All language subtitles for When calls the heart S01 Afl.1.English

[♪]

[Elizabeth thatcher]: Perhaps it was hubris

or just stubborn pride that
set me on my journey west.

My first instinct

was to refuse the offer of a teaching post

in Coal Valley.

My education certainly
qualified me for the post,

but I feared my privileged upbringing

might leave me ill-prepared and unequipped

to brave the hardships
and dangers out west.

It was my sister, Julie,
who bolstered my resolve

because she so doubted my fortitude.

She'd tried to frighten
me with tales of cowboys,

whiskey-runners and outlaws,

but it only emboldened my determination

to prove to her and my parents
that I am Elizabeth Thatcher,

a strong, independent, capable woman.

[Yelping in fright]

I can face any obstacle with
courage, grace and dignity.

[♪]

Hello.

Good afternoon.

I'm Elizabeth Thatcher.

I'm your new teacher.

Well, hello.

I'm Abigail Stanton.

Cat Montgomery.

Florence Blakeley.

We were expecting you two days ago.

Yes, I'm sorry.

The stagecoach was robbed,

and my belongings were stolen.

I... I traveled by foot for hours

before I was rescued.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine. Thank you.

Why don't we go somewhere

we can all sit down and have a nice chat?

Follow me, Miss Thatcher.

Thank you.

[Abigail stanton]: This teaching post

is one of the only things

the Pacific Northwest Mining Company

no longer owns.

We mothers decided

to take charge of our
children's education...

Please, sit down.

So we started a school.

Unfortunately, the church burned,

and the classroom is currently located

here in the saloon.

The...

The school is in the saloon?

It's the only place big enough

to hold our children, Miss Thatcher.

We had requested

a mature, experienced teacher,

someone who would not
shrink from the challenges

that Coal Valley presents.

I realize I'm perhaps
not what you expected,

but I assure you I am acquainted

with the most modern teaching theories,

the superintendent of schools did tell you

what happened here?

No, he didn't.

[Sighs]

Three months ago,

there was a terrible explosion in the mine.

47 brave men lost their lives,

and many of us lost our husbands

and our sons.

Many of our children
became fatherless that day.

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

What she's saying

is that we don't have any need for a...

A princess.

I assure you I am not a...

It would be the mothers

who are paying your salary.

For many of us,

our children are the
only thing we have left,

and, well,

their education is all
that we have control over,

so whomever

we entrust them to

must be fearless.

You would not just be teaching them

to read and write,

you will be fighting for their future.

"Ipsa scientia potestas est."

In Latin, that means

"knowledge itself is power."

You need to get back on the stagecoach

and go back to Latin,

or wherever it is you come from.

Please, just... I've come so far.

Just give me a chance
to prove myself to you.

Well, it will take the stagecoach

one week to return.

We could give her a short try.

In the meantime,

there's a teacherage where you can stay

and get settled.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

I promise, I am not afraid of
rolling up my sleeves and...

[Screams]

Sorry. I'm so sorry.

Vermin and I are not usually
on such friendly terms.

One week is going to be a long time.

[♪]

[Birds chirping]

[♪]

[Coughing]

[Pours water]

Oh, my gosh...

[Wolf howls outside]

[Wolf howling distantly]

Elizabeth.

You're up early.

I hope you were able to sleep
after what happened last night.

I wanted to apologize
before I left for the school.

I had no idea

my dress was hanging so
close to the fire, and...

And, of course, I will reimburse the town

for burning down the teacherage...

Elizabeth, it's okay.

It was an old building.

[Chuckles]

Thank you for taking me in

and for loaning me these clothes and...

You must think I'm silly and incompetent.

No.

I know how hard it is
to come to a new place

and find your footing.

When my husband, Noah, and I

first moved to Coal
Valley with our son, Peter,

we were so young.

We didn't know anything.

But we found our way,

and I know you'll find your way, too.

Thank you for saying that.

That's very kind of you.

Well, I'm off for my first day of school.

Good luck.

I know the first few
days might be a bit bumpy,

but I have every confidence in you.

Thank you.

I'm a qualified teacher.

I trained at one of the best colleges.

I can do this.

I can absolutely do this.

My Rosaleen can't see the blackboard

if she's in the back.

She needs to be in the front.

Oh, uh, that's fine.

My boy's a whiz with numbers,
but can't spell a lick.

