Warm, rich-toned, plays over...
A MONTAGE OF DAGUERREOTYPES:
PHOTO - BEACON HILL - DAY (STOCK-STILL)
Beacon Hill's fashionable Louisburg square, Mount Vernon Street.
The small village green is shrouded in white, its many cobblestone
street, lined with stately four-story townhouses. THE CAMERA PUSHES
in on number "10".
I was born in Boston, Massachusetts on February 15,1833.
PHOTO - QUINN FAMILY PORTRAIT - DAY 4B
A formal portrait of a family of seven. The father and mother are
seated, the children, all female, lined up behind them, except for
the youngest, seated on the father's knee. CLOSER on the smiling,
My father was a physician of excellent repute, possessed of wit,
charm and an amiable disposition.
... MOVING to the austere matriarch...
My mother was made of sterner stuff, though a fine homemaker and
an authority on rose gardening.
... and CONTINUING across the line of four girls, ranging in age
from nine to sixteen...
I was the last of five children, the four before me all girls. My
father, being a man of science, firmly believed that the odds would
finally dictate the birth of a long-awaited son. He would be name
... COMING TO REST on the pretty little girl on daddy's knee...
I was named Michaela
PHOTO - DR. QUINN - MIKE - IN HORSE BUGGY - DAY 4C
A picture of a one-horse buggy with a ten year-old Mike seated next
to her father at the reins. She holds up his medical bag proudly.
My father nicknamed me Mike, and from the beginning, he allowed
me greater freedom than my sisters.
PHOTO - EXT. COLLEGE GRADUATION - DAY 4D
A graduation picture. Two dozen young women in caps and gown. CAMERA
MOVES in on Mike.
He encouraged me to attend medical school, but none would admit
women. I finally received my MD from the Women's Medical College
of Pennsylvania, a fine Quaker institution and the first of its
PHOTO - INT. SURGICAL THEATRE - DAY (STOCK-STILL) 4E
I joined my father's practice, and for seven years we worked side-by-side
PHOTO - INT. PARLOUR - DAY 4F
Of an open casket. Mike's father lies in state ...
INT. PARLOUR - DAY 4G
SUPER: BOSTON, 1867
... as the picture comes to life. A solemn wake is in progress.
The elegant room is filled with flowers and Boston's uppercrust,
all dressed in the long, heavy fashion of the time, somber black
for the occasion. The mourners file by the open casket. The family
is last. Mike's sisters first, now grown women, then her mother,
My mother would say he spoiled me. I would say he gave me the freedom
to be myself.
CLOSE ON MIKE
Tears stream down her cheeks. On impulse, she moves forward, bending
to embrace her father, but her mother interrupts, pulling her back
with an unspoken reproach. A look passes between them - her mother
so contained, Mike so overflowing...
My mother did not approve of any of this. She thought me headstrong
INT. OFFICE - DAY 5
And so I was...
Mike sits at one side of a large partner's desk. The other side
is painfully empty. The room has been converted to an office-examining
room, but it sits idle. The only SOUNDS are the ticking of a mantle
clock, the crackling of the fire. Mike stares at nothing, waiting
for something... when the door opens and her mother enters.
Enough is enough, Michaela. Your father is gone, and so are his
They were my patients, too.
(shakes her head)
Your father, God rest his soul, indulged you in a fantasy.
I have a medical degree, Mother. That is not a fantasy.
In this world it is.
A beat, as Mike looks into her mother's ungiving eyes, then...
Then perhaps I belong in a different world.
INT. MIKE'S BEDROOM - DAY 6
Mike moves about the room collecting personal items: books, a stack
of old letters, her framed medical degree, daguerreotypes - various
family photos and one of a young man in Union uniform - lingering
on them and the memories they evoke, as she places them in the suitcase.
A MAID carefully packs Mike's clothes into a large truck.
I found an advertisement in the Globe for a town doctor in the Colorado
Mike surveys the room for anything she might have forgotten, but
it's stripped of all that is personal. The maid stops what she's
doing and shares a sentimental look with Mike, who staves off tears
by glancing back down at the suitcase - civilization packed into
a leather valise...
INT. FOYER - DAY (LATER) 7
Mike, descends the staircase, past a gallery of family portraits,
carrying the suitcase and her medical bag.
I sent a telegram detailing my experience and qualifications. In
less than a week, I received a return telegram, offering me the
At the base, she places it atop a large traveling trunk and goes
to a door which has two small brass plaques hanging on hooks. The
first reads "J. Quinn, MD", the second "M. Quinn,
MD" She runs her fingers loving across the first, then removes
After careful consideration, I made up my mind to go West, where
my services were needed, where my skills would be appreciated...
She turns to find her mother, standing in the archway to the parlour.
The regard each other across a chasm of misunderstanding
...where I might finally be accepted as a doctor
OMITTED 8 - 10
EXT. KANSAS - DAY 11
The Great Plains. Flat, empty, grassy land as far as the eye can
It was ten days by train to St. Louis, then seven more by stagecoach
over trails that consisted of nothing more than two ruts in the
Rolls into view, pulled by six horses.
INT. STAGECOACH - DAY (SAME TIME) 12
Wrapped against the cold, Mike bumps along in the company of a pregnant
young woman, EMILY, and her YOUNG SON, seated opposite, and a waistcoated
"DANDY", sitting beside her. They're all tired and dirty,
but resigned. The dandy does simple card tricks for the child. Mike
and Emily share a smile over his pleasure.
INT. ANOTHER ANGLE - FURTHER ON - DAY 12A
The dandy is asleep. So is Emily. The boy stares at Mike expectantly.
She knows no card tricks. Instead, she rummages in her black medical
bag and produces a stethoscope. She leans across and places the
listening ends into his ears, then places the scope onto his chest.
His eyes open wide at the sound of his own heart. He listens...
INT. ANOTHER ANGLE - FURTHER ON - DAY 12B
All of the other passengers are asleep, except for Mike. She stares
out the window.
EXT. MIKE'S POV - DAY (SAME TIME - STOCK) 13
Prairie forever. But then, something appears on the horizon. Too
small to make out, but growing larger on approach. Finally, it can
be seen to be Indians, wearing skins and feathers, but no war colors.
INT. STAGECOACH - DAY (SAME TIME) 13A
My father taught me that different customs, language or color of
skin were not causes for prejudice or hostility. But as I saw real
Indians for the first time, I could not reason with the knots in
EXT. MIKE'S POV - SAME TIME - DAY / STOCK 14
Suddenly, the Indians reign up some hundred feet away. They sit
on their fidgety horses and just watch the coach.
INT. STAGECOACH - DAY - SAME TIME 14A
Mike watches back, shaky, as the coach passes them without changing
speed. She turns to look out the rear window and sees them recede
in the distance, still sitting, still watching...
EXT. COLORADO TOWN - GENERAL STORE - DAY 15
The stagecoach rolls onto the short, rutted main street of this
rough, dreary frontier town. Stray dogs scatter, hitched horses
spook. The spring thaw has everything knee-deep in mud, and swarms
of flies hover on the manure.
The stage stops in front of "Bray's General Store".
The sour-faced proprietor, LOREN BRAY, has come to the door. Beside
him appears his wife, MAUDE, every bit as dour. She wipes her hands
on her apron and goes back inside.
The dandy is the first one out of the coach, holding the door for
Mike, Emily and the boy. Legs are shaky from the long ride. There's
no place to step but into the mud. Mike looks down at her highbutton
shoes, disappearing into the muck. Appalled, she lifts one up with
a slurp of suction. The shoe is ruined. Mike gives up and steps
back down with a squish. She looks around, taking in the raw lines
of the town, as its motley array of locals stare back at the newcomers.
EXT. MIKE'S POV / GENERAL STORE - DAY (SAME TIME)
The Pike mountains loom in the distance. There's also a feed store,
a telegraph office, a barber shop, a livery stable, a saloon and
a few other nondescript store fronts, all slapped together of roughhewn
plank wood. The stage driver tosses luggage from atop the coach
down to the dandy and Bray. Mike's trunk is lowered into the mud.
She tries to intercept it, but it's too late. Her suitcase is next,
but she manages to get it and places it on the trunk, all the while
holding tight to her black medical bag, which she carries with her
at all times.
Emily and her son are greeted by her husband, a young man in a rumpled
suit. He takes their boxes and walks them toward a rough clapboard
house with a sign in the window advertising a tailor and seamstress.
Emily's caught up in her husband, but the boy waves to Mike as they
head off. She waves back, then looks around for any sign of someone
there to greet her, but there's no one. She looks down at her skirts,
dragging heavily in the mud. She lifts them slightly, making her
way around to where the driver is conferring with Bray.
Pardon me. Where might I find Reverend Johnson?
Down to the church.
May I leave those there for a while?
Ya mean, will they be there when ya git back?
We're not all thieves on the frontier, Miss.
No, of course not.
I was just concerned whether they'd be in anyone's way.
He goes back inside. She stares after him a beat, then trudges off,
her shoes sucked into the mud with each step.
EXT. BARBER SHOP - (DAY) MOMENTS LATER 17
She walks past the barber shop, a crude candy cane pole stands by
the door. The barber, JAKE SLICKER, leans against it. He tips his
hat and smiles at Mike, as she goes by. She nods.
EXT. SALOON - (DAY) MOMENTS LATER 18
She passes the saloon, where two "bar girls", one a young
redhead, MYRA, look out over the swinging doors, like captives.
Mike smiles at them. They're amazed.
EXT. TREATY COUNCIL AREA - (DAY) MOMENTS LATER 19
Mike turns the corner to see an ordinary clapboard church with a
cemetery on one side. However, the scene in the field on the other
side is far from ordinary and certainly unlike anything Mike has
ever seen... A hundred Cheyenne Indians sit atop skins to protect
them from the wet grass. They're focused on a half-dozen white men,
wearing military uniforms, and an equal number of Indian dignitaries,
conferring through translators in front of a large teepee and an
army regulation field tent, side-by-side. Smaller teepees line the
periphery in the b.g.
AT THE CHURCH
Mike finds a rumpled, thirty-ish clergyman, REVEREND TIMOTHY JOHNSON,
sleeves rolled up, hands dirty, at work painting the church.
Would you be Reverend Timothy Johnson?
How may I help you?
She returns the smile, offers her hand.
I'm Michaela Quinn.
Something about the name rings a bell, as he awkwardly wipes his
hands on a rag and reaches to shake her hand. She sees his confusion.
And that still doesn't do it...
Your new doctor.
That does it all right. His hand drops. So does his smile. He glances
down at her medical bag.
I'm afraid I don't understand... The telegram said Michael Quinn.
No... I believe I spelled it out quite clearly. That's Michael with
an 'a'. My father was expecting a male.
So was I.
He stares at her, genuinely distressed. She stares back, trying
not to let on her concern.
Please come with me.
He heads for the main street. Michaela falls in beside him, fighting
the mud to keep pace. She glances back at the Indians.
What's going on?
Treaty Council. Union Colonel Chivington and Cheyenne Chief Black
Kettle. The Army's negotiating with the Indians for the land north
of Sand Creek.
She has no idea where that might be, but looks back over her shoulder,
focusing on the two men at the center of attention...
Of a bearish, bearded man in Union uniform, COLONEL CHIVINGTON,
and a high-cheeked Indian, wearing chief's feathers woven through
his black braids, CHIEF BLACK KETTLE... Next to the chief is a white
... dressed in half-western/half-Indian clothes, ruggedly handsome.
Beside him sits a large grey timber wolf.
Not watching where she's going, Mike steps in a chug hole and goes
sprawling in the mud. The Reverend is quick to try to help her up,
but she struggles back to her feet on her own, thoroughly embarrassed.
Are you all right?
Fine, thank you.
