Love's Unfolding Dream (2007) - full transcript

- Here we go.

- Appreciate it.

- Get up! Come on.

- Come on, children.
Recess is over.

- Ok, here we go.

- Mattie, Jacob. Inside.

- Emily, what happened?

- I fell off the swing
and broke my arm.

- I fell off swings a lot
when I was little.

Did you hurt your arm?

- My arm, my leg, my finger.



- Twice.
- My nose.

You fell a lot.

- She sure did.

- Can you wiggle your fingers?

Know what?

You didn't break your arm,

just bruised it a little.

- Can I go back to school?

- Sure can.
Just wash that up, ok?

- You are a natural-born
caretaker, Lindy.

- Because I can tell a bruise
from a broken bone?

- Because you can make people
feel better

when they're hurt and scared.

- Just like you, mama.



- Lindy! What brings you
into town?

- Came to get my newspapers,

and I thought I'd ask
my best fella

to take me to lunch
at the hotel.

- One of these days,
somebody else

is going to be your best fella,

and I'm going to get
just a little jealous.

- There maybe be another fella
in my life some day.

But you'll always be
the best, papa.

- That's worth the best meal
the hotel has to offer.

How'd you get to be so clever

to wrap me around
your little finger?

By the way,

I hear Dr. Jackson's
looking for a new assistant.

You mean it?
- Absolutely.

- I better get down there before
somebody else gets the job.

- What about lunch?

- Another time, papa!

- So much for being
her best fella.

Hey.

- Clark, you startled me.

What are these for?
- Nothing in particular.

Maybe I just wanted to give
my beautiful wife some flowers.

- Mr. Davis, you do
turn my head.

- Enough to steal a kiss.

You don't have to steal it.

- Grandma?
- Grandpa?

- Did you get all the eggs?

- You know the reds have a habit
of laying in the barn.

Did you check there?
- No.

- Stop lollygagging around.
Come on, get to it.

- Yes, sir.

Clark.

- Morning.

- Doctor, I'm here for
the assistant position.

- Oh, you just hold on there,
Belinda.

I can't hire you.

- But I know sutures
and basic first aid.

I even learned
a new wrapping technique

for sprains that
Dr. Ussler recommends.

- Where'd you learn that?
- I read his book.

I've read a lot of medical books
and newspaper articles,

everything I can
get my hands on.

- Reading a few books
doesn't make you qualified.

Without proper medical training,

all that book knowledge
is useless.

- But I can learn.

I already know more than anyone
in Anderson corner.

- Well, I don't doubt it.

But what I need is someone
with solid patient experience.

- This is all I've ever wanted
to do with my life.

I could learn so much
from you, doc.

- Women aren't supposed
to be doctors.

What about marriage?

- I'm not getting married.

- Ever?
- Well, doc...

- women are meant to marry
and have children,

which is exactly what you'll do

when the right man
comes along, trust me.

Marriage and a career
in medicine will never work.

- I'm not giving up.

Dr. Elizabeth Blackwell
applied to 29 schools

before she got accepted
into Geneva college.

- Elizabeth Blackwell
is the exception, not the rule.

Now, Geneva college may
accept your application,

but I won't.

Good day.
Come on.

- Whoa.

Hey.
- Hey, Clark.

What can I do for you?

- I just came into town

to pick up some supplies

from the general store.

I thought I would stop by
to see if the five of you

would like to come out
to dinner tonight.

- Well, that sounds good.

I'm always happy to eat
at your house instead of mine.

- Oh, really?
- Not that Missie's cooking

isn't good.

It's... interesting.

- It's all right, Zach.
I love my daughter dearly.

But I have to admit she does not
take after her mama

when it comes to cooking.

- Excuse me, sheriff.

- What can I do for you?

- I'm drew Simpson.
My uncle was Hank Simpson.

- Hank was a fine man.
My condolences.

- Well, thank you, Mr...

- Davis. Clark Davis.

Our place is next to Hank's,

and he was a good neighbor.

- Unfortunately, I didn't
have the opportunity

to meet uncle Hank

living so far ay
and all.

- Where you from?
- New York City.

- New York City.

I bet that's a sight different
than our little town.

- Oh, yes, well,
it's much bigger

and a little bit more cultured
and sophisticated.

This place is clearly
rather rustic.

Rustic?

Anyway, the stage driver

suggested I ask you for
directions to my uncle's place.

- I can do better than that.
Got my buckboard right outside.

I'll take you out there
myself.

- Well, that's awful kind
of you, Mr. Davis.

Sheriff.
- Good day.

- Get up!

Whoa.

Follow me.

Squatter settled in
after your uncle passed.

I'm afraid they didn't take care
of your place properly.

- I hoped it would be
in good enough shape

to sell right away.

- You're not staying?
- Certainly not.

- Going to take a sight of work
to make it presentable.

Pack rats going to settle
into those walls

if you don't get those holes
patched up.

- Do you know anyone
I could hire to do that?

- You don't want to do
the work yourself?

- I just graduated
from law school.

I know all about writs
and torts

and the right of Habeas corpus

but nothing about
working on a farm.

- I'd be happy to help you.
- Would you?

- Thank you.
I'll pay you, of course.

- That's mighty generous,
but no thanks.

- I can't let you work
for nothing, Mr. Davis.

- You'd be allowing me to
repay a debt to a good friend.

- Then I accept.
- Good.

- Please sit down.
- Thank you.

- It's great that you could
come in today.

I really appreciate it.
- It's no problem.

- It's nice to see you.

We haven't had a chance to talk
since you moved here, Mrs. Kent.

- Please, call me Sadie.

- Caleb is a bright boy,

but he's very behind
for his age,

especially in his reading
and writing.

He isn't doing his homework,

and he said that you
and his father

won't help him with it.

- I'm afraid my husband Charles

don't hold much for schoolwork.

- I'm sure you understand
the importance

of a good education.

- I know how bad it feels
when you don't have one.

I only got through
the second grade

before I had to stay home
with my mom,

take care of the younger kids.

The fact is,

I can only read
a few words on this paper.

- So, it's not that you
won't help him,

it's that you can't.

What about your husband?

- He can't read at all.

- I will spend some extra time
with Caleb.

But with 14 students
at different ages and grades,

it's going to be difficult.

- Thank you, Mrs. Tyler.

I appreciate anything
you can do for him.

- I... you know, Sadie,

I could teach you how to read,

and then you could help
Caleb to learn.

- I have to go, Mrs. Tyler.

- I should have figured it out.

- The Kents have kept
to themselves

since they moved into town.

You couldn't have known, mama.

- Well, the signs were
all there. I just missed them.

- Hey, mom. Hey, sis.
What's for dinner?

- Brunswick stew.
And it's almost ready.

So you boys go and wash up
for supper.

