- Jacob!
I wanna stay here and keep searching!
- Just listen to your mom and go home. Now!
- Fine.
- I can't find him. He's gone.
- I walked Jacob home. He was safe.
Why didn't it work?
(Alice): It's you that I saw.
How long have you been lying to me?
- I'm so sorry. Come here, baby. Come here.
- No! (crying)
(sighing)
- Alice.
Alice, please.
Alice, wait!
Please!
Listen! Hey, honey, listen.
I'm sorry that I didn't tell you that I've been using the pond
but we need to talk. Okay? About Jacob.
(owl hooting in distance)
- Now you wanna talk?
- Honey, look at me, please.
Alice.
No!
(sighing)
(search team): Jacob! Jacob! Jacob!
- Jacob! Jacob!
- Jacob! - Jacob!
- Elliot. - What happened?
- Oh, my God. Wha... - You're soaking wet.
Are you okay?
- Uh, I... I was searching.
Where's Kat?
- She's at the house. - Okay.
- Uh, Alice. It's...
It's just family.
- I am family.
(dramatic music)
(Colton): He's not even four feet tall, he's probably,
I don't know, 44 inches?
- What about this one?
It's his school photograph.
- No, it's too stiff. It's not our Jake.
- This one?
- We're gonna find him.
- If there's anything else that we could tell you, I mean,
you can call us anytime.
- Kat, I'm so sorry. I...
I did everything I could and I still couldn't, I...
(whispering): I'm so sorry. - Alice.
My brother is missing.
This isn't about you.
- Alice.
I'm sorry, but I think maybe you should leave.
(soft music)
(door opening)
(door closing)
(insects chirping)
(tense music)
(door opening)
- At some point, we are gonna have to talk.
- Why would I wanna talk to you about anything?
- I... I know I kept this massive thing from you
and I am sorry, but...
you kept a lot from me too.
- Did she eat yet?
(sighing) - Bits and pieces,
but not really.
- I don't get it. Did something happen?
- Uh, no, no. It's...
You know, I mean, kids need mental health days too,
so I'm just trying to let Alice have hers.
Um, so how are you feeling about this whole exhibition thing?
Are you ready for this?
- As ready as I'll ever be.
Just goes to show you that no good deed goes unpunished.
Monica feels guilty for accusing me
of ripping down the carnival posters, so...
this is how she's trying to make it up to me.
It put me completely on the spot.
- She's honouring you, Mom.
And it's okay to feel nervous.
- Earl grey with honey.
- Thank you.
(sighing)
I'm trying to give Alice her space,
you know, but it's so hard when I know
exactly what she's going through.
- And how are you doing?
(sighing)
- I can't stop thinking about him.
I talked to him, El.
I heard his little voice.
I dropped him off and I thought that I would have
so many more conversations with him.
As adults, as friends.
- You got to have one more moment with him, Kat.
I know that's not what you wanted,
but it's still a gift.
(sentimental piano music)
- No, that feeling...
That is not a gift.
So yeah, I'm done.
The past can just...
stay in the past.
- I told your mom she puts on too much mayo.
- It's not the mayo. I'm just... not hungry.
- I won't stay long. I just...
need to be sure you aren't collecting flies.
(laughing)
- No flies. Just dust.
- Hmm.
Well, I don't know what's going on, sweetheart.
What calls for a mental health day,
but maybe if you come help me in the studio,
it'll get you out of your funk.
Or at least, give your sheets a break.
(laughing)
- I just...
I kind of wanna be alone.
- Ah. I get that.
Being alone is less complicated, less messy.
But life is messy!
So best get on with it. Come on! Come on!
Come on! It'll be fun.
- Hey, boss. So, what do you got for me?
(door closing) I am more than ready
to throw myself into a big, juicy story.
- Uh, take a seat, Kat.
(chuckling) - Last time someone told me
to take a seat, I was getting fired.
Are you firing me?
- I'm really sorry, Kat,
but your focus isn't here
and the quality of your work is declining.
- Excuse me?
- Your piece on the lobster social, it was...
it was underwhelming.
