All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S09E10.The.Tempest.WEBRip.x26ION10

I hope that you don't think
I'm lying to you.

He changed his last name,

but Curtis Packer is the same
man that you married.

The man I married would have
come home to me.

Who are you?

Don't you know who I am?

Never seen you in my life.

It's me. Mary Ellen.
I'm your wife.

(CHUCKLING) If I'd married you,
I'm sure I'd remember it.

Curt? Curt!

-Get up!
-Curt, what is it?

I'll take you back to Betty's.

You can pack your things
and leave.

Get out of that chair
and get out to that...

You two argue somewhere else?

-Butt out of this!
-Alright, Curt.

I've about had it with you.
You're nothing but trouble!

Just leave me alone.

JOHN-BOY: A chill settled on
Walton's Mountain

that first autumn

after the conclusion
of the Second World War.

Mary Ellen had been caught up
in a whirlwind love affair

that seemed certain to add
a new member to the family.

But a storm was brewing
to the south

a storm that ended her romance

and called her to
a distant part of the country

in search of a man
she believed to be dead.

BETTY: You're going to love
Larksburg, Mary Ellen.

Doesn't have mountains quite
like this place, but it's nice.

Don't worry, everything's going
to work out just fine.

I just said goodbye to the only
man I've loved since Curt,

It might be a wild goose chase

and you're telling me
everything's gonna be fine.

Mary Ellen, it's not a wild
goose chase. Curt's alive.

I wish you'd let me go with you.

I'll be alright, Jason.
Don't worry.

I don't like the idea of you
going off alone

to a strange place,

not knowing what to expect.

I'd come with you
if I hadn't promised my mother

I'd spend a couple of days
in Raleigh.

(SIGHING) I'm sure Larksburg
is nothing to be afraid of.

Larksburg is not what
I'm worried about.

I'll stay in touch.

Good luck.

The bus is on time for a change.

MARY ELLEN: Goodbye, Jason.

Give John Curtis my love.

I'll do that.

I'll take ten more chances.
Pour me another beer.

I thought you'd be
in Ohio by now.

This isn't Cincinnati?

Nope.

And you're not in any condition
to be going anywhere.

Fix him some coffee.

-Got Mary Ellen on the bus yet?
-She just left.

Can you imagine that?

Running off to Florida
on our wedding day?

She didn't have any choice.

Jonesy, listen to me!

If Curt's really been alive
since Pearl Harbor,

something is terribly wrong.

If you walk out now,
you'll be leaving Mary Ellen

when she needs you the most.

Mary Ellen tried to
talk me into teaching

at Boatwright University.

Professor of Geology just sounds
too permanent for my taste.

Then try Pickett Metal.

Look, I've had too much beer
to make a decision

like that right now.

I think you've made your
decision already.

What was Curt like
before the war?

He was abrupt, quick-tempered,
affectionate.

He was a good husband and father
and a fine doctor.

Last year he had
the influenza so bad.

He wouldn't have anything
to do with doctors or medicine,

I thought he was gonna die.

He just said if he died,
he died.

That doesn't sound
like Curt at all.

I hope that you don't think I'm
lying to you.

He changed his last name,

but Curtis Packer is the same
man that you married.

The man I married would have
come home to me.

Erin, you knew well
and good that that bid

for the McKenna Tractor Company

was due first thing
this morning.

Well I'm sorry, J.D.,
but it's going to have to wait.

I'm already behind on the
Heartland Farm Equipment bid.

Well, it wasn't my idea to make
shovels and hoes for Heartland.

That's all your fault!

We'll make a lot more money
on the Heartland contract

than we ever would've
making canteens for the Army.

Don't you dare say anything
against our Army contracts.

Remember our motto:
Guns, tanks and Pickett canteens

turn fighting men
into fighting machines.

You ought to fire
whoever wrote that.

I wrote it!

J.D., I want a raise.

A raise? You're lucky to be
earning anything at all.

Girls your age ought to be out
making babies, not money.

I want a raise
and also

I want a cut in profits of every
contracts I win for you.

What do you think I am?
A dimwit?

I'd like to see you run this
place without me.

I'm sick and tired of doing the
work of two people

and only getting the salary of
one. I have had it, J.D.!

If you're coming in here asking
for a raise, you can forget it.

