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Okay, J.D.,

you can take
her on home.

Here, get on
out there.

Houston: Garvey!

What you say?

Jonathan: Houston?

Looks like you
got your work
cut out for you.

Oh, that big ol'
building up there.

I no more than get
one side plastered
and painted

then the other side
goes to pot.

Now, you love it
and you know it.

If it wasn't for
them kids I wouldn't.

I just love kids.
God's only mistake,

he lets 'em
get to grownups.

Yeah, but he
makes up for that.

Now, just take you,
for example.
How old are you?

60-something.

Yeah, 60 or something
years old,

and here you are
acting like a kid again.

Is that a compliment?

Well, of course it is.

Well, thank you,
Mr. Garvey. Ha ha!

Man: They're fine-looking
boys, aren't they?

Michael? Josh?

Hold up your heads, now.

Josh?

Look up at Mr.
and Mrs. Rooney.

He's just a little
shy, that's all.

Could we speak to you
alone for a moment?

Certainly. Um, Ms. Mason,
take the boys out into
the hall, please.

Come along, boys.

Ms. Mason, I'd
like you to stay,
if you would.

Certainly.

I'll be right out.

They're fine-looking
boys, aren't they?

There are a
few questions
I have to ask.

Certainly.

From the time
the boys first
came into the room,

the little one
never spoke.

Well, he is very
shy, as his
brother told you.

You asked Michael
to say something,

but you never
asked Josh.

Why was that?

Ms. Mason, can
the boy speak?

Have you ever
heard him speak?

No, I haven't.

But I know he will.

How long have
the boys been
at the orphanage?

Well, uh, we're
a new facility here.

We've only been
open two months.

And how long have
they been here?

Since we've
been open.

Have you had
the boy examined?

Ms. Mason: Yes.
We found nothing wrong.

He'll be all right,
Mr. Rooney, believe me.

It's just they've
gone through so much.

Being deserted by their
mother and father,

coming to a strange
place to live.

I understand that,
but you have to
understand my position.

Adopting two children
at once is a big
responsibility.

I know, but--

please, hear me out.

Raising two boys
isn't easy at best.

And I don't think
it would be fair
to my wife or myself

to attempt it when
one of them appears
to have a problem.

I told you. The boy
has been examined.
He's all right.

Then make
him speak.

Bring him in and
make him speak.

We'd like to
adopt Michael.

We'll give him
a good home.

Ms. Mason: But they're brothers.

All they have is each other.

Please, Mr. Case.

I understand
how you feel,

but it is our job
to find homes
for the children.

Sometimes, it's impossible
to keep them together.

Mr. Case, I beg you.

Mr. Case: That will
be all, Ms. Mason.

Take the boys back
to their room.

Mr. Case: Well, now,
um, when will you be
ready for the boy?

Mr. Rooney: As soon as possible.

Mr. Case: Well, there
is some paperwork,

but if we rush it, I
think we can have everything
ready in a week.

Mrs. Rooney:
That'll be fine.

I do hope you understand
how my husband and I feel.

Mr. Case: Of course I do.

All done.

Let's get some sleep.

Yeah, I bet it's
going to feel good.

[Indistinct]

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll sure
put in long hours.

Just remember
we don't know
when it gets dark.

I never thought
of that. Ha ha!

What about you?

Don't you think
that's enough
for the night?

I'm quitting.

You know, the best time
to plaster this here
place is at nighttime.

So them young'uns
won't be running their
fingers through it.

Well, enough's enough.

You know, you're not
getting any younger.

Oh, yes, I am,
Mr. Garvey
told me so.

What?

Yeah, never mind.
It was supposed
to be a compliment.

I'm going to pack
this stuff all up
and put in the shed

and then I'm going
to hit the sack.

Same here.

Yeah, good
night, Mary.

- Good night to you, too.
- Good night, Adam.

That's it.

Oh, my god.

[Grunts]

If you get
so young again,

how come your
dad-gum bones are
always itching?

[Child coughing]

Well, what do you know?

I wasn't expecting
company this evening.

