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[clinking glass for a toast]

MR. THATCHER: I'd like to
propose a toast. To our

Elizabeth, whose choosen the
most noble proffesion a woman

could choose. I pray that you
shape the minds of a new

generation of our citizens.
Congratulations. Elizabeth.

EVERYONE: Elizabeth.

ELIZABETH: Thank you Daddy.

MR. THATCHER: Bon apitit.

MARGARET: Dear Sis, I'm so
pleased that John and I

could celebrate with you
before we head home to New York.

JOHN: So what
now, Elizabeth?

When will you receive
your school placement?

ELIZABETH: I meet with
Superintendent Higgins,

tomorrow to discuss it.

JULIE: I hear he's
very handsome...

and he's very unattached too.

ELIZABETH: Surprising as
it might seem,

little sister, a school
where I can do the most good is

more important to me than
what Mr. Higgins looks like.

MR. THATCHER: Here, here.

JULIE: Speaking of
handsome, a little bird

told me that Edward
Montclair has returned home.

MARGARET: From where?

JULIE: Becoming a Mountie.

JOHN: A Mountie?

MR. THATCHER: Well, his
father thought he was

fittering his life away,
so persuaded him shall we say,

to enter in the academy.

MARGARET: I'm told that academy
can be hard on a young man.

ELIZABETH: Please, we're
speaking about Edward.

A perpetual idler if ever there
was one.

JULIE: You're just being blaise
about him because he's

the opposite of you. He's
carefree and you don't like

anything you can't control.
Which includes men, at least one

worth being with. Isn't that
right mother?

MRS. THATCHER: Don't ask me, ask
your father.

MR. THATCHER: Well your mother
has certainly tamed

this old merchant marine.

MRS. THATCHER: William!

MR. THATCHER: It's true and I
thank you for it, without

you I would not have been
blessed so abundantly.

And look at your handiwork.

A devoted mother and wife.

A devoted soon-to-be teacher.

And, God help us, our very own
young spirited adventurer.

JULIE: Better to be an
adventurer than end up an

old schoolmarm never taking
any chances in life and love.

MRS. THATCHER: Julie
Thatcher, apologize please.

This evening is for your sister.

[Background talking]

MR. HIGGINS: Valedictorian.
Graduated Summa Cum Laude.

Impeccable marks from
all of your professors.

This is very impressive,
Miss Thatcher.

ELIZABETH: Thank you. And just
so you know, I am fully equipped

with all the latest teaching
theories, such as the

fore-grounding method as
ameans of explaining the

difference between the
poetic and everyday language...

MR. HIGGINS: Yes, yes... trust
me, I'm aware of how

well-equipped you are.

MR. HIGGINS: What I mean
is, I have a confession,

Miss Thatcher.

I've been following your
aspirations for some time.

ELIZABETH: You have?

MR. HIGGINS: There was a
symposium at the Teacher

College some months
ago and I noticed you.

I hope you don't mind,
but I inquired about you.

ELIZABETH: Well, I suppose that's...

MR. HIGGINS: Miss Thatcher...
may I call you Elizabeth

...the truth is, I am very
pleased that I now have

the opportunity to enter
your life at

a time when I can be... helpful.

ELIZABETH: Thank
you, Mr. Higgins.

MR. HIGGINS: In terms of
your obligations, are

there any distractions...
say any hobbies

or suitors at the moment?

ELIZABETH: None
whatsoever.

MR. HIGGINS: There is an
opening at Weston Day School.

Grade six class.

ELIZABETH: Weston? Oh, Mr.
Higgins, to teach at a school

with such an abiding regard for
truth and

excellence among its students...

You won't be
disappointed, I promise.

MR. HIGGINS: Please, you
must call me 'Thomas.'

ELIZABETH: Thank you... Thomas.

MR. HIGGINS: Now in return for
such a fine placement there are

obvious favors that would
demonstrate your gratitude.

ELIZABETH: Mr. Higgins...

MR.HIGGINS: Uh, uh..

ELIZABETH: I mean, Thomas...

I will do my utmost to
instill a love of learning

in my students which will
make you proud you hired me.

MR. HIGGINS: Yes, ah...
Actually, that's not the kind of

gratitude I had in mind.

ELIZABETH: Oh. Oh, my.

MR. HIGGINS: Hmm?

ELIZABETH: Mr. Higgins, I
am only interested

in a teaching position.
Not in... anything else.

May I expect the paperwork
for my placement

to Weston in the post?

MR. HIGGINS: Well that
is entirely up to you.

ELIZABETH: Perhaps I need
to speak with my father

about this conversation.

MR. HIGGINS: I see. Clearly we
have the wrong impression

of each other. I apologise.

But just out of curiosity,
when the children in your

classroom aren't behaving
up to snuff, will you also

call on Daddy to
straighten them out?

Oh yes, yes I'm sure we can
find just the right

school for a
woman of your... integrity.

Waiter!
[snaps fingers]

EMMA: Miss Elizabeth? A letter
for you just came in the post.

EMMA: From Mr. Higgins.

ELIZABETH: Yes, thank you Emma.

EMMA: Yes Maam.

ELIZABETH: A train ticket?

MR. THATCHER: It's West of here,
still further West. Ah! Coal

Valley, just West of the
Rockies.

JULIE: Everyone, look
who I found down at the club.

May I have the pleasure
of introducing Constable

Edward Montclair.

EDWARD: Mrs. Thatcher.

MRS. THATCHER: Oh, my. You
actually graduated.

EDWARD: Yes, Ma'am.

JULIE: Which has turned
him into quite a bore.

He's so serious now.

MR. THATCHER:
Congratulations.

That's quite an achievment.

EDWARD: Thank you, sir.

MRS. THATCHER: Edward, now that
you're part of the North-West

Mounted Police, would you
please explain to our

daughter that the west is no
place for a refined young lady.

ELIZABETH: Constable
Montclair's opinion

is not necessary, Mother.

I am capable of making
my own decision.

And I have a mind to
say yes to Mr. Higgins.

JULIE: Wait. Are you saying

MR. HIGGINS: gave her an
assignment out west?

MRS. THATCHER: In the middle of
God-forsaken nowhere.

JULIE: Mother, the west
is hardly God forsaken.

I've read there are
plenty of people there.

JULIE: For instance, cowboys,
whiskey runners,

outlaws... men so eager for
wives that they might even

steal them if they have to...

MR. THATCHER: young lady how do
you know all of this?

JULIE: Because
of the di... I mean...

ELIZABETH:
Her romance novels.

JULIE: I'm not ashamed
to open my mind to the

literature of the world.

