All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S02E06.The.Chicken.Thief.WEBRip.x264-ION10

When I look back
on Walton's Mountain

I remember that our parents,
by word and by example...

took some pains to teach us

the practical lessons of life
and its virtues.

But though I had
been well taught

there came a time when
I doubted my own honesty

and questioned its true value.

Give me your bag, Mrs. Spears,

and I'll put this packet
in it for you.

Okay, and I've got it on your
charge. You have a nice day.

Hey, John-Boy!

What's the matter?

You realize that
I don't know anything about you?

Well, what do you want to know?

I come here every day
and I say "Hey, Ike,"

and you say "Hey, John-Boy."

I say, "Ike, is there any mail?"
and you say "Yes" or "No"

but I don't really know
anything about you.

I don't know what you think,
or what you feel about deeply.

Why don't you step
into my office

and I'll give you
the story of my life.

I wish I could, but the truth
of the matter is that

I got a list of chores
for my Daddy.

I just came in to see if Mama's
Sears-Roebuck package arrived.

The package isn't here,
but I tell you what

we got a letter here
for your brother Ben.

-A letter for Ben?
-Hmm-mm.

Hey, Grandpa.

-How are you, Grandpa?
-Is school out already?

Yes, it's almost 4:00.

I didn't realize
I'd been here that long.

-How've you been, Yancy?
-Fine, John-Boy.

Your daddy been hunting lately?

He's been pretty busy
around the mill.

It's my busy season, too.

I'll stop by, though,
one of these Saturdays

and drag him away
from that mill long enough

for us to go shoot
a mess of quail.

You can do better
than that, Yancy.

I never should have missed
that shot.

I think he's got you.

That's the last chance
you're gonna get.

John-Boy, here's this letter
I told you about.

It's from Liberty magazine.

-Thank you.
-Liberty?

You sending stories to them,
John-Boy? That's big potatoes.

This is for my brother, Ben.
He sells Liberty.

One day he'll be peddling an
issue with one of your stories.

-That would be something?
-Yes, siree.

Just watch my smoke.

25 cents, Yancy.

Mr. Walton, you're
just too good for me.

I would play you another game

except I think it's time for us
to get home to the womenfolks.

Yeah, I got to get going, too.
Got some customers to go see.

Come on home, John-Boy.

Does a soul no good to loiter
around a pool hall too long.

-See you later, Ike.
-So long, Ike.

-Bye, Ike.
-Bye now.

We'll be looking
for you some Saturday.

I'll be there.
We'll get them birds.

Maybe your mama will cook them
with some of that fine gravy

and some of those fresh,
thin, flaky biscuits.

Stop it! You're making
me hungry, Yancy.

You want to drive?

No, I think I'll take
the rumble seat this time.

Come on, put it right here.

-You on?
-Thank you.

-Giddyup.
-Yancy, we'll be seeing you.

We'll see.

-Giddyup.
-Come on, let's go.

-We'll be looking for you.
-Likewise.

Hey, Grandpa.

When Yancy's talking about his
customers, what does he mean?

Yancy's work
is highly secretive.

I've always
respected his privacy,

and I advise you
to do likewise.

-Hey, Daddy!
-Glad you decided to come home.

-Be right there.
-As soon as we park the car.

Oh, Daddy's mad.

The women will be, too.

I think I'll deal
with them one at a time.

You will?

-Hi, Grandpa.
-Afternoon, all.

Afternoon? It's gone.

Just like you've been all day.

I ran across some friends there
and we got started talking.

Then how come you've got blue
chalk on your hands?

Well, sometimes when you're
talking, it helps to play pool.

-It's sort of relaxing.
-Stop it! Now wash up.

Mama, your Sears package
didn't come in yet.

-I'm sorry.
-Thanks, John-Boy.

Go see if your father
can use some help.

I will, just a second.
I gotta give this to Ben first.

-You know where he is?
-He's upstairs in his room.

Ben.

Ben, I've got
something for you.

I guess I'll go
give John a hand.

You should've thought
about that at noon.

-Stop!
-Ben, come on.

-What do you want, John-Boy?
-I've got a letter for you.

-No kidding?
-No kidding.

Well, are you gonna open it up
or save it till Easter?

-Well?
-It's just a letter.

-About your subscriptions, huh?
-I got to go back up and study.

