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What?

Nothin.'

Tell me.

Well, it's your driving?

What's wrong with my driving?

Give the horse a
little more rein.

Are you saying I'm
driving too slow?

No, I'm just
saying you could let

the horse go at its own
pace if you wanted to.

Well, I don't.

Figures.

A woman who doesn't like
to be told what to do.

I knew that the
first time I saw you.

When was the first
time you saw me?

You don't remember.

The first time I
saw you, you were

laying face down in the mud.

I had forgotten that.

You wouldn't talk to me.

I didn't know you.

You do now.

It's nice of you to make these
trips out to the reservation.

Well, I'm not being nice.

It's just my job.

It's what a doctor does.

oh.

Not every doctor.

Would you mind if we
checked on Ruby Johnson?

It's out of the way, but--

I don't mind.

Whoa.

Ms Ruby?

It was her time.

It's so sad that she lived
here all alone, so far away.

She had no one.

I just wish there was
something I could do for her.

There is.

Get her nicest dress.

Who are you?

Sully?

Just sit right up here.

That's it.

Don't worry.

I wouldn't hurt you.

Oh, this lets me
listen to your heart.

Sounds pretty good in there.

Would you like to listen?

That's your heartbeat.

It's nice and strong.

Oh, you can see you
all right, and hear.

Can you talk?

What's your name?

Can you tell me?

I don't think he
understands you, Dr. Mike.

Maybe he speaks Cheyenne.

Brian, he's no Cheyenne.

Now just open your
mouth, like this.

Ah.

Open it up.

His throat's fine.

Then what's wrong
with him, Dr. Mike?

I don't know exactly.

Maybe he's just sad
about his mom dying.

Miss Ruby was too old
to be his mother, Brian.

I didn't know Miss Ruby
had any grandchildren.

I've been out the the
place at least a dozen times.

I've never seen the boy once.

Neither did I.

I should have
gone there sooner.

Who knows how long she
was laying there sick.

He must've been on
his own for days.

Don't worry.

Dr. Mike's the best
doctor there is.

Coffin's ready.

Your
hats, please, gentlemen.

And bow your heads.

What the Lord says to us is
sharper than the sharpest

dagger, cutting swift and deep
into our innermost thoughts,

exposing us.

There are no secrets from God.

Nothing can be hidden
from him to whom

we must answer on judgment day.

Ruby Johnson stands
before him, and he

knows that she has
followed his word,

that she has loved her
neighbor as she loved herself,

and that she took in the
sheep, one that was lost.

Amen.

Amen.

Rest in peace, Ruby.

Will someone please
tell me what's going on?

What do you mean?

All those looks out
there, all that whispering.

I didn't hear no whispering.

Ruby Johnson lived
quite a way out of town.

I never saw any
of you visit her.

I never even heard
her name mentioned,

and yet every one of you
was there at that funeral.

We all knew Ruby.

And the boy?

His name is Zack.

Why does everyone know
about this except me?

Not everybody knew, just us.

Why all the secrecy?

He wasn't Ruby's grandchild.

The fact is, he was
no relation at all.

Whose child is he?

The woman who gave birth
to him, and his mother, she

worked at the saloon.

She wasn't a mother;
she was a whore.

Same as Ruby was.

He lived in the saloon
with his ma till he was five,

and then she took sick and died.

That's when he went
to live with Ruby.

So why did she hide him?

Why didn't anyone
ever mention it?

Horace?

We made a promise.

Promise?

That
boy wasn't right.

That was as plain as day.

That's not necessarily so.

Something had to be done,
so it was done, quietly.

Miss Ruby was kind
enough to take him in.

But what about
the child's welfare?

I found him hidden away.

Oh, now, hold on.

He wasn't hidden.

He was in the closet.

He hid from strangers,
because that's what he learned

to do living at the saloon.

Can't hardly conduct
business with the kid

standing there gawking.

I see.

So it was either
that or a closet?

Hold on, Dr. Mike.

Olive, I thought you of all
people would have told me.

It just never came up.

Now, contrary to
what you may believe,

this whole thing
wasn't dreamed up just

to make you look like a fool.

What does that mean?

What's really
bothering you?

Is it the boy, or the secret?

This is my home now, too.

I'm still being treated
like an outsider.

Well, in a lot of
ways you still are.

And always will be, is
that what you're saying?

I'm just saying
these things take time.

He doesn't
know what's happening.

Maybe that's a blessing.

You
don't believe that.

I saw Charlotte right
after she helped that whore

give birth, and she
said that baby was

blue for an awful long time.

Now something wasn't right with
that boy right from the start.

But I could have told her that.

How did you know?

Babies ought to be
brought to this earth

out of love, not business.

But it's not the boy's fault.

That's true, but he's the
one who's paying, ain't he?

She didn't have much.

No, she didn't.

Found some letters.

