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

Something wrong?

Yeah, we've got a little
problem with the brakes.

Hang on, Jim-Bob.

Jim-Bob was in that car!

Jason, go get my
bag, it's in the car.

- Do you believe in love at first sight?
- Quiet, I'm counting.

What do you think you're doing?

- Marry me... now.
- I can't.

- No.
- Yes.

- Yes.
- Yes?

- Yes.
- Yes.



I have to know if you've
ever seen this man before.

It's my husband Curt. He
was killed at Pearl Harbor.

Where did you get this?

I took it myself
about a month ago.

As World War II was gradually
consigned to the pages of history books,

life on Walton's Mountain
began returning to normal.

Store shelves bulged
with food and other goods

that ha d been scarce
during the fighting,

and families were reunited as
the young men headed home.

But peace didn't necessarily
mean an end to turbulence.

Life would always somehow
manage to keep us off balance.

How far are you going?

Well, it's hard to say, soldier.
I keep aiming at the horizon,

but it somehow manages
to stay in front of me.



Name is Arlington
Westcott Jones Ill.

- That's a mouthful.
- Yeah.

- You can call me Jonesy.
- My name's James Robert Walton.

My family calls me Jim-Bob.

Which way you headed, Jim-Bob?

Well, I got a two week furlough and
I'm headed home, to Walton's Mountain.

Yeah? Well, you can point
me to it. I'll take you there.

You haven't got much choice.
That's where this road goes.

Oh, no.

Something wrong?

Yeah, we've got a little
problem with the brakes.

Hang on, Jim-Bob.

Well?

Well, what?

Well, you said you wanted to come
along so we could talk about something.

Dew Drop Inn's for sale.

Corabeth's been
pushing that wreck

ever since Callie closed
it up and moved away.

What would you say
if I told you I bought it?

Look out!

Jim-Bob was in that car!

Maybe you better try
the emergency brake.

It's no use. It never did work.

You better do something.
That next turn's a beaut.

Hang on. Hang on.

Jim-Bob!

- What happened?
- Brakes went out.

- Are you all right?
- It's Jonesy you better look at.

Easy.

Jason, go get my
bag, it's in the car.

And to think I could hardly
wait to get out of the service.

Civilian life can be dangerous.

I spend the best part of my
youth defending this country,

and some used car dealer in San Francisco
sells me a lemon at black market prices.

Well, it's been a long war.
There's nothing left but lemons.

It was a bearing in Cheyenne, a
water pump in Milwaukee, and now this.

Jim-Bob said there was
an accident on the Mountain.

Well, I shudder to think
what could have happened.

This is the driver, Jonesy.

- Hi. I'm Erin.
- You're pretty.

I think he'll live, Mary Ellen.

All right, follow my finger.

How do you happen to know
so much about medicine?

- I'm a nurse.
- On her way to being a doctor.

Working much too
hard at it, if you ask me.

Well, you check out fine so far,
but you might have a concussion,

so I'd like to keep an
eye on you for a while.

That's okay with me.

It was fun riding down here
with my head in your lap.

Well, now what do you plan to
do that you're out of the service?

I'm doing it. Seeing the USA.

No maps, no
schedules, coast to coast.

Sleeping in the
sunshine, eating all I want.

- Meeting beautiful women.
- You can't do that forever.

Well, now most veterans are settling
into jobs, making up for lost time.

I got four years to
make up for myself,

and I'm not going to do it
sitting in some stuffy office.

I want to breathe fresh air,

see what's over the hill,
around the next curve.

After today, I think you
ought to give up on curves.

John Curtis is up and,
boy, is he in a bad mood.

He's always crabby after
a nap. I'll take care of him.

Hey, Jonesy, me and
Ben are gonna go up

and see if we can get you
car running. Is that okay?

- Yeah, I'll go with you.
- No, you won't.

I'd like you to take it easy
until I'm sure you're okay.

She's little but she's mean.

- Hey, Jim-Bob, ready to go?
- Yeah. Hey, Ben, this is Jonesy.

Jonesy, this is my brother Ben.

- Hey.
- How do you do?

Sorry to hear what happened.

Yeah, sure puts me in a spot.

Is there a hotel around
here, or a tourist house?

Not around here. I'll tell you what,
I'm a little shorthanded in the mill,

and if you want to give me a hand,
you can stay there until your car's fixed.

