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Mary Ellen and I
always kind of figured

maybe she was sweet on John-Boy.

You know,
the big newspaper editor?

We were only friends.

She's my wife now, so you can
just forget about the past.

(SCREAMING)

Please don't hit me!
Please, Kenny! Please!

Don't hit me again.

Why didn't you tell me
about you and John-Boy?

There was nothing to tell!

You shouldn't be here, ma'am.
I can't guarantee your safety.

HENDRIX: Kenny, Laurie's here!

Put down the gun
and come on out!

You're lying!
You Nazis are liars!

JASON: Coming out.

You just hold it right there.

JOHN-BOY: With the war over,

my family settled down to a
more normal routine of life.

But occasionally,
this was to be interrupted

by echoes of the war.

Such was the case
when we encountered a young man

who was still struggling
with war wounds,

not to his body,
but to his spirit and mind.

Though he crossed our lives
for only a short time,

that memory would remain
fresh with us always.

And how is the house
working out, Mrs. Ellis?

Fine. Kenny and I love it.

I know that Mary Ellen
is glad to have it rented,

especially to an acquaintance.

Laurie!

Erin! I've been meaning
to phone you,

but I've been busy
getting settled.

-How was the honeymoon trip?
-Terrific. I got spoiled though.

Got used to seeing Kenny a lot,

and now that he's driving
a truck, he's gone for days.

Well, if you ever get bored,
you can have

your old job at Pickett's.

No, thanks. I love being a wife.
It's all I've ever wanted.

And, of course, having a family.

Well, is that Mr. Perfect
outside?

Sure is.

He's almost as wonderful-looking
as you said he was.

Almost!

(CHUCKLES)

-Howdy, Mrs. Godsey.
-Good morning.

-Honey, you almost finished?
-Mm-hmm.

That's $2 for gas, honey.

Well, for groceries, that's
$3.64, making a total of $5.64.

Kenny, this is Erin Walton,
Mary Ellen's sister. My ex-boss.

Laurie's told me all about you.

Well, it's probably nothing like
the way she talked about you

while you were overseas.
It's nice to meet you.

Thanks. Let's go, honey.

-We'll get together real soon.
-Alright.

I think you'll really like Erin.

She would have been
my maid of honor

if we'd gotten married here.
She offered me back my old job.

Of course I told her I was happy
being Mrs. Ellis, period.

If I hadn't come in there
when I did,

I bet you'd have gabbed away
the rest of the day!

ROSE: Elizabeth, your turn.

ELIZABETH: Dear Lord,
we thank you for this food

and for watching over
the family.

Please bless Mama and Daddy,
and Cindy and Ginny,

and the rest of us
who aren't here right now.

-Amen.
-Amen.

John-Boy, how long
you gonna be with us?

I'm trying to get
revisions done on my book.

That could take between
a few days and a few years.

I vote for years.

Thanks, but even if I wanted to,

I couldn't afford to labor
over my work that long.

I know a way
we can be rich.

I bet.

JIM-BOB: No, this is a
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

I was talking to Buck Vernon
the other day.

You're getting into
the junk business?

He was telling me
about how his cousin

was making loads of money
buying and selling war surplus.

You know, military equipment.

-When are you going West?
-Don't need to.

They're having a sale of surplus
at the Rockfish depot.

I've already got $50, but
I figure I need at least 100.

That way I can buy in
large lots.

JASON: And you want us
to contribute?

JIM-BOB: I can sell the stuff
in the garage.

All you need to do is help
buy into the big time,

then we could all profit.

Don't look at me, Jim-Bob.
I can hardly make my tuition.

How about you, Erin?

I'm not a gambling woman,
Jim-Bob.

Count me out.
The Dew Drop keeps me broke.

Ben?

I don't want anything to do
with the military.

How about you, John-Boy?

I'm just a poor writer, Jim-Bob.

JIM-BOB: I thought I was doing
you a favor.

-Well, have you asked Ike?
-Maybe I will.

ROSE: If I were you,
I'd ask Corabeth.

Ike wears the pants,

but Corabeth knows
where the pockets are.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Sometime, I'm gonna write
about this place.

Drama at the Dew Drop.