Also, I left you a message a couple of days ago
about doing a piece on the carnival vote,
and you've yet to get back to me.
I was already stretching the budget bringing you on.
- Okay. Uh...
(scoffing) Well, that's...
That's it, then. Yeah?
- Just... - Yep. Right there.
Okay.
- Oh. Wait a second.
- Yeah?
- I'm gonna need all the articles you took
from the archives back.
- Of course.
Uh, okay.
(door closing)
- Those turned out a little smaller than I had hoped.
- Could be good for jewelry, though.
Like a little trinket bowl or something?
- That's a good idea.
That's the thing about pottery. It's open for interpretation.
- How'd you get into all of this?
- Oh.
Well, this used to be our family room.
And then, after everything happened,
I needed to make it my own.
Find something.
Pottery is calming.
It became my therapy.
It gets me out of my head.
I'd love to teach you.
(chuckling) If you'd like to learn.
Just put your hands in here and get them a little bit damp.
- Okay. - And then, I want you
to take your wrists and put them together
so it gives you a foundation.
- Mm-hmm. - Yeah, and then,
take these two fingers and put them inside,
and this on the outside. Yeah, just like that.
And kind of just put a little pressure,
a little bit of pressure. - Like that?
- Yeah, that's perfect. (laughing)
Good job, look at you! - Thank you!
- Ah, it's great!
- You know, people think pottery
is about spinning wheels and sexy ghosts,
but it's about the clay.
It's like anything in life.
You approach it with kindness and patience.
It may not turn out like you planned,
but it may be for the best.
(door closing)
(soft music)
(sighing)
(crying)
- Sweetheart. Hey, hey.
A Landry never gives up hope.
(sighing)
(deep breath)
(mysterious music)
(birds chirping)
- Morning. - Morning, Katherine.
- Hey, um, Mom, I was just wondering,
uh, do you know anybody with the initials M.S.?
- No, I don't think so. Why?
- Well, I was tidying up the cellar.
- Well, I hope you took down that god-awful board.
- Yes. Yes, I did.
But I found this note
in the pocket of one of Dad's old shirts.
I was just wondering, do you recognize this?
- Uh, no. I... I don't know what that is.
- Mom, you barely looked at it.
- I don't need to look at it.
I don't know everything that your father did. I...
Maybe he was buying farm equipment.
Now please, Katherine, it's first thing in the morning,
I'm gonna go take your daughter for breakfast.
- I know when Mom's hiding something.
- It's a 20-year-old note. It is nothing.
- We don't know that!
Look, I mapped out the address and there's no listing.
But it did give me a location.
It's on some back road outside of town.
- You just went through a traumatic event with Jacob.
Alice is heartbroken and you were fired yesterday.
Is it possible you're just distracting yourself?
- I'm an experienced journalist
who knows when she doesn't have the full story.
- You said you were done with the past.
(sighing)
- "The past is never dead.
It's not even past." - Wow.
Bringing up the Faulkner.
- Look. If this note isn't anything,
then there's no harm in you coming with me
to find out where it leads.
- Are you serious? - Come on! Just call in a sub.
Teachers do it all the time.
(both sighing)
Look, I could really use your company. Okay?
And the old mixed CDs that you used to burn.
(laughing)
(* All For You * by Sister Hazel)
* Finally, I figured out *
* But it took a long, long time *
* Now, I'll never turn about *
* Maybe 'cause I'm trying *
(laughing)
* There's been time I'm so confused *
* And all my roads Well, they lead to you *
* I just can't turn and walk away *
* It's hard to say what it is I see in you *
* Wonder if I'll always be with you *
* Words can't say And I can't do *
* Enough to prove It's all for you *
* And I thought I'd seen it all *
* 'Cause it's been a long, long time *
* Oh, but then we'll trip and fall *
* Wondering if I'm blind **
(music fades)
(sinister music)
(sighing)
- I know what this looks like,
but Colton Landry was a good man.
Please, don't read into this. - I'm not.
- Where are you going? (sighing)
- To find something that explains
why my father had a note with this address in his pocket.
