If there are no further motions,
the Superior Court of the state of Pennsylvania declares case number BD-237 closed.
That's why I suggested you file the joint summary with a joint petition because...
Thank you.
My pleasure.
Oh. All right.
Okay. Okay. Sure.
Excuse me.
No way.
Here.
Thanks.
And these unknown craft? Where were the majority sighted?
On route home, me, others,
walk on the minefield by base.
Long black car drive up,
no door handle, no window.
No persons drive. We run.
Mines, explosion,
but... no sound.
Nothin'.
Silent.
You said others. Are any of them with you in America?
Yes. Three of us...
Can you verify...
Difficult. K.G.B. still have much power.
Yes.
We are each mentioned...
Hello?
Hello. Mrs. Denunzio, hi.
This is Ed Jerse over at Fuller and Siegel. How are you this morning?
- Yeah, Ed, the kids, you know. - I understand.
I just wanted to call and let you in on a stock...
that's going public next week.
It's so hard after the holidays.
Don't hit her with that! I mean it! I'm sorry. What?
A company in Tucson called Cryo-Cord...
has achieved an amazing advancement in the technology of cryogenics.
- Uh-hmm. - Stem cells from the blood of an umbilical cord...
may be transplanted in the treatment of many life-threatening diseases such as...
Loser.
Such as?
- What? - Diseases such as?
Before that. What did you say?
I didn't say nothing. You were talking.
The stock they bought is always going to come around.
- All right, then I just punch it up here? - Say it to my face.
Right to my face. Now that I'm in front of you, call me a loser to my face!
- Calm down. - Trash her desk!
Why don't you go home, Ed? We'll discuss this later.
I made a last-ditch effort to get out of it,
but the Bureau is holding fast to its federal employees vacation policy.
I haven't taken a day off in four years, so either I take a week vacation now,
or they start not paying me for eight weeks' vacation time.
I don't like it, but I got to do it.
I got to pay the rent. I got to eat.
Part of me can't help thinking this is just another way to get me out of here.
But it is only a week, and you'll be here to keep an eye on things for me, so...
Here's a few things for you to keep an eye on while I'm gone.
Why don't I have a desk?
What do you mean?
- I always assumed that that was your area. - Back there.
We'll have them send down another desk, and there won't be any room to move around here,
but we can put them close together, face-to-face.
Maybe we can play some Battleship.
What is it you want me to keep an eye on?
That contact we met last night at the wall,
who had the distinction of being present for a first.
That being you abandoning me during questioning.
In the future, I'll make sure that all those people being interviewed...
provide you with a multimedia laser show to keep your interest maintained.
In any case, his name is Vseulod Pudovkin.
He's a Russian immigrant with a doctorate in astronautical engineering.
He and other contacts worked at a military space center in the Republic of Karelia.
They smuggled out reverse engineered reports of two alien craft...
which crashed and were retrieved from the Sea of Barents.
And these reports are for sale?
At a high price, yeah.
Mm-hmm. Have you confirmed the identity of these individuals?
That's your assignment while I'm gone.
I want you to run an I.N.S. check and a Bureau N.C.I.C. check on these individuals,
all of whom now reside in the Little Russia section of Philadelphia.
I've also made arrangements for travel so you can administer eye-to-eye surveillance...
on their activities.
- I'm not going. - What do you mean?
Your contact, while interesting in the context of science fiction,
was, at least in my memory, recounting poorly veiled synopsis...
of an episode of Rocky and Bullwinkle.
"Eenie, meenie, chili beanie, the spirits are about to speak"?
Rocky and Bullwinkle are looking for an upsidasium mine.
Boris Badenov alters the road signs,
which causes them to walk onto a secret military base,
where they are picked up by a car with no windows and no door locks,
and there are silent explosions from a compound called Hushaboom.
So you're refusing an assignment based on the adventures of moose and squirrel?
Refusing an assignment? That makes it sound like you're my superior.
Do what you want. Don't go to Philadelphia.
But let me remind you I worked my ass off to get these files reopened.
You were just assigned. This work is my life.
And it's become mine.
