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Ain't nothing more you can do here, Miss Willard.

Sissie, I'm going for my things.

Job, wait.

Sissie is just a little girl.

You can't marry a child. It's against the law.

What law?

- (SCOFFS) The law. - Your law.

MARY ELLEN: Why don't you get all your things that you want to keep?

You're coming with me.

I can't do that.

You have a right to choose your own life,

when you're old enough to know what you want.

Keep quiet and start driving.

(DOG BARKING)

Job, if you'd only listen to me, I could help you.

Too late.

No, it's not! I can talk to them.

Tell them that you didn't harm me, that you helped me when I was hurt.

Ain't nobody gonna listen.

Yes, they will.

JOHN-BOY: The post-war years brought great social change and progress

to our community.

But for the hill folk living above us on the mountain,

it was as though time had passed them by.

They held on rigidly to their old ways and customs,

even if it meant breaking the law.

What are you doing outside? You're going to catch your death of cold.

(WEAKLY) I just wanted to see the sky for the last time.

Grandpa's dying. His chest pain's come back.

Why didn't you send for me?

Wouldn't have changed nothing.

We've got to get him to a hospital.

No. I been born here. I'm gonna die here.

Sissie?

You been a brave, good girl, honey.

Don't you never forget that your grandfather loved you.

I won't, never.

Don't worry, Rance. We'll find Sissie a good home.

No. You leave her be.

I done give her house and her to Job.

She got her home and her man.

She'll be all right.

Don't you think Sissie's a little young to be getting married?

It ain't as though we're asking your permission.

I got your word, Job.

You got my word, old man.

(SISSIE SOBBING)

He's better off now, Sissie. I'll fetch the shovel.

Octavia, how wonderful to have you here.

(WOMEN CHUCKLING)

MISS EMILY: Octavia, we're so excited!

Absolutely! And such a marvelous trip with this lovely young man here.

And he tells me he's a writer, too! Did you girls know I'm writing a book?

It's a cookbook. I'm calling it Octavia's Oven Adventures.

I think a title is so important, don't you?

Oh, yes, ma'am. It's critical.

Octavia, I do want you to meet our very dear friends, Ike and Corabeth Godsey.

Corabeth! You know, I was just saying to myself,

"Who is that handsome woman over there?"

This is your stalwart mate.

Now, you must all come over just as soon as I get the house fixed up.

Oh.

Octavia is a true genius at fixing things.

Papa used to call her Little Miss Fix-It when we were children.

Oh, Sister, tell them about the time

that Octavia repaired the lightning rods on Cousin Braithwaite's house.

You remember, the big one, just before it burned down?

I just love doing. I never travel without my tools.

And it's been such a long time since I've had my hands on a real house.

Oh, well, then, am I to understand that you have been traveling for some little time?

OCTAVIA: Oh, dear me, no.

My time has been spent, uh, vacationing, you might say,

sort of a guest of the government.

Cousin Octavia has been a legal secretary

with the Treasury Department in Washington, D.C., don't you know?

She performed the most difficult type of work.

Many the bootlegger is languishing in jail because of her efforts.

Then my health failed me, and they sent me to this marvelous farm to recover.

Well, we really must be going along.

Ike and Corabeth, we want you to come to dinner while Octavia's here.

Oh, thank you so much.

Oh, here, let me help you with the bags.

I'm glad I got here in time.

You know, I believe that old house is a death trap.

And those poor dears can't do what I can. I'll have them fixed up in a jiffy.

Well, you know, I have always been worried

about Miss Emily and Miss Mamie in that decrepit old house.

Perhaps Cousin Octavia's visit is most fortuitous.

As long as their lightning rod doesn't need fixing.

(CORABETH LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Ain't nothing more you can do here, Miss Willard.

Sissie, I'm going for my things.

Job, wait.

(SIGHS) Sissie is just a little girl.

You can't marry a child. It's against the law.

What law?

- The law. - Your law.

It's all the same.

Nope. Ain't but one law up here, God's law.

You heard that old man? We honor a man's last wishes.

Now, I gave my word to take care of Sissie, and that's what I'm fixing to do.

Sissie, you tidy up the place.

I'll be back straightaway and we'll go find us a preacher.

Sissie, why don't you get all your things that you want to keep?

You're coming with me.

I can't do that.

