All language subtitles for The.X-Files.I.Want.to.Believe.2008.DC.2160p.WEB.h265-EDITH_track3_[eng]

[♪ eerie music playing]

[wind whistling]

[animal hooting]

[animal howling, barking]

[♪ country music playing,
Patsy Cline "I Fall to Pieces"]

♪ I fall to pieces ♪

♪ Each time I see you again ♪

♪ I fall to pieces ♪

[dog barking]

♪ How can I be just your friend? ♪

[man] Keep it straight.

♪ You want me to forget... ♪

[dog barking]

-[woman] It's okay, Ranger.
-[Ranger barking]

Calm down.

[helicopter rotors whirring]

Calm down, buddy, I'm on my way.

[Ranger continues to bark]

[indistinct radio transmission]

[Ranger barking]

Give him room!

Hold the line, gentlemen.
Look left, look right.

[Ranger barking]

[Ranger continues barking]

-[screaming and grunting]
-[man groans]

-[screams in pain]
-[grunts]

[groans]

[screams in pain]

[female officer] Go!

[Ranger barking]

[female officer] Let him go. Let him go!

[straining]

[female officer] Let him go!

Let him go!

[panting]

[female officer] Easy, easy.

-[male officer] Well done, fellas.
-[man] It's here.

[woman panting]

[screaming]

[man] It's here!

It's here!

[dogs barking, indistinct shouting]

[indistinct radio transmission]

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[♪ The X-Files theme music playing]

I've gone over the charts you've sent

and consulted another
pediatric neurologist

who works with me here.

We're alarmed by two things.

[Scully] The deficiency
in lipid metabolism

and the severely diminished enzyme output.

Right. That's exactly right.

[Scully] Both indicate
lysosomal storage illness.

You're the boy's primary physician, Dr...

Scully, Dana Scully.

And you tested his lysosome function?

I think you have
all my results there, Doctor.

My fear is that it's a type 2
degenerative brain disease

like Sandhoff disease,

that his enzymes aren't clearing
the lipids from his brain,

causing atrophy.

If you suspect Sandhoff disease,

I'd test the boy's levels
of hexosaminidase.

I've done that. [stammers]

What I'm looking for here, Doctor,
is a course of treatment.

There is no treatment for Sandhoff.

[indistinct announcement over hospital PA]

Hello, Christian. How are you feeling?

[slurred] Okay, Dr. Scully.
How are you?

Me? Well, I'm doing just fine, thank you.

You got some outside opinions?

Yes.

We're gonna do some more tests.

[man] Dana Scully?

Dr. Scully, I'm looking for Fox Mulder.

Excuse me.

-Special agent Drummy with the F--
-I can guess who you're with.

The FBI urgently needs
to speak with Fox Mulder.

I don't work with Fox Mulder any longer.

-I don't work with the FBI.
-Well, if you could contact him,

it might just save the life
of an FBI agent.

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[door creaking]

[keys jingle]

[Mulder] What's up, Doc?

You've become awfully trusting, Mulder,

for a man wanted by the FBI.

[Mulder] Eyes in the back
of my head, Scully.

Auf einer Wellenlange,
as the Germans say.

It's a precognitive state

often confused
with simple human intuition

in which the brain perceives
the deep logic

underlying transitory human existence,

unaided by the conscious mind,

materializing much as you did just now.

Though, if you had actually materialized,

you'd be rapidly dematerializing.

But who believes that crap anymore?

Well, they do at the FBI, apparently.

I had a visitor today, Mulder.

The FBI wants your help
finding a missing agent.

Well, I hope you told them
to go screw themselves.

They say all is forgiven,

that they'll drop all charges against you

if you come in
and help them solve this case.

The FBI will forgive me?

They put me on trial on bogus charges

and tried to discredit a decade
of my work.

They should be asking me
for my forgiveness, Scully.

I think they are...

desperately.

How can I possibly help these people?

Someone's come forward
with some promising evidence.

A psychic, he claims.

Ah.

It's a trick, Scully, to smoke me out.

Mulder, if the FBI wanted to get you,
I have no doubt that they could.

I think they've just been happy
to have you out of their hair.

Well, good, because I'm just as happy
having them out of mine.

A young agent's life is at stake.

[sighs quietly]

Mulder, I know
I don't have to say this, but...

it could have been you once,

or me.

You know, the truth is...

I worry about you.

And the effects of long-term isolation.

[chuckles] I'm fine here.

I'm happy as a clam.

[crunches]

[smacks lip]

[sighs]

I'll tell them your answer.

Shit.

Okay, I'll go.

Under one condition.

[exhales]

[helicopter rotors whirring]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

Thanks for the lift.

[Drummy] Don't thank me.

I didn't send it.

[elevator bell dings, doors open]

[indistinct conversations]

Wait here.

[door buzzes]

[indistinct conversation]

Come in.

[indistinct conversations]

Excuse me. They're here.

Thanks for making this happen.

I'm Special Agent in Charge Whitney.

Dana Scully.

Fox Mulder, I believe.

I know this is awkward, but welcome back.

My team and I appreciate your trust.

Well, trust being what it is,

what if I can't help you
or your agent turns up dead?

The past is the past.

I know your work on X-Files cases here

and believe you may be the best chance
Monica Bannan has now.

How long has she been missing?

[Whitney] Since Sunday evening.

Almost three days.

[Scully] I know you know this,
but after 72 hours,

there's slim chance
that she's still alive.

We have slim reason to believe she is.

