Haven (2010–2015): Season 1, Episode 1 - Welcome to Haven - full transcript
FBI agent Audrey Parker tracks a federal prison escapee who mysteriously dies shortly after reaching his hometown of Haven, Maine.
[Knock on the door]
Agent Parker?
Oh, no.
No, no, no.
Agent Parker? Where are you?
[Knocking]
God, it's kind of early, isn't it?
Couldn't wait.
It's impressive how little
you've done with...
... so little.
Well, it's what I do with all
the vacation time that I don't get.
Hit a bunch
of outlet stores,
and furniture shop with all
the guys that I don't meet.
Never took you for uh...
teenage vampires.
Oh, well you should
see what I read on the plane.
FBI is non-fiction work.
I need you to keep it that way.
Is this about Miami?
Oh, yeah.
I'm talking about Miami.
We've been through this.
You know, being open to
possibilities is how we close cases...
Like that one.
It sends you down
blind alleys, too.
Yeah, well where I grew up,
a blind alley was even
better than reality.
- So... where are you sending me this time?
- Haven.
Maine.
Hometown of one
Jonas Lester.
He escaped a federal
lock-up nineteen hours ago.
Killed a guard doing it.
Find Lester. Bring him back.
Nothing else.
That's your reality.
You're a good
agent, Audrey.
And someday, maybe,
you'll be a great agent.
Just... focus on the job.
Put the book on the table when
you're done with it.
[Heavy breathing]
Stop!
Stop, damn it!
Stop! Stop, damn it!
Don't make me shoot you!
Aaaah!
[Radio]: This just in: Six of
Tommy Bolt's seven missing fingers
have been returned.
This is Ryan Wisely at WDLH,
the Voice of Haven.
[Radio off]
[Crash]
Okay...
Nuh-uh. No.
There's no way
I'm dying to this.
Stop.
[Creaking, screams]
[Creaking]
Alright. Um...
God!
- You need some help?
No. No,
I'm all right. Thank you.
Oh. Okay, then.
[Creaking]
Unbelievable.
Whoa!
[Crash]
[Crash]
- Shame about the car.
- Oh, it's a rental.
- Whoa! FBI! Who are you?
- Haven PD. Who are you?
- FBI. Are you deaf?
- How do I know that?
Okay, well, for starters,
I'm wearing the gun
on my belt. It's
a government-issue 9mm.
And they gave me, you know,
one of these.
Hey, keep your hands
where I can see them.
Okay, what am I going to do?
Pull out another gun?
Alright. Come on,
I showed you mine.
Okay.
So, uh... are all
your roads this bad?
- Sandstone. Likes to shift.
- Uh huh.
Can I give
you a ride somewhere?
I guess it's friendlier than
if I commandeer your vehicle.
- Probably less paperwork, too.
- Hmm.
[Door closing]
Oh! I'm sorry are... are you alright?
It's alright.
I didn't feel it.
Oh.
Tough guy, huh?
Hey, uh I don't
suppose you've seen
a guy named Jonas
Lester recently?
Just left him.
Well, keep looking all you want.
This man's pretty dead.
He tends
not to change much.
- Chief Wuornos, this is...
- Special Agent Audrey Parker.
Oh. It's the FBI. Well,
is this one of those situations
where you're here claiming to help,
but you're really just here to step on my toes?
Not in these shoes.
I came here, actually,
looking for him.
Yeah. Yeah, we got the alert
when Jonas, here, escaped.
The Bureau thought
that he might return
to his hometown.
I guess he did.
Ah!
Somebody missed something.
There's writing on it.
I can't read whatever this is,
but it's worth checking out.
I'll get it to the lab in Bangor.
Well, why don't you enlighten us?
What does the FBI Special Agent
have in the way of insight?
Well, his injuries don't
suggest a struggle.
I don't think
he was dragged here.
- You don't?
- He died last night.
But your guys are going to have
to give us the exact time. At first glance,
it looks like he fell
from up there, but his body
is way too far from the edge, you know,
unless there's a cannon up there
or something. Anyway, I'm not
sold on it being an accident.
You're over-thinking this.
The best thing Jonas Lester ever did
for this town was die.
So, as far as I'm
concerned, we're done.
He killed a federal employee,
so my investigation isn't done
until I know why he came back
here and what happened to him.
Nathan, get yourself a real
crime to investigate here.
Chief, how about I show Agent
Parker around,
- while we tie up the loose ends.
- Go ahead. Waste his time, too.
He's got nothing else
to do with it.
[Phone ringing]
- Howard.
- It's Parker.
- Lester's dead.
- How'd it happen?
Well, they're calling
it an accident,
but something
doesn't seem right.
Sounds right up your alley,
Agent Parker.
- Chief Wuornos doesn't think so.
- I trust your instincts.
I'm working with a local
detective, uh...
Wuornos.
- You call your dad the chief?
- I call my boss the chief.
He's a stubborn man.
What's his deal? Is he testing me?
Not you. Me.
Hey, no offense, but half
the reason I want to solve
- this case is just to piss him off.
- And it would.
I guess that's one advantage
of being raised by the state:
not much parental conflict.
- So... you're an orphan?
- I'm a free agent.
Tuwiuwok. Is that
Native American?
Migmaw, yeah.
It means, "Haven."
It's easier
to spell, I guess.
Huh. These must
be Lester's footprints.
It looks like they're chasing
a second set right... here.
And Lester's end...
abruptly, here.
Could be.
Uprooted trees?
Well, that... that's strange.
You guys get
tornadoes up here
this time of year?
- Maybe... one a year.
- Really?
'Cause something did
a number on these trees.
No wind last night.
I already checked.
- You did?
- Couldn't find a cannon, either.
Hmm.
Now we're talking.
Nice gun, though
Lester wasn't shot.
- I did find this.
- A hat?
I know a guy who wears
a hat like this.
So do I, but that
doesn't make it evidence.
Well, Lester stole
all my guy's money.
Well, okay.
So that makes it evidence.
Let's go talk to your guy.
