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Previously on When Calls the Heart...

My grandson couldn't
hope for a better father.

Thank you, Charlotte.

Don't let your past steal your future.

Christopher's gone.

They wanted him scared. It worked.

I have the evidence.

The story isn't over.

Not for this investigation,
and certainly not for us.

Okay, everyone, I have an announcement

before I let you go for the day.

And it is good news.

Our friends from Benson Hills...

will get to go home soon!

They built us a new schoolhouse already?

Not quite, Missy, but the
rebuild committee has been

fixing up the homes
that survived the fire

so that people can move back.

And now they can get started
on your new schoolhouse.

Why can't they stay here
until their school is ready?

Well, that's a good question.

They'll be using a
building in Benson Hills

as their temporary schoolhouse
so that all of the kids

can be together again.

Probably a smelly barn.
What's so great about that?

Is that true, Mrs. Thornton?

Well, I don't know what
building it's going to be,

but I'm sure it won't be smelly.

I know it can be a little scary

when you don't know
exactly what's happening,

but there was a time
when you weren't sure

if you would like being
in school here, remember?

I promise you that everything
is going to be all right.

And I'll see you all right
back here again tomorrow.

Have a good day!

Oh, good. Glad I caught
you before your hike.

Still no sign of Christopher yet, huh?

No. And that mapmaker, Skoggins,

hasn't made any more calls to Whitaker.

So anybody who knows anything
about Pioneer or this fire

are just keeping their mouths shut.

Yeah. Or running away.

Doesn't give us much
to work with, does it?

No.

Is Georgie digging anything
up with National Insurance?

She's following a lead
to Aberdeen as we speak.

Maybe she can come up
with something to help us

salvage this trial.

Yeah, let's hope.

Hey, how are things going
with you two, anyways?

Well, just business as usual.

Have a nice hike.

Come in.

Uh, sorry to bother you, Governor.

Never a bother, Mr. Mayor.
What can I do for you?

Well, uh, we're
scheduled to break ground

on Benson Hills next
week for the schoolhouse.

I heard. Just in time. It's great news.

Uh-huh. One small problem.

I just put in for our
first payment and found out

that the funds have been reallocated.

- Reallocated?
- Mmhm.

No, no, no, this is the Governor's fund.

I never reallocated anything.

Well, it would seem that
the Territorial Assembly

took a vote and went with, uh,

urban upgrades to Capital City instead.

This is just a constant game.

The subterfuge, the cronyism.

I don't know what to say.

Lucas, I have to pay my workers.

I gotta get in there and
start prepping that land,

and there's still debris to remove...

I'll make some calls.

This fund is for disaster relief,

not Capital City
potholes. This won't stand.

Yeah.

Just, uh, don't send me
home to Gwen with bad news.

That's all I'm asking.

That poor kid has been through too much.

All those kids have.

I'm getting into it.

Thank you.

Okay, honey bear, time to head home.

I don't think he's listening.

- I'll go get him.
- Thank you.

Hey. We're getting ready to go.

Is everything okay?

Mountie Nathan?

I think I lost my dad's medal.

Oh, uh... When did you notice?

I was playing and I think it fell off.

Oh, boy.

Everything okay down there?

Please don't tell.

Uh, you go on without us.

We'll catch up.

Okay. Don't stay out too late.

Okay, um, let's try
to retrace your steps.

Okay.

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But the fund is for disaster relief!

We are trying to relieve the disaster.

It's politics, Rosie.

The assemblymen had other ideas.

A strongly-worded opinion
piece might just encourage them

to change their minds.

And by "encourage" I mean shame.

Shame isn't going to pay
our suppliers this week.

I don't know.

Lee?

I promised Gwen and her classmates

a new school and now I feel awful.

- Breathe, darling.
- Breathe?

Breathe in.

And out.

Oh.

Bad time?

Uh, no. Never for you.

Thank you.

So, my students from
Benson Hills are feeling

a bit nervous that their new
schoolhouse will be in a barn.

- Is that right?
- No.

- Is it?
- No.

It's technically more of a

farm equipment storage
facility next to a barn.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

Well, maybe if you could share the plans

for their new schoolhouse,

it would give them
something to look forward to?

