Twin Peaks, Season 3

Log Lady:
The stars turn, and the time presents itself

Roger:
Mr. Todd?

Duncan Todd:
Yes, Roger?

Roger:
May I ask you a question?

Duncan Todd:
Go ahead.

Roger:
Why do you let him make you do these things?

Duncan Todd:
Roger... you better hope that you never get involved with someone like him. Never have someone like him in your life.

Jerry Horne:
Is that the new girl? Or should I say "woman"? A woman like that, you can't call a girl.

Ben Horne:
Beverly, yes.

Jerry Horne:
Are you banging her yet?

Ben Horne:
Oh, Jerry! R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Respect. She's a beautiful soul. And she's married.

Jerry Horne:
That never stopped you before.

The One Armed Man:
Is it future? Or is it past?

Laura Palmer:
Hello, Agent Cooper. You can go out now. Do you recognize me?

Dale Cooper:
Are you Laura Palmer?

Laura Palmer:
I feel like I know her, but sometimes my arms bend back.

Dale Cooper:
Who are you?

Laura Palmer:
I am Laura Palmer.

Dale Cooper:
But Laura Palmer is dead.

Laura Palmer:
I am dead. Yet I live.

Dale Cooper's doppelgänger:
You did good. You follow human nature perfectly.

Dale Cooper's doppelgänger:
For a while, the 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.

American Girl:
When you get there, you will already be there.

Gordon Cole:
ALBERT, WE'RE HEADED TO THE BLACK HILLS OF SOUTH DAKOTA.

Albert Rosenfield:
The Black Hills? Seriously?

Gordon Cole:
AS HAPPY AS THIS NEWS MAKES US, ALBERT, WE CAN'T PUT THIS ON THE RADIO.

Albert Rosenfield:
Perfect. I've been dying to see Mount Rushmore.

Dougie Jones:
I feel funny. What's happening to me?

MIKE:
Someone manufactured you.

Dougie Jones:
What?

MIKE:
For a purpose, but I think now that's been fulfilled.

[Dougie's hand begins to shrink]

Dougie Jones:
That's weird...

Beulah:
It's a world... of truck drivers.

Gordon Cole:
IT'S COOPER. THEY FOUND HIM.

Denise Bryson:
Where?

Gordon Cole:
SOUTH DAKOTA, DENISE. HE'S IN A FEDERAL PRISON IN SOUTH DAKOTA. WE'RE GOING OUT TO SEE HIM TOMORROW.

Denise Bryson:
I heard.

Gordon Cole:
YES? HOW'S THAT?

Denise Bryson:
You're taking Agent Preston with you?

Gordon Cole:
YES.

Denise Bryson:
Really, Gordon?

Gordon Cole:
WHAT ARE YOU GETTIN' AT, DENISE?

Denise Bryson:
Well, I know your profile, Gordon. Beautiful agent, barely 30...

Gordon Cole:
I'M OLD SCHOOL, DENISE. YOU KNOW THAT. BEFORE YOU WERE DENISE, WHEN YOU WERE DENNIS AND I WAS YOUR BOSS, WHEN I HAD YOU WORKING UNDERCOVER AT THE DEA, YOU WERE A CONFUSED AND WILD THING SOMETIMES. I HAD ENOUGH DIRT ON YOU TO FILL THE GRAND CANYON - AND I NEVER USED A SPOONFUL BECAUSE YOU WERE AND ARE A GREAT AGENT. AND WHEN YOU BECAME DENISE, I TOLD ALL YOUR COLLEAGUES, THOSE CLOWN COMICS, TO FIX THEIR HEARTS OR DIE.

Denise Bryson:
Yes, and as I've said many times before, Gordon, I can never repay you enough for that kindness.

Gordon Cole:
AGENT TAMMY PRESTON HAS THE STUFF, DENISE.

Denise Bryson:
I know, I know. I'm speaking more as a woman now than as the Chief of Staff of the entire Federal Bureau of Investigation. Don't you just love saying "Federal Bureau of Investigation" sometimes, all at once, unabbreviated? It just gives me such a thrill.

Gordon Cole:
IT IS THRILLING, DENISE.

Denise Bryson:
And Tammy... Tammy is such a beautiful woman.

