03x24 - Talitha Cumi

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"We've given your grievances a lot of consideration."

"No. Don't think you're not expendable."

He never once said I was doing a good job.

All my hard work...

Nobody ever stuck up for me.

They were all treated special.

Nobody moves!

Everybody stays!

Shut up! I said shut up!

Now, listen to me, everyone. Listen to me.

OK, the children can go. Everybody else... Nobody moves.

We need the police, quick. I said nobody else moves.

Please don't harm anyone.

Get away. I'll sh**t.

You're frightening these people. I'll do it. Hey! I will do it.

They've done nothing to you.

Oh, you don't know.

Give me the g*n.

I am not a loser. No, you're not.

They made me do it.

They made me.

But you're not going to do it.

You're gonna show them.

You're gonna show them.

No!

I'm gonna die. Nobody's going to die.

All right, folks, clear.

Move back. Move back now.

Where are the wounded? FBI. Where are the people who were sh*t?

Everybody's inside. But you aren't gonna find any wounded.

You the first medic on the scene? What happened?

It doesn't make sense. We got a call that there'd been a sh**ting. One man down.

But when we got here, there wasn't a damn thing to do.

I'm Agent Scully. I wanna talk to somebody who can tell me what happened.

I can say what I saw.

But I don't think there's a man here who can tell you what happened.

What did you see? Maybe you should talk to this man.

He was one of the ones sh*t.

You were sh*t? Right here. Right in the stomach.

I felt the b*llet enter me, and the next thing I remember was being on the floor.

My legs and arms were numb and I could taste blood in my throat.

Then I see the man's face. What man?

It was the same guy who tried to talk the g*n guy out of hurting anyone.

What did he do? He touched me.

And he said I was gonna be OK.

And then, all of a sudden, I could feel my legs and arms again.

Who are you? My name is Fox Mulder. I'm an FBI agent.

I understand you've been read your rights.

Will you talk to me, Mr Muntz? Can you tell me what happened?

God... spared my life today.

He took pity on my soul and he washed away my sins.

How do you mean?

He reached down and he healed me with his hand.

With the palm of his hand.

Who did? A man.

A holy man.

All I can think is... it must have been the good Lord himself.

Did you talk to him? Who?

The sh**t described a man who healed him with the palm of his hand.

He's gone. They let him leave the scene?

He was in custody and they were talking to him and then, somehow, he just disappeared.

He just vanished? Without a trace.

It struck me as I was sitting here.

What?

Everything changes but the sea.

What do you want from me? I thought we might at least reminisce.

I have nothing to say to you.

Really?

We used to have so much to say to each other.

So many good times at the Mulders' summer place.

Your kids, young and energetic.

I remember water-skiing down there with Bill.

He was a good water-skier, your husband.

Not as good as I was, but then...

..that could be said about so many things.

Couldn't it?

I've repressed it all.

Well...

I find that hard to believe.

Particularly since I've come here today to ask you to remember something.

Something I'm gonna have to ask you to try very hard to recollect.

He gave his name as Jeremiah Smith of Suitland, Virginia.

He gave a PO box that's a phoney. And he had no driver's licence.

All the cars have been accounted for?

Yeah. He must have walked from somewhere nearby.

We've got a canvass up. You talked to him?

Yeah. Damnedest thing. And I swear this is how it happened.

I look down at my notebook to write something. I look up.

The guy's not standing there any more. It was like he just disappeared.

Thank you.

Mulder.

Agent Mulder, this is Assistant Director Skinner's office. Please hold for a second.

Agent Mulder? I just received a call here that might cause you some alarm.

What is it?

Your mother's been admitted to a hospital, in serious condition, in a town called Quono...

Quonochontaug? I'm on my way.

The nurse said she had a stroke.

They don't yet know the nature or severity of it, but the doctor's on his way down.

She's cold.

Mulder, I don't wanna jump to conclusions. I don't want you to think the worst.

People recover from these situations all of the time.

Mom...

She hasn't been able to speak. She's been in and out of consciousness.

How did she get here? A 911 call came in.

The paramedics from Shelter Harbor found her on the floor of the house.

Mom...

Hi. It's OK.

Everything's gonna be OK.

What is it? What do you want? I think she wants something to write on.

"Palm"?

She's had what's called a subarachnoid haemorrhage.

But they're very hopeful because the circulation was restored so quickly.

She's gonna be under constant supervision and the best care in the hospital.

It could be a lot worse.

Thanks.

Are you OK?

Yeah. I'm, um...

I can't help thinking there's a correlation. Correlation?

A connection to the sh**t at the fast-food restaurant.

I'm sorry, I don't understand. My mother wrote the word "palm".

