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Good morning.

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

Sure.

Erin Walton.

Number four in a family of seven

works for J.D. Pickett, single.

And how did you know all that?

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

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

You said, uh..

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

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

(SIGHS)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

blossomed beneath the evergreen pines.

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

and for a long time she carried a secret wound.

When love did come to claim Erin again,

she welcomed it with her usual spirit.

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

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

Name's Mathews. Paul Mathews.

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

You're selling unseasoned lumber.

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

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

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

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

Get outta here, Mathews.

Take your goons with you.

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

Ben, come on, calm down.

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

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

There's nothing to think about.

Let's go.

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

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

Mathews, Paul Mathews.

Doesn't ring a bell.

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

Grandpa always said, he felt like a bear trainer

when these backwoods guys came into town.

They're rough on the outside,

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

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

I've had enough for one day.

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

Uh, yes, Corabeth, what is it?

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

and selling their house.

Oh, how did you find that out?

-From an unimpeachable source. -Ah!

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

Mr. Godsey, I have told you repeatedly

that all is fair in love and real estate.

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

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

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

An investment?

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

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

Fifty dollars?

Why, Mr. Godsey, $50 would buy

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

Now, you owe me an explanation.

(DOOR OPENING)

Ike. Corabeth.

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

Men!

I have always felt, that the cornerstone

of a relationship was based on honesty.

That the foundation was based on trust,

that the bricks and mortar

were based on sharing and communication.

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

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

Oh, it's a Geiger counter.

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

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

Uh-huh, I smell a conspiracy.

It's $1.10, Erin.

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

(ERIN CHUCKLES)

How have things been with you?

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

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

I thought once the war's over,

there would be plenty to go around for everyone.

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

to walk through that door.

ERIN: Forget what I said.

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

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

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

-I'm Paul Mathews. -Erin Walton.

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

Mathews. Now, where have I heard that before?

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

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

You'll have to excuse their behavior.

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

IKE: Is there anything we can do for you?

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

I seem to have run out of pipe tobacco.

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

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

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

Mathews! You bought the old Larson estate,

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

Yes, I am.

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

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

Why, there's a lumber lease available,

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

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

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

All of you.

Well, are you guys about ready to go?

Goodbye, again.

ALL: Bye.

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

What kind of tobacco was that, Ike?

Cadwaller 59. Why?

No reason.

(DOOR CLOSING)

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

I'm sure Erin can take care of herself.

Stay!

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

Then why are you yelling at spoons?

I'm not yelling, I'm growling.

What's the matter?

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

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

ELIZABETH: When you're finished with the silverware,

I got some math you can--

CINDY: Thanks a lot, Elizabeth.

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

Erin?

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

I think you should tell us about it.

I just met the most beautiful man in the world.

He's tall and handsome and gentle.

Slow down.

(ALL GIGGLING)

And his hair is the color of autumn leaves.

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

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

Are you sure he's real?

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

Good morning, Paul.

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

(HORSE NEIGHS)

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

Umm. I've got it.

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

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

Oh, that's no good.

Hmm.

I know. How's this?

(CLEARS THROAT)

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

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

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Oh, shut up.

(SIGHS)

-Hi. -Good morning.

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

Sure.

Erin Walton.

Number four in a family of seven,

works for J.D. Pickett, single.

And how do you know all that?

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

It's quiet up here.

Where are your friends?

In town. Taking the day off.

Well, I brought you a present.

Cadwaller 59, fresh from Charlottesville.

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

I had to go into Charlottesville this week anyway,

so it's no problem, really.

Thank you.

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

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

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

I like living up here. It's peaceful.

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

Nobody loses that way.

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

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

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

My Dad is with my Mom in Arizona.

She's sick and needs the desert sun.

Your family's lumber operation goes back three generations?

More than that.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, mine, too.

You're from a family of woodsmen?

I really do love these hills.

These woods.

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

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

Remembered for the trees I planted,

instead of the ones I cut down.

-Were you laughing at me? -No.

I guess, I'm just a little nervous.

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

Oh, I'm glad you did.

We can be foolish together if you like.

Corabeth.

Mr. Godsey.

