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Of course, we've
been given to understand

how much the Germans
appreciate music.

Well, they have given the world
Beethoven, Brahms and Bach.

Well, then maybe
you can tell me.

True that the
music of Mendelssohn

has been banned by
the Nazis because he's Jew?

I told you.

Those are areas in which I have
neither interest nor competence.

I'm joining the National Guard.

You're what?

[piano music]

Although the years
of my boyhood

and youth
on Walton's Mountain

were a time
of uncertainty

and desperation
for millions,

somehow in our home,

we were sustained
by a sense

of being safe
and secure.

And then, a visitor
came into our world,

and though she
tried to close the door

against the storm that was
sweeping across Europe,

the force of it was felt even
on Walton's Mountain.

Ben! Erin! We're gonna be late.

I'm surprised at you, Livie.

Never seen you in a rush to get
to the Baldwin ladies before.

We've been invited
to a reception

We ought to get
there on time.

What do you do at
there, anyway?

Most anything is
likely to happen,

but if the Baldwin ladies
serve some of the Recipe,

I think things
will be real lively.

They wouldn't serve
that stuff at a reception.

Oh, don't worry,
Livie. I'll behave myself.

This country boy will
conduct himself with

dignity in front of
this European visitor.

If this lady's from Europe, how
is she a cousin of the Baldwins?

The Baldwin ladies
have cousins all over.

Here, there and everywhere.

If you went to the moon,
there'd be a Baldwin there.

On the moon?
Morocco, maybe.

Playing with confetti
again, Elizabeth?

Ben?

But, John-Boy, I
don't understand.

I dunno why you're
making such a big deal.

How often do you
talk to somebody

who spent their
life in Europe?

-What do you say?
-You don't say anything, listen.

Do I look alright to
meet someone from Europe?

-You look just fine.
-I'm kind of nervous.

Don't drag your feet.
Let's go, now.

-Bye-bye, everyone.
-Bye-bye!

See you all later.

Can I trade you
two stamps from France

for one from Yugoslavia?

Where is Yugoslavia?

Don't look at me. I can't
even find Charlottesville.

[piano music]

[music continues]

Jason, that was
simply beautiful.

Schubert gets the credit.

Oh, but you play well.

Very well, indeed.

Thank you.

It's such a favorite of mine,

and the words
are so lovely, too.

It sounds so peaceful, even
if I don't know what it means.

Exactly.

And the words mean
something like,

"You are rest and gentle peace.

"You are longing
and what quiets it."

Oh.

Hilary speaks five languages.

I have a hard time
organizing my thoughts in one!

Oh, but I never
organize my thoughts.

If you lapse in French or
Italian, nobody notices.

I would so love to be able
to lapse into fluent French.

Corabeth, that lapse
might just lose me.

Oh!

Please, who would
like some more tea?

I... I could do
with a drop more of the Recipe.

Of course, Mr. Walton.
Certainly.

There.

Dr. Willard?

Well, I do hate to
see a man drink alone.

Purely medicinal.

We're so happy
to have dear Hilary with us.

Papa was always partial

to the Baltimore branch
of the Baldwins.

Well, there's nobody left on
that branch anymore, except me.

I've been away so
long, I'm a stranger.

In fact, I was feeling
like an alien in my own country

until I found
these kind friends.

Now, this is your home, Hilary.

It's so kind of you all to come
and make me feel so welcome.

Tell me, exactly how long
had you lived in Europe?

Since I was six years old.

Hilary's papa was in our
diplomatic service in London.

Such a distinguished man.

When did you move to Germany?

My husband was...

Is German.

I remember the wedding
announcement.

So elegant. It was
in two languages.

I've saved it for years.

What a lovely family
you have, Mrs. Walton.

I hope you'll be
staying long enough

to have some supper
with us one day.

Well, that's a delightful idea,
but my plans are indefinite.

We can't think of having
Hilary leave, can we, Sister?

No, no.

Well, I must get out,
rediscover my own country.

Mrs. von Kleist,
our local Women's Club

is very concerned
with world events.

