Written by Eric Tuchman / Directed by Bobby Roth
INT. HOMESTEAD - DAY ONE
MIKE flips through a recipe book at the pantry, eagerly scanning
the pages. She pauses to consider:
SULLY, cradling KATIE, and BRIAN look up from the breakfast table,
puzzled by Mike's question.
It's a sort of spicy relish.
Brian is not thrilled by the description. Neither is Sully.
Ever make it before?
(shakes her head)
It shouldn't be too difficult. I'll just follow the recipe...
(looking back at the book)
This dinner has to be special. It's Katie's first Thanksgiving,
Colleen will be home from school today...
That's right. Colleen'll be home to help cook.
Sully nods, relieved, too. Mike looks up from her book.
Colleen needs her time at home to study.
Sully sees Mike's determination -- it's best to support her.
Your ma's gonna fix a real fine meal for us, Brian.
(catching Sully's signal)
Oh. Sure, Ma, it's gonna be great.
Mike smiles, appreciating their encouragement.
Well, I certainly intend to try. It's not often we're all together
OFF Mike as she focuses back on the recipe...
EXT. BANK - DAY ONE
A WORKER finishes washing the front window. PRESTON inspects the
glass, nodding and smiling.
Good work. A fine start.
Start? The worker looks at the clean pane, confused.
Streak. Smudge. No sparkle. The bank has to look perfect today.
(a confidential aside)
Do well here and there'll be a lot more windows for you to wash
at my new hotel.
Inspired, the worker begins again. Preston smiles, but before he
steps away, he catches his reflection in the glass and anxiously
adjusts his hat and lapels.
ANDREW approaches, observing him with curious amusement.
I should say so. My father's train is due in. He's come all the
way from Boston.
You must be looking forward to seeing him.
Preston nods and takes a breath, clearly nervous, too.
Something up ahead catches Andrew's eye.
Mike and Sully cross toward the train station.
+BACK TO ANDREW AND PRESTON
as Preston notices Mike, too, and looks pointedly at Andrew.
Have you told her?
I -- just haven't found the right time.
Andrew, we've talked about this. My investors will all be here on
Thanksgiving, and they expect to meet the doctor who's running my
hotel's clinic. I want that doctor to be you.
So do I.
Then tell Michaela that you're leaving.
Preston stares, waiting.
Well, I'm afraid you've put me in a terrible position. Dr. Cassidy's
been hounding me, daily, for the job. I've tried to hold him off,
but -- since you're clearly not ready to work without Michaela's
I'm ready. I'm definitely ready.
(steeling his resolve)
I'll tell Michaela right now.
Preston smiles as he and Andrew head for...
EXT. TRAIN STATION - DAY ONE
Mike and Sully cross the platform. Mike beams, excited to welcome
HORACE steps out of his office with a telegram. He has the guilty
look of a messenger bearing disappointing news.
(misreading Horace's expression)
Mornin', Horace. Train late?
Horace opens his mouth to explain, then simply thrusts forward the
telegram. Sully reads it as Mike looks on, worried.
Colleen ain't comin' today.
Teacher gave 'em extra work to finish before Thanksgivin'. She'll
try to be home by Thursday.
Try to be...?
This disturbing development is punctuated by a train whistle. Mike
turns toward the sound.
Wanna wire her back, Dr. Mike?
Mike nods vaguely, staring at the approaching train in dismay.
Don't worry. Colleen'll make it home in time.
(smiling but uncertain)
Of course she will. She won't want to miss the holiday.
Mike starts to follow Sully and Horace toward the telegraph office
when Andrew stops her. He looks ill-at-ease.
Mike assumes that Andrew has come to meet Colleen, too.
Oh, Andrew... I'm afraid Colleen's not on the train. She had to
stay at school.
Colleen? Well, I'm sorry to hear that, but -- I'm not here to meet
Andrew hesitates and glances over at Preston, who, several yards
away, glares back urgently. Andrew turns to Mike again.
Actually, I've wanted to tell you --
But the train arrives, brakes squealing, distracting Mike. Andrew
sighs in frustration.
+ANGLE - THE DOORWAY OF THE TRAIN
The CONDUCTOR steps down, followed by the PASSENGERS.
+ON THE PLATFORM
Preston braces himself to greet his father, staring up at the door.
+ANGLE - PRESTON A. LODGE, II
as he emerges from the car. He's a domineering, impeccably tailored
man who exudes success and robust confidence.
steps forward with a tense smile.
Mr. Lodge spots him and smiles. They move closer.
Well then... you haven't changed much, now have you?
It's been fourteen months, sir, I may still surprise you.
They stop in front of each other. And firmly shake hands.
+ANGLE ON MIKE
as she curiously observes the two Lodges.
+BACK TO PRESTON AND MR. LODGE
I trust Mother is well?
She and your brothers send their regards.
And your journey was pleasant?
Tumultuous. There were terrible storms across the Plains.
Well, you're here now, Father, safely. And I'm...
(searching for the word, guarded but sincere)
Honored that you made such a long trip.
I made good use of the time and secured some new business along
Preston nods, wishing for a warmer, more fatherly display of affection.
And getting none.
(surveying the setting)
Let's see this charming, little empire of yours...
Mr. Lodge strides off toward... Mike and Andrew. Preston, already
flustered, jogs after him.
First, sir, let me introduce the finest physician in Colorado Springs...
Mike smiles, surprised by Preston's endorsement. She sticks out
her hand, but Preston whisks his father right past her.
Dr. Andrew Cook.
Andrew winces, then smiles. Mike withdraws her hand, abashed.
The finest physician? Then you must be the one running my son's
Andrew casts an uneasy glance toward Mike, then sees Preston's expectant,
imploring stare -- and shakes Mr. Lodge's hand.
Yes, sir, that's right... I am.
