The X-Files (1993–…): Season 6, Episode 17 - Trevor - full transcript

An escaped convict apparently has the ability to pass through solid objects. He has $90,000 hidden somewhere from the bank robbery for which he was imprisoned. Mulder and Scully must find ...

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Man, this little piece of wood
ain't gonna hold no twister!

- We need to dig a hole!
- Whaley!

Big hole! The man oughta
be givin' us shovels!

This whole damn place is gonna
blow away. Why even bother?

- Yo, boy, back me up here.
- Shut up and hold it still!

I know you ain't talking to me!

You a big man, huh? Is that right?

Charlie Potatoes, big-ass criminal.
Are you a bad man?

You a little bitch! That's all you are!

You ain't got no money. You ain't got nothin'.



I'll hold it Still.

(laughs)

Is that still enough for you?

Huh?

(screams)

Put down the hammer, Rawls!

Rawls!

- Messed up ol' Whaley, did he?
- Messed him up good.

- What'd you go and do that for?
- The man pissed me off, boss.

Who the hell doesn't? Box him.

You can't put me in that box.
The storm's comin

Should've thought of that
before you hurt Whaley.

The hell with Whaley.
You can't put me in that box!

Boss! You can't put me in there!
You can't put me in that box!



You can't do it!
You're gonna kill me, boss! Boss!

- Tney're sayin' tornadoes all over the county.
- I can't be responsible for acts of God.

- (guard) Good luck, Rawls.
- Let me out! Let me out!

Somebody let me out!

Help!

Somebody help!
Somebody help me, please!

Oh, hell.

Hello, sir? (knocks)

Oh, my God.

- Should we arrest David Copperfield?
- Yes, we should. But not for this.

This is Raybert Fellowes,

superintendent of Road Farm 6,
Mississippi Department of Corrections.

One of his guards found him in his office.
Nota drop of blood in the place.

Maybe he was killed elsewhere.

I don't think so. It took 40 minutes to do it
in the middle of a tornado.

What do you make of that?

I don't know. it's, uh...

It's not a simple bisection. There's
a large amount of his abdomen missing.

It almost looks like a burning,
but it's too localised.

Maybe an industrial acid.

There was, uh... no acid found in his office.

Hm.

Spontaneous human combustion.

Scully...

- isn't that where you're going?
- "Dear Diary, today my heart leapt

when Agent Scully suggested
spontaneous human combustion."

Mulder, there are one or two
somewhat well-documented cases.

Mulder, shut up.

- OK, what do you make of this?
- I don't have a theory.

But I know someone who does.

Hell, yeah. It was Pinker Rawls who did it,
though you got me as to how.

- And who is Pinker Rawls?
- Inmate.

Mean son of a bitch.

He was the prisoner who supposedly died in
the tornado that preceded Fellowes' murder.

So you're saying that a ghost did this?

I'm not puttin' a word to it. That's up to y'all_

All I know is that Rawls hated the captain.

Captain locked him in the box when
the storm hit and Rawls didn't like it.

And when we found the box,
biggest piece was about yea big,

three miles from here.

Now, this whole place was locked
and boarded up tight.

No man got in here.

That's all I'm sayin'_

So we're looking for a dead man?

Ldisagree. I think this
Pinker Rawls is still alive.

They never found his body.

OK. At the risk of further ridicule, Mulder,
what if this wasn't a murder?

I mean, as I understand it, current theory
on spontaneous human combustion

is that climatic conditions play a large part,

so possibly a tornado may fit the bill.

We've got lightning,
static electricity at a high potential.

I can't argue with that.
But I do think it's murder.

Well, then how did
Rawls or whoever do this?

How did he get in and out of a locked office,

and prop a body up
against the inside of a door?

Termites?

(man) This is all he had in his bunk area.

Wilson Pinker Rawls, age 34.

Eight years into 30 for robbing
a wire office in Bay St Louis.

$90,000 he stole was never recovered.

IVlm-hm. Not in here.

Hey, look at this.

Ouch_

His record dates to 1978.

Mostly small-time.
History of violence throughout.

