All language subtitles for 2ACC0D6DC6786105A8833460C4C91B27_eng (WHEN CALLS THE HEART) (IND AND ARAB)

I'd like to propose
a toast. To our

Elizabeth, whose choose the
most noble profession a woman

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

generation of our citizens.
Congratulations. Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

Thank you daddy.

Bon apitit.

Dear sis, I'm so
pleased that John and I

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

So what now, Elizabeth?

When will you receive
your school placement?

I meet with
superintendent Higgins,

tomorrow to discuss it.

I hear he's very handsome...

And he's very unattached too.

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.

Here, here.

Speaking of
handsome, a little bird

told me that Edward
montclair has returned home.

From where?

Becoming a mountie.

A mountie?

Well, his father thought he was

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

to enter in the academy.

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

Please, we're
speaking about Edward.

A perpetual idler if
ever there was one.

You're just being blase
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?

Don't ask me, ask your father.

Well your mother
has certainly tamed

this old merchant marine.

William!

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.

Better to be an
adventurer than end up an

old schoolmarm never taking
any chances in life and love.

Julie Thatcher,
apologize please.

This evening is for your sister.

Valedictorian. Graduated
summa cum laude.

Impeccable marks from
all of your professors.

This is very impressive,
miss Thatcher.

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

with all the latest teaching
theories, such as the

fore-grounding method
as a means of explaining the

difference between the
poetic and everyday language...

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

well-equipped you are.

What I mean is, I
have a confession,

miss Thatcher.

I've been following your
aspirations for some time.

You have?

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.

Well, I suppose that's...

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.

Thank you, Mr. Higgins.

In terms of your
obligations, are

there any distractions...
Say any hobbies

or suitors at the moment?

None whatsoever.

There is an opening
at Weston day school.

Grade six class.

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.

Please, you must
call me 'Thomas.'

thank you... Thomas.

Now in return for such a
fine placement there are

obvious favors that would
demonstrate your gratitude.

Mr. Higgins...

Uh, uh..

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.

Yes, ah... actually,
that's not the kind of

gratitude I had in mind.

Oh. Oh, my.

Hmm?

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?

Well that is entirely up to you.

Perhaps I need to
speak with my father

about this conversation.

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!

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

From Mr. Higgins.

Yes, thank you Emma.

Yes maam.

A train ticket?

It's west of here, still
further west. Ah! Coal

valley, just west
of the rockies.

Everyone, look who I
found down at the club.

May I have the pleasure
of introducing constable

Edward montclair.

Mrs. Thatcher.

Oh, my. You actually graduated.

Yes, ma'am.

Which has turned
him into quite a bore.

He's so serious now.

Congratulations.

That's quite an achievement.

Thank you, sir.

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.

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.

Wait. Are you saying

gave her an assignment out west?

In the middle of
god-forsaken nowhere.

Mother, the west is
hardly god forsaken.

I've read there are
plenty of people there.

For instance, cowboys,
whiskey runners,

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

steal them if they have to...

Young lady how do
you know all of this?

Because of the di... I mean...

Her romance novels.

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...

Julie, that's enough! Is this

what she says true?

Well, obviously cannot speak

from first hand experience.

But my training suggests
that the dangers out west

are indeed real.

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?

Is that so?

Well as far as i'm
concerned we are through

discussing this ridiculous idea.
Is that understood Elizabeth?

No, it is not, mother.

This is a decision
I will make alone.

But I will take
your position into

consideration. Good night.

Auntie 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,

speaking of pickles,
do you like pickles?

Uh, yes, yes I do.

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

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

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

We finally arrived at the place

I would call home
for the next year.

They referred to it
as the teacher age...

That's everything.

Thank you for all your help.

Good day miss. Thatcher.

See ya tomorrow for
school, teacher lady!

I look forward to it perlie.

A teacher... she
was a teacher...

...out west.

Only moments after
the hearse had left,

I eagerly made my way
from the teacher age to the

gleaming new schoolhouse
so I could begin preparing

for my first day of school.'

good morning, children.

