Amazing Stories

This is beautiful.

- Sam! - Yeah.

Ready?

Oh, man. This is in rough shape.

Just needs a little love. Come on.

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?

No power.

Let's find the breaker. It's probably in the cellar.

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.

It's really cool.

Hey, what time do you think we're gonna be done tonight, by the way?

- Here you go. - Thank you.

Cheers. Here's to that.

Hi, Francesca?

- Sam? - Yep. Yep.

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 my brother's fault.

So, you're "guy who blames his brother"?

Yeah, sometimes.

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?

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.

- 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?

No. I'm actually kinda loving it.

So did you think any more about my suggestion?

- 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 can 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 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.

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...

Ah, damn it.

- Ready? - Yeah.

- Jake, grab the door. - Got it.

Damn it. The breaker.

I got it. I got it. Hang on.

Jake? Hey, Jake, the breaker's on.

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--

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 can't go up there!

Jake!

Jake!

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?

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!

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.

Excuse me.

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.

Actually, those are mine.

Sorry, I knocked, but no one was at the front door--

And who might you be?

Sam.

Sam Taylor. I was friends with your son.

I loaned him those records. I was just 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 very kind of you, but I'm 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?

Sorry, is there, 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.

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--

Okay. Here, this. This, look, see? See this?

That's you, isn't it?

Where do you think I got this?