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-Any sign of them?
-Nothing.

Me neither. I walked about
three miles down that way.

-What did you find?
-Nothing but this.

It's one of the oars
from the boat.

JOHN-BOY: In the late spring
of 1940,

our world on Walton's Mountain
was very quiet and uneasy.

For the first time ever, people
stopped work in the daytime

to turn on the radio.

The war in Europe
had seemed to be hibernating

until suddenly,
on the 10th of May,

the Germans invaded Belgium

and the Netherlands
and Luxembourg.

By the 10th of June,
they had enslaved all three,

and driven the British and
French forces into the sea

and were marching into Paris.

To all purposes,
the free world in Europe

now consisted only
of the British Isles.

And just as suddenly,
at least it seemed so,

here at home there were no more
pacifists, no isolationists.

The little ocean between us
and the Nazi terror

was not very wide anymore.

People were beginning to feel
that the time had come

to help whatever allies we had,

and to be ready when the attack
turned on ourselves.

MISS MAMIE: Hope we're not
interrupting

your housework, Olivia.

You are, and I don't mind
in the least.

We considered most carefully our
calling at this time of day,

but we decided the matter
was most urgent.

What matter is that, Miss Emily?

What matter was it, Mamie?

Well, Sister and I can
scarcely bear

to look at the
newspapers anymore.

Down in Norfolk, why, it's just
like 1917 all over again.

They say the Navy alone
has 22,000 people working,

that don't include the women
and young ones.

MISS MAMIE: We are so distressed

about our cottage
at the seashore.

Someone should be using it.

Probably is a real shortage
of houses down that way.

Of course, we haven't
gone down to see it.

Last summer, we had a man
remodel the kitchen.

And he said if we added
a screen porch

and did something
about the other bedrooms,

the cottage could accommodate
quite a number of people.

He sent this list of materials
that would be needed.

MISS MAMIE: When Mr. Roosevelt
made that speech

at Charlottesville yesterday

about everybody pitching in and
harnessing the resources, I...

It was like he was pointing his
finger right at Sister and me.

-Mmm?
-Our cottage, that's a resource.

We've got the lumber,

the siding, the nails,
everything except the screening.

You just tell me where
you want it and when.

Well, it isn't just
the lumber, John,

what we really need is you.

If you'd go down there
and do the work yourself,

then Sister and I could be sure
it was being done properly.

I'm much obliged, ladies,

but this looks like a couple
of weeks work to me.

I don't like being away
from the family that long.

Your family wouldn't be
fond of it, either.

John, if we took
the boys along to help,

we'd get it done in,
say, 10 days.

Well, with them pitching in, Pa,

we'd probably do it
in a week at the outside.

Is your cottage big enough
for an army of Waltons?

Oh, the cottage is plenty
big enough,

and everything there
that you would need.

Then we are all going.

So, if everything
goes alright,

we'll be going to the seashore.
The whole family.

That's great!
We're going to the beach!

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

-When are we going?
-Not until tomorrow morning.

That is, if we get
enough lumber.

I wish Curt and I could
go with you.

Not with the baby due any day.
We're staying close to home.

I hope we'll be near a phone
if anything starts to happen.

While us men are working,
what will the girls do?

Listen, I've got an idea.

Remember last time
we went to Virginia Beach

on Mama's honeymoon?
Let's make it up to her.

Let's not let her do
any work at all.

That sounds like
a fine idea to me.

GRANDPA: That is a splendid
idea, Elizabeth.

All those in favor say aye.

ALL: Aye.

What's the matter, son,
don't you want to go?

Oh, sure. I was just thinking.

Look out, everybody.
Old Ben's thinking again.

Well, the trouble is, we all
just can't pack up and go.

There's chores to be done.

You got to feed the stock,
milk the goat and the cow.

Put the chickens away at night.
Just keep an eye on the house.

You sound like you're
volunteering.

The job has to be done. You got
to be practical, I always say.

Ben, you're growing up.

Maybe there's more
to it than that.

I hate to think of you
rattling here by yourself.

We're not that far away.

He'll probably take all his
meals at our house.

I'll be fine, Mama.
What could possibly happen?

(CHILDREN CHEERING)

I'll race you!

(ALL WHOOPING)

-Don't go too far!
-Too late! Too late, Livie.

