All language subtitles for Dr Quinn S04E05

Ava, your story was very sweet. And
Eunice, your spelling

is getting much better.

And Kyle,

Kyle, your story showed excellent
imagination.

Granted, it was a little grisly. The
ghost of a miner who drags children down

the graveyard may not be the most
appropriate subject.

Next time, why don't you apply your
imagination to a more pleasant subject?

Brian, your writing is getting better
and better. This is just a wonderful

story. In fact, I'm going to ask Dorothy
to publish it in the Gazette.

That was a great story, Brian.

Yeah, for something made up.

My story was real. That's why the
Reverend can't print it.

You scare little kids like Brian.

There's nothing to these ghosts.

Oh, yeah? You never heard about Dead
Red?

Dead Red?

Dead Red was a mine around these parts.

They called him Red because he had
flaming red hair.

One Halloween, he was buried alive in
this very mine.

What happened?

Some kids were playing in the mine and
they caved in.

So now, every year at Halloween, Dead
Red comes out of the grave and he goes

from mine in town to mine in town,
looking for revenge.

Every Halloween, he kills a ten -year
-old boy.

A ten -year -old?

Why? Those kids who were playing in the
mine were ten.

So on Halloween, Dead Red hunts himself
down a ten -year -old and drags him back

to the graveyard.

And straight down to hell.

Never heard about any kids getting
killed around here.

Remember Tommy Ralston?

He moved away.

That's what they told you. But that was
Halloween three years ago.

Dead Red got him.

Last year, he got a boy in Soda Springs.

The year before that, Manitou.

All ten years old.

Sure, I'm glad I just turned eleven.

How come we never heard this story
before?

I thought you were supposed to be smart,
Brian.

Grown Stone Warner's getting scared.

You ask him, they'll say he don't exist.

Good thing none of us ain't ten.

I'm ten!

I thought you was nine.

But you ain't scared, are you?

Of course not.

Everybody knows there's no such thing as
ghosts.

Did you get the material for my Robin
Hood costume, Ma?

Not yet.

Room to rent.

Well, good day.

Hey,

Matthew. What costume are you wearing to
the Halloween party?

I don't know.

You're going to come. You got to.

What about you two?

It's the first Halloween since our
wedding.

I want our costumes to be romantic.

I think you should go to the famous
couple.

Oh, that's what I thought.

We were talking about being irrelevant,
Prince Charming.

You were talking about it.

Come on, Matthew, let's go.

That's all there is to it.

You can't go to the Halloween party,
Jake, without a costume, or at least a

mask. What sort of reject merchandise
are you trying to unload on me this

Lorne? I got a dog there. He seems to
have taken a liking to you.

Yeah, he's just hungry.

Here, boy.

Here,

boy.

Seems like he prefers your shoe leather
to my bread.

Come on.

Come on, let go.

I'll thank you not to feed strays in my
cafe.

Last thing I needed was some dirty mutt
hanging around here. It's unhealthy.

I wasn't feeding them. I was trying to
get rid of them.

The worst case of rheumatism I've ever
seen.

Poor man.

Arthritis can be so painful.

Call it what you like, but I've seen a
lot of rheumatism.

A warm lard's the best thing for it.

Air leeches do the trick, too.

Jake, you know that doesn't really help.

Well, excuse me, doctor.

Doctor?

Dr. Quinn.

Mr. Foley.

Abner Foley.

I wanted to make an appointment to see
you.

Well, I'm just on my way back to the
clinic.

If you're not too busy now...

What do

you want?

Who?

Dead Red tried to get you yet?

Dead Red?

I thought you said he came on Halloween.

Got that boy in Philadelphia Springs a
couple of days before Halloween.

Better watch out, Brian.

If you hear moaning in the wind or
something moving around up on the roof,

better run and hide real quick.

Of course, those other boys hid, too.

Look what happened to them.

What are you talking about?

Nothing.

I decided I'm going to go to the party
of the witch.

Have you started your costume yet?

Brian?

You're not letting Kyle scare you, are
you?

Of course not.

You think ghosts can go through walls?

