TEASER
FADE IN:
EXT. TELEGRAPH OFFICE - DAY ONE - MARCH 1872 1
PRESTON waits impatiently at the window while a muddled HORACE rummages absently through an untidy mess of papers --
HORACE
I know it's here -- somewhere.
PRESTON
(exasperated)
How long has it been here?
Horace locates the missing telegram and Preston snatches it, examines the date, and answers his own question:
PRESTON
This came in two days ago. Why didn't you tell me?
HORACE
I been busy.
PRESTON
(reads, shocked)
He's coming today.
Horace gives a helpless shrug. Irritated, Preston hurries away toward town.
INT. GAZETTE - DAY ONE 2
BRIAN is struggling with the press, trying to put out an edition of the paper when Preston bursts in, waving his telegram.
PRESTON
Dorothy, I need you to -- ah, Brian. Where's Dorothy?
BRIAN
In Chicago, at that meetin' of western publishers.
PRESTON
What's she doing there?
BRIAN
You told her to go. Find out how to expand the Gazette.
Preston groans. This day is turning into a disaster.
(CONTINUED)
2.
CONTINUED: 2
PRESTON
(dubious)
I need a notice printed -- right away. A public invitation to a poetry reading.
BRIAN
(excited)
A poetry readin'?
PRESTON
America's most famous poet -- Mr. Walt Whitman -- is coming to my hotel.
BRIAN
(excited)
Walt Whitman's comin' here?
PRESTON
(nodding)
He's recovering from a stroke and he's chosen my resort to restore him to health.
EXT. GENERAL STORE - DAY ONE 3
MATTHEW stands talking with LOREN and the REVEREND.
LOREN
A stroke? Is he paralyzed?
MATTHEW
I dunno. Preston offered him a rest cure in exchange for him givin' a poetry readin'.
REVEREND
Wish he hadn't done that.
MATTHEW
Why's that?
REVEREND
I heard he advocates free love.
Loren's eyebrows shoot up. Matthew looks uncomfortable.
LOREN
It's a load of rubbish.
MATTHEW
You ever read his poems, Loren?
Loren quickly shakes his head, no.
(CONTINUED)
3.
CONTINUED: 3
REVEREND
I s'pose the man's free to write what he wants, but why does he have to go readin' it in public?
EXT. GRACE'S CAFE - DAY ONE 4
GRACE pours coffee. MIKE and SULLY react to Brian's news:
MIKE
(delighted)
A public reading? Why, that's wonderful. The whole town will get to hear him speak his own words.
BRIAN
(to Grace)
Mr. Whitman is Sully's favorite writer.
MIKE
He's more than a writer, Brian, he's a famous poet.
SULLY
And he started out workin' on a newspaper when he was your age.
BRIAN
(wide-eyed)
Really?
Mike and Sully exchange a smile over Brian's enthusiasm.
GRACE
Maybe he'll give you some pointers.
BRIAN
Ya think so? A famous man like him?
INT. BARBERSHOP - DAY ONE 5
JAKE lathers Preston's face. HANK watches.
JAKE
Sure he's famous -- 'cuz a all those racy poems he wrote.
PRESTON
Racy? Just another word for artistic -- a true genius, Jake.
(CONTINUED)
4.
CONTINUED: 5
Jake and Hank exchange an 'oh-brother' look.
HANK
(sarcastic)
An' he's comin' to your hotel?
PRESTON
Yes, which reminds me --
(pulling out watch)
-- can you hurry it along? He's arriving on the four o'clock train.
A TRAIN WHISTLE, OVER, takes us to --
EXT. TRAIN (SLOWLY MOVING) - DAY ONE 6
WALT WHITMAN, 55, a tall burly man in full white beard, open collar and rough homespun suit, stands on the platform of the train as it pulls in. He leans heavily on his cane.
ANOTHER ANGLE - STATION PLATFORM
A small crowd of curious townsfolk - among them Mike, Sully, Brian, Preston, Horace, Grace - crane necks to catch sight of the world-famous man. ANDREW hurries up, distressed, lays a hand on Preston's shoulder.
ANDREW
Preston, I must talk to you before he...
"... Arrives" is drowned out by SQUEALING BRAKES of the train.
PRESTON
(pulls away, excited)
Not now, Andrew.
With a BURST OF STEAM, the train lurches to a stop. Whitman peers out at the assembled townsfolk from under a battered felt hat. There is a burst of polite applause.
An expectant hush falls over the crowd. Brian has his reporter's pad ready, pencil poised to record the first words from the lips of America's poet.
WALT WHITMAN
Howdy.
Preston leaps forward, extending his hand up the steps.
PRESTON
Preston A. Lodge the Third, at your service, sir. Allow me to assist you.
(CONTINUED)
5.
CONTINUED: 6
WHITMAN
Why, thank you, Preston A. Lodge the Third. My gracious patron.
Leaning on Preston, Whitman precariously descends to the platform... where he pauses to feast his eyes on the town, filling his lungs with air.
WHITMAN
Ah, the fragrance of wilderness!
PRESTON
Sir, may I introduce the Harvard-educated physician who will supervise your treatment...
(pulls Andrew forward)
... Dr. Andrew Cook.
Whitman extends his hand.
WHITMAN
Pleased to meet you.
Andrew hesitates, strangely ill at ease. His hand inches forward toward Whitman's -- but instead changes course and reaches abruptly toward Mike --
ANDREW
Actually, Dr. Quinn here...
(grasping her arm)
... is far more experienced than I to see to your care.
Preston's head snaps around in disbelief. Mike stares at Andrew, stunned. Whitman, confused, looks from one to the other, his hand dangling in mid-air.
Quickly recovering, Mike rescues the moment by graciously taking his outstretched hand.
MIKE
I'm honored to meet you, Mr. Whitman.
PRESTON
Sir, I assure you...
WHITMAN
(ignoring Preston)
A lady doctor? Ah, the unexpected bounty of the frontier.
Mike takes over introductions, while Preston, seeing his plans disintegrate before his eyes, glares daggers at Andrew.
(CONTINUED)
6.
CONTINUED: (2) 6
MIKE
This is my husband Byron Sully...
SULLY
Pleasure. I've admired your writin' for a long time.
MIKE
... and my son Bri--
PRESTON
(interrupting)
A small misunderstanding, sir. I can straighten this out in no time.
WHITMAN
There's nothing to straighten out. I'm perfectly delighted with the arrangements.
SULLY
Must be tired after your trip.
PRESTON
(hastily)
Yes, yes of course, the carriage is right here.
Sully slips a firm hand under Whitman's elbow to help him toward the carriage. Brian follows with Whitman's valise. The crowd drifts away.
Preston lingers, waiting until they're out of earshot to turn on Andrew.
PRESTON
Have you lost your mind?
ANDREW
(stammering)
I - I'm sorry, I cannot treat this man.
MIKE
(astonished)
Because of his poetry?
He glances at her, painfully embarrassed and upset.
ANDREW
Please, don't ask me to explain.
(CONTINUED)
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CONTINUED: (3) 6
MIKE
(appealing to him)
As physicians, we have a duty to put aside personal feelings.
