02x06 - How to Save a Life

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Previously, on The Way Home...

Don't you wanna swim, Del?

- Whoo!
- It's certainly odd

Jacob took so many sh*ts
of the pond.

Why would he hide these?

Only a fool would steal
from Cyrus Goodwin.

If you're hiding something,

I have a myriad of ways to make
that problem disappear.

A boat!

There's a boat in the harbour!

Look! There they are!

This is it, Katherine.

Jacob...

Jacob!

[swelling music]

Jacob!
[grunts]

[horse neighing]

[Katherine]: No!

[yelling, crying]

Thomas Coyle!

This is your doing!
[panting]

The reason they took Jacob!

Say it, you coward!

What just happened?

Why did these soldiers
take Jacob?

Enough! Go after them!

- Where did they take him?
- They're the king's soldiers.

They must be taking him
to the jail.

Get my son! Go!

[tense music]

Before we go further,
you need to tell us the truth...

a truth I'm afraid
I already know.

It was one thing to involve
my father, but Jacob?

Enough!
I'll speak for myself.

I may not have been
entirely honest

about the situation with Jacob.

Wait. What do you mean?

Yes, I arranged for his
passage on The Belladonna.

But I may not have done it
just out of

- the goodness of my heart.
- [scoffs]

I asked Jacob to do a task for
me while he was in Upper Canada.

In exchange for passage home
under my name.

- And he agreed.
- And by task, you mean...?

Merely skimming off the top
of a shipment of goods

due to the British army
and selling them for me.

The British love their rum,
and I know how to procure it.

So, you asked Jacob
to steal rum

from your own illegal shipment?

To make an even tidier profit
for yourself. Isn't that right?

How could you take advantage
of him like that?

And you!

You knew about this
and you didn't tell me?

I knew about
Thomas' business dealings,

but not of Jacob's involvement.

Why would he even agree
to help you?

The more questions you ask,

the more time we waste
on getting him back.

I will never
forgive you for this.

[eerie music]

[pounding on door]

Where is my brother?

I demand to see him!

[knocking]
Guard!

[lock clangs]

Jacob Landry's being held
prisoner here.

He would have been brought in
earlier today by soldiers.

There's no Jacob Landry here.
Never has been.

Nor would there have been
any soldiers visiting!

Then where is he?
Where did they take him?

Answer me! No!

They must have gone directly
to St. John's.

To hand him over to the Crown.

Oh, God! I'm losing him
all over again. [panting]

You have to calm yourself.

You are no good to any of us
here in this state.

- You have to go home.
- No! I am not leaving!

- No, we're gonna find him!
- Maybe there's something

in all your research back home

that will help us
to locate him.

I told you, Jacob's not
in any of the history books

or records of Port Haven.

He's with the Crown, now.

They are the ones in command
of the story, Katherine.

Maybe now you know
where to look.

Execution records.
Did you know people

were actually sh*t in the town's
early years for treason?

I do need to go. Now.

[swelling music]

[birds chirping]

- Morning.
- Morning.

There's scrambled eggs
on the stove.

You were out late last night.

This coming from the girl
who disappeared on me

- yesterday afternoon.
- Founders Day. Right.

Sorry for ditching you.

That's okay.
I had quite the nice night.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Yes, this is Del Landry.
May I ask who's calling?

Yes... this is his mother. Was.

Now what's this about Jacob?

I see... and, uh...
when will you let me know?

No, I understand.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Are... are you okay?

The police found something
further up the coast.

They... have reason
to believe it might be Jacob.

They have to run some tests.

What? No. That's impossible.

[sighs] That's not the first time
I've gotten one of these calls.

There's been others.
None of them useful.

It's okay, sweetheart.

There's nothing we can do.
We just wait. We wait.

Let me get my car keys.

- I will give you a ride to school.
- Uh, no, th-that...

that's okay.
Elliot said he'd drive me.

We have to talk about
a school project

that we're starting, so...

