All language subtitles for The.X-Files.S07E20.Fight.Club.VF

[Knocking]

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

- Actually, I'm just...
- We really won't take up
much of your time.

- I'm just waiting for a call.
- We're all waiting, ma'am,

for the good Lord
to call in his flock.

From the cable TV people.

I'm just moving in.
God bless.

[Knocking]

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

- Yes?
- Y-You're...

- Weren't you...
- Yeah, didn't we just...

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

- Excuse me?
- We just spoke to a woman
who... could've been your twin.

- [Chuckles]
- What are you talking about?

Yeah, just down the street. She's
just moving in. Your spitting image.

You're really not gonna believe it
when you see her.

- Ma'am?
- Go away! Get out of here!

[Blow Lands]

[Groans]

[Siren Wails]

[Groans]

Okay.

Betty Templeton?

- Yes?
- We're with the F.B.I.

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

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

Well, we have two young men in the car
who say you do know something.

[Betty]
Oh, my God!

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

They were beaten to within
an inch of their lives by each other...

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

- What woman?
- A woman who, by both
young men's accounts,

fits your description.

She, uh,
lives around here?

Are you a practitioner
of the occult, Miss Templeton?

Wicca, voodoo, Satanism,
the black art of bodily bilocation?

Me?
[Chuckles] No.

You know what they say.

Everyone has a twin
out there somewhere.

No, we don't know
what they say.

Well, if there's someone who
fits my description, why isn't
someone talking to her?

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

Frankly, we're not even sure
if she exists.

[Car Approaching]

[Engine Revving]

[Tires Screeching]

[Crashes]

[Mulder]
This is an F.B.I. Fleet sedan...

from our Kansas City
field office, requisitioned
by two seasoned agents there,

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

in a novel effort
to kill her male counterpart.

Now, you might think I'm gonna
suggest psychokinesis, P. K...

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

But it's not?

Both agents sustained critical injuries.
Their stories eerily similar,

as if they temporarily
lost control of their minds,
unable to alter their behavior.

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

a fate stalking the agents
like an animal.

- But you're not?
- No, the interesting thing
about these agents...

is that they had worked together
for seven years previously
without any incident.

- Seven years?
- Yeah, but they are not...

romantically involved,
if that's what you're thinking.

Not even I would be
so farfetched.

You have any ideas, Scully?
Any thoughts?

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

Playing Watson
to your Sherlock.

You dangling clues out
in front of me one by one.

It's a game, and...

And as usual, you're holding
something back from me.

You're not telling me
something about this case.

Hmm?

[Scoffs] Okay, so these agents
were investigating something.

- [Chuckles]
- Something much like...

what they themselves
were almost killed by.

Uh, something they
came into contact with.

Uh, third party.

Two third parties.

Twins?

Relatives?

Uh, doppelganger?

Uh, corporeal likeness...

that appears unbidden
from the spirit world,

the sight of which
presages one's own death.

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

which,
in psychological terms,

represents the person's
secret desires and impulses,

committing acts that a real person
cannot commit himself...

or... herself.

Mulder, the slide, please.

Yes!

Don't go thinking I'm gonna
start doing the autopsies.

[Sighs]

Excuse me.

Hi. I applied for
the sales job you posted.

Ah, yeah. I remember.
How could I forget?

- Excuse me?
- Uh, there's a problem
with your application,

- as I recall, Miss...
- Pfeiffer.

- Are you sure?
- Lulu Pfeiffer, yes.

You reside at
15527 Morton Bay Street?

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

Yes. And I don't have
my new address yet.

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

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

Seventeen jobs in seventeen states
in the past three years?

You seem to have as many jobs here
as you have addresses.

L... I had
a restless streak.

Well, the copy business
takes a motivated person.

Oh, I'm an extremely versatile employee,
as you can see by my resum�.

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

"Mongolian barbecue chef,
high-rise window washer,

- wild animal trainer, palm reader."
- [Machines Whirring Loudly]

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

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

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

Who's running
this place?

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

- Oh, God.
- Here. Over here. Oh, that's great.

- Can you help me turn this thing off?
- [Whirring Continues]

[Man]
My only copy!

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

Seventeen jobs
in the last three years.

I would've listed more, but there
wasn't any room left on your form.

Seventeen's plenty,
believe me.

I think you'll find my former
employees will only give the
highest personal references...

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

"Mongolian barbecue chef,
high-rise window washer.

Wild animal trainer?"

I'm a highly versatile employee.

[Scoffs]

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

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

- [Knocking]
- Who is it?

