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Previously on The Truth About
the Harry Quebert Affair...

We found fingerprints
on the gas can,

but no match...

which means it was someone
with no police record.

No record?

What happened to your face?

I had an accident.

Why would Stern go
through all this mess,

maybe even kill someone,

just to protect Luther?

I'm still trying
to figure that part out.

Fuckin' redneck!

These are all his paintings?

Your brother, he, uh,
he had a thing for blondes?

Oh, my God!

Luther, you scared me!
Jeez...

The results are in.

The handwriting
on the manuscript

is Luther Caleb's.

Check your email.

What the hell is this?

Nola's mother died in 1966,

nine years beforeNola disappeared.

She was beaten by a dead woman.

Your book is a pile of crap.

The night of the fire

did not go quite the way

David Kellergan told the police.

I gotta tell you something.

Mommy was in our bedroom
when the fire happened.

I know.

She was wicked.

She needed to be dead,

so I put the curtains on fire.

That little girl

started to believe that
she herself was her mother.

She was punishing herself,

whipping herself,

plunging her headinto a bath of icy water...

Her father couldn't
take any more,

so he decidedto move them both far away.

Get a warrant,

or get off my property.

I think you should
let us in, Reverend.

It's better if we can
all come inside

and talk calmly.

Yeah, We know about
what happened in Alabama

in 1966.

We know about the fire.

You know nothing.

We talked
to Pastor Lewis.

Why didn't you try
to get her help?

See a doctor?

I was afraid.

I was afraid
they'd take her away

and lock her up.

And so
you had him...

you had him
exorcise her?

I had no choice.

Pastor Lewis said I had to,

or he'd tell the police
what she'd done.

It only made
my poor sweet girl sicker.

She started punishing herself...

as her mother.

And so you
left Alabama,

hoping the move would
wipe the slate clean.

Mm-hm.

And it did at first.

The outbursts
were less frequent.

Her memory of the whole thing
seemed to be fading...

Till the summer
Harry Quebert appeared.

That's when she started having
violent fits again.

At the time, I didn't know why.

It was a horrible sight

to see her do that
to herself.

You know why I'm doing this...

So that I can go to heaven.

You wanna be
an angel, don't you?

I'm sorry I'm a wicked girl.

You're not wicked.

Penance is a blessing.

No, Mother!

No, Mother, please!

Please, Mother, no!

No!

She started reliving
her exorcism.

What happened
on that day she disappeared?

On August 30th?

The anniversary of the fire.

Of Louisa's death.

She had a terrible fit.

One of the worst ever.

I tried to calm her,

but nothing worked,

so I...

I hid out in the garage,
and I...

worked on the damn motorcycle.

I turned up the music
as loud as it would go.

Later,

when I went
into her room,

she wasn't there.

Do you have any idea

what triggered
such a violent fit?

I found a letter on her bed.

A break-up letter.

You never told us
about any letter.

What should I have done?

Nola! Nola?

She was carrying onan illicit romance

with I didn't know who.

But the writing...

it wasn't any teenage boy.

I couldn't letthe whole town think

my little girl
was some kind of slut!

I found these
after she disappeared...

under a loose floorboard.

They're not stamped.

He must've hand-delivered them.

They're all from
Harry Quebert.

They're all the letters
in his book,

"The Origin of Evil."

This was the last one.

The one she received the day
that broke her heart.

May I?

"My darling...

this is my final letter,

a painful last embracebefore parting.

Lovers separate

and neverfind each other again,

and that ishow love stories end.

But we who have lovednot with our eyes

but with our souls

can never truly be separated.

I loved you against all hope,

against all reason,
against all promise.

You will be with me always,

the last dream of my soul.

H."

It's the end
of "The Origin of Evil."

It's the final page.

How long have you known

that Nola and Harry
were corresponding?

Only the past few weeks.

I just recently
bought a copy of the book.

I needed to read it...

to try and understand.

When those letters appeared,

I...

I knew I'd seen them before,

and that's when
I made the discovery.

For the past 33 years,

I've wondered who wrote
those letters to my daughter...

and all that time,

the answer was just sitting
in every bookstore in America.

I can't believe it.

He wasn't waiting
for her at the motel,

like he said.

He'd written her
a breakup letter.

Son of a bitch.

He never intended
to elope with her.

So where'd he go, then?

Why would he lie?

Harry's cellphone is cut off.

No activity
on his credit card.

Okay.

Okay, let me just...

Just walk through this with me.

So, he leaves a letter for her
in her mailbox, right?