Uh, can we go to grandma
and grandpa's for diner?

- Not tonight.
Go do what your mama said.

- What does Charles Kent do?

- George just hired him on
pa time at the general store.

He does other odd jobs.

Mostly, he wants to get
a farm for himself.

- How did you get all that
out of him?

- Well, I asked him.

- He doesn't seem
very talkative to me.

Generally, when the sheriff
asks questions,

people give answers.

- If Mrs. Kent would learn
how to read,

a whole new world
would open up for her.

Just like it did for me, mama,
when you taught me how to read.

- Well, she'd become
a different person.

- Well, maybe that's what
her husband's afraid of.

- What kind of woman allows
her husband

to dictate to her that way?

- I wouldn't know, Lindy.

I haven't had any experience
with that kind.

- And you never will,
Zachary Tyler.

Ah!

- Miss! Hello, miss!

- Is there a doctor in town?

- Yes, are you hurt?
- No, not me.

My employer Mrs. Stafford-Smith

has grown gravely ill.

We were on the stagecoach
passing through

when Mrs. Stafford-Smith
became ill.

I fear for her life.

- I didn't think she'd make it,
miss.

- How long has she
been like this?

- An hour or so, miss.

- Whoa, whoa!

- Doctor, I've got a patient
for you.

- All right, bring her over here
on the table.

Put her right here.

Right. That's it.
All right.

Watch her head.

- Watch her head, all right.
Ok.

- Her breathing is fine.
Pulse is steady.

Her skin's clammy
to the touch, doc.

- Mrs. Stafford-Smith
began slurring her words,

and her sentences
didn't make sense.

Then she collapsed.
- She been drinking?

- Of course not!

Mrs. Stafford-Smith has

an occasional glass of Sherry,

but she is a lady.

- How long y'all been traveling?

- We left beacon hill
nearly two weeks ago.

- What she's doing out here?

- Visiting friends in Denver,
the Montgomerys,

a very prominent family.

- Do you think she had
a stroke, doc?

- Why would you say that?

- I read about the symptoms

in gray's anatomy.

- Can you help her, doctor?

- Unfortunately, I have
another patient,

possibly a breach birth.

- But you can't leave
Mrs. Stafford-Smith.

- Well, there's nothing
I can do for her

until she comes to.

She seems fairly stable,

and there's only one of me.

My other patient situation
is urgent.

So, if you can just watch out
for her until I get back.

- I'll stay, doc.

- Well, I don't have

much choice, do I?

All right, just make sure
she's comfortable,

and keep a close eye on her.

I'll get back
as soon as I can.

- Mrs. Tyler?
- Hi, Sadie.

I just wanted to talk to you
about...

- my boy in trouble at school?

- Oh, no. Nothing like that.

I just stopped by to bring
some books for Mrs. Kent

that I thought she might
be interested in.

- You asked her for books?
- No.

- No, she didn't.
It's just, I thought that...

- well, your thought wrong.
She got no use for books here.

Now, if you've got a job
you're offering,

that's a different story.

- No, I'm afraid not.

- Dr. Jackson, she's awake.

- Hea... heaven's sake...

- Get up, get up.

- Mrs. Stafford-Smith,
Mrs. Stafford-Smith,

my name is Dr. Jackson,

and I believe you've had
a stroke.

- My photos, coach...

- all right, Mrs...
- bags...

- Calm down, calm down.

This is not good for you,
ma'am.

- I have your bag, madame,
right here.

All your things are inside.

- Her speech has obviously
been impaired.

- Well, I don't think it's
as bad as it could have been.

Hopefully, the slurring
will diminish pretty quickly,

and she'll regain
coherent speech.

- There's some paralysis
on her right side.

But her left side seems
unaffected.

As soon as she's well enough

I could help her do
some movement therapy.

I read they're having
good results with that.

- Well, she will need
someone with her constantly

until we get a better grasp
of her physical limitations.

- I won't leave her side,
doctor.

- It should be someone
with at least

rudimentary medical knowledge.

Belinda...
- I can do it!

- I don't want you
to misinterpret this

as a permanent job offer,
young lady.

I haven't changed my mind
about women in medicine.

- So, I'd be like
your assistant?

- Not exactly.

You will help
Mrs. Stafford-Smith

with her movement therapy.

That is all!

- I accept.

- Well, good morning.

Something I can do for you,
son?

- Uh, well, yes.
I've got this problem.

- Mm-hmm.

- A carbuncle that is
driving me crazy.

- Hmm.

- And, you see,

the area that's affected

has been getting a good deal
of sitting time,

if you know what I mean.

- Oh, so, you're trying
to tell me

you got a boil
on your backside.

- Um...
- All right.

- Well, bend over the table
there,

and drop your drawers
and we'll have a look.

- Oh, that is a mean-looking
carbuncle

you got there all right.

Uh, would you bring me
some of that...

Rider's liniment.

It's on the top shelf
in there.

Would you stop rubbing?
- I can't help it.

- Well, the more you scratch it,
the itchier it gets.

- Here you go, doc.

- Ah!
- Oh, hey now.

- Wait. Never mind.

- Well, what about
your carbuncle?

- What carbuncle?

- Well, at least take
the liniment.

Belinda!

- Doctor.

- You see, that's another reason
I can't hire a woman.

How am I going to make my money
with you...

Scaring away my patients?

- Well, what do you think?

- Well, let me get this
straight.

You want to hire Sadie
to help you at school

so you can teach her to read
without her husband knowing?

- It's an ingenious plan
if you ask me.

- And just what will you
have her do?

- Whatever needs to be done.

She can sweep the floors,
clean the blackboards,

keep the wood stove burning.

Simple things that allow her

to learn along with
the children.

- Don't you think the way
you're going about this

is just a little sneaky?

- I think the lord will
forgive my methods

if I can offer this poor woman

a path out of the darkness
of ignorance.

- Lindy, how long is doc
going to let you

stay on at the clinic?

- As long as Mrs. Stafford-Smith
needs me.

After that, doc says
I get the boot.

- You will prove yourself
so indispensable

that he will never want
to let you go.

- That's the idea.

Grandma, there's one too many
plates for the table.

- We have a guest joining us
for supper.

- Ladies.
Come on in, young man.

Let me introduce you
to everyone.

This is my wife Marty.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- My daughter Missie.
- How do you do?

- And this is my granddaughter
Belinda.

Lindy, this is Mr. Drew Simpson.

He inherited Hank's place,

and he's come here
all the way from New York City.

- It's a pleasure to meet you,
Mr. Simpson.

I trust your journey here
hasn't left you

suffering any adverse effects?

- Nothing worth speaking of.

- I'm sure we're all
very interested

in hearing about
your journey.

- I know I am.

- Ok.
- Come.

