The Waltons (1971–1981): Season 9, Episode 5 - The Premonition - full transcript

What happened?

Ben was here!

No, there were
other men here, too.

They had guns and bayonets.
Something terrible's happening to him!

This place gives me the creeps.

I don't know what you're
worried about, Walton.

The Marines cleared
this area last week.

That's what they said about the first
camp. Enemy troops were all over the place.

So they made a little mistake.

This came for Cindy a while ago.

Oh, my Lord.



She knew something
was wrong. She knew it!

The war with Germany ha d ended,
but the fight raged on in the Pacific

where our younger brother, Ben,
was still serving in a combat zone.

Our family was especially
concerned about Ben's wife, Cindy.

A s the rumors of an upcoming
invasion of Japan grew,

so did her fears about Ben, fears
which took on a chilling significance.

Ben?

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

Sounded like it
came from outside.

Cindy. What happened?

Ben was here!

I know it sounds crazy, but he
was right here at the foot of the bed!

Ben is thousands of miles away.

No, there were
other men here, too.



They had guns and bayonets.
Something terrible's happening to him!

Honey, you were just
having a bad dream.

Now let's get you settled down,

and you go back to sleep
and have a good dream.

No, Ben needs help.

Listen, why don't you come in the
house tonight, you and Ginny? Come on.

Erin and I will stay out
here. You can use our room.

But what if he comes
back? I gotta be here for him.

I think she's still asleep.

Cindy, now listen... Cindy, come
on now. Come on, get up. Come on.

Come on.

It's gonna be all
right, honey. Come on.

Hi, I'm looking for John Walton.

- Monsieur Walton?
- Yes.

- My name is Simone Berringer.
- Have a seat.

- I know your work.
- You read Stars and Stripes?

- I read your novel.
- Walton's Mountain?

Yes, but the French edition
is called Promis du Matin.

I haven't seen
the French edition.

I have a small bookstore,
Le Livre Ouvert.

Near the Champs Élysées. I
go by there nearly every day.

- Oh, I am sorry you have not stopped in.
- So am I.

I came here to ask you for help.

You're giving me an autograph
party where I'll sell hundreds of books?

- How much do you know about minefields?
- I know enough to stay away from them.

Many people do not,
especially the children.

There are hundreds of abandoned
minefields all over France,

and thousands of idle soldiers
could be put to work dismantling them.

But people, they have
to be made aware.

So you'd like me to
do an article for you.

I have already done
most of the research.

The facts, they are frightening.
The death toll, it mounts every week.

I really got more work
than I can handle now,

and I'm expecting
my discharge any day.

Maybe I could talk to Hodges for
you. This story sounds right up his alley.

I sought you out because you
have a beautiful feeling for people.

Nobody could write a better
article about this than you.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm
really too busy.

Simone?

Would you have dinner with me?

I would feel terribly guilty to take
such a busy man away from his work.

- Hi, Ike.
- Morning, Cindy.

Corabeth.

- Any mail?
- Yeah, but it's mostly from Europe.

- Nothing from Ben?
- Sorry. Maybe tomorrow.

Thanks anyway.

Cindy, when Ben does return,

I have a charming cottage
the two of you should consider.

The owner is most eager to sell
and the price is very agreeable.

- Have you ever had a premonition?
- I saw George Washington's ghost once.

Mr. Godsey's premonitions

usually follow after he's had a visit
to the Baldwin ladies' Recipe room.

However, I had an aunt once who
woke up in the middle of the night

knowing that my
grandmother had died.

- Had she?
- Precisely at that moment.

See you tomorrow.

Cindy? Aren't you
forgetting something?

I don't think so.

Isn't there a letter
going out to Ben?

No, I didn't write
one today. Bye-bye.

Yeah, right there! Mark it!

Okay, let's get going. This
place gives me the creeps.

I don't know what you're
worried about, Walton.

The Marines cleared
this area last week.

That's what they said about the first
camp. Enemy troops were all over the place.

So they made a little mistake.

Besides, back at Walton's
Mountain, this time of day,

giant thunder snakes
came out. Man-eaters!

Yeah, I heard about that.

Lucky for me, they
only eat redheads.

That's deadheads, Norm.
That's why I'm worried about you.

Hi. I wasn't sure I'd
find you here this late.

I live in the back.
What do you want?

I just thought I'd stop by the only
bookstore in Paris that carries my novel.

