Haven

Previously on Haven...

Duke, are you feeling sick?

'Cause a lot of troubled people

have been infected and Nathan,

he's starting to bring them into the morgue.

Maybe that's the point of this,

to infect troubled people

and force out the troubles.

Chief Hendrickson, Dr. Charlotte Cross with the

Centers for Disease Control.

Better get this CDC lady out

of Haven before she gets a whiff

of The Troubles.

She starts digging into my

data, questioning me about

all of my cover stories

for The Troubles.

I hereby place Haven, Maine

under quarantine.

The bears are designed

to present themselves to you

so if we take you out of town,

maybe the bears will stop

showing up in Haven.

Dwight. You selfish prick.

- Is it bad? - You have no idea.

Do you still think your friends have your back?

No. We're on our own.

Slow traffic ahead.

Seriously?

Seriously.

What's with the new welcome to Haven sign, Rebecca?

Quarantine. Nobody in or out.

Well, it looks like I got Eve and Hank

out of town just in time.

I...

Dwight's orders.

Oh, Dwight didn't need me.

Oh, I forgot there's rules

for you and then there's rules

for everybody else.

Just stop right there.

That's enough.

Let her through.

The chief said nobody goes...

You want to explain to Dwight

why you barred his best detective

during a crisis, be my guest.

I hear he's been looking for a new traffic cop.

I had that.

Yeah, but this way Rebecca has fewer black eyes.

Anyway, ignore her.

Everyone's on edge with the contagion spreading

throughout town.

But it only targets troubled people, Rebecca has a free pass.

Well, the disease sets off troubles without needing

any emotional prompting.

Every troubled person could go off soon.

So no one in Haven is safe.

Over 15 people already have the first stage of the contagion.

Pete's over at the morgue right now keeping an eye on them.

Soon, all their troubles will be activated and any one of those

could claim multiple lives.

So it's a race, stop the contagion and find the troubled

person causing it before all the troubles go off.

Just another day in Haven.

Hey, what else are we gonna do?

I'll follow you.

Yeah, well, just keep up, okay?

How'd you know your blood shows the same genetic marker

as every person with the disease?

Let's get some fresh air.

I'll explain everything.

Don't move.

- You had a gun. - Just like you.

I'm not going down as easily as Mr. Banks did.

Easy... easy, okay? I didn't kill anyone.

This gun's for you.

So much for Haven being a peaceful town.

Yeah. Looks can be deceiving.

So what's the plan?

You take me out here and you bury me in a shallow grave?

Target practice.

You ever hear of a shooting range?

Just humor me. Okay?

Now I know why you're single.

I'm not that bad of a shot.

Just do me a favor.

Only fire off one round, okay?

Dwight?

No, I... the gun malfunctioned.

I'm fine.

I was prepared for it.

I knew this one was coming and I dressed...

Appropriately for the occasion.

What?

It's time I tell you about The Troubles.

Yeah, all right, thanks for the heads up, Harry.

Just get home and be safe.

Well, are you going to say anything?

Or you just here for the show?

'Cause it's 20 to watch, 50 to touch.

Just... shut up.

Dwight's about to sell us out.

He's gonna tell his lady friend at the CDC

all about The Troubles.

And you're wondering whether you should let me out or not.

To help you stop the contagion and get the scientist

out of dodge.

It's a risk.

But so is doing nothing and ending up in a Petri dish.

Well, come on.

I got a job for you to do.

Still need more convincing?

Watch this.

Thanks. That'll be all.

Many companies use a form of ethanol to artificially ripen

their crops.

The average human body produces three CCs a day, so...

Maybe she's secreting it.

Troubles are real.

Except they're not. I mean, magic isn't real.

Witches weren't in Salem and The Troubles aren't here.

So how did your bullet turn and hit me?

Maybe it didn't.

Maybe you had a sniper shoot at the same time I pulled

the trigger.

Why? For what purpose?

To cover up a death. Mr. Banks?

Banks had a carbonation trouble.

The sickness triggered it. Caused his IV bag to bubble.

And one of those bubbles got into his blood stream,

causing a stroke.

This isn't possible.

If you're going to help us, you're going to have

to believe.

Finally.

You're a hard man to track down, Mr. Simon.

I'm sorry, but I don't discuss

work matters outside of meetings.

Contact my staff and book a sit down with myself

and the governor.

I'll be but a minute.

We're having a problem with the federal organization

overstepping in Haven.

And I'd love to make an exception, except it wouldn't be

fair to those who went through the proper channels.

Uh, maybe this will convince you.

We helped you, Mr. Simon. Now you help us.

We might have our guy.

I talked to the manager of the restaurant

where the first contagion victims either worked or ate.

And it turns out they've had a delivery driver out sick

for days.

Victor Kirby.

You sure he isn't just on a bender?

I've picked him up for a bunch of drunken disorderlies.

Oh, I know, that's what I thought.

But it turns out, he's here.

He turned himself in and asked to be placed

in solitary confinement.

Like you would if you're responsible for the epidemic.

Yeah. You know what?

Maybe I should handle this.

Hey, I've been around sick people all day, I'm alive.

Oh, what, you're gonna go all macho on me?

Yeah.

- Stay back. - Kirby?

It's all right, we just want to talk.

- You open it? - No, it's not safe near me.

Don't worry. You're not gonna make him sick.

What?

I was blowing chunks a couple days ago,

but I'm the victim, man.

The victim. Victim of what?

For the last couple days, every time I touch someone,

I see them die.

Not right in front of me, like how it's gonna happen some day.

- Just like Vanessa Stanley. - Right.

He can't be responsible for the contagion.

No, only one trouble per person.

Aunt Vanessa? What's she have to do with this?

- Don't touch him. - No.

No more.

Kirby? Calm down, okay, it's just us.

No, make it stop.

Hey? Get out.

It's all right. Just...

Kirby? Put the gun down.

- Why is this happening to me? - You were sick recently, right?

Yeah. That was days ago.

That flu didn't just make you sick.

It brought out your trouble.

And we want to fix it, but we need to figure out

how you got sick.

I must have caught it during one of my deliveries.

Okay, so, give us your list of your deliveries.

We might be able to stop this.

You don't get it... every time I touch someone,

I see how they end.