You sure took your time
getting back from Ike's.

You know how it is down at the
store. You get to talking.

I promised Charlie Potter
these fence posts

before the day was out. The
day's almost gone. Let's go.

Alright, we're going.

I'll go see where
Charlie wants these stacked.

-I was ready to give up on you.
-I told you I'd bring them.

Come on in while I get my coat.

Okay, John, come on through.

Are you scaring my chickens,
John-Boy?

-Guess so.
-Did you see anybody?

Last week somebody stole
a whole bunch of my chickens.

If they come back
and try it again

I'll fix their wagon
once and for all.

Are you sure you didn't
see anybody, John-Boy?

-I didn't, It's dark. I didn't--
-Okay.

If it happens again,
I'll take care of them.

Okay, let's stack
these timbers in the barn.

-Daddy?
-Ah-huh?

If you see somebody
break the law

and it's not a big crime,
just a small one...

you're supposed
to report that, aren't you?

That's what they say.
Otherwise you're guilty, too.

Somehow it doesn't
seem quite fair.

Did something happen back there
at that chicken coop, son?

Something you
want to talk about?

Not right now. I haven't really
figured it out yet.

I bet you I can beat you home!

-John-Boy?
-Yeah.

-Guess what G.W. told me today?
-Who cares?

Just try and guess.

I couldn't care about anything
that G.W. could tell you.

It was something romantic. What
would you care, you old grump?

-You're as bad as Ben.
-What's the matter with him?

He's not speaking
to anybody, either.

-I'll see you at home.
-No, you won't!

Hey, Jason, put these
in my room, will you?

So I told this old gal, I said:

"Honey, you've had
four husbands already

and they've all passed on.

"Well, I don't like the odds.
So I'm gonna pass on right now."

-Hi, son.
-How's the world treating you?

-Okay.
-Stayin' for supper, Yancy?

Uh, no,
Mr. Walton, not today.

I just dropped by to jaw for a
while. Maybe tomorrow, though.

Daddy, is there
any work you want done?

There's some hay in the barn
that needs stacking, son.

Well, I'd better
shuffle off to Buffalo.

Sorry you can't stay, Yancy.
Come when you can.

I will, Mr. Walton.
Wait a minute

I just remembered,
I got a story to tell John-Boy.

Something he might write about.
I'll see you two later.

Let's go wash up, Pa.

-See you later, Yancy.
-Bye-bye.

I figured we got
some talking to do, John-Boy.

I'm real sorry about last night.

Sorry for what you did,
or sorry you got caught?

I came here because I wanted
to explain to you.

You don't have to explain,
I saw you steal something.

"Steal" is kind
of a harsh word, isn't it?

I'd like you to know why
I borrowed them chickens.

Well, sir, there's a lot
of people in this county

who just can't seem
to make ends meet.

And there are others,
like old Charlie Potter

who got more than they need.

So, every once in a while,
I borrow from them who has

and give to them who haven't.

Robin Hood, huh?

I admit I have heard
about that old boy.

But the gospel truth is,
I never took nothing for myself.

Only for them I knew
to be needful.

Yancy...

When you do something on your
own, that's your business.

But when I see you do it,
that makes me part of it.

Why do you figure that?

I talked to somebody last night,
without mentioning you.

He says that when a person sees
somebody else committing a crime

if he doesn't say anything
about it, then he's guilty too.

-The law's a peculiar thing.
-I've been worrying about it.

I worried about it last night
and this morning.

I worried about it
on my way to school

and on my way home
from school.

John-Boy,
I respect your feelings.

I'll tell you what.
You forget about last night

and I'll see to it you got
nothing to feel guilty about.

How're you gonna manage
to do that?

If old Yancy can sneak in there
and take two chickens

he can sneak in there
and put two back.

Yeah?

Well, that would be a fair deal.

-Morning, all.
-Morning, Grandpa.

I must have overslept.

I tried to wake you,
but you were snoring so loud

you didn't hear.

Esther, I have never
snored in my life.

What I don't understand
is how you can sleep

through all that noise.

-Morning, Grandpa.
-Morning, Elizabeth.

-Morning, Grandpa.
-Morning, Jim-Bob.

-Good morning, Grandpa.
-Morning, Erin.

Children, would you say good
morning to your grandpa

all at once so he can eat?

Good morning, Grandpa!

