All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S08E01E02.The.Home.Front.Part.1.and.Part.2.WEBRip.x264-ION10

I can't believe
I'm finally home.

Let's get you settled,
then I'll believe it.

I got a call from
the Army this afternoon.

It seems Tommy Satterfield
has gone AWOL.

I didn't know Tommy was old
enough to be in the Army.

There's only one place for him
up in the hills.

- I ain't going back.
- Stay right where you are, boy.

You can't hide out, Tom.
They'll come get you one day.

'There's not much breathing room
in them prisons.'

If anything happens to my boy,
John Walton

it'll be on your head.

Liv...I was the one
who drafted him.

I sent him off
or he'd be alive today.

I hate this draft board job,
Liv.

I can't stand playing God
to my neighbors' sons.

You're gonna be sorry for the
day you took my boy off to die.

- You and your draft board.
- I know how you feel, Calvin.

Drinking isn't gonna do any
good.

And taking it out on me
isn't gonna bring Tommy back.

That depends on how I do it,
I'd say.

'I'm gonna make you
a trade, Walton.'

You'll pay for my son's life
with the life of one of yours.

'You hear me?'

[intense music]

[theme music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

(male narrator)
It was one spring day during

the war that our mother
came back to us

and with her arrival everything
began to look brighter.

In Europe and North Africa

the Allied forces
were gaining strength

giving new hope to those of us
on the home front.

There were dark days still
ahead

but for now it was peaceful
on the Mountain

and my family rejoiced
in being together again.

[all cheering]

I'd forgotten how beautiful
you all are!

Welcome back, Mama.

Elizabeth. My, how you've grown!
What have you been feeding him?

'Jason. Jim-Bob,
you're so thin.'

Erin, you're a young woman.
Elizabeth, you too.

- 'Mama, this is Cindy.'
- Mrs. Walton.

(both giggle)

So pretty.

I can't believe I'm finally
home.

Let's get you settled,
then I'll believe it.

Jim-Bob, get the bag.

Wait till you see
the living room.

I hope you haven't
changed things.

I was anxious to get your mama
home and I was halfway here

before I realized we'd left the
luggage at Aunt Kate's.

That was the longest part
of the trip.

Grandma will regret going out
when she hears you're home.

She needs a vacation, knowing
how well you behaved

while I was gone.

Took us a week to save up
ration points to get that roast.

I'll have another piece.

That's okay. You eat and keep
your strength up.

Nothing wrong with my strength.
Doctor says I'm fine.

Somebody else is coming home,
Mama. Aimee Godsey.

That's good. Seems like she's
been at boarding school forever.

Yeah, Elizabeth's been marking
the days off the calendar.

Boys don't understand friendship
all they know how to do is pow!

- "Pow"?
- "Pow".

(Jason)
'You'll notice a lotta changes
on the Mountain, Mama.'

(Erin)
'Oh, Mama, its almost impossible
to get stockings around here.'

I'm down to my last pair.

What you ought to try and find
is a new spare tire.

(Ben)
'There's a lot of new people
around here.'

'Zuleika's boarding house
is filled with defense workers.'

Mostly women.
The men are being drafted.

'I hired Mary Ellen last month.'

She's the resident nurse
of the Pickett Defense Plant.

John Curtis hardly recognizes me
without my uniform on.

He's sweet, we all love him
extra hard when his mama's gone.

That'll be good experience for
you, when you have your baby.

[knocking on door]

'I'll get it.'

That'll be Corabeth coming over
to give us the latest gossip.

- This is good.
- 'Yeah, it's very good.'

- Elizabeth, is your daddy home?
- Sure, come on in.

- You can use a little gossip.
- Oh, it's Ep!

- It's good to see you home.
- It's good to be here, Ep.

- Pull up a seat, join us.
- No, John, I can't stay.

And I apologize for breaking in
on you folks like this

but, I tell you, I got a call
from the Army this afternoon.

Seems that Tommy Satterfield's
gone AWOL.

(Olivia)
'I didn't know Tommy was
old enough to be in the Army.'

(Jason)
'They're drafting at 18
these days.'

(John)
'There's only one place,
in the hills.'

No, I was just there,
talked to his daddy who claims

he hasn't set eyes on him.
I don't believe that.

But, John, you were pretty close
to that boy.

If you run across him, tell him
his outfit's shipping out

and if he isn't in Norfolk by
6:00 tomorrow, he's in trouble.

I'll do that.
Thanks for coming by.

I gotta go. Sorry to interrupt
your homecoming like this.

- I'll see you folks.
- So long, Ep.

- Bye, Ep.
- Bye.

It's a pretty serious offense,
going AWOL in wartime.

'Mr. Satterfield didn't want
him in the Army to begin with.'

Guess I'll have to go there,
find that boy and talk to him.

Good luck. They don't welcome
people nosing around up there.

John, I don't understand. What
has this got to do with you?

Liv, I'm the head of the draft
board. I drafted him.

[dramatic music]

It sure was nice having you
next to me last night.

I didn't hear you come out.

How could you, the way you're
standing here staring off?

I was thinking about
Tommy Satterfield.

He's gonna sail across an ocean
to fight a war

and he's never even seen
an ocean.

It's a wonder
more of them don't run away.

We sure are lucky
having Jason stationed nearby.

He's been coming home
most weekends, you know.

I wish John-Boy were as close.

At least he's writing about
the war instead of fighting it.

Doesn't matter.
He's still in the thick of it.

I don't want to think
about it just now.

[instrumental music]

Aren't you two ever
going to get over that?

Not if I can help it.

It's your Mama's fault.
She can't keep her hands off me.

- Bye.
- You forget why you came down?

Well, you weren't in your room.

I wanted to make sure
you were somewhere.

I was afraid I'd come home
and nobody'd need me.

[music continues]

'Hut, two, three, four.
Hut, two, three, four. Hut!'

Stay in step, Lapinsky. Hut,
two, three. To the rear. Hut!

'Two, three, four. Hut!
Stay in step, men.'

To the rear, hut!

By the left flank. Hut!

Stay in step there.
By the left flank, hut!

'Detail, halt! Right hut!'

You're daydreaming again,
Lapinsky. Snap out of it.

Sir, I'm sorry. I get mixed up.

Don't you know your right from
your left?

It depends on what I'm doing
already.

I shake hands with my right and
I signal for turns with my left.

Sorry, Harry.

But, for the marching,
I forget which is which.

Let me see if we can give you
something to help you remember.

Put this in your right hand,
Lapinsky.

- Your other right.
- Oh, yeah.

Walton! I want to see you.

At ease, men.

Yes, Sergeant?

You'll never be a DI. You're too
soft on those dummies.

- It's not easy for them.
- We know that, Walton.

That's why they're
in the awkward squad

while the rest of their outfit's
going on with basic.

They're getting better, I think.

We need tough drill instructors
around here, Corporal.

'If you have any ideas
about making your third stripe'

and staying on at Camp Rockfish,
you better shape up.

And get that goon squad shaped
up, too!

I'm doing the best I can,
Sergeant.

'Well, maybe your best
just ain't good enough.'

You got to chew them out.

Blister their eardrums. Blast
the cobwebs out of their skulls!

