All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S07E08.The.Captive.WEBRip.x264-ION10

-Mama, wake up.
-Is she alright?

I can't tell.

-You have to get us home fast.
-I can't see the road.

(HORN BLARING)

AIMEE: Look out!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

JOHN-BOY: In the autumn
of 1941,

the harsher realities of the
world beyond Jefferson County

seemed remote from the ebb
and flow of our daily lives.

Although our isolation
would soon be shattered,

my family, particularly
my sister Elizabeth,

would find the small joys
and sorrows

of life on Walton's Mountain,
reality enough.

-Hey, Elizabeth.
-What's going on out here?

Elizabeth wants to learn
how to drive.

Elizabeth, driving's
pretty serious business.

I think maybe
you're a little young.

It's my patriotic duty.

-Civil defense.
-Please.

Think you can handle it?

I don't want you getting
into any accidents.

Daddy, with me as copilot,
what could possibly happen?

Alright, if you think you're
ready, I'll give you a chance.

Change places.

Take her out on the back road
and be very careful.

-Yes, Daddy.
-JOHN: Go ahead.

And, Elizabeth, I want you to
promise

you'll never drive with anybody

unless you're with
your brothers or sisters.

Yes, sir.

Okay, this is
the ignition starter.

You pull that out when you want
to turn on the battery.

You're fighting it, Elizabeth!

Think of yourself
as part of the machine.

I can't do that and change gears
at the same time.

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

-Oh, swell...
-What did I do wrong?

You popped the clutch first,
you missed second gear,

you left the hand brake on,

and you weren't going
fast enough to be in third gear.

Well, you never said anything
about how fast you were going.

-Isn't it obvious?
-No, it's not!

Start the car.

Push the gas.

Do you need to pull
that thing up?

(ENGINE STARTING)

Elizabeth, there's a car coming.

Why don't you get over
to the side of the road?

Elizabeth, get over.
Elizabeth, get over!

They do allow other cars
on the road, you know.

Did you see how fast
he was going?

How do you expect me
to teach you to drive

if you chicken out every time
a car comes down the road?

I'm not doing bad
for a beginner.

You're a menace.

I'll walk home. Creep!

Ha!

CORABETH: All new equipment.
We can remove this wall,

put a patio,
and a small fountain,

and then a skylight.

Mama had a skylight
back home in Doe Hill

and she used to raise ornamental
orange trees from seed.

Oh! Permeated with the odor
of orange blossoms,

that room was one of the
Seven Wonders of the World!

Oh, just a moment, young ladies.

Where are you going?
What is this you're wearing?

A kind of uniform?

It's what everyone wears
at school.

Well, it is very unladylike.

Aimee, change into
your plaid skirt

and your black patent
leather shoes.

Patent leathers?
Oh, but they're so creepy.

-They're what?
-BOTH: Creepy.

What a peculiarly
unpleasant expression.

Well, that's how
everybody talks.

(DOOR OPENING)

Aren't you gonna change?

No, in 10 minutes
she'll forget all about it.

It's kind of weird,
isn't it?

Oh, she's been acting
strange lately.

One minute she's happy,
then the next she's sad,

and she forgets things.

And Doe Hill,
it's coming out of my ears.

Sounds like "the change."
Mama had it last year.

What is it?

Women reach a certain age and,
well, they go kind of crazy.

It's because they can't have
babies anymore. Maybe that's it.

Well, my mama
already can't have babies.

I thought she was younger
than your mama.

Really? I thought
they were about the same age.

Everybody over 18
looks the same to me.

She has been acting a little
more unusual than usual.

I don't think
you young ladies understand

the proper importance
of these formative years

in preparing yourself
for your debut.

What debut?

It's when you're presented
to society.

And for that
auspicious occasion,

you must cultivate
the tastes of a lady.

In music, in art,
in the dance.

That first tall,
handsome young man

to come courting
is not many years away.

There is much to learn.

You must work on
your needlepoint,

your sewing,
your piano lessons.

Yes, there's much to learn

if you are to find the proper
tall, handsome young man.

When I was a girl,
back in Doe Hill,

I used to paint
on pieces of silk.

Horses.

I almost always painted horses.

Their proud heads,

their fine, strong,
muscular bodies.

Oh, they were so beautiful.

Does anyone still paint on silk?

Oh.

The world has squandered

so much of grace and beauty.

