All language subtitles for The Waltons S08E05 The Innocents.DVDRip.HI.en

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

Didn't I warn you monkeys
about running out in the road?

What's the matter
with the two of you?

- I nearly ran over them!
- They ran right in front of the car.

- Where are their mothers?
- At the defense plant.

Pickett's put on a
lot of women there.

J.D., those are not stray
dogs. They're children.

Now, you gotta do
something to help them.

From what I hear, this is happening
at defense plants all over the country.

Well, I don't know what's going
on in the rest of the country,

but I'm not gonna let it
happen right under my nose.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

- I just opened a day nursery.
- You sure you wanna do this?

It's the perfect job for me
and I'm certainly well trained.

It'll be like having
a whole new family.

ALL: E-F-G...

(MACHINE HUMMING)

- Where's Elwin?
- He went that way.

Don't let any of
the others run off.

I'll come by and see you
whenever I can, all right, Anna Mae?

- Goodbye, ma'am.
- Give me a kiss.

It's a real shame.

I never thought I'd see the day when I'd
be turning children away from my door.

JOHN-BOY: Although we were thousands
of miles from the bombs of World War Il,

every day there were
reminders that the

tranquility of our lives
had been shattered.

As the fighting continued, my
mother became increasingly restless.

She yearned to be active,

to make some contribution that
would bring peace again to the world.

MARY ELLEN: I bet you're
going to have a girl, Cindy.

CINDY: What makes you say that?

Because Ben really
wants it to be a boy.

- For a nurse, that's not very scientific.
- You ready, Cindy?

Just about.

- Where are you two going?
- To Rockfish.

To get some baby
clothes. You wanna come?

- No, thanks. I'll finish that, Cindy.
- Thank you.

- Cindy, what do you think you're doing?
- Isn't it obvious?

Let everyone
else do the lifting.

Mama, will you please
remind Cindy to not overdo?

Cindy knows she only has to do
as much work as she feels up to.

I played baseball all
during my pregnancy.

Well, Cindy's a lot more
delicate than you are.

- Thanks.
- CINDY: I'm not going to break, Ben.

BEN: All right. Just don't
forget your morning nap, okay?

I'll take a nap if I feel like a nap.
After I get back from Rockfish.

Rockfish?

I don't think it's a good idea for
you to be running around this county.

CINDY: Ben!

Okay, go. Just be careful, okay?

(CINDY EXHALES)

Mama, I'm counting on
you to make Cindy sensible.

I'll just be a minute. I left my
purse up in Mary Ellen's room.

- I'll run up and get it.
- You're not running anywhere. I'll get it.

Ben, would you tell Elizabeth to hurry
up? I promised I'd drop her off at Ike's.

BEN: Okay, Mama.

That man, he's going to drive
me crazy before this is all over.

John used to be like
that when I was expecting.

He calmed down somewhere
around the time Elizabeth was born.

Well, I think I'll just have one. I
don't think I could go through it again.

OLIVIA: Elizabeth!

Didn't I warn you monkeys
about running out in the road?

What's the matter
with the two of you?

- I nearly ran over them!
- They ran right in front of the car.

This is exactly
what I was afraid of.

They've been chasing around
the store all morning long.

- Where are their mothers?
- At the defense plant.

Pickett's put on a lot of women there.
Now, you two go back to the plant.

You've worn out your
welcome around here.

What's there for them
to do at the plant?

Nothing. But at least I won't
feel responsible for them.

You two want to get in the car?

We're going past there.
We'll give you a lift.

- Are you all right? That was quite a jolt.
- I'm fine. Just don't tell Ben, okay?

My lips are sealed.

- Bye-bye, Mama.
- Bye, Elizabeth. Bye-bye, Ike.

How's this one, Elizabeth?

(BELLS DINGING)

Mr. Godsey.

What do you think?

Well, it looks nice, but isn't
it a little dressy for the store?

Doesn't it remind
you of something?

- You want me to order fruit.
- What?

Well, you're wearing
fruit, they're cherries,

and I thought that
you wanted me to...

Mr. Godsey, I had this on, on a
very romantic occasion in our lives.

One that happened this
very same time of year.

I give up.

This is the dress I had on the
night you asked me to marry you.

Oh, yeah.

Well, I thought since our
anniversary is coming up shortly,

that perhaps we could
recreate that romantic occasion

by swaying to the music
of Begin the Beguine.

Corabeth, now, you don't remember
that I couldn't do them dances then,

and I can't do them now. All I can do
is just the hoofing that I do with Ben.

