Signed, Sealed, Delivered (2014): Season 1, Episode 9 - The Treasure Box - full transcript

Previously on Signed, Sealed, Delivered:

So when we were talking
about Oliver the other day,

he was sitting right behind us?

[Norman]: We're a secret
branch of the post office now?

"The postables"!

The Postmaster General of the United States

has instructed me

to confer upon you "The
Dark of Night" award.

[Norman]: First stamp
honoring an American woman?

Martha Washington. 1902.

Okay. First native American
to be put on a stamp?



Pocahontas.

Uh...

The year 1860 is
significant for what reason?

Hmm. The first year of the Pony Express?

Mm-hmm. Name three postal workers

who later became famous in
the entertainment industry.

Ohh... um...

This was the tie-breaker

in the "fun facts" category

at last year's "Miss Special Delivery."

Um...

Bing Crosby,

Rock Hudson and Walt Disney.

Oh, man!



Walt Disney worked for a post office?

- He did.
- It is a "small world."

[All chuckling]

Abraham Lincoln was postmaster.

So was Harry Truman.

Yes, but I bet none of them

received the "Dark of Night" award.

Our work ought not be measured
by accolades, Ms. McInerney,

but rather, the satisfaction
of those we serve.

[Shane]: Well, in that case,

you might want to stop
polishing those cups.

What do we have?

Wow...

Somebody is definitely looking for this.

Exquisite workmanship.

Should be a stamp or a mark

or "made by somebody"
something on the bottom, but...

Seems like it's one of a kind.

Oh.

[♪♪♪]

Hmm.

"Here it is.

"And remember, wherever
you keep your treasure,

"that's where your heart will be, too.

And that's the real secret."

Wait. What... what does that mean?

Uh, it means that what

you love says a lot about who you are,

so, probably doesn't
matter who made this box

as much as who it was made for.

"And that's the real secret"?

Does that mean that there's another secret?

Like a riddle?

Or... or a puzzle!

- Oh, my gosh!
- Hmm?

It's a puzzle box!

[♪♪♪]

♪ Send me love every day ♪

♪ and send me on my way ♪

♪ deliver me just deliver me ♪

[Norman]: These have been
around for thousands of years.

They look like regular boxes,

but the detail and wood inlay

hide sliding panels

that need to be opened
in just the right order.

This is going to take some time.

So, please, talk amongst yourselves.

Rita? You going to have a snack?

No, I'm not hungry. I am...

I'm so nervous about the pageant.

[Shane]: Rita, you're gonna be fine.

You've got your dress,

you've got your talent,

you're gonna ace the "fun facts" category.

Thing is, I can only
remember what I've read,

and, obviously, I haven't read enough.

I mean, the whole Walt
Disney-mail-carrier-thing,

that really threw me.

- Got it!
- Oh! Ha.

Wow. How did you do that?

It's a mathematical formula...

One up, two down, two up...

Three... down.

So even though the box might seem empty,

there could still be something
valuable locked inside.

[Click]

Oh!

And it's...

Another key.

Oh, I was really expecting diamonds.

Well, it's not over.

That's a key to another box.

A safe deposit box.

Mountain high bank!

Oh, that's 91616 Acoma Street.

That is Denver's second-oldest

continuously-operating
financial institution,

founded in 1897.

Well done.

How did you do that?

Books.

Books with pictures.

"A compendium of miscellaneous
banking paraphernalia."

Ms. McInerney,

we will need some essential paperwork,

then we'll take this key, drop by the bank.

Um, but Rita still needs to work

on her fun facts, and we haven't

even cracked zip codes or
unique modes of delivery.

Ah. Whell, then you must stay.

You guys are still coming tonight, right?

Oh, opening night reception, 6:00.

We wouldn't miss it for the world.

[Sighs] Oh, that's great.
Here's your tickets.

The Brown Palace Hotel. Got it.

It's right across the street from the bank,

so we can just meet you there.

- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, and don't be late.

Ramon says the speeches
start right at 7:00,

and the dancing starts at 8:00.

- Dancing?
- Ramon?

Yeah.

Oh! That's right.

He owns your old dance studio, Oliver.

Oh, he's become a very popular
local personality these days.

He even taught the cha-cha

to the weather lady on
the "Wake Up, Denver" show.

