Episode Summary

Mulder and Scully are called back to duty by the FBI when a former priest claims to be receiving psychic visions pertaining to a kidnapped agent.

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Specialist: I've gone over the charts you've sent and consulted another pediatric neurologist who works with me here. We're alarmed by two things.

Scully: The deficiency in lipid metabolism and the severely diminished enzyme output.

Specialist: Right. That's exactly right.

Scully: Both indicate lysosomal storage illness.

Specialist: You're the boy's primary physician, Dr...

Scully: Scully. Dana Scully.

Specialist: And you tested his lysosome function?

Scully: I think you have all my results there, doctor. My fear is that it's a type 2 degenerative brain disease like Sandhoff disease and his enzymes aren't clearing the lipids from his brain, causing atrophy.

Specialist: If you suspect Sandhoff disease, I'd test the boy's levels of hexosaminidase.

Scully: I've done that. What I'm looking for here, doctor, is a course of treatment.

Specialist: There is no treatment for Sandhoff. If there were, I'm sure you'd tell me.

Scully: Hi, Christian. How are you feeling?

Christian Fearon: Okay, Dr. Scully. How are you?

Scully: Me, well I'm doing just fine, thank you.

Blair Fearon: You got some outside opinions?

Scully: Yes. We're going to do some more tests.

Drummy: Special Agent Drummy with the FBI.

Scully: I can guess who you're with.

Drummy: The FBI urgently needs to speak with Fox Mulder.

Scully: I don't work with Fox Mulder any longer. I don't work with the FBI.

Drummy: Well, if you could contact him, it might just save the life of an FBI Agent.

Mulder: What's up, doc?

Scully: You've become awfully trusting Mulder, for a man wanted by the FBI.

Mulder: Eyes in the back of my head, Scully. Auf einer Wellenlänge, as the Germans say. It's a precognitive state often confused with simple human intuition, in which the brain perceives the deep logic underlying transitory human existence, unaided by the conscious mind, materialising much as you did just now. Though if you'd actually materialised, you'd be rapidly de-materialising. But who believes that crap anymore?

Scully: Well, they do at the FBI apparently. I had a visitor today, Mulder. The FBI want your help finding a missing agent.

Mulder: Well, I hope you told them go screw themselves.

Scully: They say all is forgiven. That they'll drop all charges against you if you come in and help them solve this case.

Mulder: The FBI will forgive me. They put me on trial on bogus charges and tried to discredit a decade of my work, they should be asking me for my forgiveness, Scully.

Scully: I think they are. Desperately.

Mulder: How can I possibly help these people?

Scully: Someone's come forward with some promising evidence. A psychic, he claims.

Mulder: It's a trick, Scully, to smoke me out.

Scully: Mulder, if the FBI wanted to get you, I have no doubt that they could. I think they've just been happy to have you out of their hair.

Mulder: Oh good, because I am just as happy having them out of mine.

Scully: A young agent's life is at stake. Mulder, I know I don't have to say this , but it could have been you once, or me. You know, the truth is, I worry about you, and the effects of long-term isolation.

Mulder: I'm fine here. Happy as a clam.

Scully: I'll tell them your answer. [She leaves the room]

Mulder: Shit. [He opens the door] Okay, I'll go. Under one condition.

[Scully sighs]

Whitney: Thanks for making this happen. I'm Special Agent in Charge Whitney.

Scully: Dana Scully.

Whitney: Fox Mulder, I believe. I know this is awkward but welcome back. My team and I appreciate your trust.

Mulder: Trust being what it is, what if I can't help you? Or your agent turns up dead?

Whitney: The past is the past. I know your work on X-Files cases and believe you may be the best chance Monica Bannan has now.

Scully: How long as she been missing?

Whitney: Since Sunday evening. Almost three days.

Scully: I know you know this, but after 72 hours there's a slim chance that she's still alive.

Whitney: We have some reason to believe she is. But so far we've got no evidence to the contrary and the facts give us hope. Soon after she was missing, we find this. A severed arm.

Mulder: Where?

Whitney: About ten miles from her home.

Scully: I don't understand. It's a man's arm.

Mulder: Is it a match for evidence found at or near the crime scene? Blood or tissue?

Whitney: Blood. Found in her garage and on the tool that matches the wound.

Mulder: I take it you were led to it.

Whitney: Like a needle in a haystack.

Mulder: By someone claiming psychic powers.

Whitney: Joseph Fitzpatrick Crissman.

