05x09 - Schizogeny

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Bobby?

Phil. I've had it with that kid, Patti.

I've already talked to him. Yeah, like he ever listens.

Did you hear me calling your name?

Get up! What are you doing?

You think I wake up and go to work every day so you can sit around on your ass?

What did I do? What'd you do?

You never do anything, that's the problem.

What kind of a loser are you gonna turn out to be?

Put your boots on.

And don't leave my tools out in the rain. Tools are for work. They cost money. fine, I'll put it away. After you've finished. Pick it up.

I'm not gonna let your mother watch you grow up to be some kind of a jerk. fine, I'll put it away... Phil.

No way. You'll finish the job.

Now.

Get away from me!

Get away from me now!

Bobby!

Bobby?

Where are you going? Come back here, Bobby!

I'm calling you! Can't you hear me?

Bobby!

Bobby, listen to me!

Don't run away from me! Come back here now!

Bobby!

Bobby!

Bobby!

Bobby?

Bobby!

Bobby?

Bobby!

No!

12 pounds, 9 ounces.

All that came out of his stomach?

Most of it. The small amount in his lungs is what k*lled him.

Is it possible that he took the term "mud pie" literally?

Well, I'm sure if Mr Rich were alive, he would find some humour in that.

According to his police report, Mr Rich was a man who could tell a joke.

He grew up here, worked the same fields for 20 years.

Well-liked around town. Funny he should turn up m*rder*d.

Is that what you've concluded?

I've concluded that this man's head was held forcibly down in the mud just a little too long, most likely by his stepson, who was named in the report as Bobby Rich, age 16.

The coroner had to hire a backhoe to remove the body, which was buried completely in a standing vertical position.

There is some indication that his stepson dug the hole, and that a recent rainstorm may have turned it into a muddy trap.

Some rainstorm. They say it rained 400 inches a day.

Now, that sounds like an exaggeration. Shall I show you how he may have done it?

How a six-foot-four. 250—pound man was buried alive in less than five minutes by a 16-year-old kid whose classmates lovingly refer to as "dorkweed"?

He may have had an accomplice.

"Ich bin ein Auslander" - "I'm an outsider."

When Kennedy told the Germans "Ich bin ein Berliner”, he was actually saying "I am a cocktail sausage."

Who's Kennedy?

I'm not... I'm not here to accuse you of anything, Bobby.

What are you here for, then? I wanna hear your story.

I tried to help. I couldn't.

The police aren't convinced that that's the truth.

So what the hell am I supposed to do about it?

They want me to confess so they have someone to blame.

Right. But you're not making it very easy for them to believe otherwise.

You understand that?

What can I say?

Everybody knows I hated him.

They were real close when Bobby was little, always kidding around and stuff.

But Bobby got into that teenage stage and he don't wanna listen to nobody.

And it came to a head last night?

Phil was late coming home.

He'd been stressed out cos of the blight and stuff.

How do you mean? His nut trees all got a disease, and...

Bobby don't help things out with his attitude and stuff.

Did Phil instigate what happened?

It's hard to tell what starts these things.

Phil could be stern, just like his own father was to him.

But I never saw him raise his hand.

When I saw him lying in the mud, I half expected him to pull me in, like he had planned it or something.

Did he ever hurt you?

Phil used to get off shoving me around. Yeah, Did you ever shove him back? He's twice as big as me.

That's why people thought you dug the hole. Or att*cked him when he fell in.

Well, that's their problem, isn't it?

What was going through your head at the time?

I guess... I felt he had it coming.

He was kneeling over Phil. Struggling real hard and stuff.

Could you tell that he was definitely trying to help him?

It seemed that way to me.

There's a strong chance the police are going to arrest your son for m*rder.

I don't see how. But if they do, and if there's evidence of abuse you're not coming forward with, it could hurt his chances.

I know everything happens for a reason.

But I still don't see no reason for this.

They're all dying.

According to Bobby's mother, that's a big reason why her husband blew up.

His hazelnut orchard was hit with a blight. So he pounds the kid?

And the kid pounds back. Is that what she told you?

Not in so many words. She won't admit to any abuse in the house.

I suspect she's trying to move on, protect what family she's got left.

The kid says his stepfather teed off on him regularly.

