All language subtitles for Haven S03E05 Double Jeopardy.DVDRip.NonHI.en.UNVSL

- Previously on Haven...

- He just killed a guy.
- Only because I asked him to.

- It doesn't mean he's
not gonna learn to like it.

- You actually
thought I might kill her.

That my family's legacy
does not control me.

- The serial
killer has a tattoo.

One of their members works
at the Gun & Rose Diner.

- And you think they're just going to talk
to you because you have the tattoo now?

- You don't get the tat
unless you're Troubled.

- Can you control it?

- One touch, and you're
doubled over on the floor.

You don't feel it.

- Agent Howard?
- You have to stop.

- Stop what?
- Remembering.

- Who's there?

- Mr. Crocker,

do you or do you not own
the vehicle in question?

- Does anybody really
own anything, sir?

I mean, I like to think that my
truck and I sort of found each other.

For instance, do
you own that gavel?

Does Lynette own
that argyle sweater,

or does it own her?

- And how will you be paying
for your parking citations?

- That's the thing, your Honour.

See, I was ticketed for parking
off-road at Doble's Beach,

but above mean-high
tide, that's private property.

Now, was I trespassing? Perhaps.

But I was cited for...

Lynette?

- Um...

"Parking in a no-parking zone."

- Parking.

And can't get a parking
ticket on private property.

- Well, then I'll
dismiss the tickets.

- Thank you, your Honour.

- That way, you can drive
to the State Liquor Board

and, uh, pay off the
$5,000 liquor license

for the Grey Gull.

Otherwise, you'll be
shut down at 10 tonight.

It's amazing what turns up when
you put a name in the system.

- Today is looking up.

What the hell's this?

Lady...

I don't suppose you saw
who did this and then...

And then confiscated his knife?

Hey!

What the hell did
I ever do to you?

You are gonna regret this.

Tommy, hey, hey, look, I need you
to be a cop right now, 'cause she...

No, no, no, no, look, this
chick was right here, okay?

She... like, tall,
mental, kind of hot.

- You really need to develop a
radar for the crazies, my man.

- No, look, I'm telling
you, she was here, okay?

Good luck with that.

- Oh, come on, you're not
even gonna take a statement?

Nothing?
- Oh, boy.

- So you saw the
Colorado Kid, a creepy barn,

and your old boss,

who told you to
stop remembering?

- Yeah, and so far, it's worked.

I haven't had a
new memory since.

I'm afraid that the
ones I do have,

that they're
gonna start to fade.

- Do I have to do the
whole "you're freaked out,

"and it's blocking you,
and if you just let go,

it'll eventually
come back" speech?

- Yeah, let's not do that.
- Good.

We need to get those
memories out of your head

and into the real world.
The way a cop would.

- You think I should make a facial
composite of the Colorado Kid?

- Well, I was gonna say that
thing they do on cop shows

where they make a face
with a computer, but, yeah.

Huh.

I'm sorry. Can we...

can we try to set
up another, um...

- Session.

Or, you know, appointment.

One patient I had
called them dates,

but I had to drop him.
- Yeah, that was a good call.

- Vic's name is Jason Dooley.

Neighbour heard
screams, called it in.

Took Haven Fire Department
five minutes to break the door down.

Dooley was crashing by the time
they loaded him on the ambulance,

and won't know till
we get the labs back,

but I'm assuming the
blood is not the attacker's.

- They took his eyes
out with a spoon.

His eyes.

You're not gonna say it?
- We don't know enough yet.

- Come on, Nathan,
we have three vics,

two with missing body parts.

This could be
the bolt-gun killer.

- There's no shortage of people
who'd want to hurt this guy.

Dooley's well known to
Haven PD. He's a creep.

Shoots up-skirt videos,

makes a living posting 'em online.
- Why isn't this guy in jail?

- Knew how to work the system,

slipped through
on technicalities.

If the person who took
you did this, we'll get him.

I know how important
that is to you.

- It's Laverne for you, chief.

- Nathan, hon, you copy?

- Yeah, Laverne, go ahead.

- Just heard from the
hospital. Mr. Dooley's stable.

- He's alive?

- Which means we might have a
witness who saw the bolt-gun killer.

Before the attack,

you didn't catch a
glimpse of anyone?

And you're sure he didn't
have any kind of gun?

- It was fast. I barely
had time to scream.

- But you're sure it was a person?
- What else would it be?

- Haven Fire Department
had to break down your door

to get through your dead bolts.

You have any idea how
your attacker made it in?

- No. I told you,
it's impossible.

I even have motion-sensor
alarms for when I'm gone.

