Twin Peaks s03e13 Episode Script

1 [electricity crackling.]
atmospheric music Julee Cruise's "Falling" playing [zany upbeat percussive music.]
[soft cheering and laughter.]
[mouths words.]
[Bushnell.]
Come in! [cheering and laughter.]
- Oh! - How you doing? [Rodney.]
Our new favorite insurance agency! Oh, my, God, Battling Bud, you're the man! [chuckles.]
Looks like you boys made quite a night of it.
[men chuckling.]
Dougie, you might want to call your wife.
Wife? [laughter.]
[coughs.]
Bushnell, we come bearing gifts, tokens of our gratitude to you.
[chuckles.]
What is all this? A box of Montecristo Number Twos.
Oh, nice.
A set of monogrammed diamond cuff links.
Oh, they're beautiful.
- [woman giggling.]
- [Bushnell chuckling.]
And the keys to your new car! [woman giggles.]
A BMW convertible.
Now you and Dougie have a matched set.
- [laughter and giggling.]
- Fellas I am speechless.
- Oh! - [woman giggling.]
A wrong has been made right, and the sun is shining bright.
[laughs.]
Ah, thank you, fellas.
[Bradley cheering indistinctly.]
[cheering and laughter.]
[brooding music.]
[breathing heavily.]
I-I have no idea what happened, Mr.
Todd.
Well, this is most unfortunate.
I agree.
I don't know what to say.
[Todd.]
But you know what to do.
We talked about this.
I am giving you one day to remedy this situation.
But you said two before.
One day.
[Todd.]
Do we have a complete understanding? Yes, sir.
[line clicks.]
[dial tone.]
[grunts.]
[keys clacking.]
[clatter, button clicks.]
- [intercom beeps.]
- Roger.
Roger, get in here, please.
[distant birds chirping.]
[knock at door.]
Hold on just a minute.
Mrs.
Jones? Yeah? Uh, where do you want it set up? W-what? Sonny Jim's new gym set, courtesy of the Mitchum brothers.
And the car, too? Mitchum brothers.
Where do you want the gym? Backyard? All right.
Guys! Let's go.
The backyard.
[metal rustling.]
[soft music.]
[Tchaikovsky's "Dance of the Swans" playing.]
[Janey-E.]
Oh, Dougie.
When you didn't come home last night, I thought the worst.
Look what you've done.
Sonny Jim's in seventh heaven.
- Seven heaven.
- Mm.
And then the car Oh, Dougie I love you so much.
[silently repeats words.]
[wind whooshing.]
[soft atmospheric music.]
[garage door rumbling.]
[engine rumbling.]
[Ray.]
Fuck.
Fuck.
What's the problem, Ray? I killed that guy.
[Ray.]
He's the one I told you about.
You didn't kill him too good, Ray.
I will now.
Hey, Ray, you in here somewhere? [Renzo.]
And how did he get the code? I gave it to him.
[Cooper.]
Came to see you, buddy.
But only to the door.
So he's trapped.
And mine.
[Renzo.]
All right.
I'll let you have him.
I want to have some fun with him first.
Bring him up! - [intercom buzzes.]
- Get in the elevator.
[soft brooding music.]
[door clicking.]
[door clanks.]
[elevator motor humming.]
[gun cocks.]
Put the gun away, Ray.
[elevator clanks, door clicking.]
What do we have here? I came to see my friend Ray.
I'm here, you fuck.
[Renzo.]
Settle down, Ray.
Looks like we got ourselves a new contestant here.
Tell him how it works, Muddy.
Real simple.
This man is our boss 'cause no one can beat him at arm wrestling.
Imagine all the men who've tried.
Many, many.
[Muddy.]
In 14 years, no one's ever even come close.
Any new guy gets one chance.
One chance.
[Muddy.]
And if you lose, Renzo's your boss.
So you can leave now.
If you stay and lose and you do not do what Renzo says you die.
[Muddy.]
So you decide.
You stay and play the game.
It's your choice.
Looking at you, I'd say you better leave.
[Muddy chuckles.]
What is this, kindergarten? Nursery school? What do I get if I win? [scattered chuckling.]
Then you'd be our boss.
I don't want to be your boss.
But if I win, I want him.
[scoffs softly.]
Step inside.
Let's play the game.
[brooding music.]
