All language subtitles for The Waltons s02e14 The Air Mail Man

The peace and beauty of the land

and sky around
Walton's Mountain

was a source of constant comfort
to all of us

during those difficult
depression years.

Some of the changes that were
going on in the world

did eventually reflect
themselves on our mountain

like the increase in the number
of airplanes

that spotted the sky.

In particular, I remember
an airmail plane

that used our mountain
as a landmark.

My mother especially liked to
wait for the plane to go over

and sometimes watching

she'd get the look people have
when they watch wild geese

winging their way south
to warm sunny days.

Wish you two would hurry up,
you've got starving men here.

-And starving ladies!
-You're not a lady.

-What am I?
-You're just a little girl.

Stay that way 'cause
when you get to my age

it's nothing but work and worry.

I would prefer less philosophy
and more food this p.m.

-Here.
-Thanks.

You could help you know.

-It's not my turn.
-So what?

-I'll help you anyway, then.
-Gee, thanks.

You're welcome.

You kids got your money saved up
for Mama's birthday present?

It's not much. 8 cents.

How about you, Jim-Bob?

It's upstairs.
I'll count it later.

Alright.

-Your supper, sir.
-Thank you, ma'am.

You're welcome.

It must be awful to be
somebody's wife

and have to do this every day.

If you don't learn to be more
pleasant

you won't have that problem
to worry about.

Once you find your true love,

you'll be plenty willing
to do for him

just like when your grandma
found me.

I'm going to have a whole other
life. Full of glamour.

-Bet you can't even spell it.
-I heard that.

I hope we don't all
starve to death

before we get to see
that glamour of yours.

I understand men a lot better
than Mary Ellen does.

You're a born slave, Erin.

Will you two stop picking
on each other and let's eat?

I sure wish your mama
would come in.

She's out looking at the
airplane.

Good Lord, you'd think she never
saw an airplane in her life.

Whenever there's anything in the
sky, it's always interesting.

Last week and a half,
you'd think that plane

was the only thing that mattered
to her.

-John-Boy, do we have enough?
-Enough what, honey?

Enough money
for Mama's birthday present.

With Jim-Bob's savings included,
if it turns out to be as much

as I suspect it is

we'll probably be able to buy
some chocolate,

make her a good cake.

-And some candles.
-You got that much, do you?

How many do we need?

I'm not sure how much
your mama's

looking forward
to this birthday.

Why don't we put on about 12?

This food will taste like it's
12 years old

if she don't come in here.

John-Boy, will you tell your
mama the food's getting cold?

Yeah.

I slave away all day and there's
nobody here to appreciate it.

Did you get Mama a present?

-I sure did.
-What is it?

A surprise. It's something
I made for her myself.

-It's late tonight.
-Never been late before.

Always like clockwork.

Gotten to be a regular part
of your day here.

Doesn't it seem
marvelous to you,

to be waved at from an airplane?

Brings the sky down close to
you, doesn't it?

There he is.

There he goes.

You think I'm being silly,
John-Boy?

-No, I don't.

Think she'll like it, Jason?

If she can figure out
what it is.

Shut up, Ben.
What about the color?

Don't worry. She'll love it.

Hey, quiet.

Sorry I'm late.

Maybe someday when I grow up
I'll be another Amelia Earhart.

Maybe that's who I'll be
when I grow up.

I've been too busy
to think about such things.

Guess I have, too, Grandma.

Didn't he just go by?

John, listen. Something's wrong.

Where is he?

I don't know,
but he's in trouble.

Sounds like he's circling back.

There he is. Right there.

See?

He's too low! He's going to land
in the pasture road.

He's trying to land
in the pasture.

Get the truck! Turn it around,

put the lights on the end of the
pasture.

Come on!

Hold it! Right here.

Alright. Here, quick!

-Here.
-Do it.

-Okay, go.
-He's taking it apart.

Here you go. Got that one?

-Okay, come on.
-You two go down to the end.

