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John Walton,
thank you for all you have done.

Alright, Willie,
I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah.

John, there's an awful lot of
people talking

about the help
you're giving that man.

And the talk isn't good.

It's been the strangest evening.

First hearing German
on the shortwave,

Nazis taking over Europe,

and then that strong German
accent on the front porch.

Gave me the chills.

I hope Elizabeth doesn't get
started on that German stuff.

She'll run it right
into the ground.

You don't have to got to Europe
to find it, you know.

We've got a fifth column
operation right here.

Well, I don't see it
that way at all.

Then look,

start right off
with what you know.

He's German, pure kraut,

brought his family here,
got himself a job.

and he's settling right in

JOHN-BOY: In memory, now,
I think to that time in 1940

when the war was in Europe,

wide miles across the Atlantic
from the Blue Ridge,

a time when its treachery
rarely reached

as far as Walton's Mountain.

Still, the seeds of distrust
and suspicion were everywhere.

They were there for my sister,

Elizabeth, when she began
to keep a journal,

such as I had done as a boy.

Her imagination, always vivid,
had been joined

by a genuine gift for
exaggeration.

So, when the rumor began,

Elizabeth was among those
who passed it along,

bigger than
when she had received it.

(STATIC ON RADIO)
JIM-BOB: That pulls
in pretty good.

JOHN: What do you figure it is?

Well, that noise means
there's a station broadcasting.

If I could just tune
it in better...

BEN: I like
the other noise better.

Nobody said
you had to stay, Ben.

Besides, the only person
I promised

I'd tell if I heard anything
was Elizabeth.

She'll be sure
to write it down.

She'll write it down
if you sneeze.

"She didn't know her name.

"She was born in a dark cave
at the top of a mountain.

"She never had parents, or
anyone.

"She had to learn to eat
'cause she got hungry.

"She lived off the land..."

I thought John-Boy
had come home.

Grandpa!

(CHUCKLING)

(MAN ON RADIO)

Can't you get that any louder?

You can hear it better
when it's not so loud.

-Hey, leave that alone!
-Easy, easy, easy.

But those are words,
if we could only hear them.

German.

-No kidding?
-Listen.

That's German.

-It sure is.
-What do you think he's saying?

Something about the German army.

Wonder where it's coming from.

(SWING MUSIC PLAYING)

-Is this Jan Garber?
-No, it's Jan Sabitt.

Are you sure?

-Okay, you ready for a spin?
-Uh-oh, wait a minute, I'm not!

(GIGGLING) Wait a minute.

I'm not used to this.

You think I am?
I'm used to following.

We got a whole generation
of noise lovers?

Come on, Daddy, dance.

-I'll show you how to dance.
-What is this?

What are you doing?
You're so old-fashioned.

Wait a minute,
what is this?

I can't follow you.

-Erin, you dance with him.
-Oh, thanks.

Okay.

(LAUGHING)

Dad, you don't know
how to dance.

-Ben, isn't that Jan Sabitt?
-Or is it Jan Garber?

No, it's Guy Lombardo.
I wanna listen to the news.

-No.
-We're dancing, don't touch it.

Radio come in any clearer?

No, just get a few words
now and then.

-Think it's from a U-boat?
-Could be.

BEN: I think it's coming
from Canada.

Supposed to be
a lot of German spies there.

You don't know that. All you
heard was few German words.

You don't know
what they mean.

Right. Don't start any rumors,
Son. Come on.

-Let's dance.
-Can't help wondering, Daddy.

Come on, dance with me.

(ALL CHATTERING)

-Watch this.
-BEN: I want the news.

-Will someone dance with me?
-Okay.

(BEN LAUGHING)

ERIN: Forget it.

Oh, look at this!

Look at Daddy make a spectacle
of himself.

Ooh!

(GIGGLING) Oh! It's 1925.

Why don't we turn out the
lights, huh?

I give up.

MAN ON RADIO: We interrupt
this program

to bring you the following
news bulletin.

German forces have invaded

the peaceful skies
of Norway and Denmark,

and early reports in Britain
suggest heavy losses

for the two neutral nations.

