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Don't go James, my father
will change his mind.

Wilma, your father is a Marquis.

He will never permit you
to marry carpenter.

I need to make my fortune,

and you know I must leave
Sussex to do so.

Take this.

It was a gift to Queen Elizabeth
from her one true love,

Sir Robert Dudley.

She never took it off.
Not until the day she died.

Wilma, I couldn't.

I have nothing to give you
in return.

And considered this locket
a symbol of our love,

torn apart for one day
to be made whole again.

I will prove myself worthy
of you.

I swear it.

[romantic music]

I've been looking at ways
to expand the business,

and I'm afraid we're years away.
We just don't have the money.

Think I found a solution
to that problem.

Liverpool to Boston, May 1822.

Passenger Jacob Jameson.
Occupation, carpenter.

Now look at this.

Jacob Jameson became
well-known in Boston

for his high quality
handmade furniture.

Oh, I've never heard of him.
Are his pieces valuable?

Not particularly.
Keep reading.

You know, you could
just tell me.

Where's the fun in that?

[chuckles]

He then bought a parcel
of land in Massachusetts

and founded the town
of Wilmaton,

where he married
and lived out his days.

Oh, you're not saying

Jacob Jameson
is James Jacobs.

It all fits.

Jacob Jameson, a carpenter,
left England in 1822

and founded a town
called Wilmaton.

One is a coincidence,
but altogether--

That's a decent theory.

Do you think the missing
half of the true love locket

is in Wilmaton, Massachusetts?

Maybe, but their records
aren't digitized,

and no one's answering
my calls.

I wish your mother
were here right now.

I know.

Reuniting the true love locket
was all she ever talked about.

She carried this everywhere.
Years of research.

I wish I could tell her
what I found.

You know, if she was here,
she'd be halfway to the airport.

Without letting you finish
your sentence.

You already booked your flight.

Okay, yes, but don't tell anyone
where I've gone.

You know what will happen
if word gets out.

Cute little Wilmaton will be
overrun by treasure hunters.

Mum's the word, literally.

[laughing]

And think about whether
we should expand

to Paris or Amsterdam.

Amelia, if you find the missing
half of Queen Elizabeth I's

true love locket, you won't
have to choose.

All your dreams will come true.

[laughs]

[adventurous music]

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[engine rumbles]

Hi.

It looked like you can use
a hand.

No, thank you.

Roadside assistance
is on the way.

Oh. You're sure I can't help?

- No, really, I'll wait.
- Okay.

Jack.
Your roadside assistance today?

That I am.

And you must be Amelia.

Yes.

There was a funny sound coming
from underneath the car.

Let's have a look see.

Yeah, yeah.

I think the axle's broken.

I'll have to tow the car
into town.

It'll take a while to get it
hitched up.

Well, I can give the lady
a ride in the town.

I don't get into cars
with strangers.

Well, I'm Marcus,
you're Amelia.

Now we aren't strangers.

Is that how it works in
small American towns

or just in horror movies?

You're right with this one.

He's well-known around
these parts.

It isn't that far
to River house B&B.

How did you know
that's where I'm going?

Well, I knew a guest from
England was arriving today,

and I don't need to be Sherlock
Holmes to deduce that's you.

Just how small is this town?

Very.

Thanks for the lift, but I think
I could have walked.

That would have been
very unneighborly of me.

Can I at least give you
some money for petrol?

Absolutely not.

And we call it gas around here.

Thanks, that's very kind of you.

No one in London would look out
for a stranger.

I thought we stopped being
strangers about a half hour ago.

I suppose we did.

My first acquaintance
in Wilmaton.

Acquaintance? Ouch.

We can hardly be friends.
Surnames are required for that.

Is that how y'all play it across
the pond?

As I'll have you know,

sharing last names is a big
step around here.

[notification alert]

Excuse me.
That's work.

You know what?
Head on in.

Francine's expecting you.

And uh... welcome to Wilmaton,
Miss Scott.

Thank you.

Hello, I'm Francine.

Hi Amelia.
Lovely to meet you.

Amelia. Come on in.

Thank you.

You're the only guest right now.

Most people prefer
the new chain hotel.

Ten minutes up the freeway.

This place is so beautiful.

Thank you.

Look at those hand-carved
flowers on the stairwell.

A bit crooked,
but I love them, too.

How old is the house?

Hannah?
How old is the house?

It was built in 1824 by our
town founder, Jacob Jameson.

He also built
the Founders' House,

where The Mayor lives
and the Town Hall.

You are going to ace
that quiz tomorrow.

Amelia, this is Hannah,
my daughter.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Are you a budding historian?

Well, I want to be an officer
of the law when I grow up.

Right.

Well, I'll make sure to mind
my P's and Q's around you.

What are P's and Q's?

I have absolutely no idea.

[both laugh]

Why did Jacob Jameson name
the town Wilmaton

after his true love?

His wife's name was Jane,
so I sure hope not.

Let me show you to your room.

Right. Thank you.

I hope this is all right.

It's lovely.

You're welcome to join us.
For dinner?

Oh, thanks, but
I'm a bit jet-lagged.

I think I'll settle in
for the night.

I'll leave a sandwich outside
the door in case you get hungry.

And breakfast will be
complimentary at the diner

down the street.

And there's a map
of the town here.

Sounds perfect.
Thank you.

Of course.

Good morning,
friend from England.

Morning. You work here, too?

I like to bake.
Fresh Danish?

Oh, yes, please.

Thank you.

Your car won't be fixed
for a few days.

Still waiting on parts.

I spoke with the rental company
this morning.

At least I'll be getting
a full refund.

Good.

And don't fret.

You can walk the length
of town in 20 minutes,

and I got a taxi service
in a pinch.

Mechanic, baker, taxi driver.
Anything else?

Amelia, come meet the Wilmaton
Tourism Board.

Also the Historical Society,
bowling team, yoga club,

depending on the day.

This is Kim, this is Julie.

This is Nancy, and Claudia
here is the librarian.

Hi. Lovely to meet you.

I'll be visiting the library
later today.

Oh, the library is only open
on Saturdays.

Funding cuts.

Oh, that's a shame.

I was hoping to research
the town's history.

No one cares about our town.

Why would you come here
instead of anywhere else?

Well, I'm an antique stealer,

here to verify the provenance
of an item,

and my search brought
me here.

And what's the item?

I can't say, I'm afraid.
Confidentiality.

That sounds exciting.

No one's interested
in our old junk.

You'll be surprised what
old junk can be worth.

This, for example.