Good, Dr. Mike will
want to see them.

Maybe she can find
some family for Zack.

Maybe.

He didn't even cry.

We all cried when our ma died.

Not everybody is the same.

Did you cry, Sully,
when your wife died?

Yes.

Come on.

That's the last of it.

Brian.

Got to go, Brian.

I'm just thinking.

What you thinking?

What if Dr. Mike hadn't
told ma she'd take us.

She did.

Zack, I made this roast beef
especially for you tonight.

Dr. Mike cooks some
pretty good roast beef.

When Coleen makes it for her.

Here.

There you are.

Zack.

Zack.

Zack, it's all right.

Can I come in?

It's only Sully.

He's a friend of ours, and he's
just coming here for dinner.

It's all right.

Come on.

It's all right.

Here.

You can eat these
with your hands.

Whoa.

Bye, Dr. Mike.

Have a nice day at school.

We will, ma.

Wish you'd come with us, Zack.

He's coming to help
me today at the clinic.

See you later.

Bye.

Zack.

Zack, look.

Look at those clouds.

They're lovely.

White, fluffy, all
different shapes.

Horses.

What?

Horses.

Indeed.

They do look like horses.

Thank you, Miss Perkins,
Jedediah, Allison.

This young man needs
some school clothes.

Oh, he can't go to school.

He's a simpleton.

See, oh, yes, I think
this should suit you nicely.

I tell you, he can't learn.

I wouldn't be so
sure about that.

Now
you can parade him

around all you like,
buy things for him,

but truth is, I don't
sell what that boy needs.

Do you sell shirts,
pants, and vests, Mr. Bray?

Do you sell suspenders
and jackets?

Do you sell writing
tablets and chalk?

Of course I do.

All of it.

Then you sell what he needs.

And a stick of licorice.

Good morning, Jake.

Good morning.

Zack needs a haircut.

You can say that again.

Keep your money.

Free haircuts today?

I'm busy.

We can wait.

Look, people don't want
to be around an imbecile.

I beg your pardon?

Causing trouble, Michaela?

Jake can't refuse
a paying customer.

It would be a first.

It's unprofessional,
not to mention rude.

Jake's the proprietor here.

On the other hand, you've
got to look at the kid.

Somebody's ought
to clean him up.

I ain't in no hurry.

He can go next.

If you have 10 cows in
your pasture, and two of them

stray, how many
would you have left?

Alice.

Eight, Miss Olive.

That's right.

This doesn't look
like arithmetic.

No, ma'am.

It doesn't even
look like cows.

No, it's horses, Miss Olive.

Oh, I can see that.

Sorry, I didn't mean to--

They're very beautiful.

Aren't they?

Did you do this from memory?

No, I--

Then you drew this
from real horses.

Well, I--

It's very good.

Isn't it, class?

Brian, when did you draw that?

- Brian drew that?
- I know.

I didn't know he could draw.

I didn't know you had
artistic talent, Brian.

I don't, honest.

Oh, you most certainly do.

I'd have to say this
is one of the finest

drawings I've ever seen.

And to use the clouds
the way you did.

It shows real imagination.

Imagination?

You're very talented, Brian.

But right now I want
you to learn arithmetic.

Yes, ma'am.

All right, class.

If you had 12 cows on your
ranch, and four of them

got rustled, how many of
them would you have left?

Come on, Sarah, run.

Now I just want you
to stay right there.

Catch me.

I thought it would be a
good idea to bring Zack here.

What for?

To learn.

He can.

He can understand,
and he can even talk.

It's just like you to
go and get your hopes

up on something like this.

Olive, I'm asking you.

You could help him.

I'm no schoolteacher.

I never claimed to be.

I'm just temporary.

Please, just let
him sit and watch.

All right, but just until
we get the real teacher

hired, and then it is up to her.

Thank you.

Maybe by then, he'll
be able to stay on.

You're going to be just fine.

Hey, Zack.

Hey, you look real nice, Zack.

All right, now.

Five more minutes of recess,
and then it's back to school.

I still think he looks funny.

He looks fine.

What do you get when
you dress up an idiot?

An idiot.

He's not an idiot.

Well, I don't
want him around me.

Me neither.

I saw him at the funeral.

My ma said he's a bastard.

He is not.

Yeah, he is.

He has no pa.

All right now.

That's enough.

Recess is over.

Everyone head to class.

Come on.

Come on.

- Miss Olive.
- Brian.

Miss Olive.

Brian.

According to these letters,
Zack may have some relatives.

This one sounds like a cousin.

Well if they're any relation
at all, I'd like to find them.

It ain't got no
return address.

But it's postmarked St. Louis.

But we could put a notice
in the paper there.

That's a good idea.

Mike, better come quick.

Zack's run away.

What do you mean, run away?

They were
teasing him, ma.

