Previously on Happy Town...
I think we should get you checked out.
All I really want is my hammer back.
- I'm gonna kill your old man. - Do I know you?
Andrew, you're under arrest.
Can I borrow your creamer?
- Did you put something in my milk? - Why do they call him the Magic Man?
He had an ability to make people disappear
that bordered on the mystical.
Two more minutes, mommy.
- She's gone. - Rachel!
I don't know where you are...
But I need you to hear me.
All right?
Because something's happened, pop...
Something real bad.
And you might be the only person in the world
who can help me.
All right, if you'd follow me, please?
All right, listen up! Come on. Gather around.
All right, I want two teams
combing the 600 block of Walton Street.
I want one team on Mill Street.
You find so much as a freshly chewed piece of gum,
you radio me immediately. Understood?
How's this one, boss?
Fellas, meet your missing person.
Yes, sir.
- All right? - Roger.
- Make copies. Start wallpapering the town. - All right.
Excuse me.
Farmer.
Yeah, you get anything off that Conrad phone dump?
Look, it's no secret
Tommy Conroy and I ain't exactly bosom buddies.
But I just got out of prison. So what, I'm just gonna
roll back into town, snatch a Sheriff's wife?
Sure, Rachel was always talking about moving to California,
but I don't think she'd go without Tommy and Emma...
- Not without her family. - No.
- Hey, Georgia... - Hey, no talking, Andrew.
You use the can and then you're back to your cell. Come on.
- Tell me again. - I already told you.
When was the last time you saw your mommy?
She said she'd wait outside the Jumpy Castle for me.
But when I came out, she wasn't there.
Where'd she go?
I don't know, baby. I don't know.
Just wait here.
Where did you get those?
Went by your house. It was on the front porch.
Ohh. It was just a matter of time.
- Georgia, can you just stay with Emma for me, please? - Sure, Tommy. Anything I could do to help out.
- Any luck? - Nothing. Did you talk to Greggy Stiviletto?
Plenty of people saw him at Thaw Fest
- after Rachel disappeared. What's that? - Georgia found 'em at my house.
Damn it, Tommy, I'm sorry.
It could be just a copycat... Someone who knows that
the Magic Man always sends dead flowers
- to the victim's family. - Yeah. All right, well, just get 'em to the lab, okay?
We're setting up a trap-and-trace at your place
- in case any ransom calls come in. - Okay. Great. Did you guys find anything yet?
Not yet, but I have total confidence in your team
- to handle this investigation from here on in. - Our team?
Just got a call from Captain Frost. I'm being called
back to St. Paul. Apologies for the short notice.
- Let's start packing it up, fellas. - Now how convenient that the staties can do a peace-out
just when they're needed here the most.
Rachel's gone, pop.
She's gone.
She just disappeared
in the middle of Thaw Fest last night.
Where did you go?
Where the hell did you go?
You all right, Tommy?
You want me to take it from here?
I got it.
Tommy?
Personal differences aside,
I am praying for Rachel's safe return. We all are.
- Thanks, John. - Don't lose hope, Sheriff.
We're here for you...
For support and as a resource.
When our daughter Lauryn was taken by the Magic Man,
it was very tough for us, but we pulled together,
and we'll help you through this, too.
I'll keep you posted.
Thanks, Tommy. Have faith. Come on, sweetie. Let's go.
Who do you want to start looking at?
Rachel was taken in the middle of a crowd...
No witnesses, just like the others.
The other Magic Man victims?
You don't want to go down that road, Tommy.
I mean, as it is we're not putting any details on the wire.
- If the papers even get a whiff of this... - We can't ignore it. It's the same pattern.
Look, I thought you said we were gonna start looking at somebody
- in the town who might have a beef with you. But you're talking about...
- No, now you're thinking it's about the Magic Man! - It's about everything, Roger! We have to look at everyone.
Look, you aren't thinking about using those poor families
as a resource, are you?
Not when I already know the best resource in town.
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do, pop?
Oh, come on!
