All language subtitles for The Waltons S09E01 The Outrage - Part 1.DVDRip.NonHI.en

Hold it! Don't I know
you from somewhere?

You want coffee, you
better ask for it yourself.

- What's going on around here?
- Ain't no concern of yours.

Well, I'm making it my concern.

That's the way
it is here, mister.

Hey, I don't know who you are,
mister, but I'm the law around here.

I'm telling you
to clear out, fast.

Now, if the law allows
this kind of thing, it stinks!

Come on, Harley, let's
get out of this cesspool.

What was this Leroy fellow
supposed to be in prison for?

It was murder. He
killed a white man.

If you start running, they're
gonna think you're the man,

they're gonna come after you.

A 24-hour start,
John. That's all I ask.

I gotta pick him up and turn
him over to the proper authorities.

You wouldn't be
hiding him, would you?

He was railroaded and I can
prove it. I just need a little time.

But you can't put yourself above the law,
John, and that's what you're trying to do!

We're on to something,
Ep, I'm telling you!

You're gonna have to
answer to the law yourself.

By the spring of 1945,

there were no young men
left on Walton's Mountain.

But with the Allied Forces
close to victory in Europe,

hope grew that soon they
would be returning home.

The cost of defending
our freedoms ran high.

And in our patriotic fervor,
we sometimes failed to realize

that those freedoms were
too often not evenly distributed.

How'd you learn to tie knot
like that? In the Boy Scouts?

The Boy Scouts kind of
passed over my neighborhood,

but I did a little hitch in
that other war in the Navy.

- See any action?
- Down in the galley mostly.

Franklin Delano Roosevelt was
the Secretary of the Navy then.

I've always been kind of
proud to say I served under him.

You know, he's over in these
parts, over Warm Springs, Georgia.

He's taking a rest.

Only rest any of us are going
to get is when this war is over.

Harley, you forgot your lunch.

- Morning, John.
- Morning, Verdie.

That's the second time
this week you've forgotten it.

Don't you think I've got better things
to do than go chasing around after you?

Like what? Now, that's how
you got me in the first place.

And I'd do it all over again.

Come on, sailor,
we got work to do.

- Hot coffee, John. Harley.
- Thank you, Rose.

You two have a
good trip, you hear?

Thank you, Rose.
Don't wait supper, now.

I tell you, without
the boys to help him,

having Harley here has made all
the difference in the world to John.

Oh, it's everybody working together
that's got us ahead in this war.

Oh, I think peace is just
around the corner, I'm sure of it.

- Families together again.
- Oh, that'll be a nice feeling.

Rose, what do you hear
from Jeffrey and Serena?

Well, they're happy to
be back with their father.

Oh, it's for the best.

He has a nice new wife to
help him get straightened out.

- Elizabeth, how come you stood me up?
- What?

I've been waiting for
you over at the bridge.

Oh, I'm sorry. I
forgot all about it.

- Whose horses are these?
- They're ours.

Mr. Luke Bridgewater
owed Daddy some money

and so instead he
offered him the horses.

The mare is Molly
and the foal is Pepper.

- Yeah, they look like pretty good stock.
- Mmm-hmm.

Daddy's going to sell the foal
as soon as he's old enough,

but I get to keep the mare.

Oh, yeah? You always did
want your own horse, huh?

Isn't she pretty?

We get to ride all day
Saturday and after school.

- We? I don't have a horse.
- Oh, I meant me and Molly.

Oh.

Hey, where's your books?
We're going to be late for school.

Oh, you better go on without
me, I still gotta water them.

- Oh, I don't mind waiting.
- That's okay.

- Well, I'll see you later then, huh?
- Bye-bye.

Guess the old buggy's
overheating again.

I better change the fan belt. Why
don't you go fill up the Thermos?

All right.

Where you had them Krauts
working today, Jimmie?

Cutting timber up on the ridge.

I've got to get them back
to the POW camp tonight.

- They good workers?
- Ooh! They better be.

The way the war is going,
they know they're well out of it.

I'd be much obliged if I
could buy some coffee.

We're out of coffee.

You must be a
stranger around here.

Yeah, I'm just passing through.

Then you just keep on passing.

I won't be sitting at your counter,
I just want some coffee to go.

Get moving, boy.

This here is
government business.

German POW work gang and we don't
want any trouble from the likes of you.

Now, you hear me, boy?

