- Let's go Dan! We haven't got all day!
Let's go!
- All right Dan!
- Whoa!
- Go Dan!
- All right, Dan! Come on!
- Whoa!
b*at that Nan!
- Oh, yeah, c'mon Nan!
- Whoaa! Go Nan!
- Watch me!
- Atta girl, c'mon Nan!
- Show 'im, Nan!
- A big splash! - She'll hardly make a ripple.
- Ha, ha, hoo-ooo!
- That's called a cannonball!
- Yeah! It wasn't much.
- Are you kiddin'?
- That was practically a tidal wave.
- Yeah, you saw, Nick.
I mean whose was bigger?
- Pretty tough to b*at a cannonball, Dan.
- Yes, I win!
- Now, hold on now,
Nat still has to jump.
- Let's go you chicken.
- C'mon Nat.
- Chicken. - Come on, Nat!
- Bet he won't either.
- Let's go, pal.
- He's so yellow... run.
He won't even make a ripple!
- Bawkk! Chicken!
- Be quiet, Emil.
- Go on, Nat.
- You can't do it.
- Of course, he can. Of course, he'll jump.
- He can't. - C'mon, you can do it, Nat!
- The st time doin' something's always the hardest.
But I can tell by the look in your eye,
you're gonna lick this thing today.
- I am?
- You bet.
- C'mon! - Chicken! Fraidy cat!
- Ah, he won't jump.
- All's ya gotta do
is take a deep breath,
plant your feet and fly!
- He's a chicken.
- Fly? That bird's a chicken.
- A yellow-bellied chicken.
- C'mon, Nat, concentrate.
Hunch forward, then push off. - C'mon, Nat.
- Nat,
Nat, only jump if you want.
- He wants to.
Right, Nat?
- You can try again another day.
- No time like the present.
- Maybe I'll...
try again tomorrow.
- Chicken!!
- Come on, Nat!
- What a chicken!
- He was just about to jump.
- There's no need to pressure him, Nick.
He'll do it when he's ready.
- Oh, careful, I just put on another coat.
- What's that make now, ?
- I don't want it to chip.
- Course not.
You're a craftsman.
- Oh thanks, Nick.
You fixed it. - No problem.
- You guys been workin on this thing for weeks.
- Mrs. Jo,
when I'm finished,
would you display it in the parlor?
- I think that'd be lovely, Marcus.
[ Coughs ]
- You all right?
- He looks flushed.
- Who's that hackin'?
- It's Marcus.
Ah, he's warm.
- Lemme see.
Uh-oh.
- What?
- He's got it all right.
- He's got what, Asia?
- The measles.
- The measles?
- Must've brought it back with you from Boston.
- Yeah, you're gonna feel real sick
and start to itch like ya never itched before.
I've already had it.
- Anybody else had the measles before?
- Nope.
- No.
- No. - Well then, get ready, Miss Jo,
because these measles are gonna sweep through here
faster than a bunch of locusts.
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- Open wide...
Let's have a look inside.
Oh yes,
most definitely measles.
- I told you.
- You see those tiny white spots there
on the lining of his cheek?
- Oh, let me see.
- Nan!
Stay out!
- It's too late, Mrs. Bhaer.
The disease is most contagious before the rash appears.
I suspect that she and the rest of the children,
well, all of you, in fact, have already been exposed.
Now, standard treatment:
plenty of rest,
lots of fluid.
And as for reducing his fever...
- Catnip tea'd do the trick.
- Oh yes, that has been effective.
Keep the curtains drawn if his eyes become sore.
And, uh, let me see...
Oh yes, here it is...
This salve should relieve the itching.
- So what are you saying, Doctor?
That we should all expect to get sick?
- Well, unless you've had the disease before...
- Yeah, that's me.
- Or you've developed some kind
of natural immunity over the years.
- That's me.
- Or you're just plain lucky.
- [Nan]: That's me.
- Then, yes. You'll undoubtedly come down with it.
- You know, my son and some of the other boys,
they, they don't share a room with Marcus.
- Well, it doesn't matter. You living in such close proximity.
- Well still, they haven't shown any signs of the symptoms.
Maybe I should send the younger ones home.
- No, Mrs. Bhaer, you don't understand.
They can't leave.
