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Previously on Haven...

 

When I first showed up to Haven,
I was an FBI agent.

 

I was looking into a case,
and I found out

 

I had not one but two--
two past lives.

 

Tell me about Sarah.

 

You know, you always
come back with a different name.

 

But underneath,
you're always somehow the same.

 

I'm Dr. Callahan.
I'm a psychiatrist.

 

You pushed him away
on purpose.

 

Nathan would never have
stopped trying to save me.

 

Duke.

 

What's going on?

 

Somebody out there
with a tattoo wants to kill me.

 

When someone from our family
kills a cursed person,

 

we kill the curse too.

 

My family's legacy
does not control me.

 

Maybe it's
a Crocker family history.

 

My father wrote this.

 

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

 

You must kill her."

 

Happy Birthday, Dad.

 

Grandpa Crocker.

 

My granddad
was killed by Sarah.

 

Audrey.

 

"Stuart Mosley."

 

Hi.

 

Just can't bring myself
to pull these yet.

 

Well, they still
got fruit on them.

 

Mr. Mosley,
I found your name

 

in, uh,
my grandfather's journal.

 

It was written
on the day that he died.

 

You.

 

What are you doing here?

 

Oh, I hate this town.

 

I swear, if that old geezer
teleported me here, I'm gonna--

 

Of course no service!

 

Hey, buddy,
you getting any service?

 

It's not that kind
of party, pal.

 

What party?
What--what do you mean "party?"

 

Hey, uh...

 

T-this is some kind
of vintage-car club, right?

 

Vintage? This is
a brand-new Ford Fairlane.

 

- What year is this?
- It's 1955.

 

It's the year you should think
about sobering up.

 

Hey, actually,
I think it's the year

 

that I started drinking...
Heavily.

 

Haven 03x09
Sarah

 

¢Ü ain't that a shame

 

¢Ü my tears fell like rain

 

¢Ü ain't that a shame

 

¢Ü you're the one to blame

 

¢Ü you broke my heart

 

¢Ü when you said we'll part

 

¢Ü ain't that a shame

 

- What can I get for you?
- Whatever's strong and cheap.

 

Looks like you
could use it, Tonto.

 

- Huh?
- The hair.

 

Could be worse.
They call me junior.

 

Good to know.

 

No girl is going to go with
a ground-pounding infantry grunt

 

when she could go Navy.

 

Sure. You swabbies
can share housecleaning tips.

 

Hey, hey!
No fighting here!

 

Stop!
Stop fighting!

 

Stop! Stop!

 

That wasn't necessary.

 

Not your problem.

 

Hey, stop it! Stop it!

 

Whoa!

 

Nice save.

 

- You okay?
- Yeah. I think I'm fine.

 

All right, break it up.

 

Break it up.
Show's over.

 

Hey, hey, break it up.

 

- I didn't do anything.
- Sure, pal.

 

I mean, this
is not my fault, okay?

 

You ever feel like
no matter where you go,

 

somehow you always
end up in the same place?

 

Wow.

 

Got any answers
for me yet, kemosabe?

 

Uh...

 

You got no I.D.,
some counterfeit money...

 

And, uh, what--what is this?

 

At the moment,
a paperweight.

 

Well, today's
your lucky day.

 

- It is?
- Junior vouched for you...

 

Said that you, uh,
saved his life.

 

If I were you,
I'd get out of town.

 

Trust me. I'm going to start
working on that right now.

 

Parker.
Par--

 

Uh, Claire told me
I'd find you out here

 

exhibiting avoidance behavior.

 

I'm sure she did.

 

Look...

 

I need to talk to you
about the Colorado Kid.

 

New theory?

 

What happened
to the Haven Herald?

 

Haven Herald?
W-what are you talking about?

 

The local paper--
it's run by Vince and Dave.

 

They're brothers.

 

Vince has been dead
a long time.

 

- Dave killed him.
- When did this happen?

 

About 15 years ago.
Why?

 

Okay. You know
when there's a Haven thing,

 

and because I'm immune
to the troubles,

 

I'm the only one that knows
it's a Haven thing?