[chuckles softly.]
That was from the nursery-school teacher.
Sit down.
Rules! Starting position.
Wrestling arm on table.
[elbow thuds.]
- [men chuckling.]
- Yeah.
[man.]
Doesn't know what he got into.
Other hand cannot touch table.
Hands up! Grip! Do not start until I say.
You ready, boss? Ready.
You ready? - [men chuckling.]
- Ready.
- [man.]
Look at him.
- [man chuckles.]
- [men chuckling.]
- [man.]
Yeah, he's ready.
- [men chuckle.]
- He's not ready.
Commence arm wrestle! [men shouting.]
Ain't touching yet! - [shouting continues.]
- [man.]
Take him out! Take him down! [shouting continues.]
Starting positions.
- [shouting dies down.]
- [man.]
Come on.
- Come on, boss.
- Boss, what are you doing? Come on, stop playing around, boss.
- [man.]
Yeah.
- [men shouting.]
[inhales sharply, grunts.]
[shouting continues.]
- [man.]
Don't play around, boss.
- [man.]
Come on, finish him.
Come on, do it! [shouting continues.]
Starting position's more comfortable.
[shouting dies down.]
[man.]
Come on, man! [shouting continues.]
Come on, boss! Get him! [inhales sharply.]
Don't you fucking move, Ray! - [man.]
Oh, come on.
- [man.]
Come on, boss.
[man.]
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back.
- [man.]
Come on, come on.
- [shouting continues.]
[inhales sharply, grunts.]
[shouting continues.]
It hurt my arm when you moved it down here.
[shouting continues.]
But it really hurt when you had it down here.
[shouting intensifies.]
See? [straining.]
Doesn't that hurt your arm when I go like that? [shouting continues.]
I think it's much worse when it's down here.
[grunts in pain.]
Ah, fuck.
[shouting continues.]
Let's go back to starting positions.
It's really much more comfortable.
[shouting continues.]
[man.]
Take him out now! You best stay here.
- [man.]
Finish him! - [man.]
Come on! [strains.]
[shouting continues.]
[straining.]
[men.]
Take him out! [bone crunches.]
- [screams.]
- [man.]
Oh, shit! - [body thumps.]
- [man.]
Oh! [Ray grunting.]
[man.]
Grab him.
Stand up, stand up.
- Stand up, stay there.
- Shit.
[Ray breathing heavily.]
He's all yours, boss.
Give me some cell phones.
Y-you're not gonna get any reception up here, boss.
Ray and I are gonna need some privacy.
[Muddy.]
He's all yours, boss.
Can we talk about this? Aah! Gaah! [groans in pain.]
Now we can talk.
[groaning in pain.]
Do you need any money? No.
Somebody hired you to kill me.
Who is it? [scoffs.]
I can make you tell me.
I know it.
It came through a man named Phillip Jeffries.
At least that's the name he gives.
I never met him.
I only talked to him on the phone.
Keep talking.
He set the whole prison thing up with Warden Murphy.
Jeffries says you were gonna kill me.
He said I could get out and stay out if I killed you first.
Why? He said that you got something inside that they want.
[groaning in pain.]
Did he ever mention Major Briggs? No.
Easy, Ray.
You know I don't have a gun.
I got to show you something.
[groans in pain.]
Oh.
[breathing heavily.]
Jeffries said I was supposed to put this on you after I killed you.
Where did you get that? It was given to me right before I walked out of my cell and saw you.
Who gave it to you? [exhales softly.]
A guard.
I don't know.
He was dressed as a guard, but I'd never seen him before.
Put it on ring finger, left hand.
[groaning softly.]
Now you know what I want, Ray.
[chuckles.]
You want the coordinates I got from Hastings? Rather, his pretty secretary, Betty? Do you really think I'm gonna give them to you? You really think you could even trust the numbers I give you? I know who you are.
Can I reach in my pocket? Depends on what's in the pocket.
The numbers, stupid.
I have the coordinates written out.
They're in my pocket.
[paper rustling.]
Here [groans in pain.]
Ray, where is Phillip Jeffries? I don't know.
Ray, where's Phillip Jeffries? Last I heard, he was at a place called The Dutchman's, but it's not a real place.
I know what it is.
[atmospheric whoosh.]
[ring clinking on floor.]
[clink echoing.]