He's way down there now.

-Wait a minute.
-Easy, easy.

You won't believe it.

That's the trickiest landing
I've ever made.

You're lucky to be alive at all,
young man. Here, easy.

Easy now. Easy, lad.

Broken oil line. Spattered oil
all over the magneto.

And I got a gasoline leak.

Maybe things will look better
in the morning.

Why don't you come up
to the house?

That makes sense.

I sure appreciate your help.
My name's Cooper, Todd Cooper.

John Walton.

I'll need to use your phone
to call Atlanta

and tell them the mail's safe
and I'm alive.

We don't have a phone,
but we can get you to one.

Okay.

Someone here and I
are already friends.

It's Mama. She waits for you
every night.

I never expected you
to fall out of the sky.

I never expected
anyone quite so beautiful.

Would you kids
like to give me a hand?

-Can't leave the mail unguarded.
-Sure.

Here you go. That's one.

Ben, give me one!

-They're too heavy for you.
-They are not!

Alright, you two.

This here is a Stearman,
just like my model, isn't it?

Hey, champ. Take it easy.

That's US mail.

And when that engine started
missing I had to come down

-and I remembered your pasture.
-Just like Lindbergh.

That was a very impressive
display of flying ability.

If I can't take off
in the morning

I'll have to truck the pouches
down to the train.

Where is the nearest train stop?

Rockfish. About 6 miles
from here.

That was my last flight.

Would have liked to have gotten
it through on time.

Changing jobs?

Going on to a more exciting
kind of flying.

More exciting than
flying the mail?

Barnstorming, air shows,
racing, real kind of flying.

Hauling the mail, it's like
driving a truck after a while.

You're giving up a steady job

for a flying circus
in these times?

Probably pays more
than chopping wood, Ma.

Course, there's days
we can't fly.

They don't pay us for waiting
for the weather to clear.

Flying in the sky like a bird.

I just can't imagine what that
must be like.

Gets to be pretty
exciting at first,

then after a while,
back and forth

between Washington and Atlanta,
gets kind of dull.

-Dull?
-Sure.

Mr. Cooper,
where do you call home?

It used to be Washington, D.C.

From now, it's gonna
be the back seat of a plane.

I'm joining an air show in
Florida next week.

Must be hard on your family

with you streaking through the
sky all the time.

I'm a loner, Mrs. Walton.
No family to speak of.

If I could trouble you

for a ride down to that
telephone, Mr. Walton.

I have work to finish up.

John-Boy, take Mr. Cooper
to Ike's.

Yeah, sure.

Could I go?
We could talk about flying.

I've had enough flying for
today, kid.

-Tomorrow.
-Promise?

I promise. After I fix the
plane, if there's time.

Doesn't sound like much
of a promise to me.

Yes, indeed. It does seem that
young man

has something else on his mind.

Well, that's no excuse for
hurting a child's feelings.

Here's the money for Mama's
birthday present.

Don't tell anyone.

-Not a word.
-Don't lose it.

I promise.

Let's go!

You must get to see
a lot of the country.

I do.

But flying's changing.

Five years ago,
we had hardly any instruments.

Now there's even talk of putting
radios in the mail planes.

Must be getting
a lot safer though.

Safer, yeah.

But the fun's going out
of flying fast. Rules.

You mean it's getting just like
any other job.

Same thing everyday.

That and other things.

Aviation's settling down.
Growing up.

Getting established,
you might say.

I guess that's why
you want to go barnstorming?

-How far to that telephone now?
-Almost there.

Here you go.

No, it's on me.
It's a gift to your mom.

No, this'll be the children's
gift to their mother. Thank you.

I guess I can understand that.

There ought to be something here
that I can give to Olivia.

And, Operator, if anyone
tries to reach me,

tell them I'll be
flying out early.

No, I don't have a number
where I can be reached.

Thank you.

Oh, thanks.

-I bet Olivia would like this.
-That's beautiful.

