The Waltons (1971–1981): Season 8, Episode 10 - The Waiting - full transcript

Yes. Yes, come in.

On the last episode
of The Waltons.

Do you have some news?

The kind of news I have
can't be given over the phone.

Your son's been found.
Wounded but alive.

He's being flown back to an Army
hospital outside of Washington.

- You'll be able to see him.
- How bad is he?

It's very serious.

Joy and tragedy
walked hand in hand

during the dark
days of World War Il.

When good news came, it always
seemed to be tinged with sadness.



The words, "Your son is alive,"
were too often followed by the phrase,

"He is badly injured." When
those words came to my family,

it meant that the long wait
was not over. It had just begun.

Hey, Corabeth!

Corabeth!

It's in the paper! It's about
John-Boy! He's safe! He's safe!

Mr. Godsey, we all know that.

Now, in the future, would
you please not shout?

- It simply plays havoc with my eardrums!
- But he's safe. He's safe.

That's a new picture, isn't it?

Well, I'm not sure I like that.

Who cares? The words are
worth a thousand pictures.

I can't believe you're gonna be seeing
John-Boy before the day is out, Daddy.

It is hard to believe, isn't it?



Do you know how long
you're gonna be gone?

No way to say.

Looks like your Ma's
planning on staying a long time.

- Yeah, well, women do that.
- Women do what?

They pack a lot of
stuff because they know

some poor stiff's
gotta carry it.

- Just something to keep your strength up.
- Rose, thank you.

I dread to think of you getting
stranded off the road someplace.

We're not planning any detours.

Well, you never know, a flat tire, a
bridge out, you never know nowadays.

This car isn't gonna stop
until we get to Alexandria.

But thank you. We'll
enjoy the feast on the road.

Now, you and my family take
care of each other, you hear?

Don't you worry your head.
Our hearts are with you.

We'll be waiting for word, Mama.

Tell John-Boy I'll come

- just as soon as he wants me to.
- Take care.

I'll be anxious to meet
him as soon as he's able.

Howdy, everybody.
Got room for this?

It's a good picture. I bet
it was taken in London.

What does it say?

"John Walton, Jr., son of
Mr. and Mrs. John Walton

"of Jefferson County,

"has been found alive in an Army
hospital near Washington, DC,

- "according to the American Red Cross."
- That's not news.

"An observer for
the Stars and Stripes,

"young Walton was shot down
in an airplane over Belgium."

- We know that by heart.
- Can we have this, Ike?

Oh, sure. Here, why don't you take one
to John-Boy? He'll get a kick out of it.

I mean he will later on.

You all take care of
each other now, all right?

Goodbye, Dad. Goodbye, Mama.

Bye, Mama.

- Goodbye.
- Bye, Daddy.

Bye.

Bye. ROSE: Bye.

Here we go. You see anything
that looks like corridor 2-B?

Just people and noise.

This way.

Excuse me, can
you tell us where...

Excuse me. We're
looking for corridor 2-B,

room 235.

Excuse me, we're looking
for our son, John Walton, Jr.

And they gave us this slip.

Up the stairs, west wing,
second door on your right.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

"No visitors." That can't
mean us, can it, Liv?

I don't think so.

- No visitors, like the sign says.
- We're his parents.

Well, you'll have to talk
to the doctor about that.

He's the only one who
can give that permission.

Where's the doctor?

Well, he's probably making
rounds, or in X-ray, or surgery.

I'll see if I can't
find him for you.

Why don't you have a seat right
over there in the waiting room?

- Well, maybe we could just...
- I'll see if I can't find him for you.

His name's Banion.

Keep the home fires burning

While our hearts are yearning

Rose?

You're important to me, Elizabeth,
just as you're important to your mother.

Well, I always help
Mama hang out the wash,

except for she usually
does it in the morning.

Well then, we'll do it in
the morning from now on.

Oh, I tell you, we're
going to have the best time,

planning things, and working
together, and keeping busy, Elizabeth.

You know, that's the
very ticket is keeping busy.

- There's my big boy.
- Hi, Rose.

- I could eat you with a spoon.
- Come on.

