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Here you go.

Oh, thank you so much.

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

Oh, well, thank you.

You will
join us for dinner?

I'd be delighted.
Thank you very much.

Hey, Brian.

Hey, Jon.

Something botherin' you?

I just ain't fittin' in.

Too old to be the ring bearer.

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

You know, the last time
I was here,

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

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

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

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

I owe that to you, Brian,

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

How are you gonna do that?

Well, the train's
laid over for repairs,

and I got an idea.

It's Sully!

Sully.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry
I missed the rehearsal.

Custer had me.

Custer?

I wanted to warn
Cloud Dancing.

Custer and some of his men
followed me.

Cloud Dancing?

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

He's going
to be all right for now.

Let's just elope.

I don't care
about any fancy wedding.

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

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

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

For starters,

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

and you don't have
to change your name.

That sounds like a very good
place to start.

Hey, Sully.

Sully.

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

No, I think
it's very impressive

that you manage the entire
publication on your own.

Why, thank you.

Dorothy, Rebecca
and I spoke last night

about this matron of honor
business.

Oh, I -- I don't mind.

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

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

neither does
my rather enlightened sister.

So, if you don't mind,

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

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

Why, thank you.

What am I right about?

Well, it --
it being a tradition

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

unless you don't have one.

Why, I thought
we had this all settled.

I've changed my mind.

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

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

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

We're just bending the rules
a bit,

and Marjorie will be
in the mood.

You have no right
to speak for me.

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

Ever cheerful?

I am not.

Oh, and what makes you sad,
Rebecca?

You.

You and all your petty miseries.

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

No one,

but if melancholy accounts
for your wretched disposition,

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

to seek a cure.

Melancholy?

Yes, melancholy.

Ever since Everett's been gone,

- you --
- Gone?

You make it sound
as though he died.

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

It's true.
If I were a widow,

then I'd get some respect
or sympathy.

Instead everybody sniggers

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

As if I wanted him.

I could barely tolerate him,

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

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

That's enough.

Please forgive us.

And I thought
this one was bad.

Michaela, walk with me
to post a letter.

Marjorie's right.

I do always try to be cheerful.

Is that such a bad thing?

She's right about
my always trying

to make everyone else happy.

As far back as I can remember,

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

so I did it.

Sometimes I don't even know
what I really feel

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

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

and we're all cast
in certain roles

from the moment we're born.

Yes, exactly.

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

Why indeed.

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

Yeah.

She'll be there, Michaela.

Okay.

Robert E.

- Sully.
- How's the buck saw?

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

Well, when you can --

Robert E.

Matthew.

Sully, can I talk to you?

What's on your mind?

It's kind of private.

I'll be back for that later.

Matthew.

Not out here, in here.

Hank's?

You know how I feel
about the saloon.

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

♪ For he's a jolly good
fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow

♪ For he's a jolly good
fellow ♪

♪ Which nobody can deny

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

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

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

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

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

And you didn't.

Sarsaparilla.

More of this, yes.

To Sully and Dr. Mike.

- Hear, hear!
- Hear, hear!

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

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

Mm.

- Whoo.
- Yeah, let's go.

What is it?

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

Go on, open it.

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

Thanks, fellas.

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

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

What promise?

That you owe me.

Just name it.

I want you to take
the old homestead.

Pride is a foolish man's burden.

I outta know, Matthew.

Oh, oh.

It's lovely.

Thank you all so much.

It's called
a double wedding ring.

The only ones
that'll be in this family.

It's from me.

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

Oh, how clever.

Thank you, Grace.

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

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

I saved this for last.

From Mother.

Oh, just tear it, Michaela.

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

Oh.

It's surely the best present
of all.

Isn't it magnificent?

It's Paris...France.

Don't you like it?

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

All of my presents
are beautiful.

The hours upon hours
that went into stitching

that quilt,

and the care that went into
creating this cookie cutter.

Everything is equally wonderful.

Thank you all so much.

Mother.

Sorry, Mother...

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

Your gift doesn't have
to be the best.

There are other ways
to express love.

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

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

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

Please me?

Everything you have ever done

has been in direct defiance
of my opinions.

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

were meant to please you,

but that in spite
of being true to myself,

I've tried my best
to gain your approval.

What on earth
does my approval matter to you?

Oh, it matters so much.

Being understood and accepted
for who you really are?

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

And does it go both ways?

Am I to be understood
and accepted as well?

Of course.

Then who I am wants
my daughter

to be married properly.

That's no who you are, Mother.

That's you trying to influence
who I am.

Oh, tell me, Michaela,
what is it?

There must be something,

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

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

There is something
I want from you.

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

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

You're my parent.

You and Father made me who I am.

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

No.

It's not done.

Mothers
don't give their daughters away,

and I will not give you away.

