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Henry?

Henry!

Hey, Dad, have you seen Henry?

I'm here!

I'm getting the pigweed
out of the ground,

like you said!

You're pulling up
the root, too, right?

Yeah, I'm getting the roots.
What am I, six?

Good! Now go grab me

that big jar of pennies
from the kitchen, okay?

And wipe your muddy feet!

He wiped his feet!

Okay, I want you
to take these pennies

and line them up...
just like this.

- All right?
- 'Kay.

We need to go all the way around
the broccoli,

the onions, the cabbages,
and the tomatoes, okay?

The whole thing?

"The whole thing."

You wanna know a secret?

These are not vegetables...

they're space pods.

- What?
- Oh, yeah.

Please.

The tiny astronauts

that colonized this area,

they built them.

But now...

their colony is under attack by
these hideous space monsters--

Ugh.

- Ew.
- So...

the only way for you
to save the day

is to take these...
microelectron converters

and form a force-field
all the way around the colony.

Give me a break.

Actually, if you want
to know the truth,

the chemicals in slugs
react to the copper in pennies,

and it keeps them away.

Do I look like a child to you?

Well, I guess not.

Hey.

Dinner's
in the pressure cooker.

20 minutes, all right?

Okay.

He's done
with the Space Invaders,

and went on
to the pterodactyls.

Pterodactyls?

Chicken coop.

Oh. Right.

I don't remember you being
this quick to grow up.

Sign of the times.

What's this?
You need some help?

Fresh Rite order.

Nope, I'm done.

All right,
I'm gonna wash up.

Sounds good.

No need to shove, ladies.

Whoa!

Please...

I'm unarmed.

Are you a robber?

No.

I assure you,
I'm a man of honor.

Mom!

Mom!

Henry.

Oh, sorry.

Mom?

- Yeah?
- You know how we're supposed

to keep critters
out of the barn?

Yes.

But what if
the critter's a man?

There's a guy eating turnips
in the barn.

I think he's homeless.

What?

He said he's not a bad guy.

You spoke to him?

Only a little.

Oh. Dad!

Who's in here?
I've got a gun!

No, please. I yield!

How did you do that?
Are you a witch?

She was,
last Halloween.

Henry!
I told you to stay inside.

Please do not shoot me, witch.

Keep calling me that.
Give me a reason.

What are you doing in my barn?

I'm sorry. I...
seem to have confused things.

I've hit my head.

Was that before or after
you robbed a costume shop?

I wonder, may I speak
with your husband?

- No, you can't.
- He's gone.

- Henry.
- Oh.

My condolences.

Keep 'em.

Oh, you're a spinster!

Forced to wear pants
and look mannish,

to protect your family?

Okay, now you're pushing it.

I pray you are not offended?

Do not come any closer!

I am not a spinster
and I am offended.

Go get Grandpa. Go!

And leave you here alone?

Henry, now!

You live with your father?

My mistake.

Do not move any closer.

Dad!

Stay right there.
Don't move.

Honest mistake.

You have pants on.

Dad?

Didn't you hear me?

Hear what?

I was calling you.
Dinner's ready.

There's a homeless guy
in the barn.

What?

Why didn't you tell me?

He seems a little off.
I think he hit his head.

Is that gun loaded?

No, I didn't have time.

But I think he's harmless.

I think
I need a first-aid kit.

This is so cool.

We'd better get Ted out here.

Really?

I think he's just
lost and confused.

And hungry! I mean,
how hungry do you have to be

to eat raw turnips?

Mm! This is quite possibly
the best stew I have ever eaten.

Seriously?

The man clearly
has a refined palate.

The man's probably
got a name.

Who are you?

R...

Rip... I believe.

My Christian name is Richard...

but everyone calls me Rip.

Got a last name
to go with that?

It is...

that's odd.

Well, I'm Sarah,

and that is my father, Calvin,
and Henry.

You don't remember

- your last name?
- Henry.

Strange.

Since I woke,
it's as if I'm in a fog.

I just...

I remember bits and pieces.

I'm not sure
from whence I have come

or where I am going.

The countryside...

the landmarks,
they all...

seem familiar, yet...

they're all sitting strangely.

Well, where are you from,
originally?

Here.

I would say here.

Okay.

Did you ever meet
the Harrisons?

They had the next farm over.

They sold it about...

mm, a year
before your mother passed,

then those developers came

and built all those ugly houses
all over the property--

The Harrisons had a boy,
would've been about his age.

He was in the service,
if I recall.

Were you in the military?

Yes, ma'am.

25th Infantry regiment.

I remember, we--

we saw considerable skirmishes
during the war.

I served in the Navy, myself.

Oh!

Aw, that'll be Ted.

Come on.

What's going on?
Everyone okay?

Nothing to worry about.
Everything's fine.

Except we have
a robber living in our barn now.

You. In the house. Now.

Fine!

In the barn?

Uh, j-- just wait a second.

Um, do you remember
the Harrisons,

who used to live down the road?

Yeah.

So Dad thinks he remembers

maybe they had a son
who was a veteran...?

I don-- I don't know,

but this could possibly be him.

I mean, he may have PTSD,

but I really don't think
that he's--

I'm not dangerous,
if that's your concern.

You are from
the local constabulary?

The... the what?

Oh, I'm...

Deputy Ted Kohler
with the...

Doolittle County
Sheriff's Department.

We think Ted can help you
figure out how you got here.

You would like me
to go with him?

He has
the resources to help you.

Yeah.

Whoa. Hey, hey, hey.

Uh, Ted.
That's not necessary.

This is a strange carriage.

You have... no horses?

Horses?

Oh, yeah, I got 380 of 'em
right under the hood there.

They must be tiny.

Yeah, they're real small.

Why don't you, uh,
get in the back here,

and we'll talk about it?

And you, yeah,
you want to watch your head

as you get in there.

Good. Nice.

Yeah, you can--
you can just get in.

Good luck, Rip.

Good job.
Hey, watch your fingers, okay?

"Rip"?

Is he, uh, some kind of surfer
or something?

Sounds like you're jealous.

Really?

Why? Should I be?

Yeah. It's been a whirlwind.

We met an hour ago
and we're already engaged.