Gordon Cole:
THERE'S ROOM IN THIS FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION FOR MORE THAN ONE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, DENISE.

Denise Bryson:
[blushing] Oh, Gordon...

Deputy Chad Broxford:
I thought that log woman was 10-96 and not even allowed in this building.

Lucy Brennan:
That's on account of a kind of gum.

Deputy Chad Broxford:
Well, I'll chew on that.

Sheriff Frank Truman:
That's enough, Chad.

Deputy Andy Brennan:
She gets messages from her log.

Deputy Chad Broxford:
Pinocchio's friend.

Sheriff Frank Truman:
Good night, Chad.

Deputy Chad Broxford:
[scoffs] I'll go have a word with my pinecone.

Inspector Randy Hollister:
This is what we found in his trunk: cocaine, machine gun, dog leg.

Albert Rosenfield:
What, no cheese and crackers?

Gordon Cole:
APOLOGIES IN ADVANCE FOR ALBERT.

Constance Talbot:
Cause of death: Took me a while, but I think someone cut this man's head off.

Constance Talbot:
Here's the headline.

Constance Talbot:
Actually, I just gave you the headline. [awkward silence] Yeah, I'm still doing stand-up on the weekends.

Shelley Johnson:
What's up?

Becky Burnett:
I can't stand this. I need some more money. I'm sorry. He's looking for work.

Shelly Johnson:
That's a lot.

Becky Burnett:
He will find a job.

Shelley Johnson:
[sighs, hands Becky money] Honey, I can give you this.

Becky Burnett:
Okay.

Shelley Johnson:
But this is all I got.

Becky Burnett:
Thanks. I love you.

Shelley Johnson:
I love you, too, Becky.

[Becky leaves]

Norma Jennings:
Shelley, this is the third time she's asked you for money in two weeks.

Shelley Johnson:
I know.

Norma Jennings:
If you don't help her now, it's gonna get a lot harder to help her later.

Shelley Johnson:
We both know that tune, don't we?

Dr. Jacoby:
So, what's on your mind tonight? You know I'm going to tell you what's on mine. We're sinking down into the mud. And the fucks are at it again! The same vast, global corporate conspiracy, different day! You can't see it without a cosmic flashlight. Guess what? I've got one. Oh yeah. And its beam, it penetrates the igneous rock of ignorance. And there they are, exposed. Wriggling, squirming, crawling on their bellies like foul maggots. Frantically racing back to the cover of darkness that they so crave! We're coming for you. Yeah, we're coming for you!

Charlotte:
Hey, can I have a light?

Richard Horne:
Come here. Sit down.

[he grabs her]

Charlotte:
Hey!

Richard Horne:
Hey what? Hey, what's your name?

Charlotte:
Charlotte.

Richard Horne:
Yeah? You want to fuck me, Charlotte? You want to fuck?

Charlotte:
[scared] No. No, stop it!

Elizabeth:
Hey, leave her alone!

Richard Horne:
Little fucking smoking babies. Makes me laugh. I'm gonna laugh when I fuck you, bitch!

MIKE:
You have to wake up. Wake up. Don't die. Don't die. Don't die.

Albert Rosenfield:
[caught in a rainstorm] Fuck Gene Kelly, motherfucker!

Janey-E Jones:
Now let's get to it. Explain to me exactly what Dougie did to make him owe you money.

Jimmy:
He borrowed it.

Janey-E Jones:
What do you mean, "he borrowed it"?

Tommy:
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.

Jimmy:
Meter's still running. It's up to 52.

Janey-E Jones:
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?

Tommy:
Very good. That's correct.

Janie-E Jones:
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.

Jimmy:
Nevertheless, lady...

Janey-E Jones:
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.

[she leaves]

Jimmy:
Tough dame.

Tommy:
Tough.

Sheriff Frank Truman:
How they bitin' back there, Doc?

Doctor Hayward:
You know, just the other morning, I caught two brown trout in my pajamas. How they got in my pajamas, I'll never know.

Gordon Cole:
HOW DID IT GO?

Albert Rosenfield:
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."

Gordon Cole:
OH.

Albert Rosenfield:
I was at home, dripping wet, on the verge of pneumonia, 15 minutes later. How was your evening, Chief?

Warden Knox:
I've turned off the security cameras. We can speak freely and privately.

