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[ Crickets Chirping ]

[ Gasps ]

Damn,Jim, you fell asleep?

We're on a stakeout, man.

I guess.

I don't know.

What happened over there?

What are you talking about?

The house, man.

Front door's wide open.

How long you been out?

We'd better check it.

The light's out.

The door's open.

I don't like this.

[ Jim ] Looks like they all left.

[ Man ] I'm not so sure.

This can't be.

Oh, God.

Stedman.

They're all dead.

[ Door Closes ]

[Two Gunshots ]

[ Phone Rings ]

[ Ringing Continues ]

Yeah.

It's, uh, it's Agent Scully.

I'm sorry to wake you.

What's up?

I got a call about 20 minutes ago

from Assistant Director Skinner.

He has a situation.

What is it?

An agent is dead.

Um, Skinner had him surveilling a religious cult in Pittsburgh.

And all the followers are dead, as well.

What happened?

He's having diffiiculty determining that.

[ Sighs ]

I'll pick you up.

I'm sorry, Agent Doggett.

I can't go.

Agent Scully?

Um, something unexpected has come up.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm, I'm fiine.

Will I see you later?

Uh, as soon as I can.

Miss Scully?

The doctor wants to see you right away.

Where's Agent Scully?

Running late.

What do we have?

One of our men doing routine surveillance on a cult group--

the Ibogan Temple.

We had a tip they were traffiicking narcotics.

Nobody suspected anything like this.

Agent James Leeds.

Six-year veteran of the Bureau, father of two.

Patrol cop found him. Car was locked from the inside.

Nobody saw or heard anything?

No.

This couldn't have happened here.

Blood splatter on the seat says it did.

It's too narrow.

There's no room to swing the weapon.

Besides, it doesn't make any sense.

The gun's still holstered

and the key's in the ignition.

Even if he fell asleep--

[ Sighs ]

This is damn weird.

It gets weirder.

These people were all killed the same way as our guy.

All 20 cult members dead

from a single deep wound to the forehead.

Is this every member?

Except one.

Their leader, Anthony Tipet, is missing.

Tipet was a convicted murderer

who claimed to have found God.

We didn't think

we were dealing with an apocalyptic cult.

We've seen this kind of thing before.

Jonestown, Heaven's Gate.

I don't care how devoted they were.

These people wouldn't just lie here

and let their leader bash their brains in.

I got to fiigure at least one of them

would have had a problem with that.

It's something I've considered.

I'm running tox tests on all the bodies for drugs.

Does that include our man in the car?

A.D. Skinner?

We're still unable to locate Agent Stedman.

[ Doggett ] Angus Stedman?

[ Skinner ] Leeds' partner. Do you know him?

Where'd you look?

He wasn't checked into the same motel as Leeds.

He's not answering his cell or his pager.

Did you check his condo?

His condo?

Yeah, Stedman's from Pittsburgh.

He keeps a condo here that belonged to his folks.

Angus Stedman, it's John Doggett.

Doggett!

[ Man's Voice ] The body is but clay...

a shell made by God to hold

the twin aspects of the Holy Spirit:

light and dark.

If we have the courage

to see into darkness

we see into God...

free of the clay which confiines us.

Anthony Tipet served 12 years

for the bludgeoning death of his wife.

After his release, he became a minister

preaching a hybrid

of evangelical and Eastern religions.

He claimed a higher plane of being

could be reached by the via negativa--

the path of darkness--

the plane closer to God.

Once reached, it would let

the spirit travel unhindered.

Tipet believed hallucinogens would lead him to this plane--

specifiically compounds of the bark of an African tree...

the Iboga.

[ Agent ] You're saying all these people

were so stoned on this bark

they just let their leader kill them?

We found no trace of the drug

in the blood in any of the victims.

I don't understand.

How in the hell did Tipet manage

to slaughter all these people?

[ Doggett ] Tipet was paranoid

but nothing indicates he was ready to take the lives

of his own people or our men.

This is our one and only suspect.

Are you telling me he didn't do it?

Whoever did this left

not even a trace how:

no prints, no forensic evidence whatsoever.

Agent Leeds' sedan, the cult house, Agent Stedman's condo

were all locked from the inside.

That's impossible.

Unless Tipet took the drug and succeeded.

Unless his consciousness was there

but his body was somewhere else.

The X-File explanation.

I take it

this theory comes from Agent Scully?

Agent Scully has yet to reach any conclusions, sir.

[ Kersh ] That's the problem.

I'm not hearing conclusions from either one of you.

