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Sorry if that spoils some of the drama, but otherwise the transcript won't make too much sense.) KITSUNEGARI 5.08 written by Vince Gilligan and Tim Minear TEASER < Lorton Penitentiary Hospital Ward, Lorton, Virginia > (A physical therapist is assisting a patient in pushing a large plastic wheel across the floor. Watching are orderlies Piero and Chuck.) THERAPIST: Keep going. Keep going. That's the way. Don't stop now. Oh, come on, keep pushing. No pain, no gain. I want five more steps and you're done. Uh-huh ... four ... three ... good ... and ... super. PIERO: Hit it. (The orderlies push a wheelchair up behind the patient.) THERAPIST: Nice and easy. You're really coming along, Bobby. I'm very pleased with your improvement. PIERO: (to Chuck) Back off. Keep your fingers on your pepper spray, just like I told you. (Piero shackles the patient's arms securely to the wheelchair.) THERAPIST: Mr. Piero, is all this really necessary? PIERO: Yes, ma'am. I'd say it is. (Later, Piero and Chuck are pushing the patient's wheelchair down the hallway.) CHUCK: So, what's this guy's story? PIERO: Cop killer. Regular people killer. General all-around waste of skin. CHUCK: So what are you scared of? Guy's a freaking vegetable, I mean, what's he going to do ... run over you with his big plastic wheel? PIERO: I'll tell you what. You want to last here more than a week, you don't ever underestimate this man. Never trust him, never let your guard down around him. Never. Capeesh? CHUCK: Comprendo. (They open a cell door and we see the patient's face for the first time. It is Robert Modell, the "Pusher" from 3x17.) (That evening, Chuck is on duty on the ward. He sees a red "call light" blinking outside Modell's cell. He leaves his station and walks to Modell's cell. He looks in and sees Modell shackled to his bed, but the red light continues to blink. He pulls out his pepper spray, unlocks the door, and enters Modell's cell. Modell is tapping one finger against the bed. Chuck checks his shackles, which are secure. CHUCK: What's up, Modell? (Modell whispers some unintelligible words to Chuck. Chuck leans closer to listen.) (The following morning, Piero comes on shift. He notices that Chuck is not at the guard's station.) PIERO: Hey, Chuck? (He hears a series of dull thuds from down the hall, in the direction of Modell's cell. He runs down the hall and finds Modell's door open. He enters to find the bed empty and Chuck sitting in the corner, slowly hitting his head against the wall.) PIERO: What the hell happened, Chuck? Where's Modell? CHUCK: He had to go. ACT I < a large room in Lorton Penitentiary > (Skinner is conducting a briefing with about a dozen agents, US Marshalls and other officials, as Mulder and Scully enter.) SKINNER: The orderly's being questioned, but judging by his mental state he's not gonna be much help to us, so there's very little we know for sure at this point. What we do know is that the last confirmed bed check was 2:04 AM. As of 6:14 AM, the subject was reported escaped. Since then, there have been no further sightings or contact. FIRST MARSHALL: How did this man make his way out of the building? SKINNER: Every indication is he simply walked out the front door. Due to the ... unique ... nature of this investigation, the FBI will head the manhunt. The Marshall Service will lend their much-welcomed expertise and will coordinate all their efforts with myself or my two designated SAC's - agents Mulder and Scully. They apprehended the subject the first time around. Agent Mulder ... MULDER: The subject's name is Robert Patrick Modell. He's a serial killer responsible for at least 17 murders. Specifically, he targets law enforcement. In 1996, he caused the deaths of an FBI agent and a Loudoun County sheriff's deputy. It was all a game to him. He was looking for, in his words, "a worthy adversary". SCULLY: To win makes him feel important. He likes to think of himself as a ronan - a warrior without a master, adhering to the budo, the Japanese