Dale Cooper's doppelgänger:
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.

Warden Knox:
How do I know you know anything about this?

Dale Cooper's doppelgänger:
Joe McCluskey.

Warden Knox:
[nervous] What do you want?

Dale Cooper's doppelgänger:
I want a car. Cheap rental, if you like. For myself and Ray Monroe. I want a friend in the glove compartment. 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.

Ben Horne:
[holding a room key] Room 315. Wait a minute. I think that was the room where Agent Cooper was shot.

Beverly Paige:
Who's Agent Cooper?

Ben Horne:
FBI. He was here, I don't know, maybe 25 years ago investigating the murder of Laura Palmer.

Beverly Paige:
Who's Laura Palmer?

Ben Horne:
Oh, that, my dear, is a long story.

Dale Cooper's doppelgänger:
Ray, I want that information.

Ray Monroe:
Oh, yeah?

Dale Cooper's doppelgänger:
[draws a gun] Looks like you're out half a million.

Ray Monroe:
Oh, I don't think so.

[Ray draws a gun as well. Cooper's doppelgänger pulls the trigger, but nothing happens]

Ray Monroe:
I tricked you, fucker!

[He shoots Cooper's doppelgänger in the chest]

Woodsman:
[repeated line] Got a light?

Woodsman:
This is the water, and this is the well. Drink full, and descend. The horse is the white of the eyes, and dark within.

[Diane glares at Albert]

Albert Rosenfield:
I know, I know. "Fuck you, Albert."

Detective Dave Macklay:
I'm sorry ma'am, you can't smoke in here.

Diane Evans:
It's a fucking morgue!

Jerry Horne's foot:
I am not your foot.

Constance:
Not to mention, marble champion of the sixth grade.

Albert:
When did he lose his marbles?

Constance:
When the dog got his cat's-eyes.

Albert:
[half-smile]

Dr. Jacoby:
And the fucks are at it again! Fuck you who betray the people you were elected to help! We're sheep to these monsters, and they don't give a shit! We grow our wool, and just when we're getting warm, they come along with their electric clippers and shear our wool off, and we're just naked, screaming little fucks! No wool for us! Freezing and hungry! In the night. In the dark. And they don't give a shit! Then when we get sick, the pharmaceutical companies make billions! They own the fucking hospitals. Filled to the brim. They own the morgues! They own the embalming fluids! They own the mortuaries, the graveyards! These fucks! Is it the government's business who we marry? What the fuck do we care what the government thinks about who we marry? Are we gonna invite them to the wedding? Fuck no! Oh, they wouldn't come anyway. They're-they're too busy fucking! Fucking us at the grocery store! At the bank! At the gas pump! They're feeding our children chemical shit coated in sugar! Why don't these monsters bite into those tasty treats themselves? 'Cause they'll die in the streets! Just like us! And then they'll bloat like a big red fucking balloon. Stop! Stop distracting yourself with all this diverting bullshit, and pay attention. Save the children! Every parent wants to save their child. Buy yourself a shovel, dig yourself out of the shit, and get educated!

Nadine Hurley:
[listening to the show] Oh, he's so beautiful.

Duncan Todd:
Anthony, I asked you here because you're a creative individual, and you're gonna need every ounce of that creativity to do what I'm about to tell you.

Anthony Sinclair:
What's that, Mr. Todd?

Duncan Todd:
Do you recall my business rivals and bitter enemies the Mitchum brothers? [Anthony nods] You're gonna visit the brothers now. You're gonna pin the blame for the insurance claim that we conspired to deny for them, a loss of 30 million that hit 'em hard, on the back of Douglas Jones. You're gonna convince them that Mr. Jones has it out for the brothers, a personal vendetta, and then we're gonna sit back, and we're gonna watch as the Mitchum brothers take care of our Mr. Jones problem.

Anthony Sinclair:
But what if...

Duncan Todd:
Don't speak, Anthony. If you fail to deliver on this, then you'll have to kill Mr. Jones yourself.

Rodney Mitchum:
What's he want?

Bradley Mitchum:
Who?

Rodney Mitchum:
That insurance fuck. It's after midnight.

Bradley Mitchum:
The bastard. I could throw a car farther than I'd trust that rat fuck.

