The X-Files

Pick up! Pick up the phone!

Look, I don't know what that bitch told you, but I'm solid. She's lying to you.

Check her right-hand desk drawer. It's all there - the whole story.

Pick up, man!

Call him off and let's talk about this, all right? Give me a chance to explain.

- Help me! Somebody wants to kill me! - Who wants to kill you?

- He's out there! - Hold up!

Hold on. Don't do that, guy! You calm down...

- We've got to stop him! - Who?

He's out there! We have to get him before he gets me!

- Hey, hey! Hey! Get off! - Take him down, take him down!

No! Let me up!

He's gonna kill me!

Take it easy. Relax now. Settle down.

No.

This isn't enough! I'm not safe in here!

Hey, buddy, you've never been safer in your life, OK? Just relax.

He can get me in here!

- I'll go call Social Services. - Right.

It's not enough!

He can get to me! He...

They've identified it as nine-millimetre pistol ammunition.

Teflon coated, armour piercing. It's a single round.

He was shot. No doubt about that.

So I assume the million-dollar question is how?

Yeah. What do we know about the victim?

Carlton Chase, age 39. Well-to-do realtor, single, lived in the area all his life.

Nothing but parking tickets on his record.

Came tearing in last night saying someone was gonna kill him.

- He was right. - Except I don't see bullet holes in the walls.

The round looks to have entered through the top of his head.

Agents.

Thanks for coming down so quick.

- Al Triguero. - John Doggett. Agent Scully.

I'd appreciate any help you can give us. We got this much figured out so far.

- Bullet came through the air vent. - Yeah, that's how it's looking.

There's a burr on this louvre here where the bullet passed through.

You can barely see it, but it's there.

So I'm thinking this is where the killer hid.

He somehow got into this ventilation system,

and from here he had a clear line of sight to shoot Chase below.

Did anyone hear a gunshot?

Seems likely you'd hear one. Even with a silencer, it'd echo through the ductwork.

What's directly above this?

I don't understand. How could someone make that shot from here?

They didn't make it from here.

- Can I use your pencil? - Sure.

Captain, we're gonna need your crime scene investigators up here.

You got it.

- So, lucky shot? - Very.

But this victim stated that he was gonna be killed just moments before he was shot,

which doesn't sound lucky at all.

I guess I can't argue with that.

- What you got there? - The old Godfather trick.

Wrap a towel around a pistol to muffle the sound.

The killer was up here all right.

So how in the hell did he make that shot?

There's thermal-imaging technology which can pick up body heat through walls.

- Maybe that's what allowed him to aim. - We field-tested that in the Marines.

It weighs close to 90 pounds, has to be cooled with liquid nitrogen.

I can't quite see somebody lugging it up that ladder we just climbed.

Either way, the rooftop of a police station? That's a pretty ballsy place for a hit.

Pick up! Pick up the phone!

Look, I don't know what that bitch told you, but I'm solid. She's lying to you.

Check her right-hand desk drawer. It's all there - the whole story. Pick up...

What are you doing?

My... printer cable is loose.

And that's more important than coffee?

- Any messages? - No.

The light's blinking. Looks like a message to me.

Are you gonna play it or what?

Stupid ain't cute, Tammi. I don't care what your mama says.

Yeah... I got, like, rats again.

I need you to get them all this time. 1806 Brook Valley Turnpike.

Last name Allesandry. You've been here before.

- Dwight? - Yeah, I got it.

No. Did you hear the news this morning? Carlton Chase?

I just thought it was pretty scary news.

Try and get Randall on the phone.

Randall?

Your brother wants to see you.

Randall?

You avoiding me?

Tammi told you I wanted to talk to you, right?

You wanna tell me what happened last night?

Randall, I'm not mad at you necessarily, but I need to know exactly what happened.

Anytime you do something without telling me first, you could get us both into trouble.

I saw him stealing.

- Carlton stealing from me? - Yeah.

