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When Calls the Heart...

I lost daddy's medal.

People and our memories of
them are what keep them alive.

I wish I could tell him stories
about his dad,

but I guess
there's other people that can.

Grandma Charlotte!

You are your dad's
greatest medal of honor.

Christopher's gone.

You know, I didn't ask you here

just to help Edie
settle insurance claims.

That's not why I came.

My grandson couldn't
hope for a better father.

Uh, yeah. We haven't--

But you will.

Good morning.

Oh. Good morning.

Look at all this.

Well, I can't seem to cook for
fewer than 12 people anymore,

so I really hope you're hungry.

Well, everything
looks delicious.

Just didn't realize
I had that many pots.

Oh. You didn't.

I had to fix the handle
on that bean pot

that you had abandoned.

All it needed was a screw.

Well, I'm glad to have it back.

Charlotte,

after all those stories
about Jack the other day,

I was thinking of going to
visit him with LJ after school.

Would you like to join us?

What a- what a lovely offer.

Um... but I told Florence
that I would, um,

help get her garden ready
before winter.

But we will find the right time.

Of course.
How can I help?

Oh, please, no. Just, um, sit.
It's my pleasure.

It's been so nice having all
our meals together again.

And I hope you don't mind
I have to extend things

a few extra days.

Of course, it's no trouble.
LJ will be thrilled.

Good. My plans in Union City
got all jumbled

due to what I assume

is a distracted
hotel reservation agent.

Oh, top of the morning
to you, Nathan.

Are you looking for
anything in particular?

Lock it... now.

Am I in some sort of trouble?

Not yet.

Hopefully it can stay that way.

Ned, I'm about to let you in
on an operation so secret

you can't tell your wife
about it.

Oh my goodness.

Are you up for the task?

Oh, I believe I am, Constable.

Well then,

you're the first to know.

I'm in the market
for an engagement ring.

Oh my gosh!

Oh! Oh, Nathan.

- That's wonderful.
- Thank you, yes.

But remember, discretion
is the better part of valor.

Right. Right. Of course.
Mum's the word.

Now...

Uh, I'm happy to get
the sample ring case

from my jeweler in Buxton.

Uh, but of course,
I'll need Elizabeth's ring size.

Of course. Uh, what?

Her ring size.

It's like a pant size
or a shoe size.

Oh, and both hands, uh,
aren't always the same.

That's a common mistake.

Yeah. Ned, I- I've got it.

How am I supposed to get
the ring size?

Well, now, you're the Mountie.

I'm sure you'll come up
with something.

Let me go inside
and check that for you.

If this gets out,
I know who the leak was.

Right, right.
Right. Right.

- Unlock it.
- Right, right.

Uh, just put this
on my tab, Ned.

Of course.

Good morning, Nathan.

Florence.

Top of the morning to you.

I don't think there's anything
really wrong with her hotel.

I think she just
wants to stay longer.

You don't think she'd just
come out and say that?

No. You know how proud she is.

But really,
we'd be thrilled to have her

as long as she'd like to stay.

I like having her around.

She's a real hoot.

You're in a good mood today,
aren't you?

Why wouldn't I be?
It's a beautiful day,

I'm- I'm walking with the most
beautiful woman in the world.

I mean, if that doesn't put
a pep in my step,

I don't know what does.

Nathan Grant, you're
about to burst into song.

I just might.

Well, I'd like to see that.

Maybe a duet?

♪ Walking with my dame... ♪

♪ The stars
all spell her name... ♪

No, it's light out.

♪ I shine my shoes
and play it cool... ♪

♪ Like a moth
to the flame... ♪

Oh, that was good.

Now we just need a chorus.

Well, something to aspire to.

Like dinner tonight.
Don't forget.

How could I?

Oh.

With the trial coming up

and Christopher
still in the wind,

This is what we have to prove,

that Pioneer Electric's
faulty transformer

is what started the fire.

We'll also have Georgie's
expert testimony.

