(A fire is raging in a building, and the fire chief is directing operations.)
FIRE CHIEF: Hurry and get him out of there. I need two men on the left side, now. (to an E.M.T. pushing a stretcher) Wait a second. Where are you going with him?
E.M.T.: He's dead.
FIRE CHIEF: Well, there's a woman over there who isn't, and she needs some oxygen.
(The E.M.T. leaves the stretcher. As policemen hold the crowd back, Reverend Samuel Hartley and a young boy, Samuel, make their way to the stretcher.)
FIRE CHIEF: (in background) Get on the horn, let them know we can release the hook and ladder in five minutes.
(Hartley unzips the body bag on the stretcher, and a lifeless, charred arm falls out.)
SAMUEL: I want you to rise. Rise up and heal!
FIRE CHIEF: (approaching them) What the hell are you doing?
REVEREND HARTLEY: The boy's laying on hands.
SAMUEL: Rise up and accept the miracle He has given you.
(Samuel holds the lifeless hand in his.)
REVEREND HARTLEY: Amen. Hallelujah.
SAMUEL: I have the Holy Spirit of God within me tonight.
FIRE CHIEF: You don't understand. The man's dead.
REVEREND HARTLEY: Then the boy can't possibly do any harm, now can he?
SAMUEL: For this is the power of belief, the power to separate the light from the darkness. To create life from death.
REVEREND HARTLEY: Amen.
FIRE CHIEF: All right, everyone! Show's over! Let's clear the area! Go on home! Let's start getting that 1-inch back in the truck.
(The crowd begins to disperse and the fire chief walks away. The lifeless hand suddenly moves, reaching up and clasping Samuel's hand.)
REVEREND HARTLEY: Hallelujah, Samuel. Hallelujah.
(Scully is playing a video tape for Mulder. On it, Reverend Hartley is starting a Miracle Ministry revival in a tent. As the crowd sings and claps, he comes down the aisle to the stage.)
REVEREND HARTLEY: Yes, indeedy, oh hallelujah! Hallellujah, praise God! Yes, indeedy, praise God! Yes. I want everybody to say 'Hallelujah'!
REVEREND HARTLEY: Praise the Lord!
(Scully pauses the tape. There is a woman lying on a table beside Hartley. Behind them sits Samuel.)
SCULLY: The woman on the table has a malignant tumor on her spine. This boy, here, is going to attempt to heal her by simply laying his hands on her.
MULDER: Where'd you get this?
SCULLY: It came in from the regional office in Tennessee. The preacher's name is ...
MULDER: Reverend Calvin Hartley.
SCULLY: You've heard of him?
MULDER: The boy's his adopted son, Samuel. He claims to have found him as an infant lying in the tall weeds on the banks of the muddy Mississippi.
SCULLY: Did you know that he also claims the boy brought a man back from the dead?
MULDER: It's more than a claim. The man he saved appears as a regular attraction in the Reverend's tent ministry. The boy's been performing miracles every week for the past ten years. Twice on Sundays.
SCULLY: Well, not according to the Kenwood Country sheriff. Local authorities think that Reverend Hartley and his son are a scam. They've been trying to shut him down for some time now, but without any luck, so they've turned to the FBI to try and get a prosecution.
MULDER: For what? Fraud?
SCULLY: No, murder. Watch the tape.
(She starts the tape, and Mulder watches while munching sunflower seeds.)
REVEREND HARTLEY: Lucy Kelly has the cancer. Her doctors say it is inoperable. They say it is incurable. But I say to you that what the doctors cannot cure, the Lord can. (crowd cheers and shouts 'amen') Yes, indeedy, praise God! Because God can work miracles. Today the clear light of God's healing love is flowing through Samuel's healing hands.
(Samuel has laid his hands on Lucy Kelly. Scully stops the tape.)
SCULLY: Twenty minutes later Lucy Kelly was rushed to the hospital. She was pronounced dead on arrival.
MULDER: What was the cause of death?
SCULLY: I don't know, but it wasn't cancer. They've requested someone with a medical background to assist local police in the investigation. I know this isn't an X-File ...
MULDER: When do we leave for Tennessee?
(The sign on the front of the tent reads "Reverend Calvin Hartley presents his Miracle Ministry featuring healer Samuel Hartley. Come as you are ... leave as you always wanted to be." Mulder and Scully approach the tent, passing a souvenir stand selling shirts and baseball caps. There is a crowd around the stand and around the entrance to the tent.)
MULDER: I think I saw some of these same people at Woodstock.
SCULLY: (smiling) Mulder, you weren't at Woodstock.
MULDER: I saw the movie.
(They give their tickets to a man at the entrance and he hands them flyers. They enter the tent.)
(Nearby, Sheriff Daniels gets out of his van. He walks around to the passenger's door, and his wife Lillian is sitting in the van.)
SHERIFF DANIELS: You all right by yourself?
LILLIAN DANIELS: I'll be fine.
SHERIFF DANIELS: Good. I won't be long.
(He touches her cheek and she smiles at him. The Sheriff walks away. After he leaves, Lillian sighs and looks downward.)
(Hartley is addressing the crowd, which includes Mulder and Scully.)
