The X-Files (1993–…): Season 3, Episode 24 - Talitha Cumi - full transcript

"Yeah, we've given
your grievances

a lot of consideration."

Yeah, a lot.

"No, don't think
you're not expendable. No."

He never once said
I was doing a good job.

All my hard work.

Nobody ever stuck up for me.

Th-They were all
treated special.

All right, nobody moves!

Everybody stays!

Shut up! I said shut up!



Now listen to me!

Everyone,
listen to me!

Okay, the children can go.

Everybody else-- nobody moves.

- We need the police, quick.
- You hear me?!

I said nobody else moves!

Come on, come on, hurry up.

Please don't harm anyone.

Get away. I'll shoot.

You're frightening
these people.

I'll do it.

Hey! I will do it.

They've done nothing to you.

Oh, you don't know.



Give me the gun.

I am not a loser.

No, you're not.

They made me do it.

They made me.

But you're not going to do it.

You're going
to show them.

You're going to show them.

No!

Stay down!

Oh... God.

I'm going to die.

Nobody's going to die.

All right, folks, clear.

Move back, move back now.
Come on.

Back, back, please.

- Where are the wounded?
- What?

I'm FBI. Where are
the people who were shot?

Everybody's inside.

But you aren't going
to find any wounded.

You the first medic
on the scene?

- Yes, sir.
- Can you tell me what happened?

Well, it doesn't make
any sense.

We got a call
there'd been a shooting--

at least one man was down--
but when we got here,

there wasn't
a damn thing to do.

Excuse me.
I'm Special Agent Scully, FBI.

I want to talk to somebody
who can tell me what happened.

Well, I can tell
you what I saw,

but I don't think
there's a man here

who can tell you
what happened.

What did you see?

Maybe you should
talk to this man.

He was one of
the ones shot.

You were shot?

Right here.

Right in the stomach.

I felt the bullet enter me,

and the next thing I remember
was being on the floor.

My legs and arms
were numb, and I could

taste blood in my throat.

Then I see
the man's face.

What man?

It was the same guy
who tried to talk the gun guy

out of hurting anyone.

What did he do?

He touched me,

and he said
I was going to be okay,

and then, all of a sudden,

I could feel
my legs and arms again.

Who are you?

My name is Fox Mulder.

I'm an FBI agent.

I understand you've
been read your rights.

Will you talk to
me, Mr. Muntz?

Can you tell me
what happened?

God... spared my life today.

He took pity on my soul,
and he washed away my sins.

How do you mean?

He reached down
and healed me with his hand...

with the palm of his hand.

Who did?

A man.

A holy man.

All I can think is...

...it must have been
the good Lord himself.

Did you talk to him?

Who?

The shooter
described a man,

a man who reached
down and healed him

with the palm of his hand.

He's gone.

They let him leave the scene?

Well, nobody let him leave.

He was in custody,
and they were talking to him,

and then somehow
he just disappeared.

Just vanished?

Without a trace.

It struck me
as I was sitting here.

What?

Everything changes
but the sea.

What do you want from me?

I thought we might at least
allow ourselves to reminisce.

I have nothing to say to you.

Really?

We used to have
so much to say to each other.

So many good times
at the Mulders' summer place.

Your kids...
young and energetic.

I remember water-skiing
down there with Bill.

He was a good water-skier,
your husband.

Not as good as I was,
but then...

...that could be said
about so many things...

...couldn't it?

I've repressed it all.

Well...

I find that hard to believe.

Particularly since
I've come here today

to ask you
to remember something.

Something I'm going to
have to ask you

to try very hard to recollect.

Yeah, he gave his name as

Jeremiah Smith
of Suitland, Virginia.

He gave a P.O. box

that's turned out
to be phony.

He had no
driver's license.

All the cars in the parking lot
have been accounted for?

Yeah. Which means he must have
walked from somewhere nearby.

We've got a canvass out.

- And you talked to him personally?
- Yeah.

Damnedest thing,

and I swear
this is how it happened.

I look down in my notebook
to write something.

