All language subtitles for Spencers.Mountain.1963.720p.BluRay.x264-x0r

Over 100 years ago,

my grandpa
come into this land.

Grandpa climbed this mountain
and said, "this is it' "

and he built him a sod house'
got himself a wife'

and they named
the whole mountain after him.

Spencer's mountain
it is to this day.

He could see the sun
coming up mornings

and the sun setting
behind the Grand Tetons.

Them pioneer French trappers
named them that

'cause the peaks
reminded them of big bosoms.

This here's the river
my grandpa first come down.

They called it the Snake...

Because it kind of winds
and meanders down our valley.

He saw plenty of buffalo...

And elk...

And in the ponds,
the trumpeter swans,

so tame and loving,
they'd swim right up to you.

Yep, it's a beautiful valley
the Spencers come to'

and they come to stay...

Like this log house
my papa built

long time back

that me and my brothers'
and my babies' too'

got born in...

All nine of them.

Going to be a fine day.

Ohh.

What are you doing
awake already?

It's not time
for you to be up.

Now go back to sleep.

That's a good boy.

Clayboy.

Clayboy.

All my brothers

is coming
for breakfast.

We'll need
a slew of eggs.

Should I milk
the cow, too?

I'll do the milking.
Let the kids sleep.

Sweetheart?

I'm up.

Wake mom
and papa.

They'd never forgive us

if my brothers came
and went without a hello.

I will.

I need $18, Clay.

What for?

Clayboy's
graduation ring.

Rings is for women.

I want him
to have one, dear.

Why?

Well, it's kind of
a sign,

a sign
that he's special.

All our kids
is special.

Clayboy will be
the first Spencer

to ever graduate
from high school.

Yeah, he won't
be the last.

Each one our kids
going to do it.

Ain't one of them going to end
up in the quarry or the mill.

Could you draw me
the money today?

Ain't there, Livvy.

But I put it
in the bank Thursday.

Drew it out
last night.

Paid Mr. John a down payment
on a power saw.

He had Percy truck it
up the mountain.

That why you've asked your
brothers to give up Saturdays?

I've done as much for them
a thousand times.

They've earned
their rest.

I got rocks
and log to haul.

They borrowed a truck.

You're gonna get that
dream house I promised.

You've been saying that
since we were married.

But now I got me
this saw.

You know you're never
going to get it built.

Right now I'd trade all of
Spencer's mountain

for just one
graduation ring

for our boy.

We'll get it, Livvy.
I'll work overtime.

Yeah.

You know,

I've been thinking about
our family graveyard,

wondering how the winds
are treating it.

Well...

Where are my sons?

Said they'd be here
by 6:00, papa.

Then they will be.

There never was a Spencer
that couldn't keep his word.

Give me your hand,
mother.

Haven't seen all my boys
in one lump in too long.

Is it snowing?

Right on it.

?? She'll be coming
around the mountain ??

?? she'll be coming around
the mountain when she comes ????

Yahoo!
Yee-haw!

It's Clayboy, Sam!

Man, it's cold!

Good morning, Clayboy.

Hello, Clayboy!

Boy, it's cold enough
to freeze the ears off--

breakfast ready, Clayboy?

Let's eat!

Get it on the table,
grandma!

Sit you down.

Let your mother go.
Come on.

Not so fast.
Not so fast.

Let me have one.

Thanks, Clay.

Here's mine.
Where's yours?

How they treating you,
papa?

They hide every drop
of whiskey

I bring
into this house.

Take care of that.

Drink hearty and eat fast.

Got a lot of work
getting on before sundown.

I'm going with you.

Bring you
some lunch, papa.

Thank you, son.

Build
a good house, now.

See you, papa.

See you later, papa.

I'm going to have
a walk up the porch.

Every year since Livvy and I got
married,

I dug that basement,

every winter she's
filled up again.

Just so happens that
Luke, Matt, and John

are the best
masons around.

Clayboy and ham
can dig the hole

and you three would
lay the big rock.

Cement's under that tarp.

The rest can start
cutting that big timber.

You haul all them logs
up here yourself?

Sure did.

Ain't she a beaut?

Got her from Mr. John.

Going great, fellas.

By tonight,
we'll start pouring.

This will build me
a real good house.

Thanks, brothers.

I can really start
to see it now.

Going to put a deep
bed of grass here

for my babies
to play in.

Thanks again, brothers.

Hi.
Good to see you.

Get up there.

Tell mama the dream house
is finally underway.

Hurry and wash up.

Livvy's fixed a Saturday night
supper

too good
for poor folks.

Are we poor,
grandma?

I'd say
we were rich, Becky.

There was a time
we were so poor

we didn't nothing all winter
except one slice of bacon.

How many of you
was there?

Nine brothers
and grandma and grandpa.

How could you all
live off one slice?

Grandma tied string on it

and let each of us
chew it a while.

Why'd she tie
the string on it?

So if anybody
swallow it,

she could pull it
and feed it to the next one.

Aw, daddy.

Goodnight, Becky.

Night, Shirley.

Goodnight, Moby.

Night, mark.

Night, Matt.

Night, dad.

Night, mom.

Now go to sleep,
children.

Goodnight, Clayboy.

Morning, chance.

Guess you're feeling
romantic this morning.

After breakfast I'll
take you to Mr. John's ranch

and get you bred.

Remember that handsome
old bull Methuselah?

Well, he's doing
the honors this morning.

Thought
you'd like to know.

Why, you sway-backed
old heif.

We have some
birthing coming on.

Hey, how's my saw
working out, Spencer?

Pretty soon

it'll be a whole
house, Mr. John.

Remember my boy?

Yeah.

Hey, she's a hot
little devil, ain't she?

That four-legged butter churn
run us all the way here.

Which way
to the bull?

This way.

We need to help?

Ha ha! Methuselah never
needs any help.

Watch him when he spots
that pretty little heifer.

Whoo!
Here he comes.

Well, how do you
like that, dad?

She races us
all the way here,

and now she pretends
he doesn't even exist.

She's just
being a lady.

Don't worry, boy,

she's got eyes
in her rump.

Thu ain't putting up
with any nonsense.

Sure acting silly.

You'll get crazy, too,
when that love bug bites you.

Now look
at Methuselah.

What'd I tell you?

He's tired
of fooling around.

There they go,

right into
the bridal chamber.

What did I say?

Old reliable,
that's Methuselah.

We'll pick the cow up

on our way back
down the mountain.

Thanks for the favor.

The pleasure's
all Methuselah's.

I know you.

You're Claris
Coleman's fella.

Her father
manages the quarry.

You know what?

No, what?

You and me could
have some fun.

Know what I mean?

Won't be long your boy
will be needing a woman.

I got a healthy heifer
in Minnie Cora.

Strong, willing.

Just popped out
overnight, Percy.

Coming, Clayboy?

Listen, whenever
you get the urge to,

just toss some pebbles
on my window up there.

I'll come running.

It's not what cows do
that seems wrong.

I guess it's just
having no choice.

