Twin Peaks s03e06 Episode Script

1 [electricity crackling.]
[atmospheric music.]
[Julee Cruise's "Falling" playing.]
[soft jazz music.]
I told you to be on your way half an hour ago, sir.
There's no loitering here.
What's your name, sir? What's your name, sir? Dougie Jones.
And where do you live, Mr.
Jones? Home.
And where is home? No-no-no-no.
Don't touch the badge.
Manzella.
Manzella Court? Red door.
Have you been drinking, sir? Any drugs or medications? Have you taken anything? Case file.
Come with me.
Come on.
[doorbell chimes.]
[knocking.]
[Janey-E.]
Just a second.
Dougie? Ma'am, do you know this man? Uh, yes, of course I do.
He's my husband, Dougie Jones.
Where have you been? He seems a little disoriented.
That's on a good day.
He has no identification, and he wasn't able to give me the street address.
He only knew the house by the color of the door.
Oh thank you, very much, officers, for bringing him home.
Come on, sweetheart.
Let's get you in.
Badge.
Yes, that's my badge, sir, yeah.
Yeah, he He's got this thing for my badge, I don't know He likes Thank you.
Thank you, officer.
Come on in.
Uh, ma'am? There's an envelope here for you.
Oh.
Thank you again.
Good night.
Good night, ma'am.
Dougie, I'm sorry, I forgot, your car.
Where is your car? [sighs.]
Have you eaten? Come on.
I'm gonna fix you a sandwich.
Tomorrow lunchtime, I'm taking you to see Dr.
Ben.
He needs to take a good look at you.
Look at you.
And what are these? [mouth full.]
Case files.
Case files.
And this one there's nothing written on it.
Okay, Dougie, you need to go upstairs and say good night to Sonny Jim.
He's been waiting up for you.
Up for you.
Go upstairs and say good night to Sonny Jim.
Upstairs! [chews potato chip.]
Dougie.
[Dougie chewing.]
[soft clinking.]
[toiletry clinks.]
I already brushed my teeth.
Can I leave my cowboy light on? Will you stay with me until I fall asleep? Asleep.
[electricity humming.]
Dad.
[laughs.]
Dad.
[laughs.]
[Janey-E.]
Dougie! Get down here right now! Right now! Mom! He was gonna stay with me! Not tonight, he isn't.
Mommy will be up soon, honey.
Get down here, right now! You are in the doghouse, mister.
You were supposed to call them and set up a time to pay them off, and look, this shows up! Do you have an explanation for this? Jade.
Jade? So that's her name, is it? Jade give two rides.
I'll bet she did.
And you admit you know her.
[sighs.]
Look at you two, holding each other like that.
[exhales deeply.]
[telephone rings.]
Are you gonna answer that? [ringing.]
Maybe it's Jade calling! Jade.
Oh, my God, Dougie.
We are not done with this.
Hello? [man.]
Doug Jones.
Who is this? Doug Jones.
He's indisposed.
Did you get our envelope? Yes, I did, thank you very much.
Now, you listen to me.
How much does he owe you? Did he tell you? No, he didn't tell me.
I'm just finding out about all this right now.
Fifty thousand.
A and how's he supposed to get that? Hmm? Who can get that kind of money? And what if he doesn't have it? What are you gonna do then? Break his legs? Think about it, it's hard enough to get that kind of money, let alone with broken legs.
Fifty thousand dollars, past due.
It'd be real smart for Mr.
Jones to have that on him tomorrow when we call his office.
No, no, no, no.
Don't you dare go to his office.
I'll talk to you myself.
In the park, at the corner of Guinevere and Merlin by the mall.
I'll be the one carrying the red purse.
Red purse.
When? Noon-thirty tomorrow.
[line clicks.]
[dial tone.]
[exhales.]
What a mess you've made of our lives, Dougie.
Now, what am I gonna do with you? I was gonna take you to see Dr.
Ben tomorrow during your lunch hour.
And now I have to meet your friends at 12:30.