My mama says she's glad you're here.

I'm glad to be here, too.

Morning.

Good morning.

I got cheese for lunch.

Oh, I like cheese.

You give out schoolwork for home?

Uh, I hadn't...

I think work should be done in class

and not at my supper table.

We're paying your salary, you know?

Yes, well, I plan to...

I want my son to be smart

so he don't have to work in no coal mine.

You hear me?

Ladies, ladies, please,

let's give Miss Thatcher
a little breathing room.

We should feel blessed

that she has come this
far to teach our children

in these less than ideal circumstances.

"Whoso neglects learning in his youth

loses the past and is dead to the future."

I was quoting euripides.

I... [clears throat]

I'm sorry, I just need a drink.

Not a drink-drink...

I don't drink.

Good day.

I'd like to talk about
what I expect from you .

I expect you

to pay attention when I'm speaking.

I expect you to raise your hand

when you would like to speak.

Please don't leave your seats
without asking, and please...

[Distant whistle blows]

... please, don't talk while I am...

Children, wait!

You didn't ask for permission!

Oh!

Sit down, please. Stop!

You're already breaking my rules!

I'm warning you, everyone

who leaves this classroom
without permission...

Miss Thatcher?

... a written notice to their parents.

Miss Thatcher?

Yes. What is it?

I'm Rachel and no disrespect,

but you shouldn't try and stop 'em.

And why is that?

The whistle is from the mine.

It means some more of the
daddies have been found.

- Found?
- Yes, ma'am.

Now their folks can take
'em and bury 'em proper.

[Distant whistle blows]

Everyone, follow me.

Neighbors,

we have done what we promised.

Today, we dug out the last of the lost men.

Now, I know that these past few months

have left us all feeling like...

Well, like, there ain't
nothing right in this world.

But besides finding

the brave men who lost their lives,

we found something else today.

And I hope it'll bring comfort

to at least one Coal Valley family.

[Murmurs and gasps from crowd]

What's it say, teacher?

"Forgive me, pa."

Ladies, I promise

that I'll take good care of this plank

until it's decided what
we're going to do with it.

The miner, one of our own...

Spent his last minutes

on this earth

writing those words to his family.

We should be the ones
who decides where it goes.

[Crowd murmuring in agreement]

I'm going back to my office, Mr. Spurlock.

Kindly step aside, Mr. Palmer.

This ain't your decision, Mr. Gowen.

This is a matter

for the miners and the widows to decide,

and you're neither, sir.

Step aside now, Mr. Palmer.

Or what?

Or you'll run me down?

Is that what you want, Mr. Gowen, huh?

One more dead miner!

Break it up.

Move back.

Who is that, Miss Thatcher?

That's a mountie.

Sir?

Would you like to tell me
what's behind this commotion?

We had a mine disaster
in this town recently.

I'm aware of that.

Today...

This was found,

but the identity

of the deceased miner who wrote it

is unclear.

Now, understandably,

everyone is very emotional about it...

But this a distraction
that we can ill afford.

No one is gonna be thinking about that job

until we find the owner of that message.

There is no reason why both
can't happen at the same time.

Folks, the only fair way
to judge who should have it

is for all the widows

to submit a sample of
their husband's writing

to Mr. Gowen as evidence.

I'm sure he can come to
a decision in three days.

And who might you be, young man?

Name is Jack Thornton.

I'm the new Constable of Coal Valley.

"Baskets contain... "

Oh. Hello.

I didn't know anyone else was here.

Good morning.

I'm staying in one of the rooms upstairs

until something more
permanent can be arranged.

I'm Elizabeth Thatcher,
I'm the new teacher here,

but I guess you've probably
already gathered that.

Constable Jack Thornton,

but I guess you've already gathered that.

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid I may have left
you with some of my chalk dust.

No. No chalk dust.

Now I feel cheated.

I have to say I'm a little surprised

that Coal Valley merits
a full-time mountie.

That makes two of us.

My original posting was in Cape Fullerton,

but that suddenly changed.

Oh.

I imagine Coal Valley will
be a little quieter for you

than a busy shipping port

like that.

Wait,

you know the place?

Very well.

My father has done
business in Cape Fullerton

for many years.

And what's your father's name?

William Thatcher.

William Thatcher the shipping tycoon?

Well, I don't think of him that way,

but, yes, I suppose he is.