But so far, we've got
no evidence to the contrary,

and the facts give us hope.

Soon after she goes missing,

we find this.

A severed arm.

-Where?
-About 10 miles from her home.

I don't understand. It's a man's arm.

It's a match for evidence found
at or near the crime scene.

Blood or tissue?

Blood.

Found in her garage and on the tool
that matches the wound.

I take it you were led to it.

Like a needle in a haystack.

By someone claiming psychic powers.

Joseph Fitzpatrick Crissman.

And you think he's full of shit.

What makes you say that?

Psychic.

-Father Joe was--
-[Scully] "Father"?

He was a priest?

Catholic.

[Drummy] He cold-called six hours
after Monica Bannan was reported missing,

claiming a vision of her,

a psychic connection.

And he tells you she's alive?

That's right.

Have you found any other connection?

-To Monica Bannan?
-No, that's why I sent for you.

I need to know we're not wasting time.

Well...

he's a religious man,

clearly an educated man.

He took right action,

said nothing to cast doubt upon himself,

has no material connection to the crime.

You are wasting time,
only it's mine and your agent's.

There's a question of credibility.

If you have no reason to doubt the man,
why doubt the man's visions?

He didn't lead us to Monica Bannan.

He gave us a guy's
bloody arm in the snow.

This is not an exact science.

If it were me, I'd be on the guy 24/7.

I'd be in bed with him,
kissing his holy ass.

[low mumbling and chuckling]

[clears throat]
Father Joe is a convicted pedophile.

Maybe I'd stay out of bed with him.

What is this?

Dorms for habitual sex offenders.

-Dorms?
-They manage the complex

and police themselves.

Father Joe lives here voluntarily
with his roommate.

Joe.

[Father Joe] Tell them to come in.

[woman singing on TV]
♪ We finally got a piece of the pie ♪

♪ Fish don't fry in the kitchen ♪

♪ Beans don't burn on the grill ♪

♪ Took a whole lot of trying ♪

♪ Just to get up that hill... ♪

[Drummy] Father Joe.

♪ Now we're up in the big leagues ♪

♪ Getting our turn at bat... ♪

[Father Joe] Excuse the mess.
I haven't been sleeping.

[Drummy] Father Joe, this is Fox Mulder.

-[Father Joe] Okay.
-He'd like to ask some questions.

Actually, I'd like to ask something.

What was it you were praying for
in there, sir?

For the salvation of my immortal soul.

And do you think God hears your prayers?

Do you think He hears yours?

I didn't bugger 37 altar boys.

[Mulder] Oh.

That's a colorful way of putting it.

Well, I have another word, if you'd like.

[Mulder] I'm sure you do.

I have to believe He does hear me.

Or why would He send these visions?

Maybe it's not God doing the sending.

[Mulder] You call them visions.

You see them?

[sighs]

[lighter flicks]

[inhales]

[exhales sharply]

I see the poor girl being assaulted.

I see her putting up a fight.

I hear dogs barking.

Where?

[Father Joe] Can't tell.

But you see her alive?

No, but I...

I feel that she is.

Can you...

show us how you do it?

[coughs and sniffles]

I don't know that I can do this right now.

Maybe it'd be better if she wasn't here.

Maybe what you see
is a way to try and make people forget

what it is that you really are.

[door opens and closes]

[door opens]

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[gasps] Jesus, Mulder.

So much for kissing his holy ass.

I'm sorry.

I've been too long away
from this business.

Or not long enough.

Nah, you were...
You were good in there.

All I had were questions.

But you pushed him, you challenged him.

Like old times.

Yeah, well, he's a creep.

And a liar.

He knows who did this,

and they're supplying him
with information.

I mean, look where he lives.

And this arm they found,

this wasn't severed in any fight.

It was cut cleanly, chopped off.

And tell me how he's been able
to lead them straight to it

and not even muster a guess
as to where the victim is.

And two things you're going to find
in the next 24 hours,

a dead agent,

and that this guy, Father Joe,
is a big fat fraud.

You could be right, Scully.

You could be right.

[door opens]

But what if you're wrong?

-What are you doing?
-Gonna take him for a ride,

see just how psychic
this Father Joe really is.

Yeah, well, it's been fun.

Scully, nobody's gonna
make you sit next to him.

Thanks, but I've already
been taken for a ride.

Anyway, he doesn't want me there.

[bumping]

[exhales] Are we getting warm?

You tell us.

It's all right.

Everybody works differently.

I don't know this girl.

This Agent Bannan of yours,

I haven't a clue the connection.

There's always something, however small.

And who made you the expert?

This is where she was taken.

Your agent.

This is where she was attacked.

I want him to see the crime scene.

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

No, it's...

This isn't right.

You've brought me to the wrong house.

Pulled that right out of his ass.

[dog barking]

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

There were news crews out here
covering the scene,

pictures of the neighborhood.

Could've recognized it all from TV.

[Mulder] Yeah.

But why?

-Why?
-[Mulder] Why do it?

Why go to such great lengths
to create such an elaborate fiction?

Expiation.

Forgiveness of his sins.

He's written dozens of letters
to the Vatican

pleading reengagement with the church.

Rather odd way to impress the Holy See.

Voice of God speaking through a man?

I think that's been a winner a few times.

So you think he's guilty, too, huh?

We have to consider him a suspect.

But you've found
no connection to the crime.

Don't think my guys have stopped looking.

And they think they're gonna find one.

Yeah, but you don't,
or I wouldn't be here.

