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If you hold something in the air and let it fall, the law of inertia says it

should stay there.

But it falls.

Why does it fall?

Something called... Anyone?

It's gravity.

And gravity should not be...

If I drop this shoe and this hair comb at the same time, which one will hit the

ground first?

The shoe!

Miss Thatcher, why didn't the shoe hit first?

It's heavier.

Remember I said that gravity is the force that pulls things to the Earth?

Well, even though the Earth pulls stronger on a heavier object like the

shoe, that heavy object is more reluctant to get moving.

So it's a tie?

That's right, Emily, it's a tie.

Now it's your turn to give it a try.

I want each of you to partner up with the person sitting next to you, get up

on a chair, and pick two objects to drop.

But nothing breakable, please.

One.

I think that idea sounds good.

There are times when I miss home.

Doing laundry is definitely one of them.

Let me guess.

Fresh, clean wardrobe in your closet every day of the week.

Clean, starched, pressed with a big steam iron.

Yes.

Well, you think life is hard now.

Wait till winter when you have to sit in there when the mercury is below zero.

Then you're really going to miss home.

You get the next house down.

Can I help you, Mr. Spurlock?

Everything you need to know is on a notice, ma'am.

What is it, Abigail?

By order of Henry Gowan, executive director of the Pacific Northwest Mining

Company, you are hereby given 14 days advance notice to vacate your company

-owned house.

It's just the widows who are getting these, Abigail.

They're making room for the minors.

How can they do that? It's immoral. And 100% legal.

I didn't see this coming, but I should have.

Both my children were born in this town.

It's the only home they know.

Now, I don't want to break their hearts, but the company's leaving me no choice.

I wrote a letter to my mama in Lethbridge asking if we could move in

with her.

You did the right thing. No one can blame you.

May I make a suggestion?

I've been thinking this over, and perhaps if you pooled your money, you

could hire a lawyer to fight this for you. Little Miss Princess, you can think

about it till the cows come home. But if I gave up what's left of my husband's

measly death pension, I'd have nothing left to start over with.

I got no money. Me neither.

I got no money for fancy lawyers.

Well,

I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm not ready to give up.

Mr. Gowen is right.

If the company is recruiting new miners to replace our husbands, then I think

it's time for us widows to fade into the background and the new miners to show

up.

Boys got the last of the inner shafts clear to roof all yesterday.

Retimbered, too?

Almost. Some of the deeper sections are still blocked.

Shafts 14 and 16 are still closed. I'm counting on you, Mr. Ransville. That's

why I named you my new superintendent.

I know, sir, and I'm doing the best I can. I just don't have the manpower to

clear those shafts any faster.

No, it shouldn't be a worry too much longer. I've been doing some recruiting,

and help should be on its way soon.

In God's name are those men.

You're recruiting more miners?

You got them.

Respectfully, ladies, it's just some kind of joke. No joke, Mr. Gowan.

You need workers.

We need roofs over our children's heads.

You lost your husbands in there.

What happens to your children if they lose you?

Who puts roofs over their heads then? Mr. Gowan.

We're offering to do this with our eyes open.

And we're counting the cost.

We have to try.

Cool Valley is our home.

All we're asking for is a chance.

Everybody knows you still have shafts blocked.

You tell us which one you want open. We have it cleared and timbered between now

and the evictions.

You get to stay in your homes?

What happens if you don't? We leave quietly.

We'll even give the row houses a proper spring cleaning before we vacate.

You have two weeks.

As well, none of the men who work for me may help you.

I will not compromise their safety.

Fair enough.

Mr. Ansville.

Ladies, line up and sign your waiver.

I'm flabbergasted you agreed to this. We both know that they won't last more than

a week before they quit, Mr. Spurlock.

And in the meantime...

Perhaps they'll get some of that shaft cleared.

I hope you have a plan for moving these boxes from the

front of my building, Miss Thatcher.

I'm sorry, are they for me? Well, unless they've changed how whiskey is spelled,

I doubt they're mine.

Need some help?

May I?

If you wish.

After you.

I can't tell you how thrilled I am to have my collection replaced.

It will be an absolute treasure for my students.

This for your students, too?

Oh, a journal.

I already have so much to write about.

Be sure to mention how your father got me posted here, babysitting his daughter

instead of chasing pirates and whiskey runners in Cape Fullerton.

Good morning, children.

Good morning, Ms. Thatcher. Good morning, Ms. Thatcher. Good morning, Ms.

Thatcher. So we're back to Cape Fullerton, are we? I thought we made our

peace with that.

We did.

I just don't want you to forget that as long as you're tied to your father's

apron strings, I will be too.

Good day, Ms. Thatcher.

Constable.

Children, I have a surprise for you this morning.

Everyone drop off your lunch pails and then gather around these foxes. Watch

it. Go ahead, see for yourself.