You have a right to choose your own life,

when you're old enough to know what you want.

But Job don't want me to go.

Don't worry about Job.

As County Nurse, I can't leave a minor without a legal guardian.

- You hurry up and get your things. - Yes, ma'am.

(OCTAVIA VIGOROUSLY SINGING LISTEN TO THE MOCKINGBIRD)

Oh, my, I don't know when I've enjoyed a more delicious dinner.

Nor I.

Such a treat not to have to do the dishes.

(SINGING) Listen to the mockingbird still singing...

Oh, if the weather's good tomorrow, I think we ought to plan to go bird watching.

I think the fresh air would do us all good. Now, girls, where are the wills?

Oh, I have them right here.

Ah-ha! We must go over all of these details if I'm to make myself useful around here.

(MISS EMILY SIGHS)

It's such a relief to have an expert examine them,

someone we can really trust.

We wrote them right after Papa died and we haven't looked at them since.

Well, my dears, wills should be kept up to date.

Circumstances change all the time.

Oh, my dear, you are so right.

Actually, I don't think anything much has changed around here since Papa died.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, things change when you least expect them to.

You never know, Cousin, you never know.

How true.

These are in better shape than I expected.

There's just one thing.

MISS EMILY: Yes? MISS MAMIE: Yes?

It's not for me to say.

Oh, no. Please tell us.

Oh, yes, do.

Well, these are in apple pie order, except for the executor.

Oh, I shouldn't think Judge Porteus would have put anything unethical in our wills.

Well, it's simply ridiculous for you to pay a bank officer to handle your estates

when I could do the same thing myself.

And I wouldn't think of taking your money for it.

Oh, Octavia, how reassuring to have you here.

Yes, it makes me feel someone really cares what happens to us.

How do you like it down off the mountain, Sissie?

It's nice enough.

I ain't never seen a house as grand as this before.

ELIZABETH: I never really thought of it as grand.

And you all been real nice to me, especially for rich folks.

JIM-BOB: Never really thought of us as rich before, either.

Mmm. That was good.

Sissie, why don't I take you upstairs and show you where you're gonna sleep?

SISSIE: Night. BEN: Good night.

- Good night. - JIM-BOB: Good night.

What are we going to do about her?

Tomorrow morning, I'm going to take her to the Welfare Office in Charlottesville.

They can find her a family to stay with while they hunt for a good foster home.

Why don't we keep her here in the meantime?

I don't think that's such a good idea.

With Rose on her honeymoon and all of us working, everything's falling on Cindy.

I don't think that's fair.

That's all right. Sissie knows how to do housework. She can help me.

It's not only that.

I'm not sure what Job might do when he finds out I've taken Sissie.

Let's hope he doesn't do anything.

Here. This is mine. It ought to fit you close enough.

Thank you.

So many pretty things. You sure I should wear it?

Of course. When you want to change, the bathroom's down the hall.

How come it is some folks got so much, and some folks got nothing at all?

Well, I wonder that myself sometimes,

only it was always us who didn't have anything.

Seems like your family owns half the world.

You got that whole mountain back up there,

a lumber mill all your own, this great big house.

Well, I like the way you've lived,

living in the hills, not having to go to school...

I didn't have much say in that.

You know what this book says?

Mmm-hmm.

I can't hardly read a word.

Never saw much use for it,

till one day a peddler from Richmond County come through.

His pans weren't much, but his stories sure were fine.

He had supper up at our place.

He read to us out of this old book he was carrying.

Do you remember the name of the book?

No.

But I never been able to put the story out of my mind.

It was about this little girl living all alone

with her grandpa and his goats on a mountain.

They took her away from him.

Heidi.

That's it!

Ever since, I've wanted to learn reading, so I could know how the book ends.

Well, maybe now you'll be able to.

I hope so.

What are you doing here? Did you quit Pickett's again?

No, but we finally got a shipment out on time,

so I decided to take the afternoon off.

So you could sweep the porch.

You'd better get inside. Cindy's got a shopping list a mile long,

and that's your department.

(CAR APPROACHING)

Miss Willard at home?

No. Can I help you?

I've come for Sissie.

Sissie? Well, she's not here, either.

Ben! Ben, will you come out here for a minute, please?

Where they gone?

This list is going to clean out the Godseys' store.

I'm going to take the car. Bye.

