All language subtitles for When Hope Calls s02e03 A New Beginning.eng

(soft piano music)
- Dear Grace,

soon, I will set off to
see you in London.

Ever since we were
young and separated

in different orphanages,

I wanted to be there for you.

Now I know exactly
where you are,

and no ocean will keep me

from being by your side
in your hour of need.

As I prepare to leave,

I do worry about
the children here.

Especially Charlotte,

who as I wrote to you before,

lost her eyesight after her
parents died.

But I am certain the children

will be in good hands
when Eleanor arrives.

You asked about your friends
and family here in Brookfield.

Maggie continues
to be an important part of the community.

And she and Sam have grown
closer as friends.

But, of course,
Sam's prospecting

takes him away for months
at a time.

Tess is still hurt that Chuck
followed you to London.

She won't admit it,

but she's worried about you
and her soon-to-be grandchild.

Ronnie hasn't changed.

Lovable despite
his poor judgement

and inflated ego.

And Gabriel,
the love of my life,

remains away on
a Mountie mission.

I fear for his safety.

I sent word letting him know
that I'm leaving for London.

I have not heard back.

I dearly hope to see him
before my journey to you.

All my love, Lillian.

- O'Leary's gang took the high
ground the last couple of times,

so I'm gonna have Mounties
stationed along

this pass here...
and here.

- The thing about O'Leary

is that he changes
his gunrunning routes.

So, you might wanna station some
Mounties right here, as well.

- The other side of the river?

- Water's shallow there,
so he'd have no problem

getting his wagons across.

- I see why you were originally
assigned to lead this operation.

- Still wish I was part of it.

- You might be

if you weren't always living up
to your nickname.

- I appreciate you taking over
when I was put on medical leave.

- I appreciate you taking over
my post in Brookfield.

(gentle music)

I need you to give
Lilian this letter.

- Consider it done.

- Take care of the town.

- I will.

You take care of yourself.

You're the one going
head-to-head with the O'Leary gang.

Wish it was me.

- You'll be back leading
the charge in no time.

(hopeful music)

(horse snorts)

(cows moo)

(horse whinnies)

- So... what takes you
all to Brookfield?

- We're visiting my daughter,
Maggie.

- Maggie, she's lovely.

- Do you live there?
- I'm going back.

I used to work for a young woman
who runs an orphanage.

Now I just go back and work
whenever she needs me.

- Is that Lillian?
- Lillian Walsh?

- You've both heard about her?

- She's good friends
with our daughter.

- Oh, well,
how do you know about her?

- I don't. I have some personal
business with her.

- Oh.

(chuckling)

(horses whinny)

- Is London far?
- It is.

- How are you going
to get there?

- On a big boat.

(town din)
- I'm gonna miss you...

- I'm gonna miss all of you,

but I don't leave for
about a week

and you are going to be
very well taken care of while I'm gone.

(joyful music)
There they are.

(horses snort)

There they are.

(laughing): Oh.
Oh, Lillian!

(laughing)

Oh!

- You remember Ruby
and Charlotte?

- I most certainly do.

I've been praying for Charlotte
to recover her sight.

(squealing): Mom, so great
to see you!

- ...You're looking well.

And, hi, Dad!

- How's my pumpkin?

- Oh, there was a woman on
the stagecoach

who says she has some personal
business with you?

- Oh? Uh, who?

- I don't see her now...

- Did she say what
personal business?

- No.

- That's odd.

(sighing)

(mysterious music)

(woman): She's a beauty.

(woman #2): She sure is.

- Still a little skittish
though.

- Yeah. I think I'm gonna take
her into town tomorrow.

It'll be good for her to start
getting used to people.

- Mm-hmm.

- Let's make sure they're in
the barn before nightfall, huh?

It can get nippy.
- Of course.

- Oh, baby. Aw.

- Where's Miss Eleanor staying?

- In grace's old room.
- Okay!

- I can't thank you enough
for coming.

- Oh, I'm happy to help.

Is there any more news
about Grace?

- Uh, she's been ordered
to remain in bed.

- Pregnancy complications
can be tricky.

(muttering): Yeah...

