I think we all feel an empty place.
Everybody loved Jennifer.
Not just because she was a special person...
...but because she was the kind of friend who was always there for you.
We'll miss you, Jen.
We'll miss your smile.
We'll miss the times we would have spent together.
We'll keep these memories close to our hearts...
...until we meet again in God's kingdom.
The family has requested a graveside service.
I've rescheduled the burial to tomorrow afternoon.
We'll keep the body overnight.
Such a beautiful girl.
Hello?
Who's there?
I said "Who's there?"
Donnie...
What the hell are you doing here this late?
- Working. - Working... at this hour
What is this?
What the hell were you doing?
Get out of here.
You freak!
Get out of here! And don't come back.
I should report you! Just go on. Get out of here!
I got the call from Minneapolis PD...
...saying they wanted the FBI to come out and take a look.
Anything slightly freakazoid, that's the drill. Call Moe Bocks.
As if I'm tight with all the nutcases in town!
So I shoot on down here to see what's the what.
And I'll be damned if I'm not knocked on my butt by what they show me.
22 years I've never seen anything like it!
I get one look at the corpse and I'm on the phone to my pal Andy Schneider...
...down at the Mutual UFO Network. You know Andy?
- No, I don't. - Well, he knows you.
Why'd you call MUFON?
To see if there was UFO activity in the area.
You think this grave was unearthed by aliens?
Well, it has all the telltale signs, don't you think?
- I mean, according to the literature. - Literature?
You know the way the hair and nails are cut away?
Sorta like they do in cattle mutilations.
I hate to disappoint you, Agent Bocks...
- ..but it doesn't look like the work of aliens. - No? How can you be sure?
I've seen this kind of thing before at Violent Crimes.
Whoever dug this up probably used a backhoe.
If you check the ground, you'll probably find new tracks leading to a garage nearby.
- You think? - He may work here, but it's unlikely.
He's probably worked at a mortuary or cemetery at some time.
Probably been busted, but you won't find any record.
It has to be bad for business when those kind of stories get around.
You're saying some human's been doing this?
Yeah, if you wanna call him that.
- You OK, Scully? - Yeah.
I've read about cases of desecrating the dead, but never seen it.
Nothing can prepare you for it. It's almost unimaginable.
Why do they do it?
Well, people collect salt and pepper shakers.
Fetishists collect dead things - fingernails and hair. No one quite knows why.
Though I've never really understood salt and pepper shakers myself.
- Sometimes you surprise me, Mulder. - Why's that?
How that didn't shock you back there.
I'd prepared myself for it before we left Washington.
You knew this wasn't UFO related from the start?
I'd suspected as much, yeah.
It took us three hours to get here. Our plane doesn't leave until tomorrow.
- If you suspected... - Vikings versus Redskins, Scully.
40-yard line in the Hubert H Humphrey Metrodome.
You and me.
Have you lived in the Twin Cities area long, Mr Pf aster?
I grew up here. I was away for a few years.
Oh... What kind of work were you in before?
Cosmetology. Hair and make-up.
Oh... It's interesting.
If you don't mind my saying, that's a lovely colour lipstick you're wearing.
Is that Indian Summer?
Yes... Yes, it is.
You're applying for the job as the delivery man?
To put myself through school. I've gone back to school.
Oh. And what are you studying?
- Comparative religions. - Oh.
- Are you a religious person yourself? - Yes. Very.
I shouldn't say this, but Mr Ficicello feels very strongly about religious backgrounds.
He prides himself on the honesty of his employees.
Can you put that on the application?
- I'll attach a little note. - Thank you.
Long, long pass. Here's Garner with the catch.
And Garner brought down
at the Washington five-yard line for a Viking first down.
Sorry you had to miss your game, but we've found more bodies dug up.
Did you get your Forensics report on the first one yet?
There was somebody down in the grave.
Cut the hair with a pair of pinking shears. Gotta wonder about this guy!
Well, at least he wasn't down there with his blow-dryer.
- How many bodies does that make? - Three in the last two days.
What else can you tell me about the corpses?
The hair was cut from the heads of two of the bodies.
From the third, the fingernails were pulled out...
...with what looks like a pair of needle-nosed pliers.
I want you to draft an eyes-only memo to everyone here...
...and to all law enforcement agencies in the area.
Saying what?
That the Twin Cities may have a... escalating fetishist on their hands.
- A what? - An escalating fetishist.
Security should be tightened around cemeteries and funeral homes.
Hospitals should be notified.
A story should be issued to the press warning of a possible stalker in the area.
This isn't New York, Agent Mulder.
People keep their doors unlocked here. This is gonna scare 'em.