- 'You get what I'm driving at?'
- Yes, Sergeant.

'Then get going, Walton.'

[engine starting]

Alright, you dog-faced
goof-offs! Let's get with it!

Right face!

You notice anything, Lapinsky?

I dropped my rock.

[cheerful music]

- Morning, J.D.
- Morning. Good morning.

Oh! Erin, you're just the person
I'm looking for.

- Looks like you found me, J.D.
- Harvey Jenkins has quit.

Gone off to California to work
at some airplane factory.

- He didn't give you any notice?
- Sure he did.

He sent me a telegram on his way
out of town last night.

What do we do for a new
assistant manager?

I'm off to Charlottesville
right now to recruit a new man.

May have to go all the way
to Richmond.

While I'm gone, Erin, you keep
an eye on things for me.

I haven't time to keep things up
in the Personnel Department.

'Well, get Mary Ellen to help
you.'

'Maybe that'll keep her
out of trouble.'

'Last time I came back
from a business trip'

she had all my lady workers
wearing slacks

and looking like that
Rosie the Riveter.

J.D., the workroom is drafty.

Letting them wear slacks has cut
down on absenteeism by 20%.

Don't you confuse me
with figures, young lady.

Erin, I'm putting you in charge.
See you in a day or two.

Do you think we'll win
the war with J.D. on our side?

I doubt it.

[instrumental music]

[engine rumbling]

- Morning.
- Calvin?

Calvin?

If you've come out here
looking for my boy, John Walton

you're wasting your time.

I haven't got the power
to take him, Calvin.

Then what you doing here?

Just want to talk with him.

I already told the Sheriff

I ain't seen him since that day
you sent him away.

The Army doesn't take kindly
to deserters, Calvin.

He's gonna be in trouble if he
doesn't show up in Norfolk.

You had no right to make him go
to begin with.

I didn't want to do it.
I was just following the law.

We make our own way around here,
our own laws.

That war is thousands of miles
away.

'I know how you feel,
Mrs. Satterfield.'

There's no use him hiding. He'll
just be in trouble in the end.

You best get off my property,
John.

Tommy, I've come alone.
You can trust me.

- Now.
- Calvin, just take it easy.

- I ain't going back.
- Stay right where you are, boy.

It's okay, Pa.

Mr. Walton, you took a powerful
chance coming up here.

Tom...the Army didn't put
much weight on you.

It's no kind of life for me.

Too many rules
and not enough breathing room.

You can't hide out, Tom.
They'll come get you one day.

'There's not much breathing room
in them prisons.'

A feeling come over me.

If I get on that boat tomorrow..

...I ain't never gonna come
back.

I know how you feel, son.

I felt the same way 25 years ago
when I was shipping out.

'I had a wife and a son, who I
thought I'd never see again.'

I wanted to run, too.

Why didn't you?

Because I felt I owed something
to my country, my family

most especially to myself.

'I knew if I didn't go,
I'd never be able'

'to look another man
straight in the eyes.'

Mr. Walton, you're getting the
boy all mixed up.

You were one of the best men
in my logging crew, Tom.

Quick, smart, hard-working.

I had high hopes for you.

Thought maybe you'd get out
of these hills, go to school

make something of your life.

Alright, John. You said
your piece. You can go now.

Tommy, you went through basic
training with a lot of men.

They're all going.

None of them want to fight
this war, but they're going.

For the rest of your life,
you're gonna

think about how you
let those men down.

I won't tell anybody I saw you.

Mr. Walton, wait.

I'll get my uniform and you can
give me a lift to the station.

[instrumental music]

Son...are you sure?

He's right, Ma.
It can't be helped.

It's something I gotta do.

[music continues]

If anything happens to my boy,
John Walton

it'll be on your head.

[intense music]

Sure would be a good day
to go fishing.

- You got a favorite spot?
- Sure do.

A shady hole
down along Pickawillow Creek.

There's this big old catfish
who lives in the pondweed.

You could eat off him
for a week.

I've been trying to catch him
every summer since I was 15.

If he's that smart, he'll still
be there when you get back.

It ain't that I was running
away, Mr. Walton.

I ain't scared to fight
if I have to.

It just seems like this war
has nothing to do with me.

Tommy, a lot of people felt that
when Hitler first got started.

What he was doing and saying
had nothing to do with them.

Until, all of a sudden,
it was too late.

It'd be better if I knew where
I was going

but they won't even tell me
that.

They can't tell you, son.

The Army has got to keep
troop movements quiet.

Will you look in on my folks
while I'm gone?

Yes, I will.

I don't know when
I'll be seeing 'em again.

[melancholic music]

You're doing them right proud,
son. You're doing us all proud.

[music continues]

- You should be wearing gloves.
- I'd miss the feel of the dirt.

- Can I help you?
- You sure can. I'm weeding.

Not that I have anything against
weeds. Some are very pretty.

I just want to keep them
on the other side of the fence.

Trouble is, I don't think
I can tell the difference

between the vegetables and the
weeds.

This is lettuce.
Those are beans.

Anything in between
is an intruder.

You must like the garden.
You've spent lots of time here

since you've been back.

The newspapers are so full
of war and killing

I like to remind myself
that things still grow.

Grandpa used to say
that you could almost hear

a garden breathe
in the springtime.

I feel like that myself
this morning.

Mrs. Walton?

That sounds so formal. Is it
hard for you to call me Mama?

Just seems like there's a lot of
people already calling you that.

Then call me Olivia.

How long was it before you knew
you were expecting John-Boy?

About two years,
but everybody's different.

You're not worried already,
are you?

- Ben wants a baby very much.
- Do you?

I don't know much about babies,
but I want what Ben wants.

The doctor says that I'm fine,
but it's taking so long.

You can't rush nature. You and
Ben are young and healthy.

You'll find out you're pregnant
when you least expect it.

Here. Better take care of that
pretty young skin of yours.

How many more deliveries today,
Daddy?

One more, late this afternoon.

I sure feel funny
with those GIs around here.

You shouldn't. You're doing the
same kind of work they are, son.

I know, but maybe us so-called
"essential workers"

should get some kind of uniform.

Then we wouldn't
be thought of as slackers.

The same draft board that gave
them 1-A gave you a deferment.

I didn't have anything
to do with it.

I didn't talk for you and I
didn't vote.

I know that, but when I'm
wearing civvies, people don't.

Stop worrying. You're gonna be
in uniform soon enough.

Cindy and I have been thinking
of starting our own family.

That's nice. In such times,
men often do that. I know I did.

Trouble is, it's taking Cindy
a lot of time to get pregnant.

I wouldn't worry about it.

Just keep working at it.
Before you know it

we'll have another grandchild
running around here.

And it'll be the first one
named Walton, too!

What do you mean, "it"?

You mean he'll be the first one
called Walton.

I'll drink to that.

[instrumental music]

Elizabeth, what do you want me
to do with these cans of grease?

Just over there,
on that counter.

I don't see how saving bacon
grease can help the war effort.

They use it to make explosives,
that's how.

Where are some tacks?
I'll help you put this up.

Yeah, right there.

- You alone here?
- Yeah.

Ike and Corabeth went
to pick up Aimee.

