All language subtitles for When Hope Calls s02e05 Finding Our Way.eng

(narrator): Previously
on When Hope Calls.

- Um...

- Hate to see you
have an accident.

- Thank you.
- Any time.

- I wanna stay... and help out.

- What about your law practice?

- I can see clients
in Brookfield.

- Nora has decided to stay
and help out around here.

- If that's okay
with all of you.

(children): Yay!

- Then I struck gold.
- Gold?

(chuckling): It was
the motherload.

I'm rich.

- What have you heard
about the Lawrence Ranch?

Is it going up for sale?

- All I know is
Tess has her eye on it.

(gentle theme music)

(fork clanging)

(playful music)
- Who wants seconds?

You don't like my hotcakes?

- I'm still full
from dinner last night.

- Yeah... me too.

- Miss Eleanor's fried chicken
is the best I've ever had.

- It was so good.
- Where is Miss Eleanor?

- She had to go to town
to get some groceries.

But you can all
put your minds at ease,

she'll be making dinner again.

- Do we have to finish
everything on our plates?

- You can go out and play.

(children chuckling,
dishes clanging)

(joyful music)

- Are you okay, sweetheart?

(gasping): Oh.

I, uh, didn't realize
we had arrived.

Wonder why the driver
didn't tell me.

- Well, after a long ride,

sometimes the driver has more
pressing concerns to attend to.

Maggie Parsons.
- Hannah Lawrence.

- Any relationship
to Ray Lawrence?

- He was my uncle.

- My condolences.
- Thank you.

- Well, if you have
any maladies while you're here,

I run the infirmary.

- I'll keep that in mind.
- Nice to meet you.

- It's nice to meet you.

(footsteps approaching)

- Need a room?

- No, actually,
I need a telephone.

- Oh, unfortunately, the nearest
one's in the city of Clearwater.

But we do have
a telegraph office

right across the street though.

- Does your telegraph operator
deliver messages to the ranches?

- Uh, no, no. Ruth pretty much
sticks to town.

- That changes things.
I guess I will take a room.

- Oh, wonderful.
Your... your name, please.

- Hannah Lawrence.

(incredulously):
You're Ray's niece.

I-I really am very sorry
for your loss.

We all loved Ray Lawrence.

- Thank you.

(chuckling): I-I remember you.

You were this happy, energetic,
moppy-haired little girl.

That was what, uh...

- About 17 years ago.
- 17 years. Huh, long time.

(chuckling)

Well, I'll put you in room five.
There you are.

- Great. Thank you.
- You're welcome.

(playful music)

(muttering): I'll get that...

(grunting)

My uncle's foreman
will be meeting me here shortly.

- Wyatt?
- That's right.

- Well, I'll let him know
you've arrived.

- Great. Thank you.

- Just straight up
and around the corner.

- Great...

(joyful music,
children laughing)

- Legally, everything's
in order.

You've met the requirements,
having spent $100 a year

prospecting on the land
for the last five years.

- So, is it officially mine?

- Not until the government
returns the paperwork I filed.

- How long is that gonna take?
- I'm not sure.

(sighing): Bureaucracy.

It's the one thing that
all countries have in common.

- Until we get
the official paperwork,

my suggestion is you not mention
this gold find to anyone.

- Why?

- You don't want someone
contesting your ownership.

Or worse yet,

sneaking on your land
to mine it for gold.

- Mum's the word.
(dishes clattering)

(footsteps approaching)

(clicking tongue)
- Good morning, Eleanor.

- Maggie, Sam. How are you?

- I've gotta say,
we're doing pretty well.

- Good to hear.

Um, shall I make us all
a cup of tea?

I just got some treats
from Debbie's.

- Actually, we have plans,
if you're still free for lunch?

- Another time would be lovely.

- I'll be checking in with you.
- Of course.

- This came for Lillian.

It's from the Mountie's office
in Clearwater.

There's a child ready to be
transferred to the orphanage.

Can you go pick her up?

- I can...

but there might be a problem.

- What?

- Well, the Mounties might not
release the child to me.

