Haven (2010–2015): Season 1, Episode 6 - Fur - full transcript
Audrey and Nathan have yet another bizarre case on their hands when a prominent member of the exclusive Haven Hunt Club is found in his car, mauled to to death. It has all of the earmarks of a wolf attack and Chief of Police Wournos, who is also a member of the club, is all set to organize a hunting expedition to track and kill the animal. He reluctantly agrees to Audrey's request for 24 hours to investigate further and there are soon two other attacks, one by a bear and the other by a moose. The moose attack is most revealing since it turns out the animal was stuffed leading them to believe that supernatural causes are actually at work. Their investigation turns up two suspects: Landon Taylor, the taxidermist who stuffed the animals in the first place and Jess Minion who has a reputation for being a witch.
- Previously on Haven...
Watch out!
You seriously
can't feel pain?
- It's called
idiopathic neuropathy.
Chief Wournos, this is...
- Special Agent Audrey Parker.
- This could be why I thought
I recognized you.
- We found that in our
newspaper archives
from 27 years ago.
- All right, I have a theory.
- Surprise.
- There are two different
Havens.
There's the one that's
right beneath the surface,
and then there's one
right underneath that.
- This is a whole new world.
- Did you see anything?
- Yeah.
A big metal ball
crushed my place.
- You like it.
The weirdness.
- I've seen this movie.
- You know, you have
a very rare talent.
You see things
the way they are.
- Crap.
All right,
can we at least agree
that whatever's going on here,
this is not normal?
- Yeah.
- Damn it.
Aah!
- Hey!
Hey, what...
Eleanor,
what are you doing?
- Teaching the summer people
where not to park.
- What? It's a perfectly
good parking spot.
- Back in '87, the Gibson girl
got hit by a car.
She couldn't see it,
because the car parked here
blocked the sight line,
so no one parks here now.
- And how exactly
am I supposed to know that?
What about posting a sign?
Gah, why does everything
in this town
have to be
such a huge secret?
- No one'll talk
to you about your mother, huh?
- Apparently, I don't have
the secret password yet.
- Well, you stick out, Audrey.
You gotta learn
to be a local.
For instance, Larissa's
baked goods are too dry.
Rosemary's are better.
Ah, give it 10 or 15 years,
kiddo, you'll be fine.
- Parker.
Hey, where's
the Haven Hunt Club?
So what is this exactly?
I'm picturing
a lot of deer heads
staring down at everyone.
- Yep, except
most of the hunting is guys
using shots of whiskey
to bring down business deals.
It's exclusive.
Well, not that exclusive.
They let my father join.
- You mean the chief?
- I mean my father.
This is his personal life.
- And, uh, it's not yours,
apparently.
- Nope. Not a big fan
of killing for fun.
- All right,
so who's the victim?
- T.R. Holt.
Divorced, old money.
- Whoa!
- Consensus says
it was a wolf attack,
but we'll have to analyze
the fur to make sure.
Probably rabid.
They think it broke
the window to get in.
- But you don't?
- Rabid wolves bite and run.
They don't feed like this.
- But they break into cars,
apparently.
All right, so what,
he used his head
to bash in the window?
I mean, unless
he's as numb as you are,
or he just really,
really wanted to get in.
Something about this
just feels creepy.
- Full moon last night.
- Oh, look at you,
trying to make a werewolf joke.
You know,
you should smile more often.
People will know
when you're joking.
- Probably.
We got a problem.
Manager says that Holt
was arguing
with a guy named Brad Donnelly
when he left last night.
- All right,
and the problem is?
- My father.
They're both friends of his.
- You want to blame this
on Brad Donnelly?
How does that
even begin to make sense?
- Chief, wolves don't just...
- Look, don't be telling me
what they do
or what they don't do.
I'm looking
at what one of 'em did.
That animal's
got to be killed, that's it.
- Before it teaches other wolves
to break into cars?
- We're gonna
organize a hunt.
Put out the call
for volunteers.
You're helping on this.
- Putting dozens of men
in the forest
blasting at everything
that moves is not a good idea.
- You see, that's exactly
where you're wrong.
- If we don't investigate
and something comes out later,
it'll look like you were
covering for your buddies.
- Look, it's gonna take
some time to organize your hunt.
All right?
So just give us the day.
- Okay, take the day.
Nothing else better happen.
# #
- What were T.R. and Donnelly
fighting about?
- A woman.
I don't know who.
- Was it the kind of fight
worth killing someone over?
- How would I know?
These guys live
to piss on each other.
Go find Landon, talk to him.
I think he's around here
somewhere.
- Landon Taylor?
Owns the dry cleaners
over on Prince?
- Yeah.
He hangs around here a lot
ever since his wife died
in that fire.
I heard T.R. and Donnelly
damn near blew his head off
a couple of days ago,
fighting about something.
- Whenever you're ready,
Landon.
- Pull!
Didn't lead it enough.
- Oh, no, you led it fine.
Your aim was just low.
- I think I can tell, thanks.
- Okay, if you think so.
- I'm sure you think
you could do better?
- Oh, by better, do you mean
hit the target?
- Here.
School me.
- All right.
Keep 'em coming.
Pull.
Pull!
All right, how many of these
do I need to do?
My shoulder's starting
to get sore.
- I have been to school,
and I have learned.
- Can we go talk
for a minute, Landon?
- You all know
why we're here.
T.R.'s dead.
I want parties to start up
by the Derry Road,
come back
across state land.
We'll drive the sucker
to the sea.
Who's game?
- Excuse me.
Gentlemen,
Mr. Donnelly.
- Detective, you joining in?
- No, sir.
Neither are you.
I need you all
to stand down.
I know you all want to get
the animal that did this.
That's understandable.
But the chief has asked
that we hold off till tomorrow.
- You saw the car, Wuornos.
What's to investigate?
- Go on, everybody.
Go on.
- Gillespie said
that you had been shot at?
- Yeah? Well...
It's no big deal.
- Getting shot at
is always a big deal.
You were with
T.R. and Donnelly, right?
- Yeah, but, uh...
- But...
You don't think
you were the target?
- No.
- All right,
so who was shooting at who?
All right, listen, I don't mean
to cause any trouble here.
I just... I need to know
what happened.
- Donnelly fired, a bullet hit
a tree right next to me, okay?
Scared me half to death.
