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- Agent Parker?

- Oh, no.
No, no, no.

- Agent Parker? Where are you?

- God, it's kind of early,
isn't it?

Hey, boss.
- Couldn't wait.

It's impressive how little
you've done with...

so little.

- Well, it's what I do
with all the vacation time

that I don't get.

Hit a bunch
of outlet stores

and furniture shop with
all the guys that I don't meet.

- Never took you for, uh...
teenage vampires.

- Oh, well, you should see
what I read on the plane.

- FBI is nonfiction work.
I need you to keep it that way.

- Is this about Miami?

- Oh, yeah.
I'm talking about Miami.

We've been through this.

- You know, being open
to possibilities

is how we close cases,

like that one.

- It sends you
down blind alleys too.

- Yeah, well, where I grew up,

a blind alley was even
better than reality.

So, uh, where are you
sending me this time?

- Haven.
Maine.

Hometown of one
Jonas Lester.

He escaped a federal
lockup 19 hours ago.

Killed a guard doing it.

Find Lester.
Bring him back.

Nothing else.
That's your reality.

- You're a good agent,
Audrey.

And someday, maybe,
you'll be a great agent.

Just focus on the job.

- Put the book on the table
when you're done with it.

- Stop!

Stop, damn it!

Stop! Stop, damn it!

Don't make me shoot you!

Ugh!

- This just in.

Six of Tommy Bolt's seven
missing fingers

have been returned.

This is Ryan Wisely on WDLH,
the voice of Haven.

Crash!

- ♪ Love ♪

♪ Love will keep us together ♪

♪ Think of me, babe,
whenever ♪

- Okay.

- ♪ Some sweet-talkin' girl
comes along ♪

♪ Singing a song ♪

- Uh-uh.
No.

There's no way
I'm dying to this.

- ♪ Stop ♪

♪ 'Cause I really love you ♪

All right.
Um...

God!

- You need some help?

- No.
No, I'm all right. Thank you.

- Oh. Okay, then.

- Unbelievable.

Whoa!

Crash!

- Shame about the car.
- Eh, it's a rental.

Whoa! FBI! Who are you?
- Haven PD. Who are you?

- FBI. Are you deaf?
- How do I know that?

- Okay, well, for starters,
I'm wearing the gun

on my belt.

It's a government-issue
9-millimeter.

And they gave me, you know,
one of these.

- Hey, keep your hands
where I can see them.

- Okay, what am I going to do,
pull out another gun?

All right.
Come on, I showed you mine.

Okay.

So, uh, are all your roads
this bad?

- Sandstone.
Likes to shift.

- Uh-huh.

- Can I give
you a ride somewhere?

- I guess it's friendlier

than if I commandeer
your vehicle.

- Probably less
paperwork too.

- Thank you.

Oh! I'm sorry.
Are-are you all right?

- It's all right.

I didn't feel it.

- Huh.
Tough guy, huh?

Hey, uh I don't suppose
you've seen

a guy named Jonas Lester
recently?

- Just left him.

- Well, keep looking
all you want.

This man's pretty dead.

Tends not to change much.

- Chief Wuornos, this is-
- Special Agent Audrey Parker.

- Oh, it's the FBI.

Well, is this
one of those situations

where you're here
claiming to help,

but you're really
just here to step on my toes?

- Not in these shoes.

I came here, actually,
looking for him.

- Yeah.

Yeah, we got the alert
when Jonas, here, escaped.

- The Bureau thought that
he might return to his hometown.

I guess he did.

Ah!

Somebody missed something.

There's writing on it.

I can't read whatever this is,
but it's worth checking out.

- I'll get it
to the lab in Bangor.

- Well, why don't you
enlighten us?

What does the FBI Special Agent
have in the way of insight?

- Well, his injuries don't
suggest a struggle.

I don't think
he was dragged here.

- You don't?
- He died last night.

But your guys are going
to have to give us

the exact time.

At first glance,

it looks like he fell
from up there,

but his body is way too far
from the edge.

You know, unless there's
a cannon up there or something.

Anyway, I'm not sold
on it being an accident.

