[ Footsteps approaching ]
[ Car door opens ]
Okay, sweetheart. We're just going in for a few things.
We won't be long. Okay, Polly?
Mommy needs some groceries, okay?
I don't like this store, mommy.
We're only gonna be a minute.
I wanna go home.
[ Doll ] let's have fun.
Help, Melissa. [ Woman gasping ]
We're going home, Polly.
Please, don't do this to mommy. [ Glass shatters ]
[ Clattering ]
[ Sobbing ]
[ Customers crying out ]
[ Groans ]
[ People groaning, shouting ]
It's Dave down at the supr savr.
Send whoever you got on duty.
I want to play.
[ Grunts ]
[ Screaming ]
X-Files Season 5 Episode 10 - Chinga
[ Bell dinging ]
[ Phone ringing ]
[ Ringing continues ]
Scully.
Hey, Scully, it's me. Mulder, I thought we had an agreement.
We were both gonna take the weekend off.
Right. Right, I know. But-But I-I just received...
Some information about— About a case.
A classic X-Files. Classic. I wanted to share it with you.
Mulder, I'm on vacation. The weather is clear.
I'm looking forward to hitting the road and breathing in some of this fine new England air.
- You didn't rent a convertible, did you? - Why?
Are you aware of the statistics of decapitation?
Mulder, I'm hanging up.
I'm turning off my cell phone. I'm back in the office on Monday.
You shouldn't talk and drive at the same time, either.
Are you aware of the statistics— Hello? [ Line disconnects ]
[ Tires screeching ]
Sir?
Sir, what happened? I-I think we need a doctor.
[ Sobbing ]
[ Sobbing continues ] who are you?
I'm—
My name is Scully. I'm— I'm an F.B.I. Agent.
What happened to you?
I-I don't know. But Dave, the butcher—
I think he's dead. [ Panting ]
[ Man, woman moaning on TV ]
[ Phone ringing ]
Mulder. [ Scully ] Mulder, it's me.
[ Moaning continues ] I thought you were on vacation.
I am. I'm up in Maine.
I thought you said you didn't want to be disturbed.
You wanted to get out of your head for a few days.
I don't. I mean, I do. I— [ Moaning continues ]
What are you watching, Mulder?
It's the "world's most deadliest swarms." Um—
You said you were gonna be unreachable. What's going on?
I, uh— I'm at a market here.
I'm just trying to give the local P.D. A handle here.
A handle on what?
Well, I'm not quite sure how to describe it, Mulder.
I didn't witness it myself, but there seems to be some kind...
Of an outbreak of people acting in a violent, involuntary way.
- Towards who? - Toward themselves.
Themselves? Yeah.
Beating at their faces, clawing at their eyes.
One man is dead. Dead how?
Self-Inflicted, it appears.
Huh. It sounds to me like that's, uh, witchcraft...
Or maybe some sorcery that you're looking for there.
No, I don't think it's witchcraft, Mulder, or sorcery.
I've had a look around, and I don't see any evidence...
Of anything that warrants that kind of suspicion.
Maybe you don't know what you're looking for.
Like evidence of conjury or the black arts or shamanism,
Divination, Wicca or any kind of pagan or neo-Pagan practice,
Charms, cards, familiars, bloodstones or hex signs...
Or any of the ritual tableau associated...
With the occult, Santeria, voudom, macumba or any high or low magic.
- Scully? - Yes?
Marry me.
I was hoping for something a little more helpful.
Short of looking for a lady wearing a pointy hat, riding a broomstick,
I think you've pretty much got it covered there.
Thanks anyway.
- Who's that woman right there? - Melissa Turner.
She's the only one I've seen who looks unaffected.
What's your point?
You might want to talk to her.
Ms. Scully.
You staying in town? Yes.
I'm on vacation. Why?
What you said back there about Melissa Turner...
Kind of put a spin on this whole business here today.
How's that? Well, Melissa's caused some stir.
People here say she's a witch.
It's not the first time for that accusation in these parts.
Uh, yeah.
To be honest with you, captain Bonsaint, um,
I'm not much of a believer in witchcraft.
