Season 1 Episode 2

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Episode 2 – Zen, or the Skill to Catch a Killer

Episode 2 continues the story in narrative format. Like always, I’ve tried to stay as close to the original story as possible, adding a few things here and there. The major change in Ep 2 includes the combination of the European pilot with Coop’s dream, so things are more consistent with what Coop tells Truman and Lucy the next morning. Let me know if you find any factual things that are wrong. Enjoy.

Standing up on the top of the spiral stairs, Audrey Horne stared down from the top looking at her brother laying on the floor, his legs underneath him, his head turned to the side, and his Indian headset laying a foot away. He looked up at her and started balling, his eyes staring up at the little Audrey Horne who only smiled and pointed.

From downstairs she heard a voice scream, “JOHNNY!!” and her mother ran to her son as the boy screamed and hollered, his left leg broken and a large knot on his head.

Sylvia looked up the stairs to her dauther. “Audrey Horne! Get your ass down here now!!”

Audrey looked over at her mother and then ran away, her laughter disappearing into the hallway as she ran to her secret hiding place, a small opening in the wall next to her father’s office. No one ever found her there and it wasn’t until the next morning that Audrey poked her head out, checked to make sure the coast was cleared. She darted down the hallway and turned the corner. She slammed directly into her father, bouncing back on her butt. She looked up and smiled at him cautiously. “Hi daddy.”

Ben Horne leaned down and grabbed hold of his daughter’s shirt. He dragged her to his office while Audrey Horne screamed and kicked.

Sylvia sat at the end of the table on Saturday night, her husband at the far side, her daughter on her left and her son on her right. Johnny sat Indian style in the small chair, the large Indian headset sitting on top of his head. He rocked back and forth making small noises as he played with his food. The other three in the room would glance at Johnny at times, and Sylvia sat there fuming, like she did most of the times at dinner, mad at Ben for something, and mad at Audrey for that Thursday afternoon where with a single push at Johnny’s back, she changed their entire family’s life.

She cleaned her mouth with a napkin as Ben cut his steak. The silence of the room was broken with Jerry Horne throwing the door open and throwing his hands out, a big smile across his face. He turned back into the hallway. “No, no, no, not in my room, in here! IN HERE!” he yelled at the Great Northern bellhops who were carrying his luggage.

“Jerry, back from Paris,” Ben said.

“Ben, what a nightmare!” He turned to the bellhops who have entered the room and pointed down on the floor. “Right there! NO NO, right THERE! What is with you guys?!! I’ve got a sandwich in there and I want all those bags opened. We’re looking till we find it!” He threw his jacket back on a chair behind the luggage.

The bellhops began looking, opening all the bags, and scattering pieces of clothing on the floor. As they searched, Jerry moved Audrey and leaned down. “Hey Audrey, Uncle Jerry’s back!” He stood, not receiving a response and cautiously turned to Sylvia.

Their relationship had been a rocky one since they had originally met on one November night when Ben brought her home to met mom and dad. Jerry made some wisecrack remark about her weight that neither could remember, but from that moment on, tension between the two had always been strong.

“Sylvia!” he leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.

Repulsed by Jerry, she turned away and toward her husband. “Benjamin!”

Across the table, Ben picked up his drink and quietly took another swallow.

Jerry moved back and turned to see one of the bellhops picking up the sandwich. “Oh..oh…oh…okay…” He handed them a few dollars and then said, “Gone…goodbye…” The young men turned and exited the door as Jerry walked to the table and laid out the large sandwiches on the table.

He picked one up and started to unroll it. “Brother Ben, this is the best dam sandwich I ever ate. It’s a baguette, with brie and butter. I had four of these damn things every day I was there. You gotta try this.”

Ben’s eyes lit up as he looked across the table at the sandwich. He waved his brother over and Jerry handed him the sandwich. “Here. Go ahead, eat it. Go ahead…go ahead,” he said excitedly, bouncing back to the stack of sandwiches. He unrolled himself one as Ben sniffed the food and said, “Oh, yeah.”

Ben took one side of the sandwich, and bit into the bread. Overjoyed, Ben said, “Mmmmm…” with a slight bit of laughter in his voice. He took another bite, this time larger while Jerry sat down at the blazing fireplace.

“Uhm, this is incredible, Jerr.” He took another bite, this time even bigger. Sylvia shook her head, embarrassed. She covered her eyes as the two men talked between themselves.

“You know what this reminds us of,” Ben said.

“Mmm?” his brother asked.

With his mouth food, Ben barely got out the words, “Remember when we were kids.”

“Mm.” Jerry took another bite.

“It reminds us of Jeanne and Jenny down by the river. Do you remember? Hmm?”

For a split second Jerry had to search his memory banks but then pulled up a steamy picnic when the two boys were in high school. They had taken Jenny and Jeanne out to Pearl Lakes for a picnic high up in the mountains. They found a nice out of the way spot where they laid out a blanket and started eating sandwiches the girls had made for the picnic. They had been delicious and soon led to something even more delicious. They pulled out a few bottles of alcohol and before long, the four teens were skinny dipping in the lake.

“My God, you’re right!”

Ben replied, “Am I right? Am I right? Hmmm?”

Jerry laughed. “No wonder.”

Still enjoying the sandwich, his mind racing with memories of that day on Pearl Lakes. “Hmm…hmmm” he said again about the sandwiches. He took in a deep breath and then waved for his brother to follow him. “Jerr, outside, outside.”

Still enjoying the sandwich, Ben stood and turned to his family. Sarcastically, he said, “Always a pleasure.”

He followed his brother out of the double doors and into the hallway as Sylvia threw her napkin on the table and shook her head in her hands. Next to her, Johnny made quiet plane noises with his lips.

The private residential area of the Great Northern that contained the family’s rooms and also Ben’s office was quiet tonight. Most staff tried to stay away from this area or they would have to endure the anger of their boss or his brother. Tonight, the two men walked to the corner and then stopped, Jerry still eating on his sandwich. Behind them was a painting of two men working near a lake, sawing wood.

Ben took a breath and broke the bad news to his brother. “Leland’s daughter was murdered and the Norwegians left.”

Jerry looked at his brother, his eyes wide. Suddenly, the sandwich was not tasting as good now. “Did they sign?”

“The deal’s off.”

Jerry lowered his sandwich and let out a sigh. He shook his head twice and then sighed again, this time much larger. “We had those Vikings by the horns. What happened?!”

“We’re not a hundred percent sure. They took the translator with ’em.”

Jerry sighed again and then returned to Ben’s first comment, now realizing what he had said. “Did you say Leland’s daughter was murdered?”

“Yes.”

Sighing again, he looked at his sandwich. He was not hungry at all anymore. “I’m depressed.”

“I can fix that.” Ben leaned closer to his brother. “There’s a new girl at One-Eyed Jack’s, freshly scented…from the perfume counter. And you, brother, Jerry, have a fifty-fifty chance of being first in line.”

They both laugh and then Jerry said, “I like those odds. All work and no play make Ben and Jerry dull boys.”

“That’s right.”

“Let’s jump in the boat!” Jerry put his glasses down and the two men exited the hallway.

While Ben and Jerry took the boat to One-Eyed Jack’s on the Canadian side, Donna and James sat on the couch finishing up dessert. Donna’s parents were also in the room.

“That’s great huckleberry pie, Mrs. Hayward,” James told Eileen.