[exhales.]
I w-where's your car? And your wallet? What happened to your wallet and your identification? And if that's work, you better get started right away.
The last thing we need is you losing your job, Dougie.
[exhales.]
Okay, now, I'm gonna go upstairs and say good night to Sonny Jim.
[sighs.]
Tomorrow's a big day.
Big day.
- Oh, Dougie - Big day.
[exhales.]
Yes, sweetheart.
[smooch.]
[atmospheric music.]
[grating music.]
[ambient music.]
[odd reverberations.]
[oddly reverberating.]
[atmospheric whooshing.]
[soft jazz music.]
[jazzy atmospheric music.]
[traffic blaring.]
You have a super night too, Gordon.
I don't know when I'm gonna get home.
[Gordon.]
Thank you, Albert.
And let me remind you that this work you are doing tonight is very, very important.
And I will be thinking of you as I drink this [woman.]
Here you go.
[Gordon.]
Thank you, sweetheart.
Fine Bordeaux.
Yes, I love a night on the town when it's 34 degrees and raining.
[gear shifts.]
Fuck Gene Kelly, you motherfucker! [neon humming.]
[loud indistinct chatter.]
[muffled rock band playing.]
Diane.
Hello, Albert.
[rumbling.]
[sniffing.]
[swallows.]
[startles.]
[sniffing.]
[sniffs.]
Ah, shit.
[startles.]
Ah.
[sharp exhaling.]
Whoa.
That is whoo! [chuckles.]
That's right, small time.
You can, uh, you can pick the rest of it up at Mary Ann's.
[sniffs.]
How'd you know that name? You know the area? Mm Shit.
Oh, tha this stuff kicks.
[scoffs.]
[arm whips.]
Have you ever studied your hand? [grunts.]
What do you think? I've been all around here last couple of weeks.
I, uh [soft laugh.]
I like it.
We can We can move the sparkle right down from Canada.
Yeah.
[groans.]
[groans.]
I got a problem with my liver.
[groans.]
Hey, these fucking little towns, they're a pushover, right? Law enforcement's asleep at the wheel.
Fuckin' sheriff here is like 90 years old or something.
[arms whip.]
Did you ever the see the movie The King and I? What? I said I like it.
What do you think? You, uh, you got this under control? Yeah.
You better have.
There's there's one problem.
I don't know you yet.
I'm gonna be watching you, kid.
I'm watching you.
Got that? Yeah.
I got it.
Don't call me "kid.
" [laughs.]
Just Just remember this, kid I will saw your head open and eat your brains if you fuck me over.
You can count on that.
[coins jingle.]
[sniffs.]
[coin whirring.]
[coin clinks.]
[swallows.]
[soft metallic crunching.]
[coin whirring.]
[coin lands.]
This is you.
This is me.
[soft atmospheric music.]
Heads, I win.
Tails, you lose.
[soft yell.]
"Kid.
" [soft laugh.]
Fuck you, man! [exhales.]
Come on.
Come on.
[exhales.]
Come on.
Come on.
[train passing distantly.]
[engine revving.]
Morning, Bill.
Hey, Carl! Yeah? Can I get a ride with you into town? I-I gotta pick up Linda's mail at the P.
O.
Sure, Mickey.
Bill.
[sighs.]
Beautiful morning, huh? [Mickey.]
You, uh, you go into town about this time every day, don't you? Damn near.
How come? Gets me out of this trailer park.
Not much I got to look forward to at my age, Mickey, except the hammer slamming down.
Don't say that, Carl.
You know, you got a lot of tread left.
How's Linda? She's doing a lot better.
Got the government agencies to finally get one of them electric wheelchairs.
Fuckin' war.
So the government's taking care of you, huh? Not hardly.
Took us about six months to get this wheelchair for her.
Fuckin' government.
Ha.
[truck whooshes.]
Want a smoke? Yeah.
Yeah, but I quit.
Quit? Yeah.
Quit about a year ago.
