[birds chirping]
[rock music playing]
[music stops]
[sighs] This is beautiful.
- Sam! - Yeah.
Ready?
Oh, man. This is in rough shape.
[sighs] Just needs a little love. Come on.
[Sam] It needs more than a little.
Seventies add-on, huh?
- These are gonna be hard to match. - What's up?
Hardwood floor's rotted over in spots.
Probably just easier to carpet over it, right?
Well, our client wants to restore it to its original glory.
Okay. It's his money.
Where do you wanna start?
[switch clicking]
No power.
Let's find the breaker. It's probably in the cellar.
[click, whirs]
Oh, now this is beautiful.
It's like a time capsule. Barely been touched.
- Sam? - Yeah.
Yeah, it's an awesome cellar.
How about that?
What is that?
A barometer. Probably turn of the century.
- [clinks] - Huh.
[phone dings]
It's really cool.
Hey, what time do you think we're gonna be done tonight, by the way?
[people chattering]
[pop music playing]
- Here you go. - Thank you.
Cheers. Here's to that.
Hi, Francesca?
- Sam? - Yep. Yep.
Uh, I'm sensing from your tone that if I was another ten minutes,
I'd be asking the bartender if there was a Francesca here at some point?
- Five more. Tops. - Fair. So fair.
I'm sorry. Look, I'm not usually like this.
"Guy who's late." It's, uh-- It's my brother's fault.
Mmm. Oh. So, you're "guy who blames his brother"?
Yeah, sometimes. Uh--
We work together restoring houses, and he adopted a baby recently.
He's just been a total tyrant ever since.
I think it's the lack of sleep thing. It's a real thing.
- Boy or girl? - Hmm?
The baby?
Oh, girl. You wanna see a picture of her?
- Yeah. - Cool. Here, look.
Oh, my gosh. She's so cute.
Right. Isn't she beautiful? Her name's Alice.
And that's my brother Jake. That's his husband, Roger.
Super cute family.
- They're the cutest family. - Yeah.
So, are you a good uncle?
Yeah, I'm the best.
- Really? - Oh, yeah. I'm Uncle Sam.
That's funny.
[radio: pop music plays]
- All right. - I'll see you soon?
- Yeah. - Okay.
Bye.
Hey. Morning. Sorry.
Shirt's on inside out.
What-- How'd you even see that?
Does it bother you to be such a cliché millennial?
Uh, no. I'm actually kinda loving it.
So, uh, did you think any more about my suggestion?
[groans]
- I don't know. - Come on.
"Taylor Brothers Construction" has a much better ring to it
than "Taylor Construction."
Yeah, and I kinda like things the way they are.
So, make it more permanent.
Do this with me. Aren't you tired of fixing up other people's homes?
Before you know it, we could afford this place ourselves.
Jake, I love ya. I do. It's your dream. It's not mine.
- It's Honus Wagner all over again. - No, it's not.
- Yeah. - No, it's not.
Yeah, it is. How many yard sales did you make me go to? Twenty?
It was not 20.
It was, like, 15.
Yeah, to find the holy grail of baseball cards.
Which you were sure someone just forgot about,
and we could find it and sell it for a million bucks.
Yeah, it was a good plan.
Yeah, for an eight-year-old.
You're always searching.
- Yeah, what's wrong with that? - Nothing.
But if this life isn't for you, stop wasting both our times.
Go find out what is.
But I'm-- I'm having so much fun, though.
Come on. Look at this.
We got 60 watt. We got 90 watt. Gotta go 90, right?
Edison bulbs.
- Old house, old bulbs. - [clink]
[sander whirs]
[drill whirs]
- [thunder rumbles] - [banging]
[crowbar clatters]
[thunder rumbles]
Hey. Hungry?
Oh, look at that. Buried treasure.
"Cabbage." Pretty loose definition of "treasure."
Wow.
You know, you can't swipe one of those things.
No, I just...
I don't know.
I don't know. She seems kinda...
[siren wails]
[Jake] Ah, damn it.
- Ready? - Yeah.
- Jake, grab the door. - Got it.