Repeating, German forces
have invaded

the peaceful skies
of Norway and Denmark.

We now return to our program
in progress.

Think I'll put
John Curtis to bed.

-Say goodnight.
-Alright, Son, goodnight.

-ALL: Goodnight, John Curtis.
-Goodnight.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-Oh, hello.
-Hello.

(IN GERMAN ACCENT)
We've come a long way,

my family and I.

We are looking
for Flossie Brimmer's house.

I know Mrs. Brimmer. She lives
over yonder, past the store.

We were driving.
Your light was all we saw.

Liv, I'm gonna show these folks
where Mrs. Brimmer lives.

I'll go with you, Daddy.

Oh, thank you.

I am sorry.

(ENGINE REVVING)

He talked sort of funny,
didn't he?

Do you think Mrs. Brimmer's
expecting visitors at this time?

Jon will be there.

Didn't he talk sort of funny?

Well, sure,
he had a German accent.

Oh! That's it.

It's beginning to feel like

we're being surrounded
by Germans.

IKE: How'd you do today, honey?

CORABETH: Patience is the soul
of virtue, Mr. Godsey.

I haven't finished
the total yet.

-Well, what are you doing here?
-To whom are you referring?

Well, there's
a big old dog here.

Nothing unusual about that.

Dogs roam freely
on Walton's Mountain.

Give me a paw, give me a paw.

I think I've seen
this fellow round here before.

Mr. Godsey,
I would observe caution

in handling
a strange animal.

Hey, what's your name, fella?

Mr. Godsey, that dog isn't
going to tell you his name.

(CHUCKLES)

Are you hungry?

He's not gonna tell me
whether he's hungry or not.

Tell him to go home.

(DOG BARKS)

Okay, you gotta go home. Yeah.

Alright, you go on outside,
go on.

(DOG WHIMPERING)
You get outside. Go on.

Bye-bye.

So, how'd we do?

Mr. Godsey, when are we
going to restock those shelves?

First thing in the morning.

Flossie seemed
right glad to see them.

You shouldn't be
so suspicious.

I never knew she had
a brother-in-law.

Uh-huh. Willie Brimmer,
wife named Marta.

Little girl named Katrina.

It's been the strangest evening.

First hearing German
on the shortwave,

Nazis taking over Europe,

and then that strong German
accent on our front porch.

Gave me the chills.

I hope Elizabeth doesn't get
started on that German stuff.

She'll run it right into the
ground.

Why don't you turn off
the light?

-Turn off the light.
-Just a minute.

-I'm trying to go to sleep.
-I'm trying to work.

Work!

ELIZABETH: Now the girl saw new
people moving on the mountain,

people who talked funny
and made other people afraid.

We have got
a great deal of work piled up

and all of it
has got to be done today.

I don't know.
I should never ever...

Mr. Godsey, please move this
pickle barrel?

I have stumbled over it
for the last time.

And, oh, we have got to restock
these shelves again today.

Mr. Godsey, will you please move
the pickle barrel now?

Good morning, dear.

Oh!

Oh, here is this filthy beast.

Now, we do not need you here.
Now, go away!

Now, go on, scat!

-IKE: Scat is for cats.
-Scat!

(DOG BARKS)

Scat!

I fail to understand why people

cannot keep their animals
at home.

That filthy beast
lying around here all night,

moving and scratching,
fleas and ticks.

Why, it just
sets my nerves on edge.

I'm simply a nervous wreck.

And if that weren't bad enough,
that animal keeps...

Hello.

I'll be with you as soon as
I get this barrel down.

I'm Flossie's brother-in-law.
Willie. Willie Brimmer.

-You don't have to do that.
-I can help.

No, I got it okay.

-For many years I work hard.
-Well, right there, right there.

Very strong back.

Well, yeah, it shows, it shows.
And I appreciate it.

-Oh, would you like a pickle?
-No, no, thank you.

I didn't know that Flossie
Brimmer had family around here.

Oh, we just come here.

Now we want to live here
and I want to work here.

Jobs aren't the easiest to find,
especially around here.

-You work alone here?
-Oh, yeah, pretty much.

Corabeth helps me.
She's my wife.