And it's not only cowboys
and outlaws and Mounties.

There are Indians
all over the west.

I'm sure most are
peaceable, although you might

want to consider bobbing your
hair in case any of them feel

the need for a fresh scalp...

MRS. THATCHER: Julie, that's
enough! Is this

what she says true?

EDWARD: Well,
obviously cannot speak

from first hand experience.

But my training suggests
that the dangers out west

are indeed real.

JULIE: We all know Elizabeth is
afraid of her own shadow. She's

not going anywhere especially if
it's not within

walking distance from home?

ELIZABETH: Is that so?

MRS. THATCHER: Well as far as
I'm concerned we are through

discussing this ridiculous idea.
Is that understood Elizabeth?

ELIZABETH: No, it
is not, Mother.

This is a decision
I will make alone.

ELIZABETH: But I will take
your position into

consideration. Good night.

[Books dropping]

ELIZABETH:
[Whispers] Auntie Elizabeth

ELIZABETH: 'When I stepped off
the train in Pine Springs,

'I was greeted by a small,
precocious young girl

named Perlie, along
with her father, Mr. Leverly.

Wearing gold rimmed
spectacles and dressed all

in black, Mr. Leverly
loaded my suitcases onto

his black wagon of death,
also known as... a hearse.

He was, in fact, the undertaker.

As the hearse continued
traveling across the wide

open prairie, the little
girl wouldn't stop talking.

'She covered
every topic under the sun,

from pickling pickles to
her father's occupation of

pickling people, and
everything in between,

PERLIE: Speaking of pickles, do
you like pickles?

AUNT ELIZABETH: Uh, yes, yes I
do.

PERLIE: Me too, the saltier the
better but I hate it when one of

my hairs gets in the pickler
jar, don't you?

I bet you've got long pretty
hair underneath that bonnett.

ELIZABETH: We finally
arrived at the place

I would call home
for the next year.

They referred to it
as the teacherage...

MR. LEVERLY:
That's everything.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Thank
you for all your help.

MR. LEVERLY: Good day Miss.
Thatcher.

PERLIE: See ya tomorrow
for school, Teacher lady!

AUNT ELIZABETH:
I look forward to it Perlie.

ELIZABETH: [Whispers] A
teacher... She was a teacher...

ELIZABETH:... out west.

ELIZABETH: 'Only moments
after the hearse had left,

I eagerly made my way from
the teacherage to the

gleaming new schoolhouse
so I could begin preparing

for my first
day of school.'

AUNT ELIZABETH: Good
morning, children.

My name is Miss Thatcher
and I'm very pleased

to be your new teacher.

AUNT ELIZABETH:
Yes, Johnny.

Well that is a wonderful
question.

AUNT ELIZABETH: A
proportion is a special

form of an algebra equation.

Let me give you an example.

Let's say you have a crate
of apples and oranges

and they are the ratio,
four-to-five.

Now if we have seven
apples, then how many oranges

do you think that..

AUNT ELIZABETH: Excuse me? Is
someone there?

AUNT ELIZABETH: Excuse me?

MAN: Oh, I'm so sorry...

MAN: Undertaker asked me
to bring you some firewood.

When I came in
before you were... talking...

I didn't want to disturb you...

AUNT ELIZABETH: I was just...
only pract... Thank you.

I'm Elizabeth Thatcher.
the new teacher...

But I suppose you've
gathered that much.

MAN: Yes, Ma'am.

AUNT ELIZABETH: I'm sorry, I'm
not accustomed to small-town

thinking. Not that the
thinking is small,

but the town itself is quite
small, so one would assume

that everyone knows everyone
else's business.

And um... Forgive me I'm
rambling.

MAN: I wouldn't know, ma'am.

However, if there are any
supplies you might need,

I'm heading into town Saturday.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Oh no, I'm quite
alright, thank you.

MAN: Then I'll
be on my way.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Why did
I just turn him down?

AUNT ELIZABETH: Mister!
MAN: Whoa!

AUNT ELIZABETH: I'm
embarrassed to say I think I was

too quick in
declining your offer.

MAN: I'll be by Saturday around
eight, to get you.

AUNT ELIZABETH: I'm sorry I
didn't catch your name.

MAN: Wynn. Wynn Delaney.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Well then Mr.
Delaney I would be much obliged.

WYNN: Ma'am.

WYNN: [Shouts cammand to horse]

ELIZABETH: Well I can clerly see
where this is headed.

No wonder she was
keeping it hidden...

It's no different
than a romance novel.

ELIZABETH: I worked long
into the night, making

lists of all the school
supplies I would need from

town, along with preparing
my first lessons.

I wanted so badly to make
a strong first impression

on my students
and their parents.

[Wolves Howling]

AUNT ELIZABETH: Wolves!

[Wolves Howling]

[Wolves Growling]

[Door Slams]

JULIE: I knew it! Where did you
find that?

ELIZABETH: The question
is where did you find it?

JULIE: In Mother
and Father's safe.

ELIZABETH: Do they know?

JULIE: Do you really
have to ask that?

ELIZABETH: So
you stole it.

JULIE: I borrowed it. Then you
stole it from me.

And Mother's going to be
furious when I tell her

you were reading it.

ELIZABETH: Really? You don't
think she'd be even more

disturbed knowing her little
adventurer read it first?

JULIE: Our secret then.

ELIZABETH: What I don't
understand is why it even

has to be a secret. It was so
many years ago.

JULIE: I know. How far have you
gotten?

ELIZABETH: The wolves.

JULIE: No wonder you
jumped out of your skin.

Just imagine if you
were truly there.

ELIZABETH: You don't think
I could rise to the occasion?

JULIE: If our auntie was in over
her head trying to teach

school on the prairie...
you would be drowning.

ELIZABETH: Please. You have no
idea of what I'm capable of.

JULIE: I know what
you're not capable of.

For example, sleeping
with the lights off...

ELIZABETH: It's because
I need light to read and

study late at night, and
then I sometimes fall

asleep with it on.

JULIE: You wouldn't last
one week without the

comforts of home.

Without having Mama and
Daddy there to keep you safe.

ELIZABETH: You're wrong!

JULIE: Fine. Then prove it.

ELIZABETH: How am I
supposed to do that?

JULIE: Spend the next
week alone in the old

grounds-keepers' cottage.

Eat and sleep there, cook
your own meals, do

your own laundry, with
no help from the staff.

ELIZABETH: And if I win this
little wager, what of yours will

be mine at the end of the week?

JULIE: My admission that I
was wrong to underestimate you.

Along with my full
blessing for you to pursue

this teaching position in
the middle of nowhere...