Good morning, Waltons all.

Alright, everyone,
let's get to the chores.

Mary Ellen, help Grandma
and me with the washing.

But Mama, it's Saturday!

Erin, you help with the ironing.

-Do I have to, Mama?
-You do.

When you've cleaned up your
rooms, get out behind the barn.

The weeds are getting over six
feet tall out there.

-Do you need me right away?
-Got something better to do?

I got to go to Ike's
and pick up Mama's package.

There'll be plenty of work
when you get back.

Who knows, Ben, there might be
another mysterious

letter from Liberty for you.

I got to clean my room.

-Hey, Ike.
-John-boy.

Have I got something for you.
Come on over here.

I just got it all together.

I know you were waiting
to see this.

What?

-Here.
-What's that?

You wanted to know about me
so I got all these

things together
so you could study.

You didn't have to go
to all that trouble.

Here.

-Is that you?
-That's me, 1 year old.

My mother took that. She
was way ahead of her time.

She wore a slave bracelet
on her arm, had her hair bobbed.

She was from over near
Scottsville, Virginia.

-She was a Brewster.
-Really? I declare.

And look over here.
Here's my high-school annual.

And here's my manual
from my motorcycle that I got

and then, wait a second
Where is this?

There's my honorable discharge

from the Army
of the United States.

I have a whole bunch of stuff
in here that you can use.

You can take it home
and you can study it and....

What do you think
you're gonna write about?

I hadn't planned
to write anything.

I had, of course, intended
to write something eventually.

I mean that someday,
I certainly, of course....

I intend to write about you.
I wanted to wait for a time

when I can to do justice
to you in words.

You're a very fascinating
person, Ike.

I do intend to write about you.

I see. Here, you take it,
it's all there.

Thank you.

Ike. John-boy.

Good morning, Sheriff.

-How are you, Ep?
-I'm tired.

Been up all night,
tracking down some leads.

Yeah? What happened?

Charlie Potter. He got himself
shot. Some chicken thief.

-Well, was he hurt bad?
-No, just creased a leg.

You have any idea who shot him?

Yeah, from what Potter told me,
I got a pretty good idea.

We'll see.

There you go, Lindbergh.

I'm not Lindbergh,
I'm Wiley Post.

-You look like Lindbergh to me.
-No, I'm not.

Jason, where's Daddy?

He's around the side,
fixing the fence.

I gotta see him.
Take care of Blue.

"Take care of Blue."
Is that all you ever say?

Just do it, Jason.

Jim-Bob, get down from there!

Take this package to Mom.

-Why?
-Because I said so. Get down.

Alright, you don't
have to holler.

Take this up to my room,
too, please.

Jason. Hey!

-I was only kidding.
-Jason, let me down!

Jason! Jason!

Mama! Let me down!

-Alright, be quiet.
-Come on, Jason.

-Daddy?
-What is it, son?

Charlie Potter got shot
in the leg by a chicken thief.

-Shot?
-And I think I know who did it.

-Here, Mama.
-Thank you, Jim-Bob.

Oh, that's pretty.

Aren't they beautiful colors?

I can make a dress
for each of the girls.

So Yancy promised me he'd return
those two chickens to Charlie.

And you think Charlie Potter
surprised Yancy

and he shot him?

I don't know.
I don't know what to think.

I think I should've told the
sheriff about it at the store.

The first thing for us to do
is to ask Yancy himself.

Do you think he's gonna tell us
if he shot Charlie Potter?

He might tiptoe around
the law once in a while

but he's not about
to go shooting people.

You pull the truck around.

I'll tell your mama
we'll be back in a bit.

Yancy.

Yancy.

Yancy.

-Gone.
-What do you want to do now?

He visits all over the place.
We'll just keep asking, I guess.

-Mama?
-Ah-huh?

-I got to talk to you.
-Go ahead.

Ben?

It's about this letter.
I want you to read it.

Liberty magazine.

Ben, this is wonderful!

It says here you've won
their poetry contest.

-It was for the carrier boys.
-Well, it's still a great honor.

Five others won, too.

It says here your poem will be
published in their next issue.

Ben, I'm so proud of you!

Aren't you pleased?

Ben, what's wrong?

I did something just awful.

Want to tell me about it?

When I first read
about this contest

I didn't know what
to write about

so I went through some
of John-Boy's old poems.