“Thank you James.”

Leaning up from the couch, Mr. Hayward said, “Well, Mrs. Hayward and I are going to say goodnight, James.”

“Good night, James,” Donna’s mother said.

“Good night,” he replied.

“Good night, dear,” she told her daughter.

“Good night, Mom.” There was a slight pause as William stood there trying to decide if she should leave his daughter and this boy in the living room together without supervision. “Uh, don’t worry about the dishes. I’ll clean up,” Donna told her mother.

“Okay.”

Eileen steered her wheelchair out of the living room. Mr. Hayward started to follow and then turned around. “Are you…uh, coming to church with us in the morning, Donna?”

She looked up at her father. “Yes.”

Still hesitant, still not sure. “Nine o’clock sharp.”

“Okay.”

Still hesitant, he looked over at James. “Good night, James.”

“Good night, sir.”

Still unsure, William slowly left the room, leaving Donna and James alone, afraid of what they might end up doing downstairs when the lights were off after he and his wife had gone to bed. As he went to meet up with his wife, he thought to himself, Why couldn’t we have had boys?

Just before midnight, the boat pulled up into the dock at One-Eyed Jack’s and Jerry and Ben exited. On the dock stood a woman dressed in a skimpy sailor uniform. Just a few feet away up on the shore stood the One-Eyed Jack’s neon sign with a blinking J.

The sailor waved at Ben and he replied, “Hi Sailor!”

“Good evening, Mr. Horne,” she told him as he walked over to her and took her arms. He started rubbing her elbows looking up and down her body, his eyes focusing the longest on her pushed-up breasts.

Jerry walked up. “Now, Ben, we’re not gonna go into the casino first, are we?”

“Jerr, I didn’t come to lose my shirt, I just came to take it off.”

Jerry smiled and laughed. “Yeah.”

As the two men walked up the steps to the building, the brunette bartender wearing a red outfit listened over the phone. “Kim, the Horne brothers are here.”

“I’ll tell Blackie,” the bartender said. She hung up the phone and then pressed a button on the bar that made a small buzzing sound as the two brothers entered through a door and walked up a short flight of stairs into the bar.

In the middle of the bar was a pool table, all ready to be played, the balls set up ready to be broken. Above the table was a large lamp made out of fake antlers. The floor was hardwood and was covered in miscellaneous rugs. In the corner of the room, opposite of the table was a door and a couch. Just slightly to the side was a fireplace. Across from the pool table was the bar, with the woman standing behind.

As the men walked in, Jerry said, “Yodehlaayeehoo.”

They walked to the bar and Jerry sat down as Ben glanced over at the pool table thinking about rolling the cue ball into the side pocket.

“Sweetheart, I’d like to order two drinks, one double scotch on the rocks and my brother…” Jerry placed a hand on his brother’s arm. “…would like a double scotch on the rocks.”

“That’s two double scotch on the rocks?” the woman asked.

Smiling big, Jerry replied, “Next stop, rocket science.”

Ben turned around and announced his brother’s name. Jerry flipped around on the stool to see a set of women, all wearing sexy lingerie. They lined up into two lines from the red draped door in the corner of the room, standing on a red carpet. Once all the women lined up, from the middle came a dark haired woman wearing a full black dress.

Ben smiled. “Aaaahhh….Blackie!” He stretched his hands out to her as they met each other next to the pool table.

“Benjamin,” she said seductively.

Ben took her right hand and then kissed it. He then started to recite, “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate.” Blackie smiled at Ben as Jerry rolled his eyes, bored, turning to the bartender. He moved around Blackie, holding her tight. “Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May and every fair from fair sometimes declines. By chance or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d. But thy eternal summer shall not fade. Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest, nor shall death brag…”

Tired of this long scene, Jerry stood and interrupted. “Where’s the new girl?”

Blackie looked at Jerry and touched the under side of his chin with her finger. She then turned toward the door and the set of women in two lines. “When you really want love…you’ll find it waiting for you.”

The curtained door parted and in walked the new girl. Blonde with too much makeup and bright red lipstick, she waltzed into the room without much grace. She put most of her weight on her left leg, and looked over to the two men in the bar.

Ben and Jerry smiled and the younger brother removed a quarter from his pocket. He threw into the air as his brother called heads. He caught it and then flipped it over in his hand. It was heads.

“Ahhaaa,” Ben said, pointing at his brother, Jerry sighed, now upset that he didn’t win.

Ben hugged Blackie and kissed her on the forehead, and then walked away. She leaned up against the pool table, Jerry still sighing, now frustrated.

As Ben walked up to the curtained door and the new girl, she shuffled on her feet, unsure of herself and what was about to happen. She raised her hand to adjust her necklace, trying to find something to do. She then placed her right hand on the wall next to her, still trying to look and act sexy, but her face was giving her away. But Ben never noticed the disgust and the forced smile.

He pulled back the curtain a little more and then raised his hand to her. She took it and they walked into the back and past the red drapes.

Back at the bar, Jerry sighed and Blackie put her arm around him.

“Come on, we’ll take care of you Jerry,” she said and they sat down at the bar.

He looked up at the bartender and said simply, “Well.” He took a swallow of his scotch and waited his turn with the new girl. At least he would be second in line.

Back in the United States, the Hayward grandfather clock struck midnight. James and Donna sat in the darkness of the living room looking into each other’s eyes.

“Donna, I don’t think that what we’re feeling or doing is wrong.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s the truth. Because I think it would have turned out this way anyway.”

“You do?”

“Yes. I remember a time in school, in the hall, we were suddenly alone and we looked at each other.” Donna thought back to the day he had just mentioned. “I almost told you I loved you then.”

“It’s true.”

“It is true, isn’t it?” he said.

“Oh, James.” She placed her hand on his cheek. “I guess because of Laura, I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t even let myself think it.”

“Me too.”

She leaned in and kissed the biker.

Donna asked, “Are we going to be together James? Are we?”

They kissed again.

“Are we James?”

He moved toward her, pushing on her slightly and she followed his lead. They laid down on the couch, lost in each other’s arms. In the bathroom, Doctor Hayward wondered what was going on just a few feet away.

Up at the Great Northern, Dale Cooper entered his room and walked to the end of the short hallway. He looked around, his trench coat in his arms. He then took out his whistle and gave it two strong blows. Pleased by the sound, he smiled and raised his arm up toward his face, much like a band member might do while performing.

That’s when the phone rang. He walked across the room and picked it up.

“Special Agent Dale Cooper.”

Over the phone line, Cooper heard, “Hello, it’s Hawk.”

“Hey, Hawk. How’s Ronette Pulaski?” Cooper sat on the edge of the bed.

“Body and spirit are still far apart.”

“What did you find out from her parents?”

“Ronette recently quit her job at the perfume counter of Horne’s Department Store. Everything else is quiet except this afternoon there was a one-armed man snooping around intensive care.”

Cooper stood up, remembering the elevator ride on his first day in Twin Peaks. “A one-armed man?”

“Left,” Hawk replied referring to what arm was missing.

“Did you question him?”

“Negative. I pursued, but he got away.”

“Maintain an around the clock watch on Ronette and we’ll speak in the morning.”

Suddenly there was a knock at his door and he turned to it. He lowered the phone back to its base and walked over to the door. As the door came into view, he noticed a piece of paper just on the inside of his room. He knelt down and picked it up. He then stood back up and opened his door, looking into the hallway. There was no one around.

