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Good Lord.

Andy,

I want this dusted for prints.

No one saw a thing.

The blackout and the fire drew everyone out of the building.

- How long has he been dead? - It's hard to say.

We'll need an autopsy.

Doc, if you lift up the victim's shirt, I believe you'll find a stab wound,

one inch beneath the sternum,

penetrating upwards, severing the aorta.

You've seen this before.

- Yeah. - Any traces?

No blood stains.

What's this?

- Douglas fir, Harry? - Lodgepole pine.

Hawk, footprints?

Two sets, same boots, one coming, one leaving.

Heavier impressions on the way down.

Carrying the body.

Coop, are you sure Windom Earle's behind this?

A short time ago, a vagrant,

our victim, was befriended and offered a lift.

He was driven to a location up beyond the ridge.

The car will still be there. He was stabbed once.

He managed to run a short distance before collapsing.

Windom Earle engineered the explosion

that caused the power outage.

He created a diversionary fire that drew everyone out of the station.

Brought the body in through this window.

Windom Earle has been in this room.

I can still feel his presence.

Harry, we're not gonna find any fingerprints in here.

No mistakes. No slip-ups.

Everything has its own rationale,

precision, intelligence.

Windom Earle is a genius.

And he's taken his first pawn in a very sick game.

Listen carefully, Bobby Briggs. This is what we're gonna do.

If there's one thing I learned from my father before he flipped his wig,

it's that a business relationship is like a sacred pact.

Equaled only by the closest of personal relationships,

where nothing is held back.

Right.

Do you wanna get rich, Bobby?

- Immediately. - Well, maybe I can help.

Let's pretend that this is my father.

- An ice cube? - Right.

And our job now is to help my father come back from limbo land

before he melts away and leaves us with a handful of nothing.

We wouldn't want that to happen, would we?

No.

So from now on, Bobby, I'm the one you suck up to.

- What about Shelly? - What about Shelly?

Leo.

Leo?

No.

No.

Help me!

Please! Help me!

No! No!

Leo? Please.

Bad girl.

Please, please don't.

No!

I swear. I'll kill you.

Help me! Help!

Shelly?

Shelly.

Shelly, come on.

No. No!

- No! - Shelly?

No, no, Leo.

Shelly!

- Shelly! - No, please.

- No! - Leo, you bastard!

Goodbye, wife.

Shelly.

Leo!

Goodbye.

- No! - Aah!

Bobby! Bobby.

Everything's okay, baby.

He's gone.

- Here. - Thanks, Harry.

Well, no fibers, no prints. You were right.

If it is Earle, he didn't miss a beat.

Mm. Did you hear anything from Denise?

The Bureau and the DEA cleared me of all criminal charges.

The suspension still stands.

I'm waiting to hear from Gordon.

In the meantime, you're still my deputy.

Mm-hm.

If you want this case, it's yours.

Harry, I want it.

Harry.

I found that car on the logging road just like he said.

No prints.

And just so you know, Hank Jennings didn't make the buy at Dead Dog

because he was in the hospital.

Claims he was hit by a bus.

I cuffed him to the bed and booked him for parole violations.

Oh. Shelly Johnson called.

She said Leo came to last night,

attacked her and ran off into the woods.

Holy smokes.

Lucy, we need to talk. It's about Nicky.

Little Nicky?

Dick and I have been doing some thinking and some looking,

and we think he's a... He's a...

A what?

We think he murdered his parents.

- He's 9 years old. - I know.

We think he was 6 at the time of the crime.

I met little Nicky. I've talked to little Nicky.

If you two think for one second

that I'll believe that a defenseless little orphan is capable of murder,

the both of you aren't fit to be fathers to a chimp.

Ow!

I'm gonna get to the bottom of this right away.

Hello, you must be James.

- Um... - Oh. Ha, ha.

I'm Jeffrey Marsh.

I've been hearing very good things about your work from Evelyn.

Well, you'll see how it is when you take it out.

I'm sure it will be fine. It's lucky we found you.

No, my luck.

I hear you were, uh, on the road.

Yeah, I will be soon.

