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DR. QUINN, MEDICINE WOMAN
"Woman of the Year"
CBS ENTERTAINMENT PRODUCTIONS Prod. #2244-0423
in association with PRODUCTION DRAFT
THE SULLIVAN COMPANY February 21, 1996
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DR. QUINN, MEDICINE WOMAN
"Woman of the Year"
TOM (WORRIED FATHER)
FEATURED EXTRAS: ELLIE (5 YEAR OLD GIRL) LINE ADDED*
TWO OF HANK'S GIRLS
2 YOUNG MEN
BACKGROUND: TRAIN PASSENGERS
CUSTOMERS IN BAR
PRESTON OMITTED *
ROBERT E OMITTED
CLOUD DANCING OMITTED
CUSTOMER IN BANK OMITTED
GIGGLING INDIAN GIRL OMITTED
ARAPAHO WOMAN OMITTED
EXT. TRAIN STATION - DAY ONE 1
A newly arrived train blows steam while SULLY and MIKE ride up in their wagon. They stop and Sully helps Mike down...
+ON THE LANDING 2
HANK and two of his GIRLS look over the arriving passengers, watchful of any new "customers." He spots a young COWBOY collecting his gear and turns to his girls:
Grinning, Hank moves forward to offer his assistance...
+OUTSIDE THE TELEGRAPH OFFICE 3
HORACE reviews his clipboard as Mike and Sully approach.
Hello, Horace. Have my medical supplies arrived?
'Afternoon, Dr. Mike, Sully... Sure did. Got 'em all stacked for you right down there.
They follow his look toward the back of the landing.
I better get a cart.
Mike heads for her supplies. As Sully starts off, Horace quickly stops him.
Sully, hold up...
Horace reaches through the window and grabs a letter.
Almost forgot. 'Nother of them letters from the government come.
He hands the letter to Sully, who's clearly not pleased.
Sully tucks it away unopened, then heads down the landing to a baggage cart. Nearby, a tiny steamroller of an old woman, ILSE, exits the front of the train and steps up to Sully.
Young man, please to tell me where to find Hans Lawsenstrom? He is town tailor.
INCLUDE Hank now introducing his Girls to the Cowboy. Hank suddenly stops to look over. Recognizing the old woman, he quickly backs behind a pillar to watch.
Sorry, Ma'am, I don't know 'im.
(nods toward town)
You might ask in the General Store.
Hank, aware of his cigar, quickly snubs it out and peeks around the pillar. As Ilse ambles on toward town, Hank takes off running in another direction, passing --
Mike, checking her supplies. Curious, she watches Hank's dash down the rails. Nearby, a billowy woman, BEATRICE CARTWRIGHT, steps down from the train as Sully comes over with a cart.
Sure these're all yours?
I ordered medicine for the Reservation and the clinic.
Beatrice reacts and looks over. As Sully loads supplies, Beatrice steps tentatively to Mike.
Excuse me, might you be Dr. Quinn? Dr. Michaela Quinn?
Yes, I am.
Clearly pleased, Beatrice boldly shakes Mike's hand.
I'm so very honored to meet you. I'm Beatrice Cartwright, of the Denver chapter of the Women's Suffrage League.
I'm pleased to meet you. This is my husband, Byron Sully.
CONTINUED: (2) 3
Yes, of course, the mountain man.
(shakes Sully's hand)
May I be the first to offer your wife my personal congratulations?
(in the dark)
He trades puzzled looks with Mike. Beatrice notices.
You mean no one has notified you?
Notified us about what?
Dr. Mike!... Dr. Mike!?
Mike looks over. A worried father, TOM, runs toward them carrying his crying girl, ELLIE, 5, bleeding from her knee.
Mike rushes to meet them as Sully goes for Mike's medical bag. Concerned, Horace comes over as a small crowd starts to gather. Beatrice slips up to the front, eyes glued curiously to Mike.
She tripped on the train rails!
(calmly to girl)
I've stumbled on those rails myself. May I have a look?
(gently examines gash)
Well, it doesn't appear too deep, but it is time for you to be joining the club.
She's got Ellie's attention now, who works to stifle her sobs.
What I'll do, is take a few tiny stitches, then you can have a crisscross scar, too. See, mine's under here...
CONTINUED: (3) 3
(tilts head back, points under chin)
I was dancing on my bed, when a table jumped right in my way.
