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HARPER'S ISLAND 2:
EPISODE 01: "HACK"
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The skies could not have been bluer, the sun could not have been brighter, and the day could not have been clearer on the beautiful Friday afternoon in the Seattle harbor. A two-story yacht was pulled up at the dock, roses and wreaths decorating its exterior, creating a beautiful effect in the sunlight.

Over a dozen people were on board, chatting, laughing, and enjoying themselves. It was clearly a special occasion, and quite an elaborate one at that. A young, pretty blond woman stood at the balcony of the second floor, holding a glass of champagne and gazing out at the wide blue ocean in front of her. In a matter of minutes, this boat would set sail to Harper's Island. 'The next time I come back to the mainland, I'll be a married woman!' she thought excitedly to herself as a smirk spread across her face and she took a sip of the bubbly liquid.

Julie Mathis came from a very wealthy family; she wouldn't be standing on this fabulous yacht right now if she didn't. Growing up, she had always been rather spoiled by her mother, and right now was no exception: this wedding event was being paid almost entirely by Gail Mathis alone. Though even as a 30-year-old woman she shamefully relied quite a bit financially on her mother, Julie couldn't help but feel grateful for being able to have the wedding she had always dreamed of.

As Julie stared thoughtfully out at the water, Gail sat on a chair on the first floor deck, looking up at her daughter and sipping her own glass of champagne. As much as she felt happy for Julie to finally be getting married, Gail admittedly was not overly enthused about the upcoming wedding. Julie's fiance, Graham Deeley, was not nearly as wealthy as Gail had imagined Julie's future husband to be, and that rather upset her. Money was everything to Gail; one could tell by just looking at the extravagant sparkling red dress she was wearing, accompanied with the endless amount of jewelry that beamed in the sunlight.

Back on the second floor deck, the handsome Graham sneaked up behind his fiance and quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, which startled her and caused her to spill a bit of her champagne. She whirled around and laughed, playfully punching Graham in the shoulder.

"Don't scare me like that!" she giggled, and Graham smiled and leaned in to smooch her on the neck, unaware that his future mother-in-law was below, eying him like a hawk.

A tall, dark-haired woman stood on the road, staring at the marina in front of her, clutching the handle of her large suitcase. A chill went down her spine; she kept having flashbacks of ten years ago. It all started this exact same way: a seemingly perfect day in Seattle, everyone excited and ready for a destination wedding on Harper's Island, blissfully unaware of the dangers that were lurking ahead. Shea Allen had lost so many loved ones during that cursed week: her sister, Trish; her husband, Richard; her father, Thomas; even her stepmother, Katherine. But that was ten years ago. History couldn't possibly repeat itself. It was all in the past.

As she convinced herself one last time that things would be fine, Shea took a deep breath and began walking to the yacht.

"Shea! I'm so glad you could make it!" Gail called out after spotting her good friend Shea. The older woman set her champagne down on the glass table and stood up, approaching Shea and embracing her in a hug.

"It's good to see you, Gail," Shea said quietly, faking a smile.

"How is Madison doing?" asked Gail after pulling away from the hug.

"Oh, she's doing great. Just started her first year at college," replied Shea.

As the two women continued their chat, maid of honor Haley Mathis sat at a nearby table, joined by her quiet boyfriend, Josh, and Graham's 18-year-old nephew, Luke. As Haley rapidly pressed the keys on her phone, texting a friend, Luke and Josh watched Gail and Shea.

"Dude, I would so bang her," said Luke with a grin, staring at Shea.

Haley immediately looked up from her phone with a disgusted look on her face. "Ew! I hope you know that Shea's old enough to be your mom," she snapped.

"Who cares? She's not," laughed Luke.

Josh did nothing but chuckle and shake his head at Luke's comment. Haley glared at her boyfriend. "Don't encourage him, Joshy," she quipped before her eyes once again became transfixed on the screen of her phone.

Suddenly, a young blond girl dressed entirely in black walked up to the table. Her arms were crossed and she had almost a scowl on her face.

"What do you want, Bri?" said Luke, his eyes still glued on Shea's backside.

