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?!

* 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.

Whoa! Whoa!

- Katherine. Go to the pantry and stay there.

Why?

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.

- I see your salves are still curing what ails.

Truly, they're like magic.

Careful. If word got out about them, everyone would want a piece of you.

Do send word when Jacob returns.

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.

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.

Thank you.

Yeah.

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.

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.

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?

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.

Oh, speaking of which...

Da-da-da-da! For you to wear on the big day.

- Oh. They get bigger every year.

- 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?

- 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.

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?

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.

- 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.

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.

Never... I'm sorry,

I'm just sitting here talking about myself.