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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.

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