Cooper walks into Truman's mysteriously resurgent office and informs his partner, "She's through the worst of it. Heroin, Harry. This close to a lethal dose." He makes a "thisclose" pinch-of-sugar hand gesture and sits down across from Harry, still wearing the now-is-the-time-in-Twin-Peaks-when-we-dance (accentuated even further by the slicked back hair) black duds from last week's border-crossing reconnaissance mission at Jacks. Go change. We'll wait. I'm sure there are some more distracting opening credits to hold our attention around here somewhere. Cooper comments that it's "hard to imagine such cruelty," and Truman turns The Big Book o' Bad Guys, a ledger filled with mug shots he's been perusing, to face Cooper. He points out Jean Renault's face and reports, "I saw a tape on the TV in Blackie's office of you playing blackjack the night you and Big Ed went to the casino." A look of concern crosses Cooper's face as he admirably does justice to the stage direction, "While desperately trying to sew up loose ends of a combusting subplot" in his way-too-sudden realization, "Jean Renault was after me. He planned to kill me and use Audrey as bait." Wow. All that from a one-by-three-inch black-and-white profile shot. He IS good. He foreshadows that he went out of his jurisdiction twice in order to get her back, reaching into Truman's desk as he says it to extract a jump rope and a fake dorsal fin from a Halloween shark costume. He fits the fin around his back and has Harry turn the jump rope for him as he jumps, jumps, jumps the shark with each passing turn. He jumps higher and prouder and lighter and airier as if he'll never, ever come down as he adds to that, "Harry, this isn't the first time my actions have brought suffering to someone I care about in the name of doing what I had to do."

Oh, no.

Please reconsider gracing the world with the rest of that back-story, would you, Coop? Please? Cooper sits down and looks concerned, and Harry pours him a cup of coffee and tells him, "Y'know, you are the best lawman I have ever seen. But Coop? Sometimes you think too much." Cooper thanks him, and they clink coffee mugs, and Cooper tries to smile in an obligatory fashion that is supposed to signal his swelling inner turmoil but instead forces me to loudly ad-lib the line, "Dude, I could say 'fart' on national television right now. 'Cause ain't nobody watching, anyway."