All language subtitles for The X Files - 3x15 - Piper Maru (1).en

[ Speaking French ]

[Banging On Metal]

Gauthier ?

Gauthier.
Gauthier !

Gauthier !

[Banging On Metal]

[Muffled Shouting]

Hold the elevator.
Hold it ! Hold it !

Agent Scully, can I see you
for a few minutes ?

- Kimberly, would you excuse us please ?
- Certainly, sir.

A memo came across my desk last night.
I debated whether or not...

- to call you at home but I decided to--
- And it concerns me ?

Yes, and your sister.

It's been five months and there
have been no new leads or evidence...

in her murder investigation by
the D.C. Police team or the Bureau.

I've been told the case is to be made
inactive until further notice.

- I see.
- I don't think there's anything
to be read into this.

I think it's a case
of manpower and workload.

I want you to know, though, that
I am going to appeal this decision,

and I am gonna go back over all
the evidence again myself...

to make sure that nothing
has been overlooked.

You know, it's strange.

Men can blow up buildings and they can
be nowhere near the crime scene,

but we can piece together the evidence
and convict them beyond a doubt.

Our labs here
can recreate,

out of the most
microscopic detail,

the motivation and circumstance
to almost any murder,

right down to a killer's
attitude towards his mother
and that he was a bed wetter.

But in a case of a woman,

my sister,

who was gunned down in cold blood
in a well-lit apartment building...

by a shooter who left the weapon
at the crime scene,

we can't even put together
enough to keep anybody interested.

I don't think this has
anything to do with interest.

If I may say so, sir,
it has everything to do with interest.

just not yours...
and not mine.

-[Knock On Door]
- Yeah ?

Sorry I'm late.

-Anything up ?
- No, it's nothing.

What did you want
to talk to me about ?

Something interesting
came into my attention last night.

A French salvage ship,
the Piper Maru,

Limped into port
in San Diego yesterday,

all the way from
the North Pacific.

Why is that
of interest ?

Using the National Weather
Service satellite system,

I was able
to track its course.

This was
its original position.

At longitude 1 71 east,
latitude 42 north.

Yeah, that's where the boat
we know as the Talapus...

pulled up what you believe
was a Russian sub,

-and what I believe
was the remains of a UFO.
- Oh, Mulder--

Look, Scully, I don't know what it is,
but something is still down there...

and now the French
are looking for it too.

- So what ?
- So why all the attention
paid to this site ?

- What information are they acting on ?
- Why don't you just ask them ?

I would, but the entire crew
is being treated for radiation burns.

From exposure to what ?

The French government is keeping
that information classified.

Could it have anything to do with
their resumption of nuclear tests ?

I checked. It's thousands of miles
away from any test site.

- [ Giggles ]
- What ?

I'm just constantly
amazed by you. I--

You're working down here
in the basement,

sifting through files
and transmissions...

that any other agent would
just throw away in the garbage.

Well, that's why I'm
in the basement, Scully.

You're in the basement because
they're afraid of you,

of your relentlessness,

and because they know that they could
drop you in the middle of the desert...

and tell you the truth is out there,
and you'd ask them for a shovel.

Is that what you think of me ?

Well, maybe not a shovel.

Maybe a backhoe.

That's good, because there's
some garbage in San Diego...

I want you to help me
dig through.

- [ Mulder] Dr. Seizer ?
- Yes.

Special Agent Mulder.
This is Agent Scully.

You're here about these French sailors
with the radiation exposure ?

- How are they doing ?
- Not real good.

It�s been difficult to determine
a proper course of treatment,

because there's an air of secrecy
around what happened.

The source of their exposure
is still undetermined.

These symptoms, would you characterize
them as acute or somatic ?

I'm a medical doctor.

They're somatic, although I don't
think we�ve seen the worst of it.

The effects are degrading rapidly,
spontaneous internal bleeding...

in the mouth sand intestinal tracts,
blood in the urine.

All these men
are suffering severe delirium,
the pre-advanced stages of coma.

What kind of exposure
are we talking about here ?