Well, perhaps we might have
a romantic candlelight dinner.

Hey, that's a good idea.

We could do it some night
when I'm having a blackout drill.

Which reminds me, I'm late for a
Civil Defense meeting right now.

Ta-ta. Bye, kids.

- That man is utterly hopeless.
- What's wrong, Mama?

I have done everything possible
to recreate our affaire la coeur.

He refuses to take the hint.

- Which anniversary is it?
- Our fifth.

I had hoped that we would
do something romantic.

- Do you know what we did last year?
- What?

We went to the movies in
Rockfish. Abbott and Costello.

Mr. Godsey slept
all the way through it.

- Is your papa romantic?
- Very.

I wonder if he could
give my papa a push.

- Why don't we?
- How?

We could make Corabeth
an anniversary dinner

with music and
candlelight and dancing.

- You heard him. He can't dance.
- Well, we could teach him.

I don't know.

ELWIN: Thanks,
lady. Come on, Rob.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

Hi. What's your name?

- Anna Mae.
- CINDY: Olivia.

It's a baby.

Her name's Barbara.
She's my little sister.

She's very sweet,

but she's much too young to be
left in a car. Is your mama in there?

She comes out to see
us on her lunch hour.

- I'm going to go talk to Erin.
- What about her?

You keep an eye on her.

- Yeah, but what about all the other kids?
- Keep an eye on them, too.

But what if the boys start a
fight, or if she starts to cry?

Stop the fight and rock the baby.
It'll be good experience for you.

(DOOR OPENS)

Hi, Mama. You come
to apply for a job?

No, I just came to drop off two
little boys I almost ran into at Ike's.

What are all those children
doing out there in the parking lot?

Their mamas don't have
anywhere to take them.

I've been trying
to schedule breaks

so their mothers can go out and check
on them every once in a while, but...

Erin, where are those
requisition forms?

Howdy, Olivia. Come to see
how your little girl is doing?

I'm more concerned about the
girls and boys running loose outside.

Yeah, they concern
me, too. Such a nuisance.

Do you intend to do
anything about them?

It's not my business.
I got a factory to run.

J.D., those are not stray
dogs. Those are children.

There's a little baby being
taken care of by an 8-year-old.

Now, you gotta do
something to help them.

Well, I am! I'm letting them
make free with my parking lot.

Can't you find a room that's
somewhere in here, for them to play?

Be sensible, Olivia. There's not
a square inch that I don't need.

How about rearranging
some of the storage areas?

From what I hear, this is happening
at defense plants all over the country.

I don't know what makes you
think it ought to be any different here.

Well, I don't know what's going
on in the rest of the country,

but I'm not gonna let it
happen right under my nose.

And if you're not going to
do something about it, I will.

Go ahead. I got a war to win. My
job is to beat Hitler, not to baby-sit.

Your mother's got to be about
the stubbornest women I ever met.

I know. Isn't she wonderful?

Give me those forms. Thank you.

ELIZABETH: "How to dance like
Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers

"even if you
have two left feet."

- Does Ike have two left feet?
- (CHUCKLES) Metaphorically, yes.

Well, if you look here,

they've got little footprints showing
you where to put your feet in the step.

Right. All we have to do is transfer
them on to the butcher paper.

Did you remember Ike's shoes?

Ah, good.

What in the world
are you two girls up to?

We're going to teach
my papa how to dance.

He has two
metaphorical left feet.

It's just a surprise for my
mama on their anniversary.

Sort of a crash course.

I don't know. It sounds kind of fishy to
me. You know, I've never put much stock

in these magazine articles
that promise miracles.

Well, don't you think
that Ike could do it?

Well, I never knew anybody who
learned to dance from a magazine.

- All Ike needs is a good partner.
- We don't have anyone like that.

Yes, you do. I was the Queen
of the Blue Moon Ballroom.

Well, could you teach
Ike how to dance?

Well, a couple of lessons from me and
Corabeth will be calling him Twinkle Toes.

But what about
romantic-type dances?

The samba or
better yet the tango.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

These Latin rhythms, I tell you,
they really bring out the best in a man.

Or a woman!

Great! When can you start?

Can you pick it up,
Jim-Bob? You're dragging.

Why don't you slow down
a bit? I am getting tired.

- Hi, Mama.
- Hi, Mama.

JOHN: Hey, Liv. That
was a quick trip to Rockfish.

I didn't go to Rockfish,
I got me a job instead.

I thought we talked about that.

I feel like it's time I did
something for the war effort.