It's a crystal sugar sifter
with a silver lid. One moment.

It's hallmarked 1832.
Sheffield.

English silver.
Quite valuable.

I'm surprised to find it here,

especially being
used so casually.

There's things like this
all over town.

Well, if you have things
like this,

you should get them appraised.

I have an old jewelry from
my grandmother I never wear.

Jewelry is my speciality.

I could meet you here
tomorrow morning.

Can I bring something, too?

Absolutely.

If you can point me in the
direction of the town archives.

Sure.

Great.

Hey, everybody.

Good morning, Amelia.

Good morning, Marcus.

Oh, nice duds.

Thanks, Jack.

So, off to court just got to
stop by the office real quick.

Oh, then you can show Amelia
to the archives.

It's on your way, right?

Mmhmm.

[pleasant music]

It's straight out of a film.

Maybe a few more
empty storefronts,

but still a picturesque
American town.

It's changed a lot.

When I was a kid, every weekend
was some kind of event,

and the streets were full of
day trippers from Boston.

What happened?

People just forgot
about this place.

Jobs dried up.
Usual story, I guess.

Francine and I are working

to bring this place
back to life somehow.

You and Francine?

Mm. I co-own the B&B.

She's my youngest sister.
Hannah's my niece.

Oh, how nice.

What about your boyfriend?

He's all right with you jetting
off solo to America?

He would be, or he wouldn't be
my boyfriend.

My only partner is
my business partner.

Oh. What's this?

An antique shop?

Yeah, it's been closed
for years.

Oh, that's a shame.

It's a perfect spot
for an antique shop.

I've already seen a few pieces
I could sell in a heartbeat.

Are you an antiques dealer?

Yes.
I own my own shop in London.

Are you here on
official business?

So uh, this is the main square.

Yep. Yep. That's the Town Hall
right there.

It's home to The Mayor's office
and the library.

And the Sheriff's office
is right over there.

Sheriff. Like the wild west.

Will I be meeting John Wayne?

Is that your type?
The all American cowboy?

Wrong part of the country
for that.

What part of the country
is this?

It's more the rabble-rousing,
revolutionary type.

And that's you.

I suppose I should hide
my tea then.

Well, wasn't it here your
countrymen threw all the tea

in the sea?

Boston? Yeah, yeah.
Kicked off the whole revolution.

Hm. Such a waste.

No wonder the English
were so upset.

The archives are just in there.
Just ask at The Mayor's office.

- Thank you.
- Mhmm.

What are you hoping to find?

I'm trying to prove
the provenance of an item,

and my search led me here.

Hmm. Must be something special.

Nothing worth starting
a revolution for.

Maybe I'll see you around.

It'll be impossible not to.

Hello?

[gasps]

You scared me half to death.

Sorry about that.

I'd like to access your
town archives, please.

Bob, you have a visitor.

[Bob] I'm just on the phone.

Have a seat.
He'll be a minute.

Thank you.

Have you worked
for the Mayor long?

I don't work here.

I'm just helping Bob plan
the town's birthday party.

Mayor Truman.
I'm his girlfriend.

And no, I run my own
business online.

I sell second-hand goods.

Antiques. Are you a dealer?

Oh, no. I uh...maybe.

I sell old things.
So, I suppose.

If you need someone
to have a look at your stock.

Oh, you own your own shop?
Impressive.

Mayor's special order.
Sorry it took so long.

Hi, Jack.

He's always grumpy
on an empty stomach.

Can you please put
the food over there?

Jack does not count
as a visitor, Poppy.

Hi. That would be me.

Hello. Mayor Bob Truman.
How can I help you?

I am Amelia Scott, an antique
dealer based in London,

and I've come all this way
to see your archives.

Oh, I'm sorry.
The archives are closed.

There's no one to take care of
them. Budget cuts.

Bye Bob.

Yeah, later, Jack.

That explains why your
collection isn't digitized.

It is on the list.

But you can imagine how long
that list is these days.

Perhaps I can help.
I am trained in conservation.

I'd be happy to organize and
preserve the more fragile pieces

in exchange for access.

Poppy, look at this.

Yes, what is it?

The calligrapher has spelled
Wilmaton with two l's

in every invitation.

Oh, no. This is a disaster.

So, the archives.

Yeah, maybe next week.
I'm sorry.

We are just so busy

with the town's 200th
anniversary Founders' Ball.

You should come.

Everyone will be dressed
in period costumes.

It's this Friday and we have
plenty of tickets left.

Yes, too many.

Don't start.

You're the one
who's supposed to have

all the friends in high places.

Who you were supposed to call.

I called them.

Oh, really?
When did you call them?

Last week.

And I told you, they need
a month head start.

How am I supposed to know that?

These people need a lot of time.

I didn't have the list.
You never gave it to me.

I gave it to you, like,
a month ago.

Oh, dear.

Well, that's not the face of
a successful treasure hunter.

You're right.
Maybe this was a mistake.

Well, you can't be saying
that already.

I need to get
into those archives,

or this is all for nothing.

I just wish mum was here.
She'd know exactly what to do.

True.

Not sure I'd recommend it,
though.

[mysterious music]

[alarm beeping]

Amelia?!!

Hello.

Don't I get a phone call?

I thought you were a barrister.

A solicitor?

A lawyer?

I know what a barrister
and a solicitor are.

I just don't know why
you thought I was either.

You were off to court
when I saw you last.

Yes, but as the investigating
officer giving testimony

on a robbery case.

So you're a Detective

I'm the Sheriff.

You don't even have
a cowboy hat.

I don't ride a horse either.

I only have one deputy.
So we both do everything.

Like throwing innocent
tourists into your jail?

I caught you breaking
and entering.

I had to leave you somewhere
while I dealt with

the alarm company.

Great. Well, I thank you
for your hospitality,

but I'd much prefer sleeping
without bars.

So if you don't mind,
I'm just going to be.

Nice try.
Have a seat.

You still owe me an explanation.

Why were you breaking
into the Town Hall?

It's silly, really.

I just wanted a quick peek
at the archives.

The mayor refused
and I was curious why.

So you decided to break
the law in a foreign country.

Try again.

I'm trying to prove
the provenance of an item,

and I expect the answer
to be in the town archives.

What's the item again?
I don't think you told me.

I can't. Client confidentiality,
you understand.

I can't force you
to tell me the truth,

but I can write you a ticket for
trespassing on city property,

payable within 14 days.

And, Miss Scott?

Yes?

I know you'll be watching me.

It's a small town.
Everybody's watching you.

[sighs]

Everything all right?
You seem upset.

I just did something dumb,
and I was--

Well, it doesn't matter.

I found out your brother
is the town Sheriff.

Ooh. He takes that seriously,
too.

He was a detective in Boston,
you know.

I assumed you both grew up here.

Yeah, we did.

I stayed. Marcus didn't.

He left for college and fell
in love with the big city.

Why did he come back?

For me. My husband passed away.
Cancer.

I'm so sorry.

It was a few years ago,
but thank you.

Hannah was only a little girl,
and her parents are in Florida.

So Marcus took a leave
from Boston PD

and came back to help me--
help us through the worst of it.

So when the Sheriff position
came up,

he said it only made sense.

What a great brother.

Yeah.

Sometimes I wonder if he regrets

giving up so much for us,
you know.

But I'm so grateful he's here.

I'm sorry to rattle on.
You look beat.

Oh, no, you weren't.
It's just jet-lag.

I should get some sleep.

The map's missing.

Oh, the map of Wilmaton.
I can just print you another.

No, this one had my notes on it.

All right, you're looking
for that provenance.

I hope someone didn't take it.

Or maybe fell out of your bag.
Where have you been?

The diner, The Mayor's office,
the Sheriff.

Here it is.
It's at the bottom of my bag.

That's a relief.

Odd.

It was inside my journal,
and I clasped it shut.

How did it fall out?

You found it.
No harm done.

[indistinct conversations]

Amelia. Good morning.

Where would you like to start?

Start?

Appraising the antiques...
you offered.

That's right.
Yes, I did.

To the four people
that were here.

Oh, I guess word got out.

Jack O'Shea.

Wait. Not the same Jack
who does--?

All at your service.

So, who's got the most
valuable stuff?

And can I get a direct quote
for next week's edition?

Well--

Never mind him.

It's a big deal to have anyone
from outside take an interest

in our little town, but this
is a bit much, isn't it?

Uh, not at all.

I think that's a real
J and G Meakin.

This is a beautiful example
of black forest carvings

from Germany.

Is that a genuine revolutionary
uniform?

You tell me.

Hi.

Amelia. My grandmother's
jewelry, as promised.

Wonderful.

Did this chain once have
a locket with it?

Not in my lifetime.

If you insist on packing
this away,

which I think would be a real
shame, use acid free paper,

no plastic.

All right.

Thank you.

It's been ages since
I've appraised like that.

Isn't that what dealers do?

Yes, but my partner handles
most of the appraisals.

I'm more in the acquisition
side of things.

Mm.

Thank you.

So, you shop for a living?
That sounds like fun.

Can be.

Lots of sales are done
online now,

but collectors do still like
to see a thing in person.

Come to think of it, if your
tourism board is looking

for a way to bring people here,
that could be it.

I am listening.

You could easily turn this town
into an antique lover's dream.

You could host a fair to start.

Too bad the 200th anniversary
is so soon.

That would be the perfect time.

Especially with the Founders
Ball coming up.

Hm?

We can hold it the day after,
keep people in town.

Right.

The mayor did say they were
having trouble selling tickets,

and something like
this could help.

You know what, Francine?
This might be a great idea.

How good are you at organizing?

I'm a mom. It's all I do.

Then we need vendors.

The locals will do our loop
in Boston's antique scene

and advertising everywhere.

On it. This is so exciting.

We'll hold it in
the community hall.

Oh, but we'll need a permit
from The Mayor's office.

Let me handle that.

Woah! Woah!
Where's the fire?

Oh, I was actually hoping
to catch The Mayor.

Well.

Oh, Mayor Truman.

Ah, Miss Scott.
I am on my way out for the day.

Come back tomorrow.

Right. Um, well, I thought you
would want to know right away.

I've contacted several
of my colleagues

in the antiques field in Boston,
all of whom are thrilled to hear

about Wilmaton's 200th
anniversary Founders' Ball.

Really? And they didn't
know already?

You're supposed to be inviting
all the Boston bigwigs.

I did. They didn't RSVP.

I may not get you
the politicians,

but one word from me
and all your unsold tickets

will be snapped up
by the antiques elite.

What's the catch?

Two things.

Firstly, Francine will be
organizing an antiques fair

this Saturday.
She'll need permits.

Done.

And the second thing?

I'd like to see your archives,
please.

And now would be wonderful.

Mr. Mayor, I must interject
Miss Scott attempted

to gain entry into the archives
last night.

[chuckles] I admire
your tenacity, Ms. Scott.

We can give you a few minutes.

But, Bob, we have reservations.

We do?

Well, how about tomorrow?

Tomorrow?

Great. Well done.

Right. Yes.

How's 09:00AM sound?

What business is it of yours?

I'll be accompanying you.

Great. So, 9:00AM all settled.

Wonderful.

Thank you.

I hardly need a lawman
babysitter.

I'm a professional.

That's as yet to be determined.

Shall we?

So how long is this going
to take?

Not long, I hope.

Apparently, I already know
where to look.

What are you looking for?

The earliest documents
from the town's founding.

Ideally a census,
any land holdings.

Anything related to
the founding family.

All right, so you're looking
for a box from the 1820s.

It should be somewhere here.

How did this happen?
Where are the documents?

I'd love to know that.

When was the last time
anyone was in here?

Oh, Marcus, I have no idea.

My assistant retired,

and there's been no money
to replace her.

Well, there's no signs
of forced entry.

Nothing else seems
to be missing,

so that just leaves us
with one big coincidence.

Well, seems like
you have a theory.

I will leave this investigation
in your capable hands.

Let's take this one more time.

Let's not.

Not only have I told you
everything that happened

this morning, but you were
there to witness it.

Had I said anything untrue,
you would know.

I'm leaving.

You'll leave when I say
you can leave.

When did I become a suspect?
You were with me the whole time.

I have no idea how long you were
in there the first time.

Now, from the beginning, please.

No, I had no idea the documents
would be missing.

And no, I didn't set up anyone
else in town

to steal them for me.

But, yes, I would like to know
where they are,

as much as you would.

Okay. If you're as innocent
as you claim,

you'll have no objection
to me searching your room

at Francine's.

You can't be serious.

Do you have anything to hide?

Absolutely nothing at all.

Hm.

Why is Uncle Marcus
in your room?

An excellent question, Hannah.
Feel free to ask him.

Your uncle is a very
thorough man.

He's just doing his job

with a little more gusto
than necessary.

What's gusto?

Enthusiasm.

I'd choose a less polite synonym
if it weren't for the company.

Is your search going that badly?

Without the archives, I don't
know where to look next.