The girl manages to return Mike's smile, the moment not lost on Beatrice. Unaware she's under observation, Mike looks to Tom.
Let's take Ellie to my clinic.
As Tom starts off with Ellie, Sully hands Mike her medical bag. Mike sees Beatrice and remembers.
I am sorry. If you're staying in town, perhaps we can visit later?
I do hope so. You're precisely the reason I'm here -- to observe you for a few days.
Observe? I don't understand.
Beatrice announces proudly, for everyone to hear.
Dr. Quinn, you are one of our nominees for Colorado Territory's Woman of the Year!
Mike is caught by surprise. As others react, she looks to Sully.
Better go on to the clinic. I'll bring Miss Cartwright over.
Mike nods, then hurries off to catch up, as we:
EXT. STREET - DAY ONE 4
Sully drives the wagon around the corner and toward the clinic; boxes and valises in back, Beatrice sitting at his side. As Sully stops the wagon, something up the way catches his eye --
It's Hank, peeking around the Gazette. Seeing the coast clear, he races across the street and into the saloon.
INT. SALOON - CONTINUOUS 5
JAKE is with the usual drinkers. Everyone looks up as Hank stops behind the door and peers back out. Collecting himself, he turns and quickly orders the room:
Nobody here knows me! You don't look at me, you don't talk to me!
(OFF their reactions)
Not a word -- you got that?
Silence. Hank heads out the door. As Jake rises, curious --
EXT. SALOON - CONTINUOUS 6
Hank cautiously makes his way up the boardwalk, then freezes.
+HANK'S POV - GENERAL STORE 7
Ilse ambles along, peeking in windows, looking around town...
+RESUME ANGLE 8
Hank backs to the saloon door and ducks inside --
INT. SALOON - CONTINUOUS 9
Hank crashes into Jake, spilling Jake's drink over them both. But Hank is oblivious.
Jake, there's a little 'ole lady down by the store. Take a look, see where she's goin'.
Purposefully mum, Jake brushes himself off and walks away, heeding Hank's earlier order. OFF Hank's reaction --
INT. GENERAL STORE - DAY ONE 10
MATTHEW brings supplies to the counter where LOREN tallies an order for DOROTHY, who's thrilled at Horace's news.
"Woman of the Year"... Imagine!
Said she's come to watch Dr. Mike in action.
Do you suppose she has a chance of winnin'?
Why not? There's nobody more deservin'.
Behind them, Ilse enters unnoticed and approaches.
Michaela must be so nervous.
Can't see what difference it's gonna make. It's all just a bunch of hoopla anyway.
That "hoopla" is a great honor. And it'd be a nice reflection on our town.
As Loren considers this...
Excuse, please. I look for tailor, Hans Lawsenstrom?
Everyone looks at Ilse, then each other -- who?
EXT. STREET - DAY ONE 11
Hank runs from the saloon toward the bank, dodging traffic.
In the b.g., Sully unloads Beatrice's bags from the wagon. He pauses to watch Hank run. Beatrice follows his amused look as --
Hank jumps up onto the boardwalk outside the bank. Myra exits and locks the door, cooly regarding Hank's frazzled look as he peers up the street.
Sorry, Hank, I was just closin'.
Hank sees Ilse leave the store and he quickly turns away.
Gotta talk to you now.
You'll have to --
Myra... would ya be my wife?
OFF Myra's stunned reaction:
OMITTED (12-13) 13
EXT. CLINIC - DAY ONE 14
Sully and Beatrice stand by the wagon waiting for Mike.
How long have you two been married, Mr. Sully?
Just Sully, Ma'am. 'Bout a year.
An awkward beat. Sully glances at the clinic.
She should be out anytime now.
It must be quite interesting for you. I mean, sharing your life with a professional woman.
This a interview, Miss Cartwright?
I need to learn as much about the doctor as I possibly can. It's the only way to make a fair recommendation.
COLLEEN excitedly hurries up, interrupting them.
Sully, I just heard 'bout Ma!
Colleen, meet Miss Cartwright. She's come from Denver.
Pleased to meet you, Colleen.
Colleen enthusiastically shakes Beatrice's extended hand.
You're gonna see, Ma's the best and the smartest --
She stops as the clinic door opens. Tom exits carrying Ellie, her knee freshly bandaged. Mike follows, instructing:
I want you to keep my fancy stitchwork dry, alright?