Breathe, dear.

What's going on?

Elizabeth, I am so sorry.

I really wish there was
more I could do to help,

but unfortunately the project
has hit a bit of a funding snag

and I haven't even hired a
designer for the school yet.

Well, do you need one?

You and Jack designed our
schoolhouse yourselves.

Well, really, it was more Jack.

But I didn't have a whole town
I had to build at the same time.

Listen, if inspiration hits,

I'm happy to pass along any good ideas.

What about the children?

I have got a whole classroom
just bursting with imagination.

We could open it up to the
students like a contest.

Mm-hmm. Who better to know
what their new school should be!

And what better way to
get them excited about it!

Yes! Well?

It gives them something
to look forward to

and I think it's a great idea.

Mm-hmm.

- Hello?
- Edie. It's Lucas.

Lucas?

My goodness. How-how did you find me?

Well, Florence shared
your forwarding number.

I hope that's all right.

Of course.

So what brings you to Union City?

Inspector McGill

arranged an interview
with a foundation here.

They had a position
open up in legal aid.

I see.

And will you be accepting this position?

I did, yes.

You didn't even say goodbye.

You didn't really give me a reason to.

Oh.

- Edie...
- I'm actually grateful.

Without your honesty

I wouldn't have taken this opportunity.

I suppose I should
say "congratulations".

Thank you.

Now, I do start tomorrow, and
I would like to prepare, so...

Actually,

I would love to get
a little bit of advice

if you have a moment.

Of course.

It's about funding for
the Benson Hills rebuild.

Oh, no. Is the Territorial Assembly...

- diverting funds?
- Diverting funds.

Jinx. They went around me
and I'm done playing nice.

- And so you've called me?
- Well, you were

quite formidable while working
for the Cattlemen's Association.

So if you were working for me,

let's imagine, what
might your next move be?

How can I put these
assembly members on notice?

How can I make them fear me?

My, my.

I know it's not my usual style,

but I won't take this lying down.

Well, yes, it seems that
tougher tactics are required.

Can you give me a day to do
some research, make some calls?

I would be very
grateful. Thank you, Edie.

I'll call you tomorrow
after work. How's 5:00?

I'll be here.

Good.

Oh, good timing.

Allie is on her way, and the
pot roast is just about roasted.

LJ. What's wrong?

I lost Daddy's medal.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, dear.

Well, maybe it's not lost for good.

We can still look for it.

Mountie Nathan and I looked everywhere.

I'll go back out tomorrow morning.

Maybe with some more
light, I'd be able to...

I'd be my most special thing
from Daddy, and I lost it.

Oh.

People are more than things.

And our memories of them
are what keep them alive.

Better than anything else.

But I don't have any memories of him.

The medal was all I had.

We've still got his
hat, and his drawings...

But the medal was mine,
Mama. It made me brave.

I'm so sorry, Elizabeth.

Oh, it's not your fault.

You know, we must have gone up
and down that trail 10 times.

Thank you for trying.

Oh.

I better...

Nothing in this quadrant. You?

Nothing. Dirt. Grass.

More dirt.

Anything?

Nothing.

That's the whole grid.

All right, let's do it again.

Oliver, check the other bank.

Yes, sir.

We're never gonna find
this thing, are we?

Well, it's not looking good.

Poor LJ.

You should have seen how upset he was.

He's finally old enough to feel
the weight of losing his dad.

And his dad would tell him
not to worry about this.

Well, his dad's not here.

I just wish there was
something more that I could do.

Nathan.

You just keep showing
up for him and his mom.

In the end, that's all
that really matters.

And that is basically how
all buildings get started.

An idea in someone's head
and then a plan on paper.

Which reminds me.

I have something very
special to share with you.

Something so special, in fact,

I don't think your
teacher has ever seen this.

Are those... ?

They are.

These are the original
plans for this very building,

drawn up by Constable Jack Thornton

in 1910.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

Well, come on up. Have a look.

Everybody gather around. Don't be shy.

LJ, your dad built this school?

Uh-huh!

That's amazing.

Thank you.

It is amazing, isn't it?

