The X-Files (1993–…): Season 3, Episode 11 - Revelations - full transcript

God tests our faith

so that we may not
take it for granted.

I once gave counsel
to a little girl.

She was very distraught
because her older brother

had told her that Moses hadn't
really parted the Red Sea.

He said that high winds
and strong ocean currents

had been responsible.

In hearing this,

the faith of this child
had been severely shaken.

In order to restore
her credence,

she had but one question for me.



She asked,

"Reverend, is there really
such a thing as a miracle,

"or are the stories in the Bible
just make believe...

fairy tales?"

I assured her that, yes,
miracles really do happen.

Most people today

tend to vest themselves
in science and cynicism.

They expect proof
for all that they see,

but miracles are wondrous
by nature.

They need no rationale,

no justification.

You must witness the miracles
of the Lord without question.

My blood flows
as a test of your faith.

Open your souls
to the divine possibilities.



It is then and only then
that you will truly understand

the awesome powers
of the Almighty Lord!

Yes?

I was impressed with
your sermon, Reverend.

Well, thank you.

I just want to tell you
that some of us do believe.

I appreciate that.

It always does my heart good

to know that I've touched
at least one person.

Oh, I think you had quite
an effect on a lot of people.

Me most of all.

Oh, my God! No!

These ligature marks on his neck

are consistent with
rope or fabric burns,

strongly suggesting
that he was strangled.

But there seems to be

an awful lot of blood loss here.

His parishioners said that
Reverend Finley was bleeding

from his hands like the wounds
of the crucifixion.

Stigmata?

A sign bestowed by God
upon the righteous.

I don't see any wounds here

on his hands or wrists
or otherwise.

No.

I think this is a case

of too much faith.

And too much sugar.

What are you doing?

It's fake.

Just like the others.

Others?

I've been tracking

a series of international
religiously-motivated murders.

All of the victims have been
so-called stigmatics,

and all of them have been frauds
like the reverend here.

According to certain
religious lore,

at any given time, there are
12 stigmatics in the world,

representing the 12 apostles.

That's a claim that's
wholly unsubstantiated.

Though there have been
many pretenders.

11 of whom have been murdered
in the past three years.

11? Any clue
as to the motivation?

Either we're dealing with

a psychotic religious fanatic

who's hell-bent on exposing
these kind of frauds

or a less programmatic psycho

who harbors a murderous
resentment towards the church,

or maybe it's just
a very disgruntled altar boy.

Well, that narrows down
the field.

Anyway, it's safe to say
this guy carries a grudge.

If I'm right about one thing,
the killer is here,

and he's looking
for victim number 12.

All right. Let's sit down.

I trust everyone has studied
his or her flash cards

for today's quiz.

All right.
Let's settle down.

Geek!

Kevin Kryder.

I assume, Kevin,
that in the last 24 hours,

you've become quite
the math wizard.

Why don't you come on up
to the board

and share with us
your gift with numbers.

Let's try some division.

You do know the division sign,
don't you, Kevin?

Let's divide 11...

...into 170.

Ew, blood!

Oh, my God!

What happened to him?

Thank you for
contacting us so quickly.

When I read the FBI's alert,

I thought immediately of Kevin.

You said on the phone that there
had been a previous incident?

Last year...
Kevin arrived

at school with bleeding wounds
on his hands and feet.

Our first concern
is always an abusive parent.

Was that the case?

Well, it appeared so.

Kevin's father was arrested,

and we took the boy
as a ward of the court.

But the state dropped charges
for lack of evidence.

The mother sued and won custody.

Mr. Kryder was institutionalized
soon after.

Institutionalized for what?

When he was released from jail,

he locked himself and Kevin
in the house.

Made all the papers.

He was waving a gun
at the police,

saying he had
to protect the boy...

that Kevin was chosen by God.

Can I talk to you
for a minute here?

How's he doing?

Fine.

Hi, Kevin.

My name is Dana Scully.

Can I talk to you a minute?

Am I going back to the shelter?

We don't know just yet.

Right now, we have to find out
what happened.

Can you tell me how you got
those cuts on your hands?