Between the smell of the ocean
and the sight of the beach grass

I'm lost already.
I'm purely gone.

Let's get this stuff unloaded!

-Daddy, Mama's helping again.
-Now, cut that out!

-It's a bad habit, I guess.
-Get the key and look around.

It sure is nicer than that
tent we stayed in last time.

Sure is.
Oh, it's beautiful, John.

It's awfully well-kept
for not having been stayed in

since summer before last.

Wonder who's been
watering these plants.

Let's take a look inside.

There's something peculiar
around here, John.

(SINGING)* Shine on, shine on
harvest moon *

* Up in the sky *

* I ain't had no loving *

* Since January,
February, June or July *

(HUMMING)

-Oh, hey, Ben.
-Oh, hey, Ike.

I was just thinking about you.
You just have a haircut?

I was wondering
if I could use your phone.

Kind of an important phone call.

I'm sure the phone can handle
that kind of a call.

Mr. Godsey, did you spill
something out here?

Yeah, I understand they all went
off and left you there

to bach it by yourself, huh?

Oh, Ben. Not tonight
you're not, poor thing.

You're having supper
right here with us.

That's sweet of you, Corabeth,
but, I already...

Oh, come on, Ben,
don't stand on manners.

After all, you're family.

-Ike, I have plans.
-Oh, fiddle-de-dee.

We'll see you here
later tonight for supper.

Okay, Elizabeth,
now what are you doing?

Surveillance.

What are you surveilling?
Dead starfish again?

Don't go bringing any home
like you did last time.

-See that boat out there?
-It's a ship.

-It's got a big gun on it.
-Maybe it's English.

They said they're gonna fight on
the beaches and in the streets.

It's United States. I saw the
flag when it was up closer.

Well, maybe it's the Coast
Guard, guarding the coast.

Are you gonna come along
quietly or wait for Mama?

Remember that neat movie we saw,

Confessions of a Nazi Spy?

Not every word of it,
like you do.

See that girl over there?

She's been watching that boat
for about 20 minutes.

She takes pictures, too.

A man came along,
she gave him something.

If you don't get home, Mama's
going to give you something.

I don't know
what you can expect.

Leave a house like this,
especially on the beach,

somebody's bound
to come along and use it.

Suppose it'd been
Goldilocks, Livie,

and had eaten up
all our porridge.

I think it's the spy
on the beach.

Don't start
that spy stuff again.

She and Mama should go
into business together.

-This is nothing to joke about.
-JASON: Sure it is.

Come to some place you've never
seen before, and suddenly it's,

"Somebody's been sitting
in my chair."

There's food in the icebox,
if you could call it that.

Someone's used the bed.

Suppose whoever's been
using this place

comes traipsing in on us
in the night.

Maybe somebody
ought to stand guard.

I don't want anybody
walking in on me at night.

I bet it's that spy.
I'm not going to sit back.

Nobody's gonna be
walking in on us at night.

Pa, right over there
above the door.

Hold it right by the roof there.

Hey!

Don't move!

JOHN: Hold it there, right
tight. Seventeen, two.

I'm sure you must be
all imagining

perfectly dreadful
things about me,

lurking around your house.

Mainly we were wondering why.

Quite. Well, in point of fact,
I was just wondering

how I could manage
to get my things out of here.

Is that your food
in the refrigerator?

And my bag in the back closet.

I hope you've been eating
something besides

chocolate bars and potato chips.

Today we saw you
looking at the gunboat.

Now, hold on, everybody.

Maybe you'd tell us who you are.

Oh, of course.
My name is Lisa Cooper,

and I'm a student at the
College of William and Mary.

JOHN: What are you doing here?

I dare say it's going
to sound foolish.

Foolish? Being foolish is good
for you. I do it every so often.

Well, all of a sudden,
I needed the seashore,

and I didn't wire ahead
for a hotel room,

and when I arrived here,
there was none to be had.

And I saw that no one
was using this house,

and the key was where one
usually finds it.

I shall insist on paying,
of course,

and I'll leave immediately.

Where will you go?

Quite honestly, I don't know,
but I'll find somewhere.

Well, until you do,
you'll stay right here.

All we have to do is to figure
out where to sleep everybody.

You sure you know what you're
doing, inviting her to stay?

Can't just turn her out
on the streets.

