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- Previously on Haven...

- He just killed a guy.
- Only because I asked him to.

- It doesn't mean
he's not gonna learn to like it.

- You actually thought
I might kill her.

That my family's legacy
does not control me.

- The serial killer has a tattoo.

One of their members works
at the Gun & Rose Diner.

- And you think they're just going to talk
to you because you have the tattoo now?

- You don't get the tat
unless you're Troubled.

- Can you control it?

- One touch, and you're doubled over
on the floor.

You don't feel it.

- Agent Howard?
- You have to stop.

- Stop what?
- Remembering.

(background chatter)

(sighs)

- Who's there?

(shouting, thud)

(screaming)

- Mr. Crocker,

do you or do you not own
the vehicle in question?

- Does anybody
really own anything, sir?

I mean, I like to think that my truck and I
sort of found each other.

For instance, do you own that gavel?

Does Lynette own that argyle sweater,

or does it own her?
(scattered laughs)

- And how will you be paying
for your parking citations?

- That's the thing, your Honour.

See, I was ticketed for parking
off-road at Doble's Beach,

but above mean-high tide,
that's private property.

Now, was I trespassing? Perhaps.

But I was cited for...

Lynette?

- Um...

"Parking in a no-parking zone."

- Parking.

And can't get a parking ticket
on private property.

- Well, then I'll dismiss the tickets.

- Thank you, your Honour.

- That way, you can drive
to the State Liquor Board

and, uh, pay off
the $5,000 liquor license

for the Grey Gull.

Otherwise, you'll be shut down
at 10 tonight.

It's amazing what turns up
when you put a name in the system.

- Today is looking up.

What the hell's this?

Lady...

I don't suppose you saw
who did this and then...

And then confiscated his knife?

Hey!

What the hell did I ever do to you?

You are gonna regret this.

Tommy, hey, hey, look, I need you
to be a cop right now, 'cause she...

No, no, no, no, look,
this chick was right here, okay?

She... like, tall,
mental, kind of hot.

- You really need to develop
a radar for the crazies, my man.

- No, look, I'm telling you,
she was here, okay?

- Good luck with that.
(laughs)

- Oh, come on, you're not even
gonna take a statement?

Nothing?
- Oh, boy.

- So you saw the Colorado Kid,
a creepy barn,

and your old boss,

who told you
to stop remembering?

- Yeah, and so far, it's worked.

I haven't had a new memory since.

I'm afraid that the ones I do have,

that they're gonna start to fade.

- Do I have to do the whole
"you're freaked out,

"and it's blocking you,
and if you just let go,

it'll eventually come back"
speech?

- Yeah, let's not do that.
- Good.

We need to get
those memories out of your head

and into the real world.
The way a cop would.

- You think I should make a facial composite
of the Colorado Kid?

- Well, I was gonna say
that thing they do on cop shows

where they make a face
with a computer, but, yeah.

(cellphone beeps)
- Huh.

(sighs)

I'm sorry. Can we...

can we try to set up another, um...

- Session.

Or, you know, appointment.

One patient I had called them dates,

but I had to drop him.
- Yeah, that was a good call.

- Vic's name is Jason Dooley.

Neighbour heard screams,
called it in.

Took Haven Fire Department five minutes
to break the door down.

Dooley was crashing by the time
they loaded him on the ambulance,

and won't know till we get
the labs back,

but I'm assuming
the blood is not the attacker's.

- They took his eyes out
with a spoon.

His eyes.

You're not gonna say it?
- We don't know enough yet.

- Come on, Nathan,
we have three vics,

two with missing body parts.

This could be the bolt-gun killer.

- There's no shortage of people
who'd want to hurt this guy.

Dooley's well known
to Haven PD. He's a creep.

Shoots up-skirt videos,

makes a living posting 'em online.
- Why isn't this guy in jail?

- Knew how to work the system,

slipped through on technicalities.

If the person who took you did this,
we'll get him.

I know how important that is to you.

- It's Laverne for you, chief.