No.

No, you can't tell me,
or no, you don't know?

You want me to say
my dad did it.

I don't want you to say
anything that isn't true.

I don't feel that good.

He feels a bit feverish.

Did you take his temperature?

No, I didn't.

Open.

You're a very brave boy, Kevin.

You have nothing
to be afraid of.

Where's Kevin?
Is he all right?

He's doing just fine.

The nurse is just
changing his bandages.

Oh, my God.

I thought this was all over.

Mrs. Kryder, my
name is Fox Mulder.

I'm with the FBI.

The FBI?

- Who called the FBI?
- We're here because

we have reason to believe that
Kevin may be in some danger.

- In danger from what?
- As strange as it might sound,

someone may be targeting
people like Kevin.

What do you mean
"people like Kevin"?

People exhibiting wounds
that might be interpreted

as having
religious significance.

What was that?

I don't know.

I didn't do anything.

It just broke!

Kevin's just a normal kid.

He probably just hurt himself
out on the playground.

I'm sure there's an explanation,
Mrs. Kryder,

but right now,
everybody's primary concern

should be for Kevin's safety.

I'd like to put him
back into the shelter

until we can sort this out.

You don't think
I did this to Kevin?

You think
I'm the one who cut his hands?

We don't know
how he got the cuts,

but we'd like some time to
evaluate his case, Mrs. Kryder.

I would never hurt my own child,
do you hear me?

Now, I have fought a battle
over my son before

that tore my family apart,

and I'm not going
to fight it again.

I love my job.

Let's get out of here, Scully.

That kid's hands were
definitely cut, Mulder.

They're taking him into custody.

We've warned them
about his safety.

I don't know what else
we can do.

Have you determined
how his hands were cut?

No, not yet, but my guess is
that the kid did it to himself.

Boy has his father taken away,

he hurts himself
to relieve his dad of guilt

and to get him back.

Maybe we should
talk to his father.

He's in an institution.

His father said that
he needed to be protected.

Maybe he knows from whom.

He's bleeding again, isn't he?

Yes. How did you know that?

Because the faithful know.

Mr. Kryder, the claims
you've made for your son

may have put him in danger.

Do you know that?

The child was in danger long
before I ever made the claims.

Since the day he was born,
they've been watching him.

"They"?

The forces of darkness.

They will come in the form

of a powerful and respected man.

These forces...
what do they want?

To claim all souls.

You must understand,

this is the great war
between good and evil.

Armageddon?

But God will find someone
to stop it...

someone who is strong enough

to make the sacrifice.

He's chosen you?

I'm merely a messenger.

Let's go.

You must come full circle
to find the truth.

Excuse me?

Full circle to find the truth?

I don't know what that means.

You will.

The two kids are running
down this long hallway,

but all the doors are locked.

There's nowhere to go.

Soon, they'll both be toast.

They can hear his bloody leg
dragging on the floor.

The mutant is on their trail,

hungry for the taste
of young meat.

What's it look like?

Yeah, what?

You really want to know?

It looks like the Devil,

and he's bald

because all his hair
is burned off in hell,

and his fingers
are like pitchforks

with little barbs on the end.

So all he has to do
is point at you

and you can't get away.

With each step, he gets closer.

Step... by step...

by step... by step.

He's so close now that even
the furniture starts to shake.

Step...

by step...
by step...

by step.

Guys, let's get out of here!

And what color hair did he have?

Was it brown or blond, black...?

He was bald.

He didn't have no hair.

'Cause it all
burned off in hell.

And how tall was he?

Was he about my height?

Taller? Shorter?

Taller.

What, 6'2 ", 6'3"?

Yeah, maybe even bigger.

And he was dressed all in black.

All right, all right.

What's going to happen to Kevin?

All right, kids.

What happened to Kevin?

Where is he?

Kevin was abducted
from this room.

Several of the children
witnessed it.

We're getting a description
of the man who took him.

But you were supposed
to protect him.

You said he would be safe.

We're sorry, Mrs. Kryder.

We're doing everything we can.

Scully.

Did you get a composite?

