All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S09E09.The.Whirlwind.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Something wrong?

Yeah, got problem
with the brakes.

Hang on, Jim-Bob.

Jim-Bob was in that car!

Jason, go get my bag,
it's in the car.

Do you believe in
love at first sight?

Quiet, I'm counting.

What do you think you're doing?

-Marry me...now.
-I can't.

-No.
-Yes.

-Yes.
-Yes?

-Yes.
-Yes.

I have to know if you've ever
seen this man before.

It's my husband Curt.
He was killed at Pearl Harbor.

Where did you get this?

I took it myself
about a month ago.

JOHN-BOY: As World War II
was gradually consigned

to the pages of history books

life on Walton's Mountain
began returning to normal.

Store shelves bulged
with food and other goods

that had been scarce
during the fighting

and families were reunited
as the young men headed home.

But peace didn't necessarily
mean an end to turbulence.

Life would always somehow
manage to keep us off balance.

How far are you going?

Well, it's hard to say, soldier.
I keep aiming at the horizon,

but it somehow manages
to stay in front of me.

Name is
Arlington Westcott Jones III.

-That's a mouthful.
-Yeah.

-You can call me Jonesy.
-My name's James Robert Walton.

My family calls me Jim-Bob.

Which way you headed, Jim-Bob?

I got a two week furlough
and I'm headed home

to Walton's Mountain.

Yeah? Point me to it.
I'll take you there.

You haven't got much choice.
That's where this road goes.

Oh, no.

Something wrong?

We've a little problem
with the brakes.

Hang on, Jim-Bob.

Well?

Well, what?

Well, you said you
wanted to come along

so we could
talk about something.

Dew Drop Inn's for sale.

Corabeth's been
pushing that wreck

ever since Callie
closed it up and moved away.

What would you say
if I told you I bought it?

Look out!

Jim-Bob was in that car!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

You better try
the emergency brake.

It's no use. It never did work.

You better do something.
That next turn's a beaut.

Hang on. Hang on.

MARY ELLEN: Jim-Bob!

-JASON: What happened?
-Brakes went out.

-Are you alright?
-It's Jonesy you better look at.

(JONESY GROANS)

Easy.

Jason, go get my bag,
it's in the car.

JONESY: To think I could hardly
wait to get out of the service.

Civilian life
can be dangerous.

I spend the best part of my
youth defending this country,

and some used car dealer
in San Francisco

sells me a lemon
at black market prices.

Well, it's been a long war.
There's nothing left but lemons.

It was a bearing in Cheyenne,
a water pump in Milwaukee

and now this.

Jim-Bob said there was an
accident on the Mountain.

ROSE: I shudder to think
what could've happened.

This is the driver, Jonesy.

-Hi. I'm Erin.
-You're pretty.

I think he'll live, Mary Ellen.

Alright, follow my finger.

How do you happen to know
so much about medicine?

-I'm a nurse.
-On her way to being a doctor.

Working much too hard at it,
if you ask me.

You check out fine so far,
but you might've a concussion,

-I'd like to keep an eye on you.
-Okay.

It was fun riding down here
with my head in your lap.

Well, now what do you plan to do
that you're out of the service?

I'm doing it. Seeing the USA.

No maps, no schedules,
coast to coast.

Sleeping in the sunshine,
eating all I want.

-Meeting beautiful women.
-You can't do that forever.

Well, now most veterans
are settling into jobs

making up for lost time.

I got four years
to make up for myself

and I'm not going to do it
sitting in some stuffy office.

I want to breathe fresh air,

see what's over the hill,
around the next curve.

After today, I think
you ought to give up on curves.

John Curtis is up and,
boy, is he in a bad mood.

He's always crabby after a nap.
I'll take care of him.

Jonesy, me and Ben
are gonna see if we can

get you car running.
Okay?

-Yeah, I'll go with you.
-No, you won't.

I'd like you to take it easy
until I'm sure you're okay.

