All language subtitles for The Waltons s03e04 The Thoroughbred.eng

Walton's Mountain meant
many things to my family.

It was a source of food...

for we took game
from its forest

and fish from its streams.

It was a refuge in time
of trouble...

and a link with the history
of our family's past.

And once it became
the setting for a race...

that none of us
would ever forget.

-Did you get it?
-In the back.

-That old mule can make it home?
-Quicker than that old flivver.

Got to do better than that, Son.

We had you going for a while,
didn't we?

Times are a-changing.

You'd better enter
this truck in the race.

How can you enter a truck
in a horse race?

Why not? Blue's in the race
and he's not a horse.

This truck has seen better days
but then so has Blue.

Next thing we'll have to enter
Jim-Bob racing on Reckless.

That's a swell idea.

I'll take him to the hilly
section of the mountain...

get him a feel of what he'll
be up against in that race.

Get him used
to that saddle first.

Oh, he won't be any
bother about this.

Come here, boy.

Hey!

Blue!

Get him!

Oh, that old Blue don't want
any part of the saddle.

Running like that
he's gonna win.

Well, if those boys moved
that fast with their chores...

I wouldn't have to work so hard.

And, Esther, you would not
have anything to complain about.

I'd think of something.

Everybody, get your lunches
and get ready for school.

Hey, Blue!

I really appreciate you helping
me out like this, Walton.

I don't know what happened.
The motor conked out.

-That sure is some car you have.
-It's a Chrysler Six.

Father bought for me
when we moved here.

-Said it'd boost my social life.
-Well, I suspect it does.

-You in any hurry to get home?
-No, why?

Well, why don't we stop
by the cafeteria?

I haven't eaten today
and I'm one hungry man.

I'm not really hungry,
but sure, we could.

I'll just watch you eat.

Come on, it's my treat.

It must have been exciting
living close to New York City.

-It was.
-I bet you miss that excitement.

You better believe it.

Everybody around here
seems to live in the past.

All you hear is, "My granddaddy
did this," "My uncle did that."

You got granddaddies
and uncles, I reckon.

Sure, but who wants
to hear about them.

That's ancient history,
dead as a doornail.

My father's a man of his time
and so am I.

-Sure, but the point is--
-No buts. You are, too.

You aim to get ahead in this
world. I've been watching you.

-Yeah. But what I mean is--
-Look, look.

Say Professor Henderson's class.
You sure are on top of it there.

What do you mean?

He reads every word you
write out loud to the class.

Today's the third time he's read
one of your compositions.

Well, I work hard in that class.
That class is important to me.

Your composition was good.
No doubt about it.

So was mine.

You get an A, I get a B plus.

There's nothing wrong
with a B plus.

But I don't wanna be good.
I wanna be the best.

Oh, I see. Well, I'm afraid
I can't help you.

I see you're interested
in the best, too.

That's Selena, she's a friend
of mine. I'll introduce you.

Selena?

-How are you, Selena?
-Fine.

Carl Jenkins. We met at the old
field party a few weeks ago.

Oh, Carl, yes.
It's nice to see you again.

I'd like to introduce you
to a friend.

John Walton, Selena Linville.

-How do you do?
-Hi.

Are you any kin to the Linvilles
up at Thatcher Grove?

Colonel Seth Linville
is my grandfather.

-Really?
-You see what I mean?

I haven't seen you
around those parts.

Well, I've been
in school up north.

-Are you entering the race?
-You bet I am.

We figure it's time the Walton
name was back on that cup.

Would someone mind telling me
what this is all about?

Oh, it's a local thing, Carl.

A cross-country race
my family sponsors.

I'm really looking
forward to it.

So am I.

Would you like to join us,
Selena?

No, thank you.
I'm sitting with some friends.

-It was nice meeting you.
-Nice meeting you. Thank you.

-Bye, Carl.
-Bye-bye.

-She is really nice.
-I find her a bit provincial.

I was sure you'd like her.

-I'm ready to go if you are.
-Okay.