My name is miss Thatcher
and I'm very pleased

to be your new teacher.

Yes, Johnny.

Well that is a
wonderful question.

- 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..

Excuse me? Is someone there?

Excuse me?

Oh, I'm so sorry...

Undertaker asked me to
bring you some firewood.

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

I didn't want to disturb you...

I was just... only
pract... thank you.

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

But I suppose you've
gathered that much.

Yes, ma'am.

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.

I wouldn't know, ma'am.

However, if there are any
supplies you might need,

I'm heading into town Saturday.

Oh no, I'm quite
alright, thank you.

Then I'll be on my way.

Why did I just turn him down?

- Mister!
- Whoa!

I'm embarrassed
to say I think I was

too quick in
declining your offer.

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

I'm sorry I didn't
catch your name.

Wynn. Wynn Delaney.

Well then Mr. Delaney I
would be much obliged.

Ma'am.

Well I can clearly see
where this is headed.

No wonder she was
keeping it hidden...

It's no different than
a romance novel.

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!

I knew it! Where
did you find that?

The question is
where did you find it?

In mother and father's safe.

Do they know?

Do you really have to ask that?

So you stole it.

I borrowed it. Then
you stole it from me.

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

you were reading it.

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

disturbed knowing her
little adventurer read it first?

Our secret then.

What I don't
understand is why it even

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

I know. How far have you gotten?

The wolves.

No wonder you
jumped out of your skin.

Just imagine if
you were truly there.

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

If our auntie was in over
her head trying to teach

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

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

I know what you're
not capable of.

For example, sleeping
with the lights off...

It's because I need
light to read and

study late at night, and
then I sometimes fall

asleep with it on.

You wouldn't last
one week without the

comforts of home.

Without having mama and
daddy there to keep you safe.

You're wrong!

Fine. Then prove it.

How am I supposed to do that?

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.

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

be mine at the end of the week?

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...

Deal.

'A touch of comfort
for you, sister.

With deep admiration, Julie.'

Well, this is a surprise.

Alright, auntie. It's
just you and me now.

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.

Yes?

Coming.

One moment.

Yes.

I'm miss Thatcher and, and...

Yeah, we know.

The parents are
wondering if you will

be coming to class
to teach today?

Um... goodness
gracious... um... um... yes,

please, please, please
pass the message on that

I will be there
momentarily. Thank you.

Shhhh...

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?

Then I had to deal with
troublemakers like Carl

who take pleasure in goading
unsuspecting teachers into

touching things they shouldn't.

See, children, the woods are

filled with interesting
things we can learn to spell!

Well Carl, these do
have three leaves,

but I don't think
these are clover.

Oh, I guess you're right.

How do you spell poison?

Poison? P-o-i-s-o-n.

As in 'poison Ivy?'

no, she wouldn't.

To a lothario
unfaithful to his wife.

Miss. Thatcher.

Mr. Delaney.

Hey!

Hey.

Hey! Is it still convenient
for me to come by

and take you to town Saturday?

Yes, of course.

You ready go, son?

Phillip Delaney of course?

Uh, miss Thatcher?
Phillip's mother and me are

grateful that you are
here to teach the children.

I'm grateful for
the opportunity.

Afternoon, then.

The plot thickens.

Where are the lovely
flowers I left you?

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

Evil Carl. Conniving
Carl. Cruel Carl.

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?

Don't scratch. You'll scar.

Did you just come to gloat?

Or is there another
reason for your visit?

I just wanted to let
you know that while

you're apparently
having boiled potatoes for

dinner, Frederick is preparing
us a scrumptious meal.

Just admit it, Elizabeth.

It's not worth it.

Call it quits and come
back to civilization.

Never. I'll never
give in to you,

as I know our auntie
never gave in to

that scoundrel wynn Delaney.

Don't be so sure of that.

Please tell me she
doesn't fall for him.

That would make
her too much like you.

For me to know
and you to find out.

What on earth are you doing?

Relieving the itch.

A wild-west cure
for what ails me.