[Nathan]: Welcome to Haven.
You like pancakes?
- We've got good pancakes.
- What about lobster?
- I mean, isn't Maine famous for lobster?
- I don't like lobster.
I really like pancakes.
I like the truck.
Thanks. Had it since I was nineteen.
How do you keep
a car that long?
I don't drive off cliffs.
So...
Who's this
hat belong to?
Conrad Brower,
Gulf War vet, local handyman.
Went into the service with Lester.
Conrad came
out an unemployed hero,
Lester came out a loser
with computer skills.
Did time for stealing VA benefits
from guys he was in with.
- Including Conrad.
- Yep.
- Hey, Conrad. Helping Marion again?
- Nathan.
- That's what I do.
- Found your hat
up on Tuwiuwok Bluff.
Thanks. Appreciate it.
Uh... were you out there
yesterday evening?
Maintain the perimeter.
- Please.
- What?
- Uh... Conrad has personal space issues.
- Right.
Pardon me, Mr. Brower.
Any particular time you were
planning on answering my question?
I was up there this morning.
I like to watch the boats head out.
Forgot the hat, I guess.
And you never
saw Jonas Lester?
- Not moving.
- But you did know him.
- You mean the service.
- Right.
And then when he got out,
he stole all your money.
Not just mine.
I know where you're going.
Conrad...
Yesterday, late afternoon,
evening, where were you?
Digging clams.
Out to Edgewater Bay.
'Till sunset.
Alright, you speak monosyllable.
You wanna try
to break through his perimeter while I
go inside and talk to the shop owner?
Sure.
- Where are you going?
- Mr. Brower, if you have something
that you want to tell me,
you go right on ahead.
That's weird.
Conrad? Conrad!
He's gone.
[Man yelling, squealing brakes]
[Horn blaring]
Look out!
Nathan! Watch out!
[Horn blaring]
Ugh!
[Radio chatter]
Congratulations, Nathan. Now you
get to come back with me for an MRI.
Another one.
Lucky number nine.
Yeah. Cheer up.
The tenth one's free!
He's a regular.
I'll be back in a jiff.
You seriously
can't feel pain?
It's called idiopathic
neuropathy.
You really couldn't feel it
when that car door hit your hand?
- No.
- Can you feel fire?
- No.
- Ice?
- Oddly, yes, I can feel ice.
- You can feel ice?
No. I can feel a headache
coming on, though.
Hey, so that
was strange.
I've never seen
fog like that before.
Maine gets lots
of kinds of fog.
Alright.
Get in the back.
Oh, I can drive myself.
I'm not arguing
with you, Nathan.
The back.
Go. I'll call the Bureau and then
check out Conrad's alibi.
Eleanor, you're overreacting.
[Dialing]
- Howard.
- Agent Howard, yeah.
I'm still here. I haven't found
anything. Nothing relevant,
- anyway, but I'll keep in touch.
- Okay, bye.
You must be Agent Parker.
I understand you're investigating
- Jonas Lester's death.
- And you are...?
Dave Tiggs. My brother, Vince.
Publishers, editors, and every
damn thing else in the Haven Herald.
We thought Lester'd be our
lead, but now it'll be the fog.
Yeah. That fog
was strange, right?
Well, welcome to Haven.
Keep feeling like
I've seen you before.
That didn't sound creepy at all.
Oh, Lord. It does.
- Doesn't it?
- Only because you said it, Vince.
How bout we drop by
later and you can answer a few
questions about the case?
How about I just call you?
Oh! Fierce, isn't she?
Well change
your mind, drop by.
We serve
Mai Tais at 3.
- Okay.
- I want to ride in the front this time.
No, no. I always
ride in the front.
- Well, it's my turn now.
- Agent Parker.
MRIs are overrated.
Let's go talk to Mary.
Nathan. Is everyone
alright out there?
They will be. This is Audrey
Parker with the FBI.
- Marion Caldwell.
- This is my friend, Ted Ford.
- Hello.
- Is this Santa Barbara?
Yes. Have you been there?
Twice. Once for a pedophile,
the other for a serial killer.
Marion and I are thinking of
moving there and buying a shop.
Oh! Oh.
It's beautiful.
It's beautiful,
and it's a lot safer now.
Well, we're just...
flirting with the idea.
Marion lost her mother not long ago,
and I think the change might do her some good.
Ted's had antique
shops all over.
I've never left Haven,
so... it's a big step.
Uh, Conrad Brower,
he works for you, right?
Yes, he does. He's been very
helpful since my mother passed.
And how well
do you know him?
- Oh, we grew up together.
- What's this about?
Do either
of you know Jonas Lester?
[Phone ringing]
The guy who died? I heard about it.
Do you know where Conrad
was last night?
Yes, I dropped him off at the
Edgewater Beach to go clamming.
He made me stay for the first bucket.
He's so thoughtful that way.
- I'm sure he is.
- Whatever you might be thinking, Agent Parker,
- Conrad's a solid guy.
- Oh, he just couldn't be involved.
Conrad is the gentlest
man I've ever met.
Excuse me.
We need to go.
Thank you.
Okay, you know, this better be
good, because Marion might
have more to tell
me about Conrad.
Gun trace came in. Belongs to
a guy I know. Duke Crocker.
- You like him for this?
- I don't like him, period.
Okay, now. Let's see what we're
smuggling this week.
Hello? Duke!
Duke!
Ugh. He's not here.
Everything about this guy
is a pain in my ass.
Why? Because
he wasn't home?
Because he's unreliable,
untrustworthy,
- a total waste of...
- Yeah, yeah, I got it.
Wait. Where
are you going?
To look for Duke
under the usual rocks.
[Knocks on door]
The police were just here
looking for you.
- You shouldn't be talking to them.
- Conrad, this isn't good.
Marion, you trust
me, don't you?
Do you remember when
we were kids? You taught me
how to swim.
Remember how afraid I was
- to go under the water?
- You did it eventually.
Yes. Because
I was safe with you.
I have always trusted you.