Two hundred,
maybe four hundred roentgens,
with a high rate of absorption.

That's verging on the levels
the victims of Hiroshima suffered.

Whatever these men came in contact with,
it was manmade.

Levels like this
just don't appear in nature.

Not on this planet.

Did you get the chance
to talk to any of them ?

No, they were in pretty bad shape
by the time they got tome,

except for one man,
and this was strange,

because he was the only one who seemed
to be completely unaffected.

I held him for the first day,
but I detected none of
the symptoms of the others.

His leukocytes and
erythrocytes were high.

- Actually, he was in very good health.
- How could that be ?

With that level of radiation,
how could one man not be exposed ?

Doesn't make any sense.

But it's lucky for these men because
he was the one who piloted the boat in.

And none of these men could've
done that in their condition.

Would it be possible for us
to talk to him ?

You could if he were still here,
but he discharged himself this morning.

He�s a Frenchman, has a San Francisco
address, his name is Gauthier.

[Phone Ringing]

[Ringing Continues]

-[Ship Horn Blows]
-[Man] Watch that perimeter!

Okay, let's wrap it up
and get in the truck.

[Scully]I'm getting no answer
at this man Gauthier's home number.

Try the I.N.S. or the French Consulate,
see what you can pull on him.

Right there !

[Scully] Yes, could I have the number
for the French Consulate please ?

-Agents Mulder and Scully, F.B.I.
- I'm Wayne Morgan.

- I'm with the Navy's
investigative services unit.
- Have you turned anything up ?

No, nothing, but I'm not exactly sure
what I'm supposed to be looking for.

- The crew of this ship is
being treated for radiation.
- Yeah, we got all that.

We had a hazmat team
poring over the boat.

- Didn't find a trace.
- Nothing ?

We have divers in the water going over
the hull, put probes down the bilge.

Couldn't detect
the slightest level.

- So it's okay for us to go on board ?
-Sure.

Probably get more radiation
off your cell phone.

[Morgan]
Generator�s back up.

- That better ?
- Yeah. Thanks.

Is this the way
you found this room ?

Nothing�s been touched, not since
she�s been tied up here anyway.

- It's a mess, huh ?
- Feels like home.

Feels like somebody was looking
for something. Any idea what ?

- No. I'm looking for the V.C.R.
- What for?

The dive suit
has a video camera.

[Morgan]
What the hell is that ?

Looks like the fuselage
of a plane.

It's a North American
P-51 Mustang.

Yeah, it sure is.

- I just got very turned on.
- It's the shape of the canopy.

I used to watch my father
and brothers put together...

World War II
model planes as a kid.

[Mulder] Would it have been
carrying anything radioactive ?

- No. It was just a fighter.
- Then what was it those men
were exposed to ?

I don't know, but I might
know somebody I can ask.

-[Door Opens]
- You�re home!

I was so worried
about you !

Why didn�t you
call me ?

There were these men here
from the Consulate.

They said there'd been
an accident.

Why aren�t you
answering me ?

Why aren�t you
answering me ?

Hi. I'm here to see
Commander Johansen.

- Name, please.
- Special Agent Dana Scully, F.B.I.

- Do you have an appointment ?
- No. Uh, he use to be
a friend of my father's.

I'm out here from Washington.
I wanted to surprise him.

- Let me give you directions.
- I know my way. Thanks.

[Children Laughing]

[Bicycle Bell Ringing]

[Girls Giggling]

Five, six. Got it !

Good, Dana !

[ Laughing ]

Mr. Gauthier !

-[Knocking]
- Mr. Gauthier, open the door.
It's the F.B.I.

Mr. Gauthier ?

Mr. Gauthier ?

Salvage.

[Rattling]

Mr. Gauthier ?

I want you to lie still.
I'm with the F.B.I.

- What happened ? Did you fall ?
- I don't know.

How did you get here ?

I can't remember.
I was on the boat.

The Piper Maru ?
That's the last thing you remember ?

Yes. I was on a dive.

Okay. Do you know
where you are now ?