Yeah, I'm not the most popular girl
at the FBI right now for calling you in,

-believe me.
-[Mulder] Yeah.

I wasn't exactly Miss Popularity
at the FBI myself.

But you've dealt with psychics before.

Luther Lee Boggs, Clyde Bruckman,
Gerald Schnauz...

I went through those cases,
and that work was extremely impressive.

Yeah, well,
I'm only half the team.

But it's your insights I need.

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

She ran away.

She tried to escape those two men.

But she couldn't.

He pushed her down.
It was here.

It was right here.
And then they put her in...

-in the back.
-Where?

In the car. No.

It was a... a truck.

A truck with something on it,
I-- I don't know what.

She's in pain, great, great pain.

-[Whitney] Tell me where.
-I don't know. I can't see.

-We need to find her!
-[sobbing] I can't see. I can't see!

'Cause he's pulling it out of his ass.

[Father Joe sobbing]

[dripping]

Father Joe.

[buzzer]

Hi, Christian.

You're looking very bright-eyed
this morning.

[slurred] I was thinking.

Yeah? What were you thinking?

How I'm going to get out of here.

Well, you know, I'm thinking
exactly the same thing.

Can I get out of here soon?

What's wrong? Has something scared you?

[Christian] The way the man
is looking at me.

What man?

[whooshing, splashing]

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[birds cawing]

[keys jingling]

[engine revving]

[dogs barking in distance]

[engine revving]

-Whoa!
-[tires squeal]

Hey, hey! Hey!

-[tires screeching]
-Oh!

[gasps]

[brakes screeching]

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[inhales sharply]

I'm okay.

I'm fine.

[screams] Hey! What the...

[engine revving]

[dogs howling]

[door opens]

[dogs continue to howl]

[sighs]

[sighs]

Oh.

There was something weird
on the toxicology report

of the severed arm.

I looked over the FBI
evidence reports again,

and in the tissue,

there were traces of a drug
that's commonly given to patients

-being treated with radiation.
-[man] Hmm.

And also traces of a drug
called acepromazine.

[man] Why's that weird?

Acepromazine's an animal tranquilizer.

Now I can't sleep.

Mulder?

What is animal tranquilizer
doing in the tissue sample

of a man's severed arm?

I can't even begin to speculate.

[water running]

He said he heard barking dogs.

[water sloshing]

-Who?
-Father Joe.

Mulder, what are you doing?

Is it a tranquilizer
that you might give a dog?

-[objects clattering]
-He's a phony, Mulder.

He pulls these so-called visions
out of thin air,

and now he's got you straining
to connect them.

When I see a man cry tears of blood

at a crime scene he recognizes
without ever having visited,

I need to go out on a limb,
you know what I'm saying?

-Tears of blood?
-[cell phone ringing]

Yeah, some trick, huh?

How do you fake that?

[ringing continues]

-[phone beeps]
-Hello?

-[Drummy] Hello, Dr. Scully?
-Yes.

I have Dakota Whitney for you.

Can you hold on a second?

I'm sorry to call at this hour.

-Has there been a break?
-Who is it?

They find her?

[Whitney] We're pursuing another lead.

From a new source?

Same source, new news.

It's here.

It's here.

Turn up ahead at the barn.

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[indistinct conversations and shouting]

[Whitney] One more time.

Ten minutes!

-Did you find her?
-No.

[Scully] You said there was news.

The news is our psychic led us

to the exact same site
he led us to before.

[man] Can you confirm that?

-You're gonna find it.
-[man 2] No, not yet.

That's what you keep saying.

You're gonna find a body.

You keep telling us she's alive.

She is.

We could do this all night.

These guys are all running on empty.

Call it. Pull the plug.

I'm sorry for bringing you out here.

[men shouting]

[Drummy] Hey! Let's go, brothers.

Bring it in! Time to go home.

-[man] You heard him.
-Tell me.

[men continue shouting]

Tell me what you see.

I see a face.

I see eyes staring out.

Who?

Who is it?

It's unclear.

Like through dirty glass.

It's out there.

I know it.

Scully, what does he mean,
"like through dirty glass"?

-Mulder?
-What?

Stop.

Okay, just feel free to give up
like everybody else.

This is not my job anymore, Mulder.

No, that's right. That's Right.
You're, you're, you're...

you're just like my...
my booking agent now, right?

You're right.

This is my fault.

What... What do you mean it's your fault?

-For getting you involved in this.
-No.

It was the right thing to do, Scully.

It was the right thing,
but not the right thing for you, Mulder.

Mulder, I have been through this
too many years with you.

[shouting] I need those men back!

[indistinct conversations]

What are you doing?

I'm trying to ignore you.

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

This is it. Here it is!

This is it.

We need shovels.

[shovel banging]

It's solid ice.

[scraping]

No.

It's dirty glass.

Flashlight.

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[dramatic sting]

You're gonna need resources.

[Whitney] Get forensics out here ASAP.

[♪ dramatic music drones]

[Drummy] You two get on the line.
You two come with me.

[♪ somber music playing]

[shovels scraping]

[agent] All right.
We gotta process this area.

[♪ soft dramatic music playing]

Don't give up.

-[engine rumbling]
-[dogs barking in distance]

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

I think we can resolve, then,
in good conscience,

and without objection,

to relocate the patient

to a facility suited for
and humane to his condition.

[quietly] I'm sorry.

[clicks tongue]
As you and I discussed, Dr. Scully,

I was just informing the staff and doctors

of the hospital's decision
on Christian Fearon.