Real tortoise shell.

I gave one of those to my.
To a girlfriend once.

That's really too much.
Thank you, anyway.

Like I say, the only thing
that exceeds my income

from this store
is my generosity.

Now you take it and wish Olivia
a happy birthday for me.

Thank you very much.
She'll really appreciate it.

Thank you, Ike. Good night.

Thanks for the use
of your telephone.

Good night.

Time to call it a day, Grandpa.

My bones have just been
telling me the same thing.

Your bones should have told you
that an hour ago. Come on.

You're right, Ma,
I'm dead tired.

Me, too.

-So, did you reach Atlanta?
-Yeah.

Thank you.

You want to get him some quilts
and bed him down in the barn?

Yeah, sure.

If you people wouldn't mind
setting your alarm early

I'd like to get the plane
in the air early.

We're up real early around here.
We'll get you started.

Thank you. Good night.

Good night.

Something wrong, Ma?

I'm uneasy.

Any reason?

Got a feeling about
that young man.

I think he's hiding something.

Happy birthday, Liv.

Come on. Perk up.
It's a day for celebrating.

I don't feel right, John.

I don't feel like
I'm supposed to.

You sound a little bit
like Jim-Bob.

Just feel so unsettled.

Frightened.

I feel like I've lost myself.

Liv, you're too young to let
a birthday like this upset you.

It's not my birthday,
John, it's my life.

What would I be if
I didn't have you,

the kids and this house
to tell me who I am?

Without all of you,
I wouldn't be anything.

Don't pay any attention to me,

I don't even know what
I'm talking about.

You are upset,
aren't you, honey?

I just feel so dull,
shabby, and tired.

I feel like

age has taken away my spirit.

I think I understand
what you mean.

We got a lot of kids who did
a lot of planning for this day.

-They're waiting outside.
-Lord.

Give me a minute
to pull myself together.

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday!

Here you go, Ma. See you can be
a lady of leisure.

You're supposed to stay in bed.
You're not doing any chores.

And don't worry about no work.

We're going to take care of it
all day, okay?

-Sit back and enjoy yourselves.
-Happy birthday, Mama.

Come on, we gotta get to work.
Come on.

Happy birthday.

The real surprises
are for later.

And more.

I think I'll get me
some breakfast.

Stay and have some of this.

Lord knows there's enough here
to feed an army.

Wouldn't be fair.
They made it for you.

Besides I have to get your
present ready.

-Good morning.
-Morning.

Think we'll get her to fly?

Doesn't look much like it.

-Morning.
-How's it going?

I think I'm grounded.

I'd be obliged if you can
give me a hand

trucking the mailbags
down to the train.

There's no train till tonight.

You fly out this afternoon,
you beat that train to Atlanta.

Maybe.

But I still need an ignition
wire and copper tubing

for that broken line.

All that takes time.

We could order your stuff
from Charlottesville

and have it delivered to Ike's.
You can pick it up there.

-How long would that take?
-About three or four hours.

If you'd like, we'll help
you fix your plane.

It'd be fun.

A lot of free labor here.
Willing to work.

Alright, let's give it a try.

Let's hurry.
I want that cake in the oven

before your mama gets down.

Grandma, how much baking powder?

-Just follow the recipe.
-Already put the baking powder.

I get to put in the chocolate.

The chocolate is for the
frosting.

Be careful. You get the
ingredients all mixed up

you'll just waste them,
and there'll be no cake at all.

Did I put in the baking powder
or a pinch of salt?

Stop it. Let me taste.

Salt.

Where's the baking soda?

Alright, put it directly
under the axle.

Right in the center.

Watch your fingers.

-Give me that lug wrench.
-Here you are, Daddy.

You people sure know
how to work together.

Up here you have to.

Here. Put this back in,
will you?

Can't take a chance on losing
one of them.

How's it going down there?

We're getting there, Son.

Erin, we can't both
put them on.

Now you girls keep from slamming
doors and stomping your feet.

