All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S04E10.The.Loss.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Sometimes life goes on
in peaceful cycles

like the seasons,

a gradual blending of time and
events that we scarcely notice.

And just as we think
we may have learned

all there is
to know about life,

fate conspires to show us
just how little we do know.

Such was the case one
especially beautiful day

in early fall. Our parents had
told us that Olivia Hill

had lost her husband
in an accident

and that she was coming to
spend a few weeks with us.

Never mind. I got it.

-Excuse me, Ben.
-Excuse me.

-What's the matter with you?
-Your feet are in my way.

No, we're not finished
in here.

What am I supposed to do?
Stand and hold this?

John-Boy, what's that word
Mama said Olivia had?

A bereavement, honey.

Bereavement.
What does that mean?

Well, that's when
somebody you love dies.

Is that the way I'd feel
if Mama or Daddy died?

Yeah, that's it.

It's like how Mama
would feel if Daddy died.

Like when someone
you're married to dies.

Yeah. That's usually
what it means.

Must be the worst hurt of all.

We just gotta try to keep her
cheered up, if we can, you know.

-Should we talk about it?
-Maybe if we just act normal

-like nothing's happened.
-Well, you gotta act normal.

You just have to be
considerate of her.

Try to figure out
what it is she wants.

she may or may not
wanna talk about it,

There's times when
she'll wanna be alone

and she won't wanna be with us.

You just have to be sensitive
about it, you know, just...

You'll know what to do.

Just think before
you talk is all.

I think we should
bake her a chocolate cake.

-I think that's a good idea.
-Yeah.

-Wait a minute...
-I'm coming through,

-you're not gonna stop me.
-Come on, Mary Ellen.

-Make way here.
-Alright.

Grandma, have you ever
had bereavement?

Yeah, long time ago.

But I've been
spared other losses.

This family has been
most fortunate.

Many aches of the heart,

but only once
that most terrible of all pains.

You all talk as though death
were the end of everything.

Well it's not. It just might
very well be the beginning.

How long do you reckon it takes
to get over a bereavement?

Depends on the person,
sometimes it takes years.

Poor Olivia.

You all better get up to
John-Boy's room

and get it ready for her.

-I'll help you all.
-Good idea, let's go, come on.

-Good supper, Mama.
-Yeah, it was.

Mama,

does it stop hurting Olivia
when she sleeps?

Yes, honey, it does.

If you ask me,
it's too much to expect

children to understand
a thing like this.

It's not right for them to have
to bear that young girl's grief.

Grief is a natural
part of life, Grandma.

The children will be alright.

It's Olivia
we have to worry about.

It was just about
this same time last year

when I picked him up
at the bus depot.

I'll never forget that shivaree,
I'll tell you that.

It's hard to believe he's gone.

He was hardly
much older than you.

I'm gonna start thinking
like Grandpa. Aim for 100.

Aunt Olivia,
it's so good to be here.

-John-Boy, it's good to see you.
-Same here.

I'd forgotten
how beautiful it is here.

It even smells beautiful.

Grandma.

Hey, Olivia.

-Jason.
-Welcome.

Hi.

Jason, you get taller
by the hour.

What's your mama
feeding you anyway?

-Welcome home, Olivia.
-Hello, Grandpa. Grandma.

Thank you.
Thank you all for having me.

Aunt Olivia!

Elizabeth. How big you've grown!

And what a beautiful cat.

Her name's Calico
and she's mine.

Hello, Calico!

All of you, it just feels so
good to be here.

Come on,
we'd better get you inside

so you can rest up till supper.

We'll talk later. We've got
an order of benches to fill.

-Let's go. Come on, folks.
-John-Boy.

Yes, honey?

She doesn't seem to hurt
too much to me.

Well, I know.

What will we say at supper?

I just know one of the children
will say the wrong thing.

It's hard to know
what's the right thing.

You know, she seems a lot
perkier than I thought she'd be.

She's trying to be brave.

I just hope the children
watch what they say.

You know, that's the problem
with a big brood like this.

Maybe being with a big brood

is just what Olivia
needs right now.

I thought she looked
awfully pale. But beautiful.

