The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair

Previously, on the Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair...

I told you, Bobbo.

Harry Quebert is taking Jenny to Augusta

to see the fireworks.

Who's Harry Quebert?

Mom, I don't think he's coming.

Who the hell is getting married?

Excuse me.

Tell us already.

What are we supposed to be celebrating?

Um...

My dear friends,

we have a new color television.

Robert has cancer.

- What? - Here's to Bobbo.

Oh, you poor thing.

Oh, my God!

Luther, you scared me! Geez!

What does he want from you?

He's a friend. Ow, you're hurting me.

Did somebody do that to you, Jenny?

You know Luther Caleb, Stern's chauffeur?

I had hoped that Nola would be the last,

that he would paint her

and get whatever it was out of his system.

So you think it was Luther who killed Nola?

I've thought so for the last 33 years.

Is this Luther's handwriting?

His instructions for pruning roses.

You can keep it if it'll help you.

Nola's home life was not a happy one.

Nola, is somebody beating you?

It's my mom.

She says I'm a wicked girl.

That's crazy.

My mother told me I had to be punished.

Take a look at that.

"Nola, my darling,

were you to die, where would my love go?"

Keep it in your safe for now.

You're gonna be a great writer,

and we're gonna get a big sun-colored dog,

a Labrador we'll name Storm.

The big news out of the State courthouse this morning

is that Harry Quebert is being released on bail

due to lack of evidence.

The handwriting isn't Harry's.

He didn't write the note on that goddamn manuscript.

Gareth is staying at the Montburry Motel

since his release.

They informed everyone in town

there's a registered sex offender in their midst.

Pratt found the black Monte Carlo,

then he dismissed it?

I'll call the station, find out where he is.

No, actually, I already know.

Pratt, open up!

Shit!

It appears there's been a development...

Chief Pratt killed himself?

You'd think so, but no.

Murdered.

What?

Yeah, a couple of good whacks

at the back of the head.

That's like Nola.

Pratt was protecting somebody

who was afraid that now he'd talk.

With everybody knowing what he did to Nola,

he knew he had nothing to lose.

Yeah, except his life.

Yeah, except that.

You have a theory?

I keep coming back to Elijah Stern.

What if Stern got home from meetings that day,

August 30th, like he said.

He finds Luther gone, and so is the Monte Carlo.

Maybe he hears on the radio that Nola is missing,

and that sends him out searching for Luther,

worried he's mixed up in it...

Evening, Officer.

- Evening. - What's going on?

Well, we got reports of a missing girl in the area,

so we're asking people to stay off the roads

until we find her.

Missing girl?

Where are you headed tonight?

Uh, I was just on my way home,

but I'm sure I can find another way.

We'd appreciate that, sir,

if you don't mind turning around.

Have a good night.

You too.

But maybe instead of going home,

Stern drove to Goose Cove.

Maybe he finds Luther there,

who confesses to killing Deborah Cooper as well...

Please help me.

Get a shovel and a pickaxe from the shed.

Luther tended the grounds at Goose Cove,

so it makes sense that they would bury Nola there.

After they dig the grave,

Luther could've secretly written

the farewell note to Nola.

After that,

Stern needs to find a way to protect Luther,

and that way is Pratt.

Pratt?

Let's say Luther saw Pratt grab Nola,

pull her into his car.

You know, Luther had been watching her like a hawk.

- Let's say he told Stern. - Mm-hmm.

Stern goes to see Pratt.

He tells him, "You let Luther get out of town clean,

and I'll let you get away with what you did to that girl."

But even if Pratt lets him get away with the murder,

maybe Luther can't live with what he did.

I'm so sorry, Eli.

He commits suicide a few days later

by driving his car off a cliff.

And the weirdest part in all this, though...

why would Stern go through all this mess,

I mean, maybe even kill someone,

to protect Luther?

Still trying to figure that part out.

They're burying her today, aren't they?

Yeah.

They're burying her, and I'm not there.

Ah, I wish I was dead.

And may she rest in eternal peace.

Hi, um....

can I just get a hot tea and a shot of brandy, please?

Be right back.

Thank you.

"Female of the species with a formidable sting."

Four letters, starts with "W."

Ha! "Wife."

I think it's "wasp."

Hey, Mr. Quinn.

Yeah.

May I?

Of course.

Thanks.

How's your book going?

Slowly.

There's a lot of gray areas to clear up, you know.

Listen, I wanted to ask you, um,

did your wife ever mention a compromising note she had

that Harry Quebert wrote?

How did you know about that?

Well, your wife told me.

She told me,

but then she said it went missing,

and I...

Look, all due respect,

it's a little hard to know what to believe

when it comes to, uh...

Believe her, Mr. Goldman.

My wife may not be the sweetest thing in the world,

but she doesn't lie.

Mr. Quinn?

Nola? Hey, sweetie.

How are you?

Um...

I have to talk to you.

What's up, kiddo?

This, um... this morning,

I went by Mrs. Quinn's office

to pick up my paycheck,

and I overheard her talking with Chief Pratt.

Take a look at that.

"Nola, my darling,

were you to die, where would my love go?

To lose you is to lose every part of me,

for I have secretly bequeathed to you

all that I am..."

See, he's a criminal

and a sexual predator.

Now, what are you gonna do about it?

Well, I can't do anything right away.

Why the hell not?

You entered his house illegally, Tamara.

You stole his property.

I could get in trouble

just for having this in my possession.

Then what do you suggest we do?

Keep it in your safe for now.

And don't worry,

you'll see how we deal with guys like that

around here.

Okay, and...?

Oh...

I need you to get that note, Mr. Quinn.

I beg you to get that note, please,

or Harry will go to jail, and...

it'll be all my fault.

I-I-I'm sorry, Nola, I don't...

He only wrote that note

because I tried to kill myself.

It's all my fault.