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When I was growing up on Walton's Mountain...

the Great Depression cast its shadow over us

as it did over everyone.

But we were more fortunate than most.

We were a close-knit family

and the house we lived in was as solid...

and secure as the mountain itself.

Because I had always lived in it.

I took our house for granted.

Then one hot summer afternoon, I met others less fortunate.

Through them, I learned the real meaning of home.

-Thank you, Mrs. Grant. -Thank you.

Hey, wait a minute. You're not 12.

-Here, take that and split it. -Thank you.

-Thank you. -Much obliged.

-How old are you, son? -Twelve.

-Well, here you are. -Thank you, Mr. Denton.

I bet you ate more than you picked.

I suppose you're 12, too.

Thank you, Mr. Denton.

You're a mighty fine worker, little lady.

That's 'cause I hate peaches. Thanks.

Jody, I reckon you and your daddy will be moving along now.

Yes, ma'am.

Gonna miss seeing you every day.

Me, too.

-Jody? -What?

Would you send me a postcard sometime?

-Sure. -Send me one.

-You want everything I want. -I'd like to have one, too.

Do you mind putting me on your list, Jody?

I'd hate to lose track of you after we became good buddies.

Yes, ma'am.

Much obliged.

Mr. Denton, thank you. You mind if we took some of those culls?

Help yourself. They're bruised. No good to me.

Appreciate it.

-Step up. -Any more work here?

Sorry. I'd try the next orchard.

Fruit's all been picked here.

Take some home. Mama'll make us some peach pie.

-And applesauce. -Not applesauce.

-Well, peach sauce. -I've got peach fuzz over me.

We'll get home in a minute. You can wash yourself off.

Jason, would you drive the truck over here?

Since when does Jason get to drive?

Listen. Children should be seen and not heard, Erin.

-I'll have it in a second. -Yeah. Be careful.

It's been heating again.

It's 100 feet away. Won't have time to get warm.

Mr. Foster, help yourself to some culls.

-Oh, it's okay, Ben. -Oh, thank you, John-Boy.

$1. Used to be I made that much an hour.

-$1 an hour? That's good pay. -Them days are gone, looks like.

Yeah, I reckon they are.

Oh, Mrs. Grant, we'll be leaving in a couple of minutes.

There's no hurry, John-Boy.

There's nobody waiting at home for me.

Look, John-Boy, a tree.

-Well, what's left of one. -Is it a peach tree?

-Yeah, I believe it is. -Can we have it?

Now, what do you want with that thing?

-We can plant and grow peaches. -It would never grow.

Couldn't we try, John-Boy?

Why don't you ask Mr. Denton about it?

If it's alright with him, it's alright with me.

Do we have to? He threw it away.

Why don't you ask him anyway?

Hey, Jim-Bob, get something to wrap the roots in.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Grant.

Have you been properly introduced to Mr. Foster, here?

Sure have. And he's been telling me some stories, too.

Some of them were even true.

Thank you.

Will it grow for real?

Sure. My grandpa can make anything grow.

-You got a grandpa of your own? -Sure. Everybody has one.

-Not me. -Why not?

I don't know what one is, to tell you the truth.

A grandpa, is your mother's and father's father.

I don't have a mother either. You got one?

I got a mother, father, a grandma and all those brothers

and sisters... and millions of cousins.

-You one lucky man! -Okay, kid.

-What do you want? -Can I have this peach tree?

-Found it there with the culls. -What you gonna do with it?

I'm gonna plant it and grow peaches.

I just reckon you can have it, then.

-You live around here? -Yeah, Walton's Mountain.

-About six miles. -Too bad.

Too bad?

Heard you mention that truck when I came.

Was hoping you was travelers like me and my boy.

We could bum a nice long ride.

Sorry, I can't oblige you. We might not be going your way.

Oh, yeah, you would.

You're not headed any place particular, are you?

One's as good as another when you're traveling.

Whichever way your thumb takes you.

You don't seem too unhappy about it.

Unhappy? Why, it's the greatest life there is.

You ever been to Alaska, Wyoming or Arizona?

You ever stuck your toe in the Mississippi River?

Don't think I'd care to.

Me and Jody been to all them places.

That's the real reason we're traveling.

-I'm showing him the world. -Yeah. What about his schooling?

Why, the world's his school, and I'm his teacher.

