QUOTES

Doggett: "Beltway's a nightmare. Takes longer to get cross-town than it does a plane ride from India, which is where our victim flew in from last night - Bombay."
Scully: "Who are we talking about?"
Doggett: "Hugh Potocki. Importer/exporter from Minneapolis. Laid over in DC on his way home when all this blood drains from his body."---

Doggett: "The maid found the body 20 minutes after a bellman left Mr Potocki here. Whatever happened, happened fast."
Scully: "So, basically what you're saying is that nobody knows anything."
Doggett: "But then I guess that's why it's in your in-box. So, what do you think, Agent Scully? Haunted hotel room? Alien invaders? Sloppy vampires? ---

Scully: "No. From what I see, Agent Doggett, from the way this man died... I doubt it was a kid who did this."
Doggett: "Thanks. I'm not quite ready yet to lose all my faith in humanity."
Scully: "But regardless, I'd say it's wise you keep an open mind." ---

Doggett: "Big fellow, isn't he?"
Scully: "Big is a relative term, Agent Doggett.---

Doggett: "It seems he loved big women, too. Considering the evidence and motives we can probably rule out his ex-wives as suspects."
Scully: "Well, considering what I found here today I'd say I have to agree. Tissue damage. Massive trauma to the lower intestine and the rectal wall."
Doggett: "Is that from something going in or coming out?"---

Scully: "Are you suggesting that he's a mule? A courier of heroine or opiates? Drug dealer?"
Doggett: "Fills a latex balloon with heroine, swallows it. We've all seen this kind of thing before but what if somebody got to him en route, forcibly extracted the drugs, tearing it from his stomach?"
Scully: "Well, I'd say, uh, that's a good theory, Agent Doggett, not to mention a graphic one, but there would have been traces left of drugs in his system. Nor does it account for the blood loss that this man experienced."
Doggett: "Then we're right back where we started. Nobody knows anything."---

Scully: "It would mean that, uh, Mr Potocki here would have died before he left Bombay."
Doggett: "No. It would mean that a dead man boarded a plane in India, changed planes in Paris, hailed a cab at Dulles, and then checked into a downtown hotel and tipped the bellman. In my experience, dead men don't tip, Agent Scully."
Scully: "I told you to keep an open mind." ---

Scully: "Look at this. Albert Brecht's passport was a recent issue and it has his weight at 205 pounds whereas here, an Indian medical examiner has him listed at 238 pounds just two hours after his death."
Doggett: "Well, if there's one thing people lie about, it's their weight."---

Scully: "Well, something has to account for the weight gain, Agent Doggett. What if, whatever it is that killed these men entered and exited them of it's own free will? I mean, something.... small... with small hands... living... inside the victims as a... as a stowaway of sorts."
Doggett: "You know I agree that having an open mind is important to crime solving, but... this theory of yours requires an openness that I'm... I'm just not comfortable with."---

Scully: "I bet that if we had weighed Hugh Potocki when he first arrived here from Bombay that he would have been 33 pounds heavier than his corpse."---

Scully: [to medical recorder] "This is Special Agent Dana Scully. I am a medical doctor about to perform an unauthorised procedure on a body. ---

Dr Burks: "They're called Fakir - ascetic masters bound to acts of self-torture to attain enlightenment. We shot this video when I was travelling through India back in the late 70s... Oh, man, look at my hair back then."---

Scully: "These ascetic masters... they have abilities?"
Dr Burks: "Oh, absolutely. And abilities similar to those you told me about on the phone have been ascribed to what are know as Siddhi mystics. The Siddhi are a very mysterious and particularly powerful order of Fakirs. These Siddhi, they pass on their secret practices from father to son gaining occult powers with each generation."
Doggett: "What kind of powers?"
Dr Burks: "Powers of the mind. Powers that help them manipulate reality. Powers that allow them to become invisible or tiny as an atom."---

Scully: "Chuck... Could one of these Siddhi mystics make you believe that he vanished in a room when in fact, he's standing right in front of you?"
Dr Burks: "Totally. Or disguise themselves appearing in front of you as, uh, well, virtually anyone."
Doggett: "I'm sorry, Dr Burks, you're a... you're a professor of what?"
Dr Burks: "I run the Advanced Digital Imaging lab at the University of Maryland. And, um, I dabble."
Doggett: "You dabble." (to Scully) "Well, this has been... insightful." ---

Dr Burks: "It's hard to believe in something when you can't understand it." ---

Scully: "If these Siddhi hold so fast to their orthodoxy then what would cause them to break their faith?"
Dr Burks: "I don't know."
Scully: "Something human? Revenge?"---

Scully: "This is... an American chemical plant in a village in India called, uh, Vishi. It's just outside of Mumbai which is a better known to us as Bombay. About six months ago the plant inadvertently released a small cloud of methyl isocyanate gas. 118 of Vishi's mostly indigenous population were killed. But it wasn't very well reported over here. I spent all night cross-checking the, uh, victims of the disaster. And one... finally caught my attention." Now, I'd say, right here. It's an 11-year-old boy... whose father is described as being a holy man of the Chamar caste."---

Dr Burks: "But if he's out for revenge then why is he killing the people that he's killing?" ---

Doggett: "I saw her eyes. But dollars to doughnuts there wasn't anything that crawled up inside her. Now, I think we're reaching here and I don't know how to say it but maybe you're seeing things that you want to see."
Scully: "Are you questioning my integrity?"
Doggett: "No, I'm questioning the whole damn case. From your so-called expert, to the evidence you've chosen to ignore, to the fact that your approach has got us no closer to seeing a pattern or a motive or even catching this killer than we were when we started."
Scully: "I asked you to keep an open mind."
Doggett: "Yeah, well, I try to keep an open mind but it tends to shut my eyes."---

Trevor: "He was here. The little man. I saw him. He... he followed me."
Dr Burks: "Agent Scully called and said that, uh, you had arrested what might be an honest to goodness Siddhi mystic."
Doggett: "Well, Agent Scully jumped the gun on that one. The only thing extraordinary about this man is he doesn't speak... to anyone."---

Dr Burks: "The man sitting there may not be the man sitting there. No one may be there at all, in fact."
Doggett: "Not in the next ten minutes, there ain't."---

Quinton: "It's him! It's the little man!"
Scully: "Who? Trevor?"---

Doggett: "You going to be okay, Agent Scully? I got a drift of what happened in there... to you. I mean, sort of."
Scully: "I shot a young boy."
Doggett: "The good news is, you're wrong."
Scully: "But it's what I saw. With my eyes, anyway. Do you know what it's like not to be able to trust your own eyes?"
Doggett: "Then why'd you shoot him?"
Scully: "Because it's what the boy saw. And in an instant I realised that it's what Mulder would have seen or understood. Because that's just how he came at things... without judgement and without prejudice and with an open mind that I am just not capable of."
Doggett: "It's been a long night. Give yourself a break. This whole thing doesn't make any sense."
Scully: "No... it did. In some way, it did." ---