(Night at an old nursing home. Person enters the building. Two male orderlies, UPSHAW and TIERNAN, are watching a boxing match featuring Mike Tyson on TV.)
TV ANNOUNCER: Danelle was an outstanding high school basketball player...
TIERNAN: (air-boxing) Come on, man. Come on. Come on, now. Put Ďem down Ö put Ďem down! Ow! (playfully punches UPSHAW)
UPSHAW: (doesnít want to box) Hey, man, watch it.
TIERNAN: Come on, Upshaw. Come on, you and me, buddy! Letís go!
UPSHAW: Youíre a moron, Tiernan.
TIERNAN: (still boxing) Come on. Letís go!
(NURSE CHARTERS, 30ís, no nonsense type, has entered the room and looks at the two men with disgust.)
NURSE CHARTERS: Youíre both morons, as far as Iím concerned. Now whoís watching the floor?
UPSHAW: Whatís his name, the Skink.
TIERNAN: Guess who died this afternoon? Mrs. Richardson.
UPSHAW: (chuckles) Face plant, in a bowl of pudding.
NURSE CHARTERS: I donít suppose either of you changed her room.
UPSHAW: Oh, no. We left that for you.
(She gives them a humorless smile, and picks up some sheets.)
TIERNAN: (back into game) Ow!
TV ANNOUNCER: Mike Tyson, a disciple of Costanaro Ö
(NURSE CHARTERS leaves the orderlies and enters HAL and STANís room. The two elderly residents of the home are also watching the fight.)
NURSE CHARTERS: Okay. Partyís over, gents. (She turns off the TV.)
STAN: (whining) Whyíd you do that?
NURSE CHARTERS: ĎCause rules are rules, Stan. And Iím the Queen Bitch around here.
HAL: Gung said we could watch the rest of the fight.
NURSE CHARTERS: Well, do I look like Gung to you?
HAL: No. You got a better figure. (his hand is on her butt)
NURSE CHARTERS: You want to keep that hand, Hal, you better let go.
HAL: How about a little sponge bath?
NURSE CHARTERS: How about I take care of these wandering hands of yours? Come here.
(She straps HAL down to the bed with velcro arm bands.)
HAL: You like strapping me down, donít you?
NURSE CHARTERS: (sarcastically) Oh, yeah. I really get off on it.
(HAL chuckles as she leaves the room. STAN looks over at his friend sadly.)
(In the hall, NURSE CHARTERS passes GUNG, a quiet looking Asian orderly.)
NURSE CHARTERS: Hey, Gung. No TV after 9:00. Do you understand?
GUNG: Dr. Grago said theyíre getting better so Ö
NURSE CHARTERS: Oh, getting better. Right. Thatís because they donít pinch his butt every time he walks into the room.
(GUNG watches her go, then continues down the hall.)
(NURSE CHARTERS removes the "Mrs. Richardson" nameplate from a door and goes into the empty room. She begins straightening up the room, making the bed. Suddenly, the door slams, and the bed is slammed up against the door, blocking it. NURSE CHARTERS goes to the bed and tries to pull it out of the way, but an unseen force flips her onto the bed. The velcro arm straps open. She is then flipped onto her back and the straps close around her wrists. (Camera close on her face as she screams in fear and in pain.)
NURSE CHARTERS: No! Somebody help me! Somebody, please! Please! Please! Please!
(Hall shot outside the room. No one is there. NURSE CHARTERS' screams continue.)
NURSE CHARTERS: Help me! Please, help me! (screams)
(Early morning. MULDER enters dark X-Files office and stares at SCULLY who is sitting at his desk watching a video tape. He was obviously not expecting her to be there before him.)
SCULLY: (glancing over her shoulder) Good morning.
MULDER: Whatever tape you found in that VCR, it isnít mine.
SCULLY: Good. Because I put it back in that drawer with all those other videos that arenít yours.
(MULDER crosses behind her and sees that the video is of NURSE CHARTERS. Her face is bruised.)
MULDER: Well, this definitely isnít mine.
SCULLY: No. This is Michelle Charters. Sheís a registered nurse at a convalescent home in Worchester, Massachusetts.
MULDER: What happened to her?
SCULLY: According to Miss Charters, she was raped. The abrasions and contusions here would be consistent with her claims as would be the medical report which cites the kind of injury and tearing associated with sexual trauma.
MULDER: Where did you get this? Violent Crimes?
SCULLY: No. The woman made the video herself. It seems that no one will believe her story.
MULDER: Why not?
SCULLY: Because she claims to have been raped by an invisible entity. A spirit being.
MULDER: I have several X-Files that document similar cases. (Goes to file cabinet and opens it)
SCULLY: I know. Iíve been here since 6:00 this morning going through them.
MULDER: Well, then you none of them have ever been substantiated.
SCULLY: Not surprisingly.
