All language subtitles for Dr.Quinn.Medicine.Woman.S03E07.The.Washington.Affair.Part.1.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-Kitsune_track3_[eng]

It's a simple question,
Captain Borgnine.

What right does
the government have

to suddenly change
the terms of the treaty?

Ma'am, that's a question
you'll have to take up

with the Board of Indian
Commissioners in Washington.

I'm only a messenger.

The Cheyenne
have always hunted there.

Since my grandfather's time,

every winter
we follow the elk to the south.

All I know is the railroad
is coming through this pass.

You can't travel there anymore.

And what are his people
supposed to do for food?

I understand President Grant
has a new peace plan,

turns them into farmers.

If you ask me,
it's a waste of good seed.

You're right.
It would be a waste.

Where you have put
my people nothing will grow.

Well, maybe you
aren't trying hard enough.

You can't be lazy

and expect the government
to come in and take care of you.

They aren't lazy.

That new reservation land
is worthless.

I disagree.

And how would you know?

You've never even
ridden out there to see it.

I've seen enough, enough
to know that all this land

is far too valuable to leave
in the hands of savage nomads.

The peaceful relations
between the Cheyenne Nation

and the Army are far too
valuable to be left in the hands

of biased and uncivil officers.

Well, you've been informed
of the new boundaries.

I strongly urge the Cheyenne
Nation to abide by them.

Captain, wait.
We're not finished here.

We have nothing
more to discuss.

Then we're going to formally
protest this decision

and demand a hearing.

Dr. Quinn,
you're wasting your time.

If you think you
and that half-breed

are going to change a federal
mandate, you're quite mistaken.

And you're quite contemptuous.

The only solution
for this Indian question

is extermination.

I can complain
to your superiors and --

and I refuse to deal
with you anymore.

Ma'am, you can complain
all the way

to President Grant himself,
for all I care,

but you have to get used
to dealing with me.

I could never get used
to dealing with a man like you.

Since I'm going
to be appointed one

of the district Indian agents
for Colorado Territory,

I'm afraid
you don't have a choice.

Good day, ma'am, Dr. Quinn.

How can a man like that
become an Indian agent?

He's got a lot of powerful
friends in Washington.

And do they know
he hates Indians?

I'm sure that's
why they picked him.

I thought that they were just
appointin' church people.

Some of them are missionaries,

but most of the agents
are in the military.

What's going to happen
to Cloud Dancing and Snow Bird?

Well, President Grant
and the folks in Washington

are decidin' it right now.

But if they're all the way
in Washington,

how do they know
what the Indians need here?

Why don't we go there
and tell them?

Go to Washington?

Well, yes.
We could take the entire family.

What do you think
you can do in Washington?

Well, I could testify before
the confirmation hearings.

I could try to stop them
from appointing agents

who are racist.

I could tell them
about Cloud Dancing

and what his people
have done for us.

I could ask them to restore the
hunting grounds to the Cheyenne.

Why don't we
take Cloud Dancing with us?

Let him speak for himself.

He'd never go.

Would you?

Well,
I'd have to think about it.

Well, think hard, Sully,

because tomorrow morning I'm
buying tickets for Washington.

- Get it up there.
- Ready, Tom?

That's the last one.

That's it.
Thanks.

Over yonder!

Here's the keys to the clinic,

and here's the hotel
where we'll be staying.

I'm not sure
you should be going.

I mean,
what if something happens?

I appreciate your concern,
Jake,

but I'm sure our journey
will be uneventful.

I'm talking about us.

Who's gonna do the doctorin'
with you gone?

It's starting to seem like you
care more about them Indians

than you do about our town.

Those Indians saved this town
from sickness and starvation.

The least
I can do is go to Washington

and try to save
what future they may have left.

Hey, uh, the driver
says that we can wait for Sully.

No, he's not coming.

- Get, get!
- Bye.

- Good-bye.
- Bye.

- Have a good trip.
- Good-bye.

Her going was a waste of time,
if you ask me.

I would not want
to waste my time.

I told her that.

I said you wouldn't want
to go.

