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Hold it!

Don't I know you from somewhere?

You want coffee, you better ask for it yourself.

-What's going on around here? -Ain't no concern of yours.

Well, I'm making it my concern.

That's the way it is here, mister.

I don't know who you are, mister,

but I'm the law around here. I'm telling you to clear out, fast.

Now, if the law allows this kind of thing, it stinks!

Come on, Harley, let's get out of this cesspool.

What was this Leroy fellow supposed to be in prison for?

It was murder. He killed a white man.

If you start running, they're gonna think you're the man,

they're gonna come after you.

A 24-hour start, John. That's all I ask.

I gotta pick him up and turn him over to the proper authorities.

You wouldn't be hiding him, would ya?

He was railroaded, I can prove it. I just need a little time.

You can't put yourself above the law, that's what you're trying.

We're on to something, Ep, I'm telling you!

You're gonna have to answer to the law yourself.

JOHN-BOY: By the spring of 1945,

there were no young men left on Walton's Mountain.

But with the Allied Forces close to victory in Europe,

hope grew that soon they would be returning home.

The cost of defending our freedoms ran high.

And in our patriotic fervor, we sometimes failed to realize

that those freedoms were too often not evenly distributed.

How'd you learn to tie knot like that? In the Boy Scouts?

The Boy Scouts kind of passed over my neighborhood,

but I did a little hitch in that other war in the Navy.

-See any action? -Down in the galley mostly.

Franklin Delano Roosevelt was the Secretary of the Navy then.

I've always been proud to say I served under him.

He's over in these parts, over Warm Springs, Georgia.

Taking a rest.

Only rest any of us are going to get is when this war is over.

Harley, you forgot your lunch.

-Morning, John. -Morning, Verdie.

That's the second time this week you've forgotten it.

Don't you think I've got better things to do

than go chasing around after you?

Like what? Now, that's how you got me in the first place.

And I'd do it all over again.

(GIGGLING)

Come on, sailor, we got work to do.

-Hot coffee, John. Harley. -Thank you, Rose.

You two have a good trip, you hear?

Thank you, Rose. Don't wait supper, now.

I tell you, without the boys to help him, having Harley here

has made all the difference in the world to John.

Oh, it's everybody working together

that's got us ahead in this war.

Oh, I think peace is just around the corner, I'm sure of it.

-Families together again. -Oh, that'll be a nice feeling.

Rose, what do you hear from Jeffrey and Serena?

Well, they're happy to be back with their father.

Oh, it's for the best.

He has a nice new wife, to help him get straightened out.

Elizabeth, how come you stood me up?

What?

I've been waiting for you over at the bridge.

Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot all about it.

-Whose horses are these? -They're ours.

Mr. Luke Bridgewater owed Daddy some money

and so instead he offered him the horses.

The mare is Molly and the foal is Pepper.

Yeah, they look like pretty good stock.

Daddy's going to sell the foal soon as he's old enough,

but I get to keep the mare.

Oh, yeah? You always did want your own horse, huh?

Isn't she pretty?

We get to ride all day Saturday and after school.

-We? I don't have a horse. -Oh, I meant me and Molly.

Oh. Where's your books? We're going to be late for school.

Oh, you better go on without me, I still gotta water them.

-Oh, I don't mind waiting. -That's okay.

-Well, I'll see you later then? -Bye-bye.

(HORSE NEIGHS)

Guess the old buggy's overheating again.

I better change the fan belt. Why don't you fill the Thermos?

Alright.

Where you had them Krauts working today, Jimmie?

Cutting timber up on the ridge.

I've got to get them back to the POW camp tonight.

-They good workers? -Ooh! They better be.

The way the war is going, they know they're well out of it.

(CHUCKLING)

I'd be much obliged if I could buy some coffee.

We're out of coffee.

SERVER: You must be a stranger around here.

Yeah, I'm just passing through.

Then you just keep on passing.

I won't be sitting at your counter

I just want some coffee to go.

Get moving, boy.

JIMMIE: This here is government business.

German POW work gang

and we don't want any trouble from the likes of you.

Now, you hear me, boy?

I'll get moving, alright. But I'm not your boy.

Hold it! Don't I know you from somewhere?

You want coffee, you better ask for it yourself.

