All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S03E09.The.Spoilers.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Sometimes the future
tries to warn us...

by casting a shadow
over the present.

Such a warning came to us
one morning...

in the form of a scent of smoke
borne by the wind.

-I smell smoke.
-So do I.

Seems to be coming
from the Hanover place.

-Maybe there's a tramp in there.
-We'd better look into that.

Fires scare me to death
this time of year.

I know. My house is on fire.

Well, I wouldn't go so far
as to say that.

One lives in hope.

Don't you know how dangerous
a fire can be in these parts?

Well, it isn't a fire, really.
It's the stove.

I can't seem to make it work.

I'll take a look at it.

I'm sorry.

It's just that I haven't
managed to do...

one single thing right
since we got here.

I have days when nothing seems
to work. I guess we all do.

Well, I'd settle for a day
here and there.

It's my life I'm talking about.

It was the damper.
You have to open it.

As soon as this smoke clears
I'll show you how to use it.

Thank you.

I'm Olivia Walton...

and this is my husband's mother,
Mrs. Esther Walton.

-How do you do?
-I'm Susan Hanover.

Hanover? You're Bertram
Hanover's daughter?

Oh, he's my father-in-law.

You're saying that Bertram
Hanover's here in this house?

Not on your life.

You couldn't drag him or my
mother-in-law out of New York...

with a team of wild horses.

Ted did suggest it, but the old
man would hear none of it.

-Is Ted your husband?
-Yes, he's Bertram's son.

This whole expedition
was his idea.

Can you imagine that?
Bertram Hanover's kin...

right here on Walton's Mountain.

Yes.

Mother?

Mother, what on earth
have you done?

Looks like you set fire
to the place.

-Good. We can go home now.
-No such luck.

Dad would rent a shanty
somewhere just to keep us here.

These are my offspring.
Alicia, Charles...

some of our neighbors,
Mrs. Walton and Mrs. Walton.

-Hello there.
-How do you do?

The children aren't very happy
about being here, either.

-Do you have any children?
-Seven.

Seven? Good Lord!
How do you keep your figure?

Oh.

Well, the smoke's gone. I can
show you...

how to work that stove now,
Mrs. Hanover.

Susan, please.
Yes, I would be very grateful.

Awful, isn't it?

Part of this stuff was left by
the people who were renting...

and some of it we had shipped
down from New York.

It don't look like it
used to in the old days.

I have never lived
in the country in my life...

and I'm at my wits end trying
to put this place in shape.

Getting the stove in good
working order is a step...

in the right direction.

Yes. Well,
it's right through here.

Oh, dear.

You tell your husband, when he
chops wood, it should be dry.

This here is green.

That's why this smoked up
so much.

You'd better tell him
which end of the ax...

he's supposed to chop with.

-Alicia.
-And you'd better write it down.

He won't remember it
unless it's in a prospectus.

Not Bertram Hanover's son.

Ted forgets that he wasn't
born here.

Doesn't really have the roots
he thinks he has here.

It's crazy.

It must be hard on you all
moving to the country.

-Where did you live before?
-An apartment building...

in New York City.

Susan, would you and your family
like to have supper with us?

You can worry about
getting settled tomorrow.

In a word, yes.

It's the first house on the
right. We sit down around 6:00.

Thank you so much.
We'll see you then.

Alright. In the meantime, if
you're gonna use this stove...

now come here,
you make sure that this is open.

Not closed. Open, like this.

Thank you so much.
I'll see you to the door.

-Bye-bye.
-Bye.

It's hard to believe.

Some people just have different
ways, that's all.

Oh, I didn't mean that.

I was thinking about Hanover,
wondering what happened to him.

If he ever had any children,
and what they were like.

Did you know him well?

He was one of my beaus. Yeah.

These benches sure
do get wobbly.

No, it's them kids.
They're growing up so fast.

I took a look at Jason
this morning.

He is shooting up like corn
after the Fourth of July.

Here it is, Livie.
I found it in my memory book.

What you got there?
An old picture of me?

I can't possibly be as handsome
as I remember.

Why're you hanging onto a
picture of that parlor snake?

I brought it down for Livie.

That's me and Bertram
at the county fair.