"Mom wants to talk to you," the girl replied in a monotonous voice.

Luke scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Tell her to go **** herself."

Bri noticed her older brother staring at something. She followed his line of vision, then looked back to him. "Are you thinking about banging her?"

"Duh. She's ****ing hot. Now go away, kid. I'm busy." The smile returned to Luke's face as Josh once again made a chuckling sound, which was met with a punch in the arm from Haley, as her other hand continued to text.

"Fine. But don't blame me when Mom acts all bitchy to you later," Bri said before walking away.

On the upper level of the yacht, a three-person band consisting of a violinist, a guitarist, and a pianist began to play a tune as a woman stepped up to a microphone stand perched on the wooden floor of the deck. Everyone seated around her began to cheer, the loudest coming from an attractive redhead.

"You go, Mom!" shouted Andrea Northcott as she let out another loud cheer for her famous stepmother, local celebrity Laurie Northcott, who began to sing.

"She loved him like he was
The last man on Earth
Gave him everything she ever had"

As the beautiful country star sang the words, Julie and Graham giggled and danced on the deck in front of her, and she smiled as she watched them and continued to sing. Sitting at a nearby table, Andrea leaned in towards Maria Dominguez, a fellow bridesmaid.

"They are such a cute couple!" said Andrea, to which Maria smiled and nodded.

Sitting at a nearby table was the oldest wedding guest, Graham's 63-year-old father, Bronson Deeley. After his wife passed away about 30 years ago, he was forced to raise his two children on his own, and it had taken quite a mental strain on the man. He currently sat at the table, staring into space, not even paying much attention to his son dancing to the music with his future bride. The years had chipped away at his sanity, especially with all the emotional strife that his daughter, Rachael, was having to deal with.

"Bronson! It's so good to see you again!" came a voice from behind him, causing him to jump and whirl around. Gail Mathis towered over him, holding her champagne, her jewelry glistening in the sun, a wide smile across her face.

"Ah. Hello Gail," stuttered Bronson, clearing his throat. Gail pulled a chair up and sat down beside him, looking at the young couple swaying back and forth on the dance floor.

"You must be so proud of your boy," she said sweetly. "They make such a fantastic couple."

Bronson was too dazed to notice the obvious fake tone of Gail's voice. He simply mumbled something and nodded; Gail eyed him suspiciously before returning her gaze to her daughter and future son-in-law.

"And I'm sure Graham must be a happy man, marrying into such a fantastic fortune..." said Gail, but she was interrupted by Bronson, who suddenly snapped back to reality and furiously slammed his fist on the table, causing everyone around him, including the band, to stop what they were doing and focus their attention on the scene.

"What is it with you and money, you greedy little wench?!" yelled Bronson, who suddenly stood up and stormed away, leaving Gail to sit by herself. She showed no reaction to what had just happened; she simply smiled, chuckled a bit, and took a sip of her champagne.

"Well, what are you all waiting for? Continue with the music, please!"

"I just don't want him starting up trouble, Frank. This is an important week and I don't want him to embarrass us," said Rachael Bingham, standing next to her husband in a small cabin in the yacht, her arms crossed, a distressed look on her face.

Rachael's muscular husband Franklin moved in closer to her and placed his arms on her shoulders. "Don't worry about Luke, baby. He knows what the consequences are if he starts acting up."

The door of the cabin suddenly slid open, and Rachael and Franklin's daughter Bri stood at the threshold. "Luke said to go **** yourself." Without waiting for a response, Bri slid the door shut again. Rachael sighed, rolled her eyes, and glared at her husband.

"See what I mean?" she groaned.

"Relax, Rach. Everything will be fine. This is your brother's wedding. Enjoy it," said Franklin smoothly. He leaned forward and began to passionately kiss his wife. Franklin began to take the jacket of his business suit off, and he reached over to turn the light switch off as the couple pushed themselves against a wall.