Ellie nods proudly. Tom frees a hand to shake Mike's.
Sure wish I could pay cash money.
A jar of your wife's peaches is more than enough, Tom.
As Tom nods and goes, Mike and Ellie trade waves. Then, realizing she has an audience, Mike walks over to Beatrice.
I'm sorry to rush off like that.
I apologize for my unannounced arrival, Dr. Quinn. Perhaps the committee thought a spontaneous visit would allow me a more... candid observation.
Mike glances at Sully, then back to Beatrice:
This is all so very flattering... But my life feels quite ordinary. As you can see, my practice is mostly fevers and scraped knees...
But you do so much more.
Ma's treated epidemics, and she's done all kinds 'a surgeries and --
CONTINUED: (2) 14
Colleen, I'm sure Miss Cartwright must be exhausted from her trip.
I am rather hungry. Perhaps we could continue over some food?
Mike catches an "okay by me" look from Sully, then nods.
I just need a moment inside.
INT. CLINIC - DAY ONE 15
Colleen enters to find Mike washing her hands at the basin.
Don't worry, Ma. You're gonna win this, I know it.
This award is hardly something one competes for, Colleen.
I know. Miss Cartwright says it's s'pose to be inspirin'. "Woman of the Year"... All she's gotta do is watch you.
Mike smiles back, already feeling the pressure. She removes her apron and comes over, putting a loving arm around Colleen.
I appreciate your vote of confidence... But I'm honored just to be nominated.
EXT. GRACE'S CAFE - DAY ONE 16
GRACE serves Jake and Loren coffee. Myra anxiously jiggles Samantha's carriage while waiting with Hank for Horace's answer.
Nope. Absolutely not.
I'm only askin' a few hours --
You can't go borrowin' a family!
Horace, just let 'im explain.
Yeah, I'd like to hear this.
Hank shoots Jake a look, then shifts. He's not having fun.
A ways back, I had some letters writ. In 'em I kinda told this person... a few things.
(sees all waiting expectantly)
Like... I had a wife and kid. And that I was... you know...
(swallows his pride)
That's gonna take some pretendin'.
It'd just be 'til mornin' when Hank can get 'er on the train.
And we're s'pose to act like you don't run the saloon?
Right. So, how 'bout it, Horace?
Horace balks. Desperate, Hank finally loses it and grabs him.
You want money, you got money. You want me to beg, I can beg.
Hans!... My little Hans!
Color drains from Hank's face. He releases Horace and rises to find Ilse behind him. With a mixture of terror and affection:
He lifts her into a hug as amused looks abound. But Horace is silent as Myra regards the warm affection in their embrace. Hank puts Ilse down, choking back his panic.
What're ya doin'?... Here?
CONTINUED: (2) 16
I cannot go back to homeland without seeing my Hans. I want meet your wife and baby.
Wouldn't we all...
Helpless, Hank watches Ilse survey the group's curious smiles. She spots Samantha's carriage and moves in for a closer look.
This cannot be Samantha?! And this pretty girl is your Myra?
Horace is horrified. Myra stares at Hank in stunned disbelief, and nods. Ilse squeezes Myra in a joyous hug.
Hans writes me so much of you. Welcome! Welcome to family!
Over Ilse's shoulder, Myra catches Hank's pathetic, pleading look... Realizing the full meaning of his lie, Myra softens.
Thank you. And I'm so happy to finally meet... Hans's...
And these friends I must meet.
(wanting away, fast)
Nana, this's ever'body -- we gotta get your bags.
No, please stay... Jake Slicker.
Jake offers Ilse his hand. Hank smells doom as they shake.
The Mayor? I hear hard work Hans do on town council. You must listen more, Hans is bright boy.
Hank squirms. Jake grins at Loren, who pulls out a chair.
Madam? Have a seat...
+AT ANOTHER TABLE 17
Beatrice explains further to Mike, Colleen and Sully.
The Suffrage League recognizes the woman pursuing excellence in all aspects of her life: raising a family while working her career, building the rich fiber of her community...
Miss Cartwright, the fact that your chapter would consider me is... overwhelming to say the least. There must be so many deserving women --
She's interrupted by the REVEREND stopping by, eager to shake Mike's hand.
