All language subtitles for The.X-Files.S08E18.BDRip.x264-SPRiNTER

They're buzzing the net.

Big save by the goaltender
saves it for the Hawks.

A fortunate moment for the Hawks.

It looked as though
Beckley had a goal for sure.

And now the Hawks captain is
already back up the ice quickly...

You boys eat your vegetables
or I'll do the same to you.

Hot meat, señor.

He knocked the goaltender down.
Can you believe that?

Hey, amigo. Qué paso esta noche?

How's the roast beef?
Uh... Cémo esta el carne?

Bueno...

o malo?

Come on.

Where's our illustrious
communications officer?

Hey, Ed. What gives with the...

What the hell are you doing?

That's enough!

Ed.

Oh, man.

Now you gone and done it.

Déjame!

Déjame!

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no!

Agh!

Am I interrupting anything, Agent Mulder?

Nothing you'd be too terribly
interested in, Agent Doggett.

Agent Mulder,
what are you doin' down here?

I'm looking into the recent death
of an oil worker.

I got a heads-up on it from you
a couple of days ago.

That's what I'm doing here.

Agent Mulder, I understand that you had

more than a proprietary interest
in these cases.

but I can't help it if you're not
assigned to this unit any more.

I didn't see any reason
to pursue this oil worker case.

Maybe you missed the fact
that this victim's corpse

washed ashore at Port Aransas, Texas.

Massive flash burns on 90% of his body.

I read the report,
if you're insinuating I didn't.

Then you must also know
he was not the only man to vanish

from the platform that night,

but one of two men.
The communications officer is missing.

The company attributes that to
an explosion on the rig, a blowout,

which is what they say caused
Simon de la Cruz's burns.

Burns the ME said were not inconsistent
to exposure to high levels of radiation.

"Not inconsistent" is not exactly
a ringing endorsement.

These files include the same
kind of radiation phenomena.

- Tissue destroyed by exposure to...
- Black oil.

Five years ago you and Agent Scully
investigated a World War II plane,

salvaged from the bottom
of the Pacific Ocean.

A substance was found which you described
as a virus of extraterrestrial origin.

It has radioactive properties
and can take over a man's body,

and is part of an alien conspiracy
to colonize the planet, if I'm not mistaken.

And you'd love to help,
but you left your light saber at home.

How'd you get stuck down here,
Agent Doggett?

Kersh catch you peein' in his cornflakes?

John Doggett.

The deputy director is waiting.

I was just on my way up.

Why didn't you tell me that you were
pursuing this Texas oil worker case?

Cos I'm not.

There's an exec from the oil company

who says he was contacted
by a man in our office.

That'd be Agent Mulder.

- What are you talking about?
- I'm gonna let him answer that.

Just like old times.

Now it's all making sense.

Tough crowd.

Mr Ortega, this is Special Agent Fox Mulder,

the person you spoke to
on the phone, I believe.

Mr Ortega is vice president of operations for
Galpex Petroleum out of Galveston, Texas.

I believe we did speak, yeah.

There's also confusion about
who spoke to government officials

who seem to think the FBI is running
an investigation into the accident.

That would've been me as well, sir.

That was in the best interests of
the FBI and Mr Ortega.

Mr Ortega would beg to differ, as would I.

You've complicated an
already sensitive situation, Agent Mulder.

Galpex Petroleum has discovered

what we think may be a massive new
oil province beneath the Gulf of Mexico.

One that would give a huge advantage
financially and politically

- to whoever gets to drill it.
- Who else are we talking about?

US territorial waters cover
the northern half of the Gulf.

Our wells are on our side,
but... the field may spread well to the south.

The government of Mexico could claim it.

This incident has nothing
to do with that whatsoever.

It's about the unexplained death
of Simon de la Cruz.

Simon de la Cruz was a Mexican national
killed in a US business enterprise.

They'd like to use his death
to get us to abandon the Orpheus rig,

so they can be the first to drill.

Leaving me no choice now but to conduct
a criminal investigation quickly and quietly

to remove any legal position
affecting US interests.

- A criminal investigation'll clear up nothing.
- You've done more than enough.

