The Waltons S05E22 The Hiding Place

We've been given to understand how much the Germans appreciate music. Well, they have given the world Beethoven, Brahms, and Bach. Well, then maybe you can tell me. Is it true that the music of Mendelssohn has been banned by the Nazis because he was a Jew? I told you, those are areas in which I have neither interest nor competence. I'm joining the National Guard. What? For the years of my boyhood and youth on Walton's Mountain were a time of uncertainty and desperation for millions. Somehow in our home, we were sustained by a sense of being safe and secure. And then a visitor came into our world. And though she tried to close the door against the storm that was sweeping across Europe, the force of it was felt even on Walton's Mountain. Ben! Aaron, we're going to be late! I'm surprised for you, Libby. I've never seen you such a rush to get over to the Baldwin ladies before. We've been invited to a reception. If we're gone, we ought to get there on time. What do you do at a reception anyway? Well, most anything's likely to happen. But if the Baldwin ladies serve some of the recipe, I think things will be real lively. They wouldn't serve that stuff at a reception. Oh, don't worry, Libby. I'll behave myself. This country boy will conduct himself with dignity in front of this European visitor. This lady's from Europe. How can she be a cousin of the Baldwins? Oh, the Baldwin ladies have cousins all over here, there, and everywhere. I reckon if you went to the moon, there'd be a Baldwin lady. In the moon? Well, Morocco, maybe. You playing with confetti again, Elizabeth? Ben! I still don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this. How often do you get a chance to talk to somebody who's spent their whole life in Europe, Ben? What do you say to her? You don't say anything. You just listen. Mama, do I look all right to meet someone from Europe? You look just fine. I'm kind of nervous about this. Well, don't. Drag your feet. Bye-bye, everyone. Can I trade in two stamps from France for one from Yugoslavia? Where is Yugoslavia? Don't look at me. I can't even find Charlottesville. Jason, that was simply beautiful. Schubert gets the credit. Oh, but you play well. Very well, indeed. Thank you. It's such a favorite of mine, and the words are so lovely, too. Du bist die Ruhe, der Friede mild, die Sehnsucht du und was sie stillt. It sounds so peaceful, even if I don't know what it means. Exactly. And the words mean something like, you are rest and gentle peace, you are longing and what quiets it. Hilary speaks five languages. I have a hard time organizing my thoughts in one. Oh, but I never organize my thoughts. If you lapse in French or Italian, nobody notices. I would so love to be able to lapse into fluent French. Corvette, that lapse might just lose me. Please, who would like some more tea? I could do with a drop more of the recipe. Of course, Mr. Walton, certainly. There. Dr. Willie? Well, I do hate to see a man drink alone. Purely medicinal. We're so happy to have dear Hilary with us. Papa was always partial to the Baltimore branch of the Baldwins. Oh, well, there's nobody left on that branch anymore except me. I've been away so long, I'm a stranger. In fact, I was feeling like an alien in my own country until I found these kind friends. Now, this is your home, Hilary. It's so kind of you all to come and make me feel so welcome. Tell me, exactly how long had you lived in Europe? Since I was six years old. Hilary's papa was in our diplomatic service in London. Such a distinguished man. When did you move to Germany? My husband was... is German. I remember the wedding announcement. So elegant. It was in two languages. I've saved it for years. What a lovely family you have, Mrs. Walton. I hope you'll be staying long enough to have some supper with us one day. Well, that's a delightful idea, but my plans are indefinite. We can't think of having Hilary leave, can we, sister? No, no. Well, I must get out. Rediscover my own country. Mrs. von Kleinst, our local women's club is very concerned with world events. As I said, I'm not a very organized person. Oh, I wasn't suggesting that you would be interested in joining our little club. I just thought perhaps it would be such a treat if you would speak to us on Europe today or the Europe I have known. Let's talk about it at another time, shall we, Mrs. Godsey, when my plans are more certain. Of course. Mrs. von Kleinst. Oh, please. I insist you all call me Hilary. Thank you. Hilary, I'd be curious to know your reactions towards what Hitler and the National Socialists