All language subtitles for Love Finds You In Sugarcreek

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Whoa!

Hey, there's no one driving that thing!

Ho!

Someone stop it!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa.
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Easy.

Easy, boy.

You boys lose something?

That was scary.
-Officer!

Good. I've never seen such a thing.

Shouldn't we bring those
boys in or something?

Trust me, whatever
punishment we give them,

it's nothing compared to what's
waiting for them at home.

Those boys know if anything
was to happen to that horse,

if it got injured, the whole family
would lose its ability to plow the field,

make food for the winter.

So that's it?

They're just gonna feel
really, really guilty?

It works.

Believe me. It won't happen again.

I guess growing up here,
you know all this stuff.

You have no idea.

Where are we?

Ohio, somewhere.

I miss Mommy.

I know. Me too. Me too, buddy.

I got to get you something for that cough.

I have to go to the bathroom.
I have to go bad.

Hang on, buddy. Hang on.

I have to go pee.

All right. Where's your bathroom?
-I have to go pee.

Oh, it's right back there.
-Thank you. Thank you.

Hold it. Hold it. Hold it.

What's that?

I don't know.

I know you don't want to talk about it.

But you can't keep putting it off.
You have to decide.

What is there to decide?

You guys should be enjoying your time now.

You can't keep killing
yourselves running this old inn.

Who will I cook for if we close the inn?
Fate, we will have no guests.

That's the point. Aunt Lydia, you
wouldn't have to cook anymore.

I love to cook.

The three of you have been taking
care of me since I was 10 years old.

I don't know what I would do without you.

You're family.
-And you're my family.

So listen to me, please?

I would like to help. I
have a little money.

This inn was built by your grandfather.

We have been running it for decades.

And just last week, you fell down the
stairs carrying the chamber pot.

Well, at least it wasn't full.

That is not even remotely funny. You could
have broken your neck. You could have.

Honest work is from God.
-Ja.

Just... so afraid.

If anything were to happen
to any one of you...

Don't want Rachel to be afraid.

Dad, look! Horsey!

Whoa!

You are having trouble?

Trouble?
-Yeah.

Do you know where the nearest town is?
I can't get a signal.

Yeah. Sugarcreek, two miles that way.

You stay here. I know a mechanic.
I'll send him to you.

Great. Thank you.

Hyah. Hyah.

It is a difficult thing you ask.

Okay.

We will close the inn to paying guests.

Thank you.

On one condition.

That if we have reason to believe that
God has put a stranger at our door,

we will not turn that stranger away.

But...
-That is scripture.

There is no compromise
in doing God's will.

Agreed.

You want the good news or the bad news?

Good news... I can fix it.

Bad news... You got a blown head gasket.

It'll take a day or two to pull
the engine head and resurface it,

a day to get it back in, plus
I gotta order the parts.

That's another day or so.
-How much is that all gonna cost?

I'd say you're looking at about $400.

Yeah. Go ahead and order the parts.

I'm gonna need a deposit.

Yeah, sure.

Hang on.

You got my wallet?

No? Hey, I know this is
going to sound funny,

but, I think somebody stole my wallet.

You want to use the phone? Call somebody?

I don't really have anybody to call.

Well, police station's
right down the street.

Um, can I just leave this here a couple
of days till I can figure something out?

Pull it around back. But
only for a couple days.

Is there anyplace cheap
to stay around here?

There isn't even an expensive
place to stay right now.

Everything's booked up
for the Swiss Festival.

This place is crawling with tourists.

There's a campground a
couple of miles up the road.

They might have a spot, if
you don't mind roughing it.

I don't really have much of a choice.

Thanks.

Daddy, I'm tired.

I know, buddy. We'll find someplace
to rest real soon. I promise.

Whoa. wie geht's?
-Oh.

We meet again. Where is your vehicle?

Turns out we did have trouble after all.

Perhaps you should buy a
good horse and buggy?

Now right now that doesn't
sound like a bad idea.

Oh.

Oh, your boy is ill. Where are you going?

The guy says there's a campground
a couple miles up the road here.

Oh, nein, nein. A campground
is no place for a sick child.

He should have a roof over his head.

Well, even if I could find a place,
I don't have much money, so...

Come. Come. I know a place.

Yeah, come. It's good.

I am Eli Troyler, and this is Rosey.

I'm Joe Matthews. This is my son, Bobby.

Good to meet you, Joe Matthews.

How was lunch?

Very filling.

How do you guys read that stuff?
It'll turn your brains to mush.

We're keeping up with current events.

Rachel, Kim,

we need to go over the logistics
for the festival next weekend.

I'm thinking if we close off Main
Street right here on the east end,

force all the traffic
up on the right here,

we've got this
additional parking area.

So we need a couple of barricades.

I must go, Joe Matthews. It
is past time for milking.

Oh, no, what about the...
-My cousins will take good care of you.

Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

I'm Anna.

Hi. I'm Joe. This is Bobby.

We got cookies. Come on!

Ja, ja.

There is no electricity. This is our way.

I understand, but, um...

Still it will be good, I think,
for you and your boy, yes?

I don't... I mean, yeah,
it's gonna be great.

So you will stay.

How much do you charge?

Oh, Eli explained your situation.

You're tired. You will have dinner with
us and then get a good night's rest.

We can discuss payment in the morning.

You mean, seriously?

I'm Bertha, this is Lydia, and our sister
Anna is with your boy on the swing.