A tall blond woman stood at the bow of the yacht, which finally began to set sail to its destination of Harper's Island. Amanda Mathis was actually dreading the wedding of her younger sister. Julie had always stolen the spotlight from her, stolen the attention of their mother Gail, and, worst of all, was always able to get whatever men she wanted. Amanda was 32 years old and still single, having never had a boyfriend of her own. She hated weddings. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. But in this case, she wasn't even a bridesmaid. At her own sister's wedding.

Amanda sighed heavily as she folded her arms across her chest, gazing absently at the horizon. She didn't even notice the hairy, rubber spider that had suddenly perched itself on her bare shoulder. It wasn't until it began to move that she let out a scream and threw it off herself. The loud scream was immediately followed by the sounds of two voices laughing hysterically. Standing directly behind Amanda was Stacy Stone and her boyfriend Caleb Spence.

"Works every time! I love it!" bellowed Caleb, holding his stomach and roaring with laughter.

"Are you guys ****ing kidding me?!" Amanda yelled furiously, and she stormed off, away from the laughing couple. Hatred and bitterness was surging through her body; Julie had selected Stacy Stone, the most immature 31-year-old Amanda had ever known, to be a bridesmaid instead of her own sister.

Stacy watched Amanda stomp away, still laughing. "What's her deal? She needs to lighten up!"

"Don't worry about it, babe, she'll get over it. I'll admit though, she's still my favorite person to prank," he added with a laugh, and he leaned in to hug Stacy and pecked her on the cheek.

The voyage took approximately an hour, but within that short sixty-minute period, the weather eerily shifted from cloudless, bright skies to dreary, foggy dankness. A cold shiver ran down Shea Allen's spine. Part of her wanted to turn back and return home; she was getting terrible vibes about this whole trip. But the Mathis family had become her closest friends since the original Harper's Island murders, and they helped her immensely with the grieving process. She owed this to them.

"Graham! C'mere for the good stuff, buddy!" shouted a tall man standing on the dock, reaching his arms out as the yacht pulled up and Graham disembarked. Graham embraced his best man Andrew McCaffrey in a giant bear hug.

"I've missed you, dude! It's so great to see you again!" said Graham, patting his best friend on the back.

A shorter, younger man stood beside Andrew, his arms crossed, a slight smirk on his face as he watched the two friends hugging. Graham finally pulled away from the hug and walked over to Mikey McCaffrey, Andrew's younger brother, and gave him a hug as well, albeit much shorter than the first.

"I missed you too, Mikey! It's been way too long, seriously," Graham said after pulling away from the hug. Julie suddenly appeared behind Graham with a toothy grin on her face, and Andrew's happy expression almost instantly dissipated the moment he laid eyes on her. This was that rich snob that was marrying his best friend; he had never quite approved of Graham's decision to marry her.

"Hi guys! Good to see you again! Andrew, right? And you're Mikey?" she said as cheerfully as possible. Andrew nodded quickly, then returned his attention to Graham.

"Well, come on, bud. The trolleys are all here to take everyone to the Candlewick! Didi's been dying to see you." And Graham, Andrew, Mikey, and Julie all made their way off the docks, followed by all the other wedding guests.

The trolleys transported all the guests and their luggage to the middle of the island, where a massive, mansion-like hotel loomed amongst the trees and the mountains. It was a truly beautiful sight, but somewhat foreboding at the same time due to the dark clouds above and the unusual amount of fog.

Shea Allen shuddered again at the sight of the hotel, the place where it all began for her ten years ago. Bri Bingham, who sat in the seat right behind her on the trolley, leaned forward and whispered something into Shea's ear.

"You probably shouldn't have come here. I'd go back home if I were you."

Didi Phelps had taken over management duties of the Candlewick Inn after the death of the previous owner, Maggie Krell. The inn had been shut down for five years following the Harper's Island murders, but Didi had reopened its doors. She was a very spiritual woman and believed very much in ghosts; she had no doubts that the Candlewick itself was often vacated by the spirits of those who had died ten years ago. As she gave the wedding guests a brief tour of the inn, she would casually bring up the names of some of the spirits that occupied the rooms.