- Donnelly shot at T. R?
- I hate to think so.
Accidents do happen
out there.
- Mr. Donnelly,
we want to talk to you.
- Wait, I've seen you around.
You're that FBI girl,
Parker.
- Oh, keen eyes.
Makes me wonder
how you missed that shot
that you took
at T.R. the other day.
Coincidences make me curious.
- T.R. wasn't shot,
and I didn't shoot him.
There's a coincidence for you.
- But you were
fighting with him.
- T.R. and I
were like brothers.
Fought, drank,
raised hell...
like brothers.
Nobody's gonna miss
that poor bastard more than me.
- Donnelly's hiding something.
- Besides his charms?
Yeah, I don't doubt it.
But I don't buy
murder by animal.
- Oh, there they are.
- Landon confirmed
that T.R. shot at Donnelly?
- Well, Landon didn't really
know one way or another.
- Just the people
we were looking for.
- Don't have anything,
for you, fellas.
- Unless you want a pastry.
- Are those Larissa's?
- You bet they are.
- Pass.
- You should try Rosemary's.
- Oh, so I've heard.
Hey, uh, can we talk
off the record?
- That sounds exciting.
- He says that when the waiter
offers to pepper his salad.
- What do you guys
know about T.R. and Donnelly?
- Apparently, they were
quarrelling over a woman.
- Oh, there's
that Jess Minion woman.
She's some kind of
animal rights and wrongs person.
- The word's "activist,"
Vince.
- She's a witch.
- Got that right.
- They were fighting
over her?
- With maybe, not over.
I mean, everyone at the club
agrees she's a pain in the ass.
- Only if you
like shooting animals.
- Okay, wait, wait.
You're a member of the club,
Dave?
- 35 years.
More likely, uh,
they were fighting
over Brad Donnelly's wife,
Susanna.
- The dead guy had something
with Donnelly's wife?
- That's what people
were saying, anyway.
- It was mostly Dave
saying it.
- Well, even a rumor
of adultery can be enough.
Oh, yeah.
These are awful.
- That's what you've got?
- Yeah.
- If you take the gossip
down at that club serious,
half the town
would be locked up.
- Half the town isn't dead.
- Not yet.
They expedited your lab work.
They just confirmed it
an "unusual event,"
like we didn't
already know that.
- There's gotta be a connection
with Donnelly here, I know it.
- Officer Parker,
you can know it later,
after we get that wolf.
- This wasn't
an ordinary wolf attack.
- This town's scared.
Mayor wants a curfew,
and I am this close
to ordering it,
so unless
there's some real evidence
that you haven't seen fit
to mention...
Let's get it rolling.
The hunt's on.
Aah!
- Donnelly and T.R.
Both within 24 hours?
That doesn't just happen.
- Don't get
a lot of wolf attacks
inside people's garages,
either.
- How are you stocked
for silver bullets?
- Funny.
- I'm not sure
that was a joke.
- Full moon was last night.
How many nights
do werewolves get?
- There are rules?
Who says?
- Same guy who says
silver bullets actually work.
- Come on,
let's go talk to his wife.
- We have reports the men
were fighting over a woman.
- You assumed it was me.
But I bet it was
that Jess Minion woman.
She's been hexing us.
You didn't know?
Right there.
She told Brad it was some kind
of Micmac witch mark.
Supposed to say something
to the animals about us.
- Thanks, Susanna.
If we need you,
we'll be in touch.
- Sure, but soon
as probate clears,
I'm moving back to Tallahassee.
- Thanks for your time.
- Okay, I've seen
that mark before
at the Hunt Club.
- You really think
this Jess Minion is a witch?
- What? We were just talking
about werewolves a second ago,
and now witches
are out of bounds?
She's an animal rights
activist,
and I saw this mark at the site
of the two other attacks.
- Witch or not,
she's a person of interest.
- Okay.
So let's be interested.
- Took you long enough.
I was expecting you
last night.
- You've been waiting for us?
- T.R. is dead.
He hated me.
Seemed inevitable
you'd show up here.
You're Audrey Parker,
federal agent in exile,
and you are Nathan Wuornos,
detective, son of chief,
and I'm Jess Minion,
suspect du jour.
- You seem to know a lot
for someone who's
only been here for a year.
You're a Quebecer,
aren't you?
- Qu?b?coise, yeah.
You checked up on me too.
This was
my grandmother's farm.
I summered here as a child.
Now it's mine.
- All right,
back to why T.R. hated you...
- I have 90 acres here.
I'm letting it go back
to what it wants to be.
I don't let the club hunt
on it.
- I've heard reports
you've taken a few potshots
at them out there.
- 5:00 in the morning,
how can you tell a banker
from a thief?
Hard enough
in full daylight, right?
- Can you explain this?
- It's a Micmac hieroglyph.
It means offering forgiveness.
- Are you aware that
Brad Donnelly died last night
the same way T.R. did?
By a wolf.
- I guess
they didn't forgive him.
Come with me.
Each of those stones
marks an animal
that's died on this land.
Wounded by guns,
maimed by traps, poisoned.
One step from being stuffed
and put on display.
- Your people
kill animals too.
- We use them.
We don't mock them.
If the spirits
of these animals
come knocking at the doors
of these guys,
looking for revenge,
it's not a crime.
That is justice.
- Ms. Minion, why do people
think that you're a witch?
- Maybe because they don't
like the way I think.
- So you're not a witch.
- What's a witch?
Someone who does magic?
What do you think
the troubles are?
Magic is everywhere here.
It's in the soil,
the water, in us.
You suffer so much
because you can't understand
what's happened to you.
You know it's not
a medical condition,
but you don't want to face
the real truth.
You have been
transformed by magic.
You're not less, Nathan.
You're more.
The only thing wrong
with you is your perspective.
- So where were you
last night around 8:00 p. m?
- Relax.
I didn't kill anyone.
If you want to check,
call the AAA.
Had my car towed in Derry.
- Easy enough.
Thanks for your time.
- Anytime.
- I don't believe
she's a witch.
- Whatever she is,
she is interesting.
- Brad Donnelly's death...
- Is still under investigation.
- Guys, we don't
have time for this.
- What do you think
about the reward?
- Reward?
- Club members pitched in
to put a bounty on this wolf.
They're shooting for $10,000.
- Terrible, isn't it?
