"[ Breathing Heavily ]" "Pick up!" "Pick up the phone!" "Look, I don't know what that bitch told you... but I'm solid!" "She's lying to you." "Check her right-hand desk drawer." "It's all there, the whole story." "Pick up, man!" "Call him off and let's talk about this, all right?" "Give me a chance to explain" "[ Footsteps ]" "[ Panting ]" "[ Moaning ]" "[ Man Panting ]" "Help me!" "Somebody wants to kill me!" "Who wants to kill you?" " He's out there!" " Whoa, whoa, whoa" "Hold it!" "Hold on!" "Don't do that, guy!" " Now you calm down" " Please, we've got to stop him!" " Who?" " He's out there!" "We have to get him before he gets me!" "Anthony!" "Take him down, take him down!" "Let me up!" "He's gonna kill me!" "Take it easy." "Relax now." "Settle down." "No!" "This isn't enough!" "[ Pounds On Door ]" "I'm not safe in here!" "Hey, buddy, you've never been safer in your life, okay?" "Just relax" "He can get me in here!" "I'll go call Social Services." "Right." "[ Pounds On Door ]" "It's not enough!" "He can get... to me!" "He" "They've identifiied it as nine millimeter pistol ammunition" "Teflon-coated armor piercing." "It's a single round." "He was shot, there's no doubt about that." "So I assume the million dollar question is, ""How?"" "Yeah." "Well, what do we know about the victim?" "Carlton Chase, age 39, well-to-do realtor, single... lived in the area all his life." "Nothing but parking tickets on his record." "Came tearing in here last night... saying someone was going to kill him." "He was right." "Except I don't see any bullet holes in the walls." "Well, the round looks to have entered... through the top of his head." "Agents." "Thanks for coming down so quick." " Al Triguero." "John Doggett." "Nice to meet you." "Agent Scully." " Agent." " Hi." "I'd appreciate any help you can give us." "We got this much... fiigured out so far." "Bullet came through the air vent." "Yeah, that's how it's looking." "There's a little burr on this louver right here... where the bullet passed through." "You can barely see it, but it's there." "So, I'm thinking... this is where the killer hid." "He somehow crawled into this ventilation system, and from here... he had a clear line of sight to shoot Chase below." "Did anyone hear a gunshot?" "Seems pretty likely you'd hear one." "Even with a silencer, it's going to echo through the ductwork." "What's directly above this?" "I don't understand." "How could someone make that shot... from here?" "They didn't make it from here." "Can I use your pencil?" "Sure." "Captain, we're going to need... your crime scene investigators up here." "You got it." "So, lucky shot?" "Very." "But this victim here stated that he was going to be killed... just moments before he was shot." "Which doesn't sound lucky at all." "Guess I can't argue with that." "What you got there?" "The old Godfather trick." "Wrap a towel around a pistol to muffle the sound." "The killer was up here, all right." "So how in the hell did he make that shot?" "Well, there's thermal imaging technology... which can pick up body heat... through walls." "Maybe that's... what allowed him to aim." "We fiield-tested that in the Marines." "It weighs close to 90 pounds... and has to be cooled with liquid nitrogen." "I can't quite see somebody lugging it up that ladder we just climbed." "Either way, the rooftop... of a police station?" "That's a pretty ballsy place for a hit." "[ Chase On Answering Machine ] Pick up!" "Pick up the phone!" "Look, I don't know what that bitch told you... but I'm solid!" "She's lying to you." "Check her right-hand desk drawer." "It's all there, the whole story." "[ Man ] What are you doing?" "My, um..." "printer cable is loose." "And that's more important than coffee?" "Any messages?" "No." "Well, the light's blinking." "Looks like a message to me." "You going to play it or what?" "Stupid ain't cute, Tammi." "I don't care what your mama says." "[ Man On Answering Machine ] Yeah, uh..." "I got, like, rats... again." "I need you to get them all... this time." "1806 Brook Valley Turnpike... last name Allesandry." "You've been here before." "Dwight?" "Yeah, I got it." "No, uh... did you hear the news this morning?" "Carlton Chase?" "Well..." "I-I just thought it was pretty scary news." "Try and get Randall on the phone." "[ Door Slams ]" "[ Door Opens ]" "Randall?" "Your brother wants to see you." "[ Door Closes ]" "[ Loud Thud ]" "Randall?" "You avoiding me?" "Tammi told you I wanted to talk to you, right?" "You want to tell me what happened last night?" "Look, Randall, I'm not mad at you necessarily." "But I need to know exactly what happened." "Look, anytime you decide to do something... without telling me fiirst... you could get us both into trouble." "I saw him stealing." "Carlton stealing from me?" "Yeah." "He was skimming." "So where's the money that he was skimming?" "You see, the thing of it is, Randall... you get the money, then you do your thing." "It's a simple equation." "That's what I'm talking about... when I say you need to talk to me fiirst!" "It'll probably be okay." "But in the future... let's keep the communication lines open." "One hand talks to the other, right?" "Here, I brought you a sandwich." "Meat loaf the way you like it." "Go ahead, take it." "It's got mayonnaise and ketchup." "We going out tonight?" "Police station's less than a mile from here." "Chase ran it on foot." "He says that somebody was after him." "This is probably where it all started." "Huh." "What's that?" "Chase did a lot of business with an exterminating company... called AAA-1 Surekill." "Six jobs in one month." "Well, I know... that's a requirement of selling a house." "Agent." "It's a .45." "The bullet that killed Chase... at the police station was a nine millimeter." "You know, Elvis used to do this to his hotel rooms." "I think Carlton Chase did this." "So who was he shooting at?" "If it was someone in this room, he damn sure would've hit them." "Unless it was someone outside." "I got three keys." "You got the cash?" "What's this look like?" "Who the" "Evening." "What?" "You lost?" "Nope." "I think this must be the place." "What, you a cop?" "Oh, hell, no." "No, your secret's safe with me, fellas." "But, uh..." "I will be taking that money off your hands." "And the dope." "Oh, you're funny." "Now, you know what?" "Chris Rock is funny." "And you?" "You're just dead." "Yeah, cap his ass." "Bang." "[ Muffled Gunshot ]" "Bam." "Bang." "[ Door Opens ]" "The fiifth." "Yeah, I got it." "Nine millimeter" "Sulfuric" "No, I don't need you to spell it." "All right, thanks." "So which kind of shooting was this:" "lucky, coincidental or some third alternative?" "Well, it's precision marksmanship, that's for sure." "These holes line up perfectly... with the three victims behind there." "which tells me that the shooter was standing... right here behind this wall." "And consequently wouldn't be able to see... what the hell he's aiming at." "Unless he could see." "The light our eyes can register is only one small portion... of the electromagnetic spectrum." "Other wavelengths... from infrared to gamma, have other properties." "X rays, for instance, can pass through solid objects." "Walls, for example." "So you're saying this guy used some kind of x-ray machine." "Wait, you're not saying this guy has x-ray vision?" "I'm remarking that these... wavelengths exist... and that the only thing that is stopping us from seeing them... if you will, is the biochemical structure of our eyes." "I'm conjecturing... that if this structure were somehow different... we'd have the ability to see things that we don't." "Call in Clark Kent." "Okay, so you explain it." "Well, I can't... so I'm sticking with what I do know." "Which is?" "That this was a drug rip-off." "Furthermore, it's the fiifth drug rip-off... in this area in the past two months." "Somebody's making a living capping local drug dealers." "And how does a dead real estate agent fiigure into that?" "Well, that I don't know yet." "But I did fiind out one more thing:" "sulfuryl fluoride." "You got a moment to see me in my offiice?" "Dwight, I need to get this to the bank." "It can wait." "[ Door Opens ]" "Can't you tell your brother... to get some lunch or something at least?" "He's practically right outside the door." "I'll keep the noise level down if you will." "I just feel like he's always watching me." "Well, how's he watching you now?" "[ Door Shuts ]" "Hello?" "Anybody here?" "Yeah." "Agents Doggett... and Scully, FBI." "Dwight Cooper." "What can I do for you?" "Mr. Cooper, do you recognize these?" "Well, I don't recognize much of anything... except shapes." "Tammi!" "Come look at this for me." "I got bad peepers-- legally blind since birth." "This look familiar?" "They're ours." "Last month's