Okay. Um, but, ma'am, I, -

You are welcome.

I'm told we can expect
an even bigger crowd

than last year, upwards
of 60.000 people.

Well, I called the sheriff's department.
They have people standing by.

E.M.T.'s are on notice.
-Good.

Rachel, your aunt's on the phone.

Kim, write down what we want
over here, okay? Hello?

Rachel, you will come
to dinner, ja?

Aunt Lydia, I told you you
don't have to shout. Remember?

Bertha says you must meet Joe.

Who's Joe?

Aunt Lydia?

Ooh!

Hi, Rachel. This... This is Bobby.

He's staying with us.

His dad has no money.
-Is that right?

Yeah.
-Where is Bobby's dad?

Oh, good. Rachel is here.
Rachel is our niece.

Rachel, this is Joe Matthews.

Officer.

Want more? Want more? All right.

Delta 107, I got that info...

So, Joe, what brings you to Sugarcreek?

You here for the Swiss Festival?

Um, just passing through.
My truck broke down.

You'll be moving on then?
As soon as it's fixed, yeah.

Heading home?
-I haven't decided.

Where's home exactly?
-Oh, Rachel, so many questions.

Let the man eat.
-I'm just talking.

Yeah?
Just talking.

Right, Joe?

Well, let's just say
we're between addresses.

Where's Bobby's mom?

My mommy's in heaven.

Save room for dessert.

Oh, and tomorrow...

I'll show you the kitties.

Yay! Meow.

Meow.

Meow?
-Meow.

Thank you, ma'am. That
was a delicious dinner.

It's been a rough day. You just
made it a whole lot better.

Danke.

First thing tomorrow, we'll talk
about how I'm gonna pay for this.

But right now, I'm just gonna
get this little guy to bed.

Would it be all right if I
spent the night tonight?

Of course. You are always welcome.

Good night, Officer.

Remember, if you need
anything, I'll be right here.

I thought we agreed to close the inn.

We agreed, yes.

Then what's he doing here?

We also agreed that we would
not turn away strangers.

That man is no angel. Trust me.

So suspicious all the time.

Joe and his son are down on their luck.

There is no shame in that.

I know that you're trying to help, but
we don't know anything about him.

This is God's world, Rachel.

He has put him into
our lives for a reason.

It is not for us to question that reason.

All right. All right.
Well, promise me then...

that you won't let him in
the house unless I'm here.

At least until I find out more about him.

How will you do that?

I'll ask him.

Grant, it's me. Yeah, we're fine.

I know they're looking for me.
That's why I left.

Do you have any news? Listen. Listen.

How many time do I gotta tell you?
They don't have any evidence.

They have absolutely no
proof that I did it.

Well, just call Chloe and tell her
to pay you whatever you need.

Okay, Grant? Whatever it takes.
I don't care.

All right. I'll call you in a couple days.

Mommy?

Hey, buddy, you okay?

I called Mommy.

I know. I heard you. But it's okay now.
I'm here.

Would you stay with me,
please, for a little while?

Yeah. Sure.

Good night, Daddy.
Good night, bud.

What are you doing?

Oh, well, I told your aunts...

that I would repair some
stuff around the place...

to help pay for the use of the cabin.

These two are really hitting it off.

It's the mama cat.

Children love Anna. She has a kind heart.

Yeah, they all do. They're
really good people.

They believe in seeing the good in people.
That's their way.

How about you?

Me?

If anything were to happen
to any one of them,

I would make sure to find
the person responsible.

Hey, look. You don't know me. I don't
blame you for being suspicious.

But you don't gotta worry. I
would never hurt anybody...

as kind and generous as your aunts.

Okay, well, if you don't
have anything to hide,

how about I take a look
at your driver's license?

Believe me. If I could do
that, I wouldn't be here.

Meaning?
-My wallet got stolen.

I lost my money, my I.D.
-That's pretty convenient.

Not for me. Really inconvenient,

especially when I'm being
accused of something I'm not.

Joe? Have you finished the ladder?

Almost.

The only reason I don't run
you outta here right now...

is 'cause they have it in their heads
they're supposed to help you and your son.

As long as you're here, I'm gonna be
watching you. You just remember that.

How could I forget?

Rachel.
-I'm sorry.

I'm going to head in
to work. I'll be back.

Our Rachel's always in a hurry.

It's hard to believe that
you two are even related.

Her father, our brother Frank...
He too was a policeman.

Was?

That is not my story to tell.

Now, I think the yard
needs to be trimmed, yes?

Yeah. Happy to do it.

Good. The scythe is in the barn.

Scythe?

I'm calling about a Joe Matthews.

If you've never heard of him,

why is he driving a truck
registered to your dealership?

No, no, no. Don't hang up. Hello? Hello?

Who's Joe Matthews?

This guy who spent the night
at my aunts' house last night.

He's got no money, no I.D., bad
habit of not answering a question.

None of which makes him a criminal.

I overheard a phone
conversation he had last night.

He was trying to convince somebody
that he wasn't guilty of something.

What are you gonna do?
-I don't know.

I just called the car dealership,
but they've never heard of him.

Listen. I know I'm new and all,

but I have a real knack for this stuff.

I don't know.

Trust me. Okay, so his
name is Joe Matthews.

Texas plates. What else?

He's about 6'2", brown hair, solid.

He's got a son, Bobby. He's about five.

And...

And what?

Oh, he's got this long
hair, scruffy beard.

