All language subtitles for The.X-Files.S07E06.The.Goldberg.Variation.VF

Three.

Give me two.

Two.

Can I have five cards,
please?

Five?
What, are you serious?

Four's the limit.
Let's see your ace.

If Mr. Weems wants five,

give him five.

[Dealing Cards]

Dealer takes two.

Four.

Nah.

- How much is that?
- [Dealer] Four grand keeps you in...

you and your five
shiny new cards.

[Chuckles]

There's 4,000.

And four more.

Let's make this interesting.

I'm raising you 15 large.

I wouldn't do that.
This is all I need.

You're gonna need Depends...
after you see this hand.

Now we show each other
our cards?

[Sighs]

Four kings.

That's a straight flush,
right?

Beginner's luck.

- What the hell
do you think you're doin'?
- Going home.

No, no.
Not so fast.

We expect a chance to win
some of our money back.

Guys, there's over
a hundred thousand dollars here.

You're damn right there's over
a hundred thousand dollars there.

A hundred thousand's
all I need.

Sorry.

I had fun, though.

Where can I cash out?

Playing Over Speakers]

Guys, I think we're going up
instead of down.

Guys?

Guys, this is not what
I meant by "cashing out." Hey!

Hey!

[Screaming]

[Grunts]

- [Line Ringing]
- [Mulder] Hello?

Mulder, it's me. What now?

- Are you in Chicago?
- Yes, I'm in Chicago.

I'm on the northeast corner of Seventh
and Hunter just like you asked.

Only you're not here.
So where are you?

Oh, around.

- Yeah?
- Hey, nice outfit.

Hey.

What's down there?

Before you check out down there,
check out up there.

The top two floors are leased
to oneJimmy Catrona,

- whose name you might be familiar with.
- Organized crime.

The Bureau's been trying to build
a racketeering case
against him the past few years.

Gambling, extortion, murder.

Which is why last night there
were two agents parked across
the street in surveillance.

They witnessed a man being thrown
from Catrona's roof at 10:40 p.m.

This man fell 30 floors,
plus the distance down this shaft...

because these doors just happened to be
open, straight through, nothing but net.

- Ouch.
- I'm guessing that's what he said...

after he got up, climbed out of here
and scampered off into the night.

- Mulder, you keep saying this man.
Who is this man?
- No idea.

He got away. The agents gave chase,
but no clear description.

- Was this basement thoroughly searched?
- No.

Technically, falling 300 feet
and surviving isn't a crime.

And your theory is?

What if this man had some kind
of special capability...

some kind of genetic
predisposition towards...

rapid healing
or tissue regeneration?

So basically, what we if
were looking for Wile E. Coyote?

You're saying that
he's invulnerable.

- Right?
- Yeah.

In 1998, there was a British soldier
who plummeted 4,500 feet
when his parachute failed.

Then he walked away
with a broken rib.

- What's your point?
- My point is that if there's...

a wind gust
or a sudden updraft,

and plus if he landed
in exactly the right way...

I mean, I don't know.
Maybe he just got lucky.

What if he got
really, really lucky?

That's your big scientific
explanation, Scully?

I mean, how many thousands
of variables would have to convene...

- in just the right mixture
for that theory to hold water?
- I don't know.

No. Thousands.

- Mulder?
- Yeah?

[Scully]
Look at this.

If this cart were on the platform when
he hit, that would explain the wheels.

And what if this whole thing
had just enough give to save his life?

- We'd have to find him to ask.
- Yeah, we'd have to find him.

Looks like maybe we found
part of him already.

[Doorbell Buzzing]

I think you're taking
a flier here, Mulder.

There's gotta be at least 600 people
with prosthetic eyes
in the greater Chicago area.

But only this one Henry Weems
made an appointment this morning
to get a new one.

Maybe he can't see his way
to the door.

[Door Opens]

Come on, Scully.
I'm feeling lucky.

[Elevator Bell Dings]

[Door Opens]

Can you help me?
It's an emergency.

[Water Spraying]

- Ma'am, we're not plumbers.
- I didn't say you were.

I just want the damn water
turned off so I can go to work.

