- Previously on Haven...
- FBI! Who are you? - Haven PD. Who are you?
- FBI. Are you deaf?
- Chief Wuornos, this is-
- Special Agent Audrey Parker.
- Gun trace came in.
It belongs to a guy I know:
Duke Crocker.
- You took my clothes. - I saved your life.
- You must be Duke.
Oh! I'm sorry. Are you all right?
- It's all right. I didn't feel it.
- You seriously can't feel pain? - No.
- Dave Tiggs. My brother, Vince.
Publishers of the Haven Heraid.
- This could be why I thought I recognize you.
- She looks like you.
- Yeah, I know.
You know that vacation time I never take?
I need a few weeks.
There's just something I need to look into.
- She's staying.
Maybe she can help you with your troubles.
- Good night.
Running late again, Otis.
I'll be back tomorrow to finish the week's receipts.
- Sounds good. - Hannah!
- Dad.
- I thought you said you weren't working here anymore.
- Well, I'm not working very much.
- This is time you should be spending with Bobby
or volunteering,
not wasting your time in this pit of a bar.
- Hey! Watch your mouth.
- Listen, if you want to spend your time
selling poison to losers, that's your business.
If my daughter wants to waste her time
bookkeeping for you, that's mine!
- Come on inside. I'll buy you a drink.
You liked it straight up, from what I remember, right?
- You take care, Otis.
Hannah, let's go!
- Come on, sweetheart.
I'm sorry.
- What the hell?
- Sandwich meatball? What?
I wonder when they put that on the menu.
Well, good morning to you too, Agent Parker.
- I need to know more about her.
- I'm fine, thank you very much. Nice of you to ask.
I didn't know you were still in town.
- That's it?
That's all I get, the folksy, local cop brush-off?
- I was shooting for civil.
- Okay, you know what? You-
My bad. Let me take this again.
You were the local beat cop in that photo, right?
You would've taken a witness statement from that woman.
- Maybe. It was a long time ago.
- Wouldn't there be an evidence file?
- It was a long, time, ago.
- This is a funny town you've got here.
- Well I'd say "unique."
Now, is there a point coming my way?
- I've been a lot of help to you recently-discreet help.
And I was just hoping for a little quid pro quo.
- Ooh, that sounds illicit.
- I was shooting for civil.
All right.
Okay, you know what?
It's gonna take a couple of days.
How long are you gonna be in town?
- Well, that depends on you.
- Okay, well, my advice to you is, just relax.
Enjoy yourself.
You know what you ought to do is go and visit
the Haven moose farm.
Not to be missed.
Enjoy the vacation.
- I don't do vacations.
- Then look at it like a learning opportunity.
- Dad.
- Hey.
- You're still in Haven.
- Oh, apparently, I'm vacationing.
- Actually, I'm looking into the woman in the picture...
unsuccessfully.
- What can we do for you, Nathan?
- There's something strange down at the Rust Bucket.
I'm heading out.
- Hey, can I tag along?
I'm not really big on the moose museum.
- It's actually a farm.
- Farm, gallery, museum...
Can I come?
- Well- - I think it's a good idea.
Nathan here can use all the help he can get.
- After you.
- Finally, some peace.
- Whoa.
All right, so first question is,
why is there a giant metal ball?
- Oh, everyone knows that ball.
- Second question:
there's a ball everyone knows about?
- Yeah, it's part of a sculpture
that's usually up on Green Street.
Been there forever.
Every year, high school seniors try and steal it,
fail, pick something else.
- And they fail because...
- It's a big bronze ball.
- Someone's gonna pay for this!
- Excuse me, sir.
Agent-uh, Officer Parker,
Haven PD... sort of.
Did you see anything?
- Yeah, a big metal ball crushed my place.
- Was there anybody pushing it or a truck that unloaded it?
- Just a ball rolling down the hill.
- How about is there a person in particular
that you may have upset recently?
- Ed Driscoll was in my face last night.
- Driscoll was here?
