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Previously, on Signed, Sealed, Delivered...

How was your ballroom
dancing showcase on Friday?

We were forced to cancel.

This is an application for the
"Miss Special Delivery" pageant!

Oliver, she's not coming back.

- How dare you?
- This bird has flown, my friend.

You may presume too much.

This way.

Got just what you're lookin' for.

1952 Stiggleman.

Solid oak.

Lot of schools used 'em
before the plant closed,

in aught-seven.

It's stuck.

Something's jammed in the track.

Where's Dillard?

Retired. I'm taking over his route.

Any outgoing?

Nah.

Wait!

I think maybe this is
supposed to get somewhere.

Not a problem.

I know exactly who to give it to.

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Shane?

If I'm returning to sender...

but the sender returned it to us,

and then wrote "return
to the returner," then...

What was that?

That is the new P.A. system
they installed last night.

Good morning. The time is 8:01 A.M.

If you are not at your work station,

please report to human resources
for your exit interview.

Additionally, there will be
a cake and cookie reception

4:00 P.M. today in the employee break room

to meet and greet the new
Denver branch supervisor

Glynis Rucker.

- Thank you for your attention.
- Who is that?

The new Denver branch
supervisor, Glynis Rucker.

Wow.

You people are hard to find.

I mean, so far from everything.
Who would've thought?

You must be Rita.

I've heard so much about
you! My name is Kimmi.

Kimmi Cooper!

Anyway, I have a letter.

This guy on my route found it, but
the address is mostly missing, so.

Okay. Thank you.

It's Shane. Shane McInerney.

- You didn't have to...
- Where's Rita?

Here!

Rita!

You are the talk of the sorting floor.

Everyone is so excited

that you are trying out
for "Miss Special Delivery."

- They are?
- You are so adorable!

I have to know, what are
you doing for your talent?

- What are you gonna wear?
- Ooh...

Was that a little weird?

Dead letters are processed
before we get them, right?

Mail carriers don't just
walk them through the door?

Well, actually, there are
several methods within...

Rhetorical question, Norman.

I knew it!

Something with lace and some frills, but...

Thank you...

Kimmi.

We can take it from here.

See you, Rita.

I just know we are
going to be best friends!

Rita...

She's not your friend. Take a look at this.

This... was shot

at the Boise "Miss Special
Delivery" auditions last month.

It's... Kimmi?

And her... tuba?

She was here scouting out her competition.

Who?

You, Rita!

Morning, all.

I apologize for my tardiness.

I was doing some house cleaning,

and I kept finding things to throw out.

It's funny...

How, once you start...

It's hard to stop.

Now, for those of you not yet informed,

Ms. McInerney, on her
own impressive initiative,

employed her vast technological skills
to determine that my wandering wife

is quite content in her
current circumstances in Paris.

I assure you, I am fine.

Whatever loss I do feel

is, of course, tempered by
the words of Shakespeare...

"Loss is nothing else but change,

and change is nature's delight."

I stand before you... Delighted.

Poor Oliver. He is a mess!

Really? I thought he seemed pretty...

- Did you see his tie?
- What about it?

The knot. It was a four-in-hand.

Oliver uses a full windsor on Wednesdays.

And that Shakespeare quote about change?

That's not Shakespeare!
It's Marcus Aurelius.

Who's gonna tell him?

There. Let's move on to
the business of the day?

Ms. McInerney?

Would you...

Perhaps do the honor of selecting a letter?

Me?

Yeah. Y...

Okay.

Most of the address has been torn away.

There's no postmark or return address.

A "liberty bell forever" stamp.

A design first issued in 2007.

It means the letter could
have been written as long ago

as seven years, or as
recently as yesterday.

The blessing and the curse
of the "forever" stamp.

Block lettering.

I'd say this was addressed
by a child of eight to nine.

Ooh... Purple. A girl?

So...

Even if this was written seven years ago,

the author would be... 15 or 16 now?

Precisely. And no doubt on the cusp

of losing their naive and unmerited trust

in both the people and institutions

in which they once placed their faith.