I'll get moving, all right.
But I'm not your boy.

Hold it! Don't I know
you from somewhere?

You want coffee, you
better ask for it yourself.

- What's going on around here?
- Ain't no concern of yours.

Well, I'm making it my concern.

You mean to say, you'd serve this here
bunch of Nazis, you won't serve this man?

- That's the way it is here, mister.
- Well, that ain't right.

This man fought in the last war.
He's got a son in the Pacific right now.

- Come on, John, it's not important.
- Hell, it's not important!

Hey, I don't know who you are,
mister, but I'm the law around here.

I'm telling you
to clear out, fast.

Now, if the law allows
this kind of thing, it stinks!

Easy, John.

Come on, Harley, let's
get out of this cesspool.

Harley. I knew that was it.

Mary Ellen, what's
wrong with Chance?

Cindy, what are you doing?

Trying to learn how to milk a cow. I
can't figure out how it starts or stops.

Isn't Easy Jackson
supposed to do that?

Oh, he came by today to pick up his pay
and then he said he's going on vacation.

Easy was born on vacation.

He wasn't much, but at least he
was someone to help around out here.

What are we gonna do?

Well, I'll tell you what
we're not gonna do,

and that's bother
Daddy with this right now.

- We're gonna manage.
- No, Cindy, we'll manage.

- Wait!
- Get up, here, take this.

Look, Chance and I were just starting
to get to know how to do this thing.

Well, she'll hold still a lot better
if you give her something to eat.

Mary Ellen, you and I are
gonna have to split the chores.

You do the feed and I'll do the
milking, and we'll share the rest.

Now, look, both
you guys have jobs.

Why can't I be the
hired lady around here?

Because you have a
baby to take care of,

and besides that, you're much too
pretty to walk around smelling like a barn.

You also didn't grow up
in the country like we did.

I'm going to be in the kitchen
helping Rose get dinner.

We'll be in as soon
as we finish here.

And this is no call for charity.

This is our chance to
serve those who serve us.

As their Commander-in-Chief, I
call upon you, my fellow Americans,

to oversubscribe the
1945 Red Cross War Fund.

We cannot give too much

to those who have given us
the heroic hazard of their lives.

You have been
listening to the voice

of President Franklin
Delano Roosevelt.

And now, the Armed Forces Radio Service
brings you your favorite music from home.

I'll Be Seeing You. It's
our song. Cindy's and mine.

Reminds me of the most
romantic night in my life.

At ease, men, and listen good.

This outfit might be shipping
out at any time for a combat zone.

From now on, you will keep
your weapons within reach

and your helmets on
your heads while working.

Even at KP, Chief?

You look pretty stupid
just as you are, Walton.

You'd look even worse
with a hole in your head.

Remember, stay alert,
so you can stay alive.

Jones, Thompson,
you two come with me.

Norman, you and
Walton get your gear

and head back to that barracks
job you were on yesterday.

He's not human.

Forget it, Ben, let's hear
some more of that song.

I finished my letter to Jason. Are
you finished with yours to John-Boy?

Oh, in just a second.

Don't tell him about
Molly. I want to do that.

There you go.

- Are you ready for Jim-Bob, Erin?
- I already did Jim-Bob.

No, that was Jason.

These round-robin letters
are making me dizzy.

Be sure you get them
all in the right envelopes!

Well, I've already
addressed the envelopes.

There's one to Sergeant
John Walton, Junior,

and that will go to Paris.

Jason Walton, somewhere
in France, we think.

Ben Walton, with the
Seabees in the South Pacific.

And Corporal James Robert
Walton, Langley Field, Virginia.

All accounted for.

I'm surprised Cindy didn't
want to be a part of this.

Oh, I think she's still mad at us
'cause we won't let her do any chores.

She can have mine.

Now, you stay out of this. She's
too delicate to be doing heavy work.

Well, that's not all.
Cindy's very sensitive.

You have to be tough
to do farm chores.

Besides, we promised
Ben we'd look after her.

He'd never forgive us if
we had her slopping pigs.

Well, I'd like to see you try and stop
her if she takes the notion to pitch in.

Well, we're just going to have to
strong-arm her, and you're going to help.

Well, Lord have mercy.

I pity the poor fellows that have to
come home to the likes of you two.

Well, it certainly looks like it's going
to be a nice sun-shiny spring day.

