All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S08E09.The.Violated.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Doesn't mean
your son won't be found.

I'm beginning to wonder. It's
been two months, three weeks

and five days since John-Boy
was reported missing in action.

I've known it
to take far longer than that.

I just wish
I didn't feel so helpless.

Ms. Walton, wait.

Maybe I could get you
to do me a favor.

The Red Cross asked me
to try and talk to you.

Your Frank's been worried about
you, wanted them to find out

why you haven't been
answering his letters.

Ain't none of your business.
It ain't nobody's business!

'Good day, Ms. Walton.'

Let's just stop
waltzing around, huh?

Hope you've thought about some
place to live 'cause you

sure as hell can't stay here.

- You can't run me off.
- I can't, huh?

I'm gonna run
you off right now.

You know a man named
Son Slater?

Yep, lives up
on Bascomb Ridge.

I want charges
brought against him.

- What for, Ms. Walton?
- Rape.

- May I come in?
- Mrs. Denman. Oh, yes.

Yes, come in.

Do you have some news?

It's the kind of news that can't
be given over the telephone.

[dramatic music]

[theme music]

[instrumental music]

(John-Boy)
There was hope in the air,
that second autumn

after Pearl Harbor.

The Allied forces were
finally on the offensive.

And in Winston Churchill's
words..

"Those who had sowed the wind
were now reaping the whirlwind."

But in our home, as in millions
throughout the nation there was

also anxiety for loved ones
away in military service.

Some of them would never return
and there were others whose

fate was at that time unknown.

The missing in action.

[intense music]

[moaning]

[gasping]

Liv? Honey, you alright?

It's always the same thing,
over and over.

Planes going down,
trailing smoke.

- Honey, you're dreaming
- I-I keep..

I keep seeing John-Boy
in that plane...wondering

what he's thinking when
he knows the plane is falling.

The horror, the panic.
I keep hearing him cry out.

Stop punishing yourself, honey.

It's alright.
It's alright.

Where are you going?

I'm going to look
in on my children.

I need to be sure
they're safe in their beds.

I'm hurting too, you know.

I know, John.

[dramatic music]

(Mrs. Denman)
'We're working on it.'

We have our Red Cross search
teams checking all hospitals

and prisoner-of-war camps all
the way across northern Europe.

But no luck yet?

Doesn't mean
your son won't be found.

I'm beginning to wonder.

It's been two months,
three weeks and five days

since John-Boy was
reported missing in action.

I've known it
to take far longer than that.

There are other camps,
other hospitals.

We haven't
exhausted our sources.

We'll keep coming back then.
Thanks for your help.

I'll call you when I get
our next progress report.

Just wish I didn't
feel so helpless.

Ms. Walton, wait.

Maybe I can get you
to do me a favor.

We've had a request
from a young GI

who comes from your area,
Frank Thatcher.

Yes. Young Frank, I know him.
He worked for me one summer.

He's being processed
to go overseas

and he's worried
about his wife.

She stopped writing him about
a month ago and he's asked

the Red Cross
to see if she's alright.

I didn't know
the Red Cross dealt with that.

You'd be surprised what
the Home Service Division

gets involved in.

Missing allotment checks,
emergency leave, pregnant wives

anything that affects the morale
of our men and their families.

What would I have to do?

We're running short of personnel
and you'd save us a long trip

if you could check up
on Mrs. Thatcher for us.

Find out if there's a problem,
why she hasn't been in touch.

That Thatcher place is
way back in the hills.

I could go up there
with Mary Ellen.

Our daughter's a county nurse,
gets lots of calls in that area.

We'd appreciate it, most of
our work is done by volunteers

and we're running pretty thin.

Looks like
I just volunteered.

- Bye, now.
- Bye.

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

Oh, please
tell me all..

- Hey, Ike, Corabeth.
- Hey, Jason.

What can I do for you?

I thought I'd have a bottle
of pop waiting for the bus.

Okay.

I am deeply grieved,
Cousin Eudora.

(Ike)
'What's the matter, Corabeth?'

You gonna be home
for Thanksgiving?

Oh, you bet, It's gonna take
more than the Army to keep me

away from mama's turkey and
dressing, here you go, Ike.

(Corabeth)
'Poor dear man.'

How were you able
to wrangle a furlough?

