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We've all known what it's like when it seems that our only light is the flicker

of a candle in the heart of a shaft.

But I believe that that candle is Providence guiding us through our own

darkness in these past few months.

Heathen. What?

You're late.

Only heathens arrive late to a church service.

Uncouth.

Me, uncouth.

Only the uncouth whisper during a sermon.

Shh. Because together...

We can see a way out of the darkness.

Thank you.

Nice sermon.

Well, I'm glad you enjoyed the sentiment.

Very sentimental.

I thought you knew.

Good day, Mrs. Montgomery.

Why does the company feel the need to send its spies even to a Sunday school?

Because clearly some people in this town don't trust each other.

It's my job to find out why.

I'm trying to puzzle something out, Reverend.

Now, I'm paying you to offer wisdom and spiritual inspiration from the good book

to the people of this community.

That's correct, is it not?

That's what I'm doing, Mr. Gallant.

Well, I notice that your head count is practically nil.

Now, why am I paying for the cow when no one's drinking the milk?

With a new church building, I am certain they will return.

As you might imagine, not many people want to worship in a saloon. Well, I can

appreciate that, except that Kat Montgomery is drawing a crowd in a grove

of trees.

Perhaps I should put her on the payroll.

You're gonna get trampled.

Come on up here.

Good

dog.

Imagine it's 2,000 years ago.

We're living in ancient Rome.

How did we know when the workday had ended?

Rosaline, do you know?

The steam whistle blows?

Good try, but it hasn't been invented yet.

Before machines, how did people tell time?

The sun? Yes, they used sundials.

Here's a picture of a Roman sundial.

And this is a Latin phrase, ut ora fugit vita.

Ora. Does that sound like an English word?

It means hour.

Ut ora fugit vita.

As in hour, life flies.

Our lives are made up of hours.

I want all of you to think of your most important hour of the day and write a

paragraph describing it.

If you aren't writing all of your letters and words yet, draw a picture

instead.

Okay, Rosaline?

Good afternoon, Mrs. Montgomery.

Reverend.

Please, come in. I hope you like poppy seed cake.

Well, it's Gabe's favorite.

And I've been known to take a bite.

Don't see many of these in Coal Valley. I brought it with me.

My husband loved hearing me play the old songs. Took his mind off of work.

I'd enjoy hearing you play.

Oh, they're just sweet little songs.

Sweet old songs are the best.

You have a soothing touch.

I envy you.

I am not that way.

Ever since the disaster, I've felt the minors draw away from me.

Reverend, the families needed someone who could comfort them.

Someone who understood.

That's the appeal of your preaching.

I don't preach.

You speak to a congregation of people each Sunday morning.

That seems like preaching to me.

I teach Sunday school. That is all. I appreciate it.

that you preach the word of the Lord.

But Mrs. Montgomery, those are my congregants.

After the explosion, I... I told the children of this town some stories

to lift their hearts.

Then their parents started to come, too.

Maybe they just like the fresh air.

Or maybe they like what I have to say.

But if you won't meet their needs, They will flock to someone who will.

And if they are getting any comfort from me, then I will not stop.

I see.

Thank you for the music.

Oh, with Mrs. Stanton out of town tending to her cousin, Rosaline's mother

invited me for dinner.

But I'm sure Rosaline would love to play with you another day.

Bye. Bye.

Hannah's nice, don't you think?

I'm looking forward to dinner. Do you know what we're having?

Then it'll be a surprise.

Surprises are fun.

I'm hungry, aren't you?

Let's hurry.

Rosaline was named after her grandmother.

Isn't that right, dear?

And her grandfather worked in the mines across the water, so we have coal dust

in our blood.

There's no more, I'm sorry to say.

It was delicious, and certainly all I could ask for.

Well, we did our best. The deer knows.

Rosaline, isn't that the truth?

You may be excused if you wish.

She was such a happy child before that day.

The day of the disaster.

You wouldn't know it now, but she had a joy about her.

There was a joy and a lightness, I tell you. I know there was.

It's still there, I'm sure.

She so loved her father.

Patrick.

Every day she'd take his lunch pail to him and the two of them.

Oh, the two of them.

Patrick's so big and little Rosaline.

They'd sit at the entrance of the mine and she'd laugh with him.

