All language subtitles for the Heart S01E04 Secrets

Previously on When
Calls the Heart...

Why does the company
feel the need

to send its spies even
to a Sunday school?

Because clearly

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

Cat Montgomery is
drawing a crowd

in a grove of trees.

Perhaps I should put
her on the payroll.

If you won't meet their needs,

they will flock to
someone who will.

Someone burned down my
church six weeks ago.

I wonder if you happened to know

what this can is?

It's whale oil.

I see you've found my
supply of whale oil.

Yes, ma'am.

I was just curious.

You don't see it used
very often these days.

You don't see it at all,
as a matter of fact.

I have to have that

specially ordered.

For your... for
your candle-making?

Yes.

Yeah, it's a little
side business I started

after I lost my husband.

I still have three
mouths to feed.

His death pension,
it only goes so far.

It must be a challenge,

caring for three
children on your own.

Yes, it can be stressful.

Guess it might make a
person angry, too.

I'm not sure I catch
your meaning.

Do you remember a special vigil
six weeks ago at the mine?

Of course.

It was for the men
lost in the explosion.

But you chose not to attend.

I chose to grieve my
husband privately.

That's no secret to
people who know me.

Or to those who marked that

as the same night the
church burned down.

Well, you can tell
the dear reverend

I did not set fire
to his church.

Mrs. Montgomery,

can you explain how a can
of this very same whale oil

might have ended up

in the remains of the building?

Whale oil?

It was used to burn
down the church?

It appears so.

Are you accusing me
of arson, constable?

Not accusing.

Just... just asking
a few questions.

Mind if I hang onto this can?

Be my guest.

Jack...

Hello! Jack?

As a teacher,

I'm learning new
things every day.

The children are my pupils,

But they are also
my instructors.

They are teaching me
which keys to use

to unlock their minds,

And their enthusiasm guides me.

Each one of them is unique,

And I'm learning to identify

those who need to pushed
further and faster,

And those who need patience
and a slower pace.

Good morning.

Good morning, Emily.

Good morning, Miss Thatcher.

Miss Thatcher,

my ma asked

if you could come by
today after school,

She said it's real important.

Sure.

Tell her I'll be there.

Come on, pockets.

Dump 'em out and show
me what you got.

My name's not pockets.

Sure it is, pockets.

Now, either you empty 'em
out, or I'll do it for ya.

That's it?

That's all you got?

Everything all right
here, Albert?

Miss Thatcher!

I was just...

Helping him pick all this up.

Well, isn't that nice.

Since you're feeling
so eager to help,

why don't you plan on
staying after school

to help me clean the classroom.

I was just funnin' him,

Right, pockets?

I mean, Albert.

I know exactly what
you were doing,

which is why I'll make sure

cleaning is extra
fun for you, too.

You have a wonderful eye
for treasures, Albert.

If your classmates give
you any more trouble,

You'll come to me?

Yes, ma'am.

All right.

How could Jack Thornton

believe anything so ridiculous?

So he hasn't said
anything to you?

No,

but now I understand

why he was so rude
to me yesterday.

I'll admit,

After what happened at the mine,

I was angry enough at god

to want to burn down a church,

But I swear, I didn't do it.

Where do you think all this
suspicion is coming from?

Apparently,

Constable Thornton found a
burned can of my whale oil

in the wreckage of the church.

Whale oil?

That's absurd.

When I was a child,

My father used
that on his boats.

Mostly, it just smokes and
stinks to high heaven.

Well, that may be, but...

He thinks it started the fire.

And as far as I know,

I'm the only one in
town who uses it.

Still,

Anyone who thinks
you're an arsonist

needs his head examined,

Including Constable Thornton.

I just wish I could get
rid of this feeling

that something bad
is gonna happen.

What are you doing up?

I can't sleep.

Why not?

What's an arsonist?

Somebody that burns things.

Why are you asking about that?

I heard Mommy and Miss
Thatcher talking.

She said

that mountie Jack thinks

she used that stinky whale oil

and that started
the church fire.

I'm scared, Gabe.

What if they take Mama away?

Constable.

Mr. Gowen.

I believe you know Mr. Spurlock,
my head of security.

We have crossed
paths a few times.

Thank you.

If we were any closer in age,

we might even have crossed
paths at the academy.

You were a mountie?

No, I never let it get that far.

Decided halfway through training

to get a real job with
the Pinkerton agency.

I hear tell

that you're intent on
reopening an investigation

into the church fire.