Let's do our best

to not hasten that loss
of innocence, shall we?

Ahem.

"Dear Mrs. Richards... do you remember me?

"I hope so.

"My favorite color is purple.

"I hate math, it makes my head hurt,

"and I love stars,

but more than anything, I love flowers."

"Hey! You're married!"

"You were a beautiful bride.

"I know that's true,

"because your dad told you

"that you were the most beautiful bride

"he had ever seen.

"Even Bobby said

the flowers in your hair
made you look like an angel."

Okay. I have 2,037

"Robert" or "Bobby Richards"

in the Western States.

- Doesn't really narrow it down much.
- "You're so lucky to have Bobby.

He is so-o-o-o
handsome."

"I'll bet all your friends are jealous.

"Remember to be nice to Bobby.

"Don't be bossy.

"He just wants to take care of you.

"And I hope you're
dancing. Under the stars.

"With flowers falling down.

Because when I close my
eyes, that's how I see you."

"Love, Ellie."

And there's a P.S.

"If I'm wrong about what I wrote,

"you have to change it. Now!

"And if anyone tries to stop you,

just say, 'no! This is my life!!'"

That's with two exclamation points

and lots of underlining.

If only we could make things true by

underlining their importance?

This wasn't properly processed?

Kimmi brought it in personally.

Then you speak with Kimmi.

Personally.

Okay.

"Boulder Jones' Furniture Warehouse."

5615 North Drumheller.

- Got it. Thanks.
- Anytime.

Hey. Look.

I know how

these "Miss Special
Delivery"-type pageants go.

Really?

- How's that?
- Well, you know,

backstabbing, stealing secrets,

pretending to be someone's friend
just so you can undermine them.

- We've all been there.
- Is that so?

And what kind of a
pageant have you been in?

Well, it was a robotics competition.

Ahem. But the, politics are all the same.

- If you say so.
- I do.

So do yourself a favor.

Don't mess with Rita.

"Newsflash!"

Rita is near-sighted

and she dresses like a
refugee from Les Misérables.

She hasn't even declared a talent
for the talent section 'cause

I'm guessing that she
probably doesn't have one.

Why would I mess with her?

She's already lost.

Ahem.

I wonder how Norman's doing
at the furniture store.

It's his first solo investigation.

I'm sure he's fine.

Just thought maybe it's too soon.

It's never easy to push one's protege
out of the nest, Ms. McInerney,

but Norman is ready to
spread his wings a little,

and I think this is a
good test flight for him.

Oliver, is everything okay with us?

Us, Ms. McInerney?

Well, maybe I'm just being silly, but...

You feel distant to me.

From me.

I'm right here.

As are you.

There's no distance.

Okay.

You have a little something...

Rita!

I've been doing some checking around.

Kimmi is a branch-hopper.

She goes from branch to branch,

just to audition for
"Miss Special Delivery."

Wow! She sounds very goal-oriented.

I admire that.

But she has underestimated you.

You are gonna give her a run for her money.

You are gonna be chosen
to represent this branch,

and I'm gonna help you.

So tell me besides Kimmi,
who else is competing?

Just one other person. Vivinee Rucker?

"Rucker"?

The new supervisor's name is Glynis Rucker.

You don't suppose... ?

All route transfer requests
not received by 3:00 P.M.

will be rolled into the next quarter.

No exceptions.

None.

Zero.

Thank you.

That's right. Vivinee's my baby.

She, works graveyard
shift, up in processing.

She's thinking of "Miss Special Delivery,"

She's more than thinking!

This has been a dream of hers
since she was a little girl.

Bob! Spit out that gum!

Kids grow up so fast.

Yeah, just the other day, I was asking her

if I could help her
with her audition and...

Do you know what that
little girl said to me?

She said, "that's okay, mom.
I need to do this on my own."

- Precious.
- Yeah.

Yeah, I'd do anything for my daughter.

Anything.

Hold on, Norman. Ms.
McInerney just arrived.