- Yeah, we know.

- We need to prep
him for surgery now.

- Bolt-gun killer's been
surgically removing body parts.

Dooley's wounds
aren't precise at all.

He's not gonna
come after you again.

- You know what? I
wish that he would.

He knows more about me than I
do. He knows about the Colorado Kid.

I've been trying everything,
but I am running out of time.

- Parker...
- No, I even contacted the feds,

and I asked them to send me
any murder that fits the profile.

If we miss a victim, then...
- Parker...

The bolt-gun
killer has the tattoo.

He's one of the Guard,

and I'm getting in with them.
- Nathan,

it's not gonna be easy to convince
them to accept the chief of police.

- Well, I already
have a contact.

Name's Jordan McKee,
and she's starting to trust me.

I'm gonna do whatever it takes.

You know that, right?

I know.

- Tech pulled a partial
image off Dooley's hard drive.

He had a security app.

It's only a single frame, but...

here's our suspect.

- Is that a woman?

It's definitely not
the bolt-gun killer.

- Sorry, folks. We're closed.

Let's go. Go make
memories someplace else.

Not my fault.

Send your letters of protest

to Judge Boone
and the Liquor Board.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa. Hang on.

Yeah, you're drunk.
Give me your keys.

Thank you very much.
- You suck, Crocker.

- Hey, lady, look,

if you're here to mess
with my truck again,

she's in the shop.

What the hell?

Ma'am, have you ever
heard of the Troubles?

I'm gonna go with yes.

Send every cop that you
have to the Grey Gull right now!

- Hey. You still owe me a drink.

Dude, I'm bleeding.
That's assault.

- The cops are on their way, so
you can tell them when they get here.

Now shut up.

Oh, I'm really ready
for this day to be over.

- How is it that I call you
guys, and I end up spending

the night in jail?
- It's procedure.

Jack Daniels accused you of assault,
and we got plenty of paperwork to file.

Anyway, you have a court
date with Judge Boone tomorrow.

- Boone? Again?

The guy hates me.

- He's been here all night.

- There a fight at the Gull?

- No, I was
attacked at the Gull.

Okay, this chick
is stalking me...

Slashed my tires,
keyed my truck.

Now, not my first rodeo.

She expressed her anger.
Usually that's all they want.

But this woman teleported
herself inside the Grey Gull,

threw me across the room,

then trashed the place.

So, yeah, go ahead, make
fun. I have a Troubled stalker.

- Was she wearing a white dress?

- What's going on here? Am I...

Am I being targeted
for something?

- We have reason to believe that
this woman attacked another man,

took his eyeballs
out with a spoon.

- We got another possible victim.
- Let's go.

Duke, she's already
come after you twice, okay?

You're coming with us.

- Megan Berlin sustained
22 bone fractures.

If she was conscious right
now, she'd be in terrible pain.

It's like she fell
from a great height.

But she was alone
on the ground floor,

locked in a room at
Child Protective Services.

- Why was she there?

- Evaluation for a
custody proceeding.

She was accused of
shaking her six-month-old.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

- So we've got a peeping
tom without eyeballs

and a child abuser
with broken bones,

both found in locked rooms.
- Parking tickets.

Yeah. She attacked my car first,

and then she went
after the Grey Gull,

which apparently is operating
under a questionable liquor license.

- It's like she's punishing
people for their wrongdoings

and, in some twisted way,

making the
punishment fit the crime.

- How much do we
think that she knows?

- No, Duke, Duke.
- She could be going down some list

of all the things that I've
done wrong lately, like...

oh, I don't know,

killing somebody.

- Okay, then we will
do whatever we can

to protect you, day and night.

- Well, no place
safer than a jail cell.

- Hey, jail cell's fine with me.

- I'm serious.

I'm immune to the Troubles,

so maybe I can
stop her, all right?

Duke, you'll stay
with me tonight.

- I sleep in the raw.

- Oh.

- You know she's
using you as bait, right?

- So we're gonna sleep
in three-hour shifts.

I got Haven PD driving by every hour,
so don't panic if you hear a car come by.

I've got a gun,
and you've got...

- I'm thinking one drop of her
blood, I can probably take her.

- That is, if you can
get close enough.

- Yeah.

Thank you.

You... do you really
go to sleep this early?

- Good night, Duke.

- Okay.

- Come on, sugar, I don't bite.

- But I do.

- It's time you moved on.

- You're not here for the coffee, are you?
- Did you get my messages?

That guy, why didn't
you just let him grab you?

He would have
gotten a nice surprise.

- Believe it or not, I don't
actually like inflicting pain.

