All language subtitles for Signed_Sealed_Delivered_From_the_Heart_2016_en

"They call it
a Valentine, my dear,

"and they tell me
it's all the rage in england

"these days.

"Of course,

"a gentleman like you
has little interest

"in the new styles,

"but if valentines ever
become popular in America,

"then you will likely receive
many of these in your life,

"and I want to give you
your first,

"as it will surely be
the only Valentine,

"and the last,

that I will ever give to you."

Thank you.

Hazel...

I believe this address

is on your route?

Yes.

But why don't you just...

It's been postmarked,
so perhaps you could...

Deliver it today?

Sure, but it'd still
be easier to...

"A postmarked envelope

must be delivered
to the street address thereon,"

miss obacheena.

Without regulations,

we would have
a world without order,

and a world
without order

would be anarchy,

and anarchy is...
Is, uh...

Bad?

Yes.

Yes, thank you
for your assistance,

and your discretion.

Good morning, Oliver.

Ms. mcinerney,

all ready for
the Valentine rush?

No.

This just came through
from the terminal annex.

It got routed through
special investigations,

and they said you're
the man for the job,

something about a mailbox
and an explosion.

And I know what
you're going to say,

"no Valentine is stupid

if it's sent with good intent,"

but I know you're going to say
something Oliver O'Toole-y,

or...

Excuse me, officer,

where do I go
to turn myself in?

♪ Hey! ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, baby ♪

♪ like a fool
I went and stayed too long ♪

♪ now I'm wondering
if your love's still strong ♪

♪ ooh, baby ♪

♪ here I am ♪

♪ signed, sealed, delivered
I'm yours ♪

♪ then that time
I went and said goodbye... ♪

So...

Where are we going
tomorrow night?

Or is it
a surprise?

Well, it's gonna be a surprise
if I can't find a restaurant.

Oh, Norman,

if you haven't made
a reservation yet,

it's going to be too late
to find a nice place.

I'm sorry,

I've just never really done
the Valentine's day thing

before.

That's okay.

You know, you could always
come to my place,

and I could whip us up
something myself.

No.

We've...
We've talked about that.

I will think of something.

Don't worry.

It's my first
Valentine's day, too.

I mean, usually,
I go to the...

Oh, my gosh, I don't have to go!

Go where?

Well, you know how
the folks from main facility

who don't have dates
on Valentine's

always have
their own party?

Well, this year,
I won't be there.

I will be in my kitchen
cooking for you.

Oh, look,

the Brazilian beef baron's
having a Valentine veal special!

Oh.

Morning!

Hey, where should
Rita and I go

for Valentine's day?

I'd let you guys have
our reservation to montaldo's

if, well...

If I had a boyfriend.

And if he had the good taste
to reserve a table for two

at the nicest place in Denver.

But I don't have a boyfriend.

Nope.

I work at
the post office

delivering
other women's valentines

from their boyfriends.

Norman,

could you please run these
to certified returns?

Are you finished already?

No.

But I think it would be good
for you to run these up first,

and then come back
for the rest later.

Is there
such a thing

as a fancy taco truck?

No.

Huh.

So, you don't have a date
for tomorrow?

Well, we can't all
have a Norman.

I was kind of hoping
that Oliver would, you know...

What?

Me and Oliver?
That's ridiculous.

No, Valentine's is...

It's all about romance,

and there is nothing romantic
between me and Oliver.

We're so...

I mean,

I send emails,

and he writes letters,

I binge-watch on my iPad,

and he goes to the library,

I live in cherry creek,

and he lives...

Where does he live?

You and Oliver have a thing.

A thing?

I can read the chemistry.

Chemistry does not
a romance make, Rita.

What?

You're even starting
to talk like him.

Well, Oliver is... a gentleman,

and he is recently,

amicably,

but freshly divorced,

and I doubt that he's ready
to take anyone out

for Valentine's.

Let alone a co-worker.

A co-worker he has
a lot of chemistry with.

Don't end a sentence
with a preposition.

You did it again.

Hey, where is Oliver?

"Dear maddie,

I don't know how you're going
to take this letter..."

"But I have to write it,

"because you always demand
the truth from me,

"and that's what you deserve,

no matter how hard
it's going to be to hear."

"I remember when I met you,

at the first debate
of the season..."

"Oh, I have slipped

the surly bonds
of earth,"

wrote John Gillespie magee,

a brave young aviator

who captured
the sheerly awesome experience

of pushing the boundaries
of space in 1941...

"Sheerly awesome?"

How can we put a price tag
on vision?

On the courage of a man
like John magee,

who died believing in
something greater than himself?

For a much smaller price
than he had to pay,

how can we not
continue his journey?

A journey where we,
as John said,

may someday also
"touch the face of God."

Breakfast.

Requests for overtime

and part-time time cards

must be submitted
by 4:00 P.M. today.

Uh-huh...

Do you have any idea

how hard it is
to postmark a bear?

Gimme.
Let it go...

Uh, this is

Ms. haywith's colleague,
Mr. dorman.

Could you repeat
that, please?

Mm-hmm. Uh-huh.

Right, yeah,
no problem.

She'll be there.

Great...

Yes, yes,

it's amazing.

- Thank you so much. Bye.
- Thank you.

Norman?

Uh, remember when

Rita went
to the national

miss special
delivery pageant

in Washington, D.C.,

and was fourth runner-up?

She did receive
the miss special handling award.

What's going on?

Remember
the lady who won?

Mindy, the singer.

She quit
the post office.

She got cast in les miz
on Broadway.

She's the really
miserable one.

So... what?

So, the first
runner-up is on tour

with her hip-hop group
postal mama.

What about
the second runner-up?

Pregnant.
Very pregnant.

- Third?
- She's in jail.

Something to do with

counterfeit
Elvis commemoratives.

So...

So... there she is,

miss United States
special delivery.

No way.

They're unveiling

the new president's day
forever stamp,

and they need her
in Washington

to pull the sheet.