- But this thing with Lester, I don't know.
- Then let me handle this myself.
- I'm afraid, Conrad.
- So am I.
[Thunder]
He hasn't shown up here, either.
Tell Howard that I'll just touch
base with him later.
Perfect. Thank you!
[Boom]
[Splash]
Damn it!
You took my clothes.
- Good morning.
- You took my clothes.
Well, now I
laundered your clothes.
I saved your life.
That's an odd combination,
when you think about it.
- I mean, if you think about it.
- You must be Duke.
[Stirring sound]
Milk...
One sugar, right?
No. No, and why would
you know how I take my coffee?
I wouldn't.
But it would have
been cool if I did.
- Do you know Jonas Lester?
- Uh...
I know he's dead.
That's it. Just... dead.
You might want
to rethink your answer.
Oh. Really?
Yeah, your gun
was found where he died.
- Doesn't sound like me.
- Well, you know...
everybody makes mistakes.
I didn't make that one.
- My gun was stolen.
- Okay, so...
of all the guns in the world,
he stole yours.
Yep. That's convenient.
And then, you don't report it,
- which is also convenient and illegal.
- Actually, I did report it.
Nathan didn't mention
that part, did he?
I thought as much.
- So are we good?
- If you're telling me the truth, we might be.
Nathan really doesn't like you.
Oh, and let me guess what he
said.
Uh... "He's unreliable,"
"dishonest, and a general
pain in the butt."
Ass. Yeah, he said ass.
Wow. And strangely, I was
going to say that.
- I was.
- Was he right?
Is the weather ever normal here?
It's uh...
normal for Maine.
'Cause this damage, this is odd. And I need
to get a bird's eye view picture of this.
Oh. Oh no. My cell phone.
Oh, crap, it's...
Oh, yeah. It's toast.
- But I uh... I got you another one.
- A princess phone?
Seriously?
You really need to work
on your "thank you"s.
[Phone ringing]
I don't care
if he reported it.
- It's his gun, and he needs to explain it to me.
- Well, you could have
told me that before I talked to
him. The guy's not all bad.
He saved my life and then
he served me coffee.
I've known
him since he was five.
He's all bad. What's this?
Instant hail storm. The fog starts
in town and then heads out to sea.
There's something strange
going on here, right?
So what? It's weather.
It's weird.
Bangor forensics
restored the paper
we found on Lester's body.
Turns out,
it's from the tide calendar
on Duke's boat.
It's boring,
but it's real evidence.
I know but 2-5-7-8-9.
What do those numbers mean?
That's what
I plan on asking him.
- You coming?
- No, you go. I got enough to take care of
- between Conrad and the weather.
- Suit yourself.
So, have you managed to turn
your accident into a murder yet?
- Good to see you, too, Chief.
- You're still wasting Nathan's time.
Actually,
I have a few leads,
and your son just linked the
tide calendar that we found
on Lester's body to...
Tide calendar...
Oh, your messages
kicked in, did they?
Hey, can you go clamming
at Edgewater Beach at high tide?
Depends on how long
you can hold your breath.
You lied to me, Conrad.
I know you weren't clamming.
- Makes me think you were up on that cliff with Lester.
- You don't understand.
No, I understand you lied to me, you had
Marion lie to me, you had plenty of reasons
- to kill the man who ruined you.
- Respect the perimeter!
- How did you get him so far from the cliff?
- Please,
- stay away.
- Agent Parker, leave him alone.
- Get away...
- Tell me! Whoa!
- Stay away from me!
- Marion, listen to me!
- Don't you move!
- It was an accident! I didn't mean to do it.
- Do what, exactly?
- Kill Jonas Lester!
- What's he doing here?
- Never mind. I can guess.
- What happened to you?
- You won't believe me when I tell you.
Just let Duke go.
Conrad's our guy.
- Don't think so.
- Did your guy confess?
Uh... No. No, he did not.
Conrad?
Are you saying you did this?
Yeah, Nathan.
That's what I'm saying.
Thank you, sir.
- Can I go now?
- Sit down.
Conrad, come with me.
I know you didn't
kill Lester.
That's fantastic.
I'll buy the first round.
I also know
that Nathan's right,
and that you saw Lester.
Okay, here's the thing.
I have a rule.
Well, it's more
of a guideline, but...
I don't talk to cops.
Even cops that I like.
We could have a customs
agent assigned to you...
and only you.
What do these
numbers mean?
Nice photo.
I think an apology from Nathan
might help me remember.
Fine. I apologize.
For?
- Don't push it.
- Look.
Lester wanted me
to run him up to Canada.
- Yeah?
- Yeah. But smuggling escaped
felons is not on my to-do list.
- The 2-5-7-8.
Is that a partial phone number?
Social Security?
Lester was looking
for a boat.
Maybe it's
a registration number.
- Wanna make this easy for me?
- No.
I mean, not particularly.
Fine. Harbour Master
will tell us the rest.
Do you mind taking care
of that yourself?
Are you really buying
this story of Conrad's?
Nathan, what happened to
Lester happened to me, okay?
He just... he blew
me down the street.
Blew you down
the street?
Listen. I can't even begin
to explain it, alright?
But it happened,
and it happened to me.
I know
it sounds crazy, but...
I can't even
believe I'm saying it.
Oh. I can't
believe it either.
So what
am I supposed to do?
Just pretend that it didn't happen?
What kind of cop does that?
You know how that will
sound on a witness stand.
Listen. I know that I don't
have it all together,
and I'm just trying to figure
it out. So I'll go keep
working Conrad's story,
and you check out the docks.
Excuse me. Uh...
I mean... you guys are going
to let me go, first, right?
[Together]: No.
What's this?
That is 3000 square feet on
State Street in Santa Barbara.
Oh my God!
If we can put
the deposit down,
we could be sipping margaritas
before you know it.
What do you say?
What do you say?
Yeah, I think
it might be time.
Yeah.
[Sniffs]
[Sniffs]
We gave Nathan that, you know.
Well, they're kind of ah...
fragrant.
