All language subtitles for Since.You.Went.Away.1944.720p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

This is the moment I've dreaded...
coming back to our home...

alone.

Oh, Tim. Tim.
You've been gone only an hour,

and already the house
is empty without you.

Darling, forgive me.

I held myself together
through all our good-byes

and I've tried to understand,

but I still don't know why
you should risk your life...

you, the best-natured
and dearest person in the world.

I'll try to remember
what you said last night...

that years from now,

this will seem the greatest
adventure we ever had,

even though we had it separately.

But I have no courage, Tim.

You know I have no courage,
and I have no vision.

And already
I'm so very lonely.

We've had at least today.

I'll try to keep all
the good things as they were.

I'll keep the past alive,

like a warm room for you
to come back to.

I promise.

I promise.

Mother!

Mother!

- Mother, where are you?
- Upstairs, dear.

Hello, Mother.

Hi, darlings.
Are you awfully wet?

Jane, such a nice, fresh cheek.

Better get your
wet things off, Brig.

Did Pop get off all right?
Was his train on time?

It was mean of Pop not to let us
go to the station with you.

Darling, you know
how much he loves you.

He didn't even want me there.

You know how he hates a fuss.
And Louisiana's not so far.

And he'll be home on leave
before he go...

He looked so swell in his cap
and uniform, didn't he?

I'll bet the others were all jealous.
I'd hate a squinchy little father.

Pop looks like a parade
all by himself.

- Did he have my present with him?
- Right in his pocket, Brig.

I hope he keeps all his money
in it and everything.

I hope he buys
those generals a drink,

and maybe he'll be a major
by the time he gets home on leave.

He can be a major
anytime he wants to.

Anyhow, he'd probably rather do
something else with it anyway,

like sending Mother
a present or...

- Or what, honey?
- I don't know.

Buy some magazines
or books maybe.

I wasn't really thinking.

I have an idea.

How would you like to play
gin rummy before dinner?

- Okay?
- Okay.

Let's not.
It won't be the same without Pop.

Not even gin rummy...
nothing!

Hello, Soda.

Brig, are you never going to get
out of this bathroom?

Go fly a kite. I wish you'd wait
till I get through!

If you don't get through soon,
you'll brush the enamel off your teeth.

You all stop that bickering.

It's time you girls
was getting to bed.

- Hi, Fidelia.
- Hello, Fidelia.

- Where have you been all day?
- Where's your mother?

I'm in here,
in Jane's room.

All right, princess,
the mirror's all yours now.

You can have a wonderful time
looking at yourself.

Evening, Miz Hilton.

Did Captain Hilton
get away all right this afternoon?

Yes, Fidelia. He said he'd send you
a postcard from New Orleans.

What about you?
How did things go?

I got that job this afternoon
with some lofty people uptown.

The wages is mighty fine.
I starts right away.

But I ain't gonna be contentment.

I ain't gonna be contentment like
I been right here all these years.

I'm afraid we're not going to be
very contentment either, Fidelia.

What's more, I don't know what
kind of housekeeper I'm going to make.

I can tell you something.
You ain't gonna be very good.

I've been figuring out this budget.
I don't see how we're going to make it.

I've already arranged
to sell the car.

I don't think the government
pays them officers enough.

I don't see why Mr. Hilton
ain't worth as much to Uncle Sam

as he was to that
advertising company.

You'll probably have
a much easier time

than you've had
taking care of all of us.

You're not leaving us?

Did we do something
to make you mad?

Honey, you couldn't do nothing
to make me mad, no matter what.

You're just like my own child.

Did I hear something
about Fidelia leaving?

Now, Jane, I'm just as unhappy
about it as you are.

We can't keep up the payments
on the house

just by cutting down
on your allowances.

Golly.
First Pop, and now Fidelia.

That's enough of that, Brig.
I don't want no mourning.

You say good night
to your sister and run along to bed.

You, too, Jane.
Tomorrow's a school day.

The Lord Himself will have to take
care of these calamities somehow.

You'll come to see us,
won't you, Fidelia?

Of course I will, child.

If you don't pick up your clothes,
you never will keep a husband.

Men don't fancy disorderment.

- Good night for now, Jane, honey.
- Good night, Fidelia.

Whee! I'm a commando!

This is all that's left
of Fidelia's last cake,

and I'm afraid it's pretty stale,
but cake is cake these days.

I don't care what they do
as long as they don't ration pickles.

Yes, I know.

You'll have chronic indigestion
by the time the war's over.

Hi, Gladys.

What on earth's
the matter with that child?

Gladys is afraid
of grownups, that's all.

I'd like to hear her say two words
just to be sure she can talk.

Who you talking about... Gladys?
I don't see how Brig can put up with it.

I don't think much of your friends.
They're all man-crazy just like you are.

It's too early
in the morning to argue.

Hurry up. You'll be late.

You tell Becky Anderson
the next time she tries to high-hat me...

- Good morning, Mr. Mahoney.
- Good morning, girls.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, Mrs. Hilton.

I thought I'd bring the groceries and see
if there was anything I could do.

That is nice of you. I think
I'll need all the help I can get.

I hope you won't mind
waiting on last month's bill.

I haven't received
my first allotment check yet,

and I'm not
a very good manager.

I know, everybody's
got problems these days.

Now, you take me,
for instance.

I'm trying to get enough
of everything for my customers.

Would you believe it, Mrs. Hilton...
one of them had the nerve

to ask me why I didn't
go into the black market.

- Me, with my boy in the service.
- You don't mean Johnny?

I wondered why
I haven't seen him lately.

Yes, ma'am,
and he's a mighty fine boy.

I've got a picture of him
in his uniform right here.

I'd love to see him.

You're very proud of him,
aren't you?

Yes, ma'am.

There are two things that Johnny
always wanted to be.

One of them
was to be an aviator.

And what is Johnny's
other ambition, Mr. Mahoney?

Well, you wouldn't
be believin' this maybe,

but it's advertising.
Advertising.

My Johnny always wanted
to be an advertising man.

Well, I'm sure he'll be
very successful at it.

You really think that,
do you, ma'am?

Yes, I do.

You do?

Well, I guess I'd better
be running along.

- Good-bye, Mrs. Hilton.
- Good-bye.

Mr. Mahoney.

I think Mr. Hilton
might like to help Johnny

get into the advertising business
when the war's over.

Now, that is an idea.
It wouldn't have occurred to me.

Mr. Hilton is in the advertising
business, isn't he?

And I'm sure he'd be delighted.

We've always thought Johnny
was a fine, intelligent boy.

That he is, ma'am.
That and a whole lot more.

And you've really given us
something to look forward to...

me and Johnny and the missus.

It was very nice of you to come
and visit with me this way.

Not at all, ma'am.
Not at all.

- Mother.
- Yes?

Do you think that I could
be a good secretary?

Ha, a secretary.

Why don't you be a Wac?
You could be their mascot.

All right, go ahead and starve.
See if I care.

Dumb magazines.

Everybody's got magazines.

I know!

Why don't we take somebody
into the house... a roomer?

If you're going to throw away aces,
Jane, that's fine with me.

Mother, why shouldn't we
rent a room?

- There's such a terrible shortage.
- Go away.

Down with five.

It's perfectly ridiculous, Brig.
A stranger in our home.

Where you get your ideas
is beyond me.

Certainly it's ridiculous.
It's Communism... that's what it is.

Oh, pooh.
We could get an officer maybe.

And it might be
sort of like having Pop back.

An officer.

I think maybe she's right.

I understand there's not
a room to be had in town.

It might be very patriotic of us
to take an officer into our house.

Patriotism hasn't
anything to do with it.

You're just crazy
about uniforms.

We should do everything
we can for our soldiers.

Brig, Jane,
now that's enough.

Do you want to finish this game
or don't you?

- 102. It's a blitz.
- Turn out the dining room lights.

Suppose Pop were looking
for a room in some crowded city.

Hurry up, Jane. It can't be
that hard to figure out.

Suppose there was a family
like ours that had three bedrooms.

Don't you think it would be
malicious not to rent a room to Pop?

Well, Jane?

I won almost $6,000.

592 points at $10 a point.

Deduct it from what you owe me.

And poor Pop
sleeping in the park!

All right, all right,
Pop is sleeping in the park

and the people are malicious
and we decide to rent him a room.

- Now you satisfied?
- You'll do it?

I didn't say I'd do it.
I'll think about it.

I knew you couldn't be mean like
those characters in that other city.

Come along.

I wonder how much
we can get for Jane's room.

My room?

How much will that be
for three days?

What?

Brig, turn that thing off.
I can't hear.

I'm awfully sorry.

Yes. Will this get
into the early edition?

Yes. Fireplace and bay window.

Oh, all right.
Put in "homey atmosphere."

Mother! Mother!
Wait, please!

Keep quiet, Brig. Would you send
the bill to this address, please?

Thank you.

You don't mean you're
going to rent your room?

That's the room
that will bring the most money.

I'll take your room, and you
can double up with Jane.

You're not going to put
somebody in Pop's room?

I didn't mean that.

You wouldn't want
those characters in that other city

to put Pop in anything
but their best room, would you?

But that's different.
He's Pop.

Good morning.

Is this the place
that advertised for an officer?

That's right.

With the real fireplace,
nice bay window, southern exposure?

That's right.

I haven't seen the room yet,
but the homey atmosphere seems okay.

I guess it's a deal.

I'm sorry, but the room's
already taken.

Oh, I see.

I'm sorry you had
the trip for nothing.

Yes, I can see
you're grief-stricken.

Hi, beaver.

Good morning.
Mrs. Hilton, I presume.

Yes.

May I be permitted to observe,

this is the first house I've found
in this godforsaken community

- that doesn't smell of cabbage.
- Well, it does sometimes.

I was given to understand
at the office of the Purchasing Division,

to which I have
the misfortune to be attached,

that you had a room for rent.

Yes, but I specified an officer.
You see, my husband...

My name is Smollett, William G.,
Colonel, United States Army, retired.

Retired, I might add, by virtue
of certain fatuous opinions

held in the War Department
which judge a man's usefulness

neither by his experience
nor his ability,

but by the number of years
since he was weaned.

Soda.

There was nothing
in the information I was furnished

which indicated that you
had children and domestic pets.

I'm sorry, but they
go with the house.

We won't discuss it.
With your permission, madam,

may we dispense
with further conversation?

I should like
to inspect the room.

Certainly. Just follow me.

I do hope you'll forgive me
if I've been long-winded.

Not at all, madam.

Through a full
and somewhat protracted existence,

I have learned to accept
the natural tendency

of all women to be garrulous.

You're very tolerant, Colonel.

This is an outrage!
Mrs. Hilton!

Can I do anything for you,
Colonel Smollett?

- Mother's busy in the kitchen.
- Indeed you can, Miss Hilton.

You can tell me
who had the kindness

to leave on my bed this
pronouncement from Washington,

this lesson in old-world
courtesy and manners.

I did that, Colonel Smollett.

I thought it might
make it easier for us to get along.

Would you mind helping me
with my aquarium?

What?

Mother's going to use this room.
I have to get my things into Jane's room.

Now, if you'll just
grab that end there...

Now you walk backwards
and I'll steer you.

The big one seems to be
the commanding officer.

- Don't you think that's intriguing?
- Fascinating.

It's a little over to the right.

Be careful not to shake them.
They're very sensitive.

You must forgive me
if I do anything wrong.

This is my first experience
hauling fish.

Thanks, Colonel.
I'll do as much for you someday.

I'll tell you what you
can do for me, young woman.

There are certain elaborate
suggestions on page three

of this war communiqu�
concerning the condition,

the schedule, and the equipment
of the bathroom.

- Oh, yes.
- You do see?

Then may I ask you
to follow me for a moment?

It was my idea
that we should take in a roomer,

and I'm so glad the whole thing's
turned out so super.

Since you are so ecstatic
over the whole arrangement,

may I ask you whether you
expect me to bathe under that?

Golly, there's a shower
off Pop's room... I mean your room.

And is it necessary
that your paying guest

share the facilities of the house
with this vegetable life?

You don't understand. This is
the philodendron Pop gave me.

It needs water. I don't think rain water
gives it enough nourishment.

Really? As soon as there's
no longer any danger

of pernicious anemia, would you
mind removing that topsoil?

Yes, and another thing.
I neglected to inform your mother

that I like my breakfast
promptly at 7:00...

coffee, thin toast, and two
eggs boiled, 21/2 minutes...

under no circumstances
more than three.

We can't afford
to give you breakfast.

As it is now, poor Mother
doesn't know what to do.

When Fidelia was here, the bills
didn't seem to be so high, but now...

Please.
I'm quite prepared to pay.

That's fine. What would you say
to 50 cents a day?

