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Don't go James, my father
will change his mind.

Wilma, your father is a Marquis.

He will never permit
you to marry carpenter.

I need to make my fortune,

and you know I must
leave Sussex to do so.

Take this.

It was a gift to Queen Elizabeth
from her one true love,

Sir Robert Dudley.

She never took it off. Not
until the day she died.

Wilma, I couldn't.

I have nothing to
give you in return.

And considered this locket
a symbol of our love,

torn apart for one day
to be made whole again.

I will prove myself
worthy of you.

I swear it.

I've been looking at ways
to expand the business,

and I'm afraid we're years away.
We just don't have the money.

Think I found a solution
to that problem.

Liverpool to Boston, May 1822.

Passenger Jacob Jameson.
Occupation, carpenter.

Now look at this.

Jacob Jameson became
well-known in Boston

for his high quality
handmade furniture.

Oh, I've never heard of him.
Are his pieces valuable?

Not particularly. Keep reading.

You know, you
could just tell me.

Where's the fun in that?

He then bought a parcel
of land in Massachusetts

and founded the
town of Wilmaton,

where he married and
lived out his days.

Oh, you're not saying.

Jacob Jameson is James Jacobs.

It all fits.

Jacob Jameson, a carpenter,
left England in 1822

and founded a town
called Wilmaton.

One is a coincidence,
but altogether...

That's a decent theory.

Do you think the missing
half of the true love locket

is in Wilmaton, Massachusetts?

Maybe, but their records
aren't digitized,

and no one's answering my calls.

I wish your mother
were here right now.

I know.

Reuniting the true love locket
was all she ever talked about.

She carried this everywhere.
Years of research.

I wish I could tell
her what I found.

You know, if she was here,
she'd be halfway to the airport.

Without letting you
finish your sentence.

You already booked your flight.

Okay, yes, but don't tell
anyone where I've gone.

You know what will
happen if word gets out.

Cute little Wilmaton will be
overrun by treasure hunters.

Mum's the word, literally.

And think about whether
we should expand

to Paris or Amsterdam.

Amelia, if you find the missing
half of Queen Elizabeth I's

true love locket, you
won't have to choose.

All your dreams will come true.

Hi.

It looked like you
can use a hand.

No, thank you.

Roadside assistance
is on the way.

Oh. You're sure I can't help?

- No, really, I'll wait.
- Okay.

Jack. Your roadside
assistance today?

That I am.

And you must be Amelia.

Yes.

There was a funny sound coming
from underneath the car.

Let's have a look see.

Yeah, yeah.

I think the axle's broken.

I'll have to tow
the car into town.

It'll take a while
to get it hitched up.

Well, I can give the
lady a ride in the town.

I don't get into
cars with strangers.

Well, I'm Marcus, you're Amelia.

Now we aren't strangers.

Is that how it works
in small American towns

or just in horror movies?

You're right with this one.

He's well-known
around these parts.

It isn't that far
to River house B&B.

How did you know
that's where I'm going?

Well, I knew a guest from
England was arriving today,

and I don't need to be Sherlock
Holmes to deduce that's you.

Just how small is this town?

Very.

Thanks for the lift, but I
think I could have walked.

That would have been
very unneighborly of me.

Can I at least give you
some money for petrol?

Absolutely not.

And we call it gas around here.

Thanks, that's very kind of you.

No one in London would
look out for a stranger.

I thought we stopped being
strangers about a half hour ago.

I suppose we did.

My first acquaintance
in Wilmaton.

Acquaintance? Ouch.

We can hardly be friends.
Surnames are required for that.

Is that how y'all play
it across the pond?

As I'll have you know,

sharing last names is
a big step around here.

Excuse me. That's work.

You know what? Head on in.

Francine's expecting you.

And uh... welcome to
Wilmaton, Miss Scott.

Thank you.

Hello, I'm Francine.

Hi Amelia. Lovely to meet you.

Amelia. Come on in.

Thank you.

You're the only guest right now.

Most people prefer
the new chain hotel.

Ten minutes up the freeway.

This place is so beautiful.

Thank you.

Look at those hand-carved
flowers on the stairwell.

A bit crooked, but
I love them, too.

How old is the house?

Hannah? How old is the house?

It was built in 1824 by our
town founder, Jacob Jameson.

He also built the
Founders' House,

where The Mayor lives
and the Town Hall.

You are going to ace
that quiz tomorrow.

Amelia, this is
Hannah, my daughter.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Are you a budding historian?

Well, I want to be an officer
of the law when I grow up.

Right.

Well, I'll make sure to mind
my P's and Q's around you.

What are P's and Q's?

I have absolutely no idea.

Why did Jacob Jameson
name the town Wilmaton

after his true love?

His wife's name was
Jane, so I sure hope not.

Let me show you to your room.

Right. Thank you.

I hope this is all right.

It's lovely.

You're welcome to
join us. For dinner?

Oh, thanks, but I'm
a bit jet-lagged.

I think I'll settle
in for the night.

I'll leave a sandwich outside
the door in case you get hungry.

And breakfast will be
complimentary at the diner

down the street.

And there's a map
of the town here.

Sounds perfect. Thank you.

Of course.

Good morning,
friend from England.

Morning. You work here, too?

I like to bake. Fresh Danish?

Oh, yes, please.

Thank you.

Your car won't be
fixed for a few days.

Still waiting on parts.

I spoke with the rental
company this morning.

At least I'll be
getting a full refund.

Good.

And don't fret.

You can walk the length
of town in 20 minutes,

and I got a taxi
service in a pinch.

Mechanic, baker, taxi
driver. Anything else?

Amelia, come meet the
Wilmaton Tourism Board.

Also the Historical Society,
bowling team, yoga club,

depending on the day.

This is Kim, this is Julie.

This is Nancy, and Claudia
here is the librarian.

Hi. Lovely to meet you.

I'll be visiting the
library later today.

Oh, the library is
only open on Saturdays.

Funding cuts.

Oh, that's a shame.

I was hoping to research
the town's history.

No one cares about our town.

Why would you come here
instead of anywhere else?

Well, I'm an antique stealer,

here to verify the
provenance of an item,

and my search brought me here.

And what's the item?

I can't say, I'm
afraid. Confidentiality.

That sounds exciting.

No one's interested
in our old junk.

You'll be surprised what
old junk can be worth.

This, for example.

It's a crystal sugar sifter
with a silver lid. One moment.

It's hallmarked 1832. Sheffield.