I'm not gonna have you wearing
yourself out in some assembly line.

You sure are quick
to jump to conclusions.

Why don't you come outside
and see what I've been doing?

All right.

Look at this.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

- I just opened a day nursery.
- Liv.

Their mothers all
work at Pickett's,

and they needed someone
to look after the children.

Do they know you brought
them here, or did you steal them?

Erin and I talked
to the mothers.

BOY 1: Look out! Look out!
BOY 2: Let me get out of here.

You sure you wanna do this?

It's the perfect job for me,
and I'm certainly well trained.

It'll be like having
a whole new family.

(HORN HONKING)

JOHN: I don't remember
ours being so young.

- Or so loud.
- Isn't it exciting?

I can't tell you how
much I appreciate this.

It worried me, leaving Anna
Mae outside the factory all day.

She is kind of young
to be on her own.

I just didn't know
what else to do.

I had a baby-tender at first,
but her husband got drafted

and she followed him up north.
And I tried the neighbors, but...

Well, they're all moving away,
getting defense jobs in the cities.

The war has turned all our lives
around. Where's Anna Mae's daddy?

He's in the Navy, on a
destroyer somewhere.

Well, Anna Mae and I, we get
along fine on his allotment checks.

It's just our land's been
mortgaged, and, well,

I kept falling behind on the payments.
If I don't work, we'll lose everything.

Excepting for Anna Mae, I
don't mind doing war work.

Makes me feel
close to her daddy.

Is there anything special
I should know about her?

Well, I guess you sort of noticed
she's rather fond of that blanket.

My son, John-Boy, used
to carry a blanket around

till it was nothing more than a
sliver. He even had a name for it.

(CHUCKLES)

Anna Mae doesn't have
a name for her blanket,

but she loves it anyway.

Morning.

You looking for someone?

You looking for Mrs. Walton, the
lady who's going to take care of you?

She's downstairs.

- Don't you speak?
- Is this the bathroom?

No, the bathroom's
down the hall to your right.

This is your right.

Come on, I'll show you.

I guess I better be
going to work now.

Anna Mae?

Anna Mae, come and
kiss your mama goodbye.

Looks like she's
sort of wandered off.

Well, she has to do some exploring
before she feels comfortable here,

and I don't want you
worrying about a thing.

- We'll get along just fine.
- Thank you.

If you have any questions you
will call me at the plant, won't you?

- Sure.
- My shift gets off around 4:00.

- How long have you two been here?
- Hours and hours ago.

- Sounds like you're about ready for a nap.
- Well, maybe not that long.

Come on, let's go in the house.

- Mama, look what I got.
- Hi, Charlie. You've come to play?

Their mama just dropped
them off by the mill.

Are you sure you know what
you've gotten yourself into?

- Sure.
- In that case, here.

- What's this?
- Clean diapers.

I think you're
going to need them.

- Sooner than you think.
- Come here, sweetheart.

(BARBARA COOING)

Yes, yes.

(PIANO PLAYING OFF-KEY)

Rob, do you know another tune?

Serena, would you ask your grandma
to come down here and take the baby?

I wish you would've gotten
more girls and not so many boys.

Boys are such roughnecks!

That's enough. Young man?

The concert is over.

Daddy, somebody's
locked in the bathroom.

Well, we've got Barbara and
Charlie and Elwin and Rob.

- It's gotta be Anna Mae.
- Any chance of getting her out of there?

She wouldn't say anything to
me, but there is part of a blanket

- sticking out from under the door.
- It's definitely Anna Mae.

Get the ladder. We'll have
to go in through the window.

Just like the good old days.

This is the part of the old
days that wasn't so good.

(BARBARA COOING)

"Please don't take my
baby," she begged him.

"Then guess my name," he said.
"Is it Willoughby Parker?" she said.

"No!" he said. "Is it
Lucas Littlefinger?"

"No." "Is it "Rumpelstiltskin?"

And the little man was so angry
that she'd guessed his name,

that he stamped so hard, he
went right through the ground

and nobody ever saw him again.
And everybody lived happily ever after.

Don't you know any
stories about submarines?

- No, but I'll see if I can find you one.
- Here, part of your audience is missing.

John says he doesn't need
any more help over at the mill.

Next time you ask to go
to the bathroom, Elwin,

it looks like I'm gonna
have to come with you.

(IKE CHUCKLES)

How's the babysitting
business coming?

She's wonderful. I
wish I had her knack.

You have to learn for your own
survival. What brings you two here?

Well, Papa promised
to learn how to dance.

