Written by Philip Gerson / Directed by Chuck Bowman
EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - DAY ONE
BRIAN walks home from school, carrying some schoolbooks. He slows
as he sees, up ahead, a woman painting at an easel...
ISABELLE MAYNARD has a dramatic presence -- she wears a beautiful,
expensive dress and hat, full-length gloves, flowing scarf, and
makeup (every inch of her up through her neck is covered, and will
be throughout). She looks like a glamorous, somewhat bohemian but
well-off city lady.
Brian, curious, approaches her... and as he gets nearer, he sees
that she paints furiously, with quick forceful strokes, total concentration
and something near desperation.
(without looking away or pausing)
What're you paintin'?
That beautiful mountain of yours.
Don't really look like it.
Isabelle laughs, stops painting and looks at Brian:
I like it -- it's kinda the way things look when you wake up and
you're not sure if you're dreamin' or your eyes are just fuzzy.
I've never heard it put better. My name's Isabelle Maynard -- who
do I have the pleasure of addressing?
She continues painting as Brian watches her:
You visitin' town?
I was on my way through on the train, and I saw this...
and I had to get out and paint it.
You mean you see somethin' you wanna paint and stop everythin' to
(off her nod)
Weren't you goin' somewhere?
Isabelle pauses and looks around, thoughtful:
Brian can't take his eyes off her; he's never met anybody like her...
EXT. HOT SPRINGS HOTEL SITE - DAY ONE
A very enthusiastic PRESTON is showing MIKE and SULLY a particularly
beautiful spot (the *Cooper wagon is in the b.g.):
This -- this is what the guests will see when they step out of the
Mike and Sully exchange a look; they're not happy about this.
I still don't understand how the plans for your hotel involve us,
Mr. Lodge --
Oh, it's going to be much more than a hotel -- it's going to be
a health resort, like in Saratoga, New York, or Hot Springs, Arkansas
-- and like all the finest health resorts, it will offer a medical
Now Mike and Sully are beginning to get the picture...
Beautifully furnished, with all the most recent equipment -- provided
by yours truly -- and I want you to run it, Michaela.
She's already got a clinic --
Of course, but consider the weak and unfortunate who will come here
for a cure -- the hot springs, Rocky Mountain air and rest will
naturally be beneficial, but some will require greater medical care...
getting into town might be difficult, painful for them.
Sully looks at her, surprised. Preston walks ahead:
I was thinking the clinic could go right here, off the lobby...
(quietly, to Mike)
You ain't gonna go into business with him?
I don't trust him either, but if sick people come here, I want to
make sure they receive proper medical care -- and Mr. Lodge is right,
it might be difficult for them to get into town.
As she follows Preston --
EXT. GRACE'S CAFE - DAY ONE
Preston leads Mike and Sully into the cafe, still bubbling with
And Sully, you could lead excursions into the wilderness you love
so much --
Sully just shakes his head; this guy never stops. Preston notices,
can't resist giving him a little zotz:
Nothing too athletic -- no tracking kidnappers. Something more along
the lines of a nature walk...
Brian calls Mike and Sully excitedly:
Mike and Sully go to him; he's there with Isabelle, who is the focus
of JAKE and the REVEREND's admiring attention (her canvas, easel
and painting supplies rest on a nearby table):
This is Isabelle Maynard, she's a painter.
You must be Dr. Mike and Mr. Sully -- Brian's told me all about
A pleasure to meet you.
Sully nods in friendly greeting. Preston peruses Isabelle, liking
what he sees:
And you -- a lady doctor in the middle of the frontier, this must
be quite a progressive community.
Indeed we are --
Progressive is our motto.
They both grin at her, but are interrupted by the suavest grinner
Speaking of progressive, I couldn't help but notice that your work
seems to be influenced by the new French painters.
He gestures to her painting. Jake and the Reverend aren't happy
about being upstaged.
Oh you've seen their work, Mr...?
(tipping his hat)
Lodge, Preston Lodge. I find the canvases of Messieurs Monet and
Pisarro very exciting and vibrant, but I must say they can't hold
a candle to yours.
Oh my... what a warm breeze there is out here.
She fans herself, exchanging a rolled-eye look with Mike, who smiles
back, liking Isabelle for the way she's handling this. The Reverend
and Jake don't want to be left out:
Where are you from, Miss Maynard?
Great town, Frisco.
Ever been there, Jake?
What's that got to do with it?
(cutting this off)
Perhaps you'd care to join us for lunch, Miss Maynard?
Mike nods to a small table nearby, big enough only for four. Isabelle
gets the message, smiling thankfully to Mike:
I'd like that.
(whispering to Mike as they sit at the table)
Thanks for saving me.
Brian pipes in as he and Sully sit at the table with them:
Do you think maybe you could teach me paintin' -- if you're gonna
I have been looking for a place to rest --
(quickly correcting herself)
to paint for a while...
Jake has followed them to the table, and takes this opening to try
to schmooze Isabelle:
Maybe I could show you some of the sights --
He collides with GRACE, who's carrying a pitcher of cider. The whole
pitcher spills onto Isabelle, soaking her scarf, blouse and gloves.
Jake! Look what you done -- !
What I done?! You spilled it...
Let me dry that off[ your beautiful gloves] --
She [reaches for Isabelle's gloves, but Isabelle immediately pulls
her arm back:]
I'll take care of it --
But you're soaked --
Grace again reaches for the *gloves --
I said I'll do it.
They're all surprised by the forcefulness of her reaction. She quickly
stands, regaining her graciousness, but keeping her gloved hand
protectively covering her scarf:
And she leaves. Mike and Sully look at each other, unsure what this
means, and we
END OF TEASER
INT. GENERAL STORE - DAY TWO
Preston is purchasing a cigar from LOREN[ (Jake is there, too) when
Isabelle and Brian come in (he's carrying her painting equipment),
with] the Reverend:
I'm sure you'd find the church a fitting subject -- it's been freshly
painted and we just obtained a beautiful brass bell from --
She didn't come here to paint churches --
I know a spot with the best view of the mountains through the trees
Thank you, gentlemen, but Brian and I have already made plans to
paint together today...