Not our taste, either.
But when you only have four senses,
you make the most of them.
- We have a little present for you.
- Vince, relax.
It isn't a puppy. Here.
This could be why I thought
I recognized you.
- Oh.
- We found that in our newspaper archives
from 27 years ago.
Who is she?
I was hoping
you could tell me.
Do you have
family around here?
Uh... I don't have
family anywhere.
Are you still
puzzling over that fog?
Oh, more than just the fog.
Did Conrad Brower
ever make the paper?
It's easy enough to check our archives
if I can use your computer, there.
Oh, yeah! Go ahead.
- Wow, that's impressive.
- You should see him use a Google machine.
You're hilarious.
Conrad Brower.
Any particular context?
Weather.
Oh, I like how this girl thinks.
Nothing much on Conrad,
just the usual returning war hero piece.
A beautifully-written
war hero piece.
- Obviously. He wrote it.
- Huh.
Those weather patterns
of yours turned up, though.
There's that interview Harold
did with the Hastings family
in 1956, right
after they moved here
- from Calerin, Georgia.
- 1956?
They were the only survivors
of a freakish series of storms
that destroyed their hometown.
Daughter was a cast-iron bitch.
- Dave!
- Well, she was. It was a blessing
- when she kicked off recently.
- The granddaughter is lovely, though!
- Guys.
- Yeah, well it must have been
the Caldwell part of the family.
- Caldwell? Do you mean Marion Caldwell?
- [Together]: Yeah.
I traced that number.
Lester ended up
- with another boat.
- What did you find?
Marion Caldwell's financials.
Lester came back to Haven for her money.
Specifically,
the two million dollars
- her mother left her.
- That fits.
We were wrong.
Marion wasn't protecting
Conrad. Conrad was
protecting her all along.
- I think Marion was on that cliff with him.
- That makes perfect sense.
And Lester had a partner.
- He got all this information about Marion from...
- From Ted.
[Phone ringing]
Hello?
- Marion? It's Audrey Parker.
- Oh. Agent Parker, I'm sorry,
but I can't talk right now.
Marion, listen to me. I know
you were up on that cliff with Lester.
- How did you know?
- It doesn't matter.
Lester was after
your inheritance.
- I don't understand.
- Marion, he was working with Ted.
What? No.
I don't believe that.
What were you doing
up there that night?
I was supposed to go meet Ted
to go star gazing...
but he never showed up.
Yeah. Ted got you up there and Lester
was going to take care of the rest.
No. No...
Have you given Ted access
to your money lately?
The deposit.
Marion?
Marion?
I have to go.
Now!
No... Marion, wait!
Hello?
Marion!
Hello?
Nathan? Marion is going after
Ted, and she doesn't know
what she's capable of.
She could hurt him,
and a lot of other innocent
people.
How are you going to find her?
She could be anywhere.
I know exactly
where she's going.
- Ted!
- Marion!
- Where are you going?
- Just going on a small business trip.
Really? With three bags?
And all my money?
Marion, it's not
what it looks like!
It was all lies, wasn't it?
- You never loved me!
- Marion, please!
Don't!
Marion, I've done
nothing to... to harm you!
Liar!
Marion... I'm leaving now.
Marion! I'm sorry!
You're a liar!
Marion.
This doesn't concern you!
Look around you, Marion!
All of this is you.
[Gunshot]
Marion. Listen to me.
You've hurt people
and you're going to keep
hurting people.
The wind that killed
Lester, the fog? The hail?
All of this,
you're doing this.
You need to make it stop.
Let it go.
Just let it go.
[Marion sobbing]
I know. I know.
It's okay.
It's okay.
[Marion sobbing]
I know.
- Got this car fixed up.
- Hertz is gonna put a hit out on me.
When you were
up at Tuiw... um...
- Tuwiuwok. It means...
- Haven.
The full name means
"Haven for God's Orphans."
- Orphans?
- Yeah. People liked Haven better.
Yeah, I suppose
they would.
Anyway, I know why you were
up there that night.
To keep an eye
on Marion.
I always have. I didn't trust
Ted as far as I could throw him.
Or uh... maybe you
just... loved her?
- It's time to step up, Conrad.
- How's that?
I could put her in jail,
but what would that solve?
If Marion lets her emotions
get out of control again,
a lot of people
could get hurt.
Only three of us know
what she can do,
but only one of us has a real
chance of making her happy.
She needs somebody
to keep her safe.
And most importantly, calm.
I should have
listened to you.
It's okay. I'm not sure
I would listen to me either.
I won't make
that mistake again.
Oh. I'm sorry.
The perimeter.
I know.
Lilies and lilac.
You're an odd man, detective.
How's your shoulder?
It's alright.
Oh? Tough guy.
So...
So, you tie up the loose
ends on Lester?
He and Ted worked
it from the start.
Then Lester got picked up on a routine
parole violation, then broke out
- so Ted wouldn't walk off with his share.
- How's Marion doing with all this?
She's still grappling
with the idea
- that she affects the weather.
- You still believe that?
And you still don't?
When you've ruled everything else out,
you have to accept what's left.
Guess I'm not ready to rule
everything else out yet.
I know that picture.
- You do?
- Mmhmm.
Colorado Kid murder.
Chief was a beat
cop on the case.
He never solved it, which I try and
remind him of whenever I can.
The chief?
You mean your dad?
I mean the chief.
Can I see it?
She looks like you.
Yeah.
Yeah, I know.
So what do you think?
Is she your mother?
Your aunt?
I really... I don't know.
You know, every other kid I knew
dreamed that their parents
would come and claim them,
and then they'd turn out
to be rock stars.
But I, I just dreamed that...
You know what,
never mind.
Too late to stop now.
I dreamed that my mother would
roll up in a big bus,
and she would rescue every kid
in every orphanage
in the world and bring
them home.
Might be a good idea
to let that one go.
Yeah, well
I wish I could.
- Howard.
- Hey, boss.
Uh... you know that vacation
time I never take?
I need a few weeks.