I can lay out how we got
Skoggins on the hook,

and how his phone call
to Whitaker demonstrates

collusion between
National Insurance

and Pioneer Electric
to cover up

responsibility for the fire.

Demonstrates collusion, sure,
but it doesn't prove it.

And that's
the problem, isn't it?

It's not ideal, but...
jurors are smarter these days.

And you haven't seen
Inspector McGill on the stand.

They'll believe her.

I have no doubt.

Until the defense will point out

that it's all circumstantial,
which it is.

I have no doubt we have
a fighting chance at this.

But the people of Benson Hills

deserve the best
chance possible at justice.

Well, what have you got in mind?

I'm thinking we try
an op called the Drip Test.

We prove that Pioneer Electric
and National Insurance

have been colluding
in a cover-up together

by offering false information
to one company

and seeing if it
drips through to the other.

Ah, like the Crown used
to smoke out moles

in the Great War.

Exactly.

Okay, so we need to figure out
a way to get false

but compelling information
to one of these companies

that they won't
be able to resist

sharing with the other company.

Who will then want
to share with us.

Well, the best way to do that
would be with someone

who probably has a legitimate
claim with National Insurance.

And who's a good enough actor
to pull it off.

And I think we all know
who that is.

I'll do it.

Excellent.

So the first order of business
is to schedule a claims meeting

about your playhouse
with Herman Throckmorton.

He is National Insurance's
chief claims adjuster.

Well, easy enough.

I'll just insist
on meeting with the chief.

We are, after all, V.I.C.s.

Very Important Clients.

Good. Now, during your meeting,

you're going to give him
a false tip

about the cause of the wildfire.

Something juicy that appears
to exonerate Pioneer Electric

so that Throckmorton won't
be able to resist sharing it

with the bigwigs at Pioneer.

Who will then rush
to tell the RCMP,

thinking it will get us
off their scent.

It's like flushing water
down a pipe to figure out

where it drips out.

I love this game.

As chief claims adjuster,
a big part of his job

is sniffing out false claims.

So you don't want
to sell too hard

so he doesn't suspect foul play.

Same if you don't
sell hard enough.

You've come to the right place.

It's our lucky day.

The last two of Minnie's
blueberry muffins.

Hey, that's pretty.

I made it with my Nai Nai. Yeah.

- You made this?
- Mhm.

Is that the Great Wall?

Uh, Changchun.

Yes, Changchun.

Mutianyu is at the foot
of the Great Wall.

She made it sound like
such a fairy tale.

- She must have loved this.
- Mhm.

I loved working with her.

She had such beautiful hands,

and she always told me so
many stories about growing up.

Would you teach me to make one?

That would be fun,
if you're interested.

Of course I'm interested.

We can paint our own fairy tale.

How did you get to be
so thoughtful and sweet?

Easy. I married you.

...Yes, I thought
the same thing.

- Allie!
- See you later.

Hey. How was school?

- Uh, fine.
- Good.

- How are you?
- Oh, good. Really good.

Look, I want
to tell you something.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing. Nothing's wrong.

No, this is about me...
And you.

Us, really, and our future.

Oh my gosh, Dad.
Just say it.

All right, look, you know
how I feel about Elizabeth.

I think I might have noticed.

Well, I also noticed
how you feel about her,

so I wanted
to let you know that...

I'm going to ask
Elizabeth to marry me.

Right, and?

That was the news. That's what
I wanted to tell you.

Oh, great.

I'm not gonna lie.
I really thought you were

going to give a bigger
reaction than this.

Oh, of course
I'm thrilled, but...

Dad, it's not surprising.

Okay. That's fair.

Look, I need your help
to try to figure out

what Elizabeth's ring size is.

What did you have in mind?

Well, don't ask me how, but I
know that the ring she wears

on her right finger also fits
on her left ring finger.

So the plan is
to get it off her finger,

trace it on a piece of paper
without her ever knowing.