Oh, as I said, I'm not
a very organized person.

Oh, I wasn't suggesting

that you would be interested
in joining our little club.

I thought, perhaps,
it would be such a treat

if you would speak to
us on "Europe today"

or "the Europe I have known."

Let's talk about it at another
time, shall we, Mrs. Godsey?

When my plans are more certain.

Oh, of course.

Mrs. von Kleist.

Oh, please, I insist
you all call me Hilary.

Oh, thank you. Hilary.

I'd be curious to know your
reactions towards what Hitler

and the National Socialists
are doing in Germany,

speaking as an American

who's lived there
for a number of years.

My reactions?

Well, I do wish Hitler
would shave his mustache.

On some men, a mustache
is most becoming.

On him, it's quite ludicrous.

I agree.

He looks more like a comedian
than a revolutionary leader.

How do you feel about the Nazis?

Well, they've brought a kind
of order to what was disorder,

and they have managed
to unify the country.

But don't you feel that
all of their activities are

directed towards war?

I'm not an authority on
German political matters.

My husband is still
in the country.

Oh, but certainly,
you must have an attitude

about Hitler's push
into the Sudetenland

and Austria and Czechoslovakia?

John-Boy, this is not the place
to talk about those things.

Oh, that's quite
alright, Olivia.

My grandfather was an
ambassador, my father,

a diplomat, my husband,
a statesman.

I have one law for survival.

Never discuss politics,

especially in
a social situation.

Pardon me.

Perhaps you'll let me
have an interview, then,

for my newspaper,
regarding your experiences?

I really don't think,
that anything I might have

to say would be of
any interest, but we'll see.

Just now, if you'll humor me,

I'd like your
brother to play again.

Do you know Schubert's Serenade?

I can try it.

[piano music]

[music continues]

[door opening]

Ben, now you know
what a reception is.

I can think of better things.

That Mrs. von Kleist,
I sure don't understand her.

I'll tell you one thing.

She knows more than she's
talking about.

She's a deeply troubled lady.
You can see it.

-I agree with you, Grandpa.
-Was it worth it?

I wish the talk wouldn't
get around to war.

She's the best
audience I've ever had.

-She truly enjoyed your music.
-It takes her back to Germany.

Seems to me she didn't even
wanna think about Germany.

Maybe some of the things she has
to think are painful.

I've had enough socializing.
Goodnight, you all.

-Goodnight, Grandpa.
-Jim, Elizabeth time for bed.

Here you go. She was gonna
beat you anyway this time.

Goodnight, honey.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight, you two.

Time for me to turn in, too.

-Goodnight, Daddy.
-Daddy?

Thursday, can I use the truck?

What for?

I'm signing up for
the National Guard,

and they drill on Thursday.

You're what?

I'm going into
the National Guard.

You'll do nothing of the kind!

Just a minute. Don't get your
fur up. Let's hear him.

It's really nothing, Mama.

We go to the Rockfish armory
and drill one night,

that pays $1, we go
to camp for a two weeks,

they've a band,
and that pays, too.

I don't care how much they pay.

If my feelings counts,
you'll forget this right now.

A lot of fellas
are signing up.

It's not the regular Army.

There's no reason
he can't join if he wants to.

Nothing any of you can say
is gonna reconcile me to Jason

or any of my sons
signing up to be soldiers!

Don't worry about it, Son.

Being a militiaman is a long
and honorable tradition here.

I'll talk to your mother.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight.

Goodnight, Daddy.

Come on, Jason,
have a cup of coffee.

Liv, I think you're
off-base on this.

John, it's happening
all over again,

just like it did
before the last war.

Boys out marching
and carrying guns,

and all the while,
everybody saying it's nothing.

I'm gonna say something
you're not gonna like.

It's time we got
prepared over here.

If my boys have to fight,
I want them trained.

Is that what your brother Ben
died in the last war for?

President Roosevelt
unexpectedly called

for greater American awareness

of what is happening
in the rest of the world.