Aren't you gonna say anything?

You look ridiculous. Tie those earflaps up.

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

-And I'm going. -Bon voyage.

And you're not gonna stop me, either.

(DOOR OPENING)

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

You all ready to go, Ike?

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

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

Not much. Just standard camping stuff.

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

and the long johns and the socks

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

Yeah, I get the picture.

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

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

I guess, I better get going.

Uh...

You take care of the store, huh?

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

Aren't you gonna say goodbye?

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

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

who is determined to make a jackass out of himself.

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

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

You and James Robert are taking

that ridiculous gadget out into the woods.

There's nothing ridiculous about this piece of equipment.

You're gonna walk around pointing at the ground

in the hopes of finding radioactive gold.

All you will find are bears and mosquitoes.

There is nothing radioactive south of the Arctic Ocean.

That just shows you don't know

because there's all sorts of uranium out there

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

And I'm gonna rig it and get rich.

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

and hopelessly lost.

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

Oh, Mr. Godsey, you forgot something.

A Geiger counter may lead you to riches,

but it can never open a can of lima beans.

Thanks.

(ERIN GIGGLING)

ERIN: Okay. Do it, jump.

ERIN: I'm exhausted.

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

Aren't you glad we did?

I mean, have you been any place

where you can see three counties from the same spot?

Nope.

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

Or with such beautiful hair.

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

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

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

(LAUGHS)

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

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

I'll probably be sorry in the morning.

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

You said, uh...

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

This is a cozy scene.

Where is everybody?

Mostly at church.

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

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

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

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

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

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

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

Afternoon...

Ben.

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

Whoa!

That's no way to treat a dinner guest.

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

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

(CHUCKLING) My compliments.

JASON: (CHUCKLES) We aim to please.

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

I wanna apologize for the other day, Ben.

I didn't mean to be arrogant with you.

Apology accepted.

Still doesn't mean I agree with you.

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

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

With inflation and shortages,

I'm cutting corners just to stay afloat now.

Maybe I'm old fashioned, Ben,

but I charge more because I only cut mature trees.

Sure it's expensive, but the forests

aren't destroyed in the process, either.

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

And your customers will be in Richmond,

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

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

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

Can't argue with success.

Northridge is one of the biggest operations in the state.

It's made Wesley Northridge a millionaire.

PAUL: Yeah.

He'll destroy himself

if he doesn't stop stripping away whole mountains.

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

(BEN AND CINDY CHUCKLES)

"I am no more lonely

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

"Or than Walden Pond itself."

Were you ever a student at Boatwright?

No. Why do you ask?

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

I have one of those faces.

People are always mistaking me for somebody else.

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

Coming right up.

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

-Goodbye. -ALL: Bye-bye.

(DOOR CLOSING)

I like him better when he's not jumping down

my throat about my own business.

Well, Erin likes him.

I like his ideas on conserving the forests.

Don't you start in on me.

Daddy and Grandpa would've paid a premium to buy

from someone who cares about these woods.

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

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

I'll help do the dishes.

(ALL LAUGHS)

Hey, what are you doing?

-What? -What are you doing?

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

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

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

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

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

Professional prospectors don't leave anything to chance.

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

Well, okay.

(METAL DETECTOR CRACKLING)

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

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

It's right around in here.

There! Dig there.

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

Well, at least we know this thing works.

It's a step in the right direction.

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

Yeah, I suppose we should.

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

According to my calculations,

camp should be right off in that direction.

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

So, exactly how long have we known each other?

Uh, let's see.

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

until now, that's, uh...

Six days, 14 hours and...

Twenty-six minutes and 55 seconds.

(LAUGHS)

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

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

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

Or bought me a chocolate malt.

Or called you on the telephone.

Or told me anything about yourself.

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

And that I've never felt like this before?

No, I wanna know about you,

where you come from, and who you are.

(CAR APPROACHING)

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

I'm glad you're here, Paul.

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

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

We care about this forest as much as you do.

And our reputations.

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

to keep the quality up.

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

We can work out the details in the morning.

Is this a contract?

On your terms and at your prices.

What changed your mind?

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

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

You won't be sorry, Ben.

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

It better.

