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I bid you good eve, fair Mother.

If only you were still here to give me wise counsel.

I am to marry on the morrow,

to Lady Beatrice of Anjou.

But I fear I do not love her,

nor she love me.

I know my duty, but my heart is heavy.

I wish you could tell me what to do.

I know wishes are for fools,

but my one true wish

is that my heart should be stone

until I find what makes it whole.

So, I've filled the damaged areas with putty,

and now I'm repainting it.

Then I'll add a varnish for preservation.

This piece was set at a tournament

in 15th Century,

where a medieval knight could display his skill,

and bravery, and honor.

They were often held before noble weddings.

As you can see, the bride-to-be, Princess Beatrice of Anjou,

offers her hand to her groom, Sir Griffin de Beauford.

Who is this Sir Griffin?

Oh, he was a great knight,

but it seems he disappeared after the tournament,

and was never seen again.

Runaway groom?

I bet he ran away with his true love.

Well, actually,

most marriages weren't love matches,

so that would be uncommon.

Trust me,

no knights in shining armor

are coming to sweep you off your feet...

Okay, uh,

that is enough for today.

In our next class,

Emily will be restoring a ceremonial dagger

worn by King Henry VI.

Yes.

Bye.

Thank you.

You're not posting that

to any of the museum accounts, are you?

Um... yeah, that was just a practice run

until you're made permanent.

If!

"If" I am made permanent.

Well, either way, um

maybe you could add a bit more

romance?

I mean, you are talking about Knights.

I'm sharing the history of artifacts.

I'm not telling fairy tales.

Yeah, but history is full of fantastical stories,

you know, a little magic wouldn't hurt.

Well, no, better to learn the truth now

than be disappointed later.

Maybe you would think differently

if you started dating again?

Come on!

I could help you write your dating profile,

if you'd like?

Oh, I-I don't think divorced museum nerds

are a top pick on those apps.

You know what doesn't disappoint?

Hmm?

Pumpkin spice lattes.

Yes.

Thank you.

Mm, cinnamon makes everything better.

Well, your horoscope did say

to keep your heart open

for the opportunity of a lifetime,

so you're in for a good day.

Well, today is the opportunity of a lifetime,

but how exactly do I keep my heart open for a statue?

Wait... the statue?

It's coming today?

Yeah, no big deal,

just the main thing I'm here to restore,

and if I don't do the best restoration of my life...

You will.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have hired you in the first place...

- I guess. - And you wouldn't have met

the wonderful me.

Now, that would've been a tragedy.

Mm-hmm.

Whoa!

My brother Steve just made Senior Partner at his law firm.

- That's great! - Mm-hmm!

Congrats, Steve.

- Hey, Emily! - Hey, Marcus!

- Check it out. - Is this it?

Oh...

Oh, this turned out great.

All thanks to you.

You drew this, Em?

Wow, that is beautiful.

Lancelot and Guinevere.

The original star-crossed lovers.

Hi, I'm Marcus.

Oh, hi.

I'm sorry.

Marcus, this is Ivy, my co-worker and friend.

She does all the social media for the museum.

Ivy, this is Marcus,

accountant by day,

and medieval re-enactor by

the rest of the day.

Emily talks about you

and your merry players, so...

It's nice to meet you.

Oh...

I hope you'll accompany Emily

to our fine fayre?

I'll have to check my calendar.

I live in hope.

Till next time.

Bye.

Are you sure that was my horoscope you read

and not yours?

Wow, this is so lifelike.

I can't believe

he sat neglected for centuries in a garden.

This is astounding!

Other than being dirty,

I... I really don't see any obvious signs of decay.

- Mm-hmm. - He's got all his fingers.

There's no chips on his feet.

His face seems good.

- Some wear on his lips. - Mm-hmm.

I get it.

I would kiss that face.

He's gonna blow up on socials.

Every woman's Knight in Shining...

Marble.

Good one! Marble...

I was thinking,

I wanna do a whole series of posts

about the restoration.

That's a great idea, Ivy.

Yes!

Okay, Emily, I will, uh, I'll leave you to it.

You definitely have your work cut out for you.

Exciting!

Okay, get cozy.

This is the perfect "before" shot.

Okay, ready?

Yeah.

Smile.

Cute.

Does he seem sad to you?

I think more like

longing?

Poor guy.

Well,

he's definitely longing to be clean again.

I'll see you later?

Sure. Bye.

There, much better.

Though Ivy's right,

I wonder what you're longing for?

Cheer up.

You really are beautiful.

The craftsmanship, I mean.

What is that?

Limestone, maybe?

"I shall not wake but by the kiss...".

Well, from the wear on your lips,

I can imagine there were a few women

that thought you were real.

Hmm.

I wonder what the rest of the ribbon said?

Well, sadly,

those other kisses didn't work.

I guess you're gonna stay a stone forever.

Goodnight, sweet prince.

Wha...?

What are you?

Milady?

You talked?

Where am I?

Such a prison I have never seen!

No!

Art thou real?

Or is this but a dream

- I see before me? - No, no, no, no, wait, wait,

wait, wait, wait, who-who...?

Who are you!

Forgive my rudeness, milady.

I am Sir Griffin de Beauford.

Like the son of... of William de Beauford?

Indeed.

Thou know my father?

No!

No, no, no, no.

You're... you're... you're... You're... You're a statue!

You're not real! You're...

You're...

You're... Oh!

Is my lady unwell?

This isn't real, this...

Milady,

allow me to escort thee to safety

- from this strange dungeon... - No! No!

No, no, no, no, you can't go out there! No!

Wait!

What is this place?

It's a pretty standard open-plan office.

Listen, we've gotta go back inside.

Good morrow, sir.

Wh...

Em, who is this?

He's, uh

uh, he's, um...

Uh, he's a re-enactor.

Yeah, Ivy...

Ivy wanted to do a social media stunt

for the exhibit,

so I... I knew a guy.

It's fantastic.

Yeah!

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Really good initiative.

- Keep up the good work... - Unhand this lady!

Whoa!

Or I shall challenge thee to a feat of arms.

Okay...

That was so authentic.

