(Night. Convex wall mirror reflects MARTY, a young woman, entering an old apartment building. She walks upstairs, down the hall into a room and tuns on the TV.)
TV COOKING SHOW: This ... this heare is a special gumbo. This gumbo gonna make your tongue roll outta your head and dial 911. (laughter) (MARTY places paper bag on counter and removes carton of cigarettes.) Take your best large onion and chop it up like this. Gonna make you cry Ė cry youíll be so happy. (MARTY turns on gas stove, and lights a cigarette from the burner.) And a big ole teaspoon of this cayenne. Mix it in good. Now itís all gonna come to a boil. Donít watch that gumbo pot, or she ainít gonna roll for you. Add in this nice shrimp and keep the flame going for twenty minutes. (MARTY turns off stove and sits in front of TV, smoking the cigarette.) Now some good parsley and them onion tops because Uncle Bayou donít want nothin to go to waste.
(MARTY has a flashing image of an angry man (voice) yelling:)
VOICE: Whereís the money! You trying to rip me off?
VOICE: You trying to rip me off?!
(MARTY stands and turns up TV, but images of the two men fighting keep
appearing in her mind. Looks like the owner of the VOICE attacks
MAN in bathroom.)
POLICE RADIO: Dispatch, this is unit seven investigating a reported disturbance at 214 Prospect avenue, over.
DISPATCH: Copy that ??
(Two policemen, JIMMY and KEITH arrive and enter room #10 with flashlights and guns drawn. Of course, this being the X-Files, they donít turn on a light. They see blood on the bathroom floor.)
JIMMY THE COP: Jeez .....
(They see a figure behind the shower curtain.)
JIMMY THE COP: Police! Donít move! (whips curtain back exposing MARTY) Keep Ďem in the air.
(MARTY drops a blood soaked sponge.)
KEITH THE COP: (turning on light) Cuff her, Jimmy.
JIMMY THE COP: (cuffing MARTY) Damn, sheís got blood all
over her. (MARTY stares off into space.) Hey Keith. I
think you might want to check this out. (They shine light into her eyes.
The pupils do not contract.) I think sheís blind.
(X-Files office. SCULLY is giving a slide show to MULDER and DETECTIVE PENNOCK, who bears a striking resemblance to the DOD guy in Ghost in the Machine, season 1.)
SCULLY: The deceased is Paco Ordonez aka Little Monster. Street dealer. Liked to use grade school kids as couriers. Out on bail for possession with intent. Two-time loser looking at life.
MULDER: (looking at slide of dead guy) I have the same pair of pants. Who exterminated him?
PENNOCK: Thatís a subject of some debate.
SCULLY: The killer carved a single C-shaped cut up through the right kidney. Fatal blood loss came in under 30 seconds.
MULDER: Iím going to assume the killer knew what he was doing and that "C" wasnít one of his initials?
PENNOCK: Your assumptions are correct. Only the killer isnít a he. (Hands MULDER a folder then goes to where slide of MARTYíS mugshot is projected, his face covered in the numbers from the height chart in her mugshot.) Marty Glenn -- 28. We found her at the scene doing a formula 409. Under normal circumstances, my department would have her dead to rights. Thereís just one little snag.
MULDER: (reading) Sheís been blind since birth.
PENNOCK: Now before your heart goes out to her, check out her rap sheet.
MULDER: "Fraud ... petty theft .... aggravated assault."
PENNOCK: Believe me. Sheís a real piece of work.
SCULLY: Her juvenile records are sealed, but Detective Pennock has it on authority that two of them were drug busts Ė possession, and possession with intent.
MULDER: So, what, you think that uh, she caught Little Monster trying to snatch the pebble from her hand?
PENNOCK: Nothing else makes sense.
MULDER: Including how a blind girl could get the drop on an ex-con and bleed him out with surgical precision.
SCULLY: Ms. Glenn took a $60 cab ride alone straight to the motel. The cabbie instructed her to room 10, which she asked for specifically, and then told him to get lost. 30 minutes later, dead heroin dealer.
MULDER: All right, so you really believe that she did this? You just donít know how.
PENNOCK: Well, Iíve got a theory, if you want to hear it.
PENNOCK: I think sheís got some kind of .. sixth sense, lets her see in the dark ... like a bat or something. (MULDER and SCULLY share a look.) I got 48 hours to convince the DA or wait till she kills somebody else.
MULDER: Well how soon can I meet her?
(MARTYíS jail cell. She is lying on bed. Door slams open.)