She's just a few years
older than I am.

Mary Ellen,
being widowed so young is rare.

And it's not
in the least romantic.

These potatoes need mashing.

Did your mother really
get married in that dress?

In 1914.

Mother would be so happy if she
knew I was going to wear it.

The only thing that makes me sad
is that she'll never meet Bob.

Do you remember her?

I remember being
on a train with her,

coming here
to Walton's Mountain.

I must've been about four.

And your mother met us
at the Rockfish station.

Oh, I'm so glad
I could be here with her.

With all of you for my wedding.

-Well, I sure hope Bob likes us.
-Well, of course he will.

And you're gonna be
just crazy about him.

Did I show you his picture?

About a million times.

I'm sorry to be so boring about
him. But he's just so wonderful,

I can't talk about anyone,
or anything else.

Mary Ellen, the potatoes.

-It tastes like...
-Yeah.

We'd be pleased if
you'd say grace, Olivia.

Thank you, Lord, for the
comfort of a loving family

and the strength they give me
to bear my loss.

-Amen.
-Amen.

-Potatoes?
-You go first.

-After you, Olivia.
-After you, it'll be all gone.

-What? I don't eat much.
-Peas, please.

-I made a rhyme!
-Very good, Elizabeth.

Pass the potatoes,
pass the meat,

everybody pitch in and eat.

Everybody's
in high spirits tonight.

I forgot how much fun
a big family can be.

Fun? It's more like
feeding the monkeys at a zoo!

You think you could
stand us for three weeks?

Oh, you may never get rid of me.

Bob wanted a big family.
All boys.

He talked about making
special kites for them

and taking them
to the park to fly them.

-Well, girls can fly kites, too.
-That's how Bob and I met.

-Did I ever tell you that story?
-No, no.

Well, every Saturday I'd see him
in the park with all his kites.

He had a regular collection
of them. He was so good-looking,

and I was just dying
to meet him.

I figured, I just
had to get myself a kite

and get
in the park and fly it.

I got it up in the air somehow,
but then the wind switched

and it went right into
his kite, his favorite.

Well, he was so mad! And he came
storming up to me and he said,

"You've just ruined
my Japanese Dragon."

He was so special.

There'll never be
anybody like him.

If only I'd gone with him
on his walk that night.

It was so dark.

That's why
he didn't see the car.

I keep thinking that
maybe if I'd been with him,

I would have seen it.

What about all those kites?
I mean, all those good ones?

Maybe tomorrow we could
go out in the woods

and pick some violets, like
the way we did for your wedding.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't be burdening
all of you with my troubles.

Please excuse me.

-Did we do something wrong?
-Don't take it to heart, honey.

I was trying to make her smile.

Well, your heart
was in the right place,

Elizabeth,
so don't take on about it.

In a way it's good that
she's letting out the grief.

Come on, eat up before
everything gets cold. Come on.

Grief is like
the seasons of the year,

only, all jumbled together
in a heap.

Right now, she's going through
her wintry spell.

There isn't much
we can do to help.

She's got to go back in her
memories about him

until she's at peace.

Until then,
we've got to brace ourselves

for these stormy spells.

She won't know when she's likely
to have one of them.

Yeah, Zeb's right. There's not
much we can do to ease her pain

except give her all the loving
and understanding that we can.

We should
put her to work.

Get her mind of her troubles.

Maybe I should let
Calico sleep with her.

I think that's
a great idea, Elizabeth.

Talk to her
about it tomorrow?

Mary Ellen, when you finish,
get dessert?

I'm gonna fix a tray for Olivia.

Okay, Mama.

I don't know what happens.

I don't mean to lose control
of myself like that.

I just don't seem
to be able to stop it.

I know it's hard
to believe just now,

but the pain will pass.

Time does ease
the ache and the emptiness.

Out there, the world
goes on. It's fall.

Everything's dead or dying.

Everything's going
to sleep for a while.

The only difference is,

they'll all wake up
when the spring comes.

Olivia, I don't know
what I'd do if I lost John,

but I know I'd look
for some help in the Bible.

Can I lend you mine to read
if you want to?

Thank you. Yes.

