All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S09E11.The.Carousel.WEBRip.x264-ION10

(THUNDERCLAPS)

BEN: That was the state police.

Cindy, your daddy's
been in a car accident.

No.

He's dead.

(SOBBING)

Hey, wait a second.

What's this?

Decree of adoption?

"It is hereby ordered
that the infant child,

"known henceforth
as Cindy Ann Brunson,

"to be awarded to and from now
on regarded as the adopted child

"of Florence A. Brunson
and Henry R. Brunson"?

I look in the mirror, and I
don't even recognize myself.

Cindy, it doesn't matter.

CINDY: But most of all,

I wonder how my mother
ever gave me up.

JOHN-BOY: When we were
growing up,

we always knew we would
be safe and warm and dry,

here, where we were raised
by loving parents

and grandparents.

We knew who we were
and where we came from.

So it was hard to believe
that someone close to us

could suddenly discover
that her past was obscure

and shrouded in mystery.

Of all the days for it to rain.

This stuff is never
gonna get dry.

What's the matter?

Don't you like socks
hanging in the kitchen?

I don't want him to have
to sleep on damp pillowcases.

You could always try
ironing them dry.

Elizabeth, come
and finish up here, dear.

Cindy, let me help you.

And would you please go
and lie down somewhere

before you make a nervous
wreck out of yourself

and everybody else?

You're as jumpy as a flea
on a rubber sheet.

Well, alright.

I think maybe
I'll just go upstairs

and make sure
that everything is alright.

You'd think it was
the Duke of Windsor

coming instead
of Cindy's father.

I just put those away, you know.

Life's hard, Elizabeth.

-Where's Cindy?
-Upstairs.

She's giving the Colonel's room
a final go-through.

Nothing is too good
for Cindy's dad.

He's all she has
in the way of family.

-Elizabeth.
-Yeah?

Would you run these up
to Cindy for me, please?

Oh, sure.

(THUNDERCLAPS)

(CAR HORN BLARING)

You know what they say
about a watched pot, Cindy?

Same goes for waiting
for company to arrive.

(PHONE RINGING)

I'll get it.

Hello?

-Yes, it is. I'm her husband.
-I knew it.

It's my father, and he's not
gonna be able to get here.

Who?

I see. Are you sure?

Is it my father?

I will. Thank you.

BEN: That was the state police.

Cindy, your daddy's
been in a car accident.

No.

(SIGHING)

He's dead.

(SOBBING)

Come on, honey.

(CALLIOPE PLAYING)

What is it?

I've seen her somewhere before.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

-Hi.
-Hi, Rose.

Drew's grandmother is sick.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear it.
I hope it's nothing serious.

Well, they really
don't know yet.

Well, you let me know
if I can do anything, you hear?

-Well, no, I don't think so.
-She lives in Richmond.

My folks went there
to be with her.

ELIZABETH: Yeah, leaving him
all alone in the house.

But I think I'll be okay.

Oh, yeah, you'll be just fine.
He can't even boil an egg.

Oh, my word. Well, the first
thing to get settled is

you're going to have supper
with us here tonight.

Well, that's okay. We got plenty
of canned food at my house.

Canned?

What young boys need
doesn't come in cans.

Another thing. You're not gonna
stay in that big house alone.

I'm sure I can be okay.
It's for about a week.

-Maybe two.
-Drew, go home.

And get your things together.

You'll stay here until your
folks get back, and that's that!

Well, thanks a lot.

You know what?

Think this is gonna be
a real test of our friendship.

I think you'll pass.

Daddy must have kept every
letter I ever wrote him.

These are all the letters
I wrote him overseas.

Oh, Ben.

He sure loved you a lot.

Why don't we put this away?
It's getting late.

Hey, wait a second.

What's this?

Decree of adoption?

"It is hereby ordered
that the infant child,

"known henceforth
as Cindy Ann Brunson,

"to be awarded to and from now
on regarded as the adopted child

"of Florence A. Brunson
and Henry R. Brunson"?

-Hello.
-Hi.

You're the youngest Walton girl,
aren't you?

Yeah, the one you're going
steady with.

(CHUCKLING)
Oh, now it all comes back to me.

You look different.

You ought to see
my other pajamas,

the ones with the bunny feet.

What you got in your hair?

Oh, it's just a curler.
I don't really need it.

You don't go to bed with all
that stuff on your face

like my mom.

I was on my way to get
a glass of water.