- Think she'll like the sign?
- Sure. Why not?

It's not as good as a brass
band, but it'll do.

- Hey, here they are.
- Help me clean up that counter.

Well, here we are, Aimee.
Welcome home.

Not the same sort of estate
that some of your friends

at Miss Holcomb's
Finishing School for Girls

are accustomed to.
But home, nevertheless.

You see the sign Elizabeth
made for you?

How sweet.

- Hi, Aimee.
- Hi, Aimee.

How wonderful
to see you, Elizabeth.

I thought you'd never get here.

What d'you think, Jim-Bob?
Really grown up, hasn't she?

Jim-Bob? For a moment
I thought you were Jason.

- You look so much older.
- It's been a long time, eh?

Let's get settled in and you and
Elizabeth can have a nice visit.

Everyone at school's been asking
about you.

Mama says I can have a slumber
party and invite everyone.

I'd rather not,
if you don't mind.

I've had enough of life
in the dormitory for a while.

I don't think I'd have much in
common with those girls anymore.

(Ike)
'Aimee, you're talking
about your friends.'

Why don't we get together,
Elizabeth, just the two of us?

- How about a picnic?
- 'Anytime.'

- Maman?
- Oui, viens avec moi.

Jim-Bob would be welcome
to come, too, si vous voulez.

- What's that mean?
- 'If you like.'

Yeah, I'll think about it.

- Elizabeth, want a ride home?
- Sure.

Okay, I'll gas up and meet you
out front. 50 cents' worth, Ike.

(Ike)
Okay. Thanks, Jim-Bob.

Elizabeth, thank you very much
for watching the store.

Sure. Aimee's changed a lot.

Yeah. But she sure has learned
how to talk French.

She and Corabeth were jabbering
all the way home.

I couldn't understand a word
they said.

It was probably just girl-talk.

- Bye-bye, Ike.
- Bye.

[melancholic music]

Alright, General. Thank you.
Goodbye, General.

And keep them flying!

Freddie? I hope that Air Corps
shipment goes out today.

(Freddie over intercom)
'Yes, ma'am, so do I.'

- See that it does, Freddie!
- 'Yes, ma'am.'

[sigs]

If J.D. would spend less time
trying to find

an assistant manager and more
time tending the business

I wouldn't be stuck doing all
these things he should be doing.

But, if he did it himself,
things would go a lot slower.

- I should ask for a raise.
- Don't ask for one, demand one.

Erin, here are some government
forms I haven't taken care of.

Look them over for me, will you?

I hope this has our request
for more gasoline this week.

We can't meet deadlines
without it.

You can handle it. You know how
to wrap those bureaucrats

right around your pretty little
finger.

I'm meeting a man
in Charlottesville right now

who just might turn out to be
our new assistant manager.

Check with you later.

You shouldn't
just ask for a raise

you ought to be
the new assistant manager.

Mary Ellen, J.D. would
never hear of it.

I'm too young
and I'm also a woman.

You know the whole operation.
You'd be crazy not to try.

- Are you serious?
- I give up on you, Erin.

You've been told
you're pretty for so long

that you've forgotten
that you've got brains, too.

[phone ringing]

Your phone's ringing.

[melancholic music]

* When shadows fall *

* And trees whisper
day is ending *

* My thoughts are
ever wending home *

* When crickets call *

* My heart is forever yearning *

* Once more
to be returning home *

Don't stop, please.

Come in, Lapinsky.
Have a seat.

'I thought all you guys
went to the post movie.'

I didn't want to go with.

I was trying to write some
letters. Heard you singing here.

- Where you from?
- Albany Park, Illinois.

Chicago's one of its suburbs.

I guess you're wishing you could
be back there right now.

Where else? All the guys are
probably down at Fat Irving's

checking out girls and eating
the best hot dogs

on the North Side.

It sounds great.

I guess I'm kind of lucky, able
to go home on a weekend pass.

I just finished writing Mama
about you. How you took it easy

on us and didn't holler
like the other non-coms.

[sighs]

Who else is back home
in Albany Park?

Well, there's Papa. He runs
a deli and we live over it

and my three sisters, crazies
like you wouldn't believe.

I might. I got three sisters
of my own at home.

[both chuckle]

Uncle Morris had a record of
that song on his old Victrola.

He came to live with us
after Aunt Minnie died

and he played it all the time.
Took me back.

- You want to finish it maybe?
- Sure, if you'll join in.

Why not?
I sing in the shower.

* When the hills
conceal the setting sun *

* Hide the setting sun *

* Stars begin a-peeping
one by one *

* Peeping one by one *

* Night covers all *

* And though fortune
may forsake me *

* Sweet dreams will
ever take me home **

[instrumental music]

[door opening]

Hey, Ike, glad you're open. Just
had another draft board meeting.

I've got some more greetings
for you to send out.

- Yeah. Sure be glad to, John.
- Something the matter, Ike?

Corabeth, I didn't see you.

What's wrong?

'We got word late this evening.'

The troopship carrying
Tommy Satterfield to England

'was fired on by
a German submarine.'

He was killed by
a shell fragment.

Seems like only yesterday he was
here asking for bubble-gum.

[melancholic music]

[door opening]

[music continues]

You've been working on that
clock for a week.

Do you think you're gonna fix it
in the middle of the night?

- What are you doing out of bed?
- Worrying. Grieving. Like you.

I think I've figured out what's
wrong.

I just can't find
the right tool.

We're in a war.

Our boys are gonna go on
getting killed till it's over.

Liv, that boy trusted me.
I sent him to his death.

There's no way you could know
that would happen.

You see, he said he had
a feeling about this thing.

He said he didn't want to go.

If I hadn't gone to his house
that day, he'd still be alive.

He'd be out hunting possum.
He'd be..

He'd be sitting on his front
porch listening to bullfrogs.

He'd probably be in jail, you'd
blame yourself for that too.

Liv...I was the one
who drafted him.

I sent him off
or he'd be alive today.

I hate this draft board job,
Liv.

I can't stand playing God
to my neighbors' sons.

Let's go to bed.

We'll pay our respects to the
Satterfields in the morning.

- You heard about Tommy?
- Yes, we did.

I'm truly sorry. I wish I could
have gone in his place.

I mean that.

I baked this morning. I thought
you'd like some fresh bread.

This here's my
married daughter, Pearl.

She come over from Hickory Ridge
soon as she got the news.

It's a help to have loved ones
near you at a time like this.

Ma's gonna miss Tommy
something fierce.

Tommy never even got
to fight in the war.

He died before he got there.

It seems like such
an awful waste.

I know it's small comfort

but at least Tommy
never had to take another life.

'Many are coming home scarred
in ways we can't even see.'

I wouldn't care
how he came back, Mrs. Walton.

Can I get you folks something?
A glass of cider?

Some other time, Pearl.

You ever come after my Joe,
Mr. Walton, I'm gonna hide him

so deep in the woods a hound dog
couldn't find him.

Calvin around?

I ain't seen him
since early morning.

He took the news hard.

I'd like to have
a talk with him.

You'll have to come back, then.

Sometimes he goes off
two, three days at a time.

Would it help if we stayed and
kept you company for a while?

