Twin Peaks s02e09 Episode Script

The short answer is, this is the work of the same ghoul who killed Laura.
More fan mail.
The letter O under Maddy's ring fingernail.
There were strands of fur clutched in her right hand.
- What kind of fur? - White fox.
The strands were laced with formaldehyde.
A dead animal, stuffed.
I'll make phone calls.
Leland will know how to get a hold of Maddy's family.
Harry, don't make any calls.
- I need 24 hours.
- For what? To finish this.
Cooper.
In observation I don't know where this is headed.
But the only one of us with coordinates for this destination and its hardware is you.
Go on whatever vision quest you require.
Stand on the rim of the volcano, stand alone and do your dance.
Just find this beast before he takes another bite.
God help me, I don't know where to start.
You're on the path.
You don't need to know where it leads.
Just follow.
I thought you'd never get here.
I went for a ride this morning.
God, the engine sounded like a thousand people singing.
- What were they singing about? - What do you think? Last night? I could sing about last night.
I got something for you.
Open it.
Oh, James.
I didn't know what size to get.
And the girl at the jewellery store had these really big hands.
But I'll bet Perfect.
James.
I just think we should be together all the time.
Really? If that's okay with you.
It's perfect.
Whatever fowl did you take these eggs from? Are we saying we don't like it? I'm afraid I'm gonna run into a thumbtack.
Mother, can't you ever say anything nice? I've tried so hard.
I've tried so hard and nothing is good enough for you.
Let me correct myself, nothing I do is ever good enough for you.
Well, that's not true.
The menus are very presentable.
Oh, I'm joking.
Honestly, let me make a suggestion.
If you wanna serve a truly memorable omelette try white veal sausage and morel mushrooms.
Thanks.
I'll go pick the mushrooms.
What did you say? Nothing.
Hello, Donna.
Hello, James.
What did you say? - It's French.
- I know it is, tell me.
Donna, what's the big deal? You know Mrs.
Tremond? - Miss who? - Mrs.
Tremond.
Her grandson does the magic tricks.
He told me this.
But it was Mr.
Smith.
- Harold? - He left a suicide note.
You know, it means, "I am a Ionely soul.
" I have to find Agent Cooper.
Donna, what's going on? Hey.
Mrs.
Tremond's the one who told me about Harold Smith.
She has a grandson and he said this to me.
The same words that are in Harold Smith's suicide note.
Maybe the boy said the same thing to Harold.
No, Harold's world was in his words.
The suicide note has to be a message.
It all leads back here.
She's pretty old.
It might take a second if her grandson isn't here.
- May I help you? - Is Mrs.
Tremond home? I'm Mrs.
Tremond.
It must have been your mother I spoke to.
My mother? She passed away three years ago.
I live here alone, honey.
No, she was here.
I spoke to her.
And her grandson, he was here too.
But I have no children.
But he was here.
They both were.
Donna, we'd better go.
Donna? Are you Donna Hayward? - Yeah.
- Just a moment.
I've never seen her before in my life.
I thought you delivered meals here.
The morning after poor Harold died, I found this in my mail.
I meant to turn it in.
It's for you.
Thank you.
- It's Harold's handwriting.
- Open it, Donna.
It's Laura's diary, a page from her diary.
Read it.
"February 22nd.
Last night I had the strangest dream.
I was in a red room with a small man dressed in red and an old man sitting in a chair.
I tried to talk to him.
I wanted to tell him who Bob is because I thought he could help me.
But my words came out slow and odd.
It was frustrating trying to talk.
I got up and walked to the old man.
Then I leaned over and whispered the secret in his ear.
Somebody has to stop Bob.
Bob's only afraid of one man, he told me once.
A man named Mike.
I wonder if this was Mike in my dream.
Even if it was only a dream, I hope he heard me.
No one in the real world would believe me.
February 23rd.
Tonight is the night that I die.
I know I have to because it's the only way to keep Bob away from me.
The only way to tear him out from inside.
I know he wants me, I can feel his fire.
But if I die, he can't hurt me anymore.
" Laura and I had the same dream.
- That's impossible.
- Yes, it is.
Deputy, take Donna home.
I got to see Gerard.
He's completely dehydrated.
His breathing is becoming more difficult.
He needs that drug.
Mike.
Mike, I need you to talk to me.
- Any longer could kill him.
- Mike.