I look up-- the guy's not
standing there anymore.

It was like he
just disappeared.

Thank you.

Mulder.

Agent Mulder,

this is Assistant Director
Skinner's office.

Would you please hold for him?

Yeah.

Agent Mulder.

Uh-huh.

I just received a call here

that might cause you some alarm.

What is it?

Your mother's just been admitted

to a hospital
in serious condition.

A small coastal town in Rhode
Island called, uh, Quono...

Quonochontaug?

I'm on my way.

The nurse said she had a stroke.

They don't yet know the nature
or severity of it,

but the doctor's
on his way down.

She's cold.

Mulder, I don't want
to jump to conclusions.

I don't want you
to think the worst.

People recover
from these situations

all of the time.

Mom.

She hasn't been able to speak.

She's been in and out
of consciousness.

How did she get here?

A 911 call came in.

The paramedics
from Shelter Harbor

found her on the floor
of the house.

Mom.

Hi.

It's okay.

Everything's going
to be okay.

What is it? What do you want?

I think she wants something
to write on.

"Palm"?

She's had what's called
a subarachnoid hemorrhage,

but they're very hopeful

because the circulation
was restored so quickly.

She's going to be under constant
supervision and the best care

in the hospital
up in Providence.

It could be a lot worse.

Thanks.

You okay?

Yeah.

I'm, um...

I just can't help thinking
there's a correlation.

Correlation?

A connection to the shootings
at the fast food restaurant.

I'm sorry, I-I don't understand.

My mother wrote the word "palm."

That's what the man
who healed the victims,

that's what he used--
the palm of his hand.

You-you think it's a leap?

Mulder, there's
no deep mystery here.

Your mother is at the right age

for something like this
to happen.

Yeah, but why the word "palm"?

Well, there could be
several reasons,

but to be honest,
I don't think it means anything.

Her-her brain and her thought
processes have been...

have been radically changed
by what's happened.

It could very well have affected

her center of speech,
her language.

But you can't
explain it exactly,

nor can it be explained

how the wounded
were miraculously healed,

or how the man who healed them

just vanished
into thin air, can it?

I'm sure it can... and will be.

Mulder, I'm going to drive you
to the nearest motel.

It's been
a very long day.

I want to go back to D.C.

To do what?

I want to find out
who this miracle man is.

This is everything shot

by the first news crew
on the scene--

outtakes and
unedited footage.

Did they get any tape
with the man in question?

Yeah. It's supposed
to be at about 8:22.

There.

That must be him.

Whoa.
What happened there?

Yeah. He's gone.

Where did he go?

You see that?

Yeah.

It's like he's gone,
but there's...

somebody else in his place.

Wearing the same clothes.

Could that be another detective?

Why don't you find out.

Where are you going?

If I told you,
you'd never let me go.

Mulder, you haven't slept
in almost 24 hours.

Call me if you find anything.

He was here with her.

What?

With your mother.

The Cancer Man.

What are you talking about?

Maybe I can bring you up
to speed, Agent Mulder.

Did you take these?

They had quite
an argument,

as you might gather
from the snapshots.

You seem surprised.

Surely you were aware
they knew each other...

or what brought them
here together.

I don't know.

Did he hurt her?

No. No, she collapsed
after he left.

I dare say if I
hadn't been here

to make the call, she
might not have survived.

What did they argue about?

I don't know. I was forced
to keep a discreet distance.

You must have had some idea,

or else you wouldn't
have followed them here.

He wants something
from her.

Something she may have
kept in this house.

Unless you know
another reason

they would have chosen
to meet here.

On the day my parents divorced,

my mother vowed never to set
foot in the summer house again.

I know my mother.

She kept her word.

It could be
something very old.

Certainly something
very important.

I have no idea
what that could be.

No idea at all?

No.

Sir?

Excuse me. I...

- Yes?
- Are you Jeremiah Smith?

Yes. I'm afraid there's
been some mistake.

I saw my photo on the news
saying I fled a crime scene.

I'm here to turn myself in.

Well, uh...

would you come with me, sir?