She looks down at her mud-smeared dress, makes a futile gesture
to wipe it with her also-muddy hands, then gives up and wipes them
on the back of her dress.
And, with as much authority as she can muster, she starts for town.
The Reverend shakes his head to himself and follows.
INT. TELEGRAPH OFFICE - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 20
The telegraph clerk, HORACE, sits at a cluttered toll-top desk when
Mike and the Reverend enter Horace registers Mike's disheveled appearance,
but makes no comment.
What kin I do fer ya, Revren?
That telegram you received from the doctor in Boston?...
How was it signed?
You didn't change anything?
The Reverend looks at Mike, momentarily triumphant, but then...
'Cept for that 'nitial.
The Reverend turns back to him.
Didn't think ya'd give a hoot what his middle name was.
It sinks in.
The middle initial didn't happen to be an "a", did it?
That's right, young lady.
She turns to the Reverend, whose lips purse, as Horace rattles on.
Them Easterners always trying to make ev'rythin' fancy. I jus' like
to keep things simple. Yessir, that's my motto, keep it simple.
The Reverend leaves without a word, to Horace's surprise. Mike follows.
OMITTED 21 - 21A
EXT. COOPER HOUSE - DAY (SHORT TIME LATER) 22
Mike trudges through the mud toward the boarding house, the Reverend
following her now.
This is most embarrassing, Miss Quinn. I want to apologize for the
inconvenience. We will, of course, pay your way back to Boston.
That won't be necessary, thank you. Colorado Springs needs a doctor,
and I happen to be one.
You don't understand. No one's ever heard of a lady doctor out here.
There's always a first time.
But Miss, there are no respectable single women in Colorado Springs.
That's a shame, Reverend. Every town should have at least one.
They arrive at the door, and she KNOCKS decisively.
Widow Cooper doesn't allow lady boarders.
The door is opened by a good-looking teenager, MATTHEW.
Fetch your mother.
(calls behind him)
Nine year-old BRIAN COOPER appears.
Momentarily, CHARLOTTE COOPER appears at a side door to the kitchen.
She's a handsome, no-nonsense woman, early forties. Beside her appears
twelve year-old COLLEEN COOPER. They can't help but notice Mike's
Charlotte, there's been a terrible mistake.
Just a small misunderstanding, really.
I thought Miss Quinn was a man. I mean, I assumed when she answered
the ad that she was a doctor.
I am a doctor.
Charlotte takes this in, sizing Mike up, ultimately accepting in
a matter-of-fact manner...
So you're the new doctor.
Now, that's not...
Yes, I am.
(extending her hand)
Michaela Quinn, M.D.
Charlotte shakes it, stoic.
Charlotte Cooper... and these are my kids, Matthew, Colleen and
Your dress is dirty.
I told Miss Quinn you only take gentleman boarders.
Don't have a rule.
You go on and help the Reverend with the Doc's luggage.
The Reverend realizes he's been dismissed. Mike follows Charlotte
inside, with Brian and Colleen flanking her.
INT. KITCHEN - DAY 22A
You're a real doctor?
You went to college and everything?
INT. MIKE'S ROOM - DAY 24
Charlotte shows Mike, carrying her suitcase, into a plain room with
only a single bed, a writing table and straight-backed chair, one
kerosene lamp and a chest of drawers. Matthew follows with her trunk.
He clunks it down and goes out.
Got some of the soldiers stayin' here durin' the treaty council.
(a beat as she looks around the room)
It ain't Boston.
It's very nice, thank you.
Charlotte nods, then closes the door behind her. Mike stares at
it a beat, then looks around the sparse room and finally down at
her filthy dress. Her show of strength falters. But then, intent
on not being discouraged, she goes to her suitcase and takes out
several items and arranges them on the chest -- some books, the
family photo, the other of the young uniformed man, and, finally,
her framed medical degree...
INT. DINING ROOM - NIGHT 25
The Cooper boys are seated at a long plank table with three military
offices, one of them the uniformed Colonel Chivington from the treaty
council, and Mike, cleaned up now and wearing a fresh dress. The
parties sit stiffly, silently, as Charlotte and Colleen enter from
the kitchen carrying a pot of hot stew and a bowl of biscuits. They
put the food in the middle and take their seats. Charlotte bows
her head and delivers the grace...
Thank you, Lord.
...so quickly, it's never an issue if there's a non-believer in
the midst. Mike does a double-take, as Charlotte passes the stew.
Everyone begins to eat in silence, but Mike's accustomed to conversation
So, Captain Chivington, how is the treaty progressing?
The other two officers look at him. He stops eating and glares at
I beg your pardon.
He starts to go back to his meal.
And the Indians?
He looks up at her like she's a fly buzzing him.
Only reason I gotta sit out there in the dirt is 'cause Congress'
been listenin' to a bunch of bleedin' hearts who never laid eyes
on an Indian.
Charlotte and the children look to Mike, who keeps her cool.
I believe their reasoning is that the Indians were here first.
They're standin' in the way of progress, Miss.
Progress for whom, Sir?
(then cold, measured)
I am fully satisfied that to kill the red rebels is the only way
to have peace and quiet.
He stabs his fork into his stew. Mike looks as though she might
respond, but Charlotte heads her off...
So, Doc, you engaged?
This catches Mike off-guard, to say the least.
I was once.
There's twenty men for every woman out here.
Mike glances over at the three men with distaste.
Now it's Mike's turn to change the subject.
Where might I find the newspaper office?
You'd have to be goin' to Denver to do that.
Oh...Well, how does one post an advertisement?
Bray's store... Pretty much everything goes through there one time
OMITTED 26 - 27
EXT. BABER SHOP - NEXT DAY 27A
As Mike and Charlotte approach the general store, Jake Slicker can
be seen through the doors, giving the Reverend a haircut. Only Slicker
can see them coming.
Shoulda listened to me in the first place, Reverend. Colorado Springs
don't need no doctor.
She won't take no for an answer. What can I do?
(looking right at Mike)
Ya just put her on the next stage right back where she come from.
Mike and Charlotte exchange a look, then step onto the walkway.
Good morning, gentlemen.
The Reverend turns and stammers an embarrassed greeting, but Slicker
Mike and Charlotte pass on by. Charlotte shakes her head.
He's pulled a few teeth, lanced a few boils, and he thinks that
makes him a doctor.
I see. Competition.
And from a woman. Only doctorin' allowed to women 'round here is
midwifin'. Lucky for you, the midwife's a reasonable woman.
That's a relief. I'd like to meet her.
EXT. GENERAL SOTRE -DAY (SAME TIME) 27 B
Mike mulls this, as they pause at the door.
Charlotte nods, opens the door for Mike. They go inside...
INT. GENERAL STORE - DAY (SAME TIME) 28
...where Loren scowls at them from behind the counter. Maude and
a woman shopper whisper. Chivington is there, also, with the two
other officers. They join in the dirty looks. Mike reacts.
Charlotte leads Mike to the rear wall where a crude bulletin board,
made literally of boards, if filled with clippings from the Denver
Herald, a few "Wanted" posters and many notices, some
of which look years old, yellowed with age. Across the top hangs
a wooden sign on two pegs, "NO DOGS OR INDIANS". Bray
What's the problem, Charlotte?
No problem, Loren. The doctor here just wants to post a notice.
(scans the notices)
Seems to me some of these have outlived the people who put 'em up.
Sorry, Charlotte, but none of those notices seen its day.
Charlotte is about to comment, when...
...enters with his wolf and Chief Black Kettle. Sully is an enigmatic
loner, an impressive figure of a man with dark, penetrating eyes.
He sports a sharp-headed tomahawk, its carved, feathered handle
wedged into his belt. Capable of striking fear in the hears of the
locals, he's clearly a legend around these parts.
Mike watches him scan the room, self-assured. No one will look him
in the eye, except for Chivington. Bray clears his throat loudly
and points self-righteously at the sign, "NO DOGS OR INDIANS".
looks, then impulsively reaches up and removes the sign from the
Here's one that's seen its day, Mr. Bray.
What d'ya think yer doin'?!
She ignores him. He looks around, frustrated, his eyes lighting
on Chivington, who gladly steps forward. He yanks the sign away
from Mike roughly.
That's private property, Miss.
He turns to hand it back on the board, when suddenly there's a WHOOSHING
SOUND and ...
...breaks the sign in two, driven into the board just inches from
Chivington's fingers. Chivington whirls, drawing his gun, furious.
He aims at Sully. The wolf growls menacingly. Chivington turns the
gun toward the wolf. But to his frustration, he knows this isn't
the time or the place. Slowly, he lowers and re-holsters his gun.
He walks out, right past Sully and Black Kettle, followed by the
other two officers.
Sully retrieves his tomahawk, exchanging a look with Mike as he
does. She finds it unsettling and returns to her task, replacing
the sign with her notice:
"WANTED: PERMANENT LODGINGS ALSO SUITABLE FOR MEDICAL PRACTICE"
Charlotte takes Mike's elbow, steering her toward the door.
Time to go get you that horse, Doc.
That one you'll be needin' to get 'round to all your patients.
Oh... That horse.
Charlotte leads her out, past Sully and Black Kettle.
Good morning, gentlemen.
She pats the wolf on the head. It's hard to tell who's more surprised,
the wolf or Sully. Black Kettle nods, as the women leave the store.
EXT. GENERAL STORE - DAY (SAME TIME) 29
Charlotte leads Mike toward the Livery.
Bein' a doctor's one thing. Bein' a woman's another. And being an
unmarried lady's another. That's enough black marks to last you
a spell... Mind you, I think what you did was right, but 'round
here folks think the only good Indian is a dead Indian.
But this country just fought a war to prove we're all created equal.
EXT. LEVER - DAY (SAME TIME) 29A
They arrive at the Livery.
I hate to tell you, Doc, but nobody out here much cared about that
war. They were too busy fightin' Indians.
EXT. LIVERY - DAY (SAME TIME) 30
A black smithy, ROBERT E., hammers a red-hot horse shoe. The stalls
behind him house several horses. Mike and Charlotte enter.
"Mornin', Robert E.
His name gets a notice from Mike. He nods to Charlotte, eyeing Mike
disapprovingly. News travels fast in a town this size.
You aim to sell any of those?
She gestures toward the horses
Just asked a simple question.
A beat, then he points begrudgingly.
Chestnut and the pinto.
The pinto is younger and prettier than the shaggy old chestnut,
who whinnies and nuzzles Mike. She responds, stroking the horse's
front notch, but then turns her attention to Charlotte's examination
of the pinto. Mike doesn't know what she's talking about, but does
her best to fake it...
Charlotte lifts the horse's lip, revealing big, yellowed teeth.
Mike recoils, tries to cover.
Charlotte shoots her a look.
Well, yes. A little.
Charlotte nods skeptically. Mike turns to the chestnut, who nuzzles
I like this one.
But she has heart.
Charlotte shakes her head.
EXT. LIVERY - DAY (SAME TIME) 31
They exit, Charlotte leading the old chestnut, now saddled up.
You know how to ride?
Do I know how to ride?
Mike looks at Charlotte, then at the horse, then back at Charlotte.
She goes to the horse, hikes her skirts as discreetly as possible,
then manages to get her left foot up into the stirrup. Now she starts
hopping on her right foot, trying to build the momentum to swing
her leg up. Just when it seems as though she'll stand there hopping
until dark, she's whisked up off the ground and into the saddle.
She turns to find Sully standing there with his wolf.
He reaches into his pocket and offers Mike the notice she posted
in the store.
You took it down?
Nope... I'm answerin' it.
Mike doesn't know what to make of this.
EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - DAY (LATER) 31A
Mike's perched precariously on her new horse. Even though she's
only at a walking pace, she hangs onto the saddlehorn, Sully and
the wolf are on foot beside her.
