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Oh, my god, what time is it?

Julie!

Jules...

I was just leaving.

So was I.

This morning,
in the San Francisco bay area,

we currently have cloudy skies,

with highs expected to reach
into the low 60s.

The reason it's so much cooler
for this time of year...

You guys were together
for five years.

I can't believe

you missed your own
engagement party, man.

Everybody was there.

I even put on a tie.

Your mother didn't recognize me.

I screwed up, I know.

I know.

I lost track of time.

There was a bug
in the new web-hosting program.

It was three years
in the pipeline.

And Brian Connor
was the only person

that could have
done something about it.

That's what they pay me for.

Dude, it's
your family's company, man.

I think they would
have understood.

Nice shot.

Plus there was always today.

300,000 customers
with Western Tech

wouldn't have understood.

You can't marry
Western Tech, man.

I was almost done.

15 more minutes
was all I needed.

Yeah, and you could have
helped the bus boys

clear the room.

I really screwed up, didn't I?

I gotta go.

Three games?

Guess I should
count myself lucky

for getting that.

Hey, man, we still
on for Saturday?

I've got the medical
conference in the P.M.,

but my A.M.
is wide open.

Yeah, about that,

you know, after last night,

I think that
I'm going to head east

for a while,

sort things out.

We picked up a little
web hosting company

in Maine last month.

Maine?

Yeah, Seabrook,

a little town
outside of Portland.

Yeah, I know where it is.

Give me a shout, brother.

Yeah.

All right, man.

Mr. Connor?

Brian.

Alana Sullivan.

Welcome to new England.

Thanks.

We weren't expecting
you this soon.

Clearly.

Well, your office
is right over here.

Kind of hard to focus on work

when every day is casual Friday,

don't you think?

We haven't noticed
a problem so far.

I hope the previous manager

isn't upset that I'm moving in.

Nope, she's fine with it.

I'll have
the rest of these boxes

out of here by this afternoon.

Uh, I apologize.

Hey, can't afford hard feelings.

I know how this probably looks.

Really?
How does it look?

It looks like
you lost your title

because my family
owns this company.

Wow, you do know how it looks.

I'm only here to help.

Want to have a seat?

I want to get off
on the right foot here.

It looks like you got
a sweet little operation.

We did over 20 million
in sales last year.

And Connor tech
did over two billion.

I'm not here

to play "my profit
is bigger than yours."

I am here to work with you,

I want to make this company
a part of the Connor family,

and then,

I'm going to turn the office
right back over to you.

So this demotion
really isn't permanent?

Exactly what I'm trying to say.

So...

Can we do this and move on?

Absolutely.

Okay, good.

Now, I'm going to need your help

with a local realtor.

Somebody that you trust.

If I'm going to be here a while,

I can't be living in a motel.

Right, if you're going to
be here a while.

Keenan O'Dwyer.

Nobody knows
the local market better.

Yeah, uh, maybe
you didn't understand.

I'm looking for a condo.

Something contemporary,

low maintenance,

downtown.

Trust me to know
my business, Mr. Connor.

Those places are a dime a dozen.

They're made of paper and spit.

They go up in a week
and down in a year.

I-I respect my clients too much

to show any of those.

What you want

is something with character.

No, no, I really
don't think that I do.

How far from town is this place?

Let's just say
you have your privacy.

At least
look at the cottage before--

cottage!

It's a cottage?

No, not quite as rustic

as that makes it sound.

Only a good property
with some elbow room,

assuming you have
no strong aversion

to a little patchwork.

I am really not looking
for a fixer-upper.

Pfft!

Minor really, as such things go.

Should be comin' up
right around this bend here.

Oh, good!

Now, don't say no

before you give
the place a chance,

and don't let the present
state of the place

cloud your vision.

No one's sayin'

that it couldn't
use some improvement.

Must have been something once.

With a little work,
it could be again.

Most of the structure
is original.

Some newer construction
in parts,

if I remember right.

The kitchen's been expanded,

but still,

what you're really
payin' for here

is the property.

It's the best 10 acres
to be had around here--

it's not at all
what I'm looking for.

There's no way I could use
this much space.

But she's a real
charmer, isn't she?

Nothing like this in the city.

I don't want to buy,
I want to lease.

You don't strike me as the sort

to throw money away on rent.

This here would be
an investment.

Some fine examples

of local woodworking inside,

a cabinet or two, as I recall.

Those would stay?

Part of the house
for 50 years or more.

Uh, take your time, look around.

I have to check in
with the office,

but, uh, I'll be right here

if you have any questions.

It hasn't been
occupied in a bit.

More than a bit, I'd say.

That's a new England bit,

not a 'Frisco bit.

20 years, maybe 30.

That's a bit.

The floors could use
some attention.

Fireplace needs a look,
I suppose,

but it's sound.

Bedrooms upstairs?

Yeah.

Who owned it last, Mr. O'Dwyer?

Mr. O'Dwyer?

Hello?

Mr. O'Dwyer?

Hello?

Hey, there you are.

You know the people
who owned this place last?

Oh, you mean who owns it now?

The Kilgores
on the next property.

They added this land to theirs

some time back.

Left it as-is, though.

Never moved anyone in.

At least not for long.

You know why they want to sell?

Well, they're older now.

They always hoped

their boys would
make the land work,

but the kids grew up,

moved to Boston
and opened up a coffee bar.

Take a look.

You've got to be kidding.

No, there's got to be
a zero missing here.

This isn't California.

Well, even so.

Well, seen enough?

