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In every town or village,

there used to be the hidden people

those who for one reason or another

are shut away from life...

or who for some strange reason

shut themselves away from the world.

My quest for a car in which to drive

back and forth to college...

was eventually to lead me

to two of those hidden people.

Well, Daddy, she's not exactly in mint condition...

but between you and me, we could probably fix her up good.

She needs a new paint job, some work on the upholstery.

How much is Buck asking?

I didn't talk money with him. I wanted to speak to you first.

Alright. Take this one over there,

we'll chop it up for firewood later.

Fix up this fence then we'll go see about it.

Alright.

-John-Boy, can a chicken talk? -I never heard one talk.

I heard that old Rhode Island Red hen

talk before when she was laying an egg.

-What did she say? -Ouch.

Good thing I knew the storm was coming

so I could cover up the buzz saw.

How'd you know it was coming, you feel it in your bones?

I heard it on the radio first, then I felt it in my bones.

I thought you're going to Buck's

to get yourself a new tin lizzie.

Daddy wants us to clean up this storm damage first.

I'll clean it up and cut it for firewood

with the help of the young'uns.

-You run along. -You reckon?

Daddy, Grandpa says he can do the work!

Jim-Bob, ah, Jason.

Calm down.

I just wish we'd left earlier. Might even be gone by now.

Only 8:30 in the morning. It was there last night, wasn't it?

Sure it was, but anything

could've happened since I saw it last.

I doubt if Buck Higgins is going to have to fight off buyers.

Just isn't that much money around.

Couldn't we go just a little faster?

We could, except I don't want to burn

out the motor this morning.

Mr. Higgins!

-Morning. -Howdy.

Howdy. How you doing, Buck?

Can't complain, John.

Get three squares a day and how many of us can make that claim?

-Storm do much damage out here? -Didn't she blow?

I thought it was gonna pick up the house

and land in Bascomb's Hollow.

Mr. Higgins, you still got her?

Sitting right where you left her. Key is in the ignition.

Great. Thank you.

-How's your daddy, John? -He's holding on.

How's everybody out here?

My little one's been down with the whooping cough.

If it isn't one thing, it's another.

What can I do for you, John?

My boy's got his heart set on that old Ford of yours.

You already got the truck. What do you need a car for, too?

Bus schedule to Westham's been changed.

He was telling me about going down there to that college.

If he's up by the crack of dawn, he can make it.

Thing is, the last bus back leaves about noon.

He's not out of classes yet.

Why don't you give him your truck, John, and retire?

I might just do that, Buck.

Yeah, $35 and she's all yours.

That's a reasonable price.

That much money will get you a whole year of cut lumber.

Lumber? How did we get on the subject of lumber, John?

I thought we'd make a bargain.

Let my boy have that car and

I'll supply you with all the lumber you need.

Afraid I can't do that.

Sounds like a fair deal to me.

Me, too. Some other time I'd probably jump at it.

But the only reason I'm trying to sell the car

at all is I'm hard up for the cash.

All I need now is a raccoon's tail.

John-Boy, I declare now that...

I'm real sorry.

We get here too late?

It's not that, son.

It's that Buck here needs money. We just don't have it.

If times weren't so hard....

Sure, I understand.

-You can leave her there. -Thanks, anyway.

Thanks, Buck.

Don't mention it, John.

Don't worry, son.

You'll get there whether I have to drive you coming and going.

I need some gas.

Hey, John-Boy. Hi, John.

Fill her up, Ike.

Boy, your ears must be burning.

I was thinking about you this minute.

-You still looking for a car? -Hopeless.

Why don't you let Ike Godsey take care of all your problems?

I think I found just the right flivver for you.

The problem isn't finding a car.

It's someone willing to barter for it.

Everybody seems to need cash.

You know Hyder Rudge?

I know where he lives, but that's about all.

He never gets off his place. Why does he need a car?

But he's got one. He and his wife

had one when they drove here.

What he doesn't have is a roof. He lost it in the storm.

I thought I was gonna lose mine.

I was up half the night with the rafters shaking.

-What about the car? -Yeah, the car.

When I drove by the Rudge place this morning...

I noticed that about half of his roof was laying out in the yard.

I thought I'd go in and check on him and the missus.

He wouldn't let me in

but he told me that he couldn't fix it himself...

and he asked me if I knew anybody who could.

You know how much he'd be willing to pay for it?

I don't know. Not much.