- What did Gabriel say

when you told him you were
going to London?

- He's away on Mountie business.

- When will he be back?

- Not for a while.

His temporary replacement's
due any day now.

- So, he doesn't know
you're going?

- Well, I sent him a telegram,
but I haven't heard back.

- I'm sure he'll understand.

Grace needs you.

- The children need me too.
- I'll take good care of them.

- I know.

(hopeful music)

(footsteps approach)

Look who's here.

(children): Hi, Miss Eleanor!
- Hi, everyone.

Oh, who's this?
- My name's Wally.

- Hi, Wally!

- Wally joined us last month.
- Oh.

- Miss Lillian, I just asked
Ruby and Charlotte

to wash their hands upstairs.

And I got the boys to clean
their room.

- Annie, you are almost
a young woman!

- Annie's so responsible now,

I leave her in charge
when I go out.

- But guess what?

The kitchen pump's
leaking again.

- Oh, I'll take a look at it.

- I learned a new chord.
(strumming)

- Art, you are so good!
(chuckling)

- Alright, I should
start dinner.

- Okay, I'll help.

- Can you please read us
a story after dinner?

- Please, Miss Lillian.

- We'll see.

(hopeful music)

- Hello?

- Hello, um, I'd like
a room, please.

- You've come
to the right place.

Well, the only place, really.

(both chuckling)
How long will we be staying?

- Probably just a day.

- Alright, just put your
Jane Hancock right there for me,

if you would.
Thank you.

We'll have you in room two.

- Can you tell me how to get
to the orphanage?

- Oh, absolutely.
Just make a right outside the hotel and keep walking.

You cannot miss it.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

And welcome to
the Royal Brookfield.

(joyful music)

(lively chatter)

- Any news on when
the new Mountie is coming?

- Yeah, yeah. He arrived
this morning.

Came in for coffee.

- What's his name?

- I didn't catch it.

- Why not?

- Man, I don't have the time to
learn the name

of every Mountie who rolls
through town.

(engine jugging)

(tense music)

(woman): Oh! The little one!

(man): Look out!
(crowd screaming)

- Woah. Did you see that?

- Hey.

Next time, how about
looking both ways

before you crossing the street?

- Do you know who that is?
- I told you, I didn't get his name!

(man): They call him
Fearless Fletcher.

(grunting)
- Are you alright?

- I'll be fine.

- I'm a nurse. Let me...
let me have a look.

- What's he doing here?

- Well, obviously, he's filling
in 'till Gabriel gets back.

- Well, he's not normally
a Constable.

He's known for hunting down
people who've evaded the law.

(gulping): You don't say?

(calming music)

- Let me see you bend it?

- Just a... little sore from
an injury I suffered.

- Yeah, I can see the scars.

- Those are from
different injuries.

- How many injuries
have you had?

- Probably too many.
Been on medical leave.

- Mm-hmm.

- It's gonna get cold tonight.

This ought to help.
(grunting)

(horse whinnies)

Enjoy her while you can, mama.

They grow up and move on.

(gentle piano music)

(Lillian): Fear and uncertainty
can be paralyzing.

And on this night, the family
was in the middle of the ocean,

clinging onto what was
left of their boat.

The stars were twinkling,
but the water was ice cold.

Becky and Timmy could tell
that even Dad was scared.

And he was the bravest person
that they knew.

But Mom refused to lose hope.

She asked everyone to hold
hands and to pray

as hard as they could
for a miracle.

So they closed their eyes

and they prayed for
a long while.

The only sound they heard

was the water lapping up
against them.

Finally, the family opened their
eyes and their hearts sank.

Timmy whimpered and Becky cried.

- They're not saved?

- What kind of story is that?

- Do you want me to
stop reading?

- No! Please, don't stop.

- Yeah, keep going.

- Okay.

All they could see
were the twinkling stars

in the night sky.

Suddenly, Dad shouted,

"Look!" And he pointed
to the horizon.

One of the starts twinkled more
brightly than the rest

and it was moving in
their direction.

It turns out,
it was another boat

and it was coming to save them.

(children): Yay!

- It was a miracle just like
their mom had promised.