- This motel has been abandoned almost as long
as that note's been around. You're forcing this.
- I'm not forcing anything.
I found a note, asked Mom if she knew what it meant
and she lied!
(sighing)
(giggling) - I hope this means
you're starting to embrace the idea of your exhibit.
- Oh, the jury's still out on that,
but it's keeping me busy. - Yeah, I know the feeling.
I have a deadline at The Herald I'm stressing over.
And unfortunately,
it means I'm not gonna be able to help you set up tomorrow.
- Oh.
Well, that's okay.
You know me, I can do it on my own.
- I do. I just wish you didn't have to.
Have you talked to Kat today?
- Barely. Why? - Uh...
There's no reason. It's fine.
(knocking on door)
(door opening) - Hey!
- Visiting hours in effect, Del?
- Oh, yeah, sure, Spencer. Go on up.
Look, uh...
I really hope you can make this party.
I can't imagine anyone is gonna be at this thing.
- Between your friends and your incredible family,
you'll have an army.
(nervous chuckle)
(door closing)
(knocking on door)
- Come in.
- Hey. - Oh, oh! Uh...
- Sorry. Sorry. Del said it was cool.
- Uh, yeah. Well, I guess it's too late.
Uh, sorry you have to see me like this.
- You should see me when I wake up.
It's nightmare fuel.
(laughing)
In case you don't wanna fall behind.
- It might happen. And...
I've made my peace with that.
(chuckling)
- Glad to see you're feeling better.
- Yeah.
I am.
Sort of.
I wasn't really sick, you know.
It was just... hard days.
- Maybe I can convince you to break free of this place
by treating you to dinner?
(soft music)
- You wanna take me to dinner?
- You gotta eat, right?
Better to do it with friends.
Yeah. (chuckling)
- Oh. Hey, how was your day?
I gather you're buried in Herald deadlines.
- Uh, no.
Um, actually, it's the opposite.
It's pretty slow, so Byron gave me the week off.
- Oh.
- Um, listen.
Mom, I... I don't mean to bring it up again,
but I just... I keep thinking about that note.
I know that you recognized it, so whatever it is,
you can... you can tell me.
- I told you. I don't know.
- Why do you keep doing this? You're just shutting me out
every time we talk about the past.
It's just like what you and Dad did after--
- After what?
- After Jacob went missing.
- What are you talking about?
- I'm talking about the cookouts,
the family dinners, the music, it just all stopped.
Just like my relationship with you and Dad.
- Ugh. That is not true.
It stopped when you ran off with Brady.
- I ran away with Brady
because there was nothing for me here.
- Okay. Enough, Katherine. - That is--
- Enough. - That's exactly it,
right there. - Oh, God.
- You're doing it a-- You're shutting me out.
- No.
(sighing)
(lounge music)
- Hey. You're right on time.
(laughing) Come, have a seat.
The place is ours.
- Where is everyone?
- Mom closes one day of each season
so that I can work on a new menu.
Luckily for you, that day is today.
(chuckling) Now, eat.
- Thank you.
Where's Zoey? Is she not joining us?
- Nah. Sea food freaks Zoey out.
The tentacles, the texture, the gills.
(laughing)
- I had no idea you even cooked.
Is this, like, what you wanna do when you grow up?
- Oh, I'm never growing up. - Really?
I didn't take you for a Peter Pan type.
- You haven't seen me in green tights yet.
(chuckling) - Yet?
(laughing)
- But yeah, yeah. When I grow up,
I wanna be a chef.
And there's no reason why I can't get a jump
on the future, right?
I'm actually catering Del's exhibition tomorrow.
Mom's a micromanager.
She might say "we're" catering it.
- I can't believe you think about your future
like that already.
- What, Alice Dhawan doesn't ask her magic 8-ball
what the future has in store for her?
- Actually, ever since I came here,
I've really only thought about the past.
- Do you think maybe you'll have a future here someday?
Like, in Port Haven?
(laughing) - Oh, uh...
Maybe.
- Maybe is good.
All right. Dig in. - Let's eat.
