Ithaca Page #3

- The war to end wars, right,

tom?

- That's what they told us.

That's what they said.

- Hey, pal, I asked you

for a couple of drinks.

- Yeah.

- What are you gonna do

about it?

- Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Hey!

- Do you know

who you're talking to?

- Ralphie.

- I didn't mean nothin' by it.

- You got no idea.

- It's okay.

- I'm sorry, sir.

- It's okay. Don't worry.

Just... like you were.

As you were.

- You go on, miss.

- It's gonna be fine.

- You don't wanna be

with this guy.

- Here, here.

Good luck, soldier.

Come on, it's alright, pal.

- No, it ain't.

I'm scared, tom.

- Well, nowadays...

We're all scared.

Uh... Diana, she...

She's getting impatient.

She's having me have dinner

tonight with her parents.

You wanna talk about scared.

- I didn't think it'd ever

happen again, tom.

But no wonder, huh?

The fightin's... inside us.

It's inside of me.

It's what we are.

Till we ain't.

- Can I have another?

Gentlemen...

- You got sunripe, Mr. Spangler?

- I surely did.

129, give or take a handful.

- How'd you get there first?

- I ran!

- You beat western union

to sunripe running?

- Nothing to it.

- Yeah, it's a shame that

you got lost on the way back.

- What do you say you take

Ulysses here on home now?

- We got a pickup

from Guggenheim's.

That's down our way,

so I'll hike Ulysses home,

go to Guggenheim's,

then Ithaca wine, then Foley's.

Come on.

I'll be back in no time.

- I know you will.

- Bye-bye.

- It's just thunder.

That doesn't scare you, right?

- No, nothing scares me.

Go faster, homer.

Pay attention, homer.

Look around at this wonderful,

senseless yet beautiful world.

And feel compassion

for all things.

And their terrible way

of enduring... and dying.

Helpless...

And full of the world to come.

- Guess we're on our way.

Scuttlebutt's we leave

first thing in the morning.

- Yeah?

What do you think about, Toby?

What... what do you wanna

go back to?

- Uh, anything... I guess.

I don't have a girl like Mary

waiting for me,

sister like Bess.

Hell, I didn't even know

kids had parents

till I went to school and

heard the kids talk about them.

So whatever I go back to,

it'll be a place,

but it won't be people.

I'd like to think that I could

go back to Ithaca with you.

- You will.

- What do you think about?

- I think about my father.

- Matthew Macauley.

- Yeah. That's right.

- Yes.

- Uh, he worked in the orchards.

Just... plain, ordinary,

everyday work.

Never made any more money

than we needed.

Ever.

But he did save enough money

to make a down payment

on a piano.

My mother wanted that for Bess.

There are still men in the world

like that, Toby.

- Tell me about Bess.

- You wanna know about Bess?

You are in luck.

- Got a picture in your pocket?

- Yeah, I'm my pocket.

- Hi, Bess.

- Hello, Mr. Grogan.

- A little wet, huh?

- This is my friend Mary.

- Pleased to meet you, Mary.

- We're just on our way

to the majestic.

And here's homer's supper.

- We're going to the pictures.

- Oh. I'll see he gets it.

- Oh. Uh... hello.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Uh, ma'am.

- Hi!

- May I help you gentlemen?

- Uh, yeah, um... how much is

a telegram to New Jersey?

- Well, it's 25 words

for 50 cents,

plus a small tax and...

We don't count the address

or the signature.

- Alright, 50 cents,

that's not bad.

Uh, how much to San Antonio?

- Uh, half as much as, uh,

Jersey.

- That makes a lot of sense.

- So half of 50 cents,

that would make it...

- A quarter.

- 25 cents.

- Thank you.

- Alright, great.

- Here you go, sir.

Ooh, there it is.

- Huh?

- You're gonna have to pardon

my, uh, pal fat here.

He's just, uh, he's just

homesick something awful.

- It's not my name, no.

- Dude.

- You see, ma'am,

fat here and I, we're shipping

out tomorrow

and he's just a little nervous,

that's all.

- It's not my name. At all.

- Box.

Box? B-o-c... b-o-c-k-s?

- Uh, yeah, c-k-s.

- Of... of dried figs.

Dried figs.

- Yes, f-i-g-g-s.

- We were gonna go

to the picture show

and we were wondering if-if...

Well, if you wanted...

If you wanted to maybe come

with... if you wanted to come.

- Yeah, there's gonna be

a cartoon, I hear.

The cartoon's my favorite part.

- Sure.

- You would? We're going

to the pictures with 'em.

- Okay, hold on just one second.

- Don't worry about nothing.

- Love, Bernard.

- You're done. After you.

- I got it. I'll get the door.

- I'll get the door!

The greatest

double-cross in history.

Jap envoys talk peace

in Washington.

Jap planes, without warning,

bring war to America.

Our great pacific outpost

in the Hawaiian islands

is ruthlessly bombed

as Japan's perfidious

declaration of war.

Death and destruction unleashed

on a nation at peace.

On that fateful Sunday morning,

when this country was

extending a friendly hand

of conciliation and peace.

A nation,

like a person,

has something deeper,

something more permanent,

something larger than

the sum of all its parts.

It is that something which

matters most to its future.

- It's yours.

- Huh?

- Here, take it.

- Your sister Bess brought

your supper by.

She was with a girl,

a very pretty girl.

- Is it an important telegram?

That's Mary, our neighbor.

She's Marcus's girl.

I was gonna get us two pies,

but there's plenty here.

Will you share with me?

- Oh, no, thanks.

I'm not hungry.

- Maybe if you...

Started to eat a little,

your appetite will improve.

- Yeah.

We... we do have raincoats,

you know.

- Yeah.

I know.

I just...

Got caught in the rain.

They don't just... die

for nothing, do they?

- Well, I can't answer

that question, son.

I'm not sure

there is an answer to that.

It's a very young question.

I'm an old man.

Just try not to live in fear,

homer.

Would you run upstairs

and get my pills for me?

- Yes, sir.

- Ah, thank you, boy. Thank you.

- Yes, sir.

- Wait!

What's the matter?

- I'm sorry.

I've got a telegram

for Mrs. Claudia Beaufrere.

- Of course you do.

It's her birthday.

Mother!

There's a telegram for you.

It's from Alan, I'm sure.

Come in, young man.

Just a moment.

- Hello.

- Hello, ma'am.

- May I offer you some punch?

- No, thanks.

- Wait right here, I'll just go

get my change purse.

- There's no need.

I'll just...

I have to go back now...

To the office.

- Please...

Wait.

- Mother!

- Thanks. Thank you.

- So, uh... did you like it?

- Yeah, it was great.

- It was good, it was good.

- The cartoon was great.

- Yeah.

- Well, we need to go home now.

- Oh... well, uh... thank you.

- For what?

- I'm very fond of you.

- Think I could steal one too?

I'm shipping out tomorrow,

as well.

Try to remember...

That none of us

is separate from each other.

He is ours.

And we... are his.

- Come on, Bess.

- Bye.

- Whoo-wee!

- How you talk, boy!

- Oh man! Oh, man!

- Smooth! Silky smooth.

- Hoo!

- Ah.

The world's gone mad, homer.

- What's the matter

with your leg, boy?

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