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Bye, Brian!

Hello.

Hello.

What are you painting?

That beautiful mountain
of yours.

It don't really look like it.

No?

I like it.

It's kinda the way
things look when you wake up

and you're not sure
if you're dreaming

or your eyes are just fuzzy.

I've never heard
it put better.

My name's Isabelle Maynard,

and who do I have
the pleasure of addressing?

Brian Cooper.

You visiting town?

Well, I was passing through
on the train, and I saw this.

And I had to get out
and paint it.

You mean, you see something
you want to paint,

and you stop everything
to do it?

Yes.

Weren't you going somewhere?

Maybe here.

This is what the guests
will see

when they step out of the lobby.

Well, I still don't understand
how your hotel

involves us, Mr. Lodge.

Oh, well, it's going to be
much more than just a hotel.

It's going to be a health
resort, like Saratoga, New York,

or Hot Springs, Arkansas.

And like all
the finest health resorts,

it's going
to offer a medical clinic,

beautifully furnished
with all the latest equipment,

provided by yours truly.

And I want you to run it,
Michaela.

She's already
got a medical clinic.

Of course, but consider
the weak and unfortunate

who will come here for a cure.

The hot springs,

Rocky Mountain air, and rest
will naturally be beneficial,

but some will require
greater medical attention.

And going back into town

will be difficult, even painful,
for them.

Well, that's true.

I was thinking that the clinic

could go right here
next to the lobby.

You ain't going into business
with him.

Well,
I don't trust him either,

but if sick people come here,

I want to make sure
they have proper medical care,

and Mr. Lodge is right.

It might be difficult
for them to get into town.

And Sully,
you could lead excursions

into the wilderness
you love so much.

I mean,
nothing too athletic.

No tracking kidnappers.

Something more along the lines
of a nature walk.

Ma, Sully!

This is Isabelle Maynard.

She's a painter.

And you must be Dr. Mike
and Mr. Sully.

Brian's told me all about you.

It's -- it's a pleasure
to meet you.

And you, a lady doctor
in the middle of the frontier.

Must be
quite a progressive town.

Oh, yes, indeed we are.

Progressive is our motto.

Speaking of progressive,
I couldn't help but notice how

your work seems to influenced
by the new French painters.

Oh, you've seen their work?
Mister...

Lodge.
Preston Lodge.

I find the canvases
of messieurs Monet and Pizarro

very exciting and vibrant,

but I must say, they
can't hold a candle to yours.

Oh, my.

What a warm breeze
there is out here.

Now, where are you from,
Miss Maynard?

- San Francisco.
- Oh.

Great town, Frisco.

You ever been there, Jake?

What's the got to do with it?

Would you care
to join us for some pie?

I'd like that.

Thank you for saving me.

Do you think maybe you
could teach me painting

if you're gonna stick around?

Well, I have been looking
for a place to rest --

paint for a while.

That'll be great.

You know, maybe I could show
you some of the sights.

- Oh!
- Oh!

Jake, look what you've done!

I did?
You're the one that spilled it.

Oh, I am so sorry.

Oh, please, please,
let me take your glove

- and dry it off for you.
- I'll take care of it.

But you're soaked
all the way through!

I said, I'll do it!

Excuse me.

I know you'd find the church
a very fitting subject.

We've just
had it freshly painted,

and we've obtained
a new brass bell from --

She didn't come here
to paint the church.

I know a spot that's got

the best view of the mountain
through the trees.

Thank you, gentlemen,
but Brian

and I have already made plans
to paint together today.

Do you happen to carry paint?

I'm looking for cobalt blue.

Oh, I got blue.

Yeah, right over here.
I'm sure I do.

Yeah, here it is.
All the blue you want.

There it is.
Blue.

Need any brushes?

Actually, I was hoping
you might carry pigment

in tubes like these.

Oh, I'd have to send to Denver
for that.

Could take a few days.

I don't know if that glorious
sky will wait for me.

We should ask Cloud Dancing.

They make their own paints
at the reservation.

Well, in any case,
we have enough paint for today,

and as they say,

"Vita brevis..."

