The Waltons (1971–1981): Season 7, Episode 2 - The Calling - full transcript

The Baldwin place?

We seem to have come too
far, or perhaps not far enough.

If you will proceed in a westerly
direction exactly three-quarters of a mile,

you will come across
the Baldwin house.

It is a late 18th century
Georgian mansion.

You've been most
helpful. Thank you.

Sisters, I'm Reverend Buchanan.
I'd be happy to show you the way.

You're a good Samaritan. Thank
you. Come, Sister Theresa. Thank you.

Why are they dressed so funny?

Because they are nuns.

Catholic nuns.



And I suspect that
they are here in pursuit

of that child staying
at the Baldwins'.

Maybe I'd better go tell Jim-Bob.
He may wanna rescue her!

Our years of containment
as a family unit

were growing to a close in 1941.

Everywhere there
was a new mobility.

New and different people found
their way to Walton's Mountain

to touch and shape
the lives of our family,

bringing customs and
beliefs that were foreign to us.

One such encounter
had a special meaning

for my brother, Jim-Bob.

Working all night makes you
kind of tired, doesn't it, Son?

I didn't work all night.

Heard the saw late last night
and then first thing this morning.



You've said it plenty of times,
Daddy, an order doesn't fill itself.

How long before you can get that
order for the new desk to Camp Lee?

I can get started anytime.
Finishing's the problem.

I know Jason hasn't got much
free time, but how about Jim-Bob?

Well, he shows up sometimes.
I don't know, it's just not for him.

Give him an engine to work on or
short-waves, anything but mill work.

Mill work's what we've got, Son,

and I sure don't have much time.

Looks like you got two
jobs cut out for yourself.

What are you talking about?

Cutting that lumber and finding
someone to help you do it.

Find someone?

Hire someone.

Well, I don't know
how to do that.

Yes, you do. It's easy.

Just look around and find
someone who isn't like Jim-Bob.

Oh, I can't believe
I'm really here.

Is it as you remember
it, Mary Frances?

Oh, I believe it's more
beautiful, Cousin Emily.

You'll have the same room
you had eight years ago.

That looks to that
lovely mountain.

Where the Waltons live.

They're both still here,
the family and the mountain.

I'm so grateful
you let me visit.

Oh, look!

What is it, dear?

Someone's flying a kite, see?

It looks so high and free.

Someone's holding that string.

Even a kite needs a
mooring, or it has no purpose.

We all need a purpose.

To be sure.

To be sure.

Oh, no.

Corabeth has these
squares. She calls them,

well, leftovers, you know.

The word has two sounds...

Oh, it'll come to me.

Anyhow, I'm about the only
person who can use them.

- They don't cost much... "Remnants"!
- Oh.

Speaking of remnants,
don't you hurt?

Not very much.
Grandma, you got any silk?

Hmm?

This is cotton.
Besides, it's mine.

Well, silk's best
for me, anyway.

Yeah, this is real nice,
Grandma. You got any more?

Oh, yes.

I could make a really big kite out of
this, or maybe even a couple smaller ones.

Kites? Kites?

What else am I gonna
use silk for, Grandma?

- Come on. Go on.
- Kite.

Come on.

I'm so glad you came!

You like my new skirt?

Why, I believe it is a skirt.

Why, and it's brand new.

You can see that.

I made it myself. All I
have to do is put in the hem.

Well, how clever of you.

We were hoping to find your
mother at home, Elizabeth.

We'd like to talk
to her, privately.

Sure, she's right inside.

She's fixing up an old chair of
Grandpa's for Grandma to use.

By the way, Elizabeth, I'm certain
we can find some material at home,

if you want to sew
something else.

Sure, that'd be great.

Sure.

- Mama, the Baldwin sisters are here.
- Oh.

- Thank you, Elizabeth.
- Hello, ladies.

Miss Emily, if any of that material
is silk, Jim-Bob could use it.

Oh, good.

Here, won't you sit down?

Thank you.

What's Elizabeth talking about?

I really don't know.

Oh, I do, Sister.

She and Jim-Bob are making
skirts, and he prefers silk.

I think you must be confused
with what Elizabeth said.

That's exactly what's wrong,

Sister and I don't know
how to talk to young people.

Of course, she didn't come here
to talk, she came here to think.

And that's worried me
from the very beginning.

Perhaps if we'd had
children of our own.

Sister, Papa would never
have permitted such a thing!

You told me Mary Frances was
coming. I gather she's arrived.