He walked back into the room, opening the note that read “Jack With One Eye” and was written in cursive. He lifted it to his nose and took a sniff. A small smile crept onto his face as he recognized the perfume.

Walking out in the dark woods, Bobby and Mike were looking for a specific tree with a large hole at the base of it. With them, Mike carried a switchblade and Bobby carried the flashlight. The flashlight bounced around the woods, trees casting shadows in different directions. It was a quiet night tonight and the moon was covered with clouds. Only the beam from the flashlight was showing them the path. One small wrong turn could have them lost for hours.

Luckily the tree was not far from the car. They walked up to it, scanning around the woods.

Bobby leaned down and stuck his hand inside. “Supposed to leave it in this stupid football.” Bobby pulled out a football covered in dirt and leaves.

“Is it in there?” Mike asked while Bobby opened it up.

“Not all of it,” Bobby said, his voice filled with disappointment.

From a nearby tree, there was a click and a light as Leo said, “Cash on delivery, Bobby.” He was pointing the light up directly under his face, casting ghostly shadows around his eyes and nose. He then turned it toward them and made his way to the two boys. As he walked over both of the boys noticed a large shotgun in his left hand.

Mike whispered, “He’s got a gun.”

Now standing up, Bobby said, “Hey, Leo.” Mike placed his hands into his jacket pocket and said, “Hey.”

Now facing Bobby, Leo shone the light into Bobby’s chest. In the corner of his eye, Bobby suddenly saw a slight movement behind a tree. He couldn’t make it out, but he could tell that the person was wearing a black trench coat and what looked to be a black mask.

“Who’s that? Is there someone with you?” he asked.

“Never mind, toss it over here, quarterback.”

He dropped the ball in front of Leo’s feet. “It’s empty,” Bobby told him.

“Is that right? Weren’t you supposed to leave something in there for me?”

Bobby held up the bag of cocaine. “This barely covers what we paid for. Where’s the rest?”

“Where’s the rest of the money?” Leo replied.

Mike was hesitant, but he answered, “There’s a…there’s a problem.”

Leo turned the light on Mike. “Problem?” He moved the light back to Bobby.

“Laura had the other half in her safety deposit box.”

“You think you got problems?” Leo asked, obvious anger in his voice.

“We can get it, Leo, just wait till everything settles down,” Bobby pleaded with Leo.

“You punks owe me ten grand! Leo needs a new pair of shoes!” He put the light on his feet and then back up to Bobby. Just a few days before when Laura was alive, it had been $5000. The night Laura died, Bobby had met up with Leo to pay some of his debt, including to pay for this current shipment. But now they were out of luck since $10,000 were sitting in Laura’s safety deposit box.

“Okay,” Bobby said. “We don’t take delivery on the drugs until you get the cash.”

“Do I look like a bank?” Leo barked back.

“I appreciate your position, but this thing with Laura, how could I anticipate that kind of thing.”

Leo grabbed Bobby by the jacket. “Hey man, Laura was a wild girl.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Maybe. Someday.”

From the corner of his Leo noticed Mike slightly move his hand in his pocket. “Take your hand out of your pocket, Mike.” He turned the light onto the kid. Mike slowly removed his hands.

“What is your problem, Leo?” Bobby asked.

Leo moves the light to his own face this time. “Problem? You want to know about problems?”

“Okay.”

“You’re on the road, driving back and forth, gone for days. You get back and guess what?”

“What?”

“You find out your old lady’s been givin’ it away.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Steppin’ out in your own damn bedroom. That’s a problem.”

“Yeah I guess so. I guess it is,” Bobby said, Leo casting the light on his face now. The illumination from the side of the flashlight lit up Leo’s face in an eerie reddish color. “Do you know who?”

“A man needs a clean house.”

“Sure yeah…so do you know who?” Bobby probed again.

“I’ll take care of it,” Leo said flashing the light back at Mike.

“Sure you will, man, and this other thing, hell, we’ll take care of that, don’t you worry about that. We’ll get the cash, and everything’ll be square.”

Leo moved the light to his own face again, laughing. He paused for sometime, staring at Bobby, the light casting shadows on his face like some demon. Then he said flatly, “Go out for a pass.”

“What?”

Leo dropped the light and pumped the shotgun to load it. He pointed it at Bobby.

The two boys look at the gun-welding Leo Johnson, their hearts beating.

“Go out for a pass.”

“Geez, just leave!” Mike told Bobby.

“Okay, Leo,” Bobby said, leaning down to pick up his flashlight.

“Run!” Leo yelled.

“Take it easy!” Mike replied.

“RUN!!”

At the same time, the boys said, “Okay, take it easy, man. Take it easy.”

“RUN!!” Leo yelled and the boys took off through the woods back to the car, the light moving back and forth along the non-existent trail. They quickly came upon the car, Bobby in the lead. Bobby ran around the driver’s side of the car as the deflated football went banging on the hood of the car, scaring the two boys. Bobby put the light on the hood, looking at the ball.

Mike looked up at his friend, “Damn it! I’m done, Bobby!”

Let’s get the hell out of here!” Bobby called back as they jumped in the car, speeding away, the football rolling off the hood and landing in the grass.

MORNING – SUNDAY

Hands greasy, Big Ed Hurley walked into the house, trying to silently bypass his wife who was exercising in the living room with his exercise rower. Trying to get through the house without being noticed, he watched his wife rowing back and forth, never noticing the drape runners and cotton balls laying on the floor on top of a stack of books.

His feet trip over them and grease from his hands drop onto some of the cotton balls on the floor.

Nadine heard the sound and turned to look at her husband. “ED!!”

“I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t see it there.”

“You stepped on my drape runner!!”

“Well, honey, it was right out in the middle of the floor,” Big Ed replied, his hands up in the air, hoping that he wouldn’t drip anything on the carpet.

“You think that’s an accident! I laid those out there myself! I was up all night working on that invention. I’m going to have the world’s first 100% quiet runner!”

“Well, I’m really sorry Nadine,” Ed told her.

“Ed, you make me sick!!” She turned back to exercising, starting to row again. She rowed twice and then on the third time, she pushed back on the metal oars bending them back to the floor, anger erupting inside her.

In the kitchen, Ed looked out the window, trying to ignore the sound of his wife, wishing that he hadn’t actually married Nadine.

The birds were chirping and the sun was up on this early Sunday morning. Behind the Sheriff’s Station, Dale Cooper was leading the rest of the group in a small exercise to help find the killer of Laura Palmer. That morning, Andy and Hawk had rolled a chalk board outside and setup a small table of coffee and donuts. Now, Lucy held the end of a measuring tape to her nose while Hawk and Truman measured out toward a stump with a bottle on top. At the board, Dale Cooper wrote names with the chalk, all having the letter J in the name. In his left hand, he held a blue coffee cup with black hot coffee.

From the stump with the bottle, Truman yelled, “That’s it! Exactly 60 feet, 6 inches.”

Cooper turned. “Perfect!”

Hawk leaned to his boss, asking, “What do you think he’s up to?”

Truman shook his head. “It beats me.”

Hawk and Truman walk back to the board as Andy asked, “Where do you want these rocks?”

Cooper points at the ground, “Put them right down there by the donuts, Deputy.”

Andy does so as Lucy picked up the coffee pot.

“Anyone for a warm-up?”