I don't even work here.

Well, in that case a raise is
out of the question!

What are you doing here?
I thought you left town.

Uh, I took a room at the
boarding house last night

but don't say anything
if Mary Ellen calls.

It'll make it easier if she
thinks I'm gone.

Erin, you know the rules.
No visitors during work hours.

I came here looking for a job.

Yeah? Well, if you came on
Erin's recommendation

you can just forget it,

because whatever she said
I was paying, I'm not.

JONESY: I'm not looking
to make much money.

Just enough to pay for my room
at the boarding house.

What's your name?

Arlington Westcott Jones III,
but everybody calls me Jonesy.

You had any experience?

I was in Marine procurement
in San Diego

before they shipped me
to the Pacific.

Procurement? That's right up our
alley, ain't it, Erin?

Why don't you
come on into the office?

Well, this is where I leave you.

Will I see you in Larksburg?

Oh, I imagine so. I'm only gonna
be here for a couple of days.

Mary Ellen, there's really no
reason why you should have

to stay in that awful boarding
house down there.

Oh, I'm sure it'll be fine.

I want you to stay at my place.

I can't let you do that.

Sure you can. Besides, I've got
a couple of houseplants

that need tending to.

When you get there
just ask anybody for directions.

Everybody knows me.

Thanks.

-Bye.
-Bye.

(J.D. AND JONESY CHATTERING)

Well, did you get the job?

I sure did.

See you tomorrow,
bright and early.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

-Bye bye, Jonesy.
-Bye.

-Coffee?
-Mmm.

I think we should put him
on the loading docks.

The people we have out there
aren't getting the job done.

Oh, he's much too talented
for that.

Besides I've got something else
in mind for him.

Like what?

Oh, I don't know.

First Assistant Manager.

And where does that leave me?

Second Assistant Manager.

Quit staring at me like that.
You make me nervous.

I'd like to do more than that.
I'd like to wring your neck.

Well, Erin, this just means that
you're going to

have to move to another office.

Of course, you'll have to take
a small cut in pay.

J.D., I can't believe this.

I'm sorry, Erin, but I've got my
business to think of.

You girls were alright in a
pinch, but now the men are back.

The first team is moving in!

I quit!

You can't. You didn't
give me notice.

Ha!

Erin! Erin, come back here.

-Excuse me.
-You lost?

I'm a friend of Betty Howell's.

Betty's in North Carolina
this week.

Meantime, I'm covering
for her in the store

and doing my waitressing,

and I'll tell you right now,
I don't like it one bit.

I'll be staying at Betty's
until she gets back.

Could you tell me where that is?

Her place is right down,
half a mile.

Her name's on the mailbox.
That way.

Do you where can I
find Curt Packer?

You a friend of his, too?

I guess you could say that.

Right past Betty's house.
You can't miss it.

Just look for the first junk
heap you come to.

Well, thank you.

(GRUNTS)

MARY ELLEN: Curt?

Who are you?

Don't you know who I am?

Never seen you in my life.

It's me. Mary Ellen.
I'm your wife.

(CHUCKLING) If I'd married you,
I'm sure I'd remember it.

Betty Howell came to see me.

She told me about
a letter you wrote me.

Betty wouldn't have done
anything like that.

Your name is Curtis Willard.
You're a doctor.

We were married for three years
before you went overseas.

I got a telegram saying you were
killed on December 7th, 1941.

(PANTING)

I don't know who you're,
and what you want

if you'll excuse me, I'm busy.

I've come over five hundred
miles to see you.

Would you please talk to me?

(SIGHING) I'm sorry,
there's nothing to talk about.

We can talk about your son.

(ELIZABETH LAUGHING)

Erin, the whole time
I've known you

I've never seen you
so down in the dumps.

What's seems to be the matter?

I've quit my job
and trying to find a new one.

You'll be working in no time.

Every place I tried today
is looking for men

returned veterans.

I can't believe they would
ignore ability like yours.

You know, Erin,
you have managed to acquire

a good number of
invaluable skills

while working for J.D. Pickett.

They could be a great asset to
me in my real estate business.

ROSE: That's not a bad idea.

(SIGHING) I don't know,
Corabeth.

I'm just so upset
about this whole thing.

I bet you'd make a lot of money.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I'll get it.