You gotta be stronger than me, right?
Valve's under the sink.

Your building super Henry Weems,
he isn't around?

Mr. Dependable? Might as well wait
forJimmy Hoffa to show up.

You're turning it
the wrong way.

- Hey, Richie, sweetheart, back in bed.
- But, Mom...

Butts are for sitting,
and I want yours back in bed.

He's right.
Clockwise.

I know that.

Clockwise.

[Floorboards Creaking]

You okay, Mulder?

Yeah, it's all right.
My ass broke the fall.

Guess who I found.

Henry Weems, I presume?

Next time leave the plumbing
to a professional.

Oh, uh...

Oh, uh, you wanna try
this on for size, Cinderella?

Mr. Weems, why were you hiding
in a vacant apartment?

Not hiding. Avoiding.

- Avoiding whom?
- You people.

Now that you found me,
let's just get it over with.

No way am I testifying
againstJimmy Catrona.

Last night, Catrona had you thrown
off the roof of 1107 Hunter Avenue.

- Is that correct?
- You didn't hear it from me.

I'm not letting you people move me
to Muncie, Indiana to milk cows.

More to the point,
you survived a 300-foot fall,

- essentially unharmed.
- [Flesh Squishing]

I don't know.
Maybe the wind was just right.

And I landed on
a bunch of towels. No biggie.

- You got lucky?
- Yeah, I guess.

Except you should look
at my bruise.

[Moans]

Plus, I didn't get to keep
my poker winnings.

So, that's what you were doing there
last night, playing poker?

Catrona thought I was cheating.
I wasn't.

But like I said,
you didn't hear it from me.

Must've been a high-stakes game,
I imagine. Did you win a lot of money?

I don't know.

A little.

[Mulder]
What is that? Did you make it?

Uh-huh.

- It's sort of a hobby.
- Mm-hmm.

Mind if l...

- Ah. That's craftsmanship.
- Wow.

- What does it mean?
- What do you mean what does it mean?

- What's...
- It doesn't mean anything.

I just sort of...
I don't know.

It's cause and effect.

- So, are... are we done here?
- [Scully] Mr. Weems?

Can I ask you to reconsider
testifying against Catrona?

- Nope. No way, Jose.
- It would be in your best interest.

He's tried to kill you once,
and he will undoubtedly do it again.

- Yeah, we can protect you.
- I'll take my chances.

So, here's the plan
as I see it.

We inform the Chicago
field office about Weems,

leaving it to them
to secure his testimony.

You change your clothes,

we fly back to D.C. By sunset
and all is right with the world.

Come on, Scully. Are you gonna dump this
case just as it's getting interesting?

Interesting, Mulder, was when
we were looking for Wile E. Coyote.

Come on, Mulder. This guy just
got lucky. There's no X-File here.

Maybe his luck is the X-File.

Stairs.

[Elevator Bell Dings]

Oh.

Car keys.
Must have lost 'em when I fell.

- [Doorbell Buzzing]
- [Gunshot]

[Gasps]

So, you get many of these?

Okay.

So, uh, they searched
the entire building,

and there's no sign
of Henry Weems.

I'm guessing that
he's on the run.

Our dead man's name is Angelo Bellini,
a.k.a., Angie the Animal.

He's an enforcer
for the Catrona family.

And I don't think
his visit was friendly.

You think that Weems
could have killed him in self-defense?

A skinny guy with no depth perception
against a man nicknamed the Animal?

I don't think so. You and I both
know Weems didn't kill anybody.

Besides, we were gone for two minutes.
This guy doesn't have a scratch on him.

I'm thinking it was
a heart attack.

What the hell
happened here, Mulder?

Cause and effect.

- Meaning?
- Okay, so watch.

So Bellini kicks down the door.
[Karate Grunt]

Poised to kill Weems, right? But just
as he's about to pull the trigger,

a noise startles him.

The buzzer when I buzzed
to be let back in the apartment.

So when he does pull the trigger,
his aim is off.

Right?
And he hits the lamp...

which falls over and knocks over
the ironing board.