Yeah.

I think I have.

Well, considering the size
of the property

and the age
and the style of the house--

that's the number,

and it's a fair one.

Not a penny more,
not a penny less.

Thank you.

The sticker doesn't
concern him, James.

The price is fine,
Mr. Kilgore,

but the place has been
sitting empty so long.

I guess what I'm curious about--

as-is.

Excuse me?

The place is as it is.

Once the money changes hands,

I wash my hands of the property

and everything on it.

There's something
you guys aren't telling me.

It's a lovely spot of land.

You saw for yourself.

Then, what, the roof leaks?

I'd be shocked if it didn't.

Contracts can be messy things.

Taking it "as-is"
just greases the wheels.

So is it yes or is it no?

Well, it wasn't
at all what I was looking for,

but...

There's something about it
just feels right.

So it's a yes.

It's a yes.

Well, in that case...

Here's to the new owner.

Cheers.

Well, Brian,

what have you
gotten yourself into?

Hey!

Is somebody up there?

Hello?

I know you all put in the time,

but it seems to be
on the honor system,

and that's hard to account for.

So, what are you saying,
you don't trust us?

It's not a reflection
of trust or a lack of it...

It's Dylan.

Dylan,

look, you're all going to need

to start keeping accurate track

of your hours.

This is a creative
business, Mr. Connor.

Creativity doesn't
punch a time-clock.

Look, we're just saying, man...

Some of us kinda work from home

when we feel like it.

And some of you

kind of take advantage of that--

none of you, of course.

Creative or not,
this is a business.

It's going to run like one
and look like one, all right?

So, let's clean it up.

Well, it serves you right.

Who the hell
moves to Maine, anyway?

Hey, man, I hope you're getting
some game in.

When you get back,
we are playing for money.

I'm in.

Might be a while, though.

You should see
how they're running this place.

It's like a daycare center.

It's creative,

but not enough business sense
to fit inside of a thimble--

except for the woman
who had the office before me,

total pro.

What, did she just
walk in on you?

Say hi to Stan?

Hi, Stan.

Wow, she sounds hot.

Hey, wanna date a doctor?

She's married.

Yeah, those two things

aren't mutually
exclusive, my friend.

Look, I'm going to
have to call you back.

Oh, hey, hey,

just wanted to tell you,

uh, I ran into Julie last night.

She was asking about you.

I promised her an update.

What do I tell her?

Uh...

Tell her I'm sorry.

Didn't you
tell her that already?

Maybe from you
she would believe it.

Look, I really do
have to call you back.

For me?

Uh-huh.
Pens, notepads and toner.

And I can round up
an empty thimble

if you need one.

Okay, in my defense,

that was completely
out of context.

Mm-hmm.

I hear you bought a house.
The old Kilgore place?

I did.
You know it?

Yeah, it's something
of a local landmark.

It's going to take some work
before it's a home,

but I'm hoping
by the time I leave,

I can make a little profit.

Lunch money, maybe.

I thought you were looking for
something move-in ready.

That O'Dwyer's
quite the salesman.

Ah, it'll keep me busy.

Work here, work there.

A little avoidance therapy?

Someone back home

you're trying to forget?

Studying psychology
in our spare time, are we?

Hey, I couldn't help but hear.

I was engaged.

Now I'm not.

My fault.

Not a doubt in my mind.

Okay, light...

...after securing
the Democratic nomination,

senator John Fitzgerald Kennedy

addressed supporters
at the Los Angeles coliseum...

Kennedy? JFK?

...let me say first
that I accept the nomination

of the Democratic Party.

I accept it without reservation

and with only one obligation,

the obligation to devote
every effort...

Okay, what is this,
the history channel?

"True love."

Hello?

Kind of late

to be wandering out here
alone, don't you think?

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

I live here.

I just bought this place.

That's impossible.

Did your car break down?

Do you need help?

Stay back.

Stay away.

You can't live here.

This is my house.

It's my garden.

Your house?

What are you talking about?

I'm looking for something.

For that.

For this?

Where did you find it?

It slipped from my neck.

Well, if it did,
it slipped a long time ago.

Well, may I have it, please?

Yeah.

Did you see that?

Whoever you are--

whatever you are,

you stay away from us!

Hey, that's my house!

Find your locket?

Nora, what is it?

I think...

I just saw a ghost.

Hey!

Miss?

If someone's out here,
you step out and show yourself!

You hear me?

I didn't imagine it.

He had my locket.

That was no ghost.

The man's a thief.

Thomas, come back
inside, please.

He didn't seem dangerous.

I won't put up with trespassers.

You step foot
on my property again,

and this is what's
waiting for you!

Get back in the house.

Did he touch you?

Did he try to take something?

No, he didn't touch me.

He tried to give it back.

Well, why didn't you take it?

Well, I was
frightened, I suppose,

I don't think he meant any harm.

Sneaking around here
in the middle of the night,

he can't have been
up to anything good.

Have you seen him before?

Do you know him?

No.

Nora, if you're lying to me...

Thomas, I'm not lying.

Good morning, Frank.

Morning.

The garden's showing off
for summer, Mrs. Hargrave.

The azaleas in particular.

If you mean those,
they're dahlias.

Oh, well, I beg your pardon.

No problem.

A handyman doesn't need
to know his flowers.

Something that beautiful,
I like to know about.

What've you got there, Clemens?

Ah, the bench
your wife asked for.

I could use a hand
if you've got a minute.

Nora?

Frank, it's marvelous.

Where do you want it?

Uh, over here, I suppose.

