09x08 - Hellbound

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I always say there's three kinds of people in the world.

Them who make things happen, them who watch things happen, and them who wonderwhat happened.

I made things happen.

The wrong things.

I caused pain to anyone who came near me.

This tattoo, it used to be my badge of honour.

But I'm a different man since Ijoined group. A better man.

I never thought words like that would come out of my mouth.

It's all because of the help and the love that I found in this room.

You're new here. Is it Ed? Yeah, I'm new to this BS.

Why do you think it's BS?

Listen, man, I turned my life around. A lot of us here have.

Our kind of lives go one way.

And you can't change, any more than you can undo the crimes you've done.

Well, I feel sorry for you, man.

Don't feel sorry. You're going to hell just like I am, brother.

Why are you here. Ed?

I drove Victor. He knows I'm right.

Victor‘s been doin' good. Oh, yeah. Just look at him.

Victor, you wanna talk about it?

I've just been having bad dreams.

Really bad dreams.

What kind of dreams?

Oh... seeing people skinned alive.

It's a hard road. Victor.

It's a shock to the system, changing the way we think, taking charge of our lives.

We're all afraid, and that fear preys on us night and day, brother.

In our minds and in our dreams.

You ever get enough of that crap?

The "shock to the system" crap? This "fear preying on us night and day" crap?

Those boys are afraid of one thing: themselves, their true natures.

You know what I'm saying, Victor? Sorta.

What do you mean? Don't tell me that bull does you any good.

And don't tell me you feel any better about yourself coming here, that it makes these nightmares go away.

No... it don't.

Hey.

Thanks for coming. Sorry about the hour. Sounded like it couldn't wait.

No. I needed another set of eyes on it. I called Scully in, too.

It's a little late to be looking for a sitter. What's so pressing?

Victor Dale Potts.

Ex-con. Three-time loser. Career criminal.

He was m*rder*d five days ago. Scully's got the crime report.

I'm sorry, what am I missing? It's the way he was k*lled.

Agent Doggett.

Agent Scully.

I'd like him to see the body.

Damn!

I seen a bunch of these when I was a cop. It's a favourite of Pan-Asian gangs.

The difference is. Victor Potts had a premonition of his death.

And? That was my question.

What I'm saying is, this man was skinned alive just hours after describing it in detail.

Maybe somebody had threatened him.

He said it came in a dream, according to the woman who last spoke to him.

Who's that? Dr Lisa Holland.

She's a therapist who runs an anger management group for ex-oons.

A lifelong criminal's bound to have some bad enemies, people capable of this.

I mean, unless there's something here that I'm just not seeing.

From my visual exam, the skin was removed with considerable skill, by someone using a hunting-type Kn*fe.

Arteries and veins were left intact so as to prolong the period the victim would suffer.

Terrible way to die, for sure.

I know.

Is there anything else, Agent Reyes?

Something special that brought this case to your attention as a possible X-File?

No.

I just know I need to solve this, and I'd appreciate your help.

Are you Reyes? I'm Doggett. She's Reyes.

Detective Van Allen? That's right.

I appreciate your help on this. What help is that?

On this investigation. There isn't a lot to investigate.

Victor Potts wasn't one of the FBI's Ten Most Wanted.

I think she means your insight into the way he d*ed.

Don't have any.

But I'm sure you'd rather talk to somebody who actually gives a damn, right?

I hate to say it, but he probably sums up most people's feelings.

It's hard for the Victor Pottses of the world.

Nobody cares much about them in life or in death.

Victor told the group a story, about a dream he'd had.

These men are haunted by their pasts. That's why they're here.

But this dream came true.

Sometimes the past they want to escape won't let them.

There was a man - Ed. He drove Victor to group that night.

He was all over Victor's case.

You think he could have k*lled him?

I try to help these men.

Some have been violent, some still are. It's not my place to judge them.

Dr Holland, there'sjustioe to be served here.

You can't forget that.

I'm sure Agent Reyes won't let me.

Probably won't let anybody.

Thank you for your help.

She contacted you with this case?

I think the police would have given up on who m*rder*d Potts if it wasn't for her.

You know something, Agent Reyes?

You seem real familiarto me.

Excuse me?

You ever visited Novi before?

No, I never have.

You eyeballin' me? You got some kind of problem or somethin'?

Problem? Your friend is dead.

Yeah. I guess the good news is I get to move up the ladder here now.

You know how it happened.

Now, why don't you just back off?

The FBI wants to talk to me now because of the way he d*ed.

They wanna talk to you, too. I got nothin' to tell nobody.

You were messing with his head. I'd watch what you go sayin'.

Orwhat? You're gonna do me, too?

I got a ride to catch.

Yeah, that's right, walk away.

But, just like you said, you can't run from what you are.

Yeah?

And I'll see you in hell.

Here you go, Dr Scully.