Oh! I guess you just never can tell

what the day will bring.

- Ryan!
- In here.

What did mama say?

Ryan?

[Thumps toy down]

[♪♪♪]

We realize, uh, it's a
bit unusual, however...

No, no, it's okay.

We actually sent out letters last month

telling people to come get their stuff

from the boxes and move it to the new bank,

so we've had people coming in... [Chuckles]

Without keys,

and keys coming in without...

[text chimes] people.

- It's been a real mess.
- Well, I am sorry to hear that.

Do you know if box 471 has been emptied?

- Or transferred?
- 471?

[♪♪♪]

Hmm.

It's on the list of delinquents,

so it's scheduled to be drilled open

and auctioned off

with all the other unpaids next week.

Well, it's a good thing
we came when we did.

Do you know how we can reach the owner?

Uh... I don't know.

The, uh, safe manager quit last week,

so I'm actually filling in for him today.

And what a fine job you are doing.

Thank you.

Well, you wanna go down and open it now?

Yes.

Oh! Oh, okay.

[Keys rattling]

Alrighty. Let's go.

It takes a lot of halls
to get down here, huh?

Yeah, we got myriads of 'em.

Actually, the word "myriad"
is an inclusive noun.

Here we go.

[Vault door rumbling]

[Haltingly]: In there?

Hmm.

[Mother, calling nearby]: Ryan...

Ryan?

Ryan...

[♪♪♪]

It'll take your key and
mine to open up the box.

Let me just see if I
can find the right one...

[Alarm blaring]

Uh, what's happening?

Oh, uh, I think we should
probably move towards the...

Oh! Hey... oh!

- Oliver...
- [Thud]

No!

No. No-no-no-no-no!

[Sobs]: No...

Oh, dear.

[Fire alarm ringing]

Ryan? Ryan.

[Recorded message]: All
customers and employees

must exit the building immediately.

Do not stop to retrieve
personal belongings.

[Phone ringing]

Hello?

Hi, daddy.

Oh, uh, I'm sorry, I am not your father.

Ryan?

Get over here now. Now!

[Oliver]: No, no, no. Wait!

Wait. Ryan? Ryan, Ryan... Hello?

Hello?

[Recorded message]: All
customers and employees

must exit the building immediately.

Do not stop to retrieve
personal belongings.

[Electricity thuds]

[♪♪♪]

Oh, wow. That is some sash.

Oh. Thank you.

I couldn't decide whether or not

I should wear my hair up or down.

Yes.

Um...

I can't do my tie.

Oh. Here.

I can help you.

Oh.

I, uh...

I-I... I'm... I'm not really...

very good at doing, um,

doing other people's ties.

Uh, you know what? I have an idea.

Oh.

[Music filtering from headphones]

[Shane sighs] Nothing.

No cell service, no Internet.

♪ Ennh... Mm-mm, ennh... ♪

♪ Dun ♪

♪ Doo-oo-oo ♪

Hey.

What's shakin'?

Well, Jason,

it appears we are all locked in a vault

and no one is answering

the red phone.

Well, that's 'cause

they're probably all
outside at the fire drill.

Banks don't have fire drills

at 5:00...

- on Friday night.
- You must have...

received "new employee" training once.

That might be helpful.

Oh, yeah. Last week.

Okay. Jason.

I want you to remember
all-l-l-l the way back

to last week

and see if anybody said anything about,

oh... breathing in a locked vault,

for example?

Yes.

And... ?

Oh. Uh...

Once it's closed...

It automatically seals

and then it probably can't
be opened for 12 hours.

"Probably" or "definitely"?

Definitely probably.
I don't know. Probably?

It's an old bank.

Press on, Jason.

But...

There's up to 13 hours of air

just in case somebody does
get trapped in the vault.

There you go.

13 hours.

That's more than enough time

to rescue somebody locked in a vault.

There are three of us breathing.

Well, that's debatable.

My point is, Ms. McInerney,

13 hours translates to 4
hours, 20 minutes of air

for each breather.

Not to mention, nobody
knows we're down here.

[Sighs]

[Shane]: Are you actually
writing your will?

No.

Times such as this,

uh, provide one with a...

- A certain clarity.
- [Snickering]

[Shane]: Oliver, this is very serious.