Preston exhales with relief. OFF Mike, staggered by Andrew's announcement
END OF TEASER
EXT. TELEGRAPH OFFICE - DAY ONE
Sully writes his message to Colleen and passes it to Horace through
I'll send it right away, Sully.
Horace moves to send the telegram as Mike steps up to Sully, looking
Told Colleen to do the best she can. Let us know when she's comin'.
Mike barely nods. Sully misinterprets her concern.
She'll get her work done, Michaela.
Andrew's leaving the clinic...
Sully looks at her curiously. Mike looks up to explain:
Andrew's opening his own clinic at Preston's new hotel.
Sully can see that Mike is unsettled by the news.
That alright with you?
Mike smiles, but she's confused by her mixed feelings.
(he knows his wife)
It's a wonderful opportunity for him, Sully. Of course I'm sure.
Sully nods, backing off. We go out on Mike, her smile fading...
EXT. TOWN - DAY ONE
Strolling away from the train station, Preston gives Mr. Lodge a
tour of Colorado Springs. Andrew tags along.
(with flair, trying to impress)
Everyone comes here, Father, with a dream... a passion for independence
and success, to stake a claim on the frontier...
Mr. Lodge looks around, half-listening, taking stock.
Dirt streets. No sense of permanence or stability.
Well, we're still a young town, sir. The streets will be paved.
We're growing one step at a time.
Yes, the people here, sir -- they're used to a slower pace. It's
not like Boston.
Not yet. But soon.
(grins, claps Preston's shoulder)
There's a Lodge leading the way.
Preston's smile shakes under the weight of his father's expectations.
He looks ahead, more encouraged.
Speaking of progress, sir, all of it begins right here...
Preston's bank. The spotless window gleams in the modest, but perfectly
+BACK TO MR. LODGE
as he steps forward to inspect it.
Yes, yes, good thinking, son. You were wise to start small.
A larger bank might have intimidated these frontier people.
Preston nods, glancing off, relieved by the distraction when Sully
and Mike walk their way, followed by Wolf.
Sully and Mike pause as Preston brings over Mr. Lodge. Andrew lingers
behind, but Mike catches his eye and he looks away, discomforted.
I'd like to present my father. Preston A. Lodge II, Dr. Michaela
Mr. Lodge. Welcome.
Yes. And I believe you knew my father -- Dr. Josef Quinn.
(jogging Lodge's memory)
You declined his loan?
Oh yes. A bad risk, I'm afraid.
Fortunately, another banker felt otherwise. My father secured his
loan, and his practice became one of the largest -- and most profitable
-- in Boston.
Put in his place, Mr. Lodge clears his throat, turns to Sully.
And you are?
Sully shakes Mr. Lodge's hand with unflappable self-assurance.
That's succinct. And what is your profession, sir?
Sully hesitates -- how did that question follow?
I've been here for more than a year and still haven't figured that
Sully turns a cool stare on Preston, who keeps needling.
Sully is our wilderness renaissance man.
Mr. Lodge regards Sully with genuine interest.
A wilderness man...
I expect you could tell some remarkable stories...
Preston realizes that his dig at Sully has backfired -- and moves
quickly to recapture his father's attention.
Sir, we should ride over to my hotel, if you're not too tired. The
light there this time of day is dazzling.
Mr. Lodge nods at Mike and Sully as Preston guides him away, exposing
Andrew in their wake.
Mike and Andrew trade strained looks. Sully backs away, seeing an
opportunity for them to talk.
Gotta see... Robert E -- 'bout somethin'.
Mike eyes Sully, knowing what he's up to. He gives her a bolstering
See ya later...
Sully goes to the livery. Mike smiles awkwardly at Andrew, then
heads for the clinic. Andrew hesitates for a beat before jogging
Mike lets him catch up, then keeps walking.
I know my news caught you off-guard this morning.
I tried to discuss it with you earlier, privately. I never intended
to surprise you.
Mike manages a smile, but Andrew can see the tension behind it.
I want you to know -- I've learned a great deal working with you,
and I truly value the experience. It's just...
Before Andrew can continue, he and Mike notice LOREN waiting outside
I'm early, Dr. Mike.
That's fine, Loren, I'll be right in.
Loren goes inside. Andrew turns to Mike, tactfully:
Loren was my patient when you were home with Katie. Then as soon
as you came back to work...
(simply, not defensive)
I've been Loren's doctor for years.
And you'll continue to be, as you should.
This will always be your clinic, Michaela. That's your name up on
that sign. And now, I'm hoping, you'll give me your blessing to
hang a sign of my own.
Mike wants to encourage him, but she feels abandoned. Her response
is obligatory, not heartfelt:
You know that I wish you the best.
Andrew wishes for more, but Mike just smiles tightly at him.
Mike turns into the clinic. Andrew watches her, distressed.
EXT. TRAIL TO THE SPRINGS CHATEAU HOTEL - DAY ONE
Preston and Mr. Lodge ride a carriage through the woods.
I've never worked harder in my life, Father. Every aspect of the
hotel, every detail, has been my decision...
It's just around the bend.
Preston glances at his father, but Mr. Lodge doesn't lean forward
or change expression. He just sits calmly and waits.
Still, Preston can't help grinning with anticipation as the carriage
rolls past some trees and... there it is...
+THE SPRINGS CHATEAU AND HEALTH RESORT
A sprawling, stylish building of great charm, with trellises and
thin columns along a wraparound porch.
+BACK TO SCENE
As Preston drives on and parks in front of the hotel. A few WORKERS
are putting on the finishing touches. Mr. Lodge climbs down from
the carriage and surveys the property. Preston follows, bracing
for his father's reaction. Finally:
It's a very pleasant building, Preston.
Preston smiles, but... that's it? He guides Mr. Lodge toward the
hot spring, trying to stir up some enthusiasm.
