All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S09E20.The.Lumberjack.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Good morning.

Remember me? I met you
the other day at Godsey's store.

Sure.

Erin Walton.

Number four
in a family of seven

works for J.D. Pickett, single.

And how did you
know all that?

Oh, I did some research,
was hoping I'd see you again.

-You're not listening to me.
-Yes, I am.

You said, uh..

You said you're gonna be
sorry in the morning.

-Does Erin know about this?
-No, I think it's time she did.

(SIGHS)

John, I wasn't trying to hurt
her, believe me.

Just straighten it out fast,
or you'll answer to me.

I want you to come home with me,
meet my father.

Well, that seems fair enough.
You've met my family.

And after, you'll understand why
I haven't been honest with you.

JOHN-BOY: As the memories of war
began to fade,

our lives took on the more
natural rhythms of daily life.

Spring came to the mountain,
and the dogwood and the redbud

blossomed beneath
the evergreen pines.

Erin's heart had been
sorely tried by the war,

and for a long time
she carried a secret wound.

When love did come
to claim Erin again,

she welcomed it
with her usual spirit.

It was the rest of the family
that was left breathless.

-PAUL: This board's warped.
-Listen, buddy...

Name's Mathews.
Paul Mathews.

You got a lot of nerve telling
me how to run my business.

You're selling
unseasoned lumber.

I'm offering wood that won't
curl up and crack on customers.

BEN: Twenty cents a board foot
more, I wouldn't have customers.

You know, I heard the name
Walton stood for quality work.

I guess, I thought that meant
quality thinking, too.

Get outta here,
Mathews.

Take your goons with you.

JOE: No need to get
huffy here, little man.

Ben, come on,
calm down.

Now, wait a minute, it's not
worth fighting over, guys.

I'll come back when you've
thought about it.

There's nothing
to think about.

Let's go.

-Something funny about that guy.
-Don't see me laughing, do you?

I mean, he looks familiar.
What's his name?

Mathews,
Paul Mathews.

Doesn't ring a bell.

Ah, thought he could just bully
me into buying his lumber.

Grandpa always said,
he felt like a bear trainer

when these backwoods guys
came into town.

They're rough on the outside,

but if you're patient,
they'll learn to dance for you.

John-Boy, don't start telling me
how to run my business.

I've had enough
for one day.

Mr. Godsey, I would like
a word with you, please.

Uh, yes, Corabeth,
what is it?

I've heard that Lou Ann Bunker
is leaving her husband

and selling their house.

Oh, how did you
find that out?

-From an unimpeachable source.
-Ah!

You've been listening in on
the party line again, I bet.

Mr. Godsey,
I have told you repeatedly

that all is fair
in love and real estate.

-What's this then?
-Be careful, this is fragile.

Well, I can read.
It's marked right on the crate.

Well, this is, uh...
It's an investment.

An investment?

I thought it was understood that
I made the investments here.

Corabeth, it's just 50 bucks.
It'll make us rich.

Fifty dollars?

Why, Mr. Godsey,
$50 would buy

a quarter of an acre of prime
real estate in this county.

Now, you owe me
an explanation.

(DOOR OPENING)

Ike. Corabeth.

Erin, your order's ready.
I'll be right back.

Men!

I have always felt,
that the cornerstone

of a relationship
was based on honesty.

That the foundation
was based on trust,

that the bricks and mortar

were based on sharing
and communication.

But I fear, that once again
I have misjudged Mr. Godsey.

-You and Ike have a fight?
-We're about ready to.

Oh, it's a Geiger counter.

Yes, it's based largely on
the futile search for uranium.

I know. Jim-Bob's been reading
about it for weeks.

Uh-huh,
I smell a conspiracy.

It's $1.10, Erin.

Alright. Ike Godsey,
a $1.10. There you go, here.

(ERIN CHUCKLES)

How have things
been with you?

(SIGHS) I think I'm going
to enter the convent.

(EXCLAIMS) Suffering from the
dearth of eligible young men?

I thought once
the war's over,

there would be plenty
to go around for everyone.

The way things are going,
I'd take the first man

to walk through that door.

ERIN: Forget what I said.

Why don't you watch where you're
going? You might hurt someone.