And from that day forward,

Becky and Timmy never stopped
believing in miracles.

The end.

- Whoa, that was close.

- I believe in miracles.

- Do you, Miss Lillian?

(clicking tongue)

- I believe that miracles
are possible.

(knocking at the door)

- Who could that be?

- Yeah, we never get visitors
this late.

- Is... Lillian in?

- Yes. Come in.

Lillian, this is...

- Um, Nora. Anderson.

- The lady I was telling you
about on the stagecoach.

- Hello. How can I help you?

- Sorry to intrude.
Can I speak with you privately?

- Sure.

(mysterious music)

(door creaks)

What's going on?

- I... I knew your mother.

Ethel Bennett from Culpepper.

- My birth mother?

- That's me.
She was my sister.

Lillian... you're my niece.

- I... I didn't know
I had an aunt.

Or... an uncle.

- And I never knew
I had any nieces.

- How could you not know?

- My parents forbid your mother
from marrying your father.

After she did,

I'd never seen my father
more angry and hurt.

We moved to San Francisco.
I'm 11 years younger than her.

She would write to us.

Asking us to write back,
but my parents refused.

I was afraid to go against
their wishes,

but I sneak in a few letters.

After a while, the letters
were less frequent

and then they stopped.

My parents found out
a few years later

that Ethel and her husband died
of Tuberculosis.

(sighing)

How is it possible

that they didn't know
they had grandchildren?

- My parents found out about
Ethel's passing second hand.

And they never went back
to Culpepper.

And I found out by chance.

- How did you?

- I'm a lawyer.

A month ago, I left my practice

in San Francisco and I moved
to Clearwater.

I wanted to know where
Ethel was buried,

so I hired
a private investigator.

And he found out about
you and Grace.

Is she in London?

- Yeah... I'm headed to see
her in a few days.

Um, to help her.

She's...

she's having a difficult
pregnancy.

- You're a good sister.

Won't you come inside?

(soft music)

- Now that you're retired,
what are you plans?

- Our things are en route
to England as we speak.

It'll be nice to be back
to real civilization.

- Are you planning to return
to England soon?

- No immediate plans.

- I thought you'd outgrow
your wanderlust by now.

(chuckles)

- Still growing,
I guess.

- You've been in this town
a while now.

What makes it so special?

- I feel like I'm a real part
of this town.

They've even appointed me
to the town council.

- People always seem to
gravitate to you.

- What's going on,
Miss Lillian?

- Um...

I just learned something
I'd like to share with you all.

(Eleanor): What is it?

- Nora is my aunt.

- Your aunt?

- Her birth mother was
my older sister.

- My mother's family apparently
didn't know about Grace and me.

- To my great shame.

- So you weren't an orphan
like the rest of us?

- No, I still was.

- Then why didn't they
come and get you?

- Yeah, that was mean of them.

- We didn't know...

I just recently found out.

- What are the chances,
after all these years?

- It's a miracle.
- It is.

- Just like the story you read.

- I think we need to give
Miss Lillian some space.

- I... I should leave.
- No, please, uh, just...

just give me a minute.

(gentle piano music,
footsteps approaching)

(sighs)

Do you really think
it's possible

my grandparents didn't know
about Grace and I?

- You may never know for sure.

- I have an aunt.

Why do I feel so numb?

- You just found out.
- Still...

- It's to be expected.
You have to let it sink in.

(sighing)

- From what I remember
of my mom,

Nora does remind me of her.

- Isn't that something?

- My mother wanted to be
close to her family

and they rejected her.

Even Nora.

- Nora must've been a child
at the time.

She's not to blame.

- I suppose.

Marrying my father made
my mother an orphan, of sorts.

- Your mother had her husband.

Imagined how much she loved him.

And then she had you and Grace,

so when she passed,

she had her closest family
around her.

Oh.
(sniffling)

- Can we call you Aunt Nora?

- Nora is fine.

- Miss Nora,
to be respectful.

(chuckles)

- Are you married?

(playful music)
- No.

- Why not?

- I don't know.

Just hasn't happened for me yet.
(chuckling)

This is beautiful.

- I drew it.

- It's really good.

- And I play guitar,
wanna hear?