Sounds fun.

Call it...

Operation Ring Size.

What else would we call it?

Okay. Come on,
come on, let's go.

This plan is foolproof.
Elizabeth loves cookies.

And you can't make cookies

without first
making cookie dough.

Are you sure she's
gonna take her ring off?

Well, I'm sure she doesn't want
sticky cookie dough all over it.

The cookie caper is operational.

- Come in!
- Sorry.

It took longer than expected
to get LJ settled at Lily's.

But not to worry.

Cookie making
reinforcements have arrived.

Now, you're just
in time for the fun part.

I hope you know,
as constable of this town,

I get to impose a cookie tax.

Oh, well,
that'll be a lot of dough.

Oh, uh, I almost forgot.

Don't want to get
my ring all sticky.

Oh. Good thinking.

Behold.

Are you sure you don't wanna
get in there with your hands?

Yeah.

I'll let you have the fun.

No "knead" for both of us to,
so to speak.

Okay, I have
another idea.

Operation Dish Dodge is on.

Uh, Elizabeth,
I can help you with the dishes.

Oh, thanks Allie.

And Charlotte, thank you
so much for cooking.

Oh, it's my pleasure.

But please, let me clean up.
You relax.

No!

You made dinner.
Let us clean up.

Please. It's my mess.

If you insist.
Thank you.

Yeah, thanks.

- Are you taking notes?
- What?

Your paper and pencil.

Oh. Yeah. Yeah.

Just jotting down a few
notes for Bill for the trial.

Smart. I'm sure any idea
could help.

Yeah, that is the hope.

Okay. Failure is just
an obstacle for success.

Good. Because
we've been great at failure.

We just need to find
the right plan.

Steal our jewelry box at night.

Hey, I like the way you think.

Although we don't even know if
she takes her ring off at night.

I have no idea.

Maybe the mercantile has
some very powerful magnets.

Or we could always just
knock her out with a blow dart.

Mercantile definitely
has one of those.

For exactly this situation.

Maybe I should just ask
her what her ring size is.

Dad, no!
You can't ruin the surprise.

Hey, what happened to failure
just being an obstacle?

This obstacle course
is a lot harder

than I thought
it was going to be.

But you're right. Let's...
let's just keep thinking.

I just want to put

this whole thing behind me,
Mr. Throckmorton.

But I can't until
my claim is sorted out

and my theater can rise
like Lazarus

from the ashes
of that dreadful wildfire.

You two buy that?

Yeah.

Mostly.

No.
It's not good enough.

Wha- What?

I've never had
to play myself before.

Harder than it looks, huh?

And it's "controlled burn".

- What did I say?
- Just "burn".

Oh, sassafras.

Good catch.

The more precise you are,
the clearer it'll be

that the drip was a success.

Understood. I- I just
normally have a script.

Somebody once told me
just to shake it off.

Thanks for the note.

And remember, Mr. Throckmorton
is going to ask you

a lot of questions,
but he's going to know

the answer to many of them.

So it's important to stick
to the facts.

Yes, of course.

And wait to pivot
to the tip until

you feel like you've answered
all his questions.

Rosemary, just try to steer

the conversation that
way organically.

Yes. Thank you.
That's a helpful note.

From the top?

Ready.

Now confirm the precise number

of chandeliers and sconces
in the atrium.

I believe that was
in the house inventory report

that we provided.

Of course, but we'd like to
double confirm with the client.

You can see.

Mhm.

Now, Mr. Throckmorton,
I feel it's my right to ask.

When will my claim be paid?

I'm sure you understand.

I just want to put this
whole thing behind me.

We'll be able to proceed
further once the Mounties

have determined
the cause of the fire.

So the Mounties are the ones
holding up my claim?

Is that it?

Well, that is so... galling.

I am not supposed to know this,
but

I am the mayor's wife,
you know, so I hear things.

I have it on good authority
that Leveaux Farms

was conducting a controlled burn
in the parkland

right around the time
that the fire started.

