All language subtitles for Dr Quinn s03e29

You're late.

I trust you had a good breakfast at
Grace's?

It was, as they say, hearty.

We'd better hurry.

I take it you've heard nothing from Mr.
Sully?

He must have been unable to get word to
us.

In fact, I'm worried that something may
have happened to him.

Well, something did indeed happen.

I mean to Sully. I mean to you.

You were stood up.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

Dolly would never do that to Mom. Yeah,
he loves her.

I'm afraid love has nothing to do with
it. There are simply some men who, when

faced with the final commitment, leave
women standing at the altar.

He did not leave me standing at the
altar, Mother.

At least he had the good grace not to
wait until your wedding day.

Stop jumping to conclusions. I'm simply
trying to protect you from further

humiliation. You can't actually plan to
proceed.

I plan to find out what happened to him.

He may be hurt. He may need my help. Why
would he have left in the first place

unless what Mother is saying is true?

He must have his reasons.

Even if he was one of those men like
Grandma said, he would never just run

Paul ran away?

You see?

Even a child is being more sensible than
you, Michaela.

Face it.

Your Sully was never a suitable choice
for a husband.

Since when are you an expert on choosing
husbands?

I know Sully would never run off and
leave me for some trollop.

Come along, children.

Better let me talk to her.

I beg your pardon?

Marjorie and me, we understand each
other. Oh, really?

Well, then perhaps you can explain why
she's always so vile to me. Can you do

that? Yeah.

First of all, it's as plain as a nose on
your face.

She's jealous of you.

Always has been.

She had all the boyfriends.

And where to get her?

Jilted and sick.

Sick?

I guess you're too close to see, Doc.

What are you talking about?

The fever and stomach aches and come and
go.

I seen it in my girls plenty of times,
Michaela.

That husband left her with more than
anybody suspects.

No, I won't.

Seems you've had too much of being left
alone.

Save your pity.

It's not pity.

I'm feeling fairly alone myself at the
moment.

I... I came here to give you this.

What is it?

Black seed.

I want you to drink a tea brewed from it
several times a day until the infection

subsides. Then I'll give you an
injection of silver nitrate.

Usually all that's necessary.

In any case, it is curable.

I kept meaning to go to Dr. Kittredge.

I understand.

It's not your fault. Everett gave it to
you.

Everett!

Marjorie can't be told.

Look, if you want me to apologize for
slapping you, I apologize.

You want me to thank you for giving me
this?

Well, thank you.

I didn't come here because I want
apologies or thank yous. I came here

because... I want us to be friends.

Perhaps even sisters.

Thank you.

I hope Billy does come back.

Hey, John.

Something bothering you?

I just ain't fitting in.

Too old to be the ring bearer.

And too young to be an usher or a best
man.

You know, the last time I was here, it
was me who didn't fit in, remember?

Yeah, but that was just because of your
train accident and your face being all

burned up.

But, Mom... Thanks, Jay. And now you're
a train engineer again and everything.

I owe that to you, Brian.

And now I'm going to help you fit in.

How are you going to do that?

Well, the train is laid over for
repairs.

And I got an idea.

Sorry, I missed the rehearsal. Custer
had me.

Custer.

I wanted to warn Cloud Hanson.

Custer and some of his men followed me.

Cloud Hanson?

Yeah, I got to see him. Custer didn't.

He's going to be all right for now.

Let's just have hope.

I don't care about any fancy wedding.
All I care about is being your wife.

You being my husband.

I'm ready to start looking at the world
through our eyes.

There's no reason to elope.

Let's just start doing things our way.

For starters, let's just say I don't got
to wear a wedding ring.

You don't have to change your name.

look like much compared to your Boston
clothes. No, I think it's very

that you managed the entire publication
on your own.

Why, thank you.

Dorothy, Rebecca and I spoke last night
about this matron of honor business. Oh,

I don't mind.

No, I don't feel right about what
happened, especially the way it

as it turns out, neither does my rather
enlightened sister.

So if you don't mind, I'd like you both
to be my matrons of honor.

But your ma's right.

Why, thank you.

What am I right about?

Well, it'd be in a tradition that the
matron of honor is always the oldest

sister, unless you don't have one.

I thought we had this all settled.

I've changed my mind.

I'd like Dorothy and Rebecca to be my
matrons of honor.

But if... And I've also asked Marjorie.

But I'm not in a wedding mood.

Don't worry, Mother. We're just bending
the rules a bit.

Marjorie will be in the mood.

You have no right to speak for me.

Who appointed you the ever cheerful go
-between anyway?

Ever cheerful?

I am not.

And what makes you sad, Rebecca?

You.

You and all your petty miseries.

If you're sick... Who said I was sick?

No one.

But if melancholy accounts for your
wretched disposition, then you owe it to

everyone around you, let alone yourself,
to seek a cure.