billings for Mr. Chase." "Oh." "Carlton." "He was one of my best clients." "I sent him a ham every Christmas... till he fiinally told me he was a Jew." "[ Laughs ]" "He's a nice guy." "We found some evidence at a crime scene." "A piece of fabric on which we found... traces of a chemical-- sulfuryl fluoride." "It's an insecticide used only by licensed exterminators." "Yeah, it's good stuff." "We use it... along with about 200 other outfiits in central Mass." "You've done time, haven't you?" "Yeah, a long time ago." "Now my brother and I are actually members... of the Worcester Chamber of Commerce... if you can believe that one." "[ Chuckles ]" "Anything else?" "Yeah." "Why did Carlton Chase call this offiice... 14 minutes before he was murdered?" "[ Scully ] 8:34 p.m." "We found a call to your offiice... billed on Mr. Chase's calling card." "It was made from a pay phone... not far from where he was murdered." "Wow." "I don't know what to tell you." "We're all gone home by that time... and there wasn't any message on our machine." "All right." "We'll be in touch if we have any further questions." "Tammi." "What do you know about that?" "About Carlton calling here?" "Well, he" "I guess he must've left a message." "What did it say?" "I didn't hear it." "I was reaching for the play button... and I hit the erase button by mistake." "I should've told you." "I was just afraid... that I lost us some business maybe." "Come here, baby." "You know, I can't see worth a damn." "I just want to have a look at your eyes." "The eyes are the windows of the soul." "They tell you everything you need... to know about a person." "So tell me... are you lying?" "[ Faltering ] No, Dwight." "That's all I needed to know." "[ Scully ] Dwight Cooper, arrested in 1986... for grand theft auto." "Right." "How does a legally blind guy steal a car?" "Well, I assume that he had a partner who did the driving." "The brother he mentioned..." "Randall Cooper." "They were arrested together." "Although Randall apparently didn't serve much time." "They share the same birthday." "They're twins." "I hate twins." "Twins never rat each other out." "Well, maybe there's someone in that offiice who will." "Hey, Tammi." "You're here early." "You know you accidentally left your car running?" "You must have been in a real hurry to get in here... and make the coffee." "What you got there?" "Can I see?" "Dwight Cooper." "FBI." "Dwight Cooper, warrant to search." "Have someone... read it to you." "What the hell... are you looking for?" "Evidence related to the murder... of Carlton Chase, et al." "What's in the box?" "You got me." "What's the combination?" "I don't remember." "So much for the easy way." "You owe me for that." "I run a clean business here." "You're not going to fiind anything... that's going to say otherwise." "I wouldn't be so sure." "Can you explain these, Mr. Cooper?" "So, Mr. Cooper, you want to tell me about these invoices?" "Okay, Randall... let's talk about your exterminating company." "It's just the three of you, right?" "You and your brother and Tammi Peyton?" "So, how is it... that your little company billed over $700,000 to Chase Realty... last year?" "$700,000." "That's a lot of dead rats." "I think... that you and your brother and Carlton Chase... were in a whole other business together." "Man, I got to get into the bug business." "I had no idea... you could make so much dough... killing things that creep around behind walls." "You are quite the entrepreneur." "I'm just a regular Joe, providing a public service." "Randall?" "I'm just a regular Joe providing a public service." "Is that what your brother just said to Agent Doggett?" "You know why I said that, don't you?" "Because somehow... you can see through that wall." "You can see your brother behind me... and you can read his lips." "I don't know what gives you the ability... but I know how you use it." "You shoot drug dealers... from places where they can't see you... and then you... and Dwight rob them." "That's how you make all that money, isn't it?" "No." "We're exterminators." "Yeah." "You certainly are." "And talking to you now..." "I think that the whole thing is Dwight's idea." "It's time to be your own man, Randall." "It's time to think for yourself." "You tell them anything?" "No." "I said what you said." "Well, we got a problem." "It needs to be taken care of." "I just keep the