We're having a simple dinner.
Fried chicken.
I hope you like it.

- Lord, we thank you for
the food that's in front of us,

the family that surrounds us

and the new friend
that's joined us at our table.

- Amen.
- Amen.

- Ah! Jacob honey,
guest first.

- Would you like a biscuit,
Mr. Simpson?

- Thank you.

- I'm very sorry
about your uncle.

He was a wonderful man.

- Belinda spent quite a bit
of time with him

his last few weeks.

She nursed him
right to the very end.

- That was very kind of you.

- Well, Lindy's
a natural caretaker.

In fact, she's working
in town with doc Jackson.

- I hope to be a doctor
some day.

- Oh, that's rather unusual,
isn't it?

- Pardon me.
- A woman doctor.

It doesn't seem quite...

Appropriate.
- Appropriate?

- Why would a lady
want to subject herself

to such a mentally and
physically taxing line of work?

- Oh, boy.
- I would think being

from New York City, you'd have

a more enlightened view
of women.

- And by enlightened,
I assume you mean a view

that agrees with yours?

- Ladies are every bit
as capable

in practicing medicine
as men are.

I could recommend several
recent newspaper articles

for you to read.

That is, if you're open
to being educated.

- I think you'll find
the majority of men

uncomfortable being
tended to

by someone of the weaker sex.

- That's true.

Some men might be
so intimidated

that they run away
in embarrassment.

- I'm just saying that,
like my most men,

when I marry I'll need
my wife at home.

She'll enough to do just taking
care of me and our children.

- I'm sure she will.
- More potatoes, anyone?

- Yes.
- Please.

- You're awake. Good.

How you feeling,
Mrs. Stafford-Smith?

- Tired.

- Here.

- No, don't...Need...Help.

- Your speech is better
today.

- But not my arm.

- With movement therapy,

it's possible to regain
use of your arm.

Like this...

- don't touch me.

- You're awake, madame.
This is wonderful.

- Don't fuss over me,
Windsor.

- Oh, sorry, madame.

- We should let her
get some rest.

- Of course, miss.

I'll be in the next room,
madame.

I won't leave you.

- I know you won't, Windsor.

- It would be
a great disadvantage

if you hadn't been available
to help me fix up the place,

Mr. Davis.

I'd never have got it
good enough to sell.

- Glad to do it.

Be careful now
you catch yourself on a rusty...

- ow!

- That wire.
Hold on. Hold on.

Let me take a look at it.
Let me see it.

- No, it's nothing.
- Let me see it.

Oh, that puncture wound is deep.

Tell you, the one thing
you don't mess around with

is rusty wire.

You get a nasty infection.

Now, I want you to go
into town,

and I want you to see
the doc.

- I'm fine, really.
- Go on now.

I mean it. You don't mess
with rust in a cut.

I'll finish up here.

- Yes, sir.
- All right.

- Whoa.

- Afternoon, Mr. Simpson.

- Good afternoon, Ms. Tyler.

I came to see Dr. Jackson
about my hand.

- He's out checking
on patients.

- Why? What's wrong?

- I had a little run-in
with a rusty wire.

When do you expect the doctor
to return?

- Not for hours.

Rusty wire?

Tetanus can take hold
pretty quick.

Might end up losing the hand.

- I think you're exaggerating.

- I understand that
you're uncomfortable

being tended to
by the weaker sex.

But unless you clean
that wound immediately

it might be too late.

Lockjaw could set in
by tonight,

although that may not be
the worst thing.

All right.

How much humble pie
do I have to eat

to persuade you to help me?

- Just enough to make me
believe

that you sincerely regret
saying

that I have no business
becoming a doctor.

I most sincerely regret it.

- Come inside.

My grandma tells me
you went to Columbia university.

You didn't mention that
the other day at dinner.

- I guess I could have
worked that in

when you offered to recommend
articles to help enlighten me.

- That would have been
a good time.

You're so fortunate
to have the opportunity

to study at Columbia.

- I suppose that's true.

- I can't be a doctor

without the proper education.

Those hospitals won't
even consider me

for a nursing position.

But the proper education
requires a great deal of money.

I've been saving
for a long time.

I'm sorry if it stings.

- Oh, no. It's all right.

Actually, you've been
very gentle.

- There.
You're all set.

Remember to keep
the wound clean.

- At the risk of bringing up
an old argument,

I must say that you're a bright
and beautiful young woman.

- Beautiful?
- Yes.

Anyway,
you'll surely be married

before long.

Why would you want to
waste your time

preparing for a career
that you'll have to leave?

- Why does every man assume that
I'm on a hunt for a husband?

- Isn't that the goal?

Find a mate, settle down,
have children?

- As a lawyer, everything is
black or white to you, isn't it?

- Well, that's...
that's rather simplistic.

But there is a clear-cut
sense of right and wrong

in the law that I've
come to appreciate.

- That's why we're different.

I see all of god's colors,

and some are between
black and white.

It's my dream to be
a doctor.

- I should get back
to the ranch.

- Of course.

Please tell my grandpa
I said hello.

- Those sheets are rough.

- They're all I've got.

- That cot is like
sleeping on a board.

And the draft in here
practically blows the blanket

off my legs.

How long until I can leave?

- You can move to the hotel
today, Mrs. Stafford-Smith.

If Belinda will stay with you...
can you do that?

- But I thought I'd continue
to work here with you?

- Mrs. Stafford-Smith
needs a nurse.

I thought that's what
you wanted to be.

- Actually, I want to be
a doctor.

- It's all settled then.

- And "decision"...

D-e-c-i-s-i-o-n.

I think that's recess.
You're dismissed.

- You want me to keep
an eye on 'em, Mrs. Tyler?

- Yes, thank you, Sadie.

- Is everything all right?

- You forgot
your lunch today.

- Oh, you are so sweet
to bring it.

I am starving.
Thank you.

- Saw Charles Kent this morning.

He told me Sadie
really enjoys working here.

- She is learning more and more
every day.

She's already ahead of Caleb.

Now, she can help him
with his work.

- I know how much
you want to help Sadie,

but Charles is a proud man.

- Pride is a man's downfall,
Zach.

- All I'm saying Missie
is that

he won't take it too well

if he finds out she's doing

something behind his back.

See you tonight.

- Bye.

- Windsor, is this the best room
the hotel has to offer?

- I'm afraid so, madame.

- I suppose it's a step up
from the clinic.

Still, these pillows
are much too flat.

They'll never do.

And surely they've got
better linen.

Oh!

- I'm mortified by these
inferior accommodations.

But I'm afraid it's not
possible to get

anything better
in this uncivilized outpost.

- Oh, Ms. Tyler.
Please come in.

Madame, I'll just be down
in the restaurant

to check on your tea.

- Wash the China yourself,
Windsor.