If this man has reached

a higher plane

then explain to me why 22 people are dead

including two FBI agents.

Now I want to hear what you're going to do about it.

If I'm working this case, I'd appreciate a heads up

before you tell the deputy director

any more science fiiction stories.

Hey, I don't have another explanation.

Those guys in there are right.

This whole story doesn't make a damn bit of sense.

I'm supposed to give those guys in there answers, Agent Doggett.

You're supposed to help me do that.

Tipet's on the run.

Find him, and we just might.

Spare change?

I don't have anything. Sorry.

Now, come on, man.

I know you got something

'cause I hear jingling in your pocket.

You don't want to know me.

[ Rats Squeaking ]

[ Phone Ringing ]

[ Phone Ringing ]

[ Beep ]

[Tipet Whispering ] Pick up the phone, damn you.

Pick up the damn phone!

You did this.

You... did this.

God help you, Andre.

I can't.

[ Phone Hangs Up ]

Ah!

[ Sigh Of Pain ]

[ Breathing Heavily ]

Agent Doggett.

Coroner's report.

[ Sighs ]

Victims all killed by a single blow

from an ax blade, six to eight inches long.

These photos of wound patterns don't match up

to any known make or manufacturer.

This fiit the description?

It's a ceremonial ax used over a thousand years ago

to cleave the skulls of unbelievers.

This was required reading for Tipet's followers.

Is this our weapon?

No, sir.

It's on permanent display

in a Calcutta museum.

Another dead end.

Like everything else in this case.

[ Sighs ]

I'm a good investigator

but you know as well as I do

I'm not the agent that should be investigating this case.

Agent Scully can't be here.

You spoke to her?

Tonight.

She told me to tell you she's fiine.

She's taking some personal time.

I've got 22 people dead, and she's taking personal time?

You're not listening to what I'm telling you.

Do your best without her.

Spare change?

I'll take whatever you got.

[ Frightened Gasp ]

[ Panicked Sighs And Groans ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Desperate Groans ]

Ah, no!

No!!

[ Knocking ]

Sir?

I think we caught a break.

A homeless man was found dead in Pittsburgh two hours ago.

I had them e-mail me some digital photos.

Any witnesses?

A man fiitting Tipet's description

was I.D.'d using the pay phone earlier in the night.

So we got something?

No. There's no concrete evidence against him.

There's no fiingerprints, no hair and fiiber.

You got the guy at the scene.

There's nothing to link him

to the murder itself, Agent Doggett.

Well, I'm supposed to believe this guy

doped his way into another plane of reality?

That his spirit is going around killing people?

All right, just suppose--

Suppose that this drug fiinally did what Tipet said it would.

That his spirit could be in one place

while his body was in another.

Then tell me why he's doing it.

If he's looking for God, why is he killing people?

Just 'cause I'm assigned to the X-Files

you want me to think like Scully or Mulder would.

You got the wrong guy.

I need facts, not wild ideas.

All right.

Then consider this one.

I had Pittsburgh P.D.

check the log on that pay phone.

[ Doggett ]10:12 p.m., a call was placed to one

Andre Bormanis.

He's a convicted drug dealer that served time with Tipet.

That number's a D.C. area code.

[ Knocking ]

[ Knocking Insistently ]

FBI. Open up.

[ Door Creaks Open ]

[ Doggett ] Mr. Bormanis?

Andre Bormanis?

Doctor Bormanis.

Agent Doggett. Agent Skinner.

Can we have a word with you?

You always up at this hour

Dr. Bormanis?

It's when I dissect my rats.

Neighbors can't hear'em screaming.

That's a joke.

You spoke

to Anthony Tipet earlier this evening.

My machine picked up.

I-I-I missed the call.

What did he want?

We need to fiind him, Dr. Bormanis.

[ Skinner ] This man may have murdered 23 people.

[ Bormanis ] Twenty-three?

You-You said 22.

Another man died tonight.

I'm not doing anything illegal here.

I--

I just--

I just made him stuff.

You mean drugs.

You supplied Anthony Tipet with drugs, isn't that right?

Hallucinogens were Tipet's way into the depths of the soul

the heights of consciousness

planes of being that our feeble brain chemistry

cannot begin to imagine.

Is that why you cut yourself?

Or is that the, uh...

mark of the initiated?

It's protection.

At least I hope it is.

[ Bormanis ] Nobody took the trips but Tipet.

See, only his mind was strong enough.

You know, I can't tell, Doctor, whether you admire Tipet

or you're afraid of him.

