Episode Summary

The agents rely on numerology, their powers of deduction and a mysterious stranger to help catch a serial killer.

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Mr Burt: [to Bartender] Bartender, seven and seven, pack of Morleys.

[Mad Wayne takes a seat at the bar beside Mr Burt and knocks on the bar twice]

Mad Wayne: Seven and seven, pack of Morleys.

Mr Burt: We have a winner!

Mad Wayne: Do I know you?

Mr Burt: Do you know me? Come on, Wayno... I'm part of the regular game. You know your problem, my friend? It's not the cards. It's playing the hand you were dealt. Plenty of guys get a bad deal. It's all in what you do with it. You know what I'm saying, partner? [Mr Burt is playing Solitaire] You can think, cards can't. They just lie there. You've got to make them work for you. Jack of hearts. [He turns over his next card — Jack of hearts] 2,598,960 possible five card hands. 1,277 flushes in any given suit. 1,980,240 ways to make two pairs. And yet... the game can't beat a man. Man only beats himself and so on and so forth. But we had this conversation. [Mad Wayne is watching Amy Aufsbergher losing on the poker machines] She comes here every Friday, loses her pay cheque — cries all weekend. Such a nice girl. I keep hoping luck is going to change, she'll catch a break. [Amy Aufsbergher finishes her game and goes to the bathroom] We going to blow this joint? Call it a night? [Mad Wayne stands] Hey, Wayno! [Mr Burt grabs hold of Mad Wayne's arm] You're bluffing me, right? You're going to show me Fifth Street. Walk right out of here — surprise me for a change. [Mad Wayne pays for his drink and enters the women's bathroom, Mr Burt continues his game] Three of hearts... Two of clubs...

Middle-Aged Man: I won! I won! [He hits the jackpot on the poker machine vacated by Amy Aufsbergher]

[A woman runs out of the bathroom]

Woman: Oh, my god! Help me, please! Help me! Somebody help me! There's a woman who's been murdered. Somebody help me! Oh god, help me! She's been murdered!

Scully: Agent Reyes?

Reyes: ...Three plus four is seven. Seven and six are thirteen...

Scully: What are you doing?

Reyes: Ten, thirteen, fourteen, sixteen... I want to ask you to open your mind to something. I don't want you to think I'm crazy, all right?

Scully: Why would I think that you're crazy?

Reyes: Do you believe the universe is knowable as a mathematical calculation of the whole, reducible to a single equation?

Scully: No.

Reyes: Why not?

Scully: Because I don't think that its complexity allows for it to be reduced so simply.

Reyes: But you accept that some people do?

Scully: I presume you mean the so-called Unified Theory? What physicists often refer to as the Theory of Everything? An equation so simple, they say that it might be printed on a t-shirt. It's a holy grail in the world of science. Potentially, the most important question that mankind has ever asked. But that such a complex calculation is even possible is the subject of enormous controversy. Is that what you mean?

Reyes: Um... potentially.

[Reyes is showing slides]

Reyes: Carla Marie Carpenter, born two, one, seventy-seven. Killed outside a night-club two years ago. Her murder remains unsolved. [She changes slides] Judy Anne Fuller — born three, twenty one, sixty nine. Killed at a mall two years ago. Unsolved. [She changes slides] Julie Francis Gresham — born one, twenty two, eighty. Killed in her parked car last month. Unsolved.

Scully: Agent Reyes, if there's a connection that I'm supposed to be seeing, I'm not seeing it. [Reyes changes slides]

Reyes: And our latest victim: Amy Sheridan Aufsbergher — born four, four, seventy-seven. Killed two weeks ago in a casino. Police have yet to find her killer.

Scully: Agent Reyes, am I to presume that you've solved these unsolved murders by using some kind of numerical calculation?

Reyes: Letters of names assigned values, added to birth dates reduced to the lowest common denominator. A, J, S, equal one. B, K, T...

Scully: Numerology, Agent Reyes? You're trying to solve these cases by using what is essentially a child's game.

Reyes: It's been in use since the sixth century BC. When Pythagoras determined that the world was built on the power and influence of numbers.

Scully: And... when exactly did you stumble upon it?