The moonlight's lovely tonight.
Would you like to take a walk?

I know all the wonderful things
that are still there.

The sunsets, the dawns...
But don't you see?

Those things don't make me feel
better, they make me feel worse.

Every time I see a lovely day,

I think that Bob isn't here
to share it with me.

Every time I see a sunset,

I think of all the ones
we shared together.

Oh, please.

I really think I'd like
to be alone for a while.

This ought to be able

to handle any Tackle-Buster
fish in the pond.

Just wish there was something
we could do for her.

We are doing
everything we can, Livie.

Well, I'm still worried about
the children.

Especially the little ones. Such
a heavy load to put on them.

They're stronger than you give
them credit for, Grandma.

They'll grow
from this and learn.

-I sure hope you're right.
-I feel so useless around her.

She's up there all alone
crying her eyes out.

Well, I told you ladies
the problem.

Not gonna do any good up there,
wallowing in her grief.

We work from dawn to dark
around here.

The thing is to put her to work.
Get her mind off herself.

Like that time, Pa, I busted
my wrist seven, eight years old?

You took me to
chop lumber in the woods?

That pine splintered
and broke this wrist?

Yes, I worried and fear I got
you up the tall timber early.

I was crying and carrying on.
I wouldn't let him touch me.

It'd really hurt.

He made me look at
a sparrow hawk up there soaring.

Kept my mind off myself,

before I knew it,
the wrist was fixed.

I recall. I recall.

You stopped crying. You always
were a brave one, alright.

That's what you gotta do with
Olivia. Put her to work.

A good cry
is exactly what she needs.

You never told me
about your wrist.

Oh, yeah,
I was just a little tyke.

Look, you can still
see the mark, right there.

Oh, poor little boy.

Listen, I can't untangle this.
Would you mind?

-One of your children did it.
-Yeah, try your eyes on that.

Happily,
I have not suffered the loss

of a loved one at first hand.

Seth Turner's death
deeply affected me,

but at least Seth
lived to the fullest

those days he had remaining,

and he left a recorder to Jason
as a memento of his life.

Bob Hill seems to have
bequeathed little except

the memory of kites flying

and a widow who cannot
come to terms with what must be

a bewildering number
of emotions

struggling for order
in her mind.

-Olivia, morning!
-Good morning.

Can I see you for a minute?

How about giving me a hand?

I need to get these benches
over to Rockfish depot.

And I have to have someone
hold this glue tight

while I screw it in.

-You think you can handle that?
-I can handle it.

Real tight now,
it's important. There you go.

-You alright?
-Yeah.

Maybe you should handle
the screwdriver and I'd hold it.

-No, no, no, I can hold it.
-Okay.

I got a real good way of keeping
hair out of your eyes.

Some of this glue.

We'll help you with that, Daddy.

Olivia, let me
hold that for you.

Jason, take this glue and start
working on the other end?

You said we were
doing these tomorrow, Daddy.

I wanna get them done today,
and Olivia volunteered to help.

I'll do that, Olivia.
You don't work...

Ben, now, we're doing just fine.

You're supposed
to be here to rest.

Excuse me.

Ben, what did you have to
open your mouth for?

Now you've got her
in her bad mood again.

Ben didn't mean any harm.

Anything you say or do around
with her around is wrong.

No, no, Ben, someone's got...

Well, he tried.
I'm gonna take a break.

Olivia's presence
has caused me to make

a monstrous discovery
about myself.

There is a part of me
that stands aside

from any experience and coldly
and dispassionately observes.

I suppose
it is the writer in me.

Somehow, this discovery is both
delightful and terrifying.

Hey! Look what you just did.

You got that close
with cutting off my toe.

Well, I didn't see you.

-I've got the glooms.
-I'm just plain mad.

Cousin Olivia got you down,
too? I think she's a pill.

All she does
is cry all the time.

It's like she's got a faucet
right behind her eyeballs.

Reckon she'll ever let up?

-She might.
-She might not.

-Hi.
-Hey.

-Here.
-Thanks.

-I feel funny. Sad, kind of.
-It's Olivia.