EXT. THE HOMESTEAD - DAY (LATER) 32
An abandoned, run-down farm outside of town, consisting of a little
cabin and a barn. Mike takes a look around. The place is a wreck,
they're in the middle of nowhere, and Sully's more than a little
mysterious. She does her best to mask her discomfort. She starts
to get off her horse, but slips the stirrup and falls most of the
way, landing on her butt. She looks up at him, but he makes no move
to help her.
Gotta learn to make it on your own if you're gonna survive.
She gets to her feet and goes to the cabin, struggles with the door
a moment, but then manages to push it open. She takes a look inside,
then comes back to Sully.
Dollar a month.
A beat, as Mike looks at the bleak homestead.
I'll take it.
She rummages in her bag and produces her brass name plaque, "M.
QUINN, M.D.". She goes and holds it up beside the door.
What do you think?
Ain't much of a shingle.
And with that, he and the wolf walk off. She stares after them a
moment, then turns back and hangs the plaque on a loose nail. She
steps back. It's not Boston, but it's a beginning...
END OF ACT ONE
OMITTED 33 - 34A
EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - DAY 35
A glorious day, sunny and crisp. An open meadow, all new-green and
wild flowers, ringed by woods. The mountains in the distance are
still capped with snow. The buckboard rolls into view, Mike and
Charlotte up front and the kids in the back with Mike's luggage
various supplies and a slatted crate of chickens.
EXT. COUNTRYSIDE / ANGLE ON BUCKBOARD SEAT - DAY (SAME TIME)
For the life of me, I don't know how you found your way back into
town by yourself. I'd like to wring Sully's neck.
Is that his name?
He didn't even tell you his name?
Well... Not likely that would happen. If there's one thing Sully
is, he's a man of his word.
Why doesn't he live on his homestead?
Sully was a miner come here in '59 with the Pike's Peak rush. He
fell in love with Loren's daughter, Abigail.
The store keeper?
But he acted like he didn't even know Sully.
Abigail died givin' birth to their first child.
Mike takes this in, then glances at Charlotte, concerned.
I did everything I could. What she needed was a doctor, but by the
time we got her to Denver, she was gone.
Her voice wavers slightly, in spite of her efforts.
Anyways, Loren blames Sully. He's just a bitter old man and wants
somebody to take it out on.
She signals the horses with the reins, turning the wagon away from
the river and toward the meadow where the farm stands waiting for
INT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 38
Mike enters the simple on-room house and looks around at it's homemade
furniture -- bed, rocker, table, chairs, cupboards -- lingering
next to a little cradle by the woodburning cookstove. There's still
a kettle on top, as if the place is frozen in time, sealed with
a layer of dust. Mike runs her finger across the top of the stove
thoughtfully, then wipes the dirt on her skirt and goes back outside...
EXT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - DAY (SAME TIME) 38A
... where she pitches in to help carry the trunk back...
INT. HOMESTEAD / CABIN - DAY (SAME TIME) 38B
... to the foot of the bed, placing it next to a cedar hope chest.
Matthew goes out. Colleen puts some groceries down on the table,
sending up a puff of dust.
Sure is dirty.
That's what we're here for.
She hands the girl a bucket and scrub brush. Mike has found a thatch
broom and starts sweeping, stirring up the dust into a cloud. They
watch her a moment and smile.
Ever used a broom before?
Mike stops, looks up defensively.
Have I ever used a broom before?
Like the horse, huh?
We had servants.
Brian enters, carrying heavy buckets of water balanced on a shoulder
yoke. He sets them down. Matthew can be seen through the door, outside
She gets a cup and dips it in the water, then uses her fingers to
fling some sprinkles at the floor, settling the dust. She hands
the cup to Mike, who does the same, then sweeps again, this time
with better results.
Meanwhile, Brian has opened Mike's medical bag and holds up her
Brian, put that back.
No, it's all right.
As long as you're careful.
Matthew enters with an armload of firewood.
Looks like a tomahawk.
Everything looks Indian to you.
Brian's Cheyenne crazy.
Sully's got a tomahawk
So I've seen.
Mike stops sweeping and comes over to Brian, as Matthew begins stacking
the wood by the stove. She takes the mallet.
It's for testing reflexes. Watch.
She hoists Brian up to sit on the table, his legs dangling over
the edge. She taps his knee with the mallet, causing his lower leg
Hey!... Do that again.
What do reflexes do?
They tell me something about your brain.
His knee tells you about his head. Sounds like a lot of malarkey.
COLLEEN (to Matthew)
What d'you know?
Colleen takes her by the hand and leads her outside.
OMITTED 39 - 41
INT. BARN - DAY (LATER)
Colleen enters with Mike. They approach the chickens, now roosting
in old boxes in a corner.
They're mean, chickens are. You gotta trick 'em into leavin' their
She reaches up into a feed pal and tosses some grain on the ground.
The chickens go after it.
... then you can take the eggs without getting' pecked.
She gestures for Mike to check the roosting boxes. She does and
finds and egg, holding it up with a smile.
EXT. HOMESTEAD / CABIN - DAY (LATER) 44
The Coopers are loaded into the buckboard, and the horses are hitched
up. Mike stands next to the wagon. Matthew's at the reins with Charlotte
beside him. Brian and Colleen are in the back. Mike takes Charlotte's
I can't thank you all enough.
No need for thanks. What you need is luck.
(looks around, concerned)
It ain't gonna be easy, doc.
Matthew clucks to the horses, and the wagon pulls away. Colleen
waves. Mike waves back, walking along after them.
Mike stops and watches the wagon turn to follow the creek, disappearing
behind the trees. She stares after it. For the first time, she's
completely alone in this wilderness.
Charlotte was right. I had never even cooked or cleaned before,
let alone chopped wood or hauled water. The only work I know was
doctoring. I know nothing of the daily hardships these people took
INT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - NIGHT 45
By candlelight, Mike wearily finishes making the bed, leaning down
to tuck the covers in at the foot, right next to the hope chest.
She stops, stares at it a beat, then kneels down and carefully lifts
the lid. On one side is a stack of hand-sewn, hand-knit, unused
baby clothes. Mike reacts, running her fingertips over a tiny sweater...
On the other side is a family album. Mike turns the pages -- a bouquet
of pressed wildflowers; a white lace hankie; a wedding photo of
a clean-shaven, dressed-up Sully standing in formal pose beside
a delicate, dark-haired woman in a simple wedding gown.
in the picture. Looking a bit uncomfortable, but very handsome.
Suddenly, Mike feels like an intruder. She closes the album and
then the hope chest... so many hopes unrealized.
She opens her own trunk instead and unpacks a few items -- a lace-collared
grey damask dress, pretty, but businesslike, a felt hat, gloves
and high-button shoes, laying them on the bed in a caricature of
herself, then standing back to judge the effect. She chokes up at
the sight. The contrast between the refined outfit and the start
cabin speaks volumes about the culture shock and self-doubt Mike
OMITTED 46 - 50
EXT. CHURCH - DAY 51
The townsfolk gather for Sunday services, shooting uneasy looks
in the direction of the Indian encampment.
EXT. TREATY COUNCIL AREA - DAY (SAME TIME) 51A
Mike rides into sight, wearing the grey dress and accessories, drawing
looks from the Indians.
She's uncomfortably aware of the attention, realizing that the churchgoers,
including Chivington and the other officers, are watching , too.
EXT. TREATY COUNCIL AREA - MIKE'S POV - DAY (SAME TIME) 51B
... Sully sitting by a fire with Chief Black Kettle, who leans toward
Sully and confers with him, obviously about her.
EXT. CHURCH - DAY (SAME TIME) 51C
She hurries her horse to the church, where everyone pretends to
go about their business. Only the very pregnant Emily smiles and
waves, but her husband literally pulls her hand out of the air and
leads her away. To Mike's relief, the Coopers approach. Matthew
gets waylaid by some pretty teenage girls, but Charlotte comes up
with Colleen and Brian.
You sure look grand.
Grand enough to be in Boston.
Mike glances around. No one is dressed even nearly as nice as she.
No hat so fancy, no shoes so new, no collar so white. Mike gets
the message. She takes off her pretty hat and gloves and reluctantly
puts them into her saddle bag, trying not to crush them as she does
-- an impossible task. She turns for Charlotte's appraisal.
That'll have to do.
They start through the crowd. Charlotte introduces Mike to some
folks -- "Meet the new Doc," -- and Mike introduces herself
to others -- "How do you do, I'm Dr. Quinn."... A few
people are barely polite. The others make no pretence, snubbing
her openly, treating her like a pariah. This includes Loren Bray,
His wife, Maude, and Hake Slicker and his wife, a small, mousey
woman. They pass Mike by as if she wasn't there.
She keeps her chin up for appearances, but she's hurting.
there's a commotion from the direction of main street. The bartender,
HANK, yells out...
Hey, Slicker, got a shot fella here!
Instinctively, Mike starts toward them, but Slicker steps ahead
of her, as do Chivington and the officers. The other townspeople
follow and she mush push her way through them.
EXT. SALOON 51D
The churchgoers converge on a gathering of 'saloon goers' -- cowboys,
drifters, the redheaded Myra and the other bar girl -- focused on
a wounded man lying on the ground.
He caught a ricochet slug out hunting.
Mike steps forward.
I'm a doctor.
They all ignore her, as Slicker bends down, probes the man's shoulder
would roughly. The man groans. Slicker stands.
Git him over to the shop.
A couple of the men pick him up and carry him toward the barber
shop, Slicker and most of the crowd following. Mike is left standing
with Myra and the other bar girl. Hank turns to them and in a tone
reserved for stray dogs...
You women, go on, git!... Shoo!
A look of empathy passes between Mike and Myra, before the latter
turns and goes back in the saloon.
EXT. BARBER SHOP - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 51E
Mike comes up behind the crowd watching Slicker prepare to remove
the bullet. Maude, out of breath and abnormally flushed, breaks
away to fan herself with her hankie. Then her face twists with pain
and she clutches at her chest.
Mike springs into action, hurrying to catch Maude as she starts
to collapse. Mike eases Maude to the ground, then quickly opens
her medical bag and dons her stethoscope. She applies the end tot
he semi-conscious Maude's chest. It takes a moment for the others
to realize what's going on, but then...
He yanks the stethoscope from her.
Get away from my wife!
Mike grabs the stethoscope back.
Your wife is ill.
Loren wrestles Maude away from Mike and pulls her to her feet.
It's just one of her spells.
Her heart is pounding.
'Course it is.
Yer alright, ain't ya?
She sees Mike and forces herself to rally...
Just all the 'citement.
With effort, she brushes her skirt off, straightens her hat.
You have an arrhythmia...
Loren interrupts, hustling Maude off and into their store...
Mind your own business!
This is my business.
... but the door slams behind them. Just then, an agonized howl
comes from the barber shop. Mike looks over toward the wounded man,
then back to where Maude just disappeared, powerless to help either
EXT. CHURCH - DAY (LATER) 51F
Mike is the first to return to the church. As she nears, she sees...
MIKE'S POV - SULLY
... in the cemetery, kneeling down in prayer before two hand-carved
EXT. CHRCH - CEMETERY - DAY (SAME TIME) 52
The wolf sees Mike. His awareness transfers immediately to Sully,
who looks up, unruffled, stands. Mike takes this as permission to
There are some things in the cabin that belong to you.
Nothin' I want.
He heads off with the wolf.
What did Chief Black Kettle say to you when I rode by?
Sully stops, looks back.
Wanted to know who you were.
What did you tell him?
That you were a medicine woman come from the East.
And what did he say to that?
Among whites, only men make medicine, so you must be a crazy white
For the first time, he cracks a slight smile, then starts off again
with the wolf. This time, she lets him go...
