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(country rock music playing)

(music stops)

Excuse me.

Can you give
me a hand?

I'm looking for
Scofield Road.

The map says it's near
the rock quarry.

Okay.

Thanks for the help.

(entrance bells chime)

Hello?

Hello? Anybody back there?

(gasping nervously)

Oh, no...

(entrance bells chime)

No...

I told her--

I told Leanne we couldn't
live without each other.

(hyperventilating)

But she wouldn't
come back to me.

No... No, no, no,
no, no, no, no. Wait...

(gasps)

COOPER:
Nice to see you
again, Mrs. Dubois.

I hope I didn't frighten you.

(whispers):
Agent Cooper? What
are you doing here?

I told you I never want
to see you again.

Actually, I'm here
to make a peace offering.

Did you ever hear of a murderer

nicknamed
"The Gentleman Caller"?

Abducted five young women
back in the 1980s?

Never was caught.

For a while now,
the police have assumed

that he's either
dead or in prison

on some unrelated crime.

They're wrong.

The Gentleman Caller
is very much alive.

Would you like
his name and address?

What are you doing?

I told you,

I'm attempting to make amends.

His name is Kyle Hawkins.

Kyle Hawkins, huh?

That's right.

When he would finish
with his victims,

he liked to bury them
on the edge of Phoenix.

The only
problem is,

a housing development
is going up

at that location.

They're breaking
ground in a week.

So, tonight he's going to dig up
the remains of his girls

and move them to a safer place.

If you instruct the police to go

to the very end
of of Gayley Hill Drive

at approximately 8:30,

you'll catch
him in the act.

No ambiguity, Mrs. Dubois,
no room for deception.

Kyle Hawkins...

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Kyle Hawkins?

That's what Agent Cooper said

his name was.

Agent Cooper.
Tips from the dead.

Well, he was one of the FBI's
best profilers.

Emphasis on the "was."

Look, I don't know how seriously
to take this either.

The man certainly had no problem
lying to me in the past.

On the other hand, if what
he's saying is the truth...

Okay, I suppose we can spare
a couple of squad cars tonight.

In the meantime, I'll see
what I can find out

about this Hawkins fellow.

See if there actually is
a Hawkins fellow.

Is there
something else?

Actually, there is.

Just before I discovered
Agent Cooper in my kitchen,

I had a dream about...

I guess you could
call it a massacre.

It happened at a place
called Mike's Diner.

Armed gunman went in,
shot everybody inside.

I'm not sure where
Mike's Diner is,

other than it may be near
a place called Scofield Road,

which is supposed to be
near a rock quarry.

I have no idea when it happened,
or if it's happened yet,

but it seemed to have
occurred during the daytime.

Mike's Diner, Scofield Road,
rock quarry.

Oh, and the shooter was upset
with his girlfriend--

his ex-girlfriend-- Leanne.

She works there.

One serial killer,
one diner massacre-- got it.

Anything else?

(jet engines roaring)

Thanks for coming all the way
to the airport to see me.

Of course, you're the boss.

Happy to do it.

What brings you
to Phoenix?

Oh, refuel on
the way to Japan.

Oh. Cheers.

I realized I had a
whole 45 minutes here.

Thought maybe I'd use it
to talk to you about staffing.

Staffing?

I want to hit you with a name.

Hal Munzell.

NEWS ANCHOR:
After 20 years an arrest
has finally been made

in the notorious
"Gentleman Caller" murders.

Police, acting on
an anonymous tip,

discovered Kyle Hawkins
digging a hole...

Can you believe that?

What's that?

Kyle Hawkins.

He was exactly where
Agent Cooper said he would be.

Doing exactly what Cooper
said he'd be doing.

Maybe he really is sorry.

Maybe he meant what he said.

Maybe.

Oh, come on.

I just helped solve
a 20-year-old murder case.

I'm sorry. I just
can't understand

why Terry is so impressed
with this guy.

This is the most
unspectacular resume

I've ever seen.

Didn't you already call him,
ask him to come in?

Well, I left him a message.

What choice did I have?

Who knows, with any luck,

maybe he won't
get back to me.

