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Watch the hole in the floor there. My foot sort of went through it.

I'll fix that for you tomorrow.

I don't want you to feel obligated.

I'll put your mailbox back up for you, too.

I think I'm gonna like it here. Nice neighbors.

I know that she's married. I know that she's practically middle-aged.

That you've been spending every day with her since she moved into that cabin.

You can take my word for it, Elizabeth. She's nicer to be around than you.

Thank you for helping with the cabin, and for just being here to talk to.

You're playing with fire, son. I want it to stop.

What are you gonna do, Daddy? Lock me in my room?

I thought you trusted me.

BETSY: You're gonna fly, Jim-Bob!

JOHN-BOY: As World War Il continued, more and more American families

felt the pain of separation from their loved ones.

With no end in sight, they could only wait and pray

for the day their friends and relatives would come home safely.

During this time,

my brother Jim-Bob eagerly waited for his chance

to join in the fight.

And while he waited, he fell in love.

(HORN HONKING)

- She'll be right there, Jim-Bob. - Tell her to get a move on!

Hurry up, Serena.

You don't want to make Jim-Bob late for the first day of his new job.

How do I look, Nana?

With all those badges, you could pass for an Army General.

JIM-BOB: Come on, Serena.

Oh, yeah, don't forget I'm giving my luncheon today.

I'll have everything ready time you get home from your meeting.

Now scoot!

JIM-BOB: Bye.

The Randolph place? That old cabin's been empty for years.

- It's not anymore. - But that's back in the woods!

You didn't tell me that was part of the route.

Mrs. Randolph moved in a few days ago.

She's entitled to mail service just like anybody else.

That road's gonna be kind of hard on my car.

Now listen, Jim-Bob, the mail must be delivered.

Now, if you don't want the job, I'm sure I can get somebody else.

I want the job. I just hope she doesn't get a lot of mail.

Okay, Jim-Bob, now remember,

neither heat, nor snow, nor gloom of night

- shall stay these couriers... - Stay these couriers...

- from the swift completion... - from the swift completion...

- of their appointed rounds. - Of their appointed rounds.

Cadets of the Blue Ridge Girls' Club, we are at war!

Now, we must think of ourselves as an army.

Now, some of us are privates and some of us are generals.

Nevertheless, we must all do our utmost in the name of freedom.

Now, I do not need to tell you

how very disappointed I am in the results of our scrap metal drive.

Ten pounds of tin foil is not going to get us to Berlin.

However, we can make amends for our miserable showing

by earning all of our merit badges prior to the awards banquet.

Now remember,

our motto is, "A Blue Ridge Cadet is the best weapon yet."

Onward to victory!

(SINGING) Although some people say he's just a crazy guy

To me he means a million other things

For he's the one that taught this happy heart of mine to fly

He wears a pair of silver wings

And though it's pretty tough The job he does above

(EXCLAIMS)

Hi. I didn't know I had an audience.

Usually my singing drives people the other way.

You know, you have the distinct honor of being my first visitor.

Aren't you gonna tell me who you are?

I'm the mailman. I brought your mail.

(SIGHS) Nothing from my husband,

but I guess that's not your fault, overseas mail being the way it is.

Your mailbox is broken.

(LAUGHS)

Yeah, like everything else around here. I'm Betsy Randolph.

I know.

Do you have a name?

James Robert Walton. People call me Jim-Bob.

Jim-Bob. Good to know you, Jim-Bob.

I wrote some letters this morning. Do you post as well as deliver?

Sure. I am the mailman.

I know. Come on. They're inside.

And we thank you especially for this food.

- Amen. - ALL: Amen.

Serena, why don't you tell everyone what we're having for dinner?

The soup is vichyssois. That's French.

Then there's cucumber sandwiches, tomato aspic and a vegetable mold.

I don't think I've ever had a cucumber sandwich before.

Mrs. Godsey helped me plan the menu.

Sounds like something Corabeth would cook up.

We never get a meal like this at camp. It's a real treat for me, Serena.

What's the occasion?