-What's your brother studying? -I don't know, let me see...

last time I helped with homework he was studying geography.

Alaska and glaciers and such.

We've been to Alaska. Seen a glacier. Stood on one.

Studied it upside down and crossways.

Then you're a teacher.

Well, no, ma'am. I'm an auto mechanic...

but things are kind of slow in that line these days.

John-Boy, Mr. Denton said I can keep it.

We'll plant it as soon as we get home.

Pa, could we stay and watch them plant it?

We got to get back on the road, son.

Being in one place too long is like being stuck in jail.

-Ain't that right, son? -Right, Pa.

Well, look, Mr. Foster, we could probably drop you off

on main road to Charlottesville if that'd be a help.

That'd be good. Lot's of us traveling these days.

Hey, Jason, in here with me!

-How did you do? -Made it. Easy as pie, John-Boy.

-When do I get to drive? -Your time will come.

Help me with this door, Ben.

-Come on. -Push

Mr. Foster and Jody, pile in. There you go.

Looked like I was gonna have to drive home from here.

Come on, Mrs. Grant. It's Okay.

Don't forget anything. Take my hat, Jason.

Here we go..

-She's heating up bad. -Hmm.

-Oh, thank you, John-Boy. -You're welcome.

Here. I'll get it.

We're gonna get a new truck one of these days, I swear.

John-Boy, tell mama I'm gonna come and help her with canning.

I owe your daddy for delivery of wood.

I'd appreciate a chance to pay it back.

-That would work out just fine. -Good.

-Bye, bye. -Goodbye, lady.

I left a pitcher of lemonade in the icebox this morning.

Why don't you all come in and enjoy it with me?

Well, that sounds awful good. There's a lot of us, though.

The more the merrier! Come on in the house, everybody.

Give this truck a little time to cool off.

Look at that. It's just as well to give it a chance to cool off.

Don't touch it. It's hot.

-It's been heating up for weeks. -This will help a bit.

A good time for lemonade.

Think Pa will let us have the dollar?

I reckon they're going towards shoes.

Snow!

Look, Pa. You shake it and there's snow.

Sure is, Jody.

My daughter gave me that at Christmas.

What's that?

It's a shell. You can hear the ocean in it. Listen.

You pulling up my leg?

Hold your breath and you can hear it.

Yeah. It is true. Waves.

They go "shhhh, shhhhh."

Someday I'm gonna sail across those waves...

on a big ocean liner, all the way to Europe.

Maybe you'll run into me and Jody there.

We're always heading someplace.

Right now, we'd better just be heading on home.

So soon, John-Boy?

It's getting late. Mama will be wondering.

Well, Jody, I hope we'll see each other again real soon.

Me, too.

Don't expect we'll be around much longer.

I'm sorry to hear that.

-Those cookies are real good. -There's some more left.

Well, we really should be running home now. I'm sorry.

-Alright. -Thank you.

-Thank you for coming by. -Goodbye.

-Where do I put your shell? -I'll take it. Thank you.

Thank you for the lemonade and cookies. They were really good.

-Bye, Mrs. Grant. -Bye, Mr. Foster.

Yes, ma'am.

You made a pretty good teacher to me one time.

How are you at matchmaking?

You wouldn't believe it if I tried to tell you.

John-Boy, this old house gets real lonesome.

I may not be a spring chicken, but I've still got my looks.

What are you trying to tell me?

I've also got an awful lot of love to give, too.

What are you trying to tell me?

I'm only trying to tell you that I love that child.

And Mr. Foster's a fine-looking man.

-Why, Verdie Grant, I declare! -See what you can do.

-I'll certainly try. -Alright. Thank you.

-Thanks for the lemonade! -You're welcome.

-Bye. Bye. -Bye

Boy, I sure hope we make it home.

Yeah, it's getting worse.

She's steaming like a kettle.

Oh, no, I think it's on fire.

She's on... I'm telling you, she's on fire.

-Get me down! -Get back.

Darn, that's hot!

Keep clear! If it gets to the gas tank, we're in real trouble.

Get this open.

Watch it. Look out.

-Hey, well, look at the flames. -Stand back.

Okay, she's out.

Daddy, guess what happened! The truck caught on fire.

Mr. Foster put the fire out and got the truck started again.

I'm much obliged, Mr. Foster.

Wasn't anything. Just a little trouble in the carburetor.