Mulder: And you think he's full of shit.

Drummy: What makes you say that?

Mulder: Psychic.

Drummy: Father Joe...

Scully: Father? He was a priest?

Drummy: Catholic. He cold-called six hours after Monica Bannan was reported missing, claiming a vision of her, a psychic connection.

Mulder: And he tells you she's alive.

Drummy: That's right.

Mulder: Have you found any other connection?

Drummy: To Monica Bannan?

Whitney: No. That's why I sent for you. I need to know we're not wasting time.

Mulder: He's a religious man, clearly educated man. He took right action, said nothing to cast doubt upon himself, has no material connection to the crime. You are wasting time, only it's mine and your agents.

Whitney: There's a question of credibility.

Mulder: If you have no reason to doubt the man, why doubt the man's visions?

Drummy: He didn't lead us to Monica Bannan. He gave us a guy's bloody arm in the snow.

Mulder: This is not an exact science. If it were me, I'd be on the guy 24/7, I'd be in bed with him kissing his holy ass.

Whitney: Father Joe's a convicted paedophile.

Mulder: Maybe I'd stay out of bed with him.

Scully: What is this?

Whitney: Dorms for habitual sex offenders.

Scully: Dorms?

Whitney: They manage the complex and police themselves. Father Joe lives here voluntarily with his room-mate.

Mulder: Just avoid the activities room.

Drummy: Father Joe?

Father Crissman: Excuse the mess. I haven't been sleeping.

Drummy: Father Joe, this is Fox Mulder.

Father Crissman: Okay.

Drummy: He'd like to ask some questions.

Scully: Actually, I'd like to ask something. What was it you were praying for in there, sir?

Father Crissman: For the salvation of my immortal soul.

Scully: And you think God hears your prayers?

Father Crissman: Do you think he hears yours?

Scully: I didn't bugger thirty-seven altar boys.

Father Crissman: Oh.

Mulder: That's a colourful way of putting it.

Scully: I have another word, if you like.

Mulder: I'm sure you do.

Father Crissman: I have to believe he does hear me, or why would he send these visions?

Scully: Maybe it's not God doing the sending.

Mulder: You call them visions. You see them?

Father Crissman: They're what you might call my mind's eye.

Mulder: What do you see?

Father Crissman: I see the poor girl being assaulted. See her putting up a fight. I hear dogs barking.

Whitney: Where?

Father Crissman: Can't tell.

Mulder: But you see her alive.

Father Crissman: No, but I feel that she is.

Mulder: Can you show us how you do it?

Father Crissman: I don't know that I can do this right now. Maybe it'd be better if she [Scully] wasn't here.

Scully: Maybe what you see is a way to try and make people forget what it is that you really are.

Scully: Jesus, Mulder.

Mulder: So much for kissing his holy ass.

Scully: I'm sorry. I've had too long away from this business. Or not long enough.

Mulder: No, you were good in there. All I had were questions. But you pushed him, you challenged him. Like old times.

Scully: Well, he's a creep, and a liar. He knows who did this and they're supplying him with information. And look where he lives. And this arm they found — it wasn't severed in any fight, it was cut cleanly, chopped off. And tell me how he's been able to lead them straight to it and not even muster a guess as to where the victim is? And two things you're going to find in the next 24 hours — a dead agent and that this guy, Father Joe, is a big fat fraud.

Mulder: You could be right, Scully. You could be right. But what if you're wrong?

Scully: What are you doing?

Mulder: Going to take him for a ride, see just how psychic this Father Joe really is.

Scully: Yeah, well, it's been fun.

Mulder: Scully. Nobody's going to make you sit next to him.

Scully: Thanks, but I've already been taken for a ride. Anyway, he doesn't want me there.

Mulder: I want you here.

Scully: This isn't my life anymore, Mulder. I'm done chasing monsters in the dark. I think you've done all they've asked of you here too. You know, no-one says you have to stay here.

Mulder: These people need my help. I could really use yours.

Father Crissman: Are we getting warm?

Whitney: You tell us.

Father Crissman: I don't know I have a clue where we are.

Mulder: That's all right. Everybody works differently.

Father Crissman: Who are you — the good cop?

Mulder: I'm the non-cop. [He holds out Monica Bannan's FBI photo ID card]

Father Crissman: I don't know this girl. This Agent Bannan of yours. I haven't a clue of the connection.

Mulder: There's always something, however small.

Father Crissman: And who made you the expert?