She's the one that normally
carries down the pickle barrel.

The only place that you might be
able to get a job

would be over
at John Walton's mill.

He's got a going concern
around here.

I've met John Walton.

Oh, well, then you know
where his mill's located.

I was there last night
but it was dark.

I saw no mill.

I can show you that.
Come on right over here.

You go out the front door,
and go down

-half a mile down the road.
-Yeah.

Come to the house,
follow the lane left.

-Then you see the mill, there.
-Good.

-Ike, Corabeth here?
-No, she's in the back.

-Buck Vernon, Willie Brimmer.
-Hello.

Mr. Vernon, how do you do?

Corabeth ordered these,
they come to $5.

I also expect a package
to be mailed to me, a box.

I'll keep my eye out for it,
and, listen, good luck to you.

-Hope you get that job, huh?
-Thank you.

Where'd you get him?

He's Flossie Brimmer's
brother-in-law.

What did Corabeth order?

I don't know any Flossie
Brimmer, do I?

Yeah, you know her.

She runs the boarding house.
You've met her.

-Oh, that Flossie.
-Yeah.

I hope that's worth five bucks.

Worth three times that much
brand new, and she knows it.

I just can't toe that talk.

You mean his accent?

That kraut talk, it sets my
teeth on edge.

This Flossie Brimmer, she...

She reads German pretty well,
doesn't she?

Yeah, she reads German some.

Makes you kinda wonder,
doesn't it?

Why they're moving in here?

John! John, we can't afford
to turn out many like this.

Just look here.

This wouldn't pass muster
with the Army, for sure.

Pa, the boys got
the dowel ends all wrong.

(GROANS)

I tell you,
if I'd had them here,

I'd lift one up,
knock the others down.

The boys, just the age,
when they get the work done,

get out the shortwave,
and the music and the girls.

You telling me I was like them
when at their age?

(CHUCKLING) No, yes, but it
wouldn't do any good. You...

Ah, Mr. John Walton,
good morning.

Mr. Brimmer.

Pa, I want you to meet
Willie Brimmer. This is my pa.

Hello. I was at the store
down the road.

-JOHN: Ike Godsey's.
-Yes.

He says, if there is work,
it must be here, at your mill.

I have been, my whole life,
a good carpenter.

Well, we seldom employ
a carpenter,

but it so happens
you've come along

at a most providential,
opportune time.

What Pa means is the boys have
been working on these chairs,

and they've been doing
some pretty sloppy work.

Oh, they could be reworked.

I could set them straight.

-Make them right.
-Good.

Let me show you
what else we do around here.

-We make desks for the Army.
-Yeah.

Our standard's higher than that

when we keep our mind to it,

and we usually
keep our mind to it.

Ah, it's fine work.

Fine work. I have my own tools.

My hands are used to them.

I need badly, work.

Alright, let's give it a try.

I know you will be glad you have
done this.

Good.

I have something more
to ask you.

I need a place to live,

a place for ourselves.

Marta, Katrina and me.

Do you know of a house?

Maybe the Montgomery place.

What do you think, Pa,
anybody staying there?

Some road workers up there
this past summer.

They've long since gone.

That's your best bet.
There's a cabin,

Montgomery place, about halfway
up the mountain, up yonder.

Oh, good!

-You work late?
-Oh, yes.

I can work all kinds of
machines.

Good.

Come on, come on!
Would you hurry up?

Come on.

Did you have
a tree house before?

My swing hung from a tree
branch, but that is all.

I think you'll like it up here.

ELIZABETH: Come on.

Look out for that step,
it's a little loose.

I'm okay.

Here.

Here you go. Were you scared?

Yeah, but not now.

It was fun.

You can come up here
any time you want.

If we get to be
real good friends,

you can come up
if I'm not around.

Thank you. It's nice here.

Yeah. Mostly, it's quiet.

I need a place to be alone.

-Suppose you know I'm a writer.
-No.

See, my brother, John-Boy,
he's a real writer in New York.

I'm starting out the same way
he did, with a journal.

-Wanna be in my journal?
-If you don't mind.

Okay. Tell me about yourself.

Well, I wouldn't know
how to do that.

