God's love will set us free.
And I believe...
...if I pray for that love...
...if I get down on my knees...
...and allow God to enter
my hardened, lonely, miserable heart
and change me through and through,
that miracle... will come.
Now, who here believes that with me?
Do you?
Yes, sir, I believe it.
Do you?
Well, believe, because God's love is not just some slogan.
It's a promise
straight to you from the Lord Almighty himself.
A promise paid for
with the blood of his only begotten son, Jesus Christ
of Nazareth.
All you have to do
is believe.
Amen!
God's love will set you free.
Now, doesn't that just lift up your heart
and make you want to say "glory!"
Amen!
Glory! Amen!
Join with me.
Allow the spirit of Jesus Christ
to show you the way up to our Heavenly Father.
Glory!
Amen!
Glory! Amen!
Let God's love free you from your prisons
and deliver you to his side in Heaven.
Glory! Amen!
Praise his name.
Praise his holy love.
Glory! Amen!
Glory!
Amen!
Glory! Amen!
Glory. Amen.
Glory.
Amen.
Glory. Amen.
Glory.
Amen.
Glory. Amen.
Glory.
Amen...
You believe that, Donnie?
God loves a sack of crap like you?
Bible says.
Bible says you kill women, cut their pinkies...
Glory. Amen.
...you're going to burn in hell.
Glory. Amen. You listening to me?
God's got a place for you, all right.
Sick puke.
Then where's that leave you?
Sorry.
Just not good enough for the Illinois penal system.
My hands! My hands!
Life without chance of parole
for the premeditated and sadistic sexual murders
of five Twin Cities women in 1994.
Donald Addie Pfaster.
You two put this man away.
Yeah.
Someone forgot to throw away the key.
Yeah, well, that's another story.
Right now, we have to apprehend this man.
We'd use all the help you can give us in understanding
exactly who it is we're after.
Donnie Pfaster is a death fetishist--
a collector of bone and dead flesh,
of toenails and hair.
It's what floats his boat, gets him off.
He's a sick man.
Sick would describe him.
We found women's fingers in his freezer.
He liked to eat them with his peas and carrots.
So it's just women he's after?
Just women.
Been five years in here thinking about only that.
I'm sure he's worked up quite an appetite.
I happen to know you two agents have a particular forte--
a thing for... what is it called?
The supernatural?
Now, the circumstances of the escape...
I promise you there is nothing supernatural about this man.
Donnie Pfaster is just plain evil.
♪ Don't look any further ♪
♪ Someone to count on ♪
♪ In a world ever changing... ♪
Case closed.
♪ Here I am, baby... ♪
Didn't look at the file, did you?
A man escaped from prison.
Not a man.
Donnie Pfaster.
And he didn't just escape, he walked out.
He walked out of a maximum security facility,
and no one seems to know how he did it.
Isn't that why we're here?
That's why I'm here.
I don't know about you.
Why are you here?
Go home, Scully.
Mulder, this case doesn't bother me.
The man abducted you.
Donnie Pfaster did a number on your head
like I've never seen,
and it's okay to walk away.
Mulder, that man does things to people
that no one should ever have to think about.
It's not a question of if I should stay.
I don't have a choice.
So let's get to work.
Well, this isn't the first incident.
Two prisoners have escaped from maximum security facilities
in neighboring states over the past year.
At 6:06 this morning,
Donnie Pfaster made it three.
And what's so supernatural about that?
Dozens of witnesses,
guards and staff, and no one
seems to remember anything.
For a while, they didn't even know
these guys were missing.
Have they been apprehended?
No, neither of the men have ever been seen again.
I already told the warden everything I know...
everything I saw that day.
Yes, but I'm still a little confused.
Maybe you could go over it again.
I'm a Christian man.
Then I know you'll tell me the truth.
Yeah.
But I got no idea about Donnie Pfaster
or how he broke out.
You and Donnie Pfaster were in the garment shop
at or about the time he disappeared.
Well, it wasn't just me.
I mean, there was a lot of us in the shop.
Yeah, but you had something happen.
You had an incident.
Yeah.
Something like that.
You cried out to the guards that you'd cut your hands.
My fingers, man.
I saw them all cut off.
Others saw them, too.
No, but I felt them cut off.
How do you explain that?
God works in mysterious ways, brother.