ELIZABETH: Deal.

[Door creaks as opening]

ELIZABETH: 'A touch of
comfort for you, sister.

With deep
admiration, Julie.'

ELIZABETH: Well, this is a
surprise.

ELIZABETH: Alright, Auntie. It's
just you and me now.

ELIZABETH: My first few
days were filled with

every possible disaster.
Starting with that pack of

ravenous wolves that kept me up
half the night before my first

day of class.

[Knocking at Door]

AUNT ELIZABETH: Yes?

AUNT ELIZABETH: Coming.

AUNT ELIZABETH: One moment.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Yes.

AUNT ELIZABETH: I'm Miss
Thatcher and, and...

LITTLE BOY: Yeah, we know.

LITTLE GIRL: The parents are
wondering if you will

be coming to class to teach
today?

AUNT ELIZABETH: Um... Goodness
gracious... Um... Um... Yes,

please, please, please pass the
message on that

I will be there momentarily.
Thank you.

[Parents and children talking]

CHILD: Shhhh...

AUNT ELIZABETH: Um... Um... Good
Morning... my name is Elizabeth

Thatcher and um..you of course
may call me Miss Thatcher.

Um.. I do apologise for my
tardiness this morning.

This is not something we'll
be encouraging here at school,

had a bit of a sleepless night.

I am very pleased to be your
teacher and

very much hope to show you all
the many joys of learning this

year at school. So um, let's
begin then, shall we?

ELIZABETH: Then I had to deal
with troublemakers like Carl

who take pleasure in goading
unsuspecting teachers into

touching things they shouldn't.

AUNT ELIZABETH: See,
children, the woods are

filled with interesting
things we can learn to spell!

AUNT ELIZABETH: Well Carl,
these do have three leaves,

but I don't think
these are clover.

CARL: Oh, I guess you're
right.

How do you spell Poison?

AUNT ELIZABETH:
Poison? P-O-I-S-O-N.

CARL: As in 'Poison Ivy?'

[Children giggling]

ELIZABETH: No,
she wouldn't.

ELIZABETH: To a lothario
unfaithful to his wife.

WYNN: Miss. Thatcher.

AUNT ELIZABETH:
Mr. Delaney.

WYNN: Hey!

PHILIP: Hey.

WYNN: Hey! Is it still
convenient for me to come by

and take you to town Saturday?

AUNT ELIZABETH:
Yes, of course.

WYNN: You ready go, son?

AUNT ELIZABETH:
Phillip Delaney of course?

WYNN: Uh, Miss Thatcher?
Phillip's mother and me are

grateful that you are here to
teach the children.

AUNT ELIZABETH: I'm
grateful for the opportunity.

WYNN: Afternoon, then.

ELIZABETH: The
plot thickens.

JULIE: Where are the
lovely flowers I left you?

ELIZABETH: From now on,
I'm just going to call you Carl.

Evil Carl. Conniving Carl. Cruel
Carl.

JULIE: It wouldn't be
an authentic wager if

I didn't introduce some of the
shenanigans from... The diary.

Besides, the poison ivy
complemented

the orchids perfectly, don't you
think?

JULIE: Don't scratch.
You'll scar.

ELIZABETH: Did you
just come to gloat?

Or is there another
reason for your visit?

JULIE: I just wanted to
let you know that while

you're apparently having
boiled potatoes for

dinner, Frederick is
preparing us a scrumptious meal.

JULIE: Just admit
it, Elizabeth.

It's not worth it.

Call it quits and come
back to civilization.

ELIZABETH: Never. I'll never
give in to you,

as I know our Auntie never
gave in to

that scoundrel Wynn Delaney.

JULIE: Don't be
so sure of that.

ELIZABETH: Please tell me
she doesn't fall for him.

That would make her
too much like you.

JULIE: For me to know
and you to find out.

JULIE: What on
earth are you doing?

ELIZABETH:
Relieving the itch.

A wild-west cure
for what ails me.

Didn't know your
pampered sister was

this resourceful, did you?

ELIZABETH: Like I said, I'm not
losing this wager.

ELIZABETH: Good evening.

ELIZABETH: 'As I rode into
town with Mr. Leverly,

I relished the thought of
Wynn Delaney finding my

note on the door.

I had successfully
rebuffed the charms of

this rapscallion who believed
himself to be so irresistible.'

WYNN: My apology for the
inconvenience. Okay?

ELIZABETH: Good
decision, Auntie.

ELIZABETH: 'Once in town,
my first order of business

at the mercantile had to
do with rebuffing another kind

of pest. That of the mouse
variety. I purchased

several of these killing
devices, but arming them

proved to be more
difficult than I anticipated...

AUNT ELIZABETH: I'm sorry. I
didn't mean to...

I sort of did...

AUNT ELIZABETH: I'm a murderer.

ELIZABETH: This
isn't a love story.

It's a horror story.

JULIE: Good morning.

MR. THATCHER: Good Morning.

MRS. THATCHER: Good
morning, dear.

[Bell chimes]

MR. THATCHER: The poison ivy may
have been a little too much.

JULIE: You spoke to her?

MR. THATCHER: I have my spies.
I'm to the office.

MR. THATCHER: We're taking
on some new government shipping

business. I'll be back in
time for dinner.

BUTLER: Good day, sir.

MRS. THATCHER: Your father
is far too gentle with you.

I wanted him to disallow
you from seeing boys for

an entire year.

JULIE: Oh, Mother, it was
just a silly little prank.

MRS. THATCHER: Scratching could
scar her beautiful complexion.

JULIE: Not possible. The layer
of potato paste

is like an elephant hide.

JULIE: Besides, some day
you'll be thanking me.

MRS. THATCHER:
And why is that?

JULIE: She's dug her heels
in about this offer

of a teaching position out west.

MRS. THATCHER: That's
what this is about?

JULIE: She's trying to
prove herself worthy in

you and Father's eyes.

This 'silly wager' is
my way of dampening her spirit.

JULIE: I don't want her to
leave home any more than

you do, Mother.

MRS. THATCHER: I fear she is
more serious about

this than I thought.

[Thunder Rolls]

[Coughing]

[Coughing]

WYNN: Miss Thatcher, is
everything alright?

Oh don't do that it's going to
cause..

it's going to cause the ash to
combust.

WYNN: When the fire gets
going well, you can turn

that over to slow it down some.

But to get it started you just
turn that upright.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Thank you for

explaining the proper
use of a stove.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm
just going to go get cleaned up.

WYNN: It's coming
down out there. I could give you

a ride over to the teacherage on
my horse if you'd like.

