Twin Peaks s03e01 Episode Script
Return: Part 1
1 [electricity crackling.]
[atmospheric music.]
[oddly reverberating.]
[snaps fingers.]
[atmospheric music.]
[woman screaming distantly.]
[Julee Cruise's "Falling" playing.]
[oddly reverberating.]
[soft clicking, scratching noise repeats.]
[soft clicking, scratching noise continues.]
It is.
I understand.
[static crackling softly.]
[birds calling faintly.]
[engine rumbling.]
[Joe.]
Hey, Doc.
Hey, Joe.
How's it going, Doc? As good as ever.
[box cutter slicing.]
[metallic clanking.]
All right.
You gonna need any help, Doc? Uh, heh, you know, thanks, but no, thanks.
I like to work alone.
[distant traffic whooshing.]
[distant horns honking.]
[atmospheric music.]
[atmospheric hum.]
[cameras humming softly.]
[atmospheric hum continues.]
[intercom alarm buzzes.]
[woman over intercom.]
Camera three.
[computer processing softly.]
[buzzer sounds distantly.]
[elevator lift clicks, ascends.]
[atmospheric hum continues.]
[elevator lift clicks.]
[buzzer sounds distantly.]
[man over intercom.]
Delivery.
[keypad beeping.]
[keypad beeps.]
[lock rattles.]
[metal door slides open.]
- Hey, Tracey.
- Hey.
You didn't have to bring it yourself.
Aren't you supposed to be working? Oh, no, I-I got off at ten.
I brought two.
Can I join you? Damn.
Tracey, I'm sorry, but no one can come in here.
How much do I owe ya? Oh, no, no, I I got 'em for free.
I can't come in? That's right.
Shoot.
[laughs softly.]
Top secret.
Ooh.
Now I'm so curious.
You're driving me crazy.
[man.]
In fact, I got to go back in.
I'll stop by on my way in tomorrow, if I can.
Okay, or if I miss you, I can come back tomorrow night and bring coffees, the same time.
Thanks, Tracey.
You can have 'em both.
Thanks, Tracey.
[keypad beeping.]
You're a bad girl, Tracey.
Try me.
[keypad beeps.]
[metal door slides open.]
[metal door slides shut.]
[metal door slams distantly.]
[elevator button clicks.]
[buzzer sounds twice.]
[soft warbling tone.]
[buzzer sounds distantly.]
[atmospheric hum.]
[computer processing softly.]
[swallows.]
[exhales.]
Beverly, tell Mrs.
Houseman that we will refund two nights of her stay but not the whole week.
She and her New York friends keep our spa running.
Oh, good.
How did the skunk get in her room? What's that? Uh, the the, uh, skunk, how did it get into her room? Oh, no, no, no, no.
It it wasn't even Even close to her room.
The skunk was on the whole other side of the hotel.
- It was - [Jerry.]
I am here, Brother Ben! [stomping.]
[Jerry chuckles.]
- [door opens.]
- [clears throat.]
[laughing softly.]
Sweet and sour, salty, crunchy [laughing.]
Beverly, my brother Jerry.
[clears throat.]
Hi.
Nice to meet you.
So get back to Mrs.
, uh, Houseman as we discussed - Okay.
- And I'll get back to you later.
Sure thing.
Is that the new girl? Or should I say "woman"? A woman like that, you can't call a girl.
Beverly, yes.
Are you banging her yet? Oh, Jerry! R-E-S-P-E-C-T.
Respect.
She's a beautiful soul.
And she's married.
That never stopped you before.
Sock it to me.
Sock it to me.
Sock it to me.
Sock it to me.
Jerry.
What else do you have on your mind? Swimming in my mind at this time, literally, is my new hydroponic indica-sativa hybrid, a touch of the mythic AK-47 by way of the Amsterdam express.
It's baked into this banana bread and infused in this potent spreadable jam that's ideal for creative sojourns of a solitary nature.
Wheels up.
[crunches.]
Jerry, a prophet is without honor who eats his own profits.
R&D, brother Ben.
It puts me in a groove, and where it stops, nobody knows.
[chuckles.]
Thank God you are no longer in the hotel business.
Where have you been, Ben? Yeah, my new legally sanctioned business is tripling our revenue.
Is that Mother's hat? Hello.
I'd like to see Sheriff Truman.
Which one? Which one? Sheriff Truman isn't here? Well, do you know which one? It could make a difference.
Uh, no, ma'am.
One is sick, and the other one is fishing.
Uh It could make a difference.
It's about insurance.
I'm not sure I will be able to help you.
I'd like to see Sheriff Truman.
I'll leave my card and call in another day.
Thank you.
I'll keep the card, but unless [Muddy Magnolias' "American Woman (Remix)" playing.]
I know my worth And who I am Mister, if you're hard up I could spare a few grand Hell will freeze over And I'll be damned 'Fore I take orders From any ol' man Do I look like Hey.
Where the hell do you think you're going? [grunts.]
Well, lookee here.
Otis.
[chickens clucking distantly.]
[grunts.]
[shotgun clanks.]
[door creaks open.]
Hello, Buella.
How you? Buella, Ray and Darya Have you got them back there somewhere? I'll get 'em.
And, Buella, put something better at your front door.
It's a world of truck drivers.
[Buella.]
Ray! Darya! [soft atmospheric music.]
Ray, Darya, let's go.
Mr.
C.
Mr.
C.
See ya, Otis.
[atmospheric hum.]
[buzzer sounds distantly.]
[elevator lift ascending.]
[buzzer sounds distantly.]
[metal door slides open.]
Hey, Tracey.
He's not here.
- No one is here.
- [metal door slides shut.]
Really? [soft brooding music.]
[door closes.]
Weird.
Where is he? Does this, by any chance, mean that I can go in there with you? I brought us two lattes again.
Well, since there's no one here to stop you, I guess you could come in for a little while.
But I don't know how you're gonna get out if the guard comes back.
Let's not overthink this opportunity.
[metal door slides open.]
[atmospheric hum.]
Whoa.
[keypad beeping.]
[keypad beeps.]
What is that thing? A glass box.
[laughs softly.]
Yeah, but what's it for? I really don't know.
[man.]
It's just a job I got to help with school.
Whose place is this? I heard a billionaire.
Some anonymous billionaire.
Mysterious.
[atmospheric hum continues.]
[computer processing softly.]
I'm supposed to watch the box and see if anything appears inside.
What? Do things appear? I haven't seen anything since I started.
But the guy I replaced, he saw something once.
What? He wouldn't tell me.
Or couldn't tell me.
We're not supposed to say anything about this place or that glass box.
It's a lot of equipment.
[Tracey.]
Is it some sort of science experiment or something like that? [man.]
I guess you could say that.
Do you want to sit down? Okay.
Cozy.
Here's your coffee.
Thanks, Tracey.
[laughs softly.]
[atmospheric hum continues.]
[soft rumbling.]
Do you want to make out a little? What do you think? Mm.
Mm! [soft rumbling.]
[atmospheric hum continues.]
[cameras humming softly.]
Mm.
[Tracey moans softly.]
[very soft whooshing.]
[soft whooshing.]
- Stop.
- [gasps.]
[soft whooshing.]
What? Shh.
[whooshing.]
- [whimpers softly.]