MARTY: Oh ... itís you.
PENNOCK: (to MULDER and SCULLY) See what I mean?
MARTY: Itís not magic. Itís your crappy cologne. (MULDER is amused.) Whoís that with you?
MULDER: (surprised) Special Agent Mulder.
MARTY: And the lady?
SCULLY: Uh, Special Agent Scully. Weíd like to ask you some questions, Marty.
MARTY: You must be having trouble with your case, Detective.
(PENNOCK walks to MARTY and takes her arm as if to guide her. She jerks her arm away.)
PENNOCK: Fine. Suit yourself.
(MARTY stands, walks slowly to the door. As she passes MULDER, she stops and faces him.)
MARTY: What are you staring at?
MULDER: An innocent woman. I hope. (smiles at PENNOCK
as they exit the cell)
(Interrogation room. MULDER and SCULLY with MARTY. MARTY is smoking.)
MARTY: So, Iím all ears.
SCULLY: Iím curious why youíve refused your right to an attorney.
MARTY: Unless youíre going to charge me, I donít plan on needing one.
SCULLY: Well, you could be charged right now .. for the fact that youíve given no compelling reason why you were in that motel room. What were you doing there, Marty?
MARTY: Putting mints on the pillows. (smiles)
SCULLY: (after look to MULDER) The cabbie has given a statement that you asked specifically for room 10, which would put you at the murder scene right about the time of death.
MARTY: Is that a crime?
SCULLY: If you were involved in any way.
MARTY: (sarcastically) You mean like, an eyewitness?
SCULLY: Did you intend to buy drugs from Paco Ordonez?
MARTY: (Big drag off cigarette.)
SCULLY: Did you kill him?
MARTY: Eh, maybe it was just his time to go. I mean, other than the stab wound, did you check his cholesterol level or anything?
MULDER: How did you know there was just one stab wound?
MARTY: Did I say that?
MULDER: Mmm hmm.
MARTY: I guessed. You know what the problem is? Youíve got no murder weapon. And I bet thatís driving Stinky back there crazy. Isnít it, Stinky! (PENNOCK is watching the interview through a one way mirror.) Why is he hiding? Itís not like I can see him. You know what I did with it, Detective? I fed it to my seeing eye dog.
MULDER: Iím curious, Marty.
MARTY: Yeah, about what?
MULDER: If you didnít kill him, why you were at the crime scene cleaning up and doing such a piss poor job of it.
MARTY: (No answer.)
MULDER: Why donít we just stop playing games here, okay? I mean (laughs) you probably donít know a feather duster from a duckís ass, do you? I mean itís ridiculous. Youíre a blind woman, for Godís sake. So why donít you just tell us who did kill Paco Ordonez, and Agent Scully and I can go arrest him, and you can go home and work on your angry-young-blind-girl comedy routine.
MARTY: (No answer)
MULDER: Or we can just ... (he grabs a glass and slams it down on the table in front of him) stay here and entertain each other for the next 48 hours.
(MULDER starts to pour himself a glass of water, Marty violently knocks it off table.)
MARTY: Go to hell.
(Later, MULDER and SCULLY have joined PENNOCK behind the one way mirror. MARTY sits by herself in the interrogation room.)
PENNOCK: See what I mean? Put a knife in that hand....
MULDER: All I see is a woman whoís adapted to her impairment admirably. Sheís honed all her other senses around her blindness.
PENNOCK: Sheís taunting you.
MULDER: I dunno I - I think she just wants us to think sheís strong, independent. (looking at SCULLY) Itís important to her. (SCULLY looks up at MULDER)
PENNOCK: She wants us to know she did it.
MULDER: I donít think she did do it.
PENNOCK: Then why wonít she help us? Itís been my experience that innocent people donít act like that, Agent Mulder.
SCULLY: She wouldnít explain her presence in the crime scene, and she avoided all discussion about the murder weapon.
PENNOCK: She knew there was only one stab wound. You caught that yourself.
SCULLY: Detective, did you snake all of the plumbing in the bathroom?
PENNOCK: I turned that place upside down and inside out.
SCULLY: Well, if we find the weapon with her fingerprints on it, sheís as good as convicted. Short of that, she's gonna walk.
PENNOCK: Well, maybe I can get you to come out to the crime scene one last time.
SCULLY: (looking to MULDER) Okay.
MULDER: You go ahead. I want - I want to Ė I want to investigate something.
(SCULLY glances at MULDER as she and PENNOCK leave.)