Those people he killed last night

did they admire him, too?

What are you doing?

[ Doggett ] Taking you in for questioning.

On what charges? I just... I just...

explained it to you. Ah!

Don't! Look--

I need that! No!

I need that! No!

Don't-Don't leave me! Please!!

Don't leave me!

Agent Doggett?

It's Agent Scully.

[ Panting ]

Agent Scully.

[ Scully ] Skinner told me about the case.

I know that you covered for me.

You didn't have to do that.

It's all right.

I appreciate your discretion.

Yeah, well, it's easy to be discreet

when you don't know what's going on.

You okay?

I'm fiine.

Skinner says that you're around the clock on this thing.

You need to get your rest.

Yeah, I just grabbed a few winks.

I asked him to contact some friends of Mulder's.

I think they'll be able to help.

I appreciate all the help I can get.

Doggett, you're a good agent.

Trust your instincts.

Lab tests showed that the drug that Bormanis was cooking up

was some kind of a super amphetamine.

Legal or not, no one's ever seen it before.

Do you think it was intended for Tipet?

He wants it for himself.

He doesn't want to go to sleep.

Doggett?

I want to talk to him... now.

[ Distant Scratching ]

[ Animals Squeaking ]

[ Squeaking Continues ]

Can we get this gate open?

Get it open now!

[ Fearful Groaning ]

Ugh!

[ Squeaking ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Desperate Screaming ]

[ Squeaking ]

[ Screaming In Agony ]

[ Frenzied Squeaking ]

Agent Doggett, what is it?

Open it up.

[ Byers ] ...stories that belong to Mulder and Scully, not us.

[ Langly ] Come on, Byers.

We have a right to information.

It's not our information.

How many times have we saved Mulder's butt?

How many times have we saved Scully's?

I'm telling you, these fiiles are theirs.

They're private.

[ Frohike ] And I'm telling you Mulder wouldn't mind.

We practically solved half these cases for him.

Yeah, Byers, quit your whining-- nobody likes a crybaby.

[ Byers ] Agent Scully asked us to give our assistance

not to go through her f-fiiles.

- Like she's going to care. - Yeah, right.

Can I help you gentlemen?

[ Byers ] You must be Agent Doggett.

I'm...John Byers.

Uh, these are my associates

Melvin Frohike and Richard Langly.

You're the guys Scully told me about.

Mulder's friends?

Yes, that's us.

You publish the Lone Gunman newspaper?

Our reputation precedes us.

[ Doggett ] Yeah.

Read Mulder's fiiles.

Then you know how badly you're gonna need our help.

[ Byers ] We've reviewed your case, as Agent Scully asked.

[ Langly ] Mondo bizarro. No offense, man, but you're in way over your head.

What help can you give me?

Hit the lights.

Are you familiar with this image?

[ Byers ] In the Renaissance

it represented an all-seeing god.

That's why our Founding Fathers put it on the dollar bill.

[ Byers ] We believe its meaning here relates to

Eastern religion, a belief in the third eye

or what the Hindus call the sahasrara.

A third eye?

We all have a third eye.

If we could open it, we'd see a new reality

one closer to God.

At least that's what Kesey told me on the bus

back in '64.

You were not on the bus with Kesey in '64.

I got the pictures to prove it, my longhaired friend.

Before or after you partied with the Stones atAltamont?

- Don't be a boob. Altamont was in the '70s. - Whatever.

I see where you guys are going with this.

Tipet believes he opened his third eye.

Yes, exactly.

But the placement of the wounds on his victims

could suggest he's trying to destroy theirs.

[ Byers ] Yeah.

That could be.

But if he's moved closer to God, why kill 'em?

And how?

[ Frohike ] We don't know why.

But we might tell you how.

[ Lights Click ]

You've heard of MK Ultra?

The CIA mind control project started in the '50s.

They gave LSD to a bunch of people

to see what would happen.

Didn't bother telling them fiirst.

[ Frohike ] They understood the power

of hallucinogens to harness the mind.

Tipet was the one on hallucinogens, not his victims.

[ Byers ] The CIA invested millions

trying to create psychic assassins

failing where Tipet has evidently succeeded.

Reaching a drug-induced higher consciousness

using his mind as a weapon against his victims.

The assassin makes his victims think they're being hit by an ax.

Or any number of nightmares.

They believe it... it happens.

What if Tipet could invade his victims'...

consciousness in their sleep?

I mean, that's why you'd be afraid to fall asleep, right?

If you thought your nightmares might come true?