If you would not go,
I would not go.

Well, I didn't say
I wouldn't go.

I just said it's a waste
of time.

I hear the Oglala
and the Paiute

have sent men to speak for them.

Is that so?

Hyah!

Whoa!

What is it?

I don't know.
I can't see anything.

Aho.

Sully!
Cloud Dancing!

- We knew he'd come.
- Hey, Sully.

Hey, stagecoach driver tells
us you have room for two more.

That's if,
uh, you folks will have us.

Well, how far are you going?

Me and my friend
would like to see Washington.

Well, in that case, you're
more than welcome to join us.

We've arrived
in Washington...

Service from Washington
and...

Which one
of you is the doctor?

I am.

- You are?
- Yes.

And we're tired and hungry.

We've been on a train
for three days.

We'd like to see our rooms.

Is the Indian with you?

He's with me.
We're roomin' together.

Well, if he does any damage,
he'll have to pay for it.

And you tell him
there's no cooking in the room.

Tell him if the hotel food
is good, I will not have to.

Please sign your names here.

Thanks a lot.

That lieutenant said that
the hearing started 2 days ago.

I hope it's not too late.

Why don't you go on ahead?
I can take care of things here.

Stop that!

Excuse me, ma'am.
Where do you think you're going?

Are the Indian hearings
in this room?

Yes.

Well, then,
that's where I'm going.

- What's your name, please?
- Quinn. Dr. Quinn.

Not on the list.

Please look again.

Aho.

- Aho.
- You are Cheyenne?

I am Cloud Dancing.
What tribe are you?

My name is Hasanoanda.
I am Seneca.

Your name's Parker, isn't it?
I heard of you.

You were on Grant's staff
in the war.

Yes, Ely Parker is the name.

Now I'm Commissioner
of Indian Affairs.

I'm Sully.

Have you come
for the hearings?

We have come
to speak the truth.

I'm afraid
you won't get the chance

if you're not on the agenda.

The only lady scheduled
to testify this afternoon

is a Mrs. Elizabeth Thornhill.

Thornhill?

- Oh, well, that explains it.
- Explains what?

You have the wrong name.

You told me
your name was Quinn.

Yes, I did.

But, you see,
Quinn is my maiden name.

Well, then, I'm glad
we straightened this out.

It looks like we just
got on the agenda.

I know I speak for all of us

when I thank you
for your kind words.

And I assure you, Father,
for every Indian soul

we give the Episcopalians
to convert,

we'll give one
to the Catholics, as well.

All right.
Who's next?

Excuse me, Senator.

Yes, madam, what is it?

I suppose I should begin
by telling you

that I'm not
Mrs. Elizabeth Thornhill.

That, madam, is something
we all can see.

My name is Dr. Michaela Quinn,

and I've come here
from Colorado.

You're a doctor?

My friends Mr. Byron Sully
and Cloud Dancing

have come with me to make sure
that you know

how the Cheyenne
have been treated in the past

and to tell you how we hope

they'll be treated
in the future.

Dr. Quinn, we
shall be happy to listen to you

at some other time,

but our agenda
is full for today.

Please,
it will only take a few minutes.

I'm sorry.

But there's no one
waiting to testify.

May I continue
until they arrive?

No, you may not.
And now I must ask you to leave.

At least let Cloud Dancing
speak.

He can tell you what's --

Ma'am, you are disrupting
these proceedings.

Sergeant at Arms,
remove these people.

- Take your hands off of her!
- Hey.

No, stop, please.

We're going.

We shall recess
for a half-hour.

What is it?

You look as if you've seen
a ghost.

I have, name of Byron Sully.

- I thought he was dead.
- If necessary, he will be.

Find out
what he's really doing here.

Excuse me, Dr. Quinn.

There is a reception tonight
in the Rotunda.

- I'd like you to attend.
- Tonight?

I know it's short notice,

but there will be some people
there you should meet.

What kind of people?

The wives of some members

of the Board
of Indian Commissioners.

I'd like you all to come.

I use a lot of the Cheyenne's
native medicines.

