Twin Peaks (2017): Season 1, Episode 7 - Part 7 - full transcript

Cooper and Janey-E are in for a violent surprise at the Lucky 7 office. Meanwhile, Gordon and Albert try enlisting Diane to figure out the mystery of the man they believe to be Cooper in jail.

Jerry?

Jerry?

Jerry?

- Jerry, what's going on?
- Someone stole my car.

What?

Didn't I tell you?

Jerry, what's going on?

Someone stole your car?

You say the same thing?

What?

Jerry.



I think I'm high!

Oh, good Lord, Jerry.

I don't know where I am!

This is what I found.

From Laura Palmer?

Yeah.

"This came to me
in a dream last night.

My name is Annie.

I've been with Dale and Laura.

The good Dale is in the
lodge, and he can't leave.

Write it in your diary."
Unquote.

"Dale" as in
Special Agent Dale Cooper?

Right.

What do you think this means?



I don't know, but I'm sure

this is what the Log Lady
wanted me to find.

I think that "Annie"
is Annie Blackburn, a...

a girl that went
into that place.

And these pages are for sure
from Laura's diary?

Yeah, these are from her diary,

the diary found at her friend
Harold Smith's.

These are three of the four
pages that we saw

were torn out, missing.

And there's...
There's still one missing.

And how do you think
they got here,

inside our bathroom stall door?

I'm not sure, but look at this.

"It's 1:30 a.m.

I'm crying so hard,
I can hardly breathe.

Now I know it isn't Bob.

I know who it is."

I'm sure it was Leland
who hid these pages.

He found 'em
and realized that she knew.

Well, I remember this.

Leland Palmer, her father.

When do you think he hid these?

I don't know.

Leland came into the station
several times.

Once around that time,

we brought him in
for the questioning

of the murder
of Jacques Renault.

Maybe he thought
we were gonna frisk him,

and that's when he hid 'em.

Laura never met Cooper.

He came here after she died,
didn't he?

She said
that these words from Annie

came to her in a dream.

This thing she said...

"the good Dale is in the lodge"

and can't come out.

But Harry saw Cooper

come out of the lodge
with Annie that night.

Doc and Harry took him over
to the Great Northern,

but if the good Cooper
is in the lodge

and can't come out,

then the one who came out
of the lodge

with Annie that night...
was not the good Cooper.

And he left town soon after.

Who else saw him that day?

Well, like I said, Doc Hayward,

but I don't know who else.

Let's bring Harry up to
speed, see what he thinks.

Can you get him for me?

I'd be happy to wait.

Harry.

Where the hell they got ya?

Oh, no kidding.

Damn.

I'm sorry, Harry.

Uh, just wanted to talk to you
about a few things.

Oh. Right.

W... Get some rest.

I'll check in later.

No, nothing urgent.

Don't worry about it.

Just get rest, and... and,
Harry, do me a favor.

Beat this thing.

All right, brother.

Later.

- But that's your truck.
- I know it's my truck.

I can't talk to you
about this here.

I told you.
Please go away.

But if you weren't driving,
I need to know who was.

I'll tell you.
I'll tell you the whole story.

I'll meet you somewhere,

but I can't talk to you here.

Please, you've got to
get out of here now.

The logging road
above Sparkwood and 21.

By Jones'?

Just past Jones',
down by the creek.

Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, I know it.

See you there.

Um, I-I'll meet you there
in two hours.

4:30, then.

P-please leave.
Please leave now.

Is that you, Doc?

This is Sheriff Frank Truman
calling.

Good to hear your voice.

Where's Harry?

Harry's, uh, a little
under the weather these days.

Yeah?
Well, give my best to him.

Uh, do you know
what Skype is, Doc?

I use it all the time.

Just the other day, I diagnosed
Mrs. Mueller's eczema.

Never had to get out
of my chair.

What's your Skype handle, Doc?

I'll, uh, saddle up.

MiddleburyDoc.

Be right with you, Doc.

Now.

There you are, Doc.

What's this all about?

Doc, do you remember
way back when,

the night Harry called you in

to examine
Special Agent Dale Cooper

at the Great Northern?

I can't remember what I had
for breakfast this morning,

but I remember that.

Tell me what you remember.

Well, we all knew Coop,

but that morning he was
acting mighty... strange.

And?

I took him to the hospital,

and I had him checked out
while I made my rounds.

About an hour later,

I saw him sneaking
out of intensive care,

fully dressed.

He... he turned, and... And
he looked at me, and...

I saw that strange face again.

I called out to him, but
he didn't say a word.

He just turned around
and walked out.

What was he doing
in intensive care?

I-I thought at the time

he might have been looking in
on Audrey Horne.

