All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S08E22.The.Furlough.WEBRip.x264-ION10

(John-Boy)
'Katey Ann.'

Katey Ann.

Must have been some
nightmare.

You okay, Walton?

Fine.

Katey Ann, your girl?

Well, she must
be pretty important.

You kept calling out
for her in your sleep.

I don't know
any Katey Ann.

Do any of you remember
a girl named Katey Ann?

If you can't remember
your old girlfriends

don't expect us to.

So, that name doesn't
mean anything to you?

Doesn't ring
a bell.

Sounds like a mystery.

* Carry Me Back *

* To Old Virginny *

* That's where the cotton,
and the corn *

* and the tatters grow *

[intense music]

John-Boy, you alright?

[theme music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

(John-Boy narrating)
There were many homecomings
in my life.

'But the one I remember best
followed a long spell'

'in the hospital during
World War Two.'

'A visit home would be the final
step in my recovery.'

'And I looked forward
to comfort of those'

'familiar surroundings.'

'I never dreamed that I would
bring the war with me.'

'And that it would haunt me
even on Walton's mountain.'

Katey Ann.

Katey Ann.

Katey Ann.

Must have been
some nightmare.

You okay, Walton?

Fine.

Katey Ann, your girl?

Well, she must be
pretty important.

You kept calling out
for her in your sleep.

I don't know
any Katey Ann.

[intense music]

Now, just a smidgen
to the right.

On, no, left,
that's my right.

- Got it, Rose.
- Jeffery!

I'm sorry.

You ought to be helping instead
of getting in the way.

Check Jason and Jim-Bob
see if they need a hand.

I did. They told me
to check with you.

How come you're letting
John-Boy have your room?

Because it was his room and we
want him to find it as it is.

It'll be fun being roommates.
I get lonely without Ben.

We can bore each other
silly with baby stories.

The baby, I left her up
in the girl's room.

- Jeffery, help Mary Ellen.
- Do I have to?

You think you can handle?
It's kinda of heavy.

- I'll try.
- Okay, here we go. Easy.

Let's see if I can
give you a hand.

John-Boy's old typewriter
is in this trunk somewhere.

Maybe he won't want
it anymore.

- No, he'll want it.
- The war changes people.

There was this solider
in this awful battle

and when he came home
he had this limp

and this sad, faraway
look in his eyes.

And he wouldn't
talk about the war.

'Not ever.'

Until he met this
beautiful, blind girl

and realized that other
people had handicaps too.

- You saw the movie.
- And I cried buckets.

Here is the typewriter.
Put the lid down.

Ah.

It's jammed.

[chuckles]

Put everything back
in the trunk.

Okay.

[instrumental music]

We gotta clear out two drawers
for John-Boy.

That should be enough.

Oh, no, you don't.

Don't put it up there.

(Jim-Bob)
'Gangway.'

Here.

- Thanks, Erin.
- Oh, thanks

- We're ready for John-Boy now.
- No. Get off!

John-Boy wouldn't recognize
the place if it's too neat.

- Yeah.
- You're right.

[all screaming and shouting]

Hello.

Well, hello, ladies.
Have you heard the good news?

John-Boy is coming home today.

Good news, Mr. Godsey.
Good news, isn't it, sister?

I always knew one day
he'd return.

I'm afraid he is only
home for furlough.

He'll be here
just a few days.

Sister, we must welcome
John-Boy home.

We must do
something special.

'An entertainment
of some sort.'

It's been so long since we
had a really grand affair.

'An autograph party.'

Every one could bring
their copy of GI journal

and John-Boy could sign it
for them.

That's a lovely idea.

We should go home immediately
and start making plans.

Wasn't there something
you were gonna do here?

Oh, yes, what,
what was it, sister?

The package.
We came to mail the package.

To Franklin Delano Roosevelt.
The President, don't you know?

We thought he might enjoy
some of papa's recipe.

So relaxing.

Ladies, it's against
the law.

You can't ship, ah, recipe
through mail. Huh.

Well, then we'll simply
have to deliver it in person.

Well, I'll see if
you have any mail.

We were expecting
a reply from Mr. Churchill.

Well, let's see here then.