I don't see it being
a bestseller.

I thought bartenders always
had millions of stories to tell,

with all the customers coming in
and pouring their hearts out.

It doesn't happen too often.

I guess I just don't have
a sympathetic face.

You look too innocent. I don't
think people would believe

that you understand
the hard facts of life.

Thanks a lot. No more drinks
on the house for you.

-Jason, give me a beer, huh?
-You bet.

Kenny, this is my brother,
John-Boy. This is Kenny Ellis.

-Hi.
-How are you?

Kenny and his wife
are renting Mary Ellen's place.

-Welcome to the Mountain.
-Thanks.

-Care to sit?
-Yeah. Sure.

Kenny was a driver
during the war. Right?

Yeah. Now I drive
for a local trucking company.

But someday
I'm going to have my own truck.

Be my own boss.
No more taking orders.

I knew some drivers in the
service. That was hard work.

You bet.

Seems all we was doing was
dodging mines and being strafed.

-You get hit?
-Couple of times.

Now, let me tell you.

I was glad to get out
of that Army hospital,

and come home and be married.

Here's to my Laurie.

She's the prettiest girl
in the world.

You know her, John-Boy.
Laurie Hilboldt.

Sure, I used to
tutor her in English.

You know my Laurie?

Yeah. She couldn't pay me,

so she helped me get my paper
out, The Blue Ridge Chronicle.

(CHUCKLING) Mary Ellen and I
always kind of figured

maybe she was sweet on John-Boy.

You know, the big newspaper
editor? College man?

-She never told me about you.
-We were only friends.

She's my wife now, so you can
just forget about the past.

JASON: Kenny,
we didn't mean anything.

Okay, fine.

Look, get me another beer here,
Jason, will you?

I think you've had enough.

This is a bar, isn't it?
I am a paying customer?

Kenny, you're welcome
in here any time,

but I think you've had enough.

Now, you look here, Jason.
I'm a veteran,

so you just don't go
ordering me around, huh?

I'm not ordering you.
I'm talking to you as a friend.

I'm sorry...

Something happens.
I got a real bad temper, Jason.

Maybe you ought to go on home
to Laurie.

-How about if I drive you?
-Drive me?

You gonna drive me?

You haven't heard anything
I've been telling you.

I drove through Europe
during wartime!

Or maybe you just wanna take
one last look

at my little Laurie
for old time's sake, huh?

Well, you can forget it.

You hear me?

Wow. He was pretty hot.
He must have started early.

-Should I follow him?
-No, no. I wouldn't do that.

He might see you
and get riled up again.

He'll cool down.

By the time he gets home,
he'll forget all about it.

IKE: Cling peaches.
-What about my idea, Ike?

Well, military surplus,
exactly what does that mean?

Well, usually stuff like
fatigues,

parachutes, flight jackets.

Hmm.

Our best strategy
is to buy in bulk.

That way we'd make
more profit on volume.

You want us to put $50
into Army surplus fatigues?

Really, how dreary.

No, not dreary, Corabeth.
Drab. Olive drab.

-Mr. Godsey.
-Diced beets.

We're bound to double our money.
Maybe even more.

Now, that sounds like it's
got a lot of possibilities.

I have more important plans
for my surplus cash.

Good night, James Robert.

Mr. Godsey, I'll see you after
you put up the asparagus spears!

She really means no.

Well, it doesn't mean
that she won't change her mind.

I gotta have the money by
tomorrow.

I'll tell you what.
Why don't you drop by

on the way to Richmond.

ERIN: Try it again, Mary Ellen.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

-Metacarpus, carpus...
-Uh-huh.

...radius, ulna, humerus.

(ERIN CHEERING)

How was the nightlife
in Rockfish, John-Boy?

I couldn't find it.
I had to keep Jason company.

(PHONE RINGING)

I'll get it.

Hello. This is Mary Ellen.

Are you sure? Tonight?
Okay, I'll check it out. Thanks.

-ERIN: Who was that?
-It was Anna Gallaway.

She lives next to my house.
She said she heard

a bunch of noise and screams.
She wants me to go over.

That's strange, with Laurie
and Kenny living there.

-Oh, no.
-What?