There's just something
I need to look into.
No problem.
You deserve it.
[Dialing]
She's staying.
Maybe she can help
you with your troubles.
Agent Parker?
Oh, no.
No, no, no.
Agent Parker? Where are you?
[Knocking]
God, it's kind of early, isn't it?
Couldn't wait.
It's impressive how little
you've done with...
... so little.
Well, it's what I do with all
the vacation time that I don't get.
Hit a bunch
of outlet stores,
and furniture shop with all
the guys that I don't meet.
Never took you for uh...
teenage vampires.
Oh, well you should
see what I read on the plane.
FBI is non-fiction work.
I need you to keep it that way.
Is this about Miami?
Oh, yeah.
I'm talking about Miami.
We've been through this.
You know, being open to
possibilities is how we close cases...
Like that one.
It sends you down
blind alleys, too.
Yeah, well where I grew up,
a blind alley was even
better than reality.
- So... where are you sending me this time?
- Haven.
Maine.
Hometown of one
Jonas Lester.
He escaped a federal
lock-up nineteen hours ago.
Killed a guard doing it.
Find Lester. Bring him back.
Nothing else.
That's your reality.
You're a good
agent, Audrey.
And someday, maybe,
you'll be a great agent.
Just... focus on the job.
Put the book on the table when
you're done with it.
[Heavy breathing]
Stop!
Stop, damn it!
Stop! Stop, damn it!
Don't make me shoot you!
Aaaah!
[Radio]: This just in: Six of
Tommy Bolt's seven missing fingers
have been returned.
This is Ryan Wisely at WDLH,
the Voice of Haven.
[Radio off]
[Crash]
Okay...
Nuh-uh. No.
There's no way
I'm dying to this.
Stop.
[Creaking, screams]
[Creaking]
Alright. Um...
God!
- You need some help?
No. No,
I'm all right. Thank you.
Oh. Okay, then.
[Creaking]
Unbelievable.
Whoa!
[Crash]
[Crash]
- Shame about the car.
- Oh, it's a rental.
- Whoa! FBI! Who are you?
- Haven PD. Who are you?
- FBI. Are you deaf?
- How do I know that?
Okay, well, for starters,
I'm wearing the gun
on my belt. It's
a government-issue 9mm.
And they gave me, you know,
one of these.
Hey, keep your hands
where I can see them.
Okay, what am I going to do?
Pull out another gun?
Alright. Come on,
I showed you mine.
Okay.
So, uh... are all
your roads this bad?
- Sandstone. Likes to shift.
- Uh huh.
Can I give
you a ride somewhere?
I guess it's friendlier than
if I commandeer your vehicle.
- Probably less paperwork, too.
- Hmm.
[Door closing]
Oh! I'm sorry are... are you alright?
It's alright.
I didn't feel it.
Oh.
Tough guy, huh?
Hey, uh I don't
suppose you've seen
a guy named Jonas
Lester recently?
Just left him.
Well, keep looking all you want.
This man's pretty dead.
He tends
not to change much.
- Chief Wuornos, this is...
- Special Agent Audrey Parker.
Oh. It's the FBI. Well,
is this one of those situations
where you're here claiming to help,
but you're really just here to step on my toes?
Not in these shoes.
I came here, actually,
looking for him.
Yeah. Yeah, we got the alert
when Jonas, here, escaped.
The Bureau thought
that he might return
to his hometown.
I guess he did.
Ah!
Somebody missed something.
There's writing on it.
I can't read whatever this is,
but it's worth checking out.
I'll get it to the lab in Bangor.
Well, why don't you enlighten us?
What does the FBI Special Agent
have in the way of insight?
Well, his injuries don't
suggest a struggle.
I don't think
he was dragged here.
- You don't?
- He died last night.
But your guys are going to have
to give us the exact time. At first glance,
it looks like he fell
from up there, but his body
is way too far from the edge, you know,
unless there's a cannon up there
or something. Anyway, I'm not
sold on it being an accident.
You're over-thinking this.
The best thing Jonas Lester ever did
for this town was die.
So, as far as I'm
concerned, we're done.
He killed a federal employee,
so my investigation isn't done
until I know why he came back
here and what happened to him.
Nathan, get yourself a real
crime to investigate here.
Chief, how about I show Agent
Parker around,
- while we tie up the loose ends.
- Go ahead. Waste his time, too.
He's got nothing else
to do with it.
[Phone ringing]
- Howard.
- It's Parker.
- Lester's dead.
- How'd it happen?
Well, they're calling
it an accident,
but something
doesn't seem right.
Sounds right up your alley,
Agent Parker.
- Chief Wuornos doesn't think so.
- I trust your instincts.
I'm working with a local
detective, uh...
Wuornos.
- You call your dad the chief?
- I call my boss the chief.
He's a stubborn man.
What's his deal? Is he testing me?
Not you. Me.
Hey, no offense, but half
the reason I want to solve
- this case is just to piss him off.
- And it would.
I guess that's one advantage
of being raised by the state:
not much parental conflict.
- So... you're an orphan?
- I'm a free agent.
Tuwiuwok. Is that
Native American?
Migmaw, yeah.
It means, "Haven."
It's easier
to spell, I guess.
Huh. These must
be Lester's footprints.
It looks like they're chasing
a second set right... here.
And Lester's end...
abruptly, here.
Could be.
Uprooted trees?
Well, that... that's strange.
You guys get
tornadoes up here
this time of year?
- Maybe... one a year.
- Really?
'Cause something did
a number on these trees.
No wind last night.
I already checked.
- You did?
- Couldn't find a cannon, either.
Hmm.
Now we're talking.
Nice gun, though
Lester wasn't shot.
- I did find this.
- A hat?
I know a guy who wears
a hat like this.
So do I, but that
doesn't make it evidence.
Well, Lester stole
all my guy's money.
Well, okay.
So that makes it evidence.
Let's go talk to your guy.
[Nathan]: Welcome to Haven.
You like pancakes?
- We've got good pancakes.
- What about lobster?