You know, I'm not either. I used to just think it's 'cause Melissa was pretty and single.
Threatenin', you know? But now you're not convinced?
Well, you know, I appreciate the trouble you went to,
And I sure do hope there's a reasonable explanation, like you said.
Just this one thing gonna make it hard to persuade folks to your thinkin'.
What one thing is that? Who she's been carrying on with.
"Who she's been carrying on with"?
Uh, yeah. With Dave, the butcher.
[ Melissa ] hello? Hey, it's Buddy.
Oh, hi. Are you okay, Melissa?
I'm fine. Why do you ask? Who's that, mommy?
♪ [ "Hokey pokey" on record player ]
I know you were here, Melissa, down at the supr savr.
I don't know what you're talking about, Buddy.
- Hang up, mommy. - Melissa,
Turn the music down.
There's some talk that you're involved in what happened here today.
I'm not involved in anything.
I know that. Would you listen to me? I-I-I'm not saying that you are.
What are you saying, Buddy? [ Polly ] mommy!
I want to help you, but you gotta keep it a secret,
Or we're both gonna be answering questions.
Now, I got something to tell you.
What? Something bad.
What is it, Buddy?
Dave's dead.
Oh, my God!
I gotta see you right away. Melissa— I can't.
You need a friend more than ever.
♪ [ Continues ] let's have fun.
You can't come here, Buddy. Why? Tell me why.
I can't explain it to you now.
I'm coming over there, Melissa.
You shouldn't be alone. ♪ You put your backside in ♪
♪ And you shake it all about ♪
♪ You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around ♪
♪ That's what it's all about ♪
[ Scully ] the back door's wide open.
[ Bonsaint ] Melissa?
The sheets are still wet.
Chief?
Take a look at this.
What the devil's this for?
It looks like she was afraid of something.
Whatever it is, she's run off in a hurry.
Laundry's out, door's unlocked.
Beats me. [ Sighs ]
You know her? Melissa Turner?
Mm-Hmm. About as local as you can get.
Born and raised here. Married a fisherman.
Widowed last year after a boating accident.
Don't know if the little girl, Polly, ever really understood.
Toys in the attic.
The daughter's autistic? That's what they say.
There was the incident last year over at the day care center.
Proprietor slapped Polly across the face.
Slapped her? What for?
She said Polly threw a tantrum so fierce, there was nothin' else she could do.
Next thing she knew, she's on the ground. Little girl knocked her silly.
The little girl did? Well, that's her story.
Polly never touched her as far as I could figure.
Oh, it was a real drama, though. The lady who ran the school lost her license.
People callin' the kid all manner of names, sayin' Melissa's a witch.
Polly never went back to school a day since. This, uh—
This affair that the mother was having with the butcher?
Dave. Oh, I might have given you the wrong impression.
That wasn't really an affair.
Although, Dave did make quite a fool of himself and his wife.
So, it was unrequited? You could say that.
To the extent that she'd have to nail a window shut?
Oh, he wasn't that big a fool.
You know,
Maybe she wasn't afraid of somethin'... gettin' in.
Maybe she was afraid of somethin' gettin' out.
Like what?
Just a thought.
What do you think of that, huh?
Why don't you leave town?
I've got nowhere to go, Buddy. I live on a shoestring as it is.
Listen to me. I've got some money put away.
Buddy, I can't.
I've had my eye on you for more years than I care to remember.
I missed my chance the first time around. I've been waiting in the wings.
Now, I'm sorry about things. Truly I am.
But you need somebody who can provide.
Don't, Buddy, please. Don't because you don't want to,
Or just because you're too proud?
You don't understand.
What don't I understand?
What happened in the supr savr,
What happened to Dave—
I couldn't stop it.
What do you mean?
I've seen things.
I want more cherries.
- What's that, sweetie? - I want more cherries.
I saw Dave dead...
Before he was dead.
I saw him in frozen foods all cut and bloody.
And it's not the first time.
My husband—
I saw him...
In a window, dead before it happened.
You know, with the hook.
You're gonna have to go ask your mommy for some more money, hon.
- I just can't give them away. - [ Man ] window order.
Let's have fun.