I don't trust these people

to have high standards
of cleanliness.

- Yes, madame.

- How you feeling today,
Mrs. Stafford-Smith?

- How do you think
I'm feeling?

Being forced to endure
these primitive conditions.

- You know, we're not all
uncivilized here.

- Really?

Did I somehow miss seeing
the opera house

or a good library

or even a hat shop with
the latest fashions from Europe?

No? I thought not.

- Anderson corner
has other things to offer.

- Such as?

- Good people

and a church that welcomes
everybody including strangers.

And we take care of each other
in difficult times.

- You've never even been outside
this small town, have you?

- Actually, I was born
in New York.

I didn't come here
until I was 14.

So I do know a few things
about the world outside.

But I much prefer
Anderson corner.

- You actually like it here.

- Compared to New York
it's heaven on earth.

I'm going to miss it terribly

when I leave to study
to be a doctor.

- Well, now there's
a surprising ambition

for a farm girl.

- I believe it's what
god called me to do.

God?

Don't put your trust
in god, young woman.

He is unconcerned
with your ambitions.

- You don't mean that.

- The only thing you have
to rely on

in this world is yourself.

It must be awful lonely
believing in

nothing but myself.

- When you've had
a little experience

with the harsh realities
of life,

you'll abandon that naive faith.

- I've had a great deal of
experience with harsh reality.

Without my faith, I suspect
I'd be much like you.

- How's that?
- Very unhappy.

- Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

Hello.
- Hi.

- Drew.

I'm so glad you could join us
for supper.

Belinda, I need some eggs,
please.

- All right, grandma.

Everyone here
works for their supper.

You might as well
spit it out.

- What?

- Whatever it is
you're stewing over.

- I apologize

for being so opinionated
and outspoken.

- You probably can't help it.

- Can you?
- Not to save my life.

Truce?

- Truce.

- Truce.

- Now remember as I’m
moving your arm

you've got to imagine
you're doing it on your own, ok.

- I saw you reading
late into the night last night.

- I'm so sorry.
Did the light keep you awake?

- My age keeps me awake.

- I'll turn the light out
earlier tonight.

- Must have been
a very interesting book

to keep you awake
at that hour.

- Oh, it is.

It's called the laws of life,
and it's written by...

- by Elizabeth Blackwell.

- You know of her?

- I heard her speak in Boston.

She's a very intelligent woman.

- I can't imagine what
it must be like

to hear her speak
in person.

- You sound like you
greatly admire her.

- She's done so much
to pave the way for women

to become doctors.

- Ah, and that's what
you want to be.

- I'll be fortunate if I'm able
to train to be a nurse.

The schooling for doctors
is terribly expensive.

- You moved your arm.

- Your powers of observation
are remarkable.

- This calls for
a cup of tea.

Now, imagine this is
your favorite Earl Grey.

See if you can lift your arm
enough to take it.

- What? Like a dog
doing tricks?

- Like a woman who wants
her independence back.

You are a very impertinent
young woman.

- And you are
a very difficult patient.

If you apply your willfulness
to your therapy,

you might get better.

- We'll try again
in the morning.

- When you're done,
you can go.

- Who is Charles dickens?

- A very talented author.

You can borrow the book
if you like.

- Oh, no, thank you.

I'll see you tomorrow,
Mrs. Tyler.

- All right.

- Hello, boys.
What can I do for you?

- Uh, mom needs some flour.

- All right. What kind?
She usually has wheat.

- Wheat's good.
- Yeah.

- All right.
Ah!

- You ok, Mr. Brown?

- Mr. Brown!

- Ahh!
- Dad, Mr. Brown is ill!

- George?

Doc, George needs to have you
take a look at him.

He's got a pain.
He can't even stand up straight.

Get up there on the table.

I will look at him.

Mm-hmm. All right, George.

You been vomiting, huh?

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, you don't have
a fever.

You been into the candy again?
- Well...

- yeah, I thought so.
- Ah!

- I've got to get back
to the office.

You need anything,
let me know, doc.

- All right. Thanks, Hank.

- Bye, daddy.

- Would you get my watch over
there on the desk, Belinda?

Take his pulse.

- Checking for
rebound tenderness?

- Well, if you're so smart,
what am I doing now?

- Using Mcburney's point method
to diagnose what's wrong.

125.

- And I suppose you have
an opinion?

- I think he has
acute appendicitis.

He probably needs surgery.

- If he has
an appendicitis attack,

it's not bad enough
to warrant surgery.

- But if his appendix
were to burst...

- burst?!

- Just calm down, George,

there's nothing to worry about
now.

You can get up.
- All right.

- Look, if you get a fever,

or if the pain gets
considerably worse,

you come and see me,

even if it's in the middle
of the night.

Here, take a teaspoon of this
three times a day

until the pain goes away.

And, George, you stay out
of that candy jar.

You're a grown man,
not a five year old.

- Yes, sir.
- All right.

- Much obliged.

- Now, listen here,
young lady,

a good doctor never performs
an unnecessary surgery.

It's too risky

unless the patient
will die without it.

- But he had all the symptoms?

- If he had acute appendicitis,

George would have been right off
this table from the pain.

He might even have
passed out.

Probably has nothing worse
than a simple stomach ache.

- Mama? What's this word?

- "Capture."

- And this one?

- "Elephant."

It says "then they went out

to capture the wild elephant."

- How do you know
what that says, Sadie?

- Mama's learning to read
at school with me, pa.

She's real good.

Charles!

- My, you sure are a lucky man

to have a wife who cooks
like Marty does.

- I am blessed,
that's for sure.

- I thank god every day
that he saw fit

to put me and Marty together.

- When did you first know
you loved her?

- That's easy.

When I thought I’d
never see her again

I felt a terrible emptiness
inside of me.

And I knew that if
I didn't get her back,

nothing would ever
fill that up again.

- That's a pretty clear sign.

- I thought so.

What about you though?

Tell me about that life
you gotta get back to.

You got a young lady
waiting for you?

- No.

My father thought I should
concentrate on school

before getting serious
about anybody.

- He may be right.
- He's always right.

- Sounds like a man
who's pretty sure of himself.

- If he's ever had
a moment's doubt,

he hasn't admitted it.

- Considers it a weakness,
I'll bet.

- Yeah. He says if someone
senses weakness in you,

that's when they go in
for the kill.

- That's a pretty harsh way
to look at life.

- But probably true,
in a legal battle anyway.

Now, we can both go
up on that roof,

you can find a way
to hurt yourself again,

or you can take
the wagon into town

pick up those supplies
that we ordered.

- That's an easy choice, sir.

- Charles.

- Yeah?

- I heard what happened
with your wife.

- You mean, your wife.
She tricked me.

- I'm not apologizing
for Missie.