 

Yeah.

 

This is a Haven thing.

 

Look, I'm lost,

 

and I just want to get home.

 

But to do that, I need to find
a man named Stuart Mosley.

 

And you could help me
if you did a search

 

with your...

 

Filing cabinet.

 

Great. Thank you.

 

Mosley, Mosley...

 

No Mosley.

 

You wouldn't happen to know
a-a Sarah Vernon, by chance?

 

Worldwide post delivery.

 

Well, they still exist.

 

This is bizarre.

 

I mean, everything in Haven
is pretty much the same,

 

except for Vince and Dave...

 

Unless...

 

You...

 

You and me were--

 

you're with Jordan.

 

Yeah.

 

Good.
Okay, that's--that's good.

 

That's--that's good
for, um, both of you.

 

Worldwide Post.

 

This is--the mailing
instructions have it held

 

for several years until today.

 

- What is it?
- It's addressed to me.

 

It's dated...

 

1955.

 

Someone 60 years ago
knew that you'd be here today?

 

It's from Duke.

 

That's what's different.

 

Duke is trapped in 1955.

 

And it's changing Haven today.

 

We got to bring him back
before it gets worse.

 

Duke's letter says
that Stuart Mosley

 

was the last person he saw.

 

Now let's find Stuart
so he can bring Duke back

 

before he breaks
more butterfly wings.

 

Yeah, that guy in the past,
the sooner the better.

 

I'll circle around back.

 

Stuart Mosley?

 

The season's almost over,
you know?

 

I'm going to have
to pull these soon.

 

I'm wondering if a friend
of mine came to see you.

 

He's tall.
He has long hair.

 

The man from the past.

 

The past?

 

Why, you're almost her.
You're not, of course.

 

She was different, but...

 

Please go. I don't want
to have another episode.

 

Parker, I'm--
I'm thinking that--

 

Oh, my God.

 

Nathan.

 

I knew that man,
like the other one.

 

You have to leave.

 

Bad things happen
when I get upset like this.

 

Hey, I just want to thank you
for bailing me out.

 

I thought I was going to be
in there till the Beatles.

 

- The who?
- Them too.

 

You know, the thing is,
uh, I'm actually looking

 

for an old friend
of mine.

 

And, uh, truth be told,
I'm a little low on funds.

 

This is
a real gold doubloon.

 

My dad gave it to me.

 

I will trade you

 

for whatever you've got
in your wallet right now.

 

I got a kid who loves pirates.
He'll get a kick out of this.

 

All right.

 

Thank you.

 

Got your letter.
Said you'd be here.

 

Mosley's got to be
somewhere in 1955.

 

But before we get him
to send us back,

 

we got to fix whatever you did
to change the future.

 

No, look, I kept
a low profile, okay?

 

- I know the rules.
- The rules?

 

The time-travel rules.

 

So you've done nothing
of consequence

 

- since you've been here?
- Absolutely--

 

Okay, I-I...

 

Mm. I may have saved
one person's life.

 

- The bartender?
- It was instinct.

 

Great.

 

If he was supposed to die,

 

you've screwed up
the natural order.

 

Now, even if we get home,

 

it is a completely
different Haven.

 

Like the gull could
be a frozen yogurt shop,

 

and I could be a total douche?

 

Or it's a completely
different Haven.

 

That was good.

 

I mean, look, junior here
is a good kid and all,

 

but if he's supposed to die,
then he has to die.

 

Those are the rules.

 

- Here you go, guys.
- Thanks, bud.

 

A little old
for a junior, aren't you?

 

Real name's Roy...
Roy Crocker.

 

Any relation?

 

That's my grandfather.

 

You saved
your grandfather's life?

 

Nathan,
I didn't know who he was.

 

And according
to the journal,

 

Sarah was supposed
to kill him today.

 

She wasn't even
in that bar fight.

 

Hell, she's not even
in Haven.

 

You knocked
Roy off his path.

 

I mean, maybe Sarah was supposed
to get to him at the hospital

 

or--or run his ambulance
off the road.

 

We'll never know
how it was supposed to happen.

 

He just seems so...