Preston hangs back, watching her with admiration. She approaches
Do you happen to carry paint? I'm looking for cobalt blue.
Got some blue over here...
(taking out a can of house-paint)
Need any brushes?
Actually, I was hoping you might carry pigment in tubes like these?
She shows him a tube of pigment.
'Fraid not. I can send to Denver but it'll take a few days.
I'm not sure that glorious sky will wait for me.
We oughta ask Cloud Dancin'...
Jake scoffs at that, but Preston listens up, as Brian defends his
They make their own paints out at the reservation.
Well, in any case, we have enough paint for today...
(as she starts out)
And, as they say, vita brevis --
Preston immediately finishes the Latin quote:
Isabelle stops and turns to look at him, surprised. The others look
back and forth between them, clueless as to what they're talking
Life is short...
But art is long.
She holds his gaze, then smiles and leaves with Brian. Preston watches
her go thoughtfully, but then breaks the moment by flashing a smirky,
gloating grin to Jake and the Reverend.
INT. CLINIC - DAY TWO
Mike and COLLEEN file journals and books:
How can you even think about going into business with Mr. Lodge?
I took an oath to help sick people...
What would you do?
Colleen looks at her, surprised... and pleased to be asked her opinion:
Maybe you could open a clinic there yourself --
(seeing the dilemma as she thinks it through)
But building it and running it would take time away from here...
Yes, but if Mr. Lodge ran it, he'd take care of all that.
But you'd still be treating patients at two clinics... and with
a new baby to take care of too.
Well, I'd only have to be at the hot springs when I was needed.
Something about it still doesn't feel right to them, as they continue
filing away the journals and books...
EXT. MEADOW - DAY TWO
Isabelle and Brian are in the meadow (within visual distance from
the cafe). Isabelle helps Brian, drawing some lines on his drawing
pad (he has been trying to draw the church).
See -- if you draw the wall of the church like this -- on a diagonal?
Even though it's not the way you think it should be --
It's the way it looks from here.
That's right. That's called perspective -- you have to try to break
down the way you look at things.
She turns back to her easel and canvas, picking up her brush:
For example, see this mountain...? If I were to paint it like this
She drops her brush. A slight look of panic overcomes her. She kneels
down to pick up the brush... but she can't get her fingers to hold
it -- they've gone numb. Her panic turns to dread, as she swallows
Brian notices, picks up the brush for her:
Brian holds out his hand to help her up. She doesn't take his hand,
but stands back up on her own, masking her dread:
I'm fine... but -- I think we've had enough for a first lesson.
You sure you're alright?
Isabelle nods. Brian starts to pack up their supplies. Isabelle
looks at her painting, suppressing her fear:
I'll paint on my own for a while if you don't mind, Brian.
He holds out the brush for her. She takes it with her left hand
(not the one that numbed up), and turns her attention to her canvas.
+ANGLE - PRESTON
watches them from a table (where he sits alone) just inside the
cafe. He's finished his meal and is drinking a cup of coffee; he's
been watching for some time.
As he sees Brian walk away, he stands and leaves the cafe, walking
tries to paint with her left hand, but it's clumsy and frustrating.
She nevertheless keeps trying, fighting back tears, unaware of Preston
approaching her from behind...
Miss Maynard --
Startled, Isabelle spins around to him. He sees that she's been
He stares at her for a moment, overcome, as if seeing her for the
It's a big moment for both of them, then they cut their eyes away
from each other, embarrassed:
I'm sorry -- I didn't mean to intrude...
(mastering her emotions)
That's alright -- I'm finished anyway.
Favoring her numb hand, she starts to pack her supplies away. Preston
steals an unseen look at her. Feeling terrible about intruding on
her and yet unaccountably close to her, he wants to say something,
but doesn't know what to say.
He offers to help her carry her things, picking up her easel, and
holding out his hand for her carrying case:
I can manage --
(urgently; it means a great deal to him:)
She sees that he really wants to help her. After a moment, she hands
him her carrying case. Then she takes her canvas, and they start
walking silently toward town...
EXT. MEADOW - BRIDGE AREA - DAY TWO
Preston and Isabelle walk from the meadow toward the boarding house;
they are uncomfortable about the too-intimate moment they just shared,
but drawn to each other. After a moment of silence, Preston awkwardly
tries to connect:
Painting -- being so good at something artistic -- it must be quite
You're very kind... All I know is that painting is the only time
I lose myself.
Again, more than she meant to reveal. Preston is surprised by the
very personal response. After a moment:
Why would you want to lose yourself?
Well... there's nothing like the feeling of getting it right --
the blue of the sky here, cobalt mixed with maybe a little [viridian.
Nothing] like it anywhere I've seen. San Francisco has more grey...
Why did you leave?
Oh... so many reasons.
The thought of San Francisco sets her into a moment of silent reverie.
Preston can't help it: he's entranced:
-- city, San Francisco.
They continue walking into town.
EXT. BOARDING HOUSE - DAY TWO
Preston and Isabelle arrive at the boarding house. Preston has so
much he wants to say, but all he can manage is:
Well... here we are.
Thank you for your help.
Preston nods, hands her the equipment. After a moment, he decides
to take the plunge:
I know what it's like to be new in town and not know anyone, I know
what it's like to... leave home...
(dare he say it?)
to want to escape.
(jumps on that too quickly)
I didn't run away.
I didn't say that -- that's not what I meant...
He wants to connect with her, but doesn't know how to. For her part,
Isabelle needs to let him know that she's alright:
(looking at her with admiration)
Yes... you are.
She is moved, pleased. But then she catches herself: she can't allow
herself to feel this way. She turns away abruptly, and goes into
the boarding house.
Preston watches her go, confused by his feelings...