Mulder: I once investigated a series of cases involving unexplained phenomena for the FBI.

Father Crissman: So you believe in these sort of things?

Mulder: Let's just say I want to believe.

Drummy: And his sister was abducted by ET.

Father Crissman: Is that true?

Mulder: It was a long time ago.

Father Crissman: She's dead, isn't she, your sister? [Mulder doesn't answer] This is where she was taken — your agent — this is where she was attacked.

Mulder: I want him to see the crime scene.

[Father Crissman walks towards the garage then stops]

Father Crissman: No, this isn't right. You've brought me to the wrong house.

Mulder: Pulled that right out of his ass.

[Father Crissman approaches the house opposite, where there is yellow crime scene tape around the garage]

Whitney: There were news crews out here covering the scene, pictures of the neighborhood. He could've recognised it all from TV.

Mulder: Yeah, but, why?

Whitney: Why?

Mulder: Why do it? Why go to such great lengths to create such an elaborate fiction.

Whitney: Expiation. Forgiveness of his sins. He's written dozens of letters to the Vatican pleading re-engagement with the church.

Mulder: A rather odd way to impress the Holy See.

Whitney: The voice of God speaking through a man — I think that's been a winner a few times.

Mulder: So you think he's guilty too, huh?

Whitney: We have to consider him a suspect.

Mulder: But you found no connection to the crime.

Whitney: Don't think my guys have stopped looking, and they think they're going to find Monica.

Mulder: But you don't, or I wouldn't be here.

Whitney: Yeah, I'm not the most popular girl at the FBI right now for calling you in, believe me.

Mulder: I wasn't exactly Miss Popularity at the FBI myself.

Whitney: But you've dealt with psychics before. Luther Lee Boggs, Clyde Bruckman, Gerald Schnauz — I went through those cases and that work was extremely impressive.

Mulder: Yeah, well. I'm only half the team.

Whitney: But it's your insights I need.

[Father Crissman sinks to his knees in the snow]

Father Crissman: She ran away. She tried to escape. There were two men. Well, she couldn't. He pushed her down, it was here, it was right here, and then they put in the back.

Whitney: Where?!

Father Crissman: In the car — no — it was a truck, a truck with something on it.

Whitney: We have to find her!

Father Crissman: She's in pain, great, great pain.

Whitney: Tell me where!

Father Crissman: I don't know. I can't see.

Whitney: We need to find her!

Father Crissman: I can't see.

Drummy: Because he's pulling it out of his ass.

[Father Crissman is weeping. They see blood spots on the snow]

Mulder: Father Joe?

[Father Crissman lifts up his head. The blood is coming from his eyes]

Scully: Hi, Christian. You're looking very bright-eyed this morning.

Christian Fearon: I was thinking.

Scully: Yeah? What were you thinking?

Christian Fearon: How I'm going to get out of here.

Scully: Well, you know, I'm thinking exactly the same thing.

Christian Fearon: Can I get out of here soon?

Scully: What's wrong? Has something scared you?

Christian Fearon: The way the man is looking at me.

Scully: What man?

[Christian indicates a man standing in the corridor]

Scully: Don't be afraid.

Scully: I was just looking for those.

Father Ybarra: I wanted to go over them myself and the results of the new tests that you ordered.

Scully: That isn't really your purview, Father. It's his primary physician's.

Father Ybarra: It is in my purview, to make sure that all my physicians are making the right choices for their patients and for the hospital.

Scully: Can I have the test results, please?

Father Ybarra: We are here to heal the sick, not prolong the ordeal of the dying. There are other, better, facilities for the boy.

Mulder: I can feel you thinking.

Scully: I'm sorry, can't sleep.

Mulder: Actually, I have a little something for that.

Scully: Just a little something?

Mulder: Thank you. What's the matter?

Scully: I have a patient. A young boy with a rare brain disease, and he's very, very sick.

Mulder: Why haven't you told me about this before?

Scully: I thought there was something I could do.

Mulder: There's not?

Scully: Well, there's radical treatments but nobody wants to talk about those. Even the experts say there's nothing to be done. Nothing but let him die. So I'm lying here cursing God for all his cruelties.

Mulder: And do you think God is losing any sleep?

Scully: Why bring a kid into the world just to make him suffer? I don't know, Mulder, I've got such a connection to this boy.

Mulder: How old is he?

Scully: You think it's because of William.

Mulder: I think our son left us both with an emptiness that can't be filled. Just go to sleep. Let me curse God for a while.