The mayor told you this?

Seems to me you don't
have to be Sherlock Holmes

to figure out that that burn

might not have been
as controlled as they claim.

Are the Mounties
investigating Leveaux Farms?

Not that I've heard.

And, let me remind you,
I am a reporter.

Look, I love their blackberries
just as much as the next person.

But is it not unfair
that my claim should be held up

because of their negligence?

Mr. Throckmorton, it wasn't
just inventory items on a list

that went up in smoke.
Not to me.

It was a dream.

A dream to bring thoughtful
and passionate performances

to the valley, ones that might
inspire a new generation.

Perhaps even...

my own little girl,
to dare to dream big dreams

from our little corner
of the world.

I hope you can understand that.

We at National Insurance

appreciate your patience,
Mrs. Coulter.

And your... candor.

We'll be in touch.

Thank you, Mr. Throckmorton.

And regardless of the outcome,

I appreciate your time
and professionalism.

Good day.

Brava, brava.

Well done.

I was even a bit furious

at Leveaux Farms
for their negligence.

Nice touch with
the blackberries.

Thank you, Constable.

I took the note on specificity.

Oh. Well, off he goes.

So, now what?

- Well, now we wait.
- Yeah.

They're a totally new
species called pteranodons.

Funny how they're new,
but extinct.

Huh. That is funny.

And they're just
giant flying reptiles?

With a wingspan
as big as a house.

Yeesh.

I kinda don't mind
that they aren't around anymore.

The crazy thing is that
scientists still don't know why

all the dinosaurs went extinct.

Hi there.

What can I get you two?

A pottery class.

I mean, uh, Mrs. Hickam...

can I ask you
to host a pottery class?

Sure.

I've got it!

Got what?

Yeah. What's, uh...
What's going on?

Sorry. Uh...

I thought of what I want to do

for Oliver's next
birthday party.

Wow! You really are a planner.

It's just I was so caught
off guard and rushed last time.

Well, do you want to come
with us to pick up LJ

and tell us all about it?

I bet Charlotte would
have some good ideas, too.

Thanks, but so much to do.

I'll see you later.

- Okay. Good luck.
- Bye, sweetie.

- And how about using gravel?
- What, for the bedding?

No, no.
Around the sewage pipes.

I've read that
in unstable terrain.

Yeah? Yeah, sure.
I'll talk to Fernando about it.

- Good then.
- Good then.

Yeah.

You know, I can leave all
this stuff with you if you like.

It's actually lamb chop night.

And to be honest with you,
Rosemary doesn't take too kindly

to me working late anymore, so.

No. Of course.
I'm sorry to keep you.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

This is happening because
of you.

And you.
And many other good folks,

which is truly gratifying.

And yet, I uh,
somehow still feel empty.

Ah.

Uh, does this have anything
to do with a certain

lawyer friend of yours?

Everything.

Yeah.

She opened her heart to me,

and I shut her out
like a bank's vault.

And why would I do that?

Of course, I- I know
exactly why.

Fear. No.

Terror.

Sheer terror of once again

finding myself
in a romantic competition.

But why should
that be so terrifying?

Do I only enter contests
I know I can win?

Of course not.

If that was the case, I never
would have run for Governor.

And I have no problem
running again.

Why should I be so afraid?

Edie invariably brings out
my best self.

And yet, when I had
the chance, I turned my back.

Why?

Why can't I just trust
what I feel?

Why couldn't I accept that I
can't control what she feels?

I know it's not Edie's fault
that she has a past

any more than it's my fault
for having a past of my own.

But now she's taken a job
in Union City and moved on.

Which, of course she did
after the way I treated her.

And now I've become obsessed
with work because I've somehow

convinced myself that if
the rebuild goes well, well,

maybe everything else
in my life will, too.

But does that even
make any sense?

Look, Lucas, as your friend,
I am here to tell you

that work ain't going
to take away your problems.