 

What, harmless?

 

Yeah.

 

Roy's like your father.
He murders the troubled.

 

If he lives,
Dave kills Vince.

 

So what do you
want me to do?

 

You want me to kill
my own grandfather?

 

Oh, my God.

 

And maybe
my trouble ends too.

 

Lucky me.

 

Kill your own
to kill your trouble.

 

No.

 

I can't think of it
like killing him, okay?

 

It's just setting
things right.

 

I mean, he was supposed
to die anyways.

 

In fact, I actually gave him
a little extra time.

 

You sure you can do this?

 

If I do...

 

The future Haven
goes back to normal.

 

Everybody wins.

 

I'm going to find
Stuart Mosley.

 

You said you saw one

 

of the guard
at the police station.

 

Yeah.

 

Mosley's troubled.

 

Maybe the guard
will know where he is.

 

Got the ink.
May as well use it.

 

- What are you doing out here?
- I told you I need your help.

 

You know about PTSD--there's
a vet in there who's troubled.

 

Did anybody see you?
Were you followed?

 

This is weird,
even for you.

 

What's wrong?

 

You're a fugitive
wanted for attempted murder.

 

- You shot the reverend Driscoll?
- This is just getting worse.

 

Look...

 

We're in an alternate reality.

 

We've got a troubled guy
in there.

 

He sent Duke and Nathan
back in time.

 

Whatever they're doing
is screwing up

 

Haven as we know it.

 

Audrey, it's completely normal
to create alternate scenarios

 

when you are grieving.

 

The loss of Nathan--
it was devastating for you.

 

What?
Nathan?

 

He died...protecting
you from the Rev's men?

 

No.
No, he's still alive.

 

I just--I need to talk
to Stuart Mosley.

 

Look, I don't know
about Stuart Mosley,

 

but the Boydens
have lived here for ten years.

 

Look, I am sure
there is a better Haven,

 

but right now in this one,
you are not safe.

 

So we need to get you
out of here now.

 

Here you go.

 

Think I can be
a cop one day like you?

 

Sure. Officer...?

 

Officer Wuornos...

 

Garland Wuornos.

 

Yeah.

 

You'll be
a real good cop too.

 

Thank you, mister.

 

We've got to remember
to get the locks changed

 

on those cell doors.

 

Didn't know the guard
had one of you guys.

 

I need you to do me a favor.
Just keep walking.

 

Thanks for getting me
out of there.

 

I'm looking
for Stuart Mosley.

 

Know where I can find him?

 

He's arriving
on the 1:15 ferry today.

 

Poor guy.

 

- Is he as dangerous as they say?
- I'd keep my distance.

 

Meet me
at the wharf at 1:00.

 

I got somebody for you
to take care of.

 

We've been waiting
for this guy.

 

The troubled guy's
arriving on the 1:15.

 

What's his name?

 

Why do you always
got to know the name?

 

Humor me.

 

The guy's name
is Stuart Mosley.

 

Oh, there's no way
you're killing my ride home.

 

He's an injured war vet.
He's in a wheelchair.

 

But he's dangerous.

 

An injured vet?
No, I'm done.

 

You don't say no, Crocker.

 

You've killed before.

 

This is what your daddy did,
what your daddy's daddy did.

 

You think
you're better than them?

 

Yeah, I do.

 

Crocker.

 

- What are you doing here?
- I'll explain later.

 

Just get out of here.

 

Hey.

 

Did you do it?

 

Kill him?

 

No.

 

Roy is supposed
to murder Stuart.

 

What?

 

But he refused.

 

My grandfather doesn't want
to kill troubled people either.

 

Roy Crocker is a good guy.

 

Who was supposed to die,
remember? Time-travel rules.

 

The timeline
is already screwed.

 

Look, maybe--

 

maybe we can make
the future better.

 

We are not messing
with the time-space continuum

 

so you can work out
your daddy issues.

 

Okay, Nathan, I can convince
Roy to leave Haven.

 

That way,
he never has to meet Sarah,

 

and she doesn't have
to kill him.

 

There he is.

 

Welcome home, son.