No. Nothing from
Mr. Churchill.

But, oh, here's something
for Mr. Godsey.

Oh, ah, doesn't this
look official?

It certainly does.
Wonder what it is?

"Greetings, from the President
of the United States.

"Having submitted yourself
to a local board

"composed of your neighbors

"for the purpose of determining
your availability for training

"in service in the Armed Forces
of United States.

"You're hereby notified
that you have been selected

"to report for
physical examination

"by an examining board
of the Armed Forces.

"Upon final determination
of your fitness

"for military service, you'll
receive an order

to report for induction."

Corabeth, they
are calling me up.

Whatever will we
do without you?

I cannot believe that
the war is going so badly

that Uncle Sam would point
to Ike Godsey.

Oh, come on, there's lot of
things I can do for my country.

Adolf Hitler must be
trembling in his boots.

Now, Mr. Godsey
if those draft people

give you any trouble,
you just let us know.

'And sister and I
will write a letter.'

To whom, sister?

Why, this time I'll
go right to the top.

Eleanor Roosevelt.

[pleasant music]

- Bus is late.
- Maybe it broke down.

Hope not. I have gotta be at the
base in four hours.

I never thought I'd be nervous
about seeing my own brother.

- I wouldn't know how to act.
- I feel the same way.

He hasn't been home
in for so long.

You've all seen him
in the hospital.

It's not the same, daddy.
Everything is different.

He won't even
recognize the place.

(John)
'That's why it's important to
make him feel comfortable.'

It should be a happy time
for him. He went through a lot.

We are glad to have him
back but I still feel strange.

When he gets off that bus
it'll be like old times.

- The bus is here.
- C'mon, everybody.

[pleasant music]

John, John.
There he is.

[all cheering]

- Welcome home, fella.
- John.

- Welcome home, son.
- Thanks, daddy.

- Waited a long time for this.
- Same here.

Want you
to meet Cindy.

- Hi.
- Hi.

You're lovely, just the way
Ben described you.

Ben wanted to be here
but he couldn't get leave.

- Where's my new niece?
- She's home with Rose.

And John Curtis
and Jeffery and Serena.

It feels strange.
I don't know one of them.

They're looking forward
to meeting you.

- Same here.
- Well, let's get going.

Alright, let's go.

Alright, who's driving
with me?

[pleasant music]

- Cousin Rose.
- John-Boy.

Oh, mercy,
you're handsome.

Oh, I'm forgetting myself.

This is my grand daughter,
Serena and my grandson, Jeffery.

- How do you do?
- Just fine, honey.

Jeffery.

Could you show us
your purple heart?

There are young people
around here again.

(John)
'Most of the time.'

C'mon, let's scoot
in the house.

[cheering and shouting]

[pleasant music]

Everything's the same.

That's the way we wanted it
to be for you.

You shouldn't have gone
through this trouble.

It wasn't any trouble.
It was fun.

Especially since you
were gonna see it.

We've been waiting for
this day for a long time.

Oh, my year book.

We brought it down from the
attic when you were missing.

It was something to look
at while we waited.

(Mary Ellen)
'A lot of letters came
from your old friends.'

You could spend the rest
of your furlough answering them.

- Yeah, probably will too.
- No, you won't.

You're gonna be with us
till we drive you crazy.

[chuckles]

Do you any of you remember
a girl named, Katey Ann?

If you can't remember
your old girl friends

don't expect us to.

So, that name doesn't mean
anything to you?

Doesn't ring a bell.

Sounds like a mystery.

If you were playing Jessica girl
spy, you'd have solved it.

Gave that up
for boys.

I bet, you have lot
of them chasing you.

What about Katey Ann?
Is she chasing you?

[dramatic music]

John Curtis,
do you talk yet?

Well, don't you sit there,
say something. You can talk.

How about you,
Virginia?

She gurgles pretty good
sometimes for her grandpa.

(Erin)
'Those two can make
quite a fuss if they want to.'

Well, I hate to disappoint you
but it is way past her bedtime.

- Oh, John Curtis too.
- Goodnight, honey.

- Mary Ellen, let me take him.
- Oh, thank you, Rose.

Goodnight, Cindy.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

[knock on door]

- Oh.
- Hi.

