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Hey, Mom?

Can Sully have lunch with us?

Of course.

Brian, don't interrupt--

Oh!

Sorry.

I'm done.

You want to have
lunch with us?

Sure.

I'd like that.

How come you're
here every Sunday?

I made a promise.

Gotta keep promises.

That's right.

Matthew, give me.

Dr. Mike?

Dr. Mike?

Dr. Mike?

Dr. Mike?

Horace, what is it?

Horace?

What's it say, Dr. Mike?

Urgent.

Come at once.

Mother's gravely ill.

Your loving sister, Rebecca.

Hey, Loren!

We're going to Boston!

I know!

Grandma's sick, Brian.

We're going to Boston.

I booked you the four
tickets on the stage tomorrow.

Four?

Thank you, Horace!

Here's some things for Grace.

They're for Robert
E.'s back in case

it acts up while we're away.

And here's some
things that Myra might

need, everything from
bandages for fist fights to--

well, just take them over
for her, would you please?

And we'll take the
rest over to Jake.

And while we're there,
you should get a haircut.

I don't want a haircut.

Letting it grow,
just like Sully.

Why'd you get four tickets?

Because there are four of us.

I can't go to Boston.

Why not?

Because I got work to do.

Well, nothing that can't wait.

What about the homestead?

I'll get Sully to look
after it while we're gone.

Dr. Mike, I
shouldn't leave Ingrid.

You mean you don't
want to leave Ingrid.

And I understand.

But I need your help, Matthew.

And sometimes in life
you have to do things you

don't necessarily want to do.

And I'm afraid this
is one of those times.

I want to thank
you for agreeing

to watch over the
homestead while we're away.

Like I said, it's no bother.

I'm glad to do it.

Will you be sure to
say goodbye to Cloud

Dancing and Snowbird for us?

I promise.

Sully keeps his promises.

Of course he does.

Dr. Mike?

Is this good enough?

Well, it's very nice.

But what about that dress
you made for Christmas

or your founder's day dress?

It would be a lot more
appropriate for Boston.

But those are my fancies,
and the only two I got.

Have-- the only two I have.

Well, this is the
only suit I have,

and the pants are
high water on me.

Martha will let them down.

Who's Martha?

Mother's chambermaid.

Mm.

I told you that you
couldn't take those, Brian.

But they're my favorite.

But they have
patches on the knees.

So?

So, no patched
trousers in Boston!

Do I got to wear
my suit all the time?

Have to wear my suit, have to!

Oh.

My mother never had a
sick day in her life.

She was always the
strong one in the family.

Well, you're every
bit as strong, Dr. Mike.

I don't think so.

You're just not
thinking clear.

You're just
worrying, that's all.

You're right.

I am worried, but not
just about mother--

about going home,
back to Boston.

This is my home now.

Yeah, but where
you were born always

kind of has a pull on you,
whether you like it or not.

Where were you born, Sully?

Oh, nowhere.

I was born on a ship somewhere
between England and America.

I don't know where.

I don't even know the
name of the ship, honest.

What about your parents?

Were just regular folk.

Were?

My Pa died before
I can remember.

Ma said the only thing
he knew was farming.

When they got to
New York, he had

to take odd jobs
away from the land,

and his heart just gave out.

She always said it was the
city that done broke it.

What happened to her?

She drowned in the
Hudson River when I was 10.

And that's when I
headed out west.

All by yourself?

That's right.

Just like you, by yourself.

Oh.

,, say
goodbye to..

Bye.

Bye.

Safe journey.

There you go.

Thanks, Mr. Grey.

Hey, now.

Goodbye!

Goodbye.

Look, Ma.

Nothing but grass far
as the eye can see!

No mountains or trees or
nothing for two whole days.

It sure don't look
like Colorado.

No, it certainly doesn't.

Nothing does.

Driver!

There she is!

Michaela!

Michaela!

Look, Everett.

She's brought them with her.

That's my sister, Marjorie.

My, they are rough hewn.

Thank goodness Mother's
already seen them

so it won't be such a shock.

Dear?

Michaela?

Marjorie!

How good of you to come for us.

Oh, don't be silly.

Please meet my children,
Matthew, Colleen, and Brian.

This is my sister, your Aunt
Marjorie and her husband,

.

Sir.

- Hello, ma'am.
- How do you do?

Fine, thanks.

How's Grandma?

