(Barbed wire surroundes a tall reddish-building. Going down a hallway,
we can hear screaming, moaning and indiscernible babbling. On various doors,
we see name plates like "Walter L, Robbie" and "Schalin, Scott." Under
each of the name plates is a small door through which food is passed through.
We stop at a door where the name plate reads: "Tooms, Eugene Victor." A
face appears through the small door, with evil yellowish eyes. He peers
down the hallway then sticks his hand through the slot. He reaches up towards
the latch, growling. As he sticks his arm further through, we hear a dull
pop as his shoulder dislocates. He smiles and lets out a dull sigh. His
breathing becomes slow and heavy, his hand and arm stretching out beyond
normal human proportions. His fingers actually grow until they are almost
at the lock. The main door in the hallway opens, flooding the dark hallway
with light. A man, Dr. Aaron Monte, and a security guard walk down to Tooms'
door. Monte knocks on the door.)
AARON MONTE: Eugene?
(He knocks again.)
Eugene, it's Dr. Monte.
(Hearing no answer, he signals to the security guard. The guard unlatches
the door and Monte walks inside.)
Eugene, are you asleep?
(Tooms sits up on his bed.)
EUGENE TOOMS: No.
AARON MONTE: I was on my way out and wanted to stop by and see how you
EUGENE TOOMS: Fine.
(Monte sits down.)
AARON MONTE: Good. You nervous about tomorrow? Don't be. I know you
think they won't let you out so I snuck a peek at the reports of the doctors
that will testify at your review tomorrow and they concur with my opinion
that you're ready to be released from here...
EUGENE TOOMS: Hmmm...
AARON MONTE: And rejoin the community. So...
Why don't we get some sleep and relax and I'll see you tomorrow at the
(He goes over and picks up his coat.)
Let's just keep our fingers crossed.
(He walks out and the security guard closes and latches the door. Tooms
looks up from the floor, the same evil yellowish glow as before. Slowly,
he crosses his fingers.)
(Skinner is sitting at his desk, Scully sitting at the opposite side.
The Cigarette-Smoking Man is standing behind Skinner next to the window,
SKINNER: Agent Scully, we have reviewed your reports and frankly we
are quite displeased. Irregular procedure, untenable evidence, anonymous
witnesses, inconclusive findings aggravated by vague opinion.
SCULLY: But sir, the very nature of the X-Files cases often precludes
SKINNER: Are you suggesting that the bureau adopt separate standards
for you and Agent Mulder?
SCULLY: No, sir.
SKINNER: Are you suggesting that Agent Mulder obstructs you from proper
SCULLY: No, sir. If anything, I'm suggesting that these cases be reviewed
with... an open mind.
SKINNER: Maybe your mind has become too open.
SCULLY: On X-Files cases investigated by Agent Mulder and myself to
date, we have a conviction or case solution of seventy-five percent. That's
well above the current bureau standard.
SKINNER: And that is your only saving grace.
SCULLY: May I ask, sir, what more you require?
(Skinner looks away towards the Cigarette-Smoking Man, who looks out
the window. Scully looks at the Cigarette-Smoking Man as well. Skinner
looks back at Scully.)
SKINNER: What I require is increased frequency of reports. Conventional
investigation. In short, Agent Scully, it is your responsibility to see
that these cases are by-the-book.
SCULLY: I understand, however... conventional investigation of these
cases may decrease the rate of success.
(Scully watches as the Cigarette-Smoking Man puts out his cigarette.
We hear a gavel pounding.)
JUDGE KANN: By order of the state of Maryland, the court shall review
the psychological status of Eugene Victor Tooms. We'll begin with the court-appointed
expert witnesses. The court calls Dr. Pamela Karetzky.
(Eugene Tooms is sitting at a table with a female, obviously his attorney.
A board of three judges are seated at a table at the front of the room.
Dr. Karetzky gets up and we see Mulder is sitting behind her. He looks
at his watch.)
DR. KARETZKY: I performed several diagnostic procedures on Mr. Tooms
in order to determine any organic physiological dysfunction - an electroencephalogram,
chromosomal analysis, a computerized axial tomograph. All of these were
(Cut to an overlapping picture of another doctor sitting in the chair
talking. He is reading off a paper.)
