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Well...

It's time to go home.

We're home, Mama.

Well, did you have a nice time?
What did you see?

It was funny, Mama.

Sorry we're so late, Mary,
but it was such a soft night,

we walked all the way home.

And then we had to count
leaves and things.

It's way past your bedtime,
young man.

I'm thirsty.

You've got the outing tomorrow.
You know we won't be back until late.

There's lemonade in the icebox.

You may have one glass
if you promise that you won't--

I won't, I promise.

I'm glad you two had a good time.

All right, I had a couple.

Only two. You know
I wouldn't go past my limit.

I wouldn't have had those
if it hadn't been for Rufus.

I mean it. You saw him
come staggering in here.

He insisted on stopping off
for a little "lotion" as he called it.

I had a terrible time
getting him home.

The boy's a real hoister.
Takes after his mother.

I don't think that's funny, Jay.

Look!

No, here it is. Jay!

You're awful.

Jesus did.

Well, maybe he did,
but you're not.

Finish that, up to bed.

That is Jesus in his nightshirt,

staying up after his bedtime
to talk to the elders.

Gracious, there's a lot to do
before your people come tomorrow.

Mary.

Are you all right? Fine.

Fine. It's to be expected for now.

What's the matter, Mama?

Mama just stooped over
very quickly, that's all,

and it made the room go round.

The room isn't going around.

Why don't you tell him, Mary?

He's gonna have to find out sometime.

He has to go to bed,
that's what he has to do.

Find out what, Mama?

Rufus, come here to Mama.

Um, after a while, you're going
to have a wonderful surprise.

What?

If I told you, it wouldn't be
a surprise anymore, would it?

-Will I get it tonight?
-Not for a long time.

Will I get
it before the vacation's over?

Way after that. We'll be
getting ready for Christmas.

-I know what it is.
-A cap.

No, it's not a cap.

Is it like a present?

Well...

Something, only very much nicer.

Where is it?

It's in heaven.

Still up in heaven.

Jay...

Rufus, come here, honey.

Now, this surprise is something
that your mama's getting,

but she's gonna share it with us.

And we have to help her
get ready for it.

So for the next few months,
we won't ask her

to do for us things
that we can do for ourselves.

Like...

Bedtime.

-But I haven't finished my lemonade.
-Good night, old google eyes.

I'll turn down your bed,

and I want to see you wash
tonight with soap.

Meet you out on the front porch
for some good old rye whiskey.

Or would you rather have lemonade?

What?

"Jesus did."

I'm glad you didn't laugh
when he said that to me.

Or when you were telling him
about the surprise,

and he thought it was a cap.

You know, I think he still does.

He was looking at one
in Harveson's window

on the way back from the movies.

You ought to tell him, Jay.
He's too young for a cap.

Too young?

He was awful interested
in Dallinger's window too.

It seems that Dallinger's
got a statue--

I know what he's got.
Dallinger ought to be arrested.

Hasn't Rufus ever seen you
with no clothes on?

Jay...

I...
Has he ever seen you?

Once, maybe.

He's seen himself.

It won't be long anyways,
Mary,

before he's bound to notice that
something's happening.

Not if you don't bring it
to his attention.

Then he'll only hear about it

from the older boys on the
street, would you like that?

Nasty little rowdies.

It's one thing to tell him
about the baby, Jay,

but supposing he starts
making connections between...

Between one thing and another.

Well, he's a lost soul already.
I told you he was a heavy drinker.

Anyway, I wanted to talk to
Father Jackson about it first.

You don't need a minister to tell
you how to talk to your own boy.

Especially one who puts on airs
and calls himself a priest.

And that stuff about the baby
being up in heaven,

it just sets my teeth on edge.

We better get some sleep.
It's a big day tomorrow.

Papa!

-What's the matter?
-Papa.

Hey, what's the trouble?

Big boys don't cry.

Here.

Blow. Hard.

Your mama don't like you
to swallow that stuff.

Now, what's wrong? Bad dream?

Nothing here that ought not to be.

Why, here's poor old Jackie.

I haven't seen him
in I don't know when.

You're getting too big for Jackie.

Well, then you're getting
too big to cry.

Poor little old lonesome
one-eyed Jackie,

laying back in that corner
all this time.

Hey, you're a good smeller.

Can you smell the Christmas tree
the year you got Jackie?

You're getting sleepy.

Boogeyman all scared away.

Tell you what.

I'll sing you one song,
then you be a good boy and go to sleep.

What would you like?

"Froggy."

The one with a thousand verses?

No, sir.

How about...

* Where did you get
Them great big google eyes? *

* Where did you get
Them great big google eyes? *

* You're the best there is *

* And I need you in my biz *

* Where did you get
Them great big google eyes? *

Anybody home?