ANDREW
I beg you, Michaela, trust me.
PRESTON
Do you work for her or for me?
Andrew leans close, speaks into Preston's ear --
ANDREW
You will thank me for this.
He strides away. Mike and Preston exchange a look of utter bewilderment as we:
FADE OUT.
END TEASER
8.
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
INT. CLINIC - DAY TWO 7
Whitman sits on the examination table, his left sleeve rolled up. Mike gently pokes and touches his useless hand and arm with a needle, testing for nerve response. He watches her with keen interest, admiring her confident professionalism.
WHITMAN
Ah, doctors. I love them --
(beat)
-- and I hate their medicine.
Mike looks up, taken aback. Sees he's gently teasing her.
WHITMAN
I was a volunteer nurse myself, in the War.
MIKE
Oh, I see.
(re: needle)
You don't feel this?
(at his head-shake)
How long has it been like this?
WHITMAN
(wistful sigh)
Long enough to know it isn't going to get better.
She reacts to his noticeable change in mood, surprised.
MIKE
Perhaps it's only temporary. I've seen cases of delayed recovery.
He turns his full honest gaze on her as if to say, Come on, doctor, don't try to fool me. She quiets.
WHITMAN
Like you, Doctor, I've looked Death in the face. So many young men. So much waste.
(a beat)
We're old friends, Death and I.
MIKE
'Friends'? As a doctor, I've always viewed death as the enemy.
He looks at her gravely. Then, a slight twinkle:
(CONTINUED)
9.
CONTINUED: 7
WHITMAN
Oh well, guess there's no use dying now, with a whole week of free room and board.
Mike smiles, putting down the needle and reaching for a jar.
MIKE
I've been reading about experimental treatments for damaged nerves, using electric current.
WHITMAN
Oh, I tried that, tried it all. Shock therapy, hydropathy, phrenology --
(sniffing)
-- what is that?
Mike holds out the jar she has just opened.
MIKE
Hot pepper ointment.
WHITMAN
(smiling)
That I have not tried.
She smiles back, starts to massage it into his hand and arm.
MIKE
It's to warm and stimulate the affected parts of the body.
He watches her with an open, steady gaze, liking her, taken with her determination. She feels his eyes upon her.
She senses something -- can't put her finger on it -- a quiet melancholy behind the gentle smile.
MIKE
(appealing to him)
A positive attitude is important to recovery. You celebrate life with such eloquence in your work.
Whitman looks at her, curious and intrigued.
MIKE
'I sing the body electric' - ?
WHITMAN
(pleased)
You know my work?
(CONTINUED)
10.
CONTINUED: (2) 7
She turns to wash her hands with a self-conscious smile.
MIKE
Oh, yes. And now that I'm a married woman, I can appreciate it more fully.
He laughs delightedly. She puts her stethoscope to his chest, listens to his heart.
WHITMAN
Never married, myself.
(quiets; wistful)
I've known love, though, yes indeed. I've known love.
He rolls his sleeve down over his limp arm, as Mike lowers her stethoscope.
MIKE
Your heart is strong and you appear to be very much alive.
(hands him ointment)
Apply this twice a day, and come back tomorrow. I'd like very much to help you.
Whitman is unconvinced, but he's charmed by her determination.
WHITMAN
I can think of no one I'd rather be cured by.
He takes his coat. She hands him his cane. He takes a step toward the door, then turns, again tips his hat.
WHITMAN
Well, so long...
He smiles wistfully... and exits. OFF Mike, concerned --
EXT. STREET OUTSIDE CLINIC - DAY TWO 8
With a smug grin, Preston drives Whitman away in his carriage -- to REVEAL a slightly awe-struck Grace, watching from in front of the General Store (with shopping basket).
She spots Mike coming from the clinic, hurries across --
GRACE
Dr. Mike -- !
(catching up to her)
Well? What's he like?
(CONTINUED)
11.
CONTINUED: 8
MIKE
Mr. Whitman? Oh, he's very charming. There's a gentleness about him, a sweet sensitive nature...
She stops, frowns slightly. Grace sees she's troubled.
GRACE
What is it, Dr. Mike?
MIKE
I don't know. He seems sad.
GRACE
Well, it must be discouragin', a big strong man like that, suddenly findin' himself crippled.
As they move in the direction of the Cafe --
MIKE
I have a feeling there's more to it. He's resigned. I don't believe he expects to be cured.
A beat as Mike mulls it over.
MIKE
It's a shame he has no one to support him through this difficult time.
GRACE
Could be he's just plain lonesome.
MIKE
A little companionship might help.
Brian runs in (from direction of school).
BRIAN
Ready, Ma? You said we could go to the library.
Mike smiles at Grace, moves off with Brian.
EXT. LIBRARY - DAY TWO 9
Loren stands in the doorway, his nose in a book, a shocked expression on his face. Mike and Brian approach.
(CONTINUED)
11A.
CONTINUED: 9
BRIAN
Hey, Mr. Bray.
Loren looks up, startled. He tries to hide the book...
(CONTINUED)
12.
CONTINUED: (2) 9
MIKE
Why, Loren -- you're reading LEAVES OF GRASS?
LOREN
(scandalized)
You call this poetry?
BRIAN
Isn't that by Mr. Whitman?
LOREN
(to Mike)
You ain't gonna let him read this stuff, are ya?
Mike looks uncertainly from Loren to Brian -- and back.
MIKE
Well, yes. Not all of Mr. Whitman's work is so --
(searching for the word)
-- so, unfettered.
Brian and Loren exchange a baffled look.
BRIAN
What's unfettered?
MIKE
It means free. Liberated.
LOREN
It means disgustin', is what it means!
He thrusts the book into her hands and walks off. Brian watches him go, puzzled. Mike tries to explain.
MIKE
Mr. Whitman's poems ask us to look at certain things in a new way.
BRIAN
What's wrong with that?
MIKE
(with a sigh)
Nothing. It's just, sometimes people are afraid of new ideas.
(opening door)
I'm sure we can find some poems that are suitable.
13.
EXT. SMALL CLEARING IN WOODS - DAY TWO 10
Mike gathers wild mushrooms in a basket, as Brian follows nearby, his nose in his book.
BRIAN
I like this part --
(reading)
"Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road...
+ANOTHER ANGLE - NEARBY IN WOODS 11
Sully rides his horse along the path, coming from work, as Brian's voice continues, OVER:
[BRIAN
(reading)
"Healthy, free, the world before me, the long brown path before me leading wherever I choose..."]
+IN CLEARING 12
Sully slows his horse as he catches sight of Mike and Brian. She looks up. Their eyes meet. Brian reads on, oblivious.
[BRIAN
"Now I see the secret of the making of the best person; -- It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth."
(beat)]
"Camerado, I give you my hand! I give you myself more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching and law.
Sully dismounts, goes to her. They look deeply into each other's eyes:
[BRIAN
(still reading)
"Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me? Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?"]
A sweet moment, as he bends to plant a tender kiss on her lips.
SULLY
(whispers to her)
His poems say what I feel in my heart.