Nothing will.

Except confronting them.

I didn't, and I ended up
in the infirmary

thinking I was having
a heart attack.

Look, Lucas,
no matter what you do,

just be honest with yourself.

Even if it feels
a little uncomfortable.

Because everything
that you just said,

that big, long speech,
that is good.

It's a good start.

But don't let past experiences
keep you from being happy now.

When I first met Rosemary,

it was a tumultuous
time of change, but

I didn't let
my past mistakes keep me

from opening my heart to her.

And now look at us.

Listen,

Lucas, all you gotta do is
trust the good man that you are

right in here.

And I promise you,
Lucas Bouchard cannot go wrong.

Thanks, Lee.

You're welcome.

In the dead of night, I tiptoed
into the coop with a rag soaked

in vinegar tied to the end of
my broom handle, and I snuck up

and held it right under
that skunk's nose.

And what did the skunk do?

Well, that little varmint
jumped three feet in the air

and ran out
of that coop so fast,

those chickens
spun like tops.

Whoa!

Only you could think of a way
to out-stink a skunk.

Well, the eggs did taste
like vinegar for about a week,

but it was worth it
not to have to call a trapper

for a that problem that
I was perfectly capable

of handling myself.

Hi, honey bear.
Have a seat.

Oh, looks like somebody's
feeling inspired.

Oh, uh, speaking of
artistic inspiration.

I saw Mrs. Hickam teaching
Mr. Hickam how to make

these beautiful clay bowls.

That sounds like fun.

I thought so too.

And when I asked her about it,
she offered to teach me,

and anyone else
who wanted to join.

I thought it would be
a fun thing

for us all to do together.

Maybe after school tomorrow?

Oh, Allie, I would love to,

but I have to drop LJ
at Talia's after school,

and then I've just got mountains
of grading

to catch up on.

Oh Elizabeth, go have some fun.
I can take LJ to Talia's.

Thanks, Charlotte, but I
wouldn't want you to miss out.

Well, I tried working with clay
in the past, and

let's just say there's a reason
I'm not a potter.

You go.

Well, all right.
Thank you, Charlotte.

I can catch up
on my grading later.

Yeah. This will be fun.
I'm excited.

Me, too.

Thank you both for dinner.

Bye, Charlotte.

Oh, and I'll see you tomorrow.

Bye.

Oh.

Hey there.
What are you drawing?

We're reading Robinson Crusoe
in class,

and I asked the students
to think about what it means

to be a survivor.

I drew you, Grandma Charlotte.

Me? Huh.

What makes Grandma
Charlotte a survivor?

She's so tough.
She doesn't need anyone.

Oh, that's, uh...
That's pretty tough, huh?

I finally got him to bed.

He wouldn't stop
talking about those trout

you two caught the other day.

Well, it was mostly him.
He's a crafty one.

He really admires you.

You know,
I've never been to Jack's grave.

Not for the funeral.
Not in all these years.

Elizabeth.

You lost your husband.

And I lost my little boy.

So when you asked me
to join you,

I just... I couldn't.

I can't.

Charlotte.

Everyone grieves
in their own way.

I know you.
You will find your way.

And you will find the time
that's right for you.

Whatever you do, you keep
that little boy of yours safe.

Because you do not want
to end up on this island.

Listen to me, okay?

So I'm gonna make us
a fresh pot of tea.

Do you have any ginger?

Charlotte...

So the first step
is to soften the clay.

So let's all pick up
our balls of clay.

I'm just so excited

you're all taking an interest
in Mae's pottery.

Awe.

Gosh.

Can't you just feel the...

That's Mandarin
for "possibilities".

Woah!

So many possibilities.

We should probably take off
our rings, though, right?

Oh. You don't have to,
but that's probably the best

to not have anything between
your hands and the clay.

Good thinking, Allie.

I could put yours in
my pocket with mine.

Thanks. That's okay.

The warmth of your hand
will soften the clay,

so really get in there.

