All language subtitles for Haven - 01x07

Previously on Haven...

You took my clothes.

And I saved your life.

You must be Duke.

Does she know you're not a real boy?

Consensus says it was a
wolf attack, probably rabid.

Something about this just feels creepy.

I wanted you in this job
because you got a knack

for dealing with all this crap.

I'm just praying to God
some of it rubs off on him.

You really think this
Jess Minion is a witch?

What do you think the troubles are?

Magic is everywhere here.

Whatever she is, she's interesting.

I'm gonna do what I can

to help you find out about your mom.

You would do that?

Well, we gotta stick together up here.

The troubles are back, aren't they?

Yeah, I think so.

All right, boys, let's wipe her down.

- Clean her up.
- Yes, Captain.

- This is nice, right?
- Yep.

Which makes us wonder why you dragged us

all the way out here.

Hmm.

Galley wench, we're empty!

Wench, beer!

Ready, boys?

I got a line on a sexy
little private equity fund.

Like last time?

My wallet is still bleeding.

I'll pass, thanks. Let's go.

Fellas, wait. Where are you going?

This deal has huge margins

and a killer matrix.

I can get you in under the wire

if you get me the funds right now.

No, thanks, Wally. Fool us once...

Boys.

Come on.

We're talking ground floor here.

Perfect.

Damn it.

I have your beers.

We ran out of imports, so I had to...

Oh, God!

Help!

So you saw the prowler?

A glimpse.

Barely.

He was 6'7".

One eyebrow.

Fu manchu.

Carried a small slingshot.

Had a tattoo.

Of what?

Does it matter?

He was a 6'7", unibrow,
sling-shotty monster.

Maybe you want to swing by?

Look for footprints?

Um...

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess I should.

Jess, I think Detective
Wuornos needs to come by

and conduct a safety review of your home.

Say around 8:00?

Great.

I shot a deer, so we're having venison.

Maybe you can bring a nice bottle?

Of wine.

No, antacid.

I thought that you were
all about protecting animals

and moving them to safe habitats.

I am.

I usually use a tranquilizer gun,

but it makes them taste funny.

Maybe someone should get that?

Hello. Nathan police department.

I mean, Haven PD. Wuornos speaking.

That was painful to watch.

No one was forcing you to.

Uh, "of wine?"

Yeah, we should show that
to suspects who won't talk.

Okay.

I mean, it'd probably be
cruel and unusual punishment.

Well, if my personal
life is so painful to you,

maybe you should just stay out of it.

Hey, I'd love to.

But you can't. You're incapable.

Oh, numb on the outside,

sensitive on the inside.

So what happened to him?

Anybody squeamish?

Not me,

but Nathan's a little sensitive.

Ruler-straight.

Clean breaks through both femurs

on a horizontal axis.

Massive tissue and bone damage.

Those are tough bones to have broken.

Well, tough for something to break.

They're as thick as spinnakers,

and here, look at this.

Identical fracture in the arm.

It looks to be at a 90-degree
angle to the leg fractures.

Did lose blood?

'Cause his coloring...

What's this?

Well, look at that.

Oh, have to take that to the lab.

So he was assaulted. By who?

By what?

Good question.

Well, you know where to find me,

should the occasion arise.

All right, so you want
to go talk to wall street,

and I'll talk to the Captain?

So you called it in?

It's my boat. I'm responsible.

You remember any weird
waves? Loose winch line?

Mizzenmast?

I'm from Ohio.

We were at the dock.

I shut down all systems
that have any real power

the minute I tie off.

And this boat is cutting edge

in terms of safety, technology.

Yeah, this is a pretty nice
operation you have here.

Yeah, a little off the beaten path,

so the extra touches help me compete.

All right, what can you
tell me about the victim?

Wallace is loaded.

High-end tastes. My
bread and butter really.

Were they having a good time?

Blue water, big fish, cold beer.

Who's not having a good time?

Me.

Just dragging a hook,
hoping to land the big one,

that is not my thing.

You'd never make it on Wall Street.

Thank you.