MIKE
(lost in his eyes)
If only people could see that's nothing to be afraid of.
14.
EXT. SPRINGS CHATEAU - ESTABLISHING SHOT - DAY TWO 12A
INT. SPRINGS CHATEAU - HALLWAY/ALCOVE - DAY TWO 13
Preston gestures expansively toward a blank wall, describing his plan to his clerk, GORMLEY.
PRESTON
Whitman's will be the first portrait. One day this entire wall will be a gallery of our famous visitors.
Catching sight of Andrew scurrying down the hall en route to the clinic...
PRESTON
(tight smile)
Andrew! A word with you.
ANDREW
Please excuse me, Preston, I have patients waiting.
PRESTON
And I am not in business to provide patients for Michaela Quinn. You owe me an explanation.
Andrew sees there is no escape, draws Preston aside.
ANDREW
(earnestly)
I should think again about placing Whitman's photograph on your wall - or in any way associating the reputation of this establishment with him.
PRESTON
But why? What are you talking about??
ANDREW
(discreetly)
I'd rather not repeat gossip, but...
He looks around, notices Gormley lurking nearby. Gormley, caught eavesdropping, suddenly remembers:
GORMLEY
Ah -- photographer is ready, sir.
Andrew shrugs helplessly, moves away.
15.
EXT. SPRINGS CHATEAU - DAY TWO 14
Preston and Whitman (with cane) pose solemnly for the camera. Preston impulsively throws his arm around Walt's shoulders just before the photographer squeezes the bulb.
PRESTON
(nodding to Whitman)
Thank you, sir.
Brian rides up, as Whitman hobbles stiffly away.
BRIAN
(calling)
Mr. Whitman - ! I was wonderin' if you'd let me do an interview.
WHITMAN
(turning)
An interview - ?
Brian slides off his horse, extends his hand.
BRIAN
I'm Brian Cooper. I'm a reporter for the town paper, The Gazette.
WHITMAN
(shaking hands)
No perfume like printers' ink to the nose of a young writer, eh Mr. Cooper?
BRIAN
(absorbs it; smiles)
No sir!
WHITMAN
Unfortunately, I was just on my way out. I am in need of taking some cool, clear air in this magnificent wilderness of yours.
He observes Brian's attempt to mask his disappointment.
BRIAN
Sure. Maybe another time.
WHITMAN
(gruff twinkle)
Or, perhaps you'd like to walk with me. Just to make sure I don't get lost.
OFF Brian's delighted grin...
16.
EXT. WOODS NEAR CHATEAU - DAY TWO 15
Brian and Whitman walk along a path. A thrush SINGS loudly nearby. Whitman stops, pulls a pencil and a battered notebook from his pocket, scribbles something in it.
BRIAN
Whatcha writin'?
WHITMAN
My journal. It goes with me wherever I go. Whatever comes into my head I write down.
BRIAN
That how ya got to be a writer?
WHITMAN
(nodding)
You ought to keep one.
Brian takes out his reporter's notebook where he's jotted down a few questions.
BRIAN
Mr. Whitman - ?
WHITMAN
You can call me Walt.
BRIAN
(truly honored)
Walt -- how'd ya learn to write poems?
Whitman looks keenly at Brian, then gazes up at a lofty pine.
WHITMAN
Ever wonder what it's like to be that tall?
Brian looks up at the tree.
WHITMAN
To have roots for toes digging deep into the soil? To bend in the wind, feel the sap running up and down through your veins? To have nests --
He steals a glance at Brian to see if he's getting it --
BRIAN
(a bit tentative)
In your hair - ?
(CONTINUED)
17.
CONTINUED: 15
WHITMAN
Exactly. It's the only way I know to be a poet. To smell and hear and see and feel as the tree does, until I lose track of myself and become the tree. And the tree becomes part of me.
BRIAN
(in awe)
It does?
Brian looks intently at the tree.
WHITMAN
"There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he looked upon and received with wonder or pity or love or dread, that object he became..."
+CLOSE ON BRIAN 16
Absorbing this.
EXT. LIVERY - DAY THREE 17
Preston stops to admire a newly-posted handbill announcing the poetry reading at the Chateau. Andrew comes up behind.
ANDREW
What is this?
PRESTON
Opportunity! Something you must learn to seize.
ANDREW
Preston --
He looks around, sees no one nearby, draws Preston into the darkness of the livery. Thinking they are alone --
ANDREW
My roommate at Harvard had a cousin who spent a good deal of time in Whitman's company.
(lowers his voice)
He told me...
+ANOTHER ANGLE - INSIDE LIVERY 18
ROBERT E at his workbench, turns his head to hear better...
18.
+RESUME ANDREW AND PRESTON 19
ANDREW
... that Whitman is - peculiar.
PRESTON
Peculiar...?
ANDREW
A deviant.
PRESTON
(still doesn't get it)
A deviant?
ANDREW
He prefers the company of men, if you understand my meaning.
+ON ROBERT E -- 20
shock and horror on his face.
+RESUME - PRESTON 21
His jaw dropping in stunned silence.
ANDREW
I only told you because...
PRESTON
Yes, yes, of course, not a word to anyone.
Andrew moves off while Preston absorbs this.
EXT. GOLD NUGGET - DAY THREE 22
Hank and several rowdies snicker broadly as Jake reads a line of Whitman's poetry (from a magazine):
JAKE
"I am for those who believe in loose delights, I share the midnight orgies of young men, I dance with the dancers and drink with the drinkers..."
During this, Preston passes by.
HANK
(eyes Preston)
Shoulda booked his act here. Our customers would know how to 'preciate this stuff.
(CONTINUED)
19.
CONTINUED: 22
JAKE
Can't wait to see Dr. Mike's face when he reads that poem.
LAUGHTER from the assembled customers, as...
+ANGLE ON CLINIC - OPPOSITE 23
... Whitman comes out of the clinic. He nods amiably to the jocular group, unaware he is the source of their merriment.
PRESTON
(heads his way)
Ah, Mr. Whitman! I've been looking for you.
WHITMAN
Your kind attention flatters me.
PRESTON
(false smile)
Quite the opposite -- I'm afraid I've been terribly remiss. I had no idea the extent of your infirmity...
Mike comes through the door of the clinic in time to catch the last few words...
PRESTON (CONT.)
... and I see now that a public reading would be altogether too taxing for you.
WHITMAN
It's no trouble, no trouble at all.
PRESTON
No, no, I cannot allow you to run the risk of another stroke.
Andrew watches from the edges of the crowd.
MIKE
(suspicious)
It seems to me it's for Mr. Whitman to decide if he feels well enough.
Whitman, who's heard every excuse, sees right through him.
WHITMAN
Perhaps there's another reason, Mr. Lodge?
(CONTINUED)
20.
CONTINUED: 23
PRESTON
Of course not. I'll arrange for a private car on tomorrow's train to take you to Dr. Tuchman's Institute in Omaha.
Mike fumes that Preston is so spineless. But Whitman stands his ground:
WHITMAN
(charming)
Oh, but I find your resort quite adequate. You were gracious enough to offer me a full week's board and lodging, and I think I'll stick to the bargain.
