All language subtitles for Dr Quinn s03e14

I see you brought the whole brood, Mr.
Sullivan.

And, uh, then something.

It won't bite unless it's called for.

Same as everyone, I suppose.

Let's begin, shall we?

Reverend, do you have that Bible?

Our town's contribution to this day of
promise?

Thank you, sir.

Now, we'll need a stout lad to hold us
during the service.

I'll do it, Mr. Hazen.

Thank you, son.

Put your left hand on the good book and
raise your right.

We can't yet.

Well, why's that?

Well, Cheyenne ain't here. I thought the
idea of this treaty was to keep him on

the reservation.

The whole idea, Jake, is we all try to
get along.

Getting along is fine without him.

Job's Indian agent.

Means I'm their agent as much as the
government's.

Well put, lad. Well put.

And spake of the devil.

All right. All right. All right.

All right.

All right.

I do.

With the powers vested in me, District
Supervisor of Indian Affairs, I now

proclaim you the United States
Government Indian Agent.

Congratulations. Thank you.

Swerving's the easy part.

Now comes the hard part.

Whiskey, please, for me and my friend.

No, thanks.

Can't just wait. Cheyenne needs those
supplies.

Oh, okay.

Now, that's your hand.

Help explain the reports and the forms
you've got to fill out from time to

But... And if you can do it without
snoozing, you're a better man than I.

Now, I need you to fill out that bond
for your pay. One hundred dollars a

Success.

Well, that's nothing. I'm going to try
some of Hank's private stuff.

It's just for friends.

You gentlemen have a problem with the
red man.

We've got a problem with you fattening
him up on free grub. It ain't free.

It's fair trade for giving up the
buffalo.

Now, don't be so short -sighted.

Bring prosperity, opportunity.

If we're done here, I'd like to get a
move on.

The freight's over delivery.

You got change coming, mister.

Keep it.

As a reminder of the possibility of
opportunity.

And, uh, perhaps next time I take to
that private stock.

Is Cloud dancing with him?

Listen, you will find him.

Pretty tune.

I used it to win Snowbird's heart long
ago.

Is that the same flute?

In our tradition, a young man declares
his love by playing a song.

If that love is returned,

the woman stands outside her teepee
until the man returns from the woods.

So you courted Snowbird all over again?

It's a song of gratitude, the spirits.

You see, Snowbird is. Threatening?

Oh, that's wonderful news.

I can hardly believe it myself.

It's been many winters since my last
child.

Well, there were risks for older women,
but you're strong and healthy.

Cloud Dancing must be very happy.

He is.

For the first time, he walks on
cloudless hills.

It is a sign of hope.

Now, who are you?

Your Cheyenne is much improved.

Now, there are precautions you should
bear in mind.

You must rest and you must eat whatever
you can.

That will not be easy. I know it's
difficult to keep it down, but please

No, I meant the herds are gone.

And since the treaty will not allow our
hunters to follow, food is scarce. We

have always followed the herds, always
wondered the lambs.

We will be different.

What will we be?

Things are changing.

I'm hoping to change them for the
better.

That does not sound like the Sully I
have known.

Our period is not possible to walk two
roads at once.

Are you talking about Cheyenne or me?

Both.

There's nothing here.

I can't believe this.

What's going on?

He sent a lot of things.

Soap, wool caps, thread, needles, fish
hooks. Fish hooks? My people do not use

fish hooks.

It's hard to include.

He sent coffee, tea, a little sugar, one
sack of flour, that's it.

No dried beef?

I'll look into it.

You have to do something you must stop
them I have tried I Cannot stop a man

from walking the path he chooses But
Franklin was through drinking He has

come back from the life of the world It
was owns him now

I'm so glad you're here. You can see
there's a special issue on Sully's

in. Like letting a goat loose in a
cabbage patch. He'll never keep them

in line. He's not there to be a
dictator.

He's more like an ambassador to the
Cheyenne.

Giving it a fancy name don't change the
fact he's the wrong man for the job.

Blessed are the peacemakers, for they
are the children of God.

