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- Previously on Haven...

- I was abducted, I
was tied up by a man

who knows me better
than I know myself.

- There's someone
there. I think he's coming.

No!

- Roslyn? Is the Colorado Kid still alive?
- What?

- There's something else.
"Find him before the Hunter."

- Who the hell wrote it?
- I did. That's my handwriting.

Can I help you?
- I'm Dr. Callahan. I'm a psychiatrist.

There's another relationship that I
would encourage you to address.

- Duke's looking for
info on the Hunter.

- Why are you letting Crocker
and Dwight figure things out?

- Because we may need them.

- I need to talk to you.
- What?

- The Hunter, it's
a meteor storm.

It hits every 27 years.
When you were Lucy,

the night of the Hunter meteor
storm is the night that you disappear.

- When's the next one?
- 49 days.

- Greg! How long
does it take to pee?

We've got the caterer at 9!

Greg?

When this wedding's
over, I'm so done running.

Greg?

Greg?

If this is a joke...

Oh, my God. Greg.

- Audrey, it is your neighbour
Duke, so please don't shoot me.

I brought you coffee.

One shot or two?

- I got to go to work, Duke.

- A triple, then.
- No. No, thanks.

- Coffee, sunrise, best view in
Haven... It's exactly what you need.

- I don't wanna be
here, Duke, okay?

I wanna go to work. I
wanna help the Troubled.

It's the one thing I
know... I know I want to do.

Car keys.

- Audrey, look, I'm just saying,

if I knew that I were
going to vanish in 46 days,

I probably wouldn't be
heading off to the grind.

Okay, I will take you
to my secret oyster field.

Have you ever had Blue Point
Oysters drizzled in absinthe?

- Not today, thanks.

- Audrey, come on, I mean,

don't you just look around this
madhouse sometimes and think,

I am gonna grab the
first flight out of here?

I'll go to some secret island

where nobody does
anything, wears anything.

And nobody turns
into anything unnatural.

- Sometimes.

- You know, you'd
think even chief Wuornos

would want you to take
a little vacation time.

- Yeah, I gotta go.
Nathan's waiting for me.

- You haven't told him.

- No.

- What are you waiting for?
- The right time.

- Okay. Audrey, I...

I really couldn't handle
living in this town with Nathan

if you disappeared and...
and he didn't know why.

- I'm sorry it's going to
be so hard on you, Duke.

Excuse me.

What do we have?

- Good morning.

- Sorry. Good morning.

What do we have?

- Victim's name
is Greg Winfield.

Went for his daily jog,
stopped for a pit stop.

Five minutes later his fiancée
finds him dead in the woods.

- Cause of death?

- I'll let the
coroner take that.

- Dr. Lucassi's full-time now?
- Yeah, it's a perfect job for him.

He hates it when
his patients talk back.

Show her what you found, doc.

- Human lungs.

Severed centimeters
above the bronchial joint

into the trachea,
removed from the body.

But look...

There's no incision,
dorsal or ventral.

- How did the lungs come out?

- I'm thinking
through his mouth.

- He expelled his lungs
through his mouth?

- Or somebody reached down
his throat and ripped 'em out.

Come on, I want
a bigger perimeter.

Let's see what else we
can find in these woods.

Excuse me, officer?

- Here's everyone in the northeast
waiting for a lung transplant.

- You really think that
this is an organ theft?

- No. It's a Trouble.

And if it's Greg Winfield's,

and he just coughed up his
own lung, then we're done.

- The Shire Theatre? Didn't
know you were a theater guy.

- Just give me that.

Murder mystery.
- Who are you taking?

- Thought if anybody
has a shot at figuring it out,

it'd be us, right?

It's not for a couple
of months though.

We don't have to go
if you don't want to.

- I wan... I want to.

I-I can't.

- No problem.

Got the tickets on my
card. I can get a refund.

- No, Nathan...

I can't.

- What's wrong?

- The Hunter.

