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Of course, we've been given to understand

how much the Germans appreciate music.

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

Well, then maybe you can tell me.

True that the music of Mendelssohn

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

I told you.

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

I'm joining the National Guard.

You're what?

[piano music]

Although the years of my boyhood

and youth on Walton's Mountain

were a time of uncertainty

and desperation for millions,

somehow in our home,

we were sustained by a sense

of being safe and secure.

And then, a visitor came into our world,

and though she tried to close the door

against the storm that was sweeping across Europe,

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

Ben! Erin! We're gonna be late.

I'm surprised at you, Livie.

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

We've been invited to a reception

We ought to get there on time.

What do you do at there, anyway?

Most anything is likely to happen,

but if the Baldwin ladies serve some of the Recipe,

I think things will be real lively.

They wouldn't serve that stuff at a reception.

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

This country boy will conduct himself with

dignity in front of this European visitor.

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

The Baldwin ladies have cousins all over.

Here, there and everywhere.

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

On the moon? Morocco, maybe.

Playing with confetti again, Elizabeth?

Ben?

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

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

How often do you talk to somebody

who spent their life in Europe?

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

Do I look alright to meet someone from Europe?

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

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

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

See you all later.

Can I trade you two stamps from France

for one from Yugoslavia?

Where is Yugoslavia?

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

[piano music]

[music continues]

Jason, that was simply beautiful.

Schubert gets the credit.

Oh, but you play well.

Very well, indeed.

Thank you.

It's such a favorite of mine,

and the words are so lovely, too.

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

Exactly.

And the words mean something like,

"You are rest and gentle peace.

"You are longing and what quiets it."

Oh.

Hilary speaks five languages.

I have a hard time organizing my thoughts in one!

Oh, but I never organize my thoughts.

If you lapse in French or Italian, nobody notices.

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

Corabeth, that lapse might just lose me.

Oh!

Please, who would like some more tea?

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

Of course, Mr. Walton. Certainly.

There.

Dr. Willard?

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

Purely medicinal.

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

Papa was always partial

to the Baltimore branch of the Baldwins.

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

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

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

until I found these kind friends.

Now, this is your home, Hilary.

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

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

Since I was six years old.

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

Such a distinguished man.

When did you move to Germany?

My husband was...

Is German.

I remember the wedding announcement.

So elegant. It was in two languages.

I've saved it for years.

What a lovely family you have, Mrs. Walton.

I hope you'll be staying long enough

to have some supper with us one day.

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

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

No, no.

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

Mrs. von Kleist, our local Women's Club

is very concerned with world events.

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

Oh, I wasn't suggesting

that you would be interested in joining our little club.

I thought, perhaps, it would be such a treat

if you would speak to us on "Europe today"

or "the Europe I have known."

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

When my plans are more certain.

Oh, of course.

Mrs. von Kleist.

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

Oh, thank you. Hilary.

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

and the National Socialists are doing in Germany,

speaking as an American

who's lived there for a number of years.

My reactions?

Well, I do wish Hitler would shave his mustache.

On some men, a mustache is most becoming.

On him, it's quite ludicrous.

I agree.

He looks more like a comedian than a revolutionary leader.

How do you feel about the Nazis?

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

and they have managed to unify the country.

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

directed towards war?

I'm not an authority on German political matters.

My husband is still in the country.

Oh, but certainly, you must have an attitude

about Hitler's push into the Sudetenland

and Austria and Czechoslovakia?

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

Oh, that's quite alright, Olivia.

My grandfather was an ambassador, my father,

a diplomat, my husband, a statesman.

I have one law for survival.

Never discuss politics,

especially in a social situation.

Pardon me.

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

for my newspaper, regarding your experiences?

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

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

Just now, if you'll humor me,

I'd like your brother to play again.

Do you know Schubert's Serenade?

I can try it.

[piano music]

[music continues]

[door opening]

Ben, now you know what a reception is.

I can think of better things.

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

I'll tell you one thing.

She knows more than she's talking about.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Goodnight, honey.

-Goodnight. -Goodnight, you two.

Time for me to turn in, too.

-Goodnight, Daddy. -Daddy?

Thursday, can I use the truck?

What for?