Norman,

I'm going to miss
our first Valentine's dinner

together.

You could have it tonight.

My plane leaves tonight.

How about
a nice romantic... lunch?

I have to meet
my cousin, serge,

at the mailbox grille
at 1:00 P.M.

Weird serge from the pawn shop?

I would cancel,

but he said that
it's important.

Oh.

But you could
come with me.

It won't be the same,
but at least we'd be together.

Norman!

Certifieds are in!

Well...

Looks like I'll be alone
on Valentine's after all.

I really hope you're not.

...and a $300-million budget,

which, in a survey released
last week

by the stetson research group,

could have fully-funded
the recently-failed house bill

hr24568,

proposing a federal subsidy

for public school
infrastructure,

a far more relevant
and immediate goal

than another foray

into the black hole
of space exploration...

Thank you, debaters,

and that completes
the last round

of the morning preliminaries.

Please see the results
in the main hall,

where the winners
will be paired off

for the afternoon
finals.

Hey.

I like how you referenced

the gross national product
of Russia

during the '60s space race.

It was very impressive.

It must be my use
of actual facts

and rigorous research
that you found so refreshing.

I'm sorry?

Look, you might be able to
skate through the early debates

on charm

and folksy
story-telling,

but when you get to state
next spring,

if you get to state,

they'll be looking
for substance,

not seduction.

Come on, Becca,

let's go.

"I always figured
sooner or later

"somebody would see through
all the smoke and mirrors

"and realize what I feared most
about myself,

"that I wasn't a great debater,
just a good showman.

"But nobody ever had the guts
to call me on it

until you."

It's early, maddie.

We'll get them next time.

Yes!

Sweet.

"I can only imagine
what you thought of me

"after that first debate.

"I never thought you'd be
anything more to me

"than the competition
to beat this year.

"What scares me

"is what you're going to
think of me now.

"I never meant to hurt you,

and I never meant to... "

Oh, my goodness.

It's still
such a shock.

Well, you
should have been

miss United States
special delivery

in the first place.

This is a very bittersweet
victory, Norman.

I'm going to miss you.

First tweet of the new
miss special delivery.

Congratulations!

What was that?

Well, you're going
to be famous now...

Oh, Norman,

I think
your cousin's here.

Oh, serge!

Over here!

Oh!

Oh...

Ah, there you are.

Oliver, Rita
just got a call from...

I'm sorry,
Ms. mcinerney, not now.

Please read this.

Right here.

"I never thought you'd be
anything more to me

"than the competition
to beat this year.

"What scares me

"is what you're going to
think of me now.

"I never meant to hurt you
last night, maddie,

"and I never meant to...

Kill anyone."

These are pretty
amazing, serge.

You've got a whole lot of
vintage valentines here.

Norman, look at this one.

"My heart leaps for you!"

So, are these

from a private
collection of yours?

"Yes."

I bet you
you got these

at the pawn shop.

"Yes."

It's like

he's taken a vow
of silence or something.

"I have taken
a vow of silence."

Well, there you go.

Why?

"I am moving
to Minnesota

to join the little brothers
of perpetual frost."

"It's a monastic order

dedicated to meditation
and contemplative ice fishing."

Well, you've always been
very spiritual.

"I know you're
an expert

"in mail and stuff,

and I heard you were
in love..."

"So I want you
to have these."

Me?

These could be worth
a lot of money, serge.

"I took a vow
of poverty, too."

That's really
nice of you.

Thanks.

Good luck.

If you're ever in Minnesota,

look me up.

We'll fish.

I-I didn't have a card
for that.

I guess this is it.

I could drive you
to the airport.

Oh, thanks, Norman,
but you don't have a car.

And I still have to
go home and pack,

so I guess this is...

Goodbye, for now.

But I'll be back
on Monday.

Okay.

Okay,

and I'll think of you
every day.

Whoa.

Norman, look at this.

What?

Uh... linen envelope,

silk ribbon,

postmarked by hand,

1835,

addressed to
postmaster

Mr... Somebody.

New Salem, ill...

Illinois?

Norman, think.

Postmaster,

new Salem, Illinois?

1835?

Oh! Wow.

Wow...

Wow.

We're going to have fun
with this one.

We?

You're asking me
for my help,

aren't you?

Well, I think

any letter containing
a reference to killing someone

demands special attention.

Well, let's see.

The envelope is useless,

half the pages are singed,

and all we have so far

are two high school
debate teams

from 15 years ago.

Putting maddie
at about 16 or 17.

Debate competitions
move around every month,

from host school
to host school,

kind of like
a football season,

so she could live anywhere
in the tristate area.

And a good debater
spends so much time

researching and prepping
every possible topic,

that they don't really
have time to kill anyone.

I debated in high school.

Astonishing.

Well, teenagers,
debates, death...

I've googled with less.

Okay, I'm running a search

for all high school debate teams

15 years ago in Colorado,
Wyoming, and Utah.

It should take...

Forever.

Forever?

A day, probably.

Do you wanna wait?

No.

Okay.

Uh, we should settle in,

then.

Oh, uh...

Sorry.

Here we go.

Thank you.

People do crazy things
for Valentine's, don't they?

I suppose.

So, here we go.

"Do you remember
the second competition?

"The resolution was the national
minimum-drinking-age law

should be repealed."

The resolution was

the national
minimum-drinking-age law...

- ...should be repealed.
- Heads.

Your call.

Con.

On the contrary,

to suggest that lowering
the drinking age to 18

will curtail bad behavior
in underage students

reminds me of the time
when I was 12, in the summer,

and I grew four inches.

I grew so fast,
that my legs were able

to hit the accelerator
of the family truck.

But my dad was smart enough

not to give me
the keys to the car, though.

Not only do statistics

support the belief
that the 21 and over law

encourages more
illegal purchases

and consumption
of alcohol

among underage students,

it fosters dangerous
and sometimes fatal behaviors,

such as binge-drinking,
not to mention...