(Lie detector test room. MARTY is hooked up to the machine. MULDER is watching the lie detector's printout, seated behind her.)
EXAMINER: Iím going to ask you a series of questions. Respond only with a "yes"" or "no." Do not judge the content of the question, simply answer truthfully. Is your full name Martelle Francis Glenn?
EXAMINER: Are you a resident of the State of Delaware?
MARTY: Letís just cut through the bull, or Iím going to decide not to cooperate at all.
MULDER: All right, let's, uh, get to it. (Glances up to examiner.)
EXAMINER: (to MULDER) I need to establish a baseline.
MARTY: Iím a resident of the State of Delaware, okay? Letís move on.
EXAMINER: (sighs, and marks 2+ on the chart) Is it your intent to lie during the course of this examination?
MARTY: Iím sure youíll tell me if it is.
EXAMINER: (slightly frustrated) Did you stab Paco Ordonez, also known as Little Monster?
MARTY: (she turns her head slightly and directs her answer to MULDER) Nope.
EXAMINER: (marks) Did you plan or arrange the murder of Paco Ordonez?
EXAMINER: Have you ever met Paco Ordonez?
EXAMINER: Would you ever have occasion to see Paco Ordonez (needles go crazy, MULDER looks at EXAMINER with concern) or know him in any other way? Strike that. Have you ever had occasion to interact with Paco Ordonez or know him in any other way?
EXAMINER: Were you present during the murder of Paco Ordonez?
(MULDER writes on legal pad for EXAMINER : "Did you see the murder?" EXAMINER hesitates.)
MARTY: Why donít you just ask me yourself?
MULDER: Did you see the murder?
(MARTY doesnít answer, but the needles start bouncing around again.)
MULDER: Did you see the murder?
MARTY: I donít see anything.
EXAMINER: Yes or no, only please.
MARTY: Then the answer is no.
(Needles bounce again.)
(Hotel crime scene. PENNOCK and SCULLY walk through room.)
PENNOCK: No blood trails leading out of the bathroom, windows are painted shut, and as you can see, not a lot of places she could have stashed it.
(SCULLYíS cell phone rings. She gives PENNOCK an "excuse me" look, and he leaves her in the bathroom.)
SCULLY: (on phone) Scully.
MULDER: (On phone) Sheís lying.
SCULLY: (on phone, voice) About what?
MULDER: (on phone) She knew Paco Ordonez, but I donít think she murdered him.
SCULLY: (on phone, voice) How do you know that she knew him?
MULDER: (on phone) Well I made her take a polygraph test. She passed on every question except one Ė did she *see* the murder.
SCULLY: (on phone) Would you like me to remind you why polygraphs are inadmissible in court?
MULDER: (on phone) No, she cracked, Scully. She was lying. Iím sure of it.
SCULLY: (on phone) Well, maybe she was, Mulder, but donít make me state the obvious. She didnít see anything.
MULDER: (on phone) Not with her eyes.
SCULLY: (on phone) Well, how else did she see? Bat vision?
MULDER: (on phone, voice) I donít know.
SCULLY: (on phone, looking at razor disposal slot in bathroom) Well, Mulder, when you figure it out, give me a call. (hangs up)
(SCULLY sees loose plaster around the razor disposal, and pries the plate off.)
SCULLY: Detective Pennock.
(She reaches in and removes a bloody leather glove. SCULLY and
PENNOCK look at it and at each other.)
(MARTYíS jail cell. MARTY has flashes of a WOMAN in a bar.)
WOMAN: No thanks, Iím not looking for any company. Hey, listen, buddy! I said get your hands off of -
MARTY: (calling through bars) Somebody, I need a phone! I get to call a lawyer, somebody, I need a phone!
(Later, MARTY is at a desk with a phone. Guard pushes phone toward her.)
MARTY: I got it. (Picks up receiver, realizes guard is still there.) You know, Iím sure the ACLU is going to be very interested in how you violated a blind womanís rights by eavesdropping on her private phone call.
GUARD: (makes obscene arm/hand gesture, then walks away)
MARTY: Same to you. (dials number)
(Phone in bar ringing. BARTENDER answers.)
BARTENDER: (on phone) Blarney Stone. (listens) Uh, letís see. Guy hitting on a redhead at the end of the bar? (Looks and sees upset WOMAN rejecting a manís advances.)
WOMAN: I told you, stop it!
BARTENDER: (on phone) Yeah, we got somebody matching that description.
(Carries phone down to OLDER MAN at end of the bar.)
BARTENDER: Itís for you.