- Shh.
[atmospheric whooshing.]
[whooshing softly intensifies.]
- [pounds glass.]
- [screams.]
[tense music.]
[intense otherworldly whooshing.]
[glass shatters.]
- [intense whooshing.]
- [Tracey screaming.]
- [flesh slicing.]
- [intense whooshing.]
[birds calling distantly.]
What is it, Armstrong? Oh, oh! Ruth.
Ruth, are you in there? Oh, oh, my goodness.
Come on.
Come on, Armstrong.
Come on, Armstrong.
Come on.
Ugh.
Oh, come on, Armstrong.
Come on.
Come on, little you.
Yeah.
[exhales.]
By golly.
Oh, yes, hello? Yeah, you don't know me.
This is this is Marjorie Green.
But my neighbor, there's something wrong.
Yeah, um, I haven't seen her in three days.
Oh, and then there's that terrible smell.
And Armstrong smelled it in the Then I smelled it No.
No, Armstrong's my dog.
No Oh, my address? Oh, I-I-I don't know.
Um, oh, my goodness.
Um, yes, oh, I know this.
You know, I know this.
[atmospheric music.]
It was a funny thing.
I couldn't remember my address when I called you on the phone.
Where's the smell coming from, Mrs.
Green? [gasps.]
Oh.
Oh oh [door creaks.]
[door shuts.]
[sniffs.]
Oh, there it is again.
There's that smell.
Ugh.
[sniffing.]
[gasps.]
Oh Ma'am, is there a manager on-site with a key? Oh, I don't know.
Um, Barney's usually here.
Um, do you want me to go check? Yes, ma'am, if you don't mind.
Oh.
I just remembered.
Barney's not here.
He's a funny one, that Barney.
He's in the hospital, not the regular hospital.
Hey, uh, Darlene, we're gonna need a locksmith over at 1349 Arrowhead, possible 10-54.
No, no, 1349.
Ma'am, who lives in this apartment? That would be Ruth, Ruth Davenport.
And I just remembered something.
What's that, ma'am? When Barney's out of town, he leaves the keys with his brother.
And who would that be? Oh, I don't know.
Um, I've never met him.
But Hank would know him.
Who's Hank? Barney's friend, Hank Fillmore.
Where would we find Hank? Oh, well I don't know right now.
He's our maintenance man.
But I saw him out back a little while ago.
Harvey? Harvey, you son of a bitch! Are you Hank? What the hell? Police, Mr.
Fillmore.
We need your help.
Did Harvey send you? Mr.
Fillmore, we need a key for Ruth Davenport's apartment.
We're trying to find Barney's brother.
Well, who told you I was going to see Chip? Who's Chip? That's Barney's brother.
We need a key from Chip.
I was just on my way, but h How did you know? Well, do you have a phone number for Chip? Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
[laughs.]
Chip? Chip ain't got no phone.
[laughs.]
I'll wait for the locksmith.
[Marjorie.]
Excuse me.
Do you think that maybe Ruth's out of town? Why? Well, it would be a shame 'cause I'm supposed to water her plants when she's out of town.
I have the key.
Let's go.
Am I Am I free to go? Gentlemen, am am I free to go? [door creaks.]
[atmospheric music.]
Uh-oh.
[brooding music.]
Harvey, you son of a bitch.
Did you send the cops to my place of business? My work? Harvey Yes.
Yeah, I got it I got all of it, right here, but it's mine.
Mine and Chip's.
No.
You opted out of this one, remember? Harvey Harvey, don't Don't threaten me, Harvey.
Harvey.
Harvey? [camera shutter clicking.]
[muttering softly.]
[camera shutter clicking.]
[soft brooding music.]
Constance? [chuckles softly.]
Good for you, Dave.
You're behaving yourself for a change.
Want to help me with this? Very carefully.
Keep it way up, off the body.
Uh-oh.
[dark music.]
[exhales.]
[trees creaking.]
[line trilling.]
[Lucy.]
Deputy Hawk, Margaret Lanterman's on line one.
It's the line with the light that's blinking.
Okay, Lucy, thank you.
[button clicks.]
Margaret, what can I do for you? [Margaret.]
Hawk.
My log has a message for you.
Okay.
Something is missing, and you have to find it.
It has to do with Special Agent Dale Cooper.
Dale Cooper? What is it? The way you will find it has something to do with your heritage.
This is the message from the log.
Okay, Margaret.
Thank you.
Good night, Hawk.
Good night, Margaret.
[line clicks.]
[mouse clicks.]
[office phone ringing distantly.]
Dave? Dave! [Dave.]
On my way.
You got to see this.
The head is definitely Ruth Davenport, the woman who lived in the apartment.
And we've got a male John Doe.
We don't know whose body that is.
Nothing's come back on those prints.
But there's another set of prints all over the apartment.
And we've got a hit, a definite local hit.
[Dave.]
Bill Hastings? Oh, my God.
Yeah.
He's my kid's principal.
[exhales.]
Dave! - What are you - Phyllis, is Bill home? - Yeah.
- [Bill.]
Who is it, honey? It's Dave, Dave Macklay.
Dave, hey.
What's going on, buddy? Bill, uh, I'm gonna have to put you under arrest.
- What? - Please turn around.
I've got to cuff you, and I've got to take you in.
Oh, my God, Bill! - No, it - Oh, my God.
It's okay, honey.
I hav I haven't done anything wrong.
Could, uh could you tell me what this is about? We can talk about that at the station.
I want to come with you.
No, no, stay here.
There's been a mistake.
All right? I haven't done anything wrong.
[Dave.]
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
But the Morgans are coming for dinner! [Dave.]
Do you understand these rights I am [Bill.]
I understand perfectly.
Just call George and tell him where I am! [car door opens.]
[car doors open.]
[car doors shut.]
[exhales.]
She said something is missing and it has to do with Agent Cooper.
But Agent Cooper is missing.
And he hasn't been seen or heard from since before Wally was born, and Wally's 24 years old.
He was born on the same day as Marlon Brando.
[Lucy.]
Andy wanted to name him Marlon.
And we haven't even gotten a Christmas card from Agent Cooper.
He hasn't even seen Wally.
Andy, Lucy, it's late.
Go down to storage and get those files that we talked about.
Tomorrow morning, lay 'em all out.
I'll bring the coffee and the doughnuts.
Okay, Deputy Chief Hawk.
[Mike.]
Dave? Don Harrison, State Police, Rapid City.
Hmm, are you taking this case? It's yours, Dave.
Just here to help.
Mm.
Any luck with the missing body and head? Nothing.
How long's he been in there? About half an hour.
That's enough.
You sure you don't want to take this? Mike said you're fishing buddies.
I've known him since high school.
He might tell you more than he'd tell me.
Go on in.
[Dave.]
Oh, I'm sorry about the delay.
Uh, did they get you some coffee? [Bill.]
I'm good with the water.
Can you can you, uh, uh can you please tell me what's going on? We'll get to that, but I have a few questions that I have to ask you first.
Um Do you know a Ruth Davenport? [tsks.]
That name sounds familiar.
Uh the librarian? - Yes.
- Ah, okay.
That's her.
Do you know her? Not really.
We say hello to each other.
Mm.
When did you see her last? Oh, I don't know.