The mud'll get deep real
quick on the prairie.

AUNT ELIZABETH:
I would not like. Excuse me.

AUNT ELIZABETH: 'If you'd
like, I can take you to

the teacherage
on my horse.' Why certainly.

I'll just sit in front of
the married man and he can

put his big strong arms around
me to keep me safe and dry!

WYNN: Are you sure you're okay?

AUNT ELIZABETH: Yes, I'm
perfectly alright, thank you.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Good day.

[Slams door]

ELIZABETH: 'This rogue of
a man, Mr. Delaney, is in

need of a swift kick to
his moral posterior.'

ELIZABETH: And I am just
the one to deliver it!

ELIZABETH: Oh, my. I didn't
know... I was...

MRS. THATCHER: I'm afraid you'll
have to excuse my daughter.

MRS. THATCHER:
This depravation in

preparing to teach
out west has left her...

and a little unhinged... and
very red.

MR. HIGGINS: Yes, well you need
not deprive yourself any

longer, Miss Thatcher.

I believe you'll find this
opportunity more suitable

than the last.

ELIZABETH: Weston?

ELIZABETH: Why
the change of... heart?

MR. HIGGINS: Let's just
say I saw the error of my

ways and realized what a quality
candidate you really are.

ELIZABETH: Well I'll need
to think about it.

MRS. THATCHER: What's
to think about?

It's perfect, and
it's not out west.

MR. HIGGINS: It's
alright, Mrs. Thatcher.

I agree, she needs to
weigh up her options.

MRS. THATCHER: Well won't they
be needing a speedy reply?

MR. HIGGINS: No, no. No I think
we should let her think it over.

Hmm? Good day, Miss Thatcher.

EDWARD: [Whispers] I'm not sure
we should be doing this.

JULIE:[Whispers] Well, I am.

EDWARD: [Whispers]It is
her decision.

JULIE: [Whispers]Yes, but she
can be very stubborn and she

doesn't know what's
best for her.

EDWARD: [Whispers] And you do?

JULIE: [Whispers] Yes. And I'm
not leaving anything to chance.

We're going to help save
her from a life of misery,

and perhaps even death?

That's what a Mountie is
supposed to do, right?

JULIE: [Whispers]
All I know is, the old Edward would

have done this just for
the fun of it.

JULIE: [Whispers]Right broken
window.

[Door creaking]

EDWARD: [Whispers] Mission
accomplished.

ELIZABETH: AHHHH! AHHHH! AHHHH!

JULIE: Goodbye
Coal Valley. Hello, Weston.

ELIZABETH: AHHHH! AHHHH! AHHHH!
PLEASE HELP, THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!

EDWARD:[Whispers] This
doesn't sound good.

JULIE: [Whispers]She'll be fine.

ELIZABETH: AHHHH! Help me!
Mice!!

JULIE: [Whispers] How many
were in the box?

EDWARD: [Whispers] Ten.

MAID: Miss Elizabeth?

ELIZABETH: Please Help me!

MAID: Miss Elizabeth?

ELIZABETH: AHHHHH!

MAID: Are you all right?

MAID & ELIZABETH: AHHHH! AHHHH!
AHHHH! AHHHH! AHHHH! AHHHH!

ELIZABETH: Please help me.

ELIZABETH: Oh, Daddy!

MR. THATCHER: What is it?

ELIZABETH: It was awful! They
were everywhere!

MRS. THATCHER: What is it?!
What's happened?!

MR. THATCHER: What was
everywhere?

ELIZABETH: Mice! The cottage is
infested with them!

MRS. THATCHER: Mice! Oh, my
word!

EDWARD: Elizabeth,
are you all right?

JULIE: When we heard
screaming, we came running.

ELIZABETH: You
win, little sister.

I'm not cut out for prairie
life. It's too much.

I'll ring Mr. Higgins
in the morning

to accept the teaching
position at Weston.

ELIZABETH: I'm not made of
the same stuff

as Auntie Elizabeth.

MRS. THATCHER: Where did you get
that?

ELIZABETH: I... I...

MRS. THATCHER: How dare
you take something from

our safe without permission!

JULIE: Elizabeth
didn't take it. I did.

MRS. THATCHER: You had no
right to steal from our safe!

JULIE: Steal? Well, at least I
don't bribe people...

ELIZABETH: What do
you mean by that?

EDWARD: Perhaps I
should take my leave.

MR. THATCHER: I
apologise, Edward.

Thank you for your concern.

MRS. THATCHER:
I'm so sorry. Elizabeth

I was only trying to keep you
from making a horrible mistake.

MR. THATCHER: What
have you done, woman?

MRS. THATCHER: I went to see
Mr. Higgins, I offered him...

remuneration... if he would find
a position

for you that would keep you
here... under my wing.

MR. THATCHER:
Oh, good Lord.

ELIZABETH: You paid him
to offer me a position?

MRS. THATCHER: I
only did it to protect you.

You're only twenty-two.

I can't have you just out
there somewhere,

all alone in that wilderness.
The world is too dangerous.

ELIZABETH: It appears
I'm not fit to go west.

Or worthy of
teaching here either.

MR. THATCHER: I was told you
wanted to see me young man.

EDWARD: Yes, sir. I've made a
tremendous error in judgment,

and I have a confession to make.

ELIZABETH: What
happened to her, Daddy?

Aunt Elizabeth? Why all the
secrecy?

Did she meet with a tragic end?

MR. THATCHER: The truth,
beth, is that we don't know.

Except for a short visit after
her teachling post in Pine

Spring my little sister left
home. And just never came back.

ELIZABETH: But we're her family.

MR. THATCHER: Beth...

MR. THATCHER: sometimes
life takes a young person

on their own path.

They receive a higher
calling, a calling becomes

more important to them than
everything else... even family.

ELIZABETH: So Mother kept
her from us because she

was afraid of losing us to
the world like

you lost Aunt Elizabeth.

MR. THATCHER: Exactly. Not
perhaps how nature intended for

the birds in the nest, but human
emotion is more complex.

ELIZABETH: When I was
reading her diary,

I found myself desperately
wanting to follow

in her footsteps.

MR. THATCHER: Perhaps it's no
accident that

you are Elizabeth's namesake.

ELIZABETH: But when I
consider who I am, I feel

unequal to the call.

I feel the fears rise up in me.

I wonder if all this
bluster about going west

is just me trying to prove
I'm not a shrinking violet.

MR. THATCHER: Edward
came to me today,

to confess to stacking
the deck against you.

ELIZABETH: How so?

MR. THATCHER: Julie
persuaded him to help her

release the mice
into the cottage.