(ELIZABETH COOING)

How was your driving lesson,
Elizabeth?

-Ask Jim-Bob.
-You wouldn't listen.

Well, Jim-Bob,
you have to be patient.

I'd rather do this geometry
than teach her to drive.

Jim-Bob, if you do geometry
as well as you teach driving,

you'll flunk.

(LAUGHS)

I'll give you
a lesson, Elizabeth.

We, who are about
to die, salute you.

Somebody better warn
the countryside.

Don't listen to them.
I'll teach you how to drive.

I could use
a little excitement.

Thank you.

Drips.

Can you believe that?

(ROMANTIC PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Are you alright, Mama?

I'm feeling unwell,
but it will pass.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Oh, tell your father
that I'm indisposed.

-Hi, Aimee.
-Hi.

Is supper ready?

Well, Mama's not feeling well,
so I'm making supper.

That's a big girl!

-Mama's sick, huh?
-Well, she's sleeping.

So we better not bother her.
We'll bring her supper later.

IKE: Okay, we'll
let her sleep then.

Mama, is Corabeth too young
to have "the change"?

What a strange question.
Why do you ask?

She's been acting kind of weird,
like something's wrong.

Well, she's
a very high-strung lady

who keeps
a lot of things inside.

If you feel uncomfortable,

maybe you and Aimee ought to
play here for a while.

-We don't have a pool table.
-And we never will.

Great news, Mr. Godsey,

I have decided
to strike out on my own.

I shall no longer be
a financial burden to you.

Well, you're feeling better.
Aimee made you some soup.

I'm going to become
a woman of means.

What is it that every home in
Jefferson County cries out for?

-A refrigerator.
-An interior decorator.

Uh, you know about
interior decorating?

Why, in my family,
a sense of taste and style

was a requirement.

Well, listen,
Corabeth, you know,

we can't afford
any extra expense at this time.

Well, I will just need

a little minor financial
assistance initially,

but once we're underway,
I have no doubt

that the possibilities
will be limitless.

We're gonna have to
discuss this later

because I gotta go
to a civil defense meeting.

Well, couldn't you be late,
just this once?

Well, I couldn't set
a bad example.

Oh, but can't we just talk?

I so long to share my plans
and my ideas.

Tomorrow, first thing.

I won't wake up.

Well, that's alright,
I'll wake you up.

Come on, Elizabeth. Could we go
a little faster, please?

I'm not ready to go fast yet.

You're never going to learn
if you stay in second gear.

And I have to get to Rockfish
sometime today.

Don't yell at me!

Well, look, will you
please step on it?

At least put it
into third gear.

(GEAR CRANKING)

Good.

There's a curve.

Just go on your...
You're going too fast now!

Hit the brakes!
Elizabeth, hit the brakes!

You can drop me off
at Ike's store.

Elizabeth, I'm sorry
for yelling.

I didn't mean to.

Well, I have to go.

Please say something.
You're making me feel real bad.

Suffer.

Where are you going
all dressed up?

We're going over
to the Baldwin's.

Mama's going to redecorate.

-Well, what's the matter?
-Beats me.

And no more credit
to Maude Gormley.

Mr. Godsey oughta be back soon.
Are there any more questions?

Yeah, you got anymore
molasses cookies?

Yes, they're in the pantry.

Oh, no.

Perhaps you'd better
not go in there.

I sprayed for insects
this morning. Come along, Aimee.

We are beginning
a brand new enterprise.

And you shall be
my trusted assistant.

Hey, you got done early today.

Ben had to go somewhere.

Who's your next victim?

Jason gives me a lesson
as soon as he gets home.

I hope it works,
you're running out of family.

Take two, dear.

It's so nice
to have you here.

Well, now we have
a full decanter.

Are you sure you won't have
a touch of the Recipe?

Oh, no, no.

MISS EMILY: It seems to
do so much for tea.

MISS MAMIE: Oh, I prefer it
to lemon, myself.

Oh, no, really.

Oh, Sister and I find ourselves
quite relaxed after a cup.

Indeed we do.

Well, I usually
drink my tea plain,

but since you insist,

it would be
most ungracious of me to refuse.

Well, now, this
is quite an occasion.

Sister, this is the first time

that Corabeth has joined us
in a sip of the Recipe.

Papa would be so pleased.

Now, as to the point
of my visit.

I have just had the most
wonderful idea.

What this little community
is in desperate need of

are the services
of an interior decorator.