- Yeah.
He's not a big fan of this place since he gave up drinking.
- You know him? - Yeah, I know him.
I also know his place is up on Green Street.
- Where the ball was up until last night.
You don't mind, do you?
- Mind what?
- That I invited myself along.
- It's a huge metal ball. Who could resist that?
- Exactly.
- Well, there's nothing complicated about that ball.
Outer shell of bronze,
filled with about three tons of sand.
- And how long would you say it's been anchored here?
- Church bought it in '68, installed in '69.
Too heavy to move after.
- No rust on these chains.
- Oh, I only put them on last year.
The new insurance company made us do it.
I told them the ball wasn't going anywhere.
- Bet you wish you hadn't said that.
- All right, let's go find Driscoll.
Well, he doesn't look like the kind of guy
who'd get in fights with bartenders
and then destroy the place.
- Just wait until he opens his mouth.
- Why, do you know him well?
- More than I'd like.
- This child belongs to God now.
Amen.
- He will walk in the path of the Lord with us.
It is up to each and every one of us
to keep him on that path.
Hallelujah!
- The best chance he has of staying on God's path
is to live amongst the godly
and to steer clear of the troubled and the ungodly.
Can I hear an "amen"?
Amen.
- Haven...
is a fine place to raise a family.
But you and I know...
it is chock-full of the ungodly!
Can I hear an "amen"?
Amen.
- What the hell was that?
- I have some history with the rev.
- Yeah, well, you think you could have told me that before?
- Probably should've. - Yeah. Probably should've.
Okay, so what do you know about him?
- He's a pompous, self-righteous ass.
Never been violent, as far as I know, just angry.
Been that way since his wife died.
- All right, so do you think you can keep that to yourself
while we go talk to the rev?
Hello?
- You left in a hurry.
And you must be Special Agent Parker.
- You keeping tabs on me, Reverend?
- You're here about the sculpture.
- Tell us about the Rust Bucket.
- It's a cesspool.
Someone in the town did us a favor and destroyed it.
- That someone being you?
- Agent Parker, has anyone taken the opportunity
to welcome you properly to our town?
- Answer Nathan's question.
- I don't condone violence of any kind.
If wanted to destroy that bar,
would I use a sculpture from this very church?
- Then why were you yelling at the bartender last night?
- Hmm. Perfect timing.
Hannah!
Special Agent Parker, this is my daughter Hannah
and her foster son, Bobby.
- Hi.
- Bobby, I told you, don't bring that bike in the church.
- I'm sorry. I forgot.
- Hannah, would you mind telling Agent Parker
why I was expressing my frustration
in the bar last night?
- Well, I'd, um-I'd rather not.
- My daughter hid from me the fact
that she was working there.
And I went there to bring her back to do God's work,
where her talents can be a better service.
- Dad, everyone's waiting for you at the reception.
- Duty calls.
- Hannah, do you have anything that you may want to tell us
about what happened at the Rust Bucket?
- No, sorry.
I only started working there,
and we left hours before it happened.
- Bobby, you heard anything? - No, sir.
- You mind keeping an ear out for us?
- Sure, Nathan.
- Agent Parker?
My daughter Hannah makes a dynamite seafood stew,
every Sunday night, so if you're free,
we'd love to be able
to welcome you properly to our town.
- Thanks, but I have this whole gigantic metal ball thing
that I have to look into.
And I don't think you're telling us everything
about why you were at the Rust Bucket.
- Audrey, you're not from here,
so I've given you the benefit of the doubt.
But let me make something clear:
those are the last questions I'll answer about that place.
- Wow, what a sweetheart.
So what was that between you and his daughter?
- I asked Hannah to the prom without her father's permission.
He found out and said she couldn't go.
- So the prom is why the rev would barely look at you?
- Well, that, and 'cause we ignored him,
went up to the ledge, and watched a meteor shower.
- And...
meteor showers are better naked.
- Nathan Wuornos! - Uh-huh.
