Haven (2010–2015): Season 1, Episode 7 - Sketchy - full transcript

Previously on Haven...

You took my clothes.

And I saved your life.

You must be Duke.

Does she know you're not a real boy?

Consensus says it was a wolf attack,
probably rabid.

Something about this
just feels creepy.

I wanted you because you got a knack
for dealing with all this crap.

I'm just praying to God
some of it rubs off on him.

You really think
this Jess Minion is a witch?

What do you think the troubles are?



Magic is everywhere here.

Whatever she is, she's interesting.

I'm gonna do what I can
to help you find out

about your mom.

Really?

We gotta stick together up here.

The troubles are back, aren't they?

Yeah, I think so.

All right, boys,
let's wipe her down.

- Clean her up.
- Yes, Captain.

- This is nice, right?
- Yep.

Which makes us wonder
why you dragged us all the way out here.

Galley wench,

we're empty!



Wench!

Beer!

Ready, boys?

I got a line
on a sexy little private equity fund.

Like last time?

My wallet is still bleeding.

I'll pass, thanks.
Let's go.

Fellas, wait.
Where are you going?

This deal has huge margins

and a killer matrix.

I can get you in under the wire

if you get me the funds right now.

No, thanks, Wally.
Fool us once...

Boys.

Come on.

We're talking ground floor here.

Guys!

Perfect.

Damn it.

I have your beers.
We ran out of imports, so I had to...

God!

Help!

So you saw the prowler?

A glimpse.

Barely.

He was 6'7".

One eyebrow.

Fu Manchu.

Carried a small slingshot.

Tattoo.

Of what?

Does it matter?

He was a 6'7", unibrow,
sling-shotty monster.

You want to swing by?

Look for footprints?

Yeah.

I guess I should.

I think he needs to come by,
conduct a safety review of your home.

Say around 8:00?

Great.

I shot a deer,
so we're having venison.

You can bring a nice bottle?

- Of wine?
- No, antacid.

You were all about protecting animals
and moving them to safe habitats.

I am.

I usually use a tranquilizer gun,
but it makes them taste funny.

Maybe someone should get that?

Hello.

Nathan police department.
I mean, Haven PD.

Wuornos speaking.

That was painful to watch.

No one was forcing you to.

"Of wine?"

Yeah, we should show that
to suspects who won't talk.

Okay.

It'd probably be cruel
and unusual punishment.

If my personal life is so painful,
maybe you should just stay out of it.

- Hey, I'd love to.
- But you can't. You're incapable.

Numb on the outside,
sensitive on the inside.

Just a second, guys.

- So what happened to him?
- Anybody squeamish?

Not me,
but Nathan's a little sensitive.

All right.

Ruler-straight.

Clean breaks through both femurs
on a horizontal axis.

Massive damage.

- Those are tough bones to have broken.
- Tough for something to break.

They're as thick as spinnakers,
and here, look at this.

Identical fracture in the arm.

It looks to be at a 90-degree angle

to the leg fractures.

Did he lose blood?

'Cause his coloring...

- What's this?
- Well, look at that.

I take that to the lab.

So he was assaulted.
By who?

By what?

Good question.

You know where to find me,
should the occasion arise.

So you want to go talk to Wall Street,
and I'll talk to the Captain?

So you called it in?

It's my boat.
I'm responsible.

You remember any weird waves?
Loose winch line?

Mizzenmast?

I'm from Ohio.

We were at the dock.

I shut down systems have any real power
the minute I tie off.

And this boat is cutting edge
in terms of safety, technology.

Yeah, this is a pretty nice operation
you have here.

A little off the beaten path,
so the extra touches help me compete.

Tell me about the victim?

Wallace is loaded.

High-end tastes.
My bread and butter really.

- Were they having a good time?
- Blue water, big fish, cold beer.

Who's not having a good time?

Me.

Dragging a hook,
that is not my thing.

You'd never make it on Wall Street.

Thank you.

- They claim they didn't see anything.
- Do you believe 'em?

Kept my hand on my wallet
the whole time.

Stories line up.

They say they left him
with the crew.

Took me a while to get their beers.

- If I'd come up sooner...
- Had nothing to do with it.

- Nothing at all.
- So you're her father?

- And Jimmy?
- I'm her fiance.

So this is...

a family crew.

Great.

Personally, I wish she wasn't working
on the boat.

Teacher's salary's small, dad.
We need the money.

But against my better judgment,

Vickie suddenly started
picking shifts.

More time with Jimmy.

And you.

All right, so you brought the beers.

And I stepped onto the deck,

and there was this crunching sound,

and then he was...
he was down.

You didn't see anything?