REVEREND HARTLEY: Most of you here today I know as neighbors and as cherished members of our Miracle Ministry. But some of you have come from far away, as far away as (points to one side of the crowd) Pensacola, Florida, (cheers) and (points toward the other side) Uniondale, Long Island. (more cheers) Wayne Ashton and his family. And it is especially to those of you who come from so far that I must apologize from the bottom of my heart, because unfortunately Samuel cannot be here this afternoon. (groans from the crowd) I know, I know how very deeply disappointed each and every one of you must be feeling right now, but I say unto you, do not be dismayed. Do not despair. Do not lose your hope ... because in two short days, Samuel will be back here at our very special Miracle Mission. (cheers) Yes, indeed, praise God, he will be back here ...
SCULLY: Maybe we should head backstage and see what the Reverend has to say.
MULDER: No, wait, wait, this is the part where they bring out Elvis.
REVEREND HARTLEY: ... on the faithful. Because as these blessed people up here are about to testify, Samuel can heal you. Samuel will heal you, but ... only if you believe. (several in the crowd shout "I believe!")
(Reverend Hartley is exiting from the back of the tent. He is followed by Leonard Vance, who is dressed in black with sunglasses, a black hat and black gloves. A man calls to Hartley as he steps out. Mulder and Scully are waiting for Hartley.)
MAN: Fine sermon, Reverend!
REVEREND HARTLEY: (to Man) God bless you!
SCULLY: (flashing her badge) Reverend Hartley? We're with the FBI.
REVEREND HARTLEY: I see Sheriff Daniels has sent in the cavalry.
SCULLY: We just want to talk to Samuel for a couple of minutes, that's all.
REVEREND HARTLEY: He's not here.
MULDER: Well, where is he?
REVEREND HARTLEY: I don't know. I haven't seen him. The boy's been a bit troubled lately.
VANCE: We're running late, Reverend.
REVEREND HARTLEY: If you'll excuse me ...
(Hartley gets into the back of a white Cadillac. Vance stares at Mulder and Scully for a moment, then gets in the back seat as well. The car, which has license plate "B HEALD", then pulls away, passing Sheriff Daniels. Daniels approaches Mulder and Scully.)
SHERIFF DANIELS: Agent Mulder?
SHERIFF DANIELS: Sheriff Daniels. We spoke on the phone.
MULDER: Oh, yeah. This is Special Agent Dana Scully.
(Daniels shakes hands with both.)
SHERIFF DANIELS: Right. (to Scully) You requested a copy of the coroner's report.
SCULLY: Right. Thank you.
(Daniels gives her an envelope. Scully opens it and reads the contents as they all walk along.)
SHERIFF DANIELS: I see you folks got a chance to take in the Holy Rollers' Sideshow.
MULDER: Something tells me you're not a member of the Reverend Hartley's flock.
SHERIFF DANIELS: Well, I remember Hartley when he was a soapbox preacher collecting dollar bills in coffee cans. Since the boy joined the act, he's got himself a Cadillac for every day of the week ... bought for with money that should be used to improve our roads and schools.
MULDER: People want to believe, you know.
SHERIFF DANIELS: Ninety-nine percent of the people in this world are fools ... and the rest of us are in great danger of contagion.
MULDER: Well, even if Hartley and Samuel are fakes, it's still a long way from accusing the boy of murder.
SHERIFF DANIELS: I got witnesses that say the boy was there laying hands on those people when they died.
MULDER: You think that's how he killed them? With a touch?
SHERIFF DANIELS: I don't claim to know how or why he did it. But we've been looking for the boy since Tuesday, and he does not want to be found.
SCULLY: Well, there's nothing out of the ordinary about these reports, except that there were no autopsies performed.
SHERIFF DANIELS: Hartley managed to block my autopsy requests on religious grounds. Also doesn't help that the country coroner is a dues-paying member of the Miracle Ministry.
SCULLY: Well, maybe we can arrange to have the bodies exhumed.
(That night, Mulder, Scully, the Sheriff and a deputy are in the cemetery as a backhoe digs up a grave. Mulder looks behind them and sees a group of people approaching, some carrying candles.)
SHERIFF DANIELS: It's Reverend Hartley's group. Damn. I told my people to keep quiet so this wouldn't happen.
MULDER: Looks like you may have a few believers on the payroll.
(The group approaches. They are led by Vance.)
VANCE: On behalf of the Miracle Ministry, we demand that you stop this sacrilege.
SHERIFF DANIELS: You're not just dealing with me any more, Vance. You're dealing with the FBI.
SCULLY: We don't mean you any disrespect. We're investigating a possible homicide, and federal law requires that we do a post-mortem examination on these bodies.
VANCE: I'm afraid we answer to an even higher authority than the U.S. government - one that considers grave digging and defiling corpses mortal sins.
(Vance is still wearing his all-black outfit. The skin on his face is rough, as if from skin grafts.)
SHERIFF DANIELS: We'll get that autopsy, Vance, sooner or later. You know we will.
VANCE: The deceased's family does not want her grave disturbed.
SHERIFF DANIELS: Carol Wallace had no family.
(Daniels has been listening to traffic on his radio. He steps aside to talk to his deputy.)
VANCE: We were her family. We were her family, and it was hard enough to bury her once. So if you insist on going through with this, we are prepared to maintain a vigil and do whatever it takes to stop you.
