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Ma, Sully!

It's Robert E. And Miss Grace.

Good morning, folks.

Robert E.

Oh, you wouldn't believe
what it's like in town.

People coming from everywhere
to see that Gilda St. Clair.

I had no idea
she would draw such a crowd.

Well, she's a very popular
entertainer.

Well, it's gonna be good
for my business,

but it's too bad she's on the
same train with Colleen.

It is going to be packed
at that station.

Is this
Colleen's birthday cake?

Yes, chocolate
with raspberry filling.

- Ooh.
- I'll take it inside.

The initials look good.

Yes, thank you, Robert E.

Oh, you all did a fine job
of putting it together.

Glad I could have my part.

Let's go put it in the barn
so she don't see it.

It doesn't hardly
seem possible, does it?

One day they're this size,
and the next day they're...

Turning 17.

Are you nervous
about your grown-up girl

coming home from school
for the first time?

It's been a month.

Nervous, no.

No, I'm happy...

excited...curious...

Perhaps a little nervous.

Oh!

Colorado Springs welcomes you
to our beautiful town.

Colorado Springs welcomes you
to our Rocky Mountain --

I, uh, saw Miss St. Clair
sing once, 10 years ago.

I said hello to her as she passed by.

I wonder if she'll remember.

Sure.

Be sure
to mention the concert.

There are still plenty
of tickets available.

Yes, it's a big day
for Colorado Springs,

and they owe it all to me.

Her own car?

Look at that.
She's got her own car.

Colorado Springs
welcomes you to our...

rapidly growing town.

Miss St. Clair,

Colorado Springs
welcomes you to our...

...town.

This is the most wonderful
reception

anyone has ever given me.

And I will treasure this key

and majestic Colorado Springs
forever.

Majestic.

Perhaps she missed the train.

Over there.

Ma! Sully!

Colleen?

Oh, Katie,
you've gotten so big!

She's changed so much already.

She's not the only one
who's changed.

Where did you get
that beautiful dress?

Oh, isn't it wonderful?
Gilda gave it to me.

Gilda?

Oh, she taught me how to do
my hair like this, too.

I want you to meet her.

As mayor,

I was wondering if I could
take you to dinner tonight.

I would be honored.

You would?

Shall we say 7:00?

7:00? Sure, 7:00.

Miss St. Clair?

Colleen -- Gilda, please.

Gilda, this is my ma, Dr. Mike,
I was telling you about.

- I'm so happy to meet you.
- Privilege.

And this is my pa, Sully.

- How do you do?
- Ma'am.

And this
is my baby sister, Katie.

Oh, she is even more beautiful
than you said!

Oh, I told Gilda
you'd take a look at her throat.

She's been having
some trouble with it.

- Well, yes, certainly.
- Miss St. Clair...

Preston A. Lodge III.

I'm the man responsible

for bringing you
to Colorado Springs.

Oh, yes, you want to speak
with my manager, Max Henderson.

He'll sign the contract.

Colleen promised me a tour
of your fine clinic.

Well, I'm not sure it's large
enough to warrant a tour,

but I'd be happy
to show it to you.

Ah, there you are.

Look, make sure these
get over to the hotel, will you?

- Mm-hmm. Yes, sir.
- Thank you, sir.

Mr. Henderson...

Preston A. Lodge III.

Huh?

We've been corresponding
for three months.

Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes!
Of course! Of course!

Lodge, you say?

Preston A. Lodge III.

Right, right. Max.

Now, we have contracts to sign.

Right you are.
Right you are.

Where can a man
get a drink in this town?

Well, no reason not to mix
business with pleasure,

I suppose.

Lodge, you said.

Good name -- solid.

I understand
you practically run this town.

Katie's asleep.

Thank you, Colleen.

Well, your throat's inflamed
and a little bit irritated.

How long has it been like this?

The night in Denver
is the first I recall.

Colleen recommended
a hot salt-water gargle.

Colleen?

