3X04 Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose
Writer: Darin Morgan
Director: David Nutter
Original Broadcast: AU: 06.03.1996 US: 13.10.1995
Episode Availability: DVD: AU CA UK US
Special Agent Dana Scully · Gillian Anderson
Special Agent Fox Mulder · David Duchovny
FBI Photographer · Greg Anderson
Clyde Bruckman · Peter Boyle
The Stupendous Yappi · Jaap Broeker
Detective Cline · Frank Cassini
Puppet · Stu Charno
Tarot Dealer · Alex Diakun
Madame Zelma · Karin Konoval
Detective Havez · Dwight McFee
Mr Gordon · David MacKay
Mrs Lowe · Doris Rands
Store Clerk · Ken Roberts
Sceptical of a famous psychic's predictions regarding the murder of several prognosticators, Mulder instead finds someone who he believes truly can predict the future. Though catching the killer could prove difficult, particularly if the murderer can also see into his future.
Clyde Bruckman: "What the hell is Lollapallooza?"
Store Clerk: "Who's Buddy Holly?"
Puppet: "Don't apologise, you're a better dancer than my last date."
Madame Zelma: "Mister. Please, you're hurting me."
Puppet: "I know, I know, I'm sorry. But you're a fortune teller. You should have seen this coming."
FBI Photographer: "They say the eyes capture the last image a murder victim sees before they're killed."
Detective Cline: "What do they say about the entrails?"
FBI Photographer: "Yuck."
Detective Cline: "You believe in this stuff?" [Tea leaf reading]
Mulder: "I'm not convinced of it's accuracy, but I'm pretty sure the victim was."
Detective Cline: "Why?"
Mulder: "Her leaves were telling her she was about to be murdered."
[The Stupendous Yappi accepts Scully as a believer but asks Mulder to leave because he gives off negative energy]
Scully: [to Mulder] "I can't take you anywhere."
Mulder: "Mr Yappi, read this thought."
The Stupendous Yappi: [reacting as if hit] "So's your old man!"
Detective Cline: "Look, all I know is that so far Yappi has provided more solid concrete leads on this case than you have. Now, if you don't mind, I have to get an APB out. On a white male, 17 to 34, with or without a beard, maybe a tattoo, who's impotent. Let's go."
[Detectives Cline and Havez leave the room]
Scully: "Might as well go home Mulder. This case is as good as solved."
Clyde Bruckman: "Mr Gordon, as a young husband, I think you're going to find that your new responsibilities to your family take precedence over your recreational needs."
Mr Gordon: "But this is a really good boat."
Clyde Bruckman: "You don't get it, do you kid?." [Clyde Bruckman slips into a trance and describes the man's death]
Mr Gordon: "Mister. You really need to work on your closing technique."
Detective Cline: "It's kind of creepy isn't it? The Stupendous Yappi said the first victim's body has been dumped somewhere, then we find it in a dumpster."
Mulder: "Ooh. I just got a chill down my spine."
Clyde Bruckman: "I'm supposed to believe that's a real name?" [Looking at Mulder's badge]
Mulder: "Pinch me."
Scully: "This guy's performing the same routine as the Stupendous Yappi. He's just doing it in a different style."
Mulder: "No. Something told me Scully, something is telling me, this guy's for real."
Scully: "Oh, so now you're psychic?"
Scully: [to Mulder] "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to give off any negative energy."
Clyde Bruckman: "Negative energy. What is it?"
Clyde Bruckman: "Oh, sometimes it... just seems that everyone's having sex except for me."
Clyde Bruckman: "You'll find the woman tomorrow morning... by the fat little white Nazi stormtrooper at Glenview Lake."
Mulder: "Be honest, Scully. Doesn't that propane tank bears more than just a slight resemblance to a fat little white Nazi stormtrooper?"
Scully: "Mulder, the human mind naturally sees meaningful patterns and configurations in things that don't inherently have any. Given the suggestion of a particular image, you can't help but see that shape somewhere. If that tank weren't there, you'd see it in a rock, or in a tree —"
Mulder: "Did you answer my question?"