The "feat of arms" bit?

- I was scared. - Yeah...

Strong actor.

Very strong, I love it.

Scared me half to death, really.

Wow.

Oh, no, no, no, no, please,

no fighting with my boss.

Hmm.

But thy honor, milady...

It's perfectly intact, okay?

Just wait... Here.

Here.

Follow me.

As you wish.

This is not Essex!

No. No, we're in America.

I know not this "America".

Oh, well, you wouldn't,

because you're from 70 years

before Europe ever heard of us.

Surely, thou jest?

'Tis not the year of our lord, 1428?

No, it's the 21st Century.

Oh, this cannot be.

Ah, I cannot breathe!

Griffin...

Griffin, it's gonna be okay.

I know, this is... This is a lot,

but we're gonna get through it together, okay?

Oh, look, I got us a rideshare.

Stand back!

What is this foul beast?

Not an enemy, not an enemy.

It's transportation.

I am a Knight of the Realm, I need my steed.

Please, good sir.

I... require your protection inside the carriage.

I cannot deny a lady's request.

He's a re-enactor.

Cool, huh?

Yeah, okay...

Okay, this way.

Yeah.

Okay...

- I... - Okay.

I do not fit!

Uh, okay... Ooh...

There is no room!

Yes. Yes, it's your sword.

Milady, I...

It's your sword.

We need to store it in the cargo compartment.

Hey, can you pop the trunk?

Yeah, okay, great.

Thank you!

Okay.

The... The sword.

Yeah.

Thank you.

'Tis an instrument of hidden wonder.

Well, you should see an airplane.

I think this might work better.

Hi!

Get in the front.

Wait, wait, wait...

Ready? Yeah.

Come on, hurry up.

I'm being crushed!

I know. It's fine. You're good.

See? Better, right? Much better?

I thank thee, milady.

Okay.

Hi. Okay, I'll help you.

Okay, ready?

Oh...

Yes.

You got it? Oh!

Ah! Ooh!

Oh!

Art thou unharmed, milady?

Um...

Uh, uh, no. Uh, yes. Um, no!

No, no, thank you. Thank you.

Uh, are you okay?

Now that I am on solid ground,

yes.

Well, car sickness is perfectly normal.

I have never ridden so fast a conveyance.

I was unprepared.

Come on, let's get you inside.

This is your castle?

Your family must be powerful, indeed.

Oh, no, this is an apartment building.

I-I live in my own

chambers.

- Yeah. - Hmm.

Indeed, you are wealthy!

I have never seen so many books!

My father has but four,

and he is an Earl.

Oh, no, I-I promise you, I'm not wealthy at all.

What is that scent of flowers,

though there be none?

The Jasmine Dreams air freshener?

Oh, wait, wait, wait! Let's-let's... Oh! Let's...

Let's get you out of your... out of this armor

before you break something I can't afford to replace.

I would be obliged.

Might you send for a page to fetch my squire?

Oh, well, we're a little short on those, but, uh,

but I can help.

I-I know my way around a suit of armor.

'Tis unseemly for a lady to undress a knight.

I know not your name.

Oh, it's... it's Emily Porter. Hi.

Hi, um, no, I-I promise, I'm happy to help.

If thou may,

would you start with the buckles on the side?

Right.

Right, because you're...

You're Sir Griffin de Beauford,

the... a knight

of the 15th Century

from

from 600 years ago.

Oh, wow!

- Milady! - Oh, my god...

Milady...

Are thou again afflicted?

I think I'm...

I think I'm... I think I'm in a little shock,

I can't believe you're real.

'Tis a most miraculous thing.

Oh, and...

I think you could use a... a shower, too.

Let me introduce you to the magic

of indoor plumbing.

Plumbing?

Indoor rain, as hot or cold as one likes?

I have an extraordinary desire to try it.

You should

while I go hide your armor.

Hey, hey, I, uh, I need to tell you something.

Is this something about the social media stunt

I heard about?

Using a knight in shining armor?

Oh, you've heard about that?

The idea is brilliant!

I wish I had thought of it myself.

Well, you can take all the credit.

I just need a favor.

Are you able to get any of your brother's clothes

and shoes that I can borrow,

for someone, um... knight-sized?

Ooh,

so this knight is more than just a stunt?

Look, I am happy to help

if this means you're trying something new.

Oh, it's... it's definitely new,

and very complicated.

Can you come over before work?

And please don't say anything to anyone.

Got it.

Okay.

Thank you.

Right.

Still not a dream.

Uh...

Good morning.

Good morrow, Lady Emily.

I trust you slept well.

Do you, too, have a bed made of clouds?

Well, you can't beat memory foam.

'Tis a gate to another realm.

From whence comes this infinite cold?

Electricity and freons, mostly.

Em, you are not gonna believe this!

The statue is missing!

Oh! Hello.

Hmm.

Have we met before?

You look weirdly familiar.

I think not, milady.

Sir Griffin de Beauford, at thy service.

Sir... Griffin?

Yes.

Emily, the statue's missing!

Call me back ASAP!

Let me get this straight.

You kissed a statue,

and it turned into a real boy?

I...

Yes, basically.

Really?

Really.

Check this out.

Whoa!

Yup,

feels like real armor, all right.

Made from the finest metal mined from His Majesty's lands.

I mean

this is exactly what your horoscope

said was gonna happen.

A "big opportunity" is a little different

than "A statue of an English knight

is gonna come to life."

The very statue that's now missing.

I am not missing.

I am here.

Hmm?

How can it be warm with no fire?

I'll call in sick.

You can't!

You were the last person with the statue!

You need to go in there,

and pretend you have no idea what's going on.

I genuinely don't!

Of course you do,

you woke him up with a kiss!

You don't know that for sure.

It's a solid theory.

Hey, Griffin?

Yes?

What was the last thing you remember

before yesterday?

'Twas the day of my wedding tourney.

The sun blazed high amid the turning leaves,

and all in Essex rejoiced,

for I won the joust.

Hmm.

I went to see my family's physician,

John of Kent...

for something felt amiss

despite my success...

Ah, Sir Griffin.

I hear you took a knock in the joust.

Show me.

