Gracepoint

Previously, on Gracepoint...

100 bucks says that's the boat they used,

and those hairs belong to Danny Solano.

Hey, what are you doing with that?

You said you were gonna stop.

I know men who'd rape you.

If you or your family ever need to talk, call me.

Where were you on the night of Danny's death?

I was up late trying to write a sermon, trying.

I know about you and Gemma Fisher.

You can't tell anyone about this.

You listen to the doctors, and you get some proper help.

Do you have a conviction for statutory rape?

So you send me off to question Jack

'cause you got something better?

Your Jack Reinhold piece is next.

Yesterday I saw Owen talking to Jack Reinhold.

He's got a history.

They're gonna say that I did it!

I didn't do it!

That camera has Danny passing by at 11:07.

I'd put him at Harvey Ridge around 11:35.

Let's see how long this takes. Be as precise as we can be.

The later he gets to the hut,

the smaller our window for the murder.

That sound good to you, Miller?

I'm not sure "good" is the word I'd use.

I still want to know why Jack Reinhold had Danny's phone.

Did forensics get anything off it?

No, it got soaked in the bottom of the kayak.

Aw! No data, no texts, no call log.

Two prints that match our database, Jack's and Mark's.

Mark touched the phone when Jack brought it over to the house,

and Jack found the phone, so...

Or claimed to 'cause his prints were already on it.

But here's what I don't understand.

I always thought that Danny had a smartphone

because Tom was constantly complaining

that Danny's phone was better than his.

- So where is it? - Good question.

Both Mark and Beth say that he only had that old one.

Think he bought it on his own?

He did have all that cash in his room.

Where from, Jack Reinhold?

Yeah, none of this fits. Jack is 73.

How would he get a body two miles down the coast,

boat or no boat?

Maybe he had an accomplice.

Yeah.

You talk to Tom at the end of the night?

A little. He was tired.

He just wanted to go home.

Tell him thanks for me.

This was important, timing the route.

He did right by Danny.

Jack paid a visit to the Solanos on Sunday.

He was pleading and begging as they threw him out.

Come on, Owen, are we doing this story together?

What's that supposed to mean?

It means shared byline.

Means a little bit more money.

I figured out I make about 400 bucks a story, on average.

I'll give you 200, cash.

It might come in useful with your mom.

Wow.

You really go for the jugular.

I thought I was trying to help you out.

Jack pled guilty to the statutory rape charge.

He admitted it?

I was gonna bring it to Kathy, see what she thought.

You're going to Kathy with it?

- I work for her. - Yeah, I know,

and I know you respect her,

but what do you think she's gonna say?

She's probably gonna say that we should sit on it,

wait for Jack to respond.

And you already gave him that chance.

10:40, we write fast, we can have something in by tomorrow.

San Francisco Globe or Gracepoint Journal,

your choice.

An eerie silence enveloped the town of Gracepoint...

We're on the news again.

To stage a reconstruction along the route

where Danny Solano was last seen

the night before his body was found beneath the cliffs.

Are we ever gonna talk about it?

By "it," you mean what you did?

I...

I've been with you... since I was 16 years old, Mark.

What don't you get from me?

Are you still attracted to me?

- Of course I am. - Not of course!

You slept with someone else! Why?

Am I not inventive enough in bed?

Is that it?

- That's not it. - What is it?

Are you bored with me?

- No. - Then what?

- Maybe... -

Maybe it was the opposite.

I don't know what that means, Mark.

Maybe it's a part of you that's bored with me,

that wishes that life would have been a little bit different,

'cause I know you had ideas about how life would be.

Like, you have other plans. You probably wouldn't have

even married me if it wasn't for Chloe.

That isn't fair.

I mean, but it's coming from somewhere.

Oh, God. So now it's my fault?

Hm.

You're putting what you did on me.

No, that's not what I'm saying, not at all.

Gemma, that was a surprise.

To be wanted.

And while you were out enjoying your surprise,

our son died.

You don't think I'm gonna spend the rest of my life

knowing that?

Wishing that I was here?

With Danny, you, at home?

Well, you weren't.

I really don't want to lose you, Beth.

Mm.

I feel like I already have.

I'm pregnant.

Well, you have to keep it.

No, I don't have to do anything.

Showers heavy at times

with occasional thunderstorms

and a high of 89 degrees. Partial clearing...

What are you doing?

Laptop.

That'd be this way.

Mm-hmm. Oh, here?

No, stop it.

I was joking. I'm trying to sleep.

Fine. Go back to sleep.

Mmm.

First byline, pretty exciting.

Yeah, yeah.

Ugh. God, I need coffee.

What?

This is not what we wrote.

Before you say anything...

In the Big Leagues now, huh?

Shot straight to the top.

Kathy...

Apparently, a promise to your editor,

your so-called mentor... your words...

means nothing to you. For this?

Will you hear me out, please?

Pointing the finger at an innocent man.

- You know Jack's not... - I didn't write that!

- Your name's right here, Owen. - I know,

but the entire article's rewritten, it's amped up!

That's not the version we submitted.

We submitted something else last night.

I can show you.

Go on, get out of my office.

This is a first.

Thought I'd stop by on my way to work, say hi.

You work too early.

Nah, I work too much.

Did Owen send you to check up on me?

Do I need to check up on you?

Oh, don't do that. Don't detective me.

You all right, Sara?

I could be,

if you felt like helping me out a little.

You're unbelievable.

Look, I got no furniture.

A thousand bucks, 900?

Oh, I've already given you three times that much.

It's not enough you're stealing from your own son?

Tell me what you did with that money.

No?

God, I don't know why I even bothered to stop by.

I saw something, Ell.

I don't believe you.

The night that Danny was killed.

Do you even know what night it was?

It was a Thursday.

All right. Tell me what you saw.

You lend me a thousand bucks, I-I will.

You need professional help, Sara.

He admitted it, sex with a minor!

He pled guilty,

and we're still letting him go count sea lions with our kids.

- You don't even have kids. - What does that matter?

I spent the day in jail because they thought

I did something. There's no real evidence yet.

So we're just gonna wait around until he does it again, huh?

Till he hurts some other kid?

- How's that gonna fee... - Enough!

You don't think I've thought about this?

About him?

About anyone else in this town?

I'm not a cop. I can't do anything.

If you want to work yourself up, fine!

You do what you want to do. Just please stop hounding me!