Never seen anything like it.

First they race
through their chores.

Now they're upstairs
finishing their homework

and it's still daylight.

They're raring to get
to work on Blue.

Mama, we're all finished.

-Everybody?
-Yup.

-Even Elizabeth's spelling?
-Well, I sort of helped her.

Spell "chair."

C-H...

A...

I...

R.

Very good.

How about "Constantinople,"?
Want her to spell that also?

Oh, you've got
a nasty tongue, boy.

You want me to take
a switch to you?

-Alright, outside, everybody.
-Come on, let's go!

We'll teach Blue to wear the
saddle before John-Boy's home.

Better watch out, or old Blue
will put the saddle on you.

-Oh, he likes me.
-You be careful anyway.

He could kick you from here
to Rockfish River

if he took a notion.

-He's not gonna see you.
-Hide it, Jason.

Don't get behind him!

That mule has got the same
stubborn streak as Esther has.

But that's what I mean.

What she was saying was,
is I'm an outlander.

I couldn't possibly understand.

Her family's been sponsoring
this race for generations.

Well, it has, Carl.

Every year her family sponsors
this cross-country race.

It's nothing fancy but it's fun.

Well, my family
owns horses, too.

That's one of the reasons we
moved out here, to raise them.

Carl, my family doesn't
own any horses.

Fact is, I'm just gonna be
riding the family mule.

Anything with four legs
can be entered in this race.

They put the winner's name on
a silver trophy with the rest

That's all, just a tradition.

Stop up here. There's something
I want to show you.

What do you think?

That's the most beautiful animal
I've ever seen in my life.

Descended from three
Derby winners.

How's that for tradition?

He must have papers on him
a mile long.

How do you think he'd fare
against your mule?

You're not serious.

Why not?
I'm part of this area now...

and Thunder Bay
needs to be kept in shape.

Are you talking about this race?

Yeah.

Well, Carl, this isn't
that kind of a race.

It's just bunch of country boys
getting together having fun.

It's not a regular course
or anything.

What you're saying is
Thunder and I don't belong.

Well, no, that's not
what I'm saying at all.

I just don't see why
you'd be interested.

I think it'd be good
for my horse.

Some new blood might make it
more fun for the other riders.

Don't you think?

-John-Boy! John-Boy!
-What is it, honey?

-Guess what.
-What?

Oh, that's really great.

-Jason!
-Thank you.

That's really a good job.
Thank you very much. I'm glad.

-What's the matter, John-Boy?
-Nothing, honey.

Nothing anybody can do about.
Would you take this inside?

-Sure.
-Thank you.

I really appreciate this, kids.

-What's the matter with him?
-Beats me.

Looks sadder than Blue.

Well, Blue...

we are a sorry-looking pair,
the both of us.

The kids did a good job getting
Blue used to that saddle today.

They sure did.

This race must be mighty
important to the whole family.

Oh, it is important.

Be nice to get the Walton name
back on that cup.

Of course, when I was little,
I know you used to ride in it.

-You never did win, did you?
-No, I never did.

Last Walton to win was Grandpa,
back in 1915.

1915.

I sure tried.

I don't know, maybe talent for
riding skips a generation.

Well, maybe. Maybe not.

John-Boy, are you losing
interest in this race?

Oh, no. No, really, I'm not.

Ever since you got back this
afternoon, been acting strange.

You hardly noticed
what the kids did with Blue.

I'm sorry, I really am.
I didn't show much enthusiasm.

I really do appreciate
what they did. I really do.

You better tell them then.
It's important to them.

I will.

You just wait. You're gonna
be watching my dust.

You know, I bet you're right.

Hey, y'all!

I'm gonna go run Blue up
in the meadow. Wanna come?

-Sure!
-Yeah, I want to!

Hold on there, young'uns.
I'd like to go along, too.

Zeb, there's plenty of work
right here.

Oh, Esther, they are in need
of my expert advice.

It's needed here. I got a long
list soon as I get the eggs.