- Uh, sure.

(footsteps approaching)

- It's a little late, Art.

Why don't you play for
Nora tomorrow?

- Will Miss Nora be here?

- I hope so.

Will you stay the night?

- I already checked
into the hotel--

- Well, it's late.
I can lend you a nightgown.

You can pick up
your luggage tomorrow.

- Are you sure?

- You're... family.
(chuckling)

Please, stay.

(hopeful music)

- Turmeric... ginger...

echinacea.

(chuckling)
- Lavender and, ah,

ashwa...
- Ashwagandha.

(both chuckling)

(bottles clinging)

- Do these really work?

- I mean, depending on
the condition, they often do.

- Hmm.

How did you learn all
of this?

- On my travels.

- Hm...

Why haven't you and dad
travelled more?

- Your father has always
been dedicated

to his job at the bank.

- But now he's retired.

- And... he looks forward
to relaxing

and playing checkers
in the garden.

He's earned it.

- Hi, Maggie.
My elbow hurts to bend.

- Oh, take a seat,
we'll pop some salve on it.

Oh, Harley, this is my mom.
Mom, Harley.

- Ma'am.

- Alright, take your jacket off,
and, um, we'll see what's what.

? As the daylight is dawning

? They come again in
the morning ??

- Are you awake?

- Yes.

Who's singing?

- That's Wally.

Miss Lillian says he has
the voice of an angel.

- He does.
(singing continues)

- Can you do something
fancy with my hair?

- Uh, sure.

- And here are some bobby pins.

(gentle music)

- Debbie, these are my parents,
Nigel and Constance.

- How do you do?
- Hello, Debbie.

Could we have three slices
of your pound cake, please?

- Is that...

strange man staring at you?

- Sam!

(giggles)

Uh...
- Hello.

- Mom, Dad, this is my friend,
Sam.

- Hello.
- How do you do?

- Nice to meet you, ma'am, sir.

Uh... We have a lot
of catching up to do.

- We do!
How did your prospecting go?

(horse snorts)

- You know.

- There's always
next time.

Is everything okay?

- I could just use a shower
and a shave, is all.

- Say that again.

- But we'll talk soon.
- Of course.

- If you'll excuse me.

(joyful music)

- So... do you believe
in miracles?

- I'm not sure.
- Why not?

- I'm one of those people

who's got to see it
to believe it.

- I'm never gonna see one,
but I believe.

(chuckles)

- Almost done...

- That's really nice.

(bobby pins fall, sighing)
- Oops. Where'd it go?

- I heard it over there.

- Ah!

There it is.
(chuckling)

- Charlotte,
you look beautiful.

- I do?
- Absolutely.

Inside-out braid.
I'm impressed.

- Your mother taught me
how to do it.

- She taught me too.

- I haven't done one in years,
I'm surprised I remembered.

- I'll have Art grab
your luggage from the hotel.

- That's okay, I'll do it.

- Woah...
(horse snorting)

Oh, oh.

Oh...

(horses snorting)

- Is this the filly
you've been talking about?

- Yup, sure is.

- She's gorgeous.

- Isn't she just.

- Hey, I've got some
carrots inside. Can I give her some?

- That's kind of you.

(horses whinny)

Hey, girl. Hey, girl.
What a good girl.

- Eleanor. Welcome back.

- Thank you, Joe.
It's good to be back.

- What's new?
- Oh, uh, nothing.

(chuckling)
(curious music)

- What? Something big?

- Okay. Turns out...

Lillian has an aunt.

- She does?

- The younger sister of
her birth mother.

(inhales)
And she's a lawyer.

- And all this time,
Lillian didn't know?

- No.

- How'd she feel about that?

- It was a shock.

- I guess.

- Oh, look at those.

- Something wrong there, Ken?

- You could say that.

Saw a pack of wolves
near my livestock.

Spent most of the morning
chasing them off my ranch.

- How many?
- About seven.

Better watch your cattle.
- Yeah, thanks, I will.

(pensive music)

(grunting)

- That's not helping.

- Yes...
(chuckling)

I can see that.

- It must be something
inside the pump.