And the main attraction here, Father -- my natural hot spring. You
see I've cleared away all the brush and built this elegant decking.
(with genuine pride)
Yes. Excellent, Preston. Well done.
Preston is pleased, but Mr. Lodge looks up to consider the hotel
again, distracted, bothered...
I suppose I pictured something a bit more... substantial -- but
I can see that there's room to expand. You do intend to add more
(swallowing his hurt, smiling)
Mr. Lodge looks satisfied, but the pride and joy drains from Preston's
EXT. HILLTOP - DAY ONE (SAME TIME)
On horseback, JAKE and HANK gaze down at the valley.
+THEIR POV - THE HOTEL
Preston and Mr. Lodge are heading toward the main entrance.
+BACK TO JAKE AND HANK
They act nonchalant, but the hotel is undeniably grand by Colorado
It ain't much.
Nah, all work is what it is. Runnin' that place's gonna eat up all
'a Preston's profits.
If he's got any. We're doin' our place up right. Keepin' things
They stare at the hotel and sigh, increasingly depressed.
Got the Hot Springs right over there, huh? That's gonna be a draw.
Rooms're prob'ly real big 'n fancy.
(a beat, grins)
We still got one thing Preston's hotel don't.
(looks slyly at Jake)
Jake smiles, pleased by the reminder.
INT. GAZETTE - DAY ONE
DOROTHY prints the latest edition. LOREN comes in eagerly.
My new advertisement...
(snatches a freshly printed page)
Hot off the press.
That ink's still wet.
Loren checks his fingers -- they're blackened with ink. Dorothy
gives him an amused look as Preston enters with Mr. Lodge.
Father, I'd like you to meet our town's preeminent journalist, Dorothy
Jennings. And Loren Bray, proprietor of the General Store.
Always pleased to meet a fellow entrepreneur...
Loren sticks out his ink-stained hand. Mr. Lodge looks at it, hesitating.
Loren self-consciously withdraws it.
How nice that you're here to spend the holiday with your son.
Mr. Lodge looks puzzled.
Thanksgiving? Thanksgiving happens every year, but Preston's hotel
opening, that's a momentous occasion.
Mr. Lodge smiles at Preston, who is delighted by his father's praise.
Dorothy, I want you there by two on Thursday. You can interview
the hotel's investors before the opening ceremony.
I couldn't possibly be there before four.
Preston stops and Mr. Lodge knits his brow -- did Dorothy... this
woman... just dare contradict his son?
I'm doin' research -- for my book. I scheduled an interview on Thursday
for most of the afternoon.
You'll have to re-schedule.
My Grand Opening is big news for this town. If you want to be taken
seriously, as a professional journalist --
I am a professional journalist.
Then give my story the attention it deserves.
Your story'll get the proper attention, Preston -- startin' at four.
Dorothy stares defiantly. Preston backs away from the challenge
and leaves with his father. Dorothy exhales.
Who's this you're interviewin'?
My book's about Cloud Dancin', Loren.
You goin' out to the reservation?
I wanna be able to describe how Cloud Dancin' and the other Indians
Loren scoffs, but Dorothy cuts him off with a look and gets back
EXT. GAZETTE - DAY ONE - SAME TIME
Mr. Lodge takes Preston aside, perturbed.
That Gazette is your newspaper, Preston, and that woman in there,
she works for you.
Well, not exactly. You see, I co-own the newspaper. With Miss Jennings.
Co-own? You gave her fifty percent?
(hating to reveal this)
Actually... Dorothy owns fifty-one percent.
Mr. Lodge gapes incredulously. Oh, the shame of that deal.
No wonder she didn't listen to you.
Preston droops, feeling miserable.
INT. HOMESTEAD - NIGHT ONE
Mike measures spices precisely, as if the recipe were a scientific
formula. She stirs them into a pot.
Sully comes over, enjoying the vapors. He starts to dip in a spoon,
but Mike playfully claps a cover over the pot.
The chutney needs to simmer for an hour.
Mike returns to her mixing bowls. Dives into another recipe.
I never understood before -- cooking can be a comfort.
Sully nods, watching her. He doesn't want to press, but...
You talk to Andrew?
Mike pauses. Nods with a sigh. Looks at Sully.
It's not that I don't wish him well, Sully. I do. Of course I do.
It's just that --
(surprised by herself)
I've grown accustomed to having Andrew around. When he was at the
clinic, I could be home, with Katie. And after all, Mother brought
Andrew here to help me, and now he's -- well, he's --
Mike almost flinches, hearing the word aloud.
(anxiously whisks a bowl)
I'm not concerned about that...
(whisks some more)
But I did enjoy having another physician around to discuss cases.
You can still discuss cases with him.
Mike remains disturbed by the new arrangement.
Michaela, Andrew left Boston, left his family to come out West and
make a good livin' here as a doctor. That remind ya of anybody?
Mike looks at Sully, getting his point. She smiles softly.
As Sully returns her smile, we
EXT. CAFE - DAY TWO
The REVEREND, Hank, and Jake eat lunch together. GRACE works nearby.
Preston and Mr. Lodge approach. Preston looks tired and stressed.
His father's visit is already taking its toll.
Preston, looks like you need a cup of coffee.
I could use two, Reverend. I was up late planning my opening ceremony.
I'd like to begin with a benediction. Would you do me the honor?
Well, I'm not familiar with any specific hotel blessings, but I'm
sure the good book will offer something.
I'm gonna christen our place, too, when it's done. Break a bottle
'a champagne right on it.
Your place, sir?
Yes, Father, Mr. Lawson and Mr. Slicker here are building a modest
little flophouse behind the saloon.
It's a social club and deluxe resort.
(to Mr. Lodge)
And I'm Mayor Slicker, sir.
Mayor...? Didn't you write that...