What's the matter?
Cat got your tongue?

I'm talking to you, boy.

Easy, young fella.

You're perfectly welcome here.

I generally entertain
folks up in my room.

I got some
cinnamon bread and
hot tea a-brewing.

You're perfectly welcome.

Uh, I don't blame you.

Eating with old
folks ain't nothing.

But if you change your mind,

I'm right inside at
the top of the stairs.

You turn to the
right, door's open.

And I generally
make pretty good
cinnamon bread.

Ah, I cut a couple
of pieces here

in case you changed
your mind.

Kept yours
in the pot.

Didn't want it
to get cold.

Ain't nothing worse
than cold tea...

Except maybe
a cold nose.

Sure is good.

You fellas from around
these here parts?

Nope, just
passing through.

Yeah?

Where you headed?

Don't know yet.

Don't know yet?

I ain't never
been there myself.

You boys traveling
kind of light,
ain't you?

We manage.

I wouldn't
doubt that.

By the way, my
name's Houston,
Houston lamb.

I'm Michael.

Nice to know
you, Michael.

How about you,
young fella?

Michael: He's my little brother.

Name is Josh.
He don't talk much.

Well, smart fellows
usually don't.

Well, you're welcome
to spend the night here.

Michael: We don't
want to put you out.

Houston: Ah, we
got plenty of room.

Got a big bed
right over there.

Ah, now, just
help yourself.

Traveling man needs
a lot of food.

Keeps him going.

Good, ain't it?

[Chuckles]

Not a sign of them.

I have to go
and tell Garvey.

I'll get dressed.
It'll just take
me a moment.

There's no reason
for you to go.

Yes, there is.
I'm responsible
for what happened.

What are you
talking about?

I knew they heard
what went on in the
room this afternoon.

I knew they were
going to run away.

Michael told you?

He didn't have to.

I could tell by
their little faces.

Then why in heaven's name
didn't you do something?

What was I supposed
to do, Mr. Case?

Tell them they've lost
their mother and father

and now they're going
to lose each other

but it's for
their own good?

I'll just be a moment.

Just as cute as can be.

I hate to tell
on you, boys.

I bet your mom and pop's
worried sick about you.

Just as cute as can be.

What reason them boys
have for running away?

I don't know what
you're implying.

We treat the
children very well
at the orphanage.

I'm not implying
anything.

Just like to know
why they ran away.

Might help me to
figure out where to
start looking for them.

Mr. Case found a home
for the older boy,

Ms. Mason: But the adopting
parents couldn't see their
way clear to taking them both.

And the boy can't talk.

Quite frankly, I don't
think we'll ever be able

to find a home for him.

Wouldn't be fair
to hold Michael back

to deny him a chance
for a family.

Did you ask him?

Ask him what?

If he wanted
to be separated
from his brother.

We run the orphanage,
not the children.

That's a shame.

I don't think I like
your tone of voice.

I don't really
care, Mr. Case.

If you don't have
any more information for me,

I think I'll just
start hunting.

Houston, you need
something from me?

What?

You want something
here, Houston?

I just wanted to get
out of the rain.

Keep dry till it lets up.

Well, make
yourself to home.

You got troubles?

Just runaways.
They'll turn up.

Come along, Ms. Mason.

Come on, boys,
wake up.

Wake up, now. We got
some talking to do.

I know it's early.

Now, I can't tell
you what to do.

It's your own
decision.

Now, they're
looking for you.

You start running around
the countryside,

they going to find you.

Now, I got a little
shack outside of town.

It ain't much, but
you can hole up there

until something
comes in better.

And you can stay there
as long as you want to,

and I promise I
won't say nothing.

Why?

Why what?

Why didn't you tell
them where we were?

Well, I guess folks
think I'm getting senile.

What's senile?

That's a pretty
good question.

I expect it's a word
that most folks use

so they won't have
to pay no mind to
what old folks think.

You know what I mean?

Kind of.

Well, you want to try it?

- We'll try it for a while.
- All right, then.

Let's get going
before the town
gets up.

Michael: Houston?

Yeah?

