All language subtitles for Whenn Hope Calls Christmas 2021.mp4

? O Christmas tree
O Christmas tree ?

? How lovely are thy branches

- Those lights and that tree,
it's beautiful.

- You can thank
our town constable for the tree.
- Just doing my assigned task.

- Makes me smile
just to look at it.

- What's Christmas without
the perfect tree?

- Harper's Bazaar?
How did that magazine
even know about our town?

- I have no idea.
A wire showed up one day

saying Brookfield was one
of three towns selected to be

in its "Country Christmas"
edition.

That magazine sells
all over North America.
- Indeed.

We were already planning
on having a festival, but this
inspired us to go even bigger.

? How lovely are thy branches

- Well, obviously, word
of my hotel has spread.

- Oh, you think
you're the reason
for the magazine's interest?

- What else could it be?
- Maybe an out-of-towner tried
one of my delectable pastries.

- Or maybe they were charmed
by my General Store?
- Right, right.

Pastries and canned goods
are the reason
for our sudden acclaim.

- Ronnie?
- Tess?

- What's that growing
on your face?
- Oh, this!

I thought I'd add
a touch of class to this town.

- By disguising yourself? Ah...

Just kidding.

Looks great... Right, Debbie?

- Nice wagon.

- Thanks.

- You must be busy with Eleanor
gone for the holidays.

- Fortunately, the older
children really help out.

- That's good.
- Yes.

- What are you looking at
there, Theo?

- Do you think Santa
will give me Lincoln Logs?

- Oh... I don't know.

Santa might think
that you could use
some new pants.

- But I'd rather have
Lincoln logs.

- Well, we'll see
what he brings.

But maybe we could build
a toy cabin out of some wood
in our own backyard.

- Hey, Harley.
Is that one of ours?

- Found her near my barn.

She was looking for feed.

- Sorry about that.
- Not a problem.

- I'll go get someone.

- So, how's Lucie working out
as the foreman?

- Er... She's fine.

- You wanted that job, right?
- Of course, who wouldn't?

- Why do you think Tess
promoted her and not you?
- You'd have to ask Tess.

- You don't think
her last name had
anything to do with it?

- I'm sure it didn't hurt.

- Straight in the bath
when we get back.

- Can you read
my favorite story tonight?
- Again?

Please!
Okay.

- Hey, it's my turn!
- No, it's mine.
- Everyone will get a turn.

- Watch it!

- Sorry, Tess.

- Just watch
where you're walking!

- Sorry, Mrs. Stewart.

- I want you to be more careful.

Especially with that bike.

- It's okay. It's okay.

- It's not like we don't miss
Grace and Chuck, too.
- I know.

- Once upon a time,
there was a valiant young man,

who wanted to watch
over a beautiful fair maiden.

For when they met,
it was love at first sight.

The fair maiden was funny,

and creative and hard-working.

And most of all,
she had a really big heart.

She decided to bring a child

to a faraway land
to be reunited with her family.

When the valiant man found out,
he rushed over to let her know

exactly how he felt about her.

- Yuck.

- After the fair maiden left,

the valiant man
missed her terribly.

So, do you know what he did?

- He jumped on a boat
and married her in England.

- No, that's the end.
- He wrote to her
and professed his love.

- Why didn't he fight
any dragons?

- He didn't come across any.

- He would've been more valiant,
if he did.

- I like dragons.

- Tomorrow, we'll read
a story with dragons.

- Let Miss Lillian
get to the end.

- Yeah, who wants dragons when
you can have happily ever after?

- Oh, my God!

- Whoa, my heart is racing!

- On a better road,
this car will hit
forty-five miles an hour.

- Forty-five!

- You'll be practically flying!
- No kidding!

Yeah, but listen,
about the price...

Can we maybe
lower it down a bit?

- I get it.
- You get what?

- This car ain't for everyone.

- What do you mean?
- How about something
less powerful and elegant?

- No, no! I love this car.

- The constant attention
from women, the envy of other
men, that's a lot to handle.

- I can handle that.
- I have another interested
buyer, maybe I should...

- No, no! I'll take it!
I'll pay full price.

- That's the attitude
of a man who drives this car.

You don't ask. You demand.
- But do you mind
if I take a few days?

No, my hotel is hopping!

I'll have the cash by Christmas.
- I'll hold it until Christmas.

- Great!
- It's twenty dollars up front.

- Fine.

My baby!

- Can't wait
for Christmas to start?
- You can say that.

- What are your plans?
- Spending it with my family.

- How is your father?

- He's fine now,
but he gave us quite the scare.

I look forward
to the time with him...

How about you?
- I'm headed
to Clearwater after work.

I'll shop for a couple of days
then go to my folks' ranch.

- Spending your foreman wages?

- Yeah... I guess I will be.

- Such a good girl.

Yeah, good girl.

Chuck?

What are you doing up there?

- I'm looking for my present.

- And what makes you think
we'd hide it up there?

- Because it seems
like a good hiding place.
- The fact you're looking there

means that it's not.
Come on down.

- Mrs. Stewart? The feed is
on its way to the eastern range.

- Good. Tomorrow we'll start
repairs on the fence
of the southern range.

- We don't have any cattle
in the southern range.

- Not at the moment.

- I guess our Christmas break
will have to wait another day...

Come on.

- Sam!

Can you make sure our carolers
stick to the schedule?

- Schedules aren't
my strong suit...
- Please.

- Sure, yeah.
- Thank you.

- Oh, excuse me, constable.

Can you tell me how to get
to New Hope Orphanage?
- I can do better.

I can take you there myself.
- Are you sure?

- I'm going there.
My wagon's around the back.

- Oh, thank you.
This town is beautiful.

- Yeah, you can thank
this woman right here.
- I've had a lot of help.

- Maggie Parsons.
- Abigail Stanton.
- Maggie!

- Oh, excuse me.
What are you doing here?

- Wait. You're writing
the article for Harper's Bazaar?
- I am.