Dresses like he just crawled out of a
Dumpster, but he's wearing $300 sneakers.

Go do what you gotta do. I'll let
you know when I find something.

That is lain, Englischer. Wrong.

Wrong? Yeah, kind of figured that.

Here, I will show you.

Be my guest.

You must twist at the waist.
-Okay.

Keep the blade level with the ground?
-Okay.

Twist at the waist.

Keep the blade level
with the ground, yeah?

Now you try.
Okay.

Ja. Better.

Oh, yeah.
-Yeah. See? Good.

I got this. I got this.
-Better. Good.

Where are you? In case
you haven't noticed,

the press is having a field day
with this disappearing act.

If they thought you had something
to do with Grace's murder before,

now they're practically a lynch mob.

I'm not just your business manager.
I'm worried sick about you and Bobby.

Come home.

We'll get this all straightened out.

Ahem.

And Dylan's here. Call me.

Are you sure you don't know where he is?

He doesn't confide in me. You know that.

Maybe if you stopped trying to get him to
invest in those ridiculous business deals.

Those were legitimate opportunities.

Dylan, I don't have time for this.
Why are you here?

He's my brother. You're not the
only one worried about him.

And he said anytime I came up
short, you know, with expenses...

How much?

Kim, I thought you were good at this.

Right. Well, what about
Bobby and Joe Matthews?

All right. Well, call me as soon
as you know something, okay?

Okay.

Reminds me of church.

Where will you go when
your vehicle is fixed?

Haven't decided yet.

And your wife, what does she say?

My wife died five months ago.

Been traveling around ever since.

Yeah, it is a hard thing
to lose someone you love.

But it is not possible
to run away from grief.

Well, I haven't had any better ideas.

I think you should stay with us a while.

I must tend to my own work. I
will see you again, Joe Matthews.

Thank you, Eli.

Meow, meow, meow, meow.

Some crazy eights. Do
you like crazy eights?

� Duh, duh, duh � No, you lost.

It's beautiful, isn't it?
Beautiful singing voice.

Hello?
-Oh, Rachel.

Come in. Join us.
-Rachel, come, come, come. Sit.

I can't stay. There's a
million people downtown.

I just wanted to see
how things were going.

Our Joe's been working
so hard for us, we

invited him and Bobby
to stay another night.

Is that right?
-Ja.

And we were saying how he should
take Bobby to town for the festival.

Oh, the music!
- � Duh, duh, duh �

And the rides! Whoo!

Such fun for the boy.

Can we, Dad? Please?

Are you sure you feel up to it?

Yeah. I feel great.
-All right.

Let's go get cleaned up. Come on.

Maybe we'll see you there, Officer.

I'm sure you will.

Oh, may I get your... Thank you, dear.

I wash. You dry.
Okay.

Okay? Good.

Ooh, look at you. All Nancy Drew.

Aren't you supposed to be
herding tourists or something?

Hey, Kim, do me a favor. As soon as I get
a clean print, I want you to scan it.

It's gonna take a while to find a match,
and I have to get back out there.

But as soon as you get a
hit, I want you to call me.

So that's his fingerprint?

Mr. Joe Matthews will no
longer be a mystery man.

What's that?

"steen, stow, sten." But I
don't know what that means.

Steinstossen.
It means "stone toss."

It's a old tradition around here.

Officer. What a surprise.

Mr. Matthews. Hi, Bobby.

What do they throw the rocks at?

Let me show you.

How heavy?
-Hundred and 38 pounds exactly.

Record stood for eight years...
14 feet, six inches.

Eight feet, two inches.

You guys take your rock
throwing pretty seriously.

Well, there's prize money. It's a
hundred dollars for whoever wins.

Another hundred if they break the record.

Next contestant...
-Two hundred dollars for throwing a rock?

It's harder than it looks.
-Come on, Dragon!

Let's go!

Let's go, Dragon!

Try it, Dad.

That is a lot of money.

Six feet, six inches.

Whoo!

Next contestant... John Lombardi.

You mind watching him for a little bit?

Yeah, sure.

What do you say, coach?

Knock 'em dead, kid.

Come on!

Yeah, right there. Just sign in.

All right. Good luck.

Ten feet, four inches!

The next contestant... Big Mike!

Big Mike!
Mike, let's go!

Come on, Mike. You can get it.

Oh, yeah! Go on!

That's the one to beat.

Thirteen feet, one inch.

And our last contestant... Joe Matthews.

Don't hurt yourself, boy.

What's he weigh? A buck and a quarter?

Guy's too skinny.
-That rock weighs more than him.

You got it! Don't drop it on your toe!
-Come on. Pick it up!

Almost there.

Holy Moly!

Fifteen feet! A new record!

I must say I'm quite impressed.

Thank you, Officer.

Something tells me that
doesn't happen very often.

When you say "officer",
something tells me...

I'm not the first cop to ask you
a lot of inconvenient questions.

Seriously? Are you ever off duty?

Are you ever gonna honestly
answer a question?

What if I told you
there's nothing to know?

I just need to be left alone so
I can figure some things out.

As long as you're living with
my aunts, it's not good enough.

All right, look. I
just need to make enough

money so I can get
my truck fixed...

so me and my son can get back on the road,

and then I promise you'll
never see me again.

How'd your wife die?
-My mommy died.

It's okay, buddy.
-Are you going to go away too?

Are you going to die?
Don't you worry. I'm not going anywhere.