Perhaps it'd be best if
you told her yourself.

And Norman, good work. I'm proud of you.

What do you got for me, Norman?

Bill of sale says the desk was
sold at an auction six years ago

by the Longmont, Colorado, school district.

Great. So, if we can narrow it down

to a specific classroom and teacher...

Already done. Well,
the first part, anyways.

There's a metal plate on the desk

that reads, "Longmont, 145, R.M.H.S."

"R.M.H.S."

- "Rocky Mountain High School."
- Classroom number 145.

Norman, you're my hero.

Let's see.

Six years ago, this classroom was...

Ms. Hinkle's. English Literature.

Can we speak with her, please?

She retired.

The letter was intended
for a "Mrs. Bobby Richards."

Perhaps you could tell
us if anyone by that name

has been employed by the school district?

No. No one by that name.

Well, we may have erred, Ms. McInerney.

Made assumptions we shouldn't have.

Like what?

That Ellie ever went to school here.

We're in a high school classroom.

The penmanship of the letter clearly
indicates a much younger writer.

It might be time to
admit defeat and move on.

Oliver.

The desk we traced was in that classroom.

This letter was in that desk.

This is most definitely not
the time to admit defeat.

It must be nice to possess such certainty.

You know, it just occurred to me...

we had a student,

he graduated about five years ago.

His name was Bobby Richards.

Do you know where we can find him?

I do, actually.

Rita, dear...

My baby girl

really wants to be Miss Special Delivery.

Well, I couldn't imagine

anyone who wouldn't want
to be Miss Special Delivery.

Yes, but my Vivinee, ooh...

She wants it more than anything.

It would just kill me
to see her disappointed.

So.

If either you, or that big snoop Shane,

gets in the way of my baby
having what she wants...

I'm gonna squash you like a bug.

Do have a nice day now.

Well, Ellie wrote in the letter
that she hopes Mrs. Richards

loves flowers, and here
we are, in a flower shop.

More than a coincidence?

Or just good detective work.

Hello!

- Hi!
- I'm Bobby.

Welcome to "Blooms'N'Hugs."

These are the blooms...

And these are the hugs.

How can I help you?

Are you Bobby Richards?

- Yes.
- And this is your shop?

Why? You have a problem with
a guy owning a flower shop?

No. No! Not at all.

Actually, my mom and dad own it,

but I'm the flower guy.

Do you need flowers?

Mr. Richards, I am Oliver O'Toole.

This is my colleague, Ms. McInerney.

We're from the United States Postal Service

and we have a letter to deliver
to a "Mrs. Bobby Richards."

Is that your wife?

Or mother, perhaps?

Well, I'm not married,

and my mom's name is Mrs. Paul Richards.

Is that the letter?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Ellie? Can you come out here for a second?

Ellie?

That's... that's who wrote this letter.

I know! I recognize the
handwriting. It's impossible to read.

Ellie?

Yeah? What's up?

These people want to ask
you about a letter you wrote.

My letter!

You have my letter!

Unfortunately, Ellie,

although you wrote the
letter, we have to try

and deliver this to a
"Mrs. Bobby Richards."

Do you know where we could find her?

This is so embarrassing.

I'm "Mrs. Bobby Richards."

But... The two of you
aren't married, right?

Or a... are you?

It's complicated.

It's...

Complicated.

So, when did you

become Mrs. Bobby Richards
without telling me?

Since the future.

Mrs. Bobby Richards is
who I am in our future.

It will be our future,

but not until your mom
and dad say it's okay.

- May I see the letter, please?
- Sure.

I apologize for it being late.

When were you supposed to get it?

I think Ms. Hinkle said 10 years...

Seven years ago.

So that would be...

So the assignment is to write
a letter to your future self.

Where do you want to be 10 years from now?

What do you want to be doing?

Who do you want to be with?

Close your eyes.

See yourself there.

And write a letter to that person.

Put your letter in the
envelope and address it,

and give it back to me
at the end of the period,

and I promise to mail them
back to you in 10 years.