Oh, um, Mrs. Hickam,

I read an article
in Saint Nicholas Magazine

that said you should
try wearing a blindfold

while working with clay.

So you really connect with it.

Do you think we should try it?

I love that, but maybe
we can just close our eyes?

Oh, yeah. Of course.

Mm.

Wow. It really does
focus you more on the texture.

Good idea, Allie.

I can really feel it softening.

- This is so much fun.
- Mmhmm.

Good afternoon.
Constable Grant?

Yes.

Shelby Whitaker,
Pioneer Electric.

Mr. Whitaker,
what can I do for you?

Look, I know you're just
doing your job

with your investigation
of Pioneer Electric, but

in the course of doing my job,
information has come to light

that I think you'd be
very interested in.

Please have a seat.
I'm happy to listen.

Thank you, but I'll be brief.

He must have repeated
the phrase "controlled burn"

and "out-of-control burn"
15 times.

Unbelievable.

He was so smug.

He had this Cheshire Cat grin
on his face the whole time.

Well, he'll lose
that grin in court.

You really think this is gonna
sway the case in our direction?

I'd rather have Christopher on
that faulty transformer, but

at least we have
a fighting chance.

It just makes me so angry.

Two companies handed the public
trust, and they're betraying it

by working together
to cheat hard-working people.

I got your message, Nathan.
Did we get him?

We got him.

Oh!

Well, after all that loss,

a win feels good.

Such a beautiful evening.
Thanks again for dinner.

My pleasure.
It's the least I can do.

You've been such a big help
in this case.

The pursuit of justice
is its own reward.

See? Right there.

That's why you're
so darn good at all of this.

And you're smarter
than everybody else.

You're biased.

Guilty as charged.

Oh, Bill. I--

- I'm sorry, I--
- No, no. I'm sorry.

Well, haven't you ever wondered

if we could
have made a go of it?

Well, of course I have.

Sometimes it's all
I could think about.

But...

time has passed,

and we've both made goes of it
with other people.

Well, so what?

Well, we know how this works.

Evening strolls
and romantic kisses lead to

dirty dishes,
and- and dusty slippers,

and the same eggs for breakfast
day after day after day.

It doesn't have to be
that way for us.

I- I know, and I've enjoyed
being here with you.

Well, me too.

Which is why I'm not ready
to give up on us so fast.

- Bill.
- Georgie.

You make me happy.

You always have.

Do I make you happy?

- Bill--
- It's a simple question.

Do I make you happy?
Yes or no?

Yes.

Well, then why in the world

wouldn't you want
to give us a shot?

You make a very compelling
argument, counselor.

But if I was to even
consider it, I'd have terms.

I agree to them.

You don't even know
what they are yet.

Anyway, I only have one term.

Total honesty.

If one of us falls out of love,
or someone suddenly realizes

they can't stand the sound
of the other one's chewing,

we walk away.

Agreed.

Besides, I love
the sound of your chewing.

I love everything
about you, Georgie McGill.

I always have.

Bill.

Is that my bowl?

Fresh out of the kiln.

Looks a bit... lumpy.

No. It's perfect.

How old were you
when you did yours?

Six,
but Nai Nai helped me a lot.

What should we put in them?

Fruit? Or sugar?

We could float flowers
like they did in Miami.

- Oh, Mei.
- Yeah.

I'm sorry, I just-

I'm just really grateful that
you care so much about my past.

Past. Present. Future.

Always.

All right, here we are.

Oh, my gosh,
they're so glittery.

That's the point.

Your dad tells me you came up
with quite the plan.

A Mountie's daughter.

Well, if you don't mind
my suggesting a few,

I like, uh, the Asher cut.

And then there's the classic
old European cut.

The emerald cut
and the baguette cut.

And of course, all
the different kinds of stones.

What about this one right here?

Oh, you've got quite the eye,
Nathan.

That's a beaut.

Oh, my gosh, Dad.