Don't get any ideas there's
anything low-down about it,

'cause the lord himself
thought it up

and made us
the way he did.

Understand that, son?

Yes, dad,
I think I do.

No, you don't.

Nobody
understands it.

You be proud
you're a human being

and have a choice.

Not all humans
are that choosy, either.

But how can humans be sure
the right couple gets together?

Were you sure, dad?

Yep, I was.

I was a real Heller
afore I met your pretty ma,

but the minute
I met her, I knew.

Don't ask me how,
but I knew,

just like you will
someday.

When that happens,

just remember
you ain't any bull,

that little girl
ain't any cow.

Be kind and gentle.

If she loves you a little bit
before you marry her,

she'll love you
a lot more after.

Pack it up, son.
Time to quit.

Thought I'd frame
the window right here

so's your ma would
have something to see

while she's
washing dishes.

You'll sit on the porch
here with your babies.

You can tell them

you helped your papa
build it so good,

it won't fall down
in a million years.

Sure, dad,
I'll tell them.

I'm getting hungry.

Colonel.

Had this week's overtime
show in the books.

Here's your $18.

Thanks for feeding
the dog and horses

while I was
in Washington.

How'd you find
your daughter?

She can't wait
for graduation

so she can get
back here for summer.

Claris rather adopted
that family of yours

last summer, didn't she?

Or was it
your oldest son?

She and Clayboy made up
some kind of a secret club

with passwords
and all.

You don't have to worry
about him.

Girls still
scare him to death.

He doesn't worry me.

Claris seems a little
more sophisticated.

She's getting too smart
for her britches.

You won't take any pay
for feeding my animals,

but since the trout
season opens Friday,

thought you could use
a day off at the river--

with pay.

Ollie Ollie oxen free.

I see him!
Let's go get him!

Aah! Aah!
Aah!

Stop making
so much noise!

Clayboy's trying to study
for his final examinations!

Thought you
were going to spend

your day off
up at the dream house.

First time I ever saw
a man build a house

with a fishing pole.

Ah, don't you worry.

I'm building you
a castle up there

fit for
a royal-butted king.

You hold your tongue.

I've got innocent
children around here

that I'm trying to raise
to be good churchgoers.

Nobody turned me
into a churchgoer,

and look what a tall dog
I turned out to be.

1, 2, 3...100.

1, 2, 3...5.

Hey!

Hey, daddy
spanked mama!

How can
they respect me

if you go around
whacking my--me?

?? Daddy spanked mama ??

?? daddy spanked mama ??

?? daddy spanked mama ??

?? daddy spanked mama ????

Oh, there's mother.

Now she might think that
you are a wild heathen.

Kiss her again !
Kiss her again !

Howdy, mother Ida.

What you doing
dressed up today?

Livvy and I are joining
the ladies aid society

to get the parsonage
ready for the new minister.

Yes, Livvy did say

you were signing
a powerful new preacher.

You could come Sunday
to hear him.

If I was to walk
into that church,

the roof would fall in
on the congregation.

You shouldn't make jokes
about church, Clay.

Don't you want
to go to heaven

and be with Livvy
and decent people when you die?

Ah, mother Ida, your church
got one idea of heaven,

the Methodists
got another,

and the Catholics
still another.

I got my own
opinion, too.

I can just imagine
your idea of heaven--

a fishing pole
and a riverbank.

Yes, I guess
that's part of it.

I guess I get a
little heaven every day.

Maybe it's just hauling off
and kissing my wife

or having
one of my babies

snuggle into bed
with us at night

or just doing
a good day's work

on my house up on
Spencer's mountain.

No, I don't have to wait
for it, mother Ida.

I got heaven
right here.

I was a devotee
of Isaac Walton

when
I was but 6.

Isaac Walton?

Live around here?

Across the water.

Oh.

A century ago he wrote
the complete angler.

Let you in on a secret.

This here's the place

the great-granddaddy
of all trout lives,

right off shore there,

hoping some fat
old June bug

come floating
by his nose.

Would you mind
if I joined you?

It's a big river.

I just happen to have
my fishing tackle

in my car.

Name's Spencer.
Clay Spencer.

Goodson here.
Thanks for the welcome.

What'd I tell you?

Easy.

Oh!
You're a beauty.

That's one
of the grandsons.

He'll run
about 2 pounds.

Here's to
Fisherman's luck.

What would it be?

Mosquito repellent.

Oh, thank you.

Take a good slug.

Potent, huh?

This stuff's the best
in the valley.

Made by two little old ladies
from their pappy's recipe.

I find your mosquito repellent
somewhat numbing.

That's the bourbon the little
old ladies put in the recipe.

Great jumpin'
balls of fire!

You hooked
the great-granddaddy!

Reel him in.

Double, triple
eternal damnation.

He got away.

Hell's fire
devour that black-souled,

eternally damned devil.

You shouldn't
talk that way.

Why the hell not?

Because I just
remembered why I'm here.

I am your new minister.

What?

You got to be lying.

You see, I never touched
liquor before in my life.

You see anything
of my fish?

Why, Clara,
you're a real artist.

Thank you.

It just looks lovely,
simply lovely.

It's all my fault.

Seems your preacher

never had a bottle
to his lips before.

Bless you all.

Merciful
heavens.

He's drunk.

Splendid sermon.

Such an honor
to have you with us,

Mr. Spencer.

Grandma Spencer.

Serves him right.

Nobody came.

Not a soul.

I owe an apology
to this community.

My weakness
in the eyes of god

could mean the end
of my ministry,

and I am deeply contrite.

Mother Ida,
I'm sure sorry

I got your preacher
tight yesterday.

I didn't know
he was your preacher

till
it was too late.

It's a wonder the lord
don't strike you dead.

No harm in a man
taking a nip now and then.

He's a good man.

Bet he does a lot of good
for this community.

Was he powerful
in the pulpit?

How would we know?

We all went
to the mountain church.

Nobody went to the church
of god this morning.

Not single solitary person.

Why not?

Would you want your children
to hear a drunkard preach?

That poor guy never even
smelled a cork till yesterday.

Not one single
hymn-shouting,

foot-washing
hypocrite showed up?

Hush, Clay.
The neighbors. Please.

The ladies aid society
voted unanimously

to transfer in Toto
to the mountain church.

Those prissy-panted
hypocrites.

Don't wait dinner
for me.

Where you going?

I got him into this.
I'll get him out.

Morning, Clay.

Hey, folks.

How are you?

You recall whenever
you needed anything fixed,

you always
called on me?

You're the handiest man
with a tool I've ever seen.

Thank you, ma'am.

Remember how I worked
all weekend

to get your
windmill working?

Times I fixed your pump
and your roof?

You're a good neighbor,
for a fact.

Now all that's ended.

I'm sending a bill
for every stick of work

I ever done
on your place

unless
every last one of you

shows up at the church
of god services tonight.

But Clay, I'll be expelled
from the ladies aid.

Don't worry about
the ladies aid.

