"Mmm-mmm, yes." "Love you." "I love you." "Hello." "Good morning, sir." "Ah, good morning." "Good morning, Cecil." "Top of the morning to you." "Thank you." "Good-bye, darling." "Woman:" "Good-bye, Charles." "What time can I expect you?" "Before supper." "(screaming)" "Man:" "Put it out!" "Put it out!" "I forgot what it's like to spend a day in court." "That's one of the luxuries to hunting down aliens and genetic mutants." "You rarely get to press charges." "It's opened." "What?" "It's unlocked." "That's weird." "I'm sure I locked it." "Must be an X-File." "(chuckling)" "What's that?" "I told you I locked the door." "What do you think it is?" "Ten to one you can't dance to it." "Woman:" "Greetings, Agent Mulder." "Six months ago, British Minister of Parliament Reggie Ellicott received an audiocassette, much like the one you're listening to now." "Unfortunately, when he popped the tape into the car stereo he armed a device which, when he tried to exit the car created an explosion which was heard five miles away." "The Scotland Yard forensic team could only identify the poor bastard by his dental records." "If only he hadn't reached for the door handle and triggered the detonator." "But then how was he to know he was sitting on enough plastique explosive to lift the car 40 feet in the air and deposit the engine block on top of a three-story building?" "(gasps)" "(gasps)" "Aren't we looking rather ghostly?" "It's an old friend." "Aren't you going to thank me?" "For what?" "Saving your life." "One tends not to make the same mistake twice." "I'll try to remember that." "Oh, come on." "Don't tell me you left your sense of humor in Oxford ten years ago." "No." "Actually, it's one of the few things you didn't drive a stake through." "Some mistakes are quite worth making twice." "Dana Scully, this is Phoebe Greene." "The terror of Scotland Yard." "Hello." "Hello." "She hates me." "What brings you to the colonies?" "Some clever bloke has been giving the aristocracy a good scare." "Killed off a ranking member of Parliament or three." "Set Windsor Castle ablaze in '92." "Your car bomber?" "No." "This one likes to burn his victims alive." "Can't figure out how he does it." "Not a crumb of evidence at the crime scene." "The last one died in his front garden." "His poor young wife watching helplessly as he went up in smoke." "The Irish Republican Army?" "Our suspect likes to send love letters to his victims' wives." "Sent one to the wife of Sir Malcolm Marsden a month ago." "Three days later he narrowly escaped a fire in his garage." "Burned to the ground." "So they're renting a place out on Cape Cod." "Bringing the family to the States for an extended holiday or until we catch the dirty bugger." "He's that determined?" "Judging by his success, he takes certain delight in his work." "So what brings you on this detour to Washington, D.C., Inspector?" "I figured my friend, Mulder couldn't resist a three-pipe problem." "I'll run it by our arson specialist." "Splendid." "I'll call London." "Let them know." "Oh, good-bye." "Three-pipe problem?" "That's from Sherlock Holmes." "It's a private joke." "How private?" "Um... we knew each other in school in England." "She was brilliant and I got in over my head and paid the price." "Mulder, you just keep unfolding like a flower." "That was over ten years ago, Scully." "Yeah, I noticed how you couldn't drop everything fast enough in order to help her out." "I was merely extending her a professional courtesy." "Oh, is that what you were extending?" "I'm going to run this by the arson guys and then she's on her own." "Something tells me you're not going to get rid of her that easily." "Beautiful." "Oh, just beautiful." "Look at that." "Salmon red flames." "This is 1,400-1,500 degrees." "This is a work of art." "Was there any kind of incendiary device used?" "Yes, actually, the victim's body." "Spontaneous combustion?" "He was murdered however, we've turned up no evidence that tells us how the body caught fire." "That's peculiar." "People don't normally just catch on fire." "I mean, we burn, but we don't conduct that well." "There's usually some extraneous fuel involved like candle wax, gasoline..." "Something flammable and incendiary that adheres to the skin." "Like an accelerant." "Like an accelerant." "Yes." "We've found nothing save for a dusting of magnesium." "That's aliphatic pyrolysis." "It's a residue from an exothermic reaction." "But there's no evidence of the source." "No pour pattern or ignition devices." "There have been some arson fires in Seattle and