-He saved our lives. -The truck's, too.

It was just about to explode.

-Mama, this is Jody. -Hi, Jody. How are you?

Won't you both stay for supper with us?

Thank you, ma'am.

-Jim-Bob, what've you got there? -A tree, Mama.

I'm gonna plant it and grow peaches.

-Can I watch? -You can help.

Yeah. Go ahead and help. Plant it in the sun.

And then wash up for supper.

-I'll get a shovel. -Go get a shovel.

-I'll be right back. -Right here?

Right here.

That was a wonderful meal. Jody and I thank you.

It's our pleasure.

You're welcome to spend the night.

-Yeah. Why don't you stay here? -I wouldn't wanna put you out.

Didn't you just save our truck?

Yeah, well, anybody would do the same.

You could spend the night...

we could take you to the main road in the morning.

It's gotten right chilly. Night air's not good for child.

Well, if Jody'd like to, it would be right nice.

Yeah, Pa. Then we can see the tree in the morning.

Thank you, Mr. Walton. All of you.

What do you do for food when you're on the road?

Oh, we follow the crops. Get hired on like today.

-A dollar here, a dollar there. -Must get mighty tough sometime.

It does. More of us after the same dollar.

It's a lot tougher.

Mr. Roosevelt's doing all he can.

Yes, ma'am, he is. I just wish he'd do it a lot quicker.

-Here's Mrs. Grant. -Hi, Verdie.

-Come on in. Have a seat. -Good evening, everybody.

No, thank you. I can't stay. I'm sorry to interrupt you...

but I have some information

that I thought might be of interest to Mr. Foster.

-And Jody. -What is it?

I had some shopping to do down at Ike Godsey's.

He runs the general store here.

And in talking, he happened to mention that he had a problem.

See, the Baldwin ladies' car broke down...

and they left it with Mr. Godsey to fix.

Ike? He doesn't know one end of a car from the other.

That's what he told them. But they just wouldn't listen.

And they told him they'd come and get it when it was ready.

-What's he going to do? -He's going to hire Mr. Foster.

-That's news to me. -I told him all about you.

Being a mechanic and everything...

and he says for you to come and see him in the morning.

We're leaving in the morning.

Pa, couldn't we stay?

We got to get back on the road, son.

Why don't you sleep on it?

Who's winning?

He's got a couple over here.

Sure you won't be needing this lantern tonight?

No, thanks, John-Boy. I'm as ready for sleep as Jody.

Well, then I guess I'll be saying goodnight.

Goodnight.

Verdie Grant is one of the finest ladies I've ever known.

Ain't no doubt about that, John-Boy.

If a man was looking to settle down...

he'd be right smart to pay attention to that lady.

-Goodnight, Jody. -Goodnight, John-Boy.

Did you see the tree? I helped plant it.

-I heard about it. -I helped water it, too.

Jim-Bob says someday it'll grow peaches.

Well, I expect it will.

-Goodnight now. -Goodnight, John-Boy.

-Goodnight, son. -Goodnight, Pa.

Pa, sure is nice here, isn't it?

You get some sleep now.

-Sure is nice-looking. -Sure is.

I can't remember this car ever having any trouble.

I sure would like to work on that engine.

Well, let's go find Ike.

Okay, here we go. Here's your malt. And....

I'm gonna have to order the bolt of cloth. I don't have it here.

I'll have everything else ready in 30 minutes or so.

-What? -Maybe we oughta come later.

No, he'll be finished in a second.

Now's is good a time as any to get it over with, I guess.

-Harley Foster? -You're looking at him.

-Ike Godsey. -Hi, John-Boy.

I hear you been looking for work.

I'm always willing to pick up a little change when I can.

Change? If this works out, there's gonna be...

a lot of business from all the folks around here.

The nearest mechanic is in Charlottesville.

If your car breaks down, there's no way to get it there.

I think this could be a real paying proposition.

I wasn't thinking about anything too steady.

But I wanted somebody that's reliable.

Somebody who'll think about staying if the pay is good.

You don't have to worry about Mr. Foster.

He's got a son to look after.

That's bound to make a man reliable.

-Well, yeah. -Let's get going.

I'll show you what's the matter with the Baldwin ladies' car.

Mr. Foster?

Mr. Foster?

Good morning.

Hello, Mrs. Grant.

-I see you got the job. -Yeah, just started.