I did not know
there was a demand.

Oh, well, a successful business
creates its own demand.

What is required

is someone with a cultivated
sense of taste and style.

-That's why you came to see us?
-Precisely.

Well, that might be diverting,
don't you think, Sister?

Well, yes, if there's a need.

Imagine, Sister, becoming
interior decorators at our age?

Oh, no. No, I'm afraid
you misunderstand.

...keep our suggestions modest,
of course.

They're making the most
wonderful reproductions now.

Queen Anne, Chippendale,
don't you know?

Well, now, let's see.
What did we do with our books?

Let me see,

I was pressing violets in them
last spring.

(SHRIEKING) Why won't anyone
listen to me?

I am so sorry.

Is there something
you want, Corabeth?

We're neglecting our guest.

Corabeth's cup
is empty already.

Would you like a little tea
with some of the Recipe?

This time I will have the Recipe
without the tea.

Elizabeth,

you know I love you,

and I think
you're a real neat person.

And what you're trying to do,
learning to drive at 13,

I think it's real spunky.

-ELIZABETH: You're angry.
-I'm not angry.

It's really okay
if you want to take me home.

I mean, today's just not my day.

(CAR DRIVING AWAY)

-What happened?
-I drove the car into the lake.

Well, maybe you'll do
better next time.

There's nobody left.
Jason was my last chance.

What are you doing outside?

I thought you were
the trusted assistant.

(WOMEN CHATTERING)

No, we have tarried too long.

We really must return

to the world of
General Merchandise.

Are you going to redecorate
their house?

Oh, really.

How children can misunderstand
the affairs of adults.

-We really must go.
-You're very welcome to stay.

Oh, no. No, I don't want to
keep you from your pursuits.

Sister and I are much too old
for pursuits.

Actually...

I have pressing business
in Rockfish.

But what about Elizabeth?

I thought we were
going to take her home.

Perhaps Elizabeth can make
other arrangements.

We could driver her,
couldn't we, Sister?

Oh, that's a lovely idea.

Elizabeth's been
taking driving lessons.

Really? Well,
then you can drive us.

Would you like that, Elizabeth?

(CAR DOOR CLOSING)

-Yes. Thank you.
-Oh, good!

(SISTERS LAUGHING)

That was a nasty one.

The best thing to do is to stay
in the middle of the road.

-It's smoothest in the center.
-Sister feels it's safer.

What do you do about
oncoming cars?

Oh, they usually get right over
whenever they see us coming.

ELIZABETH: See, my problem is
I'm never in the same car twice.

I like this car, though.
It changes gears really easily.

I hardly ever use the clutch.

JOHN: Elizabeth! Elizabeth!
Elizabeth!

Elizabeth! Put on the brakes,
Elizabeth!

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

(ENGINE RUNNING)

-Everybody alright?
-MISS EMILY: Oh, just fine.

That was quite exciting,
don't you think?

Elizabeth, why are you driving
the Baldwin's car?

-We insisted, didn't we, Sister?
-I do believe it was your idea.

Lucky nobody was hurt.

You know better than to drive
without being supervised.

Oh, but Sister was giving her
the full benefit of her advice.

And she was doing very well,
right up until this last part.

(LAUGHING)

Elizabeth,
you should have known better.

I think you've had enough
driving lessons for a while.

Don't worry, Daddy.
Jim-Bob was right, I'm a menace.

Well, at least
you didn't hit the house.

I think I've changed my mind
about learning how to drive.

I don't think
there's any damage to the car.

Oh, ladies, ladies.
Come on out.

We'll back this car
out of here for you.

We'd be most grateful.

We must get home
and start studying swatches.

Corabeth wants us
to redecorate her house.

Well, I think maybe
you ladies got that backwards.

It's Corabeth who wants to go
into interior decorating.

Oh, could we have
misunderstood, Sister?

Well, with Corabeth,
that isn't too difficult.

I do hope we haven't offended
Mrs. Godsey.

Oh, I don't think so.

I distinctly remember her saying
she was going to Rockfish

on some other business.

That's right,
I believe she intends

to open a dancing school.

A dancing school?

(CHUCKLING)

Well, alright ladies.
Just step aside here.

We'll have your car
out of here in no time.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

IKE: Corabeth, open this door!

You just can't announce that
you're opening a dancing school

and then walk out the door!

