Haven s05e09 Episode Script

Previously on "Haven" - Why am I here, Duke? When you used that Trouble on me, why didn't you just put Audrey back in control? - It was an accident.
- You split us because you wanted Audrey, but, subconsciously, you wanted me around, too.
- Have you heard of the Troubles, Mr.
Brody? Were you aware that if your father died, you would inherit his popularity? - Oh, Chris, we love you.
- That is a nasty infection on your leg.
So we're gonna take a small biopsy and send it off for analysis.
- We need to steal that biopsy.
If we just walk away, the secrets we worked our whole life to protect will be revealed.
- Better take this for evidence.
Here's to Haven.
Its sec-net's safe for another day.
- The CDC.
Oh, no.
- Vince Teagues? Dr.
Charlotte Cross, Centers for Disease Control.
I'm looking for your brother, Dave.
- Is everything okay? - That's what I'm hoping to find out.
Chris.
Ahem.
Dave Teagues here.
Listen I could really use your help with something.
- So you're all Audrey? - Yep.
- And Mara is all Mara.
She's locked up in the hold of Duke's boat.
- That's music to my ears.
She give us anything? - She helped us with the Trouble last week.
She knew how it worked since she created it in the first place.
- Nothing since? - We haven't had a Trouble.
It's been quiet while you were gone.
- Nathan finally went and bought some new socks.
- Uh-huh, yeah.
- Listen, I am going to go get some refills, all right? - Mm-hmm.
- Another hour and we can spike them.
- I should leave town more often.
- I'm sorry about your sister.
- Yeah.
Crazy guy came in the ER, guns blazing, and, uh, her Trouble kicked in.
- To your sister.
- And more quiet days in Haven.
- Excuse me.
Chief Hendrickson? Dr.
Charlotte cross with the Centers for Disease Control.
They told me I'd find you here.
Can I have a moment alone? I've come to officially request police help in locating a man named David Teagues.
Do you know him? - Can I ask why you need to see Dave? - A biopsy from his leg crossed my microscope.
What I saw was virulent and new to science.
It warrants follow up.
- If Dave were sick, I'd have heard about it.
We're a small town.
- If he's not sick, it won't be a problem.
Won't know until I examine him.
- Okay, well, join me back at the station.
I'll find Dave for you.
- Thank you, Chief Hendrickson.
- Please, call me Dwight.
- Scientists looking around Haven? That's our worst nightmare.
We got so focused on thinnies and aether, we forget about the threat of the real world finding out about the Troubles.
- Duke's on.
Hey, Duke.
- If this government doc finds out about the Troubles, we're all gonna end up in cages like lab rats.
- We want to make sure Man's locked up tight.
You need reinforcements? - Look, Mara's not going anywhere.
But you better get this CDC lady out of Haven before she gets a whiff of the Troubles.
- Agreed.
I put her in my office so she wouldn't wander around.
- Look, Gloria's with Pete Palak.
I asked him to call in.
- Who's Pete Palak? - Haven's epidemiologist.
Maine Department of Health wants to know how people die, and Pete cooks up official statistics to hide the Troubles.
Good guy to stonewall the CDC.
- How come I've never met him? He likes numbers more than people.
Gloria? Pete? - Hi there.
- She already came to see me, Dr.
Cross from the CDC.
Have I seen any early signs of an outbreak from Dave Teagues' lag? I haven't, but then she starts digging into my data, questioning me about the barbecue accidents, the gas leaks, all of my cover stories for the Troubles! - Yeah, okay, calm down, Pete.
Have a drink of water, okay? - Did she find anything? - Well, no, I mean, Pete's been doing this a long time.
You know how smart he is-- That's formaldehyde, use the tap-- About medical statistics.
Look, the folks in Haven have been working for centuries to hide their Troubles.
We can't blow it now.
Just give her what she wants and get her out of here.
Okay, you know, I got to go before Pete hurts himself.
- Vince said Dave got that wound in his leg when he fell in that hole in the cave.
- Revealing an inter-dimensional injury to the CDC? Yeah, not a great idea.
- All right, then what should we do? - All units, we got a 507 on Wharf Road.
Caller said it's "disturbing," no further details.
- Show me and Parker responding.
Disturbing public nuisance? Could be nothing.
Could be a Trouble.
- Any Trouble is a bad Trouble today.
- So what about Dave? - As far as Dave, I may have a plan.
Buddy of mine sails for Caracas tonight.
