The Waltons (1971–1981): Season 5, Episode 21 - The Heartbreaker - full transcript

♪ When the shadows

♪ Of this life are gone ♪

Uh, Fanny Tatum gave me a
very interesting piece of information

regarding Curt's
younger sister, Vanessa,

and your Jason.

Jason, you're so sweet.

And this place is so lovely.

So peaceful.

On Walton's Mountain, the
marriage vows once pledged

usually remained enforced
until the contract was ended

by the death of
one of the partners.



Divorce was a taboo
word spoken in whispers.

And then one day a young
woman who had left her husband

appeared on the mountain with serious
consequences for my brother, Jason.

Now, you send me a postcard
from your travels, now, you hear?

Well, I'd love to, ma'am,

except I don't
have your address.

Well, I have yours,
so I can write to you.

Hi, honey. CURT: Hi.

Oh, nice to see you.

Good to see you. You look fine.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, Vanessa, the Waltons.

Oh, now which one did you marry?

This one.



How do you do?

You did real fine
for yourself, honey.

And married life
seems to with you.

You never looked
better in your entire life.

Where's Taylor?

Oh, I didn't bring him along.

No, I have left that man.

Curt, honey, I just
couldn't take it no more.

I pity Taylor, stuck back
there in the cold and the mud.

I gave him a chance.

I said "Come on, sugar, let's find us
a new world and make us a new life."

And he just couldn't
bring himself to leave.

But I had to.

What did Taylor say about that?

Well, he said he
wouldn't stand in my way.

I tried to explain to him that I
just couldn't live out my whole life

and die in that
little, old gray town.

You know how lively I am

and love everything
bright and full of color.

Which way do we go, sugar?

Oh, right over there.

I just felt 100% better

the minute I left that gritty,
grimy, little, old coal town.

Mary Ellen, it must
be crazy there.

You must get awfully busy.

Oh.

Oh!

Flowers.

Bet you did some scrubbing,
didn't you, Mary Ellen?

I did do some cleaning.

I remember the first
time I had company,

when Taylor's
mama came to visit,

I pretty nearly ironed
the pages of the Bible.

What can we do with
these suitcases, Curt?

Put 'em in the bedroom.

Ain't this the prettiest
little house you ever saw?

Mary Ellen, you sure have
done a nice job of fixing it up.

Well, thank you.

Honey, why don't you
let us get you settled in,

unpacked and everything.

Mary Ellen and I have a couple
of patients we just got to see.

Oh, well now that's
all right, honey.

You go on and do
what you have to do.

I can take care of myself,
you know. I'm pretty good at it.

I'm just glad to be
here in all this greenery,

breathing all this
nice, fine country air.

Well, I'm sorry we have
to leave. See you later.

It's all right.

Come by and visit
us. See you later.

Bye-bye. Honey,
I'll take my guitar.

Goodbye. JIM-BOB: Bye.

Hey, John-Boy, are those
population figures for the county right?

Yeah, they're the latest
government figures.

Then why is the circulation of
The Chronicle so much less?

Well, Ben, the figures
represent total population.

Now, total population
means babies and little kids.

There's no reason for a family
to buy more than one newspaper.

Well, if you divide the
entire number by five,

which is what you say the size of
the average family is around here...

Why, where'd you get that idea?

That was from your article.

Hmm.

John-Boy, even then the circulation
is so much less than the number.

Well, Ben, I guess everybody
doesn't like to read the newspapers.

And you know why?

'Cause everyone already knows
what's going on around here.

You gotta give people
something interesting.

Come on, just go ahead...
You have to entertain them.

What do you mean,
"entertain people"?

This is a newspaper, Ben.

Why don't you do
something for me?

Why don't you start
writing short stories

for people who want something
more than just the news?

I don't have time
to write short stories.

I got a newspaper to
run. I got a novel to write.

Well, why don't you
use part of your novel?

What do you mean?

You mean, prints parts of
the novel in the newspaper?

Well, that's what I said.

Just for entertainment.