You know, if there's anyone
who knows this town's history.

It's Enid.

She is the last descendant of
the town's founder, after all.

Jacob Jameson.

Yep. In fact, this was
her childhood home.

We bought it when she moved
to the retirement community

just outside of town.

I didn't find anything.

Lucky for you.

It's not luck.
It's innocence.

In fact, I might go
and fetch a jumper.

Unsupervised, ideally.

Hm.

What's a jumper?
Like a frog?

No, I think you'd call it
a sweater.

I don't know where jumper
came from.

Well, maybe you jump into it.

That sounds fun.

Do you want to help me choose
which one to jump into?

Come on.

What is going on with you?

I caught your guest breaking
into the town archives,

and now the archives
are missing.

Okay. That's bad.

But she didn't take them.
That's obvious.

She's way too stressed out
about it.

Stress is a classic symptom
of guilt, Francine,

she's not telling us the truth
about why she's really here.

Marcus, that's none
of our business.

See, that's where you and I
disagree, okay?

She's hiding something, and
I'm going to find out what.

All right, since
you're so determined

she wants to see Enid, why don't
you offer to take her... nicely?

She can use a friend I think.

It's not a terrible idea.

At least you didn't make
a mess.

I suppose I can thank you
for that.

I heard you'd like to go
see Enid.

I haven't seen her for a while.
Why don't I drive you out there?

Thank you, but no.

Consider this my apology
for searching your room.

Does that mean I'm no longer a
suspect in the missing archives?

For the moment.

It is a really long walk.

Thanks for the lift, Sheriff.

My name is still Marcus.

Isn't that what people call you?
Like doctor?

And here I thought
we were friends.

Friends don't search
friends' rooms.

But Sheriffs do.

My point exactly.

Interesting logic.
Is that just an english thing?

More like my way of saying,

I understand you were
just doing your job.

Thank you.

[whispers] Enid.

Enid.

Marcus.

You must need me on
official Sheriff's business.

Yes, very official.

Oh, drat.

How I hate to miss
meditation class,

but seems I don't have
a choice, sorry.

As you were.

Archives missing?
Well, that's a shame.

Could the previous mayor's
assistant have taken them?

Maribel retired a few
years ago now.

After 50 years of service
to six mayors.

She moved to Florida the next
day, so I doubt it.

My mother started
the town archives.

All our family papers
were put there for safekeeping

and to preserve
the historical record.

Can you recall if there was
maybe a will

or possibly any insurance
paperwork?

Anything Jacob Jameson
left for his descendants?

I honestly don't know.

My mother was the real
history buff.

I don't suppose you kept
anything yourself?

No papers.
Oh, there is something.

This was embroidered by my
ancestor, Jacob's wife, Jane,

and it's handed down
through the generations.

What is it?

It's the sewing sampler.

Young ladies used to practice
their embroidery skills

on disposable bits of fabric.

But this is unusual
for several reasons.

Which are?

A married woman would have
already known how to sew,

which you can clearly see
in the workmanship.

And it's a poem rather than the
usual Alphabet or Bible verse.

Do you know anything else
about it?

No. And nothing
about Jane, either.

I tried to do one of those
online ancestry searches

for her, but Jane Shaw was
a common name at the time,

so I gave up pretty quick.

Well, you've kept it
in remarkable condition.

It's been in a drawer for years.

My mother always said it was
our family legacy,

and she made me promise
to keep it safe.

Like her mother made
her promise.

What makes it so special?

Well, maybe because

it's the only thing of Jane's
that survived.

No other heirlooms?

No jewelry, for example,
of Jacob's, maybe?

No. At least not that
was passed down to me.

[knocking]

Come in.

Hello, Poppy.

Hello.

Do you know Amelia?
She's visiting us from England.

Yes, we've met.

Hello.

- Hi, Sheriff.
- Hello.

How are the preparations going?
Any more mishaps?

No, thank goodness.

I spent all day yesterday
at the printers.

They spelled Wilmaton
with two l's.

That's why the invitations
are a bit late.

Thanks, Poppy.

Very nice.

I'll see you Friday.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

Oh, you know, Jacob made
all his own furniture.

And there's a whole lot of it
at the river house.

Maybe there's something
in an old drawer

or something somewhere.

I'm um... I'm sorry I've been
giving you such a hard time.

You take your job seriously.
I admire that.

You're just doing yours
at any cost.

I admire that, too.

What are you doing?

Sometimes old furniture like
this has hidden compartments.

People always needed places
to hide their secrets.

Oh, like secret jewelry?

You went through my bag.

You read my mother's journal.

I didn't do either
of those things.

Then why do you think
I'm looking for jewelry?

Because you asked Enid if
she'd ever inherited any.

Right? Yes.

Sorry. I shouldn't have
accused you.

Yeah.

I'm a bit under pressure.

Right.

To prove the provenance of
whatever it is for your client.

Except you aren't looking
for provenance,

you're looking for
the item itself. Right?

Why are you so interested?

Just trying to keep you
from getting in trouble again.

How altruistic of you.

Oh, no, it's completely selfish.

I just don't want to do
the paperwork.

A solid argument.

And I wish I could, but--

I know you don't trust me yet.

Oh, wait. No, it's not that.
I just--

Client confidentiality.
I get it.

What's this painting?

Oh, this is smoke damage.

Oh, yeah, that was
in the nursery.

There was a fire there,
like a hundred years ago.

Frame would place it
earlier than that.

I'd like to have
this painting restored.

I'll pay for it.

Well, if it's urgent.
I know a guy in Boston.

He owes me a favor.

You know a guy?

Mm.

Well, um... no offense, but this
is an antique work of art.

It needs an expert.

Well, he's definitely an expert.

I'll take this to Boston
first thing in the morning.

Great. I'll come with you.

You think I can't manage
an old painting by myself?

No. But maybe I'd just like to
meet the kind of person

who owes you favors.
And I've never been to Boston.

Well, if you insist.

I do. It's a date.

But why aren't you taking
the motorway?

Oh, yeah, this is a shortcut.

Of course. You used to live
in Boston?

Wait. How did you--

Francine?

Boston was great.
But also lonely.

When I got back to Wilmaton,
I realized how much I missed it.

Still, I'm sure there are things
about Boston that you miss.

Oh, for sure.
The cannoli for one.

So, you uh, you grew up
in London?

No, Sussex. My father died
when I was young

and Mum wanted a fresh start,
so we moved to London.

She opened her shop.

I've lived there ever since.

How'd you like working
with family?

It was great, actually.

I don't know that I
appreciated it fully.