She was acting out of kindness

and with the honest intent
to help.

- I don't see how this has

anything to do with you,
sheriff.

Unless there's some new law
about reading

that I don't know about.

- You know, Charles,

there's no shame
in not being able to read.

The shame is from
not even trying.

Good day.

- I know it hurts,
but that's a good sign.

It means your nerves
are kicking back in.

If you just try
a little bit harder...

- I am trying!
- You're giving up too easily!

- Who do you think you are
to talk to me that way?

An ignorant, low class girl
in a godforsaken town

in the middle of nowhere!

- I may not have
a college education,

but I'm well-read
and definitely not ignorant!

As for class,
I come from a good family

that could teach you
a few things about

what that word really means.

- Get out of my sight!
- With pleasure.

- Windsor!

Miss Belinda!

Miss Belinda, please wait up!
Wait up, miss Belinda!

Miss Belinda!

- I'm sorry, Mr. Windsor.

I know you're used to
taking her abuse,

but I'm not about to.

- Mrs. Stafford-Smith would
never mean

to be abusive to you, miss.

- I don't what you call it
back east,

but out here we call it
rude and unacceptable behavior.

- May I share something
of a personal matter

with you, Ms. Tyler?

There's something
I'd like to show you.

This is Benjamin and Lucy,

Mrs. Stafford-Smith's
children.

- I thought she didn't
have any children.
- She doesn't now.

- Oh, I see.

- Mrs. Stafford-Smith
became a widower

shortly after Lucy was born.

Her children became
everything in her life, miss.

- What happened to them?

- Lucy passed away

when she was five
of the Scarlet fever,

and Benjamin drowned

just before he was to
graduate from Harvard.

- Terrible.

- When Mrs. Stafford-Smith
lost Lucy,

the only thing that kept her
going was Benjamin.

And when she lost him,
I was afraid she...

- so sorry.

That explains her anger
and bitterness,

but it doesn't excuse
her behavior.

- I just want you to understand
that Mrs. Stafford-Smith

was not always
the way she is.

She was a kind, generous woman.

Try to think of her
the way she was

before unbearable loss
changed her.

Try to see her
with a forgiving heart

and not a judgmental mind.

- Come in.

What are you doing back here?

- I want to apologize to you,
Mrs. Stafford-Smith.

It was inexcusable for me
to speak to a patient like that

no matter how challenging
you are.

- This submissive demeanor
is out of character for you.

Does it have anything to do
with Windsor

rushing out after you?

- He told me a little bit
about your background,

but please do not be
angry with him.

- He knows better than
to discuss my private life.

- He's devoted to you.

The only reason he told me is
because he believes you need me.

- I don't need anyone
to help me.

- We all need someone.

I lost my mother, father
and baby sister.

When I was nine,
my little brother Jacob and I

had to go live
in a orphanage.

- How did you get here?

- An orphan train.

They go from town to town

giving kids to whoever
would want them.

Sometimes they're good families,
and sometimes they're not.

If it wasn't for
Missie and Zach,

me and Jacob would be
separated forever.

- I'm sorry for you, Belinda.

But now you know why
I turned from god.

- No, I don't.

- How can you still
have faith?

- I know we never
really die.

I'm connected to
the people I love in life,

and I know we're still
connected in death.

- A comforting thought

if you can believe
in fairy tales, which I can't.

That's enough for today.
You may go.

- Whoa.

Hi.

- Belinda.

- I was visiting my grandma,

and she wanted me to bring
lunch to y'all.

- Well, your grandpa
went into town

to pick up some lumber.

He should be back soon.

- I'll just lay this here then.

- Uh, wait.

Why don't you stay
and visit a while.

- I can't. I should be
getting back to the clinic.

- I was thinking that
maybe we could have lunch

at the hotel sometime.

- I'd like that.

- Tomorrow?

- Well...

Sure.

- Evening, Charles.
- Evening, Mr. Davis.

- Drew Simpson is fixing up
his uncle's place.

He could use some help.

He'll pay you a good wage,

and I thought you might
be interested in a job.

- Can I work around
my hours at the store?

- You bet.
- All right, then.

I'll be there after lunch.

- I'll see you then.
- All right.

Mr. Davis,
thank you, sir.

I really appreciate the work.

- You're welcome, Charles.
You're welcome.

- Thank you.

I envy you your faith,
Belinda, but I can't share it.

And even if I could
it doesn't change the fact

that the only reason
I didn't let that stroke kill me

is my distant relatives

who are just waiting
for me to die

so that they can
inherit my fortune.

- I think the whole reason
your stroke didn't kill you

is because god has work for you.

Find a purpose
by loving other people.

- And losing them.

- The fact that
you grieve deeply

means you love deeply.

There's so many people out there
who need what you have.

- Who would that be?

- At the orphanage, there's
hundreds of children

without parents or parents
who just simply give them away.

- Ah, so you're suggesting
I give money.

- Not just money, yourself.

You have so much left to give,
and they need love.

Aren't we supposed
to be practicing?

Reach for the teacup.

One hand.

- Best cup of tea
I ever had.

- Hold it right there.
- Ok.

- That will do it.

Thanks again, Charles.

I'm not sure what I would have
done without you.

- You're more than welcome,
Mr. Simpson.

- Drew.
- All right, drew.

- Can I ask you a question?

About the law?

- Sure.

- It's about adoption.

- You and your wife
thinking about adopting a child?

- Not exactly.

Sadie was married
before we met.

Her first husband,
he was Caleb's pa.

But he was a real no-account.

Used to beat Sadie
and Caleb both.

- She divorce him?

- Yeah.

He got in a bar fight,

and he hurt some fella
real bad.

They put him in prison.

It gave Sadie a chance
to get away,

but he's fixing
to get out soon.

And I know he's going to
come looking for Caleb.

Now...

If I can adopt him,
does that make him my boy?

And ain't nobody can
take him away?

- That's right.

Sadie's awful worried that

he won't give up his claim
to Caleb.

- Well, under
normal circumstances,

he'd have to agree to it.

But because he's been in prison

there's no way the court
would favor him over you.

- You sure about that?

- Well, I'll draw up the papers
to petition the court.

I'll see what the judge
has to say.

- Well, now, I can't pay you
right now, but...

- you don't have to.

- Well, I don't take charity.

- Consider it part of your wages
for working here.

Like a bonus
for doing a really good job.

- All right.

Thank you, drew.

- It's my pleasure, Charles.

I just passed the bar.

- I'll take those for you,
folks.

- When I return home,
I'll join my father's practice.

- Does he practice
criminal law?

- Nothing nearly
so unsavory.

No, he handles mostly contracts,

wills, trusts,
that sort of thing.

My father represents some of the
wealthiest people in New York.

- So you'll only be
helping the rich people?