-You sure were a looker, Ma.
-He's good-looking, Grandma.

He was a parlor snake.

You didn't know him like I did.

If he's so all-fired great...

why did you turn him down
when he proposed to you?

Listen, Liv. We're about to find
out something from Ma's past.

Bertram Hanover was
a fine young man.

And, well, we just didn't see
eye to eye about the future.

Nothing would do
but that he'd go up to New York.

But he did ask me to marry him
and go along with him.

And to show his deep affection
for her...

he married Sabrina Wilkins
two weeks after.

What brought on
all this ancient history, huh?

Bertram's son and his family
have moved to Walton's Mountain.

Grandma and I bumped into
Mrs. Hanover this morning.

As a matter of fact, they're
coming for supper tonight.

Like father, like son.
Mark my words.

Ted, don't you care
for spoon bread?

My appetite has deserted me
in the last few months.

This mountain air'll get your
appetite back in no time.

Soon you'll be eating like
a woodchopper.

Soon as I learn
how to chop wood.

-That I've got to see.
-Hello.

John-Boy, come on in.
Meet the Hanovers.

Ted and Susan, this is our
oldest son, John-Boy.

-How do you do?
-Pleased to meet you.

-I'm sorry I'm late.
-Sit here, John-Boy.

Alright.

-Alicia and Charles Hanover.
-Hello.

Alicia used to live in a
compartment house in New York.

An apartment house.

-You folks here for good?
-Yes. We're here to stay.

Providing Mother doesn't burn
the house down.

Your father was telling us
you're in college.

-Yes, I am.
-Where do you go?

Boatwright University, Westham,
about 28 miles from here.

You go to school every day
and come home every night?

Except once when he stayed out
and danced all night.

Mama was mad.

-You commute?
-Yes.

Well, it's less expensive
that way.

Let me guess what school
you're in.

-Law?
-No.

No, you're just not that kind,
are you?

-Art, maybe.
-No.

-Engineering, definitely not.
-No, definitely not engineering.

-Music? Am I close?
-Journalism, actually.

-You published anything?
-Not yet. But, getting closer.

It used to be, I just got
printed rejection slips...

I get letters telling me
to try again.

We know a lot of people
in publishing.

When we get back...

we could have your things read
by the right people.

I thought you all were
staying here.

Oh, well, Dad keeps saying that.

I guess you'd call it sort
of a pilgrimage.

What are we calling it today,
Dad?

I'm sure the Waltons aren't
interested in why we came here.

I'd like to read some of those
stories you were talking about.

You may.

Do you know who
Maxwell Perkins is?

Sure I know who
Maxwell Perkins is.

He's F. Scott Fitzgerald's
editor.

-A close friend of my father's.
-Really?

Alicia, the days of clubs
and socializing...

with Maxwell Perkins are over.

Yes. Well, maybe they are for
you, but they're not for me.

Excuse me.

Mary Ellen, Erin, why don't you
clear, I'll see about dessert.

Oh, please. Thank you.

What line of work were you in,
Mr. Hanover?

I was a stockbroker
like my father.

"Was" is the right word for it.

From the newspaper,
I hear things are picking up.

Yes, they are.

So this sojourn here in Virginia
is really the calm...

before the storm.

Ted's father is waiting for him
to come back and start again.

As you may have seen by now...

my family isn't too keen
on putting down new roots.

Your father used to say that he
was born here by mistake.

He said he always belonged
in a big city.

He's said the same thing
about me.

It only occurred to me recently
that he might have been wrong.

Well, we're glad you're here
tonight. Who wants dessert?

-I do!
-I do!

-Charles, want any dessert?
-No. I'd rather look around.

Come on, Erin.
Show me the sights.

-May I, Daddy?
-Sure, honey.

Well, I'm ready for dessert.

-Erin?
-I've got a problem.

Yeah? A big one?

A little one?
A medium-sized one?

-What kind of problem, Erin?
-Well, kind of medium-sized.

I've never met anybody
like those Hanover people.

You and Charlie seem to be
getting along pretty well.

You know, tonight after
supper...

when I showed him Blue and
Chance and everything?

Well, he asked me for a date.

Well, I'm sure Mama and Daddy
wouldn't mind if he came over.

