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#101 : Pilote

   

L'histoire : En 1867, après la mort de son père, le Dr Michaela Quinn décide de quitter Boston pour répondre à une petite annonce d'une petite ville à la limite des terres colonisées nommée Colorado Springs.

Elle fera la rencontre de Charlotte Cooper ainsi que de ses trois enfants, et de Sully, un homme des montagnes, ami des Indiens Cheyennes.
 
Michaela Quinn aura beaucoup de mal à se faire accepter par les habitants de la ville car ils n'avaient jamais vu de femme médecin.

Après la mort de Charlotte Cooper, il fut décidé que Matthew, Colleen et Brian, ses trois enfants, iraient vivre avec Michaela comme avait été la dernière volonté de leur mère. Après que Brian ait fugué Michaela part à sa recherce et tombe sur des Indiens.

Titre VO
Pilote

Titre VF
Pilote

Première diffusion
01.01.1993

Première diffusion en France
14.09.1993

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Guest Stars : Diane Ladd (Charlotte Cooper), Nick Ramus (Black Kettle), Adrian Sparks (Colonel Chivington), Verna Bloom (Maude Bray).

 

101 - Pilote

Mickaëla Quinn explique son parcours de Boston jusqu'à son arrivée à Colorado Springs. Sa naissance, sa famille, son diplôme, le décés de son père, puis son départ suite à une annonce pour un trouver un médecin dans une petite ville du Colorado.

Arrivée à Colorado Springs


Elle rencontre un homme prénommé Monsieur Bray, elle lui demande où elle peut trouver le révérend Johnson. Il se trouve à l'église.

Elle passe devant Myra. Puis elle voit le révérend. Elle se présente à Timothy Johnson.

Au fur et à mesure de leur présentation, le révérend s'aperçoit qu'il s'est trompé ou plutôt un malentendu. Il pensait voir arrivé un homme médecin. Sur le chemin pour retourner en ville Mickaëla tombe dans la boue sous les yeux de Sully…

Arrivés chez Horace, celui-ci avoue qu'il n'a pas écrit entièrement son prénom et ont donc cru que c'était un homme.

Le révérend accompagne Mickaëla chez Charlotte Cooper dit "la veuve Cooper". Timothy explique à Docteur Quinn qu'ils lui paieront son voyage de retour mais elle ne l'écoute pas et décide de rester à Colorado Springs en tant que médecin. Charlotte l'invite à rester chez elle pour l'hébergement.


Dîner chez Charlotte Cooper


Il y a des invités chez Charlotte. Des officiers et un colonel. Mickaëla tente de parler avec eux des négociations avec les indiens. Elle prend d'ailleurs leur défense et se fait mal voir vis-à-vis des autres officiers. Elle continue ensuite la conversation avec Charlotte pour savoir s'il y a un bureau de presse dans la ville.

Chez Jake

Le révérend s'est fait couper les cheveux chez Jake et ont parlé ensemble de Mickaëla. Ils ne sont pas d'accord ni l'un ni l'autre pour qu'elle reste dans leur ville mais qu'il est impossible de lui faire entendre raison.

Sur la route de Chez Loren

Puis Charlotte et Mickaëla passe devant le révérend et Jake. Charlotte explique à Mickaëla que la seule pratique médicale que les femmes ont le droit d'exercer à Colorado Springs sont les accouchements et que la sage-femme de cette ville est une personne très raisonnable, ce qui rassure beaucoup Mickaëla… et qu'elle aimerait la rencontrer. Elle comprend très vite qu'il s'agit de Charlotte.

Puis au moment d'accrocher l'annonce que Mickaëla essayait de faire passer, Loren trouve comme excuse qu'il n'y a plus de place sur le panneau d'affichage. Sully arrive… avec un indien et Loren leur fait lire un panneau accroché juste au dessus des annonces : "Pas de chiens ou Indiens". Mickaëla s'en mêle et décroche le panneau en expliquant que CETTE annonce à fait son temps (laissant alors de la place pour pouvoir accrocher la sienne). Loren est furieux. Un officier qui était dans le magasin remet le panneau en place mais Sully lance sa hache et le casse en deux. Ce qui laisse à Mickaëla la place pour son annonce. Quand Sully récupère sa hache il aperçoit donc ce qu'elle cherche (résidence pouvant également servir de cabinet médical).

Charlotte explique à Mickaëla qu'il faut aller lui acheter un cheval pour qu'elle puisse aller rendre visite à ses malades.

Sur la route de chez RobertE

Charlotte prend les devants et demande à RobertE s'il a un cheval à vendre. Mais celui-ci, avant de répondre, demande qui va l'acheter. Charlotte montre alors sa bourse, ce qui laisse entendre que c'est elle qui va l'acheter. Le choix du cheval n'est pas simple. Puis Mickaëla essaie de monter dessus, jusqu'à ce que Sully vienne pousser ses fesses pour grimper. Il lui tend l'annonce qu'elle avait accroché chez Loren et lui dit qu'il lui a trouvé quelque chose... son ancienne maison.

Sully l'emmène alors devant une maison. En descendant de cheval elle tombe. Elle monte alors les premières marches de la maison et demande combien elle lui doit : 1 dollard le mois. Il est un peu désagréable avec elle quand elle lui demande si son enseigne lui plaît.

Sur la charrette de Charlotte

Les enfants sont derrière. Charlotte félicite Mickaëla d'avoir retrouvé seule son chemin et à un petit remords envers Sully parce qu'il ne l'a pas raccompagné et parce qu'il ne s'est pas présenté à Mickaëla. Celle-ci lui explique qu'il n'a pas été très bavard et qu'elle n'a pas osé lui parler plus de peur qu'il ne change d'avis pour la maison. Charlotte dit que Sully est mineur et qu'il est arrivé à Colorado en 1959 à l'époque de la ruée vers l'or et que c'est à ce moment qu'il est tombé amoureux d'Abigail, la fille de Loren. Mickaëla est un peu troublée et demande pourquoi Loren et Sully avaient l'air de ne pas se connaître (quand il y a eu l'altercation à la boutique quand elle avait accroché son annonce). Charlotte explique qu'Abigail est morte en accouchant de leur premier enfant, décédé également. Et c'est donc pour cette raison que Loren en veut à Sully.

Charlotte a accompagné Mickaëla jusqu'à son nouveau "chez-soi" pour faire le ménage ensemble. Assez drôle de voir que Mickaëla n'a jamais passé le balai…

Sully a tout laissé dans la maison (un coffre avec des vêtements d'enfants…).

Le lendemain en ville

Mickaëla arrive très - ou peut-être trop - bien habillée à l'église. Elle aperçoit Sully… Puis Charlotte vient à son tour pour lui dire bonjour et la présenter à tous les habitants du villages, mais ils détournent la tête quand elles s'approchent. Et soudain, Hank Lawson crie à Jake qu'il y a un blessé dans une charrette. Mickaëla accoure mais se fait tout simplement virer. Puis c'est la femme de Loren qui fait un malaise mais il ne veut pas qu'elle s'occupe d'elle.

Mickaëla rencontre Sully au cimetière, il est venu se recueillir sur la tombe de sa femme et de son enfant.

Pendant l'accouchement d'Emilie

Charlotte ne s'en sort pas. Elle n'arrive pas à faire sortir le bébé. Mickaëla va devoir pratiquer un césarienne avec l'aide de Charlotte… moment émouvant. La maman et le bébé se portent bien.

Chez Jake

Michaëla a recours à l'aide de Jake pour se faire arracher une dent. Tout le monde la regarde. Quand la dent est enlevée, ils lui disent qu'elle a été courageuse et profite de ce moment pour essayer de soigner la main de Jake. Mission accomplie…

En partant elle va voir son amie Charlotte qui comprend tout, que Michaëla a fait ça pour attirer l'attention. Puis elles parlent de leurs amours. On apprend que "La veuve Cooper" n'est pas veuve et que Mickaëla avait un fiancé mort à la guerre.

Puis, sur la route du retour elle rencontre de nouveau Sully et ensemble parlent des problèmes avec les indiens.

Chez Mickaëla

Une visite très inattendue… Jake Slicker est venu en personne pour lui annoncer que la solution qu'elle lui a donné pour soigner sa main a fait des miracles. Et aussi pour qu'elle aille rendre visite à RobertE pour son mal de dos. Il lui a parlé des miracles que Michaëla a fait pour sa blessure.

Mickaëla et RobertE

Suite à la visite de Jake, comme promis, Mickaëla se rend chez RobertE pour son lumbago. Mais celui-ci ne veut pas qu'elle le touche, une petite dispute éclate entre eux et docteur Mike lui dit qu'elle croyait que parmis tous les gens de cette ville il serait le seul à comprendre se que c'est que d'être victime de préjugés. RobertE accepte l'aide de Mickaëla mais apprend en même temps un mauvaise nouvelle : le révérend a passé une autre annonce pour un médecin.

Elle se rend donc immédiatement chez le révérend pour discuter et lui explique qu'elle a des patients dans cette ville et à ce moment Brian est paniqué, il crie que sa mère (Charlotte), s'est faite mordre par un crotal.

Mickaëla chez les Cooper

Mickaëla tente de faire de son mieux pour soigner son amie. Le révérend l'a accompagné. Mais malheureusement se n'est pas sur le chemin de la vie que Charlotte prend la route…

Juste avant de partir elle fait promettre à Mickaëla qu'elle prendra soin de ses enfants et qu'elle les élèvera à sa place…

Après l'enterrement les enfants Cooper viennent donc vivre chez le docteur Mike, ce qui est loin d'être évident pour eux… et pour Mickaëla.

En ville

La femme de Loren ne se sent toujours pas bien. Elle lui dit, discrètement de prendre de la Digitaline, un bon remède pour ses problèmes. Comme elle n'en aura pas assez, Mickaëla se rend chez Horace pour passer une commande de médicaments à Chicago. Mais celui-ci n'entend pas grand-chose de ce qu'on lui dit, il explique qu'il n'entend presque plus de son oreille droite. Mickaëla s'en charge et retire un gros bouchon de cérumen.

Puis c'est au tour de Myra de demander de l'aide. Docteur Mike parvient tant bien que mal à accéder à sa chambre. Problèmes féminins… assez important pour qu'elle ne fasse rien pendant un mois. Quand elle tente d'expliquer ça à Hank ça tourne assez mal mais Sully arrive à temps pour prendre sa défense.

Au petit matin

Brian a disparu. Mickaëla, Coleen et Matthew ne le retrouvent pas. Il s'est enfuit. Docteur Mike part à sa recherche jusque dans les montagnes. Puis elle se fait emmener par les indiens qui ne la traite pas de la meilleure manière, mais Sully est là et lui explique que les indiens n'ont pas voulu lui faire de mal et qu'ils pensaient qu'elle s'était perdu. Bison noir va partir à sa recherche au lever du jour avec Sully et d'autres indiens.

Ils ont retrouvé un morceau de sa chemise. Matthew a prévenu Loren, Jake, le révérend… ils voient que les indiens sont sortis de leur réserve.

Ça y est Brian retrouvé mais il s'est cassé la cheville. Mickaëla va la remettre en place avec l'aide de Sully.

Au retour, une altercation survient entre les indiens et le colonel Shelington…mais tout se termine bien.

Le lendemain en ville

Docteur Mike est chez Loren. Elle va faire un cadeau a Brian (un loup que Sully a sculpté). Mais tout à coup, Maud, la femme de Loren refait encore un malaise, elle n'a plus de poudre que Mickaëla lui avait donné. Quand elle coure chez Horace pour voir si elle a reçu son remède, celui-ci n'est toujours pas arrivé. Puis Maud s'éteinds et quitte ce monde…

Au repas du soir

Mickaëla est triste suite à la mort de Maud. Elle lit la lettre de sa mère…pas très encourageante.

Dans la nuit, Sully arrive avec le chef Bison noir. Il s'est fait attaqué, il est blessé. Mais elle le sauve et il lui en est très reconnaissant. Il lui donne d'ailleurs un nom indien : "Medicine Woman". On sait également que Sully a peur des chevaux.

La veillée de Noël

La petite famille ne peut pas se déplacer pour aller à la fête de Noël mais une tempête de neige les en empêche. Ils décident donc de chanter de beaux chants de Noël. Puis, une visite inattendue les surprend… Sully est venu leur apporter un cadeau à chacun. En retour, Mickaëla l'invite à rester dîner avec eux.