And that tree thing.
What was that again?

Willow bark tea, but I didn't
have any with me,

and it's hard to find in Denver.

Did you know that, Ma?

Yes, I know, but how did
the two of you meet?

I was going
to the Lyric Opera House

with some friends to see
Miss St. Clair's concert.

Just before curtain,
a searing pain began radiating

from my heart
up through my throat.

It was excruciating.

I could barely talk.
I knew I couldn't sing.

Max came out in front

and asked if there's a doctor
in the house.

Max?

He's my manager.

Colleen's friends
pressed her into service,

and the hot salt-water gargle
did the trick,

and the show went on.

I could hardly believe
it was happening.

It sounds exciting, Colleen.

When I found out Gilda
was coming to Colorado Springs,

I told her
she just had to see you.

And here I am.

It's nothing serious, is it?

Well, if there's no history
of inflammation or pain,

then it would appear to be
nothing more than a strain.

Rest and willow bark tea
is the best remedy.

Colleen told me
I would like you.

She was right.

Well, thank you.

I'll get you some of that tea.

Gilda, do you have
any plans for tonight?

I'm free as a bird.

Would you like to come
to our place

to help celebrate my birthday?

I'd be honored.

Shall we say 7:00?

Ma?

Well, 7:00 would be fine.

I specifically told you,
your take is 20%.

20%? We agreed to 30%!

We didn't agree to anything.

I wrote you that I was willing
to go as high as 20%.

You cabled me back saying

that we would work out
the details when you arrived.

I must have been distracted.

I don't usually let things like
percentages get away from me.

20% is what I offered.

20% is where I stand.

Oh.

Hell, I don't wanna fight
with you, Mr. Lodge,

but Gilda is gonna have my head

if she finds out
I settled for 20%.

Isn't there something
we can work out?

Such as?

Well, maybe you could pay
her transportation costs.

Transportation?

Or you could pay her expenses
while she's here.

You know, lunches --

Jake said he's taking her
to dinner.

He did?

Well, why don't I pay
the expenses --

I'll take expenses.

Leaving me with...

transportation.

Say...

where can I get me
one of those?

What?

And when Gilda
was in Chicago,

guess who offered his services
free of charge?

Allan Pinkerton.

Who's Allan Pinkerton?

He's the clever man who's
captured several bank robbers.

Oh, any sign of them yet?

No, not yet.

Oh, Ma, the best part --

she actually met
Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Well, this is
all very fascinating, Colleen,

but what about you?

How is school?

Oh, it's fine.

Are you keeping up with
your studies all right?

Yes.

Oh, she's here!

Does everything look okay?

Colleen, everything's fine.

We are late,
and it's entirely my fault.

Please tell me
I haven't spoiled dinner.

I'll throw myself off a cliff

if I've caused you
any inconvenience.

Not at all.

What a charming home you have.

It reminds me of Crown Prince
Rudolph's hunting lodge

in Mayerling.

It does?

Oh, well, if you'd all like
to be seated,

Colleen can help me
serve dinner.

Gilda?

Thank you.

Rudolph is the dearest man.

I met him
when I was in London, actually.

I will be closing up soon,
Jake.

Another five minutes,
she'll be here.

You said that
about a half an hour ago.

It looks like, uh, you
got stood up, huh, Jake?

Of course not.

She's just
a little late's all.

Fall is a little late.

Gilda St. Clair ain't coming.

It's not the first time,
either.

There we were,
snowed in at St. Moritz,

and me, with
a command performance to give

for King William II
of Wurttemberg,

and no possible way
to get to Stuttgart on time.

What did you do?

Well, what could I do?

I broke open the caviar
and champagne.

You've led
such an interesting life.

Do you think I could interview
you for The Gazette?

Oh, Miss St. Clair's
gonna be too busy.

No, no, no, no!

I'm never too busy
for the press.

I always say,
"Love the press" --

"And the press" --

Are you all right?

Perhaps you could make her
some more tea.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Where was I?