What is it, Erin? Ben's washing up.

Get him.

And ask him what time Mary Ellen and Sissie left for Charlottesville.

When they coming back?

I don't know.

Mary Ellen's trying to find a good home for Sissie.

Sissie got a good home.

There seems to be a difference of opinion on that.

Ain't but one opinion that counts.

Look, her grandpa gave her to me and she's mine.

Now, I ain't laying a hand on her until we're properly married. You got my word.

My sister already told you, Sissie's not here.

We can't help you.

I've a mind to find her.

Why don't you just leave her alone? She's just a little girl.

I got my belly full of you folk nosing into my business,

telling me what I can do and what I can't.

And I ain't a man to stand here and take it, you hear me?

Boy, you've got quite a load today.

ELIZABETH: Yep.

There you go.

ELIZABETH: Thank you. IKE: Okay.

You drive careful now.

I always do, Ike.

(ENGINE STARTING)

Keep quiet and start driving.

Turn left the next fork.

How much farther is it?

This isn't going to work, you know.

Maybe. Maybe not.

My family wouldn't consider trading human beings like... Like horses.

No?

Certainly not.

What you reckon they gonna do?

They'll call Sheriff Bridges. You broke the law, kidnapping me.

Just keep driving.

You could get sent to prison for this.

What about Miss Willard kidnapping my Sissie?

That was for her own good.

You folks sure got laws that work the way you want 'em to.

All right, don't believe me. You'll see.

Might be.

Just might be.

But they got to find you first.

- EULA MAE: Buzzie! - Ma.

EULA MAE: Who you got there? That ain't Sissie.

Old man Rance died and they took Sissie away.

Well, where'd you get this one?

- She belongs to them that took Sissie. - Hmm.

Need you to mind her till I can swap her back.

Name's Elizabeth.

Uh-huh.

Whoa, Neddie.

Your son's in serious trouble for kidnapping me

and you could be, too, if you help him.

Well, how come your folks took Sissie away?

Well, so she can have some time to grow up. She's too young to get married.

She's 14, and like to become an old maid.

Well, she wants to learn to read and write.

Fat lot of good that'll do her living up here.

She may not always be up here.

- I'll be wanting your shoes. - Why?

JOB: Kind of discourages running away.

This land ain't friendly to bare feet, is it, Ma?

EULA MAE: Mmm-mmm.

Take them off.

I tell you there, Buzzie, you cinch up old Ned over there,

and I'll take this one in the house.

JOB: Whoa, Ned.

MISS MAMIE: Oh, do be careful, cousin. That chandelier's dreadfully heavy.

(GLASS CRASHING)

(MISS MAMIE GASPING)

Sister! We could have been killed!

Are you sure we weren't?

Cousin Octavia, are you all right?

Oh, quite! You know, it always amazes me how sturdy these crystal drops are.

You know, we haven't lost too many.

Besides, it'll be much easier to work on down here.

Oh, of course! Oh, how clever of you, cousin.

Why, we never would have thought of that.

Let's see here.

There, that ought to do it.

Thank you, anyways, Mr. Cutler.

Drew drove his mother into Richmond.

His father says he hasn't seen Elizabeth all day.

We've covered every inch of that road like sheep in a meadow.

No sign of her or the car.

- Did you call Ike? - ERIN: Ike was the first one I called.

He thinks she might have stopped off somewhere.

We've checked all the somewheres.

Elizabeth wouldn't leave without telling somebody,

especially with the groceries.

(CAR APPROACHING)

JIM-BOB: Maybe that's her.

It's just Mary Ellen.

She's alone.

I guess Sissie must've stayed in town.

MARY ELLEN: Hi.

You all look like I feel. What's the matter?

Elizabeth's gone.

Gone where?

JOHN-BOY: We can't find a trace of her or the car.

BEN: She took the station wagon to get groceries over at Ike's.

She left after school. She left when Erin was talking to that man.

Job Moonie was here asking about Sissie.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

CINDY: Elizabeth!

ERIN: Elizabeth! Where have you been?

BEN: Boy, Elizabeth... CINDY: It's about time!

JIM-BOB: Hey, she's not here!

Elizabeth, if this is some sort of a joke...

Come on, Elizabeth, stop fooling around.

ERIN: What is that?