Okay, well...
I'll get you some breakfast.

[knocking rapidly]

Is it possible to just knock
like a normal person?

- I need to talk to you.
- Oh?

Do you have another
brilliant matchmaking plan

that you're willing
to share with me?

Well, sorry, your last one
was a total failure.

Also, please don't
do that again... thanks.

Fine, whatever. But...

Del just got a phone call

from the police about Jacob.

What about Jacob?

[tense music]

[phone ringing]

You see, Del?

That could be another
possible lead.

And one of them is bound
to be right!

We're getting our boy back!

Because a Landry
never gives up hope.

Hello?

What do we do, Elliot?
This is so wrong!

We both know it's not Jacob!

Mom is back there waiting
for his boat to come in.

Those forensics people
can't have possibly found him!

So what should I tell Del?
Do I tell her the truth?

There's no truth. Not yet.

Besides, do you think Del
would even believe it?

Poor Del.
You can't say or do anything.

You can't get her hopes up.
It's not even certain

that Kat's gonna find Jacob,
let alone bring him back.

I'm sorry,

but we have to be realistic.

[phone chimes]

It's Mom. She's back.

What's the news?
Did she find him? Where is she?

Okay, I'm just asking.
One second.

[phone chimes]

She's at the Herald. That's not
good. She wouldn't be there if...

- Tell her I'll meet her there.
- I... I'm coming with you!

[sighs]

Casey...
Where did you put it?

[soft mysterious music]

[sighs]

[muttering]

Not here...

Okay...

[exhales]

Thank God.

[sighs]

Mom?

- Did you find him?
- Yes.

- You mean you actually saw him?
- Yeah.

You... spoke to him?

No, I... I didn't get
the chance.

Uh, he was...
arrested by soldiers.

Soldiers? Why?

They just took him away.

[phone ringing]

[sighs]

God! The Herald's printer
keeps calling.

"So, where's the Founders Day
edition? We have a deadline!"

And I just... I mean... Ha!

So apart from trying to save
my brother in the 19th century,

I also have to have a newspaper
printed and published.

Which means that I have
to find all the photographs

and all of the articles
and put everything together

by tonight. And I... just...

can't.

I am... I'm exhausted.

I'll get the edition out.

- Just tell me what needs to be done.
- Yeah. I... I'll help.

Come on, forget
about the paper, Kat.

We'll handle it.
This is your little brother.

You need to do... whatever you
can to make sure he's safe.

Hmm...

[door closes]

Oof...

You look like something
the cat dragged in.

Yeah, I, uh...
had to pull an all-nighter.

I gotta get that
Founders Day edition out, right?

How can you write
a whole paper

on something when
you were barely there?

[groans]

[soft music]

[mysterious music]

Now, that's no way to speak
to Cyrus Goodwin, I'm afraid.

I don't... know mine.
The founding family part.

Jacob!

Where did they take him?

It was Cyrus Goodwin.

[swelling emotional music]

[exhales]

[birds chirping]

And you think that this key
Jacob found when he was a kid

is gonna help you find him now?

I know. It sounds insane.

And it might not help.

But it's a Goodwin key.
That's their emblem!

And those soldiers
that claimed to be British,

they had that emblem
on their boots!

So I think... Cyrus took Jacob

and then he had his men
dress in disguise

so that it wouldn't
implicate him.

But why?

It was Cyrus's ship.

I saw him in the woods,
accusing Thomas

of stealing from him.
So maybe

they were partners in it. You know?
Thomas stole the rum,

Cyrus provided the ships...

and then they sold it
to the British together.

But Thomas wanted more...

so he had Jacob
steal from Cyrus.

And then Cyrus went after Jacob.

Is this the same Thomas
you told me about?

The guy who's working
to bring Jacob home?

Yes, the one who sh*t me.

What? Mom,
you didn't tell me that!

No, it... it's okay.
Alright? Don't worry.

Just... please.
I-I have to go back.