The little ones
off into the arms of Morpheus.

Oh.

Corabeth.

Oh, you both look..
You look wonderful.

We are ageing well, ah?

- Speak for yourself Mr. Godsey.
- Good to see you two.

Well, forgive us for intruding
on your reunion like this.

But I simply could not
rest until I saw

for myself that John-Boy
was well again.

So, how are you gonna
pass your free time?

Little fishing, a little riding
and lot of taking it easy.

Well, I do hope you set aside
sometime next week

for Miss Mamie and Miss Emily's
autograph party.

Oh, I'm looking forward
to seeing them.

(Corabeth)
'Well, perhaps we can persuade
Jason for a selection.'

I'll ask him.

And, John, you as father
of the honoree

you're presence
is sine qua non.

I don't know what that means,
but I'll be there.

(Godsey)
'Corabeth, it's time
we better get home.'

We just arrived. I haven't had
time to give him other news.

- There's lots of time for that.
- Thanks for stopping by.

It's okay.

Oops! Almost forgot.
This came a couple of days ago.

- I held it for you.
- Thanks.

- Welcome home.
- Thank you.

Goodbye.

It's marked urgent.

Bad news, son?

It's from Nan Bennett,
Stewart's sister.

Your friend from Boatwright?

He and I knew each other
in London again.

- She is coming to see me.
- Any special reason?

Stew, was the co-pilot
of the plane I was on.

He didn't make it back.

- He was killed?
- I don't know.

He's listed as
missing in action.

[dramatic music]

We were heading home
over Belgium

when anti aircraft fire
hit us.

Just ripped through the plane
like it was made out of paper.

We started bumping crazily.

I made my way up to
the cockpit.

Pilot was slumped over dead
and Stewart was at the controls.

He said, we'd be okay.
He said, we'd make it alright.

Only, we got hit again
and...there was a pain

in my head and Stewart
was shouting something

and we were going down
and down.

- Then what happened?
- I don't remember.

What am I gonna
tell his sister?

- You must have blacked out.
- How'd you get out?

I don't remember.

I've tried but there
is a door shut to me.

I can't open it.

I feel, as I've lost
a part of myself.

A very important
part of me.

Elizabeth, I need the nail
polish, I found the run.

You're putting nail polish
on your stockings?

Yup, stops the run.

You got leave.
Why didn't you call and tell me?

Because I wanted to keep
it a surprise. Hello, everyone.

- How long have you got?
- Few days.

John Curtis and I are gonna be
moving into the girls room.

We're already packed
in there like sardines.

- Want me to go back?
- Don't you dare.

[both chuckle]

Maybe Serena should
move in with Rose.

She snores.
Don't tell that I told.

Serena, if you could put up
with it just until Ben leaves

I'll let you borrow
my powder blue sweater.

Okay, if Erin let's me borrow
her crystal necklace.

- Serena, that's bribery.
- Is it deal or not?

- Oh, it's a deal.
- Got it.

[Ben laughs]

- Oh, slow down, Serena.
- Sorry.

- Good morning, everybody.
- Morning.

- Ben!
- John-Boy.

Welcome home.

Welcome home, yourself.

[Ben laughs]

- Morning, Corabeth, Ike.
- Hi, John.

- And how is our young warrior?
- Oh, he is doing fine.

He'll be back on active duty
before you know it.

- Yeah, along with me.
- What do you mean?

Didn't you hear?
They wanna draft me.

It appears Uncle Sam has
tripped on his own red tape.

You mean, you've heard
from Selective Service?

Yeah, I got the notice
the other day. It's over here.

I didn't pay much mind to it
with having heart attack

and at my age.
Excuse me, honey.

I didn't figure I was
exactly fighting material.

Well it's all so absurd.
Well, I cannot delay.

I'm on my way to Baldwin's
to discuss John-Boy's party.

Bye, honey.

(Corabeth)
'Bye, bye.'

That's official, isn't it?

Well, it sure is.

They made some kind of mistake.
Better let them know about this.

Yeah.

I'm gonna go over to the draft
board as soon as I can.

But you know,
I was thinking.

Might be nice
to be a soldier again.