She had written that she wanted
to come here to do some thinking.

What we want to know, Olivia,

is what do you think a
17-year-old girl thinks about?

Mary Ellen thought
about baseball.

Erin went from rabbits
and fawns to young men.

Mary Frances, I
don't know about.

Well, she walks
a very great deal.

And thinks.

I remember a quiet
girl, very pretty.

She seems so lonely.

We were wondering if
some of your children

could become
acquainted with her again.

Young people have a
way of finding each other.

- I'd like to see her again, too.
- Oh.

That could be arranged.

Yes.

Are you nesting up there?

I'm trying to rescue this kite.

That's my kite, you know.

Not if I climb up and
get it. You abandoned it.

You're gonna get stuck anyway.

That's where you're
wrong. I already am.

You're kidding?

Oh, I'd like to be.

Don't look down. I'll help you.

Do hurry, please.

That's the trouble
with girls climbing trees.

They get so far and
then they chicken out.

They can't go any higher
and they can't come down.

I've climbed lots of trees.

This one just didn't look
so high from down there.

Stay where you are and
don't try anything funny.

Is there anything
funny about this at all?

Just take it slow and move
your leg over to this branch.

Is that better?

Yes, thank you.

Maybe we can rescue it together.

It looks like a
lovely captured bird.

Except it's got four wings.

Well, it had four wings.

I'm sorry.

That's all right. It really is.

It's all right.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Looks like you're
obliged to me now.

I'm Beau Pauley.

Well, Ben Walton.

That much the man told me.

What he said was, "Ben
Walton's looking to hire someone."

- You do mill work?
- Sure do.

Your mill's near here?

It's about five miles up the road.
Well, where you've been working?

Oh, around. How big's your crew?

Full-time, I got myself.

I'm looking for a good man.

You're looking at the best.

We'd be working side by side,

so it's important that
we get along together.

Ben Walton, you need
me and I need this job.

We're gonna get along fine.

Climb aboard.

Oh, please, don't go.

Aren't you Mrs. Walton?

And you're Mary Frances.

I remember you very well.

I'm gonna dig some
ferns. You wanna help?

Oh, yes, if I can.

It's not hard. You just have to be
sure you get enough soil. Here you go.

Maybe I could bring some to
Cousin Mamie and Cousin Emily.

They're real pleased
to have you here.

The Mountain is a good
place to think things through.

How'd you know that's what
I'm doing, or trying to do?

Just a guess, and I do
have three daughters.

Do you pray, Mrs. Walton?

I sure do.

The best way I
know to find answers.

Do you always get an answer?

In God's time, I do.

In God's time.

I'm so glad you said that.

Sister Scholastica says I
have a gift for impatience.

That when I think I know I want
something, I want it immediately.

That's not unusual
for a young person.

Sister Scholastica?

She's a nun at the convent.

How can I learn
patience, Mrs. Walton?

You've come to the wrong person.

Patience is something
I haven't got time for.

You don't seem to be impatient.

The way I see it, impatience means
that you care about someone or something.

And you should see how much I care
when Jim-Bob forgets to empty the trash!

Ma, Livie thought you'd like to have
Grandpa's chair out here on the porch.

I thought it'd be nice for
watching fireflies after supper.

The cushions make it seem
like new, don't they, Ma?

How about some tea?

Anything I can do for you, Ma?

Grandma and I are gonna have a cup
of tea to celebrate finishing that chair.

It'll make sitting on the
porch a real pleasure for her.

Maybe after a while she'll be
able to forget it was Grandpa's.

Why should she forget?

She's sleeping in
their room, in their bed.

They were so close. And going in
that room, night after night, alone.

It's hard enough for me with
Curt just away in the Army.

She doesn't go in that
room alone. Not that room.

What do you think,
short stop or first base?

A catcher. He takes in
anything I throw at him.

Do you smell something?

I'll bet Elizabeth's bought some
of that cheap perfume, again.

What's the matter
with everybody?

What's going on up there?

I don't know, but it's not me.

If I went to class smelling like
that, they'd kick me out of school.

I'm going to the library.

I'm going to the
library, Grandma.

The library.

Must be some librarian.

Well, hello there.

Has the mail come, Mr. Godsey?

Yeah, Corabeth is
in there sorting it now.

Okay, I won't be long.

Well, she sure is
pretty, isn't she?

Just about three gallons, Ike.
We're just going to Rockfish.

Boy, somebody sure has got
something powerful smelling on.

Well, that's some of
John-Boy's old aftershave lotion.