- Are we opening a dancing school too?
- Rose has promised to teach me to dance.

- I hope I don't break her toes.
- Good luck.

Aunt Olivia? Aren't you
gonna tell us another story?

- No, it's Cindy's turn now.
- But I don't know any children's stories.

OLIVIA: Make something up.

Okay, now, there was
this old man, okay?

Won't you come join us?

We're going to be
playing games in a minute.

I'm waiting for Barbara
to wake up from her nap.

I ain't supposed to
put her out of my sight.

It's good of you to take
responsibility that way,

but I think you can ease up now.

There are plenty of grown-ups
around to look after her.

I'll wait here until
she wakes up.

- How old are you, Charlie?
- Eight.

Eight.

Taking care of a baby is a lot
of work for an eight-year-old.

My grandma used to tend us both,

but she got laid up with
the pneumonia in the spring,

and now I got to do it.

Your mama and daddy
must be very proud of you.

I don't know whether my
dad's proud of me or not.

He's off fighting in the war.

(CHILDREN CHEERING)

CINDY: Okay.

Okay, now, you guys know this game? It's
called concentration. It goes like this.

You're sure you don't wanna join us?
Sounds like they're having a good time.

You go on.

I used to have a little boy like you once.
Took care of his brothers and sisters,

took his chores and
his school very seriously.

And when he'd finish,
he'd go up to his room

and write everything
down in a notebook.

Finally, his daddy and I started worrying.
It seemed like he'd forgotten how to play.

So you know what we
did? We kidnapped him.

- You did?
- Mmm-hmm.

We took him up to the
mountain with a fishing pole,

and we told him he couldn't
come home until he caught his limit.

Charlie, there's only one time when you
can be a little boy, and that's right now.

I'm sure you could be much more of a
help to your mama if you played a little.

Don't worry about your sister. There's
plenty of folks to take care of her.

Now, am I going to
have to kidnap you, too?

No, ma'am. Your little
boy catch any fish that day?

He caught two rainbow
trout and a case of poison ivy.

- Where is he now?
- We don't know, Charlie.

He's in the war somewhere,
just like your daddy.

CINDY: This old man
wasn't really an old man.

He was a beautiful prince and when
she grew up, she became his queen.

Don't you think that's sweet?

Now, Rose, if this is too much
bother, you feel free to call it off, okay?

Oh, no.

Ike, think how happy it's
gonna make Corabeth.

Yeah, but... Hey, I
could buy Corabeth

a great big box of
chocolate-covered cherries, huh?

But, Papa, you promised.

Ike, if music is the language of love,
then dance is the exclamation point.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(IKE SNEEZING)

What's the matter, Ike? Are
you allergic to dancing lessons?

I don't know, I just got a whiff
of that fancy perfume of yours.

It's called Amour Amour.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Now, Ike, we'll start with the most
romantic dance of all, the tango.

And the rhythm is thus,
slow, slow, quick, quick, slow.

And the feet go like this.

(TANGO PLAYING)

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow.

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow.

- Got it?
- Well, that looks simple enough.

Aren't you supposed to have
a rose between your teeth?

That's only for
advanced students.

- All right, Ike, here we go.
- All right, yeah.

Left foot first. That's
this one. All right.

Yeah. Yeah.

- Slow...
- Wait, wait, let me... Left foot?

- Just take it easy.
- All right.

Okay, here we go. Slow,
slow, quick, quick, slow.

- Come on, now, Ike, you can do it.
- All right.

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow.

- Hey, that's not so bad.
- Well, you're doing just fine.

- Let's try a variation, now.
- Variation?

Yes. It's a weaving
motion. Now, watch me.

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow.

What's that called?

Well, it's still the tango,
but I call it the butterfly.

Butterfly?

- All right, let's go.
- Yeah.

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

The butterfly. What
are we gonna do now?

Well, now, Ike, you got to
watch your shoulders in this.

- All right.
- Very important. All right, now.

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow.

Look out, world, I'm
coming out of my cocoon.

- I'm much obliged, Swanson.
- No problem.

J.D. was in an awful
hurry to get this lumber.

You got any idea
what he wanted it for?

Told me he was turning this
building here into storage rooms.

- Strange place for storage.
- Yeah, J.D.'s got some peculiar ideas.

And I guess, if you're boss
you can get away with that, huh?

Mr. Walton, I hear your wife's
looking out for the workers' children.

That's right.

I'd sure appreciate it if you'd
take my little girl with you.

My wife's a nurse at the VA hospital, so
Bernice has been coming here with me.