I made me a deal
with General Eisenhower.

I get Thanksgiving day off
and he's free to call me

anytime he wants
for military advice.

I see. I suppose you and
General Eisenhower are gonna be

sitting down and laying out
the second front, huh?

Yeah, yeah, we've been
talking about it, so..

Goodbye, Cousin Eudora.

I'm just so grateful
to you for letting me know.

[Corabeth sighs]

Corabeth,
what's the matter?

Uncle Lucas passed on.

Who is Uncle Lucas?

My late mother's
eldest brother.

And he was the kindest,
sweetest man that ever lived.

I cannot believe
that he's gone.

I was his favorite niece.

He was just so vibrant,
so enterprising.

Oh, in the kindest way,
of course.

I'm sorry to hear that,
Corabeth. You have my sympathy.

Uncle Lucas went to California
years ago to seek his fortune.

He built an empire
in land, oil, industry.

But he never let his vast wealth
keep him from his family.

'He was always concerned
about the well-being'

'of his loved ones.'

You say...you were
his favorite niece?

Always.

(Ike)
'Did he have any children?'

- We were his children.
- How about a wife?

(Corabeth)
'No, he never married.
Poor man.'

Mr. Godsey,
what are you suggesting?

Corabeth, don't you understand?
If you were his favorite niece

and he had all the money
that you said he had

we might be rich.

Mr. Godsey, how could you be
so gauche at a time like this?

You must excuse me.
I must retire to my bedroom.

[Corabeth sighs]

Well, what do
you think of that?

I don't think you ought to count
your chickens before they hatch.

This is not
chicken feed, Jase.

This is industry,
real estate, oil..

Yes, sir!

[dramatic music]

I don't know what Aunt Rose does
to her eggs but mine never

turn out like hers.

Seems funny not being crowded
at the table anymore.

House is so quiet with children
gone it gives me goose-bumps.

You think they might stay
in Roanoke with Cousin Phoebe?

Cousin Phoebe's got
a face like a sour pickle.

- And a disposition to match.
- Alright, son.

I expect they'll
be back soon, honey.

I packed a picnic
lunch for us, Mary Ellen.

Then we're all set to go,
I've got all my medical supplies

it'll be fun making
rounds with you, mama.

As long as I get
my Red Cross chore done.

Last time I saw Darcy,
she was getting used

to Frank being gone, her eyes
were all red from crying.

Corabeth says she hasn't seen
her at the store in a month.

She's probably real busy
keeping that little farm going.

She can't be too busy to write.
Must be something else.

You sure you
won't come?

I can't. Gotta get that order
ready, take it over to Fort Lee.

Means you'll be
gone overnight. I'll miss you.

Hurry back
I'll take you with me.

I'll try.

- I'll go with you, Daddy.
- Me, too.

Would you, really
and-and miss school?

- Sure.
- Sure.

- No.
- It's a good idea.

(Olivia)
'These eggs
aren't so bad, Erin.'

(John)
'Very good.'

Good morning, Mr. Godsey.

I was wondering if you
were ever going to get up.

Through the years, I have come
to realize that sleep is

the best remedy
for a grieving heart.

I've always been kind of partial
to the Baldwin ladies, recipe.

[chuckling]

I have allowed myself
to face the thought

that I might very well, receive
an inheritance from Uncle Lucas.

Oh, Good.

I've been hoping we could use
some of it for some improvements

here in the store.

No, that would be out
of the question.

Given the size
of the inheritance

I do believe that we will
no longer be needing the store.

No longer needing the store?
The store is our whole life!

Your life, Mr. Godsey.

My life is devoted
to the pursuit of art

of culture, of travel.
The finer things.

You don't know
what you're saying.

You've been right here
with me for five years.

I've enjoyed my time here but
I would've left this store

at the drop of a hat,
It is time for us

to enjoy life
to its fullest advantage.

That's what I mean, now
that we have a little money

we can improve the store, we
can build all new counters here

and a completely new
butcher shop back there

and out front,
a shiny new gasoline pump.

Uncle Lucas would come back
from the grave if he realized

that his vast fortune
was being squandered

on a second-class
mercantile store, in a remote

poverty-pitched corner
of Jefferson County, Virginia!

How can you say that, after all
the work we've put in?

This store has provided us
with a roof over our head

food in our mouth
and scarcely more.