Glory.
Amen.
Glory.
Amen.
Glory.
Amen.
Post-hypnotic suggestion.
Did you see him?
You mean, did I see him raise his foot?
Yes, I saw that.
A programmed behavior
prompted and manifested by suggestion--
in this case, a rhythmic motion of the hands--
producing an unconscious act in a conscious state.
Doesn't work on you.
I know what hypnosis is, Mulder.
Group hypnosis.
If you're suggesting
that Donnie Pfaster escaped from prison
using a technique from a Vegas lounge act,
I'd think again.
Mesmer was able to hypnotize and command entire audiences.
So, how would Donnie have acquired this amazing ability?
I'm not saying that it was Donnie.
Well, then who?
Three inmates are missing from three separate prisons.
One man has had possible contact with each of those cons.
The prison chaplain.
Glory. Amen.
Not God. The chaplain.
Scully, what?
That song-- can you hear that?
Barely.
I haven't heard that song since high school.
That's the second time I've heard it in the last hour.
Well, I think if it was a make-out song,
I think it'd be ruined forever now, huh?
Looking for something to eat?
Me?
How about today's special?
You aren't a narc, are you?
No.
You're looking at my hands.
You need a buff and polish.
What are you? A freak?
I-I just got out of prison.
Hey, missy.
Leave the customers alone!
I'll do it for free.
You just got out of prison,
and you want to give me a manicure?
I'll even do your cuticles.
You receive the Lord's grace,
and this is your thanks?
What?
Who do you think got you out of prison?
I don't care.
I'm busy right now.
The grace of God got you out,
and it's the only thing that will keep you out.
I thought you were kidding.
He's chosen you, Donnie.
Later.
You called them on me.
No.
Then do something.
I have a car.
We aren't going to make it to the car.
It's within his power.
Glory, amen.
Was he here?
Well, um...
we're trying to determine that.
Did you see him?
Well, that's a good question.
We thought we saw something,
but apparently we didn't.
We got a call about
a possible sighting of the suspect.
Well, something happened here, huh?
Guy got hit by a car.
Prison chaplain, it turns out.
A Reverend Orison.
Paramedics took him to the hospital.
He's in pretty bad shape.
♪ In a world ever changing ♪
♪ Here I am, stop... ♪
Excuse me, uh, could you turn that up, please?
Yeah.
♪ What you need is a lover ♪
♪ Someone to take over ♪
♪ Oh, girl ♪
♪ Don't look any further ♪
♪ And it's strange ♪
♪ When you think of the chances... ♪
You're lucky to be alive, Reverend Orison.
Who are you?
Special Agent Dana Scully.
Believe in the Lord, Agent Scully.
He believes in you.
That's nice.
But my partner and I are more concerned
with several disappearances from maximum-security facilities
that seem to involve you.
Don't be concerned.
God has them.
What do you mean?
Reverend?
You're a believer, aren't you?
This has nothing to do with me, sir.
It has everything to do with you.
You have faith...
have had faith.
You hear him calling you,
but you're unsure what to do.
It's not exactly a long shot, sir.
You stand
as you do now,
neither here nor there... longing,
but afraid, waiting for a sign.
But the signs are everywhere.
What happened to the inmates, sir?
Everything has a reason, Scout.
Everything on God's earth.
Every moment of every day,
the Devil waits for but an instant.
As it is, it has always been.
The Devil's instant is our eternity.
Good Reverend.
How do you do?
Or maybe I should say, "How do you do it?"
His is the word.
I am but the messenger who delivers it.
Well, this delivery arrived a little late--
a little late and a little cold
as a matter of fact.
I thought you'd want to see it.
What is this?
Blood of the lamb, Reverend.
Handiwork of Mr. Donnie Pfaster--
a young girl he picked up at the bus stop.
Oh, Lord.
Where is he, Reverend?
He took my car.
She wasn't supposed
to die.
No. Donnie was supposed to die.
You were supposed to kill him.
That's why you freed him.
God knows you're capable of it.
The Reverend Orison is really Robert Gailen Orison--
convicted in 1959 of first-degree murder.
Served 22 years in Soledad.
God spoke to me.
He told me to look after Donnie.
When God spoke to you, Reverend,
did he happen to mention where Donnie was headed?
Where are you going, Mulder?
Prove that man's a liar.