There's no such thing as ghosts.

It's just not scientific.

If there was, how come no one's ever
seen one themselves?

There's always some stories they heard.

Yeah.

Nobody we know has ever seen one, right?

Right.

Still, I ain't never seen the wind
either.

Yeah, I seen lots of doctors.

Tried everything.

One lard.

Purgatives.

Leeches. Those are very primitive
treatments, I assure you. I won't

on you.

Unfortunately, very little is known
about what's commonly called rheumatism.

We do have a name for it. It's called
arthritis. And we know that it's an

inflammatory disorder.

Are any of your other joints affected?

Well, my hands are the worst, as you can
see.

But my knees are freezing up, and now
the hips

started... I'm afraid your arthritis is
rather advanced, Mr. Foley.

Well, that's why I wanted it to come
before it was too late.

Folks say that your hot springs cures
it.

Well, some people do find the springs to
be therapeutic, but they're not a cure.

But it's got to do it, Dr. Quinn.

You know, it's going to be nice folks
like you to button my shirt and tie my

shoes.

I thought I had to live my life like
that.

So, if you'll just direct me to them hot
springs.

It'll take you too long to get back
today.

I'll take you tomorrow myself, Mr.
Foley.

I'm obliged.

It's got to do the trick.

I know what's going on.

I know it.

What are

you doing here?

I ain't got no food for you.

Go on, get.

If I give you something to eat, will you
go away?

Got some jerky back

here somewhere.

Jake.

Jake!

Anybody die in here?

What are you talking about?

Yes, please.

Dean.

Want to smell nothing?

I wonder, you ain't got no customers.

Maybe you ought to get your nose
examined.

Maybe you ought to take a bath.

Go on, now.

You need something, Dr. Mike? Oh, no,
it's all right. I was just looking for

Sully. We were going to buy some
material for our costume.

Oh, I'm just closing up.

That's all right. We'll come some other
time.

Dr. Mike, I just gave Brian's latest
story to Dorothy.

She is going to print it in the Gazette.

Brian told me. It's wonderful.

He's just getting better and better.

Well, he's always been very creative.

He's certainly blessed with a
wonderfully vivid imagination.

Remember Tommy Ralston?

Dead Red got him.

Dead Red got him.

Dead Red got him.

I saw your light on. You feeling all
right?

Yeah.

I was just reading.

It's late.

You really should get some sleep.

I will.

Just as soon as I finish this chapter.

Sure you're all right?

Yep.

Well.

I made you a favorite, blueberry
pancakes.

Thanks, but I'm late.

What for?

I've got to get to the reservation.

Will you be coming home for supper?

Probably. I thought that perhaps we
could get started on our costumes after

supper.

Sure, I'll try.

Whoa, where are you?

Who's a good boy?

Who's a good boy?

Are you the best boy in the whole world?
I bet you are. I bet you are.

Jake?

Is that a new customer?

He was smelling up the blood.

Mr. Tully, how long have you had the
arthritis?

At least five years now.

It started getting worse the last six
months.

My hands started freezing up on me.

Has anything ever made you feel better?

No, not until these springs.

I know it's encouraging that they make
you feel better.

Better? I haven't felt this good in
years.

Mr. Foley, you really shouldn't count
on... A treatment a day, I do. Don't you

think, Dr. Quinn?

Well, it, um... It certainly couldn't
hurt.

I'm going, soldier.

I'm gonna use my uncle's uniform.

What are you going as, Brian?

Brian can't go to the Halloween party.

How come?

Dead Red ain't gonna let Halloween pass
without dragging you down into that

graveyard. There's no such thing as
ghosts.

Oh, yeah?

It ain't scientific.

If you want to go to the party, it's
your funeral.

Maybe I ought to stay home, Brian.

If I were you, I'd lock the doors and
pray real hard.

You need a haircut.

I agree.

That rheumatism keeps you from...

Combing your hair, huh?

Dr. Quinn's been taking me out to them
hot springs.

They're really helping.

You don't look no better to me.

So what you ought to do is soak them
hands of yours in some warm lard.

What do we have here?