Is that his excuse? No, his explanation. He says he's innocent.

What do you think?

I think he's a hard kid to love.

I'm still finding it hard to reconcile the facts with the physical evidence.

Even if he didn't dig the hole, the disease could have k*lled root systems, creating weakened soil.

Then how did the victim swallow 12 pounds of the stuff?

When you fight for air, a vacuum is created.

Maybe once he sucked down a mouthful of mud, it turned his oesophagus into a siphon.

And with his head pushed down, it filled all of his passages like a gas can.

Well... You asked me for answers. Those are the best ones I've got.

Did you ask if anybody else might be involved?

His mother says that Bobby can't make friends.

He's been in therapy for anger since 1995. That could be me.

What is it? Someone's watching us.

Sir?

Hello?

Who was it? I don't know. He's gone.

Lisa?

What are you doing here? I... I called you last night.

How come you didn't call me back? They're saying you k*lled him, Bobby.

I finally stood up to him.

Psycho! Think fast!

Just get away from me, OK? Or what? What are you gonna do, huh?

Well, maybe I'll k*ll you too, huh?

Psycho k*ller.

See? All you gotta do is stand up.

I'll see you later, then.

Karin Matthews?

Yes?

We're Agents Mulder and Scully, from the FBI.

I hope my directions were clear. I'm a little tucked away.

I first worked with Bobby after an incident at school.

He's had difficulty developing relationships, and this difficulty has caused him to act out.

In what way?

By putting on certain airs, affecting an attitude that has drawn the wrong kind of attention to himself.

I've seen him come here pretty beaten up. Physical v*olence?

More than just kids' stuff. Was his stepfather ever involved?

I'm not free to speak with perfect frankness.

If you know Bobby committed a crime, you're under legal obligation to tell us.

Bobby once spilt a glass of milk at dinner.

For the next two weeks, he was forced to eat in the cellar.

No table, no chair, no light.

Sometimes he was left down there until the following morning.

You see, there are all sorts of crimes, not just the ones you might find reason to investigate.

So you're saying Bobby would have good reason to k*ll his father?

I'm saying there are some crimes where there are only victims.

You're free not to answer, Miss Matthews, or you're free to make these vague allusions, but your evasiveness is only going to land this kid in jail for a long time.

I'm not sure I understand. You make it sound like a justification.

Like Bobby did it. And I don't think he did.

Hey. What are you doing?

Going home. Well, I, uh... I waited for you.

I thought, uh... I thought we were gonna talk, so...

You scared me today, Bobby. Why? Because I stood up for myself?

Or because I didn't let them b*at me up like usual?

I gotta go. You gotta stand up, Lisa.

You gotta tell your dad you're not gonna put up with this crap.

There is a way to make it go away... for ever.

What the hell business you got with him? Nothing. He's just a friend.

I don't want you seeing that kid. I don't want him coming around here.

Do you hear me? Stop it, OK?

I'm doing what's right for you. Just shut up!

The victim's name was Eugene Baiocchi.

40s. He was a foreman for one of the local growers. A single parent.

Did you look at the body? It had already been removed.

It's pretty clear what k*lled him. From what they've put together, they've concluded he was pushed out the window.

Pushed out?

His daughter Lisa made the 911 call at 8.08 p.m.

She says she and her father had a fight. About what?

Bobby.

Don't worry about anything, all right?

I'll be here for you as much as possible.

But they're going to ask you some questions, and... the most important thing is that you feel comfortable.

If you don't feel comfortable answering, then I don't want you to answer them. OK?

Can I have a moment? With Lisa?

Was Lisa another of your clients?

Lisa? Yeah.

Yes, for four years.

What were you treating her for? An eating disorder.

Have you asked her what happened?

Isn't that your job?

We gather that she had a fight with her father, over Bobby Rich.

It doesn't surprise me. Lisa's father was very disapproving of her generally.

Which stemmed to a lot of her problems. Had you counseled her father?

No, my approach is with the victims solely, to allow them to empower themselves.

In what ways? By breaking the cycle of abuse.

By owning it, by confronting it, and by standing up against it.

It seems to be working.

When I told Lisa her aunt was coming to pick her up tomorrow, she started to cry.

It wasn't out of sorrow.