Scully: Thank you. [They kiss] Scratchy beard. [She laughs] Oh. There was something weird on that toxicology report of the severed arm.

Mulder: What?

Scully: I looked over the FBI evidence reports again, and in the tissue there were traces of a drug that's commonly given to patients being treated with radiation. And also traces of a drug called Acepromazine.

Mulder: Why is that weird?

Scully: Acepromazine's an animal tranquilliser.

Mulder: Now I can't sleep.

Scully: Mulder?

Mulder: What is animal tranquilliser doing in the tissue sample of a man's severed arm?

Scully: I can't even begin to speculate.

Mulder: He said he heard barking dogs.

Scully: Who?

Mulder: Father Joe.

Scully: Mulder, what are you doing?

Mulder: Is it a tranquilliser that you might give a dog?

Scully: He's a phony, Mulder. He pulls these so-called visions out of thin air, and now he's got you straining to connect them.

Mulder: When I see a man cry tears of blood at a crime scene he recognises without ever having visited, I need to go out on a limb, you know what I'm saying?

Scully: Tears of blood?

Mulder: Yeah, some trick, huh? How do you fake that?

Scully: You said there was news.

Whitney: The news is our psychic led us to the exact same site he led us to before.

Father Crissman: You're going to find it.

Drummy: That's what you keep saying.

Father Crissman: You're going to find a body.

Drummy: You keep telling us she's alive.

Father Crissman: She is.

Drummy: We could do this all night. These guy's are running on empty.

Whitney: I'm sorry for bringing you out here.

Drummy: Hey, let's go, fellas. Bring it in. Let's go. Bring it in, gentlemen, time to go home.

Mulder: Tell me. Tell me what you see.

Father Crissman: I see a face. I see eyes staring out.

Mulder: Who? Who is it?

Father Crissman: It's unclear. Like through dirty glass. It's out there, I know it. [He heads off]

Mulder: Scully, what does he mean like through dirty glass?

Scully: Mulder.

Mulder: What.

Scully: Stop.

Mulder: Okay, just feel free to give up like everybody else.

Scully: This is not my job any more, Mulder.

Mulder: No, that's right, that's right, you're just like my booking agent now, right?

Scully: You're right. This is my fault.

Mulder: What do you mean, it's your fault.

Scully: For getting you involved in this.

Mulder: No, no. It was the right thing to do, Scully.

Scully: This is not about finding an FBI agent. This is about you trying to save your sister.

Mulder: My sister is dead.

Scully: It hasn't stopped you from looking for her. Mulder, I have been through this too many years with you, believing you can you save her. You cannot save her, not now and not ever.

Mulder: [to Whitney] I need those men back!

Scully: What are you doing?

Mulder: I'm trying to ignore you.

[Father Crissman reaches a snow-covered clearing]

Father Crissman: This is it! Here it is! This is it.

Mulder: We need shovels.

Drummy: It's solid ice.

Mulder: No, it's dirty glass.

Mulder: Flashlight.

[Mulder clears away the last of the snow, uncovering a woman's head frozen in the ice. It's Monica Bannan]

Mulder: You're going to need resources.

Father Crissman: [to Scully] Don't give up.

Father Ybarra: I think we can resolve then, in good conscience, and without objection, to relocate the patient to a facility suited for and humane to his condition. [The door opens and Scully enters] As you and I discussed, Dr Scully, I was just informing the staff and doctors of the hospital's decision on Christian Fearon.

Scully: I'm sorry, what decision?

Father Ybarra: To relocate the patient to a hospice who will manage his palliative care.

Scully: That was a discussion, not a decision.

Father Ybarra: Well, it's been discussed here at length with no objection from your colleagues.

Scully: I have an objection.

Father Ybarra: You have, Dr Scully, a patient with an untreatable condition. And that's very sad and unfortunate, nobody disagrees with that.

Scully: But he's my patient.

Father Ybarra: And unless you've come here today with a cure for Sandhoff disease, we all ask that you let the boy go in peace. [Scully doesn't respond] Thank you. Now I'd like to wrap up so we can get on to the day's good work. We have the final matter of a patient in intensive care, Dr Willer's patient, I believe. Admitted after suffering myocardial infarction during surgery...

Scully: There is a treatment.

Father Ybarra: The matter is resolved, Dr Scully.

Scully: No, it's not. The disease can be treated with intrathecal stem cell therapy.