- That seems a bit high.
- We'll make it $3 a week.

There's the doorbell.
Let's call it a deal. Good night.

But...

Let me see...

...a week for rent...

...for breakfast.

Fidelia!
This is a nice surprise.

I thought I'd run down and see
how you all was getting along.

- Just about the way you predicted.
- We miss you, Fidelia.

You just give me that apron and let
Fidelia finish what you was doing.

Nothing of the kind.
You must be tired. Now sit down.

Child, would you mind
running along?

I got some troublement I wants
to unburden onto your mother.

- You go on upstairs, dear.
- I'll come up and tuck you in.

All right.

Mother, remind me to tell you
about the momentous deal I made.

All right, honey.

- Sit here, Fidelia.
- Thank you.

You see, Miz Hilton,
it's this way...

them uptown folks
is all right in their way,

but it's that lazy trash
they got working for 'em.

Miz Hilton, I just won't abode
in the same quarters with them.

When I finishes my work,
I wants my solitude

and I wants my privitation.

Fidelia, I'd do anything
if I could have you back,

- but things aren't any better...
- I knows.

Your bills
is runnin' awful high.

"High" isn't the word for it.
But how do you know?

I hopes you won't think
I'm buttin' in,

but I been keepin'
mighty close touch,

and when I heard tell this afternoon
about that Colonel Smellett...

And here I'm makin'
all that easy money,

and I reflects maybe you wouldn't
mind renting me my old room.

Now, you know I'd never
take any money from you.

That room was always yours,
and it always will be.

I figured you wouldn't take my money,
so I got it figured out.

I can work here on my days off,
and nights, too.

I'm strong as a horse.

Oh, no. You're not as young
as you used to be.

You're not gonna do
any work for us.

It'll be wonderful
just to have you in the house.

Miz Hilton, that's the most beautiful
thing I ever heard anybody say

in all my born days.

If you don't mind,
I'll just go get my bag.

You shouldn't bother
going back for it tonight.

It ain't no bother, Miz Hilton.
It's sittin' right here.

This whole moral breakdown

is being caused by drinking
and nothing else.

They certainly serve
rotten scotch at this bar.

I should go with what?
That's what I want to know.

The one I was with
sure was a dope.

He didn't know
where he'd been

or where he was going
or anything!

I haven't got anything
against red fingernails,

but it's carrying it too far
when they paint their toes.

I bought six dozen
before the hoarders got there.

I can't write him
everything the baby says

one one of those
little V-mail forms.

Emily, let's not go to the bar.
I could use a drink, but...

Don't be so old-fashioned.

Will you let us through, please?

I've been here 20 minutes, and...

Of course, go right ahead.
I was leaving anyway.

He's rather nice-looking,
don't you think?

Still have your
weather eye out?

There are compensations
for being a divorc�e.

Bartender!

- Anne, what do you imagine you'd like?
- Anything at all. You order for me.

You make a good Planter's Punch?

I'll make 'em, and if you don't like 'em,
you don't need to drink 'em.

All right, then two.
With light rum.

I knew I had something
to talk to you about.

That vicious tongue
Vivian Robinson with the bad skin

is saying
you've taken in a roomer.

I tried to tell her
it must be a relative.

No, that's the truth.
I've taken a roomer.

We need the money.

If things are that bad,

Tim Hilton had no business
going into the Army.

To be honest,
I don't understand it myself,

but I knew that Tim was miserable
from the start not being in it.

All these irresponsible 40-year-old
fathers dashing off into uniform.

Does it always
have to be Tim?

- Tony!
- Yes. The eternal also-ran.

Emily, do you know
Lieutenant Willett? Mrs. Hawkins.

I've never had the pleasure, but I've
always had a soft spot for Navy men.

How do you do?

I didn't know
you'd turned into a barfly.

I've been trying
to get you on the phone

to tell you that your
old lover was back in town.

Do you want
the whole town to know?

If you want to be
hypocritical about it.

I heard that Tim
had been shipped out,

so I went to the admiral and convinced him
I'd chartered the Great Lakes.

Fine. How long are we going
to be honored with your presence?

Long enough to get ready
for a shakedown cruise.

If you're not stubborn,
that ought to give me the time I need.

Don't you think so,
Mrs. Hawkins?

I really don't know, I'm sure.

- I think you believe him!
- I can't say I blame you much.

You're what I call
a discerning woman.

Tony's our oldest friend.
He was Tim's best man.

We can give Mrs. Hawkins
the vital statistics some other time.

Let's get out of here.
I need more privacy.

- I haven't touched my drink.
- We can get another one.

Don't let us rush you,
Mrs. Hawkins. Good-bye.

- What about the check?
- Don't bother, Lieutenant.

- I'll take care of it.
- That's fine.

But, Tony...
Good-bye, Emily.

That was a terribly rude thing
to do to poor Emily.

Poor Emily, my foot.

Do you know of any place
in this gay metropolis

where I can conquer
my two passions at the same time?

You've been leading me on. There is
someone on the Lakes besides me.

Don't be silly.
I'm talking about you...

you and a nice thick steak.

The white fish, signor,
is simply delicious.

Grilled. You'll like it.

Two steaks, thick.

Lobster creole,
speciality of the house.

- Two steaks, thick.
- I must tell the truth, Commodore.

We are fresh out of steaks
since last Tuesday.

This is a steak house. It says
right here..."thick Kansas City steak."

I can't help it, signor.

- There is a war on, you know.
- There's a war on, you know.

Yes, I found that out.

Bring us whatever you have...
anything but hash.

Bravo, signor.
You will be very happy. You'll see.

What are you looking
so depressed about?

My life is an endless series
of disappointments...

no steak, nobody loves me.

You wouldn't think so if you'd heard the kids
when I told them you were in town.

I can't figure out just what
special charm you have for them.

They have better taste
than their mother.

I think they believe
you're some kind of genius.

Those cover girls you used
to paint for romantic tales

really gave you glamour
in their eyes.

Gone are the days.

Still, there is a certain similarity

between a beautiful woman
and a battleship.

There must be, or else why would you
be so interested in battleships?

You got me wrong, Anne.

As far as I'm concerned, there never
was a beautiful woman but you.

Ever since that summer the crowd
of us went to the Thousand Islands

and I first saw you standing
on that little yawl.

You had on that white
bathing suit. Remember?

With your hair
blowing in the wind.

Why, Tony Willett!

When did you get back?

- Hello, sugar.
- Give me a ring.

Yes, I will. I will.

We were in the Thousand Islands
with my hair blowing in the wind.

Really, Anne,
that was nobody at all,

just a girl I happened to meet
the last time I was in town.

Tony, you don't have to
apologize to me.

I'd be disappointed
if you ever changed.

When we get home, I'll show you
something to prove...

What do you mean,
when "we" get home?

You certainly mean
to put me up?

Probably can't get a room
anyplace else.

The hotels are jammed.

Why do these things
always happen to me?

I don't see why it should
be any hardship to you.

You ought to have
plenty of room.

You think you're
going to share my room?

The girls can double up.

The girls have already
doubled up.

- We have a lodger.
- A lodger?

Don't start.
I had enough of it from Emily.

- We needed the money.
- Get a job.

You look perfectly able-bodied
to me, if I may use the word "body."

What on earth could I do?

You could do plenty
if you really wanted to.

Let's skip it.

I don't want to hear a serious word
out of either of us until I leave.

Tony, it's so good to see you.

Next to Tim being home on leave,
it's the nicest thing...

There you go again.

I buy you a beautiful dinner,
and what thanks do I get?

Tim. Tim.
What's that?

Speciality of the house...
chicken hash.

Well, blow me down.

I think Uncle Tony must be

the most distinguished-looking
officer in the whole Navy.

Admiral King's not so bad.

I mean young officers, silly.

You'd better finish your homework
and stop mooning around.

And the governor said
to the admiral, "16-inch guns?

Land sakes, can't they shoot
any further than that?"

- Uncle Tony!
- Jane!

What's the matter?

You don't seem
very glad to see me.

But I am. I am.
Honestly, I am.

- Uncle Tony!
- Brig!

That's what I call
a real reception.

- You're not staying with us?
- Yes, he's staying with us.

Don't go spoiling him. We're going to
have enough trouble as it is.

Uncle Tony
couldn't be any trouble.

It's just wonderful
having him here.

Don't listen to your mother.
I'm counting on you spoiling me.

There's just one thing, please.

Do you think you and Brig
could cut out that "Uncle" stuff?

I'm not your uncle.
It makes me feel 108.

You mean we're gonna have to
call you Lieutenant Willett?

"Tony" to you, Miss Hilton.

That must be the taxi driver

with that mysterious object
you lugged along.

You won't be so indifferent
when you see what it is.

I don't know
what this thing is,

but could be the side
of a house, I suppose.

- I ain't got no change.
- Don't worry, I borrowed it myself.

Thanks, Captain.
Thanks a lot.

Say, lady, it sure must be nice
having your husband home again.

Well, he's not my...

What's so funny about that?

Lmagine anybody
taking you for Pop.

You think your pop's
wonderful, don't you?

- Well, he is.
- But you don't have to rub it in.

I'll take your bags upstairs... Tony.

Don't bother, Jane.

- I don't mind, really.
- Brig, you take one, too.

If we don't give the lieutenant service,
he might not stay here.

- Aye-aye, sir.
- Carry on, mates.

Put them in Brig's room.
I'll move in with you girls.

That'll be fun.

Fun, indeed. I thought I was
through with dormitories.

You'll get to know
your children better.

Who's that?

Is there something
gone bad, Miz Hilton?

I wouldn't call it anything good.

If it isn't
my old girlfriend Fidelia.

Is that Mr. Tony Willett?

I thought we was through with you
till the duration was over.

Lieutenant Willett's going to be
our guest for a while.

- Happy surprise, Fidelia?
- I don't know about "happy."

Don't you let these people turn
your home into no boardinghouse.

Well, Fidelia!
I've half a mind not to stay.

But the other half
tells me to forgive you.

- What's that?
- I almost forgot.

May as well have
the unveiling right now.

Wait a minute.
I wanna see, too!

Let's have a little light on it.

I offered it to the Navy.

- Tony, I am flattered!
- That's mighty nice.

Mother, it's just like you!
And so pretty.

Well, it's really not much.

I heard they needed new
recruiting posters for the Waves,

and I figured that your face
was the one that...

Tony Willett, I might have known!

Mr. Willett, you cover that thing
right up this here minute!

Jane, you's no business
looking at that.

Tony, the Navy Department
didn't accept it?

No. I never even
found out why.

I got the painting back,
and the next thing, I was on sea duty.

Red tape, I guess.

I hope you're having
enough trouble.

I wouldn't wish this on a Jap.

- Give it a little push, Jane.
- All right, Tony.

- Nice going, Jane!
- Tony, I'm so sorry!

Never mind, Jane. I'm sure
your mother put you up to it.

No, honestly, Tony!

- Which way do I take this thing?
- Starboard on the port side.

- Here, I'll help you.
- How you gonna get the bed in?

- How am I going to what?
- We'll put the mattress on the floor.

Don't worry, I love
to sleep on the floor.

Come on.

Good evening, Colonel Smollett.

I've taken one of
the mattresses out of your room.

One mattress is entirely sufficient.

Colonel Smollett, may I present
an old friend of ours Lieutenant Willett.

- How are you, Colonel Smollett?
- How do you do?

I take it your commission
is in the Navy.

- That's right, sir.
- Doesn't surprise me.

We'll get the bed set up
in the morning.

- I'm moving in with the girls.
- It's quite all right.

I assume you're taking the one
I have not been using?

- Of course.
- That's fine.

Is something wrong
with one of the beds?

It's just that monstrous animal
that seems to be so attached to it.

Good night.

- Mother.
- Yes, Jane?

Mother, do you think
I have a nice figure?

Yes, darling.

You have a beautiful figure.

Do you think Tony
might paint me someday?

Over my dead body.

Wettookit. Wettookit.

- You must have the name wrong.
- No.

Here it is in Pop's letter.

"We're here in Texas
on maneuvers...

"...in a little town
called Wettookit.

We came, we saw, we took it!"

"We took it."

Very funny. I would
appreciate it, my dear Bridget,

if in the future you could spare me
from your father's elaborate puns.

I suppose to some people, that creature
comes under the heading of "pets."

I beg your pardon,
Colonel Smollett.

There's someone here to see you...
your grandson.

- William?
- Hello, Grandpa!

To what peculiar
combination of circumstances

do I owe this visit, William?

Well, you see, I was transferred
out here to Chamberlain Field.

- I found out at your office...
- Indeed?

I wasn't aware
that the United States forces

had been honored
by your membership.

I enlisted, sir, last summer.

So...

I don't think we need trouble these
women with your autobiography.