[Mulder]
Mr. Zupanic, it's the F.B.I.

- Excuse me?
- It's the F.B.I., Mr. Zupanic.

- Open up.
- Give me a minute.

- Bert Zupanic?
- Yeah?

We're hoping you could help us
find the whereabouts...

of a woman we think
you're familiar with...

a Betty Templeton.

I don't know
no Betty Templeton.

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

Five foot three,
red hair.

Maybe I can
jog your memory.

Are you still pleading
ignorance, Mr. Zupanic?

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

- Yeah.
- Then who's that sitting next to you?

- Her.
- Try Betty Templeton.

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

- She did?
- Mm-hmm.

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

- Alderwood, blue house.
- On Alderwood?

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

No, sir...
I mean, ma'am.

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

- You know what I'm thinking.
- That Mr. Zupanic not only
knows Betty Templeton...

and where we can find her, but that
he is hip to whatever she's into,

and I should take a look at that house
he mentioned on Morton Bay Street...

while you go and find out
from Mr. Zupanic what it is exactly...

that he's clearly hiding
about Betty Templeton.

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

Well, I guess that's why
they put the "l" in the F.B.I.

[Sighs]

[Elevator Bell Dings]

[Man OverJukebox]

Give me a double,
Freddy.

I thought you were in training,
Bert, my man.

- Would you just pour?
- All right.

Nice outfit.

Freddy,
fire in the hole.

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

Oh, my God!
How did you do that?

- Do what?
- How did you know my drink?

I feel like you're looking
right through me,

like you're reading
my soul like a book.

Maybe you've had enough
of the vodka.

- You are in trouble, aren't you?
- I don't know.

I could be.

What kind of trouble
are you looking for?

You don't want to go home
tonight, okay?

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

Anyway, I'm Betty Templeton.

Alderwood Avenue.

- My God.
- [Chuckling]

I'm shaking.

- [Door Opens]
- [Mutters, Laughs]

[Bert]
Oh... Oh, that's perfect.

[Whispering, Indistinct]

[Rattling, Clinking]

[Man]
Hey.

[Panicked Chattering]

[Indistinct Chattering]

[Laughter]

[Mulder]
Hey, Scully!

I want you to meet a buddy of mine,
Mr. Argyle "Sapersteen."

- "Stein."
- Saperstein. Excuse me.

- [Hebrew]
- This is my partner, Dana Scully.

Pleasure and an honor.

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

Not solved it, but I have narrowed
down the search for our perpetrator...

with the kind help
of Mr. Saperstein here.

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

Our mystery woman is indeed
involved with Mr. Bert Zupanic,

the man we spoke to
at his hotel,

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

If it's the lady I'm thinking,
she's not much to look at,

but he says
she brings him luck.

- Bert Zupanic is a boxer?
- A wrestler, semipro.

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

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

Right, Mr. Saperstein? Plus,
Mr. Saperstein was gonna show me...

some in-your-face smack down
moves so I can quit getting
my ass kicked so often, right?

Oh, and there's... there's
an art exhibit that traces
the influence of Soviet art...

on the American
pop culture, right?

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

Finding Betty Templeton
won't solve this case, Mulder.

Not unless
we find Lulu Pfeiffer.

- Who's Lulu Pfeiffer?
- Our doppelganger...

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

But she's not a manifestation,
Mulder. She's real...

and so is the path of destruction
that she's left in her wake.

Though there seems to be no connection
of any kind between these two women,

Betty Templeton
and Lulu Pfeiffer...

have traveled city to city
across 17 U.S. States,

one alternately trailing
the other for the past 12 years.

- And wherever they have been,
mayhem has followed.
- Damn.

It's not just car accidents
and fistfights, Mulder.

- It's house fires
and explosions and even riots.
- The lady knows her stuff.

- Sholom Aleichem.
- Yeah. Your mama.

[Ringing]

- Hello.
- Where's my money?

I got it,
and I'm bringing it.

Yeah, that's what I heard last night.
Now you got the feds on your ass.

- What?
- Your good luck charm
don't sound so lucky no more.

Maybe I should cancel
the fight.

I'm bringing the money, okay?
I'm bringing it!

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

[Dial Tone Humming]

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

I gotta be somewhere,
okay?

Why? What time is it?
Oh, God, I'm gonna be late for work!

You were incredible.

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

You just can't
help yourself, baby.

[Knocking]

Where were you last night?

- Where was I?
- Yeah.

- Well, l...
- You said, "Meet me for a drink."

- [Stammering]
- That's what you said.