Kenny was
at the Dew Drop,

and he had a lot to drink.
And he has a short fuse.

I better get right over there.

-I'll drive there.
-I'm going with you.

Well, it seems quiet now.

Well, there must have been
some commotion.

Anna's not the type
to make up tales.

-LAURIE: Who's there?
-It's Mary Ellen.

LAURIE: Just a minute.

Hi. What are you all doing here?

-Laurie, are you alright?
-Fine, fine.

Mrs. Gallaway next door called.
Said she heard a scream.

-It was nothing, really.
-Are you sure?

It's embarrassing.

I was in the kitchen
putting away a stack of plates,

and I hit my head
on the cupboard. It hurt,

and I got mad at myself.

Maybe I should
take a look at it.

No. It's just a little bump.

JOHN-BOY: Maybe we could help
you clean up the dishes.

LAURIE: No. I've already
done that.

Are you sure you're alright?

I'm sorry if I disturbed anyone.

That doesn't matter
as long as you're okay.

I'm fine.

Good night, now.

We'll see you soon.

Kenny?

(CAR DRIVING OFF)

(SIGHS)

(SCREAMING)

Please don't hit me!
Please, Kenny! Please!

Don't hit me again.

Why didn't you tell me
about you and John-Boy Walton?

There was nothing to tell!

Jason says you were
sweet on him.

No. No. I never was.
I never was.

Please, Kenny, please.
Please believe me. I never was.

I love you, Kenny.
Believe me, please. Please.

I love you, honey.

And you didn't see Kenny
while you were there?

No, but Laurie was obviously
upset and frightened.

I wanted to look at that bruise,
but she wouldn't let me.

It had to have been
a fight with Kenny.

I never should have
let him drink.

I should have given him coffee,
or called Laurie.

Wait a minute. I was there, too.

We didn't know
what kind of temper Kenny had,

or how drunk he was
till he exploded.

I really think you're making
a big deal out of this.

I remember how Laurie used to
talk about Kenny.

She even read me some letters
he wrote her from overseas.

He always sounded
gentle and loving.

Erin, I never met
the young man, mind you,

but I knew another young man

who was the most gentle,
loving soul alive.

My son, Bert. But when he took
to the bottle, I told you,

he became just like
Dr. Jekyll and that other one.

JOHN-BOY: Mr. Hyde.

That's the fellow.

He'd take the strap to his
children like a man possessed.

Kenny can't be like that.

I hope not. But it's possible.

(SIGHING)

It was just the most freak kind
of accident.

I was on a footstool
and lost my balance,

came tumbling down
just like Humpty Dumpty.

I'm glad to hear that.

I thought maybe you and Kenny
had a fight.

Kenny and I don't fight.

He's the kindest,
dearest man alive.

Even when he drinks?

Funny. Before he went overseas,
he never drank.

Hardly ever raised his voice.

A lot of people started drinking
more than they should

during the war.

He'll stop now that he's back
home, learning to feel safe.

Sure.

(CAR APPROACHING)

-Hello, Jason.
-Kenny.

Look, I'm sorry
about last night.

I was worried about you.

I'm fine.

Thanks for coming by.

How are you feeling, honey?

Better.

I was so worried about you.

Violets.

They're beautiful.

But shouldn't you be at work?

Yeah. I'm supposed to leave in
an hour or two on a long haul.

I'll be gone for a few days,

so I came home to say goodbye.

I'll miss you.
But these will keep me company.

I guess I better put them
in some water.

Well, here, honey.
Let me help you with that, okay?

-You lean on me.
-I'm okay.

Why don't you sit down?

I'll take care
of the flowers for you.

No. I can do it myself.

Laurie.

(STAMMERING) Last night...

I don't know how I could've
hurt you like that.

Please forgive me, honey.

You really scared me.

You were like a total stranger.

Laurie, I'm not gonna make any
excuses. I know I can't do that.

But something happened.

It was if I was standing
outside of myself.

I saw myself hitting you,
and I couldn't stop.

Oh, Kenny, why?

I don't know.

-Why?
-I don't know.

All I know is,

I love you more than
I've ever loved anything.

And now, I hate myself.

Maybe if you cut down
on the drinking.