Can you tell I put some on?

Oh, no. No.

Are you enjoying
staying with your aunts?

Oh, very much.
Only they're cousins.

Miss Mamie and Miss Emily
are my mother's first cousins.

No, I'm not finding
a thing for Baldwin.

Oh, but my name's Conover.

My mother was a Baldwin.

Mary Frances Conover,
what a lovely name.

Oh.

It appears to have been
sent from a convent.

Yes, where I go to school. I was
expecting this. Thank you so much.

You have a pleasant
ride to Rockfish.

They sure do make a
nice couple, don't they?

They?

Yeah, Mary Frances and Jim-Bob.

You mean Jim-Bob is going
out with that Catholic girl?

Well, whatever she is,
he sure is crazy about her.

You got some bad news?

Disappointing news.

I was so sure I would
have an answer.

I'm sorry, Jim-Bob. I shouldn't
show my feelings so much.

Well, I don't see
anything wrong with that.

It's bad discipline.

I have so much to learn.

Well, we're going
to the library.

To learn about kites.

Maybe there's something
else you'd rather do?

No, we planned to do this,
it's important we stick to it.

It's no good
drifting all the time.

Drifting is one of
the best things I do.

Grandpa said I had
a real knack for it.

It's going to be high adventure,

I feel it through me.
Do you, Sister Theresa?

When Mother Superior sends
me on an errand to Richmond,

it's my duty to comply.

Well, you are happy
to be going, aren't you?

Oh, yes.

Is there any way you can
let your face show that?

Oh, that's so much better.

We'll work on smiles
while we're away.

Is it a very long way from
Stanton to Richmond, Sister?

Well, it depends on
which route you take.

And I know lots of
interesting side roads.

And they tell me

that the country around Walton's
Mountain is very beautiful.

Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper

Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper

Now Old Dan Tucker come to town
Swinging them ladies round and round

First to the right and then to the
left Then to the one that he loves best

What's the matter with him?

What's the matter with
him? I've got a happy worker,

and don't hurt his feelings.

Howdy, young lady.

Mama says it's quitting time. She'd
like to know if you'll take supper with us?

We've got the best
food in Jefferson County.

Well, you thank her kindly.

- What does that mean?
- Not this time, but I'm obliged.

You tell your mama that.

We'll see you tomorrow morning.

Me and the sun.

Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper

Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper

Get out the way, Old Dan
Tucker You're too late to get...

To get your supper Get
out the way, Old Dan Tucker

Mary Frances has simply
flowered since her arrival, Olivia.

We had a lovely
talk in the woods.

Sounds like she's enjoying
her stay here with you.

- Will she be coming to church?
- Well, no...

It seems to me there was
something else she was planning.

Oh, you remember, Sister,
she went off with Jim-Bob.

He's doing a nice
job of drawing her out.

I was hoping she'd
come to church.

I think we'd better go
on inside, don't you?

Olivia!

I'll be right along.

- Good morning, Olivia.
- Good morning, Ike.

Go inside and save us a place.

Olivia, I feel that it is my
Christian duty as a kinswoman

- to give this information...
- Oh, Corabeth, I'd rather you didn't.

Jason's just finished
the opening hymn.

But this will challenge
the very roots of your faith.

I would give anything not to be the bearer
of such bad tidings, but still and all...

Mary Frances Conover is a Catholic,
and she's seeing a lot of Jim-Bob.

Oh, my.

Well, of course, if
it has your sanction.

You've taken care of your Christian
duty, why don't we go on inside

and pray for understanding?

Which way would you say, Sister?

The signpost puts
Richmond to the right.

A fork in the road is always a challenge,
or at least it's meant to be, I believe.

Not if there's a signpost.

I have a preference for
the least-traveled roads.

How do you feel
about roads, Sister?

I have only the feeling that the
signpost puts Richmond to the right.

Well, then that means that
Walton's Mountain must be to the left.

It's a pretty good wind
up there. You want to fly it?

Oh, I'd love to, if you
think I can hold on to it.

Oh, I'll be here.
You'll do all right.

Old Lawrence Hargrave surely
invented himself something.

He did?

Jim-Bob, all our research and
you don't remember the Australian

who invented the box kite?

Well, I got other things
on my mind, lately.

It's really going now.

Did your father ever build
that house up on the Mountain?

He started it lots of times.

All kinds of things keep
him from finishing it.

You remember that clear
since you were nine years old?

It was such a lovely idea.

I guess it's good to have a
dream you can make come true.

