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Morning, Loren.

Oh, Dr. Mike.

Morning to you.

And to you, little sweetie.

I've got a new brand
of infant food just come in.

Yum-yum!

Oh, we're gonna have to
hold off on that

for a few months, Loren,
until Katie's ready.

Emma?

I'd like to hire you
to do some more work for me.

These pregnancy dresses,

I need them to be taken in.
A lot.

- Sure.
- Wow.

That should keep you busy
for a while.

Michaela? Oh.

The new couple from Denver,
the lawyer and his wife,

they just pulled up
in front of the clinic.

Their baby's sick.

I checked inside.
Andrew wasn't there.

Oh, he rode out to check in
on Mrs. Borman.

Oh.

I thought you were getting
the doctor.

I am Dr. Quinn.

He has diarrhea.
It's getting worse.

- What's his name?
- Michael.

Well, he doesn't appear
to have a fever.

Let's take him inside, Mrs...

- Norris.
- Oh.

- I'll look after Katie.
- Thank you, Dorothy.

Hi!

You said there was
a real doctor in town.

Please bring him inside.

This is just why I didn't want
to move here from Denver.

There's no hospital. There's not
even a doctor that we know.

How long has Michael
had the diarrhea?

- A few days.
- Have you been nursing him?

No, we've been weaning him
for about a month.

We've been feeding him milk
from our cow.

What's wrong with him?

It's most likely
gastroenteritis.

It often happens to babies,
especially during weaning.

I don't think it's anything
you should be too worried about.

I'd like you to withhold
the cow's milk

for the next day or so.

And we'll give him some water
and some wheat tea.

There's some Cheyenne herbs.

- They're particularly effective.
- Cheyenne?

You don't mean Indian?

I used them on my own baby.
Actually, the herbs,

they're gentler on the stomach
than most medicines.

You're the doctor.

Michael's sleeping comfortably.

I think he's over the worst
of it.

I'd like to keep him here
overnight and observe him,

just to make sure.

You can stay with him
if you'd like.

Katie?

- He's worse!
- He has a fever.

I thought you said
he was going to be fine?

He won't stop crying.

What's wrong with him?!

- Have you been feeding him?
- He was hungry.

And she had to.

He wouldn't drink
any more of that Indian tea.

I didn't know what else to do.

We have to get his fever down.

Shh, shh.

Shh, shh.

He's not crying so much
anymore.

Is he getting better?

I'm...

I'm so sorry.

No.

Oh!

No!

No!

No!

No! No!

You should go lay down,

get some sleep.

In a minute.

Perhaps it was
cholera infantum.

Cholera?

No, it's not actually related
to Asiatic cholera.

It's a very inflammatory
diarrhea,

occurring mainly in infants.

It strikes suddenly,
oftentimes fatal.

It isn't the first
time I've lost a patient.

It isn't even the first time
I've lost a baby.

It's the first time
since we got our own.

Michaela...

You did everything you could.

I just can't imagine what
those parents must be feeling.

It appeared to be a simple
gastrointestinal catarrh,

but then the baby
developed a sudden fever.

The pulse was quick and weak
and respiration shallow.

Cholera infantum?

I believe so.

But the frightening thing
is that

he appeared to be recovering.

But after I administered
the tea,

he was able to sleep
comfortably.

Tea?

It's, um, a Cheyenne drink.

It's made from the root
of a wild Geranium plant.

Another Indian remedy?

It's a very effective
astringent.

Wild Geranium?

Interesting.

Cholera infantum...

That's usually brought on
by eating improper food.

Or poor living conditions.

The parents seem to be
well off.

No, it's more likely the food.

They were in the midst
of weaning the child --

in fact, the mother had just fed
milk to the child

before the final attack.

Maybe the milk was bad.

I should go check.

I'll drop Katie off
at Becky's house,

and then I'll ride out
to the Norris' homestead.

I-I could go, if you like?

No, I should go.

I haven't spoken to them
since...

Since this all happened.

Mrs. Norris?

I...

I-I just can't tell you
how sorry I am.

I feel...

We need to find out
what happened to Michael.

