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Edith. You aren't coming to bed? It's been dark for hours. I thought I'd read a while. -By that light? -I'm not sleepy. That cow isn't, either. She woke me up with her bellowing. -Edith, she's not... -Hubert is coping. -We must go and help. -He won't let you. He doesn't want anyone else in the cowshed. -Why is he so stupid? -Considerate. He thinks of others. -Can humans really get it? -Yes. Perhaps this time it will be all right. A good healthy calf. There's a chance. At least this one went her full time. (COW BELLOWING) Did Steve and Owen catch the bull? -I haven't heard. -Didn't they say? -They're not back. -But it's nearly midnight. Another reason I'm waiting up. They said they'd come back, they promised.
I did offer to go with them. They didn't want me to. I expect they've made camp somewhere. They'll probably be back in the morning. Even at home in Norway I never found it easy to make friends, apart from my father. And these days, travelling as we do, well, it's best to travel light, isn't it? I think so. I couldn't bear to be Jenny. What are you looking at? Hubert's lit another fire. -I thought Edith might like some apples. -JENNY: Oh, thank you. I remember her saying there weren't any fruit trees on that farm. Yes, their only fruit is what they can pick wild. I thought we might send that grain we were given too, Bill. At least they've got a mill. Will you give her that when you get there? Um, it's all right, Alice. I can manage, from what Bill's told me. The reassurance wouldn't be the same from you. It's got to come from him. If something does happen, maybe one of you'd come back and tell me. JENNY: Alice, do you think I could stay here with you till he does come back? Sort of hostage? Sort of friend. Get out of the way there, Ted! Don't clear their muck, neither. Keep away from my cows, if you know what's good for you!
Hey, don't go in my cowshed! Hubert, have you seen Steve and Owen? How could I? I spent all night in the cowshed, didn't I? Their horses are in the field, they must be back. Well, I ain't seen 'em. I don't think I want to, particularly. Go on, there, get out there, you... BILL: It's the isolation that gets her down. She's always been a town girl. Well, perhaps you should move. To a town? Railway station over there somewhere. Yeah, half a mile up the road from the bridge. -Close as that? -What, you know it? Well, I passed through it on my way back from the Dales. They've got a working railway in the Dales. Aye, I know. And coal to feed it. You know, it runs out of track about 20 miles from here. We've got to link it up. What, lay 20 miles of track? Irish navvies did it in the 19th century. All manual labour. There's no one unemployed around here. They're all too busy feeding themselves. Aye. Most of what they grow goes to waste.
You know, you kill a sheep or a pig, there's only two or three of you to share it. It all goes bad. There's no preservatives. Not just meat, either. You look at what's growing around here. You know that grain we're taking to Edith? Know where it came from? Payment, you said, for medical services. That's right. -For the brucellosis? -No. The rabies. The man who tried to hunt you down grew that. Sanders. (BOTH CHUCKLING) How much... How much wheat does he grow? Enough to fill a very big granary, where most of it is rotting. Why didn't you tell Tom and his mother that when they came to visit you? Because I didn't know about it then. Alice... Alice isn't the only one who's lonely, you know. I met people up in the Dales who were living in holes. We've got to get them together. They don't even know each other, most of them. They don't want to. -They go about with guns. -Aye. Distrust and suspicion, it'll get them nowhere. You'd never get them together, not even to talk to them.
Aye, I couldn't, but I think you could. How? Well, let's just think. Say you...you let it be known that you were going to leave the area and before you went, you were going to pass on all the fruits of your medical knowledge. That'd soon bring them. (CHUCKLES) You know what you remind me of? A ruddy politician. (BOTH LAUGHING) Who knows, we might need them yet. They weren't all rogues. I don't know everyone around here, you know. Well... You read that. Get to know a few more. -Where'd you get this? -A man called Fenton. -I knew him. -Aye. Well, he wrote down all the names and even the addresses of all the people he met. But all he ever did was write whimsical little observations on them for his own amusement. If I could only get some of them together, eh? Well, you tell them you expect some payment for your knowledge. Anything they could bring. Where should I tell them to come to? Railway station? You could get to it by the old tracks or along the river. And you tell them to be there Friday after we get back. Why Friday? Good a day as any for market day, isn't it?
(LAUGHING) (ENGINE WHIRRING) BILL: Hey! CHARLES: Hey! Come back here! -What was that on the roof? -It's methane. They run a car on it? I know someone who could. If he had the right equipment, if it was him. AGNES: Greg? It can't have been. I didn't see who was driving. But he'd have stopped. Well, whoever it was, I'd like to have had a talk to him. It's just association. Car, methane, Greg. What would Greg be doing here? Well, you said he was interested in this place when he came with you, you told me so yourself. He'd have come to find us. He doesn't know we're here. So Jenny stayed with Alice, did she? Aye, so she wouldn't be lonely. -What did Bill say about the calves? -Oh. With a little luck, we may save some of them. He's dosing them now, him and Hubert.
-Did you get the bull back? -No. No Steve and Owen, either. There it is. Well, he won't get far with that thing around his neck. As long as he's not tethered to anything he won't strangle himself. They must have been disturbed, or they'd have ridden off or tethered it properly. Well, I think they went that way. The undergrowth's trampled. Whoa. What were they trying to do, take a train? (CHARLES SIGHS) Well, there's no evidence that they came here at all, except for that track we think they followed. And something else. CHARLES: Aha! Thank you. You know, I came through here the other day. Brod's carriages are down that way, but there's no track that way for 20 miles. But where did they go? They leave the bull, their horses, their crossbows, why? (LAUGHS) Perhaps they heard a car. They'd drop everything then and go off towards the sound. -Greg? -If it was him in the car. But the boys have been gone four days. CHARLES: Hmm. It was four days ago that Jenny and I heard it.
All the flowers here are to do with his pharmacy. You know, I reckon I'd have been a grass widow with Bill even in the old world. Gardening, fishing. Can't you just see him? How do you protect yourself? I mean, you've got the river one side, but what's the other? Barbed wire. We found it in an army camp. Nothing can ever get in here. You'd like wild dogs for company? No, just the odd neighbour to drop in once in a while. Only other person I ever see at all is an old lady, the other side. Take the children to see sometimes. Still, I can't complain. My Harry would never have managed. Lifting his arm in the pub's about all he ever did in his spare time. Mind you, he took me with him sometimes. Saturday nights in the pub. Never see those days again, will we? -CHARLES: Alice! Jenny! -They're back! We kept telling ourselves you couldn't possibly be back in six days and you made it in five. Are the cows going to be all right? Well, some, maybe. It's a bit early to tell. Hello, love. -What's for supper? -You and your stomach.
Edith's given us enough cheese to live on for a year. Well, at least he's treated them. There's nothing more he can do. Well, we must move on, then. Steve and Owen have gone. Ah, well, that's not going to stop us. I'll take one of those. (CHARLES GRUNTING) Jenny, there's some other news as well. Past you? Greg? -And you let him drive away? -Now, it may not have been him. -But if it was, he'll be back. -Why? Why do you say that? Because that's the second time that car's been there. Oh, to think I was there myself the first time. So close. Look, if he's as interested in that railway as I think he is, I know where he might be now. He'll be up at that coal seam in Dovedale. They talked about him there. They said he was interested in getting a national system going. Well, now, listen. We're a lot nearer here than we were at Edith's farm. So no time's been wasted. We'll go there tomorrow. -You can't. -JENNY:
We must. It means going upriver till you reach Sanders' farm, across his land, past Fenton's place, right through the rabies country. But you said it was under control now. As long as Charles isn't seen there again. I mean, you know he hasn't got it. Well, I wouldn't bank on them assuming that. They'll shoot on sight. (SIGHS) If Greg is at that coal seam... I'll take you, Jenny. It'll give me a chance to tell everyone I can about your cunning scheme to get them to the station. Station? What station? I'll take the kids as well, Alice. Leave them with Mrs Judd for a few days. Then you can go downriver with Charles and we'll all meet again on market day. Market? ALICE: Do you think they'll come? Oh, if Bill has convinced them that you really intend to leave, oh, yes, they'll come. It's a mighty long way from some of those small holdings. Well, it doesn't matter if only four or five of them turn up, as long as we make a start, establish a bridgehead. As long as they promise to come once a week. Just to barter? No, no, no. Market day was always more than that. It's where you came to catch up on the gossip, have a few beers, where you met your friends. That's what all this is about, isn't it? Making friends. Charles, look up there. Morning!
My name's Charles Vaughan. Be careful of him, Charles. -Are you going to the station? -Where's your gun? I haven't got one. (CHARLES SIGHS) Well, at least we've got one customer. CHARLES: More than one. (HENS CLUCKING) -Where are we supposed to put all this? -Well, down there. Good morning. EDITH: Here's Charles and Alice. -It's nice to see you. -It's nice to see you. Hey, you. You without a gun. Where have you come from? I'm staying with Mrs Walter about five miles down the river. You came from upstream. Mrs Walter has a farm, a dairy herd, sheep too, and a mill in good working order. I hope Bill gets here soon. If that man's from the Dales, he might recognise me. Well, at least they're coming. (HUMMING) EDITH: Morning. (CONTINUES HUMMING)
(CHUCKLES) (SIGHS) Where's Agnes? Well, she's got it. -She's got what? -EDITH: She's all right. She's just not feeling up to it. So, I thought I'd come instead. (HENS CLUCKING) Good morning. -Waiting for Bill Sheridan? -Maybe. Going away, he said. -Where? -Ask him that, hadn't you? (MUMBLES PLAYFULLY) I was going to have the old sow put down last week but Bill gave her something and she was right as rain after that. My little girl nearly poisoned herself on some berries. She would have done if Bill hadn't known what to do. Where do you live? Why do you want to know that? Just friendly. Caravan, haven't you? Best keep where you live to yourself these days. What are you afraid of? You've got a gun. -Who hasn't? -He hasn't. And there's a fellow going about with rabies, I'm told.
WOMAN: Rabies? Aye, they were looking for him up in Dovedale but he got away. -You from Dovedale? -No, are you? How do you know about rabies, then? A man called Sanders told me. He and his friends have a lot of grain. They came south looking for a mill they'd heard about. Edith Walters, here! Well, you must tell them about it. He could send his grain down by boat and I could mill it. We could store the flour here on the station, enough for the whole region. You mean, we might make our own flour? What do you do at the moment? Do you grow it yourself or do you pick it wild? -I do. -Yes, so do we, at present. Sanders could save everyone the trouble. Why would he want to? For what you could give him in return. Such as? All Sanders wants are plough shears. And who can make those? -My sons could. -From what? Where will you get the iron to work from? The place is full of scrap iron. What we need is grain, if we can get the trains running. -(SCOFFS) Listen to him.