I've fixed enough iceboxes,
washing machines,

and electric cords
in six months

to put them all
into bankruptcy.

You spread the word
real quick.

I'm collecting
in full

from everybody
who don't show up

at that church
tonight.

You have quite
a congregation.

Yes.

Good day,
colonel Coleman.

Good day, Clay.

Don't tell me you're
joining our church, too.

Me and church don't mix.

I got worried about
that family of skunks

you smelled back there.

I got this awful feeling

they'll show up under
your church tonight

unless...

Unless what?

Unless
you and your flock

goes up to the house
of god tonight

to make that new man
know he's welcome here.

Wouldn't that be the
Christian thing to do?

I've heard rumors--

he never had a drink in his life
before I poured it on him.

I'd sure hate to see
your congregation

get stunk up tonight.

Once them skunks start
spraying skunk juice,

they say you never
get the stink out.

Good evening.

Good evening.

I'm deeply honored.

Good evening.

Good evening.

I'm deeply moved.

Good evening.

Good evening.

I don't understand.

Good evening.

Howdy,
Mr. goodson.

As one colleague
to another,

have you ever
seen reference

to blackmail
in the good book?

I'm delighted
to welcome you here.

To commemorate
this occasion,

I think
we should sing a hymn

which has special
meaning to me--

shall we gather
at the river.

?? Shall we gather
at the river ??

?? where white angel feet
have trod ??

?? with its crystal tide
forever ??

?? flowing by
the throne of god ??

?? yes, we'll gather... ????

Roust 'em out,
Clayboy.

Happy graduation day, son !

Rise and shine.

Sun's up.
Come on.

Come on, you guys.
Get dressed for my graduation.

Come on.

Come on,
Becky, Shirley.

Time to wake up.

Come on.

Kiss me awake, Clayboy.

Now pick me up
to the toidy.

Okay.

Golly,
look what I got--

bosoms.

Morning, Pattycake.

Morning, John.

Morning, Luke.

Morning, Shirley.

Morning, mark.

Morning, Becky.

Morning, Matt.

Look at them.

They be sweet.

Ever see
anything prettier?

I wish we could
keep them babies.

I hate to think of them
growing up and leaving us,

not knowing what'll
happen to them.

They'll be alright.
They're thoroughbreds.

?? Oh, beautiful ??

?? for spacious skies ??

?? for Amber waves of grain ??

?? for purple mountains'
majesty ??

?? above
the fruited plains ??

?? America ??

?? America ??

?? god shed his grace
on thee ??

?? and crown thy good ??

?? with brotherhood ??

?? from sea ??

?? to shining sea ????

May I now present
the graduation class.

The senior class teacher,
miss Parker,

will present
the scholarship medal.

I have been teaching school
here in new dominion

for all
of my teaching life.

Many of my former pupils
now sit before me

in this audience.

I have taught
our boys and girls

about the beauty and wisdom
they can find in books.

I've taught them
how our government works.

I hope I have
instilled in them

some idea
of the majesty and wonder

of people
governing themselves.

I have tried in geography
to teach them

that there lies
an enormous world outside...

That dwarfs even
our immense valley,

a world
full of opportunity

for growth and learning
and achievement.

Every once in a while,
a young student comes along

with a hungry look
in the eye...

Who's not content
just to memorize facts,

who wants to know,

who has an inquiring mind,

and everything he learns

only whets his appetite
to learn more.

The student who will now
receive our highest award

is such a student.

Will Clayboy Spencer

please step forward?

Bully for you, boy!

I want the Spencer family
to know this.

I have taught your boy
everything I know,

but he's still hungry.

If the day ever comes
when I go by that quarry,

and I see Clayboy Spencer
covered with dust

instead of learning
to be a leader,

I think I shall give up
the teaching profession.

Clayboy, I give you
these words to live by.

The world steps aside
to let any man pass

if he knows
where he's going.

Clayboy!

What you doing
out there?

Waiting for pop.

Well, your supper's
on the table.

You think
pop's getting drunk?

He does have cause
to celebrate.

It isn't every night
that a Spencer

has a boy graduate
from high school,

let alone win
the school medal.

We can't wait supper
much longer.

The children
are starving.

If he's drunk,
I'll die.

Oh, he never gets
that drunk.

Mother.

Tonight, miss Parker and the
preacher are coming to call.

I wanted to keep it
a secret. But, now I can't.

Keep what a secret?

They think they can get me
a college education.

Well, I vow.

Sometimes educated people's
got less brains than fools.

Wouldn't you
want me to go?

I'd rather
you go to college

than anything
in the whole world,

but just where
do they think

we could raise
that kind of money?

Your father even
had to work overtime

to get you
a graduation ring.

Did you ever see
university boys?

They're--
they're rich boys--

their daddies
have money,

or they wouldn't
let them in.

But they think they can
get me a scholarship.

That's what they're coming
to talk about.

Oh, so you think I'm so dumb
that I don't know

what scholarships
are for?

They're for tuition,

but that don't cover
half the expenses.

You still have
to live and eat.

You have to wear decent clothes
and buy hundreds of books--

we're poor people,
son.

I could work nights.

I could earn money
all summer.

That's wishing for
the moon, Clayboy.

All I'm asking is that
you and pop hear them out.

If they know
how to raise money

for this college education,
then I'm all for it,

but if they're
coming here

to put foolish ideas
into your head--

just listen!
That's all I'm asking.

If pop's drunk...

I'll kill myself.

All we can do about that
is pray, son.

Now, whose turn is it
to say the blessing?

It's my turn.

Thank you
for the food we eat.

Thank you
for the world so sweet.

Thank you, god,
for the birds that sing.

Thank you, god,
for everything,

including getting
Clayboy graduated.

Amen.

Becky
didn't say amen.

I did, too,
say amen.

You did not
if nobody heard you.

That's because
I whispered it.

Why did
she whisper it for?

To see
if god could hear me.

Did he hear you?

I don't know.
I'm testing him.

Of course he heard her.
God hears everything.

I hope he didn't
hear Matt today.

Shut your yap, if you know
what's good for you.

That's no way
to talk.

Matt's going to hell.

Today
he mashed his finger

and said a whole string
of bad words.

Like what?

He said
damn, damn, double damn,

triple damn, hell.

Did you, Matt?

Daddy says it
all the time.

The next time
you talk like that,

I'll wash your mouth out
with lye soap.

I don't want Matt
to go away.

Matt's not going
anywhere.

Now eat up your soup.

He is, too.
Becky said so.

He's going to hell
for saying bad words.

I want to go, too.

I want to go to hell
with Matt.

Aah!
Look out!

Ohh!
Oh, my god!

His neck's broke!

Run, Clayboy, quick,
and get the doctor!

Mother!

Here, Clayboy.

You'd hardly been gone
a minute when he came to.

Just knocked
the breath out of him.

How did you get
your clothes so dirty?

You little mutt!

What do you mean
scaring me that way?

Oh, Clayboy
didn't mean that.

Oh, hush, Clayboy.