Figured if Dave's in Venezuela-- - Dr.
Cross has no reason to stay in Haven.
I like it.
You work the boat.
I'll find Dave.
- So, the Frenchman says, "Papillon.
" And then they all look at the German, and the German says, "What is wrong with Schmetterling?" Dude, that's hilarious.
- Dave, we got to move now.
- Why? What's up? - David Teagues? - Yes? - I'm with the CDC.
I need to speak with you in private.
Thanks for finding him so fast.
- Sure thing.
- So hou'd you get this? - Musselling.
Yeah.
Jellyfish stung me.
- Jellyfish.
Boy, did it hurt.
Had an expert check it out last time he was in Haven and he told me it wouldn't kill me.
- An expert in what? - Jellies.
Our town has a world-class marine biologist - You showed it to Chris Brody.
Mm, smart.
- Say, Chief, last time we had a shark sighting, you Skyped Dr.
Brody.
Maybe you could get in touch with him for Dr.
Cross to talk to.
- That won't be necessary.
- That's a good idea.
- Yeah.
- So, how long have you been an epidemiologist? - Feels like my whole life.
- Hey, Chief.
- Chris.
- You got another shark? - So good to sea you, man.
- Hey, Chris.
- Yeah, but-- but listen, we have a person from the CDC here who wants to ask you about the jellyfish wound on Dave's leg.
- Dr.
Cross, epidemiology section, and in general, a big fan of blue ayes like yours.
- Yeah, I've seen six other cases like Dave's.
It's a toxin from a rare cyanea species.
No long-term morbidity.
Just the wound, which is not unlike rhus dermatitis.
- Rhus dermatitis? I think I have just the thing.
Um, I-- I'll-- Just follow me.
- How'd you do that? - Ah, Dave gave me the heads up, so I read her CV and her scientific papers.
I found one relative weakness in her knowledge.
Invertebrates.
- Smart.
Aim a lie at ignorance.
- Yeah, smart to have a charm Trouble when you lie.
But listen, this lady is not ignorant about much else.
She's brilliant and she won't miss a beat.
You got to get her out of Raven stat, do you hear me? - Totally, totally.
So so, Chris, when are you coming back to Haven, man? - I'm hanging up now.
- No, but wait, I got a brand new crossbow! Charm Trouble.
Gets me every time.
- I gave Mr.
Teagues a sample of medication for him to try.
I tried calling in a full script, but apparently your pharmacist has some sort of acute staph infection.
- Uh, there's a pharmacy two towns over.
I can--I can drive you there.
- No, that won't be necessary.
I'll give Dave a call tomorrow.
See if the medication's even working.
- You're staying? I, uh, I thought you'd have to go fight some deadly diseases in the far corners of the world.
- Yeah, that's the thing.
You spend your life trying to prevent disaster, it's hard to give yourself a break.
So, I'm self-prescribing a day of rest.
Got myself a little B&B for the night.
First stop, lobster.
- Hmm.
I know just the place.
If you don't mind some company.
- Sure.
- So you hate my new socks? - No, I like them.
I'm just saying they don't make good duty socks.
- Uh-huh.
Well, perps will see me coming a mile away.
- Yeah.
Haven PD.
Listen, we've gotten some complaints.
Morning, sir.
Morning.
- Uh, we're gonna need you to move on.
Hello.
Hi.
- Sir.
- Ma'am? Maybe he wants us to dance with him.
- Empty.
Okay, that's weird.
- Uh - Come here.
- Nothing to worry about, folks.
- Let's go.
Come on, guys.
Let's go.
- Oh, God.
- Let's get out of here.
- You all right? - Th-That's beyond scary.
That's definitely a Trouble.
But I'm-- I'm fine.
I just wanna go home.
Look, there's another one.
- Another one? - There's no way to explain this away if the CDC lady sees it.
We've got to get these things out of here.
- Oh, how many are there? You handle Smokey.
I'll take Yogi.
Oh, no.
You-- - The miniaturization, especially of genetics equipment, is amazing.
- It's like you have a full lab.
- Which is good, because I often find myself in a hot zone for a few days before tanks roll in.
- Tanks roll in? - It's just our term for backup.
You know, we're geek scientists.
But with one phone call, we can summon choppers, convoys, troops.
It's really cool.
- Hey, folks, nothing to see here.
Just a street performer without a permit, so we'll be removing him.