- Did you know I was
in Brookfield?
- Guilty as charged.

Will you join me
for dinner tonight?
- Of course!

- Ah! Welcome to Brookfield,
sir. How may I help you?

- I'd like a room, please.
- Certainly.

Let's have a look.

Well, today is your lucky day,
my friend, I have one room left.

- What's your rate?
- Two dollars.

- A bit pricey, don't you think?

- This is a first-class
establishment, sir.

As a matter of fact, a magazine
is doing a spread on this place.

- Really.
- Uh-huh.

The article might include
a word or two,

about the people and the town,
but it'll mainly be
about my hotel.

- That's news to me.
Paul Franklin, Harper's Bazaar.

Ronnie Stewart.

You should've said something.
Prankster.

Well, your room, of course,
is free of charge,
Mr. Franklin.

- Oh, no.
I don't take free stuff.

It compromises
my journalistic integrity.
You understand, right?

- Of course.
Integrity is my middle name.

Well, there you are, sir.
You have the suite.

Second floor,
third door on your left.

- That doesn't fit.

- It almost does.
- Almost doesn't count.

- This is hard.

- When something's hard, you
feel a greater accomplishment
when you complete it.

But you know what I think?
It's time for a cookie break.
- Yes.

- Is that the new boy?
- I believe so.

- Why couldn't it
have been a girl?

- Let's go say hello.

- Thank you, constable.

- Abigail!

- Lillian, it's so nice
to see you.
- Lovely.

- You remember my son, Cody.
- Of course.

- Wow, you have grown.
And you must be Roy.

- Roy is not a big talker.

- Okay. Nice to meet you, Roy.

Oh, come here.

- You want us to you
to show you your room?
- That's a great idea.

- Come on, guys.

- Go on, Roy.

- Roy, I'm Vincent.
It's right through here.

- You'll be sleeping in my bunk,
but I get the top.

- Miss Lillian decides
who sleeps where.

- Just so you know, no one
milks Virginia, except me.

- No one likes milking cows,
Mary Louise.

- We have a bike,
if you know how to ride.

- Thank you for the tree,
Gabriel. It's beautiful.
- Where would you like it?

- Just in the living room.
I'll move the smaller one.

- Cody, can you help
Mountie Gabriel?

- Sure.

- This one
used to be Christian's.
And this one was Fred's.

They were adopted.

- They were really nice.
- We write to each other.

- This isn't like
the other places.
- It's better.

- But we are expected
to do chores...

- So, Grace is married
and living in London?

- Uh-huh.
She is doing so well.

But how about you?
Rosemary told me you were
taking care of your mother.

- Oh, yes. She was quite ill,
but thank God she's okay now.

- Good. So, how do you know Roy?

- Well, I know of Roy

through my cousin
who runs a big orphanage
near my mother.

He's been to three different
orphanages and he just...
He just hasn't done well.

Roy's father died in a traffic
accident four years ago.

and his mother
and unborn sister died

during childbirth
shortly after that.

- Oh, that poor boy...

- My cousin tried to get him
to open up, but he just won't.

And she would have
kept trying but...

I seem to remember
that you really connected
with your children.

So, I thought
it was worth a shot.
- Of course.

- We finished setting up
the tree.
- Oh, thank you!

- Would you mind giving us
a ride back into town?
We need to get a room.

- No, you'll be staying
with us.

- The hotel is
probably booked anyway.

- That's very kind of you,
Lillian.

- It's my pleasure.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- You're really good at this.
- It takes patience.

- Girls.
- I'm so close to finishing.

- You can finish tomorrow.

It's time for bed.

- Good night!

Are you sleeping
with your eyes open?

- He's awake, Theo.

He just doesn't like to talk.
- Why?

- It's bedtime.

- Good night.

- Good night, Miss Lillian.

- Good night.

Hey, Roy.

I know you've had a hard time
at your other orphanages,

but I really hope it's gonna be
different for you here.

I'm gonna take care of you.

Everything is gonna be okay.

Good night.

You, go to bed.

- And then, when my editor
said he wanted to do
a Country Christmas article,

I suggested Brookfield.

- Thank you for that.

So how long have you been
at Harper's Bazaar?

- Oh, a year.
They said they wanted
another travel writer

so I just sold them
on my potential.

- You miss being
a beat reporter?

You kidding? Hearing you
talk about your travels

inspired me to seek
more than a headline.

I couldn't be happier.

- I'm glad.

- So, what about you?
- Oh...

When you said
you wanted to experience
the Great Northwest,

I thought you were talking
about a few weeks.

Here you are,
over a year later!

- Well, I run the infirmary.

- No doubt with great flair.

- I suppose
I've taken to the town...

And the town to me.

- That's great. I just want to
capture the magic of this place.

- I have no doubt you will.

- Rise and shine.

No!

I was so close!

It's all gone!

- Nora!
What happened?

- Where is Roy?

Roy?

Roy!

- This is highly unusual.

- Oh, it's fine. I can get by
with the other two drawers.

One drawer may be problematic.
- Is this going to go
into your article?

- Well, I can't really say...

- I'll tell you what,
I'll get you a new dresser.

- You sure?
- No problem.

This is a first-class
establishment.

- I remember you saying that.

- Why don't I take that?
Thank you.

- So how are things
with you and Lillian going?

- Fine. Why?

- I seem to recall the two
of you were almost an item.

- Well, now
we're just good friends.

- My wife, when she was alive,
was my best friend.

- Something tells me
you have a point.

- No, I'm just regaling
in my greatest accomplishment.

Remind me again,
what's the Mountie motto?

Uphold the right.
- Uphold the right...

What could be more right than...

winning the heart
of the woman of your dreams?

- Mountie Kinslow, Roy is gone!

- Hey, Lucie!

I rode the entire
Southern Range and...

You know, I saw you did a lot.

- I pushed them hard.
- That's just what I want
from my foreman.