Huh.

Of all spring vegetables,

I favor mustard and
turnip greens the most.

Give me a scallion.
These are for Mary Ellen.

I know.

Bye, everybody.

Where are you going? To work.

Will you take these and drop them
off at Mary Ellen's on your way?

Sure, Mama. See you all later.

See you. Bye.

Hey, Jason. Ben.

Hey, Grandpa, you're about
to be immortalized in print.

How is that?

Well, John-Boy is gonna start
printing excerpts from his novel

in The Chronicle.
Congratulations, Pa

Well, now, I think he's
made an excellent choice.

It'll be the first time we get
to see any part of that novel.

Now, what's it about?

Well, I guess it's about you.

One of your exploits.

Hmm, I wonder which
exploit it could be.

About the time the bear
chased me down the mountain?

Or maybe the time that I saved Yancy
from being swallowed by that catfish.

Grandpa.

Mary Ellen?

Mary Ellen?

Hello? Come on in.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Who are you?

I'm Jason Walton.

Mary Ellen's brother.

Another Walton? Mmm-hmm.

How many of y'all are there?

Eleven.

Children?

No. No, there's...
there's seven children.

And then there's Mama and
Daddy and Grandma and Grandpa.

Sure is a house full.

Mmm-hmm.

Are you Vanessa?

That's right.

Well, I came by
to drop these off.

Oh, we are very much obliged.

Curt and Mary Ellen had
some errands to make.

But I've been having
myself a fine old time.

Thought I'd catch up on
some of the local news,

and I read
something called the...

Called The Blue Ridge
Chronicle from cover to cover.

And when I was all through,

I found out it was
three weeks old.

Then you're all caught up.

There are a lot more happenings
around here than where I come from.

Um... Was that you
playing the guitar?

I heard somebody
playing as I was walking up.

I was just practicing
a few chords.

I'm a singer.

Well, I'm gonna be, anyway.

And if you want
something bad enough,

you're bound to get it.

That's what I think anyway.

See, now, if you just
look on the bright side,

and know it's gonna come true...

That's what I do.

You just might be right.

Uh, it's getting kind of late.

I have to be getting to work.

What you do, sugar?

Well, I play guitar and piano

at a little roadhouse
on Route 39.

A place called the Dew Drop Inn.

You do?

Well, I think that's
a real fine ambition.

And you have achieved it.

Well, you must be
real proud of yourself.

I am.

You ought to stop by sometime.

Oh, I'd like that.

I'm just crazy about good music.

Well, good.

Remember, the Dew Drop Inn.

Bye.

Bye. And you come.

Bye. And I will.

All right.

See you there.

Bye.

Bye.

The Dew Drop Inn.

Come in.

It's me, Grandpa.

Oh, come on along.

What you doing?

Oh, spring planting
time, you know.

Seeds and my old catalog.

I like these.

Ah, it's a little too
early to plant them.

Zinnias and morning glories.

We can plant these, though.

Nasturtiums.

Can I ask you a question?

Well, sure, why not?

See, it's about
Vanessa, Curt's sister.

Vanessa, yes.

Vanessa and her
husband are separated.

Mmm-hmm.

But Vanessa's happy. Mmm-hmm.

How can that be?

Well, now, that's a
hard question to answer.

Yeah.

You know, when Daddy
was away working,

Mama wasn't happy
'cause they were separated.

That's true.

And now Grandma's
away at the hospital,

and you aren't happy
'cause you're separated.

No, indeedy.

It's hard to be cheerful.

Especially come nightfall.

You know, I don't
think separation

is a particularly happy word.

That Vanessa, she
may appear to be happy

and rosy and everything,

but underneath I think
she feels real hurt.

Let's not you and me
ever get separated.

Never.

Never, never,
never, never, never.

Tell me a story.

Oh, well, I cocked
this trap and I put...

Now, don't you tell me that...

Here you are, boys.

Thelma? Uh-huh?

You wouldn't dance with
me. Who said I wouldn't?

Well, let's go.