DR. COLLINS: "Mr. Tooms had recently lost his job," Parenthesis: "Baltimore
Animal Regulation" slash "Dog Catcher," close parenthesis. "Aggravated
by a false arrest incident with the FBI, his assault on Agent Scully was,"
quote, "frustration directed at the wrong person," end quote.
(Cut to another overlapping picture, this one of Dr. Aaron Monte in
the same seat.)
AARON MONTE: I'm reading from a recent interview I did with Mr. Tooms
at the Druid Hill Sanitarium. "Question: If you were released, what is
the first thing you would do? Answer: I'd like my old job back. Question:
Why? Answer: The animal shelter made me feel I was helping everyone, people
(Mulder leans back in his chair, disgusted. Monte taps his pen in time
with the emphasized words.)
So you see, what is occuring here is that Mr. Tooms is learning to articulate
his feelings and invest his emotional energy towards creative and constructive
(Tooms looks at Dr. Monte with the yellowish eyes. From Tooms' point
of view, the audio fades away and everything becomes black-and-white except
for Monte. Monte looks back at Tooms, who looks down. The audio and visual
status return to normal.)
...strategem neurotic build-up in himself.
(Tooms looks up, his eyes back to normal.)
It is my opinion that Mr. Tooms has had a very excellent response to
the months of treatment and therapy and I would see no reason why he would
be considered of any danger to himself or any member of society.
(Mulder takes the stand. He is being sworn in.)
WOMAN: Do you swear that the testimony you are about to deliver is the
truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?
MULDER: I do.
(He is seated. The prosecution attorney stands up and walks towards
PROSECUTION COUNSEL MYERS: Mr. Mulder, as an expert witness for the
state of Maryland, can you list your qualifications?
MULDER: I'm a special agent with the Federal Bureau of Investigation,
I worked for three years at the F.B.I.'s behavioral science unit profiling
DEFENSE COUNSEL NELSON: Your honor, I know where he's going this. May
I remind the court that Mr. Tooms was placed in psychiatric care solely
for the previous assault on Agent Scully. He has never been charged, nor
has any evidence linked him to another crime.
JUDGE KANN: You may proceed... with caution.
(Mulder sees Scully walk in and take a seat in the back.)
PROSECUTION COUNSEL MYERS: Agent Mulder, I understand that you've drawn
upon your experience and developed a profile on Mr. Tooms.
MULDER: Yes, I have.
PROSECUTION COUNSEL MYERS: Please.
(He motions for Mulder to show it. Mulder starts a slideshow. The first
picture is of a woman, face down.)
MULDER: These murders span nearly a century. Nineteen homicides, five
occuring every thirty years since 1903, all in the Baltimore area. In each
case, the liver was extracted and presumably eaten.
(The slides cycle through, showing various people lying face down. The
judges are disturbed by the pictures. The pictures change to knick-knacks
with a tag marked "Evidence" next to them.)
A trophy was taken, many of which were found in the living quarters
of Eugene Tooms at 66 Exeter Street. Records show that a Eugene Tooms has
resided at that same address since 1903, the same year a man was murdered
in that building.
(Scully looks down, knowing the testimony seems incredulous. The judge
looks at Mulder warily.)
Besides the liver extraction, the most notable element connecting these
cases is the undetermined point of entry. Many of the victims were found
with their windows and doors locked from the inside.
(Various fingerprints are shown in the slides.)
These elongated fingerprints found at seven of the nineteen crime sites
match Eugene Victor Tooms.
(Mulder motions to Tooms.)
JUDGE KANN: Agent Mulder! Look at his fingers. Look at him! 100 years
MULDER: I contend that perhaps through genetic mutation, Eugene Tooms
is capable of contorting and elongating his body in order to gain access
to victims so that he may extract the livers which provide him with sustenance
for the hibernation period of 30 years. He needs one more liver to complete
(Everybody finds this testimony incredulous, and slight murmuring can
be heard from the back.)
DEFENSE COUNSEL NELSON: Your honor...
MULDER: A preliminary examination done at the time of Tooms' arrest
revealed abnormalities in his striated muscles and axial bones. His attorney
blocked further study...
PROSECTION COUNSEL MYERS: Thank you, Agent Mulder!
MULDER: I must ask that you place the safety of...
JUDGE KANN: Counsel?
MULDER: ...the people first and foremost...
DEFENSE COUNSEL NELSON: No further questions, your honor.