I've never seen so many fancy dresses.

Are they all yours, Miss Thatcher?

Uh, that's not the crate I wanted to show you. Look at all these shoes.

Okay, let's go find another one, shall we?

Whoa, look at all these books.

That ain't no surprise.

Well, sure it is, James.

Thanks to a generous gift, we have books on just about every subject.

From now on, we'll be able to explore the entire world through reading.

Isn't that exciting?

No.

Rachel, what's wrong?

I don't want to leave Coal Valley.

Neither do I.

Everyone grab a workbook and pencil and then take your seats.

In your best words, I want you to write a short essay on this topic.

Coal Valley is my home

because... You all have your pit checks

now.

Make sure they go back on the board so we know who's in and who's out of the

mine.

Any questions?

Ladies, follow me to shaft number 14.

Ladies, this is to keep our homes.

Now that canary stopped singing for 15 minutes.

I want you hightailing it out of here.

Too much methane, boom.

Too much CO2, boom.

With those open lamps you got on your heads, too much coal dots.

We get it, Herbert.

Get to work.

Let's put our lunch boxes here.

Coal Valley is my home because I can't remember living anywhere else.

My first memory of being here is my daddy jumping off the wagon and falling

to the ground, just on that street out there.

Then, he kissed the dirt and thanked the good Lord for giving us a second chance.

That was wonderful, Cassandra. Thank you for sharing.

Gabe, you're next.

Mine's kind of short.

Coal Valley is my home because it's where I got my first kiss.

Probably from your ma.

No, it's not from my ma.

The fact is, it's from a girl in this here class.

But I'm too much of a gent to kiss and tell.

And the reason I don't want to leave Coal Valley is because someday I'm going

to marry her.

The end.

Settle down.

Rachel,

are you ready?

Don't you need your workbook?

No, ma'am.

My story's in my heart.

One day, before my daddy went to heaven, he gave me this little piece of coal.

He told me to think of it as a diamond.

He called it his pearl of great price.

I don't know what that meant.

I said, it's just a dumb old piece of coal.

He said it was a treasure, just like our town's a treasure for all who live here.

And all treasures worth digging for always come at a price.

We all know that's true now, don't we?

Now that some of our moms are down in that mine It makes me worried What

if something happened to them that happened to our fathers

You have every right to be afraid

you all do But we mustn't lose hope

I believe there's a reason for every fear we face And every hardship we

suffer, that's to make us all stronger people.

Mr. Gown, how can you justify allowing those women to walk into that mine?

Believe me, it wasn't my idea.

Those women go into that mine with their eyes wide open.

But you've prohibited your men from lending a hand. Of course I did.

My men are the only thing standing between me and a complete shuttering of

that mine.

Would you like a drink?

I'm not going to allow my men's lives to be put in danger for a bunch of stubborn

women. We're trying to save their homes.

Constable, you do realize that as an officer of the law that you cannot take

a position on a property dispute one way or the other. I am a warrior of the

laws. And should the evictions become necessary, that it will fall on you to

enforce them.

Now, I've been more than generous with these widows.

I've allowed them to stay in company housing, rent-free, since the mine

disaster, when clearly, according to the contract, I could have evicted them much

sooner.

I'm sure you've done everything you can to take care of them.

I have.

Just like you took every precaution to protect their husbands.

I'm sure you spared no expense when it came to the safety of the men who worked

for you.

Just a gallon.

Good day, Ned. Good day.

Just wondering if there's any wives for me yet.

Oh, sorry. No, Constable. I'll let you know if anything from your command post

comes in.

Oh, but you did get another package in the mail.

Pretty heavy.

Is it a book, maybe?

Maybe. A little light reading?

Something like that.

Thank you.

I know you're between a rock and a hard place, ladies, but you've got to give it

up. It just ain't worth it. Shut up, Max.

They're only doing what we would do if we were in their shoes.

hands mama sorry baby mama's hands are just a little banged up oh mama some unc

or salve and they'll be just fine baby miriam

cynthia uh take the pot inside okay

i'll be there in a minute

Thank you so much for thinking of us.

I asked my Timothy what he would think about me going into the mine to help,

but he forbade it.

He said it's too dangerous.

The other wives are getting the same from their husbands.

Bringing you something from our kitchens feels so piddling, but we don't know

what more we can do.

No, you're doing the right thing.

Not risking your safety for your own kids' sake.

But we will take all of the potluck and prayer we can get.

I made dinner.

I found a recipe for stew and biscuits.

Well, that's very kind of you, Elizabeth, but I think I would fall

asleep in my plate.

I wish there was something I could do to help.

Do my part?

You are doing your part by tending to the children.

I suppose so.

Besides, the children of this town need their teacher more than ever right now.

So let's not hear any more about this, okay?

Oh.