- You don't want it to be? - This isn't about you.
Oh, maybe it is indirectly. I don't know.
I feel like I've lost sight of myself, Mulder.
It's hard to see, let alone find in the darkness of covert locations.
I wish I could say that we're going in circles, but we're not.
We're going in an endless line.
Two steps forwards and three steps back,
while my own life is... standing still.
Maybe it's good that we get away from each other for a while.
- Where will you be? - Ironically enough, it's personal.
It's a... place I always wanted to go,
what I anticipate to be a spiritual journey.
I hope to discover something about myself.
Maybe you should do the same.
Yes, Mrs. Shimatsuno.
Ma'am, what if I swore to you it would never happen again?
I just would like another chance.
I need another chance, Mrs. Shimatsuno.
Well, that stock I recommended... Virtual Gambling... is up.
Mm-hmm!
Mm-hmm.
Right.
I understand.
Thank you for your time.
Good-bye.
"Thank you for your time."
If you were any kind of man, you would have told her to kiss your ass.
But no. Another woman sticks it to ya.
Ain't that right, Eddie?
Hey! I can hear you down there!
Stop it! Knock it off! I can hear you!
Be quiet down there!
Stop it! Stop it!
Knock it off! I can hear you!
You hear that? It's you, Ed.
It's all about you!
Knock it off!
Shut up down there!
Good evening. My name is Hannah, and this is Spencer.
Have you ever imagined what it would be like...
Do you hear that?
Downstairs.
What I hear is the confusing and troubling sound of over...
She's trying to drive me crazy.
Oh. We just talked to Miss Schilling, and I don't believe she would...
Somehow... she knows what I'm thinking.
I don't want to feel it, but they know,
like psychics or something or an implant thing, trying to drive me crazy.
They've even programmed the TV to criticize me.
There. You hear it? There! There! There!
We'll come back some other time.
Mmm, mmm, mmm. You see?
Even the Jehovah Witness babe won't waste her time on you.
No woman would. And you just sit and take it.
Take it like a man.
Hey, what are you doing? Get out of here.
Get out of my apartment!
I'm going to call the cops! Now get out of here!
No! No, please! No! Get out!
Oh, God, help me! Please... please, no!
Atta boy, lover.
From now on, I'm your right-hand gal.
You and me.
As long as I'm with you, no one will ever hurt you.
Never again!
Oh, hey, Scully, it's me.
I'm just calling to see how you're doing.
Give me a call on my cell when you get a chance.
Just let me know where you're at.
Just watch yourself, all right?
That's not my problem.
You don't understand. You did good work.
Very nice. It's just like in the window.
- But... - So what? Why do you want to cover it?
Listen, friend, everyone gets tattoo they deserve.
What if you don't cover the whole thing?
- Just the eyes and the mouth. - Even if I say yes, it's too soon. Skin must heal.
- I'll pay you anything. - Miss? Miss?
You. You like this on his arm?
Wow. Uh...
Eddie?
The, uh... The color... The red on the lips... It's extraordinary.
Something I find in Soviet prison.
I tell him everyone gets tattoo they deserve.
Beautiful, cheap, thought over... I thought I was your girl.
Tattoo reflect on body what lies in person's soul.
- You'd break my heart over a cheap redhead? - Get them in prison?
Yes, used the sewing needle, paper clip.
You talk to her, and I'm gonna be bad!
Ink is burned shoe leather, charcoal shavings, urine.
I find grasses grow in prison yard, rye and such.
Only use now, on that tattoo.
Svo.
Pardon me.
- You look. - Mm-hmm. Thank you.
Mind some advice from a stranger?
Make sure you've thought it over before you get it done.
You didn't get the tattoo you deserve?
Mine was, uh, too impulsive.
Never say never? Yeah.
- Sometimes I wish I were that impulsive. - Careful what you wish for.
There's more fashionable places in the city.
How did you end up here?
I'm in town visiting my aunt in the neighborhood. How about you?
There's a real crummy bar across the street.
It's good for when you're feelin' down,
and I was kind of down last week, and, uh...
So it wasn't so much impulsive as it was hammered?