way of war. In truth, he's a highly intelligent sociopath who has no fear of dying. In keeping with his game archetype, he likes to leave clues. This is why we expect to be contacted by him, hopefully sooner rather than later. MULDER: We fully expect him to pick up exactly where he left off. SECOND MARSHALL: What did you mean before when you said he just walked out the building? MULDER: Modell refers to himself as "pusher". Technically speaking, all of his victims' wounds were self-inflicted. This man has a unique ability to force his will upon others - to push his victims into hurting or killing themselves. SECOND MARSHALL: Say what? MULDER: OK, look, this is all you need to know. Do not trust this man, do not talk to him, do not engage him in conversation, even if he is unarmed. Approach him only with extraordinary caution, and then only with adequate backup. FIRST MARSHALL: So what's adequate backup? MULDER: Adequate backup? Every cop you can lay your hands on. SKINNER: Line up for your assignment. (Skinner hands out assignments to the others while Mulder and Scully step aside.) MULDER: What's Modell's condition? SCULLY: Extremely weakened. The doctors here say that he can barely even walk. MULDER: Oh yeah? SCULLY: Yeah, Mulder, I'm amazed he's even alive ... the condition that we last saw him in, comatose with a bullet in the head. MULDER: How did he recover? SCULLY: Well, apparently one day about six months ago, he simply woke up. It's unusual, but it's not unheard of. MULDER: What about his brain tumor that was supposed to be killing him? SCULLY: It still is. MULDER: Is there anybody on staff here we can talk to? SCULLY: He has a physical therapist. Mulder ... what if Modell plans to pick up where he left off? Where does that leave you? You were his prime target. Should you even be heading this investigation? MULDER: As opposed to what? What's your point? SCULLY: That it's exactly what he wants. That once again you're playing his game. < Occoquan, Virginia, 9:13 AM > (Todd is on duty at the Sport's Hut. He is watching a television showing a news bulletin that includes a photo of Modell.) NEWSCASTER (on TV): The escaped inmate, Robert Patrick Modell, was convicted in 1996 on charges stemming from an incident in which he brandished a firearm in a downtown hospital. Two people died. Officials are cautioning area residents not to approach this man. He is considered to be extremely dangerous ... TODD: Can I help you? (Todd looks up and immediately recognizes Modell at the counter.) MODELL: Hi. (Todd reaches down and slowly grasps a baseball bat just behind the counter.) MODELL: You're not scared of snakes? TODD: What? MODELL: (looking down at the bat) Looks like a timber rattler. (Todd looks down at the bat, but he sees that he is holding a large "snake" just behind the head.) MODELL: Hold on tight to the neck, now. Don't let it bite you. Don't drop it. You drop it, it'll get you. Todd? Do you think I can get some service now? TODD: (breathless) Yeah. MODELL: Go into the back and put the snake down. (Todd goes to the back, still carrying the "snake". Modell walks behind the counter and grabs a Carbo-Bar. As he eats it, he looks up at the television.) NEWSCASTER: ... certainly, Paul. This was the scene here at Lorton Penitentiary less than one hour ago. Agents of the Federal Bureau of Investigation along with the US Marshall Service and representatives of local law enforcement met to assemble a multi-agency task force ... (The television shows Mulder and Scully getting out of their car and entering the prison.) < Lorton Penitentiary > (Mulder and Scully are interviewing the physical therapist, who is reviewing Modell's medical file.) THERAPIST: He couldn't have been faking it completely, that's all I can say. The gunshot wound did a hell of a lot of damage. (she turns the page in Modell's file) (to Mulder) You're the officer that shot him. SCULLY: (reading the visitors log) It says here that Modell had a visitor yesterday afternoon. MULDER: Who? SCULLY: It's marked LSC. THERAPIST: Little