Fertile Ground

Nate?

Nate?

Emilia.

Nate, they'll be here any minute. Come on.

-I like.

-It's not done yet.

It's not done. It's not done.

Well, neither is the salad

and that's your department.

-Yeah, you said.

-No.

-You did. Yes, you did.

-God! You look good.

Really?

Hey, wait.

Now, you know what the doctor said.

-I do?

-Yes.

No fooling around when it's high risk.

We have to keep everything very still. Yes.

So, it's only a problem if you come. Right?

Doctor's orders. Nate, the salad, please.

I beg.

-Hey!

-What?

Pushing that pouch out.

Am not.

Are too.

Salad?

Look at you! You're barely showing,

but you got the glow!

-You think?

-Absolutely. You are just radiating "mom."

Emily?

-Hi, Risa.

-Hello.

Hi. This is Brittany, my best friend.

Risa's Nate's new art dealer.

Pleased to meet you.

Maybe I should put some shoes on.

Not on my account, honey.

These potatoes are f***ing awesome.

Yeah, they're f***ing awesome.

Nate did those.

I said they'd be better with bacon,

but he's one of them vegetarians.

-That's right.

-Bacon. I wish you'd lay off that bacon, girl.

Everything's better with bacon.

It's God's gift to mankind.

-You gotta love the pig.

-Hurl.

What about the baby?

You're gonna raise it vegetarian or not?

I think what you mean is,

"Whose side is she gonna be on?"

It's a little girl!

We just found out.

I'm gonna start

buying pink things, immediately.

-I'm not gonna be able to help myself.

-No pink. We have a rule.

-But to answer your question.

-Yeah?

She's gonna be raised as an omnivore.

-Right.

-Like her mother.

Until she turns 16,

rebels against her mother,

and starts running around the house with

her pants off screaming, "Meat is murder!"

He's already turning you against me.

All right. A little toast.

To baby girls and bacon.

-I had to add that.

-Look me in my eye...

I don't feel very good.

So, Emily,

tell me about your clothing designs.

Where would I have seen them?

Well, with the baby,

things have been busy so,

I've stopped for now.

-She does beautiful work.

-Yes, she does.

I own, like, five of her dresses.

-Yes.

-I'm wearing one tonight.

Excuse me, I have to go throw up.

Morning sickness.

Comes noon and night, too.

That's another reason not to get pregnant.

I don't think you're going to get pregnant

any time soon.

What was that?

Emily?

Nate! Nate! Nate!

There's scarring.

I'll never be able to...

Mrs. Weaver, so glad you decided

to come take a look.

Call me Emily.

Well,

the Weavers built this house in 1813.

Although, over the years,

improvements have been made,

the original foundation is still here.

Stayed in your family, the Weavers,

until 1910.

Well...

I'm gonna wait out here, if you don't mind.

It's a little motel-esque,

but it's not bad.

Well...

So, what do you think?

It's pretty. It's very green.

It's really isolated. We could get lonely.

No, we could have people out here.

Impress them with our homemade jams.

That's the spirit.

I saw a building out there.

I can use it for my studio.

I think I could be happy here.

Where do you want the table?

By this wall. You know what, I'm sorry,

maybe over there.

Perfect. Thank you.

-I'll take care of that.

-Okay.

There's a few more like this in the van.

-All right.

-Thanks.

Mic check. Mic check.

Microphone check. One, two. One, two.

Mission, this is ground control.

We got an APB for Emily Weaver.

Come back.

You're such a dork.

It works. That's amazing. Where are you?

Bedroom.

Well, my studio is perfect.

Get out here.

Ten-four, good buddy. I'll be right down.

Hey, how's it looking?

Great! But it's upside down.

It is perfect, isn't it?

It's great. It's really great.

We have to keep an eye on those guys.

They're hanging your paintings

upside down.

Well, we'll hang 'em right side up.

Do you know where the black one is?

No. Look at this.

Look at all this. Look at those fields.

Look at that house.

That house is ours.

I'm ready for a country life.

Really?

Are you?

-Hey.

-Hey.

What...

Are you...

I thought I might start back up again

and just see how it goes.

Unless you wanted to use the room

for something else.

No. Are you kidding me? I think it's great.

It's wonderful.

The glass is loose.

Okay. We'll put it on the list.

Where does this go?

We haven't looked at that

since our last move.

-Basement time.

-No. I'll go through it.

To the basement.

Nate! Don't do that.

Sorry.

-You okay?

-I'm fine.

-You sure? You don't look okay.

-I'm fine!

It's their wedding announcement.

"William Nathaniel Weaver

and Mary Elizabeth Perkins-Weaver.

"February 2, 1846."

They have the same anniversary we do.

Hey, this thing has a false bottom.

Give me a hand. Maybe we can get it out.

My inheritance might be in here.

What is it?

I think they're daguerreotypes.

It's like this has gotta be them,

don't you think?

-William and Mary Weaver.

-Yeah.

I think he was my great, great, great, great...

He was born a long time ago

but he was my uncle.

He kind of looks like you.

Come on.

Guy looks like

he's got a stick all the way up his ass.

No, l... Well, he looks like you

with a stick up your ass.

You are so sweet to me.

Look at that.

Didn't these pictures take forever?

She was probably standing there

for about five minutes.

I think she was cold.

You look good in there.

You bought a tree.

Wanted to bring some new life here.

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