The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair

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

Well, this is me.

I work here on Saturdays.

You should, uh, come by.

For the past week,

the famous New York writer Mr. Harry Quebert

has been coming here every day.

Is this one of the best restaurants?

Yes, Mrs. Quinn.

Yes, Mom.

And don't call me Mom, okay?

It's not a country inn.

Whatever happened

to innocent until proven guilty?

I can't just leave it there.

The whole thing makes me wanna puke.

Oh, shit... Go back to New York, Marcus.

Stay far away from all this.

How come I never heard of Nola Kellergan before,

all the time I've been coming here?

Till we found her corpse,

it was all ancient history.

I want you to tell me about Nola, who she was.

I need to know everything, Harry,

if we're gonna get you out of here.

Harry didn't kill that girl, Travis, I know it.

Because he's your friend?

Because there's someone out there

who doesn't want me to figure out who did.

This is serious, Marcus.

You should have handed this over to Gahalowood.

I've seen a lot of crazy shit as a cop.

People up in this corner of the country

do a lot of disgusting stuff with woodchippers and axes...

But I have two daughters,

and I can't imagine going through

what Mr. Kellergan as gone through.

Get out... Please just go now.

Hey... Hey!

Thanks for coming.

Did you hear about the car?

No, I haven't heard about anything.

What happened?

Tell me what happened.

Your Corvette got torched last night.

Whoa!

Marcus?

Hi, Travis.

You okay?

Yeah, uh, yeah, I was coming back,

and then as I turned in the driveway, I, um...

I saw somebody running into the woods,

and then I saw the flames.

Would you be able to identify the person you saw?

No, no, it was too dark.

Chief Travis!

I found this near the car.

"Strike three"?

Yeah, I, uh... I got the second one yesterday.

I told you, Marcus, this isn't a joke.

I know, I know.

I'm gonna leave a patrol car here for the night

just in case.

Okay.

Travis Dawn is having the note analyzed,

but it really looks like

someone doesn't want me digging into this thing.

You know I'm supposed to go

in front of the grand jury next Tuesday.

Mm-hm.

Roth says

they almost always side with the prosecution.

Yeah.

It's like a nightmare.

That I can't wake up from.

You know, they arrest me,

and I think I'm gonna be out in a few hours...

Now I could just...

rot here for the rest of my life.

Hey, you're not gonna go to prison, okay?

Me and Roth,

we're here to make sure that doesn't happen.

Tell me more about you and Nola,

your time together outside of Clark's.

Okay.

Um...

Things happened without my meaning them to.

I felt safe at Clark's.

Professional.

But the day she invited me to her concert,

the day I met her father,

that's when I knew I was in trouble.

...thank you very much

for that generous, generous donation... Sorry.

I just wanted to introduce you to someone.

Sure.

Mr. Quebert?

Yes?

Sorry to interrupt.

I'm... I'm done for the day.

I just wanted to introduce you to my father.

Oh!

Reverend David Kellergan, this is Mr. Quebert.

Ah... A pleasure. Very nice to meet you

So you're the famous writer

come to grace our little town.

Well, I think it's your little town

that has graced me.

Well, you should stop by our church

some Sunday.

It's a small congregation, but filled with good people.

I'm sure you'd fit right in.

Well, thank you very much for the invitation,

but I think I'm more of a Thoreau kind of guy.

I find my soul comes alive when I'm alone in nature.

Ah.

Well, uh, perhaps one day

you'll allow me to introduce you

to the true joy of Christian fellowship...

Okay... All right, Daddy.

Uh, we're gonna go.

Um... there's a high school show today at 5:30.

Oh, my daughter here has the voice of an angel.

Oh, really?

Stop... Wow.

Now, Nola, leave Mr. Quebert here in peace.

Why would he want to come to a high school show?

He might want a break... from writing.

Yeah, I'm... Well, to be honest,

I have a lot of work I need to get done.

There you go. You see?

You have a good evening now, Mr. Quebert.

It was a real pleasure meeting you, Reverend.

Same here.

Break a leg.

Thank you.

He seems very nice.

Mm-hm, yeah, he is.

Hi! Mr. Quebert?

Yes.

I'm Maggie Pratt.

Hi, Maggie.

This is Chief Pratt.

Hi, Chief.

I'm the Chief's wife.

It's an honor to meet you...

Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to welcome you

to the end of the year Montburry Talent Show.

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You should go home.

Why'd you run off?

You should go home.

I'm a little... I've been drinking.

I'm a... I'm a little drunk.

Why were you drinking, Harry?

I'm just tired of the solitude.

I'm here to keep you company.

I finished your book, Harry,

"The Mirror of Life"?

Mm-hm?

It broke my heart.

It was so open, and beautiful, and...

brave.

Thank you.

Maybe it's just...

it's just easier to... hmm...

to write about the world than... live in it.

It's not easier, it's safer.

Like riding a bike with the brakes on.

But who wants to ride a bike with the...

With the brakes on?

I sound like the drunk one now.

Did you like the song?

Yes.

Did you hear it all the way through?

Yes.

Your dad was right.