(OLDER MAN is surprised. WOMAN puts money on the counter and leaves.)
OLDER MAN: (on phone) Yeah?
MARTY: (on phone) Leave her alone.
OLDER MAN: (Looks around in shock, watches WOMAN leave. On phone) Who is this?
MARTY: (on phone) You just leave her alone. Iím watching you.
(OLDER MAN looks shocked as MARTY hangs up.)
(Jail interrogation room. An evidence bag containing the bloody gloves is dropped in front of MARTY. She picks it up and feels it.)
MARTY: Let me guess ... Your killer is OJ Simpson.
SCULLY: They were found at the crime scene with blood all over them. We believe they were worn by Paco Ordonezís killer.
MARTY: Youíre good.
PENNOCK: We think they belong to you.
MARTY: Well, they donít.
PENNOCK: Well, how Ďbout you try one on for us. (Removes glove from bag.)
MARTY: And put my prints all over them?
SCULLY: Your prints are already all over them, Marty.
(MULDER is watching from behind the mirror.)
PENNOCK: (MULDERíS POV) Hold still. (puts glove on MARTY)
MARTY: (MULDERíS POV) Are you happy, Detective?
PENNOCK: Looks to me like it fits.
MARTY: Somewhere, Marcia Clark weeps. But you still havenít got a weapon.
PENNOCK: Ah, itís just a matter of time.
MARTY: (smug) But you havenít got time.
(Later, SCULLY joins MULDER in another room.)
SCULLY: Hope you saw what just happened in there.
MULDER: Even if the gloves do fit, you can still acquit.
SCULLY: I think itís arrogance, Mulder. I think itís the same reason why she agreed to take the polygraph test. She knows that the prejudices in this case are all in her favor.
MULDER: I donít think itís that simple. Look at this. (opens a folder) She lives in poverty, but sheís never taken advantage of the disability benefits that are available to her.
(LIST OF BENEFITS: Social Security, General Disability, Blind Disability, Public Assistance, Unemployed Compensation, Supplemental Security Income, Insurance Benefits -- all checked "no." )
Never once. Itís poison to her. The - the mere suggestion that sheís anything other than a whole or complete person is offensive to her. Itís not arrogance, itís pride.
SCULLY: So, you think that it was pride that made her ditch the bloody gloves? Her prints were all over them, Mulder. Why would she do that.
MULDER: I have no idea. I donít Ė
SCULLY: Okay, so - so by your reasoning, the killer took off with the murder weapon, but not the gloves leaving Marty to come in, go straight to the gloves, and hide them in the one place that nobody would easily think to find them.
MULDER: I think thatís the most accurate scenario available to us, right now.
SCULLY: Well, wait a minute. Maybe itís much simpler than that.
SCULLY: What if sheís not really blind? I mean, she hasnít applied for any of her - her disability benefits. Maybe thatís because she knows that she couldnít pass the medical screening.
MULDER: (disbelieving) You think sheís faking it?
SCULLY: No, no. But - but possibly itís a - a conversion
disorder, or a - a form of blindsight. A - a split consciousness
whereby a person has a certain level of visual ability but theyíre not
aware that theyíre actually seeing. Itís worth checking out.
(OLDER MAN is on pay phone. He is holding a briefcase.)
DEALER: (on phone, voice) Yo, man, moving Little Monsterís "H" ainít gonna be easy. See, a lot of people respected him, you know.
OLDER MAN: (on phone) You buying or not? If youíre not buying, I can go to somebody else.
DEALER: (on phone, voice) (laughs) No you cainít. But Iím feeliní magnanimous. Swing by in a couple of hours. Maybe we can do some business.
OLDER MAN: Good. Yeah, thereís something Iíve got to look
into first. When Iím done, Iíll be in touch. (hangs up, and places
briefcase in a locker.)
(Prison medical examination room. MARTYíS eyes are being tested. MULDER and SCULLY observe.)
DOCTOR: Eyes wide, please, Marty. Good. Try not to move around too much. Are you aware of any sensation at all?
MARTY: (inhales sharply in wonder) Ahh! Itís a miracle!
(DOCTOR looks to MULDER and SCULLY, whose expressions say "not.")
DOCTOR: All right , Marty. Now weíre going to introduce some optical stimuli. Try not to blink. (Her eyes do not respond.) Just relax for a moment. (to MULDER and SCULLY) Iím not getting anything. I donít think thereís any activity in either the visual cortex or the superior colliculus.
SCULLY: Thereís no way that she could fool the machine?