- Just another teenage boy
trying to take a girl's clothes off.
- No, the meteor shower was my idea.
The rest was hers. - Ah.
Polyester is so beneath you.
- Hello?
- Nathan! - Parker?
- Nathan! - Parker!
Audrey!
- What did I do on my vacation?
I was cocooned by a blanket.
You came and cut me out. No big deal.
- Still think you should get checked out.
- You know what? I'll-I'll live, okay?
And I know you'll think this is ridiculous,
but when you think about it,
it's got to be the rev that's doing it.
He collects butterflies,
and I saw a butterfly right before I was cocooned.
God, I can't believe I'm saying that.
- Me either.
- Look, you can deny that strange things
are going on around here,
but we need to press the rev, and we need to press him hard.
- What are you gonna say?
"You wrapped me up in a cocoon. Confess."
- Yeah, you might have a point.
- We need to talk to Hannah without the rev around.
I already called the church office.
She's at the food bank.
Her favorite days are when her father's somewhere else.
- They said that?
- Well, I might have added that part.
- Here you go, Howard.
- Thank you.
Bobby, I'm gonna take a break, okay?
- You know what? A break sounds great.
- Hannah, can I talk alone with you for a minute?
- Well- - Bobby, let's take a walk.
- Okay.
- Thanks.
- It's really great that Bobby
does volunteer work with you like that.
- Well, to tell you the truth, he won't leave my side.
Getting him to school in the morning
is not for the faint of heart, believe me.
- So you're his foster mom, right?
- Well, my dad took him in a year ago.
Thank you. - Yeah.
- His family was in a car accident.
Bobby was the only survivor.
- So your dad took him in, but you're his foster mom?
- Dad's good at the big gestures.
It's the day-to-day stuff that bores him.
- Yeah.
You know, taking in a child,
that's, uh-that's an amazing, beautiful thing.
- Actually, you know what? I didn't think I could do it.
What the rev wants, the rev gets.
And now I can't imagine life without him.
- The rev's not easy.
- He's okay.
He's the one that brought me home from the hospital
when my parents died.
And I don't think I came out of my room for a week,
and he didn't try to make me.
And after a while, I started coming down for breakfast,
and he didn't say a word to me, just brought me to school.
He's cool that way.
- Is he always cool that way?
Between me and you, I promise.
- He has moods.
And when he gets weird, I just go to my room, but...
Hannah just takes it.
She's just more used to it, I guess.
- Your dad has quite a temper, doesn't he?
- He doesn't like surprises, that's all.
He's just- he's protective.
- Is that why he doesn't want you to work?
- You know, I know that it's pathetic
that I don't stand up to him.
I always promise myself I will, and then I never do.
If you'll excuse me, I have to finish this.
- Agent Parker!
How dare you? - Hold on, Rev.
- Harass my daughter when she's doing God's work!
- You hit your daughter, Rev?
- I have nothing to explain to you.
- Nathan. - I see it.
- What are you doing?
Hey!
- The last time I saw a butterfly like that,
I ended up in a cocoon.
- Have you both lost your minds?
What's happening?
My God! What's happening?
Hey! What are you doing?
- Go! Go! Go! Go!
So you think I'm crazy now?
- I never said you were crazy.
- This isn't the first weird thing
I've seen in Haven, Nathan,
and I've only been here a week,
so just-can you tell me what's going on?
- Every town's got a few skeletons in the closet.
- Well, this is a big freaking closet.
All right, can we at least agree
that whatever's going on here, this is not normal?
- Yeah.
- And can we also agree
that whoever's behind this, it can't be the rev?
- Unfortunately.
- Which means it's someone else.
- Did I say, "unfortunately"?
You know what's not working for me?
- The Bucket.
- Yup. Why isn't it working for you?
- Since the rev's no longer a suspect,
the bar's got nothing to do with the hotel or the church.
- They do have one thing in common.
- What's that? - Hannah Driscoll.
- Hannah's got nothing to do with this.