So when you open your letter in 2017,

you'll be able to compare where you
are to where you thought you'd be.

And if you're not where
you thought you'd be...

Maybe this letter's the kick
in the pants you'll need.

Dear... Mrs. Richards...

Do you remember me?

"I hope so."

"Remember to be nice to
Bobby. Don't be bossy."

"He just wants to take care of you."

That's true. I do.

Keep reading!

- I want to hear some more.
- It's just mushy stuff. Blah-blah-blah.

"Love, Ellie."

"And P.S., if I'm wrong

about what I wrote... "

You have to take me home, Bobby!
I have to do something. Right now.

Ellie, I can't, I gotta
work. I have deliveries.

You can be so frustrating sometimes!

We could take you.

Isn't that right, Mr. O'Toole?

Yeah.

Mr. Kempert?

Hi. I'm Shane. We spoke on the phone.

Dad, we have to talk. Now.

Okay. Let's start with

why you asked these
people to bring you home.

Because they brought me my letter back.

Sir, I'm Oliver O'Toole from the
United States Postal Service...

I wrote it and I have to marry Bobby.

- Well... can I see it?
- No!

Can I marry Bobby or not?

His parents say it's okay.

Okay, Ellie, look. We've
talked about this, and...

Mom! I want to get married!

I don't want to talk about it anymore!

And it hurts when you
talk to me like I'm a baby.

Look, I'm sorry, Ellie, but
please, could we go inside...

No!

This is my life!

My life!

I'm getting married,

and you can't stop me!

Thank you for bringing
her home. I appreciate it.

It might not be my place...

Ms. McInerney, do you have children?

No. I don't.

Thanks for caring, though.

Please keep in mind, Ms. McInerney...

although I have learned
to indulge your habit

of inserting yourself into people's lives,

others who do not know you

may not.

We did our job. We delivered the letter.

Hello. Good evening.Healthy.
Here's my first song.

Thank you, everybody. Thank you.

I've been thinking about
Miss Special Delivery...

You're auditioning, too?

No, Rita. I want to help you.

You need a strategy.

Let's begin with an
honest self-appraisal...

assess your strengths and weaknesses.

How would you rate your sorting
skills for the compulsories?

- Pretty good, I think.
- Okay. Great.

'Cause you're kind of
on your own with that.

Sorting is more your thing.

What about poise and appearance?

Well, the judges ask each of us a question,

but we don't know what
it is until we get there.

My advice on that is
keep your answer short.

Don't think, or talk...

Or think too much.

Is someone helping you
with your hair and makeup?

I need hair and makeup?

Moving on to talent.

- Okay...
- What is it?

Well, I finally took Norman's advice,

and I memorized the 2014 postal code.

Go ahead. Ask me anything.

Page... 396?

Okay. "Section four, subsection 56...

"deliveries going to carnivals, circuses,

"or transient attractions:

All letters should... "

Okay, got it! Good. That
should be enough to beat

old "tuba-lips" Kimmi.

Now, the only question mark is Vivinee.

♪ For me and my gal ♪

- ♪ the birds are singing ♪
- Who's that?

- ♪ for me and my gal ♪
- Wow... She's really good.

Ladies.

How do you like my baby's singing?

♪knowin' to a weddin' they're ♪

That's Vivinee?

Sure is.

See you around.

♪ Every Suzie and Sal ♪

♪ they're congregatin' ♪

♪ for me and my gal ♪

Let's talk some more

about poise and appearance, shall we?

♪ For me and my gal ♪

Gentlemen, it is my distinct privilege

and pleasure to present to you

the next...

Miss Special Delivery...

Miss Rita Haywith!

Posture.

Well? Aren't you going to say something?

Rita, there is... ahem,

indeed a reason

for our prolonged silence.

You have, in fact,

taken our breath away.

Thank you, Oliver.

We did a little hair thing...

A little make-up thing.

A little everything.

What do you think, Norman?

I think you look like a different person.

I know.

But I'm not.

Mr. Garrett, thank you again

for those packets transfers.