The debate was carried

by the team from...

Wyoming,

arguing the pro side.

Semi-finals will begin
after lunch.

Nice try, you guys.

Really.

Thanks, Paige.

I don't know
about you, man,

but I could use
a fat burger

and a six-pack right now.

Very funny.

Nevertheless,

many Americans believe that...

On the other hand,

statistics have shown
over the last few years...

You skate like
you debate, you know.

Excuse me?

Left, right,
left, right.

You're not going with the flow.

You know,
you're not having any fun.

I don't do this
to have fun, okay?

I do it to prepare.

I pick a topic,
and left is pro, right is con.

You drive down from Wyoming
every month

for these things, huh?

Do you take
anything seriously?

What's your problem with me?

It is physically
impossible

for a 12-year-old to grow
four inches in three months.

Details.

You don't do
your homework.

You do just enough to get by,

and then
when you run out of facts,

you make them up.

Hey, Abraham Lincoln
was a great debater,

but he didn't win
on just statistics,

he gave a little
personality, too.

You...

Are not Abraham Lincoln.

True.

But I bet I could be
a good president one day.

Well, you could, like,
play one on TV.

Look, okay,

I know how
to sell an idea,

but I'm short
on statistics.

You are great
with research,

but you never,
ever smile.

I gotta learn
to use my head,

and you gotta learn
to use your heart.

I think we can help
each other out here.

Why?

Why would I want to help
the competition?

I mean, unless you're
trying to psych me out,

and trust me, you can't.

Okay, well then,

then...

What if we just...

Skate?

Fine,

but keep up.

♪ I rode my bicycle past
your window last night ♪

♪ I rollerskated to your door
at daylight... ♪

♪ It almost seems like
you're avoiding me ♪

♪ I'm okay alone ♪

♪ but you've got
somethin' I need, well... ♪

♪ I got a brand-new pair
of roller skates ♪

♪ you got a brand-new key ♪

♪ I think that we should
get together ♪

♪ and try them on to see... ♪

♪ I've been lookin'
around a while ♪

♪ you got somethin' for me... ♪

...this is not simply
an emotional issue...

♪ I got a brand-new pair
of roller skates... ♪

Statistically,

47% of all
registered voters

surveyed last year
indicated...

♪ I ride my bike
I rollerskate ♪

♪ don't drive no car ♪

♪ don't go too fast
but I go pretty far... ♪

♪ For somebody who don't drive ♪

♪ I've been
all around the world ♪

♪ some people say
I done all right for a girl ♪

♪ oh, yeah, yeah... ♪

...spent over nine billion
dollars last year.

However, all the facts
are meaningless

without the human factor.

Um...

Because any human being
with a beating heart

that has ever spent the night
in the hospital

with someone they love...

♪ Oh, sometimes I think
that you're avoiding me ♪

♪ I'm okay alone ♪

♪ but you got
something I need, well... ♪

♪ I've got a brand-new
pair of roller skates ♪

♪ you got a brand-new key ♪

♪ I think that we should
get together and... ♪

So?

How is the beating heart
of maddie alstrup

feeling today?

Feels pretty good.

And you were kind of
great today.

You might even make it to state.

Maybe.

Maybe?

Are you basing that
on your research,

or are you finally
trusting your instincts?

"I keep thinking

"how different
everything would be now

"if I just hadn't
kissed you that day.

"But I did,

and nothing will ever
be the same."

Well, that's sweet.

He kissed her,
and everything changed.

Everything certainly changed
for whomever he killed.

Yes, well, there's that.

That kiss

set something into motion,

and someone died.

I'll filter the program

to search for fatalities

occurring around the time
the mailbox blew up.

Okay, here it is.
Saturday, march...

24th.

It was 4:15 in the afternoon.

Is there something
you want to tell me, Oliver?

We're out,

and I'm not prepared

to discuss this yoo-hoo free.

I wasn't going to
tell you this,

but I have Angie the barista

keep a couple of emergency
yoo-hoos for you

behind the bar
at the mailbox grille.

Ms. mcinerney, you never
cease to surprise me,

and I hope to someday
return the favor.

I started in the post office
as a zip code shelver,

and moved up
to mail carrier.

15 years ago,
I had this route,

I walked these streets,

collected the mail from
that box on the corner

every day at 4:00.

It was supposed to be 3:55,
but, well,

i had a sort of crush
on the female police officer

who covered the same beat.

Most days around 4:00,

she'd be parked over there

taking her break,

sipping a cup of coffee,

and I'd make sure

that I happened to be

cleaning out the mailbox
at the same time,

and we'd have
a pleasant conversation.

And one day, she wasn't there,

and instead of cleaning out
the mailbox

and going on my way,

i stalled.

I went to the coffee shop
and got a coffee,

and waited to see if she'd show.

And then some clown,

an actual clown,

ran his party truck
over the curb,

and a tank of helium
in the back

must have tipped over

and rolled onto
a block of dry ice.

And of course,

when helium experiences
a sudden change of temperature,

well...

I knew I'd never rest
until I'd made things right,

because none of those letters
would have been damaged

if I'd just done my job.

No one ever thought
to blame me, but I knew,

so I volunteered
to help recover them.

And it was then
that I realized

they weren't just letters,

they were lives.

A birthday card,
a house payment,

an apology.

When we were finished...

When I thought
we were finished...

I didn't want to stop.

I knew I wanted to
keep doing that,

trying to restore

what was lost.

So I applied to
the dead letter office.

And look at all the good
you've done.

Leave the past in the past
where it belongs.

I thought I had.

Feels like
a double-fudge day, hmm?

Why not?

Norman?

Norman?

Are you all right,
my friend?

Oh, uh, my cousin gave me
a box of antique valentines,

and one of them
is incredibly old

and will probably
send shock waves

through the annals
of American history,

and Rita's gone home
to pack,

and then she's flying
to Washington D.C.,

so I'm going to spend
Valentine's day here alone,

with my cigar box,

without her.