No one can.
And from now on, no one can come in either.
Not until the disease has run its course.
- That sounds like a quarantine.
- Precisely.
If left unchecked, measles can reach...
epidemic proportions.
- Wha-wha-what's a quarantine?
- Means we gotta stay locked up here.
- For how long?
- Well, I'd say about weeks.
Now, Mrs. Bhaer...
in most cases, one will only experience fever, fatigue,
some coughing and sneezing and tolerable discomfort.
However, I must tell you,
that measles can be extremely dangerous.
Pneumonia can set in. Inflammation of the brain,
uh, now, I'm not saying that that's going to happen here.
Those cases are far less common,
in all likelihood, you'll weather this strain
without complications.
I simply want you to...
be aware.
- Thank you, Doctor, thank you.
Uh, Dr. Pierce?
Is there nothing else we can do?
- Just wait, Mrs. Bhaer.
And try not to worry.
I'll check in on you often.
- There you are.
You should be in the guest room, resting.
- I just came for my train.
A little more paint, and it'll be done.
- It's gonna be a beautiful train.
It already is.
- Thanks.
- How're you feeling?
- All right, I guess.
But the rash, it's on my hands and arms now.
- Hmm well, it's bound to spread all over, I'm afraid.
Does it itch?
- A lot.
- All right well,
we'll try some of that salve Dr. Pierce left us.
Marcus,
I've gotten word to your parents.
They send their love.
They're so sorry that they can't be here with you through this.
- Thanks, Mrs. Jo.
But tell them not to worry.
I've got you to take care of me.
- That's right.
That's what I'm gonna do the whole time.
Anything you need.
But right now, back to bed, let's go.
That's good.
- Meg will be our lifeline to the outside world.
She said to make a list of anything else we need.
- What's this?
- Parsnips, for my soup, which reminds me,
tell Nick we need chickens.
You folded those sheets already? - Sure did.
- Good. Now pin up the wet ones up.
- Uh huh.
- Meg's informed all the parents,
we have plenty of food and supplies...
Wood! We'll need plenty of wood.
- Well Nick's already stocking the pile.
- You heard Miss Jo.
Now tell him we're fightin' the measles here!
Now go on. You too, go ahead.
- Yes, Miss.
[ Sighs ]
- What would you do without me?
- I don't even wanna think about it.
- Nan?
Did you bring up those washcloths?
- Yes, ma'am, they're in the cabinet.
- We'll be needing plenty of cold compresses.
What are you reading?
- Medical books.
You had 'em downstairs in the parlor.
- Hmm,
those were my husband's.
He had an interest in so many different subjects.
- Is it all right I look at 'em?
I've been real careful, Mrs. Jo.
- Of course it is, Nan.
You can help yourself with those books any time you want.
- Thanks.
I wanna know as much as I can about measles.
That way, we'll be prepared for anythin.
- You'll be our resident expert.
- Ree-bee-oh-lah, it's called.
Officially, I mean.
- Rubeola.
I think I prefer the measles.
- Yeah. Doesn't sound as scary.
Hey, listen to this.
"People've experimented with a variety of homemade remedies
"to help relieve symptoms.
Some folks use plants, even."
- That's interesting. What else does it say?
- It says...
"People can die from measles."
- Yes, that's true...
in extreme cases, when complications set in.
But Dr. Pierce has assured me,
that we should all weather this strain without much discomfort.
We'll cough, we'll sneeze, we'll itch...
then we'll be fine.
You should be resting.
- Gotta finish, Mrs. Jo.
Besides, keeps my mind off the itching.
- The salve isn't helping?
- I guess a little.
- Hmm,
do you want some tea?
- I've got tea comin' out of my ears.
- Well, it helps keep the fever down.
- Hey, did you do the caboose yet?
- Rob!
'Course I didn't do the caboose yet.
Promised to help me with it, didn't ya?
- Nick said we gotta find just the right color red.
- Well, I guess it doesn't matter if you're in here.
- Yeah, we're trapped in here.
Being quarantined like being in prison.
- Yeah, I mean think about it.
We can't go out hiking
or ride into town or go swimming.
- And all you 'cept me just waitin' to get sick.
- Chicken there's the st one to go.
- Yeah... You might as well put a sign on your head.