The record doesn't list me
as a caretaker here in New Hope.

- When Lillian arrives in London

perhaps we can get her to send
the proper documentation.

- That's not gonna help
the child in Clearwater

right now.

(hopeful music)

(Curtis): Always
a beautiful sight.

- That it is.

You checked the fencing
in the east pasture?

- Yes ma'am. All mended.
- Good.

- You know,
you keep growing this herd,

we're not gonna have
enough pasture land

to feed all these cattle.

- Yeah, that's why we need more.

- Pasture land?

- And some's recently
come available.

- You plannin' on bidding
on the Lawrence Ranch?

(joyful music)

- Whoa!

(indistinct chatter)

- Wyatt!

- How's it going, Ronnie?
- Good, good.

Oh, uh, Hannah Lawrence is--
- No need.

- Right. Coffee black?
Extra strong?

- Not today.
- Okay.

(utensils clanging)

- You must be Miss Lawrence.

- You must be Mr. Parker.
Nice to meet you, have a seat.

- I brought the wagon. We should
head out before it gets dark.

- I'm not going to
the ranch today.

- Why not?

- Well, I have to stay close
to the telegraph office.

- Then why I am here?

- Obviously, I made
these plans before knowing

there wasn't
a telephone in town.

- How is that obvious?

- Still, we can make good use
of your time.

I have lots of questions.

- And I have your uncle's ranch
to run, so...

- Promise we won't be long.

- Miss Lawrence,

I just received this telegram
back from a Francoise Denault.

- Thank you.
I'll just be one moment.

(playful music, sighing)

Please send
the following response.

"Francoise, I've arrived
in Brookfield. Stop.

Auction for my uncle's ranch
will be in a few days. Stop.

In the meantime,

we do not want the work on
my new boutique to stop. Stop."

- Oh, and that second stop
is a period?

- Threaten the builder
with legal action

if he tries to hold us up.

- You know... I do charge
by the word?

- Not a problem.
(Wyatt sighing)

"If a telephone conversation
is required,

I can always ride out to
the city of Clearwater. Stop."

Thank you so much, Ruth.
Mr. Parker?

Where did he go?

- Did you know Ray Lawrence?

- Not well, he rarely
came into town.

- Sounds like she's selling
his ranch at auction.

- What are you thinking?

- I'm wondering what it'd be
like to own a ranch.

- Well, the world's about
to become your oyster,

so you could own a ranch
if you wanted to, but...

- But what?

- Well, what do you know
about running one?

- Not a thing... yet.

(chuckling)

(peaceful music)

(wood splitting)

(clearing throat): Good
afternoon, Mountie Fletcher.

- Good afternoon.
(exhales)

I'm afraid I only know you
by your first name.

Is it... Miss...? Mrs...?

- It's Miss Anderson,
but you can call me Nora.

- Call me, Michael.
What can I do for you?

- Are you going to be staying on
as the town Constable?

- Temporarily.
Till Gabriel comes back.

- I was hoping
that you'd be so kind

as to join me
to Clearwater tomorrow.

- Because...?

- There's an orphan at
the juvenile facilities there.

I might have difficulties
getting her released to my care.

It would be helpful
if you were there

to vouch for me.

- Helpful is in
my job description.

Road trip sounds great.

- Thank you... Michael.

9 a.m.?

- Sure... Nora.

(chuckling)

(wood splitting)

(children laughing)

- I wish you were
bringing back a boy.

Then he could be on my team.

- Yeah, now the girls
will outnumber us!

- I'm sure she'll be very nice,
but it's time to clean up.

Boys?

Boys, come on.
Put your pillows away.

(laughing continues)

Boys.

(sudden clapping)

- Stop.

Did you hear, Miss Nora?

It's time to
put the pillows away

and tidy up before dinner.

- Okay, Miss Eleanor.

- Thank you.

(joyful music)

Boys can be challenging.

(dishes clanging)

- Apparently, not for you.

- I've been doing this
a long time.

(sighing): Lillian and Grace
were orphans.

They could relate
to these children.

You bring a lot of experience.
What do I bring?