Well, most folks don't
pay no mind to what
we think either.

Guess that makes
us all 3 senile,
don't it?

Yeah, I reckon so.

All right, come on,
boys, we got to move.

Houston: Come on.

Whoa!

Come on, let's get
this unloaded and
have some lunch.

That sounds good.

Charles.

Hey, Jonathan.

What are you
doing here?

How you doing?

I could use some sleep,
but other than that,
I'm all right.

What's going on?

Aw, a couple
of boys ran away
from the orphanage.

I been out looking
for them all night.

No luck, huh?

No.

Tell you what,
after we get that
wagon unloaded,

we'll give you
a hand looking,
if you like.

I appreciate
that, Charles.

Why did they
run away?

Come on inside
and I'll tell you.

Got to get
some coffee.

Can I have some
coffee, too, pa?

You take
half milk?

Yes, sir.

Michael: How long
till they bite?

Houston: Ah, kind
of hard to tell.

Michael: I wish
they'd hurry up.

Houston: How come? You
got someplace to go?

Michael: No.

Houston: Well, ain't
no use to hurry up,
then, is it?

There is for me.
I ain't never been
fishing before.

Didn't your pop...

Naw, pop never
thought much
of fishing.

He said it was
kid's stuff.

Well, he's probably right
about that there.

Ah, guess it don't make
much sense to some folks

to sit for hours trying
to catch some fish

they can go
buy in a store
for a few pennies.

Well, why do
they do it?

Well, for
two reasons.

One is no matter what
happens on this earth,

a fella can go out
and catch his supper

to provide for
himself and his family,

and that's a pretty
good feeling.

What's the
other reason?

Now, that's the
important one.

It's just fun,

pluperfect fun.

Look, Josh, you
got a nibble.

I'll tell you when,
I'll tell you when.

Okay, now, now!

[Laughing]

I told you
you'd get some!

I told you
you'd get some!

Whoo, that sure
is a pretty fish!

You caught the
first one, Josh!

Now, Michael, let's see
if us older folks see
if we can't catch one.

Michael: We will.
I just know we will.

Houston: Well, when
we do, we got to gather
up some firewood

so that we can cook us up
a lunch fit for a king.

[Laughter]

You get the firewood
and I'll get the water.

Charles: Hey,
you there, boy!

Whoa!

Think he was
one of them?

He's the right age.
Sure plenty scared.

Let's go in
and find out.

Come in.

Houston.

Land sakes alive,
Mr. Ingalls
and Albert.

How are
you doing?

We're just fine.
We just saw a little
boy run in here.

How's Laura?

She's fine.
About this
little boy--

well, what a special
little lady.

I know she is.

Houston, a couple
of boys ran away
from the orphanage.

I know that.
That's one of them
just run in there.

Have y'all had
your lunch yet?

I got some
fresh fish.

Well, when did
you find them?

Well, yesterday.
Well, I didn't
exactly find them.

Yesterday? You
know Jonathan's

been looking
all night for
those boys?

I know. I know
all about
that there now.

Y'all sure
you don't want
some fresh fish?

No, never mind
the fish. I don't
want any fish.

Why didn't you
tell Jonathan
they were here?

That's the second time
that question been
asked me that today.

I'll just put
this here lid on.

Let it simmer
a little bit here.

And close the door,
Mr. Ingalls,

and y'all
make yourself
right at home.

Come on out,
boys.

Come on out,
Mike and Josh.

Come on down here.

Mr. Ingalls, I'd
like for you to
meet Michael and Josh.

And this is Mr.
Ingalls' son Albert.

Hi.

Well, let's all
sit down now so we
can talk proper.

Uh, go ahead and sit
down, Mr. Ingalls.

Sit down, Albert.

Now, Mr. Ingalls,
this ain't going
to be easy,

'cause we don't know
all the answers.

Now, I know my not
telling ain't right,

but it ain't right
to separate
these two boys.

Now, you don't think
that's right, do you?

Well, no, I don't.

Houston: You see, boys? I knew
Mr. Ingalls was the kind of man

who wouldn't think
that's right.