(turns to Preston)
You were running for that office?
He did and he lost. To me.
Mr. Lodge gapes at Jake, finding this hard to digest.
INT. CLINIC - DAY TWO
Andrew packs, putting instruments in his medical bag and textbooks
in a box. Mike busies herself, trying not to watch. Their eyes meet.
They trade awkward smiles.
Well. I think that's everything.
Andrew looks puzzled as Mike hands him a small stack of files.
They're the records of all the new patients you treated in my absence
-- while I was staying home with Katie.
But -- these are your patients.
He holds the files toward her, but she nudges them back.
No, I've never seen them. Not once. They've only been treated by
But I treated them here.
He tries to give her the stack again, but she's adamant.
You used my facility, Andrew, that's true. But you're just starting
out, and I think it's only fair if you continue to see them. At
Andrew reluctantly packs the files, then looks at Mike.
They stare at each other, neither knowing what to do or say next.
Andrew picks up his things. He and Mike exchange another uncomfortable
smile, then he heads out.
Mike goes to her desk, sneaking a troubled, backward glance at Andrew
leaving as we...
END OF ACT ONE
EXT. CAFE - DAY THREE
GRACE chops and dices on a cutting board. She's very organized and
her concentration is intense.
ANTHONY comes over brightly. ROBERT E trails behind.
Just a minute, Anthony. I'm real busy.
You been real busy for days.
Grace glances up and registers Anthony's forlorn expression -- then
Robert E's steady glare.
Anthony, you gotta be extra patient with me this week. Preston's
countin' on me makin' Thanksgivin' real special at his hotel. It's
important I do a good job.
(pointedly to Robert E)
Important to all of us.
And havin' Thanksgivin' here at the cafe is important to some folks,
too. A tradition. Where're they s'pposed to eat if you're closed?
They can eat at the hotel. 'Sides, I hear most folks're gonna be
celebratin' at home this year.
Where are we celebratin'?
Grace pauses and looks at Anthony's sweet, inquisitive face. She
tries to sound enticing:
We're gonna have us a banquet -- right there in the hotel's fancy
The kitchen? Like we was servants?
Robert E, you know what Preston's payin' me. Servants? We're makin'
more money in one day there'n I could make here'n three Thanksgivin's.
The kitchen's fine... we got our future to worry about, not where
we're eatin' a plate of turkey.
Grace smiles at Anthony, then gets back to work. Anthony sighs.
Robert E puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
EXT. SPRINGS CHATEAU HOTEL - ANDREW'S CLINIC - DAY THREE
Andrew comes out of his office, taking account of the boxes, medical
furniture and supplies waiting to be moved in from the porch.
Well, I see that you're settling in.
I'm still waiting for a few more supplies, but I'm ready to start
No, you're not.
Andrew looks puzzled, concerned.
Not until you hang this...
Preston smiles and surprises Andrew, presenting him with a shingle
engraved with "Andrew Cook, M. D."
Thank you, Preston. It's perfect.
(pats Andrew's shoulder)
Preston walks away, pleased. OFF Andrew, beaming at his shingle
EXT. CLINIC - DAY THREE
The Reverend comes up the steps as Mike leaves the clinic.
(smiles and tips his hat, moving past her)
Can I help you, Reverend?
Oh, no thank you. Is Andrew in? I saw him about my throat last week.
Andrew -- he's... already working at his own clinic.
The Reverend halts and turns back, embarrassed.
Oh. Well, my throat feels fine now. He just wanted me to stop by
and follow up.
Yes, you should have him take another look to be sure.
Well, you can --
No, no, Andrew started your treatment --
(trying to look insistent)
He should finish it.
The Reverend assures Mike of his loyalty:
Just this once, I suppose.
Mike nods, appreciative. She watches the Reverend walk away.
Mike turns. MATTHEW approaches.
I'm goin' to Denver.
Gotta escort a fugitive back to the jail there.
The man escaped two days ago. Charlie Piper found 'im drunk, passed
out in his barn.
But you can't go to Denver today, tomorrow's Thanksgiving.
I got no choice, he's s'posed to stand trial on Friday.
Mike sags -- her hopes for a perfect Thanksgiving are crumbling.
I'll catch the first train back in the mornin', I promise. And I'll
make sure Colleen is on board with me.
Mike nods, slightly comforted. SUDDENLY, from the street...
Thief! Stop, thief!
Mike and Matthew react, then Matthew dashes around the corner...
+IN THE STREET
A DRIVER races a surrey up the center of town, chased by a frantic,
He stole my surrey!
Matthew jumps in the surrey's path. The Driver sees Matthew's badge
and slows down. Matthew grabs the horse's bridle.
Preston, clipped and grim in his manner, strides over with Mr. Lodge.
That man didn't steal anything...
Mike, Dorothy, Loren, Jake, Hank and Robert E approach and gather
curiously. Horace is upset, catching his breath.
He works for me.
What're you talkin' about?
He took the surrey legitimately, on the bank's behalf.
But it's mine.
The bank owns that surrey, Horace. You're six weeks late on your
Horace looks flustered and confused. Preston hesitates, glancing
at his father, who's closely watching his every move. Preston turns
decisively to Horace:
The surrey has been repossessed.
Repossessed? But I only got two more payments! I was short last
month 'cause I sent Myra money for Samantha.
Two more payments, Preston. Surely you could give Horace an extension.
All eyes fall on Preston, including Mr. Lodge's. Mike and the townsfolk
glare beseechingly, disdainfully.
Preston wavers, then feels his father's exacting stare -- and steels
No. No exceptions. No extensions.
Everyone reacts, shocked and disgusted by Preston's attitude, but
Horace straightens, recovering his pride.
(with a strong, cold look at Preston)
Go on then. Take it.
Preston, tight-lipped, signals the driver, who snaps the reins.