Log Lady:
Hawk. Electricity is humming. You hear it in the mountains and rivers. You see it dance among the seas and stars and glowing around the moon, but in these days, the glow is dying. What will be in the darkness that remains? The Truman brothers are both true men. They are your brothers. And the others, the good ones who have been with you. Now the circle is almost complete. Watch and listen to the dream of time and space. It all comes out now, flowing like a river. That which is and is not. Hawk. Laura is the one.

Log Lady:
My log is afraid of fire. There's fire where you are going. Hawk, there's fire where you are going.

Diane Evans:
Can I smoke in here?

Gordon Cole:
SMOKE? ASK MACKLEY WHEN HE GETS BACK.

Albert Rosenfield:
Smoking's bad for you. [Diane gives him a withering look] I know. "Fuck you, Albert."

Diane Evans:
That's right. Fuck you, Albert.

Lady Slot Addict:
This is the man I told you about. I wanted to see you again. I've thought of you every day, what you did for me. You changed my life. This is my dear son, Denver. He's back in my life again. I have a little dog. I have a house. I have my life back again. How can I ever thank you? [to the Mitchums] I hope you realize what a special person you having dining with you. He saved my life.

Bradley Mitchum:
Sure saved us a lot too.

Lady Slot Addict:
Thank you. Thank you, Mr. Jackpots. I'm so thankful I got a chance to say thank you again.

Dale Cooper/Dougie Jones:
Thank you again.

Rodney Mitchum:
Mmm. This pie is so damn good.

Dale Cooper/Dougie Jones:
Damn good.

Rodney Mitchum:
A toast.

Bradley Mitchum:
[handing Cooper/Dougie a glass] Dougie.

Rodney Mitchum:
Here's to the pie that saved your life, Dougie.

Bradley Mitchum:
And our money. [they clink glasses] Candie. Candie. Another piece of pie for our friend.

Dale Cooper/Dougie Jones:
Friend.

Albert Rosenfield:
Diane, we know your work with Agent Cooper has given you more than a passing insight into the Blue Rose. Even though you're no longer a part of the bureau, we'd like to deputize you.

Gordon Cole:
On a temporary basis, because we really need your help.

Diane Evans:
What's in it for me?

Albert Rosenfield:
Some cash. Not much. Maybe the satisfaction of learning what happened to your friend Cooper.

Diane Evans:
Let's rock.

Ben Horne:
My grandson Richard killed that little boy.

Beverly Paige:
I'm sorry.

Ben Horne:
Richard never had a father. [pause] I remember... I remember riding. My father got me this old Schwinn, second hand. He painted it green, got a new seat for it. Two-tone green, kind of a lime-green and deep forest green. Fat tires. Oh, it was so hard to ride, but I loved that bike. I loved that bike! I'd ride with my friends... Call the hospital. I want you to arrange to pay for all of Miriam, umm... I don't even remember her last name, but they'll know who she is. All of Miriam's medical expenses. Richard assaulted her. She needs an operation. Beverly, take care of this right away.

Beverly Paige:
Of course. I'll do it right now. [leaves]

Ben Horne:
[smiles sadly] I loved that bike. I loved that bike that my father got for me.

Dr. Jacoby:
Friends, we all live in the mud. In the shit! Shovel your way out of the shit. This is your shiny gold shovel. Two coats, guaranteed. Shovel your way out of the shit and into the truth.

Nadine Hurley:
[amorously] It's working for me, Dr. Amp.

Renzo:
What's the problem, Ray?

Ray Monroe:
I killed that guy. He's the one I told you about.

Renzo:
You didn't kill him too good, Ray.

Muddy:
This man is our boss 'cause no one can beat him at arm wrestling. Imagine all the men who've tried. Many, many. In 14 years, no one's ever even come close. Any new guy gets one chance. One chance. 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. So you decide. You stay and play the game. It's your choice. Looking at you, I'd say you better leave.

Dale Cooper's dopplegänger:
What is this, kindergarten? Nursery school? What do I get if I win?

Muddy:
You'll be our boss.

Dale Cooper's dopplegänger:
I don't wanna be your boss. [points at Ray] But if I win, I want him.

Renzo:
Step inside. Let's play the game.

Chantal:
Utah. Mormons. 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.

Hutch:
Yeah, but when they do get married, I heard they they can marry, like, six or ten women.