Melancholy? Yes.

Melancholy.

Ever since Everett's been gone, you've
been... Gone? You make it sound as

he died.

Well, I only wish he had.

Marjorie. It's true.

If I were a widow, then I'd get some
respect or sympathy.

Instead, everybody sniggers that I
wasn't woman enough to hold on to that

As if I wanted him.

I could barely tolerate him. The way he
tried to force me to be meek and

submissive. The way he'd insist on his
right into my bed. That's enough.

Please forgive us.

I thought this one was bad.

Michaela, walk with me.

Would you post a letter?

Marjorie's right.

I do always try to be cheerful.

Is that such a bad thing?

She's right about my always trying to
make everyone else happy.

As far back as I can remember, it's what
everyone expected of good little

Rebecca, so I did it.

Sometimes I don't even know what I
really feel.

Because I'm so busy acting the way I'm
supposed to.

This family's like a plague.

And we're all capped in certain roles
from the moment we're born.

Yes, exactly.

Why can't we just stop playing them and
be ourselves?

Why, indeed.

Robert E.? Right.

Have a buck up.

Uh, well, I ain't got to it yet.

Well, when you can.

Robert E.? Matthew?

Sully, can I talk to you?

What's on your mind?

It's kind of private.

I'll be back for that later.

Matthew?

Matt, out of here.

In here.

Hank? You know how I feel about this
movie.

Jeff, this one.

Oh, yeah.

finest gentleman, and no, it ain't been
watered.

Appreciate it, Hank. Yeah, you ain't a
drinking man. Well, I'll take yours to

help ease the pain you caused me. Hank
lost a few bucks betting you'd fly the

coop.

And you didn't.

It's Asperilla.

To Sully and Dr. Mike.

You're getting one hell of a woman.

Good luck, sonny. You're gonna need it.

What

is

it?

We all chipped in and got you a little
something.

Bird told us you might be needing one.

Thanks, fellas.

I'm

holding

you to your promise, Matthew.

What promise?

That you owe me.

Just name it.

I want you to take the old homestead.

Pride is a foolish man's burden.

I don't know, Matthew.

I'm a filthy jerk.

Thank you all so much.

It's called a double wedding ring.

The only ones that'll be in this family.

It's for me.

It's a cookie cutter that stands out,
Em.

What's that?

Oh, how clever.

Thank you, Grace.

Well, I figured it out, and Robert, he
made it for me.

Now all you have to do is teach me how
to make cookies.

I'd save this for last.

For mother.

Oh, just tear it, Michaela.

I'm afraid you can't even get paper like
this around here.

Oh.

It's surely the best present of all.

Isn't it magnificent?

Harris.

Press.

Don't you like it?

Oh, it's beautiful, mother. Thank you.

All of my presents are beautiful.

The hours upon hours that went into
stitching that quilt.

The care that went into creating this
cookie cutter.

Everything is equally wonderful.

Thank you all so much.

Mother?

But I didn't want the others to feel
bad.

Your gift doesn't have to be the best.

There are other ways to express love.

You try to hurt me.

Or is it just in your nature?

I've never tried to hurt you.

In fact, I feel I've spent my whole life
trying to please you. Please me?

You can't be serious.

Everything you have ever done...

has been in direct defiance of my
opinion. I'm not saying that the choices

made in my life were meant to please
you, but that in spite of being true to

myself, I've tried my best to gain your
approval.

What on earth does my approval matter to
you?

Oh, it matters so much.

Being understood and accepted for who
you really are.

I believe that's what love is, Mother.

And does it go both ways?

Am I to be understood and accepted as
well?

Of course.

Then who I am wants my daughter to be
married properly.

That's not who you are, Mother.

That's you trying to influence who I am.

Just tell me, Michaela, what is it that
you want from me?

There must be something.

Otherwise, we wouldn't keep going on
like this, would we?

No, we wouldn't.

Leah, you're right. There is something I
want from you.

With father gone, I... I can't think of
anyone else in the world that I would

prefer to have give me away.

You're my parent.

You and father made me who I am.

Please, mother.

Give me away on my wedding day.

No.

It's not done.

Mothers don't give their daughters away.

And I will not give you away.

No.

You've gone too far.

You were right, Mother, when you said I
was neither here nor there.

Neither Boston or Colorado Springs.

I'm starting a whole new life.

And it isn't about either one.

A life that Sully and I and the children
are creating for ourselves.

I only wish that you could be a part of
it.

But perhaps I've changed.

more than will ever be tolerable to you.

Perhaps as we say, I've gone too far.

I know this ain't been easy on you.

Nothing is, it seems.

I just want you to know that I
appreciate the path before I ask you

Favor?

Dr. Mike's got nobody to give her away
today, and she don't know that I know

this.

She asked her ma, and her ma turned her
down.

Elizabeth did?