I wouldn't go that far.

It still could be an accident.

I will say that I've found
some new information

that needs looking into.

Looks like you're
testing soil samples,

am I right?

I'll let you know when I know.

And what I know,

is that a church
bought and paid for

by the Pacific Northwest
Mining Company

was burnt to the ground a
month after a mine disaster.

That, to me,

seems suspicious.

Gabe?

Is it true you think my mama
burned down the church?

We should...

We should talk about this later.

No!

I want to know the truth.

Truth is, I'm asking
her some questions.

For now, that's all.

Can you promise me
she ain't a suspect?

No.

No, unfortunately, I can't.

If you try to take from us,

I swear to god, I'll fight you.

I don't envy your
position, constable,

but if you believe that
the Montgomery woman

is a suspect,

Why haven't you
arrested her yet?

Unlike Mr. Spurlock's
original investigation,

I'd like to be more thorough

before I accuse a widow
with three children

of a felony.

So we understand one another,

if she indeed is the culprit,

I want her behind bars

until she sit before
a magistrate.

What's she going to do, run?

If she's guilty,
why wouldn't she?

I don't know what she'd do
under the circumstances,

but this is a company town,

and I need to maintain order,

or the entire
system falls apart.

We can't have citizens
running around,

doling out their own
sense of warped justice.

On that we can
agree, can we not?

We can.

Reverend.

Mrs. Montgomery.

Thank god, Elizabeth
found that little girl.

Yes, indeed.

It is a blessing to
have Rosaleen back.

Well, that's one mystery solved.

Use your imaginations.

Think what it must
have been like

for Simon Fraser and his men

out there all winter
long, so far from home.

Can you tell me about
your picture, Rosaleen?

It's what the explorers saw

when they finally got
over the mountain.

Do you like it?

It's beautiful.

Just like the sound
of your voice.

Apologies for the interruption.

I just need a minute
of your time.

It's important.

Keep working on your
drawings, boys and girls.

I'll only be a moment.

I hope you have a good reason

for interrupting my
class, constable.

I'm sorry,

but I needed to talk with
you, and it couldn't wait.

So you now you have
time to talk to me?

I was just trying to help Cat.

By accusing her of arson?

No, by trying to eliminate
her as a suspect,

but it is not proving easy.

Then try using
some common sense.

What makes you think

it couldn't have just
been an accident?

I'm not ruling that
out completely,

but there is

damaging evidence
against her, Elizabeth.

Certainly, you can't think

she would jeopardize
her children's welfare

by doing something so foolish.

That's why I need your help.

I'd like to ask her
children a few questions.

No. No...

Look, there's not a soul in town

that can vouch for
Cat's whereabouts

the night of the fire.

Maybe her children can,

but if she is in the
room with them,

I can't verify her
story legally.

Absolutely not.

Elizabeth...

Listen to me,

she could be in a
lot of trouble.

If you want me to
have any chance

of ruling her out as a suspect,

I'm going to need your help.

Did you think she was angry?

Yes.

Miss Thatcher, are
we in trouble?

Of course not.

Mountie Jack just wants to
as you a few questions.

That's all.

Why can't he ask us
all at the same time?

Well...

I suppose we should think of it

as a little game
he likes to play.

Doesn't seem like
a very fun game.

Gabe?

Your brother,

he said he didn't know
where your mother went

the night the church burned.

Is that your understanding, too?

All she said was she
wanted to be alone,

but that don't make
her no arsonist.

The three of you, you
went to the vigil anyway,

without your mother?

She sent us with
Abigail Stanton.

So what?

Okay.

Was she at home
when you got back?

No.

She didn't get in till late
after we had gone to bed.

Abigail stayed with us
until she got there.

That's all I know.

Are we done yet?

Yes.

Hello, Emily.

Take a seat.

Now, I have a few things
I'm trying to figure out.

Do you think you can help me?

I'll try.

Good.

Do you remember

a special memorial
service a while back?

With lots of pretty candles

and stories about the men
who got hurt in the mine?

Like my daddy?

Yeah.

Yeah, like your daddy.

But your mommy, she didn't
go to that service,

did she?

Do you know why?

I wonder where she went instead?

I don't know.

When she came home
the next morning,

I asked her,

but she was just too
tired to tell me.

Wait,

you mean when she got
home late that night?

No.

The sun was up when she came in,

and Mommy got in bed with me.

Emily, are you sure?

Think really hard.

The rooster was crowing, too.