Me, too. I'm helping out at the Waltons'.

There's an awful lot of peaches to can.

Oh, Mr. Foster, by the way...

I found these in my attic.

My son wore them years ago.

Do you think Jody might be able to make use of them?

Sure they'll fit?

Well, if they don't, I can always alter them.

I'm a very fine seamstress, even if I do say so myself.

Good-looking woman, too.

I bet you'd make some man a real fine wife.

I would indeed.

Ooh!

Don't you realize how hot that is, you old fool?

Not as hot as my kisses.

Grandpa, Jody wants to water the peach tree and I told him no.

-Did you water it yesterday? -Yes, sir.

Well, don't drown it. Just remember it's a tree...

not a fish.

-Jody, how do those pants fit? -Fine, Mrs. Grant.

I guess they're alright.

Run along now.

You'll wear out that spoon, stirring like that.

Sorry, Mrs. Walton. Just got to daydreaming.

Can't imagine about what.

I was just thinking how much like his father that child is.

Sometimes I wonder who you're more interested in.

You're just wasting your time with that man.

The way he wanders around from pillar to post...

always on the move.

There's no room in his life for a woman.

Don't you believe that.

He just hasn't met the right one.

-Until now, you mean. -Well...

I'm not exactly past the age of being interesting to a man.

I'd say you were just about the perfect age, Verdie.

And I'd say that you're both wrong.

He's just footloose. That's what he is.

Well, his feet are here now.

And there's no time like the present, right, Verdie?

That's the truth.

Hey, Harley.

Harley, didn't expect to see you so early.

-Good morning, Mr. Foster. -Morning, all.

Thought I'd have some lunch with Jody. Is he around?

He's around somewhere. How did it go this morning?

I'll have it ready this afternoon.

-Jody! -Here I am, Pa.

You know what Ben says?

It's true! A hundred years ago. Right, John-Boy?

What, Ben?

This tree. Our Great-grandpa Walton planted it.

-That's right, Jody. -It's been here for 100 years?

At least. And you see those up on the mountain ridge?

Those great big ones? He planted some of those, too.

Will our peach tree ever get that big?

-It's not your peach tree, son. -Is, too.

-Jim-Bob says it's part mine. -We're sharing it.

Oh, well, okay.

I came back from Mr. Godsey's to see if you'd have lunch with me.

-Now, how about it? -Already ate.

Mrs. Grant fixed lunch for all of us.

And John-Boy said he's going to read a book to us.

I'm going to need John-Boy in another few minutes.

Jason, you'll help me bring this in to town.

Ben, I'm just going to be a little while.

Go into the house and get the book.

-Bring it up in the tree house. -Okay.

-It's on the table by the radio. -Okay.

-Thanks, Ben. -Sure.

I heard you talking.

Got your lunch right here.

Looks good. You gonna have some, too?

Let's go over there and sit where it's cool.

Alright.

Was your lunch alright? Everything to your liking?

First class.

It's a pleasure to see a man enjoy his meal.

You've been awfully good to Jody, Mrs. Grant.

I just wanted you to know I appreciate it.

Can't help it. He's a good child and he needs affection.

I give him that.

I didn't mean that the way it sounded. I know you love him.

What I meant is, he could do with a little female affection.

I could do with some of that myself.

Mr. Foster, I was wondering.

Canning will be over in a day or two and I'll be back home.

Would you and Jody like to come over one evening for supper?

I don't see why not.

"Pushing Dante...

"Prisoner followed the jailer into a room underground...

"whose bare and reeking walls

"seemed as though impregnated with tears.

"'Here is your chamber for tonight,' said he.

"'There is bread, water, and fresh straw.

"'And that is all a prisoner can wish for in the Chateau d'If.

"'Goodnight.'

"And before Dantes could open his mouth...

"the jailer disappeared, taking with him the lamp.

"Dantes was alone in darkness and in silence...

"cold as the shadows that he felt breathe

"on his burning forehead."

And that is all for today.

-John-Boy, one more page. -That's it.

I've got work to do. I've got to go.

-Come on, just one more page. -I got work to do.

Ben, will you put these in my room, please?

Oh, sure.

You children have chores to attend to.

Oh, okay.

Jim-Bob, did you straighten up your room?

It'll only take five minutes, Grandma.

This time, change your sheets and pillowcases.

"Dantes was alone in darkness and in silence."