MULDER: This is a rare and unusual human creature...
JUDGE KANN: Agent Mulder!
MULDER: ...who should not be released, but should be retained for further
JUDGE KANN: You may step down!
MULDER: If you release Eugene Tooms, he will kill again. It's in his
(The judge bangs her gavel. Cut to Mulder, sitting on a bench in the
hallway outside the courtroom. Scully walks out and over to Mulder.)
You think they would have taken me more seriously if I wore the grey
(She sits down next to him.)
SCULLY: Mulder, your testimony, you sounded so...
MULDER: I don't care how it sounded as long as it was the truth.
And where were you? Your testimony was important.
SCULLY: I was called into a meeting by Assistant Director Skinner.
MULDER: What did he want?
SCULLY: Just wanted to reel me in.
(The door opens and Prosecution Council Myers walks out.)
PROSECUTION COUNSEL MYERS: They're ready.
(Back in the courtroom, Tooms and Defense Counsel Nelson are standing.
Mulder and Scully sit in the back of the room.)
JUDGE KANN: It is the opinion of this court that Eugene Victor Tooms
shall on this daybe released from Druid Hill Sanitarium.
(Tooms smiles. Mulder sighs a heavy breath.)
The court also attaches these conditions. One, that Mr. Tooms remain
in counseling under the care of Dr. Aaron Monte; that he retain his job
at the Baltimore Regulations Animal Shelter; and last, that he take residence
in the house of Mr. and Mrs. Arlan Green...
(Mr. and Mrs. Green stand. Tooms looks back at them.)
... trained in a program to assist patients released from Druid Hill
in their transition to society.
(They nod at him.)
(He looks back at her.)
Do you understand and accept these conditions?
EUGENE TOOMS: Yes, your honor.
JUDGE KANN: Very well. You're free to go.
(She bangs her gavel again. Mulder and Scully walk out of the courtroom.)
MULDER: I'm not taking my eyes off him.
SCULLY: Mulder, wait...
MULDER: He needs to kill, he'll do it the first chance he can but he
won't kill the old couple. He won't be that obvious. Tooms didn't remain
a secret for a hundred years by not being careful. Think of him as an animal.
He'll only kill out of necessity or self-defense. If he makes an attempt,
I'll be there to stop him.
(They stop walking.)
SCULLY: Okay, well then I'll keep surveillance with you.
MULDER: No, I'll watch him. If he can't be tied to the most recent evidence,
you'll have to go back to the earlier murders to prove it was him.
SCULLY: That was thirty or sixty years ago.
MULDER: There's no statute of limitation on murder.
SCULLY: Mulder, that's going to entail unorthodox methods of investigation.
MULDER: Look, Scully, if you're resistant because you don't believe,
I'll respect that. But if you're resistant because of some bureaucratic
pressure, they've not only reeled you in. They've already skinned you.
(Tooms walks out of the courtroom followed by Mr. and Mrs. Green. Tooms
slows down a bit as he passes Mulder and Scully and smiles at them. They
keep walking, turning the next corner.)
ARLAN GREEN: I hope you'll be comfortable, Eugene. The room in the back
is small, but I'm sure you'll be able to squeeze in.
EUGENE TOOMS: I'm sure.
(Tooms steps out of his Baltimore Animal Regulation van, walks to the
back, takes out a garbage bag, puts on rubber gloves, walks a little down
the street, bends over and picks up a rat. He puts the rat in the bag and
the bag in the van. He licks the glove where he had touched the rat. He
slams the door shut and goes around to the front of the truck again. Before
he gets in, he looks over at a woman buying a cappucino at a stand. His
breathing becomes heavy and the audio goes out. His eyes turn yellowish.
As she starts walking down the street towards him, he starts walking towards
her. Everything fades to black-and-white again except for the woman. He
growls and his point of view is suddenly interrupted. He looks at the man
in front of him and sees it is Agent Mulder. He snarls at him.)
MULDER: Excuse me.
(Tooms' eyes go back to normal.)
Could you help me find my dog?
(Tooms walks back to the car and opens the door.)
He's a Norweigan Elkhound. His name is Heinrich. I use him to hunt moose.
(Tooms gets in and drives away. Mulder watches him drive by.)
