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Mary Ellen and I always kind of figured
maybe she was sweet on John-Boy.

You know, the big
newspaper editor?

We were only friends.

She's my wife now, so you
can just forget about the past.

(SCREAMING)

Please don't hit me! Please,
Kenny! Please! Don't hit me again.

Why didn't you tell me about
you and John-Boy Walton?

There was nothing to tell!

You shouldn't be here, ma'am.
I can't guarantee your safety.

HENDRIX: Kenny, Laurie's here!

Put down the gun
and come on out!

You're lying! You
Nazis are liars!

JASON: Coming out.

You just hold it right there.

JOHN-BOY: With the war over,

my family settled down to a
more normal routine of life.

But occasionally, this was to be
interrupted by echoes of the war.

Such was the case when
we encountered a young man

who was still struggling
with war wounds,

not to his body, but
to his spirit and mind.

Though he crossed our
lives for only a short time,

that memory would
remain fresh with us always.

And how is the house
working out, Mrs. Ellis?

Fine. Kenny and I love it.

Oh, I know that Mary Ellen
is glad to have it rented,

especially to an acquaintance.

Laurie!

Erin! I've been meaning to phone
you, but I've been busy getting settled.

- How was the honeymoon trip?
- Terrific. I got spoiled though.

Got used to seeing Kenny a lot,

and now that he's driving
a truck, he's gone for days.

Well, if you ever get bored, you
can have your old job at Pickett's.

No, thanks. I love being a wife.

It's all I've ever really wanted.
And, of course, having a family.

- Well, is that Mr. Perfect outside?
- Sure is.

Well, he's almost as
wonderful-looking as you said he was.

Almost!

(CHUCKLES)

- Howdy, Mrs. Godsey.
- Good morning.

- Honey, you almost finished?
- Mmm-hmm.

That's $2 for gas, honey.

Well, for groceries, that's
$3.64, making a total of $5.64.

Kenny, this is Erin Walton,
Mary Ellen's sister. My ex-boss.

Laurie's told me all about you.

Well, it's probably nothing like
the way she talked about you

while you were overseas.
It's nice to meet you.

Thanks. Let's go, honey.

- We'll get together real soon.
- All right.

I think you'll really like Erin.

You know, she would
have been my maid of honor

if we'd gotten married here. Just
now, she offered me back my old job.

Of course I told her I was
happy being Mrs. Ellis, period.

If I hadn't come
in there when I did,

I bet you'd have gabbed
away the rest of the day!

ROSE: Elizabeth, your turn.

ELIZABETH: Dear Lord,
we thank you for this food

and for watching
over the family.

Please bless Mama and
Daddy, and Cindy and Ginny,

and the rest of us who
aren't here right now.

- Amen.
- Amen.

John-Boy, how long
you gonna be with us?

Well, I'm trying to get the
revisions done on my book.

That could take somewhere
between a few days and a few years.

I vote for years.

Thanks, but even if I wanted to,

I couldn't afford to labor
over my work that long.

Hey, everybody, I know
a way we can all be rich.

- I bet.
- JIM-BOB: No,

this is a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity.

I was talking to Buck
Vernon the other day.

You're going to go
into the junk business?

Well, anyway, he was telling
me about how his cousin

was making loads of money
buying and selling war surplus.

You know, military equipment.

- When are you going West?
- Don't need to.

They're having a sale of
surplus at the Rockfish depot.

I've already got $50 to put up,
but I figure I need at least 100.

- That way I can buy in large lots.
- JASON: And you want us to contribute?

JIM-BOB: I can sell the
stuff out of the garage.

All you need to do is help
me buy into the big time,

then we could all profit.

Don't look at me, Jim-Bob. I
can hardly make my tuition.

- How about you, Erin?
- I'm not a gambling woman, Jim-Bob.

Count me out. The Dew
Drop keeps me broke.

Ben?

I don't want anything
to do with the military.

- How about you, John-Boy?
- I'm just a poor writer, Jim-Bob.

JIM-BOB: I thought I
was doing you a favor.

Well, have you asked Ike?

- Maybe I will.
- ROSE: If I were you, I'd ask Corabeth.

Ike wears the pants, but Corabeth
knows where the pockets are.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Sometime, I'm gonna
write about this place.