- So, then,
I guess we'll have to wait

until I can get a handyman
to fix it.

- Maybe I can fix it.

- That's very sweet, Steve,

but I think it's best
if we wait.

(joyful music)

- Oh, Mountie Fletcher,
am I right?

- Call me, Michael.
- Yeah.

- I'd like to get some lunch.

- Oh, certainly, sir.
Right this way.

Say, what you did yesterday
was pretty darn impressive.

- Just doing my job.

- Yeah, speaking of jobs,

I know you're here
covering for Gabriel.

(playful music)
That the only reason...?

- That's one reason.

- Are there others?

- What are your specials today?

- Oh, uh, everything is special.

In fact, there's a special
"Welcome to Brookfield."

Whatever you'd like today
is on the house.

- Thank you, but I can't
accept free stuff.

Compromises one's ability
to enforce the law.

I hope you understand.

- Oh, yeah, sure.

Yeah, no, I would never
suggest...

(coughing anxiously)
Enforcing the law is everything.

Very important.
You gotta toe that line.

Oh, here we are.
Thank you, whoops!

(splattering)
Sorry...

There we go.

Yeah, I'm a big believer
in law enforcement.

(clears throat)

Enjoy your law...
your lunch!

- Oh, thank you.

Um, excuse me?

- I'd hate to see you
have an accident.

(romantic music)

- Oh. Thank you.

- Anytime.

(door opens)

- What ails you?

- The fact that my daughter
isn't completely honest with me.

- What do you mean?

- In your letters!

You didn't say there
was something going on

between you and that
Sam fellow.

- That's because there isn't.

Okay. Sometimes,
it felt like things were moving in that direction,

but he's been gone for months,
so nothing's happened.

- Nothing?

- Well, he's certainly never
proclaimed any interest in me.

- I saw the way you
looked at him.

- What you saw was friendship.

- You forget.
I know you.

(hopeful music)

- It really doesn't matter
what I feel

if the feeling isn't mutual.

- Not only does this look
like a home,

but it feels like one too.

- I try.

- They're lucky.

- I wish I could help
more children.

I wish I could help
my sister.

She was lost in different
orphanages.

- I'm going to have to leave
for Clearwater tomorrow.

- Are you sure?

- Unfortunately, yes.

I have a meeting
with a banker.

- A banker?

- If I can get their legal work,

it'll help establish me
in the community.

- I understand.

- I fixed it.
- Fixed what?

- Come see.

(playful music)

Look.

- How did you do that?

- I took it apart
and saw the leather thingy

inside was worn out.

I replaced it with some
leather from this old boot.

Then I put it all back
together again.

- Well done.

- Steve, you're amazing.
(chuckling)

- What about how I draw?
- And my guitar playing?

- And my singing?

- And my maturity
and responsibility?

- You're all amazing.

- Everyone is except for me.

- All of the children here
are amazing, Charlie.

Including you.

- So amazing, that you
all deserve a treat.

Can I go into town
and get them one?

- That's very nice of you.

- Who wants to come with me?

- I do!
- I'd like to go, as well.

- Oh.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Not a problem, ladies first.

- Thank you.

I'll have six of your oatmeal
cookies, please.

- Someone has a sweet tooth.

- Oh, they're not for me.

- I figured.

- Oh, yeah.

- You must be Lillian's aunt.
My name's Joe.

- Yes... Nora.
It's nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

- Lillian's aunt.
Didn't know she had one.

- Yeah, neither did Lillian.

And get this, she's a lawyer.

- Huh.

- Look, a baby horse.

- Aww.

- You're gonna get some carrots.
Yeah, you are.

Come here.
Come here. Come here.

- Can I pet it?

- Yeah, you just have
to be real gentle

and right here on her neck.

- She's beautiful.
- Yeah.

- Let's give Charlotte a try.

- You want to?

There you go,
nice and gentle.

Careful, she's gonna go
for that cookie.

- Can I feed it to her?

- Sure, if you want.

Put your hand out
nice and flat.

Oh...
(laughing)

Now, she really likes you.

- What's her name?
- Well, I haven't thought of a good one yet.

- She likes sweets
so how about Sugar?

