All language subtitles for The X Files - 3x14 - Grotesque.en

All right, everyone.
We've run out of time.

That's all for tonight.
If you haven't finished,

you'll have more time
with Peter next week.

- Hey, man !
- Excuse me.

- F.B.I. !
- Stay where you are !

- Keep the light on him !
-John Mostow, we have a warrant
for your arrest.

- You have the right to remain silent.
- [ Mostow Yelling ]

If you give up that right, anything you
say can and will be used against you.

- You have the right to an attorney.
- You're hurting me !

Do you understand each of these rights
that I have explained to you ?

Do you wish to give up your right
to remain silent ? Aah !

God ! He bit me. The son of a bitch
bit me like a dog !

- Get him out of here !
- You okay ?
- Yeah, yeah.

My God.

[Mulder]John Mostow.
Unemployed housepainter.

Divorced. No children.

He came to the U.S. from Uzbekistan
during perestroika.

He failed to mention
on his I.N.S. application...

that he spent the better part
of his 20s in an insane asylum.

He was arrested last week for the
serial murders of at least seven men.

You thought all they produced
were great hockey players.

The crimes took place
during a three-year period.
All the victims male, age 17to25.

Was there a signature
or a defining M.O. ?

Well, according to the M.E., there
was no evidence of any sexual assault.

Death was caused by massive blood loss
due to facial mutilation.

He also reported that the wound pattern
on all the victims was identical.

- It's all there on page three.
- [Flipping Pages]

" Both eyes punctured.

Signature gashes from the corners
of the mouth to the ears."

The level of violence
and overkill here...

would suggest the work
of a very angry individual.

Or individuals,

if you count the spirit Mostow says
possessed him during the murders.

Possession is a common claim
by criminals who have
dissociative disorders.

It's how they distance themselves
from their actions.

That was the operational opinion until
last night, when a 1 9-year-old male...

was found dead six miles from here
with an identical set of facial wounds.

- A copycat ?
- According to
Assistant Director Skinner,

who asked us to look into this,
the details of the mutilations
were never released.

Only members of the crime team
would have had that information.

And Mostow's been
in custody for five days.

Ah. Please !
The light hurts my eyes.

Leave me alone.

You have a nice, soft bunk.
Why aren�t you using it ?

'Cause
he's been working--

haven�t you,
john ?

What is it ?
What is this thing ?

- It killed those men.
- Does it have a name ?

- Does it have a name
to go with that face ?
- All men know its name.

What do you call it ?
Satan ? The devil ?

- Or maybe it�s just the name
of your accomplice.
- I had no accomplice.

You killed all those
young men yourself?

It killed them. How many times
do I have to tell you ?

Well, its fingerprints weren't
on the murder weapon. Yours were.

And it won't be tried for seven murders
under the death penalty.

Which is why it laughs
at fools like you.

And you.

Fools who would pretend...

evil can be brought to heel
like a brindle bitch...

or be held
by your pathetic gulags,

while, with a snap
of its finger,

it makes men
lick the greasy foor of hell...

just to see
its refection.

Is that what it
did last night, John ?

Snapped its fingers
and let another young man die ?

It killed again ?
Yesterday ?

It's found somebody.
Somebody new.

just like it found me.

Agent Mulder,
can I see you two outside ?

So what is it, Mulder ? Little green
men ? Evil spirits ? Hounds of hell ?

Scully, this is Bill Patterson.
He runs the investigative
Support Unit out of Quantico.

I know. Behavioral Science.
You wrote the book. It's an honor, sir.

Is that
what you think too ?

That the suspect is possessed by
some dark spirit ?

No. Not at all, sir.

- Strange company you keep, then.
- [ Sighs ]

That's what always
amazed me about you, Bill--
how you never fit your own profile.

No one would ever guess
how really mean-spirited you are.

The arrest of John Mostow is the result
of three years of hard work by my unit.

Three years.

You can imagine that we were awful upset
by this latest murder...

and by the suspect
floating this possession theory.

You think he's
got an accomplice, then,

even though your own profile
of Mostow says that he's
most certainly working alone.

My profile led to his arrest.
No. He acted alone.

And that murder last night was done by
a second killer, and he acted alone too.

What about these drawings of Mostow's ?
These gargoyles ?

- You know why he draws those ?
Did you ask him ?
- I didn't get a chance to.

He says he draws them
to keep this demon of his away.