"Measles, come get me!" Ha-ah.
- Lay off him.
- Gotta admit, he's always gettin' sick.
- Yeah, well, he ain't getting' sick this time.
- You-you can't just decide, Dan.
- I can.
I made up my mind.
No measles for me.
- Yeah, I'm not getting them either.
Hey, did you finish reading Pilgrim's Progress yet?
- I'm not finished yet.
- Well, you know the report's due tomorrow.
- It is? - Oh yeah.
- Are you all right?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine.
- You look really flushed.
- Not at all. I was just up late preparing lessons.
- You got the measles, don't ya, Franz?
- Class...
is cancelled today.
- [All]: Whoo! Yeah!
- All right!! Yeah! Yeah!!
- You too?
- [Boys]: Whooaa!! Hey, come on, I'll race ya!
- Short day.
- Yeah.
Franz is sick.
- You all right, Nat?
- So far...
But I'm next.
- Ah, you don't know that.
- I always get sick.
You know what?
They're probably right.
I am a chicken.
- You shouldn't listen so much to the other boys.
You're tougher than you think.
- No, I'm not.
I didn't jump, remember?
- You'll jump when you're ready.
- Well, there's no reason to stay separate and alone anymore.
- Yeah, Marcus,
we can suffer together.
[ Coughing ]
- Two hundred and one!
- A hundred and two.
He's warm,
but under boiling.
- When's my cough gonna go away?
- Hmm,
you're wheezing.
Does your chest feel tight?
- Sort of.
- Okay.
I'll get word to Dr. Pierce.
I'll get him to prescribe something to you.
- And tell him to get better stuff for this itchin', too.
- Mmm...
Asia, that soup smells delicious.
- Makin' it a little more spicy.
Helps clear the sinuses.
- Are you feeling all right?
- 'Course, I am.
- Asia...
- I thought the measles couldn't get me.
- Oh... I am so sorry.
- No, I'm sorry, Miss Jo. I,
I just don't know how you're gonna do
all this by yourself?
- Well, I'm not by myself.
The children are here. And Nick will help.
Now you need to go on and rest, not worry.
- No, I've got to finish makin my soup, Miss--
- I'll finish the soup.
You go and rest.
- You'll just add too much salt.
- Oh! I'll restrain myself. Go on.
- And just keep your hands off my pepper mill too, okay.
- I'll check on you in a bit.
[ Exhales ]
- Nick!
- Ah, Asia said she ran out.
- Oh...
Well, Asia's just come down with the measles.
- Oh, I thought she said she was immune.
- Apparently, there's a cr*ck in her armor.
- Sorry to hear that.
- Yeah well, that makes now.
I'm afraid it's just the beginning.
- Well, let's hope it's over real quick.
- You know, I know ah, that the boys upstairs
would love to see you, especially Marcus.
- Uh...
- Perhaps you could spend some time with them.
Help keep their spirits up?
- Sure. Yeah, but I,
I got a lot of work to get done, and it's gonna be dark soon.
- Of course.
- His fever's still high, Meg,
and he's very congested.
Dr. Pierce thinks he may have pneumonia.
- He promised to stop by tomorrow.
In the meantime, he's prescribed laudanum.
It's on the top there.
It should relieve Marcus' airways, relax his breathing.
I wish I could come in.
- I wish you could, too.
But the last thing we need is for you to become sick,
or for you to bring it home to the twins.
- Asia?
- Don't tell me you been messin' in my kitchen.
- You gotta eat too, don't ya?
- I guess I could stand a little somethin'.
Whatcha got here?
- Ah, tea, toast,
and the orange marmalade you like.
- And scrambled eggs.
- Ain't that sweet.
Hmm mmm.
Oh, and tea,
Mmm.
Mmm. Now, Nat, you did strain the tea now?
- Strain...?
- That's okay. I like my tea chewy.
- Is-is the toast how you like it?
- Perfect.
Mm-mm-mm...
- So, how can a bunch of weeds stop folks from itching?
- They're plants and herbs, Jack. And they work,
accordin' to these books. There.
That's a goldenseal.
It's got pointed leaves and a thick yellow stalk.
- This is supposed to be a plant?
- Uh, you...
[ Nan sighs ]
That's a burdock. It's got purple flowers.