You know, just, "Yes, sir.
No, sir." No responsibility.

Just follow orders,
you know.

Ike, you'd last about
15 minutes.

Yeah, I guess
you're right.

(John-Boy thinking)
So much around me
seems unchanged.

The way the mountain
looks at sun rise.

The whippoorwills calling
to their mates at night.

And yet everything
is strangely altered.

There is an emptiness here
with Grandpa gone

and Grandma and Mama away.

[instrumental music]

Katey Ann.

- John-Boy.
- Hi, daddy.

- Mind if I come in?
- Please.

Still thinking about
that name, huh?

I sure wish I could
remember who she was.

It's a pretty name.

What are you doing?
Working on a new novel?

No, I'm only trying to
collect a few of my thoughts.

Everything seems
so different to me.

Sure it does.
Everything keeps changing.

Even after the war there's gonna
be no turning the clock back.

What was it like for you
when you came back from the war?

Some of it was real nice.

Your mama was here, waiting
when I got back.

She had a little baby.
That was you.

It felt good then?

That part felt good,
yeah.

But some other things
didn't feel so good.

My brother, Ben, had been
killed in the war.

I didn't know where,
somewhere in France.

I didn't even know if he had
a grave or it was marked.

And after the armistice
it was lot of celebrating

and bands, parades.
I just wanted to forget.

All I want to do
is remember.

I feel like I'm holding
bits and pieces.

But the biggest piece
is missing.

- The crash?
- 'Yeah.'

I wanted to come home
so much.

But part of me is always
back there falling and falling.

It never stops.
I never land.

Maybe, you're trying
too hard, son.

After I'd been back
from the war for a while

I started thinking
about my brother, Ben.

'What happened to him?
Where he was?'

I just couldn't stop
thinking about it.

It got so it took up
my whole life.

'Finally I knew I just
had to set it aside'

'and go on living
without knowing.'

Maybe that's what you
gonna have to do.

Go on living
without knowing.

I'm not ready
to accept that.

Not yet.

[intense music]

[music continues]

John-Boy.

'Are you okay?'

Yeah, Jim-Bob, I..

It will take a little while to
get used to being home, I guess.

- Wanna give me a hand?
- Yeah.

(Godsey)
Honestly, Mr. Truby.

'Do I look like
infantry material?'

(Truby)
'Not exactly, no.'

Look, between rationing
and reports

the government has got me
fighting my own war

just to stay in business.
And now this.

Mr. Godsey, you've gotta
look at my position.

I've only been
on this job a few days.

I'm still trying to figure out

what requisition form to use
to get a name plate on my door.

Look, somebody has gotta
get to the bottom of this.

(Truby)
'There does seem to have been
a blunder.'

Look, I don't think
the army even wants me.

They do and they will until
we let them know that you are..

Over the hill.

Militarily speaking, yes.

Look, let me just..
Let me just find your file

and we will get to
the bottom of this.

Here.

- 'Godsey.'
- G-O.

GO, thank you.
Godsey, Godsey.

These files have not
been sorted

since they were brought
over from the old draft board.

Your file seems
to be missing.

But don't worry
we'll find it. I think.

What do I do
in the meantime?

You'll fill out
these forms.

Look, why don't you make
couple of phone calls

and then you can short cut
those whole thing, uh?

The army is not particularly
impressed by telephone calls.

They want everything
in writing.

That will take weeks.

I advise you to have them
at the induction centre

before the date scheduled
for your physical.

Oh, which doesn't leave
you much time.

I'm sorry.

You are sorry?

And I'm about
to get drafted.

[instrumental music]

Has anybody seen
John-Boy?

Oh, he and Jim-Bob left
at dawn to go fishing.

Early bird catches
the fish so to speak.

I just can't over
how well John-Boy appears

to be after all
he's been through.

Seems quieter
to me.

That's because
he's more grown up now.

Now when you talk to him
looks like he's lost.

Soldiers get distracted because
of their war experiences.

Maybe, he's thinking
of the mystery woman.

- Oh, ho, first I've heard that.
- Name is Katey Ann.

She might be a
beautiful Belgian girl

who nursed him back to health
after he was shot down.

Katey Ann doesn't sound like a
Belgiumish sort of name.