Alone.

Norman, I think you may be
overstating the importance

of Valentine's day.

It's really just
a made-up holiday

to sell chocolate

and pressure men to take you
to a romantic restaurant,

and say that they can't live
without you.

Unless, of course,

they don't say

they can't live without you,

and then you just end up
crying in the ladies room.

A rather bleak assessment,
Ms. mcinerney.

I prefer to think
of Valentine's

as simply an opportunity
for two people

to recognize
a mutual interest,

enjoy a quiet meal,

perhaps even celebrate
the multi-faceted nature of love

as defined
by the greeks,

phileo, storge, Eros, and agape.

Hence, the ladies room.

Hence?

You know, you're really
starting to sound like Oliver.

Okay, well...

Well, I am sure

Oliver would be happy

to take you out on Valentine's

and keep you company.

Oh, unless
you're already booked?

Well...

That's okay,

I'll just
have dinner with Shane.

No!

Uh... I mean,

she may already
have plans.

Do you?

Um...

Oh, wait!

There's a lecture
tomorrow night

at the Colorado
stamp collectors club.

I guess I could do that.

Yes!

That's a wonderful idea.

Nothing like a little
philatelic diversion

to take your mind
off your troubles.

Well, Ms. mcinerney,
it has been a long day...

It's 3:00.

Norman can analyze
maddie's letter,

I'll evaluate
the historical significance

of his mysterious Valentine.

Why don't you just, um...

Take the rest of the day off?

I thought we had more
to talk about.

Nothing that can't
wait till tomorrow.

Norman and I need some man time.

Go home.

Relax.

Putter.

Check your mail.

Putter.

Okay.

Check my mail...

Huh.

It must be serious
if I, uh, need some man time.

The course of true love

never did run
smooth, Norman,

but you and Rita

have declared your
feelings for each other,

you've finally put
your raft in the river.

You may hit a few rocks
along the way, but...

But at least you've
begun the journey.

Now, what's all this about
rewriting American history?

Hmm?

It's postmarked 1835.

I haven't opened it,
but look at the return address.

"A.R."

And it's addressed to
a postmaster, Mr...

Somebody...
New Salem...

Illinois.

Oh, my goodness.

Yeah.

Probably.

I mean,
talk about a river.

He was rafting
on the Illinois river in 1831

when he hit some rocks.

That's how he ended up
in new Salem,

where he met
a beautiful girl named...

Ann Rutledge.

A.R.

The story goes

they were secretly
engaged to marry.

But nobody knows for sure
because Ann died of typhoid,

and Abraham Lincoln
quit the post office,

and left new Salem forever,

and never
talked about her again.

Now, there are
a lot of theories out there,

but nobody knows for sure
if they were in love.

But now? Well...

We may find out
once and for all.

You know that river
you were talking about?

Do you think you'll ever
get on a raft with anyone again?

I hope so.

Rita!

Hi, hazel!

I just heard.

Miss special delivery.

It couldn't happen to

a nicer government
employee.

Thank you.

It's such a shock,

and I still have
so much to do before I go...

Hey, um,
can I ask you a favor?

Are you heading to Shane's?

Yeah, I'm on my way.

I'm running late.

Could you...?

Oh, sure,
just drop 'em in the box.

You're such
a sweetheart.

All right, well, see ya.

See ya.

Rita?

Hmm?

What are you doing here?

Aren't you
supposed to be in...

I am, and I'm late.

But every year, I've been
in charge of the decorations

for the people with no date
on Valentine's day party,

except that
Norman and I happened,

so I figured,
since you don't have a date,

that maybe you
could just handle it.

I'll handle it.

Oh, great!
They're pretty old,

but I think there's still
one year left in them.

Fine.

But I'm not staying
for the party.

I'm going to the gym,
I'm getting a massage,

and then I'm going home
to eat pizza

while I order
discount designer shoes online.

Oh, my gosh,
I forgot to pack shoes!

Run. I've got it covered.

And have a...

Thank you!

Figures.

Turns out tonight's lecture
at the stamp club

is on "blatant misuses
of postage due."

That's a worthy topic.

And high time, too.

You wanna come?

Uh, well...

You know, Oliver,

there's more to me
than meets the eye.

Oh, I am aware
of that, Norman.

See, I think you wanted
to ask Shane out for dinner,

and then
you chickened out.

Well, for your
information,

and your
information only,

I did, in fact,
mail her a Valentine

with a personal
invitation,

and I am awaiting
her response.

You mailed it?

You couldn't
just ask her?

Well, I wanted to do
something special.

Waiting till
the last minute

is pretty special.

Hope you like veal.

Good morning.

Morning.

Happy Valentine's day.

Oh, Norman, are you
gonna get through it okay?

Oh, yes.

Rita and I have a phone date
after my lecture tonight.

You two are so adorable.

Yeah.

What is this?

Oh.

Apparently, I am now
the entire decorations committee

for the postal workers
without dates party

tonight.

Oh, did you plan
to attend that?

No.

No, no... mm-mm, no. No.

I'm just pinch-hitting for Rita.

So, you have other plans?

Well, "other" is...

What about you?

Well...

Eleanor
in passports said

that the party
is canceled this year

because everybody
got dates.

Terrific.

Everybody has a date tonight.

Oh, and to top it off,

the program I was running
just froze my computer.

Excellent, uh...

Why don't you

get Norman
up to speed,

and I will be
right back.

Um...

So if you're not going
to the party tonight,

does that mean you have a date?

Honestly, Norman,

the pressure to have a date
on Valentine's

is both demoralizing
and demeaning.

But if somebody
were to ask you,

I mean, today,

would you go?

This late?

That would just be insulting.

Hazel...

About that letter?

Oh, you're welcome.
No problem.

She got two Valentine's
cards yesterday,

one from her mother,

and the fat one from you.

You were really pushing it
on the postage, by the way.

