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You could always change your image.

How?

I don't know. You could grow a moustache,

get some new clothes, maybe start wearing a little cologne.

(LAUGHS)

You could do something even stronger, Ike. Get Corabeth jealous.

- How do I do that? - Act interested in other women.

I was hoping I'd see you here tonight, Corabeth.

Au contraire, you were hoping that I would see you.

I hope you are completely satisfied.

Who was that?

She's my wife.

Oh, you're married?

As soon as I find suitable lodgings, I will send for my things.

What about the store? What about us?

We are being divorced, Mr. Godsey!

JOHN-BOY: There are events in our lives which would best be forgotten,

moments out of the past which have a peculiar way

of thrusting themselves into the present.

Ike Godsey had always been a man of integrity,

someone we could all count on.

But even Ike had skeletons hidden away in the closet,

and it was inevitable that Corabeth would come upon them sooner or later.

Corabeth!

Say something!

What have I done?

I simply want nothing further to do with you.

Where are you going?

As soon as I find suitable lodgings, I will send for my things.

What about the store? What about us?

We are being divorced, Mr. Godsey!

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Oh, I'll get it.

No, it's probably just Drew.

- Corabeth. - Is anything the matter?

I wonder if I could seclude myself here for a few days, Rose?

Well, I'm sure we can find room for you someplace.

I really would be most grateful.

Do you want to talk about it, Corabeth?

Mr. Godsey and I are terminating our marriage.

Divorce?

I wonder if I could lie down for just a little bit.

Oh, sure, you can use Mama and Daddy's room. I'll help you.

That's all right. I know the way.

I'd like to just be alone, if you don't mind.

I think Corabeth really means it.

Well, Corabeth and Ike have had spats before,

but they've never talked about divorce.

I hate that word.

I hope it's not as serious as it sounds.

Hey, Elizabeth. Are you ready?

If we hurry up, we can get a hot dog before the show.

I guess we'd better set another place at the table.

Hey, isn't that Corabeth's car?

Yeah, she's moving in with us. She's left Ike.

- No kidding? - I wish I were.

Hey, look, we've got company.

Hi, Dickie. What are you doing here?

Well, the Baldwin sisters asked me to look after her

while they were in Virginia Beach.

Hey, come on, get in the back. Come on. Come on! Come on.

Good girl. Stay there.

Do you think we'll ever get a divorce?

Is this a proposal?

No, I'm being serious.

No, not in a million years.

We've had our share of fights.

Yeah, sure, but everyone fights.

There's nothing wrong with it, just as long as you fight fair.

Now why don't you move a little closer?

(LAUGHING)

I shouldn't have let her go into the real estate business.

You know, she's making almost as much as I am?

She didn't marry you for your money, Ike.

(SOFT PIANO PLAYING)

Do I look old, drawn?

You look fine.

I don't know what's the matter with me. I don't smoke, I don't drink.

- Another beer? - Yeah, sure.

Oh, and put it on the tab. You can take it off what you owe me.

I guess I'm just not refined enough for her.

You know what I'd do if I were you?

Shoot her?

I'd try courting her again.

Take her someplace you've never taken her before.

She's been everywhere.

Richmond, Lynchburgh, Charlottesville, Rockfish.

Where else is there?

Think romantic, Ike.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Ike.

Hello, Mary Ellen.

- I'm looking for my wife. - Well, she's upstairs.

Could I talk with her, please?

I'll tell her you're here.

We're sorry about the trouble you two are having, Ike.

Yeah. I'm as nervous as a high school kid.

Try taking deep breaths.

Mary Ellen, you said I had a guest.

This is my husband.

- Corabeth, could we talk? - No.

Look, there's a concert in Charlottesville tomorrow night.

It's a Schumann piano concerto. I don't know which one it is, but...

Schumann only wrote one, Mr. Godsey.

Oh, well, then I guess it's Concerto Number One.

At any rate, I thought we could have a nice candlelight dinner,

and take in a concert, and maybe go for a little drive, huh?