I'm sorry... what decision?

To relocate the patient to a hospice

who will manage his palliative care.

That was a discussion, not a decision.

Well, it's been discussed here at length
with no objection from your colleagues.

I have an objection.

You have, Dr. Scully, a patient
with an untreatable condition.

Now, that's very sad and unfortunate.
Nobody disagrees with that.

But he's my patient.

And unless you've come here today
with a cure for Sandhoff disease,

we all ask
that you let the boy go in peace.

[♪ sentimental music playing]

[board members whispering]

Thank you.

Now, I'd like to wrap up
so we can get on to the day's good work.

We have the final matter
of a patient in Intensive Care,

Dr. Willer's patient, I believe.

Admitted after suffering
myocardial infarction...

There is a treatment.

The matter is resolved, Dr. Scully.

[♪ somber music playing]

No, it's not.

The disease can be treated
with intrathecal stem cell therapy.

[woman] You're not serious.

Don't put the boy through hell.

Would you do it if it was your son?

It's not her son, and he's not yours.

And it's not a decision
for hospital administration,

it's his doctor's.

If you would like to challenge that,

you can take the matter up
with a higher authority.

I have taken it up
with the highest authority, Dr. Scully.

As should you.

[board members whispering]

[♪ melancholy music playing]

[instruments whirring]

[indistinct conversations]

[keypad beeping]

[line ringing]

-Come on. Pick up.
-[line ringing]

-[instruments whirring]
-[indistinct conversations]

-Come on.
-[line ringing]

Come on, answer.

-[keyboard clacking]
-[phone buzzing softly]

[phone continues buzzing]

[♪ tense music playing]

[phone continues buzzing]

This is Dana Scully.
Please leave a message.

-[beep]
-Hey, Scully, it's me.

I keep leaving you messages.

Here's what I want to tell you.

That woman's head in the ice,
it's not the agent's.

It's not Monica Bannan's.

We don't know who she is
or why she's there,

but so far, we've pulled
11 discrete human limbs from the ice,

and we're not even finished yet.

[over phone] Each one are clean cut, too,

an exact match to the previous amputation
you noted, Scully.

It looks like someone's
been dumping body parts

in the ice there for months,
possibly years.

And there seems to be
no pattern to the limbs,

men and women,
all with healthy, undiseased tissue,

according to forensics.

Which suggests to me
that they are victims.

But here's the thing,

what I need you to know,

we found more traces
of your animal tranquilizer.

Acepromazine. I don't know
what the hell it means,

but I'm hoping you can make sense of it.

-Anything?
-No, I can't reach her,

but this is gonna make sense.
This is the break.

This is a serial case you've uncovered.
You're gonna solve a dozen murders here.

Yes, but I'm no closer
to finding my agent.

We're gonna find her.

I know it.

I see a woman's face,

another woman,

taken from a car.

She's being held...

in a box, I think.

Is she with Monica Bannan?

I don't know.

Is it the same men that took her?

I think so. Yes...

it's the same men.

Do you see this,

or are you just telling these people
what they want to hear?

No.

No, you don't see it?

No, it's, uh...

it's the same men.

I want a car ready.

-To go where?
-I don't know yet.

I don't believe this.

That's been your problem from the start.

I can get you a car.

And a list of missing persons
in the greater area

over the last 48 to 72 hours.

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[♪ suspenseful music continues playing]

[♪ suspenseful music continues playing]

Sheryl Cunningham, 34,
never made it to work last night,

no-show at home, either.

There's no blood on the airbags,

driver's side window knocked out,
keys in the ignition,

survivable crash with a seat belt.

She sets off, takes a shortcut,

gets tired, sits down, falls asleep.

Happens all the time.

Pretty hard left turn for such
a long straight stretch of country road,

don't you think?

But why settle for my opinion?

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[birds cawing]

I'm sorry, I'm not getting anything.

What a surprise.

[emphatically] What a surprise.

[♪ music fading out]

I think we're done with Father Joe.

-Yeah.
-[Mulder] Whoa, whoa.

[♪ intriguing music playing]

-We're not quite finished.
-What is that?

A medical ID bracelet.

[inhales sharply] I noticed
your missing agent wore one, too.

-What are you thinking?
-Let's pop the trunk.

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

This isn't going to do her much good.

It's a gym bag. [grunts softly]

This is a bathing suit.

It's frozen stiff.

[♪ music intensifying]

-Chlorine.
-Where's the nearest public pool?

[♪ tense music playing]

[♪ dramatic sting drones]

Hi.

We're hoping you can help us.

Would you all like lockers?

No. We're with the FBI.

We'd like to show you a photo, sir,
if you don't mind.

Why would I mind?

Do you know this person?

[receptionist] Let me see.

These young people look so much the same.

[Whitney] Do you have a sign-in register?

Yes, I keep one every day.

-I'd like to see yesterday's.
-I threw yesterday's away.

[♪ soft dramatic music playing]

[receptionist] Excuse me, sir...

-Hello?
-Does he know that's the women's side?

Anybody in here?

I'm coming in.

[♪ dramatic music swelling]

[dogs yipping, whimpering]

-[barking]
-[pounding]

[dog whining]

[woman] Please!

[sobbing] Let me out of here!

Help!

Help!

[shouting] Let me out of here!

[quietly] Please, please.

-[men conversing in Russian]
-Please, I won't tell.

[breathing heavily] I won't tell anyone.

-I won't tell anyone. Just let me go.
-[man speaks Russian]

I swear, I won't.