Why, Aunt Hannah, how nice.

I'm not coming in.

Save you apologizing about
the house not being picked up.

I'm on my way to St. Agnes'.

If I get there late,
I'll have to sit in front pew.

Where's Ma? Is she all right?

Sure. She's taken
to going to early Mass now.

The reason I stopped by--

Excuse my looking this way,

but I have such a lot to do
before Jay's people get here.

They're driving down from LaFollette.

Well, the reason I came--

I know why you stopped by,
Aunt Hannah,

and some Sunday
I'll be going with you,

but it may not be soon.

There, now. That's all you know.

I came by because
I'm going shopping tomorrow,

and I wondered if Rufus
would like to go with me.

I'm sure he'd love to.

Well, I don't believe in asking mothers
what their children would love to do.

I believe in asking the
children. I'll stop by tomorrow.

Morning, ladies.

Good morning, Walter.
Good morning, Mr. Starr.

I'm on my way down to church.

I'd consider it a favor
to drive you ladies.

Well, um, which church
are you driving to, Mr. Starr?

Preston Avenue Methodist, ma'am.

You may take me as far as
St. Agnes' Episcopal.

Up to there, we will be under
the protection of Our Lady.

From there to your church,
you travel at your own risk.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey,
what's going on?

Now, what in the world
are you doing, old google eyes?

That's a funny name,
just like Rufus.

Now, that isn't a funny name.

It is, and it's a nigger name.

The big boys tell you that?

I was wondering who was
going to lick off this dasher.

You come along just in time.

You know, Rufus...

Rufus is a very fine old name.

Now, some colored people take
it too, but that's perfectly all right

and nothing for them
to be ashamed of who take it.

You were given that name

because it was your
great-grandfather Lynch's name.

Your mama's grandfather.
That's a name to be proud of.

And, Rufus...

Don't ever speak
that word "nigger" again.

It's a mean word.

I know you don't mean
nothing by it,

but it's used to hurt
colored people's feelings.

Papa...

I don't wanna be mean to nobody.

I was gonna suggest you save
the south end of that dasher

for your cousin
Jim Wilson.

But I reckon
it wouldn't keep?

Why don't you go out front and
let us know when they get here?

Ralph just called
on the telephone.

Where from?

Ten blocks away,
just downtown.

He called to say
he was almost here.

If you ask me,
he was in a saloon.

Just an excuse to poor
Sally for stopping.

He say anything about knocking
Kaiser Wilhelm's block off?

When they get here, Jay,
I mean...

Well, you won't let Ralph
influence you, will you?

Well, why not?

You know, old Ralph and I
may just stay right here

and have ourselves a bender.
I'm just about ripe for it.

I don't like jokes
about that particular subject.

And you know what I don't like?
Superintendents.

They're coming!

They're coming!

Whoa, Nellie!
Whoa, girl!

Yee-haw! Ha-ha!

Now, please, Ralph,

will you don't talk religion
in front of Mary?

You mean the pesky pagan?

No, excuse me,
Anglo-Catholic.

Hey, you know
what that is, Pa?

That's a soft-shell Catholic
that never learned Latin.

Hello. Hello, Jay.

Hey, boy, we made it
safe and sound.

Well, where'd you get
the new car?

-Like it?
-It says Mercer.

1,800 smacks, F.O.B. Detroit.
She goes like an old six.

Rufus, here's your cousin,
Jim Wilson.

Why don't you all
come up on the porch?

I thought we'd have a glass
of something cold.

You certainly do
look fine, Ma.

I'd have said so sooner,
but I had to admire this car.

-You two.
-All right, Ma.

I don't think I'll ever get used
to riding automobiles.

I don't seem to be able
to keep up with all the work.

Mary, baby don't
show much yet, do it?

Turn sideways.

Why don't you all
come up on to the porch?

Jim Wilson, run on over there
and play with your cousin Rufus.

Hop in there, Jay.
Jay, hop in there.

Sit on these seats.
Sit on these things, boy.

Feel 'em. Feel 'em.

That's real leather.
That ain't oilcloth.

What you trying to do,
make me look like a piker?

Well, you are a piker.

A piker
with that old tin lizzie.

How do you like
this color?

Boy, I guess
I should've picked black.

It'd look better
for my profession, but...

It's just a butterfly.

That top there goes up and down

easy as a window shade.

Dad--! You-- You--

Jim Wilson,
I've told you

to keep them fingers
off that trimming.

Now, that's
what ruins it.

That's the trouble
with a new car.

You come too, Rufus.
Where you going, Sally?

I am taking them to
the bathroom, if you must know.

Do you want them
to have an accident?

Just asking, that's all.
I was just asking. Heh.

These are comfortable, Pa.

I'd ask you all into the house,
but it's such a hurrah's nest.

