Daytime. Poor dead Bud is lying dead in a Bud-shaped hole in the ground. Moronica and Doggett stare down at him. Doggett's gray suit is just lovely. A TV news van pulls up behind them, cameramen spilling out like clowns from a clown car. "Smile," Moronica hisses. "All of Southern California is watching us scratch our heads in confusion." Doggett looks over his shoulder at the camera crew and just shrugs. "Let's go get some damn answers," he gruffs. Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ah, Doggett, stop it! You're killing me. Ah, thinking any of us are going to get answers! You sweet, naïve man! If only. Doggett and Moronica knock on Oliver's front door. He flings it open and stares at them, somewhat wildly. "I've said all I'm going to say to you people!" he squeals. "You don't like it, go get your warrant!" He slams the door. Doggett and Moronica shrug, and head back into the yard. "He called your bluff," Moronica says, offering that maybe they really can get a warrant. Doggett rolls his eyes. "Yeah," he says. "'Judge, I want to toss the house of a man who makes people magically zoom into the sky. It has something to do with electricity and poltergeists and whatnot.' Yeah, that'll fly," he laughs. I think? That was a shout-out. In the recap of "Scary Monsters," I said: "Doggett thinks they can convince a judge to give them a warrant. I can see it now. 'Your honor, he had dirt on his hands! And his kid thinks a monster killed his cat!' That's totally going to fly." And I say "whatnot" all the time! Don't I? I do! Come on! Shout-out! Right? Right? Oh, shut up and just agree with me. So, Moronica and Doggett are standing in the yard, looking totally lost, when Doggett's cell phone rings. "So, the owner won't talk, huh?" Scully asks. Doggett sputters something about not knowing how she could have known that. "Smile, you're on TV," Scully tells him. Now that she's shed that pesky kid and is free to fly about the country at will, she's decided to come out to Los Angeles to see them. And she's at the L.A. field office with a man she thinks they're both going to want to meet.
Cut to a shot of some film-strip footage from the '70s. A young boy sits in front of a number of multi-colored wooden blocks. According to the filmstrip's voice-over, the boy is "Anthony Vogelman, age eight." The man behind the voice tells the kid to relax: "Relax and focus." The kid sort of nods and stares at the blocks. The footage gets all fuzzy and shorts out. We pull back to reveal Scully, Moronica, and Doggett watching this in a conference room at the field office, accompanied by Dr. Anspaugh, fresh from The Funeral of a Hero over on ER. "My right hand to God," Dr. Anspaugh tells them. "All four blocks rose off the table and spiraled all the way to the ceiling before they fell." Moronica is sorry that he didn't catch that on tape. Dr. Anspaugh rolls his eyes and insists that no one is sorrier than he is. "Whatever phenomenon caused this," he says, "I also believe that it radiated an electromagnetic field strong enough to fog the image." Cue the staring. "Don't be polite. Call me crazy. Everyone else does," he says. "I believe you," Doggett says, pointing out that the kid in the video is their suspect, Oliver Martin. Oh, and he believes now. Yep! With one episode to go, there's no point in having anyone stay skeptical. Scully confirms this, telling them that she went through Mulder's reference books. "Van Nuys, California, 1970. One of the best-documented cases of what was originally thought to be poltergeist activity." Dr. Anspaugh nods, saying that he spent six "astonishing months" with Oliver Martin, né Anthony Vogelman. He tells them that Oliver was as bewildered by his powers as anyone else was, but he was indeed responsible for all the crazy shit that happened around him. "He was psychokinetic," Scully mutters. "Sort of like this other child I used to know. What was his name again? Never mind, it doesn't matter." Dr. Anspaugh nods. "He was the Mozart of psychokenesis," he says. Moronica asks why Oliver and Dr. Anspaugh fell out of touch. Dr. Anspaugh sighs, and explains that Oliver's abilities eventually "faded." The last few months Dr. Anspaugh spent with him, nothing happened. "He lost his power," Scully says. Doggett wonders whether any of this would fly with a judge. Dr. Anspaugh shrugs that the Oliver Martin he knew was just "a lonely little boy," not a crazy-ass nutjob.