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Happy.

Stop that.

Hap.

What's with her all of a sudden?

Don't you look at my letters.

For gosh sakes.

Read 'em and weep, my dear.

Seven letters.

50 bonus points.

Darren...

Get in the basement.

What are you going to do?

Just do what I say.

I got a gun.

Stop!

Hey.

Sorry. I didn't mean
to scare you.

They told me
I'd find you inside.

Yeah, I was out back talking
to the detective in charge.

You're the expert here, Monica.

Everyone's waiting to hear
what you have to say on this.

What do we know?

Darren and Evelyn Mountjoy,
married 32 years,

three kids, five grandkids.

Not an enemy in the world.

That's their dog out front.

Neck's broken.

From the footprints in the mud,

best guess is,
we're looking for two perps.

Nothing stolen from the house.

Nothing at all
to suggest motive.

It all fits the profile, right?

This thing is staged
to look like

some kind of satanic ritual.

Placing victims in a murder-
suicide posture is ritualistic,

and this word
is undoubtedly satanic.

"Daemonicus."

It means "Satan" in Latin.

Or "daemoniacus"...
demon possession.

And it's worth 50 extra points.

That's why they were
posed like this,

so we'd think that these folks
were possessed, right?

That would be the
textbook explanation.

I'll let them know.

This may be something else.

Which is what?

Hey, you say anything you want
about satanic ritual,

but don't tell me
you think the Devil did this,

'cause we got prints
on the lawn out there.

This case ain't even close
to being an X File.

Something strange happened in
here just before you came in.

I can't explain it.

What?

Dr. Dana Scully.

I have just been assigned
to the Academy

as a forensic investigator.

For the past eight years,

I was part of a unit
known as the X Files.

Some of you may have
heard of it.

Ever slay a vampire?

Sorry to disappoint you,

but this is a course
in forensic pathology.

Hard science.

An X File is a case

that has been deemed unsolvable
by the Bureau.

Because such a case
cannot be solved,

it may beg other explanations.

A vampire, perhaps.

Science, however, tells us that
evil comes not from monsters,

but from men.

It offers us the methodology
to catch these men.

And only after we have
exhausted these methods

should we leave science behind

to consider more...
extreme possibilities.

What'd you find?

I asked Agent Scully for
her expertise on this.

Looks like we can rule out
the Exorcist after all.

And why is that?

There's adhesive residue

on Mrs. Mountjoy's
wrists and face.

Can you see that?

She was taped and bound

and then shot at a range
of ten to 12 feet

with her husband's handgun.

The husband shot her.

He was tricked into it.

That's what we were thinking.

Some kind of sick game.

Well, there's also evidence of

fingerprint bruising
along his collarbone.

They held him down.

Shot him in his chair.

Again, we're looking
for two guys.

The snakes appear to be
purely symbolic.

They're a nonvenomous species
collected locally.

They were sewn postmortem
into the body cavity

with household thread

by someone who appears
to have surgical skill.

You've made a lot of headway.

But there's something else.

There's something
that you're not saying.

When I was alone
in that house this morning,

I had the strong feeling
I was in the presence of evil.

Look, Monica,

the only reason we were
called in on this thing

is you've investigated hundreds
of these kinds of cases.

And not once did I find anything

to support evidence
of genuine satanic activity.

I'm saying.

I've never felt this before.

Excuse me.

John Doggett.

Agent Scully, have you ever
sensed what I'm talking about?

I've felt things
that I couldn't understand.

Things I was afraid
to admit even to myself.

And what did you do?

I learned not to ignore it.

To trust my instincts.

Yeah, thanks.

What is it?

Mental hospital,
a hundred miles from here.

They think one of their patients
did this.

We're pretty shaken up.

We're still trying to determine
how he could've escaped.

Why do you think this
escaped patient Kenneth Richman

was involved in these murders?

Dr. Richman was
committed here

because he killed
three patients.

He had sewn strychnine tablets

into their stomach lining
in surgery.

The police believe two men

committed this crime,
Dr. Samson.

Two men?

Do you have any idea who
the second man might be?