And believe it or not, you can
all design a schoolhouse too.

That's right.

And for our next assignment,
we're all going to imagine

our dream school, and
then turn it into a design

using techniques that Mayor
Coulter just taught us.

And if we like your ideas,

your design might become part

of the new Benson Hills Schoolhouse.

You'd really do that?

Gwen, it's like I always say.

The best ideas can come from anywhere.

So dream big and let your
imaginations run free.

Well, we're on a budget,
so dream within a budget.

Lee.

Dream big and then dream even bigger!

I have a question for the judges.

- Yes?
- Ah.

Would you prefer my schema

to be an orthographia
or a scaenographia?

- Either would be just fine.
- Yeah.

How about both?

Just as good.

All right.

Why don't we take until
lunch to brainstorm,

either by yourselves or in groups.

Let's go.

Okay, guys. Come on!

What did those weird words mean?

It's a Roman thing.

But we're not in Rome.

She said dream big.

And now, next on the agenda,

Daisy has some new campaign slogans.

"Leading government into a new era."

That sounds nice, but

maybe something a little
more people-focused.

Speaking of which, what time is it?

If you'll excuse me,

I have some urgent business to attend to

regarding funding for the rebuild.

Oh.

May I remind you, Governor, that uh,

going against the Territorial
Assembly's decision

would be the kiss of
death for this campaign.

Yes. I appreciate your
perspective, Edwin,

but I believe the kiss of
death to my campaign would be

to stop governing while asking
the people for another term.

Keep working on those slogans.

Mm-hmm.

Elizabeth! Allie!

Any luck?

Oliver's still out there, but...

Well, it's very nice of
you. Thanks for trying.

How's LJ doing?

I think school took his
mind off things a bit.

Could you ask the Mounties
to give him another medal?

Oh, Allie, that's a very sweet idea

but I don't think it's about the medal.

I think LJ wants his dad to feel real.

Like they have some connection.

Maybe I haven't done enough
to keep his memory alive.

No.

I hear you talk about
Jack to LJ all the time.

Sometimes when I'm missing my mom,

I look at old photos and
ask Dad to tell me stories.

I wish I could tell him
stories about his dad,

but I guess there's
other people that can.

Maybe that's an idea.

What are you thinking?

Edie?

I was beginning to think
we almost missed each other.

I certainly hope that's not true.

I've been looking into the
language of the Governor's fund

and it seems that the Assembly has found

some loopholes that are going
to make this tough to maneuver.

And my plan to

exploit political weakness
and vanquish my enemies?

I don't think we need to turn
to the dark side quite yet.

So you have another idea?

Well, you could always protect the fund

in perpetuity with another

- executive order.
- Executive order. Jinx.

Well, I've done it before,

but I would like to do it
properly this time so it sticks.

I owe it to those kids.

It turns out that the
Franklin and Sons Foundation

offers private grants.

And Mrs. Franklin's pet
project is education.

Well, I appreciate the idea.

I'm just not sure how effective
I'll appear as Governor

if I need to use private
funds to build a public school.

Well, your opponents
might see it that way,

but I would say that you are
a bold, progressive thinker,

unafraid to forge new
alliances to get things done.

And no Territorial
Assembly to vote against it.

I do like that.

Well, we'll have to start on a proposal.

I've got time.

- Now?
- Of course.

Of course, I'm a bold,
progressive thinker, right?

Right.

Oh. Hi, Rupert.

Sorry. Don't let me
disturb your process.

What process?

Are you having trouble?

Do you know who Vitruvius is?

Uh-huh. The Roman architect, sure.

He says that all
buildings should encompass

strength, utility and beauty.

Nothing I'm doing
encompasses any of that.

I'm no Vitruvius. I'm just Rupert.

Ah.

Well, I know it's hard to believe,

but everyone gets stuck. I certainly do.

You do?

Of course.

I bet even the great
Vitruvius had false starts.

And you know what else Vitruvius had.

A beard?

Well, yes, but I meant collaborators.

Most great accomplishments
are the work of teams.

Not just a single person.

I'm not the best at talking to people.

I very much enjoy
talking with you, Rupert.