Well, so was I. What's that they
call, "the same wavelength"?

What I really wanted
was some chocolate cake.

Same wavelength again.

Well, shall we?

(CLEARING THROAT)

ERIN: What's going on here?

We were going to get some
chocolate cake.

Mmm-hmm.

That's not
what it looked like to me.

Come on, now, Erin,
ain't you ever been kissed?

No, not in my pajamas.

Elizabeth, I think
you'd better get to bed.

You're being horrible.
Do you know that?

Drew, hit the hay.

(DREW SIGHING)

-Goodnight, Elizabeth.
-Goodnight.

(CALLIOPE PLAYING)

(CINDY SIGHING)

(CINDY MOANING)

Cindy. Cindy, it's alright.
You just had a bad dream.

Everybody left me.

(SHUSHING)
I'm here.

(STUTTERING) I was in a park,
and there was a carousel.

That doesn't sound
like a bad dream.

I was riding on a horse,
and I was so happy,

and then all the people
disappeared, and I was alone.

It's alright. You'll be fine.

Why didn't he tell me
that I was adopted?

Why did he let me
find out that way?

He was a good father.
That's all that matters.

(SOBBING) I loved him
and I miss him,

but now I don't know who I am,

or where I came from,
or who my parents are.

I'll tell you who you are.

You're Cindy Walton
with a husband and a daughter,

and a family who all love you
very, very much.

-I'm glad I married you.
-So am I.

Just get some sleep. You'll
feel better in the morning.

Oh, that's great. Yeah, you
give her my love, alright?

Okay, bye-bye.

My folks called saying
my grandma's doing real fine.

-Oh, I'm glad, Drew.
-Yeah, I'm real glad, too.

Me and my grandma got this
checker tournament going

kind of by mail.

I got worried
that it might be canceled.

When our grandmother
was in the hospital,

we sat up all night
waiting to hear word.

When we found out
she was gonna be alright,

we went down to church and made
Reverend Fordwick let us in.

Even Daddy went with us,
and he never went to church.

I miss Daddy.
I miss them both.

The house seems awful empty
without them.

At least we know
they'll be back.

Oh, my. I'm afraid we're being
selfish, aren't we?

That's alright.

We just think of you
as so much a part of our family

that sometimes we forget
about yours.

You're like a real sister to us.

And I feel like I belong here.
I really do.

It's just that since
I found out that I was adopted,

a part of me feels...

It feels homesick for a place
I've never even been before.

I look in the mirror, and I
don't even recognize myself.

Cindy, it doesn't matter.

CINDY: But most of all,

I wonder how my mother
ever gave me up.

How she could turn me
over to strangers.

I have to know.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Walton.

You see, I didn't start handling
your father's affairs

until after my partner
passed away,

so I don't know
anything about this.

Well, Mr. Blaine must have
kept some records.

Well, all records pertaining
to adoption proceedings

must be kept confidential.

Why?

To protect the child
and the adoptive parents.

That's been a law since 1937.

But I am no longer a child, and
my adoptive parents are dead.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Walton.
My hands are tied.

Is there anything
we can do?

The only way to access the
records is through a court order

and your wife has
no grounds for that.

Mr. Nichols, why did my father
keep all of this from me?

I'm sure he intended
to tell you some day.

He just put it off
a little too long.

You were his friend.

You know he wouldn't
want me to suffer.

There's got to be somebody
who can help me.

My partner handled
very few adoption cases.

All of them were recommended
to him by the same person,

an obstetrician,
Frederick Grover.

Now, he's retired, but he's
still living in Alexandria.

Thank you, Mr. Nichols.

I'm sorry I can't help you.
My memory's not what it was.

My father was a captain
in the Army in those days.

The name Brunson
just doesn't ring a bell.

Never kept a record
of adoptions, anyway.

Whenever a patient of mine
gave birth to an unwanted child,

I'd just look around,

do what I could to find
a good home for the baby,

and leave the legalities
to others.

I thought you might have records
of all the babies you delivered.

GROVER: I do,
and it is considerable.

You could populate a small town
with the little ones

I've helped into this world.

Well, I was born April 26, 1925.

At least, I think I was.

CINDY: That should
make things easier.

GROVER: Young lady, I understand
your feelings. Believe me, I do.

But my patients' records
are confidential,

and I'm obligated
to keep them that way.

Dr. Grover,
you're my last chance.

I don't have anywhere
else to turn.