Drama at the Dew Drop. I
don't see it being a bestseller.

I thought bartenders always
had millions of stories to tell,

with all the customers coming in
and pouring their hearts out to you.

It doesn't happen too often.

I guess I just don't
have a sympathetic face.

You look too innocent.

I don't think people would believe
that you understand the hard facts of life.

Thanks a lot. No more
drinks on the house for you.

(CHUCKLES)

- Jason, give me a beer, huh?
- You bet.

Kenny, this is my brother,
John-Boy. This is Kenny Ellis.

- Hi.
- How are you?

Kenny and his wife are
renting Mary Ellen's place.

- Welcome to the Mountain.
- Thanks.

- Care to sit?
- Yeah. Sure.

Kenny was a driver
during the war. Right?

Yeah. Now I drive for a
local trucking company.

But someday I'm going
to have my own truck.

Be my own boss. No
more taking orders.

I knew some drivers in the
service. That was hard work.

You bet. Seems all we was doing
was dodging mines and being strafed.

- You get hit?
- Couple of times.

Now, let me tell you.

I was sure glad to get
out of that Army hospital,

and come home and be married.

Here's to my Laurie. She's
the prettiest girl in the world.

You know her,
John-Boy. Laurie Hilboldt.

- Sure, I used to tutor her in English.
- You know my Laurie?

Yeah. She couldn't pay me, so she
used to help me get my paper out,

The Blue Ridge Chronicle.

(CHUCKLING) Mary Ellen
and I always kind of figured

maybe she was sweet on John-Boy.

You know, the big newspaper
editor? College man?

- She never told me about you.
- We were only friends.

She's my wife now, so you
can just forget about the past.

- JASON: Kenny, we didn't mean anything.
- Okay, fine.

Look, get me another
beer here, Jason, will you?

I think you've had enough.

This is a bar, isn't it? I
am a paying customer?

Kenny, you're welcome
in here any time,

but I think you've had enough.

Now, you look here,
Jason. I'm a veteran,

so you just don't go
ordering me around, huh?

I'm not ordering you. I'm
talking to you as a friend.

I'm sorry...

Something happens. I got
a real bad temper, Jason.

Maybe you ought to
go on home to Laurie.

How about if I drive you?

Drive me?

You gonna drive me?

You haven't heard
anything I've been telling you.

I drove through
Europe during wartime!

Or maybe you just wanna take
one last look at my little Laurie

for old time's sake, huh?

Well, you can forget it.

You hear me?

Wow. He was pretty hot.
He must have started early.

- Should I follow him?
- No, no. I wouldn't do that.

He might see you and get
riled up again. He'll cool down.

By the time he gets home,
he'll forget all about it.

- IKE: Cling peaches.
- What about my idea, Ike?

Well, military surplus,
exactly what does that mean?

Well, usually stuff like fatigues,
parachutes, flight jackets.

Hmm.

Our best strategy
is to buy in bulk.

See, that way we'd make
more profit on volume.

You want us to put $50
into Army surplus fatigues?

Really, how dreary.

No, not dreary, Corabeth.
Drab. Olive drab.

- Mr. Godsey.
- Diced beets.

We're bound to double our
money. Maybe even more.

Now, that sounds like
it's got a lot of possibilities.

I have more important
plans for my surplus cash.

Good night, James Robert.

Mr. Godsey, I'll see you after
you put up the asparagus spears!

She really means no.

Well, it doesn't mean that
she won't change her mind.

I gotta have the
money by tomorrow.

I'll tell you what. Why don't you
drop by on the way to Richmond.

ERIN: Try it again, Mary Ellen.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

- Metacarpus, carpus...
- Uh-huh.

Radius, ulna, humerus.

(ERIN CHEERING)

How was the nightlife
in Rockfish, John-Boy?

I couldn't find it. I had
to keep Jason company.

(PHONE RINGING)

I'll get it.

Hello. This is Mary Ellen.

Are you sure? Tonight?
Okay, I'll check it out. Thanks.

- ERIN: Who was that?
- It was Anna Gallaway.

She lives next to my house.

She said she just heard a whole
bunch of noise and screams.

She wants me to
go right over there.

That's strange, with Laurie
and Kenny living there.