The press.

I'm never too busy
for the press.

Mr. Sully...

I'll give you a hand with that.

I understand you're the man
to see about getting me a bear.

Getting you a bear?

I'd like to have
one of those stuffed brutes

for my office in New York City.

All the better
if I shoot it myself.

No, what would you charge
to find me one?

That ain't my line of work.

Come, Mr. Sully,
every man has his price.

Why don't you just tell me what
yours is and save us some time?

I ain't got a price.

Excuse me.

Tell Ma about the time you met
Ralph Waldo Emerson.

He's her favorite writer.

Happy birthday, Colleen.

Oh, it's beautiful!

Sully and Matthew built it.

I sanded and oiled the wood.

Ma did the lining,

and Robert E.
carved your initials in it.

Look inside.

Oh!

$25?

It's from your grandmother.

She thought it could help
with your school expenses,

and there's a little something
left for a birthday gift.

And there's something
under the tray, too.

Oh!
Oh, it's beautiful!

Emma made it for you.

Oh! Oh!

Thank you, everyone.

This is the best birthday ever.

Oh, Colleen,
I feel just terrible.

I didn't bring you a present,

and I'm absolutely appalled
with myself.

That's all right.
There's no need.

Please accept this necklace
as my gift.

Prince of Wales gave it to me

the day I was presented
at court,

and I would love for you
to have it.

I couldn't take it.

- No, no, it's far too --
- I insist.

I want you to wear it every
birthday and remember me.

What do you think?

It's you!

Colleen.

I didn't hear you come out.

Um, I was just catching up
on my schoolwork.

Trigonometry.

How are you doing with it?

All right.

Some of the other girls
had it before me,

so it's a little easier
for them.

Why, I'd be happy to go through
it with you if you'd like.

Maybe later.

I didn't see Andrew
in town yesterday.

Where is he?

He went back to Boston.

What?

To tell his uncle that he
wouldn't be working with him.

He's decided to settle
in Colorado Springs.

Oh, he is?

As a matter of fact,
I'm going out today

to see a patient that he
operated on before he left.

Why don't you come out
with me,

and we can talk about school
and all your new friends?

Oh, I promised Becky
I'd see her this morning.

Oh. Oh, all right.

But if there's
anything you need...

No, no, it's your free time.
I want you to enjoy yourself.

Well, you could deliver
this bag of herbs

to Mrs. Nelson
for her arthritis, if you like.

It's on the way to Becky's.

I'd be happy to.

I'll race you to town.

Dorothy, these programs --

they are stunning.

As nice as I've ever seen.

Thank you.

There is one minor,
little detail.

Yes?

The order of the songs.

Well, that -- that is the order
that your manager gave me.

I know.

Poor Max, he tries,

but he doesn't always think
about what's best for my voice.

I need certain songs
to warm up,

and others to stretch the cords,

and so forth and so on.

You understand.

Well, the --

the thing is that I've
already printed the whole batch.

So that means I have to
throw it all out and start over.

And that could be expensive.

Don't you worry one iota
about the money.

Just bill it to me.

Oh?

Now, let's start with

"Ah, Leave Me Not To Pine,"
and then we can segue --

Miss St. Clair.

Mr. Mayor. Oh, no!

Dinner. 7:00.

I figure something
must have come up.

No, I forgot, and I am
absolutely appalled with myself.

You must let me make it up
to you. Lunch today?

You don't have to.

No, I insist.

Shall we say noon?

Just the two of us?

All right. Sure.

- Colleen!
- Oh!

We can go over this later.

Noon, don't forget.

I'm so glad I ran into you.

You must come with me.

Oh, I have to make
a delivery for Dr. Mike.

This won't take five minutes.

I need your advice.

It's terribly important.

I remember it
like it was yesterday.

Miss St. Clair looked
at me as she passed by.

Our eyes locked.

Time stood still.

I spoke to her.

I said, "Hello."

She smiled.