- I know.
- We could run out of air

and stop... breathing.

I don't believe that's going to happen.

However, what I am concerned about...

that Jason's batteries
will be running out soon,

and we will be forced once again

- to converse with him.
- [Laughs]

You're right.

Could be worse.

I could be at The Brown Palace,

dancing the Paso doble with Ramon.

I would not allow that to happen to you.

[Chuckling]

Ugh. I've got to do something

to keep myself from going crazy.

Let's play a game.

Okay, I will say something,

and you say the first thing
that comes into your head.

- Ready?
- No.

Door.

Knob.

Window.

Washer.

- Car.
- Burator.

That's a Norman answer!

- [Both laughing]
- I know.

[Sighs]

- Apples.
- Autumn.

Summer.

Creek.

Ahem.

I used to float on Boulder
creek on an innertube

in the summer when I was a kid.

Wow. You were a kid.

- Huh.
- Is this game over?

- No. Forest.
- Peaceful.

- April.
- Paris.

- Christmas.
- Holly.

"Holly" the plant,

or "Holly" your...

wife?

[♪♪♪]

[Piano music playing, people chatting]

Wow.

Oh-oh.

Everybody's completely dressed.

Oh, no, no, no, wait.

Oliver will tie your tie.

We just need to find him. He's
gotta be in here somewhere.

R-Rita!

Señorita Rita.

Oh! Ramon. Hi.

Well...

You look

ravishing.

[Nervous chuckle]

And this gentleman is your...

Brother?

No, no, no. This is my Norman.

I mean, Norman is mine... I mean...

Norman is my co-worker,

and he needs a tie.

No, I mean, he has a tie,
he just needs a tie...

- he just needs it tied.
- Say no more. Allow me.

Okay.

[Chuckles] Oh...

Little tiny mailboxes!

That's... That's very charming.

Oliver gave it to me for Christmas.

- Ollyveer? O'Toole?
- Yeah.

- Mm-hmm.
- The postal man?

- Yeah.
- Oliver is our boss.

He and Shane should be here any minute now.

Ah, yes, the beautiful Shane.

I remember them.

Such a beautiful couple.

Well, actually, they're not a couple.

Well, what do we truly
know of love, Normando?

Well...

Shh. Voila.

Oh. Wow. I have never seen anyone tie a tie

the way you just tied that tie.

Of course not.

Now, if you will please excuse me.

Normando... a pleasure.

He's weird.

[Shane]: I think it's too
late to teach Jason English.

But not too late to teach him something.

Jason?

So what's so important about
what's in this box, anyway?

Oh, we don't know, but someone
considered it important enough

to keep it safe and hide the key.

Not important enough to
pay the rent on the box.

Everything that passes
through the U.S. postal system

is important to someone.

To some stranger.

So what?

"If one is called to be a streetsweeper,

"then one must sweep streets
even as Michelangelo painted,

or Beethoven composed music... "

Hey. Hey!

Oh, my goodness. Jason!

Well done. Fantastic.

[♪♪♪]

[Chuckling]

Ms. McInerney?

Would you like to do the honors?

You know, sometimes, they
actually come up empty.

[Lock clicks]

[Lid creaks]

Well, no diamonds for Rita.

What are they?

Letters.

No... envelopes,

no return addresses,

just a whole bunch of letters.

It'll take us a while to
read through all of these.

Probably, two to three hours...

Probably.

[Oliver]: January 2nd, '08.

"Dear friend, May I call you Katherine?

"Happy new year,

"although it's difficult to imagine

"a new year that could ever
surpass my happiest new year's.

"I must confess something
about that night...

"I had no intention of walking

"from the exquisite silence of
the snow-covered Central Park

"all the way down

"to the rollicking
festivities of 42nd street.

"But surely something led me there to you.

"In fact,

"Providence itself has made
something of a believer of me,

"because nothing less than a miracle

"could have directed my eyes to your eyes

"or my lips to your lips

"at that moment

"when that beautiful
ball dropped at midnight

and everything old became new once again."

[♪♪♪]

"Although they were not the first lips

"I have ever kissed,

until we meet again,
they will be the last."

[He chuckles]

"I hope you will write to me.