Go on up

and see if the children
have brushed their teeth.

You do it!

What was that?

I got to get away
from here.

All I'm good for
is running for doctors,

going to the store,

feeding the kids,
putting them to bed,

giving them baths,

milking the cows,
plucking the chickens,

and then churning
the butter.

But you're
the oldest son.

Then I'm tired
of being the oldest!

I can't do anything
about that.

What you get in life
is what you're stuck with,

and you're stuck
with being our oldest.

You're just going to have
to make the most of it.

Here, will you
take care of Pattycake?

What do you want?

I have to do wee-wee.

You know where
the bathroom is.

It's too high.
Won't you lift me up?

Oh, alright.

Come in.

I told mother
you'd be coming.

Hi there, Pattycake.

Hi.

Clayboy's going to
lift me on the toidy.

Mother!

Yes?

They're here.

Oh! Entertain them.
I'll hurry.

I was just saying
that someone around here

certainly
has a green thumb.

It's mother.
She loves to grow things.

I must find out
her secret.

It's mostly cow manure.

I trust both your
parents will be here.

Well, dad had this
sudden work

come up at the mill,
and...

Good evening,
Mrs. Spencer.

Good evening.

Good evening.

I'm so happy
to see you both,

and, miss Parker,

I was so pleased today
to hear all the fine things

you had to say
about Clayboy.

They were
all true.

I'm so sorry Mr. Spencer
can't be here, too.

You see,
he's gone to Jackson

about some...Pigs
that he was going to buy.

Clayboy.

Now would you
tuck me in?

What are you kids
doing here?

Listening.
Listening.

Back to bed, all of you.

And if you get up
again tonight,

I'll spank
your behind so shiny

that you'll
see yourself in it.

I love you, Clayboy.
Kiss me good night.

Now go upstairs.

After the graduation,

I called the university
long distance.

There's one
scholarship left

if Clayboy
applies immediately.

However,
as I told Clayboy,

the scholarship
available

is of a rather
specialized nature.

But it is
an education.

The only scholarship left
is one for studying

as a minister
of the gospel.

Oh.
Well, that does it.

His father would
just blow up.

I understood Clay has a
great respect for education.

He has, but he'd
rather see Clayboy

burn in hell
than become a minister.

He allows you
to attend church.

Your children
go to Sunday school.

Clay was never one
to forbid us

from seeking god
in our own way.

It's just that--

?? babbling brook ??

?? a shady nook ??

?? a girl all dressed
in yella ??

?? oh, what a pip ??

?? what Ruby lips ??

?? oh, what a lucky fella ????

Must you?
We got company.

I'm going to haul off
and kiss them Ruby lips

right off of you.

Clay! Clay, now stop it!
Behave yourself!

The minister and miss Parker
are in there.

Good for
miss Parker.

Clay, stop.
Stop, Clay.

I love you, woman.

Oh, Clay, stop--

hi, doc. What are
you doing here?

According to my blackboard,
Donnie has a broken neck.

That's what you've been
trying to tell me.

Donnie's fine. He had
the wind knocked out of him.

He's fine, doc,
but do come in,

because I'm going to make
some black coffee for Clay.

After that bibb birthing,
I could use some, too.

Well, he bought the pigs
and got back.

Clayboy, please get
a pot of black coffee

and some cups.

Please sit down.

Miss Parker
and Mr. goodson

think that our boy
has a good chance

of winning a scholarship
at the university.

A contest?

No. Just sign
this application.

I'll send a copy

of his excellent
scholastic record.

I'm sure
they'll accept him.

I can work nights
and study.

Come here, son.

You've never been
outside this valley.

You've never seen a city

like where
that university is.

Everybody's in a hurry.

They got freeways,

cars going
every which way,

and a couple of
hundred thousand people.

You'd get lost
the first day.

You could buy me
a map.

He wouldn't be lost
for long.

Give him that chance.

I delivered Clayboy.

I could write
a character recommendation.

I could, too.

I graduated
from there.

Well, I'll tell you
something.

Never had
no education myself.

Just went to school
a couple weeks,

just long enough
to learn to write my name,

learn enough arithmetic
to make sure

the company wasn't
cheating me on my pay.

I went into the quarry
alongside my papa

when I was 10 years old.

I've been there ever since.

Maybe that's why I admire
a man with an education.

What I can tell you,

it's always been
my heart's craving

for my babies
to get better than I had.

You really want it,
don't you, boy?

Yes, sir.

What if you go down there
and fall on your butt?

I'd never
let you down, pop.

You will sign
his application.

I sure as hell will.

Run and get
the coffee, quick.

The old woman's shaking
her head at me for cussing.

I'll tell you, ma'am,

I learned to cuss
before I learned to walk.

I'm too old a rooster

to change my ways
at this late date.

In his own home,
a man's got a right

to talk the only way
he knows how.

Them that don't like it

can always march
their tail right out.

Damn tootin'!

Here's to the world
outside, boy.

Did you see what
your father and I

had written
inside your ring?

"Victory with honor."

It's one of them
mottoes.

You mother picked it
out of a book.

Come in.

Well, miss Parker.

Last time you came calling
was to tell me

my daughter simply had
to wear panties to school.

I suppose now
that summer's here,

we'll be seeing
Claris any day.

Uh-huh.

Colonel Coleman,
your company owns

that old abandoned shack
across from the office.

On friendship
corner.

I'm boarding it up.

The men use it for gambling
and drinking after work.

I have a better
use for it--

a library.

You have to be kidding.

Half the people here
can't write their names.

We'll solicit every library
in the state for duplicates.

We'll print pleas
in the papers.

The shack's yours
if you clean it out.

Thank you.

How much will you
pay Clayboy Spencer

to run it for you?

Pay him?
To run it for me?

I think you should
pay him $20 a week.

If the company heard that,
they'd fire me.

Charge it
to public relations!

If you were a man,
I'd throw you out.

Hide it under
"miscellaneous."

Well, because
he's Clay Spencer's son,

I'll give him
$10 a week, no more.

That's only $120
for the entire summer.

If you don't accept
that offer and get out,

I'll have that shack
burnt down today.

Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

This is a lovely
place you have here.

It's pretty ghastly,
alright, but it'll do.

We can start
cleaning it up.

Heave ho!

They've come!
They've come!

Beautiful.

Green mansions.

War and peace.

I bought you a present.

How would you like
to read a good book?

Nope.

What's the password?

Gobbledygook.

That's all you can say
after a year?

Well, you've grown.

34-22-34.

What's that stand for?

What you're gawking at.

Aren't you going
to ask me in?

Yeah.

Come on in.

Say, what's this about
your going to college?

I have a scholarship
application in.

We're waiting
to hear.

Mother says
I'm at the dangerous age,

whatever that is.

She stuck me in
a girls' academy.

What was your major?

Phys ed.

Phys ed?

What's that?

You are dumb.

Look.

1...

2...

3...

4.

1...

2...

3...

4.

That's phys ed.

You know what class
I like best in school?