are doing in Germany. Speaking as an American who's lived there for a number of years. My reactions? Well, I do wish Hitler would shave his mustache. On some men, a mustache is most becoming. On him, it's quite ludicrous. I agree. He looks more like a comedian than a revolutionary leader. How do you feel about the Nazis? Well, they brought a kind of order to what was disorder and they have managed to unify the country. But don't you feel that all of their activities are directed towards war? I'm not an authority on German political matters. My husband is still in the country. Oh, but certainly you must have an attitude about Hitler's push into the Sudetenland and Austria and Czechoslovakia. John boy, this is not the place to talk about those things. Oh, that's quite all right, Olivia. My grandfather was an ambassador. My father, a diplomat. My husband, a statesman. I have one law for survival. Never discuss politics, especially in a social situation. Pardon me. Perhaps you'll let me have an interview then for my newspaper regarding your experiences. Oh, I really don't think that anything I might have to say would be of any interest, but we'll see. Just now, if you'll humor me, I'd like your brother to play again. Do you know Schubert's Serenade? Well, I can try it. Well, Vin, now you know what a reception is. Well, I could think of better things to do. That Mrs. von Kreis, I sure don't understand her. Well, I'll tell you one thing about her. She knows more than she's talking about. Yeah, she's a deeply troubled lady. You can see it in her eyes. I agree with you, Grandpa. Was it worth it? I wish the talk wouldn't always get around to war. She's the best audience I've ever had. She truly enjoyed your music. I reckon it takes her back to Germany. Seems to me she didn't even want to think about Germany. Maybe some of the things she has to think about are painful to her. I've had enough socializing. Good night, y'all. Good night, Grandpa. Come on, here you go. She's gonna beat you anyway this time, son. Good night, honey. Time for me to turn in, too. Good night, Grandpa. Daddy, Thursday night, can I use the truck? What for? Well, I'm signing up for the National Guard, and they drill on Thursday night. Your what? I'm going into the National Guard. You'll do nothing of the kind. Now, just a minute. Don't get your fur up. Let's hear him out. It's really nothing, Mama. We go to the Rockfish Armory and drill one night a week, and that pays a dollar. We go to camp for a couple of weeks in the summer, and they have a band, and that pays money, too. I don't care how much they pay. If my feelings count for anything at all, you'll forget this right now. Mama, a lot of fellows are signing up with the Guard. It's not the regular army. There's no reason he can't join if he wants to. Nothing any of you can say is gonna reconcile me to Jason or you or any of my sons signing up to be soldiers. Don't worry about it, son. Being a militia man has a long and honorable tradition in this state. I'll talk to you, Mother. Good night. Good night, Daddy. Come on, Jason. Have a cup of coffee. You're off base on this. John, it's happening all over again, just like it did before the last war. Boys out marching and carrying guns, and all the while, everybody's saying it's nothing. I'm gonna say something you're not gonna like. It's time we got prepared over here. If my boys have to fight, I want them trained. Is that what your brother Ben died in the last war for? In the rest of the world. The epidemic of world lawlessness is spreading. When an epidemic of physical disease starts to spread, the community joins in a quarantine of the patients in order to protect the health of the community against the spread of the disease. Peace-loving nations such as ours have a responsibility to act in concert with other nations of the world community. Sounds just like Woodrow Wilson before the Great War. He says he hates war, but he seems determined to get us involved in something that doesn't concern us. Mama, he just wants us to be aware of what's going on around us. When our neighbor's field's on fire, we better help put it out, not just for his sake. Sparks don't travel across 3,000 miles of ocean. Sooner or later, they do. Well, whenever there was something around to defend, there's usually a walkin' around defendin' it. Your breakfast is gettin' cold. Hot cake? Mornin'. Mornin', son. Mornin', Ben. Mornin'. John Boy, would you say grace, please? Yes. Dear Lord, we thank thee for this food and for all thy blessings. Amen. What's the matter with everyone this morning? I guess I