But I do miss her.

I'm so sorry.
I didn't realize that.

No, it's okay.

I'm just grateful that I had
the time to say goodbye.

And even more grateful that
I can finish what she started.

Finish? Are you closing
your shop?

Oh, no, certainly not.
It's just a turn of phrase.

[pleasant music]

You okay.

I just keep having this feeling
that someone's watching me.

Keep? As in not the first time.

All right, I'll check it out.

Oh, no. No, I'm sure
it's nothing. Let's go.

That works....

Here we are.

Luis Alvarez.

- He's the guy, you know.
- Mmhmm.

He's a legend.

Maybe you can trust me now.

Detective Forrest.
Long time.

I'm a Sheriff these days.

Oh, right.
Wilmaton, isn't it?

Mmhmm.

I heard something

about a Founder's Ball
there this Friday.

That's suddenly
the hottest ticket.

They say Wilmaton used to be
quite the antique scene.

But that was before my time.

Mine too.

- And who is this?
- Oh, this is--

I'm Amelia Scott.
Scott Antiquities.

It's such a pleasure
to meet you.

Likewise.

Are you Margaret's daughter?

You knew my mother?

We never met in person, but
we corresponded frequently.

Usually about a certain
very special item.

And am I right in assuming

that's why the two
of you are here?

Actually, we came to have
this painting restored.

Oh okay.

[whistles] That is some
serious smoke damage.

Ah.

I can still make out
a signature.

I think this might be by
a local portrait artist

who was active in
the early 1800's.

That's what I'd hoped you'd say.
Can you clean it?

It'll take a few days,
but yes.

Do you think you could do
a quick job

of just this area today?

I could.

It won't be fully clean,

but enough to give you
a clearer image.

That's all I'm asking.

Okay. Give me two hours.

Okay.

Maybe the Sheriff here
can introduce you

to Boston's world
famous cannoli.

Is that all anyone talks about?

I'll show you why.

Thank you.

World famous Boston cannoli.

- Mm.
- Mmmm...

I wouldn't talk about anything
else either if I lived here.

We haven't even started
on hot dogs.

Next time, I'm going to take
you to Fenway Park.

Next time?

Yeah, next time you find
a valuable antique

in my basement
that needs expert care.

I still can't believe Luis
Alvarez owes you a favor.

You have to tell me that story.

It's not very exciting.

It's back when I was a detective
here in Boston.

A fraud case.

The same painting kept showing
up in different sales.

Only the original was safe
with its owner.

Illegal prints.

Full on forgeries.

Managed to trace the canvases
back to Luis' studio.

Luis was forging paintings?

That's what my captain thought.

But my gut was telling me
something different.

So, on my free time,
I staked out his studio.

A few days later, I busted one
of his employees

trying to make a sale.
Caught him red-handed.

Wow. So, you single-handedly
saved Luis' reputation.

And reputation is everything.

I was only doing my job.

Just when I think I know
who you are,

you surprise me yet again.

I could say the same about you.

I keep telling you my stories,

you're not offering many
in return.

You have to understand,

in my business trust
is hard to come by.

Well, I'm not in your business.

I'm not trying to get
in your way.

That thing you're looking for
must be very important.

[notification alert]

- Okay.
- Let's go.

Where's the Sheriff?

Parking the car?

Look.

It's a locket.

The locket

It's an exact match.

Jacob Jameson really was
James Jacobs.

Who was James Jacobs?
What's this about a locket?

The true love locket.

Made for Queen Elizabeth I
by Sir Robert Dudley,

half of which has been missing
for two centuries.

And this supposedly famous
locket belonged

to Jacob Jameson,
the founder of Wilmaton.

That's what this painting
just proved.

Safe to assume
it's worth some money.

Gold value alone.

Not to mention
the legendary value.

Amelia is about to be
the biggest star

in the antiques world.

What did I say?

Nothing I shouldn't have
said already?

I don't expect you
to understand.

Oh, I understand.
You wanted to find a locket

that was going to make you
rich and famous.

That's not it.

Why'd you keep it a secret?
So no one would beat you to it.

So you could disappear with it
back to your store in London.

No one the wiser.

No, I would never do that.

Never mind the empty
storefronts, the closed library,

the dwindling population.

Never mind that something
so valuable

might actually help turn
Wilmaton's fortunes around.

I wasn't trying--

Everybody here embraced you.

I hate to see their faces
when they learn

how little that meant to you.

Sorry, I didn't think that--

Obviously not.

Good night.

You should be excited.
You proved your mother right.

I know, but I feel terrible.

He completely misunderstood me.

In fairness, you didn't tell him
the whole story.

Well, how could I?

What if someone found it
before me?

I'd lose the chance
to expand the business.

I don't think you had to worry
about the local Sheriff

nicking it before you.
Why don't you apologize?

It's too late for that.

You really like him,
don't you?

[notification alert]

What was that?
Did your Sheriff text you?

No. It's an email
from Luis Alvarez.

I'll call you later.

Okay. Keep me posted.

Okay. Bye.

Marcus.

No.

Marcus.

I'm glad I caught you.

You didn't.

I was wrong not to tell you
and Francine and Hannah.

But I'm glad you know now,

because I found something
and I need your help.

Is it a police matter?

It would have been at the time.

Lady Wilma Fanshaw
faked her death.

She survived and she came here.

She's Enid's great great
grandmother, Jane Shaw.

Lady Wilma herself.

I think the statute
of limitations

has run out on that one.

Marcus, please hear me out.

I bought us an apology lunch
from Jacks.

I never said no to an apology
or a free lunch?

Come on.

So you're saying the same
Lady Wilma

who inherited the true love
locket from Queen Elizabeth I?

Lady in waiting,
faked her death,

changed her name and moved here
to Wilmaton

to marry Jacob Jameson?

Exactly.

Okay, let's just say
you're right.

How do those facts line up
to support that?

Well, if we look--

Because we know that only
a month before Lady Wilma

- was set to marry the Earl
- Duke.

- Duke of something,
- Mmhmm.

- she died in a fire with only
half of her locket

left to identify her body.

Which is highly suspicious,
by the way.

Wait, how do you know that?

I can research lost valuable
antiques, too.

Why do you think that
Lady Wilma is Jane Shaw?

Well, the portrait
we took to Boston

was of Jacob Jameson
and his wife, Jane,

painted in Wilmaton by
a local artist in 1826.

And the woman in the painting
is the spitting image

of Lady Wilma.

She does look a lot like her,
but not exactly conclusive.

