All language subtitles for Haven S01E08 Aint No Sunshine.DVDRip.NonHI.en.UNVSL

- Previously on Haven...

- You really think this
Jess Minion is a witch?

- What do you think
the troubles are?

Magic is everywhere here.

- Whatever she is,
she is interesting.

- So you seriously
can't feel pain?

- It's called
idiopathic neuropathy.

- Jess, I think Detective
Wuornos needs to come by

and conduct a safety
review of your home.

I'd say around 8:00?
- Great.

Maybe you can
bring a nice bottle.

- Of wine?

- Does she know
you're not a... a real boy?

- I'm gonna do what I
can to help you find out

about your mum.

- You would do that?

- Well, we gotta
stick together up here.

- The troubles are
back, aren't they?

- Yeah, I think so.

- And I'm afraid they
won't go away this time.

- Nonfat almond mocha latte

with a dusting of
cinnamon, I think.

- Black, I think.

- Nope, I decided to try yours.

- How do you like it?

- Still working up
the nerve to try it.

- You know you could
have come inside.

- You were sleeping.

- You could have
been sleeping too.

- But then who would
have got us the coffees?

Right?

- Oh, you're an odd
man, Detective Wuornos.

- That's what they
keep telling me.

- I have a few
people to visit today.

Would you like to
come by tonight?

- Yeah.

I'd like that.

- Tell Audrey I say hello.

- Hi.

- Hey, thanks for picking
me up this morning.

My car just wasn't feeling
up for it or something.

Thanks.

Mmm.

What is this?

- Dessert, I think.

- Ah, Jess's
influence, I take it.

- She has a sweet tooth.

- All right, so you went
out with her last night,

but you're bringing her
coffee in the morning?

That means that you
didn't spend the night,

and no sane man
leaves that woman's bed

unless the world is on fire.

- If I hadn't picked you up,
who would you have called?

- I don't know, a
bureau car, a cab.

- Any friends you can call?

Here?

I've been here,
what, five minutes.

- It's been a lot
longer than that.

- Okay, you know what,

if you don't want
to talk about Jess,

just say so.

- Would that work?

- Probably not.

Who would you
have called in Boston?

- A bureau car, a cab.

I have friends!

- Mm-hmm.

What's that cop's name?

- Steve.

- Stan.

How 'bout her?

- Okay, I get it.
You know, I get it.

Good morning, Stu.

- Morning, Audrey.

- Morning, Stan.

- Hey, Nathan.

- Crap.

All right, so who's
our friend here?

- Bill Rand.

Stabbed through the heart

after he came out of
that bar at closing time.

- Weapon?

- Honestly not sure.

A long knife, sword, spear.

Whatever it was, it
went right through him.

And whoever used
it took it with 'em.

- Looks like
Mr. Rand was stabbed

through his I.D. first
and then his heart.

- Not easy to do.

- Well, not unless you're
trying to make a point.

Hey—hey, the Hessberg
Medical Center.

Doesn't Jess work there?

- Yeah, Jess works
there sometimes.

So what do you
think, angry patient?

Coworker?

- Yeah, it makes
sense. Let's start there.

Thanks, Steve.

- Uh...

you're welcome.

- Hmm.

♪♪

- I have friends.

- I shouldn't have
said anything.

It's just this whole
thing with Jess,

it's making me do things
I wouldn't normally do.

- But, you know, she's worth it.

- Yeah.

Yeah, she is.

So...

do you have friends?

- I—I mean, I guess I just,
I never had time for them.

I worked two jobs in college,

and then went to Quantico,
and then the bureau.

- You should try small talk.

- Nathan Wuornos
promoting small talk?

That's like Superman
trying to sell kryptonite.

- I'm not the one
looking for friends.

- Hey, I didn't say that I
was looking for friends.

- Right this way, please.

- Watch this.

I like your hair.

- Um, right this way.

- All right, I need practice.

- Tons.

- Can you think of anybody
that may have wanted

to harm Mr. Rand?

- No, I really don't.

Bill was a nurse here forever.

The patients really liked
him, and so did the doctors.

- Were there any incidents
here at the medical center

that were related to Mr. Rand?

- Not that I can think of.

- When we talk to his
coworkers and patients,

we're not gonna
hear about anything?

- The dark man.

