All language subtitles for Dr Quinn s02e01

I'm picking bets.

Five bucks says nobody beats my new
horse, Hurricane.

Don't be too sure of that. I'm training
my horse, Scout.

He's got legs.

Get on.

I hear Doc Cassidy's got a horse been
winning every race this year. Doctor?

That's right. He's coming in from
Denver.

I haven't had a chance to talk to a
colleague in quite a while. Maybe I'll

invite him for dinner.

He's coming tomorrow.

Jack Mike, let's get going.

Colleen, do you look after Brian? Sure.

No, no, don't take Bear today.

Why not?

Ride with me.

But I'd be more comfortable on Bear.

For one, no questions. Trust me.

Leave.

I'm taking pets, fellas.

He

asks

if

he can have two.

One on each arm.

He only needs one vaccination to protect
him from smallpox.

All his years?

Yeah.

You bring us strong medicine.

Now we have a gift.

Her name is Ahuasa. It means flash in
the sky.

I chose her for you.

She's beautiful.

This is not necessary. I can't accept
this.

To turn down a gift, you insult Snowbird
and our people.

She's given you something she loves in
front of all to show respect.

Thank you.

I'm honored.

I've never ridden bareback before.

You won't have to.

You made this?

Yep. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Just the right size.

You put her name on there.

Why not?

Try it now.

The men call her Antoinette Dehoa.

Crazy lady.

They think she's useless.

But she runs for me. She'll run for you.

I can feel that.

Race you to the tree.

May I join you?

I don't think that's a racing horse.

Let me try her just once.

Forbidden. Cheyenne women don't race
with men.

All right. I'll head back.

Yo!

You plan on sleeping here with her?

No, but it is her first night in a new
place. She's so pretty.

She's awful small.

You should see how she runs. She flies.

Now, that is enough.

She does tricks, too. Watch.

Maybe you could put her... a show with
her at the fair.

If she's so fast, why don't you race
her?

That's funny.

What's the matter? Scared she'll beat
you?

You can't be serious.

Why can't she? You haven't seen this
race.

They got the meanest, toughest riders in
all the territory.

They're way bigger than you.

Well, that would be an advantage. We'd
be faster.

Dr. Mike, you'll get thrown off,
trampled.

Ma, don't do it, please.

Don't worry.

She's done lots of dangerous things
before.

But I don't want nothing to happen to
you.

I'll be fine. We'll talk about it in the
morning.

You go up to bed.

Night.

So, are you going to race me over?

I don't race for money.

Why?

I don't like what it does to people. It
makes them act ugly.

It doesn't have to.

The contest can inspire a person to do
their best.

She ain't seen this race.

Let the winning horse through, boys.
Bring him on in, Bill. Come on. Watch

boys. Watch out. Come on, boys. Watch
out. Watch out.

Is this Doc Cassidy's horse? Yeah.

He's not tempered. What's his name?

Destiny.

Blacksmith.

Can you put these on him in the morning
of the race?

Fancy. Where'd you get these?

Denver. They're special race.

What are they made of?

Gold.

Destiny's the horse. Come on, boys, get
around.

Get your money out.

You know, if I won that prize, Ingrid
and I'd get our homestead.

Don't let them shake you.

And you can win.

You're not making a pie?

No, I'm answering the wild bear
preserves.

No, thanks.

You feeling all right?

I want to do something that's fair.

There's nothing I'm good at.

I'm not old enough to race.

Oh, I used to feel like that.

Only thing I'm good at is cooking. The
trick is, you find that one little thing

you can do, and then you make the most
of it.

Could you teach me?

What?

Cook it?

Yeah, I can make a pie.

You can't enter the pie contest.

Why not?

Boys don't do that.

Well, there's no reason they can't.

Scared I'll beat you?

Yeah, real scared.

You never cooked a thing.

I ate a lot of pies.

I know it tastes good.

Here.

Put this on.

She's so smooth, like sailing through
the air.

Cloud dancing says she's stubborn and
ornery. Not for me.

She goes at the slightest touch.

She seems to know what I want to do
before I tell her.

It must be kindred spirits.

What would you think if I rode her in
the race?

I wouldn't be surprised at all.

Why not?

Tough race.

Off the path turns, up and down creek.

I'd die, you wouldn't finish.

That's the kind of thing you'd do.

I kept safe on Flash like I could do
anything.

What are you proving?

Oh, it's not about proving something.

It's about taking up a challenge.

Trying for excellence.

There's no persuading you.

That's not true. I haven't made up my
mind yet.

Wait now.

I mean, he gives him his hand and he
falls right there, right past him. Will

hold her? I'll be right back.

This is the best rider in the bike.

Come on, I'll show her to you.

Dr. Cassidy?

