There was blood everywhere.
Whoever killed her is a real psycho.
Murder weapon?
Seven stores in town carry strap razors.
Have somebody check him out.
What about the press?
Just the basics.
No mention of this sister thing to anybody.
Okay.
Ruben, I need your final report.
Call me as soon as...
Yeah, I'll talk to you.
Brian, I need a minute.
I'm working on a homicide investiga...
Come on.
You didn't show last night.
This what you wanted to talk about?
I made dinner.
It's not... What?!
Sorry. Coroner's on one.
Yeah, what do you got, Ruben?
Uh-huh.
Uh... hang on a second,
will you, Ruben?
This address, 10:00 tonight.
Where's this?
A motel?
It's a place we can talk.
Any cavities?
I brush after every meal.
Would you say they match?
Well, there's a filling
on the occlusal surface of the upper left bicuspid
here and here.
And he's congenitally missing
a lower left bicuspid here and here.
Yeah, I'd say they're definitely a match.
Who do they belong to?
Special Agent Sam Chaney.
That name sounds familiar.
Chaney's a legend.
40 years before the Bureau started
profiling violent criminals,
Chaney and his partner Tim Leadbetter
would work on their own time, investigating
what were then called "stranger killings,"
what are now called "serial murders."
They disappeared
while investigating three murders
in Aubrey, Missouri, in 1942.
Chaney's body wasn't found until two days ago
by a local detective, B.J. Morrow, a woman.
What's your interest in this case?
During their time, Chaney's and Leadbetter's ideas
weren't very well-received by their peers.
Using psychology to solve a crime
was something like, um...
Believing in the paranormal?
Exactly.
But there's another mystery.
- Which is? - Well, I'd like to know
why this policewoman would suddenly drive her car
into a field the size of Rhode Island,
and, for no rhyme or reason, dig up the bones of a man
who's been missing for 50 years.
I mean, unless there was a neon sign saying "dig here."
I guess that's why we're going to Aubrey.
Yes, and, also, I've always been intrigued
by women named B.J.
Detective Morrow,
exactly how did you discover the remains?
I witnessed a dog digging in the ground.
I proceeded to investigate and found the gravesite.
Well, the initial police report states
that you couldn't explain your actions at the time.
It was late.
I was a bit shocked by my discovery.
I'm afraid I didn't clearly articulate
exactly what happened from my initial report.
What were you doing in the woods at that hour?
My vehicle was experiencing engine failure.
You left your car...?
Oh. Over there, sir.
Would you say that's, uh, 400 or 500 yards?
Yes, sir.
So, from that distance,
you could see a dog digging in this field at night?
She was taking a shortcut through the woods
to reach a phone.
The path led her through the field.
The report says she phoned in
from the Motel Black just up the road there.
That's not a very short cut.
Seems like you're more interested
in how the missing agent was found
than in how he got here in the first place.
You don't, uh, suspect her,
do you?
No, no, not at all. I would just like
to ask Detective Morrow a few more questions.
All right.
Have you ever, um...
have you ever had any clairvoyant experiences?
Premonitions, visions, precognitive dreams,
things like that?
What the hell kind of question is that?
Dreams?
Yeah.
Look, Agent Mulder,
I don't mean to be rude, but we have a lot to do.
If you have any further questions
specifically pertaining to your investigation of this crime,
please feel free to call.
Come on, B.J.
What do you think?
These bones are in good condition,
but I think that field may have been tilled
shortly after Chaney was buried.
There are small cuts on the top three ribs.
I don't think they were made by an animal.
Listen to this, Scully.
"One must wonder how these monsters are created..."
Chaney wrote this.
"Did their home life mold them
"into creatures that must maim and kill
or are they demons from birth?"
Well, that's poetic, but it doesn't help us much.
What did he say about the 1942 homicides?
Well, the press called the murderer the Slash Killer.
His three victims were all young women, aged 25 to 30.
He disabled them
with a blow to the head.
He would carve the word "sister"
on their chests
and paint it on the wall with their blood.
The victims bled to death,
and the murderer was never found.
Mulder,
these cuts on the ribs--
they could have been made by a razor.
Can you make out a word?