- Nathan, hon, you copy?

- Yeah, Laverne, go ahead.

- Just heard from the hospital.
Mr. Dooley's stable.

- He's alive?

- Which means we might have a witness
who saw the bolt-gun killer.

(theme music)

Before the attack,

you didn't catch a glimpse
of anyone?

And you're sure he didn't have
any kind of gun?

- It was fast.
I barely had time to scream.

- But you're sure it was a person?
- What else would it be?

- Haven Fire Department
had to break down your door

to get through your dead bolts.

You have any idea
how your attacker made it in?

- No. I told you, it's impossible.

I even have motion-sensor alarms
for when I'm gone.

- Yeah, we know.

- We need to prep him for surgery now.

- Bolt-gun killer's been
surgically removing body parts.

Dooley's wounds
aren't precise at all.

(sighs)

He's not gonna come after you again.

- You know what?
I wish that he would.

He knows more about me than I do.
He knows about the Colorado Kid.

I've been trying everything,
but I am running out of time.

- Parker...
- No, I even contacted the feds,

and I asked them to send me
any murder that fits the profile.

If we miss a victim, then...
- Parker...

(sighs)

The bolt-gun killer has the tattoo.

He's one of the Guard,

and I'm getting in with them.
- Nathan,

it's not gonna be easy to convince them
to accept the chief of police.

- Well, I already have a contact.

Name's Jordan McKee,
and she's starting to trust me.

I'm gonna do whatever it takes.

You know that, right?

- I know.
(cellphone beeps)

- Tech pulled a partial image
off Dooley's hard drive.

He had a security app.

It's only a single frame, but...

here's our suspect.

- Is that a woman?

It's definitely not the bolt-gun killer.

- Sorry, folks. We're closed.

Let's go.
Go make memories someplace else.

Not my fault.

Send your letters of protest

to Judge Boone
and the Liquor Board.

Whoa.
Whoa, whoa. Hang on.

Yeah, you're drunk.
Give me your keys.

Thank you very much.
- You suck, Crocker.

- Hey, lady, look,

if you're here to mess
with my truck again,

she's in the shop.

(scoffs)

What the hell?

Ma'am, have you ever heard
of the Troubles?

I'm gonna go with yes.

Send every cop that you have
to the Grey Gull right now!

- Hey. You still owe me a drink.

Dude, I'm bleeding. That's assault.

- The cops are on their way,
so you can tell them when they get here.

Now shut up.

Oh, I'm really ready
for this day to be over.

- How is it that I call you guys,
and I end up spending

the night in jail?
- It's procedure.

Jack Daniels accused you of assault,
and we got plenty of paperwork to file.

Anyway, you have a court date
with Judge Boone tomorrow.

- Boone? Again?

The guy hates me.

- He's been here all night.

(chuckles)

- There a fight at the Gull?

- No, I was attacked at the Gull.

Okay, this chick is stalking me...

Slashed my tires, keyed my truck.

Now, not my first rodeo.

She expressed her anger.
Usually that's all they want.

But this woman teleported herself
inside the Grey Gull,

threw me across the room,

then trashed the place.

So, yeah, go ahead, make fun.
I have a Troubled stalker.

- Was she wearing a white dress?

- What's going on here?
Am I...

Am I being targeted for something?

- We have reason to believe
that this woman attacked another man,

took his eyeballs out with a spoon.

(cell phone beeps)

- We got another possible victim.
- Let's go.

Duke, she's already come
after you twice, okay?

You're coming with us.

- Megan Berlin sustained
22 bone fractures.

If she was conscious right now,
she'd be in terrible pain.

It's like she fell
from a great height.

But she was alone
on the ground floor,

locked in a room
at Child Protective Services.

- Why was she there?

- Evaluation for a custody proceeding.

She was accused
of shaking her six-month-old.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

- So we've got a peeping tom
without eyeballs

and a child abuser
with broken bones,

both found in locked rooms.
- Parking tickets.