Preston looks over at Mr. Lodge, who gives him a curt nod of approval.
Horace turns back toward his office, head held high.
Mike takes in the scene with dismay...
INT. HOMESTEAD - NIGHT THREE
Sully looks up from stacking firewood as Mike arrives home, rushed,
carrying a basket of groceries.
Sorry I'm late. The clinic became so busy at the end of the day.
Did you and Brian eat?
Fast asleep. You should have something.
I don't have time, Sully, tomorrow's Thanksgiving. I have to start
(as she unpacks)
Walnuts, onions --
(stops, realizing with alarm)
Celery. I forgot to buy celery.
It doesn't matter.
But the recipe --
No one'll notice, Michaela.
(comes over playfully, affectionately)
It'll be our secret...
Mike eases up and smiles slightly, aware of her overreaction.
I don't know why I'm even fussing anymore. I wanted everything to
be just right, but now Matthew and Colleen --
Will be home tomorrow afternoon. Me and Brian'll go meet 'em at
Sully rubs Mike's shoulders. She settles back against him, relaxing.
You know what?
(turns to face Sully)
The stuffing can wait.
They share a smile, then kiss.
EXT. TRAIN STATION - DAY FOUR
Preston, Mr. Lodge and Andrew *get out of their carriage. DRIVERS
wait in two empty carriages behind them.
Remember, Preston, you want your investors to feel powerful. Important.
(getting a bit impatient)
Father, I think just seeing the hotel, the fruit of their investment,
will make them feel important...
+ANGLE - SULLY AND BRIAN
as they walk across the platform. WOLF trots behind them.
+ANGLE - HORACE
steps out of his office to meet them.
Train's been delayed, Sully. It's stuck, a few miles past Monument.
Before Sully can respond, Preston interrupts, having overheard.
He approaches with his father and Andrew.
Stuck? What are you talking about?
Horace ignores Preston, directing his news to Sully and Brian.
Just got word, there was a terrible storm. Trees and branches, fallin'
all over, blockin' the tracks.
It can't be. Not today.
(scowls at Preston)
It is. Wire said it was rainin' and blowin' so hard, homes and buildin's
were gettin' torn up...
It'll take some time till they clear off the tracks.
Sully considers this as Andrew looks at Preston:
The ceremony. Should we postpone?
Preston glances at Mr. Lodge.
(trying to remain undaunted)
The tracks will be cleared. We'll wait.
Mr. Lodge nods, approving. Sully turns to Brian:
Got a feelin' we'll be waitin' a long time. Let's go borrow a couple
more horses from Robert E. Ride out to pick up Matthew and Colleen.
Brian agrees and leaves with Sully. OFF Preston, determined not
to be thrown by this change of events.
INT. HOMESTEAD - DAY FOUR
Mike carries Katie over to the beautifully prepared Thanksgiving
table. She smiles proudly, showing the baby:
There now, isn't that pretty? Your very first Thanksgiving...
Mike sits with Katie. She admires her work for a few moments. The
clock ticks, exaggerating the quiet. Mike glances at the time, then
looks around at the empty chairs. Her smile slips a bit. She tells
Katie, reassuring herself:
Your father and your brothers and sister will be home very soon...
the whole family...
Suddenly, the wind whistles in and blows out the candles on the
EXT. HOMESTEAD - MOMENTS LATER - DAY FOUR
Mike walks away from the house, holding Katie. She stops and stares
down the road, watching and waiting, her hair and dress blowing
in a chilly breeze.
The road is empty. No one in sight.
hears some low, rumbling thunder. She looks up.
Dark clouds roll across the sky.
Shivers and pulls Katie closer. Getting anxious, she turns and hurries
back inside as we...
END OF ACT TWO
EXT. SPRINGS CHATEAU HOTEL - DAY FOUR
CLOSE ON a parasol popping open, then lifted toward an overcast
sky. PULL BACK on the LADY and her ESCORT as they stroll amongst
a festive, impressed CROWD.
A colorful banner is strung over the hotel's entrance -- "Grand
Opening -- Springs Chateau and Health Resort." Streamers are
laced around the columns. Balloons are tied to the railings.
A small brass BAND plays a spirited tune on the porch.
+ANGLE - THE REVEREND
as he rehearses his speech, reading from a Bible:
"The stranger did not lodge in the street: but I opened my
doors to the traveler..."
The Reverend looks up to find Loren watching him.
I knew that.
+ANGLE - HANK AND JAKE
They look around covetously at the good-sized crowd.
Ain't much of a turn-out.
(smirks at him)
C'mon, who ya kiddin', Jake? All these folks've come out here --
on Thanksgivin'? When it looks like rain? It's time for a little
Jake watches curiously as Hank approaches a GROUP OF MEN.
Hey there, fellas -- this place sure turned out nice 'n pretty...
The men agree. Jake knits his brow -- why the hell is Hank promoting
Preston's place? But Hank continues, to the men:
Thing is, ya take away the Hot Springs and whad'ya got? Some fancy
new building in the middle of nowheres.
Jake grins to himself, catching on. He chimes in:
Yeah, and how long's a man expected to sit soakin' in boilin' water
Exactly. Now, if you're lookin' for a little excitement...
(leans in, on the sly)
Me and my partner here's fixin' up a more "friendly" establishment
right in the center of town...
The men listen, their interest piqued.
+ANGLE - ROBERT E AND ANTHONY
They ride up to the side entrance. Their wagon is loaded with boxes.
Rushes out of the hotel to greet them, anxiously wiping her hands
on her apron.
Hey, Ma --
(not answering, distracted)
Where ya been, Robert E? You got all my platters. My cakes, puddin's,
Anthony droops, neglected. Robert E notices. Grace doesn't.
First sign 'a rain, Anthony made me stop 'n make sure all your cakes
and pies was covered. He didn't want anythin' to happen to 'em.