Honey, I need a beer or two
just to help me relax.

Instead of drinking,
come home to me.

I don't...

I don't wanna bother you
with anything.

I'm your wife. I wanna share
your bad days

as well as your good ones.

Okay, honey.

Will you promise me
it won't happen again?

I couldn't stay here
if I didn't feel safe.

You are safe.

I promise.

Laurie, if you left me,
I'd fall apart.

Mr. Godsey, should
the Zeller property be listed

as a manor or an estate?

Corabeth,
that's a broken-down shack.

Nonsense, it's a fixer-upper.

-Hi, Ike. Hi, Corabeth.
-Hey, Jim-Bob.

Getting ready to go over
to the surplus sale.

Did you change your mind
about the money?

I'm sorry, Jim-Bob.

I'm afraid our funds
are allocated elsewhere.

Now wait a minute, Corabeth.

I don't expect you to invest
your real estate money,

but I would like to put in
50 bucks

from the store's profits.

Must I remind you
that those profits

are the result of my hard labor,

the perspiration
of my weary brow?

IKE: Corabeth, $50.
It's not going to bankrupt us.

Well, you'll be making 100

before you even have a chance
to spend the 50.

-Do I have your word for that?
-Oh, probably.

I'm afraid
that would not suffice.

We would need your word that
you would return the investment

should the resale potential
of this surplus

fail to meet
your very high expectations.

I guess I could do that.

Do we have your word?

You believe in it, don't you?

You got it.

Mr. Godsey, give him the $50.

Here you go.

Jason, I'm looking for Kenny.

What's the matter?

He got fired.

He was late getting back
to the loading dock,

and they gave
somebody else the job,

and he got angry
and lost his temper.

How about if you go wait
with Erin and Rose at our place?

If Kenny comes in,
I'll call you.

No.

I'd rather wait at home.

Are you sure?

What kind of a wife would I be
if I wasn't there?

I'll call you if he comes in.

Thanks.

(HORN HONKING)

-Hey!
-Hey, Ike!

How'd it go? You got any
money-making surplus?

By the time I got there,
all the big-time operators

had bought everything up
by the truckload.

I'm relieved to hear that

because I was beginning
to have second doubts

about the advisability
of this endeavor.

I was kind of hoping
you'd find something.

I did get some stuff.

IKE: How'd you finagle that?

I ran into someone who offered
to sell some stuff he bought,

and he said he had too many
parachutes and flight jackets

So, I spent our $100
on this stuff.

Jim-Bob, you're a real
go-getter.

Well, except that's not exactly
what's in here.

What, then, pray tell?

Good Lord! What are those?

Gas masks and helmet liners.
We've got dozens of them.

They are unbelievably
unattractive.

They look like
instruments of torture

from the Spanish Inquisition.

I don't think anybody's gonna be
knocking down your door

to buy these things.

I tried to find the guy,
but he'd taken off.

Perhaps that will teach you
something about big business.

-Now, we'd like our money back.
-I don't have it.

You promised we'd get our money
back if your deal went sour.

Yeah, I did, but spent all
the money we had on this stuff.

The point of you
giving us your word

was so we would not have to grow
old waiting for you to pay us.

Let's give him a break.

-Thanks, Ike.
-I'll tell you what.

Pay us at the end
of the week?

How can I get that much
by the end of the week?

I shouldn't know. If you
are to retain your reputation

in the business community,
you will have to find a way.

I think I'm gonna buy myself
one of Jim-Bob's gas masks

for the next time you make
cocoa, then I won't suffocate.

-It was only kind of burned.
-Kind of?

It's undrinkable,
isn't it, John-Boy?

-Hey, I'm neutral.
-It's not that bad.

(PHONE RINGING)

Saved.

Hello.

-John-Boy?
-Yeah, Jason.

I think maybe
something's wrong at Laurie's.

JOHN-BOY: What?

I've been trying to call
since early this evening.

-When was that?
-About 7:00.

Either somebody's been using
the phone, or it's off the hook.

I think you should
check it out.

I will. Don't worry.

-I'll see you later.
-Sure, thanks.

What's going on?

Jason's been trying
to call Laurie all evening,

and he's worried.