You go for a nice little drive, Mr. Godsey, alone, down the road.

Corabeth, we've got to think about our daughter.

As soon as Aimee completes her course of studies at Doe Hill,

she will come and live with me.

Corabeth, you don't seem to understand...

Sorry, Ike.

Me, too.

I think it's time somebody had a little talk with Corabeth.

Are you going to do it or am I?

There's safety in numbers. Come on.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come in.

We thought maybe you could use some company.

Oh, thank you, Rose, but I'm just getting ready to retire

because I have to go to Charlottesville early in the morning

to look for an apartment.

We'd like to help, Corabeth.

Is there anything we can do?

Nothing.

Unless you can mend a broken heart.

Ike seemed pretty broken-hearted, too.

Mr. Godsey and I will never follow the same pathway again.

My, those words sound terribly final, Corabeth.

Well, he has driven me out of his life forever.

Would it be prying too much to ask why?

Adultery.

While I was waiting for Mr. Finlay to come and measure for the new mailboxes,

I was cleaning out a long-neglected area behind the mail counter

and I came across this letter.

"Most precious Ike,

"this last weekend was the most wonderful I can ever remember having.

"The roses are still as fresh and as red as they were the day you gave them to me.

"I can still feel your touch, your kiss, your closeness.

"I miss you already, and I want to see you again soon.

"Love, Pamela."

When was that letter written?

June, 1941.

- Have you asked Ike about it? - No, nor will I.

I remember exactly when it happened.

He was always going off to Richmond on some pretense or another.

Now I know that, in reality, he was showering another woman with roses.

I think you should talk to him about it.

At least give him a chance to explain himself.

I'll give him a chance, Rose, in court.

We took a sacred vow, and he has violated that.

It was over five years ago, Corabeth.

He lied to me, and he has kept it to himself all this time.

If I mentioned this letter to him, he would simply deny it.

And I don't think that I could endure any more deception.

You and Ike always seemed so perfect for each other.

I always thought so, too, Rose.

Oh, but please, I don't want this news disseminated out

into the general community until I have moved to some other part of the world.

Where's Corabeth?

She went apartment hunting in Charlottesville.

- Where's Elizabeth? - She's spending the day with Drew.

Boy, Corabeth sure got started early this morning, don't you think?

Oh, I don't think she slept a wink last night.

She was pacing the floor, up and down the stairs,

and out on the porch, and in the kitchen.

It's her own fault for walking out on Ike like that.

Why is it Corabeth's fault? Maybe Ike did something.

Ike came into the Dew Drop yesterday.

Corabeth said some pretty awful things to him before she left.

I think she's been acting stuck up. Ike deserves better.

Corabeth wouldn't have left Ike unless she had a good reason.

Yeah, she's got a great reason. Ike's just a storekeeper.

She wants a movie star.

Now, now, Jim-Bob, it takes two to tango, and it takes two to break it off.

When they got married, Corabeth agreed to

stick by Ike through thick and through thin.

You don't just give up on a marriage when you get tired of somebody.

Ben, Corabeth was not tired when she got here yesterday.

She was hurt and upset.

She's managed to get a lot of people upset along with her.

The whole county's been talking about it,

and they all seem to agree that it's Corabeth's fault.

Some of us think it's Ike's.

- Corabeth's. - Ike's.

ROSE: Now, now!

Come, now, we don't want to take sides.

Oh, don't we?

Hey, watch out. You're about to bite into an ant.

Hmm.

How come they never eat the crumbs off the kitchen floor,

but they always crawl around on my sandwiches?

Well, maybe they like the company.

Is that supposed to be a compliment?

Hey, you got another apple in there?

- Voilà. - Thank you.

You know, you sure have a funny way of telling me you like me.

- Well, what's so funny about it? - You never come right out and say it.

A girl likes to hear those things once in a while.

Yeah, well, so does a guy.

All right. Drew Cutler, I like you.