Grandpa, we'll tell you
how he does.

-Come on, bet we beat you there.
-Yeah, come on!

Gallop apace you
fiery-footed steed.

That mule has got
plenty of horsepower.

It seems like yesterday

that I was galloping
across that finish line.

You remember?

Remember? I thought
you'd break your fool neck.

I sure wish I was riding
old Blue today.

You're too old for
that kind of nonsense.

And, what's more, so is Blue.

Age has nothing whatever
to do with it.

It is entirely
a matter of spirit.

Me and old Blue's
got plenty of spirit.

That mule has got
what it takes to win.

Well, I don't think so.

-You wanna bet?
-You know I don't bet.

Oh, come on, just for fun.

If I lose, I'll be willing...

to make you that herb garden
you've been wanting all along.

-You would?
-And if you lose?

Well, I could knit you a pair
of those awful argyle socks.

Socks?

I was hoping for something
a little more personal.

You just go right on
hoping all you want.

Anyway, Blue isn't gonna win,

and I sure could use
that herb garden.

Alright, it's a bet.

It's just between the two of us.

-John-Boy!
-Come on!

Faster, John-Boy!

-Come on, push, push!
-How did we do?

-Ten seconds faster.
-It's not fast enough.

You'll make up for lost time
on the hilly section.

There the mule'll
show his stuff.

It's not fast enough.
Come on, Jason, try us again.

Come on!

Come on, Blue! Get going!
You can do it!

-Come on, go!
-Go ahead, go!

-How did it go, Son?
-Not bad at all, Daddy, not bad.

-He even jumped the big wall.
-He didn't do badly.

If he's gonna win
he's gonna need a lot more work

so you'll have
to help me out.

He'll need more exercise.

Jason, when you come home from
school, give him a long run.

-When I get home I'll take over.
-Sure.

Ben, after every run,
give him a nice rubdown.

It'll loosen up his muscles
so he doesn't get tight.

-You'll feed him, Jim-Bob.
-But Grandpa feeds him.

He's gonna need extra oats,
hay, and water...

if he's gonna be strong
for that race.

-I'll brush him.
-Okay.

Me, John-Boy, me.

Well, you could soap up
the saddle...

so it's nice and soft
for my behind.

Anyway, starting tomorrow,
I want this mule in shape.

Come on, everybody!
Supper's ready!

-Good, I'm hungry.
-Yeah.

You've got a real organization
set up to get Blue ready.

Daddy, before today I was
a little nervous about it...

but after seeing him do his
stuff, with some work...

Think we can walk
right into that winner's circle.

If we don't, it won't be
from lack of trying.

I'll be in in a minute.

Selena!

Real graceful, Walton.

Oh, yeah, I had to return these
before the library closes.

I told my grandfather
that I'd met you the other day.

And he was really pleased.
He thinks a lot of your father.

Selena, if we don't hurry,
we're gonna be late.

Alright, Carl.
It was nice to see you again.

-Bye.
-Goodbye, Walton.

Excuse me, ma'am,
I just have to return these.

Alright.

They're treating that old mule
like he was made of glass.

Well, I reckon they
want him to win.

We all want that, but they don't
seem to think of anything else.

Hope this race isn't interfering
with your school work.

Don't worry about that.

Mama, the other day
I met a girl at school.

-Are you in love again?
-Mama.

She's Colonel Linville's
granddaughter.

Her name is Selena.

Selena Linville. I remember her.
She was a pretty little thing.

I haven't seen her in ages.

She still is
a pretty little thing,

but she's been going
to school up north.

You gonna ask her out?

You reckon she'd say yes
if I did ask her?

Well, why wouldn't she?

I don't know. The Linvilles
are pretty high-society people.

Are you trying to say...

you're not good enough
to ask her out?

Or that she wouldn't
think you were?

Well, no.

Yes, I am. That's exactly
what I'm saying.

I don't like to hear you
talking like that.

Well, I don't particularly
like to feel like that.

But the truth is

I've sort of been feeling
out of the running lately.