English silver. Quite valuable.

I'm surprised to find it here,

especially being
used so casually.

There's things like
this all over town.

Well, if you have
things like this,

you should get them appraised.

I have an old jewelry from
my grandmother I never wear.

Jewelry is my speciality.

I could meet you here
tomorrow morning.

Can I bring something, too?

Absolutely.

If you can point me in the
direction of the town archives.

Sure.

Great.

Hey, everybody.

Good morning, Amelia.

Good morning, Marcus.

Oh, nice duds.

Thanks, Jack.

So, off to court just got to
stop by the office real quick.

Oh, then you can show
Amelia to the archives.

It's on your way, right?

Mmhmm.

It's straight out of a film.

Maybe a few more
empty storefronts,

but still a picturesque
American town.

It's changed a lot.

When I was a kid, every
weekend was some kind of event,

and the streets were full
of day trippers from Boston.

What happened?

People just forgot
about this place.

Jobs dried up. Usual
story, I guess.

Francine and I are working

to bring this place
back to life somehow.

You and Francine?

Mm. I co-own the B&B.

She's my youngest sister.
Hannah's my niece.

Oh, how nice.

What about your boyfriend?

He's all right with you
jetting off solo to America?

He would be, or he
wouldn't be my boyfriend.

My only partner is
my business partner.

Oh. What's this?

An antique shop?

Yeah, it's been
closed for years.

Oh, that's a shame.

It's a perfect spot
for an antique shop.

I've already seen a few pieces
I could sell in a heartbeat.

Are you an antiques dealer?

Yes. I own my own
shop in London.

Are you here on
official business?

So uh, this is the main square.

Yep. Yep. That's the
Town Hall right there.

It's home to The Mayor's
office and the library.

And the Sheriff's office
is right over there.

Sheriff. Like the wild west.

Will I be meeting John Wayne?

Is that your type? The
all American cowboy?

Wrong part of the
country for that.

What part of the
country is this?

It's more the rabble-rousing,
revolutionary type.

And that's you.

I suppose I should
hide my tea then.

Well, wasn't it here your
countrymen threw all the tea

in the sea?

Boston? Yeah, yeah. Kicked
off the whole revolution.

Hm. Such a waste.

No wonder the English
were so upset.

The archives are just in there.
Just ask at The Mayor's office.

- Thank you.
- Mhmm.

What are you hoping to find?

I'm trying to prove the
provenance of an item,

and my search led me here.

Hmm. Must be something special.

Nothing worth starting
a revolution for.

Maybe I'll see you around.

It'll be impossible not to.

Hello?

You scared me half to death.

Sorry about that.

I'd like to access your
town archives, please.

Bob, you have a visitor.

I'm just on the phone.

Have a seat. He'll be a minute.

Thank you.

Have you worked
for the Mayor long?

I don't work here.

I'm just helping Bob plan
the town's birthday party.

Mayor Truman. I'm
his girlfriend.

And no, I run my
own business online.

I sell second-hand goods.

Antiques. Are you a dealer?

Oh, no. I uh... maybe.

I sell old things.
So, I suppose.

If you need someone to
have a look at your stock.

Oh, you own your own
shop? Impressive.

Mayor's special order.
Sorry it took so long.

Hi, Jack.

He's always grumpy
on an empty stomach.

Can you please put
the food over there?

Jack does not count
as a visitor, Poppy.

Hi. That would be me.

Hello. Mayor Bob Truman.
How can I help you?

I am Amelia Scott, an antique
dealer based in London,

and I've come all this
way to see your archives.

Oh, I'm sorry. The
archives are closed.

There's no one to take
care of them. Budget cuts.

Bye Bob.

Yeah, later, Jack.

That explains why your
collection isn't digitized.

It is on the list.

But you can imagine how long
that list is these days.

Perhaps I can help. I am
trained in conservation.

I'd be happy to organize and
preserve the more fragile pieces

in exchange for access.

Poppy, look at this.

Yes, what is it?

The calligrapher has spelled
Wilmaton with two I's

in every invitation.

Oh, no. This is a disaster.

So, the archives.

Yeah, maybe next
week. I'm sorry.

We are just so busy

with the town's 200th
anniversary Founders' Ball.

You should come.

Everyone will be dressed
in period costumes.

It's this Friday and we
have plenty of tickets left.

Yes, too many.

Don't start.

You're the one who's
supposed to have

all the friends in high places.

Who you were supposed to call.

I called them.

Oh, really? When
did you call them?

Last week.

And I told you, they
need a month head start.

How am I supposed to know that?

These people need a lot of time.

I didn't have the list.
You never gave it to me.

I gave it to you,
like, a month ago.

Oh, dear.

Well, that's not the face of
a successful treasure hunter.

You're right. Maybe
this was a mistake.

Well, you can't be
saying that already.

I need to get into
those archives,

or this is all for nothing.

I just wish mum was here.
She'd know exactly what to do.

True.

Not sure I'd
recommend it, though.

Amelia?!!

Hello.

Don't I get a phone call?

I thought you were a barrister.

A solicitor?

A lawyer?

I know what a barrister
and a solicitor are.

I just don't know why
you thought I was either.

You were off to court
when I saw you last.

Yes, but as the investigating
officer giving testimony

on a robbery case.

So you're a Detective

I'm the Sheriff.

You don't even
have a cowboy hat.

I don't ride a horse either.

I only have one deputy.
So we both do everything.

Like throwing innocent
tourists into your jail?

I caught you breaking
and entering.

I had to leave you
somewhere while I dealt with

the alarm company.

Great. Well, I thank you
for your hospitality,

but I'd much prefer
sleeping without bars.

So if you don't mind,
I'm just going to be.

Nice try. Have a seat.

You still owe me an explanation.

Why were you breaking
into the Town Hall?

It's silly, really.

I just wanted a quick
peek at the archives.

The mayor refused and
I was curious why.

So you decided to break the
law in a foreign country.

Try again.

I'm trying to prove the
provenance of an item,

and I expect the answer to
be in the town archives.

What's the item again? I
don't think you told me.

I can't. Client
confidentiality, you understand.

I can't force you to
tell me the truth,

but I can write you a ticket for
trespassing on city property,

payable within 14 days.

And, Miss Scott?

Yes?

I know you'll be watching me.

It's a small town.
Everybody's watching you.

Everything all right?
You seem upset.

I just did something
dumb, and I was...

Well, it doesn't matter.