ELIZABETH: So, he
hasn't changed.

MR. THATCHER: Actually, he has.
I don't believe

the old Edward would have
had the moral fiber to face me.

ELIZABETH: But that still
doesn't change the fact

that I was terrified.

MR. THATCHER: People who live in
fear tend to do plently of

nothing, except perhaps rob
themselves of the

possibility of joy.

ELIZABETH: I don't want
to be afraid anymore.

MR. THATCHER: Then be confident
of who you are, commit to

something... an idea, a
vision of the world...

something... something that is
grander than yourself.

MR. THATCHER: I don't
want you to miss out on

God's purpose for your life. I
love you Beth.

ELIZABETH: Today I had to put
my foot down and

say enough's enough!

AUNT ELIZABETH: I thought we
could use nature to help us with

our spelling. for instance this
lovely little Spruce. Spruce,

S-P-R-U-C-E. Now you all try it.

CHILDREN: Spurce, S-P-R-U-C-E.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Good. Um,
boulder, B-O-U-L-D-E-R.

Yes, Andy?

ANDY: May I use the privy?

AUNT ELIZABETH: Children please
let's remember to use privy

before school so we don't have
quite so many

interruptions, alright.

CARL: How do you spell accident,
you know accident like someone

just had an accident in their
pants.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Carl, perhaps
you can spell accident for the

class? Andy you may be excused.
Children eyes up here please.

Perhaps you can spell a synonnim
for accident such as calamity or

misfortune or do you even know
what a synonnim is?

Children it is easy to humiliate
one another with our words or in

other ways but lets all strive
to treat each other the way we

would like to be treated, with
respect. Now I want you all to

stay right here and look around
for other things we can learn to

spell together in nature. I will
be gone for a moment.

AUNT ELIZABETH: While I went
searching for Andy, who I knew

was hurting deeply from being
humiliated I prayed for the

right words that would comfort
him.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Andy, are you
alright.

ANDY: I didn't know what was
happening until too late.

AUNT ELIZABETH: I want you to
run home and get some

nice dry clothes, alright?

ANDY: Are you going to tell the
class what I did?

AUNT ELIZABETH: Oh no, of course
not. Accidents happen to

everyone. In fact I have a
secret of my own. When I was

your age I used to wet my bed
because I was so very afraid of

the dark. So there, now we both
know something about the other

that no one else will know.

ANDY: You're a really good
teacher Miss. Thatcher.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Thank you Andy.
I want to be.

ELIZABETH: [Whispers] Julie,
wake up. Wake up.

JULIE: [Whispers] What is it?
ELIZABETH: [Whispers] I'm going.

JULIE: [Whispers] Going where?
It's the middle of the night.

ELIZABETH: [Whispers] No, I
mean, I'm taking the teaching

job in Coal Valley.

JULIE: [Whispers] No, you're
not.

Now go to bed so I
can go back to sleep.

ELIZABETH: [Whispers] I'm
serious. I believe it's

what I'm supposed to do.

JULIE: [Whispers] No.
I won't listen to you.

I don't want you to go. I'll
hate you if you do.

I mean it, I'll hate
you if you leave me.

ELIZABETH: Julie,
you're not losing me.

I'm going to write you
about everything that

happens so that even
though I'm so far away...

neither one of us
will ever feel alone.

[Julie crying]

ELIZABETH: Julie, please.

[Background talkling]

MRS. THATCHER: You
have the list I made you?

ELIZABETH: Yes, Mama.

For the hundredth time I
promise to dress warmly

and keep dry and not
go out after dark.

MRS. THATCHER: There is snow up
there in the winter

on those prairie, so remember
to wear your woolen socks.

MRS. THATCHER: Stay buttoned up.
You don't want to catch cold.

MR. THATCHER: Forgive me,
I must keep this brief.

If I don't...

I'm already doing
everything in my power to

hold the dam back.

ELIZABETH: I
love you, Daddy.

MR. THATCHER:
And I, you, Beth. And, I you.

[background talking]

CONDUCTOR: All aboard.

MR. THATCHER: Here I um, want
you to take this so you can

embrace new frontiers without
fear of getting lost.

And most importantly so you can
always find your way home.

MR. THATCHER: Now go, go
and find out what

God has in store for you.

JULIE: Elizabeth! Wait!

JULIE: I'm sorry
for what I said.

I do believe your story
will have a happy ending.

You're going to get
married, and have

children, and have
adventures and hardships,

and more adventures for
years and years to come.

ELIZABETH: Someone once
said this to me: 'Better

to be an adventurer than
end up an old schoolmarm.'

JULIE: I can't imagine
who said that.

ELIZABETH: My best friend did.

[Train whistle]

ELIZABETH: Alright, Aunt
Elizabeth, time for

us to get reacquainted.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Teressa?

AUNT ELIZABETH:
Can you come see me, please.

TERESSA: Yes,
Miss Thatcher.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Andy's not
having a good day, is he?

TERESSA: No, Ma'am.

AUNT ELIZABETH: I think
perhaps it's best if you

walk him home, alright.

TERESSA: Yes, Ma'am.

PERLIE: He's really
sick, ain't he?

SALLY: His folks should
take him to the doctor.

OLGA: Dey ain't
got no money.

AUNT ELIZABETH: It sounds
as though things are

hard for Andy and
Teressa's family.

PHILLIP: Well, maybe
we could help them.

CINDY: How?

HARVEY: We can take in a
collection like they

did to build the school?

SALLY: We could do one
of them penny circuses?

OLGA: I say ve
do a box zocial!

People like to eat goot food.

PERLIE: Why
can't we do both?

LARS: Vut do ya
t'ink, Miss Tat'cher?

AUNT ELIZABETH: Well I think
thats a fine idea.

[Background talking and
laughter]

WOMAN'S VOICE:
Miss Thatcher?

LYDIA: I'm so happy
to finally meet you.

I'm Lydia Delaney,
Phillip's mama.

AUNT ELIZABETH: I'm so pleased
to meet you as well.

I love having
Phillip in my class.

LYDIA: Not half
as much as him.

Neither he or Wynn can
stop talking about you

when they come home.

REV. DICKENSON: Alright Folks.
Folks gather around!

Time to get the bidding
started on our box social here!

Now folks remember, we're
raisin' money for little Andy

Moran's hospital visit,
so let's turn those pockets out.

REV. DICKENSON: Now our first
bid will be on a box

lunch with our very own
teacher, Miss Thatcher.

REV. DICKENSON: Lets start the
bidding at one dollar?

YOUNG FARMER: One dollar.

REV. DICKENSON: One dollar I
hear one dollar do I hear two?