Hi. Hi.

That was nice piano
playing. I truly enjoyed that.

Thank you.

Can you stay and sit down?

Sure. Okay.

Want some popcorn?

Thank you, honey.
See you later, here?

My pleasure. Mine, too.

Oh, that was good music, Jason.

Such good dancing music.

Thelma, I want you
to meet Vanessa.

This is Curt Willard's sister.

Vanessa. Curt's sister. How do.

What can I get you all?

I'll have a beer, please.

A beer? Are you old
enough to have a beer?

Thelma, I've been married
longer than I can remember.

Oh, well, and I suppose
you would like your ginger...

I'll have my usual.

Your usual. Okay.

Where did you learn how
to play music like that?

Oh, I taught myself some.

Had piano lessons for a while.

Right now I go to the
Kleinberg Conservatory of Music.

I do envy you, going to a
real music conservatory.

Oh, there's so
much I need to learn.

I wish I knew just a little
more about playing the guitar

so I could play
along with my singing.

I could help you with
some chords if you wanted.

You could? Sure.

Oh, I truly would appreciate
an act of kindness like that.

Here you are. Thank you.

Uh, I heard you were coming,

but nobody mentioned
the reason for your visit.

I have left my husband.

I have left the town where
I was born and grew up.

I wanna do
something with my life.

So do I.

You already are doing
something just wonderful.

To music.

To music.

Whoa, whoa, careful.

Do you bring all
your girls here?

No.

This is where I come when I
wanna be completely alone.

I've never shown it to anybody.

I'm flattered.

This spot has helped
me a lot with my music.

To be good at
something like singing,

you have to be willing
to try different things

to explore what you can do.

You have to be
willing to be terrible.

Jason, you're so sweet.

And this place is so lovely.

So peaceful.

♪ Morning, when
this life is over

♪ I'll ♪ I'll ♪ Fly
away ♪ Fly away

♪ To a land on

♪ God's celestial shore
♪ God's celestial shore

♪ I'll fly away ♪

What's next? You might fall.

Um... Uh, "When the shadows."

♪ When the shadows
♪ Of this life are gone

♪ I'll fly away ♪
In the morning ♪

That's right.

♪ When I die,
hallelujah, by and by

♪ I'll fly away

♪ I'll fly away, oh, glory

♪ I'll fly away in the morning

♪ When I die,
hallelujah, by and by

♪ I'll fly away

♪ Just a few more
weary days and then

♪ I'll fly away

♪ To a land where
joys will never end

♪ I'll fly away ♪
I'll fly away, oh, glory

♪ I'll fly away in the morning

♪ When I die,
hallelujah, by and by

♪ I'll fly away ♪ I'll fly away

Yes. ♪ I'll fly away ♪

Didn't I tell you she was good?

Honey, you're
terrific. Oh, my darling.

You are terrific, honey.

You work here every
weekend, will you?

You mean it? Oh,
you're just wonderful.

Oh, thank you.

I just love looking
at all those stars.

Thousands and millions of them.

Back home you're lucky if
you can see the porch light.

Yeah, I remember.

You sure have found
yourself a beautiful spot here.

Curt?

I really have
enjoyed being here.

Honey, I've really
enjoyed having you around.

So has Mary Ellen.

But we're not the only ones.

I kind of think Jason likes
having you around, too.

He's such a talented man.

Funny.

And gentle.

Whatever is between you two

could turn into a pretty
serious thing for him.

It might turn into a pretty
serious thing for me, too.

Maybe you ought
to think about that.

Think what?

You really think you could
be satisfied in a place like this?

Curt, you have your
whole life cut out for you.

A new wife, a house,
your medical practice.

A job doing what
you really wanna do.

But I'm just starting out.

Do you really know
anything about me?

Well, I think I do.

You know, I can sing.

And when I get fixed
up, I'm not bad looking.

Maybe life didn't give me
all the nice things it gave you,

but I sure know
how to take them.

Hey, Elizabeth, why don't we
play hooky from school today.

That's fine with me.