Oliver?

I know yesterday you said

once we deliver Ellie's
letter, our job is done.

It's really not.

Well, I suppose that
argument could be made,

but it's a moot point now.

Actually, not so moot.

Mr. O'Toole. Ms. McInerney.

- Mr. Kempert.
- It's Ellie.

She's gone. So is Bobby.

I think they've run off to get married.

What can we do to help?

I need to know if there's
anything in that letter

that could tell us
where they could've gone.

Any chance you remember any of it?

"And I hope...

"That you're dancing,

"under the stars,

"with flowers falling down.

"'Cause when I close my eyes...

that's how I see you."

That was our wedding.

Ellie's mom and I got married
in this beautiful restored barn,

up in Eldora.

It was the same place where
Ellie's grandparents got married.

It had lights hanging from the rafters.

As we danced, our guests threw flowers.

Ellie, she thought it sounded magical.

If Ellie wanted a wedding just like yours,

with lights and flowers...

Then maybe...

Is there someone we can call
to see if she's up there?

No. It's just an old barn.

There's no record of a
marriage license being granted,

but if they just submitted it,
it wouldn't be in the system yet.

Well, Rita and I can go
to city hall and check.

I'm gonna drive up to the barn.

Okay. Follow my lead.

Excuse me.

My fiancee and I would like to get married.

- Really?
- Yes! We would.

And we'd like to know if this is the
correct place to obtain a marriage license.

Don't we?

So this young lady is your fiancee?

Yes... I am.

You're... You're a lucky man.

No, no, I'm the lucky one.

Well, you know, luck is a funny thing...

So... fill these out and bring them back.

The thing is,

we were supposed to meet
another couple here...

Bobby Richards and Ellie Kempert.

Could you tell us if they've been here yet?

- A double wedding?
- Y-yeah.

Double trouble!

Ellie?

Ellie?

This is it.

This is where Leslie and
I got married, right here.

Maybe I'm wrong.

Maybe they didn't come here to get married.

Excuse me. Hello?

Hey, Norman. What do you got?

Okay. Okay, great. Thanks.

They did get a marriage license.

Well, you both must think
I'm a horrible father.

We're in no position to judge, Mr. Kempert.

Well, that's kind of you to say.

What's that?

That's a yoke.

It's, like a harness

that joins oxen or horses together.

It equalizes the weight when they're
pulling a plow or any kind of heavy load.

Well, I don't know much about farming.

Or parenting, it seems.

Well, you learn as you go.

Before Ellie was born,

the doctor told us that we were
gonna have a child with Down syndrome.

You know what my thought was?

"Run."

"Get away."

You were scared.

And you didn't run.

No.

I thank God every day I didn't.

Ellie's the most precious,
wonderful daughter in the world.

Not a burden, a gift.

Mr. Kempert...

I may be the last person

to consider myself an expert on

what true love looks like, but...

With Bobby,

I see

patience and sensitivity...

A gentle sense of humor,

and this protective kind of wisdom...

All the qualities I'd imagine
that a father would want

in a son-in-law.

It's my wife.

She's found her.

Ellie. Where have you been?

I have been up in Eldora, waiting
and waiting for you at that barn.

- I've been worried sick about you.
- What were you doing at the barn?

Well, isn't that where you're
getting married tonight?

Yeah. But not tonight.

Not without you!

Well, then why did you... ?

There's no wedding date
on the license, Mark.

It's good for 30 days.

They just wanted to
show us they're serious.

We are serious.

So am I. I'm very serious.

You are not ready to get married, Ellie.

- Not tonight, not in 30 days.
- Then when?

When, daddy? Ever?

Honey...

- I just don't know...
- But I know!

I know.

When you love somebody,

you marry them.

Right, Shane?

S-someday...

- Maybe.
- I hate "someday"!

Come on. Let's go get married now.

Not like this, Ellie.

But don't you want to marry me?

I do want to marry you!

But I don't want to do it like this,

without everybody's support.

Everybody.

