Gosh, go home, Harold.
I'm not done yet.
- Harold, you hear me ? You should've gone home already. - I'm not done yet.
For cryin' out loud. This ain't so difficult.
I'm not done yet !
Harold, it's past your bedtime.
It's okay. And the doctors will be worried about you.
You did a good job today. Now you go home. Come on.
[ Harold Mumbling ]
Thirty-seven, forty-five,
sixty-three, seventy-one,
eighty-six, ninety-two.
[Clanking Sound]
What the hell ?
[Man] Geez!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God ! Oh !
I'll get help ! Oh !
[Siren Wails]
[Siren Wailing]
Officer ! Officer !
Go on, sir. This don't involve you.
There's a woman inside. She's bleeding. She's--
My God.
That's her !
That's the girl I saw.
[ Screams ]
Hey, Scully ! Take a look at this.
What am I looking at ?
The pin setter. See the way it's wedged and broken ?
[Scully] Yeah.
Mr. Pintero said that would only happen if considerable weight was placed on it from above.
- This is where you saw the body ? - Yes, ma'am.
She was caught up in the machinery. Her neck was cut.
And the blood from the victim was pooling where ?
Right here.
But both the body and the blood were gone when you returned ?
Yeah ! But like, like I said, the woman in the parking lot--
Was the same woman that you saw caught up in the machinery ?
That's right.
Look, I'm not making this up.
- No one's suggesting that you are, Mr. Pintero. - I saw the look on her face.
Can I ask you a favor ? Can I get a soda ?
- A cola ? Something like that ? - Sure, yeah.
What is that "look," Scully ?
I would've thought that after four years, you'd know exactly what that "Look" was.
You don't believe in ghosts ?
You're saying that what this man saw was the victim's ghost ?
Sounds more like a disembodied soul.
Which is just another name for a ghost.
Except according to Mr. Pintero, this one was trying to communicate.
She was speaking to him as if she was trying to tell him something.
- It sounds more like a death omen. - A death omen ?
Yeah. It's a spirit being that arrives as a harbinger of death.
This is the third reported sighting in as many weeks. And as many murders.
Each time the victim appearing near the crime scene trying to communicate, to say something.
- Communicate what ? - I don't know yet, but-- Thank you.
If you hold on a second, I may have an answer for you.
Hey ! What are you doin' ?
"She is me."
- What ? - Written onto the wax. "She is me." Look at this.
Three victims. All women.
All approximately the same age, height, weight, hair and eye color.
All attacked within the same six-block area of each other.
Our F.B.I. profiling model...
suggests a white male, late 20s, early 30s.
His victims were probably strangers to him.
Symbols representing other women in his life.
perhaps all women.
- Hey, you, in the back ? Are we boring you ? - No, not at all.
Because if you have nothing to contribute to this profile--
I do have something to add. I think that following the F.B.I. model in this case,
will not only fail to turn up the killer,
but will undoubtedly lead to more victims and more deaths.
You want to tell us who you are and what you base that on ?
I'm Special Agent Mulder. This is Agent Scully. We're from the F.B.I.
We're here following up a lead that seems to have been dropped.
A statement made by the proprietor of the bowling alley--
The guy who claims he saw the victim.
No, no, not the victim. Her apparition.
What the Irish calla fetch. What is more commonly known as a wraith.
Oh ! Okay.
-Were there any written messages in any of these other cases ? -Written messages ?
Do the words, "She is me" have any meaning to you ?
You mean Penny Timmons' last words.
Those were her dying words ?
- According to a 911 call we received-- - Who made that call ?
- A nut. - What do you mean ?
There were no dying words. penny Timmons’ larynx was severed.
She couldn't cry for help even if there was help to cry for.
- And no one followed up on this lead ? - No.
- I'll have someone get you the number and you can follow up. - I'd appreciate that.
People ? People ?
Listen up now. I brought some folks who want to talk with you.
Nurse Innes, could you gather the group ?
All right, everyone, let's go. You know the drill.
Get your seats. Group seating. Go on in.
Harold ? Come on. Harold.
- Good morning, everybody. - Good morning, Mr. Alpert.
I brought visitors today. They're investigating a crime.
It's okay. They just want to ask you a few questions.
Hi. I wanted to ask...
if anybody used the pay phone in the hallway on Friday night ?
Because somebody called the police and reported a murder.
[ Whispering ] Sloppy Joe night.
That was Sloppy Joe night.
Ooh ! That was me. I did it.
I admit it. I did it. I'm just a human being after all.
Chuck, tell the truth.