I'm qualifying for my Cooking and Etiquette badges.

Well, shall we?

The soup's cold!

That's the way it's supposed to be, Jeffrey.

Serena, what other merit badges are you working on?

All kinds. Here's the list Corabeth gave us.

I don't know how I'm going to get it all done before the awards dinner.

I think you should just forget the whole thing.

BEN: Starting with this aspic. JOHN: Come on now.

Serena's trying to improve herself, we should give her a hand.

I do need a witness for each of the tasks.

All right. Who wants to witness woodcarving?

Come on.

Jim-Bob's not here. Why don't we put him down?

BEN: That's a good idea.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Daddy, we're all real busy.

We got loads of work, Daddy.

You don't have anything to do at night while your wife's away.

You take camping, Ben.

(ALL LAUGHING)

And fire-making. Erin, why don't you witness that?

And sewing. Jeffery. No.

- Elizabeth, you help with sewing. - Oh, no.

JOHN: That leaves art.

- JOHN: Jason. - What do I know about art?

Honey, why don't you do the first aid? You can use Jeffrey there for a patient.

Does that mean I get to wear a splint?

And who wants hiking?

How about you, Daddy?

Yeah. I'm sure you can find the time.

Please, Uncle John?

All right, I guess I could do that.

- Actually, there's two hikes. - Okay.

Five miles each.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Okay.

Eat up, John. We're having fried bananas for dessert.

Wonderful.

Thanks, Jim-Bob. Never could have moved that by myself.

Now all I've got to do is find the room to put all this stuff.

I'll help you.

I wouldn't be so quick to volunteer.

The first step is in getting this place cleaned up.

It is in pretty bad shape. Nobody's lived here for years.

Would you believe my husband used to spend his summers here

when he was a boy?

It seems like a nice place to wait for him.

- You sure got your work cut out for you. - Yeah.

I've never lived in the mountains before. Do you think I could learn how to fish?

Matt was always talking about fishing.

I could show you. I know all the good fishing spots around here.

- Is that your husband? - Mmm-hmm.

That was taken just after he enlisted.

JIM-BOB: He's a pilot?

BETSY: Yeah. He's the head man of a B-17 somewhere over Europe.

I'd do anything for a set of those wings.

I want to join the Air Corps as soon as I'm old enough.

- You want to be a flyer? - Yup.

I've dreamed about it all my life. Except I've got this problem with my eyes.

They say I can't see well enough to be a pilot.

I'm sorry.

I hear they need mechanics, and I'm pretty good at that.

Matt has to fly. That's what makes him feel really alive.

If you love flying, you should be in the air. Just sign up for the flight crew.

Do you think I'd have a chance?

You know, when I was a little girl, I wanted to be a concert pianist.

But my teacher told me I could never be good enough.

I believed her.

Hold onto your dreams, Jim-Bob. Don't ever let anyone talk you out of them.

Here, I don't want to hold you up any longer.

That's okay. You're at the end of my route anyway.

I'll be back tomorrow. Maybe there'll be some more mail for you.

I hope so.

And I can help you, too.

You really don't have to. I'm getting used to being alone.

Watch the hole in the floor there. My foot sort of went through it.

I'll fix that for you tomorrow.

I don't want you to feel obligated.

I'll put your mailbox back up for you, too.

I think I'm gonna like it here. Nice neighbors.

I'll fix the fence tomorrow, too.

(WHOOPS)

(HORN HONKING)

What you gonna do? Build the Randolphs a new house?

I'm just gonna fix a plank in the porch that I stepped through,

and repair her fence where I knocked it over.

I'm surprised she's letting you back on the property at all.

Me, too.

You're dressed kind of fancy for that kind of work, aren't you, son?

I don't want her to think I'm a hick. Mrs. Randolph's a nice lady.

And her husband's a major in the Air Corps.

- She pretty? - She's beautiful.

You're not getting stuck on her, are you, Jim-Bob?

I'm just gonna do some work for her, Daddy.

You be careful.

She's a lot older than me. And she's married.

Uh-huh.

