Haven

Previously on Haven...

Watch out!

You seriously can't feel pain?

It's called idiopathic neuropathy.

Chief wournos, this is...

Special Agent Audrey Parker.

This could be why I thought I recognized you.

We found that in our newspaper archives

from 27 years ago.

- All right, I have a theory. - Surprise.

There are two different Havens.

There's the one that's right beneath the surface,

and then there's one right underneath that.

This is a whole new world.

- Did you see anything? - Yeah.

A big metal bowl crushed my place.

You like it. The weirdness.

I've seen this movie.

You know, you have a very rare talent.

You see things the way they are.

Crap.

All right, can we at least agree

that whatever's going on here, this is not normal?

Yeah.

Damn it.

Aah!

Hey!

Hey, what--

eleanor, what are you doing?

Teaching the summer people where not to park.

What? It's a perfectly good parking spot.

Back in '87, the Gibson girl got hit by a car.

She couldn't see it, because the car parked here

blocked the sight line, so no one parks here now.

And how exactly am I supposed to know that?

What about posting a sign?

Gah, why does everything in this town

have to be such a huge secret?

No one'll talk to you about your mother, eh?

Apparently, I don't have the secret password yet.

Well, you stick out, Audrey.

You gotta learn to be a local.

For instance, larissa's baked goods are too dry.

Rosemary's are better.

Ah, give it 10 or 15 years, kiddo, you'll be fine.

Parker.

Hey, where's the Haven hunt club?

So what is this exactly?

I'm picturing a lot of deer heads

staring down at everyone.

Yep, except most of the hunting is guys

using shots of whiskey to bring down business deals.

Exclusive.

Well, not that exclusive.

They let my father join.

You mean the chief?

I mean my father.

This is his personal life.

And, uh, it's not yours, apparently.

Nope. Not a big fan of killing for fun.

All right, so who's the victim?

T.R. Holt.

Divorced, old money.

Whoa!

Consensus says it was a wolf attack,

but we'll have to analyze the fur to make sure.

Probably rabid.

They think it broke the window to get in.

But you don't?

Rabid wolves bite and run.

They don't feed like this.

But they break into cars, apparently.

All right, so what,

he used his head to bash in the window?

I mean, unless he's as numb as you are,

or he just really, really wanted to get in.

Something about this just feels creepy.

Full moon last night.

Oh, look at you, trying to make a werewolf joke.

You know, you should smile more often.

People will know when you were joking.

Probably.

We got a problem.

Manager says that holt was arguing

with a guy named Brad donnelly when he left last night.

All right, and the problem is?

My father. They're both friends of his.

You want to blame this on Brad donnelly?

How does that even begin to make sense?

Chief, wolves don't just--

look, don't be telling me what they do,

what they don't do.

I'm looking at what one of 'em did.

That animal's got to be killed, that's it.

Before it teaches other wolves to break into cars?

We're gonna organize a hunt.

Put out the call for volunteers.

You're helping on this.

Putting dozens of men in the forest

blasting at everything that moves is not a good idea.

You see? That's exactly where you're wrong.

If we don't investigate and something comes out later,

it'll look like you were covering for your buddies.

Look, it's gonna take some time to organize your hunt.

All right? So just give us the day.

Okay, take the day.

Nothing else better happen.

what were t.R. And donnelly fighting over?

A woman. I don't know who.

Was it the kind of fight worth killing someone over?

How would I know?

These guys live to piss on each other.

Go find landon, talk to him.

I think he's around here somewhere.

Landon Taylor?

Owns the dry cleaners over on prince?

Yeah.

He hangs around here a lot

ever since his wife died in that fire.

I heard t.R. And donnelly

damn near blew his head off a couple of days ago,

fighting about something.

Whenever you're ready, landon.

Pull!

Didn't lead it enough.

Oh, no, you led it fine. Your aim was just low.

I think I can tell, thanks.

Okay, if you think so.

I'm sure you think you could do better?

Oh, by better, do you mean hit the target?

Here.

School me.

All right.

Keep 'em coming.

Pull.

All right, how many of these do I need to do?

My shoulder's starting to get sore.

I have been to school, and I have learned.

Can we go talk for a minute, landon?

You all know why we're here.

T.R.'S dead.

I want parties to start up by the derry road,

come back across state land.

We'll drive the sucker to the sea.

Who's game?

Excuse me.

Gentlemen, Mr. donnelly.

Detective, you joining in?

No, sir.

Neither are you.

I need you all to stand down.

I know you all want to get the animal that did this.

That's understandable.

But the chief has asked that we hold off till tomorrow.

You saw the car, wuornos.

What's to investigate?

Go on, everybody.

Go on.

Gillespie said that you had been shot at?

Yeah? Well...

It's no big deal.

Getting shot at is always a big deal.

You were with t.R. And donnelly, right?

- Yeah, but, uh-- - but...

You don't think you were the target?

No.

All right, so who was shooting at who?

All right, listen, I don't mean to cause any trouble here.

I just--I need to know what happened.

Donnelly fired, a bullet hit a tree right next to me, okay?

Scared me half to death.

Donnelly shot at t.R.?

I hate to think so.

Accidents do happen out there.

Mr. donnelly, we want to talk to you.

Wait, I've seen you around.

You're that FBI girl, Parker.

Oh, keen eyes.

Makes me wonder how you missed that shot

that you took at t.R. The other day.

Coincidences make me curious.

T.R. Wasn't shot, and I didn't shoot him.

There's a coincidence for you.

But you were fighting with him.

T.R. And I were like brothers.

Fought, drank, raised hell...

Like brothers.

Nobody's gonna miss that poor bastard more than me.

Donnelly's hiding something.

Besides his charms? Yeah, I don't doubt it.

But I'm not buying murder by animal.

Oh, there they are.

Landon confirmed that t.R. Shot at donnelly?

Landon didn't really know one way or another.

Just the people we were looking for.

Don't have anything, for you, fellas.

Unless you want a pastry.

Are those larissa's?

You bet they are.

- Pass. - You should try Rosemary's.