Uh, let me think.
Maybe a couple months ago? Mm.
Have you ever been to Ruth Davenport's home? No.
I've never been there.
I don't I don't I don't even know where she lives.
Mm-hmm.
Have you ever been to the apartment building at 1349 Arrowhead Road? No.
I never have.
[clears throat.]
Uh, I-I I've I've never I've never been there.
Could could you please tell me what this is about? Did you get the warrant? Any minute.
Judge was up the mountain.
[Dave.]
Bill, can you account for your time over the last three or four days? Sure, yes, I can.
Uh, I've been at school every weekday.
[Dave.]
And evenings? Our high-school principal.
[Bill.]
Uh, Wednesday, I went home right after school.
Thursday, we had a-a meeting in the evening.
And then [pen scratching.]
I went home.
And then uh, Friday, I went I went out to dinner, Phyllis and I.
But we went home right after that.
And and I was home all day today.
What what What was this Thursday meeting about? Curriculum.
F-faculty evaluation.
It's a bimonthly meeting.
Mm-hmm.
And when did it end? [sucks teeth.]
Around 9:30, I believe.
I don't know.
We ordered pizza.
[pen scratching.]
And you went home directly after? Yes.
And what time did you get there? 10:15, 10:20.
Well, how long does it take you to drive home usually? Um Oh, yeah Oh, yeah, now I remember.
I gave [soft brooding music.]
my assistant, Betty, a ride home.
Something wrong with her car, something wrong [pen scratching.]
I think I'd like to speak to George.
He's my lawyer.
Is is is is he is he Is he here? I can check.
But, Bill, is there anything else that you would like to tell me before we get the lawyer involved? Please tell me what's going on.
[pen clicks.]
Ruth Davenport was murdered.
And your prints are all over her apartment.
What? What? [exhales.]
[Don.]
Show Mr.
Hastings to his new room.
He can meet with his lawyer there.
Right, you're gonna have to come with me now, Bill.
Right out here.
[Dave.]
To the left here, Bill.
[door creaks, shuts.]
Right right here, Bill.
Dave, could I speak to Phyllis? Could you let me Could you let me do that? [sighs.]
I'll see what I can do.
[lock clatters.]
[exhales.]
[shoe squeaks.]
[metal door slams shut.]
Mrs.
Hastings, we have a warrant to search your house.
This is unbelievable.
We have guests for dinner tonight.
Is that Bill's car in the driveway, ma'am? It's the Volvo.
We'll need the keys.
Dave? It has to be done, Phyllis.
[sighs.]
[keys scrape, jingle.]
We're coming in.
Let's go.
[flashlight clicks.]
My flashlight's broke.
[soft brooding music.]
Woof.
[skin crinkling.]
[lock clatters.]
[lock clatters.]
Now I can only give you a short visit.
Thank you, Dave.
[lock clatters.]
[metal door clanking.]
George says they're not gonna let you out on bail.
[exhales.]
[exhales.]
[exhales.]
I'm I'm in so much trouble.
I have I have to tell you something.
I wasn't there, but I h I had a dream that night that That I was in her apartment.
You were there.
Your fingerprints are there.
No, I sw I swear to you, I wasn't there.
I swear to you, it was a dream! Fuck you.
You fucking bastard! I've known about this affair.
I've known about this affair all along.
[exhales sharply.]
Now, you lookee here.
I know about you and George and maybe somebody else too! [brooding atmospheric music.]
You're going down.
Life in prison, Bill.
Life in prison.
[lock clatters.]
Good-bye, Bill.
[exhaling sharply.]
Oh, my God.
Oh, my Oh, my God.
Oh, my Oh, my God.
[lock clicks.]
[atmospheric music.]
George.
Phyllis.
How is he? He knows.
[faint indistinct chatter.]
Don't walk me out.
I'll see you later at my place.
How's he doing? Well, he's, uh, pretty shook up, I have to admit.
And Phyllis? She's had a really rough day, I believe.
Yes.
I understand.
[metal clanks softly.]
[softly.]
Oh, my God.
[exhales.]
Oh.
Oh, my God.
[louder.]
Oh, my God.
[softly.]
Oh, my God.
[atmospheric music intensifies.]
[keys jingle softly.]
[dog barking distantly.]
[lock clicks, door opens.]
[door shuts, lock clicks.]
[gasps.]
What are you doing here? [atmospheric music.]
You did good.
You follow human nature perfectly.
This is George's gun.
[gunshot.]
[gun clatters.]
[door opens.]
[blood running softly.]
[jazz music.]
[intercom beeps.]
Roger, come in here.
[button clicks.]
[ominous atmospheric music.]
Tell her she has the job.
Mr.
Todd? Yes, Roger? Can I ask you a question? Go ahead.
Why do you let him make you do these things? Roger you better hope that you never get involved with someone like him.
Never have someone like him in your life.
[door opens.]
[bells clanging.]
[train horn blaring distantly.]
[train horn blaring.]
[train whooshing.]
[bells clanging distantly.]
[train rumbling distantly.]
Jack, you barely touched your three dinners.
[laughs.]
[laughing.]
Darya said something about you, uh, being worried about tomorrow? Or the day after? I'm not worried, Ray, about anything.
Well, that's good.
For a while, day after tomorrow, I'll need to be on my own.
That might be a good time for you to learn how to mind your own business.
Well meantime, there's anything I can do to help, just let me know.
I'll be sure to let you know, Ray.
And I'll follow up on that contact of mine, hopefully get the information you need.
Want, not need.
I don't need anything, Ray.
If there's one thing you should know about me, Ray, it's that I don't need anything.
I want.
And I want that information.
Kind of funny that she'll only give it to you.
This information seems pretty important to you.
[chuckles softly.]
Don't worry.
I'll get it for you.
And I better be able to trust that information.
She's Hastings' secretary.
She knows what he knows.
[train horn blaring distantly.]
[trees creaking.]
[footsteps rustling.]
[ominous atmospheric music.]
[line trilling.]
[cell phone ringing.]
Margaret? Hawk.
Where are you walking tonight? Once again, your log and I are on the same page.
Supposed to be something happening here tonight.
The stars turn and the time presents itself.
Hawk, watch carefully.
I will, Margaret.
I'm too weak to go with you.
But stop by.
I have coffee and pie for you.
Gonna have to be after.
I'm almost there now.
Please, let me know what happens.
[Hawk.]
I will, Margaret.
Good night, Margaret.
[ominous whooshing.]
[whooshing sustains.]
[ominous tone.]
[ominous tone.]
[intense atmospheric music.]
[electric guitar strums.]
[atmospheric music.]
[oddly reverberating.]
[odd reverberations.]
[oddly reverberating.]
Are you Laura Palmer? Who are you? But Laura Palmer is dead.
[skin crinkles.]
[intense ethereal whooshing.]
When can I go? [odd reverberations.]
[very softly.]
Whisper.
[whispering indistinctly.]
[groans softly.]
[gasping.]
[intense whooshing.]
[wails.]
[screaming.]
[screaming.]
[rumbling.]
[wind whooshing.]
[rumbling sustains.]
- [rumbling intensifies.]
- [scratching.]
[inhales sharply.]
[odd reverberations.]
[electricity crackling.]
[voice eerily distorted.]