Sisters of Charity. They try to visit all the hospitalized inmates. MULDER: Did Modell ever get any other visitors besides the Little Sisters of Charity? THERAPIST: Not that I know of. He didn't have much in the way of family. He was raised in foster homes mostly. MULDER: Sounds like you got to know him pretty well. THERAPIST: He never gave me any grief. He worked hard at getting better. I'd talk to him sometimes. MULDER: About what? THERAPIST: Small talk, nothing important. He'd ask how I was. MULDER: He's a very considerate man. THERAPIST: I don't doubt for a second Robert Modell belongs in prison. But I never had any problem with him personally. (Another agent bursts into the room.) AGENT: Agents! It's Modell. (Mulder and Scully run into the meeting room, joining Skinner.) SKINNER: (to Mulder) He's asking for you. We're running a trace right now. We just need thirty seconds. (Mulder reaches for the phone.) SCULLY: (softly, as he reaches for the phone) Mulder? (Mulder nods at Scully, acknowledging her warning.) MULDER: (to phone) Yeah. MODELL: (on phone) Two words - it's alive. (he laughs) MULDER: I don't feel like playing your game right now, Modell. MODELL: Touchy. Look, Mulder, there's something I need you to hear. MULDER: Tell it to me in person, Modell. MODELL: No. Seriously, listen to me. MULDER: No, you listen to me. Either you come back here on your own or I drag your sorry ass back on the bumper of my car. SCULLY: (to agent monitoring the trace) Time? TRACE AGENT: 4 seconds. MODELL: When did you turn into Clint Eastwood? SCULLY: (to Mulder) Don't let him rope you in. MODELL: Now stop talking like a tough guy and pay attention. I know you're tracing this call. I don't care. I have something ... SCULLY: Mulder, hang up the phone. MODELL: ... that I need you to hear. Mulder, are you going to ... (Mulder hangs up.) TRACE AGENT: We got it. < the Sport's Hut in Occoquan > (Mulder, Scully, Skinner and other agents storm in. Mulder notices the Carbo-Bar wrapper on the counter. The other agents fan out through the store.) SCULLY: There's nothing back there. SKINNER: How far could he get? (Mulder looks outside and sees a figure walking slowly down the middle of the street.) MULDER: Outside! (They run outside. Mulder nearly gets hit by a car, and then runs after the man, who is wearing a light overcoat with "D. C. Dept. of Corrections" on the back. As he reaches him, he draws his gun and spins the man around. It is Todd, the clerk from the Sport's Hut. Skinner and Scully catch up.) SKINNER: Where is he? Where's Modell? TODD: He had to go. < inside a house > (Modell is staring intently at a framed photograph of a blonde woman. As he puts the photo down, he leaves a bright blue fingerprint on the frame. We hear the door close and see an overturned bucket of paint, several footprints, a paintbrush and a pool of paint, all bright blue, on the carpet. We then see the head of a man, completely covered in the blue paint.) ACT II < inside the same house > (We see various symbols, in the same blue paint, on the walls of the room. Mulder, Scully and other officers are investigating.) MULDER: (motioning at the symbols) I'm going to take a wild stab here and guess this is a clue. (Scully is examining the body of the man. As she pries open his mouth, a large quantity of blue paint comes flowing out.) SCULLY: Appears as if he died from ingesting paint. I imagine that he did all of this and then drank what was left. (Skinner enters with several other agents, including a female agent of oriental descent.) SKINNER: (to female agent) See what you can make of it. (to Scully) Modell? SCULLY: (looking toward the paint can on the floor) Cerulean blue. SKINNER: What the hell's the point in all of this? SCULLY: Maybe his choice of victim. This is Nathan Bowman with the Loudoun County attorney's office. He's the prosecutor that tried Modell in 1996. SKINNER: So you think it's simple revenge? FEMALE AGENT: Sir? It's not a manifesto. It's the same single idiogram over and over. SKINNER: Which is what? FEMALE