Why are you wearing
your pajama top?

I couldn't find a shirt. I came
outside to get one off the line.

Well, I'd tell you to help yourself,
Jim-Bob, but they're all wet.

- Every one of them?
- Well, I tidied your closet this morning.

It was just a shambles, and I
wanted you to start out fresh,

so I threw all your
shirts in the laundry.

- Swell.
- I knew you wouldn't mind.

This little family's
going to pull together

and do the job that John
and Olivia would want us to do.

We're going to stand
as one, Jim-Bob!

I'm going over to the mill.

Now that's the very
ticket, help your brother.

It's a busy place.

Thousands of men. I
sure didn't expect this.

Too big, too impersonal. And the
noise. I had no idea that it'd be so noisy.

I wonder how
anybody can rest here.

- Dr. Banion?
- Mr. and Mrs. John Walton?

Yes, sir. We're real
anxious to see our son, sir.

You'll see him, but you should
be prepared for what you'll see.

Now, your son's condition is quite
serious. I assume you've been told that.

Well, we know he was shot
down and that he was hurt.

They said he was in shock.

Well, with the kind of head injury your
son sustained, he's lucky to be alive.

Now, it's our concern to keep
him that way. To build his strength.

It'll be our concern for
quite some time to come.

Will he know us?

No. No, he won't know you.

He doesn't know himself.

He hasn't made a sound
since he was brought in here.

He simply lies there, stares.

What can we do?

You can sit with him.

You shouldn't do or say
anything that might excite him,

or try for a sustained
period to provoke a reaction.

Well, I mean, can we talk to him?
I mean, can we talk about home?

You'll find your way.

Now, you'll... You'll need
this to enter his room.

- Keep it with you. They'll ask for it.
- You're finally gonna let us see him.

That's one lesson we learn here over
and over again, Mrs. Walton. Patience.

We wait. We all wait here.

John-Boy?

It's your Mama.

I'm here, too, son.

We're both here. And
we're gonna stay right close.

He's weak.

He's bound to be.

- He's not even blinking, Liv.
- I'm sure he does from time to time.

He's just resting and healing.

Takes time, Liv.
We got plenty of that.

I'm just so grateful to be here.

And look down on John-Boy
Walton, our biggest brother.

He's been missing in the war,

and we're thankful that you
found him and brought him back.

Please help that he'll get healed up
fast, so that he can come home again.

Everybody misses him. Amen.

Amen.

I didn't hear you come in.

- You hardly even known John-Boy.
- I've seen his picture a lot.

He has nice eyes.

You know, Serena, there are a
lot of times I'd like to give you away,

but tonight isn't one of them.

John?

I think his eyes
moved. Just a little.

John-Boy?

It was just the slightest
movement, but I'm sure they moved.

Son, if you can hear
me, grip my hand.

We can wait.

Okay, here we go, General.
- Here we go.

235, your new headquarters.

Wait a minute, let me get
this screen out of the way.

Okay. ORDERLY:
Coming in for a landing.

You must have trained
in the tank corps.

That's right, I gave
General Patton his first ride.

Would you quit your bellyaching?
We got you here, didn't we?

You know, I think it was
friendlier in the minefield

that I strolled across.

Alley oop.

Now, so what, do we gotta hear
your whole long, sad story, is that it?

Please, can't you
be a little quieter?

We're not disturbing him. You could drive
a tank through here. He wouldn't hear it.

- Come on, lady, don't be mad.
- Our son is very badly hurt. He's...

He's very bad.

Ain't no one in
here feeling good.

- It's just the noise and the wisecracks.
- We have a daughter who's a nurse.

She acts like a nurse.
She's not harsh, cruel.

- Can't be an Army nurse, then.
- Are they all like that?

Corrigan? She's the best. No
hand to talk or act like a church lady.

- She can't afford to.
- Nurses are supposed to be comforting.

Well, you think about it.
All she sees is arms off,

legs off, heads caved in.

Barely living, mostly dying.

Now, she's got to protect herself,
wrap up in some kind of tough shell,

or she'd crack up.

Who you got over
there? Your boy?

- Our son.
- Is he unconscious?

