We interrupt this program
for a breaking news bulletin.
90 miles and counting--
that's how far officers of the Nevada Highway Patrol
have pursued the blue car on your screen
in a wild chase right through the heart of Elko
at speeds approaching 100 miles an hour.
Live on the scene in Carlin
is Chuck Pickering in the Fox 11 News chopper.
Chuck, what can you tell us?
Benjamin, we're heading west
following Route 766, where it feeds off the I-80.
Now, just under an hour ago,
troopers attempted to pull over the blue car,
which we understand is stolen.
That occurred on the 80, east of Wells.
Now, since then, this driver
has stopped for nothing and nobody.
Any word yet on who the driver is?
None at this time. What we do think, though,
and what we've passed on to the highway patrol
is that from our vantage point,
we've seen another person in that car.
See right there? A hand.
It just moved. See in the backseat?
Now, we could possibly have a hostage situation here,
and obviously, the sooner
they bring this vehicle to a stop...
Unit six, ready at milepost 13.
Coming your way, six.
Well, that did the trick.
The automobile seems to be coming to a stop.
Chuck, what did they just use there?
It looked to be a special tire-puncturing chain.
And now the officers are approaching the car.
One of them has opened the door, and he has hold of the suspect.
He's pulling him out.
He doesn't seem to have a weapon.
Well, he may not be armed,
but from our vantage point,
it looks like he doesn't want to get out of that car.
Vicky! Vicky!
Please get it out of my head.
Please.
Let me go! Let me go!
Vicky!
No!
...hostage appears okay.
The Highway Patrol has her now.
But, Chuck, it looks like that driver is still fighting.
Yes. He's definitely putting up a bit of a fight.
He seems to be a man with a few choice words on the subject,
as you can see.
They're trying to restrain him.
I'll tell you, we're going to move back
and try and get a wider angle.
See, there's the woman...
What the heck? She's...
Vicky!
There. See? She's banging her head against the window.
What the hell just happened?
Cut! Cut!
Yeah?
Uh, Virgil Nokes?
I'm Agent Scully. This is Agent Mulder.
We're with the FBI.
Jehovah's Witness?
No, sir. Federal Bureau of Investigation.
But we do have a free copy
of The Watchtower for you, if you like.
Uh, sir, this is just a routine check,
but, uh, we understand
that you recently placed an order for 5,000 pounds
of ammonium nitrate fertilizer.
Oh, you people.
Come on in.
Sugar beets.
Excuse me?
I grow sugar beets.
...authorities in Riverside County, California...
Figure I got better things to do
with my fertilizer than going around
blowing government buildings sky high.
Yeah. Well, as we said, sir, this is just routine.
So routine, it numbs the mind.
Experts credit a healthy economy...
I got my ag card and my papers
around here somewhere.
...a strange death on a Nevada highway.
Help me look for them, will you?
As we reported earlier, a wild police pursuit
ended in tragedy this morning
with the death of a 36-year-old female hostage.
This was the scene west of Elko, Nevada, one hour ago...
Hey, Scully, take a look at this.
...died mysteriously while in custody.
We once again want to warn our viewers,
this footage is extremely graphic.
Now, the hostage is still inside the car.
It appears as though
she's banging her head against the window.
At this time, Highway Patrol officials
are refusing to identify the woman
or to speculate on how she died, though they do stress
it was not the result of gunshot.
A preliminary coroner's report isn't expected
for a day or more.
Meanwhile, residents of northern Nevada who first wit...
Thank you, Captain. That's no problem.
We'd be happy to help.
Mm-hmm.
We'll be happy to help what?
See you soon.
Mulder, we're not going to Nevada.
Come on, Scully. Just one quick side trip.
No. Sorry, Mulder. We have a whole new assignment.
Running down people that buy fertilizer?
This is scut work, bozo work.
This is the FBI equivalent of being
made to wear an orange jumpsuit and pick up trash
by the side of the highway.
They mean to humiliate us.
Look, Mulder, like it or not, humiliated or not,
we're on domestic terrorism now.
And, yes, this is... this is a punishment.
But if we want to get back to where we want to be,
we have to follow orders; we can't freelance.
You saw that news report; what did you make of that?