-Well, they've got one up in Dovedale. So you have been up there? If Charles had rabies, he'd have been dead by now. -Bill will tell you. -Bill's not here and I'm beginning to wonder if he's coming. Ah, maybe something's happened to him. -No. -You can't know. He said he'd give us his medicines or at least show us how to make them. He said we could do it ourselves if we learnt about it. I was going to give him this honey. It's all I've got that he might not have himself. I've left the child locked up in the caravan and if he's not going to come after all... -You make honey? -I came across the hives. Me father was a beekeeper, so I've got plenty of honey, -if nothing else. -But honey's as good as sugar. You can sweeten anything with honey. How much have you got? You'd be prepared to offer a piglet in exchange? That was for Bill, but if he ain't going to turn up... Who else keeps pigs? Do you keep pigs? Good for the ground, if nothing else. Not bad for eating, either. They take a lot of getting through when there's only two of you. Aye, if we'd had more salt we could turn it into bacon. But we'll never get enough of that around here. Why not?
We used to get it in bulk from brine pits up near Chester. In the meantime, if we all took it in turns to bring a pig to market once a week... -Market! -...slaughter it here on the platform, divide it up amongst those who want some. And if I supply the cheese. We've all got cheese, Mrs Walter. I've only got a goat and the cheese I get from that. Oh, I'm very partial to a bit of goat cheese. Here, how's that? Well, Edith. We may have to concentrate on the sheep. We might have to, anyway, but let our friend with the gun here look after the cattle. I'm not keeping cows for the whole neighbourhood. No, not even for fresh pork when you want it? Or flour or wool or honey? What's going on around here? Some kind of trick's been played on us, I reckon and you're the one behind it. (CAR HORN HONKING) ALICE: It's Bill and Jenny ! A trick has been played, of sorts. You're the man Sanders told us to look out for, the one with rabies. I reckoned that as soon as I set eyes on you. Take care, Charles. What trick? Look, it was the only thing I could think of that would get you all here. I must say, I would have preferred it if there had been more of you. But to be tricked? Look, you'll be pleased to know that Bill isn't going to leave you after all. WOMAN:
Do you mean we've come all this way for nothing? Just so you could tell us how to run our lives, eh? If you don't start trading with each other, you won't meet. And if you don't meet, you won't have any kind of society at all. Society? Have you none of you ever thought of having a school for your children? You could have that once a week on market day, here in the station. You can use the station waiting room. But where would we get books? Aye, and pen and ink? Papers to write on? Reading and writing isn't your first priority, although when we come to it, Edith here used to be a teacher. We all of us have invaluable skills to pass on. -What did you do before the plague? -A bricklayer. But who'll need bricks again? Build houses where we can be safe and together, then you will need bricks. How do we get mortar? But they've got lime at Winterton to make cement, and a brickyard. And a man who hopes you can supply him with enough wood pulp from here to make paper. -Did you find Greg? -And there's coal at Dovedale... We've timber enough to burn here. ...to drive a train that will bring you lime... (TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING) ...and methane gas, and salt, and anything else you want, as long as you've plenty to send back. The railway at Dovedale runs out of track this end but at the other it joins up with the main line. It does that way too, where both carriages are. It's a long roundtrip, of course, and all the points had to be set back before they left. It took Greg weeks to check it out. Is that what he was doing? He got back to Dovedale the day after you left, with two girls he found at Winterton.
It was the girls, not Greg in that car. Greg sent them to check out this end but the car broke down. Steve and Owen rode up and helped them fix it and then they drove back again. EDITH: Steve! Steve, Owen, what happened? Don't ask me, Mother, ask the driver. There. Tom! Tom! Hello, Mother. -But where's Greg? -Ask Tom. Greg left him in charge before we got there. Oh, Jenny. So he'll be on his way back, then? No, he's not. Some children were ill. He's gone up north somewhere looking for a doctor. Why don't we give up the cottage and come and live down here, Bill? The children would love it. All this coming and going. Live in a railway yard? Be just like the Portobello Road one day, I wouldn't wonder. Neither would I. Well, we're on our way. Nothing much to keep us here now. No, you're right. Jenny. Which way, guvnor?
North, I think. Well, if this is going to be the start of an important market town, we'd better catch Greg before he sets off to the capital. Come on. I sent you a book of mine, about, oh, six weeks ago. It's called Walton's Mountain, and I haven't heard anything at all. Ma'am, I spent five years of my life working on this book. I've come all the way from Virginia just to check up on the manuscript. For all I know, it might even be lost. Make an outline right around his hoof. Grandpa, what you up to? I'm doing detective work, and I am not "Grandpa." Please address me as "My dear Watson," beloved assistant to Jessica, Girl Spy. It came as a coincidence that, just as I finally completed my first novel, Elizabeth, for the first time, became enthralled with a book. I wondered if what I had written would ever be published and read half so avidly. - Ike? - I don't have anything for you. But you know, I could set my watch by you. No more than this pouch shows up and presto, there you are. Don't make any jokes. You know I'm waiting to hear about the book. What happens if they don't like it? I don't want to think about that. Are you sure there's nothing here for me? I said there's nothing for you. Stop messing around with it. This is United States Government property, and I'm the only one authorized to touch it. Not even Corabeth.
Well, at least they haven't sent it back yet. What's the matter with Elizabeth? She hasn't said a word since she come in here. She's not likely to, unless it's "The jig's up," or something like that. She's been reading that Jessica, Girl Spy book over and over again. I think I recognize one of these men. - Which one? - That one. Ike, her imagination's racing again. Come on, honey. Oh. It's just kids' stuff. Jessica, Girl Spy is not just kids' stuff. Well, if you wanted to turn him in, who would you turn him in to? Ep Bridges? J. Edgar Hoover. Still reading that dumb book? I think it's wonderful, Jim-Bob. It's the first time she's ever been caught up in a book. Yeah, but who ever heard of a girl spy? Now, you just stop teasing your sister. When did you last read a book? We, by Charles A. Lindbergh. And how many times did you read it? A few hundred. Well, at least my book was real. I saved some supper for you. Mama, I don't want to eat. I'm not hungry. - No word yet?
- Nope. Nothing. - John-Boy? - What? How would you write a letter to a person like Edith Catherine Herbert? Uh, well, you'd probably send it to her publisher. Here. Right there. See? There's the publisher and there's the address. You send it to them. It says, "Edith Catherine Herbert lives in New York with her mother." Think it'd be all right? - Sure. Why not? - I think I will. I'll look it over for you, if you like. Nobody's gonna see my letter to the best writer in the whole world. John-Boy? Maybe someday someone will write you a letter. Sorry, John-Boy. You must be getting nervous, eh? Me? No. I'm not in the least bit nervous. I wasn't even gonna ask if there was anything for me. I just came down here to mail this letter for Elizabeth, that's all. Well... Sure hope this doesn't get lost, like your book probably did. What?
Lost? I mean, do you think it could have been lost? Oh, my God! I should have delivered it in person! How could it be lost? I mean, after all, it's been quite a while. It might be in the dead-letter office or something. And I hold myself responsible, because, after all, I work for the post office, and I feel responsible, just like a letter carrier. You know, through the rain and the... Erin? Erin, I want you to place a long-distance call to Miss Belle Becker, at Hastings House in New York City. New York? I've never called New York before. Well, you do it, just like you do any other call. You call Information and you get the number. Okay? And charge it to Ike's store. - Hey, wait! - I'll pay on this end. I can only wait so long, Ike. This came special delivery for you, Miss Maddocks. - Thank you, Tommy. - You're welcome. Would you hold, please? I have another call. Reception, Miss Maddocks. Hello, my name is John Walton, Jr. I sent Belle Becker a manuscript of my novel, and I haven't heard anything yet. When did you mail your manuscript to us, Mr. Walton? At least six weeks ago.
Well, sometimes manuscripts have to wait for three to four months for a reading. Well, that's barbaric! I'm sure you'll be notified in due time. All I can ask is that you be patient. Who is it? May I come in? Come on in, son. I gotta go to New York. I gotta go find out about my book. I mean, I feel like my whole life is hanging in the balance. I don't know where it is! It could be lying out there in the rain somewhere. For all I know, it never even got to the publishers, and it's driving me crazy! Everything is all set here. All Ben has to do is run the newspaper off, and... I've made all the arrangements. The bus leaves Rockfish at 8:00 in the morning. Am I making any sense? Are writers supposed to make sense? Well, we're supposed to try. You better get some rest. - I'll see you in the morning. - All right, son. - Here's something to eat on the bus. - Thank you. - Hey, John-Boy, you look great! - Look at him! Good luck! Jim-Bob! Come over here and say goodbye to your brother!
Thank you, Ben. Okay, Daddy. - John-Boy! - Yeah? Remember to find out if Edith Catherine Herbert has any new books out, - all right? - All right. John-Boy, my car ought to be fixed by the time you get back. - And if she does, where I can get them. - I'll look into it, Elizabeth. - John-Boy, did you hear me about my car? - Yeah, good going, Jim-Bob! It's Jim. Where did we go wrong naming our children? Don't worry about the papers. I'll take care of them, okay? And don't forget to call us on the telephone. - I'll call, I'll call. - Don't take any wooden nickels! All right, Grandpa. Don't buy the Brooklyn Bridge! All right, everybody, stand back. Good-bye. Bye, Mama! Good-bye! Have fun, y'all! Bye! You know, I'll bet every one of those criminals on Ike's poster are in New York, right now, waiting for some innocent person to come along. I know Mr. Sanford wants to talk to you, but he's been in meetings all day long.
I'm sorry, Mr. Benchley, but this is not a good time to interrupt him. You know how Fridays are. Everyone wants to get out of the city. You are welcome, Mr. Benchley. Yes? Was that Robert Benchley? May I help you? Yes, ma'am. My name is John Walton, Jr., and I called from Virginia the other day, and I spoke to somebody here about my manuscript. It's called Walton's Mountain? I'm the somebody you talked to. And if I'm not mistaken, I advised you to wait a while. Yes, well, maybe I'd better speak with Miss Becker herself. After all, I did mail it directly to her. That's not quite the way it's done. It was unsolicited? In which case, it was probably sent to an assistant editor for a preliminary reading. Well, if I could just be sure it wasn't lost, ma'am, I... - Even that has been known to happen. - I don't know why it should happen. I mean, I mailed it to Miss Becker. - I don't see why she shouldn't get it... - Mr. Walton... Did I hear my name mentioned? - Miss Becker, John Walton, Jr. - Am I glad to see you. Ma'am, I've come here to find out about the manuscript I sent to you six weeks ago. It's called Walton's Mountain, and I haven't heard anything at all. I've explained we get hundreds of submissions like this.
Ma'am, I spent five years of my life working on this book. I've come all the way from Virginia just to check up on the manuscript. For all I know, it might even be lost. Well, I had planned to be out of the city before the rush, but... - Come with me. - Thank you. Just a moment. Thank you. Over there is a slush pile of unsolicited manuscripts, which will someday be read. See why it takes so long? Slush pile, huh? May I? Sure. I don't see it. Wait a minute. That's it. That's it, right there. What do I do with it now? Would you like to sit down and tell me about it? Yes, ma'am, I would. Thank you. Most of what's in here is the truth. I mean, I fictionalized parts of it, but most of it really happened. It's about my family and me. Start with you. Well, I've always wanted to write. I can't ever remember wanting to do anything else. As far back as I can remember, I always kept a journal, with my thoughts and feelings about things, and... But because I felt that no one would understand that, I always kept it a secret.