 

And he's with Sarah.

 

Even if Stuart
can send us back,

 

we may not have
a Haven to go to

 

if you don't fix things
with Roy.

 

If Sarah's here, Roy may die
whether we want him to or not.

 

I'll follow her,
find out what she knows,

 

maybe get close to Stuart.

 

Watch yourself.

 

She may look like Audrey,
but she's not...

 

And apparently a killer.

 

I think we should talk.

 

Mr. Mosley?

 

Stuart?

 

You don't know me,

 

but I was hoping
you could help me.

 

What the hell
do you think you're doing?

 

Who are you?

 

- I'm a friend.
- Wrong answer.

 

Let me help you
find your way out.

 

Ow! Ah! Ugh!

 

But I...

 

My patient has made more
progress in the last two weeks

 

than he has in a year.

 

He's very fragile, and if you've
done anything to damage him,

 

I swear...

 

I will throttle you.

 

Why are you looking
at me that way?

 

I'm sorry.
You're just--

 

- I'm what?
- Just kind of incredible.

 

Sorry.

 

I'll leave.

 

You can't call
a girl "incredible"

 

and just walk away.

 

Explain yourself.

 

I guess I do have
some explaining to do.

 

I'm just saying--
just think about leaving Haven.

 

Think about never
having to take orders

 

from guys like Hank again.

 

My family's been here
for generations.

 

Look, you've got your
own family now to worry about.

 

You got a wife and kid, right?

 

I send them
every penny I earn

 

so they can live
in a house near Derry.

 

Right. And you think
they're going to be any safer

 

when this guy Hank
comes back at you?

 

Look, you need to get them

 

as far away from here
as possible, all right?

 

Take them to California.

 

I mean, take your kid
to Disneyland.

 

Simon would love that.

 

Need a lot of dough
to get that far.

 

What if I could give you

 

foolproof investment advice?

 

Says the guy who
only carries pirate money?

 

Says the guy
who saved your life twice.

 

Okay. My wife may take
some convincing, though.

 

Hey, convince away.

 

All right!

 

Uh, where's your bathroom?

 

Over there.

 

Good man, good man.

 

Honey...

 

How would you and Simon
like to go to California?

 

This isn't possible.

 

It's exactly
like my journal.

 

So there's going to be
this thing called a microchip.

 

Invest in it.

 

Secondly, don't bet on the Sox
this entire century.

 

Well, the first time
you're in a war zone,

 

they say you either panic,

 

or you just focus
and know what to do.

 

I knew what to do.

 

I was better than
the doctors sometimes.

 

Well, that's
what you do, right?

 

Handle situations...

 

Help people.

 

In a way.

 

I work with the vets in D.C.

 

You don't live in Haven?

 

No.
I just got here.

 

I just came to make
Stuart comfortable.

 

He's a unique case.

 

My supervisor says I'm good
with the strange ones.

 

Well, Haven
is a strange place.

 

You don't need to be afraid
of what you can't explain.

 

Well, that is good advice
in any corner of the world.

 

So you don't--
you don't know anyone here?

 

You don't know any Crocker?

 

You're my first friend.

 

I am?

 

There's something
different about you.

 

You know what I learned
on the front?

 

That things could end
at any minute.

 

You have to take advantage
of the time that you have.

 

Do you believe that?

 

Yeah.

 

So here I am
on this beautiful beach

 

with a handsome guy,

 

and all I can
think of is...

 

We have time.

 

I'm sorry.

 

I should go.

 

Why do I always go
for the shy ones?

 

You know what I found
most, um, distressing...

 

Besides the entries for years
that don't even exist yet?

 

My obituary.

 

"Roy Crocker survived
by his wife and son."

 

This woman Sarah
is supposed to kill me.

 

You see the date?
That's today.

 

Now, listen,
I know about the troubles.

 

So why don't you tell me
who you are

 

and what's going on?

 

I'm from the future.

 

My name is Duke...

 

Crocker.

 

And I'm your grandson.

 

Simon is my father.

 

When the blood of a troubled
person touches our skin,

 

our eyes turn silver...