Uh-uh.

Marriage
and the family.

Boy, oh, boy, could
I tell you a thing or two.

Well, go ahead.

I'd have to whisper.

Okay.

How do you spell it?

Where's your dictionary?

Oh, I haven't
got one.

There was one
at school.

I used to save up
the words for then.

The two most important books
in the whole world

are the Bible and the
unexpurgated dictionary.

I'll buy you one,

and we can look up
words together.

We'll expand
your vocabulary.

Last year I was
as dumb as you are.

I didn't know
anything.

Now I know
everything.

Ask me something.

There's nothing
I want to know right now.

Aren't you even going
to kiss me hello?

I'm sure glad
you're home.

Me, too.

Now I'm going to ride up

and have a reunion
with your family,

see if the kids have grown
as much as you have.

See you there, lover.

The bath water's ready.

Donnie took his nap
in the fetal position.

In what?

Fetal position.

The way he was curled up
inside your womb.

Claris,

we don't talk about
such things in this house.

I'm terribly enthralled

with human reproduction
right now.

We've been studying
fetal development

from the time the sperm
and the egg unite.

Shh!

The only eggs these
children hear about

come from chickens.

I was only trying to make
interesting conversation.

Then make it about
something else.

I'm giving you
and Mr. Spencer

a week's vacation.

That's one thing
I've never had.

It ought to be
interesting.

Bathe and dress
all the kids,

make the dinners,
wash the dishes,

make the beds,

while you and your husband
take a second honeymoon.

We haven't had
the first one yet.

Clay always said
we'd spend it

up there at that
dream house, but...

Well, where would
you suggest we go?

Ever been to sun valley?

Only valley I've been to
is this one.

Then that's where
you'll go.

Summer's
not too expensive,

and there's swimming
and dancing and sunbathing.

You don't even
have to dress for dinner.

Well, that's
real nice to know.

I'm sure you'd enjoy it
immensely.

I'm sure I would,
dear,

but I'd consider it
a vacation

if I could sit down
for 10 minutes

on that porch.

Sure you can't stay
to supper?

No. First night home.

Daddy will be--

Here.

I'll take care
of Donnie.

You go on out

and look at the sunset
with Clayboy.

Guess what.

Your parents are taking
a second honeymoon.

We'll be papa and mama
while they're gone.

What do you think
about that?

What do I think?

I think
you're crazy.

Here's a dictionary with all
the naughty words underlined.

Oh, I've seen
all those.

Look at this one.

Holy smoke.

How did
you find them?

Study hours.

Look at that.

Soon as you find out what they
mean, erase the underline.

I know them all
by heart anyway.

Look up "friction."

The girls at the academy
thought it was dirty word,

so they went around saying,
"friction, friction."

It does sound dirty.

Well,
what do you know?

Isn't that a kick?

If you'll just
friction me a little,

I'll ride home
to supper.

You are nuts.

Go ahead,
or I'll start screaming.

Okay, scream.

Alright,
alright.

What do you
want me to do?

Just friction me
for 10 seconds.

That's all you get
this time.

Livvy!

Lordy, lordy,

if little Claris ain't
gone turned into a woman.

I'm so pleased
to be home.

You're just in time
for Clayboy's big moment.

Livvy!

Come on out!

Gather 'round.

Here's the good news,
hot from the post office.

"Mr. Clay Spencer Jr."

I never saw it spelled out
that way before.

Have you, son?

Why don't you open it?
Got your name on it.

What if they
turned me down?

That wouldn't be
the end of the world.

Would be for me.

Open it, son, take it like
a man, whatever it says.

"The Dean announces

"the following selections
for scholarship.

Lawrence Adams--"

it's alphabetical.

Skip to the ss.

They haven't got all the
education in the world

locked up in that
one cheesy university.

You could write
down there

and ask what books
they're teaching.

You could send for them,
get them up here,

and study them by
your own fireplace,

like honest Abe did.

Might take
a bit longer

without them
professors,

but it's a way, boy.

It's a way.

If I had my way,

you'd be president
of these United States.

Clayboy,

it was like
reaching for the sun

and the moon
and the stars,

wasn't it, dear?

Maybe it's a mistake.

Maybe it's one of them
clerical errors.

Who's kidding who?

They just don't want me.
Can't you see that?

Time for supper.

Come on. You, too,
children.

Wouldn't
surprise me at all

if the lord himself

kept Clayboy from
that scholarship.

Why would the lord
do that?

After the graduation,

we were
all so puffed up

and bragging
about him so.

Well, pride cometh
before a fall.

If the lord put you on
this earth to be poor,

poor you're going to be.
And if you're born ignorant,

you'll die ignorant.

Where the hell
did you get that?

In the Bible,
and stop swearing.

Show me.

I can't exactly
show you where,

but I heard
a preacher--

you've been listening
to too many preachers.

Lord, anybody could find
something wrote somewhere

to prove what
they want to prove.

Just because it's wrote down,
don't make it so.

You think you know
more than the preachers?

Maybe I do, maybe I don't.

I ain't been baptized
or nothing,

but the lord
my mama told me about

and the one
I been praying to

wouldn't set
his foot down

on any of my kids
trying to better himself.

What hurts most

is there must be
thousands of boys in college

who don't have
half the heart or mind

or craving to learn
our boy has.

That's what I've been
afraid of from the start,

that miss Parker
and the preacher

would open a window
for Clayboy

and show him
the world outside

and make him
want it

with all of
his heart and soul,

and then just slam
it shut in his face.

God forgive me,

I hate them

for letting our boy
get hurt like that.

I think
I'm getting me drunk.

Ain't going to take this
lying down.

No Spencer
ever did.

Nobody going
to tell my boy

there ain't room for him
outside this valley.

No siree.

Going down there

and talk to this
Dean fellow

who turned down
my boy.

You do that, Clay.

I'll make you a loan
of my pickup truck.

Won't even let you
in the gate, Clay.

They're educated.

I've talked to lots
of educated people.

Lots of them make more sense
than some ignoramuses.

Thanks for the loan
of the truck.

When you hear
that siren,

you pull over
and stop.

There's a man
bleeding in there.

You think he'll live?

How should I know?

I do know you won't
live long driving like this.

I was trying to find
the university.

You're right
in front of it.

I was looking for
the boss or foreman,

whoever runs the place.

This is the
administration building.

The boss man
works in there.

Now get over there.

Over here.

Morning, ma'am.

I'd like to see
the head man.

What about, sir?

My boy's
Clay Spencer Jr.,

and we put in
for this scholarship,

and we didn't get it.

I come down
to find out why.

Oh. Yes, sir.
Just a minute.

I'll be right back,
sir.

Well,
they look smart,

but I wonder
if any of them

ever did
an honest day's work.

Please go in,
Mr. Spencer.

I remember your
son's case very well.

What can I do for you?

Give my boy another chance
at them scholarships.

That's impossible.
They're all gone.

Where did
my son fail?

Fail? Nowhere.

His grades,
recommendations,

and qualifications
were excellent.

