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This ain't the Boy Scouts,
Willis, this is the Army.

Don't listen to him.
He thinks he's G.I. Joe himself.

Yeah? Well,
I know all about guys like him.

I ran into one when I joined up
with the 35th at Bastogne.

Nothing but hot air.

He went to pieces when it was
time for real fighting.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I'll show you
what real fighting is about.

-Hey!
-Hold it now, you two!

JASON:
Hit the dirt!

(GUN FIRING)

-You alright?
-Keep firing! Pour it on!

Willis, yell up to him.
Tell him it's over.

(GUN FIRING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

-What did he say?
-Liar.

We don't have choice here.
We got to blow him out.

No. We got to take him prisoner.

An hour ago we had
a license to kill. Now we don't.

JOHN-BOY:
In 1945 on Walton's Mountain,
with the coming of summer,

buds became leaves

and wildflowers painted
the hills and fields

as no human artist could.

It was as if nature
was defying the war

that consumed the world.

On the home front, there
were shortages, rationing

and a deepening war weariness
that only victory could ease.

But the greatest problem
of all for my family

was coping with the anxiety
about those of us in service.

One brother
was stationed nearby

and three were overseas.

One of whom,
my brother Jason

was fighting on the front lines
somewhere in Germany.

(AIRPLANE ENGINE ROARING)

-This is it.
-You sure?

JASON:
The Lieutenant said there was
a woodcutters' house here.

-This must be it.
-That's some house.

Every other squad gets a nice
place with beds and a kitchen,

we get a shack.

We'll probably
only be here one night.

No, it's only when we get decent
setup that we move out fast.

Cover me. I'll check it out.

(GOAT BLEATING)

(CHUCKLING)
Hold your fire.

Whoever lived here probably hit
it when they heard us coming.

LUSCO:
How does goat's meat taste?

Tough, but goat's milk is great.

(JOHN SIGHS)

Alright, Ike, try it.

(JOHN SIGHING)

Not going to give up
on it, are you?

I'm running out of ideas,
I'll tell you.

I told, you should've gotten rid
of this refrigerator years ago.

I was going to, but then
the war started. Remember?

Couldn't find
a second-hand coil around, huh?

If there's a place
where you can buy one of these,

I've either been there
or I called them.

I say if a congressman wanted
a new refrigerator, he'd get it.

(IKE SIGHS)

Well, I guess this war is going
to be over one of these days.

It's the day
I keep waiting for, Ike.

Yeah. It must be
hard on you, John.

Four boys in the service.
I feel for you.

I feel for them.

Yeah.

Alright, Ike, try it again.

Okay, keep your fingers crossed.

(REFRIGERATOR MOTOR CLANGING)

We did it! It's running!
We're in business!

I don't know how long this
old thing's gonna hold up, Ike.

Listen to that motor.
It's just as noisy as ever.

Daddy, Rose wants to know
if you're coming home for lunch.

-Right now, honey.
-I was listening to the news.

There's a rumor that the Germans
are going to surrender soon.

Where did you hear that?

The reporter was interviewing
someone from the Pentagon.

Those rumors are a dime a dozen.

Kind of rumors I like to hear.

Excuse me, honey. Let's go.

It's the best milk
I ever tasted, I think.

Never had it straight
from the manufacturer before?

No, I have never even
seen a goat up close.

You know what I'd like?

LUSCO:
What?

I'd like nice, thick,
gooey chocolate malt.

Look, now that
sounds pretty good.

Walton, what kind of goat
do you get malts out of?

(SLATE LAUGHS)

SLATE:
Hey, we got company.

Oh, yeah, well, just when we get
settled down in a nice shack,

up comes a messenger
with word we got to move on.

-Second squad?
-Yeah, I'm Sergeant Walton.

My name is Willis.
I'm a replacement.

We can use a replacement.

Counting me,
this squad's down to three men.

-Why so few?
-We've been through fighting.

(GULPS)
They didn't tell me that.

Hey, this ain't the Boy Scouts,
Willis, this is the Army.

-And we're at war, remember?
-Cut it out, Lusco.

-You want some goat's milk?
-No, thanks.