I think that the obvious assumption is that the woman
was shot, regardless of what the police say.
Maybe it was a sniper.
In the words of their captain,
"She just sort of popped."
And what about this guy who supposedly tried
to take her hostage, her husband?
Looked to me like he was trying
to warn the cops before she died.
Now, the sun will rise in America tomorrow,
regardless of whether or not
we're at yet another farm,
investigating yet another enormous pile of doo-doo.
We can be in and out in a day. Nobody has to know.
S-Somebody!
Please! It's starting!
Somebody!
Why can't we see him?
Well, hopefully later.
He pitched quite a fit in his cell--
screaming a bunch of nonsense that
we were going to kill him the way we killed his wife.
You know, he's not a particularly stable individual.
Captain, he may need medical attention.
He's getting it.
Our doctor's with him now.
I mean, after whatever happened to his wife--
which I'd like to stress was not our fault--
we're not going to take any chances, you know?
Patrick Garland Crump of Montello, Nevada.
40-year-old roofer.
No history of mental illness.
No prior record.
He's got one now.
That Barracuda he jacked on the Utah state line--
he yanked some teenager out of the window,
threw his wife in back and took off.
Excuse me.
What do you think?
I'm thinking while we're here,
I might take a look at Mr. Crump's wife.
I'm going to stay here and see if I can see Crump.
Captain, where's Montello?
Little town right here.
So that's where it started.
That's Crump's home.
Then he headed east in this direction on the 5,
about ten miles to the Utah border,
where he stole the car.
You got it.
Yeah, but you caught up with him in Wells.
Where's that?
That's here.
So that means that he started off in this direction,
then all of a sudden, he turned around
and he headed west... to Wells. Why?
The former Vicky Jenkins Crump.
I'm hoping you can tell me what I'm looking at,
'cause this is a new one on me.
There's no gunpowder residue,
no carbon stippling.
There seems to be no evidence
of an entry wound whatsoever.
There is none. It's all exit.
But how that could be...
I'm finding what look like fragments
of petrous bone embedded
in the remaining portion of the auditory canal.
In fact, I seem to be looking straight through
to the osseous labyrinth, or what's left of it.
It's almost like a little bomb went off in her ear.
May I?
Please.
There seems to be some kind
of tumefaction within the lateral sinus.
Give us a little room here.
He just went rammy on me.
Accu-Chek is normal.
We did a Narcan push,
but he keeps getting worse.
I.V. beta blocker and topical nitro.
I don't know if you're going to get
to talk to this fella after all.
Five's a crowd, buddy.
Whoa. Something must have worked.
Heart rate's dropping.
BP's headed south.
I don't understand; what'd you just do?
Hell if I know,
but I'll take it.
Come on, Mulder.
Hey, you, out!
This lab is quarantined! Go!
Mulder?
Yeah.
Mulder, it's me.
You know how to pick them, I'll tell you that.
Look, I have no idea what killed this woman,
but I have to assume it's communicable.
Yeah.
Another body has been found just outside of Montello--
same apparent cause of death--
some kind of massive aneurysm or rupture.
Uh-huh.
And, Mulder, I've called the CDC.
They're on their way,
but Patrick Crump may be infected.
So you need to quarantine his cell
and make sure that anybody
who's had any close contact with him whatsoever
has been quarantined as well, and that means you, Mulder.
You're to have no contact with him whatsoever.
Mulder?
Well, that's going to be a little tough, Scully.
Drive.
Where are they?
Route 789, heading west.
We're keeping them in visual,
plus we're in phone contact,
not to mention the strings we pulled at the stations
to keep this thing off local TV.
Where are they going?
Crump won't say.
Wherever it is, though, he ain't getting there.
We'll see to that.
Roadblock?
We'll shut him down east of Tuscarora--
nice, clean, remote space we can own.
All right.
I want the CDC on-site.
I want the officers making the arrest to be wearing
level two or better anti-contamination suits.
I want the car decontaminated.
I want Agent Mulder and Crump decontaminated,
and I want them quarantined separately.
You got it.
Crump says that if we don't pull back our escort,
he's going to shoot your partner.
Just leave me the hell alone!
Now!
How about if we just pull over and let me out, too, huh?
I must be cramping your style.