Pennsylvania." "It burns so hot that the firemen can't put them out. 7,000 degrees." "Hosing that down makes it worse." "How's that?" "The reaction is so intense that it splits the water into hydrogen and oxygen." "It just adds fuel to the fire." "What were they using?" "We don't know for sure." "It could be rocket fuel." "It burns so hot and clean there's never a trace left." "It's very difficult to prove arson." "It's driving the insurance companies nuts." "It's about the only explanation that I can give you." "There have been cases of pyrokinetics." "People who can control and conduct fire." "Well, I've seen fire bend around corners." "Seen it bounce like a rubber ball." "Fire has got a certain genius, you know." "A certain demon poetry." "It's like it's got a mind of its own." "But I've never seen one that can defy the laws of physics not when you figure it out." "You've, uh... got quite a case for yourself here, Mulder." "I almost wish I could be in your shoes." "(car approaching)" "Hey, Jackson." "Boy, that's a nice house." "What a pleasant surprise." "Welcome to America, Sir Malcolm." "Man:" "From the top there, hand them down." "Marsden:" "Thank you." "I'm delighted to be here." "Where's the dog?" "Darling, you happy?" "You like the house?" "TakeJackson, yes." "(chattering)" "(Jackson barking)" "Right there." "In here, please." "Thank you." "And over there as well." "But the second one, I want upstairs." "Gentlemen, the second set of boxes will go up the stairs." "Thank you very much." "Hello there." "Hello." "I'm Bob, the caretaker." "We've been exchanging letters." "Oh, good heavens, yes, of course." "Excuse the paint." "Hi." "Just trying to spruce the place up for you." "It's delightful." "The photos don't do it justice." "Anything I can do for you, anything at all you just holler." "Thank you, Bob." "Thanks." "Seems like a rather nice fellow, don't you think?" "Very." "My God, darling, that painting rather looks like you." "Don't you think?" "Oh, I don't know." "I've never been good at this." "(Jackson whimpering)" "(yelps, barks)" "Bloody little cur." "I'll skin you alive." "You see?" "I'm the caretaker now." "So, Sherlock, is the game afoot?" "I'm afraid so, Watson." "But you're off the hook on this one." "What do you mean?" "I'm not going to put you through this." "Put me through what?" "Phoebe's little mind game." "What are you talking about?" "There's something else" "I haven't told you about myself, Scully." "(sighs)" "I hate fire." "Hate it." "Scared to death of it." "(sighs)" "When I was a kid my best friend's house burned down." "Had to spend the night in the rubble to keep away looters." "For years I had nightmares about being trapped in a burning building." "Wait." "Phoebe knows about this?" "This is classic Phoebe Greene, mind game player extraordinaire." "Ten years it's taken me to forget her and she shows up with this case." "She shows up knowing the power she has over you and then makes you walk through fire?" "Phoebe is fire." "Mulder, are you sure you don't want me to help you out?" "Sooner or later, a man's got to face his demons." "(coughing)" "(coughing)" "Hello." "You're the Marsdens' driver?" "Who's that?" "Bob." "Caretaker." "Oh." "Bum a smoke?" "Yeah, sure." "I'm going into town." "Can I get you anything?" "Yeah, some cough medicine." "Syrup or lozenges?" "Syrup would be good." "Can I give you some money?" "Appreciate that." "Beer." "They don't let you bring your own around here." "(British accent:) Well, I guess they'll just have to make an exception won't they?" "Oh, you're English." "God, I just love that accent." "Allow me." "And a gentleman to boot." "Oh, my God." "Now that is a trick." "Hey, guys." "Take a look at this." "Care for a light?" "(screaming)" "I pulled this report off the wire." "Eyewitnesses are saying that a customer in the bar caught fire." "They're looking for a body." "Any indication an accelerant was used?" "The bar's across from a fire station." "It burned to the ground before they could even respond." "It burned so hot it turned the concrete foundation into sponge cake." "This woman was in the bar." "Hello?" "Hello." "Miss Patrick?" "I'm Special Agent Mulder from the F.B.I." "This is Inspector Greene." "Can you tell us what happened in the bar last night?" "There was this guy." "I'd had a few drinks so..." "He sat next to me and he did this thing." "It was like a magic trick where he lit his finger on fire." "Next thing I turned around he was up in flames." "Can you describe him?" "Good-looking, I think." "Brownish hair." "Long hair, short