Текст песни Special Agent Dale Cooper - 5:00 PM

Diane, 5 P.M. Deep in the woods near the Pearl Lakes. The Log Lady directed us to a cabin further up the ridge from hers, owned by Jacques Renault, where we found the bird, Waldo, several bloodstains, that I assume this time will be a match to Laura Palmer, a camera, used in producing the photographs found in Fleshworld Magazine, a broken poker chip from One Eyed Jacks and, finally, a ball of Finley’s Fine Twine, that should match the fibers found in her wrists.

We’ve put out an A.P.B. At this time, Jacques is still at large, as is Leo Johnson. Diane, it’s Agent Cooper here. A believer in facts.