Um, well, perhaps we should
go home to Mother's and get

you all settled.

Actually, we'd like to see
Mother as soon as possible.

Surely you'd like
to freshen up first.

We appreciate your concern
for our hygiene, Marjorie.

But Rebecca's telegram
said it was urgent,

and it's already been five days.

And well, we'd like to
stop off at the hospital

first, if you don't mind.

Mind?

Why on earth should I mind?

Put that in the boot.

Yes, ma'am.

Please.

Boston sure is big, Ma.

Yes, it is, Brian.

What's that
building, Dr. Mike?

That, Colleen, is the library.

Look!

There's a whole store
of nothing but candy!

You know, Brian,
I think you're all

going to like Boston very much.

Come in.

Ma.

Michaela!

Hey, Grandma.

Aw, Brian.

Now who dragged Michaela
and these poor children

all this way for nothing?

I am perfectly well, just
a little digestive upset.

I sent for them
Mother, because--

Because Rebecca has no idea
what an appalling trip it is.

Because Rebecca knew
we'd want to be with you.

Same as you when Ma was
sick with the 'fluenza.

Oh, yes.

And that time you were
the telegram culprit.

Michaela, these
are Mother's doctors,

Dr. Hansen and Dr. Burke.

Dr. Quinn.

Pleasure.

I think Mother's had
enough excitement for now.

I told you.

I'm perfectly well.

No, your daughter is
quite right, Mrs. Quinn.

You need your rest.

We'll be back first thing
in the morning, Mother.

First thing, Mother.

See you tomorrow, Grandma.

Would you mind going
ahead with the children.

I'd like to speak with
the doctors for a moment.

We'll be waiting.

We're in a bit of
a hurry, Miss Quinn.

Dr. Quinn.

And before you leave,
I'd like to discuss

my mother's condition with you,
as one physician to another.

Of course.

Well, no one has yet to
give me even a diagnosis.

Cancer of the liver.

But I've been over this
with your brother-in-law.

Who is a banker
and not a doctor.

Now what exactly were
the presenting symptoms

that led to this determination?

Well, the usual--
jaundice, swelling,

pain on inverse
palpation, various

signs of systemic toxicity.

Such as?

Unnatural accumulation
of body fluids,

inability to take solid foods.

I'd like to examine her
myself with your permission,

of course.

Well, Dr. Hansen's always
told me that a second opinion

can be most valuable.

Good day.

Please come before nine.

I'll bring your mother's chart.

Oh, thank you, Dr. Burke.

Dr. Quinn.

Dr. Burke?

If you please.

Good day.

Harrison, see to
it that the luggage

gets upstairs immediately.

And Martha, make
sure that everyone's

shown right to their rooms.

Hello, Harrison!

A pleasure to see you, ma'am.

- Oh, Martha!
- Oh.

It's so good to see you both!

Yes, ma'am.

And are these your young ones
that the Misses talks about?

Grandma talks about us?

Oh, she certainly does.

These are my children--

Matthew, Colleen, and Brian.

Who are no doubt exhausted
and would like to rest.

We'll be back for supper.

What about Maureen
and Claudette.

Oh, yes, they'll be here, too.

But they sent their regrets
at being unable to greet you--

household affairs didn't allow.

Who's Maureen and Claudette?

They're my sisters.

Gosh, how many you got, Ma?

Four.

We'll see you this evening.

Everything's so beautiful.

Would you be wanting
your old room, ma'am?

Is it the same?

Just the same.

Then no, Martha.

I think Colleen would enjoy
it more than I. Don't you?

Huh.

This was really yours?

Mhm.

Ah.

I don't know.

I'm so excited.

Well, she's going to be just
as excited to see us as we are.

Just.

You all look very nice.

It's going to go wonderfully.

After all, we're
all family, right?

We're all family.

May we all welcome Michaela
home, and make their children

feel as though they
have always been

and shall evermore be,
a part of our family.

I can't tell you how much
I appreciate this, Dr. Burke.

Actually, we owe you
an apology, Dr. Quinn.

Dr. Hansen would normally be
agreeable to consultation.

But he adheres to the
old school of thought--

That women
shouldn't be doctors.

Mind you, I hold
no such belief.

No, I can see that.

Mother?

Mm.

Oh, Michaela.

Dr. Burke.

I've asked your
daughter to give

a second opinion in this case.

Mother, I'm afraid I'm
going to have to examine you.