1.01 – Pilote

Michaëla : Je suis née le 15 février 1833 à Boston, dans le Massachussetts. J’étais la dernière de cinq enfants. Les quatre aînées étaient toutes des filles. Mon père qui était un homme de science était convaincu que le destin lui apporterait finalement le fils longtemps espéré. Il se serait appelé Michaël. On m’a appelé Michaëla. J’étais décidé à faire des études de médecine mais aucune université acceptée les femmes. Je reçue enfin mon doctorat de la faculté de médecine de Pennsylvanie. Au grand désarroi de ma mère, mon père me prit comme associé dans son cabinet et pendant 7 ans, nous avons travaillé côte à côte jusqu’à ce que… Quand il mourut, je perdis non seulement mon père mais mon mentor et mon meilleur ami. Ma mère dirait qu’il m’avait gâté. Moi, je dirais qu’il m’avait donné la liberté d’être moi-même. Après la disparition de mon père, notre cabinet devint pratiquement désert. Je craignais que ma carrière de médecin ne fût terminée. Mais je lui avais promis de continuer.
Elisabeth : Il faut savoir renoncer, Michaëla. Ton père n’est plus là et tous ces malades sont partis.
Michaëla : Ils étaient aussi mes malades !
Elisabeth : Ton père, qu’il repose en paix a laissé libre cours à tes chimères de jeunesse.
Michaëla : J’ai un diplôme de médecine, voyons ! Ce n’est pas une chimère.
Elisabeth : Dans ce monde, si !
Michaëla : J’appartiens peut-être à un autre monde. Je trouvais une annonce dans le journal « Le globe ». On cherchait un médecin dans une ville du Colorado. Merci Grace. J’envoyais un télégramme dans lequel je donnais des détails sur mon expérience et ma pratique. En moins d’une semaine, je reçu une réponse me proposant le poste. C’était à la limite des terres colonisées, un lieu où les gens s’installaient pour une nouvelle vie. Un lieu où l’on aurait besoin de mes services, où mes compétences seraient appréciées, où je serais enfin reconnu en qualité de médecin. Tandis que nous traversions ce vaste territoire, je sentais le monde civilisé s’évanouir derrière moi. Il s’éloignait doucement, à chaque tour de roue de la diligence. Mon père m’avait appris que les coutumes, la langue et la couleur de peau, différentes des nôtres ne devaient pas engendrer préjugés et hostilité. Mais quand je vis de vrais Indiens pour la première fois, je ne pus contrôler l’angoisse qui nouée mon estomac.
Horace : Bienvenu à Colorado Springs, messieurs.
Michaëla : Excusez-moi ! Où puis-je trouver le révérend Johnson ?
Loren : Là-bas, à l’église.
Michaëla : Merci. Pourrais-je laisser mes bagages ici pendant quelques minutes ?
Loren : Vous vouliez savoir si elles seront encore là quand vous reviendrez ?
Michaëla : Non, pas du tout. Je me demandais si…
Loren : Nous ne sommes pas tous des voleurs dans la région, Mademoiselle.
Michaëla : Non, non, bien sûr, je m’inquiétais simplement de savoir si elles ne gêneraient pas le passage, c’est tout.
Loren : Non.
Jake : Bonjour Madame.
Michaëla : Excusez-moi, seriez-vous le révérend Johnson ?
Révérend : Oui. Et que puis-je faire pour vous ?
Michaëla : Je suis Michaëla Quinn, le médecin, le nouveau médecin.
Révérend : Je crois qu’il y a un malentendu, le télégramme disait Michaël Quinn.
Michaëla : Je pense l’avoir correctement orthographié. C’était Michaël avec un « a », mon père espérait avoir un petit garçon.
Révérend : Et nous un grand. Vous voulez bien m’accompagner ?
Michaëla : Avec plaisir. Que se passe-t-il ?
Révérend : C’est le colonel Sherrington, le chef Cheyennes « Bison noir », l’armée négocie avec les Indiens pour obtenir les terres au Sud de Sand Crick. Est-ce que ça va ?
Michaëla : Oui, oui, ça va. Ça va très bien.
Révérend : Horace ! Horace !
Horace : Oui ! Je suis là-haut, qu’est-ce que je peux faire pour vous mon révérend ?
Révérend : C’est au sujet d’un télégramme. Celui que vous avez reçu du médecin de Boston, comment est-il signé ?
Horace : Qu’est-ce que vous voulez dire ?
Révérend : Vous n’avez pas changé quelque chose ?
Horace : Ba non ! Enfin peut-être une lettre. Mais je croyais que ça ne vous intéressez pas de connaître son prénom.
Michaëla : Ce prénom ne finissait-il pas par la lettre « a » ?
Horace : Oui, Mademoiselle, c’est exact.
Révérend : Merci Horace.
Horace : A votre service.
Révérend : Je suis terriblement confus Mademoiselle Quinn. Et je vous prie de m’excuser pour le dérangement. Bien sûr, nous vous payerons le voyage de retour jusqu’à Boston.
Michaëla : ça ne sera pas nécessaire, je vous remercie. Colorado Springs cherche un médecin et il se trouve que j’en suis un.
Révérend : Mais vous ne comprenez pas. Personne n’a jamais vu une femme médecin ici.
Michaëla : Il faut toujours une première fois.
Révérend : Mademoiselle, il n’y a pas de femmes célibataires respectable à Colorado Springs.
Michaëla : C’est vraiment dommage, chaque ville devrait en avoir une au moins.
Révérend : La veuve Cooper ne prend pas de pensionnaire. Appelle ta mère !
Matthiew : Maman ! Maman !
Charlotte : J’arrive ! Bonjour !
Révérend : J’ai fais une erreur impardonnable, Charlotte.
Michaëla : En fait, ce n’est qu’un petit malentendu sans intérêt.
Révérend : Je m’attendais à voir un homme et non une jeune femme. Quand elle a répondu à l’annonce, j’ai pensé que s’était un médecin.
Michaëla : Je suis médecin.
Charlotte : Alors, c’est vous le nouveau médecin ?
Michaëla : Oui, c’est moi. Michaëla Quinn, docteur en médecine.
Charlotte : Charlotte Cooper, Cooper et voici mes enfants, Matthiew mon aîné, Colleen et …Bryan.
Bryan : Votre robe est toute sale !
Charlotte : Bryan.
Révérend : J’ai dis à Mademoiselle Quinn que vous ne preniez que des hommes comme pensionnaire.
Charlotte : Je ferais une exception. Matthiew ! Va aider le révérend a porté les bagages de la demoiselle. Allez les enfants, à la maison ! Je vous en prie, entrez !
Michaëla : Merci.
Charlotte : Soyez la bienvenue.
Bryan : Tu es un vrai docteur ?
Michaëla : Oui.
Colleen : Vous êtes allée au collège et tout ça ?
Michaëla : Et tout ça.
Charlotte : Excusez-moi. Par ici, s’il vous plaît. Je vais vous montrez votre chambre. J’héberge quelques militaires le temps des négociations avec les Indiens. Posez-la ici ! Doucement. Je vous remercie, mon révérend. Matthiew. Voilà. Ah, ce n’est pas Boston.
Michaëla : C’est très jolie. Merci. J’espérais un accueil chaleureux et je fus profondément déçue. Apparemment l’attitude à l’égard des femmes médecins n’était pas meilleure à Colorado Springs qu’elle ne l’était à Boston.
Charlotte : Bénissez cette nourriture et ceux qui l’ont préparé. Et que tous les enfants du monde entier, petits ou grands soient bénis. Merci.
Tous : Amen.
Michaëla : Alors capitaine Sherrington, comment se passe les négociations ?
Sherrington : Colonel Sherrington.
Michaëla : Je vous demande pardon. QU’elle est l’attitude des Indiens à votre égard ?
Sherrington : La seule et unique raison pour laquelle j’ai été envoyé dans cette sale contrée, c’est que le congrès a prêté l’oreille à une bande de libéraux au grand cœur qui n’ont jamais posé les yeux sur un Indien.
Michaëla : Je pense que c’est parce que les Indiens étaient ici bien avant nous.
Sherrington : Ils se mettent en travers de la route du progrès, Mademoiselle.
Michaëla : Le progrès pour qui, Monsieur ?
Sherrington : Pour tout le monde. En ce qui me concerne, je suis persuadé qu’écrasé les rebelles peaux rouges est le seul moyen d’avoir la paix et la tranquillité. C’est délicieux.
Charlotte : Merci colonel. Dîtes-moi docteur, est-ce que vous êtes fiancée ?
Michaëla : Je l’ai été.
Charlotte : Et bien, dans cette région, il y a une vingtaine d’hommes pour une seule femme.
Michaëla : Vraiment ?
Charlotte : Oui.
Michaëla : Où pourrais-je trouver un bureau de presse ?
Charlotte : ah ça, il va falloir que vous alliez à Denver.
Michaëla : Et bien, euh, j’ai une petite annonce à faire passer.
Charlotte : La boutique de Bray ! Là-bas, on trouve pratiquement tout ce dont on a besoin.
Jake : Vous auriez dû m’écouter mon révérend. Colorado Springs n’a pas besoin de médecin.
Révérend : Il était impossible de lui faire entendre raison. Que voulez-vous que je fasse ?
Jake : Mettez-la dans la prochaine diligence et renvoyer-la chez elle.
Michaëla : Bonjour, messieurs.
Charlotte : Bonjour.
Jake : Bonjour.
Charlotte : Monsieur Jake Sliker, il perce quelques furoncles, il arrache quelques mauvaises dents et il ose se prendre pour un médecin.
Michaëla : Et il n’aime pas la concurrence.
Charlotte : Surtout celle d’une femme. Voyez-vous, la seule pratique médicale que les femmes ont le droit d’exercer ici, ce sont les accouchements. Vous avez de la chance la sage-femme est une personne très raisonnable.
Michaëla : Je suis ravie de l’apprendre et j’aimerais beaucoup l’a rencontré.
Charlotte : Vous l’a connaissez déjà.
Michaëla : C’est vous ?
Charlotte : Bonjour ! C’est là-bas. Bonjour.
Loren : Il y a un problème, Charlotte ?
Charlotte : Non, Loren, il n’y a pas de problème. Le Dr Quinn veut simplement mettre une annonce.
Loren : Il n’y a plus de place.
Charlotte : Certaines sont si anciennes qu’elles semblent avoir survécu aux pauvres malheureux qui les ont mises.
Loren : Désolé, tant qu’elles ne sont pas honorées, elles resteront là.
Homme : Qu’est-ce qu’il vient foutre ici ?
Loren : Interdit aux chiens et aux Indiens.
Michaëla : Celle-ci a fait son temps, Mr Bray !
Loren : Qu’est-ce que vous faites ?
Sherrington : C’est une propriété privée ici, Mademoiselle.
Sully : Cherche résidence pouvant aussi servir de cabinet médical.
Charlotte : Il est temps d’aller vous achetez un cheval, docteur !
Michaëla : Quel cheval ?
Charlotte : Celui dont vous aurez besoin pour rendre visite à vos malades.
Michaëla : Oh, un cheval !
Charlotte : Oui, un cheval.
Michaëla : Au revoir, messieurs.
Charlotte : Être médecin, c’est une chose, être une femme s’en est une autre et être une femme célibataire s’en est encore une autre. Vous avez suffisamment de handicap s’en que vous en rajoutiez. Il faut que vous compreniez que la plupart des gens dans cette région ne traitent pas les Indiens comme des êtres humains.
Michaëla : Ne venons-nous pas de faire une guerre pour prouver que nous sommes tous égaux ?
Charlotte : Je suis désolée, docteur. Mais ici personne n’a attaché d’importance à cette guerre. Ils étaient trop occupés à tuer les Indiens. Bonjour Robert.E. Dîtes-moi, y a-t-il un parmi tous ces jolis chevaux qui seraient à vendre ?
Robert.E. : Qui est-ce qui achète ?
Charlotte : C’était une simple petite question que je vous posé.
Robert.E. : Pinto héros.
Charlotte: Ah, Pinto Héros. Jolie poitrails.
Michaëla : Très jolie, oui.
Charlotte : Un bon dos très solide.
Michaëla : Très jolie dos. Ah, des dents magnifiques.
Charlotte : Elles sont pourries !
Michaëla : Oui, peut-être quelques-unes. Oh, j’aime bien celui-ci.
Charlotte : Il est trop vieux.
Michaëla : Oui, mais il a l’air d’avoir…du cœur.
Charlotte : Vous savez monter !
Michaëla : Si je sais monter à cheval ?
Charlotte : Vous savez oui ou non ?
Michaëla : Regardez-moi ! Reste-la,-toi !
Charlotte : Plus de poids sur l’étrier. Sautez ! Allez ! Allez ! Et hop !
Michaëla : Vous l’avez enlevé ?
Sully : Non, je vous ai trouvé quelque chose. C’est ici.
Michaëla : Arrête-toi !
Sully : Si vous voulez survivre, apprenez à vous débrouiller toute seule.
Michaëla : Mais, c’est ce que je fais. Oh, attends. Reviens ! Reviens ! Allez ! Allez ! Avance ! Avance ! Allez ! Voilà. Allez ! Combien ?
Sully : 1 dollar le mois.
Michaëla : ça ira. Qu’est-ce que vous en dîtes ?
Sully : ça n’a pas l’air d’une enceigne.
Charlotte : ça alors, je n’en reviens pas. Je ne sais pas comment vous avez fait pour retrouver toute seule votre chemin jusqu’au village. Sully mériterait que je lui torde le cou.
Michaëla : C’est son nom ?
Charlotte : Il ne vous a même pas dis comment il s’appelait ?
Michaëla : Il n’a pas été très bavard et pour être honnête je n’ai pas osé le faire parler de peur qu’il change d’avis.
Charlotte : Ce n’est pas le genre de Sully. Il a peut-être certains défauts mais c’est un homme de parole.
Michaëla : Pourquoi ne vit-il plus dans sa maison ?
Charlotte : Sully est mineur, il est venu ici en « 59 ». Après l’époque de la ruée vers l’or, il est tombé amoureux d’Abigaël, la fille de Loren.
Michaëla : L’homme qui tient la boutique ?
Charlotte : Oui.
Michaëla : On aurait dit qu’ils ne se connaissaient pas.
Charlotte : Abigaël est morte en accouchant de leur premier enfant. J’ai fais tout ce que j’ai pu, c’est un médecin qui lui fallait mais elle est morte avant d’arriver à Denver. Son bébé aussi. Loren en a voulu à Sully et il lui en veut encore. C’est un homme amer, il a besoin de quelqu’un sur qui exercer sa hargne.
Colleen : Qu’est-ce que s’est sale !
Charlotte : Oui, et c’est pour ça que nous sommes venus.
Colleen : Tiens, ton tablier !
Charlotte : Merci chérie. Vous vous êtes déjà servie d’un ballet auparavant ?
Michaëla : Si, je me suis déjà servie d’un ballet ?
Charlotte : C’est comme pour le cheval, n’est-ce pas ?
Michaëla : Nous avions des domestiques.
Charlotte : je vais vous montrez. Bryan pose le sceau d’eau ici. Colleen, donne-moi ça. Vous prenez une tasse, vous l’a remplissez d’eau et vous aspergez le sol. Vous voyez.
Bryan : Qu’est-ce que s’est docteur Mike ?
Charlotte : Bryan, remet ça à sa place s’il te plaît.
Michaëla : Non, tu peux jouer avec mais tu y fais attention.
Bryan : On dirait un tomahawk.
Matthiew : Ouais, tout ce que tu vois, te fais penser aux Indiens.
Colleen : Bryan adore les Cheyennes.
Bryan : Sully, il en a un de tomahawk.
Michaëla : Hum, j’avais remarqué. Ça sert à tester les réflexes. Regarde…
Bryan : Oh, fais-le encore !
Colleen : Pourquoi vous testez les réflexes ?
Michaëla : Cela me donne certains renseignements sur le cerveau.
Matthiew : Croire que les genoux donnent des renseignements sur la tête des gens, ça, c’est des balivernes.
Colleen : Qu’est-ce que t’y connais, toi ?
Matthiew : Hé !
Charlotte : Les enfants, au travail !
Michaëla : Oh, non, elle se sauve.
Colleen : Ne leur faites pas peur. Les poulets peuvent être méchants.
Michaëla : Comment fais-tu pour prendre les œufs ?
Colleen : Il faut la faire sortir du nid.
Michaëla : Comment ?
Colleen : Vous l’attirez avec les graines et ensuite vous pouvez prendre les œufs sans vous faire piquez. Bravo.
Charlotte : Allez les enfants ! C’est l’heure de partir.
Michaëla : Je ne sais comment vous remerciez.
Charlotte : Ne me remercier pas. Je suis ravie de vous avoir aidé. Je vous souhaite bonne chance, docteur. Ça ne sera pas facile. Maintenant fiston, en route.
Colleen : Au revoir !
Michaëla : Charlotte avait raison, soigner était la seule chose que je savais faire. J’ignorais tous des tâches quotidiennes que ces gens-là considérés comme naturel. Le berceau sculpté, les meubles fait mains, les poils, les casseroles. Sully avait tout laissé à la même place depuis la mort de sa femme. Un coffre à jouet remplie de rêve à jamais perdu. Un petit chausson d’enfant, leur photo de mariage. J’avais le sentiment d’être une intruse.
Charlotte : Bonjour !
Michaëla : Bonjour.
Matthiew : Bonjour.
Colleen : Qu’est-ce que vous êtes jolie.
Charlotte : Trop jolie pour Colorado Springs. Mettez tout ça là-dedans. Venez, il y a quelques personnes auxquelles je voudrais vous présentez. Bonjour Mr James.
Michaëla : Bonjour.
Charlotte : Il y a beaucoup de monde ici. Bonjour Mr. Bray.
Michaëla: Bonjour.
Charlotte : Bonjour Emma, je vous présente le Dr Quinn.
Emma : Oh, bonjour, docteur.
Hank : Sliker, viens vite ! On a un blessé ! Il a chassé, il a tiré et la balle à ricochet sur lui.
Michaëla : Excusez-moi, Messieurs. Je suis médecin. Laissez-moi l’examiner…
Jake : Emmenez-le dans la boutique. Allez vite ! Dépêchez-vous ! On n’a pas besoin d’elle.
Hank : Vous les femmes, allez-vous en ! Allez ! Vous n’avez rien à faire ici. Myra !
Michaëla : Excusez-moi, messieurs ! Laissez-moi passer. Madame, que vous arrive-t-il ?
Loren : Vous là, laissez ma femme tranquille !
Michaëla : Elle est souffrante.
Loren : Elle fait toujours des malaises.
Michaëla : Son cœur bat très fort.
Loren : Mais bien sûr qu’il bat ! Ça va aller, n’est-ce pas, Maud ?
Maud : C’est à cause de l’affolement.
Michaëla : Vous avez une arythmie.
Loren : Mêlez-vous de vos affaires, Mademoiselle.
Michaëla : Je fais mon métier. Il y a des affaires qui vous appartiennent à la maison.
Sully : Je ne les veux pas.
Michaëla : Qu’est-ce que le chef « Bison noir » vous as dit quand il m’a vu passer ?
Sully : Il voulait savoir qui vous étiez.
Michaëla : Que lui avez-vous répondu ?
Sully : Que vous étiez une femme médecin et que vous veniez de l’Est. Je lui ai dit que chez les blancs, il n’y avait que les hommes qui pratiquer la médecine. Et que vous deviez être une blanche un peu folle.
Michaëla : A l’exception de Charlotte, aucun des habitants de Colorado Springs me considérer comme un vrai médecin. Allez, va-t’en ! Je commençais à croire que le grand chef « Bison noir » avait raison. J’étais peut-être folle. J’étais venue à Colorado Springs pour être un médecin pionner et je n’étais devenu qu’un simple panner. Qui est là ?
Matthiew : Matthiew Cooper. Maman a besoin de vous.
Charlotte : Le bébé est descendu mais il ne veut pas sortir. J’ai essayé de le déplacer mais il est toujours bloqué. Emilie.
Michaëla : Il va falloir faire vite.
Charlotte : Emilie.
Michaëla : Découvrez son ventre et essuyez-le avec ça.
Charlotte : ça va aller, calme-toi ! C’est bientôt fini. Vous n’allez pas l’ouvrir !
Michaëla : Je n’ai pas le choix.
Charlotte : Je n’en suis pas sûr.
Michaëla : Je sais ce que je fais. Vous allez lui appliquer ce tampon sur le nez.
Charlotte : Emilie !
Michaëla : Maintenez-le ! Encore. Là, ça suffit.
Charlotte : Oh, petit ange. Quelque chose ne va pas.
Michaëla : Sa trachée est encombrée. Faites-lui un massage.
Charlotte : Non, ça ne marche pas.
Michaëla : Mettez-lui la tête en bas !
Charlotte : Que je lui mette la tête en bas !
Michaëla : Oui, vite ! Attrapez-le par les talons et tapez-lui sur les fesses.
Charlotte : Non !
Michaëla : Encore !
Charlotte : Oui mon bébé. Vous êtes tous les deux sain et sauf. Le docteur vous a sauvez la vie.
Michaëla : Il est en bonne santé, c’est un beau bébé, Emilie. Emilie se remettait bien, son bébé poussait et malgré tout aucun malade ne s’adressait à moi. Je savais qu’il était temps de prendre des mesures draconiennes.
Jake: Bonjour!
Michaëla: Bonjour Mr. Sliker! J’ai besoin de vos services professionnels. J’espère que vous trouverez un moment dans votre emploi du temps surchargé.
Jake : Je ne fais pas les chignons.
Michaëla : Il ne s’agit pas de ça. C’est de vos services médicaux dont j’ai besoin, Mr. Je n’arrive pas à soigner mon mal de dent. J’aimerais avoir votre avis. L’avis d’un médecin.
Jake : Ba, venez à l’intérieur. On va regarder ça. Asseyez-vous !
Michaëla : C’est…
Jake : Je croyais que s’était du côté gauche que vous aviez mal ?
Michaëla : Ah oui, oui, en faites j’ai…j’ai mal des deux côtés mais le pire s’est le côté droit. Oh, c’est une grosse entaille que vous avez là ?
Jake : Un coup de ciseau.
Michaëla : On dirait que la plaie s’est infectée.
Jake : Ouvrez la bouche. Ah, ce n’est pas joli.
Michaëla : Qu’est- ce que vous suggérez ?
Jake : Faut l’arracher !
Michaëla : Me l’arracher !
Jake : Hé oui !
Michaëla : Il n’y a pas une autre solution ?
Jake : Vous m’avez demandé mon avis, je vous l’ai donné.
Michaëla : Oui, bien sûr. Vous avez surement raison et je vous fais confiance et je m’en remets entièrement à vos soins.
Jake : Qu’est-ce que vous dîtes ?
Michaëla : Arrachez-la !
Jake : Et à nous deux. Souvenir ?
Michaëla : Vous me croyez si je vous dis que je me sens déjà beaucoup mieux. Combien je vous dois Mr. Sliker ?
Jake : ça fait 6 pens.
Michaëla : Tenez, cet ogam fera disparaître l’infection de votre plaie. Merci beaucoup Mr Sliker et bonne journée.
Homme : Vous oubliez quelque chose.
Homme 1 : Votre dent madame.
Michaëla : Je pense que je l’ai gagné, vous ne croyez pas ?
Homme : Oui madame.
Homme 1 : Oui, elle l’a mérité, elle a été courageuse.
Michaëla : Comment vous sentez-vous madame Bray ?
Maud : Très bien, je ne suis pas malade.
Charlotte : Vous êtes pâlichonne ?
Michaëla : Je me suis fait arracher une dent.
Charlotte : Quoi ?
Michaëla : Jake Sliker a dit qu’il fallait enlever.
Charlotte : Je suis sûr que votre dent n’était pas gâtée.
Michaëla : Non.
Charlotte : Excusez-moi docteur mais c’est honteux de votre part. Laisser cette brute vous arrachez une dent parfaitement saine.
Michaëla : Vous avez raison.
Charlotte : Cependant, vous deviez avoir une idée derrière la tête. Je vous parie mon dernier dollar qu’un tel courage a dû l’impressionné.
Michaëla : Vous croyez ?
Charlotte : J’en suis sûr. Vous avez beaucoup de cran, un homme n’y est pas indifférent. Du cran.
Michaëla : Charlotte ? Oh non. Comment votre mari est-il mort ?
Charlotte : Bonne question. Il n’est pas mort. Autant que je sache, il fait sa vie quelque part.
Michaëla : Pourquoi les gens vous appelle-t-il la veuve Cooper ?
Charlotte : Bien. Pour eux, c’est une façon ou une autre de se montrer gentil. Poli. Nous avions une ferme tous les deux à Topicka. Il nous a fallu 4 ans avant d’avoir du rendement puis un jour…il a décidé de la vendre sans même m’en parler. Il est venu me voir un matin en disant…je préfère être mineur et chercher de l’or là-bas à Pin Spick.
Michaëla : Mon fiancé ne m’avait jamais parlé de la guerre jusqu’au soir où il est venu dîner vêtu en uniforme d’officier et il a annoncé qu’il partait deux jours après. Deux jours.
Charlotte : Michaël. Nous ne pouvons pas compter sur les hommes. Quand la mine a été épuisée, mon mari a perdu la tête. Et du jour au lendemain, il a disparu en emportant mon bardait.
Michaëla : Oh, je suis désolée Charlotte.
Charlotte : C’est rien. Ce qui est fait est fait. Parlez-moi de votre fiancé.
Michaëla : Il était médecin lui aussi. Nous nous sommes connus à l’hôpital. En ce temps-là, j’étais trop occupé, je ne pensais qu’au travail. Je désertais les réceptions alors que mes sœurs adoraient ça. Et quand j’y assistais, les garçons ne m’invitaient jamais à danser. Il me jugeait comme une fille trop…
Charlotte : Trop brillante.
Michaëla : Je ne voulais pas renoncer à la médecine, alors j’ai abandonné les soirées dansantes.
Charlotte : Pourquoi vous ne vous êtes-vous jamais marié ?
Michaëla : Il a été tué à la guerre.
Charlotte : C’est drôle, qu’importe la façon dont on les perd, on pleure toujours autant.
Homme : Attention madame.
Michaëla : Que s’est-il passé ? C’est terminé ?
Sully : Oui, c’est terminé.
Michaëla : Ils ont trouvé un compromis ?
Sully : Oui, façon de parler. Sherrington déclarera la guerre sauf si « Bison noir » se rend à la réserve au Sud de Sand Crick.
Michaëla : Mais pourquoi ?
Sully : Pourquoi ? Parce qu’il espère monter dans l’estime des hautes personnalités de Washington et devenir le premier gouverneur.
Michaëla : Ce n’est pas ce qu’on appelle une négociation.
Sully : Sherrington n’est pas venu pour troquer mais pour voler.
Michaëla : Un autre mois s’était écoulé et les malades continuaient à me bouder mais un jour, je reçu une visite inattendue.
Jake : Hé !
Michaëla : Bonjour ! Monsieur Jake Sliker en personne.
Jake : L’ogam que vous m’avez donné a fait des miracles.
Michaëla : J’en suis ravie.
Jake : Et vos dents, ça va ?
Michaëla : Très bien. Puis-je vous offrir un rafraîchissement ?
Jake : Non, je dois repartir. Vous connaissez Robert.E. ?
Michaëla : Le maréchal Ferrand !
Jake : Dîtes lui de vous parler de son lumbago la prochaine fois que vous irez en ville.
Michaëla : Il n’a même pas voulu me vendre un cheval.
Jake : Ouais mais je viens de le voir et je lui ai demandé de vous laisser jeter un œil. J’en ai marre de l’entendre se plaindre s’en arrêt.
Michaëla : Je vais voir ce que je peux faire.
Jake : Allez ! Madame.
Michaëla : Bonjour.
Robert.E. : Bonjour.
Michaëla : Je voulais vous remerciez de m’avoir vendu un si bon cheval.
Robert.E. : Il est vieux.
Michaëla : Oui mais il est très robuste.
Robert.E. : Si vous le dîtes.
Michaëla : Ce travail doit être pénible pour les articulations ?
Robert.E. : Oui.
Michaëla : ça pourrait certainement aggraver un lumbago.