I'm sorry.
I didn't see you.

That's okay. I wasn't looking
where I was going.

-I'm Paul Mathews.
-Erin Walton.

You're a Walton, huh?
I've heard the name.

Mathews. Now, where have
I heard that before?

Aren't you gonna introduce us
to the pretty little lady, boss?

Uh, these are the Hurley
brothers. This is Tom, Joe.

You'll have to excuse
their behavior.

We've been up in the hills too
long to remember our manners.

IKE: Is there anything
we can do for you?

Yeah. I was wondering
if you had any Cadwaller 59.

I seem to have
run out of pipe tobacco.

Well, we don't normally handle
that expensive a blend,

but when I'm in Charlottesville,
I'll see if I can pick some up.

Yeah, I'd be most obliged,
if you did.

Mathews! You bought
the old Larson estate,

and you're in the lumber
business, aren't you?

Yes, I am.

News sure does travel fast
around here, doesn't it?

-That's a nice property.
-And a prime recreation area.

Why, there's
a lumber lease available,

and moderate taxes
and it's right on a county road.

Well, it's not much
of an operation yet,

but I'd be happy for you to stop
by and look at it sometime.

All of you.

Well, are you guys
about ready to go?

Goodbye, again.

ALL: Bye.

Erin, don't stare like that.
It's not ladylike.

What kind of tobacco
was that, Ike?

Cadwaller 59.
Why?

No reason.

(DOOR CLOSING)

I'm afraid, Erin has lost her
head to that roughneck.

I'm sure Erin
can take care of herself.

Stay!

-Are you alright, Cindy?
-I am fine, just fine.

Then why are you
yelling at spoons?

I'm not yelling,
I'm growling.

What's the matter?

Some guy came to the mill,
and Ben's mad at him,

so he's picking on me.
And it's just not fair.

ELIZABETH: When you're
finished with the silverware,

I got some math
you can--

CINDY: Thanks a lot,
Elizabeth.

Erin, at least you could stay
out of my line of fire.

Erin?

Uh-oh, I've seen
that look before.

I think you should
tell us about it.

I just met the most beautiful
man in the world.

He's tall
and handsome and gentle.

Slow down.

(ALL GIGGLING)

And his hair is the color
of autumn leaves.

Who is he? Where does he come
from? What's his name?

I'm not gonna say a word
because I saw him first.

Are you sure he's real?

I don't know,
but I'm going to find out.

Good morning, Paul.

I was on a ride,
so I thought I'd stop by.

(HORSE NEIGHS)

(SIGHS) Okay, let me think
of something else.

Umm. I've got it.

My father sent my brother some
tobacco, but he doesn't smoke,

and it just happened to be your
brand, so I thought...

Oh, that's no good.

Hmm.

I know. How's this?

(CLEARS THROAT)

I'm a member of the Walton
Mountain Welcoming Committee.

On behalf of our business
community, I'd like to--

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Oh, shut up.

(SIGHS)

-Hi.
-Good morning.

Remember me? I met you the other
day at Godsey's store.

Sure.

Erin Walton.

Number four
in a family of seven,

works for J.D. Pickett,
single.

And how do you
know all that?

Well, I did some research.
I was hoping I'd see you again.

It's quiet up here.

Where are your friends?

In town.
Taking the day off.

Well,
I brought you a present.

Cadwaller 59, fresh
from Charlottesville.

-You didn't have to do that.
-I know, but I did.

I had to go into Charlottesville
this week anyway,

so it's no problem,
really.

Thank you.

Now tell me, are you ever going
to get down off that horse?

-Is that coffee I smell?
-Mm-hmm. Lumberjack style.

-Care for a cup?
-Thought you'd never ask.

I like living up here.
It's peaceful.

I take only what I need,
give back whatever I can.

Nobody loses that way.

My Daddy and Grandpa used to
talk about these woods that way.

Words were a little different,
but the feeling was the same.

-They used to?
-My Grandpa's buried up here.

My Dad is with
my Mom in Arizona.

She's sick
and needs the desert sun.

Your family's lumber operation
goes back three generations?

More than that.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, mine, too.

You're from a family
of woodsmen?

I really do love
these hills.

These woods.

