The X-Files

- (child) All right, let's play some ball! - Swing it in here.

- Strike! - In what league?

Quit complaining. We already had to move home plate cos you bitched about the mud.

Nice pitch.

Come on, let him hear some chin music.

Throw a fastball!

Whoa.

- Nice hit. - Go get it!

- Hey, come on! - It went on the Peacocks' property.

Here's another one!

Come on, let's play!

Come on, baby, bring it home to Momma. Come on, right here.

Come on, baby. Bring it home. Come on, right here.

That's it. Ease up. Come on.

Get to it.

Compression marks indicate the shovel blade to be approximately 6% inches.

The deeper indentation on the right side of the mark suggests a left-handed individual.

I've collected soil specimens...

...and, although numerous shoe impressions remain from the game...

...I think dental-stone casts will prove invaluable to the investigation.

And I've quit the FBI and become a spokesperson for the Ab Roller.

Smell that. It's perfume. Eau de ball.

God, this brings back a lot of memories of my sister.

All-day games out on the vineyard...

...ride your bikes to the beach, eat bologna sandwiches...

Only place you had to be on time was dinner.

Never had to lock your doors. No modems, no faxes, no cellphones.

If you had to do without a cellphone, you'd lapse into catatonic schizophrenia.

You don't know me as well as you think. My work demands that I live in a big city...

...but if I had to settle down, build a home, it'd be a place like this.

It'd be like living in Mayberry.

Agents Mulder and Scully?

Hi. I'm Sheriff Andy Taylor.

For real?

Can't thank you or the Bureau enough for 00min' out. It's just me and my deputy and...

Hell, we never had anything of this nature.

Do you have any thoughts or suspects?

Population of Home is only a few hundred. Everybody knows everybody, pretty much.

Any local women who were pregnant and now suddenly aren't?

No. I just saw Mary Ellen and Nancy. They're both doin' fine.

Hey, Sheriff, who lives in that house there?

Did you question them?

Cos they've been watchin' us.

That farm belongs to the Peacock family.

Three boys now - well, men.

Guess you could call them human.

Their folks were in a bad car wreck. We suppose they died.

You suppose?

We tried to administer medical attention, but the boys hauled the bodies away...

...took 'em home.

They haven't been seen in ten years, so... we suppose they died.

Have you questioned the men?

The Peacocks built that farm during the Civil War.

It still has no electricity, no running water, no heat.

They grow their own food.

They raise their own pigs. They breed their own cows.

Raise and breed their own stock, if you get my meaning.

It is, however, the closest residence to the crime scene.

Those boys are feeble, Agent Scully.

And sad. They wouldn't know what you were talking about.

- They could have witnessed... - Look, this town is my home.

I love it.

It's quiet. Peaceful.

I don't even wear a gun.

I've seen and heard some of the sick and horrible things that go on outside my home.

At the same time, I knew we couldn't stay hidden for ever.

That one day the modern world would find us and my home town would change for ever.

And when I saw... it... in the ground...

...I knew that day had come.

Now I wanna find whoever did this.

But, in doing so, I'd like it if the way things are around here didn't have to change.

I know this is iffy Bureau jurisdiction, but I didn't know where else to turn.

So I called the Bureau in Pittsburgh, and when I described the victim...

...they said I should see you.

We should take a look at the victim, then.

We don't have a lab or a morgue.

I've got a room down here, might be a bit cleaner.

By the way, this is my deputy, Barney.

- Hie'? - Fasten!

I could use a bit more elbow room.

The thing is, see, folks have been dropping in to ask about the case...

...and I wouldn't want anybody to pop in and see this.

- You could just lock the door to the office. - Folks know I never lock the door.

They'd start rumours.

Oh, my God.

Mulder, it looks as if this child...

...has been afflicted by every rare birth defect known to science.

I'll have to order DNA typing from the crime lab...

...but there appears to be abnormalities associated with Neu-Laxova Syndrome...

...Meckel-Gruber Syndrome, exstrophy of the cloaca... I don't even know where to begin.