I'd suggest that you go home
and forget about it.

Dwelling on the past
can only hurt you.

After all, it was your mother's
choice to let you be adopted.

That's right.

And what did you call us,
Dr. Grover?

Unwanted babies?

I'm sorry to have troubled you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

-Ben, what are you doing?
-Look what I got.

(GASPING)
Dr. Grover's ledger?

-Ben, you stole it!
-I just borrowed it.

We'll put it back in his mailbox
when we're through.

-He's gonna know we took it.
-I don't care.

We'll just look up what we want.
Now, come on.

We'll just write down
everything.

There must be a date,
some kind of record. Come on.

(CINDY SIGHING)

Here it is. April 26.

There's a girl born
to Mrs. Derek Shepherd

just a few minutes
after midnight.

That must be you.

Wait just a second.

Here's another one.
Mrs. Cornelius Bookman.

That's a boy.

And here's one more.
Mrs. Arthur T. Foley. A girl.

Anything about anyone being
adopted?

-Uh-uh, nothing.
-Okay.

Oh, Ben, it's a start!

(BEN LAUGHING)

I'll never get
the hang of algebra.

Sure you will. I'll help you.

You know,
you're a genius at this.

Well, what's the opposite
of genius,

'cause that's what
I am in English.

Well, I can help you
in English.

So, that's how you two
do your homework.

This is getting boring.

-Drew, could you do me a favor?
-Yeah, sure. What do you need?

I'll need help to move the
furniture over at the Dew Drop.

Drew has a lot
of homework to do.

Oh, I'll just
do it tonight.

Great. Thanks. Bye, Elizabeth.
See you later.

BEN: There's no
Mrs. Derek Shepherd.

Well, I'm not surprised.
It was a long time ago.

-But there's an Arthur T. Foley.
-Let's go.

Okay, it's 716 North...

CINDY: This is it.
BEN: It's not much, is it?

Well, whatever we find out,

it's better than not knowing
anything at all.

BEN: Excuse me.

Yes?

-BEN: Mrs. Arthur Foley?
-Who wants to know?

My name is Ben Walton.
This is my wife, Cindy.

As long as you're not
bill collectors.

I've had my share of those
since my husband lost his job.

Did you give birth to
a girl in April, 1925?

How do you know that?

Then it's true?

She was a beautiful baby.
Perfect.

And a girl, just what I'd been
praying for all along.

I was born April 26
of that year.

Dr. Frederick Grover
delivered me.

And then later, my mother
put me up for adoption.

I'm trying to find her.

I'm afraid we're both
out of luck.

My daughter ran away
with a sailor when she was 17.

Just packed her bag and left.

I haven't heard from her since.

I thought maybe
you were here with some word.

I wish I was.

Sorry.

Maybe you remember
a Mrs. Derek Shepherd.

She was in the hospital with you
when your baby was born.

There were six beds in the
maternity ward.

Women came and went.

I couldn't be certain.

Thank you.

I was a good mother.

I wouldn't have given up my baby
for anything in the world.

Come on.

Well, at least there's
Mrs. Derek Shepherd.

Oh, well, how do we find her?

I don't know.

Maybe we can get some help
at the library.

You know, this is swell.

A front porch, a swing
and a pretty girl.

Well, it won't last.
I can guarantee it.

See what I mean?

I'm sorry to interrupt
you two love birds,

if we're gonna
have supper,

-I need some firewood.
-It's coming up, Rose.

Sure is nice having
an extra boy around.

This is not working out
like I planned it.

I kind of enjoy it, being part
of a big family and all.

You'll have to move back so we
can have time together.

I gotta go get that wood.

BEN: Cindy, wait.

CINDY: It's no use, Ben.
And there's nowhere else to go.

Derek Shepherd died seven months
before I was even born.

I almost wish I hadn't
found that obituary.

There's no one to even ask who
his wife might have been.

My mother.

Look, Cindy, you've done
everything you possibly could.

There's something
that I can't remember.

It's this music.

A name.

Why can't I remember it?

It'll come to you.

Now, come on.

We're gonna go home.

(GRUNTING)

DREW: Hey, what's going on?

JIM-BOB: That's what
I'd like to know.

DREW: Jim-Bob?
JIM-BOB: Yeah.

That you, Drew?
What're you doing here?

My folks're away and I was
staying over for a few days.

(SHUSHING)

Quiet. You'll wake everybody up.

