- Previously, on The Way Home...
- Don't you wanna swim, Del?
- Whoo! - It's certainly odd
Jacob took so many shots 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)
(knocking on door)
Where is my brother?
I demand to see him!
(knocking) - Guard!
- 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.
- 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 shot 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, Eliot? 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 shot 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... maybe 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 kill.
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 kill 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 housesit
at Lingermore back then?
- I only worked for Evelyn in the summers.
- "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 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)
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...
- 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.
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 suicide.
- No.
Katherine is right.
- You want to hand her over to this lot?
They'll kill 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! Shoot her!
(gunshot) - 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 Sarge?
(swelling music)
(mysterious music)
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