- I don't know...
- Bernice.

Bernice, come out here
now, and meet this nice man.

- This is Mr. Walton.
- BERNICE: Are you the man I'm going with?

I did kind of mention to her
that maybe you'd take her in.

I guess one more won't
make any difference.

- Thank you, Mr. Walton.
- All right.

- Come on, little lady.
- You can call me Bernice.

I can read and write, and do my
multiplication tables up to the sevens.

And I'm only eight years old.

- How old are you?
- I'm too old.

You be good. Bye.

Okay, you can do
multiplication till when, seven?

- Yeah.
- How much is seven times six?

- 42.
- Hey, that's right!

(IKE GROANING IN PAIN)

- What is it? Are you in pain?
- Oh, my back.

Yes. Right across here.

- Your sacroiliac?
- Yeah.

Whatever from?

Yesterday I was moving about
a little bit more than I'm used to

and I must be out of condition, I guess.
I think I'll go take a hot bath and relax.

(IKE GROANING)

How odd.

Perfume. Cheap, French perfume.

OLIVIA: H-I-J-K-L-M-N.

- I got all the way to N. I'm the best.
- Not everyone's had their turn yet.

Elwin, how about you?

I don't want to.
Jumping rope is for girls.

- Well, the girls played marbles with you.
- Aunt Olivia, why don't you take a turn?

Oh, goodness. I haven't
jumped rope for a hundred years.

- Come on, Olivia. Try it.
- Come on, Aunt Olivia.

(SIGHS)

- CHILDREN: Come on, come on, Aunt Olivia.
- All right, I'll have a try at it.

OLIVIA: Ready?

(OLIVIA LAUGHING)

Faster!

Apple jelly, my jam tart. Tell
me the name of your sweetheart.

A-B-C-D-E-F-G.

Looks like we're gonna
have to find you a boyfriend

with a name that starts with G.

- Where's Elwin?
- He went that way.

Don't let any of
the others run off.

CINDY: Okay, come on,
Anna Mae. You ready?

- A.
- ANNA MAE: I wasn't ready.

CINDY: All right. Come on.

Is he all right?

I thought I told you
to stay out of the mill.

It was my fault. I took my
eyes off him for 30 seconds.

I wasn't doing anything.

You know you could
have cut yourself real bad?

- Ben, will you take him back to Cindy?
- Sure, Mama. Come on.

Liv, I don't know if this is going
to work out. It's just too dangerous.

We raised seven of our own here.

Ours understand about
machinery, Liv. They grew up with it.

These kids don't
know anything about it.

It's too risky. Somebody's
gonna get hurt real bad.

I don't want that any
more than you do,

but I can't stand the thought of
sending them back to that parking lot.

We may have to.

I understand, Reverend.

It wouldn't have been the best
place for the children to play anyway.

It's just that I'm desperate.

If you can think of anything,
will you let me know? Thank you.

- Any luck?
- They're renovating the school

from top to bottom. It's
gonna take another month.

Did you try the
old Bonner cabin?

It's there. It's empty
but the roof caved in.

- How about you?
- Nothing in Rockfish.

Between the Army camp
and the defense plant,

every room, storefront
and public building is full up.

- How about the church?
- Meetings all the time.

Red Cross, Gold Star
Mothers, volunteer services.

What, with Ike's Civil
Defense work in the canteen,

Godsey's Hall is being used most of
the time. I don't know which way to turn.

You can't say you didn't try.
Something's gonna turn up.

I know it wasn't much, but at least I
felt like I was doing something useful.

Come on, honey. Let's go to bed.

You're going to wear
out that glass, Mama.

I may not be able to operate a nursery
for children, but I sure can clean windows.

I'm sorry it didn't
work out for you.

- How sorry?
- I'm very sorry.

Then you'll feel better
giving me a hand.

- How about brushing up that screen?
- Okay.

It was real good that Cindy worked
with all those kids. Especially the baby.

She reminded me of the
way you used to be with us,

which was real patient.
You didn't yell at us.

Seems to me, I used to
holler at you on occasion.

Like when?

Like when you climbed down that
rope into that well we used to have.

- Why would I do something like that?
- You said you were trying to get to China.

- Well, that makes sense.
- You scared me to death.

- Did you spank me?
- I should have.

But, no, I hugged you to pieces
and smothered you with kisses.

I still feel like doing
that from time to time.

Why don't we finish
that window, okay?

The canteen will
be closed tomorrow,

so we can have the
anniversary dinner there.

