My Son John
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- 1952
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What's the matter, pop?
You're gettin' kinda clumsy,
huh, boy?
Don't forget,
I didn't handle the ball,
I was a tackle.
That's right, pop.
They always went through you.
Is that so?
Mother, we're waiting.
Lucille, will you
please hurry up?
We're going to be late.
Dan Jefferson!
Please be quiet,
the baby's asleep!
I'm sorry.
Don't lose your temper, pop.
You know today's Sunday.
Yes, I know,
but this happens every Sunday.
Every Sunday, I...
see what I mean?
Five minutes to.
Don't get impatient, Dan!
I'll only be two minutes.
Why don't you start the motor
or something?
Bring the car around front.
Have I time to wash it?
Hahaha-ha-ha,
that's very funny.
I think I better drive, dad,
you're a little nervous.
I'll drive.
I'm not nervous.
Boys, I love your mother,
but when I think
of all the man-hours
that I've lost waiting for her,
I... I could have...
you could've painted the house.
Good morning.
Good morning to you.
Good morning.
Hello, Joe.
Good morning.
Well, Chuck and Ben.
It seems only yesterday
that I baptized you two boys.
That's right, Bob.
Our prayers go with you,
you know that.
Thank you, father.
Where's John?
Isn't he coming today?
Oh, uh, well, he...
he was, uh, detained.
He'll probably be
at the house for dinner.
May your guardian angels
be right alongside your boys.
And if the going gets rough,
I hope they're a little out
in front of us, father.
Yeah, doing a little
blocking for us.
I'm going to miss you.
I'll drop by the house
and pick you two up later.
Where's your car?
We're just around the side here.
Well, I'll go
around there with you.
Little more wine.
Oh, no, Dan, no...
now, now, this is not
gonna hurt you at all.
Hey, take it easy there, pop.
We don't want to leave
with our mother under the table.
Yeah, she oughta stay sober.
Well, we've drunk
to everything else,
let's, uh, let's have
a toast to, uh,
well, to John
in absentia.
John'll show up, pop.
Don't get worried.
- There.
- Sure.
He's probably down
at the station now.
Yes?
It's Western union.
All right, I'll take it down.
Oh.
Not coming.
Mmmm.
Ten cents a word.
Not him.
He uses $2 words.
Thank you.
He can't come at all.
Aw, that...
that's tough.
"Due to sudden official business
am indeterminately
detained here.
Try to make it next week.
Good luck to Chuck and Ben
and love to mother
and dad."
I'd like to see that.
That "love to dad."
He really said it, Dan.
I sw...
believe me.
He said love, he meant
for everybody.
Well, that's that.
Well, anyway,
you fellas could make it.
Would have been so nice
if we'd all been together
on this...
On their last...
Oh.
What time, what time?
Bet it's the padre.
Yes, or it'sa station wagon.
Oh, hello, father.
Is it that time?
Well, uh, if I were
to drive the boys
all the way to asheville...
how are you, boys?
I think... I think
we better be getting started.
This is the first time
you haven't been glad to see me,
but I understand.
I understand.
Well.
Write, you two.
Sure.
Sure, mom.
We'll send you an opium pipe.
So long, sweater girl.
You all right?
I'm fine.
Ouch.
Oh, Dr. carver.
Hello, Lucille.
Did you say,
"come on in?"
Oh, yes.
Well, I was just going to.
Hi, doc.
Hello, Dan.
Come on in.
Well, who's sick?
Maybe he is.
Oh, I wanted to tell you
how sorry I am that I missed
Ben and Chuck last week.
But half the county
is having a baby binge.
Well, there's nobody sick here.
Well, there's nobody
going to be.
Sit down and pay attention.
Well, what on earth?
Now an old back talk.
Mm-hmm.
With the boys off
fighting a war,
a woman at your time of life
is going to be under
a bigger strain
than she is already.
Now, these are good.
Proven it.
I want you to take
three every day.
Go and take one right now.
And when they're gone,
call me up.
I'll be seeing ya.
Now, you listen here.
You listen to him.
You have dizzy spells, don't ya?
Listen to the doctor, will ya?
Look at him.
Look, doctor,
if anything is happening to me,
wouldn't you say
that it's just about
what's been happening
ever since wars and women began?
All I know is
that women your age
sometimes bust up
with far less reason.
Well, I'm not going
to bust a bustle.
I'm not mentioning any names,
but I have two wrapped up
in the rest home right now.
I bet I can guess
who one of them is.
- Is it...
- never mind.
Never mind.
Well, don't you let her
get away with that.
I went to school with her.
You know, Lucille,
I admire your attitude
and I agree with you.
What God intended.
She used to go to school
on Saturdays.
Lu, will ya...
will you do
what the doctor says?
Go take one of these right now.
All right, all right.
Good.
The frail little woman
will do his biddin'.
Happy?
Doc.
What do you
really think it is...
oh, now, Dan, Dan.
If anything ever
happened to her, I...
don't worry.
You are!
Finally!
Hello, mother.
It's been almost a year now.
Let me look at ya.
Oh, I feel fine, mother.
Now wait a minute!
This is supposed to be
a happy occasion!
Oh, here's your father.
Well, well, John.
Welcome home.
Thank you, father.
Ah, taller than a lamp post.
Well, you haven't changed much
that I can see, father.
I feel about the same.
John looks
a little tired though,
don't you think?
Uh, no.
Looks good to me.
It's so good you could
make it, John.
Too bad you couldn't
make it last Sunday
'cause we had the kids home...
oh, now, that's all right.
That's all right.
He sent a wire,
he said goodbye to the boys.
Dr. carver's in here.
Oh.
Hello,
Dr. carver.
What gives with you around here?
Oh, friendly call, no charge.
Good to see you again, John.
Looks like a young
Uncle Sam himself,
doesn't he, doc?
How are things down
in Washington, son?
Everybody's beginning
to see things as they are,
aren't they?
Well, some of us, father,
are not so much interested
in seeing things as they are,
as we are in seeing things
the way we'd like them to be.
Well, just as long
as you'd like them to be
for the old red,
white, and blue,
it's all right with me.
Well, Dr. carver,
nobody can ever say
that we weren't brought up
on those good old
American bromides.
Well, the bromides can come
in pretty handy sometimes,
can't they, doc?
Yes, even when our thinking
gets shaky,
there's nothing better
than good old bromides.
Oh, wait a minute.
Might as well keep it on,
I'm going to get mine now.
Where are we going?
Mass, eleven.
Unless you'd rather
go at twelve.
No, no, eleven is fine.
in Washington?
Saint Patrick's.
Well, I'm all in a cloud
of bedsides.
Good luck, son.
Now, keep us going down there.
Doctor, you know in my
catechism and cookie days
around here, I'm afraid I took
you rather for granted.
Oh?
But I think you'll be
interested to know
that I've learned
to take my hat off
to science and to research.
Uhhuh.
Well, we fellas, that is,
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