The X-Files

Damn.

There's ash in the wine from the fires in Malibu Canyon.

You can almost see from here.

I want you to know I... I don't do this.

I mean, I'm not one of those guys...

that sends his family on vacation just so he can...

- But when I met you at the corporate party, I... - Shh.

It'll be worth it.

I'll do things with you no one's ever done.

X-Files Season 2 Episode 07 - 3

- Let's start in the bedroom and work our way downstairs. - Okay.

- Don't let the media in on the writings in blood on the wall. - Okay.

Excuse me, sir,

if I can ask your indulgence, this is a restricted crime scene.

Agent Mulder. I'm with the Bureau.

- Nobody called the Bureau. - They should have.

Look, L.A.P.D. has seen... I don't know, what...

maybe a couple of weird crime scenes down the years.

- I think we can handle things. - There's no time for rivalries.

I don't care about credit for the arrest or what goes on whose record.

In the past year, these killers have murdered six people. They only kill at night.

By the end of the week, two more people will be dead, and they will be gone.

- Just how do you know all this? - There's a file on the murders.

I've studied it. I've been waiting three months for them to reappear.

Just how can you be sure that these are the same killers?

The wire reported a body was found drained of blood,

bite marks on the exterior jugular and median cubital veins.

Every mirror in the house was smashed.

Yeah, well, it's what the wire didn't report that distinguishes this scene.

There's writings on the wall... written in the victim's blood.

"He who eats of my flesh and drinks of my blood shall have eternal life...

and I will raise them up on the last day".

They have the same feeble literal grasp of the Bible...

as all those big-haired preachers do.

The victim, was he a father?

Yeah, three boys. The family's been notified.

In Memphis they murdered James Ellis, 58,

the father of Ellis and Sons Clothiers.

The second victim was a Korean woman, Linda Sun.

The third victim was a Jesuit theologian. Excuse me.

In Portland, three months ago, the first victim was a priest.

The second victim was the only son in a family of six children.

The last victim was the owner of a New Age bookshop,

the Holy Spirit.

I believe that's how they perceive themselves as a kind of unholy trinity.

They use these to extract the blood, and then store it for a quick fix later.

Their need is insatiable,

but murdering for blood risks exposure and capture.

If my profile of the previous cases holds true,

they've been living in the city and working near blood products for the past month.

Look, Agent Mulder...

Look, I'm really sorry I was such a hard-ass back there,

but in this town, it's really tough to trust anyone.

Truth is, I'd be happy to have You work on our investigation.

- Now, this is Detective Gwynn... - I'm working alone.

An FBI agent without a partner?

Look, Mulder, our department's under a crisis alert now...

because of the fires in the canyon.

The fact is, I don't think I can free up any resources for you right now.

I only need one thing.

Hollywood Blood Bank.

Yeah, hi. This is Marty Mulder from your payroll service.

I have a question regarding the W-4 form of a recent employee.

- You mean Frank? - When was he hired?

A couple weeks ago. He's the night watchman.

- Hey! Easy, man. Easy. - Federal agent!

Sorry, man. I didn't know you was there.

Damn freak night watchman down there always breakin' the lightbulbs.

I'll wait up stairs.

Federal agent! Freeze!

Turn off the lights! Turn 'em off!

You're killing me. Turn 'em off! Turn 'em off.

- Tell us your real name. - I can't take it.

Turn off the lights! You're killing me. Turn them off!

Please!

Turn off the lights! Please.

Turn them off!

That better?

I'll only talk to him.

Lucky you.

You know what we are.

What are you?

He is the father, I am the son and she is the unholy spirit.

And the three of you killed Garrett Lorre.

No.

Your fingerprints were found at the crime scene. - No!

When a snake eats a fly, it's not murder. It just is.

Frogs eat flies.

Are you dead?

- I never will be. - Do you believe that?

Don't you wanna live forever?

Not if draw string pants come back into style.

Look, what nobody realizes is that...

there is no after life!

I know this... Listen to me. Listen to me.

I know this because when we prolong our lives by taking theirs,

all I see is such... horror....

in their eyes.

That's because at that moment, they're face to face with death.

And suddenly they realize there's nothing else.

There's no heaven. There's no soul.

There's just rot, and there's just decay.

And I will never, ever, ever, ever have to face that.

It's a stiff price, though. Look at yourself,

drinking blood, living in darkness, unable to see your reflection.

Or is that just a myth?

I can't be seen in a mirror.

Look... anything worth anything has a price.

When I'm standing next to your deathbed...

looking as young as I look right now,

and I see that fear in your eyes...

at the moment of death,

then... then tell me the price is too stiff.

It's more likely I'll be looking into your eyes...

at the moment before they lead you into the gas chamber.

But that's a moment you won't have to face if you tell me where the others are.

Why would I?

They're the only ones that can kill me.

Well, if you are what you say you are,

I know what can kill you.

It would be very easy to cover those windows.

Just tell me where the other two are.

In a couple of hours, there will be no escaping the sun, son.

If he wants to talk, cover the windows and call me.

What if he turns into a bat and flies out through the bars?

That man is clearly delusional,

but I get the sense that not even he believes his own claims.

For now, we've gotta play along with his beliefs.

I'm hoping that the sunlight will give him an excuse to talk.

Why don't you go back to your hotel and get some sleep?

I didn't check into a hotel room.

I don't sleep anymore.

Number four right away! Number four right away!

An edemaballat thenostrils,

rupture of the skull due to internal steam pressure...

These are indications of long exposure to extreme temperatures,

not sunburn for 15 seconds.

The guards found no flammable materials?

I had believed that...

this man's illness was psychological.

There is a condition known as Gunther's Disease.

congenital erythropoietic porphyria creating cutaneous photo sensitivity.

I'm familiar with porphyria. It's an affliction that causes lesions and blisters...

when skin is exposed to sunlight, not fourth-degree burns.

Sufferers may have ahema deficiency...

which can be supplemented by a small ingestion of blood,

not the kind of blood thirst that this man had.

It's probably ignorance of porphyria as a disease...

that led to the creation of vampire myths in Asia in the Middle Ages.

I had dismissed the possibility...

of the actual existence of such a creature as myth.

You are really upsetting me... on several levels.

- When will you get the blood tests back? - Next week.

What's this purple stain here?

Could be an ink stamp, like they give at a party or a club.

Can you read it?

It is possible that the heat burned the ink permanently...

into the lower levels of the skin.

An old coroner's trick.

I can make a quarter appear from behind your ear.

Are you about to ask what a normal person like me is doing in a place like this?

How do you define normal?

Misha, red wine.

I don't. How do you?

All I know is normal is not what I feel.

You've lost someone.

Not a lover, a friend.

I'll get these.

"He who drinks my blood..."

"Has eternal life".

- You're not interested in this place, in what we do. - How do you know?

You're afraid of me.

I take the life of others...

inside me...