Mmm-hmm.

Well, you ought to be damn glad
you got Corrigan looking after him.

There's been nobody looking after
him the whole time we've been here.

His condition seems
to have stabilized,

but don't change the
treatment for another 48 hours.

- He tried to pinch me. That's a good sign.
- That's the best sign there is.

- You gonna be coming to see my son?
- We're on round, sir. We'll get there.

Boy across the hall,
Walton, shock, head injuries?

Who just lays there, stares, not
moving. Nobody's been in to see him.

He's checked regularly, Mr. Walton,
by doctors and nurses, day and night.

Now, we'll be in there shortly.

He's got all these bandages,
tubes sticking out of him.

It's keeping him
alive, Mr. Walton.

Well, you may say it's
keeping him alive. I say it stinks.

Believe me, sir, every
care is being taken.

What are you doing for him?

We've been trying to talk to
him. You don't give a damn!

Nobody's been in to see him!

How do you know he can't respond
if you don't do something for him?

Shouting in the corridors
won't change a thing.

This is tough, Mr. Walton,
and it's going to

be tough. At best,
it's a long, hard pull,

and no one can assure you
your son's going to make it.

But as long as he's here, he'll
get the best care we can give.

My wife and I would
sure appreciate that.

There are plenty of sweet potatoes.
Oh, my, and here's loads of eggplant!

Here, let me fill your
plates again with this.

- You eat the eggplant, Rose.
- Jim-Bob.

- You can have my share first.
- Erin.

Well, I'm sorry, I didn't know.

Well, it's supposed to
be awfully good for you.

It is, and for that little
package you're carrying.

Well, now, why don't you all just
tell me what you like, and I'll fix that?

I'd just like to get a phone
call from Mama and Daddy.

I guess it's too soon to hear.

Wouldn't you just give
something to be there with them?

I just can't stop
thinking about John-Boy.

I'll just feel so much better
when we hear something.

I think I know what John
and Olivia would like us to do.

I think they'd like us
to hold down the fort.

- Do you know what's creeping up on us?
- A fungus.

And one I've had to put up
with ever since I can remember!

Thanksgiving is
creeping up on us,

and I think it would be fun if
we all worked on it together.

I'd almost forgotten
about Thanksgiving.

Well, if Mama gets back
in time, she'll take care of it.

I don't think we should have it.

Well, now, Jim-Bob
Walton, that's not up to you.

I mean, after all,
Thanksgiving is just there.

Why don't we talk
about it later, Rose?

Well, there's no problem. There's
just a little planning necessary.

Order the turkey, get the
berries for the cranberry sauce,

and the oysters for the dressing, and
there's plenty of time. There's no rush.

Oysters?

Well, I guess I've said
something else wrong.

I feel so torn.

I wanna go home with you,
but I just can't leave John-Boy.

Well, I don't like leaving
you here alone, Liv.

When I think of what hotel rooms
cost... I just don't know what else to do.

Don't worry about the
expense. We can afford it.

Sometimes I wish we
could go back to the times

when we could hardly
afford anything at all.

At least the children were
all safe under one roof.

I think about those
times, too. I'll call you, Liv.

John, I just know there's
something inside of John-Boy

that's trying to reach out, and there
can't be silence and darkness when it does.

I understand, honey.
You have to stay.

You take care. Just a minute.

Give my love to everybody.

I'll talk to you soon.

They told us his plane went down
at sea right off the coast of Belgium.

No one knows how
he survived the crash.

A fishing boat came
along and picked him up.

And they put him on a
ship coming to England.

And that's where he's been
the last couple of months.

Why didn't somebody let us know?

It took them a long time to
identify him. He'd lost his dog tags.

What's his condition?

Maybe you could see some
difference from day to day.

But he looks the same to me.

- Holding his own?
- He's not losing any ground.

Does Mama see a change?

Well, you know your Mama.
She's sure he's is gonna call out

one of these days, and when
he does, she wants to be there.

- We've all just gotta keep believing.
- We have to give her all the help we can.

I hope she doesn't
worry about us too much.

She knows you're in
good hands with Rose here.