-What's going on around here? -Ain't no concern of yours.

Well, I'm making it my concern.

You mean to say, you'd serve this here bunch of Nazis,

you won't serve this man?

-That's the way it is here, sir. -Well, that ain't right.

This man fought in the last war. He's got a son in the Pacific.

-John, it's not important. -Hell, it's not important!

Hey, I don't know who you are, mister,

but I'm the law around here.

I'm telling you to clear out, fast.

Now, if the law allows this kind of thing, it stinks!

Easy, John.

Come on, Harley, let's get out of this cesspool.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Harley. I knew that was it.

(CHANCE MOOING)

Mary Ellen, what's wrong with Chance?

ERIN: Cindy, what are you doing?

Trying to learn how to milk a cow.

I can't figure out how it starts or stops.

Isn't Easy Jackson supposed to do that?

Oh, he came by today to pick up his pay

and then he said he's going on vacation.

Easy was born on vacation.

He wasn't much, but at least he was someone to help around here.

-What are we gonna do? -I'll tell you what we're not.

And that's bother Daddy with this right now.

-We're gonna manage. -No, Cindy, we'll manage.

-Wait! -Get up, here, take this.

Chance and I were starting to get to know how to do this.

She'll hold still if you give her something to eat.

ERIN: Mary Ellen, you and I'll have to split the chores.

You do the feed and I'll do the milking, we'll share the rest.

Look, both you guys have jobs.

Why can't I be the hired lady around here?

Because you have a baby to take care of,

and you're too pretty to walk around smelling like a barn.

You also didn't grow up in the country like we did.

I'm going to be in the kitchen helping Rose get dinner.

(SIGHS)

We'll be in as soon as we finish here.

ROOSEVELT: And this is no call for charity.

This is our chance to serve those who serve us.

As their Commander-in-Chief,

I call upon you, my fellow Americans,

to oversubscribe the 1945 Red Cross War Fund.

We cannot give too much

to those who have given us the heroic hazard of their lives.

ANNOUNCER: You have been listening to the voice

of President Franklin Delano Roosevelt.

And now, the Armed Forces Radio Service

brings you your favorite music from home.

(I'LL BE SEEING YOU PLAYING ON RADIO)

I'll Be Seeing You. It's our song. Cindy's and mine.

Reminds me of the most romantic night in my life.

At ease, men, and listen good.

This outfit might be shipping out at any time

for a combat zone.

From now on, you will keep your weapons within reach

and your helmets on your heads while working.

Even at KP, Chief?

You look pretty stupid just as you are, Walton.

You'd look even worse with a hole in your head.

Remember, stay alert,

so you can stay alive.

Jones, Thompson, you two come with me.

Norman, you and Walton get your gear

and head back to that barracks job you were on yesterday.

He's not human.

Forget it, Ben, let's hear some more of that song.

(SIGHS)

(SONG CONTINUES ON RADIO)

I finished my letter to Jason.

Are you finished with yours to John-Boy?

Oh, in just a second.

Don't tell him about Molly. I want to do that.

(CHUCKLING) There you go.

-Are you ready for Jim-Bob? -I already did Jim-Bob.

No, that was Jason.

These round-robin letters are making me dizzy.

Be sure you get them all in the right envelopes!

Well, I've already addressed the envelopes.

There's one to Sergeant John Walton, Junior,

and that will go to Paris.

Jason Walton, somewhere in France, we think.

Ben Walton, with the Seabees in the South Pacific.

And Corporal James Robert Walton, Langley Field, Virginia.

All accounted for.

I'm surprised Cindy didn't want to be a part of this.

I think she's mad at us 'cause we won't let her do any chores.

-She can have mine. -You stay out of this.

She's too delicate to be doing heavy work.

Well, that's not all. Cindy's very sensitive.

You have to be tough to do farm chores.

Besides, we promised Ben we'd look after her.

He'd never forgive us if we had her slopping pigs.

Well, I'd like to see you try and stop her

if she takes the notion to pitch in.

We're just going to have to strong-arm her

and you're going to help.

(EXCLAIMS)

Well, Lord have mercy. I pity the poor fellows

that have to come home to the likes of you two.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, it certainly looks like

it's going to be a nice sun-shiny spring day.