Thank you. But I'm not
in the market for a job.

At least not in the
foreseeable future anyway.

Well, it's only temporary. And
you can have meals with the family.

It's a deal. When do I start?

Well, not today. You're
going to lie down for a while.

Okay, we'll see you later.

- Bye.
- Bye. All right.

Got another worker.

- Give me a hand.
- I think you'll live.

You bet.

We'll get a cot set
up for you in the mill,

but for now I'd like
you to rest right here.

Are you going to
read to me, too?

Uncle Wiggley is my favorite.

I think I'll just try and
keep things quiet for you.

All right.

- Do you believe in love at first sight?
- Quiet, I'm counting.

I'm not sure, but I think
that's what happened

when I opened my eyes and
saw you staring down at me.

If you keep on raving like that,

I'm gonna know for sure
that you have a head injury.

What do you think you're doing?

Who's that?

This is John Curtis, my son.

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

I didn't know I was
kissing a married lady.

Well, maybe you'll stop
and think next time. Come on.

I don't remember it
being this run down.

Oh, why, the
possibilities are endless.

You could easily extend the bar
and make it into a concert stage,

and there's still plenty
of room for seating.

A concert stage?

But you said buying the Dew Drop would
enable you to continue your musical career.

It will. I used to play here before
I went into the Army, remember?

But I assumed...

Well, I assumed you intend
to turn this into a concert hall.

I'm not good enough, Corabeth.

I just wanted to keep
the Dew Drop running

so I'd have a place to play my
tunes and an audience to hear them.

I find that piece of news
extremely distressing.

I had hoped that the community would
never again have to suffer a roadhouse.

Is my piano bar
around here someplace?

Well, I understand
that Callie sold it.

Because once you went in the Army, there
was no one left to play it, of course.

But there is a perfectly
respectable player piano.

The only respectable thing
in this roadhouse, I might add.

I reckon it'll have
to do for now.

Had you considered

turning this into a
restaurant or a little theater?

The community is simply
desperate for a cultural center.

It's the Dew Drop
or nothing, Corabeth.

I'm beginning to
wish it was nothing.

Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Rose sent me out
here. Is this for me?

It is if you're Jonesy.

It's not the most
comfortable bed in the world,

but it's got to be
better than the Marines.

How do you feel?

I'm finding muscles
I didn't know I had.

You were still asleep
in the living room

when I brought the linens down.

- I'm Cindy, Ben's wife. Hi.
- Cindy.

- I'm Elizabeth.
- Elizabeth.

- How many people live out here anyway?
- There are a lot of us.

I wouldn't try and count
us, we come and go so fast.

Well, I guess I've met just about
everybody except for Mary Ellen's husband.

Mary Ellen's been a
widow for four years.

Curt was killed at Pearl Harbor.

I'm awfully sorry. She
deserves better than that.

Well, it was a long time ago. She
hardly ever talks about it anymore.

It's just too bad she
hasn't found anybody else.

- Well, she's choosey.
- Choosey, huh?

We'll just see about that.

It's kind of late for
you to be up, isn't it?

I was just trying to get caught
up on my chemistry assignments.

Everything sort of runs
together this time of night.

What are you doing up?

I have a little trouble
sleeping sometimes.

You know, I've been
halfway around the world

and I have never seen
the stars brighter anywhere.

That's because the air is
so clear in the mountains.

See that little pattern of stars over
there about to disappear behind the barn?

That's Andromeda.

I never knew it had a name.

Andromeda was a princess

who was rescued from a sea
monster by Perseus, her future husband.

And now she's living
happily ever after up there?

So, tell me about your husband.

He was a doctor.
He was very special.

He didn't have to join
the Army when he did,

he just believed it was
the right thing to do.

Is he the reason you're
beating your brains out,

trying to memorize
the periodic table?

He wanted to
contribute something,

to make a better world
for the future. So do I.

Yeah. I quit believing in a future
the day I waded ashore at Iwo Jima.

I promised
myself, if I survived,

I would try to live every day
for itself. Each one is like a gift,

and my only
responsibility is to enjoy it.

- That sounds very selfish to me.
- You should try it sometime.

You're too young to be
getting all those frown lines.

I better be getting back.

I have about two hours of studying
to do and early class tomorrow.

Andromeda's almost gone.

She'll be back tomorrow
night, same time, same place,

and next year, and for
1,000 years after that.

