- Previously on Haven...
- Chief Wuornos.
This is...
- Special Agent Audrey Parker.
Oh! I'm sorry.
Are... are you all right?
- Didn't feel it.
- She know you're not a...
a real boy?
- You took my clothes.
- I saved your life.
- You must be Duke.
- Don't need to say it.
- This is gonna suck.
Watch out!
I've been a lot of help
to you recently,
and I was just hoping
for a little quid pro quo.
- Ooh, that sounds illicit.
- I was sh**ting for civil.
What is this, a joke?
What about the photographer
who took the picture?
Where's the Colorado Kid buried?
- You are the spitting image
of someone
I sold flowers to years ago.
- Wait.
W-w-what was her name?
- Lucy!
I believe it was Lucy!
- The troubles are back,
aren't they?
- Yeah, I think so.
- And I'm afraid
they won't go away this time.
- Good morning.
- Hi.
- You look, uh... nice.
- Wait.
What's that supposed to mean?
- It means you look nice.
- And yet somehow it doesn't
sound like a compliment.
Are you on duty?
- Why?
- Well, you're dressed
like you're on duty.
Don't get me wrong.
You... you pull it off
beautifully.
- And that doesn't rate
better than nice?
- You have a certain...
federal-agent-chic thing
going on.
Yeah.
Hey, I wanted to ask you
a couple of questions.
- Are these
work-related questions?
- No, I'm...
I'm on my own time.
I am looking
into a woman named Lucy.
- You know,
I would love to help,
but I think I've made it
pretty clear,
I don't talk to cops,
even cops that I like,
which...
technically,
you would be the only one.
So congratulations,
but nonetheless,
I still don't do it.
- That was almost a compliment...
heavy on the "almost."
- I'll be more careful
next time.
I do have plans.
- Well, can...
can you just wait?
What?
Oh, relax.
She's an aesthetician,
not an arms dealer.
- You know, I could
make you talk to me.
- Yeah, I suppose you could.
Or...
you could make life
a whole lot easier on yourself
and just wait till I'm
in a more cooperative mood.
- Fine.
Later.
- Enjoy.
Hey, Audrey,
you should go check out
the Haven farmers' market.
Have a snow cone.
Let me know how it is.
Forgive me.
I don't know.
- Is this some kind of joke?
- What are you
talking about, Kat?
- This is rotten!
- I'm sorry.
Is there a problem here?
- If you're selling
rotten stock to us,
the chef is gonna
throw a fit.
- You're crazy.
There's nothing wrong
with my apples.
- What does this look like?
- A candy apple.
- Hold on. Hold on.
I just dipped those.
My apples are fine.
My God,
what the hell is this?
- What's going on here?
- No, no, they were fine
this morning!
- I can't believe this.
- Somebody framed us.
- Somebody call an ambulance.
# #
- Okay, thank you.
That would help.
- Trouble
at the farmers' market.
You're here.
Cause and effect?
Funny.
- So what happened?
- This...
used to be sweet corn.
- Big deal.
I've seen worse in my fridge.
- Yeah, can your fridge
do this in 30 seconds?
- A biological agent?
- Yeah, a disease,
a weird fungus.
- Chemicals,
drunk crop duster.
- Yeah, I may not have
your sensitive nose,
but I think
I would have smelled that one.
- Well, they'll test
for everything.
I mean, whatever it was
had an area effect.
- But it hit just a few carts,
you know?
Why not all of them?
- You think they were targeted?
- Possibly.
But you know what's weird?
Is the timing.
All of this went bad
at the same time.
- Okay.
Let's go check out
these farms.
Hamish Stewart?
Nathan Wuornos,
Haven Police.
Sorry to bother you.
This is Officer Parker.
- Uh, is it all like that?
- There's a whole crib
in the barn.
And that's what I get
for going organic.
- You don't use chemicals?
- My life partner
is a vegan... the fool.
I guess you can blame Angus
for this.
- Came back here and found
several more bad eggs
in the nests...
but only in this coop,
not in the other ones.
- Are they all
on organic feed?
- That's where the money is,
sweetie.
- And what's the difference
between these two coops?
- Well, this one's
for the horny hens...
Fertilized eggs.
Do you think
my rooster's sick?
- Well, the lab'll test him,
I'm sure.
- Well, he looks okay...
still chasing the hens.
Not all of 'em mind
getting caught.
- So we're asking
that any affected farmers
give us paperwork on their
customers and suppliers.
- This is really what
you ought to be looking at.
- I got the guys digging
through the farmers' paperwork.
- Well, why so selective?
You know, one plot
out of a whole orchard,
one henhouse,
one crib of corn out of a dozen.
And why these stands?
- Have you thought
about calling the bureau?
- I wasn't planning on it,
but I'd like to have something
to tell them first... anything.
- Here, you can show them this...
prelim tox report.
- Hydrochloric acid?
- Mm.
It's not a biological agent.
- It's not a weaponized one.
That's a stomach acid.
That doesn't get on tops
of trees and in eggs
unless somebody
puts it there.
- Mm.
Wuornos.
Eleanor, what happened?
- The entire
high school sailing team...
GI distress,
nausea, cramping.
- Any idea what caused it?
- Postrace treats?
- Ah, hell.
Benjy?
- Who's Benjy?
- Ice cream, homemade in Haven.
Been going since I was a kid.
And how do you not love
meeting the cow
who made
your ice cream possible?
- Wait. Now, back up.
The cows live at the store?
Isn't that a zoning problem,
at a minimum?
- It's more like you put
the store where the cows live.
It's never been a problem.
Been there for 40 years.
- All right,
so what's the common thread...
farms, animals?
- Let's find out.
He likes his naps.
- Hey, little Nate.
- Benjy.
- Your knocking
woke me up.
- Benjy, did you have
any problems at the store today?
- Not that I'm aware.
But you know me...
I could sleep through a rodeo.
- Do you mind if we take
a look in the freezer?
- Of course not.
But, uh,
what's going on?
- Well, something happened
over at Haven Academy.
Some kids got sick.
- On my bars?
- Well, we don't know
exactly what...
- Yeah. Now we do.
- What happened?
- Are your cows here?
- Out back.
Oh! Girls!
Oh!
Oh, Janis!
- No, don't touch!
Oh, no.
Oh, God, no.
- What's this stuff?
- You want to be a local?
Helps to look like one.
Thanks, Nathan.
That's... that's really sweet.
But I thought
I just had to squint a lot
and leave out half my words.
- That'd be a start.
- All right, so I'm still
trying to figure out
what these incidents
have in common.
Do you have
the vendor report?
- Yeah, right here.
- And?
- There's a common thread,
but I can't believe the McShaws
have anything to do with this.
- Wait. The Mc-whos?
- Bill and Geoff McShaw.
They're brothers that run
the Second Chance Bistro.
All these vendors supply them.
- So you think that somebody's
trying to hurt them
through their suppliers?
That's a reach.
- Yeah, it's a big one.
- There was a woman
yelling at an apple vendor
at the market...
something about a chef
getting mad.
- Oh, that sounds like Geoff.
He's pretty good
at getting mad.
Let's go talk to him.
- Go...
- Black Bears!
- Yeah, this local thing
is gonna take a while.
- The place has been
in their family for ages.
Bill stuck around and took over
after their folks d*ed.
Nice guy.
- And Geoff?
- Talented and knows it.
Studied cooking
all over the world
and just got back in town.
They're reopening
with a menu
featuring only
local ingredients.
- You can cook pine trees?
- Hey, Bill.
- Hiya, Nathan.
- This is Officer Parker,
my new partner.
- I thought Geoff
was just being dramatic.
- Dramatic about what?
- A lot of food's
gone bad recently.
He made a beautiful
corn and apple fritter
to go with the entree tonight,
and look what happened.
- Corn and apples?
Did... did he use eggs in there?
- Yeah, sure.
I thought we were just getting
a run of bad stock.
- Can we talk to Geoff?
- Yeah, he's...
inside.
- Any idea
why someone would be out
to hurt your business?
- Jealousy.
Isaac, your Kn*fe skills
are better than that.
Check the stove.
He belongs
in a cafeteria.
Ah, everyone,
check this out.
This is a proper dice.
No sesame seeds, all right?
What, are you trying
to make me sick?
Lt, uh, muddies the flavor.
I'm counting on you
to get this right.
- Let's talk
about your enemies.
- I have fans, not enemies.
- The Times says,
"Geoffrey McShaw
"is evocative
and challenging,
a chef of the future."
- I rest my case.
- Well, could there be
competitors
out to disrupt you?
- Competition...
no one this side of Portland
is doing what I'm doing.
- This guy's been, uh,
coming by.
Keeps looking over
the building... John Robert.
- What exactly
is a lobster pup?
- It's kind of like
a hot dog with...
Iobster.
It's not my thing.
But it's working for him.
He's got 20 locations.
- Yeah, it's possible.
Look, is there anyone
closer to you
that we could look at?
- We did fire a few people
a couple months ago.
- Ah, this is something new.
Seared squab with tarragon.
- Squab?
Is that pigeon?
- Free-range organic pigeon.
We raise them on the roof.
- Yo-ho, boys,
delivery.
Well, well, well.
Look who's here.
How was the farmers' market?
- Not so great,
thanks to you.
How was your afternoon?
- Entertaining.
- Really?
- You're looking lovely.
You're looking very...
Nathan-y.
- Yeah.
- What do you got?
Wow.
Wow.
Really? Still?
The pigeon?
- You're gonna like this,
all right?
Just... just... just you wait.
- No, no, no,
I'm sure that I would,
if I actually
put it in mouth,
which, um,
isn't gonna happen.
- So...
what have you got
for me today?
- $500 to find out.
- What, dollars?
For that crate?
- Meg, just in time.
- For what?
- Uh, mystery crate day.
- Sometimes it's uni
from the Sea of Japan
or yellowtail cheeks
from Ecuador.
- Either way,
he has to pay first.
That's the game.
- Nothing black market,
of course.
- No.
Of course not, Nathan.
- $500 is on the steep side.
- I don't think
we can do this right now.
With the reopening costs,
it's...
- We... we have to.
Bill, tell your wife...
in for a penny,
in for a pound.
This is what makes us better
than everyone else.
- Now, money is one thing.
But getting
on the wrong side of Meg
is on top
of my "don't" list.
This one's on me.
- I'll take "free"
for an answer.
- I can't do that, Duke.
- All right, I-I know that
it's been probably 20 years,
but I can still kick
your butt.
Take your check back.
- Everything we've seen
ties in to this place.
- You think
someone's after Geoff?
- He says he has no enemies,
but still,
an angry sister-in-law,
a jealous brother.
- A wannabe fast-food tycoon
sizing up his storefront.
- Yeah, but still,
why att*ck
through four different suppliers
and with acid?
That just...
it doesn't make sense.
What was that?
- Get in.
Raining birds?
Oh, you got to be kidding me.
I've seen this movie.
It doesn't end well.
- The poor guys.
- You were raising them
to cook them.
- Yeah, but this?
This is wrong.
- Are you sure
that nobody comes to mind
that might have a problem
with Geoff or the restaurant?
- The biggest problem
with Geoff is Meg.
I don't think
she'd do this, but...
- But...
- There's definitely
tension between them.
Geoff basically came back
to bail Bill out, okay?
Geoff could be in New York
or London.
He should be.
But Bill needed help.
I don't think Meg
liked him needing it.
Look, I got to go back, okay?
- Go ahead.
Resentment's a motive.
- Yeah.
Ugh, I can smell
the acid in this thing.
You think Meg would do this?
- Someone did.
- This is amazing.
- I grow most of the herbs
we use at the restaurant,
some produce too.
- It's perfect.
- It's my refuge.
Bill can be around Geoff
all day at the restaurant,
but I'm not his brother.
- You don't like
your brother-in-law?
- I hate how he treats
my husband.
I'd walk away from Geoff
and this place
in a heartbeat
if I could.
- But Bill won't go?
- Three generations of McShaws
have owned that place.
Bill's held it together
all by himself for years.
- So...
why did he ask Geoff
to come back?
- Their parents made them
promise to keep the business.
Bill is nothing
if not faithful to his word.
But Geoff's
the restaurant genius,
not Bill.
You see that?
That's Bill's gift.
You give Bill
a piece of wood,
and he'll make
something wonderful.
- So Bill puts Geoff first.
- Geoff puts Geoff first.
He doesn't appreciate Bill
or how much Bill gave up
to keep their promise,
and he never will.
- Sounds like you resent him.
- His overspending,
his quest for the perfect dish...
he's put us in a spot that,
if this reopening doesn't work,
we'll lose everything.
I guess you could say
I resent him.
- What happened
to your tarragon?
- I'm not sure.
When I came out today,
it was like that.
- Mr. Robert,
you still supervise deliveries?
- Time is money, Detective.
You don't grow to 17 locations
by watching every penny.
Labor costs more than food.
- Lobster's cheap?
- Lobster pup
is a processed seafood product.
Seasoned right,
tastes the same...
no lobster necessary.
Here's a coupon... free side
with any regular order.
I recommend the hush puppies.
- I'll pass.
Want to tell me
why you're interested
in the Second Chance?
Doesn't seem like
your kind of place.
- Location's more important
than costs.
- Is that so?
- I want a mother ship
for the Lobster Pup chain,
and they've got the best views
in Haven.
- Is that why you sabotaged
their business?
- No need to.
The way Geoff
mismanages product costs,
he's doing it himself.
Let's just say
I'm on his speed dial.
- Margie, you here?
We're here for your ad copy.
- Oh.
- Hi.
- Hi, Margie's upstairs
getting her phone.
- Sure.
- Anytime.
- Oh, do I have a...
Is there a zipper undone?
- No, no, it's not that.
- Uh, it's just
that you look, uh...
Nice.
- Nice?
Yeah, I've been getting
a lot of that lately.
I'm trying
to find something
to wear to this
restaurant opening tonight.
- Uh, yes, of course.
The McShaw boys are having
trouble again, aren't they?
- Uh, always figured Duke
would get them in hot water
sooner or later.
- I don't think he has anything
to do with their problems.
Will you guys look at me?
Okay, what's wrong?
Is it too professional?
- No.
- No.
- Not professional.
But it is too, uh...
sunny?
- Yeah, exactly.
Uh, a bit sunny.
- I-I don't do sunny.
Okay.
- I-I don't do sunny.
Okay.
Can you just... can you hold on,
just right there?
I'll try a... great.
- Ah.
Oh!
Uh...
It's a little... branchy.
- Leafy-branchy.
- Okay, no.
- It's a little girly.
- Thin straps.
- Okay, all right.
I-I'm gonna try
just a couple... couple more.
- It's too rococo.
- It's an old lady's color.
- It's de rigueur.
- Oh...
- Uh!
- Oh!
It's purple.
- Mauve.
- I hate purple.
Try this.
- Really?
I don't think...
I can't believe you guys
are giving me fashion advice.
- She should have
come to us sooner.
- A lot sooner.
You're staring again.
- But in a good way
this time.
That sounded creepy,
even to me.
- It's perfect.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
- She's lucky we came in
when we did.
- She sure is.
But she did look
splendid, though.
- Yeah, and you look
100 years old,
so forget about it.
# #
- Thank you.
- Well, I was watching
the kitchen.
I didn't see
anything suspicious.
John Robert hasn't done anything
but have too many drinks.
- All right, I have a theory.
- Surprise.
- You're not gonna like it.
- Surprise again.
- Geoff cooks fritters,
all the ingredients he uses
go bad at the market.
He cooks squab,
pigeons fall from the sky.
I was in Meg's garden today,
and all the tarragon... dead,
the same tarragon that he used
to cook the squab.
- Parker...
- Everything Geoff cooks dies...
- Parker...
- The flocks, the orchards.
- And the Benjy bars.
- No idea...
except for that I'm out
of good answers.
- So we should embrace
bad ones?
- No.
- Officer Parker.
Nathan.
Careful, now.
It's the quiet ones
you have to watch out for.
- Contribute any contraband
to tonight's menu?
- Well, we'll have to see
what Geoff made.
- Am I interrupting something?
Excuse me, Audrey.
Well, it's all yours now, lads.
It's about time.
- It's hard not to still see
our folks' place, you know?
- Not unless
you deep-fry the pigeon.
- Which might not be
such a bad start.
- Excuse me.
Can I have
your attention, please?
Our first course,
a dandelion-green salad
with crisp basil,
fresh from our garden.
Enjoy.
- I'm gonna go test my theory.
I'll be right back.
Just don't... don't eat anything.
- Here's that list
of old employees.
- Thanks.
I'm surprised
you invited him here.
You know, he's interested
in the place.
- Ah, he asked my brother
to sell his half.
Geoff said neither of us
would do that.
- I hate to say it, Bill,
but you might want
to double-check that.
- So my theory was brilliant
but completely wrong.
He cooked with the basil,
but the garden's fine.
- Shocker.
- Did you tell John Robert
that you would consider?
- Lower your voice, please.
It's not the time or the place.
- I think it's exactly the time.
- It's not the time
or the place.
Do what you do best...
meet and greet.
- What is that about?
- I think Bill just found out
that Geoff's
on John Robert's speed dial.
- Attention, please.
A toast.
It takes patience and effort
to make a dream come true.
But once it does...
you always seem
to have another one.
To a dream come true.
- Hear! Hear!
- Enjoy the salmon.
- Look down.
So much for preventing
the next att*ck.
- Don't worry.
It'll be fine, Geoff.
- Fine?
It's not going to be fine.
It's a disaster!
- "It all works out, Kitty-Kat."
Isn't that what you always say?
- Damn it!
- That's enough, Geoff.
I put everything I have
on the line for you,
help you push
this high-end concept
you want so badly,
and you serve garbage!
You want so badly,
and you serve garbage!
- I've got much more
to lose than you.
Do you know the risk
that I took with my reputation
to even come here
and help you?
- Help me?
Or sell me out to John Robert?
- Yeah, I was an idiot
to come here and help you.
And if you don't appreciate
what I'm trying to do, then...
I-I'm happy to leave.
- Good.
- Where you gonna go?
- I have a standing offer
to chef at Red Fish Blue.
- With Justine?
But you said
you'd never go back to her.
- To work for her,
not to be with her.
- Well, then take me with you.
- Katarina,
you're the best sous around,
all right, but you wouldn't
last a day in New York.
- Runnin' out again?
No more second chances?
- I'm all out of them.
Take the Kn*fe.
- No, don't.
Don't go, Geoff. Stay.
- I can't keep
bailing you out.
You're on your own
this time.
- Come on.
- Well, it wasn't
Geoff's cooking.
- I was watching the food
the whole time.
I don't get it.
- Yeah.
Neither do I.
- Thought you'd want
to see this.
- What happened?
Geoff.
What the hell?
- Do you really think
that I would hurt Geoff?
- No, I don't.
We need to know
what you saw.
- He showed up here late.
He was upset about
what happened at the dinner.
- Did he blame anybody?
- Geoff, he blamed everybody.
- Anyone in particular?
- No.
I know that he seemed
like a monster,
but he wasn't.
Outside of the kitchen,
he was a good guy.
- Why'd he come
to see you last night?
- Because he was upset, Nathan.
He needed somebody
to talk to.
He told me about the fight
he had with his brother.
He felt trapped.
- So what was all this business
with the Kn*fe?
- When I was a kid,
I had a pellet g*n.
We sh*t a duck.
Later, when Geoff tried
to cook it,
it escaped
and came flapping at us.
Scared the crap out of us.
Bill tried to put it
out of its misery
with a pocket Kn*fe.
Geoff stopped him.
Said, "Maybe it deserves
a second chance."
Geoff used the pocket Kn*fe
to make us
peanut butter and jelly
sandwiches instead.
Ever since then,
we've been
giving each other
second chances.
Hence, the name
of the restaurant.
It was meant to be
a second chance for them.
- So you talked.
And...
- I told him that I would
help him in any way I could.
He said he didn't feel well.
And he left.
I heard a noise on the dock.
I didn't...
think anything of it.
I thought he tripped,
all right?
- I think I'm gonna go talk
to Meg and Bill again.
- I'm gonna go find
John Robert.
- Why John Robert?
- He was the last call
made on Geoff's cell.
- You know,
Geoff hated the water.
He did.
He got sick
every time we took him out.
In fact,
I think he cooked fish
as a revenge on the ocean.
And then he d*ed in it.
It's a shame.
Any other circumstance,
I would have appreciated
the irony.
It's one hell
of a grand opening, huh?
- They'll never forget it,
that's for sure.
- By the way, you looked nice
in that dress last night.
- There it is again,
"nice."
- I meant nice.
- Thank you.
- It's just nice
to see another side
of Officer-Agent Parker.
- I am pretty sure you saw
every single side of me
the day we met
when you fished me
out of the water.
- It's a shame you're a cop.
- And why is that?
- I don't usually
socialize with cops.
- Did it ever occur to you that
that might be their choice?
- No.
- Hey, I know it's not
gonna fix anything,
but I'm gonna figure out
what happened to your friend.
- I know you will...
Officer-Agent Parker.
- You think I k*lled him?
- He called you,
and then he d*ed.
You wanted to buy him out.
- I-I don't want
that building anymore, okay?
He... he destroyed
the energy of the place.
- You told that to Geoff?
- From my hospital bed,
after I had my stomach pumped.
I-I withdrew my offer.
Oh, God, I will never
eat fish again.
- Except for lobster pups.
- Why would I eat those?
- Bill's gone to set up
for the wake.
It's too soon,
but it's the McShaw way.
- They seemed pretty angry
with each other last night.
- I didn't k*ll him.
Neither did Bill.
We were together all night.
Do you know why I'm staining
this piece instead of Bill?
Because the restaurant
never leaves him
any time for himself.
I've been hoping,
somehow,
he'd find a way
to get free,
and when we go under,
I guess he will be.
Oh, sorry.
That's Bill's
favorite stress food.
He was working here
yesterday.
- Does he have more of these?
- In there.
Oh, what is that?
- The missing piece.
Where are these lobsters from?
- Hidden Cove.
I'm making some lobster salad
for the wake.
Geoff never liked
my recipe,
thought it was pedestrian.
- Take a bite of it.
Please.
- What's this
supposed to prove?
- Just... just take
one more bite,
and I'm gone.
You k*lled your brother.
You hated him.
- What? No.
- You k*lled him.
Just admit it!
- No, I didn't.
- No, just admit it.
- Agent Parker...
- No, I didn't!
- You hated being stuck here.
- Are you kidding me?
- So you k*lled him!
- He was my brother,
and I wouldn't hurt him!
- When you get upset,
what you eat
turns out like that.
You ate the same salmon
Geoff did.
- Oh, God, Geoff...
d*ed 'cause of me.
- Geoff's autopsy results
are in.
There was no salmon
in his stomach,
just some kind of pastry.
- You mean I didn't k*ll him?
- They're ruling it
an accident.
He fell into the water
and drowned.
He was in anaphylactic shock,
some massive allergic reaction
to sesame oil.
- But Geoff...
never ate anything
without knowing what was in it.
- Maybe it wasn't an accident.
How you holding up,
Katarina?
- I feel lost without him.
- Yeah, I'm sure you do.
You two were close,
weren't you?
- Yeah.
I thought we were
going places together.
- Instead you're gonna be
going to prison alone.
That's kind of sad.
- What?
I don't understand.
- Sure, you do.
You knew that Geoff
was allergic to sesame oil.
So you drizzled some
on a pastry,
and the pecans
hid the flavor.
- No, I...
- So what?
He came over.
You talked him
into tasting some.
- You can't prove
any of this.
- She doesn't have to
if you confess.
- You know
what the funny thing is?
Is that we thought Bill
k*lled Geoff for a while.
But then we realized
it had to be you.
- You grew up here,
Katarina.
So did I.
You've heard stories
about the troubles.
Those are just stories.
- Are they?
- You know why the food
kept going bad?
It was Bill.
He was so angry
about things here,
when he ate,
it poisoned the food.
- You people are crazy.
- You think so?
Then you won't mind
if Bill
finishes the sandwich
you were eating.
- Don't worry about it.
He hasn't k*lled anybody yet.
- Except some pigeons.
- And the cows, but, I mean,
that was an accident.
- Makes you wonder
what would happen
if he was trying.
- Stop, okay?
Just stop it!
He wasn't supposed to die.
After everything
I did for him,
he was just
gonna leave me here
and go back to Justine.
- You knew he was allergic.
- Yes, but I just wanted
to make him sick.
I thought,
with all the ill people,
no one would notice.
I never meant to k*ll him.
I just wanted to make him
feel as bad as I did.
I'm sorry.
No one should be able
to do things like that.
- They can't.
That's the thing
about growing up around here.
People actually believe
those tales.
The troubles are just stories
to scare kids
around the campfire.
- Are you okay?
- Can't have her thinking
Haven's full of freaks, can we?
- Are those Geoff's
personal effects?
- Bill should have them
now that we're done.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, he should.
- I cannot believe
he was going to stay.
- Yeah, he went back
for the Kn*fe.
I guess he wasn't done
giving second chances.
- Hey.
- You really think
this'll work?
- Yeah.
I think it might.
- I'm sorry about Geoff.
- Thanks for coming.
- What's up, bro?
- Same deal.
This time, I set the price.
- All right, I'll buy.
How much?
- 20.
- That's it?
- The Second Chance?
- I don't want to run it
without Geoff.
Brings me nothing but anger.
And, like I talked about
with Agent Parker,
stress doesn't agree
with my digestion.
- I can't take
your restaurant, Bill.
- Ah, go on, Duke.
That's as close to keeping it
in the family as I can get.
You're the only
second chancer left.
- I don't know
what to say.
I...
- Hey, you know the rules.
There's no refunds.
Besides, you could use
a legitimate business.
- When you put it that way.
- You really think
I can make a living
at this woodworking?
- Honestly, I don't care.
I'm just glad
to have my husband back.
- So what do you think?
- It's a start.
Oh, that's high praise
from a Wuornos.
- Saw your car
parked on the street.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- And?
- You took up three spaces.
- So?
- It's gonna take time.
- Yeah.
Yeah, it is.
You know,
I was thinking
about how there are
two different Havens.
There's the one that's
right beneath the surface,
and then there's the one
right underneath that.
- Sounds like every town.
- It's definitely
not like every town.
But you, Nathan,
you live in both Havens,
and I think that we're gonna
find that very useful.
- Might be.
- This is one of those times
where you need to say
absolutely nothing.
- Okay.
01x04 - Consumed
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When FBI Special Agent Audrey and partner Nathan is dispatched to the small town of Haven, Maine, on a routine case, she finds herself becoming increasingly involved in the return of "The Troubles", a plague of supernatural afflictions that have occurred in the town at least twice before.
When FBI Special Agent Audrey and partner Nathan is dispatched to the small town of Haven, Maine, on a routine case, she finds herself becoming increasingly involved in the return of "The Troubles", a plague of supernatural afflictions that have occurred in the town at least twice before.