- She worked at the Bucket,
she was there when I grilled her father,
and she has issues with the rev.
- But she didn't have issues with the Rust Bucket.
Why destroy it?
- Okay, let's get the bartender in here
and see what we can find out.
- Fine.
- What was Hannah Driscoll doing for you?
- Just bookkeeping, deposits, payroll,
like that.
- Does she have any reason not to like you?
- Why? What did she say to you?
- Just answer the question.
- I was gonna fire her.
- Why?
- She was dipping in the till.
- Hannah Driscoll?
- I told her I was thinking of letting her go
right before this freak ball thing.
- Can you give us a second?
If he was firing her,
it would give her motive to destroy the place.
- I don't see Hannah stealing.
- Nathan, your prom was last century.
She had a strong motive to attack me.
- I could subpoena her bank records.
- I'm sorry, but yeah-
yeah, I think you need to do that.
- Just heard back from the bank.
Hannah Driscoll doesn't have a bank account in Haven.
- Damn, I had a good feeling about that one.
- But Hannah has $57,000 in an account in Bangor-
far enough away to keep it secret from the rev.
- Well, you could've led with that.
- Mm, could've.
- I got nothing to say to you
except get the hell off my porch.
- Now, that's just unfriendly,
considering we just saved your life.
- You looking for the Lord
in the bottom of a scotch bottle?
- I take Him where I find Him.
- We're here to see Hannah.
- She's not here.
- Where is she?
- Out.
- Where? - Rev.
- Don't you call me that!
- Reverend Driscoll, I think that Hannah
was the one that attacked you.
- Then you're a fool, Officer Parker,
because I wasn't attacked.
- Well, then what would you call it?
Did you know that Hannah had almost $60,000
in a bank account?
She was fired for stealing from the Rust Bucket.
That's why she destroyed it.
- That's not possible.
- Hey, Hannah? Are you here?
- She's not here.
She's at the junior high school science club.
Oh, I pity you, Nathan.
You walk alone, but you think your shadow is the Lord's.
But the lord cast you out, and now you're truly alone.
- Maybe I am alone.
Maybe I always will be.
But I'm not trying to lose myself
in the bottom of a bottle.
- Nathan.
Nathan, let's go.
- I remember when I was in the science club.
Feels like 100 years ago.
- That's 'cause it was 100 years ago.
- Thank you.
- Thanks for helping me out with this.
- Hey, that's what- that's what friends do.
Now, Bobby, you look exhausted.
You're not getting enough sleep.
How late did you stay up working on this?
- Most of the night.
Need to beat your score.
- Well, you finish setting up,
and I am gonna see if I can bribe a judge or two.
- All right, well, I like the way you think.
Mary Lou. - Hi!
- Hannah, is there someplace we can talk?
- Is my father all right?
He said that he was gonna take it easy
after that... event.
- We need to know why you have $57,000 in the bank.
- Hannah,
were you stealing from the Rust Bucket?
Is that why you destroyed it?
- Is that what Otis told you?
- Is it true?
- Otis stopped repaying his bank loan.
The bank hired me to audit his books.
Call them. They'll confirm.
Otis is the one who's skimming.
- Otis is stealing?
- I earned that money.
- How?
- Took me seven years,
and the bank wasn't my only client.
And I didn't put the money in Haven
because my father knows everybody, and he-
he would find out.
- He would find out what?
- I would leave him, just like my mother did.
- Your mother died.
- She died three days after she ran away
with the deacon in the church.
Not the story my dad tells, is it?
If you'll excuse me, I have a few things I have to do
before I get back to help Bobby.
He has a booth on butterflies.
- Butterflies?
- Hey, Bobby.
You here for practice?
- No, I just forgot something in my locker.
- If you change your mind, just come on out anytime.
The team misses you.
- Will do, Coach.
- Bobby?
Bobby! - Hey!
- Crap.
This is gonna suck.
- All right.
- Uh, bench! - Yeah, yeah.
The fire alarm.