Some lemonade,
Mother Follet?

Wait on Pa first,
if you will, Mary.

You know
how parched he gets.

Hey, Ralph, I'd figured on us
going out there in two cars,

but with that new chariot
of yours,

why don't we just
all go with you?

Two with one flush.
That's Sally. Economical.

My, this is restful.

No, here below's
not meant to be restful.

We'll get all the rest
we need in the grave.

With my luck, the day
they put me to rest,

the next day
will be resurrection.

Mama, can I help put things
on the running board?

Smell my hands, Jay.

Go on, smell 'em.

There's nothing
on your hands, Ralph.

Yes, there is.

That's formaldehyde.

I can't smell it,
but everybody else can.

I scrub 'em
and I scrub 'em,

but I never can
get rid of that smell.

Ralph, you're just
imagining things.

You work
in a law office.

You don't walk around
stinking of embalming fluid.

You didn't sit down next to
this girl in the picture show

and have her
get right up and move.

Everybody's
waiting on us, Ralph.

Yeah. Little wife
and kidneys.

Reformed booze fighter.

Lord, ain't nothing more
reformed than that.

Let Jim Wilson
blow the horn now, honey.

Hey. Hey. Hey, Jay.

You drive and I'll
be the conductor.

Hey. Hey, honey,

your folks still
live over on Forest Avenue?

Yes. Why?

Driver, I want you to go over
the way of Forest Avenue.

Boy, we're gonna give your
in-laws a real treat.

Move over, Rufus.

New car!

It's mine! Mine!

I'm letting Jay drive it though.
My car. My car.

Just letting him drive it.

What do you suppose
that was for?

Joel, that was Mary.
I know.

Andrew, that was Mary.
I know, Mom.

She told me they're
driving up county

to visit with Jay's
great-grandma.

Wonder what brought
them by here.

Ralph Follet advertising
he's got a new machine.

And that was to show
Mary's folks that

maybe their daughter married
the wrong Follet.

Jay, does she know
we're coming?

I don't see how
she could.

If it's been years and
she's that old,

how do we know
that she's still...

Anything happened to great
grandma we'd have heard.

She's well taken care of.

Sadie, my oldest sister, she's
been staying out there with her,

Ever since I can
remember.

Anything happened
to great grandma,

Sadie have gotten word to us.

Hey, y'all, come on.
Come on.

Dadburnit, come on!

Come on. Come on.

Darned lemonade.

Lord above. Howdy, John Henry.

Howdy, Sadie.

And that's Jessie,
ain't it?

Well, Lord God.
Well, pile out, everybody.

Pile out.

I thought maybe you
wouldn't have knowed us.

Why, I knowed y'all the minute
I laid eyes on you.

Howdy, Aunt Sadie.

-This is Jay, ain't it?
-You're Ralph's brother?

Yes, ma'am, I'm Ralph, and this
is my new car we came in.

And over here
is my bride Sally.

Least that's the way I
like to think of her.

How do you do, Sadie?
This is Mary, Aunt Sadie.

-Proud to know you.
-I figured it must be you.

This here's our boy Rufus.

Say hello to
Aunt Sadie, Rufus.

Hello, Aunt Sadie.
Rufus.

Jim Wilson,
you come over here, boy.

Give your Aunt Sadie a
great big kiss and a hug.

That's our boy,
Aunt Sadie.

Lord, God.

How's Grandma?

Well...

As good as we got
any right to expect.

But don't feel put out
if she don't know none of you.

Half the time,
she don't even know me.

Poor old soul.

So if I was y'all, I'd come
up on her kinda easy like.

It's been a coon's age since she
seen so many folks all at once.

Me neither.
It might scare her

if you come gooping
up on her in a flock.

-Why don't you go the first, Pa?
-You're the oldest.

No, it ain't me
she wants to see, son.

It's the young 'uns that
tickle her the most.

We better just let her get used
to the presence of folks

before we go up on her.

Well, I reckon she's
used to you by now.

Wait. Just wait
here a minute.

Grandma.
You got company.

You hear me, Grandma?
You got company.

Jay and his wife and
the young 'un and the others

come up from Knoxville
to see you.

She knows you.

Come on over, Jay.

I'll tell her about
the rest of you in a minute.

Don't wanna mix her up.

Now, don't holler.
It'll only scare her.

Just talk loud and plain
right next to her ear.

Grandma?

I'm Jay,
John Henry's boy.

She knows you.

Can't she talk anymore?

Times she can
and times she can't.

Ain't ever so seldom
cause for talk

I reckon she loses
the hang of it.

But I figure she knows you
and I'm tickled she does.

Rufus. Come here, honey.

Just call her Grandma.

Go right up to her ear like you
do to Grandma Lynch,

and say,
"Grandma, I'm Rufus."