- I mean, isn't Maine famous for lobster?
- I don't like lobster.
I really like pancakes.
I like the truck.
Thanks. Had it since I was nineteen.
How do you keep
a car that long?
I don't drive off cliffs.
So...
Who's this
hat belong to?
Conrad Brower,
Gulf War vet, local handyman.
Went into the service with Lester.
Conrad came
out an unemployed hero,
Lester came out a loser
with computer skills.
Did time for stealing VA benefits
from guys he was in with.
- Including Conrad.
- Yep.
- Hey, Conrad. Helping Marion again?
- Nathan.
- That's what I do.
- Found your hat
up on Tuwiuwok Bluff.
Thanks. Appreciate it.
Uh... were you out there
yesterday evening?
Maintain the perimeter.
- Please.
- What?
- Uh... Conrad has personal space issues.
- Right.
Pardon me, Mr. Brower.
Any particular time you were
planning on answering my question?
I was up there this morning.
I like to watch the boats head out.
Forgot the hat, I guess.
And you never
saw Jonas Lester?
- Not moving.
- But you did know him.
- You mean the service.
- Right.
And then when he got out,
he stole all your money.
Not just mine.
I know where you're going.
Conrad...
Yesterday, late afternoon,
evening, where were you?
Digging clams.
Out to Edgewater Bay.
'Till sunset.
Alright, you speak monosyllable.
You wanna try
to break through his perimeter while I
go inside and talk to the shop owner?
Sure.
- Where are you going?
- Mr. Brower, if you have something
that you want to tell me,
you go right on ahead.
That's weird.
Conrad? Conrad!
He's gone.
[Man yelling, squealing brakes]
[Horn blaring]
Look out!
Nathan! Watch out!
[Horn blaring]
Ugh!
[Radio chatter]
Congratulations, Nathan. Now you
get to come back with me for an MRI.
Another one.
Lucky number nine.
Yeah. Cheer up.
The tenth one's free!
He's a regular.
I'll be back in a jiff.
You seriously
can't feel pain?
It's called idiopathic
neuropathy.
You really couldn't feel it
when that car door hit your hand?
- No.
- Can you feel fire?
- No.
- Ice?
- Oddly, yes, I can feel ice.
- You can feel ice?
No. I can feel a headache
coming on, though.
Hey, so that
was strange.
I've never seen
fog like that before.
Maine gets lots
of kinds of fog.
Alright.
Get in the back.
Oh, I can drive myself.
I'm not arguing
with you, Nathan.
The back.
Go. I'll call the Bureau and then
check out Conrad's alibi.
Eleanor, you're overreacting.
[Dialing]
- Howard.
- Agent Howard, yeah.
I'm still here. I haven't found
anything. Nothing relevant,
- anyway, but I'll keep in touch.
- Okay, bye.
You must be Agent Parker.
I understand you're investigating
- Jonas Lester's death.
- And you are...?
Dave Tiggs. My brother, Vince.
Publishers, editors, and every
damn thing else in the Haven Herald.
We thought Lester'd be our
lead, but now it'll be the fog.
Yeah. That fog
was strange, right?
Well, welcome to Haven.
Keep feeling like
I've seen you before.
That didn't sound creepy at all.
Oh, Lord. It does.
- Doesn't it?
- Only because you said it, Vince.
How bout we drop by
later and you can answer a few
questions about the case?
How about I just call you?
Oh! Fierce, isn't she?
Well change
your mind, drop by.
We serve
Mai Tais at 3.
- Okay.
- I want to ride in the front this time.
No, no. I always
ride in the front.
- Well, it's my turn now.
- Agent Parker.
MRIs are overrated.
Let's go talk to Mary.
Nathan. Is everyone
alright out there?
They will be. This is Audrey
Parker with the FBI.
- Marion Caldwell.
- This is my friend, Ted Ford.
- Hello.
- Is this Santa Barbara?
Yes. Have you been there?
Twice. Once for a pedophile,
the other for a serial killer.
Marion and I are thinking of
moving there and buying a shop.
Oh! Oh.
It's beautiful.
It's beautiful,
and it's a lot safer now.
Well, we're just...
flirting with the idea.
Marion lost her mother not long ago,
and I think the change might do her some good.
Ted's had antique
shops all over.
I've never left Haven,
so... it's a big step.
Uh, Conrad Brower,
he works for you, right?
Yes, he does. He's been very
helpful since my mother passed.
And how well
do you know him?
- Oh, we grew up together.
- What's this about?
Do either
of you know Jonas Lester?
[Phone ringing]
The guy who died? I heard about it.
Do you know where Conrad
was last night?
Yes, I dropped him off at the
Edgewater Beach to go clamming.
He made me stay for the first bucket.
He's so thoughtful that way.
- I'm sure he is.
- Whatever you might be thinking, Agent Parker,
- Conrad's a solid guy.
- Oh, he just couldn't be involved.
Conrad is the gentlest
man I've ever met.
Excuse me.
We need to go.
Thank you.
Okay, you know, this better be
good, because Marion might
have more to tell
me about Conrad.
Gun trace came in. Belongs to
a guy I know. Duke Crocker.
- You like him for this?
- I don't like him, period.
Okay, now. Let's see what we're
smuggling this week.
Hello? Duke!
Duke!
Ugh. He's not here.
Everything about this guy
is a pain in my ass.
Why? Because
he wasn't home?
Because he's unreliable,
untrustworthy,
- a total waste of...
- Yeah, yeah, I got it.
Wait. Where
are you going?
To look for Duke
under the usual rocks.
[Knocks on door]
The police were just here
looking for you.
- You shouldn't be talking to them.
- Conrad, this isn't good.
Marion, you trust
me, don't you?
Do you remember when
we were kids? You taught me
how to swim.
Remember how afraid I was
- to go under the water?
- You did it eventually.
Yes. Because
I was safe with you.
I have always trusted you.
- But this thing with Lester, I don't know.
- Then let me handle this myself.
- I'm afraid, Conrad.
- So am I.
