05x16 - Mind's Eye

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Dispatch, this is unit 7.

Investigating disturbance at 214 Prospect Avenue. Over.

Jeez!

Police! Don't move.

Keep 'em in the air.

Cuff her, Jimmy.

Damn! She's got blood all over her.

Hey, Keith. Think you might wanna check this out.

I think she's blind.

The deceased is Paco Ordofiez, a.k.a. Little Monster.

Street dealer liked to use grade-school kids as couriers.

Out on bail for possession with intent. Two-time loser looking at life.

I have the same pair of pants.

Who exterminated him?

That's a subject of some debate.

The k*ller carved a C-shaped cut up through the right kidney.

Fatal blood loss came in under 30 seconds.

I'll assume the k*ller knew what he was doing and that C wasn't one of his initials.

Your assumptions are correct. Only the k*ller isn't a he.

Marty Glenn. 28.

We found her at the scene doin' a Formula 409.

Under normal circumstances, my department would have her dead to rights.

There's just one little snag. She's been blind since birth.

Before your heart goes out to her, check out her rap sheet.

Fraud, petty theft, aggravated as*ault.

Believe me, she's a real piece of work.

Her juvenile records are sealed, but Detective Pennock is sure that two were drug busts.

Possession, and possession with intent.

So you think that she caught Little Monster trying to snatch the pebble from her hand?

Nothing else makes sense. Including how a blind girl could get the drop on an ex-con and bleed him out with surgical precision.

Ms Glenn took a $60 cab ride alone, straight to the motel.

The cabbie instructed her to room ten. which she specified and then told him to get lost.

30 minutes later, dead heroin dealer.

All right. So you really believe that she did this. You just don't know how.

Well, I got a theory, if you wanna hear it.

I think she's got some kinda... sixth sense, let's her see in the dark.

Like a bat or something.

I got 48 hours to convince the DA, or wait till she kills somebody else.

How soon can I meet her?

Oh... it's you.

See what I mean? It's not magic, it's your crappy cologne.

Who's that with you?

Special Agent Mulder. And the lady?

Special Agent Scully. We'd like to ask you some questions, Marty.

You must be having trouble with your case, Detective.

fine. Suit yourself.

What are you staring at? An innocent woman.

I hope.

So. I'm all ears.

I'm curious why you've refused your right to an attorney.

Unless you're gonna charge me, I don't plan on needing one.

You could be charged right now, for the fact that you've given no compelling reason why you were in that motel room.

What were you doing there, Marty?

Putting mints on the pillows.

The cabbie has given a statement that you asked specifically for room ten, which puts you at the m*rder scene at the time of death.

Is that a crime? If you were involved in any way.

You mean like an eyewitness?

Did you intend to buy dr*gs from Paco Ordofiez?

Did you k*ll him? Hey, maybe it was just his time to go.

Other than the s*ab wound, did you check his cholesterol level?

How did you know there was just one s*ab wound?

Did I say that? Mm-hm.

I guessed.

You know what the problem is? You've got no m*rder w*apon.

And I bet that's driving Stinky back there crazy.

Isn't it, Stinky?

Why is he hiding? It's not like I can see him.

You know what I did with it, Detective? I fed it to my Seeing Eye dog.

I'm curious, Marty. Yeah? About what?

Why you were at the crime scene cleaning up, and doing such a piss-poor-job of it.

Why don't we just stop playing games here?

You don't know a feather duster from a duck's ass.

It's ridiculous. You're a blind woman, for God's sake.

So just tell us who did k*ll Paco Ordofiez and Agent Scully and I can go arrest him, and you can go home and work on your "angry young blind girl" comedy routine.

Or we can just stay here and entertain each other for the next 48 hours.

Go to hell.

See what I mean?

Put a Kn*fe in that hand... No.

All I see is a woman who's adapted to her impairment, admirably.

She's honed her senses around her blindness.

She's taunting you. No.

I think she wants us to think she's strong, independent. It's important to her.

She wants us to know she did it.

I don't think she did do it. Then why won't she help us?

It's been my experience that innocent people don't act like that, Agent Mulder.

She wouldn't explain being at the crime scene, and she avoided all discussion about the m*rder w*apon.

She knew there was only one s*ab wound. You caught that yourself.

Did you snake all the bathroom plumbing?

I turned that place upside down and inside out.

If we find the w*apon with her fingerprints on it, she's convicted.

Short of that, she's gonna walk.