"That was the best a prisoner can ask for

in the Chateau d'If."

That's The Count of Monte Cristo,isn't it, John-Boy?

-That's right. -By Alexandre Dumas.

Jody, do you know that his grandma was colored

like you and me?

-Is that so? -That's right, Grandma.

Oh, Jody, when you grow up...

reading will be one of the greatest experiences

of your life.

-Won't it, John-Boy? -I can vouch for that.

Come on, Mrs. Grant.

Let's get these peelings in the compost pile.

John-Boy, it was like a jail, wasn't it?

-What was? -The Chateau...

Chateau d'If. Yeah, that's exactly what it was, a jail.

And he couldn't get out or anything?

And he had to stay there for a long time?

That's right, he had to.

Hey, you got her rolling already?

All set and raring to travel, John-Boy.

Jody! How do you like it, son? Come on, hop in. Let's take off.

Hey, come on!

Jody. What is it, son? What's the matter?

-I don't want to go. -But it's only for a drive.

I don't want to go. Nowhere. I want to stay.

Pa, can't we stay? Please?

First-class fence.

Yeah. First-class peach tree.

Bad dog, Reckless! Git!

Reckless sure can be a pain sometimes.

Reckless figures everyone else is watering that old tree

why shouldn't he?

-Morning, John-Boy, Mr. Walton. -Morning, Mrs. Grant.

-You leaving us? -We finished up the canning.

-Thanks very much for your help. -You're welcome.

Jody seems to be alright this morning.

He seems that way. Guess Mr. Foster explained to him...

all he wanted to do was take Jody for a ride in the car.

-And Jody misunderstood? -Yeah.

John-Boy, you think I'm doing the right thing?

I don't know that I can rightly tell you that, Mrs. Grant.

Maybe I am being selfish.

But I do think that child needs a mother.

It could be his daddy doesn't agree with you.

He could do with a little cherishing, too.

I invited him over for supper one evening, him and Jody.

-He accept? -He didn't say no.

John-Boy, just let me get his feet under my table.

I do believe everything else will work out fine.

What are you doing?

I'm sending letter to Sam Taylor about some money he owes me...

for the work I did last week in Charlottesville.

Forgot all about it.

Getting little absent-minded in your old age.

Very funny.

-Hey, Jody. -Hi, Jody.

You didn't eat much breakfast this morning, are you hungry?

Yes, ma'am. Thank you.

Mr. Walton, how come you stay home all the time?

Because my work is here, son.

The sawmill out back, and the wood we cut...

that's what keeps this family going.

My dad says he needs to keep moving to keep us eating.

I used to feel like that. I used to go away to work.

Then I thought maybe I'd better come back here.

So one Christmastime, I did. And I never left again.

We had Christmas in a freight car last year.

This year I hope you celebrate in a nicer place.

Celebrate?

That means to do something special.

So everybody can look back

and remember what a good time they had.

I know what present I'd want.

-What's that? -A bed. Just for me.

You'd have to talk to your daddy about that.

He says most folks got a bed for each person, like you all do.

But anyway, he says sleeping under the stars is better.

That could be nice.

Sleeping outside, looking up at those stars...

smelling the night air.

I'd like a real bed better.

Jody, come on out. You can water the tree now.

Thank you.

I feel sorry for that little boy.

I guess his father doesn't have too many choices.

But that sweet little thing.

I can't help wanting to pick and hold him until he feels safe.

-Mr. Walton. Mrs. Walton. -What is it, Jody?

Look. All the leaves came off. It's gonna die.

No, it's not, son.

But the leaves are all dead.

Because they're old.

Matter of fact, that could be a good sign.

It could?

When you transplant, sometimes that happens.

You keep watching. There'll be new buds coming out any time.

Jody, how'd you like to take this down to Ike's store

and mail it for me... and say hello to your papa?

-You want to do that, Jody? -Yes, ma'am.

Mrs. Grant isn't here, is she?

No, she went home. She only came to help out with the canning.

Oh, well, here.

There you go. Here's your change. See you later, now.

Harley, how would you like an advance?

Usually I have less than $10 in here, but today it's like 1928.

-Advance? -Yeah.

I know it's two days before payday...

but now that we've got the Jordan car to work on...

I thought I'd like to secure my investment.

-I'm obliged, Mr. Godsey. -You're a good worker, Harley.