If you tried to sit in your bed
and it started wrestling you,

you wouldn't be
too quiet either.

Thought you weren't due
for a pass till next week.

The Colonel's car broke down
over in Rockfish.

I had to fix it.

Hey, look, you guys, I think
I'd better be going home.

It's okay, Drew. Stay put.
I'll take this bed.

-I don't want to put you out.
-We're getting used to it.

And we're getting
so we hardly mind.

Well, I guess the more
the merrier, huh?

JASON: Douse the light, Jim-Bob.

Douse the light, Drew.

They are not!

(ALL CHATTERING)

-Morning!
-JIM-BOB: Hey, Ben.

BEN: Look who's here.
JIM-BOB: How you doing?

How come?

I'm just here overnight.
I'm on special assignment,

but my lips are sealed.

Where's Cindy, Ben?

She had a bad night,
though I'd let her sleep.

-Here you go, Ben.
-ERIN: Is she okay?

(CALLIOPE PLAYING)

Bernadene!

(ALL CHATTERING)

Ben! Ben, I remember her name.
Bernadene.

-What are you talking about?
-It's all coming back to me.

When I was four, my nurse
took me to a park

where a lady who
took me for rides on a carousel.

Slow down, Cindy.

I just saw her face
in my dream.

She's the same lady
that was at the funeral.

Ben, I think she's my mother.

Cindy, you can't go
by your dreams.

Well, that's all I have.

CINDY: Are you sure, operator?

Well, maybe I'm not spelling
Bernadene right.

Alright. Thank you for trying.

No luck?

(SIGHING)
I've tried Washington,

every suburb and every
major city on the East Coast.

No Bernadene Shepherd.

Well, she could have moved clear
across the country by now.

I've already thought of that.

I know you want to find your
mother real bad,

but you may be putting things
together, like a name here,

and a dream there,
and they just don't fit.

But I've learned
to believe in my dreams.

Remember when I dreamt something
terrible had happened to Ben,

and then we found out
he'd been taken prisoner of war?

Do you ever read the personals
columns?

I just love those ads like,

"Not responsible
for any debts but my own,"

and, "Morris Smith,
come home. We need you."

"Cindy Brunson
looking for her mother."

Exactly.

There's bound to be somebody in
Washington that remembers her.

Maybe even knows
where she is now.

Oh, Rose, I hope you're right.

Are we still going
fishing this afternoon?

Well, maybe we'd take
a rain check?

I told Ben I'd help him
deliver an order.

You didn't!

He asked me.
What am I supposed to say?

"I won't. I can't. I'm too busy.
No." Any of those things.

(DREW SCOFFING)
Why you wanna be like that?

Ever since
you've been over here,

I haven't had more than 10
minutes alone with you.

You're either running an errand,
or helping out in the mill,

or at the Dew Drop
cleaning up for Jason.

-And I think you like it.
-What's so wrong about that?

I never had any brothers
and sisters.

Makes me feel
like part of the family.

You think I am your sister?

Oh, Elizabeth, of course not.

Good, 'cause I don't need
any more brothers.

But I'm beginning
to need a boyfriend.

Will those letters
go out today, Ike?

They sure will. I'm sure
they'll get to the newspapers.

The day after tomorrow
at the latest.

CORABETH: You know, Cindy,
I put an ad

in a personal column once,
and was extremely successful.

I was trying to locate
an old school chum,

and I got an immediate response,
from his wife.

Well, this has just got to work.

IKE: We'll keep our fingers
crossed.

Cindy, are you sure you're right
in pursuing this so ardently?

Well, it's all
that I can think about.

Our daughter Aimee, she's
adopted, you know.

She was older.

Even though she didn't come
to us as an infant,

we think of her
as our own flesh and blood.

Corabeth, I forgot.
Two cans of peaches.

Aimee's a very
lucky young lady, Ike.

You've given her everything.

Well, Corabeth has sent her
to that fancy private school

and I guess it's worth every
penny she spent.

She's already smarter than I am,
and that's going some.

(IKE LAUGHING)

You know, Cindy. Aimee's parents
were both gone when we got her.

Even if they weren't, it would
hurt me deeply for her to embark

on a quest for her real mother.

Because, you see, I think
of myself as her real mother.

I loved my adoptive mother,
Corabeth, but she's dead.

Now, what I'm doing can't
possibly hurt her.

But I beg of you not to dishonor
her memory by pursuing

this will-o'-the-wisp.