Now, hold on a minute.
Just because I don't
think that's right

doesn't make what
you did right either.

I mean, you can't just
keep the boys here.

Well, how
come I can't?

Because it's not
right, that's why.

Well, you're a
hard one to figure
out, Mr. Ingalls.

You just said that orphanage
place wasn't doing right,

and I'm trying
to stop them,

and you say
that ain't right.

Now, one of us
got to be right,

and one of us
got to be wrong.

Now, which one is it?

Well, Houston, I don't think
you can just boil this down
to right and wrong.

Boiled or stewed or
fried, don't make no
never mind to me.

I just want an answer
to my question.

Now, come on,
give me an answer.

I don't know.

Well, you see?
We're both in
the same boat.

You don't know what's
right and wrong,

and we know
what's right,

but we don't know what
for to do about it.

Now, what we got to
have is a little time.

A little time won't hurt
nothing, well, will it?

I suppose not.

You see? I knew Mr. Ingalls
was our kind of folks.

All right, it's just
for a little time.

Remember that.

Yes, sir.

I can't keep a secret
like this forever.

Remember that.

Yes, sir.

Well, come on,
Albert, let's go.

Michael: Mr. Ingalls?

Yeah?

Me and my brother
want to thank you,

and we're sure glad
you're senile, too.

I'm what?

Just an expression we use.
Don't pay no mind.

Thank you,
Mr. Ingalls.

Whew!

There you go, boys,
right to sleep.

We had a long day.

We have to say
our prayers.

You know, I
plum forgot that.

Prayers are
kind of private.

They sure are.

See you boys
in the morning.

Good night,
Houston.

Good night.

Well, god...

We, uh...

Guess you heard what
Houston said today

about giving us
a little time.

What we'd really like
is a lot of time.

You see, we'd like
to stay here with
Houston forever.

I know that isn't a lot
of time to you, god,

but it is to us.

He's a nice man.
I'm sure you
must like him.

Anyways, we'd really
like to stay.

That's about all.

Amen.

Oh, yeah, god.

Please bless
mom and pa.

Help them be happy.

Amen again.

[Sniffling]

Forgive me
for listening,

but you know how
nosy the old folk is.

So that's what I
was going to...Say.

Save a lot
of time for you.

Listen to me,

I was going to say the
same thing the boy did.

They mean it.

[Sniffles]

[Knock on door]

Come in.

Hiya, Mr. Case. My
name is Houston lamb.

Uh, I saw you
the other night,
didn't I?

Yes, sir,
you sure did.

Well, please,
uh, sit down.

Thank you, sir.

Now, what can
I do for you?

I'd like to adopt
some children.

I'll be honest with
you, Mr. Houston.

It ain't Mr. Houston,
it's Houston lamb.

Oh, I--I'm sorry.

Uh, well, Mr. Lamb,
as I was saying,

I must be honest
with you.

We usually
look for parents
who are...

Well, younger
than you are.

Well, younger
don't mean no better.

Mr. Case: No, no, of course not.

Um, but might I have your age
and the age of your wife?

I ain't married.

Mr. Case: I see.

But I got a nice farm.

It's just out of town
here a little ways.

It'd be real good
for bringing up kids.

Well, I'm sure
it's very nice.

Um, well, now...

In your case, the
financial aspects would
be of prime importance.

Yearly income,
money in the bank.

Where do you bank?

I don't got no
bank. I don't got
nothing to bank.

Oh.

Uh, well, how has
your farm been doing?

Well, I ain't been
working for a couple
of years,

but I got
everything I need.

I got a roof
over my head,

and the fishing
is real good.

Mr. Lamb, I am
sorry, but...

I really think
we're wasting
each other's time.

There's just no way
for you to qualify.

If you had a good
working farm...

I'm sorry.

Uh...uh, Mr. Lamb,
um, I said that,
uh, I'm sorry.

Now, uh, if you
will excuse me,

I have a lot
of paperwork.

Yes, sir.

Working farm.
Working farm.

Well, if that's what
they want, that's what
they going to get.

Houston: Get in there, myrtle.