I could tell she wanted
to say something to me,

but she forced herself
to move on.

And then, all in an instant,
she was gone.

Emma! Miss St. Clair
wants to talk to you.

What?

The dress you made
for Colleen is so soignée.

How long would it take you to
make me a gown for the concert?

For the concert?

Well, I realize
it's short notice.

If you would have to work
around the clock,

I'd be willing to pay
whatever the cost.

Well, I'll need
to take your measurements.

Let's do that
at the boardinghouse.

Colleen, come with us.

While Emma's taking
my measurements,

I'll show you my scrapbook.

That would be great!

Hello.

Greece is so beautiful.

Oh, the Temple of Athena
is so majestic.

She was the goddess of wisdom,
you know,

and a patron of the arts.

I wish I could go to some
of the places you've been.

Maybe you can.

I really need someone
to travel with me,

to answer my correspondence,
help me with my wardrobe.

Colleen!

What do you say?

I don't know.

There's a fellow named Pullman.

He takes the inside
of a railroad car,

turns it into
a regular hotel room.

Fancy pull-down bed
and everything.

Sure, I can do it.
Run you a lot of money.

You don't worry
about the expense.

Mr. Lodge will take care of it.

Ah, Mr. Sully.

I'm glad I ran into you.

I found me a guide.

The gentleman
that runs the saloon.

Hank?

We leave at dawn tomorrow
to track down my bear.

Let's take a look at that car.

I'll show you
what I'm talking about.

- Aho.
- Aho.

The man wants to shoot a bear
so he can put it in his office.

It would be best
if you went with him.

I already told him
I wasn't interested.

Hank's gonna take him.

With Hank, he will find a bear
and kill it.

It would be best
if you went with him.

There I was,
in the middle of a rebellion.

And Max had disappeared
on some wild-eyed quest.

And there were these
terrifying men with rifles

yelling at me in Cantonese.

You speak Cantonese?

No.

Anyway, I didn't know
whether to break into a song

or run for my life.

I ain't paying this.

I thought you were paying
for lunch.

That's when it was me and her.

Uh, Grace, is that the bill?

Send it to me.
I'll take care of it.

You're gonna let a woman
pay for your lunch?

She's the one invited
all these people.

Ain't that the Nelsons' wagon?

Oh, Miss Nelson's arthritis!
I forgot!

Colleen, I was just getting
to the best part!

So, anyway, after a while...

I'm so sorry.

Go on in.

Colleen, what happened?

I-I forgot.

I'm sorry, Ma.

I forgot.

Thank you for cleaning up.

I feel bad about Miss Nelson.

She was in pain because of me.

I'm sorry, Ma.

I know, and "Sorry" is fine,

but it doesn't change
what happened.

You seem to have
a lot on your mind lately.

Is something going on at school
you haven't told me about?

No.

It's just...

What?

College is different.

All the other girls
are so much smarter than I am.

I can't believe that.

They know trigonometry
already!

They don't have to stay up
all night studying!

I don't fit in.

I know that college
can be daunting at first,

but it won't take you long
to sort things out.

I'm willing to bet before
this term is even over,

you'll be writing home
excited about the classes

you're going to take next term.

I'm not even sure
I want to go back.

What?!

Gilda asked me to travel
with her.

Well, what did you say?

Nothing...
but I'm thinking about it.

Well, you can't just
give up college.

Why not?

Because it's your dream.

You worked so hard for it.

Ever since I've known you,

that's what you've always wanted
to be -- a doctor.

Maybe I shouldn't be.
Maybe I'm not smart enough.

Of course you are.

You're just feeling a little
overwhelmed right now.

Becoming a doctor isn't easy --

Ma, I don't want
to talk about it!

- Colleen --
- I don't want to talk about it right now!

Please, just leave me alone!

Whoa.

I changed my mind
about that bear hunt.

The man
does have a price, huh?

What is it, Mr. Sully?

What is your price?

Nothing.

You just been underbid.