The epidemic of world
lawlessness is spreading.

When an epidemic
of physical disease

starts to spread,

the community joins in a
quarantine of the patients

in order to protect
the health of the community

against the spread
of the disease.

Peace-loving
nations such as ours

have a responsibility
to act in concert

with other nations
of the world community.

Sounds just like Woodrow Wilson
before the Great War.

He says he hates war,
but he seems determined

to get us involved in something
that doesn't concern us.

He just wants
us to be aware

of what's going on
around us. That's all.

When our neighbor's
field is on fire,

we better help put it out,
and not for his sake.

Sparks don't travel
across 3,000 miles of ocean.

Sooner or later, they do.

Well, whenever there was
something around to defend,

there's usually
a Walton around defending it.

Your breakfast is getting cold.

Hotcakes?

-Good morning.
-Good morning, Son.

-Goodmorning, Ben.
-Goodmorning.

John-Boy, will
you say grace, please?

Yes.

Dear Lord, we thank
thee for this food

and for all thy blessings. Amen.

Amen.

What's the matter
with everyone this morning?

I guess I started it last night,

talking about
the National Guard.

I still don't see what's
so terrible about it.

I've said everything
on the subject.

A chance to make $1 just for
a couple of hours a week.

Alright, I'll scrape together $1
a week and pay you not to join.

The money's just part of it,
Mama, not all of it.

Your mother and I have
already talked about this, Son.

I don't see what's
wrong with a Walton man

joining up to
protect what's his.

And I'm just trying
to protect what's mine!

Alright, alright,
I've said enough.

I've never yet
heard a man listen

to a woman on this subject.

I can't stop you from
joining any more than

I could stop your father from
enlisting in his war.

Do it!

Just don't expect my blessing!

Come on, everybody. Eat up.
Pass me the muffins, there.

[wood cutting]

[honking]

Thought I heard a car.

-Oh, it's only you.
-Who'd you think it was?

She thought it was the man of
her dreams coming to carry.

Isn't it something?

It is something.

Chance thinks it's
the bull of her dreams.

That horn would
make Gabriel proud.

-Where'd you get it?
-Syke's Junkyard.

It's off a Rolls-Royce.

Must have cost
you a pretty penny.

Well, it isn't exactly mine.

Sykes has given me
time to raise the $8.

$8? You can live
a month off of $8.

Jim-Bob, you know how I feel
about buying things on time.

Yeah, but this
is different, Daddy.

I gave Sykes my
distributor as security.

When I pay him $8,
I'll get my distributor back.

-It's not a car. It's a puzzle.
-You heard the concert.

-Let's get back to work.
-Yeah.

Hey, where are you
gonna get $8, Jim-Bob?

I guess I'll have
to do some job.

Maybe I can work
for you on the paper!

Don't count on that, Jim-Bob.
Things are tight these days.

-John-Boy!
-Miss Emily.

-Come in. What a surprise!
-Thank you.

Sister, we have a visitor.

-Miss Mamie.
-Now, isn't this fortuitous?

We were just saying how
gracious it was of your family

to join us here
the other evening

in making Hilary feel
that she had indeed come home.

Oh, well, we were
delighted to be included.

Excuse me, do you think that
maybe Hilary would be able

to spare me a minute
for an interview?

I'm sure she'll
welcome the diversion.

Life must be so
tedious for her here.

-I'll go tell her.
-Thank you very much.

You know, I do believe that
Hilary's husband was involved

in newspaper work in Germany.

Miss Mamie, for a woman
who has spent so many years

in such a fascinating
time and place,

she seems particularly
unwilling to discuss it.

It seems painful for her to
talk about her life over there,

and so, of course,
Sister and I do not press.

Of course.
Tell me something.

Does her husband have anything
to do with the government?

I recall she said about
his being a statesman.

That's how they met.

He was in the German
diplomatic service in London.

Oh! Their wedding was
an international event.

Papa spoke of taking Sister
and me abroad for the occasion,

but that was not to be.