- You're over-thinking this.

The best thing Jonas Lester
ever did for this town

was die.

So as far as I'm concerned,
we're done.

- He killed a federal employee,
so my investigation isn't done

until I know why
he came back here

and what happened to him.

- Nathan, get yourself a real
crime to investigate here, eh?

- Chief, how about
I show Agent Parker around

while we tie up the loose ends?

- Go ahead.
Waste his time too.

He's got nothing else
to do with it.

- Howard.
- It's Parker.

Lester's dead.
- How'd it happened?

- Well, they're calling
it an accident,

but something
doesn't seem right.

- Sounds right up your alley,
Agent Parker.

- Chief Wuornos
doesn't think so.

- I trust your instincts.

- I'm working with a local
detective, uh...

- Wuornos.

- You call your dad the Chief?
- I call my boss the Chief.

- He's a stubborn man.

What's his deal?
Is he testing me?

- Not you. Me.

- Hey, no offence,
but half the reason

I want to solve this case
is just to piss him off.

- And it would.

- I guess that's one advantage
of being raised by the state:

not much parental conflict.

- So you're an orphan?
- I'm a free agent.

Tuwiuwok.
Is that Native American?

- Micmac, yeah.
It means "Haven."

- It's easier to spell,
I guess.

Huh. This must be
Lester's footprints.

It looks like they're chasing
a second set right... here.

And Lester's end...

abruptly, here.

- Could be.

- Uprooted trees?

Well, that-that's strange.

You guys get tornadoes up here
this time of year?

- Maybe... one a year.
- Really?

'Cause something did a number
on these trees.

- No wind last night.
I already checked.

- You did?

- Couldn't find
a cannon either.

Now we're talking.

- Nice gun,
though Lester wasn't shot.

I did find this.

- A hat?

- I know a guy who wears
a hat like this.

- So do I, but that doesn't
make it evidence.

- Well, Lester stole
all my guy's money.

- Well, okay.
So that makes it evidence.

Let's go talk to your guy.

- Welcome to Haven.
You like pancakes?

We got good pancakes.
- What about lobster?

And isn't Maine
famous for lobster?

- I don't like lobster.

I really like pancakes.

- I like the truck.

- Thanks.
Had it since I was 19.

- How do you keep
a car that long?

- I don't drive off cliffs.

- So...

who's this hat
belong to?

- Conrad Brower,
Gulf War vet, local handyman.

Went into the service with
Lester.

Conrad came out
an unemployed hero.

Lester came out a loser
with computer skills.

Did time for stealing
VA benefits

from guys he was in with.

- Including Conrad.

- Hey, Conrad.
- Nathan.

- Helping Marion again?

- That's what I do.

- Found your hat
up on Tuwiuwok Bluff.

- Thanks.
Appreciate it.

- Uh, were you out there
yesterday evening?

- Maintain the perimeter.

Please.
- What?

- Uh, Conrad has
personal space issues.

- Right.

Pardon me, Mr. Brower.

Any particular time

you were planning
on answering my question?

- I was up there this morning.

I like to watch
the boats head out.

Forgot the hat, I guess.

- And you never
saw Jonas Lester?

- Not moving.
- But you did know him.

- You mean the service.
- Right.

And then when he got out,
he stole all your money.

- Not just mine.
I know where you're going.

- Conrad.

Yesterday, late afternoon,
evening, where were you?

- Digging clams.
Out to Edgewater Bay.

Till sunset.

- All right, you speak
monosyllable.

You want to try
to break through his perimeter

while I go inside
and talk to the shop owner?

- Sure.

- Where are you going?

- Mr. Brower,
if you have something

that you want to tell me,
you go right on ahead.

That's weird.

Conrad? Conrad!

- He's gone.

Look out!

Nathan! Watch out!

- Congratulations, Nathan.

Now you get to come back
with me for an MRI.

Another.
- Lucky number nine.

- Yeah. Cheer up.
The tenth one's free.

He's a regular.
I'll be back in a jiff.

- So you seriously
can't feel pain?

- It's called idiopathic
neuropathy.

- You really couldn't feel it

when that car door
hit your hand?