DOCTOR: Weíre talking about wholly involuntary physical responses. I wasnít getting any reading.
(MULDER sees MARTYíS pupils suddenly contract.)
MULDER: Then what is that?
(MARTY begins having flashes of the bar again. Walking in and seeing a friend of the WOMAN from before.)
MANíS VOICE: Where is she?
(In examination room, MARTY stares straight ahead. MULDER kneels next to her.)
MULDER: What is it, Marty? What do you see?
(Door opens, PENNOCK sticks his head in.)
PENNOCK: Agents? (MULDER and SCULLY follow him and another man into hall.) This is Daniel Costa from the DAís office.
COSTA: So what did we find? I hear the girl can actually see with some limited ability?
MULDER: No. No, according to her examiner, she is completely without sight or any kind of light sensitivity.
SCULLY: But she is still our best and only suspect.
COSTA: You said we were making progress.
PENNOCK: We are.
COSTA: Well, Iím not going to try to indict a blind girl on some lousy prints.
MULDER: She doesnít exactly fit the definition "blind girl."
COSTA: Come on, folks. Either she is or she isnít.
PENNOCK: (to MULDER) What are you talking about?
MULDER: Well, there is evidence of some kind of neurological activity which caused her pupils to dilate.
PENNOCK: From what?
MULDER: To me, it indicates some reaction to stimuli. Some kind physical response to images in her mindís eye.
COSTA: Howís that make her the killer?
MULDER: I didnít say it did.
COSTA: (nods, then says to PENNOCK) Kick her loose.
PENNOCK: Danny ...
COSTA: I got no case, Penn.
PENNOCK: I donít believe this.
COSTA: Iím not trying her. Not without a murder weapon. Kick her loose. (leaves)
PENNOCK: (sarcastically to MULDER and SCULLY) Wonderful.
(Office in the jail where you get your stuff back. MARTY signs a form. Her signature goes off the line. OFFICER hands her a manila folder. She snatches it, takes her wallet out and fingers some money.)
MARTY: These better still be twenties.
OFFICER: (sarcastically) No, I replaced them with fifties since youíre so damn sweet.
(MARTY unfolds her cane, pauses. Looks like she senses MULDER watching her. He is. She begins walking slowly down the hall using her cane. SCULLY comes up to MULDER.)
SCULLY: Want to hear the latest?
SCULLY: Detective Pennock ran the gloves for blood typing and found two different samples, one type matching Marty Glennís.
MULDER: Well, she was examined. There were no cuts or wounds on her.
SCULLY: Yeah, well, all the same Iím going to hand deliver them to the lab in Washington, expedite a PCR to see if sheís a match.
MULDER; Look at her. (They watch MARTY slowly walking) Do you really think sheís capable?
SCULLY: Iíll let you know as soon as I get the tests back.
(Outside on street. MARTY is walking. Suddenly she has flashes of WOMAN from bar being attacked in an alley.)
OLDER MAN: (to WOMAN) Who called me last night? Whoís watching me? (Takes his hand slightly off WOMANíS mouth.)
WOMAN: (frightened) What?! I ... I donít know what youíre talking about.
OLDER MAN: You a cop? You wearing a wire? (WOMAN begins screaming.)
WOMAN: No! Iím not a cop!
(MARTY still having flashes.)
WOMAN: Let me go!
MARTY: (to other pedestrians) I need to get to Spring Street. Which way is Spring Street? Somebody, answer me!
NICE PEDESTRIAN MAN: Four blocks to the left.
WOMAN: (MARTY hearing voice) Please! Please!!
(MARTY suddenly walks into street almost getting hit by several cars. They blow their horns. MARTY looks disoriented. She stops cold in the middle of the street.)
WOMAN: No! Donít kill me! No! No! No! No!
(NICE PEDESTRIAN MAN runs to MARTY and guides her out of the street.)
(Later, MARTY and NICE PEDESTRIAN MAN reach the alley.)
NICE PEDESTRIAN MAN: Here. Here - here. Thereís an alley here. Right here.
(MARTY finds the wall and begins walking clumsily down the alley running into things.)
MARTY: Thanks. Leave me alone.
(She passes a dumpster, then feels some bars over a window that she
saw in her visions earlier. She goes back to the dumpster and opens
it. The WOMAN, covered in blood, lies face down. MARTY feels
the body, then for a pulse. She apparently finds none.)
(Police station. Same OFFICER who gave MARTY back her stuff is at his desk. Looks up at sound of MARTYíS voice.)
MARTY: (very quietly) Excuse me. Excuse me, somebody.