Hm.

Her liver's enlarged.

But I don't feel any tumor.

Dr. Hansen said he thought
it was on the lateral side.

I'm sorry this
is painful, Mother.

But I need you to tell me which
is worse-- when I press in,

or when I let go.

Would you take a deep breath?

Oh!

As I recall, you like
oysters, don't you, Mother?

What on earth does that
have to do with anything?

Do you eat them often?

Yes.

I don't understand--

What's going on here?

A medical examination,
Dr. Hanson, and a diagnosis.

Dr. Burke?

Dr. Burke was kind
enough to afford me

the professional courtesy
I'm due as a physician.

And I'm afraid I differ
with your diagnosis

of my mother's condition.

You have no right to
contradict Dr. Hanson.

Yes, I do, Mother-- especially
when your life depends upon it.

I believe she's
suffering from hepatitis.

Absurd!

Disease of the poor and unclean.

But in a recent article
in a French medical journal,

it's also been linked to
certain seafoods, oysters,

in particular.

Ridiculous!

No, no, no, no, I
read the same article.

It was very
well-documented, uh, sir.

My point is that
I have a treatment

for liver detoxification.

It's not commonly known.

It's something that I
discovered in my new practice.

Oh, you've discovered a
liver cure all, have you,

some sort of snake oil or
patent medicine, is it?

I hear there are
all sorts of quacks

selling such things out west.

I didn't buy it.

It's a fermented tea
that flushes the liver.

It's a proven cure,
hundreds of years old.

I learned it from
the Cheyenne Indians.

Oh, good Lord.

Michaela, your father
would be ashamed of you

talking so much mumbo jumbo.

But Mother, I--

Just leave me alone.

Both of you, away.

Out of here, both
of you, please.

Leave her alone.

The Indians have
been studying medicine

just as long as we have.

They've just simply gone
about it differently.

Sometimes my medicine
works, and sometimes theirs.

I would have died
from the influenza

if it hadn't been for
one of their teas.

I believe you.

You do?

Yes, I do.

Fresh oysters, I suppose.

The problem is how to
convince Dr. Hanson.

Or at least my mother.

Do you have any documentation?

I've written papers on many
of the Cheyenne compounds.

I've submitted them to every
medical journal in existence.

They've all been rejected.

I'd like to read them.

Really?

Yes, really.

Unfortunately,
they're all in Colorado.

But thank you for your
open-mindedness, Dr. Burke.

No, William, please?

Might I call you Michaela?

No.

You may call me Mike.

Oysters?

When I think of the
number of oysters

we've all eaten
in our lifetimes!

It only takes one
that's contaminated.

The odds against it must be--

Astronomical.

But Mother's always
had such good luck.

Don't worry.

Mother's luck will
hold as long as I

have something to say about it.

You will, if I have
anything to say about it.

To Mr. Byron Sully,
Colorado Springs, Colorado.

Dear Sully, Please
send by telegraph

the medical papers located
in the drawer of my desk

at the clinic.

My mother's life

may depend upon them.

Thank you, Sully,
for everything.

Fondly, Dr. Mike.

This will be the longest
telegram I've ever sent.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

I don't believe we've met.

Fiona, ma'am.

Michaela.

It's nice to meet you.

You embarrassed her.

Well, that wasn't
my intention at all.

It's just that she's
new since I left.

And I'm not used to being
waited on by nameless servants.

Well, it's best not get to
know them too well, anyway.

Scullery maids come and go all
the time, a very unstable lot.

No loyalty whatsoever.

Well, perhaps if they were
treated with more respect

you'd receive more
loyalty in return.

Are you questioning
my manners?

No, Marjorie.

She's questioning
all of our manners.

Mike may have a point.

Could you please stop using
that ridiculous nickname?

Maureen's right.

With Father gone, there's no
need to humor anyone with it

anymore.

I don't think that's fair.

Well, you call her
whatever you like.

But don't expect
the rest of us to.

Truth is, I'm just
simply not used to being

waited on at all anymore.

I have to admit, it makes
me feel a bit uncomfortable.

Yes, it must be quite
different out West.

Do tell us all
about it, Michaela.

Well, everything's
a lot littler.

I mean, not the
things themselves.

Everything's normal
size and all,

but the whole town is smaller
and not nearly so grand.

And the streets are just
dirt, not like the the rocks

you have.

Cobblestones.

Go on.

And everybody knows everybody.