You know, I sure hope
we get some deliveries in.

We're getting
awful low on stock.

Corabeth, you're putting nickels
in where the quarters go, there.

Mr. Godsey,

I think I am having a vision.

And you've got dimes
in with the pennies there.

This article says that there is to
be a post-war economic boom,

the likes of which this
country has never seen.

Soldiers will be coming home
with their mustering-out pay.

Industry will be converting
to peacetime uses.

And new houses will
be built across the land.

And real-estate prices
will soar, Mr. Godsey, soar!

Well, that's fine, but what am
I supposed to do for change?

But don't you see?
That is my vision!

I shall be the Jeanne d'Arc
of the real-estate business.

Get burned at the stake.

Just like you did when you opened
the dancing school and the beauty parlor

and the hat store here and the
tea parlor. They were all disasters!

It's not the same thing at
all. This is entirely different.

It's different? I'll tell
you what's different.

It's you women. You just don't
know your place in the world.

Now, look at this. You know how
long that button has been missing?

Oh, please. My time
is extremely valuable.

Oh, yeah, your time is valuable.
You're busy being Joan of Arc,

while I'm walking around
with holes in my socks

and I'm having canned
tomato soup for supper.

Why aren't women
like they used to be?

Oh! You mean
drones, galley slaves,

poor silly creatures who
devote themselves to men

and then are tossed
aside ever so lightly?

No. No.

They got to be warm and
caring like my mother used to be.

I can remember coming
home after school.

And my mother would
always have a platter

of homemade
peanut butter cookies

and she'd have a cold
pitcher of milk for me,

and I could smell the baked
bread coming out of the oven.

We didn't have much, but my
mother made a real home out of it,

a real home.

Why, Mr. Godsey, you've never
expressed these ideas to me before.

Well, I guess I just always thought I'd
come home to the smell of baked bread.

But I guess those days
are gone forever and ever.

Well.

Think we'll ever get around
to finishing this office?

You stop coming around to
play cribbage, I might just do that.

I'm not here for cribbage
today, John. Is Harley around?

No. Joe Murdock had some timber
to cut. Harley went along with him.

Yeah.

Say, did you two get
into some kind of fracas

yesterday at a place
called the Elite Cafe?

How'd you hear about that?

I got a call from a
deputy who was there.

Said he recognized Harley and
asked me to come check him out.

That two-bit deputy was mad at me.
He's just trying to take it out on Harley.

Ah, wait, John. He was a guard
on a road gang some years back,

and he claims that Harley
Foster's real name is Leroy Harley,

and he's a convict who escaped about
eight years ago and never been caught.

- You believe that?
- Well, of course not.

And I could settle it real quick if I
knew a little bit more about Harley.

Where he comes from, what
he was doing around that time.

Harley was born in Florida,
he grew up in Simpson County.

He served during the war, he
wandered around during the Depression,

he come here, he married
Verdie. You know Harley!

Yeah.

Well, I'll check it out. I'll tell that
deputy he's got the wrong man.

Tell him to go to
hell for me, will you?

Oh, I'll give him your best.

Oh, look, John,

I'd like to settle all this and not
let Harley know anything about it.

- Okay?
- All right.

I'll get back in a day or two,

maybe we can squeeze
in a game of cribbage?

Guess I'm about four
games ahead of you, ain't I?

I hope you're a better sheriff
than you are a cribbage player.

I'm the one who's
four games ahead.

- Hey, Ep.
- Yeah?

What was this Leroy fellow
supposed to be in prison for?

It was murder. He
killed a white man.

Cindy!

Whoa there, Cindy. You're going
to break your back with that old hoe.

Oh, that's okay. I
need the exercise.

Well, then why don't you bundle
Virginia up and take her for a long walk?

Virginia's taking a nap.

Well, I think it would be a
good idea if you joined her

and keep your young
skin out of this sun.

Rose, it's 11:00 in the
morning. I can't sleep now.

Forty winks a day keep the
wrinkles away! Now you scoot.

Here, go ahead, dear.

Oh, I guess I'll go write Ben.

Here, ho. That's a good girl.

Elizabeth, telephone. It's Drew.

- I can't talk to him now.
- It's the second time he's called.

Well, tell him I'll call him
back. I can't talk to him.

If you say so.

What's that?

It is a letter, Mr. Godsey.
Why don't you open it?

Is it from you?