Ah, no itinerary, no deadlines. I'm envious.

Wish I was going with you.

Maybe after I take her for a spin, we'll talk shop.

Sounds like we have a mutual love:

Cars.

Yeah, well, actually I'm kind of overdue as it is.

Of course he'll stay.

There are plenty of things I could find for him to do.

Uh...

Right, James?

Yeah. Yeah, maybe.

Excuse me.

- Nice kid. - He's done a fine job on the car.

Mm. Let's see what it will do on the open road.

Goodbye, Jeffrey.

Doc, it's Nadine I wanna talk about.

Nadine wants to start dating boys

and I don't know what to say.

Is she sexually active?

Active?

Doc, I wake up every morning feeling like I've been hit by a timber truck.

It's the extra adrenaline.

Well, it's downright dangerous.

She's liable to kill a young kid. I don't know what to say.

Be patient.

And, uh, tell her to be home by 9:00 on school nights.

Extra potatoes.

Well, thanks.

Ed, uh, Donna took the van this morning.

Said something about looking for James.

Is there anything I need to worry about?

Well, James is out west a couple of hours.

Trying to clear his head, I think. Donna's taking him some money.

Not easy being a parent, is it?

Boy, I'll say.

Well...

- See you, Ed. - Thanks, doc.

Hank's in the hospital.

He said a tree fell on him.

Honey, that tree was a redwood called Nadine.

Yesterday after you left, Hank jumped me.

Right in my own living room.

If Nadine hadn't shown up...

Nadine took out Hank?

Phew. And it wasn't pretty.

Harry called. He said he'll be arresting Hank for parole violation.

When Hank gets well, he may have to go back to prison.

I think it's time I start correcting a few of the mistakes I've made.

Well, we could, uh, start by getting a cabin.

A couple of venison steaks and a bottle of sparkling wine.

People will find out.

Let them.

- Don't you knock? - I'm sorry.

- Are you leaving? - Yeah.

You were good with Jeffrey.

It didn't feel that good.

I can change that.

It's wrong.

Love isn't wrong, James.

Please don't leave me.

Don't leave me alone with him.

What a shot!

I'm gonna go check my bike.

So how does chess figure into all this?

Because Windom Earle and I played a game every day for three years.

He felt that all of life

could be found in the patterns and conflicts on the board.

Because I never beat him.

Now it's my turn.

I'll publish my response in the Twin Peaks Gazette.

I don't know what else to do.

Coop, you're gonna have to give me some more information here.

Harry, I've brought some baggage to town I haven't told you about.

Windom Earle was my first partner.

Everything I know about the law and the Bureau, I owe to him.

Four years ago, we drew the assignment

of protecting a material witness in a federal crime.

She was a very beautiful, very gentle woman.

Her name was Caroline.

She and I fell in love.

One night, I failed in my vigilance.

An attack was made. I wasn't ready.

I was wounded and I lost consciousness.

When I came to, she was in my arms.

She was dead. She'd been stabbed.

The wounds on the vagrant?

Identical.

The killer was never found.

My wound healed, Windom Earle went mad.

Institutionalized until his recent escape.

So why is he after you?

Harry,

Caroline was Windom Earle's wife.

So he blames you for her death.

It's much worse than that.

I think he killed her.

And I think he committed the crime that she originally witnessed.

Harry, Windom Earle's mind is like a diamond.

It's cold and hard and brilliant.

I think he feigned the insanity that sent him away.

But at some point, he lost the ability to distinguish

between what's right and what's wrong.

You don't know what he's capable of, Harry.

You don't know.

Coffee, please.

I'm looking for a biker named James.

You look like someone in need of help.

I'm looking for someone.

What's his name?

James.

James Hurley?

Yeah.

You know him?

He did some work for me recently.

What kind of work?

He fixed my husband's car.

Where is he?

He left. Yesterday, on his bike.

Where did he go?

He said something about the ocean. Mexico, I think.

That's all?

Are you what he's running away from?

Look, dear, why don't you go home?

He'll be back.

Coffee's on me.

He's marching on Washington.

We think he's getting close.