That would make sense.
Historically, that's what
gargoyles have been used for--

to ward off evil spirits, like on the
eaves of Chartres and Notre Dame.

I don't need
a history lesson.

And I don't need anyone
indulging this guy's story.

I was asked
to look into this case.

If you�ve got a problem with that,
you take it up with A.D. Skinner.

So you�re not gonna tell me when your
love affair with Patterson ended ?

- Patterson never liked me.
- I thought you were the
fair-haired boy when you joined.

- Not by Patterson.
- Why not ?

Didn't wanna
get my knees dirty.

Couldn't quite cast myself in the role
of the dutiful student.

- You mean you couldn't worship him.
- Something like that. Yeah.

Well, from what I hear,
there were a lot of men who did.

A lot of men joined the F.B.I.
because they wanted to be him.

Yeah. Patterson had this saying
about tracking a killer:

If you wanted to know an artist,
you had to look at his art.

What he really meant was if
you wanted to catch a monster,
you had to become one yourself.

[Scully] in this case, I�d say
it served him pretty well.

This guy is definitely
some kind of monster.

- It�s just a cat.

I thought it was one
of these pictures coming to life.

Our guys must've
locked it in here.

Psst, psst. No. He's obviously
got his own key to the place.

There's air
coming through here.

Must be something on the other side
of the wall.

I've got some light.

See anything ?

More gargoyles, Scully.
Lots of 'em.

Sculpted in clay.

Why would he keep 'em
in a secret room ?

Mulder?

Mulder, what is it ?

What do you see ?

Mulder.

Can you tell me
what's going on in there ?

- [Woman] We're monitoring him
very closely, Agent Nemhauser,

but I'm not too encouraged
by what I'm seeing.

- The man is lucky to be alive.
- Thank you, Doctor. Agent Scully.

We've turned Mostow's studio
upside down. There don't appear
to be any more bodies.

- How many were recovered ?
- Five. All of them dismembered.

All young men whose faces
were mutilated--just like
the latest victim, I hear.

At least
this one's still alive.

Same signature facial mutilation, right
down to the weapon, by the look of it.

- What does Patterson have to say ?
- I haven't spoken with him yet,

but I bet he's gonna come to the idea
it's someone working with Mostow.

Well, I'd have to agree
with that theory.

What's Agent Mulder think ?

He thinks our finding Mostow's
secret gallery isn't gonna do
him any favors with Patterson.

Between you and me, I think
Patterson went to Skinner and
requested Mulder on this case.

- He requested him ?
- I've been working with Patterson
for three years on this,

and this just about killed him,
until we finally got a break
and arrested Mostow.

But then this first copycat murder
really threw him for a loss.

Mulder's under the impression
that Patterson never
thought too highly of him.

That�s just Patterson.
Late night, a couple of beers in him,

he starts telling me Mulder stories,
how he's some kind of crack genius.

- Stitches. What happened ?
- Tsk. Mostow bit me during the arrest.

How's our victim ? Has he been able
to I.D. his attacker?

Doctors say it's still too early to
even try-- not in the condition he's in.

- [ Gurgling ]
- They're not even sure
if he's gonna make it.

- Where's Mulder ?
- He was gonna go see
about those drawings of Mostow's.

- What's he looking for ?
- I think the same thing you are, sir:
a second killer.

- I think you should take
this conversation outside.

Stay with us.

[Mulder Thinking] The name
is from the French "gargouille"--

the name of a medieval dragon
which prowled the river Seine,

whose horrible image
became a symbol of the souls of
the condemned turned to stone...

or of the devils and demons of
the underworld spared eternal damnation.

The embodiment of the lesser forces
of the universe...

who inspired dread and the threat
of our own damnation.

Ushers into hell or into the realm
of our own dark fears and imagination.

For over 1,200years, the grotesque
image has found its expression...

in stone, clay, wood,
oil, and charcoal--

born again and again, as if
resurrecting it self by its own will...

through tortured
human expression.

Almost as if it existed,

haunting men inwardly so that it
might haunt mankind for eternity...

as it must've
haunted John Mostow.

But what impulses
moved him to kill ? Could this
be the same dark force at work,

its ultimate expression
the destruction of the flesh,

of the very hand
that creates it ?

Is this evil something
born in each of us,

crouching in the shadow
of every human soul, waiting to emerge,

a monster that violates our bodies
and twists our will to do its bidding ?

Is this the monster called madness ?

They're closing up in a few minutes.