He wants me to go out with him.

-Out where?
-Nowhere special. Just out.

He wants me to show him
Walton's Mountain.

Erin, is that the problem?

Well, he's kind of fast.

What if he tries to kiss me?

Oh, well, you're
a very pretty girl.

I'm sure there's gonna be lots
of guys gonna try to kiss you.

What'll I do?

Erin, has Mama ever had a talk
with you about kissing?

Yeah, but she's so
old-fashioned.

In what way?

She didn't let Daddy kiss her...

until they'd been going together
for a long time.

Looks to me like Charlie
Hanover...

is gonna be around
for a long time.

What will I do tomorrow
if he tries?

Well, do you want him
to kiss you?

I think.

Well, then, I don't see what
harm one little kiss could do.

-Thanks, John-Boy.
-Erin?

-One little kiss.
-What else is there?

-Morning.
-Morning.

I'd like to take a look
at your place during daylight.

Get some ideas about gardening,
the kind of animals to keep.

Sure. Look around
as much as you like.

Don't you have any help?

Usually Pa helps, but he's not
feeling too good this morning.

-Is there anything I can do?
-No, I wouldn't want to impose.

No, no. I'd like to.
It's a new experience for me.

Alright. Grab the other end
of this.

When it's cut,
we just stack them over there.

-Sounds easy.
-It's heavy work.

-I'm game.
-Okay.

Is that it?

Got a visitor for dinner, Liv.

-Hello, Ted.
-Hello, Olivia.

I hope you don't mind.
John's asked me to lunch.

-There's plenty. Sit down.
-Right there.

Whatever you're cooking smells
marvelous, and I am famished.

It's the mountain air.

Not to mention the fact
that I have been...

milling logs since
the crack of dawn.

It just seems that way, Ted.

Zeb's grouchy as an old bear.
Sure sign he's getting better.

Lord, Ted, you do
look like your father.

I noticed it last night but....

You're the splitting image
of him.

It's only physical, Mrs. Walton.

My father thrives on buying
and selling...

playing the market,
wheeling and dealing.

Now, I've finally found
what I want...

and it's the life you folks
have right here.

It's a good life
most of the time.

Your wife get that stove
to working?

She finally managed a meal on it
this morning.

Good.

I wish that she
and the children...

could relax and enjoy
the life here.

Not everyone's cut out
for country living.

I wanted to talk to you
about that, Olivia.

I was hoping that you could go
over and see Susan.

Be her friend. Convince her that
the life is good here.

I'd be happy to be her friend
I'm not gonna convince her...

this life is for her
if it isn't.

She has to decide that
for herself.

Come on, Ted, eat up.
Have some of those carrots.

-Best scallions you ever tasted.
-Leftovers.

Come on in, it's open.

Oh, hello.

I know you're one of the
Walton children...

but I can't remember which one.

Mary Ellen.

Won't you sit down?

Our teacher...

said that Charles is welcome
to come to our school.

Why don't you tell him yourself?

He's probably right upstairs.
Go right on up.

-Charles?
-Who's that?

-Mary Ellen Walton.
-Come in.

-Hello.
-Hi. I was looking for Charles.

-What on earth for?
-Well, I was in school today...

I was telling our teacher
about you moving here.

She said Charles was welcome
to our school.

So I just stopped by
to tell him that.

Serves the brat right to have
to go to a log schoolhouse...

after that progressive pigpen
in New York.

-Don't you like your brother?
-No.

-Do you like yours?
-Most of the time.

Tell me about John-Boy.
Does he date?

Sometimes.

Well, does he have a steady?

I don't think so.

Where on earth am I gonna wear
this out in the sticks?

-Oh, it's gorgeous.
-Mother bought it in Paris.

Have you been to Paris?

We used to go there all the time
before Dad lost his money.

-Do you like the dress?
-I think it's beautiful.

Try it on. If it fits,
you can have it.

I'd love to try it on,
but I couldn't take it.

These, too.

Looks like they might fit.

I'll go downstairs.

Oh, the designer of that dress
should pay you to wear it.

I sure don't feel like me.

You look like a lady.

Just wait. We're not through.
Come here, sit down.

This is called a turban.
Bend down.

Bring it around in the front
and twist it.