The day before their...
their supposed elopement,

right before he skips town.
Right?

Mm-hm.

She finds it
in the morning,

and she reads it,
and she breaks down.

Right?
She has a fit.

She starts
punishing herself.

Okay, Dad...

Dad locks himself
in the garage...

And then what?
Where is...

Where is she going
when she climbs out the window?

To confront Harry.

But on the way,
she runs into Luther,

and everything goes wrong.

Okay, but then why does Harry
come back to Sommerdale

the day after she disappears?

When he hears about it
on the news, he panics.

Mm-hm.

That letter would be
incriminating.

Plus he has
real feelings for her,

which makes it
all the more complicated.

Yeah. We, uh...

we gotta go find him.

I don't think
that's possible.

Border patrol records
have him crossing into Canada

at Derby Line, Vermont.

Huh...

In the unpublished
manuscript

that we found
in his locker,

"The Seagulls of Sommerdale,"

he ends up in Canada with Nola,
remember?

I mean, I still
don't get it.

The charges have
been dropped, so...

what the hell
is he running from?

The crowd behind us

is basicallyshoulder to shoulder,

with people standingall the way up,

all the way throughto the Capitol,

and now we're seeingthe President...

Ladies and gentlemen,

the presidentof the United States,

Barack H. Obama.

Hi!

Sorry I'm late.

Oh, my God...

It's like those
pictures of VJ Day.

Like in World War II?

Everyone is so happy,

and so full
of hope and pride.

It's... it's like
they can't believe

they actually did it!

Oh, I got you a mug.

Thanks.

Can you put
some coffee in it?

Absolutely.

You know,
it's days like these

that you regain
faith in humanity.

It's like we're evolving.

We're getting better
as a species.

Yeah? Well,
let's, uh...

let's see if he
turns out to be

who he says he is.

That's weird,

coming from
his number-one fan.

Well, no, I mean,

you never really
know a person, do you?

You look up to someone,

admire his... integrity,

his intelligence,

and then one day,

you discover he's betrayed you,

and that it was all a lie.

You have any idea
how shitty that feels?

I walked in on my husband
in bed with my best friend.

We had gone
to the Hamptons

for the weekend

with my best friend
and her husband,

and on that Saturday afternoon,

my husband said he wasn't
feeling that well,

so I...
went into town by myself.

But it started to rain,
so I came back,

and I found my husband
on top of my best friend.

Oh, my God.

What did you do?

Nothing.

They didn't see me, so I...

turned around and left,
and I went for another walk.

When I came back,

I found him in the hotel bar,

drinking with
my best friend's husband,

and...

that night,
we all had dinner together.

Well, did you...

did you divorce him?

No.

He left me.

For her.

Is there anything else
I can get you?

Uh, no. Thanks, Denise.

Okay.

This is a one-woman
horror show here.

Daughter kills Mommy,

then she becomes her,

then she starts
beating herself silly?

I mean, this
out-psychos "Psycho."

Yeah, but the whole
infantile psychosis thing

is, uh... it's funky.

You know, I just...

I think there's still
too many missing pieces.

Okay? Just with Harry
disappearing, and these...

these cryptic messages,
this unpublished manuscript--

Which would make a fabulous
prequel, by the way.

Yeah, you're missing
the point, Roy--

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, you're
missing the point.

This childhood madness,
this is a godsend.

We'll put out
a press release

saying we knew about this
from the beginning,

but that you decided
to tell the truth

to demonstrate that reality

is never what it seems.

Now we're
talking Pulitzer.

Look, just give me a week.

Give me one week
to dig a little deeper

before you put out
a press release, okay?

Fine.

Thank you.

One week.

We'll call you back.

Did you know you ran
a red light back there?

Uh...

And you were speeding?

Uh, well, sorry. I--

License
and registration.

Yeah, just a second.

Uh...

What happened
to your face?

Have you been drinking, sir?

Huh?

What?

Sergeant Gahalowood?

This is Officer Forsyth
from, uh...

Montburry County.

Sorry to disturb you
at this hour, but, um...

we have somebody
in custody here

that I think
you'll be interested in.

Hello?

Met our firebug.

I'm sorry, what?

The arsonist
who set fire to Harry's house

was arrested tonight.

Montburry policematched the prints

from a traffic stop.

Who is it?

Are you sitting down?

I'm, uh...

I'm lying down, actually.

Good.

Less of a fall
when you hear who it is.

Thank you.

You look like shit.

Yeah, thanks.