Grandma, I'm Rufus.

Come around here
where she can see you.

Say, "I'm Jay's boy,
Rufus."

I'm Jay's boy, Rufus.

Now kiss her.

Jay.

No. Leave them be.

Is she all right?

All she knows is
something's been took from her.

Lord, God.
She's talking.

What is it, Grandma?

She says she's been
borned again.

Kitty.

My, this is nice.

* Go tell Aunt Rosie *

* Go tell Aunt Rosie *

* Go tell Aunt Rosie *

* The old gray goose is dead *

What?

Nothing. I'm awful.

The old gray
goose is dead.

Can't help thinking that your
brother'd be right there

to get the burying
business.

Poor Ralph.

He said that he'd handle
everything

when Great Grandma's time
finally came.

I'd be right proud
to officiate.

I am terrible.

Google-eyes asleep?

Well!

I hope the neighbors
enjoyed that.

Jay?

What is it, Jay?

I reckon it's just seeing
Great Grandma again.

Seeing Pa begin
to shrink up.

Feeling Rufus
growing bigger.

And singing them
sad old songs.

I reckon it's a lot
of things, Mary.

I know.

You hold 'em,
sing to 'em.

Way back before you were even
dreamed of in this world,

someone was holding and
singing to Great Grandma.

Way back on a mountain.

Past her, all the
way back to Adam.

Only, nobody ever
sang to Adam.

God did.

Maybe God did.

How far we all come, Mary,
away from ourselves.

So far, we can't remember
where we started.

Or where it was we
thought we were going.

All you know is

you were going someplace.

But we're supposed to come away
from ourselves, Jay.

That's the whole point.
We're supposed to come away--

Yes, I know. I know.

To God.

I don't see how you can
feel the way you do

and not believe in him.

We come from
people, Mary.

And in time, they all
fall away from us.

Like Great Grandma.

Like Rufus. Like...

And when we're
80 years old, you and me.

All we'll have left
is us.

That's what
I believe in.

Maybe that's it.

Maybe that's
where we're heading.

To each other.

The sad thing is

the distance between us.

Maybe-- Maybe if
we keep going

in the direction
we think is right...

Maybe we can't ever get
all the way there.

But at least we can make that
distance less than it was.

You just don't bend in the
middle the way you used to.

Clumsy me. I'll be glad
when I can stoop again.

So will I. Jay.

I only meant I'll be glad
when the baby gets here.

What are you doing?

Just taking the damp
out for you.

When I was a youngster
on the farm,

I didn't like to be
in a big bed all to myself.

I used to cry.

Ma used to do this

so I'd feel
someone'd just been in it

and might be back
right away.

Your job is to get the other
side all comfortable for me.

Other times, Ma used to
bring me her pillow,

put it under the covers
next to me.

Said I was to pretend
it was one of them

keeping me warm
through the night

and watching over me.

Poor Ma.

She slept without a pillow
for a long time there.

I'm coming, damn it.

Hello?

Yeah, central,
this is Jay Follet.

Well, put him through.

Hello, Ralph.

What's the trouble,
Ralph?

It's Pa, Jay.

I come home specially
to call you up.

Listen, Ralph,
I appreciate your calling.

And your not putting me up.
Now tell me about Pa.

It's about Pa.
He got sick.

Lord God, Jay,
it looks like the end, boy.

Well, that's entirely
up to you, Jay.

Ralph, I take it you had
a doctor. What's he say?

The way you say it, I expect
the doctor says a good chance.

All right, all right.

I'm starting right up.

I ought to be
in LaFollette--

What time is it, Mary?

Ten after 3.

It's 10 after 3, Ralph.

I ought to be there
a little after 5.

That's the best my old
tin lizzie can make it.

Roger.

Lord,
talking to him is like

putting socks
on an octopus.

Is he... Is it bad?

Lord knows.

With Ralph telling it,
I can't be sure.

But I can't afford
to take the risk.

No. Of course not.

Try to be brave now.

But if you wanna cry
your heart out, why,

that's only natural.

You just lean on me.

Just let me be, Ralph.

What a heavenly
night, Jay.

I wish I could
come with you.

Yeah, I wish you
could, dear.

I wish you could.

I mustn't keep you.

It's time to go.

Good night, Mary.

Ä°t's such
a lovely night.

Don't you come
one step farther.

Holy hot jumping death!

Jay!

Dear...

I've a dear.

Why did Papa have to go?

Because Grandpa
is very sick

and might not
get well again.

And if you can't get well again,
then God lets you go to sleep.

Don't you ever
wake up again?

You wake up
right away in heaven.

Only the people one earth
can't see you anymore,

and you can't see them.

Now, when Aunt Anna comes
to take you shopping today,

you remember what
you're to say to her.

Mama?