- So, aside from lobster, what else is Haven known for? - Personally, I prefer cod jigging.
- Cod jigging? What's that? - Hey, Chief.
- Nathan.
They're out of lobster, so, you might want to try The Gull yeah.
- Yeah, all right.
- You sent a man ahead to check for you? - I got to keep my officers busy.
Haven's a quiet town.
Oh, my God.
Look, there's another one.
- What was that? - Uh, it's locals.
They get upset when places run out of lobster.
- Just - You done? - Most people are squirrely about sex and flesh, so I guess this means that you and I are moving toward-- - We're not moving towards anything.
- But why, Duke? You shared about your mom and we drank bourbon together.
- You killed Jennifer.
- No.
I didn't, Duke.
I don't know what killed her.
But it had something to do with the door, and the thinnies that were being sealed.
I wanted her alive.
I could have used her.
- Why do you care what I think? - I like this path that we're on, even if you don't see it.
So if you're going to continue to hate me, I just want it to be for the right reasons.
- Well there are just so many to choose from.
But I think that my current favorite is that because of you everybody I care about is about to get turned into a lab rat.
- What's going on? - Get dressed.
- So where'd you find him? - Hiding in an acacia tree.
Fevered and covered in pustulating sores.
Oh! I'm sorry.
He looked like something out of a George Romero movie.
But it wasn't a virus.
It was ants.
This poor Cameroonian farmer covered himself in sugar and sat on an anthill.
- On purpose? Why? - For love.
To get out of an arranged marriage, and save himself for his sweetie.
Painful move, but it worked.
He recovered fully.
It's nice not having to worry about mortality for a moment.
- I admire someone who shoulders your kind of responsibility, Dr.
Cross.
- Charlotte.
And you do the same.
- Who, me? No.
Like I said, quiet little town.
- You're former military.
Not a SEAL, 'cause you're not a jerk.
But elite training.
I'm thinking jarhead, Army Special Forces.
- Rangers, second battalion.
- Rangers lead the way.
I was Navy.
Flight surgeon.
Your small-town cop thing just wasn't adding up for me.
I can tell when people have seen the hard stuff.
And you've seen the hard stuff.
Somebody help this man! Is there a doctor anywhere? - Sir? We need to get him to a hospital.
I'm coming with him.
- Haven has good doctors.
- You see these blisters on his lips? They can be caused by a rare strain of staph your docs probably haven't seen.
I have, and it can be deadly.
If it's the same staph your pharmacist has Haven has an outbreak.
It's lucky I'm here.
- Yeah.
Good thing.
- We now have three patients with blistered lips and fevers.
Good news is they're stable.
Bad news is Dr.
Cross is sticking around to figure out what they have.
- Any chance that they're Trouble-related? - I don't know.
But if it is, Pete will get her out of town before she figures it out.
- Hows it coming with those bears? - Another one appeared at the ER.
Nearly caused a panic that the CDC doc couldn't have missed.
They're popping up around town quicker than we can collect them.
- Any idea whose Trouble this is? - Maybe.
I'm on my way right now to talk to a woman who works at the restaurant where they first appeared.
- Just Haven's luck to have an outbreak when the CDC's around.
- Yeah.
- It's too bad that we can't use Charlotte's expertise.
I mean we've got an accomplished doctor in town.
People are actually sick, and we're ginning up fake diagnoses.
- We ruled out hepatitis, thankfully.
Dr.
Palak thinks they might have food poisoning from The Grey Gull.
I'd like to get some samples.
- I'll come with you.
- Oatmeal and toast? I was hoping that you'd bring me the head of whatever public official is about to discover the Troubles.
Lab rats.
Wasn't that hard to figure out.
I've been doing this a long time.
- So what? Something like this has happened before? - It has.
Back when communication and transportation moved as fast as a horse.
We could stall until I could get into the barn and the Troubles would disappear.
But now, with cell phones and airplanes - Yeah, well this CDC lady could have us all in gerbil cages by sunset.
- CDC, huh? Oh, well, it doesn't matter who sounds the alarm.
Every agency you've heard of, and some of them you haven't, will be here.
And guess who the prime specimens will be? You and me.
- I think all Troubled people.
- Dwight, Nathan, and their ilk? No, no.
Minor curiosities.
Take a number, move along.
But the woman who created the Troubles, and the man who can take them away? We'll be in a cage under a spotlight wearing ass-less hospital gowns the rest of our lives.