Let's go into the living room.
If you will excuse me.

Excuse me.

I presume you've come to me
for help of one sort or another

with your tail
between your legs.

No, sir.
I thought you might like...

- You see...
- Or is it money that you're after.

Speak up, boy.

I thought you
might like to see me.

A very mistaken notion
if ever you had one,

and you've had plenty,
as we're both well aware.

After all, I thought that we may not
see one another again.

I don't know when
I'll be shipped out.

Come, William.

Let's not
dramatize these things.

There's no need for any pretense
of affection between us.

You've paid your courtesy call.

All right, if that's
the way you feel about it.

I'm sorry to have disturbed you.

You may drop me a line
with your address.

And if you have any affairs
that require attention,

I shall have my lawyers
look after them.

For your late father's sake.

Now, I am sure
you will excuse me.

I'm a bit tired.

Good-bye, Grandpa.

What do you suppose?

I'm going in
and speak to him.

Mr. Smollett?

I'm Jane Hilton.
This is our home.

I see.
I'm glad to meet you.

I hope you like the Army.

That is, I mean,
are you on leave?

Just for the day.

I'll be at Chamberlain for a while,
I suppose, until we're shipped.

That'll be nice.

I don't mean
about you being shipped.

I didn't mean that either.

I hope you don't think
I'm a murderer or something.

Grandfather just doesn't like me.

I don't think it's right.
I think it's just terrible of him.

He's not so bad. He has good reasons,
the way he looks at it.

I've kind of disappointed him.

I don't care what you did.
You're a soldier now.

And you enlisted, too.
I heard you say so.

That isn't really so very much.
Lots of men enlisted.

But it's awfully nice of you
to talk to me this way.

Hi, Brig.

What's with the colonel?
He's storming around his room

like one of the Smith Brothers
with a hot foot.

I'll go up to my room
and do some homework.

Hello.

Uncle... I mean Tony.

Lieutenant Willett,
this is Private William Smollett.

How are you?
Corporal. Engineers, isn't it?

- Yes, Lieutenant.
- I'm sorry.

- You're related to the colonel?
- I'm his grandson.

- But I don't know, sir...
- Think nothing of it.

I cut my grandfather off
without a cent.

Well, Jane, what's the program
for this afternoon?

How about you and Brig
taking me out?

William here... or do they call
you Bill? ...could make a fourth.

That's nice of you, Lieutenant,
but I couldn't.

Besides, if you'll forgive
my saying so, sir, you're an officer...

I forgot all about that.
You're right.

Let's see, Jane,
what could we do?

Anything you say, Tony.

We could have tea
in the garden.

That's fine. We could
play some darts maybe.

Thank you, sir, but I ought to
be getting back to the field.

You've both been very nice.

Next time you're in town.
Will you be off next Sunday?

- How about it, Jane?
- That would be lovely.

I'll look forward to it.

Well, I'd better be going.

- Good-bye, Miss Hilton.
- It's nice to know you.

So long, and next war,
come into the Navy.

Thanks. Thank you, sir. I will.

Well, good-bye.

That seems like
a very nice boy.

- Yes, he is a nice boy, but...
- Now, Jane.

You take the word
of your old Uncle Tony

and be kind to that boy
the next time he comes here.

- Well, he's nice enough, but...
- But what?

Well, he's so young.

Besides, he isn't
even an officer.

Why, Jane, I'm surprised at you.

Those are the boys
who do the fighting,

and largely for their dreams
of girls like you.

Far be it from me
to run down officers.

You go right on advertising us.
Every little bit helps.

- Tony, I wish...
- What do you wish, little Janie?

I wish I were 27.

Now, that's a coincidence.
So do I.

Where's that Brig?
Do you suppose she ran out on us?

I've got a nickel bet with her
on Twenty Questions.

Good evening, Mrs. Hawkins.
Let me help you down.

My, but you're strong, Lieutenant!

Here, men,
help the young ladies.

Yes, sir!

Mrs. Hawkins,
I'm so frightened.

There's nothing to be frightened of.
Just go in and dance.

This here vehicle
got Susie Fleming aboard?

But a boy named Spencer
was supposed to meet me here.

Come on. Just go into the cloakroom
and they'll give you your nametag.

It's like a great big prom, isn't it?

Mind you, Becky, dear,
leave a few boys for the other girls.

Miss Hilton! Miss Hilton!

Come on, Jane.
Don't dawdle.

Will you tell me when Mother
and Lieutenant Willett arrive?

Just look for me at the committee
table and I'll help you find them.

Hello, Miss Hilton.
May I have your first dance?

Well, I really don't know
what arrangements have been made.

I just can't figure out what could
have happened to Susie Fleming.

Would it be too much of a favor
to ask you to call me Bill?

Well, I don't know you very well,
but all right, Bill.

- Hello, Emily.
- Hello, Anne.

Hello, Lieutenant Willett!

I'm delighted you could
come to our little party.

I practically had to
tie him up and drag him.

He was afraid there wouldn't
be another officer here.

There are a few.

You should see Captain Higgs.
That profile...c'est jolie.

But I do believe you're
the only Naval man in the place.

I'll bet they give me three cheers
and a long periscope.

You'll have a good time.
Wait and see.

I suppose your first dance
is with Anne.

But remember,
the second is mine.

That's too kind of you,
Mrs. Hawkins.

If only I didn't
have this charley horse.

Naturally,
if you're indisposed...

I promised Tony
he wouldn't have to stay long.

If you'll excuse me, I have
a number of things to take care of.

Emily, would you keep an eye
on Jane after we leave?

Why, certainly, my dear.
I'll devote the entire evening to her.

Well, of all the phony battle-axes
I've ever met.

Now, really, Tony,
you asked for that.

What am I doing here
with all these kids anyway?

Why, Tony Willett.

When on earth
did you get back in town?

Hello, sugar.

Give me a ring sometime
when you're on the loose.

Yeah. Yeah.

As I was saying, what am I
doing here with these kids?

That was a cute kid, too.

It's just a girl
I went to college with.

I'll bet.

- I'm Johnny Mahoney.
- Of course! How are you?

Lieutenant Willett,
this is Johnny Mahoney.

Your father told me
you were stationed out here.

Dad bores everybody
talking about me.

He has every right
to brag about you.

Well, I don't know
about that, Mrs. Hilton.

I wanted to thank you
for what you said

about Mr. Hilton
helping me after the war.

I thought maybe you might think
I was taking advantage.

I didn't want you to feel
any obligation.

There's no obligation, Johnny.

Anybody who gets you
will be very lucky.

I'm afraid the luck's all mine,

and that's the way it's been
my whole life.

I guess
I have to be leaving now.

I thought the dance
was just getting underway.

I stopped in
to pick up my gunner.

I'm taking off in a few minutes.
It's just a routine flight.

- Good night, Johnny.
- Good night, Mrs. Hilton.

- Good night, Lieutenant.
- Good night.

Those kids just break my heart.
They're so eager.

I know.

They expect to come back
to something.

What do you mean, Tony?

Something like they left,
only better.

Hope they don't get
too many surprises.

- Hello, Bill.
- Good evening, sir.

- Hello, Tony.
- Hi, Janie.

Mother, I don't believe
you've met Bill Smollett.

I'm so sorry I missed you
at the house the other day.

Thank you, Mrs. Hilton.
Your daughter has been very nice to me.

Well, that's good.

You children run along
and have a good time.

We'll be leaving soon.

Tony, aren't you going to dance
with me even once?

Go ahead, Tony.

Jane, I'm really
very proud of you.

You're the nicest-looking girl
in the place.

Tony, do you think so?

If only I thought
you really thought so.

Really, I haven't waltzed
very much, Mrs. Hilton.

- Would you rather we stopped?
- Bill, you invited me to dance,

and you're going to see it through
whether you like it or not.

Of course, Mrs. Hilton.
I'm only too happy.

I think travel broadens one so.
Don't you think so?

I hope so.
I'll be doing plenty of it.

Do you think the artistic life
is too bohemian?

Indeed I do.

And look what happened
to Bohemia.

- Did you lose something?
- Yes, ma'am. Susie Fleming.

I'm beginning to get
right worried about her.

I just love modern
American painting. Don't you?

You're the true
American art, darling.

Nobody else ever
says things like you.

I'm so sorry, sir.

My fault. I ought to watch
where I'm going.

It's all right.
We know you didn't mean it.

- It's over.
- And very nice it was, too.

Jane, I think I ought
to be behind you.

I hope we can find
Mother and Tony.

What do you think
you're doing anyway?

I ain't used to dancing.
I'm used to pushing a plow.

You're not kidding.

I bet Emily
put some vinegar in this.

If you're not careful,
I'll think you don't like Emily.

As soon as we leave here,
you better buy me a drink.

That's the least I'm entitled to.

Hello, Tony.
I didn't know you were in town.

Hello, Sam. It's quite a dance
you fellows are putting on.

- You look upset.
- Just got some bad news.

- Good evening, Mrs. Hilton.
- Good evening, Major.

Plane crash. Don't say anything.
It might spoil the fun.

That's too bad.
Where'd it happen?

Right outside town.
Lost one of my best boys.

- What was his name?
- Mahoney.

- He hit some wires.
- Not Johnny!

- Did you know him?
- But it can't be!

We were talking to him
just a little while ago.

I'm extremely sorry, Mrs. Hilton.
I had no idea that you knew him.

I shouldn't have said anything.

It was just that
I liked Johnny very much.

- I know his father.
- A terrible thing.

Beg your pardon, sir.
The car's ready, sir.

- Be right there.
- Yes, sir.

I've got to go
and examine the wreck.

Not a very pleasant job,
I can tell you.

- Good night.
- So long, Sam.

Tony, how awful.

His poor parents.

Lucky Johnny.

Come on, Anne, let's dance.

Dance?

Look, Anne, you'll be
hearing plenty of things like this.

Might as well
get used to them now.

I feel so good!
Don't you feel good?

Well, now, my Susie...
she's what I'd call a one-man woman.

I love to read books.
They're so significant.

Why do they call you Wolf?
Is that your nickname?

You hear what they're playing?

Yes. Together.

As I remember, you and Tim drove
everybody crazy wherever you went,

having them play the thing
over and over again.

Please, Tony,
whistle something else.

I thought that was your favorite...
next to Rock of Ages, of course.

Don't joke.

All right, have it your way...
no jokes.

- What is your pleasure?
- I'm sorry.

You wanted a drink.
Let's go someplace.

- You feel like it?
- Sure I do.

Honest?

No. Frankly, I don't
feel much like it.

Neither do I.

It's pleasant being
in a car again.

We used to take
everything for granted.

Now I feel like a king
because I can rent one for a week.

- It's one of 'em, all right.
- You weren't speeding.

Have things changed around here?

Do you have to be doing something
now before you get a ticket?

Where do you think you're going?

I wish I knew. What's your guess?
Gibraltar? New Guinea? Kiska?

- You stationed around here?
- Yes and no.

I don't want to be rude,
but we're not in a chatty frame of mind.

Would you mind filling out one
of those slips and getting it over with?

- You weren't doing anything.
- I wasn't?

What's all this about?

It gets so lonely along this road
since gas rationing.

Say, ain't it a beautiful night?

I hadn't noticed it before,
but now that you mention it...

Guess I'd better
be checkin' in.

Nice to have met up
with you folks.

Good night.

Get one of them Japs for me!

If I lay my hands on one,
I'll give him a ticket.

He's what Brig
would call a character.

It can have my vote.
Do you realize we're laughing?

Well, so we are.
What do you know?

What, Tony?

Sometimes I wish...

How'd you like a cigarette?

I'd love one. I don't believe
I've had a cigarette in a month.

I've never had such a dramatic
buildup to a cigarette before.

You know what
I was just thinking?

I like you best
when you're not thinking.

That's right, run me down.

Tony Willett, the jolly fellow.
Always good for a laugh.

You're not really going
to be wounded, not by me.

No. If you haven't
wounded me by now,

I guess I'm impervious, Anne.

I would like to tell you
what I was thinking.

All right,
what were you thinking?

I was just thinking what fun
it would be sometimes

to be a good, heavy,
synthetic rubber heel.

It would be synthetic, Tony.

Is it all right now
if I whistled Together?

Go right ahead.
I'd like to join in.

I just can't believe that
by tomorrow, Tony will be gone.

There are enough carrots here
to feed a cavalry regiment...

men and horses.

I think next to Pop, Tony must
be the nicest man in the world.

- Bridget, please.
- What, Colonel?

If you'll excuse me,
I've had enough this morning.

In fact, I think that henceforth,

you may operate this victory garden
entirely by yourself.

Golly, what did I do?

Since you're so obtuse...

"Tony, Tony, Uncle Tony."