SHERIFF DANIELS: Mulder? Scully? (they step aside with him) One of my men just spotted the boy's car downtown.
SCULLY: We can't do much here, anyway.
MULDER: Let's go.
(Their cars arrive downtown.)
SHERIFF DANIELS: Not a very likely place to be saving souls.
(They enter a pool hall. A number of chairs are turned over. The proprieter, Zook, is uprighting them.)
SHERIFF DANIELS: Where's the boy, Zook?
ZOOK: He's in the can.
SHERIFF DANIELS: What happened here?
ZOOK: That damned fool started a fight. Figures them Bible-thumpers wouldn't know how to hold their liquor.
(Samuel has staggered back to his seat at a table near the bar. His face is bruised. Daniels approaches him. Mulder and Scully follow.)
SHERIFF DANIELS: Where you been, Samuel? We've been looking for you.
SAMUEL: (lighting a cigarette) Yeah. I've been thinking.
SHERIFF DANIELS: Well, you're gonna have plenty of time for that now, son. I'm putting you under arrest.
SAMUEL: For murder?
SHERIFF DANIELS: For suspicion of murder.
SAMUEL: Mind if I finish my beer first?
SHERIFF DANIELS: No, you go right on ahead. I'm gonna have someone take a statement from you. I'll see what I can do about getting your Caddy towed.
(Daniels starts away but Mulder calls after him.)
MULDER: Hey, Sheriff? What evidence do you have to charge the boy with murder?
SHERIFF DANIELS: Well, what more do you want? The boy's practically giving himself up.
MULDER: Look at him, though. He's drunk.
SHERIFF DANIELS: Then I'll add 'drunk and disorderly.' Let's get this straight. It's not a question about the boy's guilt - just how he did it.
MULDER: Let me have a minute with him?
SHERIFF DANIELS: Suit yourself.
MULDER: Samuel, I'm Agent Mulder. This is Agent Scully - from the FBI. (they sit down with him) Looks like you took quite a beating there.
SAMUEL: Penance, Mr. Mulder.
SCULLY: Some might call it a plain old bar brawl.
SAMUEL: You know what they say - he giveth then he taketh away. A man gets too proud - sometimes it does him good to get the crap kicked out him. Saves God the trouble.
SCULLY: The trouble of what?
SAMUEL: Humbling the guilty sinner.
MULDER: Guilty of murder?
SAMUEL: Yes, sir.
MULDER: How'd you do it, Samuel?
SAMUEL: Apparently, my pride and weakness were an invitation to the Devil. I muddied the river of my own faith. Now my gift has been corrupted.
SCULLY: So you're saying that you killed those people with a touch?
SAMUEL: I've laid my hands on the ill. Given them health. I've healed the sick. I've even touched the dying and given them life. God has given me a special gift.
SCULLY: Did he buy you all that jewelry, too? I think there's something missing in your story, Samuel.
SAMUEL: (sharply) Do you doubt the power of God, ma'am?
SCULLY: No. But I doubt the veracity of your claims.
SAMUEL: I've looked on the infirm and seen their sickness ... their cancer. Just as I can see the pain on this man (points at Mulder) right here.
MULDER: Really? What pain is that?
SAMUEL: The pain you have regarding a brother or a sister. It's an old pain. It's never been healed.
SCULLY: Is this some kind of a trick?
SAMUEL: No trick, ma'am.
SCULLY: (standing up) I think we should get the sheriff ...
MULDER: (remaining seated) I want to hear more about this pain. Tell me.
SAMUEL: I can see it, plain as day. It was a sister. You lost her, a sister quite young. Someone took her away.
MULDER: What else do you see?
SAMUEL: Strangers. A bright light.
SAMUEL: You should have come here earlier. Chance I could have healed your pain.
SHERIFF DANIELS: All right, let's get this over with.
MULDER: Hey, I need another minute with him.
SAMUEL: I can't help you. Not any more. My gift is gone.
SHERIFF DANIELS: Cuff him. (the deputy does) All right, let's go. You have the right to remain silent ...
(As the sheriff and deputy lead Samuel away, Mulder puts his hand to his eyes, affected by Samuel's words.)
SHERIFF DANIELS: You have the right to an attorney ...
SAMUEL: (turning back to Mulder) I'll tell you, Mr. Mulder. God watches over his flock. He gives us signs every day. Open your heart. He might just open your eyes.
(Samuel is led away. Mulder is still shaken.)
SCULLY: How do you think he does it?
MULDER: I don't know.
(A preliminary hearing is being held for Samuel. Mulder and Scully are in the gallery.)
DEFENSE ATTORNEY: Given his exemplary record, and the highly circumstatial nature of this case, I ask that my client be released on his own recognizance, without bail ...
SAMUEL: (stands up) Judge! That is not a good idea.
REVEREND HARTLEY: (from the gallery) Samuel!
SAMUEL: Let me go and it'll be on your head!
JUDGE: (banging gavel) Enough! This is not a pulpit. This is a court of law. Is that understood?
SAMUEL: Yes, sir. (he sits)
DEFENSE ATTORNEY: Sorry.
DISTRICT ATTORNEY: Your honor. Despite the defendant's avowed guilt, we see no reason to burden the county with his maintenance until trial. But we do request a minimum bail of $100,000.