- We'll finish the rest
right after Christmas.
- Can't stop now.

- What do you mean?
- We need that fencing repaired
before getting the herd in.

- But that will take a week.

- Maybe less at the rate
you're moving.

- That means working
through Christmas.

- There's scrub on that range.
That'll save me
on supplemental feed.

- We were all looking forward
to spending Christmas
with our families.

- I don't want
to disappoint them.

- My cattle were looking
forward to eating.

I don't want to disappoint them.

- I understand that, but...
- It's been a mild winter.

I need
to take advantage of that.
I get it!

Is there any way
I can get the time off?

- Sure there is.
You can quit.

- Then I quit.
- Wait, hold on a sec.

Can we talk?

Hank almost lost
his father this year.

He was looking forward
to the time with him.

- I was gonna give him time off
after getting the herd in.

- With all due respect,
you're not being fair.

- With all due respect,
my ranch, my rules.

- Well, if he quits, I quit.

Come on, let's go.

- Where?
- Wherever we please.

We're no longer employed
by the Stewart Ranch.

- Anyone else?

Anyone else don't wanna work?

Feel free to join them!

- I need the work, ma'am.

- I'll see you tomorrow, Pete.

Roy!

- Roy!

- I moved here when I bought
the bakery from my Aunt Pearl
about six months ago.

- How do you like it?
- I love it.

Everyone in the town has
welcomed me with opened arms.

- Maybe the best way
to a town's heart is
through its sweet tooth.

- Do you mind
if I take your photograph?
- Sure.

- Okay.

- Oh!

- Ben, would you happen
to be selling a dresser?

- Yeah, we are.

My son's been taking piano
lessons and he's really good.

So, the Mrs. and I would like
to buy him a used piano
for Christmas.

- Figured if we sold
some furniture...

- Yes, good plan.

So, about the dresser?
- It's at my house.

- Perfect, I'll swing by.
- Great!

- Alright!

- Gabriel, over here!

There's a path
just through there.

- That's him!

Roy!

- It's okay!
- Let me go!

- I'm not going anywhere,
I'm not giving up on you.

Okay?

It's okay.

- Ho ho! That a girl.
- Hey, Ronnie!

- Ben, how are you?
- Good.

- You still have that dresser?
- Oh, yes!

Come on in.
- Much obliged.

Oh, nice!

- There it is.
I brought it downstairs.

- Oh, thank you, Ben.
Let's have a look, shall we?

- It's been in my wife's family
for a couple of generations.
- Ah.

It's pretty old, then, I guess.

- No, look at the craftsmanship.

- We've got a nick right there.

- First time Timmy threw a ball.

Turns out he can throw
better than I can catch.

The Mrs. wasn't very happy.

- Two dollars.

- We need four more dollars
for the used piano, so...

- That's too steep
for this old piece, Ben.

What else are you selling?

- Well, we're a little reluctant
to sell much more of our stuff.

- Hum.

You say Timmy
really has his heart set
on that piano for Christmas?

- He plays like an angel.
- Yeah, sounds like a prodigy.

? Dashing through the snow

? In a one-horse open sleigh

? Over the fields we go

? Laughing all the way

Ho, ho, ho!

Whoa!

Hold on there, girl. What the...

Oh, for the love of Pete.
Hand on there, sweetheart.

Easy, girl. Easy, girl.

Good girl.

Oh, great...

Alright, this is gonna take
some time, sweetheart. Alright.

That's a girl. That's a girl.

Come on.

Alright, come here.

What is that? That a girl.

What have we got here?

Well, would you look at that?

So, you're gonna keep me
company,

- When did you meet
Miss Lillian?

- When she was in Hope Valley
with her sister.

They were on their way
to start your orphanage.

- Think we got enough walnuts?

- We got enough for ten pies.

- I love pies.
- Who doesn't?

- We have to stop
at the General Store.

- Look, reindeer.

Wow!

Not just any reindeer.
- What do you mean?
- Dasher,

Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet,
Cupid, Donner and Blitzen...

- Hi, guys.

- Mister Stewart is Santa Claus!

- Santa Claus?
- Shh!

- What are you guys doing
over there?
- Don't say anything.

- Violet!

- Thank you.

- Are you okay?

- I've never had
a child run away before.

- My cousin told me
that Roy has run away from
every orphanage he's been at.

- I want this place
to be different.

- Lillian, it is.

- Theo wants Lincoln Logs,
not clothes...

All of these children deserve
to have their Christmas wishes
come true.

- Lillian,
they're in a loving home.

That is your gift to them.

- I know.

- I started this orphanage
with Grace.

Sometimes I wonder
if I can do it alone.

- Are you alone?

- I do have
some wonderful friends.

- Wonderful friends
is a good place to start.

- Look at the selection!
Did you make all of these?
- Most but not all.

Some were donated by townsfolk
for the festival.

- So, what have we got?
- Well, we have

date cookies, pound cake,
cinnamon muffins...

- Oh, I'm allergic to cinnamon.

- Good to know.
We'll want to avoid this.

Hungarian Christmas cookies,
cashew brittle...

- I'm gonna go
with some of the cookies.

- Okay.

- Are you ready for your big
performance in a few days?

- Are you kidding?
I was born to play Santa.
- Good.

- "Christmas in Vienna"

written by Maggie Parsons.

- The lights on the Graben
and Karntner Strasse...

- As eloquently detailed
in your article.

"Springtime in Paris"
written by Maggie Parsons.

- Well, that practically
wrote itself.

- "My summer in Siam".

- I rode an elephant.

- I know, cause I read it.

- You also know,
I dabbled in travel writing
to help cover my expenses...

- Well, your enthusiasm
for new places is contagious.

It got me
on my new career path.

- Why?
- To help you remember
what brought you here.

Doesn't at least part of you
miss the adventure?

- What did your mom say
we needed again?
- Flour and sugar.

- Violet?

Come on.

- Whoa, I can't believe
that she would say that.