No need. Pearl will stay
long as I need her.

She's a good girl.

I wish there was something we
could say or do.

There ain't nothing.

The Lord giveth
and he taketh away.

I hope you never have to see
what the taking away is like.

(sobbing)

[melancholic music]

Boy, every time
I read this newspaper

I wish I studied
geography a little more.

Where the heck is Tunisia?

I don't know or care. Aimee and
I are going on our picnic.

- Tunisia is in Africa.
- That I know.

There's a whale of a battle
going on right now.

Marshmallows. Hot dogs.
Where'd you get this stuff?

They're fringe benefits.
You forget, I work for Ike.

I also remember Aimee invited me
on this picnic.

'She was just being polite.'

We wanna be alone.
We got a lot to catch up on.

I'll be happy to leave you alone

after we're done roasting
marshmallows.

What are you talking about,
Jim-Bob?

Tagging along with
all these little girls.

Aimee's not so little anymore.

Besides, Tanya started going out
with soldiers from Camp Rockfish

so I thought I'd get myself
a younger woman.

You and Errol Flynn, huh?

If you're gonna force yourself
upon us, you'd better take that.

With pleasure.

'Bye.'

- Hi, Cindy. How you doing?
- None of your business!

What's the matter?

I'm just getting tired
of people wondering

whether or not I'm pregnant.

Jim-Bob only wanted to know
how you're feeling.

Well, it isn't just family
anymore. Now it's friends.

You know what Ike said to me?

He wondered when we'd be getting
ready for a little stranger.

I could throw up, only he'd
think it was a symptom.

Ike didn't mean anything by it.

Cindy, people around here,
they care for each other.

They wanna share things,
like marriage or having a child.

They expect to share it.

If it makes you feel
uncomfortable

I'll talk to Ike
and tell him to lay off.

I might not resent
it so much if..

[sighs]

Ben, I want so much
to have your baby

but what if it doesn't happen?

Then I'll have you
all to myself.

Stupid J.D.!
I've to do everything!

I have to run
the Personnel Department.

I have to make sure
the machinery's running.

Get the shipments out on time.

Listen to everybody's gripes.
Cut government red tape.

I end up doing everything
and I don't even get a raise!

Well, that felt good.

It's alright, ladies.

Erin's filing system is
efficient, if noisy.

- Feel better?
- You bet.

Well, then, march
right into J.D.'s office

and tell him you want
that job and a big raise.

- I wouldn't know what to say.
- I just said it.

J.D., I want that job
and a raise.

'A big raise.'

J.D., I want that job
and a big raise!

- Erin.
- Stronger!

J.D., I want that job
and a big raise! Do you hear me?

They heard you all over
Rockfish, Erin.

Of course I heard you.

Well?

- What job?
- Assistant Manager.

You? Assistant Manager?
My right-hand man?

(Mary)
'Come on, J.D., she's doing
the job now.'

And I appreciate it.

But it's only temporary,
till I find the right man.

'J.D., how can you say that?'

I've been finding the right
women for this plant for months.

That's why you've
stayed in business.

But you're not like 'em, Erin.

'You're too young and pretty'

'to take on that much
responsibility.'

It's not her looks and her age

that have anything to do with
running this tin-plated plant.

It's her ability!

You don't have to insult
Pickett Metal, Mary Ellen.

We've got enough bossy women
around here as it is.

'Now, I will consider
a raise for you, Erin'

but you taking that job
is out of the question.

Oh yes, file these, will you?

[dramatic music]

Mr. Godsey, I want you
to listen to this.

"Dear Diary, I have found
that life back here at home

"will not be as dreary
as I had feared.

"Though Elizabeth
seems rather young

"and quaint now,
her brother, Jim-Bob

"has grown into a handsome
and sexy young man."

Jim-Bob? Sexy?

You're not reading
Aimee's diary?

It's quite alright.

Aimee has gone to a picnic
with Elizabeth and Jim-Bob.

But that's supposed to be
private. For her eyes only.

I know.

What else does she say?

She is obviously
very interested in Jim-Bob!

But Jim-Bob's got to be
three years older than she is.

Girls develop so much
quicker than boys.

I'm sure that Aimee's IQ
and social graces

are far more advanced
than Jim-Bob's.

I wish she'd use her charms
on the customers

that come into the store.

Now, Mr. Godsey,
let us not undo

a whole year's training
in the social graces

by exposing her to these clods
in this backwater community.

It's those clods
that make it possible

for her to go away
to a private school!

Please, Mr. Godsey,
do not remind her

that she is
of the mercantile class.

I myself may have
to live out a life

of drudgery
in the business world

but my daughter is going
to rise above it.

She will have every opportunity
to experience everything in life

that an educated young lady
should.

Like reading other people's
diaries?

Well, I wouldn't expect
you to understand.

I'm doing this for her own good.

One can't be too careful

in guiding a young girl
into womanhood.

How else would
I know her thoughts?

You could ask her, Corabeth!

And embarrass us both? Really!

Look out.

I hope everyone's had
enough marshmallows.

It was a feast, Elizabeth.

"I cried for madder music
and for stronger wine

"But when the feast is finished
and the lamps expire

"Then falls thy shadow, Cynara!
The night is thine."

- Who's Cynara?
- She was the poet's mistress.

He had a lot of affairs,
but he always came back to her.

What do they teach you there?

'The classics, mostly.
Etiquette.'

How to behave when a boy
asks you out for a date.

Might come in handy
in a couple years.

- I've saved all your letters.
- I've saved all yours, too.

Along with the ones I got
from Lieutenant Channon.

You got letters from
a lieutenant?

There was a military school
on the other side of the river.

Lieutenant Channon
was one of the students.

We met at a dance and
afterwards, he'd leave letters

for me under a board
on the footbridge.

- Was he cute?
- He kinda looked like Jim-Bob.

My friends said
he was too old for me

but I've always believed
that age really isn't important

when two people are
drawn to each other.

Let's go wading.

Hey, what are you doing?

Red ant. I didn't want
it to bite you.

Doesn't anybody
want to go wading?

[giggling continues]

(Jim)
'Oh, yeah? Red ant, huh?'

[giggling continues]

This old table always
looks better

with lots of places
set around it.

I've always envied big families.

That's good, considering where
you've ended up.

- When did Jason call?
- He didn't.

But we're setting
a place for him.

Just call it woman's intuition.

Or maybe mother's
wishful thinking.

Besides, it saves
on the phone bills.

[dog barking]

Looks like it still works.

[instrumental music]

Hi, mama.

Sure makes a difference knowing

you're here when
I'm coming home.

I know you're close by,
but you seem so far away.

- How's it going?
- Okay, I reckon.

You gonna get to stay
on at Camp Rockfish?

I hope so. I'm still not good
at doing things the army way.

You gotta be real tough to get a
bunch of recruits through basic.

I know. I raised
a family, remember?

Shut up, shape up or ship out.
You hear me?

Yes, sir.

[laughing]

That's all there is to it.
Now, why don't you try it?

Oh, come on, Ben.
I get enough of this all week.

You want to be a sergeant
or what?

- Yeah, come on.
- Come on.

Alright. Alright.