Can you hear me?
Pop!
Go see the english man.
What'd you say?
Go see the english man.
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Merritt Grieves?
I don't believe we've been formally introduced.
It's very nice to meet you finally, Tommy Conroy,
or should I say Sheriff?
I'm bringing you in for questioning
in the disappearance of Rachel Conroy
or, should I say, my wife.
So tell us, Mr. Grieves,
how long have you been livin' in Haplin?
Just shy of four months.
What brought you here from Manchester?
I'd long been searching for a quaint and cozy town
in which to hock my wares.
Am I a suspect, Sheriff?
Let's just say you're a person of interest...
Immense interest.
Now...
It ss here you listed no previous address
when you rented out the house of ushers.
I seldom settle anywhere for very long.
What are you running from, Mr. Grieves?
I travel in order to collect trinkets
for my store.
You're never gonna find an original, undamaged print
of "les enfants du paradis" by swinging in the hammock,
sipping ice drinks.
A certain amount of wayfaring is required.
But I'm happy to have settled here in Haplin,
where apparently, you can be considered guilty
without reasonable cause or explanation.
Isn't it true that you left Thaw Fest last night
approximately 8:30 p. M....
A half-hour before Rachel's abduction? That is true.
Yeah, but is it also true that Haplin enjoyed
five years of peace before your arrival? Also true.
So you understand our immense interest,
don't you, Mr. Grieves?
Certainly. Except, of course, last night,
while Rachel was being kidnapped,
I was enjoying a rousing game of spades
with the merry widows of Meadows' boarding house
over glasses of gin whippie,
and I'm sure the widows will corroborate my story.
I'm sorry to have to tell you this,
but I did not kidnap your wife.
Why did my father send me to talk to you?
Because I am a collector, Sheriff.
I collect many things, not just movie props.
I collect information.
Information?
On the Magic Man.
His name's Aidan.
No, I don't know where he lives.
Of course I know how important this is.
Don't worry. I'll get it back.
Morning, Henley.
We're making sandwiches for the volunteer search teams.
Search teams? What search teams?
Haven't you heard?
Rachel Conroy went missing last night during Thaw Fest.
Missing? What happened?
She was taken... Abducted, seized, snatched.
I've said it before, and I will say it again...
It is no coincidence that Greggy Stiviletto
comes back into town fresh from the slammer
the same day that Rachel goes missing.
Who's Greggy Stiviletto?
Why, you should know better than anyone, my dear.
He gave you a ride home last night...
And a kiss.
What was he in jail for?
Murder.
Seven victims of the Magic Man.
You're the so-called expert. Tell me what you know.
What do all these people have in common?
- It's not about the people, Sheriff. - No?
It is about the act.
Seven, now eight people disappear
in the middle of a crowd, and yet there are no witnesses.
How?
He is performing the most basic and elementary
of magic tricks here...
Sleight of hand.
Magic tricks?
Mr. Grieves...
My wife is out there somewhere,
and you are wasting my time.
Tommy, are you familiar with early cinema?
There is a German film from 1923
called "The Blue Door"... Impenetrable at first.
It took repeated viewings to truly understand it.
I had to go back to the beginning of the film.
If you don't start speaking English,
you're gonna have plenty of time to ponder its meaning
- sitting in our holding cell. - It would be unwise to lock me up. I can be an asset.
And besides, what grounds can you hold me on?
I'd say failure to cooperate with police is enough.
I have cooperated. It is you who are not listening.
I've told you what you need to know.
You have to go back to the beginning.
That is enough!
Kelvin!
Would you please show Mr. Grieves to his new digs?
You'll never find your wife Sheriff,
- unless you start looking at these cases with fresh eyes. - Move.
- Let's go. - Now you know we can only hold this guy for 24 hours.
- I know. - Why do you think this guy knows something, Tommy?
Because I trust Griff, Roger.
I brought you some gerber daisies.
They were always Alice's favorite.
Rachel...
How can this be, Griffin?
I thought we took care of this long ago.