EXT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - DAY 53
Mike comes from the cabin at dawn, wearing a plain, broadcloth dress
and a shawl around her shoulders. Her hair is loose and flyaway.
Except for Charlotte, none of the townspeople would take me seriously
as a doctor.
INT. HOMESTEAD - BARN - DAY (SHORT TIME LATER) 54
Mike enters and throws some cornmeal from a sack, away from the
chickens, then hurriedly collects their eggs as they leave their
nests to eat.
I was beginning to think Chief Black Kettle might be right. Maybe
I was crazy.
EXT. HOMESTEAD - DAY (SHORT TIME LATER) 55
Mike struggles to balance full water buckets with the shoulder yoke,
as she comes up from the streets.
I had come to Colorado Springs to be a pioneer doctor, but I was
fast becoming just a pioneer.
INT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - DAY (SHORT TIME LATER) 56
Mike strokes the stove, then cracks some eggs into a frying pan.
They sizzle. She takes a loaf of bread from the oven. It's lopsided
and the crust is burnt. She flips the eggs over easy, then saws
off a slice of bread. She slides the eggs onto a plate, with the
bread and a dollop of Charlotte's preserves, and sits down to eat.
Fork up... there's a POUNDING on the door, startling her.
Who is it?
Mike rushes to the door, flings it open.
Ma needs your help.
EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - DAY (LATER) 57A
Mike gallops along behind Matthew, her medical bag tied firmly behind
INT. EMILY'S BEDROOM - DAY (LATER) 58
Emily writhes on the bed, in the throes of birth. She's chalky pale
and delirious from acute pain, passing in and out of consciousness,
losing strength. Charlotte wipes her forehead with a damp cloth,
as Mike rushes in and immediately takes Emily's pulse.
The baby's crownin', but it just won't come on down. I tried moving
it, but nothin' helps.
Mike takes a stethoscope from her bag and listens first to Emily's
heartbeat, then to her bulging belly. She moves the scope around
in vain, rips it from her ears.
We're losing them.
She grabs a bottle of carbolic acid from her bag.
Expose her abdomen and wipe it with this.
Charlotte snaps into action, following orders, as Mike takes other
items from her bag -- swabs, chloroform, scalpel -- then takes the
carbolic acid from Charlotte and douses both their hands and arms
and dips the scalpel in. At the sight of the scalpel, Charlotte
demurs, lowering her voice.
You're not fixin' to cut her?
There's no choice.
I don't know...
I know what I'm doing. Now, take this...
She then saturates a swab with chloroform and hands it to Charlotte.
... and hold it over her nose.
Charlotte complies. Almost immediately, Emily stops moaning, Mike
takes up the scalpel.
Charlotte backs off. Mike takes a breath... then cuts. Charlotte
doesn't flinch. Mike works swiftly and has the baby out. It's all
blue. She hands it to Charlotte.
Clear it's windpipe. Massage it.
Mike starts sewing Emily up, one eye on her, the other on the baby.
Charlotte is doing what she can to stimulate circulation and breath,
but to no avail.
Press it's chest. Gently. Up and down.
Charlotte does. Emily starts to come to. Mike holds the needle and
thread in one hand, then applies the chloroform again with her other.
She goes back to stitching. The baby is sill not breathing.
Hold it upside down and slap it's back.
Charlotte looks at Mike like she's crazy.
By it's heels! Do as I say!
Mike keeps stitching. Charlotte turns the baby upside down and slaps
it on the back. Nothing. Charlotte looks at Mike.
Charlotte repeats the SLAP. This time, the baby make a guttural
sound. Mike and Charlotte react. Charlotte tries yet again, and
this time, the baby begins to cry. The relief is palpable. As Charlotte
cleans and swathes the baby, Mike finishes stitching and clips the
thread. Emily comes to again. This time, Mike lets her. She quickly
bandages the incision and covers Emily, who's now looking confused
at Mike's presence. Charlotte goes to her.
You're both fine. The doc saved your lives.
Emily looks to Mike and smiles feebly.
You have a beautiful new son, Emily.
Charlotte places the baby in Emily's arms, then joins Mike at the
foot of the bed. They grin at one another, then spontaneously hug...
END OF ACT TWO
EXT. BARBER SHOP - DAY 59
Mike rides into view, passers-by still looking on her as an oddity.
Pumpkins are stacked in front of Bray's store. Fallen leaves everywhere
Emily healed well, and the baby thrived. But still, no patients
came to me. They were curious enough...
She reins her horse in front of the barber shop and dismounts. Jake
Slicker leans against the barber pole, shooting the breeze with
... but certain influential citizens managed to hold sway over the
She goes up to Slicker.
Good morning, Mr. Slicker.
I'm in need of your professional services, sir. I'm hoping you can
find time for me in your busy schedule. The locals look to him for
Don't cut women's hair.
They look back at Mike.
Oh, no, sir. It's your medical services I'm in need of. I can't
seem to cure this toothache of mine.
Her hand goes to her left cheek.
I'd appreciate a second opinion, one doctor to another.
The locals look back at Slicker, who can't resist the homage.
Come on inside. I'll take me a look.
She goes in first, followed by Slicker, then the locals, whose ranks
INT. BARBER SHOP - DAY (SAME TIME) 60
Mike takes a seat in the lone barber chair.
It's the one...
Her hand goes to her right cheek.
Thought it were yer left side.
It is... I mean, it's both sides really... But this side's the worst.
He tilts the chair back unceremoniously. She notices a bandana around
his hand, the skin inflamed around it.
Nasty cut you have there.
She opens her mouth. He looks and probes with all the delicacy of
What do you suggest?
She sits up straight, unpleasantly surprised.
There's no other alternative?
You asked for my say, you got it.
Well, yes... Of course... I'm sure you're quite right.
She hesitates, but sees the locals staring at her expectantly. She
knows her next words will be fateful.
... so I entrust myself entirely to your estimable care.
She leans back in the chair.
He reacts. MURMURS amongst the townsfolk. Slicker accepts the challenge
and fetches his grungy tooth pliers. Mike opens wide. Slicker angles
with the pliers, takes hold of a tooth.
Mike closes her eyes, braces herself. He yanks, then tugs, then
yanks again. Sheer torture. Nothing clean about this; it's a bloody
battle. Mikes hands grip the chair arms in agony. The locals look
on calmly, expecting her to cry out, but she manages not to oblige
them. Finally, the tooth pops out. Slicker holds it up like a vanquished
enemy. MURMURS of approval. He shoves a wad of cotton in to stop
the bleeding, then holds out the tooth to Mike.
She takes it, forces herself to get up. Her speech is affected slightly.
I believe I feel better already.
Someone leans in to see the tooth. She gladly gives it to him.
What do I owe you, Mr. Slicker?
She get the money from her bag, along with a jar of salve. She hands
them both to him.
(re: the salve)
This ointment will help clear up that infection.
(before he can reply)
Thank you, again, Mr. Slicker. And have a fine day.
She starts to go, but a LOCAL holds her tooth out to her.
She turns and sees the bloody trophy. She forces a smile, takes
Thank you, sir. I'd say I earned it, wouldn't you?
EXT. BARBER SHOP - DAY (SAME TIME) 61
She exits, tooth in hand. The smile drops. Her jaw's killing her.
She looks up to find Maude stocking goods in front of the General
Store. Her professional concern outweighs her discomfort.
How are you feeling, Mrs. Bray?
There's nothin' wrong with me.
She goes inside. Mike sighs, her jaw reminding her of her own condition.
INT. CHARLOTT'S KITCHEN - DAY (SHORT TIME LATER) 62
Charlotte's busy making mincemeat pies, now rolling out the dough.
A KNOCK at the door:
Mike enters and sits on a stool.
You're lookin' a little peak-ed.
I just had a tooth pulled.
(avoiding Charlotte's eyes)
Jake Slicker said it had to go.
Charlotte turns to get some walnuts and a mallet, shooting Mike
a suspicious sideways glance.
Wasn't nothin' wring with your tooth, was there?
Mike stops and looks at her, confessing...
(tsks, tsks Mike)
Shame on you. Lettin' that bully yank a perfectly good tooth outta
You're quite right.
On the other hand...
(smiles to herself)
...I bet my bottom dollar you shook him right up.
You think so?
Charlotte uses the mallet to crack the walnuts, offering some to
Mike. They eat as they talk...
Why, sure. What you did took guts. A man can't ignore that.
How did your husband die?
He didn't. He's alive and kickin' for all I know.
But they call you Widow Cooper
That's the townsfolks' way of bein' polite.
My husband and I, we had a farm near Topeka. Took us four years
to make a go of it, then one day he upped and sold it. Didn't even
ask me. Just came in one mornin' and told me we was goin' minin'
for gold on Pike's Peak.
My fiance never once mentioned the war until the evening he came
to dinner dressed in an officer's uniform and announced he was leaving
in two days.
(shakes her head)
Can't be dependin' on men.
She wallops a walnut with the mallet.
When the minin' went bust, my husband lost his good sense and disappeared
with my money sock.
I'm sorry, Charlotte.
What's done is done.
What about your man?
He was a doctor. I met him at the hospital. Before that, I was always
too busy with my work to pay much attention to the parties like
my sisters. And even when I did, the boys never asked me to dance.
They thought I was too...
Mike smiles wistfully, nods.
But, I wasn't about to give up being a doctor, so I gave up the
How come you didn't get married?
He was killed in the war.
Charlotte nods. They sit there quietly, then...
It's funny... It don't seem to matter how you lose 'em. The pain's
Mike nods. They sit, contemplative, in the dim, cool, silence...
OMITTED 63 - 67
EXT. CHURCHYARD - DAY (SHORT TIME LATER) 68
The treaty council is over. The camp has been broken and only a
few stragglers remain. Sully walks toward the main street, the wolf
at his side, as Mike rides from the other direction. She reins up
when they come parallel.
What happened? Is it over?
It's over alright.
Did they reach an agreement?
In a manner of speakin'. Chivington threatened war, 'less Black
Kettle surrendered to a reserve south of Sand Creek.
Chivington's tryin' to impress the brass in D.C. Get 'em to grant
statehood, so he can be the first governor.
With that, he and the wolf walk on. Mike's getting used to this
sort of departure. She looks once again at the retreating Cheyenne,
then urges her horse on.
EXT. HOMESTEAD - DAY 69
Mike is chopping wood, when a rider appears in the distance. It's
Jake Slicker. She walks to the cabin and waits for him, next to
her little brass plaque "M. QUINN, M.D."...
Another month passed, and still no patients. But then Jake Slicker
paid me a visit. As I watched him approach, I know there was only
one reason he'd ride all the way out to my place. He didn't want
any of the townspeople to see him talking to me.
Jake rides up and reins in his horse. He reaches into his pocket
and tosses her something. She catches it. It's the jar of salve
she gave him. He holds up his hand.
Did the trick.
I'm glad to hear it.
How's yer teeth?
Just fine, thank you.
May I offer you some refreshment?
Naw. Gotta git back.
His horse pulls at the bit restlessly, as if on cue, but Slicker
hesitates, then offhandedly...
Ya know Robert E.?
Ya might wanna ask him 'bout his lumbago next time yer in town.
He didn't even want to sell me a horse.
Yeah... well... fact is...
(spits it out)
...I told him to let ya take a look at it.
I'm sick and tired 'a hearin' him carry on.
Mike realizes the import of the moment.
I'll see what I can do.
Slicker nods, then turns his horse abruptly and rides off. She watches
EXT. LIVERY - ANOTHER DAY 70
Mike rides up and dismounts, leading her horse inside...