MARY ELLEN: Look what I found. Elizabeth's shoes.

BEN: What?

ERIN: What is that? JIM-BOB: 141.

JOHN-BOY: Wait, let me see.

This is a pretty crude job of writing.

Like something Job Moonie would have done.

JASON: 141?

Or 1-4-1.

Or "I" for "I."

What are you two talking about?

MARY ELLEN: An eye for an eye.

Job can't have Sissie, so he's taken Elizabeth,

and he's trying to force us to make a trade.

Job!

MARY ELLEN: Job! Are you out there?

BEN: Job, you harm Elizabeth, you'll have to deal with us!

There you are, girls.

Right as rain.

MISS MAMIE: What a relief! We'd be decimated without the machine.

I can't imagine how we ever got along without you, Cousin.

This calls for a celebration.

We've been saving Papa's 1919 run.

The spring or the fall?

Oh, the spring, by all means, Sister. It was right here somewhere.

I never know what I enjoy most, the anticipation or the participation.

Personally, I like to get right to it. I'll put my tools away.

Oh, dear, there's just one more bottle of the 1919 spring run.

Dare we tamper with the last of Papa's favorite vintage?

We'll toast beneath the portrait.

But we must have the silver goblets for the occasion.

(CHUCKLES) Of course.

(MISS EMILY SIGHING)

(CRASHING)

Ha! You're out here? What a fright you gave me!

Sister! We could have been killed again!

MISS EMILY: And Papa's favorite vintage could have been killed with us!

Oh, Octavia, it was a good thing you made sure our wills were in order.

I'm going to have to resolder some of those seams.

If at first you don't succeed...

- Try, try again. - Try, try again.

You ain't much of an eater, Miss Lizzie-Beth.

I'm not very hungry.

I'm cold and I'm scared and I want to go home.

Well, that's all the food you'll be getting tonight,

so you'd best be cleaning it up.

Neddie! Neddie! Here you are!

(EULA MAE LAUGHING)

Little snack there, huh? Attaboy.

Ain't much, but it's with love.

Now, that's a good young'un. Yes, sir.

Buz wouldn't take to it kindly if I wasn't to feed you.

He's a very caring boy.

I really don't know him very well.

You don't know him at all,

else you wouldn't have took Sissie away.

Mrs. Moonie, please, if you let me go,

I won't tell anyone that Job brought me here.

Yeah, Buz near about raised Sissie from a tadpole.

You don't think that lazy old grandpa of hers would turn a finger, would you?

No, sir, if it wasn't for Buzzie, many's the night

that little tyke would have slept on an empty belly. Yes, sir.

You don't understand.

Your son broke the law bringing me here. He's in serious trouble.

Hmm.

I just don't rightly understand you town folks.

Mrs. Moonie, if you'll let me go, I'll help him, I swear it.

Everything can be going along fine as you please

and then surer than spit, some do-gooder from down yonder

is gonna stomp in with some uplifting notion.

Every time.

(DOG BARKING)

Neddie, Neddie, Neddie, just keep talking, for heaven's sake.

Neddie, you old goat, what's the matter with you?

You take care of this woman, won't you?

Now, Neddie, Neddie, that's enough of that!

You settle down, you hear me? I've a mind to take a stick to you.

You get out there.

Turn out the lantern, honey. It's time to go to bed.

I mind your feelings, child. But we is a family.

Neddie and me is behind Buz 100 percent.

Take that comforter and scrunch down here alongside of my bed.

Buzzie and me don't want to see nobody get hurt,

but that Neddie, he's always looking for a fight.

(EULA MAE CHUCKLING)

You know, one time I seen that old dog chaw the back leg off a bear

and they was both still running.

(EULA MAE LAUGHING)

Well, better get some sleep, child.

(EULA MAE BLOWING)

Yep, while they was still running.

(EULA MAE LAUGHING)

Are you sure it wouldn't be faster just to go straight to her foster home?

Sheriff Barlow said he'd have her waiting at the Welfare Office.

Right, we're on our way.

We ready to go?

Not with that.

We're not going armed?

SHERIFF: You're not.

Right now my concern is getting Elizabeth back here safe.

And I don't want any heroics.

JIM-BOB: What makes you think Job'll tell us where Elizabeth is?

Oh, he'll talk, once we get him into custody.

If you can find him.