MARTY: I killed them. I killed them both. (Holds up her bloody hand.)
(Interrogation room. MARTY sits alone. MULDER enters and sits across from her. He pauses.)
MULDER: I read your *confession*. Detective Pennock is typing it up as we speak for you to sign.
MARTY: (sighs) Iíll sign it.
MULDER: Youíll make him a very happy man.
MARTY: Canít have everything.
MULDER: Just for me, Iím a little puzzled by this sudden change of heart.
MARTY: Please, too much charity of heart and I want to puke.
MULDER: I - I just ... why kill *them*. Paco Ordonez ... Susan Forester? (MARTY looks surprised.) Did you even know that was her name? Susan Forester. She was 30 years old. Native of Wilmington. She waitressed part-time. She lived alone with her two cats...
MARTY: Shut up! Why are you doing this? I - I .... Iíve given you people everything you want.
(She pulls out a cigarette and feels for her matches. MULDER strikes a match and holds it for her. She reaches for his hand and lights the cigarette.)
MULDER: I *like* you, Marty. I *admire* you. And I donít want to see you confess to crimes you didnít commit.
MARTY: You just feel sorry for me.
MULDER: No, I donít. Not the way you think I do.
MARTY: Read the confession. I got it all perfect. Every detail. How could I do that if Iím innocent?
MULDER: I believe you witnessed both murders. You - you saw them, somehow. But you were way Ďcross town when they happened. You were a $60 cab ride away.
MARTY: Youíre crazy.
MULDER: I think you tried to stop them. You tried to, but you didnít get there in time.
MARTY: (shaking her head) I donít have to talk to you anymore.
MULDER: Marty, whoever did this, theyíre going to kill again. And you *can* help stop that.
MARTY: (shakes her head again and puts her hand over her eyes) I canít stop anything. I donít have to talk to you anymore, period. (she stands up, so does MULDER, and she yells ...) Officer! Weíre done!
MULDER: Whoís worth pleading guilty for, Marty?
MARTY: Officer, weíre done! (MULDER grabs her arm)
MULDER: You didnít do it. And Iím not going to let this happen. (Officer enters.) Do you hear me? Marty?
(MARTY leaves with officer.)
(Bus terminal. OLDER MAN on pay phone.)
DEALER: (on phone, voice) Sorry, man. Dealís off.
OLDER MAN: (on phone) What do you mean "dealís off?" You canít back out.
DEALER: (on phone, voice) Hey, look it here, brother, I do what I got to do to stay on the download (???) and you shininí too much light on me.
OLDER MAN: (on phone) What are you talking about?
DEALER: (on phone, voice) Somebodyís gunning for you, man. And I ainít gettiní in the middle of it.
OLDER MAN: (on phone) Who? Whoís gunniní for me?
DEALER: (on phone, voice) Some old girlfriend of yours called last night and told me I should steer clear.
OLDER MAN: (on phone) She called you?
DEALER: (on phone, voice) Yeah, said she was passing the word.
OLDER MAN: (on phone, angry) Listen to me. Listen, man. Sheís nobody, huh? She knows nothing.
DEALER: (on phone, voice) Yeah, right.
OLDER: MAN: (on phone) You and me, man, weíre still cool. Trust me.
DEALER: (on phone, voice) Well, if she donít know anything, howíd she get this number?
OLDER MAN: (on phone) Listen to me. I got nowhere else to take this stuff.
DEALER: (on phone, voice) Thatís not my problem. Just donít you call here again.
(OLDER MAN slams down phone.)
(MULDER alone in an office looking at MARTYíS file. "January 27, 1970, 8:55 pm, address - 555 Hol ...? Body found at 1044 Pend..? Lying face down on the floor. Single stab wound right kidney." PENNOCK enters.)
PENNOCK: Well, I appreciate your help here, such at it was, but Iíd say weíre doing all right. She just signed her confession.
PENNOCK: I donít feel as good as you might think, you know.
MULDER: Well, all youíve got is a signature. No lawyerís going to let her go down based on that.
PENNOCK: Iím aware of that.
MULDER: Doesnít it bother you, Detective, that you still have no clear motive?
PENNOCK: Well she just now gave us that. Drugs. Just
like I thought. She even told us where to find them.
(Bus station. MULDER and PENNOCK get briefcase full of heroin out of locker.)
PENNOCK: Iíd say this is gonna make it a pretty short trial.
MULDER: Well, if you think about it, Detective, it actually proves nothing.
PENNOCK: There it is, just like she said.