So, is this how you�re looking
for the second killer ?

Tell me, Mulder, what do you really
expect to find here ?

I'm not sure yet.

But you must have some idea,
some kind of theory.

I've got a few theories. I'm trying
to stitch them together right now.

- With your face
stuck in a library book ?
- You said it yourself.

If you want to know the artist,
look at the art.

- I'm finally agreeing with you.
- I know where you�re going
with this, Mulder,

because I've been there myself-- so I
can tell you you're wasting your time.

Maybe you could tell me
why this man was compelled to draw...

and sculpt the same face again
and again, why he's still doing it now.

Because he's insane. This is nothing
but the scrawling of a madman.

He said this thing wants
to see its own refection.

Mostow has said everything
but what I need to hear--
the name of his accomplice.

- Unless he's telling the truth.
- About being possessed ?

I have to tell you.
I am really disappointed in you.

Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint you
by not disappointing you.

After all this time,
I thought maybe you'd finally
put your feet on the ground.

Clearly, I was mistaken.

Mulder? Mulder, it�s me.

Mulder ?

You weren't at home, in your office.

I was scared, Mulder.
I didn't know where you were.

I kept trying your cell phone,
but you didn't answer.

It was turned off.

You turned your phone off ?
Why do you even bother carrying it ?

You're all set. You'll want to see
a doctor tomorrow in case of infection.

- Thanks.
- [Man] Sure.

Mulder, you still haven't told me what
you were doing in Mostow's studio.

- I was working.
- At 3:30 in the morning ?

Mulder, I haven't seen or spoken
to you in almost two days now.

- You haven't been
returning my phone calls.
- This thing exists. It's real.

"It" ?
What are you talking about ?

-Whatever keeps killing those young men.
-Mostow killed those men,

and out of some sick alliance,
some other person is continuing
where he left off.

- Whatever attacked me wasn't a person.
- Well, did you actually see it ?

Mulder, maybe you've just seen
what you want to see.

What makes you think
I would want to see that ?

I didn't imagine it,
Scully.

Listen to yourself, Mulder.
Listen to what you�re saying.

You're starting to sound like M--

Look, when I couldn't reach you,
I went to your apartment.

I saw your new wallpaper.

Don�t you realize what is happening
here, Mulder ? He is testing you.

He is the reason you were brought
on this case in the first place.

- Patterson ?

He requested your involvement
through Skinner's office.
I checked that 302 myself.

Mulder,
where are you going ?

So, how's
Mulder holding up ?

- Sir, can I have a minute ?
- Of course.

In private.

- What's this about ?
- Maybe you can tell me.

I'm curious about what you�re doing
concerning Agent Mulder.

- I'm afraid I don't know
what you�re referring to.
- I think you do, sir.

I think you knew exactly how
Agent Mulder would respond when
you brought him on this case.

You did request him,
didn�t you ?

If you�re concerned about
Agent Mulder's conduct or behavior,

maybe you should
take that up with him.

- You know I already have.
- Then what do you expect me to do ?

I want you to be honest with me
about what you�re trying to do.

Is this some kind of payback for
what happened eight years ago,
because Mulder quit the I.S.U. ?

- My motivations aren't that petty.
- Then why ?

I asked for Mulder
because...

I wanna close the book on this
godforsaken case once and for all.

And you knew that he could
help you solve it.

My advice to you,
Scully:

Let Mulder do
what he has to do.

Don't get in his way
and don't try to hold him back...

because you won't
be able to.

Why didn't it kill me
like it killed the others ?

Why did it let me live ?

Even if I could tell you why,
you would not understand.

Then help me
to understand, John.

- Please. Go away.
- No.

You have to help me go deeper,
help me get inside its head...

Like it got inside yours, so
I can understand what it wants.

You have felt its hunger,

felt your bones rattled
by its frozen breath.

So you know...
nothing can be done.

- Unless I find it.
- Then what will you do ?

-Just tell me how to find it, John.
- No.

just tell me
how to find this thing.

You can't find it.

Only it can find you.

Maybe...

it already has.

First time up, I struck out.
All three pieces were clean.

But on my second try,
I got lucky.

- I dusted the blade with red wop.
- I'm sorry ?

" Powder" spelled backwards. It's
what we call the fluorescent lycopodium.

Ah. Looks like a partial index.

And on the left half of the handle,
almost a full thumb.

It's the placement
of the prints that struck me.

Not oriented where someone
would have gripped the knife.