MULDER: Given the emotional and psychological violence of rape, the face or identity of the attacker is often blurred or erased from memory. That he could be perceived as invisible is a logical leap for me.
SCULLY: Yes. But this case is different.
SCULLY: The victim has filed a lawsuit against the government. She seems to be certain who the spirit being is.
(NURSE CHARTERS living room. MULDER and SCULLY interviewing NURSE CHARTERS who is still bruised.)
NURSE CHARTERS: Mr. Arden. Hal Arden.
SCULLY: And you know him Ö?
NURSE CHARTERS: Heís been a patient where I work for about five years.
MULDER: Miss Charters, the facts of your case seem to contravene those of other cases we have on file.
NURSE CHARTERS: (bitter) Right. You mean the other Woman-Raped-by-Invisible-Man cases?
MULDER: How do you know it was him who attacked you?
NURSE CHARTERS: He made advances toward me. And he said things Ė rude things. Look, when you bathe somebody every day for five years you get to know more about them than you really need to. And an old man smells a certain way and he feels a certain way.
SCULLY: I know this is hard for you.
NURSE CHARTERS: This is the easy part. You see, hard is not being able to get disability leave or workmanís comp and having to go back to work with this Ö guy.
SCULLY: To continue our investigation weíre going to need some kind of evidence Ė physical or Ö
NURSE CHARTERS: Yeah, I know. Iíve heard it. Unless you have hair or semen or fibers you guys canít build a case.
MULDER: Thatís right.
NURSE CHARTERS: Look, I didnít make this up, okay? I was attacked. And Iím not some kind of shrinking violet who would repress the memory of a rapistís face. If I could positively ID him or give you something to incriminate the man, I would.
(Nursing home. Bathroom. MULDER and SCULLY watch as HAL gets out of the tub. GUNG wraps a towel around him.)
HAL: Youíve got to be kidding me. (chuckles) And what do I think about her claims? I should be in the Guinness Record Book. Iím 74 years old. Iíve got plumbing older than this building. Hmmm?
(HAL holds open towel exposing himself. SCULLY stares for a second, then turns away slightly. MULDER looks, and nods with a little grin.)
HAL: And it donít work much better, either.
MULDER: Thank you for sharing. Are you aware youíre being named in a lawsuit against the federal government?
HAL: I am?
SCULLY: Did you ever threaten Miss Charters?
HAL: (doesnít hear her) What?
SCULLY: (louder) Did you ever threaten Miss Charters?
HAL: Threaten? It was harmless, for crying out loud. Ever since this *sex harassment* fad, men canít say whatís on their minds.
(MULDER gives SCULLY a look and smiles which she misses.)
SCULLY: She says you made advances.
HAL: (again, not hearing) Hmm?
SCULLY: (louder) Advances?
HAL: If I told you you were a very pretty woman and I would like to show you some affection, would you be offended? Huh?
(SCULLY doesnít quite know how to answer. She and MULDER look at each other. HAL suddenly looks up at MULDER apologetically.)
HAL: Oh, I didnít mean to step on your toes there.
MULDER: (looking quickly at HAL, surprised, then quickly) Itís all right. There seems to be some confusion here.
HAL: Yeah. I though Nurse Whatís-Her-Name said she was rogered by a ghost. I may have one foot in the grave, but I certainly canít fly down hallways spreading amour.
MULDER: (loudly) Apparently not.
HAL: (chuckling as GUNG leads him out of the bathroom) If thatís what itís like Ö if thatís what itís like in heaven, Lord, take me now. (GUNG and HAL exit.)
SCULLY: What do you think, Mulder?
MULDER: (grinning at her) About the guyís plumbing?
SCULLY: About his story.
MULDER: I think this will turn out to be a huge waste of time just like all the other X-Files on entity rape. Unsubstantiated phenomena.
SCULLY: But in a substantiated crime.
(As they leave, STAN and UPSHAW enter for STANís bath.)
UPSHAW: Hey, pay attention. Or you can take another bath with your clothes on. At five and a half bucks an hour I donít give a rat's ass either way.
(Outside the home. MULDER and SCULLY walking with MS. DAWSON, tall, blonde, confident, impersonal director of the Excelsius Dei Home.)
MS. DAWSON: Ten years ago, Excelsius was a leading facility in care and treatment of the elderly. Then government funding was cut till weíre all but shut down. Only a few wings are operational now.
SCULLY: Is there still a medical staff?
MS. DAWSON: Not on site. Dr. Grego visits three times a week. Excelsius residents are very well looked after, though. We hold ourselves to a high standard of health maintenance and treatment.
SCULLY: What kind of treatment?
MS. DAWSON: Weíve always specialized in the care of the late-life degenerative diseases Ė Alzheimerís, Parkinsonís.
MULDER: We met with a patient today.
MS. DAWSON: We prefer "resident," actually.
MULDER: We met a *resident* who was described to us as having Alzheimerís but he actually seemed quite spry and alert.