[eerie electrical sputtering.]
[ominous whooshing.]
[both howling and cackling.]
[ominous whooshing.]
[laughing.]
[odd reverberations.]
[thud echoes.]
[electricity crackling.]
[metal grating, squeaking.]
[lock clattering.]
[keys jingle.]
[car door locks click.]
Jack, come here.
[dark atmospheric music.]
[thunder booming.]
[thunder rumbling.]
Shit.
He's coming.
I have to get off the phone.
[phone receiver rattles.]
Hi, baby.
[atmospheric music.]
Who you talking to? Um, Jack.
Just making sure I get the job done on the secretary's car.
Mm.
What did Jack say? He said it's all good to go.
[thunder booming faintly.]
I'm happy to see you.
I thought maybe you'd gone off on your own for a while, like you were saying.
You're happy to see me, Darya? Yeah, baby.
[rain pattering.]
That's nice, Darya.
Ray was supposed to meet me this afternoon.
- He never showed.
- Oh, yeah? Yeah.
[drawer rustling.]
Where's that 45 of yours, Darya? I've got it here by the bed.
What's up? Might want to borrow it for a job.
What's mine is yours.
[exhales.]
Darya, Jack is dead.
I killed Jack two hours ago after he wired the car.
- [headboard thuds.]
- [Darya gasps.]
Don't move [exhales.]
one muscle.
I'm gonna play something for you, Darya.
[clicks.]
[tape rewinding.]
I think we'll both find this interesting.
- [clicks.]
- [line trills.]
[Ray.]
Darya, is that you? [Darya.]
Ray, where the hell are you? [Ray scoffs.]
Federal prison, South Dakota.
[Darya.]
What the fuck? What did you do, Ray? [Ray.]
Carried weapons over the state line.
I fucked up, the worst possible moment.
[Darya.]
How are you calling me? [Ray.]
This is a burner.
Don't worry about it.
Nobody's listening.
[Darya.]
So what do we do about Cooper? [Ray.]
I got another call from Jeffries.
You have to hit Cooper if he's still around tomorrow night.
That means you now, Darya.
You have to do this.
[Darya.]
Fuck.
Fuck, I think his car just pulled up.
Fuck! [exhales.]
Let's see what happens tomorrow.
If I have to, I'll take him out.
Shit, he's coming.
I got to get off the phone.
[line clicks.]
[clicks.]
[thudding.]
[atmospheric music.]
Shh.
Are you going to kill me? Yes, Darya.
Shit! [grunts.]
[whimpers.]
[blow lands.]
[whimpering.]
Darya who hired you and Ray to kill me? [sniffles.]
I don't know.
[mumbles.]
I don't know.
I swear, I don't Hmm? Ray knows.
I don't know.
He never told me.
Do you really expect me to believe that Ray's in prison for carrying guns over a state line? Darya, look at me.
This is quite an interesting thing to think about.
The game begins.
Did he say why they want me dead? No, I don't know why.
How much do they want me dead? What are they paying you? We'd split a half a million.
[crying softly.]
I wouldn't have done it.
[crying.]
I just said that to Ray.
Shut up, Darya.
[crying.]
But you said you were going away somewhere tomorrow.
Tomorrow, I'm supposed to get pulled back into what they call the Black Lodge.
But I'm not going back there.
I've got a plan for that one.
But this prison thing with that fucker Ray [sniffles.]
Darya, did Ray get that information from Hastings' secretary? [crying.]
Did he ever mention coordinates to you? [whimpers.]
I don't know what that is.
Geographical coordinates, numbers, letters.
They could save your life.
He said she told him something, but I don't know what.
[atmospheric music.]
Anybody ever show this to you before? Do you know what this is? Huh? Did you ever see anything like this? This is what I want.
[sniffles.]
Are you gonna kill me now? Yes, Darya.
[struggling.]
[screams.]
[screaming.]
[blow lands.]
[muffled gunshot.]
[faucet squeaks.]
[water running.]
[faucet squeaks.]
[briefcase latches click.]
[radio static clicking.]
Phillip? [man.]
You're late.
Couldn't be helped.
[man.]
I missed you in New York, but I see you're still in Buckhorn.
And you're still nowhere, is that correct? You met with Major Garland Briggs.
How did you know that? Phillip? Actually, I just called to say good-bye.
This is Phillip Jeffries, right? You're going back in tomorrow, and I will be with Bob again.
Who is this? [line clicks.]
[clicks.]
[device clicks.]
[rain pattering.]
[Chantal.]
Yeah? It's me.
I need you to clean up in room six.
Everything.
Darya? That's good news.
I was getting so jealous of that bitch.
Then go get your husband.
I need you and Hutch in a certain area in a few days.
I'll get word to you.
Okay, boss.
Chantal, come here.
Oh.
You're nice and wet.
Mm.
[chuckles softly.]
[electricity crackling.]
[ominous whooshing.]
[whooshing intensifies.]
[ominous scratching noise.]
[atmospheric music.]
[oddly reverberating.]
[atmospheric music.]
[ominous scratching noise.]
[ominous scratching noise.]
[electricity crackling.]
[ominous scratching noise.]
[ominous whooshing.]
[whooshing intensifies.]
[whooshing halts.]
[ominous music.]
[wind whooshing.]
[engine humming.]
[intense rumbling.]
[breathy sputtering.]
[roaring.]
[intense discordant music.]
[whooshing.]
[thud echoes.]
[distant traffic whooshing.]
[whoosh.]
[atmospheric hum.]
[door opens.]
[door shuts.]
Weird.
Where is he? Does this, by any chance, mean that I can go in there with you? I brought us two lattes again.
[rumbling.]
[structural creaking.]
[creaking intensifies.]
[loud clanking.]
[clank echoes.]
[ominous whooshing.]
[sonic pop.]
[faint hissing.]
[intense ominous whooshing.]
[wind whipping intensely.]
[lions snarling on TV.]
[water buffalo lowing on TV.]
[ominous atmospheric music.]
[squealing.]
[Chromatics' "Shadow" playing.]
Shadow Take me down Shadow Take me down with you For the last time For the last time For the last time For the last time You're in the water Great place, isn't it? Yeah, it's the dog's bollocks in here.
- What kind of beer do you want? - Oh, I'll have whatever.
[James.]
Two ice-cold Colonials.
No, you guys, my daughter is with the wrong guy.
Are you kidding me? Everybody loves Steven.
You don't know Becky.
I can see it on her face.
There is something really wrong.
It's her life.
Can you hear me Can you hear me Hey, over there.
There's James.
He's staring at you again.
[gasps.]
Does James have a thing for you? There's something wrong with that guy.
There's nothing wrong with him.
James was in a motorcycle accident.
He's just quiet now.
James is still cool.
He's always been cool.
For the last time For the last time For the last time At night I'm driving in your car Pretending that we'll leave this town We're watching all the streetlights fade And now you're just a stranger's dream I took your picture from the frame And now you're nothing like you seem Your shadow fell like last night's rain For the last time For the last time For the last time For the last time For the last time For the last time For the last time For the last time At night I'm driving in your car Pretending that we'll leave this town We're watching all the streetlights fade And now you're just a stranger's dream I took your picture from the frame And now you're nothing like you seem Your shadow fell like last night's rain For the last time For the last time For the last time For the last time [cheers and applause.]