That terrible business
at the bank, and...

She was in a coma.

How they biting back there, Doc?

You know,
just the other morning,

I caught two brown trout
in my pajamas.

Yeah?

How they got in my pajamas,

I'll... I'll never know.

Did you make a breakfast
out of them?

Panfried 'em
right out there by the river.

I had some scrambled eggs and...

and an English muffin
with huckleberry jam.

Yeah.

Mighty good talking to you, Doc.

I'll give your good wishes
to Harry.

Whatever this is about,

well, I hope it turns out
all right for you.

Keep working the sunny side
of the river, Doc.

Ah... so long, Frank.

Detective Macklay?

I'm Lieutenant Knox.

Oh, yes, Lieutenant.

It's good to meet you.

Detective.
Thanks for seeing me.

This shouldn't take long.

You submitted
a set of fingerprints

a few days ago to our database,

and we need to verify
the source.

Well, I can show them to you,

but our search was blocked.

That must have been
from your end?

I'd like to see
the prints, please.

Where did you lift them from...
A crime scene?

No.

Off the body.

There's a body?

There's a body, all right.

Where's the rest of him?

We don't know.

How old was this man?

Late 40s.

When did this man die?

Within the last five
or six days.

You're sure this is the body

you took those prints from?

Yeah.

I'm happy to pull 'em again
for you, if you like.

It would sure help
our investigation

to know who this is.

Excuse me for a moment.

Sir.
Lieutenant Knox, sir.

It's not just prints this time.

It's a body.

It's him.

You're sure?

The prints came off this body.

Okay.

Okay.
I have to make that other call.

There's just one thing, sir.

What's that?

Actually, two things.

The head is missing.

And he's the wrong age.

What do you mean, Cindy?

What I mean is that
his head is not here.

It's missing, and the body

is that of a man in his late 40s

who died a few days ago.

If he died recently,

Major Briggs should be
in his 70s.

There must be some mistake.

I've seen the body myself.

Coroner verified the age
and the prints.

Stay there.

I'll get back to you.

I'm making that other call now.

Yes, sir.

No one else gets access
to this body.

You care to share
any of this with us?

You didn't hear it from me...

but I don't think this is going
to be your investigation

for too much longer.

Yes?

Come in.

How did it go?

Not well.

I said, "Hello, Diane."

She said, "This is about Cooper,
isn't it?"

I said, "Maybe."

She said, and I quote,
"No fucking way."

Oh.

I was at home, dripping wet,

on the verge of pneumonia
15 minutes later.

How was your evening, Chief?

This is not good news, Albert.

She needs to see him.

Your turn.

But you'll go with me?

- Say "please."
- What?

You heard me.

Please.

FBI, champ.

Friends of Diane.

Come on in.

Who is it?

Oh, my God.

See you later, Diane.

Yeah, see you later.

Well, this won't take long.

I'm just gonna say the same
thing to you I said to him.

Now, take it easy, Diane,
and let's just sit down

and have a nice, simple chat.

- You got any coffee?
- No.

I don't have
any cigarettes either.

Ah, the memory of tobacco.

But I gave it up.

Fuck you, Gordon.

Now you're getting
the personal treatment.

Oh, you want personal?
Fuck you, too, Albert.

Now that we got the pleasantries
out of the way.

I never even got this far.

Diane, your former boss

and former
Special Agent Dale Cooper

is in a federal lockup
in South Dakota.

Good.

Diane, this may require

a slight change of attitude
on your part.

My attitude is none
of your fucking business.

Tough cookie.

Always was.

Thank you, Diane.

Damn good coffee.

So?

Say what you came here to say.

We have a feeling
something is wrong.

We don't know exactly
what it is,

but we need someone else
who knows him extremely well

to have a talk with him
and afterwards

tell us what you think.

This is
extremely important, Diane,

and it involves something
that you know about,

and that's enough said
about that.

Federal prison... South Dakota.

Judge not, lest ye be judged.

Listen, just the fact
that you're here

speaks louder than words.

Fuck you, Albert.

Look at this.

Cooper 25 years ago...

Cooper in prison two days ago.

Identical, right?

Maybe.

What do you see?

This code mark's
on the wrong side.

What does that tell you?

That some Cro-Magnon
at the prison

tried to line this up to make it
look like the original,

but he had to reverse the print
to do it.

YREV, the backwards word.

What does this all mean?

Tammy, you've been doing
excellent work,

passing one test after another.

Put out your hands.

Flip 'em over.

"I'm very, very happy
to see you again,

old friend."

This is the spiritual mound,
the spiritual finger.

You think about that, Tammy.