And then one Christmas Eve, my mother found out. I don't understand you. Hiding things under a mattress. Is it something you're ashamed of? What's in that tablet, Mama? All my secret thoughts, how I feel, and what I think about. About what it's like, late at night, to hear a whippoorwill call and hear its mate call back, or just watching the water go by in the creek, and knowing someday it'll reach the ocean. Wondering if I'll ever see an ocean, and what a wonder that would be. You know, Mama, sometimes I hike on over to the highway, and I just sit and watch the buses go by and the people in them, and I'm wondering what they're like, and what they say to each other, and where they're bound for. Things stay in my mind, Mama. I can't forget anything. And it all gets bottled up in here, and sometimes I feel like a crazy man. I can't rest or sleep or anything, till I just rush off up here and write it down in that tablet. Sometimes I think I really am crazy. I do vow. If things had been different, Mama, reckon I could've done something with my life. You will, John-Boy. You have a promising future. See, in families like mine, as soon as he's able to, the oldest boy is supposed to go to work, as soon as he can, to help support the rest of the family. Now, I fully intended to do that, and I thought that my father expected that of me. But on that same Christmas Eve, I found out that my father knew all along about my writing. He'd been working in Waynesboro that year, and he had a hard time getting home that night. But when he finally did, there were presents for everybody. Open yours, son. Okay. I don't know how it got way up to the North Pole you wanted to be a writer. Well, I guess he must be a right smart man. I don't know much about the writing trade, son, but if that's what you want to take up, give it all you got.
Yes, sir, Daddy. After that, I wrote whenever I could make the time. Short stories, poems, scenes, but I was foundering, I didn't have any direction. And then, one day, I showed one of my short stories to someone for the first time. Aside from the grammar part, though, what do you think? I find it very moving. It's a wonderful story. - You really believed it? - Every word. Well, what do you know about that? And the characters of the mother and father are... Especially fine. Well, I guess you know where I got my inspiration for them. What are you going to do with your story now? I don't know. What do you think I ought to do with it? I think you ought to try to submit it to a magazine. Try to get it published. Just like a real writer. You're a real writer. Young and inexperienced, but the talent is there. The gift is there. Something totally your own. Something to guard, to treasure, and to use. Thank you. - I sure appreciate you reading it for me. - Thank you! One of my best influences was my teacher, Rosemary Hunter. And one of the most unexpected, my own grandmother.
My family were storytellers, and long before we had luxuries, like electric light and radio and all this modernisms, why, we used to sit around the fireplace at night, and each one of us would take turns at telling stories. Ghost stories, witch stories, long-ago stories of Indians and wars, and things that happened in the history of our family. And I've kept them. And now, they're mellow in my mind and ready to tell again. You know, Miss Hunter told me that the talent of being a writer was a gift. Now I know where that gift comes from. Now, all those stories I remember, I'll tell them to you, John-Boy, and that will be my inheritance to you. Grandma, I cherish you. And I you, boy. - Good night. - Good night. By chance, a professional writer came to the mountain. A. J. Covington. Moral stories are out of style, John-Boy, but then so am I. But my story has a moral. Don't waste your life searching for the one big story you were born to write. Write the little stories. Who knows, the sum total of them may be the big one. Write about Walton's Mountain. Your feelings about your family and this place. Just the way you've been doing. Write about how it is to be young and confused and poor. Groping, but supported by a strong father and a loving mother, surrounded by brothers and sisters that pester you and irritate you, but care about you. Try to capture that in words, John-Boy. It's as big a challenge as the Klondike or the white whale, or flying the Atlantic Ocean alone. It was too big for me, but I think you just might be up to it. Reading these should keep me out of trouble over the weekend. When I get to yours, I'll write you. Ma'am, do you think that if I stayed over till Monday, you might be able to read it?
- I'll give you an answer Monday. - Thank you very much. How's it coming along, Jim-Bob? - I'm almost finished. - Looks great! Stand still. Hold your horses, you old mule. Come on, go ahead, there. Make an outline right around his hoof. There you go. What're you doing, Elizabeth? Jessica. Can't you ever remember? Oh, I can remember it, when I want to. - Grandpa, what y'all doing? - Detective work, and I am not "Grandpa." Please address me as "My dear Watson," beloved assistant to Jessica, Girl Spy. Okay, Watson and Girl Spy, what are you all doing? - Taking Blue's hoofprints. - Hoofprints? You were just doing everyone's fingerprints. Now you're doing hoofprints? Don't you care if Blue gets stolen? Well, of course I care! But who's going to steal an old mule? Jessica, Girl Spy will know and will track down those mule thieves. And that's why we're taking Blue's hoofprints, Chance's, and Myrtle's. - Elizabeth, you're crazy! - Hey!
Jessica! "Jessica." "My dear Watson." Ike said he hasn't heard a word from John-Boy. John-Boy promised he'd call the moment he arrived. Oh, don't worry, Ben, New York's a big place. Take a while for him to get settled down. There must be telephones all around. I know what happened to John-Boy. He's been kidnapped! Erin? Yeah. Get John-Boy on the line. You know, when John-Boy called, he reversed the charges. He's probably run out of money. I hope he bought a round-trip ticket. I wouldn't want him to get stuck up there. She's ringing! - Daddy, can I stay on the line? - Yeah, honey. - Hello. - Hi, John-Boy. Have you walked the Great White Way? And are the buildings as tall as people say? Uh, honey? Erin? Here's Daddy. Hello, son, how are you? Listen, I'm sorry about calling collect, but I'm going to have to stay through Monday, and I'm running kind of short on money. New York's kind of a rough place without money.
I want to talk to him. I don't care how much it costs! Speak up, son, your mother's on the line. - John-Boy, you all right? - I'm fine, Mama. Did you find your novel? Yeah, well, that's just it. See, I found it, but the lady editor hasn't read it yet. She's promised to read it over the weekend, so I really can't leave town till I hear word from her, one way or the other. You sound kind of down, son. Well, I'm not going to like the idea of waiting. Especially all weekend. You've worked too long and too hard on that novel for them to turn you down. I hope you're right. Now, remember, son, if they don't publish it, you always got the newspaper back here. Well, say hello to everybody. I don't want to run the bill up any more. We love you, John-Boy. Good luck! I love you all. Bye, John-Boy, got to go. My board's all lighted up. Bye-bye, Erin. Listen, son, I could send you a few dollars, but I don't think the mail would reach you in time. Oh, that's all right, don't worry about it. I'm just gonna have to watch my budget, that's all. What are you gonna do in New York without any money? Well, I'll just see the city, I guess. I've got enough money for subways and ferries. I thought maybe I'd try to look up Daisy.
Remember Daisy Garner? She was the girl I danced with in that marathon in Scottsville? Yeah, I remember. Well, she wrote to me once. She sent me her address. Well, take care of yourself, son. I will. Bye, now. Love from all of us. All right. Love to everybody there. Bye-bye. Boy, it sure would be fun to spend a few days in New York. New York's a tough town when you're a stranger. Surely they have churches there. He could find somebody in a church. They got everything in New York. Taxi! Taxi! Ma'am, do you know if Daisy Garner is here? I was told she works here. Daisy? She's around here somewhere. That's Daisy, dancing with the tall, gray-haired man. Oh, yeah. Thank you. Mister? You buy your tickets here. But I... All right, I'll have one.
Thank you. Daisy? You been in any marathons lately? John Walton. It's you! How are you? Not as bad as it looks. You know I had a feeling you would turn up in New York one of these days. - Really? - Are you still a writer? Oh, yeah. Well, that's why I'm here. I'm waiting to hear if they're going to publish my book or not. You finished it! I finished it! I'm waiting to hear from Hastings House, if they're going to publish it or not. Daisy, I've been just walking and walking around, and you're the first familiar face I've seen out of six million. You have this dance. Oh, how nice. Is this familiar? Yeah. I can't tell you how good it is to see you. You, too! Is this your first time in New York? The very first time. Oh, well, welcome to the magic city. This is where everything happens, John. It's where you really, really, really begin to live. Well, don't look at this place! This is where I earn my living.
And I can take off when I want to, which is important because I'm a dancer. No, I'm a real, real dancer. I've been in two musicals so far. - Oh! - Yes. And tomorrow... Tomorrow I'm in the final auditions for a wonderful, wonderful new show. A speaking part this time. - Speaking part, huh? - Yes. Well, I'll tell you, if enthusiasm gets it done, then you got a good chance. I hope so! It's all here, John. It's a city just boiling over with life. Have you seen it? Have you really, really seen it? - Truth? - Yeah. I've been too busy, thinking about myself and my book. No, I haven't seen it. I haven't seen any of it. Well, if you're the same John Walton I knew, with your imagination, with your dreams, you're gonna love New York. At what time do you get off? Around 11:00. Will I see you? Well, I'd dance with you all night, but I don't have enough dimes. So I'll be downstairs. All right, I'll be waiting for you. Dear Lord, we ask thy blessing on this house and on this food, and we especially ask that you watch over John-Boy in New York City. Amen.
- Amen. - Ah, women. Mama, is kissing at the table good manners? I don't think anybody minds. Well, I wish they wouldn't do it in public. Sorry, Jim-Bob. Your hair looks nice, Mary Ellen. Thanks, Mama. Mary Ellen, you sure have changed since you got married. Seems like only yesterday she was running around the school yard playing baseball, catching bullfrogs and fighting. Now she just gets into fights at home. Do you two really fight? Once a week. John, you were there. What do you think John-Boy's doing now? I don't know. Things have changed up there. I know! I know! You know. You know. You know what? Uh-oh, Jessica, Girl Spy strikes again! Daddy, is it dark in New York? It's dark right about now, yeah. I can see John-Boy walking along a dark river. That's right. I can hear them tug boats now, down by the river. And he just happens to see this big black car pull up and stop. And then these men in black hats and black overcoats get out.
They take out a cement coffin with a body in it. Where does this child learn such things? On the radio, and it's just getting good! And then they dump it in the river. John-Boy sees them. They see John-Boy. They corner John-Boy with guns! He jumps in the river! They shoot at him. They jump in the river after him! Either that just happened, or... Jessica, how about some more goulash? Oh, yes, thank you. It's very good. Another disastrous thing that could be happening to John-Boy, this very moment... Come on, now, have some milk, honey, that's enough. Well, here it is. Someday people are going to be paying money to see you in there. Oh, I can't believe it. How do you feel? I am so nervous! No, you're going to be just fine. You're going to do just great. Knees, knocking together! How do you think I feel? This is it. I hope you get the part. I really do. Good luck to you, too, John. Thank you.
