Haven

Previously on Haven...

Charlotte might be able to create a vaccine

against the contagion.

If Charlotte's successful, it could lead to a cure

for The Troubles.

CDC denies having any personnel in Haven.

Kirk. What are you doing here?

If your trouble activates...

Go home before you catch sick.

I can't breathe.

None of us can.

It's Kirk.

His trouble draws the oxygen

out of the air around you.

And we're losing oxygen fast.

Your friends are dying.

Be a hero. End the contagion.

Nathan.

Parker.

You're still sick.

How is that possible?

I want to fix you.

And I'm supposed to believe

you're not planning on gutting me because?

It's like you said.

We're on our own.

You used to bring me coffee.

Fresh pot brewing right now.

Pete Palak's body was just found

in a dumpster outside the hospital.

Pete's dead?

Stabbed.

Gloria puts TOD at the same time the contagion ended.

What are you thinking?

Duke.

That would explain why he's gone awol.

Mara has to be behind this.

Do you think that he's with her?

There's no way Mara got off Duke's boat without his help.

Hey.

You shouldn't still be sick.

I'm fine.

People get the flu, Nathan.

It's not flu season.

So you do think it's about the split?

That the reason I'm sick is because I shouldn't be here?

No.

That I'm not real?

No. I did not...

I didn't say that.

Okay, good.

Because for once in my life

I am my own person,

and except for a little cough,

I feel great.

Parker, hey...

You...

You are the realest person I know.

More real than me, most days.

But...

What if losing your immunity to The Troubles

wasn't the only effect that the split had on you?

This journal is not helping!

Wow, you're cranky.

Absorbing that contagion trouble

must really be stirring things up in there.

You said you were gonna fix me.

Yes, but I also said I need aether to do it.

Yeah, to open up one of your thinnies, right?

Pretty sure I know what your priority's gonna be.

Why don't you just vent something?

It might put you in a better mood.

I can't.

What's wrong?

I have been...

Through every page of this journal,

and it seems that the only troubles

left for me to let out are anything but manageable.

Mass casualties, huh?

Well...

You can't say I wasn't ambitious back then.

Yeah.

Ambitious.

And cruel.

You didn't care about a single person's life

that your troubles ruined.

So why should I believe all of a sudden

that you give a damn about helping me?

Because helping you helps me.

I'm not immune to your trouble, remember?

Mm-hmm.

Right.

So you're just in this to save your own skin?

Well...

Hey, at least it's honest.

Almost makes me like you.

Good.

Now stop sulking and go find that damn aether.

Hey.

We're gonna talk.

Call Dwight Hendrickson.

Dwight Hendrickson.

Dialing.

Morning.

Kirk, right?

Charlotte?

Did, uh, Dwight send you here?

I'm here for myself.

They're saying you made a cure.

I heard about what happened the other day at the hospital.

Lady, I suffocated three people I wasn't even near.

- That's terrible. - Yes, it is.

So fix me.

Look, I'm sorry.

I don't have a cure.

Not now.

I might have found a gene that

could be associated with The Troubles.

But if you consent to tests...

I don't want a test.

I already know what I am.

Okay, sir, I'm just... I'm trying to...

Bull!

You need to do more.

Kirk. Step back.

She's jerking us around.

Can't you see that?

Leave now,

under your own power

or mine.

I'm glad you called.

Yeah, me too.

He's losing it.

Sometimes hope, it makes people, I don't know, a little crazy.

I don't know about hope.

I feel like I'm inspiring frustration more than anything.

Not with me.

That sample of aether you gave me,

I'm almost through with it.

Could you get me some more?

I'd like to compare it to the DNA marker,

see if there's any commonalities.

I think I can do that.

Why don't I bring it by when I

pick you up for dinner?

Dinner?

Gotta eat.

Gotta eat.

No, I'm not crying in front of my coworkers.

They're in the back.

Look, I need the extra shifts.

I need the money.

Please, she can afford it.

My rent was due last week.

Look, I can't keep living this way.

I don't know how much longer I can hold it together.

Ahh!

You're supposed to check in, Vince.

Your contacts have any word on Duke and Mara?

Although I don't approve of his travel companion,

maybe Duke Crocker had the right idea.

Taking off with the woman who created The Troubles?

To get out of Haven before Charlotte Cross

brings the wrath of whoever she works for down on our heads.

We know who she works for.

The CDC, I checked her out.

You checked?

Well, I looked into it myself,

and nothing official supports the CDC

being dispatched to or conducting business here.

She's off the record.

Sometimes an operative makes a full assessment

before calling in a whole unit.

You realize you trusted her with our most ancient secrets?

She hasn't told anyone back at the CDC

what she's working on here.

I just buried my sister.

How many people have you lost, Vince?

We keep beating our head against the supernatural,

but what if it's just science?

I know in my gut that Charlotte Cross is here

to help save this town from The Troubles.

Why are you so sure she's not?

I should be laying out copy for tomorrow's paper.

It's like she was a life-sized Mrs. Potato Head

with loose parts and fewer sartorial choices.

Blood? Cut marks?

No. I smell a trouble,

but I will be shipping a piece over to Dr. Fancypants

per order of the chief.

Dwight has Charlotte checking up on you?

Oh, she's testing subjects for her DNA marker.

Sounds like a make-work project to me.

You don't like her?

She can have the left foot.

There's plenty.

But if I was 30 years younger,

she'd have to come down here and take it from me.

She's a skinny thing, too, isn't she?

Too skinny, it looks weird.