Seems like a grown-up
young lady to me.

Smart, knows her way around.

She's not as old as she seems,

and she's got a lot more on her
mind than she's saying.

It appeared that way to me, too.

I don't know what it is about
her, but she touches me somehow.

She seemed so troubled,
so off-center.

And you think you can help her?

I don't know.

But we can't just turn her out
with no place to go.

Let's wait and see
what happens in the morning.

JASON: Well, my teacher
in high school

thought I had a talent
for music,

so she sent me
to this piano teacher.

Studied with her for a while,
and I was lucky enough

to get a scholarship
at the Kleinberg

Conservatory of Music
in Charlottesville.

I was wondering
who was up so early.

I made breakfast for Jason.
Hope you don't mind.

Not in the least. He doesn't
seem to be suffering any.

Mama, you'll never guess what

Lisa's studying
at William and Mary.

-Music. Theory and harmony.
-You two must have lot to talk.

I hope that's alright.

We're supposed to be
very bad at coffee.

It's very good.

-Who's we?
-Lisa's English.

How on Earth did you
end up here?

I knew who I wished to study
under, that's William and Mary.

No, I mean here at the beach.

Yes. Well, the exams were over,

so I simply packed a bag
and hopped aboard a bus.

I had a lot of things
to think about.

All that dreadful war news.

Dunkirk, France about
to fall any minute.

It was most kind of you,
not to chuck me out last night.

I'll look for another place
this morning.

I'll doubt that you'll find one.

Why don't you just
settle in here

for at least
as long as we're here?

Oh, thank you.

You know, I've stayed
in this very house before.

It was the end of the summer,
two years ago.

I was coming
to America to school,

and my mother and father came
with me to settle me in.

Some friends of my father had
taken this house for the summer.

So we had one last big holiday
at the seashore.

Is you father a musician, too?

My father?

Oh, no. No, indeed. He's a
doctor, and a very fine one.

May I make you some breakfast?

-Hi.
-Hello there.

I was wondering.
Are you the baby?

-Baby what?
-The baby in your family.

The youngest and the eldest
and the only one we've got.

Must make you kind of special.

How can one be special
when there's no one around

to measure oneself up against?

Just kind of thought
if I was the only one,

I'd have Mom and Daddy
all to myself.

Oh, that's very true.

You know, once when
it was my birthday,

my father took me on a walking
tour in the Swiss Alps,

just the two of us,

in a little town outside
of Saint Moritz.

It was near a glacier, and we
took a carriage out to see it.

Miles and miles through meadows
ablaze with alpine flowers,

and everywhere that sound,

that tintinnabulation, as your
Mr. Poe calls it, of the bells.

My, it was a jolly time.

My daddy took me into Rockfish,
just me and him.

He's so observant,
a dramatist, actually.

A walk through
a forest with him

is as full of ceremony
and purpose

as the Changing of the Guard.

I daresay, when I get back,

he'll have a thousand
little nooks and crannies

and vistas and landmarks
he's discovered around London

that he'll want me to see.

Treasure your father, Elizabeth.

MAN ON RADIO: With
communications uncertain

between Paris and London,

news of the approach
of the Nazi divisions

is being reported
through the few remaining

news centers in free Europe.

More news from Washington
in one hour.

LISA: Something wrong?

The Nazis are moving in
on Paris,

and everybody else
is moving out.

They figure three days
to the finish.

How dreadful.

Constantinople, all the way
across the continent of Europe.

Just like it wasn't there
anymore.

We're practically the only ones
left, Pa.

I'll say this for you,
young lady.

If I had only one friend
left on this earth,

I'd just as soon
it'd be your country.

They don't seem to know
when the fight's over.

We're quite slow in that
respect, yes.

There they were

outgunned and stranded
on that little beach at Dunkirk.

Quarter of a million of them,
45 miles from England.

Got most of them off. Nothing
like it in the world's history.

GRANDPA: Nine days it took them.

Being gunned,
bombed by the Germans,

every little boat in England
scuttling across the Channel

trying to get the boys
safe home.

This new leader, Winston
Churchill, must be quite a man.

Almost everybody else
would be standing around

wringing their hands,
but not him.

I'm sorry,

I've not seen a newspaper,
nor listened to a broadcast

in well over a week.

"We shall defend our island," he
said, "whatever the cost may be.