People say that touching me is
the worst thing they've ever felt.

- You can't touch
people. I can't feel 'em.

We're kind of the
same, you and me.

- What, screwed up?

Look, you're not here to
listen to my sad stories.

I talked to my people.

You can't just ink loyalty on your
arm and expect us to trust you.

- See ya.

- Wait.

You want in?

Prove it.

- I know this guy. It's, uh...

- Duncan Fromsley.

Convicted of arson a year ago.

- And murder.

He didn't know his son
was home when he set fire

to his house for the insurance.

- Fromsley's in maximum
security at Shawshank.

Stage two cancer,
refusing treatment.

His wife thinks she can convince
him to get chemo if he's closer to home.

- You want me to
swing a transfer?

- This woman is close to us.

She already lost a son.

- If I do this,

you vouch for me,
introduce me to the others?

- Yeah.

- Audrey.

Audrey.

Audrey.
- What?

Are you sleeping?

You're not Lucy Ripley.

You're Audrey Parker.

Mostly.

Look, even if you
loved the Colorado Kid,

how do you know you're gonna feel
the same way if you saw him today?

- I don't know.

But the bolt-gun killer
seems to think so.

- You trust the ramblings of
some psycho who abducted you,

puts holes in people's heads,

and... and cuts off
people's body parts?

- It's just, I...

I don't know if love is
something that can be erased.

- Disappear every 27 years,

you know, you lose
the people you love.

They lose you.
- And then I come back again.

And the whole thing,

it just... it starts over
and over and over again.

- It seems like you and me have
been fighting our fates full-time lately.

And losing, I might add.

- I know you only did what
you did because I asked you to.

- Look, whatever happened

between Sarah or Lucy
or whoever and my family,

it's between them.

Can't let them drag
us down with them.

We're better than that.

Well, at least you are.

One good thing
about the Troubles...

At least I got to
meet Audrey Parker.

Yeah.

Good night, Audrey Parker.

She doesn't bleed.

- Freeze!

Don't make me shoot.

- No, shoot!

Audrey, you broke her.

Audrey.

Hey!

- Where'd she go?

Where is she?

I think this Troubled
woman is a vigilante,

and I think that she's using

the Haven Herald's
crime blotter as a hit list.

Our peeping tom and our child
abuser were both written up,

and Duke's assault charge
made the late edition.

- So she's punishing the guilty.

- Duke says that he didn't
actually assault anyone.

- Really?

- I think she's punishing
who she assumes is guilty,

which means that there could
be dozens of potential victims.

So I had Vince help Duke
come up with a composite sketch.

I'm gonna meet Duke at the
courthouse after his hearing.

We're gonna show the sketch around
and see if anybody recognizes her.

- You're meeting Duke
at the courthouse?

He hasn't guilted you
enough about what happened?

- He is my friend,

and there's a woman out
there who's trying to kill him.

- No, you're right.

Stay with Duke.

- What is this really about?

- Nothing.

We're okay, Parker.

- Okay.

The endorsement from
the Haven PD help?

- Well, I mean, the good
news is, I'm not in jail.

Assault charge got thrown out.

But the bad news
is that this woman

is an eye-for-an-eye
kind of chick,

and I'm just concerned I'm not gonna
survive her punishment for murder one.

- Don't worry about it. We're
not gonna let your secret get out.

Now, make yourself useful.

Pass these out.

- It's her.

- So, if our Troubled
person is a painting,

how do we stop it?

- Well, my first thought is that
Troubles run in families, right?

So, if we can find our
model, we can find our girl.

- But according to the dedication,
there was no real-life model.

The artist based Lady Justice
on the classical feminine ideal.

- Feminine ideal?

Look at my face...

More like a Terminator
made of plaster.

- Plaster?

- Audrey shot
her, she shattered.

She came back, and she
was made of clay or something.

- Oh, dear.
- Guys, I hate it when you do that.

- Your Lady Justice
might be a golem.

- What?
- The Lord Of The Ring guy?

- No, it's different from that.

People often confuse the
Troubles with myths and legends.

Golems appear in folklore,

but they become real when
unleashed by a Troubled person.

- Golems are usually
made of dirt or clay,

designed to do its
master's bidding.

- They're dangerous,
indestructible.

- There must be
some way to kill it.

- I'm afraid...
- There isn't.

- You know what? I'm gonna...
I'm gonna go get some fresh air.

- All right. So, maybe if we can
find who brought this thing to life,

its master,

we can get them to call her off.

- Hang on.

Can you handle this without me?

My contact, Jordan, wants
me to swing a prisoner transfer.