Don't forget to bring back my tools!

The flowers that grow on the Mountain grow all by themselves.

They don't need any care at all.

With these fancy flowers, you've got to pamper them a lot or they'll die.

Yeah? How much pampering?

A lot of water at first, and you've got to feed them a lot of manure.

Of course, it all depends on what kind of manure you use.

I mean, there's cow manure, sheep manure or even a mixture.

I've never used horse manure before, but I'm sure it would work just as well.

I can bring you a whole bucket of any kind of manure you want.

That's just in case you don't know about manure.

Thank you. That's very informative.

I think I'll start work on the mailbox now.

Serena, I'm sorry, but I've got to get back to work.

If I'm late J.D. will dock my pay.

Please don't go. I need a witness. If you leave I'll have to start all over again.

Jeffrey here is going to be my official substitute witness.

Come on, Jeffrey. Just sit right down here

and stay and watch until Serena gets the fire going.

I'll be here for the rest of my life.

Erin, it doesn't count unless you see it.

Sure it does, Serena, because Jeffrey is gonna report directly to me.

Right, Jeffrey?

That thing's not gonna make a fire.

Erin, don't leave me with him.

Jeffrey, you just sit here and don't move until you see smoke and fire.

I've got to get going, so you take over for me now.

I don't see why she doesn't just use a match.

How much longer is this gonna take?

Shut up and watch!

- That was good stew, Mrs. Randolph. - Good.

If I can cook on this old wood stove, I can cook on anything.

If you want to practice some more, I'll volunteer my stomach.

I don't know how you can put away all that food and stay so skinny.

Grandpa used to say I had a tapeworm.

I believed him, too. Even gave him a name. Marvin.

(LAUGHS)

Well, you and Marvin are welcome for supper any time.

Thanks.

Especially when you bring a letter from Matt.

Bet you miss him, don't you?

- Yeah. I do. - He'll be back.

Maybe even in time for the crocuses.

He's where he has to be, and he's doing what he loves.

You know, Matt used to claim that he was half-bird.

I used to sit for hours and watch the hawks and eagles fly over the Mountain.

I'd pretend I was one of them, gliding free and easy in the wind.

Yeah. You'll get there, Jim-Bob.

One way or another. I'm building my own airplane from spare parts.

I've got something I want to show you.

Matt used to sit for hours and look through this.

He's got pictures of practically every plane ever built.

Mmm-hmm.

Take it home with you so you can have the time to really look through it.

Thanks, Mrs. Randolph. I'll take good care of it.

I'll bring it back as soon as I'm done.

I'd like it if you stopped calling me Mrs. Randolph. It's Betsy.

All right, Betsy.

Thank you for helping with the cabin, and for just being here to talk to.

You promised you'd teach me to bowl as soon as the new bowling alley opened.

Sorry, Elizabeth, but I'm busy.

That was two weeks ago!

- Look, I promise we'll go bowling. - When?

Elizabeth, I haven't got time for this.

You've got time for Mrs. Randolph. Is she more important than your sister?

I've been helping her fix up the cabin. It's been a lot of work.

You don't go up there every day because you love to work.

You've got no right to talk like that, Elizabeth.

You don't even know Betsy.

I know that she's married. I know that she's practically middle-aged.

That you've been spending every day with her since she moved into that cabin.

You can take my word for it, Elizabeth. She's nicer to be around than you.

What do you think, partner?

- I think we did a pretty good job. - Yup.

I think this calls for a celebration.

Would you like to join me for dinner tonight, Mr. Walton?

It would be a pleasure, Mrs. Randolph.

JOHN: I thought you were supposed to go bowling.

ELIZABETH: That's what I thought, too.

What's the matter, Miss Elizabeth?

Jim-Bob. He's been such a jerk lately.

I got to drive over to Ike's. I could use some company.

(BELL DINGS)

Corabeth.

Your youngest son was here just barely 90 seconds ago.

- We saw him. I guess he didn't see us. - He's kind of in a fog.

I hate to interfere with James Robert, but I am really very concerned about him.

What'd he do now?