In many ways, I'm more at home
with nature than with people.

I guess, I wanna be known
as a kind of a Johnny Appleseed.

Remembered for the trees
I planted,

instead of the ones
I cut down.

-Were you laughing at me?
-No.

I guess,
I'm just a little nervous.

And I feel foolish about the way
I burst in on you this morning.

Oh, I'm glad you did.

We can be foolish
together if you like.

Corabeth.

Mr. Godsey.

Aren't you gonna
say anything?

You look ridiculous.
Tie those earflaps up.

I'm not gonna get
into an argument with you.

-And I'm going.
-Bon voyage.

And you're not
gonna stop me, either.

(DOOR OPENING)

-Hey, Corabeth.
-IKE: Hey, Jim-Bob.

You all ready to go,
Ike?

Yeah. I'll be ready in a couple
of minutes, I guess.

What's all this stuff for?
We're only gone a few days.

Not much.
Just standard camping stuff.

I got the tent and the sleeping
bag and the two compasses

and the long johns
and the socks

and, of course,
the dozen cans of lima beans.

Yeah,
I get the picture.

Yeah, well, why don't you get
everything out to the car?

Sure, but don't expect me to
carry this once we're there.

I guess,
I better get going.

Uh...

You take care
of the store, huh?

And if you need anything,
you just ask Jodie to come over.

Aren't you gonna
say goodbye?

Aren't you gonna try
to talk me out of it. Anything?

I have never been one to stand
in the way of a person

who is determined to make
a jackass out of himself.

Well, I've never heard you
talk like that before.

Well, don't stand there gaping.
I know exactly what is going on.

You and James Robert
are taking

that ridiculous gadget
out into the woods.

There's nothing ridiculous about
this piece of equipment.

You're gonna walk around
pointing at the ground

in the hopes of finding
radioactive gold.

All you will find
are bears and mosquitoes.

There is nothing radioactive
south of the Arctic Ocean.

That just shows
you don't know

because there's all sorts
of uranium out there

just laying and waiting for guys
like Jim-Bob and I to find it.

And I'm gonna rig it
and get rich.

What you are going to be is
hungry, lonely, tired and cold

and hopelessly lost.

I want you to remember,
I'm doing this for you.

Oh, Mr. Godsey,
you forgot something.

A Geiger counter
may lead you to riches,

but it can never open
a can of lima beans.

Thanks.

(ERIN GIGGLING)

ERIN: Okay. Do it,
jump.

ERIN: I'm exhausted.

It wasn't my idea to climb
to the mountain top.

Aren't you
glad we did?

I mean, have you
been any place

where you can see three counties
from the same spot?

Nope.

I've never seen a girl with
so many pine needles, either.

Or with such
beautiful hair.

You know, I probably should've
worn a hat today.

Rose always says, I should wear
a hat when I'm in the sun.

It makes me freckle.
The sun, not the hat.

(LAUGHS)

I used to have a lot, when I was
little. Freckles, not hats.

I have a lot of hats, too, and
I probably should've worn one.

I'll probably
be sorry in the morning.

-You're not listening to me.
-Yes, I am.

You said, uh...

You said you're gonna
be sorry in the morning.

This is a cozy scene.

Where is everybody?

Mostly at church.

Erin slept late. She was out
pretty late last night.

Who's this mysterious guest
she's invited for dinner?

I don't know, but I hope he
doesn't mind lumps in his gravy.

-Hey, don't do that.
-This needs salt.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Here. You mash for a while.
I'll get it.

BEN: I'll be glad, when Rose
gets back from her honeymoon.

Afternoon...

Ben.

If those are for me,
you can just forget it.

Whoa!

That's no way
to treat a dinner guest.

This has been a lovely dinner.
I wanna thank you ladies.

MARY ELLEN: Don't thank us.
Ben and Jason did most
of the work.

(CHUCKLING) My compliments.

JASON: (CHUCKLES)
We aim to please.

Look, I hate to bring
business to the table, but

I wanna apologize
for the other day, Ben.

I didn't mean
to be arrogant with you.

Apology accepted.

Still doesn't mean
I agree with you.

-He wants me to buy his lumber.
-He doesn't wanna pay my prices.