JUDGE: All right. If there are no objections, bail is set at $100,000, to be deposited directly into the clerk's probation account.
(As the judge speaks, locusts start flying around the courtroom. There are scattered screams from the gallery. The judge stands and waves at the locusts flying around him.)
JUDGE: My God! What the ... Good God! What is this? What?
(The bench and tables are covered with locusts.)
DEFENSE ATTORNEY: Oh God!
SAMUEL: (standing and addressing the crowd) How much more will it take for you to believe? The Lord has testified against me. Does the serpent have to bite you all on the ass 'til you understand?
BALIFF: Everybody, clear this courtroom!
(Samuel raises his arms to heaven and clenches his fists as the rest hurry out of the courtroom. Reverend Hartley encounters Sheriff Daniels outside the courtroom and stops, as if to say something to him. From behind, Leonard Vance puts his hand on Hartley's shoulder. Hartley and Vance then leave.)
(Mulder and Scully are in his motel room. Mulder reads from the Bible while Scully examines one of the locusts.)
MULDER: "And when it was morning, the east wind brought the locusts. And the locusts covered the face of the whole earth, so that the land was darkened and they did eat every herb of the ...
SCULLY: Why, Mulder?
MULDER: (lying down on the bed) ... land, and all the fruit of the trees which the hail had left."
SCULLY: A few thousand grasshoppers does not constitute a plague. Besides which, we're in farm country. This area is an agricultural smorgasbord for this type of infestation.
MULDER: Yeah, maybe in a cornfield, but this happened in a courtroom.
SCULLY: So what's next? The slaying of the firstborn? (Mulder chuckles) Mulder, does this have something to do with what Samuel said in the bar last night - about your sister?
(Mulder closes the Bible and hands her a file that was lying on the bed. She looks through it.)
MULDER: I had these patient cases sent over from Kenwood County Hospital. These are physician-documented cases of patients who went to Samuel after conventional treatments failed.
SCULLY: "Spontaneous remission of metastatic cancer ... regenerated nerve growth after post-trauma paraplegia ..."
MULDER: I've encountered dozens of psychic healers in the X-Files, but none like this. I think the kid's for real.
SCULLY: Mulder, I admit this is intriguing, but there's a whole library of medical literature dealing with unexplained spontaneous cures.
MULDER: Well, western medicine treats the human body in biochemical terms, right?
MULDER: But the body can also be treated as an electromagnetic system.
SCULLY: So your theory is that if Samuel can repair this energy field in order to heal, he can also destroy it in order to kill.
MULDER: Why not?
SCULLY: OK, say that Samuel's touch can kill. Why would he want to?
MULDER: Well, you heard him, Scully. He muddied the river of his own faith. That means he's ...
(There's a knock on the door. Mulder answers. It is Leonard Vance.)
VANCE: If you're available, the Reverend would like to see you.
(Mulder and Scully visit Hartley in his home. He sits behind a large desk, his back to the window.)
REVEREND HARTLEY: I've been under a great deal of stress lately ... which I know doesn't excuse my rude behavior yesterday, but I hope, somehow, you found it in your hearts to forgive me.
MULDER: Why did you want to speak with us?
REVEREND HARTLEY: I need your help.
MULDER: Samuel's being tried for murder. I think what you need is a good lawyer.
REVEREND HARTLEY: Samuel is innocent.
MULDER: Well, how can you be sure of that?
REVEREND HARTLEY: Because he's my son.
MULDER: Somehow, I don't think that argument will work on a jury. And Samuel's confession won't help much, either.
REVEREND HARTLEY: You have to understand. Samuel is a very complicated young man. He feels things like no one else. To him, a pinprick becomes a gaping wound. His power comes from this ability to feel. But you see, some people fear that power. And out of their weakness and their fear, they seek to destroy it.
SCULLY: You mean Sheriff Daniels?
REVEREND HARTLEY: I mean, it's no secret Sheriff Daniels has been trying to shut me down since I first opened my tent ten years ago.
SCULLY: Well, he seems to think that your ministry is a fraud.
REVEREND HARTLEY: He's a faithless man, Agent Scully. His wife - she suffers from a most painful arthritis, her fingers twisted like bitter roots. Yet he keeps Samuel from ministering to her.
SCULLY: In light of recent events, you can't blame him.
REVEREND HARTLEY: I don't know how those poor people died. I can't explain that. Which is why I'm asking you to be there tonight so you could see for yourselves, Samuel doing God's work. Can I count on you both to be there?
(Mulder looks past Hartley and sees a young girl with long brown hair, wearing a red dress, in the yard.)
SCULLY: I think so. Mulder, what do you think?
MULDER: Excuse me.
(He leaves abruptly, to the surprise of Scully and Hartley. Mulder runs out the front door and looks around but sees no sign of the little girl. There is a man waxing one of the cars in the driveway.)
MULDER: (to Man) Hey, where'd she go?
MULDER: A little girl.
MAN: There's no little girl around here.
(Mulder looks upstairs and sees Samuel standing in the window. Scully comes out of the front door.)
SCULLY: Mulder. What is it?
MULDER: It's a girl.
SCULLY: Who? Jessica Hahn?
MULDER: A little girl.
(He looks back at the upstairs window but Samuel is no longer there.)