Robert.E. : Ouais.
Michaëla : J’ai entendu dire que vous souffriez de cette maladie.
Robert.E. : Ouais.
Michaëla : ça ne vous dérange pas si je vous examine, je voudrais voir si…
Robert.E. : Je ne veux pas d’une femme docteur.
Michaëla : De tous les habitants, je croyais que ça serait vous qui comprendriez le mieux ce que s’est d’être victimes de préjugés.
Robert.E. : Attendez !
Michaëla : Est-ce que ça fait mal ?
Robert.E. : ça ne me fait pas du bien.
Michaëla : Vous voyez cette enflure ici ? Ça s’appelle de l’arthrite. Si vous prenez une pincée de cette poudre 3 fois par jour, ça fera désenfler vos doigts et soulagera un peu la douleur.
Robert.E. : Alors vous ne pouvez pas me soigner ?
Michaëla : Pas tout à fait, non mais ça ira beaucoup mieux.
Robert.E. : Je crois que je vais essayer ça en attendant que le nouveau docteur arrive.
Michaëla : Le nouveau docteur ?
Robert.E. : Le révérend a dit qu’il avait passé une autre annonce dernièrement.
Michaëla : J’exige de savoir pourquoi vous avez passé une autre annonce disant que vous cherchiez un médecin alors que ce poste est déjà pourvu.
Révérend : Je ne voulais pas vous offensez Mademoiselle Quinn.
Michaëla : Dr Quinn.
Révérend : C’est une simple question d’opinion.
Michaëla : Qu’elle opinion, vous avez interrogés mes patients ?
Révérend : Excusez-moi, j’ignorais que vous aviez des patients.
Michaëla : Jake Sliker, Emilie Donovan, Robert.E.
Révérend : Je crois que vous devriez vous calmez docteur.
Michaëla : Je suis très calme, j’attends simplement une réponse.
Bryan : Au secours, docteur Mike. C’est maman, elle s’est fait mordre par un crotale.
Michaëla : Je voudrais une bassine d’eau froide et des oreillers. Colleen, tu veux aller me chercher un verre de cidre. Toi, Bryan, tu peux m’aider à tenir la main de ta maman.
Charlotte : Qu’est-ce que vous faites là ?
Michaëla : Vous avez été mordu par un crotale.
Charlotte : Ah oui.
Michaëla : Ne vous inquiétez pas, je suis là.
Charlotte : J’ai bien…
Michaëla : Fais boire cette potion à ta mère.
Colleen : Tiens maman, il faut que tu boives ça. Maman, encore un peu. Oh, maman.
Charlotte : Dr Mike ?
Michaëla : Oui, Charlotte.
Charlotte : Je voudrais vous demandez quelque chose.
Michaëla : Tout ce que vous voudrez.
Charlotte : Je vous en prie, je vous en prie, Dr Mike. Prenez soin de mes enfants.
Michaëla : Charlotte, pas moi. Je ne suis pas à la hauteur. Je ne connais absolument rien aux enfants. Je ne serais pas les élever. Vous savez à la faculté de médecine, on n’apprend pas ce genre de chose. Et puis vous allez guérir.
Charlotte : Promettez, je vous en prie. Promettez-le-moi.
Michaëla : Je vous le promets.
Charlotte : Bryan.
Colleen : maman, non, Maman, Maman, non.
Révérend : Oh seigneur, plein de miséricorde. Fais que l’âme de Charlotte Cooper qui vient de quitter ce monde, trouve le repos éternel. Seigneur, aider-nous à comprendre que la douleur de la perte est à la mesure de l’amour qui est plus fort que la mort. Amen.
Tous : Amen.
Révérend : Mon fils.
Michaëla : Charlotte avait laissé de nombreuses factures impayées. Et après que la banque eut hypothéquée la pension de famille. Il fut décidé que les enfants viendraient vivre avec moi.
Matthiew : Les chevaux sont à nous, comme tout le reste d’ailleurs. On a le droit de les prendre avec nous.
Michaëla : Mais vous venez juste d’arriver.
Matthiew : Je vais m’installer dans la grange.
Bryan : Je ne veux pas habiter ici !
Colleen : Tu n’as pas le choix, Bryan.
Matthiew : On peut mettre une vache là-dedans.
Michaëla : Oui, je dois t’avouer que…je ne sais pas comment il faut s’en occuper.
Matthiew : Mais vous savez vous occupez de nous, c’est ça ?
Michaëla : Matthiew, je n’ai jamais prétendu que je serais être une bonne mère.
Matthiew : Vous ne serez pas notre mère.
Colleen : Allez viens.
Michaëla : Ce n’est pas ce que je voulais dire, tu me connais, je…je pense que je ne sais pas tenir une maison. Comme beaucoup de médecin, c’est ce que je suis et rien d’autre. J’espérais qu’on pourrait s’entraider et profiter du savoir des uns et des autres. Je suis prête si tu le veux bien.
Bryan : Je veux retourner à la maison !
Matthiew : Arrête de rêver !
Michaëla : Bryan !
Matthiew : Où tu vas comme ça ?
Bryan : Je veux m’en aller. Je veux aller vivre avec les Cheyennes. Lâche-moi !
Matthiew : Calme-toi !
Michaëla : Chère mère, s’il est vrai qu’autrefois, je n’ai pas voulu approfondir mes connaissances sur l’éducation des enfants comme vous le souhaitiez, dernièrement un concours de circonstances m’a fait changer d’attitude. Aussi, tous les conseils que vous voudrez bien me donner sur le sujet seront les bienvenus.
Loren : Oh, espèce de petit maladroit.
Colleen : Laissez-le ! Ne le grondez pas.
Loren : Il a cassé mon bocal de confiserie.
Bryan : Je ne les pas fait exprès.
Loren : Et il a grimpé sur ce tabouret alors que je lui avais interdit de le faire.
Michaëla : Tu as désobéis à Mr Bray ?
Bryan : Je voulais seulement regarder.
Michaëla : Le dégât s’élève à combien ?
Loren : Le bocal coûte 1 dollar, ainsi que les bonbons qu’il contenait, tout ça, ça fait 2 dollars.
Maud : Il n’était qu’à moitié pleins, Loren.
Loren : Ba, 1 dollar 50.
Michaëla : Ajoutez-le à ma note, Mr.
Loren : C’est bien ce que j’avais l’intention de faire mais qui est-ce qui va ramasser les morceaux ?
Bryan : Je ne sais pas faire ça, moi.
Michaëla : Alors tu apprendras.
Bryan : Je te déteste.
Michaëla : Continuons à faire nos courses. Viens. Merci Maud.
Maud : Ce n’était que la vérité.
Michaëla : Maud !
Maud : Mon cœur bat très fort et de façon irrégulière.
Michaëla : Cela vous arrive souvent ?
Maud : C’est de plus en plus fréquent. Une fois peut-être deux fois par semaine.
Michaëla : Ceci est une poudre appelée « Digitaline ». Prenez-en une pincée chaque fois que votre cœur commencera à s’emballer. Ça ralentira son rythme. C’est le seul sachet qu’il me reste mais j’écrirais à Chicago, on m’en enverra. Et vous ne devriez pas vous tuez à la tâche. Je reviens tout de suite. Bonjour Horace, j’ai une lettre à poster.
Horace : Hein ?
Michaëla : Une lettre.
Horace : Ah ! Je crois que je commence à devenir sourd.
Michaëla : Vous devriez me laisser vous examinez.
Horace : Oh non !
Michaëla : Oh, si laissez-moi regarder.
Horace : Non, non, ça va très bien.
Michaëla : Je ne vous ferais pas mal.
Horace : Vous en êtes bien sûr ?
Michaëla : Oui, vous avez une perte d’audition des deux oreilles ou un seulement ?
Horace : C’est celle-là.
Michaëla : Ah ! Asseyez-vous !
Horace : Vous êtes sûr de savoir ce que vous faites ?
Michaëla : Absolument. Oh, je vois très bien ce que s’est.
Horace : C’est vrai ?
Michaëla : Sans aucun doute.
Horace : Et qu’est-ce que c’est ?
Michaëla : Chut ! Ne bougez pas. Il y avait plus de cire que dans un rayon de miel.
Horace : Oh, j’entends bien maintenant. Et vous voulez des timbres en guise de remerciements docteur ?
Michaëla : Si vous vouliez envoyer ce télégramme à Chicago, je pense que nous serions quittes.
Horace : Oh, ça me paraît bien comme ça. Vous commandez des médicaments ?
Michaëla : C’est exact. Et c’est vraiment très important.
Horace : Je vais l’envoyer tout de suite.
Michaëla : Merci Horace.
Horace : A votre service.
Myra : Et docteur ? Il faut que vous m’aidiez.
Hank : Myra, qu’est-ce que tu fais par la fenêtre ?
Myra : Rien.
Homme : Hé, les bières, elles viennent ? Bon, c’est à qui de donner ?
Hank : Je vais être obligé de vous demander de sortir, Mademoiselle.
Michaëla : Et je vais être obligé de refuser. Où pouvons-nous parler ?
Myra : Oui.
Hank : Les femmes ne sont pas admises ici.
Michaëla : Je ne suis pas une femme, je suis un médecin. Asseyez-vous ! Oh, il craque votre lit ! Comment vous appelez-vous ?
Myra : Myra.
Michaëla : Et moi Dr Quinn.
Myra : J’ai aimé ce que vous avez répondu au patron tout à l’heure.
Michaëla : Je n’approuve pas l’hypocrisie masculine.
Myra : Non ? Moi non plus.
Michaëla : Dîtes-moi de quoi vous souffrez ?
Myra : Oh, de…oh, de…j’ai…vous savez…enfin vous voyez ce que je veux dire.
Michaëla : Une maladie purement féminine. Avez-vous déjà était examiné pour ce genre de chose ?
Myra : Non.
Michaëla : Vous n’avez absolument rien à craindre. Merci Myra. Maintenant, je retrouverais mon chemin. Vous devez rester au lit et vous reposez pendant deux jours au moins. Et aucune activité pendant un mois.
Myra : Hank va m’en vouloir à mort !
Michaëla : L’homme qui tient le saloon ? Je vais m’en occuper.
Myra : Attendez ! Ce ne sont pas des vrais mais elles sont bien imitées.
Michaëla : Oh, elles sont très jolies. Merci.
Myra : Ah non, c’est plutôt moi qui devrais vous dire merci.
Michaëla : Je reviendrais vous voir dans une semaine. Hank ! J’ai donné à Myra l’ordre de rester chaste pendant un mois.
Hank : Chaste ?
Michaëla : Elle ne doit pas travailler.
Hank : Elle travaille pour moi.
Homme : Vous avez qu’à prendre sa place tant que vous y êtes !
Michaëla : J’ai bien peur que ça n’entre pas dans le cadre de mon travail. Je suis médecin et j’espère qu’aucun de vous ne sera assez fou pour passer un moment avec Myra avant la fin du mois.
Hank : Fichez-le camp !
Homme : Ouais, fais ce que te dis l’homme !
Homme 1 : On n’en a pas encore fini avec vous, Mademoiselle.
Homme : Mais embrasse-la Cole !
Michaëla : Ôtez-vous de mon chemin !
Homme : Et tu me fais pas peur, homme des montagnes !
Sully : Venez !
Michaëla : Montez dans la voiture !
Colleen : Bryan a très bien balayé les bonbons.
Michaëla : Dépêchez-vous ! Merci. De toute cette débâcle, j’avais presque oublié Bryan et le bocal de bonbon mais lui s’en souvenais et il était toujours furieux après moi. Bryan ! Bryan ! Bryan !
Matthiew : Qu’est-ce qui se passe ?
Michaëla : Bryan s’est enfui !
Matthiew : Je vais sceller les chevaux !
Michaëla : Non ! Tu restes ici et tu veilles sur Colleen.
Matthiew : Non, pas question.
Michaëla : Fais ce que je te dis Matthiew ! Bryan ! Bryan ! Bryan ! Bryan ! Sully, je vous en prie, dîtes-lui de me laisser partir !
Sully : (Parle en Indiens)
Indien : (Parle en Indiens)
Sully : Il a dit que vous étiez égaré alors ils vous ont amenés ici pour vous protégez.
Michaëla : Je ne m’étais pas égaré même si je ne savais pas où j’allais. Bryan s’est enfuit cette nuit. Il y a longtemps qu’il avait décidé de partir vivre avec les Cheyennes comme vous. Pour lui vous êtes un héros.
Sully : C’est vrai ?
Michaëla : Oui, c’est vrai. Alors il doit être là quelque part à vagabonder dans le froid au milieu des animaux sauvages.
Bison noir : (Parle en Indiens)
Sully : (Parle en Indiens)
Bison noir : (Parle en Indiens)
Sully : Le chef « Bison noir » dit que ces hommes partiront à la recherche du petit garçon dès le lever du soleil.
Michaëla : Je vous remercie.
Sully : HAHO !
Michaëla: AHO!
Sully: HAHO!
Michaëla: HAHO!
Bison noir : (Parle en Indiens)
Michaëla : Dans combien de temps partons-nous ?
Sully : Vous restez là ! Toutes les femmes restent au camp.
Michaëla : Toutes sauf moi.
Sully : Les Cheyennes pensent que si une femme se comporte comme un homme, elle deviendra un homme.
Michaëla : Je prends le risque. Non, je n’ai pas très faim.
Sully : Si vous voulez chercher Bryan au lever du jour, vous devriez manger même si vous n’avez pas faim.
Michaëla : La dernière fois que j’ai mangé du maïs s’était au bord de la rivière « Chance ».
Sully : C’est où ça ?
Michaëla : Chez moi. Vous n’avez jamais eu le mal du pays ?
Sully : Non.
Michaëla : Vous croyez que Bryan est en danger tout seul dehors ?
Sully : Personne ne peut le savoir.
Michaëla : J’ai trahi Charlotte Cooper.
Sully : Non, c’est faux. Vous avez fait de votre mieux. Parfois la vie nous joue de mauvais tour. C’est ce qu’on appelle le destin.
Jake : T’inquiète pas petite, on va les retrouver. Allez en route !
Michaëla : Bryan !
Matthiew : Bryan ! Bryan !
Loren : Jake, mon révérend, Matthiew venaient avec moi. Vous autres aller voir dans le ravin.
Michaëla : C’est un morceau de sa chemise.
Sully : Cherche, allez, cherche !
Loren : Ils sont sortis de la réserve.
Matthiew : Ils sont peut-être allés chasser.
Loren : Ils pourraient être aussi le gibier.
Révérend : Ecouter Loren, on a assez d’ennui comme ça sans que vous alliez vous battre avec les Indiens.
Loren : Les peaux-rouges ne tiennent pas les promesses qu’ils ont faites aux blancs.
Matthiew : Je crois que vous n’avez pas tout compris, Mr Bray.
Loren : Ecoutes fiston, on sait tous que ta mère défendait les Indiens. Qu’elle repose en paix mais ce n’est pas le moment de faire du sentiment.
Révérend : Non, Matthiew a raison et puis il ne faut pas tirer de conclusion trop hâtive.
Loren : Je vois ce que je vois. Ils sont là et bien là comme le nez au milieu de la figure. Ray, va au fort et dis-le au colonel Sherrington, on les surveille.
Michaëla: Bryan! Bryan!
Bryan: Dr Mike!
Michaëla : Ne t’inquiète pas, Sully va venir te chercher.
Sully : Accroche-toi bien !
Michaëla : Comment ça va ?
Bryan : J’ai mal.
Michaëla : Où ça ?
Bryan : A ma jambe.
Michaëla : Il a la jambe cassée. Il faudrait une attelle.
Sully : Je vais vous trouvez ça. Allez viens !
Michaëla : ça va aller, Bryan. Mais d’abord je vais te mettre une attelle pour pouvoir te déplacer.
Sully : Tenez !
Michaëla : S’il vous plaît. Tenez-lui la main !
Sully : Mord ça !
Michaëla : Oh, tu es très courageux.
Nuage d’encens : (Parle en Indiens)
Michaëla : Il va bien.
Matthiew : Je crois que c’est le Dr Mike. Bryan est peut-être avec elle.
Sherrington : A mon signal. En avant marche !
Matthiew : Non, attendais colonel.
Sully : Venez ! Mais qu’est-ce que vous faites ?
Michaëla : Non, arrêtez, écoutez-moi ! Je vais vous expliquez, arrêtez ! Arrêtez !
Sherrington : Oh, stop ! Halte ! Halte soldat ! Au diable cette femme ! Vous entravez les décisions du gouvernement. Non.
Sully : Non, attendez.
Michaëla : Nous cherchions un enfant qui avait disparu. Mon petit garçon s’était enfuit et c’est brave gens m’ont aidé à le retrouver.
Sherrington : Les Cheyennes ont enfreins la loi fédérale en quittant leur réserve et cet incident s’est produit plus d’une fois.
Michaëla : C’est ma faute colonel, veuillez accepter toutes mes excuses.
Sherrington : Allez, on fait demi-tour.
Soldat : Demi-tour !
Matthiew : Bryan !
Michaëla : Il va bien.
Matthiew : ça va Bryan ?
Bryan : oui ça va. Je suis fier de toi Dr Mike.
Matthiew : Merci.
Michaëla : La pauvre Colleen doit être morte d’inquiétude. On rentre à la maison. La fracture de Bryan était complètement réduite, tout était rentré dans l’ordre. J’aurais aimé pouvoir en dire autant des relations avec les Cheyennes. Les habitants de la ville vivaient dans la peur et les soldats étaient nerveux, mais à l’approche de l’hiver un timide espoir de paix s’installa. Quand à ma clientèle, et bien disons que je m’occupais de cas extrêmement particulier. Bonjour.
Révérend : Bonjour. Comment va le cochon de Mr Stortown ?
Michaëla : Très bien merci. Je ne savais pas que les cochons étaient aussi intelligents.
Loren : J’ai entendu des fermiers dire qu’ils étaient plus malins que les chiens.
Bryan : Mais moins que les loups.
Loren : Je n’ai pas parlé du loup.
Colleen : ça vous plaît ?
Michaëla : C’est très jolie. Mais l’essentiel c’est que ça te plaise à toi. Nous le prenons.
Loren : Vous ne voulez pas connaître le prix d’abord ?
Maud : Tu vas te faire une robe neuve pour le bal de noël ?
Colleen : 7 mètres, s’il vous plaît.
Loren : Il y a rien de pire que de gâté les enfants.
Michaëla : Qu’est-ce que tu regardes comme ça, Bryan ? On dirait le loup de Sully.
Révérend : C’est lui. Et c’est Sully qui l’a sculpté.
Michaëla : Je croyais qu’il était mineur.
Loren : C’est un bon à rien.
Matthiew : Alors pourquoi vous vendez ces sculptures ?
Loren : Ce n’est pas moi qui les mises là.
Maud : Elle appartenait à notre fille.
Loren : ça suffit !
Michaëla : Je vous l’achète.
Colleen : Dr Mike !
Loren : Maud !
Michaëla : Maud !
Loren : Maud ! Maud !
Michaëla : Maud, la poudre où est-elle ?
Loren : Mais qu’elle poudre ? De quoi vous parlez ?
Michaëla : Maud, écoutez-moi !
Loren : Aidez-moi à la monter dans sa chambre.
Michaëla : Non !
Loren : On ne peut pas la laisser là couché sur le sol.
Michaëla : Il ne faut pas la déplacer. Maud ! Dîtes-moi où est la poudre ?
Maud : Fini sachet.
Michaëla : Mon dieu ! Maintenez-lui bien la tête. Ne la déplacer pas.
Homme : Hé !
Michaëla : Horace ! Le sac postal !
Horace : Il vient d’arriver. Hé, mais c’est la propriété du gouvernement.
Michaëla : Je vous en prie Horace, il faut que vous m’aidiez !
Horace : Mais qu’est-ce que vous avez à vous affolez ?
Michaëla : …à trouver ce remède !
Horace : Mais…
Michaëla : Je vous en prie aidez-moi !
Horace : Mais j’ai regardé, ce colis vient de Boston.
Michaëla : Non.
Horace : Je croyais que vous vouliez un peu…
Michaëla : Non, non, non, non, le remède que j’ai commandé vient de Chicago.
Horace : Mais je ne l’ai pas, il n’est pas encore arrivé.
Loren : Faites quelque chose ?
Michaëla : Je regrette, il n’y a plus rien à faire.
Loren : Maud, Maud, ne t’en va pas.
Michaëla : J’avais déjà perdu des malades mais jamais par manque de médicaments. Les frontières des terres colonisées créaient une injustice qui me révoltée.
Bryan : Tu en veux encore ?
Michaëla : Non.
Colleen : Vous n’avez pas encore lu votre lettre.
Michaëla : Chère Michaëla, c’est comme ça que ma mère m’appelle. Chère Michaëla, je viens de recevoir ta lettre datée du 10 novembre. J’ai dû mal à croire que ton courrier est mis un mois à me parvenir. Tout ce que je t’écris sera obsolète. « Obsolète », c’est quand quelque chose est démodée et n’a plus cours aujourd’hui. Tout ce que je t’écris sera obsolète quand tu le lieras mais c’est ainsi. Mary est enceinte. Mary est ma sœur aînée. Le bébé doit naître en mai. Peut-être seras-tu revenue parmi nous. J’ose espérer que tu ne resteras pas toute ta vie parmi ces sauvages. Tu es une femme civilisée, non, une campagnarde. Quand à mes conseils sur l’éducation des enfants, revient à la maison, trouve un mari et élève tes propres enfants. Qui est là ?
Sully : Sully, ouvrez ! « Bison noir » est blessé.
Michaëla : Allongez-le sur la table !
Sully : (Parle en Indiens) Sherrington et ces hommes ont attaqués le village par surprise. Ils ont tout brûlé sur le passage et massacrés presque tout le monde.
Michaëla : Il a une balle logée dans le cou.
Sully : Vous pouvez la retirer ?
Michaëla : Je crois, oui mais son cou et enfler, ça gêne le passage de l’air, il ne peut pas respirer. Il y a autre chose à faire avant.
Sully : Quoi ?
Nuage d’encens : (Parle en Indiens)
Sully : Non, non, non. (Parle en Indiens) J’espère que vous savez ce que vous faites.
Michaëla : ça s’appelle une trachéotomie. Ça l’aider à respirer. C’est quelque chose pour calmer la douleur. Dîtes-le lui.
Sully : (Parle en Indiens) Il n’a pas peur de la douleur. Dès le lever du soleil, Sherrington et ces hommes rechercheront le cadavre de Bison noir. Quand ils ne le trouveront pas, ils viendront ici.
Michaëla : Il ne faut pas le déplacer, il se remettrait à saigner. Puis d’autre part, je dois suturer ma trachéotomie dès que son cou aura dégonflé. Comment êtes-vous devenu si proche d’eux ?
Sully : Vous voyez ce loup là-bas ? Certaines personnes pensent qu’il est méchant. Mais pour moi c’est un ami. C’est pareil avec les Indiens. Il y a 30 ans quand l’homme blanc a posé le pied pour la première fois sur ces terres. Il y avait des milliers de loup comme lui. Ensuite le gouvernement a décidé de les exterminés. Maintenant ils n’en restent que quelques centaines. A ce que je vois, il se passe la même chose avec les Indiens.
Michaëla : Nous pourrions cacher Bison noir dans la grange.
Sully : Merci.
Nuage d’encens : (Parle en Indiens)
Sully : Il veut savoir combien de temps il doit rester immobile ?
Michaëla : Un jour au moins avant que la plaie cicatrise.
Sully : (Parle en Indiens) Vous feriez mieux de retourner dans la maison.
Michaëla : Allez, Bryan, Matthiew. Bryan m’es la table. Colleen. Matthiew, tu as effacé leurs empreintes ?
Matthiew : Il ne reste aucunes traces.
Colleen : Et si jamais il vous reconnaissait ?
Michaëla : Asseyez-vous tous les trois.
Soldat : Madame !
Michaëla : Qu’est-ce que je peux faire pour vous ?
Soldat : Nous recherchons des renégats, ils ont dû passer par là.
Michaëla : Les Indiens ? Ici dans les parages ?
Soldat : Désolé, mais nous avons ordres de fouiller toutes les maisons.
Michaëla : Et bien allez-y faites !
Soldat : Si vous voyez des renégats, envoyer le garçon au fort.
Michaëla : Oui monsieur.
Soldat : Madame.
Michaëla : Monsieur.
Soldat : Allons voir dans la grange. Va voir par-là ! Il n’y a personne.
Sully : Il faut que je t’empreinte un cheval fiston.
Matthiew : Avec plaisir.
Sully : Mais je ne peux pas te promettre de le rapporter.
Matthiew : ça ne fait rien.
Sully : Ta mère t’a très bien élevé.
Bryan : Tu n’en prends pas un pour toi ?
Sully : Non.
Bryan : Ah bon, pourquoi ?
Sully : J’ai peur des chevaux.
Bryan : C’est vrai ?
Sully : Oui. J’en ai toujours eu peur. On a tous peur de quelque chose. Le chef Bison noir vient de vous donner un nom Cheyennes. « Médecine woman ».
Michaëla : Que va-t-il faire maintenant ?
Sully : Ce qu’il s’est toujours refusé à faire. Se battre. Bien, je vais m’en aller. Allez viens Wolf !
Michaëla : Nous n’avons pas revu Sully après cet incident. Comme s’il avait disparu au cœur de l’hiver. Mais avec l’hiver est venue la veillée de noël. Colleen était impatiente d’aller au bal de l’église mais lorsque ce jour tant attendu arriva, il neigeait à gros flocons.
Matthiew : Il va bientôt avoir une tempête de neige. Il reste plus qu’à enlever nos beaux habits.
Colleen : Non, je ne veux pas. Ça va s’arrêter d’une minute à l’autre.
Matthiew : Foutaise.
Colleen : La ferme.
Michaëla : ça suffit ! C’est une façon de parler la veille de la naissance du Jésus.
Matthiew : Elle pleure maintenant.
Michaëla : A noël, on ne pense pas qu’à s’amuser, Colleen.
Colleen : Je sais mais j’attendais ce bal depuis si longtemps.
Bryan : Et le sapin comment on va faire pour le décorer ?
Matthiew : Si tu sors, tu vas te faire dévorer par l’affreux monstre des neiges.
Michaëla : Noël, ce n’est pas non plus mettre des guirlandes sur les arbres.
Matthiew : Ouais, et c’est surtout pas se mettre en grande toilette.
Michaëla : Non. Non, tu as raison. Cependant, je crois que Dieu ne nous tiendrait pas rigueur d’être élégant et propre pour une fois.
Bryan : Le monstre des neiges ?
Matthiew : Oui, l’affreux monstre des neiges va te dévorer tout cru.
Michaëla : Vous savez ce que nous allons faire ? Nous allons chanter de beaux chants de noël. Allez chanter avec moi ! Seigneur, accordez-nous la force d’accepter les malheurs qui nous ont accablés cette année. Je vous en prie seigneur, donnez-nous le courage de faire face aux défis qui nous attendent. A chaque fois que ça vous ai possible, veiller sur nous et protégez-nous du mal. Nous vous remercions de nous avoir réunis, de nous garder en bonne santé et de nous donner à manger. Seigneur, s’il vous plaît, dîtes à Charlotte que nous pensons souvent à elle et qu’elle nous manquera toujours. Amen.
Les enfants : Amen.
Colleen : A chaque fois que vous vous adressez à Dieu, on dirait qu’il est à table assis avec nous.
Michaëla : J’imagine qu’il est là.
Bryan : Dr Mike ? Tu crois que Maman serait fâchée si je t’appelais maman aussi.
Michaëla : Je crois qu’elle ne serait pas du tout fâchée.
Bryan : Tant mieux.
Michaëla : Matthiew !
Sully : Bonsoir !
Michaëla : Je vous en prie, entrez ! Venez-vous réchauffez près du feu. Colleen sert lui une tasse de thé.
Sully : Joyeux noël, Bryan.
Bryan: Merci Sully.
Sully: Colleen.
Colleen: Ah, merci Mr. Sully.
Sully: Matthiew.
Matthiew: Merci.
Michaëla: Dr Quinn, medicine Woman.
Sully : ça, c’est une enceigne.
Michaëla : Elle est jolie.
Sully : Joyeux noël Michaëla.
Michaëla : Merci Sully.
Sully : De rien. Et bien, je vous laisse. Au revoir.
Michaëla : Non, attendez ! J’aimerais que vous restiez. Dîner avec nous.
Sully : Avec plaisir.
Michaëla : J’étais venu dans le Colorado pour être reconnu en tant que médecin mais j’y ai trouvé beaucoup plus. J’ai trouvé une maison, une nouvelle famille et pour noël, j’ai reçu le plus beau cadeau du monde. « L’amour ».