But I figured he hasn't driven that car since he's been here...

and he might just be willing to trade it

for something that he does need.

Wouldn't hurt to ask.

I begin to see angel wings sprouting on your back...

and a hint of a halo, coming up from behind your left ear.

I told him you'd probably drop by today.

I'll do it. Daddy, I've kept you away from the mill long enough.

You want to manage this yourself?

Yeah. I'll ride up the house with you

and then I'll go to Rudge's place, okay?

Mr. Rudge.

My name is John Walton.

I was down at Ike Godsey's store...

and he said you were looking around for somebody

to help fix up around here.

I got no money. He tell you that?

He said that you might be willing to make a trade.

Might be.

He said something about an old car you might

be willing to trade for the work.

He's wrong.

I got a good set of machinist's tools.

I'd be willing to part with that.

Thank you, but that won't help me out any.

I got a game leg...

and I can't manage myself.

Maybe I could throw in...

the Victrola.

I'm sorry, but a car is what I really need.

You take it or leave it.

Thank you. But I really can't afford to put

in the time unless I'm working for a car.

Good day to you.

Boy!

If I was willing to strike this bargain that you want...

you'd have to do a powerful lot more than just fixing my roof.

I'll do whatever has to be done.

You'll catch a chill out here.

Catch a worse one inside if you don't get that roof repaired.

-You're the Walton boy, right? -Yes, ma'am.

I was down at Godsey's store the other day. I saw you in there.

You gonna help out with the chores?

Like to if Mr. Rudge would trade the car you've

for the work I do.

Go in the house, Martha, I got more to say to this boy here.

-But, Hyder, you not going to-- -I'll talk to you later.

-Nice to have met you. -Thank you.

Can I see the car?

What for?

Mr. Rudge, I'll fix the roof for you,

I'll do any other chores you want done.

But I'd like to know what I'm working for.

When can you start?

-First thing in the morning. -I'll show you the car then.

I'd like to see it now.

If you're so feeble you can't use your feet...

I don't see how you can do all the work that needs doing here.

Mr. Rudge, I don't think you understand.

I'm going to be going off to college in the fall.

My family's got a truck but they need it.

There's no bus I can take.

If I've got to walk 28 miles back and forth to college

every day, I'll have no time to do any studying.

My education is very important to me.

You'll have to repair the roof, clean up this here yard...

fix all them windows and doors...

nail down all the loose floor boards in the house...

and chop me enough wood for the winter.

Alright.

That's a lot of work.

That's an unfair lot of work,

but I can't afford to worry about that.

May I see the car?

-Come along. -Thank you.

This is beautiful.

She's got a rumble seat.

-She is really beautiful. -Now you've seen it.

-How's the engine? -In perfect running order.

May I try her out?

You just have to take my word for it.

I'm taking your word that you can do my chores.

Okay. After a day's work, if you're satisfied I can do it...

I'll have to be satisfied with your engine.

-What age are you, boy? -Eighteen.

What are you going to do with your life?

I'm enrolled at the School of Journalism

at Boatwright University.

What does your Daddy think of that?

He's for it.

Be here early.

I'll be here at the crack of dawn if you want me to.

Afternoon, Mr. Rudge.

Look, Mama, it's a going-away present.

No, son. Not for going away. It's for coming home!

You two! What am I going to do with you?

Come on in now, have some birthday cake.

Absolutely beautiful. It's not new or anything...

but it's in amazing condition,

the way it's all waxed and polished.

You'd think it was a baby, the way he takes care of it.

He's a strange man.

Why do you say that?

I've been down at Ike's when Rudge has come in.

He asks for his mail right off the bat, he looks things over...

and then leaves without saying so much as fare thee well.

I saw her once. She's a sweet looking woman.

-She looks like a ghost now. -I'm scared.

He said she looks like a ghost. Didn't say she is one.

I'm still scared.

Seems if they were right-thinking people,

we'd see them in church.

Now hold your horses, everybody.

The Rudges have problems. They must, the way they're acting.

It's none of our business.

Absolutely right. I'm going to go down there and do my work...

and when it's all done, I'll drive it home.

Can't you drive it home tomorrow, so we can see it?

I can't even touch it until I put in a full day's work.

Reminds me, Mama, I got to be there at dawn.

Would you pack me up a lunch?

Ham and biscuits, and how about some vegetable soup in a jar?

Sounds good.

When I was your age and worked out

amongst strangers, they'd feed me.