I've been smoking for 75 years, every fucking day.
[laughs.]
- [giggling.]
- So when I pass that shop, I say, "Oh, I wonder if they have a cupcake with my name on it.
" And when I go in, sure enough, they have it.
- [giggles.]
- It's magic.
[giggles.]
And when I pass by the Double R, I say, "Hm, I wonder if they have a slice of cherry pie with my name on it.
" And when I come in, sure enough, you have it.
[giggles.]
Today you had two pieces of pie with my name on it, each one.
[giggles.]
Well, Miriam, it turns out you're one of our best pie customers ever.
Because Norma makes the best pies.
- She sure does.
- Mm-hmm.
Oh, hey, can I get two cups of coffee to go? One decaf for me and one regular for one of the moms who loves Double R coffee? - [Shelly.]
Coming right up.
- Excellent.
How is school, Miriam? Oh, the kids this year are so cute.
Aw.
[giggles.]
Okay, here you go.
Keep the change.
The tip is for you all.
Oh, thank you, Miriam.
- Thank you, Miriam.
- Bye.
[front door opens.]
[passing traffic.]
[door shuts.]
She can't afford to leave a tip like that.
I know.
Poor thing.
But she just loves our pies.
You know what? Next time, let's treat her.
Oh, yeah, great.
[giggling.]
Great idea.
Stupid magic motherfucker.
Ha, yeah, "kid"? I'll show you fucking kid.
[gear crunches.]
[laughs.]
Whoo! [engine revving.]
Yeah! [birds chirping softly.]
[woman and child laughing.]
Got ya.
[boy laughs.]
[laughing.]
[boy laughs.]
[atmospheric music.]
[engine revving.]
[exhales.]
Whoo! What the fuck? Fuck this.
[tires squeal.]
[gear crunches.]
[tires squeal.]
[dramatic music.]
Hey! No! [intense music.]
No! [crying.]
[weeping.]
[weeping.]
Oh, no.
No.
Oh, God.
[weeping.]
Hey! Hey, I told you to get out of the fucking way! [ambient music.]
[weeping.]
[woman wailing.]
[weeping.]
[ethereal whooshing.]
[weeping.]
No.
[ominous music.]
God.
[weeping.]
[siren wailing distantly.]
[woman wailing.]
[crying.]
[soft rumbling.]
[electricity crackling.]
[keys clacking.]
[beeping.]
[electronic lock clicks.]
[clears throat softly.]
[keys clacking.]
[clacking stops.]
[clacking resumes.]
[motor droning.]
Greg! I found the plate.
One-one-nine! One-one-nine! David, union, George, Edward, Lincoln, victor.
Copy? Got it.
[truck bed clanks.]
[truck bed motor whirring.]
[siren wailing distantly.]
[soft atmospheric music.]
[BluntedBeatz' "I Am (Old School Hip-Hop Beat)" plays.]
[music halts.]
[ding.]
[office phones ringing.]
Dougie? Dougie.
[ding.]
Dougie.
Quit clowning around.
[indistinct chatter.]
Dougie [ding.]
Dougie.
[buzzes.]
[buzzing.]
Dougie.
Come on.
[indistinct chatter.]
Jones! Jones! Jones! Dougie! In my office! Now! Huh.
[soft atmospheric music.]
[groans softly.]
What the hell are all these childish scribbles? H-how am I gonna make any sense out of this? Make sense of it.
I'm thinking you may need some good professional help, Dougie.
Help Dougie.
[jazzy atmospheric music.]
Dougie.
Thank you.
I want you to keep this information to yourself.
This is disturbing.
[soft scoff.]
To say the least.
I'll take it from here.
But I may need your help again.
[exhales.]
You've certainly given me a lot to think about.
Think about.
Dougie? [soft chuckle.]
You're an An interesting fellow.
[soft laugh.]
[children playing.]
You Jones? Yes.
Now let's get to it.
Explain to me exactly what Dougie did to make him owe you money.
He borrowed it.
