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Nice.
Oh, almost.
Go get it.
Throw it in.
Nice.
It's okay. I got it.
There's someone there.
Go tell Mom.
What?
Where?
What?
Damn it! I don't have a fucking car!
Oh!
Hey, Becky.
Mom, I need your car. It's Steven!
Honey, what's wrong?
It's Steven! Please, I need your car!
Please, hurry!
Okay? Hurry!
I'm coming right over.
I'm sorry, Norma. I have to go.
Becky!
Becky! Becky, what's going on?
- I hate him. - Becky!
- I hate him. - What happened?
- I hate him. - Becky.
Becky.
Becky!
Open! Becky, don't!
Becky, stop!
Becky!
Becky! Becky, no!
Becky, stop!
Shelly!
What the hell?
Are you okay, sweetheart?
Can you give me a ride to the Double R, Carl?
Mm.
What the hell happened?
Becky and Steven are fighting again.
Oh, God.
Can't we go any faster, Carl?
I want to get us there in one piece, Shelly.
Oh, Carl.
I know there's been trouble in that trailer.
We've all heard it.
And I feel for you and your girl, okay, Shelly?
Thank you.
Shelly.
Norma, Becky took off. I don't know where she went.
What should I do?
Why didn't you just call Bobby?
Shell?
Shelly!
Maggie? Maggie!
This is Carl.
Uh, 10-17, copy that.
Hello, Carl.
Maggie, I got Shelly Briggs
here in the truck with me.
Could you patch us through to Deputy Briggs?
Hold on, please. I'll put you through.
Shelly.
Thanks, Norma, I'll call you back.
Shelly.
- This is Briggs. - Deputy Briggs.
Bobby, it's Shelly.
Becky took off with the car.
Whose car?
My car.
I don't know where she went.
Bobby, she's got a gun.
Oh, God.
Steven!
Steven, I know you're in there!
Fucking coward!
God.
Damn you, Steven!
They've left.
They left. They just left.
There's nobody in there!
Fuck you, Steven!
Sheriff's Department.
What's your location, please, ma'am?
Sixteen-oh-one Timberlake Drive?
Someone's on the way.
Sheriff's Department. What's your location?
Someone's on the way.
Sheriff's Department. What's your location?
Someone's on the way.
Sheriff's Department.
What's your location, please?
Someone's on the way.
Six twenty-five, 10-17.
Copy that.
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This is the place?
- Tammy? - Yep?
You go work with Hastings.
Find out exactly where he went.
This is as far as I go.
William?
Is this where you saw Major Briggs?
It is.
How did you get inside?
The hole in the fence over there.
How far in there did you go?
About 15 or 20 feet.
What happened after that?
I don't remember what happened.
Gordon.
I see it.
Okay.
This is the place.
He went in through the fence here
about 15 or 20 feet.
He can't remember what happened after that.
Think there's one in there, Albert?
We'll soon find out.
You cover us, Tammy.
Got it.
Well, I guess we found out.
We sure did, Albert.
Gordon.
Ruth Davenport, I presume.
Looks like coordinates are written on her arm.
You got a picture of it?
Yeah.
Oh!
Oh, my God!
Fuck!
Oh, my God!
Listen, I need all available backup
at 2240 Sycamore,
2240 Sycamore.
There's no backup for this.
What the hell happened, Macklay?
He's dead.
What do you want to do, Becky?
I hate him. I want out.
You want a divorce?
I don't know. I love him.
You're gonna have to pay for the door
and the damage to the apartment.
I'm not paying for her apartment.
- Becky. - I'm not going to do it.
I don't have any money, anyway!
Honey,
if I didn't work for the sheriff,
you'd be in jail right now.
I'll loan you the money.
Ugh, no.
I can't take any more money from you, Mom.
And he spent everything you ever gave me, anyway.
I'll loan you the money.
But you gotta pay me back.
And you gotta make this right.
And we have to get you out of that trailer
and away from him.
He's just going through a bad time right now.
Becky,
the only reason I haven't busted him
is, I was hoping he would come around
for you.
I don't think that's gonna happen.
But it-it's gonna happen. I know it will.
He's good inside.
He goes out every day looking for work.
At least I thought he did.
Carl said things aren't right in that trailer.
Has he ever hit you?
Uh...
n-no, no.
He's not...
like that.
Come on.
I hope you're right.
From now on, if he ever touches you
or breaks the law in any way,
I'm gonna bring him down.
Look...
Becky,
we know that you're a grown, married woman.
But we're your parents.
And we love you.
And...
we just... We don't want to lose you.
Oh, w-when you flew off the windshield,
are you okay? I'm sorry, Mom.
- I'm okay. - I didn't mean to do that.
- I really didn't. - I'm okay. I'm okay.
And I'm sorry.
You're staying with me tonight, okay?
See you later?
Same place?
Everybody down! Get down!
Toad, turn off the lights.
What is this?
Oh, my God, Russ!
Russ, what the hell?
Russ! Oh, my God!
Ralph... he's got a gun, Russ!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Russ!
Did you put a gun in this car?
Damn you! What were you thinking?