Well, as you can see, we
are not open for business.

Unless, of course, you changed
your mind about writing the article.

No, but I haven't changed
my mind about dinner, either.

These are for you.

There are still a few of us in France who
cannot be bought with a box of chocolates.

That wasn't what I
had in mind. Simone...

Simone!

Jason!

- John-Boy!
- Hi.

Boy, am I glad to see you!

- Why? Too much military for you?
- Yeah.

Sit down. Have some
wine. You look great.

I can't get over two country boys from
Virginia having lunch in a French café!

Have you ordered yet?

Two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
The waiter thought I was crazy.

You are, if you didn't order
a bowl of vichyssoise, too.

I'm not exactly a big
fan of cold potato soup.

I don't know how you
can come to France

and not sample some of
the greatest food in the world.

Watch me.

Last time I saw you, you were headed
towards Germany. What happened?

Oh, you haven't heard
yet? The war's over.

You smart-aleck.

I'm on my way to the replacement
depot to wait for my orders.

I think they'll be sending me
home, then probably to the Pacific.

Let's hope not. How long
you going to be in Paris?

Three days, and I don't
plan on sleeping a wink.

That's great. We'll go
fishing. I'll take a day off.

- Oh, now who's being a smart-aleck now?
- I'm serious.

The French... It's... It's
good fishing around here.

And the French make some of
the greatest tackle in the world.

- Not to mention girls, huh?
- That's right, yeah.

How come you're so big
on France all of a sudden?

I'm asking to be
discharged in Paris.

- You're not going home?
- Someday.

But I have an idea for a war
novel and I want to write it here.

I figure I can live pretty well on my
mustering-out pay, and if I need to,

I can take a part-time job
as a wire correspondent.

You write home about this yet?

Wasn't easy.

"I hope you understand
how important this is to me.

"I will see you someday soon,

"and will keep you in my
thoughts and prayers always.

"Love, John-Boy."

I vow and declare he makes Paris sound
like the most beautiful city in the world.

I was there once. I know
how tough it is for him to leave.

But what about us?
Doesn't he want to see us?

Sure he does, honey.
He's got things to do first.

I don't see why he
can't write his novel here.

Do you remember what
his last novel was about?

- Us.
- Well, that's why he wrote it here.

Now he wants to write about
his experiences in Europe.

It makes sense that he'd
wanna stay there to do it.

But it took him three
years to write his last novel.

Better not take him three
years to write this one.

At least the war is
over for John-Boy.

He's a grown man now,
making his own decisions.

Well, I'm still his sister, and I'm
gonna tell him what I think about this.

At least we can count on Ben and
Jim-Bob and Jason to come home.

Hope you're right.

I'm so mad at my older brother. I'm
going to give him a piece of my mind.

- What are you going to say?
- I'll figure that out as I go along.

I remember when John-Boy first moved
to New York, we all felt the same way.

You can't expect to keep
him on the Mountain forever.

It's one thing to go to New York.
It's another thing to not come back.

He'll be back.

France might be
romantic and beautiful,

but you can bet he'd
rather be here than there.

Well, good, 'cause as soon as he
reads this letter, he's coming home.

You know John-Boy
as well as I do.

A letter like that won't change his
mind. It'll just make him unhappy.

I'm sure this is one of the
hardest decisions he's ever made.

He needs to know
we're behind him.

You know, sometimes
you really get on my nerves.

Me? Why?

You're so logical.
Just like John-Boy.

Pretty good.

I got to hand it to you, John-Boy, you
sure know how to pick the fishing spots.

That stream came
highly recommended.

Maybe we should have
spoken French to the fish.

You mean, "Hey, bonjour,
fish! How about a little bite?"

- That's not French?
- It's the best I can do.

- It's not good enough.
- Doesn't matter.

It's just nice to be out here.
Kind of reminds me of home.

Me, too.

Except back in
Virginia, the fish bite.

Maybe we used the
wrong kind of bait.

Think maybe the next time we
gotta put a little béarnaise sauce

- on the night crawlers?
- Maybe.

Hey, look. This looks
like a good spot. Let's eat.

Sounds good to me.

A landmine!

Afternoon.

I am afraid I sold the last
copy of Walton's Mountain.

Simone, I need to talk to you.

- I am not interested.
- It's about the minefield story.

Then I am interested.

I went fishing today with
my brother, outside Épernay.