- Excuse me?

- We deal with a lot
of sad stories here...

People fighting for their lives,

taking terrible drugs,

often just to have
a few more months.

There's no explanation
as to why one person dies

and another one lives.

Some families make up stories

to make some sort
of sense of it all.

- Families believe a dark man

is responsible
for patient deaths?

- It's not unusual at all.

- Well, until we can
meet the dark man,

I'd like to focus on
someone we can see.

- And so he took
this terrible situation

and, like he always did,
he made it a funny story.

I think maybe that's what
I miss most about Rubin.

- Hey, we should go in.

- No, I can see Jess
some other time.

- No, actually I thought
it would be good

to go in and see if
these people can tell us

more about the place.

- Oh, of course.
Yeah, absolutely.

- That and his laugh
and his singing.

And his—well, I guess
you get the idea.

Thanks for listening.

- Thornton, is there
anything you'd like to share

about Sarabeth?

- Um...

I know that we're supposed

to be remembering
our loved ones today,

but I have to— To
remember something else.

I was a miserable
and angry husband,

and I treated my
Sarabeth like garbage.

Now I'm not that person anymore.

And when she died,
that person went with her.

I just wish that...

just wish she could
have been married

to the man I am now.

- That was really
powerful stuff.

- All those people
lost someone recently.

Hello.

- Hi.

- Jess, did you know Bill Rand?

- Nurse Rand? Why?

- He was killed this morning.

- Oh, my God.

- Are you Jess's policeman?

- Uh, guess I am.

- We want you to know
that the dark man is real.

- What exactly is the dark man?

- We don't know.

We just know he's a killer

and that he took
our families from us.

- Maybe we should
let the officers go.

- No, no, it's okay.

Have any of you seen
the dark man kill anyone?

- No, but we've seen
him lurking around here.

We've all had family
members die before their time

because of him.

- We realize how
crazy it sounds.

- Well, it would sound
better with evidence.

- Here, why don't we take
your contact information,

and if anything turns
up, we'll let you know.

- Okay.

- Unsurprisingly,

there's nothing about
dark man in here.

- No one seems
connected to Rand.

- Or filed a complaint
against him.

- Hey, thank you, Allan.

- Hey, Audrey.

- Allan.

He'd give me a ride
if I wanted him to.

- That's nice.

Except his name is Bob.

- Anyway, I would say
that we have nothing,

but I think we have
less than nothing.

- Actually, you have dinner.

- Awesome.

Nathan, would you
please marry this woman?

Sorry.

Did I just make that awkward?

- Well, we have to get
to second base first.

Sorry, I made that
even more awkward.

- Moo shu, kung pao,
peking duck, the classics.

- Thank you.

- My pleasure.

Apparently it's
what I have to do

if I want to see you at night.

- In that case, I will
keep him late every night.

- Whoa.

- Oops.
- That's all right.

- Well, how's it going today?

- Um, murder,

secrets, the usual.

- Sounds sad.

- Actually, the saddest thing

was those families today
at the Hessberg Center.

Seemed like most of
them weren't able to accept

the death of their
family members yet.

- I've been trying
to talk them out of

the dark man idea for weeks.

- We don't exactly know
what's going on at the center,

so maybe you should
just take a few days off

until we do.

- Isn't he cute when he
wants to take charge?

- He is cute.

You should see
him around babies.

Okay.

Well, time to let
you get back to work.

Maybe I'll see you later?

- I will try.

- Bye.

- You sure you're
up for planning a trip?

- No, but I need to think

about something other
than Bill for a while.

- You know, these tours
are pretty expensive.

- We have the money.

Where to begin.

- I'm going to order dinner.

- Maybe France.

Omelette du
fromage, s'il vous plaît.

Oh, café au lait.

Merci.

Bien sûr.

Ooh la la.

Mais, oui.

- Found the hole.

- So the knife went through
her and punctured the couch?

- No, the M.E. said that she
was stabbed from behind,

so it had to go
through the couch first.

- A knife that long would
never fit back there.

- No, it wouldn't, but it did.

At this point, the dark man's

starting to make a
lot more sense to me.

- Stabbing's emotional.

Somebody was really pissed off.

- Hey, can you make
sure to get a picture

of the back of the couch?

- Sure.
- Thanks, Tony.

