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You could always
change your image.

How?

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hope you are
completely satisfied.

Who was that?

She's my wife.

Oh, you're married?

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

What about the
store? What about us?

We are being
divorced, Mr. Godsey!

There are events in our lives
which would best be forgotten,

moments out of the past
which have a peculiar way

of thrusting themselves
into the present.

Ike Godsey had always
been a man of integrity,

someone we could all count on.

But even Ike had skeletons
hidden away in the closet,

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

Corabeth!

Say something!

What have I done?

I simply want nothing
further to do with you.

Where are you going?

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

What about the
store? What about us?

We are being
divorced, Mr. Godsey!

Oh, I'll get it.

No, it's probably just Drew.

- Corabeth.
- Is anything the matter?

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

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

I really would be most grateful.

Do you want to talk
about it, Corabeth?

Mr. Godsey and I are
terminating our marriage.

Divorce?

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

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

That's all right.
I know the way.

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

I think Corabeth
really means it.

Well, Corabeth and Ike
have had spats before,

but they've never
talked about divorce.

I hate that word.

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

Hey, Elizabeth. Are you ready?

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

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

Hey, isn't that Corabeth's car?

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

- No kidding?
- I wish I were.

Hey, look, we've got company.

Hi, Dickie. What
are you doing here?

Well, the Baldwin sisters
asked me to look after her

while they were
in Virginia Beach.

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

Good girl. Stay there.

Do you think we'll
ever get a divorce?

Is this a proposal?

No, I'm being serious.

No, not in a million years.

We've had our share of fights.

Yeah, sure, but everyone fights.

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

Now why don't you
move a little closer?

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

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

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

Do I look old, drawn?

You look fine.

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

- Another beer?
- Yeah, sure.

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

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

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

Shoot her?

I'd try courting her again.

Take her someplace you've
never taken her before.

She's been everywhere.

Richmond, Lynchburgh,
Charlottesville, Rockfish.

Where else is there?

Think romantic, Ike.

Ike.

Hello, Mary Ellen.

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

Could I talk with her, please?

I'll tell her you're here.

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

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

Try taking deep breaths.

Mary Ellen, you
said I had a guest.

This is my husband.

- Corabeth, could we talk?
- No.

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

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

Schumann only
wrote one, Mr. Godsey.

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

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

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

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

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

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

she will come and live with me.

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

Sorry, Ike.

Me, too.

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

Are you going to do it or am I?

There's safety in
numbers. Come on.

Come in.

We thought maybe you
could use some company.

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

because I have to go to
Charlottesville early in the morning

to look for an apartment.

We'd like to help, Corabeth.

Is there anything we can do?

Nothing.

Unless you can
mend a broken heart.

Ike seemed pretty
broken-hearted, too.

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

My, those words sound
terribly final, Corabeth.

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

Would it be prying
too much to ask why?

Adultery.

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

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

and I came across this letter.

"Most precious Ike,

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

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

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

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

"Love, Pamela."

When was that letter written?

June, 1941.

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

I remember exactly
when it happened.

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

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

I think you should
talk to him about it.

At least give him a
chance to explain himself.

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

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

It was over five
years ago, Corabeth.

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

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

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

You and Ike always seemed
so perfect for each other.

I always thought so, too, Rose.

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

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

Where's Corabeth?

She went apartment
hunting in Charlottesville.

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

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

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

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

and out on the porch,
and in the kitchen.

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

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

Ike came into the
Dew Drop yesterday.

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

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

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

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

She wants a movie star.

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

When they got married,
Corabeth agreed to

stick by Ike through
thick and through thin.

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

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

She was hurt and upset.

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

The whole county's
been talking about it,

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

Some of us think it's Ike's.

- Corabeth's.
- Ike's.

Now, now!

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

Oh, don't we?

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

Hmm.

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

but they always crawl
around on my sandwiches?

Well, maybe they
like the company.

Is that supposed
to be a compliment?

Hey, you got another
apple in there?

- Voilà.
- Thank you.

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

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

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

Yeah, well, so does a guy.

All right. Drew
Cutler, I like you.

Well, I like you, too,
Elizabeth Walton.

I like you a lot.

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

You know, you really kiss nice.

So do you.

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

How do you want to celebrate it?

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

spend it at the Baldwins' house.

You know, where
we first fell in love.

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

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

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

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

Well, hi, Ike.

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

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

Coming right up.

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

Who told you that?

Well, you know
how talk gets around.

I told Bernice it was
probably Corabeth's fault.

Of course, Bernice
said it was yours.

Dang near busted up my marriage.