You're a scrappy little thing.

It's just an old mud I can't get rid of.

No, I'm sure I like that.

They're a lot of work.

Need so much attention.

We used to have a dog just like you.

Barnaby. Darn it, that was his name.

A good dog, too.

Well, kind of a bother.

But he was bigger than you. Had floppy
ears.

One leg was shorter than the rest and
just kind of hobbled around.

Sounds like one ugly dog.

Now, he hated cats.

Barnaby, he would feed them cats.

Then he gets so riled up, he'd howl like
a banshee.

You howl like a banshee, you're history.

Is there something wrong?

I was taking Abner Foley to the hot
springs today, and I stopped by the

reservation.

They said you hadn't been there all day.

Is there something you want to talk to
me about?

Is there something you want to talk to
me about?

I meant at the reservation.

Why'd you come by to see me?

I didn't come to see you. I was just
passing by, and...

I'm sure you have plenty of things to
do, to play, to be.

You're right. I had other things to do.

Sully, something's wrong.

What do you think? There's something
wrong.

Hey, what's your hurry?

I was just seeing how fast I could run
home.

Brian, I brought home that green fabric
you want from Lauren for your Robin Hood

costume.

I ain't going to the party.

Brian, you're not letting Kyle's story
scare you, are you? Clean.

What story?

Kyle made up some story that scared
Brian. I ain't scared.

I told you. What's the story about?

About some ghost that's going to get
Brian.

Brian, you know there's no such thing as
ghosts.

I know.

I just don't want to go to the party.

But it's your favorite party of the
year. You've been planning your costume

months. Didn't you hear me?

You know, Brian, it's Halloween tomorrow
and I still ain't sold that mask in the

window there.

What do you say? You think I ought to
discount it?

All right.

All right. Fifty cents.

That's yours.

No thanks, Mr. Bray.

You're killing me.

All right.

Twenty -five cents. My final offer and
I'm not making a penny.

Oh.

I got a costume.

It's just... That party's not so
special.

Maybe I won't go.

Go?

Why, that's the biggest party of the
year. Everybody in town's gonna go.

Well, that's just it.

I got this friend.

And... He's scared to go.

So I was thinking maybe I'd stay.

Keep him company.

Maybe make him feel better.

Nice.

What's he scared of, this friend of
yours?

He says he's seen a ghost.

A ghost.

Let's come in to get him.

Did you ever see a ghost, Mr. Bright?

Can't say as I ever personally had that
experience.

My friend says grown -ups don't tell us
about ghosts because...

They're afraid we'll be scared.

Do you think ghosts exist, Mr. Bray?

I can see how some folks think they
might.

But, you know, I've heard there's ways
of protecting yourself against them.

There is?

Like what?

Well, that would take some figuring.

You know, Brian, where I come from down
in New Orleans, folks take ghosts.

Very seriously.

I remember my aunt teaching me recipes
that can protect you.

I mean, your friend.

Oh, I bet I'd have the ingredients for a
recipe like that right in this store.

Well, you might have some of them, but
Brian is going to have to help his

find the rest.

Oh, I can do that.

Good. Now, what we got to do is help
those ghosts go along their merry way.

Lauren, we're going to need some orange
leaves. Uh -huh.

Some cinnamon. I got that. Orange, leek,
cinnamon.

Yes, ma 'am.

Now, first thing before you do anything
else, you got to burn some corn silk to

purify the air.

Corn silk.

Yeah, it's easy to find. Good.

And then you're going to take all these
ingredients, ground them up, put them in

a pouch, along with some of that ruda I
was telling you about.

Where am I going to find that?

Usually grows up on the ridges.

You feeling all right, Brian?

A root is used to control fattening. No,
it's nothing like that.

It's just a recipe for a tone.

Charm.

Now, Brian, I want you to tell your
friend to carry that pouch real close to

him. And no harm will come to him.

Brian. Thanks, Grace.

Oh, and one more thing.

You might want to throw in some netmeg.

Couldn't hurt.

Let him give it a try.

Maybe help him get over his fear.

