All language subtitles for The.Way.Home.S02E05.Long.Time.Gone.EAC3.2.0.1080p.WEBRip.x265

- Previously, on The Way Home.

- 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!

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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