Lauren, don't you have an opinion?

No. You're not against what Sully's
trying to do?

I'm not against opportunities.

Oh, there are.

So many.

I ordered up a lot of new merchandise.

Go ahead, Brian.

Try one out. Give it a spin.

Mom, come see.

Aren't these earbuds pretty?

Oh, those are going to sell big.

Gone before you know it. Can I get a
pair, please?

I don't know. I wasn't allowed my first
pair until my coming out.

What exactly were you coming out of?

My debutante ball.

They call them sweet 16 parties around
here, Jake.

Well... If you need any help getting
your ears lanced, I've done it for

before. Thank you, Jake, but I believe I
can manage.

Does that mean you'll do it?

Well, piercing may be painful. I don't
care.

I won't ask for nothing the rest of the
year, I promise.

Please.

You're looking at that mirror so hard
you're gonna bust it.

I'm not looking at myself.

Just my ear, Bob.

Amazing. What girls will do to look
pretty.

Picking a needle through your ear.

Now, Matthew, you scrape a razor across
your neck just because Ingrid doesn't

like whiskers.

Isn't it so different?

Do you like them, Sully?

Yeah, they're real pretty.

Don't bother, Sully. He's doing his
homework.

It is like homework.

I'll help you if you want.

You always help me.

Thanks, Brian, but according to the rule
book, I gotta fill out these forms by

myself in quadruplicate.

What's quadruplicate?

It means four of everything or three too
many.

It's hard to believe all this silliness.

I got 12 chapters, 14 special directives
by the Secretary of War. I got

quarterly reports, monthly reports.

Rules are more rules.

I know it's tedious, but people already
appreciate your efforts.

Why, even Lord. But I haven't even done
anything yet.

But you will.

You will.

Agent. Agent Sully.

I was about to go out to the Arapaho
reservation for a couple of days, check

their agent there.

Thought I'd wet my whistle before I
went.

That shipment was short on food.

Now, according to the handbook...

Every Cheyenne's got a right to one and
one -half pounds of dried beef per day.

You actually read the thing?

Yes, sir.

Well, there's more supplies than plenty
of food on the way.

Been without for a long time.

I heard in Washington that you had a
unique perspective on the red man.

I admire your passion.

I want to do a young politician in
Chicago with passion.

And a much smaller bread wallet than
he's got right now.

Listen, tell me something.

Do you think the treaty will stay
peaceable?

Won't bite.

It's cold, boy.

I hope so.

Because if they leave that reservation,
the army is going to be punished.

This is how a tribe becomes weak. Crazy
water fills their belly.

It is the only thing they have to fill.
No.

Now, we just brought a new supply of
rations.

Matthew, where's the food?

There isn't any.

None?

Can't be.

Farming implements.

Shoes. Some clothes, dry goods, pots,
pans.

That's all.

Hayden promised me food.

These promises mean nothing.

It's getting to be a tight squeeze in
here, Loren. Yeah.

I'm thinking of building out.

The town's growing, so should I.

Five stars.

I've never seen so many brand new
Bibles.

Got a good deal on them, too.

I could let you have the whole lot for,
uh, five dollars.

Ooh, that's tempting.

We've done with sharing for so long.

Well, as you say, the town is growing.

Don't forget the discount.

Lauren took an ad out in the Gazette. A
running out of room sale?

You get 10 % off any purchase.

Ad don't work without the coupon.

All these Bibles for $4 .50. I can't
pass that up.

Lauren, I need flour, oat, beef, as much
as I can get for

that.

That's a lot of money, Sully.

For this Diane.

Supplies they was promised didn't come
in.

Starved me to death.

We got so much, and they got so little.

Doesn't seem quite right, does it,
Laurel?

Is that your whole month's pay?

Yeah. Don't forget, for $10, you sent
it.

I'll take it in rations.

Thank you, Dorothy.

What's your Indian doing off the
reservation?

Dr. Mike!

The guard dancer needs you, hurry!

Carbonate of ammonia, please, Clint.
What carbonate? Is it poison?

A kind of poison, all right.