Yeah. She attacked my car first,

and then she went
after the Grey Gull,

which apparently is operating
under a questionable liquor license.

- It's like she's punishing people
for their wrongdoings

and, in some twisted way,

making the punishment
fit the crime.

- How much do we think
that she knows?

- No, Duke, Duke.
- She could be going down some list

of all the things
that I've done wrong lately, like...

oh, I don't know,

killing somebody.

- Okay, then we will do
whatever we can

to protect you, day and night.

- Well, no place safer
than a jail cell.

- Hey, jail cell's fine with me.

- I'm serious.

I'm immune to the Troubles,

so maybe I can stop her, all right?

Duke, you'll stay with me tonight.

- I sleep in the raw.

- Oh.

- You know she's using you as bait, right?

- So we're gonna sleep
in three-hour shifts.

I got Haven PD driving by every hour,
so don't panic if you hear a car come by.

I've got a gun, and you've got...

- I'm thinking one drop of her blood,
I can probably take her.

- That is, if you can get close enough.

- Yeah.

Thank you.

You... do you really
go to sleep this early?

- Good night, Duke.

- Okay.

(dog barking)

- Come on, sugar, I don't bite.

- But I do.

- It's time you moved on.

- You're not here for the coffee, are you?
- Did you get my messages?

(door closes)

That guy, why didn't you
just let him grab you?

He would have gotten
a nice surprise.

- Believe it or not,
I don't actually like inflicting pain.

People say that touching me
is the worst thing they've ever felt.

- You can't touch people.
I can't feel 'em.

We're kind of the same,
you and me.

- What, screwed up?

Look, you're not here
to listen to my sad stories.

I talked to my people.

You can't just ink loyalty on your arm
and expect us to trust you.

- See ya.

- Wait.

You want in?

Prove it.

- I know this guy. It's, uh...

- Duncan Fromsley.

Convicted of arson a year ago.

- And murder.

He didn't know his son was home
when he set fire

to his house for the insurance.

- Fromsley's in maximum security
at Shawshank.

Stage two cancer,
refusing treatment.

His wife thinks she can convince him
to get chemo if he's closer to home.

- You want me to swing a transfer?

- This woman is close to us.

She already lost a son.

- If I do this,

you vouch for me,
introduce me to the others?

- Yeah.

- Audrey.

Audrey.

Audrey.
- What?

- Are you sleeping?
(scoffs)

You're not Lucy Ripley.

You're Audrey Parker.

Mostly.

(chuckles)

Look, even if you loved
the Colorado Kid,

how do you know you're gonna feel
the same way if you saw him today?

- I don't know.

But the bolt-gun killer
seems to think so.

- You trust the ramblings
of some psycho who abducted you,

puts holes in people's heads,

and... and cuts off
people's body parts?

- It's just, I...

I don't know if love is something
that can be erased.

- Disappear every 27 years,

you know,
you lose the people you love.

They lose you.
- And then I come back again.

And the whole thing,

it just... it starts over and over
and over again.

(chuckles)

- It seems like you and me have been
fighting our fates full-time lately.

And losing, I might add.

- I know you only did what you did
because I asked you to.

- Look, whatever happened

between Sarah or Lucy
or whoever and my family,

it's between them.

Can't let them drag us down with them.

We're better than that.

Well, at least you are.
(chuckles)

One good thing about the Troubles...

At least I got to meet Audrey Parker.

(sighs)

Yeah.

Good night, Audrey Parker.

(sand falling)

She doesn't bleed.

- Freeze!

Don't make me shoot.

- No, shoot!

Audrey, you broke her.

Audrey.

Hey!

(piano key plays)

(piano keys play)

(gasps)

- Where'd she go?

Where is she?

I think this Troubled woman
is a vigilante,

and I think that she's using

the Haven Herald's crime blotter
as a hit list.

Our peeping tom and our child abuser
were both written up,

and Duke's assault charge
made the late edition.

- So she's punishing the guilty.

- Duke says that he didn't
actually assault anyone.

- Really?