"Ars longa."

Life is short.

But art's eternal.

Let's see.

If you draw the wall
of the church like this,

on a diagonal,

even though it's not the way
you think it should be...

That's the way
it looks from here.

That's right.

That's called perspective.

You have to try to break down
the way you look at things.

For example,
you see this mountain?

If I were to paint it --

You all right?

I'm fine,

but I think that's enough
for a first lesson.

You sure you're all right?

I'll paint on my own
for a while, if you don't mind,

Brian.

Sure.

Miss Maynard.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to intrude.

That's all right.
I'm finished anyway.

- Allow me.
- I can manage.

Please.

Painting.

Being so good
at something artistic

must be quite satisfying.

You're very kind.

All I know is painting
is the only time I lose myself.

Why would you want to
lose yourself?

Well, there's nothing like
the feeling of getting it right.

The blue of the sky here --

cobalt mixed
with maybe a little viridian.

Nothing like it
I've seen anywhere.

San Francisco has more gray.

Why'd you leave?

Oh, so many reasons.

Beautiful.

The city.
San Francisco.

Yes.

How can you even think
about going into business

with Mr. Lodge?

I took an oath
to help sick people.

What would you do?

Well, maybe you could open
a clinic there yourself.

But still, building it

and running it would take away
time from here.

Yes, but if Mr. Lodge ran it,

then he would take care
of all that.

You'd still be treating
patients at two clinics,

and with the new baby
to take care of, too.

I'd only have to be at the
hot springs when I was needed.

Thank you for your help.

Well, I know what it's
like to be new in town

and not know anybody.

I also know what it's
like to leave home,

to want to escape.

I didn't run away.

I didn't say that.
I, uh, that's not what I meant.

I'm fine.

Yes, you are.

Well.

Oh, your, uh...

Oh.

Thank you.

And she taught me
something called perspective

and about how to mix colors.

And she was gonna
show me different brush strokes,

but she hurt her hand.

She hurt her hand?

Well, she dropped her brush,
and she couldn't pick it up.

But then she said
she was all right.

- Maybe she sprained it.
- I'm done.

I'm gonna go practice drawing.

Mm.

Isabelle?

Isabelle?

What do you want?

Brian told me you were
having trouble with your hand.

My clinic's
just around the corner.

No, they're just bruises.

Isabelle, I've never seen
bruises quite like those.

I burned myself.

- That's very painful.
- I'm all right.

I'm fine.

Isabelle!
I have a present for you.

Fresh from the reservation.

I tried to get them to blend it

as close to cobalt
as they could.

Oh, that's very thoughtful
of you, Mr. Lodge.

Preston, please.

The plants they use may not have
been entirely cooperative.

It's not quite cobalt.

No, no.

It's better.

Mr. Lodge?
I'm sorry to disturb you,

but I'd like to speak
with Miss Maynard for a moment.

Of course.

I was concerned about the
marks on your arms, the plaques.

Please.

Not here.

Well, we can speak
in my clinic if you'd like.

No.

Please don't tell anybody.

I know you must be frightened,
but there's really no danger.

Well, I'm concerned for you,
not for the town.

Leprosy's
a very serious illness.

But it's not contagious,
not the way people think.

There's new research
being done right now

- in Norway, for instance.
- Isabelle.

It documents
that it's difficult

to contract without extremely
close and sustained contact,

and even then, they don't think
anybody could catch it from me

at such an early stage.

Well, I'd like
to read the new studies.

I have some journals,

and I can tell you
where to send for the rest.

Believe me, if I thought
I was a danger to anybody,

I would be the first --

I'm sorry.

I know how frightened people
get, even doctors,

but really, there's no need.

I saw this beautiful place.

I thought maybe
it could be different here.

I wish I could help you,
but I don't know what to do.

Read the research.

Give me a few days to rest.

I'm just so tired of running.

Thank you.

- You know how Dorothy can get.
- Yeah.

And all I'm requesting
is a small item

in The Gazet announcing
the planning of the hotel.

Just to build excitement.

Dorothy says it'll look

like she's giving free
advertising to the publisher.