I hope we get some deliveries in. We getting low on stuff.

Corabeth, you're putting nickels in where the quarters go, there.

Mr. Godsey,

I think I am having a vision.

And you've got dimes in with the pennies there.

This article says that there is to be a post-war economic boom,

the likes of which this country has never seen.

Soldiers will be coming home with their mustering-out pay.

Industry will be converting to peacetime uses.

And new houses will be built across the land.

And real-estate prices

will soar, Mr. Godsey, soar!

Well, that's fine, but what am I supposed to do for change?

But don't you see? That is my vision!

I shall be the Jeanne d'Arc of the real-estate business.

Get burned at the stake.

Just like you did when you opened

the dancing school and the beauty parlor

and the hat store here and the tea parlor.

They were all disasters!

It's not the same thing at all. This is entirely different.

It's different? I'll tell you what's different. It's women.

You just don't know your place in the world.

Look, you know how long that button has been missing?

Oh, please. My time is extremely valuable.

Oh, yeah, your time is valuable. You're busy being Joan of Arc,

while I'm walking around with holes in my socks

and I'm having canned tomato soup for supper.

Why aren't women like they used to be?

Oh! You mean drones, galley slaves,

poor silly creatures who devote themselves to men

and then are tossed aside ever so lightly?

No. No.

They got to be warm and caring

like my mother used to be.

I can remember coming home after school.

And my mother would always have a platter

of homemade peanut butter cookies

and she'd have a cold pitcher of milk for me,

and I could smell the baked bread coming out of the oven.

We didn't have much,

but my mother made a real home out of it, a real home.

Why, Mr. Godsey

you've never expressed these ideas to me before.

Well, I guess I just always thought

I'd come home to the smell of baked bread.

But I guess those days are gone forever and ever.

Well.

Think we'll ever get around to finishing this office?

You stop coming around to play cribbage, I might just do that.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm not here for cribbage today, John.

-Is Harley around? -No.

Joe Murdock had some timber to cut. Harley went with him.

Yeah.

Say, did you two get into some kind of fracas

yesterday at a place called the Elite Cafe?

How'd you hear about that?

I got a call from a deputy who was there.

Said he recognized Harley and asked me to come check him out.

That two-bit deputy was mad at me.

He's trying to take it out on Harley.

Wait, John. He was a guard on a road gang some years back.

He claims that Harley Foster's real name is Leroy Harley,

and he's a convict who escaped about eight years ago

and never been caught.

-You believe that? -Well, of course not.

I could settle it real quick

if I knew a little more about Harley.

Where he's from, what he was doing around that time.

Harley was born in Florida, he grew up in Simpson County.

He served in the war, wandered around during the Depression,

he come here, he married Verdie. You know Harley!

Yeah.

Well, I'll check it out.

I'll tell that deputy he's got the wrong man.

Tell him to go to hell for me, will you?

Oh, I'll give him your best.

Oh, look, John,

I'd like to settle all this

and not let Harley know anything about it.

-Okay? -Alright.

I'll get back in a day or two,

maybe we can squeeze in a game of cribbage?

Guess I'm about four games ahead of you, ain't I?

I hope you're a better sheriff than a cribbage player.

I'm the one who's four games ahead.

-Hey, Ep. -Yeah?

What was this Leroy fellow supposed to be in prison for?

It was murder. He killed a white man.

Cindy!

Whoa there, Cindy.

You're going to break your back with that old hoe.

Oh, that's okay. I need the exercise.

Then why don't you bundle Virginia up

and take her for a long walk?

(CHUCKLING) Virginia's taking a nap.

I think it would be a good if you joined her

and keep your young skin out of this sun.

Rose, it's 11:00 in the morning. I can't sleep now.

Forty winks a day keep the wrinkles away! Now you scoot.

Here, go ahead, dear.

(SIGHS)

Oh, I guess I'll go write Ben.

Here, ho. That's a good girl.

Elizabeth, telephone. It's Drew.

I can't talk to him now.

It's the second time he's called.

Tell him I'll call back. I can't talk to him.

If you say so.

(IKE GARGLING)

What's that?

It is a letter, Mr. Godsey. Why don't you open it?

Is it from you?