School.

Did you put apples
in here? Yes, I did.

Bye. Be good.

Okay.

No books.

Jim-Bob, you took
the wrong book.

You're not going to class today?

I have to miss it.

Can we talk?

I'm not gonna tell
you what to do.

All right.

I just want you to
think about what...

Go on, we're
having a private talk.

I just want you to think
about what you're doing.

What am I doing?

You're getting yourself
involved with a married woman.

She left her husband.

She is still married to him.

Mama,

you'd never accept
anything that wasn't marriage

and home and children
and church every Sunday.

Jason, what's bothering
me about you and Vanessa

is her taking her
marriage vows so lightly.

Taking people lightly.
That can't be right.

Well, isn't that
what you're doing?

You're taking us lightly.

You're taking our feelings for
each other lightly just because...

Because on a piece of paper
somewhere it says she's married.

Jason...

All I ask is that you
go slow with this girl.

Vanessa is not a girl.

She's a woman.

And she's taught me that sometimes
you can't take things too slowly

or your whole life
will get away from you.

I thought we could only
get to your spot by water.

This is another way.

You shouldn't have missed
your composition class.

But I'm glad you did.

I had to.

Our assignment was
to write a short piece

in the style of Johann
Sebastian Bach.

I don't think my teacher
would have accepted this.

I had it in my head last night,

so I just had to work on it.

It's called Vanessa's Song.

♪ There's a place
♪ Up in the mountains

♪ Where I go to be alone

♪ And I bring you
here ♪ My darling

♪ To share my love
♪ With you alone

♪ Red birds flying
through the valley

♪ Crickets singing in the dew

♪ Rivers rolling
through the valley

♪ They all know my love for you

♪ They all know
my love for you ♪

I have never been so
honored in my entire life.

I'm glad I found you.

Vanessa's a married woman.

It could be you're
worried about something

before there's
any need to worry.

It's getting close to home.

Jason's taken with
her. You can see that.

Taken with and tied up with,

there's some difference.

One can lead to the other.

♪ There's a place
up in the mountains

♪ Where I go to be alone

♪ And I bring you
here, my darling

♪ To share my live
with you alone ♪

Where's my Thelma?

Oh, my gosh. Country Joe Martin.

Hi, darling.

Hi, darling. I've been saying
it's gonna be about time

old Country Joe Martin
to come around here.

Yeah, I want you to meet my new
manager of the band, Lou Rhymer.

How you doing, honey? Nice to
meet you. Heard a lot about you.

How'd you get tied up with
such a trashy fellow as this?

Just lucky I guess.

Thelma, I thought you
were in love with me.

Well, I am in love with you,

but I just get tired of
waiting in line, that's all.

You're gonna give Lou, here, the
wrong impression of me, Thelma.

You're gonna get the
wrong impression of me,

if I don't ask you
to have a drink.

Sit down, here. JOE:
Two beers, Thelma.

Two beers. You
got it. Two beers.

Thelma, bring me another beer.

Okay, okay.

Say, didn't I see you down at
the Colonial Theatre in Norfolk?

Yeah, we played that.

Me and my band hit
most of the big cities.

We did two weeks in Chicago.

Where are you boys headed now?

The big time.

Yeah, well, this tour here
will end up in Nashville.

We're gonna do some
music at the Grand Ole Opry.

Grand Ole Opry! Yeah.

Hey, little darling,
don't let me stop you.

Come on, let's get on with it.

Yeah!

Hey, hey!

Come on!

♪ There's a place
up in the mountains

♪ Where I go to be alone
Pretty interesting little lady.

Oh, she's... she's real
interesting. You bet.

♪ You here, my darling

♪ To share my
love with you alone ♪

Yeah!

Come on, come on.
Sit down here with us.

Come on, you sit down
here with us. Come on.

Lou, go get her. Go
get her down here.

Come on, you two. Come on.

Come on.

Here, let me help
you off the stage.

Sit right down there.

Vanessa, I want you to meet
the famous Country Joe Martin.