(cell phone ringing)

Oh, I guess I
spoke too soon.

Nope, I don't think so.

I think it's mine.

Hello.

I'm guessing you're the reason
our esteemed district attorney

sent me out here
to the middle of nowhere

to visit Mike's Diner.

You're kidding.
You're out there?

I just left.

Had some excellent chicken
pot pie, too, by the way.

So everything's okay?

Well, it depends
how you define okay.

That waitress you told
Manny about,

Leanne, she's fine.

So are all the people
at the diner.

That's terrific news.

Yeah, well, hold that thought.

You don't happen to be anywhere
near a computer, do you?

'Cause I'm about
to send you an e-mail.

There.
(typing)

This guy look familiar?

Hold on, I'm just getting
the e-mail open.

Oh, my God.

This the guy you saw massacre
everyone at that diner?

Oh, Lee...

Is everything all right?

I'm going to take
that for a yes.

The guy's name was Adam Dietz.

Leanne gave us his address.

I guess the two of them
are an item.

No, were an item.

Apparently she left him
after he lost his job.

Poor guy was about to lose
his house, too.

Even left a handy suicide note,
lest there'd be any confusion

about what he did
or why he did it.

So he never even
went over there?

He never threatened
anyone at all?

Nope.

Hey, that's the good news.

Looks like the only life
this guy took was his own.

I guess we'll compare notes
in the morning, huh?

I guess.

(sobbing)

No, wait,
I don't want to do this.

Don't make me do this.

MAN:
Fine. Shall I shoot
you in the groin now?

Adam, we talked
about this.

Either you hang yourself
or I shoot you six times.

First shot in the groin.

We wait ten minutes.

Second shot in the eye.

We wait another ten.

Third shot in
the Adam's apple...

All right, all right,
I'm sorry!

Never mind!

Now jump.

Please, no,
I don't think I can.

Don't make me do this.
I can't do this.

You can do it,
Adam, it's easy.

Please, no!
Don't make me do this!

Oh!

(gasps)

(coughs)

Hi, Sheila.

Hi. Can I help you?

Hal Munzell.

I received your message
on my voice mail.

Oh, right, yeah.

I asked you to call me.

I know. I thought
this might be better.

Oh, well, to be honest,

I prefer to sort of set aside
some time and, you know...

Is this a bad moment?

Have you got
an appointment?

Am I disrupting something?

No, it's all right.

You're fine.

Have a seat, Mr. Mun-Munzal?

Munzell.

Munzell.

Okay.

All right, yeah, I was looking--

I was looking at
your résumé last night.

Here we go.

Okay.

Well, I see that you moved
around quite a little bit.

You don't seem to stay
in one place for very long

and I just was curious
why that might be.

I suppose that over time,

I find that I don't much like
my colleagues,

or perhaps they find that
they don't much like me.

Um, my boss, Terry Cavanaugh,
he took a real shine to you.

Um, where did you...
where did you two meet?

We were at a conference.

He made a pass
at the woman I was with.

Okay.

Well, um, I...

I'm just starting
to meet people,

and I see you're at...
at Taylor-Hammond in Houston,

which is good, um,
because it may be a while

before I figure out
exactly which way

I'm gonna go with this position.

You know, listen, when I
was on the plane with Terry...

You were on the plane
with Terry?

He mentioned that
you were struggling

with the dye
sensitizer mechanisms

in your
solar cell.

And I put some thought into it,
and I came up with some ideas.

Thought maybe you would like
to take a look.

SCANLON:
I don't know what

to tell you,
Allison.

It just didn't look
like a murder to me.

Well, it may not look like
it, but I'm telling you,

that man was forced to put
that rope around his neck.

And what about the note
the guy left?

You telling me he was forced
to write that, too?

Yeah, as a matter
of fact, I am.

Allison, look
at the physical evidence.

There were no signs
of forced entry,

no signs of struggle,
no defensive wounds.

And it's not like the guy
didn't have a reason

to do what he did.
Lee...

Allison, what is it
you'd like me to do?

The only physical description
you've given me

is, the guy
was wearing a hoodie.

Do I haul in every male

in the Phoenix metro area
who owns a hoodie?

