Haven

Previously on Haven...

Somebody out there with a tattoo

wants to kill me.

You have the opportunity to succeed

where your father so tragically failed.

We're chasing down the troubled.

We're gonna do

what we should have done a long time ago.

Wipe 'em out.

Maybe by shooting the rev, I just made things worse.

I found this for you.

Whose address is this?

Lucy Ripley's.

Thank you.

Excuse me, are you Lucy Ripley?

A man came here.

Do you remember his name?

Simon Crocker.

Whatever is going on in this town,

they think that you're in the middle of it.

What?

Tell me.

You're gonna tell him what he wants to know,

or I will.

Damn it!

You're not gonna believe

what my father had hidden below decks.

Your father is exactly why I'm here.

I think he was looking for me.

"It's up to you to finish my work.

You must kill her."

Why did he want you to kill me?

Bill!

Bill!

Bill, wake up!

Sheila's in danger.

You have to go over there.

This has to be a dream.

There's someone in my house.

Arlo,

you can't be here.

You're dead.

Please, bill, he has a gun.

Hurry!

Arlo?

I'm coming, Sheila.

Arlo,

how can you be here?

No, Sheila.

No lights. He'll see you.

Oh. Okay, honey.

Where is he?

Shh.

Follow me.

I'll keep you safe until bill gets here.

Sheila!

Nice shooting, bill.

Arlo.

What happened?

Payback.

For screwing my wife.

Audrey.

Hey, Duke.

Can I talk to you?

Actually, I'm busy. Can we just do this later?

No.

I don't think we can.

I need you to know that

I'm not on some kind of mission for my dad.

I didn't like him when he was alive,

and I'm certainly not gonna kill anyone for him

now that he is dead.

Especially not you.

It's good.

I can check that off my list.

I don't wanna joke about this.

Listen.

We'll figure it out,

right?

Right.

Well...

You're a welcome sight.

What's knittin', kitten?

That you?

That was the biggest fish I ever caught,

but that was a long time ago.

In fact, that salmon held a--

And that's you too, right?

Well, I don't recall exactly, but--

No more lies!

All this time,

I've been searching for my identity,

and you knew who I was?

Why didn't you tell me?

I'm sorry.

Vince.

She knows.

What's the point now?

Why are you lying to me?

We were waiting until you...

What? Ready?

I'm ready now.

So talk.

Who am I?

You were Lucy.

Before that, Sarah.

Before that,

we're not sure.

There's a lot we don't understand.

Like where you go in between the troubles.

How you always look the same.

But...

You have a new person's memory each time you return.

The only thing that's the same

is that you always help the troubled when you do.

Who is agent Howard?

Great.

That's great.

Yeah, go ahead.

It was Sarah's.

The woman in the photo.

Why do you have it?

She was a...

Friend.

It belongs to you now.

Damn it.

All right, this conversation is not over.

You told her too much.

She needs my help.

And you're not getting in my way this time.

Very impressive, Duke.

Like what you've done with my place.

Dad?

You're dead.

We start at 9:00 A.M.

in the Haven P.D.

Where were you?

Who's the vic?

Sheila McMartin.

A neighbor woke her up with three shots to the chest.

He admits to the shooting.

He's in some kind of shock.

He keeps repeating,

"Arlo made me do it."

So?

That's where it gets interesting.

Arlo was Sheila's husband.

So an angry ex?

Try dead husband.

That's a lame stab at an insanity defense.

So what's the interesting part?

Neighbors.

They heard the shots

and saw Arlo leaving the house.

Okay, so if he faked his death,

then there's got to be some kind of digital trail.

Email, phone calls, bank accounts--

They all leave a record.

We should have dinner.

Together.

Dinner.

Sure.

Tomorrow night?

We can talk about Lucy and...

Everything.

Uh, how about I--

how about I make pancakes?

Are we talking dinner or--or...

breakfast?

Damn.

I really hoped I'd walked back in here

to see that you'd disappeared.

You're taking this well.

Yes, I am.

You see,

I'm pretty sure that

you're the result of the brownies

that this girl gave me last night.

God, what was her name?

Tall, Dutch girl?

You're not imagining this.

Says the dead guy I last saw 27 years ago.

But sure.

Okay, let's go with it.

Let's say you're real.

How are you?

How you been?

Why are you back?

I don't know.

Let me take a guess.

You're gonna disappear for a few days,

and I won't have any idea why.

And then you'll show back up

bloody and beaten up,

and expect me to nurse you back to health.

Look.

I know I was a crap father

and worse husband.

Check and check.

You know,