- Previously on Haven...
- FBI! Who are you?
- Haven PD. Who are you?
- FBI. Are you deaf?
- Chief Wuornos, this is...
- Special Agent Audrey Parker.
- g*n 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 Herald.
- 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 sh**ting for civil.
- Okay, you know what?
You...
My bad.
Let me take this again.
You were the local b*at 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 sh**ting 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!
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 d*ed.
- 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 v*olence
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...
- 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 d*ed.
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 f*ring 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 att*ck 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 att*cked you.
- Then you're a fool,
Officer Parker,
because I wasn't att*cked.
- 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 b*at 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 d*ed.
- She d*ed 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 att*cks 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 k*lled
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
k*lled her,
just like your people
k*lled my Penny.
- Hmm.
Way I heard it,
she was free of you
for three days
before she d*ed.
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.
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.
01x02 - Butterfly
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When FBI Special Agent Audrey and partner Nathan is dispatched to the small town of Haven, Maine, on a routine case, she finds herself becoming increasingly involved in the return of "The Troubles", a plague of supernatural afflictions that have occurred in the town at least twice before.
When FBI Special Agent Audrey and partner Nathan is dispatched to the small town of Haven, Maine, on a routine case, she finds herself becoming increasingly involved in the return of "The Troubles", a plague of supernatural afflictions that have occurred in the town at least twice before.