You don't know
what you're dealing with, sir.

- No, I think I do, Agent.
- This is an X-File.

And I'm sending someone
from the X-Files to investigate.

It's an oil rig that's 150 miles out at sea.
You can't send a pregnant woman.

I'm not sending Agent Scully.

Yuri Volkoff, your new
communications specialist.

- Bring your new gear?
- Yes. It's in there.

- John Doggett, Special Agent.
- Who?

- From the Bureau.
- FBI, you say?

Yeah. Someone told you
I was coming, I hope.

No, just the new com equipment.

You got radio problems?
No one told you about me coming?

We've still got ship-to-shore.

But the message said
just one agent was coming.

Right. I'm the one agent.

So who's the guy
that got here this morning?

He's talking with our crew chief right now.

Agent Mulder.

Can I have a word with you?

I'm just getting filled in on the details.

Pull up a seat and introduce yourself,
so Mr Taylor won't have to repeat himself.

I'm Bo Taylor. I was on deck watch
the night this thing went down.

Go on, Mr Taylor.

Men can go off the deep end out here.

It's like a cabin fever of sorts.

They're hundreds of miles away
from their family and friends,

six weeks at a stretch.

Some of them might
just as well be doin' hard time.

So how's that figure with
the victim, Simon de la Cruz?

Well, the mestizos are usually the most
reliable men I know on the drill floor.

Simon just lost his nut, I guess.
It's the only good explanation.

Simon de la Cruz's body
was found with flash burns.

What's that got to do with him
goin' off the deep end?

Hell, he tried to blow the whole damn rig.
It was sabotage, pure and simple.

He knocked the cock off a gas valve.

He must've sparked it
cos it went faster than a Friday paycheck.

- What about the second victim?
- Communications chief, wasn't he?

Probably never knew what hit him.

What's the communications chief
doing on the drillin' floor?

A man can die out here, sir,
just goin' for a walk.

Probably would have
happened when it blew.

Nobody even knew he was gone
till the shift change.

Well, I guess that's it, in a nutshell.

Thank you, Mr Taylor.

Agent Mulder.

Agent Mulder! Don't walk away
when I'm talkin' to you.

Like it or not, I've been assigned this case.

One call to the deputy director,
and you're canned.

- The radio's broken.
- Don't push me, Agent Mulder.

- You won't do it.
- You think?

We're in the same boat.
We're just paddling in different directions.

We're not going in different directions.
We're going in my direction.

I don't think Kersh expects you
to come back empty-handed on this one.

Since you've already told me
what you think of this case,

I see you coming back with nothing
to protect anybody's business interests,

let alone your own ass.

Wow, you really got me pegged.

Anything that doesn't fit
in my narrow field of vision

might as well not exist. Is that right?

So why is this man Taylor lying?
You do know he's lying?

I think he knows the truth
about what happened.

And he may not be the only one.

I never would've believed it,
these stories about you.

What stories are those?

That you could find a conspiracy
at a church picnic.

What church?

- Scully?
- Close the door and lock it.

- You said you wanted to see me right away.
- I didn't know who else to talk to.

- About what?
- About what I found in my autopsy

of the oil rig accident victim,
Simon de la Cruz.

Agent Scully, this body was supposed
to be transported back to Mexico intact.

I found it by accident
in the third ventricle of his brain.

- Scully...
- No, it's OK. It's all right.

I thought this stuff could
jump into a man's body.

It can, but that's the thing. This man
was clearly infected by the alien virus.

It entered his system
and it was massing in the pineal gland.

But it's dead.

What killed it?

Intuitively, you would say the same thing
that killed him - exposure to radiation.

But it makes no sense because
the virus has radioactive properties.

Somebody needs to tell Agent Doggett.
He needs to know what he's dealing with.

No. You need to tell Deputy Director Kersh

that he has to order a controlled
evacuation of that rig, right now.

I can't tell Kersh to order an evacuation
for something you can't even explain.

If the virus is loose,
Agent Doggett's life is in danger.

We don't know that for sure.

There are nearly two dozen men
on that rig and not one other case. Why?

Hey, Yuri.