Why, even over at Esther's,

they'd usually feed me something or other.

You ate too much.

I don't think they're that kind of people.

Ham and biscuits will be fine.

-We'll take your lunch to you. -see the car at the same time.

-We can all go. -And have lunch with you.

I don't think they like company.

Company or no company...

I think John ought to pay him a visit

and make sure everything's alright.

Everything's alright.

They're not the kind of people we're used to

It's going to work out just fine.

-Hyder. -Yes, Martha?

-Come on in now. -I'll be in directly.

It's getting late.

I'll be tired soon. I'll be along.

The Walton boy thinks you're going to let him have the car.

-That's what I told him. -I know...

but I don't believe you're going to be able to let it go.

Mr. Rudge.

We're having a lucky streak. I think most

of this wood's good enough to use again.

Fine. To tell you truth, I thought

I was going to have to make up

a whole new batch of shingles,

but I see that that's not the case.

I'm going to tie these shingles

up in batches of 20 with a length of rope

and I'll hitch that length of rope up on to the roof

and when the time comes to do the job, I'll save us time.

Do you always talk so much?

I just hope you'll be satisfied at this point

that I'll be able to do the job.

Glad to see you in such a fine mood today.

He doesn't mean any harm.

Yeah, I understand.

Some people just don't take

kindly to young folks, that's all.

It's not that.

-It doesn't matter much. -It's because of the car.

Mrs. Rudge...

I hope you understand I don't want

that car for any foolish reasons.

I know why you want it.

And even if I didn't...

you don't appear to be a boy

who goes in for too much foolishness.

No, I don't reckon I am.

John-Boy...

do you know anything about Hyder and me?

I don't think I know what you mean.

I think there is something you ought to understand.

I'd appreciate it if this went no further than the two of us

but I sense that you are a person

who will honor his promise.

I didn't make a promise.

I want you to promise me that you won't repeat

anything of what I am going to tell you.

Ma'am, honestly, I don't know if I can keep a promise like that.

Well, in that case I--

Standing around isn't my idea of working.

Nor mine.

I'm going to need a ladder.

There's one in the garage. Never mind, I'll get it for you.

-Let me help you. -Hyder, let him get the ladder!

Mr. Rudge, I happen to need a ladder, it's in your garage.

You can come along with me while I get it

and satisfy yourself that I am not going to steal my car.

It ain't yours yet.

Mr. Rudge, I have struck a bargain with you.

You have struck a bargain with me.

For me to hold up my bargain

I got to have the use of your ladder.

That's the only reason I want to get in.

You wait out here.

Thank you, sir. Thank you very much.

So the coach said, You've got good form there, Rudge.

"Why don't you come out for track?"

And I said, "I've got better things to do.

"My dad and me are driving to Norfolk to see a battleship."

I don't know what's going on down there.

She started to talk to me,

and then he walked up and she stopped.

But he did start the car, engine sounds

it ought to be in a Duesenberg.

Probably was. Maybe that's why he's acting so funny.

Maybe the car is made up of stolen parts.

Maybe there's a machine gun in the seat

left over from a bank robbery.

You children are letting your imaginations run away with you.

Erin and I have been thinking.

We don't want your car looking like every other car.

We think we ought to have a family project.

Designed to what?

Designed to design you a new-looking car.

We can paint it.

Red like a fire truck.

Then everybody will think you're the fire chief.

No, I think it ought to be something more collegy.

Like painting slogans on it.

23 skidoo, razzmatazz, that kind of stuff.

I don't think it's a very good idea

for me to make my first appearance

on campus too noticeable.

Maybe we ought to let him decide what he wants to do.

First, I want to have it.

Then I'd like to paint it a nice

dignified shade of tan, I think.

I saw a car with white fenders

and a black and white checkered body.

What did it looked like, a butterfly with wheels?

No, it looked like a newspaper with wheels.

John-Boy, could we paint the rumble seat a special color?

Why the rumble seat?

Because that's where I'm going to sit.

Can I be the first one to the ride in the new car?

Me, too.

All that fuss over an old car.

You'd think no one ever had one before.

No one ever did, in this family. That old truck doesn't count.

It does if you want to get somewhere.

I got to get somewhere right now. I got to get to bed.

Mr. Rudge is getting his money's worth

and my back's telling me to say goodnight.

It's time everybody got to bed. Upstairs.

Goodnight.