He bought a very costly bottle of perfume as a gift.

Come to the point, Corabeth?

It was for that Randolph woman.

I'm afraid he is more involved than he knows.

That's putting it simply. He's head over heels in love.

Come on now,

you're putting a lot of weight on a little bottle of perfume, aren't you?

Perhaps.

But nevertheless, it is called Toujours l'amour,

which translated means "love forever."

What's the tent for, Serena?

I'm gonna sleep in it. It's for my Camping merit badge.

Ben helped me set it up.

Can I camp out with you?

No, I've got to do that part alone.

Come on, Serena. Nobody's gonna know.

Absolutely not. It was bad enough to make a fire with you around.

Aren't you afraid of the bears?

Don't think you're gonna scare me by talking about bears.

What if it rains?

- It looks like it's gonna rain tonight. - It's not gonna rain.

And even if it does, I'll be perfectly fine in my tent.

It's waterproof.

Uncle John, come and see my tent.

Well, looks like you're all set for a big night outside.

At least for a night outdoors.

(JOHN EXCLAIMS)

When can we start on our hike?

Honey, something's come up. I'm gonna be real busy for the next few days.

When can we go on it then?

I tell you what, as soon as I get free, we'll combine both hikes.

We'll take a 10-mile hike, and we'll call it an outing.

- Okay. - Okay.

Uncle John?

Does there happen to be any bears around here?

No. Nothing's gonna bother you.

- You sleep tight. - Okay.

Hey, Serena! Run for it! It's a cloud burst!

SERENA: Jeffrey, would you turn off the hose, or Uncle John's gonna get you.

If you like playing with water so much, you go take a bath right now.

Yes, sir.

- You going somewhere, son? - Just up to see Betsy.

You were there most of the day.

You seem to be spending a whole lot of time with her, Jim-Bob.

I've been helping her fix up her cabin. There was a lot of work to do.

Is that what you're gonna do tonight, work?

We're having supper together.

- Just the two of you? - Sure. Why not?

Because she's a married woman, Jim-Bob. People are beginning to talk.

I don't know what about. We're good friends, that's all.

Good enough for an expensive bottle of perfume?

Corabeth strikes again.

Jim-Bob, I don't like the idea of you going up there.

She's waiting for me.

You're playing with fire, son. I want it to stop.

What are you gonna do, Daddy? Lock me in my room?

I thought you trusted me.

(BETSY LAUGHING)

BETSY: I thought you would never stop.

At least now you know everything there is about manure.

Yeah. More than I really want to know.

(SIGHS)

Thank you again for the flowers, Jim-Bob. They're beautiful.

- What's this? - Just a little present.

Go on, open it.

Do you like it?

- Jim-Bob, I can't accept this. - Why not?

(SIGHS)

- It's too generous. - You've been awful nice to me.

I just wanted to show you I like you a lot.

I already know that.

I like helping you.

I want to take care of you.

I've never felt this way before.

Jim-Bob, I'm afraid I've given you the wrong idea.

Maybe we've spent too much time together.

I shouldn't have been so dependent on you.

I know you love your husband. It doesn't make any difference.

I just want to be with you.

Jim-Bob, I can't keep this. I'm sorry.

I hope you can understand.

I got to get going. Thanks for dinner.

I won't be up to whitewash that fence tomorrow.

Daddy needs me at the mill all week.

Good night, Jim-Bob.

- Do you have any idea what time it is? - Good night, Daddy.

Good night, nothing. I want an explanation.

It's late and I'm tired. I just want to go to bed.

Jim-Bob, I'm trying to be mother and father around here.

- I want you to start talking. - I've been driving around.

By yourself? What happened to Mrs. Randolph?

I wish I'd never laid eyes on her. I wish I'd never met her!

Why don't you tell me about it?

I'm in love with her. It came over me before I knew it.

That's the way it happens.

You were right, Daddy. I got in over my head,

and it hurts.

Why don't you get some sleep, son? Things will look different in the morning.

I'm sorry I was acting so stupid.