Now, Mr. Godsey, who else leaves letters on your pillow?

You know, the last time you left me a note,

you told me you were leaving me.

You're not leaving me, are you, Corabeth?

Why don't you open it? I think you will find it enlightening.

"Dearest, Ike, I feel I have failed you as a wife."

-Corabeth, that's not true. -Read on.

"I cannot continue as assistant manager of Godsey's Mercantile

"and do full justice to my domestic responsibilities.

"Consequently, I hereby tender my resignation from the store."

Are you serious?

The words, Mr. Godsey, the words.

"From this moment on,

I shall first of all be your devoted wife."

Have you thought this over carefully?

Ever since you opened my eyes to your true needs.

I shall darn your socks, sew on your buttons,

mend your shirts and fill the house

with the aroma of freshly baked bread.

But, Corabeth, who's going to help me run the store?

Oh, Mr. Godsey!

Now, you took care of the store long before I came along.

Don't you see? This is the beginning of a new era for us.

Now, you must get into bed and rest.

You've had a very hard day.

I shall return au naturel.

Now, Corabeth, you know I don't understand French.

You won't need to, Mr. Godsey.

(BIDS FAREWELL IN FRENCH)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Stars and Stripes. Sergeant Walton.

Yes, Captain, I appreciate your calling back.

Did you find out anything?

Not a trace? Are you sure?

Yes, sir, that's the right name.

Walton, Jason W., Sergeant, Infantry.

Well, thank you for trying.

No, he's my brother.

He's over here somewhere and I'm trying to get in touch with him.

If you find out anything, will you let me know?

Thank you, sir.

-Where are we? -Somewhere south of Paris.

You mean we went through Paris and I was asleep?

Not much to see, it was dark.

My brother is stationed there.

Sorry, Sergeant. Didn't see anyone out to meet us.

Must not have known you were coming.

Well.

Got a critter raiding your chickens, John?

Just the opposite.

I got a rooster who wants to see the world.

Every time I patch one hole, he makes another.

Sounds like my business. Is Harley back yet?

What's up?

Well, John,

they never heard of him in Florida.

Think I'd better go on over there, see if he's home.

-I'll go with you. -Suit yourself.

What you planning on growing in here, anyway?

I saw some wild geraniums over at the old Montgomery cabin,

I figured they should do their blooming in our window box,

so we can all enjoy them.

I ain't never seen no woman carry on so

about flowers the way you do.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

-Harley, Verdie. -Hello.

Something we can do for you, gentlemen?

Well, I hate to bother you folks like this.

I'm going to have to ask you a few questions, Harley.

Honey, why don't you go inside and fix our guests some coffee?

Whatever it is, I want to be here.

Alright.

Have you ever heard the name Leroy Harley?

He somebody I should know?

He was a convict who escaped

from a county work gang about eight years ago

after serving seven years of a sentence for murder.

That deputy I had a run-in with a couple of days ago,

he keeps telling Ep you're the same man.

(EXCLAIMS)

That can't be, and you know it!

Well, Harley, if you could just prove where you were

while this other fellow was doing time,

then I can tell this deputy he needs to have his eyes checked.

Tell him anyway! We've known Harley too long for all this.

John, I don't like this any better than you do. Alright?

Now, Harley, I checked with your hometown,

and they don't know anything about you.

Where I come from, they don't keep records on white folks,

much less us.

Sheriff, it's hard to believe you feel the need

to go prying into Harley's past.

Well, I keep hoping that this deputy will figure

he's done enough mischief and back off.

Until he does, I'd appreciate it if you'd stick around, Harley.

Sooner or later we'll get it all cleared up.

I gotta get back to town.

I'm sorry, Harley. I feel responsible for this.

It's not your fault, John.

-Hey, Josh. -Hello, Mr. Walton.

What did Sheriff Bridges want, Daddy?

Nothing for any of us to be worried about, Son.

Ep doesn't really believe that Harley is the man they're after!

No. He's caught in the middle. He's just doing his duty.

Well, it's an outrage, that's what it is.

To serve German prisoners and refuse to serve an American!

And we send soldiers oversea to fight for freedom

and then some people over here don't even have it.

Negro soldiers are being killed just as dead as white ones.