Woman: You're not serious? Don't put the boy through hell.

Scully: Would you do it if it were your son?

Father Ybarra: It's not her son, and he's not yours.

Scully: And it's not a decision for hospital administration, it's his doctor's. If you would like to challenge that you can take the matter up with a higher authority.

Father Ybarra: I have taken it up with the highest authority, Dr Scully. As should you.

Mulder: Scully, it's me. I keep leaving you messages. Here's what I want to tell you. That woman's head in the ice? It's not the agent's, it's not Monica Bannan's. We don't know who she is or why she's there, but so far we've pulled eleven discrete human limbs from the ice and we're not even done yet. Each one a clean cut too, an exact match to the previous amputation you noted, Scully. It looks like someone's been dumping body parts in the ice there for months, possibly years. And there seems to be no pattern to the limbs, men and women, all with healthy, undiseased tissue according to forensics. Which suggests to me that they are victims. But here's the thing, what I need you to know, we found more traces of your animal tranquilliser, Acepromazine. I don't know what the hell it means but I'm hoping you can make sense of it.

Whitney: Anything?

Mulder: No, I can't reach her. But this is going to make sense. This is a break, I'm feeling it.

Whitney: Mm-mm. You're feeling it, Father Joe's feeling it, all I'm feeling is my head spinning.

Mulder: No, no, this is a serial case you've uncovered here. You're going to solve a dozen murders here.

Whitney: Yes, but I'm no closer to finding my agent.

Mulder: Well, we're going to find her. I know it.

Whitney: Well, she may have to stand in line.

Father Crissman: I see a woman's face. Another woman, taken from a car. She's being held, in a box, I think.

Mulder: Is she with Monica Bannan?

Father Crissman: I don't know.

Mulder: Is it the same men that took her?

Father Crissman: I think so. Yes. It's the same man.

Mulder: You see this? Or you just telling these people what they want to hear?

Father Crissman: No.

Mulder: No, you don't see it?

Father Crissman: No, it's the same men.

Mulder: I want a car ready.

Drummy: To go where?

Mulder: I don't know yet.

Drummy: I don't believe this.

Mulder: That's been your problem from the start.

Whitney: I can get you a car.

Mulder: And a list of missing persons in the greater area over the last 48 to 72 hours.

Whitney: Cheryl Cunningham, 34. Never made it to work last night. No show at home either.

Drummy: There's no blood on the airbags. Driver's side window knocked out. Keys in the ignition. It's a survivable crash with a seatbelt. She sets off, takes a shortcut, gets tired, sits down, falls asleep. Happens all the time.

Mulder: Pretty hard left turn for such a long straight stretch of country road, don't you think? But why settle for my opinion.

Father Crissman: I'm sorry. I'm not getting anything.

Drummy: What a surprise. What a surprise.

Whitney: I think we're done with Father Joe.

Drummy: Yeah.

Mulder: Whoa, whoa.

Mulder: We're not quite finished.

Whitney: What is that?

Mulder: It's a medical ID bracelet. I noticed that your missing agent wore one too.

Drummy: For what?

Whitney: What are you thinking?

Mulder: Let's pop the trunk.

[Whitney pulls out the woman's gym bag]

Whitney: This isn't going to do her much good.

Mulder: Her gym bag. It's her bathing suit. It's frozen stiff.

[Whitney sniffs the frozen bathing suit]

Whitney: Chlorine.

Mulder: Where's the nearest public pool?

Mulder: People say I went underground.

Scully: I'm sorry, Mulder. I had to keep my focus here.

Mulder: It's the boy, isn't it.

Scully: Yeah.

Mulder: I thought there was nothing to be done.

Scully: I'm taking a big chance on something. On a radical and extremely painful new procedure.

Mulder: Last night you said that wasn't an option.

Scully: It wasn't, last night.

Mulder: What changed your mind? [She doesn't answer] When will you know if it's working?

Scully: There's a series of these procedures and we won't know until they're all done. [He nods] But that's not what you came to talk about.

Mulder: There's another woman missing. She's given us something to go on. She and the missing agent swam at the same pool. We found that the agent kept a locker there, we think they were stalked there. Both women wore medical ID bracelets, and they both had the same rare blood type — AB negative.

Scully: Organs — harvested for transplant. That's how they were targeted. Donors and recipients need matched types. Someone using that pool knows that.

Mulder: Black market. Somebody filling orders.

Scully: Well, they have access. Recipients, hospitals.