Reyes: We did it as kids. I still do it. You meet people at a party ask them their birth date. It's kind of an icebreaker. And as I was reading the story of this woman, I calculated she was a 14 — what they call a karmic number — an extremely significant numerological number. Prompting me to look at all of these other unsolved cases, the victims of which, also work out to have karmic numbers — ten, thirteen, and sixteen.

Scully: So, in other words, you haven't actually solved these cases.

Reyes: Maybe cracked is a better word.

Scully: Without any other evidence to directly connect them... circumstantial or forensic. [Something catches her eye in the projected image]

Reyes: What?

Scully: Can you enlarge this? [Reyes refocuses the projector] Can I see the rest of those photos?

Reyes: What is it?

Scully: There's a pattern in the bruising. Yeah... all four of the victims have it. Three small circles. They might be from a ring that the killer wears.

Reyes: So you're saying these cases are connected. That numerology may actually be driving the killer and that I'm definitely not crazy.

Scully: Or that maybe you're both crazy.

Mr Burt: Wayno! Come stai!

Mad Wayne: Quit following me or you might find yourself dead real soon.

Mr Burt: Oh, come on, Wayno, that's not your style. Doesn't fit your pattern. Far be it from me to rat you out. Can't show them what they can't see. [He sets up a three card-Monte game, turning over all three cards: two Jokers and the King of Diamonds] Now, two clowns, and a man with a crown. Want to try your luck, sailor? [He turns the cards over and starts to mix them] The king runs but he can't hide. How can you lose? Kid stuff. [Mad Wayne points to a card, it's a Joker] There goes the neighbourhood but Mr Money lives right next door. [He flips the next card over, it's the King of Diamonds] You know there's a secret to this game, Wayno, and I'm going to tell you what the secret is. Choose better.

Mad Wayne: You got something to say to me you say it.

Mr Burt: Son, I just did. [Mad Wayne knocks over the table, sending the cards flying, and storms off]

[Reyes walks through a hotel hallway and stops at a door that reads: Suite 33. Vicki Burdick. Numerologist. Your destiny awaits you]

Reyes: Hello.

Vicki Burdick: There's a clipboard over there with three forms on it. Fill out the top one, or all three if you want to unlock your most secret numbers for love, life and true personal happiness.

Reyes: I'm not here for a personal chart. I'm with the FBI, investigating a series of deaths that seem to have a numerological connection.

Vicki Burdick: I give valuable insights to the living. The dead pretty much already know their future.

Reyes: These are murders. I'm looking for your help in trying to solve them.

Vicki Burdick: You may overestimate the kind of work I'm capable of here.

Reyes: My hope is in doing the victims' complete numerology you'll be able to draw a picture of the killer.

Vicki Burdick: I don't think you understand. I run a little business here. People come to me if they want to improve their lives, how to get rich, how to marry the man of their dreams. I mean, look around, if I could actually provide that kind of information... I don't have to draw you a picture.

Reyes: You don't believe in it?

Vicki Burdick: At best, it's an art.

Reyes: I have established an undeniable numerological connection between the victims in all of these cases. [She hands a to Vicki Burdick] If I found the killer, I might prevent this happening again.

Vicki Burdick: Let me see what I can come up with.

Reyes: [answering mobile] Monica Reyes.

Doggett: [on phone] Monica. You're not going to believe this. We found two more cases — two more victims to add to this thing, both with the same marks on their faces. Now, I knew you were good but this... this is career-launching. You better get back here.

[Reyes enters the Behavioural Science Briefing Room to a burst of applause. The room is filled with agents]

Doggett: Nice work.

Reyes: Thank you.

Agent Fordyce: Well done. Well done.

Reyes: Thank you.

Agent Fordyce: By brilliantly tying these murder cases together VICAP is now working hard to develop a profile on the man we are officially calling the Triple Zero Killer. Through the identification of a pattern he leaves on his victims we have been able to connect six unsolved cases to one murderer, including these two new cases. Agent Scully will act as a point person on the case forensics. That's three recent killings and three from 1999. The developing pattern now appears to be murders in threes on a serpentine trail up across the eastern seaboard. Agent Doggett will lead the task force and is ready to roll. Here's what we don't know. One: How he chooses his victims. Two: How the killer kills. And three: If he'll kill again soon or disappear as he did two years ago.