Yeah, looks like
Kevin was abducted

by Homer Simpson's evil twin.

This isn't the killer, Mulder.

I think that's
a safe assumption.

No, I mean, it doesn't
match the M.O.

None of the previous victims
were ever abducted.

None of the previous victims
were ten-year-old boys.

Is this the man that took Kevin?

Yeah, but we're not sure
how accurate that is.

It's Owen.

You know this man?

Yeah. It's Owen Jarvis.

When my husband left, we
hired him to do yard work.

I carved all the animals myself.

It's the ark.

Do you like it?

So when are you going
to take me home, Owen?

There's no reason to be afraid.

I'm not going to hurt you.

I've been watching you, Kevin.

You're a very special boy.

You know that, don't you?

I want to go home.

You can't do that.

I can't let you.

Why not?

'Cause it's not safe!

I'm your friend, Kevin.

You have to trust me.

Just think of me as...

...your guardian angel.

Shh!

Don't say a word.

Stay here.

Don't move.

Federal agent!

Put down your weapon!

Put it down right here.

Down, now!

Put it down!

Where's the boy?

Where's the boy?

Don't hurt him... please.

Kevin?

Where's the boy?

What have you done with Kevin?

He can't go home;
it's not safe there.

I told him that.

Is this Kevin Kryder's blood?

Yes.

Did you hurt him?

No. I'm not the one
that wants to hurt him.

If it's not you, then who is it?

I was only asked
to protect the boy.

By who?
Who asked you to protect him?

God.

That's quite
a long-distance call, isn't it?

You don't understand.
Unless someone protects Kevin...

It's the end of the world
as we know it, right?

"He who has ears,
let him hear..."

"And he that has a tongue,
let him speak."

Now tell me where he is!

You believe me, don't you?

I mean...

you must wear that

as a reminder.

Mr. Jarvis,
my religious convictions

are hardly the issue here.

But they are.

How can you help Kevin
if you don't believe?

Even the killer...
he believes.

And townsfolk wonder
why I sleep in on Sunday.

Mass on Christmas,

fish on Friday...

you think
that makes you a good Christian?

Just because you don't
understand sacrifice,

because you're unwilling,

don't think for a moment
that you set the rules for me.

I don't question his word.

Whatever he asks of me...

I'll do.

Sit down, Mr. Jarvis.

I just want to go to heaven.

Hey!

Don't!

Mom?

Mom?

Are you home?

Kevin?

Kevin?

I know you're here, son.

Run, Kevin! Run!

Kevin, what is it?

Upstairs.

You'll be okay.
You'll be okay.

Are you the one that was sent
to protect me?

Owen Lee Jarvis,
adult Caucasian male,

42 years of age.

Cause of death is strangulation,

consistent with
previous victims,

as suggested by burn marks
around his neck.

Except...

...appears to be
some kind of a pattern

just to the right
of his windpipe.

Possibly a handprint.

Note to the lab
to check further.

It is now 14 hours
after the time of death,

but so far, his body
hasn't even begun to break down.

Rigor mortis has yet to set in.

His core body temperature
remains at 98 degrees.

His skin color,
lividity is healthy.

There seems to be some...

Any revelations?

Mulder, would you do me a favor?

Would you smell Mr. Jarvis?

You want me to smell him?

What am I supposed
to be smelling?

You don't detect
a faint floral odor?

Mulder,

this man's body is in no way

decomposing normally.

In catechism,

we learned of
instances like this...

so called "incorruptibles"
whose bodies wouldn't decay

and who emitted
a smell of flowers.

You're serious?

Saint Cecilia, Saint Francis...

And now you're suggesting
that this is Saint Owen?

I don't know.

Scully, those stories
you're referring to

are mostly regarded
as hagiographic fabrications,

not historical truths, just like
the occurrence of the stigmata.

What do you think this is?

This man?

He was rather abnormal in life.

Maybe he's
decomposing abnormally.

Well, isn't a saint
or a holy person

just another term
for someone who's abnormal?

Do you really believe that?

I... believe in the idea

that God's hand
can be witnessed.

I believe
he can create miracles, yes.