What more could we want?

I do not wish
to discuss it.

I can see that our priorities
are a complete opposition.

The inheritance is mine
to do with as I see fit!

[intense music]

[dramatic music]

If the farm where I think it is,
is just around this next bend.

[instrumental music]

[vehicle approaching]

Don't bother getting
out of the truck.

- I ain't got time for talking.
- What's the matter, Darcy?

What do you want?

We just came to visit. This
is my mother, Olivia Walton.

Hi, Darcy.

The Red Cross asked me
to try and talk to you.

Your Frank's been worried about
you, wanted them to find out

why you haven't been
answering his letters.

Ain't none of your business.
It ain't nobody's business!

[intense music]

Darcy, let us in. She never
acted like this before.

Please, Darcy. We don't want
to make trouble for you.

We just want to talk.

[door creaking]

Would it be alright if we
came in for just a minute?

We've come a long way.

[melancholic music]

- Darcy, what's the gun for?
- Never know.

Might shoot me an animal.

You're acting awfully strange,
you know that?

You must get kinda
lonely up here.

How long has it been
since you've seen Frank?

Quiet a long spell, I don't
know. I lost track of the time.

He's going overseas, you know.

He wrote me about that.

My husband was
in the Army.

Nothing under the sun would've
kept me from writing to him.

If there's something wrong,
something he should know--

No! You tell him
you couldn't find me.

He loves you. He thinks
something awful happened--

Just do like
I told you. Please.

Darcy, what are
you afraid of?

I can't tell you.
Ain't nobody I can tell.

Darcy, I've had a lot
of practice with my daughters.

I know when they're hurting
and they're in trouble.

You can tell me.

About three weeks
ago...a man came along.

I knowed him.

I never did like
the way he looked at me.

He said he wanted to put
in a peach tree for me.

Little clingstone sapling
out of his own orchard.

I told him no need.

But he kept up...
and he kept up,

and I thought
I'd never get rid of him

unless I let him go ahead.

[Darcy sobbing]

'I stood out there watching
him while he planted the tree.'

Pretty soon he... got
to talking, all familiar-like.

And I got scared...
so I...scurried in the house.

He followed me,
he grabbed hold of me and...

I fought him. I fought him!

But he'd taken me.

Did you tell the sheriff?

Man said...he
wouldn't believe me.

Man said that he'd tell
him I asked him in.

- Frank would believe you.
- I can't ever tell him.

Darcy, you didn't do anything
wrong. It's not your fault.

It feels the same
as if I did.

I'm just so ashamed
I could die.

- Who was this man?
- I can't tell you that.

I want to be sure that he
doesn't come here anymore.

He did, once, but he left
when he seen I had a gun.

Can't you go
to your family?

I got nobody.

What about Frank's folks?

They was against
us getting married.

They'd say it was my fault.
I know they would.

I don't want you
staying up here alone.

I want you
to come home with us.

No way. No.

If it was some other kinda
trouble, if I was sick..

...or if I got word something
happened to Frank, I might.

This isn't the kind of hurting
you take to your neighbors.

We won't tell anyone.

I know you all mean
for the best

but I'd appreciate it
if I could be by myself, now.

[door creaking]

We'll come by
to see you again soon.

No need.

[melancholic music]

I poured lye on it.

[music continues]

[engine spluttering]

[engine revs]

[music continues]

[dramatic music]

Thank you
so very much.

[music continues]

I will let you know
if I need another demonstration.

[bells dinging]

Corabeth, what is all this?
And what is that car?

And what are all these
fancy clothes you're buying?

Mr. Godsey, I am soon
to be an heiress.

I must dress
and act the part.

Corabeth...

- You're not gonna buy that car?
- Who knows?

Oh! What a beautiful,
beautiful machine.

Such exquisite carpeting
and upholstery

and a full-tone radio
and a very powerful engine.

All this money that you're
spending on the fancy clothes

and fancy hairdos this is money
you don't even have yet.

Matter of fact, you might
not ever even get it.

Mr. Godsey, dearest.

All I want is to simply
take you away from all this.

Corabeth, a letter
came for you today.

Oh, I will look
at that later.

I have to, now,
call my real estate broker.

'I have him scouring
the countryside'

'for suitable
residences for us.'