hair?" "I gave the police the information." "Do you think you could work with a composite artist?" "I had a few drinks..." "Can I get your full name and address?" "See..." "I live with someone." "He thinks I was at school last night." "It's no problem." "You can come down... to the office and work with somebody there." "I'll give you a minute to think about it, okay?" "Deftly done, Agent Mulder." "Casually disregard her indiscretion." "Firm but polite manner until she accedes to cooperate." "It's a technique I refined in my relationship with you." "Oh, I see you haven't lost your sense of humor after all." "I'm sorry." "That was a cheap shot." "I don't want to dredge up the past." "Let's just stick to the case." "Let's." "Look..." "Unless I'm mistaken ten years seems sufficient time to have forgiven if not forgotten a few youthful indiscretions." "I'm cursed with a photographic memory." "Then don't you tell me that you've forgotten a certain youthful indiscretion atop Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's tombstone on a misty night in Windlesham." "Like I said, let's just stick to the case." "It occurred to me that we're going to a lot of trouble to find a description of a man who in all likelihood has been burned to a crisp." "I would agree with you, but they haven't found a body yet." "So can we count on you?" "Yeah, okay." "Thanks." "I don't know if it matters but I remembered something else about the guy who caught fire." "He had an English accent." "(coughing)" "Having a rough time, huh?" "Maybe it's the cough syrup." "Scully:" "After reviewing the files of the Scotland Yard arson murders two points remain unexplained." "One is the use of an untraceable accelerant." "The other involves the victims." "Since they all burned in the presence of family members in safe surroundings this indicates unusually intimate access to the victims by the arsonist." "The arsonist is most likely a male, less than 25 years of age." "He will often act out of impulse satisfying sexual urges or insecurities with destructive behavior which compensates for his social inadequacies or maladjustments." "You boys want to see a magic trick?" "Okay." "What's your names?" "Michael and Jimmie." "Doesn't he talk?" "Yes." "What kind of magic trick?" "Maybe I'd better not." "Show us." "You might tell your parents." "We won't." "Really?" "Promise?" "Promise." "Hope to die..." "stick a needle in your eye?" "Okay, boys." "You've taken the solemn oath that can't be broken except under penalty of death." "Watch." "Is it in there?" "No." "You're too smart for me." "Where did it go?" "Where do you think?" "I don't know." "I think I remember." "(grunting)" "Ta-da!" "Ooh!" "Do it again." "Okay, I'll do it again." "(knocking)" "Agent Beatty?" "I'm Special Agent Dana Scully." "Can I steal a minute of your time?" "Sure, I'm just working on this Mafia torch job here." "I'm working with Agent Mulder." "Oh, yeah, wild case." "So, what can I do for you?" "You mentioned that the arsonist might be using some kind of rocket fuel as an accelerant." "It still doesn't explain how he sets bodies on fire." "What if he got some of this fuel into some hand cream or..." "Well, you've got to understand even the smallest amounts of this stuff can produce temperatures over 5,000 degrees." "But I suppose it's not impossible." "Extremely diluted." "But you still have to find a way to ignite it." "Wow!" "It lit by itself!" "Come on, sit down." "So, you guys ever smoked a cigarette?" "No." "They're bad for you." "Would you like to take a puff?" "No." "Make a man out of you." "I don't want to." "Why don't you hold one for me?" "How about you, Jimmie?" "Huh, little man?" "Woman:" "Jimmie, Michael." "Hello." "Bob." "There you are." "We've had a bit of bad news." "Our driver has taken ill and we're due at a party in Boston this evening." "Is there any chance that we can impose upon you to drive the family into town?" "We would pay you for your time and put you up for the night." "I'd be happy to do it as a favor." "Thank you." "Boys, let's go." "Daddy's got lunch ready." "Jimmie, you're filthy." "Scully:" "The arsonist is usually unmarried and prone to obsessive fantasies about women or men... who are inaccessible to him." "Often the setting of fires results from his cowardice and inability to develop a natural relationship." "His crimes are often very clever and elaborately planned." "The suspicious nature of the fire last night strongly suggests the arsonist has followed Lord Marsden to the United States." "A check of recent immigration to the