Is that right?

Henry found him in the barn.

He fell, he hit his head,

I gave him an ice pack,

but he doesn't seem to remember
who he is or how he got here.

Or what a car is. Yeah.

Okay, well, I'll run him
by the hospital

after I fingerprint him
and get him checked out.

Thank you.

Oh, hey.

Actually, while I'm here,

I didn't--
I don't know if you heard,

but there's a new restaurant
out in New Haven.

Everyone's raving about it

and I was thinking....

You were thinking you'd leave
a man with a concussion

in the back of your squad car

while you make a date?

Fair point, sir.

I'll call you. Okay?

All right.

Your carriage
makes strange sounds.

Well, that's that.

Yep.

At least you didn't
offer him the apple pie. Hmm?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Easy! Easy! Easy! Easy!

Easy.

- Easy.
- What kind of place is this?

Nothing to fear,
it's just a hospital.

They got those,
where you're from?

Yeah.

Nothing to be afraid of.

D-Did you see that?

I did. Yeah.

I'm just gonna go speak
with the Deputy for a minute.

Are you gonna be okay in here?

Okay.

Dr. Bensen,
please report to room 314.

Dr. Bensen to room 314.

So, there's no signs
of concussion

or any other head trauma,

but he's definitely confused.

I asked him the last time
he'd last seen a dentist

and he said he wanted
to get his hair cut.

Yeah. Sounds like our guy.

Yeah, his fingerprints
didn't register

in any of our databases.

Says his name's "Rip."

- Hmm.
- I don't know.

That's normal.

At this point, I guess
we've got ourselves a John Doe.

Okay, well, we are required
to keep him overnight

for observation,

but you'll let me know
if you find out anything else?

Will do. Thanks, Doc.

Oh, dear.
Now he's up.

Hey! Uh-oh.

Oh!

Apologies, madam.

I did not want to startle you,

but I couldn't think
of what I should say.

Um... "hello"
is always a good way to start.

Yes, of course.

- Yeah.
- Hello.

Hello.

Are you all right?

I stayed
at your hospital last night.

They told me should rest,

but then a woman
in a white uniform

kept coming into my room
every two hours

and waking me up,
asking me if I was sleeping.

It was not restful.

Yeah, um, hospitals
are a little weird like that.

So... here you are.

Again.

Yes, um...

I had a question.

So you came back.

Hello.

Apologies
for the intrusion again.

Actually, I wanted to ask
if I could work off the meal

you so generously provided
last night.

Yeah, do you want to pull
pigweed out of the fields?

Henry! That's your job.

But he wants to help.

That is not necessary.

Are you sure
you're all right?

The carriages and doors
and lanterns

all work by themselves.

Am I dead?

Is this Heaven?

If this were Heaven,
I'm not so sure he'd be here.

I am a lucky man
to have a funny daughter.

Are we gonna talk all day

or do you wanna
pull some weeds?

Henry. Go finish
your morning chores

before the bus gets here.

Thank you.

I think I have something
you could help with.

Come on.

Shouldn't we tell him

he can use
the milking machine?

Why?

He's doing a better job
than the pump.

Okay.

Um...

well, I was about
to go make some breakfast.

- Mm!
- Eggs and bacon? Real pork.

- What else would it be?
- Vegan?

"Vegan."
I don't know what that is.

No animal product.

Meatless bacon?

Yeah.
Or some people use turkey.

But that's not bacon.
Why would you do that?

Oh, I like this guy
more and more.

Um...

I notice the apple trees
are in want of trenching,

to help the roots absorb water.

And I wondered
if you have considered

pruning out the center branches
to help avoid the blight?

Yeah, that's something--

we would've normally
done that by now,

but it's a bigger job
than the two of us can handle.

Our farmhand, Errol,
he left last winter.

Well, then, I feel obliged
to offer my assistance.

That looks pretty good.

Well, I guess you already know,

but your mystery man

wandered out of the hospital
this morning.

Yeah, he showed up here.
What'd you find out?

I wish you would've called me.

I ran his prints and mugshots
and nothing's come up at all,

so I sent his prints
over to the military archive,

see if we can find
his service records.

So far, nothing back
from them, either.

We really have no idea
who this guy is.

I think it's best
if I take him off your hands.

If he is a veteran

who has some sort of trauma
or PTSD,

then the last place for him
is jail.

No, I'm not talking about
jail necessarily.

There's no warrants out,

unless you want to swear
on a trespassing complaint?

No. No.

I definitely
don't want to do that.

I didn't think so.

But I do think it's fair to say

that he needs
further evaluation,

you know, at a psych hospital

- or something.
- Really?

What else is there?

I mean, I guess
it wouldn't hurt

to let him stay
in the farmhand house

for just, like, a day or two.

Sarah.

Just until we figure out
what's wrong.

I mean, someone could be
worried sick that he's missing.

Sarah, we don't really know
who this guy is.

He could be... Norman Bates.

Or he could be Forrest Gump.

I mean, what if he was
your family, huh?

Would you want him
institutionalized?

You are a good person.

No.

Lock your doors.
I mean it.

First sign of trouble,
you call me.

Of course.

Okay.

Oh.

Um, you never did give me
an answer about this weekend--

the new restaurant?

Oh. Right, right.

- Oh, you're asking. Now.
- Yeah.

Um. Yeah. Yeah, sure.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Great.
- Yeah.

Okay, well, um,

I will pick you up
on Saturday at seven,

and in the meantime,
anything odd happens...

You'll be the first one I call.

Thank you.

All right.

- See ya.
- See ya.

Ahem.

Um, so, I was thinking
that once we finish up here,

maybe we can try and find out
a little bit more

about your chest--

your... your past?

Your-- your... your pa--

I'm gonna... I'm--

Look, uh, why don't you take
these things into the barn?

Go right on in.

Hey.

Uh, so, the Harrisons
that lived down the road,

they do have a son,

and check out this article
that I found on him.

"Local Man
Receives Purple Heart."

Does that sound
familiar to you?

Were you wounded?

Did you receive a medal?

Yes.

I-I was wounded in battle

a-and I was awarded
a commendation.

Okay.