MS. DAWSON: Youíre speaking of Hal Arden, the man accused of assaulting Michelle Charters.
SCULLY: Was he receiving special treatment?
MS. DAWSON: Youíd have to speak to Dr. Grago. Hal has been here almost eight years now. Weíre all quite fond of him. We were extremely dismayed over this whole business with the lawsuit.
SCULLY: Are you saying you donít believe Nurse Chartersí allegations of rape?
MS. DAWSON: Thereís something Iíd like to show you.
(In STAN and HALís room. STAN at the window watches the agents and the director walking inside.)
STAN: What did you tell them?
HAL: I didnít tell them anything.
STAN: Why are they still here?
HAL: I donít know, Stan.
STAN: Now you got to be more careful.
HAL: I am careful.
STAN: Youíre going to ruin it for all of us. They find out, it all goes for nothing.
HAL: I didnít tell them anything.
STAN: Iím not going to die in this Godforsaken hole, you hear me?
HAL: Oh, bug off, Stan.
(STAN opens a drawer and takes a brown capsule.)
HAL: Whereíd you get that?
STAN: I know where he keeps them.
HAL: Give me one, Stan. Huh? I want another one, too.
STAN: You canít handle another one.
HAL: Oh yeah? Maybe Iíll just rat you out, then. Huh? How would you like that?
(Later. MULDER and SCULLY in DAWSONís office. MS. DAWSON pulls out a file and gives it to SCULLY.)
SCULLY: This is Michelle Chartersí?
MS. DAWSON: There are three separate insurance claims for accidents received on the job. In April, she went to the State Board and requested leave with full pay due to job-related emotional stress. The request was summarily rejected. Thereís more Ö
SCULLY: Iíd like to review it myself, if thatís okay?
MS. DAWSON: Certainly.
MULDER: Ms. Dawson, did you get a chance to see Michelle after the incident? To see the extent of her injuries?
MS. DAWSON: I wasnít here the night it happened but I did see her the following day.
MULDER: Then you know how badly she was hurt.
MS. DAWSON: Yes.
MULDER: In your opinion, do you think she staged the attack?
(Knock at the door.)
TIERNAN: Excuse me, Ms. Dawson? We need help. Mr. Ardenís choking to death!
(MULDER, SCULLY, and MS. DAWSON follow TIERNAN.)
(In STAN and HALís room. HAL lies gasping on the bed. It looks like his throat is being constricted. STAN stands beside him)
STAN: See? See what happened? I told you you couldnít handle any more.
(MULDER, SCULLY and the others rush into the room)
SCULLY: Call 911. Hal. Can you speak? (no response) I think this manís in ventricular fibrillation. I need 75 milligrams of Lidocaine and one amp of Amphinephrine. Stat.
SCULLY: And get me a defibrillator!
TIERNAN: (running out of the room) Okay.
SCULLY: Heís turning cyanotic. Come on, Hal. You gotta help me.
MULDER: Come on, Hal.
MS. DAWSON: One, two, three, four, five.
UPSHAW: The ambulance is on the way!
SCULLY: Iím losing him. Whatís taking them so long?
MS. DAWSON: Heís not responding! Still no pulse. Whereís that crash cart!
(BODY is wheeled out of the nursing home to an ambulance. DOCTOR GREGO, late 40ís, watches with MULDER and SCULLY.)
DOCTOR GREGO: Hal Ardenís been my patient since he came here eight years ago. This really is a setback.
SCULLY: A setback?
DOCTOR GREGO: Hal was part of a group of Alzheimerís patients Iíve been treating for 11 months.
SCULLY: But Alzheimerís isnít treatable.
DOCTOR GREGO: Itís an experimental drug called Depranil Ė an enzyme inhibitor that increases the amount of acetylcholine in the brain.
SCULLY: Iíve read about it, but Iíve also read that the clinical benefits are marginal at best.
DOCTOR GREGO: Yes, but these patients seem to be proving otherwise. Theyíve demonstrated cognitive abilities well beyond anything thatís been reported.
MULDER: So he was actually getting better?
DOCTOR GREGO: Before he started receiving the drug he could hardly complete a sentence.
(MULDER and SCULLY look at each other.)
DOCTOR GREGO: (slightly embarrassed) Look, thereís not much to get excited about in my work. Most of these people are on the downhill slide. If I can make them comfortable, maybe prolong a life, thatís about all they expect. But to reverse an illness.
SCULLY: Would it be possible for us to take a look at other patients in your test group?
DOCTOR GREGO: Sure, if you want to.
(Ambulance drives away. MULDER watches NURSE CHARTERS watch it go.)
(STAN watches from the window, then turns to take another dose of the brown pills. GUNG enters the room and catches him.)
GUNG: Where did you get that?
STAN: It was Halís. Since heís not here anymore, why canít I have it?
