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(kiyeon0330.blog.me)

 

Previously on Haven...
I thought Tommy was the bolt gun killer.

 

The real Tommy was murdered
and skinned several weeks ago.

 

The killer assumed his identity.

 

He's been with us the entire
time, and I bet he still is.

 

One of us could be
the skinwalker.

 

- The Colorado Kid
is James Cogan.

 

I can protect your baby.

 

- James Cogan is...
He's my son?

 

What?

 

The Colorado Kid got married.
Wife's name was Arla.

 

But stop talking
about this barn situation

 

like it's a done deal.
It's not!

 

- If I go into that barn when
the Hunter meteor storm

 

hits Haven,
the troubles disappear.

 

- I'm not letting Audrey
go anywhere, Duke.

 

You only have a few days left before
you go and we should talk about that.

 

- If I can catch the skinwalker,
then maybe he can tell me

 

about the barn,
and the Colorado Kid, and...

 

And me.

 

And then maybe I don't
have to go away.

 

Audrey, hush.

 

It said, "hush."

 

- Hush, sweetie.
How bad can it be?

 

What I mean is...

 

What gave me away?

 

- You killed her.
You killed Claire.

 

- She was a fighter.
I can see why you two got along.

 

- When?
- A few days ago.

 

- We were still
working together then.

 

How did...

 

- She taped all
of your sessions.

 

She kept excellent notes.

 

I wish everyone made it
that easy.

 

You're a monster.

 

No... I'm the victim.

 

Who are you?

 

- It took me a long time to
believe that you don't remember

 

who you are,
what you did when you were Lucy.

 

I don't remember any of it.

 

So tell me.

 

Tell me, what do you want with
the barn, the Colorado Kid?

 

What do you want with my son?

 

- Your son knows how to stop
the troubles.

 

What?

 

Parker?

 

Parker!

 

Hey, what happened?

 

The skinwalker.

 

It's wearing Claire...
And has been for days.

 

- Audrey, how come it didn't
kill you when it had the chance?

 

Nathan...

 

It's me.

 

You feel me, right?

 

I think that it wants
to keep me alive.

 

Something about the barn.
I don't... I don't know.

 

She said that my son
knew the answers.

 

That he could stop the troubles.
- How?

 

I don't know.

 

- Then we'll find him.
- I'm out of time.

 

No, you're not.

 

The skinwalker's gonna have
to lose Claire's skin now

 

in order to stay hidden.

 

We just have to figure out
who it's gonna be wearing next.

 

Yeah.

 

- Poor kid must've got caught
when the bleachers retracted.

 

Snagged his dad's wallet
to buy beer or something.

 

Paul Sullivan.

 

He was in
my graduating class.

 

- You mean his dad was.
- No, I mean that is Paul.

 

He should be my age,

 

but that's exactly what Paul
looked like at 17.

 

- Is he troubled?
- I don't know.

 

But my gut says yes.

 

- Wait, is this
your class reunion?

 

- Yeah.
- Whoa, whoa, folks, folks.

 

Can't come this way.
- Oh, no. -

 

- Are these some
of your classmates?

 

Mean girl, class dork,

 

prom queen, although it looks
like she's gained a few pounds.

 

Haven high's own little
breakfast club.

 

Nathan!

 

It's been ages!
- Wow.

 

This is, uh, Denise,
and Robbie...

 

- I go by Robert now.
Yeah.

 

- Robert.
- Mm-hmm.

 

- Jeanine.
- Hi.

 

Detective Audrey Parker.

 

- Hi.
- Hello.

 

Hi.

 

- Can you believe this
is the same Robbie?

 

And he's a millionaire!

 

I'm a motivational speaker.

 

Perhaps you've seen my infomercials.
- You would not believe what a dork

 

this guy was in high school.
- Denise!

 

Like he doesn't know!

 

- The past always informs us,
but it never controls us.

 

Hm.

 

That's one of mine.

 

- Um, do you know, is Paul Sullivan back in
town? - Yeah, we all had dinner last night.

 

- And I almost punched him in
the head for how he treated you.

 

What happened?

 

- Jeanine was acting like they
were gonna hook up or something.

 

I mean, really?
Like that would happen.

 

- Well, I wasn't really...
What is going on?

 

We have to set up
for the dance tonight.

 

There's been an accident.

 

Wuornos.

 

We'll be right there.