Well, leave out the more gruesome aspects in your press release.
Why do you want to alarm folks if this guy only preys on dead people?
Because his compulsion is growing. He may resort to homicide to procure his corpses.
Once he gets the taste of a warm body, he's probably gonna want more.
Maybe I've been isolated up here in the great white North too long.
What do you mean?
People wondered why it took them so long to catch this kid in Milwaukee.
Thought someone should've noticed he was killing all those young boys.
Truth is... no one ever believed it could happen.
If you catch this guy first, maybe they can go on believing that.
We don't have the manpower or expertise to move on this with any speed.
It's gonna be hard to round up anybody on a Saturday.
It could be Monday or Tuesday before we get our ducks in a row.
We have some work to do here. I'm gonna cancel our flight out.
- Scully? - I'll be right there.
A complete model or psychological profile of the death fetishist does not exist.
The compulsion is a result of a complex misplacement of values...
..and a deviation from cultural norms and social mores.
He is more likely to be white, male, and of average to above-average intelligence.
Cases of fetishists with IQs over 150 have been documented.
The progression of the pathology moves from the fantasy stage...
..to the eventual acting out of fetishistic impulses, including opportunistic homicide.
Agent Mulder believes that the suspect in this case is escalating towards this action.
Once he begins to murder, the killing draws attention away from a deeper motive.
A motive which most people, including law enforcement professionals,
dare not imagine.
It is somehow easier to believe, as Agent Bocks does, in aliens and UFOs...
..than in the kind of inhuman monster who could prey on the living...
..to scavenge from the dead.
Hi.
Hello there!
- Hi. - Hi.
Are you looking for a date?
Yes.
Why don't you pull up around the corner over there?
Well, actually, I was thinking of a couple of hours.
Where do you have in mind?
Don't you have any heat in here? It's freezing.
The forced-air unit is broken.
I'd like to run you a bath.
Is your hair treated?
What?
Do you need a shampoo for chemically treated hair?
You want me to shampoo my hair?
I'll pay extra if that's something out of the ordinary.
Well, nobody's ever asked me.
Excuse me.
Hello?
- Is this Mr Pf aster? - Yes.
Hi, this is Marilyn at Ficicello Frozen Foods. Sorry to bother you so late...
..but I'm calling to say you've been hired. We'd like you to start right away.
Hey, what's going on here? The water is ice-cold.
What kind of sick freak are you?
Oh, my God!
- Mr Pf aster? - Yes. That's wonderful news.
Thank you so much.
Don't you come near me.
I mean it.
Don't you touch me!
Stay away from me!
Keep away from me! Don't you come near me.
We're still waiting for someone to ID the body.
Judging from the area, I'd say she's probably a working girl.
Watch your step.
No...
Oh, my God!
Who did this to her?
- Was it him? - Looks like it.
Knife wound the length of the torso. Cut all her hair off. Took her fingernails.
This time he took some fingers, too.
- Wanna see the body? - Yeah.
I need a minute.
Hey! Let him take a look.
Hi. I'm your new delivery man.
Oh, hi. Come in.
Did they give you Skip's old route?
Yes, I think so. I've just started with the company.
Skip's been delivering to us so long,
we took it for granted he'd always be around.
Since before the kids were born.
Lisa, this is, uh...
Donnie. Donnie Pf aster.
- He's taking over for Skip. - Oh, hi.
- I'm gonna go over to Steve's now, OK? - OK. You have a good time.
- Bye. - Bye.
We have three daughters.
Oh.
Pardon me. May I use your washroom to wash up my hands?
Sure. There's a washroom just off the porch.
I just wanted to tell you, if we're ever not home, we always leave the back door open.
Oh. Thank you. I'll remember that.
Death is a recorded event...
..for reasons natural or unnatural.
When a body ceases to function, the cause of the effect can be clearly reconstructed.
A body has a story to tell.
The time is 11.14am, Monday November 14th.
The deceased is a female in her twenties.
If the victim was strangled, an examination of the veins in the eyes will reveal this.
If shot, entry wounds and gunpowder residue can be used...
..to reconstruct the events leading to death and help to establish a possible motive.
Hair and fibres, slivers of glass, plastic, even insect casings...
..can serve to recreate the circumstances under which death occurred.
It may be an irony only understood by those of us who conduct these examinations...
..that death, like life itself, is a drama with a beginning, middle and end.
It is my opinion, having conducted this examination...
..that the victim died a wrongful death
for the purpose of extracting her hair and fingernails.
The time of death cannot be accuratelyjudged...
..due, I believe, to immersion in a cold environment, most likely water.
For the record, it is my opinion that...
..outside of child homicide, which may be more tragic...