And need I remind you
that just 24 hours ago,

you told me you saw the victim--
the exact same guy

I saw swinging
from a rafter last night--

massacre a diner full of people?

I'm sorry,
no offense,

but you're not on your
A game here, lady.

I think maybe you just
need to take a step back.

JOE:
You'd be hard-pressed

to find a more
unlikable human being.

Well, don't hire him.

Well, I wouldn't,
except for two things.

My boss is
championing the guy,

and these drawings
are amazing.

What do you mean?

Well, look, when
I met the guy,

I couldn't figure
out why Terry

would have anything
to do with him,

but now I look at the
work, I totally get it.

I mean, this guy really
is a spectacular thinker.

His solution for our
dye sensitizer problems

really are amazing.

I mean, I don't think
I have a choice.

Okay, that's it.

It's done.

What's done?

I just wrote Terry

and told him
I'm hiring his friend.

And then, I e-mailed Hal.

Told him I'd
be interested

in having him start
as soon as possible.

Wow, you really
are a man of action.

No, I just know the
inevitable when I see it.

(sighs)

Besides, you
don't have to...

like everyone you
work with, right?

I'm trying to
build a company,

not start a club.

Spoken like a true
captain of industry.

Which is great,
'cause it might just

be time for me
to retire.

What are you
talking about?

Well, I don't know.

It seems more
and more lately,

the things that I see,
the things that I dream,

there's not a lot
to them.

If that's the case,
what's the point?

(dog barking in distance)

COOPER:
Is this sleeplessness

a product of your excitement

over the capture
of the Gentleman Caller?

Congratulations.

No, thank you.

We both know it wouldn't have
happened without your help.

I'm just pleased
that we've finally begun

to repair our relationship.

You gave me some good
information, and I'm grateful,

but I wouldn't call this...

this association a relationship.

Michael Bradley.

Who's Michael Bradley?

A serial rapist

with a predilection
for women with blonde hair.

He's struck four times
over the last 18 months.

Two of his victims were
high school students.

The last girl that he attacked
fought back.

And the police were able
to recover a hair sample.

If they could locate this man
and procure some of his DNA,

I think that they would find
a perfect match.

Convicting him would be a
relatively simple matter.

Tell me,
Mrs. Dubois.

Would you like his home address?

(crying)

I can't.

You have to.

But I don't understand.

You're just a boy.

(gasps)

Huh.

Allison...

this police report
is crystal clear.

Three weeks ago, Rachel Stetson
took her own life, period.

End of story.
I'm telling you,

she was forced to
inject herself,

just like that man was
forced to hang himself.

By some boy?

This woman
was being treated

for chronic depression--
she even said as much

in the note
that she left for her husband.

I think the boy told
her what to write.

Okay.

I'll play along.

So, there's this teenager.

He can get in and out
of houses and apartments

without leaving any sign
of forced entry.

And without firing
a single shot,

he can convince people
two, three times his own age

to take their own lives
without putting up a struggle.

Forget how-- why?

I don't know.

I'm not trying to embarrass you.

What would you
like me to do?

I can't really

assign a detective,

because no actual crimes
have been reported.

I could put you
with a composite artist,

but once we have a sketch,
what would we do with it?

I mean, if you had a name,
I could have someone

interview the kid,
at least determine where he was

on the nights in question,
but without a name,

I'm really
at a loss.

You know,
the detective assigned

to the youth crimes
task force...

he keeps an up-to-date
collection

of all the high school
yearbooks in the metro area.

If you want to, maybe you
could flip through those,

see if you could
find his picture,

get a name.

Thank you.

I'd like that.

Oh, here, sorry.

I almost forgot.

"Michael Bradley,
1714 Andover Lane."

Forgive me, what is this?

That's the address

for the serial rapist
you've been looking for,

the one who likes blonde
high school girls.

Really, is this
something you dreamed?

No.

But I think it's
reliable information.

I had nothing to do with it.

(knock at door)
ARIEL:
Dad?

Hey.

Everything okay?

I don't know.

Where did you get these?

Um... these?

Oh, a fellow who came
in looking for a job

gave them to me-- why?