(That evening, guests are entering the Miracle Ministry's tent, passing a table with refreshments. Leonard Vance is greeting them.)
VANCE: Well, brothers and sisters, help yourselves. Now, let folks with the wheelchairs though, now, that's right, don't be shy.
(Margaret Hohman, a young woman in a wheelchair, enters followed by her parents)
VANCE: Hello there, welcome to the Miracle Ministry. Y'all come to see Samuel tonight?
MARGARET'S MOTHER: Yes. Is he going to be here? The papers said ...
VANCE: Oh, and don't mind what you read in the papers. God's work will be done. (hands Margaret a cup) Young Samuel's here to cast out the Devil and heal the sick.
MARGARET'S FATHER: Did you hear that, honey?
MARGARET HOHMAN: Will he be able to see me?
VANCE: Well, I'll tell you what. I'm gonna put in a special word, hmm. What's your name, darling?
MARGARET HOHMAN: Margaret Hohman.
VANCE: Margaret? Well, Margaret, you wait right here. I'm gonna see if I can't get somebody to put you in the front row. How'd that be, huh?
(Margaret's mother hugs her as she takes a sip from the cup.)
(Backstage, Samuel sits at a dressing table. Hartley is behind him.)
SAMUEL: I can't go out there ... not after what's happened.
REVEREND HARTLEY: God tests the faith in us all, son. And because He's chosen you to act in His likeness, He's given you the toughest test of all. (Vance enters) Do not forsake your gifts, Samuel.
SAMUEL: Aw, man ...
(Hartley lifts Samuel by the shoulders and turns him around.)
REVEREND HARTLEY: I'm a preacher, son. That's my gift. But all the preaching in the world could not equal even a small miracle in consolidating the faith and hope of these people. Let this man - (puts a hand on Vance's shoulder) - whose life you saved, give witness tonight to the grace and goodness of your healing power.
VANCE: They're all waiting on you, Samuel.
(In the tent, the choir is singing "Ready, you got to be ready" over and over while the crowd claps and sings along. Mulder and Scully enter and find a seat.)
ANNOUNCER: Reverend Calvin Hartley.
(Hartley enters and waves to applause.)
REVEREND HARTLEY: Yes, indeedy, praise God. Hallelujah!
REVEREND HARTLEY: Praise the Lord!
ALL: Praise the Lord!
REVEREND HARTLEY: God is here tonight. Oh, yes!
(An assistant hands Mulder the collection plate.)
ASSISTANT: Pass it down please.
REVEREND HARTLEY: I feel his presence. Oh, amen.
(Mulder hands the plate to Scully, who notes the money in it. She passes it down.)
SCULLY: Apparently miracles don't come cheap.
REVEREND HARTLEY: God is here, and He is here to heal!
(The crowd cheers.)
REVEREND HARTLEY: Yes, heal. Hallelujah. There's a man I'd like to introduce to you - a man who has seen the face of God but who was not satisfied to go to that great place, oh no. No, God had work for him to do right here on earth ... as it is in heaven, mm-hmm. (crowd cheers) I saw this man come back from beyond death's door. (points to Vance) He stands here today as a living testament to the ability of God to work miracles. Ladies and gentlemen, brothers and sisters, our beloved friend, Leonard Vance.
(He hands the microphone to Vance.)
VANCE: As it says in John, chapter 3, "no man can do these miracles unless God be with him." That man, to whom I owe my life, is Samuel Hartley, and he is here tonight to heal you.
REVEREND HARTLEY: Thank you, Leonard. Ladies and gentlemen, God's soldier ... Samuel Hartley.
(As Samuel comes out to cheers and singing, Mulder looks over and sees the little girl at the side of the tent. He rises and walks in that direction.)
(Samuel walks over to those on the front row.)
SAMUEL: (touching a woman's cheek) Receive God's love. (taking a young man's head in his hands) You have the power of God.
(Mulder is moving through the crowd but no longer sees the little girl. Samuel kneels in front of Margaret's wheelchair.)
SAMUEL: Pray with me.
(He touches her cheek. Margaret's parents, each with a hand on her shoulder, pray as well.)
(Mulder continues to move through the crowd but doesn't see the little girl.)
SAMUEL: Close your eyes.
(He continues to touch her cheek. Margaret gasps, then starts to heave loudly. Shocked, Samuel rises and backs away as Margaret's parents try to help her.)
MARGARET'S FATHER: What have you done, boy?
REVEREND HARTLEY: All right, everyone, remain calm. Let's give the young woman some room here.
(Scully is pushing her way through the crowd toward Margaret.)
SCULLY: I'm a doctor.
REVEREND HARTLEY: Everybody, praise God. Say hallelujah!
(Scully reaches Margaret and kneels in front of her. Margaret is having convulsions.)
SCULLY: Somebody get an ambulance!
REVEREND HARTLEY: All right now, don't panic. Just praise the Lord!
(Sheriff Daniels and Mulder approach the front as well. Margaret falls silent and Scully checks her pulse and then stands.)
SCULLY: (to Mulder) She's dead.
(Margaret's mother sobs loudly and hugs her daughter. Hartley hustles Samuel, who is also in tears, off the stage.)
(Outside, Vance speaks with a group of mourners carrying candles.)