I watched a little boy die
from stepping on a landmine.

I heard on the radio
there was an accident.

I want to do the story.

I have done the research
already. You just have to write it.

Give it to me. I'll get
started right away.

- Do you want to discuss it with me?
- I'll call you.

- We could have lunch tomorrow.
- Okay.

We have grown used to death here in
France. The grown-ups, we expect it.

But not the little ones.

This must be your plate,
Cindy. You hardly touched it.

I ate all that I wanted.

Well, I think I ate too much.

Erin, the hours you
put in at that factory,

you deserve all the
nourishment you can get.

Ben?

Ben!

Cindy, Ben's overseas, remember?

Come on, let's sit down.

Something's
happened. I can feel it.

- Cindy, drink this, dear.
- Cindy, you've been imagining things.

No, I haven't. I saw him!

Sometimes I just feel
like I'm losing my mind.

I just think you
need a good rest.

I can't rest. I just lie in
bed and I worry about it.

Well, maybe you need to
go someplace else to rest.

- Don't you have an aunt in Richmond?
- Yeah. Aunt Edna, she's Daddy's sister.

We used to be close.

Well, now that's
just the ticket.

You just leave Ginny with me,
and you go get yourself relaxed.

- I don't know. I...
- Well, I do.

And I'm just gonna box you off
and send you there if I have to.

Ike? Corabeth? CINDY: Hi.

John! Cindy! Nice seeing you.

- Don't you look pretty!
- Thank you.

- What can I do for you?
- I need a ticket to Richmond.

Coming right up.

Ah! Now there is an area with
excellent suburban potential.

Cindy's not going there to
look at real estate, Corabeth.

- I just need a few days away.
- You try to get a rest.

And if you wanna stay
longer, you just call us.

If anything, I'll
come back sooner.

I already miss Ginny,
and I haven't even left yet.

We'll keep an eye on her.
You try to have a good time

and try to forget about
those nightmares.

Nightmares?

Were those those premonitions
you've been talking about, Cindy?

This is just a simple
family affair, Corabeth.

Here it is.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Okay, I think the bus is here.
- Then let's get you on it.

Bye-bye. CINDY: Bye.

Have a nice trip, Cindy.
- Thank you.

Wonder what's troubling Cindy.

Well, if you don't find out, you
could always make something up.

Mr. Godsey, I never before noticed
how close together your eyes were.

A little to your left.

Yeah, right there. Mark it.

Another day of this and I bet
you we can start building us a road.

You know, I think I'd rather
look at all these pretty trees

through this funny telescope.

Oh, Lord.

Amen.

- Hi.
- Good afternoon.

I'm sorry I'm late. I had to
finish going through this material.

This is sensational
stuff, it really is.

I am glad you finally
came to know that.

I talked to Major
Sawyer this morning.

He's in charge of the
mine clearance in this area.

I already met him.

- He's enthusiastic about the article.
- Ah!

I told him I didn't
think I could write it

unless I knew what it was
like to deactivate a mine.

So we're going out on
a minefield next week.

I did not expect you to risk
your life for this assignment.

You worried about me?

It wasn't easy to get these. There
must not be a chicken left in Europe.

After the way I treated
you the other night,

I am surprised these
are not hard-boiled.

Yeah, it occurred to me.

I cannot get involved
with an American soldier,

especially one who is
so soon to return home.

I'm staying in France
after my discharge.

I have heard that story ever
since my days in the Resistance.

- You worked in the Resistance?
- Surprised?

I'd like to talk to you about that
sometime. I want to write a book.

About the war?

I have an idea for a novel, set mostly
in France, about a war correspondent.

Hemingway used to
sit at Le Dome for hours,

papers spread out all over his
table, writing The Sun Also Rises.

F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote short
stories for the Saturday Evening Post

at another little
café across town.

Gertrude Stein, Ezra
Pound, the Murphys,

they've all worked in
Paris at one time or another.

Somerset Maugham, too. I
get excited just thinking about it.

I guess that's one reason why
I didn't want to do your story.

I was anxious to get
started on my own.

You are serious
about staying here?

You're becoming another
reason why I want to stay.

- You just wish to flatter me.
- No.

They are really drunk.

Sometimes you have to watch
it, because they are really drunk.

This is Monsieur
Bubon, the puppeteer.

Sometimes I think he was born
with a bottle of wine in his hand.