It's a meteor storm.

- Okay.
- It comes every 27 years,

and when it does, I go.

- Go where?
- I don't know.

Apparently I just... vanish.

It happened when I
was Lucy and Sarah, too.

- Okay. It's okay.

Um, we can all...
- No, Nathan.

It's coming in 46 days.

In 46 days, I'm gone.

- How do you know all this?

- Duke figured it out.

- Have you guys gotten a
statement from the fiancée yet?

- No, actually, Nathan
was just about to do that.

- Well, I got the labs
back on those lungs.

Diseased, sclerotic,
barely functional.

- But the victim was jogging
minutes before he died.

- Yeah, that's because the lungs

that we found on the ground
next to him weren't his.

- What? Let... let me see that.

- Sorry to keep you waiting.

This shouldn't take long.

Do you and Greg
always run on that trail?

- Please, do we have
to go through it all again?

I already told the
other guy everything.

- What other guy?

Parker?
- What's wrong?

- Someone already
questioned Sherri.

Black male, 35, leather
jacket, called himself Tommy.

He could still be around here.
- That's ballsy. Think it was the killer?

- If he was, now we
know what he looks like.

Hey, I need you to go to the
witness in the interview room,

get a detailed description
of a man named "Tommy,"

put an APB out.

I'm going to check the building.
- Yes, sir. But chief,

we just got a disturbance
call that you should hear.

- Haven PD! Hands up!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Easy, easy with the triggers,
people. I'm a cop, okay? I'm a cop.

- Yeah? Then you know
how to get on the wall.

- He's dead.

Oh, I could've told you that.

Badge is in my pocket.
You wanna grab it for me?

- Thomas Bowen.

Boston Police Department?

- That's detective.

That's what the
gold shield means.

- What are you doing in Haven?

- Same as you,
tracking a killer.

The one who snatched
this guy's kidney

and left him with trade-ins.
- Why didn't you check in with us?

- Oh, you know, I didn't...
didn't want to get in the way.

Listen, I'm checking
in now, though.

Hello.

Look, two days ago
on the north side,

some psycho reaches
down a guy's throat,

grabs his liver, and
leaves him with a bad one.

We are after the same lunatic.

Can I please stop
kissing this corner?

Hey, hey, hey, what the
hell are you doing, man?

- Shh.
- Oh, this is great.

The perp is upstairs, and
I'm down here handcuffed?

- Yeah. So, shh.
- No shh.

- Police.

- What's your name?

- Zoe.

- Did you call the police?

What happened downstairs?

- Looks like she's in shock.

- Is my brother okay?

- Her brother saved
her from her attacker,

and then the guy removed
her brother's kidneys.

Through his throat.

- Definitely sounds
like a Trouble.

- Yup.

- I'll talk to her.

But what do I have
to do to talk to you?

I saw you with Nathan
when I came in earlier.

You know, there's some
tension you can cut with a knife.

- Claire...
- And others you can't even

get a knife through,
'cause it's too thick.

- Things have changed.

- Interesting.

- Does anybody like it when
their shrink says "interesting"?

- No. It's half the
fun in saying it.

- Hey.

Look, I just... I just...
I want to apologize.

What you tell Nathan...

it's honestly none
of my business.

- No, you were right.

I told him.

- How did he take it?
- He's confused.

Guess that makes two of us.

- Don't do this.
- What?

- Don't just blindly accept
what's supposed to happen to you.

Nobody knows better than me what it's like
to have some crazy destiny dropped on you.

I mean, hell, I...

I'm supposed to be out
running around all silver-eyed,

killing people, ending
their families' Troubles.

- But you're not.
- No.

Because I choose not
to give in to my fate.

I choose the life I live.

And you can too.

- Lucy didn't have a choice.
And Sarah either, all right?

So what makes
you think that I do?

- I'm sorry, Audrey.

I mean, I-I want to help you.

But I honestly just don't
have any idea how to do that.

Look...