"This is where Cal Vandeusen and Chloe Carter can sometimes be seen dancing together," she said nonchalantly when showing the guests the extravagant ballroom. Hearing those two names brought back terrible memories for Shea, and she loudly cleared her throat to get Didi's attention.

"Excuse me, but can you please not mention any of their names? Please?" snapped Shea, and Didi, looking slightly offended, simply nodded and continued the tour.

The guests were eventually shown to their rooms. Julie and Graham received the key to the honeymoon suite, and Julie immediately ran and threw herself onto the king-sized bed topped with golden, silk sheets.

"This is total paradise, babe. I am so excited for this week!" she said. Graham plopped himself down next to his fiance and leaned in towards her.

"I can't wait to call you my wife." He grinned and kissed her on the lips. The couple broke away from the kiss and stared longingly at the ceiling for a few seconds before Julie spoke up again.

"Graham, do your friends hate me?" she asked suddenly.

"What? Who do you mean? Andrew and Mikey?" Graham asked, to which Julie nodded. "No, of course not! What makes you think that?"

"They were really standoffish to me when we got here. I just got the vibe that... I dunno. That they don't want me here."

Graham rolled over to face his fiance and kissed her again. "Don't be stupid, Jules. They couldn't be happier about this wedding. Trust me. Hey, listen. I love you. My friends love you. Everyone loves you, Jules. I don't want you thinking otherwise, okay?"

They began kissing again, but this time did not break away as they began to slowly remove their clothes.

Ryan MacPherson was Graham's roommate during all four years of college, and during those four years formed a very close bond with him. Nothing made Ryan happier than to see his roommate getting married, and it made him even happier to be spending the week-long destination wedding with his boyfriend of eight years, Dale Mooney. The two began dating during Ryan and Graham's senior year of college, when Dale was only 17 years old. Graham himself had not really approved of the considerable age difference between the two, but Ryan was in love. There was no question about that.

"Look at this view! God, this room is so nice!" said Dale excitedly, setting his bag down and looking out the window. Ryan walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around Dale's waist.

"This room is even nicer with you in here with me." Ryan kissed Dale on the cheek.

Dale was not very familiar with any of the other guests. He had briefly met Graham during Ryan's last year of college, but otherwise had not been formerly introduced to anyone currently on Harper's Island. But it didn't matter at all to him; all that mattered was that he was here with his man, and he knew this week would be the perfect time to propose and begin making wedding plans of his own. He had dreamed for years of being married to Ryan, and now was as good a time as any for his dream to come true.

After all, weddings were all about love and happiness.

Night fell on Harper's Island, and the younger guests had all agreed to spend their first night at the popular Harper's Island bar, the Cannery. Granted, it was the site of a few of the murders from a decade ago, but the young population of the island helped to bring the place back to life.

It was there that Graham was reunited with another one of his childhood friends from growing up on the island, the beautiful Yulissa White. Yulissa was also a good friend of Julie's, as the two women had attended school together in Washington.

"Oh my god, Graham! You're here!" she shouted when she saw Graham and the other wedding guests walk into the bar, music blasting from the jukebox. Graham approached the bar and Yulissa leaned over it, wrapping her arms around Graham and giving him a hug. "It's been way too long, Grahammy! Drinks on the house for you and all your guests!"

Caleb let out a whoop and pumped his fist when he heard this, as Stacy giggled and patted him on the stomach. The wedding guests dispersed and went to sit down at various tables, as Graham and Julie sat down on two bar stools.

"So how have you guys been? You here to give me some more credit for hooking you two up?" said Yulissa with a smile and a wink. "You guys know this wedding wouldn't be happening without me."

"Yeah, yeah, flatter yourself a little bit more, Yulie," joked Julie as Yulissa handed the couple each a large drink.

"So how's Andrew been? Still in a slump?" said Yulissa in a quieter voice, her eyes wandering over to Andrew, who sat silently at a small table with his brother Mikey. Graham looked over his shoulder at his best friend, then turned back to face Yulissa.

"I think he's still kinda edgy about the whole wedding. Maybe it's a jealousy thing?"

"I know why. He doesn't like me. He's made that pretty obvious," said Julie. Graham shot her a look.