Whether or not I keep wandering,

or whether or not you
get your chemistry done.

Goodnight.

I'm... I better...

I got to get back to the mill.

I'm starting to feel like I
might want to kiss you again.

- Here you go, honey. Hot off the griddle.
- Thank you.

Is anybody asking to
want more batter cakes?

- I do.
- All right.

Jim-Bob, you're
shoveling it in again.

I wanna get started
on Jonesy's car.

Oh, what a dreamer. You'll
never get that clunker going again.

It was a waste of time
going up there after it.

Look who's up.

- Hey, Jonesy.
- Hi.

There's a woodpecker working on a tree
out by the mill, or I'd still be asleep.

Why don't you sit down
and have some breakfast?

Another five minutes and you would
have missed breakfast altogether.

Meals are served
on time around here.

Just like in the
Marine Corps, huh?

You're starting to understand.

Is your mother always this
grouchy in the morning, Johnny,

or does she
save it for visitors?

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Take a look at this.
What do you think?

"Dew Drop Inn. Jason Walton"?

- What does this mean, Jason?
- You were serious about buying that place?

I've got to do something
now that I'm out of the Army.

I know the Dew Drop, and it
seemed like a good opportunity.

But you're a college graduate. You
shouldn't be running a roadhouse.

What's wrong with that?

I don't know. It just seems
like a waste of talent.

Mama's going to hate it. She didn't
want you working there in the first place.

You should have talked
it over with us first, Jason.

I'm beginning to wish I
hadn't even told you about it.

You'll never open in two weeks. I've
seen that place, it needs lots of work.

I hope you're not
counting on the mill money.

We're spread
pretty thin as it is.

Don't worry, I'm not
asking for your help.

I just thought you'd
be glad for me, is all.

Guess I should
have known better.

Thanks for all the good wishes.

Makes me glad I'm an only child.

A little good advice
wouldn't hurt you either. Bye.

- She's crazy about me.
- I can tell.

Would you mind if I
put this in your window?

Oh, well, Jason, I don't
think it would be appropriate

for a family store
to advertise a tavern.

Perhaps you can nail it on
a tree or a telephone pole.

But you sold it to me.

Believing that your intentions
were of a far more honorable nature.

Look, Corabeth, I'm
gonna need your support

if I'm going to make
a go of this thing.

Jason, I would gladly support
an eating establishment.

A concert hall would earn my
undying respect and devotion.

But I cannot in good conscience
endorse a common highway hangout.

Fine. If that's the way you feel
about it, I don't need your help.

I don't need Mary Ellen's
help, I don't need Ben's,

and I don't need yours.

What did I do?

I'm going back to my realty.

The mercantile's giving
me a sick headache.

Oh, Jim-Bob, if you're
looking for that leftover chicken,

I'm afraid it's turned into
chicken salad sandwiches.

That's okay, Rose. I'll
settle for a piece of this cake.

- How's my car coming, Jim-Bob?
- More dead than alive.

I've been working on it for a week now and
it's still got serious internal injuries.

- Hi, Mary Ellen.
- Hello.

Thanks, Jim-Bob.

You got to learn all of this?

Yes. Can I please have it
back, so I can finish studying?

Glad I caught you
in a good mood.

Oh, I'm sorry. I've been a bear lately
and I didn't mean to take it out on you.

It's okay. I've got a top sergeant
who does the same thing.

- What's going on here?
- Johnny and I are going on a picnic.

Says who?

Well, it's by mutual
agreement. Right, Johnny?

I thought you were
supposed to be helping Ben?

Well, I gave myself
the afternoon off.

Why don't you pry yourself
away from that pile of books there

and come along with us?

It might be a nice change
for you, Mary Ellen.

I'm not going anywhere this
afternoon and neither is this young man.

I've got a lot of studying to
do, and he has to take his nap.

Suit yourself. But what do you
want your son to remember?

That his mother was a grind,

or that she took him
on a picnic one fine day?

Would you like an apple?

That's the same question Eve
asked Adam, and look where it got him.

A simple yes or
no would do fine.

Okay, Johnny. Here you go.

Why don't you take that?

Maybe you can share that with
that squirrel we spotted earlier.

Okay? Go look for
him. There he is.

Why do you call him Johnny?

Because it suits him. Why
do you call him John Curtis?

Curtis was his father's name.

Here. For you.