We'll have a cake that'll make
your mama want that birthday.

Who wouldn't want one?

You gotta live a good many
before you'll understand that.

Let's clean up this mess.
Mary Ellen, you wash.

-I wash every day!
-You wash.

Erin, you dry and Elizabeth,
you take the things to the sink.

Happy birthday, Liv.

Thank you.

That was just delicious.
Thank you.

Well, I guess I'll just
go for a little walk.

Have a nice walk, Mama.

I'm sorry to be keeping you
away from your work, Mr. Walton.

So am I, but with this crew
helping, we'll catch up quick.

What exactly is it you do here?

I supply lumber
to a few customers.

Cut railroad ties, pulp to paper
factory, and cut firewood.

Make any kind of a living?

We get by.

Anybody been around
asking about the plane?

Nobody I know of.
Expecting someone?

Not exactly.

While that wheel's off, might as
well smear grease on the axle.

There it is, right there.
Hold your finger.

Get the patch kit.

-Morning.
-Morning.

Just think, few hours you'll be
up there flying along

as free as a bird.

I hope so, Mrs. Walton.

What's it like?

It's a feeling
of belonging up there.

Of belonging to the sky.

There's wind currents up there.

Best when you can
take advantage of them.

Sometimes you can feel the air
rising so strong,

it pushes you skyward.

You can shut the engine down,
and it just carries you up.

It's like when you see a hawk
soaring on a hot summer day.

How did you get to be a flier?

Pop was an aviator in the war.

Stories he told me
got me all fired up.

Later on he took me up
for the first time in my life.

I loved it then
and I haven't stopped.

I guess flying seems glamorous.

But everybody's flying these
days.

I once taught a girl how to fly.

She was doing real well.

One wheel coming up.

I left a roll of safety wire
in my flight bag in the barn.

I'd appreciate it
if you get it for me.

-Sure thing. Here.
-Thanks.

-Daddy, look at this.
-Where'd you find that?

Fell out of his bag, while I was
getting him some safety wire.

Looks like Mrs. Cooper.

He said he wasn't
married, though.

Maybe he's a widower.

A man wouldn't hesitate
to admit that.

What a man wants
to admit is his business.

The Flying Coopers.
Isn't that something?

Put it away, Son. Doesn't look
like it's any of our business.

And look what
I made your mother.

That's beautiful.
She's gonna love that.

-You made that?
-I hope so.

You got something for her, Son?

I'll tell you, Daddy, I thought
I did, but.

This is a difficult year

I don't know
what to get her this year.

I know what you mean.

-Help me with this, will you?
-Want to get it inside?

Thunderheads are building up
over the mountain

but it should be
clear over Atlanta.

What's it like flying
through clouds?

Sometimes when you're on top
of a cloud

you look down,
they look so solid

like you could step right out
and take a walk on them.

Sometimes you see shapes
that look like animals.

-I'd like to see that just once.
-You'd love it.

I'm gonna miss waiting
for you to fly over every night.

I'll come by again.

I'll buzz the house and do a
loop-the-loop

so you'll know it's me.

That'll give me something
to look forward to.

How's the weather up there?

Glorious. I could stay
up here forever.

What are we motherless children
going to do in the meanwhile?

-Help me down from here.
-I'm sorry.

I recall there was a man in
Charlottesville.

He had one of these things.

He was charging $5 for
a five-minute ride.

It would be worth it.

Maybe that's what we should've
got you this year.

Wish I'd thought of that sooner.

-Keep it in mind for next year.
-Alright.

What do you think, Mr. Cooper?

It's a good job.

-You do this all by yourself?
-My brothers helped me.

-You get along well, don't you?
-Most of the time.

Do you have any brothers
and sisters?

No.

Is that why
you don't like children?

-Who says I don't like children?
-You sure don't act like it.

I guess I've forgotten
what it's like to be a kid.

You must have been one sometime.

-I've forgotten.
-It's a mess.