Have you, um, seen much of Philadelphia?
No.
There's a couple of really nice restaurants by the river, if you're interested.
I'd like that.
But, um, I, uh, I'm leaving tonight.
Ah. Uh, if you're ever in town again...
That's my home number. I work there mainly.
- Hello? - Scully?
- Mulder, what's wrong? - Nothing's wrong.
I'm at that special place, and I wanted to share it with you.
You know that Elvis bought all the furniture in just 30 minutes?
- How did you know where I was? - I checked where we always stay in Philadelphia.
I knew you wouldn't abandon me. How's the case going?
I've handed it over to the Philadelphia Bureau.
The Philadelphia Bureau? They don't know or care about the X-Files. What are you doing?
Mulder, there is no X-File.
Your contact is connected to the Vorovskoi Mir.
Extortion, credit fraud, cons. He is nothing but a swindler.
- How do you know? - What do you mean, how do I know?
You assigned me the background check. I did as told, as always.
Hold off until I get there, okay?
- You don't think I'm capable? - Of course I believe you're capable.
It's just that in this case I need you to...
It's not just in this case, Mulder.
What's the agent's name in Philadelphia?
It is over. Done. Pudovkin is out of our hands.
Look, Mulder, I have to go.
What, you got a date or something?
Y-You're kidding?
I have everything under control. I will talk to you later.
Isn't it better this way, baby?
Me and you alone?
Women are so petty, jealous, controlling.
That bitch today would have been just like all the others.
- Hello? - Um, hi. Ed Jerse, please.
- This is him. - It's Dana. We met today.
My flight was canceled because of this storm,
and I was just wondering if I could take you up on dinner.
I think it's worth fighting a little snow.
One thing, my... my car is in the shop.
- We'll have to meet. - I could pick you up.
- Give me an hour? - Good. Well, I'll see you then.
Go ahead. Treat yourself.
This girl is a real doll.
But beauty's only skin deep, baby.
I go all the way to the bone.
Miss Schilling?
- Huh. - She said she'd be here.
- I don't understand. - Miss Schilling?
- Hi. - Hi.
I'm, uh, early. The storm's not so bad.
It's supposed to get bad later tonight. Come on in.
I'll be ready in a second.
At least we can forego the "What a nice place you have "formalities.
Ed, I, uh...
I don't go out very much.
I think the last time I went on a date was to see Glengarry Glen Ross,
and the characters in the movie had a much better time.
Ed, you're bleeding.
Oh, uh, it's just the damn tattoo. Here.
I'm a doctor. Do you want me to take a look at it?
No, it's okay. It's been nothin' but trouble.
I hope you like this place. I made reservations.
Ed...
The, uh...
The crummy bar you told me about...
Take me there.
Hey!
So what makes this place a good place to go when you're feeling down?
It's kind of...
Everyone here looks like their problems are worse than mine.
Makes me feel good about myself.
Yeah, but you can't tell what's going on in somebody's head just by looking at them.
They're probably thinking we're the ones that are screwed up.
Are we?
Who knows? I mean, sometimes I, uh...
I've always gone around in this, uh...
this circle.
It usually starts when an authoritative...
or controlling figure comes into my life.
And part of me likes it, needs it,
wants the approval.
But then at a certain point,
along the way, I just, you know...
Okay, um...
My father was a navy captain.
I worshipped...
I worship the sea that he sailed on.
And when I was 13 or so, I went through this thing,
where I would sneak out of my parents' house...
and smoke my mother's cigarettes.
And I did it because I knew that if he found out, he would kill me.
And then along the way,
there are other fathers.
Sounds a little like your time has come around again.
I want things more like a straight line,
and I don't ever want to go backward.
That's why I got the tattoo I deserve.
It marked a moment,
a feeling,
a memorial of something I never want to have happen again.
I want to see it.
You know, Dana, just 'cause I marked the moment,
wanting to go forward, doesn't mean that it worked.
- I want to see it. - Come on. It's all scabbed up.
That's okay.
If you're so curious, get your own.
She wants the same red, like mine.
It's really bad out.