Bob has killed again.
I need to know something.
I need you to help me.
Bob was in my dream, Laura Palmer was in my dream, so were you.
And Laura dreamt about me the night before she died.
The same dream that I had.
I need to unlock that.
I need-- The answer is inside of me.
Bob and I, when we were killing together, there was this perfect relationship, appetite, satisfaction, a golden circle.
A golden circle.
A ring.
My ring.
I gave my ring to the Giant.
He is known to us here.
Then he's real? As real as I.
He can help you find Bob.
- How? - You must ask him first.
How do I do that? Oh, you have all the clues you need.
The answer is not here my friend.
The answer is here.
I don't understand.
So much responsibility.
I know about you.
That milk will cool down on you but it's getting warmer now.
"Getting warmer now.
" I want you to tag everything in these drawers.
Everything.
Coop, we found his telephone records.
Look at this.
The night Laura died.
The phone call Leland told us about.
Ben called her number from this office.
White fox.
Yeah, white, dead and stuffed.
Maddy was here.
I think Ben killed her in this office and then took her to the waterfall.
He killed Laura and he killed Maddy.
Madeleine Ferguson died the night before last between 10 p.
m.
And midnight.
That fits.
We didn't take Ben in until after midnight.
That's as close as I can cut it.
Ben Horne's blood test.
A couple of minutes, I'll have this up to code.
Tweaking the sensors, mostly.
Don't want your sprinklers to be overly jumpy.
Gotta set it just so.
I wanna talk about my child, our baby.
- Maybe.
- Maybe what? Maybe it is our baby and maybe it isn't.
Dick? Oh, my Lord, is he the father? At first I thought you were the father.
But then you said you didn't have any sperms.
Then I thought it was Dick but now you say your sperms are back.
So as far as I can tell, it's a 50-50 proposition.
Andy, where are you going? What are you doing? Who are you calling? I want to speak to Richard Tremayne, Men's Fashions.
Yes, I'll hold.
You won't hurt him, will you, Andy? Tremayne, Brennan.
Andy Brennan.
We need to talk.
That is, if you're not too busy.
Tojamura-san.
How nice of you to come calling.
You are in prison.
Yes, well, a momentary inconvenience, I assure you.
We have papers to sign.
The Ghostwood contracts.
Tojamura-san, I'm afraid there has been a snag.
A snag? Unforeseen difficulties.
Some legal in nature, others I'm unable to sign the Ghostwood agreement at this time.
Then you will return my five million dollars.
Well, I want to return your money.
I want to sign the contracts.
Tojamura-san, as you can see, I am incarcerated.
Falsely accused, but my brother, the boy genius, is out looking for a better lawyer.
And until justice is done, until I am able to breathe the air that free men breathe, I plead with you for understanding.
This is the long, dark night of my soul.
Time to seek that tiny flickering flame within.
Forgive me, I've been very emotional lately.
Catherine? Benjamin Horne.
You're a slimy rat bastard.
And I intend to make whatever remains of your pathetic existence a living hell.
Oh, Catherine.
Oh, my God.
You've come.
Oh, Catherine.
Catherine, Catherine, tell Sheriff Truman about the night that we spent together the night that Laura was killed.
You want me to beg? You want me to beg? Because I'll beg.
Will you sign Ghostwood and the mill over to me? In a heartbeat.
Clever disguise, Catherine.
Really brilliant.
Signed, sealed and delivered.
Now, you'll tell the sheriff, huh? You'll tell the sheriff.
I'll consider it.
Catherine.
Catherine, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
It's the truth, after all.
Why, Ben, we've spent our entire adult lives lying to each other.
Why spoil it with the truth now? Catherine.
Catherine.
Catherine! Donna, I'm so happy you stopped by.
We haven't had the time to just sit down and talk for so long.
May I get you a glass of lemonade? No, thanks, Mr.
Palmer.
I only have a minute.
This is for Maddy.
It's a tape of a song we did with James.
I want her to have a copy.
That's very sweet of you.
She told me all about this.
She said it was a very enjoyable experience.
Anyway, if you could mail it to her, I'd really appreciate it.
No, it won't be any problem at all.
Is something wrong? No.
Those glasses.
They were Laura's.
Maddy gave them to me.
I thought they looked familiar.
Mr.
Palmer, did you know that they found Laura's secret diary? Diary? Yes, they took it from her room.