I don't really feel like we're saying good-bye. You'll be back. I'll see you. Here goes. Are you reading, Miss Becker? I sure hope you are. New York City. Good Lord! I wonder what you felt, Daddy. Home from France, and Uncle Ben left back there in an unmarked grave. Was it Mama you were thinking of? Or me, a baby? I wonder if you could have known then that you'd come back to Walton's Mountain to chop wood. Well, I'm here, Daddy, and you were here, and time has passed, and I'm a man now, and I'm going on a journey of my own. Yes? I'm sorry to disturb you, but I'm looking for Edith Catherine Herbert. - Were you a friend? - Not really. I'm Edith's mother. She died nearly two months ago. Oh, my goodness. I'm sorry. - Why were you looking for her? - Oh, well... I was just on an errand for my sister Elizabeth. Oh? And who might you be, brother of Elizabeth? My name is John Walton, Jr., ma'am. I'm from Virginia. You see, my sister is all wrapped up in that book that your daughter wrote.
She practically lives the life of Jessica, Girl Spy. - Won't you come in? - Thank you. My sister asked me to check in the bookstores for anything else that your daughter had written, but I couldn't find anything in print. Oh, well... This is the book my daughter was working on when she died. My sister also wrote your daughter a letter. I'm wondering if you ever received it. Oh, wait. Wait. That's her handwriting. "I never liked books. "Mostly I like being up in the mountains with my grandfather. "Once we fell in a beaver pond and swam with the beavers, and they were wild. "Then I read your book, Jessica, Girl Spy. "When I go to bed at night, I dream I am Jessica. "And when I wake up in the morning, "I am Jessica." Won't even answer to her right name anymore. "My brother is a writer, too. "But he writes about us, not about real people like you. "He is a bigshot and writes a newspaper, "but he's all right, and listens when he isn't too busy. "Your book has changed my life, and I hope you will "never stop. "Thank you for reading my letter. "Love, Jessica Elizabeth Walton, Walton's Mountain, Virginia, "not far from Rockfish." She's 12 years old, and she's small for her age. She's got beautiful, beautiful red hair, and a kind of impish face.
She's full of surprises. A wonderful girl. Well, I should like to do something special for Elizabeth. Here's a copy of Jessica, Girl Spy, autographed by Edith. Oh, she'll treasure that. And here's a page in Edith's own handwriting, from her unfinished manuscript. Oh! Oh, no, that's too kind, ma'am. I... For Elizabeth. I miss the company of writers. Tell me what you're working on now. Well, it's my first novel. Actually, I've finished, finished the novel, and I'm in New York, waiting to hear whether Hastings House is gonna publish it. Hastings House? You could almost say it's my second novel, because I finished it over a year ago, but I had to rewrite every page because the manuscript was burned up when our house caught on fire. I'm coming! It's useless. I've tried and tried to rewrite the first page of my novel, the first paragraph, the first sentence. It always comes out the same. Flat, empty. I feel as if there was a band of steel, twisted, tied inside me, shutting off the flow of words and feelings. Somehow I have to find an answer for that feeling. When something's wrong, I want to turn my back on it and walk away. That's just how I feel about my book. But I found out what was wrong. I was trying to rebuild this house exactly like it was before. Well, you can't do it. You just can't get back that same excitement. No, I'm not the same man that built this.
I can't get the same materials. I just got to get a roof over our heads. That's true. Point is, there's a job to be done. You're a better man than I am. I was on the point of giving up, but I knew that if I was ever gonna write again, I had to do it right then and there, so... I took a tablet, and I walked out in the middle of the woods and I sat down, and sure enough... I don't know how, but the words just started to come back. "The dull and heat-laden days of August vanished in a rainstorm, "and September dawned, bright and sparkling and sunny. "The foliage began to turn, "lemon-yellow, watermelon-red, russet and gold and bronze. "The woods were afire with color, "but clean and chilled by an autumn wind." And so, I'm in New York City, just waiting to hear. Oh, my dear boy, I'm so glad you came by. I do wish you well. Thank you. Tommy, take these to Editorial, - and this to the mailroom. - Yes, ma'am. - Miss Maddocks? - Well, good morning, Mr. Walton. Good morning. Miss Becker is in, isn't she? She is in. Belle, Mr. Walton is here. - Won't you have a seat? - Thank you.
Good morning, Hastings House. Yes, I'll ring him, Mr. Adams. Franklin P. Adams? Franklin P. Adams. Ma'am. Won't you come in, Mr. Walton? Thank you, ma'am. Jim-Bob! Jim-Bob! I can't believe you got this old wreck to running! It's not an old wreck if it runs, is it? No, I guess not. Oh, you gotta see, Daddy got me some license plates. Look at that. Well! How about that? Jim-Bob got his own car. - What do you think? - I think it's great. Now, you choke and I'll crank. All right. I'll choke and you crank. - All right, you ready? - Nope. Just a second. All right. Jim-Bob, that's great! Okay. Can I honk the horn? All right, let's do this.
They're gonna publish my book! They're gonna publish it! - Congratulations! - Thank you. They love it! They loved it! - They think it's great. - Aw, that's great. They think Walton's Mountain is a great title. And guess what? They gave me an advance on royalties of $150. They want me to write another book. Can you write two books? I can write 100 books if they want me to. When are we gonna get to read this one? Well, they're gonna send me a copy of it. You could read the copy I've got. But you don't want to read it with the spelling mistakes and everything. I want to read it just the way you wrote it. Well, Mama, you know, I wrote you out to be kind of a Baptist in it. That's fine with me! And, Daddy, you appear to be a bit of a heathen from time to time. Where'd you ever get an idea like that? You must be hungry. I bet you haven't had a solid meal since you left home. Well, a home-cooked meal'd be just great. Okay, I'm gonna get my bags, all right? I'll be right in. Did you talk to Edith Catherine Herbert? I got something for you, Elizabeth.
Here you go. But this is Jessica, Girl Spy. I have this one. I wanted her new one. Well, this isn't exactly the same as the one you have. See, this one is personally autographed by Edith Catherine Herbert. Did you see her write it? No, honey, I didn't. Elizabeth, she died a while back. But I did get to see her mama, who got your letter, and she gave me this autographed copy to give to you. So there won't be any more books by her? No. But I got something else for you. This is a page from the manuscript of the book she was working on when she died. It's in her own handwriting. And her mama wanted you to have it. John-Boy, I don't wanna cry, but I feel like I've lost something that was real close to me. Are you all right? I think I'll always miss her. I'm sure you will. Maybe I'll like your book. I hope you do. I really hope you do. I don't know how they get it to work. I don't know how they send enough food in there to feed all those people. And I don't know how they get enough water in there to keep everybody clean. I did a lot of things. I went down to the Statue of Liberty, like you did, and I went to Times Square, and... The greatest thing of all, of course, was walking out of Hastings House with a contract and a copy of my book under my arm. Felt like I was carrying my own baby.
Well, it's not quite the same thing, but I think I know how you feel. Mama? Daddy? Everybody? I'm pregnant. Mary Ellen! We're gonna be uncles! Mary Ellen, you're pregnant! Congratulations! We're gonna be uncles! I declare! This is unbelievable! You're gonna be a great-grandpa! Sometimes it pays to be an old heathen. Isn't that right, Grandma? Are you gonna call him Zebulon, Jr.? Uh, excuse me, excuse... Who's the father of this child, anyway? - Congratulations! - Congratulations! It's getting chilly. Winter is a-coming on. Wild geese'll be flying south, any day now. John-Boy, you're awful quiet tonight. I got a lot on my mind. Nothing's ever stirred me up in my whole life like seeing that city for the first time. I reckon, if you were born there, you might take it for granted. But being a country boy, it's a love affair right from the start. Just being on that island gave me such a feeling of promise and adventure, like the wildest things I ever dreamed in my whole life could happen.
There's a hotel called The Algonquin, and that's where a lot of real great writers get together. I stood across the street from it for a long time. And I'm not sure, but I think I saw Dorothy Parker and Robert Benchley come out and get into a taxicab. It's the same sky looking down on Times Square, but it seems like a whole different world to me. Well, now. How do you young folks feel about your first-born flying the coop? I don't think we'd get him to stay, Pa, even if we tried. I've been meaning to... There's no need to, son. Guess I'd better get busy darning your socks. I don't think there's a one of them that doesn't have a hole in it. Well, don't forget your way home, son. I never will. I did leave Walton's Mountain to live and work in New York City. I wrote more novels and raised a family of my own. Today, we live in California, but no matter where I am, the call of a night bird, the rumble of a train crossing a trestle, the scent of crabapple, the lowing of a sleepy cow, can call me home again. In memory, I stand before that small white house, and I can still hear those sweet voices. Goodnight, Mama. Good night, Ben. Good night, Jim-Bob. Good night, Mama. Good night, Erin. Good night, Jim-Bob. Good night, Grandpa. Good night, Erin. Good night, Jason. Good night, Grandpa. Good night, Daddy. Good night, Jason.
Good night, Elizabeth. Good night, Daddy. Goodnight, John-Boy. Good night, everybody. I love you. English 'Moonbase Alpha status report, '2,515 days since leaving Earth's orbit. Dr Helena Russell recording. 'Commander Koenig has not responded to treatment 'since becoming irrational and crashing his Eagle. 'It is possible that the use of the cerebral wave machine 'has worsened his condition. 'He reacted psychotically to the arrival of a rescue party from Earth 'and remains convinced that it's appearance is sinister 'and that evil forces are at work.' - John, darling. - Stay away from me! John, this is my brother Guido. Tony... Alan... Maya, what's the matter with YOU? ! 'He refuses to believe they are friends from Earth 'and insists that they are monsters determined to kill him 'because he's the only one who stands in their way.' Why won't you listen to me? You're all blind! 'The Commander remains in the Medical Centre 'where my old teacher, Dr Shaw, 'has promised to check on his condition. 'I feel helpless and frustrated because I can't free John 'of the delusion that there is a plot to kill him.' No! Dr Shaw, what's your opinion? His vital signs are very erratic. This could be causing his mental instability. - If there's anything more I can do. - I'll ask, thank you.
All right, Maya, let's see if he'll respond. John... John? John, Maya's here. She has something to show you. It's a recording. That's the pilot ship. That's an Eagle. (Ehrlich) 'I can see Earth. 'It's blue and beautiful and we're getting closer by the minute.' They're in an Eagle. Why can't you accept what we all tell you? Maya, what do you see out there in the Command Centre? People from Earth. Oh, I was hoping... I thought your different brain structure would have resisted their telepathic control. Whose telepathic control? Maya, when you look, you see people from Earth. When I look... I see monsters from a different dimension. One of us is wrong. Will you accept that it could be you? Well, that would mean, of course, that everyone else is wrong. I'm the only one on this base who is hooked up to that machine. Either the machine has distorted your consciousness... Or protected it. Telepathic control... 'It's...possible. 'I find it odd that everyone from Earth is somebody's friend. 'It's against probability.'