Mom, you... you can't.
Not right now.

Why?

Because Del got a phone call
from the police.

They think they've found traces.

It could be Jacob.

God, but we...
We both know that it's not.

We know that, but she...
she doesn't.

Ugh... God, I wish
I could just tell her.

I know, but we can't, right?

- We don't know Jacob's fate yet.
- I am so close.

Ali, I'm so close to bringing
him back.

And, and giving Mom her answers

and maybe, hopefully, her son.

So, please.

Okay, I have to go back.
It might already be too late.

Okay.

I guess you're right.

Please promise me

that you'll look
after your grandma.

Okay? Just until I'm back.

Yeah. Okay.

What are you up to?

Just keeping busy.

Trying to take
my mind off things.

Alice just told me
about the phone call.

I remember those calls.

You know, and how every time
that phone rang,

we were hoping for something,
for anything.

And just, all the leads
and the calls, they just came...

They were useless.

- Hmm.
- Um...

I'm so sorry, I-I-I have
to get back to work

and get that paper out.

But it's gonna be okay.

I promise.

Thanks, dear.

- Love you, Mom.
- And I love you too, sweetie.

[mysterious music]

Susanna!
How much time have I lost?

How long has it been
since they took Jacob?

- Only a day.
- Oh, thank God! How's Elijah?

He has a cracked rib.

I'm tending to him
as best I can.

Did you find anything?

Yes. I think I know
who took Jacob.

And it wasn't
the king's soldiers.

It was Goodwin's men!

And you knew it!

You stood there on the beach

while they dragged Jacob away
and you did nothing!

Well, soldiers and I
don't really get along.

You knew that
they weren't soldiers!

I didn't. It wasn't until
we got to the jail

- that I began to suspect.
- I don't believe you.

Okay? You and Cyrus
work together.

So he thought that
you were stealing from him,

and you let Jacob
take the fall, didn't you?

And I...

I told you that Jacob
was coming home.

So did you warn Cyrus?

Is that how his men knew
to be on the beach?

You really think
that little of me?

Yes! Yes, I do!

Well, believe of me
what you wish. But know this:

When Goodwin is wronged,

he metes out his own
kind of justice.

I've been up to the estate,
I've sussed things out.

I believe Jacob is alive

and imprisoned somewhere
in Cyrus' house.

I don't know exactly where.
But I do know

we won't be able to get at him.

He'll be under lock and key.

You mean a key like this?

[dishes clinking softly]

Have you, um... heard
from the people who called?

No. I'm trying
to put it out of my mind.

Do you think, um... that...

you'll be okay alone
for a little while?

I just have to head out
and work on a science project.

Of course, sweetheart.
You do what you need to do.

If you, um, need anything,
I'm just a phone call away.

Sorry.

It's okay. I'll see you later.

[high-pitched trilling]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Yes, this is Mrs. Landry.
How can I help you?

What?

You think you saw him?

What?

Please don't say that.

- Please... don't say that.
- Shh, shh, shh...

- Who is it?
- It's a psychic.

- A psychic?
- Yes.

Hey! You listen to me!

This is Colton Landry!
How dare you call this number?

What's wrong with you?

You keeping this line busy
when someone with real news

might be trying to get through!
How dare you?

You call this number again,

and I'll report you
to the police.

Do you understand me?

- Colton...
- What is it?

She said she saw him
and that he was in the water

- and he couldn't get out...
- No.

And he was sinking
into green darkness,

- and she said...
- Shh, shh...

Colton, she said that...

She said that he was
calling my name.

- Calling my name, Colton.
- Oh no.

- Delly, no.
- [Del crying]

[sighs]

[horse neighing]

Come on, one more time.
Come on!

Just one more try.

Okay. Come on in. Right?

Okay. Whoops, over here.

Oh, hey. Come on. Why do you
have to be so stubborn?

What, did you bewitch him?
He won't listen to a word I say.

I forgot you were coming.