No reason to feel sorry, you've got enough pain to live with.

SERENA: Jeffrey, would you just stop

bouncing that ball? I've got to concentrate.

When are you gonna do my first aid?

- I'm drawing Jason right now. - You promised!

- How's it coming? - Just sit still, Jason.

- Can't I take a look? - I'm almost finished.

Come on, Serena.

Mary Ellen showed you that stuff last week.

I can hardly wait to see it.

This is the first time I've had my portrait done.

This is my first time, too, so don't expect much.

There. All done.

Let's see.

JEFFREY: It looks like a squashed watermelon.

Shut up, Jeffrey.

- What do you think, Jason? - I like it.

I think a couple of changes here and there, and you've got a real museum piece.

You don't have to lie. I know it stinks.

I think it's real good for the first time.

She's right. It stinks.

- You're a pest, do you know that? - I was just telling the truth.

I think it's time to do the first aid now. Come on, Jeffrey.

See you later, Jason.

- What are you doing? - Swinging.

I want you to know I didn't mean those things I said the other day.

Then why'd you say them?

Because I didn't like the way you were talking about Betsy.

All that's changed now. I'm not gonna see her anymore.

Wait a minute. What did she do?

She didn't do anything. It's just not right that I spend all my time with her.

She's a lot older than me.

- And she's got a husband. - Right.

Jim-Bob, are you in love with her?

Not anymore.

You know, I'm glad you apologized.

- I don't like it when we argue. - Neither do I.

You want to go bowling tomorrow?

- Sure. - Okay.

- Serena, don't cover my eyes. - I have to.

- Just like I have to cover your mouth. - My mouth?

Especially your mouth.

There.

All finished. Bye, Jeffrey.

And it serves you right!

Serena! Don't leave me!

Excuse me. I'm looking for Jim-Bob Walton.

- Mrs. Randolph? - Mmm-hmm.

- You must be his father. - That's right.

Is Jim-Bob here? I'd like to talk to him.

That may be a problem there, Mrs. Randolph.

I'm not sure he wants to talk to you.

I made a terrible mistake, and I need to straighten things out with Jim-Bob.

See, he's hurt and angry and seeing him won't do much good.

Mr. Walton, your son means a lot to me.

He was my friend at a time when I really needed somebody.

I can't just let either of us throw that friendship away.

You know, Mrs. Randolph, he loves you. It's not just puppy love.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt him.

He may act like a little boy sometimes, but he's got the feelings of a man.

It might be better to give him some room so he can work this out.

I want to see him, Mr. Walton.

He's working on his airplane engine, over behind the barn.

Thank you.

How's it coming?

Slow.

It looks intricate. You must be quite a mechanic.

I'm not bad.

I've missed you, Jim-Bob.

Whitewashing that fence all by myself yesterday wasn't much fun.

I know you're angry with me.

I want you to know that I didn't mean to hurt you.

And it's not every day you find a good friend,

and it's really horrible when you think you've lost one.

That's what I wanted to say.

Betsy, don't go.

I'm not angry with you. I'm angry at myself.

It was my fault.

We both made a mistake.

Look, if we don't see each other again,

we're gonna be left with this empty feeling inside.

Is that what you want?

I'm still kind of confused.

You worked very hard for me on the cabin.

I've never had a chance to repay you for it.

- I didn't expect you to. - Yeah, I know.

- But I have something for you anyway. - What is it?

It's a surprise.

How about it?

Okay.

JIM-BOB: You sure been acting mysterious, bringing me way up here.

- I notice it hasn't hurt your appetite. - Marvin loves fried chicken.

So does Buddy, and I promised to save him some.

You didn't tell me we were meeting somebody up here.

Yeah, Buddy Russell, he's an old friend of Matt's. And he's late.

(AIRPLANE WHIRRING)

What's that?

I think it's your surprise.

I told you Buddy would find us.

You're gonna fly, Jim-Bob!

BETSY: Hey, Buddy.

Jim-Bob.

Got to get a tie.

Let's go!