Hopefully that'll get us out of here quickly.
Yeah. Hang on.
What the hell just happened here?
- He's a great kid.
- There's nothing strange? You haven't had any problems?
- After what Bobby went through with his parents,
it's amazing there aren't.
Especially since I know Bobby's always felt responsible.
- He does? Why?
- Survivor's guilt.
He's the only one who made it out of the car.
- What happened?
- Driving home from the family cabin,
car lost control.
I don't think the kid's had a decent night's sleep since.
- Did you see him leave?
- Miss Driscoll took him home after the fire alarm.
Probably had to wake him up, though.
- Wait. Wake him up?
- I think he was catching a nap right here in the locker room.
Not the first time either, since the accident.
- Bobby? Hannah? Anybody home?
- What the hell happened here?
- Mm, Rev found the bottom of the bottle.
- Let's go see if Bobby's in his room.
Bobby!
- I don't think they came back here.
- Hey, do you see that?
Does it remind you of anything?
- A certain metal ball.
And these.
The rev's necklace was pulled like a magnet.
- Ah, my personal favorite, the hotel cocoon experience.
- And the water and the wire in the school hallway...
these are the things Bobby sees before he falls asleep.
They must be working their way into his dreams.
- All right, when you dream, it mixes everything up
and it combines it with your fears.
The attacks came out of that,
and he thought we were coming after him.
- Maybe break up his new family.
- He's trying to stay awake. He doesn't want to dream.
- He knows he's hurting people.
- We need to find him before he falls asleep again.
- Where would Bobby and Hannah go, Rev?
- Why should I tell you?
- Sooner you tell me,
the sooner I'm out of your house.
- Miller's Crust.
His parents had a cabin up there.
Just past where they were killed at Twin Pines Overlook.
Now get the hell out of here!
- Works for me.
- That boy...
isn't one of God's people.
He's one of yours, Nathan.
That's why I never let you near my daughter,
because you would have killed her,
just like your people killed my Penny.
- Hmm.
Way I heard it, she was free of you
for three days before she died.
Probably the best three days of her life.
- All right, you know what?
Not now, Nathan.
- The troubles are back, like it or not!
You find that boy,
don't bring him back here!
- Kiddo, why don't you lie down,
and I'll make you something to eat?
Something incredibly unhealthy.
- How about just a coffee?
- No.
When did you start drinking coffee?
- A while ago. - You should be sleeping.
- Hannah, can we talk about something?
- Anything.
- What was that stuff about the troubles?
- I don't want to talk about it.
- All right.
Are you okay?
- I'm okay.
- I know, but it must have been tough-
- I'm okay!
But thanks.
- Bobby, you can't really believe that.
- I don't want to, but when I wake up,
the things that I dreamed happened.
- Sometimes I don't sleep much either, and when I don't,
it really messes with how I'm thinking.
- That's not what's happening to me.
- No.
No, I know it isn't.
I'm just saying that problems
are so much easier to work on when you're rested.
And you're so exhausted.
- Can we just agree to disagree on that one?
- Sure.
Hi, this is Hannah. Please leave a message.
- Hannah, this is Officer Parker.
I need you to make sure that Bobby doesn't fall asleep.
I'll explain when we get there.
- Twin Pines Overlook's coming up soon.
About ten minutes.
Uh...
- Don't need to say it.
- I'm pretty sure that's not gonna help.
Bobby must be dreaming. We have to wake him up.
Seriously? - What?
Ugh.
- Whoa, whoa! Why are you speeding up?
- I'm not!
Bobby is.
- Relax, Bobby.
You're having a nightmare.
- Slow down!
- I'm not controlling the car!
- Maybe if we're in his dream, he can see us.
- Okay, maybe.
Why? What are you thinking?
- Hey, kiddo!
- Are you talking to me?
- No, I'm talking to Bobby, honey.
Bobby, it's Mommy.
Bet you're pumped to get home to your projects, huh?
I'm sure it's great.
Oh, wait. I have to tell your dad something.