Oh, 'tis nothing.

I have come

for there is a strange heaviness in my heart.

Oh, many grooms feel as such before their wedding day.

It will pass.

But to ease your mind,

shall I ask the stars what is to come?

Yes.

Yes...

Ah...

I see.

Oh!

What has thou seen?

Oh, um, nothing of note.

But pray, heed this, Sir Griffin,

stay indoors this eve,

and wish for nothing but a fine wedding on the morrow.

Only then will the shadow pass from your heart.

Now, I must bid thee good day, Sir.

I thank thee.

I wish doctors read star charts today.

I was born in the wrong era.

Alas, I felt no ease at John of Kent's words.

Only one person could quell my fears,

my lady Mother,

who now lives amongst the stars.

I rode to the highest hilltop,

and when she shone bright in the sky,

I wished for my heart to be stone

until I found what would make my heart whole.

You wished upon a star?

Seriously?

Yes.

Waking with a kiss,

wishes on stars?

I mean, this all makes sense!

Yes! Yes, of course.

What sense is this?

It's a classic fairy tale.

Which are just stories, Ivy.

Let me do Griffin's star chart.

Maybe I can see what John of Kent saw,

and prove yours was the kiss that mattered.

I guess,

but since John of Kent was a physician,

maybe there was some writings behind?

He did write a great many tomes.

Okay, well, let's see if any survived.

Okay...

I can't believe it!

My contact at the British Library

listed a copy of John of Kent's diary.

Shall we read it now?

Oh, it's not scanned in the archives.

I'll check to see if he can send it to us.

Hopefully, he can get back to us soon.

Hey, it says here you were born on the summer solstice,

1392.

Do you remember... what time of day it was?

Hmm...

My mother told me

the sun's rays rose into her chambers

as she bore me unto the world.

So... sunrise?

Mm.

I'll ballpark it at 6:00 a.m.

Let's see what we get.

Huh, strange.

I've never seen a star chart like this before.

So said John of Kent.

How do you have his celestial knowledge?

Oh, it's just the Internet.

Oh, it's-it's like the biggest library in the world.

Might we venture there at once?

Uh...

It's Jason, uh

there's an all-hands meeting at 9:00 a.m.

Well, we have to go.

Wait, what about him?

Well, he can't come to the museum.

Obviously.

Will you be okay

staying here alone, Griffin?

I am six and 30.

I can be left on my own.

Right...

Well, you did have a whole life before this moment.

Stay in here.

Don't go outside.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Mm-hmm.

Oh... I'm gonna get so fired.

Emily!

W-W-Why didn't you return my calls?

I'm so sorry, uh, yeah, my ringer was off,

and, well, I got your text about the all-hands meeting,

and, uh, I came right in.

What...? What's going on?

Why-Why... Why is the police here?

I'll tell you at the meeting. Come on.

Okay...

Nothing in French nor Latin?

Hmm...

What kind of library is this?

Permit me to come to thine aid, Mistress.

Oh!

Well, thank you, young man.

Such good manners are few and far between.

'Tis but a trifle.

Not to me.

Are you Emily's friend?

Yes.

I'm glad.

Between you and me, she seems... lonely.

All she does is work.

Do not her parents find suitors?

Not in this day and age.

I would have played matchmaker,

but after what happened with her husband,

I didn't want to meddle.

Oh...

Lady Emily is married?

Not anymore.

Not for two years, is what she said.

Yes.

Oh!

I have to get back to my cookies.

You sure you're okay with this?

Do you have a destination in mind for your bundle?

The garbage?

You... You English use such funny words.

Yes, it is just straight out the front door

and around the side of the building.

Thank you.

'Tis my honor.

Farewell!

Bye.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Uh, as I'm sure you all have heard,

our newly arrived medieval statue is missing,

so without it,

or a signature piece to replace it,

our exhibit can't open.

We are... We're taking great pains

to keep this out of the media,

and we-we expect you all to do the same, please?

Uh, the museum's reputation won't survive

a disaster like this, okay?

Yeah? Oh, hi.

This is Agent Garrett from the FBI.

He's from the Art Crimes division,

and he's here to ask a bunch of questions

to whoever's working on the exhibit,

so, please, just give him full cooperation.

- Thank you, Jason. - You're welcome.

I want to speak to the last person who saw the statue,

a Miss Emily Porter?

What are you doing here?

I'm just here to help

impartially.

How, exactly?

I'm your ex-wife.

This is an obvious conflict of interest.

This is a huge case.

A giant marble statue

disappears from a locked and alarmed museum?

I solve this, and...

And you'll be Head of Art Crimes in D.C.

I knew it.

Let me protect you.

You and I both know

this isn't something you could pull off.

Well... I probably could,

I mean, if... if I wanted to.

I-I don't... I-I wouldn't, but...

I could.

Tell me everything that happened

since the statue arrived.

Well, um...

It came at midday.

I cleaned it all afternoon.

Then, I spoke to Jason on my way out,

um,

and that's it.

And you didn't see anyone who shouldn't be there,

or notice anything unusual?

You didn't get distracted again, did you?

What are you implying?

These are standard questions.

Well, then,

maybe I should have my lawyer present.

That's standard, isn't it?

Not if you want me to help you.

Help me?

Or use me to get ahead at work again?

Are you okay?

What happened?

It's all a bit of a haze.

I never expected my ex to question me.

The FBI agent?

That's Tom?

Isn't that a conflict of interest?

Exactly!

That's what I told him,

but Tom tried to sell it

by saying that he could protect me

if he were here.

I should report him.

Well, if you got out of there that quickly,

maybe he is protecting you.

No, I played the "lawyer" card,

not that I have one.

You have my brother.

He'll help us.

He owes me.

Thank you.

I should really go check on Griffin.

Do you think that you can cover for me?

Of course. I've got this.

Griffin!

Griffin,

are you here?

He's "gone" gone.

I don't know!

Griffin?

Griffin, where are you?

Well, I don't know.

Wait.

Methinks I found my quarry.

I'll call you back.

Excuse me... Griffin, what are you doing?

- Whoa! - Oh, wow!

Milady.