She's little but she's mean.

-Hey, Jim-Bob, ready to go?
-Yeah. Hey, Ben, this is Jonesy.

Jonesy, my brother Ben.

-Hey.
-How do you do?

Sorry to hear what happened.

Yeah, sure puts me in a spot.

Is there a hotel around here,
or a tourist house?

Not around here.
I'll tell you what

I'm a shorthanded in the mill,
if you give me a hand

you can stay there
until your car's fixed.

Thank you. But I'm not
in the market for a job.

At least not in
the foreseeable future anyway.

Well, it's only temporary.

And you can have meals
with the family.

It's a deal.
When do I start?

Well, not today. You're going to
lie down for a while.

Okay, we'll see you later.

-Bye.
-Bye. All right.

Got another worker.

-Give me a hand.
-I think you'll live.

You bet.

We'll get a cot set up
for you in the mill

for now I'd like you
to rest here.

Are you gonna
read to me, too?

Uncle Wiggley is my favorite.

I think I'll just try
and keep things quiet for you.

Alright.

Do you believe in
love at first sight?

Quiet, I'm counting.

I'm not sure,
but I think that's what happened

when I opened my eyes
and saw you staring down at me.

If you keep on raving like that,

I'm gonna know for sure
that you have a head injury.

What do you think you're doing?

Who's that?

This is John Curtis, my son.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.

I didn't know
I was kissing a married lady.

Well, maybe you'll stop
and think next time. Come on.

I don't remember it
being this run down.

CORABETH: Oh, why,
the possibilities are endless.

You could easily extend the bar
and make it a concert stage,

and there's still
plenty of room for seating.

JASON: A concert stage?

But you said buying
the Dew Drop would enable you

to continue your musical career.

It will. I played here before
I joined the Army, remember?

But I assumed...

I assumed you intend to turn
this into a concert hall.

I'm not good enough, Corabeth.

I just wanted to keep
the Dew Drop running

so I'd have a place to play my
tunes an audience to hear them.

I find that piece of news
extremely distressing.

I had hoped that the community
would never again

have to suffer a roadhouse.

Is my piano bar
around here someplace?

Well, I understand
that Callie sold it.

Once you went in the Army,
no one was left to play it.

But there is a perfectly
respectable player piano.

The only respectable thing
in this roadhouse, I might add.

I reckon it'll have to
do for now.

Had you considered

turning this into a restaurant
or a little theater?

The community is simply
desperate for a cultural center.

It's the Dew Drop
or nothing, Corabeth.

I'm beginning to wish
it was nothing.

Hi.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Rose sent me out here.
Is this for me?

ELIZABETH:
It is if you're Jonesy.

CINDY: It's not the most
comfortable bed in the world

but it's got to be better
than the Marines.

How do you feel?

I'm finding muscles
I didn't know I had.

You were still asleep
in the living room

when I brought the linens down.

-I'm Cindy, Ben's wife. Hi.
-Cindy.

-I'm Elizabeth.
-Elizabeth.

-How many people live out here?
-There are a lot of us.

I wouldn't try and count us,
we come and go so fast.

I guess I've met
just about everybody

except for
Mary Ellen's husband.

Mary Ellen's been
a widow for four years.

ELIZABETH: Curt was killed at
Pearl Harbor.

I'm awfully sorry.
She deserves better than that.

It was a long time ago.

She hardly ever
talks about it anymore.

It's just too bad
she hasn't found anybody else.

-Well, she's choosey.
-Choosey, huh?

(SIGHS)

We'll just see about that.

JONESY: It's kind of late
for you to be up, isn't it?

I was just trying to get caught
up on my chemistry assignments.

Everything sort of runs together
this time of night.

What are you doing up?

I have a little trouble
sleeping sometimes.

You know, I've been halfway
around the world

and I have never seen
the stars brighter anywhere.

That's because the air is
so clear in the mountains.

See that little pattern
of stars over there

about to disappear
behind the barn?