We know what happened.

I need to discover the cause.

The milk
that you'd been feeding him --

had it been drawn
from only one cow?

- I think you'd better go home.
- I will. It's just...

I just need to have
a small sample of milk

to see if there were
any impurities.

And if I could see the room
that Michael slept in?

Are you implying we didn't
take care of our son?

No, of course not.

It's just, we need to find out
what caused Michael's illness.

Did you feed him anything
besides the milk?

No.

Excuse me.

The only thing we fed him
was your damn Indian plants.

Well, they couldn't have
hurt him.

In fact, that's all he ate
before he got worse.

Well, actually,
Mr. Norris,

your wife also fed him some
milk, which is why I need --

What you need is to leave!

Mr. Norris,
all I want to do is --

You've done enough!

My son's dead
because of your incompetence!

Well, I finished two of them.

I've still got
three more dresses to take in.

All for Ma?

She was pregnant a long time,
remember?

You enjoying working
at the store, Emma?

It's all right.

Just wish business
would pick up.

What are you talking about?

You got five dresses to work on.

From one customer.

It's Dr. Mike.

I'm glad I'm not working
for Hank anymore, but...

I'd better get going.

Give it time.
Folks will come around.

Aho.

Aho.
You got a day pass, huh?

I follow the rules
of the new agent.

I have earned his trust.

Making you live
in those wood houses?

I am no longer allowed
to speak my language

or use my medicine.

They won't stop until
they make you change

your whole way of life.

But they cannot change
who I am.

I will be the same man
I have always been.

So will you.

The cut should heal
in a few days.

Oh, thank you, Dr. Mike.

Next time,

try sneezing after you've
finished washing the knives.

I'll do that.

Oh, hello, darling!

I think she's getting hungry
again, Dr. Mike.

You have
the most voracious appetite.

Dr. Quinn?

Mr. Norris?

What's this?

It's a restraining order,

issued by circuit court judge
Frederick Webster in Denver.

- Restraining order?
- It's a legal document

prohibiting you
from practicing medicine

until he hears this case.

What case?

I'm suing you for malpractice
in the treatment of my son,

and I'm seeking restitution
for his death.

Malpractice?

This woman killed my son
with her Indian medicine.

She tried to save him!

Of course, she did!

Mr. Norris, I understand
how upset you are --

Understand this --

that is a legal document.

If you practice medicine,
you'll be thrown in jail.

- But my patients --
- This town needs her.

We needed her, too.

She told me my son
was going to be fine.

We listened to her,
did what she told us,

and within hours, he was dead.

Mr. Norris, please believe me.

I did everything I could.

You did everything wrong,

and I'm going to make sure
you never do it again.

Can he really stop you

from practicing medicine,
Dr. Mike?

Ah, the man's a lawyer.

They're always
fouling everything up.

Michaela did her best.
It wasn't her fault.

I can't believe
he's doing this.

He was very upset.
He lost his child.

It still don't give him a right
to keep you from doctoring.

What are you going to do,
Michaela?

Well, it'll be all right.
Andrew will watch the clinic.

Yeah,
until he gets sued like you.

You ain't gonna stop
being a doctor, are you?

Well, I can't break the law.

It's just for a few days
until this hearing's over,

and the judge will come out
and see this for what it is --

a man upset over losing his son.

Mr. Norris,
I'm sorry about your son.

Please. I know you're only here
on your wife's behalf,

so you might as well
save your breath.

I know how you feel.

No, don't you dare
condescend to me.

You can't possibly know what
it's like to lose a child.

I was angry at everything
for a very long time

after my daughter Hannah died.

She passed away in childbirth,
along with my wife.

It ain't the same.
I know that.

Everybody hurts
in different ways.

Being angry didn't change
anything.

It didn't bring them back.

This isn't about Michael.

Or me.

It's about protecting
the good people of this town

from a doctor's incompetence.

Feels strange to set the table
for just three people.

I know.

Colleen's only been gone a week,
and I miss her already.

But perhaps it's best
she's not here.

This malpractice case would've
been very upsetting to her.