Well, thank you.

Thank you so much
for helping me.

Would you mind waiting
outside with your brothers?

Did I get all the answers
right, Miss Thatcher?

The truth is always
right, Emily.

You did just fine.

Cat's hiding something.

Later that night or
the next morning,

what does it matter?

Apparently, it matters enough
for her to lie about it,

and it is my job
to find out why.

Well, I'm going along.

I don't think so.

Your authority ends
in the classroom.

If you're going to
wrongly interrogate

an innocent woman
and friend of mine,

I'm going to be there.

Mrs. Montgomery,

this is your last chance
to tell me the truth.

Both your boys say

you told them you came home late

the night of the vigil,

but Emily says it wasn't
till the next morning.

Which was it?

I didn't burn the church, Jack.

I have a perfectly good
explanation of where I was...

Ma?

Why is he here?

Go back inside, Gabe, please.

No, not until you tell
me what's going on.

Can you watch them, please?

Of course.

Okay.

You guys, go back inside
with Miss Thatcher, okay?

She's going to help you
with your homework.

Come on, let's get
out your readers...

Gabe, you too.

No.

I-I'm sorry, constable.

I am not at liberty to
discuss this right now.

In that case, we can
continue this discussion

at my office

if that's the way you want it.

You're arresting her?

Just take it easy, Gabe.

I'm just taking her in to
ask her some questions.

It's okay.

No!

You're trying to arrest her.

You can't do this!

I hate you.

Gabriel, please, stop.

Stop! I need you
to listen to me!

No, Ma, you didn't do anything!

Don't go with him!

I know, I just...

I just have to answer some
of his questions, all right?

And right now, I need for
you to be a grown-up.

To be strong, okay?

All right.

Okay?

I will ride out immediately
to check out your story.

If it does, this
will be short-lived.

I promise.

So you still don't believe me?

One of the pinkertons
will watch things here

while I'm gone.

Which one?

Does it matter?

The only thing
that matters to me

is getting home to my children.

This is from Cat.

It's for her children.

You arrested an innocent woman

in front of her son.

Why, Jack?

I gave her every
opportunity to talk.

She didn't talk to me

until we got back
to the jailhouse.

I'm about to leave town
to verify her story.

It may exonerate her.

Then why arrest her
in the first place?

Why not just give her the
benefit of the doubt?

Because I have a responsibility

to treat everyone equally,

Whether it be
Catherine Montgomery

or Henry Gowen.

She didn't do it.

You may be right,

But you'd be surprised
what people are capable of

when they're hurting,

or when they're angry.

Now, I hope that's not the case.

I hope to verify her story,

but I just need you
to be patient.

Trust me.

Just let me do my job.

Then don't let me keep you.

These don't look right.

What is it?

They're your mother's biscuits.

I followed her recipe exactly.

I wish Mommy was here.

Her biscuits wouldn't
make a sound.

Well, here.

Maybe you can soften
them up with some gravy.

Or a sledgehammer.

All right...

Here we are.

Children, I'm so sorry.

I ain't hungry.

What's the point
of eating anyway?

All right, children,
that's all for today.

You may be dismissed.

Don't forget to
do your homework!

Albert...

What's wrong?

Nothin's wrong, ma'am.

It's just...

I've got a little
something for you.

Good heavens.

Don't you like it?

It's beautiful.

And far too expensive.

Albert, I'm so sorry, but
I can't accept this.

Why not?

Because it's too much.

Where did you get this?

Well, I...

Please, just tell me the truth.

I found it when I was
fishing in the creek.

I snagged it.

I can't imagine

who could be so careless.

I think it might have
been Mr. Spurlock.

Might?

Well, he told me if I found it,

he'd trade me a
pen knife for it.

He knows

they all call me "pockets,"

and how I like to find
stuff and to keep it.

Mr. Spurlock, the pinkerton?

Yes, ma'am.

I guess he saw me watching
him over by the creek,

and he told me that the necklace

fell out of his pocket,

and how he lost it.

I guess I should've
given it to him,

but I mean, I already
have a pocket knife.

And it's just so pretty.

And you're so pretty.

I appreciate your generosity,

I really do,

but I'm sure Mr. Spurlock
misses this very much.

Why don't I return it to him
and set his mind at ease?

It's just...

I knew you used to be rich,

so when I found it,

I thought you'd appreciate it.

May I let you in on a
little secret, Albert?

Girls don't care if
a gift is fancy,

not even girls who
used to be rich.

