ONE TOUCH OF NATURE
Written by Melissa Rosenberg / Directed by Alan Levi
+EXTREME CLOSE ON THE FACE OF A TURKEY - DAY ONE
It stares at us, blankly as we PULL BACK to find that the turkey
is in a pen sitting right next to --
EXT. GRACE'S CAFE - DAY ONE
Here we discover BRIAN leaning on the edge of the pen, staring sadly
into the eyes of the turkey.
Oh no you don't!
Brian spins to find GRACE standing behind him, hands on hips.
I was just sayin' hello...
I know you. You were one step away from namin' that turkey.
Well, his face does kinda remind me of...
(covers her ears)
Don't say it! You name that bird and make friends with it and all,
there goes my Thanksgivin' appetite.
She takes him by the shoulders and turns him away from the turkey
pen, walking him back into the busy cafe.
Now that bird's name is "dinner" you hear?
She gives him a little scoot but before he runs off, he sneaks a
last look at the turkey --
(under his breath)
See you, George.
Grace grabs a pot of coffee and we FOLLOW her to --
where MYRA, HORACE and the REVEREND dine with MIKE. Mike holds SAMANTHA
on her lap. Grace refills their cups.
We notice in the b.g., at the next table over, a sweet, young couple,
GINNY and CLAYTON BAKER. The two finish their meal and get up to
Ginny is very pregnant and rises with difficulty. Clayton, the anxious
father, rushes to her assistance. Mike sees them and smiles.
Hello, Ginny... Clayton.
Hey, Dr. Mike.
We have an appointment Tuesday, don't we?
At four o'clock sharp.
(to Mike re: Clayton)
He's been worryin' himself, and me, to death.
Well, that's what these check-ups are for. To reduce worry.
As the couple wave goodbye and head out, Mike watches Ginny's awkward
waddle, her very pregnant belly. We SEE envy and longing in Mike's
Myra and Grace see it too and Myra gently touches Mike's arm. Mike
turns towards her, trying to rein in her exposed feelings.
No luck yet?
Mike shakes her head, glancing at Ginny once more. Grace squeezes
Mike's shoulder, empathizing.
But then we HEAR the turkey gobble loudly from his pen. Mike forces
a smile and changes the subject.
It looks like you've got a nice plump turkey for Thanksgiving.
ROBERT E appears, taking a break from the livery, and hears Mike's
We're fattenin' him up so there'll be plenty for everyone.
Well, almost everyone.
Whatdya mean, Dr. Mike?
I was out at the reservation this morning and... well, they're having
a very difficult time.
Yes, they are. It's a new and strange place for most of them. They
don't know each other.
And they're just not accustomed to farming yet, so there's not much
We should do something to help.
Mike looks up at Myra... a thought occurring to her.
Indeed, Myra. We should...
She hands Samantha back to Myra, thinking, and then --
Wouldn't it be wonderful if we brought our Thanksgiving feast to
the reservation this year?
Alone at a nearby table sits JAKE who looks up from his meal with
You mean... give 'em our food?
Share our food... and our tradition with them... in the spirit of
Jake rolls his eyes, but the Reverend chimes in.
Wait, Jake. After all, two years ago on Thanksgiving, the Cheyenne
saved us from hunger.
Yeah, but those Cheyenne are gone now. The Indians out there at
the reservation are all strangers.
All the more reason to let them know that we're friends.
It just ain't... traditional.
Well, we can invite 'em to come have Thanksgivin' with us here at
I'm afraid they can't all obtain day passes at the same time...
(sees some people considering)
I think bringing the feast to them is the only way... I'll make
She looks around, hopeful. A beat. Then, Myra tentatively speaks
I could make some cornbread.
I can't bake... but I can chop vegetables.
Mike smiles at them, pleased, but the final vote has yet to be cast...
Mike turns to Grace. Finally --
We're gonna need more turkeys.
Mike gives Grace a grateful smile.
Well, you can count me out.
Grace and Mike turn to Jake.
But Jake, it'd be an important gesture for our Mayor to attend.
Thanks, but I'm eatin' right here at the cafe.
Whatdya gonna eat? And who ya gonna eat with? We'll be gone.
Yes, Thanksgiving is a time to be with family and friends...
I got plenty of friends.
Grace raises an eyebrow to Mike. Jake catches it, gets defensive.
Me and Loren and Hank'll roast us up a turkey and have ourselves
a good 'ole time.
Well, if you change your mind...
(matter of fact)
Mike and Grace share a look as Jake returns to his meal and we --
EXT. HOMESTEAD - ESTABLISHING - DAY ONE
INT. HOMESTEAD - DAY ONE
Mike, having just arrived with Brian, sets a box of groceries on
the table as COLLEEN and Brian start to put things away.
Sully, we're home...
(a sly smile)
Mike notices Colleen's smile, wonders, then heads up the stairs.
INT. MIKE AND SULLY'S ROOM - DAY ONE
As Mike walks in, we find SULLY putting the finishing touches on
a beautiful little cradle; he's measuring a partially carved bird
for size, to hang from the cradle's hood.
Mike stops at the sight of the cradle. He looks up, smiling.
(holding up partially carved bird)
I still got some work to do on it.
Sully rocks the cradle a couple of times, imagining what's going
to be in it. A touch of worry filters into Mike's expression.
But... don't you think this might be... bad luck?
I mean... I'm not even...
He rises, smiling at her superstition and wraps his arms around
I wouldn't worry 'bout that.
He hugs her tighter, not able to see her face on which we HOLD.
Clearly, she is worried about it, as we --
INT. HOMESTEAD - NIGHT ONE
Mike, Sully, Colleen and Brian finish their dinners and rise to
clear their plates, etc.
Ma, what kind of pies should we make for Thanksgivin'? Pumpkin?