Well, so now you negotiate.
That's common business practice.

With inflation
and shortages,

I'm cutting corners
just to stay afloat now.

Maybe I'm old fashioned,
Ben,

but I charge more
because I only cut mature trees.

Sure it's expensive,
but the forests

aren't destroyed
in the process, either.

With your prices, I'd be out
of business in nothing flat.

And your customers
will be in Richmond,

buying from Northridge Lumber,
they'll get wood, not arguments.

If I have my way, I'll put
Northridge out of business.

I'll run them into the ground,
selling quality lumber.

Can't argue with success.

Northridge is one of the biggest
operations in the state.

It's made Wesley Northridge
a millionaire.

PAUL: Yeah.

He'll destroy himself

if he doesn't stop stripping
away whole mountains.

You're spending too much time
alone in the woods.

(BEN AND CINDY CHUCKLES)

"I am no more lonely

than the loon in the
pond that laughs so loud."

"Or than Walden Pond itself."

Were you ever
a student at Boatwright?

No.
Why do you ask?

I'm not sure. I have the feeling
I know you from somewhere.

I have one
of those faces.

People are always mistaking me
for somebody else.

PAUL: I hate to break this up,
but what about that walk you
promised me?

Coming right up.

-Thanks again.
-JASON: You're welcome.

-Goodbye.
-ALL: Bye-bye.

(DOOR CLOSING)

I like him better
when he's not jumping down

my throat about
my own business.

Well, Erin likes him.

I like his ideas
on conserving the forests.

Don't you start
in on me.

Daddy and Grandpa would've
paid a premium to buy

from someone who cares
about these woods.

And Daddy would have sold the
rest of the co-op on the idea.

If y'all promise not to say
another word about Paul Mathews,

I'll help do the dishes.

(ALL LAUGHS)

Hey, what are you doing?

-What?
-What are you doing?

Oh! I'm checking the compass.
Making sure we don't get lost.

Why don't you leave
a trail of bread crumbs?

(LAUGHS) And if the birds
eat them up? Not me.

Hey, come on, I know
every inch of this mountain.

There's no way we're
gonna get lost.

Professional prospectors
don't leave anything to chance.

Look, I promise you
we'll get back to camp, okay?

Well, okay.

(METAL DETECTOR CRACKLING)

-Jim-Bob!
-Something the matter, Ike?

I hear something, it's here.
Come here, look at that dial go.

It's right around in here.

There! Dig there.

Uh, it's just an old watch.
It's got a radium dial on it.

Well, at least we know
this thing works.

It's a step
in the right direction.

It's been a long day, you don't
mind if we head back, do you?

Yeah,
I suppose we should.

That way we'll be fresh
for the big strike, huh?

According to my calculations,

camp should be right off
in that direction.

Hey, Ike, where're you going?
Camp's over this way.

So, exactly how long
have we known each other?

Uh, let's see.

From the first minute you threw
yourself at me in Godsey's store

until now,
that's, uh...

Six days,
14 hours and...

Twenty-six minutes
and 55 seconds.

(LAUGHS)

'Course, that's only an
estimate, you realize.

It seems like it's been longer
than that. At least a week.

In all that time, I haven't
taken you to a movie.

Or bought me
a chocolate malt.

Or called you
on the telephone.

Or told me
anything about yourself.

Alright, what do you wanna know?
That I think you're beautiful?

And that I've never
felt like this before?

No, I wanna know about you,

where you come from,
and who you are.

(CAR APPROACHING)

-Sorry if I'm intruding.
-You're out late.

I'm glad you're here,
Paul.

I've been doing a lot of
thinking about what you said.

I talked to the other members
of the co-op.

We care about this forest
as much as you do.

And our reputations.

And we're willing to risk
losing some of our customers

to keep the quality up.

It's a little rough,
but it's all there.

We can work out
the details in the morning.

Is this a contract?

On your terms
and at your prices.

What changed your mind?

We haven't been happy with
the lumber we've gotten lately.

Just thought we were stuck
with it because of the costs.

You won't be sorry,
Ben.

It'll pay off in the long run,
I promise you that.

It better.

I'll leave you
two alone. Goodnight.

Good night, Ben.