"Things move so quickly
in the world these days,

"and I am a great believer

"in the power of a letter

to remind us of what lasts."

[♪♪♪]

"Yours sincerely, Jonathan from New York."

Wow!

A letter-writer who picks
up women in Times Square.

A romantic who befriended
a lady lost in the crowd.

[She chuckles]

"February 4th, '08...

"Dear Jonathan,

"how long it's been

"since I received a letter,

"a real letter,

"and never one like this.

"This has already been
a year of firsts for me...

"my first trip to New York,

my first date with a stranger,
and yes, it's true... "

"my first kiss."

- Hmm.
- Well...

"I know it's hard to believe at my age,

"but I have never been
considered a great beauty

"and I guess I've always behaved

"as if I believed it to be true.

"That night, standing in the cold,

"surrounded by a thousand happy strangers,

"I felt free and fresh,

"and perhaps it was at that moment

that you saw me feeling beautiful."

[♪♪♪]

"And then you walked up and made it so.

"We live so far apart,

"the day we meet again may not come,

"but I shall never forget
the hours we spent...

"walking up 5th Avenue,

"sipping tea at the Plaza,

"and riding the carriage in the park,

"dancing under the stars...

"Kissing goodbye.

"I hope you will write again

"and tell me more of your life.

"Thank you for walking into mine.

Yours sincerely, Katherine."

[♪♪♪]

Uh, Jason, uh, what do we have so far?

- New York, Times Square...
- Hm-hmm.

New year's Eve '08,

the Plaza, Central Park,

somebody named Providence,

and an ugly chick named Katherine.

She's not ugly. She's beautiful.

- How do you know?
- She's beautiful to Jonathan!

Yeah, the guy who couldn't get

a date on new year's Eve.

Yes, well, he certainly
seems like a gentleman to me,

someone I wouldn't mind
taking to lunch someday.

Lunch...

I'm so hungry.

Cool!

I usually take my nap
after lunch, too, so, uh...

[Shane]: Good!

That's a good idea.

[♪♪♪]

[Rita]: Any sign of them?

No. But I think I see Oliver's car

parked over there, by the bank.

[♪♪♪]

Oh, no.

They're about to start the program.

Very atypical.

Oh, Oliver's more reliable than...

Than a...

Than a mule delivering mail bags

to the bottom of the Grand Canyon.

Yeah! I mean, I wasn't
gonna say that, but, yeah!

[Ramon]: Ladies and gentlemen,
may I have your attention, please?

Will our pageant contestants

kindly take their places on the stage?

Oh, uh, go ahead.

I'll keep an eye out for them,

- and I'll watch your purse.
- Okay. Thank you.

[♪♪♪]

[Oliver]: "Dear Katherine...

"as I sit here at my desk
in the Flatiron Building,

"I look out the window and realize

"that all that mankind can build

"with steel and glass and stone

"can never compare to a life

"built on a foundation of love for another

and faith in something
greater than oneself."

[♪♪♪]

"You spoke of those
things as the sun came up

"on new year's day,

"and even if we can't keep dancing...

"I would like to keep
that conversation going.

"Write to me.

Yours, Jonathan."

"March 17th, '08.

"Dear Jonathan,

"I don't believe in coincidence or fate.

"I believe our lives
have purpose and meaning.

"I believe it is no accident that we met,

or even that we both work in... "

[Laughs] "triangular buildings.

[Both laughing]

"Yes, I have taken a job

"at the beautiful Brown Palace Hotel.

"It is Denver's elegant,
three-cornered landmark

"and reminds me

"that two of anything is
always stronger with a third...

"a cord of three strands is never broken,

"a building of three corners
can withstand the winds,

"and two hearts joined by a greater one

"can withstand anything.

Yours, Katherine."

"Dear Katherine, I told
you that I keep an office

"in the Flatiron Building,

"but I neglected the details

"for fear it might seem trivial to you,

"a lady of letters and books.

"I am a journalist, a sportswriter,

"who travels around, writing about...

baseball."

Baseball?

I would've thought...

"To many, baseball is just a game

"played by overgrown boys,

"but in that game,

"I see the best and, sometimes, the worst

of our country and its men."

"Dearest Jonathan,

I attended my first
baseball game last night."