- Poor guy.
- No. He's wonderful.

We used to come here all
the time when I was a child,

every time my
family visited Paris.

The puppets, they
would make us laugh,

and we could stand at the
fountain and make wishes.

A friend of mine wrote about
this puppet show for the paper.

Oh, yes?

I guess the Germans
put it to good use.

During the Occupation,
they had little Hitlers out there,

parading around,
glorifying the Nazis.

It was a disgrace.

But I would still come
here when I felt troubled.

For me, this park, it has
always been a place to think.

Have you seen the puppet
show since Paris was freed?

No. We shall have to
see it together sometime.

- How about right now?
- It is in the daytime, the show.

- I'll wake the puppets up.
- John!

Good evening, Simone.

There is no use to bow,
John. We are friends.

I was just making sure
my shoelaces were tied.

You are very small for
being a newspaper reporter.

So I've been told.

But what I lack in size, I
make up for in feelings.

How is that?

I am in love, and wasting
away because of it.

A beautiful French
girl has stolen my heart.

- Oh! I do hope she gives it back.
- I will never allow that.

It is hers to keep, even if I
shrink to the size of a thimble.

Do I know this woman?

Can't you see? It is you I love.

Well, I am sorry. I
have bad news for you.

I am already attracted to another
man. He is five feet taller than you.

Now, he is also a newspaper
reporter, and his name is John, too.

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

Don't... Don't try to
comfort me! It's no use!

I shall just remain alone
forever with my pain.

John. I think you
better come out.

- What?
- John!

What? Oh!

I wonder how many people,
that tried to buy books today.

They'll be back.

I worry much.

They might take their business to
Madame Moulin's shop down the street.

If she has a copy of Walton's
Mountain, I may go there myself.

Now that is a very
dangerous thing to say.

You think I am jealous
about my customers,

watch how I am with my friends.

This has been a wonderful day.

- I have to tell you something, John.
- What's that?

I am not going to
fall in love with you,

and you are not going
to fall in love with me.

All right.

- It's late.
- I know.

They had an awful lot of
casualties in this area during the war.

Only now it's civilians instead of
soldiers who are the casualties.

Yes, as your friend Ma demoiselle
Berringer has a habit of reminding me.

How long do you think it
will take to clear the area out?

A week, if we don't
have any accidents.

- Good morning, Major Sawyer.
- Sergeant.

- Do we have a mine ready for Walton here?
- Yes, sir.

It's all yours, Walton. The
sergeant will walk you through it.

Right this way.

All right, here it is. Now
you're gonna need this.

That's a safety fork. Just stick
in your pocket for right now.

Now roll up your sleeves.

All the way up.

Here, you're gonna need this.

Hook the chin-strap. We don't
want a loose helmet falling on a mine.

- Are you ready?
- I'm ready.

Okay, come on down here.

Now, lift the cover off
the mine, be careful.

Go ahead.

Careful.

Steady. Steady.

Let him finish it.

Come on down here. Come on!

Now pick it up. It's
not going to bite you.

This is a pretty big mine.

Six pounds of cast TNT.

That ain't no anti-personnel
mine you're working on.

That thing is made
to blow up tanks.

Now, check under and
around it for booby traps.

Not with your
hands! Just eyeball it!

It's not booby-trapped. If it
was, we'd both know it by now.

Look, I don't wanna blow anybody up here.
I'm think I'm in a little bit over my head.

All right, now check the fuse.
It's right there, dead-center.

Check it for damage.

- It looks practically brand new.
- Good.

Now take the safety fork and
put it in the slot right under there.

The safety fork, I
put it in your pocket.

Careful. Careful.

Careful!

All right, I think
that's enough.

- Thank you, Sergeant. You're dismissed.
- Yes, sir.

Mine's a dummy, Walton,
the kind we use in training.

If it weren't, I'm afraid I wouldn't
be speaking to you right now.

Why the hell did you put me through
that? I could have had a heart attack!

A lot of people, including you,
including Ma demoiselle Berringer

and even including my superiors,

have had the attitude that
anyone can defuse a mine.

Perhaps now you can
help me change that attitude.

I need demolition experts,
men who can train other men.

I'm counting on you
to get them for me.

Okay.

- Hello, Rose!
- Hi there!

- Is something the matter?
- Uh, is... Is John around?

No, no, he went in to
Richmond to pick up Cindy.

- They won't be back till suppertime.
- Oh.