No, no, we were on the bow
cleaning up from the day's fishing.

Hosing off the spilled wine
and pate.

You didn't catch anything?

- The thing they wanna catch is a buzz.
- Jimmy, go muck out the chain lockers.

Please.

Fact of the matter
is these guys get annoying as hell.

It bothers Jimmy
how hard we work for them.

I mean, hell, it bothers me.

But that's the way it is
for deckhands.

You'd think having an old man
who was one

would have steered her away.

Maybe he was pinched
between the boat and the dock.

- One minute.
- Lots of power in a drifting boat.

55 seconds, that's all we've got.

- For what?
- To rule out what's normal.

All right, so let's keep going.

Sudden acute
early onset osteoporosis?

Not likely.

Sudden bone-crushing weight gain?

I guess the pate could do that.

How about boats are dangerous?

He was at a dock on a powered-down boat
that's nicer than my apartment.

And Vickie saw him crunch
in a pretty weird way.

You're convinced already this...

Yes, because nothing
I've seen lines up

except for two ruler-straight breaks
on Wallace's legs.

And I'm pretty sure
Eleanor winked at me.

- What?
- She's a doctor.

She knows when things aren't normal.

And I'm getting the feeling
she knows a lot more.

- She winked at you?
- There was winkage.

Maybe you're right.

I just sometimes I wish
we could get a normal...

- Brutal assault?
- Doesn't that sound kinda nice?

Why would that be any better?

It wouldn't remind me
of my own problem.

How does any of this remind you
that you have no game with chicks?

Thanks.

Okay, let's say
it's not something normal.

What now?

We go to lunch.

But you're not gonna like it.

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Episode 107
Sketchy

Duke?

Haven's finest.

I could add "ass" to that,
"Haven's finest ass,"

and it would still work

for both of you.

Just in different ways.

You guys want something to drink?

Beer? Wine?

Clamato?

Or you could tell us
what's behind the tarp.

That is the central mystery
of life on the water, isn't it?

What is behind the tarp?

What is behind the tarp?

So many have asked.

So few ever...

find out.

We had a guy standing
on the back of a boat who suffered

from some ruler-straight injuries.

Broke both his legs
right across here.

Boom?

I don't know what sound it made.

I know why he's a boat expert.

Come on, I was kidding.

- It was funny.
- Joke.

Not a sailboat.

Sport fisher.

- Deep-V hull.
- Somebody else's boom.

The ocean, she be a mysterious
and dangerous place.

Like a tarp.

Sure.

just tell us what's behind it.

- Something I'm trying to protect.
- Because you're a model citizen?

I have a code.

Just one that says
I don't have to show you.

In fact, not showing you

will probably be the most fun

that I have today.

Alas...

I hate to see
a beautiful woman suffer.

Pam Seligson,
she's the town librarian.

It's her 80th birthday.

Asked me to hide the setup.

I smuggled it.

All of it,

- from Iceland.
- That is really sweet, Duke.

So glad we came.

Nathan, you there, sugar?

Copy, Laverne.

You better get up
to tradewinds real estate, doll.

Sounds like somebody
got pretty PO'd at their broker.

Bye, Audrey.
You too, sugar.

Ten years on the job,
I've never seen anything like it.

- Who is that?
- Joe Santomauro.

- Real estate agent.
- And what happened to him?

He's been...

sliced all the way through,

like a big loaf of bread.

Look familiar?

What's this have to do
with our fractured friend Wallace?

Did anybody see what happened?

Yes.

Him.

So Joe was a successful
real estate broker?

I don't wanna gossip.

Joe was a little
ethically challenged.

Double-dipped on commissions.

When the market contracted,
the whisper was he started working

with a less-desirable element.

Not tradewinds real estate
kind of people.

Here's my card if you need me.

Will do.

All right, so this Joe
seems like a swell guy.

He learned his ethics
in the same scout troop as Mr. Wallace?

He's been indicted four times.

Fraud times two,
tax evasion times two.

Okay, so let's just say
that Joe did deserve Alec's wrath.

We still have ten witnesses
that say he never touched him.

But he was sitting
right in front of Joe.

What's Alec, a telekinetic vigilante
taking down Haven's scum?

- Doesn't seem like the type.
- No.

Then why would Alec place himself
at the second crime scene

- when we've seen him at the first?
- He wouldn't.

Unless...

unless he can't control himself.

Then Joe just started
sliding out of his seat onto the floor.

Like he was getting...

pulled by something...

and cut.

What were you doing at Joe's office?

- I've been trying to sell my house.
- You're moving?

No, it just seemed...

like time to cash out.

- But Joe didn't get any offers.
- That must had pissed you off.