Jacob's wife, Jane Shaw, I've
got her on a ship's manifest

from England to Boston
two days after Lady Wilma

supposedly died.

Lady Wilma's middle name
was Jane.

And Shaw is how you
pronounce the end of Fanshaw.

Why in the world would you
pronounce something

spelled Featherstonehaugh.
Fanshaw.

I'm sorry. That's your takeaway
from all of this?

Yeah, kind of.

So I get why it's big
in the antique world,

but why do you have the locket?

My mum bought it years ago.
She sold half her shop to do it.

It was her dream to find
the missing half

and prove the legend was real.

But then she got sick, and
that dream kind of disappeared.

After she died, I just felt like
it was the least I could do

to keep up her search.

Sorry I accused you of every
horrible thing I said.

You're not completely wrong.

I do want to expand
Scott antiquities,

and we just don't have
the funds

A find like this
could change that.

Publicity wouldn't hurt, either.

You're right.

But more than that, I want
to do it for my mum.

Now I get why this means
so much to you.

Why you didn't want to let
anything get in your way.

Wow.

You weren't kidding
when you said your mom

spent years on this.

This journal is jammed
with research.

Yep. Most of it leading
to dead ends.

Oh, crumbs.
I'm sure I ordered chips.

You did.
That's what those are.

[chuckles] Oh, right.

We call these crisps, but
chips are fries here. Yes.

Sorry, I forgot where I was.
I meant...

I just call them potatoes.

You know, you say sorry a lot.

Do I? Sorry.
It's an English thing.

So do you really believe
that the locket

will bring you true love?

Doesn't matter what I believe.

But it does make a nice story
for a lost piece of history

that doesn't want to be found.

You're on a treasure hunt.

I suppose so.

Okay. I'm going to help you.

If only to keep my peaceful
little town from being overrun

by a bunch of Indiana Jones
wannabes.

Like me?

Nobody could be like you.

Is that a compliment
or an insult?

To be determined.

So, where do we start.

Oh, um, well, I think Lady Wilma
left us a clue.

Or should I say Jane,

one that's been passed down
for generations.

The key to the Jameson
family legacy.

- The sampler.
- Mmhmm.

Let's take these crisps to go.

[both laugh]

How did you get here so fast?

What happened?

I don't know.

I came back from water aerobics
and found my room like this.

Did they steal anything?

I... I don't think so.

All of- all of my jewelry
is here,

and they even left the cash
on my nightstand.

Then what were they looking for?

Where's the sampler?

It's gone!

What is this?

[camera shutter snaps]

You need a proper cuppa
after a shock like that,

and the Americans
just don't know how.

Thank you, my dear.

Hmm.

I can't believe I knew nothing
about this locket.

Though if I went to that much
trouble to change my identity,

I'd probably hide my past, too.

Lady Wilma did jilt an English
Duke by faking her death.

The scandal would have
ruined her family,

and she wouldn't have
wanted that,

nor to be forced back home
if she was discovered.

Or maybe they destroyed
the locket.

Items carry sentiment.

They hid their pasts.
And I think the locket, too.

Maybe hoping a future generation
would learn the truth

of their love story.

You don't think---

- -That a family legacy.

Yes, I do.

The clue is in that sampler,

and whoever stole it
knows that, too.

Hm.

Deputy Grace, can you start
taking statements

from the staff, please?
Thank you.

Did you find anything?

No.

Security cameras show no unusual
activity during the time

that Enid was at aerobics.

They just walked in.
I never lock the door.

No one here does.

What about the note?

Send it off to Boston
for analysis.

Can hope for a fingerprint.

But they'll probably belong
to me.

Well, it had to be someone
with access to this building.

That leaves us with 50 or so
potential suspects.

Enid, who knew about
the sampler?

Well, it was no great secret.

I'd been asking around for
someone to help me frame it.

I showed it to a bunch
of people.

Even so, no one could have known
what the sampler even meant.

And the missing archives.
It can't be a coincidence.

Probably not.

Someone who lives in this town
knows about the locket.

If it's any help,

I've had that poem memorized
since I was five years old.

Pass me a pen.

Yeah, a rush on those prints
that I sent you

would be much appreciated,
my friend.

Yeah. Yeah, next time
I'm in Boston, wings on me.

Thanks.

So, what was in your bag that
would have tipped somebody off?

My mother's journal, for one.
And this.

Yeah, that would do it.

Who had the opportunity
to go through your bag?

Francine and Hannah.

And then there was
the librarian, Claudia.

She was suspicious
as to why I'm here.

And, I mean, it's true.

I wasn't really saying,
but still.

Then at The Mayor's office,

there was Poppy
and Mayor Truman.

He told me to come back
after the Ball.

Which gave him plenty of time
to remove the documents himself.

That's a lead, isn't it?

I just can't go around accusing
people I've known my whole life

of stealing something

that I'm sure most of them
don't even know exists.

But if someone is following you,

it's most likely the person
who stole Enid's sampler.

Then we need to catch them
in the act.

And the best way to do that

is to stay on the trail
of the locket.

I don't like it.
It's too dangerous.

I won't be in danger.

You're not leaving me alone.

"Hearts divided over the sea

"love reunited bridged
by oak and tree

"we bury the past up
in bones built to last

"where seeds did blossom
once we became three."

Hannah...

Remember when you were studying
for your town history test?

Was there an old oak tree?

Yeah. It was in the middle
of a clearing.

And that's where Jacob
decided to build the town.

I remember that story.

The tree reminded him
of England, right?

Used that tree to build the Town
Hall. The first one.

And they had to move it
a hundred years ago.

Some sort of sewage issues.

Ew.

Ew is right.

Okay, so where was
the first one?

I don't know either,

but there's an old map
in the Sheriff's office.

Good work Deputy Hannah.

The layout is almost identical
to the current town square.

Yeah, with one
significant exception.

The Town Hall was
relocated across the road.

Let's check it out.

There's nothing left of
the original structure.

No foundation, no posts
or anything.

Yeah, they would have
found anything buried here

when they moved
the original building.

This can't be right.

Are you cold?

No.

I just have that feeling again
that someone's watching feeling.

All right. We should go.
Come on.

Watch your step.

Are you all right?

Yes, thanks.

I'm walking you back
to Francine.

And don't try to get rid of me.

I won't.

It's not the worst thing to be
personally escorted

by the town Sheriff.

Even when he's not John Wayne.

Can I tell you a secret?

Another secret?

I'm not really into westerns.

Oh, so you aren't attracted
to cowboys after all.

No.

But I do have a growing
appreciation

for the rabble-rousing
revolutionary types.