Nah. I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it.
I lied. I lied, but I'm just a human being.
Has anyone used the pay phone...
to call the police ?
Anybody recognize this woman ?
[Chuck] That's the lady that got murdered.
- [Man] Yeah, she's the one. - [Woman #1] I recognize her.
[Woman #2] I know her. She was murdered.
And does anybody recognize this man ?
- Oh, yes. Yes, he did it. - He did it.
- He's the murderer. - He’s a very funnyman. - He smiles a lot.
Uh--
- [Mulder] The quiet man in the back. - Harold puller.
[Mulder] The only one who didn't raise his hand. Yeah.
- Has he ever been a problem ? - Harold ?
No ! He has a tendency to get a little worked up.
- Do you think I can talk to him ? - Yeah, sure.
All right.
I think I found something here, Mulder.
In these photos taken by the forensics team,
the third victim, her left hand, that band of pale skin ?
- It looks like she wore a ring on that hand. - A wedding ring, yeah.
Yeah, but she wasn't married.
- So what, he stole her ring ? - No, not at all.
[Mulder] He switched it.
And in all the other murders, he repeated the same ritual.
Changing the ring on each of the victims.
Nice catch, Scully.
Any idea about the psychology at work ?
There's something called ego dystonia, a form of obsessive compulsive disorder,
where a person has the persistence and inescapable impulses...
to change things, to organize, to reorganize.
But it's not ordinarily something that escalates to a murderous impulse.
Not ordinarily, unless there was a more complex psychology at work...
like pronounced mental illness.
- You really think that the killer is a patient here ? - I'm not sure the killer is here.
But the person that made that phone call is. I think his name is Harold Spuller.
- Did he cop to making the call ? - No. He's about to.
I don't know anything.
I didn't do anything. Leave me alone.
You made that phone call, didn’t you, Harold ?
No.
Did you say the words, "She is me" ?
No.
Have you ever heard those words ?
No !
Have you ever seen a ghost, Harold ?
No. No.
No ! No ! No ! No !
No! No! No! No! No, no, no, no, no!
- Harold, down. - No, no, no, no, Please leave me alone.
- Don't, Harold. - Leave me alone! No, no, no, no!
- No, no, no, no, no ! - Harold, listen to me.
When you're right, you're right.
Seventeen, thirty, thirty-seven, forty-five, fifty-three.
Harold Spuller suffers from pervasive developmental disorder...
where they're sometimes called atypical autism.
He has spent his entire life in and out of facilities just like this one.
He has been medicated, he has received shock therapy,
and aside from his other disabilities,
he has been diagnosed with severe ego dystonic obsessive compulsive disorder,
which would explain the switching of the victims' rings.
- So why all of a sudden ? - You mean what made him snap ?
I think his outburst clearly showed a frustrated impulse towards violence...
when he was put in a challenging situation.
That out burst didn't come until after I'd asked him if he'd ever seen a ghost.
Mulder, the man is disturbed.
You could see the pressure building in him from the moment the interview began.
Yeah.
Why are you now so unconvinced that Harold Spuller is the man we came looking for ?
I'm sure Harold Spuller's the man that made that phone call.
But what led us to him, it still remains unexplained.
- "She is me" ? - Mm-hmm. And the other apparitions.
Like the one Mr. Pintero saw at the bowling alley.
I think I have an idea about that, if not an explanation.
Harold Spuller is at this facility voluntarily,
which means he can come and go as he pleases.
To kill those women, or to hold down a job or both.
Oh, Scully.
- Yeah, it's okay. - You sure ?
Yeah, it’s just-- I'm fine.
I just need to find a washroom.
- [Knocking On Door] - [Mulder] Scully ?
- [Knocking On Door] - [Mulder] Scully, you in there ?
Yeah.
They found another victim. A college student with her throat cut,
just about half a block from here.
[ Siren Wailing ]
Her name was Lauren Heller, age 21 . She was single.
Apparently she was on her way home from a bar that she part-timed at after school.
She had a ring on her left hand. It was switched to her right hand.
The pinkie finger.
She was dead less than an hour when she was found.
That would rule out Harold Spuller as the killer.
No, actually it doesn't. Harold's not at the home.
He’s nowhere to be found. His nurse locked him in his room after we left,
but he managed to escape unnoticed.
[police Radio, indistinct]
I don't imagine he'd be too hard to find.
Yeah, but we should be the ones to find him.
If only to find out what "She is me" means.
Mulder-- [ Sighs ]
What ?
I think I'm gonna let you take care of that.