- [siren continues] - [wind whistles]
[thunder rumbles]
- [electricity zaps] - [Jake] Damn it. The breaker.
I got it. I got it. Hang on.
[wind whistling]
[thunderclaps]
- [high-pitched ringing] - [grunts]
[grunting]
[vibrating]
[gasping]
Jake? Hey, Jake, the breaker's on.
[piano playing]
[woman] ♪ There's a saying Goin' all around this town ♪
♪ And I'm beginning to think it's true ♪
♪ It's awful hard to love someone ♪
♪ When they don't care about you ♪
♪ I once had a sweetheart ♪
♪ Just as good as any in this town ♪
♪ But now I'm sad and lonely ♪
♪ He done turned me down ♪
♪ I ain't got nobody ♪
♪ Nobody cares for me-- ♪
[gasping]
Who are you? What are you doing here?
- You're her. - Don't-- Don't come any closer.
What? No. No, I'm not gonna hurt you.
- I just-- - Are you from the bank?
No, listen, I'm not from the bank.
- I'm restoring this house with my brother. - You're lying. We have until February 5th.
I don't know what the hell is going on here.
You're trespassing. That's what's going on. And you need to leave.
Jake!
You-- You-- You can't go up there!
Jake!
- [cocks rifle] - Oh!
You have five seconds to state your business
before I splatter your brains all over this wall.
- That's really not necessary. Just listen. - Five...
- Where is my brother? - Four...
- Can you please stop counting? - Three...
Jake?
Now, listen. My mother is about to walk through that door,
and she is mean as a snake,
and she hates bankers even more than I do.
- I mean it! - Please, just--
If you value your life, you better start running.
- Just listen to me, okay? - Go!
Get outta here! Leave!
[gasping]
Evelyn?
- Yeah? - Is there someone here?
What? No, of course not.
- What's in the box? - A dress for your engagement party.
- It's a gift from William. - I already have a dress.
William wants you to wear this dress.
What if it doesn't fit?
You'll make it fit.
[horse blusters, whinnies]
Excuse me.
[phonograph whirs]
- [woman singing on recording] - [lip-synching]
Evelyn, are you listening to music?
Give me those phonographs.
There is a certain behavior that is expected of a lady, Evelyn.
But Emmett loved music.
Your brother is dead and buried.
And here we are, without a penny to our name.
That's why you're marrying me off to the highest bidder.
You could do worse.
William is a good father. He's a temperate, God-fearing man.
Why don't you marry him?
I will not allow you to squander this opportunity.
William will not understand your perverse taste in music, Evelyn.
So, I beg you, give me those.
Yes, Ma.
- [Sam] Actually, those are mine. - [gasps]
Sorry, I knocked, but no one was at the front door--
[mother] And who might you be?
Sam. Uh...
Sam Taylor. I was friends with your son.
I loaned him those records. I was just, uh, coming to pick 'em up.
You're a friend of Emmett's?
Did you practice together?
They were classmates.
Medical school.
Sam's a doctor.
Well...
It's always nice to meet a friend of Emmett's.
- Please, take your things. - Thank you.
Will you be joining us tonight?
I'm sorry, tonight?
At Evelyn's engagement party.
Oh, that's-- that's very kind of you, but I'm, uh, only passing through.
I see.
Well, I trust you can show yourself out.
Yes, ma'am. Right away.
Here you go.
- I owe you a debt of gratitude. - Yeah, no. Don't even worry about it.
What on earth are you doing?
Uh, sorry, is there, like, um... like a trapdoor
or some kinda secret exit or something in here?
People usually use the front door.
Hey, look, I promise I'm trying to go home.
I just-- I don't know how.
Why can't you go home? Where are you from?
I can answer that, but you're not gonna believe me.
- Give me a chance. - Okay, fine.
I'm from the future. The year 2019.
[laughs]
My very own time traveler.
All right, you want proof? Here, look at my phone.
Your telephone is in your pocket?
No, I know. I know I had it. I must've dropped it or some-- Um...
Oh. Okay. Here, this. This, look, see? See this?
That's you, isn't it?