You know, I've been
trying to think of something

to say to her
at the suppertime.

Bet you there isn't anything.

Mama says it's our job to cheer
her up. Beats me what to say.

You know, I think we should
make her something.

-Like what?
-Something to remind her of Bob.

-What are you bandits doing?
-Thinking.

Don't let your Mama
catch you thinking,

she'll find something
for you to do.

Hey, I think I just thought
a thought. Come on.

Sounds like the young ones

are having themselves
a good time.

Music to my ear, Pa, a little
laughter coming from their way.

Yeah.

-See?
-Put in on.

-Hi, John-Boy.
-Hey.

-Don't look.
-I wouldn't dream of looking

unless it happened to be
something for me.

-Well, it's not for you.
-In that case,

you better hurry up and finish.
You got lots of chores to do.

-Bye.
-Out.

-Okay, are you sure you...
-Almost blew it that time.

It wasn't my fault,
she wasn't looking.

I'm glad to see that
the children are feeling better.

-They'll find their way.
-Sooner or later,

the young ones got to learn
that losing a loved one

is just
a natural part of living.

This experience with young
Olivia will make us appreciate

having one another around
while we are here.

You know, I was talking
to your grandma last night.

Due to our ages, it's only
natural to expect that one...

It's not natural
to expect anything, Pa.

It's natural to expect that one
us will go before the other.

That way, the ones left behind
will have a rough time.

Whatever happened to your
grand plan to live to 100?

I'm still counting
on it, John-Boy.

But you got to look facts
in the face.

You know, dying
is just a part of living.

And what a wondrous thing
life is.

Here's that young Livie,

scarcely as old
as one of my own granddaughters

suffering this loss
years before her time,

while your grandma and I

have had all
our long life together.

That cat is so fat,
she can't hardly walk.

Elizabeth's been
feeding her too much.

Yeah.

That's why we got
so many mice in the barn.

Cats shouldn't be fed.
In my day, we used to

let them fend for themselves
out in the barn.

We never had
mice or rats, around.

Pa, you gonna help
with this load or what?

Here we go.

Could be she's
overweight, Daddy.

Could be she's full of kittens.

-But she's old.
-She's not that old.

-She's only 14 or 15.
-She'll be 13 next month.

-How did you figure that?
-Grandpa looked at her teeth.

-That's for horses.
-It's hard to say, honey.

She was full-grown when she come
to us. It's only guesswork.

Mama, why is she
breathing like that?

I don't know.
Dr. Culler's coming

to check Chance's hoof
in a day or two.

We'll have him look
at Calico, too.

Mama, if she has kittens,
can we keep them?

Elizabeth, we've got
enough mouths to feed.

What if she has a baby rabbit?
All they eat is grass.

Cats have kittens,
and rabbits have rabbits.

Is he telling the truth
or is he pulling my leg?

I think all you can expect
from Calico are kittens.

Besides, we don't even know
if she's having any.

Calico, kittens are alright,

but just try
for one baby rabbit, too.

I thought you might
like a chance to get away

from the family
for a little while.

They can be a handful
when you're not used to them.

I'm used to them, but sometimes
they're too much for me.

Oh, I don't mind them, really.

It's good for me to be around
a lot of people right now.

Yeah.

This is a favorite place
of mine.

This is where Bob and I
first went off together

when he arrived for the wedding.

It's as pretty now as it was
then. It hasn't changed.

Ponds are like that.

You know, spring-fed, the new
water's always coming in.

I don't know
how to say this, but

sometimes when I'm alone,

I get to feeling mad.

-Mad at what?
-Oh, I don't know.

Mad at fate. Mad at the world.

But mostly... Mostly mad at Bob.

Sometimes I could
just scream at him.

I take his picture
out of the dresser drawer

and I look at him,
and I want to yell at him.

I wanna tell him that he
shouldn't have left me alone,

that he shouldn't have
gone off and died.

I know I loved him,
but at those times, I...

I really think I hate him.

Well, I don't really know
what you mean. I...

I mean, he couldn't
really help it, could he?

I guess it doesn't help
you knowing that.

Well, maybe you should
talk about it.

Maybe you should try to remember
the good things about him.