Oh, yeah, the renovations
are finished. Finally. So...

I though, well, I can
take him off your hands.

Just having a little trouble...

- May I help you?
- Please.

- Thanks.
- Here you go.

I know, good boy.

Huh? Yeah, you're giving him
a hard time.

It's okay. Yeah.

You're a good boy.

[sighs]

[phone ringing]

Oh, Sam, can you...
can you take him?

I've got to...
I've got to get this call.

- You alright?
- Yeah, yeah. It's just,

I have to get it. Sorry.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

What?

No, I don't want to buy
anything you're selling!

And how dare you tie up
this line!

I am waiting
for a very important call.

Don't you call back!

[sighs]

Del?

What's going on? Talk to me.

Oh.

[sighs]
It's...

Something that happened
to my family a long time ago.

Yeah.
I heard all about that.

You don't have to tell me
about it if you don't want to.

So I've actually come
to a decision.

My horse hates me.
But he loves you.

So, why don't I just
leave him here,

and I'll continue to pay.

[chuckles]
Well...

that'd suit me just fine.

I'd miss him.

[chuckles]

And, um...

About the call...

There... may be some new evidence
pertaining to my son.

Del, I can't pretend
to understand

what you've been through.

[sighs]
I won't try.

But I will say this:

If you ever need me,
I'll be here.

Um...

Would you like to stay for...
for a glass of wine?

I'd be delighted.
[chuckles]

I have a good idea
of where Jacob is being held

on the Goodwin estate.

I just need the time to get him.
So what can you give me?

Nothing.
Why should we trust you?

All I have on hand
is Jimson weed.

It's powerful,
but it won't k*ll.

- It can knock a person out, but...
- That's good. That's good.

We'll do that. Go get it.

You don't get
to order her around. What is...

Susanna,
we can do this ourselves.

- I have the key!
- You have nothing

without my help.
I know these men,

and more importantly,
they know me.

We'll lace my rum,
and I'll put them down.

- Thomas.
- Jimson weed is not exactly...

But what of Cyrus?
The rum will handle his lackeys.

But he never joins
the rank and file.

I can occupy him.

It's the only way.

[sighs]
I may have refused Cyrus,

but he won't refuse me.

Wait... what?

Cyrus and I...
we were betrothed.

But you're engaged to Jacob.

I am now.
But when my father was alive,

he was worried that I
had yet to find a husband.

So, he made a deal with Cyrus.

Two founding families
united as one.

The wedding date was set,
and then...

Father passed, and I broke off
the engagement.

Because of your love
for Jacob.

No. No, Jacob and I
do love each other,

but our engagement,

our marriage will be one
of convenience.

He was protecting me, Katherine.

Cyrus is a man to hold a grudge.

Especially when
he's been scorned.

All the more reason
to rescue Jacob, and fast.

I'm sure his capture
wasn't just about the theft.

And I'm sure that you would
love to shift the blame here,

but that is not happening.
Cyrus is smart. Right?

If Jacob just so happens
to escape when you are with him,

he's gonna link that,
and he's gonna

recognize you as a decoy.

You'd be run out of town,
or worse.

So, we go back to my plan.

I will handle this on my own.

We drug his henchmen,
I avoid Cyrus and I find Jacob.

No. You can't leave
the men alone!

I tried telling you before.

Jimson weed is unpredictable.

But you said it would work!

But... how much
it affects someone,

it depends on their size
and dose.

If they wake and you're gone,
you'll be implicated.

Neither one of you
can do this on their own.

You need a third.
You need me.

Thomas, you need to drug
Cyrus' men and stay with them.

Susanna,
you need to distract Cyrus.

And I will find Jacob!

If Goodwin's men
find a stranger on the property,

they will k*ll on sight.

What if I didn't
look like a stranger?

What are you doing?

Do you have dresses
that are similar?

I do. In my trousseau.

But... they're not
exactly dresses.

[sighs]

So, uh...

