"Here, let me do it." "Put your number in, then your card." "What's your number, Roland?" "Three fifteen." "See how easy it is?" "Engine efficiency?" " Ninety-four percent." " We need more." "How's the back pressure holding?" "What do you think?" "It's climbing." "Increase the blade inclination." "I said..." "The inclination of the blade is pi over nine." "We've reached maximum velocity." "No!" "Let it go!" "It will work." "It will destroy itself!" "I'm not going to do that." "It's not going to destroy itself." "Come on!" "We're almost there!" "Our equations are wrong." " What happened?" " Nothing." "He pulled the plug." "I'm just protecting the baby..." "and four years of work." "Four years that add up to zilch." "Unless we show some progress... they're going to pull the plug on us, Ron." "You should have continued with the test." "Somebody's going to crack Mach 15... and I want it to be us." "I won't jeopardize everything because you two... can't wait to see your name in print." "It's print that gets the money, Ron." "Go down in flames together." "Fine, go ahead." "I'm going to do the math." "Good night, Dr. Keats." "What the hell?" "Roland." "Open the door." "Open the door!" "Roland, I want you to listen to me very carefully." "We have to open this door, Roland." "Stop typing!" "Roland!" "Roland, open the door!" "What are you doing?" "!" "Open the door!" "Roland, hit escape." "Are you listening?" "(screaming)" "(splat)" "How was the wedding?" "The part where the groom passed out... or the dog bit the drummer?" "Did you catch the bouquet?" "Maybe." "Is that what you couldn't talk about over the phone?" "The project everyone says doesn't exist does exist." "The Icarus project?" "The next generation in jet engine design." "Capable of doubling current supersonic speeds... using half the fuel, at least, in theory." "And Ronald Surnow was an aeronautical scientist... who worked on it here at the university." " Yes." " How close are they?" "I'm not sure, but Surnow's the second team scientist... to die in six months." "But how is this an X file?" "Mulder, you don't think... this has anything to do with U.F.O. Technology?" "There's something unexplainable, Scully... but it's not unidentifiable." " Keats?" " There." "Dr. Keats?" "We're with the F.B.I." "I'm Agent Mulder." "This is Agent Scully." "We understand you discovered Dr. Surnow this morning." "What was left of him." "How do you suppose he became trapped in the wind tunnel?" "Someone must have shut him in." "By computer?" "We've already been through this with the police." "Another member of your team died recently... isn't that correct?" "Yes." "Arthur Grable." "He was killed in an automobile accident in November." "I'm Frank Nollette." "I'm also on the project." "Are you certain it was an accident?" "What are you driving at?" "Your work seems to be... a perfect target for industrial espionage." "Who wrote this?" "Ron was working on it when I left." "The handwriting here... doesn't match other handwriting on the board." "It isn't mine." "What about Roland Fuller?" "Uh..." "Roland's the, uh... janitor." "According to the police... he was the only other person here." "Roland didn't do that." "How do you know?" "Let's just say Roland isn't exactly a rocket scientist." "Here." "Tracy." " (giggles)" " With stars." "Woman:" "Roland." "There are some people here to talk with you." "Uh-oh." "I went off the paper." "Sorry." "That's all right, Roland." "Tracy?" "Would you help me in the TV room?" "Okay." "Hi, Roland." "Mind if we sit down?" "Thanks." "Mind if we ask you a couple questions?" "Do you remember working last night?" "Uh-huh." "Do you remember seeing anything unusual?" "Seeing any strangers?" "Did Dr. Surnow or Dr. Keats or Dr. Nollette... do anything unusual?" "Nope." "You must like stars." "One hundred and forty-seven." "Sorry?" "Stars." "You like numbers, too, huh?" "Roland, let me help you." "One, two, three... four, five... six, seven, eight..." "Roland?" "Is everything okay?" "Roland, are you all right?" "Eleven... twelve, thirteen..." "What happened?" "What did you say to upset him so?" "Sixteen, seventeen..." "It's definitely the work of a fourth individual." "Surnow's, Keats' and Nollette's cursive standards... don't match what you found on the white board." "Will you do me a favor and try this?" "What is it?" "Something Roland doodled at the home." "You don't really think Roland..." "He was the only other person in the lab." "Yes, but we're talking... about a