The X-Files (1993–…): Season 4, Episode 13 - Never Again - full transcript
Mulder takes a vacation to visit Elvis' museum while sending disaffected Scully to Philly to look into some Russians with ties to UFOs. She becomes attracted to a secretly unstable young divorcee whose tattoo is telling him to kill women.
If there are no further motions,
the Superior Court of the state of
Pennsylvania declares casenumberBD-237closed.
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.
♪♪♪♪
## The mid twenty joys##
♪♪Around heart that's black and blue
Tattooed love boys♪♪
No way.
♪♪I tore my knees up getting
to you 'cause I needed♪♪
- Here.
- ## To find out what the thing was for, been reading##
- ##But, man, the time came to explore##
- Thanks.
♪♪I went a pew ire♪♪
♪♪ 'Cause I thought♪♪
♪♪Like I like it
Little tease♪♪
♪♪But I didn't mean it♪♪
♪♪But you mess with the goods, doll
and you gotta pay, yeah♪♪♪♪
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. De Nunzio, 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 Vsevlod 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!
##I go downtown and roam around##
♪♪But every street I walk
I find another dead end♪♪
##I'm on my own##
You hear that? It's you, Ed.
It's all about you!
- ## To pretend##
- Knock it off!
##I know there's someone
just waitin' somewhere##
♪♪I look around for her
but she's just not there♪♪
##Doesn't somebody want to be wanted##
Good evening.
My name is Hannah, and this is Spencer.
Have you ever imagined
what it would be like...
- Do you hear that?
- ##Doesn't somebody want##
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.
- ##Find my way##
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.
♪♪Just like me♪♪
Hey, what are you doing?
Get out of here.
I'm no different from anybody else.
- Get out of my apartment!
I'm going to call the cops!
I start each day and end each night.
No! No! please! Get out!
It gets really lonely all by myself.
Now where is love, and who is love?
I got to know.
♪♪Doesn't somebody want
to be wanted like me♪♪
♪♪ Where are you♪♪
♪♪Doesn't somebody want
to be wanted like me♪♪
♪♪Just like me♪♪
♪♪Doesn't somebody want
to be wanted like me♪♪
♪♪ Where are you♪♪
♪♪Doesn't somebody want
to be wanted like me♪♪♪♪
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 hallucinogen icergotism.
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...
the Superior Court of the state of
Pennsylvania declares casenumberBD-237closed.
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.
♪♪♪♪
## The mid twenty joys##
♪♪Around heart that's black and blue
Tattooed love boys♪♪
No way.
♪♪I tore my knees up getting
to you 'cause I needed♪♪
- Here.
- ## To find out what the thing was for, been reading##
- ##But, man, the time came to explore##
- Thanks.
♪♪I went a pew ire♪♪
♪♪ 'Cause I thought♪♪
♪♪Like I like it
Little tease♪♪
♪♪But I didn't mean it♪♪
♪♪But you mess with the goods, doll
and you gotta pay, yeah♪♪♪♪
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. De Nunzio, 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 Vsevlod 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!
##I go downtown and roam around##
♪♪But every street I walk
I find another dead end♪♪
##I'm on my own##
You hear that? It's you, Ed.
It's all about you!
- ## To pretend##
- Knock it off!
##I know there's someone
just waitin' somewhere##
♪♪I look around for her
but she's just not there♪♪
##Doesn't somebody want to be wanted##
Good evening.
My name is Hannah, and this is Spencer.
Have you ever imagined
what it would be like...
- Do you hear that?
- ##Doesn't somebody want##
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.
- ##Find my way##
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.
♪♪Just like me♪♪
Hey, what are you doing?
Get out of here.
I'm no different from anybody else.
- Get out of my apartment!
I'm going to call the cops!
I start each day and end each night.
No! No! please! Get out!
It gets really lonely all by myself.
Now where is love, and who is love?
I got to know.
♪♪Doesn't somebody want
to be wanted like me♪♪
♪♪ Where are you♪♪
♪♪Doesn't somebody want
to be wanted like me♪♪
♪♪Just like me♪♪
♪♪Doesn't somebody want
to be wanted like me♪♪
♪♪ Where are you♪♪
♪♪Doesn't somebody want
to be wanted like me♪♪♪♪
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 hallucinogen icergotism.
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...