I'd better look
for quarters elsewhere

since that's the way
I'm regarded around here.

Colonel Smollett, I wouldn't hurt
your feelings for anything.

It's not a question
of my feelings.

After all, a man
does have his pride.

There's the postman.
Maybe it's a letter from Pop!

You'll wait here, won't you?

- Mother! Mother! Mother!
- What's all the excitement about?

It's a letter to Jane and me
from Pop!

Well, bring it up.

Come on, honey, time to get up.

Mother, listen!
Pop says he may get leave soon!

Let me see!

What's that about Pop?

Look!

- Jane, let me look at you.
- What's the matter?

Darling, I'm afraid
you have the mumps.

- Mumps.
- Mumps?

Oh, Mother!

Tony's last day.

Only children have mumps.

You sure you ain't leavin'
nothin' here?

Just my love, Fidelia.
You afraid maybe I'll come back?

I ain't sorry you're goin'.

Now, Fidelia, I always say
nice things about you.

I ain't got no time
for them complimentaries.

Besides, now that Miss Jane
got herself some mumps,

we need this room
for Miz Hilton and Brig.

At least give me credit
for good timing.

Don't bother with that.
I'll take it down.

I want to be sure it gets down.

I've got a going-away present
for you, Fidelia.

Here it is.
Always remember, a great master

devoted some of his last hours
to you before he went off to war.

You like it?
I tried not to flatter you.

Why, Mr. Willett...

it's just the way
I always wanted to look.

Someday I'll do you in oil.

I haven't much time. I want
to say good-bye to everybody.

You say your farewells.
I'll tote your bag for you.

That's very nice of you.

Mr. Willett, I must
have been stone blind

not to see what
a lovely gentleman you is.

- Leaving, Lieutenant?
- On my way, Colonel.

I'll tell Miz Hilton
you's ready, Mr. Tony.

I rather envy you,
if I may say so.

We could use you, sir.

In the Navy?

- Good luck, Mr. Willett.
- Thank you, sir.

I guess we have to have a Navy.

- Don't come in, please!
- Don't you want to say good-bye?

I have an awful disease.

Can't scare me.
I'm coming in.

Wait a minute, Tony, please.

- All right, Jane?
- Yes.

But I wish you wouldn't.

Hello, Janie.

Hello, Tony.

You look fine in that kerchief.
Probably start a new fashion.

- I look terrible.
- No, you don't.

You could never look terrible.
You're pretty, that's what you are.

Don't laugh at me.

I never laugh
at anybody I love.

And I've loved you
from the moment you were born.

Is that all?

It's the best love I have, Janie.

It's a special kind of love
I keep just for Anne and Tim

and the two sweet girls
who are part of Anne and Tim.

Tony, you're going way
and maybe you'll be killed,

and I've got the mumps
just like a baby.

I hope the mumps are the worst
things that ever happen to you.

I won't be killed. Only the good
die young... haven't you heard?

And I'm neither good nor young.

But, Tony, you're just
the right age for a man.

Little Janie.
Wanna make a bet?

What?

I'll bet by the time I see you again,
you're in love.

You're silly.
You're the silliest man I ever knew.

Now you're making sense.
I knew you had a good head.

Will you write to me?

There won't be anything to write.

There won't be anything
happening after you're gone, ever.

All right.
But I'll write to you.

I have to go now, dear.

Good-bye.

- Good-bye, Janie.
- Bye, Tony.

I'll write to you.
I'll write to you all the time.

You'll catch the mumps.

Do you want to keep them
all to yourself?

Besides, I'm no hero.
I've had the mumps. I'm immune.

I wish...

Let me wish this time.

I wish that I was 17.

What are you doing
sitting in that holy of holies

as though it were yours?

I'm getting it used
to being just another chair.

- Can I wake her up?
- You'd better.

She'd never forgive you
if you left without saying good-bye.

If ever I have any children,
God will punish me... they'll be boys.

I couldn't possibly have
anything as nice as that.

The first step usually
is to get married.

- Are you leaving soon, Tony?
- In just a little while.

Say good-bye to Tony, darling.
It's way past your bedtime.

I want to talk to him
before he leaves.

- Good-bye, Tony.
- Good-bye, Brig, dear.

It's sort of like
saying good-bye to Pop again.

Coming from you, Brig,

that's the compliment
to top all compliments.

I'll have another kiss on that.

- Your cab's here, Mr. Tony.
- Thank you, Fidelia.

Would you ask him
if he'd mind waiting?

I got it all arranged.
He's waiting.

Good-bye, Tony.
Come back soon.

Good night, Mother.

Good night, darling.

- Don't catch those mumps.
- What do you think I am, a child?

- Happy dreams.
- Happy landing.

- Bye, Mr. Tony.
- Good-bye, Fidelia.

I'll take myself
along now before I...

Just when did you
captivate Fidelia?

It was my art that did the trick.
I sketched her.

As a Wave?

Sometimes your ingratitude
saddens me.

- You'll recover.
- I've got to leave in three minutes.

Tony, I'm so sorry
to see you go.

We've all loved having you.

By the way,
how did you leave Jane?

With the mumps.
And with tears, I'm afraid.

I haven't much tact, I guess.
I didn't know what to say.

I know. Poor dear.
But you are very attractive, Tony.

- A bone from Mrs. Hilton.
- No, I mean it.

It won't be too easy for Jane,
getting over it.

Nonsense. Older men...
every girl goes through it. Didn't you?

- Still going through it.
- Yeah. Older men named Hilton.

Don't you ever worry about Jane.

I won't, as long as
the older men are like you.

You know something, Anne?

I'm chump enough to go on
living on your compliments

for the next six months.

Like a camel and water,
you know?

- How long can they go?
- I never knew one.

Tony, don't tell me any secrets,
but is it action this time?

Down the St. Lawrence,
and then I don't even know myself.

- I won't say what I feel.
- No, don't.

You'd better get some rest.
You look tired.

I will. I have a little
letter-writing to do first.

I see.

How often do you write him?

You won't think me foolish
if I tell you?

I try to write at least
a few lines every night.

You know that's a little nuts.

It's pretty wonderful, too.

Well, good night, Anne.

Good night, Tony.

Come here.

You're a swell guy, Tony.

Go away.

Well, she finally hit one.

Now don't drop it.
Bowl it.

It's no use, Bill.
I'll never learn.

Sure you will.

- I hurt my thumb.
- I'm so sorry. Let me see.

It's your turn now, Bill.

Let's see if you can
knock them all down.

Well, I don't know about that.

Like a piece of tape?

Thank you.

It's your turn now, Jane.

I was just...
He just gave me a piece of tape.

- Hi, buddy.
- Hi.

- Have a smoke?
- No.

I'd advise you
to mind your own business.

I know she's a nice girl.
Anybody could see that.

I don't like
your laughing either.

Bill, please come down
and show me again how to do it.

Look, buddy, you can
have a fight if you want it,

but I was just trying
to be friendly.

Well, all right, then.

- Bill, speak to me.
- Gee, I'm sorry.

- Look what you've done.
- I didn't do anything.

I guess that'll teach him.

You know, I've never been
to the beach in my whole life.

- I've never seen the ocean.
- You haven't?

I never saw it
till a couple of months ago.

But you're a sailor.

- I was brought up on a farm.
- I see.

- I've never been on a farm.
- You haven't?

I was brought up
on an Army post.

I see.

I have to catch a train.

Gotta be back at the base
in the morning.

Sure wish you could spend
the rest of the evening with us.

No, you don't.
I've butted in enough already.

- No, we loved meeting you.
- Sure we did.

I'll catch a bus here.

- So long, buddy.
- Good-bye.

You've both been swell.

You're the only people I met
since I came to town.

Why didn't you go
to the canteen?

They're so crowded and everything,
and I don't dance so very good.

You and me both.

Next time you come to town,
maybe we can all go bowling again.

Gee, I don't know
if I'll ever be back this way.

I expect we'll get going
any day now.

The war looks
pretty good, doesn't it?

It sure does.

Well, good-bye, miss.
My name's Harold E. Smith.

I'm Bill Smollett,
and this is Miss Hilton.

- How are you?
- Jane's my first name.

- Good-bye, Jane.
- Good-bye.

- Bye, Harold.
- Hal.

Bye, Hal.

- He's nice.
- Yeah, he's a nice fella.

You were sweet to him, Bill.
I'm sorry about...

I acted like a fool.

- He's good-looking, isn't he?
- Is he? I hadn't noticed.

- You must have noticed.
- Well, I didn't.

Come on, let's get a soda.

No chocolate. We only have vanilla
flavoring, but no ice cream.

- Would you like Victory Punch?
- What's that?

It's a loganberry phosphate
with lime.

- That sounds fine.
- We'll make it two.

But you could have a vanilla soda
without any ice cream maybe.

That's right, I could, couldn't I?
I'll try it.

One Victory and one
vanilla soda with no ice cream.

- Do you mind if I smoke?
- Of course not.

Bill, why are you so...
so timid about things?

What do you mean, Jane?

I mean about asking
if you can smoke.

Nobody else does that.

And, well, I mean everything.

Is it...

I hope you won't think
I'm being forward,

but is it something
to do with your grandfather?

No, it isn't that.

Although I suppose I've always
been sort of scared of Grandpa.

But why?

I dug up a scoop
of vanilla ice cream for you.

Please pay the cashier and buy
war stamps with your change.

I will.

You see, my father
was a soldier.

He was a colonel
when he died.

I guess all the Smolletts
all the way back were soldiers.

One of them was
with Washington at Yorktown.

Although sometimes I think
Grandpa just made that one up.

I'm sure he didn't.
You ought to be awfully proud.

I'm proud, all right.

But something
went wrong with me.

Mother died when I was born,
so I never knew her.

Of course I never knew her.

That's a shame.

She could paint pretty well...
china and things.

I hope I can show you
her work sometime.

That is, if Grandpa...

If Grandpa what?

Well, if I go home.

You see, I haven't
lived home since West Point.

West Point?

You don't want to hear
all about this, do you?

Not if you don't want me to, Bill.

But I do, of course.

There's no one in the whole world
that I'd rather tell.

Isn't your soda all right?

Yeah. I just don't
feel much like it.

I thought I did, but...

You don't have to drink it, Bill.
Would you rather go home and talk?

We could sit on the porch.

Swell. I'd like that.

So would I.

There. Now we can relax.

You were talking about how your
grandfather wanted you to be a soldier.

Would you like
a sandwich or something?

He wanted me to be a general.

But didn't you want
to be a general?

Well, no, I didn't.

But why not, Bill?

I had an idea it was more
important to build things.

I don't mean it isn't important
being a soldier.

I don't know how we'd keep
the things we build without them.

But you said you went
to West Point.

I should think you'd be
a lot more than a...

More than a corporal, you mean.

Let's have a picnic sometime.
I'll bring a...

Bill, I didn't mean that.
It's wonderful being a corporal.

No, you meant that
if I went to the Academy,

I ought to be
more than a corporal.

Well, you might as well know it.

I was kicked out
and I broke Grandpa's heart.

I'm sure it wasn't your fault.

Yes, it was.

Bill, come and sit down.

Look. Grandpa's father carried
this watch at Vicksburg.

Grandpa gave it to me
on my tenth birthday.

He had it engraved for me.
Read it.

I'll light a match.

"To William G. Smollett,
the Second,

who will lead men
to glory on the battlefield."

You must have been
terribly pleased.

I said, "Grandpa, don't people
hurt each other in war?"

You see, I was only ten.

He took the watch away from me.

But he gave it back to me again
when I entered the Academy.

Jane, I did my best, but I
could never make a good officer.

I can't lead men, and I know it.

Even if I'd led my class
the way Grandpa...

"Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandpa."
What about yourself?

Why is it so important
that you satisfy him, the old...

Because he loved me so.

Yeah, I'm sure he did... once.

But all through military school,
from the time I was eight,

I kept letting him down.

I never even wanted to play
with the tin soldiers he gave me.

Grandpa kept telling me
that if I was a Smollett, I'd...

But I guess I was always...
well, you know... weak.

I was a joke at the Academy.
I only lasted a couple of months.

Grandpa couldn't face
his old cronies.

Well, that's it.

Now you can see what a mess
I made out of everything.

You've done no such thing.

You're fine and strong,
but you're just sensitive... that's all.

But don't you think I'm a failure
after everything I've told you?

A failure? Just because
you're not an officer?

An officer I know said that you
are the boys doing the fighting.

- Lieutenant Willett?
- Yes.

You think a lot of him,
don't you?

Of course, but what's that
got to do with it?

You're a soldier, and I'm...
that is, we're proud of you.

And I hope you never
get promoted.

All those officers strutting around
with their gold braid and everything.

Gee, Jane, I'm so glad
you feel that way about it.

