It's wonderful. Wonderful!
In his own motel room, Mulder is watching a documentary about pack mentality in animals.
Across town, the Taylors are in bed. Sheriff Taylor opens his eyes when the Peacocks sail into his driveway and Johnny Mathis floats into his open window. He looks outside and quickly tells his wife to get under the bed. "I'm going for the gun," he tells her. She shoots him a frightened look and crawls under the bed. Man, this scene totally skeeves me, every time.
The sheriff pokes his head out the bedroom door and hears someone walking around downstairs. Realizing that he doesn't have time to get his gun, he gets a bat from the hallway closet and hides behind the bedroom door. He and Mrs. Taylor both look petrified. They seem so nice; knowing what's about to happen makes me want to cry. Okay, not cry, but at least make sad, sad faces. The bedroom door finally swings open slowly. Sheriff Taylor tries to smack Peacock #1 with the bat, but the Peacock wrenches it out of Sheriff Taylor's hand. He and his brothers then proceed to beat the sheriff to death. Aw, man. Under the bed, poor, poor Mrs. Taylor looks horrified. Her husband's blood seeps across the hardwood floor toward her French manicure. The Peacocks sniff loudly and grunt like cavemen over her husband's body. She can't stifle a sob when Sheriff Taylor's blood finally reaches her hand. The Peacocks hear this, and turn on her, flinging the mattress to the ground. Johnny Mathis sings cheerily in the background.
Later, the boys skip merrily out of the house, hop in their car, and speed off into the night.
The next morning, Deputy Paster sits on the Taylors' stoop, shakily smoking a cigarette. Mulder and Scully pull up in their rental car (Scully's driving, by the way). "Big American car," Mulder says, glancing at the tire marks on the lawn. Paster inhales and haltingly explains that he came over to give the Sheriff some paperwork; then he found the bodies. "The, uh, the owner of the Cadillac was contacted in Baltimore. She, uh, ran out of gas and just left the car on the 119," he tells them. Okay, then the gas sucking...? I'm even more confused. Was the gas coming from inside the guy, like, was he spitting gas into the tank? Because that's some powerful side effect of inbreeding. That could solve the energy crisis, people. Paster hands Scully a large envelope from the crime lab, telling her that he's also got the file on Missing Persons that she wanted. He sighs. "Where are they?" Mulder asks. "They're, uh, inside," poor Paster says, getting up.