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- I could turn the storage room

into an awesome
meditation space.

- Are you sure you have time?
- I'll make time.

- How is he?
- It took a little longer

than I thought but we were able
to get it all.

Can you wiggle your fingers?
- Why can't he do it?

- I'm confident you're going
to get that movement back.

- I had a dream that you
and Donovan broke up.

Kind of blurry but I saw
you guys standing under...

a crescent moon?

- I think the closer we get
to breaking the curse...

- The worse it gets.
You were right.

- You and Donovan broke up?
- We had to.

(mysterious music)

- Those look great.

- Yeah... Nathaniel Merriwick
was quite the artist.

- They've held up well
for 200 years.

- How are you holding up?

- This is my second muffin.

- Hmm. Would a hug help?
- Breaking the curse would help!

The crack in the ruby's
getting bigger.

- Sorry you and Donovan had
to break up.

- Hopefully we didn't do it
for nothing.

- Love is not nothing.
Come here.

(sentimental music)

- Thank you.

That did help.

- Those look great.
- I'm gonna get another muffin.

- OK.

- Is she OK?
- She will be.

Mmm.
(rubbing hands)

- It's interesting.

It's the only one
with people in it.

- Yeah, my guess is that's
Nathaniel with the spyglass

and his wife, Meredith,
and their daughter, Patience.

- Grey House's first family.
Who are the other three?

- I'm not sure,
but they're in a moment

that will be treasured forever.

- Well, Grey House is not
without its moments.

Or its treasures!

Your relatives here could've
made this search a lot easier.

- Uh, you should know
by now that

that is not the Merriwick way.

- You should know by now
that this is the Radford way.

- Oh!
(phone pinging)

Excuse me.
- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, it's Grace.

She's at the Altamira Caves?

- She's gonna be studying
in Spain for a year,

tell her she doesn't have to see
everything the first week.

And... tell her we'll miss her
at the party.

- I will. Did you talk to Nick?
- Said he wouldn't miss it!

- Doctor.
- Mayor.

- Oh, my! Those look great.

Grey House's 225th birthday

celebration is going
to be a night to remember.

- Yeah, 225 is not
just any birthday.

How was the Mayors' Conference?

- Well, usually they're a snore

but this one was two days
of frivolity.

We lunched on the lake,
we shopped at Schumann's

and we saw...

the most wonderful
tableau vivant!

- When I was in Rome,

I saw a theatre troupe recreate
Caravaggio's paintings.

That was quite a feat.
(gasping)

Is that a good gasp?
- It's an inspired gasp.

That painting absolutely

lends itself
to a tableau vivant!

We should put on one
of our very own, right here,

For Grey House's birthday!
- I love it!

But do you think we could pull
it off in 48 hours?

- With yours truly directing
and you, well, being you...

We'll make magic happen.

(doorbell ringing)
- I'll be right back.

- I'll start planning
the tableau.

- You must be Hayley.

- You must be kidding me
with this place!

- Thanks,
we're pretty proud of it.

- My followers are gonna
be so obsessed with these pics!

- You know it's a lot
more impressive

when you're not looking
at it through your phone?

- Yeah... but my followers
aren't actually here.

- But you are.
- Lucky for you.

Finding small towns and sharing
them with the world is my thing.

- Hayley's Hidden Gems.

- You're a follower!

- Mm, I prefer to lead.

(whimsical music)

- I hope you're ready
to be... famous.

- I hope you're ready
for blueberry muffins.

There's a batch in the kitchen.

- I get it.
You're my skeptic.

In every town,
there's always someone

who doubts my influence,
and thanks me later.

- I'll keep an open mind.
I hope you will too.

(indistinct voice over intercom)

- If you were
a basketball player,

I'd say you were working
on going to your left.

- Just call me ambidextrous.

- I just ran into Michelle Katz.
- Ah.

- She said she missed you
at therapy.

- Mr. Holland was on edge

about his wife's surgery,
said he needed to talk.

- She said you skipped
the last two sessions.

- Wow. Whatever happened

to doctor-patient
confidentiality?

- She's a physical therapist.
- I'm a chaplain. You know,

the people in this hospital
that need my services:

they come first.

(sigh)
- How's the hand?

- It's gettin' stronger.

- Prove it.

- You know,

you reap what you sow.

- I hope you're right.