But Grandpa...

Bother Grandpa!

There's Soda. You'd better go
before we wake the colonel.

He doesn't scare me.

Not anymore, he doesn't.

Jane, let me stay long enough
for just one cigarette.

All right.

Provided you don't ask
my permission to smoke it.

I won't.

Gee, Jane,
I think you're wonderful.

"21/2 minutes... under no
circumstances more than 3."

Sometimes I think six minutes
would be more in character.

I'll serve the colonel his breakfast
this morning, Mother.

What's wrong with you
this morning anyway?

First you get up an hour early...

...and then suddenly you've turned
into Mother's little helper.

I don't know.
I just felt like it somehow.

Not that I object.
The next time Brig makes a deal,

she can put it
into execution herself.

You don't mind waiting
for our breakfast until Brig gets down?

Two sets of breakfasts
are about all I can handle.

Mother, do you like Bill?

Yes, of course.
I think he's a very nice boy.

A little shy.
Did you have a nice time last night?

If he's shy, it's that colonel's fault,
the old goat.

That's not
a very nice way to talk.

Well, he is.
He's just ruined Bill, that's what.

I'm going to have
a talk with him.

- I wouldn't do that if I were you.
- Why not?

Somebody's got to talk to him.

It's usually a good rule to stay out
of other people's business.

But maybe it's better
if you learn the hard way.

Go ahead if you want to.
You're not a baby anymore.

Just think, in another week,
I'll be graduating.

Mother, may I get a war job?

You certainly may not.
You're going to college.

College. But all the girls are talking
about getting war jobs.

I promised your father and myself
that all the things

we planned for you are going
to come true, war or no war.

- But I want to do something.
- We're doing all we can, dear.

Pop is fighting so that
you girls can continue...

It is three minutes after 7:00.

Here.

- See what I mean?
- Yes.

Oh, dear.
Here, give him his breakfast.

And tell him
anything you want to.

The old goat.

Good morning, Colonel Smollett.
Looks like a fine morning.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.
Where is Superman?

I beg your pardon?

Pages 9 to 12 inclusive
are mysteriously missing.

- Where's the other one?
- Brig? It's a little early for her.

The other egg.

That's the only one we have.
There's getting to be a shortage.

I guess the hens are...
busy with war work.

Coffee.

Do you mind
being talked to at breakfast?

I most certainly do mind.

- It's about Bill.
- About whom?

Bill. You remember,
your grandson.

Yes, indeed, I do remember.
What about him?

He's a nice boy.

A most interesting
observation, Miss Hilton.

I'm afraid you don't
understand him.

He really needs you to help him,
like a mother.

He has an inferiority complex, and...

Young woman, I have
handled men for 35 years,

and I don't think I require
any instructions on the subject,

least of all
about my own grandson.

I was only trying to help.
He respects you so much.

Then I'll thank you to do the same

and stop your intrusion
in my affairs.

If you only knew
the first thing about psychology,

you'd know better than
to try to browbeat him.

Colonel Smollett,
if you'd only listen.

You may advise your mother
that henceforth

I shall have a decent
breakfast downtown for 40 cents!

I think you're a rude,
mean, horrible old goat!

Mother!

Oh, beautiful
for spacious skies

For amber waves of grain

For purple mountains' majesties

Above the fruited plain

America, America

God shed His grace on thee

And crown thy good
with brotherhood

From sea to shining sea

It is now my pleasure
to introduce the class president...

Miss Becky Anderson.

Class president!
Class pinup girl...

I heard all about
how she got elected.

That's not fair, Brig.
Becky's a very bright girl.

Becky's one of the brightest
and most attractive girls in town.

I wouldn't go so far
as to say that.

No, ma'am.

Ladies and gentlemen,
honored guests,

my subject for this occasion
is women's place in the war.

Golly!

- There's Pop!
- I see him!

- Where? I don't see him.
- He was in a jeep.

You imagined it.

- No, honestly.
- Yes, Mother, really, it was Pop.

Why did I fall asleep after staying
awake through that double feature?

Let's wait and see it again.

- Quiet.
- Be quiet yourself.

I beg your pardon.

- Mr. Mahoney.
- Good evening, Mrs. Hilton.

- Sit down.
- I'm sorry.

- How are you, Mr. Mahoney?
- I'm fine, thank you.

- Hello, girls.
- Good evening, Mr. Mahoney.

Jones City, Nebraska, turns out
to greet Sergeant Tommy Blair

of the Army Air Forces.

Tommy, seated between
his proud father and mother,

joyfully receives
the plaudits of his hometown.

- You say it's animal?
- That's right.

And its home
is in the Middle West.

And it makes a noise like a lion
but it puffs like a locomotive.

Better give up.

You agreed if you hadn't
guessed it by the time we got home...

I know... it's Soda.

No. Brig guessed that long ago.

All right, I give up.

It's Colonel Smollett, silly.

Mother!

What's that?

- Mother, what do we do?
- Is he dead?

- It's Bill!
- Goodness.

Bill Smollett,
what were you doing there?

The poor boy
was just guarding the house.

I guess I just dozed off.

- You scared us half to death.
- I'm sorry.

Won't you come in just for a moment?
Jane has to get to bed.

Mother, may Bill and I take a walk
for just five minutes?

All right, Jane.
Make it ten minutes.

But remember,
that doesn't mean an hour.

- Thank you, Mother.
- Good night, Mrs. Hilton. Thanks.

Good night, Bill.

Gee, I'm sure sorry
I missed your graduation, Jane.

It's not your fault
you couldn't get off.

- I would've if I could've.
- I know you would've.

- Shall we go this way?
- That would be fine.

- Or this way?
- Okay.

No, I think
the other way is better.

- How are things at the field?
- They're fine, thank you.

- How's everything with you?
- Just fine.

I want to get a war job,
but Mother won't let me.

I think she's right.
You ought to stay home...

No, it isn't that at all.

Mother wants me
to go to college.

Gee, that would take
four years, wouldn't it?

If I go.

- You don't want to go?
- No, it's so silly.

If I were three or four
years older, I could be a Wave.

Or a Wac.

Or a nurse.
That's what I'd rather be most.

That would be swell
if I was wounded.

You shouldn't say such things.

I won't be wounded.

I'll be killed.

Jane, would you care?

Well, of course I'd care, silly.

- Well, gee, that'd be fine.
- What would be fine about it?

Well, I thought that if...

What I mean is I would be glad
if you were sorry if I were killed.

What good would that do
if you were dead?

Yeah, I guess you're right.

I don't ever want to hear you
talk like that again.

Okay.

I'm sure sorry
I missed your graduation.

The ten minutes aren't up yet.

- What's the matter?
- A wire from Pop.

From Pop?
Is anything wrong?

He's gonna be someplace
for an hour between trains

and wants us to meet him there.
Hurry! We have to catch a train!

Show your tickets, please.

- Did I get your ticket?
- Yes. My daughters are back there.

If we keep stopping, I'll miss
the biggest deal of my life.

Well, I'm in no hurry.

I've got plenty of time
from now on.

Tickets, please.
Yes, I got yours before.

My husband's never
even seen the baby.

- Did I get your ticket?
- My mother has it.

I think babies are just about
the cutest things there are.

- What's his name?
- Dwight Eisenhower O'Brien.

- And after the Germans came...
- Tickets, please.

And after the Germans came,

we did not get
any milk or any meat at all.

Serving only two meals a day
on these trains is outrageous!

Tickets, please.

Can't we do anything
to get this train going?

Those supply trains
have the right-of-way.

We're going to meet my pop!
He's in the Army.

If this train is late, we may not
see him before he leaves!

Don't you think those tanks
had better get through

if you want him to come back?

Captain Hilton!

Captain Timothy Hilton!

Well, he said the lobby.

Sorry, ma'am,
he didn't answer the page.

I can't imagine...
Oh, here.

What'll we do?
We're so late.

- Thank you.
- Thank you, ma'am.

Sorry, there's nothing available
until October.

Are you sure there's no message
for Mrs. Hilton?

I'm quite sure,
but I'll look again.

Maybe he hasn't
gotten here yet.

- Pop's always so dependable.
- It wouldn't be his fault, silly.

- You have the right hotel?
- Yes, definitely.

Yes, here it is...
"Mrs. Timothy Hilton."

No, I'm sorry.
We're all filled up.

I can't help it
if he is with the OPA.

- We missed him.
- Mother.

"I know you'll understand
how heartbroken I am

"that my orders wouldn't
permit me to wait.

Kiss the kids for me."

- Is there something wrong?
- No. No, thank you.

"The only address I can give you
is APO number 805,

care of Postmaster,
San Francisco."

Army Post Office.

Mother, that means we won't
be seeing him before...

Oh, Mother!

No, no. Sorry.

No reservations until October.

I'm afraid she's
awfully heavy for you.

Oh, no.
She's so like my granddaughter.

I love holding her.

Is she about the same age?

No. Mary is almost 30 now.

She's a nurse.
Let me show you her picture.

She's pretty.
Where is she now?

I really don't know.

You see, she was at Corregidor.

I'm so sorry.

Mother, won't you let me
do something now?

Jane, please, darling, not again.
I'm so hot and so tired.

Just for the summer.
I could be a nurse's aide maybe.

- All right, Jane.
- Gee, Mother, that's swell.

But remember now,
just for the summer.

I embrace the code
of the Nurse's Aide.

I will do everything in my power

to bring comfort
to the ailing and the wounded

of whatever color,
race, or creed.

I will accept no compensation
and seek no reward,

and I will hold as a sacred trust

the symbol of mercy
which I wear... the Red Cross.

"Tell Jane I'm proud
of my little Florence Nightingale,

"and she must hold the thought
that next summer,

or the summer after that,
we'll be boating again on the lake."

The summer after that...

"And tell Brig that her candy is
all the sweeter because she made it.

"But I'm worried
about your ration points.

You mustn't waste them on me."

Waste them on Pop?

He's thinking of us, darling.

"We get everything
we could possibly want.

"And don't tell Fidelia,
but the grub is wonderful.

"I'm gaining a pound a week,
and if it doesn't stop soon,

"they'll have to make me a general
just for appearance's sake.

That's all for tonight, except..."

- Except for what, Mother?
- The rest is to me.

Mother, I want to hear it.

Can't I have
any privacy at all?

It's just for Mother, Brig.
Didn't you hear?

All right.

You can hear it.
It's not that secret, silly.

"That's all for tonight,
except to say

"that come war, come jungles,
come Japanese,

"they're all so easy to take

"because at the end of this,
my darling,

I know there waits
for me your love."

There. Are you satisfied?

I think I'll go
to my room, Mother.

I thought we were going to try
those new hairdos from Vogue.

Would you mind if we didn't?

There's a pamphlet I want
to study on third-degree burns.

All right, darling.

We can try them, Brig.

I think it's time something was
done about your hair anyway.

If you want to, Mother,
provided you'll let me...

Don't start making
deals with me.

How old do you think
I could look if my hair was up?

Well, let's see.

I should say
just about the same age.

But nicer, maybe. Why?

Mother, it's just terrible...

my not doing anything
about the war at all.

You've rolled bandages,
you've collected salvage,

and you've sold more war stamps
than any girl in your class...

not that that's
any surprise to me.

- But that's all kid stuff.
- It's no such thing.

I know it's important, but...

Mother, I miss Pop
something awful!

I know, honey.

So do I.

- Thanks, toots.
- Ice cream?

Ice cream again?
Sure wish I had some watermelon.

Now, you men watch Joe carefully.

All it is is learning
how to walk again.

Thanks.

- Got any tutti-frutti?
- Sorry, we only have vanilla.

Gee, we never have no tutti-frutti.

Wake up, Miz Hilton.
Wake up.

What is it?

It's almost time for dinner.
Wake up.

Where's Mr. Hilton?

Mr. Hilton?

I guess I must
have been dreaming.

You sure was sleeping hard.

- Aren't you home early?
- Yes, ma'am, a little.

I got a new union rule for myself...
6:00 quitting. Unless I likes people.

- Is that for me?
- Yes, ma'am.

That's why I woke...

What's the matter, Miz Hilton?

What is it, child?

Jane, Brig, come quick!

...I pray the Lord
my soul to take.

And God bless Pop and Mother

and Jane and Fidelia
and Uncle Tony and Soda.

And please, God,
make Pop safe.

I know he is safe. You wouldn't
let anything happen to him.

But please,
make him safe anyway.

Amen.

Make Pop safe.

Are you awake?

Yes, Brig.

Do you mind if I
get into bed with you?

No, I don't mind.

Don't let Mother hear you.

He'll come back to us.

He'll come back.

Wipe sorrow's tears away

Nor let me ever stray

From Your side

In these troublous times,
when many of our loved ones

are making the supreme sacrifice,

I've searched the Holy Scriptures
and my heart

for some message of comfort
and inspiration to you.