Hold it.

Now, take the purse.
Stand up.

-Divine.
-It really is.

Alicia, why don't you
give it to her?

I already have.

I've never seen anything so
beautiful in all my life.

-Look! Here comes a movie star.
-Look, it's Mary Ellen.

Isn't that snazzy?
That's gorgeous.

-Where'd you get that dress?
-It came from France.

The Hanovers used to go there
before they lost their money.

Oh, yeah?
How come we never went there?

-Did you lose all your money?
-Never had any money to lose.

You look just like
Ginger Rogers.

-Mama, quit teasing me.
-I'm not teasing you.

Where're you planning to wear
that around here?

-To a dogfight.
-Or a corn shucking.

Or a weenie roast.

I've had it with you! Now look
what you've made me do.

Mary Ellen, come back here.

-What's bothering her?
-We were only teasing.

Back to your chores.

No need for her
to get that upset.

I'll go see to her.

-What?
-I'd like to talk to you.

Mama, just go away.

Please don't speak to me
like that.

-Like what?
-You know what I mean.

I'm tired of being treated
like a baby around here.

Mary Ellen, what
is bothering you?

You've been teased by the boys
before. Why are you so angry?

It can't be because of that
silly dress.

That's just what I mean.
It's not a silly dress.

It's wonderful, and I look
beautiful in it.

Yes, you do. It's just not
a dress that belongs here.

Well, maybe I don't
belong here, either.

I'm sorry, but I want more out
of my life than junky dresses...

made from cheap pieces of
material that I buy from Ike's.

Mary Ellen, you're very young.
But when you grow up a little...

I hope you'll want more for
yourself than you do right now.

What you wear has nothing
to do with what you are.

I'll expect you downstairs
to help me start supper...

in an hour.

And this is where
we have recess.

-And what do you do at recess?
-We play hide and go seek...

and blind man's bluff.
Stuff like that.

How can you stand all the
excitement?

Sometimes I think
you're making fun of me...

but I'm never really sure.

-Would I do that?
-I don't know.

This swing is only made for
one person at a time.

Don't you like me
being close to you?

Well, I do and I don't.

-It makes me nervous.
-You can trust me, Erin.

Oh, dear.

-Want to go higher?
-No.

Oh, no!

Hey, you're terrific.

The girls back home
would have fainted on the spot.

What's so scary
about an old swing?

-You wanna try again?
-No.

-You're okay, Erin.
-Don't do that.

-Why not?
-Because I said so.

Erin, if you and I
are going to be friends...

you've got to be a lot
less provincial.

-What does "provincial" mean?
-Countrified.

Is that what you think I am?

I haven't made up
my mind about you yet.

Let's just say that I'm thinking
about it. Okay?

Where's Erin and Mary Ellen?

I don't see why I've to do all
this work by myself.

Mary Ellen is having a bad day,
I don't know where Erin is.

-Anybody home?
-Come on in, Alicia.

Have you seen Erin anywhere?

She's probably somewhere
fighting off my brother.

-What did you say?
-A feeble joke.

He considers himself
a ladies' man...

but he's really just
a disgusting brat.

You shouldn't talk about your
brother like that.

La-di-da.

You may get away with talking
to your mother like that...

but don't you try that on me.

I'm sorry. I really
didn't mean anything.

I'm sure you didn't. I just
don't like the sound of it.

Now, did you want something?

-Is John-Boy here?
-Upstairs, doing his homework.

-I'll go upstairs and see him.
-Just a minute.

John-Boy? Alicia Hanover's here
to see you.

Okay.

He'll be right down.

-Hi.
-John-Boy.

I'm glad you're here,
I could use a break.

-Like to go for a walk?
-Yes.

I wanted to talk to you
about reading some of your work.

Okay. Mama--

John-Boy, don't be late.
There's chores to be done.

Oh, we won't. Come on.

Come on, there's work
to be done.

Just a second.

Give her a chance.

That's it for me.
I got to go work on my stories.

-What about your homework, Son?
-That can wait for tonight.

Alicia Hanover wrote a letter to
Maxwell Perkins, in New York...

she told him she was
sending him some work...

by a "new, young writer." I got
to get my stories in shape.

He's a very important man.