I read the other day that Lena Horne

was appearing at a prisoner-of-war camp,

when she came out on stage she saw that the German prisoners

were seated in the front rows

and the American guards, which were mostly negro men,

were seated in the back.

I'll bet she had a few choice words.

She didn't say anything. She marched down the middle aisle

turned her back to the prisoners and sang to the American guards.

That's the kind of courage it's going to take

to change things around.

I'm afraid we're going to see a lot more trouble before that.

I got news. I've got new pants.

I see that. Who got you those? Your mommy?

(STAMMERING) No. From Pat.

From Pat? Where does she live? On the next farm?

-Yeah. -Okay, good.

VERDIE: Hurry, Josh, we'll be late for prayer meeting.

(CHUCKLING) He's dragging his feet as usual.

Same way I was at his age.

Are you sure you don't want to come with us?

I don't like leaving you here alone.

I reckon I could use a little praying tonight,

but I'll just let you do it for me.

You're not dwelling on that business

Ep was here about, are you?

No.

Mostly what I'm dwelling on is you.

Must be a full moon tonight.

I ever tell you how lucky I feel loving a woman like you

and being loved back?

Good times or bad, you've been a real comfort to me.

-I'll stay home. -Uh-uh. I'll get Josh moving.

(DOOR OPENING)

Your mama's waiting.

Why do I have to go if you don't?

Well, now, that's a pretty good question.

I reckon it's 'cause I want you to become

a better man than I am.

-But nothing's wrong with you. -Glad you think so, Son.

I bet Jody didn't have to go to prayer meeting.

Your big brother went so regular they almost made him chaplain

when he joined the Navy.

Now, you run along now, one of us got to get to heaven,

or your mama's gonna be lonesome up there

when her time comes.

Okay.

(SIGHS)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Well, Sergeant, what's your complaint?

Too loud, too soft, or just too marvelous for words?

No complaints.

I was just wondering, haven't I heard that song before?

That's an original approach.

Whatever happened to, "Haven't we met somewhere?"

My brother wrote that melody, I'd swear to it.

And I suppose your brother's name is Jason.

As a matter of fact, it is.

-Walton? -Walton.

I'm his older brother. He calls me John-Boy.

You must be that crazy WAC he met at Camp Rockfish.

Jason said that?

I think he likes you a little bit.

Well, sit down, John-Boy,

and tell me about it for a couple hours.

What are you doing here?

I'm driving for a colonel. How about you?

I'm working out of the Stars and Stripes office.

They send me out into the field, now and then,

-but most of the time I'm here. -Small world.

Well, just might be smaller if I could find out where Jason is.

-He's headed this way? -As a replacement, I think.

Haven't you heard from him?

No. I've been on the move so much,

my mail hasn't begun to catch up with me yet.

With all the pull I've got you'd think I could locate him.

Well, look, I've got more connections

than the Manhattan Water Department!

I'm working for a really big-shot colonel.

-I'll find him. -I'll bet you don't.

Not before I do.

-I'll take that bet. -A bottle of champagne?

-You're on. -Alright.

Oh, good evening, Corabeth. Haven't seen much of you today.

Well, you left right after the cordon bleu.

I thought perhaps you were stepping out on me.

(LAUGHS)

Well, I didn't get much further than the fancy soups here.

Corabeth, I gotta put a few of these cans up.

I'll be along in just a few minutes.

By the way, is there anything

you'd like me to pick up on the way home?

Well, perhaps some starch.

I thought you might like your shirts

a little crisper from now on.

Corabeth, you're too good to me.

Well, I must get back to my domain.

I have a few more wifely chores I must do.

Oh, Corabeth,

I want to thank you for this.

And I really do appreciate you taking good care of me.

Well, I rather enjoy it, Mr. Godsey,

it's a pleasant change for me.

Um, Mr. Godsey,

you are putting the corn in the green vegetable section.

-It goes over there. -Oh! Thank you, sweetheart.

But that's where I like to put 'em.

-John. -Is that you, Harley?

-I have to talk to you. -Come on in.

Just figuring what we need to start that new job...

tomorrow.

I won't be here tomorrow.

Came to ask you to look after Verdie and Josh for me.

What are you talking about?

I'm telling you, I'm the man they're looking for.