What do you remember about him?

Well, I remember
the scent of his hair,

kind of like wind
through a pine tree.

And the way he would
brush it off his face

whenever he got nervous.

And he was always so neat.

Yeah, I'll never forget
that first day

when I picked him up
at the bus depot.

He could hardly wait
to get here to see you.

I remember
the minute we got home,

the two of you just disappeared.

This is just about the most
beautiful place in the world.

Come sit down. I feel as if
I haven't seen you in years.

You could kiss me now
and nobody would ever know.

He sure was nervous
the day of the wedding.

Well, I guess
most bridegrooms are.

I reckon maybe my favorite
picture of you

two together
was up on the mountain.

Remember? That night
you all had just gotten married,

and he'd been through
the shivaree.

Then the family
and a bunch of neighbors

came up to sing to you?

Bob was a mighty surprised man.

I guess at first
he didn't realize

exactly why we were there.

Thought maybe we was gonna
shivaree him all over again.

Olivia!

Are you alright? I'm sorry.

Look, I'm sorry. What did I say?

I'm really sorry.
No, I'm really...

Are you all...

What are we gonna say
to your family?

I don't know. You could tell
them we decided to take a swim.

-Mad?
-Yeah.

I guess I'd be mad
if your father died.

It's hard to believe
I'd be mad at him.

So until you live through it,

I guess you never know
what you'd really do.

Do you think she'll
ever get married again?

Of course she will.
It'll take time.

Yeah.

-Hi.
-Hi yourself.

Is it okay if I take
a little wood here?

Appears that's
what you're doing.

Well, they're just scraps. Okay?

-Alright.
-Thanks.

Jim-Bob, what are you up to?

Well, we're making
something for Olivia.

Jason, what are they up to?

They're making
some kind of surprise.

I asked them
if they wanted any help,

but they wanna do it
all themselves.

Looks like they've taken
Olivia's problems

right in stride, the children.

It seems like.
Jason, you wanna eat now?

Just a minute, Mama,
I wanna finish this one piece.

She's not favoring it
much anymore, Doc.

Yeah, this ought to
take care of it.

Hoof's gonna heal
just fine, John.

You stay away
from the barbed wire now.

I wonder if you'd take a minute
and look at an old cat, Doc.

I think she's
a little bit pregnant.

No such thing
as being a little pregnant.

She either is or she isn't.

I'll tell you,
I think she's out here

in her favorite spot
taking the sun.

Here you are, Doc.

Let me see.

Yeah, she's pregnant, alright.
Could deliver any day now.

Think she'll be alright, Doc?

Well, I haven't
had much experience

with a cat
this age having kittens.

She could have
a rough time of it.

I think you ought to
make her a bed in the house.

There's a good chance she'll
use it when the time comes,

it ought to be warm and quiet.

Yeah, we'll do that
for you, Doc.

I think this is one of the
prettiest fall days I ever saw.

It's a little hard to be working

with the fish all jumping
down at Drucilla's Pond.

Now, don't tempt me, Zeb.

I got to get over
to the Johnson's.

Anybody ever tell you you're
too old for this sort of thing?

I want John to see how beautiful
these cookies are, Olivia.

Once the children get to them,

there won't be
anything left to see.

Aren't they beautiful, Grandma?

They won't even notice.
They'll just gobble them down.

That will be the pleasure,
seeing them eaten.

I won't be making them
just for myself.

When I think of all the favorite
things I used to fix for Bob.

Olivia, I worry about you
going back to that apartment.

You thought about moving in with
another girl, a nice roommate?

Aunt Olivia, I'm too old
for a roommate.

I've grown past that.

I have to get used to
being alone.

Maybe you could get a job in
Charlottesville

or some town nearby.

That way, you could come home
for the weekends.

I'd feel better
knowing you were near.

I could get spoiled.

Spoiled?
Wore out is more like it.

Big families are just
a lot of hard work. And loud.

Boy, look at them cookies.

I sure hope you made
a whole bunch, Olivia,

'cause I could eat them
in one gulp.

-He probably could.
-Jason, I wish you'd grow up.