 

We have to go back
to the station.

 

Um, really nice to see you.
- Nice to see you.

 

- Are you just trying to get out
of your reunion?

 

- Nope.
It's about the skinwalker.

 

- We got you together because
you're the only people

 

we know we can trust.

 

- When we discovered the skinwalker
was stealing parts of women's faces,

 

we started a computer program
to piece together

 

what it would look like
if the parts were assembled.

 

Now that we just got the final
I.D. Of the woman

 

buried near the cannery...
- We can finally get a picture

 

of who the skinwalker's
been building.

 

Excuse me.

 

Um... why isn't Claire here
for this?

 

Claire...

 

Claire's dead.

 

The skinwalker took her.

 

- We've gotta get
that son of a bitch.

 

We will.

 

And it's gonna pay.

 

Program's almost finished.

 

That's impossible.

 

Arla Cogan?
- Who?

 

No, it can't be.

 

- When Duke and I were
in Colorado,

 

we found out
that James Cogan was married.

 

- The skinwalker's building
your son's wife.

 

¢Ü

 

Why would the skinwalker want
to look like James Cogan's wife?

 

Maybe it always was her.

 

After James died, nobody in
Colorado ever saw Arla again.

 

- Maybe she came to Haven
with James, and never left.

 

- We'll go through the archives.
- Yeah.

 

See if there were any women
skinned 27 years ago.

 

- See if some of your business
connections might know something.

 

Yeah, they just might.

 

Let me spread the word.

 

- The skinwalker
has the answers,

 

so we need
to find her before...

 

- Before I disappear
for 27 years.

 

Well, this will be
a mighty cold case by then,

 

so we'd better wrap it up.

 

And, please...

 

We've seen what she's capable
of doing, so just...

 

Be careful.

 

¢Ü

 

- Here's the last case.
I'll be back later.

 

Got some stuff
I gotta take care of.

 

- Duke!
There you are.

 

It's Jeanine.

 

I'm sorry, I, uh...

 

- Come on, it hasn't been
that long, has it?

 

- Jeanine!
- Yes!

 

- Right, the... the... the reunion.
- Yeah!

 

- I'm sorry.
How... how are you?

 

It's been a long time.

 

- I'm doing good.
I like your place.

 

Do you run it with your wife?

 

- No, no.
No wife for me.

 

Really?

 

The way all those girls
used to chase you.

 

If I remember correctly,

 

I think I caught you
once or twice.

 

- Yeah, those were
crazy times back then.

 

- That's the good thing
about reunions.

 

It's a chance to make
some new memories.

 

- But the old ones
were so nice.

 

- Excuse me.
- Yeah.

 

Yeah?

 

Hello, Duke.

 

You know who I am?
- Arla.

 

Can we talk privately?

 

- Duke, aren't you gonna
introduce us?

 

- No.
Jeanine, drinks are on me.

 

It was nice to see you.

 

- There's an awful lot
of people in here.

 

And you know
what I'm capable of.

 

So I suggest you hear me out.

 

- Can I get you something
stronger than that?

 

No.

 

Duke's a jerk,
and I have no intention

 

of further supporting
his crummy establishment.

 

Wow.

 

Huh.

 

So, Arla...

 

What do you want?

 

- Oh, you know,
what everyone else wants.

 

Love, life,
pursuit of happiness.

 

And Audrey?

 

I want her to find the barn.
- Why?

 

- The same reason
you should want her to.

 

So we can all go back
to being normal.

 

Yeah, but...

 

It's gonna be a much longer
journey back for some of us.

 

- I didn't ask for this,
Crocker,

 

any more than you asked
for your family legacy.

 

But together,
we can make it stop.

 

- By trapping my friend in some
kind of supernatural building

 

for the next 27 years?

 

- Yes, I know how
you feel about Audrey.

 

I was Claire, remember?

 

You know what?

 

She loves Nathan.

 

You really want
to spend the rest of your life

 

killing troubled people, hmm?

 

Wondering which guard has
that tattoo you see

 

just before you die?

 

And all for a woman
you can never have.

 

You're not wearing Claire.

 

So you're not allowed
to shrink me.

 

- Audrey going back in the barn
is just a part of the cycle.

 

Hey, like Lucy and Sarah
and who knows how many others.

 

But they all go back
in the barn.

 

- So then why are you
so worried that Audrey won't?

