Episode Summary
A female corpse, dug-up and mutilated, is brought to Mulder's attention by a Minnesota agent claiming it as the work of aliens. Mulder believes otherwise and is vindicated when a similarly mutilated prostitute is found. Meanwhile Scully has to deal with how this case seems to be affecting her.
Episode Details
- Writer: Chris Carter
- Director: David Nutter
- Original Broadcast: AU: 24.05.1995 US: 13.01.1995
Cast
- Scully Gillian Anderson
- Mulder David Duchovny
Guest Cast
- Donald Edward Pfaster Nick Chinlund
- Ellen Brumfield Glynis Davies
- Prostitute Kathleen Duborg
- Coed Ciara Hunter
- Satin Deanna Milligan
- Suspect Dwight McFee
- Young Woman Maggie O'Hara
- Mr Fliebling Tim Progosh
- Agent Busch Mark Saunders
- Jackson Toews Robert Thurston
- Agent Mo Bocks Bruce Weitz
- Karen Kosseff Christine Willes
- Marilyn Denalda Williams
Quotes
Agent Bocks: Anything slightly freakazoid, that's the drill. Call Mo Bocks. As if I'm tight with all the nut cases in town.
Mulder: He may work here, but it's not likely. Though he's probably worked at a mortuary or a cemetery at one time or another. Probably even been busted, but you won't find any record of that. Tends to be bad for business when those kind of stories get around.
Agent Bocks: You're saying some human's been doing this?
Mulder: Yeah, if you want to call him that.
Scully: Why do they do it?
Mulder: Well, some people collect salt and pepper shakers. Fetishists collect dead things, fingernails and hair. No one quite knows why. Though I've never really understood salt and pepper shakers myself.
Scully: It took us three hours to get here, our plane doesn't leave until tomorrow night. If you suspected...
Mulder: Vikings versus Redskins, Scully. 40 yard line in the Hubert H Humphrey Metrodome. You and me.
[Holding up tickets to show Scully]
Agent Bocks: Sorry you had to miss your game but, we found more bodies dug up.
Scully: Did you get your forensics report on the first murder?
Agent Bocks: There was somebody down there in the grave, cut the hair with a pair of pinking shears. Got to wonder about this guy.
Mulder: Well, at least he wasn't down there with his dippity-do and his blow-drier.
Donnie Pfaster: Is your hair treated?
Satin: What?
Donnie Pfaster: Do you need a shampoo for chemically treated hair?
Satin: You want me to shampoo my hair?
Donnie Pfaster: I'll pay extra if that's something out of the ordinary.
Prostitute: You going to catch this guy?
Agent Bocks: We'll catch him.
Mulder: It might be a good week to take that paid vacation the boss owes you.
Prostitute: Yeah. Right.
Mulder: There's a deeper psychosis a work here. It's an unfathomable hatred of women. Probably going back to his mother.
Agent Bocks: I'd say she's pretty fried at him, too.
Mulder:: "I just don't want to you to think you have to hide anything from me. I've seen agents with 20 years field experience fall apart on cases like this, I have.
Scully: I'm fine. I can handle it.
Karen Kosseff: Is it your partner? Is there a problem with trust?
Scully: No. I trust him as much as anyone. I trust him with my life.
Mulder: Are you staying on there, Scully?
Scully: No. I'm coming back tonight.
Mulder: Look, I know this is a pretty horrific case, but if —
Scully: I'm okay with it, Mulder. Anyway you could use my help.
Mulder: Always.
Mulder: You know people videotape police beatings on darkened streets. They manage to spot Elvis in three cities across America every day. But no one saw a pretty woman being forced off the road in her rental car.
Mulder: Where would he go?
Agent Bocks: Anywhere but his mother's, right?
Mulder: Why do you say that?
Agent Bocks: Being he's so pissed off at her, from what your profile says.
Mulder: Do we know where his mother lives?
Agent Bocks: I don't know?
Mulder: Let's find out.
Donnie Pfaster: There's no way out, girlie-girl... I know this house, girlie-girl, there's nowhere to hide.
Mulder: The conquest of fear lies in the moment of it's acceptance. In understanding what scares us most is that which is most familiar, most commonplace. That boy next door, Donnie Pfaster, the unremarkable younger brother of four older sisters, extraordinary only in his ordinariness, could grow up to be the devil in a button down shirt.