Well, where do you come from?

Pennsylvania.

-You spell it P-E-N-N...
-Oh, don't worry about it.

I'll take care of it later.
That's what writers do.

Oh.

Okay, do you have
any brothers and sisters?

No, I wish I did.

-I suppose you're German.
-Oh, yeah.

You don't talk funny like your
father. Why is that?

He just sounds like Papa to me.

-Is it hard to be German?
-Not for me.

But sometimes, for Papa,
I think it is very hard.

KATRINA: Is that your dog?

No, I've never
seen that dog before.

KATRINA: Hey, you nice old dog!
Where do you come from?

Let's go see him. Come on.

Well, now, look who's here.

Grandpa, do you know him?

This is Judge Frazier's
old dog, Samuel.

Think we should
take him home, huh?

I doubt that, Elizabeth. See,
Judge Frazier died last week.

You might say Sam here is
his only living relative.

-They were kin to each other?
-You might say so.

20 years of lovin' care,
loyalty,

and devotion and companionship
makes him kin.

Come on down and pet him.
He won't hurt you.

GRANDPA: Oh, he's a nice old
gentleman.

Grandpa?

If he doesn't have a home
or anyone to belong to,

can we keep him?

Well, I don't think
he's really looking for a home.

I think he's just sort of
passing through.

You could give him something
to eat, and some cool water.

Grandpa, this is Katrina
Brimmer.

Katrina Brimmer, well,
how do you do?

I just met your daddy
over in the mill.

Katrina, wanna help me
give him some water?

Come on, Sam.

(CHUCKLING)

Charley, that stuff stinks.
What is it?

Alright, alright,
that's enough, that's enough.

(SIGHS)

-Sheriff.
-Afternoon, Buck.

You headed somewhere, Sheriff?

Yeah, I have to go up to...

Charley, that's not a bad shave,
you ought to do it for a living.

(CHUCKLING) I've been thinking
about it.

Yeah, Buck, what's on your mind?

Something that should be
of concern to you

and every right-thinking
citizen.

Yeah, well, go ahead. Shoot.

Well, I do a little business
with Ike Godsey,

-John Walton, sometimes.
-Yeah.

They got this kraut
friend up there

who's bringing in a whole raft
of her kind,

and I think somebody should
keep an eye on it.

-Kraut friend?
-You recollect Flossie Brimmer?

Why, sure.
I've known Flossie for years.

Well, they're her kin,

and they got
a regular foothold up there.

Now, this Willie, I met him.

Now, he talks right out of
a can of sauerkraut.

How many others
did you met, Buck?

Well, he came right into
Ike's store, you know?

He says, "Let me know when this
box comes that I'm expecting."

This is this Willie you're
talking about?

Well, that's what
he calls himself.

What do you suppose
is in the box?

Well, do you know?

Well, the way he talks,
it could be anything.

Could be anything in that box!

Now, wait, Buck, look.

You're still talking
about one relative

of Flossie Brimmer's, right?

-But that's all it takes. They..
-Isn't that right?

They only need one or two.

The way things are going
in the world,

they're gonna have
a settlement there.

I'm sorry, I can't go up there
and arrest a man

just 'cause
he's got a German accent.

What about that box he's waiting
for at the post office?

There ain't no law
against that, either.

I picked up some German words
on my radio.

I think it was...

Deutsche Wunderkind.

Do you know what that means?

It means, in English,

"German youth."

Very special ones.

Would you come look at my radio
when we get back?

Yes, I will.

You have been kind to us.

Here everyone is kind.

Flossie makes us feel
so very welcome.

Yeah, she's a fine lady.

To think, we are now here.
My Willie has found work.

Katrina has new friends.

I have this dream long ago,

I did not think
it could be possible.

You cannot know.

In Germantown, it is not a good
place to be a German anymore.

Hard feelings about the war,
I suppose.

Friends for all our life,
neighbors,

would cross the street
not to say hello to us.

Men at work

begin not to talk to me,
not to eat with me.

That is over, Willie, now we
must forget.

Sometimes,

we would go for a beer.

Now, no more.

We become strangers.

But you cannot know
what I'm talking about.