Scully: "Yes. It looks like a fat little white Nazi stormtrooper, but that only proves my point."
Bruckman's Lotto ticket: 9 13 37 39 41 45
Lotto numbers: 8 12 36 38 40 44
Mulder: "Do you receive any other impressions from it? [A brass ornament of three frogs]
Clyde Bruckman: "It's ugly." [Drops it] "Next."
Clyde Bruckman: "I got it. This is yours. This is from your New York Knicks t-shirt!"
Clyde Bruckman: "This is worse than playing the Lotto."
Mulder: "Is that a hit or a miss?"
Scully: "As far as I know that's correct."
Mulder: "You got all that information just by handling that keychain?"
Clyde Bruckman: "Oh no. I sold him a policy a couple of months ago. Just a coincidence."
Scully: "In any case, we're trying to get a hold of him."
Clyde Bruckman: "Oh, you won't be able to do that. He's been murdered."
Clyde Bruckman: "I know it sounds crazy but I swear it's true. I was a bigger fan of the Big Bopper than Buddy Holly."
Scully: "Where's the body?"
Mulder: "Yeah, Mr Bruckman, I don't understand how you can know that this is the exact area but you can't pinpoint the exact spot."
Clyde Bruckman: "I guess I can't see the forest for the trees."
[Their parked car is stuck in the mud and Mulder gets spattered whilst trying to extract it]
Mulder: "I'm glad I could bring a little smile into your life, Mr Bruckman."
Clyde Bruckman: "I'm not smiling. I'm wincing." [A hand is visible under the car's rear tyre]
Clyde Bruckman: "This came in the mail today."
Scully: "Who's it from?"
Clyde Bruckman: [holds envelope to head] "The killer!"
Scully: "We can't come up with suspects by having visions."
Clyde Bruckman: "Jealous?"
[After hearing Clyde Bruckman's premonition that they would end up in bed together]
Scully: "Mr Bruckman, there are hits and there are misses. And then there are MISSES."
Clyde Bruckman: "I just call them as I see them."
Scully: "All right. So how do I die?"
Clyde Bruckman: "You don't."
Mulder: "Look at this Scully, the lab analysis for the first bit of fibre that was found just came back. It's lace."
Scully: "Chantilly lace?"
Mulder: "You KNOW what I LIKE."
Scully: "Mulder, it's not likely that the killer was wearing anything made out of Chantilly lace at the time of the murders."
Mulder: "Well, what are the odds, the Big Bopper, Chantilly lace."
Mulder: "If coincidences are just coincidences, why do they feel so contrived?"
Scully: "That's one to pose to the psychic philosopher."
Puppet: "There's something I've been wanting to ask you for some time now. You've seen the things I do in the past as well as in the future."
Clyde Bruckman: "They're terrible things."
Puppet: "I know they are. So tell me, please, why have I done them."
Clyde Bruckman: "Don't you understand yet son? Don't you get it?" [Killer shakes his head] "You do the things you do because you're a homicidal maniac."
Puppet: "That... that does explain a lot, doesn't it. It's all starting to make sense now."
Clyde Bruckman: "No. You don't kill me now."
Puppet: "I don't? Why not?"
Clyde Bruckman: "How should I know?"
Mulder: "If my Miss Manners serves me right, that protrusion from his left cornea is a salad fork."
Scully: "It's the bellhop. He's the killer, the bellhop at the hotel." [Scully runs back to the hotel]
Detective Cline: How does she know that?"
Mulder: "Woman's intuition." [Mulder follows Scully]
[Scully shoots the killer in the chest]
Puppet: "Hey, that's not the way it's supposed to happen..."
[Scully rushes to Mulder's side]
Mulder: "How'd you know where to find us?"
Scully: "I didn't. I got in the service elevator by mistake."
Mulder: "Thank heaven for happenstance."