I, uh, I think I'm gonna get this checked out.
Just, you know, just to be safe.
- You want me to drive you ? - No, no, no. I'm fine, really.
I've had the doctors keep a close watch, and this is just a precaution.
- You're sure ? - I'm fine.
Bye.
[Harold] Nine, seventeen, twenty-six, thirty-two--
[ Continues Mumbling Numbers ]
[Harold] No.
I just want to be left alone.
[Doctor] We've spoken about your fear.
You've been afraid to express it to others, to Agent Mulder.
- This is different. - How ?
Several months ago, I was diagnosed with a cancerous mass.
A nasal pharyngeal tumor that cannot be operated on,
and cannot be treated by conventional medicine.
I'm sorry.
I don't mean for this to sound too dire.
My health has been good. I have been checked up on a weekly basis.
You've kept working ?
Yes.
It's been important to me.
Why ?
Why ? Um--
Agent Mulder has been concerned.
He's been supportive through this time.
Do you feel that you owe it to him to continue working ?
No.
I guess I never realized...
how much I rely on him before this.
His passion.
He's been a great source of strength that I've drawn on.
What happened last night, Dana ?
I saw something.
And I don't know what to trust.
If I saw it because of the stress ?
Because the image had been suggested to me ?
Or if it was a suggestion of my own fears ?
Your fear of failing him ?
[ Chuckles ]
Maybe.
What did you see ?
I saw a woman who had recently been murdered.
But I saw her.
It appeared as if she was trying to tell me something.
- Do you know what ? - No.
Are you sure ?
- Hey, you're back. - Yeah. I'm looking for Harold Spuller.
Harold ? What for ?
- Suspicion of murder. - You think Harold killed those women ?
You obviously don't think so, huh ?
Harold's worked for me for ten years.
He might be crazy, but he couldn't kill anyone.
- He's a sweet kid. - Yeah. You know where he is now ?
- He was here this morning when I arrived, arranging the shoes. - He has a key ?
No, he's got some damn way of gettin' in through an abandoned building next door.
Did you ever get lane six working ?
No. Not since I saw the girl.
[Mulder] Harold ?
Harold, I just want to talk to you.
Harold ?
[Harold Mumbling] She is me. She is me. She is me. She is me.
[Mumbling Continues]
She is me. She is me.
Harold ?
She is me. She is me. She is me.
She is me. She is me. She is me. She is me.
Eight, seventeen, thirty, thirty-seven.
I wanna make this clear from the start.
My client is suffering from a mental disorder which impairs his judgment.
He will not answer any questions regarding his guilt or innocence.
I'd be real happy if he’d quit talking right now.
Anytime Harold becomes upset or unwilling to cooperate,
this interrogation will end.
Detective Hudak ?
Tell me why you did it, Harold, huh ? Come on.
Tell me why you killed those women.
What did I just say ? This is totally unacceptable.
I am prepared to tell my client not to cooperate.
- [ Mumbling Numbers ] - Harold, you knew those women who were murdered, didn’t you ?
[ Mumbling Numbers ]
That's why you’re scared.
You're afraid they've come back to visit you.
Penny Timmons.
Eight, seventeen, thirty,
thirty-seven, forty-five, fifty-three, seventy-one,
- eighty, ninety-two, ninety-nine, one-oh-eight. - Mrs. Schipiro.
Fourteen, twenty-nine,
thirty-eight, fifty-seven, seventy-one, seventy-nine,
one hundred and one, one hundred and seventeen.
Michelle Chamberlain.
Seventeen, thirty-two,
forty-nine, sixty-nine, seventy-eight,
eighty-seven, ninety-nine.
What was her shoe size ?
- Six-and-a-half. - There you have it.
- This is not a confession. - He killed them.
- Harold, listen. I'm advising you not to respond... - He stalked them, fixated--
nor to cooperate with this investigation any further!
Harold, there are people that think you murdered these women. I'm not one.
But I need your help for me to prove that.
You think you can do that ?
I think you can.
Mr. Pintero, I'd like to search the building for anyways in or out,
- that Harold might have of the bowling alley. - Sure.
Thanks.
You okay, Harold ?
The shoes are out of order, Mr. Pintero. I'm sorry.
Hey, it's okay, buddy. Don’t you worry about it.
You get this straightened out with these folks, then come back and keep me in line.
Okay, Mr. Pintero.
[ Harold Mumbling Numbers ]
I wanna know why the hell we're being led around like this ?
- I'm hoping it will become clear to us when we find it. - Is that right ?