When my rabbits went to sleep,
did they wake up in heaven too?

I don't know, Rufus.

I imagine they woke up
in a part of heaven

that God gave
especially for rabbits.

Did they wake up all
bloody like they were?

No, Rufus, that was only their
poor little bodies.

God wouldn't let them wake up

all hurt and bloody,
poor things.

Then why did God let the dogs
get in?

Now, don't dawdle and butter
this while it's still hot.

I bet they sneaked in
when he wasn't looking.

Because he sure wouldn't have
let them in if he'd been there,

didn't they, Mama?

No, Rufus.

We believe that God
is everywhere,

and knows everything,

and nothing can happen
without his knowing.

But the devil
is everywhere too.

Everywhere except
in heaven that is.

And he's always
tempting us.

And when we do what
he tempts us to do

then God lets us do it.

What's "tempt?"

Tempt is...

Well, the devil tempts us when
there's something we want to do,

but we know it's bad.

Why does God let us
do bad things?

He doesn't want us
to do bad things,

but to know
good from bad,

and be good from
our own hearts.

But if God
can do anything,

why doesn't
he make us be good?

Because he doesn't
want to.

Why doesn't he want to?
It would be easier for him.

God doesn't believe
in the easy way.

Not for us. Not for
anything or anybody.

Not even for himself.

God wants us to come
to him and to find him,

the best we can.

Do I have to
wear my hat?

What?

It's a baby hat. Do I?

Rufus.

Yes.

That must be Papa.

Hello?

Yes, central, go ahead.

It is Papa.

Jay?

That's wonderful, Jay.

Then he's out of danger?

Dear.

So you went all that way
for nothing.

Yes, he's right here.
Hold on a minute.

Hello?

Fine. Fine.

When will you
be home, Papa?

He has to stay
awhile to help out

because Uncle Ralph
isn't feeling good.

But he'll be
home for supper.

And he said to
give you this.

Goodbye, Papa.

And don't forget
your hat.

Hello, it's me, Jay.

Yes, and I thank
you for it too,

only he got me all
over toast and crumbs.

Heh. And there's oatmeal
in the telephone.

Jay, don't hurry
if it means driving fast.

I'd rather hold supper
than have you race.

All right, darling.

Thank you for calling.

Mwah. Bye.

Those are the poor
little orphan children

over in a place
called Belgium.

They are orphans because they
have no mother and no father.

My, land. Why don't I
give them these old shoes?

I just got new ones. These have
miles of walking in them,

and they're all broke in.

Wouldn't you like to help
the orphans too, Rufus?

Kiddo could wear that in church
and they wouldn't throw him out.

You look here.

This boy sits in church,
he's bare-headed.

What he wants is something he
can wear to a cat and dog fight.

Now, you just let him see
something sporty.

Well, now,
why didn't you say so?

Kiddo is looking
for real class,

we got what we call a Chesbo.

Really, Aunt Hannah,
that cap.

I don't think I'll
ever forgive you.

I don't blame you.

I'm glad you stayed.

You can just be here
when Rufus tells his father

who bought him
that awful cap.

If I know Jay,

he'll go out and get himself
one just like it.

He's just apt
to do that.

In a way I'm glad
he is late.

At least that means
he isn't rushing.

Darlin', I'm now
on the kitchen road,

and I just finished
a big bowl of chili.

I hope you
didn't waste supper.

Hello?

Would you talk a little louder?
I can't hear you.

I said I can't hear you.

Will you talk a little louder,
please?

Thank you.

What is it?

Yes, this is
Mrs. Follet.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, there's my brother.

Where should he come to?

Twelve miles out
on the Ball Camp Pike.

Brannick Flackston's truck.

Yes, I've got it.

He'll be out there
just as fast as he can.

You were very kind to call.

Thank you very much.

Two-three-seven, please.

Hello? Hello?

Andrew?

Mar?

Mary?

My God, Mary.

Jay's been in an accident.
What?

Of course I will, Mary.

Where is he?

Twelve miles.
Out the Ball Camp Pike.

I've got it.

I'll get Walter started
driving out right away.

His brother has a machine.

How bad is it?
Hold it, Mary.

How bad is it?

Mary? Where is he hurt?

You mean you didn't ask?

Jay's been in
an accident.

Look, look, Mary.
I'm just wasting time.

Now, don't you worry.

I'll let you know
as soon as I find out.

I'll phone you.

Bye, Mary.

How about
we have some tea?

Fine.

Fine. That's a good idea.

Let me-- What?

Is there anything
I can do?

Not a thing.
Thank you, Aunt Hannah.

You sit down.

This'll be ready in a jiff.

The maid's room!

The what?

That's what Jay called it.
It's the spare bedroom.

I'm ashamed because I haven't
cleaned it in a thousand years.