"We shall fight on the beaches.

"We shall fight
on the landing grounds.

"We shall fight in the hills.

"We shall fight in the streets
and the fields."

"We shall never surrender."

I can't figure
that young girl out.

She is far away from her home.

Jason, why don't you tag along?

Catch up to her when she
decides she needs company.

Yes, sir.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC
PLAYING ON PIANO)

I'm sorry. I just wanted
to make sure you were okay.

-Very kind of you.
-Don't stop, it's beautiful.

I'd finished for now.

Just say the word,
and I'll leave.

I'm sure your family must think
I'm terribly strange.

They sound like they like you.

I must have seemed very rude,

particularly to your
grandfather.

If you had, I'm sure he would
have mentioned it to you.

It seems I'm very uncomfortable
when people are too kind to me.

Like your mother
and the rest of you,

and that man over there
who lets me use his piano.

I'm a very strange girl,
I think.

You're homesick,

you're worried about
getting back over there.

I'm not eager to be
back over there at all.

You want to be with your family.

And over here
is as good as over there.

I guess.

Schubert. That's what it is.

Piano Quintet in A Major.
The Trout.

Somehow, these days, it doesn't
sound very German, does it?

The poor man can't help that.

He's Austrian.

There's your brother.

JASON: I thought I knew him
from somewhere.

Hi.

This thing actually floats?

Does everything.
All it needs is new oarlocks.

Ocean travel is supposed to be
good for whatever ails you.

I've heard it recommended.

Can we use your boat, Jim-Bob?

I've already tried it out.
Go ahead.

Here we go.

(JASON EXCLAIMING)

JASON: Oh, it's cold!
Oh, it's cold!

(LISA LAUGHING)

(HORN BLARING)

Ben!

(HONKING)

Ben!

BEN: Whoever that is,
cut it out!

Well, Mr. Ben Walton,

I hope I'm not intruding
on you and maybe others.

You don't even say
hello anymore,

you just come
and start picking on a guy?

I'd this crazy idea
we had a date last night.

I was supposed to call you.
Went over to Ike's to call...

I was sitting there
on my porch waiting,

all dressed up, looking stupid.

I couldn't even
talk to the operator!

Then again this morning.

Waiting around,
hoping old, biggity Ben Walton

might take the notion
to come by and explain.

How can I explain? I can't even
get a word in edgewise!

If that's your type, you better
go find some old, dumb girl

who likes to be
treated like dirt!

Will you do me a favor? Just one
thing? Will you please shut up?

What kind of an apology is that?

I couldn't call you.

I couldn't even
go on a date with you.

"Go home, Ben."

Do chores for 12 people.

Milk that, feed this.

I guess somebody's got to do it.

To top it off, I had to go back
and listen to Corabeth Godsey

badmouth everybody
in the county.

(CAR APPROACHING)

Ben! Ben!

Hello, ladies.

We were worried about you, Ben.

Over here all by yourself
and not eating right,

-so we made you a pie.
-Sweet potato.

Oh, that's really sweet
of both of you.

-I wish I could do something.
-Do you, dear?

Well, that's one of the reasons
we came over.

Sister doesn't like to drive
long distances, don't you know?

-It gets her dizzy.
-Mmm-hmm.

All the excitement of everybody
going to the seashore...

Wasn't that exciting?

...we completely forgot
that Jason had promised

to drive us over to
Charlottesville today.

I've got Darlene.

Why, that's a wonderful
idea, Ben.

We can all four go,

and then we'll stop someplace
for a dish of ice cream.

So nice of you, Ben.

Something wrong, son?

I don't know, Daddy. Jason
and that girl disappeared.

That happens all the time
at their age.

You know that boat
I was messing with?

I let them take it out,
that was few hours ago.

Maybe they beached it
somewhere else.

Went around the beach few times,
nobody's seen them or the boat.

-Not a trace of them?
-No, sir.

This floated up on the beach.

JOHN: Not a sign.
They'll turn up.

-OLIVIA: Sure.
-GRANDPA: Searched the beach?

JOHN: All six miles of it,
coming and going. Nothing.

I'm not going to panic.

I looked in the promenade twice.

Well, let's search it again.

-Good afternoon.
-JOHN: Hello.

Are you the occupant
of this cottage?

For the next week or so.
John Walton.