-Goodnight, Mama, Daddy. -Goodnight, son.

-Goodnight, everybody. -Goodnight, Grandma.

-Goodnight, honey. -Goodnight, Daddy.

Goodnight, Mary Ellen. I'll be up.

I think one of us ought to go and visit the Rudges.

Doesn't sound like they want anyone around.

I suppose so, but with John-Boy working over there

I think we ought to know more about those people.

I hope they won't take advantage of him.

Don't worry. He's going to be in all kinds of situations.

We are not going to be here to help. He's gonna have to learn.

-Got yourself a new roof. -The house feels cozier already.

-I thought you might be thirsty. -Thank you.

I purely love milk.

Never realized how much I loved it

till we lost our cow and had to do without.

I'd be glad to send your mom over some.

With a family that big, she must be lost without a cow.

Thank you, ma'am. But we got another one.

I walked past your house one night.

I was in some kind of a mood and felt like walking

so I kept going until there I was in front of your house.

It was around 9:00 and all the lights were on

I could hear all those

children's voices all over the house.

Well, there's enough of us. We make enough noise at bedtime.

I just stood there and listened till it all got quiet.

Then I came back here.

Martha!

Right away, Hyder. My husband needs me.

Thank you, ma'am.

Why don't you have your dinner with us?

Thank you, ma'am. I brought my own.

Ham, biscuits, and a jelly jar of soup.

I've been watching you through the window.

If you don't think Mr. Rudge would mind.

I can't tell you what a pleasure it would give both of us

to hear the sound of young person's

voice sharing our meal.

Thank you, I believe I will. Let me wash up first.

She always wanted to see herself as a blonde

but she was too afraid to try that goop on her own hair.

So she tried it out on Jim-Bob

and his hair turned the awfulest shade of pink you ever saw.

Mama made her memorize 10 Bible verses that very night.

I'm going on talking like a fool.

I haven't let you say a word.

What brought you up here to Walton's Mountain, anyway?

My leg's starting to bother me, Martha.

I think I'll go to my room.

Ma'am, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry. I really didn't.

I know you didn't, John-Boy.

There is one thing I'd like to know though.

How come he acts so peculiar about that car?

He'll have to tell you that.

Get out of that seat.

-Get out! -I'm sorry.

That car doesn't belong to you.

I was just sitting, wasn't going to drive.

You're to be working, not sitting

in what ain't yours, acting like it was.

I'm sorry.

Get out of here. Tend your business.

And he was right behind me.

He grabs me by the shoulder and yanks me right out of the car.

Car or no car, I don't want you going up there again.

-That man sounds dangerous. -He wasn't trying to hurt me.

How'd you handle it, son?

He started accusing me of not doing my work properly.

So I got back to it as quickly as I could.

Sounds like he's just using you

and doesn't intend to give that car at all.

That's a chance I've got to take.

No, We'll find another car.

The man may be a lunatic, for all we know.

He's not a lunatic. He's just a crotchety old man.

I've struck a bargain with him.

He has to live up to his end of it.

-Don't you reckon? -Sounds right to me.

What if he doesn't live up to his end of it?

I'll have to take it up with Sheriff Bridges.

Come in.

Hey, Jason. How are you?

Should I keep on reading or do you want something?

-Do you know Patti Ann Sommers? -Sure.

Cute.

I like her a lot.

Have you asked her out yet?

Last Sunday, I asked her if I could walk her home from church

and she went with Matt Nelson instead.

What? How could she turn you down for that creep?

I don't know. I think the reason is

because he's got a car, a roadster

and they go driving in it.

Up to Flea Rock where it's nice and quiet.

Yeah, that's the place.

Jason, if the only way to get Patti Ann Sommers on a date

is to have a car, that sure doesn't

say much for her character, does it?

I've thought about that

but I want to take her on a date anyway.

Up to Flea Rock where it's nice and quiet?

I figured if she knew I had a car maybe I'd stand a chance.

Jason, to tell you the truth

I don't know if I'll end up with this car.

But if I do, as soon as it's part of the family

it's yours for the asking. Don't worry about it.

-Thanks. -You're welcome.

-Goodnight. -Goodnight.

Thanks.

Good luck.

-Come in. -Hi, John-Boy.

I'll have to ask Mama and Daddy first.

Ask them what?

If you can learn to drive and use my car.

Are you some kind of witch or something?

A male witch is called a warlock. Yes, I am.