If John-Boy's thinking about
anybody, it's Nan Bennett.

- She's coming to see him today.
- Oh.

(John-Boy)
'Miss Bennett.'

This is awkward, isn't it?

I thought it would be easy
to drive over

and talk about Stewart.

Please, have a seat.

Thank you.

You knew, it wouldn't
be easy.

Being a writer gives you a
head start on being perceptive.

No, I wish it did.

May I get you some coffee
or a cup of tea?

No, thank you.
Just a little conversation.

You look like Stewart.
It's the eyes and the eyebrows.

Stewart and I
were very close.

I used to tag along
everywhere.

He taught me
how to ride a horse.

'How to hit a baseball.'

How to play poker.

I got so used to being his
shadow that I thought

I was supposed to go along
with him on his first date.

Came as quite a surprise
when he didn't let me.

What about your parents?

They're taking his loss
pretty hard.

I didn't tell them
I was coming over today.

I didn't want to encourage
any false hopes.

Do you remember his ever
mentioning

a girl named Katey Ann?

Why?

It's just a name
that I keep hearing

over and over in my head
like a record stuck in a groove.

I think if she'd been
part of Stewart's life

I would have known.

Yeah, I suppose I would too.

[John-Boy sighs]

What happened on the plane?

If I knew I would have
written you a long time ago.

- But you were there.
- I was wounded.

- And Stewart?
- I don't remember.

But you must remember something.
Tell me what you can.

Please.

We were heading home
to England

when we were hit.

Most of the crew were
injured or killed.

(John-boy)
'Stewart took the controls.'

'He said he was gonna land
the plane in the ocean.'

The water was getting
closer...and closer

closer..

[dramatic music]

Go on. What happened?

- I don't remember.
- There must be more, think.

- No.
- You headed for the water and?

That's all.
I don't know anymore.

Nothing.

I'm sorry.

I wish I could
be more help.

So, do I.

There's a good chance
he survived the crash.

It's not knowing
that's hard.

In his letters he never
mentioned

the grim side of war.

Mostly he talked about the
good times the two of you had.

Stewart and I used
to drink beer together.

In London, there is
this pub The Queens Garter.

They served a special kind
of ale we'd never tried

and they refused
to serve Americans

because they had such
a small supply.

One night, Stewart borrowed
an RAF uniform

put on a fake moustache
and became the spitting image

of Ronald Colman.

We went back
to The Queens Garter.

I ordered the regular ale
and he ordered the special brew.

- And he got it?
- On the house.

Because he was one of the few
who'd done so much for so many.

He would get away with
a stunt like that.

One sip and his moustache fell
off and landed in the glass.

Serves him right.

Ahem.

Stewart sent me this.
I thought you might like it.

(John-Boy)
'We dragged a nanny away from
her pram to take this.'

Thank you.

- I'm glad we finally met.
- Oh, I'm happy you came by.

I don't seem to have
that stiff upper lip

that Stewart says
the British go in for.

Thank you.

Nan. Stewart always talked
about you as someone special.

I can see why.

Goodbye.

[instrumental music]

[pleasant music]

- Hello, Jeffery.
- Hi.

Don't go.

I didn't mean to spy
on you or anything.

Just that, I've never
seen a writer before.

I'm only writing
in my journal.

- 'What are you writing?'
- Just notes.

What's it like being
in the army?

I spent most of my time
writing for Stars and Stripes.

- That's the army newspaper.
- Has it got any funnies?

Sure, we've got.

The, the, Sad Sack
and cartoons by Bill Mauldin.

Any Katzenjammer Kids?

Afraid not. Would you like me
to send you a copy?

I guess, I shall stick
with Charlottesville Progress.

It's got a lot of funnies.
See ya.

[instrumental music]

Godsey, what on earth
is keeping you up this hour?

It's all this government
forms, Corabeth

and they're putting me
to sleep.

Why do you even bother.

It's past the day you were
supposed to report

and nothing's happened.

Yeah, I know.

Sometimes, I think, I just
ought to let them draft me.

You know they got jobs
for men like me.

Like what?

Like undercover work.

You? A spy?

Mr. Godsey, you wouldn't
fool me for a minute.