Not that hard.

Detail.

Attention!

Right face!

What's the matter, Lapinsky?

You've got a right hand
and a left hand.

- Don't you know the difference?
- Lapinsky?

You gotta know the difference
between your right and left.

Now get with it. Wipe that silly
grin off your silly face!

Hey.

Jason, you're never
gonna make it.

You're wrinkling my uniform.

Oh, yeah? Alright,
you're never gonna make it.

You guys are going to the brig.

They'd say "Let's play blind
man's bluff," to get rid of me

and then tie a cloth around my
eyes spin me around and run off.

I mean off.
They'd just ditch me!

Big brothers can sure
be mean sometimes.

It wasn't big brothers.
It was Mary Ellen and Erin.

It's nice, us being
together like this.

Most everyone, anyway.

I wonder what John-Boy's
doing tonight.

He's probably wondering
what we're doing.

(male #1)
'John Walton,
I want to see you!'

'It's Calvin Satterfield,
Walton. Are you coming out?'

Calvin sounds like
he's had a lot of mountain dew.

- You be careful, John.
- 'Don't worry.'

[intense music]

Here I am, Calvin.
What can I do for you?

'Stay right where you are.'

'You can hear what I've got
to say right from there.'

I'm real sorry
to hear about Tommy, Calvin.

It tears me up for sure.

It's gonna hurt you even more.

You're gonna be sorry for the
day you took my boy off to die.

-You and your local draft board.
- 'I know how you feel, Calvin.'

'But drinking isn't
gonna take it away'

'and it won't bring Tommy back
to take it out on me.'

That depends
on how I do it, I'd say.

I'm gonna make
you a trade, Walton.

You'll be paying for
the life of my son

with the life of
one of your own.

You hear me?

- Calvin, you're drunk.
- 'Stay where you are.'

There won't be no changing me.
Not when it comes

to an eye for an eye and a son
for a son you hear?

[gunfire]

Stay down.

[dramatic music]

[theme music]

[music continues]

You didn't get
much sleep last night.

Since when have
you been keeping count?

I heard you
and mama going to bed.

[sighs]

You know,
you did a lotta talking.

Well, your mama and I
have a lotta catching up to do.

It sounded
more like arguing.

Little pitchers
have big ears.

You know, Mr. Satterfield is
like bad dreams I used to have

except that he's real.

Honey, I told you,
last night he was drunk

and he was all upset
about his son Tommy.

I'm sure this morning
he's gonna feel kinda foolish.

Maybe the boys should go away
for a while. I'm really scared.

There's no need
for anybody to hide, Elizabeth.

I told you, I'll handle it.
Stop worrying, okay?

Elizabeth, the bathroom's free,
hurry up, get ready for church.

Aimee and I
are going to walk together.

Good. You've hardly seen her
since she's been home.

It's not my fault.

She's worried about
Calvin Satterfield, isn't she?

- She's taking it too seriously.
- I hardly slept last night.

I wish you change your mind
about calling the sheriff.

We've been
through this.

I know how Calvin feels.
He's gonna work it out.

Calvin Satterfield's
not a man to be taken lightly.

- And you know that.
- It's all gonna blow over.

I'm not starting a shooting war
in these mountains.

Wonder how you
stand by and do nothing

when your sons' lives
may be in danger.

I'll take action
if I have to take action.

For now, I'm through
talking about it.

I just can't understand
why they let a man like that

run around loose.

If they locked up
all backwoodsmen that

got drunk and fired
a gun around here

they'd have to build
a whole new jail.

I think that old man Satterfield
had a better reason than most.

What reason?

I am really sorry
about what happened to his son.

But I don't see
anyone else threatening anybody.

Cindy, it's like
the code of the hills.

I mean, a lotta these families
have been up here for centuries

'and they're proud
and independent.'

They settle their differences.
It's like, "An eye for an eye."

Or, "If you steal my mule,
I'll steal yours."

We're not talking about mules!

I was thinking of the last
honest-to-goodness feud

'was settled when my daddy
was just a little boy.'

It went on for
so many generations

they don't even know
how it got started.

'Well, how did they settle it?'

Well, all the men
either died or got killed off.

I'm beginning to wonder
if I even want to

bring up a child
in this place.

At least, I can
hope for a girl.

(Elizabeth)
I don't think I'd like
to go away to school.

(Aimee)
Daddy didn't want me to,
but mama insisted.

I don't see what's wrong with
the Walton's Mountain School.

Well, nothing, if you just
want to learn the three R's.

Mama says a private school makes
you a more polished person.

I guess that's what is different
about you. You're more polished.

Remember that book you
wrote me to read, "Jane Eyre?"

- Did you?
- I borrowed it from your mum.

Wouldn't you love Mr. Rochester

to come galloping
through the mist towards you?

Orson Welles
plays him in the movie.

Wanna see it?
It opens Saturday in Rockfish.

Sure! Even though the movie
never is as good as the book.

It'll be like old days, except
I don't like the front row.

Who does?

[car approaching]

- Anybody want a lift?
- How about it, Elizabeth?

You agreed to walk.

(Aimee)
'I know,
but my feet are hurting.'

(Elizabeth)
'You shouldn't
have worn high heels.'

- 'Come on.'
- I'm walking.

I'm riding.

Sure you don't want to
change your mind, Elizabeth?

Elizabeth told me what happened
last night. Aren't you scared?

That crazy, old man? He'd better
not try anything with me.

We could be in danger
this very minute.

Maybe you better
move over here and protect me.

Jim-Bob! I've never even
had a date with you.

We can fix that. How about
a movie with me on Saturday?

Saturday?

Yeah. "Jane Eyre's" playing.
It's supposed to be pretty good.

You got nothing
better to do, do you?

No, no, not really.

My, oh, my, oh, my!

Now, who are
these lovely ladies?

Well, the flower of Southern
womanhood, I do believe.

That's the way
I like to see my ladies.

You sure don't look like that
Rosie the Riveter this morning.

Well, thank you, J.D.
It certainly is nice

to know what the boss
really does like.

Although it is hard
to figure what he likes

'when it comes to getting
an assistant manager.'

Now, Erin, don't you trouble
your pretty, little head

with working problems
on your day off.

'The way you look today,
I could hardly'

'think of you
as my right-hand man.'

See you lovely ladies in church.

"Day off." This afternoon,
I'll be doing the personal work

that I didn't
have time for this week.

"Flower of Southern
womanhood," is it?

- Then that's what he will get!
- What?

Come along, Miss Scarlett,
and I will explain it to you.

(Corabeth)
Olivia!

It's so nice to have you
in regular attendance

at our little house
of worship again.

Nice to see you
in church, Olivia.

- You too, Jason.
- Thank you, Ike.

Oh, Jason, you look
so nice in your uniform.

Don't you think so, Olivia?

I guess I prefer
seeing him in his coveralls

but I must admit, he does
something for the uniform.

[car approaching]

Well..

Olivia..

...don't you feel
that Aimee is a bit young

for Jim-Bob to be
pursuing so ardently?

From what I've heard,
it's not just Jim-Bob

that's doing the pursuing.

- I beg your pardon?
- You're right, Olivia.