I...

We can set it down here for now.

The workmanship is wonderful.

Thank you.

What do we owe you?

Oh, just for the materials.

Nothing for your time?

You paid me well enough

for the bed frame,
Mr. Hargrave.

Let this be my gift.

That's a sweet thought,

but we really couldn't--

just leave us the bill
and let that be that.

Well, I need to get to work.

What time should I
expect you for dinner?

It'll be late.

The Avery case
goes to court tomorrow,

and Steve's still in Florida.

Till he gets back,

everything's falling to me.

I don't suppose you were
prowling around out here

last night, were you?

Why would I be doing that?

It's simply a question, Clemens.

Just a question.

Did something happen last night?

Nothing worth mentioning.

So, uh, over here, you think?

Careful with that.

Easy...

I got it.

You okay?

Uh-huh.

The perfect spot,

don't you think?

Mm-hmm.

I can sit and read,

or just watch the garden grow.

It grows quickly, does it?

Just how green is
that thumb of yours?

Make fun if you want, Frank,

but there's something
magical about this place.

Well, not before you came.

I did some work for
the Harwoods before you.

They couldn't
grow weeds back here.

"Some can pot begonias,
some can bud a rose,

"some are hardly fit to trust

with anything that grows."

Kipling.

The man knew what
he was talking about.

You've got the touch.

My mother had a victory garden.

Fed the whole neighborhood
from it through the war years.

Me, I'm partial to flowers.

I think I need to rest a bit.

I'll leave you to do
what you have to do.

Can I bring you something?

A coffee to start the day,
if you don't mind.

All right.

Oh, whoa, whoa--

ow!

I think that's all
you can fit in that cup.

That is why I need
my morning coffee.

Thank you.

Sure.

Have you gotten any sleep at all

since you've been here?

Yeah, all that I need.

Y-You said
that you're familiar with

the property I bought, right?

Yeah, we all used to play
up in that area

when we were kids.
Why do you ask?

Are there any stories about it?

Local legends, anything?

This is new England.

Every house has a story.

You know, who slept there,
who was born there,

who died there.

Who died there...

So, a-any ghost stories?

Well, you know,
most everybody's heard

one or two wild yarns
over the years.

Do you believe them?

As a kid I did, sure,

but kids'll believe
anything, right?

If you bump into one,
let me know.

Uh, staff meeting 10?

Staff meeting at 10.

Hi.

Please don't go.

If my husband
sees you out here--

you have a husband?

He won't like this at all.

I just want to talk.

I don't understand
what's happening.

Who are you?

Why are you here?

I-I have
the same question for you

this is my home.

The funny thing about that is,

this is my home, too.

I'm Brian Connor.

Are you okay?

I just...

A headache from this, from you,

my locket.

There are
some unusual things going on,

and I think that

they have something
to do with that locket.

You saw what happened.

Can you explain that?

I can't.

Okay, this is going to be
a strange question,

but I have to ask.

What year is it?

Do I look that stupid?

What year is it for you?

A year is a year.

It's the same for everyone.

1960.

1960?

Mm-hmm.

Why are you
looking at me like that?

Because for me,
it's 50 years later.

That's impossible.

Here, look,

I'll show you my license.

Okay, see that right there?

That year?

That's the year I was born.

The flowers in the house,

are those from you?

Are they from this garden?

I pick them fresh each day.

There are no flowers here now.

No flowers...

There are flowers everywhere--

no, they're not here.

Not-not where I am.

Look!

Look here.

What just happened?

I-I don't understand this

any more than you do.

There are 50 years
between you and I,

and yet, somehow,

you and I, we share this space.

The wood wasn't sealed properly.

The roses could bring this down.

You can save it, Frank.

That's the kind of faith
I have in you.

You're obviously
not from around here.

You don't have
the Maine pessimism.

Still under the weather?

A cold or something, I suppose,

but it doesn't usually

hang on like this.

I should go in.

You must have
better things to do

than watch me garden.

I thought he was done

with the work
we asked him to do.

He was,

but there's always something,

and with you not around--

what's wrong with the arbor?

Age, weather,
the weight of the roses.

I'd like to see this garden
last another 50 years.

Why 50?

Thomas, it's just a number.

Another headache?

It'll pass.

And the fever last night?

I'm fine.

If I weren't,

who'd fix your meals
and clean the house,

Frank out there?

I don't like the way
he looks at you.

He looks at me because we talk,

no other reason.

Maybe if I were
one of your clients,

I could get your attention
now and then, too.

Thomas...

Tom, please, I've been thinking.

It's so lonely out here
when you're gone,

and I know how hard you work--

you have no idea

what I have to
deal with every day.

The pressures of my job,
what's expected of me.

Nora, what is this about?

The dress shop in town
is advertising for help.

Are you saying
I can't support us?

I'm not saying that.

Then there's no need
for you to work...

And once he is done
with that arbor,

he is done,

for good.

Am I understood?

"Dear Mr. Connor,

"knowing you may one day
be redoing this cottage

"to suit you,

"I thought I could write

"and hide this letter
somewhere you might find it

"all those years from now."

"You may be nothing more

"than a fever-induced
figment of my imagination,

"and that would be fine, too,

"since even an imaginary friend

"is more than I have
at the moment.

"Did I introduce myself
when we met in the garden?

"I can't remember.

"My name is Nora Hargrave.

"I haven't had an experience
with ghosts before,

"so I'm not clear about this.

"Am I the ghost, or are you?