-[whimpering] I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.
-[banging]

Why aren't you listening to me? [sobs]

-[man 2 shouts in Russian]
-[dog barks]

[woman] I didn't mean to.

[whimpering, sobbing]

-[clunking]
-Wait. Help!

Wait-- Where...

Please. [whimpers]

[♪ sinister music playing]

-[woman in Czech] Tlačíš?
-[man responds in Russian]

What is this place?
Who are you?

[breathing heavily, sobbing]

Ah!

-[woman in Czech] Tak, to je dobrý.
-[man responds in Russian]

[man speaks Russian]

[man speaks Russian]

[man shouts in Russian]

-[sobs]
-[woman in Czech] Tak stačí.

[steam hisses]

[instrument whirring]

-[man shouts in Russian]
-[metal trays clattering]

[man 2 swears in Russian]

[whispering] Can you get me...
Please...

Can you just get me out of here?

Get up.

-[patient groans]
-Please, I can help you get...

[continues incoherently]

-[instrument whirring]
-[patient gulps]

-[instrument whirring]
-[screaming]

[♪ somber music playing,
Clannad "Theme from Harry's Game"]

[Scully] Hi, Christian.

You've got a whole bunch of people taking
really good care of you today, okay?

[♪ somber music continues playing]

[surgeons speaking indistinctly]

What?

[slurring] Now you look scared.

[♪ song continues playing]

[instrument whirring]

[♪ song continues playing]

[♪ song continues playing]

[♪ song fades out]

[woman sobbing]

[crying]

[door opens]

[Mulder] People say I went underground.

I'm sorry, Mulder.

[sighs]

I've had to keep my focus here.

It's the boy, isn't it?

Yeah.

I thought there was nothing to be done.

I'm taking a big chance on something.

On a radical and extremely painful
new procedure.

Last night, you said
that wasn't an option.

It wasn't... last night.

What changed your mind?

[sighs]

When will you know if it's working?

There's a series of these procedures,

and we won't know until they're all done.

But that's not
what you came to talk about.

There's another woman missing.

She's given us something to go on.

She and the missing agent
swam at the same pool.

We found that the agent
kept a locker there.

We think they were stalked there.

Both women wore a medical ID bracelet,

and they both had
the same rare blood type, AB-negative.

Organs, harvested for transplant.

That's how they were targeted.

Donors and recipients need matched types.

Someone using that pool knows that.

Black market. Somebody filling orders.

Well, they have access.

-Recipients, hospitals.
-That's your world, Scully.

Your knowledge of it will save time,
and time is our enemy.

You can start with the transporters.

Call the Richmond DA.

No, no, no, no.
I-- I need you on this with me.

No.

-No, Mulder...
-Yeah. Yeah.

You-- You asked for me
to get involved, Scully.

Now I'm asking for you to stay involved.

Oh, Mulder... [sighs]

You've helped them already.
You broke the case for them.

Why don't you just let the FBI pursue it?

We're so close now.

And I'm asking you to let it go.

It's not that simple.

No, it's complicated.

What is that supposed to mean?

Something that I knew would happen,
that I've been afraid of.

What?

Just say it.

I'm a doctor... Mulder.

That's not my life anymore.

I know that.

You're not understanding me.

I can't look into the darkness
with you anymore, Mulder.

I cannot stand
what it does to you, or to me.

I'm fine with it, Scully.

I'm actually okay. I'm good.

Yeah, that's what scares me.

Well, where else would you have me look
if you want me to find these women alive?

I'm asking you to look at yourself.

Why? I...

I don't think I'm the one who's changed.

We're not FBI anymore, Mulder.

Scully, this is who I am.

It-- It's who I've always been.

This is who I was before I met you.
It's what I do.

It's everything I know.

Write it down...

put it in a book.

Are you asking me to give up?

[whispering] No. I...

I can't tell you to do that, Mulder.

Oh... Scully...

[sighs]

Mulder, I've got my own battles to fight.

Don't do this.

-Please don't argue with me.
-Don't do this now.

I don't know what else to do.

[♪ somber music playing]

[♪ melancholy music playing]

Well, um...

good luck, then.

[♪ music fades out]

-[door closes]
-[softly] You, too.

[♪ somber music playing]

But lo and behold,
when we're about to hit the tarmac,

and all of a sudden, the plane gears up

-and we're back up in the air.
-[surgeons laughing]

I say, "Honey, isn't this fantastic?

-We're gonna die together."
-[chuckling]

Turns out, there was a plane
parked on the tarmac,

and we missed
colliding with it by seconds.

But we were in love, and it was romantic.

[indistinct chatter]

[Margaret] Dr. Scully.

We'd like to speak with you, if we may.

[elevator bell dings]

Sir. Excuse me, sir.
Could we talk with you a minute?

[in a Russian accent]
I'm transporting vital organ.

That's what we'd like
to talk to you about.

This is my job. I move very quickly.

I don't have much time.

Please, sir, step over here.

We've changed our minds

about going forward
with this new treatment.

But you don't even know
if it's working yet.

We think that
Christian's been through enough.

We... want to put our faith in God now.

I see.

It's nothing against you.

No.

If you were a mother, you'd understand.

Have you spoken to Father Ybarra?

Yes.

But the decision is ours.

[clicks tongue]

What if it did work?

What if we found
we'd made the wrong choice by stopping?

My name is Robert Cole.

I'm with the District Attorney's
office in Richmond.

May I see your paperwork and license?