Got a lot of work to do.

Get in there,
myrtle.

Me and you done
this before.

Get in there!

There you go.

Get going!

Old man case needs
a working farm.

He'll get a working farm.

Here you go.

That-a-girl, myrtle.

That-a-girl.

Michael: Houston!

Whoa, myrtle.

Brought you
some water.

Thank you, boy.

Whew, you boys
still cleaning?

Yes, sir.

Good, I want that place
clean as a whistle

when I come in from
plowing, you hear me?

It will be.

You sure you're not
working too hard?

Naw, I ain't
working too hard.

I'm hard as nails.

Now, I'm the best daggum
farmer in these here parts.

Now, don't worry
none about me.

Just get on back there
and do your business,
you hear me?

Yes, sir.

Houston: Get in there!

I talked to your ma,
told her it would be
a few more days.

Did you tell
her why?

No, it was too hard to
explain on the telephone.

I just said
it was business.

She's a little mad
about your missing some
more school, though.

Well, she won't be
too mad when she
finds out why.

I suppose.

Jonathan.

He looks pretty
bushed, don't he?

Yeah.

I'm going to have
to tell him.

But you promised.

I know that, but we're
kidding ourselves.

I'm just avoiding things
for a few more days.

No matter what I
do, it's not going
to be fair to anybody.

I'm sorry.

Jonathan?

Charles,
any luck?

No.

Yeah, me either.

Like them two
just disappeared.

Well, I'll get me
a bite to eat, and
I'll go back out.

I know where
they are.

You what?

I know where
the boys are.

I've known
since yesterday.

I don't understand,
Charles.

Why didn't you
say something?

I couldn't. I promised
the kids and Houston.

Houston?

Yeah, they're
at his place.
They're fine.

Now, you mean to tell me
I've been out all night
and most of the day

combing the countryside

and you've known all along
where those boys were?

Look, the old man
just wanted a little
more time, that's all.

Time? For what?

I don't know, he just
didn't want to see

two little boys
split up,

and I don't blame him.

Neither do I.

We just can't pretend
like the problem's
going to go away.

I know.

I got to go out there
and bring them back.

You know that,
don't you, Charles?

Yeah.

I just can't face the
old man and those kids.

I understand.

Look, let's go over
and tell Mr. Case that
the boys are all right,

and then I'll ride out
and bring them back in.

Houston doesn't have to
know you said anything.

I'll...I'll just kind
of drop in on him.

I appreciate it.

You start in,
I'll tell Houston
the supper's ready.

Go on and eat.

Houston!

Houston!

Houston!

Please, get up!

Please, get up!

I'll get some help.

Come quick,
it's Houston!

In the fields,
he doesn't move,
please help!

Jonathan: I'll get
the doctor. You better
keep the boy here.

I think he'll
be all right.

Thank god.

He'll need rest,
lots of it.

I don't know
what got into him.

I told him 5 years
ago to give up
working the fields.

I just don't know
what got into him.

Love, I guess.

Doctor: Well, he
wants to see you.

Don't talk
too long.

I won't, doctor,
thank you.

Just look at
this place.

He wanted to
adopt a child.

He hasn't
got anything.

He's got a heck of
a lot of things you
don't have, Mr. Case.

Heck of a lot
of things.

Well, I'd...Better
get the boy back.

Come on, Josh,
time to go.

Josh, time to go.

It's all
right, Josh.

Houston's going
to be all right.

I think you
better go along now.

Mr. Case?

What's going to happen
to Michael and Josh?

Nothing has changed,
Mr. Garvey.

Michael will be adopted
at 10:00 tomorrow
by the Rooneys,

and that will be
the end of it.

Good night.

I didn't hear
you come in.

I must have dozed off.

We can't blame
you for taking
a little catnap.

You put in
a hard day.

Hard day, my foot.

When I was your age,

I could work a plow
mill into the ground.

I can believe it.

How are my boys?

Ah, they're fine.

Just worried about
you, that's all.

I let them down.

I promised them
everything would
be all right.

Houston, you
did your best.

