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- The place looks fine.
- Yes, I know.

I'm just doing a little
last-minute sprucing.

You don't think
it looks too rustic, do you?

You should get
going to the station.

The train is gonna
be here any minute,

and there's nothing
to worry about.

Who's worried?

Right -- Right over here.

Right over here, gentlemen.

Right up against there.

Wait!

I'm sorry, but I -- I --

I think it would be easier to
operate if it was right here.

- Little...
- What the devil is that?

Oh, my new press!

I bought it secondhand
from a fellow in Denver.

You know how to work
that thing?

I'll learn.

It's awful big.

You know,
it'd look better over there.

Here comes the train,
right on schedule!

I didn't realize
I'd be so nervous.

Think it's exciting seeing
your best friend from college?

Ten years is a long time.

Oh, the flowers!
The flowers, Brian.

Take it easy.
She's your friend, remember?

Wait!
What do we call her?

Dr. Tilson.

Michaela.

Miriam.

Oh!

Side by side, 10 years later,

as promised.

Ever since we made that vow
at commencement,

I've often wondered
if it would actually happen.

Oh...

Well, look at how big you are!

Oh, and you must be Sully.

Dr. Tilson.

He's even more handsome
than you described.

Let me see.
Brian?

And Colleen.

It is indeed a pleasure.

Hello, Dr. Tilson.

Oh, please, Miriam.

A decade later, can you
believe it?

No.

I didn't realize
I'd be so nervous.

We'll go get your luggage.

I'm so glad
you could make the trip.

Oh, nonsense.

I wasn't about to have
a pregnant woman

come all the way
to San Francisco,

let alone deprive this charming
little town of its only doctor.

It wasn't much trouble
getting away from the hospital?

- My team can manage without me.
- Your team?

Oh, good news, Michaela.

I've just been appointed
senior surgeon

of children's medicine
at St. Luke's.

Senior surgeon?

Why, Miriam, that's wonderful.

This is our transportation?

I'm afraid so.

But don't worry,
the homestead isn't far.

We've both come a long way,
haven't we?

We all knew
it was very important,

the most difficult examination
of the semester,

and Dr. Nagle, our professor...

Pray that you never
have an instructor such as he.

He stood at the lectern.

The room was deadly quiet
as he read the questions,

one by one,

when suddenly, there arose
from the silence a noise --

snoring, coming from the seat
directly beside me.

Ma?

I'd been studying all night.

Oh, you never
heard such a cacophonous wail.

I was not that loud!

Oh, the lamps were rattling.

And Dr. Nagle,
he stopped the examination,

and he watched you
with that face of his.

Do you remember that face
he'd make?

The Nagle face.

I still see it in my nightmares.

So, did you sleep
through the whole test?

No.

Thankfully, I was there to give
her a swift bump to the ribs,

and she awoke,
somewhat startled, I might add.

- Did you get in trouble, Ma?
- Well,

Dr. Nagle was kind enough to let
me complete the examination.

Oh,
she completed it all right.

She edged me out for
the highest grade in the class,

as usual.

I made some additional inquiries

regarding that boy
that you wrote me about.

- What was his name?
- Anthony.

Anthony.

I'm afraid
I don't have any answers.

His symptoms
are very perplexing.

How's he doing?

Well,
he fluctuates between attacks.

Lately, he's been feeling well.

It's so difficult
with children.

You want so much to help them,
to take their pain away.

Rachel had a respiratory
infection last month,

but she's feeling fine now.

We treated her at the hospital.

She has a birthday coming.

Four, next month.

And Robert, Jr.,
will be 7 in August.

Where has the time gone?

How's Robert?

He's well.

Very busy.

How is it working together
in the hospital?

Oh, we're quite a pair,
dashing about the halls.

Miriam, is something wrong?

The stars are so bright
out here.

You know, I often look up
at them, remember our dreams.

To be the finest physician
in Boston.

To be chief of surgery,
Philadelphia Hospital.

Things change.

Michaela!

- Why, that's Wolf.
- Why, I know it's a wolf.

Sully, help!

Get a gun!

Don't worry.
He's on our side.

Michaela Quinn of Beacon Hill

out in the barren wilderness
scratching the ears of a wolf.

As you said, things change.

"In the best interest
of the Colorado Territory."

"If you dress like you lie,

you must look like something."

Can you imagine a fellow
like this pretending to --

Morning, Loren.

Dorothy!

I need some oil for my press.
The lever's stuck.

I am not surprised
to hear that,

being as how you bought it
secondhand and all.

You're out of sugar.

What's that?

Sugar, you're out.