Those men are drunk.

Dead drunk.

What can we do for them? Try to get the
alcohol out of their system.

I don't have enough alum or ipecac.

I'll need all the salt and snake root
you can find.

I'll mix it with hot water. We'll have
them drink as much as they can until

they've eaten the whiskey.

Then we'll give them cold compresses.

Will they survive?

I believe so.

Once they've sobered up, some of them
might wish they hadn't.

I'm sorry to have listened to you.

My heart was blocked with anger.

You had a reason?

Who sold it to him?

Franklin says he traded for it. The long
-haired man from the saloon.

You think?

We got to talk.

To talk?

I want you to stop trading rotgut
whiskey to the Cheyenne.

I thought you'd be happy I finally found
some reason for keeping them engines

round.

You're profiting from their misery.

I want it to stop.

Tell me what I got in that trade.

You tell me it was profit -influenced
misery.

Damn engine stolen while settlers and
soldiers, they massacred. You don't know

that. Hell, Hank, that ain't even
trading. That's liberating. And the more

like my whiskey, the more they give,
which is the most gratifying part of my

line of work, because once a customer, a
customer for life.

Look at Jake.

That's funny.

If any Cheyenne die from it, or from
drunken fighting, he'll answer to me.

Sorry, selling deals and beef.

Is that me?

Take it up with your boss.

He's hit the gin, let's do it.

Hey.

Hazen, I want to talk to you.

Talk? Glad you look painted for war.

You set up trade between Hank and the
Cheyenne?

Hank seemed to need a bit of incentive
to do business with the Indians.

Now, an important part of our job is to
promote friendly contact between the

reasons. Whiskey ain't friendly.

It'll ruin him, and you know it.

Oh, I know. The more the two sides talk,
the easier our job.

How easy is things going to be if those
Braves get drunk and attack?

If you call in the Army, I mean, that's
what they're there for.

Now, lad, I used to be full of spit and
fire like yourself, but that's it.

There's more to this job than it's going
to handle.

I mean, what we do is damnably hard. We
risk their lives.

You never know when you're going to get
an arrow in the back. You deserve some

cappuccino.

What? I mean, in a good trade deal,
you'll triple yourself.

The opportunity is there for the taking.

President Grant told me that the
Cheyenne would get a fair shake.

Well, there's nothing unfair about a
little whiskey.

I'm not talking about the whiskey.

Where are the rations?

All those beef brokers, I mean, they're
impossible.

I'll send an urgent telegram to
headquarters in Kansas City immediately.

You better.

Your patience is where it's at.

So is mine.

We could start a food collection.

That's a splendid idea.

Especially since everyone has such a
good harvest this year.

They can have my tomato patch that I
grew in the garden.

That's the spirit, Brian.

I can't see this town giving Cheyenne
anything but trouble.

Well, if Lauren can turn over a new
leaf, why not others?

Gotta do something.

He's just gonna clear his head.

You know Sully.

Yes, I do.

What are you doing out here?

Waiting for you.

Did you find the answer you sought?

I couldn't hear the spirit clear.

Everything's too muddled.

I'm here, Sally.

You can talk to me.

Talk sometimes confuses things.

And talk sometimes is the answer.

Please, tell me what's bothering you.

When Abigail passed on, I left this
place for the woods.

I didn't much care what happened to me.

I didn't eat, I didn't sleep.

I would have died if Cloud Dancing
hadn't found me and taken me in.

Cheyenne gave me things.

I never had before.

Filled up the empty places inside of me.

I was a silver miner, Michaela.

We took metal from the earth, and we
didn't care much what the earth looked

when we got done.

All that mattered was the silver.

Cheyenne taught me what is precious is
the earth, and that the spirit of the

people...

It was a gift.

I owe them.

And if we lose the Cheyenne, we're going
to lose something much more precious

than silver.

You're doing everything possible to help
them.

There's something else going on here. I
can't put my finger on it.

But I think Hazen knows.

It is snowing.

How long has she been bleeding?

Since sunrise.

Oh, God.

The baby.