INT. LIVERY - DAY (SAME TIME) 71
... where Robert E. finishes shoeing a horse. He checks the fit,
lowers the horse's leg and pats the animal reassuringly. Mike keeps
a distance, her black bag in hand.
He puts the newly shod horse into a stall. Mike pats her horse's
I want to thank you for selling me such a fine horse.
But she's sound.
He closes the stall and busies himself with moving some tack.
This sort of work must be hard on the joints.
It could certainly aggravate a case of lumbago.
I understand you have a touch of it yourself.
Would you mind if I...
She reaches for his arm. He pulls away.
Don't want no female doctor.
(a beat, ironic)
Of all the men in this town, I thought you might understand what
it's like to be judges unfairly.
She turns to go.
She stops. A beat, then he holds out his arm to her. She puts her
bag on the ground, then manipulates his elbow, the hand, then fingers.
Does that hurt?
Don't feel good.
She examines his hands closely, both ides, then pointing to his
You see this swelling?
It's called arthritis.
She picks up her bag and takes out some folded paper packets.
I've got some medicine that will help take the swelling down and
relieve some of the pain.
Ya can't fix it?
He's disappointed and skeptical. She hands him the packets, then
But these will make it better.
He takes them, shrugs.
Guess it'll do 'til the new doc gets here.
The Reverend said he put out 'nother advertisement.
Mike nods to herself, picks up her horse's reins and leaves abruptly.
OMITTED 72 - 73
EXT. CHURCH - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 74
Mike rides up, disrupting an outdoor quilting bee of the town ladies,
including Maude, Mrs. Slicker and Emily, all seated around a large
stretched hoop with a nearly-finished quilt in it, stitching their
share. The gathering is presided over by the Reverend. Mike dismounts
and barrels right up to him.
I demand to know why you've placed another advertisement for a doctor
when that position has already been filled.
I don't mean to offend you, Miss Quinn...
... but that is a matter of opinion.
Whose opinion? Have you polled my patients?
I'm not aware of...
Jake Slicker, Emily Donovan, Brian Cooper, Robert E....
I think we should calm down...
I'm perfectly calm, and I'm waiting for an answer.
But she's not going to get it, because up runs Brian, frantic.
It's Ma! A rattler got her in the cellar.
INT. COOPER HOUSE - CHARLOTTE'S BEDROOM - DAY (LATER) 76
A small alcove, spare, but surprisingly feminine, with frilly curtains,
and porcelain figurines. Charlotte's in bed, white as the sheets,
struggling to breath, barely conscious. Matthew and Colleen hover
worriedly over their mother's forearm, which is grossly swollen
and turning an ugly shade of purple.
Suddenly, Mike and Brian burst in. Mike's a flurry of action, taking
one look at the arm, then checking gums, eyes, and finally leaning
her ear right onto Charlotte's chest for a heartbeat. She's appalled
at the gravity of her condition.
I need a big bucket of cold water...
He takes off.
... and a glass of cider.
Colleen runs out, just as the Reverend and Maude enter, the Reverend
urging the others behind them to wait outside. He then goes to Charlotte's
side and begins to pray. Mike glances at Brian, sees his fear, then
gestures to Charlotte's good arm.
Come here and hold your mother's hand for me.
He does as he's told, feeling useful. Mike takes some of the water
from the basin into a mortar cup and adds some sort of powder. She
stirs, making a gooey plaster, then applies it to the bite. Charlotte
moans, manages to focus on Mike.
What're you all doin' here?
You were bitten by a rattlesnake.
You're going to be fine.
Mike looks at Charlotte, but can't answer, instead busies herself
bandaging the plaster. She then fishes for some pills from her bag
and crushes them, just as Colleen returns with the cider. She drops
the crushed pill powder into the cider and hands it to Colleen,
as Matthew enters with the bucket.
Help your mother drink that.
Put the bucket under her arm.
He does. Mike lowers Charlotte's arm into the water. Charlotte goes
limp, the cider dribbling down her cheek.
Mike is there with the stethoscope, listening to Charlotte's chest,
but Charlotte revives.
Please... Take care of my children.
A look between the Reverend and Maude, surprised. Another between
Colleen and Brian, frightened.
Overwhelmed. She leans in close to Charlotte's ear, panicked, and
whispers, searching the feelings that are flooding her, stumbling
on the words...
Charlotte, not me, I mean, I don't know anything about children,
raising them, they don't teach you that in medical school... Besides,
you're going to be fine.
A beat. Mike stares at the dying woman, then...
is touched by this commitment, in spite of herself.
Charlotte reaches for the children. They all hug her, as she loses
consciousness again, and her breath lapses into the "death
rattle". Brian starts to cry, then Colleen.
Mike rummages desperately in her medical bag for something -- anything
-- that might help. She pulls out another packet of powder, her
hand shaking as she tries to pour some into a cup.
The Reverend puts his hand on hers to stop her, a plea in his eyes
o let these last moments be. She puts the medicine down.
OMITTED 77 - 78
END OF ACT THREE
EXT. CHURCHYARD CEMETERY - DAY - LONG SHOT 79
The day is as beautiful as it is sad. Bright sunshine and a cooling
breeze play over the two dozen mourners, including Maude, Emily
and her baby, Horace, all gathered around Charlotte's grave site.
Mike and the children stand together, distraught, as the Reverend
offers some inaudible final words...
Sully and his wolf stand on the periphery.
ANOTHER ANGLE - CLOSER
The Reverend hands a shovel to Matthew who digs a token scoop and
tosses it in. Mike is next to Matthew and automatically reaches
for the shovel, but he resists giving it to her and, instead, passes
it to the next man, Jake Slicker, who likewise shovels a scoop.
Mike swallows the slight. She looks to where Sully and the wolf
were standing, but they're gone...
EXT. HOMESTEAD - DAY 81
Matthew drives the Cooper's buckboard up to the cabin. A somber
Colleen sits beside him. All their worldly goods are in the rear
of the wagon, on top of which sits Brian, melancholy. Mike comes
out to greet them, but before she has a chance, Matthew is unhitching
The horses belong to us. So does everything else. We're free to
take it all when we leave.
You just got here.
He leads the horses to the barn...
I'm sleepin' out here.
... disappearing inside.
I don't wanna stay here.
(climbing down from the buckboard)
Well, you got no choice.
Matthew comes out of the barn and over to the wagon.
There's room for a cow.
Yes, well... The truth is I don't know how to take care of one.
But you know how to take care of us.
Now, just a minute, Matthew. I never claimed to know anything about
being a mother...
You're not our mother.
I didn't mean that. You know what I mean. I'm not good at homemaking.
But then, most doctors aren't. And that's what I am, a doctor.
Now, I was hoping we could all learn from one another. I'm willing
if you are.
I wanna go home.
Brian jumps down from the wagon and starts running, off into the
He keeps on running. She takes off after him. So does Matthew. He
overtakes her, then Brian, collaring him.
Where do you think you're goin'?
I'm runnin' away to live with the Cheyenne!
Brian struggles, flailing and kicking. Mike catches up and wrests
him away from Matthew, hugging him to her. They grapple, but Mike
hangs on. Finally, Brian grabs hold of her and cries. Mike strokes
his hair. Matthew is uncomfortable with this show of emotion. When
Mike looks at him, he avoids her eyes and heads back to the cabin...
OMITTED 82 - 85
EXT. GENERAL STORE -DAY 86
Mike and the Cooper children arrive in the buckboard, Matthew at
(as if composing as she goes along)
Dear Mother, I know that in the past I was... unresponsive to your
wish that I learn more about childrearing, however a certain...
turn of events has reversed my attitude and I would appreciate any
and all advice on the subject.
EXT. GENERAL STORE - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 87
Mike is at one side of the store, ordering some supplies from Maude,
when there's a CRASH of glass and a squabble breaks out by the candy
counter. Bray grabs Brian by the collar.
You clumsy fool!
Let go of him!
Mike hurries over and sees glass and penny candy all over the floor.
He broke one of my candy jars!
It was an accident!
He climbed up on that stool after I told him not to!
Did you disobey Mr. Bray?
I just wanted to look.
Not the answer she'd hoped to hear. She looks back down at the mess.
What's the damage?
Jar's worth a dollar. Holds a hundred candies, that's another dollar.
It was only half full, Loren.
He glares at her, then to Mike...
Please add it to my bill.
Durn straight I will, but who's gonna clean up this mess?
Mike looks at Brian.
I don't know how.
Then you'll learn.
Mike gets a broom and hands it to Brian.
I hate you!
This stings, but Mike doesn't waver. She turns to Colleen.
Go on with your shopping.
Colleen gives Bray a dirty look, then goes to the notions counter,
as Mike and Maude return to the staples counter. Bray heads for
some customers in the hardware area at the rear, grumbling as he
Maude goes back to filling Mike's list, both studiously ignoring
Brian's cleanup attempt. Maude reaches for a large sack of flour,
hoisting it onto the counter. Mike gestures to the candy mess behind
Was the truth.
Maude hoists another bag, this one beans. She pauses, looking flushed.
Maude looks at her, then glances toward the rear of the store to
see if Loren's watching. He's not. Lowering her voice...
My heart does pound. Jus' like ya said.
How often does it happen?
More 'n more regular. Once, maybe twice a week.
Mike nods, then furtively takes a packet from her medical bag and
gives it to Maude.
It's a powder called digitalis. Take a pinch of it whenever your
heart starts to speed up. It'll help slow it back down.
Maude looks at the packet, hesitant, but then pockets it.
It's all I have, but I'll send to Chicago for more.... And, Maude,
you can't work so hard.
Maude sees Loren approaching with the other customers. She abruptly
turns and continues to fill Mike's list, hoisting another heavy
bag onto the counter...
INT. TELEGRAPH OFFICE - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 87A
Horace is busy at his desk, when Mike enters.
Good morning, Horace. I have a letter to post.
She holds out an envelope to him.
He nods, taking it, weighing it.
Think I'm losin' my hearin'.
You should let me take a look.
She comes around the counter.
It won't hurt.
He's reluctant, but also worried enough to let her.
She opens her bag and gets out an ear scope. She peers into his
I see the problem.
She fishes in her bag for some tweezers.
She reaches into his ear with the tweezers, removes something and
dispenses with it into the waste bin.
You had more wax in there than an ear plug.
(he can hear now)
She puts away her tools.
Will you take some stamps for the ear, Doc?
Actually, I need to send a telegram to Chicago, then we can call
She writes on a slip of paper...
Sounds fair to me.
... and hands it to him. He reads...
Some kinda med'cine?
That's right. And it's very important.
I'll git it right out.
Thank you, Horace.
EXT. SALOON - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 88
Mike heads back to the General Store, passing the Saloon. There's
a narrow passage between it and the next building from which comes
MYRA'S VOICE (O.S.)
Mike stops, looks.
MIKE'S POV / MYRA
Myra, pale and distraught, stands at a side door.
Ya gotta help me.
Mike starts toward her, but suddenly the bartender, Hank, appears,
What d'ya think yer doin'?
He roughly hauls the girl inside, slamming the door shut. Mike's
indignant. She comes back to the front and enters the saloon's swinging
INT. SALOON - DAY (SAME TIME) 89
Activity freezes. All eyes are on Mike. She goes up to Myra, who
glances fearfully at Hank.
Gonna have to ask ya to leave, Miss.
And I'm going to have to refuse.
Where can we talk?
The girl glances toward the rear.
Ladies ain't allowed.
I'm not a lady. I'm a doctor.
INT. MYRA'S ROOM - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 91
It's a dingy little room with a basin stand, a rickety dresser and
a narrow bed. A few trashy outfits hand on pegs. Mike enters with
Myra and closes the door behind them.
The girl is literally shaking.
What's your name?
I'm Dr. Quinn.
I liked what ya said out there, 'bout not being a 'lady'.