That's what the man who healed the victims, that's what he used - the palm of his hand.

You think it's a leap? Mulder, there's no deep mystery here.

Your mother is at the right age for something like this to happen.

But why the word "palm"? There could be several reasons.

But, to be honest, I don't think it means anything.

Her brain and her thought processes have been radically changed by what's happened.

It could very well have affected her center of speech, her language.

But you can't explain it exactly.

Nor can it be explained how the wounded were healed...

..or how the man who healed them just vanished into thin air, can it?

I'm sure it can. And will be.

I'm gonna drive you to the nearest motel. It's been a very long day.

I wanna go back to DC.

To do what? I wanna find out who this miracle man is.

This is everything sh*t by the first news crew on the scene.

Outtakes and unedited footage. Did they get any tape of the man?

Yeah. It's supposed to be at about 8.22.

There. That must be him.

What happened there? Yeah, he's gone. Where did he go?

You see that? Yeah.

It's like he's gone, but there's... somebody else in his place, wearing the same clothes.

Could that be another detective? Why don't you find out?

Where are you going?

If I told you, you'd never let me go.

Mulder, you haven't slept in almost 24 hours.

Call me if you find anything.

He was here with her.

What? With your mother.

The cancer man. What are you talking about?

Maybe I can bring you up to speed, Agent Mulder.

Did you take these? They had quite an argument.

As you might gather from the snapshots.

You seem surprised. Surely you were aware they knew each other?

Or what brought them here together? I don't know.

Did he hurt her? No. No, she collapsed after he left.

I dare say if I hadn't been here to make the call, she might not have survived.

What did they argue about? I don't know. I kept a discreet distance.

You had some idea, or you wouldn't have been here.

He wants something from her.

Something she may have kept in this house.

Unless you know another reason they would have chosen to meet here.

The day my parents divorced, she vowed never to set foot in the summer house again.

I know my mother. She kept her word.

It could be something very old.

Certainly something very important. I have no idea what that could be.

No idea at all? No.

Sir? Excuse me. Yes?

Are you Jeremiah Smith? Yes. I'm afraid there's been some mistake.

I saw my photo on the news saying I fled a crime scene.

I'm here to turn myself in.

Would you come with me, sir?

From the moment I stepped out and asked the man to put down his g*n, it seemed like...

..a dream.

As if I was out of my body.

There were reports, somewhat fantastic reports, about what happened next.

I know. I saw the news reports.

I'll have to say that I don't remember any of it. Nothing.

You gave me a wrong address. You left the crime scene during the interview.

I don't remember that. I'm sorry. What do you remember, Mr Smith?

I remember showing up for work the next day, being at my desk.

That's my first recollection.

At the Social Security Administration?

I'm not sure what I've done wrong.

You haven't done anything wrong, sir.

May I go?

Yes. But until this matter is resolved completely,...

..I'd ask that you notify us if you'll be out of town for any reason.

Agent Scully?

This becomes a responsibility.

A thing I'm now called upon to put right and put down.

Certainly you expected nothing less. I'm not ashamed of my actions.

Ashamed? You're not allowed the luxury of human weakness and penitence,...

..not allowed to put your indulgences ahead of the greater purpose.

I no longer believe in the greater purpose.

Then your fate is just. My justice is not for you to mete out.

You may have reason. You have no right.

You have no means, either. You presume to dictate duty to me?

Have you any idea what the cost of your actions is? What their effect might be?

Who are you to give them hope?

What do you give them? We give them happiness.

And they give us authority.

The authority to take away their freedom under the guise of democracy.

Men can never be free because they're weak,...

..corrupt, worthless and restless.

The people believe in authority.

They've grown tired of waiting for miracle and mystery.

Science is their religion.

No greater explanation exists for them.

They must never believe any differently if the project is to go toward.

At what cost to them?

The question's irrelevant, and the outcome inevitable.

The date is set.

At what cost to them for your own selfish benefit?

How many must die at your hand to preserve your stake in the project?

I'm not impressed by your miracles or moved by your trickery.

Your justice will be meted out.

By whom this time? And by what tool?

By those who possess the tool of your destruction.

Hold his calls.

I want his name. I wanna know everything about him.

I want the smoking man smoked out. I want him exposed as a murdering son of a bitch.

What? Where have you been?

Our summer house. He's the reason for what happened to my mother.

Where'd you get these?

All that matters is that he's called to answer.

I want his name! You know how to get it! These men don't have names!

Then you tell me how to find him.

There was a time when I might have been able to tell you, but that time has passed.

He knows about the man from the restaurant sh**ting.

What are you talking about? He's tryin' to k*ll him.