Corabeth, the letter is
from your Cousin Eudora.

They read Uncle Lucas' will.

That's right and you've been
completely disinherited.

I sure hope you can get all your
money back on those fancy duds.

- There's a check in here!
- A check? How much is it for?

$18,000!

(Mary Ellen)
Sorry this outing
didn't turn out to be much fun.

I'd like to know the name
of the man that did that

to that poor child.

What could you
do about it?

I don't know, but for
a Christian woman I'm thinking

some pretty
terrible thoughts.

This is my last stop.
Old Joe Bascomb's place.

[harmonica playing]

How you feeling,
Mr. Bascomb?

Worse. Only breathing
about that deep.

You're still smoking, one reason
you're not feeling better.

Them pills and powders you left
didn't do no good at all.

But that green stuff
in the bottle...weren't bad.

Only, it didn't last.

- This is my mother.
- Hello, Mr. Bascomb.

- How'd do, ma'am?
- I'll leave you two bottles.

Doubt if I'll live long enough
to finish them off.

But you might leave three
or four, just in case.

Two should be just fine
until I come back.

Well, if it ain't
Nurse Mary Ellen!

Son Slater,
what are you doing here?

I been helping Mr. Bascomb out.
Checking his traps for him.

Looks like you got plenty in
them sacks. What is it? Muskrat?

Weren't nearly a thing in
them traps of yours, Joe.

But I brung you something
to eat, instead.

You sure you got them
traps set right, Son?

Set and baited,
just like you showed me.

[scoffs]

Can't even get out
to work my traps anymore.

Shows you how much good
them pills and powders does.

If it weren't for neighbors
around here I'd starve to death.

- Lady be your ma?
- Yeah.

Mama, this
is Son Slater.

I knowed you right off,
I seen you and Mr. Walton

once when I come
down for supplies.

- You related to Charlie Slater?
- Charlie's my uncle.

He's been cutting lumber for my
husband since I don't know when.

Well, I'm right glad
to know you, Mrs. Walton.

Here, take these home with you,
they'd be real good eating

and I got plenty more for Joe.

- Thank you.
- Thank you, Son.

I'll see you in a week,
Mr. Bascomb.

Huh, If I live that long.

You sure you don't want me
to put a change

- of clothes in for you?
- I wouldn't be good company.

I can't get that poor
young girl off my mind.

I don't like Mary Ellen
working up there.

Not with a man running
loose like that.

Neither do I.
But you know Mary Ellen.

She insists it's no more
dangerous than working

the night shift
at the hospital.

Just don't let
her go alone.

When I get back,
I'll take a look up there.

It tears me apart,
Darcy all alone, grieving,

thinking her life is ruined.

The only one that's gonna
convince her different is Frank.

She doesn't want
him to know.

She's not being
fair to him.

He's her husband.
He ought to know.

I've heard of husbands leaving
wives over something like this.

Liv, if he's any kind
of a husband at all

he'll wanna give her
some comfort.

I don't know what to do.

You should call Mrs. Denman,
get him an emergency furlough.

Do you think we have the right
to interfere like that?

If this isn't an emergency,
I don't know what is.

I'll call her.

You'd hardly recognize
the Beasley children.

They're taking their medicine
and playing in the sunshine,

Lady's turned
into a regular Tomboy

and Sam's grown two inches.

When do I get a chance
to go see them?

Not for a while.
Daddy get off okay?

Sure did.

Looks like he's missing
something special for dinner.

What you making, Elizabeth?

Cindy and I are making
peach pie for dessert.

I didn't know Ike carried
clingstone peaches.

Well, I thought you
and Mary Ellen brought these.

Found them in
this bag on the table.

[dramatic music]

You telling Darcy about trying
to get a furlough for Frank?

I'm not sure it's going
to come through.

Besides, we don't want
to scare her off.

- Morning.
- Darcy, may we come in?

We stopped off at Ike's
and brought you some supplies.

We thought you might
need a few things

since you haven't
been getting around.

Much obliged to you.
Sit yourselves down.

Oh, there's some letters
in here from Frank.

You've sort of been letting
your mail pile up, haven't you?

His handwriting's
like a little boy's.

I used to tease
him about it.

Maybe you'll feel
like answering him now.

When he first went in the Army,
I wrote him every day.

I can't now. He'd know.