GUNG: Because you have enough. What I give you is enough. Itís our secret.
(STAN takes the pills. GUNG disapproves.)
STAN: Oh, come on, Gung. Itís making me better.
GUNG: (adamant) Too much is very bad Very bad. No more for you.
(Day room at the nursing home. MULDER and SCULLY and DOCTOR GREGO watch the residents, all very active. DOROTHY, eighty-something, moves around the room in her wheelchair directing imaginary people into position for LEO, at a table with paper and pen, to draw a picture. No one pays attention to DOROTHY, but she doesnít seem to notice.)
DOROTHY: I want you to stand behind Ben, Eddie, because Benís taller, and I want Ö (continues)
DOCTOR GREGO: (quietly pointing to LEO) That man there --- thatís Leo Kreutzer. During the Depression he was a WPA artist. Quite a good one too, Iím told.
DOROTHY: ÖHello, Mabel, donít you look lovely. Ö.
MULDER: (quietly) Is he receiving the same treatments as Hal Arden?
DOCTOR GREGO: Yes. When he came to us he couldnít draw a circle. Now, you can see for yourself.
(LEO rapidly draws as DOROTHY keeps positioning imaginary people.)
DOROTHY: ÖBecause youíre taller I want you to stand behind Ben.
DOCTOR GREGO: Youíll have to excuse me, Iím already well behind on rounds.
SCULLY: Can I get a copy of Hal Ardenís autopsy results?
DOCTOR GREGO: Of course.
SCULLY: Thank you.
(MULDER has crossed over to LEO.)
MULDER: May I sit down, Leo? (no response)
SCULLY: Leo, weíre with the FBI. We have some questions that weíd like to ask you.
DOROTHY: (to MULDER and SCULLY) Leoís a brilliant artist, you know. Donít be so modest, Leo. President Kennedy has one of his paintings in the White House.
SCULLY: Dr. Grago tells us that you havenít been able to work in years. That the medicine has improved Ö
LEO: (interrupting gruffly) It ainít the medication.
SCULLY: What is it then?
UPSHAW: Okay, Rembrandt. 6:00. Dinner time.
TIERNAN: (grabbing DOROTHYís wheelchair) Come on, Dorothy. Legs up and straight ahead. Donít want you getting a flat tire.
DOROTHY: Wait, Leoís not finished with us.
TIERNAN: Leo can finish with you later.
DOROTHY: He still has to draw the rest.
TIERNAN: (wheeling her out) Heíll do it later, honey.
UPSHAW: (taking pen from LEO) Come on, Leo. Donít make me embarrass you in front of your friends.
(The orderlies take the residents out of the room.)
MULDER: (disgusted) Come on, Scully. Letís get out of here.
(SCULLY looks at the Picassoesque picture that LEO was drawing.)
(Later, MULDER and SCULLY enter hotel lobby.)
SCULLY: Ö.to find not just the treatment but a cure for Alzheimerís. Do you realize how important that would be?
MULDER: (bitter) If it would keep anybody out of a place like that it would be important enough. I wouldnít say those people were exactly cured.
SCULLY: Any progress at all Ö
MULDER: Well, I hope someoneís making some progress Ďcause weíre going home with a big goose egg. (to hotel clerk) Checking out of room 206 and 210, please.
CLERK: (taking their keys) Certainly, sir. (to other clerk) Angelo?
SCULLY: What if thereís a connection?
MULDER: Between the rape case and the Alzheimerís? (very close to her, quietly) When theyíre not drawing childlike pictures theyíre brutal sex offenders?
SCULLY: Dr. Gragoís therapy produces acetylcholine. Too much cholinergic activity causes a phychotic state similar to schizophrenia.
MULDER: You think that Michelle Charters was raped by an 74-year-old schizophrenic?
SCULLY: Itís possible.
MULDER: An *invisible* 74-year-old schizophrenic?
SCULLY: Well, maybe itís not in the medication. Maybe itís the place itself.
MULDER: Are you saying that the buildingís haunted? (smiles and laughs, quietly) If you are, youíve been working with me for too long, Scully.
SCULLY: Iím talking about an environmental reason behind whatís happening there. Even the disinfectant couldnít mask that smell. Who knows whatís breeding behind the walls or in the sub-structure. Some fungal contaminants have been known to cause delusions, dementia, violent behaviourÖ
MULDER: Why wouldnít it have affected the other residents?
SCULLY: Maybe it has.
MULDER: I-I think youíre looking too hard, Scully, for something thatís not there. I think Michelle Charters concocted this story to get out of a job she hates.
SCULLY: Her lip required 13 stitches. The blow to her head resulted in a subdural hematoma. Thatís quite a concoction. Look, I just want to talk to a few more patients there. We can catch the same flight out tomorrow night.
(MULDER looks at her and considers.)
(Nursing home. DOROTHYís room. TIERNAN is feeding her. She doesnít want to eat.)