[atmospheric music.]
[oddly reverberating.]
[snaps fingers.]
[atmospheric music.]
[woman screaming distantly.]
[Julee Cruise's "Falling" playing.]
[oddly reverberating.]
[soft clicking, scratching noise repeats.]
[soft clicking, scratching noise continues.]
It is.
I understand.
[static crackling softly.]
[birds calling faintly.]
[engine rumbling.]
[Joe.]
Hey, Doc.
Hey, Joe.
How's it going, Doc? As good as ever.
[box cutter slicing.]
[metallic clanking.]
All right.
You gonna need any help, Doc? Uh, heh, you know, thanks, but no, thanks.
I like to work alone.
[distant traffic whooshing.]
[distant horns honking.]
[atmospheric music.]
[atmospheric hum.]
[cameras humming softly.]
[atmospheric hum continues.]
[intercom alarm buzzes.]
[woman over intercom.]
Camera three.
[computer processing softly.]
[buzzer sounds distantly.]
[elevator lift clicks, ascends.]
[atmospheric hum continues.]
[elevator lift clicks.]
[buzzer sounds distantly.]
[man over intercom.]
Delivery.
[keypad beeping.]
[keypad beeps.]
[lock rattles.]
[metal door slides open.]
- Hey, Tracey.
- Hey.
You didn't have to bring it yourself.
Aren't you supposed to be working? Oh, no, I-I got off at ten.
I brought two.
Can I join you? Damn.
Tracey, I'm sorry, but no one can come in here.
How much do I owe ya? Oh, no, no, I I got 'em for free.
I can't come in? That's right.
Shoot.
[laughs softly.]
Top secret.
Ooh.
Now I'm so curious.
You're driving me crazy.
[man.]
In fact, I got to go back in.
I'll stop by on my way in tomorrow, if I can.
Okay, or if I miss you, I can come back tomorrow night and bring coffees, the same time.
Thanks, Tracey.
You can have 'em both.
Thanks, Tracey.
[keypad beeping.]
You're a bad girl, Tracey.
Try me.
[keypad beeps.]
[metal door slides open.]
[metal door slides shut.]
[metal door slams distantly.]
[elevator button clicks.]
[buzzer sounds twice.]
[soft warbling tone.]
[buzzer sounds distantly.]
[atmospheric hum.]
[computer processing softly.]
[swallows.]
[exhales.]
Beverly, tell Mrs.
Houseman that we will refund two nights of her stay but not the whole week.
She and her New York friends keep our spa running.
Oh, good.
How did the skunk get in her room? What's that? Uh, the the, uh, skunk, how did it get into her room? Oh, no, no, no, no.
It it wasn't even Even close to her room.
The skunk was on the whole other side of the hotel.
- It was - [Jerry.]
I am here, Brother Ben! [stomping.]
[Jerry chuckles.]
- [door opens.]
- [clears throat.]
[laughing softly.]
Sweet and sour, salty, crunchy [laughing.]
Beverly, my brother Jerry.
[clears throat.]
Hi.
Nice to meet you.
So get back to Mrs.
, uh, Houseman as we discussed - Okay.
- And I'll get back to you later.
Sure thing.
Is that the new girl? Or should I say "woman"? A woman like that, you can't call a girl.
Beverly, yes.
Are you banging her yet? Oh, Jerry! R-E-S-P-E-C-T.
Respect.
She's a beautiful soul.
And she's married.
That never stopped you before.
Sock it to me.
Sock it to me.
Sock it to me.
Sock it to me.
Jerry.
What else do you have on your mind? Swimming in my mind at this time, literally, is my new hydroponic indica-sativa hybrid, a touch of the mythic AK-47 by way of the Amsterdam express.
It's baked into this banana bread and infused in this potent spreadable jam that's ideal for creative sojourns of a solitary nature.
Wheels up.
[crunches.]
Jerry, a prophet is without honor who eats his own profits.
R&D, brother Ben.
It puts me in a groove, and where it stops, nobody knows.
[chuckles.]
Thank God you are no longer in the hotel business.
Where have you been, Ben? Yeah, my new legally sanctioned business is tripling our revenue.
Is that Mother's hat? Hello.
I'd like to see Sheriff Truman.
Which one? Which one? Sheriff Truman isn't here? Well, do you know which one? It could make a difference.
Uh, no, ma'am.
One is sick, and the other one is fishing.
Uh It could make a difference.
It's about insurance.
I'm not sure I will be able to help you.
I'd like to see Sheriff Truman.
I'll leave my card and call in another day.
Thank you.
I'll keep the card, but unless [Muddy Magnolias' "American Woman (Remix)" playing.]
I know my worth And who I am Mister, if you're hard up I could spare a few grand Hell will freeze over And I'll be damned 'Fore I take orders From any ol' man Do I look like Hey.
Where the hell do you think you're going? [grunts.]
Well, lookee here.
Otis.
[chickens clucking distantly.]
[grunts.]
[shotgun clanks.]
[door creaks open.]
Hello, Buella.
How you? Buella, Ray and Darya Have you got them back there somewhere? I'll get 'em.
And, Buella, put something better at your front door.
It's a world of truck drivers.
[Buella.]
Ray! Darya! [soft atmospheric music.]
Ray, Darya, let's go.
Mr.
C.
Mr.
C.
See ya, Otis.
[atmospheric hum.]
[buzzer sounds distantly.]
[elevator lift ascending.]
[buzzer sounds distantly.]
[metal door slides open.]
Hey, Tracey.
He's not here.
- No one is here.
- [metal door slides shut.]
Really? [soft brooding music.]
[door closes.]
Weird.
Where is he? Does this, by any chance, mean that I can go in there with you? I brought us two lattes again.
Well, since there's no one here to stop you, I guess you could come in for a little while.
But I don't know how you're gonna get out if the guard comes back.
Let's not overthink this opportunity.
[metal door slides open.]
[atmospheric hum.]
Whoa.
[keypad beeping.]
[keypad beeps.]
What is that thing? A glass box.
[laughs softly.]
Yeah, but what's it for? I really don't know.
[man.]
It's just a job I got to help with school.
Whose place is this? I heard a billionaire.
Some anonymous billionaire.
Mysterious.
[atmospheric hum continues.]
[computer processing softly.]
I'm supposed to watch the box and see if anything appears inside.
What? Do things appear? I haven't seen anything since I started.
But the guy I replaced, he saw something once.
What? He wouldn't tell me.
Or couldn't tell me.
We're not supposed to say anything about this place or that glass box.
It's a lot of equipment.
[Tracey.]
Is it some sort of science experiment or something like that? [man.]
I guess you could say that.
Do you want to sit down? Okay.
Cozy.
Here's your coffee.
Thanks, Tracey.
[laughs softly.]
[atmospheric hum continues.]
[soft rumbling.]
Do you want to make out a little? What do you think? Mm.
Mm! [soft rumbling.]
[atmospheric hum continues.]
[cameras humming softly.]
Mm.
[Tracey moans softly.]
[very soft whooshing.]
[soft whooshing.]
- Stop.
- [gasps.]
[soft whooshing.]
What? Shh.
[whooshing.]
- [whimpers softly.]
- Shh.
[atmospheric whooshing.]