Didn't know your
pampered sister was

this resourceful, did you?

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

Good evening.

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.

My apology for the
inconvenience. Okay?

Good decision, auntie.

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...

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...

I sort of did...

I'm a murderer.

This isn't a love story.

It's a horror story.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning, dear.

The poison Ivy may have
been a little too much.

You spoke to her?

I have my spies.
I'm to the office.

We're taking on some
new government shipping

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

Good day, sir.

Your father is far
too gentle with you.

I wanted him to disallow
you from seeing boys for

an entire year.

Oh, mother, it was
just a silly little prank.

Scratching could scar
her beautiful complexion.

Not possible. The
layer of potato paste

is like an elephant hide.

Besides, some day
you'll be thanking me.

And why is that?

She's dug her heels
in about this offer

of a teaching position out west.

That's what this is about?

She's trying to prove
herself worthy in

you and father's eyes.

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

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

you do, mother.

I fear she is more serious about

this than I thought.

Miss Thatcher, is
everything alright?

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

It's going to cause
the ash to com bust.

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.

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.

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

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

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

I would not like. Excuse me.

If you'd like, I
can take you to

the teacher age 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!

Are you sure you're okay?

Yes, I'm perfectly
alright, thank you.

Good day.

This rogue of a man,
Mr. Delaney, is in

need of a swift kick
to his moral posterior.

And I am just the
one to deliver it!

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

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

This deprivation in

preparing to teach
out west has left her...

And a little unhinged...
And very red.

Yes, well you need
not deprive yourself any

longer, miss Thatcher.

I believe you'll find this
opportunity more suitable

than the last.

Weston?

Why the change of... heart?

Let's just say I
saw the error of my

ways and realized what a
quality candidate you really are.

Well I'll need
to think about it.

What's to think about?

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

It's alright, Mrs. Thatcher.

I agree, she needs to
weigh up her options.

Well won't they be
needing a speedy reply?

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

Hmm? Good day, miss Thatcher.

I'm not sure we
should be doing this.

Well, I am.

It is her decision.

Yes, but she can be
very stubborn and she

doesn't know
what's best for her.

And you do?

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?

All I know is, the
old Edward would

have done this
just for the fun of it.

Right broken window.

Mission accomplished.

Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!

Goodbye coal
valley. Hello, Weston.

Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Please
help, they're everywhere!

This doesn't sound good.

She'll be fine.

Ahhhh! Help me! Mice!!

How many were in the box?

Ten.

Miss Elizabeth?

Please help me!

Miss Elizabeth?

Ahhhhh!

Are you all right?

Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!
Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!

Please help me.

Oh, daddy!

What is it?

It was awful! They
were everywhere!

What is it?! What's happened?!

What was everywhere?

Mice! The cottage
is infested with them!

Mice! Oh, my word!

Elizabeth, are you all right?

When we heard
screaming, we came running.

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.

I'm not made of the same stuff

as auntie Elizabeth.

Where did you get that?

I... I...

How dare you take something from

our safe without permission!

Elizabeth didn't take it. I did.

You had no right to
steal from our safe!

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

What do you mean by that?

Perhaps I should take my leave.

- I - apologise, Edward.

Thank you for your concern.

I'm so sorry. Elizabeth

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

What have you done, woman?

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.

Oh, good lord.

You paid him to
offer me a position?

- 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.

It appears i'm
not fit to go west.

Or worthy of
teaching here either.

I was told you wanted
to see me young man.

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

and I have a confession to make.

What happened to her, daddy?

Aunt Elizabeth?
Why all the secrecy?

Did she meet with a tragic end?

The truth, Beth, is
that we don't know.

Except for a short visit after
her teaching post in pine

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

But we're her family.

Beth...

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.

So mother kept her
from us because she

was afraid of losing
us to the world like

you lost aunt Elizabeth.

Exactly. Not perhaps
how nature intended for

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

When I was reading her diary,

I found myself desperately
wanting to follow

in her footsteps.

Perhaps it's no accident that

you are Elizabeth's namesake.