TIERNAN: This is gourmet fare. Be a good girl and open wide.
DOROTHY: No. Please donít. Please, donít.
TIERNAN: Open wide. Open up, honey.
DOROTHY: Please donít. I donít want Ö
(He pushes the food in her mouth, she spits it back out.)
TIERNAN: Thatís fine, Dorothy. Starve to death. See if I care. (he leaves the room)
(LEOís room. GUNG is with LEO. LEO stares at his food tray.)
GUNG: Why arenít you eating your food, Leo? Whatís the matter?
LEO: Itís Dorothy. She needs more. We both do.
GUNG: What you have is enough.
LEO: Itís not working for us. Not like it works for the others. We need more.
GUNG: No. No. Now eat your food, please. Iíll come back and pick up your tray.
(GUNG leaves. DOROTHY wheels into LEOís room. They look at each other.)
LEO: Itís okay, Dorothy. Donít worry. I think Stan had some more hidden away somewhere. It will be all right.
(STANís room. His DAUGHTER is with him. She looks tired, as if she has been arguing with him for a while.)
STANíS DAUGHTER: Why are you being so stubborn?
STAN: Iím not. I happen to like it here.
STANíS DAUGHTER: A year ago you were begging to live with us.
STAN: Well, things change.
STANíS DAUGHTER: Look Dad, I am sorry about what happened to Mr. Arlen.
STAN: His name was Arden.
TIERNAN: Iím finished packing your things, Mr. Phillips. Iím going to make sure you didnít forget anything. (to STANís DAUGHTER) Donít you worry, Mrs. Kelly. Just pull your car around out front. Iíll make sure he gets down okay.
STANíS DAUGHTER: Thank you.
TIERNAN: Heís going to be fine. (closes door)
(MULDER and SCULLY come down the hall to STANís room.)
STANíS DAUGHTER: Can I help you?
SCULLY: Yes. Weíd like to have a word with Mr. Phillips.
STANíS DAUGHTER: Iím his daughter. What is this about?
SCULLY: Weíre with the FBI. We have a few questions concerning his medical treatment. (shows badge)
STANíS DAUGHTER: Heís in there packing right now. Iím about to take him home. Is there anything I can help you with?
(Later, night, MULDER and SCULLY accompany STANís DAUGHTER down the outside stairs.)
STANíS DAUGHTER: My little girls wonít even visit their grandfather. Theyíre afraid to even come here.
SCULLY: Itís hard for anyone to be here, including the residents.
STANíS DAUGHTER: Thatís why Jack and I decided that no matter what time heís got left we want him to spend it with us.
SCULLY: How many years has he been here?
STANíS DAUGHTER: Almost three. But we didnít have any choice. Jack and I both work. The doctor said he needed 24 hour nursing assistance.
MULDER: He doesnít seem to need much assistance now. Has his improvement been that pronounced?
STANíS DAUGHTER: I thought I was bringing him here to die. They told me heíd only get worse. The physical deterioration, the dementia. And now itís like heís a different person.
MULDER: Do you have any idea why?
STANíS DAUGHTER: I suppose it has something to do with Dr. Gragoís treatment. Dad wonít talk to me about it. Heís just too angry. He was angry when I first brought him here in the first place. Now heís angry that I want to take him home. I donít know that heís ever going to forgive me.
(STANís room. The orderly, TIERNAN, is packing STANís bag, his back to the door.)
TIERNAN: You know, Iíd like to say Iím going to miss you, Stan, but the truth is, you are a royal pain in the butt.
(TIERNAN sees movement as STAN darts out of the room.)
TIERNAN: Hey, where you going? Donít make me chase you, old man.
(TIERNAN runs upstairs to top floor after STAN. We donít see STAN at all, just flurries of movement.)
TIERNAN: (out of breath) Hey! What are you? A track star all of a sudden? (he enters dark room and goes to open window and sees movement on the roof at the next window) Okay, stop messing around, Stan. You crawl back in that window right now. You crawl back in there. (He climbs on to the sill.) Donít think Iím coming over there to get you. Iíd just as soon let you fall and break your neck. Did you hear me Stan? You hear me?
(Suddenly, there is movement behind him and he is pushed out of the window. He manages to grab the sill with his fingers.)
TIERNAN: Help! Help me! Somebody help me! Iím gonna fall!
(MULDER runs back inside and up to the top floor.)
(As TIERNAN dangles, one by one his fingers are lifted. MULDER reaches the window and holds out his hand to TIERNAN.)
MULDER: Give me your hand. Come on.
TIERNAN: (trying, but canít lift his hand to MULDERís, as if he is being pushed away) I canít.
MULDER: Grab it.
(TIERNAN screams as he loses his grip on the sill and falls four stories to the ground below. Unable to help, MULDER watches in shock.)
(SCULLY checks for a pulse on TIERNAN, and looks up to MULDER.)