VANCE: ... a loving friend. Children of God. Brothers and sisters. If you desecrate the body, then you slay the soul. Let's keep this poor woman's body intact.
(Inside, Scully talks to Margaret's father in a hallway, as Mulder leans on the wall nearby.)
SCULLY: We know the Reverend Hartley's been pressuring you, but this is the third death linked with the Miracle Ministry.
MARGARET'S FATHER: Reverend Hartley says an autopsy is against scripture.
SCULLY: What illness did your daughter suffer from, Mr. Hohman?
MARGARET'S FATHER: She had M.S.
SCULLY: And has she ever had a siezure before this?
MARGARET'S FATHER: Not to my knowledge.
SCULLY: You see, I think that the siezure she had is indicative of some kind of embolism or aneurysm.
MARGARET'S FATHER: But the boy only touched her forehead.
SCULLY: And are you going to be content to bury her without knowing the true cause of death? Without knowing if there was foul play involved?
MARGARET'S FATHER: Give me a moment.
(He steps over and kneels beside his wife, who is sitting in a chair and crying. Mulder and Scully move farther down the hall and talk quietly.)
MULDER: Do you think the boy really did it?
MULDER: Why not?
SCULLY: I was raised a Catholic, and I have a certain familiarity with the scripture. And God never lets the Devil steal the show.
MULDER: (smiling) You must have really liked 'The Exorcist'?
SCULLY: (nodding and smiling) One of my favorite movies.
(Mulder leans against the wall again, looking drained.)
SCULLY: So who were you pursuing in the crowd tonight?
MULDER: I thought I saw someone I knew.
SCULLY: That boy really has you going, doesn't he?
MULDER: Why do you say that?
SCULLY: In the bar, Samuel mentioned your sister. Is it your sister you keep thinking you're seeing?
MULDER: I've seen her twice now.
SCULLY: Maybe you just want to see her.
MULDER: Oh ... I'm not delusional, Scully.
SCULLY: Mulder, don't discount the power of suggestion. A healer's greatest magic lies in the patient's willingness to believe. Imagine a miracle and you're halfway there. We learned that in med school.
MULDER: You think this is what Margaret Hohman and her parents were imagining?
(They start back up the hall. Margaret's father approaches.)
MARGARET'S FATHER: (nodding) We're gonna go along with your investigation.
(Scully is in full surgical gear, preparing to conduct the autopsy. She sharpens a large knife.)
SCULLY: (Into microphone) 11:21 pm, March 7. Subject's name is Margaret Hohman, female, caucasian, 107 pounds.
(Mulder turns his head as she begins.)
(Time passes. It is now 12:29 am.)
SCULLY: Mulder, take a look at this.
MULDER: Do I have to?
SCULLY: (with a lung in her hands) Lesions on the lungs here. I'm finding them throughout the cardiovascular and pulmonary systems. There's also a lot of damage to the mucous membranes. I think that she must have died from cellular hypoxia - a lack of oxygen to the cells.
MULDER: What would cause that?
SCULLY: My guess? Ingestion or injection of sodium or potassium cyanide, maybe arsenic. I won't know exactly until I run a toxicology screen on her.
MULDER: How soon?
SCULLY: Labs won't be open 'til morning.
MULDER: See who you can push to have it done, as soon as possible. (He leaves)
(Samuel is lying on the cot in his cell. Mulder approaches with a deputy.)
MULDER: Samuel? It's Agent Mulder.
SAMUEL: Yeah. What do you want?
MULDER: I want to talk with you. If you'd prefer your attorney were present ...
SAMUEL: Whatever. No.
(The deputy opens the door and Mulder enters.)
MULDER: I put a call in to Sheriff Daniels. He's on his way down here. I'm gonna ask him to release you.
(The jailer closes the door. Samuel gets up.)
SAMUEL: Why are you doing this? You were there, man. You saw for yourself.
MULDER: Did you poison Margaret Hohman?
SAMUEL: Did I poison her?
MULDER: Did you poison her using potassium or sodium cyanide, because that's what killed her.
SAMUEL: What are you talking about? (he sits on the cot)
MULDER: You're innocent, Samuel - unless you had a hand in administering it, and I don't think you did.
SAMUEL: Whatever the cause, Mr. Mulder, I am responsible. (he lies back on the cot)
MULDER: Well, the evidence will be presented at your arraignment tomorrow. The habeas corpus law will force them to release you, so you might as well go home and get some rest anyway.
SAMUEL: Just leave me alone, OK?
MULDER: Look, Samuel, if you think that the punishment for your sins is the deaths of those people ...
SAMUEL: The Lord has testified against me, Mr. Mulder!
MULDER: I can't stand here and argue with your Biblical rhetoric, but I do know that the law will find you innocent!
(Samuel says nothing but looks down. Mulder kneels in front of him.)
MULDER: You said you could see my pain. Look at me. (Samuel does) What do you see now?
SAMUEL: I see nothing. I am blind.
MULDER: I don't believe you. I've seen her. It was her, wasn't it?
SAMUEL: Your sister?
MULDER: You made her appear to me, didn't you? Look at me.
SAMUEL: (sharply) I am very tired, Mr. Mulder.
MULDER: (loudly) Is she alive? Is that what I'm supposed to believe, or is this a trick?