No. He didn't exactly
keep pen pals.

Did Dr. Richman display
any knowledge of satanic lore

or speak of demonic possession?

No. He was perfectly cogent.

He didn't suffer from
those kinds of delusions.

I'm not really asking
about delusions.

When you last spoke to him,

did he seem himself?

Seem himself?

I mean, did he display a
personality other than his own...

speak in tongues

or any language he didn't know?

You're asking me
if he was possessed?

This is the 21st
century, Ms. Reyes.

We stopped looking
a long time ago

for demons to explain
mental illness.

I'm not really talking
about mental illness.

Dr. Samson?

Excuse me a moment.

You know, Monica, a room
here just came open.

You heard what she said.

Dr. Richman didn't know
anything about satanic ritual.

And that proves
he was possessed?

You explain to me how
else he commits a crime

that's a perfect example of it.

Well, let's try the obvious:
it was his accomplice.

Agents?

I, uh, think the man
you're looking for

might be Paul Gerlach.

Is he a patient here?

No. He's a guard.

He's been with us 12 years,
and no one can find him.

Who would be the last person
who saw them together?

Mr. Kobold,
my name is John Doggett.

This is Monica Reyes.

We're with the FBI.

The patient in the cell next
to yours escaped last night.

Did you see or hear anything?

You shared the same guard,
Mr. Kobold.

Do you know anything
about their relationship,

why he would've
helped him to escape?

You mean, did the guard
force the patient to escape...

or did the patient
force the guard?

Or are they both of one mind...

like a snake...
eating its own tail?

You know something
about this, Mr. Kobold?

If you do, we need your help

to stop them
before they hurt more people.

You're too late for that.

If you're afraid to help us,
Mr. Kobold,

we can protect you.

No harm will come to you.

Do you believe in the power
of the Devil, Mr. Doggett?

I believe
that the Devil's a story

made up to scare people.

Then how can you
possibly protect me?

Consider the source, Monica.

He's been calling for Agent
Doggett for the past hour.

He's extremely agitated.

Has he said why?

He keeps saying,
"Prince of the Apostles"

over and over again;
I don't know what it means.

I've had to restrain
him for his own safety,

and I thought it best
not to sedate him

till you speak to him.

Mr. Kobold, it's
John Doggett.

He's speaking to me...

whispering in my ear.

What's he saying to you,
Mr. Kobold?

He's... killed again.

Who?

I-I don't know.

But I can show you.

You can't know
what it feels like...

being free of that cage,

to see the sky above me.

All right, where is he,
Mr. Kobold?

There.

I can take you.

That's far enough.

Take him back to his cage now.

Agent Reyes.

You think he's making it up?

Uh, yeah.

That was a pretty convincing
show back there.

He's playacting, Monica.

Just 'cause he's good at it
doesn't make it true.

Why do it?

Maybe he wants some fresh air.

Maybe he gets off sending
the FBI on snipe hunts.

I don't think that's it.

That's the security guard...
Paul Gerlach.

It appears he was
shot in the chest.

His body was staged postmortem,
just like the others.

Someone likes to play games.

Or not.

"Prince of the Apostles"...

Kobold kept repeating
it in his cell.

St. Peter.

He was said to have been
crucified upside-down.

A symbol later adopted
by the Satanists

to mark the power
of the Antichrist.

Which you take as proof
the Devil possessed the surgeon

and somehow put him
in contact with Kobold.

It's part of the literature.

He could be a medium,
a willing host for Satan

communicating with Kobold.

Well, that's convenient.

He brought up the
Devil and the snakes.

No one told him the details
of the crime, and yet he knew.

That's 'cause he planned it.

I pulled his file.

This guy's a master manipulator.

He was a history professor
at the University of Miami

committed for grinding up
six coeds

that he tricked
into his basement.

He used their flesh
as fertilizer in his garden.

If Kobold's part of this, then
why is he still behind bars?

Why not escape when
he had the chance?

I don't know yet.

You believe this guy,
Agent Scully?

I haven't formed an opinion
about it yet, actually.

That's great.

Just great.

Where are you going, Monica?