Sorry. I'm so sorry.
Hey, he's burning up.

Bobby?

He's having a fever convulsion.

We need to go to my car and get his
temp down. Oh, my God! Bobby! Come on!

I guess this'll be faster.

I don't know, Chief. He's
still with the doctor.

Well, I'd like to stay around
here, make sure he's okay.

Okay, thanks. I will.

How's Bobby?
He'll be okay.

Thank God.
Yeah. It's what you said.

It was fever, ear infection,
swollen throat, you know?

I knew he was sick. I don't
know what I was thinking.

I should have brought him in right away.
I mean, if you hadn't been there...

Hey, he's gonna be okay.
That's all that matters.

Thank you. Thanks.

I gotta stop by the pharmacist
and get a prescription.

It's gonna cost me 180 bucks.

That's your prize money.
Yeah.

So my truck's gonna stay
a little bit longer.

Listen, Joe...
No, no, no. I get it.

You're doing your job. You're
looking out for your family.

And I would do the same thing
if I was in your shoes.

So can you do me a favor and
let me make sure he's okay?

And then we'll get to all that stuff.

Can we do that?
Yeah, we can do that.

Joe, come. Come inside.

How is the boy?

The doctor put him on antibiotics.
He'll be okay.

What's all this?

Bobby will stay here tonight.

In the house?

It's okay. We'll stay in the cabin.

Not in this weather. The cabin's too cold.
He'll catch a chill.

Bobby will sleep on the couch, and
Joe on the floor next to him.

They're right. In case he needs them.

Thank you.
No.

All right. I'm gonna
sleep here tonight, Joe.

We'll have that talk in the morning?

Where is baseball's phenom
Micah Mattias hiding and why?

Is he running from the murder
scene of his late wife,

Hollywood starlet Grace Hunter?

Please leave a message
after the tone.

Our panel this evening
will discuss his motives,

his alibi and his future
in major league baseball.

Your friends worry.

Is he okay?

He woke up when I took his temperature,

but I rocked him back to sleep.

I believe his fever has broke.

You should've got me up.

When I worked at the school, I
always had children in my lap.

I miss it.

I wish I knew how to thank you
for everything you've done.

The scripture says to
treat all strangers...

as though they were angels.

I'm no angel. Far from it.

Yet I think the more you
run from your troubles,

the more lost you become.

You're a wise woman, Bertha.

I am an old woman, but I
have learned some things.

Now, we must decide what
is to become of you.

Well, I think I should get my truck
fixed and get out of your hair.

Because of our Rachel?

I just don't think I fit
in with her worldview.

Do not judge her too harshly.

She also has been through much.

She lost her mother when
she was very young...

and her father...

The policeman?

What happened to him?

It's late. Get some rest.

You're up and at 'em.

Yeah. Your aunts had a list waiting
for me when I sat down to breakfast.

They believe that hard work is a blessing.

To tell you the truth, I'm
starting to enjoy it myself.

Are we gonna have our... talk?

Why don't we just start
with the easy stuff?

Like your shoes.

You don't like my shoes?

I like your shoes.
Couldn't buy your shoes.

They cost $300.

The rest of your outfit looks like
you've been living on the streets.

Your hair, your beard. Makes me
think that you're in disguise.

What are you hiding from, Joe?

Just trying to give my son
a chance at a normal life.

Last couple days, that's normal to you?

Compared to what we've been through.

Down in Texas? All right,
you're not from Texas.

Where are you from?
-All over.

Joe, I'm a cop. This is how it works.
You have to answer the questions.

Why? Have I committed a crime?
I don't know!

How'd your wife die?

My wife was murdered.

I was away that night, and
someone came into our home...

and locked Bobby in his room.

He was still in there when I
came back the next morning.

He couldn't understand why his mom
wouldn't come when he called.

Do you know who did it?

The police spent the first
week picking apart my alibi.

When they couldn't, they
decided that it was random,

that it was a, robbery gone wrong.

You don't believe 'em?

She let them in...

in the middle of the night.

Why would she do that?

Dad, where are you?

Hey.
-Dad. Hey, Dad.

You look like you're feeling better.

You look good.

Wow. I was worried there.

Boom, boink, boink, boink, boink.

You were asleep for a long time.

Morning.
Good morning.

Morning.
Hi.

Thank you.

Can I see this?

I thought you said that stuff
turns your brain to mush?

"Micah Mattias." He's a baseball player?

That's like saying the
Mona Lisa's a painting.

Yeah. Everybody used to call
them the new DiMaggios.

Rachel, can I see you a minute?

Yeah.

Oh, I forgot. We got the results
for those prints you sent in.

So who's Joe Matthews?

He's doing some work for my aunts.

And something in his demeanor
led you to believe...

that he was a strange character?

He seemed scruffy.

He was scruffy?

Do we have a match?

No. He's not in our system.
He's never been arrested,

never been in the military or
worked for the government.

Well, that's good.

No, Rachel, it's not good.

You're dogging a man who's
done nothing illegal,

who's doing the best he can
to take care of his son,

who's even trying to pay your aunts
back by working around the inn?

It's not like that.
-It is exactly like that.

Rachel, you are a good cop.

You keep at it, you're gonna
be as good as your daddy.

And Frank Troyler was one of the best
I ever had the honor of serving with.

This isn't about him.
-No, it's not.

It's about you and what
you have yet to learn...

that Frank understood
better than anybody I know.