Are you sure
you got the right guy?

'cause I can't see it--

Fingerprints matched
the ones on the gas can.

So that means he sent
all those messages too.

Seems like it.

Oh, man...

But what's...
what's his motive?

I wish I knew.

He's refusing to talk.

And the trouble is,

Quinn's lawyer's claiming

that he found the gas can
on the beach that night.

Oh yeah?

Yeah.

He was out
for a walk.

Picked it up,

threw it
in the bushes.

I have spent the morning

on the phone
with the governor

and a slew
of goddamn reporters.

They all want my head.

I'm Marcus Goldman.
I wrote the--

Yeah, I know
what you wrote.

It can't go on
like this, Perry.

The DA and the governor
want this case closed.

We just arrested
Robert Quinn

last night.
I need some time--

First it was Quebert.

Then it was Caleb,

then the father,

and now
it's this Quinn guy?

You change perps more often
than your underwear.

If you could just
give me a few--

24 hours. That's it!

Tomorrow. 5:00.

You come to my office
and you tell me officially

the Kellergan case
is closed.

Great, we're
on our way.

Yeah, we'll
see you there.

Hey, Roy, now
is not a good time.

Well, I'll just assumeyou'll meet me tomorrow

at 5:00, my office,for your big press launch.

Listen, I can't, okay?

We just got a new lead.
It's, uh, it's...

you're gonna have to
hold 'em off a bit longer.

Disappoint the cognoscenti?

They'll tear you to pieceslike a pack of wild dogs.

Not exactly the liftoffyour book deserves.

Tomorrow afternoon.

Don't be late.

I'm speaking to the press
tomorrow at 5:00.

All right.

So at 5:00 tomorrow,

we'll both have
officially fucked up.

I still can't
believe it.

Maybe he really did

just find the gas can
while he was walking.

Does your
father-in-law

usually take late-night
walks by Goose Cove

without
telling anyone?

How are Jenny
and Mrs. Quinn?

They're in shock.

Tamara said
she didn't even know

he'd gone out last night.

She was dead asleep.

Do you think that--

No, I don't
think anything,

but I, uh...

I found this...

It was in a...
a box of family photos

that Jenny keeps at our house.

Check the back.

So he owned
a black Monte Carlo?

Well, why didn't Pratt--

No, Jenny said

her father wanted to buy
a new car that summer,

and would often take different
models for test drives.

Bobbo would never...

but he was...

acting a little strange...

last night.

He, uh...

kept asking me
to drink this cup of tea.

Just drink it,
honey bunny.

Look, I don't want
any tea.

Drink it for Bobbo.

I'm not British,
for God's sakes.

It's a diuretic.
It'll do you good.

And I was...
feeling a little bloated,

so I drank it.

And then...

I fell asleep
like a dead person.

What time was that?

I...

guess it was...

around 11:00.

Yeah, 'cause...

Law & Order was playing.

And then...

the next thing I know,
it was morning,

and then...

the police were knocking
at the door.

Mrs. Quinn, is it true

that your husband
was thinking about buying

a Chevrolet Monte Carlo
during the summer of '75?

Uh, yeah.

I think so.

Until I told him

that I...

I thought it made him
look like a pimp.

But I just can't...

believe that
he would ever do that.

He could never do anything

to harm that girl.

Do you understand?

He's a kind man.

Honey, I'm gonna be sick.

I'm sorry, this has...

all been a little hard
for us to digest.

Yeah, this is the spot.

It's right here.

Guy drove out
like a bat outta hell.

That's the road that leads
to Montburry Lake.

What are we looking
for, Sergeant?

A weapon,
personal effects,

anything that can tie
our suspect

to the Kellergan case.

You realize this lake is
a dumping ground, right?

So if you could be
a little more precise?

Near the shore.

Focus on the marsh
over here.

The suspect
was covered in mud.

He had a scratch on his face,

probably caused by a low branch.

I'm guessing
he was trying to hide

whatever it was

where no one
would look for it.

All right.

Hello?

You find anything?

Uh, no, sir,
not yet.

We've got a pressconference at 5:00.

Show up with
some definitive proof,

or you can take
your sorry ass to Canada

and join the goddamnMounties.

He says hi.

Over here!

Sergeant!

Over here!

Sergeant!

They got something.

We found a handgun

and a necklace
with Nola's name on it

in Montburry Lake.

Any idea how they
got there, Mr. Quinn?

The, uh, black Monte Carloat the scene of the crime,

that was yoursall along, wasn't it?

