All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S08E01.EN.25fps

- I can't believe I'm home.
- Let's get you settled. Then I'll believe it.

[ALL LAUGH]

I got a call from the Army
this afternoon.

It seems that Tommy Satterfield
has gone AWOL.

I didn't know Tommy was old enough
to be in the Army.

There's only one place for him
up in the hills.

- I ain't going back, Mr. Walton.
- Stay right where you are, boy.

You can't hide out, Tom.
They'll come get you one day.

There's not much breathing room
in them prisons.

If anything happens to my boy,
John Walton...

...it'll be on your head.

Liv, I--

[SIGHS]

I was the one who drafted him.

I sent him off, or he'd be alive today.

I hate this draft-board job, Liv.

I can't stand playing God
to my neighbors' sons.

You're gonna be sorry
for the day you took my boy off to die.

- You and your local draft board.
- I know how you feel, Calvin.

Drinking isn't gonna do any good...

...and taking it out on me
isn't gonna bring Tommy back.

That depends on how I do it, I'd say.

I'm gonna make you a trade, Walton.

You'll be paying for the life of my son
with the life of one of your own.

You hear me?

JOHN-BOY:
It was one spring day during the war...

...that our mother came back to us.

And with her arrival, it seemed
that everything began to look brighter.

In Europe and North Africa,
the Allied forces were gaining strength...

...giving new hope
to those of us on the home front.

There were dark days still ahead...

...but for now it was peaceful
on the mountain...

...and my family rejoiced
in being together again.

[ALL CHEERING]

I'd forgotten how beautiful
you all are. Oh!

Welcome back, Mama.

Elizabeth. My, how you've grown.
What have you been feeding them?

[ALL LAUGH]

OLIVIA:
Jason. Jim-Bob, you're so thin.

- Erin, you're a young woman.
ERIN: Ha, ha.

Elizabeth, you too.

BEN: Mama, this is Cindy.
- Mrs. Walton.

[CINDY & OLIVIA CHUCKLE]

So pretty.

- I can't believe I'm home.
- Let's get you settled. Then I'll believe it.

ALL: Ha-ha-ha.
JOHN: Jim-Bob, get the bags.

ELIZABETH:
Wait till you see the living room.

- I hope you haven't changed everything.
JASON: Oh, no. We painted a little bit.

I was so anxious to get your mama home
that I was halfway here...

...before I realized we'd left the luggage
on Aunt Kate's lawn.

The longest part of the trip,
going back for them.

MARY ELLEN: Grandma's gonna be sorry
she went when she hears you're home.

She needs a vacation, knowing how well
you all behaved while I was gone.

Oh, Mama, here. It took a week to
save up ration points to get that roast.

- In that case, I'll have another piece.
- You eat up now. Keep your strength up.

Nothing wrong with my strength.
The doctor says I'm good as new.

ELIZABETH:
Somebody else is coming home.

- Aimee Godsey.
- That's good news.

Seems like she's been
at boarding school forever.

Elizabeth's been marking the days
off the calendar.

Boys don't understand about friends.
All they know how to do is pow.

- Pow?
- Pow. Ha-ha-ha.

JASON: You're gonna notice a lot
of changes on the mountain.

ERIN: Mama, it is almost impossible
to get stockings around here.

I'm down to my last pair.

What you ought to try and find
is a new spare tire.

ALL: Ha, ha.
BEN: There's a lot of new people here.

Zuleika's boarding house
is filled with defense workers.

Mostly women.
All the men are being drafted.

ERIN:
I hired Mary Ellen last month.

She is the official resident nurse
of the Pickett Defense Plant.

John Curtis hardly recognizes me
without my uniform on.

Aw. He's a sweet baby...

...and we all love him extra hard
when his mama's gone.

That'll be good experience for you,
Cindy, when you have your own baby.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

ELIZABETH:
I'll get it.

That'll be Corabeth coming over
to give us all the latest gossip.

- This is good.
JOHN: Yeah, it's very good.

- Elizabeth, is your daddy home?
ELIZABETH: Sure, come on in.

JASON:
You could use a little gossip, Jim-Bob.

- Oh, it's Ep. Well.
BEN: Hi, sheriff.