Where do you think I got this?
I found it here in this house in the future.
Well, that's impossible. I've never had my picture taken.
Well, not yet. But clearly you will. See? I knew you wouldn't believe me.
Well, then how did you get here?
Trust me, I'm still trying to figure that out myself.
I don't know how this works. Okay. It's gotta be something about this house.
Is there anything unusual about it?
My grandfather built it 40 years ago.
Grandfather? Okay, can I talk to him?
N- Now-- Now is not a good time.
My family's all very occupied at the moment.
Right, with the engagement party.
The one that I just got invited to.
- No. - Yes.
What happened to the whole debt of gratitude thing?
Look, I'm not-- I'm not asking you to believe me.
Okay, I'm just-- I'm asking you to help me.
Well, you're not exactly dressed for a party.
But I may have something.
[chattering]
There's my granddaddy. Come on. I'll introduce you.
- Oh, look here. - Granddad.
[chuckles] Hey.
- Evelyn. - Hello.
This is Sam, Emmett's friend from medical school.
Um, this is Grandpa Warren. Did I mention that he built our house?
It's a beautiful home, sir.
Why, thank you kindly.
Um, I noticed you built a storm cellar in the basement.
- That was a smart move. - Well, you gotta have one in these parts.
Yeah, yeah. I was curious, is there anything weird about that cellar?
- What do you mean by "weird"? - I guess what I mean is
I was down there during a really bad storm and my ears started ringing.
I was just wondering why that was.
Well, that's easy. During a bad storm,
the air pressure drops, and that gives you the ringing.
Really? Okay, can you tell me more?
[clinking on glass]
Good evening, everyone. Welcome to my home.
As most of you know, my children lost their beloved mother...
last year to influenza.
And although she can never be replaced,
we are fortunate to have found someone wonderful to join our family.
Evelyn Porter.
[applause]
And now, the only question that remains is...
Can she dance a turkey trot?
[crowd laughs]
[ragtime music]
Wonderful news, my darling.
I have arranged for the wedding announcement
a sitting... with a photographer.
- A photograph? - Yes.
I must have a photo of you in your bridal gown.
For posterity.
The young doctor. Who is he?
Oh, um...
Friend of Emmett's. Just passing through.
- Oh. - I need someone to dance with.
Oh, okay. Uh...
I'd love to, but I just-- I don't really know how to do the turkey trot.
I'll teach you.
He seems to have a way with my girls.
- Oh. - [giggles]
- Ah! - [applause]
[giggles]
Mildred, it's past your bedtime.
Good dancing with ya.
Thank you for entertaining my daughter.
Yeah, sure.
You were right. The photograph. It was me. I-It will be.
I don't know how. But... it will.
Look, the guy who's friends with your grandpa,
the one who knew all about the weather, where did he go?
Henry Barrett? Um, he just left.
My fiancé just went to put the children to bed.
Would you care to go for a walk?
Yeah.
The future. What's it really like?
Um...
I don't know. I guess it can be anything you want it to be.
You can order food to your house instead of cooking sometimes.
Um...
And it can be anything too. It can be Italian, Chinese, Indian.
- Indian food? - Yeah. Yeah.
[chuckles]
Oh, and music. Music. There's things called speakers.
You can put one in every room in your house
and you can have music everywhere, all the time.
[sighs]
I- I want all of that.
Yeah. Yeah, it's pretty cool.
[chuckles]
Cool.
Wait. The Compound. I've seen that before.
Oh, my brother Emmett once told me that there's a speakeasy below.
And everyone stays up until dawn laughing and laughing.
[sighs]
I would shoot off my left pinkie to see it.
You wanna try?
Well, you have to have a password to get in.
Uh, excuse me, sir. Do you have anything to drink in here?
How 'bout a root beer?
Well, actually we were hoping for something with a little cabbage.
What'd you say?
I said "cabbage."
Follow me.
- [laughter] - [applause]
[jazz music]
[man singing]
- Hello. - What will it be?
Um...
Liquor, please.
Uh, gin and tonic, squeeze of lime. Two of those.
All right, two bits.