If he gets to them first,
there won't be any for anyone.

Stop your squabbling,
go wash up for dinner.

Jason.

You can't say that
this family isn't blessed

with a good appetite.

-Yeah.
-That's for sure.

I don't know that
I'd call that a blessing.

You ought to be grateful,
Esther, that someone here

-appreciates your fine cooking.
-That's right.

I'm gonna have another helping
of these string beans here, Ma.

-Last crop of the season.
-They sure are good and tender.

Wait till you see them
cookies Olivia made.

I'm glad I saved
some room, Livie.

What room? You're getting fat!

I'm still a fine figure
of a man, Esther.

It's due to your cooking,

however, that my chest
has slipped.

Alright, no whispering at
the table. Finish your supper.

Mama, Ike Godsey got in
that new shipment of cloth.

I was thinking we could
go down tomorrow

and pick material
for my new dress.

I was planning on putting up
green tomato relish tomorrow.

Well, I'll go with you,
Mary Ellen.

That is, if you don't
need me for the canning.

No, Olivia, I think
that's a great idea.

Thanks, Olivia.

-Mama, may I be excused?
-Yes, Elizabeth.

She only half-finished her meal.

-May I be excused, Mama?
-Excuse me.

-Now, wait. Hold it, hold it.
-Thank you.

Children of this day and age,
they just have it too easy.

When I was little, I wouldn't
dare get up without permission.

They did ask
for permission, Grandma.

They sure didn't wait to get it.

I guess you're right, Ma.

Surprise!

-Is it for me?
-Yeah.

-Well, it's not my birthday.
-Please open it.

-Come on, hurry.
-Come on.

We remembered
about you and Bob's kite.

We thought it'd help
remind you of that day.

Oh, you've all been so kind
and thoughtful.

I wish there was some way
that I could thank you

for me and for Bob.

Elizabeth. It's alright,
sweetheart. It's alright.

-We thought she'd like it.
-It was a nice kite.

We thought we can go up to
John-Boy's meadow

and fly it with her.

Your thoughts were kind and
loving, and that's all matters.

It's just that sometimes
being reminded of something

out of the pasts till hurts
a little. Come on, smile.

Elizabeth, you can do better
than that. That's better.

Oh, Mary Ellen,

I feel terrible
about the children.

-It just caught me off my guard.
-They were just trying to help.

They just didn't realize
it wasn't the right way.

It hurts here.

It feels like
something's tearing away at me.

I think I'm free of it,

and then it just comes
right back again.

Maybe you'll just have to wait
for a lot of time to go by.

What's happening
downstairs, Mama?

Elizabeth's cat
is having her kittens,

and I'm afraid the poor thing
is not doing too well.

Mary Ellen, go on
downstairs and help.

I'll stay with Olivia.

Thank you, child.

Alright.

She's real quiet.

Oh, Grandma, do something.

Honey, it's up to Calico.

It's in her nature
to know what to do. Wait.

Looks real weak.

-Come on.
-John.

Why don't you children sort of
come over around to here?

It's not easy for her.
She's having a hard time.

-Make it easier...
-Come on, Jason.

...standing around
looking at her.

Come on, good girl.
You can do it.

Come on, give me the towel.

Sorry, Grandma.

Daddy, she'll
be alright, won't she?

-She's trying, honey.
-Wet those, please.

Here, come here, dear.
Sit up here.

Yeah. Alright.

Here you go, Grandma.

Good girl.

Good girl. Come on.

Here we go.

Here comes the first one.

You can do it.

Here she goes. There it is.

Is it a boy or a girl?

I can't tell you.
I'll tell you later, Jason.

Now you can see the miracle
of newborn life.

Yuck.

-She'll be alright.
-She's doing okay.

She's in... Look, Daddy.

I think she's gonna
do it again.

They've been known
to do that.

Here, Grandma,
you take the first one.

You're doing just fine.
Keep trying, old girl.

Come on, sweetheart. Come on.

-Here it is again.
-She did!

Oh, so cute.

Oh, yeah.

You're doing fine, old girl.

Oh, I wish
I was as sure as you, Zeb.

She's having trouble.