INT. HOMESTEAD KITCHEN - NIGHT TWO
Mike, Colleen and Brian are cleaning up dinner dishes, as Brian
excitedly reports the events of his day:
And she taught me somethin' called perspective, and 'bout how to
mix colors -- and she was gonna show me diff'rent brush strokes,
but she hurt her hand.
She hurt her hand?
Well, she dropped her brush and couldn't pick it up -- but then
she said she was alright.
Maybe she sprained it.
That's all the dishes -- I'm gonna go practice drawin'.
He takes off, as Mike thinks about what Brian has reported...
EXT. GRACE'S CAFE - DAY THREE
End of the morning, not very busy. Isabelle eats breakfast alone.
She stops to rub her forearm (gloved, as always), which is bothering
She eats a little more, then stops again to rub her arm -- it's
really bothering her. She starts to take off her glove, then looks
around and thinks better of it -- it's not safe, somebody might
be able to see...
She leaves some money on the table and rises, leaving behind her
breakfast, and starts to head out (toward the Gazette)...
headed in from* the direction of the Sheriff's office, sees Isabelle
and calls to her:
But Isabelle doesn't hear her, as she heads into the alley between
the Gazette and the tent. Mike notices the worry on Isabelle's face,
and follows her...
+ALLEY BETWEEN THE GAZETTE AND THE TENT
Isabelle stops where it's safe (no people around) and rips off her
A couple of plaques (red, raised rims surrounding pale flat centers)
are on her forearm.
She looks down at them, her agitation growing. She wants to scratch
them, but she holds her shaking hand back --
Startled, Isabelle turns to her --
Mike sees her arm, is surprised.
In a panic, Isabelle frantically pulls her glove on, but it takes
her long enough that Mike gets a good long look at the plaques...
What do you want?
Brian told me you were having trouble with your hand...
She sees how upset Isabelle is as she finally succeeds in covering
the plaques with her glove. Mike proceeds cautiously:
My clinic's just around the corner --
No -- they're just bruises...
Isabelle... I've never seen bruises quite like those --
Isabelle nervously fingers her scarf, making sure that it's tight
up below her chin:
I burned myself.
Is it painful?
I'm alright -- I'm fine.
She escapes quickly. Mike, worried, heads back toward the clinic
INT. CLINIC - DAY THREE
CLOSE ON A PAGE OF MEDICAL TEXTBOOK, featuring an illustration of
a plaque which looks like those we saw on Isabelle's arms.
REVEAL Mike reading the textbook, now very, very worried. She rises
quickly and heads out --
EXT. CLINIC AND STREET - DAY THREE
As Mike leaves the clinic, she sees Isabelle heading toward the
boarding house, still shaken, but more collected. Mike crosses the
street toward her...
As Preston rides up to Isabelle on his horse, an eager smile on
Isabelle stops as Preston dismounts and hands her a small burlap
Fresh from the reservation...
Isabelle unwraps the sack; inside is a crock filled with pigment.
I tried to get them to blend it as close to cobalt* as they could
This is very thoughtful of you, Mr. Lodge --
Call me Preston... please.
-- and he means it, it's not the professional smooth approach we've
seen in the past. Isabelle smiles at him.
The flowers they use may not have been completely cooperative --
it's not quite cobalt --
No, no --
(looking at him)
Mike approaches them, very worried. Isabelle sees her, and the smile
instantly fades from her face.
Mr. Lodge... I'm sorry to interrupt but I need to speak with Miss
Maynard for a moment.
Preston isn't sure what's wrong, but he knows something's up:
He tips his hat and leads his horse away, leaving Mike and Isabelle
alone. Isabelle can't meet Mike's eyes:
Isabelle, I was concerned about the marks on your arms... the plaques...
(knows what's next)
Please -- not here on the street.
We can go into the clinic --
Isabelle starts toward the porch of the boarding house; Mike follows
her. Once there, out of the ear of passers-by, they speak in low
Please don't tell anybody -- I know you must be frightened but really
there's no danger --
I'm certainly concerned, for you and the town...
(taking the plunge)
Leprosy is a very serious illness --
But it isn't contagious -- not the way people think. There's new
research being done right now, in Norway for instance --
[Isabelle speaks technically, trying to be as persuasive as possible:]
It documents that it's *difficult to contract without extremely
close and sustained contact -- and even then they don't think anybody
could catch it from me at such an early stage --
I'd like to read those new studies.
I have some journals and I can tell you where to send for the rest...
Believe me, if I thought I was a danger to anybody, I'd be the first
(she can't say it)
I know how frightened people get, even doctors, but there's really
She looks at Mike, hoping that Mike will tell her it's okay. But
Mike can't meet her need, and looks away.
I saw this beautiful place -- a woman doctor, a progressive town
-- I thought maybe it could be different here...
Mike wavers; she's sympathetic but worried:
I'd like to help, but I'm not sure what I can do...
Read the research -- give me a few days to rest... I'm just so tired
After a moment, Mike, moved, nods her head yes. Isabelle breathes,
Isabelle goes into the boarding house, as Mike, troubled, looks
at the people of her town, passing by on their business, unaware
of the secret with which she is now burdened, as we
END OF ACT ONE
EXT. GENERAL STORE - DAY FOUR
Preston follows Loren out of the store:
You know how Dorothy can get -- and all I'm requesting is a small
item in the Gazette announcing the planning of the hotel...
Just to build excitement --
Exactly -- but Dorothy says that it will look like she's giving
free advertising to the publisher.
Loren shakes his head, commiserating:
That hotel's gonna be good for the whole town.
That's what I tried to tell her -- naturally, she doesn't believe
Loren takes the bait:
What if I talk to her?
I hadn't thought of that --
(oh yes he had)
You think that'll do any good?
She kinda listens to me. 'Sides, this hotel's gonna be good for
her, too -- folks from all over will read her paper.
(then, with a sigh)
I tell you, I'd never have gone into business with her if I'd known
she was going to be so scrupulous.
That's always been her problem.