Well, with all that hair,

how can we tell
if that's him?

How would you feel
about a haircut and a shave?

All right. Chin up?

So... what are
we in the mood for?

Mm. Something
a little more clean-cut.

What is that thing?

Normally, only little kids
get scared of the clippers.

You're fine.
Really, it's okay.

Yeah, just...

...just, uh, sit down--
there you go.

All right.

That is not the same guy.

Who are you then?

You said
you were in the military

and that you were wounded.

Was it Iraq?

Afghanistan?

Do you remember anything?

I don't know of those battles.

Our regiment
never got south of Delaware.

Delaware?

Who were you fighting
in Delaware?

The British.

Hey, Waylon.
Just finishing up here.

Afternoon, Bud.
Hello, Sarah.

Hello.

Calvin.

I never saw you at the VFW
the other night.

Well, it was storming, Waylon.

Some of us have property
to look after.

Or I suppose some of us are
just more dedicated than others.

I'm, uh, Waylon Finster.

How do you do? I'm Rip.

Uh, Rip was just telling us

how he was fighting the British
in Delaware.

Aren't you the funny one?

Well, that's not really true.

Because that would be crazy.

The farthest south
we had battles was New Jersey.

Re-enactments.

Yeah. Yeah.

Oh. You know...

I'm a Revolutionary War buff myself.

I'm quite an admirer
of that period.

We waged war...

often against former kinsmen.

It was a terrible
and grueling time.

Are you saying
that you enjoyed it?

I think it's time for us to go.

- Dad?
- Yeah.

Nice seeing you.

Uh, thanks, Bud!

Uh, Mr. Rip?

Good luck.

Thank you.

You eat it.

- Eat it?
- Yeah. Mm-hmm. Let's go.

Good seeing you, Waylon.

Right.

I fear I may have offended
your friend.

Who? That guy?

Ha! He's a know-it-all

who thinks he invented
the American Revolution.

To hear him talk,

he was leading
the troops himself.

How absurd.

Exactly.

He bears no resemblance
to General Washington.

Okay, come--

Come on, Paul Revere.

This way.

Gotta get to the car that way.

What are you doing?

You give these to children?

You have to take
the wrapper off.

That outside part.

Oh... all right.

We're fixing the holes where
the raccoons are getting in.

He, um, he does seem to know
his way around a farm.

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

We are not paying him
a nickel a day to work here.

Well, I guess not.

But I was thinking of something
a little more long-term,

if we could work it out.

Hmm.

Well, I guess we could ask him.

Hey, Rip.

Um...

so, what would you think about

coming to work for us
as a farmhand?

We can't pay much,

um, but it'll be fair,

and I promise
you'll be well-fed.

You could even stay in
the farmhand house.

It's old and drafty,

but the roof is good
and it'll keep you dry.

So, it's small but cozy.

Errol lived
and worked here

even before
we bought this farm.

Are you all right?

I promise, it's not that bad.

This is where I grew up.

I-It's all coming back
to me now.

This is my house.

Maybe it just looks
like your house?

So this is it.

No.

This-- This isn't right.
Everything is new.

No. No, it's actually not new.

You might...

actually want to sweep out
some of these cobwebs.

I'm most certain
about this place.

There.

Indeed. Do you see that?

See what?

Right there in the wood.

Well, those markings
are from before our time.

What does it say?

Roman numerals?

Those... are initials.

My initials.

"Rip Van Winkle
the Second."

Rip Van Winkle?

Like the story?

What story?

I was eight--
I was eight when I carved these.

and by mother was so upset
that she--

she took the switch to me.

So what are those numbers then?

Oh, that's my birthday.

The eighth of April, 1758.

Gimme a break.

What would
you like me to break?

1758?

So you'd... you're, like,
a thousand years old.

More like 250,
but he's just joking.

No, I'm-- I'm 31 years of age.

So you were born in, like... 1991.

1991? Now you're the one
who's being funny.

No, 1758!

It's 2022.

No, it's 1789.

No... 2022.

Twenty...

20...

How is that even possi...

Rip?

This is what happens
when you hire a guy

who's willing to work
for five cents a day.

Is he dead?

- No.
- No.

Oh... I'm home.

How are you feeling?

I was having
the oddest of dreams.

I... I somehow found myself...

In the year 2022?

Oh...

This could go on all night.

Okay, just-just relax, okay?

Get your bearings.

Welcome back.
I've got something for you.

I knew I had this
on the bookshelf somewhere.

Here.

Take a little bit
and read that.

"The Sketchbook
of Geoffrey Crayon"?

Read the story
where the bookmark is.

We'll just, uh, be here

until you've had a chance
to take all that in.

You all right?

This story...

it's about my father.

It's an old folk tale.

It's not real.

No, this Washington Irving...
I-I know him.

He's a boy who's always
lingering about the tavern

which my father frequents.

So, you're saying
that Washington Irving

took your father's true story

and passed it off
as fiction,

is that right?

No!

It's clearly preposterous.

- Thank you.
- My father

is a liar and a drunk.

His story was absurd.

You're not from ancient times.
That's impossible.

I was born in this house
on that date I carved.

I was christened
after my father,

Richard Van Winkle, Senior.

He was

a man of minor ambition,

which did not sit well
with my mother.

She was a woman
of flaring tempers,

with ample wind to fan them.

Considering the harsh state
of my parents' union,

it should not have come
as a surprise

when my father
disappeared completely...

and yet I keenly felt
his absence.

The burden of the farmwork
fell to me from a young age.

His abandonment

became like coals
from a low-stoked fire.

It fueled my determination
not to be like him.

When I was 17,

the storm that had been brewing
began to blow,

even into
this tranquil valley.

And thus,
I found myself fighting

in that grim and bloody conflict

which would make of this
a free nation.

Our independence was won
at great cost.

I was wounded,

but even in that,
I was luckier than most.

Times were hard,

but the farm was constant,

and we still had the land
to provide for us.

As time passed,

my mother passed on to her maker
and my sister married.

I was left to tend the field,

and fight the gnawing sting
of my father's abandonment.

And so, it was with
quite some astonishment, then,

that, one day,

a strangely familiar figure

appeared as if an apparition
from the mountains.