Lonnie Moresdale, Mr. Walton.

-Chief of Police around here.
-Something wrong?

Looking for a girl
by the name of Lisa Cooper.

I seem to have tracked her
to this house.

Has she done something?

It's a government matter, ma'am.
Washington, D.C.

I'm not so sure
we're supposed to say.

JASON: It's a straight,
simple story.

We've told you four times now.
That ought to be enough.

-MAN: You lost one oar, right?
-LISA: That's correct.

Those things do happen.
Why is that so hard to believe?

The kind of work we are
in at the moment,

we cruise around looking for
submarines that are not ours.

For people with funny accents
swimming ashore,

all up and down the coast.
Stuff like that.

We try not to believe
everything, you follow me?

Do I have a funny accent?

MAN 2: She's got a funny accent.

That is a very slight
British accent.

And under that, there's a very
slight German accent.

I don't hear any
slight German accent.

You're from Jefferson County,
Virginia, you said.

Three times.

If you grew up on East 86th
Street in New York,

you'd have no trouble
hearing a slight German accent.

Even when there's not
one there to hear!

Alright, you're British,
from Williamsburg, Virginia.

What are you getting at,
Lieutenant?

Just the slight possibility that

she's never seen
Williamsburg, Virginia.

Or much of anything else
this side of Hamburg, Germany.

See, they're both crazy.

I got an idea, Lieutenant.

-Why?
-I read about it somewhere.

(WHISPERING)
If they don't know
things like that...

Okay, you with the accent,

-who is Popeye's girlfriend?
-Olive Oyl.

Maybe that one was too easy.

-I've got another one.
-I've got one.

Either of you. Who was Yehudi?

Yehudi Menuhin.
Violinist. Child prodigy.

He didn't say Menuhin.
He only said Yehudi.

Alright, little Miss
Williamsburg. You tell us.

Yehudi is the little man
in the refrigerator

who turns on the light
when you open the door.

Well, I hadn't heard that one.

What does all this prove,
Flaherty?

She's American and you're not.

I'm not American.
I'm not German. I'm British!

So where's your British
passport?

It's in my bag
in the closet at the beach.

Chief, your questions
are getting a little better.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-Well, hello.
-Hi, Ben.

Come on in.

I saw Mrs. Godsey on the road.

Boy, did she give me
a dirty look.

I haven't done anything to her.

She's been coming around here
every day.

Butting in, making sure
no one has a good time.

What do you mean, Ben? We
haven't been having a good time.

Well, if we were smart, we'd go
park our cars away from here,

close this house down,
pretend like no one's around.

Well, if I were smart, Ben
Walton, I wouldn't even be here.

I'm sorry what's been going on.

There won't be any more
people busting in here.

Everyone who could has been.

Why don't you sit down
and relax?

I'll get us some lemonade.

You look more beautiful
every time I look at you.

I can only stay a minute.

We've got all afternoon.

Lemonade.

Mary Ellen, you have
a one-track mind.

I'm sorry. I'm hot and tired
and sick of being pregnant.

Your one-track mind means every
time we start off for a walk,

we wind up over here.

I need some blue thread and Mama
has just the right shade.

He has company.
Let's just go right on by.

No. Not after I've walked
all the way over here.

We're walking to give you
exercise.

Get the thread later. Come on.

It's still as much my house
as it is Ben's.

Here you go.

Now.

MARY ELLEN: Ben?

Where are you, Ben?

Oh, hi, Mary Ellen.
I've got to go now.

Bye-bye, Ben.

Bye, Mary Ellen, I've got to go.

Well, Ben.
What have you been doing?

Nothing.

Just absolutely nothing!

John Walton?

I'm his father.

I just take it for granted
these people are yours.

Why, they certainly are.

Everybody in the family
is out looking for them.

GRANDPA: Jason...

(GRANDPA MUTTERING)

-Okay, Flaherty?
-Okay.

He's a hillbilly,
she's from William and Mary,

and I'm the little guy
in the icebox.

-Home.
-Home.

Hi!

Lisa, too!

Why, you don't look
any the worse for wear.

BEN: Work myself
to a frazzle around here,

and a lot of thanks I get.

Bunch of busybodies.
"Let's go see Ben."

Everybody has to go
spy on Ben Walton.