- We're not gonna let that happen.
- We? Oh, oh, right.
Your friends.
They don't want your help, Duke.
You're part of the problem, not tho solution.
You're wrong.
- They're going to order you back here.
They'll want the two weirdoes locked up and out of sight.
You may not think that we're birds of a feather, but they do.
- You're certainly dedicated.
- You ever resect an infarcted colon on a 300-pound petty officer? This is a walk in the roses.
- Hi.
How you doing? What are you doing? - We're thinking it's food poisoning.
- You the owner? - No.
- Listen, it's a cover story.
If she thinks that's why people are sick then she'll leave town.
- Oh, great.
I'm not happy about this.
- Okay, but in the meantime, just stay out of sight.
I want her to believe that Haven's a normal place.
- Be-Because you're more normal than I am? - By a lot.
But don't get upset, you might sprout a Trouble in front of her.
Okay, just go.
- The bears are Eve's Trouble.
She's known about them a long time.
- I'm so glad you're here.
- Have we met? - No.
But the last time my Trouble came out, your mom really helped me.
- My mom? - That's me when I was ten.
- Lucy.
- 28 years ago, Lucy made the bears go away.
- Yeah.
- Wanna help me get this thing out of here? - The patient's recovered? - Yup.
So we sent them home.
- Why? If this turns out to be contagious-- - Well, it's food poisoning.
We eat a lot of crustaceans around here.
- A Word, Chief? - She hiding something? Giving me the runaround for some reason? - I don't think so.
Why? - Then she's incompetent.
Discharging patients before a confirmed diagnosis is stupid.
I just hope it doesn't cost lives.
- She called you incompetent.
- I don't care.
I just want her to move along because there's a fourth patient.
One that CDC lady can't know about.
James Banks, room 402.
I need you to go see him on the QT.
- He's Troubled.
- Yeah, I saw the tattoo.
He's a germophobe, and he's freaking out about being in the hospital, and I think his Trouble might activate.
- Yeah.
- The sheets are crawling with genus! - Calm down.
- Don't touch me.
Don't touch me.
Don't touch me.
Don't touch me! Don't touch me! - Whoa.
What's up with that? - My curse.
I make bubbles.
- Bubbles? - His Trouble's started.
We gotta keep Dr.
Cross away.
- First thing we have to do is get that IV out of his arm.
- If an air bubble hits his brain-- - There's a fourth patient.
And he's dead.
- So one patient died, three recovered.
Our next move depends on the post-modem.
I'll join Dr.
Verrano for the autopsy, which we'll do under BSL-3 containment.
I'm not taking any more chances.
And I'm putting Haven under quarantine if I find out Mr.
Banks died of that illness.
- Bear costume was my dad's.
He used to dress up in it every year for my birthday and do a really silly dance.
He used to make me laugh so hard.
Then my dad was killed in a boating accident, and my Trouble kicked in.
- So it's your dead father that keeps appearing and disappearing in the bear costume.
- That's my Trouble.
It leis me know he's dead and gone.
- That's cruel.
I'm sorry.
We have to stop this.
Is there any logic to where the bears appear? - Just anywhere I went with my dad.
There's this government scientist who's in town right now-- - Oh, my horror show costumes would tip her off to the Troubles.
My dad took me everywhere.
The bears are all over Haven.
She could spot one on every comer.
And if my Trouble's exposed, everyone else is? Hank's Trouble.
Oh, God, it'd be awful.
- Hank's Troubled? - We need to figure this out.
I don't think that the bears have come back because of your dad.
Have you lost anyone else recently? - Oh, no.
I was really worried about Hank yesterday, though.
He got this flu, the same one that I had.
But he got it much worse than I did.
- You were sick? Did you lips did they get all blistered? - Yeah, yeah.
Why? Why? Is there something going around? - You're not out helping your friends? They ordered you to hole up with me, didn't they? - Lucky guess.
Doesn't make us "birds of a feather.
" Besides, Dwight's not entirely wrong.
Though I may not have liked the way he said it.
Why am I talking to you? - Because our goals are aligned, Duke.
Yours and your friends are not.
- You just want to get out of jail.
- And you want to stay out.
The game has changed, Duke.
Your freedom and my freedom are linked.
- Another prediction from Mara the psychic.
Or maybe I should just say psycho.
- My predictions are not psychic.
They're based on 500 years of watching humans act out of fear.
And I have two more predictions for you.