I wonder who she is.

Thanks, cutie.

- You broke out the good stuff.
- We're worth the good stuff.

IVlm.

- Hey, Robert?
- Hm?

Can I show you something?
Just a little food for thought?

Wait, they're talking about the tornado.

Take a look at this video.

Hardest hit was a prison farm
near the village of Stringer,

where two deaths are reported in the storm.

A funnel cloud with winds topping 150 miles
per hour tore through the work camp,

passing within yards of a barracks
filled with terrified inmates.

Among the dead, Captain Raybert Fellowes,
the farm superintendent,

a 28-year veteran of
the Department of Corrections.

A second casualty was a prison inmate,
Wilson P Rawls, age 34.

- Excuse me.
- Are you OK, June?

High winds apparently carried the man away.

Though his body has not been found,
Rawls is presumed dead.

(man) You got a gun pointed at you.
Don't try to run.

I ain't runnin'_

Hey, that's store property. Take those off!

Ooh! There's somethin' so nice about
puttin' on a brand-new pair of socks.

- I don't know what it is.
- I said take those off, boy!

IVlmm. Ooh!

Oh... my. What you think?

That's me, right?

- And room to grow in.
- You got an attitude, I'll say that.

Get the hell over there.

Turn around, hands behind the pole.

(man) This is Bobby in Security.

I detained an intruder at the Value Mart
at the Nine Mile Road and Route 60.

The door wasn'tjimmied. I don't know
how the hell he got in here.

(handcuffs clink)

He's in back. Yeah, I'll hold.

(car horn)

- (Mulder) Is that the guy?
- Yeah, could be... I guess. It was pretty dark.

- How'd he get away?
- Whoever he was.

You got me. The guy's like Houdini.

Turned my back, he was gone.
I had him right here.

You had him handcuffed... here.

Can I see your handcuffs?

Do we have a last known
address for Pinker Rawls?

Hey, hello?

Rawls?

- What's up?
- You're on the news, man.

They're saying you got killed.

- Where is she?
- June? She's gone.

Long gone, man.
She left me, like, four years ago.

You mad cos her and me shacked up?

I'm sorry, buddy.

Bo, I want what's mine.

I might have her address.

You got nothin' in there but your nine.

Get the hell outta my house.

Bo, are you gonna shoot me?

BOO!

BOO!

You gonna do somethin'?

(yells)

No. No!

This is Rawls' last known address.

The security guard's car.

Mulder...

Ugh! om

Gesundheit_

Oh, my God.

Pistol in his hand, the slide locked open,
shell casings everywhere.

But I don't see any
bullet holes anywhere, Mulder.

Don't recognise him from
his driver's license, do you?

Bo IVlerkle. This is his house.

But Rawls used to live here, and
he's come back looking for something.

$90,000.

The wire-office robbery eight years ago.
That money wasn't recovered.

I don't think he spent that in prison.

Mr Ivlerkle didn't either, judging by the décor.

Maybe she knows. That's this house, isn't it?

Yeah.

- I can run down her name.
- Yeah, I bet Rawls is looking for her.

Yeah, this is Special Agent
Dana Scully with the FBI.

There's been a murder here at
922 Washington Avenue in Jackson.

We need crime-scene support
on site as soon as possible.

Thank you.

Got a name to go with the face.
June Gurvvitch.

There's no current address though,
and no record of her since 1996.

Maybe she changed her name.

Maybe she was afraid she'd end up like that.

The state police put out an APB on Rawls.

You might warn them not to shoot to kill.
He seems to find that annoying.

- Even if those were bullets...
- They are.

Their composition's been changed,
just like the handcuffs and the prison wall.

There is still no way they could pass through
Rawls in the way you're describing.

Not without leaving him dead
on the ground for us to find.

I think they went through him.
Like his wrist went through the handcuffs,

- like he walked through that prison wall.
- He walks through solid objects.

Changing their composition.
Making steel brittle,

-turning bullets into powder.
- Flesh into carbon.

How else do you explain
what happened to Fellowes,

or to poor Mr lVlerl