sophisticated fluid dynamics equation." "Roland barely has an I.Q. Of 70." "You saw his facility with mathematics." "Some autistic individuals display unusual abilities." "Yes, but even savants... behave only as human calculators." "They can perform certain functions... but they can't tell the value of anything... or the meaning of a number." "I hate to take sides, but the bottom line is no." "The terminal stroke on the six, the roof on the five..." "I'm sorry." "He didn't write it." "(gasping)" "(grunting)" "(loud music from earphones)" "(beeping)" "(door clicks)" "(screaming)" "(shattering)" "(crunching)" "(typing)" "Scully:" "An organic object, exposed to liquid nitrogen... will become frozen... exhibiting great tensile strength... but is vulnerable to stress from compression or impact." "Now, I've seen this demonstrated on a fish before..." "I don't think they'll be performing... this experiment on Beakman's World." "Has this been dusted?" "Treat yourself." "Thanks." "Hey, Scully, look at these files." "KMAN must be Keats." "His file was turned off at 12:31 last night." "Scully:" "But look." "Someone else entered a file... under the name Arthur, after 12:31." "And worked on it for nearly five hours." "Well, it couldn't have been Keats." "Judging from the rigor of the body... he was dead around 12:30." "You're saying someone came in here, killed Keats... and worked on an old Grable file?" "I can't access the Arthur file." "We're going to need the password." "Try 15626." "How did you know that that was...?" "This is Arthur Grable's work... on the same fluid dynamics equations... the others were working on." "Look at all those entries." "Someone has been continuing his work since he died." "How did you know what the password was?" "Woman:" "Wave good-bye." "Wave good-bye." "(child crying)" "Say good-bye." "Bye-bye." "Wave good-bye." "(door opening)" "Roland?" "Why did you sleep in your clothes?" "Well, let's get you dressed." "You have visitors." "I'm not supposed to talk to them." "Who told you that?" "Remember that talk we had about being shy?" "These are nice people, Roland." "Hey, Roland, you have more shirts than I do." "I think this one would look stylin' today." "What do you think?" " The green one." " Green one?" "Please." "Mrs. Stodie... can I talk to you a second?" "See you later, Roland." "This one?" "Here you go." "So you like your job at the college, Roland?" "Yes." "I hear you're very good at it." "Do you remember how you got your job?" "A man talked to Mrs. Stodie." "What man?" "Dr. Grable." "Was Dr. Grable nice to you?" "Yes." "When was the last time you spoke to him?" "Last week?" "Day before?" "Dr. Grable died." "I'm sorry." "Yes." "People die." "They go away... and they're not supposed to come back." "Has Roland ever mentioned the name Arthur?" "That was Dr. Grable's first name... but we only called him Dr. Grable." "I doubt Roland even knew his first name was Arthur." "Scully:" "Mrs. Stodie, can I get a copy... of Roland's file and past history?" "Our histories are confidential." "I understand... but I have grounds to obtain them." "The less time we spend in court... the more time we have to help Roland." "Roland Fuller was hired by Arthur Grable." "He went to the halfway house... specifically to find a mentally challenged person." "Are you suggesting..." "Arthur Grable hired Roland to use him?" "Are you suggesting Arthur Grable is not dead?" "If he had intentions of killing Nollette, Keats, and Surnow... why not set it up to appear the least likely suspect?" "Yeah, but by the look of this, he's hamburger." "Maybe he staged it." "That would explain why his work is continuing on... six months after his death." "This obituary says Arthur Grable was born in Seattle." "His father was a big banker." "His mother was active in a number of charities." "Only child." "Summa cum laude in physics." "Doctoral and postdoctoral... in aeronautical engineering at Harvey Mudd." "Brilliant future, tragically cut short." "Roland's also from Seattle." "He spent most of his life at the Heritage Halfway House." "The identity of his parents has been sealed." "There's no information on Roland before age three... when he was put in the program." "Does it say when he was born?" "July 15, 1952." "That's also Arthur's birth date." "Don't you wish you could fly?" "I can." "When I dream." "People can do anything in a dream, you know." "Once, one time, I had a dream we were married... and lived in a house." "Do you have