Well, I like you, too, Elizabeth Walton.

I like you a lot.

Yeah? Me, too. I like you a lot, that is.

You know, you really kiss nice.

So do you.

Hey, you know, we've got an anniversary coming up.

How do you want to celebrate it?

Well, you know, I was thinking maybe we ought to

spend it at the Baldwins' house.

You know, where we first fell in love.

I was thinking maybe we could get together with Skip and Lisa.

You know, make more of a party out of it.

You know, it's our night, just the two of us.

I think we ought to give in to what we've been feeling all along, don't you?

(HAMMERING)

Well, hi, Ike.

Oh, hi, Frank. What can I do for you?

Well, I'll take about five pounds of sugar. The missus is putting up some preserves.

Coming right up.

What's this I hear about that you threw Corabeth out on her ear?

Who told you that?

Well, you know how talk gets around.

I told Bernice it was probably Corabeth's fault.

Of course, Bernice said it was yours.

(CHUCKLING) Dang near busted up my marriage.

Uh... Frankly, I'd appreciate it if we didn't talk about it.

Oh, well, then, I'm sorry I said anything.

- Here's your sugar. - Oh.

- You want it on the bill? - Oh, yeah.

Any truth to the rumor that Corabeth beat you up before she left?

No!

Well, that's what Zuleika Dunbar's been saying.

Of course, Mike Thatcher said that Hank Calhoun's mother saw you

take a swipe at Corabeth with one of these weenie roasters you been selling.

You want anything else?

No, just wanted to let you know, though, that I'm on your side,

no matter what Mary Ann Ford's been saying.

What has Mary Ann Ford been saying?

Oh, that Corabeth caught you dipping into her inheritance.

Now, listen, if you need a character witness at the trial,

you just let me know, huh?

Oh, yeah, watch those weenie roasters, too, yeah? They're dangerous.

Put one right through my foot the other night at the church barbecue. Huh!

Well...

Mr. Bradley, I just want to get this over with, the sooner the better.

What kind of a waiting period?

(SIGHING) Well, I suppose one must endure what one must endure.

He can do what he likes. He can contest to his heart's content.

Could you hold on a moment, please? There's someone at the door.

(CORABETH SIGHS)

Good afternoon, Corabeth.

Mr. Godsey, please, I am on an important telephone call to an...

Corabeth...

I've got something for you.

Roses!

I think that's what the florist called them in Charlottesville.

Oh, Mr. Godsey, how could you?

Well, what's the matter with a man bringing his wife some roses?

Much more than you seem to realize. And, please, don't call me your wife.

There's another man.

Oh, Mr. Godsey, I hope I never see another man again, in this life or the next!

(SIGHS)

- Hey, Ike, got any more of this? - Oh, yeah, sure, Ben.

Right up there on the top shelf, right behind the tool chest there.

Great.

Ooh, Ike.

You've got enough of this stuff to keep the whole 7th Infantry high for a month.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Yeah, the Baldwins gave me a bottle every time my back went out.

But then I got married, and I haven't been able to put

the Recipe to its proper use since then.

I guess I'm a little out of practice.

Boy, your father and I, we used to play a lot of pool.

He used to come over and we'd rack them up...

Of course, that was before Corabeth.

And we'd play for hours and hours.

And Olivia, she'd get mad as a wet hen.

And then, she'd come by and drag him home.

That's when I knew that I was happy to be a single man.

You're starting to make me wonder if I should marry Toni.

Well, I think you ought to think about it a lot.

Hey, Ike, has Corabeth been back at all since she left?

No, but everybody else has.

Actually, business is better than ever.

I think everybody's been coming around here

to find out whether them stories they're hearing are true or not.

I've heard a lot of pretty wild rumors myself.

It's funny how people like to spread that kind of thing around.

Well, you know, truth is boring.

I mean, everybody thinks that Corabeth left because I'm a stuffed shirt.

Is that what she's been saying?

(CHUCKLING) Well, actually, I'm not a stuffed shirt. I'm a stuffed apron.