Wouldn't it be better to convince him
there's nothing to be afraid of? If you

could. At least this way he'll be doing
something about it, like Gray says.

Couldn't hurt.

I think that's enough for today, Mr.
Foley. You don't want your couch in the

chill.

Beautiful country you've got here.

It can't be.

I feel better.

Sit, dry.

Don't understand.

I feel better.

Same time tomorrow, Mr. Foley. I don't
see the point of that, Dr. Cliff.

I was just fooling myself, thinking it
would make me feel good.

It does provide you with some relief of
the pain while you're there.

An hour a day?

What's the point?

I reckon it's time to move.

Where will you go?

Back to your family.

We lost the children in the influenza.

My wife died about six months ago.

Didn't you tell me that the arthritis
started getting worse six months ago?

Wasn't that when you said your hand
started getting stiff?

Come on. Come on, boy. Come on.

Good boy. Oh, yes. Good boy. Okay. Hey.

There you go. Get him.

Get him.

Come here, boy.

Just like Barnaby.

How's the rheumatism?

The same.

You ought to try that warm lard.

Shop.

Come on, boy, don't bother him.

That's all right.

Did

Sally

say you were going to be late?

No.

Maybe it's a preservation.

Pauline, do you think Sully's seen...
What?

Do you think he's happy living here with
us?

Of course.

Why?

Well, I'm not sure.

I mean, he spent his whole life living
on his own.

I wonder if he sometimes feels... What?

A little crowded.

Perhaps he wants things to be the way
they were before we... Did you get it?

That's the right halfway to Manitou to
find something.

It's a tough year for Ruta.

Thanks.

Brian, the truck is ready. I'm not
hungry.

Sorry I'm late. Hope I didn't worry you.

It's Brian I'm worried about.

Why do you think I rode all day long to
find the Ruta?

Why did you?

You know that no such thing as ghosts or
charms to protect him.

Brian doesn't know that.

my point exactly.

What? We really want to encourage him to
be superstitious?

Well, don't you think that'll make him
even more afraid?

You gotta face your fears to get over
them.

Keep them down, they just get worse.
Well, that's why he's giving into his

instead of fighting them.

And if I'd given into my fears, I
would've run back to Boston the first

was here.

And what kept you from running?

You hung up your shingle, you put out
your pictures, you planted your garden.

Oh, that's different.

No, it wasn't.

Those are all rituals.

Like Brian making this charm, if he
believes it can help him, maybe it

Well, what if it doesn't help?

Brian, you remember a couple of years
ago that you thought Dorothy was a

But then you found out that there was a
logical explanation for everything that

frightened you about her, didn't you?

That was two years ago, Ma.

I was just a kid.

Well, I'm sure if you look at this ghost
story logically, you'll see that

there's no reason to be afraid of
anything here either.

Brian, you know, it's wonderful to have
such a creative imagination.

You can write exciting stories, make
beautiful drawings, but it also means

it's easier for you to believe in things
that aren't real.

Like ghosts and charms.

If they help, it's only because people
want them to help.

No! It's all right.

It's all right. There's nothing to be
frightened of. We're just having a night

there.

It was real dark.

He was coming for me. No one's coming
for you.

I told you there's no such thing as
ghosts.

What was that?

It was just a draft. There's nothing to
be frightened of.

The window's closed!

It's me.

There are no ghosts here.

You still got your pouch. That'll
protect you.

No good.

It's like Ma's dead.

How's Brian?

Stayed home. He won't even leave his
room.

He's sick?

Well, I don't think it's anything
serious.

He has a bit of a stomach ache. He's a
bit pale and shaky, but I can't find any

clinical cause.

He's worried himself sick. That's it.
The boy's got a powerful imagination.

Dr. Queen, look at a patient you might
want to look at.

Yeah, I couldn't believe it myself.

It all started when I was petting
Barnaby here and throwing the ball for

Barnaby? I know, I know, he doesn't look
exactly like my old Barnaby, but he has

his nature.

Don't you?

Jake, I don't think it's your idea.

Of course it was.

Like I told you.

I've seen lots of cases of rheumatism.