Which is why I thought I had your guy,
except I wasn't as lucky as I thought.

I ran the prints
against the N.C.I.C. database.

- Your message said
that you identified them.
- I did.

- Turns out, he's one of our own people.
- An F.B.I. agent ?

- Your partner.
- These are Mulder's prints ?

- Are you sure ?
- I double-checked. Why ?

I assumed he must've been the one that
recovered the knife at the crime scene.

Excuse me.

- There's that table up front.
- That's okay.
You can put it on the foor.

I need to get that.

Evidence room.

Yes, she is.

Excuse me, Agent Scully.
Assistant Director Skinner's
asked to see you right away.

Come in.

- You wanted to see me, sir ?
- Yes. Sit down.

I heard they found you
in Evidence looking for the
weapon in this Mostow case ?

- Yes, sir.
- Did you find it ?

No, sir.

Is it your opinion
the missing evidence...

is the same weapon you found
at the crime scene earlier today ?

I'm not absolutely certain.

But Agent Mulder's prints
were found on it.

Yes, sir.

- Have you seen Agent Mulder
or spoken to him about this ?
- No, sir.

Do you have any insight
into Agent Mulder's current
disposition or mental state ?

I know Agent Mulder is
working very hard on this case
at your request, sir.

Are you worried about him,
Agent Scully ?

No, sir.

Off the record.

So am l.

Yeah. This is Greg Nemhauser.
Please call me right away at 555-0143.

- I need to talk to you
right away about a po--
- [Dial Tone]

- Hello ?
- Mulder ?

- Scully ?
- Where are you ?

- I'm in Mostow's studio.
- Are you with Nemhauser ?

No. Should I be ?

That's who I was calling. He left
his number on my answering machine.

He said
he had to talk to me.

- Mulder ?
- Yeah ?

Do you know
where he is ?

I'm not sure.

Mulder, that knife that
we recovered from the crime scene--

I think it's the same one
that Mostow used.

- What makes you say that ?
- Because Mostow's was stolen
from Evidence.

- When ?
- I was hoping maybe you could tell me.

Your prints
were all over it.

Yes, I examined Mostow's knife
yesterday in the evidence room.

- Why ?
- Because I wanted to hold it.

I wanted to see what it felt like
in my hand.

- But why ?
- Look, Scully, I didn't take it.

Okay, Mulder,
listen to me carefully.

I want you to stay
exactly where you are. I'm
gonna be there in a few minutes,

and we're gonna work
this thing out together, okay ?

- Mulder ?
- Yeah.

- Mulder.
- What are you doing here ?

What are
you doing here ?

It's Nemhauser.

- But you already knew that,
didn�t you ?
- What is this ?

You killed him, Bill.

When he suspected it was you,
you killed him.

- Are you out of your mind ?
- Not me. Not now.

- Put that gun down.
- Not until you tell me
what you�re doing here.

What I'm doing he--

Look at your hands.

Now ask yourself
what you�re doing here.

I'm not sure.

You're here because John Mostow
stole three years of your life.

Every day and every night
for three years you lived
and dreamed the horror show...

that was in his head,
and I'm sorry.

Imagining everything
he imagined.

Sinking deeper and deeper
into the ugliness, just like
you taught us to do.

But when you finally caught him, it
didn�t just go away, all that violence.

It stayed alive inside you
'til it had to come out.

But you didn't want to do what
you were doing. You wanted
to stop, but you couldn't.

Not by yourself. That's why you
called on me in the first place,
why you couldn't kill me.

- Mulder, what are you doing ?
- Scully, get that light off me.

- First put the gun down !
- You don't understand !

Help me understand why you have a gun
on Agent Patterson.

It's him, Scully.

Mulder !

You okay, Mulder ?

You should call an ambulance.
His pulse is still strong.

This is Agent Mulder with the F.B.I.

I have a man down
with a gunshot wound.

Oh, God! God!

Are you listening to me ?
For God sakes !

Isn't someone listening
to me ?

I didn't do it. It wasn't me !
I didn't kill them !

Please!

We work in the dark.

We do what we can to battle the evil
that would otherwise destroy us.

But if a man's character
is his fate,

this fight is not a choice,
but a calling.

Yet sometimes the weight
of this burden causes us to falter,

reaching the fragile fortress
of our mind,

allowing the monsters without
to turn within.

And we are left alone
staring into the abyss...

into the laughing face
of madness.