- Oh, no.
- What?

Kenny was at the Dew Drop
earlier, and he had a lot to drink.

- And he has a pretty short fuse.
- I better get right over there.

- I'll drive there.
- I'm going with you.

Well, it seems quiet now.

Well, there must have
been some commotion.

Anna's not the type
to make up tales.

- LAURIE: Who's there?
- It's Mary Ellen.

LAURIE: Just a minute.

Hi. What are you all doing here?

- Laurie, are you all right?
- Fine, fine.

Mrs. Gallaway next door
called. Said she heard a scream.

- It was nothing, really.
- Are you sure?

It's embarrassing.

I was in the kitchen putting
away a stack of plates,

and I hit my head on
the cupboard. It hurt,

- and I got mad at myself.
- Maybe I should take a look at it.

No. It's just a little bump.

JOHN-BOY: Maybe we could
help you clean up the dishes.

- LAURIE: No. I've already done that.
- Are you sure you're all right?

I'm sorry if I disturbed anyone.

That doesn't matter
as long as you're okay.

I'm fine.

Good night, now.

We'll see you soon.

Kenny?

(CAR DRIVING OFF)

(SIGHS)

(SCREAMING)

Please don't hit me! Please,
Kenny! Please! Don't hit me again.

Why didn't you tell me about
you and John-Boy Walton?

There was nothing to tell!

Jason says you
were sweet on him.

No. No. I never
was. I never was.

Please, Kenny, please.
Please believe me. I never was.

I love you, Kenny.
Believe me, please. Please.

I love you, honey.

And you didn't see Kenny
while you were there?

No, but Laurie was
obviously upset and frightened.

I wanted to take a look at that
bruise, but she wouldn't let me.

- It had to have been a fight with Kenny.
- I never should have let him have a drink.

I should have given him
coffee, or called Laurie.

Wait a minute. I was there, too.

We didn't know what
kind of temper Kenny had,

or how drunk he
was till he exploded.

I really think you're making
a big deal out of all of this.

I remember how Laurie
used to talk about Kenny.

She even read me some of the
letters he wrote her from overseas.

He always sounded
gentle and loving.

Erin, I never met the
young man, mind you,

but I knew another young man who
was the most gentle, loving soul alive.

My son, Bert. But when he
took to the bottle, I told you,

he became just like
Dr. Jekyll and that other one.

- JOHN-BOY: Mr. Hyde.
- That's the fellow.

He'd take the strap to his
children like a man possessed.

Kenny can't be like that.

I hope not. But it's possible.

(SIGHING)

It was just the most
freak kind of accident.

I was on a footstool
and lost my balance,

came tumbling down
just like Humpty Dumpty.

I'm glad to hear that.

I thought maybe you
and Kenny had a fight.

Kenny and I don't fight. He's
the kindest, dearest man alive.

Even when he drinks?

Funny. Before he went
overseas, he never drank.

Hardly ever raised his voice.

A lot of people started drinking
more than they should during the war.

He'll stop now that he's back
home, learning to feel safe.

Sure.

(CAR APPROACHING)

- Hello, Jason.
- Kenny.

Look, I'm sorry
about last night.

I was worried about you.

I'm fine.

Thanks for coming by.

How are you feeling, honey?

Better.

I was so worried about you.

Violets.

They're beautiful.

But shouldn't you be at work?

Yeah. I'm supposed to leave
in an hour or two on a long haul.

I'll be gone for a few days,

so I came home to say goodbye.

I'll miss you. But these
will keep me company.

I guess I better put
them in some water.

Well, here, honey. Let me
help you with that, okay?

- You lean on me.
- I'm okay.

Why don't you sit down? I'll
take care of the flowers for you.

No. I can do it myself.

Laurie.

(STAMMERING) Last night...

I don't know how I
could've hurt you like that.

Please forgive me, honey.

You really scared me.

You were like a total stranger.

Laurie, I'm not gonna make any
excuses. I know I can't do that.

But something happened.

It was if I was standing outside
of myself. I saw myself hitting you,

and I couldn't stop.

Oh, Kenny, why?

I don't know.

- Why?
- I don't know.

All I know is, I love you more
than I've ever loved anything.

And now, I hate myself.