Johnny and I found
that down by the creek.

It feels slippery.

It's soapstone. It's part talc, part
chlorite, a little magnetite thrown in.

It's probably hundreds
of millions of years old.

You know all that
just by looking at it?

You can tell a lot about
things just by looking.

How do you happen to
know so much about rocks?

Geology was my major in college. I
spent four years studying the earth

and four years watching
it being blown full of holes.

You're not like any
scientist I've ever met.

We don't all wear beards and
horn-rimmed glasses, you know.

Not in a laboratory
like this anyway.

I haven't been up
here in a long time.

I'd forgotten how beautiful
it is and how peaceful.

It's amazing to think that all
this was under water once,

all the way up to the
Mississippi Valley.

My Grandfather used to find
sea fossils right here. Shells, coral.

He loved this mountain.
He's buried up near the top.

I thought I felt
something special here.

Don't go. What did I do?

I better go check
on John Curtis.

I'm starting to feel like I
might want to kiss you.

I think this place is worse
than when we started.

That's because I've been taking
care of all the stuff that doesn't show.

The bar sink was
leaking, the wiring is shot.

I spent two days getting
the beer license renewed.

I think you better hire
yourself some help.

I can't afford it. Not
at 75 cents an hour.

Jason, I hate to tell you this,

but at the rate you're going,
you're not gonna open on time.

I'm doing fine, Ike. Thanks
for bringing the paint by.

Okay.

By the way, Corabeth
wants to know what's going on

between Mary Ellen and that
young man that's staying at the house.

And you know Corabeth, she can
smell a romance a mile down the road.

- Not this time, Ike.
- Oh.

It's kind of chilly to be
out for a walk, isn't it?

I saw your light.

I was just trying to
read myself to sleep.

We missed you at supper.

I was studying, trying to
make up for this afternoon.

I'm sorry you have
to work so late.

I'm not. It was a wonderful day.

I just wanted to tell you that.

Would you mind if I
kissed you goodnight?

What do you think
I'm doing here?

Whirlwind Jones, they called me

down at the Surfside Cafe
down the Pacific Beach.

We could have 30
customers or more

lined up and hungry, and I
would never forget an order.

Mmm-hmm.

No. I worked my way
through college that way.

Hey, well, take it easy!
Those are my eggs.

- Over easy, just like you wanted.
- Thank you.

This guy is something
else. But unpredictable.

Just yesterday I was going out
to start an order, he finished it.

He worked all night to do it.

But then I want to go deliver
it, I can't find him anywhere.

Well, good Lord, don't let
him get away after breakfast.

He promised to
reshingle the roof for me.

- Good morning, Jason.
- Morning!

- Jonesy's taking the breakfast orders.
- And the show is

- almost as good as the food.
- Nothing for me, thanks.

- I've got to get to work.
- Jason, you have got to

get a meal into you. You're beginning
to look like death warmed over.

Don't count on me for supper, either.
I've got a lot of last-minute things to do.

- Can I give you an hand?
- No, thanks. I'm doing fine on my own.

I wish we hadn't
been so mean to him.

- Morning, everybody.
- Morning.

Mary Ellen, I thought you'd
be long gone to school by now.

- What have you done with my son?
- He's with Cindy and Virginia.

- Good morning.
- Good morning. We missed you.

Well, I thought I'd sleep in.

Meals are served on time
around here, you know.

What do you think this
is, the Marine Corps?

Jonesy! It's running! Come see!

My car? You're
kidding! I've got to see it.

I don't believe it.

- I've got to see this.
- You did that?

I want a ride in that thing.

It sounds better than
it ever did, Jim-Bob!

- It's purring like a kitten.
- I don't know what I owe you,

- but it isn't enough!
- I'm not saying it was tough,

but I'll be glad to get
back to airplane engines.

Thanks, Jim-Bob.
Open road, here I come.

Mary Ellen! Mary Ellen, wait!

Mary Ellen!

Mary Ellen, let me in.

I want to talk to you.

Hey, Jonesy, where you going?

What's he doing?

Where are you going?

- Go away.
- Open up.

- No!
- Mary Ellen, please. Let me in.

If you leave now, you can
be in Washington by dark.

- Come with me.
- You're crazy.

What are you're doing?

If you don't let me in
there, I'll be out here all day.

You don't owe me anything. Just hit the
road, so I can start living my life again.