Mm-hmm.

From the moment I stepped
from the crowd

and asked the man
to put down his gun,

it seemed like... a dream.

As if I was out of my body.

There were reports--
somewhat fantastic reports--

about what happened next.

I know. I saw
the news reports.

I'll have to say that I
don't remember any of it.

- Nothing.
- You gave me a wrong address, sir,

then you left the crime scene
during the interview.

I don't remember
that. I'm sorry.

What do you
remember, Mr. Smith?

I remember showing up
for work the next day,

being at my desk.

That's... my first recollection.

At the Social Security
Administration?

I'm not sure
what I've done wrong.

You haven't done
anything wrong, sir.

May I go?

Yes.

But until this matter
is resolved completely,

I'd ask that you notify us

if you'll be out of
town for any reason.

Agent Scully?

This becomes a
responsibility--

the thing I'm
now called upon

to put right
and put down.

Certainly you expected
nothing less.

I'm not ashamed of my actions.

Ashamed?

You're not allowed
the luxury

of human weakness
in penitence.

You're not allowed to
put your indulgences

ahead of the
greater purpose.

I no longer believe
in the greater purpose.

Then your fate is just.

My justice is not
for you to mete out.

You may have reason;
you have no right.

You have no means either.

You presume to dictate duty
to me?

Have you any idea what the cost
of your actions is?

What their effect
might be?

Who are you to give them hope?

What do you give them?

We give them happiness,
and they give us authority.

The authority to take away
their freedom

under the guise of democracy.

Men can never be free,

because they are weak, corrupt,
worthless and restless.

The people believe
in authority.

They've grown tired of waiting
for miracle and mystery.

Science is their religion.

No greater explanation
exists for them.

They must never believe
any differently

if the project is to go forward.

At what cost to them?

The question's irrelevant

and the outcome
inevitable.

The date is set.

At what cost to them

for your own selfish benefit?

How many must die
at your hand

to preserve your stake
in the project?

I'm not impressed
by your miracles

or moved by your trickery.

Your justice will
be meted out.

By whom this time,
and by what tool?

By those who possess the tool
of your destruction.

Hold his calls.

I want his name.

I want to know
everything about him.

Excuse me?

I want the Smoking Man
smoked out; I want him exposed

to be the murdering
son of a bitch that he is.

What's your problem, Mulder?

- Where have you been?
- At our summer house.

He was there with my mother.
He's the reason

- for what happened to her.
- Where'd you get these?

It doesn't matter
where I got those.

The only thing that matters is

that that man
is called to answer.

- Now, I want his name!
- I don't know his name!

- You know how to get it!
- These men don't have names!

Well, then you tell me
how to find him!

Agent Mulder, there was a time
when I might have been able

to tell you how to contact him,
but that time has passed.

He knows about the man
that disappeared

from the restaurant shooting.

What are you talking about?

He's trying to kill him.

Mulder, he just
came in yesterday.

He turned himself in.

What?

He-he gave a statement.

Where is he now?

He works for the Social
Security Administration.

We're looking for
Jeremiah Smith.

Mr. Smith?

Hello.

I'm with the FBI.

I'd like you to come with me.

For what? I told you
everything I know.

I thought they said you'd
call if there was anything.

I'm sure you don't want
to cause a scene at work, sir.

No, of course not.

I'll come along.

Where are you taking me?

Can you tell me
where you're taking me?

We'll have plenty
of time to talk, sir.

Hey!

Watch it!

You see him?

No, I lost him.

It's only a matter
of time now.

You put me in a cage...

within a cage.

Why are you so afraid of me?

I'm not.

Yes, you are.

You live in fear.

That's your whole life.

You don't know
anything about me.

I know everything about you.

You think
the miracles I perform...

are the extent of my power?

You think you're God.

You're a drone...

a cataloger...

chattel.

What you're afraid of is...

they'll believe I am God.

Well, it doesn't matter.

Most of them have ceased
to believe in God.

Why?

Because God presents them
with no miracles

to earn their faith.