Heard you had some problems
with the radio.

New gear's all online, working fine.

Only there's some sort of high-frequency
interference that I can't get rid of.

Hear that?

That's a signal that's coming in and
filtering in across a large range of channels.

I have to power down and restart.

No.

You can't do that.

I hate to argue with you.

This is the marine operator
for Galpex-Orpheus. Come in, Orpheus.

Galpex-Orpheus,
l have a priority transmission.

Repeat, this is a priority transmission.

This is Orpheus, go ahead.

Orpheus?

I've been trying to reach you for hours.
This is Special Agent Dana Scully.

I have an urgent message
for an investigative agent on board.

An Agent John Doggett.

I'm ready to take that message.

I need to speak with Agent Doggett directly.

I got it.

Agent Doggett's gone fishing.
Can I take a message, please?

- Mulder?
- I was just in the neighbourhood.

Mulder, you can't just flout orders like this.

It's not like old times.
Kersh won't tolerate this.

- Kersh doesn't need to know.
- Mulder...

You need me here, Scully.
You know that better than anyone.

I hate to say, as of this morning,
I'd have to agree.

Who's flouting orders? Did you find
something in that victim's body?

- The virus?
- Yes.

- I did, and it's dead, Mulder.
- Dead?

- What killed it?
- Possibly radiation.

- That's not possible.
- I know. This could be an isolated event,

but that he's infected at all
means everybody there is at risk.

And that means you and Agent Doggett.

- We gotta quarantine this rig.
- No, Mulder, you need to get off the rig.

Have Agent Doggett give the order.

We can quarantine you and the crew
when you get back.

If these men are infected,
the last place we want them is onshore.

You're sitting on the answer, Scully.

The body. You find the virus,
you can find what kills it.

And what if I can't?

Well, when he gets old enough,
you tell the kid I went down swingin'.

- Let me talk to Agent Doggett.
- Doggett's not here right now.

Yes, lam.

Who's on the radio?

Who are you talking to? Hey!

- That was Agent Scully.
- What'd she say?

- She said it was lucky that I'm out here.
- No, you're lucky I'm lettin' you stay.

If you've got important information,
I better know about it.

- I'm in charge out here, Agent Mulder.
- Then go ahead and take charge.

Only you might not like what it means -

what you're gonna have to do with that
information you're so anxious to have.

Listen up! I'll make this brief. We've been
given an order to quarantine the rig.

As of 1400 hours
we officially shut down and lock down.

We're gonna be stuck here awhile.
All flights in and out have been suspended.

I know. We've been asked to cooperate until
the FBI is certain everything is shipshape.

For everybody's protection,
we need to all of us cooperate fully.

- Oh, man!
- Protection from what?

From a possible contagion.

- Anybody here feel sick?
- No!

Knock it off! I need everybody
to check their water consumption.

We'll be cuttin' back to half rations.

I've been going over the crew manifest,
Mr Saksa, and there's a problem.

- Problem with what?
- There are supposed to be 18 men on board.

I count only 17, including you.

This is my whole crew in here.

Um... Diego Garza. Where's he?

- Who?
- A deck hand.

Friend of Simon de la Cruz,
the man who tried to sabotage the rig.

- Well, I'll be damned.
- What? He's not here?

Any idea where he might be?

Well, he didn't leave the rig.
Not by any means I know of.

What do you say we go find him?

This man was exposed to a virus.

And... why do I need to see this?

To know what your crew
may be infected with,

what they risk spreading on or off that rig.

You understand Galpex is eager
to cooperate,

but shutting down a producing rig costs
in the neighbourhood of $150,000 a day.

And according to my OIM,
no one on that rig is sick.

They're just hungry and tired.

You don't know that for sure.

What symptoms would they be showing?

Unexplained behaviour.
Possible detection in the eyes.

- We've seen none of that.
- You're relying on suspect data.

I'm relying on medical reports.

And unless you give me more than this,

I'm calling that Orpheus crew back in
and rotating a fresh crew onto that rig.

Oh, my God...

What are you hoping to find, Agent Mulder?

I'm hoping to find Diego Garza.

Slim chance of that, if you ask me.
The crew boss said it.