BOTH: (SINGING) Come, Josephine, in my flying machine

Going up she goes, up she goes

Balance yourself like a bird on a beam

In the air she goes, there she goes

Up, up, a little bit higher

Oh, my, the moon is on fire

Come, Josephine, in my flying machine

Going up, all on!

Goodbye!

I still can't believe it, the way I felt up there,

just like an eagle soaring over the mountains,

the wind whistling in my ears.

And it's just the beginning, Jim-Bob. You're gonna be doing a lot of flying.

JIM-BOB: (SINGING) Come, Josephine, in my flying machine

Going up she goes, up she goes

I don't know how to thank you, Betsy.

It was even more incredible than I'd imagined.

Just promise you'll take me for a ride

in that plane you're building when you get it finished.

You can be my copilot.

- Friends? - Best friends.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come in.

- Morning, Uncle John. - Morning, honey.

When can we start on our hike?

Ben and me got to go to Charlottesville, first.

We'll only be a couple of hours. You be ready when we get back, okay?

- I'll be waiting. - Good. We've got a great day for a hike.

- Okay. Goodbye, Uncle John. - See you later.

(BELL DINGS)

Good morning.

I was going up to see Betsy. I thought I'd take her her mail.

Jim-Bob, I already brought Betsy's mail up to her place early this morning.

Mr. Godsey and I went up there together.

- It was a telegram. - JIM-BOB: What kind of telegram?

- Her husband. - Oh, no.

I offered to stay with her, but she said she just wanted to be alone.

I should be with her.

Jim-Bob, I don't think I'd go up there if I were you. Just leave her be.

No, Mr. Godsey, I think he should. She needs a friend.

- Uncle John hasn't come back yet, huh? - No.

- And I can't wait for him any longer. - Where are you going?

- On my 10-mile hike! - You can't go by yourself.

Watch me!

Betsy?

I heard.

Ike and Corabeth told me.

Are you all right?

I don't mean to bother you.

I just want you to know I'm here if you need me.

I wish I could make you feel better.

Sometimes it helps if you can talk about it.

My sister lost her husband at Pearl Harbor.

It took her a long time just to be able to cry.

I didn't know Matt, but I felt like I did because we both love flying so much.

What I'm trying to say is,

if you want to talk to somebody, I'd be happy to listen.

If you need me, I'll be outside.

- Any sign of her? - No.

I went all the way up to Bascomb Ridge and back, and there's no sign of her.

There's no telling which way she might have gone.

How's Rose holding up?

I made her some tea, but she's still real upset.

She's mad at Jeffrey for not telling her Serena left and she's blaming herself.

Thank heaven.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

Sorry we're late. The truck broke down.

We tried calling, but there wasn't a phone for miles.

I'm glad you're here, Daddy.

Serena took her hike by herself. She hasn't come back yet.

- Which way did she go? - ERIN: No one knows.

Jeffrey said she just took off.

You go on the back road to Rockfish. Come on, son, you drive.

(TWIGS SNAPPING)

Who's there?

JOHN: Serena!

Serena!

- Should we take the lower road? - Not yet.

I just hope she didn't cut through the woods.

Serena, are you all right?

- All right, honey, now come on home. - No.

It's not 10 miles yet, and I'm gonna finish my hike.

Is it all right if I finish it with you?

(SINGING) Come, Josephine, in my flying machine

Going up she goes, up she goes

Balance yourself like a bird on a beam

In the air she goes, there she goes

JOHN-BOY: Jim-Bob was never to see Betsy Randolph again,

but their brief friendship was a turning point in his life.

No one would ever think of him as a boy again.

He had become a man.

SERENA: Good night, Uncle John. JOHN: Good night, Serena.

SERENA: Good night, Jeffrey.

Jeffrey, I said good night.

Are you still mad at me?

JEFFREY: I could have smothered in those bandages.

SERENA: I'm sorry. I promise I'll never do anything like that again.

ROSE: Don't be too sorry, Serena.

It was the quietest afternoon I've spent in months.

- Good night, Jeffrey. - JEFFREY: Good night, Nana.

English - SDH