The teas and herbs have done
wonders and saved lives.

Cloud Dancing has been my
teacher, as well as my friend.

We have learned much
from each other.

How nice.

And now she can help
you learn to be a citizen.

He already is a citizen,
ma'am, of the Cheyenne Nation.

Mrs. Howard, has your husband
said anything

about how the Indians
will be treated

under the President's
peace plan?

I believe they are
going to create something

like the, uh, Freedmen's Bureau.

What is
this Freedmen's Bureau?

It's an organization

that was formed to help
ex-slaves become model citizens.

It gives them places to live, as
well as apprenticeship training

and educational programs.

The Bureau is going
to teach them to be farmers?

Oh, yes! And masons
and carpenters and --

- Mrs. Howard!
- Oh, she's here!

Oh, Louise, I
thought I would never get here.

But the wife
of the Secretary of War

would not stop gossiping
and, of course,

I wanted to hear
everything that she had to say.

Mrs. Grant, allow me
to introduce you to Dr. Quinn,

Mr. Sully, and Mr. Cloud
Dancing.

Aho.

You're the one that -- that
was thrown out of the hearing!

You know about that?

There are few secrets
in Washington, Dr. Quinn,

that the First Lady
doesn't know.

Tell me,
Where would I find the freedmen?

Mrs. Grant, I have never seen
you look more lovely.

Whatever do you want, General?

You see, in this town, flattery
always precedes the request.

As you may have heard,
Dr. Quinn and her friends

have an interest in testifying

before the Commission
of Indian Affairs.

I venture it
a rather strong interest.

Well, I suppose if Mrs. Howard
were to speak to her husband

and I speak to mine,

we might encourage
them to take the time

to listen to your concerns.

- Thank you.
- Oh, don't thank me.

I detest Senator Steward.

You see, he's been
very critical of my husband,

and I would love it if you
would give him some grief.

Mrs. Grant,
may I introduce you to someone?

Oh, yes, please.
Excuse me.

I have learned
where these freedmen live.

I think in the morning
I will go there

and see what this government
has done for them.

- I'll go too.
- We'll all go.

They call
this place "Murder Bay."

These are all ex-slaves,

come North looking for work.

How can this be going on here,
within miles of Congress?

Homeless, starving people.

What's the matter?

I don't know!
He won't stop cryin'.

May I look at him?

What for?

Perhaps I can help.
I'm a doctor.

- What has he had to eat?
- Nothing.

Just some milk
I got this morning.

Maybe it was spoiled.

Please, hold him for a moment.

I'll give him some medicine.

This should settle his stomach.

Ma'am.

My girl
is not feelin' so good.

Could you take a look at her?

Either of y'all think
that lady's a real doctor?

What's your name?

You're restricting
the hunting grounds

and forcing them onto desolate,
unworkable land.

We are protecting them.

You are setting them up
to fail.

They'll fail
because of lack of ambition,

not because of lack
of opportunity.

I've seen this Capitol's
vision of opportunity, Senator.

And frankly,
I'm deeply concerned

about what the future holds
for my friends, the Cheyenne,

and all the other
Indian Nations.

But Black Kettle,
the Chief of the Cheyenne,

has told me that as long
as there's even a little hope,

there's a chance.

I urge you to re-examine
every Indian agent appointment

to ensure that these men
will make decisions

for the survival of the Indians
and not their annihilation.

Thank you for your comments,
Dr. Quinn.

We shall take them
under advisement.

Since it is getting rather late,
we shall adjourn.

We'll reconvene tomorrow
morning, 10:00.

Do you think
they heard anything I said?

We did.

Thank you for making
this possible.

My pleasure.

Oh, and it's also my pleasure
to inform you of an invitation

to dinner tonight
at the White House.

- Mr. President.
- Mm.

May I introduce
Dr. Michaela Quinn?

- Dr. Quinn.
- A pleasure, sir.

Mr. Byron Sully.

- Mr. Sully.
- Mr. President.

- Cloud Dancing.
- Aho.

Cloud Dancing, a pleasure.