Even after everything we did
to your tea?

Can I tell you another secret?

Always.

I actually prefer coffee.

[laughs]

The sampler poem line,
where seeds did blossom.

Maybe we should be looking
for a garden.

There's a garden at
the Founders' House.

It was famous in its day.

Of course.

That's where the portrait
was painted.

Jacob must have hid the locket
in the house when he built it.

Yeah, but he would have
moved it with his family

when he built the house
closer to the river.

Maybe, but nothing in the poem
references river house.

We bury the past up
and in bones built to last.

The loft.

Attic.

Right. Attic.

Okay, well, that rules
out the B&B.

I tore apart the attic
to fix the roof.

There's nothing up there but
old wood and new insulation.

Then all the clues still point
back to the Founder's house.

You're right.
Let's go.

Should we ring the bell?

And say what?

Hello, Mr. Mayor. Can we rifle
through your personal belongings

in case you happen
to have an antique locket

worth a lot of money?

Okay, maybe not in those
exact words or any like it.

We don't even know if
it's in there for sure.

Well, we need to get in
to find out.

It's a private residence.
We need permission.

And breaking in is not
an option.

In that case, were you planning
on attending the ball tomorrow?

I was not.

Well, you are now.
And I'll be your plus one.

Hang on.

Okay, look, because
I can't dance, so.

Looking good there, Sheriff.

I feel ridiculous.

How do people wear stiff
clothing like this

back in the day?

You're going to be all right.
I'll see you in there.

Thanks Jack.

Hi.

Hi.

- You look.
- You look--

You look beautiful.

Thank you. You, too.

Here's the plan.

You're going to give me
the signal.

I'm going to cause a distraction
so you can get upstairs.

Enid, you shouldn't
get involved in this.

Of course I'm involved?

This is the most fun
I've had in ages.

And we're hunting
after my ancestors.

I suppose that settles it, then.

Fine. But nothing illegal.

I wouldn't dream of it.

Shall we, my ladies?

We shall, my Lord.

Lord Marcus.
I can get used to that.

[chuckles]

[classical music]

Good evening, everyone.

And welcome to Wilmaton's
200th anniversary Founders Ball.

[applause]

[classical music]

*

Should we dance,
blend in.

I don't know this
kind of dancing.

It's a waltz. I'll show you.
Come on.

Help me. I hope you're wearing
steel toe slippers.

It's a simple box step.

You go forwards, I'll go
backwards, like so.

Okay. This isn't so bad.

You're a natural.

Where'd you learn this old-timey
dances, anyway?

English school curriculum?

More like growing up
in the antiques business.

This isn't my first
anniversary ball.

It's definitely mine.

Thankfully, my partner
is graceful enough

for the both of us.

[small chuckle]

I like this charming
side of you.

I also like the less
charming side, too.

Is that a compliment
or an insult?

To be determined.

This ball is fabulous.

But I have to warn you,
my dears,

there are a few other dealers
here sniffing around.

Word is out.

We have no time to lose.

Now.

Ahhhh...

Enid!
Somebody help!

Oh, no!

Come on.

[suspenseful music]

Do you think anyone saw us?

I don't think so.
Let's be quick, just in case.

Focus on the clues.

I'm not quite sure what those
clues are now

that we're up here.

This attic is enormous.

Yeah, full of dusty old junk.

Oh, now, hold on. Dusty, yes,
but junk certainly not.

- Amelia.
- Hm?

Focus on the clues.

Oh, sorry.
Hazard of the trade.

Okay, what are we missing?

I don't know.

Shh!!!
Somebody followed us.

[mysterious music]

[door slams]

[crash sound]

Let me outta here!

Poppy?

Why did you follow us
up to the attic?

No one's allowed up there.

You've been following me
for days.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You went through my bag
at The Mayor's office.

You read my mother's journal.

You were trying to find
the locket before I could.

What locket?

Drop the act.

You stole the archives when you
found out I wanted to see them.

You've probably never even
looked at them before.

You were there at Enid's, too,
when we were talking to her.

You heard her say that
the sampler is the key

to her family legacy.

Look, you don't have
to say anything.

But your fingerprints left on
the threatening note in her room

prove that you stole it.

Where is the sampler, Poppy?

Why on earth would you cram it
into your evening bag?

Seemed like the safest place.
It's worthless anyway.

Quite the opposite.

So you do know
about the locket?

You've been following Amelia
around the town.

But when she didn't find it
fast enough.

You stole the stamper so
you could find it first.

Finders keepers, right?
But I couldn't figure it out.

It was easier to let her
do all the work.

What were you thinking, Poppy?

Maybe that the money I could
make off a legendary locket

would finally get me out
of this pathetic town.

But you never found anything.

There's probably nothing
to even find.

All this has just been a huge
waste of my time.

You trashed Enid's room.
You left a threatening note.

That's a crime.

Harassment, theft, destruction
of property, uttering threats.

Those are all things I can
and will charge you with.

I want a lawyer.

You'll be all right getting back
to Francine's on your own?

I have to stay here and wait
for Poppy's lawyer now.

I'll be fine. Thank you.

No one's creeping around
me anymore.

You're lucky you got the
fingerprint analysis back.

Oh, that was a bluff.

There wasn't anything
in that folder.

Well played.

You're disappointed.

I'm glad we caught Poppy
and got the sampler back.

But that doesn't get us
any closer to the locket.

Look, we can go back
to the Founders' House.

I'm sure The Mayor will agree
to a search

once he hears the whole story.

I don't know.
Maybe Poppy was right.

Maybe there's nothing to find.

Maybe this just
isn't meant to be.

Good night.

Good night.

[cheerful upbeat music]

Hi.

This is amazing.

It reminds me of Wilmaton's
better days.

I'm glad.

Good morning.

Ah. Good morning.

This seems to be going
very well.

Mmhmm.

It certainly does.

Must be off antiques
to supervise.

You look tired.

What every lady wants to hear
the day after a ball.

I didn't mean you look bad.
You don't look bad at all.

I am tired.

You can't help your annoyingly
accurate observations.

Still, this is a great thing
you've done here.

I haven't seen the town
this busy since I was a kid.

It might have been my idea,

but your sister
made it happen.

Right. I suppose I should do
another circuit

in case anyone
needs me.

Or you could take a break.
I know the perfect place.

Okay.

Okay.

You've had a busy morning too,
I imagine.

Yeah. Enid didn't want
to press charges,

so Poppy will get off
with a slap on the wrist.

Unless, of course,
you want to press charges

for her stalking you.