On other occasions
I've quoted from St. John

and the prophet Zechariah.

I've reminded you
of the 23rd Psalm...

"Thy rod and Thy staff,
they comfort me."

Today I offer you the words
of a Maryland lawyer

of another day,
when Americans were fighting

to preserve their
sacred heritage of liberty.

"O thus be it ever
when free men shall stand

"between their loved homes
and the war's desolation.

"Blessed with victory and peace,

"may the heaven-rescued land
praise the power

"that hath made
and preserved this nation.

"Then conquer we must

"when our cause, it is just.

"And this be our motto...

In God is Our Trust."

Those words have become
the last stanza of our national anthem.

Bye.

- Jane, you know what?
- What?

Gladys' stepfather is 4F.

Jameson's a nice old duffer,

but I don't know why we have to
have all that flag-waving.

How's everything going
with you, Emily?

Still having a good time, I hope.

You know me.

"Carry on," is my motto,
"come what may."

You're one woman
who can be depended upon

to maintain her standards
in these times.

- Thank you, dear.
- Hello, Mary.

- I was so sorry to hear about...
- Thank you.

I've been meaning to call you, Anne.
Really, I have.

I just heard
the other day about Tim.

- I'm terribly sorry.
- Thank you, Emily.

But you mustn't give up hope.
C'est la guerre.

By the way, that's
a very cute frock you're wearing.

I remember
admiring it last year.

- No, the year before last.
- Really?

You never were
much interested in clothes.

Well, I must run along now.

- Good-bye, girls.
- Good-bye, Mrs. Hawkins.

I don't like the way
Jane's looking.

And, dear, if you run into
difficulties about your food,

I have a cold storage pantry
just filled with goodies.

We do beautifully on our points.

If everybody had my foresight,
there wouldn't be any shortages.

Good-bye, dear.
Give me a ring sometime.

I am so sorry about Tim,
but he may turn up yet.

Yes, you never can tell.
Good-bye, Emily.

What are we going
to do this afternoon?

- Did I say anything to...
- Could we go to the movies?

How do you feel about it, Jane?

That child... can't she do
anything but hiss?

I'll go see what she wants.

There's a concert today in the park,
the last of the season.

Or does the idea
of listening to music bore you?

Well, the fact of the matter is...

Yeah, I think a concert
sounds good. Don't you, Jane?

Well, I don't know, Bill.
If you feel like some music.

Or would you,
by some remote chance,

like to be alone
with each other this afternoon?

- No, Mrs. Hilton.
- No, Mother, honestly.

We thought it might be nice
if we went out to the country.

Would you mind if I went
to Gladys' for the afternoon?

Darling, you run along
if you want to.

See if you can
teach her some semaphores.

- Bye, Bill.
- Bye, Brig.

You see, Mother,
Bill's leaving tonight.

He's been transferred to...
what'd you call it? ...a staging area.

I didn't know.
Do you know where?

- Well, yes, but...
- Of course you can't say.

- Or whether you're going to come back.
- It'll be the last stop, I suppose.

Isn't that awful, Mother?

- I'm sure it's what you want, Bill.
- Yes, ma'am.

- If it weren't for...
- May I see Bill off, Mother?

You see, I don't have to
go back to camp.

I'm catching the Pathfinder
at midnight.

May I please,
even if it is late?

Of course,
provided I can, too.

- Would you? That's wonderful.
- Mother, you're so sweet.

- You almost knocked me over.
- Will you have supper with us?

No, thank you.
I have a million things to do.

I'll see you at the train.
So long, kids.

Gee, she's nice.

- She's so lonely, Bill.
- Yeah, I know.

- Having difficulties, Colonel?
- Hello, Mrs. Hilton.

Do you know where I might
get some shoe polish

that isn't made of old sausage?

I wish I could get some sausage
that isn't made of old shoe polish.

Speaking of sausage,
could I fix you a cold lunch?

That would be very nice.
Very nice indeed.

I had intended going downtown,
but I was a bit tired.

You mean you haven't
had any breakfast?

No. The fact of the matter is
I don't like breakfast on Sundays.

But why not?
Oh, I see.

You mean that since you called off
your deal with us for breakfast...

You sit right down over there.
I'll have it ready in a jiffy.

This is kind of you.
I'd better clean up a bit.

- Why don't you do it right here?
- Thank you.

I'm very sorry I had that
little run-in with your daughter.

Jane? It was
her fault, I'm afraid.

That may be, but there was
no excuse for my own boorishness.

Let's forget it, shall we?

- Salad and milk?
- Fine, fine, anything.

Mrs. Hilton, I would like to say
that I admire very much

the manner in which you've taken
the news about your husband.

I'm afraid that underneath,
I'm perhaps not quite so courageous.

Then it's all the more admirable.

Fortitude is easy
when there's no feeling.

- Aren't you having something?
- I'm not hungry.

- Colonel, may I say something?
- Anything.

I think it's a pity
about you and Bill.

He's a wonderful boy.
I can tell you that.

He's so hungry for affection.
He's like a lonely puppy.

Time he got over
his puppyhood, I should say.

- Bill's going to be a splendid man.
- Perhaps, perhaps.

Blood may tell in the end.

He's leaving tonight.

Going into combat duty,
I imagine.

Is that so?

Jane and he are spending
the day together.

He's taking the Pathfinder
at midnight.

I have an engagement tonight.

That's too bad.

Your grandson's
going off to war.

But I don't suppose that's
of any importance to you.

If you'll excuse me.

I don't want you to think that
I'm any more ruthless than is the case.

I do have an engagement,
an important one,

with a British Army mission
that's only here for the day.

Here's the wire from them.
There's nothing I can do.

I'm terribly sorry.

I'm sorry for Bill
and for you.

Perhaps I can finish in time,
in which case...

- You'll be at the station?
- I'll try. I'll try my best.

But if I can't, would you...

Would you wish the boy
luck for me?

Of course I will.
It'll mean a great deal to him.

And thank you very much
for the lunch.

Will you give us another chance
at breakfast? On the house.

Of course I will.
Delighted, I'm sure.

Good afternoon, Colonel.

Wonderful woman.
Wonderful woman!

Was a farmer,
had a daughter

And her name was Clementine

Light she was
and like a fairy

And her shoes were number nine

Oh, my darling,
oh, my darling

Oh, my darling Clementine

You are lost
and gone forever

Dreadful sorry, Clementine

I was thinking how much fun
it would be to stay out here always,

just like this.

Just the two of us.

Bill, if we only could.

I wonder how this thing works.

Something up there
on the tractor, I guess.

I think I'll try it.

This looks like a cinch!
Sit tight and I'll give you a ride!

Bill, be careful!

Bill, stop!

The farmer in the dell,
the farmer in the dell

The farmer in the dell,
the farmer in the dell

Hi-ho the merry-o

The farmer in the dell

Say, Jane,
we'd better get out of here!

Where are you?

I'm right here, you darn fool.

Jane, I'm sorry.
What happened?

We'd better get inside someplace
before it starts to rain.

Come on, Jane.

Oh, boy, we certainly
made it just in time!

How will we get home
if this keeps up?

Must be almost 7:00.

Well, what do you know?
You guessed it!

It's just exactly 18 minutes to 7:00.

Only five hours more.

I almost forgot
for a little while.

I didn't forget,
not for a minute.

I've thought about it
all day long.

Well, gee, I never thought
anybody would care about me...

anybody like you.

Jane, I don't want to leave you.

It won't be for long, darling.

It might be for months,
or for years, maybe.

It doesn't matter.

I'll be thinking about you
all the time.

Someday the war will be over.
Then we can be...

- Then we can be married, Jane?
- Do you want to be, Bill?

Oh, darling.

I'm so happy.

I just can't believe it.
I just can't.

I love you.
I do. I love you, I love you.

I just don't understand it.

Bill, do you realize
we're engaged?

Engaged.

Aren't you going to kiss me?

There's just one thing I want
more than anything else.

And what's that?

I want you and Pop to meet
and know one another.

I hope he'll like me.

How could he help liking you?

Bill, you're so sweet, so good,

so handsome.

Handsome?

Why, I love your face.
It's the cutest face I've ever seen.

Cute? That's a fine thing
to say to me.

And you're such a baby.

Look, the rain's stopped.

Isn't that too bad?

Yes. It's awful, but we'd better
get started back.

We've got to make that train.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

I hope you didn't catch
the flu in this storm.

Don't start worrying about me
or I'll break our engagement.

You have the prettiest hair.

I'll bet no other nurse's aide
has hair like that.

Lots of them have.
Prettier, too.

- They don't have as pretty eyes.
- Prettier.

Noses, then.

- Lots prettier.
- I don't believe it.

I'll tell you one thing
they don't have.

They don't have precious you
to take them out to the country.

Come on, let's go.

Precious, cute...

New York Central train number 2,
the Pathfinder,

leaving at 12:01
for Buffalo, Rochester,

Syracuse, Utica,
Albany, and New York

on track number 4.

Just let me look
at you, darling.

It's a picture I'll carry
with me always.

Now go,
and don't even look back.

Look at the nice apple
Daddy got you.

But I don't want you to go away.

So it is late.
Let me come up for ten minutes.

I'm sorry, Mom.
I've only got five minutes.

My furlough was canceled.

I swear, I can't tell any difference
between it and butter.

- Hello. My mommy's a sergeant.
- No fooling!

I won't forget.

What's a good excuse
for being AWOL?

Agnes, look,
on that dame... nylons.

Now go,
and don't even look back.

Five months' pay... give me
some War Bonds, and plenty of 'em.

What, Bill?

- Nothing. Just Jane.
- Silly.

It suits me
if they tax me 100%.

Oh, yeah?

- I was just thinking.
- So was I.

I wonder if there's someplace free where
we don't have to dance with hostesses.

In 15 minutes
you'll be gone.

I know,
I'll meet you in New York.

You will?

And we'll get married
and I'll have a baby.

Boy, that sounds wonderful.

We'll get married
and I'll have a baby.

We'll do it...
the day the war is over.

No, I mean tomorrow.
Or Tuesday.

Gee, Jane,
we couldn't do that.

- Yes, we could, and we will.
- You could and you will what?

Now, don't tell me you two
are having an argument.

A fine thing, I must say...
ten minutes before train time.

It doesn't make any sense, Jane.

What doesn't make any sense?
All right, don't tell me, then.

Jane, would you get Bill
some magazines?

- He doesn't need any.
- I don't need magazines.

Then some newspapers
or cigarettes... anything.

But, Mother, why?

Because I want
to talk to Bill.

I'll be finished by the time
you get back, I promise.

I'm sorry to break in
on these last minutes, Bill.

I hope you're not worried
over what we were talking about.

- I told Jane...
- You don't have to tell me.

I wanted to talk to you
about your grandfather.

Oh, him.

The colonel was very upset
about your leaving.

How did he know I was leaving?
Did you tell him?

Yes. I hope you don't mind.

It doesn't make any difference.
Not to him, it doesn't.

Your grandfather
loves you very deeply.

Then why wasn't he here
to see me off?

I think he'll still make it.

He said he was going to try,
and I believe him.

He said if he didn't,
to wish you luck.

He did?

Isn't there something
you want me to say to him?

Well, maybe you could
tell him that...

tell him that I'm a Smollett,
all right,

and before this thing is over,
I'll make him proud of me yet.

Gee, that's
a grandstand speech for you.

No, it isn't. It's the very nicest
gift you could give him.

When you come back, we'll be
waiting for you... the whole family.

Thanks, Mrs. Hilton.

I hope Jane doesn't bring me back
any mystery magazines.

I can't follow them.
Here she is.

Have you finished, Mother?

I tried to get mystery magazines,
but they're all sold out.

- You see how lucky you are?
- What do you mean?

Never mind.
Good-bye, Bill.

Where are you going, Mother?

I'll wait at the soda fountain.
You two finish your argument.

We weren't arguing.

You were giving
a good imitation of it.

- So long.
- Good-bye, Mrs. Hilton.

I hope...

I know everything's going
to be all right about Mr. Hilton.

Gate number 2 now open
for the Pathfinder

leaving at 12:01 a.m.

You will marry me
when it's over, won't you?

You won't be mad
because I didn't marry you now?

Of course I won't be mad.

- But you take care of yourself.
- I will.

- You write to me.
- I will.

- You do understand, don't you?
- I think so.

You know it's because
I wouldn't want you to be...

Well, you know,
if anything happened to me...

- A widow, you mean.
- Yes, but not only that.

If something happened...
I mean, if I was...

If you were wounded?

Bill, I'd take care of you
the rest of our lives, always.

Gee, we're being silly.

Maybe I'll be sent to Bermuda
or someplace.