What do you think they'll say?

I reckon Mama wouldn't mind learning to drive herself.

Mama? She's too old.

She is not too old. You're just too young.

I'm old enough to learn to drive.

If they say you can, then I'll teach you.

You're too young to understand is what I mean.

-I don't understand. -Right. Goodnight.

Oh, no. Come in. Come in.

-Could we ask you something? -Yeah.

Can we be the first ones to ride in the rumble seat?

You're the first to ask. I don't see why not.

Promise?

The only person who hasn't asked for a ride is Grandma.

I doubt she'll want to ride in the rumble seat.

-Thanks. -Goodnight, you're welcome.

Close the door.

Gosh.

I'm asleep. Goodnight.

I'll talk to you in the morning. Night.

Grandma?

No, no, come in, come in.

It's nothing. It can wait.

No, no, I'm wide awake. I didn't know it was you.

I've always had a kind of a hankering....

I was wondering if....

Would you mind taking me for a ride in your new car?

-Sure. -In the rumble seat?

It's a date.

-That'll be just lovely. -Yes, it will.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

-Goodnight. -Watch out for the door.

-Sleep tight. -You, too.

Mr. Rudge, there's a lot of Waltons depending on that car.

-What are you two doing here? -We came to measure.

Measure what?

We're making you surprise seat covers.

But we need to know what size they should be.

I guess it won't be such a surprise anymore.

Of course they will. I think it's wonderful.

Thank you very much.

It'll only take a second.

We got the measuring tape, a pad and pencil to write it down.

Grandma said she'd help.

Listen, girls, I'm having a little problem here.

Mr. Rudge is acting awful peculiar about the car.

He's got it locked up in the garage.

Doesn't want me to look at it.

To tell you the truth,

I'm afraid to ask him for the garage keys.

-But it's yours, isn't it? -Sort of, yeah.

You've been working for weeks to earn it.

Yes, I have. And I'm gonna own it. I'm gonna finish today.

The material's all ready.

We even dyed it dark green like you wanted.

It's all set to be cut out, but we need to know the size.

He's sick in bed today.

Maybe Mrs. Rudge'll let me have the keys, okay?

I'm gonna go find out.

Come in.

Excuse me, ma'am.

-You finished those shutters? -Yes, ma'am.

-Two of my sisters are here. -I'd love to meet them.

They're right outside. But I've got a problem.

The children wanna surprise me.

They wanna make seat covers for the car.

They've come out here to measure.

I see.

I'm afraid to mention it to Mr. Rudge.

But I don't want to disappoint my sisters.

They've made a whole project out of this,

gone to a lot of trouble.

And you want me to ask Hyder for the keys to the garage?

-If you wouldn't mind. -No, I'll ask him.

You have every right to do whatever you like with that car.

-Thank you. -I'll be right back.

Is it okay?

She's asking him.

You just wait and see. You'll have the chiciest car in town.

-Chicest. Chic, chicer, chicest. -What do you know?

I made the same mistake once and Miss Hunter corrected me.

-What does she know? -You're sounding like her.

What's wrong with that?

Mrs. Rudge, I'd like you to meet

two of my sisters, Erin, Mary Ellen Walton.

-Hello. -Hi.

John-Boy, he's not in his room.

Where is it?

Mr. Rudge, what have you done with my car?

It's not yours. And it never will be.

I'm leaving now.

We have to wait, Martha.

You should be here, too.

Hyder, it's not like I'm leaving you

and this house for something else.

I've got nothing else.

But the way we've been living

is like having nothing 24 hours a day.

Things will be better now that that Walton boy won't be around.

He's the only sign of life

we've had in this house for three years.

You'll see, I know.

All that time we've spent waiting is going to end soon.

Poor Hyder.

We could never have the wonderful

life we had before, I know that

but somehow, between the two of us,

we could have saved something.

This way we got nothing.

We've got hope.

What did you do with the car?

I won't tell you.

The Walton boy is going to live whether he gets that car or not.

Hyder, if you could only let him have it.

He worked for it, he's earned it.

More important

you'd be giving yourself a real life, here with me.

And whatever time I got left.

I can't.

Then you're just gonna have to sit here and wait for nothing.

Alone.

Mrs. Rudge, are you sure you know what you're doing?

It's something I should have done a long time ago.

Where will you go?

I've got a sister in Lynchburg.

I feel so badly about all this.

If we'd known, we never would have let John-Boy get involved.