"Jules, I told you, he likes you. I don't see why you think he doesn't."

Over at the small table, Mikey stared at his older brother, who stared absently at the floor. "Dude. What's wrong?" His brother's comment made Andrew snap out of his hypnosis.

"What? Oh, nothing. Just tired, I guess."

"Look, Andrew, I know what your deal is. You don't want Graham to marry Julie. I get it. You just gotta get past it, man. He loves her, why won't you just let it go and be happy for him?"

"I'm just worried about him. The Mathises... I dunno. I just don't trust them, man. They're a shady family," said Andrew with a sigh.

"How do you know? You barely even know them," replied Mikey. In response to this, Andrew reached into the pocket of his black hoodie and pulled out a folded up piece of paper. He began to unfold it and set it down on the table for his brother to see.

"Yeah, but I found this online the other day. About Julie's mom."

It was a newspaper article from the Seattle Times, with the headline reading, in large bold letters, "Intimate Apparel Designer Charged with Embezzlement." Beneath the headline was a dated, black-and-white photo of Gail Mathis. Mikey scrunched up his face when he looked at the date.

"This article is from twenty years ago...." he began, but Andrew quickly cut him off.

"That's not the point. She stole over a million dollars from the company she worked for. Then she probably bribed the media to not mention it, because this is the only information about it I could find."

Mikey raised an eyebrow and looked up at his brother. "Dude... don't you think you're taking this a little too far?"

Andrew exhaled deeply and shook his head. "I'm worried about Graham. That's all."

Gail sat alone in her large bedroom, laying on her bed in a red, silky nightgown and reading a book, when suddenly a knock came at her door. When she opened it, a tall man of Italian descent stood leaning against the threshold, grinning at her.

"Hey there, hot stuff. Lookin' good in that nightie."

Gail blushed and smiled. "Oh, doctor..."

Dr. Rodolfo DiLorenzo entered the room, wrapping his arms around the woman's waist, and began kissing her neck. He was a married man, his wife and three kids left back home in Seattle, and had been having a secret affair with Gail Mathis, a long-time patient of his, for the last two years.

As the two of them began to make out, a short, plump, balding man walked into the room next door: the honeymoon suite. Apparently the couple had forgotten to lock the door before going out to enjoy the night scene, allowing Professor Jethro Walton to enter.

Professor Walton had always been Julie's favorite teacher all throughout college, and ultimately chose to invite him to the wedding; little did she know, however, that Jethro had had a hidden infatuation with Julie ever since she first step foot into his classroom. He walked over to the king-size bed and noticed Julie's suitcase laying wide open on the mattress. His heart began to beat heavily when he saw a pair of silk underwear lying at the top of the pile. Jethro picked up the garment and shoved it up to his nostrils, inhaling deeply and savoring the beautiful aroma of Julie Mathis.

A plaid, collared shirt suddenly caught Jethro's eyes, and he turned his gaze to a nearby chair, on top of which Graham's clothes had been thrown. Jethro suddenly felt a hole in his stomach; as much as he enjoyed being at this wedding with Julie, he loathed the idea that she was getting married. Having been a single man all his life, Professor Walton longed for a woman in his life.

And he wanted no one but Julie Mathis.

The moon was full and bright in the sky, though it was masked slightly by a few wispy gray clouds. Rachael Bingham sat out on the balcony of her bedroom, sipping a glass of champagne and looking out at the scenery. Tears were welling up in her eyes, and a single drop trickled down her cheek.

Rachael never had an easy life, at least not for the past 20 years. Franklin was, at times, a wonderful husband indeed, but he was also quite abusive towards her. She could no longer keep track of the number of times he had attacked her both physically and verbally. Most of the time it was fueled by alcohol, but then there were times when he would just lash out at her. Coupled with the fact that both her children were very rambunctious and rebellious, it took a heavy emotional toll on Rachael.

A gentle knock was heard on the sliding glass door leading out to the balcony. Rachael frantically wiped her tears away and whirled around to see Shea Allen standing in the doorway.

"Mind if I join you?" asked Shea.