I'm Leroy Harley.

I came to see you because you're the only man I can trust.

Because you stood up for me the other day.

I have to get away.

Harley, you just can't walk in here

and tell me you're a fugitive from justice and walk on out.

Ain't no way I'm letting them take me back.

How do you know I'm not gonna call Ep, soon as you go?

'Cause you know me, John, and you know I'm not a killer.

Harley, well...

Why don't you sit down and tell me all about it?

(SIGHING)

I come from a sharecropping family down South.

We worked hard, but the land was poor

so there was never enough to eat.

After our son Jody was born, my wife Lily and I moved into town.

And I learned to become a pretty good mechanic.

The trouble started a few years after that.

I fixed a car for a big shot down there.

His family owned about everything in town.

Him and his brother came in one night to pick it up.

They were both drunk.

I tried to collect for the job.

The owner of the car thought it was too much.

He started pushing me around.

I was trying to protect myself.

He was swinging this big wrench at me.

To keep from falling into the lube pit

I shoved him away.

There was grease on the floor.

He slipped. He went down hard.

He hit his head on a tire rim.

He didn't get up.

I swear to God, John, I was only trying to protect myself.

There's no other witness except the man's own brother?

Yeah, and there was no doubt about

what the verdict was going to be.

-Did you have a lawyer? -Yeah, a man named Moore.

There was a lot of talk in the town against me.

People didn't take too kindly to him saving me from hanging.

He kept telling me he was going to get a new trial but

he never did.

I heard later he moved to Richmond.

It was about 15 years ago.

VERDIE: Harley!

I figured you were still at prayer meeting. Where's Josh?

He's with the preacher's wife.

I felt something was wrong when we left home.

When I was sitting in church,

something came over me that I ought to come back.

I found the note you left.

I don't care what you're accused of.

If you're leaving, I'm going with you.

Wouldn't be any kind of life for you, Verdie, or Josh.

What kind of a life do you think we'll have without you?

You're innocent, Harley. Stay here and fight it.

Clear your name.

I was innocent all of them years I spent in the work camps.

Eating wormy gruel before sunup.

Slop for supper after dark.

And in between nothing but back-breaking work.

Waist-deep in water hauling stumps out of swamps.

Beatings, leg irons, the sweatbox if you complained.

I knew men who broke their own legs

to keep from going on the work gang.

Later I got word my wife Lily was dead.

I knew Jody was alone. I couldn't stand that.

I'd been in that place long enough to figure a way out.

So, one night I made a break for it.

I was lucky.

I outsmarted the dogs and the posse.

Couldn't let my son grow up an orphan.

Is that when you come here?

We kept moving till I thought it was safe.

I knew it was time to stop running because you were here.

A 24-hour start, John. That's all I ask.

Twenty-four hours, Harley, two days, a week...

If you start running, they're gonna think you're the man,

they're gonna come after you.

No, I'll head north. Change my name again.

I'll send for you when it's safe.

Spend your life looking over your back,

waiting for them to catch up?

Harley, you got a new life here. You got a family.

You've proved that you're a benefit to society.

There's got to be something to be done, a new trial, a pardon.

Listen to him, Harley. Things are changing.

(SIGHING) They're no different back where I come from.

She's right. Things are changing.

The barriers are coming down, Harley.

You got to trust justice some day.

Justice ain't the same for everybody.

What about this lawyer?

Let me see if I can find him, get something started.

What about Sheriff Bridges?

He doesn't know you're the man for sure.

-We still got some time. -Please, honey.

Harley, I promise you, if it doesn't work out

I won't stand in your way. I give you my word.

Well, hello, Elizabeth.

You seem to be spending an awful lot of time

with that horse of yours recently.

It's a big responsibility.

Yes, I remember how it was at your age to ride the wild wind,

astride a handsome horse,

feeling all that strength and power.

I'd like to buy some jodhpurs. Do you carry them?

I don't know, you'll have to ask Mr. Godsey.

I am no longer employed at the mercantile.

I am simply another housewife, shopping for her husband.

-You are? -I am.

And I am seriously considering going to Rockfish.

Mr. Godsey simply does not have the merchandise he used to have.

(HAMMERING)

Walton! Wear it!