You're practically a superhero.

Help! Help!

He stole my bag!

Duty calls!

I have need of your stallion!

Griffin, what are you doing? That's not your horse!

I shall return thy besom.

Unhand that bag, Thief!

Unhand that bag at once!

I thank thee.

My knight in shining armor.

'Twas my honor.

Well, that was incredible.

No wonder you won your wedding joust.

Apologies, milady.

I am a knight,

and I cannot ignore damsels in distress.

Let me reward you for your gallantry, Sir Knight.

I bid you all good day.

Thank you.

Here you go.

'Tis a gift?

Mm-hmm.

Cinnamon?

What luxury. I have tasted it but once.

But this pumpkin...

Oh, right.

Pumpkins are from America.

It's a squash.

No, gourd.

Ah, I see.

The fall harvest is a time of plenty.

Bitter, yet sweet.

I have not tasted the like.

Hmm, allow me, milady.

Thank you.

Of course.

I must say,

I am troubled to have caused you agitation

on this fine day.

Oh, no, it's... it's okay.

I'm sure today hasn't been easy on you either.

All this must seem... very strange.

Indeed,

but to follow the code of chivalry

is to rise above oneself

in the perpetual service of others.

One does what one must.

But you must have questions?

Many.

This is an age of wonder.

'Tis warm indoors, without the need of fire,

food seems plentiful

with many colored packages on display,

and yet,

all are entranced by small boxes.

Why not speak to each other?

Hmm, yes, how do I explain this? Um

the box lets you talk to people far away.

Ah!

Like messenger pigeons?

- Yes. - Yes...

Yes, if pigeons could deliver a letter

in seconds, instead of hours.

Perhaps this is a quest.

For what, I do not know.

Nor once I have achieved it,

to return to my time...

Dost thou think I must be turned to stone again?

I'm not sure,

but there were carved instructions

left on you.

Maybe John of Kent did that?

I have no such markings on my person,

nor my armor as I recall.

Oh, it was carved onto another piece of stone.

"I shall not wake but by the kiss."

But the rest broke off.

I'm afraid the FBI has it now,

but once we get the book,

I'm sure we'll know what to do next.

Perhaps too much importance is placed upon these writings.

I fear I may never see my home again.

Hey!

We'll figure it out.

But maybe there's somewhere that can feel like home

until then.

Oh, a fayre!

Will there be games?

Yeah.

What is this "Halloween"?

Oh, you may know it as "Samhain",

but in this age,

we dress up in costumes,

and, uh, eat candy...

Oh, confection.

I have tasted sugar candy but once...

Hmm!

At the court of King Henry.

You went to court?

Oh, many times.

Hey, Emily!

Hey!

So... what do you think?

It's looking great, Marcus.

This is...

Oh, Marcus, this is Griffin...

Griffin, uh...

Knight.

Griffin Knight.

He's from England.

Mm-hmm.

Good day to thee, milord.

Great to meet you, too.

Are you working on the museum's medieval exhibit

with Emily?

Sort of.

He knows more about the medieval period than I do.

I doubt that.

Welcome, Griffin.

I hope you won't hold the very many anachronisms

of this Halloween Fayre against me.

Any fayre is a welcome fayre.

Agreed.

Shall we tour the grounds?

Yeah, I doubt this demo will be ready in time.

Emily, any chance you're versed in the poleaxe?

Well... in theory,

but, uh, I bet my friend here knows more.

The poleaxe is not my specialty.

I am more expert in joust,

though I may share some steps, if you wish?

Please.

Thank you.

Not his "specialty"?

Where'd you find this guy, Emily?

You'll never believe me.

Hey, any chance you wanna take over as the Green Knight?

You know, he's supposed to win the poleaxe duel, but, uh...

No offense, Kevin, you're terrible.

You would falsen the competition?

'Tis without honor.

Well, it's not a real competition.

It's just part of a show.

It's a bard's tale.

These knights are actors.

You would permit rogues and ruffians

to masquerade as Knights of the Realm?

Well, acting is a perfectly respectable profession now.

Yeah, everybody already knows how it turns out.

It's history.

The Green Knight is Sir Edmund of Essex.

I did not know he was so well known.

Edmund is a formidable knight,

but he never wins.

He did this day.

He not only won the tournament,

but also the hand of the lady who became his wife,

Lady Beatrice of Anjou.

She is a fine lady.

Hey, Marcus,

I think you better get over there

- before they hurt themselves. - Oh, jeez, yeah.

Um, nice to meet you, Griffin,

and Emily, see you at happy hour tomorrow?

Wouldn't miss it.

Guys, guys,

hey, hey, hey, hey, hey...

My half-brother married my betrothed.

He did.

I'm... I'm sorry.

A known treatment for heartache.

I have not tasted the like.

Mm-hmm.

'Tis like nothing I have known.

Cold as snow,

sweeter than honey,

and filled with many heavenly delights.

Rocky Road's the best.

Yet... I am not of a mind to enjoy such delights.

I get it.

It's a lot.

If I had a sister,

and found out she married my ex,

I'd...

I'd feel weird about it, too.

My heart does not ache for lost love,

but for my lost life.

What did my family think happened?

Um, my research only said

that you disappeared on your wedding day.

They believed I ran from my nuptials,

and thought me a coward?

I can't believe anyone who knew you

would think that about you.

You won almost every tournament you entered.

Songs were sung in your honor.

Your hand was the most coveted for your age,

and your match to Lady Beatrice

was considered a great one,

for all involved.

'Twas not the life I wanted,

but my selfishness caused pain.

You didn't turn yourself to stone.

You just wished for more time to figure things out,

and for what it's worth,

I'm glad you woke up in my time.

And I as well.

Uh, there are no cameras in the offices,

just in public spaces.

What about the conservation studio?

No, there are none there, either.

Walk me through the timeline again?

Sure, yeah,

so, uh, Emily left at approximately 6:00 p.m.

The studio locks automatically.

Only she and I have codes.

I left approximately 6:30 p.m.

Who's that man there?

Oh, that's the knight.

Yeah, he's part of the marketing stunt

for our new exhibit.