You don't like this?

No, I- I love it.

And I love Elizabeth...

so much.

I can't believe that this
is finally happening.

You too, Ned?

Oh, it's- it's just the ring
makes it real.

Congratulations, Nathan.

Well, hold your horses.
She hasn't said yes yet.

But she will.

Good morning, Charlotte.

Nathan. I didn't think anyone
else was up this early.

Well, Elizabeth
has been encouraging me

to appreciate
the morning solitude.

Well, she is right.

It is the best part of the day.

I was actually hoping
that you'd be here...

because I want to show
you something.

I'm gonna ask Elizabeth
to marry me.

Yeah, I know.
Took long enough, right?

No. It's beautiful, Nathan.

Well, I promise you,

I'll try everything I can
not to mess it up.

Well, you're off
to a good start.

- Well, I'm glad you think so.
- Mhm.

Because I wanted to ask
your blessing.

I want you to know that I
don't just love Elizabeth,

but I love
your grandchild as well...

with all my heart.

Of course you have my blessing.

Nothing would make me happier.

Well that's good.

Because I have just one more
blessing I need to ask for.

Oh.

It's time.

You go ahead.

Hi, Jack.

I think I want to let you know

that you're still
with everybody,

especially Elizabeth.

You're still in her heart,
and you always will be.

I thought at first that
would be hard, but...

It's exactly as it should be.

I wish you could see
your little boy grow up.

Now, he's...
he's bright, and he's...

He's so sweet.

He just lights everybody up.

I try to remind myself
every day what a gift it is

to be with her.

And to watch him grow up.

Anyway, um...

I'm going to ask
Elizabeth to marry me.

And I want to give you my vow

as a Mountie, that I will love
and protect her and your son

until my last breath.

I know I don't have the right
to ask you anything, but...

If there's somehow
I could get your blessing.

He won me over.

Maybe that's all
you need to know.

Oh, Jack. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry you haven't
seen me here until now.

But it turns out
I'm a bit of a chicken.

My baby.

You came into this world
before you were ready,

and left before I was.

I remember

you were a little boy, and...

I took Tom apple picking
and you couldn't go.

And you were so mad at me.

Oh, you grabbed your-

your blanket and your bunny
and said, "I'm leaving".

You sat just outside the fence
and I thought, boy,

have I met my match
with this one.

But I outdid you, Jack,
didn't I?

Now it's me.

It's me outside the fence.

Too afraid.

Too proud to say...

I'm cold.

I'm cold and I want to come in.

Jack, I miss you.
I miss you every day.

But I feel your presence...

in the way Elizabeth talks
to your little boy about you.

The way Nathan,

and all of Hope Valley,
still honor you.

You're with us, Jack.

You're in our hearts.

And you always will be.

Okay.

We tell ourselves
that solitude will protect us.

that if we just remain alone,
the hurt might not find us.

But healing doesn't
happen in hiding.

Who knows why hearts
open when they do?

Who knows why they
suddenly close?

It's as ordinary
as the sun setting,

and then rising again.

And with it, all the hope
of renewal

that emerges
from all that darkness.

Thank you so much
for everything.

You have no idea.

It was a gift having you.

How is it possible that I
miss you all so much already?

Oh, you won't have to, because
you'll see us all very soon.

And you can put this
on the wall in your room

and see us every day.

How did you know
to make the one thing

that would make me the happiest?

'Cause you're my grandma.

Oh, yes, I am.
Come here. One more.

Oh!

Okay.

Oh. Go get her, slugger.

We're not meant
to face the world alone.

It's only when we can admit
how much we need each other

that we find
our deepest strength.

You have a beautiful family.

Well, this is...

Yes, I do. Thank you.

Is that Mountie your son, ma'am?

He's like a son to me.

Mounties always get their man.

That they do.

My brothers like to chit chat.

Sorry if they're bothering you.

Not at all.

Mounties have a very special
place in my heart.

And they always will.

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