Thanks, but I still got $1 from picking peaches. I'll wait.

-Suit yourself. -Might ask one favor, though.

-What's that? -A few minutes extra this noon.

Give me more time with my boy, Jody.

He was kind of upset last night.

Nothing serious, I hope.

Nothing I can't handle, Mr. Godsey.

What's that, Harley?

John-Boy, turn it off!

I couldn't hear you with that saw on. What is it you said?

Where's Jody?

-Haven't you seen him? -I've been down at Ike's.

I sent him down to Ike's to mail a letter.

I thought he'd say hello to you.

I didn't see him.

If he's not down there, I wonder where he's got to.

I got a pretty good idea.

We got this before my husband died.

When my son Albert was younger than you are.

Here. It tells where it came from.

What does that say?

-I don't know. -Sure you do.

S-E-A.

-What does that say? -I don't know what it says.

Jody, you must've had that word in school.

I don't go to school.

Me and Pa don't stay in one place.

Of course. I should have realized.

Mr. Foster! Don't you know how to knock?

I figured my boy being here was invitation enough.

Jody, I'd like for you to wait for me outside.

-Pa, can't I-- -Outside.

I brought you some licorice.

-I don't want it. -You take it now, you hear?

Giving him candy ain't what he wants.

Why? You feed him already?

I didn't give him anything.

Except a lot of female foolishness.

I'm sorry. I know I had no right to interfere.

Thing is, it's hard enough for a black person...

to do anything worthwhile in this life...

but with no education, and no feeling of belonging--

I had a real education.

Went through high school, made good grades.

You think it did me any good?

I might as well have spent the time loafing on a riverbank.

You got a trade. You must've learned it someplace.

I learned it the hard way.

Knocking on doors and begging for a chance.

Don't you wish better for your son?

I wish the world for Jody, that's what I'm giving him.

Showing it to him, sharing it with him.

A poor excuse for itchy feet.

Just because you've got sand in your shoes...

is no reason for you to mess up that child's life.

You've got a responsibility to him. He deserves a chance--

You've said enough, Mrs. Grant.

All you women think about is settling down. Home sweet home.

Jody's mine and nobody's taking him away from me.

That's just plain foolishness.

You trying to tell me you wouldn't like him to stay here?

It would be better if he did!

At least then he could go to school.

He don't need school. He learns plenty traveling around.

He can't read or write!

What do you want him to be when he grows up?

A shoeshine boy?

-Mr. Godsey. -Hey! Howdy, Jody boy.

A little earlier you asked me about an advance on my pay.

That's right.

I'd like to take up if you don't mind.

I don't mind. Come on in.

Jody, I'll be right out. Don't you move, you hear?

Hey, Jody, everything alright?

No, it ain't. Pa says we're leaving.

Something happen over at Mrs. Grant's?

I don't know what happened. John-Boy, I don't wanna go.

Yeah, I know.

Okay, here you go.

This is too much, Mr. Godsey.

-It's a whole week's salary. -I ain't worked a week here.

What's the difference? It's an advance--

The difference is, I ain't working past today.

-I'm leaving. -You can't leave.

All I'm taking is what's coming to me. There.

Wait a second. You can't leave now.

We got a good business going on here.

All it would take is a little more time.

-Harley's leaving. -Seems a shame to me.

He said you'd stay on, you promised.

I wish I could, Mr. Godsey. But I just can't.

Jody! Where's Jody?

-I think he went inside. -Inside? I didn't see him.

Jody, didn't you hear me calling? It's time to go.

Yes, Pa.

Mama, Jody says he's leaving. Is he, really?

It seems so, Elizabeth.

What about Mr. Foster's job?

Mr. Foster decided to give it up.

I got a feeling it has something to do with Mrs. Grant.

Something happened over there.

She's going to take his leaving mighty hard.

Jody.

I brought you something.

They are leaving, aren't they, John-Boy?

-How did you know that? -Mr. Godsey told me.

What happened, Mrs. Grant?

Mr. Foster and I had words.

What kind of words?

I hurt his pride.

Worst thing you can do to a man is hurt his pride.

Didn't expect to see you again.

-So you're going? -I'm all packed.

-You're running away. -From you?

No. I don't matter, Mr. Foster.

That child is the only thing that matters.

What you're running away from is your responsibility to him.

Go away, woman. I've got to go say goodbye to the Walton's.