STANíS DAUGHTER: Oh, my God.
(Next morning. MULDER is with STAN in STANís room. GUNG changes the sheets. DOCTOR GREGO enters, out of breath.)
DOCTOR GREGO: They paged me this morning. I got a message an orderly fell out a fourth floor window?
MULDER: Apparently. Either that or he was pushed.
DOCTOR GREGO: Was Stan involved?
MULDER: Thatís what weíre trying to determine. Stan was with him just prior to the accident.
DOCTOR GREGO: Youíre not suggesting he could have done it.
MULDER: There have been two deaths here in the past 24 hours. Stanís been present before both of them.
DOCTOR GREGO: No, no. Thatís impossible. Stan Phillips has a degenerative hip disease. Thereís no way, he couldnít get up to the fourth floor on his own.
MULDER: What about an elevator?
DOCTOR GREGO: The elevators in this place havenít worked for years.
MULDER: Maybe he was helped.
DOCTOR GREGO: Helped? By whom?
MULDER: I donít know. The postmortem on Hal Arden Ė did you get it yet?
DOCTOR GREGO: No, not yet, but they promise theyíll fax it today.
MULDER: Can we check and see if itís come in yet?
DOCTOR GREGO: Sure. Just what do you expect to find?
MULDER: (looks at STAN) Iím not sure, exactly.
(They exit. STAN watches them leave, then looks at GUNG.)
(In another room, SCULLY sits with STANís DAUGHTER.)
STANíS DAUGHTER: Why are they questioning him?
SCULLY: Itís routine procedure.
STANíS DAUGHTER: Are they going to want to keep him here?
SCULLY: Youíll have to ask Dr. Grago.
STANíS DAUGHTER: I Ö God. If my mother was alive Ö
(They hear NURSE CHARTERS arguing with MS. DAWSON.)
NURSE CHARTERS: How can I handle the whole floor by myself?
MS. DAWSON: I donít know, Michelle. I have other things to deal with.
NURSE CHARTERS: Yes, well, so do I. I would just like some help, please.
MS. DAWSON: Youíre the only one on?
NURSE CHARTERS: Yes. Upshaw never showed up for work last night. Nobodyís listening to me around here. I said there was something going on and I told you it had to do with Mr. Arden and Mr. Phillips. Forget it. (leaves)
MS. DAWSON: (to SCULLY) Can you please explain to me whatís going on around here?
(DOROTHY is sitting in the hall nearby talking to her empty room.)
DOROTHY: Shoo! Shoo! Go away! Go away! Leave me alone. Go back! Donít come any closer!
MS. DAWSON: Go back in your room, Dorothy. If you need something, Iíll send an orderly to see you.
DOROTHY: No, theyíre in there.
MS. DAWSON: Who?
DOROTHY: All of them.
SCULLY: (looking in the empty room) Thereís nobody in your room, Dorothy.
DOROTHY: Here they come. Youíll see. All right, now you be nice. I donít want any more of your dirty tricks.
SCULLY: Is she going to be all right?
(MS. DAWSON tries to push DOROTHYís wheelchair into the room, but DOROTHY braces her hands on either side of the open door.)
DOROTHY: No! No, no, no, I donít want to go back in there! No! No! I donít want to go back in there! Oh, no, no, no Ö
MS. DAWSON: (giving up) Itís senile dementia. This is just an episode.
(DOROTHYíS POV ON SCULLY: SCULLY is surrounded by shadowy figures reaching out to touch her. SCULLY stands staring at DOROTHY.)
DOROTHY: You leave her be. Donít you touch her. Now shoo! Go away, go away! Donít you get any ideas, mister.
SCULLY: (uncomfortable, passing DOROTHY, heading down the hall) Excuse me.
DOROTHY: Now donít you follow her.
(From DOROTHYís POV, we see the shadowy figures following SCULLY, hovering around her as she walks down the hall.)
(MULDER with DOCTOR GREGO who is looking at a file.)
DOCTOR GREGO: This is it.
MULDER: Is the toxicology there?
DOCTOR GREGO: Yes. Thereís something here that shouldnít be here.
MULDER: Whatís that?
DOCTOR GREGO: Ibotenic acid. How did that get in his blood?
MULDER: Whatís ibotenic acid?
DOCTOR GREGO: If Iím not mistaken, itís a kind of poison.
(SCULLY enters, quickly.)
SCULLY: Mulder Ö
MULDER: Scully, Hal Arden had ibotenic acid in his blood. Somebody poisoned him.
SCULLY: (looking at the chart) Well, not necessarily. This is only a trace amount but small amounts are known to cause hallucinations which is what one of your patients is having right now down the hall.
DOCTOR GREGO: Where did they get it?
(NURSE CHARTERS knocks and enters in a hurry.)
NURSE CHARTERS: Excuse me. Youíve got to come quickly.
(They follow NURSE CHARTERS into the day room.)