That's the only known
photograph we have of Cooper

in the last 25 years.

That's outside of Rio...
His house.

By the time we checked it out,

it belonged to some girl
from Ipanema.

Looks like the man
we met in prison.

The man we met in prison.

Ten minutes.

And I speak to him alone.

Ten minutes, tops,

or it's over
when I say it's over.

That's exactly the way
it's gonna be, Diane.

You'll control the curtain
and the microphone.

And we're very appreciative.

What'd you say
your name was, again?

Tammy.

Fuck you, Tammy.

I knew it was going to be you.

It's good
to see you again, Diane.

Oh, yeah?

When was that, Cooper?

When did we see each other last?

Are you upset with me, Diane?

What do you think?

I think you're upset with me.

When was the last time
we saw each other, Cooper?

At your house.

That's right.

Do you remember that night?

I'll always remember that night.

Same for me.

I'll never forget it.

Who are you?

I don't know
what you mean, Diane.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Thank you, Warden Murphy.

- That's it?
- Looks like it.

Hold this man
till you hear from us.

Diane?

Listen to me.

That is not the Dale Cooper
that I knew.

Please tell me
exactly what you mean.

It isn't time passing...
or how he's changed...

or the way he looks.

It's something here.

There's something
that definitely isn't here.

That's good enough
for me, Diane.

That's good enough for me.

That last night
you mentioned in there...

Something I need to know about?

You and I'll have a talk
sometime.

You and I will have a talk.

Okay?

Okay.

Cheers.

To the FBI.

Listen to me a minute.

Tell Warden Murphy
I have a message for him.

I need to speak with him
in his office.

Yeah, right.

Just tell him we need to
speak about a strawberry.

Sit him down and leave.

I've turned off
the security cameras.

We can speak freely...

and privately.

The dog leg.

That dog had four legs.

One you found in my trunk.

The other three went out
with the information

you're thinking about right now.

Two people you don't want
coming around here

if anything bad happens to me.

How do I know you know
anything about... this?

Joe McCluskey.

What do you want?

I want a car.

Cheap rental, if you like.

For myself and Ray Monroe.

I want a friend
in the glove compartment...

One a.m. tonight.

Smooth and safe.

And if your mind should wander
to a place

where I might not make it
out of here alive,

remember the dog legs.

I'm not interested in you.

You'll never see me again,

and no one will ever
hear anything more

about Joe McCluskey or your late Mr.
Strawberry.

Is there a reason you're
not talking to me, Dougie?

Hmm?

What were you and Bushnell
discussing earlier?

I saw you...

walk into his office
carrying a bunch of files.

Uh, some police officers
are here to see you, Dougie.

Police.

That reminds me of that call
I have to make.

Police.

You want them to come in here?

Okay.

Mr. Jones?

Detectives Fusco.

Badge.

What's going on here?

Who are you, ma'am?

I'm his wife.

What's going on here?

We're here about his car.

That's why I'm here.

What do you mean by that?

I'm picking him up.

He doesn't know
where his car is.

Was it stolen?

Dougie, was your car stolen?

Stolen.

Did you report it stolen, sir?

Sir.

Did you report your car
as a stolen vehicle?

No, he did not report it stolen.

I would know.

His car went missing.
We haven't seen it.

Isn't that your department?

Yes, it is,
once it's reported as missing.

Well, I guess this is
as good a time as any.

He doesn't know
where the car is.

He hasn't seen it in a few days,

so, yes, there's
a very strong possibility

that it was stolen.

Stolen.

All right, then, Mr. Jones,

where did you last
leave your car?

Well, if we knew that,

we'd know where to find it,
wouldn't we?

Okay, can you describe
your vehicle, please?

Ah, it's a terrible car,
always in the shop...

Silver, four-door,
cheap Ford,

the kind they call
down at that dealer

a "previously owned" car.

When, uh, did the car
go missing?

Dougie?

Dougie.

A few days ago.

Few... days ago.

Is there a reason why you
didn't report your car missing?

Reason?
Yeah, I'll tell you a reason.

There's more to life than cars.

Too many cars,
too much going on,

and Dougie's been
under a lot of stress lately,

and if you want to know
the truth, so have I.

Officers,
have you found the car?

Who are you, sir?

He owns this place.

Bushnell Mullins.

Dougie works for me.

You did find his car,
didn't you?

The car has been found.

It was involved
in an apparent explosion.

Multiple fatalities.

Why didn't you tell us that
to begin with?

The deceased individuals
had ties to a gang

associated
with multiple car thefts.

Well, there's your answer.

Now, if you don't mind,
our son's home alone

waiting for his supper,
and in case you think

we're neglecting him,
he's being watched

by our neighbor as a favor,
and we'd like to go.