If not, we're hoping Sissie can give us some idea where Job's got her.

He wouldn't try to keep her in the hills around here.

We know this area too well.

I hate being left behind.

Well, Erin, you can help us best by handling the phones.

But don't tell anybody anything till we know where we stand.

- Jim-Bob? - JIM-BOB: Yeah, Sheriff?

Keep your eyes peeled.

Job could come scouting around here to see if we brought Sissie back.

- Okay? - Okay.

Gentlemen, let's go.

You two be careful.

We will.

And down it came with a tremendous crash.

And we'll have to get a crew to put it back up.

Why, it is remarkable that you escaped unscathed.

Oh, we could have been killed.

Octavia was on the ladder, and she could have been seriously injured.

MISS MAMIE: Really! So much has happened since Octavia came to visit us.

Why, last night she was fixing the Recipe machine.

We had just left the room...

When it simply... Exploded!

Was that after she fixed it?

Yes, as a matter of fact, she had just finished.

And where was Cousin Octavia when it blew?

She had just gone to put her tools away.

MISS MAMIE: Oh, Sister, we mustn't forget the cardamom and the saffron powder.

It sounds like you ladies are indulging in some haute cuisine.

MISS MAMIE: Well, Cousin Octavia is a gourmet cook,

and we've been having the dishes that are served

at the embassies in Washington, D.C.

And the White House.

Oh, my, half the time we don't even know what we're eating.

Such exotic delicacies!

Well, I had heard that the haute cuisine at the White House

has declined considerably since the Trumans moved in.

Octavia's recipes are from the Roosevelt administration.

Theodore Roosevelt, don't you know? Cousin Octavia is a Republican.

Oh, Sister, we must get some digestive powders.

I felt quite queasy last night.

I've been feeling a little under the weather myself.

I'm sorry you're not feeling well, ladies,

but maybe you'll feel better after you get some good Democratic food.

Well! Really!

Mr. Godsey!

(CHUCKLES) Well, it's just a joke.

A bad joke!

Well, it's such a luxury to have someone taking care of us like this.

Octavia has volunteered to revise our wills at no charge.

Well, we really must be going. Thank you both very much.

You're welcome.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

- Goodbye. - Bye, ladies.

I do hope that you have not mortally offended Miss Octavia.

There is something fishy about that lady.

JOB: Hold it right there, Sheriff.

I want to talk to you, Job.

I don't see Sissie.

Well, they're bringing her back from Charlottesville.

Sure they are.

That's the truth.

We'll talk when she gets here.

Just a minute. There's one thing I want to know.

Is Elizabeth all right?

She's fine, so far.

Do you understand kidnapping is a criminal offense?

You could find yourself in the state penitentiary.

If you've harmed that little girl in any way,

I'll see that you pay for it the rest of your life.

I said she ain't hurt.

Now, look, Job...

Son, this is no good.

Hand over the gun and take us to Elizabeth.

It'll go a hell of a lot easier for you if you do.

I got to think on it.

Don't keep me waiting, son.

What about my Sissie?

Well, I can't promise you nothing about Sissie. You know that.

Sheriff, that the best chance I got?

That's about it.

I'll be coming out.

SHERIFF: Good.

(DOG BARKING)

You come back here, Lizzie-Beth, you hear me?

Oh, hush up, for heaven's sake! You had your chance, doggone it.

Now, come on, let's go out and see if we can't find her.

Go on, go on, move!

Oh, Sister, look, the yellow-bellied sapsucker!

Oh, yes, you're right.

(CHUCKLING) Oh, look at that.

(WHISPERING) There she goes.

(RIFLE FIRING TWO SHOTS)

You've killed them!

There was only one.

That's precisely why I brought this shotgun.

Rattlesnake.

(CHUCKLING) I'm a little out of practice.

We've been attacked! Sister, where are you?

I'm here, I think.

Of course you are. Now then, upsy-daisy!

Oh, my, I guess we must have...

Yes, I'm sure we must have...

Fainted. Precisely right, dear cousins.

Mr. Godsey, please help me get them to their feet.

She run off.

How'd she get by Neddie?

Threw him some scraps. Danged fool went for them instead of her.

Ah, she can't get too far, not barefoot.

She took my slippers.

I got to find her, Ma! They won't touch me as long as I got her.