Maybe if you cut
down on the drinking.

Honey, I need a beer or
two just to help me relax.

Instead of drinking,
come home to me.

I don't...

I don't wanna bother
you with anything.

I'm your wife. I wanna share your
bad days as well as your good ones.

Okay, honey.

Will you promise me
it won't happen again?

I couldn't stay here
if I didn't feel safe.

You are safe.

I promise.

Laurie, if you left
me, I'd fall apart.

Mr. Godsey,

should the Zeller property be
listed as a manor or an estate?

Corabeth, that's a
broken-down shack.

Nonsense, it's a fixer-upper.

- Hi, Ike. Hi, Corabeth.
- Hey, Jim-Bob.

Getting ready to go
over to the surplus sale.

Did you ever change your
mind about the money?

I'm sorry, Jim-Bob. I'm afraid
our funds are allocated elsewhere.

Now wait a minute, Corabeth.

I don't expect you to invest
your real estate money,

but I would like to put in 50
bucks from the store's profits.

Must I remind you that those
profits are the result of my hard labor,

the perspiration
of my weary brow?

IKE: Corabeth, $50. It's
not going to bankrupt us.

Well, you'll be making 100 before
you even have a chance to spend the 50.

Do I have your word for that?

Oh, probably.

I'm afraid that
would not suffice.

We would need your word that
you would return the investment

should the resale potential of this surplus
fail to meet your very high expectations.

I guess I could do that.

Do we have your word?

You believe in it, don't you?

You got it.

Mr. Godsey, give him the $50.

Here you go.

Jason, I'm looking for Kenny.

What's the matter?

He got fired. He was late
getting back to the loading dock,

and they gave
somebody else the job,

and he got angry
and lost his temper.

How about if you go wait with
Erin and Rose at our place?

If Kenny comes
in, I'll call you.

No.

I'd rather wait at home.

Are you sure?

What kind of a wife
would I be if I wasn't there?

I'll call you if he comes in.

Thanks.

(HORN HONKING)

- Hey!
- Hey, Ike!

How'd it go? You got any
money-making surplus?

By the time I got there,
all the big-time operators

had bought everything
up by the truckload.

Well, I am relieved to hear that

because I was beginning
to have second doubts

about the advisability
of this endeavor.

I was kind of hoping
you'd find something.

Well, I did get some stuff.

IKE: How'd you finagle that?

I ran into this guy who offered to sell
me some of the stuff that he bought,

and he said he had more parachutes
and flight jackets than he could handle.

So, I spent our
$100 on this stuff.

Jim-Bob, you're
a real go-getter.

Well, except that's not
exactly what's in here.

What, then, pray tell?

Good Lord! What are those?

Gas masks and helmet liners.
We've got dozens of them.

They are unbelievably
unattractive.

They look like instruments of
torture from the Spanish Inquisition.

Jim-Bob, I don't think anybody's
gonna be knocking down your door

to buy these things.

I tried to find the
guy, but he'd taken off.

Perhaps that will teach you
something about big business.

Now, we'd like our money back.

I don't have it.

You did promise we'd get our
money back if your deal went sour.

Yeah, I did, but spent all the
money we had on this stuff.

Nevertheless, the point
of you giving us your word

was so we would not have to grow
into old age waiting for you to pay us.

Let's give him a break.

- Thanks, Ike.
- I'll tell you what.

You pay us at the
end of the week, okay?

How am I supposed to get that
much money by the end of the week?

I shouldn't know. But if you
are to retain your reputation

in the business community,
you will simply have to find a way.

I think I'm gonna buy myself
one of Jim-Bob's gas masks

for the next time you make
cocoa, then I won't suffocate.

- It was only kind of burned.
- Kind of?

It's undrinkable,
isn't it, John-Boy?

- Hey, I'm neutral.
- It's not that bad.

(PHONE RINGING)

Saved.

Hello.

- John-Boy?
- Yeah, Jason.

I think maybe something's
wrong at Laurie's.

JOHN-BOY: What?

I've been trying to call
since early this evening.

- When was that?
- About 7:00.

Either somebody's been using
the phone, or it's off the hook.

- I think maybe you ought to check it out.
- I will. Don't worry.

- I'll see you later.
- Sure, thanks.