We let Rufus play in it
on rainy days,

coloring and stuff.

Why don't I get it ready
in case he's well enough

to be brought home?

That's a good idea.

It's very possible
that he might have to be taken

straight to a hospital.

The man did say it was serious,
after all.

Well, how's that water?

Sakes alive,
the watched pot.

I suppose we'll
just have to wait.

Why didn't he tell me?

Why didn't I ask?

Didn't I care?

I didn't even ask how serious.

Where is he hurt?
Is he living or dead?

That we'll simply have
to wait to find out.

Don't you think I know that?

Of course we have to.

That's what's
so unbearable.

I'm sorry.

It's just that it...

It's such an important thing
to say.

So simple to say.

At least he could give me
some general idea

as to whether he could go home
or to a hospital, or...

And surely,
if he meant the very worst,

he would've just told me
so straight out

and not leave us all on...

On tenterhooks.

Did Rufus pick out that cap
all by himself?

You don't think I chose
that monstrosity, do you?

He was all set to pick
a very gentile little surgerer.

A goodie-goodie tweed,
but I...

I smelled the hypocrisy.

I was thinking of a story
Jay told me once.

Happened when he was
a little boy.

It seems
that there was this--

This woman who put on
a lot of airs.

"A wonderful host"
Jay called her.

Anyway, it seems that
this woman went out

and bought a big,
enormous hat.

All covered with big,
enormous, velvet roses.

Just to wear
to a funeral.

Anyway, they go out
to the burial and it's--

It's one of those
country services,

you know,
like the Cumberlands?

And everybody's got his head
bowed low and only...

Only her hat's not pinned.
Ha-ha!

And it falls
to the ground

just at the point

that the minister is gonna
throw the wreath into the--

Anyway,
he picks up her new hat,

and he throws it right
into the open--

Right on top of the--

And then the sexton shoveled
in about a ton of dirt.

And Jay said that
that woman was so mad

they thought she just

murder that minister
for throwing it in.

You know what he really said?
No.

He said that she was mad enough
to put on her copper-toed boots

and go to a butt-kicking
contest.

We're terrible joking
about things like that.

At least I am.
I'm just ashamed of myself.

That man on the phone.
Why didn't I ask him?

And what's keeping Andrew?

He should've phoned by now.

Unless he's had an accident.

If he dies...

If he's dead,
Aunt Hannah,

I don't know what I'll do.

I just don't know
what I'll do.

Now, now,
you'll do well.

Whatever it is now,
you'll do well.

Don't you doubt it.

It's well to be ready
for the worst

and in the meantime,

try to find a little mercy
in it.

Mercy.

A little time
to prepare ourselves.

I'm sorry, Aunt Hannah.

You're quite right.

For whatever it may be.

Whatever is,
it's already over and done with.

Either he was badly hurt,
but he lived,

or he was so terribly hurt
that he'll die.

Or he was already gone
when the man called

and he just couldn't bear
to be the one to tell me.

One or the other.

Or the other.

Aunt Hannah, could we kneel
down for a minute?

Whatever is, is.

No amount of guessing or hoping
or wishing or praying

is going to change it
one iota.

You know that. Don't you?

In the name of the Father,
the Son...

O, Lord, strengthen me...

Our Father,
who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done on earth

as it is in heaven.

Mary!

He's dead, isn't he,
Andrew?

He was dead when you got there.

He was killed.

Instantly.

I've got to sit down.

Let Papa know and Mama.
I promised.

I'll go.

Miss Follet,
I wish it had been me.

I think I'd like
just a little whiskey.

Now, Andrew, I wanna
hear all about it.

Wouldn't you rather wait?
Now!

He didn't suffer?
Instantly, you say?

I saw him, Mary.

There was only one small
mark on his body.

Right at the exact point
of his chin.

A small bruise.
That's all.

It wasn't even swollen.

That's all?

The doctor said it was
concussion of the brain.

It was instantaneous.

He lost control of his car
and went over an embankment.

He couldn't have suffered,
Mary.

I saw his face.

He just looked startled
and resolute,

and mad as hell.

There was not one trace
of fear or pain.

There wouldn't have been
any fear anyway.

I saw him stripped
at the undertaker's.

It was just
that small bruise.

He had the most
magnificent physique

I have ever seen
on a human being.

Andrew?
No, I have to know.

Here. Take this.

I wanna pour my own.
As strong as I can stand it.

Drink it slowly.
You're not used to it.

All I can say is
that when my time comes,

I only hope I can die
half as well.

Give me his strength.

That's how he was taken.

Singing, probably.

Happy.

All alone.

Racing home because
he loved so to go fast

and he couldn't, except--

Except when he was alone.

And because he didn't want
to disappoint his family.

That's how he'd look death
itself in the face.