Mommy, I want more cherries.
We gotta go now, Polly.
Take this, Melissa.
It's to a place we use for hunting up near Schoodic lake.
Mommy? Mommy? Or else there's gonna be trouble, more than you need.
- Mommy! - [ Screaming ]
[ Screaming continues ]
Is that you, Jack?
Uh, yeah, it's me, Jane. Come in?
Who have you got with you?
Ms. Froehlich, my name's Dana Scully. I'm with the F.B.I.
I just happened to be here on vacation, and, uh—
So?
So, I just— I'm helping out the chief here.
Did you talk to her? Who?
Oh, please. Melissa Turner.
That whore's a witch, sure as I'm standin' here.
She's descended from the Hawthornes in Salem and the Englishes too.
She comes from a cursed lineage,
And now she's passing it on to the whelp.
God save that little girl if somebody don't do somethin'.
Lord knows I tried.
Jane, if we could just come in for a few minutes and talk.
I found out last year how much good talkin' to you does, Jack Bonsaint.
I explained everything, and the city closed me down anyway.
Our great-Great-Grandfathers knew how to treat witches.
They would have driven the demon out of that little girl...
And given that slantard of a mother just what she's got coming.
New England hospitality. I've heard about it my whole life.
Finally got a chance to experience it for myself.
You see what I'm up against here, public sentiment and all.
This family tree of Melissa Turner's. Uh, yeah.
It's all talk, isn't it?
Well, I never really asked. Why?
Well, I think you need to bring her in to straighten this out.
Under what pretext? That she might know something.
About what?
Well, about what I'm sure is a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this.
Uh, yeah.
I wish I could help you out.
You know, I'm just... on vacation.
[ Car door closes ]
[ Engine starts ]
Hi. Where are you headed this time of night?
We were invited up to a place near the lake.
Uh-Huh. A friend gave us the key.
You got gear? Food and water? We'll be all right.
I just want to make sure of that, ma'am. Winter's in full force up there.
Power's iffy. Just you and the little one?
For now. I wanna go home, mommy.
We're gonna go camping, Polly.
I want my bed. I want my records. Let's have fun.
I'll just take your license number, then.
- [ Gasps ] - Help me.
Hey!
♪ [ Record player ] # You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around ♪
♪ That's what it's all about Left foot ♪
♪ You put your left foot in you put your left foot out# - Hello?
♪ You put your left foot in and you shake it all about ♪
♪ You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around ♪
♪ That's what it's all about ♪ Right arm ♪
Who's there? Is anyone there? ♪ You put your right arm in ♪
♪ You put your right arm out ♪
♪ You put your right arm in and then you shake it all about ♪
♪
[ Record crackling ]
♪
♪ Left arm # # You put your left arm in you put your left— ♪
[ Doll ] I want to play. ♪ That's what it's all— ♪
[ Skipping ] ♪ That's what it's all about ♪
I'm not afraid of you. ♪ That's what it's all about ♪
[ Whimpering, shuddering ]
♪ That's what it's all about ♪
[ Screaming ] ♪ That's what it's all about ♪
♪ [ Skipping stops ] # The hokey pokey ♪
♪ The hokey pokey ♪
♪ You do the hokey pokey ♪
♪ That's what it's all about ♪
♪ [ Ends ]
♪ [ Classical ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Phone ringing ]
[ Groans ]
♪ [ Continues ]
♪ [ Volume decreases ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Car door opens ]
[ Police radio chatter ]
♪ [ Continues ]
[ Chattering ]
[ Chattering continues ]
Looks like she died by her own hand.
A big slice under the chin opened up the artery.
With what? Buddy, show her the thing.
[ Phone ringing ]
Jack Bonsaint.
Uh, yeah.
Who? Oh, okay.
Put him through.
It's for you.
[ Loud tapping sound ] hello?
- [ Mulder ] hey, morning, sunshine. - Mulder?
Yeah. I was, uh, a little worried about you.
I was wondering if you needed my help up there.
Needed your help on what?
I left you a message at the motel. You didn't get it?
I was up and out this morning. [ Tapping continues ]
Mulder? Yeah?