dreams, Roland?" "You can tell me." "Roland?" "Who's Arthur?" "I'm sorry, Roland." "I'm sorry." "Roland?" "Roland?" "Go away!" "Roland, what's the matter?" "Go away!" "I don't want to hurt you!" "Go away!" "Go away." "Mulder:" "Is that you?" "Nollette:" "Yes." "What's the story here?" "(sighs)" "Um... a quantum physics professor of mine... at Harvey Mudd flunked me." "He challenged the tenets of one of my theories... a theory I later published in Nature." "Anyway, to get back at him... one afternoon, we decided to take his car apart... and put it back together again in his office... and left it running." "An egghead classic." "It was Grable's idea." "Scully:" "Is that Grable on the chair?" "Yeah." "Was he a practical joker?" "Atop of all his brilliance... he had a genius for executing elaborate schemes." "Could he be making it seem like a man with a 70 I.Q.... is gaining access to and operating... his old computer files?" "Arthur would still have to be alive." "Could he have faked his own death?" "No." "The police report on the auto accident... that killed Grable is woefully incomplete." "A dry road surface, no mechanical problems found." "The body was never admitted to a county morgue... and there was no funeral." "If you are trying to suggest... that Arthur Grable killed Surnow and Keats... and is after me next, you're way off." "Art could not have done the murders." "How can you be so certain?" "Man:" "This is Arthur Grable." "Because of the massive internal damage to his body... caused by the car accident, we could only preserve the head." "Wouldn't your client find it inconvenient... to be thawed out, only to discover... he had no functional mobility?" "We believe that, by the time science figures a way... to revive our clients..." "You'll also know how to clone new bodies." "Exactly." "This technology is progressing faster... than anyone thought possible." "Ask anyone here at the university." "So, while for us, the passing of each second... brings our bodies closer to death... for our clients, it brings them closer to life." "These fluctuations in temperature..." "Do they happen often?" "No." "We've had some problems with this capsule." "Our technicians have checked it... but they've found nothing." "Could the brain cause the fluctuations?" "No, but we are looking for the explanation." "The patient's in no danger." "He remains perfectly preserved... as long as there's liquid nitrogen in the capsule." "May we take a look at Arthur Grable's records?" "Thank you." "Dr. Barrington... in the future, what requirements will exist... to be an organ or tissue donor?" "Same requirements as there are today." "Compatible genetic makeup." "It's best if the donor's related." "Mulder..." "Arthur Grable put down only one donor." "Mulder:" "Roland Fuller and Arthur Grable had the same birthday." "I think they're twins." "Older or younger?" "Same age... just less hairy and with better eyesight." "And the moustache?" "Scully:" "No." "Lose the whole beard." "Next?" "Close-cropped hair... with a slightly receding widow's peak." "Lose the glasses." "That's Roland." "Give or take a few pounds." "Tell me about your dreams, Roland." "It's all right." "I won't tell anybody." "You know, I had a dream last night." "I dreamt I was swimming in this pool... and I could see my father underwater... but when I dove down, the water stung my eyes." "Then there was another man at the pool, watching me." "He upset me." "He was asking me questions I didn't want to answer... and I had to leave." "I couldn't find my father." "I can't tell you my dreams." "Why not?" "Bad." "Your dreams are bad, Roland... not you." "You're a good person." "I hit Tracy." "Your dreams make you hit Tracy?" "You know how to work this toy, Roland?" "Here." "You see, the way you work that toy... is like what's happening to you." "You're the spaceship, Roland... and your dreams are the controls." "Who?" "Who runs the controls?" "Have you seen this man recently?" "Woman:" "We have to say bye-bye to Roland." "(screaming)" "Roland." "Roland!" "Roland, stop." "Roland!" "Roland!" "Roland?" "We need to keep Roland under observation." "Roland?" "(glass breaking)" "He's trying to get away." "Roland!" "Roland!" "Nollette's gone." "We should arrange a security guard to find him." "No one's going to provide you with anything... once you explain your theory... on how Roland Fuller is capable of these murders." "You've got a brother, don't you, Scully?" "Yeah, two." "Have you ever thought about calling