"I thought that sort of thing

"came only out of
some unspeakable tragedy,

"but the only tragedy in my life

"is this marriage.

"I moved to this house
and this state

"a little over a year ago

"when I married my husband,

"for all the wrong reasons.

"I didn't know him well enough,

"and now that I do,
it's too late,

"but I've made my bed.

"Isn't that the expression?

"Some men change
after they get what they want.

"That's Thomas in a nutshell.

"I fell in love,

"or at least I thought I did,

"with an exciting attorney,
slightly older,

"set in his ways.

"But the minute I said "I do,"

"he became moody and possessive,

"never trusting me,

"always watching
from a doorway or window,

"a terrible temper.

"How did I miss that?

"That's not what I thought
love would be.

"It's certainly not
what I hoped.

Nora!

Are you upstairs?

Okay, this is good.

This is strong work on
the managed service providers,

but security tests came back

with a whole host of bugs
that need your attention.

Mia, why don't you
pitch in on that?

And Dylan,

I need you to revise
the SSL certificates.

Two attempts in a week.

These hackers are killin' us.

All right, I got it.

Good.

Okay, next.

Ah, yes, research,

they finally came up with

our top five
VPS hosting competitors.

I want everybody in here
to read this report

and stay sharp,

and I mean everybody.

Uh, Brian,

I think everyone's
put in a long one.

How about we call it
quits for today?

Okay, yeah, well, good.

Uh, great work, everybody,

and let's call it a day.

You know, you should
take a break, too.

It wouldn't hurt you
to kick back a little.

Barely past 6...

half a day today?

My reputation precedes me.

I'm not sure
how I feel about that.

Set my friend up over here?

The usual.

Thank you,
that's very kind of you.

So, how's the cottage?

Everything... quiet out there?

Why wouldn't it be?

Old houses have
their peculiarities is all.

So before me,

before the Kilgores,

who lived in the place?

Oh, that'd be a while back,

almost before my time.

The name Hargrave
mean anything to you?

Hargrave, you say?

Uh, thanks, hon'.

A lawyer and his wife.

Do you have any idea
what happened to them?

W-Where did you hear that name?

I found it on some papers
at the house.

It's probably best you don't
spread that around town.

Some things happen

time has no way of healing.

No, no, you can't
leave it at that.

I think I can.

Thanks for the drink.

I have heard things out there.

Voices.

You don't seem
all that surprised.

No! No, I am.

Uh, voices in the house,
you say?

My goodness.

And I've seen a woman.

You saw her?

Ah!

Then you do know
what I'm talking about!

If you think

you can get out of
the real estate contract,

Mr. Connor,

that deal is iron-clad.

You agreed to take it as-is.

I am not trying--

I'm just trying to figure out

what I'm dealing with.

Is it all in my head?

Old houses play tricks is all.

I remember a place
I had with my first wife--

when the winter winds
came howling, phew!

I remember one night--

did the winds talk to you?

Did you talk to the winds?

You...

You've had
an actual conversation?

More than once.

Well, uh, all I can say is,

I never believed it,

but if something is
happening out there--

which I'm not saying it is--

then such things need to stay
dead and buried.

Good day, Mr. Connor.

Thanks for the drink.

"Dear Mr. Connor,

"I find it oddly comforting
writing to you.

"Thomas insisted on this place

"far from just about everything.

"He says he needs the quiet
this cottage affords.

"It does have that, all right.

"In abundance.

"So I've made
this garden my life...

But can loneliness be fatal,
I wonder?"

Sorry to call you all this way

for what's probably nothing.

Headaches, night sweats.

Anything else?

A sort of ache in my joints.

I thought it must be
the weather,

but it doesn't go away.

But you're originally
from Ohio, aren't you?

Well, then you ought to be

used to our seasons by now.

Still, it's a possibility.

Will this take long?

I can't imagine
it's anything serious.

It isn't, is it?

What's this?

What's this rash?

It's been there a while.

She works in the garden.

It's thorns from some roses,

nettles from the brush.

Mm-hmm, maybe.

Well, I have a court date,

so I can't be late for that.

Let me walk you out, Tom.

I'll be back in a minute.

We need to take a blood sample,

just to be sure.

I'm concerned about
your wife's health,

and I'm surprised
that you're not.

Nora's always been soft.

Nothing's ever easy with her.

But if the woman's truly ill--

Nora wants attention.

Look, as I said,

I've seen these same symptoms
all over this area,

the same odd rash.

Is something wrong with
Mrs. Hargrave?

Family business, Clemens,

and none of yours.

I'm telling you,
most of this is in her head.

You give her
a lotion for the rash,

something for her headache,

and she'll be fine.

You've got my office number.

Oh, you shouldn't be out of bed.

He's not happy I'm sick.

Well, the man can't blame you
for having an illness.

You don't know my husband.

Oh, I know him.

He's been my patient
for a long time.

Stubborn man, your husband.

You're not telling me
anything I don't know.

Still, he treats you well?

You're happy enough?

Would it make any difference
if I said no?

Well, let's...
Let's draw that blood.

Come on, Nora...

"I could tell from the way
Dr. Bowers acted

"that there's something wrong.

"Maybe it's this place.

"The headaches only began
when I moved here,

"or shortly after,

"so it doesn't take much
for me to associate them,

"and there's a rash on my arm,

"round and red,
like a bulls eye.

"My husband thinks it's only
a scratch from the garden,

but that should have
gone away weeks ago."

"Then there are the fevers
and the pain in my joints

"that keep me in bed
more and more lately.