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.

Edward came to me today,

to confess to stacking
the deck against you.

How so?

Julie persuaded him to help her

release the mice
into the cottage.

So, he hasn't changed.

Actually, he has.
I don't believe

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

But that still doesn't
change the fact

that I was terrified.

People who live in
fear tend to do plenty of

nothing, except perhaps
Rob themselves of the

possibility of joy.

I don't want to be
afraid anymore.

Then be confident of
who you are, commit to

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

Something... something
that is grander than yourself.

I don't want you to miss out on

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

Today I had to put
my foot down and

say enough's enough!

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.

Spurce, s-p-r-u-c-e.

Good. Um, Boulder,
b-o-u-l-d-e-r.

Yes, Andy?

May I use the privy?

Children please let's
remember to use privy

before school so we
don't have quite so many

interruptions, alright.

How do you spell accident,
you know accident like someone

just had an accident
in their pants.

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 synonymy 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.

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.

Andy, are you alright.

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

I want you to run
home and get some

nice dry clothes, alright?

Are you going to tell
the class what I did?

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.

You're a really good
teacher miss. Thatcher.

Thank you Andy. I want to be.

Julie, wake up. Wake up.

- What is it?
- I'm going.

Going where? It's
the middle of the night.

No, I mean, i'm
taking the teaching

job in coal valley.

No, you're not.

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

I'm serious. I believe it's

what I'm supposed to do.

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.

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, please.

You have the list I made you?

Yes, mama.

For the hundredth time I
promise to dress warmly

and keep dry and
not go out after dark.

There is snow up
there in the winter

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

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

Forgive me, I
must keep this brief.

If I don't...

I'm already doing
everything in my power to

hold the dam back.

- I - love you, daddy.

And I, you, Beth. And, I you.

All aboard.

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.

Now go, go and find out what

god has in store for you.

Elizabeth! Wait!

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.

Someone once said
this to me: 'Better

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

I can't imagine who said that.

My best friend did.

Alright, aunt
Elizabeth, time for

us to get reacquainted.

Teressa?

Can you come see me, please.

Yes, miss Thatcher.

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

No, ma'am.

I think perhaps it's best if you

walk him home, alright.

Yes, ma'am.

He's really sick, ain't he?

His folks should
take him to the doctor.

Dey ain't got no money.

It sounds as though things are

hard for Andy and
teressa's family.

Well, maybe we could help them.

How?

We can take in a
collection like they

did to build the school?

We could do one of
them penny circuses?

I say be do a box social!

People like to eat good food.

Why can't we do both?

But do ya think, miss Thatcher?

Well I think that’s a fine idea.

Miss Thatcher?

I'm so happy to
finally meet you.

I'm Lydia Delaney,
Phillip's mama.

I'm so pleased to
meet you as well.

I love having
Phillip in my class.

Not half as much as him.

Neither he or wynn can
stop talking about you

when they come home.

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.

Now our first bid
will be on a box

lunch with our very own
teacher, miss Thatcher.

Lets start the
bidding at one dollar?

One dollar.

One dollar I hear one
dollar do I hear two?

Two dollars!

Two dollars, well
the undertaker's good

for two dollars. How
about three dollars?

Three dollars!

Three dollars. Do I hear four?

Four dollars!

Four dollars, I hear
four dollars. We have a

standing bid of four
dollars. Do I hear five?

Five dollars!

Five dollars, ladies
and gentlemen, five

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

Six dollars!

Six dollars. I hear six
dollars young man. Do I

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

Is six dollars all
there is, folks?

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

going twice and it's...

Seven dollars!

Well now we have
a standing bid at

seven dollars. Do I hear eight?

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

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

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

Fifteen dollars.

Fifteen dollars,
fifteen dollars folks..

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

sold to Mr. Wynn Delaney
for fifteen dollars folks.

Some of you younger
men, you might

want to get your money out...

Sugar!

Miss Thatcher...

Yes... come in.

Edward, what are you doing here?

Just checking to
make sure you're safe.

Comfortable in your car.

