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Previously on Serial.

Mr. Neumeister, your mother had a myocardial infarction.

It's commonly known as a heart attack.

It's the triangle of death!

Mr. Neumeister, please, try to stay calm.

Your mother's prognosis is good,

but she will need to avoid strenuous activity

and follow a heart-healthy diet.

Sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to let you know

that Willow Arlen is sedated,

and the police are on their way with a sketch artist

to try and identify her assailant.

Oh, pumpkins again?

What are these for, the Thanksgiving parade?

No, Ma, it's for Halloween tomorrow, remember?

Oh, Halloween!

Well, Harold, you should be carving one of these.

You always carve a pumpkin, Harold.

Unless, of course, you think you're too grown up.

I have to work tonight, Ma.

I don't have time.

I have things to do.

Besides, I'm not a kid anymore.

You know, Harold, I agree with your mom.

I really think you should carve a pumpkin for protection.

Protection from what?

The only true form of protection is abstinence.

Right, Ma?

Isn't that what you always used to say?

You really don't know about the Carver?

The who?

The Carver.

He's not your average Halloween boogeyman.

He doesn't just kill you.

First, he carves your face into a pumpkin.

Then, he leaves it on your front step.

That's how you know you've been marked.

Once you come home and see a pumpkin

with your face carved into it,

it's only a matter of time, or it gets you.

I thought that was just for the children to keep them busy.

Oh no, Hilda.

It's much more serious than that.

You see, we carve our jack-o-lanterns

because it keeps them away.

They can't stand the sight of those twisted grinning faces,

so that's why every single year,

we carve our jack-o-lanterns.

Keeps them at bay.

Makes sure you don't get marked.

You're messing with me, Mabel.

Maybe I am, or maybe I'm not.

All I'm saying is,

do you really want to take the chance?

Do you really want to come home from work tonight

and see your face on a jack-o-lantern?

Maybe you should carve one, Harold.

You don't want that Carver fellow coming after you.

Really, Ma?

You're not falling for this, are you?

Well, just saying.

Better safe than sorry.

Do you really wanna be the only person on our street

that doesn't have a carved jack-o-lantern?

If that's the case, he's coming for you for sure.

But you believe what you want.

Maybe I should carve a pumpkin.

But...

I don't have time.

I have to be at work in five minutes.

Tick-tock, Harold.

Yeah, boss?

This is Harold, Harold Neumeister.

Yeah. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to call off work tonight.

It's an emergency.

Yeah, I have to carve my pumpkin.

My pumpkin?

You know, to ward off the Carver.

The Carver.

Yeah.

Please, please, I...

I just...

I...

Okay.

Okay, boss, I'll be there.

What do I do now?

One slice clean, a pumpkin's grin.

Two knocks loud, the carver's in.

Jack-o-lantern lights keep him back.

Forget to carve, and you're Jack's snack.

Thank you.

Hey.

Harold Neumeister, over.

I need you to clean up Pumpkin Hollow.

We're expecting a lot of guests.

You mean the dark, scary room with the pumpkins?

Yes, Harold.

I'll get right on it, boss.

Harold Neumeister, over and out.

Harold.

Yeah, you.

Harold Neumeister, or Harry the Freak, Rabbit Face,

Harry.

Who's that man?

You're such a good boy.

You mean well, don't you?

Who said that?

Down here, dummy!

Look at you.

When are you gonna shave that beard, huh?

How are you gonna find yourself a nice girl

so your mom can finally die in peace?

The Carver.

Mabel was right.

I've been marked.

I'm Jack's snack.

Jack...

Jack Carver?

I'm Harold, Harold Neumeister.

Look, I'm sorry I didn't carve my pumpkin.

Mabel didn't let me know until the last minute.

Please don't hurt me.

I have a mother to take care of.

She has dementia.

It's not my fault.

Please, it's not my fault.

One slice clean, a pumpkin's grin.

Two knocks loud,

the carvers and jack-o-lantern lights keep him back.

Forget to carve, and I'm Jack's snack.

No, no!

You all right in there, Harold?

Yeah, boss, I got it.

Everything's good.

Harold Neumeister, over and out.

Mabel, you were right.

The carver's real.

Harold, the girl at the bowling alley,

she deserved what she got.

You didn't do anything wrong.

What's going on?

Mabel, what's going on?

And that asshole, Yobo,

he's always been a bully to you.

He deserved what he got, too.

And that girl at the hospital, what was her name, Willow?

You did what you had to.

You had no other choice.

It's time to accept who you are, Harold.

I accept who you are.

You and me, we're the same.

No.

No!

No!

God doesn't make mistakes, Harold.

Just be who you are.

I accept you.

Mabel, I just had the craziest dream.

You killed him, the Carver.

It was you.

He was real.

And he tried to...

He tried to cut off my face.

And you, Mabel, you were evil.

A killer.

Oh, God.

There was blood everywhere.

Oh, God.

Oh.

That blood.

Oh, God, what did you do, Mabel?

Oh, you killed the doctor!

It wasn't the Carver.

It was the doctor, Dr. Frager.

Oh, God.

It was real.

Listen, listen.

They're going to be after us soon if they're not already.

We need to find a place to hide.

No, we can't leave, Mabel.

My mom's still at the hospital.

I can't leave her.

I'm all she has.

I'm all she's ever had.

She protected me when I was a kid.

She sacrificed everything for me, Mabel.

I can't leave her.

I promised her that I'd always be there for her until the end.

We can't leave.

It's okay. Listen.

We just need to lay low,

a few weeks, a few months, whatever.

Find a place, stay out of sight.

We'll come back for her.

I promise.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay, Mabel.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe you're right.

But we gotta come back.

Promise me we'll come back, Mabel.

Promise me.

Okay. - Thank you.

♪ What you can't explain ♪

♪ Is coming back again ♪

♪ I can see it now, I can see it now ♪

♪ What you can't explain, come back again ♪

♪ I know, I know the time is here to waste ♪

♪ I can't explain the look that's on your face ♪

♪ But I can see you now, I can see you now ♪

♪ What I can't explain, coming back again ♪

♪ I can't explain the things you do ♪

♪ The way you speak, the way you move ♪

♪ I can't explain just who you are ♪

♪ The way your eyes reflect the stars ♪

♪ I can't explain the things you do ♪

♪ The way you speak, the way you move ♪

♪ I can't explain just who you are ♪

♪ The way your eyes reflect the stars ♪