-Hi.
-JONESY: Hi.

We're having dinner,
Guess you could come in.

JONESY: Thank you.

Hello.

Any word from Mary Ellen?

She hasn't called.

(EXCLAIMS)

Well, I'm obviously
interrupting.

I'll just step outside,

say the alphabet backwards
and forwards

five times and knock again.

Don't be funny with me.
Not after what you did!

What did I do?

I was in the office today
while you were talking to J.D.

Jason said it would be a good
place to look for work.

Don't bring me into this.

ROSE: J.D. hired you
to replace Erin.

He didn't tell me that.

Well, it doesn't matter because
I wouldn't work for him anyway.

Besides I'm thinking of selling
real estate with Corabeth.

Erin, I had no idea.
I'll quit tomorrow.

-Don't bother, Jonesy.
-Erin.

And don't come running back
to me when you find out

the job is too hard to handle.

Look, I bought and sold war
materials for the Marines.

Do you honestly think
I'm gonna have a tough time

working for some two-bit
shovelmaker?

You won't last a week.

(SIGHING) I can do any job
I set my mind to.

I'd like to see you try.
J.D. will eat you alive.

I'll do a lot better job
working at Picketts

than you will trying
to sell real estate.

-Oh, yeah!
-Yeah.

(CREAKING)

Curt?

Curt!

You know it seems like
you ladies are spending

as much money on cleaning
materials as you do on food.

We have a very large house, Ike.

It was fine when Papa was alive.
He was constantly entertaining.

But most of his guests
are dead now.

MISS EMILY: Their names
have been removed

from the guest list.

However, we are obliged
to keep the house

as Papa would have
wanted it kept.

Perhaps you two ladies should
consider having domestic help.

Oh, we have considered that,
but we decided that

Papa wouldn't want strangers
touching his things, you know?

(MISS EMILY CHUCKLING)

Thank you for the supplies, Ike.
Good day, Corabeth.

-Goodbye.
-Bye, ladies.

I do wish I could persuade
those two dear ladies

to purchase a smaller house,

something more suitable
to their needs.

You know Erin is pretty close
to the Baldwins.

Maybe she could talk
them into moving.

And she is in my employ,
isn't she?

That is a very interesting idea,
Mr. Godsey.

Where on God's green earth
could Erin have put that file?

Mr. Greenley,
could you hold on a second,

we're looking,
we're looking for it now.

We'll call you back.

Here it is!

I hung up on him.

What? You hung up on
Wallace Greenley?

Oh, what kind of a nincompoop
thing was that to do?

Look out now, you've got me
all tangled up here, gimme that.

(PHONE RINGING)

I'll get it. I'll get it.
Hello. Hello!

(JONESY MUMBLING)

Hello.

Yes, yes, yes. Yes, Mr. McKenna.
Certainly will.

We'll have that bid ready for
you day after tomorrow.

Thank you.

Won't we?

Sure we will if you'll show me
where the file is.

You're the Assistant Manager.
Go and find it!

I'll call Wallace Greenley
and apologize for you.

Looks like you're planning on
staying for a while.

I saw you last night.
What were you doing out there?

Betty asked me to
look after the place.

I think you were there
because you knew I was there.

I don't know you, lady.

Tell me you don't love me
but don't tell me

you don't even know me.
It's just not true.

My name is Curt Packer.
Born in a little town

not too far from here, and I've
never been outside Florida.

You have a little boy, you know.
I've told him all about you.

Why don't you just get out of
here and go back to Virginia?

How do you know
I'm from Virginia?

You know me, Curt.

You once told me
that you loved me,

and you promised
we'd build a life together.

You shared a bed with me
and then you abandoned me.

And what's even worse,
you abandoned your son.

Your own flesh and blood!

Mary Ellen. If I'd have
wanted you here

don't you think
I would have let you know?

Well, I'm here, Curt,
whether you like it or not.

And I think you owe me
an explanation.

I don't know
what got into Betty.

Going all the way to Virginia.

Just to make my life miserable
and yours, too.

-Where are you going?
-I came for a drink.

MARY ELLEN:
You mind if I join you?

I know you're not suppose to
begin until tomorrow,

but I thought perhaps you'd like
to get a headstart.

I'll start looking
at these tonight.

Aggression is one of the more
important aspects

of the real estate business.