We can work on it all afternoon,
and Mama will never know.

What kind of romantic
foods are we going to make?

French haute cuisine. I learned
all about it in my cooking class.

- We'll start with escargot.
- Escargot? What's that?

- Snails.
- You gotta be kidding.

- No, really. Snails are really chic food.
- I hope Ike and Corabeth know that.

- The French eat them all the time.
- Well, Ike and Corabeth aren't French.

Yes, but Mama's a gourmet.

- Are you going to bring the records?
- Sure. It'll be a night made for love.

- Yes. And Mama and Papa will dance.
- I can see it now.

Corabeth, my sweet, may I please
have the pleasure of this dance?

Of course, Mr. Godsey.

You dance divinely, Mr. Godsey.

Corabeth, my sweet, you
dance and you look like an angel.

(AIMEE EXCLAIMS)

(BELLS DINGING)

- What is going on?
- We were just practicing our dancing.

(EXCLAIMS)

Well, if that is to be one
of your heart's desires,

you had better make sure that
whoever your partner is in life,

- also appreciates the art of Terpsichore.
- Yes, Mama.

What is it? The two of
you are positively giddy.

Well, I think it's just a
phase we're going through.

AIMEE: Can we go now, Mama?

Very well, but please,
if you wish in the future

to appear graceful,
do not giggle.

(BOTH GIGGLING)

It is most unladylike.

(IKE WHISTLING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

- Mr. Godsey, that is an interesting tune.
- What?

The tune that you've been whistling
so gaily. It is from the opera, Carmen.

A tale of mystery,
passion and intrigue.

(CHUCKLING) I didn't
even know I was whistling.

- Where are you going?
- I got some errands I got to run.

Mr. Godsey, you've gone on
an errand every day this week.

Corabeth, I gotta go.

- JOHN: Ike.
- Hi, John. Corabeth will take care of you.

Corabeth, what's the matter?

- John, I'm so distressed.
- What happened?

I strongly suspect that Mr. Godsey is
keeping company with another woman.

Corabeth, where did
you ever get that idea?

Well, he makes some feeble excuse
every morning to go on an errand.

And then, when he comes back,
he's whistling some provocative tune.

And he always reeks of perfume.
Strong, French, cheap perfume.

Corabeth, I think you're getting
yourself all worked up over nothing.

Is this my imagination? I
found it among his things.

Who is she, John?

Well, as a matter of fact,
there is another woman, but...

Is she attractive?

It has nothing to do with
love, Corabeth. Trust me.

Trust you?

I doubt that I'll ever be able
to trust another man again.

Now, what do you want?

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Hi, John.

- How do I look?
- You look like Rudolph Valentino.

All you need is a camel.

(IKE LAUGHING)

Want to try it, John?

No, thank you. I'll
just sit this one out.

- There's something you two should know.
- What's that?

Corabeth thinks Ike's
seeing another woman.

(IKE EXCLAIMS)

Now, whatever would give
her a crazy idea like that?

Among other things, she found
one of Rose's handkerchiefs.

- Did it have morning glories all over it?
- As I recall, it did.

(EXCLAIMS) I've been looking
everywhere for that hanky.

It was given to
me by an old beau.

He was wild about me and
he is a wonderful dancer.

How he could dip!

- Is Corabeth really jealous?
- Good and jealous.

Mr. Perkins from
Howardsville, Virginia.

Who would've ever thought
of that? Corabeth jealous.

A traveling man. He sold
neckties and patent leather shoes.

Well, that is just too
much. Corabeth jealous.

(IKE LAUGHS)

Well, now, maybe we ought
to stop the dancing lessons.

Nothing doing. That will make
the surprise tomorrow all the better.

Well, it'll give me an extra
day to be a femme fatale.

That's what Mr. Perkins
always called me.

Who's Mr. Perkins?

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Dance, Ike. You're superb.

Mama, I called you
the minute I found out.

Where's J.D. now?

He's inside. They
just brought the bar in.

Thanks for letting
me know, Erin.

You better get back to
work. I'll handle J.D. Pickett.

- I sure would like to see this.
- You better not.

You might find out that your
mama's less of a lady than you think.

(MAN EXCLAIMS)

Howdy, Olivia.

J.D., three days ago you assured
me you had no space for the children.

- True then, true now.
- What about this room?

Well, this is a tavern,
not an oversized playpen.

After all, my workers
need a place to unwind.

You're making it
sound like charity.

All you're doing is taking back the
hard-earned money you pay them.

