello.

Agent Reyes, it's A.D. Skinner.

Yes, sir.

There's no easy way to say this.

I'm sorry to do it over the phone.

What is it?

It's Doggett.

He's been found in an alley off Dillon Park.

He's been shot.

I'm sorry. What did you say?

They're taking him to Washington Memorial.

Agent?

Sir, what you're saying is...

Agent Reyes?

Agent Reyes?

Excuse me.

Monica.

Brad?

Skinner called you, too?

He's staying at the crime scene.

I'm sorry.

I've been put in charge of the investigation.

I promise you... it's my top priority...

I will find the person who did this.

I just need to find out

why your partner was in that alley this morning.

He wasn't!

He was with me, at my apartment.

He was with me when Skinner called me.

I'm not sure I'm following.

Monica, I'm so sorry.

Agent Doggett is just coming out of surgery.

They're moving him to the ICU.

How's it look?

If he pulls through this,

it's likely that he'll be paralyzed for life.

I haven't understood one single word I've heard

since I got here.

Whoever you're talking about, it's not John Doggett.

You found the bullet.

Nine-millimeter slug.

Found it in the alley lodged in a wall.

Most likely from a SIG Sauer P226 or 228.

Possibly FBI-issue.

I know what you're thinking,

but this didn't come from Doggett's weapon.

Ballistics don't match, and his gun was never fired.

Assistant Director?

I'd appreciate case updates in a timely fashion.

For instance, this bullet...

how long have you had it? An hour?

Two?

Thereabouts.

It's just that we need to keep the lines of communication open.

That's all I'm asking, okay?

I want this slug run through

our database of FBI-issue pistols.

Like I told you,

the round didn't come from Doggett's weapon.

You're not saying another agent could have done this?

Just run it, please.

I just...

I don't understand how any of this is possible.

He was with me, Dana, in my apartment.

How can this be?

I saw something once.

It's only been the last of couple years

that I've fully come to terms with it.

In '94, my father passed away.

And that night, I think...

that very moment that it happened,

he came to me.

I like to believe that he came to say good-bye.

A visitation.

I think that's wonderful...

a blessing...

but that's not what happened to me.

Scully.

It's me. Is Reyes with you?

Yes, she's here. We're both still at the hospital.

I need you to bring her to the Sixth District Police Station.

I'm on my way there myself.

What's this about?

I'll tell you when you get there.

What's going on?

Agent Reyes, would you mind stepping inside, please?

Hi, Monica.

Have a seat.

I wanted you and I

to have a chance to talk alone,

clear a few things up... a few details of your story.

My "story"?

Well, your assertion

that you were with Agent Doggett when he was shot.

What is this?

Just wait.

Is that a true statement?

Yes.

I mean... no, I wasn't with Agent Doggett

when he was shot, but I was with him

at the time A.D. Skinner called to tell me he'd been shot.

Look, Monica...

you know how I feel, you know I'm on your side,

but give me something here.

Give me some mitigating reason

for what you're trying to cover up.

I'm going to put a stop to this.

What are you saying to me, Brad?

Why are you saying these things?

We've checked and rechecked the ballistics tests.

The bullet that hit Doggett came from your gun.

And furthermore,

we have an eyewitness...

one who's placed you at the scene.

Is that why I'm here...

in this room, so you can make an I.D.?

Agent Reyes, I'm going to have to ask you

for your FBI identification and your gun.

Who's there?!

Who's back there?!

We appreciate your cooperation, sir.

Anything I can do to help.

Smart touch... posting a guard

to make sure I don't finish the job.

Do you really believe I did this?

No. But it doesn't matter what I believe.

You may still be arrested.

So what are they waiting for?

Follmer's case has a couple of potential holes.

For starters, there's the fact that when I called you,

you were at home... 14 miles from the crime scene.

Plus, there's the condition of your gun.

It hadn't been fired.

However, the bullet

does match your gun... perfectly.

It doesn't make any sense.

None of it.

What about the eyewitness?

What can you tell me about him?

You know we can't discuss that.

Look.

Oh, my God. John?

Is he conscious?

I don't know.

It could just be a muscle spasm.

It's not uncommon with this type of spinal injury.

No, it's not a spasm.

What is it?

It's Morse code.

What did he say?

"Lukesh."

What? What does that mean?

Who's there?