Well, you know, I've been looking
through that old family recipe book,

and I still believe that if we all
pitch in on that Thanksgiving dinner,

it could be the pleasantest
kind of a thing to do.

Now, I've made a shopping
list, and I'm going to ask Ike

to get us a 25-pound bird.

I'm tired of hearing about that
dinner. Good night, everybody.

Good night, son.

It just doesn't seem
right to celebrate this year.

- Good night, Daddy.
- Good night, honey.

I don't feel very
thankful, either.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night, honey.

- Good night.
- Good night.

I never had much of
a family Thanksgiving.

So you'll just have
to decide for yourself.

- Good night.
- Good night, dear.

We know you mean
well, Rose. Good night.

- Good night, son.
- Good night.

- They don't want to thanks-give, Nana.
- Sure seems that way.

How about you two, you
gonna say good night?

- I'm so glad to have you back, Uncle John.
- Good to be here, honey.

If it will make you feel any better,
I'll take you fishing, Uncle John.

Well, we'll see about
that. Thank you, son.

- Good night, Nana.
- Good night, sweetie.

- Well, John, can I get you something?
- Could use another cup of coffee, Rose.

Good.

You know the trouble, don't
you, about Thanksgiving?

It's this big table with
all the empty places.

Well, I take up a good deal of
that space, John. And the children...

And you're welcome.
You know it, Rose.

It's just that with
Pa gone and...

I wish you'd known him.
Now, there was something

to be thankful for.

And Ma resting this long time,

Curt dead,

Jason in the Army,
John-Boy not very much alive,

Liv over there with him, it's just
not easy to be thankful, you know.

I know what you're saying, John.

But it seems to me,
these are the times to try.

You know, really try.

I think the colors all
through the mountains

were brighter
than ever this year.

The dogwood leaves turned first,
red as the fire leaping out of the stove

when your father first lights
the wood in the morning.

Then pumpkin orange,
then lemon yellow.

Just one long sweep of
gold all through your meadow.

And the bushes and the far
off trees every shade of scarlet,

like the flight of a
thousand cardinal birds

with the wind bending
them this way and that.

Do you remember the man who
burned the books back home?

They were German books.

You were outraged.

I think that was first
time we began to realize

what this horrible
war was all about.

I was so proud of you then.

I'm proud of you now.

I hate leaving him alone
all through the night.

Well, it's not like you're
leaving him with a stranger.

I'm not going anywhere.

I guess I've been doing all my
talking to the one who can't hear.

Oh, it's okay. I listen.

Do you have a family somewhere?

No one to speak of. Your
home place sounds nice.

It is.

These legs are contrary.

Won't move at all on their own.

If they get a notion to,
they can hurt or burn or itch.

You ever scratch
an itch you can't feel?

- Are they getting better?
- No.

And I'm told they won't
be. That doesn't matter.

I only need them
when I stand up.

- I'm sorry. I didn't realize.
- Oh, lady. Don't look like that.

You gotta get so you
can turn things around.

Sometimes laughing's
all you've got.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Mrs. Walton?

Mrs. Denman, what
are you doing here?

I've been transferred to Eastern
Division Headquarters in Alexandria.

I guess you'd
call it a promotion.

Your son's about
the same, I know.

I enquire about him. That's
how I knew you were here.

I'm just thankful
to be here with him.

Looking tired.
Mr. Walton's not here?

He had to go home.
His work goes on.

You're staying all alone?
Where, some hotel nearby?

Walking distance.

So's my apartment. Come
have a bite of supper with me.

You won't believe this, but
you've been on my mind all day.

I'd love to.

Nobody encourages me to believe it,
but I know John-Boy knows I'm there.

Are you sure you
want to believe that?

It makes you very
vulnerable, you know.

Something's different.
Since the first time

John and I saw him,
something's changed.

- Then you must stay on.
- I plan to. As long as he needs me.

Is that your son?

It was taken just
before he shipped out.

Look at those shoulders.

Would you believe I used to scold
him for not standing up straight?

Eighteen years he
ignored my advice,

and in two weeks some Navy
CPO had him looking like that.

He's very handsome.