The first day I saw him

I felt like telling him to go on home,

he was never gonna get that car.

Then I got to thinking

maybe because he was so full of life, and so young

maybe Hyder would come to understand

what he was doing to himself.

And to me.

Mrs. Rudge. Daddy, this is Mrs. Rudge.

-How do? -How do you do?

John-Boy, I came by here to see you.

It's about time you got told the truth.

I can't say as I disagree with that.

Before we moved here

we had a son.

He was an only child

and we made him our whole life.

We worshipped that boy.

Adored him.

Loved him.

Where is he?

He's dead.

I'm sorry.

When he was only 20, he joined the Merchant Marines.

He had always been in love with the sea,

ran away once just to get there.

He was like you in many respects.

Curious and full of ideas.

What happened to him?

The ship he sailed on was sunk.

There was a collision at sea.

We were told there were no survivors.

Was the car his?

All this time, Hyder's been taking care of that car.

Polishing it, treating it like it was

some kind of living thing.

It was if it was some kind of magic for him.

As if somehow

that car was gonna bring back our boy.

Ma'am, I wish you'd told me this before.

I kept hoping that seeing you so anxious and so happy

to have the car

wanting to put it to such good use

that maybe Hyder could give it up.

You shouldn't be deprived of your future

because Hyder can't give up the past.

I feel awful funny taking that car now.

You go and get that car, boy.

If I'm right, Hyder probably drove it

down to that little glen just

the other side of Drusilla's pond.

He used to take it there sometimes to wash it,

and it's a place that he liked.

You earned it fair and square, son.

You have a bargain with Mr. Rudge.

If the car means so much to him....

If you could help him to face the truth,

maybe he could start living again.

Please.

Okay.

Thank you.

Good thing you brought that car here.

You'd be in a lot of trouble.

Mr. Rudge, I know about your son.

-I'm sorry. -I don't want your pity.

You've brought the car back...

and now you can go.

-His name was Hyde, wasn't it? -What do you care?

I care.

I'd like to know about him.

The color of his eyes

the color of his hair.

Books he read, sports he liked.

Blue.

Like his mother's.

Blue like sea water.

And his hair was the color of corn silk.

And he was a good runner.

Fast on his feet.

That way from the beginning.

His mother always running to keep up with him.

Full of mischief.

Never bad, you know

just getting into things the way kids do.

I remember, one time...

we bought him a pair of rubber boots when he was five.

He used to like to break the crust...

on a frozen puddle of water.

One day...

he picked up a chunk of ice...

and held it in front of his face.

It was like looking at him through water.

It gave me a chill...

seeing his face through that ice.

In high school, his track coach was always...

trying to get him to come out for the team...

on account of he was such a good runner.

He wouldn't do it.

He wanted to be home with us.

Once I took him down...

to see a battleship in Norfolk.

And when he was old enough...

he went back to the sea.

We took him up there in the car.

"Coming home car" he called it.

We showered so much love on that boy.

He was all we had.

God, now he's gone.

And he's never coming home again.

Martha, I need you home.

It hasn't been a home, Hyder.

Maybe now it can be one.

Alright.

-I'll drive you. -Thank you, Mrs. Walton.

Goodbye.

Mama, Daddy, John-Boy, look at us!

What a good job.

Look at that.

Children, can Grandma have the first ride in the rumble seat?

-But you promised. -But I promised her, too.

Would it be okay if you went second?

I know we can all sit in the rumble seat

if Elizabeth don't mind sitting on my lap.

-Sure. -Okay, let's go.

Don't step on me.

Don't sit on me, either.

-Take it easy. -Go on, be a girl again.

It's time to go.

Everybody on?

The Rudges remained hidden people to a certain extent.

Rarely involving themselves

in our lives or that of the community.

Perhaps they just didn't need us.

That, without the false dream, they were

finally able to find contentment...

in their lives together.

I'm getting to be a pretty good driver.

You're supposed to watch the road.

Not look around to see if G.W. Haines is watching you.

He sure did look surprised when I drove by.

Can't blame him. You headed straight for him.

Can I drive it again tomorrow? Alone?

You can't drive it alone till after I graduate.

-But that's four years from now. -I know. Goodnight, Mary Ellen.

-That's not fair. -I know. Goodnight, Mary Ellen.

Goodnight, Mama. Goodnight, Daddy.

-Goodnight, Mary Ellen. -Goodnight.