No, but we might be able to
if we can find somebody in Aubrey
who has a digital scanner.
I've scanned the images
from the crime photo and the rib cage
and modemed them to Quantico.
It's going to be a few more seconds before the hookup.
I checked with the precinct mechanic.
B.J.'s car was just tuned.
She lied about experiencing engine failure.
Mulder, I don't think B.J. was in the woods that night
because of engine failure.
What are you talking about?
Well, the Motel Black would have been a perfect meeting place.
Away from town, away from his wife.
What do you mean?
It's obvious, B.J. and Tillman are having an affair.
How do you know?
- A woman senses these things. - Oh.
The image on the right is Chaney's rib cage.
The one on the left was extrapolated
from the crime photo of the Slash Killer's last victim.
Now, I need to enlarge the victim's rib cage
in order to allow for gender difference.
And now we can compare them.
Could he have carved out another word
on his rib cage?
I'm searching for any matching pattern of cuts.
Agent Mulder?
Have you made any progress in the investigation?
Uh, we may have.
Seems Agent Chaney might have been a victim
of the killer he was trying to catch.
We're trying to determine
if the cuts on his rib cage spell out a word right now.
No!
Are you all right?
I'm sorry.
Something...
I'm not feel...
Excuse me.
Feeling better?
I'm fine now.
Things must be difficult for you now.
I've had feelings for people I've worked with.
Interoffice relationships can be complicated...
especially when he's married.
You're pregnant, aren't you?
Does it show?
No. Not yet.
Now I know why my mother only had one child.
She told me about the nausea but not about the nightmares.
Nightmares?
It's always the same.
I'm in a house.
Feels familiar.
There's a woman that's been hurt.
There's a mirror.
I see a man's reflection.
I recognize his face, but I don't know him.
What I remember most is the blood.
There's a lot of blood.
Have you talked to anyone about these nightmares?
I'm sure it's something about the pregnancy.
If anyone else knew I was pregnant...
Brian would kill me if I told anyone.
What are you going to do?
I don't know.
Well, B.J.'s pregnant, and Tillman's the father.
Um, I have approximated the pattern of the cuts
to match up with letters.
There's a 93% chance
- that this is the letter "R." - Mm-hmm.
If we lower the probability to 79%,
we get the letters "I," "E" and "R."
Well, it could be a word,
or it could just be random slashes.
If we exhumed one of the Slash Killer's victims,
we could do a CT scan to determine
if the cuts were made by the same type of instrument.
Well, that means getting a court order.
It could take a couple of days.
Maybe we could find a relative who could speed up the process.
Brother.
Excuse me?
I know what it says.
On the rib cage, it spells "brother."
You're right.
B.J.?
Brian.
What's going on here, B.J.?
Nothing.
Really? Then where'd you get these?
These are crime scene photos; they were sealed.
No one had access to them.
Think you're mistaken. Those were shot in 1942.
These are evidence of a homicide that occurred three days ago.
No, they're from a case that Agent Leadbetter
and Agent Chaney were investigating in 1942
before they disappeared.
Three days ago, a young woman was murdered,
and the word "sister" was carved into her chest
and painted on the wall.
Only myself,
the coroner and one of my men knew about this.
Excuse me, sir. We just got a call.
There's been another one.
Watch your step, sir.
Victim's name is Verna Johnson.
My God.
B.J.?
It's her.
It's the woman in my dream.
Ow!
Honey, y-you're fine.
The mothering instinct--
I've been feeling it a lot lately.
I used to hate it
when my mother hovered over me.
I swore I'd never be like her.
I think we all feel that way at one time or another.
My father was a cop.
A good cop.
That's all I ever wanted to be.
He'd say what we're doing here is nonsense,
that you can't solve a crime from a dream.
Well, I've often felt that dreams are answers
to questions we haven't yet figured out how to ask.
You said you were in a familiar house?
There's a woman that's been hurt.
I look in a mirror, and I see a man's reflection.
What does he look like?
He's... got a rash on his face,
and his eyes are...
intense.
Do you remember anything else?
There's a strange picture on the wall behind him.
It's a building like the Washington Monument,
but different.
And there's a...
a big circular thing beside it.
You think you could draw it?
Sure.
It looked something like this.