After 20 years,
my father had returned,

and to excuse
his craven desertion,

he concocted
the most outlandish tale...

...he claimed that he had
gone hunting for game

up amidst the local hills.

After trailing
much farther than planned,

he came into a high dell.

Here, he found
a stash of brandy

in a curious cave.

After helping himself
to that brandy,

my father claimed

that a fearsome thunderstorm
roared across the valley.

And it was here, he stated,

that he must have
fallen asleep...

for 20 years.

Of course,
it was a preposterous claim,

and I determined to prove

that there was
no mineral-laden cave

as he described.

However,
after a prolonged journey

up past Katterskill Point,

nestled along the eastern ridge
of the mountain,

I was forced
to temper my disbelief

when I came upon such a cave.

My timing was fortuitous,

for, at that point,

the dark rolling clouds
which had been pursuing me

laid to,

as if the heavens themselves
were rent.

To my surprise,
there was a flagon--

just as my father had told.

And as the chill of the storm
settled upon my bones,

I was obliged to warm myself
with a swig from that brandy.

And as the storm raged,

I fell into a deep slumber.

When I awoke,

I became aware
of a ravenous hunger

and set down the mountain.

But I found myself

in a strange
and altered landscape.

Where mighty pines had stood
just hours before,

there was now brush and bramble.

And prolific streams

had turned into rock
and impenetrable woods.

It was though I was looking
upon the world anew,

and I understood not why.

My mind was cloudy,

as if I had been through
some dream.

It was shortly after that,

I encountered all of you
in the barn.

I know
how far-fetched this sounds.

No.

You're the son
of Rip Van Winkle.

You decided to disprove
your father's story...

that Washington Irving had
turned into a work of fiction...

but you wound up falling asleep
in a cave in the mountain,

just like your dad,

and then you woke up here...

in 2022.

Well...

yes.

It appears so.

That's crazier
than Grandpa's alien story.

You know what?

I think it is time
to get you to bed.

What do you say, Dad?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Um... I hope you will find
the house more comfortable

than a hospital.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

That's a good idea.

I'm not afraid.

I-I just think
he's confused.

But, um, Ted said
to lock the doors, so...

Yeah.

I'm getting to an age

when I will take "interesting
with a side of crazy"

over sane and boring,
any old day.

Goodnight, Flash.

Goodnight, Grandpa.

So?

Can we keep him?
He's kinda cool.

Okay. Time for bed, you.

Mom!

Look, I'm gonna talk to Ted

and we're gonna figure
all this out, okay?

Ted ruins everything!

Ted does not ruin everything.

He'll just take him away.

Look, I just want to make sure

that that man gets
the help that he needs. Okay?

All right. Goodnight.
I love you.

Bye, honey!

Hey, freak.

My uncle Waylon says
you and your grandpa

aren't the weirdest people
around town anymore.

Shut up, Wiley.

Says that you got
a freak living with you.

I'm not surprised.

Freaks like to hang together.

I'd rather be a freak
than a Neanderthal!

All right, yes.

I will, uh...

talk to him

about keeping his dog
off your lawn.

Yes, absolutely.

Mrs. Kaufman,
let me call you back.

Okay. Yeah. I promise, I will. Bye.

- Sarah.
- Hi.

Hi.
What a pleasant surprise.

I wasn't expecting
to see you today.

Yeah, I was just
picking some things up

and decided to say hi.

Well, I'm so glad you did.

Yeah.

Sorry. Um...

- Have a seat here.
- Oh, thank you.

- Um... oh.
- Oh!

Okay.

Um...

So?

So, yeah.

Yeah, uh,

I-I was wondering,
have you heard more on Rip?

Why?

W-What's wrong?
Did he do something?

No. No. Not at all.

I knew this was a mistake.

No! No. He's polite
and he works hard.

I was just curious
if you heard back

from the military
about an I.D. for him?

Nothing yet. No.

Maybe it's time
we call in some help?

What would that entail?

Uh, well, we could

have him committed by the county
under a 5150,

I mean, just until they get
a sense of what's going on.

Committed?

Look, Sarah, I know you think
I'm going overboard here,

but if this guy
is really unstable,

he doesn't belong anywhere near
you or Henry or your dad.

Okay?
We need to be prudent.

I can't protect you out there.

He's harmless.

Well, I-I-I hope so.
I hope so.

But, I don't know,
what would you like me to do?

You know what?
Never mind.

I'll just, uh,
I'll figure it out

and I'll let you know.

But, in the meantime,

would you mind letting me know

if the military
gets back to you?

Yeah, okay.

Thank you. See ya.

See ya.

Hey, I left you a snack
on the counter

and then I want you
to come out here

and help me load up
for the farmer's market, okay?

Hey. Would you
come here, please?

Honey, what happened?

It's not a big deal.

Well, it looks like
a big deal to me.

Mom, just... let it alone!

Henry!

Permission to approach
your castle, Sir Henry?

It's just a rock.

Well...

when I was your age,

rocks were hardly ever
just rocks.

More often, they were
watchtowers or ramparts.

There used to be
two big boulders

right over there.

That was "Fort Duquesne."

What's that?

It was an outpost
in the French and Indian War.

Oh. More ancient history.

Things did not go well
at school?

I hate Wiley Shump!

Who is Wiley Shump?

Just this kid.

He's really big.
I wish I could kick his butt!

Hmm.

See that wall?

Yeah?

I built that.

Some of those rocks
were nearly as big as me,

but I learned to use leverage
to move them.

I moved those stones
onto that wall.

So?

So...

rocks, soldiers, scoundrels,
Shumps--

there are ways to use
their size against them.

You mean...

you could teach me
to beat up Wiley?

I have seen a lot of combat.

It's awful.

Fighting is a terrible thing

and it should be avoided
if there is any other way.

But if you find yourself
with no options,

yes,

I can teach you ways
to defend yourself.

- Thank you.
- Here we go.

Oh, and don't forget
to sauté those beet greens.

They are delicious.

Yeah. Have a good one.

Those ladies are back again.

Would you ladies care
for another sample

of our homemade apple butter?

Yeah.

Maybe you would like
to take some home.