General Parker's told me
all about you, Dr. Quinn.

I could use you on my Cabinet.

Hey, Ma.
Can I go see Jesse's room?

This is my youngest, Brian.

And this is my boy, Jesse.

You sure got a big house here.

Well, it's not really
my house, Brian.

It belongs to the people
of the United States,

but, uh, well,
they let me stay here.

Gentlemen,
may I offer you a drink?

I want to show him
my new telescope.

May I?

Well, dinner won't be
for at least a half-hour.

Thanks, Ma.

They seem to be
getting along very well.

And they're not the only ones.

Nellie is a very attractive
young woman.

Thank you.

But I do believe that young
cadet only has eyes for Colleen.

General Prentiss and his men

were driven
into a peach orchard, here.

It was in full bloom.

As the Confederate bullets
hit the trees,

the petals fluttered down
like snow,

covering the bodies
of the dead...

and only a few of his men
survived.

But the general's actions
gave me time to rally,

and we recaptured our camp
and pushed the rebels back.

I wanted to pursue, of course,

but I feared being
insubordinate, so I didn't.

I should have.

In reflection, it
was a turning point in the war.

It was a victory
when this nation needed one.

It was a spectacle
of gross carnage.

- Ulysses?
- And Shiloh!

Oh, Shiloh
said it in no uncertain terms.

This was no longer a war
of defeating armies.

No, no.
No, this was a war

where victory would only come

with a complete annihilation
of an entire society.

My dear, I think we've relived
enough of the war this evening.

Eh?

Well, gentlemen,
you'll...excuse me.

General Parker,
will you assist me, please?

Yes. Let me get you
some coffee, sir.

No, no.

Would you like a game,
Mr. Sully?

Why not?

Would you, uh...

Oh, you break.

Mother, I was wondering.

May Colleen stay overnight?

Oh, Nellie, I think --

That's very kind of you,
but...

Well, Jesse
wants Brian to stay, too.

Well, why don't you stay?
All of you.

There's plenty of room,

and we've so
enjoyed your company.

May we? Please.

Well, if you're certain
that we'd be no trouble.

Oh, no.
No trouble at all.

Yes, we did.

Well, then
I suppose I should say yes.

Good.

Oh.

Oh, it's such
a wonderful fragrance.

Oh, you needn't keep worrying,
you know.

I'm sorry. I keep thinking
about the committee.

They'll be voting soon.

Perhaps I should try
to speak to them again.

Why don't you go and speak
to my husband this morning?

He's down in the stables.

Go and tell him of your concern.

He'll listen.
He likes you.

He does?

Mother! Mother!

What do you think?
It's one of my old ones.

Perfect, isn't it?

Oh, it's lovely.

I told you so.

You have to wear it
to the ball.

What ball?

There's a military ball
here tonight.

And Colleen is going to be
escorted

by the second most handsome
cadet in his class.

Mine, of course, is the first.

Nellie,
he hasn't even asked me.

Why, he will.
He doesn't dare say no

to the daughter
of the President.

Come on. Let's see
how we can curl your hair.

All right.

I never imagined my daughter
would be going to a dance

at the White House.

Oh, why don't all of you come?

Oh, thank you,
but I didn't bring a ballgown.

Oh, we'll find one for you.

Besides, it's a chance
for you to meet people.

The Department of the Interior

has been made aware
of the corruption in the past,

and President Grant and I

are determined
not to allow it to continue.

How are you gonna do that?

I think we're going to start
by getting rid of Jacob Cox,

the Secretary of the Interior.

Does your tribe
live on a reservation?

- No.
- Why not?

Well, not enough Senecas
are left here

who practice the old ways.

They've all become citizens.

Mr. President, I was wondering
if I might speak with you?

Well, can it wait?

I was just about to ride
my new stallion.

He's a very handsome horse,
Mr. President.

Mm.

Good conformation.

Oh, do you ride, Dr. Quinn?

Yes, sir, I do.

She's won a few races.

Oh, well,
I'd ask you to join me,

but you can't ride
in that dress.

Can you?