Dr. Mike, this is wonderful news!
(boasts to Beatrice)
You couldn't make a better choice.
Thank you, Reverend. But I... this is only a nomination.
(pours it on)
And she's modest, too.
Mike shifts. Beatrice returns the Reverend's smile. He leans closer, more serious.
If you want to hear about the miracles this woman works, I hope you'll seek me out.
(beams at Mike)
We're so proud of you.
And he's gone. Embarrassed, Mike smiles thinly at Beatrice.
News travels in a small town.
It's alright. I intend to speak with your friends as well.
(OFF Mike's reaction)
Dr. Quinn, I realize following you around will seem like an intrusion. But I'm here merely to observe, I won't interfere.
Mike smiles appreciatively, then looks to Sully.
Sully, what do you think about all this?
You got my vote a long time ago.
(excited, to Beatrice)
You can stay with us.
I'll be fine in a hotel.
But we don't have a hotel.
She looks to Mike. Trapped, Mike gracefully plays hostess.
I insist you stay with us. Please, we have plenty of room.
Beatrice clearly likes the offer. As she nods, Mike manages a smile, uncertain what's ahead. Grace whisks by filling their cups. With a sly grin:
Hear congratulations're in order.
As Mike reacts, FOLLOW Grace back over to --
+HANK'S TABLE 18
Myra now sits next to Hank and Ilse, avoiding Horace's troubled gaze. Loren and Jake are having fun at Hank's expense.
That one kept the council goin' all night...
Darned if I can remember why Hans voted against the school.
(to Hank with surprise)
You did not want school?
(at a loss, evades)
We can talk politics any 'ole time.
Don't ya wanna see the town?
First, you show tailor shop.
As she stands to go, Hank quickly sits back down, his head spinning. Taking pity, Myra comes to the rescue.
Uh... Hans gave up tailorin' months ago.
Dazed, Hank nods. Ilse sits down again, stunned.
You gave up shop? Why not you tell me this?
It's kinda hard to explain...
Tell her what you do now.
Why... Hans runs the telegraph.
Everyone reacts as Myra sends the charade out of control.
He took over the office after Mr. Bing... bought the saloon.
Horace stares at Myra in disbelief. Needing to get away from this, Hank quickly jumps to his feet, helping Ilse up.
You really gotta see this town --
But Ilse suddenly collapses against Hank, fainted dead away.
Frightened, Hank lowers her to the ground. Grace turns to CALL for Mike, but she's already walking quickly over.
CONTINUED: (2) 18
She just dropped.
Mike checks pupils, feels for a pulse. Hank watches, silently fighting his panic. Mike finally looks up at the group.
Help me get her to the clinic?
As Sully and Jake move in to help, Hank makes himself ask.
It ain't one of them ruptures?
Surprised, Mike meets his worried look.
Do you know this woman?
She's my grandma.
OFF Mike's reaction --
INT. CLINIC - MOMENTS LATER 19
Beatrice watches with Myra from the back of the room near the door. Hank hovers anxiously over Ilse, unconscious on the table. Colleen is with Mike, who listens to Ilse's heart.
Has this happened before?
I dunno. She gonna be alright?
Mike SHUSHES him as she listens a moment longer, then:
Colleen, the spirits of ammonia?
Colleen hands over a tube Mike waves under Ilse's nose. Ilse responds, groggily waking, then looking at Mike with alarm. Hank leans down to her, gently reassuring:
'S alright, Nana, she's a doctor.
It seems you fainted. How do you feel now?
I am fine.
Mike is checking Ilse's fingers, testing reflexes as she talks.
Have you ever fainted before?
(OFF Ilse's shake)
Any lightheadedness now? Pain?
No, nothing. I want go.
She tries to rise but Hank gently holds her down.
Just hold your horses. We gotta find out what happened.
He looks to Mike for an explanation.
Everything seems fine, now. It's quite possible this was caused by fatigue from the trip. Perhaps even rising too quickly.
I'll need to do a complete exam and history, and I would like to monitor you for a few days.
Ilse looks to Hank, who nods. But Myra smells bigger trouble.
Hans, honey, we gotta talk... Hans!
She finally gets Hank's attention. Mike and Colleen trade puzzled looks as Myra drops heavier hints.