Right there.

How do you do?

Nice to meet you, little girl.

This is Jason.

Nice to meet you, Jason.
Pleasure to meet you.

And that's his
manager, there. Mr...

Lou Rhymer. Glad to
meet you. You're real cute.

You're good, kid.
Nice to meet you.

Right, right.

Did I hear you say
you were going on tour?

We received a warm
reception everywhere we went.

Just played Richmond.
Had a sell-out crowd.

Sure did, sure did.

Country Joe. Yeah, yeah.

Oh, wow.

Jason Walton, I feel like
I'm living in a dream world.

Oh.

Wasn't tonight the most exciting
night of your whole entire life?

No.

An afternoon not too
long ago in our spot

was the most
exciting day of my life.

Oh, Jason, you're so sweet,

but I didn't mean that.

Wasn't I just terrific
on Vanessa's Song?

Oh, Lord, I love that song.

You were terrific.

I just knew I was gonna be.

I just had this feeling it
was gonna come out right.

And Joe seemed to like it.

I'm sure he did.

You really think so? Maybe
he was just being generous.

No, I think he really like it.

Oh, he did, he did.

I just know he did.

Oh.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow.

The usual time to
work on our music.

Right.

Usual time.

Good night, Jason.

Good night.

Come on, we've got
grass right over here.

There you go.

Here you go. Here you go.

Do you wish you
ate grass, honey?

I was kind of wondering,

do you think Myrtle
ever gets lonesome

because she doesn't
have another goat with her?

I don't know. I never
heard of a lonesome goat.

Maybe it's better that she
doesn't have a husband.

That way they'll never
have to be separated.

You know, I practically
taught John-Boy how to write.

He teach you how to shoot pool?

Well, he was
just a little shaver,

I used to sit around
the kitchen table

and show him how
to make his letters

before he even knew
how to say the words.

It's your shot,
Zeb. I know that.

Do you know if John-Boy's gonna
be one of them fiction writers?

Mmm-hmm.

Selling make-up
stories and stuff?

That's right.

Looks to me like he's
got the right teacher.

He got you there, Zeb.

John-Boy is writing
an autobiography

which means it is
bound to be the truth.

Your shot, Zeb.

Yes, I know that. I'm
playing. Quiet, will you?

Are you sure?

Why, I am simply appalled.

You just buy the paper tomorrow
morning and you'll find out.

Don't be such a cheapskate.

Fanny, I can't talk now. I'm
gonna have to call you back.

John-Boy always did have a
good head on his shoulders.

Still your shot, Zeb.

I know it's...

In those days, John-Boy
would sit around

and listen to my stories.

Nowadays, all I get is someone
trying to interfere with my game.

Excuse me.

Uh, Fanny Tatum gave me a
very interesting piece of information

regarding Curt's
younger sister, Vanessa,

and your Jason.

Uh, now it's my shot.

Morning, Jason. Morning.

Vanessa inside?

She's not here right now.

Oh.

We were supposed to
practice our music this morning.

I reckon I'll just wait.

How come you're not in school?

Well, this is more important.

Well, I'm gonna be my
usual blunt self, Jason.

And...

I'm gonna risk hurting
somebody I think a whole lot of.

I know my sister,

and I think you ought to
know what you're taking on.

Well, I know her, too.

You have to understand
what she's been through.

Don't get me wrong,
Jason. I... I love my sister.

I love her for all the
wonderful things she is,

but you have to remember
with Taylor and Vanessa,

all we've heard
is her side of it.

That's all I have to hear.

Taylor has a side, too.

Vanessa is not an easy person.

She's, um... She's restless.

And she's full of discontent,

she always has been.

But I love her spirit.

The way she wants to
make something of her life.

I'm just telling
you the way I feel.

If you're telling me not
to fall in love with her,

you're too late.

See you later, Jason.

The whole world seems to
know about Jason and that girl.

Now, Liv. You know the
way Corabeth goes on.

I can't believe how
small-minded some people are.