(Detective Frank Briggs looks at a newspaper clipping with the headline
"Suspect Caught in Serial Killings." Under the title is a picture of Tooms.
Briggs crumples up the paper and throws it down. He rubs his forehead and
sighs. Scully is standing.)
FRANK BRIGGS: If Tooms gets away now then the next time he takes a life,
you'll be nearly my age.
SCULLY: Detective Briggs, you've helped us so much before. Now we have
to prove that Tooms was involved in the killings you investigated thirty
years ago. You've lived with this case half your life.
(She walks towards him and sits down.)
There must be something. Maybe a connection between the victims. Now,
I know that we've seen all the evidence, but is there anything, anything
at all amongst the evidence that doesn't fit?
FRANK BRIGGS: There was something that never did sit quite right with
me. All of the victims that I investigated in '63 were found at the crime
scene, liver extracted. All five.
SCULLY: As were the four most recent murders.
(Briggs wheels himself over to the bed with a box on it.)
FRANK BRIGGS: When I was a sherrif during the Powhatan Mill killings
of 1933, only four of the victims were found at the crime scene. However,
there was a fifth person who was missing and never found.
(Scully walks over to him. He takes out a piece of liver in a jar marked
But this, this was discovered at the Ruxton Chemical Plant when it was
(He hands the jar to her. She sits down.)
But it doesn't belong to the other victims.
SCULLY: That doesn't prove that it belongs to a person murdered by Tooms.
FRANK BRIGGS: I'm positive that Tooms hid this one victim because there
was something about the body that could prove he was the killer.
SCULLY: And what makes you positive?
FRANK BRIGGS: A hunch. A good old-fashioned hunch. You've got to trust
SCULLY: And what does your instincts say about where Tooms buried the
FRANK BRIGGS: In the cement where they poured the foundation of the
(A man with some sort of scanner moves the machine along the foundation
as a read-out is being printed from the machine. The rock inside the foundation
is shown on a screen. Scully and Briggs are behind a man who is watching
the screen and making notes on the print-out.)
SCULLY: Ground-penetrating radar. It bounces signals off of objects
FRANK BRIGGS: Tells you where the body is.
SCULLY: Well, it signals if something inordinate is present. An experienced
operator attempts to differentiate if the signal is a body or is stone
or a hole in the ground.
FRANK BRIGGS: Differentiate?
FRANK BRIGGS: You mean he guesses?
SCULLY: Well, it's an educated guess.
FRANK BRIGGS: Mm-hmmm.
(Scully walks over to the man at the machine.)
SCULLY: How are we doing?
OPERATOR: Well, it's really hard to tell. There are some possibilities...
very few places...
(The sound of the man's voice trails off as Briggs wheels around some
pipes and columns. He stops at a piece of the ground.)
FRANK BRIGGS: It's here. Here!
(He points at the ground as Scully and a few men run around the corner.)
MAN: What is it?
FRANK BRIGGS: It's here. It's right here!
(Tooms puts an unidentifyable roadkill of some sort into another garbage
bag. As he stands up, a man in a blue trenchcoat walks by. Tooms turns
to look at him. He gets in the back of the van and watches the man get
in his car. His eyes turn yellow and the noises of the crowd fade away.
Everything fades to black-and-white but the man. Tooms slams the door shut
and watches him through the glass.)
(A man with a jackhammer digs through the foundation at the part Briggs
pointed out. Scully, Briggs, and various men watch. They all have protective
earpieces and safety goggles. He stops and another man bends down with
an air hose, blowing away the loose dirt.)
AIR HOSE MAN: Agent Scully? Look at this.
(Scully takes off her earpieces and goes over to the spot. Scully bends
down and pushes away the dirt with a brush. Briggs goes over as well. Looking
closely, Scully sees that there are three bone fingers, one with a silver
ring on it.)
(The man in the blue trenchcoat pulls up in his car at a house. Tooms
pulls up in his van, followed by Mulder in his car. Inside the house, the
man, Frank Ranford, is in a sweatshirt looking at data charts on his computer.
His wife, Christine, is standing next to him.)
CHRISTINE RANFORD: Robotoddler's finally asleep. I'm going to go to
FRANK RANFORD: Okay.