We had our backs
turned for a second,

and they just disappeared.

It's my fault.

No, it's my fault.
I thought he was ready.

Yeah, we'll find him.

I'll help.

Oh, me, too.

The stew will cook
itself for a while.

Check the immigrant camp.

Colleen, Brian, you look
around the edge of the woods.

Matthew, check the
woods behind the church.

I'll come with you.

No, you'd better stay here
just in case he comes back.

What's going on?

Zack ran off.

Run off?

Mind if I
borrow the wagon?

Surely, go ahead.

I want to come.

You gonna look for him?

Hell, no.

Ain't got time for
some wild goose chase.

I got business.

What business?

None of your business.

Zack?

Everybody's looking for you.

Go see about him.

Go on.

You can draw.

Did them all, didn't you?

They're beautiful.

Nah.

Yes, they are.

An idiot.

No, you're not you
got i-mag-i-na-tion.

Look at these trees, and
this sun, and this lion.

Bet you never seen a
real lion, did you?

See there.

This one's sad.

You're sad, huh?

I was sad, too,
when I lost my ma.

I cried and cried.

Even Sully cries when he's sad.

You can cry, too, if you want.

It's all right.

Dr. Mike?

Dr. Mike.

Wake up.

You've been down here all night.

I suppose I was.

What are you reading?

I'm trying to figure out
how we could help Zack.

What exactly is
wrong with him?

That's just it.

I don't know.

No one seems to know.

Well, there's got
to be something.

Well, there isn't.

Is there anything I can do.

There's nothing to do.

I mean, if he were sick, I
could give him medication.

If he were cut, I
could suture him.

I hate feeling this
way, feeling helpless.

What's this?

Brian drew it.

Brian?

That's very good.

Good morning, Dr. Mike.

Myra.

I cam to see about Zack.

Oh.

You rode all the way out here?

Well, I was thinking.

Maybe I could help you
all take him for a while.

At the saloon?

Well, I talked
to Hank about it,

and he said maybe he could
find something the boy could

do to make himself feel useful.

He can always use an
extra pair of hands.

Careful now.

You gotta balance
them just right,

because they break real easy.

Good morning, Miss Myra.

Morning, boys.

I don't know, Myra.

Why don't we go inside
and talk about it?

No, I got to get back.

I just thought that since
school didn't turn out and all--

Well, that doesn't mean he
needs to work at a saloon.

Things go on there, Myra.

I'll watch him real close.

He won't say anything
he shouldn't.

But still, working
the saloon, I can't see

how that would solve anything.

Well, he could
make himself useful,

feel like he was
worth something.

Maybe that's what he needs,
to be one of the town,

where he can learn to fit in.

I don't know.

Would you like that, Zack?

-it says here, Secretary
of State Seward has negotiated

the purchase of Alaska.

Is that what it's called?

Got the whole shooting
match from the Russians

for $7 million.

I'd like to see a piece of
land worth that kind of money.

It is a pretty penny.

If you ask me, President
Johnson ought to fire

that Secretary of State.

I don't want no
whining and moaning.

I just want the job done.

Is that clear?

You sweep, wipe down the
tables, you dry the glasses,

take out the trash,
clean the spittoons,

and when you're done with
that, you sweep some more.

What are looking at?

Good afternoon, Horace.

Any word from St. Louis?

Not yet.

Will you let me know as
soon as you hear something?

I sure will, St. Louis, or
Jefferson City, or Springfield.

Oh, I didn't wire.

Oh, I did.

I figured the- the wider
you throw the net, bigger

your chance to catch your fish.

Oh, that's very
thoughtful of you, Horace.

If there's anything else I
can do you, just let me know.

Oh, actually I need
to send this parcel out.

Sure thing.

It's to Miss Mary Wellman,
Wellman School For the Arts,

Denver, Colorado.

It's a school for
artistically gifted children.

But I don't want
to go away to school, ma.

Well,
maybe not this year,

but I certainly
want Miss Wellman

to be aware of your talent.

I'm very proud of you, Brian.

I always wished that I
possessed some artistic flair.

I bet you could draw, too.

Not like you.

You have a special gift.

Do you like it here?

Miss Myra's real
pretty, don't you think?

Want a gumdrop?

Bye.

Hey, watch my
boots, you dumb idiot.

Are you going to let him
talk to you that way, boy?

Huh?

Huh, boy?

You know, I think
he is a dumb idiot.

Are you an idiot, boy?

Mom.

Idiots can't talk.

Idiots can't do nothing.

Well, they must be able
to do something, huh?

Let's see if you
can ride a horse.

Let's not.

Just going to take the
idiot for a ride, that's all.

The only idiot going
for a ride is you.

Behind you.

Now get out of town.

That was very kind of you
to defend Zack that way.

Why did you?

Mind your own business
and stick to doctoring.

You're father, aren't you?