That's Andromeda.

I never knew it had a name.

Andromeda was a princess

who was rescued from
a sea monster by Perseus

her future husband.

And now she's living happily
ever after up there?

So, tell me about your husband.

He was a doctor.
He was very special.

He didn't have to
join the Army when he did

he just believed
it was the right thing to do.

Is he the reason
you're beating your brains out

trying to memorize
the periodic table?

He wanted to
contribute something

to make a better world
for the future. So do I.

Yeah. I quit believing
in a future

the day I waded
ashore at Iwo Jima.

I promised myself,
if I survived

I'd try to live every day for
itself. Each one is like a gift

and my only responsibility
is to enjoy it.

-That sounds very selfish to me.
-You should try it sometime.

You're too young to be getting
all those frown lines.

I better be getting back.

I have about two hours
of studying to do

and early class tomorrow.

Andromeda's almost gone.

She'll be back tomorrow night,
same time, same place,

and next year,
and for 1,000 years after that.

Whether or not I keep wandering,

or whether or not
you get your chemistry done.

Goodnight.

I'm... I better...
I got to get back to the mill.

I'm starting to feel like
I might want to kiss you again.

-Here, hot off the griddle.
-Thank you.

Is anybody asking
to want more batter cakes?

-ALL: I do.
-Alright.

ERIN: Jim-Bob, you're shoveling
it in again.

I wanna get started
on Jonesy's car.

Oh, what a dreamer. You'll never
get that clunker going again.

It was a waste of time
going up after it.

Look who's up.

-JIM-BOB: Hey, Jonesy.
-Hi.

There's a woodpecker working
on a tree out by the mill

or I'd still be asleep.

Why don't you sit down
and have some breakfast?

Five more minutes and you'd have
missed breakfast altogether.

Meals are served
on time around here.

Just like in the Marine Corps,
huh?

MARY ELLEN: You're starting
to understand.

Is your mother always this
grouchy in the morning, Johnny,

or does she save it
for visitors?

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Take a look at this.
What do you think?

ERIN: "Dew Drop Inn.
Jason Walton"?

What does this mean, Jason?

You were serious
about buying that place?

I've got to do something
now that I'm out of the Army.

I know the Dew Drop, it seemed
like a good opportunity.

But you're a college graduate.

You shouldn't be
running a roadhouse.

What's wrong with that?

It just seems
like a waste of talent.

Mama's going to hate it. She
didn't want you working there

in the first place.

You should've talked it over
with us first.

I'm beginning to wish
I hadn't told you about it.

You'll never open in two weeks.

I've seen that place,
it needs lots of work.

Hope you're not counting
on the mill money.

We're spread pretty thin
as it is.

Don't worry, I'm not
asking for your help.

I just thought
you'd be glad for me, is all.

Guess I should
have known better.

Thanks for all the good wishes.

Makes me glad I'm an only child.

A little good advice
wouldn't hurt you either. Bye.

(KISSES)

-She's crazy about me.
-JIM-BOB: I can tell.

Would you mind
if I put this in your window?

Oh, well, Jason, I don't think
it would be appropriate

for a family store
to advertise a tavern.

Perhaps you can nail it on a
tree or a telephone pole.

But you sold it to me.

Believing that
your intentions were of

a far more honorable nature.

Look, Corabeth,
I'm gonna need your support

if I'm going to make
a go of this thing.

Jason, I would gladly support
an eating establishment.

A concert hall would earn
my undying respect and devotion.

But I cannot in
good conscience endorse

a common highway hangout.

Fine. If that's the way
you feel about it

I don't need your help.

I don't need Mary Ellen's help,
I don't need Ben's

and I don't need yours.

What did I do?

I'm going back to my realty.

The mercantile's giving me
a sick headache.

Oh, Jim-Bob, if you're looking
for that leftover chicken,

I'm afraid it's turned into
chicken salad sandwiches.

That's okay, Rose. I'll settle
for a piece of this cake.