You're just everywhere, aren't you?

My job is to keep an eye on things.

Wasn't there anything more you could be doing rather than just sitting around

looking all smug? My rules and regulations require that I can't take

sides on this issue.

At least not until you have to enforce Mr. Gowan's evictions, right?

If they become necessary.

Not because I take any joy in it, but because the law requires me to.

Well, they won't be necessary.

How can you be so sure?

These ladies, they've taken on an impossible challenge.

Just because they're women?

Says a woman who needed a man's help lifting her crates into the saloon.

You think I'm weak.

What I'm saying is, if there was ever a time for you to use those big city

brains to look for another way out of this mess, it's now.

I tried to make a stew

tonight and ended up just making a stew of it.

And the biscuits?

But my problems are nothing compared with these families.

They've paid such a heavy price to make Coal Valley their home.

And now these brave mothers going into that dark place to fight for their

children while a Mountie sits on his horse doing nothing.

Big city brains.

I'm supposed to think of a way out of this?

Actually...

Too late for school, ain't it?

Never too late for school.

We're closed, Miss Thatcher.

I'm not here to drink, Mr. Trevoy.

What was that?

My Noah used to call that the ghost in the attic.

It's okay.

Hey there, little fella.

Come on.

Chirp.

Chirp for me.

Is everyone all right?

Did everyone make it out?

Oh, that's going to need to be stitched up, Florence. I'm sorry. Mrs. Dort.

Did you even check this bird before screaming like a banshee to get us out

of that mine?

I swear, that little creature just sat there staring at me.

I thought it was dead.

It wasn't making a peep.

Well, it's peeping now.

She's already started. She drools like a horse.

Maybe that's why the paper stuck to her head.

Miss Thatcher.

Miss Thatcher.

Hi, Rachel.

Oh, my goodness.

What time is it?

Oh, dear children, I, um, I... I... Oh, I was trying, but it... Never

mind, it just got very late, and I must have... You definitely did.

Oh, my.

Well, what's our first assignment for the day, Ms. Thatcher?

Math? Yes.

We use the kids to help with research.

Actually, I want each of you to grab a research manual or encyclopedia from the

bookshelf and bring it back to your tables.

Why Ms. Thatcher?

We're going to try to find a way to help the mothers in the mine.

With books?

Yes, books can be very powerful weapons.

We're going to do a word search.

When you get your book, I want you to go through it page by page looking for

these words.

Home.

House.

Or...

Property. Seems kind of boring. Pipe down, James. If it keeps us off math,

who cares?

Yes, James.

Nobody cares about math right now.

More coffee?

Please.

Leave it?

Thank you.

If tenants pay for improvements such as new roofs or painting...

Thank you, old farmer.

Whoever you are.

Afternoon, Ms. Thatcher.

Now, if you've come for pencils and paper, I have them on back order.

No, Mr. Yost. I'm here for paint and paintbrushes. Oh, certainly.

What's it for? A class project?

You might say that.

All right. Well, what color do you need?

Every color that you have.

Pardon me?

I'd like to buy up all the paint that you have in stock, plus all of the

brushes and other painting supplies.

Are you sure, ma'am? That'll all cost you a pretty penny.

Well, as you can see, I have a lot of pennies.

Looks like you want to paint the whole town.

Not the whole town, exactly.

And I need it all delivered to the row houses by 8 o'clock tomorrow morning.

Certainly.

Why don't you follow me and we can see how much this will save you back. All

right. Right this way.

And the company doctor said Suzanne Lowry cut a muscle in her leg with that

pickaxe. She could be hobbled for a while.

Kate Frazier broke her arm.

Nancy Sanders got a concussion and a nasty gash in her head.

That makes seven of us too injured to go back in.

I should have been more grateful for my Paul.

He was a good provider.

He might have been a first-rate minor, but I bet he wouldn't have had a chance

changing a diaper.

That's all. Thank you, ladies, for sticking with it.

You got guts.

Truly.

For what it's worth, I thought you were all crazy at first.

And I hope you give Mr. Gallant a run for his money.

Thanks, fellas.

That means a lot.

Elizabeth, what are you doing here?

At that first meeting, you told me to keep thinking about this eviction

problem. So I did.

Actually, your children and I did.

Well, we're all ears, Miss Thatcher.

How do you feel about painting your houses?

Ladies, perhaps while we're waiting for Mr. Yost to arrive, we could divide up

into groups so we can move from one house to the next.

What's Mr. Gowan doing here?

Good morning, ladies.

Miss Thatcher, about the paint that you ordered from the mercantile.

Wait, that can't be all of it.

I bought up all the paint in the store.

Mr. Yost forgot that most of his supply had already been spoken for.

By whom?

By me.

The company needs the paint.

Needs it for what?

Maintenance. The mine will be reopening soon.