A few days could be a problem... Maybe your grandma'd be more comfortable in Denver. They got good doctors, right Dr. Mike?
Mike isn't quite sure why Myra's acting so strange. Myra gives her a "play along" look.
I don't think that's necessary, and travel isn't wise until I'm more certain of her condition.
CONTINUED: (2) 19
I'm sure you'll be comfortable in a room upstairs. And your grandson's welcome to stay.
CONTINUED: (3) 19
Ilse nods, satisfied with the offer. Mike looks to Colleen, and together they usher Hank toward Myra and the door. Mike misreads his troubled expression.
Try not to worry. Your grandmother seems quite strong.
She grabs the screen to pull around the exam table.
If there's anything wrong, you know Dr. Mike'll find it.
Colleen glances at Beatrice, which Mike sees before disappearing behind the screen. As Myra and Hank exchange miserable looks, we:
END ACT ONE
INT. HOMESTEAD - NIGHT ONE 20
An awkward silence as Beatrice eats supper with Sully, Mike, Colleen and BRIAN, each aware of their visitor's purpose. Beatrice tries to make polite conversation, looking to Sully.
I understand you're the Indian agent for this district?
These have been terrible years for the tribes here. But they have no better friend than Sully.
Trading glances with Colleen, Brian launches their "plan."
These potatoes are real good.
Yes, they certainly are.
I really like the different spices you put on 'em.
Ma's always tryin' new recipes.
Beatrice smiles back. Smelling a ploy, Mike gently corrects:
I think what Colleen means to say is, I did a nice job of peeling the potatoes.
You should try her pot roast. It's Ma's best thing to cook.
Maybe we could have it tomorrow?
Mike and Beatrice trade knowing looks, hiding their amusement.
If we want Miss Cartwright to enjoy her stay, perhaps it's best if we stick to our usual routine?
(OFF the guilty silence)
Colleen does most of the cooking.
But Ma's gettin' a lot better. You shoulda eaten the pies she useta make. 'Member them, Sully?
Sully and Brian share a smile, until Brian catches a "you're not helping" look from Colleen. He sobers, Colleen brightens.
Ma, Becky and me were wonderin' if you'd help us with our science project? We picked electricity. You're so good explainin' things.
Mike misses Colleen's glance Beatrice's way.
Electricity? We'll have to wait until Sunday, tomorrow's my day at the reservation.
I'd like to look in on Mrs. Lawsenstrom before we go.
Perhaps you could drop me in town then. I can conduct most of my interviews while you're away.
As Sully nods, Mike shifts, smiling thinly at the prospect...
INT. BING BEDROOM - NIGHT ONE 21
Horace polishes a boot, nearly brushing a hole in the leather. Myra dresses SAMANTHA for bed. The air is thick with tension.
He's tryin' to make his grandma happy. Why can't we help?... Ain't we even gonna talk 'bout it?
Nothin' to talk 'bout.
Fighting frustration, Myra smiles at Samantha and picks her up.
There, Sweetie. Papa's gonna hold ya while I get your socks.
She holds out Samantha. Trapped, Horace takes her. Samantha squirms in his arms as Myra goes to the dresser.
It's just pretendin', Horace... All you gotta do is let 'im stand around the telegraph office. And you keep watch over the saloon.
And let you be his wife... How come you wanna help 'im so bad?
Myra returns, puts the socks on Samantha. A little defensive:
I ain't doin' this for Hank. Nana's a sweet 'ole lady thinkin' her grandson's somethin' special. And I don't wanna hurt her... Sure never figured you would.
(OFF his reaction)
'Cause you're a good person, Horace. You're the one Hank's been tellin' her he is. You got the life he wishes he had.
She takes Samantha back and goes to put her down. HOLD on Horace, mulling this over.
INT. TELEGRAPH OFFICE - DAY TWO 22
Hank, clean shaven and dressed neatly with operator sleeves, peers nervously out the window as Horace explains from his desk.
If you hear a telegram comin' in, tap back like this to hold it --
(taps couple times)
Then you come get me.
He looks over for assurance. Not interested, Hank plays along.
Figure I can do that. Look, can we speed this along?
Now you try.
Hank forces a tight smile as he sits. He taps a few times, but Horace quickly corrects him.
Not like that. Like this... Just keep practicin'.
(digs out paper)
And I made a list 'a things for you to do ev'ry mornin' --
I can't read, Horace.