- Hey, it's good to see you home.
OLIVIA: It's good to be here, Ep.

- Pull up a seat, join the celebration.
- No, John, I can't stay.

Uh, and I apologize
for breaking in on you folks like this...

...but I tell you, I got a call
from the Army this afternoon.

It seems that Tommy Satterfield
has gone AWOL.

OLIVIA: I didn't know Tommy
was old enough to be in the Army.

JASON: They're drafting them at 18
these days, Mama.

JOHN: There's only one place for him
in the hills.

I just got back from there,
talked to his daddy.

He claims he hasn't set eyes on him.
I don't believe that for a minute.

But, John,
you were pretty close to that boy.

If you run across him, I wish
you'd tell him his outfit's shipping out...

...and if he isn't in Norfolk
by 6:00 tomorrow night, he's in trouble.

All right, Ep, I'll do that.
Thanks for coming by.

- I gotta go.
- All right.

Sorry to interrupt your homecoming.

- I'll see you folks.
- So long, Ep.

ALL: Bye, Ep.
EP: Bye.

That's a pretty serious offense,
going AWOL in wartime.

JIM-BOB: Mr. Satterfield didn't want
Tommy in the Army in the first place.

I guess I'll have to try to find that boy,
have a talk with him.

Good luck. They sure don't welcome
people nosing around up there.

John, I don't understand.
What has this got to do with you?

Liv, I'm the head of the draft board.
I drafted him.

It sure was nice
having you next to me last night.

I didn't hear you come out.

How could you,
the way you're standing here staring off?

I was thinking about
Tommy Satterfield.

How he's gonna sail across an ocean
to fight a war...

...and he's never even seen an ocean.

It's a wonder more of them
don't run away.

We sure are lucky
having Jason stationed nearby.

He's been coming home
most weekends, you know.

I wish John-Boy were as close.

At least the Army has him writing
about the war instead of fighting it.

Doesn't matter.
He's still in the thick of it.

I don't wanna think about it just now.

Aren't you two
ever gonna get over that?

Not if I can help it.

It's your mama's fault.
She can't keep her hands off me.

[OLIVIA & ELIZABETH CHUCKLE]

- Bye.
- You forget what you came down for?

Well, you weren't in your room.

I wanted to make sure
you were somewhere.

I was afraid I'd come home
and nobody would need me.

[OLIVIA CHUCKLES]

JASON: Hup, two, three, four.
Hup, two, three, four, hup.

Stay in step, Lapinsky.

Hup, two, three. To the rear, hup.

Two, three, four, hup.
Stay in step, men.

To the rear, hup.

By the left flank, hup.

[CAR APPROACHING]

JASON:
Stay in step there.

By the left flank, hup.

Detail, halt.

Right, ho.

You're daydreaming again, Lapinsky.
Snap out of it.

Sir, I'm sorry. I get mixed up.

- Don't you know right from left?
- It depends on what I'm doing already.

Like, I shake hands with my right...

...and I signal for a turn with my left,
like so.

I'm sorry, Harry.

But for the marching,
I forget which is which.

Let me see if we can give you something
to help you remember.

Put this in your right hand, Lapinsky.

- Your other right.
- Oh, yeah.

Walton! I wanna see you.

At ease, men.

Yes, sergeant?

BARNES: You'll never be a DI, Walton.
You're too soft on those dummies.

- It's not easy for them, sergeant.
- We know that, Walton.

That's why
they're in the awkward squad...

...while the rest of their outfit's
going on with basic.

They're getting better, I think.

We need good, tough drill instructors
around here, corporal.

Now, if you have any ideas
about making your third stripe...

...and staying on here at Camp Rockfish,
you better shape up.

- And get that goon squad shaped up too.
- I'm doing the best I can, sergeant.

BARNES: Well, maybe your best
just ain't good enough.

You gotta chew them out.

Blister their eardrums.
Blast the cobwebs out of their skulls.

- You get what I'm driving at?
- Yes, sergeant.

BARNES:
Then get going, Walton.

[ENGINE STARTS]

JASON:
All right, you dog-faced goof-offs...

...let's get with it!

Right face!

You notice anything, Lapinsky?

I dropped my rock.