If something terrible
happened to Frank

wouldn't you wanna know?

He had influenza once...when
we was first married.

Settled in his chest.

I sit up with him
all one night..

...waiting for
the cough to ease.

Just sat watching him..

'...praying for him,
loving him.'

Sometimes I wish that
cough had set deep..

...so he'd never
gone into the Army.

It's wrong to have
them kind of thoughts.

Was it Son Slater
who came up here that day?

No.

Don't make me
tell who it was.

I want him put away where he
can't hurt you or anybody else.

He wouldn't be put away.

He'd tell it his way.

People will believe him.

We believe you.
So would everyone else.

They'll say maybe I teased him
or I led him on.

They'll say I got
what I had comin' for me.

I keep asking myself
what did I do?

Was it something I said?

Did I say something
he could have took wrong?

Darcy, no man has
the right to lay hands

on a woman against her will,
no matter how she looks

'or talks or dresses.'

Now, what happened
was not your fault.

I've about pumped
that well dry taking baths.

I still feel dirty.

'And Son Slater
is walking around proud'

like what he done made him
some kind of a real man.

I'll go to
the sheriff with you.

No, ma'am.
How much do I owe you?

- Don't worry about it.
- I don't take charity.

We'll put it on our bill at
Ike's and settle with you later.

Don't you never tell Frank
that it was Son Slater.

'He'd shoot him for sure.'

I don't want Frank
to go to jail.

[melancholic music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[dramatic music]

- You sure you ought to do this?
- I gotta do something.

It seems better than going
after Slater with a rifle.

I gotta go get medical supplies,
I'll be back in half an hour.

Good luck.

- Good morning, Mrs. Walton.
- Hello, Abe.

You know a man named Son Slater?

Yep. Uh, lives up
on Bascomb Ridge.

Charlie Slater's nephew.

I want charges brought
against him.

- What for, Mrs. Walton?
- Rape.

He attacked you?

- No, a young mountain girl.
- Oh.

Why don't she come in
and make the charges herself?

Because she's frightened, alone,
doesn't know which way to turn.

Alone?

Her husband's
away in the Army.

Mrs. Walton, just how much do
you know about this young girl?

What's that got
to do with anything?

It's pretty easy for a girl
to make up a story like

that about a man.

Why on Earth would she want
to do a thing like that?

Who knows?
Maybe she wants attention.

Maybe she was mad at him.

Maybe she gave him
a come-hither look

and he turned her down.

Son Slater forced himself on
her, not the other way around.

Now, we have
to make sure of that.

And the law says we have
to know her background.

What kind of reputation
she has, moral character

stuff like that.

I don't see what that has
to do with anything.

It's Slater's moral character
we ought to be talking about.

Well, it's gonna be up
to her to prove

that she didn't encourage
Son's attentions.

And that she resisted
every way she could.

Sounds like she'll be
the one on trial.

It's a hard charge to prove.

Hard to prove
but not impossible.

You just bring her on in
and we'll have her swear

out a complaint and then
we'll see what we can do.

That girl has
been hurt enough.

I wouldn't dream
of putting her through

the kind of thing
you're talking about.

You believe Son Slater
just like all the other fine

red-blooded citizens
like yourself.

The verdict'd be in
before the trial even began.

'I can see now why she didn't
want to bring charges.'

And the worst thing is there's
a man up in those hills

who thinks he's gotten away
with something and he's right.

[dramatic music]

There's somebody here
to see me?

- What is it, Ike?
- Oh, I'm glad to see you.

They said
it was an emergency.

I-I wanted to talk to your
daddy but he was out of town

on business and, well, I had
to talk to somebody and..

...I-I need some
advice about Corabeth.

I got back from an overnight
hike about an hour ago

and you had them
wake me up for this?

Yeah, you're the steadiest
person I can think of next

to your daddy and, well, there
was nobody else I could turn to.

You're asking
the wrong guy, Ike.

When it comes to female
psychology, I flunk out.

She's giving me
a hard time.

You know how she used to be,
hard-working and-and now

I mean, she's
a completely changed person.

She gets up at any hour she
wants to and she's calling

her stock-broker all the time,
she's even taken an ad out

in the paper for
a French maid.

There's nothing wrong with
that if you can afford it.

Yeah, but, I need her,
the store needs her

and there's no
reasoning with her.