Maybe I can get you to come out to the crime scene one last time.

OK. You go ahead. I wanna...

I wanna investigate something.

I'm going to ask you a series of questions. Respond only with a yes or no.

Do not judge the content of the questions. Simply answer truthfully.

Is your full name Martelle Frances Glenn? Yeah.

Are you a resident of the State of Delaware?

Let's cut the bull or I won't cooperate at all.

All right. Let's get to it.

I need to establish a baseline. I'm a resident of the State of Delaware.

Let's move on.

Is it your intent to lie during this examination?

I'm sure you'll tell me if it is.

Did you s*ab Paco Ordofiez, also known as Little Monster?

Nope.

Did you plan or arrange his m*rder?

No.

Have you ever met Paco Ordofiez? No.

Did you ever have occasion to see Paco Ordofiez, or know him in any other way?

Strike that. Have you ever had occasion to interact with Paco Ordofiez, or know him in any other way? No.

Were you present during his m*rder? No.

Why don't you just ask me yourself?

Did you see the m*rder?

Did you see the m*rder?

I don't see anything. Yes or no only, please.

Then the answer's no.

No blood trails leading out of the bathroom. Windows are painted shut.

As you can see, not a lot of places she could have stashed it.

Scully. She's lying.

About what? She knew Paco Ordofiez.

But I don't think she m*rder*d him. How do you know that she knew him?

I made her take a polygraph test. She passed on every question except one: did she see the m*rder?

Shall I remind you why polygraphs are inadmissible in court?

No, she cracked, Scully. She was lying, I'm sure of it.

Maybe she was, Mulder, but don't make me state the obvious. She didn't see anything.

Not with her eyes. Well, how else did she see?

Bat vision? I don't know.

Well, Mulder, when you figure it out, give me a call.

Detective Pennock?

Somebody, I need a phone.

I get to call a lawyer or somebody! I need a phone!

I got it!

You know, I'm sure the ACLU is going to be very interested in how you violated a blind woman's rights by eavesdropping on her private phone call.

Same to you.

Blarney Stone.

Um, let me see. A guy hitting on a redhead at the end of the bar?

I told you, stop it!

Yeah, we got somebody matching that description.

It's for you.

Yeah? Leave her alone.

Who is this? You just leave her alone.

I’m watching you.

Let me guess. Your k*ller is OJ Simpson.

They were found at the crime scene with blood on them.

We believe they were worn by Paco Ordofiez's k*ller.

You're good. We think they belong to you.

Well, they don't. How about you try one on for us?

And put my prints all over them? Your prints are already all over them.

Hold still.

Are you happy, Detective?

Looks to me like it fits.

Somewhere Marcia Clark weeps.

But you still haven't got a w*apon. Oh, it's just a matter of time.

But you haven't got time.

Hope you saw what just happened.

Even if the gloves do fit, you can still acquit.

I think it's arrogance. I think it's the same reason she took the polygraph test.

She knows that the prejudices are all in her favour.

I don't think it's that simple. Look at this.

She lives in poverty but she's never taken advantage of the disability benefits available.

It's poison to her.

The mere suggestion that she's anything other than a whole or complete person is offensive to her. It's not arrogance, it's pride.

So you think it was pride that made her ditch the bloody gloves?

Her prints were all over them. Why would she do that?

I have no idea. OK. So by your reasoning, the k*ller took off with the m*rder w*apon but not the gloves.

Leaving Marty to come in, go straight to the gloves and hide them in the one place nobody would think to find them.

I think that's the most accurate scenario available to us right now.

Wait a minute. Maybe it's much simpler than that.

What?

What if she's not really blind?

She hasn't applied for any disability benefits.

Maybe she knows she couldn't pass the medical screening.

You think she's faking it?

No. No, but possibly it's a conversion disorder or a form of blind sight.

A split consciousness whereby a person has some level of visual ability but they're not aware that they're actually seeing.

I mean, it's worth checking out.

Moving Little Monster's H ain't gonna be easy.

See, a lot of people respected him, you know?

You buying or not? If not, I can go to somebody else.

No, you can't. But I’m feeling magnanimous.

Swing by and maybe we can do some business.

Good.

Yeah, there's something I gotta look into first. When I'm done, I'll be in touch.

Eyes wide, please, Marty. Good.

Try not to move around too much.

Are you aware of any sensation at all? It's a miracle!

All right. Now we're going to introduce some optical stimuli. Try not to blink.

Just relax for a moment.