I need the root.
- The root?
I'm not diggin' around in the dirt for this stuff.
- [Frank]: You better. You'll be scratching pretty soon, uh.
- No. Scratchin's gonna be your specialty.
- I have patients waiting.
Well, move.
- Okay, Rob.
Let's see, open.
Ah,
you've got it.
Let's see back here, all over here.
Just like Marcus.
- It's time for your medicine.
- Thanks Dan.
- It makes him real sleepy.
- Yes, it does.
Here you go.
That's it.
That's it, good.
Can I get you anything?
- Train...
- You want to paint your train?
- The engine.
I just wanna hold it.
- Miss Jo.
- Thanks.
There you go.
- Better get well quick.
I think it needs another coat.
- Oh, is it supposed to turn green like that?
- We need more leaves without the dirt.
- What difference does it make?
- [Jo]: Nan, I appreciate you're trying, but...
that odor!
- The stronger it smells, the better it works.
- Yeah, it'll work, all right,
on an elephant.
- It's awful, Nan.
Who's gonna let ya put this stuff on him?
- Hold still, Tommy, this'll stop the itchin'.
- [Jack]: Ew, that's really dripping right off him.
- I gotta make the next batch thicker,
once I figure out how.
There.
How do you feel?
- Wet.
- Besides that.
- Sticky.
- Are you still itching?
- Mm-hm.
- Oohhhh...
- I made this batch myself.
Extra honey.
Careful now, sip it slow.
Good.
- Franz?
What are you doing?
- I'm fine, Aunt Jo.
- You have the measles, Franz.
- A mild case.
- A mild case that will not get better
as long as you're running around out of bed.
- I'm not running around, I'm just trying to help out.
- Well, you can help out, as soon as you get well.
- Aunt Jo, so many of the boys are ill.
Asia. Now, Rob. It's too much for one person.
- I'm not alone.
The healthy children have been wonderful.
We have everything under control.
- Always such spirit and strength.
These past few months, all you've been through, I,
I just wanna do what I can to help you.
- Thank you, Franz.
I appreciate your concern.
But you're sick,
and if you don't get back in bed, you'll only worry me more.
And that...
will not help me at all.
Okay.
How're you feeling?
- More already?
I can hardly keep up with ya, Nat.
- Can't have folks gettin' chilled, right?
- Nick?
Uh, I heard Mrs. Jo and Asia talking
about, um, Marcus having pneumonia.
- That's real bad, ain't it?
- Can be.
- I-I mean, um,
folks can die from it, right?
Do you know anyone that d*ed from it?
- Yeah.
- Um, I was thinkin', maybe,
you can, uh, go upstairs and help Marcus on his train later.
He's, uh,
holding it real close.
- Nat, I got a ton of work to do out here.
Don't forget all these chores not gettin' done
'cause you boys're sick.
So...
you tell Marcus I'm thinkin' of him,
and I'll be in when I can.
- Right.
- He's burning up.
Get some cold compresses.
Hurry!
We've gotta get Dr. Pierce.
Nick!
Nick?
- Mrs. Jo,
He went into the forest to get some more wood.
Dr. Pierce!
Dr. Pierce?
Dr. Pierce!
- Stay back! I may be carrying the measles.
- Mrs. Bhaer? You're under quarantine.
- Mrs. Bhaer, what are you doing here?
- It's Marcus.
- His pulse is very weak.
We have to get his fever down.
Now!
- More water, hurry!
- Okay guys, watch out, you're okay, Marcus...
Here we go, baby, okay, okay...
Let's get you down.
Let's get you down, come on. Come on, get up.
Come on, up you go. Up you go, Marcus, come on.
Come on, Marcus...
Come on, Marcus, stay up.
Marcus, stay up...
- Mrs. Bhaer... - Come on, Marcus, come on...
- It's too late, Mrs. Bhaer.
- Ah stay up, come on, baby... - We've lost him.
He's gone.
- Sit up, baby...
Marcus' parents, um, Mr. And Mrs. Carter--
- I know the family.
I'll speak with them.
- If only I came sooner, you know,
maybe we could've brought his fever down we could've--
- Mrs. Bhaer, you did all that you could.
You treated Marcus well.