What's going on?

Jason's been trying to call Laurie
all evening, and he's worried.

I think I'm gonna go over there.

- Me, too.
- What about me?

You stay here and make
some more hot cocoa.

I'll burn some for both of you.

ERIN: Laurie? Kenny?

JOHN-BOY: Oh, God.

Laurie! Laurie! Laurie,
what happened?

You can have our
Mama and Daddy's room.

You're lucky you don't
have any broken bones.

Laurie, what happened?

It's so awful.

Maybe it'll help
to talk about it.

Kenny came home upset.

He'd been drinking.

I told him...

I told him I knew about his losing
his job, but he could get another.

And...

That's when he blew up.

He accused me of
giving him orders, of...

Of bossing him.

And then he came at me!

Honey, you're
going to be all right.

Ever since he was discharged, I
never know what's going to set him off.

(CRYING) He was hitting me,

and I kept on telling him to stop.
I kept on begging him to stop!

But he didn't hear me.

Maybe I ought
to call the Sheriff.

No! Things have been going
so badly for Kenny lately.

What he did was wrong,
and the Sheriff should be told.

No!

ROSE: Laurie can
think about it tomorrow.

I think Rose is right.
Laurie needs some rest.

- Do you think you can sleep?
- (SHUDDERING) I'm not sure.

Come on, I'll stay with
you until you fall asleep.

It's all right.

It's okay.

(SIGHING)

My heart just aches
for that poor girl.

I don't understand it, Rose. How
could a man do that to his wife?

I suppose a lot of men who
beat their wives and children

ask themselves
that same question.

When the rage is over,

they're just as shocked
at what they do as we are.

I don't know why Laurie
would want to stay with him.

It's not easy to turn your back on
somebody you've trusted, loved.

I wonder where Kenny is.

No matter, just that
Laurie's out of his reach.

Maybe.

- I'm gonna call Jason and warn him.
- Oh, yes. I hadn't thought of that.

The bar's closed, Kenny.

(SIGHING)

Now, wait a minute. You just served
them. You're refusing to serve me?

Why don't you sit down?
I'll make you some coffee.

I don't want coffee. If I wanted
coffee, I wouldn't have come in here.

- Are you gonna get me that beer?
- No. You've had too much already.

What right have
you to decide that?

You simmer down. You've
caused enough trouble tonight.

Don't you order me around!
You're not my superior officer!

Don't order me around.

Nobody

orders me around.

Operator, get me
the Sheriff's office.

If you want my opinion, she's lucky
she doesn't have any broken bones.

Thank you.

Good morning, ma'am. I'm
Deputy Sheriff Walt Hendrix.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.
I was feeling a little queasy.

- Do you want some coffee?
- Sure.

I was just telling Mary Ellen, we've
been on the lookout for your husband

ever since Jason called
last night. No sign of him.

I hope he's all right.

If there'd been an accident,
I'm sure we would've heard.

MARY ELLEN: He's probably
parked somewhere, sleeping it off.

Now, Mrs. Ellis, if you'll
just tell me what happened,

I can go ahead and
start to file charges.

What do you mean?

It's just official procedure,
ma'am, so we can get him arrested.

Oh, no.

Well, ma'am, it's the only way
you're going to get him tried for assault.

And he'd go to jail?

Most likely. Especially with Mary
Ellen here testifying about your injuries.

LAURIE: But I don't
want him to go to jail.

Couldn't you give Kenny
some kind of a warning?

Only unofficially.

That's why we don't like to
interfere in domestic matters.

Our hands are tied unless the
wife decides to press charges.

I can't.

Mrs. Ellis, if you won't,
you do have another option.

- What?
- Divorce.

You've sure got grounds now.

No divorce.

I understand. Well,

if and when we do locate him,
I'll give him a strong warning.

- That's about all I can do.
- Thank you.

Please keep looking for him.

I'm afraid he
might hurt himself.

I'll do my best. Good day.

Laurie, a lot of women wouldn't
be able to make it on their own.

You could.

Mary Ellen's right. You can make
a good living working at Pickett's.

I'm not afraid of leaving Kenny.

I just don't want to.

I want our marriage
to work. I love him.

Inside, I know he's a
fine and gentle man.