(tender music)

- The fact that you
question yourself.

- What do you mean?

- The fact that you question
yourself means that you care.

(objects clanging)

And that is exactly what
these children need right now.

(chuckling)

(metallic clanging,
children laughing)

(joyful music)

- Are we ready to order?

- Yes, I'll have these...
what's this?

- Ronnie. Can I get
a coffee to go?

- I was just in the middle...
I'll grab it real quick.

- I'm sorry, but didn't you see
I was in the middle of ordering?

- I thought you were tending
to your fancy getup.

- I was doing both.
- Ah, well, he'll be right back.

The way some people
just can't hold their horses.

- Some people act like
they own the place.

- Some people actually do.
Well, half of it, anyway.

- Here you go, Tess.
- Thank you.

You have a good day.

- You see anything you like?

- Lots.

- Since when do you buy
from a catalogue?

- There's more to this world
than the general store, Ben.

(laughing)

No offense.

(playful music)

Can I borrow this for a minute?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

Maggie. You like this dress?

- Yeah, it's beautiful.

- I could order it for you.

- I appreciate the thought,
but you heard Nora.

Nobody should know
you're coming into money.

- It's just a dress.

- Now is not the time
to start spending your gold.

- Gold...? What gold?

(hesitantly): That's just
an expression.

Means he shouldn't be
wasting his time--

- Looking at things
I can't afford.

- Hmm. Never heard
that expression before.

(quietly): No buying stuff.

(sighing): You're right.

But I can be planning
what to buy.

Excuse me.

Hey, Tess. Can I have a word?

- Yeah, sure.

- I was wondering if you might
have a job opening at the ranch?

- Maybe, what kind of ranch hand
experience you got?

- None.

- Ranch life is hard and I don't
have time to teach you.

- It can't be harder
than breaking rock,

which I've been doing
most of my adult life.

- You've got the body, I'm just
not sure you got the will.

(water jug sloshing)

- Okay, I'll tell you what.
(Tess sighing)

I'll work for free for one week.

If I don't prove myself,
don't hire me.

(chuckling): Deal.

- Great.

- Lucy's working
the south pasture today,

but my ranch hand, Curtis,
will be expecting you.

(clicks tongue): I am getting
a taste of the ranch life.

- You won't find that
in a catalogue.

- Right on time.

- You ready?
- Yup.

(sighing): Let's see...
I have our lunch.

Assume we don't pass
any eating establishments.

Water, I have my briefcase...

An extra meal,
if we get delayed.

- We'll only be gone
a few hours.

- I believe in being prepared
for the unexpected.

- I can see that.
(grunting)

- Shall we?

- Oh, you want the reins.

- Is that okay?

- It's your wagon.

(clicking tongue)

(wagon clattering)

(playful music)

(Hannah sighing)

- Excuse me. Do you have
a horse and wagon for hire?

- I'm sorry,
everything I have is out.

- You don't have anything?

- Well, I do have something.
- Great.

- But it's not exactly a horse.

And it's not exactly a wagon.

(wagon clattering)

- How long you've been
working at the orphanage?

- Uh, I've been in town
for just over a week.

Lillian's my niece
and I'm helping out

while she's in London
to be with her sister.

- What do you do otherwise?

- I'm a lawyer.
I recently left my practice

and relocated
from San Francisco.

- What kind of law you practice
in San Francisco?

- All kinds, including
some defense work.

- Ah, so you've represented
guilty people.

- Not everyone who's been
charged with a crime is guilty.

- People I arrest are.

- Always?

- Almost always.

- Almost isn't always.

- Is what you do gratifying?

- You mean what I did?

- So I guess the answer's no.

- Do you treat
every conversation

like an interrogation?

- Me? What about
"almost isn't always"?

(Nora sighing)
Talk about interrogating.

- One, that's not a word.

And two, maybe we
should take a break

from saying any words right now.

- Fine.

(Nora scoffing)

(birds chirping,
light guitar music)

- Oh, she's a beauty.

- Yeah, she is.

- Some say she's the fastest
horse in the valley.

- Possible.

- Or maybe she just has
the best rider?