"Oh! No problem at all, have a seat," replied Rachael as cheerily as she could, trying her hardest to hide the fact she had just been crying. Shea sat down on the chair next to Rachael and joined her in looking out at the trees.

"It feels like just yesterday that I was here for my sister's wedding," Shea said thoughtfully after several seconds of silence between the two women.

"It must be so hard for you to be back here after all that tragedy," said Rachael.

Shea nodded. "It is. It's so hard. But it's also a good way for me to pay my respects. Not just to my family, but to everyone else who died here."

Several more silent seconds passed before Shea once again broke it.

"Your daughter said something to me earlier today. She warned me... she said I shouldn't have come here, and that I should go back home. I wanted to ask you about that."

Rachael suddenly looked over at Shea, her eyes wide. "She... she said that?" Rachael sighed and pressed her hand to her forehead. "Bri claims she can see the future. I don't buy a word of it. She's gotten really into witchcraft or Wicca or whatever it's called these days... it's gotten me really concerned. I don't believe in any of that stuff though, so I would take what she says with a grain of salt."

"My daughter Madison had similar... premonitions, I guess you could call them. Ten years ago, on this island," Shea said quietly, her voice quivering slightly out of fear. "I'm worried, Rachael. I'm worried that history might repeat itself."

3 A.M. approached, and darkness and silence quickly began to engulf the island. The wedding guests left the Cannery, several of them stumbling drunkenly after their eventful outing. Caleb and Stacy, arguably the drunkest out of everyone, broke apart from the group and wandered off alone into the woods. Caleb couldn't stop laughing, and Stacy was starting to become very curious about what could possibly have been so funny.

"Come on, come on, tell me!" she slurred after the two of them stopped in a small clearing in the dark woods. "This better be good, Caleb, 'cause this forest is creepin' me out!"

"Shh, shh, listen. I just thought of the perfect prank to pull on these people. You know how so many of them are all freaked out by the murders that happened here. So let's pretend that we're getting murdered! It'll be so funny! They'll all bug out!" Caleb said, still laughing uncontrollably.

Stacy burst into laughter herself. "Oh my god, Caleb, you are so evil, but I love it!"

The two of them suddenly quieted down and stared each other in the eyes. Caleb leaned in to peck his girlfriend on the lips, then the two of them began to count in unison.

"One... two... three."

Caleb and Stacy both began to scream at the top of their lungs at the same time. "Help! Help us! Somebody help!"

Laughing, Caleb turned around, cupping his hands to his mouth to amplify the sound of his fake cries for help. Meanwhile, Stacy stood behind him, covering her mouth to hide the sounds of laughter escaping her mouth. All the while, she was totally unaware of the rustling in the bushes just behind her.

Caleb's final cries echoed amongst the trees, but he came to a dead stop when he heard the terrifying sound of metal slicing through something, followed immediately by a loud thud. Caleb slowly turned his head around to look over his shoulder, and his stomach lurched when he saw the bloody head of his girlfriend Stacy Stone still rolling on the grass, her headless body still standing upright for a few seconds before it crumpled to the ground as well.

This time a genuine scream of fear echoed through the island, as Caleb stood absolutely still, trying to comprehend what had just happened. His eyes kept darting back and forth between the beheaded corpse and the bloodied head of his girlfriend. Tears immediately filled his eyes, blurring his already impaired vision due to the alcohol surging through his bloodstream.

Caleb was far too distracted with what was on the ground in front of him to notice the shadowy figure slowly approaching him, unable to be distinguished in the darkness of the forest. Caleb did, however, see the brief glistening of metal in the moonlight, a mere fraction of a second before a sharp knife was plunged into his stomach.

The breath immediately escaped him and he gasped, desperately trying to inhale, but finding himself incapable. Someone had done this to him and Stacy. Someone was here to kill them. As he felt the life quickly being sucked out of him, he tried with all his strength to look up at his murderer, but between the alcohol, the tears, and the fact he had just been brutally stabbed, he simply could not make out the killer's identity.

He did, however, hear five distinct words before everything went black.

"This is just the beginning."