Well, this came for
Cindy a while ago.

Oh, my Lord.

She knew something
was wrong. She knew it.

We always think the worst these
days when a telegram comes

and it's not always bad news.

News from a cousin, a birth in the
family, even a note from her father.

Oh...

I'd like to believe that,

but I just keep going back
to those nightmares of hers.

I think we'd all rest a lot easier
if we knew what was in there.

I just can't do that.
It's addressed to Cindy.

Want some help?

No, thanks, Elizabeth,
I'll take care of it.

Well, at least you can
let me set the table.

Sure hope Daddy and Cindy
make it home in time for supper.

You know, Drew invited me

to spend the weekend in Virginia
Beach with him and his family.

Is that so?

Yeah, we're gonna go sailing.

Mr. Cutler used to be
in the Navy, you know.

Rose, are you
sure you're all right?

Well, I'm just feeling a little peaked.
You know how you do this time of day.

Well, why don't
you let me finish?

Look who we found
walking down the road.

Jim-Bob!

- Hey!
- Hello!

What's for dinner,
Rose? I'm starved.

Nothing special, I'm afraid.

Well, it doesn't have
to be a turkey dinner,

just as long as it's better than
the chow they serve at Langley.

Well, you don't
look starved to me.

That's because all those cute
girls keep feeding me up there.

- I'll bet!
- Well, it's true.

I've got dinners booked till
Christmas, unless I go overseas first.

Elizabeth, I think I will
turn supper over to you.

- I believe I'll go and lie down for a bit.
- I'll take that, Rose.

- Aren't you feeling well?
- Just a little tired.

Well, maybe I should
have a look at you.

I'd just as soon be left
alone right now, Mary Ellen.

- Is something wrong with Rose?
- She's been acting that way all afternoon.

- Well, I hope she's not getting sick.
- Yeah, me, too.

You know what that means.
I'll have to eat your cooking.

- Oh!
- Your cooking.

- Then here, take this.
- And you can have this, too.

Come on, what is this? I just got
home. I only have a three-day pass.

Well, that's good. You'll even have
time to clean up when you're through.

- Let's go!
- Come on! Give me a break!

The place is empty.

That means nobody is
pushing the deadline but me.

- Does that happen often?
- Only when I'm distracted.

It's from my sister, Elizabeth.

- Elizabeth, which one is she?
- The youngest.

Oh! She's the one
with the red hair,

and the eyes, they hold
all the secrets of the world?

I get the feeling there is a
special bond between you two.

It's the first-born
and the last.

Everybody else
is just as special,

but they're all kind of
sandwiched in between.

Let me read a part of this.

- "Dear John-Boy..."
- John-Boy.

"You should see the Mountain this
year. It's never been more beautiful.

"Everything is in bloom,
daffodils, honeysuckle, wild roses.

"The air smells like
Corabeth's perfume counter.

"I've been taking Pepper, my
horse, on long walks through the hills.

"It takes me hours to get the brambles
out of my clothes and Pepper's legs,

"but it's worth it to go up
and sit by the Rockfish River

"and listen to the C&O
rumble by in the distance.

"With everything
changing the way it is,

"it's nice to know that there's a part of
the world that always stays the same.

"All my love, Elizabeth."

Your Mountain, it sounds lovely.

It's a wonderful place to
sit and think and dream.

And write.

Well, we have work to do.

- That's them.
- Good. I'm starved.

Jim-Bob! Daddy's home!

You feeling better, Rose?

- Well, look who's home!
- Hi!

How long you home for, son?
- Three days.

- I feel a lot better. Hi!
- Hi!

- You look rested.
- Oh! Thank you!

You were right, a vacation
was all that I needed. Thanks.

Rose, what's the matter?

This came today.
Telegram for Cindy.

Read it.

"The Secretary of the Navy
deeply regrets having to inform you

"that your husband, Seaman
First Class Benjamin Walton,

"was taken prisoner by the enemy
in the Pacific Theater of Operations."

Dear God.

I put supper in
the refrigerator.

Seems like we've been down
this road so many times before.

Curt, John-Boy, now Ben.

One of my best buddies just
got shipped off to the Pacific.

Two of his brothers are
already in military hospitals.

It makes you wonder how much
more we're going to have to go through.

Makes me wonder why.

There's a whole lot
of people out there

want to turn this
world into rubble.

At least we got the consolation
that Ben is fighting against them.