There's only
one thing to do then.

- What's that?
- Give her what she wants.

Jason, are you crazy?

Sometimes it's the easiest way
to change a woman's mind.

You sure you know
what you're talking about?

No, but it's the best I can
come up with on an hour's sleep.

Anyway, what have
you got to lose?

Good luck, Ike.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[gasps]

Good day, Mrs. Walton.

What do you want?

I happened to be in the
neighborhood thought'd drop in.

You get out of here.

Somebody's been
spreading lies about me

and I just wondered, could it be
you and that daughter of yours?

I haven't been
spreading any lies.

Maybe it's the truth
you're worried about.

That wife of Frank Thatcher's,
seems like she's just born

to make trouble.

And trouble is something
I don't cater to.

Then stay away from places
where you're not wanted

and stay away from Darcy.

And don't you ever
come back here again.

- Now, you listen to me.
- Don't come one step closer.

You keep spreading
lies about me

and I just may see
they come true.

You hear what I'm saying?

You turn around
and start walking

and don't you ever
come back here again.

You think you're a big man,
but you and I both know

'what you are.'

You're feisty, ain't you?

- Get out of here.
- I ain't in no hurry.

Well, I am.

[dramatic music]

Mama, there's a long distance
phone call for you.

- Here, take this.
- Are you alright?

Hello? Yes, Mrs. Denman.

How's the emergency
furlough coming along?

Three days? It's not very long,
but if it's the best we can do.

Tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock?
Yeah, I'll meet him.

Does he know?

I see.

Is there any news for us?

Yes, well, we'll keep in touch.

Thank you.

Someone trying to get
an emergency furlough?

You're gonna be late
back to work, Erin.

'And lock the car
doors when you go.'

[instrumental music]

- I'm going up there.
- If you were going tonight.

- I wouldn't have told you.
- I'm not going to have some man

coming on my property
and threatening my wife.

- He didn't hurt me.
- Do you want the man or not?

No, if you go there
tonight while you're all

upset you're not going
to settle anything.

- Liv, I--
- Please. wait till morning.

Please.

Alright, Liv.

Frank Thatcher's emergency
furlough came through.

I'm going to pick him up
at 10:30 in the morning.

- Does he know about Darcy?
- Not yet.

Alright. I'll
take care of Slater.

You think you
can handle Frank?

Looks like I'm
gonna have to.

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

Mr. Godsey.

I have never seen
anything like the colors

in the woods this year.

It is as if an artist had flung
his palette at the trees.

I doubt if there
is anything to equal it.

You know,
there's an ad here.

There's a house
for rent on the beach

in Florida for the winter.

Mr. Godsey, who
is minding the store?

Hmm? Elizabeth.

Do you think that
Elizabeth is old enough

to be stepping into my shoes?

No. As a matter of fact,
I kinda like the idea of youth.

I don't think you're over
the hill or anything.

It's just that Elizabeth
is full of life and energy.

'And she is willing
to learn and take orders.'

Well, I guess you will
be needing someone

now that I'm having to spend
so much time managing my estate.

Yes, matter of fact, Elizabeth
came up with a very good idea.

She wants
to make an improvement.

She wants to put
in a record department.

She knows
all the dance bands.

And that way it'll bring
the kids into the store.

What will it be like
for the other customers

when they try placing an order
and have to listen to

the "Boogie Woogie
Bugle Boy" of Company B?

Corabeth, you got
to go along with the times.

Now, Mr. Godsey..

[bells dinging]

Corabeth,
I have made up my mind.

But, Mr. Godsey, we have
a reputation to maintain.

Elizabeth, have you finished
putting away the produce?

Yep, and I dusted the shelves,
stacked the soap boxes

filled the candy case
and washed the fingerprints

'off the front door.'

I guess we won't be needing you
anymore today. Thanks a lot.

Ike, could you make sure that
this gets the proper postage?

Well, sure.

You still writing
to John-Boy.

Sure. When they find him they
can forward the letters to him.

He'll have all the news,
if they locate him.

(Elizabeth)
'When they locate him,
Corabeth.'

- Well, I'll see you later.
- Okay.

Bye, Elizabeth.

You know, Mr. Godsey,
it has occurred to me

that the purchase
of a large automobile

at this time would
be most inappropriate.

