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.
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.