Yes, or pecan...
Chocolate! Let's make chocolate pies.
Chocolate's not traditional.
Let's make all three.
Colleen and Brian are pleased.
How did Cloud Dancing react to my suggestion about the feast?
He thought it was a good idea. In fact, he's gonna do a memorial
ceremony for everybody.
What kinda memorial ceremony?
It's one of the ways the Indians say thanks. Once they release the
spirits of loved ones, then they can be truly thankful for what
they got left.
It's about what happened at the Washita?
There're tribes from all over out at the reservation. Pretty much
everybody's lost somebody.
It sounds like a lovely idea.
Do you think they'll like chocolate pie?
Colleen and Mike laugh and both tickle Brian.
Mike releases Brian and turns to wash some dishes, still smiling.
Sully comes up behind her. He kisses the side of her face and speaks
softly into her ear --
Whatdya say we let the kids go stay at Matthew's tomorrow night?
Mike initially responds warmly to his affection --
That'd be nice...
-- But then she catches herself, her smile fading.
Oh... but I don't know...
(searching for an excuse)
I... I promised to check on Mrs. Watkin's sprained ankle tomorrow
Sully takes up a dishtowel and begins drying. He senses her ambivalence,
but tries again.
How 'bout day after tomorrow?
Well, I have to go over some lists with Grace and then start baking
the pumpkins and...
Sully kisses her face again.
You work too hard.
Well, you can't bake pies without pumpkins.
(lowers voice, smiling)
And you can't make babies without...
Brian appears at their elbows.
Babies? You talkin' 'bout the baby?
Mike and Sully glance at each other, then --
MIKE (said at same time)
SULLY (said at same time)
Mike offers Sully a small smile as she turns back to the dishes.
I think you should have a boy.
We HOLD ON Mike's face, clearly uncomfortable with the discussion
as it continues behind her.
You do, huh?
Yeah, somebody I can teach stuff to.
I want a sister.
A boy'd be more fun. We could climb trees and go fishin'.
A girl can fish, too.
I s'pose. Ma, do you want a girl or a boy?
Yeah. Which one do you want?
Sully waits for the answer, as well. Mike turns and smiles.
I think... pecan. Pecan pie is my favorite.
The kids laugh, but Sully studies her, knowing something is amiss.
Sully stretches... the end of a long day.
It's gettin' late.
The kids finish up their chores and start heading in the direction
of the stairs. They AD LIB their goodnights, kiss Mike and Sully
then head up to bed. Sully approaches Mike --
Is everythin' alright?
(considers saying more... doesn't)
... I'm just tired. It's been a long day.
Sully nods but suspects otherwise.
I'll finish. You go on up to bed.
She dries her hands on the dish towel and kisses him.
Sully continues with the dishes as Mike heads for the stairs. But
she stops and turns, as if to say something. But Mike just can't
get the words out. She finally turns and makes her way upstairs.
EXT. GRACE'S CAFE - DAY TWO
Grace stirs a pot on her active stove while Mike stands behind it,
a list in her hand. But Mike's thoughts are far away as Grace speaks.
So the Reverend's gonna help me with all the turkeys and Robert
E said he'd help with the servin'.
And Horace said he'd load up his surrey, but what're we gonna do
for another wagon?
Mike doesn't answer... she's not listening. Grace finally touches
Are you alright?
Mike considers saying nothing, but finally, she just can't lie.
It takes a beat for Grace to realize --
You mean you got your monthly.
No... but I've come not to rely on that. I've been disappointed
too many times.
Grace nods, understanding.
I keep trying not to think about it but... that's difficult.
I know. But these days, I only think about it when I'm awake.
Mike and Grace share an empathetic smile.
I've been writing to a Doctor in Denver. He's an obstetrician...
A specialist in the field of women's medicine. He said he might
be passing through here soon.
Well, you let me know if he says anything I should know about.
I just feel so sorry for Sully and the children. They have so many
hopes and expectations. Grace, what if... what if it never happens?
I'm sure they'd understand.
But you haven't seen the light in Sully's eyes.
No, but I seen it in Robert E's.
Grace puts a supportive arm around her. The look they share says
EXT. GENERAL STORE - DAY TWO
Jake leans on a post, talking with LOREN as he sweeps the porch.
But Loren has stopped, mid-sweep, as he reacts to Jake's last comment.
Thanksgivin' at the reservation?
Loren shakes his head and resumes sweeping.
Don't sound traditional to me.
Maybe Dr. Mike's tryin' to start a new tradition.
Wouldn't surprise me. 'Course, with Dorothy in Kansas City, Thanksgivin'
won't be the same anyway.
When's she gettin' back?
Soon as her Aunt Martha's feelin' better.
Well, I gotta plan. You, me and Hank...
But Jake is interrupted as Loren stops sweeping to watch CLOUD DANCING
approach. Cloud Dancing stops at the bottom of the stairs and nods
a greeting to Jake and Loren.
What can I do for you?
I need tobacco.
Wish I had some to sell, believe me. But my darn shipment got held
up. I'm 'spectin' it any day now.
Thought y'all were growin' tobacco out there at the reservation.
Our crops have not come in yet.
I need the tobacco for a ceremony at the Thanksgiving feast.
Should have it 'fore then.
Then I will return.
Cloud Dancing nods and departs. Jake turns to Loren --
You're not goin' to the reservation for Thanksgivin', are you?
Good. Then whatdya say you, me and Hank...
I'm headin' up to Cheyenne to see my cousin Leonard.
(disappointed, hides it)
You don't say.
Yeah. Leonard's an odd fellow. And his wife can't cook worth beans.
But, heck, they are family, right?
Loren glances at Jake.
You can come 'long if you want.
Jake catches the look of pity in Loren's eye.
Me? Naw, I got other plans.