ACT ONE FADE IN: OMITTED 1 - 4 A WOMAN'S VOICE Warm, rich-toned, plays over... A MONTAGE OF DAGUERREOTYPES: PHOTO - BEACON HILL - DAY (STOCK-STILL) Beacon Hill's fashionable Louisburg square, Mount Vernon Street. The small village green is shrouded in white, its many cobblestone street, lined with stately four-storey townhouses. THE CAMERA PUSHES in on number "10".

MICHAELA (V.O.) I was born in Boston, Massachusetts on February 15,1833.

PHOTO - QUINN FAMILY PORTRAIT - DAY 4B A formal portrait of a family of seven. The father and mother are seated, the children, all female, lined up behind them, except for the youngest, seated on the father's knee.

CLOSER on the smiling, charismatic patriarch...

MIKE (V.O.) My father was a physician of excellent repute, possessed of wit, charm and an amiable disposition. ...

MOVING to the austere matriarch...

MIKE (V.O.) My mother was made of sterner stuff, though a fine homemaker and an authority on rose gardening. ... and CONTINUING across the line of four girls, ranging in age from nine to sixteen...

MIKE (V.O.) I was the last of five children, the four before me all girls. My father, being a man of science, firmly believed that the odds would finally dictate the birth of a long-awaited son. He would be name Michael. ...

COMING TO REST on the pretty little girl on daddy's knee...

MIKE (V.O.) I was named Michaela

PHOTO - DR. QUINN - MIKE - IN HORSE BUGGY - DAY 4C A picture of a one-horse buggy with a ten year-old Mike seated next to her father at the reins. She holds up his medical bag proudly. MIKE (V.O.) My father nicknamed me Mike, and from the beginning, he allowed me greater freedom than my sisters.

PHOTO - EXT. COLLEGE GRADUATION - DAY 4D A graduation picture. Two dozen young women in caps and gown. CAMERA MOVES in on Mike.

MIKE (V.O.) He encouraged me to attend medical school, but none would admit women. I finally received my M.D. from the Women's Medical College of Pennsylvania, a fine Quaker institution and the first of its kind.

PHOTO - INT. SURGICAL THEATRE - DAY (STOCK-STILL) 4E MIKE (V.O.) I joined my father's practice, and for seven years we worked side-by-side until... PHOTO - INT. PARLOUR - DAY 4F Of an open casket. Mike's father lies in state ... INT. PARLOUR - DAY 4G SUPER: BOSTON, 1867 ... as the picture comes to life. A solemn wake is in progress. The elegant room is filled with flowers and Boston's uppercrust, all dressed in the long, heavy fashion of the time, somber black for the occasion. The mourners file by the open casket. The family is last. Mike's sisters first, now grown women, then her mother, then Mike...

MIKE (V.O.) My mother would say he spoiled me. I would say he gave me the freedom to be myself.

CLOSE ON MIKE Tears stream down her cheeks. On impulse, she moves forward, bending to embrace her father, but her mother interrupts, pulling her back with an unspoken reproach. A look passes between them - her mother so contained, Mike so overflowing...

MIKE (V.O.) My mother did not approve of any of this. She thought me headstrong and intemperate. DISSOLVE TO: INT. OFFICE - DAY 5 MIKE (V.O.) And so I was... Mike sits at one side of a large partner's desk. The other side is painfully empty. The room has been converted to an office-examining room, but it sits idle. The only SOUNDS are the ticking of a mantle clock, the crackling of the fire. Mike stares at nothing, waiting for something... when the door opens and her mother enters. MOTHER Enough is enough, Michaela. Your father is gone, and so are his patients.

MIKE They were my patients, too.

MOTHER (shakes her head) Your father, God rest his soul, indulged you in a fantasy.

MIKE I have a medical degree, Mother. That is not a fantasy.

MOTHER In this world it is. A beat, as Mike looks into her mother's ungiving eyes, then...

MIKE Then perhaps I belong in a different world

DISSOLVE TO: INT. MIKE'S BEDROOM -DAY 6

Mike moves about the room collecting personal items: books, a stack of old letters, her framed medical degree, daguerreotypes - various family photos and one of a young man in Union uniform - lingering on them and the memories they evoke, as she places them in the suitcase. A MAID carefully packs Mike's clothes into a large truck.

MIKE (V.O.) I found an advertisement in the Globe for a town doctor in the Colorado Territory. Mike surveys the room for anything she might have forgotten, but it's stripped of all that is personal. The maid stops what she's doing and shares a sentimental look with Mike, who staves off tears by glancing back down at the suitcase - civilization packed into a leather valise...

INT. FOYER - DAY (LATER) 7 Mike, descends the staircase, past a gallery of family portraits, carrying the suitcase and her medical bag.

MIKE (V.O.) I sent a telegram detailing my experience and qualifications. In less than a week, I received a return telegram, offering me the position. At the base, she places it atop a large traveling trunk and goes to a door which has two small brass plaques hanging on hooks. The first reads "J. Quinn, M.D.", the second "M. Quinn, M.D." She runs her fingers loving across the first, then removes the latter.

MIKE (V.O.) After careful consideration, I made up my mind to go West, where my services were needed, where my skills would be appreciated... She turns to find her mother, standing in the archway to the parlour. The regard each other across a chasm of misunderstanding

MIKE ...where I might finally be accepted as a doctor DISSOLVE TO:

OMITTED 8 - 10 EXT. KANSAS - DAY 11 The Great Plains. Flat, empty, grassy land as far as the eye can see.

MIKE (V.O.) It was ten days by train to St. Louis, then seven more by stagecoach over trails that consisted of nothing more than two ruts in the grass. A STAGECOACH Rolls into view, pulled by six horses.

INT. STAGECOACH - DAY (SAME TIME) 12 Wrapped against the cold, Mike bumps along in the company of a pregnant young woman, EMILY, and her YOUNG SON, seated opposite, and a waistcoated "DANDY", sitting beside her. They're all tired and dirty, but resigned. The dandy does simple card tricks for the child. Mike and Emily share a smile over his pleasure.

DISSOLVE TO: INT. ANOTHER ANGLE - FURTHER ON - DAY 12A

The dandy is asleep. So is Emily. The boy stares at Mike expectantly. She knows no card tricks. Instead, she rummages in her black medical bag and produces a stethoscope. She leans across and places the listening ends into his ears, then places the scope onto his chest. His eyes open wide at the sound of his own heart. He listens... then smiles

DISSOLVE TO: INT. ANOTHER ANGLE - FURTHER ON - DAY 12B All of the other passengers are asleep, except for Mike. She stares out the window.

EXT. MIKE'S POV - DAY (SAME TIME - STOCK) 13 Prairie forever. But then, something appears on the horizon. Too small to make out, but growing larger on approach. Finally, it can be seen to be Indians, wearing skins and feathers, but no war colors.

INT. STAGECOACH - DAY (SAME TIME) 13A

MIKE (V.O.) My father taught me that different customs, language or color of skin were not causes for prejudice or hostility. But as I saw real Indians for the first time, I could not reason with the knots in my stomach.

EXT. MIKE'S POV - SAME TIME - DAY / STOCK 14 Suddenly, the Indians reign up some hundred feet away. They sit on their fidgety horses and just watch the coach.

INT.

STAGECOACH - DAY - SAME TIME 14A Mike watches back, shaky, as the coach passes them without changing speed. She turns to look out the rear window and sees them recede in the distance, still sitting, still watching...

DISSOLVE TO: EXT. COLORADO TOWN - GENERAL STORE - DAY 15 The stagecoach rolls onto the short, rutted mainstreet of this rough, dreary frontier town. Stray dogs scatter, hitched horses spook. The spring thaw has everything knee-deep in mud, and swarms of flies hover on the manure. The stage stops in front of "Bray's General Store". The sour-faced proprietor, LOREN BRAY, has come to the door. Beside him appears his wife, MAUDE, every bit as dour. She wipes her hands on her apron and goes back inside. The dandy is the first one out of the coach, holding the door for Mike, Emily and the boy. Legs are shaky from the long ride. There's no place to step but into the mud. Mike looks down at her highbutton shoes, disappearing into the muck. Appalled, she lifts one up with a slurp of suction. The shoe is ruined. Mike gives up and steps back down with a squish. She looks around, taking in the raw lines of the town, as its motley array of locals stare back at the newcomers.

EXT. MIKE'S POV / GENERAL STORE - DAY (SAME TIME) The Pike mountains loom in the distance. There's also a feed store, a telegraph office, a barber shop, a livery stable, a saloon and a few other nondescript store fronts, all slapped together of rough-hewn plank wood. The stage driver tosses luggage from atop the coach down to the dandy and Bray. Mike's trunk is lowered into the mud. She tries to intercept it, but it's too late. Her suitcase is next, but she manages to get it and places it on the trunk, all the while holding tight to her black medical bag, which she carries with her at all times. Emily and her son are greeted by her husband, a young man in a rumpled suit. He takes their boxes and walks them toward a rough clapboard house with a sign in the window advertising a tailor and seamstress. Emily's caught up in her husband, but the boy waves to Mike as they head off. She waves back, then looks around for any sign of someone there to greet her, but there's no one. She looks down at her skirts, dragging heavily in the mud. She lifts them slightly, making her way around to where the driver is conferring with Bray.

MIKE (to Bray) Pardon me. Where might I find Reverend Johnson?

BRAY (gesturing) Down to the church. MIKE Thank you. (re: baggage) May I leave those there for a while?

BRAY Ya mean, will they be there when ya git back?

MIKE Well, I....

BRAY We're not all thieves on the frontier, Miss. MIKE No, of course not. (quickly) I was just concerned whether they'd be in anyone's way.

BRAY Nope. He goes back inside. She stares after him a beat, then trudges off, her shoes sucked into the mud with each step. E

XT. BARBER SHOP - (DAY) MOMENTS LATER 17 She walks past the barber shop, a crude candy cane pole stands by the door. The barber, JAKE SLICKER, leas against it. He tips his hat and smiles at Mike, as she goes by. She nods.

EXT. SALOON - (DAY) MOMENTS LATER 18 She passes the saloon, where two "bar girls", one a young redhead, MYRA, look out over the swinging doors, like captives. Mike smiles at them. They're amazed.

EXT. TREATY COUNCIL AREA - (DAY) MOMENTS LATER 19 Mike turns the corner to see an ordinary clapboard church with a cemetery on one side. However, the scene in the field on the other side is far from ordinary and certainly unlike anything Mike has ever seen... A hundred Cheyenne Indians sit atop skins to protect them from the wet grass. They're focused on a half-dozen white men, wearing military uniforms, and an equal number of Indian dignitaries, conferring through translators in front of a large teepee and an army regulation field tent, side-by-side. Smaller teepees line the periphery in the b.g.

AT THE CHURCH Mike finds a rumpled, thirty-ish clergyman, REVEREND TIMOTHY JOHNSON, sleeves rolled up, hands dirty, at work painting the church.

MIKE Pardon me... (he stops) Would you be Reverend Timothy Johnson?

REVEREND (smiles) How may I help you? She returns the smile, offers her hand.

MIKE I'm Michaela Quinn. Something about the name rings a bell, as he awkwardly wipes his hands on a rag and reaches to shake her hand. She sees his confusion.

MIKE (continuing) M.D. And that still doesn't do it...

MIKE Your new doctor. That does it all right. His hand drops. So does his smile. He glances down at her medical bag.

REVEREND I'm afraid I don't understand... The telegram said Michael Quinn.

MIKE No... I believe I spelled it out quite clearly. That's Michael with an 'a'. My father was expecting a male.

REVEREND So was I. He stares at her, genuinely distressed. She stares back, trying not to let on her concern.

REVEREND Please come with me.

MIKE Certainly. He heads for the main street. Michaela falls in beside him, fighting the mud to keep pace. She glances back at the Indians.

MIKE What's going on?

REVEREND (a look) Treaty Council. Union Colonel Chivington and Cheyenne Chief Black Kettle. The Army's negotiating with the Indians for the land north of Sand Creek. She has no idea where that might be, but looks back over her shoulder, focusing on the two men at the center of attention... MIKE'S POV Of a bearish, bearded man in Union uniform, COLONEL CHIVINGTON, and a high-cheeked Indian, wearing chief's feathers woven through his black braids, CHIEF BLACK KETTLE... Next to the chief is a white man... BYRON SULLY ... dressed in half-western/half-Indian clothes, ruggedly handsome. Beside him sits a large grey timber wolf. Not watching where she's going, Mike steps in a chug hole and goes sprawling in the mud. The Reverend is quick to try to help her up, but she struggles back to her feet on her own, thoroughly embarrassed.

REVEREND Are you alright?

MIKE Fine, thank you. She looks down at her mud-smeared dress, makes a futile gesture to wipe it with her also-muddy hands, then gives up and wipes them on the back of her dress.

MIKE Just fine. And, with as much authority as she can muster, she starts for town. The Reverend shakes his head to himself and follows.

INT. TELEGRAPH OFFICE - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 20 The telegraph clerk, HORACE, sits at a cluttered toll-top desk when Mike and the Reverend enter Horace registers Mike's dishevelled appearance, but makes no comment.

HORACE What kin I do fer ya, Revren? REVEREND That telegram you received from the doctor in Boston?... HORACE Yep?...

REVEREND How was it signed?

HORACE Whatcha mean?

REVEREND You didn't change anything?

HORACE 'Course not. The Reverend looks at Mike, momentarily triumphant, but then... HORACE 'Cept for that 'nitial. The Reverend turns back to him.

HORACE Didn't think ya'd give a hoot what his middle name was. It sinks in.

MIKE The middle initial didn't happen to be an "a", did it?

HORACE (impressed) That's right, young lady.

She turns to the Reverend, whose lips purse, as Horace rattles on.

HORACE Them Easterners always trying to make ev'rythin' fancy. I jus' like to keep things simple. Yessir, that's my motto, keep it simple. The Reverend leaves without a work, to Horace's surprise. Mike follows.

OMITTED 21 - 21A EXT. COOPER HOUSE - DAY (SHORT TIME LATER) 22 Mike trudges through the mud toward the boarding house, the Reverend following her now. REVEREND This is most embarrassing, Miss Quinn. I want to apologize for the inconvenience. We will, of course, pay your way back to Boston. MIKE That won't be necessary, thank you. Colorado Springs needs a doctor, and I happen to be one. She knocks on the door. REVEREND You don't understand. No one's ever heard of a lady doctor out here. MIKE There's always a first time. REVEREND But Miss, there are no respectable single women in Colorado Springs. MIKE That's a shame, Reverend. Every town should have a t least one. They arrive at the door, and she KNOCKS decisively. REVEREND (flustered, gesturing) Widow Cooper doesn't allow lady boarders. The door is opened by a good-looking teenager, MATTHEW.

REVEREND (to Matthew) Fetch your mother.

MATTHEW (calls behind him) Ma!

Nine year-old BRIAN COOPER appears.

MATTHEW (to Brian) Where's Ma?

CHARLOTTE (O.S.) Comin'. Momentarily.

CHARLOTTE COOPER appears at a side door to the kitchen. She's a handsome, no-nonsense woman, early forties. Beside her appears twelve year-old COLLEEN COOPER. They can't help but notice Mike's mud-caked dress.

CHARLOTTE Reverend?

REVEREND Charlotte, there's been a terrible mistake.

MIKE Just a small misunderstanding, really. REVEREND I thought Miss Quinn was a man. I mean, I assumed when she answered the ad that she was a doctor.

MIKE I am a doctor.

Charlotte takes this in, sizing Mike up, ultimately accepting in a matter-of-fact manner... CHARLOTTE So you're the new doctor.

REVEREND Now, that's not...

MIKE (ignores him) Yes, I am. (extending her hand) Michaela Quinn, M.D. Charlotte shakes it, stoic.

CHARLOTTE Charlotte Cooper... and these are my kids, Matthew, Colleen and Brian. BRIAN (to Mike) Your dress is dirty.

CHARLOTTE Brian... REVEREND (to Charlotte) I told Miss Quinn you only take gentleman boarders.

CHARLOTTE Don't have a rule. (to Matthew) You go on and help the Reverend with the Doc's luggage. The Reverend realizes he's been dismissed. Mike follows Charlotte inside, with Brian and Colleen flanking her. I

NT. KITCHEN - DAY 22A

BRIAN (to Mike) You're a real doctor?

MIKE That's right.

COLLEEN You went to college and everything?

MIKE (smiles) And everything.

OMITTED 23 INT. MIKE'S ROOM - DAY 24

Charlotte shows Mike, carrying her suitcase, into a plain room with only a single bed, a writing table and straight-backed chair, one kerosene lamp and a chest of drawers. Matthew follows with her trunk. He clunks it down and goes out.

CHARLOTTE Got some of the soldiers stayin' here durin' the treaty council. (a beat as she looks around the room) It ain't Boston.

MIKE It's very nice, thank you.

Charlotte nods, then closes the door behind her. Mike stares at it a beat, then looks around the sparse room and finally down at her filthy dress. Her show of strength falters. But then, intent on not being discouraged, she goes to her suitcase and takes out several items and arranges them on the chest -- some books, the family photo, the other of the young uniformed man, and, finally, her framed medical degree...

INT. DINING ROOM - NIGHT 25

The Cooper boys are seated at a long plank table with three military offices, one of them the uniformed Colonel Chivington from the treaty council, and Mike, cleaned up now and wearing a fresh dress. The parties sit stiffly, silently, as Charlotte and Colleen enter from the kitchen carrying a pot of hot stew and a bowl of biscuits. They put the food in the middle and take their seats. Charlotte bows her head and delivers the grace...

CHARLOTTE (continuing) Thank you, Lord. ...so quickly, it's never an issue if there's a non-believer in the midst. Mike does a double-take, as Charlotte passes the stew. Everyone begins to eat in silence, but Mike's accustomed to conversation at meals...

MIKE (to Chivington) So, Captain Chivington, how is the treaty progressing? The other two officers look at him. He stops eating and glares at her.

CHIVINGTON Colonel Chivington

MIKE I beg your pardon.

He starts to go back to his meal.

MIKE And the Indians?

He looks up at her like she's a fly buzzing him.

CHIVINGTON Only reason I gotta sit out there in the dirt is 'cause Congress' been listenin' to a bunch of bleedin' hearts who never laid eyes on an Indian.

Charlotte and the children look to Mike, who keeps her cool.

MIKE I believe their reasoning is that the Indians were here first.

CHIVINGTON They're standin' in the way of progress, Miss. MIKE Progress for whom, Sir?

CHIVINGTON Everybody! (then cold, measured) I am fully satisfied that to kill the red rebels is the only way to have peace and quiet. He stabs his fork into his stew. Mike looks as though she might respond, but Charlotte heads her off...

CHARLOTTE So, Doc, you engaged? This catches Mike off-guard, to say the least.

MIKE I was once.

CHARLOTTE T here's twenty men for every woman out here. Mike glances over at the three men with distaste.

MIKE Really? CHARLOTTE Yep. Now it's Mike's turn to change the subject.

MIKE (to Charlotte) Where might I find the newspaper office?

CHARLOTTE You'd have to be goin' to Denver to do that.

MIKE Oh...Well, how does one post an advertisement?

CHARLOTTE Bray's store... Pretty much everything goes through there one time or other. OMITTED 26 - 27 EXT. BABER SHOP - NEXT DAY 27A

As Mike and Charlotte approach the general store, Jake Slicker can be seen through the doors, giving the Reverend a haircut. Only Slicker can see them coming.

SLICKER Shoulda listened to me in the first place, Reverend. Colorado Springs don't need no doctor.

REVEREND She won't take no for an answer. What can I do?

SLICKER (looking right at Mike) Ya just put her on the next stage right back where she come from. Mike and Charlotte exchange a look, then step onto the walkway.

MIKE Good morning, gentlemen.

The Reverend turns and stammers an embarrassed greeting, but Slicker just smiles.

SLICKER 'Mornin', ladies. Mike and Charlotte pass on by.

Charlotte shakes her head.

CHARLTTE He's pulled a few teeth, lanced a few boils, and he thinks that makes him a doctor. MIKE I see. Competition.

CHARLOTTE And from a woman. Only doctorin' allowed to women 'round here is midwifin'. Lucky for you, the midwife's a reasonable woman.

MIKE That's a relief. I'd like to meet her.

CHARLOTTE Already have

EXT. GENERAL SOTRE -DAY (SAME TIME) 27 B Mike mulls this, as they pause at the door.

MIKE You?

Charlotte nods, opens the door for Mike. They go inside...

INT. GENERAL STORE - DAY (SAME TIME) 28 ...where Loren scowls at them from behind the counter. Maude and a woman shopper whisper. Chivington is there, also, with the two other officers. They join in the dirty looks. Mike reacts. Charlotte leads Mike to the rear wall where a crude bulletin board, made literally of boards, if filled with clippings from the Denver Herald, a few "Wanted" posters and many notices, some of which look years old, yellowed with age. Across the top hangs a wooden sign on two pegs, "NO DOGS OR INDIANS". Bray hurries over.

