All language subtitles for DLYN

[electricity crackling]

[atmospheric music]

♪ ♪

[Julee Cruise’s "Falling" playing]

♪ ♪

[cell phone beeps]

[Ben] Jerry?

[Jerry breathing shakily]

Jerry?

Jerry?

- [Ben] 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!

[Jerry breathing shakily]

[line clicks, dial tone drones]

[Hawk] This is what I found.

From Laura Palmer?

Yeah.

[inhales deeply]

"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.

[sighs]

Harry.

Where the hell they got ya?

Oh, no kidding.

Damn. [inhales deeply]

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.

[cell phone beeps]

- 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.

[stammering] 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.

[stammering] 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.

[Hayward] Good to hear your voice.

Where's Harry?

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

[Hayward] Yeah? Well,
give my best to him.

Uh, do you know what Skype is, Doc?

[Hayward] 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.

[Hayward] MiddleburyDoc.

Be right with you, Doc.

[sighs] Now.

[mouse clicking]

[computer beeps, whirs]

[computer beeping, line trilling]

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...

[sighs] She was in a coma.

How they biting back there, Doc?

[chuckles] 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.

[both laughing]

Did you make a breakfast out of them?

Panfried 'em right
out there by the river.

I had some scrambled eggs and...

[sighs] and an English muffin

with huckleberry jam.

[chuckles]

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.

[computer beeps]

[telephones ringing in the
distance, indistinct chatter]

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?

[laughs] There's a body, all right.

[Constance clears throat]

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.

[scoffs]

You're sure this is the body

you took those prints from?

[Constance] Yeah.

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

It would sure help our investigation

to know who this is.

[exhales sharply]

Excuse me for a moment.

[line trilling]

Sir. Lieutenant Knox, sir.

It's not just prints this time.

It's a body.

It's him.

[sighs]

You're sure?

[Cindy] The prints came off this body.

[sighs]

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.

[sighs]

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.

[tense music]

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Yes, sir.

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[clears throat]

[line trilling]

[sighs]

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.

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[man whistling]

[continues whistling]

[knock at door]

[feedback whining]

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.

[knock at door]

[knocking continues]

[Gordon] FBI, champ.

Friends of Diane.

Come on in.

[Diane] Who is it?

Oh, my God.

See you later, Diane.

[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.

[Albert] 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?

[Albert] This code
mark's on the wrong side.

[Tammy] 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.

[Albert] 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.

[breathing heavily]

[exhales deeply]

[switch clicks, screen whirring]

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.

[switch clicks, screen whirring]

[exhales deeply]

[breathing heavily]

[indistinct chatter]

[telephone rings in the distance]

Thank you, Warden Murphy.

- That's it?
- Looks like it.

Hold this man till you hear from us.

- Diane?
- [gasps]

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.

[inhales sharply]

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.

[crying]

That last night you
mentioned in there...

Something I need to know about?

[sobs]

You and I'll have a talk sometime.

You and I will have a talk.

[Diane] Okay?

[Gordon] Okay.

Cheers.

To the FBI.

[buzzer blares]

Listen to me a minute.

Tell Warden Murphy I
have a message for him.

I need to speak with him in his office.

[laughing] Yeah, right.

Just tell him

we need to speak about a strawberry.

[brooding music]

♪ ♪

[bird cawing]

[knock at door]

Sit him down and leave.

[handcuffs click]

[door closes]

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.

[panicked breathing]

[chair creaking]

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.

[pen scratching]

[clears throat]

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.

[telephone ringing in the distance]

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.

[clears throat]

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?

[scoffs]

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.

[Dougie] 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?

[laughing]

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.

[elevator bell dings]

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.

[sighs]

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.

- [gun cocks]
- Do you hear me?

- [woman screams]
- No more gam...

[woman screams]

[gunshot]

[grunting]

[choking]

Get off him!

[choking]

Squeeze his hand off.

[choking]

Squeeze his hand off.

- [screaming]
- Squeeze his hand off.

[screams]

[screams] Dougie!

Are you guys okay?

Oh, my God.

[breathing heavily] Are you okay?

Oh, Dougie.

What... Are you okay?

[helicopter whirring overhead]

[sirens approaching]

[indistinct police radio,
camera shutter clicking]

[Janey-E] 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.

[woman] 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.

[indistinct police radio]

[keys clacking]

[ringing tone]

[tone continues]

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?

[tone continues]

Eh?

[tone continues]

[both chuckling]

Now... now it sounds like

it's coming from over there, no?

It sure does.

[tone continues]

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.

[chuckles]

Thank you, Mr. Horne.

Ben.

Good night, Ben.

Beverly.

[footsteps departing]

Hmm.

[tone continues]

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.

[door closes]

Sorry I'm late, honey.

Are you hungry?

[sighs]

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.

[sighs]

Are you hungry?

[sighs]

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!

[Booker T. & the M.G.s'
"Green Onions" playing]

♪ ♪

[telephone ringing]

Yeah, Roadhouse.

- Jean Michel.
- [music stops]

Uh-huh.

[laughs]

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.

[chuckles]

those girls, they are...

Whores, pure and simple.

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

[chuckles]

He owes me for two.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[door opens]

[door unlocks]

[door opens]

[distant clanking]

[door closes]

[electric lock buzzes]

It's the beige rental.

Here's your phone.

Keys are in the car.

You drive.

[gate creaking open]

[engine turning over]

[gate whirring closed]

♪ ♪

[Santo & Johnny's "Sleep Walk" playing]

♪ ♪

Hey!

Has anybody seen Bing?

[woman] Nope. No.

♪ ♪