- Sugar.

Yeah, I like it.

(horse snorting)
Oh, I think she likes it too.

Well, it's official then.

- Really?
You hear that?

- We heard!

- Oh, Ben. Listen, can you tell
me a little bit more

about this
Fearless Fletcher guy?

- What more do you need to know?

- Well, you know, for instance
how far back has he gone at uncovering crimes?

- Well, how would I know?
- Well, I... (gasping)

- What is going on with you?

- Nothing, nothing.
(shushing)

- How are you doing, Ronnie?

- Me? I'm good.

- And it's Ben, right?

- That's right.

It's nice to meet you,
Constable Fletcher.

- Stay safe.

- Will do.

(knocking)

- Hello?

- Are you Miss Lillian Walsh?

(suspenseful music)
- Yes.

Is Gabriel okay?

- Oh, he's fine.
My name's Michael Fletcher.

I promised him I would hand
deliver you this letter.

- Have you seen Gabriel
recently?

- I have, and I can tell you

he never stops talking
about you.

- What is this special
assignment that he's on?

- I can't divulge that.

Only that it was supposed to be
my mission,

but I was on medical leave
so he took over for me.

Now I'm taking over for him.

- Is it dangerous?

- All Mountie work
can be dangerous.

But Gabriel is as good
as there is.

(gentle music)

- My dearest Lillian,

I am sorry to hear about Grace.

I know you must be worried sick
about her.

So, of course, you must leave
to be at her side.

Though this is a trying time,
I am confident that Grace,

with your loving help,
will pull through.

As sisters, you share the same
strength and resilience.

It's such an admirable quality.

And it's also one of
the many reasons

that I've fallen so deeply
in love with you.

I can't bear the thought
of not seeing you

one more time before
you leave,

so I will move heaven and earth
to make sure that I do.

Love, Gabriel.

(sighing)

(playful music)

- Can you do our hair fancy
like Charlotte's?

- Manners, Ruby.

- Please?

- Sure.
I'd be happy to.

(exhales)
Alright.

- You cannot be serious.

- She admitted it to me.

- Our daughter has displayed

some questionable judgement
at times, but I...

I can't believe she'd fall
for that ragamuffin.

- You're being rather harsh,
don't you think?

- Not at all.

This is our daughter we're
talking about.

Pardon me?
- Mm-hmm?

- What could you tell me
about this Sam fellow?

- Oh, our town handyman.

- I'm talking about
a prospector?

- They're one and the same,
yes. He's a good egg.

Not serious like you or I,
but hard-working, honest...

Why do you ask?

- Oh. My husband's curiosity

sometimes gets
the better of him.

(chuckling): Everything to
your liking?

- Fine, thank you.
- Yes. Thank you.

(joyful music)

- Maybe we can do
this every day.

- The thing is
I'm leaving today.

(girls): Aw...

- When you're a visitor,

it's good not to overstay
your welcome.

- Miss Nora?

What does a lawyer do?

- I try to protect people
and help them.

- Help them with what?

- With whatever they need.

- What kind of people
come to you?

- All kinds.

- How do you decide who to help?

- In my profession,

I represent the person
who pays me.

(quirky music)

- I saw him practically
fly off the hotel balcony to save that child.

- I've heard he's been
shot six times.

- I've heard ten.

- Oh, are you guys talking
about the new Mountie?

- We are lucky to have him.

- We won't have any criminals
walking around town these days,

that's for sure.
(chuckling)

- Huh, you think?

- You doubt it?

- Well, you know,
we've heard it before, right?

Regular people made larger than
life by exaggerated stories.

- We saw him jump off
the balcony with our own eyes.

- Yeah, and then he went
to the infirmary with Maggie.

Like a regular person.

- Yeah, I think
he's the real deal.

- Me too.
- I agree.

- Fine. You guys can live in
your little make-believe world.

I choose to live in reality.

- Ten times?

- That's what I heard.
Ten times.

- Oh, Ronnie.

That Mountie fellow was just
in looking for you.

- He was? W-why?
- I don't know.

(stuttering): What exactly
did he say?

- He said,
"Please, go to the jail."

- He said jail?