Having a guy who makes much money
not be able to help you out.

You're getting long in the tooth.
How's the retirement plan coming?

What?

You being tired and mad,

standing in the middle of two rich guys
who took it on the chin yesterday.

That's what I'm talking about, Alec.

I didn't touch anybody,
and there are witnesses.

You know it must be tough
wiping decks for a living,

catering to a bunch of rich slobs,

and then making your daughter
schlep them drinks

while they look her up,
down like a piece of meat.

What the hell is wrong with you?

My fault.

I'm sorry.

What if you had gotten him mad
and something did happen?

A bucket of cold water.
It works on dogs.

Anyway, he didn't hulk out on us,
so obviously he's not our guy.

It's damn near scientific.

Have you ever had a situation
though like this before,

when Haven was dealing
with the troubles back then?

What do you mean?

Both of our victims
were real dirtbags,

con artists,
so this whole thing, it just...

it feels pointed, like someone's
in control of what they're doing.

Couldn't that be a good thing?

Yeah, or a very, very bad thing.

Lab results on that black substance.

Atomized graphite.

- Graphite, like a lubricant?
- Willow charcoal and a little clay.

If it was a lubricant,
whatever it was...

It's sketching charcoal.

Nathan!

I know why you're here, love.

- No, you don't, Mary.
- Got your order here.

Clear varnish for decoupage.

You do decoupage?

Mary, do you sell graphite
and willow charcoal?

- Where do you decoupage, Wuornos?
- Someplace private.

So graphite
and willow-based charcoal?

Dusty but has nice, rich luster.

- Gives great shadows.
- Anybody in town buy it?

I'm not great with records.

I could print you out a copy
of my restocking report.

Maybe I made a note
of who bought it when.

That would be great.

What is decoupage?

And why do you varnish the pictures?

It tints all the colors.
It connects them.

So because you can't feel,
all your other senses like sight,

they're elevated.

For instance, right now my hearing
seems very acute.

I'm just trying
to get to know you, all right?

How are we get to know each other

if we never talk?

You can ask me stuff if you want.

Go ahead, I'm an open book.

Hit me. Shoot.

- What do you think about Jimmy?
- Jimmy?

He bought willow charcoal.

I heard Alec bossing him around
on the boat the other day,

then barking at him
in front of Vickie.

You think that's reason enough to set up
your father-in-law for murder?

Maybe, but if Jimmy knows
that we're on to him

and he's the guy
that's doing all this...

Telekinetic slicing
and breaking of people.

He's not exactly the kind of guy
we can walk on up to and mirandize him.

We need to sneak up on him.

What exactly do you want me to do?

Use your boat
to get close to The Endorfin.

A police boat
is gonna stick out like a sore thumb.

You remember when I asked you
to help me with those parking tickets?

You turned me down.

This is more important
than parking tickets.

That's a matter of perspective, Nathan.
Those things get expensive.

Seriously,
I'm just asking for a favor.

I'm sensing a dangerous trend here.

Truth?

That would be nice.

The Endorfin is
a high-end fishing charter.

It takes out big-ticket customers
who want big-ticket items.

- I can get those things.
- You do business with them?

Yeah.

In fact I'm getting them a delivery
of some very expensive noble grape.

Don't worry.

I paid the customs fees.

And so protecting your business
with the owner

is more important than helping us?

Does it have to be an either/or?

Come on.

I have another idea.

Good luck.

50 cc's of Diazepam.

Drops a grizzly bear in ten seconds.

Do you have anything stronger?

- We don't know who we're up against.
- We're just gonna talk to him.

But if anything happens to us,
just tranq him.

Anything like what?

Like we start bleeding or screaming,
or stuff like that.

- And if it gets dangerous...
- I put it in his neck, fastest place.

I was gonna say "run".

I don't want you at risk here.
This isn't your job.

Okay, I'm fine.
Happy to help you.

Not the date
you were expecting, is it?

But it's coming up, right?

Right.

Hey, Jimmy.

What are you doing?

What I'm always doing.

I'm making it perfect.

That would drive me crazy.

What?

Just having to spend the day

with a bunch of tourist fat cats
telling me what to do.

That's not fair.

Yeah, I know.

You wouldn't believe
some of their...

Jimmy?

What's wrong?

Oh my God.

There... that should keep him sedated
for a while.

You want some?

I'm fine.

I'm sorry to bother you.

I didn't want to take him
to the hospital.

They wouldn't take him anyway
with no health insurance.

You did the right thing
bringing him here.

On some levels,
he is the perfect houseguest.

- You can joke about this?
- I can always joke.