What's that?

That there's more to this
job than a badge and a gun.

Okay.

And, Rachel? Leave him alone.

Ladies?

We made it nice for you, Joe.

Yeah, I can see that. Thank you. But why?

To make you and Bobby feel at home.

Oh. You've already done that.

We have a business proposition for you.

We are offering you a job.

A job?

Helping us.

There are many repairs
that must be done here.

Our house needs to be painted, and we
can no longer look after the yard.

You will do these things for us.

We cannot pay a lot, but you could
save enough to repair your truck.

After that, it is in God's hands.

I don't know what to say.

Say yes.

What do you think, Bobby?
-I like it here.

Me too. Looks like we got a deal.

Yay! Bobby can stay.
-Yeah?

Hey, Sam, it's Rachel.

Good. Yeah.

Listen, do you still need
help this afternoon?

I think I might have found somebody.

Nice ride. Are you playing hooky?

Kind of.

I got to stop calling you officer.

How are you feeling, Bobby?

Okay. We're going to live here now.

Yeah, I was gonna tell you about that.

Your aunts invited us to stay on a while.

I mean, they could use
the help, definitely.

Listen, the reason I came down is
'cause I have to ask you favor.

Sure.
Every year at the festival...

the fire department plays the high
school kids in a baseball game.

You know, for fun.

Anyway, the department's down a couple
guys this year. Do you play baseball?

My dad is the best!

He's a little biased.

Look, everyone would really
appreciate it if you played.

Well, I told your aunts I'd
finish this fence today.

I'm sure they'd be fine if you
took off for a couple hours.

Do they have hot dogs?

You bet they have hot dogs. Yeah.

Can we, Dad? Please?

You're just in this for the hot dogs.

Knock 'em dead, kid.

I'll have to borrow a glove.

We can do that.

Okay, everybody listen up.
This is Joe Matthews.

Joe's filling in for Larry.
Do you play much ball, Joe?

It's been a while.

Maybe we'll start you out in right field.

Oh, yeah. That sounds good.

All right. All right. Let's go.
Come on. Let's get out there.

Let's go. Let's show these
hotshots how the game is played.

Hi.
Hi.

So there's our mystery man.

A little shaggy, but
definitely easy on the eyes.

That's not the point.

Like you haven't noticed.

Okay.
"Okay."

Play ball!

All right, Joe, you're up.

That's it. Come on. Knock
one out of the park.

You can do it. Come on.

Batter up!

Hey, Dad!

Let's go, Joe.

Batter up!

Got two men on. Bring 'em home.

Strike one!

You can't hit!

This is not good. No.
No, it isn't.

You can do this.

Two men on. Bring it in.

Come on, Dad!

Strike two!

Okay, that's even worse.
Right?

Come on. Let's go. Let's get a good swing.

The next one's his.

Come on. Let's go!

Told you!

All right, Joe!

Whoo!

Come on. Yeah! Come on!

You did it!

You slaughtered back there.
That was awesome.

That guy should be in the major leagues.

Did you hear about that guy
hitting that home run?

Yeah, he launched it.
Even had room for error.

By golly, that was a hit.

Sure was.

That guy should be
in the major leagues.

You had to show off!
Couldn't leave it alone!

Just had to be a show-off.

Now what are you gonna do?

I just wanted to find a place
where my son could be safe again.

And now I can't stay, and I can't
leave with a broken-down truck.

I need some help.

Hi.

Hi.
That was quite a game.

I guess you really are as
good as the magazines say.

When did you figure out who I really am?

I'm still working on that.

Who's Chloe?

Chloe's my manager. She, handles my life.

She lined up this gig. It was
a motivational conference.

I just had to show up, sign
some autographs, you know.

Money was unbelievable,
so I couldn't pass it up.

So the police knew you were out of town?

Yeah. I had 10.000 witnesses.

Well, then why question you?

'Cause they didn't know what else to do.

They had no leads, no clues.

They kept coming back at how
Grace had opened the door...

and how the killer had
locked Bobby in his room.

Right. It was somebody
that she had to know,

somebody that knew
Bobby was there.

Yeah, they kept trying to
dig up dirt, you know,

like Grace was having an
affair and she let the guy in.

Was she?

No. I mean, not that I know of.

It's not like things were
great between us though.

What do you mean?
I loved Grace.

But she was a movie star, and she
always put her career first.

And I knew that when I married her.

I just didn't think that we'd
grow apart the way we did.

We kept up a good front, but
it was just a matter of time.

I'm sorry.

You had to have known how that would
look though, leaving town like that.

The tabloids camped out at my house.

We were prisoners in our own home.

Poor Bobby.
I'd had enough. My son had had enough.

I just wanted to get as far
away from there as I could.

Don't you have any family,
somewhere you could stay?

I have a brother, Dylan, who only
comes around when he wants money.

You should've told me who you were...
right away.

I would've had to trust you.

That's one thing I was running
pretty low on when I got here.

But I was supposed to trust you?

I know. That's... I'm sorry.
That wasn't fair.

It just never occurred to
me that I'd find a place...

where I'd feel safe again,

where my son could
just be a regular kid...

and start to... mend.

So what happens now?

Well, that depends on you.

Are you asking if you can trust me?

People would pay a lot of money
to know where I am right now.

They're not gonna find out from me.

Thank you.

Micah.

Do you mind if I call you Joe?
I'm used to Joe.

Me too.