Willie, we begin again.

We cannot everywhere we look
see an enemy.

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

It is hard to be looked at
and not seen!

Seen and not spoken to.

I want to tell them, I belong
here, too, like everyone!

That I'm an American!

-Papa, please!
-It's alright, Katrina.

You have not told Mama
about the house.

There is a house, Willie?

The Montgomery cabin.

It's just up on the hill,
it's a really nice spot.

Will I live near Elizabeth?

Yeah, it's a short walk.

You will build for Katrina
a tree house, too, yeah?

Yeah.

Then I can be a writer,
like Elizabeth.

She is, indeed.

She writes down everything
you say.

She has questions all the time.

What questions?

She asked me if it was hard
to be German?

You see.
Already it begins

(TAPPING ON SHORTWAVE)

This is Elizabeth Walton.
Do you read me?

Come in.

Is everything alright?

Okay, Elizabeth,
fun time's over.

-Well, this is my shortwave set.
-Well...

I do not know much
about these things,

but it looks very impressive
to me.

(STATIC ON RADIO)

Well, it takes a while
to warm up.

About here is where
we begin to hear them.

-Them?
-The German words.

You have no earphones?

No, I'm still saving up
for them.

Your reception will be much
clearer when you have earphones.

(MAN ON RADIO SPEAKING GERMAN)

Kilometers

from Oslo...

Where do you think
it's coming from?

Shh.

Luftwaffe

victorious...

I think we have heard
all that there is to hear.

Do you know
where it's coming from?

From the air, from anywhere.

I do not know.

Think it could have come from
a U-boat?

In these days, who can say?

Don't let her bother you.

Nobody pays any attention
to her, anyway.

You are here
at the base of the mountain?

Uh-huh.

High on the mountain,
that is your answer.

If we take your shortwave
set up there,

the signals will come
in much clearer.

And you will hear maybe more
than you want to hear.

Hmm?

Maybe we can get it clearer
on another night.

You're selling those as is?

I'm not selling them at all,
Buck.

They're rejects. You can
have them for half price.

A man'd do you a favor
just hauling them off.

Alright, honey, run along.

Thank you for bringing me
my lunch.

Daddy, is Mr. Brimmer here?

I think he's home
for dinner, honey.

I heard you hired that kraut.

Letting him take dinner
at home, are you?

That's where his food is, Buck.

I'd just soon he wasn't around
where I am.

Why, he do something
to set you off?

Yeah, he came here
and he's a kraut!

Come to think of it, guess he's
not home for dinner.

I think he's up at the
Montgomery cabin with Jim-Bob.

-I suppose he'll settle there.
-He will if he wants to.

(CHUCKLING)

You're sure giving him
a free hand here.

A job, the run of the mountain,
and your son to show him around.

Oh, he's helping Jim-Bob
with his shortwave radio.

Well, don't that beat all?

See, the other night,
they got some German.

And Mr. Brimmer says
if they go up the mountain,

they'll get some more.

Come on, Sam, food.

-Come on.
-Maybe he's sick.

Come on.

I don't think so,
his nose is cold.

Beep-beep, excuse me.

Where'd he come from?

We just got him down the road,
but Grandpa knows him.

Pretty sad-looking dog,
if you ask me.

You wouldn't like it
if someone said that about you.

Sorry, Elizabeth.

Come on, Sam, come on.

Well, excuse me.
Oh, good for you.

You're feeding Judge Frazier's
old dog, aren't you?

Yeah, but he won't eat, Grandpa.

Nothing like loneliness
and old age

to take the pepper
out of anybody.

(DOG BARKING)

Look, Reckless,
Sam came to visit you.

Oh, look at him.

That's perked
the old gentleman up.

There's nothing
like a pretty girl

coming by to make
any old gentleman sit up

and take notice,
no matter what his age.

WILLIE: It's very beautiful
up here.

It's a long time since
I've climbed such a hill.

JIM-BOB: It's no hurry,
the cabin will still be here.

-How much farther is it?
-Not much farther.

(PANTING)

Somewhere up here will be very
good for your shortwave.

There's a good spot
on the other side of this cabin.