Now, Mr. Godsey, who else
leaves letters on your pillow?

You know, the last time you left me a
note, you told me you were leaving me.

You're not leaving
me, are you, Corabeth?

Why don't you open it? I think
you will find it most enlightening.

"Dearest, Ike, I feel I
have failed you as a wife."

- Corabeth, that's not true.
- Read on.

"I cannot continue as assistant
manager of Godsey's Mercantile

"and do full justice to my
domestic responsibilities.

"Consequently, I hereby tender
my resignation from the store."

- Are you serious?
- The words, Mr. Godsey, the words.

"From this moment on, I shall
first of all be your devoted wife..."

Have you thought
this over carefully?

Ever since you opened
my eyes to your true needs.

I shall darn your socks,
sew on your buttons,

mend your shirts and fill the house
with the aroma of freshly baked bread.

But, Corabeth, who's going
to help me run the store?

Oh, Mr. Godsey!

Now, you took care of the
store long before I came along.

Don't you see? This is the
beginning of a new era for us.

Now, you must get into bed and
rest. You've had a very hard day.

I shall return au naturel.

Now, Corabeth, you know
I don't understand French.

You won't need to, Mr. Godsey.

Stars and Stripes.
Sergeant Walton.

Yes, Captain, I appreciate your
calling back. Did you find out anything?

Not a trace? Are you sure?

Yes, sir, that's the right name.
Walton, Jason W., Sergeant, Infantry.

Well, thank you for trying.

No, he's my brother.

He's over here somewhere and
I'm trying to get in touch with him.

If you find out anything,
will you let me know?

Thank you, sir.

- Where are we?
- Somewhere south of Paris.

You mean we went through
Paris and I was asleep?

Not much to see, it was dark.

My brother is stationed there.

Sorry, Sergeant. Didn't
see anyone out to meet us.

Must not have known
you were coming.

Well.

Got a critter raiding
your chickens, John?

Just the opposite.

I got a rooster who
wants to see the world.

Every time I patch one
hole, he makes another.

Sounds like my business.
Is Harley back yet?

What's up?

Well, John,

they never heard
of him in Florida.

Think I'd better go on
over there, see if he's home.

- I'll go with you.
- Suit yourself.

What you planning on
growing in here, anyway?

I saw some wild geraniums
over at the old Montgomery cabin,

I figured they may as well
do their blooming right here

in our window box, so
we can all enjoy them.

Well, I ain't never seen no woman
carry on so about flowers the way you do.

- Harley, Verdie.
- Hello.

Something we can
do for you, gentlemen?

Well, I hate to bother
you folks like this,

but I'm going to have to ask
you a few questions, Harley.

Honey, why don't you go inside
and fix our guests some coffee?

Whatever it is, I
want to be here.

All right.

Have you ever heard
the name Leroy Harley?

He somebody I should know?

Well, he was a convict who escaped from
a county work gang about eight years ago

after serving seven years
of a sentence for murder.

That deputy I had a run-in
with a couple of days ago,

he keeps telling Ep
you're the same man.

That can't be, and you know it!

Well, Harley, if you could
just prove where you were

while this other
fellow was doing time,

then I can tell this deputy he
needs to have his eyes checked.

Tell him anyway! We've
known Harley too long for all this.

John, I don't like this any
better than you do. All right?

Now, Harley, I checked
with your hometown,

and they don't know
anything about you.

Back where I come from, they don't
keep good records on white folks,

much less us.

Sheriff, it's hard to believe you feel
the need to go prying into Harley's past.

Well, I keep hoping that

this deputy will figure he's done
enough mischief and back off.

But until he does, I'd appreciate
it if you'd stick around, Harley.

Sooner or later we'll
get it all cleared up.

I gotta get back to town.

I'm sorry, Harley. I
feel responsible for this.

It's not your fault, John.

- Hey, Josh.
- Hello, Mr. Walton.

What did Sheriff
Bridges want, Daddy?

Nothing for any of us
to be worried about, Son.

Well, Ep doesn't really believe
that Harley is the man they're after!

No. He's caught in the
middle. He's just doing his duty.

Well, it's an outrage,
that's what it is.

To serve German prisoners
and refuse to serve an American!

And we send soldiers
oversea to fight for freedom

and then some people
over here don't even have it.

And negro soldiers are being
killed just as dead as white ones.