I guess we can rule out murder as the cause of death, huh?

I don't know about that.

There's evidence of occlusion due to dirt in the nose and mouth...

...indicating the dirt has been inhaled.

There's something rotten in Mayberry.

Imagine all a woman's hopes and dreams for her child, and then nature turns so cruel.

What must a mother go through?

Apparently not much in this case, if she'd just throw it out with the trash.

I guess I was just projecting on myself.

Is there a history of genetic abnormalities in your family?

No.

Just find a man with a spotless genetic make-up...

...a high tolerance for being second-guessed, and start pumpin' out the little tJber-Scullys.

- What about your family? - Hm?

Aside from needing corrective lenses and being abducted by extraterrestrials...

...involved in a governmental conspiracy, the Mulder family passes genetic muster.

Scully, that child inside is a tragedy.

Some young parents, probably scared kids, disposed of an unwanted birth.

In a very certain sense, infanticide is involved, but this is not an FBI matter.

From what I know about genetic defects...

...that child isn't the result of a single polygenic mating.

Let the local authorities investigate that.

Those defects are autosomal-dominant disorders.

And from the degree, I'd say mutations that go back many generations.

Scully, Sheriff Taylor implied that the boys in that family...

...were not the type that could easily get dates.

But he also implied that they practise inbreeding.

Now, we all have a natural instinct to propagate.

Do we?

There are theories which pose that our bodies...

...are simply vehicles for genes needing to replicate.

Yeah, but there's no sister, the mother's been dead for ten years...

But if the instinct and need is strong enough, they will answer it any way they can.

Now a woman gave birth to that child, Mulder, and, my guess is, against her will.

And kidnapping is a Bureau matter.

Scully...

I never saw you as a mother before.

No, there's no probable cause.

They match.

- This room alone should convict 'em. - If we can find them.

They probably bolted when they saw us coming.

We'll alert Sheriff Taylor to get a warrant for the brothers' arrest, put out an APB.

And check any prior missing persons for a woman.

And check the vehicle identification number on that Cadillac.

If the mother's alive, they probably took her with them.

I've issued descriptions and warrants for George Raymond Peacock...

. . approximate age, 30, . ..

...Sherman Nathaniel Peacock, approximate age, 26...

...and Edmund Creighton Peacock, 42.

- What about missing persons reports? - Deputy Paster's on it right now.

Do you recall recently any vehicles you found, thought to be abandoned...

...but which might belong to kidnap victims?

We saw a white Cadillac in the Peacocks' front yard.

We get so many of those.

A car breaks down, they move on.

Well, we'll check on those in the morning.

You get some sleep, Sheriff.

You too, Miss Scully. Good night.

Whoa! Don't move, don't move.

Damn.

- You still planning on making a home here? - Nah. Not if I can't get the Knicks game.

Just as long as a brutal infanticide doesn't weigh into your decision.

- Good night, Mulder. - Good night, Mom.

Mulder, this lock is broken.

You don't have to lock your doors around here.

Sometimes we walk

Hand in hand by the sea

And we breathe in the cool

Salty air

Andy, what are you doing?

Taking one good last look around... before it all changes.

Oh, honey, some to bed, huh'?

It will still be here in the morning.

Come on, honey.

You turn to me

With a kiss in your eyes

And my heart feels a thrill

Beyond compare

Then your lips cling to...

It's wonderful, wonderful

Oh, so wonderful, my...

The eldest dominant male in the pack moves in to ensure that the prey has been killed.

Encircling the prey is a signal to the others it is safe to...

What a moment to share

It's wonderful, wonderful

Oh, so wonderful, my love

Andy, what is it?

Hide, under the bed. I'm goin' for the gun.

But they wouldn't have much meaning without you

Some quiet evenings

I sit by your side

And we're lost in a world of our own

You turn to me

With a kiss in your eyes

And my heart feels a thrill

Beyond compare

When your lips cling to mine

It's wonderful, wonderful

Oh, so wonderful, my love

- (Whimpers) - (shouting)

I feel the glow