Two bits. Uh... Yeah.
Here, does that cover it?
What are you trying to pull?
Oh. I've got it.
Thank you.
William never lets me leave the house without a few coins.
[man continues singing]
Thanks.
- To the future. - To the future.
- Wow. - [coughs, giggles]
[singing continues]
- Wanna dance? - Sure.
[singing continues]
[song ends]
[applause]
[chuckles]
Hey, you know what? I think you oughta go do a song.
- [chuckles] You oughta eat a cup of dirt. - I'm serious.
So am I.
All right. I'll tell you what. Flip a coin.
Heads, I'll go outside and eat a literal cup of dirt.
- [chuckles] - Tails, you go do a song. Deal?
Deal.
Darn.
Excuse me, man. Is it cool if the lady sings one?
Okay. Thank you.
Okay, you're up.
[sighs]
[crowd chattering, laughing]
[Evelyn] Thank you.
- Do you know "After You've Gone"? - Yeah.
- That one. - Okay.
[piano playing]
♪ You know I loved you For these many years ♪
♪ Loved you night and day ♪
♪ Oh, honey, baby Can't you see my tears? ♪
♪ Listen while I say ♪
♪ After you've gone and left me crying ♪
♪ After you've gone, there's no denying ♪
♪ You'll feel blue, you'll feel sad ♪
♪ You'll miss the only pal You've ever had ♪
♪ There'll come a time When you'll regret it ♪
♪ There'll come a time And don't forget it ♪
♪ Oh, babe, think what you're doin' ♪
♪ You know my love for you Will drive me to ruin ♪
♪ After you've gone ♪
♪ After you've gone away ♪
♪ Away ♪
- [whistling, applause] - [giggles]
I have never felt like that before.
My heart... [clears throat] was pounding out of my chest.
My God, you were incredible. You were incredible!
See, what did I tell you? You belong on that stage.
- You really think so? - Yes. Are you kidding me?
Did you see the crowd? They were smitten.
I wasn't looking at the crowd.
[mother] Evelyn!
What do you think you're doing?
Hey, look, it's not her fault. I needed something from the pharmacy.
- She was just showing me the way-- - Don't play me for a fool.
I know exactly what this place is and what goes on in here.
You never cared when Emmett would come here.
Emmett was a doctor. You are a young lady and an engaged one at that.
- She doesn't even love the guy. Are you-- - This is none of your concern!
Hey, Evelyn, you don't have to go with her.
You know nothing.
Come on, dear.
[rooster crows]
[cow moos]
Henry? Sam Taylor, from the party.
Ah, the boy with the ringin' ears.
- Yeah, that's right. - [Henry chuckles]
Listen, we, uh-- we never got to finish our conversation from last night.
About the storm and the low air pressure.
Not sure what's left to talk about.
Well, I meant to ask you. Um...
Let's say I need the pressure to drop like that again so my ears would ring.
How would I know when the air pressure drops low enough?
Come here.
This here is a barometer.
You hang it on your wall.
When the storm strikes-- [chuckles] the needle drops.
Yeah, I've seen one of these before.
The pressure, when it dropped, the needle, it jumped off the dial.
Off the dial, huh? Well, that'd have to be a derecho.
You know those really bad storms that we had lately? That's a derecho.
Lasts anywhere from a week to two.
Storm rolls in and out and turns vicious in the blink of an eye.
So it could last another week?
Give or take. It ain't an exact science.
Okay, and during this derecho,
the storm, it'll drop the pressure again just like it did before? You sure?
Most likely, I'd wager.
You know, that last one split my oak and knocked the doors right off my barn.
Sorry to hear that.
[grunts]
Listen, would you mind if I borrowed that?
Well, I'm not in the business of givin' things away.
[chuckles]
Hey, wait, wait. Your barn doors. You need help fixin' 'em?
Pretty good with my hands if, uh... if you'd be up for a trade.
[sniffling]
- [knocking] - [door opens]
- Go away. - You're leaving?
- What, are they sending you somewhere? - I'm sending me somewhere.
Where?
Anywhere but here.