(dramatic music)

(game pieces rattling)

- It's definitely not
as heavy as it looks.

- Yeah, it's a good thing I took
all those paintings out.

- Just put it over here for now.

(grunting)

- I think Abigail will
want that.

- Well, it's all hers.

A meditation room
should be free of clutter.

- Like our minds.

- I could use
a clutter-free mind.

- Abigail and Donovan's breakup?
- I was trying to help them,

not hurt them.
- I know.

- Sometimes I wish I didn't
know what I know.

- There's something
I want you to have.

- Oh! It's beautiful.

- That pearl was passed
from Merriwick

to Merriwick,
through generations.

- I don't know what to say.

- Well then,
let's just put it on.

Here.

(sentimental music)

Sometimes we need
a little something

to help take our mind
off things.

(indistinct chatter)

- (theatrically): Oh,
if only I could have

a dandelion green salad
with heirloom tomatoes!

- If only those things were
in season.

- They will be,

when you get your year-round
chef's kitchen.

- No.

- Yes! Our toil has become soil.

The community greenhouse
opens its doors tomorrow.

- No more waiting, this is real?

- It's so real, I've ordered
new gardening tools.

You can't imagine the hoops
I've jumped through!

Fundraising, inspections,
and now the Grand Opening.

- I wouldn't want to walk
a mile in your gardening clogs.

- But would you want to head up
the greenhouse committee?

- Yes.

That would be amazing.

Wait a second, what's the catch?

- Well...
divvying up plots can be...

tricky business
for a sitting mayor.

- But not for the owner
of a bistro.

- Exactamundo!

I'd work out the plot
assignments before morning.

Believe me, when people get
there, they'll be itching

to dig right in.
- OK.

- Oh! And I've always
been partial

to a south-facing plot,

perhaps in a corner, far away
from Myrna in County Records.

She's a whistler.

- Oh.
(whimsical music)

(laughing)

(sigh)

- Stop right there!

Don't move.

- Suddenly, life's a tableau.

- It is so hard
to get candids like this,

in light that good?
Usually, I fake them.

- It doesn't sound very candid.
- Tricks of the trade.

- So close, yet so far.
- OK.

One of these should work.

- So, you're staying
at Grey House.

- Hmm?

Oh yeah, I'm Hayley, I'm...
- An influencer?

- Word has spread that I'm here.

- It's a small town.

- What's your handle?
I'll tag you.

- That's alright,
I like to keep people guessing.

- These are literally
the most perfect muffins

I've ever seen.
- Wait 'til you taste them.

- Post first, eat second.

Just doing a quick edit...

There.

My followers are gonna be
so obsessed with these pics.

- You certainly are.
(mystical music)

(cascading ring tone)

- My signal just went out!
- Huh.

- I can't post!
How many bars do ya' have?

- Oh, I left my phone upstairs.

- I could never...

My phone is my life!

- Well...
maybe this is your chance

to stop and...

smell the muffins.

- I feel
like I'm lettin' Sam down.

- You're letting yourself down.

- I am being realistic.

- You've been to like, what?
Two sessions?

- Three.
- Yeah, well,

you need to go three times
a week for three months.

Look, I get that you are scared

but you can't just give up.

- I'm not givin' up.
- What would you call it, then?

- It's not gonna get any better.

- You don't know that.
- I've accepted it.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

- Well, I haven't.

(sentimental music)

- Cassie was right,
I do want this.

- Then we should get it
to your place before

the teak flooring
arrives tomorrow.

- There's a painting in here.
- Oh, Cassie must've missed it.

- What'd I miss?

- Shouldn't this be part
of the celebration?

- Oh, take a closer look.

(mysterious music)
- Oh.

This one wasn't painted
by Nathaniel Merriwick.

The artist was P. Connelly.

You OK?

- Does that C look like a...
- A crescent moon.

- Like the one
on the Traveller's wagon?

- He's telling us that
P. Connelly is the Traveller.

- He's also telling us
not to give up.

- That will never happen.
- We... we can't.

(sad music)

We just have to listen to Cassie

and find a descendent
of the Connelly family.

- By tracing their
200 year lineage?

- At least we have the Internet?

(sigh)

- Well, now that we'

in the subject
of lawn inflatables,

perhaps we can move on
to Miss Borden's

petition to repaint her house.

Now, as I'm sure you know,

there are only four historically
approved paint colours

in Middleton's bylaws.
And mustard...

is not one of them. Aw.