I was there,
and l-I was waiting on you.

- Are you two-timing me, Bert?
- How can you say that?
You're my good luck charm.

- Who is she?
- "Who is she?"

You do not wanna get in the ring
with me, mister!

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

- You're acting crazy, sweetie.
- I'm gonna look under every single...

Hey! I know this hairpin.

Oh, l-I can explain that.

You lovable lug,
Bert Zupanic!

I'm sorry, baby.
This is mine.

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

- You forgive me?
- I forgive you.

- I'm in training. You've gotta
go to work. You're late.
- No. No.

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

- Good looks and charm.
What's not to love, all right?
- There's a lot to love.

- I know. You go on.
No! You have to go.
- But why... But...

- Will you call me at least? Bye.
- You bet. I'm on the phone now, okay?

[People Arguing]

- [People Shouting]
- Bert, did I hear voices?

- Voices? I didn't hear any voices.
- [Gunshots]

Oh!

Oh.

Where's the Titanic?

What?

Your boyfriend,
the wrestler.

Wow, talk about moves.

I can't believe that
we barely just met.

He's supposed
to meet me here.

He's coming here?

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

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

Zupanic, hey.

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

- My girlfriend?
- [Rumbling]

Holy shoot!

[Panicked Chattering]

[Woman]
What is that?

- [Rumbling Stops]
- [Door Opens]

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

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

- She just went to the can?
- Ten seconds ago.

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

Why don't I meet you
outside in the park?

- I was just gonna get some lunch.
- Perfect.

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

- Oh, yeah.
- [Chuckles]

[Sighs]
Now...

- Bert?
- [Rumbling]

[Rumbling Stops]

I have a little business
to attend to, sweetie.

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

[Rumbling]

[Panicked Chattering]

[Woman Screams]

- [Rumbling]
- [Glass Shattering Continues]

[Rumbling Stops]

[Indistinct Chattering]

[Door Opens, Closes]

[Camera Shutter Clicking]

Mr. Zupanic?

[Muttering]

What happened?

Uh, there was
an incident.

You were struck
by flying glass.

Did you lose something?

Yeah. My good luck.

Would that be Betty
or Lulu, Mr. Zupanic?

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

Where are they,
Mr. Zupanic?

Excuse me.

- F.B.I.
- Can I help you?

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

Betty. This man's
from the F.B.I.

- Betty Templeton?
- I'm just getting off work.
Could we talk some other time?

I think we both know why
I'm here.

- It's her fault!
- Lulu Pfeiffer.

She follows me around
trying to ruin my life.

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

I don't want to leave Kansas.

- Scully.
- Hey, Scully.

I found her
at Koko's Copy Center.

- Betty Templeton?
- Yeah.

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

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

That's exactly what
Lulu says about Betty,

except she says this is the end of
the line, that she's not leaving Kansas.

- That's exactly what Betty said.
- What's going on here?

I don't know, Scully. You're running
this show. Why don't you tell me?

I think that this is more than
just physical proximity, Mulder.

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

- No... [Static] Sherlock.
- [Car Approaching]

Hey, Scully,
uh, where's Lulu?

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

She wouldn't be driving
a little blue convertible, would she?

That's exactly
what she's driving.

Oh, crap.

- Can I help you?
- Uh, yes.

I'm looking for someone.
He was here speaking to an employee,

and I can't seem
to reach him.

- Tall guy, dark hair? He left.
- Yeah.

- And you don't know where he went?
- Couldn't say.

- Okay.
- However, I can tell you...

we have a two-for-one
copy discount in effect.

[Chuckles]

- How about Internet access?
- Right this way.

[Door Buzzes]

- Is he in there?
- Yeah. Sleeping.

- Can you wake him up for me?
- You sure you wanna do that?

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

Mr. Damfuse?

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

[Breathing Heavily]

Mr. Damfuse, I'm Special Agent
Dana Scully with the F.B.I.

What's so special
about you?

It's an F.B. I title, sir.

I know it is.
I'm not stupid!

Mr. Damfuse, if you'll
let me explain why I'm here,

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

Ah! What a relief!

Mr. Damfuse, through a lot
of matching up of documents...

that I have been able
to compile on the Internet...

and by comparing time and space
and circumstance...

and by liberally applying
the law of averages...

They could electrocute
me quicker!

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

I'm no father!

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

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

I Yankee Doodled
into a plastic cup!

Well, be that as it may, sir,
it is very likely that you
are the biological father.