-How's my car coming, Jim-Bob?
-More dead than alive.

I've been working on it
for a week now

and it's still got
serious internal injuries.

-Hi, Mary Ellen.
-Hello.

Thanks, Jim-Bob.

You gonna learn all of this?

Yes. Can I please have it back,
so I can finish studying?

Glad I caught you
in a good mood.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to
take it out on you.

It's okay. I've got a top
sergeant who does the same.

What's going on here?

Johnny and I
are going on a picnic.

Says who?

Well, it's by mutual agreement.
Right, Johnny?

(SIGHS) I thought you were
supposed to be helping Ben?

I gave myself
the afternoon off.

Why don't you pry yourself away
from that pile of books there

and come along with us?

It might be a nice change
for you, Mary Ellen.

I'm not going anywhere this
afternoon, neither is he.

I've got a lot of studying to
do, and he has to take his nap.

Suit yourself. But what do you
want your son to remember?

That his mother was a grind

or that she took him
on a picnic one fine day?

Would you like an apple?

That's the same question
Eve asked Adam

and look where it got him.

A simple
yes or no would do fine.

(GRUNTS)

Okay, Johnny. Here you go.

Why don't you take that?

You can share that with that
squirrel we spotted earlier.

Okay? Go look for him.
There he is.

Why do you call him Johnny?

Because it suits him.
Why do you call him John Curtis?

Curtis was his father's name.

Here. For you.

Johnny and I found that
down by the creek.

It feels slippery.

It's soapstone.
It's part talc, part chlorite

a little magnetite thrown in.

It's probably hundreds of
millions of years old.

You know all that
just by looking at it?

You can tell a lot about things
just by looking.

How do you happen to know
so much about rocks?

Geology was my major
in college.

I spent four years
studying the earth

and four years watching it
being blown full of holes.

You're not like any scientist
I've ever met.

We don't all wear beards and
horn-rimmed glasses, you know.

Not in a laboratory
like this anyway.

I haven't been up here
in a long time.

I'd forgotten how beautiful
it is and how peaceful.

It's amazing to think that all
this was under water once

all the way up to the
Mississippi Valley.

My Grandfather used to find sea
fossils right here.

Shells, coral.

He loved this mountain.
He's buried up near the top.

I thought I felt something
special here.

Don't go. What did I do?

I better go check
on John Curtis.

I'm starting to feel like
I might want to kiss you.

(EXHALES)

(COUGHING)

I think this place is worse
than when we started.

That's because I've been taking
care of all the stuff

that doesn't show.

The bar sink was leaking,
the wiring is shot.

I spent two days getting the
beer license renewed.

I think you better
hire yourself some help.

I can't afford it.
Not at 75 cents an hour.

Jason, I hate to tell you this,

but at the rate you're going,
you're not gonna open on time.

I'm doing fine, Ike. Thanks for
bringing the paint by.

Okay.

(EXCLAIMS) By the way, Corabeth
wants to know what's going on

between Mary Ellen and that
young man staying at the house.

You know Corabeth can smell a
romance a mile down the road.

-Not this time, Ike.
-Oh.

It's kind of chilly to be
out for a walk, isn't it?

I saw your light.

I was just trying to
read myself to sleep.

We missed you at supper.

I was studying, trying to
make up for this afternoon.

I'm sorry you have to
work so late.

I'm not. It was a wonderful day.

I just wanted to tell you that.

Would you mind
if I kissed you goodnight?

What do you think
I'm doing here?

Whirlwind Jones, they called me

down at the Surfside Cafe
down the Pacific Beach.

We could have
30 customers or more

lined up and hungry, and I would
never forget an order.

Mmm-hmm.

No. I worked my way
through college that way.

Hey, well, take it easy!
Those are my eggs.

Over easy,
just like you wanted.

Thank you.

This guy is something else.
But unpredictable.

Just yesterday I was going out
to start an order

he finished it.