- Ben? - He prefers general.

General.

Jeb.

He thinks you're General Jeb Stuart.

Oh. You're in the cavalry.

Jeb, there is a great day upon us.

By dawn, our troops will be on the outskirts of Washington.

By midday, it will fall.

And we will once again walk on our cherished fields at home.

Only God can stop us now.

And it is my firm belief, Jeb,

that the Almighty is a Southerner.

Hallelujah.

You really think it's a good idea for Ben to be carrying this sword?

Well, uh, he thinks he's on a forced march to Washington.

You know, he's crossing the Maryland border as we speak.

What he's doing is quite healthy.

I mean, by reversing the South's defeat in the Civil War,

he, in turn, will reverse his own emotional setback.

What he needs right now is both your understanding

and a Confederate victory.

Men of the South,

from this day to the ending of the earth,

we who fight shall be remembered.

For our bravery, for the battle scars that we bear.

We few...

We happy few.

We band of brothers,

onwards to Washington.

Oh, I wish I was In the land of cotton

Old time there I've not forgotten

Look away, look away Look away, Dixie land

I wish I was in Dixie Hooray, hooray

In Dixie land I'll take my stand

And live or die in Dixie

Major Briggs?

I need to see the sheriff.

Major Briggs.

More?

- I'm fine. - Fine, Lucy.

Fine.

Major, what happened?

Well, as men who have dedicated their lives to service,

I know that you're able to understand

how sacred I hold the Pledge of Allegiance.

And the cost one must pay when breaking a pledge.

It can be very great.

Well, the Air Force, I thought,

was not unlike other societies of men dedicated to the fight for the good.

Gentlemen, frankly, I'm worried.

When my superiors questioned me about my disappearance,

they exhibited a degree of suspicion and intolerance

bordering on the paranoid.

I must now admit that their motivation in the search for the White Lodge

is not ideologically pure.

I believe that during my disappearance, I was taken to the White Lodge.

I can remember virtually nothing.

But I have the clear intuitive sense

that there is much trouble ahead.

Major, what kind of trouble?

I am not aware of the form it will take.

I will return.

Until that time,

I will be in the shadows if you need me.

- Good day, gentlemen. - Good day, major.

- In the shadows. Can you beat that? - Nope.

Excuse me, sheriff, Agent Cooper, may I show you something?

Good.

I wanted all of you to hear this.

I've just spent almost the last 24 hours with this charming young lady.

And as you can see, uh, I have no bruises, no broken bones.

Any claims by her deceased husband's brother that she is cursed

or somehow responsible for his death is nonsense.

Now, what she does, in fact, possess is a heightened sexual drive

and a working knowledge of technique, anatomy and touch

that few men have ever had the pleasure of experiencing

or the skill to match.

Is it hot in here?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Lana, let me be the first to congratulate you.

Thank you.

Well, I could never have done it without Dr. Jacoby.

Okay. Well, then, we're gonna go bowling.

See you later, guys.

Hmm.

Don't anybody move.

Mr. Mayor.

Put the gun down.

Anybody that moves, I'll blast her into kingdom come.

And the hippie too.

Dwayne.

Dwayne, this isn't gonna solve anything.

- She killed my brother. - Mr. Mayor, she killed no one.

- Horse dung. - Fellas, I've got an idea.

Why don't we let Lana and the mayor talk things over together? Alone.

I don't wanna talk. I wanna shoot.

Now, Dwayne, you can always shoot later. Talk first.

Come on, in here.

Lana, it's okay. Mr. Mayor, please.

Mr. Mayor, please.

- Now what? - We wait.

- We wait. - We wait.

It's hard waiting.

Mm-hm.

Okay.

Ready, men?

Let's go.

We've decided to adopt a child.

He's so much like Dougie.

I just feel like my husband's been brought back to life.

Well, I've been lonely and selfish.

I hope you'll all forgive me for my boorish behavior.

Come along, my dear.

I don't know about you guys,

but I could definitely use something to drink.

- Me too. - Oh, yeah.

Hot dogs.

- We forgot the hot dogs. - Pete.