books." "You keep the books... on a whole lot of blood money... going through that offiice." "We're supposed to believe... you didn't know what was going on?" "The drug rip-offs, the murders?" "I didn't know about any of that." "Dwight doesn't tell me anything." "I just book the cash receipts." "I don't ask where they're from." "I know not to ask." "Look, here's where I get confused... and I'm hoping that you can help me out." "Carlton Chase." "We think Chase... was Dwight's fence." "He sold the drugs your boss stole." "Together, they had a good thing going." "So why, then, was Chase killed?" "It seems like bad business." "Unless the reason wasn't business." "Unless it was personal." "Am I under arrest?" "[ Deep Sigh ]" "Tammi Peyton's phone records." "Found something interesting." "Calls to Carlton Chase." "All of them late night." "What do you want to bet... they weren't discussing escrow accounts?" "[ Scully ] So Dwight Cooper learns that something's going on... between his girlfriend and Carlton Chase." "And he kills him." "Or he orders him killed... assuming Randall's the triggerman." "[ Scully ] Maybe not." "[ Doggett ] What do you mean?" "[ Scully ] Maybe Dwight's not the one who's jealous." "I know it was you." "I still need help, Randall." "I've made a reservation for the 3 o'clock Bus go wait for me." "It's right over there, the Big Sky Express." "I'll be back right after I get the money." "I know you took that book to protect me from Dwight." "I need my book, Randall." "I can't get my money without it." "[ Gasps ]" "I'll be back in a half an hour, okay?" "I'll meet you by the bus." "Randall" "Well, you know I'm coming back." "You saved me from Carlton." "I owe you." "Randall." "I'll meet you by the bus." "Clothes are gone." "Tammi left in a hurry." "Maybe she thought someone was after her." "Someone's after you, you don't pack." "You leave with what you're wearing." "You think she planned to go?" "I do." "The question is, where?" "Who are you calling?" "Whoever Tammi called last." "Welcome to Concordia Bus Lines." "Our menu options have changed." "For reservations, press one." " Tammi." " Dwight!" "Is this what you had in your little secret box?" "Hmm?" "A safety-deposit key." "Looks like you had a lot of my money in there." "Dwight." "Shut up and drive." "Drive!" "So this is how you did it, hmm?" "You kept two sets of books." "Huh." "You've been ripping me off for months." "There's a hundred thousand dollars difference here." "That's why you were in such a hurry the other morning." " Dwight." " Shut up!" "Randall should've killed you, not Chase." "Or maybe you and Carlton were working together?" "It wasn't like that." "When Carlton found out about the money, he blackmailed me." "He made me... do things." "Oh, I bet you put up a big flight." "Wait a minute." "If Carlton wasn't stealing from me... then why did Randall kill him?" "Dwight, you don't understand." "No, no, no." "I do understand." "My brother was sweet on you." "He killed Carlton because he knew... what was going on between the two of you." "No!" "Where the hell you been?" "Hmm?" "I got something for you to do." "[Tammi Whimpers ]" "Randall, get over here!" "Dwight." "No." "Take it." "She ripped us off, Randall... and you knew it." "No, Randall" "What did you think?" "That the two of you... were going to run off into the sunset together?" "She used you." "Look at me, Randall." "I'm the one who loves you, not her." "Not anybody else." "Because we're blood." "That's thicker than anything." "I'm going to walk away now... and I'm going to think hard about how I can forgive you." "You know what you got to do." "Randall." "You're not going to do this." "[Whimpering ]" "Randall, please." "I was coming back for you." "No, you weren't." "Randall!" "No!" "[ Gunshot ]" "[ Doggett ] Agent." "Has he said anything?" "Well, a county D.A. came in... and he declined representation." "Aside from that, he's been uncommunicative." "APB on Tammi Peyton's a wash so far." "The Bureau in Montana's on alert." "He watched her every day... wherever she was." "A man who can look at anything in the world... and he chooses her." "He must've seen something in her she couldn't see in herself." "Well, if you're suggesting he could see into her heart, Agent..." "I think we're out of FBI territory on this one." "I'll be out front." "[Child ] I made this!" "[Child ] I made this!"