I'm not getting anything.

There isn't any activity in either the visual cortex or the superior colliculus.

There's no way she could fool the machine?

We're talking about involuntary responses.

I wasn't getting any reading.

Then what is that?

Where is she?

What is it. Marty?

What do you see?

Agents?

This is Daniel Costa, from the DA's office.

So, what did we find? I hear the girl can see with some limited ability.

No. According to her examiner, she's without sight or any kind of light sensitivity.

But she is our best and only suspect. You said we were making progress.

We are. I won't indict a blind girl on some prints.

She doesn't exactly fit the definition "blind girl".

Come on, either she is or she isn't. What are you talking about?

There is evidence of some neurological activity which caused her pupils to dilate.

From what? It indicates some reaction to stimuli, some kind of physical response to images in her mind's eye.

How does that make her the k*ller? I didn't say it did.

Kick her loose. Danny!

I got no case. Pennock. I don't believe this!

I'm not trying her, not without a m*rder w*apon. Kick her loose.

Wonderful. Thanks.

These better still be 205. No. I replaced them with 50s, since you're so damn sweet.

Wanna hear the latest? Yes.

Detective Pennock ran the gloves for blood typing and found two samples.

One type matching Marty Glenn's. There were no cuts or wounds on her.

I'm gonna hand-deliver them to the lab in Washington for a PCR to see if she's a match.

Look at her.

Do you really think she's capable?

I'll let you know as soon as I get the test back.

Let me go.

Who called me last night?

Who's watchin' me? What?

I don't know what you're talking about. You a cop?

You wearing a wire?

No, I'm not a cop!

I need to get to Spring Street! Which way is Spring Street, somebody? Answer me!

Four blocks to the left.

No, no! Argh!

Where? Here. There's an alley here.

OK. I'm fine. Thanks. Leave me alone.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, somebody.

Yeah?

I k*lled 'em.

I k*lled them both.

I read your confession.

Detective Pennock is typing it up as we speak for you to sign.

I'll sign it. You'll make him a very happy man.

Can't have everything. I'm puzzled by this sudden change of heart.

Please. Too much charity of heart and I wanna puke.

I just... Why k*ll them?

Paco Ordofiez, Susan Forester?

Did you even know that was her name?

Susan Forester. She was 30 years old, native of Wilmington.

She waitressed part time. She lived with her two cats...

Shut up.

Why are you doing this? I've given you people everything you want.

I like you. Marty.

I admire you. And I don't wanna see you confess to crimes you didn't commit.

You just feel sorry for me. No, I don't. Not the way you think I do.

Read the confession. I got it all perfect, every detail.

How could I do that if I'm innocent?

I believe you witnessed both murders.

You saw them somehow, but you were way across town. You were a $60 cab ride away.

You're crazy. I think you tried to stop them.

You tried to but you didn't get there in time.

I don't have to talk to you any more.

Marty, whoever did this, they're gonna k*ll again.

And you can help stop that.

I can't stop anything.

I don't have to talk to you any more, period. Officer, we're done!

Who's worth pleading guilty for, Marty? Officer, we're done!

You didn't do it.

And I'm not gonna let this happen.

Do you hear me?

Marty?

Sorry, man. Deal’s off.

What do you mean, "Deal's off“? You can't back out.

I do what I got to do to stay on the down low, and you shining too much light on me.

What are you talkin' about?

Somebody's gunnin' for you, man, and I ain't gettin' in the middle of it.

Who? Who's gunnin' for me?

Some old girlfriend of yours called last night and told me I should steer clear.

She called you? Yeah. Said she was passin' the word.

Listen to me. Listen. Man, she's nobody. She knows nothin'.

Yeah, right. You and me, man, we're still cool.

Trust me.

Well, if she don't know anything, how'd she get this number?

Listen to me. I got nowhere else to take this stuff.

That's not my problem. Just don't you call here again.

Well, I appreciate your help here, such as it was, but I'd say we're doing all right. She just signed her confession.

Congratulations. I don't feel as good as you might think.

All you got is a signature. No lawyer will let her go down based on that.

I'm aware of that.

Doesn't it bother you that you still have no clear motive?

Well, she just now gave us that.

dr*gs. Just like I thought.

She even told us where to find them.

I'd say this is gonna make it a pretty short trial.

If you think about it, it proves nothing.

There it is, like she said. Like she described.

You know, the thing I find most surprising about this case is you.

You are one sceptical guy. Sceptical?

Oh, yeah.