(Koenig) 'That's because everyone is out of someone's memory.' (Maya) 'Yes, they could have tapped everyone's mind 'and projected what they needed out of what they found there.' 'It couldn't project strangers as they can't be in our memories.' Wait, Maya sees these people, too, and they can't be in her memory. It is possible that they could project images from other people's minds into my mind. If they have control over our minds, why are they letting us have this conversation? Perhaps it's for a purpose. Maybe they have to be present to control. (Helena) 'Ben did say that he knew Sandstrom was trying to kill you 'but he couldn't do anything about it. 'When Alan took Louisa away from him, he regained control of himself.' (Maya) 'And in the records lab - Kander - they took him over... 'controlled his mind. 'He must have made a discovery which threatened them. 'He didn't go berserk - they made him release the oxygen 'causing the explosion which killed him. 'If only we knew what it was that he'd found out.' We've been in space for months, in Earth time that's generations. If they are from Earth, they'd be hundreds of years older than us. That should have occurred to me. But they wouldn't let it. They haven't been able to control my mind because... I was hooked to that machine. There may be no causal effect but...it is a tenable theory. Helena... please, unstrap me. Do we tell Tony? No. Our best weapon is surprise. If we tell Tony, they may probe his mind and take away the one advantage we've got. Maya, would you let Helena give you the same treatment I had? - The brain complex? - Yes. I don't know if she can stand that.
I'm willing. If the Commander's right... It should be me, not Maya. But you can handle the machine, we can't. Helena, if I'm right, there are things Maya can do that you can't. You little beauty! What's the first thing you're gonna do, Joe? Find a golf course where I don't hit a mile. You? Me? Her name's Jeannie. How about you, Jack? Her name's Caroline. She's five years old. She's got her mother's eyes. (Ehrlich) 'San, what would you and Peter like 'as a wedding present from Earth? ' Just to be there. (Carter) 'Look at that weather pattern! It's snowing in California.' Hey! Smile when you say that, man. Maya? Maya? How do you feel? - Normal. - Wait a minute. Well, here we go on the carousel. (Carter) Earth Control, this is Swift Pilot Ship 2. Do you read me?
Do you want me to fly this crate in? 'This is New York Control reading you loud and clear. 'You're locked into the computer, you don't have to do a thing. 'Just sit back and enjoy the ride.' I hear you, Oh, Earthman! Alan Carter to Moonbase Alpha. 'We're now going into Earth orbit then on down for a landing.' Well? Ticking over like a flawless machine, as always. Good. (Koenig) Helena. What do you see out there? Dr Shaw and San's fiance Peter. Maya? Oh! They look like the plasma that forms on some organic matter when it begins to decompose. Boy! Don't they look beautiful? ! You got your historic lines ready? How about, "It's a small step for... - It's been done. - Who said it had to be original? What are you going to say, Alan? Where is the nearest john? That will make the history books! 'This is New York Control. We have you on automatic pilot. 'You're about to touch down in New York.' (Carter) Let's get this luggage into the hotel.
(Bartlett) I hope we get a room with a view. (Ehrlich) Forget the view, I want to get to a telephone. (Carter) In the old days, they used to call this town the Big Apple. Everything going according to plan? Yes, one of them will stay here to prime the domes. I'll send the other two for the nuclear trigger. - What do they want? - There's one way to find out. Oh, I think I know! I really hate to ask you, Maya, but... Oh, they're so... repulsive. If there was any other way... (Koenig) Maya, remember, they know you're a Metamorph, so be careful. We haven't much time. We're beginning to lose energy rapidly. Two aliens have been dispatched for the nuclear trigger. Once they energise it, we will take our fill. All the alien creatures will die. They are of no consequence, they are so ugly. Naturally they are of no consequence. Nevertheless, they will be happy before they die. Which of our number is that? It has our shape, but it is not of our species. Come here! Stop that one! Oh, don't ever ask me to do that again. They had the minds of geniuses and the instincts of vultures. What do they want? They're a species that live on radiation. Radiation?
It's the only kind of energy they can assimilate. What do they want here? Their planet ran out of radiation. They're starving. Unless they get a huge intake soon, they're gonna die. They want our nuclear waste dumps... Wait a minute, that could benefit us. Let's give them our nuclear waste. - It's not that easy. - Why not? They need the intense radiation they will get from blowing up the dumps. Blow up? That would destroy us. They've got control of our minds so that we'll blow them up. Why haven't they blown up the dumps themselves? They have little kinetic energy. They can't handle physical activity. They plan to manipulate us to explode them. How? By making us think we're doing one thing when we're doing another. That's what they did to me in the Eagle. Alan, Bartlett and Ehrlich! That's where they really are. They're still on the surface. And they were flying in an Eagle. I still see the pilot ship. They're at the atomic waste dumps. They're going to detonate them. They can't do that without atomic fuel. (Koenig) There's your atomic fuel.
That's the trigger to blow up the dumps. - They won't do it. - They won't know they're doing it. Computer, lock entrance to atomic fuel store. (Koenig) I've got to get to an Eagle. Hold it, John! Where do you think you're going? Tony, I must have an Eagle. Listen to me. Stay back. Helena... How did he get out of Medical Centre? He just broke loose. Then why didn't you give the alarm? He could've hurt himself and us. I'm sorry, Tony. I'll keep him under restraints. Yeah. You do that. Stay with the commander. Make sure he's taken care of. Coming, Dr Shaw? Helena! Commander! Helena. John. - Alan? - Still in the atomic fuel store. How long would it take to process our people, make all of them immune to the aliens? It would take days, John.
Unless we can break the aliens' hold on our people, I'll never save Alpha. - There may be a way. - What? I sometimes use a sonic anaesthetic. It's called White Noise. It works by blocking nerve pads in the brain. That would obstruct the telepathic input of the aliens. Amplify it and transmit it to all of our people. Let's go. Helena, stay away from those aliens in Command Centre, or they'll take you over again. Make sure these things are set to stun. Let's hope the aliens don't read your mind, Helena. They'll try and use our people to stop us. Hold it! It was set to kill. Don't, Tony! - What's going on here? - Shut up! Helena! (High-pitched whirring) (Grows gradually higher) That's as much as I can give it. What about Alan and the others? Will the sound reach them? They'll get it through their helmets. But it won't be powerful enough if the aliens choose to block it. (Whirring stops) Kill them! No!
They get their power from energy. They've disappeared. Vanished. - We've won. - The atomic fuel store. We haven't stopped them. They're going to Bartlett with the trigger. Tony, Maya. (# Beethoven's 5th Symphony) The aliens know about White Noise. They must be concentrating on Alan, Ehrlich and Bartlett. Where are they getting their strength? All electrical equipment on Alpha emits a minute amount of radiation. They must be getting it from that. Helena, cut all non-essential power, all except communications. Out. - (Tony) I can't see them. - They're there somewhere. Alan, this is Commander Koenig. Do you read me? Alan? 'Alan, are you receiving me? Come in, Alan. Answer, Alan! 'This is Eagle 1 to Alan Carter. Are you receiving? ' (Tony) There, on the left. (Koenig) Switch on scanners. (Tony) There they are!
Alan! Ehrlich! This is Koenig. Do you read me? 'Alan, do you read me? 'Alan, do you read me? Come in, Alan.' - Touch down in front of them. - No, Commander. The terrain is too crumbly, we'd go straight through. - Drop me in front of them. - All right. Maya, prepare to depressurise. (Koenig) 'Decompression complete. Lower away.' Alan, stop! Alan, stop. You don't know what you're doing. Ehrlich, stop him. Ehrlich! Alan, stop! (Maya) 'Decompression complete.' (Tony) All right, now move it, Maya! No, Ehrlich. Ehrlich! Alan, it's me, John. Ehrlich, listen to me. Listen to me! Ehrlich, you don't know what you're doing! Aagh!
(Air hissing) (Air still hissing) (Maya) Commander, Ehrlich's losing air. His pack is punctured. Tony, we've got to get Ehrlich back to Alpha fast. - 'He needs depressurising.' - Coming in now, John. Alan! Alan, wait! Alan! Alan, WAIT! Alan! ALAN! ALAN! (Maya) 'Tony, take him up.' Bartlett, come out here and give me a hand. (Alien) When you're inside, you will seal the door. Maya. Yes, Commander? 'There are aliens everywhere. All over the place.' They can't harm you. They need their energy to control Alan and Bartlett. He can't get through. They've got the door sealed. They have reached the nuclear core. Soon we will have all the radiation we need. He has broken through! It doesn't matter. They will resist him.
- Maya. - 'Yes, Commander? ' How come the aliens are still controlling them? Everything's off. Where are they getting the energy? The human brain generates electrical activity. There may be enough to keep them going at survival level. When people are unconscious, their brain activity is reduced, right? 'Very greatly.' 'Knock everyone out except you and the chief engineer.' Unconscious? - Unconscious. - 'John...' - Don't argue. Can you do it? - Yes, I can, but... Just do it! Out. (Hissing) Alan! Bartlett! It's atomic fuel! You were about to plug it into the core. - We'd have blown up the planet! - Right. You and Alan have been living an illusion! But you've broken the aliens' control. Now help ME! Maya, Bartlett's returned to normal.
'Careful. They're running out of energy. 'The little they have left will be focused on Alan.' Bartlett, they're still controlling him. Alan, it's all right. It's all over. (Alien) Is it? No, that won't help. You learn quickly, John Koenig. - That is hopeful. - Hopeful for whom? Yes, it's true, Bartlett, you have been living in an illusion. But haven't you been happier than you've ever been on Alpha? Living your life reunited with your loved ones, living, as it were, back on Earth. Yes, but it's not real, you've been living a dream. (Alien) Isn't a dream of happiness better than a reality you hate? Bartlett, help me. (Alien) Can you really face growing old and dying on this piece of debris? How long can the dream last? When the nuclear waste is triggered, all...all human life... on the moon will be wiped out. (Alien) 'How long' is a meaningless term. A pygmy's phrase. Time is relative. A butterfly lives a gloriously full life in a day, a single-celled organism in a microsecond. So long as one is fulfilled, time is irrelevant. (Koenig) Bartlett, don't listen. Help me! We can offer the people of Alpha a complete life, as it would be with your loved ones in your homes on Earth. A life without pain or sorrow, without fear or loss.
This is what we offer. Bartlett, use your laser. Stun Alan. Now, put the trigger in the atomic core. (Bleeping) (Koenig, panting) Stop him! Stop him, Bartlett. It's futile to call on Bartlett for help. He's immobilised. Alan, listen to me! It's Koenig. It's Koenig! You're a truly primitive organism, Commander. We could have given you an eternity of happiness in an instant of time. Now your life will be what the life of your species has always been - cruel and futile. It's better to live as your own man... than as a fool in someone else's dream. So much for illusions. Maya, what was that creature that you transformed into? - A laren. - A what? A laren. Its natural habitat was a moon of Psychon. How does it survive? It can store oxygen like a camel can store water. - And it's very strong. - Maya, put me down. Maya, quit fooling around. Put me down! - How long before they wake up? - About ten minutes.