Nobody wants to talk
about Rome as much as I do.

Opal seemed curious,

and she's quite
interested in architecture.

- She is?
- Mmhm.

I don't think she's working with anyone.

You could offer to partner up.

She's a serious person.

- I'll ask her.
- Great.

Semper ad meliora.

I don't know that one.

"Always towards better things."

Thank you, Mrs. Thornton.

Mhm.

- Thank you.
- Where's the surprise, Mama?

Well, I know you said
that you don't have

any memories of your father.

So today we are going to
be gathering up lots of

other people's memories of
him so you can keep them.

It's like a scavenger hunt.

Only instead of prizes,
we're gathering memories.

Oh, boy! When can we start?

Right now!

This is your very first
clue of the memory hunt.

Are you ready?

"Love can grow under
the sun or the moon.

For your dad and me it
started right here in the... "

Saloon?

Yes! That's right.

And I have some new treasures
for you right over there.

Whoa!

All of these memories
happened right here.

This is where your dad and
I celebrated our wedding

with all of our friends.

And this is a music box your
dad used during our very own

Christmas Mountie Ball.

And what's that?

This is a test your dad gave me.

He made me think I
flunked just to tease me.

I asked him if he went to sleep at night

thinking up ways to drive me batty.

He said it just came naturally to him.

Sometimes I think you
get that from your dad.

It took us a while to
admit we liked each other.

We were like two stubborn goats.

That's weird.

Well, how things start

don't always tell you
how they're gonna end.

Mmhm. And you are living
proof of that, my boy.

Now all of these memories belong to you.

Are you ready for your next clue?

Well, let's see what I have here.

Oh. Mountie, oh, my.

Meet one of the bad guys
your dad put away in jail.

Jail?

- Better hurry!
- Yeah.

What?

That's right, Jackaroo.

Your dad caught the
Tollivers, the Garrison Gang,

the Tate Outlaws, and me.

I don't believe it.

Well, thankfully,
your dad didn't either.

You see, there was a
big misunderstanding,

and somebody blamed me for
something that I didn't do.

But your dad helped clear my name,

and then we got the real bad
guy and put him in jail together.

I knew it!

Of course you knew it.

Because you got your dad's
same gut instinct about people.

You trust that always, Jackaroo.

This won't be news to you.

"Who in Hope Valley knew your dad

when he was younger than you are?"

I know that, Aunt Rosemary!

Hey!

Of course.

But did you know I made your daddy act

in all of my plays
when we were growing up?

So, villain, clown, pirate.

He always said yes,

even if the mustache
glue gave him a rash.

Sounds like a good sport. Just like you.

Oh, yes.

And did you know that
your dad is the reason

that Aunt Rosemary first
came to Hope Valley?

- Really?
- Yes, really.

Technically speaking,

if it wasn't for him,
I might never have met

the love of my life.

And we wouldn't have had
our precious little Goldie.

Isn't it incredible how one
person can affect so many lives?

Yeah.

Are you ready for another one?

Oh, yeah!

"Better me, better you.

Who makes us all better
here in Hope Valley,

thanks to your dad?"

- Thank you.
- Bye.

My dad helped you too, Doctor Faith?

When I met your dad,

I was working at a hospital in Hamilton.

I was a nurse then.

But your dad told me about Hope Valley,

and I knew I wanted to work here.

It meant a big change in my life,

but your dad made me
think I could do it.

And that's what led me to
finally become a doctor.

If it weren't for your dad,
Doctor Carter wouldn't be here

treating patients every day.

He gave me courage.

Just like when Lily was scared
on her first day of school

and you gave her your
dad's medal of bravery.

I don't have the medal anymore.

Well, you have something
even more valuable, LJ.

Your daddy's brave heart
beating right inside there.

"When your dad lived in Hope Valley,

these were just seeds.

Now they help feed the entire town."

I know.

How are you, young Jack?

Want to go for a walk with me,

and I'll tell you a little
something about your old man?

All right. Come on.

I don't know if you
know this about me, but

I used to be a different man.

How different?

Well, say I wore a different hat.

People, they uh, they
didn't much like me,

which was understandable,

because I wasn't a real good guy.