- Yes, but canary is,

which is why I added a smidge
of it to cheer up the mustard.

- Well, put me in a sour mood.

A smidge of this,
a drop of that...

and soon...
you have chaos.

Is that what you want?

- Well, no, but I...

- Well, then stick
to the bylaws.

Petition denied!

(gasp)

(nostalgic music)

- You're still putting
in that doorknob?

- Huh, well,
rather be accurate than fast.

Nothing worse than a lock
that doesn't line up.

- This coffee
comes pretty close.

- Hmm.
Not scald-your-tongue hot?

- It may have cooled off.

- Mmm. One pump of vanilla,
a sprinkle of cinnamon...

- And exactly two ounces
of almond milk.

I watched them to make sure.

- Hey, if it's not accurate,
it's not right!

- You know what?

I know the perfect guy for you.
- Oh, this should be good.

- What, you don't trust me?

- Putting in a doorknob, yes.

Fixing me up, no. Me fixing you
up? Whole different ballgame.

- You think you got
matchmaking skills?

- Three married couples
in Jersey can testify to it.

- Alright. I'm in.

- I'll set you up
and you can try to set me up.

(quirky music)
- Should be good.

(indistinct chatter)

- Hey, you!
- Hey!

- Green tea?
- Um, how 'bout a latté?

- How 'bout you pick me up
off the floor?

- It's not for me.
I'll take the green tea.

- Got it.

- I can't get a signal anywhere!

- Where have you checked?
- The entire town.

- What'd ya think?
- I think you guys need

more cell towers.
- Are you Hayley Hill?

- I was...
until I got to Middleton.

Now I've dropped off the face
of the internet.

- Maybe this'll
make you feel better.

- Nice foam art!

I can already see the caption...

"A work of heart".

- You're gonna post that?
(cascading phone tone)

- Apparently not while I'm here.

- Hmm. Well, there is something
you could do.

- To get my phone working?

- No, to get over your phone
not working. Drink up.

- If I can't share it,
how do I enjoy it?

- Good coffee...
- Good company...

- Be hard not to enjoy it.

(indistinct voice over intercom)

(sighs heavily)

- Ahem. If you stopped
skipping your appointments,

that would be a lot easier.

- 4 o'clock, right?

- I'll be there.

(heartfelt music)

- You two do make
quite the team!

- Oh! Breaking conventions,
Martha? I like it.

- Oh, well, you know.

Carrying this does give one
a sense of power.

I totally understand why
gentlemen toted them around.

- Is that... the stick
I was using to prop up a shelf?

- Oh. Well, it may have
become un-propped.

But the good news is,

this is the perfect prop
for our tableau vivant.

- Oh, I saw one of those
in Newport. Pretty cool.

- Ours will be even cooler.
Directed by yours truly

and featuring one
of our finest thespians...

Joy Harper!

(quirky music)

- Oh, this I gotta see.

Are you OK?
- Shh! Quiet on the set.

She's in character.

And...
up a little on the right.

And...

scene!

- Wow.
(slow clapping)

- Oh, no autographs, please.
- As fun as this is,

I am not paying you to goof off.

And I'm off to find more props.
Toodle-oo!

- Your date is gonna love
seeing you on-stage.

- Who says my date is coming
to the Grey House party?

- Your date, my date,
we're all coming.

Better bring your A-game.
- OK, well if you're gonna be

that demanding then it's gonna
be a lot tougher fixing you up.

- You should talk
about demanding.

- Well, we should talk

about your perfect date.

- Don't you usually know
these things?

- I usually do.
- Losing your magic?

- I hope not.
- Let me help you out.

My perfect date?

Movie, popcorn, cold beer.
- That sounds amazing.

But I meant,
describe the person.

- I didn't need help
to find you a date, but OK.

(laughing)

Someone who can hold their own,

gets what I do
and likes to laugh.

Also doesn't hurt to be tall.

(sentimental music)

- I can work with that.

- Connelly, first initial P.

No, 200 years ago.

Yeah, I know.

Just... dig up what you can.
Thanks.

- Well... That is not

the face of happiness
a mother wants to see.

- No offence, but...
I'm not in the mood.

- Hence my statement.

Are you in the mood for me
to take you to dinner?

- I don't have time for dinner.

- A mayor's work is never done.