I thought I'd try once more.

I should have known it wasn't any use.

Harley, I'm sorry you're leaving.

When I make up my mind to go, I go.

We made up some sandwiches for you.

Thank you, ma'am.

I got to say, traveling around

we've met up with some mighty cold shoulders...

but you folks were...

you've been so nice, real decent.

I want you to know we appreciate it.

Hello, everybody. Hold up there.

I see you're still here, Foster.

I was expecting you'd be gone by now.

I'm about to be.

I got here just as fast as I could.

There's some money missing from my cash register.

$23, to be exact.

-Foster. -I got your money, Mr. Godsey.

But you gave it to me, I didn't take it.

I don't mean your pay.

There was $23 and some change. There's just change there now.

Alright. Go ahead. Go back to the garden. Go play.

These are pretty serious charges.

Believe me, I don't enjoy it.

Neither do I, being called a thief.

You trust a guy. You give him a job.

I thought before I called the Sheriff

I'd give you a chance to prove me wrong.

Which you happen to be. Here, John-Boy, hold my things.

There's my pay. $10 for five days' work. And that's all.

I'll empty out my pockets.

There. Empty.

John-Boy, look through the rest of my stuff.

I don't want to do that.

I'm sure you're mistaken. Isn't it possible...

someone came in the back way while you were out

filling somebody's gas tank or something like that?

There's a platter, hat, and cup and saucer.

I just don't think Harley took that money.

It was in his pocket.

That's just it. I swear he didn't know it was there.

He looked more surprised than anybody when he took it out.

I'm just trying to figure out exactly what happened at Ike's.

Ike was outside with you, Harley went inside.

No one else was there, right?

-No. Jody was in there. -Jody?

Harley went in to fetch him.

You mean that child saw his father take it?

Not necessarily. Maybe he saw somebody else in there take it.

I'm gonna ask him.

Girls, would you excuse Jody and me for a few minutes?

-Why? -Come on, Mary Ellen.

When you were at Mr. Godsey's store this afternoon...

before your daddy came in to get you

did anybody else come in there?

I didn't see anybody.

Then did you see your daddy take any money...

out of Mr. Godsey's cash register?

-John-Boy, can I ask something? -Yeah.

My pa will go to jail, won't he?

Maybe.

He'll have to, won't he?

Like in The Count of Monte Cristo.

Wait a minute, Jody, just hold on.

And if my pa's in jail, then we can stay here. Can't we?

You took that money, didn't you, Jody?

Yes, John-Boy.

That's why I took it, Pa.

You always say being in one place is like being in jail.

I took it and put it into your pocket...

because...I wanted us to stay.

Jody...

It's alright, son.

It's alright.

-What...Mr. Foster! -Morning, Mrs. Grant.

You got a minute?

-Well, I.... -Morning, Mrs. Grant!

Come in.

I thought you were leaving.

We're staying.

I'm glad for Jody. And for you, too.

We got us room and board at Reverend Dooley's

starting tomorrow.

So as I can be near my job.

Right near you too, so it seems.

Yes, he's only half a mile away.

Jody will be going to school and church. We'll settle down.

Mrs. Grant, you said some awful mean things to me yesterday.

Yes, I did.

I thought about it. I did a lot of thinking last night.

-Please. Don't have to explain. -I do.

Mrs. Grant, you was right.

About Jody, anyway.

I'm doing it for him.

You might even get to like it yourself.

We'll see.

Now what? And now what, John-Boy?

And then when all those tiny blossoms fall away

there's gonna be the fruit.

Tiny. Tiny peaches.

And they get bigger and bigger. All peach-colored and juicy.

And the tree gets tall, doesn't it, John-Boy?

Not all at once, but it gets there.

John-Boy, next year when the peaches ripen, can I have one?

Jody, next year when the peaches ripen, you can pick one.

The very first one.

Harley and Jody did put down roots in Walton's Mountain.

And the romance that blossomed in a peach orchard...

was to flower and bear fruit of its own.

Almost four decades have passed

but my own roots are still there...

in that house where I was born

and grew up with my brothers and sisters.

-Mama? -Yes, Elizabeth?

Can I sleep tonight without breathing?

Why? Some special reason?

Jim-Bob and I are going to have a breath-holding contest...

and I thought I'd practice.

-You can try, dear. Goodnight. -Goodnight, Mama.

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