I'll think about it, Corabeth.

Cindy. Come along, Cindy.

We've got to hurry
and make supper.

Oh, I don't need the peaches
after all.

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

You shouldn't have
said that, honey.

I was trying
to be helpful.

I want her to reconsider
sending those notices.

Sometimes people don't like to
accept advice from outsiders.

I am not an outsider!

-I know, but sometimes...
-Sometimes what?

Forget it.

What you are saying, is that
I should not offer advice.

Very well, I shan't.

I shall never again show the
slightest bit of interest

whatsoever in other people's
affairs. Never!

Hey, something smells real good.

You've got a smart nose. It's
my special ham and lima beans.

Here, Drew. As long as you're
here, make yourself useful.

And no lumps, please.

Well, where have you been,
young lady?

-Erin to set the table for me.
-Sorry. I had to get dressed.

Drew and I are going
to go to the movies in Rockfish.

What movie's playing down there?

Oh, Abbott and Costello
in Hollywood.

That movie's supposed to be a
riot. I've been dying to see it.

-Why don't you just go with us?
-Well, why don't we all go?

Oh, we should ask Ben and Cindy.

They haven't heard from that ad.
They could use some cheering up.

-I'll ask her.
-That'll be great.

It'll be
like just one big party.

Alright.

That's okay with you,
Elizabeth, isn't it?

Why not? We're just one big
happy family.

IKE: I'll be darned. Here's
a letter for Verne Rutledge.

I can't even remember
when he got his last letter.

No return address.
I wonder who it's from.

I do not concern myself
with other people's affairs.

Postmark says Oakville.

What was the name of that woman
that he was romancing?

Ellen Gruber, that was her name.
Didn't she move to Oakville?

I wonder if this letter's
from her.

I do not know, Mr. Godsey,
nor do I care.

Hey, this is for Cindy.
And it's from Washington.

It must be in response to that
notice that she put.

I would appreciate it if you
would please keep your thoughts

to yourself when you're prying
into other people's business.

Yes, Mrs. Godsey.

(STAMMERING)
Corabeth?

-Where are you going?
-I'm taking the letter to Cindy.

Thought you were going
to stay out of this.

Oh, it's not that I have
any desire to speculate.

I wish to deliver this letter
because I know

that the poor child
is in an agony of suspense.

(DOOR OPENING)

DREW: Hey, Elizabeth, slow down,
what's the hurry?

I'm meeting Steve Prince
before school.

What for?

He'll help me
with an algebra problem.

Told you I'd do that.

I found you in Mary Ellen's
room, putting up bookshelves.

She needed a place
to put all her medical books.

Listen, Drew, you're a very nice
guy and that's your problem.

You'll help anybody with
anything at any time.

And you're spreading
yourself so thin

that I can't count
on you anymore.

I get it. You can count
on Steve Prince, right?

That's right.

Look, have him
carry your books, okay?

Just remember it was your idea!

(CAR APPROACHING)

Yoo-hoo! It's Corabeth.

It's Corabeth.

Cindy!

This letter just arrived.
I rushed right over.

It's from Washington!

-Open it.
-I guess I better get back.

Don't rush off, Corabeth,

she might have an answer
for you to take back.

"Dear Mrs. Walton, the person
you are looking for

"lives at the address below.

"She has never forgotten you."

My prayers have been answered.

There isn't a signature, though.

-There's a Washington address.
-Cindy, I'll finish the dishes.

I know you want to get
a letter off right away.

I'll take it to the
post office in Rockfish.

They have a late morning pickup.

I'm going there now. Will you
take care of Virginia for me?

I'll do anything to help.
You know that.

Cindy, I know I tried to
discourage you in this pursuit.

Perhaps I was wrong.

I do hope your search leads
to a happy reunion.

Well, I said I wanted
to find my mother.

I hope it's happy.

Want me
to go in with you?

Not this time.

Okay. I'll be here.

Good luck.

Thanks.

My name is Cindy Walton, but I
think you already know that.

What do you want?

I didn't come here
to make trouble.

I just wanted to meet you.

I think you have
the wrong address.

No, wait. You were at my
father's funeral. Henry Brunson.

I knew him many years ago. I was
sorry to read of his death.

I think you came there
to see me.

I have to go now.

Please. I had a really
hard time trying to find you.

I remember the carousel.

We used to go riding on it
together

until you stopped coming
to the park.

