- I'm Sam Bishop. - Casey. Goodwin.
- Are you looking for an internship?
- I remember you from The Roxy last year.
- She keeps going back, doesn't she? Is she gonna see...?
Thomas, is that the man that shot me?
- Someone from back then painted you and called you "My Katherine."
- The Jacob of this time is not a little boy, Katherine.
- He's delivering a ship for the war effort.
- I have a chance to actually bring him home!
- When has that ever worked?!
(soft piano music)
* We are the colors of the Earth *
* We are bodies of water *
* Stardust in our bones *
* We come from the mother **
- I'm old, not broken.
- Take away this man's chronic pain, and here's the thanks I get.
- Yeah, and she's also taking away my pride.
- And I am not taking sides.
- You should be out in the fields. Harvest is almost here.
Well, you can't bring in-- - You don't only have William.
You have me. And Katherine.
Besides, I made a promise to your son
that I would look after you until he returned, and I intend to keep it.
(horse neighing) (man): Whoa! Whoa!
(tense music)
- Katherine. Go to the pantry and stay there.
- Why? (knocking)
- Go!
- Cyrus. What a pleasure.
- Elijah. Miss Augustine. Good morning.
- To what do we owe this visit?
- Am I not allowed to check in on old friends, Miss Augustine?
I've been worried about how you're faring out here.
Do you need my men for harvest in Jacob's absence?
- You're kind. But no.
A Landry planted these crops, and a Landry will dig 'em up.
- Any news of Jacob's return? - Oh, he'll be home soon.
- I hope that's true, for all our sakes.
But especially you, Miss Augustine.
You must miss your beloved, dearly.
- Will that be all, Mr. Goodwin?
- Miss Augustine's quite right.
I shan't hold up your preparations for harvest any longer.
Elijah. - Cyrus.
(suspenseful music)
- I see your salves are still curing what ails.
(sniffs)
Truly, they're like magic.
Careful. If word got out about them, everyone would want a piece of you.
(balm clatters on table) (gasps)
Do send word when Jacob returns.
(door creaks) - I loathe Cyrus Goodwin.
He comes to the farm asking about Jacob as if he's owed answers.
- But why did you tell me to hide?
- 'Cause knowledge is power to Cyrus.
The less he knows about any of us, the better. Believe me.
Besides, I'm worried about Elijah enough as it is
without Cyrus in our business.
- Well, you're an amazing support to Elijah.
He's lucky to have you.
- Well, someone has to look out for him while we wait for Jacob to come home.
(Elliot): I can call or text, or there's even this addictive game called Snake.
- Your obsession with that thing is very 2024.
- Well, it's my first one. My summer house-sitting job paid crazy well.
- House-sitting? - Yeah, big place on the hill. Lingermore.
- Wait, that's Evelyn Goodwin's house, right?
- Yeah, she's vacationing in Europe and I'm just... checking on it
while she's away. Our families go way back.
Still, summer of 2002 sure has blown.
Just gotta get through Founder's Day, and then we're... And then we're good.
- That's about to happen in my time.
- Oh, well, sorry to hear that because it is the worst ever, but...
I mean, Kat and I used to decorate the gazebo,
and we'd listen to the band do their sound check, but...
That is over now.
- That's, um.... That's pretty special.
Well... I guess this is me.
- Maybe the next time we meet, Jacob will be home.
- Hmm.
The pond will always take you where you need to go, as you say.
- Yeah.
- I'm scared, Katherine, about Jacob.
He should be home by now, but there's been no word.
Not even a note about the ship he's returning on.
- Listen.
I promise you that I am doing everything that I can
to find Jacob. For both of us.
(soft music)
- Thank you.
(birds chirping)
- Yeah.
(water sloshes)
(gasps)
(sighs)
- Enjoying the view?
- I'm sorry, I was planning to wash up here as well,
but you're here, so I can't. So if you could please just hurry it up.
- Well, perhaps you can come back later.
Unless, of course, you want to join me. The water's lovely.