So as the bullet ricochets,
Weems dives over the sofa.

Now when Bellini goes for him,
he trips over the ironing board,

bounces off the chair,
flips end-over-end...

and his shoelace gets caught
in the fan... Q.E.D.

Cause and effect.

Seemingly unrelated and
unconnected events and occurrences...

that appear unrelated
and random beforehand,

but which seem to chain-react
in Henry Weems' favor.

- Dumb luck?
- Yeah. He seems to have
tapped into it somehow.

He won big at poker,

he survived getting thrown off
a skyscraper, and now this.

- Hang on a second.
- Okay.

Hey, your name's Richie,
right?

- Yeah.
- I'm Dana.

- Hi.
- Why don't we, uh,
head back to your room.

I'm sure that's what
your mom would want.

So, I'm guessing
you're a sports fan.

Which one's your favorite?

Well, it used
to be basketball,

but now the Bulls suck,
so I think maybe baseball.

I like baseball too.

Did Henry make this for you?

[Bell Ringing]

[Chuckles]

- That's pretty neat.
- Yeah.

He made it for me
when I was in the hospital.

He said it's 'cause
everything happens for a reason.

Only just sometimes
it's hard for us to see.

You went to the hospital
because of your liver?

It doesn't work so good.

- Police looking for Henry?
- Yeah.

They just wanna talk to him.

Do you have any idea
where he might have gone?

Mm-mm.

Since I got sick,
he hardly ever goes out.

- The boy give you any leads?
- He knows nothing.

- Mulder, as to your theory,
- Mm-hmm?

Why would the world's
most supernaturally lucky man...

work as a building superintendent?

I mean, why doesn't he just run down
to the Illinois State Lottery,

enter and, you know,
he'd win automatically?

[Door Opens]

[Door Closes]

[Footsteps]

[Chuckles]

How you feelin', pal?

I'm okay.

The police are lookin'
for you, though.

How come?

Uh, you know.

You do folks a favor,
wire their joint for free cable...

Don't worry about it.

You gonna be okay
by yourself for a while?

Where you goin'?

Somethin' I gotta do
I've been puttin' off.

You get some rest.

That's it?
You've got nothing else?

Okay, thank you.

Henry Weems has no police record,
I assume.

He has no record
of any kind, Mulder.

He doesn't earn enough
in a year to file tax returns.

He has no savings account,
no checking account, no insurance.

Doesn't even have a video rental
card for that matter.
Doesn't even have a driver's license.

I mean, it's like he's intentionally
stayed off the radar.

He's retired from the world.

Ever since December 1989.

That's when a commuter jet
crashed into Lake Michigan...

carrying 21 passengers.

- There was one survivor.
- Henry.

Yeah. That's how
he lost his eye.

Snowy night, Christmas rush.
He'd been bumped from three flights...

before they finally found a seat
for him on that fateful plane.

- Guess what seat number.
- Thirteen?

- Of flight seven.
- More good luck you're saying?

Call it good or bad, but maybe
that's where it all started.

What if a brand-new Henry Weems
was plucked from the wreckage...

one whose fortunes had been
irrevocably permanently changed?

Before 1989, Henry held down a job
for nine years at a train yard.

But after the accident, as you said,
it's like he disappeared
off the face of the earth.

He severed ties with all his friends
and moved out to Melrose Park.

Mulder, there are millions of reasons
for that, including survivor's guilt.

What doesn't track for me is why
Henry Weems would drop off the map...

just because he suddenly
became incredibly lucky.

What doesn't track for me is why
he's resurfaced after all these years.

Why he suddenly decided
to use his luck in this way.

- [Man] All right, take care
of yourself, brother.
- Later.

Hey, what's the, uh,
lottery up to?

- Twenty-eight million.
- I don't need that much.

You don't need that much?
How much do you need, uh, Rockefeller?

More like a hundred grand.

Here goes.
One dollar.

[Cash Register Ringing]

[Scoffs]
These suck.

[Man On TV] More on this morning's
Melrose Park shooting.

Let's go live to the scene
with Megan MacLean.