Steve?
- Eddie.

- Ed—damn. That
wasn't even an option.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,
Eddie, Eddie, great.

Thanks for coming
in, Mrs. Halter.

- Menchie.

Can you tell us
about the dark man?

- Finally.

Of course I can.

He's tall and thin.

- He's short and wide.
- 6'5".

- Are you sure?

- Absolutely, positive.

And dark.

Really dark.

- I heard he carried a sword.

That's what I heard.

- But obviously you've...

You've never seen him.

- I'm a good listener.

- No, no, not a sword.

Maybe—maybe more like a bat.

- Definitely dark, though.

- Everyone says dark.

- Yes, dark.

- Look, our family
members died too soon.

It had to have
been the dark man.

Who else could it be?

- Thank you, Menchie.

Thank you, Thornton.

Thank you, Bart.
Thank you all for coming.

Thank you.

- Okay, well, let's get to work

looking for a tall, short,
thin, wide dark man,

who may or may not
be carrying a sword.

- Yes, you make pretty pictures.

But I don't want pretty.

I want real.

I want grungy.

I want it to hurt.

- Yes, you're a pain, all right.

- Mock away. But
photography is truth.

It reveals things.

It's how I roll.

- Oh, please.

- The only thing
your pictures reveal

is your tortured soul.

- At least I have a soul.

- Yeah.

- Ah.

- Just the person
I was hoping for.

- Hello.

- We need you to
settle an argument.

- Well, normally I
would love to, seriously,

but actually I was wondering

if I could check your archives.

- Ah.

Work before pleasure, of course.

- You know, I actually
used a computer

a couple times in school.

Do you care if I give it a shot?

- Well, of course
you have. I'm sorry.

- Okay.

- You know what
she's gonna pull up.

- This'll be embarrassing.

- So embarrassing.

- It was a different time.

- Maine was very short
on black people back then.

- Haven had none,
to its detriment.

- Does, uh...

"Dark man" ring
any bells to you guys,

maybe something
you didn't write about?

- Sorry, no.

- Me neither.

- All right, well,
it was worth a try.

Let's do some real police work.

- Two stabbings in one week,

and they both worked
at the medical center.

- I know, I looked into
the cancer patients.

27 deaths at the center
in the last three months.

And 12 of these obituaries

say they died before their time.

- But if patients are being
killed for some reason,

maybe someone wants revenge.

- Exactly.

- Wait, is that what you
were actually thinking,

or did you just steal my idea?

- Does it matter?

All right, so Wilson and
Rand were stabbed, right?

Do we know that all the patients
at the clinic died of cancer?

Do we know that for sure?

- They don't do autopsies
on cancer patients.

- No, they don't,
but it's not too late.

- You want to exhume them?

- I mean, I don't want to.

- We don't have enough
for a judge's order.

- No, we don't.

- Except Beverly Jane Mclntyre

is Judge Mclntyre's niece.

My theory might convince her.

You know, this is gonna
make us very unpopular

with some of the families.

- Yeah, but maybe when
we find out what's going on,

they'll forgive us.

I mean, I hope so.

Hey, I thought you were
meeting with Jess tonight.

- Yeah, I was until you talked
me into a pile of paperwork.

- No, I can do this.

I think we've established

that I don't have
anybody waiting up for me.

- No, it's fine. I can
see her tomorrow.

- You don't want to go.

- It's not that.

- Know what, you've been weird

about this Jess
thing from the start.

You have a beautiful
woman waiting up for you.

You have a partner who's
willing to do the boring paperwork,

and you still don't want to go?

Nathan, I wasn't gonna
say anything before,

but it's not like you
have people calling you

at all hours of the
day to hang out.

Tell me.

- Tell me. Come
on, what's going on?

- I don't know if I
can make it happen.

- Make what happen?

Oh.

Wait, this isn't
your first time, is it?

- No.
- This is your first time?

Well, what...

- It is my first
time since I've...

been like this.

I can't even feel
my own damn skin.

I can't feel her skin.

I don't know what
else I can't do.

I don't...

- Well, you
should just tell her.

- Why? What is she gonna say?

- I don't—I don't think
she's gonna say anything.

Listen, I'll— I'll do
this paperwork.

You just go figure it out.

- No, I should— - You know what?

You're welcome.