 

Because killing curses
by killing the troubled

 

is what we are supposed to do.

 

Roy...

 

I'm your grandson.

 

I don't want this power
any more than you do.

 

Roy, you don't have
to die today.

 

We can change our fate.

 

You're right.

 

I can change my fate.

 

Simon can't grow up
without a dad.

 

No.

 

It's the only way.

 

I have to kill Sarah
before she kills me.

 

Roy, don't do this.
Think about the future!

 

Oh, I am thinking
about the future.

 

- Roy found my journal.
- What did you tell him?

 

I told him the truth--

 

that we were from the future
and that I was his grandson.

 

So he thinks you're nuts.

 

No. Worse.

 

He believed me.

 

Nathan, he saw
that Sarah kills him,

 

so he went to kill her first.

 

- If that happens--
- He kills Lucy and Audrey too.

 

Jordan said to ditch the car
to make sure we aren't followed.

 

- Hey, Jordan's helping us?
- Among others, yes.

 

The guard used
to smuggle people into Haven.

 

Now they smuggle people out.

 

The guard is everywhere.

 

It isn't supposed
to be this way.

 

That's what you say.

 

Listen, I'm supposed to say
that you're delusional,

 

but you're Audrey Parker.

 

You see things
the rest of us don't.

 

Thank you.

 

Come on,
this man can help us.

 

Lady slipper orchids...

 

Beautiful and very rare.

 

People thought
they were extinct,

 

but it turns out they were
just dormant,

 

waiting to bloom.

 

I know your platoon

 

disappeared when you were
under heavy fire.

 

You must have thought
that they died or abandoned you.

 

But one year later,
they walked out of the jungle

 

thinking that only seconds
had passed,

 

not knowing the war
was even over.

 

Maybe they were
just dormant too...

 

Waiting until it was safe.

 

Stuart, someone told me

 

you don't need to be afraid
of what you can't explain.

 

Chief Wuornos?

 

Well, I'm not the chief,
not any more.

 

He found out
you were in trouble,

 

and he insisted he help.

 

I don't want you
to worry.

 

We're going to get you
to a nice, safe place, okay?

 

You're willing to risk
your lives even in this Haven?

 

"In this Haven"?

 

Okay, Claire was saying
that you thought

 

we were in the wrong one?

 

- I know it sounds crazy, but--
- Not coming from you.

 

Well, what's this other Haven?
What's it like?

 

Nathan's alive.

 

He's just--he's gone.
He's, um...

 

He's gone?

 

He's fixing
a mistake in the past.

 

Well, let's just hope that
your Haven's the real Haven

 

and that Nathan's alive,

 

because a son should outlive
his father.

 

Wait. How did
you know you were--

 

It's all over your face.
Never mind, let's go.

 

Freeze!

 

You are benefiting
from the fresh air.

 

I don't think you realize
what you're doing--

 

Sarah.

 

What are you doing here?

 

I'm here because
you're not safe.

 

I don't understand.

 

There's a man
coming to kill you.

 

Why would anybody
want to kill me?

 

There are people here
that think you're a threat.

 

It's hard to explain.

 

But I'm from Haven.
I know this place.

 

And in a way, I know you too.
Just look at me.

 

You have the strongest intuition
of anybody I've ever met.

 

And you may not know why,
but you trust me.

 

I do.

 

I trust you.

 

Sarah, you need to run.

 

No, I can't--
I can't leave Stuart.

 

I'll guard him
with my life.

 

Take this.
Go through the basement.

 

There's a man named Duke
waiting for you.

 

He has long hair,
but you can trust him.

 

Just take whatever car
you can and drive.

 

And don't stop driving

 

until you hear a man
named Roy Crocker is dead,

 

do you understand?

 

Yes.

 

That's in case
I never see you again.

 

You will.

 

Sarah, come here.
It's okay.

 

Duke, stop!

 

- Sarah Vernon?
- Oh, you must be Roy.

 

Roy, don't do this.

 

It's nothing personal,
sweetheart--

 

just simple self-preservation.

 

Women's Army Corp.

 

I know
about self-preservation too.

 

I've seen what killing
does to a man.