I think Aimee's learned
an awful lotta very adult ways

at that fancy
finishing school.

Come, Mr. Godsey. We must
join the choir. Come along.

You go on ahead, Jason,
I'll wait for Elizabeth.

Aimee was supposed to
walk to church with her.

- I'll save you a seat.
- Okay.

I hate Aimee
and I hate Jim-Bob

and I hate myself
and I hate the entire world!

(Mary Ellen)
'No, John Curtis, hot!'

[John Curtis crying]

'John Curtis, hot! No!'

What happened?

John Curtis won't
stay away from the stove

so he's gonna have to wait
for his dinner upstairs.

[violin music]

Mary Ellen sure is hard
on that kid sometimes.

Well, if it keeps him
from putting his hand

on that stove,
maybe she's being kind.

I reckon you and mama
went through that.

With every one of you.

Maybe that's what
I ought to start doing.

Don't you think you ought
to get a family first?

I got one. The new
recruits are at the base.

Sergeant thinks I ought
to be tougher on 'em.

Stop babying 'em along.

I think maybe
your sergeant's right, son.

I feel sorry for those guys.

They're already homesick
and confused enough as it is.

'Why would I want to make
things any tougher on them?'

For the same reason Mary Ellen
bears down on John Curtis.

You mean being tough to be kind?

If it saves one of your soldiers
from getting shot in the head

because he didn't
obey orders fast enough

I'd say, that's being kind.

(Mary Ellen)
Tommy Satterfield
was such a nice guy.

(Ben)
I wish his pa
was as nice.

He needs time.
Grief can be hard to live with.

(John)
'Mary Ellen's right.'

The more we think about
last night, the worse it seems.

Let's try to forget about it.

It's Sunday, Liv is home
and thank the Lord.

Our Heavenly Father

bless this food before us
and all of us who are gathered

here on this day
of rest and worship.

Bless those who are not with us,
John-Boy and Grandma.

Bless families who are grieving
for their lost loved ones.

Let the war be over soon

that once again
there may be peace on Earth.

- Amen.
- Amen.

- Looks nice, mama.
- Start that, son.

Offer your wife
some first.

[slow music]

Thanks, Ben.

You don't have to wait for me.
Billy won't be long.

We could take you
to camp if you want.

Thanks, anyway, but Billy would
wonder what happened to me.

It was sure good
seeing you, Jason.

It was good
to be home, believe me.

You two seem to be
getting along okay.

Oh, you bet. You ought to settle
down, Jason, and get married.

You just find me somebody like
Cindy, I'll be hooked for sure.

You find your own, soldier.

[car approaching]

(Jason)
'Look at that guy!'

He didn't even slow down
for that stop sign.

(Ben)
'Hey! Watch it!'

Come on, Ben,
let's get outta here.

I never figured on seeing
two of the Walton boys

outta the coop so quick.

It was right obliging of you.

We've got no fight
with you, Mr. Satterfield.

Better go on home, you're
acting like you're still drunk.

Don't you be telling me
what to do, boy.

It's lucky for you,
you got your woman with you

or I'd be tempted to settle
things with your pa right now.

You just tell him for me

I meant every word
of what I said.

It won't come now..

...but it will come.

[dramatic music]

[car door slams]

Boy, you sure can tell there's
a war on, as scarce as gas is.

I'm mighty tired of these
ration stamps, I can tell you.

It'll be over as soon as
they win that thing over there.

Then good, old American
know-how will take over

and this won't happen again.

And if it does, well then,
the Government will handle it.

- I hope you're right.
- You've got to have faith.

I'll get your change.

'Figured you were drunk
when you come by the house.'

I can forget that
because of Tommy.

I ain't asking you to forget it.

Ben told me what happened.

You stay away from my family.
This is between you and me.

If anybody's gonna
have it out, we will.

It's what you
might call justice.

You having to worry on your
boys the way I did on Tommy.

Never knowing when something
might happen to one of them.

It's your turn to play
the waiting game now, John.

Here's your change, John.
Morning, Calvin.

I stopped by to ask
if there's any word

on when Tommy's
body's coming home.

- Army said they'd let me know.
- Nothing today.

It will come.

All such things do.

I'll let you know when it does.

What did he say to you?
He threaten you again?

Forget it.

He's coming.

Why, it's
Mr. J.D. Pickett himself!

How nice of you
to come calling, sir.

Do have a demitasse
and a homemade cookie

fresh from mama's kitchen
this very morning.

Everyone knows
how much you admire a woman

who can keep her femininity

even though she is working
hard to serve her country.

[opens drawer]

So, I've decided
to try and please you

as a lady of charm and grace

rather than
an ordinary personal manager

or for that matter,
an assistant manager

truly a strong man's job!

Now, Erin,
you listen to me! You--

Oh, my!
This must be today's mail.

What do you know, I haven't
even done anything with

last week's mail.

Oh, fiddle-dee-dee!
I'll just put it away for now.

Perhaps, I'll think
of it tomorrow

or maybe the day after.

Oh, my! I do hope
I haven't done anything wrong.

I do hate to see
a grown man cry.

John Curtis, look,
here's some toast for you.

Now, don't spill
your milk, okay?

- Good morning.
- Good morning, honey.

Cindy, sunny side up,
just like you ordered them.

Thanks, Mary Ellen.

(Mary Ellen)
Here she is, the brand-new
Assistant Manager

'of the Pickett Metal Plant!'

- 'Honey, you look wonderful.'
- 'Oh, thank you.'

(Erin)
'I'm trying to feel like
an assistant manager.'

You certainly look the part.
I'm proud of you.

I gotta give Mary Ellen some
credit for getting me the job.

Well, you did
most of it yourself

'with a little help from
the hoop skirt of the Baldwins.'

Is everything alright, Cindy?
You look awful pale to me.

- You can have my eggs, Ben.
- Something wrong with them?

They just keep staring up at me.

Oh, I don't know,
all of a sudden

I just feel
so light-headed and queasy.

I seem to recall a feeling
that way from time to time

and it always
meant the same thing.

You think maybe
congratulations are in order?

Morning sickness?

I have morning sickness!
Oh, Ben, we have a baby!

- Oh, excuse me.
- I'm gonna go with you.

[cheering]

Boy, the Allies are sure
mopping up in North Africa.

We should do the same in this
general merchandise store.

Those windows
are a sorry sight.

Planning on doing them while
you're at the Red Cross meeting.

- Gonna ask Aimee to help me.
- Sorry, going out with mama.

You think she's
old enough for the Red Cross?

Anyone can roll bandages.

I am eager for Aimee
to take her place in society.

That way, she won't wash
windows the rest of her life.

I'm also anxious
for people to see

what a finished,
young lady she has become.

Oh, your gloves, Cherie.

Oh, I'm sorry, mama,
I left them in church.

I'll loan you a pair of mine.

A young lady never goes out
in public without her gloves.

Wait here.

- Hey, Ike. Hi, Aimee.
- Look who's here. Jim-Bob.

I hear the two of you
have discovered each other.

Daddy..

After all, I wouldn't allow
anybody to take my daughter out

but Jim-Bob,
I've known him since he's

been a pint-sized twerp
in baggy pants.