- Hmm. In your dreams, buddy.
- So you're Jacob's long-lost sister.
Oh, you thought it was a secret? Those don't exist in Port Haven.
Or at least they don't exist for me.
- Because you're in the business of knowing things, aren't you?
- Your brother happens to be a good friend of mine.
- Oh! Okay... Hmm, really?
I didn't think it was possible that you could have friends.
You know, with you playing both sides of the dumb coins you keep flicking.
- A word of warning, Miss...?
- Katherine. Kat.
- Don't make claims about people you don't know, Kat.
It could get you into trouble some day.
Make you disappear.
- You don't scare me, Mr. Coyle.
'Cause I know what you are.
You're a liar and a thief.
(scoffs) - You've got me all wrong.
- Oh.
- And I'm not in the business of knowing things.
No, I'm in the far safer business...
of getting things.
- Fine. Then get my brother.
- I'm working on it. - Good. Well, bath time is over.
- And here I thought you were a lady.
- And if you were any kind of gentleman,
then you would do as you're told.
Especially considering, you know, you shot me.
- I could've just left you floating face down in the pond.
But no, I hauled out your absurdly wet and heavy body.
(scoffs)
Carried you all the way into town on foot...
In fact, I don't think you ever thanked me for my heroic rescue.
- Why don't you just take your things... and go?
(soft music)
Paintbrushes?
- The pond is yours...
my Katherine.
I know, I know. Much better without clothes, right?
- Can you believe summer is over?
- Crops are ready for harvest.
Hank's time on the land is ending.
- Well, have you made any decisions yet?
Oh... Well, you let yourself have a little bit of fun before September responsibilities.
- Right. Fun at Founder's Day. - Oh, stop it.
The Committee and I are going all out this year,
back to the 1800s, the birth of our town.
The summer folk are gonna eat it up.
It's a perfect way to say goodbye to them for the season.
- Yes, and gouge them for their last dollar.
(laughing)
- Oh, speaking of which...
Da-da-da-da! For you to wear on the big day.
- Oh. They get bigger every year.
(chuckling)
- Oh, oh. Tss, tss, tss! Look, look, look.
Sam Bishop's working his way through all the single gals in the area.
Can't you just smell the desperation from here?
(laughing)
- Uh, hey, Monica, you're on the Founder's Day Committee.
- Mm-hmm.
- So, do you guys still...
get volunteers to decorate the gazebo for the event?
- Of course, why? Are you offering?
- Yeah, sign me up. - Perfect.
(door opens) Here's the toast of Founder's Day!
A 200th anniversary calls for 200 times the celebration.
Ready for the Augustine spotlight, El?
- Maybe not so much ready as... willing?
(chuckling) Uh, can I grab the usual to go, please?
- Here.
Before you go...
- "Ask me about my family."
Can't wait.
- So, we're behind on booking interviews for the Founder's Day edition.
Also, uh, summer's over, which means it's my last week because, um... school.
- Oh, right. - I wish I could stay here and keep working with you,
but I can't. - What's going on?
- That... scary red-headed lady who runs Founder's Day accosted me.
I have to make a presentation. - Rita said that?
- My grandmother left money to the town to build, like, a library or something,
and they want a Goodwin to present the check,
but when I told Big Red my dad couldn't do it, she forced it on me.
"Ask me about my family."
I don't know mine.
Not the founding family part.
I mean, I don't even know his name.
- Ah. Cyrus Goodwin.
- Yeah. I've gotta find my origin story.
Honor my ancestors.
- "Honor" is such a strong word.
- Yeah, but I think that's why I'm here.
I mean, to know where I came from.
(sighs)
(ominous music)
- Today's about celebrating our name, son. Our heritage.
Founder's Day is the one day a year
Port Haven finally gives us the respect we deserve.
It's the one day they remember we helped to found this town too.
- Ah.
(chuckles) - Man up, boy.
You should wear that with pride.
- So, I realized something.
Jake's message fits perfectly under that rip.
So, is he hiding it from someone?