- I don't think so.
- Why, Jane?

Because you're going to
really show them.

And you know where we'll go
when we're married?

Right up to West Point.
And you'll show them your medals.

All aboard!

You better get on.

I almost forgot,
I have something for you.

You have?
You didn't have to do that.

- Here. It's my class ring.
- That's wonderful.

You're sure you don't need it?

I don't know what's more important
than its being our engagement ring.

Isn't it awful that
I didn't get you a ring?

But I'll send you one.

It doesn't fit. I should have
gotten you something else.

No, I'd rather have this
than anything.

Better get on, son.
We're about to pull out.

Hurry up, son.

Go ahead, Bill.

I almost forgot. Here.

Have your picture taken as soon
as you get there and send me one.

I will.

And don't you go
getting fatter.

Don't worry, I won't.
Jane, here! Hurry!

It's your watch!
You'll need it!

Good-bye, darling.

Bill, I'll keep it.
I'll keep it with me all the time.

So long, darling. Bye.
Take care of yourself.

- Good-bye, Bill!
- Good-bye, darling.

Good-bye, darling!
I love you!

- I love you, darling!
- Good-bye, darling.

Good-bye, darling.

Good-bye, darling.

- Has the Pathfinder left yet?
- Yes, sir, right on time.

Hello, Brig!

Hi, Jane. Wait for me.
I'll be there in a minute.

Now, Gladys, don't forget
to go to the Jacksons'

and pick up those big
empty paint cans.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- How are things at the hospital?
- Fine.

- How's school?
- Same old bore.

Young girls
should get an education.

Is that so? I didn't notice you
dashing off to college.

I'll go to college eventually
to please Mother.

We couldn't afford it now anyway.

Maybe Bill and I will go together
after we're married.

Fat chance.

Mrs. William Smollett II,
queen of the freshman hop.

Look at Soda.
He's got some new playmates.

Hello, Soda.
Jane, what have you heard from Bill?

He's fine. I think he expects
to see action any day now.

Wouldn't it be fun to go there on your
honeymoon and visit the places he's fought?

I don't think so.

I wanna get a little place
all by ourselves,

just as far away
from all that as...

What about a houseboat
on the Nile?

Or a cottage on the beach
at Waikiki.

You could go surf-riding.
Jane, will you take me along?

Brig, how can you
be so infantile?

All right, I'll be getting married
myself someday,

and you'll be looking
for an invitation from me.

Then you'll be sorry
you were so snooty about it.

Come on in, Soda,
if you're coming.

- Hello, girls.
- Hello, Mother.

Would you mind checking the oven?
I've been making cookies.

- Mother, do I have to?
- Do as Mother asks, Brig.

All right.

Come into the living room.
I'd like to talk to you.

What's the matter?

- Mayn't I talk to you if I want?
- Of course.

But you sound so strange.

Do I? I'm sorry,
I don't mean to.

What is it?
Why couldn't Brig hear?

Is that why you sent her...

- Not about... Pop?
- No.

Sit down, darling.

Jane, dear, I'm terribly proud
of the way you've grown up.

I'm sorry Pop missed it.

Is that all?
That's sweet of you, Mother.

No, dear, it isn't...

It's so wonderful
being at the hospital.

I wish you could
come and visit.

I will.

But some of it's so sad.

If you could see those boys.

And they're so cheerful,
most of them.

I know.
They have such courage.

I like to think that you have
that kind of courage, too, darling.

What are you trying to tell me?

That when a man goes off to war,
we have to be...

It's Bill!

The telegram came
just a few minutes ago.

It was addressed to you,
but I opened it.

Did it say he was missing or what?

I don't care if he's wounded,
if only...

No, dear, it said he...

It said he died in action
at Salerno.

It couldn't be!

It couldn't be!

It could be a mistake,
couldn't it, Mother?

I've heard that sometimes
they get the names mixed up.

No, honey,
you mustn't fool yourself.

That would be
the worst thing of all.

You've got to face it,
as hard and cruel as it is.

Yes, I know.

I've known it all along.

Cry, darling.
Cry your heart out.

I won't try to tell you
that you'll get over it soon,

because it will take time...
maybe a long time.

No, I won't cry.

A wonderful boy
loved you, Jane.

That doesn't happen to everybody.

But I had him only
for such a little while.

I'll go help with supper.

There's chicken fricassee
just the way you like it.

Sounds fine.

Isn't it funny?

We were just talking.

Brig was just saying
about our...

...about our honeymoon.

Oh, my baby.

My poor, poor baby.

He struggled so hard
to be a soldier

because I insisted on it.

I, in my infinite wisdom.

He would have been a soldier
anyway as things turned out.

Yes, but all he learned from me was
the glory, decorations, parades.

Bill had character and courage.
I know you gave him those.

I hope so.

- He loved you.
- Mrs. Hilton, I'm not a child.

He hated me.
To whom did that telegram come?

Why, he didn't even
list me as next of kin.

The telegram came to Jane
because they were to be married.

- I didn't know, of course.
- I should have told you before.

Colonel, if only you could
believe that he loved you.

Don't you remember
the message he sent to you...

that he was a Smollett, all right,

and before the war was over,
you'd be proud of him?

He did say that, didn't he?

Yes, I am proud of him.

My only grandchild
had to die before l...

Come in.

Good evening, Colonel Smollett.

Good evening, Jane.
Come in, please.

I thought perhaps I could
bring you a little supper.

Why, thank you.
That's most thoughtful of you.

I'm awfully sorry about...

Would you like to have this?

I think he'd rather you...

- I'm awfully glad we're friends.
- So am I.

I'll get your supper now
if you'll excuse me.

Colonel, won't you have
supper with us?

I should love to.

- I'll come right down, dear.
- All right, Mother.

And I might have had that
wonderful child as a granddaughter.

Bill was fortunate
to have known her.

Bill deserved her.
He was such a good boy.

Yes, I dare say.

The good die first.

And they whose hearts
are dry as summer dust

burn to the socket.

Shall we stop a moment and rest
in the shade, Mr. Williams?

I can't imagine anything
more pleasant than being out here.

Or do you miss the water?

I love to sail, so I can
understand it if you do.

I hate it. I never want
to see the ocean again.

Would it help you
to talk about it?

I hate the ocean.

Of course you do.
I understand.

It's almost time for your lunch.

Dr. Golden will be angry
with me if you're late.

He's taken
a great interest in you.

Me in the Merchant Marine?
That was a joke in the first place.

I've always hated the water,
ever since I was a kid.

But most boys love the water.
They love to swim.

I couldn't swim.

Then one day my brother Jimmy
pushed me off the pier.

Then he had to pull me out.

He was always laughing at me
and telling me not to be yellow.

He told me not to be yellow
when our ship was hit.

That was the last time
I ever saw him.

You're not a coward, Danny.
Fear is normal.

We'll help you to understand that.

And when you do, you won't
be afraid of the water.

You won't even be afraid
of being afraid.

Rest a while, Danny.
You're a fine boy.

I'm sorry to have
interrupted you, Dr. Golden,

but I was instructed
to get the patient to bed.

It's all right.
He's had quite enough for one day.

Doctor, will Mr. Williams
be all right?

In time. In time.

He's a fine young man. He must
have another chance at life,

and we must work
to give it to him.

His burns seem almost healed.

Yes, his burns,
but the most serious injury...

that, I am afraid,
will take more time.

The injury to his mind?
Is that what you mean?

No, not to his mind.

To his confidence
in himself and in others.

Yes, we must rebuild
Danny Williams' life

all the way back
and all the way forward.

Hasn't there ever been anyone
close to you, Miss Hilton,

for whom you would like
to have done that?

Yes, there was someone.

There was.

We must not live
in the past, my child.

There is a whole wide
broken world to mend.

Come, come,
I mustn't have another patient.

How would you like to do
a tired old man a favor?

- Anything, Doctor.
- Then smile for me.

Let me see that young people
still can smile

as they used to long ago.

Yes.

Just as I remember.

Good night, my child.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Colonel

Happy birthday to you

Thank you, Mrs. Hilton.
Thank you, Jane. Thank you, Brig.

And thank you, Fidelia,
for the beautiful cake.

Better wait till you taste it.
It's kind of an experimentation.

Now you make a wish.
And if you want it to come true,

you have to blow out
all the candles with one breath.

Really? All of them?

Yes, indeed.

Don't you think we might allow
the colonel two breaths?

No special dispensations
are necessary.

Now you have to get
the first piece.

Really, Bridget,
I wasn't born yesterday.

There are a few things
that I do know.

Bridget, he's here again.

Soda, get down.
Come here.

He never does that
with anybody else.

He's apparently
very devoted to you.

I have taken every conceivable step
to discourage his affection.

I wonder who that could be.

Is you anticipating callers,
Miz Hilton?

I'll answer it, Fidelia.
Don't you bother. You're busy.

If it's Gladys,
I'm not home.

Yes, the bad penny again.

- How are you, Janie?
- I'm fine, Tony.

Brig wrote me about... everything.

Please, don't talk about it.

I understand.

- Who is it, Jane?
- You'll never guess!

It's the colonel's birthday.
We're giving him a party.

Maybe I'd better go.

You'll do no such thing.
You're just what we need.

- Not Lieutenant Willett!
- Lieutenant Commander to you.

Not really? Congratulations.

You didn't say
you were coming back.

I was going to write you,
but I wasn't sure you cared.

You're just in time
for some birthday cake.

- Good evening, Mr. Willett.
- How are you, sir?

So you've been promoted.

I suppose there must have
been some reason for it.

I'm sure I don't know
what it could have been.

I was sorry to hear about Bill.

Thank you.

Sit down, Tony.

That looks good.
Where's Fidelia?

- Here I is, Lieutenant Willett.
- Fidelia. This makes it official.

- Here, give me that.
- Thank you.

I sure is glad
to see you back.

Should I move the rooms around
like before, Miz Hilton?

Oh, my goodness!

Don't worry, I've got
a room downtown this time.

Never heard tell such a thing.

Now...

I almost forgot,
I have something for you, Jane.

Didn't you bring me anything?

It isn't anything, but I couldn't
resist getting it for Jane.

Where on earth did you get it?

It was practically the only thing left
of a little shop in Salerno.

I'm sorry, Jane.
I didn't know where...

It's all right, Tony.

Well, isn't anybody
interested in this cake?

By the way, Fidelia,
just what was the experimentation

you referred to
in connection with this cake?

I tried something new.
I bought it.

You clearly see there's
nothing in the handkerchief.

Nothing at all
that meets the human eye.

I'll show you both sides so you can
be sure I'm not holding back anything.

Correct, Brig?

I suppose there's something there,
but I'll play along.

- How about you, sir?
- There's nothing in that handkerchief.

You don't need
to labor the point further.

Tiresome, isn't it? Watch.

Presto, change-o.

- Marvelous!
- I'll get it.

I think I'd like
to learn that trick, Mr. Willett.

It might amuse the dodos
at the Army and Navy Club.

I'd be honored, sir.

Good evening, Brig.
Is your mother at home?

That sounds like
your favorite woman.

Mrs. Hawkins... that voice has
haunted me across the Atlantic.

Hello, Emily.
I haven't seen you in ages.

Good evening, Lieutenant Willett.
I didn't know you were back.

I've learned a new trick. The Navy
thought I ought to bring it home

for purposes of morale.

I thought you already
knew all the tricks, Lieutenant.

Touch�, as we used to say
in Minneapolis.

And this, I presume,
is General Smollett.

- I've heard so much about you.
- I thought you'd met before.

No, but I envy you, having such
a distinguished man as your guest.

It is I who should be envied.

And it is Colonel Smollett, madam,
and Lieutenant Commander Willett.

I always get
those things mixed up.

It doesn't matter what a man's rank is.
It's his character that counts.

Hello, Jane. What's this I hear
about you working at the hospital?

- I'm a nurse's aide.
- A nurse's aide?

What a revolting idea
for an unmarried girl of your age.

Our whole code of living seems
to be completely ignored these days,

and possibly it's none
of my business.

You're quite right, Mrs. Hawkins.
It is none of your business.

I must say, Lieutenant
or Commander or whatever you are,

the Navy hasn't improved
your manners any.

Please, Tony.
Please, Emily.

It's the colonel's birthday,
and we're trying to have a party.

I'm sorry.
I meant no offense to you, Jane.

I simply feel that
well-brought-up young girls

shouldn't be permitted to have such
intimate contact with all sorts of...

All sorts of boys
who've lost their arms and legs?

They're young, too,
lots of them.

But they weren't too young
for that, Mrs. Hawkins.

And I don't think breeding
entered into it, either.

Bravo, Jane.

I don't care
to debate it with you, Jane.

But surely there are women
who are more suited...

