Cut to a whole new line-up, this time complete with PPP. Barbara looks at each of the men, coming to a stop at PPP. She turns and stares at Doggett.

Interrogation room. Scully slides a file across the table to PPP, telling him that she knows who he is and how he got into the Academy. She knows about his illness. She knows that he "orchestrated this entire thing to get close to Agent Doggett." PPP points out that Barbara recognized him, but not Regali. "That's because Regali didn't kill Agent Doggett's son -- you did," Scully says. "That's one explanation," PPP says. Purse. But he doesn't think it happened that way. Scully raises a brow. From across the room, Doggett leans against the wall and looks totally drained. PPP explains that his pictures of dead people call to him. "I don't know why. It was a message, and I listened," he says. He explains that he studied Poor Dead Luke's case obsessively. "I'm a schizophrenic. That's what schizophrenics do: obsess," he tells them. Scully just looks at him. "I watched Agent Doggett. I watched his ex-wife," he continues. Which is how she recognized him in the line-up. This is the straw that breaks Doggett's back. "You're a liar!" he yells, slamming his hand on the table. "You lied to the FBI! You're lying to me now!" PPP purses his lips. "Would you have listened to me otherwise?" he asks. "A mental patient with insight into your son's death? I wanted to get close to you, Agent Doggett, to help you." PPP explains that Regali associated with the guy who kidnapped Poor Dead Luke. "I called you so you could catch him." Piano. Piano. Piano. PPP announces that he's gotten another message. "I'd like to go back home now. To the institution," he tells them. Right about now, the institution sounds pretty good to me, too. It would be quiet there. I could lie down and sleep for a nice long time.

Doggett bursts out of the interrogation room and into the hallway, where Moronica and DPB are waiting. He stalks past them and out of the building. DPB turns to Scully. "Well, he told us a story," Scully tells them. "Whether it's true...." She shrugs. "In other words, we're nowhere. Again," Moronica snarls, frustrated.

Doggett parks his car in front of the bar, and stalks inside. Regali sits alone with another glass of Jim Beam. Doggett pulls up a seat next to him and glares. "I'm not here as an FBI agent. I'm here as a father," he spits. "I want to know who killed my son." Regali says that he simply doesn't know. Doggett closes his eyes. "I like you, FBI. I really do. I'll tell you how it could have happened, hypothetically," Regali drawls. Doggett opens his eyes. He's clearly furious. "Say there was a guy, a businessman," Regali begins. "And say this businessman, in the course of doing business, has to associate with any number of thugs, sickos, and perverts. Bob Harvey, for example." Doggett's blue eyes must be burning a hole in the side of Regali's head. "Say this Bob Harvey likes little boys. Yeah, disgusting. Say one day, Bob Harvey sees a little boy riding a bike and he can't stand it. He grabs the boy." Doggett looks like he's about to pass out. "So Harvey takes the boy back to his place, only he doesn't tell the businessman what he's doing. The businessman walks in on him. You see what I'm saying, FBI? The boy sees the businessman's face, the businessman who never did nothing to this little boy." Doggett's face is white. "That's a problem." Regali sips his drink. Doggett is utterly stricken. "Well, every problem has a solution, right?" Regali continues. He takes a final swig of his drink, slides off his bar stool, and leaves the bar. Doggett is stunned, horrified and furious, all at once. Suddenly, he stands, draws his gun, and heads for the door.