That girl has been worrying
John-Boy so hard...

about her important publishing
friends...

he's completely forgotten
about his schoolwork.

-Mama, don't be so provincial.
-What's that supposed to mean?

She learnt that from the love
of her life, Charles Hanover.

Mary Ellen,
why don't you just shut up?

Erin, don't talk
to your sister that way.

I won't talk to her at all.

You may leave the table
after you've been excused.

May I be excused, please?

Yes, you may.

-Daddy, what's going on here?
-Well, I don't know, honey.

Everyone's acting
so crazy lately.

It's the curse of the Hanovers.

Oh, good Lord.

You're just acting sillier
than usual. Stop it.

See what I mean?

For a man who just
got out of a sickbed...

hope you're not overdoing it,
Mr. Walton.

Theodore, if you feel so
strongly on that subject...

maybe you would take over
for me for a spell.

What kind of chickens do I
ought to stock up with?

White leghorns are good
for eggs.

Rhode Island Reds
are good for eating.

Buff Orphingtons, too, if you
can lay your hands on.

You know, this place is really
beginning to grow on me.

I'm eating better.
I'm sleeping better.

I'm just feeling better
in general.

You'd have to dynamite me
out of this place.

My father was crazy
to leave all this.

Maybe he was right. We're not
all cut out for this life.

Yeah, but...

don't you think a man should
teach his children...

that there are other ways of
thinking besides his own?

Well, most of us hope our
children would grow up...

believing what we believe.

My father didn't just hope,
he insisted.

You must have
agreed with him in a way...

or else you'd been down here
a long while back.

Sometimes it takes a shock to
knock sense into a man's head.

No, I came out here to find
a better life.

Well, I hear life back there
wasn't so bad.

Get up in the morning,
put on a clean shirt and suit...

go to your job...

eat in restaurants,
go on vacation.

How many times you been
to Europe?

I don't know. Used to go every
summer, that's not the point.

Maybe it's not the point.

Maybe I couldn't live that kind
of a life...

but parts of it
sound real good.

By the same token,your life has
a lot of appeal to me.

-The simplicity of it all.
-It's simple, alright.

Up at 6:00, working past dark
never know whether you have...

enough food or clothes
for your family.

Theodore, how do you propose
making a living around here?

Do you have any ideas, John?

I've got enough capital to start
some kind of a new life.

Well, you could start
a little farm.

Wheat, corn,
raise some cattle, chickens.

Maybe have a truck garden.
Start a sawmill, like me.

Whatever you do,
it's going to be hard work.

Well, nothing much different
between city living...

and country living, in a way.

Nothing on this earth
is provided for...

unless you provide it yourself.

You got time to figure out
what you want to do...

but, come winter, things get
real rough around here.

Yeah, well, this job looks
pretty well finished to me...

why don't we call it a day?

-Great idea.
-Anything you say.

And I'll let you know
what I decide.

Thanks for everything.

-Is it ready?
-How did you know?

I just took the paper off.

Charles?

Mama, may Charles
and I go for a walk?

-Where to?
-Just up the road.

Be back in time for supper.
Is it alright with you, Susan?

Oh, yes, of course, go ahead.

-Here, have a piece.
-No, it goes right to my hips.

The good thing about
this is it's so rich...

you don't eat too much of it.
Come on.

Oh, that's incredible.

-I'll give you the recipe.
-Oh!

Thank you so much.

Oh, I do love candy.

I think it's one of my great
weaknesses.

I bet you I bought candy
in every country in Europe.

You've been to them all?

Well, except for Russia.
Yes, I guess we have.

-Which one do you like best?
-Italy.

Oh, Rome is my favorite city
in the world after New York.

Italians have such a wonderful
approach to life.

Do you know that every night,
about 6:00...

they take what they call
a passeggiata.

Sounds wonderful,
what does it mean?

Well, it's a walk, really.

Everybody seems to come out
of their house at the same time.

And they walk and they talk,
and they look in shop windows...

and then they stop by a little
sidewalk cafe for coffee.

Then they all go home.

But they all come back out
later for dinner.

-What time do they eat?
-9:00 or 10:00.

We've been in bed
for an hour by then.

Olivia. Oh, you would love
Rome and Paris.