I intend to open a school
of the dance, Mr. Godsey,

and that is final!

Well then why don't you
use Godsey Hall?

Because the students
are in Rockfish!

I signed the lease today!
It is a fait accompli.

Corabeth, we cannot afford that!

Yes, we could.

I am drowning
in this Virginia backwater!

Corabeth, I hate it
when you talk like that!

(BANGING ON DOOR)

-Open this door!
-Leave me alone!

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

-Ben, get me some more of these!
-Okay!

(INAUDIBLE)

Olivia said
that I might find you here.

John, I don't believe
I've ever been here before.

My, you have certainly
risen in the world.

As a relative,
no matter how distant,

I want to tell you how proud
I am of your achievements.

Thank you, Corabeth.
What can I do for you?

Oh, well, no doubt you've heard
of my dancing studio?

Yes, I heard you signed a lease
over in Rockfish.

I'm going to put in
an entire wall of mirrors.

Sure sounds like
a lot of work, isn't it?

Precisely, that's why
I've come to you.

You see, I believe
that the reluctance

on the part of the mothers
to enroll their daughters,

is partially due to
the dressing facilities.

The little girls are
having to dress in the...

In the powder room,
one at a time.

Well, you can see the difficulty
as enrollment increases.

I could see that would be
a difficulty.

How many girls
do you have enrolled?

Three, oh, possibly five.

But, as I said,
we've only just opened.

Um...

I wanted to prevail upon you
to possibly build me

a small dressing room.

And maybe a partition
for a waiting room.

I don't think I can take on
any extra work right now.

Well, this will take
very little of your time.

But, of course, if you are
behind in your schedule,

I wouldn't want to impose
on a family member.

Alright. Why don't I
drop by Saturday?

Perfect.

Oh.

That's the day
the sign goes up.

Well, I... I really must go.

-See you Saturday.
-Bye, Corabeth.

John.

Corabeth?

Oh, John! You're just in time.

And, Olivia,
how kind of you to come.

The Corabeth Walton School
of Dancing?

Of the Dance.

And, John, even a modest man
like yourself must understand

how well respected the name
Walton is in this community.

And, of course, my maiden name
is Walton, you know.

Everybody thinks of you
as Godsey.

My point exactly.

I was hoping I'd get to see
you teach your class.

Oh, well,
the dressing room facilities

have proven to be more of
a problem than I anticipated.

You are here
not a moment too soon.

(DOOR OPENING)

Any way I can help, Corabeth.

IKE: Corabeth,
I got to talk to you.

-Olivia, John.
-Ike.

Well then, talk.

I got a bill this morning
for a phonograph record machine.

It is getting to the point where
I'm afraid to open the mail.

I can't teach dancing
without music.

How do you expect me
to pay for it?

The tuition from 20 students
will make up for the expenses!

-How many do you have now?
-I haven't even opened yet!

-Would you answer my question?
-Nor do I intend to,

until John sees to it that
the dressing rooms are finished!

Now, perhaps you would like show
him what it is I have in mind.

(STUTTERING)
John, I think that
this area over here

is where Corabeth wants to
put the dressing facilities.

(EXHALING)

Well, Ike,

looks like you got a school
of the dance on your hands.

I used to dream
of being a dancer.

Guess every young girl does.

I plan to enroll Aimee
in our advanced class.

I do hope that
you will enroll Elizabeth.

Well, she is at
that awkward age.

Maybe some ballet lessons
might do her some good.

Annual tuition is $50.

That tuition might be the reason
why you only have one student.

I always thought dancing schools
charged by the lesson.

Oh, but for you, Olivia,
payable in two installments.

I'm sorry.

That's more than we can afford
for dancing lessons just now.

It never dawned on me
that I would not receive

full support from my family.

Are you sure you're up to this?
You look worn out.

Perhaps it's the pressure
of a new enterprise.

Are you in some kind of trouble?

Olivia, I would not tell
another soul this, but...

Mr. Godsey is very difficult
to live with.

He is not romantically
satisfactory.

You're not gonna solve
that problem

by getting yourself
into another one.

I need this.

So badly.

What's it going to run me, John?
Arm and a leg?

Oh, Ike, maybe Elizabeth
wants to take some lessons.

I'll swap you the lumber
for lessons,

and I won't charge you
for my time.

-I can't let you do that, John.
-Come on, Ike.

Don't you remember all the
favors you've done for me?

Well, I really do appreciate it.
But...