Doggett: He may have been incarcerated during those years. We may be looking for someone with a record.

Agent Fordyce: That's an excellent observation.

Scully: The killer is strong. He uses his fists as weapons. Brute force. He is angry and he acts on impulse.

Agent Fordyce: Good. Important. Agent Reyes we're all working off your lead. Give us the benefit of your special insight into this case.

Reyes: Well... the killer probably has a soul number of either four or six. His birth path is, I'm guessing, a nine, or maybe a six. The destiny and realisation numbers are definitely karmic. I'll know for sure once I've got the charts from the numerologist, but the killer is almost certainly working off numerical vibrational disharmonies. [The silence in the room is deafening. Reyes mobile rings] That's her now. [answering mobile] Monica Reyes.

Vicki Burdick: [on phone] Agent Reyes? I've been running numbers here on the murder victims.

Reyes: Yes, uh-huh.

Vicki Burdick: And the strangest thing has come up.

Reyes: What? What is it?

[Behind Vicki Burdick, the office door opens and she begins her introductory spiel]

Vicki Burdick: Oh, there's three forms in the clipboard. Fill out the top one, or all three if you want to unlock your most secret... [Mad Wayne is standing in her doorway]

Agent Fordyce: I want her [Vicki Burdick's] body sent to Quantico. I want facts, I want details. I want Agent Scully to go over this woman with a fine-tooth comb.

Doggett: Yes, Sir.

Agent Fordyce: And I want you, Agent Reyes, to tell me who else knows about this.

Reyes: Knows about what?

Agent Fordyce: About this case, about you coming to this office to see this woman.

Reyes: I don't think I told anyone.

Agent Fordyce: Then how did the killer find his way here? Chance? Coincidence?

Reyes: I... I...

Agent Fordyce: We got a guy working the whole eastern seaboard murdering up and down the coast. Tell me how it is he winds up here in this city, in this building on this floor, in this room, on the same day you came here to see her if he didn't know.

Reyes: That's actually why I came to see this woman — to find out who the killer is, why he does what he does when he does it.

Agent Fordyce: We have a reputation to uphold, Agent Reyes. The FBI doesn't go to numerologists, for the same reason we don't consult horoscopes or palm readers or crystal balls. A killer kills for a reason. He lives in the world of cause and effect, as we all do. He gets an impulse and acts on it. Always the case, even if he doesn't know it and that's how we catch him.

Reyes: If he acts on impulses he can't understand, isn't it possible we can't understand them either? Can we not accept that every killer is not driven by the same impulses and that there are some impulses that not every killer kills for?

Agent Fordyce: No.

Reyes: Why not?

Agent Fordyce: Because it's unacceptable.

Doggett: But if Agent Reyes didn't tell anyone she was coming here, the only person who would possibly have any idea is somebody at the FBI.

Agent Fordyce: An inside job? I don't buy it.

Doggett: But don't we at least have to accept that as a possibility?

Agent Fordyce: No, we don't.

Reyes: Why?

Agent Fordyce: Because it's highly improbable.

Doggett: But not impossible.

Agent Fordyce: Six of one, half a dozen of the other.

Doggett: How would you like us to proceed, Sir?

Agent Fordyce: The bottom line is, I want results. I don't care how you go about it. What I want is this killer caught. [He leaves, calling out to other agents] All right, let's get the body out of here.

Doggett: Maybe you were followed.

Reyes: How? If the killer didn't even know I was looking for him?

Doggett: I don't know — you explain it then.

Reyes: This woman called me just before she was murdered. She had something to tell me something she found in the victims' charts.

Doggett: Their charts?

Reyes: Their numerology, a calculation of numbers that rule their lives in thirteen different categories.

Doggett: But a calculation based on what?

Reyes: On names and birth dates.

Doggett: Because my name is John Jay Doggett and I was born April 4, 1960, I got some kind of magic number?

Reyes: Six. Which makes you an active, adaptive, curious person who insists on their independence, loves a bargain and, above all else, wants to be successful.