He worked all night to do it.

But then I want to go deliver
it, I can't find him anywhere.

Well, good Lord, don't let him
get away after breakfast.

He promised to
reshingle the roof for me.

(LAUGHING)

-Good morning, Jason.
-Morning!

Jonesy's taking
the breakfast orders.

And the show is
almost as good as the food.

Nothing for me, thanks.

I've got to get to work.

Jason, you've got to
get a meal into you.

You're beginning to
look like death warmed over.

Don't count on me
for supper, either.

I've got a lot of
last-minute things to do.

Can I give you an hand?

No, thanks. I'm doing fine
on my own.

I wish we hadn't
been so mean to him.

-Morning, everybody.
-Morning.

Mary Ellen, I thought you'd be
long gone to school by now.

-What have you done with my son?
-He's with Cindy and Virginia.

-Good morning.
-Good morning. We missed you.

Well, I thought I'd sleep in.

Meals are served on time
around here, you know.

What do you think this is,
the Marine Corps?

Jonesy! It's running! Come see!

-My car? You're kidding!
-I don't believe it.

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

-I've got to see this.
-You did that?

ROSE: I want a ride
in that thing.

(ENGINE STARTING)

(ALL CHEERING)

It sounds better than
it ever did, Jim-Bob!

-It's purring like a kitten.
-I don't know what I owe you,

-but it isn't enough!
-I'm not saying it was tough,

but I'll be glad to
get back to airplane engines.

Thanks, Jim-Bob.
Open road, here I come.

Mary Ellen! Mary Ellen, wait!

Mary Ellen!

Mary Ellen, let me in.

I want to talk to you.

JIM-BOB: Hey, Jonesy,
where you going?

ELIZABETH: What's he doing?

ROSE: Where are you going?

(KNOCKING ON WINDOW)

-Go away.
-JONESY: Open up.

-No!
-Mary Ellen, please. Let me in.

If you leave now, you can be in
Washington by dark.

-JONESY: Come with me.
-You're crazy.

MARY ELLEN: What are you're
doing?

If you don't let me in there,
I'll be out here all day.

(SIGHS)

You don't owe me anything.
Just hit the road

so I can start
living my life again.

(SIGHS)

Look, I thought
about this all night.

I don't want to
leave without you.

-It's impossible.
-Nothing's impossible.

I have a son, remember?

So, the three of us
will have a wonderful time.

-What about pre-med?
-What about life, Mary Ellen?

There's so much to see there,
and we can see it together.

-Say yes.
-No.

Yes.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

ERIN: Mary Ellen,
are you alright?

-Marry me...now.
-I can't.

-ROSE: Mary Ellen?
-No!

Yes.

-Yes.
-Yes?

-Yes.
-Yes.

(LAUGHING)

I don't believe it!

She said yes.
She's gonna marry me.

Congratulations!

-Congratulations!
-I can't believe this.

I don't know, Jason, if you go
through anymore turpentine

there's not gonna be
any left in the whole county.

It's for cleaning up, Ike.

I've been getting
more paint on the floors

than I have anywhere else.

Well, I'll tell you what,
I'm sure looking forward

to that grand opening.

-Me, too. Thanks, Ike.
-You're most welcome.

Here you go.

-Miss, what can I do for you?
-Excuse me.

I just got off the bus.
I need some advice.

Advice? You don't
want to talk to me.

That's my wife's department.

How may I help you?

I need a place to stay.
I was wondering if there was

a hotel or a motor court nearby?

Oh, mercy, no. There isn't a
hotel around for miles.

But Zuleika Dunbar
has a rooming house

just a short distance
up the road.

It's on the right.
You can't miss it.

Thank you very much.
I'm much obliged.

Are you intending on staying
in our little hamlet for long?

Just a day or so. I'm looking
for Mary Ellen Willard.

Well, I guess you won't be
wearing this again.

If I have any doubts at all,
it's about that.