I found out your brother
is the town Sheriff.

Ooh. He takes that
seriously, too.

He was a detective
in Boston, you know.

I assumed you both grew up here.

Yeah, we did.

I stayed. Marcus didn't.

He left for college and fell
in love with the big city.

Why did he come back?

For me. My husband
passed away. Cancer.

I'm so sorry.

It was a few years
ago, but thank you.

Hannah was only a little girl,
and her parents are in Florida.

So Marcus took a
leave from Boston PD

and came back to help me...
help us through the worst of it.

So when the Sheriff
position came up,

he said it only made sense.

What a great brother.

Yeah.

Sometimes I wonder if he regrets

giving up so much
for us, you know.

But I'm so grateful he's here.

I'm sorry to rattle
on. You look beat.

Oh, no, you weren't.
It's just jet-lag.

I should get some sleep.

The map's missing.

Oh, the map of Wilmaton. I
can just print you another.

No, this one had my notes on it.

All right, you're looking
for that provenance.

I hope someone didn't take it.

Or maybe fell out of your
bag. Where have you been?

The diner, The Mayor's
office, the Sheriff.

Here it is. It's at
the bottom of my bag.

That's a relief.

Odd.

It was inside my journal,
and I clasped it shut.

How did it fall out?

You found it. No harm done.

Amelia. Good morning.

Where would you like to start?

Start?

Appraising the
antiques... you offered.

That's right. Yes, I did.

To the four people
that were here.

Oh, I guess word got out.

Jack O'Shea.

Wait. Not the same
Jack who does...?

All at your service.

So, who's got the
most valuable stuff?

And can I get a direct quote
for next week's edition?

Well...

Never mind him.

It's a big deal to have anyone
from outside take an interest

in our little town, but this
is a bit much, isn't it?

Uh, not at all.

I think that's a
real J and G Meakin.

This is a beautiful example
of black forest carvings

from Germany.

Is that a genuine
revolutionary uniform?

You tell me.

Hi.

Amelia. My grandmother's
jewelry, as promised.

Wonderful.

Did this chain once
have a locket with it?

Not in my lifetime.

If you insist on
packing this away,

which I think would be a real
shame, use acid free paper,

no plastic.

All right.

Thank you.

It's been ages since
I've appraised like that.

Isn't that what dealers do?

Yes, but my partner handles
most of the appraisals.

I'm more in the
acquisition side of things.

Mm.

Thank you.

So, you shop for a living?
That sounds like fun.

Can be.

Lots of sales are
done online now,

but collectors do still like
to see a thing in person.

Come to think of it, if your
tourism board is looking

for a way to bring people
here, that could be it.

I am listening.

You could easily turn this town
into an antique lover's dream.

You could host a fair to start.

Too bad the 200th
anniversary is so soon.

That would be the perfect time.

Especially with the
Founders Ball coming up.

Hm?

We can hold it the day
after, keep people in town.

Right.

The mayor did say they were
having trouble selling tickets,

and something like
this could help.

You know what, Francine?
This might be a great idea.

How good are you at organizing?

I'm a mom. It's all I do.

Then we need vendors.

The locals will do our loop
in Boston's antique scene

and advertising everywhere.

On it. This is so exciting.

We'll hold it in
the community hall.

Oh, but we'll need a permit
from The Mayor's office.

Let me handle that.

Woah! Woah! Where's the fire?

Oh, I was actually hoping
to catch The Mayor.

Well.

Oh, Mayor Truman.

Ah, Miss Scott. I am on
my way out for the day.

Come back tomorrow.

Right. Um, well, I thought you
would want to know right away.

I've contacted several
of my colleagues

in the antiques field in Boston,
all of whom are thrilled to hear

about Wilmaton's 200th
anniversary Founders' Ball.

Really? And they
didn't know already?

You're supposed to be inviting
all the Boston bigwigs.

I did. They didn't RSVP.

I may not get you
the politicians,

but one word from me and
all your unsold tickets

will be snapped up by
the antiques elite.

What's the catch?

Two things.

Firstly, Francine will be
organizing an antiques fair

this Saturday.
She'll need permits.

Done.

And the second thing?

I'd like to see your
archives, please.

And now would be wonderful.

Mr. Mayor, I must interject
Miss Scott attempted

to gain entry into the
archives last night.

I admire your
tenacity, Ms. Scott.

We can give you a few minutes.

But, Bob, we have reservations.

We do?

Well, how about tomorrow?

Tomorrow?

Great. Well done.

Right. Yes.

How's 09:00AM sound?

What business is it of yours?

I'll be accompanying you.

Great. So, 9:00AM all settled.

Wonderful.

Thank you.

I hardly need a
lawman babysitter.

I'm a professional.

That's as yet to be determined.

Shall we?

So how long is
this going to take?

Not long, I hope.

Apparently, I already
know where to look.

What are you looking for?

The earliest documents
from the town's founding.

Ideally a census,
any land holdings.

Anything related to
the founding family.

All right, so you're looking
for a box from the 1820s.

It should be somewhere here.

How did this happen?
Where are the documents?

I'd love to know that.

When was the last time
anyone was in here?

Oh, Marcus, I have no idea.

My assistant retired,

and there's been no
money to replace her.

Well, there's no
signs of forced entry.

Nothing else seems
to be missing,

so that just leaves us
with one big coincidence.

Well, seems like
you have a theory.

I will leave this investigation
in your capable hands.

Let's take this one more time.

Let's not.

Not only have I told you
everything that happened

this morning, but you
were there to witness it.

Had I said anything
untrue, you would know.

I'm leaving.

You'll leave when I
say you can leave.

When did I become a suspect?
You were with me the whole time.

I have no idea how long you
were in there the first time.

Now, from the beginning, please.

No, I had no idea the
documents would be missing.

And no, I didn't set
up anyone else in town

to steal them for me.

But, yes, I would like
to know where they are,

as much as you would.

Okay. If you're as
innocent as you claim,

you'll have no objection
to me searching your room

at Francine's.

You can't be serious.

Do you have anything to hide?

Absolutely nothing at all.

Hm.

Why is Uncle Marcus
in your room?

An excellent question,
Hannah. Feel free to ask him.

Your uncle is a
very thorough man.

He's just doing his job

with a little more
gusto than necessary.

What's gusto?

Enthusiasm.

I'd choose a less polite synonym
if it weren't for the company.

Is your search going that badly?

Without the archives, I don't
know where to look next.