What does it mean when somebody
sues you for malpractice?

Well, Mr. and Mrs. Norris feel

that I didn't do my job
properly,

that the Cheyenne tea
I gave their son

wasn't the correct treatment.

But you'd never do anything
to hurt somebody.

Judge is going to come out
and decide for himself, Brian.

But until then
you can't be a doctor?

But it's not fair.

It's a precautionary measure,
Brian.

When a doctor's perceived
to have made an error,

the safest course is to prevent
them from practicing medicine

until that case is settled.

Doctors ain't like the rest
of us, Brian.

They're not allowed
to make mistakes.

Sometimes it's necessary
to weed out the bad.

There was a doctor in Boston.

He was an excellent surgeon,

but he was frequently
intoxicated.

And he was found guilty
of malpractice,

and they were right to do it,

because he shouldn't have
been practicing.

But that ain't the same.

It is to Mr. Norris.

Ever since medicine's become
more scientific,

people expect
scientific results.

What if the judge
finds you guilty?

He won't.

Well, if he does,
he'll take away my license,

and I won't be allowed
to practice medicine anymore.

It looks wonderful, Emma.

I should have the rest done
by Friday, if that's all right?

Oh, Friday will be fine.

I know things have
been difficult for you.

Yeah.

I've been wanting
to be a dressmaker all my life.

It hurts when people
won't let you do what you love.

I know exactly how you feel,
Emma.

Okay, but I'm sure everything
will work out for the best,

for both of us.

I still can't believe
they're doing this to you.

Don't worry.
We're all behind you, Dr. Mike.

That's right.

We'll tell that judge what kind
of good doctor you are.

Here they come.

- Dr. Quinn?
- Yes.

Judge Frederick Webster.

I also understand
you know Dr. Cassidy.

Yes, I do.

Good to see you again,
Dr. Quinn.

He'll be offering
medical testimony.

Dr. Quinn, understand that
only the medical review board

can revoke your license.

The purpose of this hearing
is to evaluate whether you

are allowed to keep practicing
prior to their determination

of your competence.

- I understand, your honor.
- And who are all these people?

Why, we're her patients.

We want to speak on her behalf.

Well, fine.

Then, shall we?

You go on inside.
We'll be along shortly.

What are you going to do?

They got their expert witness,
we'll get ours.

This is far as I can go.

You go ride on
into the reservation

and get Cloud Dancing.

- I'll wait here.
- Fine.

Dr. Cassidy, would you ever
use Indian potions

to treat diarrhea?

Absolutely not.

There are many scientifically
proven modern medications

available.

Would you ever use Indian
potions to treat any malady?

No.

Well, how would you have
treated this patient?

Well, without having
examined the child,

it's difficult
to say definitely,

but, uh, there are any number
of scientific remedies

for gastrointestinal catarrh.

There's arsenicum, carum...

Is it not possible
that here in this rural setting,

a doctor might not be familiar
with this information?

It's every doctor's
responsibility to stay current

through medical journals
and, uh, periodicals.

Uh, were you aware of these
medications, Dr. Quinn?

Yes, but in this instance --

And do you have them available
in your clinic?

Yes, but I used a treatment

with which I've had successful
personal experience many times.

Then why was it
not successful this time?

It was successful.

The baby's condition
was improving.

It wasn't until the child

was fed milk, which I now
believe to be impure --

You now believe?!

Now that our son is dead!

Mr. Norris --

This is how you cover
your mistakes,

by shifting the blame to us.

Mr. Norris!

She fed our son poison,
judge --

a lethal Indian drink
that killed him.

It ain't poison.

- Who is this?
- He's a respected healer.

He knows the treatment she used.

He ought to be allowed to speak.

This is nonsense.

No, it ain't!

Cloud Dancing has helped a lot
of people with his medicine.

Judge,
I must strongly object to this.

Overruled.

I'll allow him to speak.

And just how do you know
this tea is safe?

Wild Geranium has been used
by our people for many years.

It has never harmed anyone.

Well, obviously something
went wrong this time.

The great spirit sometimes
will take the child back.