- I think she's punishing
who she assumes is guilty,

which means that there could be
dozens of potential victims.

So I had Vince help Duke come up
with a composite sketch.

I'm gonna meet Duke
at the courthouse after his hearing.

We're gonna show the sketch around
and see if anybody recognizes her.

- You're meeting Duke
at the courthouse?

He hasn't guilted you enough
about what happened?

- He is my friend,

and there's a woman out there
who's trying to kill him.

- No, you're right.

Stay with Duke.

- What is this really about?

- Nothing.

We're okay, Parker.

- Okay.

The endorsement
from the Haven PD help?

- Well, I mean, the good news is,
I'm not in jail.

Assault charge got thrown out.

But the bad news
is that this woman

is an eye-for-an-eye kind of chick,

and I'm just concerned I'm not gonna
survive her punishment for murder one.

- Don't worry about it.
We're not gonna let your secret get out.

Now, make yourself useful.

Pass these out.

- It's her.

- So, if our Troubled person
is a painting,

how do we stop it?

- Well, my first thought is that Troubles
run in families, right?

So, if we can find our model,
we can find our girl.

- But according to the dedication,
there was no real-life model.

The artist based Lady Justice
on the classical feminine ideal.

- Feminine ideal?

Look at my face...

More like a Terminator
made of plaster.

- Plaster?

- Audrey shot her, she shattered.

She came back, and she was made
of clay or something.

- Oh, dear.
- Guys, I hate it when you do that.

- Your Lady Justice
might be a golem.

- What?
- The Lord Of The Ring guy?

- No, it's different from that.

People often confuse the Troubles
with myths and legends.

Golems appear in folklore,

but they become real
when unleashed by a Troubled person.

- Golems are usually made
of dirt or clay,

designed to do
its master's bidding.

- They're dangerous, indestructible.

- There must be some way to kill it.

- I'm afraid...
- There isn't.

- You know what? I'm gonna...
I'm gonna go get some fresh air.

- All right. So, maybe if we can find
who brought this thing to life,

its master,

we can get them to call her off.

- Hang on.

Can you handle this without me?

My contact, Jordan,
wants me to swing a prisoner transfer.

Could be my ticket into the Guard.

- Are you sure that that's a good idea?

I wouldn't want you
to compromise yourself.

- Whatever it takes, right?

- You really... you do not need
to do this for me.

It's not gonna change anything.

- It's not about you.

I'm just trying to catch a killer.

(doorbells chime)

- So, Tommy, explain it to me.

You trade a life of big crime,
bad guys, and fast women for...

this.

- I like the quiet.

- I'm just saying...

Makes you wonder.

- Guys, I have something.

Jason Dooley,
he was arrested in August.

He got out of an invasion-of-privacy charge

a month later.
Then we have Megan Berlin.

She was brought
into Child Protective Services,

and she had a custody hearing.

Both of them
with your old friend.

- The honourable Judge Boone?

- A Troubled judge?

- Maybe Boone is creating
the golem to punish

the ones that he had to let off easy.

- Yeah, I knew he had it out for me.
- We need to be careful, all right?

If he's controlling this monster,

the last thing we want to do
is piss him off.

- You may find
this proceeding amusing,

but cutting the head
off the rifleman statue

is not a joking matter.
It's vandalism.

However, since the administrators

of East Haven High
are not pressing charges,

you're all free to go.

Court is adjourned
until tomorrow.

- Let's go.

- Your Honour, a word?

A favour, actually.

- A favour?

- I'd like to transfer

Duncan Fromsley
to a minimum security ward.

He's sick and...

- And a transfer needs to go
through proper channels.

- Your Honour,
if there is anything I can do...

- Are you offering an officer of the court
a bribe, chief?

- I was not trying to.

- Because I like single malts.

I know the drill.

Sometimes to uphold the law,

you can't be afraid to bend it...

or crumple it up into a ball

and throw it in the damn corner.

(cellphone dialing)

Yeah, Warden Buxton.

