Actually, they hop in the car and speed over to Poor Andre's Lab. Andre answers the door, looking a little wild, with a Charles Manson-esque "X" carved in the middle of his forehead. He looks a little bit like Tom Green. He invites Skinner and Doggett inside.
In the lab, Skinner wonders if Andre is always up this late. "It's when I dissect my rats," he explains. "The neighbors can't hear them screaming." I think I dated this guy once. At Skinner and Doggett's blank stares, Andre explains that he's only joking. Okay, then, we didn't go out. Skinner wonders what Tipet wanted to talk to Andre about. Andre is non-communicative, until Skinner informs him that yet another man has died, bringing the grand total to twenty-three. Crazy Jumpy Andre starts up a little table buzz saw thing. He assures the boys that he's not doing anything illegal at the lab -- he's just making hallucinogens for a crazy convicted murderer/cult leader. "Hallucinogens are Tipet's way to the depth of the soul!" Andre whines. "Planes of being that our feeble brain chemistry cannot begin to imagine!" Skinner asks Andre if his little boo-boo is "the mark of the initiated?" Andre doesn't look up. "It's protection," he explains briefly. Doggett wonders aloud if Andre admires or fears Tipet. Andre says nothing. Doggett takes this moment to cuff him. Skinner snatches the batch of drugs Andre was working on, as Andre screams.
Andre is tossed into the slammer, still wailing for his drugs, and moaning not to be left alone. The guards are immune to his pleas. Doggett watches as they lock Andre in, then turns and walks down the hallway. As he walks, he looks as though he feels a little weird, light-headed, or slightly drugged. He sees, on the floor of the prison hallway, bloody footsteps. At the end of the trail of footsteps is Tipet, in the lotus position, third eye in effect, levitating. They stare at one another. I am freaked out, and wake up Exposition to protect me. Doggett looks at Tipet, and then at his own feet, where he notices that the feet tracking blood all over everywhere are his own. The way this scene was photographed is quite amazing, in that Robert Patrick's blue eyes look almost metallic. He stares in terror at Tipet, and then at his own hands. He's holding a severed head. Scully's severed head, specifically, which he drops in complete horror.