Then, there is nothing
we can do.

Well, we do not have
such a cavalier attitude

toward medicine as you do.

We keep on trying.

We do not accept defeat.

Then your patients always live?

I'm not on trial here,

and I will not be lectured to
regarding professional conduct

by a...

an Indian.

The very fact that Dr. Quinn
took medical lessons

from him in itself
proves her incompetence.

Your honor, may I ask
Dr. Cassidy a question?

If, in fact, the milk that was
fed to the baby was impure,

could that lead
to cholera infantum?

If you believe
the milk was impure,

why didn't you test it

when the baby was
first brought to you?

I wasn't aware of the severity.

I'll tell you why --

negligence.

There was nothing wrong
with that milk.

If Dr. Quinn would've just
followed the methods

Dr. Cassidy spoke of,
Michael would still be alive.

Your honor, it's understandable

that Mr. Norris would want
to strike out at me.

His loss was tragic
and incomprehensible.

But we can't be sure
that even if I had used

Dr. Cassidy's methods
that Michael would've lived.

Perhaps we should get
another doctor's opinion.

Dr. Cook?

You've only worked with
Dr. Quinn for a short time.

Yes, that's correct.

But in that time,
I've found Dr. Quinn to be

exceedingly professional
and diligent.

I have the upmost respect
for her.

Have you ever found yourself
questioning her judgement?

Yes. Once.

But I was proven wrong.

I've learned a great deal
from her.

What about in this instance?

Would you have given my child
an Indian tea?

Well...

Well, I'm not yet familiar
with the various herbs...

Given the choice between

the scientifically proven
medicines

Dr. Quinn has available
in her clinic,

and an ancient Indian potion,
which would you prescribe?

Uh, again, that would be
very difficult to answer --

Just answer the question, son.

I would prescribe the medicine
Dr. Cassidy spoke of.

All right,
let's have it quiet in here.

Dr. Quinn, you're obviously
a well-meaning woman.

Yet, the evidence demands
that I suspend your license,

pending the determination
of the medical review board.

Until that time,

you are forbidden to practice
medicine under penalty of law.

Furthermore, I find that
the ordinary care, expertise,

and diligence required
of doctors in such cases

were not exercised
in a proper manner,

thus causing irreparable loss.

I, therefore,
find for the plaintiffs,

and order you,
Dr. Michaela Quinn,

to pay damages to
Mr. and Mrs. Elliot Norris

in the sum of $2,000.

But -- but I don't have $2,000.

Then you must get it.

Come in the store with me.

What is that?

It's a petition, Loren,
telling the medical review board

that we know
from personal experience

that Michaela's
an excellent doctor.

I still can't believe
that judge.

Didn't even give us a chance
to speak.

Well, now you can let
your voice be heard

by signing the petition.

Loren?

Well, I suppose I will,
not that it's gonna do any good.

I'll sign it, too.

I'd like to sign it, as well.

Of course.

Of course, Andrew.

Katie's asleep.

What you doing?

I'm just figuring out how much

I can sell
my medical equipment for.

It's...

it's not nearly enough
to pay the restitution, but...

- Ain't you gonna fight this?
- Well, what can I do?

The judge says I have to pay.

And I don't want to ask
my mother for any more money.

We may have to take Colleen
out of college.

Well, take it to
a higher court.

They're going to have
to listen to you,

especially if you win
at the medical review board.

If I win.

What do you mean?

You said yourself the milk
was probably impure.

Unfortunately,
we'll never know for sure.

Sully...

I have to prepare myself
for all possibilities,

including not being able
to practice medicine anymore.

All right.

What if that happens?
What are you going to do?

I don't know.

Being a doctor...

It isn't just what I do.
It's who I am.

You'll still be the same person
you've always been,

somebody who cares about people
and wants to help them.

They can't take that away
from you.

Morning, Loren.

Oh, morning.

What were you doing
in The Gazette?

Oh, I was just
talking to Dorothy

about placing an advertisement
in next week's paper.

Thought maybe it might help get
things started for me.

Yeah. Let's hope so.

Loren?