..this is one of the most angry and dehumanising murders imaginable.
Mm-mm, I just don't know.
Look at each man carefully.
He's none of those guys. He was ordinary. He didn't look like no freak.
Do you remember what kind of car he was driving, what colour it was?
I think it was white.
OK, you can go. Just leave a number and address where you can be reached.
- You gonna catch this guy? - We'll catch him.
Might be a good week to take that paid vacation the boss owes you.
Yeah. Right
If this guy looks regular and doesn't have a record,
he's gonna be near impossible to find.
Until he kills again, or until we can determine what drives him.
I read your profile.
Sounds like he can't make it with women. It would explain the hooker.
The hooker was just convenient. He's after trophies.
His victim was a young, attractive woman. The corpses he dug up were young women.
What's fuelling his need? What's important about the hair and fingernails to him?
It's as if it's not enough that they're dead, he's also gotta defile them.
There's a deeper psychosis here.
It's an unfathomable hatred of women, probably going back to his mother.
I'd say she's pretty fried at him, too.
I think we should call all the psychiatric facilities in the area...
...and ask if they have any patients with similar pathologies.
This kind of a monster isn't made overnight. He's been developing this fetish for years.
The necessity of the story - myth - in a culture is almost universal.
We think of myths as things that entertain or instruct.
But their deeper purpose is often to explain, or make fanciful...
...desires, wishes or behaviour that society would otherwise deem unacceptable.
Because they are conveyed in a wrapping of untruth - the story -
these thoughts become harmless.
Take, for example, the stories we recite to our children.
Snow White, Alice in Wonderland...
The subtextual themes,
when the Queen orders "Off with her head!"...
...or the Prince awakens Sleeping Beauty with a kiss...
...are what Freud would describe as death-wish imaginings.
Excuse me. I'm in your mythology class.
- Uh-huh? - My name's Donnie.
I sit a couple of rows over. Maybe you've seen me.
- Uh, I don't know. I... - I know. You sit up front.
I just...
See, I... I was going to my car and I saw you... and...
Did he ask us to read chapters 10 and 11, or 11 and 12?
Oh... I... uh, I think it was, uh...
- It was chapters 10 and 11. - Oh, thanks.
I have to go now.
- Don't go. - Let go of the door.
Help! Someone! Help!
- Hello? - It's me.
They've arrested somebody they think may be our guy.
I'll get dressed.
He's got a history of assault.
911 call came in from a security officer who saw it happen.
She hurt him pretty bad.
Yeah, he's definitely our guy.
- Who cut him? - A working girl.
They're all carrying knives since what happened.
I'm Agent Mulder. Have you been read your rights?
I paid her the money, then she hauls out this knife.
What am I supposed to do? I smacked her a couple of times.
Self-defence. Self-defence...
- He's not our guy. - I thought we had him.
We're back to square one.
Mulder, can I have a minute with you?
I'll wait out front.
I might better drive this investigation if I could focus on the evidence.
- What do you suggest? - That I take the body back to Washington.
I could run it through the fingerprint lab. Those guys...
Scully, if you're having trouble with this case, I want you to tell me.
- I'm not, Mulder. - I'd understand.
- I mean, it's not exactly easy to stomach. - I'm fine.
Really... I just think we're a long way from catching this guy.
If we could get a print, we'd have something to focus on. Right now we're at a standstill.
I think it's a good idea.
I just don't want you to think you have to hide anything from me.
I've seen agents with 20 years' field experience fall apart on cases like this.
I'm fine. I can handle it.
Hey...
What's your name?
- You talking to me? - Yeah.
Were those FBI agents?
Yeah.
What were they asking you?
They thought I was some freak who's been diggin' up corpses!
Man, I'm in enough trouble already.
What were their names?
- Who? - The younger agents.
Oh...
Uh, I don't remember his name.
She was Scully. Like that baseball announcer.
Let's go, Mr Pf aster.
- Go where? - Lady's dropped the charges against you.
They're letting you out as soon as you talk to a psychiatric social worker.
At first glance, there's not much to work with.
Satin doesn't hold a print real well.
There may be a latent in these blood stains.
I suspect the killer wore gloves.
Well, the body was on my flight, so it should be here soon.
We'll take a look. How long are you in town, Agent Scully?
I have a flight back to Minneapolis booked for tonight, but, um...
I might cancel.
I've put all other work aside.
Thanks.
You think that you find a way to deal with these things.
In med school you develop a clinical detachment to death.
In your FBI training you are confronted with cases...
...the most violent and terrible cases.
You think you can look into the face of pure evil...
...and then you find yourself paralysed by it.
Are you aware that you've been talking about yourself in the second person?
No. Was I?