Everything you ever wanted to know about skinning people but were afraid to ask.

This is every case of removal of the human dermis I could find within the last 12 years.

Most of these are postmortem skinnings. That's all I could find.

Most of it's Asian-g*ng related, like you mentioned.

Wait a minute. What's this?

I probably shouldn't have included that one. It's pretty much ancient history.

There's a pattern. The way the skin's been stripped off, it's identical.

How could it be? Did you notice the date?

1960.

Excuse me?

Dr Muehler?

Dr Bertram Muehler?

Yes?

My name is Dana Scully. I'm with the FBI.

I want to ask you some questions about a John Doe you did an autopsy on in 1960.

You honestly expect me to recall some case from way back when?

I'm 84 years old.

Sir, this particular victim was skinned alive.

In all my days, I never saw anything as inhuman as this.

Sir, I haven't located police records from the investigation.

Was there ever a suspect who was charged or arrested in this case as far as you know?

No suspects. No investigation, for that matter.

I don't understand.

The victim was a John Doe, a nobody.

Carl Hobart, the county sheriff, figured he was a drifter.

Hobart said he didn't want to stir up the community.

And no one called him on that?

I tried. The sheriff had other things on his mind, I suppose.

Why do you say that?

It wasn't long after that he put a b*llet through his head.

What are you thinking, Doctor?

This is some copycat m*rder, 40-odd years later?

If so, it's the most perfectly ex*cuted that I've ever seen.

And why copy an obscure m*rder that nobody's ever even heard of?

A string of murders.

I'm s orry?

I thought you knew. John Doe was only the first.

Hey. I'm workin' in here.

That you, Ed?

Come see what I got for ya.

Tell you what, you best clear the hell out, whoever you are!

Hey!

Oh God! Oh God, no! Let me go! Let me down!

Dr Holland?

Lisa?

Dr Holland?

Monica?

What the hell are you dreamin' about?

Nothing. It was a nightmare.

How did you know? To come in here?

I was on the phone. I could hear you through the wall, calling out.

Who were you on the phone to? Dr Lisa Holland.

That anger management group she runs, it's getting smaller.

I'm gonna need to see some identification.

It's OK, let 'em through. Go ahead, What happened to the lights? Somebody cut 'em.

You might wanna watch your step. We got some blood on the floor.

Not as much as you'd expect.

Oh, my God! Hey, you OK?

Monica?

Agent Reyes.

I got a call from Agent Doggett. He said there's another victim, Monica? You OK?

I'm just catching my breath. I've got something to show you.

Case files from crimes back in 1960.

What are they? More skinned bodies.

Cut with the same precision as the body I examined.

Can I see that light a second?

He's still alive. Somebody get in here and get him down!

We need a medic in here!

Can you hear me? Do you understand?

Who did this to you? Do you know who did this to you?

Are we goin' somewhere, baby? You're not. Get out.

Eddie? What did I just say?!

I'm not even dressed. What else is new?

Get out.

Why are you such a jerk?

Get her outta here.

FBI! Stop right there!

What part of "Stop right there" did you not understand?

So what? He'sjust waiting for his lawyer?

He's in a bad place. I've been there myself, sitting right where he is now, not thinking you have a chance.

You ever m*rder two men?

He's four years out of prison, holding down a job, showing up to work sober.

Why do it? k*ll a friend, then a co-worker?

You're the one that said he was a hothead. Why run if you're not guilty?

Bag packed to hit the road. Packed with knives, I don't think we're gonna find the m*rder w*apon on him.

What makes you say that? I think he's running from something else.

Iwanna talk to him.

Hi. My name is Monica.

I know what you're thinking. That I must be the good cop.

No such thing.

You didn't do it, did you?

Your friend Victor... he said he had bad dreams.

Seeing things.

I think you're seeing them now.

How would you know?

Maybe I see them, too.

Can I talk to you for a second?

You wanna explain to me what you're doing in there?

I'm trying to make a connection. Hell of a way to do it.

I can see this guy's defence already.

"Your Honour, lwas having bad dreams. Seeing things."

"Ask Agent Reyes. She's seeing 'em, too."

Something you're not telling me?

You two about finished?

With what?

The suspect. He's not our man.

What are you talking about? Girlfriend vouched for him.

Said they were getting hammered at the Bent Oak from six till closing.

Bartender confirms it.

I don't believe this.

I know where you live, partner.

You're always welcome at group.

Agent Reyes.

I need you to come to Quantico right away, Monica.

Why?

I have something to show you.

Agent Scully? Agent Reyes.

What are these? I showed you files of men k*lled in 1960.

Skinned alive. I had two bodies exhumed, looking for crossover forensic details.

Are there any? Yes.

There are cuts in the bone, on the tibias and on the shoulder girdles, that match the cutting patterns I found on Victor Potts - using the exact same Kn*fe, which left a signature pattern of grooves.