They claim they didn't see anything.

Do you believe 'em?

Kept my hand on my wallet the whole time.

Stories line up.

They say they left him with the crew.

Took me a while to get their beers.

If I'd come up sooner...

That had nothing to do with it, sweetie.

Nothing at all.

So you're her father?

And Jimmy?

I'm her fiancé.

So this is a family crew.

That's great.

Personally, I wish she
wasn't working on the boat.

Teacher's salary's small, dad.

We need the money.

But against my better judgment,

Vickie suddenly started picking shifts.

More time with Jimmy, I guess.

And you.

All right, so you brought the beers.

And I stepped onto the deck,

and there was this crunching sound,

and then he was... he was down.

And you two didn't see anything?

No, no, we were on the bow

cleaning up from the day's fishing.

Yeah, hosing off the
spilled wine and pâté.

Jimmy.

And you didn't catch anything?

The only thing those guys
wanna catch is a buzz.

Jimmy, go muck out the chain lockers.

Please.

Look, fact of the matter

is these guys get annoying as hell.

And it bothers Jimmy how
hard we work for them.

I mean, hell, it bothers me.

But... that's the way it is for deckhands.

You'd think having an old man who was one

would have steered her away.

Maybe the guy was pinched
between the boat and the dock

and no one saw.

One minute.

Lots of power in a drifting boat.

55 seconds, that's all we've got.

- For what?
- To rule out what's normal.

All right, so let's keep going.

Sudden acute early onset osteoporosis?

Not likely.

Sudden bone-crushing weight gain?

I mean, I guess the pate could do that.

How 'bout boats are dangerous?

He was at a dock on a powered-down boat

that's nicer than my apartment.

And Vickie saw him crunch
in a pretty weird way.

You're that convinced already that this...

Yes, because nothing I've seen lines up

except for two ruler-straight
breaks on Wallace's legs.

And I'm pretty sure eleanor winked at me.

- What?
- She's a doctor.

She knows when things aren't normal.

And I'm getting the feeling
that she knows a lot more.

- She winked at you?
- There was winkage.

Maybe you're right.

I just... sometimes I wish
we could get a normal...

Brutal assault.

Doesn't that sound kinda nice?

Why would that be any better?

At least it wouldn't
remind me of my own problem.

How does any of this remind you

that you have no game with chicks?

Thanks.

Okay, let's say it's not something normal.

What do we do?

We go to lunch.

But you're not gonna like it.

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Duke?

No, hey.

No, oh.

Oh, Haven's finest.

You know, I could add "ass" to that,

"Haven's finest ass,"

and it would still work,

for both of you.

Just in different ways.

Uh, you guys...

you guys want something to drink?

Beer? Wine? Clamato?

Or you could tell us
what's behind the tarp.

Well, that... that's...

that is the central mystery
of life on the water,

isn't it, Detective Parker?

What is behind the tarp?

What is behind the tarp?

So many have asked.

So few ever find out.

Fine.

We had a guy standing
on the back of a boat

who suffered from some
ruler-straight injuries.

Broke both his legs right across here.

Boom?

I don't know what sound it made.

Now I know why you
think he's a boat expert.

Come on, I was kidding.

- It was funny.
- Joke.

Not a sailboat.

Sport fisher. Deep-v hull.

Somebody else's boom.

Aye, the ocean, she be a
mysterious and dangerous place.

Like a tarp.

Sure.

Come on, just tell us what's behind it.

Something I'm trying to protect.

Because you're a model citizen?

I have a code.

Just one that says I
don't have to show you.

In fact, not showing you will
probably be the most fun that

I have today.

Alas, I hate to see a
beautiful woman suffer.

Pam Seligson, she's the town
librarian, it's her 80th birthday.

Asked me to hide the setup.

I smuggled it,

all of it,

from Iceland.

That is really sweet, Duke.

So glad we came.

Nathan, you there, sugar?

Copy, laverne.

You better get up to
Tradewinds Real Estate, doll.

Sounds like somebody got
pretty P.O.'d at their broker.