Grace pauses. She looks contritely, gratefully, at Anthony.
How'm I so lucky to have such a thoughtful boy?
Anthony smiles, feeling better. There's a growl of THUNDER.
Gotta hurry. Go back for the next load.
+ANGLE - PRESTON, MR. LODGE AND ANDREW
Riding their* carriage up to the hotel, stopping near Jake, Hank,
Loren, and the Reverend, who all look puzzled.
Where's all your high-class investors?
Their train was detained.
There was a big storm.
Everyone glances up at the rumbling sky. Preston is annoyed.
It's not coming here. I've sent some carriages out to pick up my
investors. We'll begin as soon as they return -- then it's straight
back to my plan.
The THUNDER sounds again, closer. Hank holds out his hand, feeling
raindrops, glancing up.
I think your plan's about to change.
OFF Preston's irritated look...
EXT. WOODS - DAY FOUR
Sully and Brian stop their horses with Wolf and two tethered horses
trailing behind. The surrounding branches sway in the wind. The
sky is dark and foreboding.
Better turn back, Brian. Looks like that storm's comin' our way.
But Matthew and Colleen...
They'll be safe, the storm already passed by 'em. But your ma's
home alone with Katie, and it's gonna be dark soon.
Brian nods. THUNDER cracks.
Let's go --
They turn and ride off at a gallop.
INT. HOMESTEAD - NIGHT FOUR
Trying to ignore the howling wind outside, Mike bastes the turkey
on top of the oven. She samples a small piece.
She smiles over at Katie, who's propped in a chair.
You'll have to take my word for it.
Ominous shadows of branches bending in the wind fill the room.
Mike brightens a lantern. She goes to the window and looks out,
her brow furrowing with concern.
LIGHTNING flashes. A broken branch smacks against the glass.
Mike jumps back, startled. She picks up Katie and holds her close,
sweetly humming to soothe the both of them.
EXT. SPRINGS CHATEAU HOTEL - NIGHT FOUR
The balloons tied to the railing blow about wildly.
Preston is positioned atop the main steps with Mr. Lodge.
Your investors are not coming, Preston. You'd best move things along.
Preston signals the band to stop. The restless crowd converges.
Thank you, everyone, for your patience. And welcome -- to the Grand
Opening of my Springs Chateau and Health Resort --
THUNDER cracks. The crowd looks agitated, wanting in. Preston's
The Reverend runs up, holding his hat down.
Perhaps we should move the ceremony inside...
Preston hesitates, but it STARTS TO POUR.
Perhaps we should move inside -- now.
Before Preston can respond, the crowd pushes past him and [scrambles
into the hotel.
+BY THE SIDE ENTRANCE
Grace, Robert E, and Anthony work in the downpour, unloading the
last platters of food from the wagon.
LIGHTNING flashes, followed by THUNDER. Robert E prods Anthony toward
the hotel, then turns back to Grace.
Leave it, Grace!
Grace ignores him, getting soaked, desperately gathering more trays.
Robert E pulls her away and throws a blanket over the remaining
Robert E and Grace dash through puddles to reach Anthony in the
+ANGLE - PRESTON
He stands still, despondent, jostled by the stream of people scurrying
inside. His opening ceremony is ruined.
MR. LODGE (O.S.)
Preston glances over at Mr. Lodge in the main doorway. He looks
at his son without compassion.
Are you just going to stand there?
Preston shakes his head slowly. Defeated. Getting drenched.
But Preston doesn't move. Mr. Lodge frowns and heads in.
Preston hears something rip. He looks up.
The colorful banner on the hotel droops -- it flaps for a moment,
then tears free completely and flies off, fluttering.
Stands, numb. It's such a cruel joke.
EXT. ANOTHER PART OF THE FOREST - NIGHT FOUR
Sully and Brian ride through the deluge. Wolf and the other horses
A jagged bough snaps off a tree and crashes in their path. The horses
stop and whinny.
THUNDER cracks. Brian pales, frightened now, too.
We've gotta wait it out. Take cover.
Brian nods and Sully looks around.
PAN back and forth, searching for protection amongst the bare trees.
And then -- he spots it. A small niche. A natural recess in the
hillside, covered with brush.
Sully rides closer, Brian follows, and they quickly climb off their
Sully clears away the branches and shrubs, then nudges Brian inside
They'll find cover.
Sully prods the horses and they run off into the trees. Sully moves...
+INSIDE THE ALCOVE
with Brian. Wolf clambers in, too. There's just enough overhang
to shield them. A tight fit.
Brian looks out at the storm, scared.
The rain is torrential. Broken branches fly past. Rocks tumble down
Alarmed, Brian looks to Sully, who arches over him protectively.
We'll be safe here.
Brian nods uncertainly. OFF Sully, looking out, stunned by the severity
of the weather.
INT. HOMESTEAD - NIGHT FOUR
Holding Katie, Mike listens to the tempest outside. She hears a
heavy door banging open and closed. Looks out.
The barn door is flapping, and FLASH and another HORSE have wandered
into the corral, scared and disoriented.
She stares out, agonizing, torn -- what to do? She can't bring Katie
outside, but she can't abandon the horses, either.
Mike decides. She tucks Katie safely in her cradle, then pulls her
shawl over her head.
She braces herself at the front door. Opens it -- cold wind and
rain blow in. Mike runs out into the storm...
EXT. HOMESTEAD - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT FOUR
Mike battles the wind, squinting, moving toward the corral. Leaves
and twigs whip around her.
Mike reaches the horses. She gets them into the barn. Struggles
to shut the door. Secures it with the plank.
Mike turns back to the house, slipping in the mud. She gets up.
LIGHTNING cracks. Something Mike sees in the briefly illuminated
sky astounds and frightens her, and for a moment, she just stands
there, incredulous, in awe...