That's because you know me.

But the enemy,
they would think of me

as sort of,
a mild mannered man.

Well, you are.

That's why I'd
be good at it.

I could look for German spies
and black marketeers

rationing violators.
I could even report you.

Whatever for?

Yesterday, you gave two
extra pounds of sugar

to the Baldwin ladies.

Mr. Godsey, those were
for chocolate eclairs

for John-Boy's party.

But undercover agents
only care about violations

not the reasons why.

Mr. Godsey, I do hope
they draft you.

- Can I help?
- No thanks.

Are you gonna paint it?

It depends on whether
I like it or not.

Will it be able to fly?

Probably end up hanging on the
wall with the rest of my models.

Why do you want to build
an airplane if it can't fly?

I'm really busy
right now.

If you want somebody to talk to
talk to Elizabeth.

She can't help me.

- Something wrong?
- I'm worried about the war.

Oh, we all are.

It's just that..

I don't know whether to join
the army, like Jason

or go into the Air Corps
like you

or be like Ben
going to the Seabees.

[sighs]

Or to draw cartoons
for Stars and Stripes.

They don't have anything
like Katzenjammer Kids.

I wouldn't worry about
it if I were you.

War will be over by the time
you are old enough.

In school we're learning
about this war

that lasted over
a hundred years.

Well, that was years ago.

Before they had machine guns,
airplanes, submarines.

War just don't last
that long any more.

Really?

First World War
was only four years long.

[sighs]

Who won?

I think you better study
your history some.

[sighs]

Sure glad the war
is gonna be over soon.

I didn't wanna
get shot down.

[instrumental music]

Okay, Jeffery, now
as soon as you finish this

Take Corabeth's duster
and go straighten out

the pool room
a little bit, huh?

Boy, you sure are making me
earn those jawbreakers.

Jeffery, this
is the American way.

I would have more fun at that
dumb book signing party.

[chuckles]

[door opens]

- Good afternoon.
- Oh, yes, sir. May I help you?

I'm agent Richard Bragdon,
FBI.

I'm looking for
Isaac A Godsey.

That's me.

Did Corabeth put you
up to this?

[Ike laughs]

Oh, this is some kind
of a joke.

Well, the FBI
doesn't joke.

Here are my credentials.

I'd like to ask you a
few questions, Mr. Godsey.

Yes, sir.

Fire away.
I mean ask away.

Do you recently receive a notice
from the Selective Service?

- I did.
- 'Did you read it?'

Oh, yes,
but it was a mistake.

And did you fail
to report last Monday

for your physical examination?

Yes, but the reason I did was
because I'd to fill these forms

and I had to do them
in triplicate.

That's of no concern
to me.

You have failed to respond to an
order from your draft board.

'I'm gonna have to take you down
to the induction centre.'

But it's a mistake. Do I look
like fighting material?

The army works in
strange ways, Mr. Godsey.

Well, okay, Jeffery,
here are the keys

and you lock
it up for me, huh?

And then go tell your Uncle John
to come and rescue me.

Soon.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

"As I left Tunisia
to return to England

"I flew over the Mediterranean.

"I looked down at
that sparkling stretch

"of blue sea and it seemed
inconceivable that men

"could be fighting and dying
along its shores

"and in it's water.

"And I thought of
the countless battles

"that had taken place below.

"Men had been fighting
there for thousands of year.

"And I wondered if the warring
would ever end.

And if there would
ever be peace."

[all applaud]

John-Boy, it means
so much to hear

you reading from
your own book.

Oh, I most whole
heartedly agree.

Thank you.

(Corabeth)
'We should thank you.'

Your words have transported us
half way around the world.

Have you decided what
your next book will be?

I'm working on a few ideas
but nothing definite yet.

Why don't you write
about your experience

in that plane you were in
over Belgium?

Oh, sister, I think John-Boy
might prefer

not to be reminded
of that painful memory.

Oh, yes, of course.
Well.

Why don't we have our
refreshments now?

And then John-Boy could
autograph our books.

- I'll help you.
- Sounds good to me.

Jason, would you favor us
with some music?

- Sure, Miss. Mamie.
- No war songs, please.