- Well, that's who
are clients are.

- They don't have to be. You
could help the less fortunate.

- We work with people
who pay our fees.

- Is that all you care about?
Money?

- Don't be ridiculous.
That's not what I meant.

- Seems to me you don't have
a real passion for law.

- Well, the definition of law

is reason free from passion.

Do you have time
to take a walk?

- I should be getting back
to Mrs. Stafford-Smith.
- A short one?

- So, do you really want
to be a lawyer?

Was it simply expected of you?

- It was always understood
that I would follow

in my father's footsteps, yes.

- What does your mother think?
Doesn't her opinion matter?

- Well, her opinion would matter
a great deal

if she was still alive.

She died when I was 8.

- Oh, I had no idea.
I'm so sorry, drew.

- You know, for a long time
after she died,

I used to play
this little game

every time I left the house.

I'd pretend that
when I came home

she'd be there
hiding somewhere

waiting for me to find her.

Of course, the only thing
I ever found

was the latest governess
my father had hired.

He gave me every material
advantage I could ever hope for.

The only thing I ever wanted
was my mother to be there

when I came home.

You're privileged to have
both your parents.

- Actually, I was adopted.

- I would have never guessed
they're not really your family.

I mean, not that...

It's all right.

At first, it didn't feel like
they were my family.

Then they made me realize
that loving someone

has nothing to do with
being related

and everything to do with
opening your heart

and letting someone in.

- I envy the relationship
you have with your family.

- Why?

- You really love each other.

I haven't felt that
since my mother died.

That sense of security,
of knowing that...

- knowing that someone will
always be there for you.

You'll never be completely
on your own again.

- Yes.

Exactly.

You see?

My, my, my.

You have made remarkable
progress, Mrs. Stafford-Smith.

I must say I am
very impressed.

To be truthful, I wasn't sure
you'd regain use of your arm.

- Nor did I think so,

but Belinda was stubborn
about my therapy.

She listened to me
grouse and complain,

but she never gave up on me.

She's a remarkable young woman,
don't you think, doctor?

- Yes, yes. She is.

Indeed. Remarkable.

I know you must be anxious

to get back to Boston,

and I think you can
start planning to go home now.

- Oh, thank you, doctor.

- So, what did you ride
all the way out here

to ask your grandma?

- Seems while I wasn't looking

my life just got
really complicated.

- This wouldn't have anything to
do with drew Simpson, would it?

- I'm attracted to him,
and it's not fair.

- To you or to him?
- Both.

- He's becoming a distraction,
and I can't let that happen.

Everything seems to be
getting a lot harder

all of the sudden.

Only a few years ago
I knew just how

to get answers
to my questions.

- You wish it was simple again
like when you were a child?

You could say
a heartfelt prayer to god

and then just listen
for his guidance.

- Yes.

- Belinda, it's still
that simple.

- Drew, you want to take
a break?

- What? Oh, no, no, no.
I'm fine.

- Is something weighing
on your mind?

- No, nothing.

- Have you ever had
that experience

where you think a person
is one way

and they turn out to be
something else entirely.

- I think we've all had
that experience

at one time or...

- I had Belinda all figured out.

Then I get thrown for a loop.
- And that's bad?

- Well, it's...Complicated.

She makes me think about things
I thought were all settled.

- Such as?

- Where I'm going to live,
what I'm going to do.

Even whether or not my life
has any real meaning or purpose.

- Well, a woman can do that
to a man.

- I know what I want to do
with my life.

I want to sell this place,
go back to New York,

go into my father's firm,
get married and raise a family.

- Well, in that case,
what is the problem?

- Belinda is the problem.

I don't want to think
about her.

I don't want to
get involved with her.

She's nothing like
the kind of woman

I have planned
for my future.

She wants a career
in a man's field!

She's opinionated, outspoken,
strong-willed,

smart, kind.

- That doesn't sound like
a problem, son.

That sounds like
an opportunity.

Whoa.

- It's not your hand again?

- It's my finger.
I think it's broken.

- There ought to be a law

against giving you a hammer,
son.

- For your information,

the first time I hurt myself
it was on a wire.

- Well, maybe you should stick
to lawyering.

Hmm...

Belinda, why don't you
look at the boy's hand.

- Can you bend it?

- I guess I can.

- I think it's just a bruise.

I can splint it
if it's broken.

It might be quite cumbersome.

- Just leave it.

Have lunch at the hotel
with me today.

- I'm sorry. I can't.
- Tomorrow then?

I have Mrs. Stafford-Smith
to tend to.

- Well, maybe we can find time...

- do you want the splint?
- What?

No.

No splint.

- Then excuse me.

I have work to finish.

- Belinda, wait.

- I have to get home, drew.
I have things to do.

- Why are you being like this?
What happened?

- I don't know
what you mean.

- Yes, you do.

- When the farm sells,

you'll be moving back
to New York, right?

- Well, yes.

- And I'll be staying here.
So where does that leave us?

You'll go back to a life
I can barely imagine.

Being with rich clients
in a big office,

going to fancy balls
with orchestras,

dancing with well-bred girls
in satin gowns.

After a while,
you won't even remember me.

Hand me that, please.

Come on.

- Let's see who that is.

Hey, Charles.

- Evening, sheriff.

Awful sorry to interrupt
your family meal.

- Would you like to
join us, Charles?

- No, thank you, ma'am.

I just came to drop this by.

It's for miss Belinda.

- It seems drew hurt himself
again.

I better go check on him.

I'll be back
as soon as I can, mama.

- Thank you, Charles.
- Sure.

- Drew?

What?

- I believe this belonged
to my aunt.

Probably mean a great deal
to my uncle.

This isn't a fancy ballroom.

There isn't an orchestra.

But if I can have this dance,

I promise you, Belinda,
I will never forget it.

- You know this doesn't
change anything, drew.

- I think it changes
everything.

- I should go in.

- I'll see you tomorrow.

- I don't think...
- tomorrow.

- Yeah! Ya!

- Dr. Jackson has
give me the go-ahead

to travel home to Boston.

- I'm very happy for you
Mrs. Stafford-Smith.

But I am going to miss you.

- I'd like you to
come with me, Belinda.

If you're worried
about the traveling, Mr...

- no, I'm not looking for
a traveling companion.

I'd like you to come back to
Boston and live with me.

Take me to that orphanage.
I'd like to meet those children.

- You don't need me
to take you there.

- I'll just get you
the name of the orphanage...

- oh, well, Belinda,
there's more.

I would like to pay your way

through college
and medical school.

You shouldn't have to settle
for small dreams.

Dare to go for the big ones.

You'll make a fine doctor,
Belinda.

That's a much too
generous offer,

Mrs. Stafford-Smith.

I'm afraid I can't accept it.
- Why on earth not?