This man Kobold
can help us, John.

I'm going to prove it to you.

Professor.

You found the body.

Yes.

Professor Kobold,
we need your help

to find him
before anyone else gets hurt.

I can't.

You can't or you won't?

I can't...

in here.

He whispers to me
in a thousand voices,

but they're so hard to hear.

What can we do...
to help you hear?

I need a larger room.

One with space...

...and windows to see the sky.

You're not going along
with this, are you...

giving this guy what he wants?

That was my general idea, yeah.

You're making a mistake.

Look, even if you're right,
even if this man is faking it,

he can help us.

I'm not willing
to turn my back on that.

Are you?

This is Officer Custer.

He's going to keep
an eye on you.

I'm familiar with
Officer Custer.

Right outside the door
if you need anything, Professor.

Agent Reyes believes me,

but you don't,
Mr. Doggett.

Doesn't matter what I believe.

I'm wondering...

...why a skeptic
such as yourself

would accept assignment

to an obscure unit of the
FBI devoted exclusively

to the investigating
of paranormal phenomena.

You been checking up
on me, Professor?

Ordinarily,

men don't pursue occupations
against their own inclination

unless there's some strong
countervailing reason...

seeking the love or approval
of a woman, perhaps.

Agent Reyes may have affection
for you...

but you for her?

Of course, it could
be someone else,

or something else,

some... dark secret
from your past...

That's enough.

...an unsolved tragedy

for which you feel responsible,

in some morbid way

you haven't even
admitted to yourself.

Perhaps you feel
that chasing ghosts

will answer the questions
which damn you.

I don't have time for this.

Tell me if he says anything.

Agent Doggett.

Agent Reyes.

Get Agent Reyes.

He's saying something.

Medicus.

"Medicus."

Physician.

Dr. Samson!

John.

Dr. Samson?

The syringes contain droperidol.

That's the same
anti-psychotic medication

that she was giving
to Dr. Richman.

He's not the one
calling the shots.

You still think
that it was Kobold?

This is not about demons.

It's not about
demonic possession.

It's about men.

Agent Doggett,
have you considered

that something else
might be going on here?

I heard you say it,
Agent Scully.

I heard you tell a classroom
full of FBI cadets.

Most evil in the world
comes from men.

Yeah. But I also said
that when science fails,

we have to consider
extreme possibilities.

I know what you're feeling.

I know your frustration.

But you can't let it
cloud your objectivity.

Agent Reyes is thinking

just what this guy Kobold
wants her to think,

and now you are, too.

Professor, you done
with this meal?

I brought you something,

Professor.

Something to read.

It's a monograph
you wrote six years ago.

You know the one
I'm talking about, Professor?

About the influence of Satan
in Renaissance thinking.

So, you've found your proof.

Circumstantial though it may be.

You planned this whole thing.

I want to know why.

I've been thinking a lot
about you, Agent Doggett.

You're not answering
my question, Professor.

About why someone so ill-suited
would draw this duty.

Clearly, you have
feelings for her.

You ordered Dr. Richman

to kill these people,
didn't you?

But you can't compete with
the long-lost Agent Mulder.

His easy good looks,

his Oxford education...

This is about you, Professor!

Mulder has what you can't have,

but you stumble forward,
the flat-footed cop,

thinking he can
put handcuffs on a demon.

Answer the question!

You want her,

but she feels sorry for you.

They both do.

Guard!

Guard, we need a medic!

Guard!

We need a medic! Guard!

She's coming.

As far as I can tell,
physically, he's fine.

Of course he is.

What brought this on?

The guy's an expert
in Satanic history.

I-I confronted him on it.

Which proves what?

Come on, Monica.

You wanted to know who could
stage a textbook example.

This guy wrote the damn book.

I can't explain

those voices we heard
in his room, or this.

It's a trick.

What if it's ectoplasm?

Ectoplasm?

You've heard of it,
Agent Scully?

Agent Mulder used to refer
to it as "psychic plasma,"

a residual byproduct of
telepathic communication.

In theory, it would have
inorganic properties

that couldn't be
explained otherwise.