You're not the dumb one.
I'm the dumb one!

The feeling I get,
Miss Cooper, is that

you still don't realize
how serious it is.

In a day or two, they'd have
sent out police bulletins

all over the country.

-I guess they would.
-How preposterous.

We sent a wire to the
Williamsburg police,

They got in touch with British
Consul in Washington D.C.

I cannot see how this concerns
the British Consul.

Well, now, that's what
I was saying.

But then, I suppose he gets paid

for doing a day's work,
same as I do.

If your family had reason
to believe that

something had happened to you,
they'd get in touch with him,

and, well, that's one of the
things he's there for.

Chief Moresdale is right, Lisa.

-If your father is worried...
-Her mother.

Such a lot of fuss
about nothing.

The school year was up. I needed
the seashore, and so I came.

Without saying anything
to anybody.

And to make matters worse,

you didn't even answer
your mother's cable.

I'm sorry.

Well, strikes me that she had
enough on her mind already.

She said she's sorry.

I don't believe
there's been any real harm done.

Oh, I expect you're right.

They'll get in touch
with the mother in England,

and see that the young lady
gets on a ship going home.

The young lady has no intention
of going anywhere just yet.

Well, so much for motherhood
and the flag.

I've a valid British passport
with quite a while to run.

My mother is not the sort
to order people about.

And if she were...
Well, I'll be 21 tomorrow.

That's it?

That most definitely is it.

I'm much obliged
for all your help.

And, Miss Cooper,

if you find a minute, you might
just write to your mother.

Gloomy place.

It's whatever you make of it,
I suppose.

A philosopher.

This could be a whole
gloomy summer.

No music.

And every nickelodeon
in the world playing

Roll Out theBarrel.

-Nickelodeon?
-Jukebox.

My father says
I'm a spoiled brat,

and a frightful snob, he says.

Right now I'll bet
that's not all he's saying.

Let's go and see
if my club is open.

Ben.

Ben, what on earth
you doing down here?

I'm so mad, Grandpa,
I can't talk right now!

He's driving your car.

Well, what's the matter
with you?

Bachelorhood don't agree
with you anymore?

You're never gonna
learn to drive my car.

Good, I don't want it.

I'm sick of it.
Just plain sick of it.

More than one man can take.

Eighteen thousand things to do,
and every which way you turn!

-Did you get them all done?
-Yes, every blamed thing.

But the people are storming in
like you have nothing to do!

Corabeth, Mrs. Brimmer, the
Baldwin sisters and Mary Ellen!

Your mom and your daddy are off
gallivanting around somewhere.

Your sister's in there
fixing up some party.

Go on in and cool off.

Welcome to the seashore, Ben!

(PLAYING PIANO)

There's a new song out, I hear.

We've certainly
been needing one.

It's called
Shoot the Schubert to Me Hubert.

"With the light brown hair."
And that's a hint, I take it.

In show biz, we call it
a special request.

(PLAYING THE TROUT ON PIANO)

Why do you suppose he called it
The Trout?

It's about a grown man

who stops every day

to admire the cunning,
little trout

in the sparkling, little brook.

Alright, why do you like
the silly song?

Besides the fact that
it's beautiful.

Sentimentality,

which my father says
is the worst of my vices.

He doesn't have any, of course.

Just no character at all
where chocolates are concerned.

Laugh and grow fat.

Eat fish and mope.

You know, some of the great
musicians

are friends of father's
or patients.

Sometimes, when I come home
at the end of the day,

I can hear the music simply
pouring out of the window.

Just my father
and a few of his friends

getting together
for the joy of playing.

I know what that's like.

My father on the piano.

Besserman, the violin.

Gautier, the viola.
Furman, the cello.

And when it's something
like The Trout

with Brucher on the double bass,

well, people just stop
in the street to listen.

-When does all this happen?
-It could happen any time.

I could go home today
and who knows?

Is that the Besserman on the
violin? Theodore Besserman?

Are there two fiddlers
named Besserman?

(PLAYING THE PIANO)

-And Gustave Brucher?
-In the flesh.

Lisa?

Jason?

Theodore Besserman is retired.

He lives in California.

Your mother said we're not
to be late to lunch today.

And Gustave Brucher was killed
in a plane crash two years ago.

(PLAYING THE PIANO LOUDLY)

(BANGING ON THE PIANO)

Are you alright?