MR. LEVERLY: Two dollars!

REV. DICKENSON: Two dollars,
well the undertaker's good

for two dollars.
How about three dollars?

YOUNG FARMER:
Three dollars!

REV. DICKENSON:
Three dollars. Do I hear four?

MR. LEVERLY: Four dollars!

REV. DICKENSON: four dollars, I
hear four dollars. We have a

standing bid of four dollars.
Do I hear five?

YOUNG FARMER: Five dollars!

REV. DICKENSON: Five dollars,
ladies and gentlemen, five

dollars. Nicely done son. Now do
I hear six dollars!

MR. LEVERLY: Six dollars!

REV. DICKENSON: Six dollars. I
hear six dollars young man. Do I

hear seven? Do I hear six-fifty?
Six-fifty, anyone?

REV. DICKENSON: Is six
dollars all there is, folks?

Alright Mr. Leverly it's going
once and it's

going twice and it's...

WYNN:
Seven dollars!

REV. DICKENSON: Well now we have
a standing bid at

seven dollars. Do I hear eight?

MR. LEVERLY: I'm ready to go to
my top bid of ten dollars.

REV. DICKENSON: Well um, Mr.
Delaney, we've got a standing

bid of ten dollars. You have
anything to say about that?

WYNN: Fifteen dollars.

REV. DICKENSON: Fifteen dollars,
fifteen dollars folks..

Mr. Leverly going once... going
twice... and it's

sold to Mr. Wynn Delaney for
fifteen dollars folks.

[Clapping & Cheering]

[Teacup breaks]

[Clapping & Cheering]

REV. DICKENSON: Some of you
younger men, you might

want to get your money out...

AUNT ELIZABETH: Sugar!

[Knocking at door]

A MAN'S VOICE:
Miss Thatcher...

ELIZABETH: Yes... come in.

ELIZABETH: Edward, what
are you doing here?

EDWARD: Just checking to
make sure you're safe.

Comfortable in your car.

ELIZABETH: Yes, I am. But my
question stands.

Why are you here?

EDWARD: Your father
didn't inform you?

ELIZABETH: Inform
me of what?

EDWARD: I'm your escort,
Elizabeth.

He asked me to see you
safely to Coal Valley on

my way to my first posting.

ELIZABETH: Well,
he had no right.

And I don't need an escort.

EDWARD: Clearly, he
thinks differently.

ELIZABETH: Clearly. But the fact
remains that I can take care

of myself just fine. So feel
free to get off the train.

EDWARD: Well it's moving a
little fast.

ELIZABETH: I don't mean
right this moment.

But at the next stop.

EDWARD: Oh very well, seeing as
that's where we'll be

meeting the stagecoach at
oh-seven-hundred hours to

taking us the rest of the
way to Coal Valley...

I'd be happy to.

ELIZABETH: I don't
think you heard me.

I don't need or
want your company.

EDWARD: You can just
pretend I'm not here.

But just so you're clear...

I will be on that stagecoach.

And I will see you safely
to your destination,

rain or shine.

EDWARD: Good evening Elizabeth.

EDWARD: I never got a chance to
apologize for the mice.

ELIZABETH: I don't feel
like talking right now if

it's all right with you.

EDWARD: Of course, I understand.

ELIZABETH: Dispite the money we
raised for Andy's

medical treatment, Wynn Delaney
had sunk to new lows bidding on

a picnic lunch with me. Now
he's given me no choice but to

confront the situation headon.
However I know doing that is

going to come at the risk of
harming his

lovely wife and family.

[Ladies laughing and talking]

LYDIA: Miss Thatcher?

AUNT ELIZABETH:
Mrs. Delaney.

LYDIA: Oh, I feel just
awful I didn't think to

invite you to our
ladies' quilting.

I just assumed you
would be busy.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Oh, no, not at
all. That's not why I'm here.

But perhaps at a more convinent
time.

LYDIA: I see...

WYNN: Miss Thatcher! You're
here.

I was just about to
leave to pick you up.

Let me just grab my hat
out of the lean-to...

LYDIA: I have to tell you,
I'm surprised Wynn bid on

this picnic with you.

AUNT ELIZABETH:
That is in fact why I'm here.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Mrs. Delaney, I
want to make it perfectly

clear, I have never made any
advances toward your husband.

LYDIA: My husband? What are you
saying?

AUNT ELIZABETH: I'm sorry
to have intruded,

I think it best I go.

LYDIA: Not until you
explain yourself, Miss Thatcher.

AUNT ELIZABETH: I only
felt that if I confronted this

directly, perhaps we could
stop...

LYDIA: Stop what?

AUNT ELIZABETH: Mrs. Delaney
surely you see I know of no

other way to tell you. Your
husband is a womanizing swine.

[Ladies gasping]

LYDIA: How dare you
say such a thing!

My husband is the kindest,
noblest soul on earth.

And the fact that you are
at my door making these

horrible accusations while
he lays in a hospital bed

is disgusting and pathetic!

WYNN: Lydia? Is there
a problem here?

LYDIA: Our dear teacher
is either ill or has been

drinking, because she just
called my Phillip a swine

and accused him of having
romantic feelings for her.

AUNT ELIZABETH: You're
not Phillip's father?

WYNN: Uncle.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Oh my lord.

[Ladies giggling]

LYDIA: Oh, Miss Thatcher,
please come sit with us.

Let me get you something
cold to drink.

AUNT ELIZABETH: No... Uh... I'm
very sorry. I don't know how...

I'm very sorry. I'll go.

ELIZABETH: My profound disgrace
however did not stop Wynn on

making good on what turned out
to be a splended picnic.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Thank you, I had
a wonderful time.

WYNN: Elizabeth... I'm sorry,
Miss Thatcher... I'm sorry.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Elizabeth,
please.

WYNN: I was thinking... I don't
mean to be presumptuous,

but there's a very special dance
next weekend and

I was wondering if you
might like to accompany me

...if your time's not
already spoken for.

AUNT ELIZABETH: It must
be quite a dance.

WYNN: Yes it is. You'd have to
take the train and spend

the night in a hotel.

But my intentions are most
proper and I'd be

seeing to all of
your arrangements.

AUNT ELIZABETH: It would
give me a chance to visit

Andy in the hospital.

WYNN: Always thinking
of your students.

AUNT ELIZABETH: I accept.

WYNN: Okay, good.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Good.

WYNN: Well...

ELIZABETH: So
Wynn Delaney...

you aren't just a farmer.

EDWARD: What is he then?

ELIZABETH: He's
like you... A Mountie.