You think when man
ceases to believe in miracles,

he rejects God?

Of course.

You rule over them
in God's name.

They don't believe in him,
but they still fear him.

They're afraid not to because
they're afraid of freedom.

And you give them happiness.

We appease their conscience.

Anyone who can appease
a man's conscience

can take his freedom
away from him.

And if you can't appease
their conscience,

you kill them.

But you can't kill them all.

You can't kill
their love,

which is what makes them
who they are,

makes them better than us--
better than you.

You talk.

I'm not one of you.

No.

All you want is
to be a part of it--

is to be one of the commandants
when the process begins.

But you are wrong.

Oh.

Am I?

Yes.

You are dying of lung cancer.

It's a lie.

You think it's a lie?

You want to save your life.

And you?

We have been
hopeful, but there was

substantial blood loss
during the stroke event,

which has put a lot of
pressure on the brain.

Will she regain
consciousness?

I know this is hard,

but she may not.

I can be paged if you need me.

Thank you.

You going to smoke that,

or you want
to smoke on this?

Are you giving
me a choice?

I should shoot you
right here,

but they'd probably
be able to save you.

Do it.
Do it, Agent Mulder.

Or maybe put a bullet through
your brain so you'll be

bedridden for the rest of
your life like my mother.

How is she?

What do you care?

I've known your mother since
before you were born, Fox.

I don't care.

I'd gone to see
her recently.

Yeah. And I know
what you were looking for.

I wasn't looking
for anything.

It's what she was
looking for, actually.

She contacted me.

You're a liar!

I had information,
possibly...

on the whereabouts
of your sister.

Where is she?

Where is she?

It seems the man

who had the information
has disappeared.

I have what you want.

There's nothing I
want, Agent Mulder,

except to see how
your mother's doing.

How is Mrs. Mulder?

Do you have it?

- Do you have it?
- Yes.

Give it to me.

I can't do that.

It's of no
value to you.

And to you?

When the time comes.

When the truth is finally
determined, its value will soar.

Why?

I think you know
why, Agent Mulder.

It's a weapon, isn't it?

Used to pierce
the back of the neck.

It's the only way
we can kill them.

A simple gunshot won't do.

Why do you want it?

They will kill you
for it, Agent Mulder.

That's a fact.

They'll stop at nothing
for it, nothing--

even if they have
to martyr you

and risk turning your
work into a crusade.

Let me get clear
on something here.

What we're talking about
is colonization.

The date is set, isn't it?

Give me the weapon,
Agent Mulder.

No.

You shoot me,
and you'll never find it.

I ought to
shoot you anyway,

after everything
I've given you.

I'm walking away.

You're a dead man,
Agent Mulder...

...one way or the other.

Who is it?

Jeremiah Smith.

Please, let me in.

I want you to put your hands up
where I can see them.

Okay, I want you
to keep your hands up.

I'm going to unlock the door.

I want you to count to five,

come in, close the door
and lock it behind you.

Keep your hands up,
please.

I have important information
for you--

something your partner
has been seeking.

It concerns an elaborate plan--
a project-- and his sister.

Why didn't you tell me before?

I've never spoken to you before.

The man you spoke to
was an imposter.

He was sent here to kill me.

Who are you?

I'll explain everything.

Yeah.

Scully, it's me.

Mulder, where are you?

I've been up with my mother.
Listen to me.

Mulder, listen to me.
There's somebody here--

somebody you need to talk to.

Who?

Jeremiah Smith.

All right, Scully, you got to
get out of your apartment.

They're going to be
looking for him.

I want you to meet me.

Where?

Off the I-95.

Uh, Bond Mill Road.

Scully!

Scully, move
away from him.

Come stand behind me.

I've come to you
at great risk.

I mean you no harm.

I have a long

and complicated
story to tell you.

Mulder, he knows
about your sister.

How do I know you're for real?

I was at that restaurant;
I healed those people.

Yes, but how?

I can explain everything to you.

First, I want you
to come somewhere with me.

I want you to come with me
to see my mother.

He's here to kill me.

I made this!