[ALL LAUGH]

ERIN & MARY ELLEN: Morning, J.D.
- Good morning.

Oh, Erin, you're just the person
I'm looking for.

Looks like you found me, J.D.

PICKETT:
Harvey Jenkins has quit...

...gone off to California
to work at some airplane factory.

- He didn't give you any notice?
- Sure he did.

He sent me a telegram
on his way out of town last night.

What are we gonna do
for a new assistant manager?

I'm off to Charlottesville right now
to recruit a new man.

I may have to go all the way
to Richmond.

While I'm gone, Erin,
you keep an eye on things for me.

But, J.D., I hardly have time to keep
things up in the Personnel Department.

PICKETT:
Well, get Mary Ellen to help you.

Maybe that'll keep her out of trouble.

Last time I came back
from a business trip...

...she had all my lady workers
wearing slacks...

...looking like that Rosie the Riveter.

J.D., the workroom is drafty.

Letting the women wear slacks...

...has cut down
on your absenteeism by 20%.

Don't you confuse me with figures,
young lady.

Erin, I'm putting you in charge.
See you in a day or two.

Do you think we'll ever win the war
with J.D. on our side?

I doubt it.

[CAR APPROACHING]

[ENGINE STOPS]

- Morning.
- Calvin?

JOHN:
Calvin.

If you've come out here looking
for my boy, you're wasting your time.

I haven't got the power
to take him, Calvin.

- Then what you doing here?
- Just wanna talk with him.

I already told the sheriff, I ain't seen him
since that day you sent him away.

The Army doesn't take kindly
to deserters, Calvin.

He's gonna be in trouble
if he doesn't show up in Norfolk.

You had no right to make him go
in the first place.

I didn't wanna do it.
I was just following the law.

Well, we make our own way
around here, our own laws.

That war is thousands of miles away.

JOHN:
I know how you feel, Mrs. Satterfield.

There's no use him hiding.
He'll just be in trouble in the end.

You best get off my property, John.

JOHN: Tommy, I've come alone!
You can trust me!

- Now.
JOHN: Ah, Calvin, just take it easy.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

- I ain't going back, Mr. Walton.
- Stay right where you are, boy.

It's okay, Pa.

Mr. Walton, you took a powerful chance
coming up here.

Tom.

Army didn't put much weight on you.

It's no kind of life for me.

Too many rules
and not enough breathing room.

You can't hide out, Tom.

They'll come get you one day.

There's not much breathing room
in them prisons.

A feeling come over me.

If I get on that boat tomorrow...

...I ain't never gonna come back.

I know how you feel, son.

I felt the same way 25 years ago
when I was shipping out.

I had a wife and a son, and I thought
maybe I'd never see them again.

I wanted to run too.

Why didn't you?

Because I felt I owed something
to my country, my family...

...most especially to myself.

I knew if I didn't go...

...I'd never be able to look another man
straight in the eyes.

Mr. Walton,
you're getting the boy all mixed up.

You were one of the best men
in my logging crew, Tom.

Quick, smart, hard-working.

I had high hopes for you.

Thought you'd get out of these hills,
go to school...

...make something of your life.

All right, John, you said your piece.
You can go now.

JOHN: Tommy, you went through
basic training...

...with a lot of men.

They're all going.

None of them wanna fight this war,
but they're going.

The rest of your life, you're gonna think
about how you let those men down.

I won't tell anybody I saw you.

Mr. Walton, wait.

I'll go get my uniform
and you can give me a lift to the station.

Son...

...are you sure?

He's right, Ma. It can't be helped.

It's something I gotta do.

If anything happens to my boy,
John Walton...

...it'll be on your head.

Sure would be a good day
to go fishing.

- You got a favorite spot?
- Sure do.

A shady hole
down along Pickawillow Creek.

There's this big old catfish
who lives in the pondweed.

You could eat off him for a week.

I've been trying to catch him
every summer since I was 15.

[JOHN CHUCKLES]

Well, if he's that smart,
he'll still be there when you get back.

It ain't that I was running away,
Mr. Walton.

I ain't scared to fight if I have to.

It just seems like this war
has nothing to do with me.

Tommy, a lot of people felt that
when Hitler first got started.