All right. All right, Joe.
No more baseball for you.

You're too competitive.

Right. Right. I know. What's my problem?

Morning, sleepyhead.
What's that?

I think it's church bells.

Are we going to church?

Whoo-hoo!

Bertha says you must come in to breakfast.

Hurry in. And then you
must hitch up Nelly...

so you're not late.

Late for what?

Don't you hear the bells?

I guess we're going to church.

Who's Nelly?

Here, horsey.

Whoa. Hold on, horsey.

Here, horsey. Here. Here.

Come on, Nelly. You're making me look bad.

Looks like you're playing tag.

Yeah? Can't we just drive?

Nope. Aunt Bertha says
if you're gonna stay on,

you gotta learn how to
drive the horse and buggy.

Come on.

Oh, Joe, what are you doing?
-I do not mind walking.

Stop playing around.

You must go. You will be late.

Okay. Okay. Like so.

Like so.
Joe, you put on the bridle.

Rachel, show him how to hitch the buggy.

Come on, cowboy.

Thanks.

Your aunts outdid themselves... again.

"Be not forgetful to entertain strangers,

for thereby some have
entertained angels unawares."

They really believe that?

Yep, with all their heart.

Me? I'm not so good with strangers,

and I've never met an angel unawares.

That seems to come with the territory...

of being a cop, right?

It happened long before
I joined the force.

What? What do you mean?

You trust me?
-Yeah, I do.

I want to trust you.

Well, I never met an angel either.

Sometimes you have to take a
chance with a regular person.

It was my 10th birthday.

The aunts, they always made me a cake,

so Dad and I were up to the inn.

First he had to stop at the bank.

There was a man...
robbing the place.

My dad was in uniform,
and he yelled out...

Police! Put down the gun!

The guy shot him, killed him.

Daddy, come back. Come back, Daddy.

Daddy, come back. Come back!

Wow.

Everyone was running around, screaming.

Everybody get down!

My dad was just laying there on
the ground. I grabbed his gun...

and pointed it at the guy.

I wanted to shoot him
so bad, and I couldn't.

Come, mein Schatz.

I'm still so scared somebody's
gonna take something from me.

Something that I love.

Just can't trust anybody.

Well, I promise you...

nobody understands that
fear more than I do.

This was my mommy's favorite.

Thank you. That's very sweet.

Do you want to go throw rocks with me?

Yes, I would love to.

Let's go. Coming?

Now I can't find... Ooh, here's a rock.

He's asleep.

Big day.

Best day ever. That's a direct quote.

Wow. I'm gonna sleep at my place tonight.

I know the aunts are good, so...

Good night.

Good night.

There he is! There he is!

Micah! Micah! Over there!

Over here. Over here. Micah. Micah.

Is it true that Grace
was having an affair?

What are you trying to hide?

...on her insurance policy?

Don't you think you owe
your fans an explanation?

Do you plan to play next season?
Why are you here in Sugarcreek?

Are you seeking protection from somebody?

How do you think the team
will do this season?

Who's looking out for your son? Micah!

Hello?
-How could you do this?

How could you do this, Rachel?

I trusted you, Rachel. How
could you do this to Bobby?

Joe, what's wrong?

I just hope you held out
for the highest bidder.

Joe?

In fact, he's been hiding in this house.

Who's this? Let's ask her what's going on.

Let's go over there. Come here.

We want some answers. What's your
name, miss? Ma'am, who are you?

Where are you going?
You guys, go.

Are we leaving?
I'm afraid so.

Is he okay?

I didn't do this.

Then who did it? You're
the only one I told.

I don't know. It wasn't me.
I didn't tell anybody.

What?

We have to get you guys out of
here, away from these people.

I don't want your help.

Joe. Believe me. Please.

It's Micah. Micah Mattias.

Just ask any one of these people out here.

Again you are having
trouble, Joe Matthews.

Mr. Mattias will be making
a statement shortly.

In the meantime, he
asks that you please...

respect the privacy of
these Amish people...

who have taken him into their hearts.

That's all.

We've just been told Micah Mattias
is inside the house right now,

and we've been assured that
despite his reluctance...

Eek off the cameras. Flee
ya in a half a schtickle.

What'd he say?

Charming.

Do you mind?

And I will say a silent prayer
that no tourists pass by.

Hey, Chloe.

What? Where?

Hi, Chloe.

Micah? Oh, Micah.

They put me in a train.

A famous baseball player?

How did he come to be at our door?

Everything else he said was true.

He just needed to get away from all that.

Is Bobby gone?

I'm afraid so.

They really didn't waste any time...

once word got out that Micah
Mattias was in our little town.

Rachel, I didn't mean to...

All those magazines you read.

I'm really surprised
it took you that long.

What'd you do, put a word
out to the reporters?

I'd never do that.
Well, how'd they find out?

Facebook. But I told
everyone it was a secret...

that no one else could know.

How many friends do you have on Facebook?

How many friends do those friends have?

I'm so sorry, Rachel.

Forget it. It doesn't matter anymore.

He's gone.

Facebook?

Something about a baseball
game in Sugarcreek, Ohio.

Friend of mine saw it, called me,
and here I am to the rescue.

So it wasn't her.

Wasn't who? What are you talking about?

Rachel. She's, um... She's a friend.

Micah, what's been going on with you?

Where's Bobby, and why are
you dressed like that?

Bobby's with Eli, who's another friend.

And dressing like this was the only
way to get past the reporters.