Is somebody there?

Erwin, is that you?

Who else would it be, Mama?

I thought maybe robbers.

God, I thought something terrible had happened to you.

You were gone so long.

I was gone two hours and six minutes.

I'm back at noon, just like I told you.

I was so scared.

Could you bring me a glass of Clamato

with two squirts of Texas Pete

and two ice cubes?

God, I was all alone,

and I heard the knob rattle.

Somebody was rattling the knob.

It was the robbers, I just know it was.

I don't know how I got through it.

I was so scared.

Like sands through the hourglass,

so are the Days of Our Lives.

My show is on.

Could you make me my hot sandwich

so that I could eat my sandwich

while I watch my show?

What kind of sandwich is it?

Potted meat.

I don't think I like that.

Have I had it before?

Many times.

You love it.

I should be at the hospital.

Scully will call if he regains consciousness.

Either way, I should be there.

Agent, you're still under investigation.

Not to mention I will be, too,

if it's ever found out that I showed you this.

"Erwin Timothy Lukesh."

Have you ever seen him before?

Patient at the State Psychiatric Hospital

"at Gaithersburg.

"Diagnosed with a delusional disorder,

"anger subtype, which presented itself

shortly after the suicide death of this father."

After four months, he was deemed fit for release.

He lives with his invalid mother

in an apartment adjacent to the crime scene.

What's the story he's telling?

That he heard a bang,

went downstairs to investigate

and that he saw you exit the alley.

This is the one person we know was in the vicinity

at the time of the shooting.

Why would Doggett say his name?

You think Lukesh shot Doggett?

What if Doggett was investigating Lukesh?

What if Lukesh is somehow behind all this?

Skinner.

It's Follmer. Do you recall our discussion of yesterday

where I asked you to keep me up to date?

I do.

Really?

And yet it's like we never even had it.

I'm at Washington Memorial.

I'm assuming you're with our prime suspect.

Bring her.

She's going to talk to Agent Doggett.

Oh, the gang's all here.

How is he?

Fully conscious.

We set up a communication device

designed for spinal injury victims.

Speaking with him should be much easier.

Just so we're clear,

you'll ask only the questions I want asked.

You're not to try to shade his testimony in any way.

If you're so concerned,

why let Reyes talk to him in the first place?

Because he says he won't talk to anyone but you.

He didn't mention you two.

John.

Hey, there.

That's right.

You're alive.

As if there were ever any doubt.

Why am I alive?

Is that what you're asking?

I'm fine, John.

Why wouldn't I be?

Have him say who shot him.

My throat wasn't cut, John.

What do you mean?

Wiggle your finger if you feel anything.

Any sensation at all?

Pain?

Tingling?

Okay. That's enough for today.

We'll see if you can do any better tomorrow.

You kiss your mother with that mouth?

It's coming along.

It's nowhere, basically.

There's so much that's impossible to reconcile.

You say I was on a stakeout with you.

I say you were at my apartment bringing me...

John... do you know a little stand on M Street,

supposed to be really good hot dogs?

John, what if we were both right?

What if you were at my apartment

and I was on a stakeout with you

at the exact same time?

What would it take for that to be true?

Except maybe we do.

Maybe all of us do.

You've heard of the idea of a parallel universe...

one that's identical, or nearly identical to our own,

one in which we all have a double.

It's theoretical physics, but...

what if it's real?

You said yourself, Erwin Lukesh was known

for his impossible escapes.

You said that in the alley,

you looked away only for an instant

and he was gone.

Back here!

And then somehow he was behind you,

and he shot you.

With my gun... my gun that never left

my possession that entire afternoon.

What if Lukesh can pass freely

from one parallel world to the other?

Like... like he's opening a door.

And what if somehow you followed him through that door

without even knowing it?

Maybe when you followed Lukesh into this world, my...

...my Doggett got forced out.

My Doggett would have called that crazy, too,

but give me another theory that fits.

I'm kind of confused as to why I'm back.

I already told you everything I know.

We just had a few little, uh... inconsistencies

that we needed to clear up.

Sure.

Dot the "I"s, cross the "T"s.

Yeah, here's an odd one

for starters.

We have an eyewitness that says you shot Agent John Doggett.

Well, that's surprising.

I can't imagine who would have said that.

Agent Doggett.

Yeah, he's regained consciousness.