- He's gonna show us something that's gonna exonerate him ? - I think so.
Here.
Here what ?
My God, they're all here. Every victim.
- [Attorney] This proves nothing. - He fixated on them.
I see hundreds of scorecards up here.
- Thousands of names. - Choose a name.
Pick a name. Pick any name up there.
Fred Graham.
Seventeen, forty-two, sixty-seven, eighty-eight,
one hundred and seven, one hundred and twenty-two,
one hundred and thirty-one, one hundred and sixty-six,
- one hundred and seventy-eight, two hundred and one. - Two hundred game. Not bad.
You're saying he has all these scores in his head ?
Including the victims.
[Attorney] You said this proves his innocence. How?
- I'm not sure exactly, but I think that-- - No !
No !
No, no, no !
- [Harold Crying] - [Man] Breathe!
One, two, three, four, five. Breathe.
He just keeled. Fell right over. I've done all I can.
[ Sobbing ]
Must've been a heart attack.
[Doorbell]
Hey, Scully. Is it too late ?
No. What are you doing, Mulder ?
- I need your help on something. I needed your medical expertise. - On what ?
Harold Spuller. Oh !
I'm sorry. I didn't even ask you. What did your doctor say ?
- I'm fine. - Good.
What's up, Mulder ?
Angie Pintero, the bowling alley guy ? He's dead.
- How ? - Natural causes. Heart failure. Just keeled over.
- That's what you need my medical opinion on ? - No.
Harold Spuller had a premonitory vision of his boss's death.
- I don't understand. - Harold saw an apparition.
What may have been Angie Pintero's disembodied soul...
at the moment of or just prior to his death.
- How do you know ? - Because I was standing right there when he saw it.
- But you didn't see it yourself? - No.
Why ?
I don't have that facility.
That kind of connection to the victims that would have made such a vision possible.
What's Harold Spuller's connection ?
I don't know its exact nature, but I think it has something to do with his autism.
That Harold experienced a profound attachment to these victims,
but because of his disability, was unable to express...
the depth and power of those relationships.
So somehow a psychic or preconscious bond was formed that went beyond the temporal.
Whoa, wait a minute. So Harold knew the people that were killed ?
Yeah, from the bowling alley. Going back seven years.
Even if what you're saying is true,
Harold wasn't the only one who claims to have seen these apparitions.
No. But he does have something in common with those who've had the visions...
that is quite powerful in its own right.
- Which is what ? - They were all dying.
Um, one of emphysema, one of cancer and, uh, now Angie Pintero.
Harold Spuller's dying too ?
Well, that's what I need your medical opinion on.
- Well, what if he isn't ? - I would be very surprised.
What is a death omen if not a vision of our own mortality ?
And who among us would most likely be able to see the dead ?
Harold's at the resident home right now.
I'll meet you there.
[Alpert] Harold ?
[Man] Agent Mulder will be sending a doctor to examine you.
[Alpert] Well, you’re back. It's gonna be all right now, Harold.
They just want us to keep you here for a little checkup.
There's nothing to worry about. Thanks, officers.
All right, Chuck.
Go to bed. You can see Harold in the morning.
See ? Everyone's so glad to see you back, Harold.
You'll be able to talk to Chuck in the morning.
You still have to take your meds though, Harold.
Keeps you flyin' straight and level.
Eighty, eighty-eight, ninety-two, ninety-nine.
Come on. It's the way we always do it.
Seventy-eight, eighty-seven.
Atta boy. Good stuff.
Hi. Lucas brought him back.
- [Nurse Innes] Is he acting up ? - No!
I think he’s just a little scared.
I've been tryin' to get him to take his meds.
Fourteen, twenty-nine, thirty-seven.
- Why don’t you let me sit with him for a bit ? - Okay, sure.
Take your poison, Harold.
Go on.
What’ve you got to live for now, huh ?
What did you tell them, Harold ?
- Fifty-nine. - Did you tell them about your little girlfriends ?
Huh ?
- Did you tell them how you were in love ? - No !
Did you show them your pictures ?
No.
What do you think those girls thought of you, Harold ?
Do you think they loved you back ?
[ Mumbles ]
No one could love you, Harold.
Look at yourself.
They looked at you and saw an ugly toad, a retard.
- Agent Mulder. - Thanks for accommodating us again.
- Not a problem. We're all concerned for Harold. - I understand.
- You're bringing a doctor ? - Agent Scully's a doctor.
- If you could arrange to have Harold's medical records made available-- - [Scream]
Oh ! What's happened to you ?