No, I'll follow Enid's example.

No one else in town will.

Mayor Truman and Poppy
are done

she's packed up and moved to her
sister's place in Boston.

She's been run out of town?

I wouldn't say that.

But look, Enid's like the town's
grandmother.

Everybody here is pretty upset
about what Poppy did.

Small towns have long memories.

What about you?
What are you going to do next?

I'll head back to London,
I guess.

Maybe I'll keep up the search.

But I really should focus
on expanding the business,

whatever that might mean.

You seem to have lost
your enthusiasm.

London just seems
like another life.

Well, have you ever considered
expanding here?

Look, I know it's not glamorous,
but you did say

we have a lot of
antiques here,

and this weekend has
drummed up new interest.

And as you recall,
there's an empty store

just waiting for a new owner.

Are you asking me to stay..

Oh, I-- I would never uh...

Of course not.
Obviously. I was only joking.

It's so beautiful here.

Oh, it should be.

This is a proposal path
where Jacob proposed to Jane.

Really?

Mmhmm.
Right there on that bridge.

I was so afraid I'd never see
you again.

Oh, my James.

It's Jacob now.
Jacob Jameson.

It's a pleasure to meet you,
Mr. Jameson.

I'm Jane now.

Jane Shaw.

Welcome to Wilmaton, Miss Shaw.

I have never taken it off.

I miss mine so.

Your portrait was all I had
of you all these years.

You won't need it anymore.

Jane Shaw... will you do me,
Jacob Jameson,

the honor of becoming my wife?

Yes, I will.

What a perfect spot to propose.

No wonder Lady Wilma loved
these wildflowers.

She embroidered them
on the sampler

and decorated the river
house with--

Um, listen, Amelia.

See, what I said earlier about,

you know, how I wouldn't
ask you to stay?

I didn't mean. I did mean.
But that's not how I--

The flowers.

The flowers!

It was in front of me
the whole time.

What? Hold on.

What?

See the flowers?
They're the same.

And that means?

The flowers aren't crooked.

Well, that's to say
that they are crooked,

but intentionally so.

They're pointing upstairs.

"We bury the past up in bones,
built to last."

We were right about it being
the bones of the house.

We were just wrong
about which house.

Come on.

There's more.

Attic access is right here.

It's not the attic.
Look at the last line.

"Where seeds did blossom.
Whence we became three."

Blossom as a baby.

The nursery.
I can't believe we missed it.

It's right in here.

This must be it.

This is the last flower,
and it's pointing straight up.

[knocks]

[knocks]

There's something here.
A compartment.

How do I open it?

Are you going to open it?

Oh.

What is it?

Important papers, letters.

Proof that James and Lady Wilma
really were Jacob and Jane.

That's huge.

It is. You're right.

What was it you said about
old wooden furniture?

People needed somewhere
to hide their secrets.

[gasps]

I did it mom. Finally.

You found it.

No. We found it.

Do you realize what this means?

You reunited the true
love locket,

so now you'll find true love.

That's how it works, right?

That's what they say.

Do you believe it?

Should I?

[cell phone rings]

Sorry. That's work.

Hi, Rebecca.

I found a buyer.

Rebecca, I--

This buyer's willing to pay
three times what your mother did

just for the Fanshaw half.
We can finally do it.

Rebecca, I found it.

Do you realize what this means?
The price goes up ten-fold.

You could expand to Paris and
Amsterdam at the same time.

This is incredible.

Rebecca, I--

Amelia, I'm so proud of you.
Your mother would be, too.

Oh, I have to call the buyer
right away.

Well, maybe I should call
Sotheby's first.

I have to go.

Wow.

Paris and Amsterdam
sounds glamorous.

Your mother would be proud.

Marcus.

I get it.

You found the love locket.
Now you're leaving.

I should get back to work.
Excuse me.

Marcus...

Congratulations, Amelia.
You got everything you deserved.

[pleasant music]

I suppose I'm checking out.

I really loved having you here.

I loved being here.

Did you have a chance to go
over the sale terms?

I did.
And it's very generous.

Are you sure it's worth
that much?

Definitely.

I already talked it over
with Enid.

And she's happy with whatever
we decide.

It's strange.

We were all on this great
adventure,

and now it's just... over.

I know how you feel.

I always wondered what Mum would
have done if she'd found it.

She never said.

I always assumed
she'd have sold it

and started looking
for the next thing.

That's what I thought I'd do.

And expand your business.
Isn't that your dream?

I have a new dream
I want to run past you,

but it might need
a fresh pot.

Okay.

Okay, that should work.

I'll let her know.

Thanks Mr. Mayor.

All settled.

Are you sure this is
what you want to do?

I could ask you the same thing.

I'm thrilled.
Marcus will be, too.

That remains to be seen.

You want me to call him?

I can do this.

[laughs]

[siren wailing]

Hi, Sheriff.

Miss Scott.

I thought you'd be halfway
over the Atlantic by now.

I want to donate my half
of the locket to the town.

Francine wants to do the same.

And the Mayor gave me the title
to the old antique shop

on Main Street in return.

Scott Antiquities, Wilmaton.

Has a nice ring to it.

What do you think?

What about Paris?

Amsterdam?

I sort of fell in love here
with the town.

- All the beautiful antiques...
- Hmm.

And the people.

One person in particular.

What about your shop in London?

Rebecca's got it covered.

The advantages of having
a partner.

Hmm. Your mom--

Would have wanted
exactly this.

I just didn't realize it
until now.

Are you sure?

The locket brought Jacob
and Lady Wilma together,

and it brought me here to you.

Well, I can't argue
with that logic.

Good townspeople,
honored guests,

As mayor of Wilmaton,

I am thrilled to open
the permanent exhibit

celebrating Jacob and Wilma
Jane Jameson

and their legendary love.

Featuring the antique locket
given from Sir Robert Dudley

to Queen Elizabeth I and said
to bring true love to its owner,

I hereby declare Wilmaton
the town of true love.

[applause]

[applause]

I have to get back
to the B&B.

We are full for yet
another weekend.

So many proposal parties.

I might have to start
a new side gig.

All right, sis.

Well, Deputy Hannah,
she can come with us.

Sorry, Uncle Marcus,

but I want to be an antique
dealer like Amelia.

Oh, I could use an intern.

How handy are you
with the dust mop?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I meant I wanted to be
a librarian.

I like books.

Bye.

Bye.

Glad you stayed?

I've never been happier.
Are you glad I stayed?

Absolutely.

Finally have someone
to take care of

all that old furniture
in the basement.