Well, I read the other day that Lena Horne
was appearing at a prisoner-of-war camp,

and when she came out on stage
she saw that the German prisoners

were seated in the front rows

and that the American guards,
which were mostly negro men,

were seated in the back.

I'll bet she had a
few choice words.

Oh, she didn't say anything.

She just marched down the middle
aisle, turned her back to the prisoners

and sang to the American guards.

Well, that's the kind of courage it's
going to take to change things around.

I'm afraid we're going to see
a lot more trouble before that.

I got news. I've got new pants.

I see that. Who got you
those? Your mommy?

No. From Pat.

From Pat? Where does
she live? On the next farm?

- Yeah.
- Okay, good.

Hurry, Josh, we'll be
late for prayer meeting.

He's dragging his feet as usual.

Same way I was at his age.

Are you sure you don't
want to come with us?

I don't like leaving
you here alone.

I reckon I could use
a little praying tonight,

but I'll just let
you do it for me.

You're not dwelling on that
business Ep was here about, are you?

No.

- Mostly what I'm dwelling on is you.
- Hmm.

Must be a full moon tonight.

I ever tell you how lucky I feel loving a
woman like you and being loved back?

Good times or bad, you've
been a real comfort to me.

- I'll stay home.
- Uh-uh. I'll get Josh moving.

- Your mama's waiting.
- Why do I have to go if you don't?

Well, now, that's a
pretty good question.

I reckon it's because I want you
to become a better man than I am.

- But nothing's wrong with you.
- Glad you think so, Son.

I bet Jody didn't have
to go to prayer meeting.

Your big brother went so regular
they almost made him chaplain

when he joined the Navy.

Now, you run along now,
one of us got to get to heaven,

or your mama's going to be awful
lonesome up there when her time comes.

Okay.

Well, Sergeant,
what's your complaint?

Too loud, too soft, or just
too marvelous for words?

No complaints. I was just wondering,
haven't I heard that song before?

That's an original approach.

Whatever happened to,
"Haven't we met somewhere?"

My brother wrote that
melody, I'd swear to it.

And I suppose your
brother's name is Jason.

As a matter of fact, it is.

- Walton?
- Walton.

I'm his older brother.
He calls me John-Boy.

You must be that crazy WAC
he met at Camp Rockfish.

- Jason said that?
- I think he likes you a little bit.

Well, sit down, John-Boy, and
tell me about it for a couple hours.

- What are you doing here?
- I'm driving for a colonel. How about you?

I'm working out of the Stars and Stripes
office. They send me out into the field,

you know, a little bit now and
then, but most of the time I'm here.

Small world.

Well, just might be smaller if I
could find out where Jason is.

- He's headed this way?
- As a replacement, I think.

Haven't you heard from him?

No. I've been on
the move so much,

my mail hasn't begun
to catch up with me yet.

With all the pull I've got
you'd think I could locate him.

Well, look, I've got more connections
than the Manhattan Water Department!

I'm working for a
really big-shot colonel.

- I'll find him.
- I'll bet you don't, not before I do.

- I'll take that bet.
- A bottle of champagne?

- You're on!
- All right.

Oh, good evening, Corabeth.
Haven't seen much of you today.

Well, you left right
after the cordon bleu.

I thought perhaps you
were stepping out on me.

Well, I didn't get much further
than the fancy soups here.

Corabeth, I gotta put
a few of these cans up.

I'll be along in
just a few minutes.

Oh, by the way, is there anything
you'd like me to pick up on the way home?

Well, perhaps some starch.

I thought you might like your
shirts a little crisper from now on.

Corabeth, you're too good to me.

Well, I must get
back to my domain.

I have a few more
wifely chores I must do.

Oh, Corabeth, I want
to thank you for this.

And I really do appreciate
you taking good care of me.

Well, I rather enjoy it, Mr. Godsey,
it's a pleasant change for me.

Um, Mr. Godsey,

you are putting the corn in
the green vegetable section.

- It goes over there.
- Oh! Thank you, sweetheart.

But that's where
I like to put 'em.

- John.
- Is that you, Harley?

- I have to talk to you.
- Come on in.

Just figuring what we need
to start that new job tomorrow.

I won't be here tomorrow.

Came to ask you to look
after Verdie and Josh for me.

What are you talking about?

I'm telling you, I'm the man
they're looking for. I'm Leroy Harley.