Preston hadn't counted on this. He's stuck -- but recovers:
PRESTON
(smooth smile)
If you insist. But the poetry reading...
WHITMAN
(jumping in)
... will be cancelled. I understand you perfectly.
(tips his hat)
Good day, Preston A. Lodge the Third.
Whitman walks off. Preston is face to face with Mike.
MIKE
(gently chiding)
What happened? You've given in to pressure, haven't you?
PRESTON
I do not give in to pressure.
Preston rips down a handbill posted nearby. He looks to Andrew, who nods discreetly --
PRESTON
I have my reasons.
Jake, who's observed all, can't resist a dig.
JAKE
Whatsamatter, Preston? Lose your taste for poetry?
(CONTINUED)
21.
CONTINUED: (2) 23
MIKE
I suppose I should have known better than to think you would ultimately take a stand.
PRESTON
(condescending smile)
Considering you're such a Whitman admirer, I'll leave that to you. Perhaps one day you'll come to see the wisdom of my decision.
Preston strides off down the street, tearing down handbills as he goes.
JAKE
Well, Dr. Mike -- what are ya gonna do?
Mike looks after the retreating form of Preston, then looks to Andrew -- who looks away, uncomfortable.
MIKE
I don't know, Jake. But there will be a poetry reading, I can promise you that.
OFF Mike's look of resolve and determination, we:
FADE OUT.
END ACT ONE
22.
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
EXT. MEADOW - DAY THREE 24
Mike walks across the meadow toward the church.
EXT. CHURCH - CONTINUOUS 25
Strains of PIANO HYMN MUSIC ("Just As I Am"). Mike pushes open the door...
INT. CHURCH - CONTINUOUS 26
... to find the Reverend at the piano, playing confidently (he's been practicing since "Farewell Appearance"). He stops.
REVEREND
Yes - ?
MIKE
It's Michaela, Reverend.
REVEREND
(smiling)
What can I do for you?
MIKE
I'm here to ask a favor. I know we've both had reservations in the past about Mr. Whitman, and I know this is asking a lot...
(a deep breath)
... but I hope you will consider it with an open mind.
REVEREND
(nervously)
Consider what?
MIKE
I've come to ask if we may have the poetry reading here.
The Reverend's face tightens into a troubled frown.
REVEREND
This is the house of the Lord.
MIKE
It's also a public gathering place.
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
23.
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MIKE (CONT'D)
It would be a shame if people didn't have a chance to hear a great writer speak his own words.
Silence from the Reverend. He doesn't want to turn down Mike, but how can he say yes to this? She lays her hand lightly on his arm.
MIKE
Mr. Whitman is a lonely man going through a difficult time. He needs our help, Reverend.
REVEREND
(weakening)
When do you have to know?
MIKE
I'm afraid we only have a few days.
He knits his brow, breathes a silent prayer. Reluctantly --
REVEREND
I will probably regret this...
OFF Mike's grateful smile...
INT. SPRINGS CHATEAU HALLWAY/ALCOVE - DAY THREE 27
Preston strides through the hallway with Gormley at his heels. He spots the photograph of Whitman (with Preston's arm around him) on the wall.
PRESTON
What is that doing there?
GORMLEY
I put it where you instructed...
PRESTON
(cutting him off)
Take it down.
GORMLEY
Sir - ?
PRESTON
Get rid of it. Right now.
Preston steels himself at the sight of Mike coming in the door.
PRESTON
Michaela - ?
(CONTINUED)
24.
CONTINUED: 27
MIKE
I've come to see Mr. Whitman.
PRESTON
(annoyed)
He's in the springs.
EXT. HOT SPRINGS/SPA - SAME TIME - DAY THREE 28
Whitman sits alone, soaking in the steaming water, reading a letter written on flowery stationery. His journal lies nearby. Mike approaches, cheerful about her good news:
MIKE
The Reverend has agreed to let us have the poetry reading at the church.
WHITMAN
(a quizzical look)
The church -- ?
MIKE
(laughs)
We aren't all like Mr. Lodge. The Reverend is fairly broad-minded.
WHITMAN
You've been very kind.
He slips the letter back inside the envelope, ponders it.
MIKE
Bad news?
WHITMAN
A proposal of marriage from a lady I've never met.
(a weary sigh)
It's my own fault. All those poems of yearning for a 'soul mate' get me into trouble.
MIKE
Perhaps you should reply.
WHITMAN
(with a twinkle)
The truth is, I already have a soul mate.
(CONTINUED)
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MIKE
(pleased)
You never mentioned it.
(when he doesn't reply)
Where is she?
WHITMAN
(a beat)
I left my beloved in Washington.
MIKE
I know when Sully's away I feel very lonely.
Whitman sighs deeply, again: she's touched a nerve.
MIKE
Why not send for her?
Whitman gives her a penetrating look, weighing her suggestion and wondering how she would respond if he took her advice.
EXT. LIVERY - NIGHT THREE 29
Grace has brought supper to Robert E, who's working late. They are in the midst of a heated discussion.
ROBERT E
It ain't natural, Grace. It's evil.
GRACE
Well, all I know is, when I was a girl growin' up in N'Orleans, there was all kinda folks. We jest minded our own business.
ROBERT E
'Folks' - like him?
GRACE
(shrugs)
Plenty of families had their bachelor uncles or aunties.
ROBERT E
(taken aback)
You're the one always quotin' the Bible. You gonna tell me the Bible says that's all right?
GRACE
Bible says, 'Judge not, that ye be not judged.'
(CONTINUED)
26.
CONTINUED: 29
OFF Robert E, on the horns of a dilemma, confused by Grace's unexpected tolerance --
EXT. HOMESTEAD - DAY FOUR 30
Sully is splitting firewood. He looks up to see the Reverend's buggy approaching, driven by Robert E. He goes to meet them.
SULLY
Mornin', Reverend. Robert E. Anything wrong?
REVEREND
Good morning, Sully. I'd like a word with Michaela, please.
Mike appears at the door.
MIKE
Reverend - ?
REVEREND
I'm sorry, Michaela, I've come to say I've changed my mind. The poetry readin' can't be at the church after all.
MIKE
But you agreed. I've already told Mr. Whitman.
SULLY
What made ya change your mind?
The Reverend faces grimly ahead.
REVEREND
(stiffly)
There's no point to further discussion.
Mike looks from him to Robert E, who turns away from her look. Sully notices.
SULLY
Robert E?
ROBERT E
The sooner Whitman leaves our town, the better.
At a gesture from the Reverend, the buggy lurches forward.
REVEREND
Good day, Dr. Mike. Sully.
(CONTINUED)
27.
CONTINUED: 30
They drive off. Mike turns to Sully in dismay.
MIKE
Why won't they give him a chance? If they could only open their minds they'd see his poetry is all about love.
SULLY
Maybe that's what's botherin' 'em.
He goes back to chopping wood.
MIKE
Where else can we have the reading? We have to find a place large enough to fit everyone inside.
SULLY
Why inside? How 'bout the meadow? Y'know how Mr. Whitman loves bein' outdoors.