"But all this from a rash?
Really?

"I'm beginning to wonder

"if this isn't just
all in my head.

"This is why
I'm not entirely certain

"I'm actually writing
to anyone at all,

"because in my fever
the other day,

"I swear I saw you
at the bedroom doorway.

"You looked
very concerned about me,

"and I take that as a comfort
these days,

when there's
so little else to depend on."

All the symptoms
you're giving me

are classic Lyme Disease.

I mean, the rash alone's
a dead giveaway.

Your friend's doctor
couldn't figure that out?

He's not up on
the latest breakthroughs.

Yeah, it's not exactly news.

We've been treating this
since the mid-'70s.

That's some crack medical staff

she has in her corner.

She's gotta get this
taken care of, man.

So Lyme Disease,
this is serious.

It varies, but, yeah, sure.

I mean, it could
lead to meningitis,

paralysis.

Even heart problems.

Okay, well, you know,
I want to help her out.

Can you send me a list

of the medicines
she should be taking?

It's all pretty
straight-forward, man.

Any doctor worth his
or her degree back there--

Stan, I need a list.

Can you e-mail me one?
Can you do that?

For you, sure.

One more thing.

Uh, you've got to
limit it to medicines

that they would have
had on hand in 1960.

1960?

There's more to this story,
isn't there?

I've got to get this.

Uh, don't you even think
about leave me hanging like--

as soon as you can, Stan, okay?

Hey, hey!

This is Brian Connor.

Brian?
Hey, it's me.

Julie!

I am so sorry that I hurt you.

No, look, it's okay.

No need to replay
that conversation.

I don't even really know
why I called.

I guess it's 'cause

I'm going to a friend's wedding
this weekend.

Any wonder it made me
think of you?

My priorities
were totally screwed up, and--

yeah, well, your career
has always come first,

and it wasn't just
that night, Brian.

I'm sorry I called.

I think it was a mistake.

It was just that

I was thinking about you,

and I was missing your voice.

Jules...

Please, listen.

Brian, I've got to go.

Thank you, Stan.

I don't know
if this works both ways, but...

It's worth a shot.

"Dear Nora,
show this to your doctor.

"It's from a friend of mine

who knows
what he's talking about."

Hey.

I don't mean to disturb you,

but I thought maybe
some soup and some tea...

You made that for me?

Don't be too impressed.

I just opened a can
and boiled some water.

Thank you.

I thought,

with your husband
not here to take care of you...

Oh, it can't be helped.

He's working on
an important case in Augusta

for a couple of days.

He made arrangements
for Dr. Bowers to check on me.

Well, you still got to eat.

Keep up your strength.

Here, let me fix those pillows.

You're very good at this.

My mother was a nurse.

I hope you like tomato.

It was all I could find
in the kitchen.

It's good.

It's hot.

If you're hungry after that,

I could whip up
a cheese sandwich.

But that's about the extent
of my kitchen skills.

Well, it's too bad
your mother wasn't a chef.

Oh, now, she could cook.

She just never taught me.

Frank,

I need to ask a favor.

Yes, ma'am.

Do you mind if I ask...

How did you two meet?

A legal conference
in Cincinnati.

I was working the front desk.

He wasn't like anyone
I'd met before.

Well, there's one thing
we can agree on.

You don't like him
much, do you, Frank?

I have no reason to think
one way or another

about Mr. Hargrave.

Who did you say
gave you this list?

A doctor?

A friend who wants to help,

and I trust him.

Do the medications
make any sense,

given what I'm dealing with.

Well, on the face of it,
possibly.

Quite an interesting approach.

Most of these drugs
are brand-new on the market.

I hoped they might be
worth a try.

Well, there are risks,
of course.

They may do nothing at all,

or you may have an adverse
reaction to the drugs.

Well, anything is better than
what I'm living with now.

Then it's absolutely
worth a try.

Let's give you
that prescription.

Come on, Nora.

Tell me
if the drugs are working.

What is all this he gave you?

You know, these
could be the problem.

You need to
get rid of this stuff--

no, no, no, no, Thomas,
I know those are...

I know those are right for me.

Please.

Please, don't
take those from me.

I need them.

Please?

Please!

So, she tell you
she had a rough night?

Yes, but it seems to be passing.

Her fever's breaking.

Whatever this illness,

the drugs seem to be
doing their work.

You can thank
her friend for that.

What friend is that?

Oh, I assumed you knew.

Somebody gave her
a list of medications,

and they turned out to be
exactly what she needed.

So she came to see you?

How did she get there?

I didn't ask.

But she's out of danger now?

Not completely,
but there's hope,

and I'd say

that's all that's
really important.

Wouldn't you, Tom?

Tom?

Right.

Feel like joining us
for a drink?

Margaritas are half price,

and we're all feeling
a little south of the border.

New England Mexican?

Lobster tacos.

Oh, no, you go ahead.

Hmm, flowers? Jeans?

Who are you

and what have you done
with Brian Connor?

Brian Connor
is taking your advice,

living life a little slower.

No cause for alarm.

Good.

Sales are up.

Morale, too, surprisingly.

We're really glad you came.

You don't mean that,
but, uh, thank you.

That's good to hear.

Actually, I do.

We were getting a little lazy

and predictable.

Every shirt needs
some starch now and then.

Starch...

Is that what I am?

Okay, bad metaphor.

But I'd think you'd be
happier about all this.

Look, I have a sick friend,
and I'm just, uh,

I'm waiting for news.

Oh, I'm sorry about that.

Me, too.

