The X Files: I Want to Believe Page #2

But you pushed him, challenged him. Like old times.

Well, he's a creep and a liar.

He knows who did this, and they're supplying him with information. Look where he lives!

And this arm they found?

This wasn't severed in any fight. It was cut cleanly, chopped off.

And tell me how he's been able to lead them straight to it...

... and not even muster a guess as to where the victim is.

And two things you're gonna find in the next 24 hours:

A dead agent and that this Father Joe is a big, fat fraud.

You could be right, Scully.

You could be right.

But what if you're wrong?

What are you doing?

Gonna take him for a ride. See just how psychic this Father Joe really is.

Yeah, well, have some fun.

Scully, it's gonna be me sitting next to him.

Thanks, but I've already been taken for a ride. Anyway, he doesn't want me there.

I want you here.

This isn't my life any more, Mulder.

I'm done chasing monsters in the dark. I think you've done all they've asked of you here too.

You know, no-one says you have to stay here.

These people need my help.

And I could really use yours.

Are we getting warm?

You tell us.

I don't have a clue where we are.

That's all right. Everybody works differently.

Are you the Good Cop?

I'm a non-cop.

This girl...

... this agent Bannan of yours...

... I haven't a clue of the connection.

There's always something, however small.

And who made you the expert?

I once investigated a series of cases involving unexplained phenomena for the FBI.

So you believe in these sort of things?

Let's just say I want to believe.

And his sister was abducted by E.T.

Is that true?

It was a long time ago.

She's dead...

... Isn't she? Your sister.

This is where she was taken.

Your agent.

This is where she was attacked.

I want him to see the crime scene.

No, it's...

This isn't right.

You've brought me to the wrong house.

Pulled that right out of his ass.

There were news crews out here, covering the scene. Maybe he recognized it from TV.

Yes, but why?

- Why?

- Why do it?

Why go to such great lengths to create such an elaborate fiction?

Expiation. Forgiveness of his sins.

He's written dozens of letters to the Vatican pleading re-engagement with the Church.

It's an odd way to impress the Holy See.

Voice of God speaking through a man? I think that's been a winner a few times.

So you think he's guilty too, huh?

We have to consider him a suspect.

But you've found no connection to the crime.

Don't think my guys have stopped looking. And they think they're gonna find one.

Yeah, but you don't, or I wouldn't be here.

I'm not the most popular girl in the FBI right now for pulling you in here, believe me.

I wasn't exactly Miss Popularity at the FBI myself.

But you've dealt with psychics before.

Luther Lee Boggs, Clyde Bruckman, Gerald Schnauzer.

I went through those cases. That work was extremely impressive.

Yeah well, I'm only half the team.

But it's your insights I need.

She ran way. She tried to escape.

There were two men. But she couldn't... He pushed her down.

It was here. It was right here.

And then they put her in. In the back.

- Where?

- The car. No!

It was a truck, a truck with something on.

We have to find her!

She's in pain, great, great pain.

- Tell me Where!

- I don't know. I can't see!

We need to find her!

I can't see!

'Cause he's pulling it out of his ass.

Father Joe?

Hi, Christian.

You're looking very bright-eyed this morning.

I was thinking.

Yeah? What were you thinking?

How I'm going to get out of here.

Well, you know, I'm thinking exactly the same thing.

Can I get out of here soon?

What's wrong? Has something scared you?

The way the man is looking at me.

What man?

Don't be afraid.

I was just looking for those.

I wanted to go over them myself and the results of new tests that you ordered.

That isn't really your purview, father. It's his primary physician's.

It is in my purview to see that all of my physicians are making the right choices.

For their patients and for the hospital.

Can I have the test results, please?

We are here to heal the sick...

... not prolong the ordeal of the dying.

There are other, better facilities for the boy.

I'm okay!

I'm fine.

I can feel you thinking.

Sorry. I can't sleep.

I think I have a little something for that.

Just a little something?

Thank you.

What's the matter?

I have a patient. A young boy with a rare brain disease.

And he's very, very sick

Why haven't you told me about this before?

I thought there was something I could do.

There's not?

There's radical treatments, but nobody wants to talk about those.

Even the experts say that nothing to be done.

Nothing, but...

Nothing, but let him die.

So I'm lying here, cursing God for all His cruelties.

Do you think God is losing any sleep?

Why bring a kid into the world just to make him suffer?

I don't know, Mulder. I've got such a connection with this boy.

How old is he?

You think it's because of William?

I think our son left us both with an emptiness that can't be filled.

Just go to sleep.

Let me curse God for a while.

Thank you.

Scratchy beard.

- Oh, there was something weird on the toxicology report of the severed arm.

- What?

I looked over the FBI evidence reports again.

In the tissue there were traces of a drug ...

... that's commonly given to patients who've been injured by radiation...

... and traces of a drug called acepromazine.

Why is that weird?

Acepromazine is an animal tranquilizer.

Now I can't sleep.

Mulder?

What is animal tranquilizer doing in the tissue sample of a man's severed arm?

I can't even begin to speculate.

He said he heard barking dogs.

Who?

Father Joe.

Mulder, what are you doing?

Is this a tranquilizer you might give a dog?

He's a phoney, Mulder.

He pulls these so-called visions out of thin air and now he's got you straining to connect them.

When I see a man cry tears of blood at a crime scene he recognises without ever having visited...

... I need to go out on a limb. You know what I'm saying?

Tears of blood?

Some trick, huh? How do you fake that?

- Hello?

- Doctor Scully?

I have Dakota Whitney for you.

Can you hold on a second?

I'm sorry to call at this hour.

- Has there been a break?

- Dod they find her?

We're pursuing another lead.

The same source?

Same source, new news.

It's here.

It's here. Turn up ahead. At the barn.

One more time. Ten minutes!

- Did you find her?

- No.

What did you do?

You said there was news.

The news is our psychic led us the exact same site he led us to before.

We're gonna find it.

That's what you keep saying.

We're going to find the body.

- You keep telling us she's alive.

- She is.

We can do this all night.

These guys are running on empty.

I'm sorry for bringing you out here.

Hey! Let's go fellas!

Bring it in! Let's go! Bring it in, gentlemen!

It's time to go home!

Tell me.

Tell me what you see.

I see a face.

I see eyes staring out.

Who?

Who is it?

It's unclear.

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