I don't know how this layout
program actually works.

Could you go online and maybe
find a manual or something?

Sure.

[soft emotional music]

_

- Hey, do you remember this?
- Huh?

This thing that happened
at Lingermore.

Yeah, I do.

Uh, happened the fall
after I graduated from college.

Kids completely
wrecked the place.

- A party gone wrong.
- Didn't you used to house sit

at Lingermore, back then?

I only worked for Evelyn
in the summer.

"Shame on the youth
of Port Haven.

"I condemn their conduct.

It's a blot on our society."

Yikes, she was mad.

Well, she had the right to be.

Hey, any luck on that manual?
Running out of time.

Uh, yeah...

[mysterious music]

[insects chirping]

[door creaking]

Thanks for the company.
It... was a nice distraction.

Well, thank you
for the lovely glass of wine.

And for looking after
that unruly horse of mine.

[chuckles]

And Del, I...

I do hope for all the best.

Yeah. You, too.

[door closing]

[sighs]

[echoing phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

[phone continues ringing]

Hello?

Sorry. Please, don't call again.

At least, there aren't as many

of those kinds of calls
as there used to be.

[exhales]

- Hi.
- Hi.

[laughs]

Sam dropped by.
He's gonna leave Stormy here.

That's good. I'm glad.
You love that horse.

Yeah...

Things will get better,
Grandma.

I just know it.

- I feel so naive.
- Why?

[sighs]
Jacob's memorial,

I thought it would...

bring closure.
It doesn't stop, does it?

There's not an answer to what
happened to my boy, and...

there will always be questions.

There will always be calls.

Why don't you get rid
of the phone?

No. No, honey,
we can't do that.

Why?

We didn't keep the landline

for calls like the one
I received.

We kept because...

it's the only number
that Jacob knew.

In case...

In case he ever
wanted to call us.

[foreboding music]

[knocking]

Thomas...

[boisterous laughter]

Gentlemen, gentlemen,
gentlemen...

May I congratulate you
on your splendid performance

down at the Cove.

It was quite the show!

You all looked every inch

the stoic,
law-abiding soldiers.

Didn't suit you at all.

Truly, I appreciate you lads
letting me in.

I know my name has been
a little sullied.

More than sullied, mate.

Cyrus wants
your head on a pike.

I know, I know...

I had no idea that fool
Jacob Landry

was skimming off
your army shipment.

But I am here to make amends.

And I've brought
my very best rum to do so.

From my own private stock.

Far superior to that swill
I sold to your boss

to give to the British.

[chuckles]

Cheers. So come!
[claps hands]

Let's drink and make merry.

Allow me to, uh...

do right by you all.

To health and wealth.

[knocking]

Susanna Augustine.

- Why might you be here?
- To see Cyrus. Why else?

[laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

[whistling, catcalling]

My, my...

Come, friend!

- Drink up!
- Yes. Raise a glass with us.

Obliged, but first,

I must deliver the lady
to Goodwin.

[men laughing]

Oh, no, we mustn't
keep Goodwin waiting.

Gentlemen! Drink!

To Cyrus!
To the night! To us all!

Cheers to that, gentlemen.

Cheers! Drink!

[indistinct chatter]

[tense music]

[exhales sharply]

Come with me.

- Hey, Thomas?
- What?

What are we doing?

- Go downstairs.
- What?

Why?

You wanna find Jacob,
don't you?

Thomas! Thomas!

[footsteps approaching]

Someone here to see you, sir.

Well, well...
what have we here?

I've... brought us
some supper.

You may go.

Ah...

Tsk, tsk, tsk...

So you've come to your senses.

Your precious Jacob
is dragged away by the British,

and here you are.

Less than a day later.

It makes me worry
about your loyalty.

Don't be worried, Cyrus.

Be flattered.

A toast?

To what should be
an excellent night.

[mysterious music]

Jacob?

You're not Susanna!
Who the hell are you?