Can't you speed it up? No! How am I supposed to run a base of Sleeping Beauties? It was your idea. She might have been an illusion but... I said it was your...idea. Elizabeth. Where's Elizabeth? John! Let me off! I'm gonna fall! I'm gonna fall! Most of our memories of growing up on Walton's Mountain are good ones, but there did come a time when a dark remembrance from Elizabeth's childhood rose to haunt everybody in our house. Please, someone, let me down! Come on, somebody, let me down! I'm gonna fall! Somebody, let me off! Somebody! Somebody, let me get off! Mama! Oh, Elizabeth! Who is it? Elizabeth. Is she all right? She scared me to death! - Are you okay? - It's all right. It's all right. It's all right.
Are you all right? What's going on up there? Pa, it's Elizabeth. She's had a dream. Sounded like Gabriel blowing his trumpet. It's the second time this week. Something's working on that child. Come on, now. She's all right. - Gently. - Come on. Stand up. - Let me down. - Are you all right? Does it hurt, honey? It's all right, baby. Come on. Come on, back to bed, everybody. Come on. It's all right, baby. It's all right. I couldn't get off. Dreaming about that Ferris wheel again. And then it started going faster. And I started to fall. Well, you're safe now. It's all right. Can you leave the lights on? I'm gonna stay right here with you till you're asleep. You don't have to do that, Mama.
Elizabeth, you can sleep with me if you want. Thanks, Erin. Here you go. I'm gonna sit here for a while. It's all right. Sure? Yeah. I'm gonna leave that light on, all right? Oh, it's all right, sweetheart. All right? Good night, Erin. Good night, Mama. I'm gonna leave the door wide open, and I'm gonna leave the hall light on, okay? - Good night. - Good night. It's the same dream she had last time, about being on a Ferris wheel and not being able to get off. It's probably the excitement about the carnival coming. It could be that. It's hard to tell what a dream like that could mean. It's that sleepwalking that worries me. Well, is she settled down now? She's in Erin's bed. I think she'll sleep through. Good night, Son. We'll leave the door open just in case. All right. Good night, Mama. Somebody! Somebody, let me down! Is my lunch ready yet?
No, and neither is Jason's, so you might as well have something to eat. Did you know I once had a dream that a Martian came out from under the Rockfish bridge? He had big hairy ears and yellow eyes just like a dragonfly. Is your dream as scary as that? Jim-Bob, if you talk about dreams, you can walk to school by yourself. I don't know what she's so grouchy about, anyway. I don't think we should keep reminding her of something she'd rather forget. Well, unless that dream has some meaning for her. I'd a whole lot rather we didn't talk about it at all. Well, she has no control of it. It comes from her unconscious mind. John-Boy, what are you talking about? Well, there's two kinds of mind, Mama. There's the unconscious mind and the conscious mind. Now, the unconscious mind is always storing up things we're not even aware of. Things that we, we'd like to forget or we'd like to hide, and a dream can be a sort of a code message from the unconscious mind. Oh. Nice tie, Ben. It's yours, you know. Yeah, I know it's mine. Looks good, doesn't it? Yeah, looks pretty good. I can use it, can't I? Well, of course you can. Hey, wait a minute. How come you're all gussied up? Oh, I'm just going to the Jarvis Used Car Lot to take care of some ads after school today. Seems to me that ever since Darlene Jarvis went to work for her daddy, you've been giving them extra-good service. I give good service to all my customers. Ben, would you reach me down that jar of peanut butter.
Sure. Good morning. About time, Jason. I'd have been ready sooner if Ben hadn't decided to shave this morning. Shave this morning? Yeah, you ought to smell his shaving lotion. You can smell it from here to Rockfish. Thank you, Jason. Mama, I won't be home for supper tonight. I have to play at the Dew Drop Inn. Got anything I can eat in the car on the way to school? You can take some toast with you. Elizabeth! Elizabeth! Hey. I know. You're here about the ad. That's right. Saved a space on page three. Think your daddy will go for two columns? I think he will. Good. Here's the prices. Hey, that's a good price on that Model A. Maybe you should lead off with that one. But the LaSalle's got more style. It's practically brand new and it goes 75 miles an hour. Yeah, I realize that, but people these days would rather go for the bargain. Oh. Well, you know more about it.
You do what you think best. Okay. I got a job in Charlottesville. I heard the carnival was coming. I persuaded the carnival owner to let The Chronicle office handle all his advance publicity. I was wondering if you'd just leave these handbills around so your customers can get the message. Oh. Always an eye for business, huh? You got to when you're getting started. I suppose you'll be going to the carnival? Oh, I hadn't really thought about it. I got a couple of free passes from the manager. Hi, shorty! Are you going to send us some more customers this week? Darlene, get me the specifications on that Studebaker coupe, will you? Sure. See you later. Oh, bye. What's that stuff? It's my invention. You invented the trash dump? Well, it's not put together yet. It's going to be an alarm. What kind of an alarm? It's gonna wake up Elizabeth in case she walks in her sleep again. Jim-Bob, you and your Rube Goldberg contraptions! You just wait and see. It'll work. What are you staring at? Oh, I was just noticing.
You look sort of like a turtle. Oh, don't do that. Oh, the bed broke, Jim-Bob, the bed. It worked! Hey, everybody, it worked! Was this your idea, Jim-Bob? Elizabeth. Where's Elizabeth? Jim-Bob, do you mind taking this junk out in two trips? Oh, I thought about it, but I decided against it. What is all the racket? Elizabeth on the prowl again? No, that was James-Robert Edison taking out one of his great inventions. Oh. Your grandma and I kind of over-slept this morning. Been too much night life going on around here. Grandpa, you sure these marks are right? Oh. Your growing-up marks there? You questioning this old carpenter's ability with a yardstick? No. Just seems like everybody's growing around here except for me. I wouldn't say that. Here, you were down there one day. You're way down here. From the time of your young un's first birthdays, I would put a mark down there. There you are, 1929. I guarantee those heights are right within 16th of an inch. Well, in that case, I've got a lot of catching up to do.
Oh, you'll get there one day. Yeah, but that doesn't help me much now. Oh. If you think you're bad off, just think about Long John Cavanaugh. He was so tall that his feet stuck out over the edge of the bed, out under the covers. He got cold, pneumonia, did him in. And that poor fellow was so tall, they had to bury him in a well, standing up, 'cause no coffin would fit him. Don't you fret, Son. A short man who thinks tall stands taller in the saddle than a tall man who thinks short. Esther, breakfast. I don't like to discourage good customers from making purchases, but do you really think you need all of these locks? We are having them installed on all our outside doors immediately. You see, that carnival will be here this weekend. Well, Mr. Dawes assures me that all of his employees are absolutely reliable. Well, that's what they led us to believe the last time the carnival was here, and our very own home was broken into. And Mama's diamond necklace and matching tiara were mysteriously removed. Never to be seen again. And Papa had presented them to Mama on their wedding day. I had planned to wear them whenever Ashley Longworth made a proposal of marriage. He was a young student, don't you know, from the University of Virginia and he used to... Are you absolutely certain that it was an employee of the carnival who broke into your house? - Oh, quite. - Certain. Why, the sheriff was about to question one of the carnival workers, and then the poor man lost his life in some unfortunate accident. But this time we are going to make certain that - all our treasures are under lock and key. - And key. Including ourselves. Oh, most assuredly. All right.
Thank you, Mr. Godsey. - You're welcome. - Goodbye. - Goodbye, John-Boy. - Goodbye. Bye, ladies. John-Boy says the Baldwin sisters have locked up everything in sight and are not coming out of the house till that carnival goes away. I'll never forget the day the Baldwin ladies were robbed. Oh, what a dad-doo. I remember it, too, but for a different reason. That was the day Elizabeth wandered off, and was gone all morning. We found her down by the river. Never could tell us just what happened. Elizabeth, do you remember when the carnival was here the last time? Some. I was real little. Yeah, I know. I remember you got lost one morning. Did you go to the carnival that day? I don't know. Daddy says I went to the river. Well, I know what Daddy said. I was just wondering if you knew what happened. I don't know. I don't want to think about it. Well, it just seems kinda strange to me that you could end up down by the river all by yourself, that's all. I don't know! Did you go to the carnival first that day or what? John-Boy, Elizabeth, come to supper.
John-Boy, I don't want to talk about it anymore. Talk about what? Well, I was just asking her what she remembered about the last time the carnival was here, that's all. I didn't mean to upset you, honey. Well, from now on, I think the less we talk about it, the better. Is The March of Time on tonight? No. Edgar Bergen and Charlie McCarthy. Would you look at this? Smack dab in the middle of my article on Dizzy Dean. Who'd do something like this? Hey, it's looking good. Yeah. Thought I'd put another coat on and let it dry overnight. Good. Good idea. Here's that article of yours that you were looking for. Old Dizz. He can pitch words better than he can baseballs. He sure can. I was thinking about getting those. Elevator shoes? "Now you can be taller than she is"? Well, it sounds funnier than it is, but I'm just... I'm just plain tired of being called shorty. Waiting for myself to grow. Aren't you getting ahead of yourself, Son? Yeah, I know. I'm just a growing boy. It takes some people longer than others to get their full growth.
Yeah, but what do I do in the meantime? Just be yourself. Think about what's going on inside. Yeah, but it's the outside that everyone sees. John! Elizabeth's out of her bed! She's not upstairs! - We'll find her. - Is it Elizabeth? Yes! Now, Liv, check the kitchen. Elizabeth! - What's all the racket for? - It's Elizabeth again. Oh, gracious! The front door is open! Esther, she's gone again. I can see him. John! Somebody, help me! Get below her, John-Boy! Let me off! I'm gonna fall. Let me off. I can see him. He won't let me off. Let me off! I'm gonna fall! I'm gonna fall! Help me!
It's all right, baby. It's all right. It's all right. A fine state of affairs, you having to make your own coffee. I was hoping you could sleep late. I couldn't. Every time Elizabeth stirred next to me, I'd wake up. I guess that old sofa isn't too comfortable for sleeping on. Little lumpy in spots. How's Elizabeth? Any more bad dreams? No, she didn't have any more bad dreams, but she sure was restless. I can't figure how she got up in that tree. Well, sleepwalkers have been known to do some amazing things, Daddy. Rearrange the furniture or climbing around on rooftops. What are we going to do about it? She can't stay in our bed forever. I wonder why she's walking in her sleep. It's got to be something she's afraid of and she doesn't know what it is. Well, last night up in the tree house, she kept saying, "I see him. I see him." I'd like to find out who he is. Now, John-Boy, I don't want you to go upsetting her again. I think she went to the carnival that morning that she got lost. I got to figure out something to keep her from breaking her neck. There's no swelling, no fever. Heart is fine, chest clear. She's a healthy little girl. Too healthy not to be in school.