Okay, boss.

See you Monday.

Adios!

No, it's just us...

Nora...

Nora?

Thank you.

Thank god!

I can't believe it.

You look great.

The medicines worked.

My doctor doesn't know how.

I can't tell you
how worried I was.

I hadn't seen you.

The letters stopped showing up.

I didn't know what had happened.

I haven't felt this good
in months.

I wish there was
some way I could repay you.

Actually, there is.

You could tell me about this.

The locket?

I mean, it seems to be

the thing that
brought us together.

Is there some kind of
magic in it?

It was my grandmother's,
and it comes with a story.

I would like to hear that story.

All right.

My family always thought
it had special powers.

My grandfather
was a young doctor.

He was single
and not happy about it,

and one of his patients
couldn't afford to pay him

and so they gave him this
in exchange,

promising it would
point the way to true love.

That summer,

he met a girl at a dance,

and she became my grandmother.

My mother wore it to the party

where she met my father.

I was wearing it
when I got my first kiss.

I'd like to give it
to my daughter one day,

if I have one.

I wish I could just...

Hand it to you.

It's in good hands.

True love, huh?

Don't tell me
there's no one in your life.

Oh, no...
No, I mean,

there was Julie.

We were engaged
until recently, but...

What happened?

Uh...

I don't know.

Maybe it was me.

Maybe it was us.

Our family and friends
all expected us to marry,

and we never questioned it.

I mean, everybody always said,

"oh, you're such
a perfect couple."

No relationship
is big enough for everyone.

You can't live your life
on the expectations of others.

So, what's the answer?

I'm probably
not the person to ask.

Look at my marriage.

Yeah, you know,
that's a very good point.

You ever think
about leaving him?

How can I? We're married.

I'm sorry.

You really are
from another time.

Marriage isn't sacred to you?

Yeah--

but it has to be based on
mutual respect.

50-50 partnership.

I mean, if you don't have that,

what do you have?

I should go in.

Hey, wait.

Before you go,

tell me about this,

this garden.

When you look at it,
what do you see?

It's full of
the most wonderful blooms.

Roses and hyacinths.

Dahlias, azaleas.

Summer wildflowers
with a mind of their own.

Explosions of color,

and when the summer air
catches it,

it's like...

Some amazing perfume.

I wish you could smell it,

see it all through my eyes.

I can.

I do, I do.

It's beautiful!

I honestly believe

that if I didn't have this...

Nora...

Hey, Mr. Connor.

How'd it go, Dylan?

Well, I tracked down
every directory I could find.

That's every county.

Good job.

Just like you wanted.

You really need them
for this weekend, huh?

If it wasn't important,
I wouldn't have asked,

I promise.

It's just,
with all the Internet access,

you need those phone books?

It's somebody
that I can't find on-line.

Somebody that used to
live around here.

It's complex.

Need a hand bringing them in?

No, I'm good.

I'm going to make
myself a sandwich.

You want one?

Uh...

No, actually,
you know, I'm good.

I've got plans with the lady
and everything,

so I've got to get going.

It's really nice

to see this place
come alive again.

Yeah, it is.

Probably make
the Sunday section,

if there was still a newspaper.

I'll see you later, Mr. Connor.

Thanks, Dylan.

H...

Hargrave, Thomas.

Hargrave...

Thomas.

Hello.

Mr. Hargrave?

Thomas Hargrave?

Who's calling?

Are you Connor?

Brian Connor.

Mr. Hargrave?

Well, um,
thanks for meeting with me.

Have a seat.

Can I buy you some lunch?

What's this all about?

Well, I was hoping
I could talk to you

about your wife.

About Nora?

How would you know Nora?

I don't...

Exactly.

It's hard to explain.

Well, you brought me
all this way down here.

Try.

You know, is there any chance
that she's still around?

Because I would love
to talk to her.

Nora died years ago.

A lot of years.

You mind telling me
how it happened?

I do.

What business

could it possibly be of yours?

This is going to sound crazy,

but I think there's a chance
that I can save Nora.

Save her?

You're out of your mind.

The woman's dead.

I own the house,

the one you two shared
back in 1960.

I just bought it,

and I know things.

I know things, too, Connor.

I know my wife's death
was an accident.

Accidents can happen.

They happen
all the time around here.

Good day to you.

The whole story?

But it's nothing but
local gossip.

It's not gossip, Alana.

My grandfather was
with the fire department

when it happened.

If it hadn't been for him--

guys, can we do this
one at a time

from the beginning?

I need to hear it all.

Okay, okay.

Well, the way I heard it,

Hargrave was pretty much
a monster, okay?

But he had
this beautiful young wife.

Oh, yeah, who was a model

from New York City.

Really? Huh.

Anyway, they fought
all the time.

She just didn't fit in,

and she missed the city--

but I heard it was Miami.

She'd married him for his money.

You sure about that?

Totally.
Ask anybody.

A string of boyfriends
on the side, too.

Mm-hmm.

But that doesn't
excuse what happened.

Just get to
the good stuff, all right?

Hey, you know what?

Here, I'm going to
bring up an article.

Give me a second here.

Anyway, the husband was always

taking his bad moods out on her,

so one night

she finally decides
to leave the guy,

just pack up
and get out of there,

but the husband gets wind of it

and locks her in her room.

Then he sets the house on fire,
with her in it.

My god.

Why didn't you tell me that
from the beginning?

It didn't seem
important, I guess.

It's ancient history--

okay, I got it.

Here.

Hey, isn't this your new place?