I'm at home.
Where's my wife ?

Nobody else is home, but somebody's
been here going through your papers.

- Where�s Joan ?
- She's not here.
Look, l-- You need to be careful.

You've got some kind of oil
all over you.

What's going on here ?

I want you to try
to remain calm, okay ?

I'd like to ask you
a few questions about a letter,

about a J. Kallenchuk
Salvage Brokers.

I don't recognize that name.

Well, somebody did,
and I think you know why.

I would like to speak
to the French Consul General.

I have nothing more
to say.

[Woman]
He'll be right out.

Yes ?

Commander Johansen ?

- Yes.
- I'm Dana Scully.

I used to live
three doors down.

My father was
Captain William Scully.

I went to school
with your son.

I'm sorry. Um-- My memory isn't
quite what it used to be.

Richard doesn't
live here anymore.

- Actually, sir, l-- I came to see you.
- Oh.

I work for the F.B.I. now,
and there's a question that
I'm hoping that you can answer.

Oh, well,
would you come in ?

- Do sit down.
- Thank you.

- Would you like something to drink ?
- No, thanks.

I know that you were an officer in
the Pacific theater during World War ll.

I wanted to ask you about
a plane that's been discovered.

- Discovered ?
- Yes. A P-51 Mustang...

at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean
with the, uh,

call numbers JTT0 111470.

Well, those are not
the call numbers of P-51 .

There was an illustration on the
fuselage with the words "Drop Dead Red. "

I'm sorry.

Would the words "Zeus Faber"
mean anything to you ?

No, but as I said,
sometimes my memory is not so sharp.

Well, would you know anybody
I might be able to talk to ?

Someone who might be able
to give me that information ?

I wish I could help you.

I wish you could too.

There's a number of French sailors
who may die from radiation exposure.

If we knew more about the plane,
we might be able to understand why.

Anyway,

it was very good
to see you again, sir.

Oh, say hello
to your father for me.

Oh, say hello
to your father for me.

I wish I could.
He's passed away.

I'm-- I'm very sorry.

I have to say this place
brings back memories for me.

I remember all the kids used to
play a game called beckons wanted...

right out there.

Well...

if you talk to your son,
will you tell him I stopped by ?

Thank you.

-[Knock On Door]
- Who is it ?

My name is Mulder.
I'm with the F.B.I.

It's open.

Can I help you ?

- I'm looking for Mr. Kallenchuk.
- I�m sorry.
Mr. Kallenchuk's out of town.

Perhaps I could help you
with something.

Maybe you can tell me
where I could find him.

Sure. The Far East.

Well, I've got a letter here
typed on his stationary.

Maybe you typed it for him.

Sorry, I don't type.

- What did you say your name was again ?
- Mulder.

Mr. Mulder, I'd be happy to relay
any message you have for him,

but I really have no way of contacting
Mr. Kallenchuk just now.

Okay, well, why don�t you just have
him call me as soon as he can ?

Sure. The F.B.I.

Yes. What did you say
your name was ?

- Geraldine.
- Thank you, Geraldine.

[ Speaking French ]

-Agent Scully, would you
step out of the car please ?
- Why ?

just turn off the engine and
step out of the car, please.

- What's this about ?
- You�re being detained.

Pull over there.

What's going on ?

I can't give your regards
to my son, Miss Scully.

He was killed... in a training
accident during the Gulf War.

I'm sorry.

There's something else,
isn't there ?

We bury our dead alive,
don't we ?

I don't know
if I understand.

We hear them every day.

They talk to us.

They haunt us.
They beg us for meaning.

Conscience--

it�s just the voices
of the dead,

trying to save us
from our own damnation.

You know something about that plane,
don�t you ?

I know...

because I was sent
to find it...

as an officer in a submarine
called the Zeus Faber.

Okay, you're all set.
Flight 114. Gate 2.

- Have a good trip.
- Thank you.

Next in line, please.

[Cell Phone Ringing]

- Mulder.
- Mulder, it's me. Where are you?

