Dead of Night

Darren!

Darren! Jesus Christ! Darren!

Darren!

Andy.

Andy.

Andy.

You can't die, Andy.

You can't die.

You promised, Andy.

You promised you'd come back.

You promised, Andy.

You promised.

Andy...

For that which we are about to receive

- make God make us truly thankful - Come home to me.

- ...and bless us. Amen. - Do come back. I know you are all right.

Come home, Andy.

Come home to me. You promised that you would,

you promised you're alive.

I hope you're all right.

Well, I'm starving. You carve the roast beef.

I think a man should always do the carving. Is it too well?

- No, it's just right, honey. - Pass the salad please.

Cathy, don't ever marry a man who can't carve a roast beef or a turkey.

It's traditional. Charlie's father taught him to carve

and he taught Andy to carve. It's something

that's passed down from generation to generation.

- Looks delicious, honey. - Glad you like it.

Andy likes it medium. There's a fine line that satisfies everybody.

- When Andy comes home... - Joanne's mother has a great recipe

for a vegetarian cutlet or something. She says it tastes just like meat.

Oh, that reminds me. Joanne called today.

She wanted to ask about Andy. We had a lovely conversation.

I promised her that once he came home we'd all have a lovely dinner together.

She was full of questions. Question after question.

She wanted to know what we heard from him, when he was coming home.

She... she still wears his ring. She's just mad about him.

Oh, please, I hope nobody will give me away.

I indulged in a little white lie.

Well, it wasn't exactly a lie, just...

I just told her that we had a letter.

A more recent letter than it actually was. I mean she was so concerned.

Good evening, Christine.

- George. - May I come in?

- What is it, George? - Good evening, George.

What can I do for you?

I...

I'm afraid I have some sad news for you, Charlie.

What is it Daddy?

I'm sorry, Charlie.

If there's anything I can do.

What is it, Charlie? What does he want?

- Give me a call, Charlie, if. - Thanks George.

What does it say, Daddy?

It's Andy...

Dead.

No.

Oh, God...

No, it's a lie.

It's a lie, it's a lie!

It's a lie!

No, Daddy.

No...

You've promised.

You've promised.

You're all right.

I can tell.

You're alive,

I know it.

I can feel it.

They lied.

They lied.

You'll come back.

You're alive.

Hey, soldier, where're you headed?

Come on, hop aboard.

Hey, Eddy, three with hash on the side.

What kind of language is that?

Whatever kind it is it don't apply to you.

Well, you could do worse.

I have, honey, I have.

- Yes, sir. - Can I see a menu?

On the wall, sweetheart.

Hey, Ed, here comes Howie.

- Hi, Rosalie, what do you know? - Why don't you shut off you engine

- and stay a couple of seconds? - No, I'm on later in Heldeneck.

I just stopped by for a pack of smokes.

Hey, Ed, give me two black coffees to go, will you?

Right.

- Say, who's riding with you? - Hey, don't tell the boss.

- Just a soldier I picked up. - Bad boy, Howie.

- You're not supposed to pick up hitch-hikers. - I needed the company.

- Turns out I should've left him on the road. - How come?

Mh, he's a real weirdo. He hasn't said two words since I picked him up.

Not even a thank you.

What kind of a soldier is he?

Theirs or ours?

Ours.

Okay.

Well, I thought we were being invaded.

Here's your coffee, buster. Come back and see me some time.

Thanks Rosalie. I'll see you on Friday, okay?

There you go, pal, I bought you a cup of coffee.

Jesus...

Daddy, I heard something downstairs.

What is it Charlie, what's the matter?

It's probably nothing.

Go back to sleep.

Butchie, bad dog.

Butch, how did you get in here?

Charlie, the door is open.

How can it get open? I thought I locked.

Nothing there.

Come, Butch.

Come on, Butch, outside.

Here.

Andy.

Andy.

- Andy! - I can't believe it.

Oh, come on in, son.

Come on in, son. Let's get a look at you.

Andy, did you where you wanted? You didn't write to us.

I was getting so worried. I can't believe you're really here.

Did you know they sent us a telegram?

Imagine those idiots in the State department. They had you in the grave.

Yes, they did.

How did you get here? Give him a cup of tea.

Cathy, make him a cup of tea.

- I'll go and get you some tea. - Joanne called, she wants to see you.

Everyone's been calling. Everyone's been asking about you.

The kids across the street, they want to play football with you.

I've got an idea. I know what I'm going to do.

I'm going to call everyone up and we're going to have a big celebration.

Oh, that's a great idea, hon.

Let's wait a while, Mom.

Well, I didn't mean tonight. I meant

not until you've had rested up for a couple of days.

- Here's your tea, Andy. - Nothing for me, thanks.

But, but Andy, you have to have something. I mean you're so thin.

I mean you must've had a terrible time.

Pretty rough over there, eh son?

Over where?

Andy, look, I'm not going to dwell on this but

do you know that they sent us a telegram tonight?

I mean they actually sent us a telegram telling us that you were killed.

They actually said that my son was dead.

I was.

Two miles east and you're right there.

You all have a lovely picnic

and I'm going to go inside and clean up the kitchen.

- Mother, join us. - No. No. You know I can't stand the mess.

Well,

you go ahead and if there's anything you need just call me.

Oh, Andy, she's so happy since you got back.

Well, sometimes I feel I ought to get down on my knees and pray.

Every five minutes, pray all day long.

It's a miracle, Andy.

A real miracle.

A miracle.

Poor guy.

Any idea yet what happened? Truck driver, wasn't he?

Well, what do you make of that, Doc?

- I don't know. - Looks like a needle mark.

Could be.

- Well, you think he was on dope? - Ted, don't speculate.

Wait till I've finished with the autopsy.

Boy, they really ripped him up, don't they, Doc?

They?

They?

Yeah, they really do.

Here, Butch, here you are, there it is.

What's the matter with you?

Well, that's a heck of a way to treat an old enemy.

- Just as well. I'll eat it myself. - Good morning, Ben.

Good morning, Mr. B. Say, what's the matter with that dog of yours?

He didn't bark or nothing, he just ignored me.

He's got more important things on his mind.

I don't know. Maybe he's got an upset stomach.

Had me a dog once ate a pickle. Can you imagine it?

A great big pickle. It was yeah long

and he got sick and he threw up all over Marilyn's caspius bed.

- I said don't blame me. - Ben. Ben.

Take a look over there.

Who's that? You got a visitor?

Marilyn took in some boarders once. Gee, what a mess.

- They loused up the whole plumbing system. - Ben.

Andy's home.

- Andy? - Yes.

Is that Andy? Well, I'll just be damned.

- Come on over and say hello, eh? - Andy, I'll just be double dog damned.

There he is. Andy.

Andy, when did you get back?

Well, I'm just going to shake that hand, boy.

Tell me, Andy, what time did you get in, huh?

- Got in Wednesday night, Ben. - Yeah?

Oh, is that an egg salad sandwich?

Catherine.

Ah, thank you.

Tell me, Andy, what do you do, just walk in and scare the pants off your old man?

We came downstairs, Ben, and there he was.