INT. HOMESTEAD - KITCHEN - NIGHT FOUR
Brian sits at the table, working on a drawing on his pad. Mike comes
down stairs; she's got something on her mind:
May I interrupt?
I'm just tryin' to get this perspective right. Isabelle didn't show
up for our lesson today.
That's what Mike wanted to talk about; she sits beside Brian, not
sure how to approach this:
Perhaps I could help you with it. I studied painting when I was
He'd rather study with Isabelle, but doesn't want to hurt her feelings:
It would be something we could do together -- just the two of us.
... Only I told Isabelle I'd study with her.
Well... you never know, she may not be able to continue teaching
you -- that's no reason for you not to learn.
She come to see you about her hand?
(this is difficult)
No... it's just that -- when you meet people, you don't know much
about them. It's wonderful to be open and friendly, but sometimes...
Mike trails off, feeling worse and worse about saying this.
You sayin' I shouldn't see Isabelle?
Mike feels backed into a corner:
I was just hoping that perhaps we could paint together.
Brian nods... but they both know it's more than that.
INT. MIKE & SULLY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT FOUR
Middle of the night. Mike, deeply troubled, sits by the fire, looking
at Sully, who is asleep in bed.
She makes a decision, and goes to the bed, where she sits beside
him. She reaches out to wake him, changes her mind, withdraws her
hand. But Sully wakes anyway, and reads her instantly:
I need your advice -- but I promised I wouldn't talk to anyone about
this... On the other hand, this person isn't a patient, I wouldn't
be violating doctor-patient confidentiality... just going back on
a promise -- which is bad enough...
Sully takes her hand to calm her:
Michaela... why'd they want you to keep it secret?
They were afraid of it getting spread around town.
You know I ain't gonna do that.
Isabelle has leprosy.
That hits Sully; he sits up, now completely awake:
Ain't that contagious? Brian --
I've been reading the new research, and apparently it's not easily
Sully considers that; it calms him down. After a moment:
But somethin's still botherin' you?
(this is tough)
I don't want to feel this way, but part of me wants Isabelle to
get on the next train out of town -- and part of me wants her to
stay so I can help her.
There's somethin' you can do for her?
There's no cure, but there are treatments that might make her feel
more comfortable -- if she'll let me.
She don't want you to treat her?
Mike shakes her head, no. Sully thinks for a moment, then:
Sounds like she's made the decision for you.
Mike nods unhappily. Sully reaches out for her to lie down. She
does so, snuggling her back up against him, and he places a protective
arm around her stomach. Neither of them are going to get much sleep
EXT. GRACE'S CAFE - DAY FIVE
GRACE packs a picnic lunch for Preston:
-- and both of you are absolutely essential to its success. You,
Grace, could be in charge of the dining room, and Robert E can run
a buggy service out from town.
Jake and HANK come in on the end of that, and pour themselves cups
of coffee, close enough to hear:
(the words feel good)
Maybe you oughta build it before you start offerin' jobs.
By that time, there may be other applicants for those positions...
He's never gonna get this "resort" off the ground.
Grace seems inclined to agree. Preston breaks out the big guns:
I wouldn't be so sure of that, Hank. With Michaela and Sully involved...
(he lets that dangle)
Dr. Mike? What's she got to do with it?
She's going to run a clinic on the premises.
That gets Grace's attention, and alarms Jake and Hank, who trade
Isabelle arrives, subdued -- she'd rather not encounter anybody
right now, but she needs to get some food, so she marshalls herself
and approaches the group, her eyes buried in her purse as she takes
out some coins:
I was hoping I could purchase a picnic lunch --
That won't be necessary.
He takes his picnic hamper from Grace as Isabelle looks at him questioningly.
He gestures to the street:
Your chariot awaits.
I was going to do some painting...
That strikes a cord with her. She looks at him, softening. He gestures
to the street, and she smiles and precedes him. As they leave, Jake
turns to Hank, jealous:
Preston hears that, and calls back as he leaves:
Carpe diem -- that's Latin for seize the day.
Think about it.
He leaves them all quite surprised... and in Grace's case, thoughtful...
EXT. HOT SPRINGS HOTEL SITE - DAY FIVE
A blanket is spread on the ground, and covered with a half-eaten
picnic lunch. Preston pours some more champagne for Isabelle:
Look at that land, the sheer size of it... makes you think anything's
They drink as they look out at the land. She wishes she could believe
Wouldn't that be nice.
This is the exact view you'll have from the hotel dining room --
(taking it in happily)
I'm going to have to fight customers off...
So what is it you love about this land -- the beauty or the business
Do they have to be mutually exclusive?
That's what I like about you Isabelle, I feel I can be honest with
you, be myself... I haven't felt that way with anyone since I came
here. I* feel like I know you...
Isabelle's smile fades. She doesn't want to, but she has to say
Preston... we need to talk --
But Preston is off and running:
Think about it -- would we ever have met if it wasn't for... this?
(waving his hand out to the land)
We both came here because of it.
You came to conquer it.
(looks at her, smiles)
So did you -- on that canvas of yours.[
Preston, ]what you said before -- yesterday, about running away?
Forgive me, that was presumptuous --
No, you were right... it's something that's difficult -- impossible
to talk about...
You don't have to tell me anything...
I want to... I have to...
(but she can't)
We're all entitled to our secrets.
She looks at him, and becomes increasingly lost in his eyes:
Whatever it is, it makes you a special... beautiful... enchanting
He takes her (gloved) hand. She's lost in the moment, but then as
he lifts her hand to kiss it, she is suddenly shaken back to reality
and jerks her hand back.
Preston is surprised; the moment is shattered. Isabelle rises, she
can't even look at him.
(the hardest thing she's ever done)
Nothing can ever happen between us.
That takes Preston completely by surprise and hits him hard.
I'm sorry, I should never have...
She can't talk about it, and can't even look at him. She picks up
the plates, starts putting them away. OFF Preston, who is mystified
-- and all the more drawn to her...