She hasn't spoken since that day.

You're a teacher.

You can help her, can't you?

You must know some way we can reach her.

What should I do?

We'll find a way.

We saw a man on the way here.

He had a black wagon.

A broken down wagon and a broken down man.

He looked at Rosaline and he seemed to upset her.

That would be Wendell Backus.

He upsets everyone.

Some of the miners find they need drink, but Wendell's always been known to haunt

the saloon.

Since the disaster, it's gotten worse.

Can you say goodnight to Miss Thatcher?

Then a hug will have to do.

Off we go to bed now.

Look who's here.

If

you're

moving in, you're gonna need a name.

Yeah, I'm calling you Rip.

It's in Rip Van Winkle.

Excuse me.

Might I have a moment of your time?

Of course.

I was happy to see this hat ride into town.

Hope you haven't been too disappointed in the head under it.

Please.

Trust I won't be.

As the official lawman and... there is an unresolved case that requires your

attention. An arson case.

Someone burned down my church six weeks ago.

That's a pretty serious charge. What makes you think it was arson, not just

an accident?

It was too coincidental. On the same night as we held the vigil for 43

deceased minors, my church burns.

Well, I understand you questioning coincidence, but I don't understand the

motive.

My position here at Coal Valley has always been delicate.

I have always tended to the spiritual needs of the people, but... something

changed.

After the mine explosion?

People stopped seeing me as a man of God and started only seeing me as a company

man.

Pacific Northwest Mining funds my salary.

Maybe they don't like praying in an altar paid for by the coal company. But

why burn down the church?

People were sad and angry.

They lashed out at the company, the God, and in both cases, their anger was

misplaced and fueled by Cat Montgomery and her preaching.

You think Cat Montgomery somehow burned down the church?

Oh, I am not making any accusations, but I do know my church burned.

The Pinkerton men were unable to find out how the fire started, and ever since

then, Mrs. Montgomery has enjoyed, shall we say, a larger audience.

I am asking you to investigate.

That is the duty your uniform represents.

I'll have a look around the Burnside.

Thank you.

I would appreciate at least finding out what Mrs. Montgomery knows.

I am not a vindictive man, but everyone deserves justice.

Even a preacher.

Morning. I wonder if you happen to know what this can is.

Well, maybe. Not sure.

I'll take your best guess.

It's whale oil.

Really? That's my best guess.

You, uh, you saw it here?

I don't know if you're aware, but the world hasn't used whale oil for a couple

of decades.

Well, any idea who might need to use it today?

Maybe someone making foul-smelling soap?

Or, uh, an Eskimo?

I don't see many of them around here, though.

Can't say I have either.

Thank you, Ned.

You've been helpful.

Mm-hmm.

Do you like red?

Can you draw a picture of your most important hour of the day?

I can help if you like.

You seem tired.

Did you have your lunch today?

Lunch is very important.

It gives you energy for your schoolwork.

You should never skip lunch. It helps keep you strong.

What's wrong?

If you can't find the out loud words, that's all right.

Maybe you can draw a picture of how you're feeling.

Rosaline.

Rosaline, it's time to walk home now.

I'll come with you.

Okay.

Oh, good afternoon, Constable.

Good afternoon, ma'am. What can I do for you?

I had a question, but I can come back at a more convenient time. Nonsense. With

three children, trust me, no time is convenient. Please, come in.

So long as you don't mind talking while I'm preparing dinner.

Gabe? No. Give it back to your brother.

Can you clean up the table for me, Miles? Yep.

And lay those helpers. You're done, okay?

Please say hello to the constable.

Gabe.

Keep that thumb in line.

There you go.

So, what was the question you

wanted to ask?

Oh, um... I, uh... I was just wondering if you had a spare coal caddy.

When I took over the jailhouse from the Pinkertons, they'd, you know, strip the

bear. Uh, yes.

Please take that one. We have a spare in the shed. Thank you, ma'am.

Forks?

You take the forks. He's getting the plates. Emily, come on, sweetheart. It's

dinner. Go say goodbye to the constable.

As you were.

Ready? One, two, three, scooch!

There we go.

Rosaline Sullivan, she will not speak. She simply will not say a word. I've

been working with her, and I believe she was on the verge of a breakthrough when

we saw a man. Wendell Backus... Slow down for a second.