I've been thinking
about the agreement we made,

the 50% split.

Well, with the work I've been
doing for Dr. Mike --

Look, I ain't giving you
any more,

- if that's where you're heading.
- No.

No, I was thinking about giving
you 60%, like you wanted,

seeing as how your business

has been slowing down
on account of me.

You sure?

I want to do what's fair.

All right.

Wait a minute.

It ain't your fault people
don't want to buy from you.

I've seen your work.
It's good.

We'll leave the agreement
just the way it was.

50/50.

- Loren, you don't have to --
- A deal's a deal.

Sully?

Milk from the Norris cow.

Now you can be sure.

That's wonderful.

It appears normal.

What are you looking for?

Pure cow's milk is
perfectly white,

with no deposits
or discernable odor.

If the milk is bad...

Dr. Quinn?

I, uh...

I thought you weren't
going to be working.

Sully was able to obtain
a sample of milk

from Mr. Norris' cow.

That's good.

I can't believe
he gave you permission.

He didn't.

How does it look?

The globules
are fairly uniform...

and moving freely.

What does that mean?

The milk is pure.

I'm sorry.

Perhaps I did overlook
something.

Perhaps the tea
wasn't the proper --

No.

You didn't do anything wrong.

Tell her that.

Dr. Mike!

Buddy's gun misfired
while he was cleaning it.

He managed to ride into town
before he passed out.

There's no exit wound.

Bullet's still inside.

He appears to be
bleeding internally.

What should I do?

I've never operated
to remove a bullet before.

But you have.

We need to prepare him
for surgery.

Excuse me, Miss Jennings?

I want to place an ad
in The Gazette.

I am selling my house.

Oh.

Well, perhaps
that's for the best.

I'm sure it has
unhappy memories for you.

What was he doing
at the clinic?

What are you doing?

This man has been shot.
I need to remove the bullet.

You're not doing anything.

He's bleeding internally.

It can't wait any longer.

If you touch that man,
I'll have you thrown in jail.

He'll die if I don't operate.

He'll die if you do!

You're a doctor.
You remove the bullet.

I've never actually performed
this kind of procedure.

But you are familiar with it.

Yes, I am,
but I really think --

Then you'd better go to work.

- You can do it, Andrew.
- I'll need assistance.

Not from her.

I'll assist you.

First, you'll need to locate
the bleeders and tie them off,

and then look for the bullet.

Dr. Quinn...

Mr. Norris?

If anything goes wrong here,

this time we'll know
whose fault it is.

And I'll be sure to offer
testimony.

I really think a loan
may be your best way

to deal with this unfortunate
and, may I say,

totally unfounded judgement.

And that's why I'm prepared to
offer you a preferential rate.

This ain't
a good idea.

I don't know
that we really have a choice.

Precisely.

So, why not borrow it discreetly
from someone

who knows you and trusts you?

What do we need to do?

Well, you'll need to arrange
some collateral.

Now, what could you offer?

Well, there's my clinic
and medical equipment.

I'm afraid
that wouldn't suffice.

I thought you said
you trusted us?

Of course, I do, Sully.

It's just that my investors
have strict requirements.

Well,
I can't think of anything.

- Except the homestead.
- The homestead?

No.

I'm not talking about
giving up anything, Sully.

It's just pro forma.

Meeting's over.

Well, if you change your mind,
you know where to find me.

How did it go?

I removed the bullet.

It missed his major organs,

but lacerated a branch
of his hepatic artery.

I applied a ligature
and stopped the bleeding.

Good.
How's the patient?

He's -- he's fine.

- Were there complications?
- No.

No, his color's returning,
pulse steady...

It's just, during the operation,
I could barely move my hands.

I was constantly
second-guessing myself.

I was terrified
of making a mistake.

But you didn't.

Not this time.

I'd better go check on him.

All set?

He's been in the saloon
all afternoon.

Told me to keep an eye on you.

Getting angrier with each drink.

Staying angry keeps him
from feeling the hurt.

Come on.

Please, Dr. Mike!

You've got to help her!

She's got diarrhea real bad!

She doesn't appear
to have a fever.