ELIZABETH: He was caring for his
brother's wife and child

while his brother was
recovering from an injury,

and tending their farm.

EDWARD: Sounds like
what a Mountie would do.

ELIZABETH: My Aunt had no
idea until he took her to

a special Mountie's Ball.

EDWARD: I've been told it's
quite the grand event.

ELIZABETH: From
what I'm reading... it is.

EDWARD: I hope to get
there someday.

ELIZABETH: I'm sure they
have nothing like

that in Coal Valley.

EDWARD: Yes, probably not.

EDWARD: May I have this
dance, Miss Thatcher?

ELIZABETH: Oh, I don't
think that would be a...

EDWARD: Please.

just in case I ever make it
to the Mountie's Ball.

ELIZABETH: I'm suddenly sleepy.
I want to get a good night's

rest before our journey
tomorrow.

EDWARD: Right. Of course. Night,
then.

ELIZABETH: Good night.

< music>

ELIZABETH: 'After the
rapture of going with Wynn

to the Mountie's ball, I began
to sense

he was pulling away from me.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Well you must be
relieved to have

Mr. Delaney back
safe and sound.

LYDIA: Yes but I couldn't have
made it through

this without Wynn's help.

LYDIA: And you're
wondering what happens to

Wynn now that Phillip is home?

AUNT ELIZABETH: I have
feelings for him, and I

think he feels the same.

LYDIA: That's putting
it mildly, dear.

Taking you all the way
to Calgary is saying

something on a Mountie's salary.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Do you
think he'll ever settle down?

LYDIA: He gave you the
why-a-Mountie-can-

never-marry speech, didn't he?

LYDIA: I can't lie to you. He
believes it deeply.

AUNT ELIZABETH: I can't believe
that a man and a woman who are

truely devoted to one another
couldn't find a

way to make it work.

LYDIA: I agree but if anybody is
going to prove that to him, I

believe it's you.

WYNN: Whoa. Elizabeth.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Wynn.

WYNN: I mended that part of the
fence where the horses

keep getting out.

LYDIA: Good. Well then you can
go get yourself cleaned

up and take Elizabeth back home.

WYNN: Of course.

ELIZABETH: Do all Monties fear
falling in love?

EDWARD: Fear? No, why Is that
what happened to your Aunt?

ELIZABETH: Yes. Wynn Delaney
gave my aunt his

why-a-Mountie-can-never-
marry speech.

EDWARD: Well, if you think
about it,

it would be quite hard. Raising
a family, settling down.

Especially when you're
constantly putting

your life on the line.

EDWARD: Moving
about from post to post,

following a higher duty.

ELIZABETH: Someone's
in a hurry.

OUTLAW: Get off now.

COACHMAN: Argh!
ELIZABETH: Ah!

EDWARD: This
can't be good.

EDWARD: Stay here!

ELIZABETH: Dear Lord,
please help us.

EDWARD: Alright put your hands
in the air. Put your hands up.

OUTLAW: A Montie?

EDWARD: That's it, no sudden
moves.

OUTLAW: But what about them?

OUTLAW: I believe that belongs to
me.

ELIZABETH: Edward!

EDWARD: Believe it or not
it was I who had the gun

pointed at his head, until they
showed up.

OUTLAW ♪1: Nothing but dresses,
shoes and books.

OUTLAW ♪2:
Where's the money?

EDWARD: You don't think
we'd be foolish enough to

travel with money?

ELIZABETH: Please,
that's mine.

OUTLAW ♪1: Not anymore.

ELIZABETH: It's just
something my father gave me.

Its value is very little.

ELIZABETH: Please...

OUTLAW ♪1:
Where's the money?

ELIZABETH: I'll
give you the money.

EDWARD: Elizabeth...

ELIZABETH: It's hidden
under the coach bench.

Just lift the leather cushion.

[Gun shot]

OUTLAW ♪1: [Laughs] That's
more like it. Lets go.

ELIZABETH: Please. My compass.

OUTLAW ♪1: Sorry, Ma'am.
I need it.

It's easy get lost
out on this prairie.

ELIZABETH: But...

Outlaw ♪1: Heeya! Heeya!

EDWARD: Quick.

ELIZABETH: Glad my father had
you come along to protect me.

EDWARD: You're a
teacher, aren't you?

ELIZABETH: Yes.

EDWARD: So you can count. There
were three of them and one of

me. And more the
point, one of you.

What would have happened
if I had taken

them on and lost.

How would you get
to Coal Valley then?

I promised your father to
get you there safely,

and I'm not shirking that duty.

ELIZABETH: I'm sorry. You're
right. What do we do now?

EDWARD: We need
to get moving.

ELIZABETH: How? They shooed
the horses away.

EDWARD: You have
feet, don't you Elizabeth?

ELIZABETH: You
grab the other one.

EDWARD: We are not
taking the trunks.

ELIZABETH: I can't
just leave them here.

EDWARD: They're just
things, Elizabeth.

They can be replaced.

ELIZABETH: Well,
I just can't...

I need to at least bring
my school supplies.

It contains all of my
important teaching manuals,

my literature collection...

EDWARD: Look, I'm
sorry. I truly I am

but they won't ever
make it to Coal Valley.

They're too heavy
and it's too far.

And the sooner you realize that
the better. come on.

ELIZABETH: I can't
go any further.

EDWARD: Leave the trunk.

ELIZABETH: I can't.
EDWARD: You must.

ELIZABETH: I'm not
talking about the trunk.

It's my feet. I can't walk. I'm
in too much pain.

EDWARD: May I?

EDWARD: I'll carry you.
But I can't do that

and carry the trunk.

EDWARD: Okay.

[Thunder Rolls]

EDWARD: Put this on, it will
keep you warm.

ELIZABETH: What was I thinking?
I just want to go home.

EDWARD: I know it's hard,
but we need to keep going.

ELIZABETH: I'm not
cut out for this.

EDWARD: Maybe it's providence,
this happening to us.

ELIZABETH: Oh, lovely. Please
explain.

EDWARD: Maybe God's making you
stronger, more resilient

for Coal Valley. Like your own
basic training.

ELIZABETH: Is that what
is was like for you?

EDWARD: For the first
few weeks,

I hated my father for forcing
me into the service.

I said what you said.
I want to go home.

I didn't see the purpose of the
pain, of pushing myself.

You know especially in light of
my years growing up.

I thought life was to get
as much you get out of the

world. You know what's my my
share. Like it's my

birthright. And then one day
providence struck we were on

basic training and trekking
across a pond, when suddenly I

broke through the ice and
before I knew it, the

current had ferried me away
from the hole.