-I have green card.
-What are you transporting?

Human liver for transplantation.

Paperwork and license, please.

And where are you delivering it?

Willows Memorial Hospital.

They're expecting it there.
A... A patient wait for it.

Have you ever procured
or delivered an organ

outside of normal or lawful channels?

He's sick. Has cancer.

That's not what I asked you.

Am I under some kind of suspicion?

[knocking at door]

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[♪ suspenseful music continues playing]

A vision if ever I had one.

May I speak with you?

Would you like to come in?

Make yourself comfortable.

I won't be staying long.

Have you come here by yourself?

Yes.

Sit.

Please, I insist.

[breathes shakily]

Now, you came to ask something.

-[thudding]
-[muffled shouting]

We're alone, free to speak in confidence.

[shouting continues]

You said something to me
the other night in the snow.

Yes.

I said, "Don't give up."

I need to know why you said that.

-I haven't the faintest idea.
-[sighs]

Were you hoping for another answer?

Do you know anything about me?

Other than that you loathe me?

-Do you know what it is that I do?
-No.

I can see you're a woman of faith,

but not in the same things
as your husband.

He's not my husband.

Do you care to tell me about yourself?

-No.
-Do you care to offer a confession?

-I don't think you're--
-What?

In any position to judge?

And yet, you've judged me, haven't you?

You deserve to be judged.

Do you know why we live here,

the men who call
this vile box of monsters home?

Because we hate each other,

even as we hate ourselves
for our sickening appetites.

That doesn't make it any less sickening.

And where do they come from,
these appetites,

these uncontrollable urges of ours?

-Not from God.
-Not from me.

I castrated myself when I was 26.

And the visions weren't my idea, either!

Proverbs 25:2.

-What?
-"God's glory to conceal a thing,

but the honor of kings
to search out a matter."

Don't you quote Scripture to me.

What are you doing here?
What are you afraid of?

"Don't give up."

What was that for?

-I don't know.
-I don't believe you!

-I'm telling you the truth!
-They were your words!

-I don't know why I said.
-You said them to my face!

All I ever wanted was to serve Him.

All I've ever wanted was to serve God.

[sobs]

You can ask for His pity,
but don't expect mine.

You can stop the act any time!

[♪ tense music playing]

Look at me!

-[groaning]
-[Scully] Oh, Je...

[grunting]

[♪ music intensifying]

[dogs barking]

[man speaking Russian]

[speaks Russian]

[speaks Russian]

-[woman in Czech] Začíná mít záchvat.
-[man responds in Russian]

[shouting in Russian]

-[rapid beeping]
-[patient groaning]

[woman in Czech] Já jí vemu nohy.

-[woman in Czech] Držte ji!
-Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh!

-[man speaking Russian]
-[dogs barking]

[woman in Czech] Má strašnou sílu.

-[man responds in Russian]
-[woman in Czech] Jo, já nemůžu.

-[woman in Czech] Já ji držím.
-[men whispering in Russian]

[barking continues]

[panting]

[screaming]

[panting]

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[panting]

-[gasping]
-[dog barking]

-Ah!
-[dog barking]

[screaming]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[Scully] Yeah, uh,
paramedics are here now.

They've been here for about seven minutes.

He's stabilized.

-Blood pressure's normal.
-[paramedic] Watch the step.

-No, they're loading him in now.
-What happened?

Thank you. He had a seizure.

-Who called you?
-No one.

What are you doing here?

We need to talk to Father Joe.

Well, that's not gonna happen.

We've got a suspect.

A Russian émigré
working as an organ transporter.

-In custody?
-No.

The Richmond DA questioned him
about trafficking

black market human organs this afternoon,
but he was released.

They had no evidence to hold him.

We've got a fairly credible witness

who says he swam
with the women at the pool.

[Drummy] ASAC Whitney.

-[Whitney] Excuse me.
-What's that got to do with Father Joe?

-It's the man in his vision, Scully.
-[Scully] Who?

-The suspect, the man in this photo.
-Mulder, now you're wasting their time.

Tell me again what you're doing here.

[Drummy] Here's a vision for you.

Couple of my guys just had it.

-[Mulder] Who's this?
-That's our suspect's employer...

an old friend of Father Joe's,
we just learned.

[♪ dramatic music stings]

-Known him for over 20 years.
-Known him how?

That's one of his 37 altar boys.

Three guesses who he's married to
in the state of Massachusetts.

Our suspect.

-We got a warrant to search their offices.
-[ambulance door closes]

[emergency horn blaring]

-Mulder.
-[car doors closing]

It's over.

-Hey! Hey!
-[Scully] What?

-Hey!
-Mulder?

[sirens blaring]

[brakes screech]

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

Why don't you hold up?

Clear this bottom floor.

Let these men do their jobs.

Look, we were all fooled on this.
I wanted to believe it as bad as anyone.

I don't need the sweet talk.

-You led us here.
-Father Joe led us here.

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

This is Special Agent Drummy with the FBI.

We have warrants to search these offices.

Anyone inside, identify yourself
and unlock the door now.

I called you in because I thought
you could help me with this case,

because I valued
your belief in these phenomena.

Now what do you think?

[shouting] Down on the floor!
Down on the floor!

Anybody here, I want down on the floor!

[muffled barking]

[bell dings]

[♪ sinister music playing]

[♪ music fades out]

We were at a complete standstill

and you pushed us forward,
no matter the direction we took.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

Hey!

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

Hey!

-[grunting]
-[horn blowing, brakes screech]

[driver] What are you, nuts?