- Yeah, about time.
People are scared.
- We'll keep you posted.
All right.
Okay, so what do we have?
We have a wolf
inside Donnelly's garage,
but do you buy a wild animal
stalking its prey indoors?
- No, and we have
another broken window.
It's back to human help.
- An animal trainer?
Drugged animals?
But getting in and out
unnoticed?
- Tough sell.
- What if it's
not an animal trainer
but more like, uh,
you know,
an animal whisperer?
Somebody who's,
I don't know,
but can make animals do things.
- Like an evil Dr. Dolittle?
- Or, you know,
like a witch.
- Come on.
Jess gave
the easiest alibi to check.
Here.
- Oh, wait, what difference
does it make about the alibi?
I mean, if you can compel
animals to do something,
you don't have to be there
when it happens.
- Okay, this is ridiculous.
- Just because you like her,
that doesn't
give her a free pass.
- Okay, tell me
you got something.
- We have a theory.
- We have nothing.
- Animals are going crazy,
and, somehow, someone
is causing the attacks.
- Nathan's right.
You got nothing.
In the club, one hour.
Oh, bring shotguns.
- Hmm!
These really are better.
- Rosemary's are the best.
Zach!
What are you
doing here, bud?
- He woke up lonely
for his daddy.
- Mom.
- He was so worried
about you, though, honey,
going out hunting again after
what happened the other day.
- Mom, he's four.
He's not worried about me.
- Fine.
I don't want you to go.
That better?
- Well, at least
you're being honest.
- So come on home
with us, please.
Okay, let's just go outside.
- It's us three
with the chief.
- This is gonna be fun.
- Oh, yeah.
All kinds of fun.
- They're gonna be blasting
at their shadows all day.
- Where's Vince?
- He doesn't hunt.
He loves all creatures
great and small, he says,
usually with fries.
- Hold up.
This is the back end
of the Minion farm.
It's posted,
we can't go in.
- Ever hear of hot pursuit?
- Hey, this direction isn't
any more likely than another.
- Or any less.
Look, this is all part
of our area to sweep.
We're going in. Let's go.
- This is a bad idea.
- Starting to look
like my definition
of a good day's hunting.
- What?
- We're gonna eat lunch
before anything lunches on us.
Whoa.
- No!
- What the hell are you doing?
- That was a dog!
- I don't think you hit it.
- Of course not.
You hit my gun!
- Yeah, I hit your gun!
It was Jess Minion's pet!
- Oooh!
- Oh!
- What the...
That's stuffed
with rags and sand.
- Dave, are you all right?
What's that?
- So much
for the werewolf theory.
- Yeah,
we have real evidence now,
but I have no idea
what to do with this.
- Dave's
gotta get checked out.
We gotta get him
out of here, okay?
- Okay. What do you
want us to do with this?
- Let me worry about this.
What I want you two
is get out of here
and just stop this nonsense.
- Nonsense?
Like this hunt?
- You think this
plays out better
in the middle
of Main Street, Nathan?
Is that what you think?
Would you just
go get Teagues for me
like I asked you?
Thanks.
Like now.
- Oh, nice.
You know
he saved your life, right?
- Who do you think's
been dealing with all this
before you graced us
with your presence?
Who do you think's gonna be
dealing with it after I'm gone?
I wanted you in this job
because you had a knack
with dealing
with all this crap.
I'm just praying to God
some of it rubs off on him.
- You know what, he's a lot
better at this than you think.
- Well, I tell you what,
Agent Parker.
This is a lot worse
than what you think.
How you doin', Dave?
- That's a weird-looking moose.
- Oh, man.
You look kind of...
- Perfect.
- Yeah, perfect.
Let's get you home.
- All right,
we need to go talk to Jess.
- I know.
- Jess being sympathetic
to your problem,
it makes a lot more sense
if she's troubled too.
- Well, if she is,
how do we stop it?
- If she is,
does she want it to be stopped?
- You hear that?
Are you guys happy now?
- Believe it or not,
it's not my favorite sound,
either, all right?
But we don't have time
for this.
- We've had
three animal attacks.
At least one of them
was stuffed.
- Stuffed?
You're joking, right?
- Both of us were almost killed
by one of these things.
- I'm sorry
that happened, Nathan,
but I cannot help you.
- Jess, if you're troubled,
you might not even
be aware you're doing it.
You might just think
it's part of
whatever rituals you're doing.
- Nathan,
I'm not doing any rituals.
I'm not a witch or a shaman
or anything like that.
The only Micmac
was my mother's mother,
and she was a half-blood.
Most of what I know
is just... stories,
third-hand legends.
- The hieroglyph?
- Wikipedia.
I'm not troubled, Nathan.
I'm just...
I'm just me.
If I had any kind of power,
Officer Parker,
those animals never would have
died in the first place.
- All right, thanks.
I think we're done here.
- Nathan, everything I said
about you is still true.
- No werewolf
and no witch.
- How about some old-fashioned
physical evidence?
- Taste.
The final frontier.
- Look.
- Oh, man.
We're gonna
need some help.
Well, at least clean-up
will be easy.
The rags will
wipe up the sand.
Something smells off.
- Might be this.
Wolfie had a bedtime snack.
Could be a match for T.R.'s.
Well, you want to fill me in
on everything?
Or are my services
no longer required?
- No, I think we have it
from here, thank you.
- Yeah, you keep
telling yourselves that.
Doesn't have to be true
to make you feel better.
Good luck.
- What don't you want
her to know?
- You know the moose
that attacked your dad?
This plaque says that
he shot one up in Arrow...
- Aroostook.
Two years ago?
- Uh-huh.
- You think that was
the same one?
- Do you see a moose?
Wolfie over there,
shot by Donnelly.
This one by T.R. Holt.
The animals
are coming alive
and killing the people
who killed them.
- And then they
just go back to being stuffed?
- See this? I found this
on wolfie over there.
All of them have them.
- C.L. -6?
What does that mean?
- I don't know
what it means,
but between the plaques
and the tags,
we have a timeline.
And the most recently killed
is coming alive first.
- There's
some animals missing.
- All right,
so the first question is,
what's bringing them back?
- No.
First one is,
where's the bear?
- Who killed it?
- Vince, would you just take
your damn
allergy medicine already?
No one cares
if it makes you feel slow.
No one would notice anyway.