one of them... and then all of a sudden, the phone rings... and it's one of them calling you?" "Does this pitch end... with a way for me to lower my long distance charges?" "Evidence suggests psychic connections... are stronger between family members." "Particularly between twins that shared the same womb." "Okay, but in this case... one sibling has closer ties to a frozen Fudgsicle... than to his own brother." "Arthur Grable is not dead." "He's in a state of consciousness... that no human has ever returned from." "What if that state allows one to develop psychic ability... beyond the potential of the conscious mind?" "He could use that ability to control his brother... to kill those scientists." "But why would he kill his colleagues?" "That's a question only Dr. Nollette can answer." "Okay, let's go." "I have to call my brother." "Mulder:" "We've got to find Nollette." "Scully:" "Let's talk to campus security." "We go this way?" "No, we go left." "Well, wherever you are, Arthur..." "I'm sure you'll appreciate this." "Arthur and Roland Grable." "Born at Puget Presbyterian to Mr. And Mrs. Lewis Grable... on July 15, 1952." "Arthur was four minutes older than Roland." "Identical twins." "Which means they're the result of a single egg... fertilized by a single sperm." "I've read studies... which suggest that, in some cases... the identical twin arises very early in the embryonic stage... when a mutation in one cell is rejected by the other cells... as foreign." "So Roland's condition is the result of... a damaged chromosome rejected by one of Arthur's cells?" "In a way, that would explain Arthur's genius... and Roland's strange mathematical gift." "In a way." "(phone rings)" "Agent Scully." "This is Larry Barrington at the Avalon Foundation." "We've got a situation here." "Uh-huh." "Last night, we had a break-in at the facility." "That's right." "It's Arthur Grable's storage unit." "His internal thermostat's been compromised." "Well, is there any tissue damage?" "We're trying to assess that now." "The temperature's still rising." "Something's blocking our access to the cooling program." "Someone tampered with Arthur Grable's capsule." "They're attempting to stabilize it now." "Nollette." "What?" "What is it?" "(alarm ringing)" "If I have seen further than other men... it's because I have stood on the shoulders of giants." "No." "This isn't yours." "It's amazing." "There's this body sitting there... in front of me talking... but you're controlling it, Arthur." "You took my work." "(snickers)" "What good was your work going to do you?" "You died before you could finish it... before you could publish it." "It was mine!" "And a brilliant piece of work too." "When I saw the writing on the white board..." "I knew someone had found the key." "Mach 15 was within our reach." "Our futures were guaranteed." "Ironic, isn't it?" "You did all the work... and I get all the glory." "No!" "Yes." "Yes, Arthur." "I was here working on the intake problem... moments away from a solution when you attacked me." "Fortunately, I was carrying a gun." "After the murder of my colleagues, who could blame me?" "No." "Oh, that's interesting." "(laughs:) I've got it." "That's it." "I've got it!" "(groans)" "Arthur!" "Arthur, open the door!" "Arthur!" "Arthur, how do you stop this?" "!" "Tell me how!" "Arthur!" "Wait!" "Roland, we need you to help us." "Please, we need you to help us... to stop the machine." "(child crying)" "Try to remember how." "Roland, you've got to help him or he'll die." "Wave good-bye, Arthur." "(screaming)" "Mulder:" "Come on, Roland." "Roland:" "I can't remember..." "(yells)" "Scully:" "He'll be held in... psychiatric custody for evaluation." "Is he being charged with a crime?" "The D.A. Hasn't made that determination yet." "But we've recommended that he be remanded to your custody... as soon as the court deems it appropriate." "How could this happen?" "Roland never exhibited any violent tendencies." "It's my belief that he wasn't acting under his own volition." "What do you mean?" "This is the work of Arthur Grable, Roland's brother." "It's a new theory of jet propulsion... unfinished at the time of his death." "In the last two weeks Roland has... completed the calculations." "How?" "We're not sure, Mrs. Stodie." "All we know is that Roland... was somehow able to finish his brother's research." "Roland?" "Where are you going?" "Roland, don't go." "I have to." "Okay." "Bye." "Tracy... wait." "Keep my stars." "I love you." "Me too."