Bye, Audrey. You too, sugar.

Ten years on the job,

I've never seen anything like it.

Who is that?

Joe Santomauro. Real estate agent.

And what happened to him?

He's been... sliced

all the way through

like a big loaf of bread.

Look familiar?

What's this have to do

with our fractured friend Wallace?

Did anybody see what happened?

Yes, him.

So Joe was a successful
real estate broker?

I don't wanna gossip.

Joe was a little ethically challenged.

Double-dipped on commissions and whatnot.

When the market contracted,

the whisper was he started working

with a less-desirable element.

Not Tradewinds Real Estate kind of people.

Here's my card if you need me.

Will do.

All right, so this Joe
seems like a swell guy.

Hmm.

Think he learned his ethics

in the same boy scout
troop as Mr. Wallace?

He's been indicted four times.

Fraud times two, tax evasion times two.

Okay, so let's just say

that Joe did deserve Alec's wrath.

We still have ten witnesses
that say he never touched him.

But he was sitting right in front of Joe.

Right, so what's Alec,
a telekinetic vigilante

taking down Haven's scum?

Doesn't seem like the type.

No.

Then why would Alec place himself

at the second crime scene
when we've already seen him

at the first?

He wouldn't.

Unless...

unless he can't control himself.

Then Joe just started
sliding out of his seat

onto the floor,

like he was getting...

pulled by something... and cut.

What were you doing at Joe's office?

I've been trying to sell my house.

You're moving?

No, it just seemed like time to cash out.

But Joe didn't get any offers.

That musta pissed you off,

having a guy who makes that much money

not be able to help you out.

You're getting a little long in the tooth.

How's the retirement plan coming?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about you being tired and mad,

standing in the middle of two rich guys

who took it on the chin yesterday.

That's what I'm talking about, Alec.

I didn't touch anybody,
and there are witnesses.

You know it must be tough
wiping decks for a living,

catering to a bunch of rich slobs,

and then making your
daughter schlep them drinks

while they look her up and
down like a piece of meat.

What the hell is wrong with you?

My fault.

I'm sorry.

What if you had gotten him
mad and something did happen?

A bucket of cold water. It works on dogs.

Anyway, he didn't hulk out on us,

so obviously he's not our guy.

Wow, it's damn near scientific.

Okay, have you ever had a situation though

like this before, you know, when Haven

was dealing with the troubles back then?

What do you mean?

Both of our victims were real dirtbags,

con artists, so this whole thing,

it just, it feels pointed,

like someone's in control
of what they're doing.

Couldn't that be a good thing?

Yeah, or a very, very bad thing.

Lab results on that black substance.

Atomized graphite.

Graphite, like a lubricant?

Willow charcoal and a little clay.

Well, if it was a
lubricant, whatever it was...

Parker, it's sketching charcoal.

Nathan.

I know why you're here, love.

No, you don't, Mary.

Got your order here.

Clear varnish for decoupage.

You do decoupage?

Mary, do you sell graphite
and willow charcoal?

Yeah.

Where do you decoupage, Wuornos?

Someplace private.

So graphite and willow-based charcoal?

Dusty but has nice, rich luster.

Gives great shadows.

Anybody in town buy it?

I'm not great with records.

I could print you out a
copy of my restocking report.

Maybe I made a note of who bought it when.

That would be great.

What... what is decoupage?

And why do you varnish the pictures?

It tints all the colors.

It connects them.

So because you can't feel,

all your other senses like
sight, they're elevated.

Yep.

For instance, right now my
hearing seems very acute.

Hey, I'm just trying to
get to know you, all right?

How are we supposed to get to
know each other if we never talk?

You can ask me stuff if you want.

Go ahead, I'm an open book.

Hit me. Shoot.

What do you think about Jimmy?

Jimmy?

He bought willow charcoal.

Well, I heard Alec bossing him around

on the boat the other day

and then barking at
him in front of Vickie.

You think that's reason enough

to set up your
father-in-law for murder?