Any request, anybody.
John-Boy?

You decide.

Ah.

[piano music]

Oh, that's always been
a favorite of mine.

Specially now
that I'm a Virginian.

[Robert Wightman singing
" Carry Back to Old Virginny"]

* Carry me back
to old Virginny *

* There's where the cotton
and corn and taters grow *

* There's where
the birds warble sweet *

* in the spring-time *

* There's where this
old soldiers.. **

[intense music]

John-Boy?
You alright?

I'm sorry.

I'll get the broom.

[music continues]

[door closes]

Jeffery, what's the matter?

Ike told me to come and get you.
He's been arrested by the FBI.

- Oh, dear.
- Come on, we'll find him.

I do hope they don't
put him in the stockade.

Or in front
of a firing squad.

Oh!

Corabeth, just calm down,
he's not going to jail.

It's going to be alright.
We'll get it straightened out.

Major, I'm telling you
once again.

I was the Chairman
of the local draft board.

- Ike Godsey is too old.
- Don't forget the heart attack.

You've already told me about the
heart attack twice, Mrs. Godsey.

Corporal, if you got
an Ike Godsey out there

bring him in
with his file.

(male corporal)
'But, Major Gordon, sir--'

You heard me, corporal.
That's an order.

'Yes, sir.'

I appreciate your helping us
straighten this out, Mr. Walton.

But since they consolidated
the draft boards

things have really
been snafu.

Snafu?

Is Mr. Godsey snafu, John?
What does that mean?

Well, snafu, well, well.

It's an army term, isn't it.
Why don't you explain it?

Yes, it is an army term.

It means, ah, situation normal
all, ahem, fouled up.

- Yes, that's it.
- Oh.

Oh, perhaps it does apply
to Mr. Godsey.

[knock on the door]

Come in.

Here is Mr. Godsey's
file, sir.

And here is Mr. Godsey.

He was in the middle
of his physical.

Mr. Godsey, where
are your clothes?

They took them, Corabeth,
they took them all.

- What's that thing?
- Oh, it's my personal affects.

Please sit down Mr. Godsey

and we'll see if we can
straighten this out.

Oh, I certainly hope so.
Thanks for coming over, John.

It's alright. I wouldn't have
missed this for the world.

- This is not funny, John.
- I know it's not, Corabeth.

Godsey Isaac Aloysius.

Aloysius?

Aloysius?

You registered for the draft
on April 27, 1942

at the Walton's Mountain
local board.

That's when I was
Chairman of the Board.

We registered
everybody under 65.

Did you receive a notice
about four months ago

telling you that you have been
reclassified to One A status.

Just about the time
we consolidated the boards.

Yes, I did but I didn't
think anything of it.

I was just, some mistake
or something

besides it made me
feel kind of young again.

Really, Mr. Godsey.

According to these records
you are remarkably young.

It's states here that your
birth date is September 1, 1924.

Huh?
That makes me 20 years old.

There you go, Ike.
You got what you wanted.

When were you born, Mr. Godsey?

September 24, 1901.

Ah, that's our answer.

The day and the date
have been reversed.

Huh, this whole mess was caused
by a a clerical error.

Then, I'm free to go?

Yes, not dressed
the way you are.

I'll have your things
brought in.

Thank you very much, major.
John, what can I say.

I'm glad you're not snafu.
Aren't you, Corabeth?

Oh, yes, I certainly am.

I know you would have looked
very handsome in uniform.

But I love you dearly just
the way you are.

[knock on the door]

Yeah.

- You busy?
- No, come on in.

We brought you a present.

We have more than just tea
parties around here, John-Boy.

Beer in this house?
Times have sure changed.

Mama isn't here.
Rose is busy making supper.

Hey, don't I get a beer?

Then we'd really be
in trouble.

Let's have a toast
to getting together.

We don't know when that
will happen again.

Hear, hear.
I'll drink to that.

Great.

Hmm, this tastes good.

Maybe it's because we're
drinking up here.

Forbidden fruit.

I got the fruit.

[all laugh]

Do, do you remember
when we used to sneak out

behind the smoke house,
and roll our own cigarettes?

I could never get
that paper to stick.