You call me if
you need anything.

- See, Mark, being a cop?
It's not just lights and guns.

Still interested in
your uncle's job?

- Not so much.

- Officer, I'm Dr. Callahan.

Can you get her a blanket
while I find an ambulance?

She's not well.

- No problem.
- Thank you.

- Let's go get that blanket.

- Did Detective Bowen
check out with the Boston PD?

- Yeah.

His boss wasn't exactly
shocked he was up here.

Sounds like Bowen
goes his own way.

- Have you ever had outside cops
poking around Haven's Troubles before?

- Occasionally.
Sometimes we keep them.

- And the other times?

- We get rid of them
any way we can.

- You left me in here
with my laces and my belt.

- Didn't seem like the kind of
guy who's gonna kill himself.

- Depends how
long I'm in this town.

You talk to my boss yet?
- Yeah.

He seemed happy to
have you out of Boston.

- Yeah. We're in a difficult
place in our relationship.

You spoke to the girl?

She said I didn't attack her, right?
So that takes me off your suspect list.

- But not the "working
outside your jurisdiction" list.

- You're funny. I like you.

Not so sure about you yet.

- I'll live.

Tell us what you
know about the killings.

- I'll be expecting a little
consideration when I'm done.

Like what you know.

- We'll see.

- The victim in Boston,

one who had his
liver ripped out,

he was my trainee, Paul.

He was a good kid,
came up the hard way,

we really understood each other.

- What led you to Haven?

- Witnesses, they saw a man,
medium build, leaving the scene.

Only saw him from behind,

but they did see the
jacket he was wearing.

- East Haven Sea Dogs.

- Doesn't explain how you
beat us to the victims here.

- I've been monitoring your
dispatch ever since I got into town.

Look, you guys should really consider
upgrading to a higher frequency.

So, your turn.

Tell me, what do you
know about this sick puppy?

- Look, I can appreciate you
have a personal stake in this case...

- Listen.

He is now a
multi-state serial killer,

which means he belongs
to the FBI, not you.

Fortunately, I'm not
a big fan of the "feeb",

so I'm not going
to call 'em either.

That's, of course, if
we can be partners.

So what do you
say? It's your call.

Partners?

- Help! Get her off me!
- Zoe! Stop!

Stop!

- I'll get help!

- Okay, you didn't have to...

- Oh, really? Really?

Looked like she was
getting the best of you, chief.

I don't feel bad though.

She's probably on PCP.
Makes them unstoppable.

- Yeah. PCP.

Well, I think we know
who killed her brother.

- Her brother, maybe.

But like I said, my trainee
was killed by a man.

- We have two killers. And
one of them is still out there.

Any idea when Zoe might wake up?

- Doctors aren't
sure that she will.

One by one, her
organs keep on failing.

- Lucassi confirmed the diseased
lungs and kidneys we found

came from the same person.

- So maybe they're
one of our killer's organs.

Maybe his Trouble
makes his organs fail,

and then he has to
have healthy ones.

- Well, if you need an organ,

the best match
comes from family.

The closer the better,

and the Troubles
run in families.

- So, what? He's hunting family
members to harvest their organs?

- If the attack succeeds, he
gets the organ, the victim dies.

But if the victim gets away,

like Zoe did, then their
Trouble is triggered...

- And they need new organs.

So does this mean that
Mark and Zoe are related?

- Let's find out.

Stan, you got a second?

- How's Mark?

- They got him hooked
up to a lot of machines.

His kidneys are failing.

- Is there any family connection
between Mark and Zoe?

- Not on our side. I mean...

on his dad's side, maybe,
but we'll never know.

My sister used a sperm donor.

Code blue, room 206.

- That's Mark's
room. Sorry, chief.

- Go.
- I'll go with him.

- Hey, you know, Paul
used to go on all the time

about how he was gonna
find his real father someday.

His mom used a sperm donor too.

- That's the link.
- Mm-hmm.