Well, obviously,

the whole house
didn't burn down,

just the bedroom, her room,

and ever since then,

people say that
when the wind is still

and the moon is full, every...

Julie!

Hi.

I thought that you were...

My friend's wedding, yeah.

It was in New York.

Didn't I mention that?

No.

No?

Well, I realized

I had never seen Maine before,

and since I was in the area,

I figured I'd stop by
and check everyth...

Is-is there somewhere
a little bit more private

that we can talk?

Yeah, my office is this way.

Hi.

That's the ex-fiancee.

Who's the blonde?

She's really pretty.

Is that the one you're seeing?

Alana? No!

No, that--

so, hey, what a surprise.

I had to see you.

I don't like
the way things ended.

Neither do I.

For the record.

My parents weren't too pleased

about it either.

You didn't only do this
to me, Brian...

Uh, I'm sorry.

I promised myself
I wouldn't go there.

Hey, look, it's all right.

This was all my fault.

Oh, good.

Well, at least
we're on the same page.

Look, I-I, um,

I got a room down at the B&B,

and I don't have
to go right home,

so it-it's up to you,
I mean, if you wanted--

if you wanted, we could talk.

I mean, I could come
see your place.

You want to come see
my new place?

Yeah, of course,

unless there's some reason
why I shouldn't.

No, it's...

No, there's not.

No, I'm just, uh,

in the middle of remodeling it.

It's not really
ready for company--

so? I don't care.
I want to see it.

Come on, I'll even bring dinner.

This fork is dirty.

I'll get a new one.

So, what did you do today?

I did laundry,

fixed dinner.

You're not wearing your locket.

I'm guessing that means

that you haven't
seen that man again.

That was in my head.

The fever.

Hmm.

Mr. Clemens?

Has he been around?

Not that I know of.

He makes his own schedule.

So, no more medical advice then?

Frank's a handyman.

What would he know about it?

I'll get that.

No, let me.

Mr. Hargrave.

I'm so sorry to bother you

at this hour.

It's just that
it's the only time

I can catch you lately.

What is it?

Well, I'd like to finish
the arbor this week,

but I'll need a check

to cover the balance
of the materials.

Look, all I need is the check.

Even part'll do, if you don't
have it all right now.

Nora was telling me

that you were the one
behind the medication.

That you gave her that list.

She couldn't have told you that.

It's not true.

But you did drive her into town

to the doctor?

Yes, Sir.

You were off in Portland

and she needed a ride.

It's not fair
that she's stuck out here

away from everything.

That's none of your concern.

Thomas,

your dinner's getting cold.

Quiet, Nora.

You need...

To stay away from my wife.

You know, uh,

she's a special lady,

and I'm not sure
you appreciate that--

I don't need you telling me
how to run my household.

Stop it!

What is wrong
with you? Stop it!

You're insane.

Get out of here, you hear me?
You never come back!

You hear me?

Yeah, I hear you, okay?

I think maybe
your wife does, too.

Stop it!

Stop it...

Nora, you get in the house!

No!

I said--

I heard what you said,
and I said no!

Go have your dinner.

Go! Go!

Well, go!

Suit yourself.

...okay, so, dining room,

and this is the kitchen.

Fresh flowers?

Not you.

They're from a friend.

Well, this was
the best I could do.

Not much in the way of
fine dining in this town.

Brian, can you get me
the plates, please?

Yeah.

Well, you know,
take-out Chinese,

I like it.

Really?

Gosh, that's weird.

It's weird

because you used to be the king
of four-star restaurants.

You know,
I'm not as much into that

as I used to be.

You know, actually,
I don't think I ever was.

It was Stan and Vicki.

You know, Taylor,
they were the ones

who were into
the latest and greatest.

I just tagged along,

did what was expected of me.

Was I one of those expectations?

That's how it started to feel.

Like we were together

'cause we were supposed to be,

not 'cause we wanted to be.

Really, because
I never felt like I was...

Filling some obligation
when I was with you.

You sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Because in the beginning,
it was fun,

but I just...

I don't know, you know?

We started living
such different lives.

You wanted parties,

and restaurants, art openings--

really?
And what did you want?

Surprisingly, I think...

This.

This house is...

Or something like it.

Yeah...

Yeah, I'm going to go
and wash up, okay?

If you need anything,
just shout.

Nora, are you all right?

I hate him.

You don't know--

uh, actually, I do.

I met him this week.

Thomas? Where?
How could that happen?

He's old, he's frail,

but he's still
everything you've told me.

Nora...

You need to get out.

You need to leave.

Why, what do you know?

I know that it's not safe
for you to stay.

Here?

But this is my home.

He's my husband.

We have our problems, but--

Nora, you need to leave.

You're frightening me.

You know something.

Do you?

Am I going to die?

I read a newspaper article
on the Internet.

The what?

Uh, uh, how do I explain this?

Uh, it's like a personal library

with old articles,
magazines, newspapers,

and there was an article

about a fire here at the house.

But there's been no fire here.

Not yet.

When?

Is that how I--

it doesn't have to be.

I think that's why we met,
so that I could warn you--

but if it's already happened--

no! Nora, listen,
you've got to pack your things

and you've got to leave.

What, just like that?

Just like that.

Thomas is a lot of things,

but he's my husband.

He doesn't act like it.

You told me that
in all of your letters.

Still, I--

no, listen,
I was right about the medicine,

wasn't I?

You've got to trust me
one more time.

All right, you've got
to go in there,

and you've got to
pack your things, Nora,

and you've got to leave, now.