Oh, I'm very impressed, Jake. Call me
Dr. Slicker.

Well, you do realize it's a remedy, not
a cure. What's the difference? He's

feeling better. Well, temporarily.

Just like sitting in the hot springs
made him feel better while he was there.

It's not even scientific, and it can't
last forever.

Unless... No.

Jake, you've made it quite clear you
don't even like that dog. I hate the

Jake. Forget it.

Jake was right.

It was astounding. This black cloud that
had been hanging over Mr. Foley simply

disappeared. His hands got better?

A bit.

I don't know if it'll last, but it was
wonderful to see.

What a strong effect the mind has.

Like with Brian.

That's just what I was thinking.

We could use Brian's mind, his
imagination, to help him overcome his

Perhaps we could help him create his own
remedy that he could believe in.

Like what?

Well, break the pouch might have worked
if I hadn't been foolish enough to talk

him out of it.

It would be better if it was something
that used his own imagination.

We found it in the library.

It's a collection of stories of knights
who vanquished dragons and monsters.

What's vanquish?

Well, that means that they fought them
in battle and defeated them.

I thought maybe it'd give you some idea
about how to fight off that ghost.

Like Beowulf, there.

The monster grendel was terrorizing the
court, killing knights left and right.

And Beowulf vanquished him with his
mighty sword.

Who's that?

That's St. George fighting the dragon.

No monster or giant could stand before
the knight's bright sword.

He was the only one that wasn't afraid
of the dragon.

So he was the only one that could fight
him and kill him.

that sword?

Well, that's King Arthur and his magical
sword Excalibur.

It looks just like Excalibur.

Well, that looked just about right to
Brian.

Vanquish dead red.

You need to shine more, don't you think?

Well, get some cottonseed oil and polish
it up.

Come on.

How can you encourage Brian like that?

I mean, you know there's no such thing
as ghosts.

Yes, but I also know that nothing we say
makes him any less real for him.

It seems that this is the best way to
help him avoid being afraid.

But you always tell me to think
scientifically.

I suppose sometimes we need to combine
creativity and science.

Look at Abner Foley.

There's nothing that medicine can do for
his arthritis.

Yet something as unscientific as petting
a dog can give some positive effect.

I don't even really know why.

Perhaps it has something to do with
relaxation.

Seems that being a good doctor means
treating the person, not just the

We wanted to wish you a safe journey.

I made you some sandwiches for your
trip.

Is someone going to meet you and help
you get settled back into your house?

No, I don't got nobody.

Perhaps I can wire a doctor where you
live.

Maybe he can find someone to help you.

I'll get by.

It's not good for you to be on your own,
Mr. Foley.

It'll only make your arthritis get
worse.

Even a pet, a dog.

They need too much attention.

Besides, I'm too old and bent.

Train a dog.

Don't worry, boy. Everything's going to
be fine. You're going to love it on that

farm.

What am I saying?

Farms are boring.

They're boring.

Well, maybe not the dogs, huh?

Seek all the fun you can have chasing
the nasty cats.

They'll be fine.

Mr. Foley.

I've been thinking. I've got a business
to run. I ain't got time to... You know

what a bothered dog's gonna be.

Need lots of attention.

That's for sure. I was thinking maybe
you could take him off my hands.

You mean... take it with me?

Oh, he'd be doing me a favor. He's
eating me out of house and home and...

said, I... I don't have time... You know
what I mean.

Well, what do you think, Barnaby?

I guess I've still got a few cats that
you can chase.

Come on,

boy.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Thank you all.

Never wanted a dog anyway.

I'm sick.

Take that!

And that!

And that!

You both look wonderful.

Why aren't you wearing a costume yet?

You're silly.

I don't know. He said he'd be back by
now.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Cinderella.

Anybody seen her?

Go on, Ma. Get in your costume.

You made this.

Yes. And all the time I thought you
were... I was worried you were...

Imagination's a powerful thing.

I'll be right back.

There's something I've got to do first.

Do you want some help, Ryan?

I'd be happy to go with you.

No, thanks.

I've got to do this by myself.