I'll leave you two alone. Goodnight.

Good night, Ben.

I don't believe it!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

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

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

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

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

I hope not.

Erin, could we talk?

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

It's about Paul.

I know. Isn't he wonderful?

Listen, I don't wanna butt in.

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

Has he told you anything about his family?

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

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

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

(IKE GROANING)

(METAL DETECTOR CRACKLING)

Hey, Ike, listen to this!

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

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

You're kidding.

Let me listen.

Jim-Bob, I think you're right.

Let's get a sample, huh?

We gotta get this into Rockfish to the Assayers.

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

(laughs)

-Good morning. -John!

Another five minutes and you'd have missed us.

We've got important cutting to do today.

Yeah, Ben told me about the contract.

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

You recognize that?

(SIGHS)

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

Where'd you get this?

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

That's where I must've seen you.

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

(SIGHS)

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

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

IKE: Corabeth?

Corabeth, where are you?

-Good morning. -Corabeth, guess what?

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

Now remove all this gear from the premises.

And clean yourself up.

That is if you are intending to stay.

Corabeth!

Corabeth!

Corabeth, you listen to me!

Mr. Godsey, please.

I would rather not discuss our difficulties with the world.

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

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

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

Now, could we discuss your dirt collection later?

No! You hold on to this.

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

Here, put those over your ears.

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

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

Now, you listen.

(METAL DETECTOR CRACKLING)

There!

Whatever is in there, Corabeth, is radioactive.

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

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

That is what you wanted, isn't it?

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

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

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

Is something wrong?

Erin, I've fallen in love with you.

Is that all? You scared me.

Wait.

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

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

(PAUL SIGHS)

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

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

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

What do you mean?

Don't be afraid.

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

Yes. Uh-huh.

Alright.

Bye.

You're going with me?

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

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

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

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

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

I thought money was no object.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Are we having a fire sale?

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

What's the matter with what you have on?

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

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

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

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

What sort of man is Paul's father?

I don't know.

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

Where does he live?

I don't know that, either.

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

It scares me.

You only met him a week ago.

I keep thinking about Ashley.

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

It happens to the best of us.

I haven't heard from Jonesy in two weeks.

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

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

That's exactly what's going to happen,

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

Paul.

-Paul. -What?

Where are we?

This is all Northridge Lumber property.

As far as the eye can see.

It kind of makes Walton's Mountain look small.

How much further?

I live about a half an hour up the road.

I have butterflies in my stomach.

So do I.

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

Why should you be nervous?

That's a complicated question.

You'll find out soon enough.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Come in.

-Mr. Franklin? -Have a seat.

I'll be right with you.

The clerk outside told us to see you!

Confound these things!

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

If those magazines would stop publishing articles on

how to strike it rich in the atomic age

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

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

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

How much?

Now, what can I do for you folks?

I believe I have found uranium.

Mr. Godsey, is it?

The government has been over this land looking--

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

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

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

Well, you're gonna be a lot busier.

We are taxpaying, hardworking citizens.

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

(FRANKLIN COUGHING)

(HOARSELY) and do your job.

Corabeth, please.

(COUGHS) Come, Mr. Godsey.

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

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

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

Mr. Godsey, I am your wife.

I have a right to give you a hard time.

Public servants do not!

(COUGHING)

This is it.

What is this place?

Home.

This is where I grew up.

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

It's Northridge.

Paul Mathews Northridge.

-As in Northridge Lumber? -Yeah.

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

Just please don't hold that against me.

Come on.

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

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

Let me take your things, Miss Walton.

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

Oh, he's upstairs, Paul.

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

Roxie, what is that jalopy doing out front?

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

Erin, this my father, Wesley Northridge.

Dad, this is Erin Walton.

-How do you do? -Mr. Northridge.

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

It's nice to see you too, sir.

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

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

Dad, could we go into that later, please?

Of course.

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

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

-Is he always like that? -No.

Sometimes he's worse.

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

The thaw has certainly set in.

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

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

No, little lower. Little higher.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I analyzed your sample right after you left.

I must see your site immediately.

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

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

Corabeth, take care of the store.

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

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

ticks and fleas and dirt.

