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Here you go.

Oh, thank you so much.

- Thank you very much. - I loved your sermon.

Oh, well, thank you.

You will join us for dinner?

I'd be delighted. Thank you very much.

Hey, Brian.

Hey, Jon.

Something botherin' you?

I just ain't fittin' in.

Too old to be the ring bearer.

I'm too young to be an usher or a best man.

You know, the last time I was here,

it was me who didn't fit in, remember?

Yeah, but that was just because of your train accident,

and your face being all burned up, but Ma fixed ya,

and now you're a train engineer again and everything.

I owe that to you, Brian,

and now I'm going to help you fit in.

How are you gonna do that?

Well, the train's laid over for repairs,

and I got an idea.

It's Sully!

Sully.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I missed the rehearsal.

Custer had me.

Custer?

I wanted to warn Cloud Dancing.

Custer and some of his men followed me.

Cloud Dancing?

Yeah, I got to see him and Custer didn't.

He's going to be all right for now.

Let's just elope.

I don't care about any fancy wedding.

All I care about is being your wife, you being my husband.

I'm ready to start looking at the world through our eyes.

There's no reason to elope, just start doing things our way.

For starters,

let's just say I don't got to wear a wedding ring,

and you don't have to change your name.

That sounds like a very good place to start.

Hey, Sully.

Sully.

I know it don't look like much compared to your Boston Globe.

No, I think it's very impressive

that you manage the entire publication on your own.

Why, thank you.

Dorothy, Rebecca and I spoke last night

about this matron of honor business.

Oh, I -- I don't mind.

No, I -- I don't feel right about what happened,

especially the way it happened, and as it turns out,

neither does my rather enlightened sister.

So, if you don't mind,

I'd like you both to be my matrons of honor.

Oh, but -- but your Ma's right.

Why, thank you.

What am I right about?

Well, it -- it being a tradition

that the matron of honor's always the oldest sister,

unless you don't have one.

Why, I thought we had this all settled.

I've changed my mind.

I'd like Dorothy and Rebecca to be my matrons of honor.

- But, it -- - And I've also asked Marjorie.

- But I'm not in a wedding mood. - Don't worry, Mother.

We're just bending the rules a bit,

and Marjorie will be in the mood.

You have no right to speak for me.

Who appointed you the ever-cheerful go-between anyway?

Ever cheerful?

I am not.

Oh, and what makes you sad, Rebecca?

You.

You and all your petty miseries.

- If you're sick -- - Who said I was sick?

No one,

but if melancholy accounts for your wretched disposition,

then you owe it to everyone around you, let alone yourself,

to seek a cure.

Melancholy?

Yes, melancholy.

Ever since Everett's been gone,

- you -- - Gone?

You make it sound as though he died.

- Well, I only wish he had. - Marjorie.

It's true. If I were a widow,

then I'd get some respect or sympathy.

Instead everybody sniggers

that I wasn't woman enough to hold on to that lout.

As if I wanted him.

I could barely tolerate him,

the way he'd try to force me to be meek and submissive,

the way he'd insist on his right into my bed.

That's enough.

Please forgive us.

And I thought this one was bad.

Michaela, walk with me to post a letter.

Marjorie's right.

I do always try to be cheerful.

Is that such a bad thing?

She's right about my always trying

to make everyone else happy.

As far back as I can remember,

it's what everyone expected of good, little Rebecca,

so I did it.

Sometimes I don't even know what I really feel

because I'm so busy acting the way I'm supposed to.

It's as if the family's like a play,

and we're all cast in certain roles

from the moment we're born.

Yes, exactly.

Why can't we just stop playing them and be ourselves?

Why indeed.

Okay. All right, better get on down that way.

Yeah.

She'll be there, Michaela.

Okay.

Robert E.

- Sully. - How's the buck saw?

Uh, well, I ain't got to it yet.

Well, when you can --

Robert E.

Matthew.

Sully, can I talk to you?

What's on your mind?

It's kind of private.

I'll be back for that later.

Matthew.

Not out here, in here.

Hank's?

You know how I feel about the saloon.

It's just this once. I'll owe you.

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ Which nobody can deny

Tennessee's finest, gentlemen, and no, it ain't been watered.

- Here you go. - I appreciate it, Hank, but --

Ah, yeah, you ain't a drinkin' man.

Well, I'll take yours to help ease the pain you caused me.

Hank lost a few bucks bettin' you'd fly the coop.