No.

You've gone too far.

You were right, Mother,
when you said

I was neither here nor there,

neither Boston
or Colorado Springs.

I'm starting a whole new life,

and it isn't about either one,

a life that Sully
and I and the children

are creating for ourselves.

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

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

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

Morning, Dr. Mike.
Morning, kids.

Your wedding, Dr. Mike.

Robert E.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Morning.

- Hey.
- Today is the day.

Good luck!

Morning.

Sully.

Loren.

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

Well...

nothing is, it seems.

I just want you to know
that I appreciate the past

before I ask you this favor.

Favor?

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

and she don't know
that I know this,

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

Elizabeth did?

Oh, that's a shame.

I know it's asking a lot,

but I don't think
Abigail would begrudge it.

My daughter,

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

Yeah, she did.

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

Thank you, Loren.

I let this grow ever
since the day you died.

It kept you with me, Abigail.

Now I got to move on.

Come in.

Loren.

You're looking very dashing.

You too, Elizabeth.

Why, thank you.

Something on your mind?

Yeah.

Has been for 10 years.

I was fool enough

not to even go
to my daughter's wedding,

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

to give my girl away.

Please.

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

You don't understand.

No, I guess I don't.

- It's --
- Ah!

Oh, Michaela.

This is not my wedding dress.

It was made especially for you
with all your preferences.

Your preferences, Mother.

Oh, you said yourself.

It's stunning.

Dorothy, would you mind
bringing me the dress

you made for me?

Sure.

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

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

What nonsense are you talking?

Rebecca,
you try to reason with her.

It sounds as though Michaela
is perfectly clear.

Clear?
Clear about what?

That she's going
to wear her wedding dress.

It does look lovely.

Certainly does, doesn't it?

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

you brought from Boston.

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

Ha ha!

Uh-oh.

Will you take a look at that?

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

I can tell you.

Who in the heck invited him?

I did.

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

Mr. Sully.

Please, don't take it
personal.

Well, you may wish
to reserve your apologies.

You can blame me
for that as well.

You didn't know.

Something old.

This handkerchief
came all the way from Ireland

with Great Grandma Quinn.

She carried it
on her wedding day.

- Something new.
- Oh.

Bought it with my butter
and egg money.

Something borrowed...

and I want them back.

And something blue.

Picked them myself.

Sully.

I think this might
look better right over here!

Oh, my gosh.

We got to get him
to the clinic.

Yeah.

Up, and...

It's all right.

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

to witness
and bless the joining together

of this man and this woman
in holy matrimony.

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

is intended by God
for their mutual joy,

for the help and comfort
given one another

in prosperity and adversity,

and to this holy union,
Michaela Quinn and Byron Sully

now come to be joined.

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

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

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

I do.

Take right hands, please.

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

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

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

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

I do.

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

to have and to hold
from this day forward,

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

in sickness and in health,

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

I do.

Ring, please?

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

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

Now that Sully and Michaela

have given themselves
to each other by solemn vows,

at the joining of hands

and the giving and receiving
of a ring,

I pronounce that they
are husband and wife.

Those whom God
has joined together,

let no one put asunder.

- Amen.
- Amen.

You may now kiss the bride.

- Hey, Mom, Sully.
- Congratulations.

Where in damnation
have you been?

I been yelling for over an hour.

Sorry, General,
with the -- the wedding music

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

What am I doing tied up
in here?

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

and we brought you in here
to rest,

and we figured it was best
to tie you down,

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

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

The Indian.
I saw him.

You took a pretty nasty hit
there, General.

I know what I saw,

and I know Mr. Sully
is in on it.

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

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

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

- Correct?
- Like I said --

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

he'll soon learn otherwise.

- Aw!
- Aw!

Can I cut in, Sully?

Care to dance? Come on.

Come on.

Bye-bye!

Bye!

Ah!

Brian did it.

So that's what you've been
doing.

Yep.

Nice work, pal.

What a wonderful surprise.

Thank you.

Oh!

Oh, it's beautiful.

Well, come along, children.

Come on.

Well, I suggest we allow
these newlyweds

to be on their way to Denver.

We'll miss you very much,

but the two weeks
will fly by in no time.

Don't worry about us.

We got plenty planned
with Grandma,

Aunt Rebecca and Aunt Marjorie.

Thank you.

Well, come on.
Come on. Come on.

Bye.

Bye!

Bye!

- Bye-bye!
- Bye!

Have fun.

- Bye!
- Bye!

- Bye.
- Bye.

Bye. Have fun!

- Bye!
- Bye!

Bye!

- Bye!
- Bye!

Sully.

Hmm?

It isn't even dark yet.

But it's getting darker...

...and darker...

...and darker.

And darker.

And darker.