(chuckling)
(door opening)
(door closing)
Hi. - Hi.
- You'll be happy to know I've eaten
at The Point with Spencer.
- So, I take you're feeling a little better?
- Yeah.
Sort of.
(sentimental music)
I don't know.
I'm really sorry I couldn't save him, Mom.
- Oh, baby, no. No, no, no, no, no.
It's not your fault.
(crying)
It's not your fault.
It's okay.
- And I watched him walk into this house
and close the kitchen door.
I had a second chance.
I don't know what more I could've done.
- I'm glad I met him, you know.
Just to watch you with him.
You were really close.
He was like the perfect little brother.
- Yeah.
He was.
And I lost him.
- It wasn't your fault, Mom. You were just a kid.
- I wish, just once...
that my mom and dad could've acknowledged
how much I lost that night.
Acknowledge...
how much I was hurting.
But they couldn't
because it was my fault.
- I think I have to go back.
- Alice, there's...
I don't think there's anything else that we could've done
to save Jacob or change the past.
- No. I'm not going back for Jacob.
- Then, why go back at all?
- Because once someone is going through a hard time,
their friends are there for them.
And Mom, we were best friends.
(crying)
(panting)
(ominous music)
- Oh, Col, please. Please.
Please, it's... it's New Year's Eve.
I can't go alone.
- You're gonna have to. - Uh, hi. Sorry.
- Hi, Alice. Um...
Kat's up in her room. I'm sure she would love to see you.
- Yeah. Thanks.
(footsteps receding)
Hi.
Kat.
- Oh, my God!
Where have you been?
I don't care. I'm just glad that you're here.
But you need something to wear.
Monica has this strict
futuristic formal dress code for tonight,
and if you show up in that, she's not gonna let you in.
- Hey. Are you doing okay?
We don't have to go out. We can just stay here and talk.
- Alice! It's New Year's Eve, Y2K, the millennium?
We're going out tonight
and we're gonna have a great time.
Here, try this.
(* Bodyrock * by Moby)
* To the beat, y'all The bodyrock, y'all *
* Today is rock, y'all Non-stop, y'all *
* To the beat, y'all The bodyrock, y'all *
* Today is, we rock the body rock the body, come on *
* We rock the body, rock the body, come on *
* We rock the body **
- Kat! (excited scream)
You made it!
And you brought a friend!
Here you go.
Uh, you are...
Uh, don't tell me.
Alicia. - Alice.
- Oh, of course, Alice! Ah!
Adorable! Mwah! Mwah! Okay, let me show you around.
Okay, so dancing's over here,
eddies are in the kitchen,
the basement is a designated make-up zone
and over here, we have a poll
of what's gonna happen at midnight.
Bets guess wins a prize.
- Wow, this all looks so fun!
- Oh, honey. I want this to be better than fun.
This is our chance to put everything behind
and move forward.
- Believe me, I am so ready to--
- Spillski! Watch the carpet!
- Hey, do you wanna settle in somewhere?
- Drinks first. (Melanie): Hey, Kat!
- Melanie, hey! - Uh, Kat?
(sighing)
(Elliot): Hey, stranger.
- Elliot, I lost two months.
- Yeah, I know. It's the longest absence so far.
- How is she? I can't seem to get
a straight answer out of her. - Neither can I.
She's either on the phone with Brady
or she's hanging out when Brady's here.
I feel like I've lost her. - I'm really sorry.
(partygoers cheering)
- Actually, I...
I didn't think she was gonna come tonight,
given everything.
- Why?
- The cops called off the search for Jacob yesterday.
- I should've been there.
- You're here now.
And who knows?
There's still a non-zero chance
that the Earth will just blow up tomorrow.
We'll have nothing to worry about.
(chuckling) But given that you're here,
that doesn't happen.
Unless you're a cyborg. Are you a cyborg?
(chuckling)
(in robot voice): If she was a cyborg,
I'm pretty sure I would know.
- Nick. Hi. - Hey.
- Nice glasses. (chuckling): Uh, thanks!
(Elliot): Okay...
(jazz music)
- Mom, they're fine.