You should talk to our social media manager,

Ivy, about it, she's...

right there.

Who is he?

A re-enactor for social media.

Why is he with Emily and not you?

She was helping me.

Where did he come from?

I didn't see him enter the building.

He didn't wear his armor in?

I checked the museum's social media accounts.

Nothing knight-related has been posted.

I mean, given everything that's happened,

I didn't think I should promote a statue

that doesn't exist.

Doesn't exist?

Did you even see it?

I did.

Did you take photos of it?

Yes.

- Did you share these photos? - No.

And if I got a warrant for your phone,

would I see otherwise?

Of course not.

Okay, what's this re-enactor's name,

and his contact details?

I'll

have to

contact his talent agency.

Um, yeah, I just can't remember which one it was.

Um...

Send me whatever you get ASAP.

I'll follow up myself.

Absolutely.

Oh!

I thought I had to promise my firstborn.

Thank you.

Yes, I'll tell you anything of note.

Okay, talk soon.

Oh! Ivy, Ivy, I have the best news.

John of Kent's diary is on its way.

Wow, sounds like you've got some friends in high places.

Eh, mostly library basements.

Unfortunately, I still have to find a sculpture

that was as good as Griffin's was.

No pressure, right?

Yikes.

Um...

Can we...?

Yeah.

Um, speaking of Griffin,

and don't freak out,

but Tom might have seen you and Griffin in all of his armor

on the museum's security camera.

Oh!

I didn't even think about the cameras!

W-W-What did Tom say?

Oh, nothing.

He just wanted to know who Griffin was

and why you were with him.

Okay, uh... and what did you say?

That he was a re-enactor, and you were helping me.

Um, but now, Tom wants to know the name of his talent agent.

Oh, no...

No, no, no, no.

No, it's fine, it's fine.

I'm just gonna ignore the FBI man's calls.

It's not a big deal, right?

It's just the authorities.

Oof!

Okay, I just, I...

I think we just need a distraction.

- Okay? - Okay.

Wanna show Griffin what I learned

about his star chart?

Yes, please.

The night you turned to stone, in 1428,

there was a rare celestial event.

The conjunction of all eight planets.

And what is the meaning of this?

I'm not sure,

but I think this is what your physician saw.

The conjunction happened just after sunset.

When I made my wish.

Yes,

I think you made it just as the planets aligned.

So, the conjunction was led by Venus.

The Roman goddess of love?

Exactly,

and Griffin wished his heart would turn to stone

until he found the whole of his heart.

Guys

do you see where I'm going with this?

Yes,

the stars granted my wish

and awakened me in this time to find my true love.

Your true love.

Now, wait a minute...

I believe only Griffin's true love

could wake him with a kiss.

It could have been the stars!

Look, I just...

I just don't believe

true love is real.

I believe this is what John was trying to communicate

with the ribbon.

And after all these years,

why me?

Perhaps it is fate?

Well, we still don't know what John of Kent's diary says.

Yes.

So, we can't jump to any conclusions.

Let's just table this for now.

We have Marcus' happy hour to get to.

Mistress Ivy...

Hmm?

You must come.

Oh, I would love to,

but I'm supposed to meet my brother for drinks.

Oh, bring him along!

Then so it shall be!

It seems Sir Marcus has captured your attention,

and you, his.

I don't know about that.

I'm gonna go get us some drinks.

Oh, 'tis like shove-groat,

a game I would play with my cousins.

You want me to teach you?

Yes.

Ha!

Okay, your turn.

See what you got.

How does one position oneself?

Well, you... you stand square to the table...

Right.

Feet hip-width apart.

Put your hand here.

Grab a puck,

put it here,

and you,

and, um, you,

and then you pull back,

and you lightly push

and release.

Hey!

And how did that feel? Okay?

Perfection.

Might I request a favor from my lady?

For luck.

I don't have any... Oh...

Wait.

How about one for me?

I mean, we are competing with one another.

Alas, sweet lady.

I have no words worthy of thy beauty.

Are you trying to make me swoon so hard that I lose?

Never,

for it is my duty to please thee above all.

Sorry to interrupt,

I just wanted to introduce you to my brother, Steve.

Hey, nice shirt.

I thank you for your assistance

in procuring these fine garments.

Happy to help.

Ivy said that the airlines lost your luggage

in the flight over from England?

Right!

Yes, um...

Well, why don't we go have a drink?

Good idea. Come on.

I thank thee.

'Tis ale?

It's a lager, but close enough.

It's so light.

Has it been watered?

Watered-down?

Perish the thought!

Ugh!

It's as bitter as wormwood.

The beer I favor tastes of smoke and honey,

with hints of rosemary.

I shall not partake in this.

I'm sorry, I should have warned you about the hops.

Do you want to try some ginger ale, instead?

What is this dancing on my tongue?

Carbonation.

It was actually invented by an Englishman.

Yeah, it's said he...

It gave him a "peculiar satisfaction."

I must agree.

It's delicious!

Are you saying you've never tried soda before?

What, they don't have soft drinks in the UK?

Well, no...

Well, he, um...

He likes to stay in character

when he's immersed in medieval research.

That's cool!

I love the dedication.

Steve?

I'll get you another drink.

Thank you.

A lady needs to know

a suitor will provide her every need.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

You're welcome.

Hey, Ivy,

sit here.

I mean, if you want to.

Yes! Thank you.

Are you, uh, playing matchmaker?

They gaze with equal longing.

'Tis just a word of encouragement.

Well, it's nice of you to notice.

We are in need of a song to honor my new friends!

Sing with me!

♪ Oh! Sweet, lovely, gentle lady ♪

♪ Forsake me not so hastily ♪

♪ For none do hold dominion o'er my heart ♪

♪ But you, alone ♪

♪ For your sweet mastery of my heart to stay ♪

♪ Unbearably unbound ♪

♪ Yet for your company I'll not be swayed ♪

♪ No remedy be found... ♪

Hear, hear!

♪ Sweet, lovely, gentle lady ♪

♪ Do not, I pray despair of me ♪

♪ For none hold such dominion o'er my heart ♪

♪ But you, alone... ♪♪

These are my friends!