How do you prove that somebody isn't being directed by God?
You don't believe that it happens?
God is a spectator, Scully.
He just reads the box scores.
I don't believe that.
You think God directs that man?
You think he directs him to kill?
Donnie Pfaster isn't dead, and we don't know
that the other inmates who escaped are dead, either.
So, what?
You think that God directs him
to let the prisoners out to kill?
No, but I believe that
the reverend believes what he's saying--
that's it's God working through him.
Well, plenty of nut bags do.
Has he ever spoken to you?
I'm trying not to take offense.
What did he say?
Mulder, I have heard that song three times now.
That may not mean anything to you,
but it means something to me.
What does it mean?
I never thought about it before.
It never meant anything to me until yesterday
when it made me remember something.
What?
When I was 13,
my father was stationed in San Diego.
I was listening to the radio, to that song,
when my mother came in and told me
that my Sunday school teacher had been killed.
Oh.
He had been murdered in his front yard.
And that's the first time that I ever felt
that there was real evil in the world.
Mulder, Reverend Orison called me "Scout."
That's the same name that my Sunday school teacher called me.
Donnie Pfaster escaped from prison
at 6:06 a.m.
That's exactly the same time
that I woke up yesterday morning when my power went out.
So, what do you think that God is telling you?
Well, all right. Come with me, Scout.
I'll show you how the reverend talks to God.
Police are involved
in a four-state manhunt for a prisoner who escaped
maximum security in Marion, Illinois.
He was last seen driving a green 1970 Chevrolet Impala
with a black landau top.
He is described as six feet tall, medium build...
It's a cerebral edema.
Swelling of the brain-- a trauma not uncommon
with this kind of head injury or accident.
Except this isn't accidental.
The cause, in fact, as it was stated to me,
is self-inflicted.
There's a small hole
here in the skull
which allows oxygen into the brain cavity,
the result of which is the Reverend Orison has three times
the normal blood volume pumping through his brain.
And he did this himself?
Yeah. My guess is he-he probably did it
when he first got into prison--
when he first learned how to use its powers.
"Its powers"?
There's a theory that at this point in human evolution,
our mental capabilities are limited
only by inadequate blood supply.
In fact, centuries ago, in the Peruvian Andes,
holy men used to physically remove parts of their skulls
in order to increase blood volume, or drill small holes.
So this hole in his head enables Reverend Orison
to help these prisoners escape?
The practitioners of this
found that they could perform certain mental tricks,
one of which they called "stopping the world."
Well, nobody can stop the world, Mulder.
I don't care how many holes they have in their head.
Yeah, but maybe they can alter perception of it,
creating a disparate version of reality
which they can then project through hypnosis.
But why?
I mean, even if he could, why?
Donnie Pfaster is serving a life sentence
without possibility of parole.
That's the final judgment as far as society is concerned,
but not in the eyes of God,
or in the eyes of a man who thinks he's God's tool.
Well, then if Reverend Orison meant to kill Donnie Pfaster,
then why is he still alive?
I don't know.
Maybe he unleashed something that he couldn't control.
Maybe he thought he was opening the door of perception,
but then unwittingly he... opened the gates of hell.
What?
Glory, amen.
Are you Donald?
Yes.
I'm from Tip-Top Gentlemen's Service.
This isn't your place, is it?
No, why?
'Cause I was coming up the stairs
and got stopped by the landlord--
like it's any of his business.
He told me some Reverend Orison lives here.
Now, you ain't no preacher, are you?
No.
Good.
They always like the weirdest things.
You know what I mean?
You okay?
Yes.
Something you want to say?
Love your hair.
What are you doing?
Is your hair chemically treated?
My hair?
I don't know which product to use.
You're not using no product-- I'm clean, my hair's clean.
If you're going to be that weird about it,
I ought to just leave.
I'm being a gentleman.
Well, be a gentleman
and get me a towel.
I'm going to get out of here.
It's a wig.
They lied to me.
You lied to me!
Where'd he go?
Marshal?
What?
The prisoner-- the man you were guarding in this room--
what happened to him?
He's gone, Scully; so's the marshal's gun.
You didn't see him?
Let's go, Scully.
What is it?
What does this mean?
Did you tell him?
No, I only told you.
Oh, he must have... overheard us
when we were talking in the hallway.