Could be my ticket
into the Guard.

- Are you sure that
that's a good idea?

I wouldn't want you to
compromise yourself.

- Whatever it takes, right?

- You really... you do
not need to do this for me.

It's not gonna change anything.

- It's not about you.

I'm just trying
to catch a killer.

- So, Tommy, explain it to me.

You trade a life of big crime,
bad guys, and fast women for...

this.

- I like the quiet.

- I'm just saying...

Makes you wonder.

- Guys, I have something.

Jason Dooley, he
was arrested in August.

He got out of an
invasion-of-privacy charge

a month later. Then
we have Megan Berlin.

She was brought into
Child Protective Services,

and she had a custody hearing.

Both of them with
your old friend.

- The honourable Judge Boone?

- A Troubled judge?

- Maybe Boone is
creating the golem to punish

the ones that he
had to let off easy.

- Yeah, I knew he had it out for me.
- We need to be careful, all right?

If he's controlling
this monster,

the last thing we want
to do is piss him off.

- You may find this
proceeding amusing,

but cutting the head
off the rifleman statue

is not a joking
matter. It's vandalism.

However, since
the administrators

of East Haven High
are not pressing charges,

you're all free to go.

Court is adjourned
until tomorrow.

- Let's go.

- Your Honour, a word?

A favour, actually.

- A favour?

- I'd like to transfer

Duncan Fromsley to a
minimum security ward.

He's sick and...

- And a transfer needs to
go through proper channels.

- Your Honour, if there
is anything I can do...

- Are you offering an officer
of the court a bribe, chief?

- I was not trying to.

- Because I like single malts.

I know the drill.

Sometimes to uphold the law,

you can't be
afraid to bend it...

or crumple it up into a ball

and throw it in the damn corner.

Yeah, Warden Buxton.

It's Booney.

Listen, transfer some con
for me on the down-low today,

and you won't have to pay
me the money you owe me

for that eagle of
mine on 17 last week.

- Parker, what's up?

- Finally, I got you.
It's Judge Boone.

I think he's the guy. I think
he's creating the golem.

- I was just with him.

Parker, I don't think
Boone is our guy.

And the painting's empty.

- It turns out the coroner says that
the cause of death was a broken neck.

He says that these are just
symbolic. I think we all get the meaning.

Someone didn't like the way
the judge was doing his job.

- Should you be doing that?

- What?

- You're... he's...
You're tainting evidence.

- Oh, pardon me, CSI.

Like your clay lady's
gonna leave fingerprints.

Why don't you do
me a favour, man?

Mind your business while
the cops do the cop talk.

- Hey. She's still out
there. I just saw half a dozen

high-school kids get away
with decapitating a statue.

- You're right. You're
right. I'll get a 20 on the kids,

make sure they
don't lose their heads.

- I think I know why
Boone was killed like that.

- Good...

'Cause I doubt he had his
own name on the docket.

- He was corrupt.

- How do you know?

- He was helping me with Jordan.

- Well, that explains
why Lady Justice

would punish him so harshly.
It's like she took it personally.

- You're thinking our
Troubled person knew him,

worked here in the courthouse?

- Yeah. We should start looking.

- I'm gonna go help
Tommy round up those kids.

- Our high-schoolers
are hanging out

at the ice cream shop.

But our lady friend
is not in attendance.

- Maybe she's shy, Tommy.
- Not in that dress, she ain't.

Keep eyes on the kids.

Jordan... it's done.

Fromsley's set to be
transferred within the hour.

- Within the hour? Really?

- Yeah, I was on my
way over to tell you.

Well, I figured the
sooner the better.

I can stop by the diner and
show you the paperwork.

- No. I didn't come
in to work today.

Look... I gotta go.

- That's weird.

These are all time-stamped,
and that means

that the paperwork
for your assault charge

had barely hit Boone's desk
by the time we were attacked.

- Plenty of people
saw me get arrested.

Maybe our guy's in Haven PD.

Like Tommy boy.

- No way.

One person was there for
Megan Berlin's deposition,

Jason Dooley's trial,

and was there at the
same time you were in court.

- No way.

- Do either of you guys
know how to get to I-95?

I got turned around. The
map said it was east, but...

Aah!

- We're good! Let's go!

What the hell are
you doing here?

- Saving your life.

Go.

Just go.

- You're doing this, Lynette.
- That's just not possible.

- Look at the mural.

You see it every day.

Lady Justice is gone.
You've released her.

She's a weapon, and she
is out there hurting people.

- She could be out there cutting some
high-school kid's head off right now.