All together, the cops say, “Ahh,” “yeah,” “please”…”thanks”…”you bet” and “thanks Lucy.”

They all move their cups toward Lucy and she filled up Cooper’s first. He took a large gulp and then spat it out on the ground. They all look at him surprised.

“Damn good coffee!! AND HOT!!” He then changed gears. “Would everyone please take a seat.”

Lucy, Hawk, Truman and Andy take a seat on four folding chairs facing the blackboard while he pulled out a pointer from his coat pocket and expanded it.

Cooper turned to the group and began. “By way of explaining what we’re about to do, I’m going to first talk to you a little bit about the country called Tibet.” Cooper flipped the blackboard over, showing a large map of the country, while the group lean forward in their chairs.

“An extremely spiritual country, for centuries the leader of Tibet has been known as the Dalai Lama. In 1950, Communist China invaded Tibet and while leaving the Dalai Lama nominally in charge, they in fact seized control of the entire country. In 1959, after a Tibetan uprising against the Chinese, the Dalai Lama was forced to flee to India for his life, and has lived in exile ever since.”

Cooper collapsed the pointer and then continued. “Following a dream I had three years ago, I have become deeply moved by the plight of the Tibetan people, and filled with a desire to help them. I also awoke from the same dream realizing that I had subconsciously gained knowledge of a deductive technique, involving mind-body coordination operating hand-in-hand with the deepest level of intuition.”

The group sit there completely intrigued, yet completely lost.

“Sheriff, Deputy Hawk, if you will please assist me. I will now demonstrate.”

The men look at each other and then stand up. Cooper flipped the blackboard back over to what he had written and then expanded his pointer again. “You will recall that on the day of her death, Laura Palmer wrote the following entry in her diary.” He pointed to the sentence on the blackboard. “Nervous about meeting ‘J’ tonight. Today, we’re going to concentrate on the J’s.”

He circled the J with his chalk and then said, “Harry, when I give the word, would you please read aloud each of the names I’ve written on the blackboard.

Truman answered, “Okey-doke.”

He then turned. “Deputy Hawk, stand over here.” He pointed toward the bucket on the ground. “And hold this bucket of rocks up near me where I can get at them. Would you please put on the kitchen mittens?” Without question, but with a strange look, Hawk did so.

“Deputy Andy, move down, stand by the bottle.”

Andy stood up and walked past the donut table and then by the bottle.

“Lucy, take this piece of chalk.” Lucy stood as Cooper looked out toward Andy. “Not too near, Andy!!”

Andy smiled and moved further away.

Lucy took the chalk from the agent and then said, “Oh, I’m getting excited.”

“And if I should strike the bottle after Sheriff Truman says a particular name, make a check to the right of that name.” He turned to Truman. “Oh, Sheriff, I almost forgot. When you say the name, also briefly state that person’s relationship to Laura Palmer. Ready?”

Lucy and Andy both say they are ready.

Cooper picked up a rock and held it in his hand as Truman announced the first name. “James Hurley…secret boyfriend.”

Cooper imagined the face of James in his mind as he whispered his name. He then wound up his arm and threw the rock toward the bottle. It struck a stump to the right of the one with the bottle.

Lucy looked at the board, the chalk and then out at the bottle, somewhat lost.

“Josie Packard…was instructed in English by Laura,” Truman said.

Cooper repeated the name, imagining the face, and then threw the rock. This time it hit near the upper portion of the stump with the bottle.

Lucy spoke up this time. “So there’s no check next to either of these names?”

“That’s correct. Please continue,” Cooper said, still trying to concentrate.


“Dr. Lawrence Jacoby…Laura’s psychiatrist.”

Cooper repeated the name, imagined the doctor, and then threw the rock. The rock struck the bottle but it didn’t break.

Lucy jumped up and down, clapping her hands. “You did it! You hit it!”

He turned to the secretary. “Lucy, make a note that the bottle was struck but did not break, very important.” He turned to the deputy 60 feet away. “Andy, put that bottle back exactly where it was!”

Lucy and Andy both follow the directions as Cooper nodded to Truman.

“Johnny Horne…Laura was his special educated tutor.”

Cooper repeated the name and then threw the rock. It hit hard against a fifty-gallon trash can under a tree. He grabbed another rock and nodded to Truman.

“Norma Jennings…she helped Laura organize the Meals on Wheels program.”

“Norma Jennings….” He threw it again and it struck dirt in front of the stump.

“Shelly Johnson…waitress at diner, friend.”

Cooper threw the rock again. This time it ricocheted off a tree and bounced back at Andy hitting him directly in the forehead. The deputy stumbled back, grabbing his head as he suddenly saw stars, the pain pounding in his head.

“Sorry, Andy!” Cooper called.

“Sweetie?” Lucy asked.

Immediately, Andy replied, “It didn’t hurt. It didn’t hurt a bit!” He of course was lying. He could feel tears forming in his eyes.

Truman smiled and then called, “Where there’s no sense, there’s no feeling, Andy!!”

The deputy laughed as he tried to shake the stars spinning in his mind.

Cooper picked up another rock as Truman stepped forward and took him to the side.

“Coop, tell me. The idea for all this really came from a dream?”

Cooper smiled. “Yes, it did.”

Truman smiled just slightly and shook Cooper’s shoulder, almost wanting to laugh, but he held it back. The two men walked back to the board and Truman called the next name, unsure of who it was. “Jack…with one eye?”

“Maybe it’s the letter I, but there’s no I in Jack,” Lucy said.

“I think perhaps it means he only had one eye, Lucy,” Cooper replied.

“Sounds like…uh Nadine, Big Ed Hurley’s wife,” Hawk told the group.

Truman shook his head. “No, no, no. There’s a casino up north called One-Eyed Jack’s across the border on the Canadian side.”

“That’s it! We’re gonna have to go up there and check that place out!” Cooper told them.

“Okay,” Truman replied.

“Agent Cooper,” Lucy continued, “I’m going to erase this because it’s a place and not a person. Actually, maybe the person could be in the place. So should I erase it?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, a person could be in the place, or yes, I should erase it.”

Truman shook his head at the secretary. “Lucy…”

Cooper raised his hand. “Erase it, Lucy. Next name, Harry.”

“Leo Johnson…husband of Shelly…drives a truck…connection with Laura…” Truman looked at Hawk, who only shrugged. “…unknown…”

Cooper repeated the name and wound up his arm. He threw the rock at the bottle. It flew through the air and struck the bottle…this time it shattered!

Lucy jumped up and down with excitement, writing a check next to Leo’s name. Cooper stared ahead at the broken bottle, knowing that he was one step closer.

Shelly sat on the edge of the dining room table watching the most popular soap opera in the tri-county area: Invitation to Love. She walked up to the TV to turn it off wearing only a robe and a white T-shirt underneath.

“Each day brings a new beginning and every hour holds a promise of an invitation to love…” the announcer said as picture zoomed into a card with the title of the soap written in script.

Shelly turned the TV off with the remote, saying, “Right…”

Her face bruised from the beating last night with Leo, she looked at the picture on top of the TV. Why did I ever marry this creep? she thought to herself, thinking how stupid she was, overcome with so-called love. So naive.

There was a quick knock at the door, and Shelly turned. She walked over, having a feeling she knew exactly who it was.

“Who is it?” she called.

“Hey Baby! It’s the big bad bobcat!” Bobby yelled from outside.