You know, if there's anyone
who knows this town's history.

It's Enid.

She is the last descendant of
the town's founder, after all.

Jacob Jameson.

Yep. In fact, this was
her childhood home.

We bought it when she moved
to the retirement community

just outside of town.

I didn't find anything.

Lucky for you.

It's not luck. It's innocence.

In fact, I might go
and fetch a jumper.

Unsupervised, ideally.

Hm.

What's a jumper? Like a frog?

No, I think you'd
call it a sweater.

I don't know where
jumper came from.

Well, maybe you jump into it.

That sounds fun.

Do you want to help me choose
which one to jump into?

Come on.

What is going on with you?

I caught your guest breaking
into the town archives,

and now the archives
are missing.

Okay. That's bad.

But she didn't take
them. That's obvious.

She's way too
stressed out about it.

Stress is a classic
symptom of guilt, Francine,

she's not telling us the truth
about why she's really here.

Marcus, that's none
of our business.

See, that's where you
and I disagree, okay?

She's hiding something, and
I'm going to find out what.

All right, since
you're so determined

she wants to see Enid, why don't
you offer to take her... nicely?

She can use a friend I think.

It's not a terrible idea.

At least you didn't make a mess.

I suppose I can
thank you for that.

I heard you'd like
to go see Enid.

I haven't seen her for a while.
Why don't I drive you out there?

Thank you, but no.

Consider this my apology
for searching your room.

Does that mean I'm no longer a
suspect in the missing archives?

For the moment.

It is a really long walk.

Thanks for the lift, Sheriff.

My name is still Marcus.

Isn't that what people
call you? Like doctor?

And here I thought
we were friends.

Friends don't search
friends' rooms.

But Sheriffs do.

My point exactly.

Interesting logic. Is that
just an English thing?

More like my way of saying,

I understand you were
just doing your job.

Thank you.

Enid.

Enid.

Marcus.

You must need me on
official Sheriff's business.

Yes, very official.

Oh, drat.

How I hate to miss
meditation class,

but seems I don't
have a choice, sorry.

As you were.

Archives missing?
Well, that's a shame.

Could the previous mayor's
assistant have taken them?

Maribel retired a
few years ago now.

After 50 years of
service to six mayors.

She moved to Florida the
next day, so I doubt it.

My mother started
the town archives.

All our family papers were
put there for safekeeping

and to preserve the
historical record.

Can you recall if
there was maybe a will

or possibly any
insurance paperwork?

Anything Jacob Jameson
left for his descendants?

I honestly don't know.

My mother was the
real history buff.

I don't suppose you
kept anything yourself?

No papers. Oh,
there is something.

This was embroidered by my
ancestor, Jacob's wife, Jane,

and it's handed down
through the generations.

What is it?

It's the sewing sampler.

Young ladies used to practice
their embroidery skills

on disposable bits of fabric.

But this is unusual
for several reasons.

Which are?

A married woman would have
already known how to sew,

which you can clearly
see in the workmanship.

And it's a poem rather than the
usual Alphabet or Bible verse.

Do you know anything
else about it?

No. And nothing
about Jane, either.

I tried to do one of those
online ancestry searches

for her, but Jane Shaw was
a common name at the time,

so I gave up pretty quick.

Well, you've kept it in
remarkable condition.

It's been in a drawer for years.

My mother always said it
was our family legacy,

and she made me promise
to keep it safe.

Like her mother
made her promise.

What makes it so special?

Well, maybe because

it's the only thing of
Jane's that survived.

No other heirlooms?

No jewelry, for example,
of Jacob's, maybe?

No. At least not that
was passed down to me.

Come in.

Hello, Poppy.

Hello.

Do you know Amelia? She's
visiting us from England.

Yes, we've met.

Hello.

- Hi, Sheriff.
- Hello.

How are the preparations
going? Any more mishaps?

No, thank goodness.

I spent all day yesterday
at the printers.

They spelled Wilmaton
with two I's.

That's why the invitations
are a bit late.

Thanks, Poppy.

Very nice.

I'll see you Friday.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

Oh, you know, Jacob made
all his own furniture.

And there's a whole lot
of it at the river house.

Maybe there's something
in an old drawer

or something somewhere.

I'm um... I'm sorry I've been
giving you such a hard time.

You take your job
seriously. I admire that.

You're just doing
yours at any cost.

I admire that, too.

What are you doing?

Sometimes old furniture like
this has hidden compartments.

People always needed places
to hide their secrets.

Oh, like secret jewelry?

You went through my bag.

You read my mother's journal.

I didn't do either
of those things.

Then why do you think
I'm looking for jewelry?

Because you asked Enid if
she'd ever inherited any.

Right? Yes.

Sorry. I shouldn't
have accused you.

Yeah.

I'm a bit under pressure.

Right.

To prove the provenance of
whatever it is for your client.

Except you aren't
looking for provenance,

you're looking for the
item itself. Right?

Why are you so interested?

Just trying to keep you from
getting in trouble again.

How altruistic of you.

Oh, no, it's completely selfish.

I just don't want
to do the paperwork.

A solid argument.

And I wish I could, but...

I know you don't trust me yet.

Oh, wait. No, it's
not that. I just...

Client confidentiality.
I get it.

What's this painting?

Oh, this is smoke damage.

Oh, yeah, that was
in the nursery.

There was a fire there,
like a hundred years ago.

Frame would place it
earlier than that.

I'd like to have this
painting restored.

I'll pay for it.

Well, if it's urgent.
I know a guy in Boston.

He owes me a favor.

You know a guy?

Mm.

Well, um... no offense, but
this is an antique work of art.

It needs an expert.

Well, he's definitely an expert.

I'll take this to Boston
first thing in the morning.

Great. I'll come with you.

You think I can't manage
an old painting by myself?

No. But maybe I'd just like
to meet the kind of person

who owes you favors. And
I've never been to Boston.

Well, if you insist.

I do. It's a date.

But why aren't you
taking the motorway?

Oh, yeah, this is a shortcut.

Of course. You used
to live in Boston?

Wait. How did you...

Francine?

Boston was great.
But also lonely.

When I got back to Wilmaton, I
realized how much I missed it.

Still, I'm sure there are things
about Boston that you miss.

Oh, for sure. The
cannoli for one.

So, you uh, you
grew up in London?

No, Sussex. My father
died when I was young

and Mum wanted a fresh
start, so we moved to London.

She opened her shop.

I've lived there ever since.

