Gracepoint

Previously on Gracepoint...

They're panicking, starting to show themselves.

That's exactly what we want.

Our burned boat,

it belonged to my brother-in-law.

Who knew it was there?

I don't want anything to do with you.

I know men who'd rape you.

- You have any kids? - Daughter.

17, lives with her mother.

This is dad. Please try me.

You're the detective's kid.

Come and knock on my door sometime.

Found this.

That's Danny's phone.

Forensics get anything off it?

No data, no texts, no call log.

I know about you and Gemma Fisher.

I saw him with someone.

- With who? - Backpacker.

Lars Pierson.

His cell number was found in the lining of Danny's jacket.

Pointing the finger at an innocent man.

That's not the version we submitted.

What are you doing to protect Jack Reinhold?

You're asking for help, but you won't talk to us.

Vince is rounding up a lynch mob.

They're scum, the bunch of 'em.

They hounded that poor man to death,

and now they're playing innocent.

If you're coming, you'll need a black one.

County Supervisor's cutting our budget.

What?

Starting next week.

He's pulling staff support, forensic requests.

He can't do that.

That's what happens when a case drags on.

Bosses lose confidence, panic about accounting.

But we can't pull back. Pierson's still out there.

C.S.I.'s combing the property out at the Harvey Ridge hut.

- We're still looking over... - Get it done this week.

Drag everyone in.

Rack up overtime before he pulls the rug out.

Know what might help?

Nailing whoever vandalized Jack Reinhold's shop.

Might win us brownie points.

You know, you don't have to come to the funeral.

'Cause of this?

Screw 'em.

You think they're right? Worst cop in California?

Maybe top ten.

Danny's killer could easily be there.

With another death on their conscience,

let's see who's looking worried.

Doesn't seem right. Burying Jack,

and they still won't let us have Danny's body.

Well, they have to find the killer first.

Can we not do this right now?

You know, I-I've been thinking,

maybe I should start working again.

When?

I don't know. Next week maybe.

I mean, Vince can't carry the business forever,

and we need the money.

If you want me to stay home, I can...

No, no, no, no. You are probably right.

We need the money.

I will find something to do here alone.

You could go back to the visitor's center.

Get direction from the dead boy's mom...

That'll pack 'em into town. I'll be fine.

Nope, no way.

I said, "black."

I didn't even like him.

Change.

We are assembled here today to share our grief

and to celebrate the life of Jack Curtis Reinhold.

Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.

Jack Reinhold was a good man.

As we've learned, since his death,

an innocent man.

He owned a local business.

He was a part of our community.

He taught our children to notice and value

the natural world, and to work to preserve it.

So how are we here?

Why did this happen?

Because we let him be smeared and intimidated.

We were absent when he needed us.

We failed him,

just as we failed and continue to fail Danny Solano.

So well done, you.

You managed to give us all a good tongue lashing.

What did you just say to the town priest?

What, tongue lashing?

- Uhhuh. - Uhhuh.

Seriously, you did Jack proud.

Mm, you too. Holding his wake here...

It's very Christian of you.

Yeah, it's funny, seeing as I'm a wiccan.

Hi. It's good to see you both.

I'll have a white wine, and a beer for my husband please.

Yeah, yeah.

Seems like half of Gracepoint is here.

- Keep an eye on everyone... - Eye on everyone.

Tell you if I see anything suspicious... Got it.

I've taught you well.

Yes, I knew nothing before you came into my life.

Here you go.

- Thank you. - Mmhmm.

Hey.

I don't know what Beth told you,

but we're not going for that memorial service.

When all this is over, we're gonna have a real funeral, okay?

If your mind's made up.

It is.

Understood. Whatever you want, Mark,

I'll be there.

Well, I'll tell you if I want you there.

It was a nice lecture...

And a veiled message to me.

Not veiled at all.

I came to you, I told you Jack needed protection.

You did nothing.

Hi. Hi.

I never heard back from you on Susan Wright.

I had frank look into her. Nothing got flagged.

You didn't handle it?

I was hoping I'd get your personal attention.

My personal attention?

Is that funny?

Kathy, can we talk about this later?

Now is not the time, really.

Oh!

I'm fine. I'm fine.

- A few too many, buddy, huh? - I'm fine.

You doing all right there, Tom?

This must be a hard day for ya.

It's okay.

Is that Paul I saw you with?

Yeah.

You get along with him?

Did Danny get along with him?

I guess.

They ever...

Talk in private, meet outside of Sunday School?

What are you doing?

You all right?

Hey, why don't you go find mom?

You want to talk to my son, you come to me first.

I saw the priest put his hand on his leg.

They were sitting here alone, so I thought I'd check on him.

Did you not hear what Paul talked about in church?

You assume the worst in people at every single moment.

Sometimes I'm right.

You could show some gratitude

that I'm concerned about your boy.

You're a disturbed person.

I'd feel sorry for you, if you weren't making

everyone in this town so miserable...

Especially my wife.

Hey, buddy, you doing okay?

Why does everyone keep asking me that?

Well, there are a lot of people in this room who love you.

Look, I know all this must be really tough on you,

being at a funeral.

Does it make you think of Danny?

You miss him pretty bad?

Of course I miss him. Why wouldn't I?

Tom, why are you...

You don't even know anything about me anymore.

You want me to carry that for you?

No, thanks.

Pongo!

What's that, Dyl?

Pongo!

Ugh, crap. Uh... 7:58.

Uh, all right, hold on.

I can go alone.

- Pongo. - No, stay with your brother.

Daddy's getting him.

Dad, take him. I'm fine.

You need to stop worrying.

It's three blocks.

Uh... okay.

All right, give me a kiss.

Bye.

Have a good day.

Okay, buddy.

You know what I decided? No more newspapers.

You and I are done reading them till we close this case,

not online, not in print. It isn't healthy.

You with me?

Just nod.

Close enough.

So what's up?

I finally got some information from Danny's cell carrier.

Turns out Danny's flip phone was set to forward

all calls to another number.

That number has to be his smartphone,