Horace, growing irritated, adds to the list.
Oh, well, first you wash every window in 'n' out, then the shelves all gotta be wiped down...
(grabs pail and mop)
And then you sweep the walk out there and mop the floor in here --
(the last straw)
I ain't doin' no cleanin'.
Horace confidently meets Hank's glare for a tense beat.
Guess you don't want the job. Don't matter to me what your grandma thinks.
He starts for the door leaving Hank with no choice.
(as Horace stops)
Where do I get water 'round here?
As Horace relishes his victory:
OMITTED (23) 23
INT. GAZETTE - DAY TWO 24
Dorothy preps her printing press while speaking to Beatrice.
Does she go to the Reservation often?
As much as she can. Michaela's been a friend to the Indian from the very start. It's just the way she is 'bout folks. Once she believes in you, she never gives up... She never gave up on me.
You weren't always friends?
Our friendship's had some bumpy rides. But through it all, she's been there. Steady as a rock. Wouldn't be a writer today if it weren't for her.
(a thoughtful beat)
Truth is, Michaela saved my life.
EXT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE - CLOSE ON BEATRICE 24A
So, she's had a big influence on you?
WIDEN TO INCLUDE Matthew brushing down his horse.
Sure. Dr. Mike has on just 'bout everybody here.
And how does she feel about you being the town Sheriff?
Well, she didn't much take to the idea at first, bein' worried 'n all. But, she's comin' 'round.
Never thought 'bout it before, but I think she's part 'a the reason I wanted this job. Feelin' like I wanna help people.
OMITTED (25) 25
INT. GENERAL STORE - DAY TWO 26
Loren dusts as he shares a confidence with Beatrice.
When Dr. Mike first come from Boston, some folks had real trouble with her. You know, her bein' a woman and all...
Beatrice nods, covering her amusement.
But not you, of course.
No, no, not me. She's a real doctor. Knew it first time I saw her in action. Why, I even let her cut into me once...
(stops working, pointed)
Truth is, Dr. Mike saved my life.
OMITTED (27-28) 28
INT. TELEGRAPH OFFICE - DAY TWO 29
Hank leads Ilse into the office as he finishes explaining the telegraph, winging it as he goes.
And the sound bounces along the wire into here... and somethin' special in the glass here makes the sound real loud... Then when it gets loud enough? We got ourselves a telegram...
Hank sits, leaning back in his chair. Ilse is impressed.
I always knew you were smart boy.
Well, it's all... scientific. And it takes sensitive hands.
A tailor's hands...
He smiles, uneasy. Ilse looks around. Hank spies a photograph of Myra and Horace on the wall. As Ilse turns toward it, Hank leaps up to block her view.
You never told me why you're goin' back to Norway.
I leave my village so small. You get old, you want see home again.
You ain't so old, Nana.
Ilse smiles, touches his face.
You never good liar, Hans.
Hank guiltily covers his reaction. Suddenly, the telegraph begins CLICKING. Hank ignores it, hoping she won't notice.
So, how long you gonna stay in Norway?
You have telegram coming?
He sits at the desk and feigns devoted attention.
You do not write down message?
Keep it all right up here.
He touches his temple, then confidently taps a few times. The CLICKS from the other end stops. Hiding his surprise, Hank rises. Then the CLICKING resumes. As Hank scrambles back...
OMITTED (30-31) 31
INT. HOMESTEAD - NIGHT TWO 32
Wearing her robe, Mike sits in a chair by the fire, book propped in her lap as she makes notes. Sully enters with wood he adds to the fire.
Didn't 'spect you'd be stayin' up. Been a long day.
(nose in book)
I promised Colleen I'd explain these electrical properties tomorrow... I could never follow this type of science in school.
Why don't ya just tell her you don't know 'bout 'lectricity?
I can't do that, she and Becky are counting on me. I'll figure this out.
Mike finally looks up from her book to see Sully staring into the fire. She senses his mind is elsewhere.
Is something troubling you?
Sully considers her a moment, then goes to a sideboard. He grabs several letters and comes over, handing the first to Mike. As she reads, Sully explains.
It's from Hazen. He's comin' out next month to review my work on the reservation, see what kind a "progress" I'm makin'.
Mike meets his look with a pained understanding. He gives her the next letter, then the next, anger building as he goes.