But once pneumonia sets in,
I'm afraid the fever and infection
overwhelm the patient very quickly.
- And clearly, this is a particularly strong
strain of the measles.
You must be especially vigilant in your treatment now.
- I will.
- You must be terribly tired.
Hmm, it's a wonder you haven't fallen ill yourself.
But if you do catch the measles now,
in your present weakened condition...
You need to rest, Mrs. Bhaer.
- I'm all right.
I'm all right. - Now more than ever,
everyone who is healthy needs to be helping you.
- Mrs. Jo!
There's people at the gate.
[ Crowd murmurs ]
- I saw her ride right into town...
It just isn't' right...
- Jo...
- Meg,
What's going on?
Sher-Sheriff Webster?
- I'm sorry, Mrs. Bhaer, for your troubles here, ma'am.
But I understand you came into town today.
- I had no choice.
- You are under quarantine.
- A boy was sick.
- And that's why you keep him out here.
You can't bring a disease like that into town.
- I'm afraid you don't understand.
One of the boys had pneumonia.
- Had?
- Marcus Carter,
Um...
He d*ed today.
- Oh, Jo...
- A boy d*ed from it.
We gotta post a guard out here.
Keep our children safe.
- [Jack]: I can't believe it.
I can't believe he's gone.
[ Clearing throat ]
- Marcus was a wonderful boy.
And we'll all remember him for his kind and gentle manner,
and the way he took such care with everything that he did.
I know you're scared.
And those of you who are ill, you're especially scared.
[ Clearing throat ]
- Rob?
- My chest feels funny.
- Oh, sweetheart,
let's get you back in bed.
I've got some medicine that will help your breathing.
- Didn't help Marcus.
- You're gonna get well.
[ Coughing ]
You all are.
I promise.
- It's all right, Nat,
you've been workin' real hard.
- Yeah, well, there's a lot to do.
- How're things goin' inside?
- The same.
- How's Rob?
- Why don't you go and see for yourself?
- I will,
soon.
- Sure you will.
- Nat, wait a minute.
- Nick, if you're so scared...
... just say so. Don't make excuses.
- Nat,
I lost my parents in an influenza epidemic.
My kid sister too.
I guess, seein' everyone so sick...
and then Marcus,
brings back memories.
- Yeah,
I lost my family, too.
- Guess it's easier just to not get too close.
- But you see, that's why I'm gettin' close.
Because I already lost one family.
And I wanna make sure I don't lose this one too.
- How's Rob's fever, Mrs. Jo?
- He's cool now, Dan.
Thank you.
- He's gonna be fine.
- Yeah.
- Miss Jo,
you need your rest.
- Not yet, Dan.
Not just yet.
- I see the rash, Miss Jo.
You're sick.
- I just need to get some fresh air.
That's all.
I'm gonna go get the sheets off the line.
- I'll do it.
- No, Dan, please,
I need you to stay with Rob right now, okay.
You just stay here with Rob,
I'm gonna be fine.
- Mrs. Jo!
- Miss Jo? - Miss Jo, wake up!
- Nick, is she gonna be all right?
- Yeah.
I've got you.
Easy now, Jo.
- Where's Rob?
- Dan's with him.
His fever's down.
- Rob's fine now, Mrs. Jo.
- If anything happens to me--
- Nothin's gonna happen to you. You're gonna be fine.
- Nick? It's empty.
- What? - There's no more laudanum.
Mrs. Jo must've gave Rob the last dose.
- She needs it now.
- What're we gonna do?
- Get some.
- Now, hold it right there. Not too close.
- The lady of the house is sick.
- You're all sick.
- She's got trouble breathing. You gotta get to Dr. Pierce.
Tell him we've run out of laudanum.
- We can't leave our post.
- No one's breaking quarantine. One of you's got to--
- Hey, I don't wish the lady any harm,
but Doc Pierce says there's nothin' can be done.
This thing just has to run its course.
And you can forget about runnin' through that forest.
I got men posted all over.
- Ha! Go on, come on!
- Nick, what happened?
- Damn fools are so scared, they won't leave their post.
We gotta get that laudanum ourselves.
Gonna take an army to get around all these guards around here.
- Or a kid.
- What's he doin'?
- I don't know.
- What're you doing?