More often, people are totally
unaware of their own needs.

Therefore, it is our duty to
enlighten them.

I'll try to remember that.

Now the Baldwins sisters
are a classic example.

They live in a house that is
entirely too large for them.

Once we convince them of that
they will be eternally grateful.

And we'll split
a big commission.

Oh, Erin, there is more involved
here than money.

I'd hate to be the one
to talk them into

selling that
wonderful old house.

But Miss Mamie and Miss Emily
are not getting any younger.

That house is ice-cold
in the winter

and the responsibility
of maintaining it

has become a burden to them.

All we need to do is to
relieve them of that burden.

But it's the only home
they've ever known.

Perhaps I overestimated
your ambition.

Oh, no. I want to be successful
at this. I really do.

Demonstrate it.
Be at the mercantile

the very first thing
in the morning.

And, Erin, be prepared
to talk the Baldwin sisters

into being sensible.

What can I get you?

A bottle of whiskey
and a couple of glasses.

-One glass.
-Fine. One glass.

If we're gonna talk
we might as well relax.

If you think you can relax,
go ahead.

Curt, you gotta understand,
I'm confused and hurt.

Still a nurse?

I'm studying to be a doctor.

Quit while you're ahead.

I thought I knew you better
than anybody in the world.

I guess I was wrong.

No.

(SIGHING) Thank you.

Alright.

The morning of the bombing...

(CURTIS SIGHS)

I was in my civilian clothes,
I was nowhere near the barracks.

There was a white flash.

And I don't remember anything
at all after that.

When I finally woke up
four months later

I was in a hospital.

I couldn't remember my own name.

You sure you don't want a drink?

Positive.

Well, the pieces finally started
falling back into place for me.

I remembered who I was,
and where I was from.

And I thought about you
and John Curtis,

but I knew you thought
I was dead

and as far as I was concerned,
that was for the best.

You've even given up medicine?

I don't want ever to have
anything to do with it again.

And what about John Curtis?

Don't you ever want to
have anything

to do with him again, either?

I picked up the phone
to call him.

A couple of times
even I let it ring once.

Elizabeth answered it, at least
I think it was Elizabeth.

I hung up.

What are you hiding from?

Please, I'm your wife!

-Get up!
-Curt, what is it?

Get up.
I'll take you to Betty's.

You can pack your things
and leave.

Get out of that chair
and get out to that truck!

Why don't you do
your arguing someplace else?

-Butt out of this.
-Alright, Curt.

I've had it with you.
You're trouble!

Just leave me alone!

The attic is also a good place
to check for structural defects.

Inspect carefully
for sag or rot in the rafters.

Signs of either could be an
indication of serious problems.

Did you get that, John Curtis?

(CHUCKLING) I don't think
he likes this part too much.

I vow and declare,
I've never seen him so quiet

for such a long stretch.

Perhaps I can interest you
in a loan application.

No? No loan application?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Evening, Erin.

(SIGHING) What do you want?

Help.

Jonesy! Come on in.

Thank you.

I thought you'd be out chumming
around with J.D. by now.

Yeah, are you busy?

I start work for Corabeth
tomorrow morning.

Erin, the reason I came by

was because of the McKenna
Tractor Company bid.

J.D's been pushing me
to get it ready.

And you can't get your mind off
rock formations so you want me

-to give you a pep talk?
-I need your help.

I don't work for Pickett Metal
anymore, remember?

I don't see anything
wrong with giving Jonesy

a hand if he needs it.

He said he could handle the job.

And it would be against my
conscience to interfere.

I can handle it if somebody
would just tell me what to do.

J.D. doesn't know the first
thing about his own company.

And you figured that out all by
yourself? Congratulations.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello? Yes, we will, Operator.

Mary Ellen?

(JONESY MOUTHING WORDS)

How is it going down there?

I don't know it's just good
to hear your voice.

ERIN: Are you alright?

No, I'm not. Curt's alive.

Then it was true.

There's something
very wrong with him.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

I wish there was.

Have you heard from Jonesy?

Uh, no, we haven't
heard from him.

But there's somebody else here
who wants to talk to you.

John Curtis,
say hi to your mama.

He'll be here in just a second.

Come here, say hi to your mama.

-Say hi.
-Say hi.