“Are you crazy?! What are you doing here?!”

“I just passed Leo!! He started to diesel up out North. We got at least twenty minutes.”

Shelly whispered to herself, thinking about her face. “Oh God.” Then to Bobby: “Where’s your car?”

“Parked in the woods. Come on, open-says-me. Somebody might see me out here and that’d be worse.”

She shook her head, trying to decide what to do – open the door, keep it closed? Finally, Shelly decided to partially open the door, hiding behind it. As she did, Bobby pushed on it just slightly, trying to look in.

“Bobby, you cannot come by here like this. We can’t see each other for a while.”

Bobby pushed his hand through the opening and then pushed on the door. Shelly spun around, releasing the door, and trying to cover her face. He grabbed her from behind and slowly moved her around. He immediately noticed the bruises.

“What the hell happened to you?”

“Leo Johnson happened to me.” She turned around again.

“That bastard! Come here!” He grabbed her and turned her back ground. She pushed away.

“Bobby, if he finds out about us, he is going to kill you. He’ll kill us both.”

Bobby moved to his secret girlfriend and placed his hands on the side of her face. “If he ever does this to you again, I’ll kill him. I mean it!” Bobby threatened. He started to lean in.

Shelly whispered his name, fear in her voice, and then they kissed. At first, Shelly was still too nervous and didn’t respond, but the longer Bobby kissed her, the more she wanted him. After a few seconds, she kissed him back.

In downtown Twin Peaks, Norma Jennings stared at the bar of the Double R Diner, leaning against the large counter in the middle behind the bar that held much of the diner’s refrigerated boxes, ice cream machine and much more.

The jukebox was playing some country song as Big Ed Hurley walked into the door. She turned to him and smiled. He stopped in the middle of the diner and waved. He then said, “Cup of coffee!!!”

She turned around to pour him some coffee as he moved to the stools nearest to where she was standing. He removed his jacket and placed it on the stool next to him, and then he sat down. She then placed a cup of coffee in front of him and she leaned down, smiling at her true love. He shook his head and said, “It’s not the first time, it won’t be the last…but I’m in that dog house again.”

“What happened this time?” Norma asked.

“Well, I popped a grease gun, stepped on a drape runner and all hell broke loose.”

“I ran into Nadine in the hardware store, that’s all she talked about were those drape runners.”

“She’s got one big bee in her bonnet.”

Norma laughed and then touched his forehead where the bandage was located. “Young Bobby sure gave me a good one didn’t he?” he asked her.

“Mm-hmm.” She smiled at him.

After church, the Haywards went to the Double R Diner for lunch. They were sitting in the far corner of the diner when Audrey Horne came through the front door and turned to the left to the jukebox. At the table, Eileen motioned toward the front door and said in a condescending tone, “Little Audrey Horne just walked in.”

Dr. Hayward turned to look. “Yeah, saw her at church. I wonder what she’s doing down here,” he said.

Audrey placed a coin in the box and chose some music to listen to. Audrey moved to the counter as Norma walked up.

“Hi Audrey.”

“Hi Norma. Could I have a cup of coffee please?”

“Sure.”

Norma walked off to get the coffee as Audrey sat there listening to the music. She glanced over at Donna, and their eyes met. William Hayward said to his wife, “Remind me to stop at the hardware store and get those sixty watt bulbs.”

She nodded, as Donna continued to watch Audrey.

Norma placed the cup of coffee on the counter, then poured the coffee. Audrey said, “Thanks.”

Norma nodded and then walked off. Audrey took a sip of the coffee and then placed it down, glancing back at the girl in the corner booth.

Donna turned to her parents and said, “I’m going to say hi.”

Eileen smiled and as Donna moved away, she scowled only slightly, giving Donna a careful look, curious of what happened the night before with James, knowing full well what had happened between her and ….

Donna Hayward crossed to the bar from the table and sat down next to Audrey. “Hi.”

“Hi Donna.”

“So my parents said they saw you at church today. I didn’t see you.”

“Yeah, I came by because of Laura.”

“What do you mean? I didn’t even think you liked her.”

“There were things about Laura I didn’t like, but she did help take care of my brother Johnny. Guess I sort of loved her for that.” She ran her fingers around the rim of her coffee cup, staring down into it. She then changed subjects. “Do you like coffee?”

“Yeah…with cream and sugar.”

Audrey turned to Donna, a smile across her face, stars in her eyes. “Agent Cooper loves coffee.”

Donna smiled back, “Audrey…”

They giggle together.

“But Agent Cooper likes his coffee black.” She continued to run her fingers along the cup. After a few seconds, she said, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Did Laura ever talk about my father?”

“What do you mean?”

Audrey turned away. “Nothing.”

“No, what do you mean?”

Reluctantly, Audrey said, “He used to sing to her.” Her mind changed gears again as she listened to the music in the diner. She looked over to the jukebox. “God, I love this music.” She then turned back to Donna. “Isn’t it too dreamy?”

Audrey stood up and walked to the open area in the diner near the front door. She then started to move slowly to the music. Her hips moving back and forth seductively to the beat. Eileen Hayward noticed Audrey’s movements and scowled, darting her head, getting her husband’s attention. He turned to watch. Donna watched her carefully unsure of the dancing girl, as she moved to the music, lost in her own little world.

In the conference room of the Sheriff Station, Agent Cooper and Sheriff Truman sat at the table looking over Laura Palmer’s crime files.

“Can you believe this? Hawk found this half mile down the tracks from the crime site.” Hawk handed over a closed baggie.

With tweezers, Cooper pulled out a white towel with blood all over it. He spread it out on the table. “Oh, that’s a nasty piece of work.”

In the foyer, three men all dressed in suits came barging into the station. In the lead was a close-cut and well-shaven man who walked up to Lucy’s desk. He pulled his glasses off as Lucy looked up from her book on Tibet.

“Tell Agent Cooper that Albert and his team are here,” he said bluntly.

“Albert?” Lucy asked, closing the book.

“A-L-B-E-R-T.” He spelled out. “Are we going to have to stand here all afternoon?” he asked her.

“No,” she replied, her hand moving to the intercom switch.

“Albert Rosenfield. R-O-S-E-N-F-I-E-L-D.”

Lucy pushed the button on the speaker phone. “Sheriff, this is Lucy. Is Agent Cooper with you?”

Truman pressed the talk button on the intercom. “Yes he is.”

Cooper snapped his fingers, still looking at the bloody towel. “Are Albert and his team here, Lucy?”

“Yes, he is…they are…” she said confused.

“We’re on our way,” Cooper said to her.

Lucy looked up at Albert. “Agent Cooper will be right with you.”

“Yeah, I can hear perfectly well, Curly,” Albert replied, placing a cigarette in his mouth. He turned to one of his fellow agents and Lucy stuck her tongue out at him. None of the men noticed.

Back in the conference room, Cooper turned to Truman. “Harry, Albert and his team are the cream of the crop. Albert’s a forensics genius.”

“Working for you, I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

“But I gotta warn ya,” Cooper placed his hand on Truman’s shoulder. “Albert’s lacking in some of the social niceties.”

“Nobody’s perfect,” Truman said, looking over at Truman’s hand.

“Isn’t that the truth.” Cooper smiled, and then grabbed Truman’s nose quickly. He gave it a quick twist and made a quaking sound. They both laughed.