Even if science
can explain them?

Maybe that's just what faith is.

Well, I wouldn't let faith

overwhelm your judgment here.

These people are simply fanatics
behaving fanatically,

using religion
as a justification.

They give bona fide paranoiacs
like myself a bad name.

They're no more divine or holy

than that ketchup we saw
on the murdered preacher.

I think once you've
finished your autopsy,

you'll come
to the same conclusion.

Saint Owen.

Got your message.
What did you turn up?

- It's what you turned up.
- What?

Those burn marks and
impressions on Jarvis's neck?

They pulled a pair of prints.

Take a look at this.

A partial index
and a full oblique

burned right onto the skin.

Any evidence as to how
the killer managed to do that?

No, not yet, but I cross-checked
the prints

in the NCIC database.

They belong to a businessman
named Simon Gates.

He's the CEO of a company
based in Atlanta.

He's one of the wealthiest
men in the South.

A powerful and respected man.

He was arrested three years ago
on a DUI.

Left a young boy paralyzed.

He received a suspended sentence

and then he left the
country, went to Israel.

Israel.

Have you heard
of Jerusalem syndrome?

Yeah, it's when people
who visit the Holy Land

suffer religious delusions
induced by the journey.

Yeah, they return home
convinced they're the Messiah,

Moses, the Virgin Mary,
even the Devil himself.

Well, if that's
what Simon Gates believes,

he's just as delusional
as Michael Kryder,

only a lot more dangerous.

Yeah, but it still
doesn't explain

how he was able
to burn his fingerprints

into Owen Jarvis's flesh.

Mulder.

What?

Well, how is that possible?

It's Kevin, isn't it?

H-Hold on.

Yeah, a social worker
took Kevin out to lunch

at 1:00, supposedly,
but witnesses claim they saw him

outside the facility
with his mother

at the exact same time.

Kevin! Lay off the horn.

Damn.

Looks like you're
having a little trouble.

Can I give you a hand?

Oh, no, it's fine.
It does this all the time.

I just have to wait
for it to cool down.

At least let me take
the cap off for you.

That should get things started.

No. I'm fine.

Really?

It's no trouble at all.

In the old days, people
used to stop to help.

Now they just drive on by.

People also used
to say thank you.

What do you want?

I think you know.

Hey, mister!

Kevin! Run!

No!

Hey, Mom!

Get up! Please, Mom!

Come on! Mom?

Mom, are you okay?

Come on, Mom!
Don't fall asleep!

Come on, Mom!

Wake up! Come on!

They said
they're almost through.

She died because of me.

It was an accident, Kevin.

Your mother was only trying
to protect you.

Why does he want to hurt me?

I don't know.

But I won't let him hurt you.

I promise.

It's because I'm different,
isn't it?

Why can't I just be
like everybody else?

How are you different, Kevin?

Kevin?

I just am.

Agent Mulder and I are going
to take you back to the shelter.

There'll be a doctor
to take a look at you there.

Do I have to go back there?

No.

No, you don't.

Why don't you duck

back inside.

Is he ready to go?

I want to keep him
with us, Mulder,

until Gates is apprehended.

Look, I know about getting
personally involved,

and I'm not.

Did he I.D. Gates?

Yes.

That will help.

A man fitting
Gates's description

rented a car
under the name Forau.

That's one
of the Devil's disciples.

I'll wait right outside.

You never draw my bath.

Kevin has a cut under his ribs.

He was in an accident.

No. I was with
the paramedics

when they were looking at him.

It wasn't there.

Maybe you missed it.

No, Mulder.

I was paying close attention.

What do you think it is?

Yesterday, I saw Kevin's hands.

They were bleeding
from identical wounds on the top

as on the bottom,

just like in the crucifixion.

Scully...

There have been other signs.

I haven't said anything
until now

because I haven't been sure...
and I'm still not sure.

Sure of what, exactly?

How Kevin was able to be
in two places at once,

just like Saint Ignatius
was able to do in the Bible.

That was in
the Bible; that's a parable.

It's a metaphor for the truth,
not the truth itself.