-John-Boy?
-Yes, ma'am?

I'm so sorry,
but Hilary asked to be excused.

She regrets she's not up
to receiving visitors.

I'm sorry to hear that.

She really isn't very well.

Well, then perhaps
she should see Dr. Willard.

Sister and I have urged that.

I'm sure you must
be very disappointed.

Just tell her that I hope she's
feeling better and as soon as

she can spare me a few minutes,
I'd be glad to come over.

Oh, we'll certainly
tell her, John-Boy.

-Thank you.
-Yes.

Our best to all your family.

Certainly.

Please, I'll see
myself out. Thank you.

Say,

if you and our old cow could
only learn Swanee River,

I could get you on
Major Bowes' Amateur Hour.

It's gonna take something
like that for me to raise $8.

It is a lot of money, isn't it?

Guess Daddy was right.
Guess I overreached myself,

trying to put a Rolls-Royce
horn on a Model A chassis.

It's something like putting
a stained-glass window into

a privy, but if you like it...

Well, liking it is one thing.

Paying for it is another.

Yeah, move over
and give me a ride.

Let her rip.

[honking]

Give it a rest, Son.
You can't do it all in one day.

I wish everything
was as simple as this.

A job to be done, you do it.
There's no fuss, no argument.

Other people's feelings
don't get in the way, huh?

I never thought Mama would get
so upset me joining the militia.

Thought it'd be
as simple as this.

You mention soldiering to your
mama, it brings back memories

and a lot of them bad.

I'm not talking
about going to war.

This is drilling
one night a week,

going to camp in the summer
with a lot of my friends,

putting on
a uniform and stepping

out in a parade
on Armistice Day.

That's all.

It's not quite all, Son.

If a war comes along, you'll
be the first one called up.

If it comes, I'd wanna be in it.

I don't wanna argue with you.

You're old enough
to know what you're doing.

I wanna do it.

Then do it.

"Von Kleist" is the name.

That's K-L-E-I-S-T.

Right.

Yeah, supposedly it's an
aristocratic Prussian family.

Well, that's right.

Mr. von Kleist has
held some positions

in the German government,

so it's quite possible he's
got some newspaper connection.

Anything you find out,
I'd like to know.

Okay. Thank you very much.

I reversed the charges,
so they'll

put it on my
monthly bill, alright?

-Whichever way is best for you.
-Ike, you have no idea,

running a newspaper
without a telephone

is the hardest
thing in the world.

You're always
welcome to use ours.

Thank you very much.

Oh, John-Boy! I thought I
recognized that voice.

Corabeth.

I was going to send this story
down to the paper with Ike,

but you've saved him a trip.

I hope there'll be room
for it in The Chronicle.

"Mrs. Hilary Baldwin von Kleist
to speak at the Women's Club.

"'My years in Germany.'"
How did you manage that?

Isn't that a coup?

Hilary is so gracious.

We are sponsoring the event,

but the public, both male
and female, of course,

is cordially invited.

Well, on behalf of The
Chronicle, I cordially accept.

I'm not a beer drinker,

but I still found the
Oktoberfest in Munich

an exhilarating experience,

a carnival of high spirits,

joyous sharing
and good fellowship,

but, of course,
the clinking of beer steins

is merely an overture
to the delights

of, oh, an opera by Mozart,

a quartet by Schubert
or a symphony by Beethoven.

In fact, to conclude

this shamelessly
personal reminiscence

of my almost 18 years
in Germany,

I'd like to leave
you with some words

from Schiller's
Ode to Joy,

which Beethoven put to music

in the final movement
of his Ninth Symphony.

Freely translated,

"We countless millions share

"the bliss of
a love that's universal.

"We all are brothers,
and our Father waits for us

"in our everlasting
home beyond the stars."

If there are any questions,

Mrs. von Kleist has
very generously

offered to try and answer them.

Frau von Kleist?

In all your trips
up and down the Rhine River,

you ever run across a little
lady called Die Lorelei?

No, I don't believe
I did, Mr. Walton,

but then I understand
she reserves her charms

for susceptible gentlemen.