 

You and Nathan.

 

You're thinking about
stopping her, right?

 

It's the way
that it has to be.

 

And deep down,
you know that that's true.

 

What exactly
do you want from me?

 

Aha!

 

The day after
the Colorado Kid died,

 

a young woman went missing.

 

A few months later,
body was found

 

not far from
our old fishing shack.

 

- Where we found Tommy.
- The coroner's report stated

 

that the woman's body
was badly scalded,

 

or maybe burned by chemicals.

 

- That's why Tommy said he liked the place.
Sorry he had to burn it down.

 

- But that was Arla talking
to us then, not Tommy.

 

She was in Haven before,

 

and our shack was where
she skinned her first victim.

 

Mm.

 

You talk to The Guard?

 

I just left Kirk.

 

- I didn't think
you two spoke anymore.

 

We don't.

 

He told me they were keeping
a close eye on Audrey.

 

They're also following around
Nathan and Duke

 

in case they decide
to interfere.

 

- With Audrey going
into the barn?

 

What's The Guard gonna do?

 

Huh, and people say
we're tight-lipped.

 

- If The Guard's worried about
Nathan and Duke, maybe Arla is.

 

Maybe she's keeping tabs
on them too.

 

So?

 

- Maybe that's how
we find her.

 

- Parker, meet me
at the high school.

 

There's been another murder.

 

First Paul, now Denise.

 

Both transformed back
into teenagers.

 

Both dead.

 

- So what?
Somebody's trouble is turning

 

their classmates back
into high schoolers?

 

Some twisted way of returning
to a happier time?

 

Or an unhappier time.

 

It's not the transformation
that's killing them.

 

They're being murdered.

 

- Okay, so it's
some kind of revenge.

 

- You remember high school.
Sorry.

 

- I'll have you know Audrey
Parker was pretty popular.

 

At least that's how
I remember it.

 

- Why don't you let me
take this?

 

You got a lot of things
to worry about.

 

- Listen, we have everybody
we know out there looking

 

for the skinwalker, all right?

 

If somebody's going after
your classmates,

 

that means that you and Duke
could be in danger.

 

We need to figure out
who's doing this.

 

Besides, if I only have
a day left...

 

I'd rather spend it with you.

 

Okay.

 

Denise and Paul?

 

It's terrible!

 

Jeanine, um, Robert...

 

Have you ever heard
of the troubles?

 

- Troub...
Well, that's nonsense.

 

- My parents told me those were
just stories to scare kids.

 

- Did either of you
stay in touch

 

with Paul and Denise
after school?

 

No.

 

- You know anyone
from our class

 

who had a problem
with them back then?

 

- Well, they weren't
exactly saints.

 

- Yeah, a lot of kids
spent their lunch hour

 

stuffed in lockers,
courtesy of Paul.

 

And Denise, well...

 

She was obviously playing out

 

some very deeply held
insecurities, so...

 

But it was all so long ago.

 

- Well, you can't have
a better tomorrow

 

thinking only about yesterday.

 

We have to cancel the dance.

 

No.

 

Paul and Denise would've wanted
the reunion to go on.

 

Like you said,
we can't just think

 

about yesterday, huh?

 

Okay.

 

- We're taking
a big chance here.

 

- If the killer's going
after old classmates,

 

where better than the dance?

 

All those potential victims
in one place.

 

What the hell?

 

The whole class is here,

 

but I still don't see
anything suspicious.

 

Aww.

 

You president
of the a.V. Club?

 

I was a... a geek.

 

The best ones are.

 

- Look at me!
Will you look at me?

 

Okay, just calm down, kid.

 

It's okay.
What... what happened?

 

- Duke?
- Yeah.

 

Duke?

 

- It's me.
I mean, on the inside, it's me.

 

- Wha...
What happened?

 

- I went to check something
down at the dock

 

and then someone slammed me
in the back of the head.

 

Next thing I know, I woke up in
the water looking like this.

 

Did you see who hit you?

 

- No.
But they left a calling card.

 

A snake in a locker.

 

- Didn't you steal a snake from biology
class and stick it in someone's locker?

 

Man, that was never proved.

 

- That's not the point. This could help
us with a suspect. Whose locker was it?

 

Look, I never knew!

 

It was just the only one without
a lock on it.

 

Look, what kind of trouble
is this?

 

- Whoever did this transformed
Paul and Denise too.