[horns honking]

[tires screeching]

[both grunt]

[vials shattering]

[♪ music continues playing]

[Mulder] Stop him!

Hey!

Stop him!

Whoa! Hey!

[metal clanging]

-Which way? Which way did they go?
-Down that way!

[♪ music intensifies then fades out]

[Mulder panting]

[water dripping]

-[echoing] Mulder!
-I'm up here!

[grunting]

[panting]

[♪ tense music playing]

[metal clanging]

[panting]

Mulder!

He's coming at you!

-[footsteps approaching]
-Hey!

-[shouting] Mulder!
-Yeah?

-Where are you?
-I'm right here.

Where?

Fox!

Where is he? Do you have him?

-No. I lost him.
-I saw him.

Where?

[screams]

[♪ dramatic music swells]

[yells]

[indistinct conversations]

They're both dead.

Monica Bannan...

and Dakota Whitney.

I heard.

I guess I forgot how fast it can turn.

I'm sorry.

I thought we were winning, Scully.

I know you did, Mulder.

I'm here to see Father Joe.

I want to show him these photographs.

These men.

You still want to believe him.

I think you should know that he's been
diagnosed with a terminal illness.

He has advanced-stage lung cancer.

I just want to be sure.

[sighs]

Then let me ask him.

You wouldn't believe...

I was thinking of you.

I had a vision...

you might find interesting.

Of a man speaking a foreign language.

[Scully] Did he happen to look like this?

Yeah, that's the man.

We think he's the man
who abducted the FBI agent

and the second woman you say you saw
and possibly many more.

And we think that he was
helped by this man.

I don't know who that is.

Are you sure?

I'm fairly certain. I don't know him.

I'm fairly certain that you do.

And that you've known him
since he was a boy.

Oh, no.

It can't be true.

He was my connection to the girl.

My visions were to save her from him.

This is God's work.

This is God's work.

[Scully] Let me ask you one more question,
Father Joe.

[Father Joe sighs]

The FBI agent,
the first woman that you saw,

Monica Bannan...

is she still alive?

I feel her.

Yes.

She's still alive.

-Mulder.
-That second victim may be alive.

Everybody's given up on her,
but I'm not going to.

[speaking Russian]

[women muttering in Czech]

[inhales and exhales sharply]

Whoa! Hold up.

Hey, hey.

-Sorry to bother you.
-I'm closed.

No, I just need a moment of your time.

You know we got some
bad weather coming in.

You better get where you're going fast.

So, what do you need?

Yeah, I was wondering if you carry an
animal tranquilizer called acepromazine.

You got a prescription for it?

No, I don't.

Well, I can't sell it to you then.

Can you tell me
if you've ever sold any to this man?

[phone ringing]

-I am never getting out of here.
-I'm just--

Nutter's Feed.

[truck door shuts]

Yeah, I was just closing up
and I'm gonna pick him up.

Yeah, goodbye. Yeah.

What happened to the other guy?

Who?

The guy who was standing right here.

We need to refill this now.

[man sighs] Okay.

[dogs barking]

[crows cawing]

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[♪ suspenseful music continues]

[truck rumbling]

[tires screeching]

[Mulder grunts]

[grunts]

[engine whirring]

[sighs]

[computer beeping]

[beeping continues]

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[Mulder on automated message]
Yeah, it's me.

I must be busy right now. Leave a message.

[beep]

[Scully] Mulder I just found something
in my stem cell research.

Experiments being done
in Russia on dogs, Mulder.

I think that's what your suspects
have been doing, only on humans.

You've got to call me.

[call disconnects]

[Mulder groaning]

[grunts]

[groans]

[grunts]

[panting]

[cell phone ringing]

This is Special Agent Drummy.

[Scully] I've been trying
to find you for hours.

I can't reach Mulder.

Dr. Scully, I'm gonna suggest
you call the police.

This is not an FBI matter.

Listen to me.

I need your help.

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

Then let me talk to somebody there
with some balls who can.

[metal clanks]

[dogs barking in distance]

[speaking Czech]

No. Don't touch me.

-[dogs barking]
-[screaming] No!

[women yelling in Russian]

[woman screaming]

Don't touch me!

[screaming]

[panting]

[metal rattles]

[speaks Russian]

[pants]

[panting]

[man speaks Russian]

[man rasping]

You're going to be fine.

[speaks Russian]

I've taken care of it.

I've taken good care of it.

You don't need this one anymore.

[speaking Russian]

[chain rattling]

[speaking Russian]

Look at me.

You're going to live.

You're going to have a fine,
strong body.

[speaking Russian]

[grunting]

[dog barking]

[dog growling, barking]

[dogs barking]

[speaking Russian]

[dog whimpers]

[speaking Russian]

[woman groans]

[man speaking Russian]

[dogs whimpering]

[whimpering]

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

-Yeah. Yeah.
-[man] That's it, right there.

[man 2] There.

Hold.

Looks good.

[indistinct conversation]

[officer] Excuse me.

-I'm Dana Scully, and that's my car.
-Right.

[officer] I talked to some bigwig
down at the FBI.

-A call from Washington.
-Yeah, that's him.

[Scully] Walter Skinner.

Is there any indication what happened
or any footprints?

[officer] Well, we did find this.

You might want to give it to him.

Excuse me.

It's his cell phone. It's got blood on it.

Hey, listen to me. Calm down.

Stop and think. He's okay.

He's got to be.
No, he climbed out of there somehow.

