Agent Dale Cooper: Well then. So here I am. It would appear that, one, my room service breakfast has not yet arrived. Number two, it is clear that I have been shot at close range. If my interpretation in this reality is any indication of the actual wound, it would be wise of me to get medical help quickly.

Katherine Webb: You haven’t got the energy to think about the wound and the case, Agent Cooper. Ignore the wound. Ignore the burning pain. Ignore that fire. Walk with me.

Cooper: What is this? Where are we?

Webb: You’re in The Bengal Growl. Now, be silent. Your blood loss is already significant.

Cooper: But the room…the stripes….the mirrors…ugh, it’s a haze.

From the deep camouflage of the patterns along the curtains, shadows blur in and out of focus, teasing Cooper and building in the agent a strong sense of vertigo. He reaches for Webb’s arm but grasps only air. He peers around for his guide.

Cris Collinsworth: Man, it is great to see a real lawman just out there just working a case and sleuthing it up, you know? But that’s part of the risks you take because some of these outlaws simply aren’t going to go down without a fight.

Webb: Save the narrative. No one wants to hear from the guy who coughed it up Super Bowl XVI. Just deliver your script and keep the editorials to a minimum.

Collinsworth: Well, the important points are that you need to keep your head on a swivel out there. This killer, oh man, he’s not afraid to get his hands dirty in the proverbial sense; in the literal sense, however, not so much.

Cooper: You think it couldn’t be —

Webb: Continue to walk with me.

Chad Ochocinco: thginot caM ti ekam no emoC.

Cooper: I don’t quite…I can’t concentrate. So lightheaded.

Carson Palmer: It was Mike Brown! This is so obvious! I hate that fucker!

Webb: Silence! Don’t listen to him, Agent Cooper. He has been tainted since leaving Who Dey Nation. Collinsworth! Come relieve Child Palmer from here.

Collinsworth: It’s a bang-bang play, Ms Webb, just as was the case by the river bank.

Webb: Oh, now you want to share your — you know what? Just forget it.

Cooper: He makes a point though, Katherine. I wouldn’t know a means or motive but, considering Lin Sue had no relationships since moving to Cincinnati, it wouldn’t be a far stretch to assume any chance encounter with Brown may have seemed bigger than they were.

Webb: Silence, I said! Do not bother with Brown. Look to the heart of the jungle. Face the Pride. Let them show you —

Cooper: I am seriously getting low on blood here. Might I bother you to simply name the killer?

Who Dey: It was I.