Vincent!
- What?
Do you need something?
- Oh!
Get me out of here!
Vincent!
- Help!
Help! Help me! Help!
Somebody help.
Please call the police!
- Help!
- Yep.
It took both of our shotguns
to blow the head off that moose.
These things are useless.
- Ideas?
- Yeah,
let's turn up the heat.
- Fire in the hole!
Those are better
than silver bullets.
- That was damndest thing
I've seen in ages!
- You can be a little less
thrilled, Vince.
It almost killed me.
- I know!
- All right, I know
that you guys are excited,
but we really
need to discuss
how you're gonna
write about this.
- You're worried
how it'll look in The Herald?
- Does it have
to look like anything?
- What do you think
it's gonna look like, Dave?
Uh, rabies?
- Right time of year.
- Oh, don't worry.
We'll think
of something, dear.
We always do.
- Uh, hey,
do you guys, uh...
do you recognize this?
It came off the animal
that attacked T.R.
- Maker's mark.
My bear had one
just like it.
"C.L. - 6."
- Initials?
"Canis lupus number six"
is my bet.
Probably means
it's the sixth wolf
that Landon Taylor stuffed.
I recognize his mark.
- Landon?
- Hey, Landon?
- I'm back here,
cleaning up this mess.
- Looks like another attack.
What happened?
- I just came in
and found this.
Do you think this was
one of those rabid animals?
- The animals aren't rabid.
- You've heard about
the troubles, haven't you?
- The troubles.
- We found this
inside an animal
that was killed
while attacking someone.
- Recognize this?
- All the attacking animals
are stuffed...
by you.
- This is, uh...
this is ours.
- It came from the moose
the chief killed two years ago.
- The animals are killing
the people who killed them,
and yours must be
coming after you too.
- If that's true,
they'd all have to be destroyed.
I mean, all of them...
I have to end this.
- What are you doing here?
- We just came
for Landon's help.
- Stay away from my son.
You're making a mistake.
He has nothing
to do with this.
- Mom, stop.
- Landon, get in the car.
Go!
Go.
- I just need to...
- Piper, don't!
- Ma'am.
Down. Down.
Let go. Drop it.
Drop it.
- Ah!
- Landon, your arm.
- How?
- Let me go!
He needs me!
- No, Landon, wait!
Landon, stop!
He didn't stuff himself.
He's not the cause
of this.
- It's my fault.
It's all my fault.
- He said he wanted to destroy
all the animals.
- He can't do that.
- Why?
- I can feel them.
They're all waking up.
- But I thought Landon was
the taxidermist.
- He was.
I never sewed them.
I just gave him
some of my sewing rags.
I... I had no idea
that would be enough to...
- To bring them back?
- When I found him
in the fire,
his wife was burned.
I... I couldn't save her.
But Lanny wasn't.
He must have
just suffocated.
He looked
like he was still alive.
I couldn't help myself.
I just... I just couldn't
help myself.
- So you said that you could
feel them waking up?
- When Landon came back,
I felt it.
But then everything was fine
until...
he almost got shot
the other day.
And this feeling,
it just kept getting
stronger and stronger.
- Well, from what I've seen,
the stress,
it makes these things worse.
- My father wanted me
to be careful.
I thought I was.
All I ever wanted to do
was to keep him safe.
- Landon, stop!
- Piper, stay here.
- He's my son.
- Easy, guys,
we're on your side.
- Speak for yourself.
- Landon?
Damn it.
We gotta hurry.
- I'm sorry,
but I made you,
and I have to stop you.
- Landon, get out of there!
The animals you killed
are waking up!
- They're coming for you!
- Landon!
Landon, stop.
- Mom! Open up!
We have to kill them!
- Piper!
- This is my fault.
I started this!
- Piper!
- Piper!
- Mom!
- If they kill me, they stop
and won't come after you!
Now go!
Mom, get out of there!
- It ends with me.
- They killed
three wolves today.
God knows what else.
- Is the rabies story
sticking?
- Not sure I care.
One way or another, we'll make
everyone think it's all right.
- It is, Nathan.
It's better, anyway.
I think it was the fire
that caused
Piper's condition
to flare up,
and then she, uh,
revived Landon.
So when Landon
was almost shot...
- Her condition
went into overdrive.
- So what are
we gonna tell him?
- The truth.
I'm sorry about
what happened to your mother.
- We're destroying
all the animals
that your mom brought back
just to be safe.
- Except for me.
Or did you change
your minds about that?
- Landon, this doesn't
have to be so bad.
You still have Zach
to live for.
- Is that what I'm doing?
Living?
I'm not even real,
Officer Parker.
- Nathan.
- I can't feel that.
You and I have
a lot in common.
We're different,
but you know what?
Doesn't make us
any less than anyone else.
In some ways,
maybe it makes us even more.
You've been this way
for how long?
Six months?
Were you any less
a father to him?
Did he even notice?
- No.
- That's right.
'Cause you're
more than this.
Maybe even a little magic.
- Maybe that's true.
Come here, buddy.
This way.
- Do you really believe that,
that you're magic?
- Not quite.
- Well, you just saved
that man's life.
It may not be magic,
but it sure is close.
- What now?
Did someone else die?
- Actually, yes.
That's not why I'm here.
I came to say I'm sorry.
- You're sorry?
- What you said was true.
I don't know...
I don't know about magic,
but I'm
definitely something...
different.
Or I could be.
- I kind of like you
the way you are.
- Um...
Do you want
to get some pancakes?
- I don't like pancakes.
But I'd love to have
breakfast with you.
- You wanted to see me,
kiddo?
- Hey, thanks for coming.
Listen, there's a lot going
on around here
that nobody is telling me,
and for some reason...
I trust you, Eleanor.
- That's your first mistake.
- You did the M.E. report,
right?
You saw what I saw.
You saw what
was left of Piper.
- I saw a lot of rags
thrown around the room.
- Exactly.
- And that's what's going
into your report too, isn't it?
- Sure.
'Cause that's what
goes in a report, right?
Piper was stuffed,
and then she stuffed
her son.
It must have been going on
for generations,
and I just...
I just...
I couldn't write that down.
- I'm guessing you didn't tell
Landon the truth, either.
- No.
I thought if something awful
happened to his boy that...
Well, if he knew,
then he would be tempted
to stuff him too.