SCULLY: Oh, my God.
(One wall is completely covered with beautiful, intricate, but very disturbing, scary paintings. Oblivious to the others in the room, LEO continues painting frantically.)
MULDER: Itís fantastic.
DOCTOR GREGO: Whatís going on here?
(LEO looks at her, then back to the painting.)
SCULLY: Itís incredible Ö
MULDER: Youíve got an Asian orderly working here. Whatís his name?
DOCTOR GREGO: Uh, Gung, I think.
MULDER: Do you know where he is?
DOCTOR GREGO: Somewhere down in the basement.
(MULDER goes into the basement alone, looks around. He finds a padlocked door. He uses a metal bar [chair leg?] to bash open the lock. He enters the dark, damp, room, shines flashlight, and finds lots of mushrooms growing in dirt. Digging through the dirt, he sees the hand, then uncovers the body of UPSHAW, the missing orderly, dead.)
(MS. DAWSONís office. MULDER, SCULLY, DAWSON, and DOCTOR GREGO are questioning GUNG.)
GUNG: I didnít kill him.
MULDER: But itís your mushroom crop, isnít it?
MULDER: Who else would have buried him there?
SCULLY: Why were you growing them?
GUNG: For medicinal purposes.
SCULLY: Were you feeding them to the residents here?
GUNG: Yes, but only in small amounts.
GUNG: Because it makes them feel better.
MULDER: Makes them feel better, or it kills them?
DOCTOR GREGO: Exactly what kind of mushrooms are they?
GUNG: Itís from my prefecture in my country. Theyíve been used for centuries.
SCULLY: For what purpose?
GUNG: In my country, our customs are different.
MS. DAWSON: Youíre not in your country now. Youíre hired here to care for these people under our guidelines.
GUNG: Where I come from, many generations live under one roof. As children, our grandparents live with us. We feel a duty to take care of them. (MULDER and SCULLY share a look.) It isnít like that in this country. We respect our old people as we respect our ancestors. We donít send them away to die like Stan and Hal.
DOCTOR GREGO: These people are given excellent medical care.
GUNG: But theyíre not treated with respect. Halís family never came to visit him once and the orderlies Ö treat the residents worse than dogs.
MS. DAWSON: No one is mistreated here.
GUNG: Youíre not here to see.
MULDER: All right, Gung, who killed the orderly? Who buried him in that room?
GUNG: Something has gone very wrong. The mushrooms we take to speak with the dead, to see our ancestors in the spirit world. But Ö the spirit in this place is very angry and the souls that died here continue to suffer. And now they Ö have been awakened.
SCULLY: Are you saying that a spirit killed this man, Upshaw?
GUNG: Yes. Theyíve taken revenge for their mistreatment.
MULDER: How are the mushrooms taken?
GUNG: Dried, mixed with many herbs, made into powder.
MULDER: Well, I think the first thing we should do is make sure nobody else takes them. (to DOCTOR GREGO) You, check on the other patients. Gung, come with me. Letís go.
(MULDER, SCULLY, and GUNG go down to the basement room. GUNG pauses for a moment at the door, and looks around suspiciously. Then they enter and GUNG goes to a cabinet and removes a jar with just a couple of pills at the bottom.)
GUNG: Someoneís taken them all.
(MULDER pulls SCULLY to the side to speak privately.)
MULDER: I think youíre right, Scully.
MULDER: Whatís been happening is the result of the medication, but not the medication the Doctorís been giving them.
SCULLY: Mulder, mushrooms arenít medication. They taste good on hamburgers, but they donít raise the dead.
MULDER: Shamans have used them for centuries to gain entrance to the spirit world.
SCULLY: I think youíve been reading too much Carlos Castenada.
MULDER: Ask any anthropologist then.
SCULLY: I know --- a shaman gets intoxicated, he has dreams or hallucinations, and he interprets them. I donít think itís any more magical than that.
MULDER: I donít know how else to explain whatís happening here.
SCULLY: Well, I think, if anything, these mushrooms are a poison to the system and I think thatís what killed Hal Arden.
MULDER: And raped Michelle Charters and killed those two orderlies? Somethingís been unleashed here, Scully. I donít know how to explain it, but it has something to do with those pills.
(STAN in his room drops a handful of pills and frantically pushes them into his mouth. His DAUGHTER enters.)
STANíS DAUGHTER: Daddy? Daddy, what are you taking? What are you putting in your mouth?
DOROTHY: (in hall, waving her arms) Go away! You go away! Go away! You leave me Ö leave us alone! Go on! You Ö run. (to STANís DAUGHTER) Run while you can. Go on, run. Run. Go away. (sees the shadowy figures approaching) Go away! Go on. You leave us alone. Go on.
LEO: (voice) Dorothy! I need your help!
DOROTHY: Leo Ö. you leave me alone. You leave him alone! Leo! Leo! Leo Ö go on. Go on. You leave him Ö. you leave Ö..