Where did you learn that song?

Upon my mother's knee.

Though she would always say

that my enthusiasm for song

far surpassed my abilities.

Your mother was not wrong.

You have to compete in Sunday's tournament!

- Yes! - You're a natural.

How long are you in town?

Uh...

I know not.

Just that, right now,

there is no time,

nor place,

I would rather be.

Another round?

- Huzzah! - Huzzah!

Another round!

I thank you for this day.

I have not felt so at ease

since, well...

Since you turned to stone?

- Oh, long before then. - Mm.

'Tis hard to put my feelings to words.

I've never lived a life just for me.

Well, I'm glad,

and I'm happy to help.

My mother would have liked you.

I wonder if she can see me still?

If she can see you.

I know a place

where we can be a little closer to her.

Come.

Bingo.

We are taller than the tallest hill.

Well, not the tallest,

but... I like it up here, too.

After my beloved mother passed,

when anything went amiss in my life,

I would seek out the tallest hill

as to be closer to her.

It always seemed to make things better.

That's so beautiful.

Milady,

this may be too forward,

but I would like to ask your permission to court you.

Court me?

I would normally ask your father,

but I have learned in this day

'tis best to ask a lady directly.

Is this because of what Ivy said?

About true love's kiss?

Neither the stars,

nor any person,

can dictate what my heart believes.

You are uncertain.

What if this is where I am meant to remain?

Where I want to be?

Do you not believe in fate?

I used to.

Before Tom.

Who is this "Tom"?

He's my ex-husband.

Aye...

Your neighbor told me

he has been gone these two years.

I am very sorry for your loss.

Oh, no, no, I'm... I'm not a widow.

It's...

I'm... divorced.

Thank you.

It is a modern luxury

to choose a partner,

and then change your mind if you were wrong.

Hmm...

May I ask why he was wrong?

Well, he wasn't at first.

We met in school.

We both majored in art history.

Tom was... funny,

smart,

and I spent all day studying about romance,

and courtly love,

and I thought he was my soulmate.

'Tis a strange age

where a man does not cherish a lady such as you,

with such intelligence, wit, and beauty.

I bet all the ladies of Essex

swooned at your words.

I would not know.

I have never had eyes for another

till I met you.

You're sweet,

but I'm just not looking for love right now.

But I'll be here for you,

just... not like that.

Of course.

Ivy, this is Agent Garrett of the FBI.

I've yet to receive information about your... re-enactor.

Call me back ASAP,

or I'll charge you with obstruction of justice.

Hello, dear, could you...?

Oh, you're not who I was expecting.

Who were you expecting?

The nice Griffin.

My neighbor Emily's friend, from England.

Uh, sorry, and you are?

I'm also a friend of Emily's.

I'd like to ask you a few questions

about this... Griffin, is it?

Emily would know, so you should call her.

She's at work now.

Lady Emily?

Lady Emily, have you returned?

How did thou enter these chambers?

Easy there, buddy. Put down the sword.

I know the lady living here.

And thou art?

Emily's husband.

You are her husband no more.

I heard tales.

You are Tom.

The ex.

I've not heard tales of you.

Hmm.

Who are you?

Why are you wearing Emily's robe?

I am Griffin... Knight.

Here at Lady Emily's request.

Thou are not.

I bid you take thy leave.

I am master of joust,

though just as proficient in the sword.

There's no need to resort to violence.

Well, I would not strike an unarmed man, Tom.

'Tis without honor.

I'm worried about Emily.

I don't want to have to arrest her, but...

Thou art a bailiff?

No, I'm an FBI agent.

A what?

I don't want her to get hurt.

I know you were at the museum the day the statue went missing.

If you care about Emily at all,

you'll tell me everything you know.

Planning on returning to England any time soon?

Hmm.

I have no such plans.

I'll be seeing you, Griffin...

Knight.

This is it.

Ooh...

It's in Latin.

It's gonna take me some time to translate,

but it's mostly medical notes,

star charts...

I could spend months studying this.

Allow me, milady.

- Oh! Oh... - My father spared no expense

- in my education... - Oh, be careful.

What does it say?

My physician writes of my last visit to him.

He does indeed see the planets align

as the "conjunction of love".

He believed I was doomed to remain of stone

until my true love would appear,

and I would have until the next conjunction,

some 600 years hence,

to fulfil the terms of my fate.

Okay...

What? What is it?

It's a bit smudged.

It's somewhat illegible.

Can I...? Can I see it?

"Qui excitavit..."

"One who awakens

as a knight

must give...

Animo

"inspiration to all without question..."

"or turn to stone

forever."

Was that correct?

In essence.

I don't think you can go back home again.

I'm sorry, Griffin.

I do not wish to be stone again.

John of Kent said

that you have until the next conjunction, right?

Is there, um, a chart in there?

Yes.

Oh, um... Mm.

Here.

Okay, um,

let me compare his celestial findings

that he recorded in 1428

with our current star maps,

then look for a matching planetary alignment.

Got it!

So quickly?

Give it up for modern technology.

And...?

How long do I have?

Three days,

until 8:11 p.m.

I'm sorry.

Hmm.

Th-There must be something we can do,

right?

Griffin needs a place to... to inspire all, right?

If that's what you read.

Well, in medieval times,

they used tournaments

to express, uh, the chivalric ideal,

and the only tournament I know of is...

Sir Marcus's Medieval Fayre.

Exactly.

If you can compete on Sunday,

you can complete your quest.

Oh!

Oh, food's here.

I'll go get it,

and then we can talk to Marcus.

Don't worry, we're gonna fix this.

What are you not telling us?

There are many translations

of the Latin word "animo".

Here,

it means not "inspiration" nor "courage".

It says I need the one who woke the knight,

which is me,

to give her heart without question.

You need your true love's heart?

Aye,

and she must give it without prompt,

or we shall not succeed.

Is it already happening?

I believe it is starting.

Why didn't you say something?

I was afraid, Mistress Ivy,

to find the answers to the cause of my affliction.

Griffin, you have to tell Emily.

No, I cannot.

She must love me on her own,

in her own time,

if at all.

