Later -- you can tell because he's changed his clothes -- Jeb re-enters his office. Katherine Harris is surprised to see him. "Can I help you?" she asks. He ignores her, and walks down the hall to Devil Boss. "What's up?" Devil Boss asks. Jeb whips out a gun and shoots him in the head. Wow, someone has some issues. When I got laid off, I really, really wanted to walk around the office and tell everyone there exactly what I thought of them (you know, "I hate you," "I hate you," "I really hate you," "You're okay," "I hate you," "You have horrible breath," "I hate you," "I hate you," "You're really hot, here's my number," "I hate you," "I hate you," etcetera), but I didn't actually do it! It's like this guy is possessed, or something!
Credits. So glad Duchovny is back! So glad!
8:39 PM. The police are on the scene at Jeb's office, where Katherine Harris has also been wasted. The head investigator looks like Carl Winslow from that show Urkel was on, what was it called? Family Matters. Carl Winslow is dismayed by this heartless crime! Carl Winslow is disturbed by this mindless brutality! Enter Special Agent Monica Rey-Ass, and her stupid, smiley, wide-eyed act. Note to Annabeth Gish: one can accurately portray a sense of wide-eyed wonder and open-mindedness without resorting to literally opening your eyes as widely as possible. She smiles and pops a Nicorette. She's trying to kick the habit, she says. Carl Winslow tried to quit once, too. He hated the gum. Monica's awfully freaking chipper for someone investigating a bloody crime spree. She exposits that Carl Winslow is under the impression that the killings were some kind of Satanic ritual murder. Her hair is way too dark, by the way. There's no depth whatsoever to her dye job, which makes me suspect that while the hairdresser on set might be neglecting to poof Gillian Anderson's hair as much as she used to, now that Duchovny's back, she's at least making sure that Scully's the prettiest girl on the whole show. That's something. And I think she's in cahoots with the makeup guy, because Monica really really really needs some lipstick right now. Before they shot this episode, the two of them probably drove over to The Cat and the Fiddle in the make-up guy's '96 Miata and, over several pints of Bass, mapped out their scheme to keep Gillian Anderson as good-looking as possible, in spite of their reduced ability to poof her hair and line her lips.
Hairdresser: But what about David?