But he had one
insurmountable deficiency--

he had no Latin.

Latin is an absolute
prerequisite

for his chosen
vocation.

Won't you sit down,
please?

May I remind you

that many of
America's great men

never went
to college?

That won't be much
comfort for my boy.

It ain't only
for himself.

He dreams
of leading the way

for his brothers
and sisters.

How many children
do you have?

Nine of the finest kids
you ever seen.

I broke my back
keeping them in school.

I swore they'd all have
what I never got.

Which is?

High school education.

My first-born
made it with honors,

but now he's got
this deep craving for more,

and his mama and me
would make any sacrifice

to see he gets it.

If he wants
to be a minister

strongly enough--

wants to be what?

If he wants to
preach the gospel.

He don't want
to preach no gospel.

He just wants
a college education.

But he applied for a
ministerial scholarship,

and you signed it.

Friend, somebody's got things
royally fouled up.

I'd as soon see my boy
in jail as have a pulpit.

That seems
a strong statement.

What do you have
against preachers?

It's what they preach
against that I'm against.

I'm afraid
I don't understand.

They're against
everything I'm for.

They don't allow
drinking or smoking,

card playing,
pool shooting,

dancing, cussing,

or hugging, kissing,
and loving,

and, mister,
I'm for all of them things.

I got me a good
god-fearing wife,

and I let her bring up
our kids that way,

but I'll be triple-damned
in hell

before having a parson
in my family.

That seems pretty final.

Don't you teach
nothing else around here

besides this preaching
business?

Oh, yes.

We teach agriculture,

horticulture,
animal husbandry,

law, medicine,
business administration,

the social sciences,
the arts.

Good.

If my boy learns himself
this Latin

before college starts,
will you let him in?

He'd have to pay
his way.

What if I can swing it?

What if the answer
were no?

Well, this ain't the only
gol-durn college

in the country.

Sir, I just don't want
to break my boy's heart.

I don't think you'll need to,
neighbor Spencer.

If young Clay can
complete his Latin,

bring him to see me.

If the boy's anything
like his father,

I think he'd be an asset
to all of us.

Thank you, sir.

Bravo.

Well, what else could
I do? He's right.

This ain't the only
gol-durn college

in the country.

Oh, sorry.

I thought
Clayboy was here.

I found out why the college
wouldn't let him in. No Latin.

Then that
was my fault.

I've never
taught it.

I talked to this
nice fella, Beck.

Dean Beck?

There's
some fool notion

that Clayboy wanted
to be a preacher.

They got that
fool notion from me.

Ministry scholarships
were the only ones left.

We thought
what mattered most

was Clayboy's continuing
his education.

Well, don't worry.

I squashed that
preacher idea right away.

Dean says if Clayboy
gets his Latin some way,

he can choose
his own trade.

I won the Latin medal
when I was there.

I could teach him.

You could certify
he studied the course,

pass the examinations.

Dean Beck
should honor that.

He taught me Latin.

What would you charge
to teach him?

Charge? After you saved
my whole congregation?

We'll call it
bread on the water.

Don't give me
that Bible stuff.

We make a fair
and square deal.

Well, I know what
would be fair for me.

What's fair for you
is fair for me.

Name it, I pay it.

You insist?

Then the only payment
I want

is to see you
at our church Sundays.

Do we have a deal?

Thanks, preacher.

Thanks very, very much.

Oh, isn't it
wonderful?

Why, miss Parker,
I didn't know you cared.

Oh, I do.

I do!

Look.

Never thought
I'd see the day.

Pay up, guzzler.

He ain't gone in yet.

Say it isn't so, Clay.

You're damn right
it is.

It wouldn't hurt you heathens
none to come on in, too.

colonel.

Welcome to the house
of the lord, Clay Spencer.

Right proud to be here,
mother Ida.

On this very
auspicious day,

I suggest that
instead of hymn 142,

we all sing hymn 37--

when the roll
is called up yonder'

I'll be there.

?? When the trumpet
of the lord shall sound ??

?? and time
shall be no more ??

?? and the morning
grace eternal ??

?? bright and fair ??

?? when the saints of earth
shall gather ??

?? over on
the other shore ??

?? and the roll
is called up yonder ??

?? I'll be there ??

?? when the roll ??

?? is called up yonder ??

?? when the roll ??

?? is called up yonder ??

?? when the roll ??

?? is called up yonder ??

?? when the roll
is called up yonder ??

?? I'll be there ????

Now translate
from the sixth book

of Caesar's commentaries
on the Gallic war.

"The British chiefs..."

"Magna molare--

to be busy with
ambitious projects."

Ohh.

Sicilia. Sicily.

Taurus.

Bull. Templum.

Temple.

Perfect. Do the next
10 pages for tomorrow.

Conjugate me,
big boy.

You name it.

Conjugate "to love."

Amo, amas, amat,

amamas' amatis' amant.

Okay.
Let's.

Let's what?

Let's make love.

Where?

Right here.

You're nuttier
than a fruitcake.

Nutty about you,
hillbilly.

You'll to have to
cut your hair differently

when we get married.

We have to wait
four years?

Can't we start
practicing now?

I'm trying to study
for my Latin final.

I can't do it with you
blowing in my ear.

I've decided what
we're going to be--

archaeologists.

Yesterday
it was baby doctors.

We'll have our pictures
in the papers,

write books together.

We'll give
lectures together,

travel all over the world
seeking relics.

Don't have
to go that far.

There's a place on
Spencer's mountain

that's loaded
with Indian relics.

Oh, take me there.

Nope.
It's a secret place.

Nobody's been there
but me.

I've always wanted to go
somewhere where nobody's been.

Come on.

Claris,
I got to study.

Honest, I really do.

I can read your mind.

You're wondering what it
would be like up there--

just you and me.

It's not safe.

What do you want?

Mama says
to come to lunch.

Go and tell her
I'm coming.

I'll wait
and go with you.

Do what I tell ya!
I got things to do here first.

I bet you have--
with her.

I got to close windows
and lock up and things.

Now, go on.

I won't.

Yes,
or I'll spank your bottom.

Try and I'll tell mama
what I saw.

All you saw,

was your brother getting
something out of my eye.

His hands weren't even
near your eye.

You're telling a lie.

You'll go to hell.

Say that again, Becky, I'll
clobber your jaw so hard,

you'll look backwards
the rest of your life!

I'm gonna
tell mama on you.

Here take the key
and lock up

and close the windows
and things like that.

Becky!
You wait there!

Becky!

Becky, I'm going
to clobber you!

So they said
they'd slap me

if I told you.

What is she
trying to say?

I don't know.
What did she say?

She said you and Claris
were doing something bad.

Well, we weren't.

They were so--

all wrapped together
like two fishing worms!

We were not.

Go on. Go on out.
Gather the eggs. Go on.

Honest, mom. All
we were doing was kissing.

Oh, I believe you.
Go on. Eat your lunch.

Read me some Latin.

Laurentia
carnum cupit.