Please don't say anymore.

I always yearned to go those
places...

and hearing you talk about
them...

just makes the feeling
all that much stronger.

I'm very impressed.

Really? Thank you.

Now, the question is, what are
you going to do about it?

What do you mean?

What are you going to do
about your writing?

Oh.

Just keep on writing.

But to what end?

To get to be as good
as I can, I reckon.

No, that's not what I mean.
What are your ambitions?

Where do you see yourself
ten years from today?

Ten years?
That's a long way off.

Probably I'll be living
in some big city somewhere.

-New York.
-Alright, New York.

And I reckon I'll be selling my
work by then, so I'll have a...

well, not too fancy,
nice apartment.

And I'd like to sort of have one
overlooking a river.

Something like that. Big windows
and a nice feeling to it.

Just so I can do my work.

Sounds kind of like Thomas
Wolfe, doesn't it?

No woman?

Woman? Well, sure.

Well, I guess she's just so much
a part of my life...

I forgot to mention her.

-Who will she be?
-I don't know.

-My wife.
-Your wife?

Of course.

I think that a writer could
think of a better story...

about what his life
was going to be like.

John-Boy, I think the time has
come for you to get out of here.

Well, I already said
I plan to be moving on someday.

Now, while you're young
and your senses are alive.

Well, my senses plan to stay
alive for a long time.

You may think that now,
but you're wrong.

Things happen to people
as they get older.

Alicia, I'm in college...

and I like being in college,
and I want to finish college.

Even if I didn't like it...

my parents gave up
an awful lot for me.

I don't think it'd be fair--

Artists don't have time
for gratitude.

They have to take everything
they can get.

They're special people.
Gifted people are privileged.

You better start
thinking of yourself that way.

Well,
I don't know about that...

but I appreciate your
reading this for me.

You'll have to make some
changes, you know.

No. Why?

Because I don't think it's
salable the way it is now.

See this first paragraph?

I don't think your opening
sentence is enough...

of an attention getter.

Well, I do. I rewrote it
four times.

Well, that proves I'm right.

Your instincts were trying
to tell you something...

and you just weren't listening.

Now, why not move this
paragraph up here?

Then the whole feeling of the
piece is tougher.

My intention wasn't to be tough.

Well, that's not the point.

All the successful new books
are being done that way.

-It's a new wave in literature--
-Alicia...

Alicia, I don't want to write
some certain way...

because it's a new wave
in literature...

and everyone else is.

That's no reason to write
in a certain style.

John-Boy, you have
so much to learn.

I really worry about you.

-Isn't it a nice day?
-Who cares?

Oh, Charles, what are you
being like that for?

Erin, there's nothing to do
around here.

Sun comes up, then it goes down.
And in between...

-excruciating boredom.
-We're not bored.

I guess you don't miss
what you've never had.

I'm used to movies
and dances and sports.

We play baseball.

In a clearing of some pine
trees.

I'm used to Yankee Stadium.

You really don't want to stay
here, do you?

No.

-If I left, would you miss me?
-Yes, I would.

I'd miss you too, Erin.
I really would.

I thought you weren't sure
if you liked me.

Well, I am now.

Well, I'm glad, Charles,
because I really like you, too.

-What are you doing?
-I want to kiss you.

Well, alright.

-I'd like to kiss you again.
-I don't think so.

Didn't you like it?

Yeah, but I think we should
only kiss once.

Oh, don't be a baby.

-Don't! I don't want to!
-But I do.

Leave me alone! I thought you
were nice...

and I thought we could
be friends.

I've got no time to be friends
with babies.

You're being so stubborn
I could scream.

I know what I meant
when I wrote that story...

and what you're asking me to do
would change the meaning.

So what? The impact'll knock
the reader down.

I don't want it
to be read that way.

I'd rather it didn't
get read at all.

You're behaving like some
simple-minded bumble-brain.

Next thing you'll tell me
is that you believe in art.

There's no need to get angry...

I want to feel good
about what I write.

I don't want to feel like...

I've written something
to satisfy somebody else...

just because they might be able
to get it published.

You're a fool, John-Boy.
A fool.

Well, you're no lady!
Anybody ever tell you that?

Erin? I could use a hand here.