Of course.

Well, you get
what you pay for.

Come on.

You, uh, you ever hunt before?

I beg your pardon?

Some men freeze up
the first time out.

How much experience you got?

None.

Very stylish, Dorothy.

Ladies use them to keep
the sun off their skin.

I know they do.

Well, that's gonna be $1.95.

$1.95?

$1.70 for the parasol,
25 cents for the soap.

Well, I can understand
about the parasol,

but 25 cents for a bar of soap?

That's not just a bar of soap.

That's Gilda St. Clair soap.

Makes it special.

Why?

Why? Because it's got her name
on it, that's why!

I'll take the parasol,
and you can keep the soap.

Miss Dorothy.

Well? It's finished?

She's trying it on.

Emma.

Look at that dress!

Oh!

Emma, Emma, Emma.

It's perfect.

Thanks.

Come on, come on.

Whoa, ho.

We'll walk from here.

What about the horses?

They'll wait.

Whoa.

Walk with the barrel down...

...in case it goes off
accidentally.

There.

Come on.

Dorothy suggested that Brian
send a telegram

to the theater in Chicago

where Miss St. Clair
performed last month.

He was trying to get a quote
for his article.

That's nice.

Dr. Mike! Dr. Mike!

It's Miss St. Clair, quick!

She started coughing, and she
must have lost her breath

'cause then she fainted.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

It -- It passes.

I just need to lie down.

Whoa.

All right.

We'll take you to the clinic.

Are there many bears out here?

Not as many
as there used to be.

Well, that's good.

They destroy crops.

They attack and kill
innocent children.

They usually don't attack,

unless you got them cornered
or you got their cub.

What was that?!

Squirrels.

When I first came
to these mountains,

there was a bear that lived
real close to me.

She had a couple of cubs.

The folks
from the traveling circus

took one of them cubs
when they left.

That mother bear
looked for that cub

every day for a year.

What is this?

It's dried snake.

And then one day,
that cub just showed up,

on its way all the way back
from Denver.

Oh, that's preposterous.

How could it do that?

Some folks think
when they see a grizzly bear

rubbing herself against a tree,
she's just got an itch.

That's not true?

No.

She's leaving her scent behind
in case her cubs get lost

so they can find her.

- Another one?
- No.

Come on.

I got a telegram back
from the man in Chicago.

He'd like to read my story
on Miss St. Clair.

She has a polyp in her throat.

When it's irritated,
it closes up her larynx.

I couldn't see it at first

because it was
on her vocal cords.

I have suggested that she
cancel the concert tomorrow.

Cancel?!

She's gonna be all right,
isn't she?

Oh, yes, with the operation,
she'll be fine.

Even so, she'll need to take
a year off to recuperate.

A year?!

She can't go a whole year
without performing!

It's important that she rests
so that the polyp doesn't grow back.

A whole year?!

It's better to err
on the side of safety.

You just don't want her to sing
so I can't go with her!

Well, that's not true, Colleen.

You don't even care about
what I want!

You want me to be a doctor!
You can't imagine anything else!

- You're just like Grandma!
- What are you talking about?

My mother didn't even want me
to be a doctor.

Exactly! She wanted you to be
what she wanted!

I've given her some
sodium chloride.

The swelling's gone down,
and she's breathing comfortably.

Good.

Colleen, I've been thinking
about what you said,

about me being like my mother.

I'm sorry, Ma.

It was wrong of me to say.

No, you were right.

I've always known what
a fine doctor you'd be...

...how capable you are
and how caring.

And you've always been
so enthusiastic

about the idea yourself
that it never occurred to me

you might want to explore
other possibilities.

I don't know what to think
right now.

Well, whatever it is
you decide to do, that's fine.

I'll always love you
for who you are...

not what you do.

What would happen if you
don't operate on Gilda?

Well, the polyp will eventually
block her windpipe,

and...she'll suffocate.

Ma told me about the polyp.

It's just a little flap
of skin.