started it last night talkin' about the National Guard. I still don't see what's so terrible about it. I've said everything I'm gonna say on the subject. A chance to make a dollar just for a couple hours a week. All right, I'll scrape together a dollar a week and pay you not to join. The money's just part of it, Mama, not all of it. Mother and I have already talked about this, son. I don't see what's wrong with a Walton man joinin' up to protect what's his. And I'm just tryin' to protect what's mine. All right, all right, I've said enough. I've never yet heard a man listen to a woman on this subject. I can't stop you from joinin' any more than I could stop your father from enlistin' in his war. Do it. Just don't expect my blessing. Come on, everybody, eat up. Pass me the muffins. I thought I heard a car. No, it's only you. Who'd you think it was? She thought it was the man of her dreams comin' to carry her away. Isn't it somethin'? It is somethin'. The chance thinks it's the bull of her dreams. That horn'll make Gabriel proud. Where'd you get it? Sykes Junkyard. It's off of Rolls Royce. Must've cost you a pretty penny. Well, it isn't exactly mine. Sykes is givin' me time to raise the $8. $8? You can live a month off of $8. Jim Bob, you know how I feel about buyin' things on time. Yeah, but this is different, Daddy. I gave Sykes my distributor of security. When I pay him the $8, I get my distributor back. It's not a car, it's a jigsaw puzzle. All right, we heard the concert. Let's get back to work. Hey, we're gonna get $8, Jim Bob. I guess I'll have to do some odd jobs. Maybe I can work for you in the paper. Don't count on that, Jim Bob. Things have been tight these days. John boy. Miss Emily. Come in, what a joyous surprise. Sister, we have a visitor. Miss Mandy. Now, isn't this fortuitous? We were just saying how gracious it was of your family to join us here the other evening in making Hillary feel that she had indeed come home. Oh, well, we were delighted to be included. Excuse me, do you think that maybe Hillary would be able to spare me a couple minutes for an interview? Oh, I'm sure she'll welcome the diversion. Oh, life must be so tedious for her here. I'll go tell her. Thank you very much. You know, I do believe that Hillary's husband was involved in newspaper work in Germany. Miss Mamie, for a woman who has spent so many years in such a fascinating time and place, she seems particularly unwilling to discuss it. It seems painful for her to talk about her life over there. And so, of course, sister and I do not press. Of course. Tell me something. Does her husband have anything to do with the government? I seem to recall she said something about his being a statesman. That's how they met. He was in the German diplomatic service in London. Oh, their wedding was an international event. Papa spoke of taking sister and me abroad for the occasion, but that was not to be. John boy. Yes, ma'am. I'm so sorry, but Hillary asked to be excused. She regrets she's not up to receiving visitors. I'm sorry to hear that. She really isn't very well. Well, then perhaps she should see Dr. Willard. A sister and I have urged that. I'm sure you must be very disappointed. Well, just tell her that I hope she's feeling better and as soon as she can spare me a few minutes, I'd be glad to come over. Oh, we'll certainly tell her, John boy. Thank you. Yes. Our best to all your family. Certainly. Please, I'll see myself out. Thank you. Say, if you cow could only learn Swanee River, I could get you on Major Bo's Amateur Arc. Way down. It's going to take something like that for me to raise $8. That is a lot of money, isn't it? I guess Daddy was right. I guess I overreached myself trying to put a Rolls-Royce Horn on a Model A chassis. That's something like putting a stained glass window into a privy. Well, if you like it. I'm liking it is one thing. Paying for it is another. Move over and give me a ride. Let her rip. Get a rest, son. You can't do it all in one day. I wish everything was as simple as this. A job to be done, you do it. There's no fuss, no argument. Other people's feelings don't get in the way, huh? I never thought Mom would get so upset about me wanting to join the militia. I thought it'd be simple as this. You mentioned soldiering to your mom. It brings back memories and a lot of them bad. I'm not talking about going to war. This is drilling one night a week. Going to camp in the summer with a lot of my friends. Putting on a uniform and stepping out in a parade on Armistice Day. That's all. It's not quite all, son. War comes along, you'll be the first one