Yeah, have some goat's milk.
Put some hair on your chest.

JASON:
Lusco!

Don't listen to him.
He thinks he's G.I. Joe himself.

Yeah? Well, I know
all about guys like him.

I ran into one when I joined up
with the 35th at Bastogne.

Nothing but hot air.

Went to pieces when
it was time for real fighting.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I'll show you
what real fighting is about.

Hey! Hold it, you two!

You keep that up and
you're going to be in hot water.

I didn't start it.

-Willis, go inside, get rest.
-Yes, sir.

And you, get off him
and stay off him.

Oh, Sister, I forgot
the shopping list.

(GIGGLING)
You told me to bring it.

Well, Emily, the list!

Oh, yes, of course.

There.

Oh, no, this is a letter
from Cousin Octavius,

written when he was still
in the...The institution...

MISS EMILY:
Dear Octavius,
I was always so fond of him.

-I remember once...
-The shopping list, Sister.

Oh, yes, of course.

Here.

May I help you?

Oh, thank you, Corabeth, but I
believe Ike is attending to us.

I'll just look around, thanks.

Corabeth, how many ration stamps
is a large can of peaches?

You fill out the order,
I'll add up the points.

Okay, I'll see. It's peaches
and peas and asparagus soup.

CORABETH:
My, there is quite a list today.

MISS MAMIE:
We're having a soiree.

MISS EMILY:
For some young men
at Camp Rockfish.

We have a lovely
collection of records,

and one of them, our fighting
men are going to enjoy

is by Mr. Al Jolson.

All they hear on their radios
is that deplorable jitter music.

-Jitterbug music, Sister.
-Whatever you call it.

But this will be
a welcome change.

There's just one thing.

We're can't decide whether to
have roast beef or roast lamb.

What would you suggest?

I would suggest roast lamb
'cause we don't have any beef.

Well, then, you better add a jar
of mint jelly to that list.

-I'm sorry we don't have any.
-Oh.

That will be 26 red and 57 blue.

Oh, my! I don't think
we're going to have enough.

MISS EMILY:
Perhaps if we eliminated
the asparagus soup.

That wouldn't help much.

Mr. Godsey, the ladies are
giving a soiree for servicemen.

I don't think we should let
anything petty stand in way.

Well, let me see.

They look like
they have honest faces.

I guess we can
trust you till next weekend.

My name is Parsons.

I'm an Investigator for the
Office of Price Administration.

A spotter!

Selling merchandise
without receiving

the required number of ration
stamps is a violation of law.

But this is a special case.

These ladies have entertained
hundreds of our servicemen

who otherwise
would be spending their time

in dens of iniquity
in Charlottesville.

We engage them in conversation.

And serve them the Recipe.

MISS EMILY:
A public service,
don't you know.

I said the law allows
no exceptions.

Mr. Parsons,

these are good friends of ours.
We can trust them.

They'll bring
the stamps in next week.

-Mr. Goodsey...
-Godsey.

Mr. Godsey,

we have reason to believe that
you have repeatedly violated

the O.P.A. regulations.

I'm giving you summons to appear
before the Ration Board

in Charlottesville.

Good day, ladies.

Willis, you ready
for that milk now?

-Yes, sir.
-Here you go.

Don't gulp it, junior.

Sip it slow
or you'll get the colic.

JASON:
Leave him alone.

Alright, if you want him to grow
up with bad eating habits.

(AIRPLANE APPROACHING)

Sounds like a P-38.

P-38?
That's one of ours, isn't it?

Of course it is.

Hey, which army
did you train with?

(WILLIS PANTING)

Hey, snap out of it, Willis.

P-38s only attack German troops.

Maybe we should
take cover just in case.

Hey, you're not going anywhere.
You're on guard duty, remember?

-Let go of me!
-What's the matter with you?

Nothing.

Nothing, just forget it.

You must have been
a big help at Bastogne.

Willis, you're dismissed.

Slate, take over.

You know, this is just
what this outfit needs.

A yellow-belly!

Now, it just won't be Lusco
who's on me all the time.

You and Slate, too, right?

You both will be
needling me now.

Nobody's going to be
needling you.

But I think
you owe us an explanation.