You need to re-order.

I -- I been busy.

Where's my order book?

Oh...

I can never...

Right here,
where it's always been.

Good morning, Ms. Dorothy.
Mr. Bray.

Morning, Colleen, Becky.

How's your ma
getting on with her friend?

Oh, they're having
a wonderful time.

They're up practically
all night, talking.

Well, I hope they both have
time to do an interview

- for the Gazette.
- Oh, I'm sure they will.

What can I do for you girls?

We're gonna make a special pie
for Dr. Tilson.

So we're gonna need flour
and sugar.

- Sugar.
- Thanks for the oil.

Well, good luck
with that press of yours there.

Piece of junk
is what it is if you ask me.

Ah, sugar, huh?

Here, I got some of these
gumdrops here.

They're a little old,

but you can just scrape
the sugar right off of them.

I'll give 'em to you
for half price.

I hitched the wagon
for Ma and Dr. Tilson.

Thanks.

They said for us to go on ahead.

They'll be coming to town later.

They seem like pretty good
friends, don't you think?

Yep.

You ever have a best friend
like that when you

were growing up?

Me and my friend Daniel,
we was pretty close.

The one you helped out
at the mine.

We both came out west together
when we was young.

- He even saved my life once.
- He a lot like you?

In some ways.

We both like it better out
in the woods than the city,

but we did our share
of fightin' too.

About what?

He was always hoping
to strike it rich.

I sometimes felt like he was
competing with me for jobs

and things,

like he was always tryin'
to do me one better.

Kinda like Ma and Dr. Tilson.

How'd you grow up so fast?

Race you to the schoolhouse.

You're on.

And after examining him
with the sphygmograph,

I realized that his blood
pressure had increased.

- A sphygmograph?
- Yes, have you heard of it?

Yes, of course.
I -- I've been trying to obtain

one for months.
It's been very difficult.

Oh, well,
we have several at the hospital.

I could send you one
if you'd like.

They're very useful.

Dr. Miriam Tilson,

this is Cloud Dancing,
a very dear friend.

I'm pleased to meet you.

Thank you very much.

I brought the herbs.

Scarlet mallow
and aspen bark.

I will try to bring goldenseal
on my next visit.

Thank you, Cloud Dancing.

- No need.
- Please.

You're doing me a great service.

It's very difficult
to find these herbs,

let alone purchase them.

Goodbye.

Wolves, Indians.

I must say, Michaela,

I'm impressed
with how well you've adapted.

Oh, that man has taught
me a great deal, and these herbs

have medicinal properties
I've found very useful.

Aspen bark, from a tree?

Oh, I find it helps with --

with coughs and fevers.

I've not only
administered it many times,

I've even taken it myself.

Fascinating.

I doubt
I would be so courageous.

Oh, you?

The girl who volunteered
to drink that concoction

Professor Averton was promoting?

I thought
it would help my grade,

and I vomited all night.

Well, you had the courage

to drink it when no one
else could.

Yes, I did.

Ah!

So this is your clinic.

It's not much, I know,
but I try to keep it clean.

Oh, it's inspiring, Michaela.

It has such a rustic charm
about it.

And where do you perform
surgeries?

Right here.

Here?
Really?

Well, it's -- it's a little
difficult with the dust

from the street
and the poor lighting,

but I don't have much
of a choice, for now, anyway.

You've done well, Michaela.

Ma?

Oh.
Becky, what's wrong?

My stomach hurts.

She threw up in school today.

Is -- Is it sharp,
like knives, or a dull aching?

- Knives.
- Have you had this pain before?

No.

- Does it hurt here?
- Unh-unh.

- How about now?
- Ow.

Intestinal blockage, perhaps?

There's doesn't appear
to be any fever.

It could be gastroenteritis.

Perhaps, but if it's
a blockage, we'll need --

Have you had anything
to eat recently?

Well, a couple hours ago,
I had some of my ma's chicken.

Huh, that could do it.

Do you have
any Dr. Gordon's Cordial?

- I'll get it.
- Here, try to sit up.

There we go.

All right, now,
lie back, if you can.

And you should start
feeling better right away.

Do you feel it?

I'm sure it's gastroenteritis

brought on
by common food poisoning.

It's often misdiagnosed.

We see a lot
of this at the hospital.

But if it's not
food poisoning,

there's always a risk
of a rupture or peritonitis.

It's starting to go away.

The pain?

So quickly?

You just lie there until you
start feeling normal again.

Am I gonna be all right?

The worst is over.

Thank you, Miriam.

What was it this time?

She thought she saw a bear
out the window.