Look, I thought about this all night.
I don't want to leave without you.

- It's impossible.
- Nothing's impossible.

I have a son, remember?

So, the three of us will
have a wonderful time.

- What about pre-med?
- What about life, Mary Ellen?

There's so much to see out
there, and we can see it together.

- Say yes.
- No.

Yes.

Mary Ellen, are you all right?

- Marry me... now.
- I can't.

- Mary Ellen?
- No!

Yes.

- Yes.
- Yes?

- Yes.
- Yes.

I don't believe it!

- She said yes. She's going to marry me.
- Congratulations!

- Congratulations!
- I can't believe this.

I don't know, Jason, if you
go through anymore turpentine,

there's not going to be
any left in the whole county.

It's for cleaning up, Ike.

I've been getting more paint on
the floors than I have anywhere else.

Well, I'll tell you what, I'm sure
looking forward to that grand opening.

- Me, too. Thanks, Ike.
- You're most welcome.

Here you go.

- Well, Miss, what can I do for you?
- Excuse me.

I just got off the bus.
I need some advice.

Advice? You don't want to talk to
me. That's my wife's department.

How may I help you?

I need a place to stay. I
was wondering if there was

a hotel or a motor court nearby?

Oh, mercy, no. There isn't a hotel
around for miles. But Zuleika Dunbar

has a rooming house just a
short distance up the road.

It's on the right.
You can't miss it.

Thank you very much.
I'm much obliged.

Are you intending on staying
in our little hamlet for long?

Just a day or so. I'm
looking for Mary Ellen Willard.

Well, I guess you won't
be wearing this again.

If I have any doubts
at all, it's about that.

But Jonesy says I have the rest of my life
to go back to school, and I will someday.

Mary Ellen, Mama and
Daddy always taught us

not to put things off. I just
don't think they'd approve.

We're going to stop and see
them on our way to Mexico.

That's where Jonesy says
we're going to spend the winter.

He said he knows a place down
there where you can spear fish

- and camp out right on the beach.
- You'll have to learn Spanish.

John Curtis can
learn how to swim.

I remember the last time
I was packing like this.

I was going to Hawaii to be with
Curt, till the war got in the way.

That can't stop you now.

This is all John Curtis
knows of his father,

yet that was almost
his first word, "Daddy."

I don't want him
to forget Curt, ever.

This is going to be one
of the first things I send for.

I'll remember where you put it.

- Hey, Rose, what's in the punch?
- Apple juice and ginger ale.

Well, that was the best I
could do on short notice.

Well, we ought to have a
toast to the happy couple.

Yeah, here's to the shortest
engagement on record.

Cheers.

And here's to Jonesy, you
better take care of my big sister.

And here's to Mary Ellen, thanks
for getting Jonesy out of my hair!

I'm going to miss
you two so much,

but I think I'm going to
miss John Curtis even more.

Me, too, Cindy.

Shoot. I was hoping I could get
through one day without tears.

So were we all, Rose.

Why don't we roll back this rug? I'd
like to have a dance with my sister.

You know, it's too bad the Dew
Drop doesn't open until tomorrow night.

We could move the
whole party over there.

Why don't we do it anyway? You
know, kind of like a sneak preview.

It's a good idea. I'd like
Jason to know I'm on his side.

Jason should be here
to celebrate anyways.

I'll just babysit. I've got a
nice, new movie magazine.

You all go on ahead.
I want to change first.

Me, too. This is the last engagement
party I'm ever going to have,

and I'm going to
make the most of it.

- Hey, Jason!
- Turn them on.

Where did he go?

- Jason?
- Welcome to the Dew Drop disaster.

The Titanic was
nothing compared to this.

You were absolutely right, Ben.
Piano players make lousy businessmen.

- I never said that.
- Seems like the more I did around here,

- the more there was to do.
- Why didn't you holler for help?

I got the chairs glued, then
the tables started falling apart.

We didn't give him much
moral support, if you remember.

Then I got the tables fixed...

Got the tables fixed, then
there was this leak in the roof,

- so I had to refinish the floor.
- Look, Jason.

You ever hear of a place that
closed the night before it opened?

- Jason...
- I should have listened to you.

Well, would you listen to me
now? We can bail you out of this.

But the first thing is,
we have to sober you up.

I'll go see if
there's a coffee pot.

Okay, Elizabeth.