They stood up and exited the room to the lobby area. Cooper walked up to the new agents, a huge smile on his face.

“What the hell kind of two-bit operation are they running out of this tree house, Cooper?”

Cooper said, “Albert, this is Sheriff Truman.” He turned to the cop.

“I have seen some slipshod backwater burgs, but this place takes the cake,” Albert continued.

The look on Truman’s face moved from confused to anger. Cooper continued to smile.

“What are you waiting for? Christmas? We’ve got work to do, damn it! They’re putting this girl in the ground tomorrow and we’ve wasted half the day traveling here to the middle of nowhere!”

Cooper said, “Al…Albert, I suggest you and your team should get started.”

“I’ll have one of my men escort you over to the morgue,” Truman told Albert.

“That’ll be fine,” he replied flatly.

Cooper handed Laura’s file over to him. “Results from the local pathologist’s report.”

Albert scanned it quickly and then said, “Welcome to amateur hour.” He turned a few more pages and then said to his men, “Looks like an all-nighter boys.”

Truman watched all of this with anger slowly building. He moved to Albert and said, “Albert, got a minute?” He placed his hand on the agent’s shoulder and then moved off to the side of the others.

“I hear you’re real good at what you do,” he started.

“Yeah, that’s correct.”

“Well, that’s good because normally if a stranger walked into my station talking this kind of crap, he’d be looking for his teeth two blocks up on queer street.”

Albert glanced down, and was about to reply, but decided not to. He turned away from Truman and went out the door with his assistants, while Lucy watched, a smile across her face. Truman glanced over at Cooper who gave him a huge smile and a thumbs up.

The sun had set for the day and Big Ed left his employee to close up shot. He had been dreading going home tonight, and facing the wrath of Nadine, but he knew he had to. He walked into the house and closed the door. Almost immediately, her voice rang out. “Ed! Is that you?”

“Yeah, honey, it’s me!”

She screamed his name and he could only say, “Oh my god.” He expected her to come running into the living room with a knife, ready to do battle over drape runners.

And she did come running into the room, but not with a knife. She ran up to him and gave him a huge hug.

“Oh, Ed, I’m so happy, sweetheart. I have to thank you.”

Surprised by the strange turn of events, Ed could only ask, “Why’s that?”

She looked up at him. “You don’t know what you’ve done for me.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Oh Ed, you big lug. When you tracked all that grease into the house today, you spilled some on my cotton balls. But instead of tossin’ ’em out, I put the greased ones on the runners…and Ed, just listen to this.” She walked across the living room to the front window and opened and closed the drapes. They were truly silent – no sound whatsoever.

“Completely silent,” Nadine said.

“How ’bout that…” Ed replied.

With tears in her eyes, Nadine went back to her husband. “Oh, Ed, we’re going to be so rich.” She embraced him with another hug while Ed made a strange face, confused by Nadine’s emotional state.

Up near the border on the lake, Pete Martell sat on his wife’s bed applying mink oil to his shoes. Catherine was across the room at her makeup table, getting ready for bed.

“Everything smells like fish around here,” she complained.

“Well, you could wash your socks separately,” he answered.

Catherine walked into the bathroom with a small jar. Quietly, Pete picked up a small vase on the end table next to the bed. He dumped the contents out and into his hand, looking for a key.

“What did that FBI man want up here today?”

“Nice fella. Asked a few questions,” Pete replied, knowing that she meant ‘yesterday’ not ‘today.’

“About what?”

“He talked to Josie mostly. I had a problem with a fish. Took a liking to my percolator.” He stood up glancing back toward his wife and then went to the door.

“What did he want to talk to Josie about?”

“Why don’t you ask her?” he said bluntly and then made his way to the door. He opened it just slightly and handed the key over to Josie. “Here’s the key. The ledger’s inside.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, and Pete answered, “You bet.” He closed the door and hurried back to the bed.

Catherine walked in and asked, “Didn’t he want to talk to me?”

“Yeah, but we told him you were on your world tour. He should contact your press agent.”

Now angry with Pete, she hollered, “Get your boots off my bed and GO TO YOUR ROOM!!”

Pete stood up and took the jar of oil from the end table. He then picked up his boots and turned to his wife, “I didn’t want to get mink oil on my bedspread.” He walked to the door and opened it. He turned back around to look at his wife.

“You got mink oil on your head,” she told him.

He exited the room, leaving Catherine by herself.

Downstairs, Josie pulled out a book shelf panel, uncovering a safe behind it. She unlocked the safe with the key and opened it up. She looked in seeing something she wasn’t expecting. She pulled out two ledgers.

“Two books?” she said to herself, opening them both.

Back in town, Leland Palmer snapped his fingers in front of the record player trying to start the music. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair slightly a mess. He walked across the living room listening to Pennsylvania 6-5000. He turned to his left and looked down at a picture of his only daughter. It was her homecoming picture from that year when she was crowned queen. That’s when the phone in the house started to ring.

He stretched out his arms at full length, the picture in his hands as he started to dance, spinning in circles. At first slowly and then began to speed up, tears beginning to fall down around his face. As he spun and danced, he began a quiet waling, that grew louder and louder as he spun faster. His mind was racing with thoughts of his daughter. Deep down inside he was angry, but the emotion was barely recognizable. But as he spun faster and faster, as the phone continued to ring and the music filled the room, the anger started to build.

He was getting angrier, and angrier. It was bubbling to the surface, like lava from a volcano, ready to erupt and pour all over. He screamed again and his wife walked into the room. She looked at the record player and then her husband. She moved over to him quickly.

“Leland? Leland?” she called to him, trying to grab onto him, to get him to stop spinning. “Stop it! Stop it!” she called to him.

He stopped for a moment and told his wife, “We have to dance. We have to dance, Sarah. We have to dance for Laura.”

He began to spin around again and Sarah tried to stop him. “Oh, Leland, stop it. Give it to me.”

She tried to grab the picture from his hands, and together they spun a few times. The spinning turned them around, confusing their direction and they moved forward. Sarah pushed ahead and down and Leland followed slamming the picture into a nearby table. Glass sprayed everywhere, as pieces of the picture pierced Leland’s skin and blood poured from his hands.

Sarah looked down at Leland’s bloody hands, the anger in him now was completely gone. He looked at his hands and then knelt down, picking the picture up from the table, still looking down at it.

Above him, Sarah Palmer knocked her hands against the side of her legs. “What is going on in this house?” she asked, looking at Leland rub his bloody hands over Laura’s picture. She screamed and walked over to the player, slapping the needle across the record causing a loud scratching sound and the music died.

From the record player, Sarah turned back to her husband who was still on the ground, holding the picture above his head, tears streaming down his face.

“Leland, what is going on in this house?” she asked again, this time louder.

Leland moaned as Sarah screamed again, placing her hands to her head. Leland lowered the picture to the coffee table and placed his head on it, continuing to cry.

It had been a good day of law enforcement for Agent Dale Cooper. He arrived back to his room at a decent hour and decided that he would go ahead and get ready for bed and do a little reading. He changed clothes and then brushed his teeth in the bathroom. Afterwards he flossed and then turned the light off in the bathroom. He went to the bed and opened the book on his end table. After about half an hour, his eyes started to get heavy and he decided to call it a night.

He turned the light off in the room, listening to the sound of rushing water outside his window. Within 10 minutes he was asleep. Right at first, his sleep was good, but once he entered REM about an hour later, his mind began to race with thoughts of Laura Palmer.