Anyway, what will a boy like me
offer to a girl...

with a fancy family like that?

John-Boy, you have
yourself to offer.

Which, in my opinion,
is considerable.

Even for high society.

What's going on in here? Be
quiet. What are you two doing?

Erin won't lemme give Blue a
rubdown. Keeps tickling him.

You're lying. You know
what happens when you lie?

-You go to the bad place!
-Calm down.

Don't get so excited.

I'm just trying to help,
but Ben won't let me.

Help? Every time
I massage his leg...

you start brushing and it
tickles him so he keeps moving

and I'm getting cramps.

If you ask me,
the whole thing's silly.

Nobody did ask you, Mary Ellen.

You don't care about this race
but don't ruin it for us.

I care too, but you don't
want me to do anything.

There's plenty to do
if you wanna do.

Like what? Everyone else
is already doing it.

The feeding, the grooming, the
rubdowns. There's nothing left.

-You really wanna do something?
-I said so, didn't I?

Well, I'll tell you,
there is something you could do.

I want Blue to look as good as
any of the horses in this race.

I thought it'd be nice
if he'd a saddle blanket.

Maybe with his name embroidered
on it or something.

You know I can't sew.

Maybe Grandma could help me.

I'll give it a try.
One horse blanket coming up.

Thank you.

You know, Mary Ellen's
almost nice lately.

I guess she's
becoming a lady, Erin.

It never happened to you.

Could you please tell Ben that
I'll never speak to him again?

I wish I could believe that!

I've a great idea. Why don't
you work out a schedule...

of who's gonna work on Blue
at what time?

That way you won't get
in each other's hair.

I'll massage him for one hour
right after supper...

and then you take over, Erin.

Well, thanks a lot, Ben!

-Now what did I do?
-You didn't do anything.

It's just Mary Ellen
and Erin are just...

both becoming ladies, I guess.

One at a time
is okay with me.

Just have to stick it out
till the worst is over.

Then comes Elizabeth.

You're right. Come on.

-I'm late. Thanks, Carl. Bye.
-Anytime.

-Hello.
-Hi, John.

I can't stop,
I'm late for my history exam.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Carl.

Selena's one rare beauty,
isn't she?

Yes, she sure is.

-Real quality.
-Yeah.

More than that, she knows
quality when she sees it.

I reckon she would.

Yeah, I took her out to meet
Thunder Bay yesterday.

-Did you?
-Yeah.

She and Thunder just
got along famously...

like they were
long-lost buddies or something.

Well, that's nice.

Yeah, it takes a thoroughbred
to know a thoroughbred.

By the way, how's old Blue
coming along?

Old Blue mule. Well, he's coming
along pretty well.

Listen, Carl, I got to go to a
biology lecture. See you later.

Listen, I'm taking Selena out to
the farm again this afternoon.

I promised her
she could ride Thunder.

-Wanna join us?
-No, thank you.

I would but I've gotta
run this mule when I get home.

See you later.

-Mr. Roswell, nice to see you.
-Colonel.

Planning on trying
for the prize?

Got me a new mule.
I figure she's a shoo-in.

Well, here's John-Boy now.

You figure that animal of yours
is as fast as old Blue?

Got her from a moonshiner.
She's used to running.

Well, I hear you talking,
Mr. Roswell...

but old Blue here's got six
children, four adults...

and Grandma's chickens rooting
for him, you'd better watch out.

-Hey, Ike.
-Sign right up here, John-Boy.

Thank you.

Now, what I want to see
is my grandpappy's name.

-Right here, 1915.
-Zebulon Walton.

-You must be John Walton's boy.
-Yes, sir.

-Colonel Linville.
-How do you do, sir?

Glad you're gonna be with us.

My granddaughter's
been telling me about you.

It's time your family was back
in the running for this cup.

Well, we thought so.

I remember the first time
I saw your grandpa...

come flying across
that finish line.

When he raced, people talked
about it for months.

That's good to hear.