He's very chatty.

Among other things, he says that...

you're a murderer.

That you enjoy killing women

with a straight razor

and cutting out their tongues.

Yeah.

Wow.

What a corker.

Mr. Lukesh...

would you consent to a GSR test?

GSR? What is that?

It can reveal whether or not someone

recently fired a gun.

You wouldn't mind indulging us, would you?

I don't know.

I think I'd have to talk to my lawyer about that.

Look.

My heart goes out to your Agent Doggett,

but he's confused.

It's clear to me

that your female agent, Ms. Reyes, is responsible

for this terrible tragedy.

Is there someone who can corroborate your story?

No.

What about your mother?

I mean, you live with your mother, right?

She was sleeping.

She wouldn't have heard anything.

Huh.

Well, still, maybe she can tell us something.

Would she be willing to come down here and talk to us?

My mother's in poor health.

She... she gets confused easily.

Oh, we can go to her.

I won't have you harassing her just because

you're afraid to admit that one of your people did this.

Now, if you're going to arrest me...

...do it.

Otherwise, I'm going home.

Say hi to Mama.

Agent Reyes, right?

What's the matter?

Cat got your tongue?

How do you do it?

You know what I'm talking about, don't you?

There's this world,

and there's the world where you live out your sick fantasies.

When did it start?

Was it after your breakdown in '95?

All that anger.

It's buttoned up so tight,

had nowhere else to go.

It had to get released.

Not here, but in a world just like this one.

God, I enjoyed you.

You bled just like a pig.

Reyes?

You all right?

Mama, I'm home.

Mama, you want your Clamato?

Mama?

Have you been out of bed?

Mama?

You don't tell me things, Erwin.

I tell you things.

You sneak out of the house all night.

You leave me alone all by myself,

and then you think I don't know.

Well, I know.

I know... every time.

What is it that you do, Erwin,

that you don't tell me?

I don't.

I don't do that.

I don't know what you mean.

Why is that in my house?

I opened the drawer and it gave me a heart attack.

I don't even know how I even picked it up

without it going off

and killing me.

I was so scared.

Mama.

I don't know how it got there.

If you won't tell me...

you can tell the FBI, that's it.

Yes, the FBI has left three messages.

They want to talk to me.

Can you imagine, Erwin?

Why would the FBI want to talk to me?

What are you doing?

Aren't you even going to listen?

Are you going to talk to them?

Well, of course I am.

It's the FBI.

Mama.

Oh, don't turn on the waterworks, mister.

That's not going to wash.

I'm the one who's being lied to.

Erwin...

what are you doing?

Erwin, what are you doing?

Erwin!

Did not.

Anyway, that's what you get for hiring cheap help.

Thinking about what?

How?

Bad joke.

My theory is sound?

You don't believe a word of it, John.

Never in a million years would you believe.

This has nothing to do with my theory.

I would do anything for you.

Anything but that.

Reyes.

It's Skinner. Are you okay?

Yes, sir, I'm fine.

I can't say the same for Miriam Lukesh.

What happened?

She's dead.

It's the exact M.O. Doggett described.

Most likely a straight razor was used.

Lukesh killed his mother.

Do you have any idea where he is?

None.

But if everything I've been hearing is true,

he's not going to be easy to find.

I think he'll find us.

Are you all right, Agent Reyes?

Just a little jumpy, I guess.

It's understandable.

I don't think you're the only one.

Try and take it easy, Monica.

We got you covered coming and going.

Anything happening out front?

No. You moved into

a quiet neighborhood; it's dead out there.

I think I'll check around once more.

You want to scream right now, don't you?

- Lukesh... - Because your friends outside

parked in a van... might as well say "FBI" in big huge letters.

Do it.

Try and scream out to them.

They can't hear you.

Where'd she go?

Monica, do you copy?

Reyes?

Agent Reyes, do you read me?

He's in there.

He's got to be.

It's not possible.

Well, what if it is?

You want to stick around and find out?

You ruined everything, you bitch.

You made me.

You made me do it.

Lukesh, don't...

Shut up. Shut up.

But you know what?

This time, I get to bleed you slow.

You all right?

Monica, you all right?

It's okay. It's okay.

It's over.

Monica, forget about the plates, will you?

What's wrong?

Monica, what's wrong?

I'm good.

Good.

I made this!