- I hope nothing happens to him.
- I know, honey.

Ben's gonna be all right.

Of course he is.

I'm not just saying
that. I know that now.

This is the letter that
I got from him today.

It was written three weeks ago.

"I don't have much time to
write, but I wanted to tell you

"how much I miss you and
Ginny and the rest of the family.

"For the last couple of weeks, I've been
having the same dream over and over.

"I picture myself getting off a ship
and walking onto the docks at Norfolk.

"All of a sudden,
you're standing there,

"looking more beautiful
than you ever have.

"It seems like we stare at each
other for hours without moving.

"Next thing I know,
you're in my arms."

I had a premonition
and it came true.

Ben's had one, too. And
I'm just gonna have to trust it.

John, I missed you
the last few days.

I haven't had a
chance to breathe.

My phone hasn't stopped
ringing ever since the story hit print.

- The article is wonderful.
- I'm glad you like it.

I think it will do a lot to
clear out the minefields.

I especially liked this part.

"One of the leaders in the
effort to rid the countryside

"of these terrifying dangers
is a beautiful, young,

"industrious Frenchwoman
named Simone Berringer."

Too bad we couldn't
get a plug in for the store.

- Is something the matter?
- Yeah.

This came from my family.

My brother Ben has been
taken prisoner by the Japanese.

The war goes on, doesn't it?

I used to hate to have
him tag along after me.

I wouldn't mind turning around
and seeing him there now.

You're going home, aren't you?

- My family needs me.
- So do I.

The brave Resistance fighter.
All the promises I made to myself,

and I have fallen in love
with an American soldier.

I want you to come back home
with me. I want you to marry me.

I can't stand the thought of
being without you, but marriage?

We don't know each
other well enough for that.

Time has nothing to do with it. We
belong together. We love each other.

When will you leave?

As soon as possible. I'm
making arrangements today.

I need to think. I
need to be alone.

This is sudden for both of us.

I don't expect you to
make up your mind now.

Take some time. We
can meet this evening.

- At our park?
- Yeah, at our park.

I don't wanna lose you, Simone.

- Sergeant Walton reporting, sir.
- Good afternoon.

I suppose you gentlemen
know why you're here?

No, sir.

Well, if you'd read the latest issues
of Stars and Stripes, you'd know

there's a very fine article in it
about active minefields in this area.

Your camp commander saw it

and volunteered you men
for duty deactivating mines.

Excuse me, sir, but my squad
was waiting to be shipped home.

- In the meantime, we need you here.
- Yes, sir.

Major, sir, it's been months since
we had any demolition training.

By the time we're through with
you, you'll be able to defuse mines

- in your sleep, soldier.
- Yes, sir.

Sergeant Norton
will be right with you.

I was just beginning
to like this Army.

Loafing around, waiting for the
transports, three-day passes in Paris.

I was kind of getting
to enjoy it, myself.

Love to get my hands on
the jerk who wrote that article.

So would I.

Did you make the arrangements?

I'm leaving tomorrow. You
can follow in a week, if you'd like.

All you have to do is get in
touch with Hodges at the office.

- Just...
- John... You've been crying.

I wish you could hold
me like this always.

- Just say the word.
- If only I could.

This park and I, we have
been friends for a long time now.

We have seen this country
fall and rise up again.

I made some hard decisions
here, but never anything like this.

I love you, John, but I
cannot go with you. Not now.

You are needed in your
home, and I am needed at mine.

That's not the answer
I wanted to hear.

It's not the one
I wanted to give.

Oh, Simone, I'm sorry I
put you through all this.

I have no regrets.

I would not trade our time
together for anything in the world.

- We'll see each other again, I promise.
- Uh-uh.

- No promises.
- No, I'm gonna come back for you.

We're gonna get
married, I promise.

I'll write that novel I've
been dreaming about.

- I love you.
- I love you, too, with all my heart.

Simone and I corresponded
after I came home,

but gradually the time between
letters grew longer and longer.

The next time I went
back to Paris was in 1956.

Simone's bookstore
was gone and so was she.

Someone on the street thought she
may have married and moved to London,

but I never did
find out for sure.

I'm glad you decided to
come home, John-Boy.

So am I.

Do you think Ben's
going to be all right?

Cindy says he is. That's
good enough for me.

- Good night, John-Boy.
- Good night, Elizabeth.

English -SDH