Hi, mama.

Oh, hi, John Curtis,
how's my little boy?

JOHN CURTIS: Fine.

Do you miss me?

He's not too talkative,
I'm back.

I have to stay here and I have
to get to the bottom of this.

-I think that's up to you.
-No, I don't think it is.

Thanks, Erin.
Say hello to everybody for me.

Alright. Bye-bye.

-JONESY: Is she alright?
-Mmm-hmm.

Well, now, let's just go
up to bed, John Curtis.

Curt's alive.
It wasn't a mistake.

(SIGHING) I never should
have stayed here.

I should have gone to California
like I planned.

Jonesy, I don't want you to lose
your job at Pickett's

so why don't you let me
take a look at that?

But promise me something,
don't leave town. Not yet.

(SIGHING)

I thought I got rid
of you yesterday.

You almost did till I talked
to a friend of yours.

-Who's that?
-Your son.

What am I supposed to tell him?

Tell him I'm dead.

Curt, we have got to talk.

-I'll be here when you get back.
-It's up to you.

You know me well enough
to know I won't give up

until I get some answers.

And you don't know me at all.

(SIGHING)

(DOOR OPENING)

And how is my fledgling real
estate agent this morning?

I'm fine, Corabeth.

I have taken the liberty
of compiling a list of reasons

why Miss Mamie and Miss Emily
should sell their house.

Now, I want you to refer
to it this morning

when you discuss it with them.
I would be along in 30 minutes

to make the kill.

The kill?

Finalize the agreement,
if that is more euphemistic.

I have been up since dawn
drawing up a contract

empowering me
to sell their house.

Now you run along
and prepare for my arrival.

Alright.

(DOOR OPENING)

Morning, Erin. Jonesy said
I could find you here.

Get away from me, J.D.!
I can't stand the sight of you.

I want you to come back
to work for me.

I'm about to lose
that Heartland deal.

You're the only one that knows
anything about it.

Forget it.

You'd only have to work
a couple of hours a day

and I'll pay you
your full salary.

No!

Erin, there's a lot
of money at stake here.

You could be my
First Assistant Manager again.

I wouldn't come back
to work for you

if you got down on
your knees and begged.

J.D. Pickett on his knees? Hah!

Mr. Pickett, please. My trainee
and I are in conference!

Get out, J.D.

After all I've done for you

then you turn around and stab me
in the back like this.

It's downright criminal!

Now run along, Erin,
and don't disappoint me.

(SIGHING) Whatever are we to do,
sister?

I wish I knew the answer.

Everything that Corabeth
has included

in that list is correct.

The house is old,
it's poorly ventilated.

We very nearly freeze to death
here in the winter.

And we are oblige
to devote most of our time

to cleaning the house.

Time we could better
use bird watching.

I'll simply perish
if I have to go to my grave

without having seeing
the Yellow-Billed Pickerel.

I think the Pickerel is a fish,
sister.

That may be but it doesn't
stop me from looking.

Ladies, Corabeth will be here
in a few minutes.

What would you like
me to tell her?

I don't know.

This is a very trying time
for us, Erin.

Perhaps if you read that section
again about the little cottage

beside a babbling brook.

"My dear ladies,
imagine if you will

"a quaint cottage
at the edge of a forest,

"a stream babbling nearby,
a warm fire licking the chimney

"and birds nesting
on the rooftops."

Corabeth does make it sound
inviting, sister.

But we would never feel Papa's
presence in any other house.

I do hope we'll be able to take
as many of this furnishings

as we possibly can.

Especially the portrait.

Sister, will Papa
ever forgive us?

Maybe Corabeth is wrong.

But the arguments you have
presented are most convincing.

MISS EMILY: And most
disheartening.

You can fix your heater.
And you can always get a maid.

But the age of the house.

According to Corabeth
it will collapse at any time.

Nothing like that is going
to happen, not for years.

Thank heavens!
I was beginning to despair.

The most foolish thing you
could do is sell this house.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(SIGHS)

That's Corabeth.
I'll let her in.

Sister

this is a very important
decision we have to make

and it can't be made hastily.

Erin is right, Mamie.
It would be foolish to sell.

We would never be happy
in any other house.

We'll just have
to disappoint Corabeth.

Corabeth, we have
some news for you.