[Thunder]
He hasn't shown up here, either.
Tell Howard that I'll just touch
base with him later.
Perfect. Thank you!
[Boom]
[Splash]
Damn it!
You took my clothes.
- Good morning.
- You took my clothes.
Well, now I
laundered your clothes.
I saved your life.
That's an odd combination,
when you think about it.
- I mean, if you think about it.
- You must be Duke.
[Stirring sound]
Milk...
One sugar, right?
No. No, and why would
you know how I take my coffee?
I wouldn't.
But it would have
been cool if I did.
- Do you know Jonas Lester?
- Uh...
I know he's dead.
That's it. Just... dead.
You might want
to rethink your answer.
Oh. Really?
Yeah, your gun
was found where he died.
- Doesn't sound like me.
- Well, you know...
everybody makes mistakes.
I didn't make that one.
- My gun was stolen.
- Okay, so...
of all the guns in the world,
he stole yours.
Yep. That's convenient.
And then, you don't report it,
- which is also convenient and illegal.
- Actually, I did report it.
Nathan didn't mention
that part, did he?
I thought as much.
- So are we good?
- If you're telling me the truth, we might be.
Nathan really doesn't like you.
Oh, and let me guess what he
said.
Uh... "He's unreliable,"
"dishonest, and a general
pain in the butt."
Ass. Yeah, he said ass.
Wow. And strangely, I was
going to say that.
- I was.
- Was he right?
Is the weather ever normal here?
It's uh...
normal for Maine.
'Cause this damage, this is odd. And I need
to get a bird's eye view picture of this.
Oh. Oh no. My cell phone.
Oh, crap, it's...
Oh, yeah. It's toast.
- But I uh... I got you another one.
- A princess phone?
Seriously?
You really need to work
on your "thank you"s.
[Phone ringing]
I don't care
if he reported it.
- It's his gun, and he needs to explain it to me.
- Well, you could have
told me that before I talked to
him. The guy's not all bad.
He saved my life and then
he served me coffee.
I've known
him since he was five.
He's all bad. What's this?
Instant hail storm. The fog starts
in town and then heads out to sea.
There's something strange
going on here, right?
So what? It's weather.
It's weird.
Bangor forensics
restored the paper
we found on Lester's body.
Turns out,
it's from the tide calendar
on Duke's boat.
It's boring,
but it's real evidence.
I know but 2-5-7-8-9.
What do those numbers mean?
That's what
I plan on asking him.
- You coming?
- No, you go. I got enough to take care of
- between Conrad and the weather.
- Suit yourself.
So, have you managed to turn
your accident into a murder yet?
- Good to see you, too, Chief.
- You're still wasting Nathan's time.
Actually,
I have a few leads,
and your son just linked the
tide calendar that we found
on Lester's body to...
Tide calendar...
Oh, your messages
kicked in, did they?
Hey, can you go clamming
at Edgewater Beach at high tide?
Depends on how long
you can hold your breath.
You lied to me, Conrad.
I know you weren't clamming.
- Makes me think you were up on that cliff with Lester.
- You don't understand.
No, I understand you lied to me, you had
Marion lie to me, you had plenty of reasons
- to kill the man who ruined you.
- Respect the perimeter!
- How did you get him so far from the cliff?
- Please,
- stay away.
- Agent Parker, leave him alone.
- Get away...
- Tell me! Whoa!
- Stay away from me!
- Marion, listen to me!
- Don't you move!
- It was an accident! I didn't mean to do it.
- Do what, exactly?
- Kill Jonas Lester!
- What's he doing here?
- Never mind. I can guess.
- What happened to you?
- You won't believe me when I tell you.
Just let Duke go.
Conrad's our guy.
- Don't think so.
- Did your guy confess?
Uh... No. No, he did not.
Conrad?
Are you saying you did this?
Yeah, Nathan.
That's what I'm saying.
Thank you, sir.
- Can I go now?
- Sit down.
Conrad, come with me.
I know you didn't
kill Lester.
That's fantastic.
I'll buy the first round.
I also know
that Nathan's right,
and that you saw Lester.
Okay, here's the thing.
I have a rule.
Well, it's more
of a guideline, but...
I don't talk to cops.
Even cops that I like.
We could have a customs
agent assigned to you...
and only you.
What do these
numbers mean?
Nice photo.
I think an apology from Nathan
might help me remember.
Fine. I apologize.
For?
- Don't push it.
- Look.
Lester wanted me
to run him up to Canada.
- Yeah?
- Yeah. But smuggling escaped
felons is not on my to-do list.
- The 2-5-7-8.
Is that a partial phone number?
Social Security?
Lester was looking
for a boat.
Maybe it's
a registration number.
- Wanna make this easy for me?
- No.
I mean, not particularly.
Fine. Harbour Master
will tell us the rest.
Do you mind taking care
of that yourself?
Are you really buying
this story of Conrad's?
Nathan, what happened to
Lester happened to me, okay?
He just... he blew
me down the street.
Blew you down
the street?
Listen. I can't even begin
to explain it, alright?
But it happened,
and it happened to me.
I know
it sounds crazy, but...
I can't even
believe I'm saying it.
Oh. I can't
believe it either.
So what
am I supposed to do?
Just pretend that it didn't happen?
What kind of cop does that?
You know how that will
sound on a witness stand.
Listen. I know that I don't
have it all together,
and I'm just trying to figure
it out. So I'll go keep
working Conrad's story,
and you check out the docks.
Excuse me. Uh...
I mean... you guys are going
to let me go, first, right?
[Together]: No.
What's this?
That is 3000 square feet on
State Street in Santa Barbara.
Oh my God!
If we can put
the deposit down,
we could be sipping margaritas
before you know it.
What do you say?
What do you say?
Yeah, I think
it might be time.
Yeah.
[Sniffs]
[Sniffs]
We gave Nathan that, you know.
Well, they're kind of ah...
fragrant.
Not our taste, either.
But when you only have four senses,
you make the most of them.
- We have a little present for you.
- Vince, relax.