I... I hear a plane close
like that, I just cave in.

That story you
told us about Bastogne,

you made it up, didn't you?

I was on my way there
with a group of replacements,

about 10 of us.

We were crossing a field
and we heard a plane

and then gunfire.

I turned around

and I could see the German pilot

sitting in the cockpit
of the plane

as it dived down on top of us.

We hit the dirt, and the plane
was gone as fast as it came.

I was the...

I was the only man who stood
back up in the whole group.

(SIGHS)

One minute I was laughing
with all my buddies,

and the next minute

I was standing
in a field of dead men.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

I spent four months
in a hospital.

You were wounded?

No. I just fell apart.

I wanted to be...I wanted to be
a good soldier, but...

But Lusco's right.
I am yellow and...

You guys are...
You guys are stuck with me.

-You have a lot of studying.
-I sure do.

ELIZABETH:
What's wrong with you?

I just got a run in
my last pair of silk stockings.

I saw an ad
for a gadget that fixes runs.

Not this one. It runs all the
way from my ankle to my knee.

I'm so sick of shortages.

Tires, hair rollers, stockings.

Everything I need is
either unavailable or rationed,

and I don't have enough stamps.

ELIZABETH:
Think about how better off we're
than people living in cities.

We have chickens, we have
a cow for milk and butter

Daddy can
always go hunting.

It's easy to be optimistic.
You don't even wear stockings.

Listen, how do you expect me
to concentrate with this racket?

-Study in your room, then.
-I can't. John Curtis's napping.

Elizabeth, would you
get me the vanilla extract?

What kind of a cake
are you making?

Devil's food without sugar.
No frosting.

Lord only knows
what it's going to taste like.

As long as the troops get
everything, that's important.

If they ever make
another movie about Pollyanna,

you'd be perfect for the part.

Please!

ROSE:
No, no, now listen,
Elizabeth is right.

We have no business
feeling sorry for ourselves.

A whining woman and a cackling
hen will never come to good end.

(DOOR CLOSING)

I got a letter from Ben.

They're building an airstrip
on some island.

-Did he say what island?
-Yeah, the censor cut it out.

-I didn't want to study, anyway.
-I bet he's in the Philippines.

Just so he's not on a combat
zone, that's all I care about.

Why don't you
read it to us, Cindy?

Well, it's a little bit
personal, most of it.

Well, you can skip those parts.

Alright.

"This island
is a tropical paradise.

"I've never seen such
beautiful flowers and trees.

"The birds are fantastic,
in every color of the rainbow,

"and the weather's been
perfect every day here so far."

(BEN SIGHS)

-So what's the movie tonight?
-Another old western.

Great.

We're about due for R and R,
you know that?

We ain't never going to get
R and R, Ben.

Sure we are. I bet you
they send us to Hawaii.

Sure! And then
they'll fly in Dorothy Lamour

and Betty Grable
to keep us company.

(THUNDER CLAPPING)

I'll bet you two to one
the tent blows over.

No bet.

IKE:
Now, you people have
known us for a long time.

You know, we wouldn't
do anything wrong.

JENKINS:
But you did something,
and Mr. Parsons was right there.

MISS MAMIE:
So were we.

And we have something
to say, if we may.

Ladies, please.

All we were trying to do is
help make it a memorable evening

for gallant young men from
Rockfish. You call that wrong?

As I keep telling you,
Mrs. Godsey,

the audit indicated that there
have been previous violations.

And there were
good reasons every time.

Now, for instance,

last month we filled
an order for a lady,

she didn't have
any stamps at all.

CORABETH:
Her son was wounded in Iwo Jima,
he was coming the next day.

She wanted everything
to be just right for him.

As it should have been.

MISS EMILY:
I most certainly agree.

If you ladies have something to
say, would you please stand up?

We've come to appear as
character witnesses for accused.

We've known
the accused for years.

Mr. Godsey
is an air raid warden.

MISS EMILY:
And Mrs. Godsey rolls bandages
for the Red Cross,

and saves tin foil.

It was they who got us to
salvage cans and our waste fats.

MISS EMILY:
To make munitions
for our fighting men.