And frankly, I hate it.

You could always change your image.

How?

I don't know. You could grow a moustache.

Get some new clothes, maybe start wearing a little cologne.

(LAUGHS)

You could do something even stronger, Ike. Get Corabeth jealous.

- How do I do that? - Act interested in other women.

That's the oldest trick in the book, and it never works.

It backfires every time.

No, no, I think it's just right with Corabeth.

You know, she gets huffy when I look crosswise at a pretty girl.

That's my point.

I think it's be the best thing you can do.

Let her realize how much you mean to her.

You two are talking lunacy.

Mmm-mmm, we're talking good sense.

You're looking at Don Juan Godsey.

What's that?

It's sort of a message from Rose.

Oh! I didn't know you were out there.

Then who flashed the porch light?

Well, enough beating around the bush.

I think it's high time you went home, Drew, really.

Well, in that case, I'd better get going.

Hey, I told my parents I'd be spending next Friday night

over at Steve Prince's house.

Maybe you ought to think of something to tell your family,

so that we can be together at the Baldwin house.

The whole night?

Well, sure.

We don't need anyone turning porch lights on us on our anniversary,

or telling us we can't get just as close as we want to, okay?

I'll think about it.

Good night.

Well, I am off to Charlottesville.

After a week of searching, I am ready to conclude this deal.

- Don't forget about tonight. - Oh, this won't take long.

All I have to do is write out a check and the apartment is mine.

Maybe Ike will cough up the first month's rent.

Perhaps you can ask him for me, Jason.

- Why don't you lay off her, Jason? - What'd I say?

Every chance you get, you put in a little dig about how hard this is on Ike.

Well, she knows that. It's hard on her, too.

Hand me the sports page.

Good morning.

Drew and I have a date tonight. It's kind of an anniversary.

That's nice. I hope you have a good time.

We might be kind of late.

I imagine you will.

(SIGHS)

We might be real late.

Just as long as we know not to worry.

Well, there's nothing to worry about,

no matter how late we are.

Thanks for letting us know.

What on earth is that you've got on your face?

It's my moustache.

Well, it looks like a small bush. It could bear fruit.

Well, everybody seems to think I look pretty snazzy.

I did not come here to hear you praise the pleasures of a hairy face.

I have come for my checkbook.

I've found an apartment in Charlottesville.

Corabeth, why don't we go out for dinner tonight?

It'd give us a chance to talk things over.

We have nothing to discuss.

You name the restaurant. Only the finest.

I have already made plans.

I am escorting Mary Ellen and Erin to the Dew Drop.

I worry about the kind of men that they might come into association with there.

I shall return tomorrow and collect my half of this

hodgepodge.

Hello, Miss Fannie? This is Ike Godsey.

I'd like you to connect me with the Charlottesville Escort Service.

I don't care what kind of a reputation they have. Connect me!

You're all dressed up.

Drew and I have a date tonight.

Oh, Elizabeth, you're going to make me jealous.

I don't have one, that is unless you can count Mary Ellen and Corabeth.

You want to trade?

On your anniversary?

- Do you think Drew is good-looking? - Oh, I think that Drew is a doll.

It's just too bad he's not a couple years older.

Well, he's the first thing I think of when I wake up in the morning,

and he's the last thing I think of when I go to sleep at night.

I even dream about him.

Nothing wrong with that. You're in love.

Sometimes I think I'm too much in love.

That's a new one on me.

At the picnic,

kissing Drew,

lying on the blanket and looking up at the sky,

I didn't want it to end, ever.

Did you do anything else besides kiss?

No, but I wanted to.

I don't know.

Drew wants me to spend the night with him.

What did you say?

Well, he thinks I said yes.

(SIGHING) Elizabeth, you're playing with fire.

Do you have any idea what Mama and Daddy would think about this?

Well, they wouldn't allow it, I know that.

Ashley and I came pretty close one night and...