What do you think it is?
Could be the Trylon
and the Perisphere.
Have you ever been to New York City?
No, never.
You can get pictures of these
on postcards all over Times Square.
These were the symbols of the 1939 World's Fair.
Do you know why they might have been in your dream?
No idea at all.
Good night, Brian.
You're here kind of late.
What are you looking for?
Just wanted to check on something.
I don't get it.
That book's from the 1940s.
Can we talk?
You know...
I'm willing to go with you... for the appointment.
I'm not so sure it's what I want to do.
I thought we agreed that it was the best thing for both of us.
I changed my mind.
What do you mean, you changed your mi...?
You can't just change your mind.
This isn't your decision, it's our decision.
B.J.
It's him.
Brian...
...I have to go.
This is the man
B.J. claims to have seen in her dream.
Harry Cokely.
He lives in Gainesville, Nebraska,
since his release from McAlester Penitentiary
on December 5, 1993.
He was convicted in 1945 for rape and attempted murder.
Cokely carved "sister" on the chest
of his victim Linda Thibedeaux
before she was able to escape and get help from a neighbor.
And the police never made the connection
to the 1942 homicides?
No.
Well, I don't want to jump to any rash conclusions,
but I'd say he's definitely our prime suspect.
Mulder, the man we're talking about is 77 years old.
George Foreman won the heavyweight crown at 45.
Some people are late bloomers.
Anyway, that still doesn't explain
B.J.'s connection to all this.
What if it's cryptomnesia?
You mean consciously forgotten information?
Yeah.
B.J. told us that her father
was a policeman in the area.
What if she heard him discussing the 1942 case
when she was young?
She might have even seen pictures of Cokely.
Yeah, but that still doesn't explain
why she would go into a field
and unearth the grave of an FBI agent.
What if the recent murders triggered
what was previously buried in her mind,
some connection she'd unconsciously made
that no one else had been able to make?
You mean a hunch?
Yeah, something like that.
That's a pretty extreme hunch.
I seem to recall you having some pretty extreme hunches.
I never have.
Harry Cokely?
Yeah?
I'm Special Agent Mulder.
This is Special Agent Scully.
We're with the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
May we come in?
Mr. Cokely,
our records show that in 1942,
you lived in Terrence, Nebraska,
an hour's drive away from Aubrey, Missouri.
During that time,
three women were murdered in Aubrey.
Their assailant had mutilated their bodies
with a razor in the same manner that you
slashed Mrs. Linda Thibedeaux's body in 1945.
I don't remember much about that.
Well, I'm sure Mrs. Thibedeaux will never forget it.
Doctors said I was sick back then.
They gave me some pills.
I served my time, and now I'm better.
What kind of pills?
Red and white ones, little sister.
Do you recognize this man?
His name's Chaney.
No.
He was an FBI agent who was also murdered in Aubrey in 1942.
Can you tell me where you were
about 8:35 p.m. two nights ago, Mr. Cokely?
Sitting right where I am now.
Do you have a witness to testify to that?
Are you blind?
I can't leave the house
without this damn thing.
I sit right here in front of that TV
24 hours a day.
And on the night you're talking about,
I was sitting here watching a show about a lost dog.
Then after that, it was a show about...
That won't be necessary.
Good.
Now, are you about finished with me, little sister?
For now.
She seemed to be in trouble,
but when I opened the door, she just barged in
and came running down the stairs.
So I called the police.
He's here. He's here.
B.J., what happened?
Oh, my God.
He's here.
Oh, my God. Come on.
I'm taking her to the hospital.
Scully.
Thank you.
I thought you might need these.
Thanks.
You hurt yourself.
Can you tell us what happened, B.J.?
Cokely.
He was in the room.
Cokely attacked you?
Yes. He must have done this while I was asleep.
You're sure it was him?
I know it was him.
I saw his reflection in the mirror.
He looked just like his picture.
Like his mug shot?
Yes.
That's a picture of a young man.
But it was Cokely.
I swear it was him.
Well, I'll have Tillman
pick him up.
Where were you last night?
Honolulu.
You were in Aubrey, weren't you?
How'd you get into Detective Morrow's house?
It's all I can do to get to the bathroom, you damn fool.