LIGHTNING zaps again. The flash exposes a curling TORNADO in the
distance. Another bolt reveals the menacing funnel cloud snaking
Reacts and lurches toward the house. Running. Stumbling. Her shawl
flies off. She flings open the front door.
INT. HOMESTEAD - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT FOUR
Mike grabs Katie out of her cradle, but where to go... what to do?
Outside, the storm rages. Louder. More threatening.
Mike runs with Katie and ducks under the staircase, pressing back
as far as they can go...
The SOUND OF SHATTERING GLASS. Mike flinches and hugs Katie closer.
OFF Mike, in shock, listening to the wind roar into her home...
END OF ACT THREE
EXT. HOMESTEAD - DAY FIVE - MORNING
The storm is over. The sky has cleared.
Sully and Brian gallop up, followed by Wolf and the two tethered
horses. They pause at the edge of the property, stunned by the damage
The house is battered, but intact.
Debris litters the yard and roof, which is missing shingles. Windows
are broken. The shutters are askew. A branch has smashed through
the front window. Parts of the corral and the porch railing have
been knocked down.
Mike's shawl, dirty and torn, is snagged on the fence.
+BACK TO SULLY AND BRIAN
Reacting with alarm.
They ride quickly toward the house.
INT. HOMESTEAD - MOMENTS LATER - DAY FIVE
Sully opens the door and moves inside with Brian. The room is a
mess -- shards of glass, wet leaves, the dinner table in disarray.
This scares them even more.
Sully and Brian turn toward her voice as...
Mike comes downstairs, holding Katie -- they're both unharmed, though
Mike is clearly shaken.
Everyone stands still for a charged moment, then, feeling great
waves of relief, they rush for each other and embrace...
You alright? Katie?
We are now.
Mike holds Sully's arm, Brian's, choking back tears as she smiles
at them, soaking in their faces.
Matthew and Colleen?
Storm damage blocked their train.
We rode out to get 'em, Ma, but we had to stop 'n take cover.
Mike understands, then...
EXT. HOMESTEAD - MOMENTS LATER - DAY FIVE
The Reverend is breathless, worried, on top of his horse. Mike (with
Katie), Sully, and Brian come out onto the porch.
(nods, sees his anxiety)
We're fine, Reverend. What happened?
The town came through real good, and the clinic. But the hotel --
a tornado touched down nearby. People are hurt.
I'll get my bag.
EXT. TRAIL TO THE SPRINGS CHATEAU HOTEL - DAY FIVE
Mike and Sully drive their wagon over a path strewn with pieces
of wood. The Reverend rides alongside. Mike sees something ahead,
*A chair is snared in a tree.
+BACK TO MIKE
as she realizes how it got there. She glances at Sully. He has seen
the fixture, too. They brace themselves, fearing the worst.
(Note: The hotel should be revealed in the same way it was introduced
in Act One.)
The wagon rolls past a row of trees... and there it is...
+THE SPRINGS CHATEAU AND HEALTH RESORT
The roof is gone. A section of the facade has been ripped away.
The windows have all blown out. The latticework trim has been splintered.
Wood and glass is scattered everywhere. A jumble of furniture --
arm chairs, coffee tables, standing lamps -- has been dropped from
People stumble around or sit in the yard. Dazed. Disheveled. Some
are bleeding. Those with more serious injuries are stretched out.
There are a few dead bodies.
+MIKE AND SULLY
stare for a moment, astounded. Then:
I'll check inside the hotel. Make sure nobody's still trapped.
Mike nods and quickly climbs down. Taking her medical bag, she approaches
the injured, ready for the daunting work ahead.
Scanning around. She spots Andrew crouching beside a PATIENT --
he's bandaging him with quick, concentrated precision.
Glances up and notices Mike.
Thank God you're here.
Mike steps forward as Andrew fills her in, indicating all around
There are some broken bones. A few cases of shock. That man there,
multiple lacerations --
I'll see to him.
Mike gets to work.
+ANGLE ON PRESTON
He hurries past the wounded toward Mr. Lodge, who's heading down
the front steps, holding a bloody handkerchief to his head.
Father, I couldn't find you.
Some beams collapsed. I was helping some people out of the parlor.
Preston instinctively reaches toward his father's wound, to comfort
him, but Mr. Lodge stiffens and draws back.
Don't fuss over me. You should see to the others.
Preston awkwardly lowers his hand, stopped by his father's invisible
but ever-present boundaries.
EXT. TOWN - DAY FIVE
Dorothy walks down the alley between the clinic and the Gazette.
The street is littered with debris.
Dorothy sees something ahead and hesitates, jaw dropping.
The sign that normally hangs outside her office is on the ground,
reacts, anxious and astonished.
INT. GAZETTE - MOMENTS LATER - DAY FIVE
Dorothy hurries in and looks around, relieved. The windows are broken,
but her office is in one piece.
Dorothy turns -- they're very happy to see each other.
Oh Loren, you're alright. Your store?
Whole town got lucky.
Where ya been anyways?
The storm, Loren. Kept me out at the reservation.
I told you. My interview with Cloud Dancin'.
Ya spent the night there?
I got work to do.
Dorothy grabs a broom and starts sweeping. Loren watches her for
a moment, then, contrite, he takes her broom away to sweep for her.
They share a slight smile of old friends.
EXT. SPRINGS CHATEAU HOTEL - SIDE ENTRANCE - DAY FIVE
Grace, Robert E, and Anthony lift their overturned wagon. The remaining
boxes are crushed.
All your work, Ma...
That's just cookin'.
(sees, in the pile)
And that's your blueberry pie...
Anthony steps forward and rummages through the mess. Grace watches
him for a moment, then turns to Robert E. They share a tender, knowing
I'm sorry I got carried away, Robert E.
I just want a good life for us.