BRAY What's the problem, Charlotte? CHARLOTTE No problem, Loren. The doctor here just wants to post a notice. BRAY No room. CHARLOTTE (scans the notices) Seems to me some of these have outlived the people who put 'em up. BRAY Sorry, Charlotte, but none of those notices seen its day. Charlotte is about to comment, when... SULLY ...enters with his wolf and Chief Black Kettle. Sully is an enigmatic loner, an impressive figure of a man with dark, penetrating eyes. He sports a sharp-headed tomahawk, its carved, feathered handle wedged into his belt. Capable of striking fear in the hears of the locals, he's clearly a legend around these parts. Mike watches him scan the room, self-assured. No one will look him in the eye, except for Chivington. Bray clears his throat loudly and points self-righteously at the sign, "NO DOGS OR INDIANS". MIKE looks, then impulsively reaches up and removes the sign from the board.

MIKE Here's one that's seen its day, Mr. Bray. BRAY What d'ya think yer doin'?!

She ignores him. He looks around, frustrated, his eyes lighting on Chivington, who gladly steps forward. He yanks the sign away from mike roughly.

CHIVINGTON That's private property, Miss. He turns to hand it back on the board, when suddenly there's a WHOOSHING SOUND and ... SULLY'S TOMAHAWK ...breaks the sign in two, driven into the board just inches from Chivington's fingers. Chivington whirls, drawing his gun, furious. He aims at Sully. The wolf growls menacingly. Chivington turns the gun toward the wolf. But to his frustration, he knows this isn't the time or the place. Slowly, he lowers and re-holsters his gun. He walks out, right past Sully and Black Kettle, followed by the other two officers. Sully retrieves his tomahawk, exchanging a look with Mike as he does. She finds it unsettling and returns to her talk, replacing the sign with her notice: "WANTED: PERMANENT LODGINGS ALSO SUITABLE FOR MEDICAL PRACTICE" BACK TO: Charlotte takes Mike's elbow, steering her toward the door. CHARLOTTE Time to go get you that horse, Doc.

MIKE What horse? CHARLOTTE That one you'll be needin' to get 'round to all your patients. MIKE Oh... That horse.

Charlotte leads her out, past Sully and Black Kettle.

MIKE Good morning, gentlemen.

She pats the wolf on the head. It's hard to tell who's more surprised, the wolf or Sully. Black Kettle nods, as the women leave the store.

EXT. GENERAL STORE - DAY (SAME TIME) 29 Charlotte leads Mike toward the Livery.

CHARLOTTE Bein' a doctor's one thing. Bein' a woman's another. And being an unmarried lady's another. That's enough black marks to last you a spell... Mind you, I think what you did was right, but 'round here folks think the only good Indian is a dead Indian. MIKE But this country just fought a war to prove we're all created equal.

EXT. LEVER - DAY (SAME TIME) 29A They arrive at the Livery. CHARLOTTE I hate to tell you, Doc, but nobody out here much cared about that war. They were too busy fightin' Indians.

EXT. LIVERY - DAY (SAME TIME) 30 A black smithy, ROBERT E., hammers a red-hot horse shoe. The stalls behind him house several horses. Mike and Charlotte enter.

CHARLOTTE Mornin', Robert E. His name gets a notice from Mike.

He nods to Charlotte, eyeing Mike disapprovingly. News travels fast in a town this size. CHARLOTTE You aim to sell any of those? She gestures toward the horses

ROBERT E. Who's buyin'?

CHARLOTTE Just asked a simple question. A beat, then he points begrudgingly.

ROBERT E. Chestnut and the pinto.

The pinto is younger and prettier than the shaggy old chestnut, who whinnies and nuzzles Mike. She responds, stroking the horse's front notch, but then turns her attention to Charlotte's examination of the pinto. Mike doesn't know what she's talking about, but does her best to fake it...

CHARLOTTE Good withers.

MIKE Very good.

CHARLOTTE Strong back.

MIKE Excellent back. Charlotte lifts the horse's lip, revealing big, yellowed teeth. Mike recoils, tries to cover.

MIKE Wonderful teeth.

Charlotte shoots her a look.

CHARLOTTE They're rotten. MIKE Well, yes. A little. Charlotte nods skeptically. Mike turns to the chestnut, who nuzzles her again. MIKE (continuing) I like this one. CHARLOTTE She's old. MIKE But she has heart. Charlotte shakes her head. EXT. LIVERY - DAY (SAME TIME) 31 They exit, Charlotte leading the old chestnut, now saddled up.

CHARLOTTE You know how to ride?

MIKE Do I know how to ride?

CHARLOTTE Do you? Mike looks at Charlotte, then at the horse, then back at Charlotte.

MIKEWatch me.

She goes to the horse, hikes her skirts as discreetly as possible, then manages to get her left foot up into the stirrup. Now she starts hopping on her right foot, trying to build the momentum to swing her leg up. Just when it seems as though she'll stand there hopping until dark, she's whisked up off the ground and into the saddle. She turns to find Sully standing there with his wolf. He reaches into his pocket and offers Mike the notice she posted in the store.

MIKE (confused) You took it down?

SULLY Nope... I'm answerin' it. MIKE doesn't know what to make of this. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - DAY (LATER) 31A

Mike's perched precariously on her new horse. Even though she's only at a walking pace, she hangs onto the saddlehorn, Sully and the wolf are on foot beside her.

EXT. THE HOMESTEAD - DAY (LATER) 32

An abandoned, run-down farm outside of town, consisting of a little cabin and a barn. Mike takes a look around. The place is a wreck, they're in the middle of nowhere, and Sully's more than a little mysterious. She does her best to mask her discomfort. She starts to get off her horse, but slips the stirrup and falls most of the way, landing on her butt. She looks up at him, but he makes no move to help her.

SULLY Gotta learn to make it on your own if you're gonna survive.

MIKE Precisely.

She gets to her feet and goes to the cabin, struggles with the door a moment, but then manages to push it open. She takes a look inside, then comes back to Sully.

MIKE How much? SULLY Dollar a month.

A beat, as Mike looks at the bleak homestead. MIKE I'll take it.

She rummages in her bag and produces her brass name plaque, "M. QUINN, M.D.". She goes and holds it up beside the door. MIKE What do you think? A beat

SULLY Ain't much of a shingle. And with that, he and the wolf walk off. She stares after them a moment, then turns back and hangs the plaque on a loose nail. She steps back. It's not Boston, but it's a beginning... FADE OUT: END OF ACT ONE ACT TWO FADE IN: OMITTED 33 - 34A EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - DAY 35 A glorious day, sunny and crisp. An open meadow, all new-green and wild flowers, ringed by woods. The mountains in the distance are still capped with snow. The buckboard rolls into view, Mike and Charlotte up front and the kids in the back with Mike's luggage various supplies and a slatted crate of chickens. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE / ANGLE ON BUCKBOARD SEAT - DAY (SAME TIME) CHARLOTTE For the life of me, I don't know how you found your way back into town by yourself. I'd like to wring Sully's neck.

MIKE Is that his name? CHARLOTTE He didn't even tell you his name?

CHARLOTTE Well... Not likely that would happen. If there's one thing Sully is, he's a man of his word.

MIKE Why doesn't he live on his homestead?

CHARLOTTE Sully was a miner come here in '59 with the Pike's Peak rush. He fell in love with Loren's daughter, Abigail.

MIKE (surprised) The store keeper? CHARLOTTE That's right.

MIKE But he acted like he didn't even know Sully.

CHARLOTTE Abigail died givin' birth to their first child. Mike takes this in, then glances at Charlotte, concerned.

CHARLOTTE I did everything I could. What she needed was a doctor, but by the time we got her to Denver, she was gone. Her voice wavers slightly, in spite of her efforts.

CHARLOTTE Anyways, Loren blames Sully. He's just a bitter old man and wants somebody to take it out on. She signals the horses with the reins, turning the wagon away from the river and toward the meadow where the farm stands waiting for them.

OMITTED 37 INT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 38

Mike enters the simple on-room house and looks around at it's homemade furniture -- bed, rocker, table, chairs, cupboards -- lingering next to a little cradle by the woodburning cookstove. There's still a kettle on top, as if the place is frozen in time, sealed with a layer of dust. Mike runs her finger across the top of the stove thoughtfully, then wipes the dirt on her skirt and goes back outside... EXT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - DAY (SAME TIME) 38A ... where she pitches in to help carry the trunk back...

INT. HOMESTEAD / CABIN - DAY (SAME TIME) 38B ... to the foot of the bed, placing it next to a cedar hope chest. Matthew goes out. Colleen puts some groceries down on the table, sending up a puff of dust.

COLLEEN Sure is dirty. CHARLOTTE That's what we're here for. She hands the girl a bucket and scrub brush. Mike has found a thatch broom and starts sweeping, stirring up the dust into a cloud. They watch her a moment and smile. CHARLOTTE Ever used a broom before?

Mike stops, looks up defensively.

MIKE Have I ever used a broom before?

CHARLOTTE Like the horse, huh?

MIKE (embarrassed) We had servants.

Brian enters, carrying heavy buckets of water balanced on a shoulder yoke. He sets them down. Matthew can be seen through the door, outside chopping wood.

CHARLOTTE Here...

She gets a cup and dips it in the water, then uses her fingers to fling some sprinkles at the floor, settling the dust. She hands the cup to Mike, who does the same, then sweeps again, this time with better results. Meanwhile, Brian has opened Mike's medical bag and holds up her reflex mallet. BRIAN What's this? CHARLOTTE Brian, put that back.

MIKE (to Charlotte) No, it's all right. (to Brian) As long as you're careful. Matthew enters with an armload of firewood.

BRIAN (re: mallet) Looks like a tomahawk. MATTHEW (to Brian) Everything looks Indian to you.

COLLEEN (to Mike) Brian's Cheyenne crazy.

BRIAN Sully's got a tomahawk MIKE So I've seen.

Mike stops sweeping and comes over to Brian, as Matthew begins stacking the wood by the stove. She takes the mallet.

MIKE It's for testing reflexes. Watch.

She hoists Brian up to sit on the table, his legs dangling over the edge. She taps his knee with the mallet, causing his lower leg to jump.

BRIAN Hey!... Do that again.

She does COLLEEN What do reflexes do?

MIKE They tell me something about your brain.

MATTHEW (scoffs) His knee tells you about his head. Sounds like a lot of malarkey.

COLLEEN (to Matthew) What d'you know? CHARLOTTE (to Mike) Come on. Colleen takes her by the hand and leads her outside. OMITTED 39 - 41 INT. BARN - DAY (LATER)

Colleen enters with Mike. They approach the chickens, now roosting in old boxes in a corner. COLLEEN They're mean, chickens are. You gotta trick 'em into leavin' their nests... She reaches up into a feed pal and tosses some grain on the ground. The chickens go after it.

COLLEEN ... then you can take the eggs without getting' pecked. She gestures for Mike to check the roosting boxes.

She does and finds and egg, holding it up with a smile.

OMITTED 43 EXT. HOMESTEAD / CABIN - DAY (LATER) 44

The Coopers are loaded into the buckboard, and the horses are hitched up. Mike stands next to the wagon. Matthew's at the reins with Charlotte beside him. Brian and Colleen are in the back. Mike takes Charlotte's hand.

MIKE I can't thank you all enough. CHARLOTTE No need for thanks. What you need is luck. (looks around, concerned) It ain't gonna be easy, doc.

Matthew clucks to the horses, and the wagon pulls away. Colleen waves. Mike waves back, walking along after them.

ANOTHER ANGLE Mike stops and watches the wagon turn to follow the creek, disappearing behind the trees. She stares after it. For the first time, she's completely alone in this wilderness. MIKE (V.O.) Charlotte was right. I had never even cooked or cleaned before, let alone chopped wood or hauled water. The only work I know was doctoring. I know nothing of the daily hardships these people took for granted.

INT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - NIGHT 45 By candlelight, Mike wearily finishes making the bed, leaning down to tuck the covers in at the foot, right next to the hope chest. She stops, stares at it a beat, then kneels down and carefully lifts the lid. On one side is a stack of hand-sewn, hand-knit, unused baby clothes. Mike reacts, running her fingertips over a tiny sweater... On the other side is a family album. Mike turns the pages -- a bouquet of pressed wildflowers; a white lace hankie; a wedding photo of a clean-shaven, dressed-up Sully standing in formal pose beside a delicate, dark-haired woman in a simple wedding gown. ON SULLY in the picture. Looking a bit uncomfortable, but very handsome. Suddenly, Mike feels like an intruder. She closes the album and then the hope chest... so many hopes unrealized. She opens her own trunk instead and unpacks a few items -- a lace-collared grey damask dress, pretty, but businesslike, a felt hat, gloves and high-button shoes, laying them on the bed in a caricature of herself, then standing back to judge the effect. She chokes up at the sight. The contrast between the refined outfit and the start cabin speaks volumes about the culture shock and self-doubt Mike is suffering... DISSOLVE TO: OMITTED 46 - 50 EXT. CHURCH - DAY 51 The townsfolk gather for Sunday services, shooting uneasy looks in the direction of the Indian encampment.

EXT. TREATY COUNCIL AREA - DAY (SAME TIME) 51A

Mike rides into sight, wearing the grey dress and accessories, drawing looks from the Indians. She's uncomfortably aware of the attention, realizing that the churchgoers, including Chivington and the other officers, are watching , too. She notices...

EXT. TREATY COUNCIL AREA - MIKE'S POV - DAY (SAME TIME) 51B ...

Sully sitting by a fire with Chief Black Kettle, who leans toward Sully and confers with him, obviously about her. EXT. CHURCH - DAY (SAME TIME) 51C

She hurries her horse to the church, where everyone pretends to go about their business. Only the very pregnant Emily smiles and waves, but her husband literally pulls her hand out of the air and leads her away. To Mike's relief, the Coopers approach. Matthew gets waylaid by some pretty teenage girls, but Charlotte comes up with Colleen and Brian. COLLEEN You sure look grand.

CHARLOTTE (critical) Grand enough to be in Boston.

Mike glances around. No one is dressed even nearly as nice as she. No hat so fancy, no shoes so new, no collar so white. Mike gets the message. She takes off her pretty hat and gloves and reluctantly puts them into her saddle bag, trying not to crush them as she does -- an impossible task. She turns for Charlotte's appraisal.

CHARLOTTE That'll have to do. They start through the crowd. Charlotte introduces Mike to some folks -- "Meet the new Doc," -- and Mike introduces herself to others -- "How do you do, I'm Dr. Quinn."... A few people are barely polite. The others make no pretence, snubbing her openly, treating her like a pariah. This includes Loren Bray, His wife, Maude, and Hake Slicker and his wife, a small, mousey woman. They pass Mike by as if she wasn't there. She keeps her chin up for appearances, but she's hurting. SUDDENLY there's a commotion from the direction of main street. The bartender, HANK, yells out...

HANK Hey, Slicker, got a shot fella here!

Instinctively, Mike starts toward them, but Slicker steps ahead of her, as do Chivington and the officers. The other townspeople follow and she mush push her way through them.

EXT. SALOON 51D

The churchgoers converge on a gathering of 'saloon goers' -- cowboys, drifters, the redheaded Myra and the other bar girl -- focused on a wounded man lying on the ground.

HANK (to Slicker) He caught a ricochet slug out hunting.

Mike steps forward.

MIKE I'm a doctor.

They all ignore her, as Slicker bends down, probes the man's shoulder would roughly. The man groans. Slicker stands. SLICKER Git him over to the shop.

A couple of the men pick him up and carry him toward the barber shop, Slicker and most of the crowd following. Mike is left standing with Myra and the other bar girl. Hank turns to them and in a tone reserved for stray dogs...

HANK You women, go on, git!... Shoo!

A look of empathy passes between Mike and Myra, before the latter turns and goes back in the saloon.

EXT. BARBER SHOP - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 51E

Mike comes up behind the crowd watching Slicker prepare to remove the bullet. Maude, out of breath and abnormally flushed, breaks away to fan herself with her hankie. Then her face twists with pain and she clutches at her chest. Mike springs into action, hurrying to catch Maude as she starts to collapse. Mike eases Maude to the ground, then quickly opens her medical bag and dons her stethoscope. She applies the end tot he semi-conscious Maude's chest. It takes a moment for the others to realize what's going on, but then...

LOREN Look here!... He yanks the stethoscope from her.

LOREN Get away from my wife! Mike grabs the stethoscope back.

MIKE Your wife is ill. Loren wrestles Maude away from Mike and pulls her to her feet.

LOREN It's just one of her spells.

MIKE Her heart is pounding.

LOREN 'Course it is. (to Maude) Yer alright, ain't ya?

She sees Mike and forces herself to rally...

MAUDE Just all the 'citement. With effort, she brushes her skirt off, straightens her hat.

MIKE (to Maude) You have an arrhythmia...

Loren interrupts, hustling Maude off and into their store...

LOREN Mind your own business!

MIKE (after him) This is my business. ... but the door slams behind them. Just then, an agonized howl comes from the barber shop. Mike looks over toward the wounded man, then back to where Maude just disappeared, powerless to help either one... EXT. CHURCH - DAY (LATER) 51F

Mike is the first to return to the church. As she nears, she sees... MIKE'S POV - SULLY ... in the cemetery, kneeling down in prayer before two hand-carved crosses.

EXT. CHRCH - CEMETERY - DAY (SAME TIME) 52

The wolf sees Mike. His awareness transfers immediately to Sully, who looks up, unruffled, stands. Mike takes this as permission to approach.

MIKE There are some things in the cabin that belong to you.

SULLY Nothin' I want. He heads off with the wolf. MIKE (after him) What did Chief Black Kettle say to you when I rode by? Sully stops, looks back. SULLY Wanted to know who you were. MIKE What did you tell him?

SULLY That you were a medicine woman come from the East.

MIKE And what did he say to that?

SULLY Among whites, only men make medicine, so you must be a crazy white woman. For the first time, he cracks a slight smile, then starts off again with the wolf. This time, she lets him go...

DISSOLVE TO: EXT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - DAY 53

Mike comes from the cabin at dawn, wearing a plain, broadcloth dress and a shawl around her shoulders. Her hair is loose and flyaway.

MIKE (V.O.) Except for Charlotte, none of the townspeople would take me seriously as a doctor. INT. HOMESTEAD - BARN - DAY (SHORT TIME LATER) 54

Mike enters and throws some cornmeal from a sack, away from the chickens, then hurriedly collects their eggs as they leave their nests to eat.

MIKE (V.O.) I was beginning to think Chief Black Kettle might be right. Maybe I was crazy.

EXT. HOMESTEAD - DAY (SHORT TIME LATER) 55

Mike struggles to balance full water buckets with the shoulder yoke, as she comes up from the streets.

MIKE (V.O.) I had come to Colorado Springs to be a pioneer doctor, but I was fast becoming just a pioneer. I

NT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - DAY (SHORT TIME LATER) 56

Mike strokes the stove, then cracks some eggs into a frying pan. They sizzle. She takes a loaf of bread from the oven. It's lopsided and the crust is burnt. She flips the eggs over easy, then saws off a slice of bread. She slides the eggs onto a plate, with the bread and a dollop of Charlotte's preserves, and sits down to eat. Fork up... there's a POUNDING on the door, startling her.

MIKE Who is it?

MATTHEW (O.S.) Matthew Cooper.

Mike rushes to the door, flings it open.

MATTHEW Ma needs your help.

OMITTED 57 EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - DAY (LATER) 57A

Mike gallops along behind Matthew, her medical bag tied firmly behind her saddle. INT. EMILY'S BEDROOM - DAY (LATER) 58

Emily writhes on the bed, in the throes of birth. She's chalky pale and delirious from acute pain, passing in and out of consciousness, losing strength. Charlotte wipes her forehead with a damp cloth, as Mike rushes in and immediately takes Emily's pulse.

CHARLOTTE The baby's crownin', but it just won't come on down. I tried moving it, but nothin' helps. Mike takes a stethoscope from her bag and listens first to Emily's heartbeat, then to her bulging belly. She moves the scope around in vain, rips it from her ears. MIKE We're losing them. She grabs a bottle of carbolic acid from her bag. MIKE Expose her abdomen and wipe it with this. Charlotte snaps into action, following orders, as Mike takes other items from her bag -- swabs, chloroform, scalpel -- then takes the carbolic acid from Charlotte and douses both their hands and arms and dips the scalpel in. At the sight of the scalpel, Charlotte demurs, lowering her voice. CHARLOTTE You're not fixin' to cut her?

MIKE There's no choice. CHARLOTTE I don't know...

MIKE (firm) I know what I'm doing. Now, take this...

She then saturates a swab with chloroform and hands it to Charlotte.

MIKE ... and hold it over her nose.

Charlotte complies. Almost immediately, Emily stops moaning, Mike takes up the scalpel.

MIKE That's enough.

Charlotte backs off. Mike takes a breath... then cuts. Charlotte doesn't flinch. Mike works swiftly and has the baby out. It's all blue. She hands it to Charlotte.

MIKE Clear it's windpipe. Massage it. Mike starts sewing Emily up, one eye on her, the other on the baby. Charlotte is doing what she can to stimulate circulation and breath, but to no avail.

MIKE Press it's chest. Gently. Up and down.

Charlotte does. Emily starts to come to. Mike holds the needle and thread in one hand, then applies the chloroform again with her other. She goes back to stitching. The baby is sill not breathing.

MIKE Hold it upside down and slap it's back. Charlotte looks at Mike like she's crazy.

CHARLOTTE Upside down...? MIKE By it's heels! Do as I say!

Mike keeps stitching. Charlotte turns the baby upside down and slaps it on the back. Nothing. Charlotte looks at Mike.

MIKE Again!

Charlotte repeats the SLAP. This time, the baby make a guttural sound. Mike and Charlotte react. Charlotte tries yet again, and this time, the baby begins to cry. The relief is palpable. As Charlotte cleans and swathes the baby, Mike finishes stitching and clips the thread. Emily comes to again. This time, Mike lets her. She quickly bandages the incision and covers Emily, who's now looking confused at Mike's presence. Charlotte goes to her. CHARLOTTE You're both fine. The doc saved your lives. Emily looks to Mike and smiles feebly. MIKE You have a beautiful new son, Emily. Charlotte places the baby in Emily's arms, then joins Mike at the foot of the bed. They grin at one another, then spontaneously hug... FADE OUT: END OF ACT TWO ACT THREE FADE IN: EXT. BARBER SHOP - DAY 59 Mike rides into view, passers-by still looking on her as an oddity. Pumpkins are stacked in front of Bray's store. Fallen leaves everywhere in drifts. MIKE (V.O.) Emily healed well, and the baby thrived. But still, no patients came to me. They were curious enough... She reins her horse in front of the barber shop and dismounts. Jake Slicker leans against the barber pole, shooting the breeze with some LOCALS.