No, not the one the police found.
She had another one.
I didn't even know about it, did you? No.
She gave it to a man named Harold Smith.
Harold killed himself a few days ago.
The police found it in his apartment.
Oh, my God.
I had no idea.
I wish I knew what was in it, don't you? I think about Laura all the time.
Oh, excuse me.
Hello? Yeah, Beth, how are you? No, not since yesterday.
Of course, Beth.
I took Maddy to the bus station myself.
Well, l-- I'm sure there must be some perfectly reasonable explanation.
Yes, of course.
I'll call you immediately, within the hour.
Bye, Beth.
Maddy? It's the strangest thing.
She never made it home.
Oh, God.
Donna, don't you worry about a thing.
I'll get us some lemonade and we'll sit down and give it a think and we'll work the problem out.
Together.
I knew she was expecting us, I mean-- I guess I was selfish.
I thought I could see her anytime.
Missoula's not that far away, right? Donna, you're taking this much too much to heart.
I'm sure she's just fine.
I know the cure for what ails you.
It's simple, really.
It always makes me feel good.
May we have this dance please? You stay right there.
Harry? Leland, we need your help.
What is it? - There's been another murder.
- Oh, my God.
I can't tell you why or how but we need your help and we need it right away.
All right, anything, certainly.
Let me get my coat.
Maddy.
What's the matter? What's wrong? - It's Maddy.
- What about her? She's dead.
It's the same killer.
The same one who killed Laura.
I heard Mr.
Palmer get a phone call from her mother.
She said she hadn't gotten home yet.
Then they came over to talk to him, Sheriff Truman.
- We could've helped her.
- How? - We could've helped her.
- How? I don't know.
- This is no good.
- What do you mean? You mean us? - I gotta go.
- James, it's not our fault, don't leave.
It doesn't matter, don't you see? Nothing we do matters.
Nothing's ever gonna change.
It doesn't matter if we're happy and the rest of the world goes to hell.
James, don't leave.
James, don't leave me! Harry.
Leland.
Why are we here, Agent Cooper? Is someone meeting us? Yes.
Is it the killer? I don't know.
Maybe.
Ed, glad you're here.
I need everyone's help to clear the room.
I need a large space in the centre.
Of course.
Hail, hail.
The gang's all here.
Bobby, why don't you wheel Leo back over there.
Stay very, very quiet, you read me? Give yourself a raise, Hawk.
Gentlemen, two days ago a young woman was found murdered by the same individual, I believe, responsible for the death of Laura Palmer.
I have reason to believe that the killer is in this room.
As a member of the Bureau, I spend most of my time seeking simple answers to difficult questions.
In the pursuit of Laura's killer, I have employed Bureau guidelines, deductive technique, Tibetan method, instinct and luck.
But now I find myself in need of something new, which for lack of a better word we shall call "magic.
" Would you like us to hum? A Tibetan chant, perhaps.
I think it's going terrifically well, don't you? Now what? Harry, I'm not completely sure.
Someone is missing.
Excuse us.
Major Briggs, right on time.
I was on my way home.
This kind gentleman flagged me down, asked if I could drive him here.
I know that gum.
I used to chew it when I was a kid.
That's my most favourite gum in the world.
That gum you like is going to come back in style.
My father killed me.
Ben Horne, I would like you to accompany me to the sheriff's station.
You might like to bring along Leland Palmer as your attorney.
Let's take him down to interrogation.
Agent Cooper, is he going to be charged? Yes.
Then I think I'd like to begin bail proceedings as soon as possible.
He'll have his day in court.
Harry.
Everything will be all right, Ben.
Hawk, take Ben upstairs and release him.
- Leland? - That's not Leland.
How did you know? Laura told me in her dream.
We're gonna need a lot stronger evidence than this.
How about a confession, Harry? You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you.
Oh, yeah.
I suppose you wanna ask him some questions, huh? Did you kill Laura Palmer? That's a yes.
How about Madeleine Ferguson? - What do you think? - I'm asking you.
- What do you think? - Answer the question.
Oh, gosh, gee, gee whiz.
I guess I kind of sort of did.
I have this thing for knives.
Just like what happened to you in Pittsburgh that time.
Huh, Cooper? Oh, Leland.
Leland, Leland.
You've been a good vehicle and I've enjoyed the ride.
But now he's weak and full of holes.