I think I'm gonna go over there.

-Me, too.
-What about me?

You stay here
and make some more hot cocoa.

I'll burn some for both of you.

ERIN: Laurie? Kenny?

JOHN-BOY: Oh, God.

Laurie! Laurie! Laurie,
what happened?

You can have our Mama
and Daddy's room.

You're lucky you don't have
any broken bones.

Laurie, what happened?

It's so awful.

Maybe it'll help
to talk about it.

Kenny came home upset.

He'd been drinking.

I told him...

I told him I knew
about his losing his job,

but he could get another.

And...

That's when he blew up.

He accused me of giving him
orders, of...

Of bossing him.

And then he came at me!

Honey, you're going to be
alright.

Ever since he was discharged,

I never know
what's going to set him off.

(CRYING) He was hitting me,

and I kept on telling him
to stop.

I kept on begging him to stop!
But he didn't hear me.

Maybe I ought to call
the Sheriff.

No! Things have been going
so badly for Kenny lately.

What he did was wrong,
and the Sheriff should be told.

No!

ROSE: Laurie can think
about it tomorrow.

I think Rose is right.
Laurie needs some rest.

-Do you think you can sleep?
-(SHUDDERING) I'm not sure.

Come on, I'll stay with you
until you fall asleep.

It's alright.

It's okay.

(SIGHING)

My heart just aches
for that poor girl.

I don't understand it, Rose.

How could a man
do that to his wife?

I suppose a lot of men who beat
their wives and children

ask themselves
that same question.

When the rage is over,

they're just as shocked
at what they do as we are.

I don't know why Laurie
would want to stay with him.

It's not easy to turn your back

on somebody
you've trusted, loved.

I wonder where Kenny is.

No matter, just that Laurie's
out of his reach.

Maybe. I'm gonna call Jason
and warn him.

Oh, yes.
I hadn't thought of that.

The bar's closed, Kenny.

(SIGHING)

Now, wait a minute. You just
served them.

You're refusing to serve me?

Why don't you sit down?
I'll make you some coffee.

I don't want coffee.

If I wanted coffee,
I wouldn't have come in here.

Are you gonna get me that beer?

No. You've had too much already.

What right have you
to decide that?

You simmer down. You've caused
enough trouble tonight.

Don't you order me around!
You're not my superior officer!

Don't order me around.

Nobody

orders me around.

Operator, get me
the Sheriff's office.

If you want my opinion,
she's lucky

she doesn't have
any broken bones.

Thank you.

Good morning, ma'am.
I'm Deputy Sheriff Walt Hendrix.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.
I was feeling a little queasy.

-Do you want some coffee?
-Sure.

I was telling Mary Ellen, we've
been looking for your husband

ever since Jason called
last night. No sign of him.

I hope he's alright.

If there'd been an accident,
I'm sure we would've heard.

MARY ELLEN: He's probably parked
somewhere, sleeping it off.

Now, Mrs. Ellis, if you'll just
tell me what happened,

I can go ahead
and start to file charges.

What do you mean?

It's just official procedure,
so we can get him arrested.

Oh, no.

Well, ma'am, it's the only way

you're going to get him
tried for assault.

And he'd go to jail?

Most likely.

Especially with Mary Ellen here
testifying about your injuries.

LAURIE: But I don't want him
to go to jail.

Couldn't you give Kenny
some kind a warning?

Only unofficially.

That's why we don't like to
interfere in domestic matters.

Our hands are tied
unless the wife

decides to press charges.

I can't.

Mrs. Ellis, if you won't,
you do have another option.

-What?
-Divorce.

You've sure got grounds now.

No divorce.

I understand. Well, if and when
we do locate him,

I'll give him a strong warning.

-That's about all I can do.
-Thank you.

Please keep looking for him.

I'm afraid
he might hurt himself.

I'll do my best. Good day.

Laurie, a lot of women wouldn't
be able to make it on their own.

You could.

Mary Ellen's right.

You can make a good living
working at Pickett's.

I'm not afraid of leaving Kenny.

I just don't want to.

I want our marriage to work.
I love him.

Inside, I know he's a fine
and gentle man.