So what?
You just decided to quit?
- Yeah.

- I gave my ranch hands
Christmas off.
- Well...

Tess obviously feels different.

- Whoa!

There's a good girl.

- It's Santa.

- Mr. Franklin!
There you are, sir.

It's your new dresser
right here.

- Are you sure it's new?
- Even better, it's an antique.

- Like I said, I...
- I know, you run
a first-class establishment.

- Absolutely.

- Thank you for this tree,
Mountie Gabriel.

- It's my pleasure.
- Mountie Gabriel's
a good friend.

- In Hope Valley,
I knew some Mounties.

They were all good men.
- Nathan Grant has been
to Brookfield a few times.

And I served under Jack Thornton
in the Northern Territories.

- Really?
- He was a good man.

- Yes, he was.

- Look at that. A train set.

- Wow, that's...

That's maybe a bit pricey
for Santa.

- I want a Raggedy Ann doll.

- You know what I think?
I think we should be grateful
for whatever

Santa brings us.

- Oh, look who's here...

- Hide your puzzle, Laura.
- Vincent!

- Hey, I need all you kids

to make an effort
to help Roy feel welcome here.

- Okay, we'll try.

- You know what I always say.

Action speak
louder than words!

- Thank you.

- Can I have a word with him?
- Sure.

What?
- Oh, I know that look.

- What does that mean?

- What is it about young women
and Mounties?

- What are we gonna do?

You're not gonna find
a better place than this.

- Are you an expert
on orphanages?
- No.

But my job is to know people.

And Miss Lillian
is as good as it gets.

- She wants
the best for you, Roy.

- I don't care.
- You should.

And now...

you've made a mess of it
with the other kids.

It's gonna be on you
to make amends.

What makes you happy, Roy?

I don't think it's running away.

Okay, I'll leave you alone.

I remember me and my dad
playing catch.

That made me happy.

- Yeah.

Who doesn't love
playing catch with their dad?

- Okay. How can I help?

- I think we have this covered.

- With Eleanor gone,
your extra hands
sure are a big help.

- If you need even more help,
I hear Lucie Clay
is looking for work.

- She's Tess's foreman, so...

- Not anymore.
- What happened?

- Careful.

- Tess?
- Oh, what the...

Oh, what are you doing here?

- Is it true
you're making your ranch hands
work through Christmas?

- It's a free country.
I'm not making anybody
do anything.

And how's this any
of your business?
- Oh...

It's a small town and
what you do affects everyone.

Besides,
we're practically family.

So I was actually hoping
to invite you...

- No, we are not family.

And after what you did,
we never will be.

- What did I do?
- It's what you didn't do.

You didn't convince Grace
to come home.

My son's gotta go
chasing after her!

- Like you said,
it's a free country.
- This is the first Christmas.

First one I won't be
spending with him.

Even when he was at veterinary
college, he'd come home
every year for the holiday.

- We only ever had one.

- One what?

- Christmas.

Since I was seven,
I've had exactly
one Christmas with Grace.

- Then why didn't you
convince her to come back?

- Cause that's not
what she wants.

- She's young, she doesn't know
what she wants.

- She deserves
to find happiness.

Doesn't Chuck?

- I've got a fence to repair.

- Maggie!
- You look happy.

- I just got
my next two assignments.
- Okay.

- Times Square
on New Year's Eve.
- Oh, sounds like fun!

- Carnival in Rio De Janeiro.
- Even more fun.

That's not the best part.

Before I left, I showed
your "Christmas in Vienna"
article to my editor.

- Why?
- Because

they're looking
for another travel writer.

And I just got a telegram
saying they want to hire you.

- Really?
- The Carnival assignment
isn't just an article.

There's a whole special edition
devoted it.

They're gonna need two writers.
You would be coming
with me to Rio!

- But I'm a nurse here.
- Well, they can get
another nurse.

- This magazine is offering
to pay you to do
what you love most...

And the way that you absorb
places and experiences...

It's a gift.

- I have to admit it sounds fun.
- Yes!

- But let me give it
some thought.
- What's there to think about?

Okay, okay.

But...

hold onto it.
Think of the possibilities...

- Oh...

- Hello.

- Can I help you?

- Yes, I need to mail
this letter.

- Yes, I'm delivering
telegrams now,
but I'll be sure it's sent out.

- It's important.
Please be careful with it.

- I promise you.
This will get to Henry Gowen.

- Thank you.

- Excuse-me.

- Wanna help with the puzzle?

- I'm busy right now.
- Doing what?

- Writing to Santa.
- Isn't it a little too late

to be mailing letters
to the North Pole?

- He's not there right now.

- Then, where is he?

- Right here in Brookfield.
Tell them.

- I'm not positive.
- I am!

- It's Mr. Stewart.
- Mr. Stewart?

- We saw him with his reindeers
and his wagon.

- Have you seen his white beard?
- Are you sure it's him?

- I can feel it in my bones.

<�Dear Santa,

please get me
a Radio Flyer Wagon.

I have been good all year...
Well...

Most of the year.
- Do you have more paper?

- Come on. What can it hurt?

Thank you.

- Easy, it's the people.

The people here stick together.

Never was that more true than
when my first store burned down.

- Have you ever been
outside of this territory?

- No, I was born
and raised in Springhill about
seventy miles south of here.

This is as far as I got.

- Pardon me, boys.

Joe, I just want to be sure
your Santa suit has arrived.

- It hasn't
- Oh, no.

Sam?
- Yeah.

- Our Santa suit is still
in Clearwater.

- Do you want me
to pick it up?
- That would be fabulous.

I'll take over the carolers.
- Sure.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

- Hello.
- Can you and the kids
come out and play?

- Sure.

Kids!

- So the game
is called football.

It's played in colleges
around the country.

There's even talk of starting
a professional league next year.

- What's a professional league?
- It means people are paid
to play.

- Are we going to be paid
right now?

No,
it's just for fun.

Oh...
I want to be paid.