- Because it would take me
years and years to pay you back.

- Well, it's not a loan.
It's a gift!

I'm a very wealthy woman.

I can afford to do this
for you.

I would like to think

if my Lucy had lived

she might have grown up
to be just like you, Belinda.

- Even if I could
accept your offer,

they would never accept me
into a good college.

I mean, most of the schools
don't even allow women.

- Oh, posh!

I'll just send up
a smoke signal

to my friend Sam Gregory...

- Dr. Samuel Gregory?

The doctor Samuel Gregory
who founded

Boston university
school of medicine?

- Yes, one in the same.

I don't know what to say.

- Well, say yes.

- Thank you,
Mrs. Stafford-Smith.

Thank you.

- Well, I know that you'll need
to talk this over

with your family.

But when I leave
next week,

I hope you'll
be with me.

- I think it is the opportunity
of a lifetime, Lindy.

- But Boston is very far away.

We would certainly miss you.

- And I'm going to miss you

and papa and grandpa
and Mattie and Jacob.

I can't leave Jacob.

- Oh, we'll take good care
of him.

Besides, we all knew that
you were going to have to

leave Anderson corner one day

if you were going to get
a good education.

- It scares me about
thinking of leaving everyone.

- When I came out here
from back east,

I was scared, too.

- So was I.

When I left with
my first husband Willie,

I had no idea what lay ahead.

The only thing I knew
was that I was

leaving the only home
I'd ever known.

- How'd you both do it?

- When you face the unknown,

you have to gather every ounce
of courage you possess

and then tell yourself that if
it's the right thing to do

everything will work out fine.

- And if it doesn't
you can always come home.

- So, you think I should go?

- I think you should do
what your mom and I both did...

pray about it
and then decide.

- Belinda.
What a wonderful surprise.

- I can only stay a moment,
drew.

Something entirely unexpected
has happened,

and I wanted to let you know.

- I hope it's something good.

- Actually, it's amazing.

Mrs. Stafford-Smith has asked me
to go to Boston with her.

She's going to put me
through school.

- That's incredible.

I know what it must mean
to you.

You know, Boston isn't
that far from New York.

Maybe we can...
- that's just it, drew.

- No, we can't.
- Why not?

- As soon as I get
my medical degree,

I'll be coming back here
practicing with doc

and hopefully taking over
for him some day.

- You may change your mind
when you get to Boston.

- It has a great deal to offer.

- It doesn't have
what Anderson corner does...

my family,
people who really need me.

They probably won't have
a doctor when doc's gone.

- Belinda, we can work
this out...

- I've thought hard
about this, drew.

I've prayed even harder.

I'll never fit into your world.
My life is here.

The only way we could
be together

is if one of us
is miserable.

- Belinda.
- I said what I came to say.

- Belinda...

Belinda!

- Who is it?

- Jonas Barnes.

He hurt his leg recently.

Gangrene set in. It's going to
have to come off at the knee.

- Will surgery save his life?

- With gangrene...

I don't know.

But if I don't do it,
he'll die within the day.

- I can help.

- Belinda, this is
life-threatening,

gruesome surgery.

- I can handle it, doc.

- Cora, I need you
to wait outside.

I'll come and get you
as soon as we're done.

All right, Jonas, I think
we're ready to start.

- Think maybe you could
say a little prayer first.

- Of course.

Belinda?

- Lord, we are
eternally grateful

that you are here with us now

and pray that you bless doc
with a steady hand

and bless Jonas
with a peaceful heart

and Cora with the knowledge

that you are in control
of this day.

Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

- All right, I need you
to lay back down now.

Everything's going to
be all right.

- Count to ten with me, ok?
- Ok.

- One...
- One.

- Two...
- Two.

- Three...
- Three.

- Four...
- Four.

- Five...
- Five.

- Six...
- Six.

Seven, eight...

- All right.
- He's out.

- Ok.

- All right.

- This starts the process to
make you legally Caleb's father.

I'll just need you to
sign there,

and then I'll file the paper
with the court.

- You really think the judge
will Grant the adoption?

- I can't guarantee it.

But it should be
an open and shut case.

Your turn, Charles.

- Can I sign for Charles?

- Well, I'm afraid not.

You just put your X
right there.

Very good.

You know, you're my
first client.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I need to be going.

- Thank you so much, drew.

I really appreciate it.

- You're more than welcome.

Thank you, Sadie.

- Charles...

We haven't talked about
what happened with Caleb.

I want to explain.

- No, you don't have to,
Sadie.

- I'm sorry I went
behind your back.

But I don't understand why

you don't want me
to learn to read.

- I reckoned if
you learned how to read

you'd see there's a whole lot
more out there

than what I can give you
and Caleb.

- Oh, Charles.

You are the finest man
I've ever known.

I don't know what Caleb and I
would have done without you.

- Oh, Sadie, I love you
both so much.

And I'd be mighty proud
to give Caleb my name.

But I... I wonder if he's
going to be ashamed of me.

- You know what would make
your son proud of you, Charles...

seeing that his father
had the courage

to do something very hard

and all because
he loves his son so much.

If I can do it,

I know you can, Charles.

- Sure would be nice to be able
to read that piece of paper

that says I'm Caleb's pa.

Think she might teach us
together?

What happened?

Cora!

Cora...

- You mustn't move,
Mr. Barnes.

Mr. Barnes...

- Cora!

Ya!
- Mr. Barnes!

Oh, dear god.

No.

- What happened?

- He got scared.
He started asking for Cora.

I tried to stop him, doc.
I'm so sorry.

- All right, go get
some bandages. Hurry.

And hurry.

Get you back into bed now, ok.

If you can.

- All right, all right.
Just calm down now.

Just calm down.
Calm down.

It's going to be all right.

Now, Jonas, Jonas,
it's going to be all right.

It's going to be all right.

- Listen to me, Jonas,
you have to relax.

Jonas! Shh! Shh! Shh!
All right? Shh!

Shh! Shh!
You have to relax.

Jonas...

Oh, Jonas, please
don't do this.

Oh...

Oh.

Oh, Jonas.

- Hi, Lindy.

- Boys, go outside please.

- You poor dear.

- I tried, grandma,
I really did.

He was so strong.

How could be so strong
after what he went through?

- He was very frightened.
Fear can do that.

- I haven't seen anyone die
since my mom and baby sister.

It's so horrible to see the life
drain out of him so fast.

- I'm so sorry, darling.

- It was so awful.

- It wasn't your fault, Belinda.

- It's ok.

- It must be hard on him
to lose a patient

he's tried so desperately
to save.

But once he gets past
the sadness and frustration

he must feel,

he will tell you
it wasn't your fault.

- If it wasn't my fault,
then why do I feel like it is?

- Because you care deeply
about people,

and that's what makes you
hurt for them.