So, how's the surplus business?

(SCOFFING) You see the crowd

waiting in line, don't you?

I missed them.

Jim-Bob, when are you going to
pay back Ike and Corabeth?

When I have their money.

Hurry it up.
I was just over at Godsey's.

Corabeth is having a feud
with the entire family.

She'll get over it
in a few days.

I doubt it. And why should she?

You two had an agreement,
and you're welching

on your part of the deal.

It's not good business.

It's just not honest.

I can't afford to be honest.

Jim-Bob, sell something.

Look, Ben, what have I got
that's worth $50?

I thought I'd come home
for lunch.

I thought you might.

There's some almost soup
simmering on the stove.

(DOOR OPENS)

-Good morning.
-ROSE: Good morning.

-How do you feel?
-Fine.

She was sick again this morning.

It was nothing.

It's the second day in a row.

I imagine there's nothing
unusual about that.

I'm pregnant.

-Oh, Laurie, that's marvelous!
-Oh, Laurie!

That's wonderful!
Does Kenny know?

I only found out about it
a week ago.

I didn't want to add
to his problems.

And then his drinking
started getting worse,

and I thought if I told him,
he'd only get angrier.

You're safe with us. Now,
we'll take good care of you.

Why don't you girls
have lunch?

You've got to eat well now
in your condition.

Laurie, you don't have to
go with him.

He won't hurt you
if you're with us.

Laurie...

I'm so ashamed.
Are you alright?

I've had good care.

I swear I'll take good care
of you if you just come home,

so we can talk.

Kenny, can I believe you
this time?

Yes...

Laurie, please?

-I'll get my things.
-You'll come?

-I'll be right back.
-I'll help you.

Mr. Ellis, I hope
you meant what you said.

Of course I did.
I love her. You can see that.

We know that.

We also know what you've done
to Laurie before.

Did they lock that door?

-What?
-Did they lock the door?

Of course they didn't.

See?

She's trying to get away.
I know she is.

You wait right where you are,
young man. I'll get her.

(DOORKNOB CLICKING)

-You get her out here!
-I'll lock the back door.

Laurie. Laurie,
you can't go out there.

I saw him change
right before my eyes.

Laurie!

Laurie, now, you get out here!
That's an order! You hear me?

Laurie!

I want you home! Now!

Laurie.

I'm gonna go home now,
you hear me?

Laurie, the baby.

I'm gonna going home.

Laurie!

If they don't bring you back
there where you belong,

I'm gonna come back with a gun!

I'm gonna call the Sheriff.

Just a minute, Erin. I'll see.

Erin says she'll come home
from work if we need her.

No. She better stay there
till we find out

what Kenny is up to. And there's
still no sign of him?

Deputy Allen's
out looking for him.

Mrs. Ellis,
do you know if he owns a gun?

Yes, a hunting rifle.

Do you think
he meant what he said?

I don't know.

The way he sounded,
I don't think he was bluffing.

Then I expect he'll return
before too long.

And we just wait?

Yep.

Corabeth, what happened
to those bruised apples?

Did you throw them out?

I sold them to Elizabeth Walton.

You what?

They were for consumption
for the entire Walton family,

including James Robert.

That is just big business
strategy.

(SCREAMING)

Jim-Bob, is that you?

There it is, Corabeth.

-Hey, Jim-Bob!
-Oh, hey, Buck!

Where'd you get that?

It's Army surplus.

You don't say.
Hey, you got any more?

It's right over here. Come on.

-Well, congratulations!
-Hey, Ben. How you doing?

I understand you've paid off
your debt to Ike and Corabeth.

Don't see my hot rod, do you?

Must have been hard to sell.

It was, but I'm glad
you put me up to it.

Feels good to have
that slate all clean, huh?

Well, honesty
certainly does pay.

-What did you get for the car?
-$200.

And I only had to give
the Godsey's 50.

That means you have $150
to buy a new car. That's great!

-Where's all the Army surplus?
-Buck Vernon bought it.

-All of it?
-Yeah.

He sent it to his cousin
for a war movie.

No kidding.
What did you get for it?

$200. It's all mine
with the Godsey's paid off.

You have $350?