(chuckling): Also possible.

(laughing)

To what do I owe
the pleasure, Tess?

(sighing): I'm gonna be straight
with you, Wyatt.

I'm hoping to buy this ranch.

Well, I expect you're not
alone in that.

- Oh, I bet.

Prime bottomland, valley's best
access to fresh water.

I suspect you're right.

- Well, you can bid at
the auction like everyone else.

- What if your best offer
came before the auction?

Come on, you know me, Wyatt.
I'd do right by the herd.

Carry on how Ray'd want.

And of course, I'd want you
to run these pastures.

- Well, that won't be
my decision, Tess.

(wagon approaching)

It'll be hers.

(donkey braying)

- Whoa.
(donkey braying)

(playful music)

(scoffing): Come on, Wyatt.

Look at her,
she looks like she could use

all the good advice
she could get.

And I'm hoping
you give it to her.

Tess Stewart.

- Hannah Lawrence.
(Tess sighing)

- I, uh, yeah, I wanna apologize

if we got off on the wrong foot
yesterday. My fault.

- A Stewart?
- Yeah.

- I remember you
and your husband

had a small ranch.

- Well, it's much bigger now.

Unfortunately, my husband
passed several years ago.

I... just want to say
how sorry I am about Ray.

He was a good friend.
- Thank you.

- Well, I best be getting back.

Anything you could do
to help would be appreciated.

(sighing): You disappeared
yesterday.

- Yeah, well, you seemed busy,

and like I said,
I had work to do.

- I should get settled.

(joyful music)

(playful music)

- Hello!

Curtis, is it?
- Yeah.

- I'm Sam. Sam Tremblay.

Tess told me I should
report to you?

(grunting): Yeah.
Heard about you.

You're the one up and decided
to become a ranch hand.

- That's right.

(sighing): Sure you know what
you're getting yourself into?

- I aim to find out.

- Okay, well, let's get started
by repairing this corral.

Some of these posts
have come loose.

Let's see what
you're made of, Sam.

- Got it.
(sighing)

(wagon clattering,
birds chirping)

- Whoa.

(peaceful music)

- I'll take him to the stream.

- I'll set up lunch.

(grunting)

- We can eat in the wagon.

- You know what?
I'm gonna stretch my legs.

I'm gonna set up in the field.

- Suit yourself.

(sighing)

- You know? Not everyone of
my clients was a bad person.

- Sure. Whatever you say.

(huffing)

(snake rattling, menacing music)

(gasping)

Don't move!

- Watch out!

(intense music)

Oh, god!
(shrieking)

(breathing heavily)

Thank you.

- Maybe next time
we both eat in the wagon?

(calm music)

(sighing)

- Alright, boss.

Ambrose is putting out
the salt licks.

- Okay.

Oh, Miss Lawrence,

this is Fenton,
one of our ranch hands.

- Pleased to meet you.
(sighs)

- What's going on?

- I wanna go see him.

(joyful music)

(clicking tongue)

- So, what made you want
to become a Mountie?

- Wanted to help people.

What made you want
to become a lawyer?

- Believe it or not,
same reason.

- So, how's all that
legal training

working out for you
at the orphanage?

- Some of my organizational
skills come into play,

but the truth is...
I'm a work in progress.

Still, it's worth it.

- I bet.
(groaning)

- What's that?

- Nothing...

- Did the snake do that?

- It's just a small bite.

- From a rattlesnake!

- Through the pants.
Not a lot of venom.

- Okay. We need to get
the venom out,

go see a doctor, do something!

- I'll be okay.

- You don't know that.
- I do. Been bit before.

- How many times?
- Three? This makes four?

I've developed a tolerance.

- When I was younger,

I saw a man die
from a rattlesnake bite.

- It's important I remain calm.
Slows the venom.

You talking about death
is counterproductive.

- So is not seeing a doctor!

(sighing): I'll have a rough go,
but it'll pass.

(groaning, suspenseful music)

- Not bad.

(grunting): Turns out
fixing things is the same

whether you're in town
or on a ranch.

