Donna.
Just a minute, Laura.
Hi.
[Whistling.]
BOBBY: You want a ride? We’re all gonna - bear our cudas.
LAURA: No thanks Bobby. We want to walk.
BOBBY: We weren’t going to school right away anyway.
MIKE: Hey Donna, I’ll walk with you.
DONNA: I’m walking with Laura.
MIKE: That’s what I like about you: you’re tough to handle.
That’s why you need a real man like me.
DONNA: Yeah Mike, you’re the real man.
MIKE: That's right. Mike is the man.
BOBBY & MIKE: Mike is the man.
BOBBY: Laura Palmer, see you later.
Laura.
LAURA: See you in a sec.
[BELL RINGING]
[DOOR OPENS]
Hey, baby.
Just kiss me.
It does matter.
We're in love.
James, you don't know what you're talking about.
Quit trying to hold on so tight.
I'm gone.
Long gone.
Like a turkey in the corn.
You're not a turkey.
A turkey's one of the dumbest birds on Earth.
Gobble, gobble, gobble.
Don't ever leave.
Laura, don't ever leave.
I'll never leave you.
Hey, where were you for the last hour? I've been looking all over for you.
I was standing right behind you, but you're too dumb to turn around.
If he turned around, he might get dizzy and fall down.
Where were you?
I'm not kidding around.
Who were you with?
Get lost, Bobby.
Oh, yeah?
You'll be calling soon and maybe I won't be around.
Come on, Bobby.
Come on.
Just a little one?
Come on.
Love you, babe.
Are you gonna see James tonight?
Why are you suddenly so interested in who I'm going to see at night?
Nighttime is my time.
You're telling me.
That's only because you won't let me in on any of it.
You're not gonna see Bobby, are you?
Maybe.
My God, Laura.
Well, why not?
Because Bobby is a loser. You said so yourself.
He's a goon.
James is the one.
He loves you with that everlasting love.
True love.
Yes, James is very sweet.
Why don't you get out your violin, Donna?
"Sweet"?
God, he's gorgeous.
Yes, James is very sweet
and very gorgeous.
I wonder if Mike could ever write a poem.
[LAUGHS]
Do you think that if you were falling in space
that you would slow down after a while or go faster and faster?
Faster and faster.
And for a long time, you wouldn't feel anything.
And then you'd burst into fire.
Forever.
And the angels wouldn't help you.
Because they've all gone away.
[SHOUTING] Get me Agent Chester Desmond
out in Fargo, North Dakota.
[CHILDREN SCREAMING AND CRYING]
[PHONE RINGING THEN HORN HONKING]
DESMOND: James, come over here and help out.
The phone.
Hello.
Chet, I'm calling you from Portland, Oregon.
It's Regional Bureau Chief Gordon Cole
calling from Portland, Oregon.
- Okay, Gordon. - Oregon.
I got a girl that's been murdered. Seventeen years old.
Named Teresa Banks.
Chet, I've got a surprise for you.
Something interesting I would like to show you.
Arrangements are being made,
and I will meet you at the private Portland airport.
Okay, Gordon.
[CHILDREN CONTINUE SCREAMING AND CRYING]
Thanks.
- Chet, good to see you. - Gordon.
Chet, give Sam Stanley the glad hand.
He's come over from Spokane.
It's a pleasure. I've heard a lot about you.
Sam's the man who cracked the Whiteman case.
Congratulations.
I heard about that.
Chet, your surprise.
Her name is Lil.
She's my mother's sister's girl.
Federal?
Good luck, Chet.
Sam, you stick with Chet.
He's got his own MO, modus operandi.
You fellas can reach me in the Philadelphia offices.
I'm flying out today.
That really was something with the dancing girl, wasn't it?
What exactly did that mean?
I'll explain it to you.
Remember Lil was wearing a sour face.
What do you mean?
Her face had a sour look on it.
We're gonna have problems with the local authorities.
They're not gonna be receptive to the FBl.
Both eyes blinking means trouble higher up,
the eyes of the local authority.
A sheriff and a deputy would be my guess.
If you noticed, she had one hand in her pocket,
which means they were hiding something,
and the other hand made into a fist,
which means they're gonna be belligerent.
Lil was walking in place,
which means there's gonna be a lot of legwork involved.
Cole said Lil was "his mother's sister's girl."
Now, what's missing in that sentence?
STANLEY: The uncle.
Not Cole's uncle, but probably the sheriff's uncle is in federal prison.
Let me ask you something, Stanley.
Did you notice anything about the dress?
The dress was altered to fit her.
