Miss Holland, I'm Nurse Waite.
I'll be assisting in your procedure.
Is it going to hurt?
You won't feel a thing; there isn't even any blood.
Dr. Lloyd's done over a thousand lipo procedures.
You're in good hands.
Okay, here we go.
I'm going to give you a tranquilizer now,
and then right before the operation,
the doctor will give you injections
of saline and anesthetic.
And all you have to worry about
is buying a new wardrobe.
Here are your messages, Doctor.
Oh, fine. Thanks.
Your liposuction patient is prepped
and waiting in room five.
Fine. What else am I scheduled for?
You've got a scalp reduction and a blepharoplasty following.
They prepped?
Um, no.
Would you like me...
Get them ready, please.
I'd like to move right along this morning.
Yes, Doctor.
How are you doing?
Is the doctor going to be much longer?
I think my tranquilizer's starting to wear off.
I'm sorry.
Um, I-I don't know where...
Dr. Lloyd!
I think this patient is finished.
What else do you call it
when you're in your body and out of it at the same time...
without the ability to control your actions?
To stop yourself from doing what I did to that poor man?
What else do you call it?
Spirit possession or demon possession.
While these kinds
of extraordinary mental states
have been well-documented throughout history,
they've been much maligned, rightly or wrongly,
and haven't held up in court well as a criminal defense.
I would like to reiterate that I've advised
my client against speaking to you,
and I'd appreciate it
if you would direct any legal discussion
to counsel.
Dr. Lloyd, are you currently taking
any kind of medication?
The occasional sleeping pill
and prescription antacid for my stomach.
Would you mind allowing me to check the dosage and which ones?
No, I really...
I would like to know why because...
I think you've gotten
a clear picture of my client's story
and his willingness to go along with your investigation.
Yes, I believe we have.
Dr. Lloyd, you say that you've taken sleeping pills.
How much sleep did you get the night before?
I, um...
I can't recall.
The sleeping pill he was taking was something called Somanil.
I've heard of it.
It's popular because it works
directly on the central nervous system
and it isn't stored in body tissue past its intended use.
But it's also very controversial for its addictiveness
and its effects on long-term behavior.
What was... what was the date of, uh,
Dr. Lloyd's prescription?
Well, he started taking the drug five years ago
and he went through... ooh, he took a lot of it.
19 100-tablet refills.
Wow.
Yeah.
You know, that's more than a pill a day.
An addiction, in other words.
An addiction which very well
could have altered his ability to do his job.
How many of these procedures
would you say Dr. Lloyd's performed?
Well, judging from his schedule the day of the accident,
hundreds and probably thousands.
And not one fatality.
You're missing my point here, Mulder.
This-this place is a veritable factory.
Cosmetic surgery is the boom industry
of the medical world,
and ASU wards like this are a gold mine.
Everybody's doing it-- so I hear.
And a brand-new
state-of-the-art facility like this
can support an entire hospital.
What do you suppose these are?
What?
These five marks
on your brand-new state-of-the-art floor.
Well, they look like they were made
by the coasters from an O.R. table
or some kind of equipment.
They look to me like they were burned or scorched.
In the shape of a pentagram.
Mulder, if you want to connect the dots here,
you should look at the facts.
Iatrogenic deaths--
or deaths due to doctor error--
are upwards of 80,000 a year.
Dr. Lloyd was pushing his limits.
He was an accident waiting to happen.
I'm not a doctor, Scully,
but you got to be pushing pretty hard
to mistake a beer belly for a bald head.
Not to mention door number three.
It's amazing that no one saw him
in time to stop him.
Maybe they were all possessed.
I don't think it's just a simple possession, Scully.
I think it's more like sorcery
or black magic or something like that.
Excuse me.
What kind of procedure is that up there?
It's a rhinoplasty.
I'm sorry, who are you?
Uh, we're with the FBI.
I'm Agent Scully, and this is Agent Mulder.
We're investigating
a patient's death here.
Oh, uh... yes.