- You seemed so nice.

- I am nice.

- How is exhuming
our families nice?

- How did you know about that?

I just faxed that
paperwork an hour ago.

- A friend of mine
works in that office.

- I'm sorry.

I...

I really had no other choice.

- You absolutely had a choice.

- If the dark man
killed your wife

or anybody else, we need
to know how they died.

I'm sorry, but this
is the only way.

- If that's what it takes.

But you shouldn't have
gone behind our backs.

- I still don't like it.

- Let's go, Thornton.

Let's let the lady do her job.

- I'm not saying
you need wine, but...

I'm saying it wouldn't
be a bad idea.

- It's that obvious, huh?

- I know this isn't
your first date.

- It feels like it.

♪♪

- It is my first
date since I, um...

Since I stopped
feeling anything.

- Oh.

Nathan, I'm so sorry.

I didn't realize what
you were going through.

I understand.

Completely.

- Well...

okay, that makes one of us.

My stomach feels like, uh...

when my dad caught me
with a girl in high school.

- What was her name?

- I believe it was Nicole

he caught me with,

first time anyway.

- Nicole?

- She was a good kisser.

- Can you feel that?

♪♪

- No.

- Let me try again.

Nothing to lose.

Everything to gain.

Look at me this time.

♪♪

Don't stop looking at me.

Now can you feel me?

- Told you she
would still be here.

- Oh, God, I hate
it when you're right.

You should be in a bar
somewhere with your friends.

- Or so I've been
told. What's going on?

- Well, my brother and I
have a long-running argument

about painting and photography.

- Did you come all
the way down here

to have me settle this for you?

- No.
- Sort of.

- I'd like to take your picture.

And Vince would
like to paint you.

- And you choose your favorite,

and Dave will
learn to live with it.

Eventually.

- Is that gonna get you
guys to leave me alone?

- Honestly? Probably not.

But I can paint from the photo.

It'll only take a minute.

- Okay, fine. Let's—let's do it.

I mean, what else
do I have to do?

- Just stand there
and be Audrey.

- Is this good?

- Maybe without the weird smile.

- Unbelievable.

Jeez.

- Beauty.

Ah, nice.

That's what they
saw, it's a shadow.

That's the dark man.

Hey, watch out.

- Oh.

- Is that shadow
moving on its own?

- Yeah, it is.

And I'm pretty sure that it
already killed two people.

- Whoa.

- Turn out the lights.

You can't have a shadow
without any light, right?

- Well, how do you know that's
the way this shadow works?

- I don't know. I'm
just making it up, okay?

Just do it.

- All right.

- Look.

It does need the light.
It can't move without it.

- It's too dark for it to
come over here, right?

- Yeah, that's
what I'm thinking.

- I still don't know
how you can know that.

- It's in my supernatural
shadow guide.

It says, hold on, yep.

We're screwed.

- You ready to try this?

Oh, never mind. You're ready.

Don't get it.

- I need to see who it is.

- Why? It's Audrey.

It's always Audrey.

You'll answer it,

and after that you'll be gone.

Fine, answer it.

- Promise me we'll pick
this up again tomorrow.

- Promise.

- Parker?

- Nathan?

- Parker?

- Yeah.

- Nathan, it's right over there.

- Yeah.

- What the hell is that?

I think it's gone.

- Okay then.

Now we know what
the dark man is.

- Yes, we do.

- Yeah, and why everybody
described him differently.

- Shadows change shape
depending on the light.

But why'd he come after you?

- Beats me.

Do you think it's what
killed Wilson and Rand?

- Maybe.

- Dave, I need you to
download those images.

There might be a picture
of the shadow on there.

- He can't download them.

- Oh, well, Nathan
can just show...

- No, I know how to download.

I shoot on film.

Warmer tones.

- It's how he rolls.

- Okay, all right.
That's great, good.

So when can you
get us the images?

Target opens at 9:00, I think.

- Okay, all right.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

- Listen, I'm sorry if I,

you know, interrupted
anything with Jess.

- No, no, no, you
had a good reason.

- Yeah, it was a
pretty good reason.

So did, uh, anything happen

with Jess?

- It was about to.

- I'm sorry again. Sorry.

- "Some shall be pardoned
and some punished.

"For never was a
story of more woe

than this of Juliet
and her Romeo."