There was darkness in his mind and suddenly a flash of light erupted in his mind. The light was replaced with red drapes that parted open and he could see a woman sitting on a couch in a nice looking home. Her face was thin and she was smoking, the cigarette dangling from his lips. Even though he had never met her, somewhere he knew that this was Sarah Palmer. He watched her fall asleep and then everything went black again. Suddenly he saw a staircase. He was looking up from the bottom of the stairs and above him, a fan was on and rotating round and round. He saw Sarah run up the steps calling Laura’s name. He watched her go to Laura’s room and look around. At first there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary, and suddenly together they saw a man kneeling at the foot of Laura’s bed. He had long gray hair and wore a denim jacket.

The scene immediately changed and Cooper saw Sarah back at the couch screaming, “LELAND! I SAW HIM!!”

Then everything went black. From the blackness he heard a voice say, “Hello. This is Lucy.” In his mind the picture turned from black to a dark gray as he saw Lucy on the phone. Next to Lucy, Andy was blowing a trumpet. On the other end of the phone, Cooper could hear a man’s voice say, “Lucy! Lucy!”

Lucy turned to Andy and said, “Shhh. I’m trying to talk on the telephone.”

Andy frowned, but stopped playing.

“Lucy, this is Leland Palmer,” the voice said. “I’m trying to get in touch with the Sheriff…Sheriff Truman. He’s not at home. Now can you tell me where he is?”

“You know, Mr. Palmer, I’m not at the Sheriff’s Office, and since I’m not there, I’m over at my house and I don’t have any idea where he is.”

“Lucy, listen to me, please. My wife has just remembered that she believes she saw the killer this morning in Laura’s bedroom.”

“No! How’s that possible?”

“I don’t know…I don’t know. But if that’s what she believes then we have to do something about it. Now she thinks she might be able to help someone draw the face of the man that she remembers.”

“Actually, Deputy Tommy The Hawk Hill is our sketch artist. He’s very good and you know what? The pictures look just like the people he’s drawing.”

The scene started to go black again and Cooper could only hear voices this time.

“Good. Have Sheriff Truman then and that Deputy come right over here, right away, okay?”

“You know, I’ve got an idea,” Lucy said. “As soon as we hang up, I’ll try Sheriff in his car…in his cruiser, and tell him everything you told me.”

“Thank you, Lucy. Thank you.”

Lucy hung up the phone and then turned to Andy. “That was Mr. Palmer. He told me that he thinks his wife remembered that this morning, possibly, when she was in her daughter’s room, that she saw…”

Suddenly the phone came to life and so does Cooper’s image of the scene. This time instead of gray, it’s a bright red.

“Hello, Sheriff. Isn’t that funny. I had a feeling you’d be in your Cruiser. sheriff?”

“Yeah, Lucy. What is it?”

“Mrs. Palmer was in her daughter’s room this morning and she just remembered that…are you sitting down?”

“Uhhh…” Harry was confused by the question.

“Oh, of course you are. You’re driving. She just remembered that she saw the killer.”

“You’re kidding!”

“And they want you and Hawk to come over to their house. She wants Hawk to make a sketch.”

“I’ll be right there. Ten minutes.”

Lucy hung up the phone and turned to Andy again. “And just when we were getting ready for bed.”

“Oh, Punky…” Andy said and the scene went black.

At 2:24 a.m. in room 315 of the Great Northern Hotel, the phone rang, waking Dale Cooper. He picked it up and said his name.

“Were you sleeping?” the voice asked him.

“Yes. Who is this?”

“It’s a strange night, and there’s something in the air. Can you feel it? You know about Teresa Banks, that pretty girl they found last year?”

Cooper started to wake up now. “Yes, I know Teresa.”

“I know the man who did her. I know about the stitches with the red thread. And there’s more I think you’d enjoy hearing. I’m at the hospital now.”

“I’m on my way.”

Cooper stood and checked his watch. He begins to get up to get ready when the phone rang again. He picked it up quickly. “Agent Cooper.”

“Hi Agent Cooper. It’s Lucy from work.”

“Lucy, are you still at work?”

“No, Andy and I are over at my place. Andy was playing the trumpet and we were getting ready for bed and do you know what happened?”

“No, tell me.”

“Well, Mrs. Palmer was in her daughter’s room this morning, and she remembered that she saw the killer, she thinks, and so Hawk and the Sheriff are at the Palmer’s right now making that sketch.”

“Lucy, you tell the Sheriff to get that sketch and meet me at the hospital.”

“The hospital?”

“Yeah, the hospital…and hurry.”

They hung up the phone and Cooper picked up his recorder. “Diane, just woken from a sound sleep at the Great Northern Hotel….”

Not long later, Dale Cooper pulled into Calhoun Memorial Hospital and went down to the morgue where Laura’s body had been laying when he inspected it. He saw Andy up at the door. “He’s unarmed. He wants to see you and he wants to see you in this particular room.”

Harry and Dale enter the room. Truman was about to turn the lights on, when the man said, “Uh, don’t turn on the overheads. The fluorescents don’t work. I think the transformer’s bad.”

“We know that,” Cooper said.

“Yes…” the man with only one arm told him. He paused and then started to speak. “Through the darkness of future past, the magician longs to see. One chants out between two worlds: ‘Fire Walk With Me.’ We lived among the people – I think you say convenience store? We lived above it. I mean it like it is, as it sounds. My name is Mike. His name is BOB.”

“You were in an elevator at 1:30?”

“I was looking for BOB. He sometimes works amongst the infirmed, the injured of the species. I was watching, Mr. Cooper, for over a year, waiting for BOB to come out again. I have known in your interests in the results of his endeavors. I too have been touched by the devilish one, tattoo on the left shoulder.” The man smiled and pointed to his missing arm. “Ah, but when I saw the face of God, I was changed. I took the entire arm off.” He smiled.

Harry spoke up, “We’d like to show you a police sketch of BOB for verification.”

“Of course.”

Truman held up a sketch of a middle-aged man who was going bald. “No, no. That is not BOB.” He then held up a sketch of the man that Sarah saw in her vision. “That’s BOB,” he told them.

Harry turned to Cooper. “The man Mrs. Palmer identified.”

Cooper nodded. “Where is BOB?”

“He’s here…right here…he’s here in the basement.”

Harry and Cooper looked at each and went for their guns. They exit the room and move down to the basement level. They come to a door that read ‘Basement. Keep Door Closed.’ Inside the room, a long-haired man wearing blue jeans and a denim jacket crouched in the corner, sitting near a pile of dirt with a circle of lit candles. He could hear noise up at the door and said, “Oh, welcome to the killer’s lair. Come down. I won’t hurt you. Come down.”

Harry and Cooper walked down the stairs slowly as BOB asked, “Is Mike with you?”

“No” cooper answered.

“Oh, I had so much wanted to sing with him again,” BOB told them sarcastically.

BOB began to look around at the men that had just entered and then around the room. He could feel something strange.

“Mike? Mike? Can you hear me? Heads up, tails up, running to be with scallywag. Night falls; morning calls.” He turned to Cooper now. “Catch you with my death bag.”

“The letters? What were the letters going to spell?” Harry asked.

BOB smiled and a


At 2:24 a.m. in room 315 of the Great Northern Hotel, the phone rang, waking Dale Cooper. He picked it up and said his name.