You believe that?

No...

but if Tipet does...

he'll need more drugs...

to keep killing.

[ Door Opens And Shuts ]

That's not bad for a beginner.

Doggett, someone's been here.

[ Rats Squeaking ]

[ Mechanical Sounds ]

[ Doggett ] Anthony Tipet.

Anthony Tipet!

Step away from the saw.

You don't understand.

Just step away from the saw.

I didn't want this to happen...

but I can't stop it.

He understands.

He saw what can happen--

what will happen...

unless I stop it.

[Yelling ]

[ Doctor ] I want a stat trauma panel with full tox

EKG and metabolic profiile.

Keep that compress on his head.

Agent, this man needs to be admitted.

You need to sign him in.

[ Phone Rings ]

ER.

This is nurse McCaslin.

Yes, Dr.Johnson's on the third floor.

All right.

[ Muffled ]

Come in, Agent Doggett.

A.D. Skinner was telling me you could shed light

on the reason for Tipet's suicide attempt.

Yes, sir, um...

""Via negativa''-- the path of darkness.

Tipet believed he reached it.

Uh, he believed that the drugs

took him inside the subconscious minds

of anyone he knew...

[ Sighing ] ...making the most horrifiic, irrational dream imagery

of their nightmares come true.

That's why he tried to kill himself, to make it stop.

Excellent job, gentlemen.

Have your reports on my desk 0900.

[ Sighs ]

Case isn't over yet, sir.

[ Kersh ] A.D. Skinner

tells me our suspect's

lying hospitalized in a coma.

Now you're saying it's not over?

We have no murder weapon...

no forensic evidence.

Unless we accept Tipet's own beliefs

which you yourself characterize as preposterous--

It's over, Agent Doggett.

We have no way of explaining

how he killed any of these people.

I said it's over, Agent Doggett.

I don't need every ""I'' dotted

or every ""T'' crossed

to know that we've got our man.

This is Dana Scully.

Please leave a message.

[ Beeps ]

[ Doggett ] Agent Scully, I think

we caught the guy who did it.

But it--

still it--

it just doesn't add up.

[ Sighs ]

It's the damnedest thing I ever saw.

I know this will sound strange, but there's a, there's a...

part of me says what if--

what if this guy was right, you know?

What if I should have let him die?

I'm not making a whole lot of sense.

Maybe I just need some sleep.

If you get this message...

and feel up to it...

you give me a call.

[ Hangs Phone Up ]

[ Heavy Breathing ]

[ Heavy Breathing Continues ]

[ Light Switch Clicks ]

Is the assistant director in?

[ Skinner ] That'll be great.

Thanks.

John.

Excellent work out there,John.

Just excellent.

Agent Doggett.

Is something wrong?

[ Breathing Heavily ]

I'm not sure... I'm awake.

You think this is a dream?

I mean, you standing here talking to me?

All those people out there?

Last night

I dreamt Tipet was inside my house

holding an ax.

I thought

I woke up this morning.

I thought I was awake, but-but then--

Uh... what do you want me to do, pinch you?

You're already awake.

Stedman and Leeds must have experienced the same thing...

all Tipet's victims.

Everything seemed real

but it was a dream...

...a dream that ended in their deaths.

Anthony Tipet is in a coma, never to regain consciousness.

He knows me now.

He can enter in my dreams.

Listen to me.

You've had a tough couple days.

You're tired.

Go home, get some rest.

[ Backward-masked Record Playing In Reverse ] She's going to die.

I'm not going to let you do that.

I'm sorry.

I'm not going to kill her.

You are.

[ Scully ] Agent Doggett?

Agent Doggett.

[Whispering ] Hi.

How'd you get here?

Your door was unlocked.

You just saved my life, Agent Scully.

I just woke you up, Agent Doggett.

Tipet's in my dreams.

If you hadn't woken me up just now--

Anthony Tipet is dead.

I got the call from Skinner on my way over here.

He never regained consciousness.

Are you okay?

I seem to be, yes.

Well, if you need some more time off--

No. I'm, um... I'm back at work now.

That must have been some nightmare you just had.

Tipet thought he'd fiind God

by looking in the darkness inside himself.

You don't think he succeeded?

In my dreams, I--

I saw terrible...

violent images.

Scared the living daylights out of me.

These things

are a part of me.

I can't deny that, but... maybe--

maybe they didn't come from me.

Then where'd they come from?

It was a bad dream, Agent Doggett

but that's all it was.

[ Child ] I made this.

[ Child ] I made this.

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