Are most of the people
in Germany as enthusiastic

about classical music
as you seem to be?

Oh, even more so.

I mean, in Germany,

music is more important
than bread or sauerkraut

or even beer!

Thank you.

I'd like to ask a question.

What are the stores
like over there?

Well, in the cities,
large department stores,

and then in the villages,
small markets,

very quaint and colorful.

Rather like yours, Mr. Godsey.

-Ma'am?
-Yes?

You've certainly given us
a very charming picture

of the years you've
spent in Germany.

Apparently, you
don't seem to feel

that the Nazi regime has changed
any of that at all, do you?

I don't feel qualified
to answer that question.

Oh.

Thank you.

Are there any further questions?

If not, then the meeting
is officially adjourned,

and you are all invited
to enjoy some refreshments,

which some of the ladies
have prepared in the anteroom.

Oh, it was just lovely.

I do hope they have macaroons.

Cookies.

I'm sorry I had to
miss part of your talk

while we were
getting in here.

I'll repeat any part of it
any time for you, Olivia.

It was wonderful, Olivia.

Dear Hilary made me feel
as if I were really there,

drifting past those lovely
castles on the Rhine.

And the festivals
at Bayreuth and Salzburg,

all that beautiful music.

Of course, we've been
given to understand

how much the Germans
appreciate music.

Well, they have given the world
Beethoven, Brahms and Bach.

Well, then maybe
you can tell me.

True that the
music of Mendelssohn

has been banned by
the Nazis because he's Jew?

John-Boy, the question
period is over.

People just wanna relax
and enjoy themselves.

Well, I'm sorry,
but all of my questions

seem still to be
looking for answers.

I've been given to understand

that your husband has been
in the publishing business.

Maybe tell me why some
of the German newspapers

have been forced to close down.

I told you.

Those are areas in which I have
neither interest nor competence.

John-Boy, why don't
you have some punch?

This is just a small gathering
of neighbors and friends.

A social gathering is no place
for a political argument.

From what I understand,
there were

many German
neighbors and friends

who felt the same way
and ended in jail.

You've gone too far.

I'm... I'm feeling rather tired,

so if you'll excuse me...

Hilary, I'm sorry.

What in the world are
you doing? How could you?

I had no intention
of upsetting Hilary,

but she doesn't seem to be
talking anything important.

There are certain things
that interest me

in this subject, and I don't...

I thought maybe she'd be able to
tell me the truth. That's all.

Everyone was having
such a nice time.

Such a lovely and informative
occasion, and now it's spoiled,

all spoiled.

Mama, I apologize.

I did not intend for
it to turn out that way.

Then why did you do it?

Because there are certain
things I'd like to know.

I'd like to know why
the Nuremberg laws

have taken away
citizenship from all Jews.

I'd like to know why
the Reverend Martin Niemller,

who's a national hero,
has been sent to jail.

I'd like to know if there's any
Germans left with courage

to stand up to the Nazis.
Those are important to me,

not castles on the Rhine
or beer drinkers in Munich.

Those are good questions,
but the wrong person.

Where else am I gonna find
someone like that, Daddy?

She's an American. She's
lived in Germany for 17 years,

married to an important
government official.

There's a lot of things
she could tell us.

It could be she came over
here to get away from that.

She's home for
the first time in years.

She's left all the old European
troubles behind her.

I certainly hope
she doesn't think she can escape

the consequences of what Hitler
is doing by running

to Fortress America and
pulling up the drawbridge.

-Why shouldn't she?
-Mama, it's the 20th century!

We're all neighbors now. There's
no hiding place anywhere.

Alright, now, let's not turn
this into a battlefield.

I gotta figure out a way
to make it up to her.

I'm the one who
spoke out of turn.

I probably ought
to say something.

Maybe if I had the Baldwins
and Hilary over here for supper.

Okay, look, I'll tell you what.

I'll go over to the Baldwin
ladies, and I'll apologize

to Hilary, and I'll
invite them all to dinner.