Just... shut up.
It's you people. Figures.
What figures?
Shut up.
Damn.
Hey! No!
No!
That is... so stupid, Crump.
Shut up!
That is so stupid.
You shut up and drive, you understand?
What are you doing?!
What? What am I doing? What the hell are you doing?!
I'm composing a sonnet.
What does it look like I'm doing?
I'm slowing down for a light.
Go!
Crump?
Is this what happened to your wife?
This same thing?
If you stop moving, you die?
I think I saw this movie.
Why didn't you tell anybody?
Why didn't you tell the police?
Oh, geez.
Hey, look, I don't know how well you recall the last 30 seconds,
but your life is in my hands,
regardless of whether or not you hold that gun.
It's right here, boy. Just tell me everything you know.
That may be the only way I can help you.
You people put me here!
Shut up!
I'm guessing we got two or three miles
before the roadblock.
What roadblock? I got rid of the cops.
Check your window.
Oh...
Man, if we get stopped...
Be advised, pursuit now headed west on 80.
14, come in.
14, be advised, vehicle is headed your way.
Subject's turning off 789
about a mile east of your position
and is heading north on a fire road.
Looks like he's going to miss you.
Say what?
What's the report, Captain?
They lost them.
They were last seen on a forestry service road.
Trees were too thick.
Our helicopter lost sight of them.
Well, how did Crump know to avoid the roadblock?
That's the question.
I was hoping your Agent Mulder
would manage to steer him toward it, but...
Well, maybe Agent Mulder steered him away from it.
Why would he do that?
Maybe he knew something that we don't.
Agent Scully,
I've got the cell cultures from the second victim.
Anything?
So far, I'm seeing no evidence of infection
in either victim.
So, then, we're in the clear?
No, no. Not necessarily.
I mean, something killed these people.
Sorry. Excuse me.
Scully.
Agent Scully, please hold for Assistant Director Kersh.
Agent Scully.
Yes, sir.
How is southern Idaho?
Agent Scully?
Southern Idaho?
Think carefully.
Sir, I am not currently in the state of Idaho.
No, you're not.
In the course of prosecuting our assignment in Idaho,
Agent Mulder and I came across a situation in Nevada
which we both strongly felt needed our immediate attention.
I eagerly await your report.
In the meantime, agents of our Las Vegas field office
will be available to assist you
in tracking down Agent Mulder.
Thank you, sir.
Oh, Agent Scully...
I think, at this point,
I want to see him alive even more than you do.
Let me see the chart.
Yeah.
Can I see that for a minute?
This man worked at Silver State Power reading meters.
Yes.
What if he read the meter at Vicky Crump's place?
Crump?
Crump, what else can you tell me about what's happening to you?
Mr. Crump.
You call me by my last name, you say "mister" in front of it.
"Mister."
Got you.
Not Crump. Mr. Crump.
I can think of something else I'd like to call you.
I could put "mister" in front of that, too, if you'd like.
You know, what kind of name is Mulder, anyway?
What is that, like... like, Jewish?
Excuse me?
Jewish.
It is, right?
It's Mr. Mulder to you, you peanut-picking bastard.
Now, Mr. Crump,
what can you tell me about what's happening...
What?
You're going... the wrong way.
What do you mean it's the wrong way?
Go this way! Go this way!
I can't... I can't go...
I can't go left. There's only trees there.
Crump...
Crump... it's west.
Huh? West. You got to head west.
It's just like you did with your wife.
You took her and you headed west.
It's not just motion; it has to be in one direction.
Is that right?
What the hell happened to you?
Okay.
I want a thorough search
with an eye to the usual disease vectors.
You got it.
I think we're witnessing the same pathology here.
We need to get a blood sample.
Yeah.
Let's go.
Let's get closer.
Hold him down.
Try to hold him still!
Hang on. Let me sedate him.
One more time. You woke up this morning, then what?
We have been through this.
You woke up this morning,
but you didn't go to work. Why?
It was raining.
You don't shingle in the rain.
I was up at 6:00, reading the paper.
What was your wife doing?
Cooking, man. Breakfast.
She was just putting breakfast on the table when the...
You looked up.
I looked up, and I saw that she had this nosebleed
she didn't even know she had.