I know this
is gonna sound strange,

but I think I had a dream
about them last night.

About these?

About schematics?

I pretty much put it
out of my head

until I saw them sitting
on your laptop just now.

Okay, what
about them?

I can't imagine they'd
make much of a dream.

Well, they didn't really.

There was this guy,
and he was standing

in the middle of nothing
with some papers in his hand.

And he kept screaming,
"These are mine.

"Tell your father
these are mine.

They belong to Clay."

(school bell ringing)

COOPER:
The police
haven't arrested

Michael Bradley yet.

You scared me.

They're staking out
his apartment.

They'll...
they'll pick him up soon.

I wouldn't be
so sure of that.

I overheard Bradley's brother
tip him off about the stakeout.

Now he's hiding
at a friend's apartment.

It's on the corner
of Western and Del Mar.

Wait a second.

Western and Del Mar?

Thank you.

I'll pass that along.

So...

what's with this
sudden fascination

with high school boys?

I'm looking for this killer
that I've been dreaming about.

I think he goes
to this high school.

I can't
question him.

I can't go

in the school and ask about him.

I have no evidence.

Just wanted to see him
in the flesh,

make sure I was right.

What do you mean, no evidence?

There's always evidence.

If there is murder, slaughter
of some kind, there's evidence.

No, you're wrong.

He's very clever.

He makes it look like suicide.

Really?

You indicated that he
was a serial offender.

Serial offenders are,
by their nature, peacocks.

They almost never
disguise their crimes.

They want their activities
written about.

They want their personas
speculated about.

I'm sorry,
Mrs. Dubois.

I'm skeptical.

Well, you're not alone.

Pretty raw.

Kind of interesting.

(chuckling)

So, what is it
you want to show me?

What's so damned important?

What's this?

What am I looking at?

Uh, it's an obituary
for a, uh...

a guy named Clay Barrett.

37-- he was young.

What's this got to do with me?

Um, he died four months ago
of a brain aneurysm.

Before that, he worked
at Taylor-Hammond.

Um, he was something
of a wunderkind.

He taught grad seminars on the
dye sensitization of solar cells

when he was an undergraduate,
when he was, like, a sophomore.

Um, now, Hal Munzell shared an
office with him for two years.

I know you're very excited
about Hal's designs,

but I'm worried
that they might not be his.

That's a serious
accusation, Joe.

Who's making it?

Somebody at Taylor-Hammond?

Actually, my source did
work at Taylor-Hammond.

Did?

He longer
works there.

I didn't actually talk
to him myself.

Uh, he reached out
through somebody that, um...

that I'm very close to,
somebody that I really trust.

Fine.

Can you give me
a name?

I'd rather not.

(chuckling):
Well...

is there any proof,

anything to back
this story up?

No, uh, but like I said,
this is somebody that I trust.

A lot.

Well... (chuckles) I'm sorry,
maybe you trust this person,

but I don't think I could
let a man go on the say-so

of some unnamed, disgruntled
former colleague.

It's not like that.

It's exactly like that.

According to you,
this person couldn't

even screw up
enough courage

to make the accusation
in person.

Had to go through
some third party.

Frankly, Joe, I'm surprised
you'd waste my time with this.

Terry, you know about

my wife, right?

You telling me

you got this idea
from your wife?

No, actually, it came
from my daughter.

I'm tired. I've been
on a plane all day.

I'm still not home.

So I shouldn't care
that he might be a thief?

Hey, I'd care
if you could prove it.

But you can't.

You don't want Hal
on your team, fine.

All you have to do
is to beat his idea.

Save me more time,
save me more money.

If you can't do that...

(grinding sound)

You forgot to clean
the outside of
the cylinder.

Remember how
I showed you?

Congratulations, by the way.

You followed my instructions
to the T.

Apparently, there's not
a shred of physical evidence

to tie you to the deaths
of these people.

That's impressive.

That's very impressive.

And the way you slipped
in and out of that house

and that woman's apartment.

You have a real talent
for this line of work.

I keep thinking
about them, though.

Both of them.

The way they pleaded
for their lives,

you know, the looks
on their faces.

The guy was so scared.

