the
drugstore today and l just got reminded.
Come on, let's go out and have fun.- Hello, Wilma.
- Good afternoon, Mr Parrish.
- Have you seen Homer?
- He's in the woodshed.
He wants to practise shooting.
So he can go hunting.
You'd have thought he'd seen
enough shooting in the war.
l guess he just wants to find
something to occupy himself.
l guess so.
l wish there was something
l knew to do for him.
His mother and l have tried
to make him feel at home,
but he just keeps to himself all the time.
Hello, Luella.
What are you kids doing?
Nothing. We're just playing.
That's his girl. They're engaged.
- Oh. Hello, Wilma.
- Hello.
- Looking for something?
- No. Go right ahead.
- How'd you do, Homer?
- Only fair.
Well, you did fine.
l'll do better.
l've been wanting to talk to you.
- What about?
- About everything. About us.
What about us?
We're all right, aren't we?
No. Listen to me, Homer.
l'm listening.
You wrote me that when you got home
you and l were going to be married.
lf you wrote that once, you wrote it
100 times. lsn't that true?
Yes, but things are different now.
Have you changed your mind?
Have l said anything
about changing my mind?
No.
That's just it.
You haven't said anything about anything.
- That's not loaded, is it?
- Of course it isn't.
Don't you think l know
how to handle a gun?
l don't know what to think, Homer.
All l know is, l was in love with you when
you left and l'm in love with you now.
Other things may have changed,
but that hasn't.
You wanna see how the hooks work?
You wanna see the freak?
All right, l'll show you!
Take a good look!
l didn't mean anything, Homer.
l was only...
l'm... l'm sorry, Luella.
lt isn't your fault.
Go on and play with your friends.
l know, Wilma. l was wrong.
l shouldn't have acted like that.
lt wasn't her that... burned my hands off.
l'll be all right.
l just gotta work it out myself.
- l could help you, Homer, if you'd let me.
- l've gotta work it out myself.
All l've wanted is for people
to treat me like anybody else,
instead of pitying me.
l guess it's hard for them to do that.
l've just gotta learn to get used to it
and pay no attention.
- Couldn't l...?
- No! l've gotta do it myself.
- Yes?
- OK, Pop, l'm going to bed now.
Be right with you, Homer.
- Night, son.
- Good night, Pop.
Thanks.
- Hello, babe.
- What you got there?
Our supper. Cream of corn soup,
potato salad, salami and liverwurst.
We're going to Jackie's Hot Spot.
l made a reservation.
- We're eating at home.
- Are you sick or something?
No, dear. Broke.
- Broke?
- You got it.
Well, what happened?
Where did it go to?
We spent it, babe.
That's what happened.
l didn't tell you
the money was almost gone
because l kept hoping
l was gonna land a good job.
But l'm not going to get one,
so we'll have to forget about Jackie's Hot
Spot and the Blue Devil and all the rest.
Why couldn't you get a job?
Have you tried?
Sure. l've been all over town -
all the employment offices and the USES.
They say l ought to spend
a couple of years as an apprentice,
or go to a trade school.
A couple of years,
with you going to kindergarten.
And what would l be doing
in the meantime?
You can always help me
with my homework.
- Fred.
- Yeah?
- Are you really all right?
- Of course l'm all right. Why?
l mean, in your mind. ls anything...?
My mind?! You mean
you think l'm going goofy?
l've been wondering.
What was Gadowsky?
- Where did you hear about him?
- You talk in your sleep.
Something's on fire
and you want somebody to get out.
You keep saying ''Gadowsky! Gadowsky!''
Gadorsky.
He was a friend of mine, a B-1 7 pilot.
He got it over Berlin.
- Can't you get it out of your system?
- Oh, sure
The war's over. You won't get anyplace
till you stop thinking about it.
- Come on, snap out of it!
- OK, honey, l'll do that
l didn't tell you, Fred,
but l got a little money saved.
Dinner's on me tonight.
You