Also all that tobacco
would end up in the middle.

And grandpa caught us
and made us smoke

the whole sackful
of that stuff.

How come I don't
remember any of this?

You're lucky, you don't.
We all got sick.

You grown up now, Jim-Bob.

You're still thinking about
the Air Corp?

I'll get there for sure.

Still making
model airplanes.

(Jim-Bob)
'That's one way of learning
about the air corp.'

John-Boy, I got
a model of a flying fortress.

- Do you want to see it?
- Sure.

Saw a lot of them
over there.

(Rose)
'Supper in five minutes.'

- We will be right down.
- We better drink up.

Wait, one more toast.

To peace.

- Amen.
- To peace.

Peace.

[instrumental music]

You need any help, Rose?

Everything's under control.
Thank you.

Soon as Serena and Jeffery
finish the chores, we can eat.

That's exactly what we
wanted to hear, Rose.

Ah!

- Can you read us a story?
- No, read us a comic.

You two in your second
childhood?

Since John-Boy came home,
we've been feeling younger.

Besides, I'd rather be
a little girl, anyways.

You big hulks, leave him alone?
You're gonna squish him.

Oh, he doesn't seem
to mind much.

Nice to see everybody
around here is still

a little nutty at times.

Here's the model
I was talking about.

- You wanna see it?
- Yeah.

(Jim-Bob)
'All I gotta do
is put a name on it.'

'Think I'm gonna call it
Scarlett O' Hara.'

No.

No, Jim-Bob..

her name is Katey Anne.

It goes right there.

[intense music]

Stewart kept saying hold
on to Katey Anne.

She'll save us.

Katey Anne will save us.

Stewart brought us right down
into the ocean

just like he said he would.

We helped each other climb
out of the plane.

Together we clung
to Katey Anne.

That's when
I knew he was hurt.

[intense music]

[music continues]

(Stewart)
What do you think
of your first bombing mission?

It'll be a while before I
decide to go on the next one.

Oh, yeah?

I'll have you out here
again in few weeks.

Stewart?

Do you think this is it?

We're not gonna die
if that's what you mean.

Hell, a few days from now
we will be joking about this.

[buoy ringing]

You here that buoy?

[buoy ringing]

(Stewart)
'That means we're
close to shore.'

A few miles no more.

We're practically home free.

My head feels like
it's gonna explode.

'How about you?'

I'm fine, believe me.

No, you're trying too hard.

I don't know what else
to do.

I love this world.

Same here.

(Stewart)
'Even after if I conned you into
going on this mission?'

I won't be so easy
next time.

[buoy ringing]

That buoy sounds louder.

I don't think so.

You know you're getting to be a
real party pooper, Walton.

I just wanna go to sleep.

(Stewart)
'You can't, you got
to stay conscious.'

Hey, how about a duet?

My base to your baritone.

You never know,
if we're any good

I might quit this flying stuff
and get a job in the USO.

- I can't.
- 'Come on.'

* Carry me back *

* To old Virginny *

* There's where the cotton *

* And corn and taters grow *

* There's where the birds
warble sweet *

* In the spring-time *

* There's where this
old soldiers' hear.. **

This was your idea.

Stewart?

Stewart.

Stewart.

Stewart.

Stewart.

Stewart.

Stewart.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Lord, we thank you for
all the many blessings

you've given this family.

'This food'

'this time to be together.'

'We ask you to watch over
all those'

'who aren't with us tonight.'

'Both now and forever.'

'Amen.'

Amen.

Well, dig in. Here you go, son.
Here, you help yourself.

(John-Boy narrating)
I had come home to find part of
my past that was missing.

There was an ache in my heart
for my friend Stewart.

But I had finally
confronted the past

and accepted it's cruelty.

(Erin)
'Serena, did you put
my necklace back?'

(Serena)
'It's on Nana's dresser.
I'll get it in the morning.'

'Has anybody run across
John Curtis's teddy bear?'

'It's in Cindy's room. I found
your curlers under my bed.'

'I don't think we'll
ever get sorted out.'

'Even John-Boy left
his slippers.'

'Keep them, he'll be back.'

- 'Goodnight everybody.'
- 'Goodnight.'

[theme music]

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