- San Francisco Airport. Where are you ?
- Miramar Air Base.

I think I just found out
what those men were exposed to,

- what the Piper Maru
was out there looking for.
- What ?

That P-51 Mustang was part of an escort
for a B-29 carrying an atomic bomb,

just like the one
we dropped on Hiroshima,

-only this one never reached its target.
-Says who ?

Says one of the men
originally sent to find it...

on a submarine
called the Zeus Faber.

That was the name we saw written
on that dive chart, right ?

It all makes sense, Mulder.
Why would they build a nuclear weapon...

when they can
salvage one ?

Why, if they knew about it,
why wait 50 years to try to recover it ?

And why was the only person not exposed
the diver who was sent down to find it ?

I don't know.

- Why don�t you try to find out ?
- What about you ?

- I gotta go to Hong Kong.
- Hong Kong ?

Yeah. Look, I'm gonna miss my fight,
so, uh, I gotta call you back, okay ?

[Door Opens]

Hi.

Anything good here ?

Anything
not on the menu ?

You'll have to ask
the waitress.

You gentleman
have a problem ?

When something's not
on the menu, Mr. Skinner,

there's usually reason,
wouldn't you say ?

I'm sorry. I didn't come here
for the conversation.

A hierarchy exists in the F.B.I.,
isn't that right ?

A man has status, like yourself,
the assistant director,

those under him
obey his orders, right ?

Who are you guys ?

We work for
the intelligence community.

Remind me
not to move there.

You take your orders like
those below you, Mr. Skinner.

A case is made inactive--
the death of an F.B.I. agent�s sister--

maybe that's because...

those above you have done the hard work
of arriving at that decision.

Thanks for the enlightenment.
I'm gonna go now.

It helps to remember these things
when a man looks forward to his career,

to his plans for future.

[Johansen] We all joined
thinking we'd come home heroes.

That's me.

The rest of the men in the picture,
a month later, they were all dead.

The madness we planned
to unleash on the Japanese,

we ended up
setting it loose on ourselves.

- Radiation killed those men ?
- The men you say had burns
on their bodies,

that's how it began with us.

Awful burns.

[Johansen Narrating]
We'd found the sunken squadron...

when a Japanese destroyer
moved into the area.

-[ Rumbling ]
-But rather than attempt to return home,

Captain Sanford ordered us
to go to silent running.

After three days,
the burns started to appear.

Baker got them first,
then Vorce and Innocenti.

No one had seen burns
like these before,

but a lot of us began to suspect they
had something to do with the planes...

that we�d been
sent to recover.

The men were all
frightened of dying.

As the X.O., I urged the captain
to return to port,

but against all reason and good sense,
he refused to leave the area.

Captain Sanford ?

I'm not an M.D., but I know
a lost cause when I see one.

These men are all dying, and there's
nothing that I can do to stop it.

just do your damn job.

Sir, I'm trying, but if we stay
down here any longer,

none of us
are going home.

You're the X.O.
You've gotta get us to the surface.

- We are under the captain's orders.
- He's losing his mind.

The Japanese
are shadowing us.

That destroyer is doing
wide circles above our position.

You have to take control
of this sub, sir.

You have to
make a decision.

[Man]
We're all gonna die !

All of us !

We're dying !
Can't you all see that ?

You've gotta get us
out of here !

[Johansen Narrating]Our silence
had been shattered by the gunshot.

The only command that could save
us from the Japanese destroyer now...

was the command
to return home,

an order I knew the captain
would never issue.

Johansen !

Open this door !

-[Banging On Door]
- Open this door! Johansen!

[Johansen Narrating]I knew mutiny
was our only chance for survival.

But I also knew,
by sealing that door,

I was sealing the fate
of the men locked behind it.

By luck or the grace of God,
we made it to Pearl Harbor.

What happened to Sanford
and the sick crewmen ?

When they opened that door,
those that were not dead were dying.

There were 1 44 men
on that boat.

Only seven of us survived.

Whatever killed them,
I was allowed to live,

to raise a family,
to grow old.