But I... I just don't feel
right about this.
This is just another secret
that's gonna play itself out
all over again.
- You do what you can...
And the world goes on.
Here.
This'll make you
feel better.
- Is that Rosemary's?
- Yeah.
I'm gonna do what I can
to help you find out
about your mum.
- Wait, you would do that?
- Well, we gotta
stick together up here.
You're not a summer person
anymore, kid.
Watch out!
You seriously
can't feel pain?
- It's called
idiopathic neuropathy.
Chief Wournos, this is...
- Special Agent Audrey Parker.
- This could be why I thought
I recognized you.
- We found that in our
newspaper archives
from 27 years ago.
- All right, I have a theory.
- Surprise.
- There are two different
Havens.
There's the one that's
right beneath the surface,
and then there's one
right underneath that.
- This is a whole new world.
- Did you see anything?
- Yeah.
A big metal ball
crushed my place.
- You like it.
The weirdness.
- I've seen this movie.
- You know, you have
a very rare talent.
You see things
the way they are.
- Crap.
All right,
can we at least agree
that whatever's going on here,
this is not normal?
- Yeah.
- Damn it.
Aah!
- Hey!
Hey, what...
Eleanor,
what are you doing?
- Teaching the summer people
where not to park.
- What? It's a perfectly
good parking spot.
- Back in '87, the Gibson girl
got hit by a car.
She couldn't see it,
because the car parked here
blocked the sight line,
so no one parks here now.
- And how exactly
am I supposed to know that?
What about posting a sign?
Gah, why does everything
in this town
have to be
such a huge secret?
- No one'll talk
to you about your mother, huh?
- Apparently, I don't have
the secret password yet.
- Well, you stick out, Audrey.
You gotta learn
to be a local.
For instance, Larissa's
baked goods are too dry.
Rosemary's are better.
Ah, give it 10 or 15 years,
kiddo, you'll be fine.
- Parker.
Hey, where's
the Haven Hunt Club?
So what is this exactly?
I'm picturing
a lot of deer heads
staring down at everyone.
- Yep, except
most of the hunting is guys
using shots of whiskey
to bring down business deals.
It's exclusive.
Well, not that exclusive.
They let my father join.
- You mean the chief?
- I mean my father.
This is his personal life.
- And, uh, it's not yours,
apparently.
- Nope. Not a big fan
of killing for fun.
- All right,
so who's the victim?
- T.R. Holt.
Divorced, old money.
- Whoa!
- Consensus says
it was a wolf attack,
but we'll have to analyze
the fur to make sure.
Probably rabid.
They think it broke
the window to get in.
- But you don't?
- Rabid wolves bite and run.
They don't feed like this.
- But they break into cars,
apparently.
All right, so what,
he used his head
to bash in the window?
I mean, unless
he's as numb as you are,
or he just really,
really wanted to get in.
Something about this
just feels creepy.
- Full moon last night.
- Oh, look at you,
trying to make a werewolf joke.
You know,
you should smile more often.
People will know
when you're joking.
- Probably.
We got a problem.
Manager says that Holt
was arguing
with a guy named Brad Donnelly
when he left last night.
- All right,
and the problem is?
- My father.
They're both friends of his.
- You want to blame this
on Brad Donnelly?
How does that
even begin to make sense?
- Chief, wolves don't just...
- Look, don't be telling me
what they do
or what they don't do.
I'm looking
at what one of 'em did.
That animal's
got to be killed, that's it.
- Before it teaches other wolves
to break into cars?
- We're gonna
organize a hunt.
Put out the call
for volunteers.
You're helping on this.
- Putting dozens of men
in the forest
blasting at everything
that moves is not a good idea.
- You see, that's exactly
where you're wrong.
- If we don't investigate
and something comes out later,
it'll look like you were
covering for your buddies.
- Look, it's gonna take
some time to organize your hunt.
All right?
So just give us the day.
- Okay, take the day.
Nothing else better happen.
# #
- What were T.R. and Donnelly
fighting about?
- A woman.
I don't know who.
- Was it the kind of fight
worth killing someone over?
- How would I know?
These guys live
to piss on each other.
Go find Landon, talk to him.
I think he's around here
somewhere.
- Landon Taylor?
Owns the dry cleaners
over on Prince?
- Yeah.
He hangs around here a lot
ever since his wife died
in that fire.
I heard T.R. and Donnelly
damn near blew his head off
a couple of days ago,
fighting about something.
- Whenever you're ready,
Landon.
- Pull!
Didn't lead it enough.
- Oh, no, you led it fine.
Your aim was just low.
- I think I can tell, thanks.
- Okay, if you think so.
- I'm sure you think
you could do better?
- Oh, by better, do you mean
hit the target?
- Here.
School me.
- All right.
Keep 'em coming.
Pull.
Pull!
All right, how many of these
do I need to do?
My shoulder's starting
to get sore.
- I have been to school,
and I have learned.
- Can we go talk
for a minute, Landon?
- You all know
why we're here.
T.R.'s dead.
I want parties to start up
by the Derry Road,
come back
across state land.
We'll drive the sucker
to the sea.
Who's game?
- Excuse me.
Gentlemen,
Mr. Donnelly.
- Detective, you joining in?
- No, sir.
Neither are you.
I need you all
to stand down.
I know you all want to get
the animal that did this.
That's understandable.
But the chief has asked
that we hold off till tomorrow.
- You saw the car, Wuornos.
What's to investigate?
- Go on, everybody.
Go on.
- Gillespie said
that you had been shot at?
- Yeah? Well...
It's no big deal.
- Getting shot at
is always a big deal.
You were with
T.R. and Donnelly, right?
- Yeah, but, uh...
- But...
You don't think
you were the target?
- No.
- All right,
so who was shooting at who?
All right, listen, I don't mean
to cause any trouble here.
I just... I need to know
what happened.
- Donnelly fired, a bullet hit
a tree right next to me, okay?
Scared me half to death.
- Donnelly shot at T. R?
- I hate to think so.
Accidents do happen
out there.
- Mr. Donnelly,
we want to talk to you.
- Wait, I've seen you around.
You're that FBI girl,
Parker.
- Oh, keen eyes.
Makes me wonder
how you missed that shot
that you took
at T.R. the other day.
Coincidences make me curious.
- T.R. wasn't shot,
and I didn't shoot him.