Oh, gotta run...

Perfect timing.

We're back
in business.

I'm filtering
for the first name maddie.

Oh, happy to hear it,
Ms. mcinerney.

Did she say anything?

She said
Valentine's is demeaning.

Demeaning?

And anyone who would invite her
at the last minute

would be insulting her...
Something like that.

Insulting?

Maybe she got it,

but just doesn't want
to hurt your feelings.

So, maybe she'll
wait till tomorrow

and then pretend
she didn't get it.

I saw that in a movie.

All right,

I want this
letter situation resolved.

We shall press on,

if you don't mind.

Now, where were we?

Thank you.

"To be honest, maddie,

"I started competing
in these debates every month

just to have something to put
on my college application..."

"But after a while

"I started
looking forward to them

"because it meant seeing you.

"And by the time we made it
to the spring finals,

"just being there
together, well,

"I felt like I'd already won.

I wish you could believe that. "

How'd it go?

Well...

We qualified.

We did, too!

Good for you!

Hey, ry'.

Hey.

So, it looks like

you're still
in the running.

Looks like it.

See you later.

You know...

If it finally comes down

to you and us
tomorrow,

trust me,

maddie won't back down.

Because I won't let her.

What are you
talking about?

Maddie...

For a really
intelligent girl,

you can be so stupid.

He's been using you.

Hold on...

Last year, Paige booker
was the big threat,

so Ryan got her
spinning so fast,

she couldn't remember
the bill of rights.

He used her,

and now he's using you.

He zeroes in on
the competition,

and if they're
insecure,

he encourages them.

If they're vain,
he compliments them.

If they roller blade,

he learns
how to roller blade, too.

You told me your mom saved up

to buy you those skates
for Christmas.

Okay, it was
like that at first...

I can't believe this...

But you were different.

I mean, we've been
good for each other,

haven't we?

Maddie!

Just listen to me

for one second,
please...

Don't touch me.

I honestly care about you,
and that's a fact.

Since when are you
interested in facts, Ryan?

I'm interested in the truth
because you taught me to be.

Just like I taught you

to argue with your heart
and trust your gut.

So, what is your gut
telling you now?

That I was a fool.

"Who I was when I met you

"is not who I am now, maddie,

"and I was so angry

because I thought
you couldn't see that..."

I could use
that six-pack now.

"If I'd only known last night

"what you were going to say
this morning,

"I would never
have left the hotel.

"But now,

it's too late."

Oh, dear.

Nothing's come up for maddie

or Madeleine.

But now we have a date,

and we know they both competed
in the finals

at the brown palace hotel.

Okay, I can work with that.

Give me a second.

It's quite a mystery,

that letter you have
from new Salem.

Have you read it yet?

Not yet.

I'm taking it slow,

like... postal archeology.

Probably a wise course.

It could be quite a discovery.

Now, how does
something like that

get into a cigar box
in a pawn shop in Denver?

Perhaps the question
isn't "why?" Or "how?"

But "why now?"

Bingo!

The brown has hosted
the tristate finals since 1998.

Hmm.

Oh!

Look at this.

I set up an alert
to notify me

whenever anything
was posted about Rita.

Oh, this looks like

it's her first
press conference.

Yes, it was a big surprise!

I mean, yesterday,
i was sorting mail in Denver.

Yes?

Can you comment
on that tweet of you

kissing
your boyfriend?

Oh... well...

That wasn't a kiss,
and that wasn't my boyfriend.

I mean, he's just a coworker
who had something in his eye.

I don't have a boyfriend.
I'm free as a bird.

Next?

The reservations were
made by the schools,

and they did not keep
records of student names.

What about the schools?

The special events coordinator

is busy with
the Valentine's ball.

She can't get us a list
until Monday.

We can't wait for that.

We have to give Norman
something else to do

besides dismantle the lobby.

Norman?

How are you feeling?

Norman, uh...

Please...

I'm sure Rita

will explain
everything tonight

when you talk.

But right now we
have to focus, okay?

And the heart.

"Have you ever
been so upset,

you don't even know
what you're doing?"

"That's how I felt

last night..."

"It hurt so much,

i just wanted it to stop."

Hey, wake up.

Where have you been?

God, you stink.

What happened?

I hit a trash can.

Are you okay?

I don't know.

I just want to say that
if you meant what you said,

that you care about me,

then whatever
happens today,

I want you to know
that I'm in love with you.

No matter who wins,

I'll be waiting for you
by the tree, and...

I hope we can keep...

Skating.

How's that for speaking
from the heart?

Resolved,

the federal government
should withdraw tax credits...

...non-governmental
organizations

providing programs
for the homeless

that fail to comply with..."

...those who are lost
on the perilous

and lonely journey
of homelessness

have become
too marginalized

to pull themselves back
from invisibility.

If our government by the people
cannot be for the people,

all the people,

then we, too,
have lost our way...

...and we will find ourselves
on that same road

that leads to losing
not only our identity,

but our very existence

as a compassionate
and just nation.

In 1962,

the percentage of homelessness
among Americans was...

I'm sorry,
let me start over.

Homelessness
in this country...

...in America...

...is a new concept...

It's...

I mean, it's not...

"I realized two things

"this morning, maddie.

"That I was responsible for
the death of an innocent person,

"and that I have to take
responsibility for that,

"no matter what that means.

"So instead of meeting you
at our tree today,

"I'm going to turn myself in.

"So I won't be there
to watch you in the finals,

"but at least now
you'll know why.

"This is going to
change my life...

"But I can't let it
change yours,

"and I'll understand

if you don't want to have
anything to do with me again."

"Just remember that

"when you told me you loved me

for..."

"Just remember that
when you told me you loved me,

"for one moment today,

"I was truly happy.

"It may be the last time
I ever am.

"Love, Ryan.

"P.S.

Take good care of your heart."

You know, when I filtered
for a maddie,

I didn't get any hits,

but maybe if I try a Ryan?