They're going to start rounding up Troubled people.
- And your friends-- Your friends will sell you out to save their own skin.
- You think I'm wrong? - Yeah.
Yeah, I do.
- Audrey says Hank and Eve are both sick.
Both are Troubled.
- Mr.
Banks, too.
Can't be a coincidence.
I should have seen this before.
Everyone who got the sickness is Troubled.
- That's not good.
If Troubled people are getting sick, the stress can make their Troubles come out.
- Yeah, that's what happened to Mr.
Banks.
- Eve's bears appeared after Hank caught her illness.
She was worried about him.
- Hank caught it from Eve? - It's contagious.
- Which means there's more sick Troubled people in town that we don't oven know about.
- We'll know about all of them as soon as their Troubles activate.
So will the CDC.
A sickness that infects only Troubled people? I'm thinking the contagion itself is a Trouble.
- Has to be-- problem is, finding the person causing the contagion, we have to launch a medical investigation.
- Which would attract Charlotte's attention, and put her face to face with Troubled people.
- We have to get her out of town now.
I might have an idea.
In the meantime, we have to get everybody who's sick out of sight until Charlotte's gone.
- I'll set up a secret ward.
- Okay, but not here.
Autopsy's over.
Charlotte's on her way back.
Use the morgue.
- Okay.
- Dwight.
Look at my leg.
Feels ten times better.
She's a miracle worker.
- Never had a doubt.
Best lobster salad in Maine.
Comes with an apology and a sincere wish that my team and I had performed better.
- Thank you.
No new reports of illness at least.
- Guess whatever it was just fizzled out.
And I heard the autopsy showed that Mr.
Banks died of a natural stroke? - Yes, but I sent PDFs of Mr.
Banks' brain slices to HQ for their take on it, just to be safe.
If they can confirm Dr.
Verrano's conclusions, then I can get back to my Haven vacation.
- Speaking of, Weather's great today for a boat ride, which can be rare around here.
Buddy of mine operates a terrific tour.
Dave knows him, too.
My treat.
- Oh, yeah.
Captain Murphy.
Of course.
There's no better way to see the coast.
- I'd like that.
- Great.
Dave can show you where the dock is, and than maybe after that, we could, uh, finish that lobster dinner.
- I'd like that, too.
I'll freshen up in the doctor's lounge before we go.
Oh, but here.
My analysis of the sick patients' blood work.
I found an unique genetic marker in all of them.
Not something you'd usually look for, but they all had the same illness.
It should be nothing, but Dr.
Palak should have it just in case.
Excuse me.
- Vince is up in Bangor, pulling political strings to get Dr.
Cross out of Haven, but we're going to beat him to it, aren't we? You've arranged with Murph to have "mechanical failure" about 30 miles outside of town, leave her stranded, right? - That's the plan.
- You all right there, Chief? - She found a genetic marker in all the patients.
They're all Troubled.
What if she found a genetic basis for the Troubles? - Eve, I know you were worried about losing Hank, but Hank loves you.
- I'm with you, for life.
- Sea? He's not gonna leave you.
You have nothing to worry about.
- Okay.
- Hey, Dwight, what's up? Mead you to hurry it up with Eve.
A bear just appeared outside the doctor's lounge.
Charlotte's in there.
- Just appeared? Well, I thought the Trouble-- - It's not.
Get it done, Audrey.
We can't have one of these bears blow the whole thing.
We're really close.
- It didn't work, did it? - Isn't there anything that we can do? There's got to be something.
- Okay.
- Yeah? - Duke, I can 't believe that I'm asking this, but I need Mara's help with a Trouble.
I need to talk to her.
- Okay.
You want to get rid of CDC lady? Then you're going to help Audrey with this dancing bear Trouble.
- It's not going to stop her from turning against us.
- Play nice.
Okay.
You're on with each other.
And, yes, it's weird.
- Hi.
- Hello, Audrey.
How are you? You haven't come to see me.
- Why would I? - Oh, I don't know.
To meet your maker? - You're not my maker.
- Really? Then who is? Duke? I don't if you can afford such ontological certainty, being that you're a banana peel, a nutshell, a husk.
- Are you going to help me or not? All right, Audrey husk.
Don't twist your knickers.
You want to know about the dancing bear Trouble.
Well, I remember being trapped inside of Lucy husk while she talked Eve through her dead daddy issues.
- Yes.
The Trouble is about loss.