- Honestly, Mom, I don't know.
- Someone from 1814 told me that if you messed with the wrong people,
they would make you disappear, so, is that what happened to Jacob?
I mean, is that why he's not in any of the history books?
- Who is giving you these ominous warnings?
- Forget it. I don't know anything.
- Well, we do know some things.
I mean, Jacob is an artist,
which means he painted your portrait, which means he comes home.
- Okay, but what if he wasn't the one that painted it.
(sighs)
Never... I'm sorry,
I'm just sitting here talking about myself.
What... Tell me about your trip.
- It was boring. You weren't even there.
- Promise me, please, that if you see anything unsettling,
that you will tell me, okay?
(Elliot): You guys up there? Dinner's ready!
- What is Elliot doing here?
- I invited him for dinner. Come on, Finn. Let's go.
- Oh!
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Mmm... So, Founder's Day.
I mean, you must be looking forward to it, Mom.
You loved it when I was growing up.
- You know what I'm looking forward to?
Having you and Alice there this year.
You're the real Landrys. I just put on the button.
- Come on, Grandma, you know that you're more Landry than any of us.
- I agree. - Oh! Um...
Monica roped me into volunteering for this,
but I am decorating the gazebo.
- Oh, that was always our thing!
Oh! You remember, like, we used to sit there and just listen to the band practice?
- Like our own private concert. - And the twinkly lights?
Yeah. Oh, it was... it was perfect.
(soft music)
She's so smart. And gifted.
You know, what Susanna knows about nature
and how to use it to heal, it is... it's inspiring.
I'm just, um, honored that she's letting me in on her secrets,
unlike another Augustine that I know.
- Kat... - No, come on.
How could you not tell me that Alice was there during that whole mess?
- Would it have helped to know earlier?
The pond is taking her there for a reason.
We just, you know, have to have faith that it's a good one.
- But do we?
'Cause I'm still waiting to find out why the pond thought
taking Jacob to the 1800s was a good idea.
- Speaking of which... (clears throat)
I did track down the ship manifest my dad obsessed over.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
- And? - I managed to narrow it down
to three ships Jacob could've taken to Port Haven
in the timeframe allowed.
But Jacob wasn't listed on any of the manifests.
- So another dead end. - Yeah.
- It's okay.
Actually...
Would you mind checking again,
and see if there's a Thomas Coyle listed.
- Who's Thomas Coyle?
- No one, it's just... it's a hunch.
- Sure.
(Colton): Alright, hang on, hold still, hold still. This is...
- Okay! - ...highly dangerous. There we go.
(Del laughing) There.
See? It's perfect.
Do you remember your first Founder's Day?
- Yes, I do. I hated it. (Colton scoffs)
I felt like a total imposter.
- Aw... You are a Landry all on your own, Delly.
(voice echoing): And you always will be.
- My grandmother kept some freaky stuff.
- Oh... kay. Uh, like?
- Execution records?
Did you know people were actually shot
in the town's early years for treason?
- Yeah, 1800s, they were, uh, pretty ruthless.
- I've been researching Cyrus Goodwin.
Turns out he was super cozy with the British during the War of 1812.
Built, like, a bunch of ships for their navy
and sent them to Upper Canada.
- Huh. - You okay?
- Sorry, it's just, uh... my relative, uh...
I think he helped build one of those ships and delivered it.
I just didn't realize that it was for Cyrus.
- And look at what the British gave Cyrus in return.
- Is that a diploma? - It's a Letter of Marque.
It let you steal and pillage anything from anyone,
all in the name of the game.
Did my family make their money this way?
Is this really what we're built from?
- I... Look, I don't know, okay?
But we make our own history.
Yes, yes, we can learn from the past,
but please don't let that define your future.
- I... I just... I want to say that...
Aside from finding out my family might totally suck,
my time with you here has been really amazing.
- It has. Oh!
We need to take a photo together.
Just so I can put it on the Herald.
- Are you sure? - Well, you're my first intern!
Come on! Oh, come on. - I shouldn't. Are you sure?