I don't approve of male hypocrisy.
(doesn't know the word)
Tell me what's wrong.
I think I got... ya know...
A female problem?
Myra nods. Mike begins washing her hands in the basin.
Have you ever had an examination before?
Myra shakes her head, apprehensive.
There's nothing to be frightened of.
She looks for something to dry her hands on. Myra hurries to get
a clean embroidered hanky from a drawer, the only pristine thing
in the room. She gives it to Mike.
Thank you, Myra.
INT. SALOON - BACK HALLWAY - DAY (LATER) 92
Mike comes out. Myra follows, but Mike stops her.
I'll find my way out. I want you to get in bed and rest for at least
two days. An no...
(what word can she use?)
...activity for a month.
Hank's gonna be mad as hell.
You leave Hank to me.
She turns to go, but Myra puts a hand on her arm.
She goes back in the room, rummages in a dresser drawer and returns
with a 'pearl' necklace.
They ain't real, but they're purty.
Mike takes them.
They're lovely. Thank you.
I'm the one should say thanks.
Mike brushes away the girl's tears.
I'll check back in a week.
INT. SALOON - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 93
Mike comes from the back and, again, a HUSH falls. She goes up to
the bar, announcing --
Hank, I've given Myra orders to remain chaste for one month.
(doesn't know the word)
She doesn't 'work'.
A rustling of protest among the patrons.
She works for me.
A COWBOY calls out --
'Less you wanna take her place, lady.
LAUGHTER and leering. Mike turns to the room, cool.
I'm afraid that's not my line of work, gentlemen. As I said, I'm
a doctor. And I'll expect to be hearing from any of you who're foolish
enough to spend time with Myra before that month is up.
They get her meaning. So does Hank, and he's furious at having his
hands tied. He comes around the bar menacingly.
Wary, she starts for the door. He's right on her heels. The other
men rise and follow. Before she can make it to the swinging doors,
they converge, blocking her way. She's frightened, but tries to
keep her voice steady...
Get out of my way.
They push in closer. Mike can smell their sour odors. They can smell
her fear. SUDDENLY, one of the cowboys is jerked backward. WIDEN
TO REVEAL that Sully has him by the collar. The cowboy takes a swing,
but Sully decks him with one blow. A couple of the other cowboys
jump Sully, punches fly. Sully takes a hit, but dispenses with both
cowboys in short order.
As the three cowboys pick themselves up, the others back away...
except for one glory seeker whose hand goes to his holster.
I ain't 'fraid of ya, mountain man.
The wolf tenses, but Sully signals him to stay put. In a lightning
flash, the cowboy goes for his gun, but Sully moves even faster,
hurling his tomahawk, knocking the gun from the cowboy's hand before
he can pull the trigger. The cowboy is stunned. So are the others.
They all back off. Sully picks up his tomahawk and escorts Mike
EXT. GENERAL STORE 93A
... and over to the store. Sully is unruffled, but Mike glances
back over her shoulder nervously. No one follows. The kids sit on
the boardwalk, next to the wagon filled with supplies, as they come
Brian cleaned up good.
Mike, still shaken, just nods, then to them all...
Get in the wagon.
Colleen and Matthew exchange a look as they do. Brian sulks, climbs
in the back of the wagon. Mike turns to look at Sully.
Sully looks back at her, and she gets that same uneasy feeling she
always has in his presence. He just nods and walks off with the
wolf at his side. Mike watches him for a moment, then climbs into
the wagon seat next to Matthew.
OMITTED 94 - 95
EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - DAY (LATER) (DUSK) 96
The buckboard rolls along. Mike looks preoccupied, but then glances
back to Colleen, perched up close behind the seat, and gives her
a reassuring smile. She then looks back to Brian, way at the rear
of the wagon, but he angrily turns away.
INT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - DAY 97
Mike awakens at dawn and pulls on her clothes, plus a heavy coat
against the chill air and goes to the stove to stoke it up. Beside
it, Brian's cot is empty. Not even the blanket. She checks the wardrobe
box beneath. It's empty. She hurries outside...
EXT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - DAY (SAME TIME) 98
... and looks in all directions.
Colleen appears behind her, sleepy, at the door. Mike runs for the
INT. BARN - DAY (SAME TIME) 99
Matthew is just coming out in his longjohns, as Mike rushes in and
begins saddling her horse.
Ride into town and get the reverend to organize a search party.
Colleen enter to hear...
Brian's run away.
Mike tightens the last cinch on the saddle and swings up onto her
horse, an old hand now at riding western, skirts and all.
Do as I say, Matthew.
She rides out...
EXT. BARN - DAY (SAME TIME) 100
... urging her horse to action...
... galloping out across the meadow and disappearing into the woods...
END OF ACT FOUR
EXT. WOODS - DAY 101
Mike rides deep into the woods, looking, listening, calling...
She's been at this for some time. The sun is low in the sky, and
the terrain starts to elevate here. The air has turned cold. Frustration
plays across Mike's face. Her voice cracks...
Nothing. Just the WIND, a BIRD CALL and silence. Suddenly, and seemingly
from out of nowhere, she's surrounded by Cheyenne Indians. She's
stunned by their lightning appearance. They stare. She stares.
EXT. INDIAN CAMP - NIGHT 102
The scouting party rides in with Mike, gathering looks as they pass
the campfires of several teepees.
INT. CHIEF'S TEEPEE - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER) 103
Mike is brought inside by one of the braves and pushed to a sitting
position in front of Chief Black Kettle. On one side of him sits
a wizened old man, wearing many amulets. On the other side sits...
Sully and his wolf. Mike's not surprised to see him there.
Please, tell them to let me go.
Sully says something in Cheyenne to the brave, still standing behind
Mike. He answers. Both Sully and Chief Black Kettle nod.
He says you were lost, so they brought you here for safe keeping.
I wasn't lost. Well, maybe I was, but I was looking for Brian. He
had it in his head to run off and live with the Cheyenne. He thinks
you live with the Indians, and you're his hero.
That's right. So he's out there somewhere, wandering around in the
cold with wild animals...
The Chief speaks, obviously want to know what's transpiring. Sully
explains at length in Cheyenne, as Mike waits. Her eyes go to...
... which is staring at her with an expression of uncanny intelligence.
Finally, Sully turns to her.
Chief Black Kettle says his people will search for the boy as soon
as it's light enough to see.
Mike looks directly at the Chief.
EXT. CAMPFIRE - LATER - NIGHT 104
Sully sits across a small fire from Mike. The wolf dozes lightly
at Sully's side, lifting it's head occasionally whenever the fire
POPS or a nightbird SINGS. Sully takes an ear of corn from the fire
and holds it out to her. She shakes her head.
I'm not hungry, thank you.
You plan on looking for the boy come sun-up?
Then you better eat, hungry or not.
He thrusts the corn at her again. This time she takes it. He takes
one, too, and settles back. They eat in silence for a moment, each
fully aware of the night, the fire, their proximity to one another...
The last time I ate corn-on-the-cob I was sitting on the banks of
the River Charles.
Are you ever homesick, Mr. Sully?
Do you think he'll be alright out there?
No way of really knowin'.
I let Charlotte down.
You done your best. Life just has a way of takin' its own course.
He tosses his finished cob into the fireplace and unrolls an Indian
blanket. It looks like he's going to cover himself with it, but
then he gets up and goes around to drape it around Mike's shoulders.
At his touch, she looks up at him. For the first time, she realizes
what the uneasy feeling around him has been about. The sexual tension
is at last overt. They feel the power of the attraction, as it hangs
in the balance between them...
Finally, they pull away at the same instant, she wrapping the blanket
around her tightly, he returning to his place and hunkering down.
He uses his pack for a pillow of sorts and closes his eyes. She
curls up on her side and closes her eyes, as well, but after a beat,
she opens them, staring across the fire at Sully. After another
beat, his eyes open and look right at her. Caught, she quickly turns
over, away from the feeling, away from those eyes...
OMITTED 105 - 106
EXT. HOMESTEAD - DAY 107
The townsmen are gathered at dawn on horseback, among them the Reverend,
Loren Bray and Jake Slicker. Matthew is saddles up, too, while Colleen
stands with some women.
We should spread out and meet up at the Sand Creek before dark.
No one disagrees. They head out.
watches them go.
EXT. WILDERNESS - DAY (LATER) 108
The sun's up bright now. Mike and Sully follow a deer trail. Sully
checks the underbrush for signs of Brian's passage. Mike scans the
area. The wolf sniffs the air.
EXT. HILLSIDE - DAY (SAME TIME) 109
Chief Black Kettle and a dozen braves comb the side of the brushy
EXT. WOODS - DAY (LATER) 110
The worry shows on his face in spite of his attempt to mask his
emotions in the presence of the other men.
His head keeps turning to look again where he has already looked
-- and again -- and again...
EXT. STREAM - DAY (SAME TIME) 111
Mike and Sully pause by the shallow running water. The wolf drinks.
He bends down, cupping his hand for the cool water, looking up as
he drinks, across to the other side.
On the opposite bank is a flicker of blue.
Sully stops drinking and squints to focus, then suddenly stands
and strides across the water, splashing Mike.
Then she sees that he's on to something. She wades across, unthinking
of her shoes or skirts. He bends to pick something up.
What is it?
He hands her a fragment of blue material. She examines it carefully,
then looks up at him.
Brian has a blue flannel shirt...
That's enough for Sully. He takes back the fragment and gives the
wolf a nod. It crosses to him. He lets it sniff the material, then
gives it the lead on that side of the creek. Mike and Sully follow
EXT. SAND CREEK - DAY (LATER) 112
Several of the Indian bands converge, including Black Kettle's.
EXT. HILLTOP - DAY (SAME TIME) 113
Matthew and the townsmen crest the hill, looking down on Sand Creek
in the distance. They spot the Indians and immediately fall back,
out of sight. Several men are quite agitated Bray foremost.
They're off the reserve.
Maybe it's a huntin' party.
And maybe it's a raidin' party.
Now, Loren, we've got enough trouble without you conjuring up an
The red man ain't kept his word yet to the white man.
I think you got that backwards, Mr. Bra.
Look here, son, we all know your ma was an Indian lover, God rest
her soul, but this ain't no time for sentiment.
MURMURS of agreement. Bias is definitely with Bray.
But Matthew's right. You're jumpin' to conclusions.
I see what I see.
There they are, plain as the nose on yer face.
(points to a young man)
Jeremy, get over to the fort and tell Colonel Chivington.
The boy nods, rides off.
EXT. WILDERNESS - DAY (LATER) 114
Mike and Sully are in a rockier area. Mike has trouble keeping up,
as the wolf moves steadily along, onto a scent.
QUICK DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. ROCKY RAVINE - DAY (SHORT TIME LATER) 115
The wolf is loping along now. Mike and Sully keep up, tense with
Suddenly, the wolf stops. They come up behind it. There's a drop-off
into a ravine. Mike leans over, trying to see.
Nothing... But then, a small voice, weak and faraway...
Mike looks to Sully. Tears sting her eyes. The wolf has found a
way down the steep slope. The scramble after it.
They climb, slipping, regaining footing, sliding part of the way,
but they arrive at an outcropping that's a sheer fall some twenty
feet to a small ledge. On that ledge is Brian, his leg badly broken...
Mike looks around frantically for a way to get to him, but there's
no access. Even the wolf paces, frustrated.
Sully sizes up the situation and determines to do the only thing
possible... scale the wall down to Brian. He takes off his shoes.
What're you doing?
He doesn't answer, just starts his descent. She holds her breath.
The wolf utters a whine of concern.
Almost losing his footing at every step, Sully slowly inches his
way down to Brian. He uses his tomahawk like a piton, wedging it
into cracks in the rocks for a grip he could never effect with his
hands alone. Finally, he gets to the boy.