Yes, I am. But my
question stands.

Why are you here?

Your father didn't inform you?

Inform me of what?

I'm your escort, Elizabeth.

He asked me to see you
safely to coal valley on

my way to my first posting.

Well, he had no right.

And I don't need an escort.

Clearly, he thinks differently.

Clearly. But the fact
remains that I can take care

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

Well it's moving a little fast.

I don't mean right this moment.

But at the next stop.

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.

I don't think you heard me.

I don't need or
want your company.

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.

Good evening Elizabeth.

I never got a chance to
apologize for the mice.

I don't feel like
talking right now if

it's all right with you.

Of course, I understand.

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 head on.
However I know doing that is

going to come at
the risk of harming his

lovely wife and family.

Miss Thatcher?

Mrs. Delaney.

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

invite you to our
ladies' quilting.

I just assumed
you would be busy.

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

But perhaps at a
more continent time.

I see...

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...

I have to tell you, i'm
surprised wynn bid on

this picnic with you.

That is in fact why I'm here.

Mrs. Delaney, I want
to make it perfectly

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

My husband? What are you saying?

I'm sorry to have intruded,

I think it best I go.

Not until you explain
yourself, miss Thatcher.

I only felt that if
I confronted this

directly, perhaps
we could stop...

Stop what?

Mrs. Delaney surely
you see I know of no

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

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!

Lydia? Is there a problem here?

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.

You're not Phillip's father?

Uncle.

Oh my lord.

Oh, miss Thatcher,
please come sit with us.

Let me get you
something cold to drink.

No... uh... I'm very
sorry. I don't know how...

I'm very sorry. I'll go.

My profound disgrace
however did not stop wynn on

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

Thank you, I had
a wonderful time.

Elizabeth... I'm sorry,
miss Thatcher... I'm sorry.

Elizabeth, please.

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.

It must be quite a dance.

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.

It would give me
a chance to visit

Andy in the hospital.

Always thinking
of your students.

I accept.

Okay, good.

Good.

Well...

So wynn Delaney...

You aren't just a farmer.

What is he then?

He's like you... a mountie.

He was caring for his
brother's wife and child

while his brother was
recovering from an injury,

and tending their farm.

Sounds like what
a mountie would do.

My aunt had no idea
until he took her to

a special mountie's ball.

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

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

I hope to get there someday.

I'm sure they have nothing like

that in coal valley.

Yes, probably not.

May I have this
dance, miss Thatcher?

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

Please.

Just in case I ever make
it to the mountie's ball.

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

rest before our
journey tomorrow.

Right. Of course. Night, then.

Good night.

'After the rapture
of going with wynn

to the mountie's
ball, I began to sense

he was pulling away from me.

Well you must be
relieved to have

Mr. Delaney back safe and sound.

Yes but I couldn't
have made it through

this without wynn's help.

And you're wondering
what happens to

wynn now that Phillip is home?

I have feelings for him, and I

think he feels the same.

That's putting it mildly, dear.

Taking you all the
way to calgary is saying

something on a mountie's salary.

Do you think he'll
ever settle down?

He gave you the
why-a-mountie-can-

never-marry speech, didn't he?

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

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

truly devoted to one
another couldn't find a

way to make it work.

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

believe it's you.

Whoa. Elizabeth.

Wynn.

I mended that part of the
fence where the horses

keep getting out.

Good. Well then you can
go get yourself cleaned

up and take Elizabeth back home.

Of course.

Do all monties
fear falling in love?

Fear? No, why is that what
happened to your aunt?

Yes. Wynn Delaney
gave my aunt his

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

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.

Moving about from post to post,

following a higher duty.

Someone's in a hurry.

Get off now.

- Argh!
- Ah!

This can't be good.

Stay here!

Dear lord, please help us.

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

A montie?

That's it, no sudden moves.

But what about them?

I believe that belongs to me.

Edward!

Believe it or not it
was I who had the gun

pointed at his head,
until they showed up.

Nothing but dresses,
shoes and books.

Where's the money?