It isn't a puppy. Here.
This could be why I thought
I recognized you.
- Oh.
- We found that in our newspaper archives
from 27 years ago.
Who is she?
I was hoping
you could tell me.
Do you have
family around here?
Uh... I don't have
family anywhere.
Are you still
puzzling over that fog?
Oh, more than just the fog.
Did Conrad Brower
ever make the paper?
It's easy enough to check our archives
if I can use your computer, there.
Oh, yeah! Go ahead.
- Wow, that's impressive.
- You should see him use a Google machine.
You're hilarious.
Conrad Brower.
Any particular context?
Weather.
Oh, I like how this girl thinks.
Nothing much on Conrad,
just the usual returning war hero piece.
A beautifully-written
war hero piece.
- Obviously. He wrote it.
- Huh.
Those weather patterns
of yours turned up, though.
There's that interview Harold
did with the Hastings family
in 1956, right
after they moved here
- from Calerin, Georgia.
- 1956?
They were the only survivors
of a freakish series of storms
that destroyed their hometown.
Daughter was a cast-iron bitch.
- Dave!
- Well, she was. It was a blessing
- when she kicked off recently.
- The granddaughter is lovely, though!
- Guys.
- Yeah, well it must have been
the Caldwell part of the family.
- Caldwell? Do you mean Marion Caldwell?
- [Together]: Yeah.
I traced that number.
Lester ended up
- with another boat.
- What did you find?
Marion Caldwell's financials.
Lester came back to Haven for her money.
Specifically,
the two million dollars
- her mother left her.
- That fits.
We were wrong.
Marion wasn't protecting
Conrad. Conrad was
protecting her all along.
- I think Marion was on that cliff with him.
- That makes perfect sense.
And Lester had a partner.
- He got all this information about Marion from...
- From Ted.
[Phone ringing]
Hello?
- Marion? It's Audrey Parker.
- Oh. Agent Parker, I'm sorry,
but I can't talk right now.
Marion, listen to me. I know
you were up on that cliff with Lester.
- How did you know?
- It doesn't matter.
Lester was after
your inheritance.
- I don't understand.
- Marion, he was working with Ted.
What? No.
I don't believe that.
What were you doing
up there that night?
I was supposed to go meet Ted
to go star gazing...
but he never showed up.
Yeah. Ted got you up there and Lester
was going to take care of the rest.
No. No...
Have you given Ted access
to your money lately?
The deposit.
Marion?
Marion?
I have to go.
Now!
No... Marion, wait!
Hello?
Marion!
Hello?
Nathan? Marion is going after
Ted, and she doesn't know
what she's capable of.
She could hurt him,
and a lot of other innocent
people.
How are you going to find her?
She could be anywhere.
I know exactly
where she's going.
- Ted!
- Marion!
- Where are you going?
- Just going on a small business trip.
Really? With three bags?
And all my money?
Marion, it's not
what it looks like!
It was all lies, wasn't it?
- You never loved me!
- Marion, please!
Don't!
Marion, I've done
nothing to... to harm you!
Liar!
Marion... I'm leaving now.
Marion! I'm sorry!
You're a liar!
Marion.
This doesn't concern you!
Look around you, Marion!
All of this is you.
[Gunshot]
Marion. Listen to me.
You've hurt people
and you're going to keep
hurting people.
The wind that killed
Lester, the fog? The hail?
All of this,
you're doing this.
You need to make it stop.
Let it go.
Just let it go.
[Marion sobbing]
I know. I know.
It's okay.
It's okay.
[Marion sobbing]
I know.
- Got this car fixed up.
- Hertz is gonna put a hit out on me.
When you were
up at Tuiw... um...
- Tuwiuwok. It means...
- Haven.
The full name means
"Haven for God's Orphans."
- Orphans?
- Yeah. People liked Haven better.
Yeah, I suppose
they would.
Anyway, I know why you were
up there that night.
To keep an eye
on Marion.
I always have. I didn't trust
Ted as far as I could throw him.
Or uh... maybe you
just... loved her?
- It's time to step up, Conrad.
- How's that?
I could put her in jail,
but what would that solve?
If Marion lets her emotions
get out of control again,
a lot of people
could get hurt.
Only three of us know
what she can do,
but only one of us has a real
chance of making her happy.
She needs somebody
to keep her safe.
And most importantly, calm.
I should have
listened to you.
It's okay. I'm not sure
I would listen to me either.
I won't make
that mistake again.
Oh. I'm sorry.
The perimeter.
I know.
Lilies and lilac.
You're an odd man, detective.
How's your shoulder?
It's alright.
Oh? Tough guy.
So...
So, you tie up the loose
ends on Lester?
He and Ted worked
it from the start.
Then Lester got picked up on a routine
parole violation, then broke out
- so Ted wouldn't walk off with his share.
- How's Marion doing with all this?
She's still grappling
with the idea
- that she affects the weather.
- You still believe that?
And you still don't?
When you've ruled everything else out,
you have to accept what's left.
Guess I'm not ready to rule
everything else out yet.
I know that picture.
- You do?
- Mmhmm.
Colorado Kid murder.
Chief was a beat
cop on the case.
He never solved it, which I try and
remind him of whenever I can.
The chief?
You mean your dad?
I mean the chief.
Can I see it?
She looks like you.
Yeah.
Yeah, I know.
So what do you think?
Is she your mother?
Your aunt?
I really... I don't know.
You know, every other kid I knew
dreamed that their parents
would come and claim them,
and then they'd turn out
to be rock stars.
But I, I just dreamed that...
You know what,
never mind.
Too late to stop now.
I dreamed that my mother would
roll up in a big bus,
and she would rescue every kid
in every orphanage
in the world and bring
them home.
Might be a good idea
to let that one go.
Yeah, well
I wish I could.
- Howard.
- Hey, boss.
Uh... you know that vacation
time I never take?
I need a few weeks.
There's just something
I need to look into.
No problem.
You deserve it.
[Dialing]
She's staying.
Maybe she can help
you with your troubles.