I didn't mention the name of the song.
I'm sure you did. No, I'm sure I didn't, Mulder.
Well...
maybe this was meant for you.
Don't look any further.
Whosoever sheddeth man's blood
by man shall his blood be shed.
What are you doing?
Taking you home.
The wicked...
will be punished.
Pray for God's love, Donnie.
Find the humility in yourself to allow God into your heart.
All you have to do is believe.
Repent.
You'll feel God's love come to show you the way
to his heavenly kingdom.
Are you sorry for what you've done?
You...
What did you say?
Never... no... no...
no...
Why are you crying?
I can't... I can't...
Beg his forgiveness for what you did to those girls.
For what you did to all those poor, helpless girls.
My violence is always waiting
for an instant.
For when his back is turned.
You can see it now.
Are you crying for your sins
or for yourself?
No, Reverend.
I cry for you.
Because you cannot kill me.
It's funny,
when all is said and done, there's...
not much mystery in murder.
And for that I owe you an apology, Mulder.
What do you mean?
Well, you were right.
I was looking too hard
for connections that weren't there.
Orison was a murderer, plain and simple.
He liberated those prisoners
so he could bring them out here and pass judgment on them.
I guess, in his own twisted way, he was making good with his God.
Glory, amen.
Let's go home, Scully.
You know, Donnie Pfaster placed the call to the police
that led us out here.
It's almost like he's begging us to hunt him down.
This X File is over...
lying dead there in a grave he dug himself.
Let's let the U.S. Marshals take over from here.
Don't look any further, Scully.
This is Fox Mulder.
Leave a message after the...
Agent Mulder, Marshal Joe Daddo in Marion.
Just talked to a call girl
who I.D.'d Donnie Pfaster as an attacker.
Claims Pfaster got real upset when she was wearing a red wig.
Upset she wasn't a redhead.
This mean anything to you?
Appreciate a call back.
Go back to hell!
Who does your nails, girly girl?
Let me go!
The only reason why you're alive
is because I asked the judge for life!
The only reason
why you're alive is because
we didn't kill you when we could!
You're the one that got away.
You're all I think about.
I'm a federal agent.
You do anything to me,
and they will not give you a break this time.
I'm going to run you a bath.
♪ Don't look any further ♪
♪ Day-o, umba day-o ♪
♪ Mambu ji ay-o... ♪
Now, be good
and don't cause me any problems.
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Oh, whoa, whoa ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Someone to count on ♪
♪ In a world ever changing ♪
♪ Here I am ♪
♪ Stop where you're standing ♪
♪ What you need is a lover ♪
♪ Someone to take over ♪
♪ Oh, girl... ♪
♪ Don't look any further ♪
♪ And it's strange ♪
♪ When you think of the chances ♪
♪ That we've both been in a state of mind ♪
♪ Too cool to be careless ♪
♪ Looking for the right thing ♪
♪ Oh, baby ♪
♪ Don't look any further ♪
♪ Tonight ♪
♪ We're gonna take a trip to paradise ♪
♪ Rocking all night long, baby ♪
♪ Daylight ♪
♪ I'll still be looking in your heavenly eyes ♪
♪ And we'll go on and on ♪
♪ Day-o, umba day-o ♪
♪ Mambu ji ay-o ♪
♪ Don't look any further ♪
♪ Day-o, umba day-o ♪
♪ Mambu ji ay-o ♪
♪ Don't look any further ♪
♪ Someone to count on ♪
♪ In a world ever changing ♪
♪ Here I am, baby ♪
♪ Stop right where you're standing ♪
♪ What you need is a lover ♪
♪ Someone to take over ♪
♪ Here I am, babe ♪
♪ Don't look any further, further... ♪
Excuse me.
Yeah, sure.
If you want to pack some things, we can get out of here.
Yeah.
You can't judge yourself.
Maybe I don't have to.
The Bible allows for vengeance.
But the law doesn't.
The way I see it, he didn't give you a choice.
And my report will reflect that...
in case you're worried.
Donnie Pfaster would've surely killed again
if given the chance.
He was evil, Mulder.
I'm sure about that, without a doubt.
But there's one thing that I'm not sure of.
What's that?
Who was at work in me.
Or what...
what made me...
...what made me pull the trigger.
You mean if it was God?
I mean...
what if it wasn't?