The X-Files

Okay, sweetheart. We're just going in for a few things.

We won't be long. Okay, Polly?

Mommy needs some groceries, okay?

I don't like this store, mommy.

We're only gonna be a minute.

I wanna go home.

let's have fun.

Help, Melissa.

We're going home, Polly.

Please, don't do this to mommy.

It's Dave down at the supr savr.

Send whoever you got on duty.

I want to play.

X-Files Season 5 Episode 10 - Chinga

Scully.

Hey, Scully, it's me. Mulder, I thought we had an agreement.

We were both gonna take the weekend off.

Right. Right, I know. But-But I-I just received...

Some information about-- About a case.

A classic X-Files . Classic. I wanted to share it with you.

Mulder, I'm on vacation. The weather is clear.

I'm looking forward to hitting the road and breathing in some of this fine new England air.

- You didn't rent a convertible, did you? - Why?

Are you aware of the statistics of decapitation?

Mulder, I'm hanging up.

I'm turning off my cell phone. I'm back in the office on Monday.

You shouldn't talk and drive at the same time, either.

Are you aware of the statistics-- Hello?

Sir?

Sir, what happened? I-I think we need a doctor.

who are you?

I'm--

My name is Scully. I'm-- I'm an F.B.I. Agent.

What happened to you?

I-I don't know. But Dave, the butcher--

I think he's dead.

Mulder. Mulder, it's me.

I thought you were on vacation.

I am. I'm up in Maine.

I thought you said you didn't want to be disturbed.

You wanted to get out of your head for a few days.

I don't. I mean, I do. I--

What are you watching, Mulder?

It's the "world's most deadliest swarms." Um--

You said you were gonna be unreachable. What's going on?

I, uh-- I'm at a market here.

I'm just trying to give the local P.D. A handle here.

A handle on what?

Well, I'm not quite sure how to describe it, Mulder.

I didn't witness it myself, but there seems to be some kind...

Of an outbreak of people acting in a violent, involuntary way.

- Towards who? - Toward themselves.

Themselves? Yeah.

Beating at their faces, clawing at their eyes.

One man is dead. Dead how?

Self-Inflicted, it appears.

Huh. It sounds to me like that's, uh, witchcraft...

Or maybe some sorcery that you're looking for there.

No, I don't think it's witchcraft, Mulder, or sorcery.

I've had a look around, and I don't see any evidence...

Of anything that warrants that kind of suspicion.

Maybe you don't know what you're looking for.

Like evidence of conjury or the black arts or shamanism,

Divination, Wicca or any kind of pagan or neo-Pagan practice,

Charms, cards, familiars, bloodstones or hex signs...

Or any of the ritual tableau associated...

With the occult, Santeria, voudom, macumba or any high or low magic.

- Scully? - Yes?

Marry me.

I was hoping for something a little more helpful.

Short of looking for a lady wearing a pointy hat, riding a broomstick,

I think you've pretty much got it covered there.

Thanks anyway.

- Who's that woman right there? - Melissa Turner.

She's the only one I've seen who looks unaffected.

What's your point?

You might want to talk to her.

Ms. Scully.

You staying in town? Yes.

I'm on vacation. Why?

What you said back there about Melissa Turner...

Kind of put a spin on this whole business here today.

How's that? Well, Melissa's caused some stir.

People here say she's a witch.

It's not the first time for that accusation in these parts.

Uh, yeah.

To be honest with you, captain Bonsaint, um,

I'm not much of a believer in witchcraft.

You know, I'm not either. I used to just think it's 'cause Melissa was pretty and single.

Threatenin', you know? But now you're not convinced?

Well, you know, I appreciate the trouble you went to,

And I sure do hope there's a reasonable explanation, like you said.

Just this one thing gonna make it hard to persuade folks to your thinkin'.

What one thing is that? Who she's been carrying on with.

"Who she's been carrying on with"?

Uh, yeah. With Dave, the butcher.

hello? Hey, it's Buddy.

Oh, hi. Are you okay, Melissa?

I'm fine. Why do you ask? Who's that, mommy?

# [ "Hokey pokey" on record player ]

I know you were here, Melissa, down at the supr savr.

I don't know what you're talking about, Buddy.

- Hang up, mommy. - Melissa,

Turn the music down.

There's some talk that you're involved in what happened here today.

I'm not involved in anything.

I know that. Would you listen to me? I-I-I'm not saying that you are.

What are you saying, Buddy? mommy!

I want to help you, but you gotta keep it a secret,

Or we're both gonna be answering questions.

Now, I got something to tell you.

What? Something bad.

What is it, Buddy?

Dave's dead.

Oh, my God!

I gotta see you right away. Melissa-- I can't.

You need a friend more than ever.

# let's have fun.

You can't come here, Buddy. Why? Tell me why.

I can't explain it to you now.

I'm coming over there, Melissa.

You shouldn't be alone. # You put your backside in #

# And you shake it all about #

# You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around #

# That's what it's all about #

the back door's wide open.

Melissa?

The sheets are still wet.

Chief?

Take a look at this.

What the devil's this for?

It looks like she was afraid of something.

Whatever it is, she's run off in a hurry.

Laundry's out, door's unlocked.

Beats me.

You know her? Melissa Turner?

Mm-Hmm. About as local as you can get.

Born and raised here. Married a fisherman.

Widowed last year after a boating accident.

Don't know if the little girl, Polly, ever really understood.

Toys in the attic.

The daughter's autistic? That's what they say.

There was the incident last year over at the day care center.

Proprietor slapped Polly across the face.

Slapped her? What for?

She said Polly threw a tantrum so fierce, there was nothin' else she could do.

Next thing she knew, she's on the ground. Little girl knocked her silly.

The little girl did? Well, that's her story.

Polly never touched her as far as I could figure.

Oh, it was a real drama, though. The lady who ran the school lost her license.

People callin' the kid all manner of names, sayin' Melissa's a witch.

Polly never went back to school a day since. This, uh--

This affair that the mother was having with the butcher?

Dave. Oh, I might have given you the wrong impression.

That wasn't really an affair.

Although, Dave did make quite a fool of himself and his wife.

So, it was unrequited? You could say that.

To the extent that she'd have to nail a window shut?

Oh, he wasn't that big a fool.

You know,

Maybe she wasn't afraid of somethin'... gettin' in.

Maybe she was afraid of somethin' gettin' out.

Like what?

Just a thought.

What do you think of that, huh?

Why don't you leave town?

I've got nowhere to go, Buddy. I live on a shoestring as it is.

Listen to me. I've got some money put away.

Buddy, I can't.

I've had my eye on you for more years than I care to remember.

I missed my chance the first time around. I've been waiting in the wings.

Now, I'm sorry about things. Truly I am.

But you need somebody who can provide.

Don't, Buddy, please. Don't because you don't want to,

Or just because you're too proud?

You don't understand.

What don't I understand?

What happened in the supr savr,

What happened to Dave--

I couldn't stop it.

What do you mean?

I've seen things.

I want more cherries.

- What's that, sweetie? - I want more cherries.

I saw Dave dead...

Before he was dead.

I saw him in frozen foods all cut and bloody.

And it's not the first time.

My husband--

I saw him...

In a window, dead before it happened.

You know, with the hook.

You're gonna have to go ask your mommy for some more money, hon.

- I just can't give them away. - window order.

Let's have fun.

Mommy, I want more cherries.

We gotta go now, Polly.

Take this, Melissa.