What he was doing and saying
had nothing to do with them.

Until all of a sudden, it was too late.

It wouldn't be so bad
if I knew where I was going...

...but they won't even tell me that.

They can't tell you, son.

The Army's gotta
keep troop movements quiet.

Will you look in on my folks
while I'm gone?

Yes, I will.

I don't know
when I'll be seeing them again.

You're doing them right proud, son.

You're doing us all proud.

- You should be wearing gloves.
- I'd miss the feel of the dirt.

- Can I help you?
- You sure can. I'm weeding.

Not that I have anything against weeds.
Some of them are very pretty.

I just wanna keep them
on the other side of the fence.

The trouble is,
I don't think I can tell the difference...

...between the vegetables
and the weeds.

This is lettuce, those are beans.
Anything in between is an intruder.

You must like the garden.

You've spent a lot of time out here
since you've been back.

The newspapers are so full of war
and killing...

...I like to remind myself
that things still grow.

Grandpa used to say...

...you could almost hear
a garden breathe in the springtime.

I feel like that myself this morning.

Mrs. Walton?

"Mrs. Walton" sounds so formal.
Is it hard for you to call me Mama?

Well, it just seems like there's a lot
of people already calling you that.

Then call me Olivia.

How long was it before you knew
that you were expecting John-Boy?

About two years,
but everybody's different.

You're not worried already, are you?

- Well, Ben wants a baby very much.
- Do you?

I don't know anything about babies,
but I want what Ben wants.

The doctor says that I'm just fine,
but it just seems like it's taking so long.

You can't rush nature.
You and Ben are young and healthy.

You'll find out you're pregnant
when you least expect it.

Here, better take care
of that pretty young skin of yours.

BEN: How many more deliveries today?
- One more, late this afternoon.

You know, I sure feel funny
with those GIs around here.

You shouldn't. You're doing
the same kind of work they are, son.

I know, but maybe us
so-called essential workers...

...should get some kind of uniform.

Then we wouldn't be thought of
as slackers.

Now, look, the same draft board
that gave them 1-A...

...gave you a deferment.

I didn't have anything to do with it.
I didn't talk for you and I didn't vote.

Well, I know that, but when
I'm wearing civvies, people don't.

Would you stop worrying about it?
You're gonna be in uniform soon enough.

BEN: Cindy and I have been thinking,
uh, of starting our own family.

Oh, that's nice, Ben.

In times like these, men often do that.
I know I did.

The trouble is, it seems like it's taking
Cindy a lot of time to get pregnant.

JOHN: I wouldn't worry about it.
Just keep working at it.

Before you know it...

...we'll have another grandchild
running around here.

- And it'll be the first one named Walton.
- What do you mean, "it"?

You mean he'll be the first one
called Walton.

I'll drink to that.

What do you want me to do
with these cans of grease?

Just stick them over there
on that counter.

I still don't see how saving bacon grease
can help the war effort.

They use it to make explosives,
that's how.

Where are some tacks?
I'll help you put this up.

Yeah, right there.

- You alone here?
- Yeah.

Ike and Corabeth
went to pick up Aimee.

- Do you think she'll like this sign?
- Sure, why not?

It's not as good as a brass band,
but it'll do.

- Hey, here they are.
- Oh, help me clean off that counter.

Well, here we are, Aimee.

Welcome home.

Not the same sort of estate
that some of your friends...

...at Miss Holcomb's Finishing School
for Girls are accustomed to...

...but home nevertheless.

You see the sign Elizabeth made
for you?

How sweet.

Hi, Aimee.

ELIZABETH: Hi, Aimee.
- How wonderful to see you.

ELIZABETH:
Thought you'd never get here.

What do you think, Jim-Bob?
She's really grown up.

Jim-Bob. I thought you were Jason.

- You look so much older.
- Yeah, it has been a long time, hasn't it?

Let's get you settled in,
then you and Elizabeth can have a visit.

ELIZABETH: Everyone at school's
been asking about you.

Mama says I can have a slumber party
and invite all the girls.

I'd rather not, if you don't mind.

I've had enough of life in the dormitory
for a while.

Besides, I don't think I'd have much
in common with those girls anymore.