INT. CLINIC - DAY FIVE
Grace knocks and comes in, carrying a covered bowl:
(calling toward recovery rooms)
I brought that soup you wanted for Mrs. Schomers.
No response. Grace puts the soup down on the desk. As she does so,
her eyes fall on a medical journal that lies open on the desk. What
she reads there surprises her...
EXT. GRACE'S CAFE - CONTINUOUS - DAY FIVE
HORACE rushes up to MATTHEW with a telegram that has him worried:
(Jake and Hank sit nearby.)
This telegram just came for you, Matthew -- from Miss Maynard's
relatives in *Coffeyville, Kansas --
He gives Matthew the telegram, but his fear keeps him chattering
They sent one to every Sheriff 'long the railroad line --
Matthew is surprised that Horace is revealing the telegram's contents:
Thanks, Horace, I can read it myself.
Seems they been expectin' her and was worried --
The others start listening in, as Matthew reads the telegram.
That was said to shut Horace down. But Horace is worried enough
to keep on:
Says she's sick and they was scared she mighta collapsed on her
Matthew tries again, as Grace arrives from the clinic:
Horace, this is private --
(what's really worrying him:)
Says they want her sent on to them 'stead of bein' "confined".
That word alarms the rest of them:
She got somethin' they can confine you for?
I just saw somethin' on Dr. Mike's desk 'bout leprosy...
They respond to that with alarm, some repeating the word.
That must be the article she sent for after Miss Maynard arrived
Maybe that's why she's always covered up --
Remember how she didn't want me to take off her gloves when they
got all wet -- ?
SMASH CUT TO:
EXT. CLINIC - DAY FIVE
Jake leads a group of frightened, MUTTERING Townsfolk (including
Grace, Hank and Horace) toward the clinic from the cafe. Matthew
rushes ahead of them, trying to get to the clinic first:
Calm down, it ain't gonna do any good to panic...
They are joined by other Townsfolk (including Loren and MYRA) who
are drawn by the commotion, as Jake bangs on the door of the clinic.
Mike approaches from the store:
What is it -- ?
Jake grabs the telegram from Matthew and holds it up to Mike:
Isabelle -- she sick with leprosy?
The word ricochets around, picked up by the new arrivals.
Isabelle's health is her own concern --
The crowd's MUTTERING GETS ANGRIER (I can't believe it! How could
you? Why didn't you tell us? Don't we matter?). Mike raises her
voice to try to calm them:
There's no danger --
But she's shouted down by the crowd:
No, it's not -- not the way you think --
But that disease -- it makes her unclean, Dr. Mike, it says so in
the Bible --
There she is!
They turn to see Preston driving Isabelle into town in his buggy
(on their way back from their picnic). The crowd makes way for the
buggy, keeping their distance.
What is this -- ?
Isabelle's heart sinks as she looks down and sees the fear -- and
in some cases hatred -- in the faces of the Townsfolk gaping at
her. She looks down at Mike accusingly:
You told them?
Told them what?
She's got leprosy.
Preston, terrified, quickly rises and stumbles out of the buggy,
trying to get away from her. Isabelle fights back tears -- this
is her worst nightmare revisited.
Mike looks at her sympathetically...
Isabelle gets down from the wagon (nobody will help her), and rushes
toward the boarding house, the terrified crowd parting for her...
As Mike and Matthew exchange a very worried look...
END OF ACT TWO
INT. BOARDING HOUSE BEDROOM - DAY FIVE
Isabelle comes in, followed by Mike, and finally, after a moment,
by Matthew, who's holding the telegram (he hangs back, scared to
get too close to Isabelle):
Isabelle -- I'm so sorry...
I'm used to it.
I didn't tell anyone about your condition -- except for Sully, and
I know he didn't tell anyone else...
It was the telegram...
He hands Mike the telegram so that she can give it to Isabelle --
he's clearly afraid to get too close to Isabelle, and ashamed of
Mike gives the telegram to Isabelle. Isabelle looks at it for a
moment, then, without looking up:
There's no escaping it, never. I can't take a walk or a buggy ride
or a picnic... I can't even let anyone touch me, even though I know
I can't harm them -- I can't help but think of myself, see myself
the way they do...
She crumples the telegram. Matthew looks out the window, looking
for an excuse to leave:
I better make sure nobody's gettin' anythin' stirred up.
He leaves. Mike feels terrible about all this:
I've read the new research you spoke of -- at least they've isolated
the bacillus, that provides some hope...
Nothing from Isabelle, making Mike feel even worse:
Quinine and certain oils seem to have a tonic effect...
(still hesitant despite herself)
If you want to, you can come to the clinic, perhaps I can administer
(turning to her)
"If I want to"? "Perhaps"?
What do you want, Dr. Quinn?
(feebly, not liking herself for this)
It's not a matter of how I feel, I'm a doctor, it's my job to --
And you feel guilty -- guilty for being just as afraid of me as
your son is, as the people out there are.
Mike can't deny it; she looks away. Isabelle goes to the door, and
opens it for Mike, implicitly asking her to leave:
I've been through this before. Fear and guilt aren't the best treatments
Mike, feeling terrible, asks quietly:
What will you do? Go to your family in Kansas?
They think I'm an invalid, that I need to be hidden from the world
the rest of my life. I can't live like that. So I guess I'll just
But then you won't be able to receive proper medical care --
That's my problem.
(struggling to find some way to help)
Please -- don't leave right away. Give me some time, to try to make
Isabelle says nothing.
At least so you can rest here for a while.
Finally, Isabelle nods noncommittally. Mike leaves, feeling miserable...
INT. BANK - DAY FIVE
Preston, distracted and upset, trying to come to grips with his
confused feelings, walks into the bank, passing by Myra, who looks
up from her work. He doesn't acknowledge her, just heads straight
back to his desk; he doesn't want to talk to anybody right now.
Myra picks up a ledger and approaches him:
I wrote out that list of loan payment totals that you wanted --
(looking away, down at his work)
Not now, Myra.