MULDER: Just like she *described.*
PENNOCK: You know, the thing I find most surprising about this case is you. You are one skeptical guy, Agent Mulder.
PENNOCK: Oh, yeah.
MULDER: Iíve been called a lot of things. Skeptical, however, is not one.
(With impeccable timing, MULDERíS cell phone rings.)
PENNOCK: (gathering up briefcase) Well, whatever.
MULDER: (answers phone, to himself) Skeptical. (on phone)
SCULLY: (walking down hallway in DC, on phone) Mulder.
MULDER: (on phone) What?
SCULLY: (on phone) Iíve got the PCR results on the two blood types from the gloves. Neither was Martyís. You were right, Mulder. She didnít do it.
MULDER: (on phone) Well, I know that, and you know that, and so does whoever Martyís protecting, but Pennock is salivating right now. What we have to do is convince Marty. I got an idea. Iíll get back to you. (hangs up)
(On a bench, OLDER MAN watches the police leave with the briefcase.
(MARTY sits in her jail cell. We hear footsteps coming down the hall.)
MARTY: What do you want now?
(Door slides open, MULDER enters and sits beside her.)
MULDER: I know who youíre protecting, Marty. And I think I know why. Youíre protecting the man who murdered your mother.
MARTY: I donít know what youíre talking about.
MULDER: I read the original police report from 1970. Your mother died from a single stab wound to the right kidney -- as did Paco Ordonez and Susan Forester. Dead at the hands of an unknown assailant.
MARTY: I never knew my mother.
MULDER: No. I know. But for once you were there when it happened. She was pregnant with you at the time. She died on the operating table as doctors were trying to save her. You were born ... just barely. But the interruption in blood flow you suffered most likely caused your blindness.
MARTY: What does that have to do with anything?
MULDER: I think that during that time ... as you lost one sense ... you gained another. That somehow ... a connection was formed between you and your motherís killer.
MARTY: What connection?
MULDER: You see through his eyes. You always have. You donít want to, you just do. And because of that you feel responsible for his actions, but youíre not. And youíre sitting here in prison for crimes you didnít commit. It isnít going to accomplish anything, Marty.
PENNOCK: Excuse me, Agent Mulder. Sheís being transferred now.
MULDER: Thereís absolutely no point to you doing this, Marty. Weíre going to find him with or without your help.
MARTY: (as she leaves with PENNOCK, to MULDER) Iím sorry.
(Later. Marty is led to a prisoner transport vehicle. She is wearing chains. Suddenly, she begins having flashes of a woman being led to a prisoner transport vehicle. Shock, as she realizes she is seeing herself. She turns her face toward the fence where the OLDER MAN is watching her.)
(MARTY, in prisoner garb, is led to a visitorís booth where MULDER is waiting.)
MULDER: Hi, Marty.
MARTY: Whatís going on?
MULDER: Detective Pennock is with the warden right now arranging for your release.
MARTY: (frustrated) Ah! What?
MULDER: The charges against you are being dropped. Youíre no longer a suspect in this case.
MARTY: How can they do that?! I confessed.
MULDER: Yeah, well, confession is worthless if itís a lie, and yours was a lie.
MARTY: What have you been telling them?
MULDER: Just that youíre innocent, which is something they would have found out on their own anyway. The locker you sent us to? It had prints on it, but they werenít yours.
MARTY: I was careful.
MULDER: Yeah, well, somebody else wasnít so careful. Charles Wesley Gotts, an ex-con. Convicted in 1970 of aggravated assault. He was paroled three weeks ago and heís been missing ever since.
MARTY: Never heard of him.
MULDER: I happen to believe that, Marty. The PCR tests confirmed that it was his blood on the glove. The tests confirmed something else, Marty. Heís your father. (MARTY is shocked.) That was the connection. (MARTY is on verge of tears.)
PENNOCK: (entering) Okay, weíre all set. (looks between MARTY and MULDER) That is, if everythingís taken care of on this end.
MARTY: Whatís he talking about?
MULDER: (hard for him to say) Detective Pennock has agreed to not pursue aiding and abetting charges if you agree to help us ... if you agree to help us find him. We need your help, Marty. You can end it now.
MARTY: (she nods) I can end this.
MULDER: Iím sure thatís what youíve always wanted.
MARTY: (nods, then shakes her head) I never wanted to spend my life in a place like this. I had no choice. Hmm. If I help you, will you protect me until heís caught?
PENNOCK: I will personally guarantee your safety.