I'm afraid this one
isn't going to be easy.

Better get the scissors.

She doesn't look good.

She's finished the cleanings.

Oh, Lord. Okay, come on.

You better take
the next one, Grandma.

Yeah.

You'll be alright, Calico.

You'll be alright.

We'd better
save the kitten, Grandma.

-Calico!
-Come on, get the scissors.

-Erin!
-Daddy, what's the matter?

-Come on, hurry up.
-Just too old, honey.

-Calico!
-Too old.

Don't die, Calico.

Calico!

Try to clean
the kitten off. Thank you.

Try to clean the kitten...
Wait, I've got it.

Oh, Calico,
please don't die, Calico!

Clean it off.

Is she alright?

Erin.

Calico.

It won't do any good
to cry about it, Elizabeth.

-They're so cute.
-And so helpless.

Oh, Calico,
please don't die, Calico!

Grandma marched me right across
that bridge, and talked to me...

That's Elizabeth.
Something's wrong.

Go on, Olivia,
I'll be alright.

I'll be back.
You try to rest a while.

It's gonna be touch and go
without their mama.

It's gonna be a long night.

There's gonna be
a lot of long nights.

Come here, sweetheart. Oh, baby.

There, there.

Mama, why did Calico
have to die?

Oh, I don't know, sweetheart.
I guess it was just her time.

Well, they won't live long
without food.

What are we gonna do?

Daddy, don't you think
we ought to try to save...

Do you have an eyedropper?

-We were gonna...
-Grandma.

Eyedropper?

Oh, there's one upstairs
in the medicine cabinet.

I'll go get it.

Would you heat me up some milk?

Just lukewarm,
and hurry, please.

I'll take care of it.

-Can we do anything, Olivia?
-You think they'll live?

I don't know.
They've got a chance.

But it means constant care,
around the clock.

-But we can all help, can't we?
-Tell us what to do.

Well, get me a hot water bottle
and some flannel wrapping.

Sure, I'll get it.

Their gonna need the heat they
get from their mother's body.

Olivia, thank you.

-Thank me if it works.
-Here's the eye dropper.

Just lukewarm.
Here, you hold this.

See, they're born
with a sucking instinct.

If I put it in its mouth,
it would choke.

But when I put it on its upper
lip, it knows to suck it in.

Come on.

There.

Okay. Now I start with
the first one again.

Newborn kittens nurse
almost constantly

for the first 24 hours,

so it means getting milk
into them over and over again.

Honey, where would you learn
cat doctoring?

Oh, I've raised a lot of cats.

Are they going to live?

I'm pretty sure they will,
Elizabeth,

if they get the care
they need these first hours.

Alright, everybody,
let's go to bed.

If you're gonna help feed
these kittens,

you gotta get some sleep.

Yeah, let's go upstairs
and make a schedule.

Okay.

Poor Calico.

Is it the way you hurt?

Yes.

Does it stop hurting sometime?

Yes, Elizabeth, it will.

Oh, Zeb, you're gonna
give yourself a hernia.

They're too heavy.

Oh, when will you stop
treating me like an old man?

Cousin Olivia!

What's this? Is this for me?

She's the only girl
in the bunch.

I figure you could
call her Calico II.

Oh, thank you,
Elizabeth. Thank you.

Thank you.

I'll write to you
and I'll tell you

how Calico II is getting along.

Olivia. We're gonna miss that
bus if we don't leave right now.

We're late.
Come on, we've gotta go.

-Bye-bye.
-Goodbye.

-Goodbye.
-Come on, children, we gotta go.

-She's gonna be late.
-Bye-bye, Olivia.

Let's go. Let her go.

Don't forget to write.

Our family learned
a lot that fall.

About life, about loss,
but mostly about loving,

thanks to Olivia,
and to Calico.

-Daddy?
-Yes, Elizabeth?

When I get married,
do I have to leave here?

-You'll probably want to, honey.
-No, I won't. I'd be too lonely.

Can't I stay here?

If you still want to
when you're married,

maybe we can work something out.

Good night, Mama.
Good night, Daddy.

-Good night, Elizabeth.
-Good night, Elizabeth.