- Oh ! - Don't touch that.
Don't touch that. It's just a cut.
[Nurse Innes] He just went wacko.
I was tryin' to get him to take his meds and he went berserk.
He jumps me, he starts pounding me like he wants to kill me.
Did he say anything ?
No, he just started screaming like a lunatic.
Something's gone wrong with him. I think he's lost it for good.
I'll be damned if I'm gonna take care of him anymore.
I think you should get this cut on your head looked at.
Maybe just give me a few minutes to get my nerves back.
Okay, everybody, everything's fine now.
Come on, back to bed. That's right, dear. Go on now.
We'll see you in the morning. Night-night, everybody.
- What can I do to help ? - Call the police. Ask for Detective Hudak.
Tell him what happened. Tell him to look for Harold down at the bowling alley.
- Are they gonna arrest him ? - I don't see that there's anyway around that.
I'm sorry.
- Maybe you were wrong. - Well, that's a superficial head wound, Scully.
He didn’t mean to kill her or maim her.
That’s not the work of a murderer if you ask me.
- Then why would he do it ? - Maybe Harold is sicker than we thought he was.
Maybe. We won't know until we can examine him.
[Mulder] I think there’s someone you can talk to about it.
Why don’t you talk to his roommate, and I'll see what I can do about finding Harold.
Oh, hi.
- Is your name Chuck ? - Yes. Yes, it is.
Chuck Forsch. F-O-R-S-C-H.
Chuck Forsch. [ Clears Throat ]
- Do you share this room with Harold ? - Yes, he's my friend.
Do you know where he is ?
He's dying, isn't he ?
- Harold is dying. - Why do you say that ?
Nurse Innes. She's, she's trying to poison him.
- Who told you that ? - Harold.
He said she told him she was putting poison in his meds.
- Harold hasn't been taking his medication ? - I don't know.
I don't know everything. I'm only a human being.
But I do know that-- that Harold's my friend.
He wouldn't hurt anybody.
You know, he really loved them.
Who ?
Harold, he gave them to me.
He was afraid.
Does anybody else know about these pictures, Chuck ?
Nurse Innes.
How are you feeling ?
I'm, you know, shaky.
Understandable.
Working with these people, it starts driving you crazy too.
I'm just looking forward to going home.
- Will your family be a comfort ? - I live alone.
No children ?
Just the one my husband ran off with.
Nurse Innes, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to step out into the hallway.
[ Yells ]
Stay where you are !
Drop it !
- Let it go ! - [ Yelling ]
[Gunshot]
[ Groaning ]
She’s alive. Let's get a paramedic inhere.
Yeah.
- You're cut. - Yeah, she attacked me.
You might wanna bag that. I'm pretty sure it's the murder weapon.
She had been taking Harold's meds-- clonazepam and clozapine--
the unregulated effects of which are violence and unpredictable behavior.
Yeah, but why did you even suspect her ?
I went in to talk to Harold's roommate,
and he said that Harold thought she had been poisoning him.
So I went in to confront her and she just went off.
- Why do you think she killed those women ? - I don't know.
I mean, maybe in some drug-addled way, she was trying to kill happiness.
Harold's happiness. His love for those women.
Maybe trying to destroy something she thought she'd never have again.
- "She is me." - I don't know.
- Have they found Harold ? - Yeah.
They found him in an alley a few blocks from here, face down on the pavement.
They worked on him for 20 minutes, but he couldn't be revived.
- What happened ? - Well, preliminary diagnosis is apnea: respiratory failure.
- As a result of what ? - The paramedics are at a loss to explain that.
But if what you’re saying is true, that Harold stopped taking his medication,
then that could have been a factor in his death.
- At least in the visions that he was seeing. - Harold Spuller wasn't dying.
He was killed as a result of what that woman took away from him.
Is that your medical opinion ?
- I saw something, Mulder. - What ?
The fourth victim.
I saw her in the bathroom before you came to tell me.
Why didn’t you tell me ?
Because I didn't want to believe it.
Because I don't want to believe it.
Is that why you came down here ? To prove that it wasn't true ?
No. I came down here because you asked me to.
Why can’t you be honest with me ?
What do you want me to say ? That you’re right ?
That I believe it, even if I don't ? Is that what you want ?
- Is that what you think I want to hear ? - No.
You can believe what you want to believe, but you can't hide the truth from me.
Because if you do, then you're working against me.
And yourself.
I know what you're afraid of.
I'm afraid of the same thing.
The doctor said I was fine.
I hope that's the truth.
I'm going home.
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