You've decided
to sell your house.

On the contrary.
We were about to

but Erin told us it would be
a very foolish mistake.

(DOOR CLOSING)

What did you do all this for?

The Health Department would have
condemned the place if I hadn't.

I don't usually have
time to do housework.

Betty keeps it tidy for me.

Do you love Betty?

I told you I wasn't leaving
today until I got some answers.

I want them tonight.

I don't love you anymore,
Mary Ellen.

I do not love you.

Well, it's fast becoming mutual.

You've just about destroyed any
feelings I ever had for you.

Then what are you doing here?
Get on the bus.

Go back to Virginia.
Quit wasting my time!

-What about your son?
-I don't love him either.

Now, there's the door.
Go on and use it.

How can you sit there and not
even care about your son?

Leave!

The great warrior.

Killed at Pearl Harbor.
Decorated for heroism.

Reported in all the newspapers.
Just look at you now.

Come here,
I'll show you something.

I caught this fish
off the Florida Keys

a couple of years ago.

I was at war with it
for six hours.

When I got it on deck, it
thrashed around like a demon.

It's a great trophy.
But it's a lousy fish.

On the outside it looks the same
as it always did.

But inside it's empty
and lifeless.

What are you talking about?

Sit down.

The day I woke up
in that hospital bed

my back hurt like hell
and my legs were numb.

They didn't know
if I'd walk again.

But one thing they
did know for certain

I'd never be a man again
just as sure

as that fish will never swim.

I still don't understand.

Look, what do you want?
A medical explanation?

I'm a dead man!
I'm dead! I 'm dead!

I can never be a real husband,
Mary Ellen.

I can never father
another child.

I'm not a whole man,
and I'm never gonna be one.

Now, you go on home.
Forget you ever knew me.

It's not very nice for a cousin
to fire a cousin.

I don't know, I think Corabeth
would fire Ike if she could.

And sell the store.

Don't you think you're being
a little unfair with Corabeth?

-After all, it is her business.
-Whose side are you on, anyway?

Oh, Elizabeth, Ben's right.

What good does it
do to have salesmen

who talk people out
of selling their homes?

BEN: So, I guess it's time to
start looking for another job.

Or give up entirely.

Some fine assistant manager
you turned out to be!

-What's the matter, J.D.?
-Can't even do your own work.

You think I don't recognize the
handwriting on that McKenna bid?

It's Erin's. I asked
her to give me a hand.

I didn't hire you to
run off to Erin Walton

every time you got into trouble.

You went over to Corabeth's
looking for her

when you were in trouble.

I wouldn't have been if
I'd had an assistant manager

who knew his head
from his heels.

You of all people have no right
accusing me of incompetence.

Say, who do you think
is boss around here, anyway?

-She quit, remember?
-It is not lunchtime yet.

I'm getting out of this asylum

before I become
a permanent inmate.

How did she put up with?
She ought to be sainted.

You can't talk to me like that!

You want your salary on payday,
don't you?

Adios, J.D. Au revoir,
goodbye and good luck.

Sit down and finish this work!

Finish it yourself or call Erin.
Get her over here.

You need her, and you know it.

You're fired!

I'll be home about
5:00 tomorrow afternoon.

I gotta go, Elizabeth,
I'll see you then. Bye.

Hi.

He won't have anything
to do with me.

You know I spent the whole
time at my mother's

praying you could get
through to him.

Something happened to Curt
at Pearl Harbor

something that frightened
him very much.

He hid it from me
until last night.

Look, I figured
that out a long time ago.

But it doesn't matter to me,
Mary Ellen.

You were my last hope,
what am I gonna do?

(SIGHS)

It used to be
I could talk to him.

When he wasn't in
one of his moods

I felt so safe around him.

Like nothing could happen to me
as long as he was by my side.

I wish there was a way
to get through to him.

You see these windows?

He made these shutters for me.
He painted them and everything.

It took him the better part of
a week and I kept saying to him

"Why are you going
to all this trouble?"

And he just said, well,
he liked working with his hands.

Then when my father died,
he never left me.

We went all the way
to Raleigh together.

My family, they don't
have too much money

and Curt helped pay
for a proper funeral.

Without him I don't know
what I would have done.

He's different now.

I guess that's partly my fault.

One day I just up and said,
"Why don't we get married?"