ON SULLY AND BRIAN
Brian's in pain and shock, but he's cogent. Sully turns his back
and bends down.
Brian clutches Sully tight around the neck. Sully stands up. Brian
grasps in pain, his hold faltering.
Hang on tight!
Brian renews his grip. Sully starts to climb... Slowly, precariously,
he crawls up the side of the rock... finally coming close enough
to the top for Mike to grab both of tem and pull them over.
She hugs Brian to her, both crying. The wolf licks Brian. Sully
watches a beat, then Mike pulls herself together, the doctor in
her taking over.
His leg is broken. I'll need a splint.
He goes to find that, as Mike tears Brian's pantleg away from the
break, careful to move it as little as possible.
You're all right, Brian, but I'm going to have to set your leg so
we can move you.
She strokes his hair, as Sully returns with a stick. The wolf hasn't
moved from Brian's side.
(to Sully, meaningfully)
Will you hold him, please.
Sully places himself behind the boy's head, first slipping a smaller
stick between his teeth, then holding his upper body gently, but
firmly. Brian reaches out and hangs onto the wolf. He squeezes his
eyes shut, tries not to show the pain, but...
CLOSE ON BRIAN
... and he bites through he stick with a CRACK, when the bone in
his leg is forced back into place.
EXT. SAND CREEK - DAY (LATER) 116
The sun is low, as most of the Cheyenne have converged.
They're spotted by a brave, and quickly the Cheyenne are coming
toward them, helping them, carrying Brian.
They're brought to Chief Black Kettle, who smiles at Brian. Brian
Suddenly, word of another arrival spreads. They look to see...
EXT. HILL CREST - DAY (SAME TIME) 116A
...Colonel Chivington and twenty uniformed calvary soldiers ride
to the crest of the hill. The townsmen come forward at the arrival
of the soldiers.
CLOSE ON MATTHEW
who sees Mike, Sully and Brian.
He takes off, galloping down the hill.
Colonel Chivington fears losing the moment, gives the command...
The soldiers roar down the hill.
EXT. SAND CREEK - DAY (SAME TIME) 116B
The Cheyenne see them coming and scramble to their horses and weapons.
Mike grabs Brian, but Sully has beaten her to it. He heads for cover,
along with the wolf. Mike waves her arms at the calvary, signaling
furiously, trying her best to head off the impending disaster.
The soldiers overtake Matthew. As they THUNDER past him, he yells,
unheard for the pounding of the hooves...
He gallops after them.
Mike runs straight at the oncoming calvary.
Chivington's men see her and automatically balk.
is trying to calm his men, away from the confrontation when he realizes
what she's doing.
feels his men reining in.
hides Brian behind some rocks and looks back for Mike. He spots
her. With a hand gesture, he tells the wolf to stay put with the
boy, then runs for Mike.
is frightened by the onrushing horses, but she stands her ground,
waving to be heard. Just as the soldiers are about to overrun her,
they yank their horses to a stop. Behind them, Chivington has no
choice but to order...
Sully gets to her, as Chivington rides up. He addresses Sully.
You're interfering with government business!
Sully isn't about to steal Mike's thunder. He drawls, matter-of-fact...
Better talk to the lady.
Chivington glares, just as Matthew rides up.
This is a search party. My boy was lost, and these people tried
to help me find him.
That's what I was trying to tell you!
Behind Mike, the Indians stare benignly at the calvary soldiers,
who're convinced. Chivington realizes this with frustration.
The Cheyenne have broken federal law by leaving their reserve in
a number greater than two.
That's my fault, sir.
Please accept my apology.
She has him. Chivington's horse stomps and prances for a moment,
then he turns it abruptly.
(to his men)
They retreat back up the hillside. Mike runs to the rocks where
Brian is hidden and takes him in her arms. He hugs her around the
You sure told 'em, Dr. Mike.
Mike smiles and kisses his cheek, as Matthew rides up to them. He
jumps down and ruffles Brian's hair, then gently lifts his brother
onto his horse. He swings up into the saddle behind him, looks down
She knows how difficult that was for him and doesn't prolong the
Poor Colleen will be worried sick by now. Let's go home.
She swings up onto her horse, turns to find Sully standing there.
A look passes between them, then she rides off.
END OF ACT FIVE
EXT. GENERAL STORE - DAY 117
A cold, windy day, the sky threatening rain. Pumpkins are stacked
in front of Bray's store. The Cooper buckboard rolls into town with
Mike and the children. The stagecoach has just arrived, and cargo,
including mail bags, is being unloaded.
Brian's leg healed well. I wish I could say the same for relations
with the Cheyenne. The townspeople were fearful, and the soldiers
were spiteful, but with winter approaching, peace prevailed.
INT. GENERAL STORE - DAY (SHORT TIME LATER) 118
Mike checks a list of provisions, as she selects items. Colleen
admires some bolts of cloth held up by Maude, while Brian covets
something over in a glass case. Bray waits on the Reverend, who
buys tobacco for his pipe.
As for my practice, I'd had some, well, very challenging cases...
How's Mr. Stortle's pig?
Very well, thank you. I never knew pigs were so intelligent.
Heard farmers say they're smarter'n dogs.
But not wolves.
Didn't say wolves, did I?
The Reverend finishes his purchase and comes up to Mike.
Cancelled that advertisement.
She looks at him.
For a new doc. Don't see much point. Do you?
Colleen holds up a rose-colored material for Mike to see.
Do you like it?
I think it's lovely, but the important thing is, do you like it?
(barks at Mike)
Don't you want to know the price?
(ignores him, to Colleen)
Gonna make a dress for the Christmas dance?
Colleen looks to Mike hopefully. Mike nods. Colleen turns to Maude,
Eight yards, please.
Bray shakes his head in disapproval, as Maude measures it off and
(muttering to himself)
Such a thing as spoiling children.
Mike ignores him and goes to the glass case where Brian is still
transfixed. The Reverend comes over to look, too.
What's caught your fancy, Brian?
He points. In the rear of the case is a beautiful wood carving of
It looks like Sully's wolf.
It is. Sully's the one who carved it.
I thought he was a miner.
He's a misfit.
Then why sell his carving?
Didn't put it there.
He shoots a look at Maude, who looks uncomfortable.
It belonged to our...
Mike wants to ease the tense moment between the couple.
I'd like to buy it.
Bray turns on her, glaring, but then, without a word, he removes
it form the case and hands it to her. She, in turn, hands it to
Brian, who cradles it reverently. Mike goes to the counter to pay
her bill, as Maude retreats to pick up the bolt of material and
reaches to put it back on the shelf. As she does, she's stricken.
She staggers, grabbing at her shoulder with one hand, pulling the
bolt of material loose with the other, as she falls. Mike is around
the counter in a flash. Bray and the Reverend are right behind her.
Maude is intensely flushed, sweating, barely conscious. Mike cradles
Maude?... Maude, the powder, where is it?
Mike ignores him, raising her voice urgently.
Maude! Listen to me!
Bray tries to intervene physically...
We outta get her to bed.
...but Mike pushes him away.
Ya gonna jus' let her lie there on the floor?!
She shouldn't be moved!
Jake Slicker and other townspeople crowd into the store, watching
as Mike searches Maude's pockets frantically, finding nothing.
Maude, the powder!
Maude's eyes flicker open and she manages...
Hold her head up.
He obeys, as Mike bolts up and runs from the store.
EXT. GENERAL STORE - DAY (SAME TIME) 119
Mike runs as fast as she can, pushing past people, dashing into...
INT. TELEGRAPH OFFICE - DAY (SAME TIME) 120
...where she startles Horace at his desk.
(gasping for breath)
Horace... the mail bag...
Jus' came in.
He gestures to it beside his desk. She seizes it and upends it all
over the floor.
She scrambles onto the floor, searching through the mail.
Help me, Horace! We've got to find the medicine!
What's they hurry?
Please, help me!!
Her urgency convinces him to drop to his knees and help search.
Horace holds up an envelope with a smile.
Here's one from Boston, Massachusetts.
She grabs the letter, glances at it and shoves it in her pocket.
But I thought...
The medicine! From Chicago!
She resumes her search, as he double-checks her. Nothing.
It just ain't come yet.
She's frustrated, devastated, turns and runs back out.
INT. GENERAL STORE - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 121
Mike bursts back in and pushes her way behind the counter. Maude
is beet red and barely breathing. Even Loren is panicked now. He
makes way for her. She kneels beside Maude, who tries to speak,
but the effort is too much for her. Her eyes flutter... and she's
There's nothing I can do!!
She sees the look in Bray's eyes, as well as the faces of the others
peering down. Their faith had momentarily been in her, but she's
failed them. Failed Maude. Failed herself...
EXT. HOMESTEAD - NIGHT 122
A rain storm outside. THUNDER and lightning. Sheets of water pounding
I'd lost patients before, but never for want of a simple drug. This
sort of frontier justice was something I would never accept.
INT. HOMSTEAD - CABIN - NIGHT (SAME TIME) 123
Mike and the Coopers sit around the table, bundled against the cold
and damp. They've finished supper. Mike stares down at her plate,
hardly touched. Colleen is hand-stitching the beginnings of her
dance dress. She sees Mike's melancholy, tries to cheer her...
You still haven't read your letter.
Mike looks up, tries to rally. She pulls it from her pocket, opens
the envelope carefully and withdraws the pages.
That's what my mother calls me.
"Dear Michaela, I have just this moment received your letter
of November tenth. It's hard to believe we are nearly a month apart
by post. Anything I write will be obsolete..."
She looks up at their faces to see if the word stumps them. It does.
Obsolete is when something is over and done with for a long time.
"Anything I write will be obsolete by the time you read this,
but so be it... Mary is with child."
(to the children)
Mary's my oldest sister.
(back to the letter)
"The baby is due in May. Perhaps you'll return by then. I won't
pretend not to hope that you'll give up this lark. You are a civilized
woman, not some rustic. As for my advice on child rearing? Come
home, settle down and raise a family of your own..."
Mike stops reading, tears stinging her eyes. She leaves the table
and goes to her bed. She tries to stifle the tears, but can't. Her
shoulders shake. A hand on one make her look. It's Colleen. Mike
hugs her tight and weeps...
EXT. HOMESTEAD - NIGHT 124
An icy wind blows. The cabin is dark.
INT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - NIGHT (SAME TIME) 125
The household sleeps when...
... there's a POUNDING at the door, causing them all to jump.
Who is it?
Sully. Open up.
Mike lifts the door latch, and it bursts open. Sully is standing
there with two Cheyenne braves, who carry a wounded Chief Black
Kettle into the room and lay him on the table. His head, neck and
chest are covered with blood.
The wolf is last in and takes a post by the door, which is closed
against the cold by Sully. Brian goes to sit with the wolf, who
remembers him, as Matthew enters from the barn.
Mike is torn between her roles as doctor and guardian of the children,
but it's impossible to protect them from this reality. Colleen and
Matthew hang back, but observe throughout. Mike gets her medical
bag and examines the chief.
Chivington and his men ambushed their village. Burned it to the
ground. Massacred near everybody.
He has a bullet lodged in his neck.
Can you get it out?
I think so, but the swelling is starting to block his air passage.
He can't breathe. I'm going to have to do something about that first.
She hurriedly splashes carbolic acid on her hands, her scalpel and
the Chief's neck, then poises her knife to cut straight across the
front of his throat. One of the braves grips her hand, stopping
her. There's a heated exchange between Sully and the Indians. Finally,
the brave lets go.
You better know what you're doin'.
It's called a tracheotomy.