Will I lose the baby?

Everything's going to be fine.

Next, ten drops of oil with water and
you're done.

You can help me, Snobber.

How do I say beautiful in Chinese?

Beautiful in Chinese.

Can I pronounce it correctly?

Yes.

And the word for song?

All right?

And the word for love.

Now

what

cloud dancing was playing for you on his
flute?

Yes. A beautiful song of love.

I wish I could say the words to take
away your pain.

There are no such words.

Let's see you wait.

I must warn you, this is very sad.

We call it melancholy at the moment.

You mean her heart is broken?

Yes, we call it that also.

Kettle's culprit.

Medicine arrow renewal.

Sacred arrows represent the soul of the
people. The soul is sick.

Arrows must be renewed.

Okay, look at my gun.

Dog soldiers are called for an all -out
war. They're blaming the government for

the death of Cloud Danson and Snowbird's
baby.

That is not entirely the government's
fault.

Didn't you say not eating enough caused
it?

That and her age made it more difficult
for the baby to survive.

She ate enough for the baby, as I
instructed.

But she thought she could give the food
that was meant for her to the children

in the cab.

She simply didn't know she needed both.

It doesn't change the fact that more
food would have prevented this from

happening.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

Forgive me.

Forgive you?

It is I who should be asking for
forgiveness.

I am the one who did not protect our
baby.

There will be more children.

There will be no more children.

Thank you.

He says, our arms are strong.

Our hearts are proud.

But crazy water makes our arms weak.

And our hearts black.

Blames the whites.

Wants to break the treaty and form a
raiding party to get food.

Yes!

Let us break the treaty.

And rob the whites of their crazy water.

Because the crazy water will put out our
spirit fire.

If we're to renew our sacred arrows, we
must drink it no more.

We must keep our word and never break
any treaty.

We must find our path again.

We will be a lost people.

A people without hope.

Morning, folks.

Horace, when's the next shipment of
provisions coming in?

I don't know nothing about that. But a
telegram went out yesterday to the

Affairs Headquarters in Kansas.

Mr. Hazen sent it. I just want to know
the answer. I wish I could help you,

but... Horace, it's a matter of life and
death.

Is this about your oath?

No, Dr. Mike. My oath don't cover
nothing I ain't sent yet.

Surely Hazen couldn't have forgotten.

He didn't forget.

You wait here.

care to join us, I, uh... You're
starving, Cheyenne.

Now, lad, I've already explained it. The
largeness of the beef broker is not

much I can do except pester him with
telegrams. You didn't send him with

telegrams.

You're overstepping your authority,
Ellie.

It's your job to report upon the
Cheyenne.

Are they still peaceable?

Not for long.

You're driving them to war, but that's
your point, ain't it? Is it time to call

in the army?

That's what you like, isn't it? So that
the army can punish him?

What I like, it is the policy of this
government,

your employer, to find a solution to the
Indian problem.

If we break that treaty, nobody will
blame us if we find a final and a

solution. President Grant promised me
something different.

He forgot.

He still wasn't running for office.

They're gone.

Gone?

What do you mean, gone?

Jack off, Sully.

There'll be no more shipment.

No more.

And I'm out of here myself in a few
days. There's not much more profit to be

made in this town. Profit?

You sold them to Lorne?

sending a telegram to President Grant.

Yes.

Where'd you get those arrows from?

None of your business.

They belong to the Cheyenne.

They're sacred to the tribe.

They must have been. It cost me three
whole bottles of vodka.

Those supplies you've been selling in
your store, did you buy them from Hazen?

I don't know what you're talking about.

They were meant for the Cheyenne.

Mr. Hazen had no right selling them, and
you had no right buying them.

Well, Mr. Hazen said they was
overstocked, and he was offering them at

price. Didn't that tell you something?

Why don't you just calm down?

Leave it to you to try and ruin a good
thing. What I saw last night, Jake,

wasn't a good thing.

A woman, a friend of mine, lost her baby
because of malnutrition.

The things in Lauren's store were stolen
from the Indians?