Brian comes running up, grabs Loren's hand and starts trying to
lead Loren into the store.
We gotta buy some chocolate.
You do, huh?
We're gonna make chocolate pies.
Colleen and Mike walk up.
Loren leans down conspiratorially to Brian.
Chocolate's my favorite, too.
Brian smiles and drags him into the store. We HOLD ON Jake, clearly
feeling very separate from all this excitement. He backs off and
finally slips away unnoticed as the family sweep into the store.
INT. MIKE AND SULLY'S BEDROOM - DAY THREE
The morning sun falls on Mike's sleeping face as Sully comes into
the room, dressed for the day. He smiles lovingly at Mike before
gently stroking her hair to awaken her. She stirs.
It's gettin' late.
Mike forces her eyes open.
Thought I'd let you sleep in this mornin'. You seemed tired.
So... are you?
Am I what?
Tired... 'Cause mornin's are hard on some women. I remember when
Abigail was in her early months...
Mike sits up abruptly.
Sully, I'm not pregnant, if that's what you're asking.
And Abigail was considerably younger than I am.
Mike rises and pulls on her robe. Sully catches her hand.
You wanna tell me what's goin' on?
I'm fine. I'm not tired, or nauseous, or... "anything".
Sully realizes what she's saying and moves to her side.
Is that what's been worryin' you?
She looks up at him, hoping he understands. He puts a reassuring
arm around her.
It just takes time...
She's disappointed, seeing that he doesn't quite grasp the situation.
But... you don't understand.
I want to.
Finally, Mike inhales courage and faces him. She adopts her professional
It's possible that one of the reasons I haven't yet conceived is
... well, it may be... too late for me.
I may be past my childbearing years.
Sully smiles, not even entertaining it.
That can't be. You're a strong, beautiful, healthy woman.
She's a tad frustrated. He's just not hearing this.
He hugs her reassuringly... but we can SEE on her face that this
is not the kind of reassurance she needs.
You're the same woman who climbed Pike's Peak...
He then puts his hands on her shoulders and looks at her with encouragement.
... You can do anything.
We HOLD on Mike... she wants desperately to believe him, to not
disappoint him, but is clearly wrestling with her own fears and
doubts, as we --
END ACT ONE
EXT. CLINIC - ESTABLISHING - DAY THREE
INT. CLINIC - DAY THREE
Mike takes the stethoscope from her ears and puts it away, having
just finished her examination of the pregnant Ginny Baker. Ginny
sits on the examination table with the very anxious Clayton Baker,
standing close by.
Everything seems fine, Ginny.
It's Clayton who lets out the relieved "Phew!" Mike smiles
at this first-time father's nervousness.
Don't worry, Clayton. Woman have been having babies for a long time.
You think it'll come soon, Dr. Mike?
(touches his cheek affectionately)
I don't think he can take much more of this waitin'.
It should be any day now. So why don't you go home and get some
Clayton nods earnestly, and starts for the door.
You might want to take your wife with you.
Ginny and Mike suppress laughter as Clayton, embarrassed, races
back to help Ginny off the table. He then tries to virtually carry
her out the door.
Now, I can still walk on my own.
Ginny looks back at Mike, they share a smile regarding Clayton.
Just as they reach the door, Sully appears, stepping back to allow
the happy young couple to pass.
'Afternoon, Ginny... Clayton.
Sully watches them go, then enters the clinic.
'Spectin' a child sure makes you weak in the knees.
Oh, Ginny's doing just fine.
I'm talkin' 'bout Clayton.
She smiles and continues putting away instruments, etc.
It will be any day now for Ginny.
Bet he can't wait.
Mike glances at him realizing he's now talking more about himself
than the Bakers. She becomes uncomfortable but he doesn't notice.
'Speakin' of which, I just dropped the kids off at the old homestead
Mike turns to him, a bit exasperated.
Sully, I have a feeling you didn't truly understand what I told
She walks up to him and looks directly into his eyes. She musters
all the seriousness she can.
It's true that I'm healthy and strong. But there is a possibility
I may never have a child. A real possibility.
He hears it this time. It registers in his face, though he tries
to hide it. Seeing his disappointment, she turns away.
Perhaps you should have married someone younger, someone who could
Sully turns her around and puts a finger to her lips.
Sshhh. I married exactly who I wanted.
He hugs her. But then he pulls away and heads for the door. He stops
in its threshold.
To go home.
(off her look)
It's possible it won't happen. But it's also possible it will.
I ain't givin' up...
He reaches out a hand toward her.
... Are you?
She looks at him, his hand outstretched, his eyes challenging her.
Mike smiles... no, she's not giving up. She quickly unties her apron
and strides to the door, takes his hand and, together, they exit
INT. SALOON - DAY THREE
HANK and Jake lean against the bar with their drinks and cigars.
A few prostitutes loiter near the bar, as well.
Whatdya thinka this reservation Thanksgivin' thing?
Hank scoffs. That's his answer. Jake nods agreement.
So whatdya wanna do for Thanksgivin'?
Go to Denver.
Figure it's 'bout time I see my kid again.
That art school he's at is doin' it up with a turkey 'n all. What
the hell, eh?
Jake's face has fallen, but Hank doesn't notice.
Yeah, what the hell.
'Sides, figure while I'm in Denver, I'll scout me out some new talent.
Hank gives Jake a sideways grin but sees that Jake isn't responding.
Hey... some of my girls'll be 'vailable on Thanksgivin'. Be glad
to set you up, Jake... on the house.
Jake eyes his sordid options with their feathers and lip rouge...
Thanksgiving with a hooker, is this what he's reduced to?
Thanks, but I had somethin' else in mind.
Hank shrugs "suit yourself" as Jake stubs out his cigar
and heads out the door.