Police have confirmed that a
Melrose Park building superintendent...

is wanted for questioning
in a case some sources term...

an unusually vicious
gangland slaying.

You did it!
You won a hundred grand!

- Where do I collect the money?
- Man, they'll mail it to ya.

Eighty-two hundred dollars
a month for twelve months. Yeah!

That's too long.

No, please,
I wouldn't do that.

Oh, baby!
Oh, sweet baby!

Anything in the trash can
is the store's property.

- Yeah, right. In your face!
- Please, no, just throw it away.

Something bad is gonna happen.

So long, suckers.
[Laughing]

I did it!
I won! I won the lottery!

A hundred grand, fools!
A hundred grand!

On three.
One, two, three.

So, let me get this straight.

- This is the man who
initially won the money?
- Mm-hmm.

And once you and he ascertained that
the accident victim was still alive,

this man fled on foot?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

After which, the man
who was hit by the truck...

handed you the
lottery card and said...

"Maurice, I want you
to have this."

Mm-hmm.

Thank you, Mr. Albert.
I think that will be all.

Thank you.

For such a fortunate man,
a lot of unfortunate things
happen in Henry Weems' wake.

Maybe that's part of the package.
You can't have one without the other.

So, Mulder, Henry Weems
came here to buy a lottery ticket.

Why?

Maybe it's like you said:
"Why wouldn't the luckiest man in
the world enter the lottery?"

Actually, that's exactly
what you said...

about an hour
after you said it.

[Sighs]

Well, he's not in his place
and he's not with Richie.

You think he hid in there?

He doesn't hide.
He avoids.

Well, pretty damn well, I'd say.

That thing must go
all over the building, Mulder.

I'll start with the roof
if you wanna start with the basement.

[Doorknob Rattling]

Hey! Hey!

Watch the rough stuff!

- Henry Weems, you're a hard man
to track down.
- I'm workin' here!

Oh? You and I
are gonna have a talk.

- You just sit right here
and don't move, okay?
- Tough guy.

[Floorboards Creaking]

Oh, crap. Not again.

- [Groans]
- [Grunts]

[Woman]
Let's get him up to O.R.
Coming through.

Excuse us.

Does it hurt?

Stings a bit.

But I'll live.

Come over here, Henry.
I wanna try something.

- What's that about?
- I haven't a clue.

Nine of clubs.
You go.

- What for?
- I think you know.

Oh, you win.

Double or nothing.

[Cards Shuffling]

Ooo-hoo!
Tough to beat.

- You win again!
- Mulder, what does that prove?

I think it proves if we played
this 10,000 times in a row,

he would win
10,000 times in a row.

He's incapable of losing.

How does it feel to be
the luckiest man in the universe, Henry?

It's a nightmare.
You have no idea.

No, I do.

'Cause when you get lucky...
really, really lucky...

people around you
tend to suffer, is that right?

I think it's a balance thing.

Something good happens to me,

then everybody else has to
take it in the keister.

So you stayed close to home mostly,
kept a low profile.

But recently you've been venturing out
further. You played poker with mobsters.

I figured they could
stand the trimming.

Bunch of goombah jerks.
They got issues, man.

You don't mind so much
if a few criminals get hurt,

but then you went
and you played the lottery.

- I don't...
- I knew I shouldn't have done that.

- I needed the money.
- For what?

For Richie, right?

It's the complications
from his hepatitis.

He's on every donor list
they got, but...

he's got a rare blood type...
"B" negative.

And he's... C.N. Something.

C.M.V. Negative...
Cytomegalovirus.

There's no way they're
gonna find a donor in time.

There's a treatment program
in England.

Hundred grand gets him in.

It's experimental, but...
it's the best chance he's got now.

- Am I under arrest?
- No.

However, you will need protection
from Catrona and his men.

I'd say they need
protection from me.

I'm sorry, Mulder.
That was utterly irresponsible.

You're feeding the delusions
of a man who had three attempts
made upon his life.

You're supposed to be talking him
into protective custody, not out of it.

I'd agree with you if I thought
his life was in danger.

As it is, he's doing a betterjob on
Catrona's organization than the F.B.I.