Maybe, but if Jimmy
knows that we're on to him

and he's the guy that's doing all this...

telekinetic slicing
and breaking of people.

Yeah, then he's not
exactly the kind of guy

that we can just walk on
up to and Mirandize him.

No.

So we need to sneak up on him.

Now what exactly do you want me to do?

Use your boat to get
close to the Endorfin.

A police boat is just gonna
stick out like a sore thumb.

Hmm.

You remember when I asked you to help me

with those parking tickets?

You turned me down.

This is more important
than parking tickets.

That's a matter of perspective, Nathan.

Those things get expensive.

Duke, seriously,

I'm just asking for a favor.

I'm sensing a dangerous trend here.

Truth?

That would be nice.

The Endorfin is a
high-end fishing charter.

It takes out big-ticket customers
who want big-ticket items.

I can get those things.

You do business with them?

Yeah.

In fact I'm getting them

a delivery of some very
expensive noble grape.

Don't worry, Nathan.

I paid the customs fees.

And so protecting your
business with the owner

is more important than helping us?

I mean, does it have to be an either/or?

Come on. I have another idea.

Good luck.

50 ccs of Diazepam.

Drops a grizzly bear in ten seconds.

Do you have anything stronger?

What, we don't know who we're up against.

We're just gonna talk to him.

Yeah, but if anything
happens to us, just tranq him.

Anything like what?

You know, like we start bleeding
or screaming, or stuff like that.

And if it gets dangerous...

I put it in his neck, fastest place.

I was gonna say "run."

Jess, I don't want you at risk here.

This isn't your job.

Okay, I'm fine. Happy to help you.

Not the date you were expecting, is it?

But it's coming up, right?

Right.

Hey, Jimmy.

Hey.

What are you doing?

What I'm always doing on
Captain Richards' boat.

I'm making it perfect for his clients.

- That would drive me crazy.
- What?

You know, just having to spend the day

with a bunch of tourist fat cats

telling me what to do.

That's not fair.

Yeah, I know.

You wouldn't believe some of their...

Jimmy?

Jimmy, what's wrong?

Oh, my God.

There... that should keep
him sedated for a while.

You, uh...

you want some?

I'm fine.

I'm sorry to bother you.

I didn't want to take him to the hospital.

Yeah, they wouldn't take him anyway

with no health insurance.

You did the right thing bringing him here.

On some levels,

he is the perfect houseguest.

You can joke about this?

I can always joke.

How else does one get through
a winter in Haven, Maine?

It's the troubles, isn't it?

Yeah, I guess so.

Why are they here?

I don't know.

Maybe it's some kind of
cosmic test of our character.

Well, if this is a test,

you get an a-plus,
and I get a "you suck."

Well, you're doing fine.

I am?

- Yeah.
- Really?

Because to be honest with
you, I'm kinda freakin'.

There is something attacking
people intentionally,

and it, whatever it is,

it knows that I am on to it.

And...

Well, the FBI, they never
trained me for the troubles.

I suppose not.

God, why can't I just
walk away from this town?

Well, you could, but we both
know Haven has its... charms.

Audrey, is that what you really want,

to leave, go back to the FBI?

I want to find this thing.

And?

And I want to kick its ass.

Is Jimmy going to be okay?

I don't know.

You saw that weirdness.

Yeah, and I thought you were really brave.

What did I do that was brave?

You didn't pee yourself.

- You should go home, Jess.
- Really?

Why? I can help.

How?

Hmm? How can you help?

There's a guy in the next
room who just lost his face.

There's another down at
the morgue who was shredded.

I'm in the middle of a freak show here.

This isn't any place for a
normal girl with good intentions.

You came to me.

Yeah. I shouldn't have.

You should go.

Fine.

See you around.

Guess what subject Vickie teaches.

Art.

Vickie.

Can we talk for a minute?

Is this about my father?

No. What about your father?

Nothing.

I, uh, I couldn't reach him earlier.

I'm sure he just forgot to
charge his cell phone again.

You're lying.

Look, I'm in the middle of class.

We could always ask you
to join us at the station,

and we could talk there.