Jonesy says I've the rest
of my life to go back to school

and I will someday.

Mary Ellen, Mama and Daddy
always taught us

not to put things off. I just
don't think they'd approve.

We're going to stop and see them
on our way to Mexico.

That's where Jonesy's
gonna spend the winter.

He knows a place there
where you can spear fish

-and camp out on the beach.
-You'll have to learn Spanish.

John Curtis
can learn how to swim.

I remember the last time
I was packing like this.

I was going to Hawaii
to be with Curt

till the war got in the way.

ERIN: That can't stop you now.

This is all John Curtis
knows of his father

yet that was almost
his first word, "Daddy."

I don't want him to
forget Curt, ever.

This is going to be one of
the first things I send for.

I'll remember
where you put it.

-Hey, Rose, what's in the punch?
-Apple juice and ginger ale.

Well, that was the best
I could do on short notice.

We ought to have
a toast to the happy couple.

Yeah, here's to the shortest
engagement on record.

Cheers.

And here's to Jonesy, you better
take care of my big sister.

Here's to Mary Ellen, thanks for
getting Jonesy out of my hair!

(ALL LAUGHING)

I'm going to miss you
two so much

but I think I'm going to miss
John Curtis even more.

ROSE: Me, too, Cindy.

Shoot. I was hoping I could get
through one day without tears.

So were we all, Rose.

Why don't we roll back this rug?

I'd like to
have a dance with my sister.

It's too bad
the Dew Drop

doesn't open
until tomorrow night.

We could move
the party there.

Why don't we do it anyway?
Kinda like a sneak preview.

It's a good idea. I'd like Jason
to know I'm on his side.

Jason should be here to
celebrate anyways.

I'll just babysit. I've got a
nice, new movie magazine.

You all go on ahead.
I want to change first.

Me, too. This is the last
engagement party

I'm ever going to have and I'm
gonna make the most of it.

(ALL CHATTERING)

JIM-BOB: Hey, Jason!
ERIN: Turn them on.

JIM-BOB: Where did he go?

Jason?

Welcome to
the Dew Drop disaster.

The Titanic
was nothing compared to this.

You were absolutely right, Ben.

Piano players
make lousy businessmen.

I never said that.

Seems like the more
I did around here

-the more there was to do.
-Why didn't you holler for help?

I got the chairs glued, then the
tables started falling apart.

We didn't give him much moral
support, if you remember.

Then I got the tables fixed...

Got the tables fixed, then there
was this leak in the roof,

-so I had to refinish the floor.
-Look, Jason.

You ever hear
of a place that closed

the night before it opened?

-Jason...
-I should have listened to you.

Well, would you
listen to me now?

We can bail you out of this.

But the first thing is,
we have to sober you up.

I'll go see if
there's a coffee pot.

Okay, Elizabeth.

Look, Jim-Bob, you and Erin
start checking the chairs.

See how many chairs and tables
we can use.

I was hoping
nobody would find out

but I'm murder
with a paint brush.

Great.
Why don't you get started.

I'll join you when
I get everything organized.

Aye, aye, sir.

Look, Jason, I won't
have everything perfect.

The important thing is,
you're going to open.

-You think so?
-Even if it takes all night.

(SIGHS)

And it's going
to take all night.

There's a bottle for Virginia
in the refrigerator

if she wakes up.

-Oh, and...
-John Curtis is covered up.

You both tell me
the same things every time.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-Are you Mary Ellen?
-No, I am.

I'm sorry to
bother you this way.

I have to know if you've
ever seen this man before.

It's my husband Curt.
He was killed at Pearl Harbor.

Where did you get this?

I took it myself
about a month ago.

About a year ago, a man calling
himself Curtis Packer

moved into the little town where
I live, Larksburg in Florida.

I work part time
at the general store there

and he runs this little guide
service for tourists.

He takes them out
hunting and fishing

and he'd come into the store
for advice, equipment.

He took to coming over
and spending

Saturday evenings
on my front porch.