That hotel's gonna
be good for the whole town.

That's what I tried
to tell her,

but naturally,
she doesn't believe me.

What if I spoke to her?

I hadn't thought of that.
Think it'll do any good?

She kind of listens to me.

Besides, the hotel's gonna
be good for her, too.

All kinds of new people will be
reading that paper of hers.

Exactly.
I tell you.

I'd never have gone
into business with her

if I'd known
she'd be so scrupulous.

Ah, well,
that's always been her problem.

May I interrupt?

I'm just trying
to get this perspective right.

Isabelle didn't show up
for our lesson today.

Well, perhaps
I could help you with it.

I studied painting
when I was younger.

Sure.

It could be something we
do together, just the two of us.

Well, I told Isabelle
I'd study with her.

Well -- well, you never know,

but she may not be able
to continue teaching you,

and...

Oh, and that's no reason
for you not to learn.

Did she come see you
about her hand?

No, but it's just
that when we meet people,

we don't know much about them,

and it's wonderful
to be open and friendly.

- But sometimes --
- Are you saying

I shouldn't see Isabelle?

Well, I was hoping that
perhaps we could paint together.

What's wrong?

I need your advice,

and I made a promise not to talk
to anyone about this.

On the other hand,
this person isn't a patient,

so I wouldn't be violating the
doctor-patient confidentiality.

I'd just be going back
on a promise,

which is bad enough.

Why don't they want
you to talk about it?

They're -- they're afraid
that word

might spread about them in town.

You know
I ain't gonna do that.

Isabelle has leprosy.

Isn't that contagious?
Brian --

Well, I've read
all the new research,

and apparently,
it's not easily spread.

But something's still
bothering you.

I -- I just don't like
to feel this way.

Part of me wants Isabelle
to go out on the next train,

and the other part
of me wants her to stay here

so I can help her.

Is there something
you can do for her?

There's no cure,
but there are treatments

that might make
her feel more comfortable,

if she'll let me.

She doesn't want to
let you treat her?

Sounds like she's made
the decision for you.

And you and Robert E.
are essential to its success.

Grace, you could be in charge
of the dining room,

and Robert E. could run
a buggy service out from town.

Dining room?

Maybe you ought to build it
before you start offering jobs.

Well, by that time,
there may be other applicants

for those positions.

You're never gonna
get that resort off the ground.

I wouldn't be so sure of that,

Hank, now that Michaela
and Sully are involved.

Dr. Mike?

What does she got to do with it?

She'll be running the clinic.

I was hoping
to purchase a picnic lunch.

That won't be necessary.

Your chariot awaits.

I was going
to do some painting.

Carpe diem.

Carpet what?

Carpe diem.

That's Latin
for "Seize the day."

Think about it.

Look at this land,
the sheer size of it.

Makes you think
anything's possible.

Wouldn't that be nice?

This is the exact view you'll
have from my hotel dining room.

I'm gonna
have to fight customers off.

What is it you love
about this land?

The beauty
or the business potential?

Well, do they have
to be mutually exclusive?

That's what I like about you,
Isabelle.

I feel like I can be honest
with you, be myself.

I haven't felt that way
with anyone since I moved here.

I feel like I know you.

Preston, we need to talk.

Think about it.

If it weren't for all this,
would we have ever met?

We both came here
because of it.

You came to conquer it.

So did you, with your canvas.

Preston,
what you said before --

yesterday, about running away.

I'm sorry.
That was presumptuous of me.

- I --
- No, you were right.

It's something
that's difficult --

impossible to talk about.

You don't have
to tell me anything.

No, I want to.

I have to.

We're all entitled
to our secrets.

But whatever it is,

it makes you a special,
beautiful, enchanting woman.

I -- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to, um --

Preston, nothing can
ever happen between us.

I'm sorry.
I should never have --

Dr. Mike?

I brought the soup
you wanted for Mrs. Chalmer.

This telegram just
came for you, Matthew.

It's from Miss Maynard's
relatives

in Coffeyville, Kansas.

They've been sending one
to every sheriff

along the railroad line.

Thank you, Horace.
I can read it myself.