But your dad, even before
we were really friends,

he invited me to his bachelor lunch.

What's that?

Well, when you get
married, you get together

with a bunch of your
friends, and you uh,

talk nonsense and play checkers.

I'll tell you what.

See your, uh,

your dad's invitation,
well, it meant a lot to me.

Showed me that, uh, I
could be part of something

if I wanted to be.

You know, there's an
entire tree in here,

and with a proper combination

of sun and soil and water and time,

it'll spring to life and
grow into something beautiful.

Well, your father's
kindness to help me grow.

That's what's inside you.

So you spread that
around as much as you can.

Thanks, Mr. Gowen.

My pleasure, young man.

Thank you, Henry.

Certainly.

I really appreciate this, Henry.

Especially with everything
that's been going on.

Well, I appreciate
being included, Nathan.

So if my grandfather was a Mountie,

my dad was a Mountie,

does that mean I'll be a Mountie?

Only if you want to,
when you're grown up.

I think he's got what it takes.

And I can get another medal.

Oliver and I will keep
looking for your dad's medal.

We're not going to give up on that.

Honey bear...

I know it can be hard losing things,

but we found some things
today, too, didn't we?

We found out that your
dad was a great friend.

Just like you are.

And brave.

You're really like your dad there.

Mhm.

You know, just like your dad,

he changed a lot of people's lives.

I know you changed my life.

And I know it's not the same
as having your own dad, but

I want you to know that I'm
always going to be here for you.

Okay?

I thought we were done
with the memory hunt.

Well, this one came in special delivery.

"There's one person who knew
your dad better than anyone else

and she's standing just behind you."

Grandma Charlotte!

Charlotte! Oh!

Oh!

Oh, let me see.

Aha! You look like an LJ. It fits.

You called Grandma?

He sure did.

You missed all the stories.

Well, then you better
fill me in. Come on.

and he put Uncle Bill in jail!

Well, I never heard that one.

I can never put anybody in jail.

Your daddy was not always so tough.

He used to need a lamp at
night when he was your age.

Why?

Well, he was always
hearing bumps in the night.

Once he was convinced that
there were ghosts in the barn.

Turns out it was just a
litter of stray puppies.

What did you do with them?

Well, Jack made sure that
we found a home for each one,

but he kept the
smallest one for himself.

We called her... Thank you.

We called her "Shadow" because she
was always following him around.

Can we get a puppy?

We will have to check with Scout.

Aha! Aha!

Here it is.

Okay.

Can you see who sent this to me?

"Jack Thornton."

My dad!

That's right.

Back when he was in basic training

he wrote me many, many letters.

But this one is for you.

But I wasn't even born yet.

- What does it say?
- Well, why don't we see? Come on.

"Dear Mom, marched to a waterfall.

Please send a new razor."

Okay. Here we go.

"Standing by the waterfall,

the water loud enough
to quiet my thoughts,

I realized I only need three
things in this life to be happy.

To one day be the best Mountie I can be.

To find a woman foolish
enough to be my wife.

And, God willing, to look
into the eyes of a little boy

brought into this world by love.

Is there any greater miracle than that?"

Jack said that Mounties never marry.

Well, men's hearts
are full of surprises.

And your daddy's heart was full of you

even before you were born.

- Can I keep it?
- It's yours.

Maybe now he can live
in your heart, too.

Because you,

you are your dad's
greatest medal of honor.

So, we've got some nice trout.

Now it's time to clean
them up for cooking.

It's slimy, Grandma.

It's a fish, LJ.

Yucky and slimy are what you get.

So first we are going to
scrape off all the scales.

So go ahead, take your pick.

Is it okay if I go do my homework?

Of course.

Hi. Busy?

Not at all. It's so slow, I'm filing.

So you actually read
the case files, right?

Only all the time.

So you've read Jack Thornton's cases?

Those are some of the best ones.

Perfect. I'm hoping to
turn one of Jack's cases

into a story for LJ.

That's really sweet.

Do you think you could
help me find the right one?

Sure. But there's so many to pick from.

There's one where
Constable Thornton busted

a whole gang of smugglers using bugs.

It's one of my favorites.