What caused it?
What do I... I'm-I'm, like, Quincy?
How the hell should I know what caused it?
Just happened.
Ten, 15 minutes later, she just...
starts getting sick.
Said she got a headache that just...
keeps getting worse and worse.
She starts... screaming.
I didn't know what the hell to do.
I just, uh...
I got her in the truck and...
taking her to the hospital.
But then it seemed like the faster we went,
the better she'd do.
But just as soon as I try to slow down or stop...
I'm sorry about your wife.
Sure, you are.
You and the rest of your Jew FBI.
Crump... Oh, yeah.
You think I don't know, huh?
You think I'm just some ignorant pudknocker, don't you?
But I get it, man!
I see what this is!
I am not sick and I do not have the flu.
Vicky and me were just some kind of...
government guinea pigs.
You think the government did this to you?
Hell yeah. Who else?
You see it all the time on the TV:
they're dropping Agent Orange,
they're putting radiation in little retarded kids' gonads.
Oh, yeah. You sons of bitches
sneaking around my woods at night--
I seen you.
You think I don't know?
Well, on behalf
of the international Jewish conspiracy,
I just need to inform you that we're...
almost out of gas.
The trailer looks clean.
No readily apparent vectors.
Dogs, housewives--
whatever this thing is, it doesn't discriminate.
There are zoonotic pathogens which spread among species.
Look at that.
The Crumps have a neighbor.
Hello?
Doctor?
Hello?
Oh, no. It's-it's okay, ma'am.
Who are you?
It's all right. I'm sorry.
Go away! Go away!
It's okay.
Okay, Crump, we got about one more mile.
I'll make it fast.
You ready?
Here goes nothing.
Turn on the pump!
Number four!
Three!
Number three!
Turn it on!
You got to pay
before you pump, buddy!
Hey, damn it! That's my car!
Where the hell do you think you're going?!
Damn it, stop!
Stop!
What are you doing?
We're going to take care of you.
Watch your step now.
One deaf woman survives unscathed
while everything else around her dies.
Why?
Wait, what are you doing?
The pathology of this thing...
it affects the inner ear.
And this area right here is ground zero.
What if what we're looking for is some kind of a sound?
Seriously?
Excuse me.
Scully.
It's Van Gelder.
Agent, I don't know what the hell your partner's thinking,
but not only is he actively evading my officers,
now he's stolen a car.
Come again?
You heard right.
He left behind a crazy note addressed to you.
You there?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Read it to me.
"Crump sick; will die if stopped,
"same as wife.
Must head west to keep alive. No roadblocks!"
Exclamation point.
This make any sense to you?
Take him at his word.
Let him through.
Let him through?
Look, uh, no offense, Agent Scully,
but how about you running it by your superiors,
'cause frankly, I think they'll say different.
I'll take that under advisement.
Agent Scully, do you copy?
Faster.
I'm doing 70.
You got to go faster. It's getting worse.
Okay.
Yeah, yeah. That's good. Okay.
Hey, uh...
...the Jew stuff.
No offense.
I mean, uh...
man can't help who he's born to.
That was an apology, right?
Gee, I don't know if I can see to drive,
my eyes are tearing up so bad.
Whatever, man.
Why are you doing this?
Why am I doing what?
This.
It's not in your best interest
to make me question that right now.
How do I know you ain't doing exactly what they want you to?
Hmm?
Driving me all around creation, experimenting on me.
How do I know it ain't that?
I guess you don't.
I ain't saying you are.
I'm just saying, that's no way to treat a man.
Take away his dignity like that.
It ain't right.
Better just to kill him.
That's all I'm saying.
Hey, you got to stay alive
if you want to stick it to the government.
If you die, you let them off the hook.
Am I right?
Huh?
You're right.
You're damn straight.
We'll figure this out.
Better figure quick.
We're running out of west.
Lieutenant Breil?
My name is Dana Scully.
I called in regard to the electrical equipment
the Navy is maintaining in the town of Montello. Right.
Listen, I don't know if there's been some miscommunication
between you and your Washington office, but, uh...
My Washington office?
Yeah. I was under the impression
that I'd explained this to the FCC's satisfaction.