What does that mean?

It means laurentia
wants meat.

Well, well.
Imagine that.

Oh, my goodness.

If it weren't for me, you men
would starve to death.

Your father and grandfather
have gone up the mountain

and forgotten
their lunches.

I'll take them.

Go on.

Hey, son.

I keep having nightmares

about this tree falling
on our graveyard.

I'd hate to see
all our stones

get knocked
every which way.

I'll chop her down
for you, papa.

Ah. Good boy.

Good boy.

Hey, son.

My toy bank.

Hey, son.

My toy bank.

Had it when
I was a boy.

Papa!

Papa, go back!

Dad?

Grandpa!

Dad!

Dad.

Dad!

Dad!

God, help me.

Don't let my dad die.

Please.
I'll give up anything.

College, everything.

Dad, please don't.

I'll get help.

Don't die, dad. Please.

Up on the mountain.

Pop's been hurt.
I'm going for help.

I'll go right up.

Dad and grandpa!

Up on the mountain !
Accident!

Bring axes and saws!

Dad and grandpa,
they're bad hurt.

A tree fell on them.

Up on the mountain !
Dad and grandpa!

Tree fell on them!

Old Mr. Spencer's near
the front of the tree

and his son is under here.

He's under here.

Uhh.

Papa's under there.

Get pop out.

Get pop out.

Take it easy.

That ankle bone's
busted bad.

Damn it, doc.
Get pop out.

Cut the pants leg,

then pour a giant slug
of this down him.

He's gonna need it.

Give me the slug
before the pants leg, son.

Thought papa was down
at the graveyard.

I hollered at him,

but he froze.

Bone's sticking out,
pop.

Papa dead?

No. He's alive,
but...

It can't
be for long.

He's broken nearly
every bone in his body.

I gave him
enough morphine

to get him
down the mountain.

Better get
down there, son.

Prepare the women
for bad news.

About the only time
the old man ever whipped me.

I remember that.

Shouldn't
have sassed him.

You never
did that again.

Best hunter from
the valley, he was.

Till his eyes
went bad on him.

I hope Clay ain't
hurting too bad.

The doc put him
to sleep.

Your papa's gone.

?? Now the day ??

?? is over ??

?? night is drawing nigh ??

?? shadows of the evening ??

?? steal across the sky ??

?? Jesus ??

?? give the weary ??

?? calm and sweet repose ??

?? with thy tenderest
blessings ??

?? may our
eyelids close ??

?? when the morning wakens ??

?? then may I arise ??

?? pure and fresh
and sinless ??

?? in ??

?? thy holy eyes ??

?? amen ????

Here lies a man

who brought his bride
to Spencer's mountain

over 70 years ago...

Whose children were born
on this very summit...

Where his son
now builds a house

for his children

and for generations to come.

Nine fine sons...

And 32 grandchildren...

Owe their being
to this fine old man--

the fountainhead

of the Spencers
of this valley.

It was his request

that this goodbye
be kept simple.

That for the comfort
of his beloved wife and family,

this hymn be sung.

?? I come
to the garden alone ??

?? while the dew ??

?? is still on the roses ??

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?? discloses ??

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?? he walks ??

?? with me ??

?? and he talks ??

?? with me ??

?? and he tells me ??

?? I am his own ??

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Would my sons
gather 'round?

You, too, Clayboy.

We got to go back

to the business
of living,

so I want you
to hear

what your papa
and me writ down.

His last will
and testament.

"The old woman
writes this for me

"'cause I never did
learn to write myself.

"Remember when you boys
got married,

"I divided up
my homestead

"on Spencer's mountain
amongst you.

"So I got nothing left
to give nobody

"but this $37

"I tucked away
for a rainy day.

"Now I'm facing
the old master.

"It's my heart's wish

"that this savings
do some good,

"so I'm leaving it
to Clayboy,

"to help him get
to that there college

"he's got his heart
set on,

"knowing
he'll pioneer the way

for his brothers
and sisters to follow."

Good luck, Clayboy.

Aim for the stars.

Pa, I can't
take grandpa's money.

That was his way
of showing his faith.

But you could make it
through college.

But I'm
giving up college.

You mean you can't
lick this Latin?

I made a promise to god
I'd give it up.

Why would you
do that?

When the tree fell,

I promised
that if he let dad live...

Damn it, boy, I think
that's one promise

the good lord won't be
asking you to keep.

Good night.

Good night, sweetheart.

Good night.

Thanks for giving me
a son like that.

Which one
will be our bedroom?

Where did you
come from?

I brought us up
a picnic.

Where will we sleep?

You kill me.

Come kiss me
in the bedroom.

I don't know
where it will be.

Come up here,
and we'll figure it out.

Seems kind of
indecent.

What does?

Kissing
in broad daylight.

Well, that's
what makes it sexy.

You shouldn't
have come up here.

You could fall through
and break your neck.

It is
a long way down.

Hold me.

Why'd you come up here
in the first place?

So we could do this.

Do you always
plan things?

One of us has to.

Like our picnic.

I planned where
we'll have it.

Where?

At your secret place.

Is that all
you want to do there?

No, but we could
eat first.

Carry me downstairs.

Come on.

Or am I too heavy?

'Course not.

I know what
you're thinking.

I know what's been
on your mind

since you planned
this picnic.

I didn't plan it!
You did!

That's right--
blame it on me.

It's been
on your mind

ever since I mentioned
the secret place.

I knew you wanted
to get me there

so you could
try something.

Alright,
then let's not go.

Don't worry.

If you don't have
any willpower, I do.

Lead me to it.

Well, here it is.

Look.

Something's
been here.

Oh, only a deer.

That's where
he spent the night.

It's still warm
from its body.

No, it's been gone
since sunup.

It's just warm
from the sun.

We'll have
our picnic here.

Come.

Just think,

only a few
short hours ago,

some wild, beautiful thing
lay here.

And now look.

It's not like him
to miss supper.

We used to stop and smooch
a little on the way,

remember?

We never did smooch.

Not before marriage.

Depends on what you mean
by smooching.

It means making love.

Not really.

Only around the edges,

like you used
to let me.

Oh, stop it,
Clay.

Stop!

The kids
will see us.

Oh, I wish
I'd never told her

that you sent him
up there.

Nothing they can do
up the mountain

they can't do behind our own
morning glories. Right there.

I was at the house?

And me and Claris
had this picnic,

and everything's
fine up there, dad.

I mean, it's okay.

Your supper's
in the oven.

Not hungry.

Not hungry?

Well, that's
not like him.

Did--did his face seem
sort of flush to you?

Do you think he's coming
down with something?

Yep. Hell of a case
of first love.

Clayboy won't let me
in the bathroom.

You'll just have
to wait your turn.

He's putting ointment
all over him.

Ointment? Well, I...

I think you better
go upstairs

and find out
what's going on.

Let me in, son.

Wow! That's
quite a sunburn.

Wow!

A lot of sun.
Oh, wow!

Better let me
give you a hand.