INT. HOMESTEAD - NIGHT THREE
We START CLOSE on a pan in which potatoes are frying. We PULL BACK
to include some string beans in a pot, a couple rolls... a simple
meal. We PULL BACK to include the chef, whom we discover is --
He happily busies himself at the stove as Mike stands back watching
him, surprised by all this.
You never cease to amaze me.
He smiles. She approaches to inspect the food.
Where did you learn to do all this?
The mining camp.
And you've been keeping it a secret.
Mike goes to sneak a taste of potato, but Sully shoos her fingers
Uh, uh, uh.
He then lifts a potato out with a fork and blows on it to cool it.
Then he slowly feeds it to Mike. Their eyes lock as she bites the
potato. Her smile tells him it tastes good.
Pleased with her response, he then decides to feed her a string
bean. Their bodies move closer as he lowers the vegetable into her
Mike then chooses a bean as well, and feeds it to Sully. He swallows
it, then licks the juices off her fingers. The sensuality of it
all begins to heat things up. Slowly, their lips come together,
and they softly kiss.
The kiss becomes passionate, and they embrace. In the heat of the
moment, Sully drops the fork he was holding. Mike bends to pick
But she already has the fork, he reaches for it, too. Her head knocks
into his. Ouch. They rub their heads, and then have to laugh.
Sorry. I suppose I'm a bit nervous. It's just... I want it to...
Whether we get a baby or not...
He turns to her, undoes her hair, kisses her neck --
... We sure could have fun tryin'.
He's melting her nervousness and the two begin to kiss again. Dinner
will wait. But suddenly --
There's an urgent KNOCK at the door. Mike and Sully are jolted out
of their passionate moment. Mike takes a moment to regroup as Sully
goes to the door.
+ANGLE ON THE DOOR
As Sully pulls it open we find Clayton and Ginny Baker. Clayton
is in a state of panic, but Ginny, though in labor, is otherwise
Sorry to bother you, but...
It's her time! Quick! Hurry! Do somethin'!
Ginny puts a calm hand on his shoulder.
Now, Clayton, calm down...
-- but then she doubles up with a contraction. She doesn't make
a sound, Clayton makes it for her --
Ginny rolls her eyes at her husband's sympathetic pains, but Mike
and Sully share a smile. Mike goes for her bag.
Everything's going to be alright. There's still plenty of time.
Let's take Ginny to the clinic.
Sully, would you pick up Colleen from Matthew's and meet us there?
Sully nods as they all head out the door, and we --
INT. CLINIC - NIGHT THREE
We START CLOSE on Ginny's strained face, screaming as she pushes.
Clearly, it's been going on for a while and she's getting tired.
We PULL BACK to include Colleen who mops Ginny's face with a towel,
and Mike, who works at Ginny's feet on the impending baby.
That's good, Ginny. I can see the baby's head. Now once more...
one more push.
You can do it, Ginny.
Ginny, exhausted but a trooper, takes a deep breath as we --
EXT. CLINIC - NIGHT THREE
Ginny's SCREAM makes Clayton wince as he paces back and forth. Sully
sits watching him.
What's takin' so long?
Sully rises and puts a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder.
Sometimes it just takes a while. Everything's gonna be fine.
Clayton grasps onto his reassurance.
Pretty soon, you're gonna be a pa, Clayton.
Pa. Somebody's gonna call me Pa.
INT. CLINIC - NIGHT THREE
Mike reaches for the baby as Ginny continues another hard push.
Just a little longer, it's coming...
And... the baby is out. Ginny collapses. Colleen looks at Mike expectantly...
well? But she sees Mike's expression go from excited anticipation,
to concern, to dread.
Colleen, I need you here.
What? What is it?
Mike can't answer, but fights to maintain a neutral expression,
for Ginny's sake. It's obvious, though, that there's trouble, as
EXT. CLINIC - NIGHT THREE
Clayton and Sully sit on the bench. Clayton has stopped pacing but
taps his foot incessantly.
If it's a boy, then we'll call it Hugh. 'Lizabeth if it's a girl.
Those sound like good names, Clayton.
Sure did get awful quiet in there.
Guess we're gonna be meetin' Hugh or 'Lizabeth pretty soon.
Sully gives Clayton a confident smile, but then --
+THE CLINIC DOOR
opens and Colleen exits. She catches Sully's eye before Clayton
sees her. His smile fades seeing that something is very wrong.
Clayton now sees Colleen and jumps up.
Is it a boy?!
Colleen can't get the words out. She shakes her head, "no."
It's a girl! 'Lizabeth.
(to Sully, proud)
'Magine that. A girl!
Sully, afraid there's more, puts a hand on Clayton's shoulder. Clayton
looks up at him.
They look to Colleen expectantly. She struggles to speak.
The baby... the cord was wrapped around its... it just didn't...
I... I don't understand...
But Sully does. We SEE despair flicker in Sully's face. He tries
to hide it from Clayton... but it's hard.
I'm sorry, Clayton... the baby didn't make it.
Clayton's knees crumble beneath him, Sully catches him. But then
Clayton grabs Sully's arm.
Ginny. Tell me she's alright!
Sully looks to Colleen who clearly wishes she didn't have to say
Dr. Mike's doin' everything she can. But Ginny's bleedin' a lot
Clayton rushes for the door, but Sully restrains him.
There's nothin' you can do, Clayton.
Clayton tears free of Sully and runs into the street, falling to
his knees. He clasps his hands together in desperate prayer.
Colleen and Sully share a pained look as Colleen hurries back inside
to help Mike.
Sully moves toward Clayton to offer support. But then Sully hears
Clayton's prayer. It stops Sully cold --
(fierce hurried whisper)
Please God, you took my baby. But please, leave me my Ginny. God,
please, don't take her, too...
Clayton's desperate plea to God continues as we HOLD on Sully's
pained face, his eyes welling up. We can SEE in Sully's expression
the visceral memory of having once made the same plea.