AGENT: Well, the hand it's in is pretty sloppy, but I think it's supposed to be "kitsunegari" - "fox hunt". SCULLY: Fox Mulder. MULDER: That's a little on the nose, don't you think? (Mulder walks over to the photograph of the blonde woman, noticing the blue fingerprint.) MULDER: Was Nathan Bowman married? SCULLY: (checking the body's ring finger and finding a wedding band) Yep. SKINNER: What are you thinking? (Mulder walks to the phone and notices the names on the "speed dial" list, one of which is "Linda office".) MULDER: Linda. Bet that's his wife, huh? (He presses the speed dial button and activates the speaker.) RECEPTIONIST: (on phone) NovaMax Realty. MULDER: (to phone) Hi, Linda? RECEPTIONIST: I'm sorry. Mrs. Bowman has left the office to meet a client. May I take a message? MULDER: Do you know the name of the client that Mrs. Bowman went to see? RECEPTIONIST: It's, uh, Mr. Fox Mulder. SCULLY: It's him. SKINNER: Location. Find out where he's at. MULDER: Do you know where Mrs. Bowman went to meet Fox Mulder, a location? RECEPTIONIST: I know it's a commercial property in Falls Church, uh, can you hold on please? MULDER: Yeah. (Skinner dials a number on his cell phone.) SKINNER: (to his phone) Give me the Falls Church PD. < the commercial property, 214 Channel Avenue, Falls Church > (A Falls Church Police Department vehicle arrives. There is a "for sale" sign from NovaMax realty with Linda Bowman's name on the outside. Two officers get out. The first officer checks the door and finds evidence that it has been pried open.) SECOND OFFICER: (to radio) Unit 6 at 214 Channel Avenue. Signs of forced entry. We're gonna check it out. DISPATCHER: (on radio) Exercise extreme caution, 6. Backup is in route. (The officers draw their weapons and enter. It is dark inside, and they move upstairs and split up.) MODELL: (unseen, from a distance) Hello. Officer? I'm over here. (the first officer follows the voice) That's right. No, not that way. Not that way either, but you're getting warmer. (the voice gets louder) Dead ahead. Straight in front. Buddy, I'm straight in front of you. What do you want me to do, draw you a map? (laughs) Keep coming. Almost there. (The first officer rounds a corner and sees "Modell" with a gun.) FIRST OFFICER: Put it down! Put the gun down! Put it down! Now! On the floor! ("Modell" complies) Face down! Do it! (he takes the gun) Marty, I got him! Get up here! (Outside, a number of cars pull up. Mulder, Scully and Skinner are among the officers arriving. They run into the building.) SKINNER: Federal Agent! Officer, where are you? FIRST OFFICER: Upstairs! Sir, I got him! (They run up the stairs toward the voice.) FIRST OFFICER: I got him. (They see that the first officer is actually holding the second officer on the floor.) SECOND OFFICER: He's gone crazy! Get him the hell away from me! AGENT: (to second officer) Give me your gun. Just give me your gun. (The second agent complies.) SKINNER: He was here. He did come for the woman. SCULLY: Why Bowman's wife? What would he want with her? UNIDENTIFIED OFFICER: Hey, we got a visitor. (Outside, Linda Bowman, the blonde in the photo, arrives at the scene in a NovaMax car. As she gets out of the car, Mulder approaches.) MULDER: Linda Bowman? Fox Mulder. LINDA BOWMAN: Hi. Uh, you're my 12:15? (shortly after, Linda Bowman is being interviewed in a room within the property.) LINDA BOWMAN: (in a shaky voice) The appointment was made this morning, through my secretary. (sighs) All I know was I was supposed to meet a Mr. Mulder here. He didn't leave a number, and I couldn't call him to tell him that I was running late. Why would someone do this to Nathan? SCULLY: Mrs. Bowman? Did your husband ever discuss his work as a prosecutor with you? LINDA BOWMAN: Sometimes. SCULLY: Did he ever mention the name Robert Patrick Modell? LINDA BOWMAN: Pusher? That was Nathan's biggest case. Why? SKINNER: Can you think of any reason why this man, Modell, would take an interest in you. LINDA BOWMAN: What do you mean? SKINNER: We believe he murdered your hus