Everything you touch turns over.
Everybody hollers at you.

You don't even get a chance
to holler back.

Get blamed for everything,
even when you didn't do it.

It's beginning
to come back to me now.

-It's awful, isn't it?
-Just terrible.

Come on.

What are you sharpening
it on? A stone?

Not yet. Rust isn't taken off.

How's it going?

Think those parts have had time
to get here yet?

-I'll go find out right now.
-And I need some gas.

Okay, anyone want to come with
me?

I'll come with you.
Here, you do it.

John, you think you could do
without me for a while?

-No.
-Try.

-They're right here, Mr. Walton.
-Good.

How did Olivia like her comb?

She hasn't opened
her presents yet.

Somebody called asking
about that airmail pilot.

They wanted to know if he was
still around here

and didn't leave a message.

City folk.

They're always in a hurry.

Alright.

Grandpa

-that's her.
-Who?

That's Todd Cooper's wife.
That's Mrs. Cooper.

What are we going to tell her?

No. That's still up at the
Walton place.

How do I get there?

Mr. Walton's in the store
right now.

If you ask him,
he'd show you the way.

Company's coming!

Welcome.

This is Mrs. Cooper.

This is my daughter-in-law,
Olivia Walton.

Hello. Sue Cooper.

This is my favorite wife,
Esther Walton.

How do you do?

Fine, thank you.

I better go tell Mr. Cooper
you're here.

-Is he alright?
-Fine.

The dispatcher said
he'd had an emergency landing.

-He's fine. Won't you come in?
-Thank you.

Should be out of here
in 10 minutes.

Swell.

-Hey, Todd.
-Yeah?

Your wife is up at the house.
She wants to see you.

I don't want to see her,
John-Boy.

She said she tracked you down

all the way
from Washington, D.C.

You got any idea what it feels
like to be tracked down?

No. I reckon it must feel
pretty awful.

I thought we'd argued
this whole thing out.

-I thought of more arguments.
-Why did you follow me?

You were so angry when you left.

I thought if
we could just talk

and not be angry
with each other--

I said everything I had to say.

We won't tie you down, Todd.

The baby and I.

We'll make
some kind of home base.

And when we can
be together, we will.

That wouldn't be fair to you.

We've always been
independent people.

The baby doesn't
have to change that.

A clean break is the only way.

I don't know what kind of a
person I'd become

if I was grounded

but I don't think you'd like
that person. I know I wouldn't.

Who said anything about
grounding you?

Look, all I'm asking
is to keep our marriage

and to give this child
a mother and a father.

He needs both of us, Todd.

Can't you get it through your
head? I want to be free.

Don't you care whether
it's a boy or a girl?

Don't you want to know
what color hair it has?

Whether it's got your nose
or my eyes

or the right number of toes?

I'm carrying life in me

Todd Cooper.

But that life belongs
to you, too.

All set to go?

Yeah.

Thanks to you folks.

Let me ask you
a question, Mr. Walton.

Sure.

How long have you been married?

Pretty soon it'll be 20 years.

You ever get the feeling
you were

trapped?

I know a lot of fellows feel
that way about marriage.

I never have.

Maybe there's something
wrong with me.

How's that?

I don't feel the way I'm
supposed to about that baby.

What do you think
you're supposed to feel?

Whatever it is you share
with those kids of yours.

I've never been around
families much.

Being here has proved to me I
don't feel what a father feels.

With Sue it's different.

She loves that baby.

I don't feel anything
but trapped.

Now there's nothing wrong
with feeling trapped.

I must have felt that way
a few times, way back.

You hold your babies in your
arms and diaper it for a while

you begin to feel different.

I sure don't picture myself
doing that.

You get used to it.

What am I going to do,
Mr. Walton?

In my experience,

most people end up doing what
they want to do.

What do you mean?

That airplane out there

is all ready to go,
just waiting for you.

Here you are, talking about her.

Yeah.