He came in yesterday.

He turned himself in. What?

He gave a statement. Where is he now?

He works for the Social Security Administration.

Jeremiah Smith?

Mr Smith? Hello.

I'm with the FBI. I'd like you to come with me.

For what? I told you everything I know.

I thought they said you'd call if there was anything.

I'm sure you don't wanna cause a scene at work.

No, of course not. I'll come along.

Can you tell me where you're taking me? We'll have plenty of time to talk, sir.

You see him? No, I lost him.

It's only a matter of time now.

You put me in a cage within a cage.

Why are you so afraid of me? I'm not.

Yes, you are. You live in fear. That's your whole life.

You don't know anything about me. I know everything about you.

You think the miracles I perform are the extent of my power.

You think you're God.

You're a drone. A cataloguer. Chattel.

What you're afraid of is... they'll believe I am God.

That doesn't matter. Most of them have ceased to believe in God.

Why?

God presents them with no miracles to earn their faith.

You think when man ceases to believe in miracles, he rejects God?

Of course. You rule over them in God's name.

They don't believe in him, but they still fear him.

They're afraid not to, because they're afraid of freedom.

And you give them happiness.

We appease their conscience.

Anyone who can appease a man's conscience can take his freedom away from him.

And if you can't appease their conscience, you k*ll them.

But you can't k*ll them all.

You can't k*ll their love, which is what makes them who they are.

Makes them better than us. Better than you.

You talk! I'm not one of you.

No.

All you want is to be a part of it,...

..is to be one of the commandants when the process begins.

But you are wrong.

Oh.

Am I? Yes.

You are dying of lung cancer.

It's a lie. You think it's a lie?

You wanna save your life.

And you?

We had been hopeful, but there was substantial blood loss during the stroke,...

..which has put a lot of pressure on the brain.

Will she regain consciousness? I know this is hard, but she may not.

I can be paged if you need me. Thank you.

Are you gonna smoke that or do you wanna smoke on this?

Are you giving me a choice?

I should sh**t you here, but they'd probably save you.

Do it. Do it, Agent Mulder.

Or maybe put a b*llet through your brain so you'll be bedridden like my mother!

How is she? What do you care?

I've known your mother since before you were born, Fox.

I don't care.

I'd gone to see her recently. Yeah.

And I know what you were looking for. I wasn't looking for anything.

It's what she was looking for, actually. She contacted me.

Liar! I had information, possibly.

On the whereabouts of your sister.

Where is she?

Where is she?

It seems the man who had the information has disappeared.

I have what you want. There's nothing I want, Agent Mulder.

Except to see how your mother's doing.

How is Mrs Mulder?

Do you have it?

Do you have it? Yes.

Give it to me. I can't do that.

It's of no value to you. And to you?

When the time comes, when the truth is finally determined, its value will soar.

Why? I think you know why, Agent Mulder.

It's a w*apon, isn't it?

Used to pierce the back of the neck.

It's the only way we can k*ll them.

A simple g*nsh*t won't do. Why do you want it?

They will k*ll you for it, Agent Mulder. That's a fact. They'll stop at nothing for it, nothing.

Even if they have to martyr you and risk turning your work into a crusade.

Let me get clear on something here.

What we're talking about is colonisation. The date is set, isn't it?

Give me the w*apon, Agent Mulder.

No.

You sh**t me and you'll never find it.

I oughta sh**t you anyway.

After everything I've given you.

I'm walking... away.

You're a dead man, Agent Mulder.

One way or the other.

Who is it? Jeremiah Smith.

Please let me in.

I want you to put your hands up where I can see them.

OK. I want you to keep your hands up. I'm gonna unlock the door.

I want you to count to five, come in, close the door and lock it behind you.

Keep your hands up, please.

I have important information for you, something your partner has been seeking.

It concerns an elaborate plan, a project, and his sister.

Why didn't you tell me before? I've never spoken to you before.

The man you spoke to was an impostor. He was sent here to k*ll me.

Who are you? I'll explain everything.

Yeah. Scully, it's me.

Where are you? I've been up with my mother. Listen...

Mulder, listen to me. There's somebody here you need to talk to.

Who? Jeremiah Smith.

Get out of your apartment. They're looking for him. I want you to meet me.

Where? Off the I-95. Bond Mill Road.

Scully!

Scully, move away from him. Come stand behind me.

I've come to you at great risk. I mean you no harm.

I have a complicated story to tell you. He knows about your sister.

How do I know you're for real? I was at that restaurant. I healed people.

Yes, but how? I can explain everything to you.

First I want you to come somewhere. I want you to come with me to see my mother.

He's here to k*ll me.

I made this!