THE KILLER WILL STRIKE AGAIN

DAY 1: 2nd half

Special Agent Dale Cooper sat with his superior, Albert, trying to convince him whoever killed Joseph Banks will strike again.

Albert looked at him like he was crazy, "You said, "Joseph Banks", so you think something is going on somewhere in the world right now that is connected with his murder?"

"Yes. Either right now or right when I thought of it. The name and memory of Joseph Banks is haunting me. Lately, I have been filled with a knowingness that the murderer will strike again. Because it is only a feeling, I am powerless to stop it. And another thing, Albert, when the next murder happens you will help me solve it."

Albert challenged him, "Let's test it for the record. Will the next victim be a man or a woman?"

"A man."

"What color hair will he have?"

"Dark brown."

It was too vague, "Tell me some other things about him."

"He's in high school. He's sexually active. He's on drugs. He's crying out for some help."

Angerly, Albert replaied, "You're describing half the high school boys in America! What is he doing right now?"

Cooper closed his eyes to see a mental picture, "He is preparing a great abundance of food..." Albert lets go a small laugh of disbelief and shakes his head in exasperation.

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Marco came out of the kitchen of The Dot, stacking some of his "Meals on Wheels" on the counter. Shelly was ringing someone out, handing back their change. "Shelly, would you give Marco a quick hand with the "Meals on Wheels"?" The manager said.

"I'm kind of busy."

"You're not busy, sweetheart, now go." With a little squeeze of the hand and a gentle shove, the manager moves Shelly towards Marco who was at the end of the counter. Shelly gathered up a pile of the dinners and took them out to the "Meals on Wheels" car. Shelly loaded her stuff in the back. She returned to the diner and Marco followed doing the same. As Marco placed his dinners in the back something caught his eye and he turned. Mrs. Tremond and her grandson are standing in the parking lot staring at Marco. Mrs. Tremond waved to Marco to come over. When marco came to them Mrs. Tremond held out a framed picture.

"This would look nice on your wall." She handed Marco the picture. He looked at it, puzzled. It is a picture of a room with flowered wallpaper and a dark doorway in its corner. Marco's study of it was interrupted by the grandson.

"The man behind the mask is looking for a book with pages torn out. He's walking towards the hiding place. He's moving under the fan now."

Shelly came out of the Diner with another load of meals. Marco turned back to her and then back to the Tremonds, who are walking away from him and are farther away than they realistically would be. Marco went to Shelly in a panic. "Shelly, I can't do the "Meals on Wheels" today. I just can't!"

"Okay." Marco ran off. Shelly put her load into the car as she watched Marco.

Marco slowly crossed his front yard and entered the house. Marco came in the front door still holding the picture. He crossed through the dining room. Marco moved ever so slowly up the stairs - the fan still and silent above her. "he's under the fan now..." At the top of the stairs, he stopped and stared at his bedroom door. His whole body shook with fear. His hand went out in front of him. He touched his bedroom door and inched it open. The opening of the door revealed more and more of his room. Suddenly it reveals Bob standing in her room at her dresser. He looked dirty and evil, but all too familiar. He had pulled the dresser away from the wall looking for something. He is frozen. Smiling at Marco. With a scream, Marco bolted from his room.Marco raced out of the house still holding Tremond's picture. Marco ran across two yards to a large tree and fell to his knees, crying. He looks up and sees his father come out the front door of his house. He watched him cross to his car and drive away. Marco said in a frantic whisper, "What? It can't be... It can't be him... no... no..." Marco was coming apart, sobbing. "No no no no no! It's not him! it's not! It's not him! NOO!"

Marco ran down the sidewalk to Ellie's. Ellie answered the door. Marco stands there out of breath and sobbing. "Marco?"

"Ellie, are you my best friend?"

"Of course..." Marco dove toward Ellie and into a hug. "What is it Marco? What's wrong?" They move indoors. Marco never told her what happened.

Marco came in the door of his house after an hour and there was Luigi, his father, at the dining room table ready for dinner." Luigi sees him.

"Hi, honey, how's Ellie?"

"Fine."

"School?"

"...school's fine..."

"Sit down... sit down... Are you hungry?"

"Not really."

Marco plopped into his seat. His father glared at him like he sat into a bear trap."You didn't wash your hands before you sat down for dinner did you? Let me see."

"Dad..."

"Your hands are filthy... look, there is dirt way under this fingernail" Norma, Marco's mother, cigarette draped from her lips, delivered some mashed potatoes to the table. "Luigi, what are you doing?"

"Look at this finger here."

"Luigi..." She tried to reason, knowing something wasn't right.

"Marco didn't wash his hands before dinner." He noticed the half heart necklace around his neck, one he gave the other half to James. "And look at this..." He reached for it."Oh, is this from a lover?" Marco had no response. "Did you get this from your lover?"

"They don't call them 'lovers' in high school, Luigi."

"Dylan didn't give you this?"

"How would you know if Dylan didn't give him that?" Luigi paid his wife no attention.

He starts pinching Marco's cheek. Marco's face was a mixture of disbelief and utter terror. "Did Dylan give you that or is there someone new?"

Norma had enough, but what could she do? "Luigi leave him alone... he doesn't like that. Stop it."

"How do you know what he doesn't like?" He yelled.

"Oh, Luigi, sit down and eat you dinner."

"Oh, I'll sit down, but none of us are going to start eating till Marco goes and washes his hands." Luigi sat stoically.

As Marco washed his hands, he stared at his reflection. Terrified.