Episode 2
ELEANOR: Even President Roosevelt has sons in the service, all four of ‘em.
ANDY: Don’t kid yourself, Eleanor. Those boys have easy jobs. They’re not marching in mud and rain and eating from their helmets like our boys are.
RAYMOND: Thanks for the socks, everyone. I’ll put them to good use. And since it’s my birthday, I have an announcement.
ANDY: Lemme guess: you’re getting married! [ANDY chuckles at his own joke]
RAYMOND: No, Pop, I’m not getting married. I don’t even have a girlfriend. My big news is, I’ve joined the Marines!
[Beat]
ANDY: [Incredulously] The Marines? Johnny’s already in the Marines. Why join the Marines?
ELEANOR: No, Pop. Johnny’s in the Army. Albert’s in the Marines
RAYMOND: I’ve thought it over. I want to do my part.
MARY: [Shaking her head] No, Raymond, you’re not going anywhere. For one thing, you’re too young—-
RAYMOND: [Interrupting MARY] I’m eighteen!
MARY: And you need to finish school. School is important.
RAYMOND: The war is important!
MARY: The Banas family has five boys in the war. We’re not sending anymore!
RAYMOND: Come on, Ma. How do I make a real difference around here? I pump gas in my spare time. Big deal.
ANDY: You also shovel the walk. That’s very important!
ELEANOR: And you help Ma carry the groceries from the streetcar.
ANDY: And you’re good with a paint brush. Better than me!
RAYMOND: I wanna do something THAT MATTERS, for the war, before it’s too late.
MARY: Raymond Banas, you’re not marching off to any war!
[Beat]
RAYMOND: Well . . . I ship out in two weeks. I hafta bring a change of clothes for three days. It’s all here in these enlistment papers. [RAYMOND hands MARY the papers]
MARY: I don’t care. You’re not going. You can’t go. You don’t even shave yet!
RAYMOND: When Albert joined, you didn’t give him a hard time. You helped him gain the proper weight with all those bananas.
MARY: That was different. That was before the war. President Roosevelt promised we would stay out and we believed him. We never thought he’d see real fighting.
RAYMOND: [Disappointedly] I thought you’d be happy.
Continued 9/19.
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