We forgot the wienies. All beef, with the skin on them.

- Has Josie gone shopping yet? - Yes, she's already gone.

Well, if you think you can tear yourself away

from all this high-level executive decision-making for a moment,

I have something I'd like to show you.

Have you ever asked yourself

how I really survived after the fire?

How I was able to marshal the resources necessary

to defeat Benjamin Horne and win back the mill?

Now that you mention it, yeah.

Come here.

Pete Martell.

Andrew?

I saw the boat.

- You... - Take all the time you need.

Good old Pete.

As you can surmise, I had my brother Andrew's help.

Now, let me get this straight.

You didn't die in the boat accident.

We didn't tell you, Pete...

With apologies much delayed. - because you didn't need to know.

Okay. Fine.

We discovered the attempt on my life was coming,

so we arranged this little deception.

Who tried to push the button on you, Andy?

Does the name Thomas Eckhardt mean anything to you?

No.

Eckhardt and I were business partners.

I knew lumber, he knew Hong Kong.

We made a lot of money, had some fun.

Then I got the better of him in a piece of business,

and he tried to stab me in the back.

Really?

He's a very dangerous and powerful opponent.

Eckhardt planned Andrew's death for six years.

Does Josie know you're alive, Andy?

Pete, dear, Josie worked for Thomas Eckhardt.

Oh, my God.

Does she still?

We'll know when Eckhardt arrives.

He's coming here?

I've never known Josie's seductive powers to fail.

He'll come for her, like a rat for cheese.

Good evening. How may I help you?

I have two suites reserved.

- Name? - Eckhardt.

Thomas Eckhardt.

Welcome to Twin Peaks.

Andy, in here. We're gonna talk.

Andy?

Cooper. I need to ask you a favor.

Harry, let's get one thing straight.

I work for you now. You say drink coffee, I'll drink coffee.

This just came over the wire from Seattle.

Josie told me she got away from him.

Think Josie had something to do with this?

I don't know. I don't know.

That's why I need you to find out.

Okay, Harry.

When Lucy told me about your theory,

I called the orphanage and cut through the red tape.

Nicky is no more a murderer than Lucy or I.

I believe "pathological" was the phrase...

Dick, I did not drop you on your head when I brought you into this world.

Don't give me cause to regret that.

- Doc, it's just that... - Shut up, the both of you, and listen.

Nicky entered this world through the back door,

where hope and promise never see the light.

His mother was a poor immigrant chambermaid at the Great Northern.

Nicky was conceived during an assault in a back alley

by a man who fled across the border.

She never reported it to the police

but when she began to show, she reported it to me.

But Nicky's mother had a dream of a better life for herself and her child.

A dream that she brought with her to this country.

She decided to carry that child.

But the poor wretch never saw the boy.

She died just as Nicky took his first breath.

We buried her in potter's field and sent the infant to the orphanage.

For several years, Nicky was shuttled from one state home to another.

And then one day, hope shined on little Nicky.

A young, childless couple took him into their lives.

They were loving, caring parents.

But it all collapsed one terrible moment on an icy highway.

There was a crash.

Six-year-old Nicky managed to pull his parents from the blazing car,

but it was too late.

And Nicky was alone again,

as he is today.

I hope you two are happy.

- James, what are you doing? - What does it look like I'm doing?

Are you leaving? Are you leaving?

I can't stay here.

- I don't understand. - It's wrong!

- Because I'm married? - Yes.

Yes.

I love you, James.

I've never said that to anybody before in my life.

I love you.

There's been an accident.

Jeffrey is dead.

- His car? - Yes.

You killed him.

No. No. No.

My God! You set me up!

It was Malcolm's idea. He's not my brother.

Hurry, James.

Go find that young girl who loves you.

Go.

James?

Donna?

Donna.

We gotta hurry.

Come on. Come on.

Where is Shelly? Bad girl.

No, no. Come in.

It's all right. I'm a friend.

Come in.

You look like you've had a very hard night.

Come. Sit.

I will help you.

What's your name?

- Leo. - Leo?

Well, Leo.

You can call me Windom.

Windom Earle.