Well, don't worry. We'll
get you all cleaned up.

Luckily I brought you some real clothes.

And I'll handle the press... and you...

like I always do.

I don't care about that. I just
want to get back to the house.

Oh, of course. But first there's
something that I need to tell you.

It's about Dylan.
What about him?

Would Grace have let your brother into the
house that night if you weren't there?

This is Rachel.

If there's one thing in the
world I'm absolutely sure of,

you don't have a Facebook account.

You're right. It was Kim.

I never should have doubted you.

How'd you figure it out?

Hi. I'm Chloe.

Hi.

Rachel Troyler, Chloe Styles,
my business manager.

Thank you for taking such
good care of Micah and Bobby.

Yeah, well, you know, they've started
to fit right in around here.

I can see that.

We'll have to get him back on
the first plane to L.A...

so we can get him all cleaned up again.

Right.
How are your aunts holding up?

Well, I think Aunt Lydia is winning
them all over with her cookies.

Right. How do they do it?

I mean, these people come in, uninvited,
make a total nuisance of themselves,

and your aunts welcome
them with open arms.

They're used to it, you know. People
have made fun of their clothes forever,

taken pictures without asking.

They decided a long time ago it
was easier to be who they are...

than pretend to be something they're not.

Well, don't you worry, Micah. I will
take care of this. If this is my...

No. Rachel's right.

What?
-No more hiding.

Whoa.
-Who is that?

All right, listen up. I know
you got a lot of questions.

I'm gonna try to answer
them the best I can.

But maybe we should just get a little
comfortable. It's gonna take a while.

Hey, Lydia, I don't suppose you could
spare a slice of that apple pie?

Joe.

I will be right back.

After that, we drove through
the Midwest for a while.

Beautiful country. Oh, we went to...

We found a barbecue
place in Oklahoma City.

I don't know what they do
to that barbecue sauce,

but it is... good.
-Oh, okay.

And Missouri... You ever been to a small
town in Missouri called Macks Creek?

Macks Count...

I'm out of here.
What a waste of time.

If he keeps this up much longer,
they're all gonna lose interest.

You're right.

But they do have good bird-watching.

I'm not much of a bird-watcher,

but there was this one moment where
I thought I saw a purple martin.

I drove 10 hours for this.
They say that one purple martin...

eats about 12 mosquitoes a night.

There's a huge clock with a Swiss boy.

There's a band, and the
instruments in the band...

are a trumpet...

All right. Thank you.

A fiddle. Wait a minute.
A cello, a bass cello...

All right, Chris. Take
care of yourself, man.

That was a whole bunch of nothing.
Good luck in Toronto.

What do you think?

I think if there was a place
in the Hall of Fame...

for the dullest player
ever, you'd be a lock.

Thank you. My work here is done.

Bobby called. Eli's sow
is about to deliver,

so he wants to spend the night tonight.

Oh, yeah. Be the first night he's
been away from me in a long time.

Well, it took some doing, but I
got you a room at the motel.

Oh, I'm fine here.

Whatever you say.

Rachel, would it be okay if
I followed you into town?

It's starting to get dark.
I'm afraid I'll get lost.

Sure. I will see you tomorrow.

Okay.
Okay.

Hey, whatever questions you've got,
it can wait till tomorrow, all right?

Hello, Micah.

Dylan.

You're a hard man to find these days.

I was thinking maybe we should talk.

Were you there?

Can we just go inside? I can explain.

Just answer the question.

Were you in L.A. that
night Grace got murdered?

I was there...

but only 'cause I had a business deal...

I wanted to talk to you about.

What did you do?
It wasn't me.

I swear to God, Micah. I
would never hurt Grace.

Then why didn't you go to the police?
And say what?

That your pathetic brother was there
that night, but he didn't do it?

Why would they believe me?
You don't even believe me.

My son was locked in his room all
night, crying for his mother.

The house was dark. I rang the bell.
I didn't hear anything.

I thought you had all gone out.

I didn't even find out about the murder...

till I saw it on the news the next day.

Grace was always kind to me, Micah,

even though I know she didn't like me.

She was a good person.
She didn't deserve that.

Just go. Just get out of here.

I know you don't think much of me,

and I don't blame you for it.

But I would never hurt your family.
You need to believe me.

That's all I wanted to say.

Don't worry.

I won't be coming around
asking for money anymore.

Hello.

You're next.

Stay away from him.

Who is this?

Hello?

Hey, look who I found.

Hey, buddy. What's up?
-Where's your beard?

It's gone.
Guess what, Dad?

What?
Eli's sow has neun babies.

That's how you say nine in German.

Oh, ho. No kidding? Thanks
for bringing him home.

Can I talk to you for a second?

You didn't recognize the voice?

They were using some sort of a filter.

"You're next." They were
talking about Grace.

Which means that was her
killer on the phone.

My brother came to see me last night.

What? Why?
To tell me that he was in Los Angeles...

the night that Grace was killed.

L.A.P.D. know that?
But he swore he didn't do it.

That's a strange coincidence though.

He shows up the same night I
get a threatening phone call?

Why would Dylan threaten you?

I don't know. I gotta get to the station.

Call me if you hear from him?

Rachel?

Be careful.

Keep an eye on things around here for me.

Didn't you get my message? I
said I'd take you out to lunch.

I don't really check messages anymore.

But if you're hungry,

Lydia makes enough food to feed an army.