Think it's the same thing
the other baby had?

Perhaps.

Patricia,
my license has been suspended,

but Dr. Cook's in the clinic.

No, he just rode out of town
to take his patient back home.

Please, Dr. Mike,
you've got to help her.

Let's take her to the clinic.

Stop!

Sheriff, arrest her!

Mr. Norris, take it easy.

She's breaking the law!
I demand you arrest her!

I'm not going to arrest her.
That baby needs help.

I won't let her kill that child
the way she did mine!

Uhh!

I'm wiring the Marshal!

All three of you
are going to jail!

Her pain appears to be easing.

How long has she had
the diarrhea?

A few days, off and on.

But it's been getting worse.

- Have you been nursing her?
- No.

She just started taking milk
from a bottle.

Patricia, I must warn you
that Emily's condition

is very similar
to the baby who died.

I'd like to keep her here
at the clinic to observe her.

What's wrong with her?

Well, we can't be certain yet.

But it's vital you don't give
her any milk

for the next day or so,
just water.

And I'd like to take a sample
of the milk to examine it.

Oh.
I have her bottle right here.

She was feeding from it
when she got the attack.

- But the milk's fresh.
- The bottle...

What about it?

Where did you get it?

Mr. Bray just started
carrying 'em in his store.

Please bring me the microscope.

This bottle is exactly the same

as the one Mrs. Norris
was using.

Well, if the problem
wasn't the milk...

It must be the bottle.

I'm sorry to call you out here
on such short notice,

but the Marshal couldn't come,
and this woman is a real menace.

I just can't believe
she's practicing medicine

in violation of my order!

On babies, no less!

We won't wait for the medical
review board to meet formally.

The three of us form a quorum

and we can revoke her license
on the spot!

- Where is she? At the clinic?
- No, in there.

Dr. Quinn?

Judge Webster.

Thank goodness you're here.

Anything yet?

Doc Cassidy's still looking
in the microscope.

The design of the bottle

makes it impossible
to keep the tube clean.

And when the babies drank,

they ingested
the bad milk residue

along with the fresh milk,
and that caused the infection.

She's right.

So it was our fault.

You can't blame yourself.
It was the bottle.

You couldn't possibly have known
it was dangerous.

I'll make certain that
the manufacturer is notified.

And I'm sure that we agree

that Dr. Quinn's medical license
should be reinstated,

and the malpractice judgement
dismissed, judge.

Any argument, Mr. Norris?

In that case,
all charges are dropped.

Whoo!

Congratulations, Dr. Quinn.

We never lost faith in you.

Thank you.

Good job.

I feel as if an enormous weight
has been lifted from me.

For a moment there, Michaela,

I was beginning to wonder
whether it was all worth it.

I was beginning
to question my own decision

for becoming a doctor.

Seeing you fight to do
what you love has inspired me.

That's why I'll be
going back to Boston.

I'm going to tell my uncle

I will not be joining
his practice.

I found a new home.

Thank you, Emma.

You did a wonderful job
with these.

My pleasure.

The town's very fortunate

to have a seamstress
with her talents working here.

Look at that.

It's a start.

Word's gonna spread.

What if it don't?

Been doing some thinking.

I figure I've waited long enough
for folks in this town

to come around.

It ain't been good for me.

Or Loren.

So I'm gonna give it
another two weeks.

And if things
don't change for me,

I'll go someplace
I can start fresh,

where people don't know me.

Dr. Quinn?

We only have a moment.

Our train will be leaving soon.

But...

I feel I owe you an apology.

No, you don't.

You suffered a terrible loss.

I only wanted to prevent it
from happening again

to someone else.

I understand.

That's why I'm going to find
the manufacturer of that bottle

and make him pay
for his mistake.

She's finally asleep.

Good.

It's gettin' late.
We should turn in, too.

I just want to finish
reviewing this last chart.

Being a doctor
ain't so simple anymore, is it?

Not just about medicine.

It doesn't mean we stop trying.

We just do our best.

That's all anyone can ask for.

You gotta get
some sleep.

You gotta go to work tomorrow.