It was in the front seat in a box.
I didn't know it was a gun!
He could have killed himself!
He could have killed all of us!
It was by my feet, Russ.
I moved it to get it out of the way.
Do you think I would have put it
in the backseat of the car with Ralph
if I knew it was a gun?
Are you a fucking moron?
What is wrong with you?
- Ma'am. - Yes?
I'm with the Twin Peaks Sheriff's Department,
Deputy Briggs.
Please hand me that gun.
Okay.
Here.
Now, I'm gonna need identification
from both of you, please.
I was at Big Ed's Gas Farm.
And you know what?
I heard shots.
That kid found a gun, evidently,
in the back of this van
and shot through the window into the Double R.
These are his parents, I think.
I need IDs on both of them.
Ma'am, please!
I'm gonna try and stop this woman from honking her horn
- and get this traffic moving. - I got it, Bobby.
Please, ma'am. Ma'am, please.
Please, ma'am...
What are you doing?
We're trying to get home!
We're already late.
We're late for dinner. It's way past 6:30.
Why is this happening?
I saw that gun go shooting out the window.
Her uncle is joining us.
She hasn't seen him
in a very long while.
We're late!
We've got miles to go!
Please, we have to get home!
She's sick!
Aah! Aah!
Oh, God!
Aah! Aah! Aah!
Oh! Oh.
Oh! Oh!
Aah! Aah!
Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!
Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!
Aah! Aah!
Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!
Aah! Aah!
By my reckoning, this is where we're headed.
But there's no road. The road's gone.
The information that Major Briggs gave
got me thinking.
You'll understand a lot more
when I explain my map.
This map is very old,
but it is always current.
It's-it's a living thing.
This is where Major Briggs' station was.
This is Blue Pine Mountain
and a-a very revered sacred site.
I think that the information that the major gave us
is gonna take us here.
Looks like a campfire. What is this?
It's not a campfire. It's-it's a-a fire symbol.
What's that mean?
It's a...
a type of fire.
More like...
like modern-day electricity.
Good?
Depends, depends upon the intention,
the intention behind the fire.
The major also gave us a date,
day after tomorrow.
If you read these stars,
you find that same date,
and it refers you to here.
What is this?
It's corn. It's fertility.
But it's-it's black,
diseased or unnatural.
Death.
If you put these two symbols together,
you get this.
Black fire.
Correct.
We saw this on that little slip of paper
we took out of Major Briggs' tube.
What is this?
Frank...
you don't ever want to know about that.
Really?
Really.
I don't know why I'm even thinking about furniture.
Andy and I hardly ever get home.
What's up, Lucy?
Margaret Lanterman for you on line two, Hawk.
That's the one that's blinking when I hang up.
Hello, Margaret.
Hawk?
Can you hear me?
Yes, Margaret.
Hawk, can you hear me?
Yes, Margaret.
You found something, didn't you?
It's just like you said.
I'm sorry, I-I should have let you know.
What did you find, Hawk?
Margaret, I can't tell you that.
My log is afraid of fire.
There's fire where you are going.
Hawk,
there's fire where you are going.
Okay, Margaret.
Good night, Hawk.
Good night.
And thank you, Margaret.
What is it, Jesse?
Sheriff Truman,
are you interested in seeing my new car?
- It's a two-thousand... - Jesse.
I'm in a meeting.
Can I look at your new car tomorrow?
Okay.
Thank you, Sh-Sheriff Truman.
Cat on a hot tin roof.
It's never done that before.
We're supposed to get some coffee,
but I don't think that's a good idea.
Coffee?
I would like some coffee.
Maybe some warm milk.
For the cat.
On the roof?
Yes.
The picture you took of Ruth.
I would like to see it, Albert.
Can I smoke in here?
Smoke?
Ask Macklay when he gets back.
But smoking's bad for you.
I know.
"Fuck you, Albert."
That's right.
Fuck you, Albert.
What place do those coordinates represent?
Well, the last few digits are smudged,
but the numbers indicate a small town in the north...
Ah.
The policeman's dream.
Thank you, Detective Macklay.
You're welcome.
Hey, can I smoke in here?
No, there's no smoking allowed.
Detective Macklay,
you know how good a cigarette would taste with this coffee?
Smoke 'em if you got 'em.
Thank you.
So...
no suspects were found in the area.
It's a positive ID on Ruth Davenport.
I don't suppose you found Major Briggs' head anywhere.
We looked.
There's no trace.
Nobody heard anything. No shots.
A bullet didn't do that to Hastings.
Yeah, they're still cleaning the vehicle.
We saw somebody, Albert and I,
out back, out back where we found Ruth Davenport's body.
What'd he look like?
He looked like a homeless man, uh...
old clothes, beard, wool cap.
I think I saw somebody like that
getting out of the police car.
Uh, I-I could be mistaken.
Well, I was in the car.
I-I didn't see anybody.
I didn't see anyone either.
Well, I-I said I wasn't sure.
Now I remember.
I saw them...
in a room.
I saw the bearded men,
the same type Albert and I saw.
Dirty, bearded men in a room.
Dougie, come into my office, please.
Mr. Mullins, Phil Bisby here.
I got your coffee and we'll be right in.
Good.
All right, Mr. Mullins, here's your coffee, sir.
- Thank you, Phil. - You're welcome.
Sit down, Dougie.
Just close the door behind you
when you go, Phil.
Yes, sir.
Dougie,
now that I've had time to think about this,
it's clear that your investigative work
has exposed a ring of organized crime
and possible police corruption
flowing through this office.
The recent two attempts on your life,
the blowing up your car, the man trying to shoot you,
absolutely confirm this.
Also, thanks to you, we now know that
the Mitchum brothers' case was not arson
but a legitimate claim for an accidental fire,
which indicates to me that the Mitchum brothers,
although alleged gangsters,
are not part of this conspiracy,
which suggests that the shots are being called
by somebody else.
Somebody else.
I think you're right, Dougie.
And this is interesting.
The Mitchums just called me,
wanting to have a personal sit-down with you.
Now, normally,
I wouldn't put one of my agents
into the ring with guys like this,
but since you uncovered
and righted the wrong on their behalf,
they are gonna be ecstatic
when you deliver to them
this 30-million-dollar check.
I know what you're thinking.
You're thinking, "A 30-million-dollar payout
for a firm our size, that has to be catastrophic," right?
Catastrophic, right.
But Battling Bud
always punched above his weight class.
I took out a secondary policy
to cover our play on this one,
which, because it was truly was an accident,
will cover our potential loss and then some.
Bushnell double down.
Nobody keeps Battling Bud on the ropes for long.
They want to see you at 5:30.
They're sending a car.
He's just coming out of the bathroom now.
All right...
Rodney.
I had a dream.
Did ya?
Had it all fuckin' night.
I dreamt about killing that Douglas Jones fuck.
I just hate him so bad.
I can't wait to kill this guy.
Can you last three more hours?
Barely.
I can't eat this.
Dougie, it's 5:30. Where are you going?
You've got the check, don't you?
Yeah, you're all set.
Where you taking him?
Santino's.
Oh, you're gonna like that.
I'm in your corner, champ.
Knock 'em dead.
Dead.
Red door.
Yeah.
What is with you, Bradley?
Be happy.
We're about to rid ourselves of an asshole
who has majorly, majorly fucked us over.
Well, he nailed Ike the Spike for us.
He didn't do that for us.
Plus, he lost our 30 million, and then
he takes our casino for 472 grand.
Yeah, yeah, you're right. I know. You're right.
You're damn right I'm right.
I know.
What?
My dream.
Ah, the dream again.
In the dream...
In the dream,
your Candie cut was completely healed.
What?
The cut Candie gave you.
How can that be?
- Come here. - No, no, stop.
- Bradley, stop it. - Come here. Hold still.
- What are you doing? - Easy.
Stop it. It's gonna...
I'll be damned.
How...
Yeah.
There's more.
But I can't remember.
See ya later, Al.
No, wait, wait.
Hold on a minute.
What?
- What? - Come here.
Come around here.
You see that box that he's holding there?
Yeah?
That was in my dream.
- Ah, fuck. - No.
Listen to me. Listen to me.
There's something in that box.
And if that something is what I saw in my dream,
we can't kill him.
What the fuck are you talking...
No, I'm not kidding, Rodney.
If he's got this one certain thing
that's in that box,
it means we can't kill him.
Why?
It means he's not our enemy, Rodney.
How the fuck can you know that?
I-I'm just telling you what was in the dream.
But it's gotta be this one certain thing.
What?
Rodney, it's a million-in-one shot,
but if it's in there, you got...
You gotta promise me.
Listen to me.
We gotta be together on this.
Okay.
We won't kill him.
Okay, enough. What is it?
All right.
Okay. What the fuck?
In the box there,
is that a cherry pie?
Cherry pie.
Cherry pie!
Frisk him just in case.
Doesn't even have a wallet.
It's addressed to us.
Open it.
Oh, my God!
Holy...
I love this guy!
Dougie?
Dougie Jones.
- What a pleasure to meet you. - Nice to meet you.
You mean to say your kid doesn't have one?
No gym set?
No gym set.
Jeez.
Even our fucking orphanage had a gym set.
Every kid should have a gym set.
There you go, brother.
Yeah.
A toast.
Oh...
Dougie.
Here's to you, Dougie.
Mmm.
Mr. Jackpots!
Oh.
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?
I hope you realize what a special person
you having dining with you.
He saved my life.
Sure saved us a lot too.
Thank you.
Thank you, Mr. Jackpots.
I'm so thankful I got
a chance to say thank you again.
Thank you again.
- Ah. - Ah.
Here it is.
- Ah. - Ah.
Finally.
And here are the girls.
Candie.
Candie?
Candie, look at me.
Where have you been?
Candie.
There was so much traffic on the Strip.
It was incredible.
There were cars everywhere.
Mmm.
This pie is so damn good.
Damn good.
A toast.
Dougie.
Here's to the pie that saved your life, Dougie.
And our money.
Mm-hmm.
Candie.
Another piece of pie for our friend.
Friend.
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