It's almost nearly time to shuffle off to Buffalo.
Does Leland know what you've done? Leland's a babe in the woods with a large hole where his conscience used to be.
And when I go, children, I will pull that ripcord and you watch Leland, remember.
Watch him.
But not for long.
That's enough for me.
Dick, could you come with me, please? Okay, here's how this is going to work.
I'm going to keep my baby.
That's not open for discussion.
- I see.
- Be quiet, let her talk.
Got a light? No.
You were saying.
There's only one way to handle this.
They have a test to determine the blood type of the father.
It could be you or it could be you.
They won't be doing this test until after the baby is born, during which time I expect complete cooperation from each of you two gentlemen.
Whatever you say, Lucy.
I mean, it is your baby.
Thank you.
Ben Horne's blood test, he's the wrong type.
Harry, the answer was right in front of me from the very beginning.
What did the little man do in my dream? He danced.
After Laura's death, Leland danced compulsively.
We were told that Bob the killer was a grey-haired man.
When Leland killed Jacques, his hair turned grey overnight.
Leland said when he was a child the grey-haired man next door was named Robertson.
Mike said the people Bob inhabited were his children.
Robertson, son of Robert.
The letters under the finger nails: R, O, B, T.
Bob was spelling his name.
A signature on a demon self-portrait.
Why would he kill her? Laura was writing about Bob in her diary.
Leland found it, ripped out the pages.
She knew he was on to her.
It was Leland who placed that call from Ben Horne's office to Laura the night she died.
He was the third man outside Jacques' cabin.
He took the girls to the train car.
It was his blood we found not Ben Horne's.
- Then why kill Maddy? - Maybe she reminded him of Laura.
Maddy was going home.
He couldn't bear to part with her.
He wanted to relive the experience or maybe she realized Bob was the killer and he found out.
Now, this Bob.
He can't really exist.
I mean, Leland is just crazy, right? Through the dark of futures past, the magician longs to see One chants out between two worlds Fire walk with me I'll catch you with my death bag.
You may think I've gone insane but I promise I will kill again! Harry, hurry.
The key.
Leland.
Leland.
Harry.
Leland.
Call an ambulance.
Oh, God, Laura.
I killed her.
Oh, my God.
I killed my daughter.
I didn't know.
Laura, forgive me.
Forgive me.
- Oh, God.
- It's okay.
It's all right.
I was just a boy.
I saw him in my dreams.
He said he wanted to play.
He opened me and I invited him and he came inside me.
He went inside? When he was inside, I didn't know.
And when he was gone, I couldn't remember.
He made me do things terrible things.
He said he wanted lives, he wanted others.
Others that they could use like they used me.
Like Laura? They wanted her.
They wanted Laura, but she was strong.
She fought them.
She wouldn't let them in.
Oh, God.
They had me kill that girl, Theresa.
And they-- They said if I didn't give them Laura, they'd have me kill her too.
But she wouldn't let them in? She said she'd die before she let them.
And they made me kill her.
Oh, God, have mercy on me.
What have I done? What have I done? Oh, God, I love her.
I loved her with all my heart.
My angel, forgive me.
Leland.
Leland, the time has come for you to seek the path.
Your soul has set you face to face with a clear light and you are now about to experience it in its reality, wherein all things are like the void and cloudless sky and the naked, spotless intellect is like a transparent vacuum without circumference or centre.
Leland, in this moment, know yourself and abide in that state.
Look to the light, Leland.
Find the light.
I see it.
Into the light, Leland.
Into the light.
I see her.
She's there.
Into the light, Leland.
She's beautiful.
Into the light.
Laura.
Don't be afraid.
He was completely insane.
Think so? But people saw Bob.
People saw him in visions: Laura, Maddy, Sarah Palmer.
Gentlemen, there's more in heaven and earth than is dreamt up in our philosophy.
Amen.
Well, I've lived in these old woods most of my life.
I've seen some strange things but this is way off the map.
I'm having a hard time believing.
Harry, is it easier to believe a man would rape and murder his own daughter? Any more comforting? No.
An evil that great in this beautiful world finally, does it matter what the cause? Yes, because it's our job to stop it.
Yeah.
Maybe that's all Bob is.
The evil that men do.
Maybe it doesn't matter what we call it.
Maybe not.
But if he was real, if he was here, and we had him trapped and he got away, where's Bob now?