You can't make me go
anywhere unless you arrest me.

Hey, Vickie, if you need some help...

if you want to help me, leave me alone.

I have to get back to my class.

Really?

"We can always ask you
to join us at the station

if you want to talk there."

Oh.

She's worried about her dad.

And I'm betting she doesn't
know what happened to Jimmy.

She's definitely hiding something.

Yeah, well, whatever it is,

maybe we can find evidence
of it at her house.

There's no law against looking in windows.

Or against checking for locks.

Parker.

Look at that.

Blankets in the windows?

Someone is definitely hiding something.

Looks like somebody trashed the place.

Yeah, that's too bad, 'cause
some of these are really good.

Wind.

Inside.

Sure.

Looks like somebody took these in a hurry.

Or stolen.

- Hey, Nathan.
- Hmm?

Here's a finished one someone forgot.

Look familiar?

Nathan!

All right, Vicki just left the school,

and I put out an a.P.B.

We can arrest her now.

I agree we should, but for what?

Illegal manufacture and
use of voodoo drawings.

- When I touched your image...
- I was there.

Right.

So I'm guessing that Wallace was folded

and Santomauro was shredded.

And Jimmy got erased?

The question is:

Where are all the other
people that she sketched?

Not just people.

I stepped on this.

The drawings affect things too.

But why is she scared if she's in control?

And why use her drawings to go after Jimmy

and a banker and a realtor?

Let's ask.

The banker's probably conscious now.

No, wait, wait.

I don't want to leave this here unguarded,

but I don't want to touch it either.

So what do you wanna do?

I'll call Settle. Ask him to come watch.

And are you gonna tell him why?

'Cause I think it's really good.

Mr. Wallace.

If you're lawyers from the boat company,

save your breath unless you've got

a 30 mil settlement in your pocket.

We're cops.

You figure out what happened to me yet?

Yeah.

What we wanna know is why?

Well, I want to know what first.

And you're in a hospital bed,

attached to tubes.

We could leave.

Now.

Okay, see ya.

I was gonna pay the money I owed.

To who?

Vickie?

Vickie?

No. Richards.

Captain Richards?

I only owed him 200 large.

300, whatever.

Suddenly he was a maniac
about collecting it.

Normally he's happy to earn the interest.

You owed him $300,000 from fishing?

No, I owe him 300,000
because of a stupid parlay

and the jets can't make a field goal.

Whoa, you bet on the jets?

What about Joe Santomauro?

Did he owe Richards money too?

Probably.

I saw him out there a few times.

Worst poker player ever.

But I think they had a
real estate deal cooking.

Based on what I heard about Joe,

guessing it went South.

So the Endorfin's more
than just a fishing charter?

Oh, he's fishing.

For guys like me.

Rich enough to have a couple of drinks

and get in hock with him.

So...

Vickie is muscle for Richards?

Let's go ask why.

Patrol car just spotted her.

What about me?

You got involved with
the wrong kinda people.

Like I don't know that.

Hey, Vickie.

Why are you drawing that?

It's pretty.

No, that's not why.

We know what you can do.

And we know you're working for Richards.

I'm sorry, I have no idea
what you're talking...

No, what we don't know

is why you drew Jimmy.

J... Jimmy?

Is he okay?

He's okay.

I don't want to do this.

I tried to stop.

So why don't you?

My dad.

Richards, he has my dad hostage.

A few days ago, I went
down to the boat to sketch.

I used to like sketching.

There was a seal on the pier.

I drew it, gave it to Richards.

He crumpled it.

We both saw what happened.

And he figured out what
your sketches could do.

He came to see me the next day

and said that my dad had
been gambling on his boat,

owed a lot of money,

that he'd be working for free forever,

but that I could help
pay off my dad's debt

by giving him some sketches.

He was only gonna use
them to pressure people.

I know how hard my dad works.

So you drew.

Yes, but when Richards
started hurting people,

I told him I wouldn't do it anymore.

So he got mad.

He grabbed my dad

and told me that if I didn't
draw this place by 5:00,

he was gonna kill him.