All right, wait, wait. I went and saw your granddad's friend. That guy, Henry?
I think I know how we can get back to 2019.
We?
Yeah. You don't deserve this.
You deserve to be free and happy.
To be who you wanna be and who you wanna be with.
And it doesn't have to be me.
But if you come with me, you can have all those things.
You don't belong here. You know that.
All we need is the storm to worsen and the pressure to drop, okay?
Look. Now, I found this in the cellar in 2019.
It must mean that I'm the one who put it there.
Maybe all this always happened. Maybe you were always meant to come back with me.
I know it sounds crazy. I ju--
Wedding's in ten days.
What if the storm doesn't come by then?
It's here now. We just-- We have to wait for it to get worse.
[jazz plays]
[music continues]
Soon. Soon.
Mmm.
[music continues]
[car rattles]
[music continues]
Hi.
- Hey, kid. - Yeah.
You do nice work.
Thanks. It's gettin' there.
Yeah.
The missus wants you to stay for dinner.
How do you feel about pork loin and rhubarb pie?
Not sure what a rhubarb is, but sounds good to me.
[chuckles]
Now, stay very, very still. This is a long exposure.
We don't want you blurry.
[William] Give us a smile, dear.
I wanna always remember you like this. Young. Beautiful.
Well...
Hold.
Good. All right, a little longer.
And...
[thunder rumbles]
Damn. We're losing the light. We'll need another one.
I'm feeling a bit light-headed. Pardon me.
[thunder rumbles]
Hey. Hey, hey. Come on!
- Is it time? - Almost.
[gasping]
Oh, come on. Come on.
- [gasps] - [door closes]
You think I didn't know? You think I wouldn't find out?
- Parading around like some common whore. - Isn't that what you want?
This marriage is only about money. And that's not who I am!
- Hey! Don't touch her! Don't touch her! - No! No! No--
You can't force me to marry you!
- [Sam] I won't let it happen! - The hell I can't!
Sam! Sam!
- [high-pitched ringing] - [groaning]
[grunts, panting]
Evelyn! Evelyn!
- [Sam] Hey! - What? Whoa!
- Hey! Where is she? Where the hell is she? - Whoa, what are you doing?
Here. Here. This, this. See this? How did I get this, huh?
Jake, this proves I was there.
All this proves is that you found another matchbook in better condition.
No, no, no. You're not listening to me.
I am, and I really just think you hit your head.
I didn't, though.
I didn't. I didn't. It was real.
She-- She was real, I--
Okay, listen.
She's a piece of history that got lodged in your brain.
No, no.
But whoever she is, she's long gone now.
Now let's pack up, okay? I wanna get home before Alice goes to bed.
[thunder rumbles]
Come on, man. Get your stuff.
I can't go.
I gotta stay. I gotta find a way back to her.
Get in the truck.
Roger made empanadas.
Let's go eat some, and smoke a bowl and maybe eat some more.
I'm gonna need to borrow your cell phone, your lightning cable
and that blanket you keep in the back of the truck.
I'm gonna stay here. I gotta figure this out.
Jake, please.
[gasps]
[whispers] No, no, no.
[woman on recording] The derecho that we're in right now
is what we call a "super derecho."
It's highly destructive, but, luckily, it's extremely rare.
The last super derecho was around a hundred years ago.
[whispers] 1919.
Sadly, thanks to global warming,
the intervals between these vicious storms are shrinking.
We'll probably see the next one in ten or 15 years.
No, no. Can't wait that long.
[thunderclap]
- Hey. - Hey.
Come over for dinner, yeah? Alice misses her Uncle Sam.
No, I can't. I can't. I gotta stay.
[siren wails]
- Sam. - That's it. That's it.
Sam!
Come on. Come on. Come on.
[high-pitched ringing]
[gasping]
[woman singing] ♪ Hush, little baby, don't say a word ♪
♪ Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird ♪
♪ If that mockingbird won't sing Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring ♪
♪ If that diamond ring is brass ♪
♪ Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass ♪
[whispers] Good night, Sam. Happy birthday.