I've got mine. I'm
going to be a pilot.

You sound so sure of that.

Well, I am. I've
always wanted to fly.

Sometimes, it's hard to think about
anything else, especially school.

But how can you really be sure?

I mean, there are a lot of
things you could grow up to be.

Well, I've thought
about other jobs.

Racing motorcycles. Driving
in the Indianapolis 500.

Things like that.

Whenever I see a big old hawk
gliding around up there in the sky,

I always come back to
wanting to be like him.

Wanting to fly.

You always come back to it.

Would you go flying with me?

I might. If you didn't do a lot
of stunts and daredevil things.

That's half the fun. Except,
I'd be real careful with you.

Keep it straight and level.

You better eat some more
of Miss Mamie's sandwiches

or she'll think you
didn't like them.

I'm not very hungry.

I haven't been
very hungry, lately.

I don't sleep much, either.

People get sick if they
don't eat and sleep.

I'm sure I've never
felt this way before.

I think about you all the
time. I mean, all the time.

First thing in the morning, I
want to come and see you.

Jim-Bob...

Being with you makes
me feel all warm inside.

And when I take you home
and you close that door...

I like you, too, very much.

Mary Frances,

I liked this girl
named Patsy Brimmer.

She was nice and I liked her,

but this just isn't
the same at all.

I never heard you say so much.

Nobody ever did.

Now, please understand me, I
have the warmest personal regard

for Miss Mamie and Miss Emily.

But why would they keep the
truth of her Catholicism a secret?

Corabeth, would you mind
giving me a hand, please?

You know, the Baldwin ladies
are wide-open books, Corabeth.

They're very inclined to tell
me, or anybody else, anything.

Except about this.

Don't you see?

No, Corabeth, I don't see.

Thank you, Hank.

Well, mine will not be the first
voice to cry in the wilderness.

My great aunt Agatha, who
traveled extensively, always said

that Catholics needed just
the tiniest foothold to take over.

Well, that Mary Frances
found the right place.

I tell you, Walton's
Mountain is in danger.

Is that true, Reverend?

Elizabeth, I think we'll be able to hold
our own against this Mary Frances Conover.

Oh, Reverend. She
is but the first step.

I am surprised at your complacency
at this threat to our very way of life.

Corabeth, with you defending our
way of life, I think we're pretty secure.

Well, I try and do my duty.

Forewarned is forearmed.

I don't understand this.

Poor child, Jim-Bob is just being
led around by the nose by that papist.

I thought they just had dates.

I sought Olivia to tell
her, but she already knew.

Well, you know, I think having
a Catholic around is pretty good.

A little bit of competition never
hurt anybody, including Baptists.

Reverend, I hope that you will
remember that when they and their alien

and mystical ways become part
and parcel of Walton's Mountain.

Could someone direct
us to the Baldwin house?

I thought surely I'd find
my answer while I was here.

It would be an agreeable
place for an answer.

But if it hasn't
come... But you have.

I take that as a sign.

A very definite sign.

That I have a preference and
curiosity about least-traveled roads,

and the desire to see that tiny
speck on the map, Walton's Mountain.

Yes, but you wrote
that you couldn't come.

Well, the trip to Richmond
came up quite suddenly.

I know you're here to
help me with my decision.

No.

Just to stand with you awhile.

We cannot stay.

I can't make it alone.

God wouldn't let you.

If it's his will that you become
a nun, he will show you the way.

He will give you the answer.

"The answers
come in God's time."

Jim-Bob's mother told me that.

You'd like her, Sister.

I like her already.

Jim-Bob.

I believe I like him, too!

Do you travel a great deal?

No.

This is my first trip
away in seven years.

Away from the convent?

Sister Scholastica
thought it'd be good for me.

Are you enjoying yourself?

It is very different.

We're very glad you've come.

And we hope you can stay
awhile. Don't we, Sister?

Oh, no. I call her "Sister".

We are sisters.

Of course you are, too.

But as you say,
it's very different.

They wear the most
beautiful costumes!

Turn, please. Turn, please.

Corabeth says they're alien and
mystical, and Mary Frances, too.

I doubt she meant that kindly.

I'm glad Reverend Buchanan
was there to stand up for them.

She says, "Mary Frances leads
Jim-Bob around by the nose."

If you're going to take
Corabeth's gossip to heart,

I'm going to have to start
keeping you away from there.

I just don't understand why
she's so bothered by them.

Well, some folks don't like
anybody to be different from them.