Okay, here, it's coming up. Twin Pines Overlook.
- No! - Bobby! Bobby, please!
- No, stop! Go back! - Just wake up!
- Bobby.
It can be different this time.
You can change things.
You can save us this time, Bobby.
I know you can.
I know you can, Bobby. I trust you.
- Dad, don't play with the radio.
Dad, don't play with the radio!
- Nathan.
- No, Dad, don't touch the radio!
Watch the road, please!
- Okay, Bobby. I'm watching the road.
- Whoa!
Whoa.
- You did it, Bobby.
You saved us. Thank you.
- There you go.
It's okay, Bobby. I'm here.
Bobby, stop dawdling,
or we won't make the cabin by nightfall.
- He's a different kind of kid, Hannah.
- Just like you were.
- Like I was.
- Appreciate the help! Thanks!
- Have you told Bobby why the rev
won't let him stay at his house?
- Honestly, I don't know how to tell him.
He always tries to please my father.
That's why he chose butterflies for his science project.
- You'll tell him when the time is right.
- Nathan, I'm sorry I let my father come between us.
- No, it was a long time ago.
- Yeah, it was.
But sometimes I can't help imagine
what my life might've been like if I ignored him
and let you take me away from here.
- We're doing fine here without you!
Anyway...
yeah, I never knew my parents.
- Do you ever think about them?
- You know, there were graduations, proms,
things like that that they didn't,
you know, show up for.
But in a way, you're luckier than me.
- Because I knew my parents.
- Yeah.
And because your new family showed up.
So Dr. Carr gave me these for you.
- What are these? - Imipramine.
It stops night terrors.
It should help for now.
- For now.
- The doc says that it tends not to work on adults.
- Oh. Well, thank you, Audrey.
- Yeah, so did you talk to the reverend?
- It's like we're living like strangers in the same house.
He won't even look at me. - I'm sorry.
- I saw him at the supermarket, and he looked the other way,
just kept moving.
But, you know, his shopping cart
was full of frozen dinners for one,
and I figure that's bound to get old, right?
- Yeah. - Thanks.
- Well, we had a flood here about ten years ago,
so things kind of got shifted around.
As you can see,
evidence tape's still on there.
It's the original.
- What is this? A joke?
- Definitely not.
- What about the photographer who took the picture?
Where's the Colorado Kid buried?
There are still leads that we could track down.
- It's a very old case, Agent Parker.
- She might be my mother.
- Well, then stay here and find her.
- What?
- Why don't you come work for me?
You know, you have a very rare talent.
Most people just want to see things
the way they want to see 'em,
whereas you see things the way they are.
That is a skill that I value.
Hell, it's kind of a skill we desperately need around here.
- Well, that keeps getting clearer.
- So, you know, you could actually make
kind of a difference here,
and, more importantly for you,
I could maybe help you find
some of the answers that you're looking for...
if you were to stay.
- I'll think about it. - Okay.
- Your father just offered me a job.
- What'd you say?
- I said that I would think it over.
- Might be a good idea.
- Really? What makes you say that?
- February 1983. I was seven.
I went sledding on that hill right over there.
I crashed into a tree,
but I felt fine, so I ran back up the hill,
ready to go again,
and Lisa Bottke took one look at me and threw up.
I had blood all over my coat
and a bone sticking out of my arm,
and I never felt a thing.
Wasn't the only thing that happened that year.
Don't remember a lot of it,
just people whispering, kids pulled out of school.
- The troubles.
- Couple years later, I got better,
and I stopped hearing about them.
- And you're afraid they're coming back?
- No.
They are back.
And I'm afraid they won't go away this time.
- I might need to stick around for a while and see.
- You sure you want to do that?
- That crime picture with that woman
that I think might be my mother,
that was taken around the time
that you say the troubles started.
- I think it's all connected.
- I guess we're gonna find out.
You want to grab something to eat?
- How about pancakes?
- Yeah, I could eat some pancakes.