Thursday night.

Okay, I'm on my way.

Everyone's entitled
to a little peace and security.

It was foolish of me,

fluttering away
like a frightened bird.

I certainly didn't intend
to give you the impression

I was being hostile towards you.

Sister and I have been
reassuring Hilary

that there is nobody,

nobody who is more sensitive

to the feelings
of others than you are.

And I believe that.
No more apologies.

I guess I just got carried away

because I was so sure you could
tell me what I wanted to know.

The impetuosity of youth.

Young people always think if
they just ask enough questions,

they're sure to capture
the ultimate truth,

which, I'm afraid, is as elusive
as the phoenix and the unicorn.

Well,

my mother hoped that you ladies
would be our guests for supper

this coming Thursday evening.

Well, that's very kind of her,

but, really, a conciliatory
meal isn't necessary.

Oh, I agree.

Mama's just afraid that you're
gonna carry away a rather bleak

impression of hospitality
up here on the Mountain,

I would like to be able to go
home and say that you'll come.

No talk of politics
allowed, alright?

And perhaps your brother Jason
will play for us again?

I'm sure he'd be happy to.

He's never had
such an appreciative audience.

He plays so well,

and the other night here,
it was almost like seeing...

Well, shall we accept
this generous invitation?

Well, Sister and I
would be delighted,

but the decision
is yours, Hilary.

Tell your mother
we'd love to come.

Good. She'll be delighted.

John, friends?

Yes, friends.

Wanna wait a few minutes? I'll
take you down to the junkyard.

That's okay, Daddy. I can walk.

This is just too
much horn for the car.

It's got a lot of class,
but I just couldn't afford it.

I think Chance will
miss it more than I will.

[honking]

[dog barking]

[honking]

[honking continues]

I'm really sorry, Mama,

but I can't be here
on Thursday night.

Why not?

Because I promised
to do something else.

Jason, this is
a very special dinner.

I'd rather be here, but
there's nothing else I can do.

You have some
other commitment?

The Guard?

It's our drill night.

Mama, there's gonna
be so many people here,

I'll never even be missed.

That's not true.

John-Boy said that Hilary
expressly asked for you.

She was looking forward
to hearing you play.

I can't miss the drill.

Mama, suppose...

Suppose I make an appearance,
and I play the piano

and then go on to my drill?

If that's the best you can do,
we'll just have to be satisfied.

"Ernst von Kleist
was, at one time,

"co-publisher of
the very liberal

"and influential
Frankfurter Tageblatt.

"Since the Nazis came to power,

"von Kleist has either
sold out or been

forced out of
the publishing business."

Why was he forced
out of business?

Well, he probably wouldn't
print the straight party line.

"He has also held a number of
important diplomatic positions

"under the German Republic."

Was that before Hitler?

"He is still in
the Diplomatic Service

"but with little
rank or prestige.

"At present, he
holds a minor post

in the German
embassy in Vienna."

Could be why he sent
his wife home to America.

Was there any more
about her in there?

On her? No, it just says,

"Von Kleist is
married to an American.

"They have one son."

Who turned that on?

I did. It seemed
kind of dark in here.

It's better this way.

-John-Boy?
-Yeah.

Here. Now, I want you all
to be on your best behavior.

We don't want her to think we're
a bunch of backwood savages.

They're here.

-They're here!
-Looks good. Looks good.

-Can't see anything in here.
-Wait a minute.

It's supposed to be this way.

-Good evening.
-Good evening!

I hope we're not too early.

A dozen clocks in the house
and no two of them the same.

Hilary, you haven't
met my husband, John.

No, how do you do?

-Jim-Bob.
-Hello.

-Glad to see you.
-Hello.

-Good to see you, too.
-Mr. Walton.

Oh, how nice.

What a charming place you
have here. It's really...

[piano music]

[music continues]

-Calling it a night?
-Well, I might as well.

I'm up there putting one word

after the other
to no good purpose.

All I can think of
is Hilary von Kleist.