Honey, it's not like you to pay
attention to what other people are saying.

I guess I can understand
why they feel the way they do.

And what's bothering me
is I feel about the same.

Jason!

Thanks for the ride, sugar.

Vanessa.

What are you doing here, Jason?

You were over an hour late.

I missed school to come see you.

Well, I had to go into town to pick up
some things for Curt and Mary Ellen.

They've been so nice to me.

The least I could do was
carry my weight by helping out.

You could have gotten
the things at Ike's.

Well, I didn't.

We had an arrangement.

Jason, you don't own me.

I am not your personal property.

I have a good mind, then,
not to come back this afternoon

to help you with your music.

Well, why don't you just forget
about this afternoon, then?

All right, this
afternoon is canceled.

There are other things I
can be doing with my time.

Listen, I sure wanna thank you

for helping me deliver
these papers today.

Old Ben was falling-down tired.

I found myself with
a free afternoon.

Might as well
put it to good use.

Yeah.

So this is the Grandpa edition?

That's it.

It starts off real good.

Thank you. Thank you.

You're a good writer,
but you're a rotten driver.

I didn't build the road.

Okay, I tell you what.

Why don't you put a couple
dozen in the hotel newsstand

and then a couple dozen
right up there. See that stand?

All right. I'll meet
you around the block.

All right. Thank you.

Yes, little darling, I
remember those lonely nights

and roadhouses and
bands not being paid.

Tough saloons and going hungry.

I know what you're
going through.

It's not gonna be forever.

You don't have to
worry about nothing.

Everywhere in this lonely town,

your guitar string
broken, no money, lonely.

Oh, here it is.

"Grandfather and the Intruders.

"Chapter from a novel.

"He was a solidly built man,

"and you could see
by the lines of his face

"what a handsome figure
he must have cut in his youth."

Boy.

"He prepared to take
life at an even pace

"but he could be aroused

"when his family or his
beloved forest were threatened,

"relying on vast resources

"of vulpine cunning, which..."

Vulpine? What does that mean?

Where would John-Boy
get a word like that?

Well, you know how he's
always increasing his vocabulary.

Well, here's a dictionary.
I'll just look it up.

M, V, V, V-O, V-O.

Vul... Vulpine!

"Of a fox.

"Crafty.

"Machiavellian."

Machiavellian? ERIN: Oh,
I know what that means.

What does it mean?

Well, to be sort of...

Well, I have heard of it.

M-A... M-A... "Machiavellian."

"Double-dealing.

"Duplicitous."

Duplic... D...
D-O... D-U... D-U...

Duplic... "Duplicitous.

"Double-dealing, conniving,

"deceitful."

Well, I don't have
to look that one up.

John-Boy is calling me a liar.

Right here in print.

To the whole world.

To Ep Bridges, Corabeth,

to Ike, to the Baldwin
sisters, to Zack.

Fordwicks. Esther.

Grandpa.

Grandpa, John-Boy would
never do a thing like that.

He has.

And in print.

Jason.

You got troubles, have you, son?

Yeah.

I guess I expected it.

Your mother and me have
been kind of worried about you,

she being a married
woman and all.

The fact that she was married
had nothing to do with it.

I think maybe it does, son.

You figure she's on the run.

Maybe something
you should have known.

She's bound and
determined to get someplace.

We had something

very real and
special between us.

Jason, remember the
time you were a little fellow,

you found a mallard
duck down by the pond?

You fed it and tamed it,
you thought she was yours?

And one day that flock of ducks
came over, and she flew away.

Well, it's as natural for her to fly
away as for you to want her to stay.

Daddy, I love Vanessa.

I know, son.

I have never been so
insulted in my entire life.

Insulted. What do
you mean, insulted?

To have my own
grandson call me a liar

but more than that,
to do it in public print.

I am deeply... What a
minute. I never called you a liar.

Oh, yes, you did. I
most certainly did not.

It says so right here
in the paper. Where?

Right here. Where
did I call you a liar?

You call me a vulpine. Vulpine.