I came to see you because
you're the only man I can trust.

Because you stood up for me
the other day. I have to get away.

Harley, you just
can't walk in here

and tell me you're a fugitive
from justice and walk on out.

Ain't no way I'm letting
them take me back.

How do you know I'm not going
to call Ep as soon as you go?

'Cause you know me, John,
and you know I'm not a killer.

Harley, well... Why don't you
sit down and tell me all about it?

I come from a sharecropping
family down South.

We worked hard, but the land was
poor so there was never enough to eat.

After our son Jody was born,
my wife Lily and I moved into town.

And I learned to become
a pretty good mechanic.

The trouble started
a few years after that.

I fixed a car for a
big shot down there.

His family owned
about everything in town.

Him and his brother came
in one night to pick it up.

They were both drunk.

I tried to collect for the job.

The owner of the car
thought it was too much.

He started pushing me around.
I was trying to protect myself.

He was swinging
this big wrench at me.

To keep from falling into the
lube pit, I shoved him away.

There was grease on the floor.

He slipped. He went down hard.

He hit his head on a tire rim.

He didn't get up.

I swear to God, John, I was
only trying to protect myself.

There's no other witness
except the man's own brother?

Yeah, and there was no doubt
about what the verdict was going to be.

- Did you have a lawyer?
- Yeah, a man named Moore.

There was a lot of talk
in the town against me.

People didn't take too kindly
to him saving me from hanging.

He kept telling me he was going
to get a new trial, but he never did.

I heard later he
moved to Richmond.

It was about 15 years ago.

Harley!

I figured you were still at
prayer meeting. Where's Josh?

He's with the preacher's wife.

I felt something was
wrong when we left home.

And when I was
sitting in church,

something came over me
that I ought to come back.

I found the note you left.

I don't care what
you're accused of.

If you're leaving,
I'm going with you.

Wouldn't be any kind of
life for you, Verdie, or Josh.

What kind of a life do you
think we'll have without you?

You're innocent, Harley. Stay
here and fight it. Clear your name.

I was innocent all of them
years I spent in the work camps.

Eating wormy gruel before sunup.

Slop for supper after dark.

And in between nothing
but back-breaking work.

Waist-deep in water hauling
stumps out of swamps.

Beatings, leg irons, the
sweatbox if you complained.

I knew men who broke their own legs
to keep from going on the work gang.

Later I got word my
wife Lily was dead.

I knew Jody was alone.
I couldn't stand that.

I'd been in that place long
enough to figure a way out.

So, one night I
made a break for it.

I was lucky.

I outsmarted the
dogs and the posse.

Couldn't let my son
grow up an orphan.

Is that when you come here?

We kept moving till
I thought it was safe.

I knew it was time to stop
running because you were here.

A 24-hour start,
John. That's all I ask.

Twenty-four hours,
Harley, two days, a week...

If you start running, they're
gonna think you're the man,

they're gonna come after you.

No, I'll head north.
Change my name again.

I'll send for you
when it's safe.

Spend the rest of your
life looking over your back,

waiting for them to catch up?

Harley, you got a new
life here. You got a family.

You've proved that
you're a benefit to society.

There's got to be something to
be done, a new trial, a pardon.

Listen to him, Harley.
Things are changing.

They're no different
back where I come from.

She's right. Things are changing.
The barriers are coming down, Harley.

You got to trust
justice someday.

Justice ain't the
same for everybody.

What about this lawyer?

Let me see if I can find
him, get something started.

What about Sheriff Bridges?

He doesn't know
you're the man for sure.

- We still got some time.
- Please, honey.

Harley, I promise you, if it doesn't
work out, I won't stand in your way.

I give you my word.

Well, hello, Elizabeth.

You seem to be spending an awful lot
of time with that horse of yours recently.

It's a big responsibility.

Yes, I remember how it was
at your age to ride the wild wind,

astride a handsome horse,

feeling all that
strength and power.

I'd like to buy some
jodhpurs. Do you carry them?

Oh, I don't know, you'll
have to ask Mr. Godsey.

I am no longer employed
at the mercantile.

I am simply another housewife,
shopping for her husband.

- You are?
- I am.

And I am seriously
considering going to Rockfish.

Mr. Godsey simply does not have
the merchandise he used to have.

Walton! Wear it!

And you'll need this, too!