He turned real sour and he said

"Don't you ever, ever say
anything like that again."

I didn't know it was
because he was already married.

It's alright.

Curt will never forgive me
for bringing you here.

-Where are you going?
-I'll be back.

(DOOR CLOSING)

What are you doing here?
You're supposed to be at work.

I quit. J.D.'s all yours, Erin.

(CHUCKLING) Oh, great!

It looks like neither one of us
did very well at our jobs.

At least I outlasted you.

I hope you don't expect
a medal for it.

-I'll settle for a free lunch.
-Okay.

You know, I've been doing
some pretty hard thinking.

I can't keep bouncing around
from one job to another

working for people like J.D.

Maybe it's time I tried
to find something permanent.

Like Boatwright?

Mary Ellen called.
She's coming home tomorrow.

Alone or with Curt?

Alone. She's been through a lot.

She's going to need you
to be here for her.

I came to say good-bye.
My bus leaves at three.

Good-bye.

I still have a few more hours.

I'm busy.

-Betty came home this morning.
-Sorry to hear it.

She's gotten a little too nosy
for me lately.

Are you just planning on
living out here all alone

with your fishing poles
and your trophies?

That's right.

I suppose a man like you can't
afford to have friends, anyway.

Say anything you like,
if it'll make you feel better.

(SIGHS)

There's a very
unhappy woman living

right down the road from here

who cares more about you
than you do about yourself.

She has done a lot of damage
for somebody who cares so much.

She loves you.
I think you love her.

You're a terrible matchmaker,
Mary Ellen.

You forgot what
I told you already?

There are other ways
to show tenderness.

Like putting shutters
on a window for someone.

Or helping someone you love
cope with grief.

A kiss. A touch. A smile.

(SIGHING)

Betty knows. She's known
for months.

Why'd you have to come
down here anyway?

Because I was crazy
enough to think

that if you were still alive

we could somehow makeup
for the four years we lost.

A part of me still loves you,
always will.

There's just no way we
can ever find our way

back to where we were.

I know.

I found someone else, Curt.

I may have lost him
by coming down here.

At least I know there's
a life out there for me

and I've got to get on with it.

Well, you came to say your
goodbyes, you said them.

(SIGHS)

You sure make a mean
tuna sandwich.

If you think that's good,
you should try my peanut butter

and dill pickle special.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(ERIN LAUGHS)

-Afternoon, Erin.
-Get up, J.D.

You're hired.

How many times do I have
to tell you, "No"?

Please?

You heard her,
she's not interested.

Erin, I need you.

You should have thought of that
before you forced me out.

I'll make you my vice president.

ERIN: Come on, J.D.

With your own nameplate
and everything.

I think I'll let you on
a little secret, J.D.

Calhoun Sheet Metal
has made Erin

an offer you would not believe.

I'll double your salary.

JONESY: Calhoun's a pretty big
operation.

They won't have any trouble
topping that.

I'll give you ten percent
of the profits.

Fifteen!

Besides that, I'll introduce you
to my cousin Y.W.

Is he anything like you?

Spitting image. What do you say?

I don't see how you can lose.

You get a boyfriend
and everything.

Alright, I'll take the job
under one condition.

Don't ever mention
your cousin Y.W. again, J.D.

Alright, it's a deal. Let's
go. We've got work to do.

I'll see you on Monday.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Thanks.

Let me know how things work out.

Thank you for coming down here,
Mary Ellen.

I couldn't let you get away
without giving you this first.

It's for John Curtis.
Give him my love, will you?

I'm sorry.

John Curtis will love this.

I'd like to take
him fishing some time.

-You know where to find us.
-Yeah.

Good-bye, Curt.

-Bye, Betty.
-Bye.

Got it. Hi, there!

(LAUGHS) Hi!

You're supposed
to be in California.

Well, I couldn't pass up
a chance to teach geology

at a fine university like
Boatwright, could I?

Oh, I'm glad.

Shall we go?

JOHN-BOY: Mary Ellen leaned
heavily on Jonesy for support

during those first few months
after her trip to Florida.

But her greatest source
of strength was John Curtis

the little boy she and Curt
had brought into the world

in the waning hours
of a simpler era.

MARY ELLEN: Good night,
John Curtis.

Good night, mama.