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

travel with money?

Please, that's mine.

Not anymore.

It's just something
my father gave me.

Its value is very little.

Please...

Where's the money?

I'll give you the money.

Elizabeth...

It's hidden under
the coach bench.

Just lift the leather cushion.

That's more like it. Lets go.

Please. My compass.

Sorry, ma'am. I need it.

It's easy get lost
out on this prairie.

But...

Heeya! Heeya!

Quick.

Glad my father had you
come along to protect me.

You're a teacher, aren't you?

Yes.

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.

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

We need to get moving.

How? They shooed
the horses away.

You have feet,
don't you Elizabeth?

You grab the other one.

We are not taking the trunks.

I can't just leave them here.

They're just things, Elizabeth.

They can be replaced.

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...

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.

I can't go any further.

Leave the trunk.

- I can't.
- You must.

I'm not talking about the trunk.

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

May I?

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

and carry the trunk.

Okay.

Put this on, it will
keep you warm.

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

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

I'm not cut out for this.

Maybe it's Providence,
this happening to us.

Oh, lovely. Please explain.

Maybe god's making
you stronger, more resilient

for coal valley. Like
your own basic training.

Is that what is
was like for you?

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.

Oh, my lord!

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.

How did you survive?

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.

Knowing your purpose...

My father said very
much the same to me.

I took the Liberty of reading
ahead, I hope you don't

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

'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 enough
to save little Andy.

Why did he have to leave?

Why didn't god make him better?

For a boy, he was real nice.

Yah, miss t'atcher,
Andy was real nice.

Why didn't god make him better?

'Cause god don't
care, that's why.

That's not true, Carl.

I agree with Carl.

We can't all assume
that god doesn't

care because Andy passed on.

What's assume mean?

Assume means to
believe something

when you don't have any proof.

Like you assumed uncle
wynn was my daddy.

Yes, like that. We all
assume many things

but sometimes we're
not right to do that.

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

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

You see, we all
assume much of the time.

And maybe we do
that with god as well.

So if we can't assume
god don't care,

then we can't assume
he does. Right?

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?

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

training is recognizing the
the good and bad in people.

You are going to change
the world, Elizabeth,

with your gifts. Just
like your aunt did.

Well, I guess there
are some students

waiting for me.

Whoa... Elizabeth, we're here.

Next equation; Four
times five times eight...

Can I help you?

Yes... I'm Elizabeth Thatcher.

Well, miss Thatcher.
You're two days late.

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.

Constable, do you
mind if I have a word in

private word with miss Thatcher?

Yes, of course.

Mrs. Stanton, join us please.

Next equation... seven
times three times six.

Miss Thatcher,
I'm sorry for your

hardships getting here.
I'm Frances tunnelcliffe.

And this is Abigail Stanton.

It's very nice to meet you.

You might say we're...
The school board.

You're very...Young
to be a teacher.

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.

Yes, well a schoolhouse
would be far more

appropriate if it
hadn't burned down.

Miss Thatcher,
superintendent Higgins did

tell you what happened
here, didn't he?

Tell me what?

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.

Yes, along with my three.

We asked Mr. Higgins
to send us his

very best teacher.

One who would not shrink at
the challenges of coal valley.

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.

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 their ability
to reach their dreams.

I believe in those
same ideals, ma'am.

You won't just be teaching them

how to read and write.

You'll be fighting
for their future.

To put it bluntly, are you
woman enough, miss Thatcher?

Miss Thatcher, I
know I speak for

everyone in saying that
we are most grateful for your

love of our children this year.

Thank you.

Children, may I
have your attention?

My name is Elizabeth
Thatcher, and it

will be my great joy
to be your new teacher.

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.

Miss Thatcher, may I have a word

with you... immediately?

Excuse me, children.

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.

But there are three of them.

I like those odds.

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

I can live without the compass.

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

Just as it is for you to
teach these children.

Now if you remember,
I read ahead?

Some mounties do
end up settling down.

Excuse me again, children.

I'll be right back.

Edward! Edward!

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

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