[brooding atmospheric music.]
[odd reverberation.]
[siren chirping.]
No.
You went too far.
It's it's about two blocks back.
Try to make a U-turn.
Okay, then jus Go around the block.
You just missed it.
Yeah.
I'll tell him.
All right.
Bye, Mom.
Drive careful.
Mom wants us to come to Sunday dinner.
Hopes there's no murders this weekend.
[laughs.]
Fat chance that's gonna happen.
[both laugh.]
[Phil.]
Hey, hey, hey! She can't piss on the floor! - Get her out of here! - [woman screams.]
[man.]
She's still pissing, Phil.
[woman.]
Cocksuckers! I'll shit in your mouth! [man.]
I'll get her.
- [muffled rumbling.]
- [distant office phone ringing.]
[man.]
And she's got a knife! [woman.]
Fuck you, Twinkies! I'll cut your nuts off! [man.]
Tase her, Tase her! - [muffled rumbling.]
- [man.]
Phil, Tase her! - [Taser discharging.]
- [woman screams.]
- [muffled rumbling.]
- [woman screaming.]
[clears throat.]
[woman screaming painfully.]
[Phil.]
Get her out of here.
[woman shrieks.]
[woman.]
We want to report a cop! [man.]
Take a seat, ma'am.
I'll be with you in a minute.
[sighs.]
Got the prints on our pal Douglas Jones.
Oh.
According to AFIS, he escaped from a high-security prison in South Dakota two days ago.
- What? - No, it gets better.
He's a missing FBI agent.
[laughs.]
- That - [sighs happily.]
That's a huge fucking mistake! [chuckles.]
[laughs.]
What? - A dollar? - Oh, go for it.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Sure.
- Oh! - Ah! Oh! - [laughs.]
- All right, all right.
Ex excuse me? I-I'm looking for Detective Clark.
Yeah, he's out back, grabbing a smoke.
Just through the doors.
[softly.]
Okay.
Thank you.
Hey.
F-fuck.
- What are you doing? - I need to ask you a question.
You know you're not supposed to come here.
I have to ask you a question.
Better be good.
It is.
I need to know a good poison I could use Undetectable.
You shit.
What? Aconitine.
Crime labs are getting wise to it, but it's your best bet.
Where do I get it? By paying me top fucking dollar, cowboy.
Why are you so against me? 'Cause you're a weak fucking coward.
It makes me sick just to look at you.
I'm trying to keep this whole operation from falling apart.
Somebody's onto us.
That's why I need the stuff.
It's gonna cost you.
Five thousand.
It'll do the job, give you two hours to get away.
It's perfect for a chickenshit punk like you.
I'll get the money.
Nine-thirty tonight, outside of Crosley's, at the back door.
What's up? He's cracking.
The fuck wants to poison somebody.
I'll call Mr.
Todd.
Yeah.
[engine revving.]
[crunching.]
Utah.
Mormons.
[crunching.]
They don't drink liquor.
They don't drink coffee.
They don't drink Coca-Cola.
And they don't even have sex before marriage.
[crunching.]
Yeah, but when they do get married, I heard they they can marry, like, six or ten women.
Funny there's not more of them.
I guess it's the drinks.
[crunching.]
- [engine stops.]
- [Janey-E sighs happily.]
[seat belt clicks.]
Oh, Dougie.
[seat belt clicks.]
[engine turning over.]
[elevator bell dings.]
[footsteps.]
[thud.]
[elevator bell dings.]
[indistinct chatter.]
[distant siren wailing.]
[elevator bell dings.]
Good morning, Dougie.
What do you say to a nice hot cup of coffee? Coffee.
It's on me.
Coffee for the great Dougie Jones.
Dougie Jones.
[coffee maker hissing.]
Here you go.
Mm.
Ahh.
[distant coffee maker hissing.]
[coffee maker hissing.]
[coffee maker gurgling.]
[indistinct chatter.]
Hon, you want some cherry pie? Cherry pie.
Go sit down.
I'll bring you a slice.
Go enjoy your coffee.
Coffee.
[woman.]
Don't worry about it, okay? [distant elevator bell dings.]
[distant footsteps.]
[whimpers.]
[voice breaking.]
Dougie there's your coffee.
Your coffee.
[cries.]
Oh, God! So sorry.