And you didn't.

Sarsaparilla.

More of this, yes.

To Sully and Dr. Mike.

- Hear, hear! - Hear, hear!

Sully, you're gettin' one hell of a woman.

- Good luck, Sully. - You're gonna need it.

Mm.

- Whoo. - Yeah, let's go.

What is it?

We all chipped in and got you a little somethin'.

Go on, open it.

A little bird told us you might be needin' one.

Thanks, fellas.

That's a fine-looking buck saw, Robert E.

I'm holdin' you to your promise, Matthew.

What promise?

That you owe me.

Just name it.

I want you to take the old homestead.

Pride is a foolish man's burden.

I outta know, Matthew.

Oh, oh.

It's lovely.

Thank you all so much.

It's called a double wedding ring.

The only ones that'll be in this family.

It's from me.

It's a cookie cutter that stamps out M plus S.

Oh, how clever.

Thank you, Grace.

Well, I figured it out and Robert E. made it for me.

Now all you have to do is teach me how to make cookies.

I saved this for last.

From Mother.

Oh, just tear it, Michaela.

I'm afraid you can't even get paper like this around here.

Oh.

It's surely the best present of all.

Isn't it magnificent?

It's Paris...France.

Don't you like it?

Oh, it's -- it's just beautiful, Mother, thank you.

All of my presents are beautiful.

The hours upon hours that went into stitching

that quilt,

and the care that went into creating this cookie cutter.

Everything is equally wonderful.

Thank you all so much.

Mother.

Sorry, Mother...

but I didn't want the others to feel bad.

Your gift doesn't have to be the best.

There are other ways to express love.

Do you try to hurt me, or is it just in your nature?

I've never tried to hurt you. In fact,

I feel I've spent my whole life trying to please you.

Please me?

Everything you have ever done

has been in direct defiance of my opinions.

I'm not saying that the choices I made in my life

were meant to please you,

but that in spite of being true to myself,

I've tried my best to gain your approval.

What on earth does my approval matter to you?

Oh, it matters so much.

Being understood and accepted for who you really are?

Well, I -- I believe that's what love is, Mother.

And does it go both ways?

Am I to be understood and accepted as well?

Of course.

Then who I am wants my daughter

to be married properly.

That's no who you are, Mother.

That's you trying to influence who I am.

Oh, tell me, Michaela, what is it?

There must be something,

otherwise we wouldn't keep going on like this, would we?

No, we wouldn't. Yes, you're right.

There is something I want from you.

With Father gone, I -- I can't think of anyone

else in the world that I would prefer to have give me away.

You're my parent.

You and Father made me who I am.

I'm asking you, please, Mother, give me away on my wedding day.

No.

It's not done.

Mothers don't give their daughters away,

and I will not give you away.

No.

You've gone too far.

You were right, Mother, when you said

I was neither here nor there,

neither Boston or Colorado Springs.

I'm starting a whole new life,

and it isn't about either one,

a life that Sully and I and the children

are creating for ourselves.

I only wish that you could be a part of it.

Perhaps I've changed more than will ever be tolerable to you.

Perhaps, as you say, I've gone too far.

Morning, Dr. Mike. Morning, kids.

Your wedding, Dr. Mike.

Robert E.

- Hey. - Hi.

Morning.

- Hey. - Today is the day.

Good luck!

Morning.

Sully.

Loren.

Look, I know this ain't been easy on you.

Well...

nothing is, it seems.

I just want you to know that I appreciate the past

before I ask you this favor.

Favor?

Dr. Mike's got nobody to give her away today,

and she don't know that I know this,

but she asked her ma and her ma turned her down.

Elizabeth did?

Oh, that's a shame.

I know it's asking a lot,

but I don't think Abigail would begrudge it.

My daughter,

she had a heart as big as the whole world, she did.

Yeah, she did.

I'd be honored to give Dr. Mike away.

Thank you, Loren.

I let this grow ever since the day you died.

It kept you with me, Abigail.

Now I got to move on.

Come in.

Loren.

You're looking very dashing.

You too, Elizabeth.

Why, thank you.

Something on your mind?

Yeah.

Has been for 10 years.

I was fool enough

not to even go to my daughter's wedding,

and I've never stopped regretting that I wasn't there

to give my girl away.

Please.

Don't make the same mistake I did, Elizabeth.

You don't understand.

No, I guess I don't.

- It's -- - Ah!

Oh, Michaela.