And if he climbed out,
he probably climbed up.

[dogs barking in distance]

[dogs continue barking]

[barking continues]

[speaking Russian]

Stop! Back off!

-[speaking Russian]
-Back off. Back away.

Back off. Back off.

You speak English?
Do you speak English?

I want her out of here.

I want those tubes out of her neck
and I want her neck sewn up.

-[speaking Russian]
-Do it! Do it!

[groans]

[groaning]

We will find him.

I know Mulder.
He'd get to a phone and call first.

He wouldn't do anything crazy.

Not overly crazy.

[indistinct conversation]

[man speaking Russian]

[groans weakly]

[groaning]

Wait a minute. Back up.

Just-- just stop. Back up.

Stop.

What is it?

Proverbs 25:2.

[man speaking Russian]

"Glory of God to hide a thing."

I've got it.

It's an invoice for medical supplies
to a Dr. Uroff-Koltoff.

It's an address on Bellflower Road.

[dogs barking in distance]

-Listen.
-[Walter] What?

[barking continues]

Dogs. Dogs!

[dogs barking]

[metal scraping]

[groans]

[Scully] Hey.

Mulder!

Can you hear me?

[Scully panting]

Sorry about your car.

[Scully panting]

The girl, still inside.

[speaking Russian]

-Show me your hands!
-[speaking Russian]

Show me your hands!

Scalpel down. Put the scalpel down!

Put the scalpel down!
Or I'll blow your goddamn head off!

Get over there!

My God! What have you done?

-[yelling in Russian]
-What have you done?

Mulder needs warm clothes and fluids.

Oh, God!

I've got work to do here.

[Walter] Get in! Get in!

[woman speaking Russian]

-The girl inside?
-Scully's got her.

She's in good hands.

-Skinner?
-Yeah.

Cold.

I got you.

I got you.

Mulder.

What's up, Doc?

Father Joe is dead.

He was clearly a very sick man.

Did you see this story?

The FBI is claiming Father Joe
was an accomplice.

Not a word about his psychic connection.

He's dead, Mulder.

We'll never know.

I know, Scully. And I can prove it.

Father Joe died of lung cancer, right?

The same as that man that Dr. Frankenstein
tried to give a new body.

-Mulder...
-What time did you pull those tubes

from that woman's neck?

What time did you cut off
the blood supply to that man's head.

That's when Father Joe died.

You get me his death certificate,
and I'll show it to you.

And then I'll take it to the FBI,
and I'll show them.

Do you think they're really
gonna take your call?

It's an injustice to the man's name.

Well, considering his crimes
against those young boys,

who is really gonna care?

I thought you believed him, too.

I wanted to believe him.

I did believe him.

I acted on that belief.

Why don't you just tell me
what he said to you?

He told me,

"Don't give up."

And I didn't,

and it saved your life.

But I've put that boy through hell,

and I have another surgery
scheduled for this morning,

because I believed
that God was telling me to.

Through a pedophile priest, no less.

What if Father Joe's prayers
were answered after all?

What if he were forgiven?

Because he didn't give up.

Try proving that one, Mulder.

I'm due at the hospital.

[Mulder] Scully.

Why would he say that?

"Don't give up."

Why would he say such a thing to you?

I think that was clearly
meant for you, Mulder.

He didn't say it to me.
He said it to you.

Um...

If Father Joe were the devil,

why would he say the opposite
of what the devil might say?

Maybe that's the answer.

Or the larger answer.

What do you mean?

Don't give up.

Please don't make this
any harder than it already is.

Okay. Okay.

If you have any doubts,

any doubts at all,

just call off that surgery this morning.

And then we'll get out of here.

-Just me and you.
-[sniffles]

As far away from the darkness
as we can?

I'm not sure it works that way.

I think maybe the darkness finds
you and me.

I know it does.

But let it try.

[sighs]

[woman] Are you ready to begin,
Dr. Scully?

Yes.

[theme music playing]

[♪ rock music playing,
UNKLE "Broken"]

♪ Dead state I can feel the weight ♪

♪ Light streaming in
through the open grate ♪

♪ Two thread score tearing up the floor ♪

♪ Out in the alley with the trigger draw ♪

♪ Numb hands I can see the strand ♪

♪ Hold it together with a severed band ♪

♪ Three lost years I've been crying here ♪

♪ I'm over, I'm over, I'm over
I'm broken ♪

♪ Strung out on the wings of the dawn
Hole in the back, soul in the storm ♪

♪ Torn down through the cracks in the dark
We're miles adrift, we're inches apart ♪

♪ I'm hit I can feel the grit ♪

♪ Sat in the asher on the beaten brick ♪

♪ Two thread main
running through the vein ♪

♪ Out in the center with a mirrored cane ♪

♪ Numb feet I can hear you speak ♪

♪ Hold it together with a severed streak ♪

♪ Three long years I've been crying here ♪

♪ I'm over, I'm over, I'm over
I'm broken ♪

♪ Strung out on the wings of the dawn
Hole in the back, soul in the storm ♪

♪ Torn down through the cracks in the dark
We're miles adrift, we're inches apart ♪

♪ Stood up on the side of the earth
Thrown back to the track to the dirt ♪

♪ Two thread, lose an hour a day
We're miles adrift, we're inches away ♪

♪ Strung out on the wings of the dawn
Hole in the back, soul in the storm ♪

♪ Two thread, lose an hour a day
We're miles adrift, we're inches away ♪

♪ We're miles adrift, we're inches away ♪