Mike considers it a moment, her eyes lighting up.
MIKE
What a wonderful idea. It's perfect.
EXT. TRAIL THROUGH WOODS - DAY FOUR 31
Mike rides Flash along the trail, musing over the morning's events. Something catches her attention. She reins the horse, stops, listening. A FAINT WAILING sound.
She turns her horse off the main trail, following a track toward the sound. As she draws closer, it becomes more distinct as Whitman's voice, SINGING (tune: "Down in the Valley"):
WHITMAN
(singing)
Writing this letter containing three lines...
Mike stops, dismounts. She cautiously makes her way through foliage as the SINGING grows LOUDER...
WHITMAN (V.O.)
(singing)
Answer my question, Will you be mine?...
(CONTINUED)
28.
CONTINUED: 31
She pushes aside a branch to stop in astonishment as she sees:
+SMALL CLEARING, NEAR CREEK - MIKE'S POV 31A
Whitman sits on a rock, partially concealed by foliage, stark naked but for his hat. His clothes flutter from a nearby branch. He vigorously rasps his bare chest, sides, and arm with a stiff-bristled brush, turning his skin pink, as he continues singing:
WHITMAN
(singing)
Will you be mine, dear, Will you be mine?...
MIKE
(surprised)
Mr. Whitman - ?
He stops singing, looks up, seeing her.
WHITMAN
Come no closer, dear lady. I wasn't expecting company.
+ANGLE - MIKE 32
Her eyes go to the fluttering clothing.
MIKE
(hesitates)
Are you sure you're all right?
WHITMAN
(unperturbed)
I'm not half-cracked, if that's what you mean. You have stumbled by accident upon my daily rejuvenation routine.
MIKE
(amused)
Then I won't disturb you.
WHITMAN
No, no - wait, please.
He reaches out his cane and retrieves his trousers from the branch, and begins pulling them on.
WHITMAN
Sweet, sane, still Nakedness in Nature! -
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
29.
CONTINUED: 32
WHITMAN (CONT'D)
ah, if poor, sick humanity in cities might really know it once more.
He yanks the suspenders up over his bare chest and hobbles toward her, a comical sight in hat and bare feet.
WHITMAN
There come moods when these clothes of ours are too irksome to wear.
MIKE
Your mood seems rather improved.
WHITMAN
I thought over what you said -- about feeling lonely? I've sent for my soul-mate.
MIKE
That's wonderful!
WHITMAN
(not so sure)
Perhaps I should...
MIKE
(swept away)
No wonder your spirits have lifted so. I am pleased.
They share a warm smile.
OMIT (33) 33
EXT. TELEGRAPH OFFICE - DAY FOUR 34
A saloon girl at the window waits for a letter. Next to a handbill posted on the wall, two MEN pass the time of day.
MAN
Know what I heard about that Whitman feller over at the livery?
+HORACE AND SALOON GIRL 35
Turning curious eyes and ears toward the men.
29A.
EXT. SALOON - DAY FOUR 36
Saloon girls giggle around Hank as the tale spreads. Hank looks over at the clinic, a grin spreading over his face.
HANK
No kiddin' - !
30.
INT. BARBERSHOP - DAY FIVE 37
A scandalized look in Horace's eye, as Jake lathers his face.
JAKE
You sure 'bout that?
HORACE
Heard it with my own ears.
EXT. GENERAL STORE - DAY FOUR 38
Two women pick over potatoes, tongues wagging.
+ANGLE ON LOREN 39
Just inside the door, eavesdropping.
WOMAN
That's right. I heard it from Miz Bailey whose brother was by the station pickin' up feed...
EXT. GRACE'S CAFE - DAY FOUR 40
Mike enters carrying her newly printed notice, finds Grace chopping vegetables.
MIKE
Oh, Grace. I have the new notice for you to post.
She holds up the notice for Grace to see.
+CLOSE ON NOTICE 41
"POETRY READING ON THE MEADOW, SATURDAY AFTERNOON, THREE O'CLOCK"
+ANGLE ON GRACE 42
Smiling at Mike, in admiration.
GRACE
Good for you, Dr. Mike, for stickin' by him. Never mind the whole town talkin' gossip.
MIKE
What gossip?
(CONTINUED)
31.
CONTINUED: 42
GRACE
About Mr. Whitman.
MIKE
What about him?
GRACE
Don't you know?
Grace leans in and whispers into Mike's ear. Mike's expression changes to one of shock and chagrin. She stares at Grace, incredulous, as we:
FADE OUT.
END ACT TWO
32.
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
EXT. HOMESTEAD PORCH - LATE AFTERNOON - DAY FOUR 43
Mike is beating rugs with a vengeance. Sully rides up, home from work. He dismounts. Mike comes down to meet him.
SULLY
What's wrong?
MIKE
The whole town is talking about Mr. Whitman. It seems...
SULLY
I heard.
She looks at him, surprised. Is that all he has to say?
MIKE
Well, what do you think?
SULLY
Don't matter what I think. It's just talk.
He leads the horse toward the barn. Mike follows him.
+OUTSIDE BARN 44
Sully begins brushing down his horse.
MIKE
How do we know it isn't true?
SULLY
Thought you were the one sayin' folks should keep an open mind.
MIKE
This is different. We don't know anything about him -- as a person.
They are interrupted as Brian rides up on his horse. He dismounts, clutching his book. He looks upset.
BRIAN
(glum)
Hey, Ma. Hey, Sully.
(CONTINUED)
33.
CONTINUED: 44
MIKE
Is something the matter?
BRIAN
Anthony called Mr. Whitman a sinner.
Mike and Sully trade a look -- how much has Brian heard? (During following, Sully helps Brian unsaddle his horse.)
BRIAN
It ain't true. He's really nice, the way he explains stuff ya never even thought about before.
MIKE
You spoke with Mr. Whitman? You didn't mention it.
BRIAN
I talked to him for an article I'm writin' for the Gazette.
A little flutter of anxiety stirs in Mike.
MIKE
So it was an interview.
BRIAN
Yeah. We took a walk in the woods.
(brightens)
Walt called it a 'ramble'.
MIKE
'Walt'?
BRIAN
That's what he said to call him.
MIKE
Just the two of you?
BRIAN
Yeah.
MIKE
Alone?
BRIAN
Uh-huh.
Mike steals a quick look at Sully -- who shoots a warning look back: relax, will ya?
(CONTINUED)
34.
CONTINUED: (2) 44
BRIAN
He's helpin' me see things the way a poet does.
Each question leads to ten more. Brian picks up his book, starts for the house.
BRIAN
I got some readin' to do.
He starts away. Mike tries to keep her voice casual:
MIKE
Sweetheart, I know Mr. Whitman is a very interesting man -- but if you plan to interview him again, perhaps it would be more professional to do it in town.
BRIAN
(shrugs)
Sure.
Mike waits until Brian is out of earshot.
MIKE
Sully, what if it is true?
Sully considers this a moment. Remembers --
SULLY
? The Cheyenne believe some folks
? are just natur'ly that way.
