A Walk in the Clouds

Hey!

We did it!

Good luck, soldier.

When's the last time you saw her?

Our wedding day. Four years ago.

Let me guess. Met her on Friday, married her on Sunday,

shipped out on Monday.

Pretty much.

Me, too. I'll bet we don't even recognize them.

I'd recognize her anywhere.

I find the pheasant to be quite pleasant.

I find the pheasant to be quite pleasant.

How do you find the wine?

I find the wine extraordinarily...

Betty?

I prefer to dine at home alone.

Paul?

Paul!

When I didn't see you on the dock...

I didn't know you were coming today.

Didn't you get my letters?

I started to read them, I did,

but after the first few,

I couldn't bear to hear about all that fighting

and the killing.

I wrote you almost every day.

I know. And I kept them. Look.

See?

Oh, Paul, even the thought of you in all that danger,

it was just too much.

I knew if I got them, you were still alive.

That's all I cared about...

that you were alive...

safe.

That's all that was important to me.

Can you forgive me?

Yeah, sure.

I wrote to you. You got those, right?

Got a few.

I told you I wasn't a big writer.

I quite agree the distinction is dubious.

It's a course I'm taking.

Self-improvement.

His name's Armistead. He makes tons of money.

The whole country's making money

hand over fist.

You've been away, out of touch.

You don't know, but you will.

I went to make sure Mr. Sweeney held your job, like he promised.

He said you could start the day you got back.

Just make sure you wear your uniform.

Who could resist a war hero?

Of course I negotiated a raise.

Betty, I don't want to go back to selling chocolate.

You've got something better.

No...

I don't.

But, you know... in the war,

I had time to think about what's important,

about what I want out of life

for me, for us.

I wrote you all this in the letters.

Are we back to those old letters again?

You want me to read the letters?

No. It's just you'd understand what I'm feeling,

what I want.

Sweetie...

Tell me what you want.

I thought...

some time.

Time's money.

I want things, Paulie.

My whole life I've been without.

I want things.

Don't you want...

things?

And you'll wear your uniform, won't you?

My uniform?

To sell chocolates...

millions and millions of them.

Won't you?

Yes.

Here, let me help.

I'm sorry.

He's going to kill me.

It's just glass. You can replace it easy.

Sorry.

No, no, it's my fault.

Look at this mess.

Here you go.

Are you all right?

Ticket, please.

Had an accident.

Yes.

Thanks.

Hey!

Hey!

Thanks.

Speed you were going,

you could have made Sacramento before me.

You smell anything?

No.

Phew!

Hi.

Oh, my God.

I'm so embarrassed.

I wanted to apologize,

but you looked so peaceful.

Apology accepted.

Good book?

Quite a mouthful.

It's required reading.

College?

My master's degree.

Playing hooky?

No. I'm going home.

My family has a vineyard in Napa.

And you?

Uh, business in Sacramento.

The train goes to Sacramento.

My ticket didn't.

I mean, it did when I got on,

but...

Oh, no.

I think this is yours.

Yup.

I thought it was a mistake. I'm so sorry.

Is this seat taken?

How are you?

Look, uh, I'm Bill.

This is my buddy Herman.

And you're, uh...

Not interested.

I had a girlfriend once

that always used to say

she was not interested.

It was never what she meant, was it, Herman?

Most definitely not.

Not after she got to know me.

Stop it.

Fellas.

Fellas.

Lady doesn't want to be bothered.

Just let her be.

Oh, now what are we going to do?

Shut up, Herman.

I think he broke my nose.

I got to get to Sacramento.

Not on this bus, you don't.

I don't think we've been properly introduced.

I'm Paul Sutton.

Victoria Aragon.

I'm sorry about the bus.

I feel terrible.

All the problems I've caused you.

You should just keep going.

Who knows what will happen next?

There's always the possibility

of a forest fire, I suppose.

Why aren't you on the bus?

My stop.

You're waiting for a ride.

No. No.

A miracle.

He's going to kill me.

Who?

My father.

If you're still worried about that picture...

It's not about the picture.

Oh, God.

Look, it's none of my business,

but if you'd like to talk about it...

"I was not meant for the conventions of this world,

"not meant to be tied down.

I'm a... free spirit."

Who's a free spirit?

My professor.

He and I were...

We... We were...

I don't think just because some free spirit

broke up with you...

I'm pregnant.

You're very upset.

I can understand that.

Definitely understand that.

But, Victoria, look at the positive side.

It's a new life coming into the world.

That's a miracle in itself, right?

"I will kill anyone who dishonors my family."

How many times has he said that?

A hundred times, a million times?

I'm sure it's just a figure of speech.

My father means what he says.

Always.

He's... He's very old-fashioned.

If I come home this way without a husband,

he'll kill me.

I know he will.

How about if you do show up with a husband?

Who does what,