MISS MAMIE:
Time after time they've sold us
food without ration stamps,

so that we could
entertain the soldiers.

Once when no soldiers showed up,

Mr. Godsey sold us gasoline
without stamps.

MISS MAMIE:
So we could drive to Rockfish

to get soldiers to come to
the soiree that we planned.

MISS EMILY:
We had baked a perfectly lovely
chocolate meringue pie.

Could never have made it if they
hadn't let us have extra sugar.

What I think the ladies
are trying to say is

that they always
turn in their ration stamps

when they got their new book.

Or the book after that!

The point is,
they are true patriots

who've done everything possible
to make our soirees a success.

Thank you, ladies.

We have heard the evidence.
Are we in agreement?

Our findings will be turned
over to a federal court

with a recommendation
that you be prosecuted

for violation
of O.P.A. regulations.

(MISS MAMIE GASPING)

I found this
under the floorboards,

maybe some good German wine.

JASON:
Hope so.

Canned stuff!

With my luck, it will probably
turn out to be rat poison.

"More-rube." What is that?

Let me see it.

Mohrrube, that's carrots.

Erbse. That's peas.

There's mixed vegetables,
corn, tomatoes.

That settles it. I always knew
I'd strike it rich. This is it.

Can you speak German
or just read it?

Well, my mother was born in
Germany so I grew up hearing it.

Yeah, well, I've got
to go relieve Slate.

You keep your eye peeled
for strafers there, junior.

That's enough out of you.

I think you ought to
ship that kid to the rear

and make him an interpreter.

It'd be a lot safer
for the rest of us.

CORABETH: Oh, John,
your kind invitation to dine

could not have come
at a better time.

We all needed something
to lift our spirits.

Corabeth, you try a little
of this wild turkey,

that'll cheer you up.

I don't know what we're to do.
We try to be good to neighbors,

then some O.P.A. spotter
comes along and makes

a federal case out of it.

Well, it's persecution,
pure and simple.

And all this worry is not good
for Mr. Godsey's health.

I am very concerned
about his heart.

Ike's used to hard work.
Little trouble's not gonna hurt.

I don't know. I think
I ought to throw in the towel.

ROSE:
I know how you feel, Ike.

Seems to me I spend half my time
counting ration stamps.

That is, if you have any.
If not you do without.

Everything will be back to
normal once the war is over.

If we can remember
what normal was.

I don't see what good
it does to complain.

There goes
Little Miss Perfect again.

JOHN:
We ought to listen to her.

We're all tired of rationing
and regulations and all that.

We can't give up anymore
than our boys overseas can.

I think you're right, John.
We're all soldiers of a sort.

Well, in this case,
General Godsey, it is the OPA

and not the Nazi
who are the enemy.

-Come on, now. Dig in there.
-Yeah.

I don't know when I've had
a more delicious meal.

I do. The last time
you cooked one.

CORABETH:
Oh, Ike! Look!

We've been robbed.

Who on earth
could have done such a thing?

I don't know. The coffee
we got in yesterday, it's gone.

So is the sugar.

And the canned soups and meats
and vegetables,

all the rationed items.

Whoever it was
obviously knew what they wanted.

-Black marketeers.
-We're ruined.

All of this stock stolen and no
way to replace without stamps.

It's alright.

I'm going to go to the Ration
Board...No, not Ration Board.

I'm going to Washington D.C.
to talk to the head of the OPA.

And get hopelessly tangled
in red tape.

No, I won't.
I'll take care of it.

After all these years
of hard work,

broken equipment,
the Ration Board, and now this.

(SOBBING)
I simply can't bear it.

Corabeth, we've been through
worse than this together.

Everyone has their breaking
point, and I've reached mine.

(CRYING)
I just can't go on.

I know where it is, Lieutenant.
We'll get up there right away.

LIEUTENANT:
Keep us posted. Over and out.

Just as I was starting
to think of this place as home.

Slate, Willis!

We've been
ordered out on patrol.

(HUFFING)
I knew it was too good to last.

There's some German soldiers
holed up in a town

about 15 miles from here.

We're supposed to help a patrol
from B company flush them out.

-Let's get going.
-SLATE: I'll get the bag.