You get to feeling awful close
to someone like that.

What's he like?

He's a good man,
he's a gentle man.

Every once in a while, something
dark seems to come over him.

He doesn't talk,
he hardly even smiles

he takes to driving
those back roads

like he's
hoping to kill himself.

I worry about him, but I learned
not to say anything.

It just makes him worse.

My Curt wasn't like that.
He wasn't moody.

About a month ago,
he came in, and he was drunk

and he had a letter to mail.

He hadn't written
a letter before

and I couldn't help but notice
where it was going.

Mary Ellen Willard,
Walton's Mountain, Virginia.

-I never got a letter.
-Came back about an hour later.

He'd sobered up,
but he was in a real state

thinking that letter
had gone out.

I gave it back to him.

I haven't seen him since.

-Did he leave town?
-He still runs his little place,

and he comes in to the store for
equipment when I'm not there.

Goes off fishing and hunting for
days at a time, all by himself.

But he doesn't
come by to sit anymore.

He is afraid of something,
and I'm afraid for him.

Now, I was just hoping there was
something you could tell me

to make him feel better.

This man is harder than Curt.
The eyes are different.

ROSE: He'd be older,
Mary Ellen.

Curt is dead!

He was killed at Pearl Harbor.
I have the medal

they gave him posthumously.

This is not my husband.

If I was you, I'd want to
come and see for myself.

I've already lost him once.

I can't go through
that a second time.

Do you know why I'm so certain
this man he isn't Curt?

Because if he were, he would be
here with me, with our son.

But he's not, and to believe
that he might be

is just to believe
in fairy tales.

Curt is dead, and there is no
happy ending for that.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

It's open.

May I come in?

Sorry I didn't make it
to the Dew Drop.

-We were there all night.
-Must have been some party.

There's still a lot to do, but
at least Jason will open today.

I hope you'll be my date.

I heard about your visitor.

I've been thinking.

Maybe we'd better
not rush into anything.

I mean, I could keep
on in school for now

and Boatwright
has a geology department.

You could teach, or take some
classes on the G.I. Bill.

Get to know each other.

We could get married
at the end of the semester

-if we still feel the same.
-That's four months away.

-Is it such a long time?
-Don't ask me to wait.

I can't. There is
something pulling me

to keep going, to keep...

Proving that I'm alive.

You don't have to
prove that to me.

Sometimes when
I wake up in the morning

I find myself
reaching for my helmet.

And then, I remember there's
nobody waiting to kill me today.

There's nobody I have to kill.
I can walk on a beach

and I don't have to
look over my shoulder.

I can drive coast to coast

and I don't have to worry
about the roads being mined.

The things that
I took for granted

the first 25 years
of my life

I'm starting to discover them
all over again.

Don't ask me to slow down.
Not yet.

This is the medal
they gave Curt for bravery.

Everything seems to
remind me of him today.

I can take you
so far away from it

that it won't
ever hurt you again.

Corabeth, I hate to tell you,
but, you know

that hat looks
awful funny on you

when you wear it
here in the store.

It is a matter of
professionalism, Mr. Godsey.

When one is in business,

one must look businesslike.

Where, may I ask, are you going?

Tonight is the grand opening
of the Dew Drop Inn.

I thought that
we had discussed that.

We did discuss it,
and I'm going.

Very well.

You know what? It sure would be
nice if you went with me.

It's a matter of standards,
Mr. Godsey.

Principles, if you will.

Okay.

-Goodnight.
-Goodbye.

-Goodbye?
-Mr. Godsey, don't you see?

This is the beginning
of the end for us.

It starts out all very simply.

A visit to a friend's
establishment

a night on the town
with the boys

a harmless game of cards.

Now, you know that Jason would
never allow card playing there.

Next thing you know,
you're hanging out with ruffians

and hoodlums and going to
burlesque houses and bars and

coming home late
with liquor on your breath

and lipstick on your collar,
where you let some female

nibble on your neck!