How do you do, madam?

Do you require a doctor?

No, I'm Dr. Quinn.

I beg your pardon?

It's been a long time since I've had the
society of another doctor, and I was

wondering if... Is this kind of a joke?

No.

Look... Like a respectable woman.

I'm a physician.

Trained where?

Women's Medical College of Pennsylvania.

What's that?

Probably nothing.

I was wondering if I might invite you to
my home for dinner.

I'm sorry, but I should be very busy for
the next few days.

You all right?

We can take him to my clinic.

What clinic?

In town. We can examine you there.

That won't be necessary.

Eyes look good.

You feel dizzy?

Hmm? Ears ringing?

No, sir.

But with a severe blow to the head,
we... We don't require your opinion.

Fine. I'm sure you're a cowboy.

Let's go check on the horses.

They're the ones we should be worrying
about.

Is that rider going to be all right?

I suppose so.

What did the other doctor say?

Not much.

There you go, Matthew, and good luck.

Next.

Flash in the sky.

A little small, isn't she?

Like a large dog.

Is there a size requirement for horses?

Oh, no, no, no. Long as it is a horse.

I'd like my slip, please.

Yeah. Name of the owner?

Michaela Quinn.

And who's the rider?

I am.

Ladies ain't allowed to ride.

Why not?

Well, that's the rules.

I ain't never heard no such rules.

That's because no lady's ever tried to
ride before. And none will.

Now, if you wouldn't mind, please, just
moving on.

I'm not moving. I intend to ride in that
race.

But you can't.

It's for males only, 14 and over. Where
is that written?

Rules don't need to be written.

They ought to be. Rules is rules.

It's the way it's always been.

If you ladies want to have a horse race,
go and have one of your own.

Please, I got other people.

I just have a feeling Flash could win.

She's... strong and she has heart i
don't understand why can't ladies race

doesn't feel fair a lot of things in
life aren't fair it didn't feel fair

they turned me down for medical school
did they say why they said that women

too delicate what'd you do then i
wouldn't accept no

so i knocked on every door trying other
schools until i found one that would

take me

So, how come you're giving up on the
race?

Oh, I know these people.

They'll stick with their rules.

What? What?

I can persuade them to change the rule.

You never know.

Unless you try.

Colleen, that is a wonderful idea.

Look what's coming.

Evening, Dr. Mike.

Mighty fine there.

Tonight, same goes for you, Sally.

Thank you. You're looking quite fetching
yourself in that suit.

I'm too old for this nonsense.

Lauren, if someone wanted to change one
of the rules in the race, who would they

apply to?

Why, the race officials.

And who would they be?

Me and my two colleagues from Denver and
Boulder.

Well, do you think I could persuade you
to amend one of the rules, the one about

women riding?

Ah, Dr. Mike, now, you don't see women
fighting in a war, and you don't see

racing on horses.

No? What about Joan of Arc?

How about Lady Godiva?

Want to ride like she did, folks might
go for it.

Women can't compete in these things.

And why's that?

They're built different. The bones ain't
as strong, they can't move as fast.

Female horses race against male horses
and win.

Well, you ain't a horse.

You ain't got manners, boy.

Evening, Dr. Cassidy.

Madam.

What a very handsome dress.

Thank you.

How's your rider doing?

Oh, don't worry about him. Cowboys get
kicked all the time, and most of them

so dumb you can't tell the difference.

But he may have internal injuries.

I'm sure you've been observing him. Do
you have a husband?

Dr. Cassidy, I hardly... Are you her
husband?

No, I'm not married. Now, there's your
problem.

Get a husband. Women don't belong in
horse races, and they don't belong in

medical profession.

Women belong in the home.

Is he the most bigoted, pompous,
condescending... Easy.

Pick your battles.

I'd just like to see his horse get beat.

Flash could beat him.

Will you ride him?

I'm sorry.

It's something I will not do.

All right.

Then I'll find someone else who will.

Thank you.

There you go. Thank you. Enjoy the cake.

It's sticking to the roller.

You've got to put flour on the pin,
silly.

Oh, you'll get the hang of it. I can't
make it flat.

Sure, you can. Try it again.

Stop that.

What are you going to put in that pie?

Chocolate and pecan and caramel.

That's candy.

So? Sounds kind of unusual.

How about some raspberry?

No, I want chocolate.

It's my pie.

Thank you.

He's lame.

You did this.

Don't go.

There's nothing wrong with that horse
last night. What happened?

I was near gun lane.

You're the only one who touched that
horse's leg.

Now, why would I want to harm him? To
get rid of me. I'm the best rider around

and everyone knows it.

Somebody paid you. You're out of your
head.

Did I ever harm an animal?

Take it easy.

This was fixed.

And I'm gonna find out who did it.