It's only five shillings--

- Dollars.
- ...Dollars a jar.

I'll take a bottle.

I'll take two!

Very well.

He certainly seems to be able
to make friends very easily.

Are you gonna keep making jokes

or are you gonna
go help the customers?

I'm gonna go help
the customers.

Hi!

Hi. That's Five apiece.

Thanks.

Pardon me.

I didn't mean to disturb you.

You're not disturbing me.

There was an errant chicken

who decided to roost
outside my window.

I was helping her
find her way back to the coop.

You seem to be
enjoying your evening.

Yeah.

Just enjoying
a rare moment of quiet.

Henry's asleep
and Dad's at the VFW.

Apologies
for the interruption.

I shall take my leave.

I mean, you can stay,
if you want.

I'm just playing a game
on my phone.

Here, come here,
I'll show you.

Only if you're sure
I'm not disturbing you, ma'am.

The only thing disturbing me
is you calling me "ma'am."

Propriety would require--

Okay, it's not
the 18th century anymore.

I am unaccustomed

to any woman over the age of 20
being unaccounted for.

Especially
an incredibly pretty one.

Um, apologies.
I've-- I've overstepped.

Trust me. I'll let you know
when you've overstepped.

Hmm.

All right, come here.
Let me show you this.

That is quite an object,
your flashy thingamajig.

My phone?

Yeah, I guess it kind of is.

Phone...

how does it work?

That, I don't know,

but I can show you what it does.

All right.

So, this game...

is really just a fun way
of knocking things down.

See? Yeah.

I'm sure you had games like this
when you were a kid, no?

We had skittles, nine pins--
that sort of thing--

but mostly
we just made our own toys.

Like what?

Um...

That's amazing.

You have to show me
how to do that.

What are you two doing?

Hey, show him.
Do it again, do it again.

Listen to this.

Impressive.

But I'm tired.

I'll see the two of you tomorrow.

Goodnight.
Oh! Um, Dad,

will you carry Henry to bed
for me, please?

- Sure.
- Thank you. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Okay, come here, you have
to show me how to do that now.

- Certainly.
- I want to know the trick.

- Okay.
- Okay.

You hold the blade of grass
between your two thumbs,

- like so, quite taut.
- Mm-hmm.

And then you just blow.

Sounds like a duck call.

Morning.

All right, so, are you ready?

Yeah? That way? Okay.

Do you see
how I did that?

By using momentum.

Now you try.

Okay. What you got?
You gonna come at me, Rip?

Watch the strike.

Transfer, walk, grab,

step behind.

Oh!

Oh!

Ah! Yeah!

No.
I didn't know the pilgrims.

How old do you think I am?

Uh, according to you,
really old.

Well, the answer's still no.

Thank you so kindly
for the meal.

You're welcome.

Hey. Homework.

Thank you so much
for everything you've done.

Really, I didn't think
we would be able

to get it all done
this season.

It has been my pleasure.

Mm.

May I?

Ah, yeah, of course.

You must be missing
some of your friends and family.

Yes.

There are a few people
I miss very much.

You married?

I never found much time
for courtship.

Well, we're still young.

We are?

Yeah!

My girlfriends in the city,

they put their career
before marriage and kids.

I mean, they won't even
think about it

until they feel like

they've really
established themselves.

I admit, when I first arrived,

I have found myself...

amazed by
these new societal constructs.

No doubt.

Women wear trousers and vote,
and labor at men's jobs...

Mm. Yes, we do,

and just as well,
thank you very much.

As ably as any man could.

- Yep.
- And yet still,

with no less than the perfect
essence of womanhood.

It has stirred in me
a-a realization...

Hmm?

There once was a man
named Thomas Jefferson.

He was a great statesman
and philosopher.

I know
who Thomas Jefferson was.

Well, of course.

The noble Mr. Jefferson
stirred our people to freedom

by declaring
that all men are created equal.

Mm-hmm.

However,

it seems quite evident to me now
that his declaration was flawed.

Had he known Sarah Majors,

he should have included women
in his proclamation.

Thank you.

So, um... ahem.

There's a...

there's a doctor

at New York College
of Medicine and Technology

who I contacted.

I told her about you.

And she's very interested
in your story

and very curious to meet you.

Truthfully?

Mm-hmm.

Hey.

I know, I know. Homework.

I want you to have this.

It's a toy.

You can play with it,

and then you won't have to be
afraid of the real tractor.

That's very kind.

And then maybe you could think
of everything like that.

Tractors, trucks, helicopters--
like they're all just big toys.

I would like, very much,
to talk to your expert.

Okay.

It's been a long time
since I've been to the city.

Okay, on that,
I just want to warn you,

New York has changed
a little bit.

Is Broadway still there?

Yes...

I once walked
all the way from the Battery

to Greenwich Village.

Are those places still there?

Yes--

Through Lispenard's Meadow,
past the Manhattan well...

I know it will look different,
but I'm prepared.

Okay, I just don't want you
to freak out.

"Freak out"?

So this is what I meant
by freaking out.

- I see.
- Mm.

As I count backwards,

your eyes will become
heavier and heavier.

After I reach one,

you will be in
a deep hypnotic state.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Five...

four,

three,

two,

one.

Thank you for bringing
his case to my attention.

It's quite fascinating.

Can you help him?

He does seem to have
gone through a war.

But the most intriguing thing
is that,

as a coping mechanism,

I think his brain has created
an elaborate delusion

which places his trauma

to a war almost 250 years
in the past.

I believe this makes it
somehow safer for him.

Is this common?

I mean,
have you seen this before?

No. It's quite unusual.

Especially for a patient
to maintain

such a complex delusion
under hypnosis.

We'd like to do
a few more tests.

Yeah, sure.

Not sure what
this foreign object is,

but we could remove it simply,
with a local anesthetic.

Remove it? Now?

Are you all right?

I need a leather strap
to bite on.

Please don't start yet.

Uh, actually,
we're almost done.

How did you do that?

Anesthesia.

Oh!

I-I suppose I'm fine, then.

Yeah.

What do you think that is?

I was shot.

That is
a "Brown Bess" musket ball.

They stopped making those
in 1820.

Where, uh...
Where'd you find it?