I never meant to hurt anyone.
[cries.]
[slurping.]
Here's your cherry pie.
[crying.]
Oh, oh [toilet flushes.]
That bad, huh? [crying.]
Dougie! Dougie, I'm so sorry! So sorry! [softly.]
Mm.
- [softly.]
Mm.
- [Anthony crying.]
[wind whooshing.]
[indistinct chatter.]
[cell phone ringing and vibrating.]
Hey, Becky.
[crying softly.]
Mom Steven never came home last night.
That's two nights that he's been gone.
That's two days, Mom.
Oh, I'm sorry, honey.
[Becky.]
I'm really worried.
Well, maybe he just needs some time.
I don't know.
I think he's going through something bad.
I can feel it.
[sniffles.]
Okay, honey, can we talk about this later? Hungry customers.
Sure.
[sniffles.]
No, you know what? Why don't you come down here, and I'm gonna serve you up a beautiful piece of cherry pie, a scoop of vanilla ice cream, and lots of whipped cream.
Oh damn, okay.
Ah.
That sounds so good.
Okay.
Okay, I'll be right there.
Okay, hurry up, and we'll find some time to talk, okay? [Becky.]
Okay, thanks.
I love you.
I love you, too.
[distant office phones ringing.]
[Anthony.]
I I can't believe what I've don I can't believe what I've become.
I tried poisoning Dougie.
He saw right through me.
Oh, God.
He was so kind about it.
I can't believe what I was about to do.
[cries.]
I have to confess.
Confess.
[crying softly.]
I will, Dougie.
I will.
[cries.]
Bushnell I've been selling you down the river for months and months for Duncan Todd.
I've been working for Todd.
I I've lied and cheated for money.
Anthony Dougie already showed me.
He explained all this already.
[weakly.]
He did? Now that you're confessing, I have to admit that my anger, my contempt for you is subsiding.
[crying softly.]
Dougie even implicated himself.
And he showed me how you manipulated claims, and you cost me plenty.
I trusted you, Anthony.
I looked at you as my friend and my number-one sales agent.
[crying.]
Number-one sales agent.
How can I make it up to you? I'm so ashamed of what I've done.
And if it weren't for Dougie, I might have a murder on my hands.
Oh, my God, what can I do? I was prepared to send you away for a long, long time.
Oh.
But now are you prepared to testify against Duncan Todd? Y-yes.
Y-yes.
Yes, even if I die in the process.
I haven't slept for weeks.
I vomited blood.
I can't live like this.
I only want to die or change.
Bushnell, please help me.
I only want to make things right again.
[stammers.]
And these two cops that Dougie found? Wha He knows about them, too? Them, too.
They're worse than Todd.
You don't know what you're asking.
Oh I'm not really asking, Anthony.
[crying.]
I-I only want to fix this mess I made.
[sobbing.]
Dougie saved my life.
Thank you, Dougie.
Thank Dougie.
Thank you.
Thank you.
[indistinct chatter.]
How are you? How are you? Hanging in.
- [chuckles.]
- I will have the usual.
Okay.
- Get that right up for you.
- Thanks.
Yeah, no problem.
Hey, Norma.
Shelly go home already? Yeah, she did.
Oh, okay.
[inhales deeply.]
I'll leave you two.
No, no, come and have some dinner.
I just ordered.
Thanks.
Bobby, get your butt back over here.
It's no good eating alone.
[exhales deeply.]
[chuckles.]
Thanks.
[sighs.]
So - [Norma laughs.]
- [Bobby chuckles.]
What's new, Deputy? Oh, well, we, uh, found some stuff that my dad left today.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
What kind of stuff? Don't know yet, but it Something.
- [Ed.]
Oh.
- [Bobby.]
You know? [footsteps approaching.]
Oh.
Thanks.
We're gonna check it out, though.
I'll tell you that.
I'll go bring your dinner, Ed.
[softly.]
Hey? You want me to move to another booth? So you guys can? No reason, pal.
Nothing happening here.
[chuckles.]
- [Norma.]
There you go.
- [Ed.]
Thanks, babe.
Hey, you.
Hey, girl.
- [Norma.]
Hey.
- [Walter.]
Mm.
[chuckles.]
Oh You two talk business.
We'll move somewhere else.
[clears throat.]
Good to see you, Walter.