Some he'd written
when he was about my age.

And?

I sort of used one
of John-Boy's poems.

He's going to be mad, Mama.
He's going to hate me.

He's not going to hate you,
no matter what you've done.

But I do think you ought
to talk to him about it.

I haven't gotten up the nerve.

You're not going
to feel right until you do.

But what will
I say to him?

Why don't you just
tell him the truth?

Okay, Mama.

Floyd, how you doing?

Slow, John, awful slow.
If it wasn't for my garden.

and a little hunting
and fishing now and then

my family would be
mighty hungry.

I know what you mean.

You seen Yancy
today, Floyd?

No. It's been....

Two or three days ago, he
stopped by. Left four fat hens.

I took them over
to Lennie Blankfort's family.

He's up in D.C. looking for work
and his family's mighty hard up.

You don't happen to know
where he is today, do you?

Hard to say, John.

-Yancy keeps on the move a lot.
-That's for sure.

Alright, Floyd, thank you.

Mrs. Gormley.

Well, good morning,
Mr. Walton and John-Boy.

-Have you seen Yancy Tucker?
-Yancy Tucker?

Of course I've seen him.
I see him all the time.

-I mean today.
-No, not today.

But yesterday he left me off
some eggs.

I didn't have a cent to pay him.

But he said there wasn't
any call for it.

Thank you, ma'am.

-Bye-bye.
-Bye now.

Half a tank of gas and half a
dayis about all I can spare.

We covered a lot of territory,

I just can't figure
where Yancy could be.

Maybe he lit out
over to Buckingham County.

Could be.

We'll have us some lunch
and get back to work.

So, I said to this old teacher

"Just 'cause I got all
the answers wrong

"doesn't mean
I don't like school.

It just means school
don't like me!"

John, I'm glad you're back.
Look who's here.

Hey, John. John-Boy.

Yancy.

Yancy's been telling us
some tall tales.

Maybe a little too tall.

-Sit down and eat.
-Not right now, Liv.

There's something I want to ask
Yancy, out on the porch.

But he's in the middle
of his meal.

It's important.

Sure, John.

Now don't you kids finish that
pie before I get back.

Alright.

What's up, men?

We've been looking
for you all morning.

You have? I got up at the crack
of dawn and went hunting.

Didn't see nothing but one old
squirrel and I missed him.

I quit and dropped by here for
some of Livie's good cooking.

-Why were you looking for me?
-It's about last night.

-What about last night?
-We were wondering, Yancy, if...

Hey there, Ep. What you doing
out so early in the day?

I thought you fellows slept all
day and worked all night.

Well, it depends what
you're working on, Yancy.

How about yourself?
You've been working, have you?

-Nights?
-Me?

I'm all tuckered out and tucked
in every night come sundown.

Well, now
that's a funny thing.

I got me a witness that swears
he saw your car parked

up on the road by Charlie
Potter's place last night.

Parking your car isn't exactly
a crime. Is it, sheriff?

Nope.
But shooting a man is.

Yes, sir, that's the law.

I'm going to have
to arrest you, Yancy.

Oh, come on, Ep.

It's no joke, Yancy.
Come on along now.

I'll send somebody for your car.

I guess you can tell the kids
they can go ahead

and finish that pie after all.

Come in.

Son?

I was just talking
to your Grandpa.

You know, if Yancy was just
returning those chickens

it doesn't even figure
he'd have a gun with him at all.

You're right.

You don't think
he shot Charlie, do you?

I don't think so.

I'm wondering if Yancy's told
the sheriff

why he had that car
parked there last night.

You think I ought
to tell the sheriff?

You might talk it over
with Yancy first.

You'll come with me?

First thing in the morning,
right after church.

Great. Thank you.

-Goodnight, son.
-Goodnight.

Thanks, Grandpa.

Don't forget to change your
clothes before you play.

Okay.

Look at you come to life.

When are you going to stop
sleeping at the service?

Whenever the preacher
gets himself a new sermon.

John-boy.

-What do you want, Ben?
-I want to talk to you.

Let's go.

-When you get back, okay?
-Sure.

Good morning, Ep.

-If it isn't the Walton gang.
-We've come to see Yancy.

I don't know why you should be
any different

from anybody else in the county.

-What does that mean?
-Take a look.

Right through that door.