Oh, that's a shame.

And I know it's asking a lot, but I
don't think Abigail would begrudge it.

My daughter, she had a heart as big as
the whole world. She did.

Yes, she did.

I'd be honored to give Dr. Mike away.

I let this grow ever since the day you
died.

Keep with me, Abigail.

But now I gotta move on.

You're looking very dashing.

You too, Elizabeth.

Thank you.

Something on your mind?

Has been for ten years.

I was fool enough not to even go to my
daughter's wedding.

And I've never stopped regretting that.

I wasn't there to give my girl away.

Please.

Don't make the same mistake I did,
Elizabeth.

You don't understand.

No.

I guess I don't.

Here, I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you.

Michaela, don't move. I'm trying to...
Michaela, stop moving. I'm trying to put

those flowers in.

It's my fault, Michaela. This is not my
wedding dress.

It was made especially for you with all
your preferences. Your preferences,

Mother? You said yourself it's stunning.

And it is.

And you did say you especially liked the
lovely train on the skirt. But she also

said that she found the top too flouncy.

And she missed all the lace, like in the
dress that Dorothy made for her.

True.

Dorothy, would you mind bringing me the
dress you made for me?

Sure. You're not wearing that dress.

You're right, Mother, no, I'm not. But
I'm not going to wear this either.

What nonsense are you talking?

Rebecca, you try to reason with her. It
sounds as though Michaela is perfectly

clear.

Clear? Clear about what?

that she's going to wear her wedding
dress.

It does look lovely.

It certainly does, doesn't it?

And a lot of it's thanks to that good
stuff you brought from Boston.

Oh, don't try to make me feel better,
Lord Gray.

Uh -oh.

We didn't take a look at that.

Dr. Mike and Sally are not going to be
happy with this, I can tell you.

Who in the heck invited him?

I did.

It just seems that I can't do anything
right, can I?

Please, don't take it personal.

Well, you may wish to reserve your
apologies.

You can blame me for that as well.

You didn't know?

Something old.

This handkerchief came all the way from
Ireland with great -grandma Quinn.

She carried it on her wedding day.

Something new.

Bought it with my butter and egg money.

Something borrowed.

And I want them back.

And something blue.

I picked them myself.

Good.

I think this might look better right
over...

Josh! Better

get him to the clinic. Yeah.

Thank you.

Dearly beloved, we have come together in
the presence of God to witness and

bless the joining together of this man
and this woman in holy matrimony.

The union of husband and wife in heart,
body, and mind is intended by God for

their mutual joy, for the help and
comfort given one another in prosperity

adversity. Into this holy union,
Michaela Quinn and Byron Sully now come

joined.

If any among you can show just cause why
they may not lawfully be married, speak

now or forever hold your peace.

Who comes to give this woman to be
married to this man?

I do.

Take right hands, please.

Do you, Sully, take Michaela to be your
wife?

To have and to hold from this day
forward, for better, for worse, for

for poorer, in sickness and in health,
to love and to cherish as long as you

both shall live?

I do.

And do you, Michaela, take Sully to be
your husband?

To have and to hold from this day
forward, for better, for worse, for

for poorer, in sickness and in health,
to love and to cherish as long as you

both shall live?

Ring, please.

Bless, O Lord, this ring to be a sign of
the vows by which this man and this

woman have bound themselves to each
other.

Now that Sully and Michaela have given
themselves to each other by solemn vows,

with the joining of hands and the giving
and receiving of a ring, I pronounce

that they are husband and wife.

Those whom God has joined together, let
no one put asunder.

Amen. Amen.

You may now kiss the bride.

And.

Thank you.

Hey, Mom.

Where in damnation have you been? I've
been yelling for over an hour.

Sorry, General. With the wedding music
and everything, I'm afraid nobody can

hear you. What am I doing tied up in
here? Well, you got hit in the head

after the ceremony, and we brought you
in here to rest. We figured it was best

to tie you down so you wouldn't go
falling and hurt yourself worse.

I saw the Indian.

Beg your pardon? The Indian. I saw him.

You took a pretty nasty hit there,
General. I know what I saw, and I know

Sully is in on it.

You aren't in on it, too, are you, Mr.
Slicker?

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

And I'm sure no one else in town will
either.

Correct. Like I said, if Mr. Sully
thinks he can get away with this, he'll

learn otherwise.

Bye.

And then...

That's what you've been doing.

Yep.

Nice work, pal.

What a wonderful surprise.

Thank you.

Oh, you.

Well, come along.

Well, I suggest we allow these newlyweds
to be on their way to Denver.

I missed you very much, but the two
weeks will fly by in no time. Don't

about us. We've got plenty planned with
Grandma and Rebecca and Aunt Marjorie.

Thank you.

Sully.

It isn't even dark yet.

But it's getting darker.

And darker.

Dark.