(DOROTHY wheels herself to LEOís door. LEO is collapsed on floor. She sees figures over him. STANís DAUGHTER joins her at LEOís door.)
DORORTHY: Oh Ö oh, no. Stop. Stop that.
(Both of them see LEOís body pulled into the shadows and the door slam. They hear NURSE CHARTERS scream.)
(Downstairs, MULDER and SCULLY hear NURSE CHARTERS scream. MULDER runs upstairs and into the bathroom and sees NURSE CHARTERS trying to stand up.)
NURSE CHARTERS: Help me, please.
(NURSE CHARTERS screams as she is flung against the wall. MULDER turns to see SCULLY just getting to the bathroom door. Door to the bathroom slams shut, and every water faucet and valve in the bathroom begins shooting out water. Fighting against the water, MULDER hears SCULLY outside the door.)
SCULLY: (trying to open the door which has just slammed in her face) Mulder! Whatís going on!? Mulder!? Mulder!
MULDER: (yelling through the locked door) Scully! Turn off the water main! Turn off the water main!
(SCULLY sees water coming out the bottom of the door.)
SCULLY: Theyíre trapped in the bathroom and itís filling with water.
MS. DAWSON: What?
SCULLY: Whereís the main water shutoff?
MS. DAWSON: I donít know.
SCULLY: Gung will know. (begins running off to find GUNG) Keep trying the door.
(Bathroom is now almost knee deep. MULDER begins pulling a dizzy NURSE CHARTERS to her feet.)
MULDER: Youíve got to get up. Come on. You got to get up.
(In the basement, SCULLY and GUNG try to turn off the water main.)
GUNG: Itís stuck.
SCULLY: See if you can find something to force it with.
(Bathroom is now about five feet deep. MULDER swims down and tries to uncover the drain. It doesnít work. He surfaces again next to NURSE CHARTERS who is holding on to a pipe.)
MULDER: I canít open the drains.
(STANís room. STAN is lying on bed having a seizure. STANís DAUGHTER catches SCULLY in the hall.)
STANíS DAUGHTER: Please! Please, my father needs help. My father took something. Iím afraid heís dying.
SCULLY: You stay with him. Iíll get help. (runs down hall to the bathroom door) Dr. Grago! Dr. Grago.
DOCTOR GREGO: Itís sealed tight.
SCULLY: Do you have any atropine in your kit here?
DOCTOR GREGO: Uh, I might. Yes, I think so.
SCULLY: Stan Phillips has gone into convulsions. I think he might have poisoned himself.
(DOCTOR GREGO runs down the hall.)
(In the bathroom, water level is only a few inches from the ceiling. MULDER and NURSE CHARTERS hold onto a pipe just barely keeping their noses above water.)
MULDER: Just hold on. Itís all right.
(In STANís room, DOCTOR GREGO gives STAN an injection. His body tenses as shadowy figures fade.)
(In hall, SCULLY stares at the bathroom door which now has water flowing over the top. Suddenly, the door gives way, and the wall of water knocks SCULLY and MS. DAWSON down, then MULDER and NURSE CHARTERS come pouring out and a few feet down the hall. )
(STAN, in his room, catches his breath and begins to relax, the seizure fading.)
DOROTHY: (in hallway) Theyíre gone. Theyíre all gone. Theyíre gone. Theyíre all gone.
(MULDER, coughing, stands up, holding NURSE CHARTERS in the hip deep water in the hall.)
SCULLY: You okay, Mulder?
MULDER: Yeah. Fine.
(SCULLY voiceover. Nursing home, night, then some time later.)
SCULLY: (voiceover) In response to the series of unexplained incidents at the Excelsius Dei convalescent home, the Massachusetts Department of Public Health has assumed all administrative authority at the facility. They detected trace amounts of ibotenic acid in more than half the residents tested. Though these levels have dissipated rapidly.
(Day room. In front of the incredible mural, LEO draws a crude picture of a sailboat.)
SCULLY: (voiceover, cont.) Dr. John Grago has been replaced as head physician at the facility and his trial use of the drug Depranil has been suspended. For his admitted part in manufacturing and distributing an illicit substance, Gung Bittouin was remanded to the Immigration and Naturalization Service and is awaiting repatriation to Malaysia. There are reportedly no efforts being made to study the mushrooms.
(DOROTHY is wheeled in and a magazine placed in front of her. No response.)
SCULLY: (voiceover, cont.) The federal government has settled Michelle Chartersí lawsuit out of court though no clear blame has been placed. Witnesses to the events have been unreliable due to dramatic relapses and a general reversal in their progress with Alzheimerís disease.
(STANís DAUGHTER sits with STAN in the day room. He is completely nonresponsive.)
STANíS DAUGHTER: Iím going to go now, Daddy. Iíll see you again soon. Maybe next week.
(STAN stares into space.)