Mrs. Blankfort, that's the most
delicious piece of fried chicken

I've sunk a tooth
into in a right long time.

I remembered you liked it crisp.
Fixed it special.

She showed up, She said, "Floyd,
you take me to see Yancy."

And I certainly appreciate it.

Well, look who's in jail!

-Hey, Yancy.
-How are you doing?

John, John-Boy,
how about some cake?

-Not right now.
-Thank you very much.

Well, pie!
John-Boy, you love pie.

I do, but not now.

-I've even got some--
-Big breakfast.

Well, how about some of
Mrs. Blankfort's fried chicken?

Come on and have some.

Don't mind if I do.

Thank y'all,
that's fine.

You're not gonna go hungry
for a spell, are you?

I could get life and not go
hungry, thanks to good friends.

We got to be moving along,
Yancy.

What are you leaving for, Floyd?

The party's just getting
in high gear.

Mrs. Blankfort has
to get home to her kids

and I got
my work waiting.

In that case,
I'll let you go.

Let us know if you need
anything, Yancy.

-Thank you.
-Keep up the faith, Yancy.

Yeah.

It sure is delicious.

-Bye, now.
-Have a happy Sunday.

-Y'all come back!
-Alright.

-Good day, Sheriff.
-Bye, Sheriff.

Have a happy Sunday.

Bye, y'all.

I suppose
I ought to get along, too.

Got the lunch shift back
at the place.

Miss Jane works at the Nip and
Tuck Cafe over at Route 29.

She's the one
who brought me the soup.

The soup du jour of tomorrow
is going to be black-eyed pea.

If you'd like,
I'll bring you a jar.

You just bring
your own sweet self.

Oh, Yancy.

-Bye, everybody.
-Bye.

We'll be seeing you.

Life would be a lonesome road
without good friends.

The reason we came by
is 'cause I thought

I might be able to help you.

What do you mean, help?

Well, I told
my daddy everything.

And if it's alright with you,
we'll back you up.

Back me up?

You did take those chickens
over to Potter's, didn't you?

Yeah, but I didn't tell
the sheriff that.

I don't wanna get
John-Boy involved.

-Yancy, I'm already involved.
-Not anymore, you're not.

I promised you I'd take those
chickens back, and I did.

You're off the hook.

What about Charlie Potter
getting shot?

What about him?
I didn't do it.

Then there's no point in my not
telling the sheriff

the rest of it.

Wrong.
There's every point.

Don't you understand? There's
no evidence I shot Charlie.

And it'll be proved
sooner or later.

We could get you
out of here right now.

No use you hanging around here,
Yancy.

I've been in worse places than
this. I got a nice warm bunk.

I've got good food,
plenty of friends dropping by.

Not a bad place to spend the
depression, come to think of it.

Yancy, you're crazy.

No, not so.
Not so, John.

Much as I like it here,
I like my own place better.

Look, the sheriff can't keep me
more than a couple of days.

But if you tell them
the whole story...

he's got the goods on me
for chicken thieving.

He could lock me up
and throw away the key for that.

What would you like us to do?

Let nature take her course.

Everything will work out
for the best. It always does.

(man on radio)
I didn't see the man you
described until this morning...

and it was Wolf Corby,
alright.

You tell sheriff?

-No, there's something strange.
-What's that?

I know the sheriff's
reputation.

Everywhere he's said to be one
of the most honest sheriffs...

Texas ever had, right?

But today he not only
refused....

Come on, listen,
John-Boy. It's scary.

I'll be down in a minute.

I got to get these
good clothes off first.

While I was in town,
I learned some things.

Sheriff has been trying
to raise money...

to care for his wife,
who was seriously ill.

That look bad.

This morning, after the sheriff
had tried to arrest me....

-Who is it?
-Ben.

Come in.

-Can I talk to you now?
-Yeah, sure.

You know that letter
I got from Liberty magazine?

Yeah.

It said
I won a poetry contest.

It said they'll publish it
in their next issue.

What do you mean
you won a poetry contest?

It was a poetry contest,
and I won it.

They're going
to publish my poem.

Congratulations.

Really, congratulations.

You don't look
very happy about it.

If I'd won a poetry contest,
I'd be out-of-my-mind crazy.

That's really something.

How about that? I've been
writing all my life...

and my younger brother
gets published first.

It's about time somebody
in the family got published.