I can't imagine what his life
must have been like.

Ruined by one
single mistake.

Not necessarily.

If he was under 18,

then his name would never
have been released.

Nobody would ever know.

Except for us.

I'm not sure we should know.

Let's just...

Keep trying to find maddie.

I think
we just did!

It's not Madeleine,
it's Madison.

There.

I found him!

It's a Ryan...

Oh, wow.

It's...

Ryan hallett.

Governor Ryan hallett.

I suggest we adjourn
for the day,

and resume this
discussion tomorrow.

I'm sure you don't
want to be late to...

Whatever.

Oh, right.

Mm... mm-hmm.

Well, then.

Good evening.

Mm-hmm.

I have my, um,
lecture this evening,

and then Rita's
gonna call, so...

Good night.

Happy, um...

Norman, I really think
you're making

too big a deal out of this.

My girlfriend says that
she doesn't have a boyfriend.

I think that's a big deal.

But why would I want

the whole world
to know about us?

Why wouldn't you?

Because the world is
a different place now, Norman.

I mean, everybody tells
everybody everything.

I mean, they post it,

or they tweet it,

and then it's just out there
forever, and...

Are you saying
that we're not forever?

No...

I'm saying,

this is our life.

We're not somebody's... hashtag.

Look, I'm really tired, Norman.

Can we talk about this
when I get back?

Sure.

I'll see you Monday.

Until then, I guess
you're "free as a bird," huh?

Norman...

Goodnight.

"February 14, 1835.

"My dearest...

"I continue to gather strength

"from the words we shared
when you visited me yesterday.

"Though my body fails,
my spirit grows ever stronger,

"and I am able to send you this.

"They call it a Valentine,
my dear,

"and they tell me

it's all the rage in england
these days..."

♪ I know for certain
the one I love ♪

♪ I'm through with flirtin' ♪

♪ it's just you
I'm thinkin' of ♪

♪ ain't misbehavin' ♪

♪ I'm savin' my love for you ♪

Norman?

Norman!

Were you here all night?

Yes?

No.

Well...

What's this?

Oh, uh, that's
the antique card

that serge gave me.

It's beautiful.

It's almost 200 years old.

And all handmade?

Yeah.

Somebody sure did care
about somebody.

Yeah.

Good morning,
everyone.

Norman.

You are...

Not yourself.

I just need a shave.

A gentleman
must never forsake

his morning ablutions.

Do what you must,

and we'll regroup
at the grille

at say, 10:00?

Okay.

Sorry.

So, how was your evening?

Lovely.

Uh, spent it with a...

A friend.

And you?

Oh, it was great.

You know, uh,

wine, candlelight, music.

Ah.

I, um, I did some research,

and there is no record
of the governor

being involved in
a hit-and-run,

or ever having received a dui.

However,

there is a sealed record
for a Ryan t. Hallett

that was filed 15 years ago

with the clerk
of the juvenile court,

which suggests

that whatever he did back then

was expunged,

and that gives him
the legal right to say

he doesn't have
a criminal record.

My goodness.

You did all this,

and still had time
for a candlelight dinner?

I got up early.

Yes, well, impressive.

But the issue is not

governor hallett's
juvenile record.

It is Madison alstrup's
delayed letter.

Well, she was living
in Cheyenne, Wyoming,

and working as a reporter
for the Cheyenne-union post,

until about a year ago,

when she packed up
her apartment,

and left no forwarding address.

I'm sure you'll think of
something, Ms. mcinerney.

Um...

I must attend to Norman.

He seems a bit blue.

Oliver!

Hallett is
a good governor.

Even his opponents
like him.

Whatever he did,

he turned himself in,

and he paid his debt.

If we deliver that letter
to a reporter,

then we're
handing her the power

to destroy a good man

who was once just a stupid,
broken-hearted boy.

What happens after we deliver
the letter to Ms. alstrup

is between Ms. alstrup
and her conscience.

Ah... ah-hah.

Ah-hah?

Well, this is about
your conscience.

That lady cop that
you had a crush on,

you haven't seen her
in 15 years,

and it still bothers you

that you allowed her
to get in the way

of performing your duties
in a timely manner.

Rita's right.

I really am starting
to sound like you.

Please keep me informed
of your progress.

There must be something in here
we are missing.

Oh, and the police officer.

I never said I haven't
seen her since.

I'm still unclear
how this got so out of hand.

Somebody took
a selfie with us

and tweeted it,

and somebody else
posted it,

and somebody
else pinned it,

and before
you know it,

Rita's gone viral
with her own hashtag.

I have no idea
what you are talking about,

but, uh, I am outraged.

So was Rita,
I guess.

But when you're in love,

don't you want to just
shout it out to the world?

Of course.

For some reason,

strangers have chosen
to shout it for you.

You know what
her hashtag is?

Norman, please.

Let's, uh, not go there.

Can I help you?

Yes, I'm Shane mcinerney.
I called from...

The post office.

Right.

I'm Becca.

Hi.

Hi.

She never married.

She worked in Cheyenne

until last year

when she got sick,

and Becca convinced her
to come down to Denver

to see a specialist,

and she never left.

Good work,
Ms. mcinerney.

Oliver,
I did my job,

but can we just
think this through

before we deliver this?

If Ms. alstrup is
as sick as it sounds,

she is highly
unlikely

to create
a political scandal.

I agree,

but what Ryan says
in that letter

could still be
pretty shocking.

It's the last thing
she needs.

What good could come
of this, really?

Well, I think...

It's always good to know
that you were loved,

isn't it?

May I help you?

Yes, please, my name
is Oliver O'Toole.

My colleagues and I were
hoping for a moment

with Ms. Madison alstrup.

She's not taking visitors.

Oh, we don't want
to disturb her.

Good, 'cause you won't.

We do need

to deliver this to her
briefly in person.

We don't all
have to go in,

just one of us.

How about none of you?

But we're from

the United States
post office

on official business.