It wasn't my idea. And Mrs. Fordwick was having a nature walk today. We wanted Curt to have a look at you. I am still your favorite brother-in-law, I hope. Not when you have that doctor thing around your neck. Well, count your blessings, Elizabeth. The only time I ever got to stay home from school, I was too sick to enjoy it. - Can I get down now? - Sure. Mary Ellen, can you show me how to make a splint? Sure. You can practice on Reckless like I used to do. I can't find any physical reasons that would explain her nightmares, but I sure wouldn't worry about her health. You would if you'd seen her teetering on the edge of that tree house. Well, you see, there may be another cause for the sleepwalking. Perhaps something worrying her? School work, a friend, something like that? Well, it's nothing that I know of. Some sort of a frightening memory? Well, John-Boy keeps talking about something that's hidden in the back of her mind that's trying to find its way out. Yeah. He could be right. He could be right. You see, we're learning more about the way the mind works all the time. The only trouble is, every time he tries to help her find out what it is, she gets all upset. Oh, it's tricky business, probing the unconscious. Better left to the experts. Is there something we should be doing? Well, I think the main thing is just to watch her carefully.
And if the dreams don't go away by themselves, well, then, I reckon we might be able to find some help for her over in Richmond. Psychiatrist, psychologist. Psychiatrist? - Hi, Ben. - Well, hey! I just talked to your daddy about the ads. Oh, good. He was asking about it. Yeah. He made a few suggestions, but he seemed to like most of it. I passed out those carnival handbills like you asked. Good. A lot of folks around here are planning to go. Well, I hope they mention who they heard it from. Always have your mind on business, haven't you? Well, not always. I was thinking that maybe we could go to the carnival together on Saturday. Gee, Ben, I'd really like to, but I think I have to work. Can I let you know later? Sure. Call me Friday! What do you say, shorty? Hey, do me a favor. The name's Ben, use it. Hey, Jim-Bob? You seen Wilbur Dawes? Sure. I'm working for him. You're working for him.
Where do you think I might be able to find him right now? - Over by the truck. - Okay. Well, looks like you gonna be opening on schedule. We're gonna try. You know it's a nice job you done on the handbills. Thank you very much. I just hope it brings you in some business. Yeah, I hope so. It's been a while since you've been - through this way, ain't it, Mr. Dawes? - Yeah. We had some trouble here the last time. Figured there might be some hard feelings, you know. - Really? - Yeah. Lost a man right over there. - Oh, yeah, I remember that. - Yeah. Ferris wheel operator. You know, that newspaper of yours could... Mr. Dawes, excuse me. Just a minute. Yeah, sure. Elizabeth. I thought you were afraid of these things. I could see it on my way home from school. It's bigger than our barn. Bigger than the barn. Yeah.
It's about 10 times bigger than you are. You know people look real little from the top. Elizabeth, would you be willing to ride the Ferris wheel with me? I'll keep my arm around you and I'll hold you real tight, and I'll make them stop the minute you say so. I can't promise you, but I think maybe if you ride it, it'll make your dreams go away. All right. Good. Good. You all right, honey? - Could we have a ride? - Sure, Walton. Thank you. Now we're in tight and I got you, okay? Are you nervous? Do you want me to stop? I'll make him stop if you want to stop, Elizabeth. John-Boy, I remember! You remember? What do you remember, Elizabeth? I went to the carnival and it was where it started. And I gave the man a dime to start the Ferris wheel for me. And then what? And I was in it and he left. He left? He left you alone on the Ferris wheel? It's all right, honey, I've got you. It's okay. He just left her there, going round and round all by herself? No wonder she had nightmares. He must have gone off to do some other kind of work.
Anyway, when she couldn't see him, she got scared. She figured there was no one to let her off, just like in the dream. Well, how did she get off? Well, I imagine she jumped off when it got close enough to the ground. Then she ran away. She was probably so scared she didn't know where she was going and that's how she ended up down by the river. I hope that's all there is to it. It seems to fit. I have a feeling she was guilty about going down to the carnival. And unconsciously been trying to hide it. I don't think she'll have the dream again. Well, all the same, I think we ought to lock the doors and put the keys out of reach the way your daddy said. Hey, Erin, want me to put these plates up for you? Well, no, thanks, Ben, I can do it. Can I give you a hand, Mama? No. But your daddy's fixing the lock on the front door. You might see if you can give him a hand. Ma'am. What's wrong with him? Hey, you got that lock working yet, Daddy? It was a little rusty from not being used. I'm gonna put this key up in that nail there, so Elizabeth can't reach it. It's a good idea. You and John-Boy working tonight? Oh, John-Boy has his own key. Come in. You getting ready for bed? When somebody buys a new pair of shoes in this family, it's kinda hard to miss.
I guess everyone was kinda busy tonight. You know, those shoes brought two inches up in my height and no one even noticed. You may not believe this, but I've been... I've been watching the way people look at you, Son. When they look at you they don't see someone tall or short, fat or thin. They see a steady, hardworking young fellow. Good sense of fun. Knows how to frown once in a while. They see a big man in lots of ways. Yeah, but not big in the way I want to be. Yeah. I know what you mean. Me, I always wanted to have red hair and be good-looking. Listen, Ben, when people look at you, all they see is the outside. It's them that come up short, not you. So you think I should take the shoes back, don't you? It's your money, Son. - Elizabeth all right? - She's fine. Guess John-Boy was right. I don't know. I never heard of anybody being cured of a nightmare by going for a ride on a Ferris wheel. I feel safer knowing the doors are locked. You try to get some sleep. I'll go check in an hour or so. Thanks. Good night. John-Boy, whose idea was it to build the circulation? - For the newspaper?
- Yes. I'm almost halfway through. Well, that's good to hear. Listen, Ben, you must be tired. Why don't you go on up to bed? I'm almost finished here. It's okay, I'm getting my second wind. I'll just stay here till we're through. Somebody... Somebody, let me off! Well, we sure earned our money tonight. Yeah, just don't ask me how much. I'll figure it out tomorrow. What do you mean "tomorrow"? It's past midnight already. Well, time sure flies when you're having fun, huh? I'll tell you something though, it sure beats cutting timber. I'll lock the door. - Good night. - Good night. Erin! - Erin! - What? - Is Elizabeth in with Mama again? - I don't know. Ben, check the bathroom. I just was in there. John-Boy? - Mama, is Elizabeth in there with you? - No.
She's not in my room. She's not in my room, either. We should have kept her in our bed. How about the front door you and Ben came in? We locked it. It's still locked tight, Daddy. I'll check the back porch. Daddy, the window in our room is open. It was closed when we went to bed. It was. I checked it. I was just thinking that if she went out the window, - she could have gone down the trellis. - Of course, Daddy. - We've all done it, a hundred times. - Elizabeth! Well, she could have gone down to the carnival. You get down there and check, you and Ben. Get some lanterns. I just can't believe she'd gone this far. Sleepwalkers do some pretty unbelievable things. I read about a man who got up in the middle of the night, walked out of the house, went all the way down to the railroad station. When he woke up, he was buying a ticket. Couldn't figure out how he got there. I'll start the motor and get her down. No, no, don't start the motor. She'll wake up. She could fall. Somebody's gonna have to go up. I'll get the line out of my car.
If I tie one end around my waist, you can ankle me up there. Okay, look, you hold on to the end of this. You stay down here and talk to her. Ben. Ben, will you let me go, please? Elizabeth? Elizabeth, it's John-Boy. Can you hear me? Elizabeth? I hear you. All right, honey, I don't want you to move. I want you to stay right where you are. Now I want you to talk to me, all right? I want you to tell me... Tell me about that day again. Tell me, did the man start the wheel up just for you? I gave him a dime. Elizabeth? What's he doing, Elizabeth? Talk to me, all right? I can see him now. But now he's gone. Elizabeth? I want you to talk to me, all right? What's he doing, Elizabeth? The sheriff's down there. Now he's gone. Somebody, come and let me down! Please, someone, let me off! - Please.
- All right, honey. Stay right where you are. I want to get down! Come on, somebody, let me down. It's gonna be okay. Please, somebody, let me down. All right, Ben, you know if she falls, I gotta let you go. What do you see now, honey? It's that man again. What's he doing, Elizabeth? Somebody, let me off! Don't move, Elizabeth. Don't move, all right? Just don't move, just stay right where you are. You just keep talking to me. Elizabeth, do you still see him? What do you see now, honey? He's over by the rocks. Tell me what he's doing. He's hiding something in the cave. He's coming back now. Come on, somebody, let me down! I'm gonna fall! Honey, don't move, all right? - I'm gonna fall! - Yeah, you just stay right where you are. It hit him! Don't move. Stay right there, okay? It hit him!
It hit him! It hit him! Just don't do anything. You just stay right there. It's gonna be all right, you hear me? Elizabeth, stay where you are. Now do not move. Help me, please! You just don't move, honey. If it's down in here, we're gonna have to... Boy, is this really a... Somebody... I just can't believe that mother's treasured diamonds could still be hidden there. After all these years. So near and yet so far. I sure hope they are. It all came together when Ep and me were talking this morning. He checked the records. That carnival worker died without ever coming to. Poor little darling, no wonder she had nightmares. Wait a minute. Wait a minute, what have we got here? Elizabeth, honey, why don't you take this to the Baldwin ladies? Go ahead, sweetheart. Oh, Sister, look. Just as they were when dear Mama last wore them. I'd say the stolen goods have been identified and returned to the rightful owners. Elizabeth, you must have a reward. Something really special. I think Elizabeth and the rest of us have already been rewarded.
Ladies, how about a spin on the Ferris wheel? This is what happens when you marry a doctor. You get to come to the carnival with your brother and his girlfriend. Well, you could do a lot worse. I know Ben was a real hero last night. No doubt about that. You folks should be very proud of him. We always have been. Mama, come on, the carnival's starting. See you in a while. Ben, you're not wearing your new shoes this morning. Guess I just don't need them anymore. Never again was Elizabeth to experience the terrors brought on by that frightening memory. And never again would I attempt to unravel the mysteries of the unconscious mind. Once more we could enjoy quiet and peaceful nights in our house on Walton's Mountain. Ben, when you put your arm around a girl, are you supposed to ask her permission or anything? Of course not. How about when you kiss her? It's like offering her the last piece of candy. I don't get it. Well, she's gonna feel silly if she says yes, and bad if she says no. You sound pretty smart. Well, I've been around. Around girls or around candy? Good night, Jim-Bob. Good night, everybody. English That's the way she wants it. She likes to be wet.
Right, Miss Gordon? Bobby, I want you to fix these packages. They sound like sandpaper rubbing together. Want me to wet 'em down? Okay. - You have enough water on your hair? - [Crowd Applauding] - Perfect. Would you like a little drink while you're preparing, a little bourbon? - I'd love that. - [Applause Continues] - What are you thinking about? - Oh, you're home? Am I home? - Oh, God. I'm - - What do you mean am I home? Soaking. It's raining out there. My feet are chunks of ice. You know, a funny thing, in Los Angeles almost everybody has cold feet. - Oh. No jokes, please. - No jokes? Really? How about gentle humor? Like to hear an anecdote? How about an anecdote? Did you see my kid? - Isn't she beautiful?