Look, the weather and a few drinks under your belt,
I'd feel better if you stayed here.
Hey. I'm not up to anything.
I just want you to be safe. I'll take the couch.
The tattoo hurt at all?
Yeah, um, it feels weird.
I, uh, I can't see it. I...
But I feel different. It's like, uh...
I don't know how I feel about that.
Yeah.
It looks all right.
Ed, you're bleeding again.
Will you let me take a look at it? I am a doctor.
He said this could happen.
Ed, it looks burned.
Get her hands off of me!
Those are bad thoughts you're having, baby.
You kiss her, and she's dead.
Adams Inn.
- Dana Scully, please. - Thank you. I'll ring.
I'm sorry, sir. There's no answer in that room.
Thank you.
Good morning. I'm Detective Gouveia. This is Detective Smith.
May we speak with Edward Jerse?
Uh, I'm sorry. He's not in. I don't know where he is.
- Were you here the night before last? - No.
Can I help you with something? I'm with the Bureau.
The resident downstairs, Kaye Schilling, was reported missing.
Some blood was found in her apartment, not hers.
It had some abnormalities.
Such as?
Look, I have a background in forensic medicine.
I assure you anything you divulge will be held under the strictest confidence.
A preliminary toxicology report found this substance in the blood stains.
The blood type was A, and hers was O.
May I?
Here's our card. We'd appreciate Mr. Jerse giving us a call when he returns.
And if he doesn't, we will.
Okay.
Federal Bureau of Investigation. - Yeah, Fox Mulder, please.
One moment.
Oh.
Good morning.
What's wrong?
Ed, sit down.
Some detectives were here.
The woman in the apartment downstairs was reported missing.
They found blood, and I believe, circumstantially, it may be yours.
I was helping her move in, and I cut myself.
You need to tell that to the detectives.
But what I'm also afraid of, and this concerns both of us,
is that an ergot alkaloid was found in the blood,
which is why I think it may have been yours.
Ergot is a parasite that lives off of rye and related grasses.
Svo said that he used rye somehow in his ink.
If this is true, we may be subject to hallucinogenic ergotism.
Aural, visual hallucinations,
dangerous and unlikely behavior.
We need to go to the hospital to be tested.
I don't need that, Dana.
It's such a relief to be able to tell someone.
I hear it, Dana,
in my head, only deeper.
It's more than just some chemical reaction.
She talks to me.
She hates women.
My wife, my boss, you.
She's so jealous, Dana.
She makes me do things I don't want to.
But she controls me.
But I believe that you made her go away.
We need to get help.
I'm gonna go into the other room,
and I'm gonna come back, and we are gonna go together.
Mmm-mmm? Who'd she call?
Who'd she call, Eddie?
Come on! Aren't you just dying to know?
Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Dana Scully, please. - Dana Scully, please.
One moment.
All right, let's go.
Never again!
Another woman in my bed? Burn the sheets, lover.
Burn her. Burn her!
Come on, baby. Come on, baby!
Do it for me.
Ow!
- This isn't you, Ed! - Go on, Eddie!
- Get control of yourself. - Ah, but it's good to lose control.
- Take control! - Do it for me, Eddie! Do it!
No!
Welcome back.
You look a lot better than you did in the hospital.
And congratulations for making a personal appearance in the X-Files for the second time.
It's a world record.
Ed Jerse is in custody at the St. John's Burn Center in Philadelphia.
Traces of ergot were found in his blood stream, as in yours,
but not to the degree that should cause hallucinogenic ergotism.
He'll undergo psychiatric evaluation after recovering from burn trauma.
Comrade Svo has been shut down...
and is under investigation for having connections to my friend Pudovkin.
Case closed on Boris Badenov, which is really a shame,
because I was thinking of having an N.Y. tattooed on my ass...
to commemorate the Yankees World Series victory.
Better late than never, huh?
The, uh...
field office in Dallas is, uh,
receiving reports of an image of a missing child...
appearing on a blank billboard outside of Arlington.
So...
All this because I...
because I didn't get you a desk?
Not everything is about you, Mulder.
This is my life.
Yes, but it's...