Oh, yeah.
Good to see you, too.
[clears throat.]
What's his name again? Ed.
Ed Hurley.
Oh, right, yeah.
You're looking beautiful.
Well, thanks.
[chuckles.]
So, uh, to what do I owe this pleasure? Norma, I had to make the drive 'cause I got last month's reports this morning, and I was so excited to share them with you.
Tell me.
Hmm-mm.
Three of our five Norma's Double R franchises turned a profit.
And that's a huge milestone for such a new brand, particularly when this whole region still faces such uphill challenges economically.
So that's good? [chuckles.]
That's very good.
[Walter and Norma speaking indistinctly.]
Looking at what's Curiously, one of the two that's lagging is this one right here Your flagship diner.
Well, business always takes a little dip this time of year.
It's been going on for a few months now.
So I took the liberty of running a point-of-sale analysis between this location and the others.
I-I can't really decipher that.
Could you just tell me what it means? In black and white, you're spending too much per pie and not charging enough.
Well, look, Walter, I wanted to say this to you before.
It's I-I've heard from other people that they think that our pies at the other locations are just not as good as the ones we have here.
I hear you.
And I gave them all my exact recipes, as per our agreement, but I don't think they're following them.
Norma, I assure you they're following your recipes to the letter, but also per the agreement [sighs.]
Using their discretion about where they get the ingredients.
Mm, no.
All my ingredients are natural, organic, local.
I know.
You make them with love.
But this was our agreement.
Norma you're a real artist.
But love doesn't always turn a profit.
We believe in you 100 percent, but from a business perspective, the board would like you to consider some alternatives without sacrificing any of the high standards that you're so well-known for.
Well, if you can explain the alternatives, I'll I'll look into it.
Well, look, I-I don't mean to sound discouraging one little bit.
This is all good news.
It's just about tweaking the formula to ensure consistency and profitability.
For instance, we think it's really time you changed this name to Norma's Double R.
[sighs.]
You know, Walter, in Twin Peaks, it's been the Double R Diner for over 50 years, and that's how people know it.
No disrespect to the Double R, but you'll recall our market research showed people responded so much more favorably to your name Norma's Double R, as it should be.
You're the face of the franchise.
[chuckles.]
[exhales softly.]
Are we on for dinner later? To celebrate? [chuckles.]
Yes, Walter.
[silverware clinks.]
So [Norma.]
Okay, so, just in case [vehicle passing in the distance.]
[insects chirping.]
[slurps.]
[keys clacking.]
[insects chirping.]
[tires screech, gear shifts.]
[tires squeal.]
[tires screech.]
[engine idling.]
[keys clacking.]
[doorbell buzzing.]
[buzzing continues.]
[Nadine.]
I'm sorry.
We're closed.
Oh, my God! - [Nadine.]
Oh.
- [lock clicks, bell dings.]
Dr.
Jacoby.
Nadine.
- Is that you? - It's me.
Can I call you Dr.
Amp? That's me.
[chuckles.]
I usually leave out the back.
- Oh, my God! - [chuckles.]
I love your show so much.
You have done so much for me.
Well, I love your Your window display.
Oh.
Do you like it? - Oh, my God.
- Do you really like it? It it's magnificent.
And those drapes are completely silent.
This is my tribute to you, Dr.
Amp.
Thanks to you, I am really starting to shovel myself out of the shit! Oh, Nadine.
That that just means the world to me.
It really does.
You you know, it's It's us against them.
And I am your most loyal foot soldier or shoveler.
[both chuckle.]
You know, the last last time I saw you, it was about seven years ago.
- You - Mm.
You were down on your hands and knees, looking for a potato.
Where was I? It was, uh, you know, in the supermarket.
You you had dropped it.
It There was a a big storm that day.
[distant train whistle blows.]
Oh.
[distant dog barking.]
[man on TV.]
Oh, the right hand catches the big guy by the ear! And he finally goes down, hangs onto the ropes.
Oh, the gentleman asks him if he's okay.
Looks like, uh, round number one and two under way.
Now it's a boxing match again.
[bell clangs, cheering on TV.]
[static sputters.]
[man on TV.]
Oh, the right hand catches the big guy by the ear! And he finally goes down, hangs onto the ropes.
Oh, the gentleman asks him if he's okay.