Catholics are people,
same as we are.

Looks pretty good, huh?

Well, I mean the hat.

Looked better on Beau.

You should see the
hats the nuns wear.

Well, this is my hat and
I bought it in Rockfish.

Where you taking your hat?

Don't you worry, Mama, I'm
taking it only to the best places.

You and Beau going out alone?

Yeah, Daddy.
Sure is a great guy.

Works like a son of a
gun, I'll say that for him.

And just sings that silly
song and works his head off.

Well, good night.

Good night, Son.

Where's that Beau from?

He never said. He
just kind of smiles a lot.

Mama?

Do Baptists have nuns?

No, honey.

Hmm. It's too bad.

Because I just
might like to be one.

That will make very
uncomfortable sleeping, Sister.

I do not plan to sleep.

Well, I called the convent, they know
our plans. Everything is well with them.

Your plans, Sister.

I should not have
fallen in with them.

I thought, when I
mentioned high adventure,

I saw a little
twinkle in your eye.

I doubt that very much.

I belong at the convent.
I am comfortable there.

I do not belong in a Protestant
house, Sister Scholastica.

It's the only house.

Why, if His Holiness came
to visit Walton's Mountain,

he would probably stay here.

His Holiness would have
gone straight to Richmond.

Good night. Good
night. Good night.

Whoa, steady there.

I think I better help you walk,
you keep bumping into me.

Me?

I suppose that's why
Jason asked us to leave.

Well, he doesn't like
me taking your beer.

- A very serious man, Jason is.
- Yeah, yeah.

Wrong car.

You know, I never would've
slipped you that beer

if I'd known you were a minor.

I mean, Ben, I thought
you were 30, 35, at least.

Beau, I think you had a little bit
more than beer tonight. Come on.

Hey, if I have, it's
something I can handle.

To the boarding
house, old buddy.

I think I need to put
you in the mill tonight.

That way I can
keep an eye on you.

You're the boss.

What did you say the
name of this place is?

Why, it's the Dew Drop Inn.

I've been kicked out of a lot of places.
I always like to remember their names.

Old Dan Tucker He got drunk

He fell in the fire...

Ben!

Ben!

Daddy?

Blazes going on around here?

Well, I don't know. Beau
and I came in late last night,

and we slept out here so
we wouldn't wake you up.

To get sober, I'd bet.

Where is he?

I don't know. I was going
to keep an eye on him.

- But I guess he already left.
- Did more than that.

There's money damage
here, Son. It's a mess.

It's going to throw
you behind schedule.

You going to fire him?

No, I'm not going to fire him.

You are.

That's the way it
works. You hired him.

- Yes, sir.
- Do it today.

I got to go to Scottsville,
I'll be back tonight.

Get this place cleaned up.

Oh, this is a fine Cody.

The best I've ever seen.

Mary Frances and
I built it ourselves.

Oh, then come, Mary
Frances, you take it.

I'm always afraid I'll let go.

Oh, nonsense. Jim-Bob
won't let you do that.

That's a girl.

Yeah.

Jim-Bob, do you know
Mount Weather, Virginia?

No, I don't.

Well, around 1910, for
some data collection,

they strung a train
of 10 kites together.

The highest one went
four-and-a-half miles.

Really? That's hard to believe.
Not that you'd lie or anything.

Jim-Bob!

- Got it?
- Yeah.

Howdy there, Ben.

Beau, you made a terrible
mess in here last night.

Hey, you sure know
how to throw a party, Ben.

I haven't enjoyed myself
so much in a blue moon.

Well, it cost us money.

I've wasted half a day
cleaning up this mess.

And you ruined the lumber.

There's nails in that power saw!

I'm sorry, Ben. I promise
it will never happen again.

That's right, it won't happen
again. Because you're fired.

Well, that was a good one.

I sure am glad I know
when you're kidding.

I'm not kidding. I'm serious.

I don't want you
working here anymore.

I thought you said we
were buddies, you and me.

You're not going to kick
out an old buddy, buddy?

I checked in to where
you were working before.

I should have done it sooner.

You poking around
behind my back?

They all said the same thing.
You started out working great,

then you start drinking liquor
on the job, then you slack off.

Well, I can't afford that, Beau.

You're crazy if you think I'm going
to let some punk kid lay me off.

I was man enough
when I hired you.

Yeah? Well, it's going to
take your old man to fire me.

No, it's not.

I'm in charge here.

I want you out. Now.

Where am I gonna go?
What am I gonna do?