MIKE (V.O.) ... but certain influential citizens managed to hold sway over the others. She goes up to Slicker.

MIKE Good morning, Mr. Slicker.

SLICKER Mornin'. MIKE I'm in need of your professional services, sir. I'm hoping you can find time for me in your busy schedule. The locals look to him for a response. SLICKER Don't cut women's hair. They look back at Mike.

MIKE Oh, no, sir. It's your medical services I'm in need of. I can't seem to cure this toothache of mine.

Her hand goes to her left cheek.

MIKE I'd appreciate a second opinion, one doctor to another. The locals look back at Slicker, who can't resist the homage.

SLICKER Come on inside. I'll take me a look. She goes in first, followed by Slicker, then the locals, whose ranks are swelling.

INT. BARBER SHOP - DAY (SAME TIME) 60

Mike takes a seat in the lone barber chair.

MIKE It's the one... Her hand goes to her right cheek.

SLICKER (interrupts) Thought it were yer left side. MIKE It is... I mean, it's both sides really... But this side's the worst.

He tilts the chair back unceremoniously. She notices a bandana around his hand, the skin inflamed around it.

MIKE Nasty cut you have there. SLICKER Scissors MIKE Looks infected.

SLICKER Open up. She opens her mouth. He looks and probes with all the delicacy of a mule. SLICKER Looks bad.

MIKE (closes) What do you suggest? SLICKER Pull it. She sits up straight, unpleasantly surprised. MIKE Pull it?

SLICKER Pull it.

MIKE There's no other alternative?

SLICKER You asked for my say, you got it.

MIKE Well, yes... Of course... I'm sure you're quite right.

She hesitates, but sees the locals staring at her expectantly. She knows her next words will be fateful.

MIKE ... so I entrust myself entirely to your estimable care. SLICKER How's that? She leans back in the chair.

MIKE Pull it. He reacts. M

URMURS amongst the townsfolk. Slicker accepts the challenge and fetches his grungy tooth pliers. Mike opens wide. Slicker angles with the pliers, takes hold of a tooth.

SLICKER Here goes.

Mike closes her eyes, braces herself. He yanks, then tugs, then yanks again. Sheer torture. Nothing clean about this; it's a bloody battle. Mikes hands grip the chair arms in agony. The locals look on calmly, expecting her to cry out, but she manages not to oblige them. Finally, the tooth pops out. Slicker holds it up like a vanquished enemy. MURMURS of approval. He shoves a wad of cotton in to stop the bleeding, then holds out the tooth to Mike.

SLICKER Soov'neer. She takes it, forces herself to get up. Her speech is affected slightly.

MIKE I believe I feel better already. Someone leans in to see the tooth. She gladly gives it to him. MIKE What do I owe you, Mr. Slicker?

SLICKER Two bits.

She get the money from her bag, along with a jar of salve. She hands them both to him.

MIKE (re: the salve) This ointment will help clear up that infection. (before he can reply) Thank you, again, Mr. Slicker. And have a fine day.

She starts to go, but a LOCAL holds her tooth out to her.

LOCAL Fergot somethin' She turns and sees the bloody trophy. She forces a smile, takes it.

MIKE Thank you, sir. I'd say I earned it, wouldn't you?

LOCAL Yes, Ma'am.

EXT. BARBER SHOP - DAY (SAME TIME) 61

She exits, tooth in hand. The smile drops. Her jaw's killing her. She looks up to find Maude stocking goods in front of the General Store. Her professional concern outweighs her discomfort.

MIKE (to Maude) How are you feeling, Mrs. Bray?

MAUDE There's nothin' wrong with me. She goes inside. Mike sighs, her jaw reminding her of her own condition. INT. CHARLOTT'S KITCHEN - DAY (SHORT TIME LATER) 62

Charlotte's busy making mincemeat pies, now rolling out the dough. A KNOCK at the door: CHARLOTTE Come in. Mike enters and sits on a stool.

CHARLOTTE You're lookin' a little peak-ed.

MIKE I just had a tooth pulled. CHARLOTTE (surprised) What?

MIKE (avoiding Charlotte's eyes) Jake Slicker said it had to go.

Charlotte turns to get some walnuts and a mallet, shooting Mike a suspicious sideways glance. CHARLOTTE Wasn't nothin' wring with your tooth, was there?

Mike stops and looks at her, confessing...

MIKE No.

CHARLOTTE (tsks, tsks Mike) Shame on you. Lettin' that bully yank a perfectly good tooth outta your head.

MIKE (sighs) You're quite right.

CHARLOTTE On the other hand... (smiles to herself) ...I bet my bottom dollar you shook him right up. MIKE You think so? Charlotte uses the mallet to crack the walnuts, offering some to Mike. They eat as they talk...

CHARLOTTE Why, sure. What you did took guts. A man can't ignore that.

MIKE Charlotte? CHARLOTTE Hm?

MIKE How did your husband die?

CHARLOTTE He didn't. He's alive and kickin' for all I know.

MIKE But they call you Widow Cooper

CHARLOTTE That's the townsfolks' way of bein' polite. (a beat) My husband and I, we had a farm near Topeka. Took us four years to make a go of it, then one day he upped and sold it. Didn't even ask me. Just came in one mornin' and told me we was goin' minin' for gold on Pike's Peak.

MIKE (commiserates) My fiance never once mentioned the war until the evening he came to dinner dressed in an officer's uniform and announced he was leaving in two days. (a beat) Two day. CHARLOTTE (shakes her head) Can't be dependin' on men.

She wallops a walnut with the mallet. CHARLOTTE When the minin' went bust, my husband lost his good sense and disappeared with my money sock.

MIKE I'm sorry, Charlotte.

CHARLOTTE What's done is done. (another wallop) What about your man?

MIKE He was a doctor. I met him at the hospital. Before that, I was always too busy with my work to pay much attention to the parties like my sisters. And even when I did, the boys never asked me to dance. They thought I was too...

She hesitates CHARLOTTE Smart Mike smiles wistfully, nods.

MIKE But, I wasn't about to give up being a doctor, so I gave up the parties instead. CHARLOTTE How come you didn't get married?

A beat.

MIKE He was killed in the war.

Charlotte nods. They sit there quietly, then...

CHARLOTTE It's funny... It don't seem to matter how you lose 'em. The pain's the same. Mike nods.

They sit, contemplative, in the dim, cool, silence...

OMITTED 63 - 67 EXT. CHURCHYARD - DAY (SHORT TIME LATER) 68

The treaty council is over. The camp has been broken and only a few stragglers remain. Sully walks toward the main street, the wolf at his side, as Mike rides from the other direction. She reins up when they come parallel. MIKE (surprised) What happened? Is it over?

SULLY (stops) It's over alright.

MIKE Did they reach an agreement?

SULLY In a manner of speakin'. Chivington threatened war, 'less Black Kettle surrendered to a reserve south of Sand Creek.

MIKE But why?

SULLY Chivington's tryin' to impress the brass in D.C. Get 'em to grant statehood, so he can be the first governor.

With that, he and the wolf walk on. Mike's getting used to this sort of departure. She looks once again at the retreating Cheyenne, then urges her horse on.

DISSOLVE TO: EXT. HOMESTEAD - DAY 69 Mike is chopping wood, when a rider appears in the distance. It's Jake Slicker. She walks to the cabin and waits for him, next to her little brass plaque "M. QUINN, M.D."... MIKE (V.O.) Another month passed, and still no patients. But then Jake Slicker paid me a visit. As I watched him approach, I know there was only one reason he'd ride all the way out to my place. He didn't want any of the townspeople to see him talking to me. Jake rides up and reins in his horse. He reaches into his pocket and tosses her something. She catches it. It's the jar of salve she gave him. He holds up his hand. SLICKER Did the trick.

MIKE I'm glad to hear it.

SLICKER How's yer teeth?

MIKE Just fine, thank you. (a beat) May I offer you some refreshment?

SLICKER Naw. Gotta git back.

His horse pulls at the bit restlessly, as if on cue, but Slicker hesitates, then offhandedly...

SLICKER Ya know Robert E.?

MIKE The blacksmith? SLICKER Ya might wanna ask him 'bout his lumbago next time yer in town. MIKE He didn't even want to sell me a horse.

SLICKER (with difficulty) Yeah... well... fact is... (spits it out) ...I told him to let ya take a look at it. (quickly) I'm sick and tired 'a hearin' him carry on.

Mike realizes the import of the moment.

MIKE I'll see what I can do. Slicker nods, then turns his horse abruptly and rides off. She watches him go.

EXT. LIVERY - ANOTHER DAY 70 Mike rides up and dismounts, leading her horse inside... INT. LIVERY - DAY (SAME TIME) 71 ... where Robert E. finishes shoeing a horse. He checks the fit, lowers the horse's leg and pats the animal reassuringly. Mike keeps a distance, her black bag in hand.

MIKE Good morning.

ROBERT E. (uncomfortable) 'Mornin'.

He puts the newly shod horse into a stall. Mike pats her horse's neck.

MIKE I want to thank you for selling me such a fine horse. ROBERT E. She's old.

MIKE But she's sound.

ROBERT E. She's sound.

He closes the stall and busies himself with moving some tack.

MIKE This sort of work must be hard on the joints.

ROBERT E. Yep.

MIKE It could certainly aggravate a case of lumbago.

ROBERT E. Yep.

MIKE I understand you have a touch of it yourself. ROBERT E. Yep.

MIKE (nods, then:) Would you mind if I... She reaches for his arm. He pulls away.

ROBERT E. Don't want no female doctor.

MIKE (a beat, ironic) Of all the men in this town, I thought you might understand what it's like to be judges unfairly.

She turns to go.

ROBERT E. Wait.

She stops. A beat, then he holds out his arm to her. She puts her bag on the ground, then manipulates his elbow, the hand, then fingers.

MIKE Does that hurt? ROBERT E. Don't feel good. She examines his hands closely, both ides, then pointing to his knuckles. MIKE You see this swelling?

He looks.

MIKE It's called arthritis.

She picks up her bag and takes out some folded paper packets. MIKE I've got some medicine that will help take the swelling down and relieve some of the pain. ROBERT E. Ya can't fix it? MIKE Not entirely.

He's disappointed and skeptical. She hands him the packets, then firmly...

MIKE But these will make it better.

He takes them, shrugs. ROBERT E. Guess it'll do 'til the new doc gets here.

MIKE (jarred) New doctor?

ROBERT E. The Reverend said he put out 'nother advertisement.

Mike nods to herself, picks up her horse's reins and leaves abruptly. OMITTED 72 - 73 EXT. CHURCH - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 74 Mike rides up, disrupting an outdoor quilting bee of the town ladies, including Maude, Mrs. Slicker and Emily, all seated around a large stretched hoop with a nearly-finished quilt in it, stitching their share. The gathering is presided over by the Reverend. Mike dismounts and barrels right up to him. MIKE I demand to know why you've placed another advertisement for a doctor when that position has already been filled.

REVEREND I don't mean to offend you, Miss Quinn...

MIKE Doctor Quinn.

REVEREND ... but that is a matter of opinion.

MIKE Whose opinion? Have you polled my patients?

REVEREND I'm not aware of...

MIKE Jake Slicker, Emily Donovan, Brian Cooper, Robert E....

REVEREND I think we should calm down...

MIKE I'm perfectly calm, and I'm waiting for an answer. But she's not going to get it, because up runs Brian, frantic.

BRIAN It's Ma! A rattler got her in the cellar.

OMITTED 75 INT. COOPER HOUSE - CHARLOTTE'S BEDROOM - DAY (LATER) 76

A small alcove, spare, but surprisingly feminine, with frilly curtains, and porcelain figurines. Charlotte's in bed, white as the sheets, struggling to breath, barely conscious. Matthew and Colleen hover worriedly over their mother's forearm, which is grossly swollen and turning an ugly shade of purple. Suddenly, Mike and Brian burst in. Mike's a flurry of action, taking one look at the arm, then checking gums, eyes, and finally leaning her ear right onto Charlotte's chest for a heartbeat. She's appalled at the gravity of her condition.

MIKE (to Matthew) I need a big bucket of cold water...

He takes off.

MIKE (to Colleen) ... and a glass of cider.

Colleen runs out, just as the Reverend and Maude enter, the Reverend urging the others behind them to wait outside. He then goes to Charlotte's side and begins to pray. Mike glances at Brian, sees his fear, then gestures to Charlotte's good arm.

MIKE Come here and hold your mother's hand for me.

He does as he's told, feeling useful. Mike takes some of the water from the basin into a mortar cup and adds some sort of powder. She stirs, making a gooey plaster, then applies it to the bite. Charlotte moans, manages to focus on Mike.

CHARLOTTE (weak) What're you all doin' here?

MIKE You were bitten by a rattlesnake.

CHARLOTTE Oh, yeah. MIKE You're going to be fine.

CHARLOTTE I am?

Mike looks at Charlotte, but can't answer, instead busies herself bandaging the plaster. She then fishes for some pills from her bag and crushes them, just as Colleen returns with the cider. She drops the crushed pill powder into the cider and hands it to Colleen, as Matthew enters with the bucket.

MIKE (to Colleen) Help your mother drink that. (to Matthew) Put the bucket under her arm.

He does. Mike lowers Charlotte's arm into the water. Charlotte goes limp, the cider dribbling down her cheek.

COLLEEN (alarmed) Ma?!

Mike is there with the stethoscope, listening to Charlotte's chest, but Charlotte revives.

CHARLOTTE Dr. Mike?... MIKE Yes, Charlotte.

CHARLOTTE One thing...

MIKE Anything.

CHARLOTTE Please... Take care of my children.

A look between the Reverend and Maude, surprised. Another between Colleen and Brian, frightened. ON MIKE Overwhelmed. She leans in close to Charlotte's ear, panicked, and whispers, searching the feelings that are flooding her, stumbling on the words...

MIKE Charlotte, not me, I mean, I don't know anything about children, raising them, they don't teach you that in medical school... Besides, you're going to be fine.

CHARLOTTE Promise... Promise...

A beat. Mike stares at the dying woman, then...

MIKE I promise.

MAUDE is touched by this commitment, in spite of herself. Charlotte reaches for the children. They all hug her, as she loses consciousness again, and her breath lapses into the "death rattle". Brian starts to cry, then Colleen. Mike rummages desperately in her medical bag for something -- anything -- that might help. She pulls out another packet of powder, her hand shaking as she tries to pour some into a cup. The Reverend puts his hand on hers to stop her, a plea in his eyes o let these last moments be. She puts the medicine down. OMITTED 77 - 78 FADE OUT: END OF ACT THREE ACT FOUR FADE IN: EXT. CHURCHYARD CEMETERY - DAY - LONG SHOT 79 T

he day is as beautiful as it is sad. Bright sunshine and a cooling breeze play over the two dozen mourners, including Maude, Emily and her baby, Horace, all gathered around Charlotte's grave site. Mike and the children stand together, distraught, as the Reverend offers some inaudible final words... Sully and his wolf stand on the periphery.

ANOTHER ANGLE - CLOSER The Reverend hands a shovel to Matthew who digs a token scoop and tosses it in. Mike is next to Matthew and automatically reaches for the shovel, but he resists giving it to her and, instead, passes it to the next man, Jake Slicker, who likewise shovels a scoop. Mike swallows the slight. She looks to where Sully and the wolf were standing, but they're gone... OMITTED 80 EXT. HOMESTEAD - DAY 81 Matthew drives the Cooper's buckboard up to the cabin. A somber Colleen sits beside him. All their worldly goods are in the rear of the wagon, on top of which sits Brian, melancholy. Mike comes out to greet them, but before she has a chance, Matthew is unhitching the horses.

MATTHEW (to Mike) The horses belong to us. So does everything else. We're free to take it all when we leave.

MIKE You just got here. He leads the horses to the barn... MATTHEW I'm sleepin' out here. ... disappearing inside.

BRIAN I don't wanna stay here.

COLLEEN (climbing down from the buckboard) Well, you got no choice.

Matthew comes out of the barn and over to the wagon.

MATTHEW There's room for a cow.

MIKE Yes, well... The truth is I don't know how to take care of one.

MATTHEW (sarcastic) But you know how to take care of us.

MIKE Now, just a minute, Matthew. I never claimed to know anything about being a mother... MATTHEW You're not our mother.

MIKE I didn't mean that. You know what I mean. I'm not good at homemaking. But then, most doctors aren't. And that's what I am, a doctor. (a beat) Now, I was hoping we could all learn from one another. I'm willing if you are.

BRIAN I wanna go home.

MATTHEW (to Brian) Forget it! Brian jumps down from the wagon and starts running, off into the meadow.

MIKE Brian!

He keeps on running. She takes off after him. So does Matthew. He overtakes her, then Brian, collaring him.

MATTHEW Where do you think you're goin'?

BRIAN I'm runnin' away to live with the Cheyenne!

Brian struggles, flailing and kicking. Mike catches up and wrests him away from Matthew, hugging him to her. They grapple, but Mike hangs on. Finally, Brian grabs hold of her and cries. Mike strokes his hair. Matthew is uncomfortable with this show of emotion. When Mike looks at him, he avoids her eyes and heads back to the cabin... DISSOLVE TO: OMITTED 82 - 85 EXT. GENERAL STORE -DAY 86

Mike and the Cooper children arrive in the buckboard, Matthew at the reins.

MIKE (V.O.) (as if composing as she goes along) Dear Mother, I know that in the past I was... unresponsive to your wish that I learn more about childrearing, however a certain... turn of events has reversed my attitude and I would appreciate any and all advice on the subject.

EXT. GENERAL STORE - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 87 Mike is at one side of the store, ordering some supplies from Maude, when there's a CRASH of glass and a squabble breaks out by the candy counter. Bray grabs Brian by the collar.

BRAY You clumsy fool! COLLEEN Let go of him! Mike hurries over and sees glass and penny candy all over the floor. BRAY He broke one of my candy jars!

BRIAN It was an accident! BRAY He climbed up on that stool after I told him not to!

MIKE (to Brian) Did you disobey Mr. Bray?

BRIAN I just wanted to look.

Not the answer she'd hoped to hear. She looks back down at the mess. MIKE What's the damage?

BRAY Jar's worth a dollar.

Holds a hundred candies, that's another dollar.

MAUDE It was only half full, Loren. He glares at her, then to Mike...

BRAY Dollar fifty.

MIKE Please add it to my bill.

BRAY Durn straight I will, but who's gonna clean up this mess?

Mike looks at Brian.

BRIAN I don't know how. MIKE Then you'll learn. Mike gets a broom and hands it to Brian. BRIAN (to Mike) I hate you!

This stings, but Mike doesn't waver. She turns to Colleen.

MIKE Go on with your shopping.

Colleen gives Bray a dirty look, then goes to the notions counter, as Mike and Maude return to the staples counter. Bray heads for some customers in the hardware area at the rear, grumbling as he goes. Maude goes back to filling Mike's list, both studiously ignoring Brian's cleanup attempt. Maude reaches for a large sack of flour, hoisting it onto the counter. Mike gestures to the candy mess behind her. MIKE Thank you. MAUDE (matter-of-fact) Was the truth. Maude hoists another bag, this one beans. She pauses, looking flushed. MIKE (concerned) Maude?

Maude looks at her, then glances toward the rear of the store to see if Loren's watching. He's not. Lowering her voice...

MAUDE My heart does pound. Jus' like ya said.

MIKE How often does it happen?

MAUDE More 'n more regular. Once, maybe twice a week.

Mike nods, then furtively takes a packet from her medical bag and gives it to Maude.

MIKE It's a powder called digitalis. Take a pinch of it whenever your heart starts to speed up. It'll help slow it back down. Maude looks at the packet, hesitant, but then pockets it.

MIKE It's all I have, but I'll send to Chicago for more.... And, Maude, you can't work so hard.

Maude sees Loren approaching with the other customers. She abruptly turns and continues to fill Mike's list, hoisting another heavy bag onto the counter...

INT. TELEGRAPH OFFICE - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 87A

Horace is busy at his desk, when Mike enters.

MIKE Good morning, Horace. I have a letter to post.

She holds out an envelope to him.

HORACE Eh? MIKE (louder) A letter.

He nods, taking it, weighing it. HORACE Think I'm losin' my hearin'.

MIKE You should let me take a look.

HORACE Naw...

She comes around the counter.

MIKE It won't hurt.

He's reluctant, but also worried enough to let her.

HORACE S'pose not.

She opens her bag and gets out an ear scope. She peers into his ear.

MIKE I see the problem.

HORACE (surprised) Ya do? MIKE I do.

She fishes in her bag for some tweezers.

MIKE Hold still.

She reaches into his ear with the tweezers, removes something and dispenses with it into the waste bin.

MIKE You had more wax in there than an ear plug.

HORACE (he can hear now) I'll be. She puts away her tools.

HORACE Will you take some stamps for the ear, Doc?

MIKE Actually, I need to send a telegram to Chicago, then we can call it even.

She writes on a slip of paper...

HORACE Sounds fair to me. ... and hands it to him.

He reads...

HORACE Some kinda med'cine?

MIKE That's right. And it's very important.

HORACE I'll git it right out.

MIKE Thank you, Horace.

HORACE Anytime.

EXT. SALOON - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 88

Mike heads back to the General Store, passing the Saloon. There's a narrow passage between it and the next building from which comes an urgent...

MYRA'S VOICE (O.S.) Psst, Doc!

Mike stops, looks.

MIKE'S POV / MYRA Myra, pale and distraught, stands at a side door.

MYRA Ya gotta help me.

Mike starts toward her, but suddenly the bartender, Hank, appears, sees Mike.

HANK (to Myra) What d'ya think yer doin'?

He roughly hauls the girl inside, slamming the door shut. Mike's indignant. She comes back to the front and enters the saloon's swinging doors.

INT. SALOON - DAY (SAME TIME) 89

Activity freezes. All eyes are on Mike. She goes up to Myra, who glances fearfully at Hank.

HANK (to Mike) Gonna have to ask ya to leave, Miss.

MIKE And I'm going to have to refuse. (to Myra) Where can we talk? The girl glances toward the rear.

HANK Ladies ain't allowed. MIKE I'm not a lady. I'm a doctor.