It -- it seems
they've been expecting her,

and they was worried.

Says she's sick,

and they was scared she might've
collapsed on her way there.

Horace, this is private.

Says they want her
sent onto them in --

instead of being, uh,
confined.

Confined?

Has she got something
to be confined for?

I -- I just saw something on
Dr. Mike's desk about leprosy.

Leprosy.

Must've been
that article she sent for

after Miss Maynard arrived.

Maybe that's
why she's always covered up.

Remember how she didn't want
me to take off her gloves

after they got all wet?

Jake.

Jake!
Calm down, all right?

It's not gonna
do any good to panic.

Jake!

What are you doing?

Isabelle.
Is she sick with leprosy?

Isabelle's health
is her own concern.

- You knew?
- There's no danger.

It's contagious!

No, it's not.
Not the way you think it is.

But that disease, it --

it makes her unclean, Dr. Mike.

It says so in the Bible.

There she is.

Whoa, whoa.
What's this?

You told them?

Told them what?

She's got leprosy.

Isabelle, I'm so sorry.

I'm used to it.

I didn't tell anyone about
your condition except Sully,

and -- and I know
he didn't tell anyone else.

It was a telegram.

Matthew?

There's no escaping it.

Never!

I can't take a walk
or a buggy ride or a picnic.

I can't even let anyone
touch me,

even though I know
I can't harm them.

I can't help
but think of myself,

see myself the way they do.

Uh, I better make sure that
nobody's stirring up anything.

I read the research
you spoke about.

At -- at least
they've isolated the bacillus.

That provides some hope.

I've also heard
that quinine and --

and certain oils
can help you feel better.

If -- if you want to,
you can come by the clinic

and perhaps
I could administer them.

If I want to?

Perhaps?

What do you want, Dr. Quinn?

Well, it's not a matter
of what I want.

I'm a doctor.
It's my job to do whatever --

And you feel guilty.

Guilty for being afraid.

Guilty for being just as afraid
of me as your son is,

as the way the way the people
out there are!

Well, I've been
through this before.

Fear and guilt aren't
the best treatments for me.

What will you do?

Will you go back to your family
in Kansas?

They think I'm an invalid,

that I need to be hidden
from the world

for the rest of my life.

I can't live like that.

So I guess
I'll just keep moving.

You won't be able to get
any proper medical care.

That's my problem.

Please,
don't leave right away.

Just give me some time
to try to make them understand,

at least so you can stay here
and rest for a while.

Thank you, Myra.

I wrote out that list of loan
payment totals that you wanted.

Not now, Myra.

Terrible news
about Miss Maynard.

Do you know Miss Maynard well?

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Just feeling sorry for her,
I guess.

I don't know her at all.

I just met her a few days ago.

She seemed nice enough.

Did she tell you
that she was sick?

No.

Still, she should've told you.

It doesn't matter.

As I said, I hardly know her.

She doesn't mean anything to me.

Jake called
an emergency town meeting.

Folks are heading up
to the church.

What for?

To decide
what to do about Miss Maynard.

Come on, Myra.

Ma? The kids are saying
Isabelle's got something bad.

Is she gonna be all right?

Folks say they'll leave
her alone as long

as she stays in her room.

I don't know
how long that's gonna last.

Can't we do anything
to help her?

What's wrong with her?

Brian, Isabelle has leprosy.

Leprosy?
Like in the Bible?

Oh, you don't need
to be frightened of her, Brian.

She's gonna get better, right?

It's unlikely.

The numbness you saw in her hand
will get worse and spread,

and as a result, she may become
disfigured or perhaps go blind.

Sometimes, rarely, the disease
disappears on its own.

But so far, there's nothing
that doctors can do,

except try to keep the patient
as comfortable as possible.

Is she dangerous?

No!

Dr. Mike,
I have a responsibility

to the people of this town.

So do I, and I wouldn't do
anything to endanger them,

but -- but Isabelle should be
able to make plans of her own.

There's trouble at the church.

I saw on the way back
from the reservation.

And that's not all.

Denver paper says there's an
epidemic of it in San Francisco.