Oh, Erin, I've been looking
for you.

There's a picture here
of Ginger Rogers.

Erin, you're home early.

Are you alright?

What's the matter, honey?
What happened?

Mama, do you have to let
someone kiss you...

more times than you want
to kiss them?

-Did somebody want to kiss you?
-Charles Hanover.

-And did you want to kiss him?
-Yes, but just once.

-And he wanted more?
-Yes, but I didn't.

I guess I didn't
want to enough.

Then you were quite
right not to.

But he got so mad,
and he called me a baby.

Erin, you don't have to do
anything you don't want to do.

But why did he get so mad?

Because Charles Hanover...

is used to getting everything
he wants.

When he doesn't,
he behaves like a baby.

That's just what he was like,
an angry little baby.

-Erin, I'm proud of you.
-Why?

Because acting like a grownup
is one of the hardest things..

in the world to do
and you did it today.

Mama, what if I see Charles?

Why don't you tell him how you
feel about what happened?

Then maybe you two
can remain friends.

If he's grown-up enough
to listen to you.

Mama, Charles grabbed me, I got
scared and I pulled away...

and I ripped my dress.

That's alright, honey.
Don't you worry about that.

Thank you, Mama. I guess I
better go find Mary Ellen.

She probably thinks
I've gone crazy.

-What is it, honey?
-I'd like to talk to you.

-Right now?
-Yes.

Something's going on here,
and I don't like it.

Every one in this house is upset
because of the Hanovers.

Alicia's been at John-Boy so
hard about his writing...

he's stopped doing his
schoolwork.

All Mary Ellen can think about
is marrying some millionaire...

and buying all the clothes
she wants.

I wouldn't worry about Mary
Ellen or John-Boy, either.

-They'll get over it.
-It's even getting to me.

Susan was talking about how
wonderful Rome, Italy is...

and all of a sudden I started
feeling dull and foolish...

just because I've never
been there...

or hadn't had supper
at 10:00 at night.

We can have supper
at 10:00 at night...

-if I can stay awake that late.
-I'm serious.

Now, I know it'll all blow over,
but Erin's different.

-What about Erin?
-Charles Hanover kissed her.

When she wouldn't go along
with more kissing...

there was some kind of a
struggle and....

-Did she get hurt?
-No, not physically.

Well, her feelings
got hurt a little.

She's alright. She knows she did
what she should have, but...

I just don't want my children
exposed to that kind of thing.

I don't, either.

I'll take care of it.

Hi, John.

Susan's been admiring
these elm trees...

I went out in the woods
and dug one up for her.

I'm transplanting it.

-This tree is not going to live.
-What makes you say that?

You've cut the taproot
too short.

You didn't leave it enough root
for it to feed itself.

Oh.

I guess I have a whole lot more
to learn about country life.

Ted, you've been talking to me
for weeks about country life...

and I don't think any of that
talk is important.

Well, now, it's important to me.

What's important is
what's happening to your family.

It seems to me your wife and
children are...

paying a heavy price
for your confusion.

-A heavy price? Now, John--
-Especially your children.

They don't know who they are.
They don't know how to behave.

They don't know their limits.

Has one of my kids
gotten out of line?

Your son, Charles, got rough
with my daughter Erin.

He acted like a big-shot
ladies' man.

He got carried away with
himself.

-Is she alright?
-She's alright.

I just don't want anything like
that to happen again.

I know, and I'm sorry.

I guess I just haven't been
on top of things.

That's right,
I guess you haven't.

You know, Ted, you and me don't
have much in common.

But one thing we do have
in common are children.

When children are involved...

a man's got to forget
his own confusion.

Give them the attention
and the guidance they need.

I know. And I haven't
been doing that.

I've been too involved
in my own problems...

to put first things first.

Don't you think
maybe it's time you started?

Yeah. Yes, I do.

That's all I came over to say.

Thanks, John.

Hey, John-Boy. Been out reading
your stories to the orioles?

No. Alicia Hanover.

You don't sound
too happy about it.

Well, I'm a lot happier
than she is.

I've never seen anybody
so mad in my life.

Why, didn't she like them?

Judging by her reaction, no.
She threw them at me.

-What?
-She threw them at me.

