Meat Loaf is standing on the porch looking remarkably shifty. I wouldn't even have opened the door, so shifty does he look. He stutters that he's there to fix the cable. "I don't think so," Adolescent Girl says. Meat Loaf makes a series of really pained faces and turns to go, and AG makes a face like she's sorry she offended this nutball and stops him, saying that maybe her dad called him in. "Dad! Cable guy's here!" she yells, and then stomps back to her phone call. Meat Loaf stands alone in the den and leans heavily on the television. Dad finally comes tripping down the stairs. He looks vaguely like Jack McKay. He's not, but I'm going to call him Jack anyway. It won't be for long. "Help you?" Jack asks. "Problem with your cable?" Meat Loaf grunts. Jack shrugs. He was just watching television upstairs, he says, so he thinks Meat Loaf has the wrong house. "Is that your work order?" asks Jack. "Who called it in?" Meat Loaf stares down at the aforementioned work order. Which is shortly thereafter splashed with blood. He looks up again to see Jack sprawled in a pool of blood on the floor. In the kitchen, Mom and AG have been similarly dispatched, AG's Esprit sweater a calm oasis in this sea of nothingness. ["Hell yeah it is!" -- Wing Chun] Meat Loaf makes a vaguely horrified look right before the cops break down the door. "God Almighty," the first one grouses. He grabs Meat Loaf by the scuff of the neck and tosses him against the wall. "Johnny, check the other room," he yells. Johnny by the way, is our man Doggett, all decked out in an NYPD uniform and cute little hat. "They're all dead," he says slowly. "But we got you," he says to Meat Loaf. "Got you, you bastard!"

Credits. I must say that I would have liked to have seen a brief little flashback of what the rest of our players were doing while Doggett was making this collar. Scully was probably still at Quantico, taking notes on her notes and dreaming of the day when she would be assigned to the FBI's Most Unwanted. Mulder was, I presume, still a profiler in Violent Crimes, racking up massive charges on his Visa calling 976 numbers. Moronica, as we know, was a roadie for the Indigo Girls.