There was a coma, or maybe two comas, and a dance.
Coordinates were wrong, or they were right.
To quote Bradley Mitchum: “It was, like, what, electricity?”
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There was no one else there, except for poor wandering Jerry and his bad binoculars.
The coordinates pointed upward, on top of a rock.
Mr. C asked Richard to investigate.
Richard did and was electrocuted, disintegrated: an appropriately bad and meaningless death for the vicious little Audreyspawn.
Their mission seemed simple: the elimination of a man who looked just like their boss.
But while they waited, strange visitors abounded.
The Vegas bureau of the FBI swung by, and poor Wilson had to stay behind watchfully.
The Mitchum Brothers arrived, with copious supplies for their ill friend.
(More on that in a moment.)
It was blocking his driveway!
When they refused, he drove his car into theirs.
The Polish Accountant shot back.
Chantal tried to book it.
“The f kind of neighborhood is this?”
said Rodney, looking on bemused from Dougie’s front porch.
“People are under a lot of stress, Bradley,” his brother noted.
Exit, Diane
Diane sat in the bar at the Mayfair Hotel.
She received the text from Mr. C. It took her breath away.
Something seemed to be activated.
She sent many numbers to him the correct coordinates, perhaps?
(We’ll research the specific numerology and explore this in the podcast tomorrow!)
She opened the door and spoke to the Blue Rose Task Force.
She told the story of the night Cooper visited her.
He’d been gone three or four years by then.
He walked into her room, no knock, no doorbell.
His lips touched hers, and something went wrong.
“He raped me,” said Diane.
“He took me somewhere like an old gas station?”
It was a horrifying memory, performed with stunning emotional rawness by Laura Dern.
The narrative twists at play were stunning was she taken to the convenience store?
and then everything changed.
Diane began to say things that made no sense “I’m at the Sheriff’s station!”
Was it a memory?
(IS SHE THE INSURANCE MAN?)
She pulled a gun out of her purse.
Albert and Tammy shot her.
And she disappeared just like the woman who whispered “Blue Rose” so many years ago.
Diane was a tulpa!
(All along?)
“Someone manufactured you,” the One-Armed Man said to Diane, in the Red Room.
“I know,” Diane said.
“F you.”
And then she burnt away, another seed-person, manufactured (maybe?)
by Mr. C.
Enter, Cooper
Dale Cooper!
The real Dale Cooper, original blend, accept no substitutes!
He was visited by friends and family.
Bushnell Mullins heard a familiar sound that strange chord we’ve heard echoing through the Great Northern, perhaps?
He walked away, leaving Dougie alone.
But he is Dougie no more!
The man awoke, and saw a vision of the One-Armed Man.
He told Dale that the “other one” didn’t go back in.
He gave him a green ring.
“Do you have the seed?”
The One Armed Man held up the gold orb that was once Dougie.
Cooper asked him to make “another one” another Dougie?
Dale had more precise requests for his human pals.
He asked for the .32 snubnose Bushnell keeps under his shoulder holster.
He asked the Mitchum Brothers to gas up the jet and get ready to fly to Spokane, Washington.
Angelo Badalamenti’s theme music struck up.
Dale thanked Bushnell Mullins for his kindness and decency.
But Dougie’s boss was confused.
What about the FBI?
Agent Dale Cooper turned to Bushnell, and to us.
“I am the FBI,” he said.
Then Dale Cooper drove off with his pals, the Mitchum Brothers, who have hearts of gold.
There were two surprising guests at the Roadhouse.
It was Audrey and Charlie really here, in the flesh, not in some weird dreamscape house!
Or was this a dream after all?
The Roadhouse was silent.
And then it wasn’t.
screamed a typically irate Roadhouse denizen.
“That’s my wife, ahole!”
A bottle was thrown; there was a scream.
Audrey ran to Charlie.
So: Is Audrey in an insane asylum, as many have speculated?