EXT. CLINIC - NIGHT THREE
The clinic door opens and an exhausted Mike exits, wiping her hands
on a towel. Sully, sitting on the bench, rises. She touches his
arm, then sees Clayton on his knees, still praying. She moves quickly
to Clayton's side.
She's alright, Clayton. Ginny's going to be alright.
Clayton fights back the tears of relief that spring to his eyes.
Mike takes his hand and pulls him up.
She needs you now.
Clayton gathers himself together, trying to be strong, as she guides
him indoors. Mike takes a last glance at Sully before she disappears
inside. But Sully is deep in his own thoughts and doesn't meet her
We HOLD ON Sully's face as unwanted emotions and memories rise to
the surface, and we --
EXT. BARBERSHOP - DAY FOUR
Jake steps out of the shop, closing the door behind him for the
day. He turns to see --
riding toward the cafe, holding a slain turkey by its feet. He lifts
it up for Grace to see.
Hey, Grace. Got another bird for you.
Ooh, it's a fat one!
turns away from their excitement, only to see Hank, bag in hand,
heading for the train station. Hank waves --
So long, Jake.
Hank continues happily on his way as Jake turns to lock up his door.
By the time he faces the street again, now it's Loren who passes
by, bag in hand, headed for the train station.
See you later.
Do me a favor 'n' keep an eye out for thieves 'round the store,
Jake watches Loren disappear, then turns in the opposite direction.
We FOLLOW Jake through the town. He glances about as he walks --
+JAKE'S POV - THE TOWN
To his right is a happy couple, holding hands. To his left is a
group of old people, friends, swapping stories. Directly in front,
walking past, is a family, Mom, Dad and the kids.
+ANGLE ON JAKE
His face registers how very alone he feels. As he makes his way
out of town, we PULL UP and BACK to include the whole street...
Jake seems very small and solitary indeed.
INT. HOMESTEAD - NIGHT FOUR
Mike, dressed for bed, comes down the stairs to find Sully sitting
by the fire, carving the bird that is meant for the baby's cradle.
The children are asleep.
He nods acknowledgement and continues carving. Mike stands watching,
moved by the sight of him. She goes to him, standing behind his
chair and wraps her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly.
Mike feels lucky and loving, but Sully is in a very different state.
I checked on Ginny Baker today.
Sully stops his carving. The Bakers are clearly forefront in his
Do you know what she said just as I was leaving?
(shakes her head in admiration)
She said, "Don't worry, Dr. Mike, Clayton and me ain't quittin'.
We're gonna have our baby."
Mike smiles, inspired by Ginny's courage and optimism.
... And so will we, Sully.
Sully's face darkens but Mike doesn't see it, she's too swept up
in emotions. She softly kisses the side of his face and rises.
It's getting late.
You go on up. I want to finish this.
He tries to present a neutral expression for her as she smiles goodnight
and heads up the stairs to bed.
We HOLD on Sully as he carves... then his knife stops. He studies
the wooden bird... then tosses it back into the fire. Sully watches
the bird burn, his face awash with mixed emotions as we --
END ACT TWO
INT. MIKE AND SULLY'S ROOM - DAY FIVE
Mike stirs, opening her eyes to the morning sun. She reaches for
Sully... but he's not there. In fact, his side of the bed has not
been slept in. Mike hears the SOUND of wood being chopped as she
rises and pulls on her robe.
EXT. HOMESTEAD - DAY FIVE
Mike exits the house just as Sully, chopping firewood, raises an
axe and swings, splintering a log.
'Mornin'. Thought I'd get an early start on some chores.
You didn't come to bed last night.
Fell asleep by the fire. Musta been tired.
You're probably still catching up on the sleep you lost from the
He begins to stack some of the split wood. She approaches him from
But I know Clayton appreciated your being there.
Least I could do.
She gently puts her arm around him, leaning her head on his back.
I appreciate you, too.
He turns around and faces her, seeing her loving expression. He
manages to smile.
Perhaps I should cook for you tonight. After all, we never did get
to finish our romantic meal.
Sully wrestles with his feelings, but does his best to hide it.
He kisses her forehead lightly, then gently pulls away to continue
his wood chopping.
Sounds good... but I might go out to the reservation later.
I've never known you to turn down a meal.
I gotta help set up for Thanksgivin'.
She watches him for a minute, then starts to head inside. But she
stops and turns, studying him, coming to her own conclusions. Finally
The other day... I'm afraid I may have... frightened you.
He looks up, hopeful that she may have some insight into his pain.
Yes, about possibly never having a baby. I'm sorry I said it. I
mean, anything's possible. You were being so optimistic and I just
dashed your hopes...
As she speaks, we see Sully's face register slight frustration at
how far off the mark she is.
You didn't. I'm fine.
The powerful swing of his axe might suggest otherwise. But Mike,
though concerned, wants to believe that, yes, he's fine.
INT. BARBERSHOP - DAY FIVE
Jake reaches up to a high cabinet, behind a few supplies, where
he finds what he was looking for. A bottle of whiskey. Jake casually
glances over his shoulder to make sure there are no customers, then
pours some into a glass. He downs it quickly, in one gulp. It warms
him. But before he can pour another --
Jake, hiding the bottle, spins around to find MATTHEW heading for
the barber's chair.
(sitting in the chair)
Thought I'd clean up for Thanksgivin'.
If Jake never hears the word "Thanksgiving" again it'd
be too soon.
Matthew nods to the "open" sign on the door.
You don't look closed.
Jake goes to the door, turns the sign around to read "closed."
Well, now I am.
Matthew studies him, finally shrugs, then heads for the door, stopping
next to Jake --
Matthew leaves. Jake goes back to his bottle, pours some into the
glass, and is just about to drink it when --
Jake spins angrily on Horace.