There's a coincidence for you.
- But you were
fighting with him.
- T.R. and I
were like brothers.
Fought, drank,
raised hell...
like brothers.
Nobody's gonna miss
that poor bastard more than me.
- Donnelly's hiding something.
- Besides his charms?
Yeah, I don't doubt it.
But I don't buy
murder by animal.
- Oh, there they are.
- Landon confirmed
that T.R. shot at Donnelly?
- Well, Landon didn't really
know one way or another.
- Just the people
we were looking for.
- Don't have anything,
for you, fellas.
- Unless you want a pastry.
- Are those Larissa's?
- You bet they are.
- Pass.
- You should try Rosemary's.
- Oh, so I've heard.
Hey, uh, can we talk
off the record?
- That sounds exciting.
- He says that when the waiter
offers to pepper his salad.
- What do you guys
know about T.R. and Donnelly?
- Apparently, they were
quarrelling over a woman.
- Oh, there's
that Jess Minion woman.
She's some kind of
animal rights and wrongs person.
- The word's "activist,"
Vince.
- She's a witch.
- Got that right.
- They were fighting
over her?
- With maybe, not over.
I mean, everyone at the club
agrees she's a pain in the ass.
- Only if you
like shooting animals.
- Okay, wait, wait.
You're a member of the club,
Dave?
- 35 years.
More likely, uh,
they were fighting
over Brad Donnelly's wife,
Susanna.
- The dead guy had something
with Donnelly's wife?
- That's what people
were saying, anyway.
- It was mostly Dave
saying it.
- Well, even a rumor
of adultery can be enough.
Oh, yeah.
These are awful.
- That's what you've got?
- Yeah.
- If you take the gossip
down at that club serious,
half the town
would be locked up.
- Half the town isn't dead.
- Not yet.
They expedited your lab work.
They just confirmed it
an "unusual event,"
like we didn't
already know that.
- There's gotta be a connection
with Donnelly here, I know it.
- Officer Parker,
you can know it later,
after we get that wolf.
- This wasn't
an ordinary wolf attack.
- This town's scared.
Mayor wants a curfew,
and I am this close
to ordering it,
so unless
there's some real evidence
that you haven't seen fit
to mention...
Let's get it rolling.
The hunt's on.
Aah!
- Donnelly and T.R.
Both within 24 hours?
That doesn't just happen.
- Don't get
a lot of wolf attacks
inside people's garages,
either.
- How are you stocked
for silver bullets?
- Funny.
- I'm not sure
that was a joke.
- Full moon was last night.
How many nights
do werewolves get?
- There are rules?
Who says?
- Same guy who says
silver bullets actually work.
- Come on,
let's go talk to his wife.
- We have reports the men
were fighting over a woman.
- You assumed it was me.
But I bet it was
that Jess Minion woman.
She's been hexing us.
You didn't know?
Right there.
She told Brad it was some kind
of Micmac witch mark.
Supposed to say something
to the animals about us.
- Thanks, Susanna.
If we need you,
we'll be in touch.
- Sure, but soon
as probate clears,
I'm moving back to Tallahassee.
- Thanks for your time.
- Okay, I've seen
that mark before
at the Hunt Club.
- You really think
this Jess Minion is a witch?
- What? We were just talking
about werewolves a second ago,
and now witches
are out of bounds?
She's an animal rights
activist,
and I saw this mark at the site
of the two other attacks.
- Witch or not,
she's a person of interest.
- Okay.
So let's be interested.
- Took you long enough.
I was expecting you
last night.
- You've been waiting for us?
- T.R. is dead.
He hated me.
Seemed inevitable
you'd show up here.
You're Audrey Parker,
federal agent in exile,
and you are Nathan Wuornos,
detective, son of chief,
and I'm Jess Minion,
suspect du jour.
- You seem to know a lot
for someone who's
only been here for a year.
You're a Quebecer,
aren't you?
- Qu?b?coise, yeah.
You checked up on me too.
This was
my grandmother's farm.
I summered here as a child.
Now it's mine.
- All right,
back to why T.R. hated you...
- I have 90 acres here.
I'm letting it go back
to what it wants to be.
I don't let the club hunt
on it.
- I've heard reports
you've taken a few potshots
at them out there.
- 5:00 in the morning,
how can you tell a banker
from a thief?
Hard enough
in full daylight, right?
- Can you explain this?
- It's a Micmac hieroglyph.
It means offering forgiveness.
- Are you aware that
Brad Donnelly died last night
the same way T.R. did?
By a wolf.
- I guess
they didn't forgive him.
Come with me.
Each of those stones
marks an animal
that's died on this land.
Wounded by guns,
maimed by traps, poisoned.
One step from being stuffed
and put on display.
- Your people
kill animals too.
- We use them.
We don't mock them.
If the spirits
of these animals
come knocking at the doors
of these guys,
looking for revenge,
it's not a crime.
That is justice.
- Ms. Minion, why do people
think that you're a witch?
- Maybe because they don't
like the way I think.
- So you're not a witch.
- What's a witch?
Someone who does magic?
What do you think
the troubles are?
Magic is everywhere here.
It's in the soil,
the water, in us.
You suffer so much
because you can't understand
what's happened to you.
You know it's not
a medical condition,
but you don't want to face
the real truth.
You have been
transformed by magic.
You're not less, Nathan.
You're more.
The only thing wrong
with you is your perspective.
- So where were you
last night around 8:00 p. m?
- Relax.
I didn't kill anyone.
If you want to check,
call the AAA.
Had my car towed in Derry.
- Easy enough.
Thanks for your time.
- Anytime.
- I don't believe
she's a witch.
- Whatever she is,
she is interesting.
- Brad Donnelly's death...
- Is still under investigation.
- Guys, we don't
have time for this.
- What do you think
about the reward?
- Reward?
- Club members pitched in
to put a bounty on this wolf.
They're shooting for $10,000.
- Terrible, isn't it?
- Yeah, about time.
People are scared.
- We'll keep you posted.
All right.
Okay, so what do we have?
We have a wolf
inside Donnelly's garage,
but do you buy a wild animal
stalking its prey indoors?
- No, and we have
another broken window.
It's back to human help.
- An animal trainer?
Drugged animals?
But getting in and out
unnoticed?
- Tough sell.