I'm signing up for the National Guard,

and they drill on Thursday.

You're what?

I'm going into the National Guard.

You'll do nothing of the kind!

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

It's really nothing, Mama.

We go to the Rockfish armory and drill one night,

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

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

I don't care how much they pay.

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

A lot of fellas are signing up.

It's not the regular Army.

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

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

or any of my sons signing up to be soldiers!

Don't worry about it, Son.

Being a militiaman is a long and honorable tradition here.

I'll talk to your mother.

-Goodnight. -Goodnight.

Goodnight, Daddy.

Come on, Jason, have a cup of coffee.

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

John, it's happening all over again,

just like it did before the last war.

Boys out marching and carrying guns,

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

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

It's time we got prepared over here.

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

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

President Roosevelt unexpectedly called

for greater American awareness

of what is happening in the rest of the world.

The epidemic of world lawlessness is spreading.

When an epidemic of physical disease

starts to spread,

the community joins in a quarantine of the patients

in order to protect the health of the community

against the spread of the disease.

Peace-loving nations such as ours

have a responsibility to act in concert

with other nations of the world community.

Sounds just like Woodrow Wilson before the Great War.

He says he hates war, but he seems determined

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

He just wants us to be aware

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

When our neighbor's field is on fire,

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

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

Sooner or later, they do.

Well, whenever there was something around to defend,

there's usually a Walton around defending it.

Your breakfast is getting cold.

Hotcakes?

-Good morning. -Good morning, Son.

-Goodmorning, Ben. -Goodmorning.

John-Boy, will you say grace, please?

Yes.

Dear Lord, we thank thee for this food

and for all thy blessings. Amen.

Amen.

What's the matter with everyone this morning?

I guess I started it last night,

talking about the National Guard.

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

I've said everything on the subject.

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

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

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

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

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

joining up to protect what's his.

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

Alright, alright, I've said enough.

I've never yet heard a man listen

to a woman on this subject.

I can't stop you from joining any more than

I could stop your father from enlisting in his war.

Do it!

Just don't expect my blessing!

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

[wood cutting]

[honking]

Thought I heard a car.

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

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

Isn't it something?

It is something.

Chance thinks it's the bull of her dreams.

That horn would make Gabriel proud.

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

It's off a Rolls-Royce.

Must have cost you a pretty penny.

Well, it isn't exactly mine.

Sykes has given me time to raise the $8.

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

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

Yeah, but this is different, Daddy.

I gave Sykes my distributor as security.

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

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

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

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

I guess I'll have to do some job.

Maybe I can work for you on the paper!

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

-John-Boy! -Miss Emily.

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

Sister, we have a visitor.

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

We were just saying how gracious it was of your family

to join us here the other evening

in making Hilary feel that she had indeed come home.

Oh, well, we were delighted to be included.

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

to spare me a minute for an interview?

I'm sure she'll welcome the diversion.

Life must be so tedious for her here.

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

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

in newspaper work in Germany.

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

in such a fascinating time and place,

she seems particularly unwilling to discuss it.

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

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

Of course. Tell me something.

Does her husband have anything to do with the government?

I recall she said about his being a statesman.

That's how they met.

He was in the German diplomatic service in London.

Oh! Their wedding was an international event.

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

but that was not to be.

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

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

She regrets she's not up to receiving visitors.

I'm sorry to hear that.

She really isn't very well.

Well, then perhaps she should see Dr. Willard.

Sister and I have urged that.

I'm sure you must be very disappointed.

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

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

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

-Thank you. -Yes.

Our best to all your family.

Certainly.

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

Say,

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

I could get you on Major Bowes' Amateur Hour.

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

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

Guess Daddy was right. Guess I overreached myself,

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

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

a privy, but if you like it...

Well, liking it is one thing.

Paying for it is another.

Yeah, move over and give me a ride.

Let her rip.

[honking]

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

I wish everything was as simple as this.

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

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

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

Thought it'd be as simple as this.

You mention soldiering to your mama, it brings back memories

and a lot of them bad.

I'm not talking about going to war.

This is drilling one night a week,

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

putting on a uniform and stepping

out in a parade on Armistice Day.

That's all.

It's not quite all, Son.