- So, we'll divide
into two teams.

And the idea is to score
as many touchdowns as possible.

So, I'll be one team captain
but we will need another.

- We need someone
who has a burning desire to win,
but who won't cry if they lose.

And a natural leader
of young men and women
who has a history of starting

something from nothing...

And someone who does not
expect to be paid.

Hey, look, we have a volunteer.

- Oh!

Hey!

- Is that for your family
get together?

- We're planning
a big Christmas meal.

- What about you?
I thought you were headed
to Clearwater.

- My plans changed.

- You don't have
those foreman wages anymore.

- Something like that.

I'll see you around.

Hey, Lucie.

You didn't have to quit.

- It was the right thing to do.

- I'm not sure I would've stuck
my neck out that way.

I guess that...

That's what makes you
a great foreman.

- Thanks.

- Hut!
- Yeah!

- Here, threw it!

- I got it!

- Get her!

- Yes!

- Here!
- Pass it!

- Good catch!

- Next touchdown wins
so we need to stop them, okay?

You know I'm going
to intercept this, right?

- Big talk from a man
who's about to lose the game.

- Bigger talk from a woman
who just learned how to play.

- So imagine your embarrassment
when we win.

- Okay!
- Win, win, win!

- You got this.
- Don't cry when I win.

- You got this!

- Okay. Stop! Oh!

- I got it! I got it!
Touchdown! Yay!

- Let me help you, are you okay?
- I'm...

fantastic because we won!

- Very funny!

- Guess I was all talk.
- Actions speak louder
than words.

Will you come play with us
again, Mountie Kinslow?

- I hope Miss Lillian
gives me a rematch.

- I suppose
it could be arranged.
- Well, until then.

Have fun! Bye, guys.

Bye!

- She's gone for the night.
But I'm sure
she mailed your letter.

- Oh, good evening, Constable.

The children really loved
playing football with you.

- Actually...
I'm more into baseball,
remember?

- Jack!

- I've missed you.

- Oh, Jack! Oh!

I've missed you, too.

But... I-I don't understand.

- Well, it may surprise you,
but neither do I.

It's a beautiful town.

- Oh, yeah. Yes. Yes, it is.

- Where another Mountie
loves a good woman.

- Oh, bears and deers
are all about.

- That's good.

Abigail... can you get a message
to Elizabeth for me?

- Of course.

- Will you let her know
that I'm happy she's moving on
with her life?

And let her know she's doing
a fine job with little Jack,

and I could not be prouder
of both of them.

- Oh, Jack, there's so much
she wants to tell you.

- And one more thing.

You tell her...
that true love never dies.

I know that now more than ever.

- Wait.

- Goodbye, Abigail.

It's a beautiful town.

- No.

Jack!

Oh.

Jack.

- I was brought here
when I was eight.

- And how much has changed
since then?
- Oh, a lot.

I never would've imagined
a festival like this then.

- Huh. And what do you like best
about Brookfield?

- We look out for each other.
- Huh. I've heard of that.

- Yeah. And no one look out
for us better than our nurse.

- Ah, don't be silly.

- And she gives us treats
whenever we don't feel good.

- Helps get them
to the infirmary.

- Looks like you got
a flawless operation going on.

- Uh, not exactly.
- Ooh.

I think my throat's
not feeling so good.

- Hmm.

Nice try.
See what I mean?

- Can you get the girls?
We should head home soon.
Alright.

- Mary Louise, come on!
Hurry up!

Look. He even has a sign.

- If he's Santa,
then why has he been here
all year?

- I don't have all the answers.
I'm just a kid.

- Who's taking care
of the North Pole?
- Ever heard of elves?

- You really think he's Santa?
- Yeah.

Where are you going?!

- Yeah, so this speedster,
Harley, has 20 horsepower.

- Is that like 20 horses
pulling it at the same time?

- Yeah, yeah.
It practically flies.

Fastest car I've ever seen.

Yeah. Oh.

- I would like
a Raggedy Ann doll.

- Oh, really?
Uh, how nice for you.

- For Christmas.

- What's going on?
- Shhh. She's talking to Santa.

- Well, perhaps you better
let Miss Lillian know.

- What was that about?

- Who knows?
Kids wanting things.

- What did he say?
- He said to tell Miss Lillian
what I want for Christmas.

- Of course he's gonna say that.

- Anyway, I-I-I get
this speedster on Christmas.

- Good for you.
- Yeah. Nice talking to you.

Ken! Ken, you will never guess
what I'm getting for Christmas.

- Hi, Joe.
- Abigail.
- I'd like to get a ham.

- I think I have one on ice
upstairs.

- Oh, thank you.
- One second.

- Oh.
- Uh, maybe you can help me,
Abigail.

- I could try.
- What's the best gift
to give a friend for Christmas?

This perfume, this rolling pin,
or this scarf?

- Well,
let's review our options.

Ahem.

Oh. You would not be a friend
of Lillian's
if you gave her this.

- How did you know
it was for Lillian?

- Lucky guess.
Now, general rule of thumb--
- Yeah.

Never buy a woman
a household appliance
for Christmas.

- Got it.
- Now, this is very nice.

It says...
"I like being your friend."

Is that the message
you wanted to send?

- Not exactly.

- Why don't you just speak
to her from your heart?

That's a gift
that could keep on giving.

- One ham.
- Thank you, Joe.

- And this Speedster is red,
Ken, not your standard black.
It, uh--

- I've never seen a red car.
What is this?

- Letters to Santa?

- Lincoln Logs,
Radio Flyer wagon,

Raggedy Ann doll,
train set, puzzles.

How'd these get up here?

- I have no idea.
- Hmm.

- Anyhow, this car--
- Ah.
- --you should see this thing.

- Oh.

- Think Dad'll be surprised?

- About what?
- That I helped chop down
the Christmas tree this year.

I love my life, Mom.

- That's good.
- I never want to leave here.

- You won't always feel
that way.