That's how he did.

Gain his strength.

Those are the words

that are gonna be put
on his gravestone, Andrew.

The one whose father was killed
in the war at Sharpsburg?

Do you want us to go home,
Mary?

No, Papa.

We need to keep out
of the way.

With Mama here,
it's very hard to talk.

I wanna speak long distance,
please.

Hello?

Long distance?

I wanna make a call
to Ralph Follet

in LaFollette,
Tennessee.

I wanna talk to you alone
a minute.

Have you got that?

Thank you.
I said, thank you.

Excuse us a minute.

Ralph Follet. F-O-L...

No, central. F.

As in "father."

F-O. Have you got that?

L-L-E-T.

No, I haven't.

Will you ring me
as soon as you get him?

Ralph isn't to bury Jay!

No matter what,
I won't have that.

You tell him--!

Don't hurt his feelings,
but I mean it.

Hello?

Ralph?

This is Andrew Lynch.

Something I've got
to tell you.

You remember what
Cousin Patty was like?

When she lost her husband
you were maybe 5 or 6.

Well, she ran around

like a chicken with
its head cut off.

"Why did it have to be me?"

Batting her head
against the furniture,

trying to stab herself
with her scissors,

yelling like a stuck pig.

You could hear her
in the next block.

You needn't worry.

I don't because
you're no fool.

But you'd better,

and that's what I want
to warn you about.

It's bad enough right now,
but when it really sinks in,

it'll be any amount worse.

You'll feel that it's
more than you can bear.

You'll have to go through
with it alone

because there isn't
a thing on earth

any of us can do
to help,

beyond blind
animal sympathy.

I imagine you're thinking
about your religion.

I am.

Take the greatest
possible care

not to just crawl into it
like a hole and hide in it.

I'll take care.

Jay, my dear.

You're all right now,
my darling.

You're not troubled anymore,
are you, my dearest?

My dear one.

Everything's gonna be all right.

For me.

And Rufus.

And for the baby.

Jay

stay with me.
Don't leave me now.

Just a minute more.

Is that you, Papa?

Papa?

Go to sleep, darling.

Go to sleep.

Papa isn't here.

Take off that cap.

Papa! Papa! I have a cap!

No, Aunt Hannah, let him.

Where's Papa?

Rufus, come here to Mama.

Papa was on his way home
last night and he--

He got...

He had an accident.

So God let him go
to sleep and...

And took him straight away
with him to heaven.

Like the rabbits?

We thought it was gonna
be Grandpa, but we were wrong.

Do you see, Rufus?

Do you understand?

Now, you be a good boy
and go and have your breakfast.

Auntie Hannah's got it ready
for you.

Is Papa dead?

Yes!

Papa couldn't help it.

What do you mean?

Having an accident.

God doesn't put you to sleep
for that, does he?

Rufus, it wasn't that kind
of an accident.

Didn't your mother
just explain it to you?

He had what they call
a fatal accident.

It was a concussion.

After you've had your breakfast,
you can go out and play.

But don't go far.

Aunt Hannah! Where is he?

Where is Jay? Mary!

I mean, where is he now?

Nobody even told me.
Where did they take him?

Down to Robert's, Mary,
over on Grand Avenue.

Why, I just wanted
to know where he was.

There you are, sir. I'd say
you're right handsome.

Now why don't you get
your Henny Penny book

and your coloring stuff?

Pretty soon,
it will be time to go.

Go where?

Didn't anybody tell you?

What?

Dear.

Now, um, this morning,
very soon,

we will all go down to Grandma
and Grandpa Lynch's,

and see your papa
once more.

And tell him goodbye.

But I thought Mama said...

I know, darling.
I know he is.

But...
What you will see is...

Your papa will seem
very strange to you

because he's so still.

But that's just simply
the way he's got to look.

-Father Jackson.
-Miss Lynch?

Come in, I'll tell my niece
you're here.

Don't go away now.
We'll be going very soon.

It's Father Jackson
from Chattanooga, Mary.

I asked him to wait.

That's my father's chair.

Children must not stare
at their elders.

That is ill-bred.

Say "Sir, " or
"I beg your pardon, Father."

Sir.

Will you come up, Father?

Mary, this is Father.

Father, I need help.

You have my
deepest sympathy.

I want to know why.
Can you tell me that?

Why did he go?

-Perhaps if we pray--
-Why did he go?

-He was good, Father!
-The Lord be with you.

-Let us pray...
-He was a good man.

O, almighty and merciful God...

If God is fair and just,
then how could he?

Why did he do this?
Please, tell me why!

Stop hurting my mother!
Stop hurting my mother!

Rufus!

Rufus,
don't go away now.

But Mama?

I thought you said
he was in heaven.

This isn't Papa, really,
Rufus. He is in heaven.