I really do love her.

Do you?

Yeah.

-She still at your house?
-Was when I left.

Yeah.

Mama?

Thank goodness someone's come
to keep me company.

I have something for your
birthday for you.

I've been trying
to figure out what to give you.

It's been difficult this year.

I thought I knew
what to give you

but that didn't seem right.

I was reading this morning,
and I found a poem in here

by a man named
Gerard Manley Hopkins.

I'd like to read it to you
for your birthday.

Here it is. It's called
The Windhover. That's a bird.

"I caught this morning
morning's minion

"kingdom of daylight's dauphin

"dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon,
in his riding

"Of the rolling level underneath
him steady air, and striding

"High there, how he rung upon
the rein of a wimpling wing

"In his ecstasy! then off,
off forth on swing

"As a skate's heel sweeps smooth
on a bow-bend:

"the hurl and gliding

"Rebuffed the big wind.
My heart in hiding

"Stirred for a bird the achieve
of; the mastery of the thing!

"Brute beauty and valor and act

"oh, air, pride, plume, here

"Buckle! And the fire that
breaks from thee then, a billion

"Times told lovelier, more
dangerous O my chevalier!

"No wonder of it

"sheer plod makes
plough down sillion

"Shine, and blue-bleak embers,
ah my dear

"Fall, gall themselves
and gash gold-vermillion"

John-Boy, those words were just
like listening to music.

I don't really understand
what the poem meant

but those are about the most
beautiful words I ever heard.

I think the poem has a meaning.

To me, it means that

some things

which may seem too simple
or unimportant

or even just downright plain

those things are really
every bit as important

and every bit as beautiful as
the most magnificent things

in the whole world.

Thank you, John-Boy.

Happy birthday.

There was a line in there.
Something about, "My heart".

"My heart in hiding Stirred"

Mama, your birthday's ready
if you want it.

-Come on!
-Oh, that's Jim-Bob.

-Livie.
-Oh, Elizabeth.

-That's just gorgeous.
-Okay. Here it is, Mama.

* Dear Mama it's you birthday
it's a special day for you *

* We hope your day is happy and
your wishes all come true *

* We think that your the
greatest in every little way *

* That's why I sing
this birthday song *

* On this your special day **

Happy birthday!

-Did you write that yourself?
-Sure did, Mama.

It's lovely. Thank you.

Thank you.

-Welcome back.
-It's good to be back, Grandma.

-Make a wish.
-Make a wish!

Alright.

What was the wish?

I'm not gonna tell, 'cause then
it might not come true.

See?

Oh, John!

That's just beautiful.

It is just beautiful.

-From all of us, Liv.
-Thank you.

In this mirror, I don't look too
bad for an old lady.

You look just fine.
Happy birthday, honey.

We don't have
a present for you

but I think I've got something
that you would like.

It's down in the pasture.

How would you like to ride
in that plane before we go?

-Todd, how wonderful.
-Alright!

That's real nice.

Children, your mama's
going flying.

-Come on, let's go.
-Bye, Mama.

-Don't forget to wave.
-Bon voyage.

"My heart in hiding

"Stirred for a bird the achieve
of; the mastery of the thing!

"Brute beauty and valor and act

"oh, air, pride, plume, here

"Buckle!"

Hello, up there.

Today great passenger planes

plow through those skies
above the Virginia mountains.

Last year one of them brought my
mother to see us in California

where I now live.

We are expecting
her again soon

and no doubt our thoughts
and our memories

will return
to those early times

when that era
we called depressed

was so very, very good.

Mama, did you get your wish?

-I sure did.
-What did it feel like up there?

The air was cold and the wind
whipped me in the face.

Down below everything
looked like tiny little specks.

Did you see me, Mama?

Did I look like a speck, too?

You made a very
special speck, Jim-Bob.

Alright, you high-flyers,
time to settle down.

Not me. I'm still
up there flying.

-Happy birthday, honey.
-Good night, John.

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