written by Chip Johannessen
GUARD: You believe that, Donnie? God loves a sack of crap like you?
DONNIE PFASTER: Bible says.
GUARD: Bible says you kill women, cut their pinkies.
MULDER: Donnie Pfaster is a death fetishist-- a collector of bone and dead flesh, of toenails and hair. It's what floats his boat, gets him off.
MARSHALL DADDO: He's a sick man.
MULDER: Sick would describe him. We found women's fingers in his freezer. He liked to eat them with his peas and carrots.
MARSHALL DADDO: So it's just women he's after?
MULDER: Just women. Been five years in here thinking about only that. I'm sure he's worked up quite an appetite.
MARSHALL DADDO: I happen to know you two agents have a particular forte -- a thing for... what is it called? The supernatural? Now, the circumstances of the escape...
SCULLY: I promise you there is nothing supernatural about this man. Donnie Pfaster is just plain evil.
MULDER: Post-hypnotic suggestion. Did you see him?
SCULLY: You mean, did I see him raise his foot? Yes, I saw that.
MULDER: A programmed behavior prompted and manifested by suggestion in this case, a rhythmic motion of the hands producing a unconscious act in a conscious state. Doesn't work on you.
SCULLY: I know what hypnosis is, Mulder.
MULDER: Group hypnosis.
SCULLY: If you're suggesting that Donnie Pfaster escaped from prison using a technique from a Vegas lounge act I'd think again.
MULDER: Mesmer was able to hypnotize and command entire audiences.
SCULLY: You're lucky to be alive, Reverend Orison.
REVEREND ORISON: Who are you?
SCULLY: Special Agent Dana Scully.
REVEREND ORISON: Believe in the Lord, Agent Scully. He believes in you.
SCULLY: That's nice... But my partner and I are more concerned with several disappearances from maximum-security facilities that seem to involve you.
MULDER: The Good Reverend. How do you do? Or maybe I should say, "How do you do it?"
REVEREND ORISON: His is the Word. I am but the Messenger who delivers it.
MULDER: Well, this delivery arrived a little late-- a little late and a little cold as a matter of fact.
REVEREND ORISON: What is this?
MULDER: Blood of the lamb, Reverend. Handiwork of Mr. Donnie Pfaster -- a young girl he picked up at the bus stop.
SCULLY: Where are you going, Mulder?
MULDER: To prove that man's a liar.
SCULLY: How do you prove that somebody isn't being directed by God? You don't believe that it happens?
MULDER: God is a spectator, Scully. He just reads the box scores.
SCULLY: I don't believe that.
MULDER: You think God directs that man? You think He directs him to kill?
SCULLY: Donnie Pfaster isn't dead, and we don't know that the other inmates who escaped are dead, either.
MULDER: So, what? You think that God directs him to ... let the prisoners out to kill?
SCULLY: No, but I believe that the Reverend believes what he's saying -- that's it's God working through him.
MULDER: Well, plenty of nut bags do.
MULDER: It's a cerebral edema.
SCULLY: Swelling of the brain-- a trauma not uncommon with this kind of head injury or accident.
MULDER: Except this isn't accidental. The cause, in fact, as it was stated to me is self-inflicted. There's a small hole here in the skull which allows oxygen into the brain cavity, the result of which is the Reverend Orison has three times the normal blood volume pumping through his brain.
SCULLY: And he did this himself?
MULDER: Yeah. My guess is he-he probably did it when he first got into prison -- when he first learned how to use its powers.
SCULLY: "Its powers."
MULDER: There's a theory that at this point in human evolution our mental capabilities are limited only by inadequate blood supply. In fact, centuries ago, in the Peruvian Andes, Holy Men used to physically remove parts of their skulls in order to increase blood volume or drill small holes.
SCULLY: So this hole in his head enables Reverend Orison to help these prisoners escape?
MULDER: The practitioners of this found that they could perform certain mental tricks one of which they called "stopping the world."
SCULLY: Well, nobody can stop the world, Mulder. I don't care how many holes they have in their head.
MULDER: Yeah, but maybe they can alter perception of it creating a disparate version of reality which they can then project through hypnosis.
SCULLY: But why? I mean, even if he could, why?
MULDER: Donnie Pfaster is serving a life sentence without possibility of parole. That's the final judgment as far as society is concerned but not in the eyes of God or in the eyes of a man who thinks he's God's tool.
SCULLY: Well, then, if Reverend Orison meant to kill Donnie Pfaster then why is he still alive?
MULDER: I don't know. Maybe he unleashed something that he couldn't control. Maybe he thought he was opening the door of perception but then unwittingly he... opened the gates of Hell.
MULDER: You can't judge yourself.
SCULLY: Maybe I don't have to.
MULDER: The Bible allows for vengeance.
SCULLY: But the law doesn't.
MULDER: The way I see it... he didn't give you a choice. And my report will reflect that... in case you're worried. Donnie Pfaster would've surely killed again if given the chance.
SCULLY: He was evil, Mulder. I'm sure about that, without a doubt. But there's one thing that I'm not sure of.
MULDER: What's that?
SCULLY: Who was at work in me. Or what... what made me... what made me pull the trigger.
MULDER: You mean if it was God?
SCULLY: I mean... what if it wasn't?