I tried to make myself go
up and look in on John-Boy,

but I just couldn't face
seeing all those young men

they're sending
home from the war,

knowing that Terry
won't be coming home.

I thank God I never
had to go through that.

I told you you'd been
on my mind all day.

The Red Cross staff at the hospital
is badly in need of case workers.

I thought of you right away.

Now, the pay is...

Well, we could only offer
you expenses to begin with.

You mean do
volunteer work full-time?

It's near John-Boy.

Maybe you'd like to talk
it over with Mr. Walton.

I could do that. I'm
going home this weekend.

Another thing.

If you're willing to risk our stepping
on each other from time to time,

you're welcome to pay
half the rent on all this!

You sure you're
gonna be all right

with your work and John-Boy?

I don't think we're given
more than we can handle.

Worst part is being
away from you.

We started right out
being separated, didn't we?

Me going off to war. There's
been a few times since.

All those years of looking
up and finding you there,

reaching out and touching you,

- gets to be habit-forming.
- Well,

- we'll do that some more.
- I haven't left yet.

- Is Mama still here?
- She's upstairs. You're just in time.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Boy, the way everyone comes in
and out, we need a revolving door.

Just a second.

- Wow.
- I was hoping you'd get home.

I almost saluted you.
Thought you were a colonel.

I don't feel much like one.

Out of all of us in this
family, you're the last one

I'd expect to see
putting on a uniform.

None of us has much control
over our lives these days.

I'm real glad you're
going to be with John-Boy.

If anyone can reach
him, pull him back, it's you.

I've tried talking to
him. So has your daddy.

I thought maybe if I read
some of his own words to him,

it might spark something.

I remember when I was
little, tagging along after him.

We'd be going fishing or climbing
a tree, or running an errand.

He always had that little
notebook in his back pocket.

He'd stop in the strangest places
and just write down a few words

he'd thought of.

And then we'd move on.

After that, it was you
with your harmonica,

and Jim-Bob and Ben
tagging off after you.

Every one of you had your
own ways right from the start.

I reckon it would have been easier
for you if we'd been more alike.

At least you would have
known what to expect.

Carbon copies? I don't
think I could have stood that.

Everyone is fainter than the
last. I'll stick to my originals.

It's never gonna be
the same, is it, Mama?

The world, Walton's
Mountain, this family.

Not with the world
changing the way it is.

We can't reach back and grab the
past. We gotta remember the good times.

We've had a lot of those.

I don't remember anything else.

- I'm proud of you, Mama.
- I'm proud of you, too.

Mama.

- Olivia, you look beautiful.
- Thank you, Rose.

- I wish I'd be coming with you.
- I wish I could take you all with me.

You know how I hate
to be leaving you here.

We're not the only family
going through this now.

Don't worry about us,
Mama, we'll be fine.

I'll miss you, I'll think about
you, and I'll try not to worry.

- Jeffrey and I promise to do our chores.
- Yeah, but you got the easy stuff.

Cindy, you better not have that
baby before John-Boy and I get back.

- I'll do my best.
- Ben, you take good care of her.

I will, Mama.

Jim-Bob?

- You think he'll get any better, Mama?
- We don't know, son.

Nobody knows.

Red Cross.

Hello, Mrs. Rodriguez.

I'm glad you called.
Did you find your room?

I'm sorry I missed you when
you were here this afternoon.

Do you have any questions?

I'm afraid Rudy's
condition is permanent.

Both eyes.

Yes, blind. I'm sorry.

I'll see you tomorrow,
Mrs. Rodriguez.

Never easy, is it?

I don't know how you faced
those families all this time.

It took my mind
off my own troubles.

I'll bet you haven't thought
of John-Boy all afternoon.

I'm going up to see him
now. Maybe you wanna come.

- Sorry.
- There's another young man up there

who needs visitor of his own.

As I said,

sorry.

- Hello.
- Hi.

I wish to hell he'd pinch me.

- I beg your pardon?
- That's just something we say.

Means he'd be on the mend.

Oh.

"The dusk of evening seeped
down from the mountains

"over the meadows of spring

"and through the blossoming
crab-apple orchard.