LJ loves bugs, but...

I want it to be a
little more... exciting.

Let's look.

LJ is a really lucky kid.

I'll say.

I don't think many people
have good memories of my dad.

Well, I'm not writing any
stories about my mom either,

but I guess how we
choose to live our lives

that's how we rewrite the
stories we were born with.

This one looks perfect.

Hmm.

The Tollivers?

You'll love it.

Constable Thornton fooled a
whole gang with tablecloths,

and saved Mrs. Thornton in the process.

Is LJ feeling better?

I think so.

Charlotte was going to read
him a bedtime story, but

he was asleep almost the
moment his head hit the pillow.

Well, that scavenger
hunt was a lovely idea.

I'm a little disappointed
I didn't think of it myself.

I didn't realize how many of
those stories he'd never heard.

- Mm.
- A few were new to me.

- Oh?
- Jack acting in your plays?

He wasn't destined for the stage, but...

Oh, and apparently he
was quite the romantic.

Hiking out to waterfalls as a young man.

Dreaming of a life
with a wife and child.

He told me Mounties never marry.

I suppose a certain
Broadway-bound bombshell

might have made him
relinquish those illusions.

I'm glad you two found each other.

I think you healed his heart.

And he healed mine.

Because of him I found
my soulmate in Lee.

And the best friend
I could ever ask for.

Right back at you.

To Jack.

To Jack.

With generous support of the
Franklin and Sons Foundation...

Crucial support.

crucial...

support, of the Franklin
and Sons Foundation,

working in partnership
with the territory,

we can build not only a new home

for learning and community
for generations to come,

we can build together
a bold, new alliance,

bridging the public and private spheres

to accomplish more for many.

Where fire brought destruction,

new paths can be forged.

- Forged?
- Bloom?

New paths can bloom.

Emerge.

Jinx.

Emerge.

Florence.

Have you been here all night?

Shh. I'm just getting to the best part.

He's about to apologize.

At least he better be.

Florence, this isn't one of your novels.

If this goes through,

it'll be nothing short of a miracle.

The sun's coming up.

Mhm.

Edie, I read a story the other day

about a machine that
can travel through time.

And I found myself thinking

if I had one of those, I would use it.

I would I would go
back to the last moment

that we saw each other,
and I would grab myself

by the shoulders and I would tell him

"hey, forget all of your fears
and just follow your heart,

before it's too late."

Is it?

We should get some sleep.

I'll have this on Mrs.
Franklin's desk today.

Edie...

Things have their moment, Luca.

You shouldn't think
so much about the past.

Very well.

Thank you for the help.

Constable Thornton knew
that only one of him

was no match for the
whole Tolliver gang.

That's when he caught sight

of Miss Abigail's neatly
folded red tablecloths.

Lickety-split, the
daring constable arranged

those tablecloths outside
the windows of the cabin

so that each one looked
like a Mountie's red serge.

Luckily, there were more tablecloths

than there were Tollivers,

and the meanest, most
dangerous gang in the West

fell for it and surrendered.

Oh my goodness, Allie,
it was so exciting.

- And very Jack.
- Mmhm.

Oh, you really captured his spirit.

I was there and I was
still hanging on every word.

LJ is going to love it.

You really think so?

I know so. It's beautiful.

Allie, can I borrow it for the day?

I want to read it again.

Of course. I was going to give
it to him after dinner tonight.

Thank you.

Oh.

I'm so glad you like it.

I love it.

Hey there, gents.

How goes the work?

Off to a good start, Mr. Mayor.

Thanks for the support.

And Mike's been a big help.

Fire prevention is a top priority.

With the reinforced tower,

Hope Valley and its neighbors
should have plenty of water

for the next forest fire.

Let's hope we never need it.

There's one project on schedule.

Well, thankfully, the town
council's not playing politics

with our funding.

As you were, gentlemen.

I'm hoping I've secured funding
for the schoolhouse, at least.

Yes, I heard.

I, uh, I got a call from Edie Martell

congratulating me about a grant

from the Franklin and Sons Foundation.

What, pray tell, did you do.

Something bold and progressive

that may or may not blow up in my face.