How'd you like
working with family?

It was great, actually.

I don't know that I
appreciated it fully.

But I do miss her.

I'm so sorry. I
didn't realize that.

No, it's okay.

I'm just grateful that I
had the time to say goodbye.

And even more grateful that I
can finish what she started.

Finish? Are you
closing your shop?

Oh, no, certainly not.
It's just a turn of phrase.

You okay.

I just keep having this feeling
that someone's watching me.

Keep? As in not the first time.

All right, I'll check it out.

Oh, no. No, I'm sure
it's nothing. Let's go.

That works...

Here we are.

Luis Alvarez.

- He's the guy, you know.
- Mmhmm.

He's a legend.

Maybe you can trust me now.

Detective Forrest. Long time.

I'm a Sheriff these days.

Oh, right. Wilmaton, isn't it?

Mmhmm.

I heard something

about a Founder's Ball
there this Friday.

That's suddenly
the hottest ticket.

They say Wilmaton used to
be quite the antique scene.

But that was before my time.

Mine too.

- And who is this?
- Oh, this is...

I'm Amelia Scott.
Scott Antiquities.

It's such a pleasure
to meet you.

Likewise.

Are you Margaret's daughter?

You knew my mother?

We never met in person, but
we corresponded frequently.

Usually about a certain
very special item.

And am I right in assuming

that's why the two
of you are here?

Actually, we came to have
this painting restored.

Oh okay.

That is some
serious smoke damage.

Ah.

I can still make
out a signature.

I think this might be by
a local portrait artist

who was active in
the early 1800's.

That's what I'd hoped you'd
say. Can you clean it?

It'll take a few days, but yes.

Do you think you
could do a quick job

of just this area today?

I could.

It won't be fully clean,

but enough to give
you a clearer image.

That's all I'm asking.

Okay. Give me two hours.

Okay.

Maybe the Sheriff
here can introduce you

to Boston's world
famous cannoli.

Is that all anyone talks about?

I'll show you why.

Thank you.

World famous Boston cannoli.

- Mm.
- Mmmm...

I wouldn't talk about anything
else either if I lived here.

We haven't even
started on hot dogs.

Next time, I'm going to
take you to Fenway Park.

Next time?

Yeah, next time you
find a valuable antique

in my basement that
needs expert care.

I still can't believe Luis
Alvarez owes you a favor.

You have to tell me that story.

It's not very exciting.

It's back when I was a
detective here in Boston.

A fraud case.

The same painting kept
showing up in different sales.

Only the original was
safe with its owner.

Illegal prints.

Full on forgeries.

Managed to trace the canvases
back to Luis' studio.

Luis was forging paintings?

That's what my captain thought.

But my gut was telling
me something different.

So, on my free time, I
staked out his studio.

A few days later, I busted
one of his employees

trying to make a sale.
Caught him red-handed.

Wow. So, you single-handedly
saved Luis' reputation.

And reputation is everything.

I was only doing my job.

Just when I think
I know who you are,

you surprise me yet again.

I could say the same about you.

I keep telling you my stories,

you're not offering
many in return.

You have to understand,

in my business trust
is hard to come by.

Well, I'm not in your business.

I'm not trying to
get in your way.

That thing you're looking
for must be very important.

- Okay.
- Let's go.

Where's the Sheriff?

Parking the car?

Look.

It's a locket.

The locket.

It's an exact match.

Jacob Jameson really
was James Jacobs.

Who was James Jacobs?
What's this about a locket?

The true love locket.

Made for Queen Elizabeth
I by Sir Robert Dudley,

half of which has been
missing for two centuries.

And this supposedly
famous locket belonged

to Jacob Jameson, the
founder of Wilmaton.

That's what this
painting just proved.

Safe to assume it's
worth some money.

Gold value alone.

Not to mention the
legendary value.

Amelia is about to
be the biggest star

in the antiques world.

What did I say?

Nothing I shouldn't
have said already?

I don't expect
you to understand.

Oh, I understand. You
wanted to find a locket

that was going to make
you rich and famous.

That's not it.

Why'd you keep it a secret? So
no one would beat you to it.

So you could disappear with it
back to your store in London.

No one the wiser.

No, I would never do that.

Never mind the empty
storefronts, the closed library,

the dwindling population.

Never mind that
something so valuable

might actually help turn
Wilmaton's fortunes around.

I wasn't trying...

Everybody here embraced you.

I hate to see their
faces when they learn

how little that meant to you.

Sorry, I didn't think that...

Obviously not.

Good night.

You should be excited. You
proved your mother right.

I know, but I feel terrible.

He completely misunderstood me.

In fairness, you didn't
tell him the whole story.

Well, how could I?

What if someone
found it before me?

I'd lose the chance to
expand the business.

I don't think you had to
worry about the local Sheriff

nicking it before you.
Why don't you apologize?

It's too late for that.

You really like him, don't you?

What was that? Did
your Sheriff text you?

No. It's an email
from Luis Alvarez.

I'll call you later.

Okay. Keep me posted.

Okay. Bye.

Marcus.

No.

Marcus.

I'm glad I caught you.

You didn't.

I was wrong not to tell you
and Francine and Hannah.

But I'm glad you know now,

because I found something
and I need your help.

Is it a police matter?

It would have been at the time.

Lady Wilma Fanshaw
faked her death.

She survived and she came here.

She's Enid's great great
grandmother, Jane Shaw.

Lady Wilma herself.

I think the statute
of limitations

has run out on that one.

Marcus, please hear me out.

I bought us an apology
lunch from Jacks.

I never said no to an
apology or a free lunch?

Come on.

So you're saying
the same Lady Wilma

who inherited the true love
locket from Queen Elizabeth I?

Lady in waiting,
faked her death,

changed her name and
moved here to Wilmaton

to marry Jacob Jameson?

Exactly.

Okay, let's just
say you're right.

How do those facts line
up to support that?

Well, if we look...

Because we know that only
a month before Lady Wilma

was set to marry
the Earl - Duke.

Duke of something, - Mmhmm.

She died in a fire with
only half of her locket

left to identify her body.

Which is highly
suspicious, by the way.

Wait, how do you know that?

I can research lost
valuable antiques, too.

Why do you think that
Lady Wilma is Jane Shaw?

Well, the portrait
we took to Boston

was of Jacob Jameson
and his wife, Jane,

painted in Wilmaton by
a local artist in 1826.

And the woman in the painting
is the spitting image

of Lady Wilma.