So what are we talking now,
the Ghostbusters?

If I'm right, an analysis

of this sample
could prove whether

he's telling the
truth or faking it.

You can throw that crap away,

'cause I can tell you right now,
this guy's a liar.

He's playing a game.

Well, then let's just see
how well he plays that game.

Why? So you can get
suckered in even more?

Listen to you two!

Agent Doggett...

Listen, I'm telling you,

this guy threw this stuff up
for our benefit.

He knew exactly what you'd say,
he knew exactly what I'd say.

He even knew that the two of you

would be so blinded by
this hocus-pocus

that you wouldn't see
what's in front of your faces!

Agent Reyes is just trying
to get to the truth, okay?

What are you doing?

Maybe this is a hoax.

Maybe you're right.

But now you're saying we should
turn away from evidence?

It's not like you, John.
I don't understand why.

I already told you why.

Scully.

Agent Scully, I tried to
reach you at Quantico.

I'm on my way back to D.C.
What is it?

Kobold... he told the guard

he knows where we can find
Dr. Richman to end this thing.

Where?

Well, that's just it...
it sounds like a joke.

Another game.

It's a place called
Happy Landing.

Scully?

On the state road 710,
near Annandale.

What are you talking about?

There's an old marina there;
I pass it on my way home.

In fact, I'm almost there
right now.

State road 710, near Annandale.

All right, we're going
to meet you there.

Where is she?

I don't know, but
I know who does.

Where is she, Professor?

Game's over,
Mr. Doggett.

Tell me where she is right now,
you son of a bitch,

or I swear to God
I'll kill you where you sit.

John...

You've lost.

Where is she?!

Agent Scully?

Agent Doggett, over here.

I don't understand.

He held me at gunpoint
until you arrived,

and then he shot himself.

It doesn't make sense.

Yes, it does.

The game's over.

Joseph Kobold!

Stop there!

I am armed!

I will shoot!

Uncertainty.

No matter how thorough
the investigation,

some doubts inevitably remain.

Just as juries seek to convict
beyond a reasonable doubt,

the forensic investigator
will seek conclusions

supported by a preponderance
of evidence.

Rarely will you encounter a case
where all of the variables,

all of the open questions
are fully answered.

I'll see you Monday.

Have you filed your report
on this case yet?

I was going to do it
on my way home.

We'd rather you didn't.

We haven't accounted
for Kobold's actions.

Not all of them.

But Agent Reyes told me
that Kobold accessed information

about all of us
over the Internet.

About Mulder, too.

Well, that explains how he knew

we'd respond
to the first killings...

why he staged them
to look like satanic ritual

to make sure that we would.

He wanted us on the case.

We know that.

He bent everyone to think and do
whatever he wanted.

But we know all this already.

It was a game.

Every move was
played out perfectly,

except the last one.

Not unless that was
part of the game, too.

What, to get shot in the back?

No. Kobold's body
still hasn't been found.

Kobold's dead.

Agent Doggett shot him.
We all saw that.

Did we?

Get back
to Agent Reyes's question.

Why didn't Kobold escape
with the others

when he had the chance?

Why? Because he wanted
to escape

without anyone knowing
that he'd escaped,

so that by the time
it was discovered,

he'd be too far away
for anyone to find him.

Satan.

Daemonicus... the
beginning and end of our case.

A snake eating its own tail.

We lost. Kobold told me so.

He wanted us to see

how brilliantly
he played the game.

How thoroughly we lost.

The first victims,
Darren and Evelyn Mountjoy.

Chosen from the phone book.

For what reason?

No reason,
other than their names.

And the third victim?

The doctor, Monique Samson.

And the last...

the man whose body
is at the bottom of that river.

It's not Kobold.

The guard we assigned him...

the guard he knew he'd have
once we transferred him.

Custer.

Checkmate.

Something still bothering you,
Agent Reyes?

You don't believe
his explanation?

It all makes sense to me
as far as it goes,

but there's something else.

Something he's afraid
to explain.

You mean that you felt
the presence of evil?

No.

I mean that he felt it, too.

I made this!