Northeastern area is underway." "It has become not a matter of if, but when he will strike." "Man:" "Here's that immigration data you wanted." "Thank you." "You're welcome." "Remember those reports about people who control and conduct fire..." "pyrokinetics?" "Vaguely." "I think this guy sent us a message that he's more exotic." "I should say so, if he can set himself afire." " (laughs)" " What?" "I'm just not used to someone so quick to agree with me." "What protection does the family have?" "The driver's a very capable bodyguard." "He should get additional men and limit public exposure." "They've got a party in their honor tonight in Boston." "They'll have to cancel." "Unless you wanted to set a trap." "I had thought of that." "But we must be careful and discreet." "The party's at 8:00 at the Venable Plaza." "I'll be traveling with the family so why don't you go ahead and look around?" "I've taken a room at the hotel for the night." "Thanks." "Good night." "Thank you." "(phone ringing)" "Mulder." "It's Scully." "Where are you?" "I'm in Boston." "I've got something to show you." "I'm coming up there." "What have you got?" "I might have some information on your arson suspect." "(clears throat)" "Are you there, Mulder?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Can I meet you somewhere?" "No, it's just, I'm kind of anticipating having my hands full." "Hey, we're here!" "Thank you." "Let's go inside." "Evening, sir." "Hello." "Enjoying yourself?" "There's good food, witty conversation." "I'm having the time of my life." "I wondered if you think it's safe enough to indulge ourselves in a dance?" "Doesn't look like your arsonist is going to make an appearance." "That doesn't mean there won't be any fires to put out." "I've thought about you often." "(beeping)" "There's a fire upstairs." "What?" "On the 14th floor." "That's where the children are." "You've got a fire on the 14th floor." "(alarm ringing)" "Boys:" "Help!" "Help!" "(coughing)" "Hurry up!" "Here we are." "(coughing)" "Here we are." "Got one down." "Come on, buddy." "Come on." "Here you go." "Can you walk?" "Can you get him?" "I got him." "Hold on!" "Here we are." "Mommy!" "Jimmie!" "Michael!" "Are you all right?" "You saved their lives." "Who is he?" "He's the driver." "Thanks." "Thanks." "Well done." "Good job." "Thank you." "(coughing)" "You were really out." "Where's Phoebe?" "She's down the hall." "What about the kids?" "Okay." "The doctor checked them out." "What happened to you up there?" "I panicked." "Couldn't even move, Scully." "It could have happened to anyone." "Yeah... but it happened to me." "I haired out..." "plain and simple." "What do you know about this guy that saved the kids..." "the driver?" "I checked him out prior to the Marsdens' arrival." "He's worked on the property for eight years." "No record." "His references checked out." "They were lucky he was here tonight." "Who was watching the kids?" "He was." "I could have sworn I saw him in the hall about the same time the fire broke out." "You couldn't have." "Anyway, the man we're looking for is English." "Hey." "I came to see if you were okay." "How are the kids?" "They're fine." "Everybody's anxious to get back." "To the Cape?" "They've made travel arrangements back to England for the day after tomorrow." "And you?" "I'll be leaving in a few days." "Look, I'll give you a ring back at the Bureau before I leave." "Good-bye." "You okay?" "Yeah." "You at all interested in what I came all the way up here to show you?" "Yeah." "Well, I did some checking on my own." "I didn't know a whole lot about arson or arsonists so I took the opportunity for my own edification, of course." "I ran a profile of possible incendiary fuels and accelerants that could have been used in the crimes." "I also took the liberty of running a search through Interpol of all the gardeners, manservants and domestic help that were hired by the murder victims at the time of their deaths." "And...?" "These people probably don't even tie their own shoes." "There were over 200 names and not a duplicate..." "except one." "A Cecil Lively." "He worked as a gardener for two of the victims." "And what did you find on him?" "Nothing." "So he's clean." "He was questioned by Scotland Yard and they released him, but I dug a little further." "Cecil Lively is a documented citizen of Great Britain, paid his taxes never been on the dole, a model citizen... until he died in 1971 in a London tenement fire." "I know." "That's what I thought." "So, I checked a little further." "Cecil L'Ively, spelled L apostrophe, came