And she proceeds, seemingly cutting the Chief's throat, but in actuality,
freeing his windpipe. Everyone is stunned when no blood gushes out,
and in fact, the Chief begins to breathe through the opening. He
regains consciousness. She douses a cloth with chloroform and tries
to place it over his nose, but he pushes it away.
(continuing, to Sully)
Tell him it's so he won't feel the pain.
Sully translates. The Chief shakes his head.
He's not afraid of pain.
No time to argue. She discards the chloroform, picks up an instrument
and begins probing in his neck for the bullet. The Chief doesn't
make a sound.
Mike has to go deeper. Still not a whimper from Black Kettle. Finally,
she extracts the bullet and holds it up for all to see...
END OF ACT SIX
EXT. HOMESTEAD - NIGHT 126
Pre-dawn. A light snow is falling. The moon has set, but the first
hint of the rising sun touches the horizon. Light glows from inside
INT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - DAY (SAME TIME) 127
Chief Black Kettle lies on Mike's bed, swathed in blankets, asleep.
The braves sit on the floor by the stove. Colleen is asleep in her
clothes atop her cot. Matthew has fallen asleep sitting up on Brian's
cot. Brian is wide awake, watching the braves. Mike and Sully sit
at the table, conferring in low tones.
Soon as the sun's up, Chivington's men will search for Black Kettle's
body. When they don't find it, they'll come lookin'.
You can't move him. It could start the bleeding again. Besides,
I need to stitch up that tracheotomy when the swelling goes down.
Sully considers this, worrying out a solution. Mike watches him,
his intense concern.
What made you get so involved?
He looks into her eyes, deciding whether to open himself any further,
then looks over at the wolf.
See that wolf over there.
Mike looks to see it still sitting quietly with Brian.
People say it's evil, but it's been a friend to me. Same thing with
(looks back at Mike)
When the white man first set foot in these parts thirty years ago,
there was thousands of wolves. Government put a bounty on their
head. Now there's only a few hundred.
Way I see it, same thing's happenin' to the Indians.
We can hide Chief Black Kettle in the barn
INT. BARN - LATER (MOMENTS LATER) 129
The animals stir at their entrance, watching with wide eyes. Mike
leads the braves to Matthew's cot at the end of the stalls, where
they place the Chief. Mike covers Black Kettle with blankets as
the braves talk between themselves, then to Sully.
They want to know how long.
At least a day until the tissue binds enough.
Sully tells the Indians. They don't like it, but they have no choice.
You better go on back to the house.
Come with me, Brian.
Reluctantly, he goes out. A look between Mike and Sully, then she
follows. He hooks a rope latch on the barn door behind them.
INT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - LATER - DAY 130
Mike and the children make themselves busy, tense from the waiting.
Mike nervously gets up from some accounting at the table and goes
to look out the window.
EXT. HOMESTEAD - MIKE'S POV - DAY (SAME TIME) 131
A small band of soldiers rides up from the creek.
INT. BARN - DAY (SAME TIME) 132
Sully peers through the slats, watching...
INT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - DAY (SAME TIME) 133
Mike checks the room for anything that might give away Black Kettle's
You cleared all their tracks?
Every last one.
Colleen is suddenly struck with an unpleasant thought.
What if they recognize you from Sand Creek?
Mike looks back out the window, worried.
EXT. HOMESTEAD - MIKE'S POV - DAY (SAME TIME) 134
The soldiers are almost to the cabin.
INT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - DAY (SAME TIME) 134A
Mike hurries back to the table and sits. The others return to their
activity. A beat and the SOUND of horses and men outside. There's
a KNOCK at the door. Mike and the children exchange looks, as she
rises to answer it. Two muddy SOLDIERS, their uniforms still blood-splashed,
stand there. Two more wait on their horses.
(takes off his hat)
(with a western accent)
Kin I help ya?
This gets a quick look from the children.
We're looking from some renegades mighta come this way.
Injuns? 'Round these parts?
The Soldier looks past her into the cabin.
Sorry, but we got orders to search ev'ry house.
She swings the door wide.
He and the other soldier enter and look around. The children stop
and stare, keeping their cool. Satisfied, the men turn back to Mike
at the door.
If you see any renegades, send the boy...
He gestures to Matthew, which makes him bristle.
... to the fort.
The men leave. Mike closes the door after them. She waits a beat,
then goes to the window. The children join her.
EXT. HOMESTEAD - THEIR POV - DAY (SAME TIME) 135
The soldiers head out, passing the barn. One of them looks sideways
at it, then says something to the other.
OMITTED 136 - 137
INT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN (SAME TIME) 137A
Mike and the children tense.
EXT. HOMESTEAD - THEIR POV - DAY (SAME TIME) 137B
The soldiers turn their horses toward the barn.
INT. BARN - DAY (SAME TIME) 137C
Sully sees them coming. He says something to the two braves, who
spring into action, lifting Black Kettle from the cot.
EXT. BARN - WIDE ANGLE - DAY (SAME TIME) 137D
Both the front and rear of the barn are visible, though not to the
soldiers. As they near the front door, the braves slip out the back
with their horses and Chief Black Kettle, scrambling down a hillside
INT. BARN - DAY (SAME TIME) 137E
Sully is about to slip out with them, when the soldiers rattle the
front door. It's still latched.
EXT. BARN - DAY (SAME TIME) 137F
The soldiers push on the door, their suspicions rousing.
INT. BARN - DAY (SAME TIME) 137G
Sully wields his tomahawk and hurls it with precision to cut the
rope latch loose.
EXT. BARN - DAY (SAME TIME) 137H
The door gives. The soldiers shove their way inside....
INT. BARN - DAY (SAME TIME) 137I
...just as the rear door closes behind Sully, unseen to them. They
look around, then, satisfied, turn back to the door, exiting without
... stuck in the wall.
EXT. HILLSIDE - DAY (SAME TIME) 137J
Sully slides the last part of the way, ducking behind some bushes
with the Cheyenne, watching for the soldiers, who can be seen mounting
up in front of the barn and riding off.
EXT. BARN - DAY 137K
There's a foot of snow on the ground, but the sky is wedgewood blue.
Mike and the children watch, as the braves hoist Black Kettle onto
one of the Cooper horses.
Had to borrow one of your horses, son.
Proud to lend it.
Can't promise you'll get it back.
Sully turns to shake his hand.
You ma did a good job raisin' you up.
One of the braves swings up onto the horse with Black Kettle.
Ain't you ridin' with 'em, Sully?
'Fraid of horses.
(thinks he's kidding)
Yep. Always been.
(avoiding Mike's eyes)
Everybody's got somethin' they're 'fraid of, son.
The rest of the Cheyenne mount up.
CHIEF BLACK KETTLE
turns to Mike. Everyone is still. Only the RUSTLE of the horses
and the WHISTLE of the wind high in the pines. The Chief signs something
to Sully. She looks to him for translation.
He just gave you your Cheyenne name... 'Medicine Woman'.
She looks back at Black Kettle, moved by the tribute. The Chief
lifts his arm in farewell, and the Indians ride off toward the woods.
They watch them go.
What's he going to do now?
(staring after the Chief)
What he never wanted to do.
She looks at him.
They all stare after Black Kettle for a moment... then Sully signals
the wolf, which is instantly at his side.
I'll be goin'.
Mike seems like she wants to say something, but she doesn't know
what. He walks toward the creek and doesn't look back.
of the homestead, with Mike and the children by the barn and the
Cheyenne headed away in one direction, Sully in the other...
SLOW DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. HOMESTEAD - NIGHT 138
A snow storm rages, fast becoming a blizzard.
We didn't see Sully again after that. He seemed to disappear into
the winter... But with the winter came Christmas Eve.
INT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - NIGHT (SAME TIME) 139
Colleen sits long-faced in the rocker, all decked out in her now-finished
rose-colored dress, a pair of Mike's fancy shoes, a pretty comb
in her curled hair.
Colleen had looked forward to the church dance, but when the day
came, we were snowed in...
Mike, too, is dressed in her finest. It's been a while since she's
looked like this, and she likes it for a change. On the other hand,
Brian and Matthew squirm in their suits. The latter goes to the
window and check the weather.
Turnin' into a blizzard out there.
Can't we change outta these getups?
No! It's gonna let up any minute.
Colleen and Matthew glare at each other.
Is that any way to talk on the eve of Jesus' birthday?
They both look away, contrite. Mike goes to the window to confirm
Matthew's forecast. She turns to find Colleen crying.
Mike shoots him a look, then sits next to Colleen, putting an arm
around her shoulder.
Christmas isn't about parties, Colleen.
I know. I was just countin' on it for so long.
Mike nods, sympathetic.
How're we gonna get a tree to decorate?
You go out there, you're gonna get eatin' by the snow monster.
It's not about decorating trees either.
And it's sure not about dressin' fancy.
No... No, it's not. Though I don't think it will hurt to let God
see us cleaned up for a change.
The snow monster?
All right now... Let's sing Christmas carols.
No one responds, so she starts singing alone.
"Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright. Round
yon virgin, mother and child, holy infant so tender and mild. Sleep
in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace".
Her voice cracks, for the memories this stirs. The children are
alarmed, then ashamed. Colleen is the first to start singing...
"We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas..."
... then the boys join in.
"We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy New Year".
Mike finds a smile and joins them.
"Good tidings we bring to you and your kin... Good tidings
for Christmas and a happy New Year..."
EXT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - NIGHT 139A
INT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - NIGHT 140
Candles light the room, as they sit down to a supper of bread and
preserves. They bow their heads for grace.
Dear Lord, Grant us the strength to accept the misfortunes of this
past year. Please give us the courage to face the challenges that
lie ahead. Whenever possible, watch over and protect us from harm.
We thank you for bringing us together, for our good health and for
this bread... And, Lord, please tell Charlotte thank you for her
preserves. We think of her often and miss her dearly. Amen.
They look up.
It always sounds like you're talking to God like he was sittin'
here with us.
I'd like to think he is.
She passes around the meager dinner. Brian has something on his
Do you think Ma would mind if I called you Ma, too?
Matthew and Colleen react. Mike looks to them and gets their silent
No... I don't think she'd mind a bit.
A beat, broken by a SUDDEN KNOCKING on the door. They all jump,
startled at the unlikelihood of anyone being out on a night like
this. Brian looks frightened. Mike opens it and in blows a gust
of snow and with it a half-frozen Sully and the wolf.
Matthew pulls him inside and pushes the door closed against the
wind. They all stand staring at him in amazement, they in their
finery, he in his mountain man clothes covered with ice. Mike finally
Come by the fire.
She steers him next to the stove. A whining is HEARD. They look
to the wolf but it's not him. Sully manages to open his coat and
pulls from it a wolf puppy. He hands it to Brian. Sully manages
Brian cuddles the pup.
Sully has thawed enough to pull some brown paper-wrapped packages
from his coat. He hands two small ones to Colleen and Matthew. They
open them. Matthew's is a whittling knife. Colleen's is a carved
Thank you, Mr. Sully.
Lastly, Sully hands a larger package to Mike. She opens it. It's
a big, beautifully carved doctor's plaque which reads "M. QUINN,
M.D. -- MEDICINE WOMAN". Tears spring to her eyes.
Now, that's a shingle.
It certainly is... Thank you.
He nods, uncomfortable, then goes to the door and opens it. Snow
swirls in. He signals the wolf, as if to make one of his usual exits,
Please. Stay. Eat with us.
EXT. HOMESTEAD - CABIN - NIGHT (SAME TIME) 141
... standing in the doorway, Mike and the children beyond. A beat,
then he goes inside. The door closes behind him.
I had come to the Colorado territory to find acceptance as a doctor.
But I found much more. I found a home, a new family, and for Christmas
I received the greatest gift of all... the gift of love.
PULL BACK as SOUND OF SINGING rise from the cabin, a Christmas carol,
deck the halls...