- Yes! - I kind of hate photos.
- Ah, well, you shouldn't because you're gorgeous. Ready?
Okay, three, two... (camera shutter clicks)
(bell on door ringing)
- Hey. Uh, your table's been missing you.
(phone dings) Oh, sorry. I have to...
- Let me guess, just coffee? - Oh, um, I got it.
And Monica, I found two other people who are interested in decorating the gazebo.
Don't worry, these two have done the job before.
- If you're doing what I think you're doing,
then, I'm all for it.
- So, I'll get you that coffee?
- Make it a large.
It's the end of the season, so I'm working double shifts.
- Wait, you have a job somewhere?
- Did you think I just spent my summers drifting aimlessly around town?
- Uh, yeah.
- I'll be at Boardwalk and Main tonight,
if you need proof of employment, I mean.
- Alright, Thomas Coyle.
Where are you...
whoever you are.
(Victor): Here, look, I found it!
Look, it's right here.
Black and white. Samuel Augustine,
our founding father.
He came over with the rest of them!
(chuckles) See?
We're just as good as the Landrys and the Goodwins.
- Right. Yeah, I get it. What are you doing?
- You just wait.
It's our turn now.
(tense music)
- Oh, my God. Thomas Coyle.
(sighs) - Argh!
I can't get this stupid set to work.
- We just gotta find the bad bulb.
- Thank you for volunteering to help.
I always thought you hated Founder's Day.
- Wait... Didn't you volunteer and needed help?
That's what Alice told me.
- No... No, she said that you needed my help.
Did my daughter... - Set us up?
Yeah. She sure did. - Yeah.
(gasps)
(laughing)
- See?
Only took one small fix to get the whole thing glowing again.
(soft music) (footsteps approaching)
- Hey, excuse me? We're here for sound check.
- Oh, um... - Great.
Mind if we listen while we finish this up?
- Yeah, sure.
(chuckles)
(sighs)
- Hey! You made it.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
- So, um... You work for Wally?
- Yeah, I prefer "with" Wally, actually. He's my grandfather.
- Wow. How does it feel to be related to a celebrity?
- Uh, I'd feel a lot better if he'd stop giving me these night shifts.
Wow.
That's disgusting.
- What? I like it. Let me live.
So, do you... want to be a chef?
(scoffs) - God, no. Uh...
(chuckles)
I love my granddad, but I hate this job.
- So, what, you're just doing this until college starts?
I mean, you got that swimming scholarship in the US, right?
Sorry, I um, I don't normally log facts about people that I don't know,
it's just that they made such a big deal of it at graduation, so...
- Yeah, no, no, I know. I know they did. But, um...
I didn't get it. The scholarship.
- What? You're so good, though. At swimming.
- Well, here's the thing about being told you're awesome
all through small-town high school. It's a small-town high school.
Turns out, in the real world,
I was a very small fish in a very big pond, literally.
(chuckles)
- I'm sorry.
So, uh, what's next?
- Coffee at The Point tomorrow?
(chuckles) I don't know.
I don't know, that's the truth.
Okay, so...
Mustard on your fries.
- It's good. Don't knock it 'til you try it.
(soft music)
- Well...
That's the worst thing ever. (laughing)
- Can I get you anything else, Del? Piece of pie for dessert?
- That'd be the perfect ending to a solo date night.
- Gotcha. (bell on door ringing)
Evening! Sit wherever you'd like!
- Oh, thank you so much.
Del.
- Oh! Hi, Del.
What a coincidence.
- Good evening, Del.
- A very good evening, it seems.
- I'll, uh... - Yeah, yeah.
- So you're one of Sam's girls now.
- Oh, come on. When love comes a-calling,
who am I to ignore it? Wish me luck.
(clicks tongue)
- Feel free to join us, Del. - Oh, no, thank you.
I'm getting ready to head on home.
- One piece of rhubarb pie.
- Oh, remember, honey, I was gonna get that to go.
- Uh... Right! Let me put this in a container.