? 'Heh-emma-neh,' they call 'em.
? They're respected members of the
? tribe, just like everybody else.
Mike struggles to absorb this. She looks toward the house, her thoughts on Brian.
SULLY
(reading her)
Look, if you're worried 'bout Brian...
MIKE
(in turmoil)
Well I... I don't know what to think. I mean, Mr. Whitman was there in the clinic, right in front of me. And I didn't see it.
SULLY
'Cause there was nothin' to see.
(CONTINUED)
35.
CONTINUED: (3) 44
MIKE
(isn't so sure)
Sully, if it is true and I didn't see it, what else did I miss?
Sully gives her a steady look. He clearly does not share her anxiety, but gives her room to work it out for herself.
INT. CLINIC - DAY FIVE 45
Mike is at her desk, reading. There's a KNOCK at the door. She crosses and opens it to find Whitman standing there.
MIKE
(reserved)
Mr. Whitman.
She searches his face for clues. An awkward beat. He observes the change in her.
WHITMAN
I'm here for my appointment.
MIKE
(stepping aside)
Yes, of course, come in.
He enters. She regains her professional demeanor, but the strain is palpable.
MIKE
How are you today?
WHITMAN
(faint ironic smile)
The same as always.
(penetrating)
More to the point, how are you?
MIKE
(politely)
I'm well, thank you.
(gestures toward table)
Let's begin by testing the reflexes in your leg.
He sits. She removes his shoe, rolls up the pantleg, peels down the sock. He aches, seeing her discomfort.
She taps his kneecap with her rubber hammer. No response.
MIKE
Have you been using the ointment?
(CONTINUED)
36.
CONTINUED: 45
WHITMAN
I have, but...
(a shrug; then, gently)
Some things cannot be altered, dear Doctor. We must learn to accept them as they are.
She continues testing his leg and foot, trying to decipher his meaning. Cautiously, she broaches a delicate subject:
MIKE
Brian told me about your ramble.
WHITMAN
He's a dear boy.
Probing gently...
MIKE
(uncertainly)
He said -- you discussed poetry?
He hears the note of anxiety in her voice. He smiles innocently.
WHITMAN
Idetect in him the soul of a poet.
Mike is flustered -- and more confused than ever. She quickly changes the subject.
MIKE
Let me take a look at your arm...
INT. HOMESTEAD - NIGHT FIVE 46
Mike sits at the table, wrapped in her robe, pouring over Whitman's book by candlelight. Sully comes downstairs looking for her.
SULLY
Michaela - ?
She looks up, anguish written on her face.
MIKE
Listen.
(reading)
"Camerado, I give you my hand! I give you myself more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching and law."
(CONTINUED)
37.
CONTINUED: 46
SULLY
It's beautiful.
He moves to kiss her, but she pulls away.
MIKE
But do you see what it means?
(reading on)
"Will you give me yourself? Will you come travel with me? Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?" Sully, he's talking about his camerado. His comrade. A man.
SULLY
It's the same words as before.
She searches his eyes, struggling to understand.
MIKE
Are you saying even if it's true about him, it's all right?
SULLY
What I'm sayin' is, even if it's true, he's the same man he always was.
He pauses and it hits her: that's what Whitman said.
SULLY
What's changed is how folks look at him.
EXT. TRAIN STATION - PLATFORM - DAY SIX 47
Whitman is waiting as the train pulls in. Nearby, Mike picks up her mail at the telegraph office. As she turns away, she notices Whitman. She hesitates, uncomfortable yet curious.
Whitman doesn't notice Mike, his attention fixed on the disembarking passengers. He brightens as he catches sight of PETER DOYLE, 34, an urban working-class man unaccustomed to his ill-fitting suit and tie.
WHITMAN
Pete - !
Doyle bounds carelessly off the train and warmly embraces the older man, kissing him firmly on both cheeks.
PETER DOYLE
Walt! Never thought I'd get here.
38.
+MIKE 48
watching, chagrinned. Here is confirmation, in the flesh, for all the town to see.
+RESUME WHITMAN AND DOYLE 49
They pat each other on the back affectionately. Pete slips a protective arm under Walt's elbow as they turn -- and spot Mike. Whitman bows gallantly to her.
WHITMAN
Ah, Dr. Quinn. I want you to meet my friend Pete Doyle. Pete, this is the angel who persuaded me to send for you.
Whitman looks at Mike, a gentle plea in his eyes.
Mike, hesitates -- and feels heads turning to stare. Slowly she extends her hand.
MIKE
A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Doyle.
PETER DOYLE
(awkward)
Ma'am.
Turning, Mike sees --
+HORACE 50
who is watching, scandalized.
+EXT. STREET THROUGH TOWN - DAY SIX 51
Whitman and Doyle walk arm-in-arm down the street, Walt hobbling with dignity, Pete, carrying a small suitcase and taking in his new surroundings -- a Western frontier town! -- with the wonder of a child.
WHITMAN
Welcome to the West, dear boy.
Mike follows them through town, as townsfolk peer through curtains, lean out windows, and come out doors to gawk and smirk at the pair.
+OUTSIDE LIVERY 52
Robert E stares with silent disdain as they pass.
39.
+OUTSIDE BARBERSHOP/GENERAL STORE 53
Hank saunters over to where Loren stands watching. Matthew and Jake come out of the barbershop.
JAKE
Look at 'em, will ya?
LOREN
(disgusted)
Coupla Nancy-boys.
Matthew winces. He's unwilling to join in the ridicule, but unable to keep himself from gawking at the approaching pair.
+ANGLE ON BANK 54
Loren's remark reaches Preston's ears. He turns to enter the bank when Whitman stops him.
WHITMAN
Ah, Mr. Lodge. Perhaps you would be so kind as to provide us with transportation to the hotel.
PRESTON
I'm sorry, but we have no more vacancies.
(a glance at Jake and Hank)
Perhaps the Gold Nugget can accommodate your friend.
HANK
'Fraid we're all booked up.
The lie is confirmed by a nod from Jake. Loren nods in support.
+ACROSS STREET 55
Mike has come up quietly to stand between Grace and Andrew. She is deeply disturbed by what she is witnessing.
+RESUME SCENE 56
Pete looks at Walt, uncertain.
PETE
Ain't I stayin' with you, Walt?
Whitman fixes his gaze on Preston.
(CONTINUED)
40.
CONTINUED: 56
WHITMAN
My friend is tired after his long trip.
PRESTON
You insisted on sticking to our bargain, remember? It doesn't include him.
+ANGLE - MIKE 57
She looks around at the silent disapproval of her friends and neighbors. Grace smiles back, sympathetic, then drops her eyes. Andrew miserably stares at the ground.
Across the street, Mike notices Matthew, who looks upset, watching to see what she will do.
Mike has a choice to make. Finally she steps forward:
MIKE
I have a room at my clinic. You're welcome to stay there. Both of you.
Whitman is profoundly touched by her decency.
WHITMAN
It'll only be for one night. We'll be on our way tomorrow.
Preston sheepishly retreats into his bank as Mike escorts Walt and Pete toward the clinic...