"The trees were in full blossom

"and their light perfume
filled the night with wonder."

You read to him?

He wrote it himself.

Well, I'll be damned.
"By John Walton, Jr."

I don't see what
harm it could do.

It seems better than driving
a tank through the room.

- Pretty soon, he'll be riding Old Blue.
- I think Old Blue might be safe for now.

This little mare's
kind of frisky.

Now, now.

You just put tooth in
that. Come on, come on.

Now, isn't that it?
You tell me if it isn't.

It's okay, Rose. John
Curtis and I feed ourselves.

It's mincemeat.

Mmm-hmm. It's mincemeat.

I'm so relieved!

Do we get prize for
getting the right answer?

Pies for Thanksgiving
is what you get.

I tell you, when I found Esther's
recipe, I just wanted to weep for joy.

I said to myself,
"That's the key."

You see, any fool can roast a
turkey, but to give this dear family

the kind of mince pies they're
used to, well, you just can't know.

And I know I've got Olivia's
sage-dressing recipe just down pat.

This family's Thanksgiving
dinner is gonna taste just as if

- Grandma and Olivia had cooked it.
- I wish you wouldn't, Rose.

Wouldn't?

I've tried before to be Mama
and Grandma rolled into one.

It won't work.

Mary Ellen, I meant no such thing.
I was just trying to step in and help.

Rose, don't try and
be someone else.

- Just be yourself.
- That's right.

Maybe if we just let Thanksgiving
go by without a lot of fuss,

it would be better for everyone.

Well, you beat all,
you people. You do.

Don't you think I know that your hearts
are with John-Boy this Thanksgiving?

- And Grandma and Olivia?
- We didn't mean to hurt you, Rose.

Well, now, just be quiet.
All I hear is what's wrong,

who doesn't want dinner
and who isn't here anymore...

Don't you know that
we all miss someone?

I am weary unto the death

of trying to be thankful
all by myself. Now, I am!

And that's the size of it!

Where you rushing off to, Nana?

- Just one of my walks, Serena.
- Can I come with you?

No, I've got something to work
off. You children best stay there.

One of those walks.
She's good and mad.

Share, Jeffrey. Give it here!

"A wisteria vine that
was filled each spring

"with heavy-scented
clusters of purple blossoms.

"The thought of leaving
saddened the boy.

"He stood looking up
at his home and he felt

"as if a curtain
were being drawn

"across the scene, cutting
him away from his family

"and separating them from him.

"He knew then that all
things change and grow,

"and that when he returned,
the wisteria and the fern

"and geranium would have changed
and grown, and that somehow

"he, too, would have changed,
and a curtain would have fallen."

How I wish you
could have heard that.

I did.

- He writing about himself?
- And his family. All of us.

Almost makes me homesick.

And I've never been anywhere
near Walton's Mountain.

Where are you from, Sam?

No place in particular.

I bummed around a lot
before I joined the Army.

Who's gonna look after you
when you get out of here?

Same guy that looked
after me before, I guess.

Me.

I always got by, always will.

It doesn't get
lonesome very often.

Mama?

John-Boy, you called my name.

John-Boy.

You called for me. I'm here.

I heard it, too.
I've got good ears.

I just wouldn't mind
hearing it again.

We'll stay on for a
while. But I wouldn't count

on his saying anything else.

He said one word.

But we can't consider it a
breakthrough unless it continues.

I can wait.

So long as you understand he may have
had just one fleeting moment of lucidity.

What I understand is
he called me by name.

There's more hope now than ever.

I will, Liv, yeah. Right away! Yeah.
That's the best word he could have said!

Okay. You just keep reading
to him. Goodbye, honey.

- John-Boy said something?
- He said, "Mama."

- I'm glad she was there.
- Now look, you're to keep praying,

and your friends, and tell
the church it's a beginning.

He's gonna come back now.

Thanksgiving's coming,
and all you've got is eggs?

What on Earth is
that boy talking about?

Rose, we'll even
eat your oyster salad.

Jim-Bob, where are
you going with that gun?

I'm going to shoot us a turkey.

Just yesterday, I was
thinking about shooting you.