A loaner car,

uh, you were conveniently
test-driving

during the time
of Nola's disappearance.

It couldn't be traced
to you 'cause...

you didn't own it.

It's clever.

Except you got yourself
photographed next to it.

Mm-hm.

Yeah.

Game over,
Mr. Quinn.

Why'd you kill
Nola Kellergan

and Deborah Cooper?

I don't know.

It was an accident.

I saw her, Nola...

walkingby the side of the road,

so I, uh,I offered her a ride.

She thanked me for stopping,and got in.

And we drove...

for a few minutes, and then...

I just felt so lonely.

And she was so beautiful.

So friendly.

I wanted to touch her.

Just to stroke her hair.

But she...she panicked
and started to scream.

I-I stopped the car
to calm her down,

and she got out,

started running into the woods.

I had to catch herso she wouldn't tell anyone.

Then she wentto Deborah Cooper's place.

I didn't want to hurt 'em,

but...

they would've talked.

Chief Dawn.

Travis, your father-in-lawjust signed a full confession.

Okay.

There'll be a pressconference at 5:00.

News will spread quickly.

I, uh, I didn't want you
or your wife or Mrs. Quinn

to have to find out
secondhand.

Thank you, Sergeant.

If you could make it
up to Augusta,

clear up a couple of things
about Mr. Quinn,

I prefer not to inflict
any more pain

on his wife or daughter.

Of course.

Look, I'm on duty
at the moment.

There's been a car accident,
and they're waiting for me,

and I should
talk to Jenny first.

Can I come by tomorrow?

Yeah. Yeah, tomorrow works.

Yeah, no rush, man.

Thanks again, Sergeant.

I wouldn't wanna be there
for that conversation,

telling Jenny.

I think this calls for
a little celebrating, huh?

Really?

Yeah.

This one's on me.

You sure you don't
want anything else?

I'm good, I'm good.

Come on, man, get a donut.

I got you.

I'm good.

Oh, God.

Well, I'm not making it
back to Manhattan by 5:00.

You're not gonna be
in any trouble?

No.

No, as soon as
my publisher finds out

I'm helping
the Maine State Police,

he'll find a way to spin it
into more book sales.

Right.

Oh, this is probably

about my 5:00
press conference.

Hello?

Uh, can it wait?

Okay.

Okay, we'll be there
in, uh, 20 minutes.

All right.

That didn't sound like
Chief Lansdane.

Yeah, that was Elijah Stern's
partner, Bo Sylford.

He wants us to come over.

Bo Sylford?

What the hell is that about?

We've been
fighting constantly

since we last
saw you, Sergeant.

There's things that,
uh, he hasn't told you

that need to be said.

Please.

I'm afraid I haven't been

completely forthright
with you, Sergeant.

Directly or indirectly,

I am responsible
for Nola Kellergan's death.

Mr. Stern, if you're
trying to protect

Luther Caleb,

there's no need.

We have a confession
from someone else.

Luther's name's
already been cleared.

But mine's not.

You know that Luther
was obsessed

with Miss Kellergan?

We do.

But you don't know
the extent

of that obsession.

He would sneak off
to Sommerdale

to watch her
with Harry.

Day after day,

he'd report to me
what they'd done,

what they'd said,
where they'd gone.

He...

experienced love

vicariously through them.

It became such a preoccupation
that I rarely saw him.

I had to drive myself
to my meetings.

Why didn't you fire him?

Because you were
in love with him?

Because I was in his debt.

Luther.

Luther?

The situation haddeteriorated so badly that...

Luther was beaten upby a policeman

for vagrancy.

A waitress had apparently

filed a complaintagainst him...

You will not go back
to Sommerdale again.

I forbid it.

But I must...

I must go.

I want you to go home,
back to Massachusetts.

Just for a while.

You don't
understand--

Just to get that girl
out of your system.

You don't understand.
You don't understand!

You don't understand!

You...

They're running away.

In ten days, on the 30th,

they will be gone,

and they will never come back.

And then,on August 29th...

Luther disappeared.

His blue Mustang
was in its usual place,

but I soon discovered

that one of my cars was gone.

A black Monte Carlo.

He'd been asking
to borrow it

because his blue Mustang
had become too recognizable.

I'd said no, of course.

I was furious.

And worried...

If he was capableof that kind of subterfuge...

what else was he hiding?

And that's when I found them...

the letters that he'd stolen.

The letters betweenHarry and Nola.

What the hell have you done?

Don't touch those,
they're private.

What the hell have you done?