called up, you know. If it comes, I'd want to be in it. I don't want to argue with you. You're old enough to know what you're doing. I want to do it. Then do it. Von Kleist is the name. That's K-L-E-I-S-T. Right. Now, supposedly it's an aristocratic Prussian family. Well, that's right. Mr. Von Kleist has held some positions in the German government, so it's quite possible he's got some newspaper connection. Anything you find out, I'd like to know. Okay. Good, thank you very much. I reversed the charges, so they'll just put it on my monthly bill, all right? Oh, whichever way is best for you. Heck, you have no idea. And running a newspaper without a telephone is the hardest thing in the world. You know, you're always welcome to use ours. Thank you very much. Oh, John boy, I thought I recognized that voice. Corbett. I'm just going to send this little story down to the paper with Ike, but you've saved him a trip. I hope there'll be room for it in the Chronicle. Mrs. Hilary Baldwin Von Kleist to speak at the women's club, my years in Germany. How did you manage that? Isn't that a coup? Hilary is so gracious. Well, we are sponsoring the event, but the public, both male and female, of course, is cordially invited. Well, on behalf of the Chronicle, I cordially accept. I'm not a beer drinker, but I still found the Oktoberfest in Munich an exhilarating experience, a carnival of high spirits, joyous sharing, and good fellowship. But of course, the clinking of beer steins is merely an overture to the delights of, oh, an opera by Mozart, a quartet by Schubert, or a symphony by Beethoven. In fact, to conclude this shamelessly personal reminiscence of my almost 18 years in Germany, I'd like to leave you with some words from Schiller's Ode to Joy, which Beethoven put to music in the final movement of his Ninth Symphony. Seit umschlungen Millionen, diesen Kuss der ganzen Welt. Bruder, ob im Sternenfeld muss, ein lieber Vater wohnen. Freely translated, we countless millions share the bliss of a love that's universal. We all are brothers, and our father waits for us in our everlasting home beyond the stars. Any questions, Mrs. von Kleist has very generously offered to try and answer them. Frau von Kleist, in all your trips, uh, up and down the Rhine River, you ever run across a little lady called Dee Lorelei? No, I don't believe I did, Mr. Walton, but then I understand she reserves her charms for susceptible gentlemen. Are most of the people in Germany as enthusiastic about classical music as you seem to be? Oh, even more so. I mean, in Germany, uh, music is more important than bread or sauerkraut or even beer. Thank you. I'd like to ask a question. What are the stores like over there? Well, uh, in the cities, large department stores, and then in the villages, small markets. Very quaint and colorful. Rather like yours, Mr. Godsey. Ma'am? Yes? You've certainly given us a very charming picture of the years you've spent in Germany. Apparently, you don't seem to feel that the Nazi regime has changed any of that at all, do you? I don't feel qualified to answer that question. Thank you. Are there any further questions? If not, then the meeting is officially adjourned and you are all invited to enjoy some refreshments which some of the ladies have prepared in the ante room. I do hope they have macaroons. Cookies. I'm sorry I had to miss part of your talk while we were getting set up in here. Well, I'll repeat any part of it any time for you, Olivia. It was wonderful, Olivia. Dear Hillary made me feel as if I were really there, drifting past those lovely castles on the Rhine. And the festivals, Baruch and Salzburg. All that beautiful music. Well, we've been given to understand how much the Germans appreciate music. Well, they have given the world Beethoven, Brahms, and Bach. Well, then maybe you can tell me. Is it true that the music of Mendelssohn has been banned by the Nazis because he was a Jew? Jumbo, the question period is over. People just want to relax and enjoy themselves. I'm sorry, but all of my questions seem still to be looking for answers. Now, I've been given to understand that your husband has been in the publishing business. Maybe you can tell me why some of the great German newspapers have been forced to close down. I told you, those are areas in which I have neither interest nor competence. Jumbo, why don't you have some punch? This is just a small gathering of neighbors and friends. A social gathering is no place for a political argument. From what I understand, there were many German neighbors and friends who felt the same way and ended up in