Come on, Ike..

Well, you know,
Corabeth wouldn't even

let the Prince of Wales
take Aimee out.

[Ike chuckles]

Did you bring
by that scrap metal?

No, but I know
about a junk car.

I was gonna get parts.
You wanna come with me?

- Now?
- 'It's a real pretty day.'

Daddy, would it be alright?

Well, what about the Red Cross
meeting? And how about mama?

I can go out with her any day.

Young lady, I don't
like your attitude.

'And I don't want you
to disappoint her that way.'

Jim-Bob, Aimee has got
some other plans this afternoon.

- Hi, Corabeth.
- Oh, good afternoon, Jim-Bob.

Here you are, Cherie,
perhaps a bit large

but scented with pomander.

Oh!

Maybe we'll go out
some other time.

- I'll see you Saturday, okay?
- Bye-bye.

Au revoir.

Now, see to the windows.

Don't leave them streaked,
the way you did the last time.

Corabeth, I have been
washing those windows

since long before
you were around here.

Nobody with any
mannersuses toothpicks.

Aimee, you are not speak to your
father in that tone of voice..

...even if it is true.

Corporal Walton,
have I got this stuff on right?

You don't have any
of this gear on right, Lapinsky.

You were supposed to practice
putting it on over the weekend.

I didn't have time. I was on
guard duty Saturday and Sunday.

You weren't
scheduled for that.

I was after Sergeant Barnes
looked in my foot locker.

You didn't tell me
it had to be just so..

I did tell you.
You weren't listening.

- Any other men put on report?
- I don't think so.

That means
they were listening.

Maybe you need
to be yelled at, Lapinsky.

- You think that would help?
- It couldn't hurt.

Alright, dog-face!
Get with it.

I'll make a soldier outta you,
even if you end up hating me!

- I couldn't do that.
- Wanna bet?

Take this gear back to your bunk
and put it on right!

- So, you're not gonna help me?
- I am helping you!

More than you'll ever know.
Now, get going!

Move it. On the double.

[slow music]

[dramatic music]

[engine sputtering]

[music continues]

Ep and me are going
to the Mountain.

Until we get this thing settled

I don't want you two
wandering off the beaten path.

I wanna go to Satterfield's
place with a loaded shotgun!

Ben, we're not
gonna handle it like that.

Just 'cause Cal wants to
take the law in his own hands

you can't do the same.

You sit tight, both of you.

Okay, daddy.

[engine starts]

- You sure are lucky, Jim-Bob.
- Yeah, I was scared to death.

- I'll bet.
- Breakfast is ready!

- I'll help you after breakfast.
- Yeah, thanks, Ben.

Yeah.

- That was close, wasn't it?
- Yeah, it sure was.

You know, Jim-Bob,
I've been thinking

horrible things
about you all week.

Yeah, I noticed you've been
unfriendly. What did I do?

Aimee was to go
to the movies with me.

- She didn't tell me that.
- I know.

'Why didn't you say
something to her?'

Well, when you're
feeling hurt and left out

you don't wanna go
telling people.

Anyway, I'm glad
you didn't get hurt.

Elizabeth, what happened
yesterday wasn't your fault.

I know. Just like
it isn't your fault

that Aimee likes you
more than she likes me.

'Do you wanna eat?'

I'll do the talking, John.
Let's keep it legal.

That's why I brought
you along, Ep.

Morning, Mrs. Satterfield.
Is Cal around?

He's over in the meadow by the
lake, digging our Tommy's grave.

We're sorry
to hear about Tommy.

Come on, John.

Morning, Cal.
You got a minute?

Cal, yesterday somebody took
a shot at one of John's boys.

- And it came awful close.
- Too close to be an accident.

Calvin, this thing
has gone too far.

This used to be Tommy's favorite
spot on the whole mountain.

Never thought
I'd be burying him here.

Now, Cal, now you gotta remember

John was serving
on a legally-formed draft board.

'He's not to be held responsible
for your boy's death.'

'He was acting for the people
of the United States.'

Did I blame John? Did you
hear me say that, sheriff?

No, but you've made threats
when your boy was killed.

- Well, so he says.
- I got no reason to lie.

I've been living
on this mountain a long time.

- Have I ever made trouble?
- Before now, no.

(Cal)
'John's boy say he saw
someone shooting at him?'

- He didn't wanna stick around.
- Well, then, you got no proof.

It's Satterfield word
against Walton word.

He's right, John.

I should've knowed
this was a waste of time.

I bring the law to try
and talk sense into you.

- I should've come alone.
- You're right, John Walton.

Best way to settle anything.
Man to man.

Hold it right there.
Now, listen to me, both of you!

'My hands are tied now,
but that doesn't mean'

I can't come down hard
if I hear either one

of you've taken
the law in your own hands.

- Do you understand me, Cal?
- I understand.

'John?'

Alright. Now, if anything
happens to one of John's boys.

- 'I'm coming after you, Cal.'
- Be a little late, eh, Ep?

Hut, two, three, four.
Hut, two, three, four.

- Over here, Walton.
- To the rear, hut!

Hut, two, three, four.

By the right flank, hut!

Hut, two, three, four.
Detail, halt!

Order arms!

I suppose you think
you've drilled some sense

into these empty
headed sad sacks?

I've been trying, sergeant.
They've been working hard.

- Well, it's paid off.
- I don't understand.

We're forming a new platoon
when we go on bivouac.

These men are
out of the awkward squad.

You'll be in charge,
Sergeant Walton.

- Hey!
- Knock it off!

'Wipe that silly grin
off your face.'

'You're supposed
to be at attention.'

Thank you, Sergeant.
We'll do our best.

You know, Walton,
I think you will.

All of you.
Carry on, sergeant.

About, hut!

Right shoulder...arms!

Forward..

[exclaims]

Hut, two, three, four.
Hut, two, three, four.

I'm going to Ike's.
I thought you might wanna come.

No, thanks.

Might give you a chance
to visit with Aimee.

- Something wrong?
- It's kinda hard to talk about.

It won't get any easier
if you keep it to yourself.

You had a best friend at my age?

I sure did. Her name
was Betty Blue Webber.

'What happened to her?'

She married a man
who owned a hotel.

While I was having babies,
she was traveling

and going to parties and getting
her picture in the society page.

We sort of grew apart.

I thought when Aimee returned,
it'd be like it used to be.

We'd sew together,
gather wildflowers

practice our ballet steps

but now she's too sophisticated.

Well, people grow
at different speeds.

She's got a little spurt on you,
that's all. You'll catch up.

We were supposed
to go to the movies together

and she decided
she'd rather go with Jim-Bob.

Girls have been doing that
ever since I can remember.

It seems they reach an age
where one date with a boy

is more important
than a whole friendship.

It's especially bad
when the boy is your brother.

There's something I didn't
tell you about Betty Webber.

'What's that?'

If she moved down
the road from me tomorrow

even after all these years

and the different
kinds of lives we've led

she'd still be my best friend.

(Ep)
'Well, you didn't expect
him to admit it, did you?'

(John)
'I guess they don't
make rules for men like

'Calvin Satterfield.'

I did my best, John.

Anyway, he said he understood
about taking on the law--

I heard him say a lot.
Most of it lies.