Now maybe you can bring some of
that excitement back for us.

-Well, I aim to try.
-Good.

-Thank you.
-See you Saturday.

-See you Saturday.
-So long, Ike.

Good luck, John-Boy.

What happened to you, Walton?
You take a spill?

I was gonna jump the creek,

but I decided
to take a swim instead.

I'm heading for Ike Godsey's
store to sign up for the race.

That the right direction?

Yeah, it's about
a half-a-mile or so up the road.

Much obliged. Be seeing you.

I bet Blue will win by a mile.

I'll bet he'll win
everybody by two miles.

Will they put John-Boy's name
on the cup or Blue's?

John-Boy's.

-Can I race Blue next year?
-Why not, Son.

Can I race him after that?

Why don't we see how he does now
before worrying about next year?

Don't you think
Blue's gonna win?

Blue's gonna do the best,
that's all we hope.

Ike says it's a pretty good
line-up this year.

I hear old Roswell's
entered that new mule of his.

Jenkins' farm has put one in,
too. Thoroughbred.

What's a thoroughbred?

It's the best kind of horse
there is, honey.

Is Blue a thoroughbred?

Why is everyone laughing at me?

Blue's a mule, honey.

That means he's part donkey
and part horse.

Well, maybe he's part
thoroughbred.

Well, Ike Godsey's down
there at the store...

polishing up that old cup
so it's bright and shiny.

And you were probably
hovering right over him...

making sure that...

Zebulon Walton shines
brighter than all the rest.

Well, I must confess, it does
shine out above all the others.

John-Boy, are they really gonna
put your name on the cup?

Well, only if I win, honey.

Alright, you children. Y'all
have homework to do. Scoot.

-Come on, off you go.
-Scoot, come on.

Get a move on.
You, too, young lady.

Oh, stop that.

-You, too, Mary Ellen.
-I already did this afternoon.

Good, then you can help me
finish up in the kitchen.

Okay.

Now, whatever happened
to the old Mary Ellen?

I don't know, but I hope the new
one stays around for a while.

Stop that!

You're up bright and early
this morning.

Well, I got an early class.
I wanted to get my chores done.

-Aren't you gonna eat breakfast?
-I don't have time, Mama. Sorry.

Excuse me a minute, okay?

-John.
-Oh, Selena.

You know,
if I didn't know you better,

I'd swear you've
been avoiding me.

I have not.

Well, it doesn't matter.
You're here now.

I wanted to talk
to you about the race.

You know, Carl's
entered his horse...

and he says you're probably
his stiffest competition.

-He's probably joking.
-Maybe he was.

He said you were
entering a mule.

I am.

That could be interesting.

Is he a fast mule?

Yeah, for a mule
he's right fast.

Oh, no, I'm late for my class...

and I've already missed
one exam this week.

Why don't we have
lunch together?

Alright.

I'd like to hear
more about that mule.

One thing I know
a lot about is mules.

Alright, 12:00
at the cafeteria?

Okay.

-Alright, bye.
-Bye.

No, no. No, wait
just a minute. Here.

Now, there. Now hold this.

It's hopeless.
I'm just not any good at this.

Do you think I was born
with a thimble on my finger?

It takes practice.

A blanket for a mule's
a good thing to practice on.

Oh, Grandma.

Now I thought that
would please you.

You're doing fine, real fine.

-Do you really think so?
-Well, I know so.

John-Boy's gonna be so pleased,

and Blue's gonna
look just beautiful.

-Miss Linville.
-Yes, Professor Foster?

I spoke to the
chairman of the department.

He's agreed to let you make up
that test that you missed.

But you must do it today.
I can give you the time now.

But I have an appointment
for lunch.

Well, Miss Linville,

I'd hate to see you
lower your average.

I see. Alright, I'm ready.

-Thank you, Professor Foster.
-You're welcome, Selena.

-Hi, Selena.
-Hi, Carl.

What's the matter?

I was supposed to meet
John Walton for lunch...

and I missed our date.
He must think I'm awful.