SAMUEL: You mean ... a trick of the Devil?
MULDER: (sighs in exasperation) Jailer!
(Mulder, annoyed, strides out of the cell block, encountering Sheriff Daniels and another deputy.)
SHERIFF DANIELS: I see I'm a little late for this ball.
MULDER: I called you down here to ask you to release the boy.
SHERIFF DANIELS: On what pretense?
MULDER: His innocence.
SHERIFF DANIELS: Aren't you a little out of your depth, Agent Mulder? This may be Hicksville to you, but we do try and hew to the legal system.
MULDER: I don't want to pick a fight. He seems determined to stay here anyway.
SHERIFF DANIELS: What does that tell you?
MULDER: It tells me that you're determined to have him charged, while your real homicide suspect is still at large. (he leaves)
(Later, the deputy, the same one that was standing with Daniels, brings two men into the cell block and opens the door to Samuel's cell.)
DEPUTY: I got some company for you, Sam.
(The men enter and the deputy closes the door and walks away. The men slam Samuel against the door. Down the corridor, a prisoner stares at the deputy as he walks by.)
DEPUTY: (to prisoner) What are you looking at?
(Back in Samuel's cell, the two men punch him repeatedly.)
(The next morning, Deputy Tyson rings the bell at Sheriff Daniel's house. His wife starts for the door in her motorized wheelchair as the Sheriff comes down the stairs.)
SHERIFF DANIELS: I'll get it. I'll get it.
(They go together to the door. The sheriff opens it.)
DEPUTY TYSON: Ma'am. Sheriff.
LILLIAN DANIELS: Hey, Dennis. How are you?
DEPUTY TYSON: Just fine, ma'am, just fine. (to Sheriff) Except we had an incident down at the jail.
SHERIFF DANIELS: What incident would that be, Tyson?
DEPUTY TYSON: The preacher boy - he's dead.
(Outside, Samuel's body is being taken away as a small crowd watches. Scully and Mulder are with the Sheriff.)
SCULLY: He was alone in his cell when Mulder left him this morning. How could this have happened?
SHERIFF DANIELS: The boy started a fight with a couple of rowdies we picked up on a DUI. He took some pretty mean blows to the head. He died before the ambulance got here.
(Hartley and Vance arrive in a car. Daniels starts to walk away.)
REVEREND HARTLEY: (to Sheriff) His blood is spilled! And it's all over you! (points at him)
VANCE: Reverend ...
(The sheriff stops and Hartley approaches him.)
REVEREND HARTLEY: How much longer are you gonna hide behind that badge (pokes at the badge) before the truth is revealed.
SHERIFF DANIELS: I have work to do.
(He walks away. Hartley starts to follow, but Vance grabs him by the arm. Scully approaches them.)
SCULLY: Reverend Hartley. We're sorry for your loss.
REVEREND HARTLEY: (near tears) That boy ... he was blessed. He never hurt a soul.
VANCE: Come on now, Reverend. Our friends will be finding out about Samuel sooner than later, and well, it's probably best if they hear it from you. Come on. (to Scully) Ma'am.
(They leave. Scully steps back to Mulder, who has been standing alone gazing into space.)
SCULLY: You've got that look on your face, Mulder.
MULDER: What look is that?
SCULLY: The kind when you've forgotten your keys and you're trying to figure out how to get back in the house.
(He gives her a tight-lipped grin.)
(Later, they are in the empty courtroom. Mulder looks around the judge's bench.)
SCULLY: What exactly are we trying to find?
(Mulder walks over and steps on a dead locust. He picks it up and examines it.)
SCULLY: What does it mean?
(They look up and see a couple more dead locusts in the vent overhead.)
MULDER: Let's find out.
(On the roof, Mulder finds a small morsel near the ventilation intake. He calls Scully over.)
MULDER: Scully. (showing it to her) It's potato. (looking into the intake) Someone left a trail of food in the ventilation system, leading to the courtroom. You dump your locusts in here ... instant plague.
SCULLY: Well, where did they all come from?
MULDER: Biological supply houses usually hatch them on order to farms and universities. It shouldn't be too hard to find out who set this up.
SCULLY: And you think whoever did this is responsible for the murders.
(That night, a thunderstorm rages outside. Vance tosses and turns in an upstairs bedroom at Hartley's mansion. There is a crash of thunder and Vance sees Samuel standing in front of the bed. There is an aura around Samuel's body. Vance gasps and climbs out of bed.)
VANCE: You're dead. They killed you.
SAMUEL: I was dead. But here I am.
SAMUEL: Why did you betray me?
(Vance swings his cane at Samuel but hits nothing. Now Samuel is behind him.)
SAMUEL: You murdered those people. (Vance turns and gasps again) They came to me to be healed, and you murdered them. Why? After I gave you back your life?
VANCE: (holding out his damaged hands) You call this life?
(Later, Hartley answers a knock on the door. It's Sheriff Daniels with Mulder and Scully.)
REVEREND HARTLEY: (to Sheriff) What in tarnation do you want?
SHERIFF DANIELS: We have a warrant for the arrest of Leonard Vance. Where is he?
REVEREND HARTLEY: You must be mistaken.
SCULLY: I'm afraid not, Reverend. We've traced a pesticide order to him from a chemical company in Knoxville. Cyanogen bromide - it's a cyanide derivative.