Can I have the key, Daddy?

Now, here you go, but
only take a couple of shells.

- Okay.
- John-Boy's meadow is full of turkeys.

Thanks, Daddy.

John Walton, what's
happening to this family?

All of a sudden, Thanksgiving
has become a legal holiday.

Liv just called. John-Boy
called her name!

Praise be!

There was a time when a cup of
coffee this late would keep me awake

half the night.

- Doesn't hold true now.
- Well, no wonder.

Working long hours at the office
and spending every available moment

by John-Boy's bedside.

I just hope you get some rest when
you're going home for Thanksgiving.

I'm not going home.
I figured the best way

for me to give thanks
is to be with John-Boy.

- I wish you had more to give thanks for.
- For now it's enough that he's breathing.

Where are you going to
spend your Thanksgiving?

Well, I'm not going to stuff
a turkey, I can tell you that.

The cafeteria at the
hospital has pretty good food.

You can get a six-course
meal all on one tray.

And sit with all those noisy,
overworked Army nurses? No thanks.

I know someone you
could spend the day with.

I thought you were
going to be with John-Boy.

I was thinking about the boy
John-Boy shares his room with.

Olivia, the way you've nagged
me to come up and see that boy,

I'm beginning to feel
sorry for your husband.

Sam is bright, likeable,
and he needs a friend.

There's no sense in both of
you spending the day alone.

- I bet you'd be a whiz at matchmaking.
- Shall I tell him you'll be there?

Sorry, Olivia.

I wouldn't be good company.

I'd keep seeing the boy that I used
to spend my Thanksgivings with.

Liv?

John!

Why didn't you tell
me you were coming?

I didn't plan it. Rose has
everything so well-organized

I just felt I was
getting in the way.

You look good to me.
When did you get in?

Where are you staying?

We are going to stay in the best
suite of rooms in the best hotel in town.

How did you manage that?

I got my ways. Is
that all right with you?

I'll have to ask my roommate.

Liv, Liv...

- Mrs. Denman, Sam.
- I don't believe it.

This lady says she's a
friend of yours, Mrs. Walton.

I hopes so 'cause I'm letting her
kidnap me right out of my room.

I left a tray in there for you.

Thanksgiving dinner straight
from the hospital cafeteria.

Pumpkin pie's a bit runny, but aside
from that, it's a fairly respectable meal.

You're gonna have to split it.

I didn't know there were
going to be two of you.

- We sure appreciate that.
- You two going down to the cafeteria?

- She's taking me out of all this.
- They're serving turkey downstairs,

- and I said I'd bring a friend.
- And you couldn't find a friend, so...

You ever try to pull a wishbone
alone? I'm much too frail.

Watch it.

You're a terrible driver.

I was driving before
you were born, sonny.

Happy Thanksgiving, John-Boy.

John-Boy, I'm here.

Here we go. Oh, my.

That looks great, Rose.

- Thank you, boys.
- Boy, that's heavy.

- I'm starving.
- I can't wait.

Thank you, Jeffrey.

Well, I want to tell you everybody
had a hand in this dinner,

including the pilgrim here.

I think you should
say the grace, Rose.

All right.

Father in heaven,

please bless this
table, this family,

and all those who are with
us only in our hearts today.

And I might as
well stick this in.

I promise not to try and
do everything at once again.

And if I do, I hope you'll
give me a nudge, Sir. Amen.

- Amen.
- That was beautiful.

I better stand up and get a
little leverage on this thing.

Dear God,

we thank you for letting
us be together today.

We ask your continued blessings
on our dear family at home.

We thank you

for blessing our son John-Boy,

and for returning
him safely to us.

And so they started
back, so many young men,

from tunnels of darkness to
light, from the very door of death

to the first turning
step back to life.

And the families' hearts
were glad all over the land.

That was a great dinner, Rose.
- It was, really, Rose.

Why, thank you. My goodness.

I'm sure glad we
didn't talk you out of it.

Now, if this isn't
just the nicest thing.

I'll tell you what
I was thinking

about Christmas. Now, I really
think we should hit that early...

- Good night, Rose!
- Good night, Nana!

English -SDH