"I sat behind home base and
tried to see what you see,

"but the truth is,

"all I could imagine

"was you sitting next to me,

making jokes and singing
along with the band."

[Oliver, reading]: "And
I am every day inspired

"by the everyday heroes
who take up bat and ball

"and swing for the stars.

"Perhaps someday I will know the joy

"of standing with you

"as we cheer on the
Tigers or the Cardinals,

or my beloved Red Sox."

- [Laughing]
- "Until then...

"I must imagine you beside me,

"inspiring in me

"new ways to write of courage and triumph,

"of diamonds and triangles...

"Of the places we must run

"before going home."

"Have I gone mad, Jonathan?

"Did I fall in love with a stranger

last new year's Eve?"

[Oliver]: "There is nothing

crazy about falling in love, even when... "

[Shane]: "When something tells you,

"against all common sense,

"that you have met the
one you've been waiting for

"all your life."

[Oliver]: "All my life...
And then I let you go."

[Shane]: "Why did I let you go?"

"Why did I let you go?"

[♪♪♪]

Ladies and gentlemen,

it is my extreme pleasure to welcome you

to the opening festivities
of the 63rd Annual

Miss Colorado Special Delivery Pageant.

The judges have made their decisions

and now it is time to announce

the 10 semi-finalists

who will be competing in
tomorrow night's pageant.

Will the following
contestants please step forward

when I announce your name?

[Hushed chatter]

Tiffany Delmonico!

Miss Terminal Annex.

[Applauding]

Tracy Steadman, Miss Boyd Annex!

Carla Nirnenbarger, Miss Bonnie Brae.

Evelyn Nightsmith, Miss Snow Mass Village.

I'm here. I made it.

[Ramon]: Willow Baransky, Miss Fort Morgan!

Finally! Where were you?

I was at the bank,

and the alarm went off,

and they evacuated everyone so fast,

that I left my cellphone
on the teller's counter,

and I had to wait forever

before the security guy
would let me back in.

- Joanne Appleton...
- It was a nightmare!

[Ramon]: Miss East Aurora.

Jennifer Rapaport, Miss Telluride.

[Crowd applauding]

Leslie Whitmore, Miss Castle Pines.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,
our last semi-finalist...

That lucky lady who will
be joining these other nine,

one of whom will become
Miss Special Delivery, is...

Rita Haywith! Miss Denver Main Branch.

[Crowd applauding]

Miss Rita Haywith.

Rita?

[Crowd murmuring]

[♪♪♪]

Well...

I suppose we have enough for

someone to locate

a sportswriter named Jonathan who is...

fond of the Red Sox.

Or a lady named Katherine,

who very well could be across the street

at the hotel this very minute.

Or at home with Jonathan and the children.

Attending a ball game together.

Or dancing under the stars.

I hope they're dancing. [Laughs]

[Jason snores]

[Sniffs]

They got together...

Right?

I mean, that...

must be how

all the letters ended up in the same box.

"Wherever you keep your treasures,

that's where your heart will be, too."

I have to know that they're together.

We only have three letters left.

I have to read these letters,
if it's the last thing that I...

"Sweet Katherine...

"Sometimes in the night,
when I'm on the road...

"in another town, in another room...

"I hear a train whistle.

"I never know where it's going,

"but I always lie there,

"imagining it's headed West,

"to the Rockies, to Denver...

"To you.

"And I bless that train as it rolls by.

"You are the best person
I have ever known...

"Even if we have shared
little more than a kiss

"and our hearts on a few pieces of paper.

"But I have run out of
words to express my love...

"And I'm running out of road.

"The road ends where you are...

"Dear friend, dear lady,

my love."

"Will you marry me?"

[♪♪♪]

[Laughs]

"Dear sir...

"I am writing to you from
the Brown Palace Hotel,

where your friend,
Katherine, has been employed."

"She has described you as her fiance,

"and so I feel it is
appropriate for me to inform you

"that she is very...

ill."

"She's very ill with a
rare form of pneumonia.

Her doctors at St.
Joseph... " [Sighs shakily]

"She's taken a turn for the worse...

The enclosed... note... "

[♪♪♪]

"My dearest Jonathan...

"With the few breaths I have left,

I want to speak words of love."

"All we've ever shared have been words,

"but they have been good words

and true words.