Your mother
was worried.

Anything you want
to tell your old man?

Like what, pop?

When a young lad's
on a mountain all day

with a lively little filly
like Claris,

leads his mother to imagine
all sorts of things.

Next time,
if I was you,

I'd try to find
a shady place.

You didn't stop
at the crosswalk

for the girl.

Oh, sorry, sheriff.

This here's my son.

You may see him around
after next week.

It's the most beautiful
place on earth.

I'm getting
kind of scared.

Ah, don't worry.

He's not
the scary type.

"To whom it may concern,

"this certifies
that Clay Spencer Jr.

"Has completed
the equivalent

"of one college semester
in Latin,

"passing
final examination

"with a grade of 95.

Clyde goodson."

Please place this in the
Clay Spencer Jr. file,

then add his name
to the roster

of the freshmen class
entering on the 10th.

Don't he have to
talk Latin to you?

Goodson's
endorsement's enough.

By the way,
neighbor Spencer,

is he a good preacher?

Well, I've been
a heathen all my life,

and he's got me sitting in
the amen corner on Sunday.

Converted you, huh?

Hell, no.

That's what he charged
for giving my boy lessons.

Come see me when
you enroll next week.

Thank you, sir.

You were able
to raise the money?

All I needed was
the boy being accepted.

He's my collateral.

You must live
for days like this.

Let me get off!

Them all yours,
Spencer?

Sure are.

This here's
their ma Livvy.

And starting
with the baby,

that's Donnie,

there's John,
Pattycake,

Luke, Shirley,

Matt, mark, Becky,

and I think
you met this boy here

that day we was breeding
the bull.

He just got accepted
at the university.

I'd like to use him
as collateral on a new loan.

Never went
to college myself.

I done pretty good.

How much you want
this time?

Got it
all wrote down

right here.

Let's see.

First year
tuition fees,

college fees,

student activity fees,
contingent fees,

lab--$528?

How will
you pay this back?

Just like
the power saw.

Clay and I figured we could
pay you $10 each month

for 53 months.

With him
still on a cane?

What if you break
your neck?

The quarry's got
a $500 policy

on all
its employees.

If anything
should happen to Clay,

I'd endorse it over
to you.

I give you my word, sir.

Mr. John,
you come over here.

I want words
with you.

Oh, Minnie Cora,

come on out here
and meet the Spencers.

I met 'em already,
and I ain't presentable.

You come on over here.

My foreman brings me
this little heifer

to look after me.
I up and married her.

One of them
May/November weddings.

How soon you need
the cash?

Damn it, quit yakking
and get over here!

They're sucking around
after money, ain't they?

Shh.
Now, baby doll...

You got me to come here
and play house with you.

You said you'd name me
in your will.

So I did.

That money's
already mine,

and if you let them
have any,

you don't come messing
around me again.

Shh. Baby doll,
they'll hear.

Let 'em!

Come along, children.

We'll wait for daddy
in the truck.

I ain't forgot

Clayboy never bothered
to come calling.

Now let them beg.

Shh, take it easy,
baby doll.

You lend them
money,

and I move out
down the mountain.

I'd be glad to pay you
interest, Mr. John.

They'd be glad
to pay us interest.

Well, ya--

you see how it is.

Yes.
I see how it is.

Man my age--
he gets lonesome.

Sure. Sure.

Well, thanks
just the same, sir.

Uh, you might try
colonel Coleman.

He's already advanced me
pay every week

till my leg mends.

You're the only hope
we had.

Clayboy,
take them inside.

See that grandma
changes them

from their
Sunday clothes.

Alright.

For the first time
in my life,

I wish I could swear.

Real bad.

Don't cry,
sweetheart,

you'll get me
to bawling, too.

Why shouldn't we bawl?

All of our life
reaching out

for something better
for our kids

than we ever had
for ourselves,

and the one time
we go begging,

all we get
is a slap in the face.

And why?

Just because that
little harlot said no.

We still got a week
to find a way.

No. We've got to stop
torturing ourselves

and our boy
with false hopes.

There is no way.

Clayboy is going
to end up his life

slaving in that quarry,

and so are his brothers,

so let's stop
this dreaming.

I got to get this truck
back to slim.

Is it safe
for dad to drive?

Uh-huh.

Claris left
this note for me.

Wants me to meet her
at the library.

Says it's important.

Alright,

but let's keep our
failures to ourselves.

I'd rather the whole
world didn't know,

at least not
for a little while.

I--I'm in no mood
for sympathy.

Boy, do I have
a surprise for you.

Admitted?
By September 10th?

Yes. That's
my big surprise.

We're going
to be together.

We're going to be matriculated
together next week.

Matriculated?

For the next four years,

we'll be going through
college together.

I was in the top 10%.

Aren't you proud of me?
Won't we have fun?

Claris,
you'll miss your plane!

Daddy's taking me
to the airport.

Better unlock the door
so he won't think

this is another
secret place.

What's the matter?

Is anything wrong?

Isn't it just like
a dream come true?

Don't worry about having
to spend money on me for dates.

I know how it is.

We'll just take long walks
nights on the lake.

I'll meet you
8:00 Monday morning

on the steps of the
administration building.

Do you know
where it is?

Oh, I love you.

We've got to stop
torturing ourselves

and our boy
with false hopes.

There is no way.

Clayboy is going
to end up his life

slaving in that quarry,

and so are his brothers,

so let's stop this dreaming.

Where you been
all evening?

Have you gone crazy
or something?

I'm going to fix
this whole place up

for you, honey.

Get you
a brand new sink,

gonna paint
the walls.

Screen in
the front porch

so you can watch
the kids play.

I thought we were
going to do all that

at the dream house.

Would you mind
something terrible

if this was our home
for always?

Of course not.

I--I love this house.

It's where
my children were born.

That other house
was your dream,

not mine.

Well, honey, that dream's
gone up in smoke.

You know how
colonel Coleman's

always been after
that property?

I sold it to him
tonight--

all except
the graveyard grove.

Come morning, our boy's
going out to that college.

If he makes good,
he'll help Matt get started,

and Matt
will help Becky,

and right on down
the line.

Oh, Clay.

Oh, Clay, of course
they'll make it.

They're all
thoroughbreds.

There's not a throwaway
in the bunch,

just like you said.

They'll turn out to be
doctors and nurses

and lawyers--
even presidents.

I got Clayboy
a going-away suit.

I don't want
no son of mine

looking like
a hillbilly.

Oh, Clay, darling.

Well, good luck,
Clayboy.

God bless you.

Don't you dare unpin
your college money

until you're face to face
with the Dean.

Don't take up
any fancy ways, boy.

Trust in god
and go to church.

Amen.

Make us proud.

Say goodbye
to your brother, kids.

I want to go
with Clayboy.

Come here, Pattycake.

I love you, sweetheart.

Now, be good, huh?

Come here.

Okay.

Someday it'll be
your turn, dear.

Remember how much
you're loved.

Give 'em hell, kid.

Going far, son?

Right far.