(She walks out of the room. Outside, we hear a dog barking. Mulder is
sleeping, but a passing car wakes him up. He looks at his watch and gets
out of the car. He goes to the Baltimore Animal Regulation van and shines
his flashlight in the front seat. He goes to the back of the van, opens
the door, and shines his flashlight in. He looks out and runs off to the
house. Under the van, we see the manhole cover close. Inside the bathroom,
Christine Ranford fixes her hair. She blows her nose and goes over to the
toilet. Looking in, she sees the water is green and bubbling. Mulder skulks
around outside. In the bathroom, Christine tries to unclog the toilet.
The toilet flushes and the baby starts crying.)
CHRISTINE RANFORD: I'm coming, honey. Mommy's right here. Shh, shh.
(She goes out of the bathroom. The wire on the tool she was using starts
being pulled down the toilet drain. Frank is still typing on his keyboard.
Christine comes in wearing gloves.)
(She goes to pull out the wire but it is pulled back in. She yanks it
again, pulling it out this time. She starts to walk out, but turns around,
puts the lid down and latches the child-proof lock. We see Mulder searching
outside and Frank writing something down. Tooms skulks around to the side
of the house. His fingers slide under the small hole between the window
and the windowledge. He pulls open the window. As Frank continues typing,
Tooms, covered with sludge, puts his foot through the iron bars on the
window and steps on the desk. He struggles to pull himself through. He
gets through, growls, and moves off towards his prey. Frank pulls a paper
out of a desk drawer as yellow eyes watch him. The area around Frank grows black-and-white,
and all we can hear is heavy breathing. Frank sits down at his computer.
Mulder spots marks, hand prints, on the windowsill. He hurries off towards
the house and knocks on the door. Christine calls to her husband.)
Would you go down and get that?
(Frank sighs and closes the door behind him. He goes down and moves
the curtain away, looking through the door. Mulder is standing there, holding
(Frank opens the door.)
I suspect an intruder in your house.
FRANK RANFORD: What?
(Mulder walks into the room, followed by Christine and Frank. Frank
points at the open window.)
Someone opened my window.
(Mulder walks over to the window and shines his flashlight outside.
He looks down at the windowsill and sees the same handprints as before,
this time from the inside. He rushes out the front door and sees that the
van has gone, the manhole that was under it releasing steam.)
(Doctor Collins and Scully walk in and over to the block of cement containing
the skeleton, which was apparently dug up.)
DR. PLITH: I suspect the year of death to be in the mid-1930ís. The
anterior surface of the right femur was green indicating a long-term exposure
to copper. So we concentrated on the area and we found several pennies.
(They walk over to his desk, where he picks up a few pennies and shows
them to Scully.)
1933, í31, 1933...
SCULLY: Can you determine the cause of death? My instinct says that
burial in cement is murder.
DR. PLITH: Ah, no. At the moment, I have found no definite proof of
murder. There are gnawing marks near the ribs, however, I suspect thatís
the result of rodent activity prior to the body being set in cement. Weíll
need to see much more of the remains to determine cause of death. As you
know, itís a slow but necessary process. Uh, I did try a little something.
Itís a little premature if weíre going to go by-the-book.
SCULLY: Well, weíll keep it off the record.
DR. PLITH: Good, thank you.
(He walks over to a computer. Scully follows.)
The old man, Briggs, he gave me a photograph of the missing person in
1933 suspected of being a murder victim. I ran a computer-assisted photographic
superimposition on what we have of the skull.
(He holds up a picture of a man with glasses.)
Now, this is not official... but that skeleton was that person.
(He holds up a picture, half of which is the skull, half of which is
the man. The basic structures seem to match.)
(Mulder is looking at the picture. He is in the driverís seat, Scullyís
in the passenger seat.)
MULDER: Itís not enough. It doesnít tie it to Tooms.
SCULLY: Well, itís a start.
(Mulder nods. Scully looks at the various take-out food trays.)
Mulder, itís getting a bit ripe in here, donít you think?
(Mulder reaches over into the glove compartment, pulls out an air freshener,
and tears off the wrapper. He holds it up.)
(He smells it, then puts it in front of Scullyís nose.)
(He hangs it on the rear-view mirror. He sniffs the air.)
(He exhales. Scully looks at him, a slight smile.)
Tooms hasnít come out of the house all day. I sat through a Phillies
game, an Orioles game, and four hours of Ba-Ba-Booey. When it got dark,
I took a walk around the block. Do you have that sandwich that I asked
you to bring?
