Episode Summary

While on vacation in Maine, Agent Scully encounters a bizarre case where the victims appear to have inflicted wounds upon themselves — apparently at the behest of a strange young girl.

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Scully: [answering mobile phone] Scully.

Mulder: Hey, Scully. It's me.

Scully: Mulder, I thought we had an agreement. We were both going to take the weekend off.

Mulder: Right. I know. But I just received some information about a case. A classic X-Files, classic. I wanted to share it with you.

Scully: Mulder, I'm on vacation. The weather is clear, I'm looking forward to hitting the road and breathing in some of this fine New England air.

Mulder: You didn't rent a convertible did you?

Scully: Why?

Mulder: Are you aware of the statistics of decapitation?

Scully: Mulder, I'm hanging up. I'm turning off my cell phone. I'm back in the office on Monday.

Mulder: You shouldn't uh... talk and drive at the same time either. Are you aware of the statistics... [Scully hangs up] Hello?

[Mulder is eating sunflower seeds and watching an unseen video with lots of moaning]

Mulder: [answering mobile phone] Mulder...

Scully: Mulder, it's me.

Mulder: I thought you were on vacation...

Scully: I am... I'm... up in Maine.

Mulder: Huh, I thought you didn't want to be disturbed. You wanted to get out of your head for a few days.

Scully: I don't. I... mean, I do. I... What are you watching, Mulder?

Mulder: It's the World's Deadliest Swarms. Um, you said you were going to be unreachable. What's going on?

Mulder: [on mobile phone] Hell, maybe you don't know what you're looking for.

Scully: Like evidence of conjuring or the black arts or... shamanism, divination, Wicca or any kind of pagan or neo-pagan practice. Charms, cards, familiars, blood stones or hex signs or any of the ritual tableau associated with the occult, sensory, abudan, mukamba or any kind of high or low magic.

Mulder: Scully?

Scully: Yes?

Mulder: Marry me!

Scully: I was hoping for something a little more helpful.

Mulder: Oh well, you know. Short of looking for a lady wearing a pointy hat riding a broomstick, I think you pretty much got it covered there.

Scully: Thanks anyway...

[Chief Bonsaint and Scully endure a lecture from Jane Frölich accusing Melissa Turner of witchcraft]

Scully: New England hospitality. Heard about it my whole life. Finally got a chance to experience it for myself.

Scully: [to Chief Bonsaint] Wow, I wish I could help you out.. I'm just... on vacation.

[Mulder gets his call patched through to Chief Bonsaint's mobile phone]

Scully: Hello.

Mulder: Hey! Morning, Sunshine. [There is a constant loud banging in the background]

Scully: Mulder?

Mulder: Yeah. I was a little worried about you. I was wondering if you needed my help up there.

Scully: Needed your help on what?

Mulder: I left you a message at the motel. You didn't get it?

Scully: I was up and out this morning. Mulder? [Finally getting distracted by the noise]

Mulder: Yeah?

Scully: What's that noise? Where are you?

Mulder: I'm at home, uh... they're doing construction right out the window. Hold on a second. Hey fellas! Just keep it down for a second. MAYBE?! [Mulder stops dribbling the basketball on the coffee table] Thank you! [He throws the ball and cringes as it crashes into something off-screen] Yeah, hey, I was thinking about this case. You know, maybe it's not witchcraft after all. Maybe there's a scientific explanation.

Scully: A scientific explanation?

Mulder: Yeah, a medical cause. Something called Corea.

Scully: Dancing sickness...

Mulder: Yeah, St Vitus' Dance. Affects groups of people, causing unexplained outbursts of, uh... uncontrollable jerks and spasms. [Mulder grabs orange juice from the refrigerator and drinks out of the bottle]

Scully: Yeah, and hasn't been seen or diagnosed since the Middle Ages...

Mulder: Ugh... Ooh... [Sees it's out-of-date, spits it back into the bottle and returns it to the refrigerator] You're obviously not a fan of American Bandstand, Scully.

Scully: Mulder?

Mulder: Yeah?

Scully: Thanks for the help. [She hangs up]

Mulder: Hello?

Chief Bonsaint: That your partner?

Scully: Yep.

Chief Bonsaint: I'm sorry for eavesdropping but has he maybe got some insight on this?

Scully: No.

Chief Bonsaint: I see...

Scully: Well, maybe we need to keep our minds open to... extreme possibilities.

Chief Bonsaint: Okay, but aren't you on vacation?

[A waitress delivers a huge lobster to their table and Chief Bonsaint starts ripping its legs off]

Scully: Oh my god... That looks like something out of Jules Vern. We're supposed to eat that?

Chief Bonsaint: Little late for anything else.

Scully: Scully.

Mulder: Well, hey! I thought you weren't answering your cell phone.

Scully: Then why'd you call?

Mulder: I... uh... I had a new thought about this case you're working on. There's a viral infection that's spread by simple touch —

Scully: Mulder, are there any references in occult literature to... objects that have the power to... direct human behaviour?

Mulder: What... types of objects?

Scully: Um, like a doll for instance?

Mulder: You mean like Chuckie?

Scully: Yeah, kind of like that.

Mulder: Well, yeah. The talking doll myth is well established in literature, especially in new England. The fetish, or Juju, is believed to pass on magical powers onto its possessor. Some of the early witches were condemned for little more than proclaiming that these objects existed. The supposed witch having premonitory visions and thing — Why do you ask?

Scully: I was just curious.

Mulder: You didn't find a talking doll did you, Scully?

Scully: No, no... course not, uh...

Mulder: I would suggest that you should check the back of the doll for a... plastic ring with a string on it. That would be my first... [Scully hangs up] Hello?

[Mulder sharpens and carefully aligns the contents of a box of pencils on the edge of his desk]

Mulder: Oh! Hey, Scully. How you doing? [Mulder shields the pencils from her view] How you feeling? Rested?

Scully: I feel fine. [Scully is staring at the wall behind him]

Mulder: What?

Scully: That poster. Where'd you get it?

Mulder: Oh, I got it down on M Street at some head shop about five years ago.

Scully: Hmm.

Mulder: Why?

Scully: Oh, I just... wanted to send one to somebody.

Mulder: You do?

Scully: Mmm hmm.

Mulder: Oop! [Mulder opens a drawer and scoops the line of pencils out of sight] Who?

Scully: Oh, just... some guy. Jack... M Street?

Mulder: Yeah. Hey, does this have something to do about this case you were working on?

Scully: That case... Um... yeah. Yes, it does.

Mulder: Did you solve it?

Scully: Me? No. No... I was... I was... on vacation. Just getting out of my own head for a few days. What about you? Did you... um... get anything done while I was gone?

Mulder: Oh god. [Leaning back in his chair, arms around his head] I mean it's amazing what I can accomplish without incessant meddling or questioning into everything I do. It's just — [Two pencils drop into Mulder's lap. Scully looks up to see scores of pencils imbedded in the false ceiling. She looks down again at Mulder, who looks back innocently] There's got to be an explanation...

Scully: Oh, I don't know. I think some things are better left unexplained. [A pencil drops right on Mulder's head]