IKE:
Aimee, you're talking about your friends.

Why don't we get together, Elizabeth,
just the two of us?

- Um, how about a picnic?
AIMEE: Anytime.

[BOTH SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

Of course, Jim-Bob would be welcome
to come too, si vous vous voulez.

- What does that mean?
AIMEE: "If you like."

Yeah, I'll think about it.

- Elizabeth, you want a ride home?
ELIZABETH: Sure.

Okay, I'll gas up and meet you out front.
50 cents' worth, Ike.

IKE:
Okay. Thanks, Jim-Bob.

Elizabeth, thank you very much
for watching the store.

- Sure. Aimee's changed a lot.
- Yeah.

But she sure has learned
how to talk French.

She and Corabeth were jabbering
all the way home.

I couldn't understand
a word they said, ha, ha.

It was probably just girls' talk.

- Bye-bye, Ike.
- Uh, bye.

Well, all right, general.

Thank you. Goodbye, general.
And keep them flying.

Freddie, I hope that Air Corps shipment
goes out today.

MAN [OVER INTERCOM]:
Yes, ma'am, so do I.

- See that it does, Freddie.
MAN: Yes, ma'am.

[ERIN SIGHS]

If J.D. would spend less time
trying to find an assistant manager...

...and more time
tending the business...

...I wouldn't be stuck doing these things
he should be doing.

On the other hand, if he did it himself,
things would go a lot slower.

- I should ask for a raise.
- Don't ask for one, demand one.

Erin, here are some government forms
I haven't had a chance to take care of.

Look them over, will you?

Well, I hope this has our request
for more gasoline this week.

- We can't meet deadlines without it.
- Well, you can handle it, Erin.

You know how
to wrap those bureaucrats...

...right around your pretty little finger.

I'm meeting a man
in Charlottesville right now...

...who just might turn out
to be our new assistant manager.

Check with you later.

[ERIN SIGHS]

You shouldn't just ask for a raise.

You ought to be
the new assistant manager.

Oh, Mary Ellen,
J.D. would never hear of it.

I'm too young and I'm also a woman.

You know the whole operation.
You'd be crazy not to try for it.

- Are you serious?
- Oh, I give up on you, Erin.

You've been told you're pretty
for so long...

...that you've forgotten
you've got brains too.

[PHONE RINGING]

Your phone's ringing.

[PHONE CONTINUES RINGING]

JASON [SINGING]:
When shadows fall

And trees whisper day is ending

My thoughts are ever wending home

When crickets call

My heart is forever yearning

Once more to be returning home

Don't stop, please.

Come in, Lapinsky. Have a seat.

Thought all you guys
went to the post movie.

Well, I didn't wanna go with....

I was trying to write some letters.
Heard you singing here.

- Where are you from?
- Albany Park, Illinois.

Chicago's one of its suburbs. Ha, ha.

I guess you're wishing
you could be back there right now.

Where else?

All the guys are probably down
at Fat Irving's...

...checking out the girls and eating
the best hot dogs on the North Side.

It sounds great.

I guess I'm kind of lucky...

...being able to go home
on a weekend pass.

I just finished writing Mama
about you...

...how you kind of took it easy on us
and didn't holler like the other noncoms.

[JASON SIGHS]

Who else is back home
in Albany Park?

Oh, well, there's Papa.
He runs a deli and we live over it.

And my three sisters,
crazies like you wouldn't believe.

I might.
I got three sisters of my own at home.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

That song, Uncle Morris had a record
of it on his old Victrola.

He came to live with us
after Aunt Minnie died...

...and he played it all the time.

Took me back.

- You wanna finish it maybe?
- Sure, if you'll join in.

Why not? I sing in the shower.

[SINGING]
When the hills conceal the setting sun

[SINGING]
Hide the setting sun

Stars begin a-peeping one by one

Peeping one by one

Night covers all

And though fortune may forsake me

Sweet dreams will ever take me

Home

[DOOR OPENS AND BELL DINGS]

Hey, Ike, glad you're open.
Just had another draft-board meeting.

I've got some more greetings
for you to send out.

Yeah. Sure, be glad to, John.

Something the matter, Ike?

Oh, Corabeth, I didn't see you.