- Wait, you guys
have a fertility clinic

in this little town?
- Yeah.

We even got a few
traffic lights, too.

- All of your victims were
conceived with our help,

but they were all fathered
by different donors.

- Well, there must
be some connection.

- Well, nothing I can see
here. Maybe it's a coincidence.

- Paul's mother confirmed
that she used this clinic

when she lived in Portland.

No way that's a coincidence.
Maybe your records are wrong.

There's this case in
Cambridge. Fertility doctor.

He substituted his own
sperm for his donors.

Fathered an insane
amount of kids that way,

all off the books.

- Well, clearly, I
haven't done that.

- No, but maybe someone
who worked here?

If he doctored the records, no one
would ever know the kids were his.

- We're gonna need to
see your employee files

over the last 25 years.
- Children, too.

- I can give you the employee
records, but not the patients.

- Doctor-patient
privilege, I know.

I will get you a court order.
Start packing up the files, please.

Go with her and make
sure she's not holding back.

- Yes, sir.

- What does he
think about all of this?

- That we're just chasing
some normal sicko.

Wouldn't that be
nice for a change?

- Okay. So if our guy
fathered all of the victims,

he must've known that his organs
would fail when the Troubles returned.

- And he wanted to have a
supply of matching donors.

How many kids could
he have fathered?

- We gotta protect them.

Any one of them could be next.

- These kids could
have kids of their own.

If their Troubles trigger...

- They'll start harvesting
the organs of their relatives.

We've got to break this cycle.

- Hey there!
- Hi!

- So we were right. All the
victims came from the same clinic.

- Our guy had to have access to
the lab to swap the sperm samples.

It's 25 years' worth

of custodial staff, handymen, temp workers.
- I got a list of 29 kids here,

all conceived at the
clinic, still living in Haven.

- And dozens of others
scattered around the country.

- All of whom could have
been fathered by our guy.

But how does his Trouble work?

How does he get the organs

out of the victims' bodies
without damaging them?

- Maybe that thing
we saw in Zoe's throat

when she attacked
Mark was like...

some kind of tube he
uses to suck out the organs?

- And then he spits out the
diseased ones? That's new.

- The hell are you two talking about?
Do you seriously think that this guy

is some kind of
Chupacabra organ-sucker?

It's a wonder you
solve any crimes.

- Is this a bad time?

'Cause I'm feeling some
awkward cop tension.

- Not now.

- Hi, Nathan.

It's nice to see you, too, but, uh,
I'm actually here 'cause Audrey called.

- Why?

- I need his help, Nathan.

- What are you doing?

- We got 29 people we gotta track
down before this guy gets to them.

- And I have every cop in
the department on his way in.

We don't need him.
- We need all the help we can get.

- Listen, I don't know what's
going on with you and Duke,

or what he said to you,
but whatever it is, we'll fix it.

We will, without him.
- Just give me the list of kids.

Please, Nathan, we
are running out of time.

- I... listen... Park...

Just... Okay. Well, be careful.

- Okay. I'm all ears.

And if I get the slightest
sense that you're snowing me,

I'm bringing in the FBI,
the Staties, and TMZ.

- There are some things you
need to know about this town.

- Excuse me?

- Yeah?

- I'm sorry to bother you, um,

my phone died, I
need to call a tow truck.

- I'm sorry, I can't.

- No, of course not.

Some weirdo asking
to use your phone.

I get it. Sorry.

My wife's gonna kill me
for missing my son's game.

- Hey.

Here.

Really? Oh.

Jeez.

Thanks.

- You know, when I
said that I would help you,

I was thinking, in my
mind, something fun.

Maybe involving, like,
fruity mixed blender drinks...

- If you don't
want to do this...

- Hey, I'm here.

You know, the freaky
thing about you, Audrey,

is finding some guy who's
hunting his kids is your idea of fun.

- That's the freaky
thing about me?

- How many names on that list?

- This is the third one,
but we've got a ways to go.