"And now I am sending
every letter you wrote to me

back to you... "

"So that even if we cannot
be together in this life... "

[sniffles]

"the words that we created together

can be kept somewhere side-by-side."

"Dying is hard, my love,

"but not hopeless.

"And...

"as I walk through the
valley of the shadow,

"I fear nothing but the thought

that I may have left only
one word unspoken... "

[sniffling]

[Sobs]: "Yes."

"Yes, I will be your wife.

"Perhaps not in this life...

"but in your heart."

[Gasps]

"Dear sir,

"thank you for your letter
of December 20th, '08."

"I am leaving for Denver immediately,

"and by the time you read this,
I hope to be at her bedside.

"If, for any reason, I am delayed,

"please tell her that I love her

"and I cannot spend another new year's Eve,

"another new year's day,

or any other day of my
life without her now."

"Tell her to swing for the stars."

"Tell her to breathe."

"Tell her to live."

[Weeping]

"Yours truly, Jonathan Walker."

[Sobbing]

She had to have written another letter...

[Sniffs]

There's gotta be another letter.

There's gotta be...

another letter in this box...

[Box rattles]

- Oliver...
- Shane.

Oh, she...

Please tell me that she lived!

She had to get through it!

Shane...

I know that she...

[Weeping] She... she's gotta be alive.

She's gotta be alive.

Right?

She lived?

It's okay.

I'm so scared.

I know.

I don't know...

I don't know how to pray, Oliver.

- You do.
- It's okay.

- Please?
- I already have.

Come here.

[Ringing]

- Yeah.
- Well, I'll be.

This is Homer Finnegan, the security guard.

Give me that!

- Are you in the vault?
- Hello?

[♪♪♪]

- Oliver?
- Norman! Thank God, you're here!

I knew it! I knew this
was what happened to you!

Rita's here, do you wanna say "hi"?

Rita? Why isn't she at the pageant?

Oh, well, she was worried, too.

Like me.

We were... worried.

Together.

Well, uh, please send Rita our very best.

May we assume there is
a plan to release us?

Well, uh, I have this cousin...

- [Shane giggles]
- He has a cousin!

Who... who, uh... ?

Who... and I can't go into details...

used to do one thing,

but, uh, now he does another,

and he helps banks test
their security systems

to see if they're safe from people like...

my cousin.

Anyways, he's talking to the bank president

and the police and everybody,

and they think you should be
outta there any minute now.

[Oliver]: "Any minute now"? Because, uh,

if it's gonna be a lot of minutes,

I'm not sure if we can
live with that, Norman.

- Literally.
- Oh, no, you're fine.

The book says you've got
plenty of ventilation.

We've got plenty of air.

Are you sure? Because Jason said that...

Oh, no, I'm positive.

They keep the room climate-controlled

for all the stuff that
they keep in the boxes.

Isn't that great?

We're climate-controlled?

That's not what you said, Jason.

I may have gotten it confused

with the meat freezer at my old job.

You think?

Okay, see you soon.

So, Jason.

Tell us...

Did you find this interlude instructive?

Um...

Something about

Beethoven being a garbage man?

"If a man is called to be a streetsweeper,

"he should sweep streets so well,

"that all the hosts of heaven and earth

"will pause

"to say

'here lived a great sweeper
who did his job well.'"

Martin Luther King said that, Jason.

And he was also talking about

associate assistant bank managers,

and postal workers,

and kings,

and presidents.

Put your heart in your work, Jason.

Be happy.

[Lock thuds]

[Gate rattling, hydraulics hissing]

Ah... the light of day.

- [Thwap]
- Oh, Oliver.

Hmm?

[♪♪♪]

You forgot this.

Ladies first.

[♪♪♪]

[Door clacks open]

Oh!

There you are.

Oh! Are you okay?

I got you this.

Oh, fabulous.

Thank you, Norman. Excellent work.

I'd like to personally thank your cousin

for his assistance.

Oh, uh, they had to take him back.

What was in the safety deposit box?

Love, Norman.

Lots of love.

That was the secret?

[Oliver]: Always is.

And, Rita, you look fantastic.

How did your reception go?

Oh, right!

Did you make the semifinals?

Oh. I don't know.

We left before they
finished announcing them.

You left?

What? To find us?

