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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.