That woman...
she was so sad.

That will pass,

but the accomplishment
will live on,

and that's what you need
to revel in, young man,

the accomplishment.

If you hadn't done
what you did,

that man would have
gotten up the next morning,

gone to that diner
and snuffed out
all those lives.

Saving seven or eight
innocent souls

in the return for the death
of one sociopath--

I'd say that's
a pretty good trade.

(crickets chirping)

(dialing tones)

If you're calling
the police,

I wouldn't bother.

By the time they were able
to search young Brandon's home,

the weapon would
be long gone.

How long did it take,

once you realized
he was sensitive,

that he could
see you, hear you?

How long did it take?

What's the difference?

I needed someone to help me,
and you were unwilling.

He's a child!

You've got him
killing for you!

You're a monster.

I'm a monster?

What about Adam Dietz?

You dreamt about what
he was prepared to do

to everyone in that diner.

And Rachel Stetson, that woman
that you saw injecting herself.

Did you know
that she was a nurse?

Perhaps you also heard

that she was struggling
with depression.

But what you couldn't
have been aware of

was her growing sense of despair

over the deterioration
of the health care system

she labored in.

She had actually become
convinced that death might

just be preferable
to the level of care

that she was able to provide.

So convinced
that if Brandon had not done

what I had asked him to do,

she would have secretly
and purposefully euthanised

16 patients
before she was caught!

We are talking about a child!

It cannot continue!

It must continue!

You and I have done
a lot of good together.

over the past few days.

We have put some terrible
people in prison.

That can continue, Mrs. Dubois.

I'll keep sharing
information with you,

good information,
but only if you allow

my other work
to go on unimpeded.

That's what this is
all about, isn't it?

You knew I was dreaming
about you and the boy.

That's why you came to see me
in the first place.

Did you actually think that if
you gave me enough information

about criminals
we weren't able to catch,

that I would let you two
keep murdering people?

Good night, Agent Cooper.

You won't be able
to catch him.

You won't be able
to stop him.

There'll be no evidence--
I'll make certain of that.

I'm already in his head.

You can't save him.

There's virtually
no "him" left to save.

Why not reconsider?

It's such
an elegant arrangement.

Promise me you'll sleep on it.

Hey, Hal, when
you're all settled in,

I'd like to go over your plans
for the dye sensitizer.

See if we can't tie up
a few loose ends.

What's wrong with the plans
I gave you?

No, nothing. They helped a lot.

But we still need to figure out
how to get better absorption

out of the semiconductor.

And we need to address
the electron recombination

in the mediator level.

(sighs)

(softly):
Yeah. Oh, yeah.

May I?

What's going on, Hal?

I'm gonna be perfectly honest
with you, Joe.

I'm not really an office
kind of a guy.

I tend to do my very best work
at my house.

There are fewer distractions
there, I can really focus

on the problems
that I need to solve,

and if it's all the same to you,
I'd really like

to take these
home with me

and noodle with
them there,

and bring you my absolute best

as opposed to whatever
I can muster here.

(hydraulic brakes hissing)

ALLISON:
Brandon?
Brandon Whitman?

My name's Allison.

I'm friends with Agent Cooper.

You're wrong. I don't know
what you're talking about.

I'm nothing like you.

You're exactly like me.

You can see him., so can I.

The only difference is,
I don't kill for him.

Where is everybody?

Uh, "everyone" is my mom.

Everyone's at work.

And when everyone's not at work,
everyone's with her boyfriend.

So... what do you want?
Why are you in my house?

I work for the district
attorney's office.

I want to help you.

I don't need any help.

Yes, you do. You could
be tried for murder.

I don't think so,

'cause all those people
you keep talking about,

they killed themselves.

No, they decided to end
their lives quickly

rather than face
the slow death

you were threatening.

Can you prove that?

Hey, Brandon, I'm offering
you a way out.

Come with me to the
district attorney's office.

We will explain what happened.

How you started hearing
Cooper's voice in your head.

How your mom tried to get you
treatment and medication,

but it didn't work.

You're still a minor.

The court will show you mercy.

Mercy?

(chuckles)

They should give me a medal.