Chantal:
Funny there's not more of them.

Hutch:
I guess it's the drinks.

Audrey Horne:
What did she say?

Charlie:
Audrey we've been over this.

Audrey Horne:
Tell me!

Charlie:
Audrey. Stop it.

Audrey Horne:
[crying] I I feel like I'm somewhere else. Have you ever had that feeling, Charlie?

Charlie:
No.

Audrey Horne:
Like I'm somewhere else and and like I'm somebody else. Have you ever felt that?

Charlie:
No. I always feel like myself. And it may not always be the best feeling.

Audrey Horne:
Well, I'm not sure who I am, but I'm not me.

Charlie:
This is Existentialism 101.

Audrey Horne:
Oh, fuck you! I'm serious! Who am I supposed to trust but myself? And I don't even know who I am!

Gordon Cole:
WE ARE LIKE THE DREAMER WHO DREAMS AND THEN LIVES INSIDE THE DREAM.

Albert Rosenfield:
Tammy. Case number one. This started the whole thing. 1975. Two young field agents investigate a murder in Olympia, Washington. They arrive at a motel to arrest a suspect named Lois Duffy. They hear a gunshot outside her room and kick the door in. They find two women inside, one on the floor dying from a bullet wound to the abdomen. The other holds a gun, which she drops as she backs away when they enter. They recognize the wounded woman as Lois Duffy. She speaks her last words to them: "I'm like the blue rose." She smiles, then dies, then disappears before their eyes. The other woman screaming in the corner, they now notice is also Lois Duffy.

Tammy Preston:
Hmm.

Albert Rosenfield:
By the way, Lois Duffy did not have a twin sister. Then while awaiting trial for a murder she swore she didn't commit, this Lois hangs herself. Those two arresting officers were Gordon Cole and Phillip Jeffries. Now, what's the one question you should ask me?

Tammy Preston:
What's the significance of the blue rose?

Albert Rosenfield:
And the answer?

Tammy Preston:
Hmm. Blue rose does not occur in nature. It's not a natural thing. The dying woman was not natural. Conjured. What's the word? A tulpa.

Albert Rosenfield:
Good.

Drunk:
You drinking all alone tonight?

Sarah Palmer:
Mind your own business, please.

Drunk:
That's not very polite.

Sarah Palmer:
It wasn't meant to be polite. Would you sit back where you were, please?

Drunk:
I'll sit wherever I want. It's a free country. It's a free country. [menacing] It's a free cunt-ry. Maybe you're one of them bull dykes. Yeah. Come to think of it, you look kind of like a bull dyke lesbo. You like to eat cunt, huh?

Sarah Palmer:
I'll eat you.

Drunk:
What? Like hell you will, you miserable bitch! I'll fuckin' pull your little lesbo titties off!

[Sarah pulls her own face off to reveal a monstrous creature inside]

Sarah Palmer:
DO YOU REALLY WANNA FUCK WITH THIS?

Ed Hurley:
Marry me.

Norma Jennings:
Of course I will.

Hutch:
The government does it all the time. People get paid for it, just like us.

Chantal:
Damn right. Two-faced fucks.

Hutch:
So-called "Christian nation". Might as well be "thou shalt kill". Show no mercy, forgive no one, fuck 'em in the ass. It's a nation of killers, killin' all along. Killed damn near all the Indians, didn't they?

Chantal:
Yeah. But my fun's over once we actually kill someone. It's no fun torturing a corpse. I haven't gotten to torture anyone in a fuck of a long time, Hutch.

Hutch:
I know. It just hasn't worked out lately.

Chantal:
It's fucked.

Hawk:
Margaret, what can I do for ya?

Log Lady:
Hawk. I'm dying.

Hawk:
I'm sorry, Margaret.

Log Lady:
You know about death, that it's just a change, not an end. Hawk. It's time. There's some fear, some fear in letting go. Remember what I told you. I can't say more over the phone. But you know what I mean, from our talks, when we were able to speak face to face. Watch for that one, the one I told you about, the one under the moon on Blue Pine Mountain. Hawk. My log is turning gold. The wind is moaning. I'm dying. [pause] Good night, Hawk.

Hawk:
Good night, Margaret.

[he hangs up]

Hawk:
[sadly, to himself] Goodbye, Margaret.