You're Rebecca Waite; you were the attending nurse
at the time, am I correct?
Yes.
Can you explain to me
what happened with Dr. Lloyd--
how a mistake like this could happen?
No. No, I can't really. Um...
I wasn't in the O.R. at the time,
and... it's difficult for me in my position.
Did you observe Dr. Lloyd at all
before the accident?
I helped prep the patient.
I was supposed to assist.
I did my job as a nurse.
Are you aware that Dr. Lloyd is claiming
he was possessed during the incident?
I guess it's cheaper than malpractice insurance.
Uh-huh.
Give him 500cc's of ringers wide open
before he goes to recovery.
I need you to keep up with me here.
Right away, Dr. Shannon.
Uh, Dr. Shannon, can we have a word with you, please?
I'm sorry. I've got a patient who can't wait.
Yeah, there's magic going on here, Mulder...
only, it's being done with silicone, collagen
and a well-placed scalpel.
What we have to do here
is keep calm and do nothing out of the ordinary.
The appearance here of any dissembling or impropriety
will only deepen the FBI's probe,
on top of Dr. Lloyd's insurance investigation.
Dr. Lloyd has made us a target.
The last thing we need
is to be caught up in an exposé.
Then they start looking at our books again.
I mean, it's bad enough we have to explain
why buttock liposculptures cost 4,000 a pop.
We look greedy; therefore, we look guilty.
We haven't done anything wrong, Dr. Ilaqua.
If we give any credence
or credibility to Dr. Lloyd's story,
they're going to burn us at the stake.
What about the other personnel?
They were talking to the nurse... Waite?
She can't tell them anything...
because she doesn't know anything.
I can't feel my feet.
I'm having a skin peel...
but I can't feel my feet.
It's okay. It's okay.
Your feet are still there.
They aren't going anywhere.
I...
it's just...
I'm afraid to be put to sleep.
What if I don't wake up?
Not to worry. Not to worry.
I want you to relax
and think about your beautiful new face.
You're in good hands.
We're going to protect you.
You wanted to show me something?
Yeah.
A videotape.
This video of the operation
shows that the five marks delineating the pentagram
were in evidence prior to the patient's death.
Stop it a second.
My God, Mulder, he basically
stabbed the man to death in his sleep.
Which only underscores the strangeness.
A sane man acting under his own volition
could never perform such an act.
Look.
There.
Well, presuming that has anything
to do with this, who would have put them there?
I don't know. A pentagram is supposed to be
a symbol of protection and positive power
used to control the elemental forces.
Well, then it doesn't even make sense.
Yeah, but it does make sense that witchcraft or black magic
would find a theater in a place like this,
preying on the weak and vainglorious.
But there's no other evidence
of anything like witchcraft taking place here.
Maybe there is.
What was that prescription that Dr. Lloyd was taking?
The sleeping pills?
No, the stomach antacid.
Read me what it's made from.
"An anti-spasmodic
whose active ingredients include belladonna alkaloids..."
Belladonna.
It's also known as witch's berry.
That's an herb used in hexing rituals.
Mulder, do you know how many pharmaceuticals
listed in the PDR contain belladonna?
Yeah, just one-- the one that Dr. Lloyd was taking.
Well, if it's that simple, why don't you put out an APB
for someone riding a broom and wearing a tall black hat?
You jest, Scully, but there's a good chance
that this hex or ritual or whatever it is
may not be finished.
Well, the FBI seem to have backed off,
at least for the time being.
Yes.
Are you finished for the day?
Yes.
I've got a laser peel; then I'm out of here.
We're going to get through this, Eric.
All we have to do is keep our heads on straight.
The patient is prepped, Dr. Shannon.
Is there anything you need me to do?
Yes, I'm going to need a clean pair of scrubs
from the laundry-- I forgot to pick some up.
I'll get them now.
Is there anything you need, Dr. Ilaqua?
No, thank you.
Am I prepped in another room?
No. Your patient's in O.R. Two.