Guess who followed Lisa home last night and was sitting out front in his father's truck just minutes before this happened?

Does she think Bobby did it? She thinks he's quite capable.

I think we're all quite capable. He also threatened to k*ll a boy in school yesterday.

Come here. If Lisa's father was pushed out, then all the glass would be on the outside.

Look. There's glass on the inside.

The paint on the mullions is cracked on the outside, not on the inside here.

I don't understand. It seems some facts have been assumed.

It looks like Lisa's father was pulled out the window, not pushed.

How? That I don't know.

Well, there's nowhere to stand. Even if he did use a ladder, there'd be no leverage.

Especially for a scrawny 16-year-old. That's my point exactly.

Sodium hydroxide and hydrochloric acid.

All right, class. There will be a quiz on this tomorrow.

May I help you? I'm sorry to interrupt.

I need to ask you to come with us, please.

What for? To answer some questions.

About what?

I don't want to have to embarrass you in front of your class.

Well, I ain't embarrassed.

I'm fairly certain this man d*ed from a broken neck.

But there was a substantial amount of blood loss.

Yes, but the cuts all missed the artery.

I have x-rays if you don't believe me. It's the fourth and fifth vertebrae.

Have you determined if the neck injury was caused by the fall?

Well, what else would it have been?

Have you seen this? What do you make of this here?

Oh.

All right. Are you satisfied?

No. I'm not.

Scully?

What is that?

Evidence.

Of what?

Are you just trying to scare him? I think he's scared enough as it is.

Of what?

I'll help getting the rest of your things packed.

But I think it's best that you go to your aunt's as soon as possible.

When did she say she was coming? first thing in the morning.

Feel it. It's OK.

Come on.

You never learn. I'm sorry. Please, just don't yell.

What'll you ever amount to? Stop it. Stop it!

Where are you going? Up to my room.

You're mining my life. Do you hear me?

I wish you’d never been born.

What are you looking for?

That splinter came from Mr Baiocchi's neck, but not from the window.

Where did it come from? It's green wood, fresh from a living tree.

What? Excuse me.

It's been a few years.

You think that Bobby climbed this tree to pull Lisa's father out of that window?

Kind of begs the question, doesn't it?

Hey, Scully, is this demonstration of boyish agility turning you on at all?

Who are you? I take care of the trees.

Scully?

I didn't expect you to be standing right there behind me.

You were watching us the other day in the orchard.

The trees are dying.

Scully?

Maybe you should come down here, Mulder.

Do you know what kind of tree this came from?

Same as this tree.

You, uh... you said these trees were dying. This splinter‘s live wood.

20 years ago this happens.

What causes this?

A very bad man.

The little snoop. She's just like you. Where is she?

We'd like to ask you a few questions. About what?

Your father's death. We need to clarify a few details.

My father? He d*ed 20 years ago. Under rather curious circumstances.

His body was pulled from the mud of an orchard.

I'm sorry, I was just a young girl.

Why do you want to talk to me? We just thought it was strange that you didn't mention it. Well, I don't see that it matters.

We spoke to someone who thinks it does, who worked for your father.

According to the orchard man, your father's death ended a blight affecting the trees.

My father was a powerful man, and powerful men are prone to inspire this kind of fantasy.

Don't tell me you've been taken in by it. Is Lisa still staying with you?

No, she's not. She's gone to her aunt's.

Look, I'm sorry I can't help.

Help me! I'm down here! Help!

Lisa?

Lisa!

Karin?

Karin!

Karin!

Karin? Lisa, you've got to be quiet.

Quiet as a mouse, or he's going to hear you.

Karin. I'm scared. Let me out, please.

I will - but not until it's safe.

Karin!

Karin, I don't wanna stay down here. Please, let me out!

Karin!

Mulder, whatever you're hoping to find here, without a court order, it won't be admissible.

I'm not expecting it to be.

Mulder? Where's the body?

Yes? I'm Linda Baiocchi.

Lisa's aunt.

Are you Karin? Yes.

Is Lisa here? No, she went...

She’s gone to the bus station.

She has? But it was all arranged.

I don't know what to tell you. There must've been a misunderstanding.

Help me! I'm down here!

Don't leave! I'm down here!

Aunt Linda, I'm down here! What are you doing down there?