ELIZABETH: Oh, my Lord!

EDWARD: I remember seeing
the blurry forms of my

comrades calling out to me
through the ice and then

they were gone. They had
abandoned me.

And as I started to run
out of air, I realized

how small we are
in the universe, how

every breath, every moment
is a gift.

ELIZABETH: How
did you survive?

EDWARD: My friends, they hadn't
abandoned me as I had thought.

They had simply raced ahead of
the current and chipped

through the ice just
in time to pull me out.

And as I was being hauled out I
realized that every one of

them had all put their own
lives on the line for me.

I mean they could have
all drowned, all of them.

I knew then, I knew it was my
purpose... to put my life

on the line for others.

ELIZABETH: Knowing your
purpose...

my father said very
much the same to me.

EDWARD: I took the liberty of
reading ahead, I hope you don't

mind. I'd like to read
something to you.

EDWARD: 'I devoted all of
my energy to my beautiful

students but there was a deep
void in all of us. Dispite the

best efforts of the doctors our
fund raiser had provided it

wasn't enought to save little
Andy.

TERESSA: Why did
he have to leave?

Why didn't God make him better?

PERLIE: For a boy,
he was real nice.

LARS: Yah, Miss T'atcher,
Andy vas real nice.

Why didn't God make him better?

CARL: 'Cause God don't
care, that's why.

AUNT ELIZABETH:
That's not true, Carl.

SALLY: I agree with Carl.

AUNT ELIZABETH: We can't all
assume that God doesn't

care because Andy passed on.

PHILLIP: What's
assume mean?

AUNT ELIZABETH: Assume means
to believe something

when you don't have any proof.

PHILLIP: Like you assumed
Uncle Wynn was my daddy.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Yes, like that.
We all assume many things

but sometimes we're not right to
do that.

TERESSA: Mama assumed it's her
fault. Because she didn't take

Andy to the doctor when she
first saw he was sick.

AUNT ELIZABETH: You see, we
all assume much of the time.

And maybe we do that
with God as well.

CARL: So if we can't
assume God don't care,

then we can't
assume he does. Right?

AUNT ELIZABETH: Yes Carl, that's
right. But all of us, including

me, need to dig for what is
true. For example, I care about

you all and I love you so very
much. And where does

that love come from if not
from God?

EDWARD: This is you. If there is
one thing I learned doing basic

training is recognising the the
good and bad in people.

You are going to change the
world, Elizabeth,

with your gifts. Just like your
aunt did.

ELIZABETH: Well, I guess
there are some students

waiting for me.

[Horse whinnies]

EDWARD: Whoa... Elizabeth, we're
here.

ABIGAIL: Next equation; Four
times five times eight...

FRANCES: Can I help you?

ELIZABETH: Yes... I'm
Elizabeth Thatcher.

FRANCES: Well, Miss Thatcher.
You're two days late.

ELIZABETH: Yes, I... you see,
our stage was robbed.

We were left stranded
by three outlaws.

We had to come most
of the way on foot.

Constable Montclair braved all
to me safely here.

FRANCES: Constable, do you
mind if I have a word in

private word with Miss Thatcher?

EDWARD: Yes, of course.

FRANCES: Mrs. Stanton,
join us please.

ABIGAIL: Next equation...
seven times three times six.

FRANCES: Miss Thatcher,
I'm sorry for your

hardships getting here.
I'm Frances Tunnelcliffe.

And this is Abigail Stanton.

ABIGAIL: It's very nice to meet
you.

FRANCES: You might say we're...
the school board.

ABIGAIL: You're very...
...young to be a teacher.

ELIZABETH: I'm realizing I'm
perhaps not what

you were expecting.

But to be honest, I wasn't
expecting the town to be

so empty, or the school
to be in a saloon.

ABIGAIL: Yes, well a schoolhouse
would be far more

appropriate if it hadn't
burned down.

ABIGAIL: Miss Thatcher,
Superintendent Higgins did

tell you what happened
here, didn't he?

ELIZABETH: Tell me what?

FRANCES: Not three
months ago...

we had a terrible
explosion at the mine.

Forty-seven brave
men lost their lives. Many of

these youngsters became
fatherless that day.

ABIGAIL: Yes, along with
my three.

FRANCES: We asked Mr.
Higgins to send us his

very best teacher.

One who would not shrink at the
challenges of Coal Valley.

ABIGAIL: This teaching
post is one of the only

things in this entire town
the coal

company doesn't own anymore.
The mothers...

all of us who have
managed to hang on...

decided we weren't going
to let Pacific Northwest

Mining be responsible for
our children's

education any longer.

So if you take this job,
it'll be us paying your salary.

FRANCES: Miss Thatcher,
please understand something.

We're all very proud of
the work our husbands and

sons did in that coal mine.

We know it was an
essential risk for

the good of our growing nation.

But for many of the women
in this town, these

children are all they have left.

We want them to grow up
having choices about what

they do, where they go.

Even if it means leaving
this town behind.

So, whomever we entrust
them to has got to be

fearless in thier ability to
reach their dreams.

ELIZABETH: I believe in
those same ideals, ma'am.

ABIGAIL: You won't just be
teaching them

how to read and write.

You'll be fighting
for their future.

FRANCES: To put it bluntly, are
you woman enough, Miss Thatcher?

MRS. MORAN: Miss Thatcher,
I know I speak for

everyone in saying that we
are most grateful for your

love of our children this year.

AUNT ELIZABETH: Thank you.

[Clapping]

[Aunt Elizabeth laughing]

[Clapping]

ELIZABETH: Children, may
I have your attention?

ELIZABETH: My name is
Elizabeth Thatcher, and it

will be my great joy
to be your new teacher.

ELIZABETH: I hope you
will never be afraid of

approaching me with
your questions.

The first rule in my
classroom will always be...

there are no bad questions.

EDWARD: Miss Thatcher, may I
have a word

with you... immediately?

ELIZABETH: Excuse
me, children.

EDWARD: The men who held up our
stage are just leaving town.

So if you'll excuse me...
I have some money...

and a compass to retrieve.

ELIZABETH: But there
are three of them.

EDWARD: I like those odds.

ELIZABETH: Edward, I don't
care about the money, and

I can live without the compass.

EDWARD: I know. But it's my duty
to apprehend the bad guys.

Just as it is for you to
teach these children.

EDWARD: Now if you remember, I
read ahead?

Some Mounties do end
up settling down.

ELIZABETH: Excuse
me again, children.

I'll be right back.

ELIZABETH: Edward! Edward!

ELIZABETH: I didn't
get to tell you I...

I... I just wanted to say please
come back safely.

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