Who's that?
That's Dr. Ilaqua.
What the hell is he doing with my patient?
Dr. Ilaqua!
Open this door!
Eric!
Open this door immediately!
Dr. Ilaqua, do you hear me?!
You've got to stop this now!
This is wrong!
What are you doing?!
Stop this right now!
Eric, open this door immediately!
This is Dr. Shannon speaking!
I said stop this now! Stop!
You don't remember anything, Dr. Ilaqua?
How you got in the room
or what compelled you to do such a thing?
No. I was on my way home.
Do you realize what you've done now?
Yes.
May I?
I'll be right back.
Did you examine the victim?
No, just Dr. Ilaqua. Why?
I found something else on the videotape.
Right there.
What are they, bruises?
I don't know, but the orientation of the points
describes a pentagram again.
See?
Well, I found something, too.
That's the same prescription Dr. Lloyd was taking.
You think it's just a coincidence?
Any change in scheduling or workload
is going to give the appearance of covering guilt.
We can't compromise our position on this.
Sorry to barge in,
but this is a matter of some urgency.
Uh, no, please.
Dr. Jack Franklyn.
May we ask you to sit down?
It appears we've interrupted a gathering.
"Gathering."
Sir...
can you imagine this group's concern
about what's happened
and our urgency to resolve this
and to finally bring the person responsible to justice?
Finally?
I don't know how much of this you know,
but, uh, ten years ago,
there were several deaths at this hospital
here in the ASU.
And like, uh, the recent deaths,
they were all ruled accidental.
Were any of you here at the time?
A few of us, yes,
but...
more importantly...
there's a nurse, Rebecca Waite.
She was on the ward during those incidents.
Six weeks ago,
she transferred back here to the ASU.
Do you have any other reasons to suspect her?
Well, she's the only person on the ward
who had some contact with each of the victims
and the doctors involved.
Have you spoken with her?
No, she left the hospital early,
and no one's been able to find her.
Probable cause.
On the suspicion of being a witch?
Mulder.
What could she have been doing in here?
Probably not tax returns.
You have reached the 911 emergency line.
Please stay on the line.
You don't know what you're doing.
Let me go now!
They don't understand; you have to tell them.
I want to speak to her. Tell them!
I need to speak to her. Mulder, don't.
I tried to stop him, but it's too powerful.
Someone has to stop...
Get the paramedics over here!
Get the paramedics over here now!
Watch it.
Come on.
She's swallowed straight pins and is bleeding internally.
You've got to get her into surgery immediately.
There we go.
I'm going with her to the E.R.
I would have done it myself...
but I'm still a little shaky.
Jack, you're a lot cooler than I'd be if it'd been me.
Ah, well...
the important thing is it's over now.
Dr. Franklyn?
Oh...
Agent Mulder.
I came by to see if you were okay.
Yes, I'm-I'm fine.
Thank you.
That woman broke in here.
She was in here waiting for him.
Looks like she took a pretty good shot at you.
Yes... apparently.
Nothing that a little plastic surgery
won't fix up though, huh?
You have any idea why she might have attacked you?
Well, I'm the one who voiced suspicion about her.
She wouldn't have known that.
Could've been any one of us.
She's obviously quite mad.
We have reason to believe
that she's a practitioner of ritual magic.
Ritual magic?
A practicing witch.
You're saying she's who's responsible
for Dr. Lloyd and Dr. Ilaqua?
That witchcraft caused them to kill those patients?
I think a lot remains to be proven.
I'm sorry.
Uh, this evening has been a bit much,
and I really need to get some rest.
I think all of us would like
to get some rest... get back to work and...
put this behind us.
Mulder, it's me.
Come in. It's open.
God, you look tired.
I do?
I was just at the hospital.
Our suspect, Rebecca Waite,
was pronounced 20 minutes ago.
Cause of death?
Massive blood loss
due to esophageal hemorrhaging
caused by the expulsion of hundreds of straight pins.
You ever seen anything like that?