[after watching a shoot-out]

Bradley Mitchum:
What the fuck kind of neighborhood is this?

Rodney Mitchum:
People are under a lot of stress, Bradley.

MIKE:
You are awake.

Dale Cooper:
100%.

MIKE:
Finally.

Dale Cooper:
You're a fine man, Bushnell Mullins. I will not soon forget your kindness and decency.

[Cooper shakes Bushnell's hand and turns to go]

Bushnell Mullins:
What about the FBI?

Dale Cooper:
I am the FBI.

Albert Rosenfield:
You okay, Gordon?

Gordon Cole:
[holding his revolver] I COULDN'T DO IT, ALBERT. I COULDN'T DO IT.

Albert Rosefield:
You've gone soft in your old age.

Gordon Cole:
WHAT?

Albert Rosenfield:
I said, you've gone soft in your old age.

Gordon Cole:
NOT WHERE IT COUNTS, BUDDY.

Tammy Preston:
He electrocuted himself by sticking a fork in a wall socket.

Albert Rosenfield:
That's strange even for Cooper.

Bobby Briggs:
What's going on around here?

Bradley Mitchum:
Took the fucking words right out of my mouth.

Dale Cooper:
I hope I see all of you again. Every one of you.

Diane Evans:
Is it you? Is it really you?

Dale Cooper:
Yes. It's really me, Diane. Is it really you?

Diane Evans:
[smiles] Yes.

Diane Evans:
You sure you want to do this? [pause] You don't know what it's gonna be like once we...

Dale Cooper:
I know that. We're at that point now. I can feel it.

Dale Cooper:
Laura.

Carrie Page:
You got the wrong house, mister.

Dale Cooper:
You're saying you're not Laura Palmer?

Carrie Page:
Laura who? No, Im not her. Now...

Dale Cooper:
What's your name?

Carrie Page:
Carrie Page.

Dale Cooper:
Carrie Page.

Carrie Page:
That's right. Now, I gotta go, so...

Dale Cooper:
Wait, so the name Laura Palmer means nothing to you?

Carrie Page:
Look, I don't know what you want, but I'm not her.

Dale Cooper:
Your father's name was Leland.

Carrie Page:
[taken aback] Okay.

Dale Cooper:
Your mother's name is Sarah.

Carrie Page:
[spooked] Sarah...

Dale Cooper:
Yes, Sarah.

Carrie Page:
What's going on?

Dale Cooper:
It's difficult to explain. Strange as it sounds, I think you're a girl named Laura Palmer. I want to take you to your mother's home - your home, at one time. It's very important.

Carrie Page:
Um... listen. Normally, somebody like you comes around, and I tell 'em to fuck off. This door'd be slammed in their face. Right now, I gotta get outta Dodge anyway. It's a long story. So ridin' with the FBI just might save my ass.

Alice Tremond:
Yes?

Dale Cooper:
FBI. I'm Special Agent Dale Cooper. Is Sarah Palmer here?

Alice Tremond:
Who?

Dale Cooper:
Sarah Palmer.

Alice Tremond:
No, there's no one here by that name.

Dale Cooper:
Do you know Sarah Palmer?

Alice Tremond:
No.

Dale Cooper:
Is this your house? Do you own this house, or do you rent this house?

Alice Tremond:
Yes, we own this house.

Dale Cooper:
Who did you buy it from?

Alice Tremond:
Honey, what was the name of the woman who sold us the house?

'[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Alice Tremond:
Chalfont, a Mrs. Chalfont.

Dale Cooper:
Do you happen to know who she bought it from?

Alice Tremond:
No, I don't, but Honey, do you know who owned it before Mrs. Chalfont?

[Man speaking indistinctly]

Alice Tremond:
No.

Dale Cooper:
What is your name?

Alice Tremond:
Alice. Alice Tremond.

Dale Cooper:
Okay. Sorry to bother you so late at night.

Alice Tremond:
That's okay.

Dale Cooper:
Good night.

Alice Tremond:
Good night.

[she closes the door. Cooper and Carrie walk out into the street. Cooper is deep in thought]

Dale Cooper:
What year is this?

[Sarah Palmer's voice is heard from the house, shouting "Laura!" Carrie looks up at the house and screams. Fade to black]