Buildings need a fresh coat.

Your refund, Ms. Thatcher.

I should say that if it's the Domain Act that you were trying to invoke, that is

not unknown to the company.

We've had to fend it off before.

But for what it's worth...

applaud your ingenuity.

I do. It would have been a brilliant way to block the evictions.

Ladies, I admire your pluck. You do your families proud.

Unfortunately, I cannot change the terms of our agreement.

That shaft must be cleared in order for you to stay in your homes.

And the timetable still stands.

Spurlock.

Now we'll be late for our shift.

Oh, my lord.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Look. Oh.

What? What happened?

Roof pins and the timbers didn't hold.

Oh. All that work.

You did this, didn't you?

What? No.

Yeah, Alwyn had you sabotage us. This is the company he's doing. They're making

it impossible for us.

We can start over. We can do this and still save our homes.

We lost a whole week. We're right back to where we started.

You gotta have faith.

And we have to stick together.

Yes.

Mr. Gallant, he was right.

This is a joke.

There's no such thing as lady winners.

Florence, you never should have tried this.

My little Rosaline's already suffered enough from the loss of her daddy.

I should have just accepted our fate and burned up what little time we got left.

Oh, Winnie.

Ladies.

I beg of you.

Go home and use what little time you have left to say a proper goodbye.

It's reading hour, Ms. Thatcher.

Ms. Thatcher?

What's that?

It's supposed to be reading hour.

Oh, sorry, right.

Are you okay, Ms. Thatcher?

I'm fine, Rachel. Thank you.

When my mom came home from the mine yesterday, she said we have to leave

Cool Valley.

I want you to have this.

I hope it helps you love this place as much as I do.

Boys and girls, you may collect your things.

Until further notice, school is out.

I'm just saying this isn't the best idea.

I don't have a choice. My first plan failed.

I know.

Look, I live here now.

This is my community.

And the children I teach are terrified about losing their homes. I have to do

something. Elizabeth, it is too dangerous.

Because I'm a woman?

Because right now that mine is filled with women. Yes, I know. And I wish I

could stop all of them.

Legally, I can't.

You can't stop me either.

My son Bradley said school's being canceled until further notice. Is that

true? Yes. I want to help the lady miners.

Well, you're being paid to teach, not digging coal.

I realize that, but... So, you need to go back to the school and do your job.

I'm sorry you feel that way, Mrs. Ramsey.

But Mr. Gowan has given these widows until tomorrow to... I don't think it's

your place to go into the mine. Ladies, it seems to me if she's willing to put

her community before her own safety, that's something to be commended.

Now, as risky as it is, some of the women in this town are standing together

to save their homes.

Now, I'd like to think the other mothers would understand that, since most of

them are married to men who walk into that mine every day.

There, but for the grace of God, go all of you.

I wish you weren't doing this. I understand why you are.

Just be careful.

Thank you.

Oh, no!

What in the world?

You know, I'm the last person you expected to see here.

Actually, I think the juror's statement is, you're the last person you expected

to see here.

Maybe so.

But I'm here anyway.

Get me a chalk and mallet. Got it. Right here.

Florence, you're back.

Well, if Little Miss Princess here can give it her best, so can the rest of us.

Who do you mean, rest of us?

Boy, this is not going to make someone happy.

Sir,

I'm not sure how to say this, but...

All the women are going into the mine.

You mean all the widows?

No. All the women.

What do you mean when you say all the women? All the women. The entire town.

They're planning on working around-the-clock shifts.

When my father saw me off on my journey west... He told me he hoped I would find

what God had shaped me for, and then give my whole heart to it.

I thought I already knew what that was.

As a teacher, I would be a molder of young minds, and an encouragement to

their mothers and fathers.

But in trying to give my heart to that purpose, I've learned it's much more

than what's in a book.

One sometimes has to go against his or her nature to dig deep into the dark

trenches of life.

One has to be willing to lose everything in order to gain what God has shaped

them for.

Because there's a cost to the things that matter most in life.

And it's in that sacrifice that we find our true treasure.

I never got to thank you for leaving me that note in the saloon.

You're welcome.

I figured it was the least I could do.

Was it really necessary to leave it on my forehead?

You were snoring. I didn't want to wake you.

Please, do not snore.

Ladies do not snore.

You're right.

So, you've been writing in that journal?

Of course. That's what it's for.

Well, anything about me in there?

That would be why it's a private journal.

I hope it's not all bad.

You were the one who told me to write that you were forced here by my father

to babysit me.

Which is all true, but maybe forced is slightly too harsh.

Is compelled to cover it?

Still not quite right.

Manipulated? It's getting closer.

It was a big blow for me not to get my posting in Cape Bulletin.

Chasing pirates and whiskey runners.

Yeah, I was really looking forward to that.

Darn shame.