Look, Jim-Bob, you and
Erin start checking the chairs.

See how many chairs
and tables we can use.

I was hoping nobody would find
out, but I'm murder with a paint brush.

Great. Why don't
you get started.

I'll join you when I get
everything else organized.

Aye, aye, sir.

Look, Jason, I won't
have everything perfect.

The important thing
is, you're going to open.

- You think so?
- Even if it takes all night.

And it's going
to take all night.

There's a bottle for Virginia in
the refrigerator if she wakes up.

- Oh, and...
- And be sure John Curtis is covered up.

You both tell me the
same things every time.

- Are you Mary Ellen?
- No, I am.

I'm sorry to bother
you this way.

I have to know if you've
ever seen this man before.

It's my husband Curt. He
was killed at Pearl Harbor.

Where did you get this?

I took it myself
about a month ago.

About a year ago, a man
calling himself Curtis Packer

moved into the little town
where I live, Larksburg in Florida.

I work part time at
the general store there,

and he runs this little
guide service for tourists.

He takes them out
hunting and fishing

and he'd come into the
store for advice, equipment.

He took to coming over and spending
Saturday evenings on my front porch.

You get to feeling awful
close to someone like that.

What's he like?

He's a good man,
he's a gentle man.

Every once in a while, something
dark seems to come over him.

He doesn't talk, he hardly even smiles,
he takes to driving those back roads

like he's hoping
to kill himself.

I worry about him, but I learned not to
say anything. It just makes him worse.

My Curt wasn't like
that. He wasn't moody.

About a month ago, he came in, and
he was drunk, and he had a letter to mail.

He hadn't written
a letter before,

and I couldn't help but
notice where it was going.

Mary Ellen Willard,
Walton's Mountain, Virginia.

- I never got a letter.
- He came back about an hour later.

He'd sobered up, but he was in a real
state, thinking that letter had gone out.

I gave it back to him.

I haven't seen him since.

- Did he leave town?
- He still runs his little place,

and he comes in to the store
for equipment when I'm not there.

Goes off fishing and hunting
for days at a time, all by himself.

But he doesn't come
by to sit anymore.

He is afraid of something,
and I'm afraid for him.

Now, I was just hoping there
was something you could tell me

to make him feel better.

This man is harder than
Curt. The eyes are different.

- He'd be older, Mary Ellen.
- Curt is dead!

He was killed at Pearl Harbor. I have
the medal they gave him posthumously.

This is not my husband.

If I was you, I'd want to
come and see for myself.

I've already lost him once. I can't
go through that a second time.

Do you know why I'm so
certain this man he isn't Curt?

Because if he were, he would
be here with me, with our son.

But he's not, and to believe that he
might be is just to believe in fairy tales.

Curt is dead, and there is
no happy ending for that.

It's open.

May I come in?

Sorry I didn't make
it to the Dew Drop.

- We were there most of the night.
- Must have been some party.

There's still a lot to do yet, but
at least Jason will open tonight.

I hope you'll be my date.

I heard about your visitor.

I've been thinking.

Maybe we'd better
not rush into anything.

I mean, I could keep on in school for now,
and Boatwright has a geology department.

You could teach, or take
some classes on the G.I. Bill.

We could get to know
each other better.

Then we could get married
at the end of the semester,

- if we still feel the same.
- That's four months away.

- Is it such a long time?
- Don't ask me to wait.

I can't right now. There is something
pulling at me to keep going, to keep...

Proving that I'm alive.

You don't have to
prove that to me.

Sometimes when I
wake up in the morning,

I find myself reaching
for my helmet.

And then, I remember there's
nobody waiting to kill me today.

There's nobody I have to
kill. I can walk on a beach,

and I don't have to look over my
shoulder. I can drive coast to coast,

and I don't have to worry
about the roads being mined.

The things that I took for
granted the first 25 years of my life,

I'm starting to discover
them all over again.

Don't ask me to
slow down. Not yet.

This is the medal they
gave Curt for bravery.

Everything seems to
remind me of him today.

I can take you so far away from
it that it won't ever hurt you again.

Corabeth, I don't like to
tell you this, but, you know,

that hat looks awful funny on you
when you wear it here in the store.

It is a matter of
professionalism, Mr. Godsey.

When one is in business,

one must look businesslike.

Where, may I ask, are you going?

Tonight is the grand
opening of the Dew Drop Inn.