“Were you sleeping?” the voice asked him.

“Yes. Who is this?”

“It’s a strange night, and there’s something in the air. Can you feel it? You know about Teresa Banks, that pretty girl they found last year?”

Cooper started to wake up now. “Yes, I know Teresa.”

“I know the man who did her. I know about the stitches with the red thread. And there’s more I think you’d enjoy hearing. I’m at the hospital now.”

“I’m on my way.”

Cooper stood and checked his watch. He begins to get up to get ready when the phone rang again. He picked it up quickly. “Agent Cooper.”

“Hi Agent Cooper. It’s Lucy from work.”

“Lucy, are you still at work?”

“No, Andy and I are over at my place. Andy was playing the trumpet and we were getting ready for bed and do you know what happened?”

“No, tell me.”

“Well, Mrs. Palmer was in her daughter’s room this morning, and she remembered that she saw the killer, she thinks, and so Hawk and the Sheriff are at the Palmer’s right now making that sketch.”

“Lucy, you tell the Sheriff to get that sketch and meet me at the hospital.”

“The hospital?”

“Yeah, the hospital…and hurry.”

They hung up the phone and Cooper picked up his recorder. “Diane, just woken from a sound sleep at the Great Northern Hotel….”

Not long later, Dale Cooper pulled into Calhoun Memorial Hospital and went down to the morgue where Laura’s body had been laying when he inspected it. He saw Andy up at the door. “He’s unarmed. He wants to see you and he wants to see you in this particular room.”

Harry and Dale enter the room. Truman was about to turn the lights on, when the man said, “Uh, don’t turn on the overheads. The fluorescents don’t work. I think the transformer’s bad.”

“We know that,” Cooper said.

“Yes…” the man with only one arm told him. He paused and then started to speak. “Through the darkness of future past, the magician longs to see. One chants out between two worlds: ‘Fire Walk With Me.’ We lived among the people – I think you say convenience store? We lived above it. I mean it like it is, as it sounds. My name is Mike. His name is BOB.”

“You were in an elevator at 1:30?”

“I was looking for BOB. He sometimes works amongst the infirmed, the injured of the species. I was watching, Mr. Cooper, for over a year, waiting for BOB to come out again. I have known in your interests in the results of his endeavors. I too have been touched by the devilish one, tattoo on the left shoulder.” The man smiled and pointed to his missing arm. “Ah, but when I saw the face of God, I was changed. I took the entire arm off.” He smiled.

Harry spoke up, “We’d like to show you a police sketch of BOB for verification.”

“Of course.”

Truman held up a sketch of a middle-aged man who was going bald. “No, no. That is not BOB.” He then held up a sketch of the man that Sarah saw in her vision. “That’s BOB,” he told them.

Harry turned to Cooper. “The man Mrs. Palmer identified.”

Cooper nodded. “Where is BOB?”

“He’s here…right here…he’s here in the basement.”

Harry and Cooper looked at each and went for their guns. They exit the room and move down to the basement level. They come to a door that read ‘Basement. Keep Door Closed.’ Inside the room, a long-haired man wearing blue jeans and a denim jacket crouched in the corner, sitting near a pile of dirt with a circle of lit candles. He could hear noise up at the door and said, “Oh, welcome to the killer’s lair. Come down. I won’t hurt you. Come down.”

Harry and Cooper walked down the stairs slowly as BOB asked, “Is Mike with you?”

“No” cooper answered.

“Oh, I had so much wanted to sing with him again,” BOB told them sarcastically.

BOB began to look around at the men that had just entered and then around the room. He could feel something strange.

“Mike? Mike? Can you hear me? Heads up, tails up, running to be with scallywag. Night falls; morning calls.” He turned to Cooper now. “Catch you with my death bag.”

“The letters? What were the letters going to spell?” Harry asked.

BOB smiled and answered. Cooper tried to listen to what was said, but for some reason the words came out garbled and unintelligible.

“You may think I’ve gone insane, but I promise, I will kill again!” BOB told the men, just as Mike came running down the steps, screaming, “NOT NOW!!!!” He pulled the trigger on a gun in his hand and BOB went down on the ground, the bullets slamming into his chest. Mike screamed in pain and also fell to the floor, writhing in pain. He tried to grab onto a pole but wasn’t able to hold on. He fell hard and then looked up at Cooper, “Have you got a nickel? It hurts something terrible.” He screamed and then turned to BOB. “You’re the digger, BOB. Wait till it’s your time.”

Harry leaned down and took the gun from Mike’s hand.

Suddenly in the room there’s a small breeze from somewhere. Cooper looked around to see if you could find a source but had no idea where to look. He looked down at the circle of 12 candles as suddenly they blew out. He looked around the room and could only think of one thing to say, “Make a wish.”

Suddenly Cooper’s mind went completely black for what seemed to be eternity. He wasn’t sure how long it was until he started to hear strange music coming from all around him. He felt his body shift around him and something moved beneath his feet. He heard Laura’s name being called over and over again, somewhere far away. There were sudden flashes of light and he heard Mike’s voice again in his mind telling him about the convenience store. Suddenly, there was another flash and he could hear the voice of BOB. On his left arm was a tattoo that read Fire Walk With Me. His mind continued to race as he saw the candles go out again and then he appeared all of a sudden in a small room, the walls were made of red drapes. The floor was brown and a creamy white color and zig-zagged.

He looked around the room, first noticing a little man dressed in a red suit to his left and then just across the small room was a blonde woman dressed in a black low cut dress. She peered over at Cooper with bright eyes. He knew immediately that it was Laura Palmer. And somehow, he knew it was the future. The word twenty-five popped up in his head.

The little man to his left stood with his back turned, shaking. Suddenly he spun around and clapped his hands. “Let’s rock!”

Cooper immediately noticed that his speech was different. He understood it, but it moved forwards, yet backwards, all at the same time.

He walked over to a chair and sat down. He started to rub his hands together. Cooper watched cautiously and then looked over at Laura, who placed her right index finger on her nose. There was a high pitched sound that was moving through the room. Behind the little man, Cooper noticed a shape float by.

Finally, the little man stopped rubbing his hands and turned to Cooper. “I have good news,” he said. “That gum you like is going to come back in style.”

Cooper looked to Laura and the man said, “She’s my cousin. But doesn’t she look almost exactly like Laura Palmer?”

Cooper looked at the woman more closely and he knew that it was Laura, it had to be. He asked, “But it is Laura Palmer. Are you Laura Palmer?”

The woman answered, “I feel like I know her, but sometimes, my arms bend back.”

“She’s filled with secrets. Where we’re from, the birds sing a pretty song,” the little man said. “And there’s always music in the air.”

The man stood up as suddenly music started to play in the room. Flashes of light filled the room as the man continued to dance.

On the other chair, the woman stood and walked to Dale Cooper. She bent down and gave him a hot, sultry kiss. She then leaned toward his ear and whispered….

Suddenly, Cooper awoke from his dream and he quickly sat up in bed, his hair standing up. He dialed the number to the station, and waited for Truman to pick up.

“Harry, it’s Cooper. Meet me for breakfast, 7:00 a.m., at the hotel lobby. I know who killed Laura Palmer…No it can wait till morning.”

Cooper hung up the phone, the music still playing in his head. He snapped to it, and laid back in bed, waiting for sleep to take him again.

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