Well...
in med school, I saw some weird stuff.
Uh, there's a psychiatric disorder called pica,
which is characterized by the craving
for non-food objects like clay, rocks, glue.
But if she swallowed...
Then she would have died
long before she yakked them up on the driveway.
Unless, of course,
she didn't ingest them at all,
which would fit with the phenomenon
called allotriophagy.
Allotriophagy?
Yeah. The spontaneous vomiting or disgorgement
of foul or strange objects,
usually associated with someone possessed.
Mulder, I won't refute that this woman
may have been practicing the occult, but...
what comes out must first go in.
Well, according to this book, people throughout history
have coughed up all kinds of things,
from cue balls to butcher's knives,
without any explanation of how they got there.
Where'd you get this from?
Rebecca Waite's house.
It's the same place I got this.
This calendar was open to April.
The 30th was marked
by a symbol that you're familiar with by now.
What's the significance of the 30th?
It's one of the four greater witches' Sabbaths--
their seasonal high holy days.
According to that book over there,
it's also known as Roodmas.
It's also the birth date of the first victim.
Now, July 31...
is also marked with a pentagram.
This coincides with Lammas,
another one of the witches' Sabbaths.
It's also the birth date of the second victim.
So you think she was choosing her victims
based on their birthdays?
No, no. Remember, I said
the pentagram is a protective symbol.
I think Rebecca Waite was trying to save those patients.
I think she knew that they were in danger.
Which made her attack Dr. Franklyn.
I think she knew something about him,
and I think we should find out what that is
before he goes back to work.
I just got a very disturbing call.
From whom?
The FBI.
They were asking about patients' birth dates.
They're on their way over here right now.
Thought this was over.
Apparently not.
You got a good thing going,
you can bet somebody will try and take it away.
I'm beginning to understand why a man becomes a conservative.
He's got something to conserve.
Are you all right, Jack?
Yeah, I just didn't get much sleep last night.
Of course you didn't.
I'll be fine.
Gail, push my ostoplasty back half an hour.
Yes, Doctor.
I'm taking your chem peel.
You're going home.
I said I'll be fine.
Take a look at yourself.
You look like hell, Jack.
Look, I appreciate the offer...
Don't get me wrong.
I am not being magnanimous here.
We just can't afford
to make any more mistakes right now.
Yes. Thank you.
Dr. Franklyn's already left, but his office
confirms that one of his patients has a birthday
which corresponds with one of the Sabbaths.
When is that patient scheduled?
This morning-- she's already in pre-op--
and one of the other doctors is filling in.
Is Dr. Franklyn okay?
He's just not feeling very well.
Oh.
I-I suppose this is one of those procedures
that all doctors here can do, is-isn't it?
Yes.
Yes. Dr. Franklyn said that a ch-chemical...
skin peel is safe...
almost... risk free.
We're looking for Dr. Shannon.
Our practice has been affiliated with Greenwood for 13 years.
Now the ASU accounts for over 50%
of this hospital's revenue.
Do you understand what that means?
It means that while doctors in other fields
have seen their earnings fall because of managed health care,
you've all managed to become wealthy.
We fill a need.
We didn't create it.
Everyone wants to be beautiful.
But our success made us arrogant.
I'm willing to accept responsibility
for certain of our...
mistakes.
"Mistakes"?
Like those patient deaths ten years ago?
That any of us could be capable of such gross negligence
was inconceivable.
So you covered it up.
If we did,
it was with the hospital's blessing.
They conducted the investigation.
We had become too valuable an asset--
something they had to protect,
even at the cost of five people's lives.
There were five deaths?
Yes. Four patients.
The fifth was a colleague of ours who...
for all intents and purposes, worked himself to death.
He died of a drug overdose.
What was his name?
Dr. Cox.
Clifford Cox.
Do you have a file on him?
Probably in the computer.
Great. I'm going to need that
and the files on those patient deaths ten years ago.
Why, Mulder? What are you thinking?