-Oh, Ike, how could you?
-Corabeth, I'm sorry.

I didn't think
it would go that far.

Wait a minute.
What am I doing? I'm doing...

You know what? I think you
better go along with me

and save me from myself.

But...

Perhaps I should
consider it an obligation.

Although it does mean
compromising my principles.

Well, I'll...

I'll just change into something
a little less businesslike.

And, Ike... I forgive you.

-This one there?
-That's right. You see this...

(INDISTINCT)

What is she doing up there?
It's after 8:00.

Trying to make it look like
she hasn't been crying.

I should've carried her
away when I had

that ladder up her window.

She'll be alright.

-(SIGHS) Where is everybody?
-Well, everybody's gone.

But John Curtis, Jonesy
and I are right here.

Come on, Johnny.
Upsy daisy, there we go.

Don't you keep Elizabeth up
too late now, Johnny.

Oh, he won't. I'm still tired
from last night.

Goodnight, sweetie.

(EXCLAIMS)

Want to help me pick this up?

My dad.

Daddy.

(WOMAN LAUGHING)

MAN: That's what
I want to know, why not?

You have no
better argument than that?

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Jim-Bob, what do you think?

-How's everybody doing over?
-Okay.

Oh, Jason,
the place looks lovely.

I've seen nightclubs
in Baltimore

that didn't look any nicer
than this. Really.

-Thanks, Rose.
-Your customers are first class.

(ALL LAUGHING)

-BEN: The best!
-Look who's here.

-Mary Ellen.
-Hi!

-Thanks for coming.
-How are you?

-Jonesy! Congratulations!
-Oh, no!

-Jim-Bob?
-I'll see what I can do.

Now, wait a minute, everybody!
Don't go away.

We'll get the lights on
real soon.

Meanwhile, you all just push
your tables back from the center

and we'll do some dancing
by candlelight.

-Rose, come on. I need you.
-Oh, my goodness.

Mr. Godsey, I can
scarcely see a thing.

That's all right, honey. I'll
stick right close to you here.

My goodness, Jason.
Now, what am I to do?

Just put your feet on the pedals
and pump, Rose.

Oh, I vow and declare!

There you go.

(PIANO PLAYING)

It's charming.
Simply charming.

-Table for two?
-Yes, please.

This way.

You know, it was I who prevailed
for Jason to buy this place.

Oh, really?
Would you like to order?

Why, yes.

It's getting late.

This is our last evening
together, isn't it?

I spent all day trying to decide
what to do, and John Curtis

made up my mind for me.

I have to go to Florida.
I have to find out.

Suppose Curt's alive.

How is it going to feel
knowing he let you

be a widow all these years?

I can't think about that now.

I love you, Mary Ellen.

ERIN: Easy, easy.

-Goodbye, Erin.
-Bye.

Give me a hug. Hug me goodbye.

Goodbye, Johnny. Bye.

When do you go?

The bus leaves at 11:00.
Betty's meeting me there.

I'm sorry I couldn't wait
to see you off.

That's alright.
I know you have to get started.

Maybe you and Johnny
could join me later in Mexico.

I thought I was ready
for a whole new life.

I wanted it. Guess I'm just not
finished with the old one yet.

-Maybe I never will be.
-Come here.

-Goodbye.
-Bye.

JOHN-BOY: Mary Ellen thought
that saying goodbye

to Jonesy was the hardest thing
she had ever done.

But what lay ahead of her
was to be even more difficult.

The war was officially over

but she had a private battle
still to face.

-Jason?
-Sorry, Jim-Bob,

-I tripped over the wastebasket.
-JIM-BOB: You just getting home?

JASON: It was hard closing up.
Corabeth didn't leave me.

She kept asking me to
play her favorite piano roll.

-JIM-BOB: Yeah? What's that?
-Moonlight Sonata.

-Goodnight, Jason.
-Goodnight, Jim-Bob.