What's wrong?

IKE:
We got word late this evening.

The troopship carrying
Tommy Satterfield to England...

...was fired on
by a German submarine.

He was killed by a shell fragment.

Seemed like only yesterday
he was here asking for bubblegum.

[DOOR OPENS AND BELL DINGS]

You've been working on that clock
for a week.

What makes you think you're gonna fix it
in the middle of the night?

- What are you doing out of bed?
- Worrying, grieving. Same as you.

I think I've figured out what's wrong.
I just can't find the right tool.

We're in a war.

Our boys are gonna go on getting killed
till it's over.

Liv, that boy trusted me.

I sent him to his death.

There's no way you could know
that would happen.

You see, he said he had a feeling
about this thing.

He said he didn't wanna go.

If I hadn't gone to his house that day,
Tommy would still be alive.

He'd be out hunting possum.
He'd be....

He'd be sitting on his front porch
listening to the bullfrogs.

He'd most probably be in jail...

...and you'd be blaming yourself
for that too.

Liv, I--

[SIGHS]

I was the one who drafted him.

I sent him off, or he'd be alive today.

I hate this draft-board job, Liv.

I can't stand playing God
to my neighbors' sons.

Let's go to bed.

We'll pay our respects to the Satterfields
in the morning.

[ENGINE STOPS]

- You heard about Tommy, Mr. Walton?
JOHN: Yes, we did.

I'm truly sorry.
I wish I could have gone in his place.

I mean that.

OLIVIA:
I baked this morning.

I thought some fresh bread
might taste good to you.

This here's my married daughter,
Pearl.

She come over from Hickory Ridge
soon as she got the news.

It's a help to have loved ones near you
at a time like this.

Ma's gonna miss Tommy
something fierce.

Tommy never even got to fight
in the war.

He died before he got there.

It seems like such an awful waste.

I know it's small comfort...

...but at least Tommy
never had to take another life.

So many of our boys are coming home
scarred in ways we can't even see.

Oh, I wouldn't care how he came back,
Mrs. Walton.

Can I get you folks something?
A glass of cider?

JOHN:
Some other time, Pearl.

You ever come after my Joe,
Mr. Walton...

...I'm gonna hide him
so deep in the woods...

...a hound dog couldn't find him.

Calvin around?

I ain't seen him since early morning.

He took the news hard.

I'd like to have a talk with him.

You'll have to come back, then.

Sometimes he goes off
two, three days at a time.

Would it help to have us stay
and keep you company for a while?

No need.

Pearl will stay long as I need her.

She's a good girl.

I wish there was something
we could say...

...something we could do.

There ain't nothing.

The Lord giveth and he taketh away.

I just hope you never have to find out
what the taking away is like.

[SOBBING]

Boy, every time I read this newspaper,
I wish I studied geography a little more.

Where the heck is Tunisia?

I don't know. Today I don't care.
Aimee and I are gonna go on our picnic.

- Tunisia is someplace in Africa.
- Yeah, that I know.

There's a whale of a battle going on
right now.

Wow, marshmallows. Hot dogs.
Where'd you get this stuff?

They're fringe benefits.
You forget, sometimes I work for Ike.

I also remember Aimee invited me
on this picnic too.

ELIZABETH:
She was just being polite.

Besides, we wanna be by ourselves.
We got a lot to catch up on.

I'll be happy to leave you alone
after we're done roasting marshmallows.

What are you talking about, Jim-Bob,
tagging along with all these little girls?

Well, Aimee's not so little anymore.

Besides, Tanya started going out
with soldiers from Camp Rockfish...

...so I thought I'd get myself
a younger woman.

You and Errol Flynn, huh?

If you're gonna force yourself upon us,
you might as well carry that.

- With pleasure.
BEN: Bye.

Hi, Cindy. How you doing?

None of your business.

What's the matter?

I'm just getting tired of people
wondering whether or not I'm pregnant.

Jim-Bob only wanted to know
how you're feeling.

Well, it isn't just family anymore.
Now it's friends.

You know what Ike said to me?

He wondered
when we would be getting ready...

...for a little stranger.

[BEN CHUCKLES]

I could throw up,
only he'd think it was a symptom.