(Scully digs through a paper bag and pulls out a sandwich.)
SCULLY: Itís liverwurst.
(He opens up the wrapper.)
SCULLY: Mulder, you know that proper surveillance requires two pairs
of agents, one pair relieving the other after twelve hours.
MULDER: Article 30, paragraph 8.7?
SCULLY: This isnít about doing it by the book. This is about you not
having slept for three days. Mulder, youíre going to get sloppy and youíre
going to get hurt. Itís inevitable at this point.
MULDER: A request for other agents to stake-out Tooms would be denied.
Then we have no grounds.
SCULLY: Well, then Iíll stay here. You go home.
MULDER: Theyíre out to put an end to the X-Files, Scully. I donít know
why, but any excuse will do. Now, I donít really care about my record,
but youíd be in trouble just for sitting in this car and Iíd hate to see
you to carry an official reprimand in your file because of me.
(Mulder laughs. Scully looks at him.)
MULDER: And I... I even made my parents call me Mulder. So... Mulder.
SCULLY: Mulder, I wouldnít put myself on the line for anybody but you.
(They look at each other.)
MULDER: If thereís an ice tea in that bag, could be love.
(She takes out the drink.)
SCULLY: Must be fate, Mulder. Root beer.
(Mulder kiddingly sighs.)
Youíre delirious. Go home and get some sleep.
(Mulder hands her the sandwich.)
MULDER: Here. Take my sandwich, I only had one bite. Youíre gonna want
it later, believe me. And youíll call me if anything happens, immediately.
Iíll be here.
(She starts to get out of the car.)
Oh, and 11:30, station 790, Pete Rose Late Night Sports Talk Radio Show.
(He nods grinning. Scully, grinning in a half-doubting-his-sanity sort
of way, gets out of the car and walks away. We hear a dog barking.)
SCULLY: Wouldnít miss it for the world.
(Mulder starts the car. We see the trunk latch shut before he drives
away. Scully gets in the car and looks at the sandwich.)
(Mulder is asleep on the couch. "The Fly" is on TV. In it, Jeff Goldblum
walks out of his chamber with a black cloth over his head.)
NURSE ON TV: It has worked, hasnít it? Youíll be all right now. I know
(She pulls the black hood off Jeff Goldblumís head to reveal a flyís
head. She screams as dramatic music plays. Mulder sleeps soundly through
it all. A screw on the air vent loosens, squeaking.)
No! No! Nooo!!!!
(The screw falls to the floor. The next one starts turning and squeaking.
Mulder wakes up and the screw stops turning. He goes back to sleep and
the screw falls out. Tooms steps in and looks at Mulder, yellow eyes blazing.
He puts his finger to his face and pushes in. Blood pours down his face.
He drags the blood down his cheek with his finger. He groans.)
(Tooms is sitting on an examination table. Detective Talbot takes down
notes as Doctor Richmond looks at him.)
DETECTIVE TALBOT: Yeah, they found him out cold in the street.
DR. RICHMOND: Heís been beaten up pretty badly. Contusions, multiple
lacerations. Shoulderís been pulled right out of joint. Letís get him prepped
for some blood work and x-rays.
MALE NURSE: Yes, doctor.
(She looks at his face. We see Toomsí face now, bloodied in various
places. A shoeprint is on his face.)
DR. RICHMOND: Heís been kicked in the jaw and it may be fractured. Look,
thereís a partial shoeprint.
DETECTIVE TALBOT: I want to get a photo of that, we might be able to
find the shoe that matches it later.
DR. RICHMOND: Do you know who did this to you?
(Tooms mouths some words. The doctor leans in and Tooms is barely audible,
so much that he cannot be understood.)
Weíll be right back, Mr. Tooms.
(She goes to the back room with Talbot.)
Says itís an F.B.I. agent named Mulder.
DETECTIVE TALBOT: So would you say heís delusional or just schizophrenic?
DR. RICHMOND: Well, itís just a cursory exam, but thereís nothing to
(Tooms snaps his shoulder back into place with a resounding pop. He
(Mulder is awakened by a knock on the door. He gets up and opens it.
Talbot shows him his badge.)
DETECTIVE TALBOT: Agent Mulder?
(Talbot comes in followed by a police officer. Talbot motions for the
officer to check out the back room where the couch is.)