The victim has identified you, Mr. Cokely.
I've already paid for my crime.
Well, I'm going to see that you pay more.
I never touched that woman!
I'm not answering any more questions
without a lawyer.
Get me a lawyer.
- Mulder? - It's open.
I have the preliminary results from the G.I. testing
from the blood found under Verna Johnson's nails.
They checked it against Cokely's.
The PGM subtype matches.
The D-Q alpha and D-1-S-80 are the same...
It's Cokely's blood?
The results strongly suggest that.
Imagine the strength of this man's psychosis,
still driving him to murder
after 50 years.
But for some reason, he let B.J. live.
Well, she's not the first.
Mrs. Thibedeaux also survived his attack
back in 1945.
I think it's time we paid a visit to Mrs. Thibedeaux.
That was taken three weeks before it happened.
I haven't had a picture taken since.
Is this your husband?
That's Martin.
He was a good man.
He passed last June.
If it hadn't been for him, I never would have survived.
I know this goes back
a long way, Mrs. Thibedeaux, but could you tell us
what happened the night Harry Cokely attacked you?
It happened... up there on the landing.
I remember how the light from the window
bounced off the razor.
It had an ivory handle.
He... he kept saying...
"Someone's got to take the blame, little sister,
and it isn't gonna be me."
They tried to explain at the trial
how his father used to beat him,
and how he was the only son in a family of five daughters,
and how he was brutally punished
for everything wrong that happened,
but if you ask me,
that man was born evil.
No children?
No. None.
Mrs. Thibedeaux, our records show
that you recuperated from your injuries within two months,
but nine months later, you checked back into the hospital.
Well, I had complications.
What happened to the child?
Cokely's child.
Martin used to say not to blame the child,
that it was just a little thing,
an innocent...
but it was the spawn of evil.
I couldn't keep it.
In this house,
the memory of him...
Mrs. Thibedeaux?
I gave the baby to an adoption agency.
Baby--
be almost 50 now.
This is the, uh... address of the adoption agency.
If you do find him...
No, no, never mind.
The bones B.J. found under the house
belong to Chaney's partner, Agent Leadbetter.
Cokely rented the house in 1942.
The detectives at the crime scene
found an old straight razor under the house.
They're trying to lift some prints.
Now, Cokely's been released,
but I think we have enough to nail him.
Something just doesn't track, Scully.
The night she was attacked, B.J. said she saw a younger man.
Yeah, but you know the state of mind she was in that night.
She-she could have been mistaken.
Well, maybe she did see a younger man-- young Cokely.
Cokely's grandson.
Are you saying Cokely's grandson attacked B.J.?
It would make sense, Scully.
Genetic traits often skip a generation,
and that would explain the test results
of the blood found under Verna Johnson's fingernails.
PGM subtypes are similar among relatives.
Did Danny call back with the adoption records yet?
Did you get them?
I don't think Mendel had serial killers in mind
when he developed his theory on genetics.
You know, when I was a kid, I would have nightmares.
I would wake up in the middle of the night
thinking I was the only person left in the world.
Then I would hear this.
What?
My dad would be in his study eating these.
Yeah, Danny Valadayo. It's Agent Scully.
What does that have to do with Cokely?
Well, on a basic cellular level,
we're the sum total of all our ancestors' biological matter,
but what if more than biological traits get passed down
from generation to generation?
What if I like sunflower seeds
because I'm genetically predisposed to liking them?
But children aren't born liking sunflower seeds.
Environments shape them, behavior patterns are taught.
There are countless stories of twins who were
separated at birth, who end up in the same occupation,
marrying the same kind of people,
each naming their child Waldo.
Waldo?
Jung wrote about it
when he talked about the collective unconscious.
It's genetic memory, Scully.
Yeah, Danny.
Yeah. Thanks.
I'll tell him.
Danny tracked down Mrs. Thibedeaux's son.
He was a policeman named Raymond Morrow.
That's B.J.'s father.
B.J. is Cokely's granddaughter.
She's responsible for the murders.
Mulder...
Get your coat.
- Let's go. - Wait, Mulder,
do you honestly think B.J. is capable of murder?
No, but Cokely is, and that's who B.J. has become.