Same Kn*fe, same k*ller. That's what you're saying?

Well, it's even weirder than that.

I ran bios and backgrounds from the victims from 1960.

They were both ex-convicts? Mm-hm.

But look at the date that they d*ed.

March 8, 1960.

June 21,1960.

Birth dates... of Victor Potts and Terry Pruit.

Potts and Fruit were born on the exact same dates that the previous victims d*ed.

You knew that we'd find something like this, didn't you, Agent Reyes?

How?

John Doggett. Where are you?

Outside the suspects house, wondering where the surveillance is.

I need a birth date on him. Who?

The suspect, Ed Kelso. It's important. He may be in danger.

And he may be gone. I'll call ya.

Yeah. This is John Doggett. I need to speak with Detective Van Allen.

Yeah, I'll hang on. Just get him.

I'm still holding.

I said this house was supposed to be under 24-hourwatch.

The patrolman wasn't gone five minutes.

You see that man in there? You think it takes five minutes to do that to somebody?!

I don't know how long it takes, Agent Doggett.

I only know you said watch him so he don't run.

Agent Doggett.

I have something to tell you.

This thing with the birthdays is weird, no doubt about it.

Looks to me like we're dealing with a real sick puppy.

I don't think so.

Choosing your victims because of their birth dates - it's the definition of a serial k*ller, We should get the boys from Behavioural Science out.

No.

That's not what's happening here.

It's the only thing that makes sense. To you.

OK, what do you think it is?

He knew he was going to die.

He had a premonition of his death.

Just like the first victim did.

So how do you figure that?

I'm involved in this some way.

I have some kind of memory of it.

It's all happened before, and now it's happening again.

You mean that it's a copycat and you have some kind of recall.

These men... were born to die this way, the same way they d*ed before.

The same way they d*ed before?

Not the men, but their souls.

Their souls are m*rder*d over and over again from one lifetime to the next, by someone who won't let them rest.

Now, how's this happening, their souls coming back? Reincarnation?

It doesn't strike you that these men were all born on the dates of the previous victims' deaths?

Yeah, it strikes me.

It strikes me that the k*ller is clever.

A rag is stuffed in his mouth.

A dirty rag... black with soot.

Coal dust... from a coal mine.

How the hell did you know that?

I don't know.

What are we looking for? I don't know exactly.

But if the old files are correct, there's gonna be a fourth victim.

Looks like Housekeeping hasn't been here in a while.

You or me?

I'll check out the mine.

You shouldn't have come here.

I'm a federal agent. I'm armed.

Let go of the g*n now.

You can't stop it.

You never do.

You always fail.

It's your lot.

Agent Reyes?

Monica?

Agent Reyes!

Are you hurt? Talk to me.

He was here. Who?

Van Allen. He's who's k*lling these men.

Van Allen?

He was skinned himself, back in 1868, by four men in a mining dispute.

His K*llers were never punished.

Now he's born to keep avenging that injustice. Again and again.

Van Allen's the cop here. That's why these cases never get solved.

Every time, four murders. Every time, four bodies.

Then he takes his own life so he can just start it up all over again.

There's still a fourth victim and I think I know who it is.

Lisa Holland. Dr Holland, it's Monica Reyes.

You've seen the visions, like the others in your group. Visions of people skinned alive.

It's true, isn't it?

How did you know?

Where are you now? Just finishing a session.

Is there anybody with you?

No, they've all left. What's this about?

Get out of there. You're in danger. It's Detective Van Allen, he's coming after you.

Dr Holland?

Dr Holland?

Time's come!

You're the last.

No use running. It always ends the same.

Get the paramedics out here.

You... always fail.

You're not dying on me.

Not until you tell me what you mean!

Doc says it's gonna be touch and go tonight, that we should go home.

Go on, Monica. Go on home.

There's nothing you're gonna learn here now.

You still won't believe it, will you?

My connection to this man.

However you did it, however you knew what you know, what matters here is you saved a woman's life.

He's trying.

We all are.

It's just a long way to go from...

..this...

..to this.

Do you believe in second chances, Dana?

A chance to correct the mistakes we make in our lives?

You mean in a future life?

That's what these people were trying to do, all the victims... trying to atone for their sins, from what happened in that photo.

Only this man wouldn't let them.

And Lisa Holland? What about her?

She was one of them.

One of the men you see standing there.

And you?

Whoever I was, I failed.

In 1868, in 1909, in 1960 I failed.

I was always there but I couldn't stop the killings. And he knew that.

Just like he knows I'm here right now.

He feels me, the way I felt him when I saw that picture of the first victim.

And somehow he knows my deepest fear: that I'll fail.

Well, maybe in this life you succeed.

Maybe.

Ready, team?

Clear.

100 joules. Clear.

200 joules. Clear.

200 joules. Clear.

I made this!