This one says I gotta make the men cut their hair... This one, Medicine Men gotta stop their ceremonies... This? Take down the teepees 'n build log houses. Build a church!
(crumbles last letter, throws in fire)
Government don't want me helpin' 'em rebuild their tribes. They want me makin' 'em white!
Devastated, Mike looks up from the letters.
CONTINUED: (2) 32
Hazen doesn't know you've been ignoring these?
(OFF his shake, grim)
What are you going to do?
Same thing I been doin'.
He gathers the other letters and tosses them into the fire. They both know it's only a matter of time...
EXT. CHURCH - ESTABLISHING (STOCK) - DAY THREE 33
INT. CHURCH - DAY THREE 34
The congregation includes Mike, Sully, Beatrice, Matthew, Colleen, Brian, BECKY, Dorothy, Jake, Loren and Horace, eyes glued to Hank holding Samantha, flanked by Myra and Ilse in the front; the perfect family. The Reverend glows from the pulpit.
Before we conclude our service today, I want to welcome two very special guests in our midst. Mrs. Ilse Lawsenstrom, who's visiting with Hank...
(stumbles over lie)
... and his lovely family...
(avoids Horace's eyes, smiles at Beatrice)
And Miss Beatrice Cartwright. Of course, we all know why she's here, and we certainly hope her visit is a... fruitful one.
Mike shifts, embarrassed as people rise to go. Matthew and Brian are up quickly.
We're off to the creek.
Good luck fishing.
As Matthew and Brian hurry down the isle --
The Reverend steps down from the pulpit as Hank steps up, surrounded by his "family". Hank is the epitome of respectability, shaking hands with the Reverend.
Beautiful sermon, Reverend. Like they always are.
You have no idea how surprised I am to hear you say that, Hank.
As Ilse reacts to hearing "Hank" again, Hank quickly ushers her away. Myra hurries after them, avoiding the Reverend's look.
Why he call you Hank?
His mind's slippin'... Nobody's got the heart to tell 'im.
They walk by Horace, under his watchful glare, passing --
Mike, Sully, Colleen and Beatrice. Mike watches Hank and Myra introducing Ilse to Dorothy in the back. Mike shakes her head, mildly amused.
How much longer do you think "Hans" can keep this up?
(follows her gaze)
Not much. Guess he's just wantin' to make a good impression.
She catches his wry look as Becky approaches (from the direction of pulpit).
Dr. Mike, I wanna thank you for sayin' you'd help us with our project. We've been tryin' to understand electricity all week.
(for Beatrice's benefit)
There's nobody else we could ask.
Becky gets a "well done" grin from Colleen. Mike can feel Beatrice's watchful eye -- and Sully's knowing smile.
I'm happy to help, Becky. We'll see you later today.
CONTINUED: (2) 34
(on a roll)
And I figured you'd wanna know, I'm feelin' lots better since the operation...
Truth is, Dr. Mike saved my life --
Colleen quickly pulls Becky on, enough is enough. As Mike turns, she comes face to face with Jake. Loren is behind him, watching. Jake is all business.
Sorry I gotta interrupt, Dr. Mike. I was just talkin' with Zeke Devans and he's askin' for a 'mergency council meetin' today.
What's the problem?
She notices his glance at Beatrice. Mike senses another ploy to show her off. It's getting to be a little much.
Run-off from the street's dumped a load 'a mud on his porch.
It's hardly a civic crisis, Jake. We're obligated to maintain the front of all the businesses. And it says right in the town charter you have authority to act alone.
(then realizes gift)
It does, you're absolutely right.
As usual... Can't figure how we ever got along without her.
Mike's about to respond when SHOUTING draws their attention.
People are collecting near the exit. AD LIBS: "get Dr. Mike!"
Mike hurries over with her medical bag, Beatrice and others following. Ilse lies unconscious, Hank on the floor at her side gently cradling her head in his hand. Myra helps ease Mike down, who quickly feels for Ilse's pulse. Overwhelmed with worry, Hank looks to Mike.
CONTINUED: (3) 34
What's wrong with her?
You gotta help her -- please.
Don't worry, Hank. I'll do everything I can.