It was pulled
from this man's leg.

I mean, I've heard of these
"re-enactors" going pretty far,

but you, my friend,
you take the cake.

How can this even be
the same place?

I know,
it looks different to me,

and I only left 10 years ago.

You lived in New York City?

Yeah. Yeah. Until Simon left.

Your husband?

No. Baby daddy.

"Baby daddy"?

Yeah.

We weren't married.

I know that sounds unusual
to you,

but it's really not
that uncommon anymore.

He left, uh,
right before Henry was born.

I'm sorry.

There is nothing less honorable

than a man abandoning
a woman with child.

Yeah, well, that's something
we both can agree on.

Anyway, but really,
I'm fine now.

So you left the city?

Yes.

Uh, so, my parents
had just retired,

and I admit I was feeling
a bit overwhelmed,

so I took a hiatus
from my advertising job.

I thought it would be temporary,

but then,
my mom got Alzheimer's,

so I stayed.

Um, Alzheimer's is a disease

where you stop being able
to remember things.

Like me?

No. Not quite.

Anyway, it was
a difficult couple of years.

But you know I realized?

People need healthy food--

not food filled with chemicals and...

that's where I feel like

I'm really
accomplishing something.

Why is it called "Edge"?

I'll show you
if you're up for it.

Come on.
Walk straight.

You've got to walk straight.

Are you sure it's safe
for us to be up this high?

Yes.

Okay, you see that building
right there?

That building is still standing
and it was built 90 years ago.

Come on.

Oh, my.

Yeah, it's pretty impressive,
isn't it?

I wonder if this is
what Heaven must be like.

Yeah, I have to admit,
it still takes my breath away.

Who'd have dreamed we'd be
capable of such edifices?

Humans seem intent
on always wanting more,

going bigger.

It's reassuring to know
we got it right.

The architecture?

No.

All of this.

America.

When we battled
for our independence,

it was really just a theory... democracy.

At the time,

it seemed
like a grand experiment.

We didn't know if we'd survive,
as a people,

as a country.

It's good to see

that we managed
to figure it out.

I don't know
that we figured it out.

I mean, not by a long shot.

After all this time,
we keep trying.

I think that's what's important.

Well,

at the very least,

it's good to know
that the ideals we fought for--

they have definitely
amounted to all this.

When I look around,

I see something grand
and marvelous.

It does seem to allow people
to take liberties, I suppose.

Well, it is pretty romantic.

When we run out of
probable explanations

for your story,

then perhaps it's time
to consider improbable ones.

We've had a request

for you to discuss all of this
with Dr. Silver.

He teaches quantum theory
in our physics department.

You see, we've run different
combinations of elements

though our computer models

in order to formulate
an equation that would account

for certain types
of quantum anomalies.

Is this a commonplace mysticism
for you?

Because I understand this about
as well as I do your tractor.

I have no idea
what he's talking about either.

Sorry.

No, no. I'm sorry.

I may have gotten

a little carried away
in my excitement.

You see, you, sir,
may represent

the living embodiment
of this theory.

What exactly is the theory?

Well, let me explain it
to you another way.

You see, quantum physics
is a science

which examines
physical phenomena

usually
along a subatomic scale.

Now, here's an example.

We've recently taken
trace amounts

of new uranium particles

and placed them
at the Bikini Atoll.

Where the nuclear bomb
was tested?

Yes, that's right.

I don't know
what any of that is.

That's fine,
but here's what's significant.

Now, we've noticed disturbances

in the present-day
uranium particles

similar to what
we would expect to find

after a nuclear blast,

even though that event
took place over 70 years ago.

You see...

there seems to be a connection
between the particles

that exists across time.

How does that apply
to Rip?

Well...

let's imagine that
this is the history of America,

from the establishment
of the colonies

all the way
up to the present time.

Now, we have always assumed

that time moves us
at a consistent pace,

just one way,
along this line.

But the behavior
of the uranium particles

suggests that great energetic disturbances

create wormholes.

Now, this would explain
how a person such as yourself,

from this point in time,

could end up
at this point in time.

If the cave that you mentioned

had high amounts of
lead, zinc, molybdenum,

and trace amounts of
a radioactive element

like uranium,
or radium even,

and it was subject
to intense jolts of energy--

like the lightning strike
that you described--

it would effectively
create a wormhole.

And that wormhole

would result in a fold,
or a tear in time,

landing you, my friend...

...in the future.

So you're saying
his story is real?

Do you think I could
get back to my own time?

The answer to both
your questions

is, theoretically... yes.

Yes, it's possible.

Grand and marvelous.

What's that?

Thank you.

For what?

For taking me here.

And for taking my story seriously.

And for taking me in.

When you found me
in your barn,

you were very gracious
and trusting.

I don't pretend
to understand this new world,

but I believe
I've learned enough to know

that it was an unlikely
and generous thing.

You're welcome.

Do you think what the doctor
told us is true?

I wish I knew.

I... I don't know.

Some days on the farm,

I...

I feel as if
there's no place I'd rather be.

But then,
there are times like this,

this trip into the city,

where I worry I might never
fit into this new world.

But it sure is something.

- Hey!
- Hey.

Is something wrong?

No, I don't think so.

Does something
need to be wrong?

I just haven't seen you
in a little while.

Right. I'm sorry.

I've just been--
I've just been really busy.

- I thought so.
- Yeah.

You know, I was thinking,
"Sarah must be so busy..."

and "Sarah must need a break."

So, I was thinking we, uh,
grill up some steaks--

and I brought a nice bottle
of that red that you like--

Good evening, Deputy.

Um, it's daytime, but...

Right.

Um, Ted-- Ted was just
stopping by to say hello.

Hello.

Yeah. Hello.

Y-You know, I was hoping

that I could just have
a little moment with Sarah.

Just the... two of us.

Oh.

Certainly.

I'll get back to loading
the carriage.

Uh, "truck."

Thank you.
Yeah, tha-- that one. Thanks.

Good day!

Good day.

How's it going with him?

Giving you any trouble?

No. Not at all.

Okay, well, listen.

While I'm here,

I actually got a response from
the National Military Archive,

and there's absolutely no record

of your guy ever having
served in the military.