+CROWD - MIKE'S POV 58
MOVING past faces etched with scorn, ridicule, and contempt.
+OUTSIDE CLINIC 59
Mike opens the door. She looks into Whitman's face. With great dignity he gives a little nod and steps inside.
OFF Mike, uncertain why she's doing this but certain that it's the right thing to do.
FADE OUT.
END ACT THREE
41.
ACT FOUR
FADE IN:
INT. CLINIC - DAY SEVEN 60
Mike looks up from cleaning instruments at a KNOCK.
MIKE
Come in.
Andrew enters. Mike gives him a searching look.
MIKE
You knew all along, didn't you?
He can't look her in the eye. Miserably:
ANDREW
I came to apologize. I'm not proud of the way I dropped Whitman in your lap. I didn't know what else to do.
MIKE
(gently chiding)
He is not an evil man.
ANDREW
You're absolutely right. In fact, this paper...
(handing it to her)
... published last year in Berlin by Dr Westfal suggests sexual deviancy may be a genetic defect.
Mike takes the paper, glances quickly through the pages.
ANDREW
According to Westfal, these people can't help themselves -- nor control themselves. It's not their fault.
MIKE
Fault? What an odd idea.
(beat; skeptical)
What does he suggest for treatment?
ANDREW
Placement in an asylum is recommended.
She hands the paper back to him.
(CONTINUED)
41A.
CONTINUED: 60
MIKE
How horrible. That's unnecessarily cruel.
(CONTINUED)
42.
CONTINUED: (2) 60
Andrew shrugs a shrug of clinical detachment.
ANDREW
I need hardly tell you -- as physicians, our choices are not always pleasant.
She looks at him, seeing the cold clinical side of medicine and not wanting any part of it.
MIKE
Suppose Dr Westfal is wrong? Suppose it isn't a genetic defect?
ANDREW
Then, it's a matter of will. If they can't control their impulses --
There's a TAP at the door and Grace enters, carrying a tray.
GRACE
Hope I'm not interruptin'. Thought your guests might be hungry.
Andrew, relieved, heads for the door.
ANDREW
I was just leaving.
Mike watches him go, turns wearily to Grace.
MIKE
That's very kind, Grace. Thank you.
GRACE
Any time, Dr Mike.
She slips out. Mike picks up the tray, and heads upstairs...
+OMITTED (61-62) 60A
INT. CLINIC - RECOVERY ROOM - CONTINUOUS - DAY SEVEN 63
Whitman sits propped up on the bed, hat on as usual, while Pete sits in a chair next to him reading a letter. It is a warm, intimate scene. The door is slightly ajar.
(CONTINUED)
43.
CONTINUED: 63
WHITMAN
Ho, ho that's a good one, Pete, does it really say that?
Mike cautiously sticks her head in.
MIKE
I hope I'm not interrupting...
Walt is pleased to see her.
WHITMAN
Come on in. Pete's just reading me my mail.
+DIFFERENT ANGLE 64
Mike enters, sets down the tray.
MIKE
You sound in high spirits today.
WHITMAN
I feel like a new-born babe.
MIKE
(surprised)
I'm certainly happy to hear that, after what happened yesterday.
WHITMAN
Oh, I don't let that bother me -- these poor human specimens, strapped in their tight boots, buttons, and the whole cast-iron civilizee life -- no time for that when one is in love...
Mike exchanges a look with Pete as Whitman hoists himself to his feet, touching Pete's shoulder, and hobbles excitedly around the room...
WHITMAN (CONT)
... Oh, yes, I'm in love with being out of the city, in love with the honest gurgling stream, with the rough grey oaks and the emerald cedars...
Pete laughs delightedly at Whitman's ecstasy...
WHITMAN (CONT.)
... in love with this rampant wild territory of yours, this Colorado!
(CONTINUED)
44.
CONTINUED: 64
Mike looks from one face to the other, touched by their sheer happiness.
MIKE
I almost forgot -- Grace sent over some lunch.
Whitman turns enthusiastically toward the tray.
WHITMAN
Vittals? Sustenance? Marvelous! I'm starved.
PETER DOYLE
Prob'ly from all that talkin'.
Whitman roars with laughter. Pete grins. Mike smiles in spite of herself.
EXT. MEADOW - DAY SEVEN 65
Sully hammers a board onto a platform for the poetry reading. A few benches are scattered about, others wait in the wagon to be unloaded. Mike paces, unburdening her soul:
MIKE
I wish you could have seen him. He was so obviously happy, so full of life.
She stops, disturbed, trying hard to make peace with it.
MIKE
Yet I just can't help feeling it isn't natural. I wish I could understand him.
Sully stops his work. He senses her struggle.
SULLY
Remember why you told him to send for his friend?
MIKE
I was worried about him. He appeared discouraged and sad and lonely.
SULLY
An' that ain't natural either, right? You're a doctor an' ya wanted him to feel better.
(CONTINUED)
44A.
CONTINUED: 65
MIKE
Well, yes, of course. I didn't know his soul-mate was a man.
(CONTINUED)
45.
CONTINUED: (2) 65
SULLY
An' now he's better.
MIKE
(she can't deny it)
Yes.
SULLY
Why can't ya just accept that?
This stops her. Why can't she?
OMITTED (66) 66
EXT. TRAIL THROUGH WOODS - DAY SEVEN 67
Brian moves along the trail with his fishing pole.
EXT. BOARDWALK OUTSIDE GENERAL STORE - DAY SEVEN 68
Mike passes the store just as Peter Doyle comes out. He stops, tips his hat awkwardly.
MIKE
Good afternoon, Mr. Doyle.
She passes by, but he stops her.
PETER DOYLE
Ma'am. I just want to say thanks for lookin' after Walt. He was so poorly, and whatever you done, he's much better.
MIKE
It was your arrival that cheered him up.
He blushes with pleasure at her compliment. They exchange a warm smile.
+JAKE 69
comes out of the barbershop, heading for the store. He stares pointedly at Mike - which she ignores.
+RESUME MIKE AND PETE 70
PETER DOYLE
Walt says your boy's a real fine writer.
(CONTINUED)
46.
CONTINUED: 70
MIKE
It's kind of him to take an interest.
PETER DOYLE
Guess they'll be back any time now, so as we don't miss our train.
MIKE
Back?
PETER DOYLE
From fishing.
MIKE
(startled)
They're out together -- fishing?
Pete nods his head, smiling.
PETER DOYLE
Walt says it's how he gets his inspiration.
+ON MIKE 71
Her heart skipping a beat.
MIKE
Yes. Well, goodbye, Mr. Doyle.
She watches him walk off (toward store), then turns and heads the other way, as her mind starts to whirl.
INT. CLINIC - DAY SEVEN 72
Mike enters, closes the door. She leans against it a moment, pushing away unwelcome thoughts.
She sits down at her desk and opens a patient chart, begins to make notes. She looks up, distracted. Wills herself back to work. But she finds it impossible to concentrate. She lays down her pencil. Stands. Goes out again.
EXT. MEADOW - DAY SEVEN 73
Sully arranges the last of the benches. Mike approaches, unable to disguise her concern.