What's that noise? Where are you? I'm at home.
They're doing construction right out the window. Hold on a second.
Hey, fellas, can you just keep it down for a second maybe?
Thank you!
Yeah, hey, I was thinking about this case.
Maybe it's not witchcraft after all. Maybe there's a scientific explanation.
"A scientific explanation"? Yeah, a medical cause.
Something called chorea. Dancing sickness.
Yeah, St. Vitus's dance. It affects groups of people,
Causing unexplained outbursts of, uh, uncontrollable jerks and spasms.
Yeah, and it hasn't been seen or diagnosed since the middle ages.
Mmm.
[ Groans ]
You're obviously not a fan of American bandstand, Scully.
Mulder? Thanks for the help. Yeah?
[ Line disconnects ] hello?
That your partner? Yep.
I'm sorry for eavesdroppin', but has he maybe got some insight on this?
No. I see.
#[ Record player ]
♪ You put your right foot in you put your right foot— ♪
♪ [ Turns off ]
You know, chief Bonsaint— Um, Jack—
Can I call you Jack?
I've been thinking that maybe—
Maybe we need to explore other possibilities.
I'm not sure I understand.
Well, maybe we need to keep our minds open to...
Extreme possibilities.
Okay, but, uh, aren't you on vacation?
[ Record player ] # You put your whole self in you put your whole self out ♪
♪ You put your whole self in and you shake it all about ♪
♪ You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around ♪
♪ That's what it's all about Backside ♪
♪ You put your backside in you put your backside out ♪
♪ You put your backside in and you shake it all about ♪
♪ You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around ♪
♪ That's what it's all about ♪ ♪ Hokey pokey ♪
♪ You do the hokey pokey ♪ [ Footsteps ]
♪ The hokey pokey ♪
♪ You do the hokey pokey ♪
♪ That's what it's all about ♪
♪ [ Ends ]
[ Scratching ]
- [ Gasps ] - Let's have fun.
[ Gasping ] [ scratching continues ]
♪ [ Resumes ]
♪ [ Continues, indistinct ]
[ Buddy's voice ] Melissa,
Help me. [ Sobbing continues ]
No!
Ah. Oh, my God!
[ Sighs ]
That looks like something out of Jules Verne.
We're supposed to eat that?
A little late for anything else.
Now, you said you had some other directions you were lookin' at?
I've been thinking about Melissa Turner.
Now, you said that her husband died in a boating accident?
Uh, yep.
Well, was there anything strange about that?
About the way that it happened?
Well, it was never quite explained to anyone's satisfaction, actually.
- How's that? - How the man got a grappling hook...
Poked clean through his skull.
Was Melissa ever questioned about that?
Melissa?
No, I don't see how she'd be involved.
The boat he died on is right over there, if you're at all wonderin'.
I saw that man in the market.
I want popcorn, mommy.
♪
Okay.
♪ You put your right foot in you put your right foot out ♪
♪ You put your right foot in ♪ [ Gasps ]
What are you doin' here? Buddy.
How come you're back in town? You've gotta get outta here.
I called the rangers. They said you tried to kill a man.
You almost ran him over. You came back here to kill her too, didn't you?
I didn't try to kill anybody. Jane Froehlich.
It isn't me, Buddy. Yeah, well, we're gonna see about that.
You're coming with me. ♪ That's what it's all about right arm ♪
♪ You put your right arm in ♪
♪ You put your right arm out ♪ And your little brat.
♪ You put your right arm in and then you shake it all about ♪
♪
I want to play.
[ Seagulls cawing ] [ ship horn blaring in distance ]
"What happened?"
You ask that question around here, you get as many stories as—
As fishermen.
You were on board the night that he died. What do you think?
I told my story to the chief.
People's stories change.
[ Sighs ] folks blame the widow.
Who do you blame?
He was wild for her.
He worked very hard to build that little house for her.
When that daughter came, you needed a mop to wipe the smile off his face.
We'd set out to sea on the girl's last birthday.
He was counting the hours before he'd be home again.
Hey, look what Davy Jones sent my little Polly.
Catch of the day. [ Chuckles ]
Yeah.