- No.
- Can you feel fire?

- No.
- Ice?

- Oddly, yes.
I can feel ice.

- You can feel ice?
- No.

I can feel a headache
coming on, though.

- Hey,
so that was strange.

I've never seen
fog like that before.

- Maine gets lots
of kinds of fog.

- All right.
Get in the back.

- Oh, I can drive myself.

- I'm not arguing
with you, Nathan.

The back.

- Go.

I'll call the Bureau
then check out Conrad's alibi.

- Eleanor, you're overreacting.

- Howard.
- Agent Howard, yeah.

I'm still here.

I haven't found anything,
nothing relevant anyway.

But I'll keep in touch.
- Okay, bye.

- You must be Agent Parker.

I understand
you're investigating

Jonas Lester's death.

- And you are...

- Dave Tiggs.
My brother, Vince.

Publishers, editors,
and every damn thing else

in the Haven Heraid.

- We thought Lester'd be
our lead,

but now it'll be the fog.

- Yeah.
That fog was strange, right?

- Well, welcome to Haven.

- I keep feeling like
I've seen you before.

- Didn't sound creepy at all.

- Oh, Lord. It does.
Doesn't it?

- Only because you said it,
Vince.

How about we drop by later

and you can answer
a few questions about the case?

- How about I just call you?

- Oh! Fierce, isn't she?

- Well, change your mind,
drop by.

- We serve
Mai Tais at 3:00.

- Okay.

- I want to ride
in the front this time.

- No, no.
I always ride in the front.

- Well, it's my turn now.
- Agent Parker.

MRIs are overrated.

Let's go talk to Marion.

- Nathan.
Is everyone all right out there?

- They will be.

This is Audrey Parker
with the FBI.

Marion Caldwell.
- Hello.

- This is my friend
Ted Ford.

- Hello.
- Is this Santa Barbara?

- Yes.
Have you been there?

- Twice.

Once for a pedophile,
the other for a serial killer.

- Marion and I are thinking
of moving there

and buying a shop.

- Oh! Oh.

It's beautiful.

It's beautiful,
and it's a lot safer now.

- Well, we're just flirting
with the idea.

- Marion lost her mother
not long ago,

and, well, I think the change
will do her some good.

- Ted's had antique
shops all over,

but I've never left Haven,
so it's a big step.

- Uh, Conrad Brower,
he works for you, right?

- Yes, he does.

He's been very helpful
since my mother passed.

- And how well
do you know him?

- Oh, we grew up together.
- What's this about?

- Do either
of you know Jonas Lester?

- The guy who died?

I heard about it.
- Excuse me. Hey.

- Do you know where
Conrad was last night?

- Yes, I dropped him off
at the Edgewater Beach

to go clamming.

He made me stay
for the first bucket.

He's so thoughtful
that way.

- I'm sure he is.

- Whatever you might
be thinking, Agent Parker,

Conrad's a solid guy.

- Oh, he just couldn't
be involved.

Conrad is the gentlest man
I've ever met.

- Excuse me.
We need to go.

- Thank you.

Okay, you know,
this better be good,

because Marion might have
more to tell me about Conrad.

- Gun trace came in.
Belongs to a guy I know.

Duke Crocker.

- You like him for this?
- I don't like him, period.

Okay, now.

Let's see what
we're smuggling this week.

Hello? Duke!

Duke!

Ugh. He's not here.

Everything about this guy
is a pain in my ass.

- Why?
Because he wasn't home?

- Because he's unreliable,
untrustworthy,

a total waste of-

- Okay, yeah, yeah, I got it.

Wait.
Where are you going?

- To look for Duke
under the usual rocks.

- The police were just here
looking for you.

- You shouldn't
be talking to them.

- Conrad, this isn't good.

- Marion, you trust me,
don't you?

- Do you remember
when we were kids?

You taught me how to swim.

You remember how afraid I was
to go under the water?

- You did it eventually.

- Yes,
because I was safe with you.

I have always trusted you.

But this thing with Lester,
I don't know.

- Then let me
handle this myself.

- I'm afraid, Conrad.
- So am I.