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

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

I don't wanna argue with you.

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

I wanna do it.

Then do it.

"Von Kleist" is the name.

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

Right.

Yeah, supposedly it's an aristocratic Prussian family.

Well, that's right.

Mr. von Kleist has held some positions

in the German government,

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

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

Okay. Thank you very much.

I reversed the charges, so they'll

put it on my monthly bill, alright?

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

running a newspaper without a telephone

is the hardest thing in the world.

You're always welcome to use ours.

Thank you very much.

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

Corabeth.

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

but you've saved him a trip.

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

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

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

Isn't that a coup?

Hilary is so gracious.

We are sponsoring the event,

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

is cordially invited.

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

I'm not a beer drinker,

but I still found the Oktoberfest in Munich

an exhilarating experience,

a carnival of high spirits,

joyous sharing and good fellowship,

but, of course, the clinking of beer steins

is merely an overture to the delights

of, oh, an opera by Mozart,

a quartet by Schubert or a symphony by Beethoven.

In fact, to conclude

this shamelessly personal reminiscence

of my almost 18 years in Germany,

I'd like to leave you with some words

from Schiller's Ode to Joy,

which Beethoven put to music

in the final movement of his Ninth Symphony.

Freely translated,

"We countless millions share

"the bliss of a love that's universal.

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

"in our everlasting home beyond the stars."

If there are any questions,

Mrs. von Kleist has very generously

offered to try and answer them.

Frau von Kleist?

In all your trips up and down the Rhine River,

you ever run across a little lady called Die Lorelei?

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

but then I understand she reserves her charms

for susceptible gentlemen.

Are most of the people in Germany as enthusiastic

about classical music as you seem to be?

Oh, even more so.

I mean, in Germany,

music is more important than bread or sauerkraut

or even beer!

Thank you.

I'd like to ask a question.

What are the stores like over there?

Well, in the cities, large department stores,

and then in the villages, small markets,

very quaint and colorful.

Rather like yours, Mr. Godsey.

-Ma'am? -Yes?

You've certainly given us a very charming picture

of the years you've spent in Germany.

Apparently, you don't seem to feel

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

I don't feel qualified to answer that question.

Oh.

Thank you.

Are there any further questions?

If not, then the meeting is officially adjourned,

and you are all invited to enjoy some refreshments,

which some of the ladies have prepared in the anteroom.

Oh, it was just lovely.

I do hope they have macaroons.

Cookies.

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

while we were getting in here.

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

It was wonderful, Olivia.

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

drifting past those lovely castles on the Rhine.

And the festivals at Bayreuth and Salzburg,

all that beautiful music.

Of course, we've been given to understand

how much the Germans appreciate music.

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

Well, then maybe you can tell me.

True that the music of Mendelssohn

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

John-Boy, the question period is over.

People just wanna relax and enjoy themselves.

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

seem still to be looking for answers.

I've been given to understand

that your husband has been in the publishing business.

Maybe tell me why some of the German newspapers

have been forced to close down.

I told you.

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

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

This is just a small gathering of neighbors and friends.

A social gathering is no place for a political argument.

From what I understand, there were

many German neighbors and friends

who felt the same way and ended in jail.

You've gone too far.

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

so if you'll excuse me...

Hilary, I'm sorry.

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

I had no intention of upsetting Hilary,

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

There are certain things that interest me

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

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

Everyone was having such a nice time.

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

all spoiled.

Mama, I apologize.

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

Then why did you do it?

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

I'd like to know why the Nuremberg laws

have taken away citizenship from all Jews.

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

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

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

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

not castles on the Rhine or beer drinkers in Munich.

Those are good questions, but the wrong person.

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

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

married to an important government official.

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

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

She's home for the first time in years.

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

I certainly hope she doesn't think she can escape

the consequences of what Hitler is doing by running

to Fortress America and pulling up the drawbridge.

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

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

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

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

I'm the one who spoke out of turn.

I probably ought to say something.

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

Okay, look, I'll tell you what.

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

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

Thursday night.

Okay, I'm on my way.

Everyone's entitled to a little peace and security.

It was foolish of me,

fluttering away like a frightened bird.

I certainly didn't intend to give you the impression

I was being hostile towards you.