 

Denise, huh?

 

Yeah, she was really hot
back then.

 

- Transformed them back
into teenagers

 

and then murdered them.

 

So far,
you're our only survivor.

 

- It's gotta be somebody
reliving those days.

 

Trying to make sure that
other people relive them too.

 

- Okay, then, I'm laying
my odds on Jeanine.

 

I saw her,
and that chick

 

definitely peaked
in high school.

 

- Hey, Dwight.
Thanks for meeting me.

 

I talked to The Guard.

 

Apparently Arla came to them 27 years
ago, the day the barn disappeared.

 

She wanted their help and was
furious when they sent her away.

 

- What did she want them to do?
- To bring the barn back.

 

- Did she say why?
- No.

 

But once it goes...
- It's gone for 27 years.

 

Nathan told me
that you don't exactly

 

have the best relationship
with The Guard.

 

Not anymore.

 

What happened?

 

- When my trouble manifested,
The Guard brought me here.

 

They helped me.

 

I thought I owed them,
and they took advantage of that.

 

- Did you relocate
troubled people?

 

- Until I found out The Guard
relocates some people

 

whether they like it or not.

 

I tried to get out
and I lost my daughter.

 

- The Guard killed
your daughter?

 

They might as well have.

 

Audrey...

 

When the barn comes,
are you gonna go inside?

 

I don't want to.

 

I've seen the troubles destroy
so many people's lives

 

that if me going in stops it
for 27 years...

 

- That's a horrible choice
to have to make.

 

Yeah.

 

- Jeanine, I was there
when Denise made fun of you.

 

Paul rejected you at dinner.

 

Duke said you came to the gull,
all three of them

 

were transformed back
into teenagers

 

while you were angry
with them.

 

- It wasn't me.
I swear.

 

I never could have done that.

 

- Jeanine, the troubles
aren't just stories.

 

I know they're not.

 

I just said that
so you wouldn't know.

 

You're troubled.

 

- But I can't do
what you're talking about.

 

I almost wish I could.

 

Maybe it would be better.

 

What's your trouble?

 

- Cake.
- Excuse me?

 

- It started
right after college,

 

and all my friends
started getting married,

 

and I wanted to be happy for
them, but I was just jealous.

 

Then at my best friend's
wedding, she was standing there

 

and so happy and cutting
big slices out of her

 

big, beautiful, fairytale
wedding cake,

 

and I just wanted so badly
for that to be my cake.

 

What happened?

 

My trouble kicked in.

 

And ever since that day, any
food I touch turns into cake.

 

It doesn't matter what it is...
Steak, cheese, celery...

 

By the time it reaches my mouth,
it is delicious cake.

 

Why do you think I look
like this now?

 

Three years, nothing but cake.

 

You believe me, right?

 

I do.

 

Yeah.

 

It's okay.
- Okay.

 

Thank you.

 

- Dude!
- What?

 

- What'd she say?
- I... it's not Jeanine, okay?

 

A person can only have
one trouble

 

and hers is... it's crazy enough,
it has to be true.

 

Parker is still
interviewing people.

 

Maybe she'll have better luck.
- No, no, no.

 

I'm gonna be
like this forever.

 

Audrey's gonna disappear
any second now

 

and you're never gonna
solve this without her.

 

Who gets a do-over?

 

You've got your whole life
laid out in front of you again.

 

Kind of wish
it had happened to me.

 

You're nuts.

 

Although in 27 years,
you'd still be young-ish.

 

- I'd get another chance
with her.

 

Ah.

 

Payback's a bitch, huh?

 

I'm not telling you anything.

 

Yeah, that's what we said

 

when you had us tied up
and helpless.

 

- Why'd you even
bring me here?

 

I would have thought
you'd be so excited

 

to present me
to your precious Audrey.

 

"Look what we did.
Can we be friends?"

 

Plenty of time for that.

 

- You gonna slap me around
a little bit?

 

Believe me,
I've been through worse.

 

- We just want to know why
you're looking for the barn.

 

- What do you want
with Audrey?

 

- You told Tommy
that Audrey was the only one

 

who could find the barn.

 

Well, when she does, I'll be
standing right beside her.

 

It won't do you any good.

 

You can't stop the troubles.
Only Audrey can.

 

- You and I both know
there's another way.

 

Another way?

 

- You tell me about this other
way, I'll let you go.