Well, I do hope she hasn't
taken a turn for the worse.

Your mama should be back
from the Baldwins by now.

Curt says she's in shock.

I've seen a lot
of swooning females in my day.

When I was a boy,

young ladies were taught
how to faint gracefully

the same way they was taught

how to hand-paint china
or to embroider,

but this lady was
different, her swooning.

Well, she just took
one look at Jason

sitting there, playing
the piano, and that was it.

I don't wanna miss the news.

And from John L. Lewis'
headquarters,

there was only
the terse "No comment."

Now it's time

for our nightly transatlantic
report

from our special newsmen
in the major European centers.

Come in, Vienna.

This is Edward R. Murrow
in Vienna.

A pall of uncertainty and fear
hangs over

this once carefree city.

Tension flickers

in the atmosphere
like heat lightning.

A few hours ago,
there was another attempt made

to assassinate< Austrian
Chancellor Kurt von Schuschnigg

as he left his
government offices.

The would-be
killers escaped

in the ensuing confusion,

but witnesses testify
they wore Nazi swastikas

and shouted, "Heil, Hitler!" as
they fired.

Armed gangs roam
the streets chanting,

"Ein Reich, ein Volk,
ein Fuhrer."

Sit here, Mama.

-Thank you.
-How's Hilary?

There's no change at all.

We tried everything
we could think of to do.

Well, Curt's gotta have
a diagnosis by now.

He says she's in shock, but he
doesn't know what to prescribe.

He's going in to Richmond to
talk to a specialist,

but if rest doesn't
bring her around,

there's nothing for her
but to put her in a sanatorium.

Oh, dear.

How are the Baldwin ladies
standing up to that?

They're upset, but
they're rallying.

Just such a helpless feeling.

Somehow it seems
to be our fault.

Look, Mama, that
woman had troubles

before she came
to Walton's Mountain.

Hi, everybody.

I just talked to Curt
and Mary Ellen.

It's terrible about Hilary.

Jason, will you take
that uniform off, please?

What can we do?

Try to get some sleep.

It's an epidemic,
like our President says,

a disease that's
spreading everywhere.

How can we protect our sons?

They'll manage.

They're survivors
from a long line of survivors.

When you first put on your
uniform and went off to war,

I was carrying your baby, I used
to pray that it'd be a girl,

that they'd all be girls
so that they wouldn't have

to grow up and march off
and kill or be killed.

So we have four boys.

And what would our
lives be without them?

I don't know.

I just don't know.

It seems like we're just getting
through the Depression,

and we look back
over our shoulder,

and something worse
is coming along.

[honking]

Jim-Bob, I thought you were
gonna bring

that back to the junkyard.

I started to, but something
happened on the way.

You found $8?

Nope. I was walking
around in Rockfish,

blowing the horn like this.

We've heard it before.

And I realized I
was being followed.

Was the Sheriff getting you
for disturbing the peace?

By a herd of lovesick
cows, no doubt.

No, it was a whole
bunch of people.

Some of them even followed
me to Syke's junkyard.

When they got there,
they started looking around.

Ended up they bought
$12 worth of stuff.

Just because of
you and the horn?

We made a deal, you see.

I walk around Rockfish
a couple times a week,

blowing the horn
and wearing this sign.

Said he'd give me 10% credit on

everything he sells till the
horn's paid for.

So everyone's happy, huh?

Especially our old cow.

Mama.

Mama, I wish you
weren't angry with me.

I'm not angry with you.

Sure seems like it.

I'm angry with the way
things are going.

I'm angry with what's happening.
I had such hopes for you.

Nothing has changed.

I'm not a different person
just because, once a week,

I put on a uniform and tramp
around till my feet hurt.

I know that.

I'm sorry if I seem
to be taking it out on you.

It's just that I'm a mother,

and I can't bear the thought
of anything happening to you.

Oh, look, I got
flour all over you.

Who cares?

You look like a snowman.

Jason? Jason.

Can you come with me
over to the Baldwin house?