So it's a done deal, then?

Assuming we're all right

naming the school after
Arabella Franklin's grandson?

I think I've proven I'm willing
to name things after family.

So yes.

Congratulations, Governor. Well done.

Thank you, Mr. Mayor.

Does this mean that
Edie's going to be staying

at the foundation then?

Yeah, it seems that way.

I mean, it's a it's a
great opportunity for her.

I'm happy for her, truly.

You know, technically there's still time

for bold and decisive action

if, say, a Governor were so inclined.

I think that moment may have passed.

Mmm.

But let's go check out the schoolhouse

and see what the kids have dreamed up.

I could use some hope for the future.

Fair enough. Let's go.

And the fountain is filled with soda.

It's a real life soda fountain.

Because school works better
with soda and ice cream.

Right, guys?

Absolutely, yes.

You did say to dream
big. Thank you, boys.

Next up, we have Rupert and Opal.

Here we go.

Thank you, Mrs.
Thornton. Esteemed judges.

We'd like to present the
School of Benson Hills.

With a few key innovations
from the Empire of Rome.

Among these are the use
of the opus caementicium

as a primary building material.

Also known as cement.

Able to withstand fire, rain,

and the most destructive
element of all, time.

And at the center is the library.

Because the library was
always the center of my world.

A place where I could
work and read in silence.

But it's also an open floor plan,

with plenty of gathering areas

to share and debate ideas.

Because, as it turns out,

debates with friends
only make ideas stronger.

Trust me, we had a lot of debates

getting this project finalized,
but we also became friends.

Living proof of the power
of the free flow of ideas.

And we have a full plan

to keep this project
on time and on budget.

That's our Opal.

Good job.

I'm so proud of your teamwork.

- Thanks, Mrs. Thornton.
- Thank you.

Wonderful presentation, you two.

I was wondering if I
might share your plans

with the rebuild committee.

Uh, absolutely, Mr. Governor, sir.

Thank you.

It's much appreciated.

Thank you, Governor.

That-that was the Governor.

He wants to present our design.

Congratulations, you two.

Thanks, Mrs. Thornton.

And thanks for helping me
find the best collaborator.

Perhaps you're both on your
way to Vitruvian excellence.

Well, that was definitely

the best chicken à
la King I've ever had.

Didn't you say it was
your first time having it?

It set the bar.

I'll take the compliment.

Well, I loved it. Thanks, Elizabeth.

Isn't it wonderful? All
of us here together again.

- Just like our summer.
- Mmhm.

Allie?

Can I show you something?

Sure.

What is this?

It's your story, but
I hope you don't mind,

I added a few illustrations.

My gosh, Charlotte.

This is incredible.

I used to be something of an artist.

Used to be?

Do you mind if I give it to LJ now?

No, of course not.

Give me what?

LJ. Come here.

I didn't have any memories
of your dad to share.

So instead,

I read one of his old Mountie case files

and I wrote a story.

Um, and your Grandma Charlotte

turned it into a book with pictures.

Is that my dad?

It sure is.

And it's beautiful, Charlotte.

Can I read it now?

Of course. It's yours.

"Nate Tolliver and his dastardly
gang robbed banks up and down

the western territories for years,

and the law could never
quite catch up with them.

Not until they messed with
the dashing young Mountie,

Constable Jack Thornton."

That's my dad! In a book!

Yes, it is.

Can you say thank you to
Allie and Grandma Charlotte?

Thanks so much, Allie.

- Thank you, Grandma Charlotte.
- You're welcome.

You wrote all this?

You know, Jack illustrated
and bound my first book.

That's when I realized
I was really a writer.

We may just have another
writer in the family.

Oh, I don't know about that.

I do.

Congratulations on your first book.

"But danger couldn't
stop Constable Thornton.

Nothing could, especially when
the beautiful school teacher,

Elizabeth Thatcher, and her
sister Julie, were taken hostage

by the no-good Nate Tolliver."

Mama, you were the hostage?

Yes, I was, and thank
goodness your dad saved me.

"Because Constable Jack
Thornton was a good man,

and he had sworn an oath
to protect and defend

the good people of Cole Valley."

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