Whatís going on?
(Mulder follows the officer and sees him kneel over and pick up a pair
of Mulderís sneakers.)
Whatís this about?
DETECTIVE TALBOT: Agent Mulder, get your things. Youíre in some trouble.
(The officer and Talbot start out the door. Mulder starts to follow
when he steps on something metallic, hearing a click. He bends down and
picks up the screw from the air vent. He looks at the vent and sees it
is missing a screw.)
(Skinner walks from the door to his desk, around Mulder and Scully,
both are seated. The Cigarette-Smoking Man is seated off to the side.)
SKINNER: These are serious allegations, Agent Mulder, the evidence is
MULDER: A good forensic scientist would know that there is not only
a shoe print but also an impact point from inside the shoe. An indepth
analysis of Toomsí injury would show that my foot was not inside the shoe
at the time of impact.
SKINNER: Mulder, are you suggesting that Tooms is framing you?
MULDER: Of course.
SKINNER: If indeed you were engaged in an unauthorized round-the-clock
surviellance of Tooms, how could he possibly gain access to your shoe without
you seeing him?
(Mulder goes to speak, but Scully cuts him off.)
SCULLY: Sir? I was engaged in the unauthorized surveillance as well
and Agent Mulder was orienting me on the situation at the time Tooms was
admitted into the hospital. Agent Mulder could not have done it because
he was with me.
SKINNER: Agent Scully, you wouldnít be lying in me, would you?
SCULLY: Sir, I would expect you to place the same trust in me as I do
SKINNER: Agent Scully, may I have a word with Agent Mulder, please?
(Scully looks at Mulder, sighs, and leaves. The Cigarette-Smoking Man
lights a cigarette. Skinner gets up, takes off his glasses and walks around
Fox, you are one of the finest, most unique agents in the nearly sixty-year
history of this institution.
(He sits down where Scully was sitting.)
I mean, we were talking about you when you were in the academy. Now,
most of us, including the director, feel that your talents are wasted on
the X-Files but we respect that youíre deeply invested in those areas.
But if these areas are creating such stress as to not only cause you to
act inappropriately but those agents close to you as well then may I advise
you to step away... for a while. Clear your head, take an extended vacation.
MULDER: Thatís a good idea. Thanks for your concern.
(Skinner looks at the Cigarette-Smoking Man, who takes a drag. He gets
up, sighs, goes back around his desk and puts on his glasses.)
SKINNER: Youíre forbidden to go near Eugene Tooms.
(Mulder gets up and goes to the door.)
(Mulder stops. The Cigarette-Smoking Man crosses to Skinner.)
This was close. Any closer and a thousand friends at the capitol wonít
be able to help you.
(Mulder is looking at an x-ray of Toomsí dental x-rays.)
SCULLY: These are Eugene Toomsí dental x-rays obtained from the Druid
Hill Sanitarium. Your sandwich the other night gave me an idea. Dr. Plith
had mentioned that he found gnawing on the rib cage near the location of
(They walk over to the skeleton in cement.)
Further excavation revealed more pronounced bite marks, human teeth
MULDER: Tooms will never voluntarily submit to a dental cast.
(Scully walks over to Dr. Plith, who is seated at the computer, and
sits down. Mulder follows.)
SCULLY: This software can create an exact three-dimensional model of
Toomsí mouth from the dental radiograph.
(A three-dimensional image appears of Toomsí mouth on the computer,
followed by a 3-D image of the bitten rib.)
DR. PLITH: Weíve also mapped out the bite marks on the skeletonís rib...
(He points out the bite marks on the image. He presses a few buttons
and the jaws appear above and below the bone. The areas around the bites
and teeth blink green.)
(Tooms is tearing up newspaper at his desk to make his nest when there
is a knocking at the door. Arlan Green comes in followed by Dr. Monte.)
ARLAN GREEN: Eugene, Doctor Monte.
AARON MONTE: Hi, Eugene. I just wanted to stop by and see how everything
ARLAN GREEN: Susan and I are going out for the evening. See you later.
(He shakes Monteís hand.)
AARON MONTE: Thanks.
Great place. Wonderful place. How are you feeling?
(Toomsí breathing becomes erratic. The color fades out of the room and
Monte is no longer audible. Monte sits on the bed. Suddenly, it all goes
back to normal.)