- What if it's
not an animal trainer
but more like, uh,
you know,
an animal whisperer?
Somebody who's,
I don't know,
but can make animals do things.
- Like an evil Dr. Dolittle?
- Or, you know,
like a witch.
- Come on.
Jess gave
the easiest alibi to check.
Here.
- Oh, wait, what difference
does it make about the alibi?
I mean, if you can compel
animals to do something,
you don't have to be there
when it happens.
- Okay, this is ridiculous.
- Just because you like her,
that doesn't
give her a free pass.
- Okay, tell me
you got something.
- We have a theory.
- We have nothing.
- Animals are going crazy,
and, somehow, someone
is causing the attacks.
- Nathan's right.
You got nothing.
In the club, one hour.
Oh, bring shotguns.
- Hmm!
These really are better.
- Rosemary's are the best.
Zach!
What are you
doing here, bud?
- He woke up lonely
for his daddy.
- Mom.
- He was so worried
about you, though, honey,
going out hunting again after
what happened the other day.
- Mom, he's four.
He's not worried about me.
- Fine.
I don't want you to go.
That better?
- Well, at least
you're being honest.
- So come on home
with us, please.
Okay, let's just go outside.
- It's us three
with the chief.
- This is gonna be fun.
- Oh, yeah.
All kinds of fun.
- They're gonna be blasting
at their shadows all day.
- Where's Vince?
- He doesn't hunt.
He loves all creatures
great and small, he says,
usually with fries.
- Hold up.
This is the back end
of the Minion farm.
It's posted,
we can't go in.
- Ever hear of hot pursuit?
- Hey, this direction isn't
any more likely than another.
- Or any less.
Look, this is all part
of our area to sweep.
We're going in. Let's go.
- This is a bad idea.
- Starting to look
like my definition
of a good day's hunting.
- What?
- We're gonna eat lunch
before anything lunches on us.
Whoa.
- No!
- What the hell are you doing?
- That was a dog!
- I don't think you hit it.
- Of course not.
You hit my gun!
- Yeah, I hit your gun!
It was Jess Minion's pet!
- Oooh!
- Oh!
- What the...
That's stuffed
with rags and sand.
- Dave, are you all right?
What's that?
- So much
for the werewolf theory.
- Yeah,
we have real evidence now,
but I have no idea
what to do with this.
- Dave's
gotta get checked out.
We gotta get him
out of here, okay?
- Okay. What do you
want us to do with this?
- Let me worry about this.
What I want you two
is get out of here
and just stop this nonsense.
- Nonsense?
Like this hunt?
- You think this
plays out better
in the middle
of Main Street, Nathan?
Is that what you think?
Would you just
go get Teagues for me
like I asked you?
Thanks.
Like now.
- Oh, nice.
You know
he saved your life, right?
- Who do you think's
been dealing with all this
before you graced us
with your presence?
Who do you think's gonna be
dealing with it after I'm gone?
I wanted you in this job
because you had a knack
with dealing
with all this crap.
I'm just praying to God
some of it rubs off on him.
- You know what, he's a lot
better at this than you think.
- Well, I tell you what,
Agent Parker.
This is a lot worse
than what you think.
How you doin', Dave?
- That's a weird-looking moose.
- Oh, man.
You look kind of...
- Perfect.
- Yeah, perfect.
Let's get you home.
- All right,
we need to go talk to Jess.
- I know.
- Jess being sympathetic
to your problem,
it makes a lot more sense
if she's troubled too.
- Well, if she is,
how do we stop it?
- If she is,
does she want it to be stopped?
- You hear that?
Are you guys happy now?
- Believe it or not,
it's not my favorite sound,
either, all right?
But we don't have time
for this.
- We've had
three animal attacks.
At least one of them
was stuffed.
- Stuffed?
You're joking, right?
- Both of us were almost killed
by one of these things.
- I'm sorry
that happened, Nathan,
but I cannot help you.
- Jess, if you're troubled,
you might not even
be aware you're doing it.
You might just think
it's part of
whatever rituals you're doing.
- Nathan,
I'm not doing any rituals.
I'm not a witch or a shaman
or anything like that.
The only Micmac
was my mother's mother,
and she was a half-blood.
Most of what I know
is just... stories,
third-hand legends.
- The hieroglyph?
- Wikipedia.
I'm not troubled, Nathan.
I'm just...
I'm just me.
If I had any kind of power,
Officer Parker,
those animals never would have
died in the first place.
- All right, thanks.
I think we're done here.
- Nathan, everything I said
about you is still true.
- No werewolf
and no witch.
- How about some old-fashioned
physical evidence?
- Taste.
The final frontier.
- Look.
- Oh, man.
We're gonna
need some help.
Well, at least clean-up
will be easy.
The rags will
wipe up the sand.
Something smells off.
- Might be this.
Wolfie had a bedtime snack.
Could be a match for T.R.'s.
Well, you want to fill me in
on everything?
Or are my services
no longer required?
- No, I think we have it
from here, thank you.
- Yeah, you keep
telling yourselves that.
Doesn't have to be true
to make you feel better.
Good luck.
- What don't you want
her to know?
- You know the moose
that attacked your dad?
This plaque says that
he shot one up in Arrow...
- Aroostook.
Two years ago?
- Uh-huh.
- You think that was
the same one?
- Do you see a moose?
Wolfie over there,
shot by Donnelly.
This one by T.R. Holt.
The animals
are coming alive
and killing the people
who killed them.
- And then they
just go back to being stuffed?
- See this? I found this
on wolfie over there.
All of them have them.
- C.L. -6?
What does that mean?
- I don't know
what it means,
but between the plaques
and the tags,
we have a timeline.
And the most recently killed
is coming alive first.
- There's
some animals missing.
- All right,
so the first question is,
what's bringing them back?
- No.
First one is,
where's the bear?
- Who killed it?
- Vince, would you just take
your damn
allergy medicine already?
No one cares
if it makes you feel slow.
No one would notice anyway.
Vincent!
- What?
Do you need something?
- Oh!
Get me out of here!
Vincent!
- Help!
Help! Help me! Help!
Somebody help.
Please call the police!
- Help!
- Yep.
It took both of our shotguns
to blow the head off that moose.
These things are useless.
- Ideas?
- Yeah,
let's turn up the heat.
- Fire in the hole!
Those are better
than silver bullets.