And that is also what will
make you a good doctor.

- I don't think I'm cut out
to be a doctor after all.

I'll just stay here
and be doc's assistant

if he'll let me.

- Belinda, you can't mean that!

- I'm afraid I do.
- No.

- Whoa.

- Hello, Mrs. Stafford-Smith.

- Did you tell Belinda
it was her fault

that poor man died?

- Of course not.

- Did you tell her it wasn't?

- Well, you don't mean that...

Well, I didn't think...
- exactly!

- All right.

- That ought to do it.

- I don't think you'll have
any trouble finding a buyer now.

- I already know
the buyer I want.

Charles, would you and Sadie
like to take this place?

- Oh, we could never afford
a place like this.

- You could if I loaned you
the money.

- I could never accept
a loan that big.

- What if we called it
a mortgage?

Except you could pay it off
as you can.

In a way, I owe you, Charles.

You showed me how good it feels
to practice the law

when I'm helping someone
who really needs it.

So, Charles, what do you say?

Will you take this place
off my hands for me?

- Yeah. Yes.
Yes, I will.

Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Yee-ha!

- Oh, that's mighty good.
Mighty nice.

Thank you.

- Doc?

Doc, are you here?

"Dear, doc,

"I'm so sorry to have
let you down,

"but you were right.

I don't have what it takes
to be a doctor..."

- Whoa!

- Can I help?
- She can barely breathe.

We have to get her to doc.

- Hold onto her.

Come on, boys.

Where's the doctor?

- He's not here.

- Belinda, I need your help.

- You have to help her.
She's turning blue!

- I don't know what to do,
Caroline. I'm sorry.

- You're her only chance
right now.

- I can't be responsible
for Sally's life.

- This is your destiny, right?

This is what god wants from you.

You have to believe that,
Belinda. I do.

Please!

- Ok. Ok, think.

Ok, trouble breathing.

- What is it?
What's wrong with my baby?

- It could be a number
of things.

If my diagnosis
is wrong...

- please, Belinda!

- Ok.

- Ok, got to open your mouth,
all right.

There's an abscess in the area
around the tonsils.

- What does that mean?
- I don't know.

It could be quinsy.

- Is there some kind of
medicine for it?

- No. There's only one thing
to do.

I have to Lance her throat.
- Then do it.

- Helen, I've never done
this procedure before

or anything like this.

- I'll help you.
Whatever I can do.

What can I do?

- Ok, get the tray
and get the mask.

Ok, wet this.
- Ok.

- Put this on her mouth
for five seconds.

Five seconds.

One, two, three,
four, five.

- Got to hold her head still
so she won't move.

Dear god, guide my hand.

Looks like she'll be fine.

- Belinda...

What you did...

It could have gone
the other way.

I could have lost her, drew.

- But you didn't.

You were smart enough
to figure out what to do

and brave enough to do it.

- I was terrified
the whole time.

- That didn't stop you.

- Aw, Belinda I have been
looking all over for you.

What's happened?

What is it?

- Belinda saved
my daughter's life.

- All right, open up for me.

Yeah, I bet that throat
is really sore, huh?

Good excuse for your mama

to churn some fresh buttermilk
for you.

- I sure will.

You know, you saved her life.

- But I didn't save Jonas's.

- Yes, about that.

I owe you a very big apology.

Jonas's death wasn't
your fault.

- But I couldn't hold him still.

- But that's not why he died.

Jonas was dying
when he came to us.

We were trying to save him,

but unfortunately the surgery
was just too much for him.

I told you how difficult it is
losing a patient.

I've been practicing
for 40 years, give or take.

It never gets any easier.

When it hurts this much,

it just means that

you care that much more
about your patients.

- Oh.

I don't think I'm cut out
to be a doctor.

- Oh, yes you are, young lady.

You go back to Boston
with Mrs. Stafford-Smith.

But you just make darn sure
that you come back here

when you're a doctor.

- Doc?

- Well, now don't start crying,

or else...I'll think
I made a mistake after all.

- Whoa.

- That's for having
more faith in me

than I had in myself.

Giddy up!

- Are you sure you don't
want us

to see you off
at the stagecoach?

- I'd rather we say
goodbye here.

- You know, by train,

Boston isn't as far
as it once seemed.

- Uh-huh.

- Are you all right, Belinda?

- Yes, mama.
I'm fine.

- No second thoughts about
leaving

with Mrs. Stafford-Smith?

- No. Not anymore.

I feel at peace
with my decision.

- So your second thoughts
are about drew?

- I love him, mama.

I really do.

It could never work.

Sometimes one dream
is all you can have.

- Whoa. Whoa.

Morning.
- Morning.

- I just wanted to say goodbye,
Clark.

And thank you
for everything.

- You headed home?

- Charles and Sadie
are moving onto the farm.

I'm headed back to New York
tomorrow.

I imagine Belinda left.

- We said our goodbyes
at Missie's this morning.

She's probably getting on
the stage right about now.

You asked me once
when I knew I loved Marty.

But you never asked me
what I did about it.

- What was that?

- She left on a wagon train

going back home.

I went after her.

If you love someone,
if you truly love them,

you don't let them go.

- I've learned a lot
from you, Clark.

- Then what are you doing
still standing here?

Don't you have
a stage to catch?

- Last call! Denver stage!

All aboard, folks!
Last call! Denver stage!

- Come on. Whoa.
Belinda!

- Oh my goodness.

Don't go.

- I'll practice in Boston
while you're in school,

and then we'll come back here.

- You'd be happy practicing law
in Anderson corner?

- Anderson corner is the place
I learned to love the law.

And it has you.

I don't think I could be
truly happy anywhere else.

- This isn't your world, drew.

- You're my world.

I love you, Belinda.
Marry me.

- Oh, there's a train
back to Boston most every day.

You'll catch one next week.

Windsor will meet you at
the depot, won't you, Windsor?

- I'd love to marry you, drew.

- Do you, Andrew, take Belinda

to be your lawfully
wedded wife?

To have and to hold
for richer, for poorer

in sickness and in health

forsaking all others
'til death do you part?

- I do.

- And do you, Belinda,
take Andrew

to be your lawfully wedded
husband,

to have and to hold
for richer, for poorer

in sickness and in health
forsaking all others

'til death do you part?

- I do.

- I know pronounce you
man and wife.

- Bye.

- Mmm. Be safe.

- I will. You know I will.

- Take care, son.

- Thank you so much.
- Bless you.

- Bye, grandpa.

- All right. Take care, honey.

- Jacob.

Be good.

Marty.

- Take care.

- Thank you.
- Absolutely.

- Take care of my girl.

- Will do.

You ready?

Bye!

Get up!

- Bye!

We love you!

Bye!
We love you too!

We love you!