Well, Ike didn't mean anything by it.

Cindy, people around here,
they care for each other.

They wanna share things...

...like, um, marriage or having a child.

They expect to share it.

If it makes you feel uncomfortable,
I'll talk to Ike and tell him to lay off.

Well, I might not resent it
so much if....

[CINDY SIGHS]

Ben, I want so much to have your baby,
but what if it doesn't happen?

Then I'll have you all to myself.

Stupid J.D. I have to do everything.

I have to run
the Personnel Department.

I have to make sure
the machinery's running...

...get the shipments out on time,
listen to everybody's gripes...

...cut government red tape.

I end up doing everything
and I don't even get a raise!

[SIGHS]

Well, that felt good.

It's all right, ladies.
Erin's filing system is efficient, if noisy.

- Feel better?
ERIN: You bet.

Well, then march right
into J.D.'s office...

...and tell him you want that job
and a big raise.

- I wouldn't know what to say.
- I just said it.

- J.D., I want that job and a raise.
MARY ELLEN: A big raise.

J.D., I want that job and a big raise.

- Erin--
- Stronger.

ERIN:
J.D., I want that job and a big raise!

Do you hear me?

They heard you all over Rockfish, Erin.
Of course I heard you.

Well?

- What job?
- Assistant manager.

You? Assistant manager? Heh.
My right-hand man? Heh, heh.

MARY ELLEN:
Come on, J.D., she's doing the job now.

And I appreciate it.

But it's only temporary
till I find the right man.

ERIN:
J.D., how can you say that?

I've been finding the right women
for this plant for months now.

- That's why you've stayed in business.
- But you're not like them, Erin.

You're too young and pretty
to take on that much responsibility.

It's not her looks and her age...

...that have anything to do
with running this tin-plated plant.

It's her ability.

You don't have to insult Pickett Metal,
Mary Ellen.

We've got enough bossy women
around here as it is.

Now, I will consider a raise
for you, Erin...

...but you taking that job
is out of the question.

Oh, yes, file these, will you?

[ERIN SIGHS]

Mr. Godsey,
I want you to listen to this.

"Dear diary, I have found that life
back here at home...

...will not be as dreary as I had feared.

Though Elizabeth seems rather young
and quaint now...

...her brother Jim-Bob has grown
into a handsome and sexy young man."

Jim-Bob? Sexy?

- You're not reading Aimee's diary?
- Oh, it's quite all right.

Aimee has gone to a picnic
with Elizabeth and Jim-Bob.

But that's supposed to be private.
For her eyes only.

I know.

Uh, what else does she say?

Well, she is obviously very interested
in Jim-Bob.

But Jim-Bob's gotta be 3 years older
than she is.

Oh, girls develop so much quicker
than boys.

I'm sure that Aimee's IQ
and social graces...

...are far more advanced
than Jim-Bob's.

I wish she'd use her charms...

...on the customers
that come into the store.

Now, Mr. Godsey, ahem...

...let us not undo a whole year's training
in the social graces...

...by exposing her to these clods
in this backwater community.

Well, it's those clods
that make it possible...

...for her to go away
to a private school.

Please, Mr. Godsey, do not remind her
that she is of the mercantile class.

Now, I myself may have to live out a life
of drudgery in the business world...

...but my daughter
is going to rise above it.

She will have every opportunity
to experience everything in life...

...that an educated young lady should.

Like reading other people's diaries?

Well, I wouldn't expect you
to understand.

I'm doing this for her own good.

One can't be too careful
in guiding a young girl into womanhood.

- How else would I know her thoughts?
- You could ask her, Corabeth.

And embarrass us both? Really.

Look out.

I hope everyone's had
enough marshmallows.

It was a feast, Elizabeth.

I cried for madder music
And for stronger wine

But when the feast is finished
And the lamps expire

Then falls thy shadow, Cynara!
The night is thine

- Who's Cynara?
- She was the poet's mistress.

He had a lot of affairs,
but he always came back to her.

- What do they teach you in that school?
AIMEE: The classics, mostly. Etiquette.

How to behave
when a boy asks you out for a date.

Well, it might come in handy
in a couple years.

[AIMEE CHUCKLES]

I've saved all your letters.

