3.6 Beyond Black and White
There's a one-armed man with a beard peeking out of the linen closet, in this hallway of the Great Northern hotel. He slinks out, and for a moment, you can see a sheriff's deputy folded up on on a stack of linen behind him.
His name is Phillip Michael Gerard; he, like Dale Cooper and Leland Palmer before him, is infested with a spirit.
The spirit's name is Mike.
Mike says he saw the face of God and repented of his evil, cutting off his arm, tatooed with an evil chant. If this is true or not, only Bob and Mike and a certain midget can say, but it's a known fact that Bob often tried to cheat Mike out of his legitimately earned garmonbozia. Pain and suffering; the food the spirits.
Mike's got a gun.
He creeps towards room 315; the room Dale Cooper('s body) just entered.
I am coming for you, Bob, he thinks.
That's not Bob, he thinks. And he runs away, like hell is on his heels. Which is more or less the case.
Hawk sips his coffee, in Glastonbury Grove. It must be three in the morning, and it's hard not to doze, even with the weight of the high-powered flashlight in his groin. A little while ago, the owls went crazy, and Hawk was afraid he might be in trouble, but they didn't attack. Just... freaked out.
Now, nothing. And then---something.
Someone is running through the woods, crashing through the underbrush. He springs up and hurries towards the noise. Leaves the frame.
Red curtains fade into view, and someone wanders out. Someone slightly rotund and grizzled. His face was once rather cheerful; now it's slack. Drooling and blank. Welcome back, Windom Earle.
The curtains vanish, and Windom Earle staggers out of the circle and wobbles vaguely towards Canada.
His name is Phillip Michael Gerard; he, like Dale Cooper and Leland Palmer before him, is infested with a spirit.
The spirit's name is Mike.
Mike says he saw the face of God and repented of his evil, cutting off his arm, tatooed with an evil chant. If this is true or not, only Bob and Mike and a certain midget can say, but it's a known fact that Bob often tried to cheat Mike out of his legitimately earned garmonbozia. Pain and suffering; the food the spirits.
Mike's got a gun.
He creeps towards room 315; the room Dale Cooper('s body) just entered.
I am coming for you, Bob, he thinks.
That's not Bob, he thinks. And he runs away, like hell is on his heels. Which is more or less the case.
Hawk sips his coffee, in Glastonbury Grove. It must be three in the morning, and it's hard not to doze, even with the weight of the high-powered flashlight in his groin. A little while ago, the owls went crazy, and Hawk was afraid he might be in trouble, but they didn't attack. Just... freaked out.
Now, nothing. And then---something.
Someone is running through the woods, crashing through the underbrush. He springs up and hurries towards the noise. Leaves the frame.
Red curtains fade into view, and someone wanders out. Someone slightly rotund and grizzled. His face was once rather cheerful; now it's slack. Drooling and blank. Welcome back, Windom Earle.
The curtains vanish, and Windom Earle staggers out of the circle and wobbles vaguely towards Canada.