(chuckles)
It's Booney.

Listen, transfer some con for me
on the down-low today,

and you won't have to pay me
the money you owe me

for that eagle of mine on 17 last week.

(cellphone rings)

- Parker, what's up?

- Finally, I got you.
It's Judge Boone.

I think he's the guy.
I think he's creating the golem.

- I was just with him.

Parker, I don't think Boone is our guy.

And the painting's empty.

- It turns out the coroner says
that the cause of death was a broken neck.

He says that these are just symbolic.
I think we all get the meaning.

Someone didn't like the way
the judge was doing his job.

- Should you be doing that?

- What?

- You're... he's...
You're tainting evidence.

- Oh, pardon me, CSI.

Like your clay lady's
gonna leave fingerprints.

Why don't you do me a favour, man?

Mind your business
while the cops do the cop talk.

- Hey. She's still out there.
I just saw half a dozen

high-school kids get away
with decapitating a statue.

- You're right. You're right.
I'll get a 20 on the kids,

make sure they don't lose
their heads.

- I think I know
why Boone was killed like that.

- Good...

'Cause I doubt he had
his own name on the docket.

- He was corrupt.

- How do you know?

- He was helping me with Jordan.

- Well, that explains
why Lady Justice

would punish him so harshly.
It's like she took it personally.

- You're thinking
our Troubled person knew him,

worked here in the courthouse?

- Yeah. We should start looking.

- I'm gonna go help Tommy
round up those kids.

- Our high-schoolers
are hanging out

at the ice cream shop.

But our lady friend
is not in attendance.

- Maybe she's shy, Tommy.
- Not in that dress, she ain't.

(phone rings)

- Keep eyes on the kids.
(phone beeps)

Jordan... it's done.

Fromsley's set to be transferred
within the hour.

- Within the hour? Really?

- Yeah, I was on my way over
to tell you.

Well, I figured
the sooner the better.

I can stop by the diner
and show you the paperwork.

- No. I didn't come in to work today.

Look... I gotta go.
(phone beeps)

(phone beeps)

(engine turning)

- That's weird.

These are all time-stamped,
and that means

that the paperwork
for your assault charge

had barely hit Boone's desk
by the time we were attacked.

- Plenty of people
saw me get arrested.

Maybe our guy's in Haven PD.

(snaps fingers)
Like Tommy boy.

- No way.

One person was there
for Megan Berlin's deposition,

Jason Dooley's trial,

and was there at the same time
you were in court.

(scoffs)

- No way.

- Do either of you guys
know how to get to l-95?

I got turned around.
The map said it was east, but...

(grunting in pain)

- Aah!
(grunting in pain)

(grunting in pain)

(keys jingling)

- We're good! Let's go!

(gunshot)

What the hell are you doing here?

- Saving your life.

Go.

Just go.

(car door closes, engine turning)

- You're doing this, Lynette.
- That's just not possible.

- Look at the mural.

You see it every day.

Lady Justice is gone.
You've released her.

She's a weapon,
and she is out there hurting people.

- She could be out there cutting
some high-school kid's head off right now.

- You enjoying this?
You know, harassment's a crime.

Yet another offense to add
to your lengthy rap sheet.

- I'm sorry...

about all of that.

I'm sorry that...

I made fun of your sweater.

- No, you're not.

You're not sorry for anything.

- I'm not sorry for anything?

- Duke.

- Lady, you don't know
the slightest thing about me.

- Duke, would you just
let me handle this?

- You don't know what I've done,
what I've had to live with.

I'm gonna show Lynette
what she's doing.

See, I can prove it to her.
- Duke, stop.

- Yeah, you released that thing.
- Don't.

- But she's in the wrong place.

Because nobody deserves
to be punished more than me.

- Duke, this isn't the way.

- You think I'm a bad guy?

Well, you're right. I am a bad guy.

I murdered a man.
A helpless, defenseless man.

I murdered him,
and I got away with it.

What do you think of that, Lynette?
(gasps)

- You're a murderer.