His name is Rip.

Yeah, pretty sure
that's not his real name.

What are you
trying to say, Ted?

Well, people in town

have been talking about
this crazy story of his

and we're all more than
a little concerned,

and you know, I've heard of
situations like this before.

Really? You've heard of
situations like Rip's?

Situations where
a con artist comes along,

and tells a wild story
to some easy marks, yeah.

Oh! Oh. So I assume

that Dad and I are
the "easy marks" in this story?

Sarah, come on.

I'm just worried that he might
be taking advantage of you.

Ted. I-I can't
do this right now.

I'm so sorry.

I-I'm just, like,
I'm really busy.

Can we talk later?

Sure.

Um, what about this weekend?

Look. I appreciate the offer.
I am just so slammed right now.

No, I mean the festival.

You're gonna come,
aren't you?

Right. Yes. The festival.

Of course. I-I-I will be
at the festival.

Okay, then.

And maybe another time
for the steaks?

Sure. Sure.

Okay.

Uh, don't work too hard.

- Thanks.
- All right.

Mom, they have candy apples!

You'll be
on a sugar-high all night.

He'll be fine!

Come on. I see Bloom's
hard cider stand over there.

Go easy, both of you!

Does that bother you?

No. It rather delights me.

Don't worry.

No one's thinking
any the worse of us.

And even if they were,
I wouldn't care.

Indeed.

Why does that not surprise me?

So what about you, Rip?

What do you want to do?

At the moment,

I should like nothing more
than to accompany you

to wherever
your heart may fancy.

Ooh, you better be careful.

You don't know what
you're getting yourself into.

Oh, dear.

Let's go have some fun.

It's loud!

Where are the musicians?

How have they secreted them
inside this box?

No, that's a speaker!

You're not supposed to stand
that close to it.

It's just a recording.
You see that guy?

He's playing the music.

Oh...

This is rock music!

What do you think?

I'm not sure
I can think at all.

Good! That's the point.

You're just supposed to dance!

It's okay to let yourself go.

Just listen to the beat
and let your body do the rest.

Maybe a little more fluid? Yeah.

Whoo!

Whoa. Whoa.

Or maybe more like this--

yeah, yeah, there you go.

Good.

That was good.

Pardon me, kind sir.

I-I don't imagine
you would be able

to play something
a bit, um...

older?

Perhaps a... a gentle ballad
to which one can dance?

Well... that's an improvement.

♪ Crazy ♪

♪ I'm crazy for feeling ♪

♪ So lonely ♪

♪ I'm crazy ♪

♪ Crazy for feeling ♪

♪ So blue ♪

♪ I knew ♪

♪ You'd love me as long
As you wanted ♪

♪ And then someday... ♪

Ahem.

Mind if I cut in?

♪ ...You'd leave me
for somebody new ♪

♪ Worry... ♪

- Hi.
- Hi.

♪ Why do I let myself worry? ♪

♪ For I'm sitting there
wondering ♪

♪ Wondering... ♪

♪ What in the world did I do? ♪

♪ Crazy... ♪

Hey, freak.
What are you doing?

Leave me alone, Wiley.

What do you got there?

I'm hungry.

Oh, yeah, I just remembered--
I hate candy apples.

Oh! You gonna cry?

Come on, freak. Stand up.

That is a genuine
Colonial farming tool

which was found
near this thresher.

Well, look.

It's Calvin Majors.

Now, have you been telling

more of those
incredible stories, Calvin?

Don't tell us.

You came to America
on the Mayflower?

Waylon...

you're a pompous blowhard.

Well, maybe.

But at least I'm not nuts.

Now, as I was saying,

this thresher here would've been
used by the local farmers

to harvest their barley
and, uh, other grains.

I beg your pardon.

Look.

It's the O.G.

The crazy man himself.

Perhaps.

But what I find really crazy

is how much this man is charging

for items for which
he is clearly misrepresenting.

Well, now, just a second here.

This device, for example.

This was not used
for threshing grain.

It is a "flax break."

If you will allow me--

you will notice...
this hole.

There's a wooden peg
which is missing,

on which this handle hinged.

When the flax was harvested,

they would draw it
across these wooden slats

while bringing this handle
down repeatedly.

It would break up
the fibers of the flax plants,

so they could be carded,

and spun into thread,
then woven into linen.

And that item
you are about to buy, madam,

that...

is not a farming implement,
as he stated.

It is a child's toy...

...and it is broken.

Uh, if you'll excuse me,
I can hear my phone ringing.

Hopefully it's someone who
knows what they're taking about.

You obviously don't.

Oh! That was amazing!

I have never seen Waylon
so embarrassed.

Oh...

I don't think
I needed that last cider.

Or the one before that.

- Oh, yeah.
- Let's get you to bed.

Mm.

"It's a flax break."

"Oh, I think
I hear my phone ringing!"

Ahh...

You don't have to do that.

I don't mind.

Your father...

you're lucky to have him.

I should say goodnight.

Okay.

Rip!

Sarah?

I'm a man
of old-fashioned principles.

I can't.

Goodnight, Sarah.

Goodnight.

Deputy.

Can I come in?

Thanks.

Is everything all right?

Were you
expecting someone else?

It's a nice farm, isn't it?

She's made a good life here.

And the business...
it's taking off.

She's really made something
out of this place.

Yes, I have

a tremendous admiration
for Sarah

and her accomplishments.

Excuse me.

I bet you do.

So...

I suppose
you're probably thinking

things are going
according to plan, huh?

I'm sorry.
I'm not sure I understand.

Look, uh...

it's just you and me here,

so can we drop
the whole innocent

"I don't know anything
about anything" act

and just talk?

'Cause you know there's no way
I can let a con man like you

take advantage
of good people like this, right?

I assure you,

that is not
what I am doing here.

I have tried to behave

in only
the most honorable manner.

- Honorable?
- Yes.

Interesting.

Let me tell you
what I see.

You come along out of nowhere,

acting innocent and confused
and helpless.

And somehow
you get them to go along

with your ridiculous stories

and maybe eventually
they feel sorry enough for you

to keep you hanging around.

How am I doing so far?

So now what?