Don't tell 'em nothing. You ain't seen nobody.

- She go this way? - EULA MAE: Yeah!

What about your truck?

All right, now you stay quiet.

- I'm going with you. - No, you're not.

All right, Jenkins is here with his hound,

so Jason, John-Boy, take the station wagon.

Jenkins will follow you. Come on, everybody, let's go.

- Here's Elizabeth's shoes. - Come on, honey.

Hey, don't you think it's kind of dangerous to take her along?

It's the only way we'll be sure of finding Job's mother's house.

It's the only place I can figure Job'd take her.

You can just leave me with him if it'd get your sister back.

I'm sure it won't come to that, Sissie.

I don't mind. He was always good to me.

We'll let the Sheriff handle it.

Good luck, everyone.

JASON: We're ready to go, Sheriff.

JIM-BOB: Here's the shoes, Ep.

Thanks, Jim-Bob.

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

Job's scared of the law,

and I'm scared for Elizabeth and for him.

I don't want nothing bad to happen on account of me.

It's all right, honey, everything's going to be fine.

Girls, you're coming with me, okay?

Why is Ep taking Elizabeth's shoes?

So the dog can pick up Elizabeth's scent.

SHERIFF: Not a sign of anyone in there.

Nothing on that side, either.

JASON: John-Boy! Sheriff! Over here!

Well, at least we know he's on foot.

He won't be getting too far.

I hope Elizabeth's with him.

(HOUND BARKING)

Hurry up! The dog's got a scent. Come on.

All right, come on, stay close!

Don't want anyone getting trigger happy. Come on!

Come on!

JOB: Keep moving.

Now sit down over here.

You're a strange man.

Sissie used to cut her feet in that sharp grass.

And you bound them for her?

Yep.

What happened to Sissie's parents?

Don't know.

T'warn't but Rance and Sissie when I come here.

That old man could hardly take care of himself, let alone a young'un.

Eula Mae said you pretty much raised Sissie.

Pretty near.

How long have you been together?

Since she was nubbin.

It was me that taught her to fish.

I showed her where to find wild grapes and sour grass.

Me that taught her to clean her teeth and to... To braid her hair.

And ain't nobody gonna take her away from me, either!

'Cause I ain't nothing left unless I got Sissie.

(HOUND BARKING)

Come on.

Good afternoon, Mr. Godsey.

Oh, yes, it is a very pleasant afternoon. Is there something I can do for you?

I forgot the coriander.

Coriander.

Coriander? Corabeth!

Two cans of peaches, a dozen fresh eggs, half a pound of butternuts,

half pound of rye flour, one pound of brown sugar,

a jar of sorghum, and a half pound of black tea.

Coming right up.

Ah-ha! Corabeth!

How dare you! Unhand me!

Corabeth!

You blackguard! Villain!

(IKE SCREAMS)

What on earth is going on?

She has been trying to kill those dear, sweet old ladies!

And now she's stolen some rat poison.

And two pair of socks, one hairbrush,

two combs, one fountain pen, bottle of perfume!

Why, I can hardly believe my eyes!

Call the Sheriff.

I'll file a complaint!

You'll file a complaint?

Against this outrageous treatment.

(STAMMERING) Outrageous treatment!

Will you stop repeating everything I say?

She's nothing but a shoplifter, a common thief!

Don't be ridiculous! I'm a kleptomaniac.

You're a what?

It's an illness, Mr. Godsey.

Kleptomaniacs simply cannot control their cravings to pilfer.

I have my certificate from the Delaware Correctional Institute to prove it.

I cannot be held responsible for anything I take.

IKE: I don't care if you graduated from Sing Sing.

I'm calling the Sheriff.

Mr. Godsey, are you determined to destroy my cousins?

Me? I'm trying to keep you from destroying them.

I would die before I harm them.

Oh, yeah? What about the falling chandelier

and the exploding machine?

I repaired those again.

I am expert at fixing things.

Of course, there've been times when I haven't been able to get

the whatchumadoodle hooked on to the whatchumacallit the first time around.

And if they live for the second round, then you get it with a shotgun.

I saved their lives! You saw that snake!

(LAUGHS MOCKINGLY) He fainted.

And if you don't get them with your cooking, you'll get them with this!

Mr. Godsey, you are hallucinating.

We'll see about that.

