Autopsy lab. Scully yanks on her goggles and pulls the sheet away from the victim on the table. The body opens a pair of bright blue eyes. It's Scully on the table. And suddenly, she's not looking down at herself anymore, but looking up at the person performing the autopsy. Technically, though, it's not a person. It's the same demon FHB saw the night he fired Donnie Pfaster. You know -- Satan, or whoever. Scully wakes from this nightmare with a gasp, and sits straight up in her bed. The phone rings, and the camera pans past the digital bedside clock, which, in a shocking development, reads 11:21 PM. Man, Scully goes to bed early. I guess when you have to be at a crime scene at 8 AM, all coifed and curled and beautifully made-up, you need to turn in right after the sun goes down. On the other end of the phone, Mulder tells her that they've arrested someone they think may be their guy. Scully gasps that she'll get dressed.

Over at the jail, they do this faux-smarty thing where Mulder's and Bocks's conversation makes it sound like they've got Donnie Pfaster in the clink, and then we see Donnie Pfaster in the clink, but then it turns out that the guy Mulder and Bocks were talking is this totally other guy in the cell opposite Donnie Pfaster! Foiled again! "He's definitely our guy," Bocks says of Mr. Totally McNotTheirGuy. Mulder enters the prisoner's cell, and Scully stares at him from what she thinks is the safety of the hallway. Right behind her, though, Donnie Pfaster scrutinizes her hair with creepy, crawly lust.

Later, the wrongly accused finally wraps up his tale of woe, as Donnie Pfaster pretends to sleep with his face pressed against the bars of his cell. Because it's so believable that he would be comfortable enough to sleep, standing up, with metal poles pressing into his flesh, rather than on the cot two feet behind him. See, that's my big issue with this episode. Donnie Pfaster is freaking scary (as is evidenced by my scream of agony when I saw him on Gilmore Girls), both in this episode and in the one in season seven when he gets out of prison and comes after Scully again. But he's almost too freaky. I find it hard to believe that every single woman with whom Donnie Pfaster has ever come in contact hasn't run away from him like her hair was on fire and he was carrying a tin of lighter fluid. He looks like a freak. He talks like a freak. He acts like a total freak. He's freaky. He should have been fingered as a freak from the get-go. All this getting-hired- to-deliver- Italian-frozen-foods- to-suburban-moms and luring-pretty- whores-back- to-his-lair stuff would never fly in the real world, because he's just too alarmingly freaktastic. At long last, Mulder, Bocks, and Scully file out of Wrongfully Accused's cell and quietly converse, Mulder telling Bocks that they're back at square one. Scully turns around at the door to the cellblock, and catches Donnie staring at her, although he tries to cover for himself by looking down at his shoes. Scully gives him an alarmed glance, sighs, and follows the men out into the hallway.