That's outrageous.
Scully, this is what I think.
I think that Cokely's memories, his compulsions
have been passed on genetically to his granddaughter B.J.
That's what's driving her to kill.
You're saying that B.J.'s nightmares are real,
that she's out there killing these women
- and carving "sister" on them? - Yes.
Well, then how do you explain the cuts on her own chest?
I can't explain every...
Maybe she carved them on herself
or maybe it's some kind of weird stigmata.
Whatever it is, B.J. is not herself.
Where are we going?
We have to warn Mrs. Thibedeaux.
If B.J. has, in the sense that I'm talking about,
become Cokely, then she may be trying
to finish what Cokely started.
Stop it.
Somebody's got to take the blame, little sister.
No!
No, no, you're not him.
You can't be.
And it's not gonna be me.
I'm not afraid to use this.
You have
his eyes.
You're...
him.
No.
You're my grandchild.
You know what you're doing?
Shut up!
He's done this to both of us.
No.
You don't know
what you're doing.
He's the one to blame!
Mrs. Thibedeaux? Mrs. Thibedeaux!
Mulder.
Mrs. Thibedeaux?
What happened?
She had a razor.
She tried to kill me, but something stopped her.
Where'd she go?
I don't know.
Can you stand?
I think so.
I'll help you up the stairs.
- Thank you. - This is Agent Mulder.
I need an ambulance to 238 North 54th Street.
I also need an APB on B.J. Morrow.
Yes, that's Detective Morrow.
She should be considered armed and dangerous.
B.J.'s going after Tillman.
The first murder occurred
after B.J. found out she was pregnant.
She's looking for someone to blame.
- I think that's Tillman. - I don't think so, Scully.
I think if she's going to go after anyone, it'll be Cokely.
- Why? - She's probably figured out by now
that Cokely's her grandfather.
She's looking for someone to blame, it'll be him.
Cokely's not answering his phone.
I'm going over there.
Agent Scully, I got to talk to you.
We're getting a statement.
You've accused B.J. of murder?
Can we talk about this outside?
No, here! Now!
Have you seen Detective Morrow?
No, but I have not, but I don't care
what you've accused her of.
Detective Morrow could not hurt anybody.
Detective Morrow broke into
this woman's house and attacked her with a razor.
Oh, come on! I do not believe that!
It's true.
It happened.
Look, Hildy, I only acted like any husband
that didn't want to see his home broken up.
- What home? - What home?
Don't you remember the home I promised you?
Sure I do. That was the one we were going
to have right after the honeymoon.
Honeymoon.
Well, is it my fault? Did I know that coal mine
was going to have another cave-in?
I intended to be with you on our honeymoon, Hildy,
honest I did.
All I know is that instead of two weeks
in Atlantic City with my bridegroom,
I spent two weeks in a coal mine with John Krupsky.
You don't deny that, do you, Walter?
Deny it? I'm proud of it.
We beat the whole country on that story.
Suppose we did?
That isn't what I got married for!
Who's there?
Cokely?
Who's there?
No.
How does it feel
to be on the other side of the razor, brother?
Stop!
No... no!
Please, no!
You know the rules.
This doesn't stop till you're dead.
Cokely?
No. Don't, B.J.
Don't.
No!
This time, you'll stay dead.
Freeze!
B.J.! What are you doing?
Let him go.
Let him go, B.J.
I'm not B.J.
Yes, you are.
He's dead.
Come on, come on.
It's all right, everything's going to be all right.
It's going to be okay.
We are continuing with
genetic testing on Detective Morrow.
Evidence suggests the presence of a mutator gene
that has activated previously dormant genes,
but the results so far are inconclusive.
Detective Morrow has not demonstrated
any further physiological changes.
Extensive blood work and psychological testing
has been conducted in order to determine
whether the pregnancy could have been a catalyst
for the transformation.
We have yet to determine the effects on the fetus.
Amniocentesis results show no genetic abnormalities.
Chromosome testing has determined
the child's sex to be male.
B.J. is on her second week of suicide watch,
after an unsuccessful attempt to abort her son.
Lieutenant Tillman has petitioned to adopt the child,
and the case will soon be presented to the courts.
I made this!