I thought it would be all right

because we were planning on getting married, anyway.

But six months later, I got a letter from him

saying that he'd found somebody else.

I never would have forgiven myself if I had let things go too far.

(SIGHING) I'm so confused.

You're the only person who can make the decision.

If you stay confused, Drew will try and make it for you.

(ERIN SIGHS)

Mama once told me that making love can be a wonderful experience,

but that it has to be with the right person,

someone you're planning on spending the rest of your life with.

(SQUEALING)

(LAUGHING)

(EXCLAIMS)

Ike Godsey, this is the nicest place!

You mean, you haven't been in here before?

Lordy, no.

Those stuffy old out-of-town businessmen I escort around Charlottesville...

Thank you.

Usually take me to someplace downright despicable,

like the Blue Oyster Cafe and Grill.

Ew! Never did like raw oysters.

(LAUGHING)

Me, neither. I like my food cooked.

Lead me to the beer, hon!

That I can drink raw, boiled, baked or steamed!

- Evening, Ike. - Jason, would you bring beer

- for the little lady and me? - Sure.

(CLEARING THROAT) Ain't you gonna introduce me to your friend, Ike?

Oh, of course. Nina Sue, this is Jason. Jason, Nina Sue.

Hey, haven't we met somewhere before?

No. I don't think so.

Come here, Ike, I want to talk to you.

Oh, sure. Would you excuse me a minute?

Don't you be too long.

I'm so parched, you could strike a match on my lips!

(LAUGHING)

(WHISPERING) Hey, how do I look?

Ike, are you crazy?

Why, what's the matter?

Corabeth is coming here tonight with Mary Ellen and Erin.

Mmm, now I would have never known that.

It's never gonna work.

Well, look, you told me that before.

But, Ben and I, we've been married a long time,

and we know how to handle women.

Where'd you find her?

Fannie Tatum introduced us.

The telephone operator?

(CHUCKLING) Listen, don't bother about that. Just get us the beer, huh?

You, I swear you'd fold with a fifth ace in your makeup.

What is taking her so long?

I don't know.

Corabeth!

CORABETH: Just a minute!

Night, everybody!

Don't be too late!

Wouldn't have done him any good if he'd heard you.

I know, but I have to keep up appearances.

- Hi, Drew. - Hello.

Elizabeth, Drew's here!

I'm ready, ladies.

ROSE: Bye-bye, dear.

MARY ELLEN: You look very nice, Corabeth.

- Thank you. - ERIN: What took you so long?

MARY ELLEN: Hi, Drew. You look very nice, too. You have a good time. Good night.

CORABETH: Bye-bye. ROSE: Bye, everybody!

I got this for you.

Well, with all these comings and goings, I think I'll just hide until they're over.

Thank you.

- Are you ready? - No, I'm not.

What do you mean? You look fine. Let's go.

I can't.

Elizabeth, what are you talking about?

What about all our plans? This is our anniversary.

Could we spend it here?

Elizabeth, come on now, I went through a lot of trouble

to make this night real special.

I'm sorry, Drew, I just can't go through with it.

What's wrong? Don't you love me anymore?

I didn't say that.

Yeah, well, actions speak louder than words.

Keep the carnation. Press it in a book.

(PLAYING UPBEAT MUSIC)

(NINA SUE SQUEALS)

(LAUGHING)

Let's get some more beer, huh?

(LAUGHING)

I really feel very uncomfortable here. I think we should go home.

Corabeth, it'll do you good to get out of the house for an evening.

Besides, I drove, and I'm not about to leave.

Talked me into staying.

Just so I can keep a watchful eye on you two.

No. You're going to enjoy yourself. Now, come on.

How many guesses do I get?

Um, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to go someplace else.

I don't understand why we should leave one roadhouse to go to another.

I think you were right, Corabeth. We should just go home.

That's precisely what I said in the first place.

Oh, my purse.

Chug-a-lug one, chug-a-lug two, chug-a-lug three, chug-a-lug four,

chug-a-lug five, chug-a-lug six... Oh, whee!