Why didn't Kevin
conveniently bilocate

when Owen Jarvis abducted
him from the shelter?

How is it that you're able
to go out on a limb

whenever you see
a light in the sky,

but you're unwilling to accept
the possibility of a miracle,

even when it's right
in front of you?

I wait for a miracle every day,
but what I've seen here

has only tested my patience,
not my faith.

Well, what about what I've seen?

Kevin?

You okay?

I didn't lock it.

I'll call the police.

They put up a cordon
in a ten-mile radius.

No sign of him.

Best I could figure

is they must have had
an acetylene torch

in the back of the truck.

I don't know how else
they could have done it.

I wasn't out of that room for
more than two minutes, Mulder.

Come on, there's someone
I want to talk to again.

Who?

Kevin's father.

Why?

He knew that Kevin
was in danger.

He warned us about a
powerful and respected man.

The man's a nutcase, Scully.

- Maybe he is.
- But Kevin is in immediate danger.

Even if Kevin's father
has anything

to say about Gates,
it doesn't help us right now.

Well, it's not doing us
a lot of good

standing around here.

So this is the man
who took my son.

You've never seen him before.

No.

Why would anyone
want to hurt Kevin?

What does he want?

You really don't know.

I-I'm sorry.

I'm just a little
foggy right now.

Scully?

Haloperidol.

Ativan. They've been
giving him tranquilizers.

They've increased his dosage.

Mr. Kryder, you said
something before

about coming full circle
to find the truth.

What does it mean?

Full circle to find the truth.

I don't know.

I just can't remember.

Scully. They had
a sighting of Gates.

He tried to rent
another car at the airport

under the name Forau again.

Did you hear what I said?

Mulder, look.

Arrows that form a circle.

Full circle to find the truth.

Gates's company owns a
recycling plant near here.

That's where he's taken Kevin.

Scully, the man
is at the airport.

If he hasn't already
killed Kevin,

he's trying to get
as far away as he can.

I don't think so, Mulder.

You think it's you, don't you?

You think you're the one who's
been chosen to protect Kevin.

I don't know.

Look, if I'm wrong,

I'll meet you
out at the airport, okay?

The sun will be
turned into darkness,

and the moon will turn
to blood...

because of you, son.

Is that why you want to hurt me?

It's not a question of wanting.

You have to die, Kevin...

for everyone.

For the new age to come.

You understand that, don't you?

The others were
all false prophets.

You are the only true one

among the 12.

Stop! Federal agent!

I'm armed!

Let him go!

Let him go,

and we'll talk about it.

There's nothing to talk about!

I was called upon!

Let me go!
Let me go!

Let me go!

No!

Kevin.

Hold on.

I knew you'd come.

You all set?

Thanks.

Maybe I'll see you
again sometime.

You will.

- You all ready, Kevin?
- Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah, I think so.

We got a couple hours
before our flight.

I told the sheriff

we'd go down and make
a formal statement

about Gates's death.

I'd appreciate it

if you'd handle
that alone, Mulder.

I have an errand I need to run.

Okay.

I'll see you at the airport.

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

It has been... six years
since my last confession.

And since then,

I've drifted away
from the Church.

I'm not sure why exactly.

Have you come to confess?

No. Um...

There's a man
that I work with...

a friend.

And usually I'm able

to discuss these
things with him.

But not this.

Father, do you
believe in miracles?

Of course.
I see them every day.

The rising sun,
the birth of a child.

No, I'm talking about events

that defy explanation.

Things that...

...I believe helped me
to save a young boy's life.

But now I wonder
if I saw them at all...

if I didn't just imagine them.

Why do you doubt yourself?

Because my partner
didn't see them.

He didn't...

he didn't believe them.

And usually he...

he believes without question.

Maybe they weren't
meant for him to see.

Maybe they were
only meant for you.

Is that possible?

With the Lord,
anything is possible.

Perhaps you saw these things
because you needed to.

To find my way back?

Sometimes we must come
full circle to find the truth.

Why does that surprise you?

Mostly it just makes me afraid.

Afraid?

Afraid that God is speaking...

...but that no one's listening.

I made this!