Sister and I have been reassuring Hilary

that there is nobody,

nobody who is more sensitive

to the feelings of others than you are.

And I believe that. No more apologies.

I guess I just got carried away

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

The impetuosity of youth.

Young people always think if they just ask enough questions,

they're sure to capture the ultimate truth,

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

Well,

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

this coming Thursday evening.

Well, that's very kind of her,

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

Oh, I agree.

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

impression of hospitality up here on the Mountain,

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

No talk of politics allowed, alright?

And perhaps your brother Jason will play for us again?

I'm sure he'd be happy to.

He's never had such an appreciative audience.

He plays so well,

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

Well, shall we accept this generous invitation?

Well, Sister and I would be delighted,

but the decision is yours, Hilary.

Tell your mother we'd love to come.

Good. She'll be delighted.

John, friends?

Yes, friends.

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

That's okay, Daddy. I can walk.

This is just too much horn for the car.

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

I think Chance will miss it more than I will.

[honking]

[dog barking]

[honking]

[honking continues]

I'm really sorry, Mama,

but I can't be here on Thursday night.

Why not?

Because I promised to do something else.

Jason, this is a very special dinner.

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

You have some other commitment?

The Guard?

It's our drill night.

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

I'll never even be missed.

That's not true.

John-Boy said that Hilary expressly asked for you.

She was looking forward to hearing you play.

I can't miss the drill.

Mama, suppose...

Suppose I make an appearance, and I play the piano

and then go on to my drill?

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

"Ernst von Kleist was, at one time,

"co-publisher of the very liberal

"and influential Frankfurter Tageblatt.

"Since the Nazis came to power,

"von Kleist has either sold out or been

forced out of the publishing business."

Why was he forced out of business?

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

"He has also held a number of important diplomatic positions

"under the German Republic."

Was that before Hitler?

"He is still in the Diplomatic Service

"but with little rank or prestige.

"At present, he holds a minor post

in the German embassy in Vienna."

Could be why he sent his wife home to America.

Was there any more about her in there?

On her? No, it just says,

"Von Kleist is married to an American.

"They have one son."

Who turned that on?

I did. It seemed kind of dark in here.

It's better this way.

-John-Boy? -Yeah.

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

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

They're here.

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

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

It's supposed to be this way.

-Good evening. -Good evening!

I hope we're not too early.

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

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

No, how do you do?

-Jim-Bob. -Hello.

-Glad to see you. -Hello.

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

Oh, how nice.

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

[piano music]

[music continues]

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

I'm up there putting one word

after the other to no good purpose.

All I can think of is Hilary von Kleist.

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

Your mama should be back from the Baldwins by now.

Curt says she's in shock.

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

When I was a boy,

young ladies were taught how to faint gracefully

the same way they was taught

how to hand-paint china or to embroider,

but this lady was different, her swooning.

Well, she just took one look at Jason

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

I don't wanna miss the news.

And from John L. Lewis' headquarters,

there was only the terse "No comment."

Now it's time

for our nightly transatlantic report

from our special newsmen in the major European centers.

Come in, Vienna.

This is Edward R. Murrow in Vienna.

A pall of uncertainty and fear hangs over

this once carefree city.

Tension flickers

in the atmosphere like heat lightning.

A few hours ago, there was another attempt made

to assassinate< Austrian Chancellor Kurt von Schuschnigg

as he left his government offices.

The would-be killers escaped

in the ensuing confusion,

but witnesses testify they wore Nazi swastikas

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

Armed gangs roam the streets chanting,

"Ein Reich, ein Volk, ein Fuhrer."

Sit here, Mama.

-Thank you. -How's Hilary?

There's no change at all.

We tried everything we could think of to do.

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

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

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

but if rest doesn't bring her around,

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

Oh, dear.

How are the Baldwin ladies standing up to that?

They're upset, but they're rallying.

Just such a helpless feeling.

Somehow it seems to be our fault.

Look, Mama, that woman had troubles

before she came to Walton's Mountain.

Hi, everybody.

I just talked to Curt and Mary Ellen.

It's terrible about Hilary.

Jason, will you take that uniform off, please?

What can we do?

Try to get some sleep.