Doggett: Well, that describes pretty much anyone.

Reyes: People are people.

Doggett: Right, they're not numbers.

Reyes: Then what was she calling me for?

Doggett: I'm going to leave you here to figure that out. I'm going back to the Bureau.

Mr Burt: Buon giorno, Wayno.

Mad Wayne: Who do you think you are?

Mr Burt: Who do you think I am?

[Mad Wayne is distracted by police radio chatter behind him. He quickly sits down and averts his face]

Mad Wayne: Don't say a word.

Mr Burt: Do I ever? [As Doggett passes, Mr Burt tips a domino over which sets off a chain reaction among the other dominoes lined up in a spiral pattern. Doggett pauses to watch, then leaves]

Mad Wayne: You're just trying to get me caught.

Mr Burt: I'm just playing a game of dominoes. As long as you're sitting here, though. How are you feeling?

Mad Wayne: Go to hell.

Mr Burt: Are the reservations in your name? You're a card. You really are a card, but I love you. Got time for a quick game?

Mad Wayne: I don't play your games.

Mr Burt: Not a truer word's been spoken.

Scully: [to recorder] The deceased is Vicki Louise Burdick. Upon external examination, cause of death appears to be a fatal blow to the maxilla, in which a small, three-ring pattern lies. I will begin my internal examination at... 6:06pm. [She turns the recorder off and picks up a scalpel. On the implement tray are six cotton swabs, six cotton balls on the tips of six haemostats, six scalpels, six rulers, six pipettes, six small bottles of liquid and a large package with the number 6 on it. Scully turns to start the autopsy and pauses, there are three curls on the woman's her forehead each curled into a six. A domino pattern of six freckles are on the woman's skin near where Scully is about to cut. She picks up the recorder, the counter reads, 666]

Reyes: Agent Scully.

Scully: I've got something to show you.

Reyes: What is it?

Scully: I figured out what the triple-zero pattern on the victim is. They aren't zeros at all. It's the number 666, only worn away. It must be stamped on the killer's ring. 666, the mark of the devil.

Reyes: Of course. How'd you figure that?

Scully: I didn't.

Reyes: Then how'd you discover it?

Scully: Completely by accident.

Reyes: I discovered something, too — the victims' charts. When the numbers were figured, the numerologist found they were a match to her own numbers.

Scully: How did the killer find her?

Reyes: It obviously wasn't an accident.

Scully: And how does that help us find the killer?

Reyes: It doesn't.

Agent Fordyce: Agent Doggett, I think we have a psychological profile on the murderer.

Doggett: What is it?

Agent Fordyce: Based on the amalgam of forensic detail, of facts, such as time and place the murders were committed and the amount of force used, we believe the killer is a man in his mid-20s to late 40s of average build and looks, who is driven by rage stemming from a hatred of his mother from a very early age. He was a bedwetter who was made to feel inferior which he took out on the world by killing small animals.

Doggett: That's it?

Agent Fordyce: Go to work.

Doggett: That's the average profile of almost every single serial killer the FBI's ever hunted down.

Agent Fordyce: Is that really all that surprising? Is there a problem, Agent Doggett?

Doggett: It's the way Agent Reyes found the cases. I don't think she should so easily be dismissed.

Agent Fordyce: You don't believe in this nonsense?

Doggett: Look at this: The path of the killer forms a number six.

Agent Fordyce: Your point?

Doggett: I don't know. I just noticed it.

Agent Fordyce: Have you noticed all babies look like Winston Churchill? Same difference, Agent Doggett.

Doggett: What if this is the killer's pattern? What if the number six has some kind of significance to the murders?

Agent Fordyce: It may... to you and Agent Reyes, but not to victim number seven.

Reyes: If we could analyse these numbers, I know we could figure this out.

Scully: Well, despite what we know about the victims' numerology, about the ring that we think that he wears, we really know next to nothing about where to start looking for this man.

Reyes: The answer's going to come to me. [The lift doors open, Mad Wayne is inside]

Scully: You going down? [Mad Wayne nods, Scully and Reyes join him. The lift stops on their floor, the doors open and Reyes steps out. Mad Wayne holds out a hand to stop the doors from closing] Thank you. [She notices the ring on his hand, steps out of the lift and pulls her weapon] Get out of the elevator! Move!