Yeah, I guess,
that's a good idea.

Well, with gasoline rationing
and everything.

I think the best investment
I could make at this time

would be...in war bonds.

Spoken in the spirit
of the times.

Then when the war is over
and the seas are safe

we could take a world cruise.

Yeah. By then Elizabeth
will be old enough

to take complete charge
of the store.

Well, I would feel
much better about that

if I were given
the full responsibility

of her training.

Oh, uh, you mean, you'd
like your old job back?

Well, if you don't
object to working

with a woman who
is not quite so youthful.

There's nothing
like a mature woman.

[instrumental music]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

Uncle Charlie told me
I'd find you up here, Slater.

Who-who are you?
Oh.

That's right,
I'm John Walton.

Now, look, Mr. Walton I-I didn't
say nothing bad to your wife.

You said she lied.
You threatened her.

A-A man has
to protect his good name.

The deputy came up and he was
nosing around asking questions.

Suppose you didn't have
any answers for him, did you?

That Thatcher girl
can say what she likes

but a woman don't get
took unless she wants to.

You ought to be in jail
and you would be except

I don't want Darcy
to have any more pain.

I done her a favor.
She was lonely.

I just give her
a little companionship.

Let's just stop
waltzing around, huh?

Hope you've thought about some
place to live 'cause you sure

as hell can't stay here.

- You can't run me off.
- I can't, huh?

I'm gonna run you
off right now.

- How long it take you to pack?
- Now, hold on there.

You-you're a
red-blooded man, John.

'Put yourself in my place.'

That pretty little girl running
around up there all by herself

in them thin little dresses.

Tell the truth, John.
You'd have done the same thing--

I don't like laying
hands on you, Slater.

I hate to think
what I might do.

Okay, okay. I've been thinking
about going up north anyway.

You do that, Slater.

I don't ever want to see
your face around here again.

[dramatic music]

Are you Frank Thatcher?

Yes, ma'am.
You must be Mrs. Walton.

I am. Let's go. I know you must
be in a hurry to see Darcy.

They didn't tell nothing about
her except she wasn't sick.

They said you'd tell me.

- She is sick, isn't she?
- No. She's not sick.

Why don't you get
in the car?

[instrumental music]

'The CO called me in to tell
me something was wrong at home.'

'And the Army was giving me
an emergency furlough.'

Only thing I could figure was
Darcy was sick or hurt herself.

That explains why
she hasn't been writing to me.

Something happened to her.

Something she felt
she couldn't talk to you about.

Well, we never had
any secrets from each other.

It must have
been pretty bad.

A man came up to the farm,
acting neighborly.

He found her alone
and...he took advantage of her.

What do you mean,
"took advantage"?

He forced himself on her.

'She was ashamed and frightened.
She had no one to turn to'

'And...she was afraid
you'd find out.'

'I think she was afraid
of what you might do.'

'And she felt like
she'd been ruined for you.'

I wanted you to see her before
you go overseas because I was

afraid she might not
be here when you got back.

Who was he?

Frank.

Why didn't you tell me?

I was too ashamed.

I remember how Son Slater used
to slink around looking at you

like he could see right
through what you were wearing.

'It was him, wasn't it?'

I'm sorry, Frank.

I should have gone after
him before I ever left.

He'll get
himself killed.

- No, Darcy.
- Frank, stop! Please!

Now, hold on,
son, hold on.

If you're looking for Slater
it's too late, he's gone.

I'll find him.
Wherever he is.

Wait a minute!

The man is not worth
ruining your life over!

Your wife is more important now.
She needs your help.

Listen to her, son.

[instrumental music]

[melancholic music]

(Frank)
I love you, Darcy.

[instrumental music]

You don't think Son Slater will
come back after Frank leaves?

Not a chance,
not to these hills.

Just wish we had him locked
up somewhere so he

could have a nice long time
to think about what he did.

I can't believe the law
doesn't make that possible.

Maybe someday.

[knocking on the door]

Hello, Mr. Walton.
May I come in?

Mrs. Denman.
Yes. Yes, come in.

Do you have some news?

The kind of news I have can't
be given over the phone.

Your son's been found,
wounded but alive.

He's being flown back
to an Army hospital

outside of Washington,
you'll be able to see him.

How bad is he?

It's very serious.

[dramatic music]