- You were prospecting
before this. You quit that?

- No, no. Just...
considering my options.

- Mm-hmm.

- Hey, how do you like
the ranch life?

- Me?

Grew up on the ranch.
That's all I know.

- There's lots to love.

- I suppose. If you don't mind
a lot of hard work.

- No. Being outdoors,

taking what you can
from the land.

There are similarities
to prospecting.

- Differences too.

- It'd be great to sit out here
on my porch after a long day

and take it all in.

- Here's a tip. If you wanna
last here on the Stewart Ranch,

I'd suggest
a little less dreaming.

Lot more working.

(sighing)

- Yes, sir...

(peaceful music, sighing)

- When's the last time
you were on a horse?

- My last summer here.
17 years ago.

- Your uncle Ray
always talked about you.

- He did?

- Yeah. All those summers
you spent here.

He was always meaning
to visit you in St. Louis.

- I was meaning
to come back and see him.

(horse blowing)

- Well, unfortunately,
time waits for no man.

- Or woman.

- Still, he always
appreciated your letters.

(bird chirping)

- He left the gate open
all night,

now half his cattle
are missing,

so if you could go check on that
for me, huh?

(clearing throat): Hello.

- Well, if it isn't
Michael Fletcher.

- How're you doing, Jim?
- Not bad. Not bad at all.

So what brings you
to Clearwater?

- I'm here with Miss Anderson.

It's about New Hope Orphanage
in Brookfield.

- I'm a lawyer with an office
here in Clearwater.

I understand that you're holding
a 15-year-old child

by the name of Jenny

in your juvenile
detention facility.

Is she being charged?

- Well, she stole
a hunk of cheese,

but the grocer
isn't pressing any charges.

Record shows she ran away from
the Hamilton Charitable Home

earlier this year.

- As you can see
on this telegram,

the Children's Bureau
contacted New Hope

and asked if we had room
for Jenny.

And we do. So, I'd like to
take custody of her.

- This telegram is addressed
to Miss Lillian Walsh.

What's your connection with her?

- She's my niece.

I'm helping at the orphanage,
while she's out of the country.

- Does the Children's Bureau
know that Lillian Walsh

is out of the country?

- Yes...

but she didn't tell them
that I would be there.

It was kind of
a last minute thing.

- Well then we may
have a problem.

- Do you really think
that Jenny is better off

in detention instead of a home?

- Come on, Jim.
I can vouch for Miss Anderson.

Have a heart.

(suspenseful music)

(clearing throat): Fine.

I'll have her brought out.

- Hey, Debbie.
- Hi.

- I will have a peanut butter
cookie, please.

- Of course, coming right up.

So... things seem to be
progressing between you and Sam?

- Not officially, but--

- Good. You wouldn't want
to be spending your gold

on a man who's oblivious.

(playful music)
- Excuse me?

- Wasting your time.

- Right. No.

I will not be spending
my gold with Sam

and he won't be
spending his gold either.

With me or with anyone.

(breathing heavily)

(emotional music)

- Did he suffer?

- No.

Heart attack hit him quick.

He was chopping wood.

- He loved his ranch.

He, uh, he loved everything
about his life.

- I'll give you some time.

- Thank you.

(sniffling)

- It's not hot in here.

(playful music)
- I run hotter than most.

- Especially after getting
bitten by a rattlesnake.

- You have an odd way
of saying thank you.

- I just don't want you to die!

- Here she is.

- Hi, Jenny. My name is Nora.

- It's nice to meet you,
Miss Nora.

- Did she come
with any belongings?

- She came in with only
the clothes on her back.

- I'd like for you to come stay
with us at New Hope Orphanage.

Is that okay with you?

- That would be nice.

- Great.

(pleasant music)

Jenny, do you mind me asking
what happened to your parents?

- They died in an accident
when I was 12.

- I'm so sorry.
(emotional music)

And that's when you were put
in the Hamilton Charitable Home?

- No. I'm from Ohio, and I was
put in an orphanage there.

- How did you end up
in Hamilton?

- When I was young,

my dad told me
he had a sister, so...