(band playing upbeat music) * You make me feel so good *
* Baby never change, but I know I should **
(whistling, cheering)
(chuckles) - Like old times, isn't it?
- Yeah! I mean, who needs a pond?
(soft music playing)
Oh! I thought we were reliving our youth, here.
Kid Elliot never asked me to dance.
- Well... he should've.
- Oh, that was smooth. That was good.
What are we doing, El?
- I don't know. I just want to live it, though.
- Well, apparently, Susanna's not the only Augustine that can cast a spell.
I am so grateful to have the both of you, in both eras.
That support, well, that's...
a lifesaver as I've been trying to navigate all of this.
- Sorry... Does Susanna know you're a time traveler?
- Yeah. - What?
- How could... How could you do that, Kat?
Letting her in on that secret. - Well, I needed help.
- But did you give any thought to what that might do to her life in her time?
- I didn't really have much of a choice.
Okay, she held me at knife point, she practically forced me to tell her.
- Why does this keep happening to us?
You used another member of my family!
- No, you have been a very willing part of this, okay?
Even when I tried to keep you out of it, you came to me. Do you remember that?
- Don't you see what bringing Susanna in on this will do to her?
I can say from experience, it will literally ruin her life, Kat!
- Just stop. You hide behind your talk of rules,
and the pond having its reasons,
but you have never lived it.
Okay, so don't you dare judge what you can't understand.
I don't know why you are always in such a mood on Founder's Day,
but how about you stop taking your family's insecurities out on me?
- I found Thomas Coyle, whoever he is.
He arrived on a ship called the Belladonna
on the first day of harvest, 1814.
Tell Jacob I said hi.
(soft music continues)
- Morning. (knocking)
Are you ready to go?
- Um... - What's that?
- It's Jacob. He's coming home. - What? What do you mean?
- Look.
- How do you know that Jacob is this Thomas Coyle?
- I know him in 1814.
He said that he was working on bringing Jacob home,
and I think this is how he's doing it.
- And when are you going back?
- Mom wants us there for Founder's Day.
And look, I really should be there for Elliot's speech too,
even though he and I are not on the best terms right now.
- So, my plan backfired, I guess?
- Why was there a plan in the first place? Why did you set us up?
- I want a purpose, Mom.
You have yours bringing Jacob home, and I don't know why I'm being sent where I am.
Elliot told me about the gazebo in 2002,
and I just thought it was the pond showing me how to get you two back together.
- But that's not on you to fix.
- Then just go, Mom! Go get Jacob, okay? What are you waiting for?
(sighs)
- Hey, you want to chat?
(Del exhales)
What's going on, Delly?
- I'm feeling like an imposter again.
How can I call myself a Landry when my Landry is gone?
And his land might be too.
I feel like I'm letting you down.
You would not be proud of me.
- I am proud of you every day.
Look at you. What you've done.
You've rebuilt our family.
You did that. (chuckles)
You brought our daughter home. - Mm-hmm.
- And her incredible granddaughter.
(sighs)
- She is amazing, isn't she?
- She is.
She reminds me of you.
You have everything to be proud of,
and so much more.
(upbeat country music)
* You make me feel so good *
* Baby never change but I know I should for you **
Here we go. - It's a little... intense.
- Rita's middle name.
We're in this together, right?
- Of course. Always.
- Oh, Del, Del, Del! Over here! Come on!
- Oh boy. - Good luck!
- And, uh, yeah, for the record, 1800s, nothing like this.
- Um, actually... I have to go,
but it's okay to choose 1814 over us today. - Okay.
(**)
- Hi!
The band's pretty good, huh? I dare you to go up and join 'em.
- I dare you to take off that dumb hat. (laughing)
(applause)
- JJ and the Pillars, everybody! Welcome!
Welcome to Port Haven Founder's Day!
A celebration of our town's history!
(cheering, applause) Woo!
This year, as you know, we lost a key part of it.
Evelyn Goodwin.
I am honored to have the youngest Goodwin here
to present a donation that will assure Evelyn's legacy.