Honey, you could be
the governor of Colorado

on official business,

and you still wouldn't
get by me.

He's almost finished.

Thank you.

I bet you guys
were busy this week.

All those
valentines, right?

350,000.

And not one of them
was for me.

There you go.
I'll see you Tuesday.

Ricky, you hang in there, okay?

Governor,

these are the folks
from the post office.

Hi, I'm Ryan.

Governor,
I'm Oliver O'Toole,

this is
Ms. Shane mcinerney.

Hi. Thank you
for fitting us in.

Oh, of course.

So, I understand

you have some kind of
a special delivery

for me?

Actually, we were hoping
you might deliver it for us.

It was damaged

when the mailbox
you dropped it in

exploded.

That was 15 years ago.

Yes,

but once it's mailed,

we are still required
to deliver it

to the name on the envelope.

Of course.

Governor,
it was necessary

for us to read the letter

in order to process it.

Can you give us some time?

So you know...

Yes.

Nothing can explain
or excuse what I did.

He was homeless.

No friends,
no family.

There was no one
to even miss him,

or to apologize to.

He was never
identified.

A man,

just as alive as any of us,

trying to do the best he could,

and in a one moment...

He was gone.

I was a minor,
so it never came out,

but I never took another drink,

and I decided to spend
the rest of my life

trying to make up for
what I did,

but you never
really can.

I can understand that.

I always suspected
that this was out there,

and that maddie
might show up one day,

blow the whistle on me.

Now I know why
she never did.

For all she knew,

I was only guilty
of being a user and a liar.

And for all I knew,

she'd read this and decided
that I wasn't worth the trouble.

It's funny, you know,

how two people
who care about each other

so much

can let all their insecurities
get in the way

and completely get it wrong.

I'll bet she hates me now.

Uh, actually, governor,

I believe
she needs you now.

What have you got there?

Oh, uh...

It's kind of
a Valentine love letter.

Well, of course,
it's a love letter.

Look at those two
little people kissing.

It was mailed in 1835.

Just the fact that it exists
could rewrite American history.

One day, you're spilling
your heart out

to your one and only,

and a couple of centuries later,

the whole world is reading

what was only meant
for the two of you.

Yeah...

What's happened to the world?

You put that away before
something happens to it.

Yes, ma'am.

And you're still
not getting in there.

Yes, ma'am.

Sometimes,
Ms. mcinerney,

you are a complete
mystery to me.

Sometimes?

Why would you
lie to someone

about not receiving
any valentines?

That wasn't a lie.

Oh, please,
Ms. mcinerney,

if for whatever reason

you were too
uncomfortable

to decline
the invitation

in person,

you might try leaving
your mother out

of your rather sad
attempts to dissemble.

Oliver, I have no idea
what you are talking about.

I'm talking about
dinner last night.

Okay.

I lied.

I didn't have a date.

But I didn't lie about
getting any valentines.

I didn't receive
a single one this year,

not even from my mother,
by the way.

And you're one to talk.

You said you spent the evening
with a friend.

Well, if one cannot be
one's own friend, then...

Then...

Wait, how did you know?

And please don't
change the subject.

Oh, for heaven's sakes,
what are we even talking about?

We're...

Governor hallett,

this is our colleague,
Norman dorman.

Dorman.

And this is...

May I help you... governor?

I understand Madison alstrup
is a patient here?

She is.

But I can't give you
her medical information.

You don't have to.

I know.

When we were teenagers,

she told me that she had
a congenital heart defect.

"P.S.

Take good care of your heart."

I understand
that she doesn't want visitors.

Well, folks like this,

getting ready to go,

it's not that
they don't want visitors,

it's they don't want
just any visitor.

And governor,
you're not just any visitor.

Sir?

I want to tell her the truth,

and I want to tell her
I'm sorry.

I just don't know
how to tell her goodbye.

Uh...

Um...

When Abraham Lincoln
was 26 years old,

he went to visit a woman

who may or may not
have been his fiancee.

Nobody's ever been
able to prove it.

We do know that

that she was
dying of typhoid,

so he had gone
to say goodbye to her.

Nobody knows what they said
to each other that day,

but after he left,

he was never
the same again.

- Norman...
- She told him...

Well, I like to think

that she told him
not to dwell in the past,

or blame himself for
what he couldn't change.

And no one could ever understand
the special bond that they had,

and I think that
she told him

that none of it would matter

if he didn't carry on
after she was gone.

And, I guess
we both know,

that he did.

That girl.

I'm guessing
she died around...

1835?

Yes, ma'am.

Where is he?

Norman could get lost
in an elevator

when Rita isn't around.

Oliver...

Hmm?

You know, if it weren't
for you being, well, you,

that letter might not have
been delivered in time.

If it weren't for me,

that letter would have
been delivered 15 years ago,

exactly on time.

But you always say

that God moves
in mysterious ways, right?

Oh, that reminds me,

I almost forgot...

I have choir practice
in half an hour.

You and Norman
can take the car

back to the dlo,

I'll walk.

The church is just
down the street.

Oliver!

You know
I wasn't lying

when I said I didn't get
any valentines,

right?

Have a good weekend,
Ms. mcinerney.

How's Rita?

I saw her on TV.

She looked pretty happy.

She loves you, Norman,

and you love her.

Look, we both missed out
on a nice dinner last night,

so what do you say
we close up,

and we go grab something?

Oh, that sounds...

Wait, you didn't go out
with Oliver yesterday?

No.

How come?

He didn't invite me.

Yes, he did.

No. No, he didn't.

What about the
Valentine he sent you?

Am I losing my mind?

I didn't get any valentines!

Something's weird.

Hazel!

Hazel...

Do you remember
delivering any valentines

to my house this week?

Besides the one
from your mother?

And the other one from...

Well, you know.

No, I don't know.

I never got them.

Of course you did.

I gave them to Rita,
and we put them in the...

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh?

She was carrying a box and...