Does that mean no?

I quit!

Ellie!

I knew it was a mistake
to let her work here.

My customers don't think so.

Bobby?

Did Ellie arrange that?

She does all the ones with stars.

That's her signature.

They're...

They're beautiful.

- I'm... I'm really sur...
- Surprised?

I'm used to people who look at me,

and they don't understand.

They don't understand who I really am.

They don't understand what I can really do.

But when Ellie...

When Ellie looks...

When Ellie looks at you...

Suddenly...

You feel like somebody understands.

Yes.

Remember the yoke you
showed us in that barn?

What you said about pulling together,

sharing the load?

There's a song that I love...

One of the lines was,

"A man shall leave his mother,

"and a woman leave her home.

"They shall travel on

to where the two shall be as one."

I believe it works best

when the two are equally
yoked, Mr. Kempert.

I believe Ellie and Bobby are...

Let's face it.

We have a lot in common.

I really messed things up. Didn't I?

Well, welcome to my world.

- There you are.
- Where's Rita?

- I was gonna help her with her makeup.
- She's in the ladies' convenience.

Well, it starts any minute.
She's cutting it very close.

Rita! Where's...

your dress?

And your makeup? Your...

Your everything?

I'm wearing my everything.

I... I don't understand.

I really appreciate your help, I do,

but the problem is, is that...

Well, if they see the new me,

they won't see the real me.

We see you, Rita.

I can think of no one
to better to represent

all that is good and
honorable in this institution.

You walk into that room tonight

knowing that we are all so proud of you.

To thine own self be true.

I'm sorry, Rita.

- I was just trying to help you win.
- I know you were.

This is... this is the
only way I know how to.

Besides, with friends like you guys...

I feel like I've...

- I've won already.
- Well, then go get 'em!

Okay!

Break a leg...

And I mean... Break a leg.

"Bug."

I forgot to tell you something.

What?

I-I've started taking
a lip-reading class.

Yeah. And, sometimes,
it comes in real handy.

That's very interesting,
Norman, but I have to...

You know, my favorite bug
is the dryococelus australis.

People in the South Pacific,

they refer to it as a "tree lobster."

- Do you know why?
- Why?

Because it has a hard,
lobster-like exoskeleton,

that makes it virtually unsquashable.

How do you not like a bug like that?

Norman, you always know what to say.

Ahem. Excuse me?

If we could have the contestants
please take their places?

Thank you.

And now we're ready to begin our
compulsory sorting competition.

Where's Ms. Haywith?

I'm right here, your honor.

No.

No skates. That's cheating.

Well, now, the rules do state

that entrants are encouraged to be creative

and to use their ingenuity,
so we will allow it.

Ladies... To your marks.

Yeah!

Ms. Haywith, the scores indicate

that after your talent
and compulsory events,

you are currently in second place.

Good luck.

Our question for you is this...

We live in a changing world,

and the future of the postal service

and of mail delivery itself is threatened.

What words of encouragement can you share

with your fellow employees?

Well, I-I think...

Ahem.

Some people think

that the post office
is a relic of the past,

just waiting to be squashed like a bug

by its new competition.

But you know what?

Bugs can surprise you.

I think we can learn a lot from
the South Pacific tree lobster.

It's not beautiful, like a butterfly.

It can't create whole
societies like an ant,

or spin webs and trap you...

like a spider.

To tell you the truth, I
don't know what it can do.

But I know what it can't do.

Its shell is so tough,
that it can't be squashed.

Once you know how strong you are,

that no matter how tough it gets,

you can't be squashed,

you stop worrying about
all the things you can't do,

and you start dreaming about
the things that you can do.

Yes!

Just a little bit further, honey.

Almost there.

Okay. You can open your eyes now.

Whoa...

Dad!

- You're here!
- Somebody had to bring the stars tonight.

I love you.

I love you, too, dad.

I do believe you are the most
beautiful bride I have ever seen.

We never did get to have our dance, did we?

No.

Do you think

we could remember the steps?

We could give it a try.

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