Now, now, Olivia, don't you
think you should spend more time

looking after your own brood and
less time worrying about my business?

Those children are everybody's business.
They deserve our help. Yours and mine.

Deserve? Now you're
overreacting, just like a woman.

This is my land to do with as I please,
and you've no legal rights to object.

How about moral rights?

Look, Olivia, if you want to play
goody-two-shoes to those kids, fine.

But don't expect me to do the same.
I'm doing what I want with this building.

Now, if you'd care to
come back in a few days,

I'd be honored if you'd
join me in a free beer.

J.D., I just might be sorely
tempted to pour it down your neck.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Good morning, Mrs. Kass.
Didn't you get my message?

I'm sorry to hear
about the day nursery.

I came by to see if it was
something Anna Mae did.

No, of course not. It
just couldn't be helped.

If it's money you need, I
could pay you a few dollars.

No, it's not the money.

It's just that my husband
runs a business here.

There's lots of equipment in and
out all day, dangerous machinery.

We couldn't take a chance that
one of the children might be hurt.

MRS. KASS: Anna
Mae was real happy here.

She doesn't like having to
go back to the parking lot.

I don't like to think of her
having to go back there.

I'll come by and see you
whenever I can, all right, Anna Mae?

- Goodbye, ma'am.
- Give me a kiss.

It's a real shame.

I never thought I'd see the day when I'd
be turning children away from my door.

Liv, I just can't take the chance
of a serious accident happening.

I know, but it doesn't ease my
heart when I have to tell the parents.

AIMEE: How's that?
ELIZABETH: No, it's way too tall.

They won't be able to
gaze into each other's eyes.

All right. I'll
put it over here.

- We've done just about everything.
- It just doesn't look that romantic.

With the candlelight and
music, it'll be very romantic.

I got the champagne.

- I knew you could do it.
- Close the door.

I couldn't have done it without the help
of a certain United States Army corporal.

I had to get him out of
guard duty for a whole week.

Jason, you're a real pal.

This looks real nice. Wouldn't mind
bringing a girl here myself sometime.

Not tonight.

- Well, good luck, you two.
- ELIZABETH: Okay.

- Happy anniversary, Ike.
- Thanks, Jason.

Papa, what are you doing here?
The surprise isn't for half an hour.

I just had my last
lesson from Aunt Rose.

It's not bad.

- Not bad? It's superb.
- You bought her a present?

What do you think,
I'm not romantic?

(IKE HUMMING)

Papa's turning out to be
a pretty smooth dancer.

Too bad we can't teach him to
whisper sweet nothings in Corabeth's ear.

I wonder what he got her.

What is this?

It is a suitcase, Mr. Godsey,
as any fool can plainly see.

Yeah, but what are you doing?
I mean, I don't understand.

I do not wish to discuss
the matter any further.

I've spent a considerable amount
of time finding just the right words.

I put it all in this letter.
It is my final comment.

But you didn't have to take
all your time to write it out.

I mean, you could have just told
me what you wanted to tell me.

See what it says here, "Dear
Mr. Godsey, I'm leaving you."

You didn't say anything else,
and you didn't even sign it.

Well, who else would be sending
it? It's over, Mr. Godsey, over.

- Corabeth. Now, hold on.
- To what? Our crumbling marriage?

I believe in fidelity.
'Tis a pity you don't.

Corabeth, I love you.

You have a fine way you of showing it.
Slipping around with some home-wrecker.

- Well, I can explain that.
- Well, I'm waiting.

- I just can't explain it yet.
- Well, then, I am leaving.

I'm not spending another
night with a Casanova.

All right, go. But go tell
Aimee that you're leaving.

I'm taking Aimee with me.

I do not intend to leave her under
the bad influence of a philanderer.

All right, ask her. I'll bet
you a nickel she stays.

(EXCLAIMS) You see, you've
added gambling to your sins.

- Aimee!
- Corabeth, Aimee is in the canteen.

You see what a bad influence you
are! Letting her run around with soldiers!

(DOOR OPENING)

- GIRLS: Happy Anniversary!
- Happy Anniversary, honey.

Oh, Mr. Godsey.

I am overwhelmed.

Now, that's from me. But Aimee
and Elizabeth did all the work.

I don't know what to say.

(TANGO PLAYING)

Before you desert me,
may I have this dance?

A tango, Mr. Godsey?

You know, Rose was the other
woman. She taught me how to dance.

But that's all she taught me.

(CORABETH EXCLAIMING)

I am so ashamed.

Well, the best thing
for that is to dance.

Mama.