Leave that poor girl alone!

You fuckin' redneck!

You fuckin' redneck!

Elijah...

That night,
it was you.

It was you.

And so he left.

He took the Monte Carlo,and he left.

I never saw him again.

He'd recognized
my voice, you see.

When I was younger...

I would...

meet up with some of
my college friends,

a kind of fraternity,
I guess you'd call it,

and we'd go away for weekends,

stay in expensive hotels,

drink,

act like the arrogant,
entitled monsters that we were.

We were desperate
to prove to ourselves

that we were powerful.

Hey! Let's get this one!

Whoo! Yeah!

Hey, redneck!

Where you going?

And he is down
on the 20-yard line!

Oh!

Come on, hit him!
Boom!

All right, should we go
for the field goal?

You're up.

Show us what you got.
Let's go.

You fucking redneck!

Oh!

Come on,
let's go!

All right,
he had enough.

Whoo!

It was in all the papers.

The police never found
the culprits.

But I knew,

and...

was sickened by what I'd done.

A few years later,

I tracked him down, and...

stuck a nail in my tire,asked him if he could fix it.

I'm sorry to disturb you,
but I seem to have a flat tire.

I offered him a job,

and he took it.

But he wasn't happy.

I gave him money,

a car...

I built himan artist's studio...

but nothingcould assuage my guilt.

The servantswere afraid of him.

He had no friends,

no girlfriends.

The only thing he could do
with a woman, he said,

was to paint her.

So...

I bought him some.

Blondes.

Mostly...

strawberry blondes...

like his fiancée.

Then he met Nola

and fell in love with her,

the first time
he'd ever fallen in love

since... the accident.

Then Harry turns up,

brilliant,

handsome,

and of course,

Nola fell in love with him.

And so Luther decided
he would live through Harry.

Love through Harry.

When Nola disappeared,

and it was announced

that the suspect was driving
a black Monte Carlo,

you can imagine
what I thought.

Uh-huh,
but you kept quiet.

Yes,

so he'd never be suspected.

I knew...

whatever he'd done,

I drove him to it.

What does all this
have to do with Robert Quinn

and Nola's murder?

I guess just that
it's a huge coincidence,

that, uh, Luther, Stern,
Harry, and Mr. Quinn

all drove black Monte Carlos
in the summer of '75.

Like, maybe it
was a popular car.

A lot of coincidences.

Yeah.

Here's another one.

Quinn said he saw
Nola Kellergan by chance

while he was driving, right?

Right.

Why did he have
a gun with him?

What year was Watergate?

Uh... 1974. Why?

Look at the newspaper box
behind him.

I can't...
Give me the...

See it?

Nixon resigned
in August, 1974.

There is no way

that that photo was
taken in August, 1975.

Holy shit!

Who are you protecting?

You test-drove
a black Monte Carlo in '74,

not '75.

You're protecting someone,
and I wanna know who.

Huh?

Your wife?
Daughter?

Fine.

We'll bring them both in
for questioning,

and keep them here
until we get some answers.

Are you sure you wanna
subject them to that?

Who are you calling?

Travis.

I need his help
getting Quinn to talk.

Damn it!

He's not picking up.

Hey, it's Sergeant Gahalowood,
Maine State Police.

I need to talk to Chief Dawn
right away, please.

No, I tried his cell.
He's not answering.

Can you radio him?
It's important.

Wait, what do...

What do you mean,
he's not on duty today?

I talked to him earlier.

No, he told me he was
investigating a car accident.

Hey!

Issue an APB on Sommerdale
Police Chief Travis Dawn!

And I want roadblocks
along state lines.

Now!

Excuse me. Could we...?

Oh, for
God's sake, Marcus.

Just bear with me, okay?

I don't know how you're
gonna hear anything in here.

Okay, go for it.

Okay, um...

So, when you get to
the end of your novel...

Mm-hmm.

...you wanna make sure
you give your readers

one last twist.

Thank you.

One last twist?

Yes, you wanna...

you wanna keep 'em
on tenterhooks

until the very end.

Uh-huh.

It's like cards.

So you wanna keep
your trump card

till the very last round.

Okay.

Keep your trump card
until the very last round.

Cheers.

Cheers. Cheers.

Cheers to that,
Professor Quebert.

Good afternoon.

Afternoon.

Is this a special vacation
for the two of you?

Yeah, it is.

It's... anniversary.

Oh, lovely.

If you could wait
one moment,

I... just need to check
something about your seats.

I don't like this, Travis.