Myra can put two and two together. She hesitantly addresses him:
Terrible news about Miss Maynard.
He doesn't respond, just girds himself emotionally, gripping his
pen more firmly.
Do you... know Miss Maynard well?
Preston snaps his head up at her, sharply defensive:
What's that supposed to mean?
Nothin' -- I was just... feelin' sorry for her I guess --
I don't know her at all, I just met her a few days ago...
She seemed nice enough -- but did she tell you she was sick?
That hits Preston, as he realizes that Isabelle did try to tell
him. After a moment, he sees that Myra is still waiting for an answer;
he feels he has to lie to her:
-- but he feels terrible about it. He busies himself stacking papers.
Myra is sympathetic to him:
Still, *she should'a told you...
It doesn't matter -- as I said, I hardly know her, she doesn't mean
anything to me...
But Myra can see that she does. Before she can say anything, Horace
Jake called an emergency town meetin' -- folks're headin' up to
To decide what to do 'bout Miss Maynard.
He starts out. Myra stays in place, looking with sympathy at Preston,
who is struggling not to show his emotions. Horace turns back from
Well, come on Myra.
She goes with him, leaving behind a very conflicted Preston...
INT. CLINIC - DAY FIVE
Brian rushes in, joining Mike and Colleen -- everyone's upset:
Ma -- the kids're sayin' Isabelle's got somethin' bad -- is she
gonna be okay?
Mike and Colleen exchange a look -- how can they tell him? Before
they get the chance, Matthew comes in:
Folks said they won't bother her if she stays in her room... but
I don't know how long that'll last.
Can't we do anything to help?
What's wrong with her?
Brian... Isabelle has leprosy.
Leprosy? Like in the Bible?
There's no reason to be frightened of her. Brian --
So she's gonna get better, right?
Mike suppresses her emotions by being as clinical as possible:
It's unlikely. The numbness you saw in her hand will get worse and
spread, and as a result...
(how to put it?)
-- she could become disfigured, and perhaps go blind.
They all take in the gravity of the situation. Colleen puts her
hand on Brian's shoulder.
Sometimes -- rarely -- the disease will disappear on its own...
but so far there's nothing doctors can do, except make the patient
as comfortable as possible.
(after a moment)
Is she dangerous?
Dr. Mike, I got a responsibility to the people of this town --
So do I, and I wouldn't do anything to endanger them. But Isabelle
should be allowed to make her own plans...
Sully comes in, urgently:
There's trouble at the church -- saw it on my way back from the
They all head out...
EXT. CHURCH - DAY FIVE
Mike, Sully, Matthew, Colleen and Brian[ are walking toward the
church (where Townsfolk are buzzing as they head in). They have
been joined by Loren and Jake:]
Denver paper says there's an epidemic in San Francisco -- Chinese
brought it with them when they came over --
Do they know that Loren, or only suspect it?
But they're not paying attention to her, off on their own panic:
Isabelle's from San Francisco, ain't she? She must'a gotten it there
Maybe she had herself a Chinese "friend".
It's obvious what he means. Mike tries to suppress her anger, and
appeal to them by being scientific:
You're jumping to conclusions that are based on guesses and superstition
Then how'd she get it?
That's irrelevant --
Oh, no it ain't.
SMASH* CUT TO:
INT. CHURCH - CONTINUOUS - DAY FIVE
A makeshift town meeting is underway (no formal table). The terrified
Townsfolk stand, CHATTERING nervously as Mike walks in, still trying
to reason with Jake and Loren. They are followed by Sully, Matthew,
Colleen and Brian (already present are the Reverend, Hank, Grace,
Horace and Myra):
All the latest information shows that it isn't casually contagious
-- it seems to require long and intimate contact, and there are
new theories that --
New theories, latest information --
It seems to be hereditary, or that you have to have a predisposition
in order to get it --
I always heard that all you gotta do is touch somebody who's got
it and you can carry it...
Or just touch somethin' they touched.
The experts now believe that --
Great, watch them change their minds in a few years when it's too
late for us.
The others shout their ASSENT. Colleen looks at Sully, who stays
silent. The Reverend tries to calm them:
Everyone, let's just sit down and talk about this reasonably --
Some take seats. Mike looks optimistic for a moment, until:
Dr. Mike, I've read that a colony for these people has been established
in the *Hawaiian Islands...
You think Isabelle should be incarcerated?
Preston enters, stands near Loren silently, at war with his emotions.
Naturally we feel sorry for her -- but wouldn't she be safer with
her own people -- people who wouldn't be frightened of her?
More ASSENT from the crowd.
You're right, Reverend: fear is the problem, it keeps us from looking
at things scientifically --
Dr. Mike, we know you're a good doctor, but you're actin' like you
know better'n us. The Bible says lepers are dangerous --
It's not that I know better than you, Grace -- but I do believe
the scientific research I've been reading...
You're makin' this all complicated -- just ask her to leave. She
ain't gonna *stay where she ain't wanted.
Hank, Jake and several others SHOUT their agreement.
We never made anybody leave who was sick --
Even when they were contagious.
But Colleen and Brian -- you were quarantined with Matthew when
he had typhus -- it's no different.
Yes it is -- you're shunning her. How would you feel if you were
shunned for being sick?
We'd never come down with somethin' dirty like this, Dr. Mike.
AGREEMENT from the Townsfolk. Mike can't believe the illogic of
Then why are you afraid of catching it?
The crowd GRUMBLES at that...
+ANGLE - LOREN AND PRESTON 28
(privately to Preston)
You can kiss the health resort goodbye -- nobody's gonna come to
get healthy in a town that's had this.
Preston, who has been struggling to keep a blank demeanor despite
raging emotions, responds quietly:
+BACK TO SCENE
Dr. Mike, what is it you want? You want her to stay?
The crowd quiets to hear her response. Mike looks at Sully. But
he is troubled and working this through for himself. Mike knows
she has to say something:
All I'm saying is Isabelle should be allowed to make up her own
mind -- she isn't guilty of anything, she hasn't broken any law.