jail. You've gone too far. I'm feeling rather tired, so that if you'll excuse me. Hilary, I'm sorry. What in the world are you doing? How could you? I have no intention of upsetting Hilary, but she just doesn't seem to be talking about anything important. There are certain things that interest me in this subject, and I don't... I just thought maybe she'd be able to tell me the truth, that's all. Everyone was having such a nice time, such a lovely and informative occasion, and now it's spoiled, all spoiled. Mama, I apologize. I really did not intend for it to turn out the way it did. Then why did you do it? Because there are certain things I'd like to know. I'd like to know why the Nuremberg laws have taken away citizenship from all Jews. I'd like to know why the Reverend Martin Niemöller, who was a national hero, has been sent to jail. I'd like to know if there's any Germans left with enough courage to stand up to the Nazis. Those are the things that are important to me, not castles on the Rhine or beer drinkers in Munich. That was a good question, son. Maybe you're asking the wrong person. Where else am I going to find someone like that, daddy? She's an American. She's lived in Germany for 17 years, married to an important government official. There's a lot of things she could tell us. Could be she came over here to get away from the very things you want to know about. She's home for the first time in years. She's left all the old European troubles behind her. Yeah, well, I certainly hope she doesn't think she can escape the consequences of what Hitler's doing by running to Fortress America and pulling up the drawbridge. Well, why shouldn't she? Mom, it's the 20th century. I mean, we're all neighbors now. There's no hiding place anywhere. All right, now let's not turn this into a battlefield. I got to figure out a way to make it up to her. I'm the one who spoke out of turn. I probably ought to say something. Maybe if I had the Baldwins and Hillary over here for supper. Okay, look, I'll tell you what. I'll go over to the Baldwin ladies and I'll apologize to Hillary and I'll invite them all to dinner. Thursday night. Okay, I'm on my way. Everyone's entitled to a little peace and security. It was foolish of me. Fluttering away like a frightened bird. I certainly didn't intend to give you the impression I was being hostile towards you. Sister and I have been reassuring Hillary that there is nobody, nobody who is more sensitive to the feelings of others than you are. And I believe that. No more apologies. I guess I just got carried away because I was so sure you could tell me what I wanted to know. The impetuosity of youth. Young people always think if they just ask enough questions, they're sure to capture the ultimate truth, which I'm afraid is as elusive as the phoenix and the unicorn. My mother hoped that you ladies would be our guests for supper this coming Thursday evening. That's very kind of her, but really a conciliatory meal isn't necessary. Oh, I agree. Mama's just afraid that you're going to carry away a rather bleak impression of hospitality up here on the mountain. And I would like to be able to go home and say that you'll come. No talk of politics allowed, all right? And perhaps your brother Jason will play for us again? I'm sure he'd be happy to. He's never had such an appreciative audience. He plays so well. And the other night here, it was almost like seeing... Well, shall we accept this generous invitation? Well, sister and I would be delighted. But the decision is yours, Hillary. Tell your mother we'd love to come. Good. She'll be delighted. John? Friends? Yes, friend. Now, wait a few minutes. I'll take you down to the junkyard. That's okay, Daddy. I can walk. Just too much orange for your car. Yeah, it's got a lot of class, but I just couldn't afford it. I think Chance will miss it more than I will. I'm really sorry, Mama, but I can't be here on Thursday night. Why not? Because I promised to do something else. Jason, this is a very special dinner. I'd rather be here, but there's nothing else I can do. You have some other commitment. The guard? It's our drill night. Mama, there's going to be so many people here, I'll never even be missed. That's not true. John Boy said Hillary expressly asked for you. She was looking forward to hearing you play. I can't miss the drill. Mama, suppose... Suppose I make an appearance and I play the piano and then go on to my drill. If that's the best you can do, we'll just have to be satisfied. Ernst von Kleist was at one time co-publisher of the very liberal and influential Frankfurter