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

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

- Here's your sugar.
- Oh.

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

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

No!

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

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

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

You want anything else?

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

no matter what Mary
Ann Ford's been saying.

What has Mary Ann
Ford been saying?

Oh, that Corabeth caught
you dipping into her inheritance.

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

you just let me know, huh?

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

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

Well...

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

What kind of a waiting period?

Well, I suppose one must
endure what one must endure.

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

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

Good afternoon, Corabeth.

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

Corabeth...

I've got something for you.

Roses!

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

Oh, Mr. Godsey, how could you?

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

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

There's another man.

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

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

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

Great.

Ooh, Ike.

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

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

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

the Recipe to its
proper use since then.

I guess I'm a little
out of practice.

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

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

Of course, that was
before Corabeth.

And we'd play for
hours and hours.

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

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

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

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

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

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

No, but everybody else has.

Actually, business
is better than ever.

I think everybody's
been coming around here

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

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

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

Well, you know, truth is boring.

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

Is that what she's been saying?

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

And frankly, I hate it.

You could always
change your image.

How?

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

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

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

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

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

It backfires every time.

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

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

That's my point.

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

Let her realize how
much you mean to her.

You two are talking lunacy.

Mmm-mmm, we're
talking good sense.

You're looking at
Don Juan Godsey.

What's that?

It's sort of a
message from Rose.

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

Then who flashed
the porch light?

Well, enough beating
around the bush.

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

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

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

over at Steve Prince's house.

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

so that we can be together
at the Baldwin house.

The whole night?

Well, sure.

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

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

I'll think about it.

Good night.

Well, I am off to
Charlottesville.

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

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

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

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

Perhaps you can
ask him for me, Jason.

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

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

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

Hand me the sports page.

Good morning.

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

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

We might be kind of late.

I imagine you will.

We might be real late.

Just as long as we
know not to worry.

Well, there's nothing
to worry about,

no matter how late we are.

Thanks for letting us know.

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

It's my moustache.

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

Well, everybody seems
to think I look pretty snazzy.

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

I have come for my checkbook.

I've found an apartment
in Charlottesville.

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

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

We have nothing to discuss.

You name the
restaurant. Only the finest.

I have already made plans.

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

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

I shall return tomorrow
and collect my half of this

hodgepodge.

Hello, Miss Fannie?
This is Ike Godsey.

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

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

You're all dressed up.

Drew and I have a date tonight.

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

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

You want to trade?

On your anniversary?

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

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

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

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

I even dream about him.

Nothing wrong with
that. You're in love.

Sometimes I think
I'm too much in love.

That's a new one on me.

At the picnic,

kissing Drew,

lying on the blanket
and looking up at the sky,

I didn't want it to end, ever.

Did you do anything
else besides kiss?

No, but I wanted to.

I don't know.

Drew wants me to
spend the night with him.

What did you say?

Well, he thinks I said yes.

Elizabeth, you're
playing with fire.

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

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

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

I thought it would be all right

because we were planning
on getting married, anyway.

But six months later,
I got a letter from him

saying that he'd
found somebody else.

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

I'm so confused.

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

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

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

but that it has to be
with the right person,

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

Ike Godsey, this
is the nicest place!

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

Lordy, no.

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

Thank you.

Usually take me to someplace
downright despicable,

like the Blue Oyster
Cafe and Grill.

Ew! Never did like raw oysters.

Me, neither. I like
my food cooked.

Lead me to the beer, hon!

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

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

- for the little lady and me?
- Sure.

Ain't you gonna introduce
me to your friend, Ike?

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

Hey, haven't we met
somewhere before?

No. I don't think so.

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

Oh, sure. Would you
excuse me a minute?

Don't you be too long.

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

Hey, how do I look?

Ike, are you crazy?

Why, what's the matter?

Corabeth is coming here
tonight with Mary Ellen and Erin.

Mmm, now I would
have never known that.

It's never gonna work.

Well, look, you
told me that before.

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

and we know how to handle women.

Where'd you find her?

Fannie Tatum introduced us.

The telephone operator?

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

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

What is taking her so long?

I don't know.

Corabeth!

Just a minute!

Night, everybody!

Don't be too late!

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

I know, but I have to
keep up appearances.

- Hi, Drew.
- Hello.

Elizabeth, Drew's here!

I'm ready, ladies.

Bye-bye, dear.

You look very nice, Corabeth.

- Thank you.
- What took you so long?

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

- Bye-bye.
- Bye, everybody!

I got this for you.

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

Thank you.

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

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

I can't.

Elizabeth, what are
you talking about?