I've saved all yours, too...

...along with the ones I got
from Lieutenant Channon.

You got letters from a lieutenant?

There was a military school
on the other side of the river.

Lieutenant Channon
was one of the students.

We met at a dance, and afterwards...

...he used to leave letters for me
under a board on the footbridge.

- Was he cute?
- He sort of looked like Jim-Bob.

My friends said he was too old
for me...

...but I've always believed
that age isn't important...

...when two people are drawn
to each other.

Let's go wading.

- Hey, what are you doing?
- Red ant. I didn't want it to bite you.

[AIMEE GIGGLING AND SHRIEKING]

Doesn't anybody wanna go wading?

[AIMEE LAUGHING]

JIM-BOB:
Oh, yeah? Red ant, huh?

[AIMEE LAUGHING]

This old table always looks better
with lots of places set around it.

I've always envied big families.

That's good,
considering where you've ended up.

[CINDY CHUCKLES]

- When did Jason call?
- He didn't.

But we're setting a place for him.

Just call it woman's intuition.
Or maybe mother's wishful thinking.

Besides, it saves on the phone bills.

[DOG BARKING]

Looks like it still works.

[CINDY CHUCKLES]

Hi, Mama.

Sure makes a difference knowing
you're here when I'm coming home.

I know you're close by,
but you seem so far away.

- How's it going?
- Oh, okay, I reckon.

You gonna get to stay on
at Camp Rockfish?

I hope so.

I'm still not very good
at doing things the Army way.

You gotta be real tough
to get a bunch of recruits through basic.

I know. I raised a family, remember?

Shut up, shape up or ship out.
You hear me?

Yes, sir.

[JIM-BOB LAUGHS]

That's all there is to it.
Now, why don't you try it, Jason?

Oh, come on, Ben.
I get enough of this all week.

You wanna be a sergeant or what?

- Yeah, come on.
- Come on.

All right. All right.

[JIM-BOB CHUCKLES]

It's not that hard.

JASON:
Detail.

Atten-hut!

Right face!

What's the matter, Lapinsky?
You got a right hand and a left hand.

- Don't you know the difference?
- Lapinsky?

You gotta know the difference between
right and left in this man's army.

Now get with it.

And wipe that silly grin
off your silly face.

Hey.

BEN: You're never gonna make it.
JASON: You'll wrinkle my uniform!

BEN: Oh, yeah?
All right, you're never gonna make it.

JASON:
You guys are going to the brig! Aah!

ELIZABETH: If they wanted
to get rid of me, they'd say:

"Let's play Blind Man's Bluff,"
tie a handkerchief around my eyes...

...spin me around, and they'd run off.
I mean, off. They'd just ditch me.

Big brothers
can sure be mean sometimes.

It wasn't big brothers.
It was Mary Ellen and Erin.

[ALL LAUGHING]

It's nice, us being together like this.

- Most everyone, anyway.
OLIVIA: Hmm.

I wonder what John-Boy's doing
tonight.

He's probably wondering
what we're doing.

CALVIN [FROM OUTSIDE]:
John Walton, I wanna see you!

It's Calvin Satterfield, Walton!
Are you coming out?

Calvin sounds like he's had a lot
of mountain dew.

- You be careful, John.
JOHN: Don't worry.

Here I am, Calvin.
What can I do for you?

CALVIN:
Stay right where you are.

You can hear what I gotta say
right from there.

I'm real sorry
to hear about Tommy, Calvin.

It tears me up for sure.

It's gonna hurt you even more.

You're gonna be sorry
for the day you took my boy off to die...

...you and your local draft board.

JOHN: I know how you feel, Calvin,
but drinking isn't gonna take it away...

...and it won't bring Tommy back
to take it out on me.

CALVIN:
That depends on how I do it, I'd say.

I'm gonna make you a trade, Walton.

You'll be paying for the life of my son
with the life of one of your own.

You hear me?

- Calvin, you're drunk.
CALVIN: Stay where you are.

There won't be no changing me.

Not when it comes to an eye for an eye
and a son for a son, you hear?

[GUNSHOT]

MARY ELLEN: Daddy!
JASON: Stay down!

[ENGLISH - US - SDH]