Oh... friends

don't leave friends locked in bank vaults.

And we're friends.

Right?

Yes, Norman.

We're friends.

[♪♪♪]

[Shane]: I feel as
though I know him already.

[♪♪♪]

[Man]: All I wanna do is go to the game!

[Woman]: That's all you ever do!

- Katherine?
- [Man]: What do you wanna do?

[Woman]: Why do I always
have to think of something?

Because you're the only one
who wants to do something!

And that's my point!

I work all week,

- I'm tired, and all I want is...
- [Knocking]

Ahem.

Yes?

Uh, Mr. Jonathan Walker?

Yeah, that's me.

W-where'd you get that?

Uh, well, we're from the
U.S. post office and...

You found it.

[Woman]: Who is that?

- Well, the...
- It's the post office.

They found... they found the box.

Well, the shipping box was damaged,

so we had to use the key
to open the deposit box,

to read your letters

to return this to you.

I'm sorry. Our letters?

Mm-hmm.

Yes. Your letters.

Yours and Katherine's... Love letters.

Katherine?

Let me see those.

I never thought I'd ever get to read these.

They're not yours?

No, I'm Jonathan Walker the fourth.

These letters were written
by Jonathan Walker...

My great-grandfather.

[Quiet, astonished chuckle]

So my dad shipped this box
to us just before he died,

and it got lost in the mail.

He got it from his dad when he got married.

And he got it from Jonathan,

who got it as a wedding gift
from great-grandma Katherine.

They lived.

Not in our time, but they lived.

And every Walker man since

has gotten this box and that key

and the message

that the secret to true love
lies somewhere in these letters.

[Oliver]: Because they poured their souls

into those letters.

And they were always kept in a safe place.

"Wherever you keep your treasure,

that's where your heart will be, too."

When were they married?

1910?

1909, maybe.

1908...

First year they dropped the ball

in Times Square on new year's Eve.

I feel as though I've
lost a kindred spirit.

So I guess it's my turn to read these.

Oh, I hope that you do.

Better yet,

read them out loud,

together.

[♪♪♪]

Miss Telluride,

you have 15 seconds left
to complete your answer.

Pasadena...

91105.

Washington Park?

[Telluride]: 80209.

[Ramon]: Upper West Side, New York City.

10023?

That is...

Correct.

[Crowd applauding]

Good job.

This is gonna be really close.

[Ramon]: And now for our fifth finalist,

currently tied for first place,

please welcome Miss Denver Main Branch,

R-R-Rita Haywith!

[Applauding]

She looks so beautiful.

She is.

Miss Denver Main Branch,

only one question stands between you

and the most coveted title

in the Colorado United
States postal system.

Here we go.

For the crowd...

Name 13 U.S. government-approved

modes of mail transport.

Okay.

- You have one minute.
- She knows this!

Oh, no! Wait!

Oh, she only memorized 12.

You're kidding?

Do that thing you do.

- Pray.
- [Rita]: Uh, cars, trucks, trains,

uh, boats, ferries...

helicopters...

subways,

seaplanes,

airplanes,

hovercrafts...

bicycle and feet!

[Ramon]: That's only 12.

We need one more.

Uh... oh...

Um...

[♪♪♪]

Oh! Wait! Mules!

Reliable mules deliver mail

to the bottom of the Grand Canyon!

- Yes! Miss Rita Haywith!
- Oh...

You are Miss Colorado
Special Delivery 2014!

Oh, my gosh!

- [Loud applause]
- Really?

Thank you!

I can't believe it.

Hi!

Oh, thank you!

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[Ramon]: ♪ She's Miss
Special Deliv'ry ♪

♪ Yes, she's our post office queen ♪

♪ from Rocky Mountain ♪

♪ to field and fountain
and every zip in between ♪

♪ By plane, train,
bus, mule, or livery ♪

♪ you bet she'll get
those letters through ♪

♪ So, hail Miss Special Deliv'ry ♪

♪ and all things postal ♪

♪ from coast to coast'll sing ♪

♪ she's the damsel
we stamp and cancel ♪

♪ the holy grail of first-class mail ♪

♪ Miss Special Deliv'ry ♪

♪ That's
yo-o-o-o-o-ou! ♪

[Cheering and applause]

[♪♪♪]