I need you to come out from wherever you've gone
and tell me, how can this be?
I don't know what you're selling,
but you can put me down for 10 of 'em. No... 11.
I'm looking for Greggy.
'Course you are.
- They're all looking for Greggy. - Yeah, he's inside.
Greggy's back from the long place!
He sure is.
Nice place you got here, Aidan.
Well, it's about time you showed up.
- You were expecting me? - Eventually.
See, I made you waffles yesterday, too.
Had to feed 'em to the goats when you didn't show up.
Mm. That why you took my hammer?
To ensure a second date?
Yeah, maybe.
Or maybe I didn't want to get clubbed in the head
when you found out who I really was.
I know blood when I see it.
Why'd you lie to me?
I don't know.
Maybe because "I just got out of the penitentiary"
didn't seem like a pick-up line with a lot of mileage to it.
But on to a much more important question...
Do you take your waffles with or without whipped cream?
My secret ingredient...
Cinnamon.
Yeah, I put cinnamon in almost everything.
You might even say I'm obsessed with it.
Do you know, since the beginning of time,
cinnamon has been used for everything
from, uh, currency to embalming the dead.
But, uh,
I think...
That it makes a hell of an aphrodisiac.
You know what?
All I really want is my hammer back.
Oh, I think you'll change your mind once you've tasted this.
What did I tell you, beautiful?
Tell ya, fair-weather farmer's got some nerve splittin' now.
As if it's not bad enough Friddle's killer
is still at large, now Rachel goes missing?
We questioned most of Rachel's friends and coworkers.
She doesn't have enemies.
No. It's a bad sign we haven't had so much as a ransom call.
How's Emma holding up, T.C.?
Eh, good as can be expected.
She's, uh, home with Georgia now.
You been here all night?
Yeah. I figure I could either lie in bed awake
or come here and try to make sense of this thing.
T.C., Carl Bravin's truck was found abandoned
in the woods near Mac's pond.
Neighbors say it's been there since Thaw Fest.
Bravin wasn't happy when we hesitated to arrest Andrew
- for breaking his beak. - Well, let's head over to Bravin's now.
So what's her name?
Who?
There's only one of three reasons
why a bright and handsome young man like yourself
would be spending his night in the slammer...
Money, alcohol or women.
And what are you in here for?
What, is it against the law now to be creepy?
Since you're a Haplin,
I know it's not money.
And there's nothing remotely bibulous about you.
So... let me ask you again.
What's her name?
It's complicated.
- Complicated? - Yeah.
That's a new one.
Now take it from me...
We are plucked from this earth almost as soon as we're planted here.
So you and "complicated"...
should seize the day.
- Dad. - Free to go, Andrew.
You got an appointment with Judge Ventura on Tuesday.
Probably looking at some community service.
Thank you.
Dad, can we please save the "you don't know how much
of a disappointment you are to this family" lecture
until we get home, please?
You know... part of me was actually glad
that you're in this cell the night of Thaw Fest,
so the Magic Man couldn't take you away from me, too.
- You all right, dad? - Yeah, I'm fine. Come on. Let's... let's go home.
Don!
- All right, we're good. - What?
You got a ram?
It's in the back,
but you could blow this place down with one puff.
Yeah. Just in case.
Hey, Tommy, hold up.
I got a couple of tough questions I gotta ask you.
Strictly protocol.
What is it?
You and, uh, Rachel have any marital problems?
No.
Money problems?
None.
Did Rachel have access to a large amount of cash or...
Not unless she's been stuffing it
in our mattress without me knowing.
Oh, yeah, one other thing.
Um, what's with the muddy shovels in the back?
Shovels?
Muddy shovels.
Look, Tommy, you gotta understand,
anytime a woman goes missing
and her husband's been digging holes,
any Detective worth his salt is gonna ask the questions.
Understood.
I was helping Big Dave plant some spruce saplings
in his ma's backyard.
Spruce, huh?
Yeah, spruce.
It's a little early for that, huh?