Can't anybody read 'round here!?
Sorry, Jake, I just wanted a Thanksgivin' hair...?
Well, your door was open and I...
Jake grabs up his bottle, not hiding it anymore. He pushes Horace
to the door --
EXT. BARBERSHOP (CONTINUOUS) - DAY FIVE
-- Jake pushes Horace out the door, then turns and locks it behind
them both. Horace watches, confused, as Jake takes off, bottle in
hand. Matthew, not far away, sees the scene and approaches.
But... Jake... where you goin'?
I'm goin' away... for Thanksgivin'.
Horace and Matthew share a look, watching with concern as Jake walks
INT. TELEGRAPH OFFICE - DAY FIVE
Mike enters to find Myra standing behind the desk, rocking Samantha's
carriage back and forth as she coos to her child.
Good morning, Myra. Horace said you have something for me?
Mornin', Dr. Mike. Got it right here.
Myra hands Mike the telegram. Mike opens it, reads it. A smile spreads
on her face.
It's from a doctor I've been hoping to see. He's going to visit
his family in El Paso for the holidays. He'll be able to stop here
on his way.
Is he a good friend?
He's a specialist. For women.
Think he can help you have a baby?
Mike peers into Samantha's carriage, reaching to stroke the child's
cheek. Not looking up at Myra, she answers --
I hope so.
We HOLD ON Mike's face, looking hopefully into the carriage.
EXT. THE WOODS - DAY FIVE
Jake stumbles drunkenly through the woods, the near-empty bottle
in hand. His horse chews on grass nearby. Jake mumbles morosely
to himself. He is mostly incoherent, but we can make out a slurring
"Happy Thanksgivin'" within his words.
Then Jake trips and lands heavily on his knees. As he tries to rise,
he looks up to see Cloud Dancing standing several yards away, directly
in front of him. Jake manages to stand.
What're you lookin' at!
Cloud Dancing doesn't answer. Jake backs toward his horse.
You want my horse! That's what you want!
Cloud Dancing takes a step to leave, not in Jake's direction, but
Jake sees it as an advance. Jake makes a run for his horse and manages
to jump on.
Jake then charges Cloud Dancing with his horse. Cloud Dancing easily
side-steps the charge. But Jake loses control of his horse as it
goes CRASHING through the trees.
Jake's head runs smack into a tree branch, knocking Jake from his
As Jake falls to the ground, his head is bleeding. He drunkenly
attempts to stand, but finally falls to the ground, passed out.
Cloud Dancing goes to him, rolls him over and sees the blood on
Jake's forehead. Cloud Dancing rises and looks down at Jake.
INT. HOMESTEAD - NIGHT FIVE
Mike brews the tea that Cloud Dancing gave her. She looks up as
Sully comes through the door.
As Sully heads for the hearth to stoke the fire, he smells the strong
odor of the tea she's brewing.
It's a tea Cloud Dancing gave me... to help me... us... with the
Sully looks away, busying himself by tending to the fire. Mike can
see something is wrong and approaches him.
Cloud Dancing seemed optimistic that these herbs could make a difference.
Glad to hear it.
You don't sound glad.
She sits next to him. It's becoming more difficult for him to hide
Is it about the baby?
(frustrated with himself)
... I don't know.
It just takes time. You said so yourself.
It's not that. It's just...
Well, I been thinkin'. You know, we got three kids. Maybe we don't
What are you talking about? You wanted...
I wanted a home and a family and I got that. I don't want to lose
He stops... But Mike finally sees what's going on inside him.
Oh, Sully, I should have realized.
The compassion in her eyes draws him out. He exhales heavily as
he wrestles with the words.
When I saw Clayton, on his knees, prayin'...
... That was me. When Abigail...
He can't finish.
Sully rises, thinking... deciding --
One thing's for sure.
I'm never goin' through it again.
Nothing's going to happen to me.
He looks intensely into her eyes, his voice serious, his mind made
I ain't willin' to take the risk.
As Sully moves away we HOLD on Mike's face, stunned and confused,
as we --
END ACT THREE
EXT. GRACE'S CAFE - DAY SIX
It's early morning as we START CLOSE on the Reverend's face. Tears
stream down his cheeks. We PULL BACK to find him chopping onions.
Next to him we find Grace cooking, hurried and harried, but totally
in her element. She tries not to laugh at the Reverend's tears.
+ANOTHER PART OF THE CAFE
There are a couple different wagons that several people are loading
up with chairs and tables, etc. Robert E and Sully pack various
jars and bowls into crates and load them into a wagon for transport.
We catch them mid-conversation as Sully lifts a crate into the wagon.
Robert E's expression is one of surprise.
So, you just... changed your mind?
It's just too dangerous, that's all.
And that's that.
Nothin' wrong with bein' careful.
'Less it keeps you from havin' somethin' special as a child.
Robert E stops Sully.
Just 'cause somethin' bad happened 'fore, don't mean it'll happen
(shakes his head)
I... I can't.
Sully continues working as Robert E studies him. Finally --
You know, been long 'nough now, me and Grace're pretty sure we ain't
gonna get a child of our own. Now, that's gonna be hard to live
But it'd be even harder if I let my child be robbed from me...
(looks pointedly at Sully)
... 'cause I was afraid.
Sully doesn't turn away as Robert E's fierce emotion sinks in even
more than his words. Robert E rises to continue work. Sully is slow
to follow, still mulling over Robert E's words.
EXT. WOOD - DAY SIX
It's still early morning as we start CLOSE ON Jake's face. He begins
to stir. A bandage with dried blood visible is wrapped around his
head. Jake looks around, his vision still blurry as we PULL BACK
until we discover Cloud Dancing, sitting nearby. Jake is startled
by his presence.