- Why do you say that?

- Because boys become men
and they leave.

- You won't make me, will you?

Can't I stay at the ranch?

- Of course you can.
But it's my job...

to teach you how to be strong
and independent.

Like a mama bear teaching
her cub how to survive
in the wild.

- What is Grace doing in London
with her new husband?
- She started her own orphanage.

- You're kidding.

- Yeah, I located
the grandfather of one
of the children.

He was in England,
and after Grace arrived
with his granddaughter,

he took it as a sign
that he should help
other orphans.

So he's Grace's benefactor.

- Oh, that's wonderful.
- Yeah.

- I scraped my knee!
- Uh-oh. Let's have a look.
- Oh.

- There we go. Which knee is it?
- This.
- Okay.

Oh, yes. Thank you.

There we go.

- Ow, ow, ow!

- Thank you. And I always...
have one of these handy.

All done.

- Do you think Nurse Maggie
should look at it?

- I guess it wouldn't hurt.

But I promise you
everything will be okay.

- Why do you always say that?

- What do you mean?
- She always says
that everything's gonna be okay!

That's not true! It's a lie!

- Why is that a lie?

- That's the last thing my mom
told me before she died!

- I'll talk to him.
- Thank you.

- Roy...

everyone here knows the pain
of losing someone dear to them.

- Why did they have to die?

- I don't know.

- Then how can Miss Lillian say
that everything's gonna be okay?

- Because believing that...

is what sees us
through the tough times.

It's called faith.

And faith can bring peace,
which can lead to joy.

Don't you think your parents
would want you
to feel joy again?

- Sam? Minor emergency.
Ben is running low on peanuts.

Uh, we got our supply
from Harley.

- Do you want me
to head to his ranch?
- Would you be so kind?

We just need them by tomorrow.

- Okay.

- Hi-de-ho.
- Mr. Stewart.

- Yes. So how's your dresser?

- The drawers work.
- Good, good, good.

Nothing like working drawers
to enhance your travel
experience I always say.

So I hear you're interviewing
people about your article.

- That's right.
To add to town flavour.

- Well, no doubt you'll want
to talk to me.

- Maybe. We'll see.

- Okay. Yeah.

- So sorry to keep you waiting.

Now, what ails you, my friend?

- Theo scraped his knee.

- Well, let's take a look at it,
then, shall we?

Oh.

- Maggie, you wrote these?

- Ah, seems like ages ago.
- You're really good.

- Hmm. Thank you.

I, uh, I love setting
on new adventures.

Uh, in fact, an opportunity
has presented itself
for me to do it full time.

- Well, that sounds exciting.

- It is.

Though, uh, it does get
a tad lonely sometimes.

Uh, this looks absolutely fine
to me.

Please tell Miss Lillian
she did an excellent job
of treating your wound.

- Does that mean
I don't get a treat?

- Oh, that depends.
Were you a brave boy?

- He certainly was.
- Then that settles it.

- Thank you.
- Thank you, Maggie.

- My pleasure.

- In my hometown, we were always
there for each other,

through joy and in grief.

What I learned is,
there's no journey
like a shared one.

I hate to say it,
but I don't see Roy fitting in.

- Well, we have to make sure
that he does.
- But he's not being nice.

- Well, he's very sad.
- We've all had sad things
happen to us.

- It's true.

But the same thing can happen
to you and me,

and we could have
very different reactions.

You know what we could all do?

- What?
- We can remember a person
who made our life better,

and then we can be
like that person for Roy.

How's that sound?

Alright,
bring those sheets over, girls.

- Who's the kid?
- He's my son, Mrs. Stewart.

- What's he doing here?

- Well, he wanted to spend
the holidays with me,

and I figured
this was the only way.

But he's a real hard worker.

And he's... he's not asking
for any pay.

- Go home.

- Look, I really need this job.
Please don't fire me.

- I said, go home.

- Do you want to help?

You should try it. It's fun.

Oh, have you ever done
a puzzle before?

- Like that?

- I forgive you, Roy.

- I like horses.

- So do I.

- My dad promised me a pony
for Christmas.

But then he died.

- I'm sorry.

- You should wish for pony
this year.

- Wishing for something
don't make it happen.

- I'm getting a red wagon
and Mary Louise is getting
a Raggedy Ann doll.

- Are you sure
you haven't done this before?

Let's try another one.

- Lucie.

Can we talk?

- I'm scheduled to be
one of the carollers right now.

- This will just take a minute.

- What is it?
- I gave everyone
the rest of the week off.

- That was nice of you.
- Oh, it was barely decent.

And I gave Hank his job back.

- He's a hard worker.
- He is.

And you were the best foreman
I have ever had.

I need you both.

So what do you say?

I, um...

I'll try to be a better boss.

Thank you.

- Oh, oh. Oh.

Merry Christmas Eve!
- Hey, Merry Christmas Eve!

You seem extra-happy today.

- We just got my son's piano.
He's gonna be thrilled.
- Yes, he will be.

Hey, Debbie.
- Hey.
- What do you have?

- Lots of new selections.
- Ooh.

That looks good. What's that?

- It's called
a Cannelle Custard Tart.

- Cannelle Custard.

I'll take one of those.
- Okay.

- Mm. Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, that's delicious.
There's a spice.
Is that... is that cinnamon?

- I don't know. It was donated
this morning by Mrs. Dubois.

- Hmm.

Probably not cinnamon.

- Enjoy.
- Thank you.

Time to wake up.

Roy?

Shhh.

He almost finished it.

- Yeah, must've been working
all night.

Alright, let's go back upstairs.

Come on.

- Sam.
- Ah, hey.
I got the peanuts from Harley.

It wasn't easy.
He wanted them all for himself.

- Thank you for that.
I'll take them to Ben.
- I can do it.

- No, no, let me.
- Okay.

- Oh, it's been a long time
since I've cooked
for this many people.

- It sure looks like
you haven't lost your touch.
- Thank you.