So, how's the surplus business?

(SCOFFING) You see the crowd

waiting in line, don't you?

I missed them.

Jim-Bob, when are you going
to pay back Ike and Corabeth?

When I have their money.

Hurry it up. I was
just over at Godsey's.

Corabeth is having a
feud with the entire family.

She'll get over
it in a few days.

I doubt it. And why should she?

You two had an agreement,
and you're welching

on your part of the deal.

It's not good business.

It's just not honest.

I can't afford to be honest.

Jim-Bob, sell something.

Look, Ben, what have
I got that's worth $50?

I thought I'd come
home for lunch.

I thought you might. There's some
almost soup simmering on the stove.

(DOOR OPENS)

- Good morning.
- ROSE: Good morning.

ERIN: How do you feel?

- Fine.
- She was sick again this morning.

It was nothing.

It's the second day in a row.

I imagine there's nothing
unusual about that.

I'm pregnant.

- Oh, Laurie, that's marvelous!
- Oh, Laurie!

That's wonderful!
Does Kenny know?

I only found out
about it a week ago.

I didn't want to
add to his problems.

And then his drinking
started getting worse,

and I thought if I told
him, he'd only get angrier.

You're safe with us. Now,
we'll take good care of you.

Why don't you girls go
and have some lunch?

You've got to eat well
now in your condition.

- Laurie, you don't have to go with him.
- He won't hurt you if you're with us.

Laurie...

I'm so ashamed.
Are you all right?

I've had good care.

I swear I'll take good care
of you if you just come home,

so we can talk.

Kenny, can I
believe you this time?

Yes...

Laurie, please?

- I'll get my things.
- You'll come?

- I'll be right back.
- I'll help you.

Mr. Ellis, I hope you
meant what you said.

Of course I did.

I love her. You can see that.

We know that. We also know
what you've done to Laurie before.

Did they lock that door?

- What?
- Did they lock the door?

Of course they didn't.

See?

She's trying to get
away. I know she is.

You wait right where you
are, young man. I'll get her.

(DOORKNOB CLICKING)

- You get her out here!
- I'll lock the back door.

Laurie. Laurie, you can't go out there.
I saw him change right before my eyes.

Laurie!

Laurie, now, you get out here!
That's an order! You hear me?

Laurie!

I want you home! Now!

Laurie.

I'm gonna go home
now, you hear me?

Laurie, the baby.

I'm gonna going home.

Laurie!

If they don't bring you back
there where you belong,

I'm gonna come back with a gun!

I'm gonna call the Sheriff.

Just a minute, Erin. I'll see.

Erin says she'll come home
from work if we need her.

No. She better stay there till
we find out what Kenny is up to.

And there's still
no sign of him?

Deputy Allen's
out looking for him.

Mrs. Ellis, do you
know if he owns a gun?

- Yes, a hunting rifle.
- Do you think he meant what he said?

I don't know.

The way he sounded, I
don't think he was bluffing.

Then I expect he'll
return before too long.

And we just wait?

Yep.

Corabeth, what did you do
with those bruised apples?

- Did you throw them out?
- I sold them to Elizabeth Walton.

You what?

They were for consumption
for the entire Walton family,

including James Robert. That
is just big business strategy.

(SCREAMING)

Jim-Bob, is that you?

There it is, Corabeth.

- Hey, Jim-Bob!
- Oh, hey, Buck!

Where'd you get that?

It's Army surplus.

You don't say. Hey,
you got any more?

It's right over here. Come on.

- Well, congratulations!
- Hey, Ben. How you doing?

I understand you've paid off
your debt to Ike and Corabeth.

Don't see my hot rod around
here anywhere, do you?

Must have been hard to sell.

Well, yeah, it was, but
I'm glad you put me up to it.

Feels good to have
that slate all clean, huh?

Well, honesty
certainly does pay.

- So, what did you get for the car?
- $200.

And I only had to
give the Godseys 50.

That means you have $150 to go
out and buy a new car. That's great!

- Where's all the Army surplus?
- Buck Vernon bought it.

- All of it?
- Yeah.

He sent it to his cousin in
California for a war movie.

No kidding. What
did you get for it?

$200. It's all mine with
the Godseys paid off.

You have $350?