As Mike pulls out her stethoscope and leans in, we:
OMITTED (35-36) 36
END ACT TWO
INT. CLINIC - DAY THREE 37
Mike stands at her bookshelf, skimming a medical text. While reading, she wanders to her desk where another text lies open. Mike refers to it, then satisfied, she closes her book...
EXT. CLINIC - DAY THREE 38
Seated alone, Beatrice writes notes in a book. Hank anxiously waits in the street, unable to sit still. Myra and Samantha visit with Horace while Myra darts worried glances at Hank. Mike steps from the clinic to see Beatrice making notes. But Mike's focus is on Hank, and she quickly crosses over to him.
Your grandmother is fine now. She's up and getting dressed.
Hank reacts with a mixture of relief and uncertainty.
You sure? You said she was fine before.
When I checked her this morning all her vital signs were normal.
Well somethin' ain't workin' right.
I agree. Your grandmother now admits she's been fainting like this for several months.
She... she never said nothin'.
Sully approaches from up the street, stopping by their wagon to listen. Mike meets his look, then gently proceeds with Hank.
This time I was able to detect an irregular, rapid heartbeat. It could cause her to faint... I've given her digitalis to slow the heart, and I'm hopeful it will regulate the problem.
Hopeful? How come ya don't know?
Hank, it sounds like Nana's gonna be fine.
What if she ain't?... Maybe she oughtta go see one 'a them special doctors... Maybe in Denver.
Sensitive to his distress, Mike is calmly reassuring.
Hank, I've done another thorough exam, referred to all my texts, and in my best judgement, the digitalis should help prevent any further spells.
Beatrice watches Hank digest this, his panic slowly subsiding.
So... she's really alright?
Why don't you see for yourself?
He starts for the door, then stops to look back at Mike.
Myra 'n me was gonna take Nana for a buggy ride later. We still do that?
Mike catches Horace's tense look, making her answer difficult.
I don't see why not.
Glancing at Myra, Hank goes in. Uneasy, Myra turns to Horace.
Guess I better be goin' with 'im.
She picks up Samantha and follows Hank. Horace struggles to contain his feelings, then walks off. As Mike watches him go, Sully steps closer.
Buggy ride sounds kinda nice. There'll be a full moon, we could go out to the lake.
CONTINUED: (2) 38
Sully, I can't... I had to put Colleen off until tonight.
Sully nods; both disappointed. Mike goes back into the clinic. Beatrice rises from the bench, looking to Sully; wry:
Fevers and scraped knees...?
OMITTED (38A) 38A
EXT. SALOON - DAY THREE 39
It's dusk. Jake exits the saloon looking for Horace. He finds Horace sitting dejectedly on a bench.
What're ya doin' out here?
(OFF Horace's silence)
Look, Smithy wants a bottle of whiskey for the poker game.
You know where to find it... And tell 'im it's on the house.
Jake shrugs and returns inside. Horace suddenly snaps alert, finally seeing what he's been waiting for.
+HORACE'S POV - DOWN THE STREET 40
A surrey enters town. Ilse plays with Samantha in back, while Myra sits up front at Hank's side. They're all laughing...
+RESUME ANGLE 41
As Horace bitterly watches his family in his surrey ride up to the front of the clinic and get out.
+RESUME POV 42
Ilse embraces Samantha and Myra goodbye. Hank awkwardly does the same before starting for the clinic door. Ilse stops him.
+ANOTHER ANGLE - THE CLINIC 43
No, Hans. This time, you go home with family.
Hank and Myra trade uneasy looks as Ilse pulls him to Myra.
I wanna stay here with you.
I am fine alone. Family should be together. Go home, be happy.
She sends them on their hesitant way with a gentle push.
See ya tomorrow, Nana.
Hank and Myra cross the street toward the boarding house. Myra spots Horace coming over and quickly cuts him off, talking low:
Not now, Horace, she's watchin'.
Where're you goin'?
Get 'way from us --
He'll be out soon's she goes in.
They pick up their pace, leaving Horace behind. He watches them go into the boarding house, then looks back at Ilse.
+HORACE'S POV - THE CLINIC 44
Oblivious, Ilse settles on the bench to enjoy the evening air.
OMITTED (45) 45
INT. HOMESTEAD BARN - DAY THREE 45A
It's late evening. Brian is gutting a trout as Beatrice forces herself to watch. Wolf rests nearby.
My real ma was the only one that liked Dr. Mike at first. They got to be friends fast.