All right.

Ready?

Set.

Jesse Grant,
what are you doing?

We're having a race.

Have you finished
your schoolwork yet?

No, ma'am.

Well, you know you can't come
to the party tonight

and spy on all the guests
if it isn't done.

Understand?

I hate homework.

Yeah, me, too.

- Especially mathematics.
- Hmm. I like mathematics.

Then you do my homework.

No, you've got
to do it yourself.

How else are you going to learn?

You do it, and I'll show you
a secret passage

to my father's office.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Nobody knows about it except me,
not even my sister.

Deal.

How did you learn
to ride like that?

- Out of necessity.
- Ah.

So what was it you wanted
to speak to me about?

Earlier this week,
I was taken to a slum near here,

a place where a number
of black freedmen live.

- Murder Bay.
- Yes.

Frankly, Mr. President,
I was appalled.

So was I when I first saw it.

The Freedmen's Bureau
lost government funding

before I took office.

I'm hopeful now
that private donations

will help eradicate places
like that slum.

But before you think
this program is a total failure,

I'd like the opportunity

to show you one
of its continuing successes.

Just pass it over here.

They earn money for their work,

and they get to buy the clothes
they make at a discount.

What if the Cheyenne
don't want to become tailors?

Well, if the Indians
are willing to work hard,

they can be anything.

Just look at what General Parker
has done.

I'm sorry.

Captain Grant?
It's Captain Grant!

Now, this is what the Cheyenne
can expect, Dr. Quinn --

solutions
that work for all concerned.

- Hello, how are you?
- Nice to see you.

Nice to see you.

- Ladies.
- Nice to see you, sir.

Good to see you, again, too.

And he regrets
that this illness

prevents him from attending.

- Do you believe this?
- I'm sorry.

I've been stood up.

Maybe my father
can have him executed.

Nellie!

You can share my date.

I'd rather share your brother.

- Matthew?
- He's very attractive.

Oh, he's engaged
to be married.

That doesn't mean
he can't dance with me, does it?

Oh, Matthew,
I have a proposition for you.

Now you've got to swear
you'll never tell anyone.

- I swear!
- Come on, then.

Senator, you simply must do
a little dancing.

Just wall of fire,
right in front of us.

And then what happened?

I drove the cattle
right through the fire.

It was the only thing
I could do to save the herd.

Oh, I'm sure they were
as grateful as I am

that you came to the rescue.

I mean, you saved me
from an embarrassing situation.

You are a true gentleman.

Thank you.

A very handsome gentleman

whose fiancée
is a very lucky woman.

Yes, she is.

I mean, I am, too.

I'm hoping to get stationed
in Colorado after I graduate.

You couldn't pick
a prettier place to be.

Or a prettier girl
to come visit.

Oh. -

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to...

I would think
you're told that so often.

Not by someone like you.

I hope you finish
medical school by then

so you can take care of me.

Take care of you?

You could nurse me back
to health

should I get wounded
fighting Indians.

Well, why would you want
to fight Indians?

I need some experience
under fire.

It's the fastest way to advance.

But President Grant promised
that there won't be any fighting

if the Indians
stay on the reservations.

Between you and me,

General Sherman
and General Custer

think Grant
is a sentimental old fool.

And what do you think?

Unjust as it might seem,

the Indians
will have to accept their fate.

I see no reason to put off
that grim day of extermination

we all know is coming.

- Senator, are you all right?
- I...

I can't catch my breath.

You need to lie down.

Sully,
my medical bag's in my room.

- Please go get it.
- Okay.

- What is it?
- I think it's his heart.

Is there somewhere
he can lie down?

Yes, right over here.

Someone tell the President
what happened.

And here's the final list
we'll be voting on.

They have my committee's
endorsement.

We'd like to have yours,
as well.

What kind of a man
would want to be an Indian agent

for $1,500 a year?

You should pay them more
to keep them honest.

Their reward is
in serving their country, sir.

Oh?

Bishop Whipple said an agent
needs to be an idiot

not to retire with a fortune
in just three years.

