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For the past six years, The X-Files has challenged, enlightened, and entertained millions of viewers worldwide. With fascinating storylines, visual creativity, and superb characterizations, it has broken new ground and become a media phenomenon. Now fans of the acclaimed dramatic series created by Chris Carter and starring David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson can discover the truth about the show's sixth season with this comprehensive and authoritative episode guide to ...
For the past six years, The X-Files has challenged, enlightened, and entertained millions of viewers worldwide. With fascinating storylines, visual creativity, and superb characterizations, it has broken new ground and become a media phenomenon. Now fans of the acclaimed dramatic series created by Chris Carter and starring David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson can discover the truth about the show's sixth season with this comprehensive and authoritative episode guide to behind-the-scenes details including:
A carjacking and subsequent highway chase have an inexplicably deadly ending:an innocent victim's head explodes.Disobeying FBI orders, Mulder investigates — and becomes a high-speed hostage himself.
First Aired: Lynne Willingham
Written By:Vince Gilligan
Directed By: Rob Bowman
Bryan Cranston (Patrick Crump)
Janine Venable (Vicky Crump)
Junior Brown (Virgil Nokes)
Michael O'Neil (Patrol Captain)
James Pickens, Jr. (AD Kersh)
Mindy Seeger (Coroner)
Scott A. Smith (Prison Doctor)
Harry Danner (CDC Doctor)
Linda Porter (Elderly Woman)
Ken Collins (Gas Station Attendant)
Tegan West (Lieutenant Breil)
Art Pickering (Gert Suit Cop)
Mark Craig (Tooper #1)
Tim Agee (EMT)
Wiley Picket (Trooper #2)
Frank Buckley (Nevada News Anchor)
Bob Peters (Idaho News Anchor)
A local Fox affiliate breaks into regular programming to present an urgent news bulletin. The station's video camera-equipped helicopter swoops over a fast-breaking story:
On a rural road near Elko, Nevada, a stolen Plymouth Barracuda speeds at 100 mph-pursued by police cars behind it. At the wheel is a roughlooking man in his forties; in the back seat, in obvious physical distress, is a woman of his same age and social class.
Further up the road — at Milepost Thirteen — a highway patrolman stretches a spiked chain across the traffic lanes. When the Barracuda runs over it the muscle car's tires are shredded and it swerves to a halt.
The pursuing policemen stop, haul the driver out of the car, wrestle him to the ground, and handcuff him. Still strugglingfrantically, the man calls out a woman's mine. In the back seat the passenger is in more agony than ever.
"Get it out of my head!" she moans, hands pressed to her temples.
The policemen help the woman out of the car and into the back of one of their own vehicles. The handclod man's cries grow louder, his struggles more frantic. In the patrol car the woman begins hanging her head against a window — once, twice, then many times. A large, bright starburst of blood sprays onto the inside of the window glass. The woman topples over onto the seat, lifeless.
At a weather-beaten farmhouse in Buhl, Idaho, Mulder and Scully knock, identify themselves, and ask a bleary-eyed, bearish character named Virgil Nokes why he recently placed an order for five thousand pounds of ammonium nitrate fertilizer — a prime ingredient for creating a cheap terrorist bomb.
"I grow sugar beets," says the farmer. "Figger I got better things to do with my fertilizer than go around blowin' gummint buildings sky high."
Explains Scully, "This is just routine, sir."
"So routine," mutters Mulder, "that it numbs the mind."
While Virgil searches for his federal fertilizer permit, the agents enter the dusty house. Inside, an account of the high-speed chase is playing on a rabbit-eared television. Mulder watches with fascination, then calls Scully over to watch the replay. She joins him just as the woman's head explodes again.
Says a TV anchorman, "At this time, police officials are refusing to identify the woman or to speculate on how she died, though they do stress it was not the result of a gunshot A preliminary coroner's report isn't expected for a day or two. Meanwhile, residents Of ..."
A few minutes later Scully leaves the farmhouseand catches Mulder on his cell phone, volunteering both of them to help the local police solve the mystery. She looks at her partner accusingly.
"Mulder, we're not going to Nevada," she says.
"C'mon, Scully. Just one quick side trip."
"No. Sorry, Mulder. We have a whole new assignment now."
"Running down people that buy fertilizer?" says Mulder, scornfully. "This is scut work, bozo work. This is the FBI equivalent of being made to wear an orange jumpsuit and being made to pick up trash by the side of the highway. They mean to humiliate us."
Scully is unmoved. "Look, Mulder, like it or not, humiliated or not, we're on domestic terrorism."
She adds, "And yes, this is a punishment. But if we want to get back to where we want to be, we have to follow orders. We can't freelance."
Mulder looks Scully in the eye.
"You saw that news report," he says. "What did you make of it?"
"I think that the obvious assumption is that the woman was shot, regardless of what the police say. Maybe it was a sniper."
Now it's Mulder's turn to be unconvinced.
"In the words of their captain," he says, "'She just sorta popped.' And what about this guy who supposedly tried to take her hostage? Her husband. It looked like he was trying to warn the cops before she died."
He adds, "No, the sun will rise in America tomorrow regardless of whether or not we're at yet another farm investigating yet another enormous pile of doo-doo."
Scully says nothing.
"C'mon," cajoles Mulder. "We can be in and out in a day. Nobody has to know."
At a precinct house cell block in Elko, the arrested carjacker lies on his bunk, resting. Blood begins to ooze from one nostril. When he realizes this he sits bolt upright, terrified. He stands and grabs the bars of his cell door.
"Somebody! Please!" he shouts. "It's starting! PLEASE!"
Some time later, in another part of the precinct house, a patrol captain denies Mulder and Scully's request to interview the driver. "He threw quite a fit in his cell, screaming a bunch of nonsense, saying we were going to kill him like we killed his wife," explains the cop.
"You know," he adds, "he's not a particularly stable individual."
He tells the agents that a doctor is examining him, repeats that his wife's death wasn't the police department's fault, and hands Scully a file folder. Inside are the man's mug shots and his name: Patrick Garland Crump, of Montello, Nevada.
Mulder reads over Scully's shoulder. "Forty-year-old roofer. No history of mental illness. No prior record," he says.
"He's got one now," says the captain. "That Barracuda he jacked on the Utah state line? He yanked some teenager out the window, threw his wife in back, and took off."
The policeman walks away. Scully tells Mulder that she'd like to examine Mrs. Crump's body. Mulder nods and walks to a large map of the surrounding area. He and the captain retrace Crump's route: from Montello five miles east to the Utah border, then west through Elko to the point where he was captured.
"Why?" asks Mulder.
The captain shrugs and shakes his head, not overly intrigued. Mulder stares at the map, thinking...