Look, I haven't eaten yet.
Wanna join me at the sweet shop?

-I guess so.
-Come on.

-Come on, boy!
-Come on, Blue!

That's the way, boy.
That's the way.

Oh, he's getting better,
you know that?

-Yeah.
-Plait this in his forelock.

-Okay.
-Ribbons are for girls.

Blue's not really a boy
or a girl, so it doesn't matter.

John-Boy. Come here, John-Boy.

-What?
-Beautiful?

What is that? That's the
stupidest thing I've even seen.

Who's idea was that?
What was his time?

-About five seconds faster--
-About five seconds?

I wanna know exactly what's
his time. That's very important.

-How can I--
-Who's in charge of grooming?

Looks like he hasn't
been brushed in a week.

-I brushed until my arm hurt.
-That's not good enough.

I'm gonna have
to do this myself.

I'm really disappointed
in all of you.

John-Boy, what's the matter
with you?

Nothing, why?

You hear how you're
talking to those children?

Everything I said was the truth.
They haven't been working hard.

Blue has gotta look better
than any other animal.

Gotta be in better condition,
and his coat has to be shinier.

They've been working their
fingers to the bone, Son.

You got to remember
Blue is only a mule.

Carl is planning to come riding
there, dressed to the nines...

on that blue-blooded
racehorse of his.

He just wants to make Blue and
me look like country hound dogs.

And I aim to show him
who he's dealing with.

John-Boy, I don't think
I want you riding this race.

What?

Don't want you representing
the family with that attitude.

This race is run for fun...

you're turning it
into a mean and spiteful thing.

I always planned on winning
this race. Don't you want me to?

I want you to win,
but with the right spirit.

You're not gonna
feel good, Son...

winning this race just to prove
you're better than someone else.

Well, that's all he's been
doing, right from the start.

He's not my son. You are.

If you can't ride this for the
sport of it, don't ride at all.

Come in.

-Morning, John-Boy.
-Grandpa.

I thought I would give you
something for the race today.

-Woodrow Wilson.
-A campaign button of 1913.

I had it pinned onto me
when I won my first race...

thought maybe you'd like to have
it today. Good luck.

Hope it brings me the same
kind of luck it brought you.

Thank you.

Have you figured out
how you're going to win?

I'll tell you.

Went over every square inch of
that course in mind all night.

I've gone over every square inch
of that course in my mind's eye.

Certain things you've
gotta know to win.

Grandpa, I don't think I oughta
have any unfair advantage...

over these other riders.

I'm ashamed of you, John-Boy.

Are you insinuating
that I wouldn't do anything...

but what is fair and square?

What's on your mind?

First of all, John-Boy,
you get off the flatlands...

as soon as you can.

You like to do things
the hard way.

There's nothing a mule likes
better than doing the hard way.

It's finished.

Oh, that's fine, just fine.

Thank goodness "Blue"
is a short word.

Well, stop admiring it
and get going.

He may look like a mule but
he's gonna run like a rabbit.

Hold on! Don't tie it yet.
Here's the blanket.

-That's pretty, honey.
-That's gorgeous.

Put it right on here,
right here.

I still can't believe
that you made it.

-I did most of it anyway.
-At least it's not pink.

-Here we are.
-Mary Ellen, that is beautiful.

Thank you.

Mary Ellen, that is a genuine
work of art.

It sure is.

Listen, thanks, everybody,
for what you've done.

I'm sorry if I've been
mean about it.

And anyway, I don't mind
telling you

that I am one
nervous country boy.

-I'll see you all there, okay?
-Good luck.

-See you down there.
-Let her rip.

John.

-John Walton.
-Hello.

I know you must think
I'm awful...

but I have to explain
what happened yesterday.

-No, you don't.
-But I do.

I was on my way...

when I found out I'd to take
my history make-up test...

or I'd lose my chance.

Come on, I saw y'all
down at the sweet shop.

Well, Carl just came along
while I was looking for you.

Really.

I do hope you forgive me.