Tageblatt. Since the Nazis came to power, von Kleist has either sold out or been forced out of the publishing business. Why was he forced out of business? Well, he probably wouldn't print a straight party line. He has also held a number of important diplomatic positions under the German Republic. Was that before Hitler? He is still in the diplomatic service, but with little rank or prestige. At present, he holds a minor post in the German embassy in Vienna. Could be why he sent his wife home to America. Was there any more about her on there? On her, no. It just says von Kleist is married to an American. They have one son. Well, I did. It seemed kind of dark in here. It's better this way. John Boy. Yeah. Here. Now, I want you all to be on your best behavior. Yeah, we don't want that lady to think we're a bunch of backwoods savages. They're here. Jason, Jimbo, they're here. I can't see anything in here. It's supposed to be this way. Good evening. I hope we're not too early. A dozen clocks in the house and no two of them the same. Hillary, you haven't met my husband, John? No, how do you do? Jimbo. Hello. Oh, Mr. Walton. What a charming place you have here. It's really... Calling it a night? Well, I might as well. I'm up there putting one word after the other to no good purpose. All I can think of is Hillary von Kleist. And I do hope she hasn't taken a turn for the worse. Mama should be back from the ballrooms by now. Kurt says she's in shock. I've seen a lot of swooning females my day. When I was a boy, young ladies were taught how to paint gracefully, the same way they was taught how to hand paint china to embroidery. But this lady was different, her swooning. Well, she just took one look at Jason, sitting there playing the piano, and that was it. But I don't want to miss any news. And from John L. Lewis's headquarters, there was only the terse no comment. Now it's time for our nightly transatlantic report from our special newsmen in the major European centers. Come in, Vienna. This is Edward R. Murrow in Vienna. A pall of uncertainty and fear hangs over this once carefree city. Tension flickers in the atmosphere like heat lightning. A few hours ago, there was another attempt made to assassinate Austrian Chancellor Kurt von Schusnick as he left his government offices. The would-be killers escaped in the ensuing confusion. But witnesses testified they were Nazi swastikas and shouted, Heil Hitler, as they fired. Armed gangs roamed the streets, chanting, Ein Reich, Ein Volk, Ein Zero. Thank you. How's Hillary? There's no change at all. We've tried everything we could think of to do. Well, Kurt's got to have a diagnosis by now. He says she's in shock, but he doesn't know what to prescribe for. He's going into Richmond in the morning to talk to a specialist. But if rest doesn't bring her around, he says there's nothing for it but to put her in a sanitarium. Oh, dear. How are the ballroom ladies standing up to that? They're upset, but they're rallying. Just such a helpless feeling. Somehow, it seems to be our fault. Look, Mama, that woman had troubles before she came to Walton's Mountain. Hi, everybody. I just talked to Kurt and Mary Ellen. It's terrible about Hillary. Jason, will you take that uniform off, please? What do we do? Try to get some sleep. An epidemic, like our president says. A disease that's spreading everywhere. How can we protect our sons? They'll manage. They're survivors from a long line of survivors. When you first put on your uniform and went off to war and I was carrying your baby, I used to pray there'd be a girl. That they'd all be girls, so that they wouldn't have to grow up and march off and kill or be killed. So we have four boys. And what would our lives be without them? I just don't know. It seems like we're just getting through a depression and we look back over our shoulder and something worse is coming along. I started to, but something happened on the way. You found $8? Nope. I was walking around Rockfish blowing the horn like this. We've heard it before. I realized I was being followed. Was the sheriff getting you for disturbing the peace? By a herd of lovesick cows, no doubt. No, it was a whole bunch of people. Some of them even followed me to Sykes Junkyard. When they got there, they started looking around. Ended up, they bought $12 worth of stuff. Just because of you and the horn? Well, we made a deal, you see. I walk around Rockfish a couple times a week blowing the horn and wearing this sign. Said he'd give me 10% credit on everything he sells till the horn's paid for. So everyone's happy, huh? Especially our old