The X-Files

Hey!

Jane Doe.

Found last night entombed in a tenement wall

by an agent following an anonymous tip.

Time of death, approximately 2100 hours, from three stab wounds to the abdomen.

Dirt and clay were found under the nails of her right hand.

What are those lacerations on her arms and feet?

Predation from rats.

The agent was led to her body by the sound of their feeding.

Anyone?

She was killed someplace else.

She clawed at the dirt before succumbing to her injuries.

That's possible.

What else would help us ID this victim, find the killer?

- It's obvious, isn't it? - What is?

The chipped nail polish.

The drugstore hair rinse.

This is a single woman, unemployed.

That's why no one's lD'd her.

You found blood alcohol?

Point zero four.

She hooked up with the wrong man in a bar.

He killed her.

- This man has killed before. - And you know that because...?

That bruise beneath her ribs, it's from the hilt of a knife.

The killer intended a single blow -

the blade thrusting upward at a 45-degree angle into the heart,

causing death instantly -

but she struggled, so he missed.

Then he got mad.

Like I said - obvious.

Agent Scully?

Great. Thank you.

- You got something? - Quite a lot.

We've identified your Jane Doe as Ellen Persich.

- 28, from Redland, Maryland. - How'd you make the ID so fast?

The bar she was at last night is half a mile from where another woman,

Rita Shaw, was murdered two weeks ago, apparently by the same killer.

The body John found was the second victim?

This says that Rita Shaw was found in a ditch, dead from a single knife wound.

The woman I found was plastered behind a wall and stabbed three times.

I didn't make the connection at first,

but the lab confirms that it was the same knife in both killings.

- How did you make the connection? - I didn't.

But one of my students realised

that the killer only meant to stab Doggett's victim once.

The other wounds were out of anger because he missed.

- That's a pretty astute observation. - Amazingly so.

- Does this cadet have any other answers? - Like what?

I wanna know why someone tipped me off to this case, cos this isn't an X-File.

I don't know, Agent Doggett, but now that you've got this case, I'd say run with it.

Cadet Hayes. Rudolph Hayes.

I'm Agent Doggett. This is Agent Reyes.

Is that part of the training here, Cadet? Smelling body parts?

This man's flesh smells of creosote,

but his skin is soft... untanned.

He worked indoors, a hardware store, probably.

The tear marks at his elbow go from left to right.

He was broadsided in a car accident.

His hands gripped the wheel so hard, his thumb bone snapped on impact.

You determined all that just by looking at that arm?

I see things.

We came to thank you.

Because of your analysis, we were able to work up a profile to catch the murderer.

- What's the profile? - White male, 25 to 35, ex-military.

Employed near the bars where he met... Why are you shaking your head?

The profile's wrong.

Your killer is in his forties, a felon recently arrived from out of state.

His parole officer thinks he's looking for a job.

He already has one, working for organised crime.

He's killed many people.

He's gonna keep on killing.

Kind of annoying, isn't he?

John.

Nicholas Rigali?

I'm Agent Reyes. This is Agent Doggett.

Don't put 'em away so fast, Agents. I wanna read 'em.

John J...

Dogg... ett.

Monica Reyes.

Mr Rigali, you're in town in violation of the terms of your parole back in New York.

Call my parole officer. She'll tell you I'm here looking for work.

You come here often, Mr Rigali?

Like last night, when Ellen Persich got murdered in the parking lot out back?

Last night? I don't remember.

Maybe you remember being at the Bent Oak.

Bartender says he saw you there two weeks ago.

Same night a woman named Rita Shaw got stabbed in the heart.

What do you have to say about that, Mr Rigali?

You folks don't know what you're dealing with.

You don't wanna play this game, flatfoot. Not with me.

You like to kill women, Mr Rigali?

You may think you can get away with it but that's not gonna happen.

Like I said, you really don't know what you're dealing with.

I think we do.

Agent Dogg... ett,

Agent Reyes.

- How long you been standing there? - Not long.

I'm glad you dropped by. I wanted to tell you we hit pay dirt with your profile.

No arrest yet but we're building our case.

There's something else.

There's another case I'd like you to take a look at.

A seven-year-old boy rides his bike around the block.

His mom's on the porch counting his laps.

He waves to her every time he goes by,

and after six laps he doesn't come back around.

She goes looking for him.

She finds his bike lying on the sidewalk.

There's no witnesses.

No ransom demands.

No clue as to who took him or why.

The cops search door to door, block to block for two days.

Nothing, no news at all.

And after three days... they find him in a field.

It's all in here. The particulars...

about my son.

I've been over this I don't know how many times.

But after nine years, there's not a lot to go on.

You were such a big help yesterday.

If there's anything you see here...

Agent Doggett, that case I helped you with yesterday?

That is your son's.

What is this?

Unsolved murders.

I started collecting them before I came to the FBI.

I couldn't tell you why.

What do you do with these?

If I sit with them... for a long time...

very quietly...

they tell me things.

That's how I see what I see.

You've been following my son's case.

For a long time.

He calls to me.

Cadet, you should know there's a real good chance you're nuts.

Do you recognise that man?

It's Bob Harvey. It's the closest we ever had to a suspect.

He died, killed in a car crash last year in New Orleans.

This man killed my son?

He took him. He didn't kill him.

Are you saying the same man that killed those women killed my son?

This guy Rigali?

Assistant Director? Can I have a minute?

It's not a good time. I'm off to a meeting with the director.

- This can't wait. - And the director can?

OK. You've got one minute.

When you were in New York, you worked the organised crime task force.

Mm-hm.

Did you ever hear of a guy named Nicholas Rigali?

Yeah. He was a collector, a low-level thug. Why are you asking, Agent Doggett?

When the New York office was investigating my son's death, his name never came up.

Why would it?

- You believe he was involved? - I've got no evidence,

but somebody's telling me he's mixed up

with the suspect in my son's case, Bob Harvey.

I never heard that. And I'm sure I'd remember.

You want me to ask around and pull some files?

I'll see what I can find.

I'd appreciate it.

John?

- Where you been? - Chasing down leads.

We were supposed to meet in the office this morning, to go over what we have on Rigali.

I think this guy Rigali may have been involved in Luke's death.

What?! Since when?

Since I've been talking to Cadet Hayes.

He says Rigali knew Harvey, they were in on it together.

- How could he possibly know that? - How does he know half the stuff he knows?

I did some digging.

I found out that Bob Harvey and Rigali both did time at Wallkill in 1988.

That doesn't mean they knew each other.

I tracked Rigali's credit-card use, Monica.

The day Luke disappeared he gassed his car up two miles from my house.

Rigali is a New Yorker. A lot of New Yorkers visit Long Island.

This is not evidence. Not even close.

I will never know how badly it hurt you to lose your son,

or how much pain you still carry.

I understand how much you wanna find his killer.

But I don't wanna see you disappointed.

Not again.