- Actually, it is.
This is...

um... personal.

- Is this about you and Abigail?

- There is...

no more me and Abigail.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

May I ask why?

- I'd rather not talk about it.

- Then I won't push.

- You always push.

- It is part of my charm.

If you change your mind,

you know where to find me.

(emotional music)
- Mother.

(stammering)

I changed my mind.

- Mothers' intuition tells me

that this is the work
of the curse.

- This is the work of trying
to break the curse.

I need to find information on...

P. Connelly.
- As in...

Priscilla Connelly?

- Well, you tell me.
- I believe I just did.

- Who is she?
- Who was she.

Priscilla was the wife
of Daniel Davenport,

that's Roderick's brother.

- She was also the Traveller
who cast the curse for Roderick.

- Oh, that's a new wrinkle

in the family history.
- I need to find

a living relative
of Priscilla's but until now,

I haven't known her first name.

You just...

made my job a lot easier.

- Well, that's what
mothers are for.

(dramatic music)

(relaxed music)

- Someone who can...

hold her own, gets what he does

and likes to laugh...
- Hmm.

- Oh, and apparently,
the taller the better.

Middleton's your backyard!
You gotta know somebody.

(laughing)

- I know the perfect somebody.

- Can you send me her number?
- Text it to you.

(keypad clicking)
(ringtone blips)

- No, that's my number.
(laughing)

- You're really not catching on
to this whole thing,

are you?

- You think he wants
to go out with me?

- Joy, he described you to a T!

(quirky music)
- Huh.

Usually I'm more intuitive
about these things.

- Well... at least

we figured it out in time.
Would've been a little awkward

if you showed up with a date
for your date.

- Um... this is new.

- I got inspired.

- Well, I think that's great.

- Let's set the bar
a little lower than great.

I am no Nathaniel Merriwick.
- Can I see?

- Just remember,
it's a work in progress.

- I'll keep that in mind.

Oh...

I think it's...

- Exactly.
- No, I was going to say...

I think it's very you.

- I'm gonna take that
as a compliment.

- Yeah, I meant it
as a compliment.

I appreciate you doing this.

- Doing... this?
- Yeah,

you're keeping
the tradition alive.

Providing our family's link

to Grey House's legacy.

- You might want
to take another look.

This is a really bad painting.

- From a really great man.

I'll leave you
to your masterpiece.

(gentle music)

(quirky music)

(gasping)
- Hi, Miss Vernaud.

You are in... F7.

Right next to Miss Reddinger.

- Thank you!
- Mm-hmm!

- Stephanie!

I have a trunkful of rare
hybrids that need planting.

Where's my plot?
- Huh.

Huh! I don't see your name

on the sign-up list.
- Well, it's implied.

- It would be better
if it was in ink.

- My signature is all
over this place!

I'm the one who built it!

- Ah. You're also the one
who is passionate about bylaws.

- Of course!
Because I wrote them.

- Then you'll know,
when it comes to the greenhouse,

they're pretty clear.
Plots are handed out according

to... the sign-up list.

(awkward laughing)

- Well, surely you could make
an exception for me?

- Oof, one exception here,
another one there...

I mean, pretty soon...

you got chaos.

Is that what you want?

- At least tell me
he's charming.

- You really can't handle
the suspense.

- No, I can't!
Just tell me what he does.

- Take a guess!
- If I guess right,

you promise to tell me?
- Scout's honour.

- OK. He's a... lawyer.

- Nope.
- An... astronaut?

- Strike two.
(gasp)

- Does he play centre
for the Bulls?

- You really have no idea.

- Maybe I did lose my magic.

- Andy's an accountant.

- Andy?

- Yes, your date does
have a name.

- And it's... Andy.

- What about this
isn't clicking for you?

- Well, the part
with Andy the accountant.

- Andy's a great guy
and a great accountant.

- I guess I'll just have
to take your word for it.

- You won't have to. You'll see
us tomorrow night at Grey House.

(dramatic music)

(emotional music)

- Am I as strong as an ox?

- More like a chipmunk.
- Ooh.

I have no place to go but up.

- OK. Push your palm
against mine.

(sigh)

- Good.

I'm gonna push back and I want
you to resist as best you can.

- Mm-hmm.

(heavy exhale)

- I know... chipmunk.

- Actually, you are stronger
than the last time.