- Oh, that's nice, Marty. Yeah, I'm giving up older people. Can't photograph them without their clothes on. [Audience Laughs Softly] - I love you. - Where were you? Oh, I was out - I don't know. You know, shopping and - Then I stopped for a drink. Went into a bar. Shouldn't have done that. Ah. A lot of people? Men? Yeah, but they were all talking about their children, so I figured it was okay. I don't trust people that - that talk about their children. - Oh? - They're perverted. [Audience Laughs] But I tell you, I do love older people. ! I do know him. He's the son of Mr. Kapoor. I've known him for years. - But you don't love him. "Well, Pooja,... love will happen in due course." "Love happen in due course? What are you saying, Anjali?" "We're not kids anymore, Pooja."
It's time we emerged from our world of fantasies. We are Indian girls. The lovers of our dreams and our husbands are not the same. Someone else chooses our husbands for us. We learn to love them. "This is the truth and the sooner you realise it, the better." "Don't make this mistake, Anjali." "Someone, somewhere is made for you and you should wait for him." Perhaps he is the one. I believe that this is the one who was made for me. And I'm going to live through with this belief. And who knows? This might happen to you. Tomorrow you might marry a man whom you merely know... and slowly you might realise that he was the one you were waiting for. Nothing like this will happen to me. I'll choose my husband myself. "This is impossible, Rahul. There can't be a girl like this." Meaning? - lt's a meaningless character. Maya exists only in your dreams. Modern girls aren't like this. What do you know? You're not a girl. "Stop it, Rahul. I'm serious. Modern girls..." Maya is not one of these modern girls. She's different. She is my Maya. "Your Maya, indeed!
What do you know about girls?" You know only one. And that's me! What do you mean? I don't know anything about love... and yet I make love stories. What of it? "Rahul, your Maya is really crazy." Don't you call my Maya crazy! And you are the only one who feels this. Nobody else is saying anything. - Definitely! "Rahul, I think Nisha is right. - Thank you." I don't understand 'Maya' either. Her character seems false. Looking at it from a psychological point of view... I'm sure that you're on your own trip. On a fantasy trip. "l'm sorry, Maya is not in." Do you also want to say something? - l think we need a lunchbreak. Exactly! See? - l don't know... if such a girl exists or not... and I don't want to know. "Whether she is a lie, a fantasy or mad or whatever..." That is Maya. "lf you cannot understand this, I'm very sorry, I can't help it." But under no circumstances am I going to change the character of Maya. Excuse me. - What's this!
I think Rahul's right. You shut up. You are Rahul's yes-man. - l was only saying that.... Okay... what were you saying? Do you know of such a girl? is your Soni like this? - No. You figure the character of Maya? - No. Should we do this play ? - Never. "That's exactly what I've been saying! - Right, but..." Not again! "That innocent face" "The mischief in her eyes" "Oh my!" "That innocent beauty, with mischief in her eyes..." "stands afar shying away" "Oh my!" "For a fleeting moment she shows herself and then turns away" "lf you look with my eyes, friend, you can see her" "She's no ordinary girl, she's a wonder" "How else can I describe her?" "Last night I dreamt of her... her hair flowing wildly" "When I woke up, I wished I could go back to my dream" "lf this how I feel without meeting her,..." "what will happen when I do?"
"Dark as the monsoon clouds is the kohl in her eyes" "Her gait has the grace of the waves in the ocean" "Wonder what HE used to create her body" "l wish she appears before me out of nowhere" "Rahul, how do you like this? Hold this." Perhaps you haven't noticed but everyone is staring at us. So what? I don't care. - But I'm looking funny. Oh come on. How do you like the orange? Very nice... - l'll be back in a moment. Shopping? - Yes. Alone? - Yes. Very good! Never make the mistake of going shopping with a girl. "How d'you like it? Cool, isn't it? - You like it?" I like it very much. - l love it! Let's go. Once you've tried it on. - Both of us like it... let's go. To hell with Rahul!
So sweet! - What did you say? "Nothing, nothing at all. Off you go!" Who is it? - Aw... sorry! Okay? Happy? Why are you laughing? What's up? - Where are your jeans? I'm wearing it... lt happens. Who's there? Crazy! Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Everybody clap... Open the cake box. How did this happen? What happened and when did it happen? How did this get swapped over? I had ordered a chocolate cake. You picked up someone else's parcel. - l'm so stupid! I should've checked. "l'm sorry, uncle. - lt's all right, dear." Other people celebrate their birthdays by cutting a cake. I'll celebrate mine by cutting sandwiches.
No big deal. Let me see who got my cake. Who's this Pooja? - l don't know. And who's this uncle? - Must be Pooja's uncle. "First time I sent you out, and you end up picking the wrong parcel." What have I done? I brought the parcel the shopkeeper gave me. But you should have checked. - Excuse me... "but it wasn't up to me to check. Next time, do it yourself." I am hungry. This cake looks really good. Stop it. No one's eating this cake. - Why not? Because it belongs to someone else. - They must be eating our sandwiches. There's an address written here. It's nearby. Go and deliver it. Are you mad? "This is someone's birthday cake, ordered with love." Someone's party will be ruined. Go and give it back. I'm not going. Damn Rahul! "Jimmy, let's go and give it back and say 'Happy Birthday!
'." So sweet! - What did you say? Nothing. Yes? "Good evening. Are you uncle? - No, I'm aunty." "Actually, by mistake I got your cake, aunty." The sandwich man! - That's right. Here's your cake... wishing you a happy birthday. Thank you and sorry. Why sorry? - Because I've eaten your sandwiches. "That's all right. Actually, I ate a bit of your cake on the way here." No wonder...! "Okay, I'll be off Uncle. - No. Come in and have some cake." No thanks. I'm in a hurry. Some other time. "Just a minute. Just one minute, please." "Let the person who bought this cake, thank you." "There's no need. - No, no!" "That poor man, whose sandwiches you picked up by mistake..."
has brought the cake back. - How sweet! He's at the door. Go and thank him. The cake has brought a twinkle in my eyes... and a musical rhythm to the strings of my heart. Strange man. Why are you buying all these stuff? "Oh, Anjali... Today is Valentine's Day" What is this 'Valentine's day'? - Don't you know? The man you love most in the world is called your Valentine. "On this day, all lovers let their hearts out to each other." This is all about love. You won't understand. Very funny! But whom are you buying all these things for? For myself. - What? "You see, I don't have a lover who'd buy me all these lovely things." I'm doing this for my own pleasure. - You've gone quite mad. "Do you know, today isn't an ordinary Valentine's Day." It falls on the same day as the full moon. Know what this means? "l don't, but I'm sure you're going to tell me." "lt means that, if you believe that someone is made for you..." "and you are waiting for him with a true heart,..." you will certainly meet him today. - And you really believe this?
Of course. I'm absolutely sure... that before midnight I shall meet my soulmate. Pooja! You're really mad! - That I am. "Damn Rahul! I'm going home. lf you want to come with me, then come on." "Rahul, we all came together and we'll all go together." "This is a very boring party. lf you want to come, then come on." "Rahul, you don't get any better." "Look, how beautiful is the night... and you're so unromantic." "Look, everyone's so much in love." You think that they're all in love? Of course. - Sit down. "Tell me something, Nisha. You think you know what love is?" "Love is when you're so fond of someone, that your heart tells you..." you want to spend the whole of your life in his arms. That's what we call love. - l see. You think the people here... want to spend the rest of their lives with each other? I think so. - Girls are so daft. "Do you know, most of these romances will be over before tomorrow?" They'll fight over small things... and will never see each other after tonight. "And next year, you will see the same faces,..." at the same places in different arms. "Boys are also really stupid. - l'm telling you the facts, Nisha."
You must realise that you need to know someone really well... to spend your life together. - That's right. And in order to know someone well you need to spend time together? "True. - ln today's times, who has the time?" "Look; among all these party guests, no one's known each other..." for as long as we've known each other. Does that mean that we can spend a lifetime with each other? Let me put it this way. Will you be able to spend a lifetime with me? "Here you are, Rahul. And everyone wants you outside!" Why? - Everyone wants a song from you. "Oh no... - Oh, come on!" "Tell me, will you be able to spend a lifetime with me?" "Yes Rahul, I can." I could spend my whole life with you. "The moon whispered something..." "which the night heard..." "The moon whispered something, which the night heard" "Did you hear,..." "lt said, fall in love" "Fall in love" "The moonlight came..." "to my street and to my house, to say..." "fall in love" "What can I say, what can I do?" "This strange thing that has happened to me"
"lt is a sign or did my heart whisper..." "fall in love" "l can't explain, but I am certain that there is someone" "He is somewhere in my dreams, but I cannot see him" "l am here... he is somewhere there" "But who is this who says..." "Fall in love" "l could die for him, yet he is oblivious" "But I can't complain. I cannot call him unfaithful" "l can hear him... even though he is yet to speak" "O my heart, be careful..." "when you fall in love" Hello? - Are you mad? Are you out of your mind? How can you return just like that? You said we had come together and we'd all leave together. Then you run away all on your own. You know that we're all worried. Idiot! Stupid! Fool! Hello? "This is not 6 7 1 1 2 3 7, is it?" No. - l thought so. "l'm sorry, I thought it was someone else." You're right. I am someone else. I'm really sorry. Please excuse me.
"lt's okay. - Thank you... hang on, one minute." "Don't hang up, please. - Yes?" The music you're playing... "that's Pundit Shiv Kumar Sharma's new album, isn't it?" Yes. - l thought so. "You know, I wanted to buy it. Where did you buy it from?" From Rhythm House. - l haven't been there. D'you think they'd have it in stock? - How would I know? "l'm so stupid. How would you know? You don't work there, right?" I'm really sorry about all this. It's okay. - Good night Good night. - l'm really very sorry lt's okay. - Happy Valentine. Happy Valentine. Nice voice. "Ajay, you idiot!" How dare you do this to me? You scared the hell out of me! Now I'm not going to give up until I've got you. Stop!
How about it? Cut it! "Ballu! What are you up to? - Why, what's wrong, Rahul?" The spotlight should move from me to Nisha after the drum roll. I told you And I thought... - Shut up. "Come on, Nisha... do it again. Let's take it from the top" Rahul... - Damn Rahul! What is it? Please pack up early today. - Why? What's special about today? "Nothing. Come on. - C'mon, let's take it from the top." "Rahul, you forgot? Today is her birthday." Really? Why didn't someone tell me? "Nisha, what's wrong with you? Why didn't you tell me?" "There are some things, Rahul, which one knows without being told." Even then... you people should have said something. "Honestly, you guys are the limit..." Rahul! Just relax!
- l'm very angry. You've been forgetting all these years. This is just another year. Stop putting on an act and take us all out to dinner. Come on. "Come on guys, let's go. - Nisha..." What is it? Happy birthday. You remembered...? Why didn't you say it? There are some things which one knows without being told. "You idiot! Thank you. - lt's okay, Nisha." Let's rehearse! "Just joking. Come on, everybody." "Okay everybody, Tequila time!" What are you guys drinking? - Tequila. I want some. - This isn't for ladies. Have Pepsi. "No, I want some. - l told you! This is not for you!" Today's my birthday. - Happy birthday. Thank you. I'll do as I please.

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