We're looking for a Miriam
Lacroix. She's 17, brown hair...

- Is that her?

- Sea Dogs.

Let's go.

- I should go.

- No.

- Police!

- Can you hear me?

Are you okay?
- She's not gonna be.

- Troubled?

I've seen a hell of a lot,
I really have, but this...

this is a first.

- We're not crazy.

- No. No, I don't
think you're crazy.

Been doing this long enough
where I can spot the crazies.

Usually.

I've seen all kinds of evil and
depraved things that people do.

Some other cops that I know,

they reach for the bottle
or for drugs or even God.

You and your partner need to believe
there's something supernatural going on.

Hey, whatever.

But it better not get in my way.

- Wuornos.

Parker, slow down.

XNZ 231.

Got it. She got a plate.

Harry Nix.

It's, uh, 2232 Magnolia Drive.

- Got him.

Harry Nix, 48. Worked at
the clinic up until six years ago.

- He's our guy. Try and seal
him in. I'll put out an APB.

We'll get what we can
here and meet you there.

- Audrey.

- There's no sign
of Nix in here.

- It's all... all
clear in the back.

- He's packed up and gone.
He's probably planning ahead,

in case we tipped
to one of his victims.

- Find a souvenir?

- Need a current
photo for the APB.

- Oh.

This guy has a family?

And he's taking
his kids with him.

- His organs are failing.
He might need 'em.

- For parts.

- Your friend's not there?
- No.

Damn it.

- Are you all right, sweetheart?

You look terrible. We
can postpone this trip.

- No, we need to leave now.

I'll be okay.

I love you, Marjean.

- I love you too, honey.

- Long trip, Connor.

Maybe we should,
uh, make a pit stop.

- Okay.

- Nix's whole family disappeared
when he was 21.1983.

- Last time the
Troubles were here.

- You too, huh?
- It's contagious.

And he probably killed them.
- One of his organs is failing.

He's not going to get far
without getting another one.

- If I'm him, I go for
my nearest donor.

- So he can suck out their
organs with his demon tongue?

That's it.

I'm calling the feds. Tell 'em
to put a net around this guy.

Hey!

- Feds wouldn't know
how to handle this. We do.

- And every second we stand here
arguing about it, Nix gets further away.

- You want that on your head?

- You're lucky I hate the feds.

If this guy gets away,

it will be the least
of your worries.

- Closest offspring
are here and here.

- The guy packed a damn lunch.

- I don't think he's gonna
go after his own kids first,

not unless he has to.
- They're his last resort.

Otherwise he would
have killed them already.

- All right, so,
we play our odds.

Duke, you and I, we're
gonna take Draper Street.

- We got Curry. Let's go.

- You know, my father loved
to go for walks in the woods.

He tried to hurt me once.

- He did?
- I didn't let him.

But it changed me.
I did some things.

The will to survive
is a powerful thing.

I'm sorry I missed
your last game, Connor.

- It's okay. We lost anyway.

Are you okay?

Do you want me to
go get some help?

- Mm... mm.

Your father's
gonna be just fine.

- Nathan, we're here
at the Draper house.

His minivan's here.
- We'll be right there.

- We can't wait for them.

Haven Police Department.

- Is everything all right?

- We're actually
looking for your husband.

Do you know where he is, Mrs. Nix?
- Your son. Where is your son?

- They just went for a
pit stop in the woods.

That's not illegal, is it?

- He's in the woods!

Daddy...

Daddy, what are you doing?!

- Hey!

- You okay, kid?

This kid's going into
shock, just like the others.

Help. I-I don't want to die.

- Get Tommy and the
boy out of here, please.

- Why?

- I only need Duke.

- Why?

You should have told me.

- You would've tried to stop me.

- You don't know
where this ends.

- I know that it saves
lives today, Nathan.

And countless
others down the line.

Please, just take them and go.

- Give me a hand.

- What... what about that?