Do you know how many
lives I've saved?

I go to school, I look
at all the other kids.

You know, the captain
of the football team,

the girl who stars
in all the plays,

and they're like the
overachievers, the ones who get

in all the good colleges; the
one that everybody talks about.

What have they done?
Played a game, sang a song?

Look at what I do.

All the people in that diner
were going to die.

All the patients
that woman cared for,

she was gonna kill.

And you're gonna stop us? Why?

Because it's wrong.

But it's not wrong!

You know... when he first
started appearing to me,

I would ignore him;
pretend I couldn't see.

He was screaming at me
about this guy in Scottsdale.

Said he was depressed.
Said he was gonna take his .38

and shoot his wife and two kids

right before he blew
his own brains out.

Agent Cooper asked me if I would
do something about it.

He said he'd show me
how to get in the house,

what to say, what to do.

I just ignored him.

The next day, I wake up,
my mom's watching the news.

"Murder-suicide in Scottsdale."

Some guy snaps,

kills his whole family.

I could have saved them.

No.

You know I'm right.

No, I don't.

It's like
he always says,

"Just do the math."

You kill one guilty person,
you save two innocent ones.

You kill 20,
you save a hundred.

You kill a hundred,
you save a thousand.

Do the math.

This isn't math!

This is something else.

It's vigilantism,
and it's wrong.

No, it isn't.

It's really kind of perfect.

(sighs)

Anyway, you're gonna
have to leave.

I have... homework.

Honey, you coming
to bed?

Mm... yeah...

someday.

Well, what if
you can't do it?

What if you can't come up
with a solution

that improves
on Hal's?
Don't say that.

Don't even put that out there.

(groans)

Maybe I should just surrender.

Maybe I should just get used
to the fact that Hal--

thieving, slimy,
untrustworthy Hal

is someone that I'm going
to just have to see every day

of my professional life.

When and if he chooses to come
into the office, that is.

You all right if I stay
out here for a bit?

I'll see you soon.

ARIEL (whispering):
Daddy?

Daddy?
Yeah.

Ariel.

Ariel, what'd you--

what's going on?
Everything all right?

What time is it?

Oh, God.

What are you
doing up?
I don't know.

It's like midnight
or something.

I had another dream
about that Clay guy.

He wanted me to tell you
something.

Oh you did? What?

He wants you to look
at something

called the Mellinger Equation.

"Mellinger Equation"?

Do you mean Mallinger?

Yeah.

He says you're supposed to

"apply 1-ethyl-3
and then extrapolate it

from four vectors".

What?

He kept screaming it at me,

until I promised I'd wake up
and write it down.

(man sobbing)

Why?

(crying):
Why did you leave?

(splattering)

(gasps)

(dialing)

I just got off the phone
with the hospital again.

For the moment at least,
he's, uh...

he's still hanging on.

I'll keep you
posted.

I appreciate that.

JOE:
It was in front of us
the whole time,

Terry.
We just didn't see it.

The Mallinger Equation.

It really does solve all

of our dye sensitizer problems.

The key is applying it

to a lighter photosensitive
material,

and then applying Mallinger to
four additional surface vectors,

thereby reducing
the amount of external

sensitization
that's required.

Thereby reducing our material
costs by... what?

Three, maybe four percent?

It might even go
so high as five.

What can I say, Joe?

I guess I underestimated

just how much you dislike
working with Hal Munzell.

Are you on board with this?

(chuckles)

I'm a man of my word, Joe.

Consider him gone.

Well, if he ever comes
back in the office,

I'll be sure to let him know.
(chuckles)

ALLISON:
That's great, Joe.

Well, I guess sometimes
things do work out

the way they're supposed to.

Soon, I hope.

They're still operating.

Devalos and I are just waiting.

(tapping on glass)

Joe, I gotta go.

Tell the girls I'll be home
in a bit.

(sighs)

Douglas Reilly just expired.

(sighs)

"Dear Joe, I made a decision

to end my life tonight..."

Hello again,
Mrs. Dubois.

Nice note,
don't you think?

I'm going to need you
to sign that.

By the way, I'm have a gun
in my left hand

which is pointed directly
at the center of your spine.