Oh, they wasn't stolen.

I paid cash money for them.

Anyways, what's done is done.

Most of the stuff's been sold already.
Can't do nothing about it now.

Not that you would anyway.

If I hadn't bought the stuff, someone
else would have.

Maybe they would have gotten to the
people who needed them.

Holly, a telegram come for you.

From the White House.

You're getting an important man.

President answered you right back.

What's he say?

What is it, Sally?

Good news, huh?

Beat yourself.

You're excited about good news?

You're doing a fine job.

I fully support you and Superintendent
Hayden in your endeavors.

I'm President Ulythie S. Grant.

Does that mean he likes what's going on?

It means Sully was set up from the
start.

People use me.

They just want to keep the Cheyenne
quiet until they're weak enough to

him off.

But at least you tried it. Yeah, what
good did it do?

I'm done.

I tried it your way.

It didn't work.

I'm quitting.

I don't blame you.

Is that what you would do?

To be totally honest, I don't know.

But I understand and respect your
decision.

I can't stop the government.

There's something I can do for the
Cheyenne.

I'm truly an Indian agent.

In Isaiah, we read, and the greedy dogs
are not satisfied.

They are shepherds who have no
understanding.

They have all moved to their own way,
each one to his unjust gain to the last

one.

At this time, we usually pass the
collection plate, but I've asked Sully

help us gather what doesn't belong to
us, starting with your Bibles.

The truth is, Cheyenne don't need your
Bibles or your ear bobs or your fish

hooks.

They need food.

As much as you can spare and as quick as
we can get it to them.

Ah, they wouldn't need so much if they
traded for good stuff instead of just

liquor. Amen to that.

You certainly ate the food they offered
you last Thanksgiving, Jake.

Dr. Mike's right.

I ate what they brung and I can spare
some.

Thank you, Horan.

I'll pledge what I can to you.

No, you won't. It's not your store.

I'm not pledging for the store. I'm
pledging for me.

Well, you can count me out.

I got my watch and a good horse.

You make them Indians strong, you're
cutting your own throat.

Michaela, I'm grateful for what you did
in there, Dorothy.

Well, I had my reasons for that.

And for this.

I found out where Lauren is storing the
government food.

Listen to this.

There are enough provisions here to last
a cheyenne month.

What do you say we get it to him?

Say yes.

I told you they were thieving.

Ain't thieving, Jake.

Liberating. Can't steal what already
belongs to you.

Look at the markings on these crates.

Oh, I bought them good parents. Where?

Why, I couldn't have you arrested for
stealing.

Will you do that, Lauren?

We'll see what the federal marshal has
to say.

We'll let him decide who this food
belongs to.

All right, I'll get with it. Let him
have it.

It's getting to be more trouble than
it's worth anyway.

I regret that we part as enemies.

It's your choice.

I did what I had to do, what I was
ordered to do.

Not good enough, Hazen.

They're far worse than me.

Men who take squaws as concubines,
banish them they dislike.

Rulers, despots, some even call
themselves chiefs.

And that makes what you've done right?

I could be in this job, or you could be
in this job, or the Marcus of

Queensbury. It wouldn't matter.

The government will get what it wants.
It always does.

That's just an excuse.

It doesn't have to be that way. You
could have stopped it.

I commend you for your idealism, lad.

But life will change you, as it does all
of us.

Sully isn't an idealist, Mr. Hazen.

An idealist is someone who merely
contemplates a better world.

Sully's prepared to fight to make that
world a reality.

I expect your quarterly reports to be
prompt.

And in quadruplicate.

We'll be watching closely.

So will I.

One more thing I gotta get.

You want to watch me cook up libation
for your friends?

Got the recipe from your boss.

Strictly in sugar?

Hook them.

Red pepper?

Give it a good strong kick.

What do you sample?

Came from the medicine arrows.

I ain't selling them. Ain't buying them.

Helpless about your skull cream.

Your courtship's off.

It is a reminder to Snowbird of what was
and yet.

Maybe again.

I give you my thanks.

And I give you mine.

For all you've given to me.