Now it's all making sense.

What is?

Miss Thatcher,

a week ago,

I had never even heard of Coal Valley,

and while I was planning
my trip to Cape Fullerton,

I was told I was being reassigned here,

reassigned at the request
of a very powerful man.

Surely, you don't think that...

What, that a very wealthy man's daughter

might be why I now have to eat coal dust

for the next God knows how long?

I'm absolutely sure that's why I'm here,

to keep William Thatcher's princess

from stubbing her toe

in a town she had no business coming to.

To be candid, sir,

I think you're way
off-base with that remark,

and just so we're clear,

even if my father did pull
strings to get you here,

I don't need you.

I can take care of my own stubbed toes,

thank you very much.

You know, on second thought,

it's obvious I won't have to be here long,

because you won't last a
month in a town like this.

Well, Constable Thornton, I
think you'd better settle in

and get used to a steady diet of coal dust.

I'm a Thatcher.

We don't run from a challenge.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have reading materials
to prepare for my students.

Good day to you, sir.

"Therefore,

I am strongly requesting an
immediate transfer to a new post.

Salutations, Constable Jack Thornton."

If that's it,

I will get this sent right away, Constable.

"Safety violation... "

[Door opens]

You compare his signature
on our marriage license

to that piece of wood,

and you'll see it's the same writing.

I was asleep when he left
for the mine that day.

That board is his goodbye
to me and my children.

Thank you.

I'll consider it, Mrs. Crocker.

Next!

Good morning, Mrs. Montgomery.

My Joseph left little notes
like that all the time.

He would be working nights

and I would find them by the ice box,

or on my pillow.

It makes sense to me

that, well, he'd leave
one last note for us.

I'll let you know.

Thank you.

Next!

Who can identify this part of speech?

Is it a noun?

A verb?

Anyone?

[Sighs]

It's a verb.

All right, boys and girls, listen up,

may I have your attention, please?

I'd like to see all of your eyes.

Your parents have charged me
with giving you an education,

so you can become anything you wish.

Maybe a doctor,

or a dentist...

You're dead wrong.

Boys, remember the rules.

No talking while I'm talking.

Is too! Ma says my pappy wrote it.

Boys, you're not listening to me.

Take it back!

Stop it!

Stop it this minute!

[Kids shout encouragements]

Boys, stop it!

[Yelps]

[Class falls silent]

[Whimpers]

Ah, Elizabeth, just in time for dinner.

Would you mind setting the table for three?

Remember how you said

the first few days might be a little bumpy?

Well, you were right.

Oh.

Black and blue, too, it appears.

What happened?

Some boys got in a tussle
over the message on the wood.

I stepped in the middle
and caught the worst of it.

Never step between two coal boys

when they're mixing it up.

[Sighing]

I need to get them
interested in their lessons,

but I've never been through

anything like what
they've been through before

and I don't know how to help them.

When my Peter was little, I
was the only teacher he had.

He was so bored during his lessons,

sometimes, he would nod off
like an old man in a rocker.

[Chuckling]

So, what did you do?

Levity.

I added a little levity

to the learning.

Levity...

[Knock on door]

Would you mind?

You.

You?

Nice shiner.

It's my first, actually,
but I think I earned it.

Got those bags packed yet?

Why?

Had your fill of coal dust already?

Good evening, Constable.

Evening, Mrs. Stanton.

We're glad you could make supper

on short notice.

To tell you the truth,

I'm not too popular in town yet.

Supper invitations
aren't exactly pouring in.

Well, we're very happy to have you here,

aren't we, Elizabeth?

"Happy" isn't the word for it.

Do you like it?

Very much, ma'am.

The artist has a wonderful grasp of color

and composition.

You know art, do you?

A little.

My mother taught me

to appreciate different
techniques and subjects.

Is she an artist herself?

No.

A teacher.

A most honorable profession.

In any event, a very talented artist.

Was...

My late husband, God rest his soul.

"Noah Stanton."

Mm.

So, Constable, why the mounties?

Yes, Constable,

please tell us why someone like yourself

chose such an honorable profession.

And while we're at it,

how did you come to be in Coal Valley?

Why don't you answer that question?

I'm sure I wouldn't know.

In that case, just lucky,

I guess.

But as to being a mountie,

that is in my blood.