'Tis our destiny,

or 'tis not.

What is this noisy, flying beast, high in the sky?

That's an airplane.

It's another form of modern transportation.

What a marvelous wonder.

What is that enchanting scent?

Mm...

Thank you.

Two dogs, Chicago style,

and I promise you,

no dogs were harmed in the making.

The meat is so savory.

Mm-hmm.

Bread is so light,

and this yellow sauce?

It's mustard.

You like it?

Mm, yes.

Delicious.

Oh, no, it's Tom.

He wants to talk.

Then I shall go in your stead.

No.

No, no, no, I have to do this.

You need to get to the fayre.

I'll call you a rideshare,

but here, take this

in case you need anything

and.

I really do hope that this tournament

helps make you whole again.

As do I.

I'll see you later.

Farewell.

Hey, hey, hey!

Oh!

Well done!

Hear, hear!

Griffin, you're incredible with the sword!

You must have had formal training?

Aye, but what of the joust?

Will it not be a part of the tournament?

Oh, we don't have the budget for horses,

so we're having an archery competition instead.

It will be a tournament worthy of a great knight.

Then we feast!

Ah, a feast as well?

Why did you not say?

It is not only fighting you need, but dancing!

Do you a lutenist?

Uh, no, but I booked a DJ.

Does Master D.J. know the courtly dances?

You mean from medieval times?

Yes.

I highly doubt it.

We may have time to remedy that.

Let's do it!

One pumpkin spice latte, extra cinnamon.

I remember.

You didn't get one for yourself?

I drink it black.

No lattes at the FBI field office, unfortunately.

I need to talk to you about your houseguest.

I think he might be dangerous.

Tom...

I couldn't find a single thing in his name.

No passport.

No birth certificate.

No address, nothing.

It's so strange.

It-It's like he came out of nowhere.

He has to be a con artist.

That's the only explanation I can think of.

After he threatened me with a sword...

Wait, what? He threatened you with a sword?

When did this happen?

I went to your apartment.

He wasn't happy to see me.

Why-why were you in my apartment?

I shouldn't tell you this,

but I have evidence

that could place Griffin at the scene of the crime.

You need to distance yourself.

You're so worried about solving your case at any cost,

even if it means blaming someone who's innocent.

I wanna solve the case, but I'm here for you.

I'm worried you're going to throw your life away

for someone you barely know.

Frankly

you're the best thing that's ever happened to me.

I know this is the worst timing,

but...

I never got over you,

and I would do anything to protect you.

Thank you for saying that, Tom,

but I don't feel the same way anymore.

I should be going.

If Griffin is really here to stay,

then there's a whole world for him to see,

and people to be with.

I... I don't wanna hold him back.

You are not holding him back!

You're helping him live.

When I was with Tom,

I was so in love with the idea of love

that

I just went with it.

What if that happens with Griffin?

Are you sure that's not fear talking?

I'll call you back, okay? Thanks.

Oh.

Hey!

Did Marcus drop you off?

Aye.

His vehicle, uh

whew, is quite fast.

He does like to race around.

I love that you're getting out there

navigating the city,

making new friends.

Soon, we'll...

We'll have to find you a place of your own.

I wish to be nowhere but here,

if... you wish the same to be true.

Yeah.

Yeah, I like having you here.

I have a question.

Anything, milady.

Why didn't you tell me about Tom?

About him coming here?

Oh, I did not want to add to your troubles.

He was just worried for thy safety.

And what?

I believe he still loves you.

You need to know about Tom.

He says a lot of things

he doesn't follow through with

unless it's for himself.

Our whole relationship was built on his needs,

and not what I needed.

I see.

I have added to your troubles.

No. No, no, no,

I'm...

I'm meant to be helping you

prepare for tomorrow,

not rehash my love life.

Then let us not worry.

Lady Emily of Porter

may I escort you to the fayre tomorrow,

and compete in your honor?

I'd be delighted.

Whoo!

I know not what that game is, but we must play.

We will.

My liege.

You never told me your King and Queen

would attend such an event.

Oh, well, they're not real royalty.

They're just the King and Queen of the fayre.

We're down to our final two competitors:

Sir Griffin de Beauford...

Whoo!

And Sir Fredrick Myers!

Take your time. You got this!

'Twas but for practice.

Okay...

- Ah! - Wow!

Ha ha!

Thank you.

And the victor is...

Sir Griffin!

Well done, Sir Griffin.

I thank you, Sir Fredrick.

You bested me today.

Until next time.

Until next time.

Sir Griffin

please step forward.

As the victorious knight of today's tournament,

who will you crown as Lady of Love and Beauty?

Lady Emily of Porter.

Your Highness.

Sir Griffin and Lady Emily

will now lead the first dance of the evening.

Thank you.

Today has been...

Amazing.

Yeah.

Griffin?

How are you this morning?

Did you give inspiration to all?

Did it work?

"I pray you have had a restful repose.

I shall return with spiced pumpkin."

FBI.

Open up.

We have a warrant to search your premises.

Ivy! I need a favor.

I need you to find Griffin and hide him.

Griffin!

Griffin!

Aye! Good morrow, Mistress Ivy.

We don't have time for good morrows.

Just get in!

I cannot.

I have spiced pumpkin to deliver

and a lady to woo.

Griffin, we don't have time for that, okay?

Please, just get in.

I must inform Lady Emily.

She was the one who wanted me to come and get you.

Look, I will explain everything in the car,

but we have to leave. Now.

Get in!

Good job.

Okay, chop, chop! Let's go.

I can't believe you're doing this.

I'm sorry. I had no choice.

Check the closet!

And how did you even get a warrant?

On what grounds?

Wrap it up. Carefully!

You knew it was in there? How?

The closet door was open when I was in here.

It's evidence in plain sight.

I can't let you take it.

Don't make me arrest you for obstruction of justice.

Tom...

Miss Porter,

where is Griffin Knight?

Honestly?

I don't know.

I must return to Lady Emily.

She requires my protection.

I know that every bone in your body

wants to run to her right now,

but you'll only make things worse.

- Can we just stay here... - One second, okay?

And help Marcus,

until we hear more?