Why this place?

I know he tried to buy it recently.

Well, that would explain
why he tried to collect

all that money so suddenly from Wallace.

And why Joe Santomauro,
his real estate agent,

got punished when he
couldn't make the deal happen.

And so if Richards
couldn't buy this place...

He's gonna use her drawings to destroy it.

All right, why didn't you just
draw a picture of Richards?

I did.

But the only sketch that
works is the first one I draw.

Richards has the one I did
of him hidden on that boat.

And why did you draw Jimmy?

I... I drew him before,

I knew any of this was happening.

I drew a bunch of people.
I drew half the town.

When Richards came and took my dad,

he took all of my sketches.

If he has all the sketches,

he could hurt someone
before we take him down.

Not just someone.

He has a landscape that I did

from up on King'sPoint.

Hello?
Out-of-towner.

What's Kking's Point?

It's the lookout spot.

You can see the whole town from up there.

Remember the vase?

I'd better call for backup.

Permission to come aboard.

All right, I'll knock next time.

Duke.

What are you bringing me?

Well, today...

I have got a lovely '68 Chateau La Tour.

Old-growth vines.

Unfortunately for them
but fortunately for us,

it disappeared from a
French farmer's cellar

after he croaked.

And how'd you get it?

Excuse me?

What?

I just thought that we kind of agreed

if we were gonna do business,

we wouldn't ask a lot of questions.

That's exactly why I
like dealing with you.

Hmm.

How's three grand sound?

Uh, five sounds better.

And four gets her done?

Yes, it does.

Keep it cool.

Hate to blow 40 years in a cellar.

You know, I think things are really
gonna start picking up for me.

Could probably do a lot more
business if you're interested.

Oh, I'm always interested.

All righty then.

Hmm.

I have company.

You know them?

Uh, yeah, unfortunately, I do.

Would probably be better for both
of us if they didn't see me here.

Okay.

Put these in the cold box below.

All right.

Vickie. Detectives.

We know what you did to
Wallace and Santomauro.

I'm sorry?

What?

We want to make a deal.

Vickie, you got an agent.

I'm a businessman. What deal?

You give us all her pictures,

- and we won't shoot you.
- She's not very good.

She should know knowledge is power.

And she should know...

that I hold all the cards.

Hmm?

Now you give me what I asked for,

and you two go away.

Or better yet,

Vickie,

draw them.

You're not hearing me.

No.

You're not hearing me.

You're hearing me now?

You really think you can kill me

before I crumple this,

destroy the whole town?

No.

Hey, this really works.

What took you so long?

I'm sorry.

But it takes me a second to pick a safe.

Well, that's a shock.

Besides, I had to pry open a door

- to get that guy out.
- Daddy.

I don't want this anymore.

I'm not digging what it does.

Damn it.

Here, I thought you might like these.

Ooh, these aren't decorations.

God, no.

Well, good, 'cause, you know,

I got a kinda funky mexican
farmhouse thing going on.

I don't want it to clash.

I'll be extra careful with these.

Jimmy's recovering. He looks pretty good.

Yeah, he had a little
help from his fiancée.

Do you think he's going to be okay?

Yeah, I do.

Audrey.

You kicked its ass.

Nathan.

Hey, Jess.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Came to see about that prowler.

Really?

It's not too dangerous?

Hope not.

Dirty Martini number two.

So are these happy Martinis

or sad Martinis?

It's because I want to thank you,

but that seems almost impossible.

So I figure with a big bill at
least I can give you a good tip.

All right.

No seriously, thank you, Duke,

for coming through when I called.

Sure.

Now, about those parking tickets...

So why is it so hard for you to thank me?

I don't know.

Maybe 'cause every time we
start to be nice to each other

something blows it up.

Maybe you just ask way too much of me.

I mean, the poking around, the judging.

The secret to happiness with men?

Lower your expectations.

Everybody knows that.

Why can't you do it?

I'm drinking this swill, aren't I?

Sync by mczolly - corrected by chamallow
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