And you'll need this, too!

Oh, come on, Chief.

There isn't a Japanese troop within 100 miles of us.

They don't send calling cards, Walton.

The next time I catch you without either one of those,

you're going on report.

Now get back to work! We're behind schedule.

You heard me, Walton, move it!

Moore, Nathan Moore.

I'd like to know if he's practicing in the state.

Yes, please.

I'm trying to locate

that lawyer friend of yours at Bar Association.

The man could be dead by now.

Yes?

He's retired?

Have you got an address on him?

I sure would appreciate that.

Call me collect when you find out.

Thank you.

They're going to try to locate him.

Can't help thinking I could probably

be clean out of the state by now.

Come on, let's get to work.

Hi, Cindy. What are you up to?

I'm trying to fix this latch on the door.

I'm afraid Chance is going to wander out some night.

Let me help you, you'll get splinters.

I can do it!

Hey, I'm sorry.

Look, it's just that everybody around here thinks

that I can't do anything except wash diapers and curl my hair.

I'm about ready to explode.

Yeah, well, don't do it on my account, huh?

I'm sorry. It's not your fault.

Look, I think Elizabeth's over there with the horses.

Yeah, I know. Isn't she always?

(LAUGHING)

Elizabeth, you sure are hard to get a hold of.

Molly knows me? She comes to me when I come to the corral.

Well, she ought to, you're with her enough.

Every spare moment's important.

You know, I forget, are we going steady or what?

Not unless you've found another girl.

Well, I mean, we hardly see each other anymore.

You got that job at the soda fountain.

Oh, don't blame it on me!

It's okay. I know you're trying to buy a car.

Well, look, I got Saturday morning off. How about a picnic?

The last time we went on a picnic,

you brought a fishing pole, I brought the food.

I had the same thing in mind for this time.

I'll see what I can do. The ride will be good for Molly.

What am I supposed to do, ride alongside on my bike?

You can ride Blue.

That old mule? Not on your life.

It was good enough for my brothers.

It's not good enough for me.

Okay, I'll meet you there. 10:00, Drucilla's Pond?

Yeah, I guess.

Hmm. The stupid rooster's out again.

Could you put him back for me?

-Sure, why not? -10:00.

Okay.

(CAR DOOR CLOSING)

-Well, hello, Verdie. -Sheriff.

-Harley around? -Not right now.

Are you sure?

-It's serious, isn't it? -Yeah.

I'm going to have to look around inside.

But I told you, Harley's gone.

There's nobody here but Josh and me.

Verdie.

Come here, Josh.

Verdie, I'm real sorry about this.

-Mama? -(SHUSHING) Hush now.

Is Harley over at John's place?

-I don't know where he is. -Verdie.

I'm going to have to find him sooner or later

you know that.

Take the shortcut through the woods to the Walton's.

Tell your daddy the sheriff's here. Now hurry!

-Howdy, John. -Ep, how's it going?

(SIGHING)

Not too well, John.

About as jagged as the teeth on that old buzz saw.

Harley ain't working with you here today, is he?

No, he's not. As a matter of fact, I could use some help.

No, I got him out looking for some equipment.

What?

John, I find that kind of funny.

What did you send him off like that for?

I told him to stick around here. I have some more questions.

Is that what you're here for? To ask some more questions?

No, John, I...

I got a warrant here for Harley's arrest.

And some papers that identify him

as the man they're looking for, take a look.

Harley ain't no murderer and you know it.

That's not for you or me to decide, John.

I gotta pick him up and turn him over to the proper authorities.

Sorry, Ep, can't help you.

You can't help, or you won't?

John? John?

You wouldn't be hiding him, would you?

Ep, we've known each other a long time.

I just hate having to lie to you.

Do you know what trouble you could bring on yourself?

Harley's a wanted man!

He was railroaded and I can prove it. I need a little time.

You can't put yourself above the law, John.

That's what you're trying to do!

We're on to something, Ep, I'm telling you!

He's got no more business being in prison than you do!

I just need a couple of days to prove it.

Can you give me a couple of days?

Will you just give me one day?

Huh?

Alright, John.

I'm going to turn my head for 24 hours.

But if you haven't produced Harley by then,

you're gonna have to answer the law yourself.