There aren't women more suited.

And women who might help,
like you, think you're doing your part

if you attend a canteen dance
for your own pleasure.

You're tired, honey.
Why don't you go upstairs?

Yes, Mother.

There are just one or two
more things I want to say.

She's not worth it.

We're not V-Girls! We're simply
helping with the wreckage.

Brig, let's go play
with our dolls.

Don't worry, Mrs. Hawkins.

Please don't worry
if our precious well-bred hands

come in contact
with those mangled bodies.

We'll survive!
Even when they don't!

What has happened that you
would permit a child of yours

to talk that way
without so much as a...

Without so much as what?

Thank heaven my child
had the courage to say to you

what should have
been said long ago.

And let me add
that I'm ashamed

that I've put up with you,
that I've even known you.

Well!

From now on,
you needn't know me.

Don't you think for a minute
you have me fooled.

I've not forgotten how you felt
about your husband joining up.

And may I ask just what other
noble sacrifices you've made

to give you the privilege
of being so self-righteous?

I'm afraid that's just it, Emily.

I haven't really made
any sacrifices.

I haven't hoarded and cheated

and done the selfish,
unpatriotic things that you've done,

but as far as making sacrifices,

I'm afraid we're two of a kind.

And the realization of it doesn't
make me very proud or happy.

Well!

Good-bye, Major.

I think we've seen the last
of Mrs. H. For a while.

When I think of the good men
they waste on Kitchen Police.

I wish getting Emily out
of the house was a solution to something.

It's a temporary solution

to the problem
of avoiding Emily Hawkins.

How about a little nightcap
for the three of us, Anne?

I'll run up and see how Jane is,
if you don't mind.

You'll find some scotch
on the sideboard.

Please don't go, Tony.
I want to talk to you.

- Say when, Colonel.
- That'll be fine.

Happy birthday.

Thanks. I almost forgot.

- A pity, isn't it?
- It sure is.

Well, I think I'll take myself
off to bed.

Good night, Willett.

I rather like you,
if I may say so.

Couldn't be more pleased, sir.

- You'll ruin your big toe.
- Wouldn't that be awful?

I'd never be able to place-kick
again for old Rutgers.

You didn't expect to find another
front here at home, did you?

But our side won...
victory over gas power.

- How's Jane?
- She's fine.

Her thinking is as clear as a bell.
How am I, why don't you ask?

Trying to figure out
what sacrifices you can make?

Don't, Tony.

After all you've been through,
to have to listen to you berate yourself.

You wouldn't sit down and let me
talk for a minute, would you?

All right.

But I won't promise to listen.

What's your guess
as to why I joined the Navy?

'Cause you want to do
your part, just the way Tim did.

Don't kid yourself.
I'm no Tim.

I joined up because Top Hat
suddenly seemed a little silly

and I wanted to have
some fun and excitement.

I laughed up my sleeve
at all the fellows

who were giving out
with noble motives,

the Four Freedoms,
and all the rest of it,

but I found out that
it all added up

to a simple corny phrase
that I couldn't laugh off...

"Home sweet home."

- I know.
- You do know?

You're doing a swell job here
at home holding things together.

Those daughters of yours,
they're pretty wonderful.

I know Tim's going to be
mighty pleased with them.

I imagine he'll be a bit surprised
to see how Jane grew up

without so much
as a by-your-leave.

Yes, she grew up
while Mother knitted.

Or worse still,
while Mother didn't even knit.

That's the point, Tony.
Can't you see it?

Boy, I see what you mean now
about not listening.

- I guess I was pretty dull.
- All right, laugh at me.

But it's settled in my mind
once and for all.

I have a husband who went off
to fight for this home and for me...

that's what you said.

And I have children who had
courage and intelligence

while their mother
lived in a dream world.

I've come out of it.

I buy your
"Home sweet home" idea,

but I want
to do something about it.

Well, say something.

Don't tell me that glib
Tony Willett's at a loss for words.

Well, Annie, my girl,
I'm afraid you're right.

I hope you'll think
I was right, too, Tim,

and that someday you'll be
interested in reading this diary.

And I hope you won't be
too shocked when you hear

that I'm actually training
for work in a shipyard.

Yes, tremendous changes
have taken place

in the pampered woman
who was your wife.

It's hard even for me to realize
I'm studying to be a lady welder.

And doing very nicely,
so it seems.

Oh, Tim, I love it so,

and I have such admiration
for all these people.

There's one woman
I can't wait for you to meet.

Her name is nothing like we ever
heard at the country club.

It's Zofia Koslowska,
and she likes me

because she thinks I helped her

through a most awful
and tragic loneliness.

I wish my little boy had lived
so he could have seen America.

I used to read to him
about it every night

when the shades were drawn

and the sound of heavy boots
marching down the street

made my poor little Janka shake

until I thought
his bones would crack.

And then we'd pray together

that God would let us go to the
fairyland across the sea.

If only he could have been with me
the day I went all by myself

to the Statue of Liberty

and read what it says there
for the whole world to see.

Do you know it?

Anne Hilton, did you ever read it?

No. I'm sorry to say,
I don't know it.

I'll never forget it.

I know it so well here
because I feel it so much here.

It says...

"Give me your tired,
your poor,

"your huddled masses
yearning to breathe free,

"the wretched refuse
of your teeming shore.

"Send these, the homeless,
tempest-tossed to me.

I lift my lamp
beside the golden door."

You've helped light
that lamp for me, Anne Hilton.

And then, Tim, she said
the most thrilling thing

that has ever been said to me.
She said...

You are what I thought
America was...

what I meant when I prayed
with little Janka.

And as in my own small way
I help here in the shipyards,

I hope I may be worthy
of her words,

just as each night I pray
that always I may be worthy

of those other thrilling words...

... the first time
and every time since

that you've said,
"I love you."

Now remember,
don't start until the door opens.

And when it does,
let 'em have it.

What's the matter?
You look reluctant.

It ain't that I don't trust you,
but I'd like to have my money first.

You've got
a very suspicious nature.

All set? Lieutenant Solomon,
clear for action.

Aye-aye, sir.

Jane, Colonel, come on.
Somebody's here. They're singing!

- I'll be down in a minute.
- Come on, Colonel!

"Silent night, peace on earth,
goodwill toward men."

I didn't want to wrap this
in a box with fancy ribbon,

but I knew
you'd like to have it.

Thank you, Janie.

Merry Christmas.

- Who's next on your team?
- Colonel Smollett.

Get going, Colonel.
You're our anchorman.

We've given you a nice easy one.

Please don't be patronizing.
I can act it.

- All right, go.
- We've only got a minute and a half.

You might wait
until I've read it.

- Have you read it? Time.
- Let's go, Colonel. Anchors aweigh.

- That is not it.
- Please, Colonel.

- Two words.
- It didn't say to talk.

What difference does it make
if I say "two" or hold up two fingers?

Come on, Colonel,
it's a half a minute already.

Is it an animal?

Come on, Danny Williams,
give him a question.

Is it a quotation?

Army mule.

They're being very stupid, Colonel.

You're giving
a wonderful performance.

Do something else.

Rolling stone.

No talking, Colonel.

Colonel, don't get sore.
Just try doing what you did before.

If we don't guess it,
we'll give up.

Anybody could guess that.

You can't guess, Fidelia.
No fair.

We can afford to be generous.
Let them have Fidelia.

- Bottoms up.
- Thank goodness!

- Was that it?
- Certainly that was it.

I'm glad you weren't on their
team the whole time, Fidelia.

- How'd you guess it, Fidelia?
- It weren't nothin'.

I'm just naturally...
psychopathic.

Come on, don't be nervous.
Come on.

Mother, Gladys wants
to say something.

Well, hallelujah!
Bring her in!

This is Gladys Brown, everybody.
She's a friend of mine.

- Come in, Gladys.
- She wants to say something.

Come on, Gladys,
it isn't hard. Honest.

Merry Christmas.

Well, she made it anyway.

I have big plans
for her next year.

Yes, she could be
the class orator.

Come on, everybody,
coffee and sandwiches.

Congratulations, sir.
I thought you acted very good.

It was nothing really.

Gee, that was fun.
The colonel's a good sport.

Yes, we all adore him.

Fidelia, when did you start
specializing in this bird food?

You won't tell anybody?
There's a chicken leg I saved for you.

- That's more like it.
- Sneak out by yourself.

You'll find it
on the second shelf in the icebox.

It's a wonderful party.

It's Tony. He brings life
to any party.

Tony's doomed to go through life
as everybody's darling.

Even to his men?

Well, they don't think of him
as darling, exactly.

Hero worship's more like it.

I'll bet he didn't tell you he's been
recommended for the Navy Cross.

No, really?

He'll make jokes about it,
but he's very proud of it.

I want to talk to you,
John Paul Jones.

What have I done now?

The Navy Cross...
that's what you've done.

Yes, he told me.
Do they give you a ribbon?

What does it look like?
What are the colors?

- It looks just like that.
- Stop it, Tony.

This is an old one.
It's last year's model.

He'll joke about it,
but he's really very proud of it.

Well, he said
the same thing about you.

- If you people will excuse me now.
- He did, did he?

Never mind about him.
I want to talk to you.

I wish Solomon would stop
acting as my press agent.

- What do I do with this?
- What do you suppose?

- Finish it, you wastrel.
- I could use milk with it.

Honestly. I never knew heroes
were so helpless.

Here, look out.

Tony, I'm really
very angry with you.

I have to find things out
from a stranger.

Didn't think you'd be interested.

Of course not.
No, all I want to know

is if you found any new
sugars in Sicily.

I don't want to shock you,

but it's no wonder
those Italians can paint.

There was a dame standing
in the middle of the street

with a big tub of spaghetti,
and she had... she had...

Never mind what she had.
I have a little imagination.

Yeah. Well, even
as I looked at her,

I thought, "She's good,

but what are all the women
in the world compared with Anne?"

Tony, will you never stop?

I'll never stop, Anne,
as long as I can dream about you.

If you ever thought that dream had
a chance of coming true, you'd...

I'd what, Anne?

Finish it yourself.

You make it pretty tough for me.

I'd feel I'd been wrong
about you all my life.

I'd have to go looking
for a new ideal.

It's a little late for that.

What's more,
you'd run for your life.

But first you'd wring my neck
as I'd expect you to.

That's right, and what
would be the fun in that?

I'd never be able to break
my heart over you anymore.

Tony, never grow up.
Never, never.

Or I'd lose something
very dear to me.

Something very dear
to all of us.

All right, but I'm going to sound
awful silly someday

making verbal passes at you
when we're both in wheelchairs.

I'm looking forward to that.

Now wipe the milk
off your silly face

and tell me in your usual accurate
fashion how you became a hero.

Well, I'll tell you.

I suddenly thought it was
kind of damp on deck.

I looked down and seemed to be
standing in a swimming pool...

- Well, good-bye, Jane.
- Good-bye?

I've signed on again
and I'll be shipping any day now.

- You must be glad.
- Yes, I am.

Jane, you've been wonderful to me.
May I write to you?

I wish you would.

Okay! You started it!

Merry Christmas!

I still contend
that if there had been

one lone, single, solitary grain
of intelligence on our entire team...

- Colonel, stop right where you are.
- What's the matter?

And stop blushing.
It's an old custom.

As I recall the custom,
Mrs. Hilton,

the ceremony isn't complete
until everyone has participated.

Thank you, Anne.

I haven't had an experience
like this in 45 years.

Well, Merry Christmas
to you all.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas, Colonel.

Come on, Soda.

Coming up, Mother?

Not for a little while.
I have a few things to do.

Good night.

- Good night, darling.
- Good night, Mother.

- Merry Christmas, Mother.
- Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, darlings.

What are those, Fidelia?

Mr. Hilton done sent these
to me a long time ago

and told me to put them
under the Christmas tree

just like we've always done.

Now, now, no tears, Fidelia.
There's nothing to cry about.

I can't help it.
He sent me something, too.

Mr. Hilton never forgot me,
even when he was fighting them devils.

He'll be so happy to hear that
you're back on the old job again.

Yes, ma'am.

Miz Hilton,
can I confide something?

Yes, Fidelia.

Brig sent her daddy his gift
just like nothing happened.

Of course she did.
So did Jane.

So did I.

You all did that?

Miz Hilton, I guess I just ain't
on the right side of the Lord.

I just ain't had
the right kind of faith.

But I will have.
From now on, I'll be a true believer.

And now I'm wishing you
a good night, Miz Hilton.

Good night, Fidelia.

Hello?

Cable gram?

Yes, read it, please.

What was that?
No. Yes, yes.

Yes, mail it to me, please.
Yes, ma'am.

It's a cable!
Pop's safe!

Pop's safe! I just
got word he's coming home!

He's coming home!