WILLIE: Oh, yes!

Very good!

JIM-BOB: It's nice up here.
It's not too far, either.

You see? We are already made
welcome.

(PANTING)

It is all we need,

Marta, Katrina and me,

for sleeping,

for eating,

for us to live together.

Yeah, Mama always likes it
when somebody moves in up here.

This chimney draws good, too.

When my mama
sees smoke coming out of it,

she looks up here and she says,

"Well, that Montgomery cabin's
a home again."

Mama say mushy things like that
all the time.

It will be that, a home again.

Marta will make everything
clean,

I will make everything work,

and Katrina will make
our hearts joyful.

You don't have to go to Europe
to find it, you know.

We've got a fifth column
operation right here.

Well, I don't see it
that way at all.

Then look,

start right off
with what you know.

He's German, pure kraut,

he brought his family here,

got himself a job
and he's settling right in.

Well, I don't call
that fifth column.

Add a shortwave station
to the top of Walton Mountain.

Just where did you get
a fool idea like that?

Where'd I get that idea,
little lady?

Mr. Brimmer's helping Jim-Bob
set up his shortwave radio

high up on the mountain.

BUCK: That's so as they can hear
the German words clearer.

-IKE: Oh, come on, now.
-That's what Mr. Brimmer said.

-You see those boxes there?
-Mmm-hmm.

Take those and put them in the
post office, would you do it?

-Sure.
-Thank you.

Now, just what are you talking
about?

I know it, you don't wanna hear
it.

You're one of those that think
it can't happen here.

That's right,
I don't wanna hear it.

You better get to work on this
before Corabeth eats you alive.

Ike, add this to it.

Every move he makes
has got John Walton's blessing.

IKE: You'd just better watch
what you're saying.

He gave him his job,

he moved him into the Montgomery
cabin up on the mountain,

and his son, John's having his
son help that kraut every time!

Look what I found.

Right, now, what do we have
here, huh?

It's just mail. It's just
something Willie is expecting.

Let me see that, now.
That looks to me like...

Werner Brimmer. That's foreign
writing. Don't tell me it isn't.

(STAMMERING) Well, yeah,
I guess...

Yeah, I guess you could say
it's foreign writing.

Say where it comes from?

-Germantown, Pennsylvania.
-Germantown.

Is that a fact?

"The writing on the box looked
foreign. Both said so.

"Just takes one or two to get
the whole fifth column started.

"Krauts do that in Europe
and now they're doing it here."

I declare, you're almost
as dedicated as John-Boy.

You'd hate it
if you really had to wear those.

Better take them off,
gonna hurt your eyes.

-Mama, what's a kraut?
-Kraut?

Yeah. Mr. Vernon
called Willie Brimmer a "kraut."

It's a bad nickname for Germans.

I don't want to hear you using
words like that here.

I didn't, Mr. Vernon did.

You're right,
it is an awful word.

It isn't just "kraut,"

and it isn't the fact
that she writes everything down,

it's just that she seems to be
developing

an ear for only
the unpleasant things.

She probably thinks
it's more dramatic.

I guess maybe it is.

I wonder why it is that all
the nice, kind, gentle things

don't have the same appeal.

They sure have their place.

I tell you, though,

that Buck Vernon is building up
quite a case against Willie.

That's what Buck does best.

Oh, he's very business-like
about it.

One step at a time.

First the job, then the home.

But I can't get anyone to
listen.

Then this shortwave business
with the Walton boy.

Well, I don't know what to do
about that.

Well, that bothers me, too.

Likely he's in on it.

Nothing John Walton
does anymore surprises me.

That don't sound like
John to me,

unless he's paying it
no mind at all.

He doesn't want
to hear about it.

He goes a lot on
trusting folks,

like the golden rule
was the only rule there was.

He could be getting
his orders straight from Hitler,

for all we know,
with that shortwave.

Well, we don't know who
he's getting his orders from,

but we know
they're coming in German.

You were saying that John's
little girl told you that much.

Now, think about this,

he can send messages out
on that shortwave, too.

Sure he can.

Well, we shouldn't be letting
him get away with this.

Now, Charley,
we're not gonna wait too long.