We already got a good life. Right here. Right now.
Grace nods and smiles, eyes misting. Robert E puts his arm around
her as they watch Anthony together.
Anthony looks back at them, having dipped into the pie -- his hand
and mouth are stained with blueberries.
Robert E and Grace laugh.
+IN FRONT OF THE HOTEL
Mike and Andrew tend to the last PATIENT together. Mike stitches
a cut near the man's eye; Andrew ties a splint to his leg. They
shift back, exhausted, finishing at the same time:
MIKE (said at same time)
ANDREW (said at same time)
The two doctors look at each other with faint smiles -- it's good
to be working together again.
(kindly, to the patient)
Your leg should heal very nicely, but you did hit your head -- you
need to stay here so Dr. Cook can monitor you for a possible compression.
No, you should go back with Dr. Quinn --
I heard your clinic wasn't damaged either, but I'm still waiting
for the rest of my supplies.
(nods, then to the patient...)
Perhaps it's best if you come with me. We'll get a wagon to take
you into town.
The patient nods. Mike stands with Andrew, looking at him.
In the meantime, please give me a list of the things that you need.
I'd be happy to share with you.
Thank you, Michaela.
Mike sees Sully watching them. She smiles to herself -- Sully was
right. She turns to Andrew.
You know that I'll miss working with you at the clinic, Andrew,
but we're still colleagues. And I hope that we'll continue to support
each other -- as physicians... and as friends.
Andrew smiles, moved -- this is exactly what he's been hoping to
hear. He nods.
I'd like that.
Mike looks pleased. At peace with their new relationship.
Preston listlessly follows his father as they survey the disaster
area. Mr. Lodge is curt, gruff, all-business.
You've only one course of action, Preston. Rebuild.
Their conversation catches the attention of Mike, Andrew, Sully
and the Reverend.
But you'll use stronger material this time. And I'll make the proper
inquiries -- one should only hire the finest craftsmen.
Mr. Lodge looks at Preston, impatient with his lethargic attitude.
You've had a setback, Preston, it's part of business.
Do you know how much adversity I've been dealt in my career? Misfortune
only made me stronger. I learned from it, then moved on. Ever forward.
That's the Lodge way.
Preston is devastated, in great distress -- which is all too apparent
to Mike, Sully, and the others, if not to his father.
EXT. TRAIN STATION - DAY SIX
Preston and Mr. Lodge cross the platform toward a waiting train.
They stop near the doorway and turn toward each other.
Well. You've got your work cut out for you now, Preston.
Fortunately, you're a capable young man.
This is the most praise and support that Mr. Lodge can muster. Preston
looks at his father, wanting desperately to connect, to be consoled
and encouraged in some more meaningful way.
Preston struggles to find the words, a way to bridge the distance
Mr. Lodge stares, knitting his brow, but Preston doesn't know how
to express his feelings -- he's just like his father.
Speak up, Preston.
Preston looks at him -- and gives up. He straightens his posture
and manages a self-assured smile.
I hope you have a safe journey home.
Mr. Lodge nods, a little puzzled. He sticks out his hand. Preston
shakes it. Firmly.
Preston watches his father climb aboard the train, raising his hand
in a wave... but Mr. Lodge never looks back.
Preston stands there, staring up at the empty doorway, terribly
alone. The train departs.
+ANGLE ON HORACE
Unnoticed, he watches from his office window. Horace has witnessed
everything -- Mr. Lodge's insensitivity; Preston's vulnerability
-- and this insight will bring forgiveness...
EXT. SPRINGS CHATEAU HOTEL - DAY SIX
Preston drives his carriage. His expression is pensive, dejected,
faraway. As he drives up, he is astonished by what he sees:
A CROWD of townsfolk is spread over his property, clearing the rubble.
Some are at the hotel, already making repairs. We see people hammering,
Climbs down, mystified.
+BACK TO SCENE - TRACKING WITH PRESTON
As he slowly weaves around the workers. He sees Dorothy, Loren,
the Reverend, Andrew, Robert E, Brian, Anthony... they glance at
him with compassion, then get back to work.
Preston walks on, speechless. He spots Sully sawing a new beam.
They, too, share a brief look, then Sully continues working.
Preston proceeds. Horace, carrying a toolbox, pauses in his path.
They make eye-contact. Shocked to see him there, Preston tries to
speak but, overcome, he can't find the words. Horace nods slightly
-- no words need be spoken.
Grace comes up to Preston.
She hands him a plate of food.
Got plenty more over by the porch. Folks've been comin' from all
over, droppin' off food.
Preston nods, choking back his emotions. Grace walks away, then
Preston sees Mike. She approaches him.
Someone in our town needs help.
(after a moment)
I'd like to think you'd do the same for any of us.
Preston hesitates. A few days earlier, his answer would have been
clear, but now...? He nods at Mike. She smiles.
They share a warm moment -- briefly, until Preston spots someone
hammering on his hotel. He can't help himself...
Careful with that molding, my friend. It's custom-made...
Mike watches Preston and smiles. No one can change too much overnight.
Sully steps up, holding Katie.
Mike turns to him. Brian is at his side.
Got two more helpers...
Mike follows his glance.
Matthew and COLLEEN. They stand there, smiling at her.
+BACK TO MIKE
as she takes them in, beaming with joyful surprise.
Matthew and Colleen move forward. Mike embraces them, her eyes brimming.
Told ya I'd bring her back, Ma. Just a little late is all.
Sorry we missed Thanksgiving.
Mike looks at Colleen, then glances around at... Matthew and Brian...
Sully with Katie... and beyond them at... the people pitching in
at the hotel... and others donating and sharing food at a large
You didn't miss it, Colleen...
You're just in time.
Colleen nods. We PULL BACK on Mike and her family, surrounded by
the busy townsfolk and slowly...