Now, get back in there.
Hey!
- Hey! - Hey boy, come back here!
- Get back in that house!
- Hey you, in the woods--
- Ha, c'mon!
- Boy, you come back here!
- Franz, what're you doin'? You should be in bed.
- I'm feeling better. How is she?
- Not good.
- Nick got out. He's ridin' for the doctors'.
- Hear that, Mrs. Jo? Everything's gonna be OK.
- How did Nick get out?
- Nat tricked the guards.
- Good goin', Nat.
- You shoulda seen him. - Hats off to ya, Nat.
- What else can we do for her?
- Pray.
- What d'ya mean, you've run out?
- I set Lena Chandler's leg this morning,
Mr. Ford's lumbago was acting up.
I gave them all I had for their pain.
- People are dying, Doc.
- Dr. Blanchard. He's got laudanum. He's in Bedford.
- Hey, easy there, Rob, easy.
How're you feeling?
- Thirsty.
- Here.
- Where's my mother?
- She's resting.
[ Knock! Knock! ] - Dr. Blanchard?
It's an emergency.
- Who are you? What do you want?
- Nick Riley, sir. I need laudanum.
- I beg your pardon?
- I've come from Concord. Dr. Pierce, he's run out.
My employer, Mrs. Jo Bhaer's in desperate need with pneumonia.
- I can't hand out laudanum to some stranger in the street.
- Then ride back with me to Plumfield.
- Plumfield?
- It's a school.
- You're under quarantine!
- Dr. Blanchard, please, she's very sick.
- I'll have you arrested!
[ Horse neighs ]
- Yeah, here he comes.
- Where is he? There's no one on the horse.
- I don't know.
- Nick...
you made it!
- Thanks to you. Jo--
Laudanum.
- Good.
- She's gonna be better now, right?
- Yes. She will.
- Nick?
- Hmm...
- Did I scare you?
- Yeah...
You did.
- I'm feeling better.
- I'm sorry I didn't help you before.
I should've come in right off, but...
I lost my folks...
and seeing everyone here get sick...
it scared me.
- You're here, now.
- I'll let the kids know you're feeling all right.
- Nick?
Thank you.
- Well, today's the day.
Finally. Dr. Pierce said he'd be here by noon
to make it official.
- Well in the meantime, I want all this sick air out,
and all these dishes cleaned.
- Jo?
- It's so nice to see you all well again.
What's wrong?
- Mrs. Jo...?
We... Nick helped us,
and we went ahead and finished Marcus' train.
- Do ya think he'd like it?
- Yeah.
- You know, we were all wondering if, uh,
we could display it in the parlor,
you know, like Marcus wanted.
- If... that's all right.
- That would be fine with me.
- All right, let's go.
- Let's put it in the parlor.
- Come on, we need to go put it up...
- Good!
- Congratulations, Plumfield. It is over!
I've spoken with Dr. Blanchard, Mr. Riley.
Under the circumstances, he has agreed not to press charges.
Though he still intends to bill you for his door.
- I'll fix it myself.
- Hey, Nick, can we see that?
- [All]: Yeah! - We're free!
- [All]: Yeah!!!
- How shall we celebrate?
- Crickets! - Hiding!
- Oh yeah, hide the crickets--
all right, something else, anybody?
- Aah...
- C'mon, c'mon, Nat, let's go, don't chicken out
like the last time. Go on, this time...
- All right, today's the day, Nat.
- You can do it. - You can do it, Nat!
- Come on, Nat. - Come on, Nat.
- Let's go!
- Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
- I did it, I did it, whoo!
- Way to go, Nat, come on, whoo!
- Are you gonna get in, Mrs. Jo?
- Ah, not today.
- No time like the present.
- Come on in, Mrs. Jo, the water's beautiful!
- What? Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!
01x02 - Quarantine
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Based on Louisa May Alcott's book "Little Men", the sequel to "Little Women", this show chronicles the heroic struggles of Jo Bhaer as she attempts to manage Plumfield, a boarding school for boys in Concord, Massachusetts.
Based on Louisa May Alcott's book "Little Men", the sequel to "Little Women", this show chronicles the heroic struggles of Jo Bhaer as she attempts to manage Plumfield, a boarding school for boys in Concord, Massachusetts.