Well...

please, enlighten me.

Well, you're not really
gonna stick around.

We both know that.

No.

You fooled these people
into thinking you belong here.

But you do not.

And in the end,

all you're gonna do
is break their hearts.

I would never want that.

Good.

I hope that's true.

Because I love that woman...

and I will not see her hurt.

I want to give her things
you never could.

I mean, what do you really
bring to the table?

Aside from silly stories
and zero prospects?

I think I have
something to offer

that men of this time
have long forgotten.

I gotta give it to you, man.

You are good with words.

I mean, this whole...
this whole thing--

it works.

But listen up, Rip.

If you truly love Sarah,
just do the right thing.

Your presence here
is doing damage

to her
and her entire family.

I can't even imagine
what you mean. I--

Well, that's the problem,
isn't it?

Because she's not
gonna tell you.

She's too kind.

Too good.

But she is becoming a joke
in this town,

and I won't have it.

Her son is being bullied.

Her dad is being mocked.

All because they have
a guy living with them

who claims he knew
George Washington.

I know how it sounds.

But it's the truth.

A real man
wouldn't do this, Rip...

...even if
he is delusional enough

to think he fought
in the American Revolution.

I'm telling you right now

there is no future for you here.

And if you stay
a moment longer,

you might not have any future
left at all.

There's those words again.

...This is

your current traffic
and weather on the hour.

Sorry, folks,
but it's a real nasty...

Morning.

Coffee's ready

and I'm about to go
fix some eggs.

...Road closures
along the 202.

There's also a report
of a downed electrical line...

Good morning.

My tongue feels like
it's wearing a sweater.

...Major precipitation
is expected throughout the day

and a travel advisory
has been issued

along the entire
Hudson River Valley.

We're running
a little bit late this morning.

The storm temporarily
knocked out the power,

so my alarm didn't go off.

Mom, do I have to go to school?

This is gonna be some storm!

Get your butt into gear.

All right, don't forget,

we have to batten down
the chicken coop

and check the latches
on the barn.

...Find yourself a fire
and snuggle up with a good book,

or, if you're like me,
get caught up on some sleep.

This one has the potential
to develop into

one of the biggest
electrical storms

we've seen in decades.

Hey!

I think I've almost gotten
everything in order.

Well, I brought you
a sandwich and some apple pie.

That's very...

you're very kind.

It's the least I can do.

It's never the least with you.

Well, uh, Dad and I
are gonna run to the store,

just to pick up some things,

in case we're stuck here
for the next few days

with this storm.

You'll be all right?

I hope so, Sarah Majors.

I very much hope so.

Are you... Are y...
Are you okay?

About last night?

You just seem--
You seem a little, um...

No, last night was the most
wonderful moment of my life.

Good.

We should make sure

to put extra tie-downs
on the barn doors and shutters.

Yeah. Getting right on that.

I can't find Rip.

He's not in the orchard
or the barn.

You check the farmhouse?

Hey.

Hi, honey!
How was school?

We practically
didn't do anything today.

I totally could've stayed home.

Oh, yeah? Why?

I don't know, everyone was just
talking about the storm.

Sarah.

It's from Rip.

"My dearest Sarah,
Henry, and Calvin.

I must sincerely apologize
for my sudden de--"

"...parture."

"I fear that if I were given--"

"...weeks or months,

and the world's
greatest volumes,

I still would never find
the proper words

to express my gratitude

or convey
the depth of my feelings.

And thus I will depart,

much as I arrived--

with no fanfare or warning.

This storm seems like
my best chance

to return
to where I indeed belong.

I'm sure it will be
for the betterment of us all,

since I have no desire--"

"...to cause you
anymore distress."

"It is with a heavy heart

and all of
my fondest affections

I bid you farewell.

Yours most truly
and always,

Rip."

Why would he say that?

He's going back to the cave.

I have to stop him.

What if he does
get back to his time

and I don't even get
to say goodbye?

- I'll find him
- Where?

Up along the eastern ridge,
right?

He said "Katterskill Point."
I think he meant Eagle Peak!

It's starting to get
really steep!

You go on.
We're just slowing you down!

Are you sure?

Yes, yes!
We'll be fine.

Go on!

Don't worry.
She'll find him.

- Okay, Grandpa.
- Come on.

Rip!

Rip?

Rip!

Rip?

Sarah?

What are you doing
out here in this storm?

Are you mad?

You're the one
trying to go back

two and a half centuries
in time,

and I'm the one who's crazy?

I left you a letter.

You said you were
causing us distress?

What does that even mean?

Ted enlightened me.

Ted?

What does Ted
have to do with this?

I'm ruining your reputation.
I have nothing to offer you.

What-- I decide
what you have to offer me.

Well, now's the chance for you
to get back.

Sarah...

I am a man who may forever be
out of the right time and place,

but I will
gladly forgo my chance

to return to where I belong,

if you would do me
the unimaginable honor

of giving me
your hand in marriage.

We don't have
to get married yet.

But how about we go out
for a date or two?

My pack! It's gone.

Come on.

April 12th, 2022.

As I finally consider
the strange occurrences

which have befallen me,

I am loathe to admit

I have spent the better part
of my life

consumed with bitterness
towards my father.

Truthfully, through
no fault of my father's,

my life has been quite lonely.

I now deeply regret
such animosity.

However,
all of that has changed.

The house I have always lived in
has finally become a home...

and it's only taken me
a few centuries to find it.

I have discovered happiness
with a remarkable woman

and her son
and her father.

They have opened my eyes
to true love.

I only wish I could share
such a gift with my father.

I am not certain
where my future lies...

or if I will ever
return to him,

but I pray somehow

that he will know his son
does love him well.

I have learned
about such things

from a remarkable woman
who wears pants

and who gives me hope

that, in the future,
all things are possible.

♪ I wanna live my life ♪

♪ With you there by side ♪

♪ And I wanna
wake up from a dream ♪

♪ To see you sleeping ♪

♪ I wanna be with you forever ♪

♪ Always ♪

♪ Lookin' in your eyes... ♪

♪ Tryin' to see you ♪

♪ Feelin' nothin' ♪

♪ Nothin' but lovin' you ♪