Ooh, I'm watching an episode of The X-Files on F/X right now, while I'm editing this -- because, you know, I can't get me enough of this show -- and Scully is wearing an extremely pretty camel hair coat/black turtleneck outfit. Sadly, she's not wearing a similarly attractive ensemble in the episode I'm actually recapping, because we're still in the Pegged Pants Years. Go figure, though -- Scully is actually behind the wheel of the FBI-Approved Rental Car, driving herself, Mulder, and Bruckman to Mr. AllThoseLetters's body. Or rather, she's driving them all around, waiting for Bruckman to sense where the body is. Mulder leans in from the back seat and starts pestering Bruckman about his abilities -- how he knows what he knows, and how he knows he knows. Bruckman doesn't want to talk about it. I half expect Scully to turn around and snap at Mulder that if he doesn't sit back and put his seat belt back on and stop bothering Bruckman, she's going to turn that car around, and take the both of them home, and if they think they can watch television when they get there, they've got another think coming, because both of them are going to straight to their rooms! She had better get used to bickering Mulder men in her car, though, because I'm sure that in a few years, Mulder and the PossiblyAlienMiracleAdolescent are going to have quite a few differences of opinion, including "You're Probably Not Even My Dad, Dad," and "God, Dad, Quit Looking At My Neck!" Finally, Bruckman convinces Mulder that he really doesn't want to talk about his powers, and Mulder leans back and stops talking. "You know, there are worse ways to go," Bruckman pointedly says after a moment, "but I can't think of a less dignified one than autoerotic asphyxiation." Mulder takes this in. "Why are you telling me that?" he asks, narrowing his eyes. "Look, forget I mentioned it," Bruckman retorts. "None of my business." Scully wisely says nothing, and in a moment, Bruckman indicates that she ought to pull over: "This is the spot."
The G-Men...er, G-People, and Bruckman, begin combing the woods for AllThoseLetters's body, but they're not having a ton of luck. Bruckman tells them that the first time he ever saw someone's death was the night Buddy Holly died. Then he wrote an eight-minute song about it, which Madonna recently remade, much to his disdain. Actually, he tells them that he was a big fan of the Big Bopper, who also died in the plane crash that killed Holly. "'Chantilly Lace,'" he says. "That was the song." Mulder and Scully just sort of look at him, not seeing how the Big Bopper is germane to the story at hand. Bruckman explains that the Big Bopper wasn't even supposed to be on the plane with Buddy Holly. He won the seat from somebody else by flipping a coin for it. "Imagine all the things that had to occur, not only in his life, but in everybody else's, to arrange it so on that particular night, the Big Bopper would be in a position to live or die, depending on a flipping coin," he continues. "I became so obsessed with that idea that I eventually became capable of seeing the specifics of everybody's death." Scully sort of pooh-poohs that explanation. Well, actually, she totally pooh-poohs it. "Where's the body?" she asks. The three of them impotently look around the forest. "I guess I can't see the forest for the trees," Bruckman comments.