I think I shall be.

After all,

when it comes
to muddying the waters, Jason,

nobody does it better than I.

LISA: I'm still not sure
I'm up to lunch.

JASON: You're not up to
arguing about it, either.

ELIZABETH: Erin! Erin!

What's she up to?

We never know. She's a spy.

-Surprise!
-Happy birthday!

Surprise! Surprise!

Happy birthday.

You've taken me
completely by surprise.

-ELIZABETH: Make a wish!
-Several of them.

Tell her she's not
supposed to tell.

You're so smart.

-ELIZABETH: Speech!
-There you go.

No, no, no, no. None of that.

Speech first, cake later.

Well, a very short speech.

I told the man yesterday
that I was coming of age.

Well, today, I'd like to begin
growing up as well.

JASON: I don't suppose
it'll do any lasting damage.

First of all, Grandpa.
Oh, dear, Mr. Walton.

"Grandpa," of course. Call me
Grandpa. I am one, you know.

Well, I must have seemed very
ill-mannered to you yesterday,

and I'm sorry.

But when you were talking
about Mr. Churchill,

and the fighting on the beaches
and the landing grounds,

some of it I hadn't
known about at all.

No apologies are necessary,
my dear.

But it's what I've been running
from for days and days and days.

Looking for old memories,

and hoping there'd be nobody
to talk to me.

Just be glad that you're here
and out of all that.

I'm not out of anything.
I'm very British, you know.

BEN: Who'd ever
have thought that?

(ALL CHUCKLING)

I've been very British
since I was 14 years old.

We came to England
from Austria in 1933,

and they took us in,

and they let my father
practice his medicine

as if he'd been there
all his life.

They're very decent people,
you know.

And then two years ago,

we all went down to Whitehall,
my mother and my father and I.

And he stood there

with his Bible in his right hand
and he took an oath,

and the three of us were then
subjects of the British crown.

And what he said was this,

"I do sincerely promise
and swear

"that I will be faithful

"and bear true allegiance
to His Majesty King George VI,

"his heirs and successors,
according to law."

He was so proud,

and so very faithful,

and he bore such true
allegiance to the end.

He was at...

Dunkirk.

He's dead, you know. And that's
what I've been running from.

I dare say nobody could be more
British than King George VI.

He's very shy, you know.

(LISA WEEPING SOFTLY)

The evacuation at Dunkirk.

I could almost see it
when you talked.

All of those little boats
darting back and forth,

everyone rushing down
to the sea to help.

Fishermen, taxicab drivers.

And every British doctor
who could possibly get there.

My father was drowned
in one of those little boats

off the coast of Flanders.

Oh.

How dreadful.

He died active in the service
of the crown.

It had always been good and kind

to him and my mother and me.

And now you've taken me in,
too, all of you,

and I'll miss you all
when I get back.

I thought you said you
weren't going back.

Oh, indeed I am, Elizabeth,
as soon as I can get there.

Why?

Because it's my island, Jim-Bob.

And I shall defend it,
whatever the cost may be.

JASON: I didn't even get you
a present.

You kept all those lovely people
from seeing me off. That's one.

And you're letting me go back to
Williamsburg alone. That's two.

You know me. Say the word, I'll
see you all the way to London.

That's because you haven't
a brain in your head.

Dear, good Jason.

And I shall always love you.

When it comes your birthday,
Jason,

this one's from me.
No, no, don't look.

Small but extravagant,

and given to me a long time ago

by someone who'd like you
to have it.

(THE TROUT PLAYING)

JOHN-BOY: Lisa returned
to her mother in England,

and when the furies of war were
spent, she came back to America

and finished her studies
at William and Mary.

In the letters my brother
received

from her in later years

she spoke often of that turning
point in her life,

their meeting on the seashore.

-You know something?
-GRANDPA: What is it, Elizabeth?

ELIZABETH: I still have sand
in my hair.

JIM-BOB: My car will
never be the same.

ERIN: Jim-Bob,
your car never was the same!

JIM-BOB: All the way
with the choke on!

Ben, you're never gonna
drive my car again.

BEN: You're breaking my heart.

ELIZABETH: You bet
that's what Darlene said.

BEN: You're full of saltwater
taffy.

JOHN: That's enough!
Goodnight, everybody.