 

It makes you hollow.

 

Wait. Stop!
Just listen to me.

 

It doesn't have to be like this.
Just put the guns down.

 

I will if she will.

 

We'll do it together.

 

Sarah, no!

 

I know you were trying
to help...

 

But we can't escape our fate.

 

It's in our blood.

 

What if this
is how it always happened?

 

I mean, either way...

 

It all went down exactly
how it was supposed to, right?

 

Except we're
still stuck here.

 

I'm going to go outside
for a minute.

 

I killed that man.

 

I save people.
I don't hurt them.

 

- But I killed that man.
- You didn't have a choice.

 

- He was going to kill you.
- Why?

 

What did I ever do to him?
I just got here.

 

But you knew
it was going to happen.

 

I want answers,
and I want them now.

 

There are these people in Haven.
Some call them cursed.

 

We call them...

 

I call them troubled.

 

I'm one of them...

 

So is Stuart.

 

And you--you can help.

 

You are important...

 

Special.

 

And who are you?

 

I really am...

 

From Haven.

 

I just didn't say when.

 

The longer I stay here,
my Haven is getting worse.

 

I really need your help.

 

His sedation's wearing off.

 

How do I help
someone troubled exactly?

 

You try to reach them,

 

figure out how
their trouble works.

 

And what happened
when he sent you here?

 

He looked scared,

 

like he remembered me from...

 

Now.

 

Which is why you landed
in 1955.

 

You mentioned
his lost platoon.

 

Maybe he sent them to a future
where the war was over...

 

To what he thought
was a better place or time.

 

Maybe he could do
the same for us.

 

But how can I convince him
there even is a future?

 

This is a man
who lives each moment

 

terrified
that he's going to die.

 

Maybe if he knows that
he lives to be an old man,

 

he can visualize that.

 

Oh.

 

If this works,
it's good-bye, isn't it?

 

I belong somewhere else.

 

I don't want
to do this alone.

 

You don't have
to do it alone.

 

Go to the Haven Herald
in town.

 

Look for Vince and Dave Teagues.
They'll be friends.

 

Just, um, don't take
any crap from them.

 

That's not her style.

 

Yeah, I can see that.

 

Audrey, please tell me
this is one of your delusions.

 

I wish I could.

 

Don't take them.

 

Take me.

 

Please.

 

Someone's got
to clean up this town.

 

Stuart...

 

You don't have to be afraid.

 

This is you.

 

You grow to be an old man

 

surrounded
by family and loved ones.

 

Look, see?

 

This is your garden.

 

That's me.
How?

 

Just imagine it.

 

These two men--
they're there with you.

 

And they need your help
to get home.

 

Think of your future.

 

Think of how happy
you'll be.

 

I'm safe.

 

I'm home.

 

Shh.

 

Go.

 

Um, hi.
Excuse me.

 

Why, you are like her.

 

But you're not, of course.

 

She was different.

 

I actually
was just trying to--

 

I was trying to get
back to the highway.

 

Ah. Head west.
You're almost there.

 

Great. Thank you.

 

We tried to make
things better, but...

 

It didn't matter.

 

What happened
was already decided.

 

It was...

 

Fate.

 

Hey, whatever you did,
it was the right thing.

 

I told Sarah
to kill my own grandfather.

 

Sarah?

 

Did you meet her?

 

We were kind of
her first case.

 

She and Stuart--
they helped get us home.

 

What was she like?

 

Was she married?
Did she have, um, a family?

 

She just got to Haven.

 

She was a nurse.

 

She, um...

 

She was alone.

 

Did she mention anything
about having a son?

 

What's going on?

 

I didn't know how
I was going to tell you this,

 

so I'm just gonna--
I'm gonna say it.

 

When I was Sarah,
I had a baby.

 

The Colorado Kid
is my son.

 

Hello, Captain.
I-I made it to Maine.

 

No, I like it here.

 

It's--it's hard to explain,
but I...

 

I think that I could do
a lot of good in Haven.

 

If you're asking me
if you can stay,

 

I think it's
a great idea, Sarah.

 

Thank you, sir.