A bear!

It was the laundry tub.

Put up a quite a fight,
but I think I scared it off.

Mm.

She reminds me of you
when you first came to town.

Oh, I wasn't that
out of place, was I?

Oh, no.

Oh, back in school,
we were inseparable,

relying on
each other's talents.

Miriam excelled
at surgical techniques.

Her suturing skills
were amazing.

She once stitched up a large
gash on my knee after a fall.

I never seen a scar
on your knee.

Exactly.

My forte was diagnosis,
observing symptoms

and determining illness.

Today, with Becky, I could've
sworn I felt a blockage.

The pain subsided so quickly.

But Miriam's seen hundreds
of these cases in her hospital,

and out here, I see so few.

That don't make
you less of a doctor.

I'm sure
her diagnosis was accurate.

That sounds like another bear
to me.

Mmm.

Have you seen Becky today?

No, I haven't,
but Colleen saw her at school

and said she was feeling fine.

Oh, good.

Good.

Michaela, I'm sorry
if I overstepped my bounds

- yesterday.
- Nonsense!

I was happy
to have you there to consult.

Side by side,
just like the old days.

Dorothy.

Oh, good afternoon, Michaela.

Dorothy, I'd like
you to meet my friend.

Dr. Miriam Tilson,
Dorothy Jennings.

It's very nice to meet you.

Oh, the pleasure's mine.

Would you like to join us?

Ah, well, uh, just a minute.

I'm busy trying
to get my press up and going.

Dorothy's the editor
of our town's newspaper,

- the Gazette.
- A woman editor?

Very impressive.

Oh, thank you.

Would you like to see a copy
of last week's edition?

Oh, thank you.

As a matter of fact,
I was hoping to do an interview

with you
before you go back home.

Oh, certainly.
I'd love to.

Uh, I'm --
I'm in the process of expanding.

You're up to eight pages,
isn't that what you said?

Well, give or take a page
or two.

Dorothy's always
after a good story.

Her journalistic skills
are quite impressive.

She got me
to tell her

the recipe
for my secret pecan pie.

Pie?

Wouldn't take
no for an answer.

Well, a good journalist
must be persistent.

And know how to bargain.

She traded for free advertising.

Very clever.

I -- I really must get going.

You know, a piece of pie
sounds wonderful right now.

Do you have any?

Oh, coming right up.

Absolutely charming.

Oh, you again.

Good boy.

Miriam?

Afternoon.

- Where's Michaela?
- She's taking a nap.

She gets tired easy
these days.

Won't be much longer now.

Yeah.

You ever ride?

What? Horses?

I'm afraid I've not had
that particular pleasure.

Come on.

What?

I can't believe
I'm riding a horse.

You're doing real good. Just
loosen up on the reins a bit.

- Where are we going?
- Nowhere.

- We're just riding.
- Ha! Wonderful.

So, how do you like
being married to a woman doctor?

No complaints.

But between the household
and the children

and her practice,
how does she manage it?

Same as you.

What is it?

Right over there.
Come here.

They're so close.

They come down here
every afternoon to feed.

You brought me out here
to see this, didn't you?

Dorothy?

Oh, hello, Loren.

I, uh, was just wondering
if you'd, uh,

be interested in joining me
at Grace's for a little supper.

Oh, no, thanks.

I'm not exactly presentable.

- Giving you trouble still, huh?
- No.

No, no.

I'm -- I'm getting it.

I mean, I just
have this one thing left to fix.

Oh, what's the use?

Ah!

It's too complicated.

Just nothing seems to work.

My old press
didn't give me trouble.

And this room,
it just takes up too much space.

I can hardly get around it.

Well, I'd be, uh,

happy to take it off your hands
if you'd like.

I'm sure I can find a buyer
for it.

I'll -- I'll let you know.

All right.

I studied hard, day and night.

We were poor, but my father
was forever the optimist.

He used to tell me,

"The only reason you can't do
something

is because you
don't think you can."

How did you get
into medical school

if you couldn't afford it?

Well, by studying hard
and earning a scholarship

from the Catholic church.

Most of the women at the college
were from wealthy families,

and they all looked down upon us
women of questionable stature.

All, that is,
except for Michaela.

Now you're a senior surgeon
at a big hospital.

Children's medicine, mind you.

Ma, did you know that Miriam
has a whole team of interns

that follow her around?

- What is it called?
- Grand rounds,

but I'm not exactly the center
of attention, Colleen.

I defer to the chief of surgery.

A considerable achievement,
nonetheless.

I'll bet if you wanted, uh,

a Sarsaparilla
while you were operating,

there'd be a nurse standing
right there to hand it to you.