I've been called a lot of things. "Sceptical" is not one.

Oh, whatever.

Sceptical Mulder, I've got the PCR results on the two blood types from the gloves.

Neither was Marty's. You were right. She didn't do it.

You and I know that and so does whoever Marty's protecting, but Pennock is salivating.

What we have to do is convince Marty.

I got an idea. I'll get back to you.

What do you want now?

I know who you're protecting, Marty.

And I think I know why.

You're protecting the man who m*rder*d your mother.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I read the original police report from 1970.

Your mother d*ed from a single s*ab wound to the right kidney.

As did Paco Ordofiez and Susan Forester.

Dead at the hands of an unknown assailant.

I never knew my mother. No.

I know. But for once, you were there when it happened.

She was pregnant with you at the time.

She d*ed on the operating table as doctors were trying to save her.

You were born... just barely.

But the interruption in blood flow you suffered most likely caused your blindness.

What does that have to do with anything?

I think that during that time...

as you lost one sense, you gained another.

That somehow... a connection was formed between you and your mother's k*ller.

What connection? You see through his eyes.

You always have. You don't want to, you just do. and because of that, you feel responsible for his actions, but you're not.

And you sitting here in prison for crimes you didn't commit, it isn't going to accomplish anything, Marty.

Excuse me, Agent Mulder.

She’s being transferred now.

There's no point to you doing this. We're gonna find him with or without your help.

I'm sorry.

Hi, Marty.

What's going on?

Detective Pennock is with the warden, arranging for your release.

What?

Charges against you are being dropped. You're no longer a suspect in this case.

How can they do that? I confessed. Confession is worthless if it's a lie.

And yours was a lie.

What have you been telling them? Just that you're innocent.

Which they would have found out on their own. The locker you sent us to?

It had prints on it, but they weren't yours.

I was careful. Well, somebody else wasn't so careful.

Charles Wesley Gotts, ex-con.

Convicted in 1970 of aggravated as*ault.

Paroled three weeks ago. He's been missing ever since.

Never heard of him.

I happen to believe that, Marty.

A PCR test confirmed that it was his blood on the glove.

The test confirmed something else, Marty.

He's your father.

That was the connection.

OK. We're all set.

That is, if everything's taken care of on this end.

What's he talkin' about?

Detective Pennock has agreed to not pursue aiding and abetting charges if you agree to help us.

If you agree to help us find him.

We need your help, Marty.

You can end it now.

I can end this.

I'm sure that's what you've always wanted.

I never wanted to spend my life in a place like this.

I had no choice.

If I help you, will you protect me until he's caught?

I will personally guarantee your safety.

Take me home.

Moving into position at the back exit All right. Stand by. Copy that.

Just in time for the surprise party. She said he'd be in there?

Yes, she described this place down to the matchbooks.

What made her decide to cooperate? She wants to stop him.

All of a sudden? If she's anxious to stop him, why didn't she tell us his name?

She didn't know his name. He's been in prison her entire life.

Yet according to you, she's been seeing through his eyes.

She wasn't sure what she was seeing.

It was more like a constant image in her mind that she learned to live with over time.

Up until three weeks ago.

When the murders started. He was paroled and everything changed.

Well, if all this is true, let's go get him.

Mulder?

Everything's changed for her, Scully.

I don't think we're gonna find him in there.

Need some help? No.

Should've known.

Now, you don't have to pack everything you own.

I promise you, you're not gonna be in protective custody that long.

It's too late for that anyway. Why is that?

Gotts is already here.

What are you talkin' about?

He's been keeping tabs on you for about a day.

Now he knows where I live.

He's reading the mailboxes right now. What? How could you...

How did you know he wouldn't be in there? She misdirected us on purpose.

She's still protecting him? No. She never was.

Pennock's not picking up. What do you mean?

It's not him she's protecting. If he goes back to prison, so does she.

Until now, she's never had a choice.

I hate the way you see me.

Mulder.

She did this one.

Trust me.

Not much to look at, is it? At least, that's what they tell me.

You were at the sentencing, Agent Mulder.

Is it my cologne? No. I just knew you'd be there.

Let me speak to the judge on your behalf. No.

We found where he'd been staying. A motel near where Paco Ordofiez was m*rder*d.

And before that, Atlantic City.

I'd never seen the ocean before.

And now when I close my eyes, or even when I open them, that's all I see.

Well, you're lucky he wasn't a fan of the Ice Capades.

Lights out.