[whooshing softly intensifies.]
- [pounds glass.]
- [screams.]
[tense music.]
[intense otherworldly whooshing.]
[glass shatters.]
- [intense whooshing.]
- [Tracey screaming.]
- [flesh slicing.]
- [intense whooshing.]
[birds calling distantly.]
What is it, Armstrong? Oh, oh! Ruth.
Ruth, are you in there? Oh, oh, my goodness.
Come on.
Come on, Armstrong.
Come on, Armstrong.
Come on.
Ugh.
Oh, come on, Armstrong.
Come on.
Come on, little you.
Yeah.
[exhales.]
By golly.
Oh, yes, hello? Yeah, you don't know me.
This is this is Marjorie Green.
But my neighbor, there's something wrong.
Yeah, um, I haven't seen her in three days.
Oh, and then there's that terrible smell.
And Armstrong smelled it in the Then I smelled it No.
No, Armstrong's my dog.
No Oh, my address? Oh, I-I-I don't know.
Um, oh, my goodness.
Um, yes, oh, I know this.
You know, I know this.
[atmospheric music.]
It was a funny thing.
I couldn't remember my address when I called you on the phone.
Where's the smell coming from, Mrs.
Green? [gasps.]
Oh.
Oh oh [door creaks.]
[door shuts.]
[sniffs.]
Oh, there it is again.
There's that smell.
Ugh.
[sniffing.]
[gasps.]
Oh Ma'am, is there a manager on-site with a key? Oh, I don't know.
Um, Barney's usually here.
Um, do you want me to go check? Yes, ma'am, if you don't mind.
Oh.
I just remembered.
Barney's not here.
He's a funny one, that Barney.
He's in the hospital, not the regular hospital.
Hey, uh, Darlene, we're gonna need a locksmith over at 1349 Arrowhead, possible 10-54.
No, no, 1349.
Ma'am, who lives in this apartment? That would be Ruth, Ruth Davenport.
And I just remembered something.
What's that, ma'am? When Barney's out of town, he leaves the keys with his brother.
And who would that be? Oh, I don't know.
Um, I've never met him.
But Hank would know him.
Who's Hank? Barney's friend, Hank Fillmore.
Where would we find Hank? Oh, well I don't know right now.
He's our maintenance man.
But I saw him out back a little while ago.
Harvey? Harvey, you son of a bitch! Are you Hank? What the hell? Police, Mr.
Fillmore.
We need your help.
Did Harvey send you? Mr.
Fillmore, we need a key for Ruth Davenport's apartment.
We're trying to find Barney's brother.
Well, who told you I was going to see Chip? Who's Chip? That's Barney's brother.
We need a key from Chip.
I was just on my way, but h How did you know? Well, do you have a phone number for Chip? Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
[laughs.]
Chip? Chip ain't got no phone.
[laughs.]
I'll wait for the locksmith.
[Marjorie.]
Excuse me.
Do you think that maybe Ruth's out of town? Why? Well, it would be a shame 'cause I'm supposed to water her plants when she's out of town.
I have the key.
Let's go.
Am I Am I free to go? Gentlemen, am am I free to go? [door creaks.]
[atmospheric music.]
Uh-oh.
[brooding music.]
Harvey, you son of a bitch.
Did you send the cops to my place of business? My work? Harvey Yes.
Yeah, I got it I got all of it, right here, but it's mine.
Mine and Chip's.
No.
You opted out of this one, remember? Harvey Harvey, don't Don't threaten me, Harvey.
Harvey.
Harvey? [camera shutter clicking.]
[muttering softly.]
[camera shutter clicking.]
[soft brooding music.]
Constance? [chuckles softly.]
Good for you, Dave.
You're behaving yourself for a change.
Want to help me with this? Very carefully.
Keep it way up, off the body.
Uh-oh.
[dark music.]
[exhales.]
[trees creaking.]
[line trilling.]
[Lucy.]
Deputy Hawk, Margaret Lanterman's on line one.
It's the line with the light that's blinking.
Okay, Lucy, thank you.
[button clicks.]
Margaret, what can I do for you? [Margaret.]
Hawk.
My log has a message for you.
Okay.
Something is missing, and you have to find it.
It has to do with Special Agent Dale Cooper.
Dale Cooper? What is it? The way you will find it has something to do with your heritage.
This is the message from the log.
Okay, Margaret.
Thank you.
Good night, Hawk.
Good night, Margaret.
[line clicks.]
[mouse clicks.]
[office phone ringing distantly.]
Dave? Dave! [Dave.]
On my way.
You got to see this.
The head is definitely Ruth Davenport, the woman who lived in the apartment.
And we've got a male John Doe.
We don't know whose body that is.
Nothing's come back on those prints.
But there's another set of prints all over the apartment.
And we've got a hit, a definite local hit.
[Dave.]
Bill Hastings? Oh, my God.
Yeah.
He's my kid's principal.
[exhales.]
Dave! - What are you - Phyllis, is Bill home? - Yeah.
- [Bill.]
Who is it, honey? It's Dave, Dave Macklay.
Dave, hey.
What's going on, buddy? Bill, uh, I'm gonna have to put you under arrest.
- What? - Please turn around.
I've got to cuff you, and I've got to take you in.
Oh, my God, Bill! - No, it - Oh, my God.
It's okay, honey.
I hav I haven't done anything wrong.
Could, uh could you tell me what this is about? We can talk about that at the station.
I want to come with you.
No, no, stay here.
There's been a mistake.
All right? I haven't done anything wrong.
[Dave.]
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
But the Morgans are coming for dinner! [Dave.]
Do you understand these rights I am [Bill.]
I understand perfectly.
Just call George and tell him where I am! [car door opens.]
[car doors open.]
[car doors shut.]
[exhales.]
She said something is missing and it has to do with Agent Cooper.
But Agent Cooper is missing.
And he hasn't been seen or heard from since before Wally was born, and Wally's 24 years old.
He was born on the same day as Marlon Brando.
[Lucy.]
Andy wanted to name him Marlon.
And we haven't even gotten a Christmas card from Agent Cooper.
He hasn't even seen Wally.
Andy, Lucy, it's late.
Go down to storage and get those files that we talked about.
Tomorrow morning, lay 'em all out.
I'll bring the coffee and the doughnuts.
Okay, Deputy Chief Hawk.
[Mike.]
Dave? Don Harrison, State Police, Rapid City.
Hmm, are you taking this case? It's yours, Dave.
Just here to help.
Mm.
Any luck with the missing body and head? Nothing.
How long's he been in there? About half an hour.
That's enough.
You sure you don't want to take this? Mike said you're fishing buddies.
I've known him since high school.
He might tell you more than he'd tell me.
Go on in.
[Dave.]
Oh, I'm sorry about the delay.
Uh, did they get you some coffee? [Bill.]
I'm good with the water.
Can you can you, uh, uh can you please tell me what's going on? We'll get to that, but I have a few questions that I have to ask you first.
Um Do you know a Ruth Davenport? [tsks.]
That name sounds familiar.
Uh the librarian? - Yes.
- Ah, okay.
That's her.
Do you know her? Not really.
We say hello to each other.
Mm.
When did you see her last? Oh, I don't know.
Uh, let me think.
Maybe a couple months ago? Mm.