- [yawns] - [chuckles]
♪ If that looking glass is broke ♪
[clatters]
♪ Papa's gonna buy you-- ♪
Mommy. Is someone there?
[high-pitched ringing]
[grunts, gasps]
- [Jake] Sam. - Jake?
What the hell is that? What'd you do?
We put in the wine cellar. You knew the client wanted it.
No, no, no. You changed it. You changed it. You changed it.
- You changed the air pressure down here. - Hey! Hey!
- Sent me to the future, not the past. - Sam! Jesus, Sam.
- Sam, Sam, you're babbling. - You gotta help me get it outta here.
Look, I went to the future, and I saw her. I saw her.
We-- We had a kid.
We had this beautiful little boy.
But none of that can happen if I don't get back to her and save her, okay?
- Do you understand that? - I'm really worried about you.
Yeah, I get that, Jake. But I just need your help right now, okay?
If I get this stuff outta here, will you go see a doctor?
[sighs]
Yes. Yes. Okay. I promise.
[drill whirring]
[thunder rumbling]
Okay. Come on now.
Sorry, Jake.
- Sam! Don't do this. Sam, come on! - [knocking]
[high-pitched ringing]
Sam!
[gasping]
Evelyn!
[panting]
[thunder rumbles]
[knocking]
Sam?
We gotta go. Now!
[thunder rumbles]
Come on. Come on!
- Sam! - It's okay. We'll be fine. We'll be fine.
I promise. But we have to go now.
- [creaks] - [Evelyn screams]
[panting]
My leg's stuck.
[grunting]
What are you doing?
All right. Listen. You have to go.
- No, no! Not with-- Not without you. - No. Hey, hey. Listen. Listen.
I went to the future, okay?
- What? - I saw you.
You had a son. You had a little boy.
You were singing to him.
You're gonna make it.
Oh, we... We have a son?
No.
You do.
I wasn't there.
- No. - Yeah.
No.
This is what's supposed to happen. Yeah.
No.
- Trust me. - No. No. I don't want that life.
- It's okay. It's gonna be okay. - No.
Listen, listen.
Tell my brother I love him.
[sighs]
He's gonna help you.
- Go. - No, no, no, no!
[grunting]
[screams]
- Evelyn. - No! Sam. Sam.
- Sam. - Evelyn.
- Sam! - Evelyn. I love you.
But you need to let go now.
- [banging] - [Jake] Sam. Are you okay?
- What the hell's going on? - [gasping]
[thunder rumbles]
- [Jake] Sam? - Ah.
[Evelyn panting]
[birds tweeting]
You hungry?
All right, then.
I brought you a change of clothes. I wasn't sure the exact size.
So, hopefully they fit.
He said there'd be music in every room.
He really loved you.
Told me all about ya.
What'd he say?
Well, it wasn't just what he said, it was how he said it.
Never heard him talk like that before.
All about your singing. And your record collection.
Well, they were my brother's.
I hid them down here behind the walls so my mother wouldn't find them.
Sam saved them for me the day we met.
You know, these walls are the originals.
From Sam.
He made it.
He's in 1919?
[Sam] Dear Evelyn.
By the time you read this, I'll be long gone.
But I needed you to know
I didn't die in that storm after all.
He's down here.
[gasps]
I was desperate to get back to you.
I waited for a year,
but no storm came.
I was told one wouldn't, but I still hoped.
Then I realized something.
As much as you belong in the future...
[women singing]
...maybe this... this is where I belong.
I found my place.
And it was all thanks to you.
I have a life at last.
You know, it's ironic.
I came from a place with too many choices, and you had none.
And now, it's time for us to move forward.
To put the pieces in place for our futures to take hold.
Honus Wagner.
I know you'll find this letter, Evelyn.
I know because, like I look for you, you look for me.
But it's time for you to stop looking. It's your turn now.
Your life is waiting. Go out there and get it.
All my love, Sam.
[sighs]
[men chattering]
[thunder rumbles]
Mommy, is someone there?
No. No, sweetie.
Everything's okay. Everything is fine.
[thunder rumbles]
[woman singing jazz]
[music ends]