JASON: Everybody got
enough ammo?

LUSCO: Yep.
SLATE: Sir.

JASON: Slate, go out back
and let the goat loose.

Yes, sir.

JASON: Willis, you got
a clip in your rifle?

-Hope I don't need it.
-So do I.

Come on, let's hustle!

-I got a suggestion.
-What?

-Leave junior here.
-He'll be fine.

I'm telling you, Wal, he's too
jumpy for this, leave him.

We're not leaving anybody.

Okay, here we go. Single file!
Willis, you stay behind me.

Move out!

Ike?

Ike!

(CLATTERING)

-What's going on here?
-Hi, John, we've been robbed.

Whoever did it really
knew what they were doing.

All they took was rationed
items. We can't replace them.

Well, you can restock,
can't you?

No, would take a waiver, fill
out a million forms, take weeks.

You mean you're going
to stay closed that long?

That's right. The mercantile
will not be reopening.

Well, I'm going to keep
pumping gas and I'll keep

posting letters,
but that's about it.

And I, of course,
shall keep selling real estate,

which should more than
compensate for the loss of

profits from the mercantile.

Wait a minute.
We need a store here.

We got to do whatever it takes
to get you reopened.

John, the robbery was
just the last straw.

What with the price controls
and the rationing

and the bookwork and...

Come on in, honey.

I mean, it has become just too
much, and so Corabeth and I

have decided to close it up
and that's all there is to it.

Thanks again.

JEREMIAH: Hey, sonny!

-Whoa, team. Whoa!
-Howdy.

Where do you think
you're traipsing off

to out here in
the middle of nowhere?

I'm trying to catch a ride
to Walton's Mountain.

And where's that?

It's on beyond Charlottesville.

Oh.

-This road don't go there.
-Why not?

It don't go nowhere.

Well, that's not what the man
that just dropped me off said.

Maybe, maybe not.

Alright, climb up.

I know a shortcut
that'll get you

to the Charlottesville
turnoff.

If old Samson and Delilah
here still got the gumption

left to pull the both of us.

Get along, mule.
Get along there, now.

What're you doing out here if
this road doesn't go anywhere?

Well, I just keep hoping that
one of these years it might.

-Chew?
-Oh, no, thanks.

I bet you'd like a little drop
of something good?

We call this stuff Recipe
up on the Mountain.

Been to the war yet?

No. I'm stationed
at Langley Field.

Guess you ain't killed
many folks yet.

No, none, I'm glad to say.

Just as well.

Don't make sense going around
shooting at people.

They generally like
to shoot back.

This is water.

Well, now, if that
don't beat all.

(JEREMIAH CHUCKLES)

That's what I get
for letting it sit around

in the hot sun all day long.

(WILLIS COUGHING)

(WHISPERS) Willis.

That cough has got to go.

-I'm doing my best, Sarge.
-Try breathing deep.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

-That helped.
-Good.

You going to be alright?

I don't know. I have a bad
feeling about this mission.

I have a bad feeling about
every mission. We'll be fine.

Why don't we radio the company
and ask for reinforcements?

JASON: We haven't even
seen the town yet.

WILLIS: But there're...
There're only four of us

and the other patrol's
bound to be small, too.

And we don't even know
how many Germans are there.

That's what we're going
to find out. Let's go!

(WILLIS COUGHING)

(GUN FIRING)

JASON: Hit the dirt!

(GUN FIRING)

(SLATE GRUNTS)

You alright?

LUSCO: You alright!
SLATE: I'm okay, I'm okay!

LUSCO: Alright, alright,
stay low!

I'm taking the BAR.
Walton, cover me!

I'm going to get
alongside of them.

Alright, keep firing!
Pour it on!

Willis, open fire!

Willis!

Hold your fire!

(SLATE GROANS)

Slate!

How bad is it?

It hurts like hell, Sarge,
but I'm going to live.

Willis, get the sulphur
and a bandage.

Willis. You cough again
and I'll strangle you.

(SLATE GROANS)

You sure this shortcut
was such a good idea?

Well, sure it was!

This way, we don't risk old
Samson and Delilah here

-getting run over by a car.
-How am I supposed to catch

a ride from a car when we're
taking these back roads?