A man could disappear off this platform
and no one'd notice.

The crew manifest listed Diego Garza
as mestizo, of mixed Mexican descent,

- just like his friend who died.
- So what?

The crew chief said
these mestizo were good workers.

We got one dead trying to sabotage
the rig and another one missing.

One of their best workers.
You'd think somebody'd notice him missing.

Maybe he's still here.

Maybe he's waitin' to finish the job
that killed his friend

to protect Mexican oil interests.

These men are hiding something,
but that's not it.

I quarantine a whole damn oil rig

without any evidence to support
what you're saying. Not one thing.

But you have yet to give me
a straight answer

as to what you think is going on here.

If these men are hiding something, if they're
protecting something, what the hell is it?

- I don't know yet.
- When you do, let me know.

I gotta get on the radio to justify this action.

Agent Doggett, I didn't come out here
just to bust your ass.

I've seen this substance.
I've seen how it can take over a man's body.

This crew could be infected and not know it.

They may not know
they're being controlled.

This?

This is what you're sayin'
is gonna take over my body?

When's it gonna kick in?

That's not how it works.
It body-jumps from man to man.

And I'm not sure that it's in all oil.

That's a relief. Only 90% of the planet
is dependent on the stuff.

- The man from Galpex Oil lied.
- What? He's infected, too?

No, that new oil province
is already in production.

It's being pumped and drilled by this rig.
That's how this crew got infected.

You're reachin'.

Billions of barrels lying right underneath us,
waiting to be produced.

Waiting to infect that 90% of the planet
you talked about.

These men are hiding something?
That'd sure be something to hide.

Agent Doggett,
what if Diego Garza is in hiding

because he knows what they're up to,

and he knows that because he's the only
one not infected with this alien virus?

All right, he knows.
Then why doesn't he come and tell us?

It's the radio room!

I'll find another one.

Agent Scully.

- Sir.
- You're in a hurry.

To do what?

To continue with my work, sir.

I'm not privy to this "work".

I thought this body would've been
well on its way back to Mexico.

I obviously haven't been able
to rely on those whose job it is

to keep me apprised and informed.

I have to rely on phone calls.

Like the call I received from Martin Ortega.

Why doesn't somebody make me privy

to who the hell gave the order
to shut down that rig?

I did.

I'm giving the order this quarantine is lifted.

Soon as it's re-established
I want that rig up and running

and the entire crew choppered off
the Galpex-Orpheus and debriefed.

Sir, I think that's a mistake.

I think it'd be a mistake not to, Agent Scully.

And you're running out of mistakes.

Both you and the assistant director.

If I didn't know better,
I'd say this was a Mulder stunt.

This stuff was all brand-new.

What is it about this room
that inspires men to violence?

You think this fire was set?

Molotov cocktail, anyone?

Can I borrow your radio, Mr Saksa?
Agent Doggett, you there?

Agent Doggett?

Pick up, Agent Doggett. Do you copy?

Agent Doggett!

Come in, Agent Doggett.
Where the hell are you?

Yeah, my blood's red.

Tranquilo.

I don't speak very good Spanish.

Diego?

Tu eres Diego Garza?

You're going too fast.

You sayin' you set the fire?
What are you afraid of?

- Ya vienen!
- Vienen... vienen.

They're coming?

Who? Who's coming?

- I have something.
- What?

This is an SEM image pulled at random
from anonymous donors.

Blood. More specifically,
normal T-cell antibodies.

By comparison, these are from
the blood of the oil rig worker.

T-cells in impossible numbers.

In layman's terms, this victim
was a virus-fighting machine.

- How do you explain that?
- Well, there are isolated cultures.

In Northern Italy people are immune
to certain diseases -

heart disease in that case -

through a genetic mutation.

So this man had what,
a kind of genetic immunity to alien virus?

Well, his employment records list Mr Simon
de la Cruz as of mixed Mexican ancestry,

when in fact he is Huichol Indian.

The Huichol are an indigenous Mexican
culture that has a rare, undiluted gene pool.

Now, these genes may have
an innate immunity to infection.

So he was immune to the virus. That's not
what killed him. He died from being burned.