REVEREND HARTLEY: Leonard poisoned those people?
(As they enter his bedroom, Vance lies on his bed, whimpering.)
SHERIFF DANIELS: Get your clothes on, Vance. You're under arrest.
VANCE: (gasping) I betrayed him.
(Scully sniffs the contents of a glass by his bedside.)
SCULLY: Cyanide - there's no way to tell how much he's ingested.
MULDER: I'll call an ambulance.
SCULLY: It's too late, we have to get him to the hospital ourselves.
VANCE: (breathlessly) I thought, "why didn't he let me die?" Beware of false prophets who come to you in sheep's clothing but inwardly are ravening wolves. That's what I thought he was, because who else would bring me back ... looking like this. He was here.
SHERIFF DANIELS: The man's delirious.
VANCE: He was here, Reverend. Right in this room. And he forgave me.
(Vance gasps again and dies.)
(Later that night, Scully types on her laptop computer.)
SCULLY: (voiceover) Rather than simply killing Samuel, Vance contrived to kill the ministry's faith in him. We have conclusive evidence connecting him both to the courtroom infestation and to the poisoning deaths of three members of the ministry. Vance's obsession outlived Samuel, however. His conscience haunted him until he became delusory and finally took his own life, effectively ending our investigation. In light of this information, it is highly doubtful that there have ever been any miracles in Kenwood, Tennessee.
(Mulder is in his room, packing his things, including a framed photograph of young Samantha. His phone rings.)
MULDER: (to phone) Mulder.
(As Scully closes her computer, there's a knock on her door.)
MULDER: (from outside the door) Scully. (she opens it) Sheriff Daniels just called. Samuel's body is missing from the morgue.
(At the morgue, Mulder pulls out the empty tray where Samuel's body was being kept. He is with Scully, Sheriff Daniels and Deputy Tyson.)
MULDER: Any witnesses?
DEPUTY TYSON: One, so far. The night nurse who made the report - Beatrice Salinger.
MULDER: She saw somebody take the body?
DEPUTY TYSON: Not actually.
MULDER: What do you mean, not actually?
SHERIFF DANIELS: Talk sense, deputy.
DEPUTY TYSON: She didn't exactly see anyone taking the body.
SHERIFF DANIELS: Well, what then?
DEPUTY TYSON: She, uh, she claims she saw Samuel walking out by himself. Sounds crazy, I know, but that's what she told me.
MULDER: (heading out of the morgue) You coming, Sheriff?
(Mulder, Scully and the sheriff are now talking to Beatrice Salinger.)
BEATRICE SALINGER: I was drinking my coffee and going over the night orders for my ward, 7 South, when he walked right by me. His face was all black and blue.
MULDER: And you're sure it was him?
BEATRICE SALINGER: Well, at first I thought my eyes were playing tricks, which happens a lot on graveyard. So I got up to look again, but I lost him around the corner. He just vanished. Then I went to check the morgue, and his body was gone.
SHERIFF DANIELS: I don't believe this. This is insane. I'm not gonna listen to any more of this woman's crazy talk. (he starts to leave)
BEATRICE SALINGER: I'm not the only one who saw him, Sheriff, so I know I'm not crazy. Other people saw him, too. (the sheriff leaves) (to Mulder and Scully) I'm not crazy. It was Samuel.
(Daniels returns home the next morning. He pauses on a wooden bridge over a culvert in his front yard and sits on the railing, thinking.)
(Later, his wife reads the morning paper, which has a large headline that reads "MURDERED FAITH HEALER RISES FROM DEAD / NURSE CLAIMS TO BE WITNESS." The sheriff sits quietly near her.)
LILLIAN DANIELS: This isn't true, Maurice? Is it? The boy was an awful fake, just like you said, wasn't he Maurice? (emotionally) Wasn't he, Maurice?
(He looks at her but doesn't answer. She starts to cry. There's a knock on the door. The sheriff opens to door to the flashing lights of Deputy Tyson's car beacons.)
DEPUTY TYSON: Sir ... gonna have to ask you to come with me. District Attorney wants to ask you some questions concerning the boy's death.
(Later, Scully and Mulder are in front of the ministry's tent as workers carry a large sign by that reads "Miracle Ministry - Samuel Saves." They are also discarding "Samuel Heals" posters.)
SCULLY: Sundays will probably never be the same again in these parts.
MULDER: I have a strong sense the Reverend Hartley's not going to be able to give up the pulpit.
SCULLY: Even without his son?
MULDER: It might even strengthen his faith. Remember, the boy did rise from the dead. That kind of thing happens only once or twice every two thousand years or so.
SCULLY: Yeah, and I have a story about a plague of locusts. I just hope Reverend Hartley didn't arrange this body snatching as his miracle of miracles.
MULDER: Somehow, I don't think so.
SCULLY: What exactly do you think?
MULDER: I think people are looking hard for miracles ... so hard that maybe they make themselves see what they want to see.
(He steps to the car and unlocks the door. In the door window, he sees the reflection of the little girl again. He whirls but doesn't see her. As he stares at the area, Scully gets into the passenger's seat.)
SCULLY: You coming, Mulder?
(He gets in and they drive away, passing a trash can with several "Samuel Heals" posters.)