I don't believe it!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

I gotta get some sleep.
I got a big day tomorrow.

Oh, Erin Walton,
I knew you'd bring me luck.

Don't forget me
when you're rich and important.

Are you kidding?
I'm never gonna forget you.

I hope not.

Erin, could we talk?

No, it's late, John-Boy,
and I'm tired.

It's about Paul.

I know.
Isn't he wonderful?

Listen,
I don't wanna butt in.

Why do people always say that
when they're just about to?

Has he told you
anything about his family?

-Why are you so curious?
-I'm just concerned about you.

Don't be, John-Boy.
I'm doing fine on my own.

Hey, Jim-Bob, let's rest
a little bit, huh?

(IKE GROANING)

(METAL DETECTOR CRACKLING)

Hey, Ike,
listen to this!

-I don't want a watch, thanks.
-This isn't a watch.

Hand me that sample bag.
I think we got something here.

You're kidding.

Let me listen.

Jim-Bob,
I think you're right.

Let's get a sample, huh?

We gotta get this
into Rockfish to the Assayers.

Jim-Bob, I knew we'd do it.
I knew it!

(laughs)

-Good morning.
-John!

Another five minutes
and you'd have missed us.

We've got important cutting
to do today.

Yeah, Ben told me
about the contract.

I hope he hasn't
changed his mind on me.

You recognize that?

(SIGHS)

Why don't you guys go on ahead?
I'll catch up with you.

Where'd you get this?

It's a back issue of Stars
and Stripes. I was on the staff.

That's where
I must've seen you.

-Does Erin know about this?
-No, but I think she should.

(SIGHS)

John, I wasn't trying to hurt
her, believe me.

Just straighten it out fast,
or you'll answer to me.

IKE: Corabeth?

Corabeth,
where are you?

-Good morning.
-Corabeth, guess what?

I have business to attend to,
and I suggest you do the same.

Now remove all this gear
from the premises.

And clean yourself up.

That is if you are
intending to stay.

Corabeth!

Corabeth!

Corabeth,
you listen to me!

Mr. Godsey, please.

I would rather not discuss our
difficulties with the world.

I don't care
if the whole world hears us!

We're gonna be rich! I want
everybody to hear. Look at that!

Mr. Godsey,
I'm late for an appointment.

Now, could we discuss
your dirt collection later?

No! You hold on to this.

If you won't listen, I want you
to listen to something else.

Here,
put those over your ears.

I mean it, go ahead. You'll see
what I'm talking about.

Here, I'll hold it right in
there and push the button.

Now, you listen.

(METAL DETECTOR CRACKLING)

There!

Whatever is in there,
Corabeth, is radioactive.

I'm gonna take these to the
Assayer's office in the morning,

and what he's gonna tell us is
gonna bring about a big change.

That is what you wanted,
isn't it?

You're late. I thought you were
going to stand me up.

There's something
I have to tell you, Erin.

(SIGHS) I've been looking
for the right words all day.

Is something wrong?

Erin, I've fallen
in love with you.

Is that all?
You scared me.

Wait.

And there's a lot
you don't know about me.

And a lot you don't
seem to wanna talk about.

(PAUL SIGHS)

I want you to come home
with me, meet my father.

Well, that seems fair enough,
you've met my family.

And after, you'll understand why
I haven't been honest with you.

What do you mean?

Don't be afraid.

If we truly love each other,
everything's gonna be alright.

Yes.
Uh-huh.

Alright.

Bye.

You're going with me?

If you're going to the Assayer's
office, of course, I'm going.

If you're gonna make a fool
of yourself, I shall oversee it.

-(CHUCKLING) You're good to me.
-We're in this together.

Oh, yes! You can take me to that
lovely little French cafe.

-The one that just opened.
-It's awfully expensive, right?

I thought money
was no object.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Are we having a fire sale?

No, we're trying to decide
what we're going to wear.

What's the matter
with what you have on?

I don't know. Maybe Mr. Mathews
wouldn't approve.

The way you look in that outfit,
Mr. Mathews will love you.

It's Mrs. Mathews,
I'd worry about.

Paul's mother's dead. Maybe I
should wear something simple.

What sort of man
is Paul's father?

I don't know.