My father made a career
of being a peace officer,

and my mother told me

never let a day go by
without serving somebody else.

My son, Peter,

considered joining the
royal northwest mounties,

but his father convinced him

that coal mining was
also a noble profession.

It is, ma'am.

One of the noblest.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I can't imagine

how hard it must have been for you

to have them both go
into that mine every day.

Well, most days, I didn't
think about it, you know?

I just went about my business,

and I pretended I didn't
know what they were doing,

or how deep into that
Mountain they really were.

And then their shift would end,

and in they'd come,

sometimes laughing, sometimes grousing,

always covered in that coal dust.

Did they ever talk about the danger?

He didn't need to.

It's an unspoken contract

that every coal miner makes
between himself and his family.

Mrs. Stanton,

can you tell me what you remember

about the day of the explosion?

I'm sure Mrs. Stanton
doesn't want to discuss

that subject now.

It's okay, Elizabeth.

I don't mind.

I remember...

Everything.

The explosion was so loud,

it shattered windows and
rattled the whole house.

Then it dawned on me what had happened.

No one said a word.

We didn't need to.

All we could think to do was run.

There are no words for what we felt,

what was in our hearts.

But they never came home.

Thank you so much for coming, Constable.

Was it really necessary

to make her relive the
worst day of her life?

I'm inquisitive.

I gather information,
it's part of who I am.

It's insensitive,

but, apparently, that's
part of who you are, too.

You won't have to deal
with me for very long.

I put in a transfer request,

and I am hoping for a quick response.

Good,

because this town does
not require the services

of a second-rate mountie
who runs from a challenge.

I hardly consider this town a challenge.

Really?

It seems to me

that a town whose church
burns to the ground,

and whose mine explodes,

killing half the town's population,

wouldn't warrant investigation.

In the short time

that I am forced to stay here,

Miss Thatcher,

I fully intend to investigate

all suspicious events
that have taken place,

which is why I was
asking questions tonight.

So you think you can see something

or talk to someone for a few moments

and deduce all sorts of facts

that everyone else has missed?

Sometimes.

How clever.

I knew after just two
minutes of talking to you

that you weren't wearing
your own shoes or dress,

and that you weren't disappointed

when you found out I was coming to dinner.

How could you know that?

You're walking on the outside of your feet

to compensate for your shoes pinching,

and your dress is three inches too short

and a little tight around the waist.

[Gasps in shock]

And not being disappointed
about seeing you at dinner?

That was just a guess.

How dare you.

I never.

[♪]

[Sighs]

[Chuckles ruefully]

Shouldn't you be in school, son?

I'm not your son.

I'm just walking.

It's not a crime to walk, is it?

No, but truancy is a crime, young man.

Gabe!

There you are.

This boy should be in class.

Tell me, do you normally
allow your students

to wander around the
streets during school hours?

Gabe was running an errand for me,

if you must know.

An errand?

Yes.

School business.

Thank you

for your concern, Constable,

but we are perfectly fine.

Thanks.

You left to use the outhouse

half an hour ago.

I was worried about you.

No need to worry about me.

I can take care of myself.

Well, during school hours,

I expect you to stay in the classroom,

unless you have permission to leave.

School doesn't matter!

Nothing matters anymore.

Gabe.

Gabe, come back here!

[Reverend]: Eternal God,

our hope in every time of trouble,

send thy holy spirit to comfort

and strengthen us

that we may have hope of life eternal

and trust in your goodness

and mercy.

Please take a moment of silence

to remember your loved ones.

[Door opens and closes]

[Footsteps approach]

When did you notice the plank was gone?

When I got back from the funeral.

Anything else taken?

Not that I can tell,

but seeing as

you started with the ticking clock

for me to find out

the true owner of the message,

you'd better get out there
and find out where it went.

Just so we're clear, Mr. Gowen,

I work for all the people in Coal Valley.

I'm not a miner,

and I'm not on your payroll,

so I don't take my orders from you.

Does "all the people" include me?

Of course.

Then I would appreciate your presence

when I have to tell the townsfolk

that the plank has gone missing.

I'll see what I can find out.

You should start with that rabble rouser,

Franklin Palmer.

If I didn't need every able-bodied man

that I can get right now,

I would have fired him on the spot

for challenging me in front of everyone.

Palmer's not your man.

I saw him at the funeral.