Big city folk rattle a mile a minute. I'm just a country boy who needs to

understand this.

I'm concerned for one of my students.

Rosaline Sullivan, who doesn't speak, and why do you think Mr. Backus had

something to do with that?

When she saw him...

He stared at her, and it was like her blood froze. It just happened again. She

saw him, and she just crawled back into her shell.

There's something wrong here. I know it.

Well, Wendell's a drinker, if that's what you mean.

But so are other miners.

It's more than that.

Well, working in a mine can break a lot of men.

It's not a pretty sight, but it doesn't mean that he's a bad man.

There's something wrong about him, and it's connected to why Rosaline won't

speak.

How old is she?

She's only eight.

Okay.

Talk to you tomorrow.

I'm glad you brought your lunch today.

When I was a girl, we called jacks knuckle bones.

My favorite game with them was called horse in the stable. Would you like to

learn how to play?

Okay.

I'll start with... I'll be right back.

Don't forget to eat your lunch.

What happened? He stole my coins! Did not!

They were on the ground!

Yeah, but I saw them first! Did not! Whatever happened, there will be no

fisticuffs on my watch. This is no way to resolve a dispute.

But they're mine!

No! But I saw them first! Did not!

The Collins are toast.

Okay. We're gonna do it this time. Are you ready?

Okay. And... Fetch!

Sorry, Reverend.

Have you ever seen a less mobile dog?

No, sir.

I hope it's not catchy.

Beg your pardon?

I am questioning the slow pace of your investigation into the church fire. I'm

happy with my pace.

Have you uncovered anything of interest?

I can't discuss an ongoing investigation.

Jack, Jack, Rosalina's missing.

The children were outside for lunch, and the next thing I know, I see Wendell's

wagon going down the road, and Rosalina's gone.

When did this happen? Just now.

I told you about Wendell. We don't know anything yet.

Maybe she went back to the schoolroom. Did you look there? Of course she was

there. Maybe she went home.

Are you sure you're not jumping to conclusions?

Jack, I think he's taken her.

I know Wendell Backus.

Ever since the explosion, he's been a troubled soul. You should hurry.

Which way was his wagon headed?

Out of town.

I think he was headed west downtown.

Okay, go back to the classroom. She might return there. I'll track down

Wendell. Go!

Is there anything I can do to help?

Start knocking on doors on Main Street. See if anyone saw something.

What do you want?

Hey, what are you doing?

Looking for a missing child.

Where on the... Rosaline! Hey, this is my house!

Move.

What's going on?

I need you to sober up.

Right now, Wendell.

You bust in here, I ain't bothered you.

There is a little girl.

Rosaline Sullivan.

You know her?

She went missing from school today.

You know anything about that?

No, no, of course not.

You got no right to accuse me.

You tell me what you know.

Nothing. I ain't known nothing my whole life.

You're lying to me. What can you do to me that's worse than my life is now?

If I find out that little girl is missing because of something you've

done, I will personally see that you were locked away in medicine hat prison,

shackled to the wall of a stone-cold cell for the rest of your miserable

life.

I didn't do nothing, I swear.

Your eyes are telling me a different story.

This story was a day a while back today.

Sometimes liquor gets the best of me.

I had a few too many a while back, and I saw that little Irish girl, and I asked

her what day it was.

She didn't answer. She was being disrespectful.

I'm an old mine hog. I'm not much. You should show some respect. I have earned

some respect.

So what did you do to her?

Nothing, really.

I raised my hand to her.

She drew back, and I could see how scared she was. But I swear, I never hit

her now.

I mean, I know I put the fear of God in her that day.

Oh, you put the fear of a very flawed man in her.

Not God.

He shouldn't even be alive.

He should have died in that mine with the rest of them.

I was sick that day.

So my best friend worked the shift for me.

I think I killed him myself.

And ever since, you've been doing your best to die.

Drink yourself to death?

That's about right.

Maybe you were spared for a reason.

It's not too late to do something good with your life, Wendell.

Did Rosaline have a favorite place where she might have gone?

She's a smart girl.

I think she'll be sitting with us tomorrow morning right there in her

spot.

Class, open your readers to chapter seven, please, and read on your own.

I found Wendell.