Until last night, I didn't know
whether he was dead or alive.

Where does he live?

I don't know that, either.

There are lots of things about
Paul that I don't know.

It scares me.

You only met him
a week ago.

I keep thinking
about Ashley.

He swept me off my feet,
and he left me just as fast.

It happens
to the best of us.

I haven't heard from
Jonesy in two weeks.

I have this terrible fear, I'm
going to end up like Miss Emily.

With this dream of a kiss
and no man to stand behind it.

That's exactly
what's going to happen,

if you don't quit acting
silly and get ready!

Paul.

-Paul.
-What?

Where are we?

This is all Northridge Lumber
property.

As far as the eye can see.

It kind of makes
Walton's Mountain look small.

How much further?

I live about
a half an hour up the road.

I have butterflies
in my stomach.

So do I.

Well, it's your father
we're going to see.

Why should you be nervous?

That's a complicated question.

You'll find out
soon enough.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Come in.

-Mr. Franklin?
-Have a seat.

I'll be right with you.

The clerk outside
told us to see you!

Confound these things!

Every Tom, Dick and Harry wants
to make millions on uranium.

If those magazines would stop
publishing articles on

how to strike it rich
in the atomic age

it would make my life a lot
simpler, I can tell you that!

I'm Ike Godsey
and this is my wife, Corabeth.

Every fool with $200 is out
there with a Geiger counter.

How much?

Now, what can I do
for you folks?

I believe
I have found uranium.

Mr. Godsey, is it?

The government has been over
this land looking--

But they haven't been over
every inch of Walton's Mountain.

If it had,
we would've known about it.

Mr. Godsey, Mrs. Godsey,
I am a very busy man.

Well, you're gonna
be a lot busier.

We are taxpaying,
hardworking citizens.

Now, we want you
to take this sample bag...

(FRANKLIN COUGHING)

(HOARSELY) and do your job.

Corabeth, please.

(COUGHS) Come, Mr. Godsey.

We are going to lunch,
and then we are going home.

Now, we expect to hear from you
regarding the results.

What's come over you?
You're all over me and now him.

Mr. Godsey,
I am your wife.

I have a right
to give you a hard time.

Public servants do not!

(COUGHING)

This is it.

What is this place?

Home.

This is where I grew up.

It's also time
you knew my real name, Erin.

It's Northridge.

Paul Mathews Northridge.

-As in Northridge Lumber?
-Yeah.

Erin, I couldn't do business
on my own as a Northridge.

Just please don't hold that
against me.

Come on.

Paul, I was so happy to hear
you were coming.

It's good to see you, Roxie.
This is my friend, Erin Walton.

Let me take your things,
Miss Walton.

I called. I believe
my father's expecting me.

Oh, he's upstairs, Paul.

Why don't you wait in the
library while I go tell him--

Roxie, what is that
jalopy doing out front?

I've told the gardener
to park it...

Erin, this my father,
Wesley Northridge.

Dad, this is Erin Walton.

-How do you do?
-Mr. Northridge.

You should've told me that
your guest was a young woman.

It's nice
to see you too, sir.

I didn't kill the fatted calf,
if that's what you expected.

I knew when you walked out,
that you'd be back.

Dad, could we go into
that later, please?

Of course.

Show Miss Walton around
and I'll see you at lunch.

Now you've seen him.
What do you think?

-Is he always like that?
-No.

Sometimes he's worse.

I never thought I'd miss
the OPA's price freezing.

The thaw
has certainly set in.

Things are going up so fast,
I can hardly keep track.

Corabeth, would you scratch my
back here? I can't reach it.

No, little lower.
Little higher.

Every time I sell, I either
have to look it up or add 10%.

-Down, just a little bit.
-There, that's it. Oh, yeah.

-What's the matter with you?
-I don't know, but don't stop.

Ever since I've been out in the
woods, I've had this scratch.

The chiggers, ticks, sand fleas.
Mr. Franklin.

Mr. Godsey, Mrs. Godsey,
please excuse the intrusion.

I analyzed your sample right
after you left.

I must see your site
immediately.

-You think we found something?
-You sure did.

Yahoo! I gotta tell my partner.
He's across at the garage.