It's been know to happen.

And they have five operating
theaters.

Five!

Well, a big city
needs a big hospital.

Wouldn't it be wonderful
to go there and to see

what it all looks like?

Perhaps someday.

What about this summer?

I mean,
if it's all right with Miriam.

I could go to San Francisco
to visit

and stay with Pa and Lillian.

It's, um,
it's a along way to go, Colleen.

Oh, well, you can come with me!

I don't think so.

With the baby coming, I --

I doubt I'll be going anywhere.

Well, then I'll go alone.

I'm old enough now,
and with the train,

it'll only take a couple
of days.

I just -- I don't think now
is a good time.

Please, Ma.

Colleen.

We'll make it another time,
Colleen.

Miriam and I used to lie out
on the grass,

look up at the stars, making
our dreams for the future.

Was I wrong, Sully?

Should we let Colleen
go to San Francisco?

I don't see no harm in it.

It's just that it's so far
away and such a big city.

Colleen has seen big cities
before.

Miriam's hospital --

From what she described,

it's quite overwhelming,

a far cry from what I have here
in Colorado Springs.

It might do Colleen some good
to see something like that.

I know.
I --

I want to expose her
to new medical advances.

Then what's the problem?

I just, um...

I'm afraid, I suppose.

Of what?

She might not wanna come back.

Here?

There. There.

- Bad?
- Very bad.

It appears
that you've strained it.

Moving Dorothy's printing press.

So much for a good deed.

Well, you need to take
a nice hot bath

and stay in bed for a few days.

You need to get some rest.

Yes, I do.

Thanks, Dr. Mike.

I could use some rest myself.

The baby's really kicking.

I'll bet it's a boy.

You're carrying exactly the way
I did when I had Robert, Jr.

- How do you do it?
- Do what?

Well, I mean, adopting three
children wasn't very difficult.

Matthew was almost of age,

and Colleen was very helpful
with Brian, but...

with this baby coming,
I -- I'm just...

How did you manage
when your children were born?

One word -- nannies.

I often lie awake at night

wondering if I'll have enough
time for my practice and my baby

and what kind of mother I'll be.

Still the same old Michaela,

always putting such
enormous pressure on yourself.

You're a fine mother, Michaela,

and this is one very lucky baby.

I've been thinking.

If you'd like Colleen
to come to San Francisco, I --

I think it would benefit her.

Yes, I'd love to have her.

I'll let you know
when my schedule eases up.

She thinks the world of you,
and so do I.

Oh!

Oh!

Are you all right,
Ms. Dorothy?

Oh, Colleen.

You don't happen to know anybody

who's lookin'
to buy a printin' press, do you?

You don't want it anymore?

I don't know
what I was thinking.

I should've just stayed put
with the old press

in the corner of Loren's store.

You can't give up now,
Ms. Dorothy,

not after you've come this far.

A little too far, I'm afraid.

I bit off more than I can chew.

I can't do it.

The only reason
you can't do it is 'cause

you don't think you can.

Colleen. I was just closing up
for the day.

Where's Miriam?

Brian's giving her a tour
of the hot springs.

They'll meet us back
at the house later.

I, uh, I spoke with Miriam

about you coming
to San Francisco for a visit.

I told her it was fine with me.

Really?

She'll let us know
when it's a good time.

Thanks, Ma.

I'm sorry
I said no so quickly.

I suppose I was just envious.

Envious?

A big city hospital
is quite prestigious.

I wouldn't blame you
if you had dreams

of working in one some day.

I had the same dreams
when I was your age.

Now I have the clinic,
and with it, new dreams.

Like what?

Like someday seeing
both of our names on that sign.

- Dr. Mike!
- Becky?

Becky?

- Is it your stomach again?
- I'll get Miriam.

W--

Let's get you into the clinic.

Does it still hurt?

Not so bad now.

It's starting to go away.

Good.

Just rest.

She's had another pain attack.

Gastroenteritis again?

No, the pain went away on its
own, without any medicine.

The symptoms are clear.

The attacks come intermittently
and then quickly subside,

and I'm definitely feeling
blockage.

Everything points
to an intestinal obstruction

of some sort.

The pain's gone,

but it'll probably recur
in a day or so.

I think we should operate,
determine the cause --

No. How's her pulse?

It's steady.

Miriam, we must act now.

No, no, I -- I -- I --
I'm sure it's nothing serious.

Well, perhaps, but if it --

We can't make
any rash decisions.

Miriam, something
is obstructing her intestine.

You're always so quick
to assume the worst.