- That was it.

Sarabeth's favorite,
I don't know why.

- Too sad for you?

- No, no, it was too long.

It's nice hearing it
again. Thank you.

- How are you doing, Thornton?

- Hanging in there.

Some days are
better than others but...

- Of course.

And how did you manage to
take care of Sarabeth at the end?

- Well, she went so quickly,

I didn't have to do much.

See, the doctor gave
her a year or more.

We planned to
do all these things.

And—and then in a
month, she was gone.

- Menchie's son
died quickly too?

- Yeah.

- Do you guys talk about it?

- You kidding? It's
all we talk about.

- Mind if I help myself
to a glass of water?

- Oh, no, go ahead.
- Do you want some?

- No, I'm fine. Thank you.

- Got you your favorite, Nathan.

Extra whipped cream
and double caramel.

All right, so what do
those reports say?

- That these people all
died of the same thing.

Cancer.

- So not the shadow then.

- Well, there is
something missing

from the tox screen, though.

- What?

- Adriamycin,
bleomycin, herceptin.

- Chemotherapy drugs.

- The levels are either
too low or nonexistent.

- They weren't being treated?

- Well, maybe
with chamomile tea,

but not with conventional
chemotherapy.

- So then they would
have died before their time.

- Well, not surprising.

Untreated cancers
can kill you quickly.

- Right, but what
would be the benefit

to not treating them?

- Beats me.

That's your
department, isn't it?

- Jess, you okay in there?

- You see that?

- That looks like a long knife.

- It's what killed Rand.

- And Wilson.

This is the knife that
can bend behind a couch.

- Yeah, but look what's
happening in every photo.

- The flashes erase
part of the shadow.

- What does all this have
to do with untreated cancer?

- Don't know.
- Me neither.

- It's not a
coincidence, though.

- Yeah, not in Haven.

All right, what
would be the motive

to not treat patients?

- Let's say money.

Maybe Rand withheld
chemotherapy.

He was a nurse.

It would be easy to switch bags.

- And Wilson could have
sold the drugs to other clinics.

Weren't all those travel
brochures at Wilson's house,

weren't they for spendy places?

- Yes, they were.

We need to see
Wilson's bank records.

- Hey, you're kind of smart.

- Kind of?

- I see you haven't thrown
away Sarabeth's medicines yet.

- Yeah, I know I'm supposed to.

I just like having them around.

Makes me, you know,
feel like she still lives here.

- I understand.

But these bottles are full.

- Yeah.

- If she wasn't taking
her medications,

how was she tolerating
the side effects of chemo?

- Well, she never
had any side effects.

- Really?

- Yeah, I guess we
just felt lucky that way.

- I'm off.

I'll see you at
the center, right?

- Yep.

- Bank confirms Wilson
had large cash deposits

going back several months.

- Still doesn't link
her to Rand, though.

- Same amounts on the
same dates in Rand's account.

- Oh, well, that does.

So Rand and Wilson were
stealing chemo from patients?

God, there's got to be a
special room in hell for that.

- And the shadow found
out what they were up to

and killed them.

- But then why
would it attack me?

- Hi.

I'm sort of busy right now.

- It's important.
- Okay.

- I think I know why
the center patients

were dying prematurely,
and I have proof.

- What do you mean?
- None of the patients

were taking their side
effects medication.

I don't think they were
getting their chemo.

- Where are you?
- Home. Why?

- Just stay there.
I'm on my way.

- But why? I'm fine.

- Jess, people close
to this have died.

Stay right there.

- Wait, Nathan.

Hey, Nathan, what's going on?

Hey! Talk to me.

- Damn.

Hello.

- Menchie, I think Jess
came into our houses

for only one reason,
and it wasn't therapy.

- Hello?

Anybody there?

- Jess, is that you?

- Nathan, I think there's
somebody in the house.

Jess, okay, please
listen to me closely.

Find a closet, get
in, and close the door.

Jess? Jess?

Jess?

Jess.

Jess?

- Nathan.

- Nathan, she'll be okay.

Why don't you just
go to the hospital?

- I will.

I just—I want to figure
out what happened first.

- Nathan.

- My job is to stop this thing

before it hurts someone else.

Okay, someone knew...

Someone knew that
she had taken these.