I'm keeping my eye on things,

and when the time comes
to move, well,

It just makes me proud to know
who I can count on.

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

Well, so much for Sam,
like an old sack of potatoes.

Come on, let's go see him.

(GRANDPA CHUCKLING)

Looks like these two
wore themselves out, hmm?

Yeah, but when he first got
here, he wouldn't even move.

If he's as old
as you think he is, Grandpa,

he's sure doing good.

He'd be well over 100 years old,
according to human terms.

Does your heart good
to see him frolic around.

BEN: Think of that.
Reckless is just a puppy.

-Oh, you need some rest, Sam.
-Yeah.

Reckless is tired, too.

Yeah, he deserves some rest,
this old gentleman.

Katrina, want to go up
and see the cabin?

I would like to see
where we'll live.

Let's go inside
and get something to eat first.

This old gentleman
needs some rest.

This is much more
like it, Mr. Vernon.

Better than new.
All nice and broke in.

-You've been paid, of course.
-Mmm-hmm.

Hello?

Oh, I...

I thought I heard the door.
Good morning, sir.

I've come for my package.

A man, Mr. Godsey,

I told him about it.

Oh, well, Mr. Godsey is
in Charlottesville for the day.

Now, let's see,
a package for you.

-I'm Willie Brimmer.
-Oh.

Well, I'm Mrs. Godsey.
Mr. Brimmer,

I've heard a great deal
about you.

-Hello.
-How do you do?

A package, now, let's see.

-It's a small box.
-Small box.

Very important box.

Mr. Godsey has his own method
of safekeeping.

I'm sorry, I just don't seem
to see a package anywhere.

Sorry.

Your telephone will call
Pennsylvania?

Oh, yes, of course,
just ask the operator.

Fannie Tatum is on this time
of the day.

Fannie Tatum.

-Um...
-Just crank that thing.

Crank?

Oh! Yeah.

Yeah, hello?
I want to make a call

to Germantown, Pennsylvania.

Telephone 2-3-4-6. Yes.

Mr. Godsey's store.

I will pay. How much?

Yeah.

Herr Doktor.
Willie Brimmer here.

Yeah.

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Package was mailed many,
many days ago.

-I found it.
-Oh!

I told you Mr. Godsey has
his own method of safekeeping.

-I am sorry.
-Oh, good.

This is telephone.

Thank you.

Au revoir.

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

I am so relieved
the medicine is here.

When you breathe easier,
I breathe easier, too.

As the doctor says,

if I must climb the mountain,
it must be slowly for a time.

Willie, we will climb
the mountain slowly.

There is no hurry.

As the young Walton boy says,
"The cabin will be there."

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

-Sam.
-Sam.

Sam.

Jim-Bob, have you seen Sam?

He left while you were
in the house.

Which way did he go?

He went off
that way some place.

We'd better go find him.

Why don't you girls leave
that old dog alone?

Grandpa he's old. He needs
someone to take care of him.

Old Sam knows what he wants
to do better than anybody.

You just leave him alone, now.

-Come on, let's go.
-Where you going?

Oh, we're gonna go
see the cabin.

ELIZABETH: It's really, really
pretty. I think you'll like it.

It's kind of, I guess, plain.
Yeah, I don't know.

Sam!

What are you doing here?

He can come with us
to the cabin.

We could bring him inside.

Come on.

(SAM WHIMPERING)

Sam, come on.

Sam!

You're right sure that was
German he was talking?

-Well, what else is that?
-Say it again.

Herr Doktor.

Oh, that's German right enough.
I mean, I know that much.

It's brazen, too.

Picking up Ike's phone,
calling his messages out,

right in front of you.

That's why he used the German.
Don't you see?

I don't know
as I'd believe it myself

if I hadn't heard it
with my own ears.

It's a terrible thing.

Maybe... Maybe we ought to
call the FBI.

Now, we don't need the FBI.

We know how to handle this
ourselves, don't we, huh?

Yeah.

Perhaps it wasn't a good idea
putting the dog inside.

He'll wander into the woods if
we let him out

he can't
find his way back again.

Well, maybe he tries to go home.