- He hasn't shown up here
either.

Tell Howard that I'll just
touch base with him later.

Perfect. Thank you!

- Damn it.

You took my clothes.

- Good morning.

- You took my clothes.

- Well, now,
I laundered your clothes.

And I saved your life.

That's an odd combination,
when you think about it.

I mean, if you think about it.

- You must be Duke.

- Milk...

one sugar, right?

- No.

No, and why would you
know how I take my coffee?

- I wouldn't.

But it would have
been cool if I did.

Do you know Jonas Lester?

- Hmm.

I know he's dead.

That's it.
Just... dead.

- You might want
to rethink your answer.

- Oh. Really?

- Yeah, your gun
was found where he died.

- Doesn't sound like me.

- Well, you know,
everybody makes mistakes.

- I didn't make that one.
My gun was stolen.

- Okay, so...

of all the guns in the world,
he stole yours.

Yep. That's convenient.

And then you didn't report it,

which is also convenient
and illegal.

- Well, now, actually,
I did report it.

Nathan didn't mention
that part, did he?

I thought as much.

So are we good?

- Well, if you're telling me
the truth, we might be.

Nathan really doesn't like you.

- Oh, and let me guess
what he said.

Uh...
"He's unreliable,

"dishonest, and a general
pain in the butt."

- Ass.
Yeah, he said "ass."

- Wow. And strangely,
I was going to say that.

I was.
- Was he right?

Is the weather
ever normal here?

- It's, uh...

normal for Maine.

- 'Cause this damage,
this is odd.

And I need to get

a bird's-eye view picture
of this.

Ugh. Oh no. My cell phone.
Oh, crap, it's-

- Oh, yeah. It's toast.

But I, uh...
I got you another one.

- A princess phone?
Seriously?

- You really need to work
on your thank-yous.

- I don't care
if he reported it.

It's his gun, and he needs
to explain it to me.

- Well, you know,
you could have told me that

before I talked to him.

The guy's not all bad.

He saved my life,
and then he served me coffee.

- I've known
him since he was 5.

He's all bad.
What's this?

- Instant hail storm.

The fog starts in town
and then heads out to sea.

There's something
strange going on here, right?

- So what?
It's weather. It's weird.

Bangor forensics
restored the paper

we found on Lester's body.

Turns out,
it's from the tide calendar

on Duke's boat.

It's boring,
but it's real evidence.

- Wait. No, no. Wait.
2-5-7-8-9.

What do those numbers mean?

- That's what
I plan on asking him.

You coming?
- No, you go.

I got enough to take care of
between Conrad and the weather.

- Suit yourself.

- So have you managed to turn
your accident into a murder yet?

- Good to see you too, Chief.

- Or are you still wasting
Nathan's time?

- Actually,
I have a few leads,

and your son just linked
the tide calendar

that we found
on Lester's body to-

Tide calendar...

- Oh, your meds just kicked in,
did they?

- Hey, can you go clamming
at Edgewater Beach at high tide?

- Depends on how long
you can hold your breath.

- You lied to me, Conrad.
I know you weren't clamming.

Makes me think you were
up on that cliff with Lester.

- You don't understand.

- No, I understand
you lied to me,

you had Marion lie to me,
you had plenty of reasons

to kill the man who ruined you.

- Respect the perimeter!

- How did you get him so far
from the cliff?

- Please, stay away.
- Agent Parker, leave him alone.

- Get away-
- Tell me! Whoa!

- Stay away from me!
- Marion, listen to me!

- Don't you move!

- It was an accident!
I didn't mean to do it.

- Do what, exactly?
- Kill Jonas Lester!

- What's he doing here?

Never mind.
I can guess.

- What happened to you?

- You won't believe me
when I tell you.

Just let Duke go.
Conrad's our guy.

- Don't think so.

- Did your guy confess?

- Uh... no.
No, he did not.

- Conrad?

Are you saying you did this?

- Yeah, Nathan.
That's what I'm saying.

- Thank you, sir.

Can I go now?
- Sit down.

Conrad, come with me.

- I know you didn't
kill Lester.