You'll get your ride
sure enough,

first thing in the morning.

In the morning?

You don't expect me
to be out driving

these dark roads
in the night, do you?

Alright, mule,
hold there! Hold now!

Whoa, now, mule.

-What are you doing?
-Making camp.

We're bunking down
for the night.

Well, I've got to get home.

Well, go on, then.

Now the main road is...

Well, I don't rightly
know which way it is.

But you'll bump into it
one of these years.

-You expect me to sleep here?
-I don't see why not.

I always pack the back
of this wagon

with the finest straw in
Fluvanna County

and I always bring along
an extra blanket

in case I get company.

-You're crazy, you know that?
-Ain't it the truth!

Now, I got to get my proper rest
and so do you.

We get up at 5:00
in the morning,

and I don't want
no dilly-dallying.

Sarge?

-Yeah?
-You're awake, too, huh?

I have a rough time sleeping
the night before we move up.

Same here.

I've been looking...
I've been looking at the stars.

Hard to believe my folks
can see the same sky

out the window of their home.

I know.

Sarge?

Yeah?

You get homesick?

Homesick and scared
rolled into one.

Everybody gets that way,
even Lusco over there.

Try to get some sleep.

Yeah, I'll try.

The place is completely
deserted.

I know. It's creepy, ain't it?

JACKSON: Halt!

Password!

-Double.
-JACKSON: Header.

-Jackson! How are you doing?
-JACKSON: Hey! Alright.

-You with B Company?
-JACKSON: Right.

Hey, the town's clear.

Great! They only sent
two of you guys?

The others took back
some prisoners.

Is there any more wine
where that came from?

There's all the wine you can
carry down there in the cellar.

-Great.
-JACKSON: Here, have some.

Hey, danke.

-Good to see you, Walton.
-JASON: Take it easy.

Sugar Two to Sugar One.
Sugar Two to Sugar One.

Come in, Sugar One, over.

LIEUTENANT:
Sugar One to Sugar Two, over.

The town's been cleared, over.

LIEUTENANT: Roger.

We just got word
the German's surrendered.

It's all over!

Come on back and help us
celebrate! Over and out!

Hey, you guys hear that?

It's all over!
The Germans surrendered!

(ALL WHOOPING)

I'm coming home, Ma!

You're going home! You're going
back to Brooklyn, Lusco!

Oh, let me go. Let me go to
Brooklyn.

-Let me have some of that wine!
-SLATE: I'm going home, Willis!

(ALL CHEERING)

Take cover!

Across the street,
the church tower!

Lusco! What the hell
do you think you're doing?

Thanks again for the ride.

Yeah, I've been on the telephone
most of the night.

Should be quite a few
people there.

Ike and Corabeth
got a lot of goods left.

Alright, Hank, thanks. Bye.

Do you really think
this is going to help, Daddy?

I don't know,
but it's sure worth a try.

-Hi, everybody.
-It's Jim-Bob!

-ELIZABETH: Jim-Bob!
-Jim-Bob!

I figured y'all would be
celebrating by now.

We would be, if we knew
you were coming home.

-Haven't you heard the news?
-ERIN: Are you getting married?

I just heard it on the radio.
Germany surrendered.

(ALL CHEERING)

Oh, my goodness! Come on!
Come on! Put the radio on.

Oh, somebody pinch me.
I can't believe it.

Ben! Ben! It's over! The Germans
surrendered! The war's over!

(BOMB WHOOSHING)

(EXPLOSION)

The war's over, huh?
Sure glad to hear it.

Alright. Lay down a barrage
and make him hit the floor.

I'm gonna get over to the church
and toss a grenade in there.

No. He thinks
we're still at war.

Willis!

Willis, yell up to him.
Tell him it's over.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Again!

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(GUN FIRING)

-What did he say?
-Liar.

And he thinks it's a trick.

We don't have any choice here.
We got to blow him out.

No. We gotta take
him prisoner.

An hour ago we had a license
to kill. Now we don't.

If we can get inside
that church

maybe we can talk him down.

You're looking for volunteers,
don't look at me.

I'm going after him.

You're going to risk your skin
to save that Kraut?