She wasn't there.

I don't think he knows where she is.

Been away by this old and home.

She hasn't turned up. Molly and some of the other mothers are searching right

now. Oh, poor Molly.

Most Coal Valley kids, they can take care of themselves, but from what you've

told me about Rosaline... I think we need an all-out search.

Yeah, I think you're right.

Where's Elaine?

Where are

you?

Whoa.

I'd like to help.

It's good to have you with us.

Nothing. Oh, get some rest. You'll need it for the morning. How can I rest?

I'll never be able to rest when she's out there somewhere.

She could be in trouble.

No, I'll not rest now or ever until I find her.

Rosalie!

Rosalie, my darling!

We keep looking.

Okay, some of you follow Molly, and the rest of us, let's check the east side.

I'll head to the school.

Maybe she made her way there.

Rosaline?

Rosaline?

Rosaline?

Rosaline?

Rosaline?

Rosaline? Oh my god!

Are you okay?

It's okay. It's okay. I'm here now. You're alright.

You're alright.

Did you know that?

You're safe now. You're safe.

Rosaline, I found your picture.

And I think I know why you came here.

You wanted to bring your daddy his lunch, didn't you?

It is not your fault that your daddy lost his life in this mine.

What will Mommy say when she finds out I didn't bring him his lunch?

She will tell you that she loves you more than life itself.

Rosaline. Mommy!

Rosaline.

Mommy! Mommy!

They found her.

They found her!

The searchers all rushed toward Rosaline when they saw she was back safe in her

mother's arms.

The Reverend.

The mothers.

many of the miners, even Wendell Backus.

The light of love restores every lost voice.

Can anyone say this?

Gabe?

Sol omnibus lucet?

Very good, Gabe. Sol omnibus luce.

Rosaline, would you like to guess what the word soul means?

Does it mean sun?

Yes.

This means the sun shines for everyone.

That's all for today. Enjoy the sunshine.

A very good lesson.

Thank you.

I, uh... I owe you an apology.

For what?

For jumping to conclusions about your character when I first got to town.

For last night, once again, you proved me ero.

Ah.

The Latin word for mistaken.

You know Latin, do you?

A little.

For instance, Bella.

Oh.

Did I, did I pronounce that correctly?

Yes, I believe you did.

Well, there's also, uh, Barcheshi.

I'm afraid I don't know that one.

So why are you whispering?

It means... wake up.

Take this over to Nan at Mercatel.

Reverend, they found that little girl.

Yes, a true miracle.

I see that you're making some progress.

Mr. Spurlock tells me that the constable is investigating the church fire.

Yes. Well, hopefully there will be a quick arrest and a resolution to this

matter. Now, I know that you want me to build you a new church.

About the church. But with the perpetrator put away, be it Cat

Montgomery or whomever, I will certainly feel more inspired to build you a new

place of worship. I don't want that.

Gathering together to praise the Lord and worship in his name doesn't require

a building.

You were the one who's been pestering me about it.

Now, if you wish to continue to preach at the saloon, that's fine by me, as

long as everyone continues to move forward and people have their minds

taken off the unfortunate mine disaster.

I blamed a poor widow for burning down my church.

and stealing my parishioners.

Well, it certainly appears that that's exactly what's happened.

I have no idea whether Kat Montgomery burned down that church or not.

But even if she did, it's not my place to judge.

I came here looking for justice as if that church belonged to me, as if it was

my personal property.

But it never was.

The church belongs to the people, and I...

I'm supposed to be their humble servant.

Well, so long as you continue to do the job that I am paying you to do.

Whereas I was blind, but now I see.

Gospel of John 9, 111.

I'm sorry, Parson, but I don't speak Bible.

I don't work for you anymore, Mr. Gowan.

I am resigning my position with the company.

I hope the good people of this town can forgive me my weaknesses so I can go

back to my calling as their preacher.

How are you going to do that without a church?

How are you going to keep your flock together without some kind of financial

backing and a place to preach?

Where God guides, God provides.

Mother home back gardening Might

hang

on to this guy for a minute.

Yes, sir.

You're getting good at that. Thanks

I came to return this.

I have one of my own now, but thank you for the loan.

Oh, you're welcome. You can just put it in the shed for now.

Yes, ma'am.