Hon, you are simply amazing! You must have a drainpipe for a throat.

Right there!

(BOTH LAUGHING UPROARIOUSLY)

Good evening, Mr. Godsey.

Oh, Corabeth!

It's always such a pleasure to see you, and in such sterling company, too.

Well, thank you!

You really are amazing, Ike.

You know, Mr. Godsey is the Lothario of Walton's Mountain.

Isn't that so?

Well, I... Oh, don't be modest!

I was hoping I'd see you here tonight, Corabeth.

Au contraire, you were hoping that I would see you.

I hope you are completely satisfied.

Who was that?

My wife.

Oh, you're married?

You... (GRUNTING)

(SIGHS)

You've got no idea what I'm going through, do you?

Hi, Corabeth.

Oh, Elizabeth, you gave me a start.

Sorry.

Well, not much of a night for sleeping, is it?

I don't think I'll ever sleep again.

Drew and I broke up tonight.

Well, the way I feel about men lately, it's all for the better.

I still love him.

It's just he wanted more from me than I can give him right now.

Do you know what I mean?

A perilous state of affairs.

I become more and more convinced that men are treacherous,

not to be trusted.

Well, a week ago, I wouldn't have believed you,

but now I'm beginning to.

Hey, what are you two doing up so late?

Us? What about you? Where have you been?

Well, I had a date.

Out corrupting some young innocent, no doubt.

Corabeth, I don't know what you're talking about.

Oh, James Robert, Elizabeth and I know all about you.

Those long, moonlit drives through back country roads,

whispering sweet nothings to the young girl in the seat beside you,

with a bottle of champagne awaiting the inevitable uncorking.

Champagne?

And just when she least expects it, you lean over and steal a kiss.

James Robert, like all men, you are a menace.

I don't know what came over her.

I thought it was pretty good.

She got everything right except the champagne.

(SIGHS)

Oh, good morning. Can I help you with something?

Oh, I can see, you must be one of the new deputies, huh?

I'm Deputy Sheriff David Bull. I'm looking for Isaac Godsey.

That's me.

You have been served. Good day.

Adultery?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(WHIMPERS)

(DOOR OPENING)

Your clothes are kind of wrinkled.

Yeah, I slept in them.

Did you get a good night's rest?

Yeah, sort of.

I didn't.

No, neither did I.

I'm really sorry about last night.

It's all right.

I should have said something a lot earlier.

Don't worry about it.

It's just, I didn't feel right about it.

Elizabeth, don't worry about it. There's no need to say any more.

Okay.

Well, I'd better get going home.

Wait, wait. Look, you know what?

I'm real glad you decided not to come over last night.

Spending the night together would have been a terrible mistake.

We're just not ready for that yet.

I was so nervous. Couldn't you tell?

I guess I was too nervous to notice.

You know, what we've got, it's real special and...

Well, I'm afraid if we had gone too far, well, we might have lost it.

Are we still friends?

No. No, we're a lot more than that.

"Defendant... Plaintiff... Adultery."

Adultery!

Corabeth, you are not gonna get away with this.

I have simply come back to collect what is rightfully mine.

I'm talking about these divorce papers.

That girl last night, she didn't mean anything to me.

Oh, Jason explained to me all about her.

Under the circumstances, it is the most foolish device possible

to win back my affections.

Then what do you mean by these?

There'll be ample time to discuss that later.

I suppose you've come back here for the rest of your things, huh?

- That's right. - Well, don't forget anything,

because if you do, you're liable to find it

right out there in the middle of the road.

Why, I refuse to listen to these threats.

And I want that perfume counter out of here,

and that real estate desk, and all those hats, out!

What hats are you referring to, please?

We have been sitting on a $200 inventory

of unsold hats for three years, and I'm sick of it.

It reminds me of all the money that we've lost

because of your harebrained schemes.

I refuse to be spoken to in this manner.