cow. Mama. Mama, I wish you weren't angry with me. I'm not angry with you. Sure seems like it. I'm angry with the way things are going. I'm angry with what's happening. I had such hopes for you. Nothing has changed. I'm not a different person just because once a week I put on a uniform and tramp around till my feet hurt. I know that. I'm sorry if I seem to be taking it out on you. It's just that I'm a mother and I can't bear the thought of anything happening to you. I've got flour all over you. Who cares? You look like a snowman. Jason. Jason, can you come with me over to the Baldwin house? Is Hillary worse? No, Mama, just the same. Kurt and Mary Ellen are gonna meet me down there. I had a notion that Kurt thought was worth trying. Sure. Hillary, we're so relieved. We were so frightened. Oh, I'm sorry. Can you all forgive me? Well, I hardly think that's necessary. We somehow feel that we were to blame. To blame? No, I'm grateful to you, especially to you, John. I don't see how you could be. I pushed you sort of hard. I'm glad you did. I really am. I'd like you to feel that I did it. I thought I was doing some kind of a job. Mrs. von Kleist, let's not overdo it. I'll be all right now, okay? I just sit down. No more hiding up in my room or in this last resort. I've been wanting to run away and hide for such a long time. Ever since the Reichstag fire. That was when the Nazis really took over. A lot of people did leave then, didn't they? Oh, yes, thousands went to Switzerland, England, and America. But not my Ernst. I would like you to meet him one day. He's a strong, courageous man. How he despises Hitler and what he's done. What he's doing and what he plans to do. But Ernst feels that he can fight more effectively from the inside. So, in spite of the insults and humiliations, we held on. We had one son, Peter. About your age, Jason. In his own way, he was trying to do in the youth movement what my husband is doing in diplomacy. Then, one night, about three months ago, he... Mrs. Lundquist. It's all right. I want to tell you. Peter's group was ordered to destroy a subversive printing press. The subversives turned out to be three elderly Jews. The boys started clubbing them. Peter couldn't bear it. He tried to shield the Jews. And he was beaten to death by his comrades. The Nazis insisted that the Jews had murdered Peter and gave him a hero's funeral. But one of the boys told us the truth. He loved music, especially Schubert. I went absolutely mad. I couldn't bear to stay in that charnel house a moment longer. I begged Ernst to leave with me. But, of course, he refused. I knew he would. And I deserted him, fled to America. For a hiding place where I could forget everything. Everybody. Pretend nothing had happened. This must have seemed like the perfect place. It did. At first, an idyll. A refuge from the insanity of the outside world. But there are no hiding places left. And no forgetting. I listened to you and I heard my husband. I looked at you, Jason. Heard you playing Schubert. Saw you in that uniform. And Peter was here with me. And that's when you decided to blank it all out. But it isn't any good. And I'm going to go back where I belong. This is your country. You're an American, Hilary. No, my place is with my husband. And if Ernst and the others who feel like him are successful, then perhaps other Americans won't have to go to Europe and fight. Believe me, Mrs. von Kleist, that's exactly what we want. But people over here have to know what's going on. And that's part of the fight, too. I know too many people in France and England and this country want to turn away and hide. But believe me, John, what you're doing matters to me and to my husband. Thank you. Listen to me. I sound like Cassandra predicting the fall of Troy. So solemn. Jason, you help us. Help us dispel the gloom. You play something cheerful and lighthearted. Hilary did return to Europe. Letters were exchanged and then Vienna fell. Our letters came back stamped address unknown. Hilary, her husband and the others who stood against the Nazis couldn't stem the tide. Other Americans did go to Europe, to Africa, to Asia and found the same courage that carried Hilary Baldwin von Kleist out of the sanctuary of Walton's Mountain and back into the heart of battle. Daddy? What is it, Jason? I guess you remember just about everything that happened to you in the war. I suppose some of the things you don't want to remember. That's right. They were good things. Oh, sure. Good and bad. What would you say was the best thing happened to you? Coming home. Good night, Daddy. Good night, son.