Just get me out! Please? OK. It'll be OK. I'm gonna call the police.

Mulder, you still haven't answered my question.

What happened to Karin's father? Why would anybody steal his body?

It don't think it was an act of grave robbing. No, that's what we were doing.

More like an act of nature.

What do you mean?

The orchard man said that the blight that plagues this town was caused by a man, implying a connection.

I'm a little afraid to ask what kind of connection.

Between the people of this valley and their livelihood, the trees.

Look at the victims.

Bobby's father, Lisa's father. And Karin's, 20 years ago.

All men who worked in these orchards, their lives and deaths tied to these trees.

We removed a sliver of green wood from Lisa's fathers neck.

And the bruise on Bobby's father's ankle could have been caused by the root system that pulled Karin's father from his grave.

There's a connection between these deaths, one that provides a clear motive and intent.

These were abused children. Who couldn't defend themselves.

What, so nature did it for them?

Something did it for them - or someone controlling nature.

Karin said she was counseling Bobby and Lisa to empower them.

I think we should talk to them. I called Lisa at her aunt's 20 minutes ago.

There was no answer.

Then we should talk to Bobby. We've already questioned him twice.

Maybe we haven't asked him the right question.

I don't know what you're talking about. Yes, you do.

Maybe you hated your stepfather, but you didn't k*ll him.

You don't have it in you.

That's good.

That's really good. Can I go now? No.

You can't go until you tell me the truth.

For the first time in your life people are taking you seriously.

And I think they should take you seriously. I think you're a serious kid.

You're not an outsider any more, huh?

Yeah, I'm thinking about running for ASB president.

So why don't you just give it up? Why don't you?

Why don't you tell me what happened that night?

You took the shovel to him, but you couldn't do it.

You ran to the orchard, but not because you dug a hole or laid a trap.

Because you were afraid.

Not of Phil.

Phil never hit you or hurt you in that way. In fact, I think you wanted to help Phil.

You wanted to save him. You didn't want Phil to die, did you?

What were you afraid of, Bobby?

I couldn't do it. Couldn't do what?

I couldn't stand up to him.

But she made me.

She who?

Karin.

Karin. She made me, urn...

You're a loser! Understand me?

I wish you would have never been born! You're ruining my life!

Karin made you what?

She made me say those things.

She had me pretend that I was him. That I was Phil.

She made you believe you were a victim. But you weren't, were you?

She said I have the power to make it all go away.

But I didn't mean for him to die.

You think you can hide down there?

You think you're safe?

You'll wish you were dead.

Karin?

Scully, take a look at this.

Mulder.

Talk about puttin' down roots.

What the hell is going on here?

I think we're looking at Karin's father. But how did he get here?

The same way Bobby's father got pulled down in that mud.

Mulder... This has to do with Karin's own abuse.

Bobby was never locked in the cellar. It was Karin.

Karin caused all this. You think Karin's the k*ller?

I think she's the k*ller and the victim.

Lisa!

Where's Karin? I don't know.

You're gonna be OK. You stay with her, Scully.

I need to see Bobby. Bobby's not here.

He's in danger! Get away from here, please.

Bobby! He's not here!

Where is he?!

Bobby! Bobby!

Bobby!

Bobby!

Stay away from me!

I'm warning you!

You're pathetic.

You little piece of garbage.

Karin, stop! You stay away from him!

Stand up to him! Karin deserves what she gets.

Make him stop, Karin!

Tell him what you should have told him 20 years ago! You won't take it any more!

Karin's dead.

It's done now.

No more.

The authorities made a detailed examination of the soil and roots in the Rich family orchard, but could not explain what pulled Karin Matthews’ body into the Michigan mud.

Nor could they determine how the body of her father was pulled from its grave into her root cellar three years earlier.

Forensic data is inconclusive, but I believe the explanation lies in hospital records from Karin's childhood, which suggest she herself was a victim of abuse.

Rage, unconfronted, takes its own path.

I believe Karin's unconfronted rage forced her to face her buried father.

This same rage made her imagine victims in the children around her, trying to instill in them the strength she never found in herself What happened to Karin in the orchard that night was a release.

Release for a victim who, unable to face up to her own past, was finally consumed by it.

I made this!