- Honey, we want it to be better than fine.
Well, how about this turnout, huh?
- I know. I can't believe, Monica.
(chuckling) I can't thank you enough.
- Here, come.
- Oh. (chuckling)
(camera clicking)
- Well, look at you, Del Landry, working those angles.
I love it.
(Kat): Look who's warming up to the spotlight.
- Did she open up to you yesterday?
- About Dad? - Mm.
- No. About anything?
No.
(glass clinking repeatedly) - So tonight,
I am thrilled to kick off our new monthly series
to promote local artists.
Now, pottery is just one of this woman's many talents.
It's my honour to officially name Del Landry
as The Point's inaugural local artisan of the month.
(cheering)
- Hear, hear. - I just can't
thank you enough, Monica.
Thank you everybody for coming.
You know, uh, pottery is a solitary venture
which suits me just fine. (laughing)
But lately, I've started to see the value
of company and collaboration.
I honestly can't thank you enough for showing up,
and I hope you like the pottery and you spend some money.
(laughing)
(* All For You * by Sister Hazel)
* Well, it's hard to say what it is *
* I see in you *
* Wonder if I'll always be with you *
* Words can't say And I can't do *
* Enough to prove It's all for you *
(laughing)
* Oh, it's hard to say *
* Yeah, it's hard to say It's all for you **
- Four minutes everybody!
(cheering)
(hip-hop music)
- I know it's raging in there.
I just needed five minutes to talk to you.
- Yeah.
- So, you've been gone a while.
Again.
- Yeah, um...
I'm really sorry, Nick. It's just that after...
everything that happened with Jacob, I went to my Dad's
and then, I couldn't come back. - I missed you.
- Really? - Yeah.
I know you can't date and I know I can't visit you,
but I was thinking that maybe
if we were more official,
like boyfriend and girlfriend style...
(chuckling) ...then you would find your way
here more often.
- Um...
- It's okay.
You don't have to answer right now.
Here.
I made this for you.
It's a fish hook because you hooked me.
(chuckling)
- I love it, thank you.
- Okay...
Full disclosure,
there's another reason why I brought you down here.
- Oh. - I need...
your help with something.
Come on. (chuckling)
(* Better Off Alone * by Alice Deejay)
(overlapping chatter)
- Hey, has anyone seen Alice?
- It's the year 2000,
the end of the world as we know it.
So, I thought we should go out with a bang.
Um, let's see.
You ready?
10...
(partygoers): Nine, eight, seven, six, five...
- Kat? (ominous music)
Kat? (breathing heavily)
(both): One. (clicking)
(people cheering)
(people screaming)
(laughing)
(soft acoustic music)
(Elliot): Kat! Kat! (screams)
(tense music)
(gasping breath)
Kat!
Kat, talk to me.
What's wrong? - Hey, what happened?
- I... I don't know, the lights just went out and she freaked.
And she fell over. Kat, can you stand?
- She just wants attention.
- No, it's a panic attack! - A what?
- My mom. She has them sometimes.
(gasping breath) Here, keep breathing.
Can you give her some space, please?
- Come on, there's nothing to see here.
- All right, people. Time for a toast.
Drinks in the kitchen.
- Keep breathing. (Monica): Let's go!
- Breathe in.
Two, three, four.
Breathe out. (exhaling slowly)
Two, three.
Yeah, there we go. Keep breathing.
You're okay. - The search is over.
He's gone.
He's just gone.
- I know. I heard.
(sorrowful music)
But you've been here.
My parents...
they don't talk to me anymore.
They don't even look at me.
They hate me.
- No, they don't. - Because...
I was supposed to be watching him.
He was my responsibility.
(sobbing) - Oh...
It's okay, it's not your fault. It's not your fault.
- I wish the world really was ending tonight.
Because I can't...
I can't keep hurting like this.
(sighing)
(Elliot): It's a beautiful night for pottery.
(chuckling)
(Kat): Yeah, I guess so.
Honestly, I don't think I've ever seen Mom this happy.
I mean, she's like so perfectly herself in there.
I just wish I could do that.