- Seriously?
- Seriously.

- Pretty cool, right?

- Actually, seems pretty rough.

Now I know how they must've felt
with no Internet.

- Oh, yeah, it was totally
my first thought too.

Hey, what are you doing
tomorrow night?

- You asking me out?

- I am.

I have got the perfect guy
for you.

- What's his name?
I'll do a search.

When I get back to LA... 'cause
I can't search for him here.

- You're leaving.
- Waiting for a cab.

- OK, but you're gonna
be missing out.

- If this guy's that perfect,
why don't you go out with him?

- (scoff): We work together.
It would be weird.

- I like weird.
- Then you're gonna love Carter!

OK, he's not totally weird,

but trust me,
he's worth sticking around for.

- Carter, huh?
- (Martha yelling): Yoo-hoo!

All my vivanteurs,
report to the dining room!

- I gotta go rehearse for the
tableau, but can I count on you?

- I'm in.

- Great!

- All eyes will be drawn here.

- Sorry I'm late!

- Don't be.
It's been scintillating.

- As I was saying...

This will be the centre,

the nucleus, if you will,
of our re-creation,

but the ancillary characters
will still play a vital role.

All brought together,

it will be a production
to remember.

- We are just standing still
for 60 seconds, right?

- It's not as easy as it sounds.
- It is,

if you follow a technique
practiced by mimes worldwide.

Allow me to demonstrate.

You walk, and then
you simply... freeze.

- That's the technique?
- It allows you to stay

in a more natural pose than
if you just tried to freeze.

- Those mimes really know
what they're talking about.

(phone blips)
- Oh.

Flower shipment's
45 minutes early.

- Oh, darn!

I hate to leave rehearsal.

- I'll send you a detailed video
to be studied at length!

(sigh)

- Hey.

You guys... still at it?

- Well.

The plot just thickened.

- I am only here
to talk to Cassie

about a menu change
for tomorrow night.

- Oh, sort of how
you changed your mind

about my greenhouse status?

- This would probably be a good
time for everyone to take five.

- That's our cue.
- Except for you two.

Good. Maybe Cassie can help

you see the error of your ways.
- You vetoed my paint colour.

- You blocked me
in the greenhouse!

- (together): Would you
tell her I'm right?

- Well, maybe you're both right.

- I don't... believe
that's possible.

- Hm. Sounds to me like
you don't believe in compromise.

- Well, she's got you there.

- I am the queen of compromise!

- You're not the only one
who can compromise.

- Look at that.
You're both in agreement.

- Well, I suppose I could...

permit Stephanie's...

mustard-coloured house paint

if she would
carve me out a plot.

- And I would be happy...

to carve you out one...

If I could.
- If you could?

- I gave them all out.

- Well then,
consider my offer...

rescinded!

(doorbell chiming)
- Dotty.

- Hello, Abigail.

- Guessing you're not here
for flowers.

- I can be.

I can also...

be here for you.

- Thought you'd be dancing
in the streets by now.

- Well...

nothing breaks a mother's heart
more than...

seeing her child in pain.

- I wish he wasn't.

- I wish you weren't, either.

It may be cliché to say,

"love conquers all"

but I do believe
it's rooted in the truth.

- Truth is,
it can't conquer the curse.

(dry chuckle)

What's so funny?

- We are.

- I do sound like you, don't I?

- And I sound like you.

We're more alike
than you care to admit.

- Way to kick a girl
when she's down.

(laughing)

- Well, anyone who makes my son
as happy

as you can't be all bad.

Truth is,

I have grown...

quite fond of you, Abigail.

(sentimental music)

- You're not making this
any easier.

- Good.

I fought hard

to keep you two apart...

but now I'm going
to fight even harder

to keep you two together.

(nostalgic music)

(melodious ringing)

- Cassie, I...

I'm sorry, is that bowl singing?

- It's a Tibetan singing bowl.

- Well, it has a lovely voice.

- Yeah. It's used for
meditating. You feel the sound

as much as you take it in
with your ears.

- Any chance I could take in
that cloak you set aside?

- Right over there.
(gasping)

- It's identical to the one
in the painting!

- Isn't that the point?
- The point is I should've

tasked you with finding
all the props in my list.

- Happy to help
with anything else.

- I think I've collected
almost everything we need

to help bring Nathaniel
Merriwick's vision to life.