A single bullet
at this close proximity,

even allowing for it
having to go

through the rear
of your seat,

should disable but not
kill you immediately,

causing
unimaginable pain.

Brandon, don't do this.

Sign the note,

put the key in the ignition
and drive to the roof.

Okay.

Brandon.

Brandon.

There are video cameras
all over this lot.

You're being recorded right now.

Not tonight.

The system's down.

Will be until it's serviced
tomorrow.

Agent Cooper is very thorough.

You ought to know
that by now.
Agent Cooper?

This was his idea?

Our work is very important.

We can't let you get in the way
of what we're trying to do.

Now, I'm going to need you

to climb up
on that wall.

I can't do that, Brandon.

I think you will.

I think you're going to climb up
on that wall,

and you're going to jump off it,
'cause if you don't,

I will shoot you, Mrs. Dubois.

(sighs heavily)

You're going to have
to shoot me.

What's the matter?

Huh?

Didn't Cooper tell you
this might happen?

No he didn't, did he?

'Cause he didn't know.

Just like he didn't know
about Douglas Reilly.

Who... who's Douglas Reilly?

I'm going to get....

Douglas Reilly is a man

who actually did commit suicide
last night,

and not because anybody
was threatening him,

but because he lost his wife,

and he couldn't imagine spending

another day without her.

See him?

His wife's name was
Rachel Stetson.

Okay...

well...

his wife was a killer.

So, it's like Cooper says.
Do the math.

No, no, no. You do the math.

His wife hadn't killed anybody.

Anybody. Not yet.

And I'm starting to think
she probably never would have.

Wait a second.
What are you saying?

I'm saying, honey,
the future isn't fixed.

It isn't certain.

It is fluid.

Agent Cooper
couldn't have known

that Rachel Stetson was going
to kill all those people.

Or that somebody wouldn't
have discovered her.

Or that she wouldn't have
had a change of heart.

Any more than he could
have been certain that

Adam Dietz was going to walk
into that diner

and blow everyone away.

Who's to say that somebody
wouldn't have stopped him?

Who's to say that he wouldn't
have stopped himself?

No!

No.

No, he saw it.

He, he knew it.
He was certain of it.

He even said
you dreamt about it.

I did.

I did.

My dreams are always,
always fooling with me.

You can-- you can call
my husband.

Call the people I work with.

So what are you saying?

I'm saying...

do the math, Brandon.

Cooper's using you.

He wants you to think
that he's infallible,

but he isn't.

I am never gonna jump off
that wall.

(quiet gasp)

So, you're gonna
have to kill me.

No.

Or better yet,

give me that gun.

Give me the gun, we're going
to get back in the car,

we'll drive downstairs,
we'll talk to my boss.

COOPER:
That's just not an option,
Mrs. Dubois.

We don't have much time.

Pull the trigger, Brandon.

We'll drive the car away,
leave her here,

make it look like a carjacking.

Is what she's saying right?

Is it possible that
I forced those people

to kill themselves for no reason

at all?
It's highly unlikely, Brandon.

And we could hardly afford
to wait

and just let awful things
happen.

That would've defeated
our entire purpose.

Now pull the trigger.

You said she was going to jump!

Give me the gun, Brandon.

If you don't kill her,
she will arrest you.

And you will go to prison.
I told you,

we'll go talk
to my boss.

I believe that
he will recommend

that the court
show you mercy.

I wouldn't count
on mercy, son.

You've already had a hand
in the deaths of three people.

Now pull the trigger!

(cocks gun)

There you go.

Don't.

Now, do what
you have to do.

There's no reason

to feel doubt
or uncertainty, Brandon.

Brandon...

he is using you.

None of this is your fault.

Don't listen
to her, Brandon.

What we're doing
is right.

We're making
the world better.

You'll see.

Once you've actually
pulled that trigger,

everything will change.

You'll feel
wonderful.

What are you doing?!

Brandon, no!

(gunshot)

(dog barking)

Where have you been?

I've been worried
about you.

Well, first I was
at the hospital.

And then I was talking
to this, this boy's mother.

(sobbing)

And then....

(sobbing continues)

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