Three days later...
He was dead. And you know what killed him.
The eyes play tricks at night.
Water up against the hull making noises.
Sometimes you hear things.
[ Doll ] let's have fun.
What the hell was that?
[ Door opens ]
What is it?
[ Door closes ]
[ Doll ] I want to play.
[ Gasps ] oh, my God!
Like I said, the eyes play tricks.
But you saw something...
In that grocery store.
That little girl and her dolly.
The moment I saw them... I knew.
[ Phone ringing ]
- Scully. - Oh, hey. I—
- I thought you weren't answering your cell phone. - Then why'd you call?
I, uh— I had a new thought about this case you're working on.
There's a viral infection that's spread by simple touch.
Mulder, are there any references in occult literature...
To objects that have the power to direct human behavior?
What types of objects?
Um, like a doll, for instance.
- You mean like chucky? - Yeah, kind of like that.
Well, yeah, the talking doll myth is well established in literature,
Especially in New England.
The fetish— Or juju— Is believed to pass on magical powers on to its possessor.
Some of the early witches were condemned...
For little more than proclaiming that these objects existed.
The supposed witch having premonitory visions and things— Why do you ask?
I was just curious.
You didn't find a talking doll, did you, Scully?
No. No, of course not. Uh—
I would suggest that you check the back of the doll for a—
A plastic ring with a string on it.
That would be my first— Hello? [ Line disconnects ]
Let's go talk to Melissa Turner.
[ Scraping sounds ]
[ Shouting ] where's my popcorn?
It's coming, Polly.
[ Scraping sounds continue ]
Where's my popcorn?
It's coming.
[ Hammering ]
[ Polly ] mommy.
I can't sleep.
You go back to bed, Polly.
It's way past your bedtime.
No more pounding.
Go back to bed, sweetheart.
- Let's have fun. - [ Gasps ]
Help me.
Everything's gonna be all right, sweetie.
Now just go back to bed.
That's Buddy's car.
[ Liquid sloshing ]
[ Knocking on door ]
Melissa.
You see anything? Uh-Uh.
Melissa!
[ Knocking continues ] Melissa!
Mommy!
Don't play with matches.
You go back to bed, Polly! [ Knocking continues ]
Melissa!
Go on now!
[ Knocking continues ]
[ Scully ] Melissa!
Melissa! Bonsaint!
Don't play with knives.
Mommy?
She's got the door nailed shut. She's trying to kill herself.
[ Pounding on window ] Melissa!
Mommy! Mommy, no more pounding!
Let's play with the hammer.
[ Scully ] Melissa!
Get away from me!
Put it down, Melissa!
I don't like you anymore.
- [ Melissa screams ] - [ Breathing heavily ]
- Give me the doll, Polly. - I want to play.
[ Hammer lands blow ] [ Melissa screams ]
- Polly, give me the doll! - [ Doll ] I want to play.
Polly, give me the doll. I want to play.
[ Melissa screams ] I want to play. I want to play.
I want to play. I want to play.
- I want to— - [ Screams ]
- [ Gasping ] - [ Buttons beeping ]
I want to play. I want to play.
I want to play. I—
[ Sobbing continues ]
[ Door opens ]
Oh, hey, Scully. How you doin'?
- How you feelin'? Rested? - I feel fine.
What? That poster.
Where'd you get it?
Oh, I got it down on "m" street at some head shop about five years ago.
Hmm. Why?
No, I just... wanted to send one to somebody.
You do? Mm-Hmm.
Who? [ Clears throat ]
- Who? - Oh, just...
Some guy.
Jack. "M" street?
Yeah. Does this have something to do with that case you were working on?
What case? Uh, yeah. Yes, it does.
- Did you solve it? - Me? No.
No, I was— I was on vacation.
Just... getting out of my own head for a few days.
What about you? Did you, um, get anything done while I was gone?
Oh, God, it's amazing what I can accomplish without incessant meddling...
Or questioning into everything I do.
It's just—
There's... got to be an explanation.
Oh, I don't know.
I think some things are better left unexplained.
Hmm.
I want to play.
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[ Child ] I made this!