It's an epidemic, like our President says,

a disease that's spreading everywhere.

How can we protect our sons?

They'll manage.

They're survivors from a long line of survivors.

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

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

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

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

So we have four boys.

And what would our lives be without them?

I don't know.

I just don't know.

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

and we look back over our shoulder,

and something worse is coming along.

[honking]

Jim-Bob, I thought you were gonna bring

that back to the junkyard.

I started to, but something happened on the way.

You found $8?

Nope. I was walking around in Rockfish,

blowing the horn like this.

We've heard it before.

And I realized I was being followed.

Was the Sheriff getting you for disturbing the peace?

By a herd of lovesick cows, no doubt.

No, it was a whole bunch of people.

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

When they got there, they started looking around.

Ended up they bought $12 worth of stuff.

Just because of you and the horn?

We made a deal, you see.

I walk around Rockfish a couple times a week,

blowing the horn and wearing this sign.

Said he'd give me 10% credit on

everything he sells till the horn's paid for.

So everyone's happy, huh?

Especially our old cow.

Mama.

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

I'm not angry with you.

Sure seems like it.

I'm angry with the way things are going.

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

Nothing has changed.

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

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

I know that.

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

It's just that I'm a mother,

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

Oh, look, I got flour all over you.

Who cares?

You look like a snowman.

Jason? Jason.

Can you come with me over to the Baldwin house?

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

Curt and Mary Ellen are gonna meet me down there.

I had a notion that Curt thought was worth trying.

Sure.

[piano music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Thank you.

Oh, Hilary, we're so relieved.

We were so frightened.

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

Well, I hardly think that's necessary.

We somehow feel that we were to blame.

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

especially to you, John.

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

I'm glad you did. I really am.

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

I thought I was doing some kind of a job.

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

Oh, I'll be alright now, Doctor.

I'll just sit down now.

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

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

Ever since the Reichstag fire.

That was when the Nazis really took over.

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

Oh, yes, thousands went to Switzerland,

England and America, but not my Ernst.

I would like you to meet him one day.

He's a strong, courageous man.

How he despises Hitler and what he's done,

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

But Ernst feels that he can fight more effectively

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

we held on.

We had one son, Peter.

About your age, Jason.

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

what my husband is doing in diplomacy.

Then, one night,

about three months ago,

he...

Mrs. von Kleist...

It's alright. I want to tell you.

Peter's group was ordered to destroy

a subversive printing press.

The subversives turned out to be three elderly Jews.

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

He tried to shield the Jews,

and he was beaten to death by his comrades.

Oh, the Nazis insisted that the Jews had murdered Peter

and gave him a hero's funeral,

but one of the boys told us the truth.

He loved music, especially Schubert.

I went absolutely mad.

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

I begged Ernst to leave with me,

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

And I deserted him, fled to America,

looking for a hiding place

where I could forget everything, everybody,

pretend nothing had happened.

This must have seemed like the perfect place.

It did at first, an idyll,

a refuge from the insanity of the outside world,

but there are no hiding places left

and no forgetting.

I listened to you and I heard my husband.

I looked at you, Jason,

heard you playing Schubert, saw you in that uniform,

and Peter was here with me.

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

But it isn't any good,

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

This is your country.

You're an American, Hilary.

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

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

then perhaps other Americans

won't have to go to Europe and fight.

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

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

and that's part of the fight, too.

I know. Too many people in France

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

but, believe me, John,

what you're doing matters to me

and to my husband.

Thank you.

Listen to me.

I sound like Cassandra predicting the fall of Troy.

So solemn.

Jason, you help us.

Help us dispel the gloom.

Will you play something cheerful and lighthearted?

[piano music]

Hilary did return to Europe.

Letters were exchanged, and then Vienna fell.

Our letters came back stamped "Address Unknown."

Hilary, her husband

and the others who stood against the Nazis

couldn't stem the tide.

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

and found the same courage

that carried Hilary Baldwin von Kleist

out of the sanctuary of Walton's Mountain

and back into the heart of battle.

-Daddy? -What is it, Jason?

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

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

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

Oh, sure. Good and bad.

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

Coming home.

-Goodnight, Daddy. -Goodnight, Son.