What I'm afraid of,
is going bankrupt

before she gets this
out of her system.

Maybe she'll surprise you
and do real good at it.

She just keeps going
from one thing to the other.

You got any idea
what's bothering her?

I don't know.

But if it doesn't turn around
pretty quick,

I'm going to wind up
a crazy man.

Are you sure
nothing's bothering you?

You hardly said a word
all the way home.

Liv, this sounds crazy,

but have you ever seen
Corabeth take a drink?

You mean liquor? No, never.
You know how she is.

Well, I saw
an empty liquor bottle

in that trash can of hers
over there.

Of course, it could have been
one of the workmen.

Now that you mention it,

I thought I smelled something
funny when I was talking to her.

I tell you, Liv, something
is going on over there.

Corabeth's got
a lot of weaknesses

but I can't believe
that drinking is one of them.

If she's got a drinking problem,

it doesn't mean
she's got a weakness.

It may be something
she can't help.

If that's true, there must be
something we can do for her.

If it's true, there's nothing
we can do at all.

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

And third position, and remember
to point your toes...

No, no, no.
Now, we shall begin again.

And little girls,
I want you to remember

that you are
not common chorus girls,

but young ladies, reaching for
the heights of poetic movement.

Now remember
to let your extremities flow.

Now, we shall begin again.
And...

If you would learn
to tie a proper knot,

we could get on with
the business at hand

much, much quicker.

Now, we shall begin again,

and we shall start
with the left foot, Judy.

The left foot.
Learn to tell them apart.

You put that child on point,
and in less than 10 years

you will be lucky if she
can walk, let alone dance!

Miss Walton, since you obviously
don't know anything

about running a dancing school,
I will find a teacher who does!

(SOBBING)

-Where did everybody go?
-Mama?

Where did the children go?

No one gave them
permission to leave.

The first rule of a dancer
is discipline.

They have no discipline.

-Mama.
-Are you alright, Corabeth?

It won't work.

They won't pay my tuition.

We'll fail, just as
everyone thought.

It's a failure, isn't it?

-I don't know.
-Oh, well.

It doesn't matter.

You're just a child.

Oh.

I wish I were in Doe Hill.

A place of serenity and repose.

Sometimes...

I wish I were a child again.

If you're an adult,
you can do anything you want.

Anything you want?

Oh, well.

Run along.

I'll be with you in a moment.

We'll be waiting for you
in the car.

Oh, Mama,

where is that tall young man
you said would come and find me?

She shouldn't drive like this.

Well, she's done this
a lot of times

and she always manages
to make it.

Corabeth, maybe Ike
should come and drive us.

-No!
-No, certainly not.

I am perfectly capable
of driving.

ELIZABETH: Corabeth,
you're going the wrong way.

AIMEE: Mama, you're
supposed to go left.

Mama, wake up!

(SCREAMS)

-Mama?
-Corabeth? She's passed out.

-We have to get help.
-There will be someone along.

We'll be out here all night.
You have to drive us.

I can't! You know I...
I told you.

You have to.

No sign of them, Ike.

Well, it's not like Corabeth
to be late like this.

I'll go into town
look around for them.

You want to come with me?

No. I think I'll stay here
by the phone.

Alright, Ike.
I'll talk to you later.

Ike!

-Hello, Daddy.
-Corabeth! What happened?

-Is everybody alright? Aimee?
-We were worried about you all.

IKE: Corabeth, I want to know
what happened.

Corabeth wasn't
feeling well, Ike.

You all know what happened,
why are you pretending?

Mama was drunk.

She wrecked the car
and passed out

because she was drunk.

Corabeth, aren't you
going to say anything?

You could have killed everybody.

Why don't you just take a gun

and shoot me, Mr. Godsey?

JOHN: Ike, I guess
we'll be getting on.

John, please.
Would you come in for a minute?

I got to talk to you.

Corabeth?

Daddy, are you mad at me
for driving Corabeth's car?

Not this time, honey.

It's amazing what you can do
when you have to.

Hmm.

It's been quite a night.

What will happen now?
Will they get a divorce?

No, I don't think so.

They got some things
to work through.

It's gonna take
a lot of understanding

on both their parts.

It seems the older I get
the less I understand.

Me, too.

(FOOTSTEPS PATTERING)

John, she wants to see you.

Ike, this is really
none of my affair.

-She's your wife.
-She won't talk to me.