This is not my wedding dress.

It was made especially for you with all your preferences.

Your preferences, Mother.

Oh, you said yourself.

It's stunning.

Dorothy, would you mind bringing me the dress

you made for me?

Sure.

- You're not wearing that dress. - You're right, Mother.

No, I'm not. But I'm not going to wear this either.

What nonsense are you talking?

Rebecca, you try to reason with her.

It sounds as though Michaela is perfectly clear.

Clear? Clear about what?

That she's going to wear her wedding dress.

It does look lovely.

Certainly does, doesn't it?

And a lot of it's thanks to that good stuff

you brought from Boston.

Oh, don't try to make me feel better, Loren Brey.

Ha ha!

Uh-oh.

Will you take a look at that?

Dr. Mike and Sully are not going to be happy with this,

I can tell you.

Who in the heck invited him?

I did.

Just seems that I can't do anything right, can I?

Mr. Sully.

Please, don't take it personal.

Well, you may wish to reserve your apologies.

You can blame me for that as well.

You didn't know.

Something old.

This handkerchief came all the way from Ireland

with Great Grandma Quinn.

She carried it on her wedding day.

- Something new. - Oh.

Bought it with my butter and egg money.

Something borrowed...

and I want them back.

And something blue.

Picked them myself.

Sully.

I think this might look better right over here!

Oh, my gosh.

We got to get him to the clinic.

Yeah.

Up, and...

It's all right.

Dearly beloved, we have come together in the presence of God

to witness and bless the joining together

of this man and this woman in holy matrimony.

The union of husband and wife in heart, body and mind

is intended by God for their mutual joy,

for the help and comfort given one another

in prosperity and adversity,

and to this holy union, Michaela Quinn and Byron Sully

now come to be joined.

If any among you can show just cause why they may not

lawfully be married, speak now or forever hold your peace.

Who comes to give this woman to be married to this man?

I do.

Take right hands, please.

Do you, Sully, take Michaela to be your wife, to have

and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse,

for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health,

to love and to cherish as long as you both shall live?

I do.

And do you, Michaela, take Sully to be your husband,

to have and to hold from this day forward,

for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer,

in sickness and in health,

to love and to cherish as long as you both shall live?

I do.

Ring, please?

Bless, O Lord, this ring to be a sign of the vows by which

this man and this woman have bound themselves to each other.

Now that Sully and Michaela

have given themselves to each other by solemn vows,

at the joining of hands

and the giving and receiving of a ring,

I pronounce that they are husband and wife.

Those whom God has joined together,

let no one put asunder.

- Amen. - Amen.

You may now kiss the bride.

- Hey, Mom, Sully. - Congratulations.

Where in damnation have you been?

I been yelling for over an hour.

Sorry, General, with the -- the wedding music

and everything, I'm afraid nobody can hear you.

What am I doing tied up in here?

Well, you got hit in the head right after the ceremony,

and we brought you in here to rest,

and we figured it was best to tie you down,

so you wouldn't go falling and hurting yourself worse.

- I saw the Indian. - I beg your pardon?

The Indian. I saw him.

You took a pretty nasty hit there, General.

I know what I saw,

and I know Mr. Sully is in on it.

You aren't in on it too, are you, Mr. Slicker?

I don't know what you're talking about, General.

And I'm sure no one else in town will either.

- Correct? - Like I said --

If Mr. Sully thinks he can get away with this,

he'll soon learn otherwise.

- Aw! - Aw!

Can I cut in, Sully?

Care to dance? Come on.

Come on.

Bye-bye!

Bye!

Ah!

Brian did it.

So that's what you've been doing.

Yep.

Nice work, pal.

What a wonderful surprise.

Thank you.

Oh!

Oh, it's beautiful.

Well, come along, children.

Come on.

Well, I suggest we allow these newlyweds

to be on their way to Denver.

We'll miss you very much,

but the two weeks will fly by in no time.

Don't worry about us.

We got plenty planned with Grandma,

Aunt Rebecca and Aunt Marjorie.

Thank you.

Well, come on. Come on. Come on.

Bye.

Bye!

Bye!

- Bye-bye! - Bye!

Have fun.

- Bye! - Bye!

- Bye. - Bye.

Bye. Have fun!

- Bye! - Bye!

Bye!

- Bye! - Bye!

Sully.

Hmm?

It isn't even dark yet.

But it's getting darker...

...and darker...

...and darker.

And darker.

And darker.