Mulder: That's your world, Scully. Your knowledge able to save time, and time is our enemy.

Scully: You can start with the transporters. Call the Richmond DA.

Mulder: No, no, I need you on this with me.

Scully: No, no, Mulder.

Mulder: Yeah, you asked me to get involved, Scully. Now I'm asking for you stay involved.

Scully: Mulder, you helped them already. You broke the case for them. Why don't you just let the FBI pursue it.

Mulder: We're so close now.

Scully: And I'm asking you let it go.

Mulder: It's not that simple.

Scully: No, it's complicated.

Mulder: What's that's supposed to mean?

Scully: Something that I knew would happen, that I've been afraid of, that I haven't had to face until now.

Mulder: What? Just say it.

Scully: I'm a doctor, Mulder. That's not my life any more.

Mulder: I know that.

Scully: You're not understanding me. I can't look into the darkness with you any more, Mulder. I cannot stand what it does to you or to me.

Mulder: I'm fine with it, Scully. I'm actually okay. I'm good.

Scully: Yeah, that's what scares me.

Mulder: Where else would you have me look if you want me to find these women alive?

Scully: I'm asking you to look at yourself.

Mulder: Why? I don't think I'm the one who's changed.

Scully: We're not FBI any more, Mulder. We are two people who come home at night, to a home now. I don't want that darkness in my home.

Mulder: Scully, this is who I am. It's who I've always been. This is who I was before I met you. It's what I do, it's everything I know.

Scully: Write it down. Put it in a book.

Mulder: You're asking me to give up?

Scully: No. I can't tell you to do that, Mulder. But I can tell you that I won't be coming home.

Mulder: Scully.

Scully: Mulder, I've got my own battles to fight.

Mulder: Don't do this.

Scully: Please don't argue with me.

Mulder: Don't do this now.

Scully: I don't know what else to do.

Mulder: Good luck, then.

Scully: You too.

Margaret Fearon: Dr Scully.

Blair Fearon: We'd like to speak with you, if we may. About Christian.

Scully: Have you been in to see him?

Margaret Fearon: Yes, he was sleeping. But...

Blair Fearon: We've changed our minds. About going forward with this new treatment.

Scully: But you don't even know if it's working yet.

Blair Fearon: We think that Christian's been through enough.

Margaret Fearon: We want to put our faith in God now.

Scully: I see.

Margaret Fearon: It's nothing against you.

Scully: No.

Margaret Fearon: If you were a mother you'd understand.

Scully: Have you spoken to Father Ybarra?

Blair Fearon: Yes. But the decision is ours.

Scully: What if it did work? What if we found we'd made the wrong choice by stopping?

Margaret Fearon: You're saying you could save my son?

Scully: I'm saying I don't want to give up now.

Father Crissman: A vision, if ever I had one.

Scully: May I speak with you?

Father Crissman: Would you like to come in? Make yourself comfortable.

Scully: I won't be staying long.

Father Crissman: Have you come here by yourself?

Scully: Yes.

Father Crissman: Sit. Please, I insist. Now, you came to ask something. We're alone. Free to speak in confidence.

Scully: You said something to me the other night in the snow.

Father Crissman: Yes. I said, don't give up.

Scully: I need to know why you said that.

Father Crissman: I haven't the faintest idea. Were you hoping for another answer?

Scully: Do you know anything about me?

Father Crissman: Other than that you loathe me?

Scully: Do you know what it is that I do?

Father Crissman: No. I can see you're a woman of faith, but not in the same things as your husband.

Scully: He's not my husband.

Father Crissman: Do you care to tell me about yourself?

Scully: No!

Father Crissman: Do you care to offer confession?

Scully: I don't think you're...

Father Crissman: What? In a position to judge? And yet you've judged me, haven't you?

Scully: You deserve to be judged.

Father Crissman: Do you know why we live here? The men who call this vile box of monsters home? Because we hate each other, even as we hate ourselves for our sickening appetites.

Scully: This doesn't make it any less sickening.

Father Crissman: And where do they come from, these appetites, these uncontrollable urges of ours?

Scully: Not from God!

Father Crissman: Not from me. I castrated myself when I was 26. And the visions weren't my idea either! Proverbs 25:2.

Scully: What?!

Father Crissman: God's glory to conceal a thing, for the honour of kings. To search out a matter.

Scully: Don't you quote scripture to me!

Father Crissman: What are you doing here? What are you afraid of?

Scully: Don't give up! What was that for?!