(IKE EXCLAIMS)

It's been so quiet around here today.
I hardly know what to do with myself.

It seems like you've been
developing quite a way with children.

Well, I'm getting a
little bit better at it.

But I still don't know whether I want
oodles of children or maybe just one.

You've got plenty of time
to make up your mind.

I'm sorry it didn't work out.

- Hello, Cindy.
- Hi.

Maybe I'll take John Curtis
in to bed. It's about bedtime.

- Good night, John.
- Bye-bye, good night.

(BOTH SIGHING)

- Looks like I'm a lady of leisure again.
- I'm sure it won't do you any harm.

I should have thought it through
before I went ahead with it.

Liv, you saw a bunch
of kids hanging around

with nothing to do
and you pitched in.

I would've been disappointed
in you if you hadn't.

A worthy failure.

- You'll find something else to do.
- Those children are victims of war too.

I just wanted to help them
have some normal days again.

It's even more than that.

I think in some strange way, I
felt like I was caring for John-Boy.

By helping those children, in
some way, I was helping him too.

I understand that.

How can J.D. Pickett
be so uncaring?

He won't change. It'd
take an army to do that.

Maybe I've got one.

- Hi, Anna Mae.
- Looks like you've been missed.

Let's round them up. Cindy,
will you get Barbara and Charlie?

JOHN: Is this your army?

OLIVIA: I'm gonna draft
the whole bunch of them.

Bernice, Rob, Elwin. Come
here. I want to talk to you.

Come on, you two. You and me
and Barbara have a lot of work to do.

How would you like to
have a place all of your own

where we can read and
draw, and play games?

Mrs. Walton has some idea about
how to get you a safer place to play.

Let's go over and listen to
what she's saying, come on.

Mama said we can't come
back to your house anymore.

That's why we have
to find another place.

Now, you all come with me,
and we'll see what we can do.

- What's next, boss?
- OLIVIA: We're gonna storm the place.

JOHN: Let's go. Come
on. John Curtis. Come on.

There you go, catch up, come on.

Come on, let's go, John
Curtis. Come on, pick him up.

Come on.

Olivia, what in hell
are you up to now?

I'm running a day nursery for the
children of the employees of Pickett Metal.

Come on, children, sit down.
I'm gonna tell you a story.

- Damned if you will.
- Watch your language, J.D.

This is my property and I want
you all out of here on the double.

- We're staying.
- I'll throw you out!

You can bully us as much as
you want, but we're not leaving.

John, talk some
sense into your wife.

Sounds like she's
making sense to me, J.D.

John, I don't want to use
force, but I will if I have to.

You got the wrong man. Olivia's
running the nursery school.

And we're going to be meeting
here every day from now on.

Not on your life!

Okay, boys, start
carrying them out.

Well, come on,
Swanson, Miller, hop to it.

Mr. Swanson, I don't think
you want to throw Bernice out.

Swanson, what are you doing?

We need a place for the children
worse than we need a tavern, Mr. Pickett.

I'll go along with that.

You too, Erin? My
own right-hand man?

I can't stand by
you in this, J.D.

Well, you've all gone plumb crazy! I'll
call the sheriff. You'll all be arrested!

Think of the headlines,
"J.D. Pickett throws

"children of defense
workers out into the streets."

This is blackmail!

On the other hand, you
could be a real hero, J.D.

Well...

I suppose I could let you use
the place when business is slow.

7:00 to 5:00.

- 7:00 to 3:30.
- 4:15.

- 4:00.
- Deal.

Deal.

J.D., I don't want to find any
cigarette butts lying around

when I get here in the morning.

- I better not trip over any toys.
- No poker chips.

- No crayon marks on my walls.
- No empty beer bottles lying around.

Olivia, I'd rather deal with
the whole German Army

- than have to bargain with you.
- Thank you, J.D.

(ALL CHEERING)

JOHN-BOY: The war of
the children had been settled,

but not the war between
my mother and J.D. Pickett.

He complained if a baby bottle
happened to be left on the bar.

She complained if a beer
bottle had been left on the floor.

Only at the end of the war was peace
declared between the two of them.

OLIVIA: Good night, Elizabeth.

ELIZABETH: Mama, I've got a
great idea for your day nursery.

Why don't you teach
the kids how to dance?

OLIVIA: Elizabeth, some
of them can barely walk.

ELIZABETH: No problem.
After all, we taught Ike.

OLIVIA: Good night, Elizabeth.
JOHN: Good night, Elizabeth.

ELIZABETH: Good night, everyone.

English -SDH