What a dreadful bore!

Yeah, all my friends
are interested in

is getting married.

Well, if it's the
right young man.

But--

Don't you want to
go to college first?

You mean finishing school?

And of course we do.

Dr. Mike never calls it that.

She says I need a college
education before I

can go to medical school.

Medical school?

Girls aren't allowed
in medical school.

Yes, they are.

No, they aren't.

Yes, they are.

The Indians aren't savages.

Tell him, Matthew!

It's the army
that are savages.

If you're referring to a
few unfortunate massacres--

They struck before
dawn at Sand Creek

and killed mostly
women and children.

They're hiring men to
kill off all the buffalo

and starve the Indians out.

And how do you know?

Because the Indians
are our friends.

Your friends?

That's right.

A Cheyenne medicine
man, Cloud Dancing--

he saved my life.

Oh, honestly.

Marjorie!

Can you hear yourself?

I don't expect you to
care about the things I do.

I'm not asking anyone to.

The question is do you
care about yourself anymore?

Just look at you.

You're getting far too much sun.

You let your hair fly loose.

Your hands have calluses.

It's my skin,
my hair, my hands.

Why are you so concerned?

Well, here you are upsetting
Mother on her deathbed.

Marjorie!

Excuse me.

We didn't call for you.

But it's--

What is it, Fiona?

It's a telegram for--

Oh, thank you, Fiona.

I have to see Dr. Burke.

Do you have an appointment?

No.

It's an emergency.

Please tell him that
Dr. Quinn is here.

Very well.

There's a woman here
claiming to be a Dr. Quinn.

What an unexpected pleasure!

My medical papers, including
my article on the liver

detoxification tea.

I'll read it right now.

Please have a seat.

Thank you.

I'm just stepping out
for a breath of fresh air.

I'll be back before
Dr. Burke's through.

, ma'am.

Thank you, dear.

This is excellent.

Let's go.

Where?

Do you use the flowers and
the leaves also in the infusion?

Well, the leaves and
flowers may be used,

but it's the roots that have
the most medicinal value.

Now just a bite, Mrs. Quinn.

I'm not hungry.

Oh, thank goodness.

Please inform this woman
that I mean what I say.

She means what she says.

She always has, and
she always will.

Mother?

Ah, Mrs. Quinn.

You know that I
graduated Harvard Medical

School at the top of my class.

And you know that I've
practiced for 10 years

with Dr. Hanson, who is arguably
the best physician in Boston.

I would hope that you
trust my medical judgment

and not take what I'm
about to say lightly.

Well, say it!

I've read your daughter's
research on the detoxification

treatment she recommended,
and I strongly advise that you

start taking it immediately.

What about Dr. Hanson?

What does he advise?

With all due respect
to my senior physician,

I believe that he's allowing
non-medical reasoning

to affect his medical judgment.

Because Michaela is a woman?

I'm afraid that's correct.

Well.

What's all this
nonsense about oysters?

Mother, we don't
think it is nonsense.

But the diagnosis is
not the issue here.

If I am wrong, and you
don't have hepatitis,

then the tea simply won't help.

But Dr. Burke agrees that
the ingredients in no way

interferes with Dr. Hanson's
treatment of his diagnosis.

Cancer?

Isn't that usually fatal?

Yes, Mother.

Well, what are
you waiting for?

It shouldn't take long.

Thank you, Mrs. Quinn.

Oh, William, you
were wonderful!

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, please, don't
apologize, Mike.

.

Oh, Mother, you just--

All our prayers are answered.

-just look at the
color in her cheeks.

I cannot believe it.

Isn't it wonderful?

It's a miracle!

Oh, thank you, Dr. Hanson.

Don't thank him--

at least not for curing me.

For trying to, yes, I do thank
you for that, Dr. Hanson.

I don't understand.

And I know my husband
would thank you as

well, if he were still with us.

I also know he
would have been very

disappointed at how you
discounted his partner's

advice in my case.

His partner?

Dr. Michaela Quinn, M.D.

Well, my patient's
improvement began two weeks

ago, after her first
infusion with the tea

that I told you about.

Your patient?

Mother?

You sneaked
something to Mother?

Behind Dr. Hanson's back?

You went along
with this, Dr. Burke?

With all due respect,
sir, yes, I did.

You're fired.

Mother!

Dr. Hanson would have--

Escorted me to my grave.