The Chinese brought it over
with them when they come.

Do you know that,
or do they only suspect it?

Isabelle's from San Francisco,
ain't she?

She must've got it there.

Maybe she had herself
a Chinese friend.

Why, you're jumping
to conclusions based

on guesses and superstitions.

- Then how'd she get it?
- Well, that's irrelevant.

No, it ain't.

All the latest information

shows that it's
not casually contagious.

It seems to require long,
intimate contact,

and there are new theories
that --

New theories,
latest information.

It seems to be hereditary,

or that you have
to have a predisposition

in order to get it.

I heard that all
you have to do is touch somebody

that's got it
and you can carry it.

Or touch something
they touched.

The experts
now believe that --

- Oh, they now believe?
- Right,

watch them change their minds
in a few years

when it's too late for us.

Everyone, please,

let's just sit down
and talk about this reasonably.

Dr. Mike, I've read
that there's been a colony

established for these people
in the Hawaiian Islands.

Are you saying that Isabelle
should be incarcerated?

Naturally,
we all feel sorry for her,

but wouldn't she be safer
with her own kind?

With -- with people
who wouldn't be afraid of her.

The Reverend's right.

Fear is a problem

keeping us from looking
at things scientifically.

Dr. Mike, we all know
that you are a good doctor,

but you're acting
like you know better than us.

Now, the Bible
says lepers are dangerous.

It's not that I know better
than you, Grace,

but I do believe the scientific
research I've been reading.

Oh, you're making it
so complicated.

Why don't we just
ask her to leave?

She isn't gonna want to stay
where she ain't wanted.

We've never made anyone leave
who was sick,

even if they were contagious.

Brian, Colleen, you two

were quarantined with Matthew
when he had typhus.

See, it's no different.

Yes, it is.

You're shunning her.

Well, how would feel
to be shunned for being sick?

Oh, we've never come down
with something

dirty like this, Dr. Mike.

Well, then why are you so
afraid of getting it?

You're gonna kiss that
health resort of yours goodbye.

Nobody's gonna want to come
and get healthy in a town

that's had this.

You're right.

Dr. Mike, what is it you want?

You want her to stay?

All I'm saying
is that Isabelle should be able

to make up her own mind.

She's not guilty of anything.

She hasn't broken any laws.

I ain't taking no chances.

Dr. Mike, this is our town.

I feel sorry for her,

but we got to look
after ourselves.

I've gone
along with you lots of times.

Don't fight us on this.

Sully, you all right?

I've been reading
some of your medical journals.

Michaela, I don't want
you treating Isabelle.

- What?
- It's too risky.

You never felt this way when
I treated influenza or typhus,

both of which have proven
to be highly contagious.

But it's different now.

We have no way of knowing
if you could catch this.

It says in your journal,
you got to be real careful

when treating folks
in the last stages.

Well, she isn't even
close to the last stages,

and I will be careful.

All right.
Hear me out.

Even if all that's true,
you know what you're gonna

be up against if you
try to keep Isabelle here.

Are you up for that kind of
fight with the baby so close?

I know you want to do
what's right,

but it ain't just what's right
for Isabelle or you or me.

It's got to
be right for the baby, too.

It's Brian.

Come in.

I thought maybe we could have
another painting lesson.

I'd like to, Brian,
but I have a train to catch.

Please.

I need your help.

I still can't get
this perspective thing right.

You have better perspective
than most people I know.

Your mother and I need to talk,
Brian.

Thank you.

I thought you should know

what happened in the meeting
yesterday.

Mayor Slicker
officially notified me.

He had the courage
to slip a note under the door.

Isabelle, I'm so sorry.

Come in.

Michaela.

Isabelle, I'm sorry to hear
you'll be leaving.

I wanted to let you know

I've arranged a special
private train carriage for you.

Um, it's extremely comfortable.

Uh, luxurious, actually,

and it'll take you
wherever you want to go.

As long
as it's far away from here.

That really isn't fair,
Michaela.

I've also prepared
a letter of credit.

I want you to seek the very best
care, whatever it costs.

And what if the best care
she can receive is here?

Dr. Quinn.