I noticed a different colored thread where the dress was taken in.
Gordon said you were good.
A tailored dress is our code for drugs.
Oh.
You notice what was pinned to it?
A blue rose?
Good.
But I can't tell you about that.
You can't?
No, I can't.
Good afternoon. Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Special Agent Chet Desmond.
I'd like to see Sheriff Cable, please.
[CLIFF SNICKERS]
Why don't you have a seat over there with your partner?
Go ahead, make yourself at home.
Because it's gonna be a while.
[SECRETARY LAUGHING]
[BOTH LAUGHING]
[SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]
Why don't you have some coffee? Go ahead.
It was fresh about two days ago.
[SECRETARY LAUGHING]
All right, I've had enough of the waiting room now.
CLIFF: Oh, is that so?
[GROANING]
[SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]
[CLIFF GRUNTS]
[CLIFF YELLING]
DESMOND: You can start that fresh pot of coffee right now.
CABLE: How did you get in here? DESMOND: Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Special Agent Chet Desmond.
I'm here to investigate the murder of Teresa Banks.
Well, little fella,
we don't need any outside help around here.
I don't like you people sniffing around my neck of the woods.
In fact, when the state boys called me about a J. Edgar coming up here,
I think I said:
"So what?"
It's all right, deputy.
Sheriff Cable can handle it from here.
Cliff.
Your behavior is not funny,
and it's wasting the time of the federal government.
You're lucky I'm not wasting you.
Well, little fella, let me put it this way.
The operative word here would be"federal."
I am now ordering you to release all pertinent information
concerning Teresa Banks, both while living and deceased.
A basic kill.
Banks was a drifter and nobody knew her.
Where's the body?
It's out back in our morgue.
It's 4:30. We close at 5.
We have our own clock. We'll lock up.
You know Agent Desmond…
I figure this whole office, furniture included, is worth $27,000.
Sheriff Truman, this is Lucy.
I'm on the intercom looking for you.
Are you downstairs with Andy in the interrogation room?
- Yes, Lucy. - Oh.
Mrs. Packard called, and she said she heard
what she thinks could be a prowler outside her house.
Okay, Lucy. I better get on up there.
Andy, you stay down here and monitor the radio.
Let me know right away when you hear from Hawk.
It's probably raccoons.
Okay, Sheriff Truman.
And last week I thought of the same thing.
Raccoons remind me of my aunt who lives in Wyoming,
where they have raccoons too.
Except she couldn't get rid of hers because she fed them albacore tuna.
I don't know why she fed them albacore tuna.
Albacore tuna is very expensive.
Oh, Sheriff Truman!
Good night, Lucy.
Get some sleep now.
Andy, are you there?
Where did Andy go?
Andy.
Andy?
[SCREAMS]
Hello, Sarah. Hello, Laura.
Where's my ax?
I'm hungry!
Oh, Leland.
Dad.
Hyggelig å møte deg. Jeg heter Leland Palmer
- What? - Heh.
The Norwegians are coming next week,
and I'd like you both to learn something that I just learned in Norwegian.
I'd like you both to learn to say:
"Hello. How are you? My name is Leland Palmer."
But my name isn't Leland Palmer.
Neither is mine. Can't we talk about something serious for a change?
This is serious, my dear.
Mr. Benjamin Horne is expecting
a delegation of Norwegians in town next week,
and I'd like you both to be able to introduce yourself.
Now, Sarah, you first.
Ready?
Hyggelig å møte deg.
What?
Higlig…
å møte deg.
oh mota dem.
Jeg heter…
Jeg heter?
- Leland Palmer. - Sarah. Sarah Palmer.
Okay, honey, now… That's very good. We'll practice some more.
You try it, okay?
Hyggelig å møte deg.
Higgley oh mota dem.
Jeg heter…
Ya hater…
…Laura Palmer.
Okay. All together now.
Hold hands.
A little bow. A little formal bow.
Hyggelig å møte deg.
Jeg heter…
-Leland Palmer. -Laura Palmer.
-Sarah Palmer.
Hyggelig å møte deg.
That's my girls. That's my girls.
- Friend of Leo's, right? - Yeah.
Power and the glory.
Hey, wait. Uh, I thought Leo said this was my party.
If you can fuck and drive, the party starts right now.
You shift that one.
This one's mine.
DESMOND: Teresa Banks.
Teresa Banks lived at the Fat Trout Trailer Park for a month.
We'll check that.
Yeah.
Worked as a waitress at Hap's Diner.
Worked the night shift.
Good place for dinner when we're through here, Sam.
Yes.