What're you doin' here?
You fell from your horse.
I never fell offa horse in my...
... say, where is my horse?
Cloud Dancing simply glances over his shoulder. Jake follows his
gaze to find his horse, tethered to a nearby tree, grazing.
Jake hides his chagrin and tries to rise, but a shooting pain in
his head (both hangover and wound) pushes him back down.
Jake reaches to his forehead, feels the bandage wrapped around his
head. He looks up at Cloud Dancing, realizing.
You shouldn't 'a bothered.
(gestures toward home)
I'da made it home just fine.
(pointing in opposite direction)
Home is that way.
Jake, embarrassed, painfully rises into a sitting position.
Well, I don't need your help anymore.
The spirits do not allow me to choose who I help and who I do not.
Tell you what, I'll choose for you. Goodbye.
Cloud Dancing sees that Jake means it and sighs defeat. He rises
and reaches out a hand to help Jake to his feet.
I will bring you to your friends. You should not be alone.
Jake reaches for Cloud Dancing's hand, but hesitates, remembering
why he was out here in the first place. He lies back.
Forget it. I'd rather be alone.
Cloud Dancing lowers his hand as he reads Jake. He sits.
For Cheyenne, the tribe comes first, then the family, and then the
Jake gives him a "what's this have to do with me?" look.
For you, it is the man first... and last. That is why you are so
Who says I'm alone?
Cloud Dancing need not answer, it's obvious in Jake's voice.
Well, so what. There's lotsa people who're alone. Like you. Or are
you forgettin' the Washita?
Cloud Dancing's face flickers with pain. It was a low blow and Jake
I am alone because my people were murdered. You... you make your
Jake opens his mouth to retaliate, but Cloud Dancing has hit a nerve.
Cloud Dancing sits back as Jake turns away. But we SEE on Jake's
face that Cloud Dancing's words are sinking in.
INT. HOMESTEAD - DAY SIX
At the table, Brian and Colleen make pies while Matthew repairs
some tack. Actually, Brian is making little dough sculptures while
Colleen rolls dough and cuts pecans.
Mike stands nearby, stirring ingredients in a bowl. Her mind is
far away as the kids play a guessing game with Brian's sculptures.
You're both wrong, it's a bird.
That doesn't look like a bird.
A horse bird maybe.
Make another one.
Brian rolls up the dough into a big ball.
Yep, but it's a special kinda ball.
Brian steps back and winds up like a pitcher, the dough as his baseball.
Two men on bases, the striker steps to the line.
Colleen joins in, raising her rolling pin as a bat. Matthew crouches
behind her as a catcher. Mike pays little attention.
And the hurler winds up...
Brian throws, Colleen swings and hits the dough ball. It doesn't
travel, just drops to the ground with a splat at Matthew's feet.
It's a hit!
Colleen begins racing around the house to imaginary bases. Brian
Matthew throws to Brian in order to tag Colleen out, but at that
moment Brian runs directly in front of Mike. The dough ball hits
Mike full on the chest where it stays, stuck to her dress.
She looks up, startled, peels the dough off her chest. The three
kids stifle laughter. Is she mad? Mike rolls up the dough.
The play isn't over yet!
And she begins to chase them, trying to tag them with the ball.
Mike finally tosses the ball to Matthew, Brian tackles Colleen and
Matthew puts the dough ball right on Colleen's forehead.
And yourrrrrre out!
They all start laughing... Mike, too. But then something occurs
to Mike. She steps back, looking at her three silly children, in
her lovely, comfortable house... a warm smile spreads on her face,
happy tears spring to her eyes. Matthew notices.
You alright, Dr. Mike?
(nods, still smiling)
I was just remembering how very lucky I am.
She hugs all three of them to her, as her eyes glisten with tears
and we --
INT. MIKE AND SULLY'S ROOM - DAY SIX
Mike, changed into a nice dress for Thanksgiving, stands in front
of the mirror, putting the finishing touches on her hair. Sully
enters and she looks at him in mirror's reflection, not knowing
what to expect.
You're gettin' ready early.
I have to meet Dr. Bernard at the train station.
He nods. There's an awkward silence. She turns to face him. He remains
across the room by the door.
MIKE (said at same time)
Sully, I've been thinking...
SULLY (said at same time)
I just wanted you to know...
They stop and smile at each other.
As they speak they slowly move closer to one another.
I think I've lost sight of something in the last few weeks.
She steps closer.
I've been so worried about what I don't have... that I stopped seeing
what was right in front of me.
And what's that?
You... and the children. The truth is, if we're never able to have
our own child, I'll still be the luckiest woman in the world.
He steps closer.
You know, I been thinkin' the same thing.
That I'm the luckiest woman in the world?
By now they are face to face, almost nose to nose.
What we got... you and me, our family, it's special. But I ain't
gonna let bein' afraid stop it from growin'.
They kiss, both tender and passionate, holding tightly to each other,
their faces filled with love and contentment.
EXT. TRAIN STATION - DAY SIX
Mike arrives at the train station. The train is already in, but
the platform is somewhat empty. Mike looks around and finds a kind
looking, elderly gentleman, DR. BERNARD, sitting and reading. She
hurries toward him.
He rises and they shake hands warmly.
I'm sorry I'm late. I hope you haven't been waiting long.
You're not late, the train was early.
(picks up his bag)
But we don't have much time. We should hurry.
Of course. My clinic is just around the corner.
They hurry off the train platform as Mike guides him toward the
EXT. BARBERSHOP - DAY SIX
The town is pretty much deserted as Cloud Dancing guides Jake's
horse to the barbershop. Jake hangs onto his saddle. Cloud Dancing
ties the reins to the hitching post and Jake climbs down.
Jake awkwardly faces Cloud Dancing, not wanting to say "thank
you" but not knowing what else to say. Cloud Dancing sees this
and lets Jake off the hook.
