Middle of nowhere. Mulder stands in the middle of the road, trying to make a call. I don't know why he's prancing all over the place, though. To get better reception? I wasn't aware that dancing helped. Eventually, he gets the machine in the LBO and tells Scully that he's just checking in. "Give me a call on my cell, when you get a chance," he asks. "Just let me know where you're at [sic]." That is my grammatical pet peeve, people. It's: "Just let me know were you are." Period. Full stop. No need for "at." And Mulder -- Oxford-educated Mulder? Should know better than to end a sentence with a preposition, not to mention such an awkwardly placed preposition. "Where you're at." For shame!
Scully's at Philadelphia. Sitting in her car, in the rain, watching a bunch of Russian mobsters walk around. She sips from a paper cup of coffee and looks irritated. She glances up from her file folders to see the dude she's supposed to be trailing walk into a Mom and Pop sundries store right in front of her.
So Scully and her ugly taupe pantsuit follow him into the store. She wanders around, pretending to look at cheap bottles of wine and Drano and bags of Corn-Nuts, when she's really just eavesdropping on Russian Mobster and Friends in the back room. They're speaking Russian, so I really don't know how much good dirt she's picking up. She peeks into the room, just in time to see both guns and money being waved around. Shortly thereafter, the guy she's trailing leaves the sundries store and heads for a tattoo parlor across the street. Scully follows him.
Scully looks inside the tattoo parlor. Toward the back of the room, Ed stands in his shirtsleeves, arguing with the proprietor. Scully scurries inside, out of the rain and toward the hottie. "So why do you want to cover it?" asks the proprietor -- let's call him Milty, after the imaginary younger brother I had when I was four. Later, I'll tell you all about my imaginary husband from the same era, Ben Mountain, who was unemployed and used to just lie around my imaginary house and drink imaginary beer. "Listen, friend. Everyone gets the tattoo they deserve," Milty says. Scully wanders around and pretends to look at the tattoos on the wall. Ed apparently wants to have his tattoo covered up. I can't imagine why. Think of all the fun you could have with a talking tattoo. You'd never be bored on long car rides again! "Just the eyes and the mouth," Ed pleads. Scully examines a tattoo on the wall: a snake with its tail in its mouth, also known as The Tattoo Scully Has That No One Ever Mentions Again After This Episode. Milty tells Ed that, no matter what, he needs to let his arm heal before he starts fiddling with Jodie. "I'll pay you anything," Ed says.