El?
Um... (distant bell ringing)
I know that there's been so much going on.
But...
(sentimental music)
There's...
there's something here. Isn't there?
- You feel it too, huh?
- Yeah. Yes. Yes.
I do.
- I see.
I've been waiting a long...
long time to kiss you, Kat Landry.
And when I do,
it's gonna be perfect.
(stunned sigh)
- It's awfully late, ladies.
- Oh, uh, yeah. We just lost track of time.
It's fine.
Go on up to bed.
Just be quiet. Your mom's sleeping.
Are you not staying the night?
- Oh, uh...
No. My mom's gonna pick me up at the end of the drive.
- Ah. (door closing)
One of these days, I'm gonna have to meet her.
Seeing as how you and Kat have become such good friends.
- Uh, yeah. Yeah, one day.
I think that you'd really actually like each other.
- Are you still playing guitar?
- Um...
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
(sigh of relief) - That's great.
That's great. Keep at it.
Thank you.
(sentimental music)
Thank you for being there for our girl.
- Yeah.
Of course.
Good night. - Good night.
- Excuse me a second. - Yeah, go, go.
(Del clearing throat) - Mom, you okay?
- Uh, yeah, yeah. Um...
Byron said he couldn't make it because he's slammed at work
because you said it was slow.
Uh, Byron probably is slammed at work
because he fired me yesterday.
It's fine. You know, honestly,
I just... I wasn't focused.
Or maybe I was just too focused on the wrong things.
I just did what you do,
threw myself into projects and denied my feelings.
Landry women, we need to keep busy, right?
- That's not what I do.
- I just mean your hobbies. - They're not hobbies.
After your father died,
I couldn't run the farm by myself so I sold his cattle.
Three myself into honey and produce
because I had bills to pay.
- I know money was tight without Dad but I mean,
he must've left-- - Nothing.
He spent every penny after your brother was gone.
- On what?
- What do men spend money on and not tell their wives?
- We...
(stammering): You don't think that note...
(scoffing)
(sighing)
(Colton): Seven tomorrow? And the address?
Okay, great. Thanks. (hangs up phone)
- Who were you talking to?
- Oh, it was uh... It's nobody.
- Aren't you gonna get dressed? We're gonna be late.
- Yeah, uh...
Sorry, I'm not going.
- We always go.
Col. Col.
I miss you.
You don't talk to me anymore.
- Yeah, I feel like I'm the only one who hasn't forgotten him.
- I haven't forgotten him.
I think about him constantly.
I see him...
every time I look at your face.
(scoffing)
- Well, great news, Deli,
because you're not gonna have to look at my face tonight.
'Cause I'm not going. - Oh, Col, please, please!
Please, it's... it's New Year's Eve.
I can't go alone.
- You're gonna have to.
(jazz music)
(indistinct chatter)
(TV): In 25 seconds, it will be the New Year.
(people cheering) In 20 seconds.
And we're gonna count it down from here down
when we get to 10. Are you ready?
In 10, nine, eight,
seven, six, five,
four, three, two, one...
Happy 2000!
(gasping)
- Byron?
Byron?
Hey, where were you?
You said you'd come.
I have to say, I'm a little annoyed,
especially since I heard you fired my daughter.
I mean, what the heck?
- I didn't wanna ruin your evening.
(gasping) - What happened?
(chuckling) - I was so excited
to come to your exhibit
and I was putting some boxes back in a rush and...
well, Craig, the shopkeeper downstairs heard the fuss
and took me to the clinic.
- Why didn't you call me? I would've come.
- I was working on this.
- Oh, now I feel silly.
(Del chuckling) - Yeah, it was supposed to...
It was supposed to be a surprise.
(chuckling) - Byron.
I have to say, that's the kindest thing
anyone's done for me in such a long time.
- If I knew I'd get this reaction,
I would've pulled a bookcase over myself long ago.
(laughing)
(sighing)
(chuckling)
(Colton's voice echoing): Are you still playing guitar?
(muffled acoustic music playing)
(chuckling)
(sighing)
(ominous music)
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