up again." "In fact, it came up twice..." "First, on a list of death certificates listed among a group of children who died in ritual sacrifice by a satanic cult in 1963 in the Tottingham Woods outside Bath, England." "Where else did you find it?" "You're going to love this." "On a list of recent visas issued by the British government." "Cecil L'Ively's passport was stamped by U.S. Immigration officials two weeks ago at the port of entry in Boston." "Call the local field office in Boston of the F.B.I." "And get them to fax you the composite the witness did of the man who burned down the bar." "Then get them to fax it to every local law agency." "What are you going to do?" "I'm going to try and catch Phoebe." "This guy could be waiting for them in Cape Cod." "Yes, this is Special Agent Scully." "I've been waiting on hold for you guys to fax me a composite of an arson suspect." "Right." "Hang on a second." "It's coming through." "Thanks." "Oh, my God." "It's the driver." "The cellular customer you are trying to reach is out of the area." "(clearing throat)" "Excuse me." "His name is Cecil L'Ively." "Who?" "Your arsonist." "Where's the rest of the family?" "They went outside for a walk." "Well, go find them." "We've got to get them packed and get them out of here." "Come on." "We have to hurry." "I'm sorry, children." "We have to leave right away." "Can't we stay one more day?" "Please, Mother, can't we stay one more day?" "We're having so much fun." "We're having so much fun." "(knocking)" "It's the driver." "I know." "He disappeared." "What's the matter?" "Nothing." "Um, I found this out in the garage." "Nothing." "Um, I found this out in the garage." "It's been very hard on the family." "Did you get the composite?" "Yes." "I don't believe it." "I can't believe it." "He's worked for us for over ten years." "Obviously there's been some type of mistake." "Oh." "Oh, my God!" "This isn't the driver." "It's the caretaker." "Lady Marsden:" "And he's upstairs with the children." "Michael!" "Jimmie!" "Michael?" "Michael!" "Jimmie?" "!" "Looks like we found the missing driver." "Phoebe:" "Mulder!" "In here!" "Quickly!" "What's going on?" "They just went up all by themselves!" "What about the boys?" "My God!" "Good God!" "Everybody out!" "Let's go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "I think he rigged the whole house." "Oh, no!" "It's fuel." " What?" "!" " My God!" "Go!" "Go!" "Get downstairs." "Scully, see if you can find a fire extinguisher." "Everybody else, outside." "But what about the children?" "(thudding, Jackson barking)" "I'll take care of the children." "Go!" "Will you be okay, Mulder?" "Oh, yeah." "I'll be fine." "There's no place I'd rather be." "(thudding, Jackson barking)" "Michael?" "!" "Jimmie?" "!" "You in there?" "!" "(boys yelling)" "Time to call 911." "Don't move!" "Freeze!" "Federal agent." "You won't shoot me." "Stay right where you are." "You see?" "Because you don't know that the spark from that round won't blow this whole house to kingdom come." "Back off, Scully." "It's the accelerant!" "No!" "No!" "(boys screaming)" "Michael!" "Jimmie!" "Thank God!" "(laughing)" "You can't kill me." "(laughing)" "You can't fight fire with fire." "(laughing)" "(clicking)" "Care to take me to lunch?" "Scare you?" "You have no idea." "Where is Phoebe?" "I don't know." "You don't know." "She didn't call?" "No." "She did messenger this to me last night, though." "Did you play it?" "No." "Why not?" "Aren't you curious what's on it?" "Ten to one you can't dance to it." "Scully:" "X-File number 11214893." "Addendum to the file opened by Special Agent Mulder." "The arson suspect Cecil L'Ively was admitted to Boston Mercy Hospital... with fifth and sixth degree burns over his entire body." "Military burn specialists have been brought in to study the case which they're calling extraordinary not only for the fact the suspect survived but for the rapid regeneration of his basal cell tissue." "Full recovery is anticipated in as little as a month." "Scully:" "L'Ively is being held in a high-security medical facility confined to a hyperbaric chamber until he can be tried on murder charges in the death of a Massachusetts caretaker." "His body temperature remains at a steady 109 degrees." "Health technicians have removed anything flammable from his room due to several fires which have broken out in the vicinity." "According to Agent Mulder further incarceration remains a problem for federal penal authorities." "Can I get you anything, sir?" "I'm just dying for a cigarette." "I made this."