We were having a little argument
about values in writing...

she got upset
and she threw them at me.

Said I didn't understand a
thing.

-You deserve a better fate.
-Yes. I'd like to throttle her.

Hold on, John-Boy.
Through the years...

I've learned anytime you feel
like throttling a woman...

you better take it out
on a pile of wood.

You want it stacked or sawed?

Just a minute.

I'd like to read one or two of
your stories myself, John-Boy.

Take your pick.

Please, don't throw them at me
when you're finished, okay?

-Did you talk to Ted?
-Yes, I did.

I think things will be
better from now on.

Thank you.

What happens to families
like that?

I guess they try to get back
on their feet

and lead happy lives.

Hope they work it out.
I guess we were just lucky, huh?

Guess we were.

Well, there might be some hope
for me after all.

I have managed to make a
casserole that looks edible.

If you're willing to risk your
life, you can try my lemonade.

You don't trust me.

This was supposed to be
a surprise for you.

Oh, well, you do keep trying.

What's the matter with it?
Is it sick?

It's dying. I cut the
wrong root or something.

I just didn't know.

Well, it was a nice thought.
Thank you anyway.

Ted, what are we
really doing here?

I'm not sure anymore.

Did you really think it would be
like the days when you'd say:

"Let's go to Paris," and I'd
say, "Okay, when do we sail?"

No, no, those were
just fun trips.

Oh, yes, they were fun.
And I'm so glad we took them.

But this was supposed to be
something quite different.

I know.

Those were escapes to get away
from the reality of New York.

I know.

You think I've been kidding
myself...

and that's what
this trip is, too.

Well, the realities in New York
had gotten pretty harsh.

I know.

Then we came out here,
and this place...

became far more real
than I ever imagined.

Just think how we must look
to John and Olivia Walton.

Well, just the same as they'd
look to us...

if they moved into an apartment
on Park Avenue...

without honestly wanting
to be there.

I guess I did all this
to run away from our old life.

Let's go back, Susan.
Let's go back to New York.

Okay.

I almost said,
"When do we sail?"

Yes....

Yes, let's go back
if you really want to.

But I think it's very important
that you know why.

This was all a dream.

You know, my father was right
about one thing.

He said that every man
was born to do a certain thing.

And I've suddenly realized that
I was not born to be a farmer.

Do you know, Ted, I have never
cared what your father thought.

But as for you,
that's something else.

Okay, when do we sail?

Well, we're finally off.

-Oh, Olivia, we're here.
-Hello, Susan.

-There's the taxi.
-I know.

-Will you write to me?
-Sure. You, too, okay?

-Erin....
-Okay.

-Good luck, Ted.
-Thank you.

-Ted, would you do me a favor?
-Of course, Mrs. Walton.

Well, would you give this to
your father?

I think it might amuse him.

Are you sure you want to part
with this?

No, I'm not. But Zeb thinks
it's been around long enough.

Indeed I do.

-Charles, are you ready?
-Yes, ma'am.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Thank you, Olivia. Take care.

And say goodbye to the rest
of the children and to John-Boy.

Alicia, John-Boy said to say
goodbye. He's in school.

-Give my best to Bertram.
-And Sabrina.

-Here you go.
-Thanks again, John.

Alright.

-Don't forget next summer.
-Have a good trip.

-Bye.
-Bye-bye.

We were never to see the
Hanovers again.

Although Erin did receive one
letter from Charles.

She carried it around
for a while...

pinned inside her dress
over her heart...

but then a new boy came along...

and the last reminder of the
Hanovers went out of our lives.

-Liv?
-Mm.

I think I can let go of the boys
when the time comes.

But I don't know how
it's going to be...

to give the girls
to some other man.

You probably won't have much
to say about it.

-Liv?
-Yes?

-Maybe they'll be old maids.
-I wouldn't count on it.

-Liv, I love you.
-Will you go to sleep?

-Goodnight, Liv.
-Goodnight, John.

Goodnight, Mama.
Goodnight, Daddy.

Goodnight, Mama.
Goodnight, Daddy.

Now look what you've started.

Goodnight, Mama.
Goodnight, Daddy.

Goodnight, Daddy.
Goodnight, Mama.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight.