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TWIN PEAKS #23

(Episode 2.016)

Tricia Brock

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FIRST DRAFT DATE: December 5, 1990

SECOND DRAFT: December 11, 1990

General Distribution: December 13, 1990

Revised: December 19, 1990 - Blue

Revised: January 2, 1991 - Pink

Revised: January 2, 1991 - Green

Revised: January 3, 1991 - Yellow

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#2.016 1.

ACT ONE

1. INT. SHERIFF TRUMAN'S OFFICE - MORNING

CLOSE ON the DEATH MASK laying on the desk. Next to it, the TAPE PLAYER is

broadcasting the VOICE of Windom Earle. PULL BACK to reveal COOPER sitting

opposite TRUMAN - both listening.

EARLE'S VOICE

Now, Dale. Listen carefully. It's your move. And please, put your heart

into it, will you? I've noticed a certain tentative quality in your thinking, as

if your mind were occupied with issues other than those on the board

before you. Such preoccupation not only weakens one's resolve, but one's

foresight as well. A deadly failing in any match, you must agree. But in

this particular contest, quite disasterous, as we play for grave stakes, the

likes of which you have no doubt surmised.

(stern and cold)

Print your move in tomorrow's paper. Or I will make it for you.

TRUMAN (the tape runs out)

Cooper, I'm not letting you out of my sight.

COOPER

If Windom wanted to kill me, I'd already be dead. Get

Pete on the phone.

TRUMAN (into intercom)

Lucy, call Pete Martel, tell him to get over here, then call

the paper, find out the latest possible deadline for

tomorrow's personal column.

Truman turns off the intercom looking up at Cooper. But Cooper's staring at the mask...

TRUMAN

She was beautiful.

COOPER

(a beat, memory consumes)

She was the love of my life.

CUT TO:

2. INT. BLUE PINE LODGE - MORNING

ANDREW PACKARD and CATHERINE MARTELL sit at the kitchen table, sipping

coffee. In the background, Pete's in the kitchen on the phone.

PETE

(into phone)

Okay, Lucy, tell Harry I'm on my way.

He hangs up, and picks UP TWO PLATES of food, eagerly scurries in from the kitchen,

serving Catherine her breakfast first, then Andrew, who looks down and bursts out laughing.

(CONTINUED)

#2.016

2. CONTINUED:

On his plate are scrambled eggs with a smiley face made out of crumbled bacon. Toast

points make the ears.

CATHERINE

(irritated)

Pete, salt and pepper?

PETE

Nobody knows, the trouble I've seen...

Eyes twinkling, slave to Catherine's every whim, Pete softly sings. Andrew laughs all over

again.

CATHERINE

Please, God help me, please , confine your singing to the

shower. Salt and pepper...?

PETE

Okay, Poodle, comin' right up.

Pete goes into the kitchen, still laughing.

CATHERINE

You two bring out the worst in each other.

ANDREW

Pete's a prince of a man.

CATHERINE

A court jester, more likely.

Pete returns with the salt and pepper shakers, wearing his hat and coat.

PETE

I gotta mosey.

He and Andrew try to slap the other on the head, each ducking out of the way - their age-proof

goodbye, then Pete, in a burst of familial enthusiasm, kisses Catherine on the cheek.

PETE

Goodbye, sweet Packards!

He leaves. Catherine looks at Andrew, unable to hide her distaste.

ANDREW

Catherine, Catherine... I'd always halfway hoped that age

and time would mellow the tempest raging inside you.

(CONTINUED)

#2.016 3.

2. CONTINUED:(2)

CATHERINE

(pushes her breakfast away, takes a lemon out of

the fruit bowl, slices it)

Watching you two act like the Hardy Boys always brings

on stormy weather. What's happening with Ghostwood?

ANDREW

I spoke with our investors, the meeting's set. I fly to Paris

tomorrow.

CATHERINE

Andrew... I've been thinking... about a shopping mall.

ANDREW

Near the industrial park?

CATHERINE (with relish)

No, right next to the Great Northern. Adjacent to the

new hotel I want to build.

ANDREW

I'm sure Ben will... appreciate the competition.

CATHERINE

(she bites into the lemon)

I think it's the least I can do, don't you?

(pausing to peer out window)

Oh, good. Company.

The back door opens and JOSIE walks in carrying a bundle of kindling. She stops cold,

staring at Andrew - it can't be. She drops the wood, and moves closer, eyes wide with horror.

ANDREW

Dear Josie. I'm home. Did you miss me?

Josie PASSES OUT cold. Neither Andrew or Catherine move. Pause.

ANDREW

She seems surprised.

CATHERINE

Poor thing. Couldn't even pull off a simple murder.

ANDREW

She has her charms, though.

CATHERINE

True. But not for long.

CUT TO:

#2.016 4.

3. INT. SHERIFF'S TRUMAN'S OFFICE - DAY

Harry looks down at a SEATTLE NEWSPAPER featuring JONATHAN'S PHOTO and

the HEADLINE: "NO CLUES TO KILLER." Truman loathes his own suspicions. There's a

KNOCK on the door. HAWK opens the door wide, making enough room for himself and

HANK, who hobbles in, handcuffed to his crutches. Truman tenses, in no mood for this.

HANK

(friendly)

Hello, Harry.

Hank makes a mock attempt to shake hands - making a point. Truman gives him a long look.

TRUMAN

Save it, Hank.

HANK

Jeez, did you get up on the wrong side of the bed this

morning? I broke parole! Cry me a river.

TRUMAN

You crossed the border into Canada, we have photographs

of you consorting with felons at Dead Dog Farm and I'm

charging you with the attempted murder of Leo Johnson.

HANK

Ouch. Okay. Well. I think it's safe to assume that I was

at the diner the night Leo was plugged, but you're

welcome to -

TRUMAN

I've got a witness puts you at the scene with a gun in your

hand. You are one cat that just used up his ninth life.

HANK

(pause, playing his trump card)

Harry, you obviously seem serious about this, so I'm

going to modestly propose a trade. How about

information leading to the arrest and conviction of

Andrew Packard's murderer. Hank Jennings, witness for

the prosecution.

No deals.

TRUMAN

HANK

You're going to tell me you care more about the

attempted murder of Leo Johnson, felon, than you do

about Andrew Packard? How's that gonna go over with

your constituents -

(CONTINUED)

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