You folks bet on Hurricane?

Better pick yourself another horse.

Hank?

Yeah? Would you come up here? I'd like
to talk to you.

Sorry about your horse.

I've had an idea.

How would you like to raise Molly?

An Indian pony?

She has fire in her.

And if you raise her, she could win.

It's a little girl's horse.

Just come and see her.

I've already seen her.

What's the fastest you've ever run in
the training course?

A man at 29 seconds.

Flashed it in a minute 20 yesterday.

Barely straining.

Maybe I can do something with her.

If I do, we split the cash.

60 -40.

That's not fair.

Life ain't fair now, is it?

Deal?

How's your head feeling?

All right.

Any trouble with your eyesight?

No, ma 'am.

Oh, dear.

What are you doing that for?

More control.

That bit's too strong. She needs a
gentle touch.

Want me to ride her or not?

I can ride anything with hair.

I won't let you ride her.

I'd rather she don't race at all.

A man never beats a horse.

Or any living thing.

Easy,

easy. You should lie down for a moment.

That's my rider.

You all right, son?

Must have got home some bad rib, doctor.

No, he needs to lie down. He should be
carried.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Stomach been hurting?

No, sir. Came on kind of bad.

Get me a bottle of whiskey out of the
wagon.

May I look at him?

What for?

I do have some experience in
neurological cases.

Neurological cases?

And just lost his dinner, that's all.

This man had a serious blow to his head.

And you know as well as I do that
vomiting is an indication of concussion

cranial compression.

I'm better now. Just rest.

I've already done that.

The swelling is normal. The pupils are
normal.

Do you know where you are?

It's our Cassidy's tent.

What day is it?

Wednesday.

Can you tell me who the president is?

He didn't know who the president was
before he got kicked.

I don't think this man should ride in
the race.

I'm all right, boss.

I can ride. Now, just lie down and rest.

Here, a couple of shots of whiskey and a
little sleep, and you'll be just like

Niamh.

I really must disagree with your
prognosis, Doctor.

Perhaps you desire to win the race.

It's clouding your judgment. No, madam.
Your desire to prove that you're a

better doctor than I is clouding your
judgment. And I'll thank you to stop

interfering. Now, Rone needs his rest.

That is a beautiful pie, Colleen.

Thank you.

What are you doing here, boy?

I made a pie for the contest.

Sure looks peculiar.

Boys don't make pies.

This one did.

It's unnatural.

You ain't turning into a girl, are you?

Lauren, there's nothing in the rules
that says a fella can't make a pie if he

wants to.

So what's it called, Brian?

It's got to have a name.

How about calling it Mr.

Brain?

You can't name a pie after me.

Why not?

You name it after what's in it.

But what are the ingredients?

You don't have to tell.

Recipe's a secret.

Surprise is going to be anybody eats it,
don't die of food poisoning.

How you feeling?

You know, you don't look too good.

Dr. Mike says maybe you ought to take it
easy.

What's she know?

She is a doctor.

So is my boss.

He said I ain't got nothing to worry
about but winning this race.

I'm getting 10 % of the prize money.

That's if you win.

All I got to do is stand on this horse.

He'll do the rest.

There's a lot more to winning the race
than just staying on a horse.

That's all.

Drew passed out. He felt worse.

Have you tried smelling him?

No effect.

I suspect he has cranial compression.

Pulling of the blood.

He needs immediate surgery to relieve
it. I'm aware of that.

Unfortunately, I've never done that
procedure, so I've got to send him to

Denver. I can do it.

I beg your pardon?

I can do the surgery in my clinic.

You've done this before?

Yes, once.

But it was on my own son.

He jumped from a tree.

He had a blood clot pressing on the
retinal nerve.

I performed a refining procedure.

Well, ask Mr. Flicker. He was there.

Yeah, I saw her do it.

And the outcome?

He recovered fully.

Luck. Pure luck. There's no way to tell
where the blood is pooling or if it's

even possible to get to it.

It's far too dangerous to risk opening
up the scar.

It's far more dangerous to send him off
on a journey bumping and jostling.

There's a chance he has.

No.

I'm the best chance.

That's your opinion.

But he's my patient, and I'll decide
what's best for him.

Dr. Cassidy, if my name was Michael
Quinn and not Michaela, you'd let me

that procedure, wouldn't you? I don't
give a damn what your name is. I know

Drew, and I know he would much rather
take his chances on a wagon trip to

than have a hysterical female cut him
open.

Go on, get moving.

It's all right, Pat, don't worry.

He's not going to make it.

I might have saved him.

Andrew.

Aren't you going to taste my pie?

Well, you've got to taste them all,
Jake, for it to be fair contest.

It's unusual.

I need another taste.