I even found an old deed

in the archives
that looks perfect!

- But you can't find
any heather.

- But I can't find any...
honestly.

Heather is out of season.

- Well, nothing's out of season
in a greenhouse.

- Normally, you're spot-on,
but our greenhouse is only

two days old.

- You'd be amazed at
what can spring up in two days.

- Really?
(quirky music)

- [Dr. Radford, please report
to the break room, ]

[Dr. Radford to the break room.]

- You rang?
- You ready for round two?

(laughing)

Take a shot.

- Let's see what you got!
- Alright.

I said, take a shot.

(laughing)

Come on!

(game pieces rattling)

(emotional music)

- I know,

it wasn't pretty...
- It worked.

- It'll work
even better tomorrow,

- I have no doubt.

(sentimental music)

(quirky music)

Dracaena...

chrysanthemums...

strobilanthes...
(gasping)

heather.

Excuse me,

kind citizen.

- Not what I thought
you'd be calling me.

- Oh. It's you.

- Let's not do this again,
Martha.

- I don't have time
to do this again.

I have to find heather
that isn't yours.

If I can find my way
around your spacious plot

- How much do you need?

(birds chirping)

- Are you offering?

- It is a community garden.

It's meant for sharing.

And I can't think of anyone

that I would rather
give flowers to right now.

I wish there was a way

I could make up this whole
greenhouse thing to you.

- Perhaps there is.

(mysterious music)

- Ah, thank you.

- For a second, I thought

that woman was
my old softball coach.

- Don't tell me.
You played... centre field!

- Third base. I was All-County.

- Impressive.
- You know, a new survey

from the Loring Research Centre
ascertained

softball participation
has an annual growth of 6.5%.

- Andy's like
a walking search engine.

(laughing)
- That's hilarious.

- Some people think
I have a dry sense of humour.

- No, I didn't say dry.
I said, no sense of humour.

- That's hilarious.

- You want to get a drink?

- I could go for a beer.
- Bottle or can?

- Please...
- (together): Bottle!

(laughing)

- So, um...

Carter tells me
you're an accountant.

- Actually, I prefer
diagnostic statistician.

In my line of work,
we have to be precise.

- It just makes it sound
more expensive.

- And you?

Carter says you renovate houses?

- Oh, I prefer
domicile rejuvenation.

- Impressive.
- It is!

- What're you working on now?

- We are restoring one
of Middleton's most historic...

- Domiciles?
- You're quick!

- And accurate.
I was named Middleton's top CPA

three of the last seven years.

If you're looking
at monetizing depreciation,

I'm your man.
- Oh, I'll have to

let my friends know at tax time.

- I'll give you
a few dozen business cards.

- No, I... (nearby laughing)

(emotional music)

(indistinct chatting)

Oh, thanks.

- Thank you.

- You're still in hair
and makeup?

Everyone else is on stage,
warming up.

- Joy...
- I know, I'm late.

I was on a date,
more like a date-saster.

- Ooh, do tell!
- Don't tell.

Go get in your wardrobe.
We'll do your hair and makeup

when you're dressed.
- It'll take me two seconds.

- You've got one.

That's five out of six actors

now accounted for.

- Still no Nick?
- Not a word,

but as his understudy,

I'm fully prepared
to take on the role.

Oh, no, no! Performers only.

- What's wrong?

- I'll give you both a minute.

- Just tell me.

- I found out more
about the Connelly family.

- And?
- And there are none left.

- I am so sorry to interrupt
but I just discovered

that Nick has been stuck on
the runway with no cell service

for two hours!
- Why are you telling us?

- Because Donovan
is the perfect replacement.

- I thought you were
the understudy.

- Well, I would be phenomenal...

it did occur to me that having
a gentleman in the role

would be more accurate.
- I'll pass.

- You should do it.

It could be the last time
we're together.

(sad music)

- Well, that's anachronistic.

I need a stage hand, stat!

Strike that cup!

Perfect.

(chamber music)

- We're moments away, people!

Line up, and prepare
to make your entrance!

- Everyone, break a leg!
- Is anybody else nervous?

- All the great ones
get nervous.

- Yes... I do.
- Silencio!

The curtain is about to part.

(bright classical music)

(whisper)
Go!

- What?
- That lion looks a lot

like your family crest.

(shushing)

(gasp)
- Switcheroo.

Walking stick in your right,

hold the deed
in your left! Hurry!