I'd like to think
that all the hard feelings

will be buried
along with that boy.

On the other hand, he'll
have that grave to remind him.

John, just don't do
anything foolish.

Not if I can help it, Ep.

Well, you sure ordered
enough of this stuff.

Leg makeup.
Whoever heard of such a thing?

Quite a few people,
as a matter of fact.

Movie stars, heroines
of assembly lines

your wife and daughter.

If you kept up with things

you'd know that leg makeup
is replacing stockings.

Yeah? What do you do
when you run outta leather?

You use foot makeup?

What's the matter? Nobody
gotta sense of humor, except me?

Jim-Bob! We heard about last
night. Pretty close call, huh?

We are so relieved
that you're alright.

- Aimee, could I talk to you?
- Of course. Excuse me a moment.

Now, you two be sure to stay
where we can see you both.

You'll have to excuse
my father, Jim-Bob.

Sometimes he can be quite gross.

You know, it's bad enough
my wife thinks I'm a jerk.

But now my daughter's
starting to act that way, too.

I don't think
you're a jerk, Ike.

Perhaps a bit tasteless
from time to time.

All children find
fault with their parents.

If they don't, they're not ready
to lead lives of their own.

I think you will find
that little girls

even when they become big girls

still need their daddies
from time to time.

I think it's
that finishing school.

She's too finished
for her own good.

I hate to admit it,
but I have noticed lately

that Aimee is showing signs

of turning into
a regular, little snob.

I suppose, you're going to tell
me you weren't even frightened.

As a matter of fact,
I was scared stiff.

It takes a very brave
person to admit that.

All you gotta be is honest.

Aimee.

I'm gonna have to break our date
for the movies this Saturday.

Why? I told everybody about it.

Because you're too young for me.

I thought you agreed with me.
It's not the age that matters

but the degree
of sophistication a person has.

Why didn't you tell me
that you and Elizabeth

were already planning
to go see "Jane Eyre?"

- Elizabeth understands.
- Well, I don't understand.

You go and spend all that
time at finishing school

learning to eat with the right
fork, make polite conversation.

Then you come back
and you hurt your best friend.

'There are some things
good manners can't make up for.'

I guess, I don't
blame you for being mad.

I'm not mad.
Just a little disappointed.

Perhaps we could
get together some other time.

Aimee, you're real cute, but you
got a lot of growing up to do.

Maybe in a couple of years.

[door opens]

Daddy.

What did he say to you?
What'd he do to you?

I knew he wasn't
good enough for you all along.

No. No, it's
the other way around.

I've been awful to just
about everyone, including you.

Well, that's what
daddies are for.

Uh, you know,
you're just growing up

and you gotta make
some mistakes as you go along.

I've sure been
doing that lately.

You mustn't
blame yourself, Cherie.

We're lucky to have a kind,
generous man to put up with us.

I don't just put up with you.

I just...love you both.

There's somebody else
you should be talking to, too.

Elizabeth.

I don't know
if I can face her.

She's an old friend,
I'm sure she'll understand.

- I hope so.
- Do you want us to come along?

No, no, I-I got
myself into this.

Now, you're talking
like Aimee Godsey.

You want me to give you a push?

No, thank you.
I was just sitting here.

I hardly ever
use it anymore.

- How about going for a walk?
- I was gonna wash my hair.

I'll wait.

This is the first time you've
come seen me since you returned.

- I've been sort of busy.
- Now, I'm busy.

Oh.

Elizabeth, I didn't
mean to hurt you.

I had a lotta
friends at school

and a couple of them
were pretty good friends.

But I never really
had a friend like you.

And that's what I came
over to say, really.

You know, I really missed you.

Maybe I don't have
to wash my hair right now.

Let's go to my place. I've
gotta new Frank Sinatra album.

Mama gotta carton of leg makeup.
Let's see how it looks on us.

You gotta show me those love
letters from Lieutenant Channon.

- You'll die! They're so silly.
- Let's race.

Okay!

[dramatic music]

John? Just wish there was
something more I could do.

You did what
you could, Ep.

I'll be checking with you.

John?

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

- John, what are you doing?
- There was nothing Ep could do.

You think there's something
you can do with that?

Satterfield will only
straight talk with a gun.

All I plan to do is talk.

I've been wishing you'd
do something, but not this.

Wont let my sons walk around in
fear of pot shots taken at 'em.

- And if he takes a shot at you?
- Let him try.

- I'm going with you.
- Liv, I have to do this alone.

[dramatic music]

- Daddy! I want to go with you.
- You don't even know where.

- I have a fair idea.
- You know, I gotta go alone.

Don't want you to go alone.
You may walk into something.

I appreciate your worry, son.

But this is something
I gotta do by myself.

[music continues]

Mama, where's Daddy
going with his gun?

This rug needs beating, help me
roll it up. We'll carry it out.

He's going to Satterfield's.
I better go get Ben.

Jim-Bob.

All the young men are going off
to fight old men's battles.

Your daddy wants
to fight his own.

But we already did this rug
before you got back.

Never could do it well enough
to please me, remember?

Anyway, there's nothing
like doing it yourself.

(knocking on door)

- Ike?
- Olivia.

- Hey, Ike.
- Jim-Bob.

The boy came by the store, was
asking directions to your house.

And...I thought I better
bring him over and so I did.

What is it, Ike?
What are you talking about?

Olivia, sometimes telegrams
bring good news, you know.

And I'm sure that's
the case with this one.

I'm-I'm almost
positive it is.

[dramatic music]

Calvin, I wanna
talk with you!

Calvin!

[music continues]

You're lucky, John.

I was headed into town.
You might have missed me.

This won't take long.

I just got word. Tommy's
body is over at the depot.

I was gonna go fetch him.

That's a sad trip.
I wouldn't like to make it.

Never could tell when
you might have to.

What happened
yesterday, Calvin?

You could have killed
my boy, Jim-Bob.

You're too good
a shot to miss.

Let's just say that boy
of yours favored Tommy too much.

Maybe I had second thoughts when
I was squeezing the trigger.

Or maybe it was just a warning
shot meant for you, John Walton.

I've seen a lot of your son,
Tommy, in my Jim-Bob.

Believe me, Calvin,
this hurts me deep.

'I've worked closely with Tommy.
I thought of him as my own son.'

'All those boys we send off,
they're like my sons.'

If it would do any good, you
could cut me down right here.

But if it's revenge you're
after, here I am.

Let it be between us.

[music continues]

You're not hurting
like me, John Walton.

I got a hollow space inside.

I try to fill it up with hard
liquor, but it don't help.

Don't come in here.
Get out! Get out!

You hiding behind
your woman now?

[music continues]

[music continues]

You know
I don't read, John.

"The Secretary of War desires me
to express his deep regret

"that your son, Staff Sergeant
John Walton Junior, has been

"reported missing in action
while on special assignment for

Stars and Stripes newspaper."

[dramatic music]

'Port arms.'

Ready.

Aim. Fire.

Aim. Fire.

Aim. Fire.

Port arms.

Present arms.

[birds chirping]

[melancholic music]

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[playing TAPS on bugle]

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[theme music]

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