I thought that we
had discussed that.

We did discuss
it, and I'm going.

Very well.

You know what? It sure would
be nice if you went with me.

It's a matter of standards,
Mr. Godsey. Principles, if you will.

Okay.

- Goodnight.
- Goodbye.

- Goodbye?
- Mr. Godsey, don't you see?

This is the beginning of the end
for us. It starts out all very simply.

A visit to a friend's establishment,
a night on the town with the boys,

a harmless game of cards.

Oh, no. Now, you know that Jason
would never allow card playing there.

And the next thing you know,
you're hanging out with ruffians

and hoodlums and going to
burlesque houses and bars and

coming home at all hours of the
night with liquor on your breath

and lipstick on your collar, where you
let some female nibble on your neck!

- Oh, Ike, how could you?
- Corabeth, I'm sorry.

I didn't think it
would go that far.

Wait a minute. What
am I doing? I'm doing...

You know what? I think you better go
along with me and save me from myself.

But...

Perhaps I should
consider it an obligation.

Although it does mean
compromising my principles.

Well, I'll...

I'll just change into something
a little less businesslike.

And, Ike... I forgive you.

- This one there?
- That's right. You see this is...

What is she doing up
there? It's after 8:00.

Trying to make it look like
she hasn't been crying all day.

I should have carried her away
when I had that ladder up her window.

She'll be all right.

- Where is everybody?
- Well, everybody's gone.

But John Curtis, Jonesy
and I are right here.

Come on, Johnny.
Upsy daisy, there we go.

Don't you keep Elizabeth
up too late now, Johnny.

Oh, he won't. I'm still
tired from last night.

Goodnight, sweetie.

Want to help me pick this up?

My dad.

Daddy.

That's what I want
to know, why not?

You have no better
argument than that?

Jim-Bob, what do you think?

- How's everybody doing over here?
- Okay.

Oh, Jason, the
place looks lovely.

I've seen nightclubs in Baltimore that
didn't look any nicer than this. Really.

- Thanks, Rose.
- And your customers are first class.

- The best!
- Look who's here.

- Mary Ellen.
- Hi!

- Thanks for coming.
- How are you?

- Jonesy! Congratulations!
- Oh, no!

- Jim-Bob?
- I'll see what I can do to fix it.

Now, wait a minute,
everybody! Don't go away.

We'll get the
lights on real soon.

In the meantime, why
don't you all just push

your tables back from the center, and
we'll do some dancing by candlelight.

- Rose, come on. I need you.
- Oh, my goodness.

Mr. Godsey, I can
scarcely see a thing.

That's all right, honey. I'll
stick right close to you here.

My goodness, Jason.
Now, what am I to do?

Just put your feet on the
pedals and pump, Rose.

Oh, I vow and declare!

There you go.

It's charming. Simply charming.

- Table for two?
- Yes, please.

This way.

You know, it was I who prevailed
for Jason to buy this place.

Oh, really? Would
you like to order?

Why, yes.

It's getting late.

This is our last
evening together, isn't it?

I spent all day trying to decide
what to do, and John Curtis

made up my mind for me.

I have to go to Florida.
I have to find out.

Suppose Curt's alive.

How is it going to feel knowing he
let you be a widow all these years?

I can't think about that now.

I love you, Mary Ellen.

Easy, easy.

- Goodbye, Erin.
- Bye.

Give me a hug. Hug me goodbye.

Goodbye, Johnny. Bye.

When do you go?

The bus leaves at 11:00.
Betty's meeting me there.

I'm sorry I couldn't
wait to see you off.

That's all right. I know
you have to get started.

Maybe you and Johnny
could join me later in Mexico.

I thought I was ready
for a whole new life.

I wanted it. I guess I'm just
not finished with the old one yet.

- Maybe I never will be.
- Come here.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

Mary Ellen thought
that saying goodbye

to Jonesy was the hardest
thing she had ever done.

But what lay ahead of her
was to be even more difficult.

The war was officially over, but
she had a private battle still to face.

- Jason?
- Sorry, Jim-Bob,

- I tripped over the wastebasket.
- You just getting home?

It was hard closing up.
Corabeth didn't want me to leave.

She kept asking me to
play her favorite piano roll.

- Yeah? What's that?
- Moonlight Sonata.

- Goodnight, Jason.
- Goodnight, Jim-Bob.

English -SDH