We were supposed
to be home by now

at the end of a very long
and stressful day,

which I'll tell you about
later, Dougie.

- Come on, let's go.
- Hold on.

And I'm sure our being here

hasn't made your day
any easier, ma'am,

but we're gonna need you
to fill out some paperwork.

Which we can take care of
at your convenience.

Please, give us a call
in the morning.

And, uh, thank you
for your cooperation.

Have a pleasant evening.

Evening.

Well... I guess he
won't have any trouble

collecting the insurance, huh?

I have some questions
about those files

you covered for me, Dougie.

But you go ahead.

We can take care
of that tomorrow.

Thanks, Mr. Mullins.

Thank you... Mullins.

So I met with them.

I told them what
the arrangements were gonna be,

and I gave them
more than they deserved,

and that's the end
of them, okay?

Now, with this car business,

yes, there's gonna be
some insurance money.

I don't know how much,
but, Dougie, just think.

If you hadn't
blown that money gambling...

$25,000 plus the insurance...

We could have gotten you
a great new car.

Now who knows what we'll get?

But I do not want you
running off

and gambling any more
of that jackpot.

That money is for Sonny Jim
and our future.

Just 'cause you have it now

doesn't mean
you can just run off

and risk one more penny.

Do you hear me?

No more gam...

Get off him!

Squeeze his hand off.

Squeeze his hand off.

Squeeze his hand off.

Dougie!

Are you guys okay?

Oh, my God.

Are you okay?

Oh, Dougie.

What...
Are you okay?

And he just... he just...
Dougie took right over,

and he just chopped him
right in the throat

and said, "You get off,"
and I kicked him,

and I punched him,
and that was it,

and... and Dougie just
took care of business.

Right, baby?

It was... it was terrible.

What about the man with the gun?

He ran right at me.

Almost knocked me down.

He smelled funny.

Victim?
Oh, no.

That guy didn't act
like any victim.

Douglas Jones...
He moved like a cobra.

All I saw was a blur.

When did you first
start hearing this?

Sometime last week.

But I think it's louder now.

Maybe that's
'cause nobody's here.

Don't move.

Just listen carefully.

Where do you think...
it's coming from?

Eh?

Now... now it sounds like

it's coming from over there, no?

It sure does.

No.

No, it's not here either.

Eh?

Oh, this might be of interest.

It came in the mail today.

Wow. My God.

That's an old one.

We switched to cards
over 20 years ago.

Room 315.

Wait a minute.

I think that was the room

where Agent Cooper was shot.

Who's Agent Cooper?

FBI.

He was here, I don't know,
maybe 25 years ago...

investigating the murder
of Laura Palmer.

Who's Laura Palmer?

Oh, that, my dear...
is a long story.

Have maintenance, uh,

check out that hum
in the morning.

It's getting way past
quitting time.

Thank you, Mr. Horne.

Ben.

Good night, Ben.

Beverly.

Hmm.

Hi.
Sorry I'm late.

How is he?

We had kind of a rough day.

He's better,

but I had to give him
extra pain medication.

Okay.
Thank you.

Oh, has he eaten yet?

He was waiting.

- Dinner is on the stove.
- Okay.

He's missing you.

I'll see you tomorrow, Marge.

Sorry I'm late, honey.

Are you hungry?

I heard you drive up.

Why were you late?

I had some things to do.

Would you like your dinner?

What things?

I had some work to do.

Some things came up,
and I needed to do them.

Are you hungry?

Not really.

Listen to me, Tom.

I know you're sick
and suffering.

I know it.

But do not use that
to fuck with me.

Do not fuck with me!

I didn't want
to go back to work.

Do you know how goddamn lucky
I am to have this job

to help us survive?

Oh, for crying out loud,
do not fuck this up, Tom!

Yeah, Roadhouse.

Jean Michel.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, of course he loved it.
Who wouldn't?

What?

Two.

I sent him two.
He owes me for two.

What?
I don't know their names.

Uh, he wanted blondes.
I sent him two blondes.

What? Fuck, I...
How old?

They had IDs.
They both had good IDs.

Look, this has nothing to do
with the Roadhouse.

Roadhouse has been owned

by the Renault family for...
For 57 years.

We're not gonna lose it now
because of a...

A couple of 15-year-old
straight-A students.

No, no.

I'll tell you... Those
two girls were...

Were whores, pure and simple.

Ah, from what I hear, though,
they were straight-A whores.

He owes me for two.

It's the beige rental.

Here's your phone.

Keys are in the car.

You drive.

Hey!

Has anybody seen Bing?

Nope. No.