No, he's going
in the wrong direction.

Judge Frazier's
is the other way.

Ah, there you two are.

Grandpa, what are you doing
up here?

Well, I was just out for a walk,

seeing how the persimmons
are doing.

You young ladies, by any chance,

you haven't seen that old dog
Sam, have you?

Oh, he's in the cabin.

He was trying to get away,
we thought he'd get lost.

I think we'd best
let the old gentleman go.

-Grandpa!
-Yes.

I think we'd better
let him go on his way. Sam.

-He'll never find his way back.
-I don't think he wants to.

That old dog's life is almost
over, and I think he knows it.

Well, he had so much fun
with Reckless.

Yeah, sort of a last hurrah,
you might say.

Oh, it was.

Him jouncing around there,
playing with our dog Reckless.

But I think all he asks
for us now

is some place where he can go
and die in peace and dignity.

That's where he's going?

I think that's where he's going.

Well, I think you two young
ladies better go on home.

I think Livie
will be wanting you.

I'm just gonna sit here,

sit here a bit

and rest.

Willie Brimmer?

You stay right there.

We've come for Willie Brimmer,
John.

Come for him? That's mighty
strange talk.

Our trouble's not with you,

so just tell your kraut friend
to get out here.

You don't order me around
on my own property, Buck.

Send him out here, John.

You're harboring a spy,
and that gives us the right.

He speaks with an accent,
you call him a spy?

BUCK: There's more to it.

He helps my son with a shortwave
radio, and he's a spy?

(ALL GRUMBLING)

-Don't try it, Buck!
-You look for me?

Stand back, Willie.
I know these men.

I wish to speak for myself.

-We know all we have to know...
-Not you, John.

...Herr Willie Brimmer!

You lay a hand on this man,

you're gonna have to
answer to me.

This is not new to me.

I had hoped here it would be
different.

But it is never different.

Because I speak
a different language,

that makes me an enemy.

You thought this was a nice
place to hide out,

where nobody would catch on
to what you were doing.

MAN 1: Yeah!
MAN 2: Yeah!

BUCK: Getting Jim-Bob
to put his radio transmitter

up on top of the mountain.

Give you a clear shot to send
your messages to Germany.

(ALL SHOUTING)

Not to send messages!

We got the whole story from the
girl there.

I didn't wanna hurt anybody.
I'm just a writer.

I listen and I write down
what I hear.

Well, then, a lucky thing you
did, little lady.

We got all the evidence we need.

(MEN SHOUTING)
JOHN: Hold it!

Any problem here, the sheriff
is going to take care of it.

This man is no more a spy
for Hitler than you are.

Besides, my son Jim-Bob asked
him to help with that radio.

He spoke German to somebody
on Ike Godsey's phone!

Yeah, with my dear friend,

my doctor from Pennsylvania.

He had sent me medicine,

which I did not know if it would
arrive.

I speak German to him because

he is a very old man
and he speaks little English.

What about that box?

With the German writing on it.

Yeah, well, what about that box?

My medicine from the doctor.

You know how silly you men look?

Chasing a rumor started by a
little girl,

because she didn't know
what the word "kraut" meant.

Well, these days, you just don't
know.

He's your responsibility, John.

I'll take that responsibility.

Now, I think it's time
you men got on out of here.

I think maybe we ought to go.

Well, I'm keeping my eyes open.

(MEN GRUMBLING)

Thank you, John Walton.

Did I cause all that?

No, honey, don't worry about it.

JOHN-BOY: Willie, Marta and
Katrina Brimmer

were accepted as neighbors
and friends in our community.

My parents were able to see
that Elizabeth faced her blame

and learned from it.

And though she set aside
her journal for a while,

she kept forever
her boundless imagination.

-Grandpa?
-Yes, Jim-Bob?

-What kind of a dog was Sam?
-Hard to say.

GRANDPA:
Best dogs are often mixed breed.

ELIZABETH: Is Reckless
a mixed breed?

BEN: She's one part hound dog
and the rest we don't know.

ELIZABETH: Too bad Sam was old.
We could've had puppies.

BEN: Don't start any rumors.

ALL: Goodnight, everybody.