Doggett and Moronica come out of the policeman's office, Doggett grousing that they're letting Regali go. Barbara's all, "Whatever." She leaves to go to her mother's house for the next couple of days and search Match.com for a more suitable mate -- someone less obsessive about dead kids. "Tell me you got something," Doggett pleads to Scully. She looks sad, and tells him that she compared Luke's wounds with Killed in the Alley's and Plastered Behind the Wall's. "There are some similarities," she says hesitantly. "Meaning Regali's the guy," Doggett says. "Meaning that it was a brilliant forensic deduction on [PPP's] part, but that's all it is," Scully tells him carefully. Doggett looks pained as she explains that the murders were committed with different weapons, and there's no consistent MO. "None of it will hold up in court," Moronica spits. "Well, something out there will," says Doggett. Moronica looks at him sadly. Scully is lost in her own problems, which include:
- Missing boyfriend
- MiracleNoLongerAlienBaby given up for adoption
- Cursed apartment
- Well-meaning but stupid mother
- Dead sister
- No friends outside of work
But her hair looks fantastic.
Title Card Three: "A Message." Mark Snow cheerfully cues up the Piano of Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead Family Members. Man, I've only got three more hours of Mark Snow material left. Ever. And I have to confess something. Something that most of you probably already know: I'm in love with him. Seriously. I mean it. I know I make cracks about him all the time, but he's been on The X-Files since day one, and like most of the production crew, he's done really good work for nine straight years. And I saw a picture of him in The Hollywood Reporter and he totally looks like the kind of man who'd drive you from Santa Monica to the Valley to get Krispy Kreme and wouldn't even get mad when you wiped sugar on the leather seats of his BMW. The camera pans across PPP's Wall of the Dead. PPP stands in the middle of the room. Staring. Eyes darting. Lips pursing. Shoulders hunching. PPP looks out of his window sadly. The sun shines on him, but it doesn't penetrate the depths of his sad, sad heart. One tiny tear slides down his cheek.
Doggett's examining Regali's rap sheet down in the LBO. He muses that something isn't right. Moronica looks up from her copy of Women Who Love Women and the Women Who Love Them and asks him to clarify. Doggett explains that Regali's name has been mentioned in connection with all kinds of crazy bad shit (racketeering, money laundering, murder), but all he's gotten are these "nickel-and-dime convictions." It doesn't make sense, Doggett says, that Regali's never been nailed for anything stronger. Moronica murmurs that Mob cases are hard to build. Doggett doesn't think that anyone is trying. "I think this guy Regali is greasing somebody," he says. This gets her attention. "As in bribery?" she asks. No, Moronica, as in really good anal sex. Doggett wonders what else could possibly be going on. Moronica looks thoughtful. "What? What is it?" he asks.