Do you know why?
Um...
Probably as another way of trying to detach myself from it.
You're a very strong person.
You've probably always felt you can handle any problem by yourself.
But you feel vulnerable now.
Do you know why that is?
No.
Is it your partner? Is there a problem with trust?
No.
I trust him as much as anyone.
I trust him with my life.
Can you talk to him about the way you're feeling?
I don't want him to know how much this is bothering me.
No.
I don't want him to feel like he has to protect me.
I know you lost your father last year.
And, uh... I read in your file that you were very ill recently...
...that your life was threatened.
These exposures can leave you extremely vulnerable.
I know these things.
I'm... conscious of them.
I know that the world is full of predators, just as it has always been.
And I know that it is my job to protect people from them.
And I have counted on that fact to give me faith in my ability to do what I do.
I want that faith back.
I need it back.
That's great.
- Ah! I've been looking for you. - I had a meeting.
- I got good news. - What did you find?
There was nothing on the sheets. But we pulled something off the body.
The guy cut her fingers off, but not all of them.
On her right hand, he left a thumb.
I pulled this off the nail polish.
There must've been a struggle before he killed her - before he put the gloves on.
- I'll call Agent Mulder. - Somebody called for you.
- Who? - Said he was an agent in Minneapolis.
I said you had a flight booked back tonight.
- Was it Agent Mulder? - I didn't recognise the name.
- Did you tell him about the print? - I hadn't found it yet.
- Mulder. - Hi, it's me.
We got a print.
- Scully got a print. - Fantastic!
I'll modem it out to you to see if you can run a match.
- Are you staying on there, Scully? - No. I'm coming back tonight.
- Look, I know this is a horrific case, but if... - I'm OK with it, Mulder.
- Anyway, you could use my help. - Always.
You or Agent Bocks didn't call here for me earlier, did you?
Did you call Scully?
No.
- OK. I'll see you when I get there. - All right.
- FBI! - I'll take the bedroom!
Move it! Move it! Move it!
- Team two, go! - Go!
- Team one, what is your status? - We're clear back here!
Clear!
Bill! I think it's human hair.
Suspect does not appear to be at home.
Let's put out an APB on Donald Addie Pf aster, age 28.
Moe, take a look at this.
- She should be here. - She was on the plane.
It landed three hours ago.
We found Agent Scully's car.
She was forced off the road. A white car.
Get a sample of this paint on a plane to Washington.
If we're lucky, we can get a make and model of the car by morning. We're gonna find her.
Nothing registered to Donald Pf aster?
Right. Right, got it.
The paint is called Ivory Bone.
It's a two-step enamel used by three makers of late-model mid-size cars.
They estimate there may be 60,000 cars that fit that description in the metropolitan area.
- Nothing? - No.
No one saw her leave the rental agency? No attendant?
Sorry, Mulder, that's all we got.
People videotape police beatings on dark streets.
They spot Elvis in three cities across America every day.
But no one saw a pretty woman being forced off the road.
He could've taken her anyplace. How are we gonna find her?
Well, um... We gotta start at the beginning.
As nasty as it might sound, we gotta get inside this guy's head.
Where would he go?
- Anywhere but his mother's, right? - Why do you say that?
Being he's so pissed off at her, from what your profile says.
- Do we know where his mother lives? - I don't know.
Let's find out.
The mother lives in Boca Raton, Florida.
Correction. She used to live there. She died a year ago.
Did she have a car registered to her?
Late-model white sedan.
He inherited the car.
Maybe Boca Raton was a winter house. Does she have a residence in Minneapolis?
Get the hell away from me!
Don't be afraid.
Is your hair normal or dry?
Where are you going?
There's no way out, girlie girl!
I know this house, girlie girl.
There's nowhere to hide.
Move! Move!
Federal agent! Hands in the air! Hands in the air!
Can we get some paramedics here now!
Just help me get my wrists untied.
- How did you find me? - His mother owned the house.
Willed it to his sisters. A patrolman saw his car out back.
Get him outta here.
Sure you don't wanna sit down, Scully?
I'm fine, Mulder.
It's all right.
The conquest of fear lies in its acceptance...
..in understanding what scares us most
is that which is most familiar and commonplace.
That boy next door, Donnie Pf aster...
..the unremarkable brother of four older sisters...
..extraordinary only in his ordinariness...
..could grow up to be the devil in a button-down shirt.
It's said that the fear of the unknown is a response
to the excesses of the imagination.
But our fear of the everyday, of the lurking stranger, of footfalls on the stairs...
..the fear of violent death and the impulse to survive...
..are as frightening as anyΧ-File.
As real as the acceptance that it could happen to you.
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