- We'll handle this. Go.

Go.

- We'll handle this?

What do you mean,
we'll handle this?

- I'm sorry, Duke.

I really am.

- You didn't need
me to help find him.

You needed me to kill him.

- There are scores
of other kids out there

that aren't just going to die,

but they are going to
kill their families, too,

and you are the only
one that can stop that.

- You have no right
to put this on me.

- His organs are
failing. He's gonna die.

There's nothing that
we can do about that.

But you can kill his
curse before he goes.

- What is that?

No!

The entire time that
I was helping you,

you were planning this.

- No, not at first.

But then I saw those photos

of all of those kids
at the fertility clinic,

all of those kids that
would die, or worse,

and I knew... I knew that
you were the only answer.

So I thought if you could
see the kind of monster

that we were dealing with...
- That I would want to become one, too?

This wasn't your
decision to make.

- You're right.

Walk away.

Whatever happens,
I'll deal with it.

- Yeah, you're
damn right you will.

- Are all of these
all Nix's victims?

- Yeah, he's been busy.

Teams we sent to search
for his offspring found them.

At least now we
know what to look for.

What are you going
to tell your captain?

- Am I going to tell him
about what I saw up here?

- Be better for
us if you didn't.

- Better for me, too.

I make enough waves at home.

No upside in trying
to explain all this.

Hey, good working with you.

You too.

It's a cool little town you got here,
you know, once you get used to it.

- If you ever get tired
of Boston, give me a call.

We could always use a good cop.

- Yeah, I'll do that.

- There's more.

- Whoa.

Did Harry do that?
- No.

She's not missing any
of her internal organs,

and her nose has
been surgically removed.

- That doesn't fit Harry's M.O.

- The way she was
killed doesn't match either.

- What caused that?
- A bolt gun.

Normally used to
put down livestock.

- An identical wound.
What... Who's that?

- Roslyn.

- Roslyn?

The woman who was
killed by my abductor?

But I thought she was burned.

- To try and hide
how she died, I think.

Whoever abducted
you is doing this.

- He's still here.

But why?

Me, Roslyn, the
Colorado Kid, and now...

Facial mutilation?

What is he after?

- We'll find out, I promise.

Parker, are you okay?

- No, just...

- Parker, hold up.

I've been...

I've been wanting for a
chance to talk to you alone.

- I really don't want
to talk right now.

- And I get that,
but we need to.

- Nathan, you need
to understand that I...

- But I don't understand.

I don't have any idea
where your head's at.

You're going away in 46 days,
but you don't want to fight it?

And instead, you ask
Duke to start killing people,

and you don't even
talk to me about it?

That's what I don't
understand. Why...

Why won't you talk to me?
- Talk to you?

Like you told me about
the tattoo that you got

just so that you
could kill Duke.

- I was trying to protect you.
- Well, don't.

- I'll see you around
the office, Parker.

- And then he just walked away.

- Angry. Confused...

- Very.

- Do you feel like you could
have handled it any better?

- No.

It went... perfectly.

- You pushed him
away on purpose.

- Nathan would never have
stopped trying to save me.

- And you're trying to protect him.
- Yeah.

Lucy loved the Colorado
Kid, and it cost him everything.

- You're afraid that that's what's going
to happen to every man that you love.

- Not if I don't let it.

- What's wrong?

- I gotta go.

Can I get one of those?

Got some good news.

Stan's nephew recovered,

and so did Connor,

and Zoe, and Miriam.

But I bet you already knew that.

Duke, what happened back there?

- Connor, what
happened? Are you hurt?

Where's your father?

Thank goodness you're okay!

It's okay.

- Laverne, I need an ambulance.

No, it's... it's not a rush.

- I'm done. I'm done.

Yeah, Donovan sent a guy
up here to kill me, so I'm out.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Yeah, listen, I talked
to the local chief.

I'm gonna accept his job offer.

Hey, I'd rather be in the
sticks than a body bag.

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