You better get used to it,

because I've been long overdue of giving you a taste of your own medicine.

I at last perceive your true identity.

You are petty, deceptive, mean...

Spineless, you forgot spineless.

Spineless, insensitive, bereft of good taste and judgment.

- A bumpkin. - That, too.

Well, this gives me a good idea of the real you.

You are not going to be able to charge me with adultery because of last night.

Oh, that creature last night had absolutely nothing to do with why I'm leaving you.

Oh, yeah, but you're using her as grounds for divorce.

Talk about petty, deceptive!

I am leaving you because of Pamela Morris.

Oh, good Lord.

I'm sorry, Corabeth.

I don't know what else to say.

How did you find out?

I found a letter behind the mail counter.

Oh, I have a trunk on the top shelf. Would you get it for me, please?

Sure.

Wow, feels like this thing is half-full already.

It's filled with memorabilia,

some of which I'll keep, some of which I'll throw away.

Corabeth, you know I never wanted to hurt you.

Can I help?

Oh, um, would you get me a wastepaper basket, please?

Okay.

You know, everything that's passed, it's over and done with.

Indeed it is.

What is this thing?

How very short your memory is, Mr. Godsey.

That's a rose which I wore in my hair on an occasion.

Oh, I remember, it was our anniversary, when we danced the tango.

Seems to me you wanted to leave me then, too.

I should have.

You can throw that away. I've had quite enough of roses.

I'd like to keep it, if you don't mind.

(LAUGHING)

Rice from our wedding.

Throw that away, too.

You know, I never could understand why you married me.

I used to try to think up excuses

why a woman like you would marry a man like me.

You're educated, beautiful, really elegant.

And I'm just a country storekeeper from a little town in Virginia.

Then it should be perfectly obvious to you why I'd want to marry you.

Pamela Morris made me realize you loved me.

I don't suppose you ever noticed that this jewel box has a false bottom?

This is the only letter from Pamela Morris that I ever intended to keep.

Mr. Godsey, I'm not interested in your tawdry affairs.

Mr. Godsey, this place is a shambles.

You're gonna listen to this letter whether you want to hear it or not,

for Aimee's sake.

"Dear Ike, you are a good and kind man,

"and I shall never forget the joy you brought into my life.

"If I have caused you any grief, I hope you will forgive me.

"Listening to you talk about your wife always reminded me

"of an artist at work on a portrait.

"The moment I met her, I knew why.

"I could tell, just by watching you together, that she loves you very much.

"Heaven only knows that you love her.

"I don't think I could ever come between you, even if I wanted to.

"I will always keep a special place in my heart for you.

"Love, Pamela."

You took me to meet her?

No, you took me.

It was that weekend that we went to Richmond to see that play, Pygmalion.

Oh, yes, now I remember.

You wanted to go to that little gallery that was around the corner from the hotel,

but I didn't want to go because I knew Pamela worked there.

At that time, I hadn't seen her in about six months.

Oh.

She's very beautiful.

Much prettier and younger than I am.

Not in my eyes.

Well, perhaps you can resume your relationship after I've gone.

I want you. I don't want her.

Mr. Godsey, you have deceived me.

I don't know that I can ever forgive you for that.

I would have forgiven you.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Were there any calls while I was gone, Mr. Godsey?

The phone never stopped ringing.

Oh, Ike...

JOHN-BOY: Corabeth forgave Ike for his indiscretion,

and new life was breathed into their marriage.

For months, Walton's Mountain buzzed with rumors

about the Godseys' near-divorce.

Only Mary Ellen and Rose knew the truth, and they kept the secret to themselves.

IKE: Corabeth, have you ever noticed how the roof creaks at night?

CORABETH: I don't believe I have.

IKE: I didn't start hearing it until after you left.

CORABETH: The water faucet at the Walton House drips incessantly.

I could hardly sleep.

IKE: It doesn't matter anymore, does it?

CORABETH: Good night, Ike.

IKE: Good night, Corabeth.

English -SDH