-Is Hilary worse?
-No, Mama, just the same.

Curt and Mary Ellen
are gonna meet me down there.

I had a notion that Curt
thought was worth trying.

Sure.

[piano music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Thank you.

Oh, Hilary, we're so relieved.

We were so frightened.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Can you all forgive me?

Well, I hardly
think that's necessary.

We somehow feel that
we were to blame.

To blame? No,
I'm grateful to you all,

especially to you, John.

I don't see how you could be.
I pushed you sort of hard.

I'm glad you did. I really am.

I'd like you to
feel that I did it...

I thought I was
doing some kind of a job.

Mrs. von Kleist,
let's not overdo it.

Oh, I'll be alright now, Doctor.

I'll just sit down now.

No more hiding up in my
room or in this last resort.

I've been wanting to run away
and hide for such a long time.

Ever since the Reichstag fire.

That was when
the Nazis really took over.

A lot of people did
leave then, didn't they?

Oh, yes, thousands
went to Switzerland,

England and America,
but not my Ernst.

I would like you
to meet him one day.

He's a strong, courageous man.

How he despises Hitler
and what he's done,

what he's doing and
what he plans to do.

But Ernst feels that he
can fight more effectively

from the inside, so, in spite of
the insults and humiliations,

we held on.

We had one son, Peter.

About your age, Jason.

In his own way, he was trying
to do in the youth movement

what my husband is
doing in diplomacy.

Then, one night,

about three months ago,

he...

Mrs. von Kleist...

It's alright.
I want to tell you.

Peter's group was
ordered to destroy

a subversive printing press.

The subversives turned out
to be three elderly Jews.

The boys started clubbing them,
and Peter couldn't bear it.

He tried to shield the Jews,

and he was beaten
to death by his comrades.

Oh, the Nazis insisted that
the Jews had murdered Peter

and gave him a hero's funeral,

but one of the boys
told us the truth.

He loved music,
especially Schubert.

I went absolutely mad.

I couldn't bear to stay in that
charnel house a moment longer.

I begged Ernst to leave with me,

but, of course, he refused.
I knew he would.

And I deserted him,
fled to America,

looking for a hiding place

where I could forget
everything, everybody,

pretend nothing had happened.

This must have seemed
like the perfect place.

It did at first, an idyll,

a refuge from the insanity
of the outside world,

but there are no
hiding places left

and no forgetting.

I listened to you
and I heard my husband.

I looked at you, Jason,

heard you playing Schubert,
saw you in that uniform,

and Peter was here with me.

And that's when you decided
to blank it all out.

But it isn't any good,

and I'm going to go
back where I belong.

This is your country.

You're an American, Hilary.

No, I... My place
is with my husband,

and if Ernst and the others who
feel like him are successful,

then perhaps other Americans

won't have to go
to Europe and fight.

Believe me, Mrs. von Kleist,
that's exactly what we want,

but people over here
have to know what's going on,

and that's part
of the fight, too.

I know. Too many
people in France

and England and this country
want to turn away and hide,

but, believe me, John,

what you're doing matters to me

and to my husband.

Thank you.

Listen to me.

I sound like Cassandra
predicting the fall of Troy.

So solemn.

Jason, you help us.

Help us dispel the gloom.

Will you play something
cheerful and lighthearted?

[piano music]

Hilary did
return to Europe.

Letters were exchanged,
and then Vienna fell.

Our letters came back
stamped "Address Unknown."

Hilary, her husband

and the others
who stood against the Nazis

couldn't stem the tide.

Other Americans did go to
Europe, to Africa, to Asia,

and found the same courage

that carried Hilary
Baldwin von Kleist

out of the sanctuary
of Walton's Mountain

and back into
the heart of battle.

-Daddy?
-What is it, Jason?

You remember about everything
that happened to you in the war.

I suppose some of them
you don't wanna remember.

-That's right.
-There were good things?

Oh, sure. Good and bad.

What would you say was the best
thing happened to you?

Coming home.

-Goodnight, Daddy.
-Goodnight, Son.