I stole your poem.

Here I am burning the midnight
oil, scribbling poems...

and keeping a journal like
writers are supposed to do...

and my brother knocks off
a poem and it's published.

I didn't knock it off.
I said I stole it.

What do you mean,
you stole it?

I didn't know
what to write about

and then I found
one of your old poems.

They took this?
I wrote this years ago.

You mean, they're going
to publish this thing?

Not exactly.

See for yourself.
Here's the one that I wrote.

Ben, this is really good.

But don't you see?
I took it from you.

I don't know
what you mean.

This is about winter
and mine's about springtime...

and the words
are completely different

and none of the rhymes
are the same.

It's the idea.

I never would have thought
of the idea without yours.

You took an idea from me and you
think that's stealing my poem?

-Well, isn't it?
-Of course not.

Ben, hundreds of writers can
take ideas from other writers...

or from something
they heard or read.

Isn't that stealing?

Look, any number of writers can
use the same basic idea...

for a story or poem,
it's how they develop it.

It's what they give
to it of themselves

that makes it original
and unique.

All my poem did was inspire you
to write a better one.

You really think it's good?

Yeah, I do.

And you're not mad?

Mad? I'm kind of proud of you.

All this time. The last few days
you've been moping around...

-I thought you were sick.
-I was sick.

Sick to my stomach.
I thought for sure you'd be mad.

You just should have come
and talked to me.

I guess I should have.

You know, John-Boy,
it's just like what Mama said:

When you're honest, you can just
about clear up anything.

She's right.

Maybe she is right about that.

John-Boy Walton,
nice to see you.

Is Mr. Potter in? I'd like to
speak to him for a few minutes.

-Of course, come on in.
-Thank you very much, ma'am.

Charlie, you look who's here.
It's that boy of John Walton's.

Hello, John-Boy.

-Mr. Potter.
-You see what's been done to me?

-Try not to get yourself shot.
-Well, I'll try not to.

Would you all excuse me

I'd better get back
to my apple butter.

Come on, sit down.

Thank you.

Well, John-Boy,
what's on your mind?

Mr. Potter, there's something
that I know.

And maybe there is something
that you know.

And perhaps, if we could
put the two things together...

we could get some truth
out of this whole mess.

I don't know what you're getting
at, John-Boy, but carry on.

The night my daddy and I
brought you that wood...

I saw Yancy Tucker steal
two of your chickens.

You saw that chicken thief
in the act?

Yes, sir, I did.

-How come you didn't tell me?
-I don't know. I should have.

Why are you
telling me this now?

Because I know
why Yancy was here

the other night
when you got shot.

So do I.

He came back after
two more chickens.

No, sir. He came back
to return the two chickens.

Is Yancy Tucker robbing me or is
he just using me to practice on?

Yancy and I talked about it.

He promised to bring
the chickens back...

to get me off the hook

'cause he didn't want me
involved in this.

-That's very decent of him.
-Well, I thought it was.

What I don't understand is why
Yancy would bring a gun along...

if all he wanted to do
was return chickens to you?

In case he got caught red-handed
in my chicken coop!

That's just not in character
for Yancy.

Just because Yancy told you
some cock-and-bull story.

Ain't none of his stories
can account for my chickens...

getting stolen
and my leg getting shot.

He's not someone that would
shoot you if you'd consider--

There's only thing
I'm considering:

My chickens got stole
and my leg got shot...

and there's no way to prove
Yancy didn't do it.

Are you saying that there's
a possibility

that it wasn't Yancy?

I'm not saying....

I've got my own grief.

I can't do my chores.

My work is piling up.

My wife's too frail
to take over for me.

Is anybody worrying
about me? No, sir!

Just worrying about poor old
Yancy. The chicken thief!

Mr. Potter, I've got
the afternoon free.

I'd be happy
to do your chores for you.

Well, now.

Well, that's very generous
of you, John-Boy.

I'm sorry
I've been loud at you.

I know you're just being
neighborly.

But if you could help me out
today, I'll pay you for it.

There's no need for that.
I'd be happy to help you.

You just finish reading
the paper here...

and I'll ask Mrs. Potter
what needs to be done.

Come on, fellows.
Come on.

Hey, Mr. Kilgore!

How are you doing, John-Boy?
I found these up the road.

I figured they belonged here.