No, not burned, irradiated.
Because the virus had no effect on him,

and the crew members who were infected
couldn't control him.

So they killed him by irradiating him.

Then why not kill Mulder? Or
Agent Doggett? Why kill only this man?

This man must've been a threat
because of something he knew.

What?

That I don't know.

So even if we did know
and were able to get word to them,

it'd put Mulder and Agent Doggett
in danger, too, wouldn't it?

Su familia? La fotografia? Your family?

You wanna get back to them?

I can help you.

Senor, confia en mi.

Yo no confio en nadie.

Great. Trust no one.

If you stay here, they will find you,
just like your friend.

You let me go and we'll get you back home.

You have my word.

Mi promesa.

Where's Garza?

Where is he?

I'm gonna go get Agent Mulder.

Get up, Agent Doggett.
There's more where that came from.

- You know anything about radios?
- I know a little.

- Try to get that ship-to-shore working.
- To call who?

Anybody who can get us off here...

Get to work!

- Agent Doggett!
- I'm workin' on it!

This door won't hold much longer.

- Wagner?
- What do you want?

I take it back. It's perfect.

Hold this.

Orpheus,
this is the marine operator.

I repeat, this is an emergency priority
transmission for the Galpex-Orpheus.

You got John Doggett on board
the Galpex-Orpheus. Come in.

- This is John Doggett.
- Agent Doggett?

- Agent Scully, I'm right here.
- Can you hear me?

Yes!

- What was that?
- That's someone knocking on the door.

Mulder, listen.

I think I know why they killed this man,
if not how they killed him.

We got bigger problems. We need choppers.

We've got choppers on the way.

Tell her all the men here are infected.
She's gotta tell the choppers not to land.

How are they supposed to get us?

That issue is rapidly becoming moot!

Agent Scully, there are three men on board
that are not infected -

me, Mulder and a man named Diego Garza,
who may be mentally unstable.

Could be why he tried to wreck this radio
equipment, just like Simon de la Cruz.

He may resist rescue because he believes
aliens are coming to get him.

Agent Scully, did you get that?
You're breakin' up, Agent...

- What are you doing?
- Destroying their ability to transmit,

just like Diego and Simon de la Cruz.

- What are you talkin' about?
- Contact.

Contact with who? The mothership?

- Agent Doggett, listen.
- You just back off.

No, no, no.

Listen.

- Where'd they go?
- I don't know.

I don't wanna stick around to find out.

Let's go, Agent Doggett.

Agent Mulder! We can't leave him.

- Who?
- Diego Garza.

Agent Doggett!

Diego. Diego! Donde estas?

Diego, get up. Come on, let's go.

Is he coming?

No.

Galpex-Orpheus, this is Alpha Baker
X-ray 46 requesting permission to land.

Come in, Galpex-Orpheus.

Agent Doggett, I think I know
why they let us go.

What? Agent Mulder, what are you
talkin' about? What's goin' on?

- They're gonna blow the rig.
- Who?

Let's go.

- Abandon ship...
- What's he sayin'?

I think he wants us to jump.

Wait a minute, Agent Mulder.
I'm in charge here.

- On a two count.
- How about a 20 count?

One... two!

Where's the fire, Agent Doggett?

I've been called to see Deputy Director
Kersh, as have Agent Scully and AD Skinner.

I think it's all hittin' the fan.

You mean with Galpex Oil?

Word came down that Galpex has lost the
right to drill that entire Texas oil province.

That oil should stay right where it is.

You should do everything in your power
to make sure it does.

Me?

That is the deputy director calling
to tell you there's no need to see you,

that the blame has been properly assigned
for what happened out on that platform.

I'm out.

I've been eighty-sixed, Agent Doggett.

What do you mean? You're out of the FBI?

Kersh could barely contain his happiness
when he," stuck it to me.

So you're takin' the fall.

- Not for me?
- For you, for the X-Files.

You're all the credibility this office has left.

You have Kersh's ear
and you've seen it now.

Out on that platform,
you saw it for yourself.

Answer the phone, Agent Doggett.

You're in charge here now.

I made this!