All language subtitles for The.Way.Home.S01E07.PCOK.WEBRip.DDP5.1.x264-PMP.en

- 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!

(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)

(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)

(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,
rock the body, come on *

* 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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