Agent Howard: Agent Parker?
Parker: Oh, no. No, no, no.
Howard: (knocking) Agent Parker? Where are you?
Audrey: God, it's kind of early, isn't it? (opens the door)
Howard: Couldn't wait. (Howard enters, and looks around the room.) It's impressive how little you've done with... so little.
Audrey: Well, it's what I do with all the vacation time that I don't get. Hit a bunch of outlet stores, and furniture shop with all the guys that I don't meet.
Howard: (Looks down at the coffee table and picks up "Unstake my heart".) Never took you for uh...teenage vampires.
Audrey: Oh, well you should see what I read on the plane.
Howard: FBI is non-fiction work. I need you to keep it that way.
Audrey: Is this about Miami? (Audrey puts her hair up in a messy bun, and sits down on an empty chair, one knee pulled toward her chest.)
Howard: Oh, yeah. I'm talking about Miami. We've been through this.
Audrey: You know, being open to possibilities is how we close cases... Like that one.
Howard: It sends you down blind alleys, too. (Audrey picks at her nails.)
Audrey: Yeah, well where I grew up, a blind alley was even better than reality. (Audrey snaps her fingers and fidgets slightly, before standing and going over to the wardrobe.) So... where are you sending me this time?
Howard: Haven. Maine. Hometown of one Jonas Lester. (Howard removes a thin folder from his coat and puts it on the coffee table. Audrey pulls out a suitcase.) He escaped a federal lock-up nineteen hours ago. Killed a guard doing it. Find Lester. Bring him back. (Audrey picks the file up from the table, and opens it, scanning through the pages.) Nothing else. That's your reality. You're a good agent, Audrey. And someday, maybe, you'll be a great agent. Just... focus on the job.
Audrey: (Audrey closes the folder and puts it down on the table.) Put the book on the table when you're done with it. (Audrey turns to leave and Howard puts the book in his coat pocket.)
Lester: Stop! Stop, damn it! Stop! Stop, damn it! Don't make me shoot you! Aaaah!
Audrey: Okay... Nuh-uh. No. There's no way I'm dying to this. (Audrey risks leaning forward to turn the radio off. The car creaks terribly.) Alright, um. (A man taps on the passenger window, startling her.) God!
Nathan: You need some help?
Audrey: No. No, I'm all right. Thank you.
Nathan: Oh. Okay, then. (Nathan steps away from the car, leaving.)
Audrey: God. Unbelievable. (Nathan appears on the driver's side of the car, starling Audrey) Whoa!
Nathan: Shame about the car.
Audrey: Eh, it's a rental.
Audrey: Whoa! FBI! Who are you?
Nathan: Haven PD. Who are you?
Audrey: FBI. Are you deaf?
Nathan: How do I know that?
Audrey: Okay, well, for starters, I'm wearing the gun on my belt. It's a government-issue 9mm. And they gave me, you know, one of these. (She reaches into her jacket, then stops when Nathan protests.)
Nathan: Hey, keep your hands where I can see them.
Audrey: Okay, what am I going to do? Pull out another gun? (Nathan gestures with his gun, indicating that she should grab her badge, and Audrey reaches back into her jacket and pulls out her badge.) Alright. Come on, I showed you mine. (Nathan pulls out his badge and Audrey squints at it. Realizing, he flips the badge in his hand, so that his ID card is now facing out, and holds it up next to his face to show her that he matches the picture on the card.) Okay. (They both slowly lower their guns and reholster them.) So, uh... are all your roads this bad?
Nathan: Sandstone. Likes to shift.
Audrey: Uh huh.
Nathan: Can I give you a ride somewhere?
Audrey: I guess it's friendlier than if I commandeer your vehicle.
Nathan: Probably less paperwork, too.
'Audrey: (Audrey smiles). Hmmph. (Audrey and Nathan walk over to his truck. He opens the passenger door for her.) Thank you. (Audrey pulls the door closed, accidentally slamming it on Nathan's fingers.) Oh! I'm sorry are... are you alright?
Nathan: It's alright. I didn't feel it.
Audrey: Oh. Tough guy, huh? (Nathan walks around the car, and gets into the driver's seat. He starts the engine.) Hey, uh I don't suppose you've seen a guy named Jonas Lester recently?
Nathan: Just left him. (Nathan's truck pulls away)
Garland: Well, keep looking all you want. This man's pretty dead. Tends not to change much.
Nathan: Chief Wuornos, this is...
Audrey: (standing) Special Agent Audrey Parker.
Garland: Oh. It's the FBI. Well, is this one of those situations where you're here claiming to help, but you're really just here to step on my toes?
Audrey: Not in these shoes. I came here, actually, looking for him. (Audrey bends back down over the body.)
Garland: Yeah. Yeah, we got the alert when Jonas, here, escaped.
Audrey: The Bureau thought that he might return to his hometown. I guess he did. Ah! Somebody missed something. (Audrey uses a pair of tweezers to pull out a small piece of paper.) There's writing on it. (Nathan crouches down next to Audrey and pulls out an evidence bag.) I can't read whatever this is, but it's worth checking out.
Nathan: (Audrey drops the slip of paper into the evidence bag.) I'll get it to the lab in Bangor. (Nathan leaves with the evidence bag.)
Garland: (pulling out a packet of nicotine gum) Well, why don't you enlighten us? What does the FBI Special Agent have in the way of insight?
Audrey: Well, his injuries don't suggest a struggle. I don't think he was dragged here.
Garland: You don't?
Audrey: (standing) He died last night. (Garland pops a piece of nicotine gum.) But your guys are going to have to give us the exact time. At first glance, it looks like he fell from up there, (gestures up to Tuwiuwok Bluff) but his body is way too far from the edge, you know, unless there's a cannon up there or something. Anyway, I'm not sold on it being an accident.
Garland: You're over-thinking this. The best thing Jonas Lester ever did for this town was die. So, as far as I'm concerned, we're done.
Audrey: He killed a federal employee, so my investigation isn't done until I know why he came back here and what happened to him.
Garland: Nathan, get yourself a real crime to investigate here. (He starts to walk off.)
Nathan: Chief, how about I show Agent Parker around, while we tie up the loose ends.
Garland: Go ahead. Waste his time, too. He's got nothing else to do with it.
Inside a sedan with raindrops on the windows, Agent Howard's phone rings. He answers:
Audrey: It's Parker. Lester's dead.
Howard: How'd it happen?
Audrey: Well, they're calling it an accident, but something doesn't seem right.
Howard: Sounds right up your alley, Agent Parker.
Audrey: Chief Wuornos doesn't think so.
Howard: I trust your instincts.
Audrey: I'm working with a local detective, uh... (Audrey looks to Nathan for a name to give Howard.)