Micah,

I can't begin to know what you've
been through these past few months.

Maybe in some way this whole
road trip thing was a good idea,

but I think it's time for
you to come home now.

I've been thinking about that too.

Oh, I'm so glad to hear that...

because I care about you both so much,

and it's really for the best.

I've been thinking about it, and
we're not ready to come home yet.

Spring training starts soon.

Spring training.

Wow, baseball's the farthest
thing from my mind right now.

You can't really be willing to throw
your whole career away for thi...

Joe! I got you some more water.

Thank you.
-Excuse me?

We're talking here. Do you understand?

Why is she talking like that?

Thank you, Anna.

Don't talk to her like that again.

Well, I'm sorry, Micah, but I
have to think about your career.

I got work to do.

Micah?

Okay. Yeah, I will. All right. Thanks.

L.A.P.D. found no prints or any
other forensic evidence...

connecting Dylan Mattias to the scene.

Which doesn't make him innocent.

Okay. Thank you.

The phone company says that
the call to your house...

came from one of those
disposable cell phones.

We can't trace that.

What they do know is that it
was purchased in L.A. County.

All right. All right. Let's get a
description of this guy out to our people.

Send it to the sheriff's department
as well. I want to get them involved.

I want them to know what's going on, okay?
Okay.

All right.
Thank you.

What's that?

You stay here, buddy.

Fire!

Anna! Anna's upstairs,
Joe. Help her. Anna!

All the smoke!
-Anna, come out!

I can't get out!
-Be careful, Joe.

Joe is coming! Anna?

Anna! Anna! Anna!

Open the door! There's
no handle on this side!

Oh!
-Just open the doorknob. Twist it open.

Anna!
-Anna, just stand back, okay?

Get away. Get away from
the door for a second.

Anna!

Come on. Come on, come on. Come on.
I got you. I got you.

Oh.
-Bobby's down there waiting for you, okay?

Joe! Joe! Joe, Bertha.
Bedroom's downstairs.

Oh!

Aunt Bertha, is everybody all right?
Is everybody out?

I don't know.
Joe?

Joe?
Bertha!

Joe? She's out. She's right there.
Hi.

Anna. Anna. Oh, I'm so glad.
Oh, sister.

You'll be safe.
It burned down.

Are you okay?

Bertha. Oh, Rachel.
Come on. Come on, guys.

It's okay. You're okay.
You saved me.

The house burn down.
Rachel.

House burning.
It's all right.

Irv, go to overhaul.

Miller, check for extension.

They found a gas can in the yard.

The state fire marshal's on his way.
He's gonna have to make it official.

Are you saying this is arson?

You wouldn't know anybody who might
want to do these ladies harm, do you?

Well, at least we will no
longer need to paint the house.

I'm so sorry.

God will provide.

I'm going to take them to Eli's...
till we figure out what to do.

Okay, I have to stay here
and answer some questions.

I'll see you soon.

Joe came for us.

I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you.

We need to stop and get something
before we go to Uncle Eli's.

I just love small towns.
Nobody locks their door.

Not even the police.
Chloe?

I have been dying to ask you
something since I got here,

and with everyone busy with the fire,
it seemed like the perfect time.

How did you know about the fire?

Are you and Micah... How
should I put this? An item?

What?

I know him so well, and I can
tell he really likes you.

And I've seen those
little looks between you.

Something tells me you're
attracted to him too, right?

All right, I think you better
leave before... Before what?

You don't really think you can get
that gun out before I shoot you.

Do you, Rachel? And I will shoot you.

You killed Grace.

She didn't deserve him...

and neither do you.

Hey, Joe. Joe, somebody
wants to talk to you.

Sheriff's deputies found him
in a motel in the next town.

Just so you know, he was there all
night, so he couldn't have set the fire.

You really thought I was capable
of something like this?

What was I supposed to believe?
You show up.

Next thing I
know, Rachel gets a

threatening phone call,
the inn burns down.

Chloe was right. I can't trust you.
Chloe?

Yeah. How did you think I knew that you
were in L.A. the night Grace was killed?

Micah, the only thing I talk
to Chloe about was money.

I never said anything to her about
being at your house that night.

Well, then how'd she know?

Come on. Come on!

Guys, let's go.

You left Bobby all alone in that room.

He was never alone. I waited in
the dark until Micah came home.

That's how you knew Dylan was there?

You were there waiting.

How do you think it felt for me,
listening to Bobby cry like that?

But he had to stay in his room. I
couldn't let him see his mother.

You think that you can
just... replace her?

Once Micah and I are married, I'll be
a better mother than she ever was.

Why'd you burn down the inn?

He was getting too attached to this place.

He has to come home with me.

Rachel, Bertha wants to
know what's taking so long.

Rachel.

You no going nowhere. Sit, Anna, sit.

Do you understand?

Rachel?

All right, ladies. We got it. We got it.

Are you okay?
I'm fine. Fine.

It was Chloe. She killed Grace.
I know.

Anna, we're good.
Okay.

All right, calm down, miss. Calm down.
You're under arrest.

Roll over on your stomach.
Put your hands behind your back.

Let go of me.

Calm down.

Help me get her up here. Careful, miss.
That's it.

I only wanted to be with you.

Everything was for you.
Let's go.

Are you sure you're okay?
Yeah, I'm fine now.

Anna, Lydia.

"For thereby some have
entertained angels unawares."

It's over now.

It's just the beginning.

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