Still a mean frost in the morning.
Oh, yeah. You're telling me.
But what Mrs. Duncan wants, Mrs. Duncan gets, right?
Guess we didn't need the ram.
Mr. Bravin?
Carl?
Jeez. This place always this messy?
Yeah.
Now you know why Georgia spends so much time at our place.
Hobbs.
Tommy.
We gotta get to The Bready.
What is it?
Let's go, Tommy.
Hobbs, what is it?
That's the ticket, Carl.
Quiet as a mouse.
I don't know how many different ways I gotta ask you, Carl.
What's it gonna take, Carl?
What's it gonna take?
Carl... take, Carl?
What's it gonna take, Carl? What's it gonna take?
All right, everybody, make some space, okay?
Back up a little bit. Everybody, take two steps back.
Is it her, T.C.? Is it her?
Is that...
Rachel's ring, Tommy?
That's Rachel's ring...
But that's not Rachel's hand.
I think you have more than earned your prize, pretty lady.
Thank you.
You know, you still haven't told me...
Why were you in jail?
I was in a bar...
In Minneapolis with my brothers.
And, uh, these biker guys
started talkin' smack about Baby Boy.
Now look, I love my brothers,
but they're about as sharp as a bag of wet mice.
A fight broke out.
I hit this one biker, and he just kind of fell awkwardly,
broke his neck. Dead when he hit the ground.
We ran...
But they found me eventually here in town...
And sent me away.
Manslaughter.
You still feel like kissing me?
Carl?
Yo, Carl?
Good boy, Carl.
There's no need to drag
that pretty little daughter of yours into this mess.
Not again.
I promised my mom
that I'd come back to Haplin and claim my inheritance.
And I think I might be in over my head.
Don't know if I can finish what I've started.
Does the hammer have something to do with your inheritance?
It does.
So this jailbird thing...
A deal breaker or what?
I don't know how long I'm gonna be in town, but...
While I'm here, the deal's not broken.
Rockin' good news.
Some things you gotta see through, Henley.
No time for regrets in this life.
But...
Plenty of time...
For waffles.
T.C., just got a match on the fingerprints.
You were right. It's not Rachel.
But you're not gonna believe who they do belong to...
Lauryn Ward... The Magic Man's first victim.
You'll have to excuse us, Sheriff.
It's just that we spent the last 12 years
without a single sign of Lauryn and now...
I understand how difficult this is for you to hear,
but I asked doc Pete to come in and explain what he found
when he examined your daughter's hand.
Doc.
Mr. Ward, um, Mrs. Ward,
The cuts across the wrist were definitely pre-mortem wounds,
um, meaning that Lauryn was still alive
at the time that the hand was severed.
When was that?
Uh, approximately 48 hours ago.
Did you hear that, Sarah?
Our... our baby's still alive. This is good news.
She's alive?
No, we... we can't know that for sure.
The doc just said.
He... he said she was alive 48 hours ago.
Thank you, Sheriff.
Thank you so much.
There's still hope.
Lauryn Ward's severed hand
was found at the bread factory today...
And she was alive when it was removed.
She was alive?
It never occurred to me they might be still out there,
somewhere alive.
You and me both.
Rachel works at the bread factory.
Tell me that's not just a coincidence.
The switch.
The what?
The switch.
The central principle of sleight of hand... the switch.
He has exchanged one object for another.
Where are we going?
Back to the beginning.
What is this place?
It's called "the pit."
It's a popular drinking spot for the high school crowd.
It's also...
Where Lauryn Ward was kidnapped.
She was out here partying with a group of friends
when she just vanished.
Now...
If what you said is true,
about going back to the beginning...
This is exactly where we need to be looking.
This is where it all started.
It's a good thing you had these torches in the truck.
Torches? You mean flashlights?
Guess it's an English thing, like, um, "dodgy"
or "crisps", "chin-wag."
What the heck's a chin-wag?
A light, inconsequential conversation.
God! Oh.
What was that?
I have no idea.
I've seen that bird before.