Oh, come on, Chief. There isn't a
Japanese troop within 100 miles of us.

They don't send
calling cards, Walton.

And the next time
I catch you without

either one of those,
you're going on report.

Now get back to work!
We're behind schedule.

You heard me, Walton, move it!

Moore, Nathan Moore.

I'd like to know if he's
practicing in the state.

Yes, please.

I'm trying to locate that lawyer
friend of yours at Bar Association.

The man could be dead by now.

Yes? He's retired?

Have you got an address on him?

I sure would appreciate that.
Call me collect when you find out.

Thank you.

They're going to
try to locate him.

Can't help thinking I could probably
be clean out of the state by now.

Come on, let's get to work.

Hi, Cindy. What are you up to?

I'm trying to fix this
latch on the door.

I'm afraid Chance is going
to wander out some night.

Well, here, let me help
you, you'll get splinters.

I can do it!

Hey, I'm sorry.

Look, it's just that everybody around
here thinks that I can't do anything

except wash diapers
and curl my hair.

I'm about ready to explode.

Yeah, well, don't do
it on my account, huh?

I'm sorry. It's not your fault.

Look, I think Elizabeth's
over there with the horses.

Yeah, I know. Isn't she always?

Elizabeth, you sure
are hard to get a hold of.

Hi. You know Molly knows me?

She comes right up to me
when I come to the corral.

Yeah, well, she ought
to, you're with her enough.

Every spare moment's important.

You know, I forget, are
we going steady or what?

Not unless you've
found another girl.

Well, I mean, we hardly
see each other anymore.

Well, you got that job
at the soda fountain.

Oh, don't blame it on me!

It's okay. I know you're
trying to buy a car.

Well, look, I got Saturday
morning off. How about a picnic?

The last time we
went on a picnic,

you brought a fishing pole
and I brought all the food.

I kind of had the same
thing in mind for this time.

All right, I'll see what I can do.
The ride over will be good for Molly.

What am I supposed to do,
ride alongside on my bike?

You can ride Blue.

That old mule? Not on your life.

It was good enough
for my brothers.

It's not good enough for me.

Okay, I'll meet you there.
10:00, Drucilla's Pond?

Yeah, I guess.

Hmm. The stupid
rooster's out again.

Could you put him back for me?

- Sure, why not?
- 10:00.

Okay.

- Well, hello, Verdie.
- Sheriff.

- Harley around?
- Not right now.

Are you sure?

- It's serious this time, isn't it?
- Yeah.

I'm going to have
to look around inside.

But I told you, Harley's gone.
There's nobody here but Josh and me.

Verdie.

Come here, Josh.

Verdie, I'm real
sorry about this.

- Mama?
- Hush now.

Is Harley over at John's place?

- I don't know where he is.
- Verdie.

I'm going to have to find him
sooner or later, you know that.

Take the shortcut through
the woods to the Waltons.

Tell your daddy the
sheriff's here. Now hurry!

- Howdy, John.
- Ep, how's it going?

Not too well, John.

About as jagged as the
teeth on that old buzz saw.

Harley ain't working with
you here today, is he?

No, he's not. As a matter of
fact, I could use some help.

No, I got him out looking
for some equipment.

What?

John, I find that kind of funny.

What did you send
him off like that for?

I told him to stick around here. I might
have some more questions for him.

Is that what you're here for,
Ep? To ask some more questions?

No, John, I...

I got a warrant here
for Harley's arrest.

And some papers that identify him as
the man they're looking for, take a look.

Harley ain't no
murderer and you know it.

That's not for you or
me to decide, John.

I gotta pick him up and turn
him over to the proper authorities.

Sorry, Ep, can't help you.

You can't help, or you won't?

John? John?

You wouldn't be
hiding him, would you?

Ep, we've known
each other a long time.

I just hate having
to lie to you.

Do you know what kind of
trouble you could bring on yourself?

Harley's a wanted man!

He was railroaded and I can
prove it. I just need a little time.

But you can't put yourself above the law,
John, and that's what you're trying to do!

We're on to something,
Ep, I'm telling you!

He's got no more business
being in prison than you do!

I just need a couple
of days to prove it.

Can you give me
a couple of days?

Will you just give me one day?

Huh?

All right, John.

I'm going to turn my
head for 24 hours.

But if you haven't
produced Harley by then,

you're gonna have to
answer to the law yourself.

English -SDH