No.

No, I didn't.

I lied to myself
first, and...

That made it easier
for me to lie to them.

I couldn't give 'em
a proper home.

Always knew that.

Mr. Ingalls, don't let
them separate my boys.

They'll listen
to you. I know
they will.

Houston, they're not
going to listen to me.

Yes, they will.

You ain't old like me.

Promise me you'll try.

Promise me...

You'll try.

Houston?

Doc?

He's just asleep.

You better go.

I'll stay with him.

He's sleeping.

Where's Josh
and case?

They went back
to the orphanage.

Case have anything else
to say before he left?

Yeah, said that
nothing's changed.

That the adoption
goes through at
10:00 tomorrow.

Charles, I don't think
there's anything we
can do to stop it.

I have to try.

I promised the
old man I'd try.

I think I am the best
judge of what is good
for the children.

And I think
the boys are.

Mr. and Mrs. Rooney,
all those two boys
have are each other.

You're still
strangers to them.

Mr. Ingalls,

don't make this
more difficult
on us than it is.

Difficult for
you? What about
those two boys?

How difficult do
you think this
has been for them?

Mr. Ingalls,
please!

I think we've discussed
this long enough.

As soon as Ms. Mason
has Michael ready,
we'll be leaving.

Well, I guess
that's it, then.

Ms. Mason: Mr. Case,
they're gone.

The boys are gone again.

You knew about
this, didn't you?

Mr. Case: You had
something to do
with it, didn't you?

I only wish I had.

How long do you think
they've been gone?

I'm not sure, a
few hours at most.

Well, Mr. Garvey, you
had better get started.

And just remember this
never would have happened

if it hadn't been
for that old man.

Houston: That's
probably true.

The boys came back
to pay me a visit,

and doc was up all
night, and we don't
want to wake him,

so, we borrowed
his horse and buggy
and came back.

You have interfered
with the law just once
too often, Mr. Lamb!

What are you going
to do, lock me up for
the rest of my life?

Heck, that'll hardly
give me enough time
to unpack my bags.

Now, why don't
you sit down
in that chair

and be quiet for
a while and listen?

Are you
the Rooneys?

Well, you're the two
I want to talk to.

I think the boys
should wait outside.

How come?
It's their lives
we're talking about.

A fella ought to be able
to hear what's happening
to his own life.

Folks always think
they know what's
best for other folks

without even asking
what they think.

Mr. Rooney...

Why don't you want Josh?

Come on,
come on.

Say it in front
of the boy.

Well, what do you know?

Seems we got two
folks in the room
that can't talk.

But I think Josh
has a better reason.

If he could speak, what
question would he ask?

Why'd my ma and
pop leave me?

What's going to
happen to me now?

Why don't somebody love me?

Ain't much reason for
him to talk, is there?

Well, it's not
true that Josh
don't make a sound.

Oh, it ain't talking,

and I'm sure you ain't
never heard it, Mr. Case.

But I have.

It's filling this
whole room right now.

You don't hear it
with your ears.

You hear it
with your heart.

It's a silent cry--

a cry of love.

A cry of caring.

I just hope to
god you never
hear that cry.

But Josh has.

Don't make that
cry grow any louder.

Give the boys a chance.

I'm sorry if I let
you down, boys.

But no matter what
you think about me...

I love you.

Well...

I expect that's
all I can say.

I better get
doc's rig back.

I love you.

I love you.

Dear god,
he spoke.

If it's all right
with the boys...

We'd sure like to
have both of them.

I don't want to hear any
complaining out of you.

If you had done
your studying in
the first place,

you wouldn't be
getting any homework.

Mind that wet paint
on the right!

Use the railing!

How's it going,
Houston?

Just fine
and dandy.

You know, you've only
been back a week.

You're not overdoing
it, are you?

I ain't overdoing
nothing.

I wish everybody
would quit asking
me that question.

Houston, we wouldn't
be asking you if we
didn't care about you.

I ain't got no time
for caring. I got a
lot of work to do.

[Bell ringing]

I got to mix me
some more paint.

Ha ha ha!