What the hell
you talking about?

I'm talking about
the way you took up

for him in the
barbershop, the way

you gave him work, the way you
rode off when he disappeared.

And don't tell me
it was on business,

because I know it wasn't.

You went out looking
for him, didn't you?

That ought to cover it.

Why did you leave him
alone out there for so long?

He wasn't alone.

It was me that found
a place for him.

It was me that paid
every week for 12 years

to make sure he had
food and clothes.

He didn't need money.

He needed his father.

He needed to be
here with you you.

You saw how they
treated him, teasing him,

pushing him around.

You think I wanted him
to go through that?

Everybody laughing because
he's different, thinking he's

not normal.

Not to mention what
they'd think about you.

I was
protecting him.

Are you
sure you weren't

just protecting yourself?

Who do you think you
are, judging me lady?

You weren't here.

You don't know.

I know that I would never
do that to a boy of my own.

What it's like to
walk on water, Michaela?

Something's got to be done.

Loren's right.

He's just going to
cause more trouble.

The boy just
don't belong here.

Is that all that concerns you?

It's just a matter of time
till somebody really gets hurt.

Before he gets himself hurt.

Ain't there places
for such types?

Asylums?

Have you ever visited
an asylum, Jake?

I have.

They're filthy,
cramped, people--

human beings --chained to the
walls, crying and wailing.

They're not helping
those people,

they're just keeping
them out of sight.

But he does need
some kind of help.

And Dr. Mike's right,
it should come from us.

Ah, but he don't know
how to do anything.

It's not true.

He can do something.

He can draw.

Oh, what you talking about?

He draws real pretty.

He drew that picture
Miss Olive liked.

Oh, but you drew
that picture, Brian.

No, it wasn't me.

I just found the picture.

Everybody thought it was me
who done it, but it was him.

It's awful nice for you
to stick up for him, Brian.

I know he's your friend,
but you shouldn't lie.

Zack, Zack.

You gotta do something for me.

You gotta draw something
like you did the other day.

You got to show them, or else
they're going to send you away.

Please, Zack.

Draw just one thing,
you're favorite thing.

Do it for me, please.

Hey, can't you see
the boy's working?

What can I
do for you folks?

It's about the boy.

What about him?

We've discussed
it for a while, now,

and we've come to a decision.

Zack would be better
off somewhere else.

Well, thing is,
he's working for me.

The boy is going to cause
nothing but trouble here.

You know that, Hank.

I don't see him
causing no trouble.

Maybe this troubles you.

Well, now Hank,
it just ain't right

keeping the boy in the
saloon around liquor

and those women of yours.

It-- it just ain't fitting.

Even Dr. Mike agrees.

It's-- it's clear
that it's hardly

a proper home for a young boy.

Is that right?

The boy's staying
right where he is.

Who are you to decide?

I'm his pa, that's who.

He admitted it.

You knew.

Did you?

Sure, all the girls knew.

Clarisse was before
my time, but--

Clarisse?

Zack's ma.

She was one of us.

But he loved her.

It's difficult to
imagine Hank loving anyone.

What I said
today was true.

I didn't draw that
picture, Zack did.

I didn't know he did it when
Miss Olive said it was pretty.

So when she thought it was
me, I just let her think it.

You know
that wasn't right.

Yeah, it wasn't right.

Sometimes I think I'm not
really good at anything.

I can't track a deer, ride
a horse, build things.

You got an ear for music.

You play the harmonica nice.

You think so?

Yeah.

Something else, too.

You got a way with people.

Like how you are with Mr. Bray.

You're the only one that
can get a smile out of him.

And Zack, you talked to him,
and made friends with him

when nobody else could.

I couldn't get him to
draw another picture.

What do you want?

Uh, F-- f--

for you, pa.

Morning.

Is something wrong with Zack?

No, nothing's wrong with him.

The boy was right.

Zack can draw.

How do you know he drew this?

It's his ma.

She was beautiful.

She was.

I know I ain't going
to be the best father.

I can tell you
that straight out.

I like my whiskey and my women.

Sometimes I ain't too polite.

Fact is, I got a
downright nasty temper.

I want to try to
give him a home,

but I know he deserves better
than sweeping the saloon.

What do I do now, Michaela?

Hank, you look almost--

It will kill you to say it.

All right, I will.

Handsome.

Thank you, Michaela.

Hank, you're doing
a wonderful thing sending

Zack off to that art school.

And they're very
lucky to have you.

Miss Wellman agreed that
he deserved the opportunity,

and she assured
me that she'd find

a very special place for him.

This will be quite a
trip for you, young man,

but your father will be there to
make sure you get there safely.

Good luck, Zack.

Don't forget us.

Maybe You can draw
something for me while you're

there, send it in the mail.

Maybe he could
bring it himself when

he comes home for Christmas.

Yeah, sure, Christmas.