And it is very important for their
safety and for the safety of others...

that we get as much information
as possible about your mother
and your father...

and anything about your family tree
that may be able to explain...

the reactions that are being caused
by these two girls.

A big ugly dog lifted its leg
on my family tree!

[Man]
Make room for Daddy.

Shut up, you fat ox!

- Oh.
- You aren't answering your phone?

I'm just screening my calls.

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

I got... big trouble, baby.

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

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

I've lost my financing.

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

It was my good luck
to meet you.

And if you could just...

- If you could help
the Titanic find a way.
- "Find a way"?

They say I'm old,
I'm washed up.

All I want's a shot.

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

Maybe I can.

[Whimpers]

[Knocking]

You're not answering
your phone?

Lulu?

Someone else you
were expecting? Well?

Baby, I got trouble.
I got big trouble.

- [Ringing]
- Mulder?

- Yeah.
- Where have you been?

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

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

The more pressing question is,
what the hell happened to Betty
Templeton and Lulu Pfeiffer?

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

Both women are nonfraternal siblings
from the same father.

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

[Shouting]
When is all this yammering gonna stop?

And he's
given you insight?

Well, the biggest thing that
I can figure out right now...

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

Not as angry as those
two women are gonna be...

when they both realize they're in love
with the one and only Bert Zupanic.

- They're both after him?
- They're both in love with him.

That's why they're both staying
in Kansas City and they won't leave.

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

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

I don't know. You're the one who's
supposed to have all the answers.

Somebody's got to get to that fight
and keep those two women apart,

or else this time the...
[Static] is going to hit the fans.

[Man]
Well, hi.

Mr. Zupanic?

- [Crowd Cheering]

[Shouting]

- You said you'd have my money.

I'll have it.
I swear I will.

I'll call off
the damn fight, Titanic.

I'll have these people
cursing your very name!

I'm telling you
it'll be here.

Don't worry.
I promise.

Bert!

Bert, I got it.

How about ya, buddy?

Let's get ready
to rumble.

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

It's you and me...
all the way.

[Bell Dinging]

- [Crowd Booing]
- Yeah!

- [Bell Dinging]
- [Growls, Shouts]

- [Bell Dinging]
- [Shouting]

Ladies and gentlemen,

get out your seats
and on your feets...

for our own hometown boy,

Whoo!

Bert "the Titanic"...

Zupanic!

[Cheering]

- Go, Titanic!
- Oh! Oh, yeah!

Let's take him, baby!
Let's take him, baby!

Whoo!

[Grunting]

[No Audible Dialogue]

- Whoo!
- [Bell Dings]

[Man Whistling]

[Grunting]

Come on!

- [Man] Titanic!
- [Groaning]

- [Shouting]
- [Groans]

[Shouting]

Oh, yeah! Come on!

Whoo-hoo!
Go, Titanic!

You can do it, Titanic!

Betty Templeton.

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

I'm watching the fight!

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

I can't believe this.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?
I'm Bert's good luck.

- He's mine!
- Over my dead body!

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

I'm gonna kick your butt
from here till Tuesday!

Stick a fork in you!
You're done! Hi, baby.

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

- Bert, I got the money.
- Lulu?

Kick his butt, Bert.

[Screaming, Shouting]

- [Bert] Lulu!
- [Screams]

No! Bert!

[Shouting Continues]

Oh, my.

Oh, my God!

What?

Why...

- [Shouting]
- [Shouting]

[Scully]
Fifty million anonymous donations...

have been made to sperm banks
across the U.S.

Most have produced healthy offspring
for single mothers...

or fertility-challenged couples
while some of them have not.

Bert Zupanic and his nonfraternal
biological sibling...

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

both with too many idiosyncratic
behaviorisms to list...

stood a 27-million-to-one chance
of ever meeting,

but they did.

[Argyle]
Damn, those are some odds.

[Scully]
Betty Templeton and Lulu Pfeiffer...

products of different mothers
but the same father,

an angry drifter now doing time
for counterfeiting...

chanced to meet 12 years ago,

but couldn't seem to avoid each other's
compulsively identical mannerisms...

mannerisms attributable to
their perpetually angry father.

Hmm. What does it
all mean?

[Scully] I've been thinking hard
about that, Mr. Saperstein.

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

the attraction of opposites
and the repulsion of equivalents.

Or, that over time, nature produces
only so many originals...

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

If four should meet,
the result is...

Well, suffice to say,

it's betterjust to avoid
these encounters altogether...

and at all costs.

I think Agent Mulder
would agree with me.

Uh-huh.
[Moans]

[Child]
I made this!