Corabeth, take care
of the store.

No, Mr. Godsey, I'm going with
you. We're in this together.

You'll have to tramp in the
woods with the chiggers,

ticks and fleas and dirt.

Mr. Godsey, we already have
the wee beasties.

And I loathe dirt. But I could
learn to love uranium.

(IKE CHUCKLES)

Thank you, Roxie.

You've put on
some weight, son.

A little. It's mostly muscle.
I've been working outside a lot.

Too bad. The big decisions
are made on the inside.

You should've seen him
when he went to Yale.

He was the tallest, skinniest,
beanpole you can imagine.

Well, he looks fine to me
just the way he is.

I really didn't
want to go to Yale.

I wanted to go
to a forestry school.

Yale is my alma mater. I pulled
lots of strings to get in.

Like you pulled to get me
a desk job in the army,

instead of seeing some action.

Came outta the war
in one piece, right?

I came out determined that
you weren't gonna run my life.

I still feel that way.

I thought you came up here
to talk business.

I also said there was someone
I wanted you to meet.

Someone very
important to me.

Alright. Miss Walton, let's talk
about you for a while.

-Hey, I've hit something.
-FRANKLIN: Easy.

IKE: What is that?
FRANKLIN: Easy. Let me do it.

Let me do it.

IKE: What is it?

FRANKLIN: Those are chemical
storage vials.

S.A.C. Laboratory.

That stands for
Southeast Advanced Chemicals.

The laboratory isn't too
far from here.

What's this stuff
doing out here?

They manufacture
a number of chemicals,

including radium
for watch dials.

You've located
a sizeable quantity

of radioactive waste products.

Do you mean to tell me, we've
trudged way out here

only to discover
waste products?

I warned that outfit about
dumping waste material

without checking with us.

This isn't the first time
it's happened.

This is enough
to set off a Geiger counter?

Any radiation will do it.
Even a watch dial.

(SIGHS)

I wanna thank you two
for finding this.

It oughta to give me enough
proof to shut that place down.

Mr. Franklin, I'm afraid this
is a case of mistaken identity.

-There is no uranium?
-No, ma'am.

In the whole state of Virginia
so far, there's been no uranium.

And if there was, it would be
in a rock, not in the dirt.

I'm sorry, Corabeth.

But finding this is truly
a public service.

It could cause real problems,
if it got into our water supply.

Believe me, Mr. Franklin,
it has caused real problems.

Mr. Godsey,
I'll see you in the car.

Walton's Mountain, I've heard
there's good timber there.

But I don't think we've
ever done business

with your family's
little mill.

Well, it's actually
not that little.

My father set up a co-op with
most of the local dealers

and it's quite effective.

WESLEY: Really?

My father finds it
hard to believe

that it's possible to cooperate
with your competitors.

And my son thinks that
I'm a despot

who rules my empire by means
of intrigue and treachery.

I've never heard him
say that.

Did he say I offered him a vice
presidency at Northridge Lumber?

In spite of his crazy ideas
about conservation

that would ruin us?

They may set you back a little
at first, I admit that.

But you'll be stronger later
for respecting your resources.

WESLEY: You see what I've been
putting up with for all this
time?

Try to talk
some sense to him.

You're a woman, maybe
he'll listen to you.

Excuse me, could you pass
the cream, please?

PAUL: I left Northridge
and changed my name

so I could prove my theories,
without interference from you.

I came to tell you, I've signed
a contract with Ben Walton.

I'm gonna make it work
the way I believe in.

Paul, could you please
pass me the sugar?

(SLAMS BOTTLE)

It's only a start, but it's
business you'll never get

unless you meet my terms.

I don't believe it!

Now, you sound like
you're making me an offer.

We can do
business together.

With Northridge putting my
methods to use on a large scale.

You say you've always wanted me
in the company, right?

Here I am, and I've proved
my thinking has a market.

With a two-bit outfit that
does business with hillbillies!

Now, wait a minute.

I'm on my way
to bigger and better things.

And I'll do it with you
or without you.

And you'll do it without me!

I don't wanna have anything
to do with y'all.

WESLEY: Miss Walton!

Mr. Northridge, you talk loud
and you talk too much!

What did you say?