OMITTED 90 INT. MYRA'S ROOM - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 91

It's a dingy little room with a basin stand, a rickety dresser and a narrow bed. A few trashy outfits hand on pegs. Mike enters with Myra and closes the door behind them. The girl is literally shaking. MIKE Sit down.

She does.

MIKE What's your name?

MYRA Myra

MIKE I'm Dr. Quinn.

MYRA (feeble smile) I liked what ya said out there, 'bout not being a 'lady'.

MIKE I don't approve of male hypocrisy.

MYRA (doesn't know the word) Me neither.

MIKE Tell me what's wrong.

MYRA (with difficulty) I think I got... ya know...

MIKE A female problem?

Myra nods. Mike begins washing her hands in the basin.

MIKE Have you ever had an examination before? Myra shakes her head, apprehensive.

MIKE There's nothing to be frightened of.

She looks for something to dry her hands on. Myra hurries to get a clean embroidered hanky from a drawer, the only pristine thing in the room. She gives it to Mike.

MIKE Thank you, Myra.

INT. SALOON - BACK HALLWAY - DAY (LATER) 92

Mike comes out. Myra follows, but Mike stops her. MIKE I'll find my way out. I want you to get in bed and rest for at least two days. An no... (what word can she use?) ...activity for a month.

MYRA Hank's gonna be mad as hell.

MIKE The bartender? Myra nods.

MIKE You leave Hank to me.

She turns to go, but Myra puts a hand on her arm.

MYRA Wait.

She goes back in the room, rummages in a dresser drawer and returns with a 'pearl' necklace.

MYRA They ain't real, but they're purty.

Mike takes them.

MIKE They're lovely. Thank you.

MYRA (tears welling) I'm the one should say thanks.

Mike brushes away the girl's tears.

MIKE I'll check back in a week.

Myra nods.

INT. SALOON - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 93 Mike comes from the back and, again, a HUSH falls. She goes up to the bar, announcing --

MIKE Hank, I've given Myra orders to remain chaste for one month.

HANK (doesn't know the word) Chaste?

MIKE She doesn't 'work'.

A rustling of protest among the patrons.

HANK She works for me.

A COWBOY calls out --

COWBOY 'Less you wanna take her place, lady.

LAUGHTER and leering. Mike turns to the room, cool.

MIKE I'm afraid that's not my line of work, gentlemen. As I said, I'm a doctor. And I'll expect to be hearing from any of you who're foolish enough to spend time with Myra before that month is up.

They get her meaning. So does Hank, and he's furious at having his hands tied. He comes around the bar menacingly.

HANK Git out!

Wary, she starts for the door. He's right on her heels. The other men rise and follow. Before she can make it to the swinging doors, they converge, blocking her way. She's frightened, but tries to keep her voice steady...

MIKE Get out of my way.

They push in closer. Mike can smell their sour odors. They can smell her fear. SUDDENLY, one of the cowboys is jerked backward. WIDEN TO REVEAL that Sully has him by the collar. The cowboy takes a swing, but Sully decks him with one blow. A couple of the other cowboys jump Sully, punches fly. Sully takes a hit, but dispenses with both cowboys in short order. As the three cowboys pick themselves up, the others back away... except for one glory seeker whose hand goes to his holster.

COWBOY I ain't 'fraid of ya, mountain man.

The wolf tenses, but Sully signals him to stay put. In a lightning flash, the cowboy goes for his gun, but Sully moves even faster, hurling his tomahawk, knocking the gun from the cowboy's hand before he can pull the trigger. The cowboy is stunned. So are the others. They all back off. Sully picks up his tomahawk and escorts Mike out...

EXT. GENERAL STORE 93A ...

and over to the store. Sully is unruffled, but Mike glances back over her shoulder nervously. No one follows. The kids sit on the boardwalk, next to the wagon filled with supplies, as they come up. COLLEEN (to Mike) Brian cleaned up good.

Mike, still shaken, just nods, then to them all...

MIKE Get in the wagon.

Colleen and Matthew exchange a look as they do. Brian sulks, climbs in the back of the wagon. Mike turns to look at Sully.

MIKE Thank you. Sully looks back at her, and she gets that same uneasy feeling she always has in his presence. He just nods and walks off with the wolf at his side. Mike watches him for a moment, then climbs into the wagon seat next to Matthew.

OMITTED 94 - 95 EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - DAY (LATER) (DUSK) 96

The buckboard rolls along. Mike looks preoccupied, but then glances back to Colleen, perched up close behind the seat, and gives her a reassuring smile. She then looks back to Brian, way at the rear of the wagon, but he angrily turns away.

INT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - DAY 97

Mike awakens at dawn and pulls on her clothes, plus a heavy coat against the chill air and goes to the stove to stoke it up. Beside it, Brian's cot is empty. Not even the blanket. She checks the wardrobe box beneath. It's empty. She hurries outside... EXT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - DAY (SAME TIME) 98 ...

and looks in all directions.

MIKE Brian?!... Brian?!...

Colleen appears behind her, sleepy, at the door. Mike runs for the barn.

INT. BARN - DAY (SAME TIME) 99 Matthew is just coming out in his longjohns, as Mike rushes in and begins saddling her horse. MIKE (to Matthew) Ride into town and get the reverend to organize a search party.

MATTHEW What's wrong? Colleen enter to hear...

MIKE Brian's run away.

Mike tightens the last cinch on the saddle and swings up onto her horse, an old hand now at riding western, skirts and all.

MATTHEW But...

MIKE Do as I say, Matthew. She rides out...

EXT. BARN - DAY (SAME TIME) 100 ...

urging her horse to action... ANOTHER ANGLE ... galloping out across the meadow and disappearing into the woods... FADE OUT: END OF ACT FOUR ACT FIVE FADE IN: EXT. WOODS - DAY 101

Mike rides deep into the woods, looking, listening, calling... MIKE Brian?!... She's been at this for some time. The sun is low in the sky, and the terrain starts to elevate here. The air has turned cold. Frustration plays across Mike's face. Her voice cracks...

MIKE Brian!!!...

Nothing. Just the WIND, a BIRD CALL and silence. Suddenly, and seemingly from out of nowhere, she's surrounded by Cheyenne Indians. She's stunned by their lightning appearance. They stare. She stares.

EXT. INDIAN CAMP - NIGHT 102

The scouting party rides in with Mike, gathering looks as they pass the campfires of several teepees. INT. CHIEF'S TEEPEE - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER) 103

Mike is brought inside by one of the braves and pushed to a sitting position in front of Chief Black Kettle. On one side of him sits a wizened old man, wearing many amulets. On the other side sits... Sully and his wolf. Mike's not surprised to see him there.

MIKE (to Sully) Please, tell them to let me go.

Sully says something in Cheyenne to the brave, still standing behind Mike. He answers. Both Sully and Chief Black Kettle nod.

SULLY He says you were lost, so they brought you here for safe keeping.

MIKE I wasn't lost. Well, maybe I was, but I was looking for Brian.

He had it in his head to run off and live with the Cheyenne. He thinks you live with the Indians, and you're his hero.

SULLY That right?

MIKE That's right. So he's out there somewhere, wandering around in the cold with wild animals... The Chief speaks, obviously want to know what's transpiring. Sully explains at length in Cheyenne, as Mike waits. Her eyes go to... THE WOLF ... which is staring at her with an expression of uncanny intelligence. Finally, Sully turns to her.

SULLY Chief Black Kettle says his people will search for the boy as soon as it's light enough to see. Mike looks directly at the Chief.

MIKE Thank you.

OMITTED 103A EXT. CAMPFIRE - LATER - NIGHT 104

Sully sits across a small fire from Mike. The wolf dozes lightly at Sully's side, lifting it's head occasionally whenever the fire POPS or a nightbird SINGS. Sully takes an ear of corn from the fire and holds it out to her. She shakes her head.

SULLY Gotta eat.

MIKE I'm not hungry, thank you.

SULLY You plan on looking for the boy come sun-up?

MIKE Of course.

SULLY Then you better eat, hungry or not.

He thrusts the corn at her again. This time she takes it. He takes one, too, and settles back. They eat in silence for a moment, each fully aware of the night, the fire, their proximity to one another... MIKE (wistful) The last time I ate corn-on-the-cob I was sitting on the banks of the River Charles. SULLY Where's that?

MIKE Home. (a beat) Are you ever homesick, Mr. Sully?

SULLY Nope.

A beat.

MIKE Do you think he'll be alright out there?

SULLY No way of really knowin'.

MIKE (tears well) I let Charlotte down.

SULLY You done your best. Life just has a way of takin' its own course.

He tosses his finished cob into the fireplace and unrolls an Indian blanket. It looks like he's going to cover himself with it, but then he gets up and goes around to drape it around Mike's shoulders. At his touch, she looks up at him. For the first time, she realizes what the uneasy feeling around him has been about. The sexual tension is at last overt. They feel the power of the attraction, as it hangs in the balance between them... Finally, they pull away at the same instant, she wrapping the blanket around her tightly, he returning to his place and hunkering down. He uses his pack for a pillow of sorts and closes his eyes. She curls up on her side and closes her eyes, as well, but after a beat, she opens them, staring across the fire at Sully. After another beat, his eyes open and look right at her. Caught, she quickly turns over, away from the feeling, away from those eyes...

OMITTED 105 - 106 EXT. HOMESTEAD - DAY 107

The townsmen are gathered at dawn on horseback, among them the Reverend, Loren Bray and Jake Slicker. Matthew is saddles up, too, while Colleen stands with some women.

SLICKER We should spread out and meet up at the Sand Creek before dark.

No one disagrees. They head out. COLLEEN watches them go.

EXT. WILDERNESS - DAY (LATER) 108

The sun's up bright now. Mike and Sully follow a deer trail. Sully checks the underbrush for signs of Brian's passage. Mike scans the area. The wolf sniffs the air.

MIKE Brian?!...

EXT. HILLSIDE - DAY (SAME TIME) 109 Chief Black Kettle and a dozen braves comb the side of the brushy hill. EXT. WOODS - DAY (LATER) 110

ON MATTHEW The worry shows on his face in spite of his attempt to mask his emotions in the presence of the other men. MATTHEW Brian!...

His head keeps turning to look again where he has already looked -- and again -- and again...

EXT. STREAM - DAY (SAME TIME) 111

Mike and Sully pause by the shallow running water. The wolf drinks. ON SULLY He bends down, cupping his hand for the cool water, looking up as he drinks, across to the other side. SULLY'S POV On the opposite bank is a flicker of blue. Sully stops drinking and squints to focus, then suddenly stands and strides across the water, splashing Mike.

MIKE Sir!... Then she sees that he's on to something.

She wades across, unthinking of her shoes or skirts. He bends to pick something up.

MIKE What is it?

He hands her a fragment of blue material. She examines it carefully, then looks up at him.

MIKE Brian has a blue flannel shirt... That's enough for Sully. He takes back the fragment and gives the wolf a nod. It crosses to him. He lets it sniff the material, then gives it the lead on that side of the creek. Mike and Sully follow the wolf.

EXT. SAND CREEK - DAY (LATER) 112

Several of the Indian bands converge, including Black Kettle's.

EXT. HILLTOP - DAY (SAME TIME) 113

Matthew and the townsmen crest the hill, looking down on Sand Creek in the distance. They spot the Indians and immediately fall back, out of sight. Several men are quite agitated Bray foremost. BRAY They're off the reserve.

MATTHEW Maybe it's a huntin' party.

BRAY And maybe it's a raidin' party.

REVEREND Now, Loren, we've got enough trouble without you conjuring up an Indian war. BRAY The red man ain't kept his word yet to the white man.

MATTHEW I think you got that backwards, Mr. Bra.

BRAY Look here, son, we all know your ma was an Indian lover, God rest her soul, but this ain't no time for sentiment.

MURMURS of agreement. Bias is definitely with Bray.

REVEREND But Matthew's right. You're jumpin' to conclusions.

BRAY I see what I see. (gesturing) There they are, plain as the nose on yer face. (points to a young man) Jeremy, get over to the fort and tell Colonel Chivington. The boy nods, rides off.

EXT. WILDERNESS - DAY (LATER) 114 Mike and Sully are in a rockier area. Mike has trouble keeping up, as the wolf moves steadily along, onto a scent. QUICK DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. ROCKY RAVINE - DAY (SHORT TIME LATER) 115

The wolf is loping along now. Mike and Sully keep up, tense with anticipation. Suddenly, the wolf stops. They come up behind it. There's a drop-off into a ravine. Mike leans over, trying to see. MIKE Brian?!... Nothing... But then, a small voice, weak and faraway... BRIAN (O.S.) Ma? Mike looks to Sully. Tears sting her eyes. The wolf has found a way down the steep slope. The scramble after it. ANOTHER ANGLE They climb, slipping, regaining footing, sliding part of the way, but they arrive at an outcropping that's a sheer fall some twenty feet to a small ledge. On that ledge is Brian, his leg badly broken... Mike looks around frantically for a way to get to him, but there's no access. Even the wolf paces, frustrated. Sully sizes up the situation and determines to do the only thing possible... scale the wall down to Brian. He takes off his shoes. MIKE What're you doing?

He doesn't answer, just starts his descent. She holds her breath. The wolf utters a whine of concern. Almost losing his footing at every step, Sully slowly inches his way down to Brian. He uses his tomahawk like a piton, wedging it into cracks in the rocks for a grip he could never effect with his hands alone. Finally, he gets to the boy. ON SULLY AND BRIAN Brian's in pain and shock, but he's cogent. Sully turns his back and bends down.

SULLY Grab 'hold.

Brian clutches Sully tight around the neck. Sully stands up. Brian grasps in pain, his hold faltering. SULLY Hang on tight!

Brian renews his grip. Sully starts to climb... Slowly, precariously, he crawls up the side of the rock... finally coming close enough to the top for Mike to grab both of tem and pull them over. She hugs Brian to her, both crying. The wolf licks Brian. Sully watches a beat, then Mike pulls herself together, the doctor in her taking over.

MIKE (to Sully) His leg is broken. I'll need a splint.

He goes to find that, as Mike tears Brian's pantleg away from the break, careful to move it as little as possible. MIKE You're all right, Brian, but I'm going to have to set your leg so we can move you. S

he strokes his hair, as Sully returns with a stick. The wolf hasn't moved from Brian's side.

MIKE (to Sully, meaningfully) Will you hold him, please.

Sully places himself behind the boy's head, first slipping a smaller stick between his teeth, then holding his upper body gently, but firmly. Brian reaches out and hangs onto the wolf. He squeezes his eyes shut, tries not to show the pain, but... CLOSE ON BRIAN ... and he bites through he stick with a CRACK, when the bone in his leg is forced back into place.

EXT. SAND CREEK - DAY (LATER) 116

The sun is low, as most of the Cheyenne have converged. ANOTHER ANGLE They're spotted by a brave, and quickly the Cheyenne are coming toward them, helping them, carrying Brian. ANOTHER ANGLE They're brought to Chief Black Kettle, who smiles at Brian. Brian smiles back. Suddenly, word of another arrival spreads. They look to see...

EXT. HILL CREST - DAY (SAME TIME) 116A …

Colonel Chivington and twenty uniformed calvary soldiers ride to the crest of the hill. The townsmen come forward at the arrival of the soldiers. CLOSE ON MATTHEW who sees Mike, Sully and Brian.

MATTHEW It's Brian! He takes off, galloping down the hill.

BRAY Hey!... Colonel Chivington fears losing the moment, gives the command...

CHIVINGTON Charge! The soldiers roar down the hill.

EXT. SAND CREEK - DAY (SAME TIME) 116B

The Cheyenne see them coming and scramble to their horses and weapons. Mike grabs Brian, but Sully has beaten her to it. He heads for cover, along with the wolf. Mike waves her arms at the calvary, signaling furiously, trying her best to head off the impending disaster. ANOTHER ANGLE The soldiers overtake Matthew. As they THUNDER past him, he yells, unheard for the pounding of the hooves...

MATTHEW No!...

He gallops after them. ANOTHER ANGLE Mike runs straight at the oncoming calvary. ANOTHER ANGLE Chivington's men see her and automatically balk. BLACK KETTLE is trying to calm his men, away from the confrontation when he realizes what she's doing.

CHIVINGTON feels his men reining in.

SULLY hides Brian behind some rocks and looks back for Mike. He spots her. With a hand gesture, he tells the wolf to stay put with the boy, then runs for Mike. MIKE is frightened by the onrushing horses, but she stands her ground, waving to be heard. Just as the soldiers are about to overrun her, they yank their horses to a stop. Behind them, Chivington has no choice but to order... CHIVINGTON Halt!...

Sully gets to her, as Chivington rides up. He addresses Sully. CHIVINGTON You're interfering with government business!

Sully isn't about to steal Mike's thunder. He drawls, matter-of-fact...

SULLY Better talk to the lady. Chivington glares, just as Matthew rides up.

MIKE (to Chivington) This is a search party. My boy was lost, and these people tried to help me find him.

MATTHEW (to Chivington) That's what I was trying to tell you!

Behind Mike, the Indians stare benignly at the calvary soldiers, who're convinced. Chivington realizes this with frustration.

CHIVINGTON (to Mike) The Cheyenne have broken federal law by leaving their reserve in a number greater than two.

MIKE That's my fault, sir. (simply) Please accept my apology.

She has him. Chivington's horse stomps and prances for a moment, then he turns it abruptly. CHIVINGTON (to his men) Fall back.

They retreat back up the hillside. Mike runs to the rocks where Brian is hidden and takes him in her arms. He hugs her around the neck.

BRIAN You sure told 'em, Dr. Mike. Mike smiles and kisses his cheek, as Matthew rides up to them. He jumps down and ruffles Brian's hair, then gently lifts his brother onto his horse. He swings up into the saddle behind him, looks down at Mike.

MATTHEW Thanks.

She knows how difficult that was for him and doesn't prolong the moment.

MIKE Poor Colleen will be worried sick by now. Let's go home. She swings up onto her horse, turns to find Sully standing there. A look passes between them, then she rides off. FADE OUT: END OF ACT FIVE ACT SIX FADE IN: EXT. GENERAL STORE - DAY 117

A cold, windy day, the sky threatening rain. Pumpkins are stacked in front of Bray's store. The Cooper buckboard rolls into town with Mike and the children. The stagecoach has just arrived, and cargo, including mail bags, is being unloaded.

MIKE (V.O.) Brian's leg healed well. I wish I could say the same for relations with the Cheyenne. The townspeople were fearful, and the soldiers were spiteful, but with winter approaching, peace prevailed.

INT. GENERAL STORE - DAY (SHORT TIME LATER) 118

Mike checks a list of provisions, as she selects items. Colleen admires some bolts of cloth held up by Maude, while Brian covets something over in a glass case. Bray waits on the Reverend, who buys tobacco for his pipe. MIKE (V.O.) As for my practice, I'd had some, well, very challenging cases...

REVEREND (to Mike) How's Mr. Stortle's pig?

MIKE Very well, thank you. I never knew pigs were so intelligent.

BRAY Heard farmers say they're smarter'n dogs.

BRIAN But not wolves. BRAY Didn't say wolves, did I? The Reverend finishes his purchase and comes up to Mike. REVEREND (offhandedly) Cancelled that advertisement.

She looks at him.

REVEREND For a new doc. Don't see much point. Do you?

She smiles. Colleen holds up a rose-colored material for Mike to see.

COLLEEN Do you like it?

MIKE I think it's lovely, but the important thing is, do you like it?

BRAY (barks at Mike) Don't you want to know the price?

MAUDE (ignores him, to Colleen) Gonna make a dress for the Christmas dance?

Colleen looks to Mike hopefully. Mike nods. Colleen turns to Maude, delighted...

COLLEEN Eight yards, please. Bray shakes his head in disapproval, as Maude measures it off and cuts.

BRAY (muttering to himself) Such a thing as spoiling children.

Mike ignores him and goes to the glass case where Brian is still transfixed. The Reverend comes over to look, too.

MIKE What's caught your fancy, Brian?

He points. In the rear of the case is a beautiful wood carving of a wolf.

MIKE It looks like Sully's wolf.

REVEREND It is. Sully's the one who carved it.

MIKE (surprised) I thought he was a miner.

BRAY (comes up) He's a misfit.

MIKE Then why sell his carving?

BRAY Didn't put it there.

He shoots a look at Maude, who looks uncomfortable.

MAUDE It belonged to our...

BRAY That's enough!

Mike wants to ease the tense moment between the couple.

MIKE I'd like to buy it.

Bray turns on her, glaring, but then, without a word, he removes it form the case and hands it to her. She, in turn, hands it to Brian, who cradles it reverently. Mike goes to the counter to pay her bill, as Maude retreats to pick up the bolt of material and reaches to put it back on the shelf. As she does, she's stricken. She staggers, grabbing at her shoulder with one hand, pulling the bolt of material loose with the other, as she falls. Mike is around the counter in a flash. Bray and the Reverend are right behind her. Maude is intensely flushed, sweating, barely conscious. Mike cradles her head. MIKE Maude?... Maude, the powder, where is it?

No response.

BRAY What powder?

Mike ignores him, raising her voice urgently.

MIKE Maude! Listen to me!

Bray tries to intervene physically...

BRAY We outta get her to bed. …

but Mike pushes him away.

MIKE No! BRAY Ya gonna jus' let her lie there on the floor?!

MIKE She shouldn't be moved!

Jake Slicker and other townspeople crowd into the store, watching as Mike searches Maude's pockets frantically, finding nothing.

MIKE Maude, the powder!

Maude's eyes flicker open and she manages... MAUDE Gone.

MIKE Dear, God... (to Bray) Hold her head up.

He obeys, as Mike bolts up and runs from the store.

EXT. GENERAL STORE - DAY (SAME TIME) 119

Mike runs as fast as she can, pushing past people, dashing into... INT. TELEGRAPH OFFICE - DAY (SAME TIME) 120 ...where she startles Horace at his desk.

HORACE Whoa, there. MIKE (gasping for breath) Horace... the mail bag...

HORACE Jus' came in.

He gestures to it beside his desk. She seizes it and upends it all over the floor.

HORACE Hey!...

She scrambles onto the floor, searching through the mail.

MIKE Help me, Horace! We've got to find the medicine!

HORACE What's they hurry?

MIKE Please, help me!!

Her urgency convinces him to drop to his knees and help search. Horace holds up an envelope with a smile.

HORACE Here's one from Boston, Massachusetts.

She grabs the letter, glances at it and shoves it in her pocket.

MIKE No!

HORACE But I thought...

MIKE The medicine! From Chicago!

She resumes her search, as he double-checks her. Nothing.

HORACE It just ain't come yet.

She's frustrated, devastated, turns and runs back out.