I think you're my mother.

I can't talk here.

I have to talk to you and I'll
keep coming back until I do.

Wait for me at the carousel.
I'll be there at 4:00.

(CALLIOPE PLAYING)

How much longer
do you want to wait?

Oh, I might have known
she wouldn't come.

I'd like to go back there
and tell her how I feel.

If only it would help.

It helps just having you here.

I wasn't going to come.
I tried not to.

I thought that I knew
all about myself.

But there's a lot of blank
spaces you could fill in for me.

Like why you were adopted?

Why you didn't want me?

Oh, I wanted you.

You have to understand
how things were then.

I wasn't married.

Your father and I,
we were very much in love.

We planned to get married.

But he died before
you were born.

I used his name at the hospital.

Go on.

I wanted you to have all the
advantages a child could have.

My doctor knew of a couple
that wanted to adopt a baby.

They came to the hospital.

I liked them, felt they could
give you what I couldn't.

The agreement was
I was never to see you again.

It was quite by accident I ran
across you at the park.

I saw your father drop you off
there with your nurse.

You and I would play together

while she sat on a bench
and gossiped.

Those were the happiest
afternoons of my life.

One day I came to the park,
and you weren't there.

I met a wonderful man
who wanted to marry me.

I couldn't tell him about you.

I never have told him.

I never can.

You've answered
all my questions.

I guess I'm gonna have to be
content with that.

You're very lovely.

I wish your father
could have seen you.

Can I call you sometime?

It would be better
if you didn't.

I see.

Goodbye.

You know,

I didn't know whether I was
going to love you or hate you.

I don't hate you.

But I have a little girl
of my own now,

and I could never turn my back
on her, not if she needed me.

Take me home.

Okay.

-DREW: Hi.
-Hello.

Rose had some extra cream.
I never churned butter before.

You're catching on real fast.

You're all dressed up.
You going somewhere?

Mmm, date.

Well, not with me.

-Oh, here he is.
-STEVE: Hello.

Steve, what're you doing here?

We're going to a party
over at the church.

It's a lovely evening.
Full moon.

Uh-huh. I had that arranged
especially for you.

Yeah, it'll be
a nice walk over.

Especially if we take
the long way.

(CHUCKLING AWKWARDLY)
Hey, wait a minute.

You're not going
anywhere with him.

You're my girl, remember?

-You don't own me.
-You don't own her.

Steve, wanna stay out of this?

Elizabeth, if you don't want
to go steady anymore,

you ought to come right out
and say it.

-Alright.
-Well, go ahead. Say it.

Drew, this is awfully
embarrassing in front of Steve.

Look, Elizabeth, I been trying
to please everyone

in your family except you.

And I'm sorry.

I'm glad you finally figured
that out.

Hey, Steve, come here
for a minute.

Yeah, come here. Grab this.

-What for?
-Just grab it...

Go up and down like that.

-Like that?
-Yeah, that's pretty good, yeah.

If Rose asks, tell her me and
Elizabeth went for a walk, okay?

Wait a minute,
you can't do that!

We'll meet you at the church.
You can have the first dance.

DREW: Just keep churning.

Well, it looks like the swing
shift has taken over here.

Don't ask me how it happened.

I got some fresh bread
in the oven.

We can have it with that butter
as soon as you get through.

(ROSE CHUCKLING)

The nice thing about being mad
at someone for a long time is

there's so much to talk about
when you make up.

-Hello, Cindy.
-How did you find me?

I told my husband about you

and about my granddaughter.

He'd guessed a long time ago.

It was he who answered the
notice in the newspapers.

(EXHALES) Cindy,

do you think that,
after all these years,

I could learn to be your mother?

(BOTH GIGGLING)

JOHN-BOY: Cindy's longing to
find out all she could

about her past
was finally fulfilled.

And a loving, lasting
relationship with her mother

was just beginning.

ELIZABETH: Erin, what do you do
when you can't get to sleep?

ERIN: I stay awake.

ELIZABETH: I'm serious.
What do you do? Count sheep?

ERIN: That doesn't work
for me.

ELIZABETH: Me, either.

ERIN: Imagine that you're
floating on a cloud.

You're all alone. You're
drifting, drifting.

ELIZABETH: I'm drifting,
drifting.

There's a full moon.
But I'm not alone.

ERIN: Pleasant dreams,
Elizabeth.

ELIZABETH: Goodnight, Erin.