You may thank your sister
for preventing that.

She saved my life.

Dear Michaela, how can
we ever thank you enough.

Thank you, Michaela.

Thank you, Dr. Burke.

You're welcome.

Sorry about your job.

Oh, don't be.

I'm not.

In fact, I feel as
though a great weight has

been lifted off my shoulders.

I've known for a
while that it was

time for me to be on my own.

I've even had my eye
on a little office

that I could rent and still
afford to do my pro bono work.

What's pro bono?

Pro bono is treating patients
who can't afford to pay.

That's all
of Mom's patients.

Well, sometimes
it seems like that.

But most people find some
way to compensate me.

It's a sort of barter system.

That's just like the old days.

How very quaint.

We're not a bunch of hicks.

Matthew!

Oh, no, no, no.

I didn't mean to
sound condescending.

I was merely being astounded.

Boston is growing every minute.

It's not the same place it
was when I was your age.

Well, now all that's left is
for me to clean out my desk

and see if that office
is still for rent.

Is there anything
we could do to help?

Well, actually, there is.

Gladly.

It would be a
great comfort to me

if you'd consent
to join me tonight

and have a celebratory supper.

I'd say we all have
quite a bit to celebrate.

We certainly do.

Is that a yes?

Yes.

Splendid.

Well, I'll come for you at 7.

I want to go home.

We will, as soon
as Mother's better.

Isn't she better now?

That's what we're
celebrating tonight.

I meant when she's well.

Brian?

Brian?

Dr. Mike?

What about you, young lady?

Thought you said
sweets rot our teeth.

Well, if you overindulge, yes.

But it doesn't it hurt
to splurge occasionally.

Everyone should be a little
extravagant now and then.

Look, Ma-- ice cream,
all different kinds!

Which
one do you want?

Um, um, all of them.

I can't believe you
ate that entire sundae.

You're going to
burst the buttons

of your shirt, young man--

which reminds me, new clothes.

Beautiful.

Why?

Just because we're going to
some fancy restaurant tonight?

No, because you
can't keep wearing

the same thing every day.

Well, that suit was worn
out in the first place.

And with Martha
cleaning it every day,

it's going to end up in tatters.

And besides, even with
the cuffs let down,

those trousers are
still too short.

What for Boston?

It's where we are, Matthew.

It's where we are.

Come along.

Steward?

Right this way.

It'll be fine.

Dr. Burke.

Isn't it beautiful?

Yeah, but not as good
as the candy store.

Champagne, sir?

That's fine.

Ma'am?

To a new lease on life.

What troubles you, Sully?

Dreams.

Dreams are the spirits
telling us of the past

or of the future.

I dream that I'm in Boston.

Where Dr. Mike is?

You've never been there.

Never.

Then it's a dream
of the future.

Welcome home, Grandma.

Thank you, my dear.

Don't everyone gather about.

Careful, Mother.

.

Give me some room, children.

Welcome home, Ma.

Everyone, please!

Please!

Mother needs her rest.

Nonsense, I feel
perfectly well.

Doctor's orders.

A nap, but then I'm
coming down for supper.

Mother?

That is final.

Mother's orders.

- Come on, children.
- Oh, goodness.

Come on.
Let's go have a cup of tea.

Take it slowly.

Hi.

Whenever anyone used to
comment on my being my father's

daughter, he used
to tell them not

to let my choice of
profession fool them,

that it was my mother I
was most like, not him.

It's the only thing
he ever said that made

me truly angry at him.

Now, finally, I realize
that he was right.

And what's more,
I'm proud of it.

And well you should be.

Pennsylvania, Virginia,
Dayton, Ohio, now boarding.

Now boarding at four.

Which way to Beacon Hill?

This is quite a treat for me--

large family dinner like this.

But I thought
you were born here.

My father moved the family
business to Baltimore.

About five years ago, he took
the whole family with him.

But then, of all people, you
must know the sorrow of living

away from your family.

Yes, yes, I do now.

But I must admit, I was
relieved to get away.

And I have come to
love Colorado dearly.

And being here, seeing my
mother through new eyes,

watching the children
enjoy themselves,

and meeting new friends--

it all makes me miss Boston
more now that I'm here than I

ever did while I was gone.

, sir.

Stop!

You can't go in there.

I have to announce you!

Sully!

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Sully?

Mr. Sully.

Ah!

Well, you're just
in time for supper.

Won't you join us?