Mad Wayne: Just be cool. Be cool. All right? Everything's going to be fine. Be cool. [He raises his hands and begins to move forward out of the lift. Just as the doors begin to close, he steps back and leaves in the lift]

Scully: It's him.

Reyes: He's going down.

Scully: Stairs.

Reyes: I'm not getting reception.

Scully: Great. [The elevator has been turned off]

Reyes: No service.

Scully: We have to get an APB out on that car. Did you happen to see a plate?

Reyes: No.

Scully: We got all the numbers on this case except for the ones we need.

Reyes: Maybe there's another way out.

Scully: Well, it's only midnight. There's going to be somebody coming in or out soon.

Reyes: How do we know who was driving that car? That it was even him? That's the killer's not still here?

[Both agents draw their guns and begin to search the garage]

Scully: We're federal agents and we're armed. If you are here and you make any sudden moves we will be forced to consider you a threat. [A man clears his throat in the distance. Scully and Reyes head towards a green Cadillac] Stay where you are! Right there!

Reyes: Hands where we can see them! Get out of the car slowly.

Mr Burt: Did I do something wrong?

Scully: Step around the back of the car. I want you to show us some identification.

Mr Burt: I don't have a wallet.

Reyes: Do you have some form of ID?

Mr Burt: I don't think so.

Scully: Sir, what are you doing here?

Mr Burt: Waiting for a friend.

Scully: At midnight? In a parking garage?

Mr Burt: We have this regular game we play.

Reyes: What kind of game?

Mr Burt: Chequers. The chequers are in the trunk, if either of you play.

Scully: Sir, does it look like we're here to play chequers?

Mr Burt: No. What are you here for?

Reyes: Get your hands back up in the air. Step forward. Put your hands on the trunk. [She pats down Mr Burt] He's clean.

Scully: All right. Let's pop the trunk. [Inside is a chequerboard set on top of a pile of CDs] What's all this?

Mr Burt: Music.

Reyes: You must really like music.

Mr Burt: Oh, I love it. The classics, of course. Mozart, Bach, the earlier jazz, Louis Armstrong, Sinatra, Doo-wop, Elvis, marching bands...

Scully: Sir, enough.

Mr Burt: Don't get me wrong. I love all music but I prefer the stuff that lasts. [Reyes picks up a couple of the anonymous CDs] You like them? Keep them. Thanks to the wondrous world of digital technology I can always make more.

Scully: What time is your friend coming?

Mr Burt: Soon. [He checks his watchless wrist]

Reyes: What do you want to do?

Scully: I don't know. I don't know.

Mr Burt: I have some nice dance music.

Scully: We happen to be here, Sir, because there is a serial killer on the loose.

Mr Burt: How many did he kill?

Reyes: Seven women now.

Mr Burt: How are you going to catch him?

Scully: We're not, stuck down here.

Mr Burt: You sure there's nothing I can do?

Scully: Do you have the combination to the door?

Mr Burt: No.

Reyes: Do you have a cell phone that works?

Mr Burt: I wish I did. There's always chequers.

[Mr Burt easily beats Scully at chequers, jumping all of her remaining seven pieces]

Mr Burt: Next victim?

Scully: [to Reyes] How did we get ourselves into this?

[Reyes and Scully are playing chequers, Reyes is red and Scully is black. Mr Burt is dancing around their game]

Mr Burt: ...Cha cha cha —

Scully: Agent Reyes? [Reyes has turned the board around]

Reyes: Your hair colour.

Scully: I don't believe it.

Mr Burt: What?

Reyes: What if we are his next victims?

Mr Burt: You?

Reyes: The seventh victim was a blonde.

Mr Burt: But neither of you are blondes.

Reyes: He kills in threes. Blonde, redhead, brunette. The next victims will be a redhead and a brunette.

Mr Burt: Amazing — from a game of chequers!

Scully: Who are you? [She pulls her gun]

Mr Burt: Obviously someone you are very lucky to have run into.

Scully: No. No. You're part of this.

Mr Burt: How do you figure that?