I ain't takin' any chances.
It's our town, Dr. Mike -- I feel sorry for her, but we gotta look
More and louder ASSENTS from the crowd, whose frightened talk among
themselves now takes over. Mike shakes her head, gravely frustrated.
Jake approaches Mike, quietly but with firm (not mean-spirited)
We gone 'long with you lots of times -- but don't fight us on this
He leaves. The meeting breaks up, the townsfolk talking excitedly
amongst themselves. Mike realizes that the deck is seriously stacked
INT. HOMESTEAD - NIGHT FIVE
Sully reads a medical journal by the dying fire; several other journals
lie by his side. Mike, in her nightgown, comes downstairs, sees
him (but not what he's reading):
Sully... are you alright?
Been readin' some of your journals...
This surprises her, and it feels dangerous. He gets up and puts
his hand on her arm; this is difficult for him:
Michaela -- I don't want you treatin' Isabelle.
It's too risky --
You didn't feel this way when I treated influenza or typhus, both
of which are proven to be highly contagious --
It's different now -- we got no way of knowin' if the baby could
catch this. The journals say you gotta be careful treatin' folks
in the last stages --
But she isn't even close to the last stage -- and I will be careful
(taking her hand, softly insistent)
Hear me out. Even if it that's all true -- think of what you're
gonna be up against if you try to keep Isabelle here. You up to
fightin' like that with the baby so close?
Mike hadn't thought of it that way. She sits and looks away. Sully
kneels beside her, finding her eyes:
I know you wanna do what's right... But it ain't just what's right
for Isabelle -- or you or me. It's gotta be what's right for the
He's nailed her: Mike can't hold his eyes; she looks down. He kisses
her hand, and goes upstairs to let her work it through.
Mike looks up at him as he leaves, very troubled, as she places
a hand on her stomach, and we
END OF ACT THREE
INT. BOARDING HOUSE BEDROOM - DAY SIX
Isabelle [is finishing packing her bags when there is a knock on
Isabelle warily opens the door. Brian comes in, carrying] his drawing
pad (leaving the door open).
She's glad to see him, but wary, not sure where he's at:
I was thinkin' maybe we could have another paintin' lesson.
She breathes relief, and smiles sadly:
I'd like to Brian, but I have a train to catch.
Please? I need your help...
He moves to her, hands her his drawing pad. She relents and sits
on the bed; Brian sits beside her:
I still don't have this perspective right...
Isabelle tries to pick up a pencil with her hand, but it's too numb,
she can't hold it.
walks up to the open door, and is surprised to find Brian there.
She watches as --
puts his hand over Isabelle's (gloved) hand to help her grasp the
pencil. Isabelle instinctively pulls her hand away -- but Brian
reaches for it again. Isabelle, profoundly moved, turns her hand
so that she holds Brian's hand.
You've got better perspective than most people I know.
Mike, watching from the doorway, is very moved and proud of Brian.
She knocks on the open door and comes into the room. Isabelle sees
her, squeezes Brian's hand and releases it.
Your mother and I need to talk, Brian. Thank you.
Brian nods and leaves (forgetting the drawing pad). Mike touches
Brian's shoulder proudly as he passes by. After he leaves (closing*
the door), she watches Isabelle return to her packing.
I thought you should know what happened at the meeting yesterday
Mayor Slicker notified me officially -- he had the courage to slip
a note under my door.
I'm so sorry, Isabelle...
[Another knock on the door.
Who is it?]
Preston comes in, on a mission. He's surprised to see *Mike; it
only makes what he wants to do more difficult:
Michaela. Isabelle... I'm sorry you have to be leaving --
(covering his distress)
I wanted to let you know that I've taken the liberty of arranging
a special private train carriage for you.
Isabelle looks away: even though he doesn't mean it to be, it's
hurtful. Mike gives Preston a look. He defends himself:
It's extremely comfortable, quite luxurious actually, and it'll
take you wherever you want to go...
As long as it's away from here.
That really isn't fair, Michaela.
He takes an envelope out of his pocket:
I've also prepared a letter of credit -- I want you to seek the
very best care, whatever it costs...
What if the best care she could receive is here?
(to Preston, softly)
I appreciate your offers Preston, but I can't accept them.
That confuses and upsets Preston, who really thinks he's doing the
You've given me so much already... Every time I look out the window
of a hotel dining room, I'll see the view from our picnic.
(smiling, letting him off the hook)
Goodbye Preston. Thank you.
Confused and upset, Preston leaves. Mike looks at Isabelle with
admiration. Isabelle returns to her packing, and notices Brian's
drawing pad. She holds it out for Mike:
Would you mind returning this to Brian?
Mike takes the drawing pad (as Isabelle turns to her packing), and
looks at it. This symbol of Brian's action helps her make up her
mind, and once she does, she holds it close to her heart, resolve
A calm comes over Mike, and she knows what she wants to do:
Isabelle... I'd like for you to stay.
Isabelle, surprised, turns to Mike, studies her.
I wish I could just make my fear go away, or that I'd never felt
it in the first place. I can't. But my fear is irrelevant. You're
sick and I can help -- that's all that matters.
Isabelle senses the change in Mike, and absorbs it.
Please... I want to be your doctor.
After a moment, Isabelle nods:
Will you come to the clinic?
Just let me unpack.
Mike nods, smiles, and leaves.
INT. BANK - DAY SIX
Mike comes in, nods to Myra, who's at the counter helping a customer.
Mike sees Preston sitting at his desk, looking distractedly through
some work papers.
Preston looks up as Mike approaches him.
I've given it a great deal of consideration, and I've decided I
can't accept your offer to run a clinic at the hotel...
And it costs her, as we can see. Preston takes that in:
It's become clear to me that you don't seriously wish to help people
who are sick.
(defensively, returning to his work)
I tried to help Isabelle, you saw that.
Mike studies him; she's sympathetic to his pain:
He looks up at her, shocked that she called him by his first name.