Casey Goodwin! Where are ya, kiddo?
Oh, my goodness! Look at this!
(crowd cheering) - Go, Casey!
- What? Thank you so much!
(eerie music)
- Hi.
- H... Hi.
- I thought you'd be booking it to the pond by now.
- Well, I wanted to support my family.
And you.
- You didn't need to.
- Thank you for reminding me of where I need to be,
which is... not here.
(gasping, groaning)
(gasps) Oh, God. - Well, someone's in a hurry.
- Okay, please, just tell me,
has the Belladonna arrived? Is Jacob here?
- How do you know about the Belladonna?
- Why did Jacob use your name to come home?
What kind of trouble did you get my brother into?
- Oh, sorry, I...
You already knew so much, I just assumed that question was rhetorical.
(sighs) - Just...
- Look, Jacob wanted to deliver the boat to the navy himself
to make Elijah proud. - Cyrus Goodwin's boat.
- Yes.
But he couldn't afford the passage home.
I could, so I paid for it, hence why it's under my name.
Why are you looking at me like that?
- You did something good.
You helped my brother.
So... Thank you.
- Going so soon? - I have to go see Elijah.
- Well, the old man's out in the fields despite everyone's precautions.
He wouldn't miss the first day of harvest.
- It's the first day of harvest? - Yes.
- Then Jacob's coming home.
(sighs)
(tense music)
- Let's call to the stage Port Haven's most beloved Augustine.
Elliot Augustine!
Big round of applause! Elliot!
(cheering, applause)
Thank you.
Here. Okay.
- Hello. (clears throat)
Guess I'll just jump right in.
(exhales)
(ominous music)
- Well, let's hear it for Founder's Day 1999, huh?
Uh, up next we got a band that--
- Wait a sec! Mr. EmCee! - Hey...
- I'd love to say a few words.
- Sure, okay. What do you say, folks?
- Let's give it up for Colton Landry!
(cheering, applause) (woman): Yes, Colton!
- You know, Colton and I, we grew up together, you know?
But don't let that make you think that us founding families are buddy-buddy.
(Victor laughs) No, no. You see,
you got the Goodwins on top...
then the Landrys.
And then, way down at the bottom...
that's where they shoved us Augustines.
- Okay, I think that's enough. - See, Evelyn's in her mansion on the hill,
and Colton's on his acres of golden land,
while Victor's up to his waist
in fish guts out in the middle of the ocean!
- I think it's time to go. - Oh! Look at this, folks.
A Landry sure hates being out of the spotlight for long.
None of you folks have any idea, do you?
This town has treated my family like scum!
For 200 years!
- Okay. Okay, we're done. Come on.
- Let's go, Founder's Day!
(inhales sharply)
- It's no secret that my family's relationship to Port Haven is...
complex.
We weren't builders, like the Goodwins.
We weren't farmers, like the Landrys.
We observed.
But we wrote those observations down
and became the keepers of our town's history.
But generations pass,
and that contribution starts to feel less important.
- This weekend's always so hard on him.
- This name,
I know it was a burden for some.
Like it cast a big, defining shadow over their lives
and dictated how big... or small, that life could be.
But being an Augustine is not a shadow.
(sighs) It's a light.
By writing a story, we record what matters.
And we still do.
I do.
Because being an Augustine...
Yes, it's a responsibility.
But more than that...
...it's an honor.
(applause) Thank you.
- Well, that speech trumps Vic's, huh?
- Vic? - Elliot's dad.
A real mercurial one.
Elliot always bore the brunt of it all, especially around Founder's Day.
- Um... I have to go. Is that okay?
- Okay. Sure.
- Thanks.
- Oh well.
- Katherine! Come join us!
- There you go.
(sighs)
- Can I get an autograph too? - Hi, Sam.
- "Ask me about my family," huh?
Hmm. I'd rather ask about you, if you don't mind.
- What do you want to know? - Are you alright?
(sighs)
Is that... Is that too much?
