Back on the gritty, gritty city street, the bum is panhandling again. Along comes Tipet, complete with third eye. As the homeless man gets up to run away, the cement beneath his feet turns to quicksand, swiftly submerging him up to his neck. As the homeless man screams, Tipet swings his scythe.
I know this isn't a really popular sentiment around here, but I think Matt Damon looks hot, hot, hot in All the Pretty Horses, and, indeed, I've secretly had the hots for him since I was blinded by his abs in Good Will H--. Hang on, my phone is ringing.
Ahem, okay: please note that this sentiment is not reflective of the opinions of the staff or editors of Mighty Big TV, and is not in any way sanctioned or endorsed by those persons. Also, I'm fired. ["That's damn right." -- Wing Chun]
4:07 AM. Doggett stares at Tipet's file thoughtfully. A knock at the door reveals Walter Skinner, who bursts manfully into the living room, proclaiming that they may have stumbled upon a break. Skinner tells Doggett what happened to the homeless man, as Exposition waves his hand half-heartedly in air. Although a man fitting Tipet's description was IDed at the scene of the crime earlier, he left no physical evidence tying him to the murder. Doggett snorts that he can't believe that it's Tipet's spirit going around hacking people to death. Skinner sits down, as Doggett sputters that it's kind of crazy to think that a man can find God by killing people. Skinner just looks at him. Doggett informs him, for, like, the twelve thousandth time, that unlike Mulder and Scully, he needs facts, yada yada, now who's the skepticcakes yadda. Skinner hands Doggett the phone records from the pay phone, which indicate that a call was made to one Andre Bour-something or other (I'd check on the spelling, except for the fact that I've BEEN FIRED), a convicted drug dealer who did time in the Big House with Tipet. Skinner husks that it's a DC area code. He and Doggett stare soulfully at one another. They mack, Sci-Fi gay porn style.