Good girl.

Got some fresh milk there.

-And the horses?
-Yes, sir, I fed them.

-You're a fast worker, John-Boy.
-I fed the chickens too.

Nice flock you got there.
I counted 38 of them.

Alright, I've seen
them coming all afternoon.

I ain't had but 30 chickens
all my life.

Why did they fetch 'em?

Maybe they figured Yancy
took some of your property...

and you'd be more forgiving
if they gave some back.

Get that.

And if it's someone with a
chicken, tell 'em we're full up!

-Daddy!
-What are you doing here?

-How's it going, Charlie?
-How does it look like?

Yeah. I'm sorry
to hear about your trouble.

It could have been worse.

He could have got me
through the old ticker.

That's a fact, Charlie.

You're lucky. It was a .22 that
got you instead of a shotgun.

A shotgun could've blown off
your whole leg.

How do you know
it was a .22?

I ran into Dr. Vance.
He told me.

You and me, Charlie...

we've done a lot of hunting
in our time, haven't we?

We've done a lot of tracking.
That's a fact.

Most folks, I recall, favor a
shotgun when they go hunting.

You always liked the .22,
didn't you, Charlie?

As a matter of fact,
Charlie...

this here is your favorite
rifle, isn't this .22?

That's right.

It's a funny thing.

Now, Yancy,
all he owns is a 30-30.

Charlie...

I know you
to be a proud man.

But I also think I know
what might've happened.

All them people coming today
in Yancy's behalf.

Makes me kind of feel
like I was a criminal.

Fact is, he was here
that night, John.

And I thought
he was stealing my chickens.

I know he was here, Charlie.

I think John-Boy told you
why he was here.

He did.

Why don't you tell us
what really happened, Charlie?

I heard a commotion
in my chicken coop.

I grabbed my gun
and run out.

I saw someone heading into the
woods, so I took off after him.

And I heard a car starting up,
moving off...

I was still running
full speed...

then I tripped.

-You tripped?
-Yeah.

My wife called the doctor
and the sheriff.

I was too embarrassed
to say I'd shot myself.

So I just let them think
whatever they wanted to think.

I figured Yancy would wiggle out
of it, the way he always does.

Are you going to tell the
sheriff the truth, Charlie?

Yeah. But that don't excuse
Yancy's other goings-on.

Yancy's not an evil man.
He just occasionally--

Steals chickens!

You Waltons have a way of
overlooking them little things.

He did bring back the chickens,
like he said he would.

I don't wanna hear
no more...

about what a fine, upstanding
man Yancy Tucker is.

Listening to you,
I'll end up thinking

he's some kind
of a saint.

-He's not a saint, Charlie.
-No, he's just a good old--

Likeable...

chicken thief!

Ben! The Liberty came in,
everybody. It's here.

-Hey, Ben.
-Come on, Elizabeth.

The Liberty came in.
It's here.

Mama! Daddy!

-Let me see it.
-It's right here.

The Liberty is here.
It's on Page 16.

Where is it?

Here it is!

"A Winter Mountain,
by Benjamin Walton."

-Benjamin?
-It looks swell, Ben.

-Doesn't it? Here, look.
-Let me see.

-Well, isn't that something?
-It certainly is.

We'd be pleased
if you'd read this to us.

-No.
-Come on, Ben.

-Come on.
-He's bashful.

I don't mind
if you read it, John-Boy.

-No.
-Come on.

"A Winter Mountain,
by Benjamin Walton.

"Our mountain in winter
is something to see

"At times it is just like
a person to me

"A giant in white,
all covered with snow

"It changes each day
as the heavy winds blow

"And when I'm alone,
and I go for a walk

"It's almost as if
that old mountain can talk

"It seems to say,
'Welcome, my wintry friend

"'I was here in the beginning
I'll be here at the end.'"

Congratulations!

Outside our mountain, the world
was in deep depression...

but we were sheltered
by a common bond.

The accomplishment of one
was the accomplishment of all.

We shared our glories,
our defeats...

our hopes,
our aspirations...

but mostly our love.

-Ben?
-Yes, Elizabeth?

Could you write
a poem about me?

-Me too.
-Me, three!

-Me, four!
-Anybody else?

Why don't you just
put everybody in, Ben?

Will they print it
in Liberty magazine?

They'd better not.
It's my turn now!