She does look a lot like her,
but not exactly conclusive.

Jacob's wife, Jane Shaw, I've
got her on a ship's manifest

from England to Boston
two days after Lady Wilma

supposedly died.

Lady Wilma's middle
name was Jane.

And Shaw is how you
pronounce the end of Fanshaw.

Why in the world would
you pronounce something

spelled Featherstonehaugh.
Fanshaw.

I'm sorry. That's your
takeaway from all of this?

Yeah, kind of.

So I get why it's big
in the antique world,

but why do you have the locket?

My mum bought it years ago. She
sold half her shop to do it.

It was her dream to
find the missing half

and prove the legend was real.

But then she got sick, and
that dream kind of disappeared.

After she died, I just felt
like it was the least I could do

to keep up her search.

Sorry I accused you of
every horrible thing I said.

You're not completely wrong.

I do want to expand
Scott antiquities,

and we just don't
have the funds.

A find like this
could change that.

Publicity wouldn't hurt, either.

You're right.

But more than that, I
want to do it for my mum.

Now I get why this
means so much to you.

Why you didn't want to let
anything get in your way.

Wow.

You weren't kidding
when you said your mom

spent years on this.

This journal is
jammed with research.

Yep. Most of it
leading to dead ends.

Oh, crumbs. I'm sure
I ordered chips.

You did. That's what those are.

Oh, right.

We call these crisps, but
chips are fries here. Yes.

Sorry, I forgot where
I was. I meant...

I just call them potatoes.

You know, you say sorry a lot.

Do I? Sorry. It's
an English thing.

So do you really
believe that the locket

will bring you true love?

Doesn't matter what I believe.

But it does make a nice story
for a lost piece of history

that doesn't want to be found.

You're on a treasure hunt.

I suppose so.

Okay. I'm going to help you.

If only to keep my peaceful
little town from being overrun

by a bunch of Indiana
Jones wannabes.

Like me?

Nobody could be like you.

Is that a compliment
or an insult?

To be determined.

So, where do we start.

Oh, um, well, I think
Lady Wilma left us a clue.

Or should I say Jane,

one that's been passed
down for generations.

The key to the
Jameson family legacy.

- The sampler.
- Mmhmm.

Let's take these crisps to go.

How did you get here so fast?

What happened?

I don't know.

I came back from water aerobics
and found my room like this.

Did they steal anything?

I... I don't think so.

All of-all of my
jewelry is here,

and they even left the
cash on my nightstand.

Then what were they looking for?

Where's the sampler?

It's gone!

What is this?

You need a proper cuppa
after a shock like that,

and the Americans
just don't know how.

Thank you, my dear.

Hmm.

I can't believe I knew
nothing about this locket.

Though if I went to that much
trouble to change my identity,

I'd probably hide my past, too.

Lady Wilma did jilt an English
Duke by faking her death.

The scandal would have
ruined her family,

and she wouldn't
have wanted that,

nor to be forced back home
if she was discovered.

Or maybe they
destroyed the locket.

Items carry sentiment.

They hid their pasts. And
I think the locket, too.

Maybe hoping a future
generation would learn the truth

of their love story.

You don't think...

That a family legacy.

Yes, I do.

The clue is in that sampler,

and whoever stole
it knows that, too.

Hm.

Deputy Grace, can you
start taking statements

from the staff,
please? Thank you.

Did you find anything?

No.

Security cameras show no
unusual activity during the time

that Enid was at aerobics.

They just walked in.
I never lock the door.

No one here does.

What about the note?

Send it off to
Boston for analysis.

Can hope for a fingerprint.

But they'll probably
belong to me.

Well, it had to be someone
with access to this building.

That leaves us with 50
or so potential suspects.

Enid, who knew
about the sampler?

Well, it was no great secret.

I'd been asking around for
someone to help me frame it.

I showed it to a
bunch of people.

Even so, no one could have known
what the sampler even meant.

And the missing archives.
It can't be a coincidence.

Probably not.

Someone who lives in this
town knows about the locket.

If it's any help,

I've had that poem memorized
since I was five years old.

Pass me a pen.

Yeah, a rush on those
prints that I sent you

would be much
appreciated, my friend.

Yeah. Yeah, next time I'm
in Boston, wings on me.

Thanks.

So, what was in your bag that
would have tipped somebody off?

My mother's journal,
for one. And this.

Yeah, that would do it.

Who had the opportunity
to go through your bag?

Francine and Hannah.

And then there was the
librarian, Claudia.

She was suspicious
as to why I'm here.

And, I mean, it's true.

I wasn't really
saying, but still.

Then at The Mayor's office,

there was Poppy
and Mayor Truman.

He told me to come
back after the Ball.

Which gave him plenty of time
to remove the documents himself.

That's a lead, isn't it?

I just can't go around accusing
people I've known my whole life

of stealing something

that I'm sure most of them
don't even know exists.

But if someone is following you,

it's most likely the person
who stole Enid's sampler.

Then we need to catch
them in the act.

And the best way to do that

is to stay on the
trail of the locket.

I don't like it.
It's too dangerous.

I won't be in danger.

You're not leaving me alone.

"Hearts divided over the sea

"love reunited bridged
by oak and tree"

"we bury the past up
in bones built to last"

"where seeds did blossom
once we became three."

Hannah...

Remember when you were studying
for your town history test?

Was there an old oak tree?

Yeah. It was in the
middle of a clearing.

And that's where Jacob
decided to build the town.

I remember that story.

The tree reminded him
of England, right?

Used that tree to build the
Town Hall. The first one.

And they had to move
it a hundred years ago.

Some sort of sewage issues.

Ew.

Ew is right.

Okay, so where
was the first one?

I don't know either,

but there's an old map
in the Sheriff's office.

Good work Deputy Hannah.

The layout is almost identical
to the current town square.

Yeah, with one
significant exception.

The Town Hall was
relocated across the road.

Let's check it out.

There's nothing left of
the original structure.

No foundation, no
posts or anything.

Yeah, they would have
found anything buried here

when they moved the
original building.

This can't be right.

Are you cold?

No.

I just have that feeling again
that someone's watching feeling.

All right. We
should go. Come on.

Watch your step.

Are you all right?

Yes, thanks.

I'm walking you
back to Francine.

And don't try to get rid of me.

I won't.

It's not the worst thing
to be personally escorted

by the town Sheriff.

Even when he's not John Wayne.

Can I tell you a secret?