 

¢Ü

 

- These people look
so very old.

 

Shut up.

 

Duke?

 

Uh, junior.

 

Oh, should've known.

 

God help us if he turns out
like his father.

 

Come on, let's go talk
to this dj

 

about this lame music
he's playing.

 

- You know, I'm not really
into older women.

 

- I don't know,
it seems pretty quiet.

 

I hope we didn't misplay this.

 

The killer's here somewhere.

 

I remember this song.

 

Dance with me.

 

I'm not much of a dancer.

 

It's tough when
you can't feel your feet.

 

- Why do I always go
for the shy ones?

 

- So what were you like
in high school?

 

I was, uh...

 

Kind of an outsider.

 

Yeah?

 

And I thought
all your classmates liked you.

 

Robert and Jeanine...
You guys weren't all friends?

 

- Jeanine wouldn't even have
given me the time of day.

 

Robbie... standing next
to the guy

 

was an invitation
to be bullied.

 

- Well, he acts like none of it
even affected him.

 

It did back then.

 

- If Jeanine was the one
who would most want to come back

 

to high school, if the trouble
was about revenge...

 

The killer was bullied.

 

Yeah.

 

And his trouble
turns his bullies

 

back into the teenagers
that hurt him.

 

- And he hurts them back.
- Yeah.

 

- Grab Duke.
We gotta find Robbie.

 

We gotta go.

 

Oh! Okay.

 

Who wants to fire one up?
- Ooh.

 

I got a prescription.

 

Looks like we're going to the boiler room.
Oh.

 

- Okay, that always gives me
the munchies,

 

but, uh, what's a couple
extra hours in the gym?

 

The gym!

 

Now I remember you.

 

You're that guy
that Paul razzed that time.

 

- Paul told you Denise wanted to meet
you under the gym bleachers at lunch.

 

Custodian found you
still there the next morning.

 

- Yeah, I missed three classes,
and my parents

 

thought I'd been kidnapped.
- Oh!

 

- And I got detention
for a month.

 

- Can't believe you waited there
all night!

 

I mean, thinking Denise
would show?

 

- I got locked in. - I can't believe
you thought she actually liked you.

 

I said I got locked in.

 

What a loser he was.

 

You're not that kid anymore.

 

You're not Robbie.

 

- I forgot how gross
it is in here.

 

- Mm, that's because we were
too busy making out

 

for you to notice.
- Mm-hmm.

 

Somebody locked us in here.

 

Oh, we are so busted!

 

Our parents
are gonna be pissed.

 

- Is something wrong
with the boiler?

 

Chaz?

 

Hey!

 

Stop! Police!

 

- It's Robbie.
That kid is toast.

 

Hey!

 

- Sounds like the boiler's
gonna blow.

 

Get back.

 

- Police!
Everybody out, now!

 

Robbie?

 

Is that you?
- Robbie.

 

I know that they hurt you
but that doesn't mean

 

they deserve to die.

 

- You have no idea
what it was like!

 

I bet you were pretty,
like them.

 

I guess we'll never know.

 

Robert, listen,
I want to help you.

 

- I'm not Robert!
I'm Robbie.

 

Hang on, Robbie.

 

The paramedics are on their way.

 

- We searched the building.
No sign of Arla.

 

- Uh, what happened? Oh, my God.
What happened?

 

I was... I was in the hallway
with Becka and Chaz.

 

- You don't remember
being Robbie?

 

- Coming back,
seeing everyone,

 

must have stirred up
a lot of bad memories.

 

And your trouble...

 

Transformed you back
into your teenage self

 

so you could hurt
the people who hurt you.

 

Paul, Denise, Duke.

 

- I didn't even know
it was Robbie's locker

 

I put the snake in.

 

I thought it was yours.

 

- But how could I do all this
without knowing?

 

- I think that your trouble
just made you

 

into a completely
different person.

 

- I didn't know
I had troubles.

 

Now...

 

Now people are dead
and it's all my fault.

 

No.

 

We were all so mean back then.

 

I didn't realize
until I was on the other side.

 

You were never mean to me.

 

But I figured
you didn't know I existed.

 

- You wore a backpack
with a green day patch.

 

Always had a crystal Pepsi
with your lunch.

 

I thought you were cool.

 

I really wish I'd told you.

 

You're telling me now.

 

- Yeah...
Like it matters anymore.