Nope, I spent 25 of it on this.

That still leaves me with three
and a quarter left over for the bank.

You own this?

As Corabeth might
say, it's a fixer-upper,

but I figure I can make
at least $200 off of it.

It's all 'cause you gave me that
good advice about being honest.

You were right. It
sure is the best policy.

That's great, Jim-Bob.

(PHONE RINGING)

Deputy Hendrix speaking.

- Where?
- They found him.

No. Try to keep him there, but
don't risk anybody getting hurt.

I'll be right over.

He's barricaded himself
inside your house.

He's got a rifle and
he's talking wild.

- I've got to get over there.
- LAURIE: I'm coming, too.

- I wouldn't advise it.
- Laurie...

ROSE: You stay here. He's right.

- Kenny's my husband.
- Listen, think of the baby.

I am. The baby needs
a father, too, remember?

I'll take you.

Lord help you.

HENDRIX: Roger. I can use
all the units you can spare.

He's an ex-GI. Fired
on Deputy Allen.

He's been yelling at us like
we were a bunch of Nazis.

And send an ambulance. Out.

Take cover! Come
on, get over here!

I called home. Rose told me.

- Stop them!
- Laurie, wait!

He needs me, please.

We can't take that chance.

You shouldn't be here, ma'am.
I can't guarantee your safety.

And that goes for
the both of you, too.

He'll stop if I go to him.

He might not even
know you, ma'am.

But it's worth a try.

Kenny, Laurie's here!

Put down the gun
and come on out!

Come on, Kenny,
you won't be hurt.

You're lying! You
Nazis are liars!

(GUN FIRING)

- Let me see you surrender, Nazi!
- See what I mean?

Hold your fire, Ernie. We
just have to wait him out.

- You get us some help?
- It's on its way, so just take it easy.

- Please, let me go to him.
- Ma'am, I just can't take that chance.

There's a back door.
John-Boy and I know this house.

Maybe we can
get in, talk to him.

- He might turn on you, Jason.
- Not if he thinks we're on his side.

JOHN-BOY: We were there,
Walt. We know how he feels.

Please let them try, before
something terrible happens.

All right, if you promise to stay
here with me and keep out of sight.

- Yes, anything.
- Okay.

But if he gives you any
static, get out of there, all right?

Okay, go.

Why, why? Poor Kenny.

Easy, Kenny! Easy!

It's Jason Walton.

- John-Boy and I are here to help you.
- Like hell you are.

Can't you see
I'm in a firefight?

There's no barrage. You
don't hear any firing, do you?

JASON: We know
how it was, Kenny.

The town's ours.

We're coming out.
We don't have guns.

(GUN COCKING)

You just hold it right there.

Take a look around you,
Kenny. You're in your own house.

JOHN-BOY: You're home,
soldier. You live here with Laurie.

But they're out there, and the
Captain said I gotta hold this place.

- He doesn't know I'm wounded.
- No!

All that's out there is Walt
Hendrix and another deputy.

They just don't want
you to hurt anyone,

including yourself.

Laurie's out there, too. You sure
don't want to hurt her, do you?

Laurie?

No.

No, I wouldn't
want to hurt Laurie.

Of course I wouldn't.

She's pregnant, Kenny.

Laurie is?

She's going to have your baby.

She's right outside,
waiting for you.

Laurie.

Where are you, Laurie?

Laurie, where are you, honey?

Laurie!

(CRYING)

Laurie.

JOHN-BOY: Kenny and
Laurie moved to Richmond,

where he could be
close to the VA Hospital.

Laurie's letters indicated that
treatment helped Kenny forget

the violence of the war, and he became
a gentle, loving husband and father,

to her and to Kenneth Ellis Jr.

ROSE: Good night, John-Boy.
Good night, Mary Ellen.

MARY ELLEN: Good night,
Rose. Good night, Elizabeth.

ELIZABETH: John-Boy, I
want to visit you in New York.

JOHN-BOY: I don't
think you'd like it.

ELIZABETH: How come?
JOHN-BOY: No whippoorwills,

and the city lights block
out most of the stars at night.

ELIZABETH: But it's got
something more special than that.

JOHN-BOY: What? ELIZABETH: You.

Good night, John-Boy.

English -SDH