You know that moment in horror films...
Just before the monster rears its ugly head?
Yeah.
Prepare for the rearing.
Whoa! Whoa! Don't shoot!
Jeez, Root Beer.
What are you guys doing out here?
That's a long story.
God.
Root Beer, I thought you were at my house.
What do you mean?
Shell said you called the station
and told them to send all officers home
and come meet you at the pit.
If you're here, who's watching Georgia and Emma?
Oh, God. He's in my house.
He's in my house.
Georgia, I need you to listen to me carefully.
Get Emma and get out of the house right now.
No, just get out of the house!
Okay, Emma C., we're gonna go for a walk,
see Mr. Packer. He made us some hot chocolate.
Go get your coat, sweetie.
- Hey. - What are you doing here?
I wanted to see you,
and I don't care who sees me seeing you anymore,
- and neither should you. - We gotta get out of here. Come on.
- Root Beer, make sure Georgia and Emma got to packer's house. - Tom, around back!
Rachel.
No, the last time we had a forced entry,
Johnny, uh, really messed up on the prints.
I remember...
Waiting outside of the Jumpy Castle for Emma
and...
Suddenly everything went black
and the next thing I know,
I was here in the bathtub.
I don't know where I went, Tommy. I...
Hey, it doesn't matter. You're home.
All right?
Tomorrow you can come down to the station,
if... if you're feeling up to it,
and... and we can talk about it some more, okay?
Mommy, will you tuck me into bed?
Mm. Nothing would make me happier.
Yeah. All right. Come on.
Let's go upstairs. Let's go.
Oh, no.
My... my rings... They're gone.
Hey, don't worry.
It, uh...
It'll turn up.
Come on.
Tommy.
I-I just wanted to tell you
how glad I am that Rachel's safe.
You shouldn't be here, Dave.
It's a hell of a thing, huh?
Yeah, it sure is.
Uh, I'm... I'm just surprised we even got her back.
I'll... I'll see you, Roger.
How are those, uh, spruce saplings shaping up?
What spruce saplings?
Uh, my bad. I was thinking of Sully down at the doughnut shop.
He... he's planting spruce saplings.
Yeah, I get all you big guys confused.
You contribute to fattening me up.
Okay.
Yeah.
Where have you been the last two days?
Around, I guess.
I thought you promised you would never deal at the house.
I just saw your new friend leaving.
What are you talking about?
I've been alone all day.
When'd you become such a snoop?
I tell you what... why don't you snoop on into the kitchen there?
Get me a candy bar... Somethin' with nuts.
Oh. That was...
Invigorating?
No, I was gonna say "intense."
I underestimated you, Sheriff.
You certainly proved your worth today.
I led you to a greenhouse in the middle of nowhere
when the Magic Man was invading my house.
How exactly is that proving my worth?
If we hadn't gone back to the beginning,
back to where Lauryn Ward was kidnapped,
he never would have given Rachel back.
He needed us looking one way,
so he went another, in order for his trick to be complete.
So what?
I mean, now we're a part of his game?
Perhaps.
Unless, of course,
Rachel's return means he's changed his game altogether,
which is what I'm most afraid of.
How do you know so much about the Magic Man?
Because he's caused me great personal pain.
Don't be too sure, Sheriff, that the Magic Man's reach
doesn't go beyond the Haplin County line.
What does that mean? I...
For another time.
Your wife is back. Go tend to her.
I look forward to our next chat...
Or chin-wag.
I'm afraid I've always known this day would arrive.
I know this is worth quite a bit to you.
I want $250,000 or I'll be handing it over to the police.
I understand.
I'll be in touch.
Radio me if you need anything.
Hey. You called for us, T.C.?
Lauryn Ward is still alive,
which means the other victims
may very well be still alive, too.
My father did what he could,
but he was looking for patterns where there were none.
We need to start looking at this stuff with fresh eyes.
We're gonna get him
before he can claim another one of our loved ones.
Mark my words...
We are gonna find the Magic Man.
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