- Well, that's fantastic.
I'll buy the first round.

- I also know
that Nathan's right

and that you saw Lester.

- Okay, here's the thing.
I have a rule.

Well, it's more
of a guideline, but...

I don't talk to cops,

even cops that I like.

- I could have a customs agent
assigned to you...

and only you.

What do these
numbers mean?

- Nice photo.

I think an apology from Nathan

might help me remember.

- Fine.
I apologize.

- For?

- Don't push it.
- Look.

Lester wanted me
to run him up to Canada.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, but smuggling
escaped felons

is not on my to-do list.

- All right, the 2-5-7-8.

Is that a partial phone number?
Social Security?

- Lester was looking
for a boat.

Maybe it's
a registration number.

Want to make this easy for me?

- No.

I mean, not particularly.

- Fine. Harbor Master
will tell us the rest.

- Do you mind taking care
of that yourself?

- Are you really buying
this story of Conrad's?

- Nathan,
what happened to Lester,

it happened to me, okay?

He just...
he blew me down the street.

- Blew you down the street?

- Listen, I can't even begin
to explain it, all right?

But it happened,
and it happened to me.

I know
it sounds crazy, but...

I can't even
believe I'm saying it.

- Oh.
I can't believe it either.

- So what
am I supposed to do?

Just pretend that it
didn't happen?

What kind of cop
does that?

- You know how that will sound
on a witness stand.

- Listen, I know that I don't
have it all together,

and I'm just trying
to figure it out.

So I'll go keep working
Conrad's story,

and you check out the docks.

- Excuse me. Uh...

I mean, you guys are
going to let me go first, right?

No.

- What's this?

- That is 3,000 square feet
on State Street

in Santa Barbara.

- Oh, my God!

- If we can put
the deposit down,

we could be sipping margaritas
before you know it.

What do you say?
What do you say?

- Yeah, I think
it might be time.

Yeah.

- We gave Nathan that, you know.

- Well, they're
kind of fragrant.

- Not our taste either.

- But when you only have
four senses,

you make the most
of them.

- We have a little present
for you.

- Vince, relax.
It isn't a puppy.

Here.

- This could be
why I thought I recognized you.

- Oh.

- We found that
in our newspaper archives

from 27 years ago.

- Who is she?

- I was hoping
you could tell me.

Do you have family
around here?

- Uh... I don't have family
anywhere.

- Are you still puzzling
over that fog?

- Oh, more than just the fog.

Did Conrad Brower
ever make the paper?

- It's easy enough to check
our archives,

if I can use
your computer there.

- Oh, yeah. Go ahead.

- Wow, that's impressive.

- You should see him use
the Google machine.

- You're hilarious.

Conrad Brower.
Any particular context?

- Weather.

- Oh, I how this girl thinks.

- Nothing much on Conrad,

just the usual
returning war hero piece.

- A beautifully written
war hero piece.

- Obviously, he wrote it.
- Huh.

Those weather patterns
of yours turned up, though.

- There's that interview
Harold did

with the Hastings family
in 1956,

right after they moved here
from Calerin, Georgia.

- 1956?

- They were the only survivors
of a freakish series of storms

that destroyed their hometown.

Daughter was a cast-iron bitch.

- Dave!
- Well, she was.

It was a blessing
when she kicked off recently.

- The granddaughter
is lovely, though.

- Guys.

- Well, it must have been
the Caldwell part of the family.

- Caldwell?
Do you mean Marion Caldwell?

Yeah.

- I traced that number.

Lester ended up
with another boat.

- What did you find?
- Marion Caldwell's financials.

Lester came back to Haven
for her money,

specifically the $2 million
her mother left her.

- That fits.

We were wrong.

Marion wasn't
protecting Conrad.

Conrad was protecting her
all along.

I think Marion
was on that cliff with him.

- That makes perfect sense.

And Lester had a partner.

He got all this information
about Marion from-

- From Ted.

- Hello?

- Marion?
It's Audrey Parker.

- Oh, Agent Parker,
I'm sorry,

but I can't talk right now.

- Okay, Marion, listen to me.