- Lynette, it's not as simple as that.

What he did saved hundreds of lives.

Despite his actions, despite his fate,
he is a good man.

He is a good man.

Don't let him die.

- Nobody knows what it's like.

Every day, I sit in this courtroom.

And I see monsters,

and they get to walk away.

And I'd look at her, and I'd think,

"That is justice."

- Do you want to be responsible
for another death?

Killing someone
who did it to save lives?

That's not justice.

- But if you did what you did
to save lives, then...

(grunts)

I was wrong to judge you.

And the man with the eyes,

and the woman
with the broken bones...

- Stop, Lynette.

- I did that.

That's criminal.

I should be punished.

Aah!
(gasps)

(whimpering)

(gasps)

(whimpering)

- Audrey, look at that.

- She's part of the mural now.

And with that, Duke Crocker,
you are free and clear.

No charges, no parking tickets,
no warrants.

- Thank you for the clean slate.

- You know, they're overrated.
I get one every 27 years,

except for I just lose
all my friends and memories, so...

- Hey. Hey, look,
you don't know that.

And for the record, this...

it's kind of hard to forget.
(chuckles)

I wanted to ask...

Did you mean all that stuff
you said earlier

about me being a... a good man?

- You have your moments.

- Yeah.

Okay, well, now that I am a good man,

I'm gonna go do about
three years of back taxes.

- Hey.
- You missed all the excitement.

- What's all this about?

- We're at a dead end
with this whole bolt-gun killer,

so...
(sighs)

The feds, you know,
they keep promising me

that they're gonna send me
files of all the vics

with missing parts, but that's...
hasn't happened yet.

So, in the meantime,
I'm gonna get Claire to come by.

- For therapy?

- No, actually, to do a facial composite
of the Colorado Kid.

If the bolt-gun killer is after him,

then we have to know his identity.

- Why don't you just get Vince
to do a sketch?

- Vince and Dave,
they're a little too interested.

Things are different now,
you know?

- Yeah, I do.

- So how did it go with your contact,
Jordan?

Did the prisoner transfer go through?

- Yeah.

- No drama?

- No drama.

- Good.

(sighs)

(fax machine beeps)

(door opens)

- We're closed.

(door closes)

- You lied to me.

I need to know
what your people are doing,

what I'm involved in.

- It's not what you think.

- I found out Duncan Fromsley
doesn't have cancer.

I called and checked.

But he did set a fire
that killed his son.

- He's Troubled.

All Fromsley did
was have a nightmare,

and when he woke up,
his bed was on fire.

Last week, the doctors at Shawshank
cut out his sleep meds.

Imagine if he set fire to a prison.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- What would that get him exactly?

Asbestos walls and a life in solitary?

He's safe now.

My people help the Troubled,
and we do it any way we can.

- If you'd just told me the truth,

you wouldn't have had
to hurt those guys.

I was there. I saw you.

You hated it.

- Don't.

- It's okay.

- Why are you doing this?

- I want to.

What would I do

If I couldn't have you

Good night.

(indistinct chatter over police radio)

(keys clacking)

(sighs)

- This is pointless.
I'm never gonna get it.

- Well, you're not gonna get it
because you don't want to get it.

- I want to get it.

The Colorado Kid
is the answer to everything.

- And those answers
might shatter your world.

You're blocking.

Okay, let's, uh, try an exercise.

Close your eyes.

Now, imagine your head
is like a balloon.

Light as air.

(computer beeps)

Seriously?

- Finally.

Yes. The file from the feds.

I knew it.

Six weeks ago,
there was a woman who was murdered

in Somerset County.

She was buried
in a shallow grave,

had a...
(key clacks)

...circular wound at the base
of the skull, and her...

chin was sliced off.

Oh, no.

- What is it?
Is it the Colorado Kid?

- No. No, it's the bolt-gun killer.

- What about him?

- What if he's not...

What if he's not using
body parts for trophies?

What if he's building a woman?

Subtitling: CNST, Montreal