JASON: That's right?

I need a volunteer.

Willis?

Cover me.

-You're crazy, Sarge.
-Cover me!

(GUN FIRING)

Walton is crazy.

That guy has got a lot of guts.

Willis, what are you doing?
Willis!

LUSCO: Hey, kid!
SLATE: Willis!

Ready?

He must know we're in here.

What do we do?

Call up to him again.

What if he comes down shooting?

Then we'll shoot back.

(WILLIS SPEAKING GERMAN)

He's coming.
Keep talking.

You've got to make him
believe it's true.

(WILLIS SPEAKING GERMAN)

(GERMAN SOLDIER SPEAKING GERMAN)

-What did he say?
-He still thinks we're lying.

(JASON SIGHS)

We're just going
to have to wait him out.

(GUN FIRING)

That stupid Lusco!

Willis!

(WILLIS SPEAKING GERMAN)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Friede. Peace.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Well, we were only trying
to do you a favor, Ike.

Well, I appreciate it, Miss
Mamie. It's just that

I don't want to bargain
for any trouble.

What trouble? Papa's Recipe
is not on the ration list.

Well, no, it's not.
It's just that I...

Well, there are other problems
to be considered.

The Recipe is, of course,
primarily medicinal.

And we are not a pharmacy.

Afternoon, Ike, Corabeth,
ladies.

-John.
-IKE: John, Happy V-E day!

I thought you were closed, Ike.

Well, I was, but everybody
in town found out about it

and I thought I'd get lynched
if I didn't open up again.

You can't eat gasoline
and real estate, right?

Well, it's nice to know that
we're needed.

Well, I suspect that the
proprietor of a certain

lumber mill is responsible
for this.

MISS MAMIE: You're right. John
telephoned us early this morning

and told us to bring
our business right over.

I think that was supposed
to be a secret, Emily.

Of course, it was, Sister.

-Is this a permanent reopening?
-You bet it is.

Wait till you see me
handle that OPA case.

I'm going to get everybody in
this store to testify for me.

Oh, Mr. Godsey, please. Remember
what happened last time.

Whatever are we going to do
with all this Recipe, Sister?

I haven't the slightest idea.

Our pantry is already
overstocked.

Well, I might just be able
to help you out, ladies.

We're having a V-E day
celebration tonight

and I'm sure
we're gonna need some Recipe

before the night's over.

Oh, what a splendid idea!

MISS EMILY: That's very
chivalrous of you, John.

* Roll out the barrel *

* We'll have a barrel of fun *

* Roll out the barrel *

* We've got the blues
on the run *

* Zing boom tararrel **

* Sing out a song
of good cheer *

* Now's the time
to roll the barrel *

* 'Cause the gang's
all here **

Aren't you enjoying
the party?

(CRYING) I wish I felt like it.

Elizabeth, what's wrong?

I don't know why I'm crying.

It's just I know I hate war.

I guess if there
was a reason for a war

there's a reason
for this one.

(ELIZABETH CRYING)

I'm glad it's over in Europe.

And I hope it won't be long
before it's over everywhere.

I want my brothers to come home.

Honey, they're coming home.

Come on.

* My country, 'tis of thee *

* Sweet land of liberty *

* Of thee I sing *

* Land where my fathers died *

* Land of the pilgrims'
pride **

JOHN-BOY: Eisenhower had called
the invasion of Europe

the Great Crusade.He reminded
us back in June of 1944

that the eyes
of the world were upon us

that the hopes and prayers
of people everywhere

marched with us.

Now the Great Crusade was over.

And while we rejoiced,
there was the knowledge

that the war in Japan
was still to be won.

ELIZABETH:
Mary Ellen, how do you spell
victorious?

MARY ELLEN:
Elizabeth, you ought
to be asleep.

ELIZABETH: I will be soon.
I'm writing a letter to Ben.

MARY ELLEN: Tell him that John
Curtis is learning how to count.

ERIN: Tell him I ran into
an old girlfriend of his today.

JOHN: Tell him all that in the
morning. Goodnight, Elizabeth.

ELIZABETH: Goodnight, Daddy.

I still don't know
how to spell victorious.