- I, uh...
- [thud, grunts]

Why aren't you with Cyrus?
This isn't part of the plan.

You're welcome.
You'd be dead without me.

Cyrus is passed out
from the rum.

Not ideal,
but this means you and I

can search for Jacob together.

Well, how did you
even find me?

I know these tunnels
like the back of my hand.

- My father and Thomas used them.
- Used them for what?

Smuggling.

So? Shall we?

[metal clanging]

Okay...

[♪♪]

This might actually work.

[men moaning, snoring]

[inhales sharply]

[gasps loudly]

Susanna!

[tense ethereal music]

Okay...

Jacob?

Try this one.

Jacob?

[Cyrus]: Susanna!
Where have you gone?

I told you. Jimson weed
is not entirely dependable.

Susanna!

Okay...

Susanna!

[eerie music]

Susanna?

[gasps]

- [Susanna whispers]: Cyrus...
- Huh?

[pants]

Cyrus...

Cyrus...

- [laughter]
- Cyrus...

Cyrus...

- Cyrus!
- Ah!

Be still, witch!

Go warn Thomas.
I'll look for Jacob.

Okay.

[Cyrus]: Where are you, witch?!

Jacob... Jacob...

[grunts]

[sighs]

Please...

[exhales deeply]

Okay...

Oh, God.

[ominous music]

Oh, my God!

Oh... Jacob!

Oh, my God.

You're okay.

You're okay. It's gonna be okay.

[phone ringing]

[gasps]

Hello?

Yes.

I see.

Thanks for letting me know.

[exhales]

It's not Jacob.

[shaking:] Oh, God...

[sobs]

I shouldn't have gotten
my hopes up.

Were you hoping
the police were right?

I just want an answer.

And... to take away
the memories.

Oh, Alice, there's been
so many calls! They torment me.

There was this one call...
it was horrible.

And I reacted terribly.

Ah...

I said...

I said such horrible
things to Kat.

If I could go back...

I would take back
all those words.

What do you need?
I'm here. What can I do?

Just hold me.

Please don't leave me.

Oh, God...

You're gonna be okay.

I really need you
to wake up now.

We gotta get you home.

Get up, you idiots!

Get moving!

- Huh?
- What?

We have an intruder!

Katherine?

Oh, my poor Jacob.

- Is he...
- No, he's breathing.

Alright. Things haven't
worked out quite as expected.

Cyrus' men are conscious.

There's no way we can get Jacob
out of here in time.

We need a new plan.

Hopefully,
a better one this time.

I'll be the decoy.

I'll distract Cyrus' men
while you get Jacob to safety.

No. You're not doing that.

It's su1c1de.

No.

Katherine is right.

You want to hand her over
to this lot?

- They'll k*ll her.
- Cyrus! He has to see me.

Okay, that way, he knows
that neither of you,

especially Susanna,
had anything to do with this.

I have a place that I can go
to be safe.

So don't worry about me.

[sighs]
Thomas...

You need to go back
to Cyrus' men.

They can't have any idea
that you were the one

to drug them. Go! Go!

If you don't find her,

I'll have your heads
on a platter.

[gasps]

You are not Susanna.

You stole Susanna's face,
didn't you?

You're a witch!

You have bewitched us all.

Men! She's here!

The woman in white!
Get her!

[men shouting]

[panting]

[man]: There she is!

Get her!

Don't let the witch get away!

After her!

[men shouting]

Get the witch!

- [indistinct shouting]
- Stop her!

[Kat panting]

[shouting]

We're gonna get you!

Get the witch!

I see her! sh**t her!

- [g*nsh*t]
- Apologies!

[panting]

[men shouting]

- We're gonna get you!
- There she is!

Stop the witch!

I'll be back for you, Jacob.

I promise.

She's down there!

[ominous music]

Where is she? Where'd she go?

- Do you see her?
- She's vanished.

[men talking indistinctly]

What do we tell Cyrus?

[swelling music]

[mysterious music]