I appreciate your offers,
Preston,

but I can't accept them.

Why not?

You've given me
so much already.

Every time I look out the window
of a hotel dining room,

I'll see the view
from our picnic.

Goodbye, Preston.
Thank you.

Would you mind
giving this back to Brian?

Of course.

Isabelle?

I'd like for you to stay.

I wish I could just make
my fear go away

or that I never felt it
in the first place.

I can't.

My fear is irrelevant.

You're sick.
I can help.

That's all that matters.

Please?

I want to be your doctor.

All right.

Can you come to my clinic?

Just let me unpack.

Mr. Lodge?

I've given a great deal
of consideration,

and I've decided
not to accept your offer

to run the clinic at your hotel.

It's become clear to me
that you don't seriously wish

to help people who are sick.

I tried to help Isabelle.

You saw that.

Preston, it's difficult
to care about people

who are gonna leave you.

All I want to attract
to the resort

are people with aches
and pains, asthma, rheumatism,

people who'll benefit from
the cure of the hot springs.

In other words, people
who have money to spend.

What's wrong with that?

Payment for services rendered.

All you really want from me

is the legitimization
that my medical degree provides.

Well, I'm afraid
that's not for sale.

Does your nobility extend to
helping patients who need you,

despite your disapproval of me?

If someone comes here
who's truly sick,

I can tend to them without
the fancy clinic at your hotel.

I'm sure I can find
a society doctor from Denver

who will be more than happy
to lend his name to my clinic.

Then I suggest
that you do that, Mr. Lodge.

I've been reading about some
extra precautions I can take.

I'm gonna wash my hands
in a solution of carbolic acid,

boil the instruments and dip
them in an iodine solution,

and then destroy my apron
after I've treated Isabelle.

So, your mind's made up?

-Sully, I've read
accounts of this disease

from across the world,

and I haven't read
about a single doctor

who's treated leprosy
that ever came down with it.

Well, none of them
were pregnant either.

When a patient
knocks on that door,

I don't know
what I'm gonna encounter.

Why, they could have cholera
or malaria or who knows what.

The only way
we can be completely safe is --

is if I pack in and go home
and stop being a doctor.

Maybe that's something
we ought to think

about till the baby comes.

Am I gonna turn away Myra
when she has the flu,

or Anthony?

We don't even know
what's wrong with him.

Sully, you never let
fear rule your life,

and you're as much a parent
of our child as I am.

When you went off
to track Noah McBride,

you could have easily
have been killed.

I had to do that.

Exactly,
and I have to do this.

Sully, that's who we are.

This is who our baby's gonna be.

That'll be Isabelle.

Come in.

Dr. Mike, Samantha's cold
is getting worse,

and, um, I'm worried
it might be something else.

Excuse me.

Sully.

Dr. Mike!

A jar cracked open.

I'm here for my appointment.

I'll see you
right after Loren.

Oh, that's all right.
I -- I'll just get Jake

to stitch it up.

Dr. Mike?

Oh, Myra,
Isabelle had an appointment,

but it shouldn't take too long
if you don't mind waiting.

Oh, that's all right.
It's probably just a cold.

You know what a worrywart I am.

I can come back later.

No, come in.

Hello, doctor.

Oh. Oh.

Oh,
she's touching all the fruit.

- We'd better go.
- Uh...

- Loren, how's your hand?
- Oh, it's fine.

Uh, can I give you a little help
with that fruit there?

Well, I'm perfectly capable
of picking out my own fruit.

Oh, it's no trouble at all.
Happy to do it.

Let me get 'em for you.

This is ridiculous.

Ma! Ma!

Isabelle just left on the train.

I saw her through the window.

I didn't even get a chance
to say goodbye.

She knew
how you felt about her, Brian.

But why'd she have to leave?

She did a good thing, Brian.

That's right.

She left because she was sick,

and she didn't want to hurt
nobody.

Grace is right.

She left because she knew
if she stayed,

others would stop coming
to the clinic.

It's just as well.

She can get help someplace else.

Do you think anybody's gonna
be any better than we were?

We didn't do right by her.