None of us
ever got an explanation why.

This seat taken,
Miss Kallenchuk ?

Geraldine Kallenchuk,
isn't it ?

jerry, with a "J."

I noticed you few
first class.

Must be good money selling
classified government secrets.

It's a bull market, hon, and I'm
Miss Popular. Let's make a deal.

How much for the location of that P-51
Mustang you sold the French government ?

- Why should I tell you ?
- Actually, I'd rather know
who sold you the secrets.

I'm a middleman, Mr. Mulder.
Pardon my gender type.

I take a cut.
A thin slice off the top.

It'd be bad business
to divulge my sources.

- Why'd you run off to Hong Kong ?
- To meet with the buyer.

- To sell him what ?
- Pardon your gender type.

- Oh, your buyer's a woman.
- Actually, you know, it's
none of your damn business.

Actually, you know,
it is my damn business,
because whatever it is you're selling...

is killing half a dozen sailors
in a California hospital,

which is why
I'm gonna arrest you.

Arrest me ? With what ?
Your chopsticks ?

This is Hong Kong,
Mr. Mulder.

They don't allow
handguns here.

They took yours away
at the airport.

Hey ! Hey,
you can't do that !

I just did it.
Now let's make a deal.

You're violating
my civil rights.

You gave up your civil rights
when you committed treason.

You can't force me
to do anything.

Open it.

Pardon my gender type,
but after you.

Where are the lights ?

[Man]
Right here.

[Mulder]
Krycek.

I thought guns
were against the law here.

Yeah, well, you know what they say.
When guns are outlawed--

Why don�t you take that gun
and shoot yourself in your head
like you shot my father ?

Great. High Noon
in Hong Kong.

Why don�t you just shut up !

No ! My God !

- No way to treat your business partner,
-[Banging On Door]

especially since she seems to be moving
those secrets you're selling so well.

[Gunshots]

Looks like
she's your partner now.

-[Key Clinks On Floor]
- Damn !

[Men Speaking French]

[ Screaming ]

- Is the coffee hot ?
- Yeah.

- How's the blue plate ?
- Looks good.

I'll have one
medium rare, please.

You got a pay phone
that's out of order.

Nobody complains ?
I'm complaining.

- I�m sorry, sir.
I'm sure it's been called in.
- You're sure ?

Meanwhile, I'm going
to miss the phone call.

That's gonna cost me
time and money.

Who's gonna call that in ?

I�m sorry, sir.
I don't know what else to say.

Say you're gonna pay me...

the $1.75 the phone ate.

- You�ll have to deal with
the phone company, sir.
- You deal with them.

I want my money.

Is there a problem here ?

- Yeah, there is a big problem !
- [ Gunshot ]

[ Screaming ]

Chupa dura, amigo.

Oh !

I'll call91 1 !

[Phone Ringing]

- Scully.
- Agent Scully, this is Kim Cook
from the director's office.

- Yes.
- We�ve just got some bad news.

A.D. Skinner's
just been shot.

- When ?
- About an hour ago.

He's been taken
to Northeast Georgetown.

I'm on my way.

That's for your partner.

This is for me.

- And this is for my father !
- No !

- I didn't kill your father.
- Now you tell me.

- It wasn't me.
- Oh, yeah ? Then who was it ?

- I don't know.
- Either way, Krycek, you're a liar.

Come on. Finish it, Mulder.
Come on ! Finish it !

Do it !

I want
that digital tape.

- I don't have it.
- Like hell you don't.

That tape contains the secrets you were
selling as well as everything else...

our government knows about
the existence of extraterrestrial life.

How could I sell anything ?
The tape was encrypted.

- Obviously, you found a way.
- I don't have it, but...

I'll give it to you
if you let me go.

Where is it ?

D.C. In a locker.

No.

If you let me go,
I'll tell you.

You put that tape in my hands,
and we'll talk about it.

Why don't you go to the bathroom
and clean yourself off?

If you�re not out
of there in three minutes,
I'm coming in there to kill you.

Feel better ?