Maybe that same someone
sent the shadow after her.

- Sarabeth Arrons.

- That's Thornton's wife.

- Okay, no, you know
what, I'll go talk to Thornton,

and I'll just call you at
the hospital, and I'll...

- You can come
along if you want.

- No, Nathan,
that is a bad idea.

- Yeah, maybe, but
it's what I'm doing.

So you can come or not.

- Fine.

But I want your gun.

- That's the only way
this is gonna happen.

- Just...

- You see that?

See his cane?

That could be the
shadow's sword.

- Yeah, or it could
just be a cane.

Wait.

Look at that.

- He doesn't have a shadow.

- Yeah, but where is it?

- Only one way to find out.

- Okay, and by that you
mean talking to him, right?

- Yes.

- Because if it is his
shadow that's doing this,

confronting him in the light

would be a really
bad idea, right?

- Yeah.

- What's this about, Officer?

- We know about the dark man.

- You caught him?

- You know who it is.

- No, I don't. No one knows.

- He could be telling
the truth, all right?

- You don't know that.

- Yeah, but if he is,

we need to handle
this carefully, okay?

So just back me up on this.

No, Nathan, back me up on this.

- Fine.

- It was the center
that killed your wife.

We think that they were
stealing medications

that she was supposed to get.

- Oh, no.

- We have the people
responsible for this in custody

at the station right now.

- I want them held accountable.

- That's what we're counting on.

Hey, would you
like to go to coffee?

You would? Great.

And then, you
know, you can tell me

about your brilliant kids,

and I can pretend
to be interested.

And then I'll tell you about
my something that I read,

but then, you know, pretty soon,

I'll just want to
freaking kill myself.

- You think I believe
you didn't know

your shadow was the dark man?

- How could I know?

I can't even wrap my head

around what you just told me.

You said that it attacked you?

- I saw him attack my partner

right after you found out
she was exhuming your wife.

- I was furious at her.

It didn't go after
any of the patients

at the center, though, did it?

- We think he was just there

looking for your wife's killer.

- When they told me
that Sarabeth had died,

I felt the world crash in on me,

and then I felt it lift.

The rage and the sadness,

it just left me and...

And I felt like a new person.

Maybe when my shadow left me,

it took those feelings with him.

- Maybe.

- Those other people
had it coming, though.

- Excuse me?

- Those other people who
took Sarabeth's time from her.

I'm not crying for them.

- What about Jess?

Hmm?

You gonna cry for her?

- Why? What happened?

Oh, no.

Is...

Is she dead?

- She's in the hospital
because of you.

- No!

Not me.

Not me!

But...

I guess it was him,

because when I thought

that she was stealing
Sarabeth's drugs,

I got angry, and
maybe he felt that,

and he went after her.

I'm sorry. I can't control him.

You should kill me.

Kill me and maybe it will...

It will kill him too.

- Maybe it will.

- Oh, my favorite movie.

Um...

I—I don't think I have
a favorite movie.

Do you?

Seriously?

Whew.

All right.

Okay.

Yeah, it's gone.

Just make sure it
doesn't come back.

- So you, uh...

You're gonna kill me now?

- I can't do that.

I promised my partner.

- Why are you still
here talking to me?

- Need to see if your
shadow comes back.

- And when it does, are
you putting me away?

- Not just you.

Your shadow.

Nonfat mocha almond latte

with a dusting of cinnamon.

- I was gonna call you.

- About?

What's going on?

- I'm going.

To Montreal.

- That makes sense.

A trip will clear your head.

I could probably get
a few days off work

if you want company.

Or not.

- It's not just a trip.

- You're not coming back?

- I don't want to go, Nathan.

But there are all these
things happening here

in Haven, the troubles.

I can't be here, not after...

- I could, um...

- These things have
a way of finding you.

I'm sorry.

I wish I was stronger.

- Hey, spill it.

You didn't say one word
on the ride over here,

and even for you that's quiet.

- Ah, it's nothing. I'm fine.

- No, what's wrong?

Is Jess okay?

- She's fine. She left.

- She left?

- Not coming back.

- Oh, Nathan.

I am so—I'm so sorry.

- It was bound to
happen sometime.

- Hey, you know that
whole friends thing?

You were right, I...

I don't think I ever
really had any.

But I do now.

And so do you.