INT. GENERAL STORE - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 121

Mike bursts back in and pushes her way behind the counter. Maude is beet red and barely breathing. Even Loren is panicked now. He makes way for her. She kneels beside Maude, who tries to speak, but the effort is too much for her. Her eyes flutter... and she's gone.

BRAY (to Mike) Do somethin'.

MIKE There's nothing I can do!!

She sees the look in Bray's eyes, as well as the faces of the others peering down. Their faith had momentarily been in her, but she's failed them. Failed Maude. Failed herself... DISSOLVE TO: EXT. HOMESTEAD - NIGHT 122

A rain storm outside. THUNDER and lightning. Sheets of water pounding the roof.

MIKE (V.O.) I'd lost patients before, but never for want of a simple drug. This sort of frontier justice was something I would never accept.

INT. HOMSTEAD - CABIN - NIGHT (SAME TIME) 123

Mike and the Coopers sit around the table, bundled against the cold and damp. They've finished supper. Mike stares down at her plate, hardly touched. Colleen is hand-stitching the beginnings of her dance dress. She sees Mike's melancholy, tries to cheer her...

COLLEEN You still haven't read your letter.

Mike looks up, tries to rally. She pulls it from her pocket, opens the envelope carefully and withdraws the pages.

MIKE (reading aloud) "Dear Michaela,..." (to kids) That's what my mother calls me. (reads) "Dear Michaela, I have just this moment received your letter of November tenth. It's hard to believe we are nearly a month apart by post. Anything I write will be obsolete..."

She looks up at their faces to see if the word stumps them. It does.

MIKE Obsolete is when something is over and done with for a long time. (reads again) "Anything I write will be obsolete by the time you read this, but so be it... Mary is with child." (to the children) Mary's my oldest sister. (back to the letter) "The baby is due in May. Perhaps you'll return by then. I won't pretend not to hope that you'll give up this lark. You are a civilized woman, not some rustic. As for my advice on child rearing? Come home, settle down and raise a family of your own..."

Mike stops reading, tears stinging her eyes. She leaves the table and goes to her bed. She tries to stifle the tears, but can't. Her shoulders shake. A hand on one make her look. It's Colleen. Mike hugs her tight and weeps... DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. HOMESTEAD - NIGHT 124

An icy wind blows. The cabin is dark.

INT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - NIGHT (SAME TIME) 125

The household sleeps when... SUDDENLY ... there's a POUNDING at the door, causing them all to jump.

MIKE Who is it?

SULLY (O.S.) Sully. Open up.

BRIAN Sully!

Mike lifts the door latch, and it bursts open. Sully is standing there with two Cheyenne braves, who carry a wounded Chief Black Kettle into the room and lay him on the table. His head, neck and chest are covered with blood. The wolf is last in and takes a post by the door, which is closed against the cold by Sully. Brian goes to sit with the wolf, who remembers him, as Matthew enters from the barn. Mike is torn between her roles as doctor and guardian of the children, but it's impossible to protect them from this reality. Colleen and Matthew hang back, but observe throughout. Mike gets her medical bag and examines the chief. MIKE (to Sully) What happened?

SULLY Chivington and his men ambushed their village. Burned it to the ground. Massacred near everybody. MIKE (looks up) He has a bullet lodged in his neck.

SULLY Can you get it out?

MIKE I think so, but the swelling is starting to block his air passage. He can't breathe. I'm going to have to do something about that first.

She hurriedly splashes carbolic acid on her hands, her scalpel and the Chief's neck, then poises her knife to cut straight across the front of his throat. One of the braves grips her hand, stopping her. There's a heated exchange between Sully and the Indians. Finally, the brave lets go.

SULLY (to Mike) You better know what you're doin'.

MIKE It's called a tracheotomy.

And she proceeds, seemingly cutting the Chief's throat, but in actuality, freeing his windpipe. Everyone is stunned when no blood gushes out, and in fact, the Chief begins to breathe through the opening. He regains consciousness. She douses a cloth with chloroform and tries to place it over his nose, but he pushes it away.

MIKE (continuing, to Sully) Tell him it's so he won't feel the pain.

Sully translates. The Chief shakes his head. SULLY He's not afraid of pain.

No time to argue. She discards the chloroform, picks up an instrument and begins probing in his neck for the bullet. The Chief doesn't make a sound. Mike has to go deeper. Still not a whimper from Black Kettle. Finally, she extracts the bullet and holds it up for all to see... FADE OUT: END OF ACT SIX ACT SEVEN FADE IN: EXT. HOMESTEAD - NIGHT 126

Pre-dawn. A light snow is falling. The moon has set, but the first hint of the rising sun touches the horizon. Light glows from inside the cabin.

INT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - DAY (SAME TIME) 127 Chief Black Kettle lies on Mike's bed, swathed in blankets, asleep. The braves sit on the floor by the stove. Colleen is asleep in her clothes atop her cot. Matthew has fallen asleep sitting up on Brian's cot. Brian is wide awake, watching the braves. Mike and Sully sit at the table, conferring in low tones. SULLY Soon as the sun's up, Chivington's men will search for Black Kettle's body. When they don't find it, they'll come lookin'.

MIKE You can't move him. It could start the bleeding again. Besides, I need to stitch up that tracheotomy when the swelling goes down.

Sully considers this, worrying out a solution. Mike watches him, his intense concern.

MIKE (continuing, gently) What made you get so involved?

He looks into her eyes, deciding whether to open himself any further, then looks over at the wolf.

SULLY See that wolf over there.

Mike looks to see it still sitting quietly with Brian.

SULLY People say it's evil, but it's been a friend to me. Same thing with the Indians. (looks back at Mike) When the white man first set foot in these parts thirty years ago, there was thousands of wolves. Government put a bounty on their head. Now there's only a few hundred. (a beat) Way I see it, same thing's happenin' to the Indians.

A beat MIKE We can hide Chief Black Kettle in the barn

OMITTED 128 INT. BARN - LATER (MOMENTS LATER) 129

The animals stir at their entrance, watching with wide eyes. Mike leads the braves to Matthew's cot at the end of the stalls, where they place the Chief. Mike covers Black Kettle with blankets as the braves talk between themselves, then to Sully.

SULLY (to Mike) They want to know how long.

MIKE At least a day until the tissue binds enough.

Sully tells the Indians. They don't like it, but they have no choice. Mike finishes.

SULLY You better go on back to the house. MIKE Come with me, Brian.

Reluctantly, he goes out. A look between Mike and Sully, then she follows. He hooks a rope latch on the barn door behind them.

INT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - LATER - DAY 130

Mike and the children make themselves busy, tense from the waiting. Mike nervously gets up from some accounting at the table and goes to look out the window.

EXT. HOMESTEAD - MIKE'S POV - DAY (SAME TIME) 131

A small band of soldiers rides up from the creek. MIKE (V.O.) They're coming. INT. BARN - DAY (SAME TIME) 132 Sully peers through the slats, watching...

INT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - DAY (SAME TIME) 133

Mike checks the room for anything that might give away Black Kettle's presence. MIKE (to Matthew) You cleared all their tracks? MATTHEW Every last one.

Colleen is suddenly struck with an unpleasant thought.

COLLEEN (to Mike) What if they recognize you from Sand Creek?

Mike looks back out the window, worried.

EXT. HOMESTEAD - MIKE'S POV - DAY (SAME TIME) 134

The soldiers are almost to the cabin. INT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - DAY (SAME TIME) 134A

Mike hurries back to the table and sits. The others return to their activity. A beat and the SOUND of horses and men outside. There's a KNOCK at the door. Mike and the children exchange looks, as she rises to answer it. Two muddy SOLDIERS, their uniforms still blood-splashed, stand there. Two more wait on their horses.

SOLDIER (takes off his hat) Ma'am.

MIKE (with a western accent) Kin I help ya?

This gets a quick look from the children.

SOLDIER We're looking from some renegades mighta come this way.

MIKE (feigned alarm) Injuns? 'Round these parts?

The Soldier looks past her into the cabin. SOLDIER Sorry, but we got orders to search ev'ry house.

She swings the door wide.

MIKE Help yerself.

He and the other soldier enter and look around. The children stop and stare, keeping their cool. Satisfied, the men turn back to Mike at the door.

SOLDIER If you see any renegades, send the boy...

He gestures to Matthew, which makes him bristle.

SOLDIER ... to the fort.

MIKE Yessir.

The men leave. Mike closes the door after them. She waits a beat, then goes to the window. The children join her.

EXT. HOMESTEAD - THEIR POV - DAY (SAME TIME) 135

The soldiers head out, passing the barn. One of them looks sideways at it, then says something to the other. OMITTED 136 - 137

INT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN (SAME TIME) 137A Mike and the children tense.

EXT. HOMESTEAD - THEIR POV - DAY (SAME TIME) 137B

The soldiers turn their horses toward the barn.

INT. BARN - DAY (SAME TIME) 137C

Sully sees them coming. He says something to the two braves, who spring into action, lifting Black Kettle from the cot.

EXT. BARN - WIDE ANGLE - DAY (SAME TIME) 137D

Both the front and rear of the barn are visible, though not to the soldiers. As they near the front door, the braves slip out the back with their horses and Chief Black Kettle, scrambling down a hillside for cover.

INT. BARN - DAY (SAME TIME) 137E

Sully is about to slip out with them, when the soldiers rattle the front door. It's still latched. EXT. BARN - DAY (SAME TIME) 137F

The soldiers push on the door, their suspicions rousing.

INT. BARN - DAY (SAME TIME) 137G

Sully wields his tomahawk and hurls it with precision to cut the rope latch loose.

EXT. BARN - DAY (SAME TIME) 137H

The door gives. The soldiers shove their way inside....

INT. BARN - DAY (SAME TIME) 137I ...just as the rear door closes behind Sully, unseen to them. They look around, then, satisfied, turn back to the door, exiting without noticing... THE TOMAHAWK ... stuck in the wall.

EXT. HILLSIDE - DAY (SAME TIME) 137J

Sully slides the last part of the way, ducking behind some bushes with the Cheyenne, watching for the soldiers, who can be seen mounting up in front of the barn and riding off. DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. BARN - DAY 137K There's a foot of snow on the ground, but the sky is wedgewood blue. Mike and the children watch, as the braves hoist Black Kettle onto one of the Cooper horses. SULLY (to Matthew) Had to borrow one of your horses, son.

MATTHEW Proud to lend it.

SULLY Can't promise you'll get it back.

MATTHEW No harm. Sully turns to shake his hand.

SULLY You ma did a good job raisin' you up.

One of the braves swings up onto the horse with Black Kettle.

BRIAN (to Sully) Ain't you ridin' with 'em, Sully?

SULLY Nope.

BRIAN Why not?

SULLY 'Fraid of horses.

Mike reacts.

BRIAN (thinks he's kidding) Naw.

SULLY Yep. Always been. (avoiding Mike's eyes) Everybody's got somethin' they're 'fraid of, son.

The rest of the Cheyenne mount up.

CHIEF BLACK KETTLE turns to Mike. Everyone is still. Only the RUSTLE of the horses and the WHISTLE of the wind high in the pines. The Chief signs something to Sully. She looks to him for translation.

SULLY He just gave you your Cheyenne name... 'Medicine Woman'.

She looks back at Black Kettle, moved by the tribute. The Chief lifts his arm in farewell, and the Indians ride off toward the woods. They watch them go.

MIKE (to Sully) What's he going to do now?

SULLY (staring after the Chief) What he never wanted to do.

She looks at him.

SULLY Fight.

They all stare after Black Kettle for a moment... then Sully signals the wolf, which is instantly at his side.

SULLY I'll be goin'.

Mike seems like she wants to say something, but she doesn't know what. He walks toward the creek and doesn't look back. LONG SHOT of the homestead, with Mike and the children by the barn and the Cheyenne headed away in one direction, Sully in the other... SLOW DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. HOMESTEAD - NIGHT 138

A snow storm rages, fast becoming a blizzard.

MIKE (V.O.) We didn't see Sully again after that. He seemed to disappear into the winter... But with the winter came Christmas Eve. I

NT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - NIGHT (SAME TIME) 139

Colleen sits long-faced in the rocker, all decked out in her now-finished rose-colored dress, a pair of Mike's fancy shoes, a pretty comb in her curled hair.

MIKE (V.O.) Colleen had looked forward to the church dance, but when the day came, we were snowed in...

Mike, too, is dressed in her finest. It's been a while since she's looked like this, and she likes it for a change. On the other hand, Brian and Matthew squirm in their suits. The latter goes to the window and check the weather.

MATTHEW Turnin' into a blizzard out there. (to Mike) Can't we change outta these getups? COLLEEN No! It's gonna let up any minute.

MATTHEW Hogwash.

COLLEEN Shut up!

MIKE Stop it.

Colleen and Matthew glare at each other.

MIKE Is that any way to talk on the eve of Jesus' birthday?

They both look away, contrite. Mike goes to the window to confirm Matthew's forecast. She turns to find Colleen crying. M

ATTHEW Aw, gee...

Mike shoots him a look, then sits next to Colleen, putting an arm around her shoulder.

MIKE Christmas isn't about parties, Colleen. COLLEEN (sniffling) I know. I was just countin' on it for so long. Mike nods, sympathetic.

BRIAN How're we gonna get a tree to decorate?

MATTHEW You go out there, you're gonna get eatin' by the snow monster.

MIKE (to Brian) It's not about decorating trees either. MATTHEW And it's sure not about dressin' fancy.

MIKE No... No, it's not. Though I don't think it will hurt to let God see us cleaned up for a change.

Matthew shrugs.

BRIAN The snow monster?

MIKE All right now...

Let's sing Christmas carols. No one responds, so she starts singing alone.

MIKE (singing) "Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright. Round yon virgin, mother and child, holy infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace".

Her voice cracks, for the memories this stirs. The children are alarmed, then ashamed. Colleen is the first to start singing...

COLLEEN "We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas..." ... then the boys join in. CHILDREN "We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy New Year".

Mike finds a smile and joins them.

ALL "Good tidings we bring to you and your kin... Good tidings for Christmas and a happy New Year..."

EXT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - NIGHT 139A Totally snowbound.

INT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - NIGHT 140 Candles light the room, as they sit down to a supper of bread and preserves. They bow their heads for grace.

MIKE Dear Lord, Grant us the strength to accept the misfortunes of this past year. Please give us the courage to face the challenges that lie ahead. Whenever possible, watch over and protect us from harm. We thank you for bringing us together, for our good health and for this bread... And, Lord, please tell Charlotte thank you for her preserves. We think of her often and miss her dearly. Amen.

They look up.

COLLEEN It always sounds like you're talking to God like he was sittin' here with us. MIKE I'd like to think he is.

She passes around the meager dinner. Brian has something on his mind.

BRIAN Dr. Mike?

MIKE Hm? BRIAN Do you think Ma would mind if I called you Ma, too?

Matthew and Colleen react. Mike looks to them and gets their silent approval.

MIKE (gently) No... I don't think she'd mind a bit.

A beat, broken by a SUDDEN KNOCKING on the door. They all jump, startled at the unlikelihood of anyone being out on a night like this. Brian looks frightened. Mike opens it and in blows a gust of snow and with it a half-frozen Sully and the wolf.

MIKE You're here...

Matthew pulls him inside and pushes the door closed against the wind. They all stand staring at him in amazement, they in their finery, he in his mountain man clothes covered with ice. Mike finally snaps to. MIKE Come by the fire.

She steers him next to the stove. A whining is HEARD. They look to the wolf but it's not him. Sully manages to open his coat and pulls from it a wolf puppy. He hands it to Brian. Sully manages to speak. SULLY Merry Christmas. Brian cuddles the pup. BRIAN Thanks, Sully! Sully has thawed enough to pull some brown paper-wrapped packages from his coat. He hands two small ones to Colleen and Matthew. They open them. Matthew's is a whittling knife. Colleen's is a carved hair clip. COLLEEN Thank you, Mr. Sully.

MATTHEW Yeah, thanks. Lastly,

Sully hands a larger package to Mike. She opens it. It's a big, beautifully carved doctor's plaque which reads "M. QUINN, M.D

. -- MEDICINE WOMAN". Tears spring to her eyes. SULLY Now, that's a shingle.

MIKE It certainly is... Thank you. He nods, uncomfortable, then goes to the door and opens it. Snow swirls in. He signals the wolf, as if to make one of his usual exits, but...

MIKE No, wait...

He turns.

MIKE Please. Stay. Eat with us.

He hesitates...

EXT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - NIGHT (SAME TIME) 141 ...

standing in the doorway, Mike and the children beyond. A beat, then he goes inside. The door closes behind him.

MIKE (V.O.) I had come to the Colorado territory to find acceptance as a doctor. But I found much more. I found a home, a new family, and for Christmas I received the greatest gift of all... the gift of love.

PULL BACK as SOUND OF SINGING rise from the cabin, a Christmas carol, deck the halls... FADE OUT: THE END

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Sonmi451 (23:24)

Haaa ça je sais! lol

CastleBeck (23:25)

Sur ce, moi, il parait que je dois retourner travailler (et pelleter), alors je vous souhaite une excellente fin de soirée et une bonne nuit

stanary (23:26)

Bon courage au travail
Bonne nuit et bonne fin de soirée.

Sonmi451 (23:28)

Travailles-bien !

CastleBeck (23:29)

Merci

Sonmi451 (23:35)

Sur ce j'y vais aussi.

Sonmi451 (14:23)

Bonne journée à tous! Et Joyeuse St-Nicolas!

arween (18:40)

Vous êtes nombreux à fêter la Saint Nicolas ?

Xanaphia (19:04)

En tout cas chez moi aussi ça se fête Alors bonne Saint Nicolas

arween (19:05)

Dans le sud, ça ne se fête pas du tout

Xanaphia (19:11)

Et oui c'est plutôt du nord et de l'est de la France +la Belgique, si je ne dis pas de bêtise ^^

arween (19:11)

ouais donc loin de chez moi ^^

Xanaphia (19:12)

vous avez des fêtes spéciales par chez vous ?

arween (19:13)

Non rien du tout

arween (19:13)

Ah attends si on la fête de mai.

arween (19:14)

Mais je crois que c'est juste à Nice

Xanaphia (19:14)

la fête de mai ?

mnoandco (19:14)

Oui, chez moi aussi il y a la Saint Nicolas (Nord Est) ! et le père fouettard...pour les pas gentils...ne me sens évidement pas concernée!

arween (19:15)

Honnêtement je ne sors pas beaucoup là où il y a foule alors je sais pas trop ce qu'ils font

Xanaphia (19:15)

coucou ah oui le folklore local ^^

Lolo1710 (19:27)

Saint Nicolas c'est sacré en Belgique, les primaires font un spectacle chaque année puis les autre c'est surtout pour les bonbons ?

Xanaphia (19:29)

Ou les chocolats et les coquilles

Lolo1710 (19:41)

Ouaip, un truc génial aussi mais c'est peut être que dans mon école, c'est les filles qui font régime et qui troc des bonbons contre des mandarines

Sonmi451 (21:20)

Moi je fais saint-Nicolas car mon homme est du nord-Est mais ma fête à moi arrive jeudi. ^^

Sonmi451 (21:20)

Avec la fête des lumières.

Sonmi451 (21:21)

Bonsoir au fait!

Xanaphia (21:30)

Bonsoir Ah la fête des lumières ça doit être joli ^^

Sonmi451 (21:36)

Très.

Sonmi451 (21:37)

Cette année, je vais me contenter de mettre les lampions aux fenêtres.

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Bonne journée de chasse aux cadeaux sur la citadelle!

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Bonjour la citadelle ! Une grande animation vous attends sur The Night Shift, venez participer !

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Bonjour tout le monde ! Vous pouvez, si vous le souhaitez, venir sur le quartier "True Blood" pour commenter le (très) beau calendrier de décembre, fait par Sonmi. Merci par avance et bon dimanche à tous.

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Bonjour tout le monde! En plus du nouveau sondage, n'hésitez à venir découvrir le nouveau calendrier et la nouvelle photo du mois sur le quartier "The Last Ship"

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arween (18:46)

Venez voir les nouveaux calendriers de The Night Shift (serie²) et Dollhouse (Xana).

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Seulement 2 persones pour commenter le design Noël de The Fosters ? Venez donner votre avis en plus, un sondage sur votre souhait de cadeau est en ligne !

stella (19:25)

Special spécial Noel sur le quartier Downton Abbey et sans oublier son calendrier de l'avent original

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Bonsoir. Sondage dédié à "Game of Thrones" dans le quartier "Harry Potter"...

DGreyMan (22:40)

... ou le contraire ! ^^

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Plus que quelques jours pour vous inscrire à la grande soirée HypnoGame Arrow dans les forums de l'accueil ou par MP!!!

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Bonjour à tous ! Aujourd'hui nous lançons une toute nouvelle rubrique, les reviews. Rendez-vous sur la page HypnoReview ou à l'accueil pour plus d'infos Bonne lecture et bonne journée !

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Bonjour !!!! Venez vous inscrire aux concours de Noël dans les quartiers de ncis Los Angeles et s club 7!!!
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Fans de Dallas, Friends, Petite maison , Mission impossible, venez défendre votre série préférée chez Ma sorcière bien aimée: sondage "génériques"!

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Coucou à tous ! une petite visite sur les quartiers Sons of anarchy, Outlander et Vikings serait sympa de jolis calendriers de Noël vous y attendent : ) merci d'avance pour votre passage

choup37 (17:13)

Calendriers aussi chez Kaamelott, Merlin, Doctor Who, Torchwood et Musketeers

choup37 (17:14)

(c'est super ces deux onglets pour alterner entre blabla et promo)

stella (19:34)

Case 5 du calendrier de l'avent de Downton Abbey vient d'être dévoilée.

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'Jour les 'tits loups Un calendrier de l'Avent gourmand sur Downton Abbey et un autre musical sur Empire. Si vous êtes en retard, vous pouvez le rattraper et n'oubliez pas de les commenter. Merci

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Bonjour à tous ! Une grande animation vous attends sur The Night Shift ainsi que le calendrier et le sondage. Et sur Dollhouse, il y a un nouveau calendrier qui ne demande qu'à être commenté

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Bonjour Nouveau sondage et nouvelles PDM sur Wildfire. Venez nous voir, on s'ennuie un peu =P

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Edgemont a besoin de clics sur son sondage. Merci

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J'y go Mamy et toujours chez Dr House le sondage Bad Boys, votez pour votre chouchou inter-séries, et quelques clics pour Torchwood qui en a bien besoin, merci

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Bonjour, nouveau sondage sur le quartier de Person Of Interest.

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