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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 was one of the oars from the boat.

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 ha d seemed to be hibernating

until suddenly, on the 10th of Ma y, the Germans invaded Belgium

and the Netherlands and Luxembourg.

By the 10th of June, they ha d 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 ha d come

to help whatever allies we ha d,

and to be ready when the attack turned on ourselves.

I 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.

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.

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 think I'd like to be away from the family that long.

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

I'd say, 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 all right,

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

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

- When are we going, Daddy? - Not at least till tomorrow morning, son.

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 enough a phone to hear if anything starts to happen.

While us men are working, what are the girls going to be doing?

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.

That is a splendid idea, Elizabeth.

All those in favor say I.

I.

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 around here all 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?

I'll race you!

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

Between the smell of the ocean and the sight of this 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. - Let's 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.

Shine on, shine on harvest moon

Up in the sky I ain't ha d no loving

Since January, February, June or July

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

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

I was just wondering if I could use your phone.

Kind of an important phone call.

Well, 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 stuck up 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 really sweet of you, Corabeth, but, you see, 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 were going to 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 going to 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.

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

I don't know what you can expect, Liv.

Leave a house like this long enough, especially on the beach,

and 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 I saw on the beach.

I hope you're not going to start that spy stuff again.

She and Mama should go into business together.

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

Come to some place you've never seen before,

and all of a sudden 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 middle of the night.

Maybe somebody ought to stand guard.

I don't want anybody walking in on me in the middle of the night.

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

Come on, now. Nobody's going to be walking in on us in the middle of the night.

Pa, right over there above the door.

Hold it right by the roof there.

Hey!

Don't move!

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.

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.

Now all we have to do is to figure out where to sleep everybody.

Liv, you sure you know what you're doing, inviting this girl to stay with us?

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 that girl, 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.

Well, my teacher in high school thought I had a talent for music,

so she sent me to this piano teacher.

I studied with her for a while, and then 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. I 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 a lot to talk about.

I hope that's all right. 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?

Well, I knew who I wished to study under, and William and Mary is where he was.

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, Mrs. Walton, 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 your 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 the house 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.

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.

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.

And got most of them off, too. Nothing like it in the history of the world.

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.

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.

And 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.

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.

Oh, it's cold! Oh, it's cold!

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 to me anymore,

you just come in here and start picking on a guy?

Well, I had this crazy idea we had a date for last night.

Yeah, I was supposed to call you, remember?

I went over to Ike Godsey'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.

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

Well, all I can say is,

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? Will you do me 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.

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 for you.

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.

In 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 have disappeared.

That happens all the time at their age.

You know that boat I was messing around with?

I let them take it out, and that was a couple of hours ago.

Maybe they beached it somewhere else.

Well, I've been up and down the beach a couple times

and nobody's seen them or the boat.

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

This floated up on the beach.

Not a sign. They'll turn up. - Sure.

Did you search the beach?

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. - 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.

It's a straight, simple story.

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

You lost the one oar, right?

- 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?

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 like me,

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

Even when there's not one there to hear!

All right, 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.

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.

All right, 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.

- 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, and 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.

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

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

Oh, 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.

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.

Jason...

- 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.

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.

Why, 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,

and I expect they got in touch with the British Consul in Washington D.C.

I cannot, for the life of me, 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.

Now, 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 about you... - 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 the Barrel.

- 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 going to learn to drive my car.

Good, I don't want it.

I'm sick of it, Grandpa. I'm just plain sick of it.

More than one man can take.

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

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

But the people, they're storming in there like you have nothing else to do!

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

Well, your mom and your daddy are off gallivanting around somewhere.

Your sister's in there fixing up some sort of a party.

Go on in and cool off.

Welcome to the seashore, Ben!

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.

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.

All right, 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.

And 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 at all.

I could go home today and who knows?

Is that the Besserman on the violin? Theodore Besserman?

Are there two fiddlers named Besserman?

- 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.

Are you all right?

I think I shall be.

After all,

when it comes to muddying the waters, Jason,

nobody does it better than I.

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

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

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.

- Make a wish! - Several of them.

- Tell her she's not supposed to tell. - You're so smart.

- 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.

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,

well, 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.

Who'd ever have thought that?

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.

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.

I didn't even get you a birthday present.

Well, you kept all of those lovely people from coming to see me off. That's one.

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

You know me.

Just say the word, and I'll see you all the way back 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.

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? - What is it, Elizabeth?

I still have sand in my hair.

My car will never be the same.

Jim-Bob, your car never was the same!

All the way to the seashore with the choke on!

Ben, you're never going to drive my car again.

You're breaking my heart.

I'll bet that's what Darlene said.

You're full of saltwater taffy.

That's enough! Good night, everybody.

English -SDH