What do you mean, "he borrowed it"? He took points on a football game.
He got greedy, he doubled down.
It didn't work out for him.
Out 20 grand he was, plus interest.
Now, that was three weeks ago.
Meter's still running.
It's up to 52.
So let me get this straight.
People were playing games.
He made a bet where he lost $20,000.
But you want him to pay you back $52,000? Very good.
That's correct.
Okay, so you get this straight.
My husband has a job, he has a wife, he has a child, he does not make enough money to pay back $52,000 for anything.
We are not wealthy people.
We drive cheap, terrible cars.
We are the 99 percenters.
And we are shit on enough.
And we are certainly not gonna be shit on by the likes of you.
Nevertheless, lady So here's what we're gonna do.
Without my knowledge, my husband came to you for a loan of $20,000.
You were nice enough to give it to him.
But he should never have been gambling like that.
I'm gonna pay you back.
Now, at my bank, where we make less than one percent interest on what little money we have, people would be turning cartwheels just to get 25 percent interest on any loan, and that is what I'm generously gonna give to you right now, $25,000.
That is my first, last, and only offer to you.
What kind of world are we living in where people can behave like this? Treat other people this way without any compassion or feeling for their suffering? We are living in a dark, dark age, and you are part of the problem.
Now, I suggest you take a good, long look at yourselves because I never want to see either of you again.
[engine turns over.]
Tough dame.
- Tough.
- [tires squeal.]
What do you mean he wasn't in the car? Three bodies? [woman screams.]
[grunts.]
[screams.]
[both screaming.]
[roars.]
[spits.]
[roaring.]
[flesh squishing.]
[growls.]
[weapon whips.]
[woman screaming.]
[furniture clatters.]
Oh, no.
[approaching truck rumbles.]
[electricity crackling.]
[gear crunches.]
[engine idling.]
Fuck! [coin clatters.]
[dark music.]
The hell? Use the ladies' room, Chad.
The hell are you doing? Please, Chad, use another restroom.
Clear this with the sheriff? I'll tell him if you don't.
Yeah, you do that, Chad.
[indistinct radio chatter.]
Filling out paperwork's no fun, fellows.
I know that, but, uh, gotta be done.
And when you finish [Doris.]
That motherfucking piece of shit.
- I want you to handle that - [Doris huffing.]
[Doris.]
Well, surprise, surprise! It's not fixed! What's that, Doris? Dad's car.
This morning he went to drive, couldn't even get it out of the driveway, Frank! It just lurched and lurched.
Sounds like he left the emergency brake on.
Are you telling me my father doesn't know how to drive a car? Is that what you're telling me? Don't you dare, don't you dare try to blame my father for that car not running right! [Frank.]
We'll get it looked at again if it'll make you feel better.
Feel better? Feel better? Why, why are you always against me, Frank? Let's go to my office.
They did a lousy job fixing that car.
[Doris.]
They have to make it right, or we're not paying them until they do! I sure wouldn't take that kind of shit off her.
What? You don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, yeah? How's that? Forget it.
What's the matter? It's a free world.
I can voice my opinion.
Oh, you sure can.
Oh, brother.
She didn't use to be like this.
You didn't know that their son committed suicide? Yeah, I heard something about that.
He couldn't take being a soldier.
[weeps mockingly.]
[indistinct radio chatter.]
Sheriff's Department.
What's your emergency? [Sharon Van Etten's "Tarifa" plays.]
- [keys clacking.]
- Where's your location? - [keys clacking.]
- What's your telephone number? Hit the ground The yard I found something I could taste Your mouth Shut the door Now in the sun tanning You were so Just Looking across The sky Can't remember I can't recall no I can't remember Anything at all Let's run under Cursing myself at night Slow it was seven I wish it was Seven all night Tell me when Tell me when is this over Chewed you out Chew me out When I'm stupid I don't wanna Everyone else pales Send in the owl Tell me I'm not a child You summon Forget about Everyone else Fall away Somehow [electricity crackling.]