- That was damndest thing
I've seen in ages!
- You can be a little less
thrilled, Vince.
It almost killed me.
- I know!
- All right, I know
that you guys are excited,
but we really
need to discuss
how you're gonna
write about this.
- You're worried
how it'll look in The Herald?
- Does it have
to look like anything?
- What do you think
it's gonna look like, Dave?
Uh, rabies?
- Right time of year.
- Oh, don't worry.
We'll think
of something, dear.
We always do.
- Uh, hey,
do you guys, uh...
do you recognize this?
It came off the animal
that attacked T.R.
- Maker's mark.
My bear had one
just like it.
"C.L. - 6."
- Initials?
"Canis lupus number six"
is my bet.
Probably means
it's the sixth wolf
that Landon Taylor stuffed.
I recognize his mark.
- Landon?
- Hey, Landon?
- I'm back here,
cleaning up this mess.
- Looks like another attack.
What happened?
- I just came in
and found this.
Do you think this was
one of those rabid animals?
- The animals aren't rabid.
- You've heard about
the troubles, haven't you?
- The troubles.
- We found this
inside an animal
that was killed
while attacking someone.
- Recognize this?
- All the attacking animals
are stuffed...
by you.
- This is, uh...
this is ours.
- It came from the moose
the chief killed two years ago.
- The animals are killing
the people who killed them,
and yours must be
coming after you too.
- If that's true,
they'd all have to be destroyed.
I mean, all of them...
I have to end this.
- What are you doing here?
- We just came
for Landon's help.
- Stay away from my son.
You're making a mistake.
He has nothing
to do with this.
- Mom, stop.
- Landon, get in the car.
Go!
Go.
- I just need to...
- Piper, don't!
- Ma'am.
Down. Down.
Let go. Drop it.
Drop it.
- Ah!
- Landon, your arm.
- How?
- Let me go!
He needs me!
- No, Landon, wait!
Landon, stop!
He didn't stuff himself.
He's not the cause
of this.
- It's my fault.
It's all my fault.
- He said he wanted to destroy
all the animals.
- He can't do that.
- Why?
- I can feel them.
They're all waking up.
- But I thought Landon was
the taxidermist.
- He was.
I never sewed them.
I just gave him
some of my sewing rags.
I... I had no idea
that would be enough to...
- To bring them back?
- When I found him
in the fire,
his wife was burned.
I... I couldn't save her.
But Lanny wasn't.
He must have
just suffocated.
He looked
like he was still alive.
I couldn't help myself.
I just... I just couldn't
help myself.
- So you said that you could
feel them waking up?
- When Landon came back,
I felt it.
But then everything was fine
until...
he almost got shot
the other day.
And this feeling,
it just kept getting
stronger and stronger.
- Well, from what I've seen,
the stress,
it makes these things worse.
- My father wanted me
to be careful.
I thought I was.
All I ever wanted to do
was to keep him safe.
- Landon, stop!
- Piper, stay here.
- He's my son.
- Easy, guys,
we're on your side.
- Speak for yourself.
- Landon?
Damn it.
We gotta hurry.
- I'm sorry,
but I made you,
and I have to stop you.
- Landon, get out of there!
The animals you killed
are waking up!
- They're coming for you!
- Landon!
Landon, stop.
- Mom! Open up!
We have to kill them!
- Piper!
- This is my fault.
I started this!
- Piper!
- Piper!
- Mom!
- If they kill me, they stop
and won't come after you!
Now go!
Mom, get out of there!
- It ends with me.
- They killed
three wolves today.
God knows what else.
- Is the rabies story
sticking?
- Not sure I care.
One way or another, we'll make
everyone think it's all right.
- It is, Nathan.
It's better, anyway.
I think it was the fire
that caused
Piper's condition
to flare up,
and then she, uh,
revived Landon.
So when Landon
was almost shot...
- Her condition
went into overdrive.
- So what are
we gonna tell him?
- The truth.
I'm sorry about
what happened to your mother.
- We're destroying
all the animals
that your mom brought back
just to be safe.
- Except for me.
Or did you change
your minds about that?
- Landon, this doesn't
have to be so bad.
You still have Zach
to live for.
- Is that what I'm doing?
Living?
I'm not even real,
Officer Parker.
- Nathan.
- I can't feel that.
You and I have
a lot in common.
We're different,
but you know what?
Doesn't make us
any less than anyone else.
In some ways,
maybe it makes us even more.
You've been this way
for how long?
Six months?
Were you any less
a father to him?
Did he even notice?
- No.
- That's right.
'Cause you're
more than this.
Maybe even a little magic.
- Maybe that's true.
Come here, buddy.
This way.
- Do you really believe that,
that you're magic?
- Not quite.
- Well, you just saved
that man's life.
It may not be magic,
but it sure is close.
- What now?
Did someone else die?
- Actually, yes.
That's not why I'm here.
I came to say I'm sorry.
- You're sorry?
- What you said was true.
I don't know...
I don't know about magic,
but I'm
definitely something...
different.
Or I could be.
- I kind of like you
the way you are.
- Um...
Do you want
to get some pancakes?
- I don't like pancakes.
But I'd love to have
breakfast with you.
- You wanted to see me,
kiddo?
- Hey, thanks for coming.
Listen, there's a lot going
on around here
that nobody is telling me,
and for some reason...
I trust you, Eleanor.
- That's your first mistake.
- You did the M.E. report,
right?
You saw what I saw.
You saw what
was left of Piper.
- I saw a lot of rags
thrown around the room.
- Exactly.
- And that's what's going
into your report too, isn't it?
- Sure.
'Cause that's what
goes in a report, right?
Piper was stuffed,
and then she stuffed
her son.
It must have been going on
for generations,
and I just...
I just...
I couldn't write that down.
- I'm guessing you didn't tell
Landon the truth, either.
- No.
I thought if something awful
happened to his boy that...
Well, if he knew,
then he would be tempted
to stuff him too.
But I... I just don't feel
right about this.
This is just another secret
that's gonna play itself out
all over again.
- You do what you can...
And the world goes on.
Here.
This'll make you
feel better.
- Is that Rosemary's?
- Yeah.
I'm gonna do what I can
to help you find out
about your mum.
- Wait, you would do that?
- Well, we gotta
stick together up here.
You're not a summer person
anymore, kid.