What about all our plans?
This is our anniversary.

Could we spend it here?

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

to make this night real special.

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

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

I didn't say that.

Yeah, well, actions
speak louder than words.

Keep the carnation.
Press it in a book.

Let's get some more beer, huh?

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

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

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

Talked me into staying.

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

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

How many guesses do I get?

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

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

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

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

Oh, my purse.

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

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

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

Right there!

Good evening, Mr. Godsey.

Oh, Corabeth!

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

Well, thank you!

You really are amazing, Ike.

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

Isn't that so?

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

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

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

I hope you are
completely satisfied.

Who was that?

My wife.

Oh, you're married?

You...

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

Hi, Corabeth.

Oh, Elizabeth, you
gave me a start.

Sorry.

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

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

Drew and I broke up tonight.

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

I still love him.

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

Do you know what I mean?

A perilous state of affairs.

I become more and more
convinced that men are treacherous,

not to be trusted.

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

but now I'm beginning to.

Hey, what are you
two doing up so late?

Us? What about you?
Where have you been?

Well, I had a date.

Out corrupting some
young innocent, no doubt.

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

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

Those long, moonlit drives
through back country roads,

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

with a bottle of champagne
awaiting the inevitable uncorking.

Champagne?

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

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

I don't know what came over her.

I thought it was pretty good.

She got everything right
except the champagne.

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

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

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

That's me.

You have been served. Good day.

Adultery?

Your clothes are
kind of wrinkled.

Yeah, I slept in them.

Did you get a good night's rest?

Yeah, sort of.

I didn't.

No, neither did I.

I'm really sorry
about last night.

It's all right.

I should have said
something a lot earlier.

Don't worry about it.

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

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

Okay.

Well, I'd better get going home.

Wait, wait. Look, you know what?

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

Spending the night together
would have been a terrible mistake.

We're just not
ready for that yet.

I was so nervous.
Couldn't you tell?

I guess I was too
nervous to notice.

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

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

Are we still friends?

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

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

Adultery!

Corabeth, you are not
gonna get away with this.

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

I'm talking about
these divorce papers.

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

Oh, Jason explained
to me all about her.

Under the circumstances, it is
the most foolish device possible

to win back my affections.

Then what do you mean by these?

There'll be ample time
to discuss that later.

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

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

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

right out there in the
middle of the road.

Why, I refuse to
listen to these threats.

And I want that perfume
counter out of here,

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

What hats are you
referring to, please?

We have been sitting
on a $200 inventory

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

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

because of your
harebrained schemes.

I refuse to be spoken
to in this manner.

You better get used to it,

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

I at last perceive
your true identity.

You are petty,
deceptive, mean...

Spineless, you forgot spineless.

Spineless, insensitive, bereft
of good taste and judgment.

- A bumpkin.
- That, too.

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

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

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

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

Talk about petty, deceptive!

I am leaving you
because of Pamela Morris.

Oh, good Lord.

I'm sorry, Corabeth.

I don't know what else to say.

How did you find out?

I found a letter behind
the mail counter.

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

Sure.

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

It's filled with memorabilia,

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

Corabeth, you know I
never wanted to hurt you.

Can I help?

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

Okay.

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

Indeed it is.

What is this thing?

How very short your
memory is, Mr. Godsey.

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

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

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

I should have.

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

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

Rice from our wedding.

Throw that away, too.

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

I used to try to
think up excuses

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

You're educated,
beautiful, really elegant.

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

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

Pamela Morris made
me realize you loved me.

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

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

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

Mr. Godsey, this
place is a shambles.

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

for Aimee's sake.

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

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

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

"Listening to you talk about
your wife always reminded me

"of an artist at
work on a portrait.

"The moment I
met her, I knew why.

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

"Heaven only knows
that you love her.

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

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

"Love, Pamela."

You took me to meet her?

No, you took me.

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

Oh, yes, now I remember.

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

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

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

Oh.

She's very beautiful.

Much prettier and
younger than I am.

Not in my eyes.

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

I want you. I don't want her.

Mr. Godsey, you
have deceived me.

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

I would have forgiven you.

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

The phone never stopped ringing.

Oh, Ike...

Corabeth forgave
Ike for his indiscretion,

and new life was
breathed into their marriage.

For months, Walton's
Mountain buzzed with rumors

about the Godseys' near-divorce.

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

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

- I - don't believe I have.

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

The water faucet at the
Walton House drips incessantly.

I could hardly sleep.

It doesn't matter
anymore, does it?

Good night, Ike.

Good night, Corabeth.

English -SDH