How else does one get through
a winter in Haven, Maine?

- It's the troubles, isn't it?
- I guess so.

Wait.
Why are they here?

I don't know.

Maybe it's some kind
of cosmic test of our character.

If this is a test, you get an A+,
and I get a "You suck".

You're doing fine.

I am?

Really?

Because to be honest with you,
I'm kinda freakin'.

There is something attacking
people intentionally,

and it, whatever it is,
it knows that I am on to it.

The FBI never trained me
for the troubles.

I suppose not.

God, why can't I just walk away
from this town?

You could, but we both know
Haven has its charms.

Is that what you really want,

to leave, go back to the FBI?

I want to find this thing.

And?

And I want to kick its ass.

Is Jimmy going to be okay?

I don't know.

You saw that weirdness.

And I thought you were really brave.

What did I do that was brave?

You didn't pee yourself.

- You should go home, Jess.
- Really?

- Why? I can help.
- How?

How can you help?

There's a guy in the next room
who just lost his face.

There's another down at the morgue
who was shredded.

I'm in the middle
of a freak show here.

This isn't any place
for a normal girl...

with good intentions.

You came to me.

I shouldn't have.

You should go.

Fine.

See you around.

Guess what subject Vickie teaches.

Art.

Vickie.

- Beautiful.
- Thank you.

- Can we talk for a minute?
- Is this about my father?

What about your father?

Nothing.

I couldn't reach him earlier.

I'm sure he just forgot
to charge his cell phone again.

You're lying.

I'm in the middle of class.

We could always ask you to join us
at the station, and we could talk there.

You can't make me go anywhere
unless you arrest me.

If you need some help...

If you want to help me,
leave me alone.

I have to get back to my class.

Really?

"We can always ask you
to join us at the station

"if you want to talk there."

She's worried about her dad.

And I'm betting she doesn't know
what happened to Jimmy.

She's definitely hiding something.

Whatever it is,

maybe we can find evidence
of it at her house.

There's no law
against looking in windows.

Or against checking for locks.

Parker.

Look at that.

Blankets in the windows?

Someone is definitely
hiding something.

Looks like
somebody trashed the place.

That's too bad,
'cause some of these are really good.

Wind.

Inside.

Sure.

Looks like
somebody took these in a hurry.

Or stolen.

Hey, Nathan.

Here's a finished one
someone forgot.

Look familiar?

Nathan!

All right.

Vickie left the school,
I put out an APB.

We can arrest her now.

I agree we should, but for what?

Illegal manufacture
and use of voodoo drawings?

- When I touched your image...
- I was there.

Right.

So I'm guessing
that Wallace was folded and Santomauro

was shredded.

And Jimmy

- got erased?
- The question is:

Where are all the other people
that she sketched?

Not just people.

I stepped on this.

The drawings affect things too.

But why is she scared
if she's in control?

And why use her drawings
to go after Jimmy

and a banker and a Realtor?

Let's ask.
The banker's probably conscious now.

No, wait.

I don't want to leave
this here unguarded,

but I don't want to touch it either.

So what do you wanna do?

I'll call Settle.
Ask him to come watch.

And are you gonna tell him why?

'Cause I think it's really good.

Mr. Wallace.

If you're lawyers, save your breath.

Unless
you've got a 30 mil settlement.

We're cops.

- You figure out what happened to me?
- Yeah.

What we wanna know is why?

I want to know what first.

And you're in a hospital bed,

attached to tubes.

We could leave.

Now.

Okay, see ya.

I was gonna pay the money I owed.

To who?

Vickie?

No.

- Richards.
- Captain Richards?

I only owed him 200 large.

300, whatever.

Suddenly he was a maniac
about collecting it.

Normally he's happy
to earn the interest.

You owed him $300,000 from fishing?

No, I owe him 300,000
because of a stupid parlay

- and the Jets can't make a field goal.
- You bet on the Jets?

What about Joe Santomauro?
Did he owe Richards money too?

Probably.

I saw him out there a few times.

Worst poker player ever.

But I think they had
a real estate deal cooking.

Based on what I heard about Joe,

guessing it went South.

So The Endorfin's more
than just a fishing charter?

He's fishing.

Guys like me.

Rich enough to have a couple of drinks
and get in hock with him.

So...

Vickie is muscle for Richards?

Let's go ask why.

Patrol car picked her up.

What about me?

You got involved
with the wrong kinda people.

Like I don't know that.

Why are you drawing that?

- It's pretty.
- No,

that's not why.

- We know what you can do.
- And you're working for Richards.

I'm sorry,
I have no idea what you're talking...

No, what we don't know
is why you drew Jimmy.

Jimmy?