- No, no, it's just, um...
nobody's asked me that in a while.
If I'm being honest,
I'm tired.
- Of? (Del scoffs)
- This, I guess. Playing the role.
- So don't! Rip that silly button off.
- Is it that easy for you?
You can just do whatever you want,
whenever you want, with whomever you want.
I don't have that luxury.
At least, not around here.
It's not that easy for me.
- I didn't mean to suggest it was easy, Del.
Not a lot of things worth doing are, are they?
I used to wear one of those buttons. Big city lawyer button.
Putting on that suit every day and go through the grind,
until one day I decided I'd had quite enough,
and I ripped off that silly button and never looked back,
and I have never felt so free in my life.
- Sounds like retirement to me, my friend. Whoop-dee-doo.
- You're not gonna let me get away with anything, are you, Del?
- Nope. - Good.
You want to get out of here?
- Yes. - Yeah?
(Del chuckles) - Yes. Oh, yes.
- Hey.
- Hi. Is Elliot home?
- You, uh, a friend of my boy's?
- Yeah, yeah, I am. - Well, it's nice to meet you, then. I'm Vic.
- Alice. Hi. - Huh.
So, Alice, does this mean you're gonna join us for Founder's Day?
I mean, it's only the biggest event of the year.
- Yeah, yeah. Uh, if that's what Elliot wants, sure.
- Alice?
Uh, what are you doing here? - Met your friend.
Well done, son.
Looks like you're an Augustine after all.
How about I get you two to the party? But uh, hey...
(clicks tongue) You take your time.
- Do you want to... get out of here?
- Yeah, I would, actually. Thank you.
Have you seen the new Austin Powers? Apparently, Beyoncé's in it,
while Kelly's off making crappy music with Nelly.
- That's the one where she's texting him on Excel, right?
- Yeah, yeah, you saw it. I thought I was the only one who noticed that.
- Hey, Elliot.
I didn't know about your dad.
About how he is.
And I never thought to ask, I'm... I'm so sorry.
- Just being here is enough.
Just don't tell Kat, please. Ever.
- How does she not know?
- She knows he's not around much, but she doesn't...
she doesn't know how bad it is.
- But she's your best friend.
You don't want to tell her about all this?
- No, I... I never want Kat to pity me.
She can like me or hate me, or maybe someday love me,
but never pity. I just... I couldn't stand that.
- Your secret's safe with me.
Let's go.
(soft music)
(birds chirping)
(rake thuds)
(ominous music)
(breathing heavily)
(Jacob): Puppy!
(water splashing)
- A boat! There's a boat on the harbor!
- Katherine. Jacob's' home.
- Is this where you bring all your girls?
- All of them?
Just how many girls do you think there are, Del?
- Don't count. We'll be here all week.
(Del chuckles)
- Well, the way I see it, you gotta dip your toe in the water before you swim.
And I still want to swim.
Don't you?
(Del chuckles)
- What in heaven's name are you doing?
- Well, all this talk of swimming's made me want to just dive right in.
- You can't be serious. Put your clothes back on.
- Come on, Del, just look at that water, it's perfect.
Something about the ocean, I don't know what it is.
(pants zipping) So fast, so immense.
You know what it is?
It's liberating.
- It's freezing!
- Come on, don't you want to swim, Del?
(sighs)
That's it!
This is life, Del! Woo!
You're gonna love this! Woo!
(chuckling)
Dell, come on!
Come on! That's it!
(laughing) - Woo!
Woo! (laughing)
(indistinct chatter)
- Look! There they are!
(panting)
(tense music)
- This is it, Katherine. I know it.
(panting)
(gasps)
- Jacob.
Jacob!
(breathing heavily)
(horse neighing)
- You! Jacob Landry!
You're under arrest for treason!
- Wait, what? Wait!
(shouting) (Kat): Jacob, no! Wait!
(grunts) Don't you take him!
(shouting)
- Hey! (gasping)
- Jacob! Leave him be!
(grunts) - No!
- Jacob!
(sobbing)
(tense music)
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