It's nothing. I'm fine.

She knows an awful lot.

She wouldn't tell you
not to sing

if she didn't think
it was very dangerous.

I know this concert
is important,

but it's not worth risking
your life for.

I'm a singer, Colleen.

If I didn't sing,
who would I be?

You'd be Gilda St. Clair.

Beautiful and interesting.

Alive.

Alive? To do what?

Marry some farmer and live
in a little backwoods town?

I'm not a dowdy little peon,
Colleen,

content to scratch in the dirt
all day for food.

I'm a glorious golden bird.

I'm meant to fly.

That's just who I am.

Right there.

I can't get a clear shot.

♪ Beautiful dreamer,
wake unto me ♪

♪ Starlight and dewdrops
are waiting for thee ♪

♪ Sounds of the rude world
heard in the day ♪

♪ Lull'd by the moonlight,
have all pass'd away ♪

♪ Beautiful dreamer,
king of my song ♪

♪ List while I woo thee
with soft melody ♪

♪ Gone are the cares
of life's busy throng ♪

♪ Beautiful dreamer,
awake unto me ♪

♪ Beautiful dreamer,
awake unto me ♪

♪ Beautiful dreamer,
beam on my heart ♪

♪ E'en as the morn
on the streamlet and sea ♪

♪ Then when all clouds
of sorrow depart ♪

♪ Beautiful dreamer,
awake unto me ♪

♪ Beautiful dreamer

♪ Awake unto me

Encore!

Bravo!

- Bravo!
- Bravo!

Encore!

Thank you, thank you.

Encore!

Colleen, get some towels.

Roll them up
and put them under her neck

so we can hyperextend
her head.

Sully, can you help me?

You need to keep her neck back
and her jaw up.

You got to keep the tongue
pressed down firmly

so it doesn't fold back
and block the larynx.

She's fine.

Miss St. Clair
is not talking just yet,

but in time,

she should completely recover
the use of her vocal cords.

Wonderful.

Thank you very much.

Wait till you see
what I had him do to the inside of your car.

It is jim-dandy!

It cost a fortune.

Did you get your bear?

What bear?

You said you were going
bear hunting.

Well, why would I do that?

Oh, Mr. Lodge, just the man
I want to see.

Laudanum.
It'll help with the pain.

And make sure
that you see a physician

when you get to San Francisco

to be certain
that it's healing properly.

Thank you for everything.

It's not too late for you
to change your mind.

You can still come with me.

I'll never forget you.

Nor I, you.

Mr. Mayor!

I was hoping you'd be here.

You know,
I think it must be kismet

that brought me
to Colorado Springs.

Your lovely doctor
solved my throat problem,

and now my career
will be bigger than ever.

I don't suppose you'll ever be
coming back here.

I'd be honored to come back.

And then you and I could have
that private dinner

in my very own customized car.

Well, it was
a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Lodge.

Likewise.

I hope Miss St. Clair will grace
us with another concert

when her throat
is feeling better.

Yes, well, we will certainly
look at her calendar.

- Good.
- All aboard!

Oh, well, goodbye.

Oh, gee, you know,

I almost forgot -- the expenses.

- Expenses?
- Yeah.

Lunches, dinners,
et cetera, et cetera.

You remember our deal.

I had all the bills sent to me.

All you have to do is pay them.

Grace's Café -- $50?

Robert E. --
$100 labor and materials?

A new gown?!

Medical expenses?!

Henderson!

I never agreed to this!

What are you doing here?

You got customers lined up
all the way out the door!

I do?

Why, you must have 15 orders
waiting to be taken!

I do?

It looks like every woman
in this town

wants a dress made
by the seamstress

who sews for Gilda St. Clair.

They do?

Oh!

Mwah!

You know, any time you'd like
to come home for a few days,

or you'd like me
to come to Denver,

we're only a telegram away.

Thanks, Ma.

You may have an occasion
for it at school.

Um, it's not me.