Another secret?

I'm not really into westerns.

Oh, so you aren't attracted
to cowboys after all.

No.

But I do have a
growing appreciation

for the rabble-rousing
revolutionary types.

Even after everything
we did to your tea?

Can I tell you another secret?

Always.

I actually prefer coffee.

The sampler poem line,
where seeds did blossom.

Maybe we should be
looking for a garden.

There's a garden at
the Founders' House.

It was famous in its day.

Of course.

That's where the
portrait was painted.

Jacob must have hid the locket
in the house when he built it.

Yeah, but he would have
moved it with his family

when he built the house
closer to the river.

Maybe, but nothing in the
poem references river house.

We bury the past up and
in bones built to last.

The loft.

Attic.

Right. Attic.

Okay, well, that
rules out the B&B.

I tore apart the
attic to fix the roof.

There's nothing up there but
old wood and new insulation.

Then all the clues still point
back to the Founder's house.

You're right. Let's go.

Should we ring the bell?

And say what?

Hello, Mr. Mayor. Can we rifle
through your personal belongings

in case you happen to
have an antique locket

worth a lot of money?

Okay, maybe not in those
exact words or any like it.

We don't even know if
it's in there for sure.

Well, we need to
get in to find out.

It's a private residence.
We need permission.

And breaking in
is not an option.

In that case, were you planning
on attending the ball tomorrow?

I was not.

Well, you are now. And
I'll be your plus one.

Hang on.

Okay, look, because
I can't dance, so.

Looking good there, Sheriff.

I feel ridiculous.

How do people wear
stiff clothing like this

back in the day?

You're going to be all
right. I'll see you in there.

Thanks Jack.

Hi.

Hi.

- You look.
- You look...

You look beautiful.

Thank you. You, too.

Here's the plan.

You're going to
give me the signal.

I'm going to cause a distraction
so you can get upstairs.

Enid, you shouldn't
get involved in this.

Of course I'm involved?

This is the most fun
I've had in ages.

And we're hunting
after my ancestors.

I suppose that settles it, then.

Fine. But nothing illegal.

I wouldn't dream of it.

Shall we, my ladies?

We shall, my Lord.

Lord Marcus. I can
get used to that.

Good evening, everyone.

And welcome to Wilmaton's 200th
anniversary Founders Ball.

Should we dance, blend in.

I don't know this
kind of dancing.

It's a waltz. I'll
show you. Come on.

Help me. I hope you're
wearing steel toe slippers.

It's a simple box step.

You go forwards, I'll
go backwards, like so.

Okay. This isn't so bad.

You're a natural.

Where'd you learn this
old-timey dances, anyway?

English school curriculum?

More like growing up in
the antiques business.

This isn't my first
anniversary ball.

It's definitely mine.

Thankfully, my partner
is graceful enough

for the both of us.

I like this charming
side of you.

I also like the less
charming side, too.

Is that a compliment
or an insult?

To be determined.

This ball is fabulous.

But I have to warn
you, my dears,

there are a few other
dealers here sniffing around.

Word is out.

We have no time to lose.

Now.

Ahhhh...

Enid! Somebody help!

Oh, no!

Come on.

Do you think anyone saw us?

I don't think so. Let's
be quick, just in case.

Focus on the clues.

I'm not quite sure what
those clues are now

that we're up here.

This attic is enormous.

Yeah, full of dusty old junk.

Oh, now, hold on. Dusty,
yes, but junk certainly not.

- Amelia.
- Hm?

Focus on the clues.

Oh, sorry. Hazard of the trade.

Okay, what are we missing?

I don't know.

Shh!!! Somebody followed us.

Let me outta here!

Poppy?

Why did you follow
us up to the attic?

No one's allowed up there.

You've been following
me for days.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You went through my bag
at The Mayor's office.

You read my mother's journal.

You were trying to find
the locket before I could.

What locket?

Drop the act.

You stole the archives when you
found out I wanted to see them.

You've probably never even
looked at them before.

You were there at Enid's, too,
when we were talking to her.

You heard her say that
the sampler is the key

to her family legacy.

Look, you don't have
to say anything.

But your fingerprints left on
the threatening note in her room

prove that you stole it.

Where is the sampler, Poppy?

Why on earth would you cram
it into your evening bag?

Seemed like the safest
place. It's worthless anyway.

Quite the opposite.

So you do know about the locket?

You've been following
Amelia around the town.

But when she didn't
find it fast enough.

You stole the stamper so
you could find it first.

Finders keepers, right? But
I couldn't figure it out.

It was easier to let
her do all the work.

What were you thinking, Poppy?

Maybe that the money I could
make off a legendary locket

would finally get me out
of this pathetic town.

But you never found anything.

There's probably
nothing to even find.

All this has just been
a huge waste of my time.

You trashed Enid's room.
You left a threatening note.

That's a crime.

Harassment, theft, destruction
of property, uttering threats.

Those are all things I can
and will charge you with.

I want a lawyer.

You'll be all right getting
back to Francine's on your own?

I have to stay here and
wait for Poppy's lawyer now.

I'll be fine. Thank you.

No one's creeping
around me anymore.

You're lucky you got the
fingerprint analysis back.

Oh, that was a bluff.

There wasn't anything
in that folder.

Well played.

You're disappointed.

I'm glad we caught Poppy
and got the sampler back.

But that doesn't get us
any closer to the locket.

Look, we can go back
to the Founders' House.

I'm sure The Mayor
will agree to a search

once he hears the whole story.

I don't know. Maybe
Poppy was right.

Maybe there's nothing to find.

Maybe this just
isn't meant to be.

Good night.

Good night.

Hi.

This is amazing.

It reminds me of
Wilmaton's better days.

I'm glad.

Good morning.

Ah. Good morning.

This seems to be
going very well.

Mmhmm.

It certainly does.

Must be off antiques
to supervise.

You look tired.

What every lady wants to
hear the day after a ball.

I didn't mean you look bad.
You don't look bad at all.

I am tired.

You can't help your annoyingly
accurate observations.

Still, this is a great
thing you've done here.

I haven't seen the town
this busy since I was a kid.

It might have been my idea,

but your sister made it happen.

Right. I suppose I
should do another circuit

in case anyone needs me.

Or you could take a break.
I know the perfect place.

Okay.

Okay.

You've had a busy
morning too, I imagine.

Yeah. Enid didn't
want to press charges,

so Poppy will get off
with a slap on the wrist.