- What?
- You're up! Go, go, go!

(applause)

(cheering)

(mysterious music)

(inaudible speaking)

(indistinct chatter)

- Bravo, bravo!
(relieved sighs)

- Where did you get this deed?
- The archives!

I just grabbed any old one.

- This is a deed from Roderick
Davenport to Priscilla Connelly.

- Wait, so you're Roderick...
- And you're Priscilla.

- Why would Roderick
and Priscilla

be in Nathaniel
Merriwick's painting?

- It's gotta be another clue.

This means that Roderick gave
the Traveller a piece

of his land.
- It was payment to Priscilla

for helping him cast the curse!

- There may not be
any Connellys left...

- But now we can go check
and see if they left

anything behind.

(indistinct chatter)

- I'm so sorry
to bother you, but...

aren't you that actor
from the tableau?

- Unidentified Man
in the corner?

Yeah, that's me.

- I love what you did
with the character.

- Oh, come on...
It wasn't easy to...

capture his nuance.

- Hmm, well, you nailed it.

- Would you like an autograph?

- I was actually...
too nervous to ask.

- Who should I make it out to?

- Um... to the woman...

who will support you,
no matter what.

(heartfelt music)

- So I'll sign it, from the man
who appreciates the tough love?

You were right about
sticking with physical therapy.

- I know!
- Hmm.

I'm just glad you're not
the type to gloat.

And here...

this is for you.

- There's something
I wanna ask you.

- I'm sorry, Andy. I don't think
we should go out again.

- Oh, I completely agree.
You're not my type.

- I'm not?

- Carter was way off.

- Wow, so was I.

I really thought I knew
what you were going to ask me.

- I just wanted to know
if you mind if I left early?

I'm playing chess on an app

and I just thought
of the perfect move.

- Queen to rook five.

- Not even close.

(rueful music)

- You OK?

- Oh!
(laughing awkwardly)

Not even close!
It's been an off night.

- Guess you
and Andy weren't a match.

- Looks like you
and Hayley had a connection.

- A work connection.

She wants me to come to LA
and remodel her house.

- Wow! Just like that?

- Don't worry,
I won't leave you hanging.

- I'm... not worried!
- Mm-hmm.

- It sounds like
a great opportunity.

- Well, it is, but...

- Do you want to go?

- I made a commitment to you.

- You're a good guy!

- I like to think so.

- And I can make some calls...

there are a few carpenters
out there

I've used in the past.
- Are any of them as good as me?

(theatrical gasp)

- Thanks. I owe you.

- Buy me some onion rings
before you go

and we'll call it even.

- Extra crispy?
- Is there any other way?

(glasses clinking)

(laughing)

- Looks like you two
found a compromise?

- Yeah, we worked it out.

I agreed to split
my greenhouse plot.

- And I declared mustard is
the fifth approved paint colour

in Middleton's bylaws.
- Well, before you know it,

we'll have
ketchup-coloured houses.

- Bite your tongue,
Cassie Nightingale.

- I'd rather bite into one
of Stephanie's desserts.

Ooh.

Thank you.

- It's got
an interesting energy.

- I agree...
- Hey, Cassie.

- Hey! How'd you like
the tableau?

- I loved it!

- Did you take a lot
of pictures?

- Normally I would, but...

Carter and I were talking right
before the curtains opened

and I just didn't think
about it.

(magical music)
(multiple phone alert sounds)

- Oh! I see you
got service back.

- Probably have a ton
of messages.

- Probably!
I'll check them later.

I'm gonna go find Carter.

- And how was your night?

- (groan): About the same
as the last two days?

- Ah, eye-opening?

- Kind of felt
like a different person.

- Sometimes it's good to walk
a mile in someone else's shoes.

- Yeah. It made me realize
I like my shoes.

Also realized that uh...

pearls aren't really my style.

- Yeah... they're not
for everyone.

Let's get you feeling
like yourself again.

(sigh)

- How's that?
- Just what I needed.

- It's beautiful.

- It's close
to being stick figures.

- Those are pretty
impressive stick figures.

- I figured...

Grey House isn't Grey House...

- Without us.

Do you know why I love it?

- 'Cause you're being kind.

- Because...
200 years from now,

someone's gonna look at that
and be inspired.

- Well...

maybe it's not that bad.

- It's a masterpiece.