His soul is.

This is just the part of him
that's left to us

so that we will always remember
what he looked like.

God, bless us
and help us all.

God, help us
to know thy will.

God.

I'm Ralph Follet,
immediate family.

Also in the profession.

He was a wonderful man.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

I'm sorry, Mary.
You're very kind.

If there's anything
I can do...

No, there
really is nothing.

I can't believe it.

Walter? He raised me,
his own brother,

and then they-- They--
Don't even ask me to bury him.

Now how does that look?
Well, I-- I ask you.

I was telling my husband,
it'll be the first

posthumous birth
in the family since 1863.

Rufus?

You didn't think of me
at all, did you?

Didn't even think of me.

He was my only brother.

He was my only husband.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners, now

and in the hour of our death.

Amen.

O, Lord,
cherish and protect

this innocent
and orphaned child.

Guard him in all temptations
which life may bring.

Aunt Hannah.

That when he comes
to understand this thing,

which in thy inscrutable wisdom,
thou hast brought to pass,

he may know and reverence
thy will.

God, we beseech thee.

Let this boy, and the child
who is yet unborn,

may ever be the children

which this good man
would have desired them to be.

Amen.

Grandma says
you've got to eat something.

Rufus, in a day or so Mama
will be feeling much better.

And then
I'll make up to you

for not being with you
these last few days, all right?

Mama? Can I stay
up here with you?

Rufus, I'd like that,

but mama really needs to be
alone for a while. Please.

Say, I--
I almost forgot.

In my pocketbook,
it's hanging on the hall rack,

you look.

There's a bottle cap
I brought for you.

Orange Crush?

I expect that's
a rare one.

And, um,
I found your crayons,

and I put 'em
on your dresser.

And now, if you'll get into
your everyday clothes,

Aunt Hannah would love
to take you to a picture show

if we can find a good
William S. Hart.

All right?

I guess I can't stay up here
and hide forever.

Can I?

You've got too much spunk
for that.

"That's not enough, " Papa said.

He said I'd need gumption.

He said I owed it to Jay.

There you are, old man.

I was just going looking
for you.

Your Uncle Andrew
wants to tell you something.

I was just telling your
grandfather here,

we thought maybe...

Well, we thought maybe you'd
like to hear it too.

Let's sit down, shall we?

Rufus, I just want
to say to you that...

Well, when something happened
today out at Greenwood.

And if you'd been there,
why, you--

You would've felt
real good about it.

Right when they began
to lower your father

into the ground,

a cloud came over
the sun.

And it got all dark.

And a great big white
butterfly

came and settled down
on the coffin.

And it just rested there.

Just

barely making
its wings breathe.

Like a big heart.

And it stayed there,
Rufus.

All the way down.

Until it touched the bottom.

And just when it did,

the sun came out,

dazzling bright.

And he flew up out of
that hole in the ground.

And straight up
into the sky.

So high I couldn't
even see him any more.

Don't you think
that's wonderful, Rufus?

This is
my daddy's chair.

I want my daddy.

I want my daddy!

Papa! Papa! Papa! Papa!

Rufus!

No! Let him
pick himself up.

Go away! Go away!
I don't want you!

I don't want you!
I don't want you!

I want Papa too, Rufus.

But so did God.

My, this is a n--

A nice place.

I can see why you and Papa
liked to come here.

Won't you come
and sit with me?

Please?

Where's your cap?

I don't like it anymore.

And why not?
It was such a nice cap.

Because Aunt Hannah
got it for me.

Because I'm an orphan.

Darling,
you're not an orphan.

I don't want you going around
saying or thinking that you are,

do you hear me?
Because it isn't so!

Orphans have not either
a father or a mother, and--

And nobody to take care of them
or love them, you see?

That's why people
give them things.

But you have your mother.
Do you see?

Do you?

And Rufus, I--

Don't you be sorry
you're not an orphan.

You be thankful.

Orphans may sound lucky to you
because they're far away

and everybody's talking
about them now,

but they are very unhappy
little children be--

Because they don't have--
Anybody to love them.

Do you understand?

Do you?

Rufus, there's-- There's
something I've got to tell you.

Remember that surprise
we talked about?

Do you want to know
what it's gonna be?

What?

A baby.

You're going to have
a baby sister.

Or it may turn out
to be a brother,

but I dearly hope
it will turn out to be a sister.

Isn't that wonderful?

Where is she now?

I thought you said
the surprise was in heaven.

Is it still there?

Jay.

Help me.

Here.

Give me your hands.

That's the baby.
Right here.

It won't always be inside Mama
where it is now,

warm and comfortable,

but it will be born.

And it--

It will be like some of Papa
will be back with us again.

God bless my children.

God bless both of them.

Amen.

Come on, google eyes.

Time to go home.