Here's a week's pay.

Get yourself
straightened out, okay?

You sure there's no way?

I'm sure. Good luck.

Well, I'll be seeing
you, old buddy.

Now, Old Dan Tucker came to town

Swinging the ladies
round and round

First to the right, then to the left
Then to the ones that he loves best

Get out the way

Once upon a time there was a young
man named James Robert Walton.

He used to work
on his car a lot.

Took care of Rover,
teased his brothers.

Sometimes, I even managed
to get a smile out of him.

I really liked him a lot.

Now, there's this stranger left behind,
who mostly just stares off into space.

Don't you know why?

I think I do.

Mama, nothing's ever
felt like this before.

Sometimes it feels good,

and then it hurts, and sometimes it
feels really great till I get sort of sick.

It's known as being
in love, Jim-Bob,

and most of us manage
to survive it somehow.

Mama, what would you
say if I married a Catholic?

I'd say you're
both a little young.

Does that mean
you don't like her?

I like her very much.

I can't stop thinking about her.

You notice how pretty she is?

I've noticed.

And there's a lot
more than that.

A lot more.

I mean, if she feels
the same way I do,

maybe she'll wait
for me until I get a job

and I can take care of her.

That's how a good man
feels when he loves someone.

That's the easy part.

The hard part is,
she's Catholic?

Yes, ma'am.

Why don't you two just go
on getting to know each other

and maybe the rest
will take care of itself.

I wish I could make her
understand how I feel.

I've tried to.

I just can't talk right.
Say what I wanna say.

Have you tried
writing it in a letter?

It's what your daddy used to
do when he wanted to talk to me.

I don't know if I could do that.

I guess it wouldn't hurt to try.

That looks like a difficult
letter you're trying to write.

I have to tell Jim-Bob
what I've decided.

Then you've reached a decision?

The one I think you
want me to make.

Believe me, Mary Frances,

I do not pray that your
life duplicates mine.

After all, it's your life.

I thought you wanted
me to become a nun.

Only if it's right for you.

My life fulfills me, but
it might not fulfill you.

You must make your own decision.

With God's help.

Yes, I know.

It's all so difficult, though.

Important things usually are.

And telling Jim-Bob
your decision,

whatever it turns out to be,

is important, too.

Much too important
to just write him a letter.

Don't want to butt in, Son,

but I don't like seeing
you suffer like this.

I just don't know how to handle
how I've been feeling lately.

Mmm.

I know what you mean. I had the same
problem when I first met your mama.

Walked around with a
stomach ache for two months.

Yeah?

Of course, at the same time, I
felt like I was walking on a cloud.

Yeah?

We had a problem because
her folks didn't like me very much.

I wasn't sure she did.

She wasn't Catholic, though.

No, but her family thought I
was some kind of heathen.

Were you?

No angel.

But it all began
to change, though,

when I was able to tell
her how I felt about her.

That's what I'm trying to do,
write it in a letter to Mary Frances.

I can't find the words, though.

Only takes three.

Thanks, Daddy.

Hurry up. You're late.

- I - came to say goodbye.

I'm returning to the convent.

Will you be back?

I won't be seeing you again.

I thought you liked it here.

I thought we liked each other.

Remember what
you said about flying?

You always come back to it?

That's just how it is with me.

You helped me understand that.

I have a calling.

I wish I hadn't.

Jim-Bob, I love you,

but there are a lot
of ways you can love.

You have to choose the way
that's the most important to you.

I found my way.

Those nuns making you go back?

No.

I wanted to tell you how I feel.

I guess you don't want it now.

Maybe if she loved somebody
else, I could get that through my head.

She does love
someone else, you see.

I know. She loves God.

Why can't she love him here?

She must undergo a time of
testing before she becomes a nun.

When that time comes, it will
be a kind of marriage for her.

She will take vows to a
commitment to service and love

that will last her
lifetime and beyond.

I don't think I'll
ever understand.

Maybe someday.

I pray you will.

The pain of that time
stayed with Jim-Bob

longer than any of
us would have liked.

But, as it is with
any lost love,

a healing of the
heart takes place

and life becomes a
thing of wonder again.

- Ben?
- Yes, Elizabeth?

What did you do with
that hat, like Beau had?

- I threw it away.
- I wish I had it.

I thought you wanted one
like Sister Scholastica's.

That wasn't a hat,
that was a habit.

Yeah, that's what
Beau had. A bad one.

Good night, Ben.

Good night, Elizabeth.

English -SDH