 

- I always thought that you were
the prettiest girl in our class.

 

I still do.

 

Thank God.

 

Everything okay?

 

Yeah, all clear upstairs.

 

Down here too.

 

- Dwight's taking Jeanine
and Robert someplace safe.

 

- Being together and finally
being able to accept each other

 

for who they really are?

 

I think that should help Robbie
from appearing again.

 

Well, here's to that.

 

And to being able
to legally drink again.

 

You were cute as a teenager.

 

Yes, I was.

 

Meteor storm starts soon.

 

For a second there,
I didn't know

 

if I was gonna live
to see it.

 

Arla saved you from Robbie.

 

She didn't kill you when
you discovered she was Claire.

 

- Well, the barn will be here
in a few hours.

 

Then maybe we can figure out
what Arla really wants.

 

I'm gonna go up.

 

What are you doing?

 

- What I want to do
is stay here with you.

 

I'm gonna fix this.

 

I'm not gonna let this
be our last night.

 

I'm not giving up.

 

When that barn appears,
we need to be there.

 

So we'll go back
to the station.

 

We'll put together
search parties.

 

Contact the coast guard,
maybe they'll let us use

 

their satellite surveillance.

 

- It just so happens
I know a guy.

 

Figured you might.

 

- It's good to know that my guys
have my back.

 

Hey.

 

You need rest, but...

 

We're gonna find that barn
before it finds you.

 

Good night.

 

Night.

 

- I'm gonna have Manny stay here
and watch the apartment.

 

You trust him?

 

Yeah, he's okay.

 

- I'm gonna assume because
they didn't card you at the door

 

that everything went okay
with Robert and Jeanine.

 

- Not here about that.
I'm here about Audrey.

 

- Audrey, why?
- When I met with Kirk earlier,

 

he told me The Guard wants
Audrey in the barn tomorrow.

 

To make sure that happens.

 

I know what The Guard wants.

 

Audrey is going in that barn
over my dead body.

 

I told them as much.

 

Be careful, Nathan.

 

What did he want?

 

I'm not sure.

 

- Call for help
and people start dying.

 

- Should I just get
another set of keys made?

 

Don't worry.

 

This is probably
my last visit.

 

Wow.

 

It's really you.

 

James's wife.

 

In the flesh.

 

As close as I could get.

 

- Was it really worth killing
all those women

 

to make that face?

 

- When James comes out
of that barn,

 

I want to look like
the woman he loved.

 

That he still loves.

 

- Why do you think
James is in the barn?

 

- Because that's where
Lucy brought him.

 

After James was murdered,

 

Lucy said she'd bring both of us
into the barn with her.

 

She said once we were in there
the restorative properties

 

that kept her alive,

 

that kept you alive,

 

would bring James back.

 

- You were in the barn
27 years ago?

 

- Before the barn arrived,
my trouble kicked in.

 

I was in my hotel,

 

and my skin...

 

It just started to slide off,

 

strip by strip,

 

until there was nothing left.

 

I was just a raw,
oozing thing.

 

- And so you killed
an innocent young woman

 

so you could steal
her skin to wear.

 

It was just instinct.

 

Besides, I didn't
have a choice.

 

I couldn't let James
see me like that.

 

But Lucy?

 

Lucy didn't understand.

 

So she tricked me.

 

She brought James
to the barn alone.

 

And by the time I got there
I couldn't get in.

 

I banged on the door.
I pounded, I begged!

 

The barn just disappeared.

 

So Lucy left you behind?

 

None of that matters.

 

Because the storm
is almost here.

 

It's time for you
to return James to me.

 

- I'm not gonna help you
find that barn.

 

Then help yourself.

 

You don't wanna go away again,
right?

 

You want to stay here
in Haven with Nathan.

 

You can't make that happen.

 

But James can.

 

Before he died he said
that he and Lucy

 

found a way to save her
from the barn

 

and still end the troubles.

 

And not just
for the next 27 years.

 

End them for good.

 

No, you're lying.

 

Think about it, Audrey.

 

Nathan will be able
to feel again.

 

And Duke could be set free
from his legacy.

 

You take me to James
and you won't ever have to worry

 

about going away again.

 

- What makes you think,
after everything you've done,

 

that I'm gonna
let you near my son?

 

Because if you don't,

 

you and everyone you love...

 

Will die.

 

- Where do you want to go,
James?