MIKE
Sully -- Brian's gone fishing with Mr. Whitman.
(CONTINUED)
47.
CONTINUED: 73
SULLY
Didn't say he couldn't go fishin'.
MIKE
But I told him to stay in town.
SULLY
Yeah, for an interview.
She looks at him, can't believe he is so calm about this.
MIKE
Sully, did you ever stop to think, what if you're wrong about him?
For just a moment, Sully allows himself to consider it. Mike can contain herself no longer.
MIKE
I'm going to find Brian.
SULLY
Just take it easy --
But she's already running back toward town for her horse.
SULLY
(starting after her)
Michaela - !
EXT. WOODS - SERIES OF SHOTS - DAY SEVEN 74
Mike leads the way, following the trail where she encountered Whitman earlier.
+CLOSE ON MIKE 75
her face tight with concern.
+ON SULLY 76
following stoically.
+BANK OVERLOOKING CREEK 77
Mike and Sully ride up and dismount. They scan the creekside below. Sully ties their horses, leads the way on foot...
48.
+ROCKS 78
Sully and Mike clamber over big rocks near the water. Suddenly Sully stops. He holds up his hand, lays a finger across his lips signalling for silence. He points toward...
EXT. CREEKSIDE - DAY SEVEN 79
CLOSE ON a line, dropping into the water.
+ANGLE ON BIG ROCK 80
Brian and Whitman sit leaning against it in companionable silence, drinking in the beauty of time and place -- murmuring water, chattering birds, rustling branches, fishing lines dangling in the water.
+DIFFERENT ANGLE - SULLY AND MIKE 81
They creep closer, staying out of sight. Sully keeps a close eye on Mike, who starts toward Brian -- but then instinctively stops in time to see --
+WHITMAN AND BRIAN - MIKE'S POV 82
Brian glances at the old man, working up his nerve to ask him something.
BRIAN
Mr. Whitman - ?
WHITMAN
Wish you'd call me Walt.
BRIAN
Walt -- are you a sinner?
Whitman looks gravely out over the water.
WHITMAN
Last time I looked, the Good Book says we're all sinners.
BRIAN
(hesitant)
In town, they're sayin' you're a Nancy-boy. What's that mean?
+MIKE AND SULLY 83
exchange a look as they eavesdrop.
49.
+RESUME WHITMAN AND BRIAN 84
WHITMAN
It's a word, son. A word, used as a weapon.
BRIAN
A weapon?
WHITMAN
Oh, words can wound deeply as a bayonet. But words also have the power to heal.
He is interrupted by the SONG of a thrush nearby, pauses to listen.
WHITMAN
I'm a singer of words, and so are you. It's up to us, you and me, to use words for building up, not tearing down. To babble love across this wondrous, young land. To celebrate what's good, and true and free and --
He breaks off, searching for a word.
BRIAN
Unfettered?
Whitman looks at him, impressed.
WHITMAN
That's a good word. Unfettered.
+MIKE AND SULLY 85
She smiles, knowing where it came from. She exchanges a long look with Sully. Brian is in good hands, and Sully was right: it is all about trust.
Sully is relieved to see she's finally at peace with herself.
With a quick move of head she signals -- let's go. They quietly turn and creep away.
EXT. BANK OVERLOOKING CREEK - MOMENTS LATER - DAY SEVEN 86
Mike and Sully reach their horses. She swings into the saddle, looks down at him.
MIKE
Do you remember what you told me, that his poetry is about what's already deep in our hearts?
(CONTINUED)
50.
CONTINUED: 86
SULLY
(nodding)
And you said it's nothin' to be scared of.
Mike nods thoughtfully. Sully mounts up, and together they ride off through the woods.
INT. CLINIC RECOVERY ROOM - DAY SEVEN 87
Whitman snaps shut his valise. Pete helps him into his coat. Walt picks up his journal from the bedside table and tucks it into his pocket. Laying a hand on Pete's shoulder:
WHITMAN
So, Pete, shall we journey forth, my boy?
Pete grins, nods, picks up the suitcases. There's a TAP at the door and Mike enters. She takes in the moment.
WHITMAN
(warmly)
Yes, dear Doctor, we must say goodbye.
MIKE
I was hoping I could persuade you to stay -- until the poetry reading?
Whitman looks from her to Pete, surprised -- and pleased.
PETER DOYLE
(shyly encouraging)
It's up to you, Walt.
MIKE
We all need to hear your eloquent words.
A beat. Whitman smiles, remembering their talk in the clinic -- as we hear the rich sound of WHITMAN'S VOICE, OVER (PRELAP SOUND from next scene):
WHITMAN (V.O.)
I sing the body electric, The bodies of men and women engirth me, and I engirth them...
EXT. MEADOW - DAY EIGHT 88
PAN DOWN from trees to find Whitman standing at the podium, reading his poetry...
(CONTINUED)
51.
CONTINUED: 88
WHITMAN
I have perceived that to be with those I like is enough... To pass among them... to touch any one...
+REVERSE ANGLE 89
Rows of mostly empty benches. Clustered in a small, spellbound group are Mike and Sully, Brian, Grace, and Peter Doyle. As Whitman's voice continues, OVER, Matthew walks up, slips into an empty seat...
WHITMAN (V.O.)
... to rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment... I do not ask any more delight...
DISSOLVE TO:
+POV OF TOWN (FROM MEADOW) - DAY EIGHT (SAME TIME) 90
WHITMAN (V.O.)
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear...
EXT. LIVERY - SAME TIME 91
Robert E working at his workbench --
WHITMAN (V.O.)
The carpenter singing as he measures his plank...
INT. BARBERSHOP - SAME TIME 92
Jake, draping a customer for a shave...
WHITMAN (V.O.)
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work...
INT. GENERAL STORE - CONTINUOUS 93
Loren ringing up a sale for a customer...
WHITMAN (V.O.)
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench...
52.
INT. CHURCH - CONTINUOUS 94
The Reverend, laying out hymnals...
WHITMAN (V.O)
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else...
DISSOLVE BACK TO:
EXT. MEADOW - DAY EIGHT 95
CLOSE on Brian, listening, following every word:
WHITMAN (V.O.)
There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he looked upon and received with wonder or pity or love or dread, that object he became...
+ON MIKE 96
Who looks proudly at Brian...
WHITMAN (V.O.)
And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day... or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
+PAN FROM FACE TO FACE 97
Enthralled and electrified by his majestic voice...
WHITMAN (V.O.)
The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morning glories, and white and red clover, and the song of the phoebe-bird...
+WIDE SHOT - WHITMAN AND AUDIENCE 98
PULLING BACK until they are lost in the meadow as his VOICE rolls on...
WHITMAN
And the school mistress that passed on her way to the school ...and the friendly boys that passed... and the quarrelsome boys...
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
53.
CONTINUED: 98
WHITMAN (CONT'D)
and the tidy and freshcheeked girls... and the barefoot negro boy and girl, And all the changes of city and country wherever he went... These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who now goes, and will always go forth every day.
FADE OUT.
THE END
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