Have you ever been to Ruth Davenport's home? No.
I've never been there.
I don't I don't I don't even know where she lives.
Mm-hmm.
Have you ever been to the apartment building at 1349 Arrowhead Road? No.
I never have.
[clears throat.]
Uh, I-I I've I've never I've never been there.
Could could you please tell me what this is about? Did you get the warrant? Any minute.
Judge was up the mountain.
[Dave.]
Bill, can you account for your time over the last three or four days? Sure, yes, I can.
Uh, I've been at school every weekday.
[Dave.]
And evenings? Our high-school principal.
[Bill.]
Uh, Wednesday, I went home right after school.
Thursday, we had a-a meeting in the evening.
And then [pen scratching.]
I went home.
And then uh, Friday, I went I went out to dinner, Phyllis and I.
But we went home right after that.
And and I was home all day today.
What what What was this Thursday meeting about? Curriculum.
F-faculty evaluation.
It's a bimonthly meeting.
Mm-hmm.
And when did it end? [sucks teeth.]
Around 9:30, I believe.
I don't know.
We ordered pizza.
[pen scratching.]
And you went home directly after? Yes.
And what time did you get there? 10:15, 10:20.
Well, how long does it take you to drive home usually? Um Oh, yeah Oh, yeah, now I remember.
I gave [soft brooding music.]
my assistant, Betty, a ride home.
Something wrong with her car, something wrong [pen scratching.]
I think I'd like to speak to George.
He's my lawyer.
Is is is is he is he Is he here? I can check.
But, Bill, is there anything else that you would like to tell me before we get the lawyer involved? Please tell me what's going on.
[pen clicks.]
Ruth Davenport was murdered.
And your prints are all over her apartment.
What? What? [exhales.]
[Don.]
Show Mr.
Hastings to his new room.
He can meet with his lawyer there.
Right, you're gonna have to come with me now, Bill.
Right out here.
[Dave.]
To the left here, Bill.
[door creaks, shuts.]
Right right here, Bill.
Dave, could I speak to Phyllis? Could you let me Could you let me do that? [sighs.]
I'll see what I can do.
[lock clatters.]
[exhales.]
[shoe squeaks.]
[metal door slams shut.]
Mrs.
Hastings, we have a warrant to search your house.
This is unbelievable.
We have guests for dinner tonight.
Is that Bill's car in the driveway, ma'am? It's the Volvo.
We'll need the keys.
Dave? It has to be done, Phyllis.
[sighs.]
[keys scrape, jingle.]
We're coming in.
Let's go.
[flashlight clicks.]
My flashlight's broke.
[soft brooding music.]
Woof.
[skin crinkling.]
[lock clatters.]
[lock clatters.]
Now I can only give you a short visit.
Thank you, Dave.
[lock clatters.]
[metal door clanking.]
George says they're not gonna let you out on bail.
[exhales.]
[exhales.]
[exhales.]
I'm I'm in so much trouble.
I have I have to tell you something.
I wasn't there, but I h I had a dream that night that That I was in her apartment.
You were there.
Your fingerprints are there.
No, I sw I swear to you, I wasn't there.
I swear to you, it was a dream! Fuck you.
You fucking bastard! I've known about this affair.
I've known about this affair all along.
[exhales sharply.]
Now, you lookee here.
I know about you and George and maybe somebody else too! [brooding atmospheric music.]
You're going down.
Life in prison, Bill.
Life in prison.
[lock clatters.]
Good-bye, Bill.
[exhaling sharply.]
Oh, my God.
Oh, my Oh, my God.
Oh, my Oh, my God.
[lock clicks.]
[atmospheric music.]
George.
Phyllis.
How is he? He knows.
[faint indistinct chatter.]
Don't walk me out.
I'll see you later at my place.
How's he doing? Well, he's, uh, pretty shook up, I have to admit.
And Phyllis? She's had a really rough day, I believe.
Yes.
I understand.
[metal clanks softly.]
[softly.]
Oh, my God.
[exhales.]
Oh.
Oh, my God.
[louder.]
Oh, my God.
[softly.]
Oh, my God.
[atmospheric music intensifies.]
[keys jingle softly.]
[dog barking distantly.]
[lock clicks, door opens.]
[door shuts, lock clicks.]
[gasps.]
What are you doing here? [atmospheric music.]
You did good.
You follow human nature perfectly.
This is George's gun.
[gunshot.]
[gun clatters.]
[door opens.]
[blood running softly.]
[jazz music.]
[intercom beeps.]
Roger, come in here.
[button clicks.]
[ominous atmospheric music.]
Tell her she has the job.
Mr.
Todd? Yes, Roger? Can I ask you a question? Go ahead.
Why do you let him make you do these things? Roger you better hope that you never get involved with someone like him.
Never have someone like him in your life.
[door opens.]
[bells clanging.]
[train horn blaring distantly.]
[train horn blaring.]
[train whooshing.]
[bells clanging distantly.]
[train rumbling distantly.]
Jack, you barely touched your three dinners.
[laughs.]
[laughing.]
Darya said something about you, uh, being worried about tomorrow? Or the day after? I'm not worried, Ray, about anything.
Well, that's good.
For a while, day after tomorrow, I'll need to be on my own.
That might be a good time for you to learn how to mind your own business.
Well meantime, there's anything I can do to help, just let me know.
I'll be sure to let you know, Ray.
And I'll follow up on that contact of mine, hopefully get the information you need.
Want, not need.
I don't need anything, Ray.
If there's one thing you should know about me, Ray, it's that I don't need anything.
I want.
And I want that information.
Kind of funny that she'll only give it to you.
This information seems pretty important to you.
[chuckles softly.]
Don't worry.
I'll get it for you.
And I better be able to trust that information.
She's Hastings' secretary.
She knows what he knows.
[train horn blaring distantly.]
[trees creaking.]
[footsteps rustling.]
[ominous atmospheric music.]
[line trilling.]
[cell phone ringing.]
Margaret? Hawk.
Where are you walking tonight? Once again, your log and I are on the same page.
Supposed to be something happening here tonight.
The stars turn and the time presents itself.
Hawk, watch carefully.
I will, Margaret.
I'm too weak to go with you.
But stop by.
I have coffee and pie for you.
Gonna have to be after.
I'm almost there now.
Please, let me know what happens.
[Hawk.]
I will, Margaret.
Good night, Margaret.
[ominous whooshing.]
[whooshing sustains.]
[ominous tone.]
[ominous tone.]
[intense atmospheric music.]
[electric guitar strums.]
[atmospheric music.]
[oddly reverberating.]
[odd reverberations.]
[oddly reverberating.]
Are you Laura Palmer? Who are you? But Laura Palmer is dead.
[skin crinkles.]
[intense ethereal whooshing.]
When can I go? [odd reverberations.]
[very softly.]
Whisper.
[whispering indistinctly.]
[groans softly.]
[gasping.]
[intense whooshing.]
[wails.]
[screaming.]
[screaming.]
[rumbling.]
[wind whooshing.]
[rumbling sustains.]
- [rumbling intensifies.]
- [scratching.]
[inhales sharply.]
[odd reverberations.]
[electricity crackling.]
[voice eerily distorted.]
[eerie electrical sputtering.]
[ominous whooshing.]