Mr. Godsey, we already have the wee beasties.

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

(IKE CHUCKLES)

Thank you, Roxie.

You've put on some weight, son.

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

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

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

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

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

I really didn't want to go to Yale.

I wanted to go to a forestry school.

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

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

instead of seeing some action.

Came outta the war in one piece, right?

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

I still feel that way.

I thought you came up here to talk business.

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

Someone very important to me.

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

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

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

Let me do it.

IKE: What is it?

FRANKLIN: Those are chemical storage vials.

S.A.C. Laboratory.

That stands for Southeast Advanced Chemicals.

The laboratory isn't too far from here.

What's this stuff doing out here?

They manufacture a number of chemicals,

including radium for watch dials.

You've located a sizeable quantity

of radioactive waste products.

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

only to discover waste products?

I warned that outfit about dumping waste material

without checking with us.

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

This is enough to set off a Geiger counter?

Any radiation will do it. Even a watch dial.

(SIGHS)

I wanna thank you two for finding this.

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

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

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

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

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

I'm sorry, Corabeth.

But finding this is truly a public service.

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

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

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

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

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

with your family's little mill.

Well, it's actually not that little.

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

and it's quite effective.

WESLEY: Really?

My father finds it hard to believe

that it's possible to cooperate with your competitors.

And my son thinks that I'm a despot

who rules my empire by means of intrigue and treachery.

I've never heard him say that.

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

In spite of his crazy ideas about conservation

that would ruin us?

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

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

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

Try to talk some sense to him.

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

Excuse me, could you pass the cream, please?

PAUL: I left Northridge and changed my name

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

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

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

Paul, could you please pass me the sugar?

(SLAMS BOTTLE)

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

unless you meet my terms.

I don't believe it!

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

We can do business together.

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

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

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

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

Now, wait a minute.

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

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

And you'll do it without me!

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

WESLEY: Miss Walton!

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

What did you say?

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

You're a domineering, insensitive, pompous man.

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

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

I came up here with the mistaken idea that

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

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

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

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

That is not true, Erin.

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

I'm going back to the mountain,

where people may have their differences,

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

Erin, wait a minute.

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

WESLEY: Miss Walton.

Wait a minute, will ya?

Erin, who won't listen now?

Thanks for lunch, Paul.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Coming.

Corabeth! Hi, come on in.

Listen, everyone, I bring important news!

James Robert and Mr. Godsey are heroes.

What're you talking about, Corabeth?

It says right here in the Charlottesville paper.

It was delivered while at church.

CORABETH: Now, listen.

"Jefferson County men serve community.

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

"James Robert Walton

"and Isaac Godsey of Walton's Mountain

"were instrumental in locating the illegal disposal

"of radioactive waste in the foothills above Rockfish.

"Their discovery could very well have prevented pollution

"of local streams

and harmful exposure to anyone finding the buried material."

Isn't that remarkable?

-That's great! -Terrific!

Mr. Godsey, I think with your civic mindedness,

you could run for public office.

And Jason, you could be his campaign manager.

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

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

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

You can always run for dog catcher, Ike.

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

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

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

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

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

(CAR APPROACHING)

I don't believe it.

What now?

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

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

Looks like Paul Mathews is no longer incognito.

JIM-BOB: Hi, come on in.

Hi, Paul.

This is the Walton family, Dad.

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

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

How do you do?

We handle your toothpicks at our mercantile.

I'm glad to hear that.

We even sell the splinters at Northridge.

(ALL LAUGHING)

PAUL: Erin.

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

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

WESLEY: But before you do that, young lady,

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

You mean you heard what I said?

I did, from the time you said,

"You talk loud and you talk too much."

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

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

until you came along.

I like you, Erin Walton.

And if this young idiot doesn't do something

to keep you from getting away gain,

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

Dad, I think I can handle this part myself.

Erin...

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

Oh.

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

But the rough beginning with Paul Northridge

hopefully indicated a smooth ending.

Only time would tell if their relationship would endure.

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

ERIN: Yes, Elizabeth.

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

ERIN: All those, Elizabeth.

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

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

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

Goodnight, Elizabeth.