"Dr. Clifford Cox, birth date July 7, 1939."
Now, can you take that photo and run it through
the cosmetic surgery program I saw on this computer?
Take me a few seconds to load up the software.
Mulder, I'm still not sure where you're going with this.
Ten years ago, four patients died.
Like the recent victims,
their birth dates all match the witches' Sabbaths...
except Dr. Cox.
But Cox was a doctor.
Nothing about his death matches up, except its coincidence.
Maybe, maybe not.
I'm online here.
Okay. Now, this software was created to give patients an idea
of their projected result, right?
Within the limits of what the patient comes in with,
we try to approach that aesthetic ideal.
The computer runs a program
based upon a matrix of relative proportions.
Vanity.
Vanity-- all is vanity.
Here it is.
Now can you move the eyes further apart
and strengthen the forehead?
That is beyond our surgical capabilities.
I know.
I don't understand.
It looks like Jack Franklyn.
Where else do you think he could be?
I don't know.
I'll check the O.R.
Maybe he's there.
He's not answering his pages.
Did you try his home?
Answering machine.
What are you thinking, Mulder?
That Dr. Cox murdered these patients ten years ago
and then became Dr. Franklyn?
No, Scully, I think he murdered those patients
so that he could become Dr. Franklyn.
This kind of transformation
is medically impossible.
It's not medicine, Scully.
It's blood sacrifice.
Blood sacrifice?
The most potent offering in black magic.
What if this man, having reached the limits of medical miracles,
decided to stage a miracle all his own?
So this man committed these murders
in order to make himself beautiful.
Everybody wants to be beautiful, Scully.
Jack.
What are you doing?
I'm so glad that you're here.
Jack, stay right where you are.
I hope those instruments were properly sterilized.
Dr. Franklyn?
Scully, come over here.
Stop right there.
Look what you're standing on.
This one's different.
It's been inverted.
See these two upright points here?
They represent the goat of lust
attacking heaven with its horns.
Look. He's inscribed all the names
of the patients who were killed.
Including Dr. Shannon.
Clear the way! Moving through!
What did you swallow?
She didn't say.
I'm going in to do an exploratory laparotomy.
Please... don't.
Give her two units blood, stat.
Someone get a 16-gauge I.V. in
and open it wide.
I'll get the I.V., Doctor.
No.
Please, no.
No.
No, please.
Don't.
Where's Dr. Shannon?
They said she was brought here in an emergency.
Dr. Shannon?
Mulder, here.
Don't let them operate on her.
Hold them off until you hear from me.
Where are you going?
To find Dr. Franklyn.
Forceps.
Here you go.
Sponges.
Suction.
Saline.
More sponge.
You have to stop this procedure immediately.
Whoever that person is, get her out of here now.
I'm Special Agent Dana Scully.
I'm an FBI agent.
Get out of here now! Listen to me!
I'm a doctor!
What the hell's going on here?
I'm a federal agent. I don't care who you are.
You can't interrupt a surgery in progress.
This woman could die.
That's exactly what I'm trying to prevent.
Dr. Hallender,
please call obstetrics.
Dr. Hallender, please call obstetrics.
What happened?
Well, they saved her life.
They just pulled a whole whack of surgical instruments
out of her intestinal tract.
God only knows how they got there.
Then it failed.
Code blue team
to the E.R. stat.
What's wrong with you?!
Oh, my God!
I tried to stop him!
He just went crazy!
We're losing her fast! I think he killed her!
What is this patient's birth date?
October 31.
Halloween.
On Samhain...
the fourth witches' Sabbath.
I can't tell you how happy we are
that you've decided to join us, Dr. Hartman.
Well, I like
what I've seen so far.
The truth is, I've always been drawn to Los Angeles.
With your credentials,
I'm sure you've had plenty of options.
I've been reviewing
your patient portfolio.
Your work is among the most impressive I've ever seen.
I like to say,
whoever God didn't get around to creating in his own image,
it's our job to recreate in ours.