Grand Tour: Disaster in Time Page #2

making sure that...

What sort of smell,

Mr. Wilson?

Huh, smokey.

Sweet. Kind of smokey.

- Tea. Just tea.

- Oh.

Ahh.

Mmm.

Ahh... Mmm.

Mmm...

Mmm.

Mmm...

I know what you're thinking.

Oh, look. There it is.

They used to call them

"kissing bridges".

Because?

Because, in the old days

when kids would go out

on a hayride,

They'd stop

under the bridge to kiss...

Where no one

could see them.

Mm.

Mmm.

Are you sure they called them

"kissing bridges"?

- Nothing else?

- Mm.

Five minutes.

We'll be home

in five minutes.

Time me.

Oh, god!

I'll get it.

Thank you very much.

Late again, Mr. Quish.

Well, come in.

Come in!

Your things are all

waiting for you upstairs.

Oh, yeah... Good example.

Mm-hm.

Post-gothic ersatz, isn't it?

- Queen Anne, actually.

- Mr. Quish.

Mr. Wilson.

He owns this house.

- And he's staying here with us.

- Really?

How uncommon.

So nice of you to join us.

And how was your ride?

- My ride?

- Mm-hm.

Oh, yes.

Thank you. Fine.

My ride here

was no trouble whatsoever.

Uh, come up, Mr. Quish.

Come along. I'm sure that you'll

want to bathe and change,

And I know that Mr. Wilson

would like to retire.

Come on.

Ash?

Mrs. Beecher.

I know... I know you didn't

expect to work till june, but...

Oh, no bother at all.

Morning.

Mornin'.

- How'd you sleep?

- You kiddin'?

- That's the rolls-royce

of motor coaches.

- Good. Great.

- How do you take your coffee?

- Black and sassy.

- Tourists up?

- Yeah, I heard stirrin's up there.

- Supposed to do

some sightseein' today.

- Yeah?

- Where they headed?

- Well, here as far as I know.

- Green Glen?

- Yeah.

Dandy little town.

- Must be nice

if you're city types.

- Mm.

- What city they from?

- I don't believe they mentioned it.

- Where'd you hook up with 'em?

- Oh, about ten miles

this side of Middleton.

Ah.

There isn't anything ten miles

this side of Middleton.

Which is where I found 'em.

Just standin' dead center to nowhere

and bags piled upside the road.

Huh.

That's a little odd.

- What a beautiful day.

- Hello.

- Very bright, isn't it?

- Here we are.

- I believe it's oak.

- Humpft.

I heard one of them say

somethin' about "the spectacle"?

What's that?

- "Spectacle"?

- Yeah.

Sure it wasn't "festival"?

'Cause there's that River Days Festival

over there in Galley county.

No, I don't think so.

No.

Rutabaga festival

over in Cloverdale.

No. This was

"the spectacle".

Well, I tell ya what I did find

just a taste odd.

- I mean, they're supposed

to be tourists, right?

- Yeah?

I haven't seen one of 'em

with a camera.

Not a one.

Oh, grand morning, isn't it?

Shaping up

pretty interesting.

Never seen so many thin people

in one room before.

- Treaty of Versailles?

- 1919.

- Tennessee valley authority?

- 1933.

- My birthday?

- 1954.

Don't you forget it!

- It's the wrong day!

- What?

It's not Sadie Hawkins Day!

Oh, my kid the genius.

- Okay. Good luck!

- Dad, come back. I got to change!

On this side.

All right.

- Bye!

- Yoo-hoo!

Well, I don't see the logic

in replacing these bells.

And they're solid bronze.

They're gonna outlive

you and me both.

The rest

of this stuff though...

- It's pretty bad, you know?

- Yeah. Yeah, see?

Rusted clear through.

It's got to be rebuilt, all of it.

Is it somethin' you could do?

Uh, I don't know.

It's a pretty big job.

Maybe you should talk to

somebody who specializes

in this kind of thing.

There's one company

up in Columbus.

I don't even want to tell ya

what they'd charge us.

- Uh-huh.

- Maybe you could...

Get started once

the inn is up and running?

Well, it could be summer,

late summer.

Bells haven't rung in 18 years.

What's a few more months?

Uh-huh.

I take this job, I don't have

to fix this thing too, do I?

This is miracle.

It still works.

It's a little fast,

but it works.

Oh, boy. This is

a piece of engineering,

this is. Whoo!

Whew!

I found some old, uh,

newspapers up here.

And there was a story

about the, uh...

The sleigh and the, uh,

the horse.

It's terrible how it happened.

and I didn't know Carolyn,

of course, but, uh,

I couldn't help

but feel for her.

- For you both.

- It's done with, reverend, okay?

Didn't seem like

the judge thought so,

Not the other night

at the reception, huh?

Then why don't you just

take it up with him?

'Cause, trust me,

he's the only one that wants

to talk about it anymore.

Howdy.

Barry, why don't you

turn the car around?

Hey! Are you all right?

What happened?

- Is he all right?

- Did he cut his head?

No, I'm fine, really.

- You want me to call somebody?

- I got him.

Okay.

Whoa!

Here, just put him

in the truck. Right in there.

Friend of yours, Ben?

Well... n-no, no.

He's just staying with us

up at the inn.

That's a lateral view, Ben.

No fractures.

Nothing unusual.

Frontal view.

- See it?

- Uh-uh.

It doesn't show up

in the lateral photo.

It's that thin.

And it's perfectly centered

behind the optic nerves.

- What is it?

- That's what I asked him.

- And?

- He wouldn't say.

Wouldn't say a thing.

- Truck's over there.

- I'll walk. Thank you.

Dangerous habit

you have, walkin'.

Besides, we still have to

talk about the x ray.

An abnormality

of the photographic process,

that's all it was.

We needn't attach

any significance to it.

None whatsoever.

San Mateo county,

California, 1906.

Lakehurst,

New Jersey, 1937.

- Spirit Lake, Washington, 1980.

- How did you...

Funny. You know... It looks like

a regular passport on the outside.

- But on the inside...

- I'd like that back, please.

And on the inside it's got

all these weird stamps.

Now at first

I wasted a lot of time

trying to figure out,

"Why would someone

need a passport to travel around

inside the country?"

Please, we're supposed to

keep those with us all the time.

And then, I got started

on the dates.

Now, how could anybody

have been to all those places,

all those years...

Give it back!

Tell me somethin', Mr. Quish.

What year are you from?

Okay.

All right.

Tell me this.

Why the inn?

Why my place?

Hey! You want it back

or not? Talk to me!

I'll say one thing,

Mr. Wilson,

And believe me when I tell you

it is more than I should say.

Leave. Today.

Take your family and do not

come back until you're absolutely

certain it is safe for you to do so.

All right. Single file.

- Oh, Sue. Hi.

- Oh, hi, Ben. How did it

work out with those tourists?

Fine.

Have you seen Hillary?

She usually waits for me over

by the bike rack when I'm late.

- No, I haven't. Sorry.

- She left.

She le... you saw her?

She wasn't walkin' home, was she?

- She left with some man.

- Man?

Some ma... what man?

Mr. Talbert. Excuse me.

Uh, Ben Wilson.

Somebody just said that

my daughter left with some man.

- Hillary?

- Yeah.

- I thought you knew.

- Knew what?

- He told me it was all arranged.

- Who did?

- Her Grandfather, the judge.

- Her...

They aren't here, Ben.

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