However, since my cousins would be deeply upset

if you pressed these unfound charges against me,

I shall arrive at an accommodation with you.

Come again?

I have a cherished uncle with whom I expected to spend next month.

I shall schedule my departure immediately

if you will promise to spare the feelings of my beloved cousins.

In my considered opinion, Mr. Godsey,

I think that we should accept Miss Octavia's offer,

in the best interest of all parties involved.

I don't know.

All right.

The next bus leaves in a half an hour and you'd better be on it.

Wait, how about your order?

You may do with it as you wish, Mr. Godsey.

Bless you, Mrs. Godsey.

JOB: We'll rest over there for a spell.

(ELIZABETH PANTING)

ELIZABETH: Job?

Job.

What if it could be worked out so that Sissie could come back to you?

If you were to let her go to school and learn to read and write.

She really wants to learn. She told me so herself.

Job, you did a real good job of raising her, but it's not finished.

You've got to go all the way, give her a little time.

Let her get the education that'll help both of you.

Job, the way it is now, with everyone chasing you,

you're the one who's going to be taken away from Sissie,

and put away.

And you won't see your mountains, or your wild grapes, or Sissie again.

(HOUND BARKING)

Come on.

I can't go any farther.

That's one ticket to Richmond.

Isn't this charming, Sister? A boy doll and a girl doll.

Dancing through life together.

I'd always hoped Ashley and I could have shared such a fate.

MISS MAMIE: Corabeth, you have no idea

how we're going to miss our Cousin Octavia.

Our life has been so exciting since she's been with us.

But what's our loss is Uncle Horace's gain.

Miss Octavia, I do hope that you have enjoyed your brief stay here with us.

No, I enjoyed my brief stay with my cousins.

(BUS HORN HONKING)

Oh, my goodness, here comes the bus. Come, Cousin.

Have you got everything?

Absolutely. Bye, all.

She did it again.

(HOUND BARKING)

Come on.

Job, if you'd only listen to me, I could help you.

Too late.

No, it's not! I can talk to them,

tell them that you didn't harm me, that you helped me when I was hurt.

Ain't nobody gonna listen.

Yes, they will!

JOHN-BOY: I see him! There they are.

They're gonna kill me!

Nobody wants to kill you!

Job!

Do you hear me, Job?

I'm asking you to throw down that gun and surrender.

Answer him.

If you don't, I will.

You stay out of this!

You ain't the one that gonna get killed or go to prison.

Job Moonie, you're either going to have to shoot me or talk things out.

Sheriff, we want to talk.

Sheriff, I told Job that if he turned himself in, I'd testify for him,

that he'd taken good care of me,

and that if I stood up for him, maybe he'd get a light sentence.

Well, that'll all be taken into consideration.

Job, turn her loose.

What if I said that there wasn't any kidnapping?

What would happen to Job, then?

I told you to turn her loose.

And go to jail? Never.

Ep, I know you're sworn to uphold the law,

but aren't you supposed to see that justice is done, too?

Ain't no use. Just leave it be.

I won't! I promised!

You've all got to see that what you wanted to happen has happened!

Job understands that Sissie wants an education

and he's willing to wait for her.

I haven't been hurt.

Everything has turned out fine, and that's what I call justice.

Well, Elizabeth, if do as good a job persuading the judge as you did me,

I think we ought to work something out.

What do you say, Job?

I don't believe you, Sheriff. Not for a minute.

Job! Listen to them! They ain't liars, not a one of them!

They done all right by me!

I don't want no harm to come to you. Please?

(ELIZABETH SIGHING)

JOHN-BOY: The charges against Job were reduced.

He served a short term in prison, where he learned to read and write.

Sissie finished school,

and while she did eventually marry, it was not to Job.

ERIN: I hope we never have to live through anything like that again.

I was so afraid we wouldn't get you back, Elizabeth.

ELIZABETH: I wasn't so sure myself.

JIM-BOB: I wasn't worried. I knew they'd find you.

ELIZABETH: How come you were so smart?

JIM-BOB: Soon as they took your shoes,

I knew the dogs would smell your feet a mile off.

ELIZABETH: That's very funny, Jim-Bob.

JIM-BOB: I'm just glad you're okay.

ELIZABETH: Good night, Jim-Bob. JIM-BOB: Good night, Elizabeth.

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