The decorations!

Rita promised
that she'd give them...

Norman!

Ha!

You wake up in the morning,

and you never really know
how your day is going to end.

Focus, Norman.

It's a plain
cardboard box

with a bunch of valentines
decorations in it.

What, like crepe paper
and hearts and stuff?

I don't know,

I never opened it.

Rita said that
it was all pretty old

and I just...

Hey, hearts

and crepe paper
and stuff!

Yes! That's it!

"Dear Ms. mcinerney,

"I've been thinking
that Valentine's day

"might present
the perfect opportunity

"for our long-promised dinner.

I have reservations at..."

"Montaldo's...

"...a lovely spot

"where we might share
some stimulating conversation

"and enjoy the music.

"It has been a long time
since we danced.

"Awaiting your response,

sincerely, Oliver O'Toole."

He thought that I...

And I thought that he...

And look,
it's handmade.

Somebody really cares
about somebody.

Oh, Norman, I...

Go on.

Why aren't you in...?

"I missed you."

"I couldn't wait
until Monday."

"I took the first flight back."

No, I'm sorry.

I should have known you were
just protecting what we have.

It's just...

You were there

with those important,
sophisticated postal executives,

and I just felt...

I just thought...

I just thought I lost you.

Norman...

That's impossible.

Wherever I go,
I will always carry you with me.

I want you on my raft.

Aw...

Wait, what on earth
does that mean?

I love you.

I love you, too.

Maddie.

Hey.

It's Ryan.

Ryan?

It's been so...

I waited.

What happened?

It's a long story.

No stories,
just the facts, right?

Well, this story
you gotta hear.

Very nice!

Okay, we'll see you
on Sunday.

You were so good today.

Wow, that was
really fun.

That was wonderful.
You were great.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Little nervous.

I ran in late.
I almost didn't make it

- I was in such a...
- Why? What happened?

Ms. mcinerney?

Oh, my goodness.

What a surprise.

This is Dale,
uh, Travers,

Dale, this is
Shane mcinerney.

We work together at
the dead letter office.

Wow! It's nice
to meet you, Shane.

I don't think I've met any
of Oliver's friends from work.

Well, I don't usually
get to... church.

You should come sometime.

Have you ever heard
Oliver sing?

Yes.

No.

Well, sort of.

Not, um, here.

Well, you're really
missing something.

I've got to get to work.

Late shift.

It was so nice
to meet you.

Goodnight.

Bye.

She's, uh... a soprano.

Ah.

So, what brings you here?

Oh.

Uh...

I just found it.

Hazel had given
my valentines to Rita,

and Rita put them
in a box, and...

Am I... too late for dinner?

"Just remember that

"when you told me
you loved me,

"for one moment today,

"I was truly happy.

"It may be the last time
I ever am.

"Love, Ryan.

"P.S.

Take good care
of your heart."

So...

You loved me.

I loved you.

I tried.

I tried to take care
of my heart, but...

I'm sorry that
I wasn't there to help.

What happened to the man?

When I got out of
juvenile hall,

I tried to find out about him,

but nobody knew anything

except that his body was still
at the county morgue,

waiting to be claimed.

I watched,
and I waited, and...

Nothing.

So, two years later,

they let me
claim his ashes,

and one beautiful
Saturday afternoon,

I took his ashes to our tree,

and I asked for forgiveness,

and I made
a promise to him

that I'd never forget

that I'd been given
another chance

to change my life,

and I'd taken away his chance
to do the same thing.

He died on the 23rd
of the month,

so every month,
on the 23rd,

no matter what,

I make sure to get back there,

back to that tree,
and to him,

and I...

Say a prayer.

I'm still trying to
forgive myself, maddie.

But, you know, when I'm there,

somehow, I...

Somehow, I do feel forgiven.

You made
that Valentine.

All by myself.

The heart
was a little...

It's perfect.

I haven't gotten
a homemade Valentine

since Joe cook made me one
in the second grade.

He ran up to me
on the playground,

shoved it in my hand,

and punched me in the shoulder.

Well, then this must have been
something of a letdown.

No.

Not at all.

I just wish...

Why didn't you just say

"hey, Shane,
did you get my invitation?"

Well, um, a gentlemen
never makes assumptions

about a lady's affairs.

But I didn't have any...

Affair.

I got a massage, a pizza,

and I took
a very long jog

that happened
to take me

past a...

Gentleman's window,

as he sat by candlelight

reading a book

with music
and a glass of wine.

Hmm.

I know.

I know it was
a childish thing to do.

Or perhaps we're just finally
old enough to know

that sometimes

matters of the heart
can hurt more than...

Than a punch in the shoulder.

Precisely.

I'm sorry, Oliver.

I'm sorry, too.

Shane.

So, is this

the stimulating
conversation

that you were
hoping for?

Of course, mm-hmm.

What were those
four aspects of love

as defined by the greeks?

There's philos,

or "brotherly love."

Storge, of course,

which is sort of family...

Well, a postable kind of love,

and then there's...

Let's just cut to the chase.

Which one can we dance to?

So, about that soprano,

Dale?

Oh, yes...

What about her?

How long have
you known her?

Uh... 15, maybe 16 years.

Hmm.

What does she do?

Oh, she's, uh...

She's a police officer.

"The water is wide

"I cannot cross o'er

"and neither have I
the wings to fly

"give us a boat

"that can carry two

"and both shall row

to yonder side..."

"And so, my love,

"may these words explain all
that has been in my heart

"and bring to you, if not joy,

then light
to your present darkness..."

"And remember,
tears may come at night,

"but there is always joy
in the morning,

"and always the promise
of a new day

"if we will but believe in it.

"Think of me sometimes

"as you venture out
from this safe little village,

"putting on all the love
and all the heartbreaks

"of our past

"as gentle armor,

"and stepping out with faith
into a troubled world

"that needs you.

"Guard your heart, dear Abe,

"as I am and will always be,

your Ann."