Father Crissman: I don't know.

Scully: I don't believe you!

Father Crissman: I'm telling you the truth.

Scully: They were your words!

Father Crissman: I don't know why I said...

Scully: You said them to my face!

Father Crissman: All I ever wanted was to serve Him. All I've ever wanted was to serve God.

Scully: You can ask for His pity, but don't expect mine. You can stop the act any time.

[The bible falls out of his hands on to the floor, his hands visibly shaking]

Scully: Look at me!

[She takes hold of his chin. Shaking all over now, he falls back on to the bed]

Scully: [on mobile] Paramedics have been here now for about seven minutes. He's stabilised. Blood pressure's normal. No, they're loading him in now.

Mulder: What happened?

Scully: [on mobile] Thank you. [She ends the call] He had a seizure.

Mulder: Who called you?

Scully: No one.

Mulder: Well, what are you doing here? [She doesn't answer] We need to talk to Father Joe.

Scully: Well, that's not going to happen.

Whitney: We've got a suspect. A Russian émigré working as an organ transporter.

Scully: In custody?

Whitney: No. The Richmond DA questioned him about trafficking in black market human organs this afternoon, but he was released. They had no evidence to hold him. We've got a fairly credible witness who says he swam with the women at the pool.

Drummy: ASAC Whitney?

Whitney: Excuse me.

Scully: What's that got to do with Father Joe?

Mulder: It's the man in his visions, Scully.

Scully: Who?

Mulder: The suspect, the man in this photo.

Scully: Mulder, now you're wasting their time.

Mulder: Tell me again what you're doing here.

Drummy: Here's a vision for you. Couple of my guys just had it.

[He hands Mulder a photograph of Franz Tomczesyn. The man whose face was scratched by Monica Bannan]

Mulder: Who's this?

Drummy: That's our suspect's employer. An old friend of Father Joe's, we just learned. Known him for over twenty years.

Mulder: Known him how?

Drummy: That's one of his thirty-seven altar boys. Three guesses who he's married to in the state of Massachusetts. Our suspect.

[He hands over a photograph of Janke Dacyshyn, the man with the organ donor bag]

Whitney: We got a warrant to search their offices.

Whitney: We were all fooled on this. I wanted to believe it as bad as anyone.

Mulder: Look, I don't need the sweet talk.

Whitney: You led us here.

Mulder: Father Joe led us here.

Whitney: I called you because I thought you were going help me with this case because I valued your belief in these phenomena.

Mulder: Now what do you think?

Whitney: I think this is a longer conversation.

Mulder: They're both dead. Monica Bannan and Dakota Whitney.

Scully: I heard. Sorry.

Mulder: I thought we were winning, Scully.

Scully: I know you did, Mulder.

Mulder: I'm here to see Father Joe. I want to show him these photographs. These men.

Scully: You still want to believe him. [Mulder nods his head slightly] I think you should know that he has been diagnosed with a terminal illness. He has advanced-stage lung cancer.

Mulder: I just want to be sure.

Scully: Then let me ask him.

Father Crissman: You wouldn't believe. I was thinking of you. I had a vision you might find interesting. Of a man speaking a foreign language.

Scully: Did he happen to look like this?

[Scully holds up the picture of Janke Dacyshyn]

Father Crissman: Yeah, that's the man. How did you know?

Scully: We think he's the man who abducted the FBI agent, and the second woman you say you saw and possibly many more. And we think that is helped by this man.

[She holds up the picture of Franz Tomczesyn]

Father Crissman: I don't know who that is.

Mulder: Are you sure?

Father Crissman: I'm fairly certain. I don't know him.

Scully: I'm fairly certain that you do. And that you've known him since he was a boy.

[Father Joe looks at her, then takes the picture. He now realises who the man is]

Father Crissman: Oh, no. It can't be true. I don't believe this. He was my connection to the girl. My visions were to save her from him. This is God's work. This is God's work.

Scully: Let me ask you one more question, Father Joe. The FBI agent, the first woman that you saw, Monica Bannan. Is she still alive?

Father Crissman: I feel her. Yes. She's still alive.

Scully: Mulder.

Mulder: That second victim may be alive. Everybody's given up on her, but I'm not going to.

Scully: Mulder, you think I don't understand, but I do. This stubbornness of yours, is why I fell in love with you.

Mulder: It's like you said, it's why we can't be together.

Mulder: [voicemail] Yeah, it's me.

Scully: Shit.