No one came to claim the body.
No known next of kin.
STANLEY: Crushed skull.
Probable cause: repeated blows to the back of the head
by a blunt, obtuse-angled object.
I wonder where her ring is.
Personal effects include a watch, undergarment,
pink waitress uniform.
The ring's missing.
There seems to be an interesting contusion
under the ring finger of the left hand.
Accidental?
Agent Desmond,
could you hold the finger for me, please?
There's something in there.
DESMOND: What is it?
STANLEY: It's a piece of white paper
with the letter"T" imprinted on it. Come here, take a look.
Geez Agent Desmond, it's 3:30.
Where are we going to sleep?
We're not.
You and I are gonna get something to eat.
Yes.
I didn’t realize so many hours had passed. Did you Agent Desmond?
You have your own MO, don’t you Agent Desmond?
JACK: Had the FBI here once before,
back in the '50s when Hap was running the place.
- Where's Hap? - He's dead. Good and dead.
Sorry to hear that.
Ah, he didn't suffer.
I'd like to ask you some questions about Teresa Banks.
Sheriff Cable already asked me a few questions about Teresa Banks.
She worked nights for a month. That's it.
Any friends?
No.
Did you ever see her with someone else?
No.
Did she ever mention any friends?
No. Ask Irene about that.
Now, Irene is her name, and it is night.
Don't take it any further than that.
There's nothing good about it.
Thank you, Jack.
How's it going with that goddamn lamp?
Federal Bureau of Investigation, Special Agent Chet Desmond.
I'd like to ask you a few questions about Teresa Banks.
Jack said you knew her.
How well?
She only worked here a month.
Nice girl.
Never seemed to get here on time, though.
You ask me, she had a little problem with:
[SNIFFS]
Did you ever see Teresa Banks take cocaine?
No.
Do you ever take cocaine, Irene?
No, I do not.
I never took cocaine or any other drug.
I don't take drugs.
Nicotine's a drug.
Caffeine's a drug.
Who's the toe-head?
Those drugs are legal.
He's with me.
Is there anything you'd like to tell us about Teresa that might help us out?
I've been thinking about that.
If you ask me,
her death was what you'd call
a freak accident.
Thanks.
Are you talking about that little girl that got murdered?
You got something to tell us?
I know shit from Shinola.
[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]
Geez Agent Desmond, do you think we should question him?
What time is it, Stanley?
[GASPING]
It's late, Sam.
It's late, man. Hey, take… I'm sorry.
It's early. It's really early.
You know, I never told anybody this,
but once for about three days,
just before her time,
Teresa's arm went completely dead.
What do you mean?
Her left arm.
It was numb.
She said she couldn't use it.
Probably those drugs she was taking.
I just thought I ought to tell you.
Thanks.
Are you talking about that little girl that got murdered?
I doubt it was a drug problem.
It was probably a nerve problem.
I could recheck the arm for injuries,
but I'd have to take the body back to Portland to do some real nerve work.
I think that's a good idea, Sam.
Irene?
We'd like to order some food, please.
You wanna hear about our specials?
We don't have any.
This is not the 2-by-4 I ordered.
It's too small.
I want a 2-by-4.
None of the pieces are 2-by-4.
It's all very simple.
You see, Mr. Mibbler, the wood comes in over here and it goes out over there.
Now, when it's over here, it's exactly 2-by-4,
but when it comes out over there,
it's exactly 1 and 9/16ths by 3 and 9/16ths.
It's that way all over our land.
You admit it then.
Well, you know, a 2-by-4 hasn't been a 2-by-4
since the invention of the plane cut and the planer.
We're not trying to cheat you.
Well, none of this would've happened if you'd have said "untrimmed."
Untrimmed.
Do we have any of those?
Well, birchwood and clear wood,
they're exactly 2-by-4 for exporting.
But even they can shrink. Green wood shrinks.
Pete, it's all so complicated.
I mean, we could end up in the courthouse illegally or something.
International.
I wanted 2-by-4.
Ah.
Mr. Mibbler, look,
down at your bank,
is a dollar still worth what it used to be?
Oh.
I see what you mean.
Understand?
Oh, I'm so sorry.
Mom?
[GROOVY JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO]
[TIRES SCREECH]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
HAROLD: Mm-hm.
Laura.
My secret diary, there are pages missing.
Well, who would do that?
Bob.
But Bob is not real.
There are pages torn out. That is real, Harold.
Okay, okay, well, maybe, maybe. Okay.
Bob is real.
He's been having me since I was 12.
And the diary was hidden too well.
There is no other person who could've known where it was.