Reyes: No, it's all in the numbers. It makes perfect sense. The numbers led us to the killer, the killer led us to the garage and now all we've done is recognise the killer's real serial pattern.

Mr Burt: So you're saying I didn't have anything to do with it.

Scully: Hey, keep your hands up.

Mr Burt: Why?

Scully: I don't know. [She puts her gun down]

Mr Burt: What's this about numbers?

Scully: Will you just...?

Mr Burt: I'm very good with numbers.

Reyes: The killer is driven by an impulse we believe is numerological.

Mr Burt: Of course. He's a serial killer.

Scully: No, that's not what she means. She thinks that his acts are determined by a calculation of numbers.

Mr Burt: So the killer's not in control of his actions the numbers are?

Reyes: Yes.

Mr Burt: Well, are the numbers helping you catch him or are they helping him not get caught?

Reyes: That's a good question.

Mr Burt: So, it's a kind of a game.

Scully: No, it's not.

Reyes: No, maybe it is. Maybe that's what this is about — who wins the game.

Mr Burt: I think she's onto something.

Scully: Agent Reyes, you can't reduce a complex factor as physical and psychological into a game.

Reyes: You're a scientist, Agent Scully. Your world is ruled by numbers: Atoms, molecules, periodicity.

Mr Burt: Wow!

Reyes: And wouldn't it follow that everything made from those things is ruled by numbers, too: Genes, chromosomes, us, the universe.

Mr Burt: Go, girl.

Scully: Agent Reyes, that is utter nonsense, okay? It would mean that all we are are chequers on a chequerboard being moved around by some forces completely outside and unbeknownst to us.

Reyes: What did Einstein say?

Mr Burt: Einstein — now there's a winner.

Reyes: God does not play dice with the universe.

Scully: Nor does he play chequers. Look, Agent Reyes, you can't reduce all of life, all creation, every piece of art architecture, music, literature, into a game of win or lose.

Reyes: Why not? Maybe the winners are those who play the game better; those who see the patterns and the connections like we're doing right now.

Mr Burt: Free will.

Reyes: Maybe we're not the next victims. Maybe we're here because we saw the numbers and read the patterns and we're here to catch the killer.

Scully: But the killer is outside, killing, and we are stuck in a parking garage.

Reyes: What if he's not? What if we didn't look hard enough? What if the killer's still down here? [She draws her weapon. A shadowy figure hiding behind a car withdraws quickly into the shadows]

Scully: What are you looking at? [The lights go out]

Mr Burt: Same thing you are.

[Mr Burt puts his chequers away. Scully and Reyes have their guns drawn]

Mr Burt: So what now?

Scully: [to Reyes] You go left, I'll go right. [to Mr Burt] You, you stay right where you are.

Mr Burt: Oh, there's no getting rid of me.

[Scully and Reyes split up and start searching the garage again. Reyes moves past the lifts, when a hand comes out from behind and grabs her, muffling her yell. Reyes struggles to free herself from Mad Wayne, they fall to the ground, knocking Reyes gun free. Mad Wayne picks it up, swings around to take aim at Reyes, three shots hit Mad Wayne. Doggett, smoking gun in hand, helps Reyes up]

Scully: He's going fast.

Doggett: Are you okay?

Reyes: Yeah, I think so.

Scully: Can you hear me?

Reyes: Why'd you do it — kill those women? [Mad Wayne dies before giving any explanation]

Scully: How did you ever find us?

Doggett: I saw something in his pattern. It made me realise there's going to be nine victims. And that maybe you two were going to be eight and nine. [Scully and Reyes run back to Mr Burt, his Cadillac is gone]

Reyes: Where'd he go?

Reyes: [answering phone] Hello?

Scully: All right, I need to know.

Reyes: What?

Scully: What my numerology is, and what my number... whatever you call it. What am I?

Reyes: You're a nine.

Scully: Which means what?

Reyes: Nine is completion. You've evolved through the experiences of all the other numbers to a spiritual realisation that this life is only part of a larger whole. Dana, are you there?

Scully: There's something else that's bugging me.

Reyes: What's that?

Scully: Who was that man?

Reyes: God knows.