- An original recipe as I ever made, which means if you're failing at it, then you've lost your mojo.
- I said to play nice.
- Come on, Duke.
It's true.
I'm the candy, she's the wrapper.
- I'm sorry that wasn't more helpful.
- Duke, what if she's right? - Look, you can't start thinking like that.
- Okay, all right, um Listen, are you-- Are you feeling sick at all? - No.
No, not yet.
- Okay, good.
'Cause a lot of Troubled people have been infected, and Nathan, he's starting to bring them into the morgue.
- Nathan's rounding up Troubled people? - The sick ones, yeah.
Listen, I really, I gotta go.
- I can help you.
But if you keep resisting me, it's only going to make this more dangerous.
Remember what happens next.
You get sewed up on a silver platter by your friends.
Duke, we need to take matters into our own hands.
- You're right.
Except about the "we" part.
- Hank, I must stop my Trouble.
- You helped me through my Troubles, Eve.
I promise you, we will beat this.
- There are so many people in this town.
There's so many people we love.
What if my bears expose us all? - Exposure? The bears are designed to present themselves to you.
So if we take you out of town maybe the bears will stop showing up in Haven.
- Duke! Okay, they're not medically sick.
They're Trouble sick.
And everyone's upset, so their Trouble could come out at any moment.
So what should I do? - Why the hell are you asking me? - That's Lori Futcher's little sister.
Hey! What's wrong with her? - She fainted and conked her head on the floor.
- We're running low on supplies, Pete.
- Okay, I'll go get more.
Just Watch them.
- I told you to stay on the boat.
- You were supposed to have this under control.
How did you let things get this bad? - We're handling it, Duke, so back off.
- This is you handling it? Okay, first of all, you don't tell me where I can go.
- Help! Danielle's doing something.
- She has the same electrical Trouble as her sister.
- She's gonna fry us all unless we can contain her.
- How? We can't even touch her.
- We can with these.
Now what? - Stick her in there.
Hope the metal frame grounds her.
- Come on! Come on.
- We gotta hustle.
You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.
- How the hell did her Trouble get activated while she was unconscious? I mean What is this? The last stage of the sickness? - Maybe that's the point of this contagion Trouble.
Infect Troubled people and force their Troubles out.
- That's a lot of Troubles going off all at once.
- It means a lot of people are gonna die.
- "People are gonna die"? Like James Banks? HQ got back to me.
Said Banks died of an air bubble in the brain.
The only way that happens is if someone purposely injects it.
Banks was murdered.
- You okay? - Hiding patients in cadaver drawers? Whatever it is you think you're accomplishing here, it's over.
Under section 361 of the Public Service Act, I hereby place Haven, Maine, under quarantine.
Tanks are rolling in.
Lots of 'em.
- Charlotte.
Charlotte.
- What I need you to do is somehow I need you to make this thing uh, go away, okay? - Charlotte, wait.
- Put me through to the secretary.
- Charlotte, please, let me explain.
- Yeah, explain yourself to the jury.
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm here.
- I can't control it like that! - Well, then, get mad.
Because this cell phone tower is literally going to ruin your life! - Madam Se-- Hello? - Get back inside! What happened? - You did that, didn't you? - Just let me explain.
- Just go to hell, okay? - What's going on? - She found the secret ward of Troubled people.
She's calling for backup.
- We fried the cell tower and cut the land line.
- Well, she'll still bolt the first chance she gets.
- Which is why I'm gonna lock her up with Mara.
We'll see who wins.
Hey.
- She's only trying to help.
- Help? Her "help" puts me in a cage.
And if it's between me in a cage and her in a cage Well, I know what my answer is.
So should you.
- Let's just take a step back.
- You know what, you're not the only person in this town.
You're not the only one who's-- - I'm not going to stand by while tanks roll in.
- Hey! We need to figure out what we're gonna do.
- I know what I'm gonna do.
- Dwight! - You selfish prick.
I'd sooner turn you in to CDC headquarters then let you kidnap an innocent woman.
- We need to work together.
What are you doing? - I'm the chief of police, and the leader of the Guard.
You want to know what Haven's going to do? Whatever I decide.
Not you, that only thinks about Audrey.
And not you, who only looks out for himself.
- But we can't just leave her in there while an epidemic of Troubles blasts this town.
You want to lead, you better have a plan.
- I do.
- Is it bad? - You have no idea.
- Do you still think your friends have your back? - No.
We're on our own.