"The cunning of a vulpine."

Where did you ever get the idea
that I was underhanded and deceitful?

It doesn't mean that. Oh, yes
it does. It says so right here...

All right, in one sense
it means that, yeah.

But that's not the way I
meant it... In the dictionary.

I meant it in a different sense
entirely. Scheming and lying...

There's another
word for it, Grandpa.

Smart. Smart.

Did you read the story?

No, I quit. All right.

I did not want to be
insulted any further.

All right. Volpus in Latin
means fox, all right? Yeah.

Vulpine means foxy.

I mean, I admit it, it
can mean deceitful, yes.

But it implies intelligence.
Very definitely, intelligence.

Don't sound like
the same thing to me.

Do you remember the time
that that rival lumber company

started cutting timber
up on the mountain?

And we got into a race with them to
see who could finish that contract first?

And you fooled 'em.
You remember that?

You fooled 'em into taking
their lumber downstream.

Yes, I got 'em stuck on a raft.

We sure outfoxed 'em.

Yes. You outfoxed 'em.

Vulpine. Foxy.

But you outfoxed 'em
not by lying to them,

but by tricking them
up with their own greed.

Now, Grandpa, you have
a quality that we all admire.

Everyone around here admires it.

I do as well as everyone else.

You have a quality
of natural shrewdness.

Cunning. Natural intelligence.

That's all right.

If I've offended you,
I'm terribly sorry.

The last thing in the world I
intended to do was offend you.

And if you'd like to,
you just say the word,

and I will strike that
phrase from the novel

if and when it ever
gets published.

Now...

Now, John-Boy, the way
you put it sounds pretty good.

Vulpine.

Foxy.

Foxy.

No, I don't think I'd have you
change a word of it, John-Boy.

Good.

If you need any help with
the bed, just give me a call.

♪ Now when elevator boy

♪ Gets to close the door

♪ And you go
tumbling down the shaft

♪ About 27 floors

♪ When you reach the bottom

♪ And you're lying there inert

♪ Some fool is sure to ask you

♪ Buddy, are you hurt?

♪ Foolish questions
♪ Your answer is I know

♪ No, I was in a hurry

♪ The elevator's too darn slow

♪ Foolish questions Jason?

♪ What is there to say?

♪ Foolish questions... ♪

Jason, won't you talk to me?

I apologize about this morning.

I was being cranky, I guess.

I saw you today.
Going into that hotel.

Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry.

So am I.

Oh, Jason, I didn't
mean to hurt you.

I'm sorry. Oh, I'm sorry
we even ever met, now.

Well, let's just say we didn't.

Well, if that's the
way you want it.

Oh, I wish you would understand.

I have to do what I'm doing.

I... I came here to say goodbye.

I'm going to Nashville.

I'm gonna be singing
with Joe Martin's band.

I get it.

Now, it's not that simple.

I love you, Jason
Walton, and I still do.

I think you're the finest,

kindest person I've ever met.

And I hate what I'm doing,

but I can't help myself.

'Cause...

'Cause I'm so frightened
about getting somewhere.

Or not doing
something with my life.

If I didn't, I'd just suffocate.

And the thought of that
suffocating life just terrifies me.

Your life would terrify me.

Well, I'm not saying it's great.

It's just what I have to do.

Jason.

If you really love me,

can't you accept me as I am?

Can't you even try?

Not right now.

I wouldn't ask you
to wish me good luck.

Good luck.

At 20, it's hard to believe
that time heals most pain.

Even that of a
badly wounded heart.

But time did work its wonders
and as each day passed,

the hurt in Jason's eyes
showed less and less.

Until finally it
wasn't there at all.

- Good night, Mama.
- Good night, Elizabeth.

Night, Erin.

Erin asleep already?

No, I was just thinking.

About what? Jason.

About what a fool he is.

All right, that's enough.
Now, go to sleep.

I guess I have to admit,

I was kind of naive.

I'll have to teach you
how to be more vulpine.

Come on, everybody.
Let's go to sleep.