- Oops. Roy's awake.

- Morning, sleepyhead.
- We heard you had a busy night.

- It-it's finished.
- Almost.
We saved the last piece for you.

- It's your puzzle.
You should have the honours.

- Oh.
- Yeah! It's beautiful.
- Bravo.

- Why is Mrs. Stewart coming?

- Whoa.

- Tess. What can we do for you?

- Yeah, I, uh,
I wanted to drop something off.

For the orphanage.

Want to give me a hand here,
boy?

- Yeah. Here.
- It's, um...

it's old... but it still works.

Kind of like me.

- Another bike!

- Yeah, well, I didn't think
one bike was enough
for all of ya, so...

Oh!

Alright,
now that's enough of that.

- Can we try it out?
- Yeah, sure.

- Me first!
- I already called it.

- I'm the one that's got it.
You gotta chase me.

- Thank you.

- Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

- Whew.
- Uh, Tess,

this is my friend,
Abigail Stanton
from Hope Valley.

- Hello.
- Hope Valley.

Me and my husband had some
dealings here back
when it was called Coal Valley.

- How so?

- Some fellow convinced him
to invest in a mining operation.

Yeah,
I tried to talk him out of it,
but, uh...

anyhoo, we lost a bundle.

- You're talking
about Henry Gowen.

- Yeah.

Yeah, that's him.

- Thank you, Tess.

- My article won't be complete
unless I interview
the person in charge.

- How's it been going?
- Great.

- Uh, enjoying the food
and beverage stands?
- I am, I am.

- What do you think of the town?

- It's quaint.
But it's no Paris or Rome.

- It's not trying to be.
But you sense
the small-town charm, don't you?

- Wait. I'm the writer
and you're the one asking
all the questions?

- Sorry. Uh, ask away.
- How long you been here?

- I think you know the answer
to that.

- I'm looking for quotes
to put in.

- Uh... I arrived the day
after the Great Brookfield Fire.

- Is that what
they're calling it?

- No, but it makes
for a better quote.
- You're a natural.

Did you intend
to stay here this long?

- Not at all.
- What is it about this town?

- The people, they're...

- Oh, dear.
Um, we'll continue this later.

Yeah, that's okay.
Let's just make sure
the children don't see you.

Oh.

Okay, it looks like
you've had an allergic reaction.

- Oh...

- What?
- Cinmon!

- Cinnamon. Oh.

- Oh, look! It... it...

Oh, this is great! I mean--

- Some butterbur extract
should help bring down
the swelling.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Or, uh, or maybe it won't.

- Sam, right?
- That's right.

- Oh. Did you organize
the festival with Maggie?

- I just help out on occasion.

- Are you her assistant?

- Uh, no,
but I do whatever she needs.

I guess I am her assistant.
Have you seen her?

- She's with a patient.

- Well, if she asks,
tell her I have
the caroller schedule.

Oh.

- It could've been
the Cannelle Custard Tart.

- I know it was.

- How can you be so sure?

- Um, "cannelle" is French
for cinnamon.

- Oh.

Not knowing that language
could've killed me.

- I think you'll survive.
- You wouldn't have made
that mistake.

- Well,
I spent six months in Paris
and three in Marseille.

- Where haven't you been?
- Lots of places.

Anyway, I'm pulling you
from Santa duty.

- Oh, no! Look, look.
I-I can still do it.

Ho-ho-ho!

- Joe? Santa is supposed
to bring joy to children,

not... frighten them.

Go home and get better.

- Ho-ho-ho.

- Lillian,
I know we've been stuck
in the same place.

Stuck? Stu...

Come on, Kinslow,
that's the best you can do?

This is going to go great.

- Lillian.
- Hi.

- I got you a little something
for Christmas.

- Oh, thank you.
I got you a little something,
too.

- Oh, thank you.
I wasn't expecting...

Um, listen, I was hoping
we could have a moment alone
to talk.

- Uh, Gabriel,
Joe can't be Santa.
Can you step in for him?

- Oh, I-I'd love to,
but I have to be on duty.

- Uh, totally understandable.
I will find someone else.

- Anyway, like I was saying--
- I thought you said we could
have hot chocolate.

- Yeah!
- We will.
- Hot chocolate!

- Never mind.
Uh, we'll talk later.

- Okay.
- Bye!
- Hot chocolate!

- Okay, let's go get
some hot chocolate.
- Let's go!

Oh.

This tree is so beautiful.

- Being here has got me thinking
of me and my sister.

I don't know what would've
happened without you.

- Oh, Cody. Nothing has made me
happier than being your mom.

- You mean it?

- With all my heart.

- One cider, please, sir. Ahem.

Thank you.
Ah!

- You can tell me.
- Uh, tell you what?

- What time you're coming
tonight.

- Uh, coming where?

- To the orphanage.

- But I-I-I'm not going
to the orphanage tonight.

- Why not?

- Why... would I?

- Fine, then! Don't come!
I don't care!

- Violet, what's wrong? Violet!

- Hmm. Kids.

- Violet, hey, hey, hey.
What's wrong?

- I must've been bad.

- What happened?
- Santa's not coming.

- That's not true.
No, no, of course he is.

- I just talked to him.

- You talked to who?
- Santa.

Mr. Stewart. They're the same.

- Why... why do you say that?
- I saw him with his reindeers
and his wagon full of presents!

- Okay.

Mr. Stewart isn't Santa--

- Yes, he is!
- Okay.

Let's say for a second
that you're right--

- Which I am.
- Okay.

If Santa wants to disguise
himself as a hotel owner,

do you think he'd want
the whole world to know?

- But I wouldn't tell anyone.

- Are you sure?

- Guess I already did.

- See? Even if Mr. Stewart
is Santa,

he'd have to make you believe
that he wasn't.

Santa's coming. I promise.

- I need you to be Santa.

- Right.

- Uh, yes, really.
Joe's out of action.

- Well, isn't there anyone else
who can do it?