Maybe if you give her
a little time.

She blames me, you know.

I haven't made her happy.

-Ike...
-Please, John?

Remember the wedding?

You were my best man.

You wait here, honey.

Alright, Ike.
I'll go see her.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Corabeth?

I need your help, John.

Please help me
to get away from here.

Corabeth, I think
you've got a problem

that you can't run away from.

What could you possibly know
of my problems?

Corabeth,

I know that you have a feeling
your life is out of control.

I know you're feeling trapped.

I know you're afraid of
everything all the time.

And that you keep taking a drink
just to get through it,

but it doesn't
work for you anymore.

What makes you such an expert?

I had a friend once,
during the war.

Yes?

A lot of fellas drink when
they're under fire, Corabeth,

but this fella found himself

staying drunk
for weeks at a time.

Never even realized
how much he was drinking,

till one night, drunk,

he almost got himself

and a whole bunch
of his friends killed.

You see, Corabeth,

most alcoholics will tell you,

they're lucky
if they get scared enough

to go look for help.

We both know what could have
happened tonight.

Maybe it's time
you got some help.

An alcoholic?

Is that what you think I am?

Why don't you just
think about it for a while?

Please help me, John.

I'll help you.

But remember, you got
a lot of help right here.

You got a husband and a daughter
who love you.

They don't love me,

they tolerate me.

Why don't we find out
about that? Right now.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Aimee, let's go see your mother.

Mama, I was so scared.

Are you alright?

I'm sorry if I disappointed you.

Oh.

You didn't disappoint me.

You have never disappointed me.

I'll be anything
you want me to be.

Anything.

Just don't be sad.

Oh, no, baby, no.

No.

All I want
is for you to be happy.

Corabeth, Ike's waiting
in the store.

Why don't we take Aimee home,
she can stay with Elizabeth.

Alright, Aimee?

You'll be alright?

(CRYING) Goodnight, Mama.

Goodnight, cherie.

John?

That friend of yours
in the Army?

That was you, wasn't it?

Goodnight, Corabeth.

Thank you, John.

Ike, it's time
to talk to her.

Aimee will stay with us tonight.

Why don't you just go out
to the car, you two?

Ike,

you've known about Corabeth's
drinking all along, haven't you?

How come you never
talked to her about it?

I guess I was afraid that
I'm the reason she drinks.

Corabeth's got
a lot of problems,

she's gonna have to
face them herself.

But wishing away her drinking
or pretending it isn't there,

Ike, that's not the way.

I paid her bills, and...

I went along with
all her wild schemes.

I guess I thought I was doing
everything I could for her.

Best thing you can do
is help her face it.

Why don't you go
talk to her, Ike?

She's got some
tough times ahead.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Oh, Mr. Godsey,

I'm just so ashamed.

And I need your help.

I cannot go through this alone.

I have loved you
from the first moment I saw you.

But look at me.

Is this the woman
you fell in love with?

She's sad.

She's been hurt.

She hurt herself.

But she's still the same woman.

Nobody knows that
better than I do.

God knows, everybody's got
their weaknesses,

but I've seen your strength

and your courage
and your spirit.

And I've seen the great love
that you have for our daughter.

I know that
you can't quite let it out.

And you know she loves you,
you know that.

And I love her.

And you.

We'll fight this thing together.

You are loved.

You're not alone.

Mr. Godsey.

JOHN-BOY: For Corabeth Godsey,
it was a battle

that would last a lifetime,

with a few spectacular setbacks
before her ultimate success.

The weeks and months ahead

would sweep us all into
the World War we so feared.

And for Corabeth,

they would hold an extra
measure of terror.

Her newfound strength
would soon be tested,

as would our own,

against the fury
of a greater enemy.

CORABETH: I never noticed before

how tall you really are,
Mr. Godsey.

(GIRLS GIGGLING)

OLIVIA: Are you girls
still awake?

ELIZABETH: We can't sleep.
OLIVIA: Try harder.

AIMEE: We're trying to decide
what color to paint

Jim-Bob's car when he goes
into the air corps.

OLIVIA: You've got plenty of
time to decide. Get some sleep.

ELIZABETH: Goodnight.
AIMEE: Goodnight.

JIM-BOB: What did you say
about my car?

OLIVIA: Go to sleep!
JIM-BOB: Now, wait a minute.

ALL: Goodnight, Jim-Bob!