Oh, I'm... I'm so sorry
to make you run through it again, uh...
for my official report to the, uh... to the FCC.
Okay. At 6:17 yesterday morning,
during a test of our ground conduction radio system,
a situation arose
in which our equipment experienced a brief power surge.
That's what interrupted television reception
in the four-state area.
However, steps have already been taken
to insure this won't happen again.
The ground conduction radio--
th-that would be Project Seafarer?
The specifics of what we do here
are classified, ma'am.
Sure, sure.
Um, would you happen to know
what effect such a surge might have on, uh...
on an organism... say, a... say, a human being?
Theoretically speaking.
Theoretically speaking?
Well, that's classified as well, ma'am.
Crump?
Mr. Crump.
Mr. Crump...
What is it, Mr. Mulder?
Mulder, are you okay?
Yeah, aside from terminal cell phone withdrawal...
That, and I got to pee. Where are you?
I'm just about to board a Justice Department jet.
Hopefully, I'll overshoot you.
Headed where?
I don't know, Mulder. You tell me.
I'm guessing wherever the hell route 36 ends,
but we can't stop, Scully, and I'm kind of
at a loss as to what to do next.
Well, I think I have a loose theory
as to what caused this.
Well, lay it on me.
Okay.
Mulder, you know what E.L.F. waves are?
Extremely low frequency radio transmissions?
Yeah. Uses an antenna, like, 50 miles long.
The military uses it to communicate
with the Trident submarine, Project Seafarer, Project Haarp.
Well, Seafarer has an antenna array
stretching beneath the edge of Patrick Crump's property.
Now, E.L.F. fields have been shown to...
to produce biological effects in human tissue,
inducing electrical currents, altering chemical reactions.
Not to mention that as a potential weapons application,
it's been referred to as "electrical nerve gas,"
or may be behind the so-called "Taos Hum."
What if some overload, some-some hum from this system
could somehow match the resonant frequency of the human skull?
I mean, what if it could induce a like hum
that-that could somehow exert a rising pressure
on the labyrinth of the inner ear,
in a sense shattering it?
But with constant movement somehow ameliorating
that pressure, making it bearable.
But why only westward movement?
I don't know, Mulder, I don't know.
I mean... I mean, maybe it has to follow
certain lines of force, electrical or magnetic.
But the big question, Scully, is: what do we do about it?
Well, I think I know, Mulder,
but it's nothing that Mr. Crump is going to like.
We'll be there.
What?
Well, whether they did this to you
intentionally or not, you were right.
They did it to you.
So, what do we... what do we do?
Your one chance
is that we meet my partner at the end of the highway.
There, she will insert
a long, large-bore needle into your inner ear,
hopefully relieving the pressure.
Now, when we get there, she's going to have to work fast.
She's only going to have one chance.
She's not going to be able to use any anesthetic,
and it will probably leave you deaf.
But I'll live, right?
Well, that's what it's all about.
All right, man. Let's do it.
Mr. Mulder, could you go a little faster, please?
Just a little more is all I need.
Sure.
Just a little bit faster.
Get ready!
Let's go.
"Justice Department jet:
"2.6 turbine hours round trip
"at $1,400 an hour.
"Car rental-- over-mileage, out-of-state use penalties:
"Compensation to one Walter R. Duncan
"for unauthorized use
of his 1968 Caprice station wagon: $500."
Why don't you bill me.
I'll bill your partner instead.
You two obviously relish the role of martyr.
Okay. So are we done here?
Back to the bozo work
investigating huge piles of manure?
You can always quit.
Sir, Agent Mulder has been through a lot.
And you apologize for him a lot.
I've noticed that about you.
I'm not apologizing for this.
Because of his work, the D.O.D. is shutting down
their antenna array in northeastern Nevada.
Our participation in this case has saved lives.
I don't see you proving that.
The Department of Defense admits no culpability whatsoever.
Furthermore, they say
the closing of the facility was coincidental.
Right.
Don't misunderstand me, Agent.
I don't care if you and your partner
saved a school bus full of doe-eyed urchins
on their way to Sunday Bible camp.
You no longer investigate X Files.
You are done.
And the sooner you and Mulder
come to recognize that, the better for both of you.
Big piles of manure.