MARTY: (sighs) Hmmm. Take me home.
(MULDER pulls up in front of the Blarney Stone bar.)
VOICE ON POLICE RADIO: Moving into position at the back exit.
MULDER: All right, stand by.
VOICE ON POLICE RADIO: Copy that.
(MULDER looks into his rearview mirror, sees SCULLY getting out of the car behind him, gets out to meet her)
MULDER: Just in time for the surprise party.
SCULLY: She told you heíd be in there?
MULDER: Yeah, she described this place perfectly, right down to the matchbooks.
SCULLY: What made her decide to cooperate?
MULDER; She wants to stop him.
SCULLY: All of a sudden? I mean, if sheís so anxious to stop him, why didnít she tell us his name before now?
MULDER: She didnít know his name. Theyíve never met. Heís been in prison her entire life.
SCULLY: Well, yet, according to you, sheís been seeing through his eyes the whole time.
MULDER: I - I donít think she was sure exactly what she was seeing but it was more like a - a constant image in her mind that she learned to live with over time. Up until three weeks ago.
SCULLY: When the murders started.
MULDER: He was paroled and everything changed.
SCULLY: Well, if all this is true, let's go get him. (Starts for bar. MULDER doesnít follow.) Mulder?
MULDER: Everythingís changed for her, Scully. I donít think weíre
going to find him in there.
(MARTYíS apartment. PENNOCK and MARTY are in her apartment. She is packing.)
PENNOCK: Need some help over there?
PENNOCK: (to himself) Shouldíve known. (MARTY keeps packing.) Now you know, you donít have to pack everything you own. I promise you, youíre not going to be in protective custody that long.
MARTY: Itís too late for that, anyway.
PENNOCK: Why is that?
MARTY: Gotts is already here.
PENNOCK: What are you talking about?
MARTY: (feels an old-style coffee pot on the stove) Heís been keeping tabs on me for about a day. (walks to the opposite side of the kitchen, takes out a couple of packs or cans of something, then walks back to the stove, putting her hands on the pot) Now he knows where I live. Heís reading the names on the mailboxes right now.
PENNOCK: What? How could you know ........
(MARTY hits PENNOCK on the head with the pot knocking him out.
She takes his gun, opens the front door and goes back into the apartment.
Downstairs, GOTTS, the OLDER MAN looks at mailbox #26, the name GLENN
above it, then goes upstairs.)
(MULDER, holding his cell phone, and SCULLY come out of the bar.)
SCULLY: How did you know he wouldnít be in there?
MULDER: She doesnít want us to get him. She misdirected us on purpose.
SCULLY: Sheís still protecting him?
MULDER: No, sheís not. She never was. (hangs up) Pennockís not picking up.
SCULLY: What do you mean?
MULDER: Itís not him sheís been protecting. If he goes back
to prison, so does she. Until now, sheís never had a choice.
(Gets in driverís side of car.)
(MARTYíS apartment. GOTTS enters, sees PENNOCK still out cold. GOTTS opens a switchblade and begins walking through the house. MARTY, hiding in the kitchen, sees his progress in flashes. When GOTTS gets to the kitchen, she reveals herself, points the gun at his head.)
MARTY: (very quietly) I hate the way you see me.
(We see GOTTS' point-of-view as she fires at him.)
(Later, MULDER and SCULLY enter the apartment and see GOTTS dead with a bullet hole in his forehead.)
PENNOCK: (cuffing MARTY) She did this one. Trust me. (leads her out
past MULDER and SCULLY, she looks right at MULDER as she passes him.)
(MULDER walking down prison corridor to MARTYíS cell.)
MARTY: Not much to look at, is it? At least, thatís what they tell me. (She walks to the bars and he reaches through to take her hand.) You were at the sentencing, Agent Mulder.
MULDER: Is it my cologne?
MARTY: (smiles) No, I just knew youíd be there.
MULDER: Marty, let me speak to the judge on your behalf.
MULDER: We found where heíd been staying. It was a motel not far from where Paco Ordonez had been murdered.
MARTY: And before that, Atlantic City. Hmmm. Iíd never seen the ocean before. And now when I close my eyes, or even when I open them, thatís all I see.
(Guardís footsteps approaching.)
MULDER: Well, youíre lucky he wasnít a fan of the Ice Capades.
(Guard touches MULDERíS arm. He squeezes MARTYíS hand.)
GUARD OVER INTERCOM: Lights out.
(Lights go out. MULDER leaves. MARTY stands at bars, then turns and disappears into the darkness of her cell. )