She speaks to him softly, sincerely:
It's difficult to care about people who are going to leave you.
But this is too painful for Preston; he changes the subject, and
chases away the intimate moment:
All I want to attract to the resort is people with aches and pains
-- asthma, rheumatism -- people who can benefit from a cure in the
hot springs --
In other words, people with money to spend.
What's wrong with that? Payment for services rendered.
So what you really want from me is the legitimization my medical
degree will provide... I'm afraid that's not for sale.
Does your nobility extend to helping patients who need you, despite
your disapproval of me?
If people come here who are truly sick, I can tend to them without
a fancy clinic at your hotel.
She starts out.
I'm certain I can find a society doctor in Denver who'll be only
too happy to lend his name to my clinic.
Then I suggest you do that... Mr. Lodge.
Her deliberate use of his last name again hits Preston. Mike turns
and leaves. Preston watches her go...
INT. CLINIC - DAY SIX
On the table, Mike has lined up bottles and instruments and clean
aprons, and is showing them to Sully:
I've been reading about some extra precautions that I can take --
I'm going wash my hands with a solution of carbolic acid, boil the
instruments and dip them in an iodine solution, destroy my apron
after I treat Isabelle...
Your mind's made up?
Obviously his isn't.
Sully, I've read accounts of this disease from all over the world
-- and I haven't read that a single doctor who's treated leprosy
has ever come down with it.
None of 'em were pregnant either.
When a patient knocks on that door, I have no idea what I'm going
to encounter. They might have malaria or cholera or who knows what...
If we want to be completely safe, then I'm going to have to pack
up and go home and stop being a doctor.
Maybe that's somethin' we oughta think 'bout -- till the baby comes.
Am I going to turn away Myra if she has the flu? Or Anthony? We
don't even know what's wrong with him.
Sully, you've never let fear rule your life...
Sully softens; that's true.
You're just as much a parent of our baby as I am... When you went
to track Noah McBride, you could've been killed --
I had to do that --
Exactly -- and I have to do this. This is who we are, Sully... and
that's who our baby is going to be.
There is a knock on the door.
That'll be Isabelle.
She looks to him for his approval. Sully wants to be on her side,
but he's still not there; he looks away.
Myra comes in, with SAMANTHA. Sully is relieved.
Dr. Mike, Samantha's cold is worse -- I'm worried maybe it's somethin'
Mike looks at Sully: see what I mean? Sully, realizing she's right,
and confused about his feelings, heads out, past Myra:
Mike follows him out, with a word to Myra:
I'll be right back --
EXT. CLINIC - CONTINUOUS - DAY SIX
Loren approaches the clinic, his hand wrapped in a (not too) bloody
cloth, as Sully comes out, followed by Mike:
Jar cracked open...
They all stop as they see Isabelle approaching the clinic from the
Other passers-by stop, too, giving Isabelle a wide berth. A mother
scoops her little boy away. Hank and a couple of his GIRLS watch
tensely from outside the saloon.
Isabelle, aware of all this, keeps her eyes straight forward as
she arrives at the clinic:
I'm here for my appointment.
That rattles Loren and Myra, who has come out into the doorway with
Samantha. The tense silence is broken by Mike:
I'll see you right after Loren --
Aw no, I'll -- I'll just get Jake to stitch me up...
They all watch him leave. Mike sees that everybody is watching her,
waiting to see what she'll do.
Myra, Isabelle had an appointment -- it shouldn't take too long,
if you don't mind waiting...?
Myra huddles Samantha close to her, and responds quickly, instinctively
as she leaves the clinic:
(then, an excuse:)
It's prob'ly just a cold -- you know me, I'm such a worry-wart...
And she rushes off, carrying Samantha.
They're all aware of what's going down... nobody more so than Isabelle,
who feels terrible about it:
I can come back later...
No... come in.
Sully watches Mike with a mixture of admiration and concern as she
deliberately takes Isabelle's arm and escorts her into the clinic.
Isabelle pauses at the door, and goes in.
EXT. GENERAL STORE - DAY SIX
The train whistle BLOWS as Mike approaches the porch of the store,
carrying a basket.
Grace and other Shoppers WHISPER among themselves, worried, looking
at her (passing the news that Isabelle was in her clinic, that Mike
must have touched her), and give her the same wide berth they gave
Mike takes note, and starts picking out some fruit. Loren rushes
out to help her, his hand now bandaged.
How's your hand, Loren?
Fine, just fine --
(quickly taking her basket:)
Let me help you, Dr. Mike, you want some apples?
I'm perfectly capable of picking out fruit, Loren --
But Loren insists, his eyes on Grace and the other Shoppers who
are avoiding the fruit that Mike was touching:
Happy to help.
Mike follows his gaze, realizes what's going on:
This is ridiculous...
Brian, upset, rushes up to her, from the direction of the train
Ma! Isabelle left on the train...
Mike is shocked; she cuts her eyes toward the train station. Sully
and Myra come out of the store:
I just saw her through the window, I didn't even get to say goodbye...
She knew how you felt about her, Brian...
But why'd she have to leave?
Sully feels terrible. The others are beginning to feel ashamed:
She did a good thing, Brian --
That's right, she left 'cause she was sick and didn't want to hurt
The others (including Jake, who has come over from the barbershop)
nod, trying to make themselves feel better.
You're right Grace --
Grace is surprised, she expected a fight from Mike:
She left because she knew if she stayed, others would stop coming
to the clinic.
Just as well, she can get help somewhere else.
Sully finally speaks up:
You think anybody else is gonna be better'n we were?
Mike looks at Sully, surprised. She realizes that he's including
himself in this, that he's come around. The others look away, embarrassed.
We didn't do right by her.
Sully goes over to Mike and Brian. Mike puts her arm around Sully's
back, and the three of them walk off together...
Leaving behind the rest of the townsfolk. In stark contrast to the
[rest of the bustling street, our townsfolk stand] motionless, taking
stock in themselves and coming up wanting... as we