- He might have said Mountie
office, Nigel.

- Jail or Mountie office?

- It's the same thing,
isn't it?

- No! No, it's very different.

(horse neighing)

- What's going on?
Lucy!

(horse neighing)

(horse whinnies)

Sugar!

- What happened?

- She's gone. Saddle up.

(peaceful music)

- Oh, you're busy.
I'll come back later.

- No, no. Just the man
I wanna see. Have a seat.

- Oh. Already?
This one?

- Mm-hmm.

(grunting)

Tidying up?

- I'm a big believer in order.

Both in town
and in my jail cells.

- Yeah, order is good.

- Glad we're of like mind.

You know, without order,
there's chaos.

Chaos is like snowball
going down a hill.

Just gets bigger and bigger
until it crushes

everything in it's path.

That's why, when there's any
hint of disorder,

I have to stomp it out.
Understand?

- Okay! I confess.

- Confess to what, exactly?

- I've learned the hard way

that there's two kinds of
women in this world.

The kind that'd ask you
to steal a Mountie's hat

and the kind that wouldn't.

Unfortunately, I fell in love
with the former.

- You stole a Mountie's hat?

- 10 years ago.

But I did it for love.

- Love?

- I thought it was mutual.

Turns out, all she was
interested in was the hat.

(exhales)

- The statute of limitations has
run out on all hat crimes.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

In fact, I think you can be
a real asset to me.

- Huh, how so?

- People congregate
in your restaurant

and you seem to have a good
grasp on the townsfolk.

- Right. Yeah, nothing happens
around here

without me knowing
about it.

- If you ever hear of anything
I should know...

I'd appreciate you
telling me.

- Woah, I'd be like a deputy?

- More like a concerned citizen.

- Good. Yeah, we'll work
together to make this town safe.

- Sounds like a plan.
- Alrighty.

- Mm-hmm.
- I'll just... yeah. Partner.

- Keep up the good work.
(laughing)

- Hey, hey, I heard the Mountie
was looking for you.

- Oh.
- What'd he want?

- Well, let's just say that

Fearless Fletcher has
a new sidekick in town.

(sighing)

(horse snorting)

(mysterious music)

- Do you see anything?

- Wolf tracks.

- One?

- No. A whole pack.

- Ah, you look a little
more relaxed.

- Yeah, doesn't take long
to get reacquainted

with creature comforts.

- I bet.

- Sam cleans up rather well,
don't you think?

- I'm thinking that...

that prospector is no prospect
for our wonderful daughter.

- So... how have you been off
in those mountains?

- Cold.

- I bet.

- I wanna talk to you
about something.

- Okay.

- Maggie. Hey Sam.

I got an order of tinctures
for you.

- Oh, right, um...
We'll talk later, okay?

- Sure.

- Sam.

- You needn't worry.

Maggie says that Sam isn't
interested in her.

- That's not what I see.

- What are you thinking, Nigel?

- We need to get Maggie out
of this town.

And I know just how
to do it.

(slurps tea)

(peaceful music)

- Let me give you a hand.

- Oh, I don't want to
trouble you.

- No trouble.

I, uh...
actually like folding.

It clears my mind.

- You have so much going on.
(sighing)

The last thing you need
is someone showing up

on your doorstep.

- Sometimes you don't know
what you need until it...

shows up on your doorstep.

- What do you mean?

- You're my aunt.

I have family.

Coming from where I've been,
that is...

...it's pretty special.

- Can I tell you something about
your mother and my sister?

- Please.

- I remember her talking about
wanting two girls.

Girls that would grow up
and look out for each other.

- She said that?

- You and Grace
were her dream come true.

And I know that she's looking
down from heaven,

so proud of what you're doing
and how you turned out.

(sighs)

- I... I wish you were staying
a little longer.

Just until I left for London.

- Do you mean that?

- Absolutely.

But, um...

I know you have to go meet
with your prospective clients.

- Clients come and go.

Family is forever.

(sentimental music)

- What are you saying?

- I'm saying that I would
love nothing more

than to spend more
time with you.

(Lillian chuckles)

- I have an aunt.

- And I have two nieces.

(outro music)

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