He comes in through my window at night.
He's real.
He's getting to know me now.
He speaks to me.
What does Bob say?
He says he wants to be me or he'll kill me.
- No. No. - Yes.
Yes.
What? What? Please, what?
Fire walk
with me.
Me.
[CRYING]
Oh, the trees.
The trees.
You have to hide the diary, Harold.
You made me write it all down.
He doesn't know about you.
You'll be safe.
I'm sorry.
[CRYING]
[SOBS]
Laura.
What?
I don't know when I can come back.
Maybe never.
Laura.
MAN: What?
What is it?
- What? BOTH: Nine.
MAN: Can't you read?
It's really late. Or really early.
MAN: Damn, this better be important.
DESMOND: Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Special Agent Chet Desmond, Agent Sam Stanley.
Sorry to disturb you, but we need to see Teresa Banks' trailer, please.
Oh, shit.
That goddamn trailer is more popular than Uncle's Day in a whorehouse.
You see what I mean?
It just means more shit I gotta do now.
Damn it.
Everything's exactly like she left it.
I haven't touched a goddamn thing.
God.
Take a look at this.
STANLEY: She's got the ring on.
I'm gonna make myself a cup of good morning America.
Y'all want some?
Here you go, boys.
- Hey, thanks. CARL: Good morning America.
Thank you.
[COUGHING]
Ahem. You weren't kidding, man.
This stuff's got the sting of the 48-hour blend.
That's right. It's the best goddamn coffee you're gonna get anywhere, buddy.
We sure do need a good wake-me-up, don't we, Agent Desmond?
We need a wake-me-up, don't we, Agent Desmond?
- Yeah, we do, Sam. Ahem. CARL: Ha-ha-ha.
STANLEY: Mm.
Did you know Teresa Banks?
[SHUDDERING]
You see, I've already gone places.
I…
I ju…
I just wanna stay where I am.
What the hell is that thing doing out there?
You're not taking that body anywhere.
We're taking the body back to Portland.
There's not a thing you can do about it.
Teresa Banks had a ring.
Any idea what happened to it?
We got a phone here. That's got a little ring.
[CLIFF SNICKERING]
Try that, you little monkey.
I think I'll just take this badge off, J. Edgar, if you don't mind.
The only way you're gonna get that body out of here
is over mine.
I think I'll take off my badge as well.
This one's coming from J. Edgar.
Who's next?
That was very proficient, Agent Desmond.
Take the van back to Portland, Stanley.
I'm gonna take one more look at the trailer park.
Agent Desmond,
one thing has been troubling me: the blue rose.
You're going back to the trailer park for the blue rose.
That's Deputy Cliff's trailer right there, by that red truck.
- That's his truck too. DESMOND: Right.
Now, Teresa Bank's trailer's over here.
Right where we left it.
WOMAN: Where's my goddamn hot water?
Do you see what I mean?
Ahem. I'll be in my trailer, if you need me.
WOMAN: Hot water, Carl. CARL: I wanna get you some Valium.
Lately, I've been filled with the knowledge
that the killer will strike again.
But because it is just a feeling, I am powerless to stop it.
One more thing, Albert.
When the next murder happens,
you will help me solve it.
Let's test it for the record.
Will the next victim be a man or a woman?
A woman.
All right.
What color hair will she have?
Blond.
Tell me some other things about her.
She's in high school.
She is sexually active.
She's using drugs.
She's crying out for help.
Well, damn, that really narrows it down.
You're talking about half the high school girls in America.
What's she doing right now?
She's preparing a great abundance of food.
SHELLY: Here you go. Thank you.
NORMA: Heidi has a bloody nose. SHELLY: Bloody nose?
NORMA: Do you think you could give Laura a hand with the Meals on Wheels?
Um, I’m really busy Norma…
You're not that busy.
I changed my mind. I don't want any coffee, Eddie.
Nadine!
Sorry, Norma.
[SOBBING]
Aw babe, I’m so sorry about what happened.
Let’s get together later if we can.
I’ll call you.
[SOBBING]
This would look nice on your wall.
BOY [WHISPERING]:
LAURA: Shelly? - Yeah?
LAURA: Um… I can't do the Meals on Wheels today.
I just… I just can't.
What?
[FAN SPINNING MENACINGLY]
[SCREAMING]
[YELLING]
[CRYING]
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
No. No. No. No, no, no. No.
[CAR DOOR CLOSES THEN ENGINE STARTS]
LAURA: No. No. No.
No, not him.
No. No, it's not him. It's not…
It's not… No, it's not him. No.