He was skimming.

So, where's the money that he was skimming?

You see, the thing of it is, Randall, you get the money, then you do your thing.

It's a simple equation.

That's what I'm talking about when I say you need to talk to me first!

We'll probably be OK.

But in the future... let's keep the communication lines open.

One hand talks to the other, right?

Here, I brought you a sandwich. Meat loaf the way you like it.

Go ahead, take it. It's got mayonnaise and ketchup.

We going out tonight?

Police station's less than a mile from here.

Chase ran it on foot. He says that somebody was after him.

This is probably where it all started.

- Huh. - What's that?

Chase did business with an exterminating company called AAA-1 Surekill.

Six jobs in one month.

I know that's a requirement of selling a house.

Agent.

It's a .45.

The bullet that killed Chase at the police station was a nine millimetre.

You know, Elvis used to do this to his hotel rooms.

I think Carlton Chase did this.

So who was he shooting at?

If it was someone in this room, he sure would've hit 'em.

Unless it was someone outside.

- You got the cash? - What's this look like?

- Who the... - Evening.

- What? You lost? - Nope. I think this must be the place.

- What, you a cop? - Oh, hell, no.

No, your secret's safe with me, fellas.

But I will be taking that money off your hands and the dope.

Oh, you're funny. Nah, you know what? Chris Rock is funny.

And you? You're just dead.

Cap his ass.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Yeah, I got it. Nine millimetre. Sulphuric.

No, I got it.

All right. Thanks.

So which kind of shooting was this: lucky, coincidental or some third alternative?

It's precision marksmanship, that's for sure.

These holes line up perfectly with the three victims behind there,

which tells me that the shooter was standing right here behind this wall.

And consequently wouldn't be able to see what the hell he's aiming at.

Unless he could see.

The light our eyes can register is only one portion of the electromagnetic spectrum.

Other wavelengths, from infrared to gamma, have other properties.

X-rays, for instance, can pass through solid objects.

Walls, for example.

So, you're saying this guy used some kind of x-ray machine.

You're not saying this guy has x-ray vision?

I'm remarking that these wavelengths exist.

And the only thing that is stopping us from seeing them, if you will,

is the biochemical structure of our eyes.

I'm conjecturing that if this structure were somehow different,

we'd have the ability to see things that we don't.

Call in Clark Kent.

OK, so you explain it.

- I can't, so I'm sticking with what I do know. - Which is?

That this was a drug rip-off.

Furthermore, it's the fifth drug rip-off in this area in the past two months.

Somebody's making a living capping drug dealers.

And how does a dead real-estate agent figure into that?

Well, that I don't know... yet.

But I did find out one more thing.

Sulphuryl fluoride.

You got a moment to see me in my office?

Dwight, I need to get this to the bank.

It can wait.

Can't you tell your brother to get some lunch or something at least?

He's practically right outside the door.

I'll keep the noise level down, if you will.

- I just feel like he's always watching me. - How's he watching you now?

Hello?

- Anybody here? - Yeah.

Agents Doggett and Scully, FBI.

Dwight Cooper.

- What can I do for you? - Mr Cooper, do you recognise these?

I don't recognise much of anything except shapes. Tammi!

Tammi, come look at this for me.

I got bad peepers. Legally blind since birth.

This look familiar?

They're ours. They're last month's billings for Mr Chase.

Oh. Carlton.

One of my best clients.

I sent him a ham every Christmas till he finally told me he was a Jew.

He was a nice guy.

We found some evidence at a crime scene.

A piece of fabric on which we found traces of a chemical. Sulphuryl fluoride.

It's an insecticide used only by licensed exterminators.

Yeah, it's good stuff. We use it, along with about 200 other outfits in central Mass.

You've done time, haven't you?

Yeah, a long time ago.

Now my brother and I are actually members of the Worcester Chamber of Commerce.

- Anything else? - Yeah.