Really?

What we care about are gifts
that come from the heart.

Like this one.

I made that!

So you clearly don't
need my advice.

You already know

you are going to
make some young lady

very happy one day,

Just like this bird made me.

Pretzels, gingerbread,
beef jerky.

Looks like you're
having a party.

Our mommy's in jail.

We're gonna go visit
her before dinner.

I'm sorry,

I hadn't heard.

Mountie Jack thinks...

Mommy burned down the church,

but we know she didn't.

She deserves something
to cheer her up.

I agree.

Add a dozen licorice sticks.

Yeah, certainly, yeah.

Miss Thatcher, we
just heard about Cat.

It's just unimaginable.

Yes, it is.

I'm sure it'll all be
straightened out soon,

and she'll be back home
where she belongs.

Of course she will.

Such a shame.

Those poor children.

All those Sundays, I sat
in her bible class,

and she was the fire-starter.

It just, it takes
my breath away.

I just, I can't believe
that she would do this.

Writing's on the wall.

She's the only one
any of us remember

not being at the vigil.

Gabe?

Gabe!

Hey, Gabe!

You can't go back there!

You did it, didn't you?

Please, just give us moment?

You burned down

that church.

That's why you wouldn't say
nothin' in front of us!

We'll just excuse ourselves.

We'll be prayin'

this all gets sorted
out real quick.

Okay, thank you for coming.

Tell me, ma!

Did you burn down that church?

Gabriel, you know I would
never do a thing like that!

Then why are you lying?

I know that this is
difficult for you.

I just need for you to trust me

a little while longer, okay?

How are you still pink?

You should not still be pink.

Cook!

Just don't burn on me again...

Just a minute!

Coming!

Good evening, Miss Thatcher.

Reverend Anderson,
please come in.

I just came by to find out

how the children are holding up.

As well as can be expected,

although, obviously, they
need their mother home.

I understand.

Cat and I may have
our differences,

but when it comes to

the welfare of these youngsters,

that's another matter entirely.

Give it back! Now!

Dear, I had better.

I can come back another time.

Excuse me.

Have you been praying
for us, sir?

Of course I have, child.

Thank you.

I'd best go.

Boys, come here!

That's enough.

Miss Thatcher,

I found Mommy's necklace.

You must be confused,
sweetheart.

This necklace belongs
to someone else.

I was going to
return it tomorrow.

No, the man who wanted to
marry Mommy gave it to her,

after daddy died.

Who wanted to marry Mommy?

Mr. Spurlock.

I thought I'd seen
the last of this.

Why didn't you say something

about you and
Mr. Spurlock earlier?

I didn't think it was important.

His interest in a relationship
was far greater than mine.

Cat...

Yesterday, Jack accused
you of hiding something,

and I defended you.

Well, I guess you're going to
know the truth soon enough.

Please.

My husband, Joe, was a...

a good man, Elizabeth.

He was a wonderful father.

But he made...

mistakes.

He had a weakness,

One that he was
terribly ashamed of,

one that the children
didn't know about.

No one knew about it.

I don't understand.

He liked to...

gamble.

He played cards with some men

the next town over.

Oftentimes, he would win,

but more often, he would lose.

He kept chasing that big win
that would get out of debt.

There was no talking to him.

I couldn't keep him from going.

Lord...

He dug himself in a
deep, deep hole.

There was a card shark,

who saw a desperate man,

and just kept giving him
more and more credit.

A week after the...

mine disaster,

that man showed up
looking for his money.

Did you explain

that your husband was gone
and couldn't repay the-

He didn't care.

He wanted what he was owed.

I didn't know what to do.

I couldn't go to my
friends, I was too ashamed,

and Joe was a good man.

There was no way I was
gonna let this town

think poorly of him.

And how does Spurlock fit in?

He's the only one who knew.

He played cards

with the same men, with Joe.

He knew I was in trouble.

He came to me and...

offered to help.

He said he would
pay off the debt

if I would just...

be friendly to him.

No.

He played on my worries
for my children.

He actually thought that
I was weak enough that...

I'm so sorry.

He tried to give
me that necklace

and...

Well, I was harsh in my rebuke.

I was so furious.

I told him I would
rather live in a tent

and I would starve
before I would...

I hurled that necklace
back at him so hard,

it landed in the creek.

He was really angry.

That's why he paid
Albert Bickley

to look for the
necklace by the creek.

And what about the card shark?

Well, it took a while.