Doesn't sound to me like
there's anything to forgive.

Just sounds like
a misunderstanding.

John?

Would you do me the honor of
being my escort after the race?

Well, yeah.
I'd like that, thank you.

John-Boy!

Well, there's the clan.

-Hey, John-Boy!
-Hey, how are you? Over here!

There's enough of them.

This is Selena.
This is Selena Linville.

-Hi.
-Hi. How do you do?

-My grandparents.
-Hello.

Oh, my! Last time I saw you,
you were so high.

Alright, riders,
mount you animals!

Bring them to the starting line!

-Good luck, John-Boy.
-Good luck, John-Boy.

-John-Boy, you can do it.
-We'll see you.

-Elizabeth, come on, quickly.
-Come on, everybody.

You're going to do
just fine, Son.

-All in one family?
-All in one.

-Selena.
-Hello, Carl.

-Now there's a winner.
-Betting against the Waltons.

-Just one Walton.
-Traitor.

-Mr. Walton.
-Ike.

Zeb, Zebulon Walton.

Colonel Linville,
here we are again.

I suppose you're here to gloat

if the Walton name
goes back on the cup.

Well, no ifs, ands,
or buts about it.

John-Boy Walton's name
will adorn that cup.

Yeah. It might, and then again
it might not.

Would you care
for a little wager?

I would but
to tell the truth...

I've already got a wager on
with a certain party.

-Alright, Zeb, good luck.
-Yeah.

Alright, everybody.

Riders, could I have your
attention please.

Before the race, we're gonna
have a few words from

Colonel Seth Linville.

Ladies and gentlemen,
competitors...

you all know what
kind of a race this is.

There is only one rule
you have to abide by.

Get yourselves up...

to the old tree at the top
of the mountain...

circle it, and then
get back down here.

Now it doesn't matter
how you get up there or back...

but you will be disqualified
unless you circle the tree.

Mr. Godsey here will be
stationed there

to check you off as you go by.

Now choose that route
that you think...

will get you up there
and get you back the fastest.

Have a good time,
good luck to all of you...

and may the best entry win.

Alright, everybody.

Is everybody ready?

Colonel Linville?

Everybody, we'll go up to the
old tree and see John-Boy race.

Can I ride along, too?

Giddap, here! Giddap, here!

Come on, Blue, move!

Hey, everybody, here they come!

Hey, old Blue! Ride them, Blue!

Ride them, Blue!
Ride them, Blue!

Shame on you. Betting against
your own grandson.

Ride them, Blue!

-Here we go.
-Come on.

They're coming!
They're coming!

Blue boy!

Esther, I'll make you
a herb garden anyway.

-What color socks do you want?
-Oh, Esther.

What a race!

-Congratulations, you won.
-Thank you.

I'll tell you, another 40 feet
and you would've had me.

-That's no lie.
-If it wasn't that mud.

-He can really run, can't he?
-You bet he can.

-Next time, there ain't gonna--
-Next year?

-Yeah, next year.
-That's a deal.

You two are a mess. Come on,
let's go get some lemonade.

-Okay, but he's buying.
-Alright, I'm buying.

That sense of pride
and confidence...

that my mother and father
instilled in us as a family...

was shaken occasionally.

But in all, it stood us
in very good stead.

When we left
Walton's Mountain...

and went to make our way
in the larger world...

we were always able
to fall back...

on those rich and true
feelings...

that we learned as children.

-John-Boy?
-Yes, Elizabeth.

When Blue dies,
will he go to heaven?

I expect so.

John-Boy, you be careful
what you tell that child.

Heaven's for people,
not for mules.

Old woman, you're just mad
'cause you lost that bet.

I am not mad. And move
your feet, they're cold.

If Blue doesn't go to heaven,
where will he go?

Well, maybe....

Maybe to a special heaven
for mules, Jim-Bob.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight, John-Boy.

-Goodnight, Elizabeth.
-Goodnight, Jim-Bob.

Goodnight, Blue.

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