I'm wondering if we shouldn't
make him an honorary agent.

[Scully] Mulder, you're putting
an astounding amount of faith...

in coincidence and luck.

Essentially, you're betting
a man's life on it.

And even if you believe
in so-called lucky streaks,

you have to know
they all eventually end.

[Chuckles]
Luckiest man in the world?

Well, Mulder,
I just beat him.

- Mulder?
- Come on, Scully.

Henry!

- [Body Thuds]
- [People Chattering]

- You're supposed to be resting.
- I am resting.

Playing on the floor
doesn't count.

Don't you ever get tired
of this thing?

Henry said it's educational.

Yeah, well, I don't want you believing
everything that Henry says.

Did you know the police
are looking for him?

- Henry said it's no big deal.
- When did you see...

Mom, what's wrong?

How's he doin'?

He's got a bruised rib
and a black eye.

It certainly could have been worse.
And don't tell me he just got lucky.

Far from it.

Maybe what you said
about streaks is right.

Looks like his has
just about run its course.

I don't mean to make light
of his misfortune,

but it may have knocked
some sense into his head.

He's agreed to testify
against Catrona.

- What?
- Our guy from theJustice
Department just called.

They're filing a federal warrant
this afternoon.

- This mook Weems...
- This mook Weems was street pizza
last I heard from you.

He was.
I don't know what it is.

Maybe he has some special ability.

He's impervious or something.

Anyway, we can't get to him.
They got cops all over the hospital.

Who says we have to get to him?

I want the toy
Henry made me, Mom.

Can you please go get it?

Uh, sure, honey.

- We gotta go.
- Richie, I will bring it
and I will follow you there.

I will meet you
at the hospital, okay?

[Heart Monitor Beeping]

[Footsteps Approaching]

- Did you find her?
- No.

You know Catrona took her.
He did it to keep me from testifying.

And he's who we're focused on.
But there's no sign of
a kidnapping, no ransom note.

- He's too smart for that.
- It makes it very hard for us
to obtain a search warrant.

- We'll get one, though.
- When?

Tomorrow? Next week?

Could someone sit
with him at least?

Hold up, Henry. What if
what I said before wasn't true?

That your luck hasn't changed? Maybe
all this is happening for a reason.

So you're saying that Maggie
getting taken is a good thing?

No, I'm saying that what looks like it
might be bad luck may not be bad luck.

That we can't tell yet.
We're not in that position.

We can't see the forest
for the trees.

How is he?

Not good. If we don't find a donor
in the next few hours...

Scully, what if everybody that becomes
involved in Henry Weems' life...

somehow becomes an integral part
of his luck, including you and I?

Mulder, you're speaking
as if we're all trapped...

in one of those contraptions
that he built.

- What are you doing?
- Looking for Maggie Lupone.

Luck is the overreaching force
in this investigation.

I say we roll with it.

- Yeah. Let's call that a dry run.
- Yeah.

[Elevator Bell Dings]

Look who came calling.

I wanted to tell you personally
that there's no hard feelings.

I'm not testifying
against you.

Just let Maggie Lupone go.

Maggie?

I don't know anybody named Maggie.

You know anybody named Maggie?

[Laughing]

Fellas, don't jerk me around.

Jerk you around?

You tried to cheat me
out of a hundred large,

you kill Angie,
you put Sal in the hospital.

I'm jerkin' you around?

I apologize for my choice of words.

Please, just let her go.

Her kid's really sick.

I don't care what happens to me.

You'll care.

By the time I'm finished,

you'll definitely care.

Henry?

Richie, how is he?

Not that one.

Use the small one.

Hey!

Henry?

[Groaning]

Don't you hurt him,
you son of a bitch!

Shut her up!

[Grunting]

[Maggie]
Henry!

[Gasps]

Oh!

[Man]
Check downstairs!

[Mulder] What are the odds
for Catrona being a perfect match?

- A thousand to one? A million to one?
- Maybe higher.

Maybe everything
does happen for a reason.

Whether we see it or not.

Maybe your luck is changing.

Maybe.

[Bell Ringing]

[Child]
I made this!