- Believe me, I have tried.
I cannot find Sam,
or I'd ask him.

- It's... just that Christmas
and children, they...

don't go well together.

- I beg your pardon?

- Uh, they turn into
these greedy little things.

You know, "I want this,
I want that."

It's unbecoming.

Fine! I'll do it.

- Are you okay, Violet?

- She is now. Right? Yeah.
Alright, let's go back
and enjoy the festival.

Santa's scheduled to be here
any minute.

- Do you think it's true,
what Roy said?

- What did Roy say?
- That wishing for something
don't make it happen.

- Well, I wished to find
my sister and I found her.

I wished to start an orphanage
and here we are. So...

- Maybe some wishes are just
more important than others.
- Or more worthy.

- So if I want a wish
to come true,
it has to be really important?

- Maybe.

- I'm telling you, the speed
will make your heart pound.

Oh, did I mention it's red?
- Uh, you did.
- Yeah.

And the feel of the road
beneath your... Wow.
There's nothing like it.

- Alright, all done.

- Well. Oh, hey, I, uh,
I look good.

Oh, listen, can we make sure
the kids keep moving along
quickly?

'Cause otherwise,
they're gonna go on and on
and on about what they want.

Good. Ah.

Ho-ho!
Next.

- Is everything okay?
- We're fine. Yeah.

- Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!

Merry Christmas, everybody!

Now, remember,

Santa doesn't have a lot of time
today, so let's keep her short
and moving quick.

Also, no sticky hands
or fingers.

- Who's ready to talk to Santa?!

Lovely. One after the other.

- Ho-ho!
- Roy, come on.

- Save my spot.
- Where are you going?

Talk to Santa.

- I don't want to.
- Tell him that you wish
for a pony.

- I told you--
- If your wish is worthy,
it can come true.

- Do what you want,
but I don't believe it.

- Come on! Violet!

Hurry!

- Come on.

Ahem-hem-hem!
- You're next, sweetheart.

- Chop-chop. Ahem-hem.
Here we are.

Alrighty. And, uh,

what would you like Santa
to bring you for Christmas,
young lady?

- I would like you
to get my friend Roy a pony.

- Oh, wh-wh-what about for you?

- That's all I wish for.

- Really? Heh. Interesting.

Uh, next?

And, uh, how about you,
young lady?

- Forget the Raggedy Ann doll.
Please get Roy a pony.

- Uh, Roy...

Hello, young man.
And what would you like
for Christmas?

- Roy needs a pony.
- Roy needs a... Okay.

- A pony for Roy.
- Who is this Roy?

Ah.

- A pony for Roy.
- Of... of course. Right.

- Last one, Santa.

- A pony for Roy.
- Oh, that's it.
Okay, we're done.

Oh, yeah, right.

Ah...

- Oh.
- Oh, dear.
- Yeah.

Ronnie, you okay?

- Guess I've seen it all.
- What do you mean?

- Every kid out there...

every kid out there told me
exactly what they wanted
for themselves.

Every kid except the kids
in your orphanage.

They all said
what they wanted for Roy.

I-I don't get it.

Your kids have suffered more
than anyone and...

their Christmas wish
is for someone else?

- You're doing a great job,
Ronnie.

- Oh.

- Children.
- I'll leave you to it.
- Come here.

Oh, my goodness.

- Was our wish worthy?
- It was.
- Very worthy.

- But remember,
it took me years to find Grace
and start my orphanage. Yeah?

- Well, who would like a cookie?
My treat.

- Me!
- Ooh!

- You're in charge.

- Alright. Sure.
Let's go, guys.

- So proud of you.

- Can we talk?
- Uh...

- It's okay, Lillian.
I'll wait for the children.
- Alright.

What is it?

- I want you to know that...

...I really value
our friendship.

- So do I.

- Spending time with you
and the kids, it's always
the highlight of my day.

But as a Mountie,
my job is to uphold the truth.

The truth is...

I have other feelings for you.

Feelings that...

possibly go beyond...

- Actions speak louder
than words.

- No kidding.

- You're up. Where's Lillian?

- Oh, um--
- Oh, I'm right here.

- Well, well.
- Oh, pardon me.
Abigail, Cody, will you join us?

- We would love to.

- Oh, let's Joy to the World.
- Okay.

Merry Christmas!
Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!

- The stagecoach
is leaving soon.

- I'm not going to be on it,
Paul.

- I know.

I used to be a beat reporter
before I was a travel writer.

I can see the headline.
- And what is it?

- Maggie Parsons is invigorated
by Brookfield.

- You know...
places used to fill me
with wonder.

Now people do.

- And one person in particular.

- Ah, well, there you're wrong.

There's no one person in my life
right now.

- Maybe you don't
even realize it.

Picture's worth
a thousand words.

Merry Christmas, Maggie.

- Merry Christmas, Paul.

- You don't have the money?
- Well, I-I did.

- Well, what happened?
- I-I used it for, uh...

...something else.

- What could be more important
than this little beauty?

- Well... you'd be surprised.

- Here.

- I thought you said
the $20 was non-refundable.
- Merry Christmas.

- Ho-ho-ho.

- Go, go, go.
- Did Santa come?

- of course!

- Make room for Miss Lillian!

- Okay.
- Roy, come on.

- Now, you have all been so good
this year,

but I think even Santa
has a budget sometimes.

- What was that?

- I knew it!

- Come on.

- See, Roy? Wishes do come true.

- Oh, Ronnie, it was just a car.

- It was not just a car.
It was a speedster.

- What, there's a difference?
- Yeah.

- Oh.
- Mrs. Stewart.

A telegram came for you.

- Thank you.

- Tess?

Tess, what is it?

- Um...

- "Merry Christmas, Mom.
I love you.

And thanks for being
the best mama bear
a boy could ever wish for."

- He remembers.

- Merry Christmas, mama bear.

- Merry Christmas, Ronnie.

- Honey? You gotta see this!