- You enjoying this? You
know, harassment's a crime.

Yet another offense to add
to your lengthy rap sheet.

- I'm sorry...

about all of that.

I'm sorry that...

I made fun of your sweater.

- No, you're not.

You're not sorry for anything.

- I'm not sorry for anything?

- Duke.

- Lady, you don't know
the slightest thing about me.

- Duke, would you
just let me handle this?

- You don't know what I've
done, what I've had to live with.

I'm gonna show
Lynette what she's doing.

See, I can prove it to her.
- Duke, stop.

- Yeah, you released that thing.
- Don't.

- But she's in the wrong place.

Because nobody deserves
to be punished more than me.

- Duke, this isn't the way.

- You think I'm a bad guy?

Well, you're right.
I am a bad guy.

I murdered a man. A
helpless, defenseless man.

I murdered him,
and I got away with it.

What do you think
of that, Lynette?

- You're a murderer.

- Lynette, it's not
as simple as that.

What he did saved
hundreds of lives.

Despite his actions, despite
his fate, he is a good man.

He is a good man.

Don't let him die.

- Nobody knows what it's like.

Every day, I sit
in this courtroom.

And I see monsters,

and they get to walk away.

And I'd look at
her, and I'd think,

"That is justice."

- Do you want to be
responsible for another death?

Killing someone who
did it to save lives?

That's not justice.

- But if you did what you
did to save lives, then...

I was wrong to judge you.

And the man with the eyes,

and the woman with
the broken bones...

- Stop, Lynette.

- I did that.

That's criminal.

I should be punished.

Aah!

- Audrey, look at that.

- She's part of the mural now.

And with that, Duke Crocker,
you are free and clear.

No charges, no parking
tickets, no warrants.

- Thank you for the clean slate.

- You know, they're overrated.
I get one every 27 years,

except for I just lose all my
friends and memories, so...

- Hey. Hey, look,
you don't know that.

And for the record, this...

it's kind of hard to forget.

I wanted to ask...

Did you mean all that
stuff you said earlier

about me being a... a good man?

- You have your moments.

- Yeah.

Okay, well, now
that I am a good man,

I'm gonna go do about
three years of back taxes.

- Hey.
- You missed all the excitement.

- What's all this about?

- We're at a dead end with
this whole bolt-gun killer,

so...

The feds, you know,
they keep promising me

that they're gonna send
me files of all the vics

with missing parts, but
that's... hasn't happened yet.

So, in the meantime, I'm
gonna get Claire to come by.

- For therapy?

- No, actually, to do a facial
composite of the Colorado Kid.

If the bolt-gun
killer is after him,

then we have to
know his identity.

- Why don't you just
get Vince to do a sketch?

- Vince and Dave, they're
a little too interested.

Things are different
now, you know?

- Yeah, I do.

- So how did it go with
your contact, Jordan?

Did the prisoner
transfer go through?

- Yeah.

- No drama?

- No drama.

- Good.

- We're closed.

- You lied to me.

I need to know what
your people are doing,

what I'm involved in.

- It's not what you think.

- I found out Duncan
Fromsley doesn't have cancer.

I called and checked.

But he did set a fire
that killed his son.

- He's Troubled.

All Fromsley did was
have a nightmare,

and when he woke
up, his bed was on fire.

Last week, the doctors at
Shawshank cut out his sleep meds.

Imagine if he set
fire to a prison.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- What would that
get him exactly?

Asbestos walls
and a life in solitary?

He's safe now.

My people help the Troubled,
and we do it any way we can.

- If you'd just
told me the truth,

you wouldn't have
had to hurt those guys.

I was there. I saw you.

You hated it.

- Don't.

- It's okay.

- Why are you doing this?

- I want to.

What would I do

If I couldn't have you

Good night.

- This is pointless.
I'm never gonna get it.

- Well, you're not gonna get it
because you don't want to get it.

- I want to get it.

The Colorado Kid is
the answer to everything.

- And those answers
might shatter your world.

You're blocking.

Okay, let's, uh,
try an exercise.

Close your eyes.

Now, imagine your
head is like a balloon.

Light as air.

Seriously?

- Finally.

Yes. The file from the feds.

I knew it.

Six weeks ago, there was
a woman who was murdered

in Somerset County.

She was buried
in a shallow grave,

had a...

circular wound at the
base of the skull, and her...

chin was sliced off.

Oh, no.

- What is it? Is it
the Colorado Kid?

- No. No, it's the
bolt-gun killer.

- What about him?

- What if he's not...

What if he's not using
body parts for trophies?

What if he's building a woman?

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