A SELF-PROCLAIMED PSYCHIC ON DEATH ROW BARGAINS FOR A COMMUTED SENTENCE WITH THE LIVES
OF TWO KIDNAP VICTIMS, WHILE DANA SCULLY STRUGGLES WITH THE SHOCK OF HER FATHER'S DEATH
AND HER OWN BELIEFS.
Dana Scully's father dies suddenly after a visit, and she is shocked when he appears to
her in a vision. In her newly vulnerable state, she is deeply disturbed by a North
Carolina death row inmate, Luther Lee Boggs, who claims to be able to channel the spirits
of the dead, and is willing to trade information about a kidnapping in exchange for
commutation of his sentence.Mulder thinks the whole scheme is a hoax, but Scully is
troubled by doubt. Her belief in science is further shaken when she follows some of Boggs'
channeled "clues" to a crime scene; Mulder thinks Boggs is orchestrating the
whole kidnapping with an outside accomplice. Yet when Boggs accurately predicts Mulder's
shooting and a chase through an abandoned brewery, Scully must decide how far she is
willing to go to test her faith in science.
Notes
The title refers to the Bobby Darin song Scully's father requested be played at his
funeral. Keep an eye out for Max's NICAP hat ("Fallen Angel") on the hat rack in
the office.
Quotes
Mulder: "Boggs feels that if his talents help save these kids, then his sentence
should be reduced to life in prison."
Scully: "His talents?"
Mulder: "He claims to have obtained this information through psychic
transmission."
Scully: "Mulder, do I detect a hint of skepticism?"
Mulder: "No, no, it was five hours of Boggs' 'channeling'. After three hours I
asked him to summon up the soul of Jimmy Hendrix, and requested 'All Along The
Watchtower'. You know, the guy's been dead twenty years, but he still hasn't lost his
edge."
Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear--not absence of fear. Except a
creature be part coward it is not a compliment to say it is brave; it is merely
a loose misapplication of the word. Consider the flea!--incomparably the
bravest of all the creatures of God, if ignorance of fear were courage.
Whether you are asleep or awake he will attack you, caring nothing for the fact
that in bulk and strength you are to him as are the massed armies of the earth
to a sucking child; he lives both day and night and all days and nights in the
very lap of peril and the immediate presence of death, and yet is no more
afraid than is the man who walks the streets of a city that was threatened by
an earthquake ten centuries before. When we speak of Clive, Nelson, and Putnam
as men who "didn't know what fear was," we ought always to add the flea--and
put him at the head of the procession. Mark Twain, "Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar"