Haven

Previously on Haven...

This is Nathan. He's the "way to my heart" guy.

When I cut his head open, I found this.

That was in his brain?

You... this whole day, the black goo, all the delusions...

you infected my friends, and you put that mark on those people.

I'm just trying to get through to you.

- You're immune to The Troubles. - Just like you.

I want you back.

Find the Troubled person, or the hansons die.

I wouldn't help you, not in this world or any other.

Yeah, you will, 'cause if you don't, more people are gonna die...

and people that Audrey Parker cares about.

William can't get away with this.

I didn't come here to talk.

So I'm gonna tell you everything you want to know

about who she is and what we did, 'cause we are so connected.

Got the logo, coming around the van, and action.

Greetings, Seekers. Welcome to Haven, Maine.

As always, I'm Seth byrne, joined by my steady hand

behind the camera, Anderson Harris.

And we are The Darkside Seekers.

Say hello, Anderson.

Hello, Seekers. It is I, Anderson Harris.

Welcome to hell.

- That's a weird voice, dude. - Thanks, buddy.

We'll cut it out.

We've come to Haven to investigate a murder.

The victim was found missing his heart.

Think that's strange? Well, we thought so too.

Ooh. Easy, there, big guy. Walking's tough, huh?

This is a new shirt, so that sucks.

Well, that's gonna smell good.

Okay, let's take it from the top.

No, no, we're fine. I can cut around it.

The magic of editing.

All right, well, your mustache looks good. You ready?

Clean. Ready?

Three, two... - And... Action.

This isn't the first strange thing we've heard about Haven.

If you know where to look, Haven is home to all kinds of paranormal activity,

like haunted houses or shape-shifters, maybe even a golem.

But the law enforcement here, with help from the local daily rag, cover it up.

They say, "it was a freak accident,"

or maybe insect migration.

Or... this is my personal favorite... a gas leak.

I mean, a gas leak? I mean, what?

How many gas leaks does a small fishing village need to have

before they get new pipes?

Is something a man might wonder.

Recently we've been receiving strange readings from our devices,

which have led us to this house, where we hope to find clues to...

What the hell was that? Is there something in there?

Dude, look, look, look. Come on.

- Is the door open? - Come on, come on, come on.

- Please, come on. - Seth, do not go inside there.

- Dude, we are going inside. - I'm not going inside there.

Dude, you are going in.

The door is ripped off.

Don't go in there.

Oh, my God, dude, turn that off, please.

I get it.

- This thing actually works? - Yeah. Duh.

Wait. Hang on. It's too dark.

I can't see anything. Let me adjust the camera.

Oh, for God sakes, just hurry up.

- We want to find this. - Okay, okay.

Jeez. Really?

Can... can we get a shot of this?

Look at the... look at the space between the talons here, right?

I'm guessing this thing is about ten feet.

And based on what we know about its feeding habits... oh, God.

What happened here?

Look at this.

Is that the lady's blood?

Yeah, I know, I know, I know. Just quiet, okay?

Don't go in there.

I'm gonna go in there... 'Cause I have to go in there.

- Get out! - What?

Go! Just go!

So what do you think?

Well, it'd be a cute rental if it wasn't totally wrecked...

claw marks, smashed TV, the whole "bull in the China shop" motif.

- About the victim, Gloria. - Abby banks...

schoolteacher, and from the looks of the rug,

she just finished eating dinner... chicken tikka masala.

Can we focus on what's still in the victim?

Yeah, well, funny you should bring that up.

Okay, so we've got claw and bite marks here, there...

This is what spilled the dinner, but that's not what killed her.

Just like the last one we found, this Vic's heart is gone,

like it was eaten right out of her chest.

"Eaten"?

Yeah, well, they look like teeth marks to me.

Anyway, whatever this trouble is, it's big and mean, and it's... - shh.

Don't be shushing me, silverback.

Well, what do you know?

Another body found with its heart eaten.

Pair that with what we saw last night,

and, Seekers, it looks like we found ourselves a rougarou.

Oh, I don't think that's how you say that.

Dude, can I... do you mind if I just do this?

Ready. And action.

A rougarou is a supernatural creature out of ancient folklore.

A cousin of the werewolf, rougarous were once men,

but are now monsters, driven to feed on the hearts of their victims.

What about the stuff she was saying to officer Bigfoot about Troubles?

What are The Troubles?

Great question, Anderson. I don't know.

But it's obvious that they're trying to hide something from the outside world.

And as Seekers, it's our job to find out.

Find out what? You can't be recording.

This is an ongoing police investigation.

You're ruining the shot, dude.

You want to end up on wikileaks, huh?

What about the claw marks?

Why are you suppressing the truth?

- Turn off the camera. - Do not turn off that camera.

This is a public thoroughfare. We can record what we want.

Since when is there no freedom of the press in Maine, huh?

What are you, some kind of a fascist?

What are you, a fascist?

I wish there was something more I could do for Audrey.

Actually, there may be something you can do.

If anybody knows about this connection

between Audrey and William, it's Vince and Dave.

How would you feel about going back to the herald and...

Doing the journalist thing, seeing if you can find anything out.

- Okay. What are you gonna do? - Help Nathan.

He's torn up about Audrey, and I just...

I think he's gonna need someone backing him up...

Even if I'm not as cute as his regular partner.

I disagree.

- Be safe. - Okay. See you soon.

The bullet missed major organs,

but I am not buying that you just dug it out.

- Is it in there? - Better if it were.

Could help staunch blood flow,

like it's doing for that guy, who, save for the bullet,

has the exact same wound.

Weird.

Okay. I'll start getting an O.R. ready.

What happened?

William kept saying that we were connected.

I guess it's real... Physically.

Look, if hurting him is gonna hurt Audrey,

that is gonna make him very hard to deal with.

How long can we keep William sedated?

I say we dope him up forever.

I'll stick the needles in myself.

Thanks.

Audrey, how are you?

She's gonna be fine.

Oh, thank God.

Nathan, we need you.

Another person has been killed... heart gone.

It's a trouble.

When isn't it?

That's not all.

Some ghost chasers have come to Haven.

So what? Chase them off.

You know how to deal with outsiders.

Too late. They've hacked into the herald's computers,

and they now know about the heart eater.

They're calling it a rougarou.

But if they chase down their monster,

- they'll find a Troubled person. - Okay, okay.

We've all seen real Bigfoot housewives.

Nobody takes these conspiracy guys seriously.

But these Troubles are real.

And if these darkside Seekers find some evidence...

Then every government agency we know of, and some we don't, will be here,

getting in the way of a deadly trouble.

That's right.

Nathan, you can't do the surgery.

So why don't you and Duke go solve this trouble?

Make sure it doesn't kill anyone else.

That way, they won't have anything else to chase.

Please. Do it for me.

Come on.

How are you really feeling?

Vince... You've known me as three people... Sarah, Lucy, and this.

You know me better than I know myself.

Please, do you know anything about William?

We don't, I swear.

This is uncharted territory for all of us.

William kept saying that we're connected, even more than this gunshot wound.

And when we were up on the hill... I felt it.

There is something there.

And it terrifies me.

Audrey, what is it?

William said that he and I are responsible for The Troubles.

They're here because of us, because of me.

No. I can't believe that.

I don't want to believe it either, but there's a part of me that...

Thinks he might be telling the truth.

- Have you told Nathan? - No.

No.

Her name's jemma Greene... renovates commercial properties,

best friends with our last victim.