- I just want to make sure.
- So do I.

I want to make sure that we
don't cut that child open

without sufficient cause.

This is not food poisoning.

And this is not the time
to impress me

with your surgical skills.

What?

Ma, should I get the clinic
ready --

Not now, Colleen!

Miriam?

Miriam.

How dare you shout
at my daughter that way.

How dare you question
my abilities?

I have never questioned
your abilities.

Always the right diagnosis.

Not once did you listen

- to another point of view.
- Why, that's not true.

Everyone must know
how much better you are.

This is not about me.

It's always about you,

and lest we forget, you're there
quickly to remind us.

- What are you talking about?
- The perfect house,

the perfect husband,
the perfect career,

all handed to you
on that silver platter of yours.

I worked hard for what I have.

No, Michaela.

I worked hard.

I had to sew and iron
and cook and study.

I didn't have a rich father
giving me everything I needed.

Is this how you
felt all these years?

I'm sorry, Michaela,

but I'm tired
of competing with you.

How's Becky?

Resting.

Her family's upstairs
with her now.

When are you gonna operate?

I'm almost ready here.

I only wish Miriam
were here to assist me.

She's packing her things
and taking the next train out.

You fought.

All friends do.

But good friends
make things right again.

I always thought
she was disappointed with me

when I left Boston
to move out here,

as if I had somehow failed.

She was disappointed or you?

It was the best decision
I ever made.

I'm glad to hear you say that.

I can't do this without you,
Miriam.

Yes, you can.

I'm asking for your help.

I can't, Michaela.

You've performed
this kind of surgery

many more times than I --

No, I haven't.

I haven't performed surgery
since medical school.

What?

When we got married,
Robert gave me a choice --

my career or him.

I don't practice medicine
anymore.

But you once did.

I want you to be there with me,
Miriam,

side by side.

It may be better if you...

pull the retractor tighter.

Is that better?

Yes.

Huh.

There.

Volvulous.

What's that?

The intestine's twisted,
causing blockage.

We'll remove
the affected portion.

She's gonna be all right.

Excellent diagnosis,
Dr. Quinn.

- It's filling.
- I'll aspirate.

A bleeder.

Got it.

Ah. There, it's almost done.

Will you close?

You could've told me.

No, I couldn't.

Clean air, wide open spaces.

I could get used to this.

Robert was embarrassed
by my career ambitions.

He convinced me
that it couldn't be done,

that no one would take a woman
seriously as a doctor.

He's the one who was appointed
senior surgeon.

It's his accomplishments
I wrote up in my letters,

not mine.

I came out here

expecting to find you wallowing
in some filthy backwoods town.

I thought the stories
that you wrote in your letters

were lies, much like mine.

I was relying on you
to ease my guilt,

to make me feel better about
the choices that I had made.

You could still
go back to medicine

if that's what you want.

You could open a practice.

No, that part
of my life is over.

The die has been cast.

Only if you say it has.

There are still plenty
of choices left to make, Miriam.

Dreams don't have to end.

Ma!

She's awake!

How are you feeling?

Tired.

You just sleep.

Let your body heal.

Won't be long now,
and you'll be back on your feet,

good as new.

Am I gonna have a scar?

Don't worry,
it won't even show.

Loren.

Oh, I guess you've come
about the press, huh?

- Yup.
- Well, I'll see if I can get,

uh, Robert E. and the Reverend
to bring it on over here.

I'm sure I can't find someone
to buy it.

It needs paper.

- What?
- Paper.

I figured out how to work it,

but I used up most of my stock
in the process.

I need to buy some more.

Paper.

If you've got it.

I got plenty of paper.

I was so nervous
about coming here,

and now I hate to leave.

I want you to wire me the moment
that baby is born.

Dr. Tilson!

I'm sorry I never got around
to doing an interview,

but I hope this will suffice.

"Visiting physician assists
in daring operation,

saving local girl."

- I look forward to reading it.
- Thank you.

Have a nice trip.

You!

Miriam Tilson
scratching the ears of a wolf.

How things change.

Bags are loaded.

Thank you, Sully.

You're going
to be a wonderful father.

I know it.

And you,
soon-to-be the big brother,

you take care
of the little one...

and your ma.

I will.

Colleen, I'd still love for
you to come to San Francisco.

I'd like that.

So, are we going to have
to wait another 10 years?

I hope not.

Perhaps we can work together
again.

Side by side.

Thank you.

Ma, do you think Miriam

will ever go back
to practicing medicine?

I don't know, Colleen.

But whatever she does, I know
she'll make the right choice.

And so will you.