Looks like, uh, round number one and two under way.
Now it's a boxing match again.
[bell clangs, cheering on TV.]
[static sputters.]
[man on TV.]
Oh, the right hand catches the big guy by the ear! And he finally goes down, hangs onto the ropes.
Oh, the gentleman asks him if he's okay.
Looks like, uh, round number one and two under way.
Now it's a boxing match again.
[bell clangs, cheering on TV.]
[static sputters.]
[man on TV.]
Oh, the right hand catches the big guy by the ear! And he finally goes down, hangs onto the ropes.
Oh, the gentleman asks him if he's okay.
[bottles clinking.]
Looks like, uh, round number one and two under way.
Now it's a boxing match again.
[bell clangs, cheering on TV.]
[static sputters.]
[man on TV.]
Oh, the right hand catches the big guy by the ear! And he finally goes down, hangs onto the ropes.
[sighs, inhales sharply.]
[man on TV.]
Oh, the gentleman asks him if he's okay.
[liquid trickles.]
Looks like, uh, round number one and two under way.
Now it's a boxing match again.
[bell clangs, cheering on TV.]
[static sputters.]
[man on TV.]
Oh, the right hand catches the big guy by the ear! And he finally goes down, hangs onto the ropes.
Oh, the gentleman asks him if he's okay.
Looks like, uh, round number one and two under way.
- Now it's a boxing match again.
- [bell clangs, cheering on TV.]
[static sputters.]
[man on TV.]
Oh, the right hand catches the big guy by the ear! And he finally goes down, hangs onto the ropes.
Oh, the gentleman asks him if he's okay.
Looks like, uh, round number one and two under way.
Now it's a boxing match again.
[bell clangs, cheering on TV.]
[static sputters.]
[man on TV.]
Oh, the right hand catches the big guy by the ear! And he finally goes down, hangs onto the ropes.
[cheers on TV.]
[static sputters.]
[man on TV.]
Oh, the gentleman asks him if he's okay.
Now it's a boxing match again.
[bell clangs, cheering on TV.]
[static sputters.]
[man on TV.]
Oh, the right hand catches the big guy by the ear! [breathing shakily.]
What did she say? Audrey we've been over this.
Tell me! [Charlie.]
Audrey.
Stop it.
[cries softly.]
[breathing shakily.]
I d I feel like I'm somewhere else.
Have you ever had that feeling, Charlie? No.
Like I'm somewhere else and and like I'm somebody else.
Have you ever felt that? No.
I always feel like myself.
[Charlie.]
And it may not always be the best feeling.
Well, I'm not sure who I am, but I'm not me.
This is Existentialism 101.
Oh, fuck you! I'm serious! Who am I supposed to trust but myself? And I don't even know who I am! So what the fuck am I supposed to do? You're supposed to go to the Roadhouse and see if Billy is there.
[breathing shakily.]
I guess.
Is it far? Come on, Audrey, you know where it is.
If I didn't know better, I would swear you were on drugs.
Just where is it? I'm gonna take you there.
Now, are you gonna stop playing games, or do I have to end your story, too? [breathing shakily.]
What story is that, Charlie? Is that the story of the little girl who lived down the lane? Is it? [breathing shakily.]
You're the one that wanted to go.
Now you're looking like you want to stay.
I want to stay, and I want to go.
I want to do both.
Which will it be, Charlie? Hmm? Which one would you be? Charlie, help me.
It's like Ghostwood here.
[stifled crying.]
[MC.]
Ladies and gentlemen, the Roadhouse is proud to welcome James Hurley.
[cheers and applause.]
[playing "Just You".]
Just you And I Just you And I Together Forever In love Just you [both.]
Just you And I [both.]
And I Just you [both.]
Just you And I [both.]
And I Together Forever In love In love [both.]
In love We go strolling Together [both vocalizing.]
In love [both.]
In love We go strolling Forever [women vocalizing.]
[James.]
Oh Just you [both.]
Just you And I [both.]
And I Just you [both.]
Just you And I [both.]
And I Together Forever [James.]
In love [both.]
Just you And I [both.]
Just you And I [both.]
Just you And I [song ends.]
[cheers and applause.]
[whistling.]
[cheers, applause, and whistling continue.]
[insects chirping.]
[vehicles passing.]
[electricity crackling.]