I used part of Joe's
death pension,

and I spent a lot of sleepless
nights making candles,

but, finally, I paid it back,

all on my own...

The night of the vigil,

that's where you were,
settling the debt?

Yes.

Jack is trying to track
down the card shark,

and I pray that he
will confirm my story.

I don't understand,

why didn't you say so
from the beginning?

Why not just tell the
truth and avoid all this?

Because I'm not the only one

who adored my
husband, Elizabeth.

My children...

my children had
already lost so much.

I could not let them lose

their good memory of
their father, too.

I just...

I understand.

But what if

Jack can't find the man?

Or what if he won't
corroborate your story?

He might not be so
willing to admit

he pressured a widow into
repaying her husband's debt.

Well, that's a risk
I'll have to take.

So you would rather keep
your husband's secret,

even if it means

being prosecuted for a
crime you didn't commit?

I haven't looked that
far into the future.

I hope you don't have to.

Mr. Spurlock?

Mr. Spurlock!

It's Elizabeth Thatcher!

Miss Thatcher?

What brings you all
the way out here?

I came to return this.

Cat Montgomery.

A sorry chapter of failed love,

I'm afraid.

My heart's broken again

to see her in the
predicament she's in

for that church business.

Mine too.

Well, thank you for
returning this.

Good day to you.

Whale oil?

You just

can't help yourself, can you?

It was you, wasn't it?

You've created a problem
for me, Miss Thatcher.

You planted that
can at the church,

after the fire,

to make it look like Cat.

You took that can from her shed

and burned it right here.

Stop talking.

She's an innocent woman,
you had no right!

Enough!

You don't have any right

to judge me.

I was offering to save
her and those kids,

and she spurns me?

Please, you don't
have to do this.

Jack! Jack!

Are you okay?

Jack...

Did he hurt you?

No, but how did you
know I was here?

When I got back to the jail,

Cat told me that you were
headed to spurlock's.

He's the one who framed Cat.

It's over now.

Come with me.

"The boys...

"they run..."

Mama!

You're home.

Hi, Gabe.

Ma...

I'm sorry.

No, no, no, it's all right.

I'm home now.

That's all that matters.

As a teacher,

I'm drawn to the truth.

Numbers don't lie, and
facts are indeed facts,

but sometimes, we need
to trust each other,

because the truth isn't
always what it appears to be.

Sometimes, an oil
can found in a fire

is not what it seems to be,

and, sometimes,

love comes just in time
to save your life.

Thank you all for your support

during my recent, shall we
say, scandalous ordeal.

I am truly glad to be
here with you today.

Now, Reverend Anderson had
wanted to say a few words

to all of us.

I'll be brief,

which, as most of you know,
is against my nature.

First, to Cat,

I ask your pardon.

I accused you of something
terrible because...

Frankly, I was jealous.

I was angry over
losing my parishioners

to your Sunday school.

It turns out, according
to Constable Thornton,

our church likely burned
down accidentally.

And yet I allowed my suspicions

to run wild.

No one should behave like that,

least of all a pastor.

Please forgive me.

And now to all of you,

over this past many months,

I have not been the pastor

you needed most

in this time of trouble.

Instead,

I've been more concerned
of my own security,

in keeping my own job,

and for that, I am deeply...

deeply sorry.

I can only hope

that, over time,

you will find it in your
hearts to forgive me.

Pastor,

it's been a while

since many of us have
heard a sermon from you.

How would you feel

about leading the
service this morning?

It would be my joy.

Psalm 23...

Thank you for joining me

for this picnic lunch, Jack.

I hope it doesn't make
you uncomfortable.

A free lunch never makes
me uncomfortable.

I just thought it's
the least I could do

to show my gratitude

for that little incident
with Mr. Spurlock.

You mean the little incident
where I saved your life?

Yes, that one.

No thanks necessary.

I would have done the same for
any citizen of coal valley.

Right.

Of course, you would.

I'd expect nothing less.

Though having a grizzled miner

with a three-day-old
beard jump into my arms

would not have been as pleasant.

Hope you like
roast-beef sandwiches.

Yeah, well, anything
with beef in the title

is most welcome, thank you.

To be honest, I'm not
the world's best cook.

Seems I was born without
that particular talent.

Perhaps you've heard
that rumor around town.

No.

Sorry.

It looks like we have
an uninvited guest.

What?

Spider.

Spider?

Please?

Sorry.

Don't mention it.

We probably shouldn't
make a habit of that.

Absolutely not.