Hey, Ivy.

Hey, Griffin.

Thanks so much for coming.

We can use all the hands we can get.

I'm at your service.

Just, uh, pitch in anywhere.

I'll be back in a minute.

I have a few things I've gotta take care of.

- Okay. - Bye.

I take it that Emily hasn't professed

her undying love for you?

Have you told her what will happen?

The conjunction is today.

She says we are to be friends.

How can I ask for more?

But you'll turn to stone.

You have to tell her,

or... I will.

Then it will never work.

I cannot tie her to me under obligation.

If you do not love the one you are bound to,

that is no life to live.

I have lived that life, Mistress Ivy,

and I will not force that on another.

She does love you.

She's just... scared to say it.

If I had not wished upon my mother's star...

Don't despair.

We still have a couple of hours before the conjunction.

All is not lost.

You are right.

There is still time to return to whence it all began.

That armor is no evidence of a crime.

It belongs to Griffin.

It was made specially for him.

That's good to know.

If it wasn't for this armor,

I never would have connected Griffin to the crime.

What do you mean?

I thought you were alone in that conservation studio,

but the marble dust and mortar that was on the armor

matches the ribbon mortar and dust

that was at the crime scene.

Griffin had to be there.

Just tell me the truth, and I'll get you immunity.

Okay, yeah.

Congratulations!

You figured it out.

That stone ribbon was on the statue,

and I kissed it, and he came to life,

and he moved into my guest room!

That's right!

Griffin is the statue.

That's why you can't find any record of him.

This is serious, Emily.

I can't help you if you don't help me.

I have no doubt Griffin stole the statue,

and he used you to do it.

And how did he do that, exactly?

- Do you want the truth? - Hmm.

He conned you.

He wouldn't.

Griffin says what he means,

and he means it.

The only one conning me is you.

Once I have him in custody, you'll see.

I'll get the truth out of him,

one way or another.

Ivy, Tom is scouring the city for Griffin.

You have to keep him out of sight

until I clear this up.

Ooh... I don't know how to tell you this...

Griffin's gone.

No... No, Ivy, no!

I know, I'm sorry.

I-I don't know how he got away.

Did he say anything before he disappeared?

Um.

Something like, "I shall return to whence it all began."

"Whence it all began"?

He seemed resigned.

Look, Emily, I need to tell you something.

I think I know where he is. I'll call you back.

No, just wait!

Em...

Griffin!

Please...

Please go before it's too late.

I cannot.

Your troubles will soon be over.

Yes, but I-I don't want my troubles to be over.

I want you to stay.

Please? You...

It's happening, isn't it?

It matters not.

I will not run this time.

Fear no longer weighs my heart.

I do this for my love of thee.

Griffin Knight!

You're wanted for questioning.

Tom! Did you follow me here?

Griffin...

Griffin, I-I-I need to tell you. I...

I do...

Sit.

Don't move.

Ooh! Griffin!

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Meet me at the tallest hill.

Emily!

You can't be here.

He didn't do anything wrong!

I can't know that.

If he could con you,

who else is this man deceiving?

You have no evidence to keep him here.

You made this personal, Tom.

Let him go, right now.

I can't do that, Emily.

You need to leave.

Emily!

Sorry, we got here as fast as we could.

- Is this him? - Yes.

Agent Garrett, Steve Novak,

representing Griffin Knight.

I believe you've arrested my client on false pretenses.

We just brought him in for questioning, that's all.

In handcuffs?

I believe we have a case for a civil suit

as you did not disclose

the conflict of interest with your ex-wife.

Now, we're happy to keep that information private,

once Mr. Knight is free of all charges

unless, of course,

you do have lawfully collected evidence in the case?

He's gone.

You mean he's free to go, right?

If you'll come with me, sir.

Emily, you need to listen to me.

Okay, Griffin didn't want me to say anything,

but if his true love doesn't love him fully

by the conjunction of Venus at 8:11 p.m. tonight,

he's gonna turn into stone forever.

But I thought he just needed to...

Inspire?

I know, but he said

that "animo" can mean many things.

Oh, no, I got it wrong.

Em, he's convinced that you don't love him.

No, but I do.

I do love him!

I bid you good eve, fair Mother.

Again, I stand before you with a heavy heart.

I fear I may turn to stone for eternity.

I wish for more time to spend with my one true love

whether she loves me or not.

Every moment I spend with her,

my heart bursts with joy.

Griffin!

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

No, Griffin...

You're the sweetest, most gallant man

I've ever met in my life.

I can't imagine living without you.

You do not need to say words you do not mean,

not for any man.

No, but I do mean them!

I do. I was afraid.

But then you

then you came into my life,

and you... you gave me true happiness.

I love you, Sir Griffin,

with all my heart.

And thus, as was writ upon the stars,

Sir Griffin de Beauford was saved

by the kiss of Lady Emily of Porter,

his one true love,

and they lived happily ever after.

Griffin! Emily!

Hey!

So, I just...

I wanted to thank you.

Your-your translation of John of Kent's diary

really unearthed a new understanding

of how love and honor were read in the stars.

It's just unbelievable.

John would have been honored

that his life's work was seen by so many.

Hmm.

Did you hear anything else about the investigation?

Oh, well, the sculpture will be put on a watch list,

but without any other evidence,

the FBI's gonna move on to other cases.

Oh, well, that's... that's great.

I'm glad everything worked out.

Well, I believe everything happens for a reason.

In fact, the exhibit and the love story re-enactment

are so popular,

that the museum wants to take it on a world tour.

- Really? - Really!

Really! Yes.

And it needs a permanent curator

to travel with it.

Oh... Wha... Me?

No.

Ah... I'm joking!

- Oh! - Yes! Ha ha!

Yes, you. Yeah, I'm joking.

Yes, you. We couldn't do it without you.

Great! Yes! Thank you.

Thank you.

Griffin,

are you sure we've never met before?

No, I don't believe so.

Okay.

All right. Talk soon, guys.

Farewell.

So... what do you say, Sir Knight?

Do you wanna go see

the rest of the modern world with me?

I truly do not care where,

or when I am,

as long as I'm with you.