Please?

Do you trust me?

Yes.

I absolutely do.

Okay.

Brian,

if things were different,

if time were on our side...

Do you feel that?

I'm beginning to feel

that if you care about
someone enough,

time doesn't mean a thing.

I wish that that were true.

Nora! Nora!

I should go.

What took you so long?

Where are you going?

"True love"?

Well, that's not
your taste, Brian.

This was something
your friend left behind.

What do you think you're doing?

You're a smart man, Thomas.

A suitcase, clothes?

Don't think
you're going to leave me.

It's not up for discussion.

I need to get
away from here, from you.

I need to clear my head.

Think you're going to
embarrass me, huh?

Well, I won't allow it!

I've had more than
enough of your rules

and your suspicions.

Put this down!

No!

No!

No!

Open this door.

Thomas, you can't
keep me locked in here!

You don't tell me what to do!

It's my house!

I make the rules!

Thomas, please, open the door.

Thomas!

Let me out, let me out!

Thomas?

Oh, no.

Open this door!

Please!

Thomas, let me out!

Let me out...

Thomas!

Open this door, please!

Thomas, you have to!

Open this door!

Who the hell are you?

Hargrave?

Get out of my house!

Where's Nora?

She's safe enough--
how do you know my wife?

Let me out!

So all the stories are true.

You saved yourself

and you left her
up there to die.

Not this time!

Nora!

Are you in there?

Brian?

I have to get you out.

There's a fire!

He's locked the door!

You need a key.
Thomas has it.

Brian!

Stay with me.

Stop!

Let her go.

You both have to leave.

I will not be made a fool of!

No one's going anywhere!

Put the gun down.

We need to get out of here.

Is this someone else

you've been seeing
behind my back?

Get out, Nora.

Go. Now!

I won't leave you here!

It was you the whole time,
wasn't it?

You don't understand...

Please, please, Thomas,
don't do this.

You have to put the gun down.

If you don't leave this house,

you're going to die.

Thomas, don't!

What's happening?

Julie, what did you do?

For god's sakes,
what did you do?

I found her locket.

It slipped out of my hand

and fell into the fireplace.

I'm sorry.

But is-is she the real reason
why you came here?

Why you left?

You have no idea
what you've done.

You can tell me about her.

I wouldn't know where to start.

Well, we're friends,
friends talk.

Is that hers?

It's an heirloom.

The story is,

that it has the ability
to point to true love.

True love?

Are you kidding me?
Are you serious?

Look, there's
a connection, but it's...

Wow, I really
can't explain this.

Yeah, I can see that,

and I think I should probably
call it a night

because I have
an early plane tomorrow.

You can-you can call me
tomorrow if you want,

but I...

Yeah, I seriously doubt
that's going to happen.

Julie, you know--

what?

If we're going to be
honest with each other,

look, I think we need
to confront the fact

I don't think
that this relationship

is what either one of us wants.

Well, you might be right,
if we were being honest,

but after all these years,
why start now?

Hey, look...

I hope you find
what you're looking for.

Yeah, you too.

I mean, whatever it is,

if it's her, then...

Then that, too.

Okay, come on.

Come on...

Thomas.

Nora?

Oh, my god...

We changed history.

Looking for someone?

Nora Hargrave.

Hargrave, I don't
know about that,

but Nora, yes.

She was taken to
east hills nursing home

a few weeks ago, poor thing.

I'm sure she'd
appreciate a visit.

Those are beautiful.

It's... it's you, isn't it?

Yeah, it's me.

Hi, Nora.

I knew you'd come.

Sorry it took me so long.

What's 50 years between friends?

Those are for me?

Yup.

They're from our garden.

They're lovely.

So, you brought it back,
did you?

It's back, however it happened.

You would be very proud.

I can't believe it's you.

Well, lucky for me...

I can prove it.

My locket.

Oh, my.

I was beginning to think
I'd never see it again.

Hey, that's not like you.

How are you doing?

Well, look at me.

I'm old.

I'm not well,

and, this time,

I don't even think this locket

has enough magic to change that.

It surprised us last time.

Is that my husband?

Y-Your husband?

Frank, this is my friend, Brian.

Brian?

My wife's told me all about you

through the years.

I mean, she thinks
if it weren't for you,

she wouldn't be here.

And you believed that story?

Well, it's important

that Nora believed it.

Wait, so, you got remarried,

but you were still listed
under Hargrave, why?

I always hoped

you'd come
looking for me one day.

A lot of Noras to sort through
in new England,

I imagine.

Grandpa?

There's someone you need
to meet, Brian Connor.

My granddaughter.

Sarah?

It-it's a pleasure.

Brian Connor?

The Brian Connor?

Didn't I tell you he'd be back?

Quite a resemblance, huh?

Remarkable.

He brought me flowers, Sarah,

and something

I've been hoping
to give you one day.

Is that it?

I've only seen it in pictures.

Help her with that,

will you, Brian?

Yeah.

Thank you.

As it happens,

there's a story
that goes along with it.

Yes, Grandma, you've told me.

But it's a good one.

Share it with Brian,

will you, dear?

You feel like
a walk in the garden?

Always.

I loved you back then, you know.

All those years.

I loved you, too,

but it doesn't seem
all that long ago.

Not to you, I suppose.

Me,

I've lived a lifetime
since then...

A wonderful, happy lifetime,

all thanks to you.

Now it's your turn.

So go on,

take that walk,

see where it takes you.

We won't be far.

Neither will I, Brian Connor.

Neither will I.