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Pete Martell was supposed to join them out on the Pearl Lakes for some fishing; Pete got taken down by laryngitis.

So it's Cooper and Harry in the boat. Cooper sits in the bottom on a life-vest; to the observant eye, it's clear Cooper is spending more time meditating than fishing.

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Finally.

The woods are quiet. The water is--not, not in the total silence of the afternoon; its murmur against the boat is quite loud to Harry Truman's attuned ear, although it's low enough to satisfy the strictest librarian.

(The librarian in Twin Peaks is pretty strict, for the record; Harry prefers to do his reading at the Bookhouse.)

Having finished re-tying his fly, Harry adds a plunk to the soundtrack, and watches the ripples fade.

Cooper gives it -- by his estimate -- ten more minutes. Time enough (he understands) to let any fish take it that's foolish enough to do so immediately.

Ten minutes. Then he opens his eyes, and he keeps his voice low.

"Harry, I've decided to leave the Bureau."

Fidelity, Bravery, Integrity.

Harry tosses him a quick look, then trains his eyes back on the bobbing lure. "What brought that on?"

"The case in Colville is winding down. I'm growing weary of the commute. And I think Gordon's interim replacement is growing weary of my refusal to relocate to Seattle or Salt Lake."

There's beer in the cooler. It is not the only thing in the cooler. Cooper fishes himself out a cold bottle of milk.

"And you want to stick around?"

"That's my intent." Cooper is engrossed in working off the cap.

Agent Cooper has a talent; a fairly unique one. Harry Truman knows very well that it doesn't take much talent to be a lawman in Twin Peaks.

On the other hand, no one can say Coop hasn't done enough.

"Well, we're always hiring." For Cooper, anyway.

Cooper pops the cap off.

He places it on the bench, in the dead center, and looks up.

"Harry, I wouldn't be too surprised if you found a resume on your desk in the morning."

Harry doesn't catch anything worth mounting, but he has perch for dinner.

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