I know you were up on that cliff
with Lester.

- How did you know?

- It doesn't matter.

Lester was after
your inheritance.

- I don't understand.

- Marion,
he was working with Ted.

- What?
No. I don't believe that.

- What were you doing
up there that night?

- I was supposed to go meet Ted
to go star gazing,

but he never showed up.

- Yeah, Ted got you up there,

and Lester was going
to take care of the rest.

- No. No.

- Have you given TED access
to your money lately?

- The deposit.

- Marion?

Marion?

- I have to go.

Now!

- No.
Marion, wait!

Hello?

Marion!

Hello?

Nathan?

Marion is going after Ted,
and she doesn't know

what she's capable of.

She could hurt him and a lot
of other innocent people.

- How are you going
to find her?

She could be anywhere.

- I know exactly
where she's going.

- Ted!
- Marion!

- Where are you going?

- Just going
on a small business trip.

- Really? With three bags?
And all my money?

- Marion, it's not
what it looks like!

- It was all lies, wasn't it?

You never loved me!
- Marion, please!

- Don't!

- Marion, I've done nothing
to-to harm you!

- Liar!

- Marion, I'm leaving now.

Marion! I'm sorry!

- You liar!

- Marion.

- This doesn't concern you!

- Look around you, Marion!
All of this is you.

Marion, listen to me.

You've hurt people,

and you're going to keep
hurting people.

The wind that killed Lester,
the fog, the hail?

All of this,
you're doing this.

You need to make it stop.

Let it go.

Just let it go.

- I know. I know.

It's okay.
It's okay.

- You should get this car
fixed up.

Hertz is gonna
put a hit out on me.

Hey, when you were
up at Tuiw-um...

- Tuwiuwok. It means-
- Haven.

- The full name means
"Haven for God's Orphans."

- Orphans?
- Yeah.

People liked "Haven" better.

- Yeah, I suppose they would.

You know, I know why
you were up there that night.

- To keep an eye
on Marion.

I always have.

I didn't trust Ted
as far as I could throw him.

- Or maybe you just...
loved her?

It's time to step up, Conrad.
- How's that?

- I could put her in jail,
but what would that solve?

If Marion lets her emotions
get out of control again,

a lot of people
could get hurt.

Only three of us know
what she can do,

but only one of us has a real
chance of making her happy.

She needs somebody
to keep her safe

but most importantly, calm.

- I should have
listened to you.

- It's okay.

I'm not sure
I would listen to me either.

- I won't make
that mistake again.

Oh. I'm sorry.
The perimeter.

I know.

- Lilies and lilac.

- You're an odd man,
Detective.

How's your shoulder?

- It's all right.

Oh? Tough guy.

- So...

so you tie up
the loose ends on Lester?

- He and Ted worked it
from the start.

Then Lester got picked up
on a routine parole violation,

then broke out so Ted wouldn't
walk off with his share.

- How's Marion doing
with all this?

- She's still grappling
with the idea

that she affects the weather.

- You still believe that?

- And you still don't?

When you've ruled
everything else out,

you have to accept
what's left.

- Guess I'm not ready to rule
everything else out yet.

I know that picture.

- You do?
- Mm-hmm.

Colorado Kid murder.

Chief was a beat cop
on the case.

He never solved it,

which I try and remind him of
whenever I can.

- The Chief?

You mean your dad?

- I mean the Chief.

Can I see it?

She looks like you.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

- So what do you think?
Is she your mother?

An aunt?

- I really-
I don't know.

You know, every other kid I knew
dreamed that their parents

would come and claim them,

and then they'd turn out
to be rock stars.

But I-
I just dreamed that...

You know, never mind.

- Too late to stop now.

- I dreamed that my mother
would roll up in a big bus,

and she would rescue every kid
in every orphanage in the world

and bring them home.

- Might be a good idea
to let that one go.

- Yeah, well,
I wish I could.

- Howard.
- Hey, boss.

You know that vacation time
I never take?

I need a few weeks.

There's just something
I need to look into.

- No problem.
You deserve it.

She's staying.

Maybe she can help you
with your troubles.