I have to buy some tobacco.
Cloud Dancing turns and heads for the General Store. Jake climbs
the stairs to his shop, all the while keeping an eye on --
+JAKE'S POV - EXT. GENERAL STORE - DAY SIX
Cloud Dancing shakes the door, looks in the window. It's dark, completely
locked up. He sighs, very disappointed and turns to head out of
+ANGLE ON JAKE
watching all this. Jake considers... but then opens the door to
his shop and enters --
INT. BARBERSHOP (CONTINUOUS) - DAY SIX
Jake throws his keys on the counter. He looks around the empty store.
It's depressing. Jake sits heavily in his barber's chair rubbing
his sore head. But then he looks up and sees himself in the mirror
+JAKE'S POV - THE MIRROR
Not a pretty sight. A hungover man in a lone chair in an empty shop.
Jake clearly doesn't like what he sees. Finally, Jake makes up his
mind, gets out of the chair and strides out of the shop --
EXT. GENERAL STORE - DAY SIX
Jake sidles up to the door, extra casual. Glances around, no one's
looking. He moves to a window, then runs a finger over the top of
its frame. He finds something... we SEE that it's a key. Jake lets
himself into the store.
EXT. RESERVATION - DAY SIX
Tables are laid out. Many people, both Indians and townsfolk, sit
on blankets, as well as at tables brought from Grace's cafe. It's
a good turn out from both cultures. Among the crowd, we find Matthew,
Brian, Colleen, the Reverend, Myra and Horace (pushing Samantha's
carriage), Grace and Robert E, as well as Sully and Cloud Dancing.
We MOVE in and around the event, people serving and sharing food,
trying to bridge awkward communication gaps. In particular we FIND
1). COLLEEN - she serves an old Indian man some sweet potatoes.
He stands unmoving until she realizes he wants more... and then
more. Finally, he smiles broadly and leaves with a mountain of potatoes
on his plate.
2). ROBERT E - he tries to lift a cauldron that's too heavy. He's
about to hurt himself when a large Indian woman comes to his aid,
easily as strong as he is, much to his embarrassment.
3). MATTHEW - talks with some young Indian women, trying to figure
out what they're saying. He "signs" a sentence but gets
it wrong, sending the girls into peals of laughter and leaving him
baffled, "what'd I say?"
+ANGLE ON GRACE
She serves up the sliced turkey, next to Colleen and the potatoes.
Brian approaches and offers Grace his plate. She sets a drumstick
on it. He looks down sadly at the drumstick.
Grace gives him a look.
He was my friend.
Brian offers the drumstick back to Grace. She takes it and watches
Brian collect some potatoes and go off. Grace looks at the drumstick,
then at the whole turkey.
Grace fights it, but loses. It's George alright. She sets the drumstick
Colleen, save me some extra potatoes, please.
+ANGLE ON CLOUD DANCING
He sits patiently in front of his tent as Sully approaches.
Dr. Mike should be here soon so we can start the memorial ceremony.
I can not perform it.
Suddenly, a pouch lands in Cloud Dancing's lap. Both he and Sully
look up to see Jake standing there. Jake is considerably more clean
and dressed up than when last we saw him. There's a small, fresh
bandage on his forehead.
Somebody say somethin' 'bout tobacco?
Cloud Dancing and Jake share a look. No smiles, just slight nods
of understanding... of thanks. Sully looks from one to the other,
baffled. Jake walks away.
Cloud Dancing claps Sully on the back and rises.
Now, the ceremony will begin.
We HOLD ON Sully's face, as we go to --
+ANGLE ON JAKE
He heads back to his horse but bumps into the Reverend. The Reverend's
face lights up with surprise at seeing Jake.
Jake! Glad you decided to make it. What happened to your forehead?
(starts to move around the Reverend)
I was just leavin'...
The Reverend takes his arm, not allowing him the chance to get away.
We'll get Dr. Mike to take a look when she gets here.
The Reverend guides Jake to a long picnic table at which sits Brian,
Colleen, Matthew, Myra and Horace, as well as some Indians. Robert
Have a seat.
Robert E plants Jake in a seat. Colleen leans over to study the
wound on Jake's head.
What happened to your head?
Dr. Mike'll wanna check it.
Suddenly, a plate of food lands right in front of Jake. Grace stands
behind it. The food makes Jake's mouth water.
Here you go, Jake. Glad you could make it.
(starting to rise)
I'm not stayin'...
Grace gently pushes him back into his chair.
'Course you are.
The conversation continues at the table as Jake looks around: Everyone
talks, laughs, eats; the non-Indians do their best to communicate
with Indians and vise-versa. The atmosphere is inclusive, friendly.
Myra offers the basket to Jake who hesitates, then takes it. Jake
looks around again, finally realizing... he is amongst friends.
Jake takes a piece of cornbread... then passes the basket on.
+ANGLE ON DR. MIKE
She's just arriving in the wagon. She climbs down and greets a few
people as she searches for Sully. She spots him and moves quickly
in his direction.
There you are! I was gettin' worried. Is everything alright?
Everything is more than alright.
Looks at her, curious... "what?"
I... we... are going to have a baby!
Sully is stunned.
But how do you...?
Dr. Bernard examined me.
It's true! I can't believe I didn't know it myself!
A... a baby? We're gonna have a...
She nods vigorously, smiling, overjoyed as Sully sweeps her up into
his arms with all the excitement and love in the world.
The two parents-to-be cling to each other, Sully swinging her in
circles, as we begin to PULL BACK and UP...
As we get further away, we SEE Brian, Colleen and Matthew approach
them, "what's all the excitement about?" We SEE Sully
and Mike excitedly tell the children... the children leap for joy,
hugging them both. This is one happy family, as we...