Mulder: [voicemail] I must be busy right now. Leave a message.

Scully: Mulder I just found something in my stem cell research. Experiments being done in Russia on dogs, Mulder. I think that's what your suspects have been doing, only on humans. Those women who've been abducted — you've got to call me. Mulder, the FBI agent's alive.

Drummy: [on phone] This is Special Agent Drummy.

Scully: I've been trying to find you for hours. I can't reach Mulder.

Drummy: Is this Dr Scully?

Scully: Yes, it's Dr Scully.

Drummy: Where is he?

Scully: If I knew that I wouldn't be calling.

Drummy: Dr. Scully, I'm going to suggest you call the police. This is not an FBI matter.

Scully: Listen to me! I need your help!

Drummy: I'm sorry, I can't help you.

Scully: Then let me talk to somebody there with some balls who can.

Cop: Excuse me.

Scully: I'm Dana Scully and that's my car.

Cop: Right. I talked to some bigwig down at the FBI, called from Washington.

Scully: Yeah, that's him. Walter Skinner. [Skinner approaches] Is there any indication what happened, or any footprints?

Cop: Nothing. The snow is pretty heavy. But we did find this, you might want to give it to him. Excuse me.

Scully: It's his cell phone. It's got blood on it.

Skinner: Hey, listen to me, calm down, stop and think. He's okay. He's got to be. He climbed out of this thing, he climbed out, he probably climbed up.

Skinner: [to Scully] We will find him. I know Mulder. He'd get to a phone and call first. He wouldn't do anything crazy. Not overly crazy.

Skinner: What is it?

[Scully stops at one mailbox that has the numbers 25 and 2 on it]

Scully: Proverbs 25:2.

[Scully opens the mailbox and looks through the mail. As she does so she quotes what Father Joe had said to her]

Scully: The glory of God to hide a thing. I've got it. It's an invoice for medical supplies to a Dr Uroff-Koltoff. It's an address on Bellflower Road.

Skinner: Maybe I could Google it.

Scully: Listen.

Skinner: What?

Scully: Dogs. Dogs!

Skinner: Mulder.

Mulder: The girl inside.

Skinner: Scully's got her. She's in good hands.

Mulder: Skinner?

Skinner: Yeah.

Mulder: I'm cold.

Skinner: I got you. I got you.

[Skinner puts his coat around Mulder, then holds on to him to keep him warm]

Scully: Mulder?

Mulder: What's up, doc?

Scully: Father Joe is dead. He was clearly a very sick man.

Mulder: Did you see this story? The FBI's claiming Father Joe was an accomplice. Not a word about his psychic connection.

Scully: He's dead, Mulder. We'll never know.

Mulder: I know, Scully, and I can prove it. Father Joe died of lung cancer, right? The same as that man that Dr Frankenstein tried to give a new body.

Scully: Mulder.

Mulder: What time did you pull those tubes from that woman's neck. What time did you cut off the blood supply to that man's head? That's when Father Joe died. You get me his death certificate and I'll show it to you, and then I'll take it to the FBI and I'll show them.

Scully: Do you think they're really going to take your call?

Mulder: It's an injustice to the man's name.

Scully: Well, considering his crimes against those young boys, who is really going to care?

Mulder: I thought you believed him too.

Scully: I wanted to believe him. I did believe him. I acted on that belief.

Mulder: Why don't you just tell me what he said to you.

Scully: He told me: Don't give up. And I didn't, and it saved your life. But I've put that boy through hell. And I have another surgery scheduled for this morning, because I believed that God was telling me to. Through a paedophile priest, no less.

Mulder: What if Father Joe's prayers were answered after all? What he were forgiven, because he didn't give up.

Scully: Try proving that one, Mulder. I'm due at the hospital.

Mulder: Scully? Why would he say that — Don't give up? Why would he say such a thing to you?

Scully: I think that was clearly meant for you, Mulder.

Mulder: He didn't say it to me. He said it to you. If Father Joe were the devil, why would he say the opposite of what the devil might say? Maybe that's the answer. The larger answer.

Scully: What do you mean?

Mulder: Don't give up.

Scully: Please don't make this any harder than it already is.

Mulder: If you have any doubts, any doubts at all, just call off that surgery this morning. And then we'll get out of here. Just me and you.

Scully: As far away from the darkness as we can get?

Mulder: I'm not sure it works that way. I think maybe the darkness finds you and me.

Scully: I know it does.

Mulder: But let it try.