Here. Let me try.

Are we ready to make a decision,
gentlemen?

I lost.

Not yet.

I think it tastes funny.

You did your best.

That's what counts.

I never won anything.

Think I could come in third?

I want to thank everyone who made a pie.

Now, the third place ribbon is going
to... Colleen Cooper.

Now, second place ribbon goes to
Margaret Cornell for her rhubarb pie.

And first place goes to Brian Cooper for
his surprise pie.

Brian, that was the most stimulating pie
we taped.

Tell the folks what you put in it.

I can't remember.

What do you think his chances are now,

Doctor?

Maybe you ought to sit down a bit.

I'm all right.

No, you're not.

He sent that young man off to die when I
might have helped him.

Just because I'm a woman.

You did your best.

It's the same prejudice that keeps me
from riding in that race.

Only now his horse won't win.

How do you know that? He's gonna get a
new rider.

I'm putting Flash in the race.

Flash will beat him.

Well, who's gonna ride her?

I will.

Thank you. I appreciate that.

But I'm the one that should write her.

They won't let you.

What if they don't know?

You think that'll work?

Don't swing your hip.

Never swing my hip.

Whatever you're doing, don't.

You gotta kind of point your toes out.

Walk your heels first.

Quagga.

Like this?

Better.

Give me your bandana.

Good idea.

Keep your hands in your pocket so they
don't see how small they are.

What about the voice?

Don't talk. And don't smile.

Look at that, folks. He's deaf.

Gee, see, we gotta be careful. One slip
like that, it's all over.

Maybe some charred tobacco.

Couldn't stand that.

I got some licorice. You could chew
that.

Yeah.

You have big wine here, Pete.

Mr. Mike, I've been thinking maybe I'm
not going to ride in the race.

What are you talking about?

It's kind of funny riding against you.

Well, I'm the one who shouldn't ride
then.

You got it. I want you to.

And I want you to ride.

We should just both do our best.

And if you win, I'd be thrilled.

And if I win, I'll give you the prize.
It'll be my present to you in England.

You sure?

Just don't run me off the trail.

You want Destiny to take the lead at
first if he's riding.

So let him get two or three lengths
ahead of you.

And don't forget, you gotta ride like a
boy.

How's that?

Get over his neck.

Lean forward.

That's right.

Now this is where the race is won or
lost. This is where you make your move.

What do we do here?

Well, you got two choices.

Shortest way is over the log, but don't
do it. The ground on the other side is

full of holes. You could take a bad
fall.

If you cut around the tree, it's longer.

Flash here can turn sharp. She can cut
off the others.

She turns like a dream.

After this, you take the lead and you
keep it.

Lauren. Last year's gonna race. Got a
new rider.

Who?

My cousin.

I didn't know you had a cousin.

Yep, he rode in from Stowe to Spring.

Ride that little girl forward?

Better than you did.

What's your name, boy?

Bill.

Bill.

How old are you, Bill?

Old enough to charge.

You? We're cute.

Come in, Lone. Be sharp.

Can't he talk?

He don't have to, darling.

Are we going to stand around talking or
are we going to have a horse race?

Cassidy's got himself a new rider.

Hank.

Hank. Hank and destiny.

Lord, what a combination. I'm going to
double my bets.

The Colorado Sweepstakes is about to
begin.

Ours will not.

Reverend Johnson will now bless the
horses.

Lord, we ask your blessing for these
brave men and swift horses.

Grant them strength and courage and
guide them all to a safe return.

Race starts and ends here in Grover's
Pastures.

Run seven miles past Willard Creek, up
over the peaks, and around Oak Grove.

There are four checkpoints.

You gotta pass them all, or you'll be
disqualified.

I'm nervous.

Any rider who falls off is disqualified.

It's just a race. I don't still come up
in the morning.

I know.

But it feels like the whole world is
watching.

Destiny is the favorite.

Alibaba's paying two to one.

Last call. Final bets.

Brian, I'm sorry I made fun of your pie.

That's all right.

I'm proud of you.

Who's that riding slash?

Our cousin, Phil.

Cousin Phil?

I could swear I knew that little fella.

Fact is, he's been here before.

I even entertained him once.

The decision of the judges is final. Now
get ready.

Checkpoint 1.

It says here Destiny's in the lead.

Matthew Cooper on scout. Don't get left
behind.

Cool.

Checkpoint's going to be right back.

So give up yet.

She qualified.

She won fair and square.

She did not. She broke the rules.

The winner is destiny.

No, that's not fair.

Marsha gets a prize.

We know what we did.

Flash won.

She's the fastest horse in the West.

in her nose.

No. I think we'll just take her home.

Town's going to be talking about this
one for a long time.

We can let girls ride next year?

Nope.

But someday.