Half those appointments
are clergy, Mr. President.

I'm sure you don't
what to suggest that --

Sir.

Something's happened
to Senator Moses.

We'll talk about this later.

I'll gather up my things
and be right there.

You'd think he,
of all people, would understand

that we're only wasting time.

He does. He does.

He just doesn't want
to admit it.

Well, we'll be rid of Parker
soon enough.

Then Grant won't be able
to stand in our way.

And if he tries?

We'll buy him a box seat
in Ford's Theatre.

- You want to sit in his chair?
- Sure!

I forgot my glasses.

You go on.
I'll get them.

Somebody's coming.

Get in here.

If anyone is in here, I
would suggest they come out now.

Come on.

Come on!

Is he gonna make it?

He'll be all right.

Hey, watch it.
Watch it.

- Sorry.
- Sorry.

Where's your Ma?

Uh, she's upstairs looking
at butterflies.

Where's Colleen?

She wanted to look at more
of that pickled stuff in jars.

Hey, Brian, what were you
and Jesse doin' last night?

Nothin'.

Playin'.

Why'd you come
running in the room

like somebody was chasin' ya?

Did you see him?

Nope.

Neither did we.

From where we were hiding,
we could just see their boots.

You were hiding?

Jesse and me, we were hidin'
in his Pa's office.

We heard these men talkin'.

They left, and we came out.

Then one of them came back,
and he chased us.

What were they talkin' about?

Something
about President Grant,

about how he's not doing
what he should be doing.

Remember anything else?

One of them said something
about buying President Grant

a ticket to Ford's Theatre.

That's where President Lincoln
got shot, ain't it?

Yeah.

And you didn't get a good look
at him?

No.

Well, of course
the President receives threats.

For some people,
the war isn't over.

If the Army
is no longer responsible,

who's looking out for him?

Well, the Metropolitan Police.

They travel with him.

They patrol the grounds.

They make certain nobody
enters the White House

without being on the guest list,

even searched if necessary.

The President is quite safe.

So, you think
what I'm saying isn't serious?

The boy does not lie.

I know we all have a list
of enemies in this town,

enemies we've wished were dead.

If Brian heard something,
I'm sure it was said in jest.

But, even so, I thought it wise

for you to tell someone else
what was overheard.

May I introduce
Detective Simpson,

Metropolitan Police?

- On the second floor.
- All right.

Two doors on your left.

Any word yet on a vote?

No, ma'am,
but there is a letter for you.

Thank you.

"Dear Dr. Quinn,
It gives me great pleasure

to inform you
that President Grant

has nominated you for a position
in his administration."

They want me to supervise
the medical care

of the reservations.

I'd be in charge
of all the physicians

hired by the government.

Would we have
to move to Washington?

I don't know.

Well, why would you even
be considerin' it?

Shouldn't I?

If we want to help the Indians,
what better way?

Your home's in Colorado.

I'm buildin' it, remember?

Sully, couldn't we just
think about doing this?

At least talk about it?

It could be a great experience
for all of us.

We'd be closer to Grandma.

Ingrid and I'll come visit you.

Train will be runnin'
all the way through by then.

And it won't be forever.

Two years,
four years at the most.

I could never live here.

You can't say no
without at least giving it

some consideration.

Can't you see
what they're doing?

They're makin' you
into one of them.

They're giving me a chance

to make a better life
for the Indians.

What about our life?

How does movin' here
make our life better?

I don't know, Sully.

That's something we should
all talk about as a family.

Perhaps it won't.

Perhaps I won't even
get approved for the job.

I'm sure they're going
to want you, Ma.

You'd be great!

Carriage.

I'm glad
we can count on your votes.

Thank you.

Why did Byron Sully
come back now?

I'm sure he only came
to testify.

Or crucify.

He can't connect
you to anything.

I can't take that chance.
I've got to do something.

He'll go home after the vote.

Why take any action at all?

Because he knows
what happened.

It was a mistake
letting him live.

Now fate has given me
the opportunity

to correct that mistake.

Good afternoon gentlemen, I got
your message.