...last year, I ran away,
hoping to find her.

- Had you ever been to Hamilton?

- No.

- How did you get
from Ohio to there?

- I... snuck onto
a freight train.

- What about your aunt?

- I never found her.

Maybe she got married,
I don't know.

- How did you end up
in the Hamilton Orphanage?

- I was... found...
sleeping in a park.

- And that's when
you ran away again.

- The people were mean.
- Who?

- Well, just some of
the older girls and...

...the people in charge.

(scoffing): That sounds
terrible.

- I... thought I could
make it on my own.

- How did you get by?

- I found small jobs.

You know, cleaning houses,
running errands.

Sometimes I'd ask for
food or money,

but I never stole anything until
I took that piece of cheese.

I am... I am not a thief.
I promise.

- I believe you.

- Okay, sign here
for the release.

(grunting)

- Okay, we have got to get you
to an infirmary.

- What's wrong?

- Mountie Fletcher
was bitten by a rattlesnake.

- Again?

- I'll be fine, it isn't
as bad as the first time.

(sighing): You got it...

(grunting)

- How's he doing?

- Had my doubts.
But the boy's doing good.

- Good. We'll take
the free week of work

and put him on the payroll.

Let's get that hay up into
the loft tonight, huh?

- Will do.

(birds chirping, joyful music)

- I'm not sure that
they would've released Jenny

without you there.

- Thank you, Mountie Fletcher.

- You're both welcome.

- Promise you'll go see Maggie?

- She already had to help me
when I aggravated an old wound.

I don't want to be
a burden to her.

- I think she'll survive.

You, on the other hand,
I'm not sure about.

(snickering)

- Every child, except one,
who grew up--

- We're back!

Everyone, this is Jenny.

- Hi.
- Welcome, Jenny. I'm Eleanor.

And this is Annie.
- Hi.

- Art.
- Hi.

- Steve.
- Hi.

- Ruby.
- Hi.

- Charlotte and Wally.

We're all very happy
you're joining us.

- Thank you.

(scoffing): Annie,
you're not the oldest anymore.

- I'm still older than you!

- It's not a competition.

- Annie, why don't you
and the girls

show Jenny her new room?

- Sure.
- Come on, we'll show you!

- Miss Lillian's
usually in charge,

but she's on her way
to London right now.

- I sleep here.

- And I sleep over here.
You'll sleep on top.

- I think you're gonna
like it here.

- Yeah. Miss Eleanor
and Miss Nora are really nice.

- We all have to do
chores though.

And I'm sure they'll
enroll you in school.

- Uh, I'm new,
so I'll rely on all of you

to show me what to do.

Especially you, Annie.
You seem to know a lot.

- Looking good. You might just
make it as a ranch hand.

(laughing)

- I feel like one.
(grunting)

(groaning): I gotta say,
it's pretty satisfying.

(sneezing)
- Mm. God bless you.

- Thanks.

(sneezing repeatedly)

- You alright there, buddy?

(grunting): Yeah...

(chuckling)
Yeah...

- Where's your cabin?
- Up by the north pasture.

You sure you wanna stay here?
Not at the hotel?

(horse neighing)
- I'll be fine.

- Suit yourself. Night.

- Good night.

(calm music)

(panting)

- I thought your leg had healed.

(groaning): It has.
This is another matter.

I got a little bite.

- Bug?
- Rattlesnake.

- Where?

(playful music)
- Here.

(unzipping pant leg)

Watch it! Those are
government issued.

- That's the least
of my concerns right now.

How long?

- It's been hours.
- That's too long.

- It's not the first time.
I'll be okay.

I just need something
for the swelling and pain.

- You haven't been in
Brookfield long

and you've already had
a knee injury

and got a snake bite.

(muttering): Story of my life.

- Do you look for trouble
or does trouble look for you?

- I'm still trying to
figure that out.

(crickets chirping)

(curious music)

(crackling sound)

(gasping)

- Get! Go... go away! Shoo! Go!

(sighing)

(muttering): No... no, no, no!

(crickets chirping, soft music)

- There's no secret.
Cooking just takes practice.