Is he okay?

He's okay.

I don't want to do this.

I tried to stop.

Why don't you?

My dad.

Richards,

he has my dad hostage.

A few days ago,
I went down to the boat to sketch.

I used to like sketching.

There was a seal on the pier.
I drew it,

gave it to Richards.

He crumpled it.

We both saw what happened.

And he figured out
what your sketches could do.

He came to see me the next day

and said my dad
had been gambling on his boat,

owed a lot of money,
that he'd be working for free forever.

But I could help pay off my dad's debt
by giving him some sketches.

He was only gonna use them
to pressure people.

I know how hard my dad works.

So you drew.

Yes, but when Richards
started hurting people,

I told him I wouldn't do it anymore.

So he got mad.

He grabbed my dad

and told me
if I didn't draw this place by 5:00,

he was gonna kill him.

Why this place?

I know he tried to buy it recently.

That would explain
why he tried to collect all that money.

And why Joe Santomauro,
his real estate agent,

got punished
when he couldn't make the deal happen.

And so if Richards
couldn't buy this place...

He's gonna use her drawings
to destroy it.

Why didn't you just draw
a picture of Richards?

I did.

But the only sketch that works
is the first one I draw.

Richards has the one I did of him hidden
on that boat.

And why did you draw Jimmy?

I drew him before I knew any of this
was happening.

I drew a bunch of people.
I drew half the town.

When Richards came and took my dad,

he took all of my sketches.

If he has all the sketches,
he could hurt people before we take him.

Not just someone.

He has a landscape that I did

from up on King's Point.

Hello.
Out-of-towner.

What's King's Point?

It's the lookout spot.

You can see the whole town
from up there.

Remember the vase?

I'd better call for backup.

Permission to come.

All right, I'll knock next time.

Duke!

- What are you bringing me?
- Well, today...

I have got a lovely

'68 Ch?teau Latour.

Old-growth vines.
Unfortunately for them

but fortunately for us, it disappeared
from a French farmer's cellar

- after he croaked.
- And how'd you get it?

Excuse me?

What?

I just thought we kind of agreed

if we were gonna do business,
we wouldn't ask a lot of questions.

That's exactly
why I like dealing with you.

- How's three grand sound?
- Five sounds better.

And four gets her done?

Yes, it does.

Keep it cool.

- Hate to blow 40 years in a cellar.
- You know, I think...

I think things are really gonna start
picking up for me.

Could probably do more business
if you're interested.

I'm always interested.

All right then.

I have company.

You know them?

Yeah, unfortunately, I do.

Would probably be better
for both of us

if they didn't see me here.

Okay.

- Put these in the cold box below.
- All right.

Vickie?

Detectives?

We know what you did
to Wallace and Santomauro.

I'm sorry?

- What?
- We want to make a deal.

Vickie, you got an Agent.

I'm a businessman.

What deal?

Give us all her pictures,
and we won't shoot you.

She's not very good.

She should know knowledge is power.

And she should know...

I hold all the cards.

You give me what I asked for,

and you two go away.

Or better yet,

Vickie,

- draw them.
- You're not hearing me.

No.

You're not hearing me.

You're hearing me now?

You think you can kill me
before I crumple this,

destroy the whole town?

No.

This really works.

- What took you so long?
- I'm sorry.

It takes me a second to pick a safe.

Well, that's a shock.

Besides, I had to pry open a door

to get that guy out.

I don't want this anymore.

Okay, hold this.

Be careful with it.

The picture.

I can't get it.

Damn it.

Here,
I thought you might like these.

These aren't decorations.

God, no.

Good, 'cause, I got a kinda
funky Mexican farmhouse thing going on.

I don't want it to clash.

I'll be extra careful with these.

Jimmy's recovering.
He looks pretty good.

Yeah, he had a little help
from his fianc?e.

Do you think he's going to be okay?

Yeah, I do.

Audrey.

You kicked its ass.

Nathan.

Hey, Jess.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Came to see about that prowler.

Really?

It's not too dangerous?

Hope not.

Dirty Martini number two.

Are these happy Martinis
or sad Martinis?

It's because I want to thank you,
but that seems almost impossible.

I figure with a big bill,
I can give you a good tip.

- All right.
- No seriously,

thank you, Duke,
for coming through when I called.

Sure.

About those parking tickets...

Why is it so hard for you
to thank me?

I don't know.

'Cause every time we start to be nice
to each other something blows it up.

Maybe you just

ask way too much of me.

I mean, the poking around,
the judging.

The secret to happiness with men?

Lower your expectations.

Everybody knows that.

Why can't you do it?

I'm drinking this swill, aren't I?