[both howling and cackling.]
[ominous whooshing.]
[laughing.]
[odd reverberations.]
[thud echoes.]
[electricity crackling.]
[metal grating, squeaking.]
[lock clattering.]
[keys jingle.]
[car door locks click.]
Jack, come here.
[dark atmospheric music.]
[thunder booming.]
[thunder rumbling.]
Shit.
He's coming.
I have to get off the phone.
[phone receiver rattles.]
Hi, baby.
[atmospheric music.]
Who you talking to? Um, Jack.
Just making sure I get the job done on the secretary's car.
Mm.
What did Jack say? He said it's all good to go.
[thunder booming faintly.]
I'm happy to see you.
I thought maybe you'd gone off on your own for a while, like you were saying.
You're happy to see me, Darya? Yeah, baby.
[rain pattering.]
That's nice, Darya.
Ray was supposed to meet me this afternoon.
- He never showed.
- Oh, yeah? Yeah.
[drawer rustling.]
Where's that 45 of yours, Darya? I've got it here by the bed.
What's up? Might want to borrow it for a job.
What's mine is yours.
[exhales.]
Darya, Jack is dead.
I killed Jack two hours ago after he wired the car.
- [headboard thuds.]
- [Darya gasps.]
Don't move [exhales.]
one muscle.
I'm gonna play something for you, Darya.
[clicks.]
[tape rewinding.]
I think we'll both find this interesting.
- [clicks.]
- [line trills.]
[Ray.]
Darya, is that you? [Darya.]
Ray, where the hell are you? [Ray scoffs.]
Federal prison, South Dakota.
[Darya.]
What the fuck? What did you do, Ray? [Ray.]
Carried weapons over the state line.
I fucked up, the worst possible moment.
[Darya.]
How are you calling me? [Ray.]
This is a burner.
Don't worry about it.
Nobody's listening.
[Darya.]
So what do we do about Cooper? [Ray.]
I got another call from Jeffries.
You have to hit Cooper if he's still around tomorrow night.
That means you now, Darya.
You have to do this.
[Darya.]
Fuck.
Fuck, I think his car just pulled up.
Fuck! [exhales.]
Let's see what happens tomorrow.
If I have to, I'll take him out.
Shit, he's coming.
I got to get off the phone.
[line clicks.]
[clicks.]
[thudding.]
[atmospheric music.]
Shh.
Are you going to kill me? Yes, Darya.
Shit! [grunts.]
[whimpers.]
[blow lands.]
[whimpering.]
Darya who hired you and Ray to kill me? [sniffles.]
I don't know.
[mumbles.]
I don't know.
I swear, I don't Hmm? Ray knows.
I don't know.
He never told me.
Do you really expect me to believe that Ray's in prison for carrying guns over a state line? Darya, look at me.
This is quite an interesting thing to think about.
The game begins.
Did he say why they want me dead? No, I don't know why.
How much do they want me dead? What are they paying you? We'd split a half a million.
[crying softly.]
I wouldn't have done it.
[crying.]
I just said that to Ray.
Shut up, Darya.
[crying.]
But you said you were going away somewhere tomorrow.
Tomorrow, I'm supposed to get pulled back into what they call the Black Lodge.
But I'm not going back there.
I've got a plan for that one.
But this prison thing with that fucker Ray [sniffles.]
Darya, did Ray get that information from Hastings' secretary? [crying.]
Did he ever mention coordinates to you? [whimpers.]
I don't know what that is.
Geographical coordinates, numbers, letters.
They could save your life.
He said she told him something, but I don't know what.
[atmospheric music.]
Anybody ever show this to you before? Do you know what this is? Huh? Did you ever see anything like this? This is what I want.
[sniffles.]
Are you gonna kill me now? Yes, Darya.
[struggling.]
[screams.]
[screaming.]
[blow lands.]
[muffled gunshot.]
[faucet squeaks.]
[water running.]
[faucet squeaks.]
[briefcase latches click.]
[radio static clicking.]
Phillip? [man.]
You're late.
Couldn't be helped.
[man.]
I missed you in New York, but I see you're still in Buckhorn.
And you're still nowhere, is that correct? You met with Major Garland Briggs.
How did you know that? Phillip? Actually, I just called to say good-bye.
This is Phillip Jeffries, right? You're going back in tomorrow, and I will be with Bob again.
Who is this? [line clicks.]
[clicks.]
[device clicks.]
[rain pattering.]
[Chantal.]
Yeah? It's me.
I need you to clean up in room six.
Everything.
Darya? That's good news.
I was getting so jealous of that bitch.
Then go get your husband.
I need you and Hutch in a certain area in a few days.
I'll get word to you.
Okay, boss.
Chantal, come here.
Oh.
You're nice and wet.
Mm.
[chuckles softly.]
[electricity crackling.]
[ominous whooshing.]
[whooshing intensifies.]
[ominous scratching noise.]
[atmospheric music.]
[oddly reverberating.]
[atmospheric music.]
[ominous scratching noise.]
[ominous scratching noise.]
[electricity crackling.]
[ominous scratching noise.]
[ominous whooshing.]
[whooshing intensifies.]
[whooshing halts.]
[ominous music.]
[wind whooshing.]
[engine humming.]
[intense rumbling.]
[breathy sputtering.]
[roaring.]
[intense discordant music.]
[whooshing.]
[thud echoes.]
[distant traffic whooshing.]
[whoosh.]
[atmospheric hum.]
[door opens.]
[door shuts.]
Weird.
Where is he? Does this, by any chance, mean that I can go in there with you? I brought us two lattes again.
[rumbling.]
[structural creaking.]
[creaking intensifies.]
[loud clanking.]
[clank echoes.]
[ominous whooshing.]
[sonic pop.]
[faint hissing.]
[intense ominous whooshing.]
[wind whipping intensely.]
[lions snarling on TV.]
[water buffalo lowing on TV.]
[ominous atmospheric music.]
[squealing.]
[Chromatics' "Shadow" playing.]
Shadow Take me down Shadow Take me down with you For the last time For the last time For the last time For the last time You're in the water Great place, isn't it? Yeah, it's the dog's bollocks in here.
- What kind of beer do you want? - Oh, I'll have whatever.
[James.]
Two ice-cold Colonials.
No, you guys, my daughter is with the wrong guy.
Are you kidding me? Everybody loves Steven.
You don't know Becky.
I can see it on her face.
There is something really wrong.
It's her life.
Can you hear me Can you hear me Hey, over there.
There's James.
He's staring at you again.
[gasps.]
Does James have a thing for you? There's something wrong with that guy.
There's nothing wrong with him.
James was in a motorcycle accident.
He's just quiet now.
James is still cool.
He's always been cool.
For the last time For the last time For the last time At night I'm driving in your car Pretending that we'll leave this town We're watching all the streetlights fade And now you're just a stranger's dream I took your picture from the frame And now you're nothing like you seem Your shadow fell like last night's rain For the last time For the last time For the last time For the last time For the last time For the last time For the last time For the last time At night I'm driving in your car Pretending that we'll leave this town We're watching all the streetlights fade And now you're just a stranger's dream I took your picture from the frame And now you're nothing like you seem Your shadow fell like last night's rain For the last time For the last time For the last time For the last time [cheers and applause.]