- Don't sell yourself short,
Eleanor. You're a great cook.

- Just remember,
if all else fails,

peanut butter and jelly
will always do the trick.

(both laughing,
knock at the door)

- Oh. I'll get it.

- Last time someone knocked
this late it was you.

Does Miss Lillian
have another aunt?

- That would be news to me.

Hello.

- Hi. Would you happen
to have any matches?

I'm staying at
my uncle's ranch...

or for now, I guess, my ranch.

- Come in.

I'm Nora. This is Eleanor.

- Hello.

- I'm Hannah.
Sorry to disturb you.

I arrived yesterday
to wrap up my uncle's estate

and I'm literally
stuck there in the dark.

- Well, come in.
Join us for supper.

- I don't want to bother you.

- It's no bother.
Please, join us.

- Okay. Something smells good.
(women chuckling)

- That's Miss Eleanor's cooking.
(laughing)

- And you don't wanna miss it.

- Come on in.
- Come on.

- Thank you.
- We were just setting up.

Make yourself at home.

- Pardon me for asking,

but do orphanages
generally look like this?

(chuckling): No, this one
is different.

- It was established to be
more like a home.

- I... I love it here.
(emotional music)

- That's really great
to hear, Jenny.

- So you're staying at
the Lawrence Ranch?

- That's right.

- You don't look like
any rancher I've ever seen.

- What does she look like?

- Like a fancy lady.

- Actually, I do own a fancy
dress shop in St. Louis.

- It shows in your style.

- Thank you.

- It's late. Why don't you
stay the night?

- You've already been so kind.

- If you don't like
a dark house,

you will certainly
not like the dark woods.

(chuckling)

- Thank you.

(crickets chirping)

(footsteps approaching)

- Thank you,
I really appreciate it.

- I have firsthand knowledge

that this sofa
is very comfortable.

- Oh, I'm sure it'll be great.

- How long are you in town?

- Not long.

My uncle passed away
and left me his ranch.

I'll be putting it up for
auction in the next few days.

- I'm a lawyer.

If you need any help with
the paperwork, let me know.

- You're a lawyer

and you're running
this orphanage?

- I'm just helping out
until my niece returns.

- That's very kind of you.

- It's the least I could do.

Long story...
(chuckling)

Well...

- Perfect.
(emotional music)

(quietly): Amen.

- Please, God,
take care of Miss Lillian

who's on her way to London
to see her sister.

And please take care of
Miss Eleanor and Miss Nora.

They are taking care of us now.

- And thank you
for bringing us Jenny.

We hope she likes it here.

- Thank you, Lord,
for leading me to a safe place

and for the kindness, food,
and clothes I've received.

(horse neighing)

- Whoa...

I was just at
your uncle's ranch.

I wanted to talk to you.

- Okay.

(curious music)
- It's an offer. For your ranch.

I got a line of credit
from the bank to back that up.

Now it's a fair price...

and it gets you back home
to where you're from

sooner rather than later.

- My experience in negotiations

is that the first offer
is never the best.

- I don't know your experience,

but around here, we're pretty
straight with people.

- I don't really know you.

So why should I trust
that this is a fair price?

- You don't have to trust me.
You can talk to Wyatt.

(horse neighing)

(footsteps approaching)

- Good morning. What ails you?

(gasping): Sam! What happened?

- Hay.
(chuckling)

- Aw, you're allergic.
- It seems so.

- You're gonna have to
find something else

to do with your "you know what".

(chuckling)
Come have a seat.

Yup. Just here.

- Can we talk?
- Yup.

- Tess stopped by
and gave me an offer.

$15,000.

What do you think?
Think that's a good price?

- I think you could do better.

(emotional music)

- What do you think
the ranch is worth?

- To your uncle Ray?
It was priceless.

(soft piano music)

- Where's Jenny?
I didn't see her outside.

- She wasn't setting the table
with the other children.

- Annie told her
we all had to help out.

- I'm gonna go check up on her.

(footsteps approaching)

Jenny?

- Yes?

- Breakfast is ready.

- Okay. Thank you.

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