Why the newspaper strips, Eugene? Are you making some paper-mache?
EUGENE TOOMS: Yes.
AARON MONTE: Thatís terrific. Wonderful, I had no idea you were interested
EUGENE TOOMS: I like art.
AARON MONTE: I do too and Iím very proud of you.
(Tooms goes to the door and his eyes turn yellow.)
You know, art can provide a window to your thoughts and your feelings...what
are you doing, Eugene?
(Tooms closes the door.)
Eugene? Are you alright?
(We hear a short scream, a bang, and a long scream. Obviously, Monte
is the one screaming. Mulder and Scully pull up to the house. They get
out and Mulder knocks on the door. Mulder opens the door and they go inside.
They go into Toomsí room. Mulder tries the light switch, but it does not
work. He takes out his flashlight. We see a bloody hand laying across the
top of a chair.)
MULDER: That makes five.
(He walks over to the desk and picks up a piece of bloody newspaper.)
Heís building his nest. Thirty year hibernation.
SCULLY: Where would he go?
MULDER: Where heís gone for the last ninty years, 66 Exeter Street.
SCULLY: No, I already checked on that. They tore down that apartment
building he lived in.
MULDER: Whatís there now?
(A giant shopping mall with the words "City Square" is in place of the
run-down apartment building. A security guard unlocks the door for Mulder
(They walk through, both carrying flashlights.)
Heís got to be here.
SCULLY: If he is drawn to this location for some reason, maybe this
nest is in the approximate location of his previous nest.
This is the area. Thereís a storage facility on the second floor.
(Mulder starts up the escalator but stops and turns around, shining
the light at Scully.)
(Mulder shines the light down at the door leading to under the escalator
for utility purposes. They open up the door.)
Thereís only room for one.
(Scully starts to take off her trenchcoat, but Mulder stops her.)
MULDER: You can get the next mutant.
(Mulder takes off his coat and tie, unbuttons the top of his shirt,
puts his gun in the holster and, flashlight in hand, climbs down into the
crawlspace. He shines the flashlight down on the floor and sees some traces
of bile. He takes out his gun and starts crawling through the passage.
He shakes off a grate and continues on his way. Down the passageway, we
can barely make out the same kind of nest that he previously had: a yellowish
SCULLY: (off in distance) Mulder?
(Scully shines her flashlight down into the hole, trying to see Mulder.
Mulder shuffles through left-over newspaper and comes right up to the nest.
Mulder inspects the nest closer and sees a tiny hole with bile dripping
off of it. Suddenly, a hand bursts through and grabs Mulderís shoulder.
Mulder drops the gun as he starts to be pushed into the nest. He breaks
free and Tooms tears through the rest of the hole, naked, covered in bile,
yellow eyes, growling.)
(off in distance) Mulder!
(He charges at Mulder but is smashed in the face by the flashlight.
A quick backhand with the flashlight sends Tooms down. Mulder shimmies
down the vent, closely followed by Tooms. Mulder comes to the opening and
Scully offers her hand to pull him up.)
Mulder! Mulder, here! Quick, grab my hand! Come on! Just a little...
(Before he can do so, Tooms, growling, grabs his ankle and pulls him
back into the hole. Mulder struggles to not get pulled in. He kicks Tooms
in the face and grabs Scullyís hand. Scully pulls him up as Tooms struggles
to get out. Mulder jumps forward and presses a button, turning the elevator
on. Tooms screams and is dragged under. Blood rolls up on the stairs. Mulder
and Scully watch as they recover from their ordeal.)
(Skinner looks at the file for Tooms. A picture and fingerprints are
on a paper. He closes the file, which reads on the cover:
Bureau file number: X 129202
Eugene Victor Tooms - Closed")
SKINNER: You read this report?
(The Cigarette-Smoking Man walks towards the window. Skinner looks at
Do you believe them?
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: Of course I do.
(Mulder is looking at a caterpillar cocoon hanging off a branch. Scully
walks up next to him.)
SCULLY: Okay, letís go.
MULDER: Itís amazing how things change, isnít it?
(Scully looks at the cocoon.)
SCULLY: The caterpillar?
MULDER: No, a change for us. Itís coming.
SCULLY: How do you know?
MULDER: A hunch.
(He walks away. Scully looks at the caterpillar, turns and follows.)