I'm sure that you heard me.
Paul is right.

You're a domineering,
insensitive, pompous man.

And you'll be happy to know
that your son following you.

-Wait a minute, Erin.
-No, Paul, it's too late.

I came up here
with the mistaken idea that

you wanted me to meet your
father because we were in love.

You're in love, with proving
that you're better than he is.

And I'm just an excuse for you
to come here and see him.

And it happens, my brother owns
a lumber co-op you can show off.

That is not true, Erin.

Well, that's the way
it seems so far.

I'm going back
to the mountain,

where people may have
their differences,

but they don't let thoughts
come in front of feelings.

Erin, wait a minute.

Don't try and stop me, Paul,
I don't like it here.

WESLEY: Miss Walton.

Wait a minute,
will ya?

Erin, who won't
listen now?

Thanks for lunch,
Paul.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Coming.

Corabeth!
Hi, come on in.

Listen, everyone,
I bring important news!

James Robert
and Mr. Godsey are heroes.

What're you talking
about, Corabeth?

It says right here
in the Charlottesville paper.

It was delivered
while at church.

CORABETH: Now, listen.

"Jefferson County
men serve community.

"Harold B. Franklin, Government
Assayer, advised yesterday that

"James Robert Walton

"and Isaac Godsey
of Walton's Mountain

"were instrumental in
locating the illegal disposal

"of radioactive waste
in the foothills above Rockfish.

"Their discovery could very well
have prevented pollution

"of local streams

and harmful exposure to anyone
finding the buried material."

Isn't that remarkable?

-That's great!
-Terrific!

Mr. Godsey, I think
with your civic mindedness,

you could run
for public office.

And Jason, you could
be his campaign manager.

Oh, come on, Corabeth,
it isn't that big a deal.

It says here that you are to be
congratulated by the governor.

Why, Mr. Godsey, with your
notoriety, you could go far.

You can always run
for dog catcher, Ike.

Let me see that, Corabeth.
Maybe I'll run for Sheriff.

He said he didn't wanna hurt
you, but it looks like he did.

If that's the way that Paul is,
then I don't wanna see him.

Oh, John-Boy, he just changed.
I didn't even know him.

I guess, with that kinda history
he has a lot to live down.

(CAR APPROACHING)

I don't believe it.

What now?

JIM-BOB: Look at that limousine.
CORABETH: Oh, and a chauffeur.

IKE: Oh, my goodness, you don't
suppose that's the governor.

Looks like Paul Mathews
is no longer incognito.

JIM-BOB: Hi, come on in.

Hi, Paul.

This is the Walton family,
Dad.

This is Mr. and Mrs. Godsey.
They own the general store here.

How do you do? It's
a pleasure to see you.

How do you do?

We handle your toothpicks
at our mercantile.

I'm glad to hear that.

We even sell
the splinters at Northridge.

(ALL LAUGHING)

PAUL: Erin.

We're here to apologize.
We were both very rude to you.

I wouldn't blame you
if you want to throw us out.

WESLEY: But before you
do that, young lady,

I wanna thank you for making us
take a good look at ourselves.

You mean you heard
what I said?

I did,
from the time you said,

"You talk loud
and you talk too much."

Paul's mother used
to say that to me on occasion.

She was the only one
who could get away with it,

until you came along.

I like you,
Erin Walton.

And if this young idiot
doesn't do something

to keep you from
getting away gain,

he's not as smart
as I think he is.

Dad, I think I can
handle this part myself.

Erin...

will you give me a chance
to make things right again?

Oh.

JOHN-BOY: Romance for Erin
always seemed to take her along
a rocky road.

But the rough beginning
with Paul Northridge

hopefully indicated
a smooth ending.

Only time would tell if their
relationship would endure.

ELIZABETH: Erin, do the
Northridges really live in a
mansion?

ERIN: Yes, Elizabeth.

ELIZABETH: Do they have cars
and horses and a swimming pool?

ERIN: All those, Elizabeth.

ELIZABETH: Will you still talk
to us when you're in high
society?

ERIN: I won't talk to you
tomorrow unless you let me get
some sleep tonight.

ELIZABETH: You see?
Already you're stuck up.

Goodnight, Elizabeth.