Now I'm going to make the rounds
and figure out who wasn't there.

[♪]

So I thought if I got to know a little more

about your son,

I might be better equipped to understand

where this behavior is coming from.

Fighting?

Disrespectful?

Gabe?

Don't tell me he hit you!

What?

Oh. No, no, that's, um...

I was a little clumsy.

What can you tell me

about Gabe's relationship with his father?

Joseph?

Well, he was a wonderful man.

Gabe adored him.

Idolized him even.

I think it made Joe uncomfortable.

How so?

Well, he knew that, one day,

Gabe would wake up and
see him as he really is...

Was...

Just a man.

[Knock on door]

Would you like me to get that?

Yes, please.

[Together]: You.

Invite yourself to somebody
else's home for dinner

so you can ask

all sorts of insensitive questions?

[Mrs. montgomery]: Constable?

What can I do for you?

I'm making the rounds,

letting folks know that
I'm here to serve, ma'am.

Oh, well, that's comforting.

Thank you.

This is my daughter, Emily.

Hi.

Thank you for introducing
yourself, Constable.

Ma'am.

Children, get washed up for dinner.

[Bell rings]

Students,

please bring your slates,
chalk and rags up to my desk,

and then you are dismissed.

Thank you. Thank you...

Thank you.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

I'm following him.

Me, too.

How did you know?

Know what?

That he's the one.

The one what?

You don't know,

do you?

Of course, I know.

You don't know why you're here,

in many ways.

I am here because I had an instinct

that Gabe was going somewhere

that he didn't want anyone to know about,

and that he might need help.

Yes. Help.

He seemed troubled.

"Instinct" is for
mounties, not for teachers.

Let me handle this.

"Students" are for teachers, not mounties.

Fair enough.

We'll do this together.

Whatever it is we're doing.

We'll find out in just a minute.

What do you want?

Is that the plank?

It's mine.

You stole it from Mr. Gowen's office,

didn't you?

It ain't stealin' if it's
yours in the first place.

You must miss him very much.

Please let me keep it.

I just know it's from him.

It's not that simple.

If you were so sure, Gabe,

why didn't you wait

for Mr. Gowen to give it to your family?

Pa never trusted Gowen.

I heard him tell ma

that he never did the right thing.

That's why I had to take it.

I know he wrote it for me.

He had to write for me.

Sometimes, people die
without "I love you's"

and "I forgive you's."

But just because that happens,

it doesn't mean they wouldn't have said it

if they could have.

I know who did manage
to say it before he died.

It's time to tell his wife.

Abigail?

Yes, Elizabeth?

Constable?

Gabe?

I don't understand.

They say this is yours.

Yes.

I know it is.

You've known all along, haven't you?

Then why didn't you try to claim it?

I think you did want it,

but you were worried it would cause a rift

between you and the other women.

I knew it would set me apart from them

if I had something meaningful
to remember my Noah by,

and they didn't.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Stanton.

I shouldn't have taken it.

Thank you, Gabe.

It's okay, Gabe.

It's okay.

There's one more thing
that you and I need to do.

And your next word is "territory."

"Terri-

Tory... "

[♪]

[♪]

[Elizabeth, writing]: In closing,

I hope I've conveyed

that despite the hardships
I experienced coming here,

I am for want of nothing.

I am standing strong on my own two feet,

a proud Thatcher,

just like you raised.

Your loving daughter, Elizabeth.

Postscript,

I would, however, mention

that they have me
teaching the children here

in an actual saloon,

so school supplies,

or anything of cultural
value you could send me,

I would be eternally grateful.

Good afternoon, Miss Thatcher.

Afternoon, Constable Thornton.

Do you think that we could
dispense with the "Constable,"

and could I persuade you
to just call me "Jack?"

Does your request mean
you've come to the conclusion

that you'll be here a good, long while?

Not at all.

Making it a week is hardly
the test of time, now, is it?

[Chuckles mirthlessly]

I concur with your assessment of time...

However, I still disagree
with your assessment of me.

We will be here a good, long while,

therefore you may call me Elizabeth.

Fine.

Elizabeth, it is.

Have yourself a good day,

Jack.

Post-postscript.

Please greet my younger sister for me

and pass along that I've yet
to see any whiskey-runners,

however, I have run into
some cowboys, outlaws

and one very handsome, annoying mountie.

[♪]