Unless, of course, you
want to press charges

for her stalking you.

No, I'll follow Enid's example.

No one else in town will.

Mayor Truman and Poppy are done

she's packed up and moved to
her sister's place in Boston.

She's been run out of town?

I wouldn't say that.

But look, Enid's like
the town's grandmother.

Everybody here is pretty
upset about what Poppy did.

Small towns have long memories.

What about you? What are
you going to do next?

I'll head back to
London, I guess.

Maybe I'll keep up the search.

But I really should focus
on expanding the business,

whatever that might mean.

You seem to have
lost your enthusiasm.

London just seems
like another life.

Well, have you ever
considered expanding here?

Look, I know it's not
glamorous, but you did say

we have a lot of antiques here,

and this weekend has
drummed up new interest.

And as you recall,
there's an empty store

just waiting for a new owner.

Are you asking me to stay..

Oh, I... I would never uh...

Of course not. Obviously.
I was only joking.

It's so beautiful here.

Oh, it should be.

This is a proposal path
where Jacob proposed to Jane.

Really?

Mmhmm. Right there
on that bridge.

I was so afraid I'd
never see you again.

Oh, my James.

It's Jacob now. Jacob Jameson.

It's a pleasure to
meet you, Mr. Jameson.

I'm Jane now.

Jane Shaw.

Welcome to Wilmaton, Miss Shaw.

I have never taken it off.

I miss mine so.

Your portrait was all I
had of you all these years.

You won't need it anymore.

Jane Shaw... will you
do me, Jacob Jameson,

the honor of becoming my wife?

Yes, I will.

What a perfect spot to propose.

No wonder Lady Wilma
loved these wildflowers.

She embroidered
them on the sampler

and decorated the
river house with...

Um, listen, Amelia.

See, what I said earlier about,

you know, how I wouldn't
ask you to stay?

I didn't mean. I did mean.
But that's not how I...

The flowers.

The flowers!

It was in front of
me the whole time.

What? Hold on.

What?

See the flowers?
They're the same.

And that means?

The flowers aren't crooked.

Well, that's to say
that they are crooked,

but intentionally so.

They're pointing upstairs.

"We bury the past up in
bones, built to last."

We were right about it being
the bones of the house.

We were just wrong
about which house.

Come on.

There's more.

Attic access is right here.

It's not the attic.
Look at the last line.

"Where seeds did blossom.
Whence we became three."

Blossom as a baby.

The nursery. I can't
believe we missed it.

It's right in here.

This must be it.

This is the last flower, and
it's pointing straight up.

There's something
here. A compartment.

How do I open it?

Are you going to open it?

Oh.

What is it?

Important papers, letters.

Proof that James and Lady Wilma
really were Jacob and Jane.

That's huge.

It is. You're right.

What was it you said about
old wooden furniture?

People needed somewhere
to hide their secrets.

I did it mom. Finally.

You found it.

No. We found it.

Do you realize what this means?

You reunited the
true love locket,

so now you'll find true love.

That's how it works, right?

That's what they say.

Do you believe it?

Should I?

Sorry. That's work.

Hi, Rebecca.

I found a buyer.

Rebecca, I...

This buyer's willing to pay
three times what your mother did

just for the Fanshaw half.
We can finally do it.

Rebecca, I found it.

Do you realize what this means?
The price goes up ten-fold.

You could expand to Paris and
Amsterdam at the same time.

This is incredible.

Rebecca, I...

Amelia, I'm so proud of you.
Your mother would be, too.

Oh, I have to call
the buyer right away.

Well, maybe I should
call Sotheby's first.

I have to go.

Wow.

Paris and Amsterdam
sounds glamorous.

Your mother would be proud.

Marcus.

I get it.

You found the love locket.
Now you're leaving.

I should get back
to work. Excuse me.

Marcus...

Congratulations, Amelia. You
got everything you deserved.

I suppose I'm checking out.

I really loved having you here.

I loved being here.

Did you have a chance to
go over the sale terms?

I did. And it's very generous.

Are you sure it's
worth that much?

Definitely.

I already talked
it over with Enid.

And she's happy with
whatever we decide.

It's strange.

We were all on this
great adventure,

and now it's just... over.

I know how you feel.

I always wondered what Mum would
have done if she'd found it.

She never said.

I always assumed
she'd have sold it

and started looking
for the next thing.

That's what I thought I'd do.

And expand your business.
Isn't that your dream?

I have a new dream I
want to run past you,

but it might need a fresh pot.

Okay.

Okay, that should work.

I'll let her know.

Thanks Mr. Mayor.

All settled.

Are you sure this is
what you want to do?

I could ask you the same thing.

I'm thrilled.
Marcus will be, too.

That remains to be seen.

You want me to call him?

I can do this.

Hi, Sheriff.

Miss Scott.

I thought you'd be halfway
over the Atlantic by now.

I want to donate my half
of the locket to the town.

Francine wants to do the same.

And the Mayor gave me the
title to the old antique shop

on Main Street in return.

Scott Antiquities, Wilmaton.

Has a nice ring to it.

What do you think?

What about Paris?

Amsterdam?

I sort of fell in love
here with the town.

- All the beautiful antiques...
- Hmm.

And the people.

One person in particular.

What about your shop in London?

Rebecca's got it covered.

The advantages of
having a partner.

Hmm. Your mom...

Would have wanted exactly this.

I just didn't
realize it until now.

Are you sure?

The locket brought Jacob
and Lady Wilma together,

and it brought me here to you.

Well, I can't argue
with that logic.

Good townspeople,
honored guests,

As mayor of Wilmaton,

I am thrilled to open
the permanent exhibit

celebrating Jacob and
Wilma Jane Jameson

and their legendary love.

Featuring the antique locket
given from Sir Robert Dudley

to Queen Elizabeth I and said
to bring true love to its owner,

I hereby declare Wilmaton
the town of true love.

I have to get back to the B&B.

We are full for yet
another weekend.

So many proposal parties.

I might have to
start a new side gig.

All right, sis.

Well, Deputy Hannah,
she can come with us.

Sorry, Uncle Marcus,

but I want to be an
antique dealer like Amelia.

Oh, I could use an intern.

How handy are you
with the dust mop?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I meant I wanted
to be a librarian.

I like books.

Bye.

Bye.

Glad you stayed?

I've never been happier.
Are you glad I stayed?

Absolutely.

Finally have someone
to take care of

all that old furniture
in the basement.