Nope, I spent 25 of it on this.
That still leaves me

with three and a quarter
left over for the bank.

You own this?

As Corabeth might say,
it's a fixer-upper,

but I figure I can make
at least $200 off of it.

It's 'cause you gave me that
advice about being honest.

You were right.
It sure is the best policy.

That's great, Jim-Bob.

(PHONE RINGING)

Deputy Hendrix speaking.

-Where?
-They found him.

No. Try to keep him there,

but don't risk anybody getting
hurt. I'll be right over.

He's barricaded himself
inside your house.

He's got a rifle
and he's talking wild.

-I've got to get over there.
-LAURIE: I'm coming, too.

-I wouldn't advise it.
-Laurie...

-Stay here. He's right.
-Kenny's my husband.

Listen, think of the baby.

I am. The baby needs a father,
too, remember?

I'll take you.

Lord help you.

HENDRIX: Roger. I can use all
the units you can spare.

He's an ex-GI.
Fired on Deputy Allen.

He's been yelling at us
like we were a bunch of Nazis.

And send an ambulance. Out.

Take cover!
Come on, get over here!

I called home. Rose told me.

-Stop them!
-Laurie, wait!

He needs me, please.

We can't take that chance.

You shouldn't be here, ma'am.
I can't guarantee your safety.

And that goes
for the both of you, too.

He'll stop if I go to him.

He might not even know you,
ma'am.

But it's worth a try.

Kenny, Laurie's here!

Put down the gun
and come on out!

Come on, Kenny,
you won't be hurt.

You're lying!
You Nazis are liars!

(GUN FIRING)

-Let me see you surrender, Nazi!
-See what I mean?

Hold your fire, Ernie.
We just have to wait him out.

You get us some help?

It's on its way,
so just take it easy.

Please, let me go to him.

Ma'am, I just can't
take that chance.

There's a back door.
John-Boy and I know this house.

Maybe we can get in,
talk to him.

-He might turn on you, Jason.
-Not if we're on his side.

JOHN-BOY: We were there, Walt.
We know how he feels.

Please let them try, before
something terrible happens.

Alright, if you promise to stay
here and keep out of sight.

-Yes, anything.
-Okay.

But if he gives you any static,
get out of there, alright?

Okay, go.

Why, why? Poor Kenny.

Easy, Kenny! Easy!

It's Jason Walton.

John-Boy and I
are here to help you.

Like hell you are.

Can't you see I'm in a
firefight?

There's no barrage. You don't
hear any firing, do you?

JASON: We know
how it was, Kenny.

The town's ours.

We're coming out.
We don't have guns.

(GUN COCKING)

You just hold it right there.

Take a look around you, Kenny.
You're in your own house.

JOHN-BOY: You're home, soldier.
You live here with Laurie.

But they're out there,

and the Captain said
I gotta hold this place.

-He doesn't know I'm wounded.
-No!

All that's out there is Walt
Hendrix and another deputy.

They just don't
want you to hurt anyone,

including yourself.

Laurie's out there, too.

You sure don't want
to hurt her, do you?

Laurie?

No.

No, I wouldn't want
to hurt Laurie.

Of course I wouldn't.

She's pregnant, Kenny.

Laurie is?

She's going to have your baby.

She's right outside,
waiting for you.

Laurie.

Where are you, Laurie?

Laurie, where are you, honey?

Laurie!

(CRYING)

Laurie.

JOHN-BOY: Kenny and Laurie
moved to Richmond,

where he could be
close to the VA Hospital.

Laurie's letters indicated that
treatment helped Kenny forget

the violence of the war,
and he became

a gentle,
loving husband and father,

to her and to Kenneth Ellis Jr.

ROSE: Good night, John-Boy.
Good night, Mary Ellen.

MARY ELLEN: Good night, Rose.
Good night, Elizabeth.

ELIZABETH: John-Boy,
I want to visit you in New York.

JOHN-BOY: I don't think
you'd like it.

ELIZABETH: How come?
JOHN-BOY: No whippoorwills,

and the city lights block out
most of the stars at night.

ELIZABETH: It's got something
more special than that.

JOHN-BOY: What?
ELIZABETH: You.

Good night, John-Boy.