All language subtitles for The Waltons s03e06 The Romance.eng

Life on Walton's Mountain
never seemed more stable...

than when I was 18
and in college.

It was comforting to know that
the family was always there...

knowing exactly
what they were doing...

and accepting it as the right
and necessary way to live.

Each of us has a secret life

private dreams
and aspirations..

and fantasies that we are
hesitant to share with others.

I had always associated
my mother with our home...

and thought
the boundaries of her life

were within the walls
of that house.

Then, one day,
I happened to stumble across...

my mother's private dream.

John-Boy! What do you mean,
creeping up on me like that?

-You scared me to death.
-I'm sorry.

-Just wanted to surprise you.
-You certainly did that.

-What's that?
-Give it to me.

-Can I see it?
-No, give it to me.

-This is good!
-It is not, now give....

-When did you take up painting?
-I didn't.

It's just relaxing, that's all.

-Have you done any others?
-Two or three.

-Of what?
-The house...

Elizabeth asleep under the oak
tree, and this one. That's all.

-Can I see them?
-No, I threw them away.

You threw them away! Why?

Because it's just foolish
doodling. Now, let's get home.

Alright.
I've got the car here.

Art lessons? What would I do
with art lessons?

Learn. Develop your talent.

I don't have any talent.

Are you telling me I don't know
talent when I see it?

Well, supposing I did,
and I don't...

where would I take the lessons?

In Charlottesville,
at the high school,

they have
night classes for adults.

-We can't afford that.
-Night classes are free.

All you do is
supply the materials.

Oh-ho.

Anyway, I don't have the time.

One evening a week
for a few hours.

Well, I just can't go off
and leave everybody.

Mama, the children are old
enough to put themselves to bed.

Even Elizabeth.

Well, how would I get there?

Well, you could drive my car!
I'll teach you how to drive.

Why not?

Nobody'll have to worry about
getting whooping cough again.

-I'll believe when I see it.
-You'll see it in a year or two.

-What's an injection?
-A needle stuck in your arm.

Like a shot. I'd rather have
the whooping cough.

Oh, well, we've had
tonight's disease.

I wonder what tomorrow night's
disease is gonna be?

Now, you boys stop
teasing your sister.

She's telling you things
important to her.

We know that, Daddy.
She's better than

'Information, Please!'
on the radio.

You'll sing a different tune...

when an epidemic sweeps over
Walton's Mountain...

and they have to call me from
wherever I'm servin' mankind

to give you all injections
to save your lives.

John-Boy's gonna
teach me to drive.

Good Lord.

But you already know
how to drive a bicycle.

Good for you, Livie.

You can take off when this
family gets too much for you!

It's not funny, old man.

Why do you have to
learn to drive?

There's no place that
one of the men can't take you.

-I'm gonna go to night school.
-In Charlottesville.

That's why I need
to learn to drive.

Night school! But you've had
plenty of schooling.

John, you haven't said anything.

What're you planning on
studying, Liv?

Painting.

I remember, you used
to like to paint pictures.

Haven't done that
for a long time.

I'll bet you'll be
a famous artist.

I doubt that, Jim-Bob.

Why do you have to take lessons
to learn how to paint?

There's a lot of things about
painting I don't know

and I'd enjoy learning them.

And once you've learned them,
what good'll they do you?

She can paint a picture of me
and I'll be immortalized.

Wouldn't you like to pose
with me, old girl?

Oh, you old fool, stop it.

-Mama, paint a picture of me?
-If I get good enough, I will.

What would you paint?

I'd paint you
in your aviator's cap...

standing outside,
watching an airplane go over.

Mama, are you gonna have to live
in Charlottesville?

No, honey, I'll be gone for
a few hours, one night a week.

And then I won't leave till
after supper.

If you go to school, Mama...

why not take a course
that could make money?

You could take lessons
in sewing or gardening.

Now that might make some sense.

Livie knows all she needs
to know about those things.

Remember the time
I went on that fishing trip...

because I was feeling
the need of a change?

Maybe that's the way Livie feels
about these lessons.

That's exactly how I feel.

I just don't know what's gotten
into people these days.

Traipsing off to take up
painting lessons...

and talking about being
a traveling nurse or something.

Well, as far as I'm concerned...

I want things to be kept
exactly the way they have been.

Grandma, I've heard you
complain before

about doing the same thing
day after day.

Setting the table,
doing the chores.

It's no different for me.
I do need a change.

I need to do something
for myself.

It doesn't mean I care
any the less for all of you...

it just means that I want more.

I want to be a more interesting
person, for myself.

I think it'll be good
for all of you, too.

-John-Boy?
-Hmm.

-What does this mean?
-What?

"When two cars
come to an intersection

"the car to the right
has the right of way."

To the right of what?

To the right of you.
To your right.

If the car is on your right,
he goes first.

If the car is on your left,
you go first.

Squeeze it, Erin,
and keep your eye on the needle.

'Cause if he's on my left,
then I'm on his right.

That's right.

That's only if you reach the
intersection at the same time.

If you reach the intersection
last, he goes first.

If he reaches the intersection
last, you go first.

-How do I look?
-Very nice.

-What are you so gussied up for?
-I'm going walking with Don.

Don Millman!
He thinks he's so great!

He is. Someday he's
going to be a doctor.

And you're going to be a nurse,
that makes it very convenient.

-Evening, all.
-Good evening, Doctor.

Come on in.

Don and I are
going for our walk now.

Don't you two be late.

You should see what Mary Ellen
was doing today.

She was sitting
in front of the mirror saying:

"Dr. and Mrs. Don Millman,
Mr. and Mrs. Don Millman."

And she kept saying it
over and over again.

Well, don't you think
it's disgusting?

John-Boy...

what does this mean?

What are you doing?

I'm going to be
a painter like Mama.

How do you like it?

It's okay.

Want me to do one for you?

If you want to.

I don't see why Mama has to go
to school to learn how to paint.

It's simple. You just gotta
sit down and paint.

Okay, Mama, let's go.

Come on!

Thank you.

Well?

I can't even find
art classes on this.

You can't? Here they are.
Art classes, right there.

-There are four of them.
-Yeah.

Why not start with the simplest?
This looks perfect to me:

"Beginners water color classes

"Tuesday nights,
from 7:00 to 9:00 p.m."

That's it.

John-Boy, this is so exciting!

Yeah, we're gonna have to
concentrate on driving lessons.

It's gonna be
nothing but a dream

if you can't get yourself
back and forth.

Okay, Mama.
Now, make sure it's in neutral.

Now it's in neutral.

Alright, turn your key. Okay.

Push down on the clutch.

Push down on the starter button.

Elizabeth! Come here!

Elizabeth, you stay still.

Now, push down
on the accelerator.

Not too much! Not too much!

Ease her into first gear.

Now, down on the accelerator
and ease it up on the clutch.

Ease up off the clutch. Take
your foot off the clutch easy.

Ease it up, ease it up.

No! No! No! No! No!

Put your brake on!
No! Watch out! No, no, no.

Step on the brake!

Put the brake on!

Keep out of the garden!

I'm not gonna lie anymore.

Mama, no! Brake!
Brake it, don't....

-Oh, John-Boy!
-Take it easy! Hold on.

Watch out for the trees.

Grandma, we gotta
get her out of there!

Steer for the tree!

Oh! John-Boy!

Well, just put the brakes on!

Get back, get back, everybody!

Turn that thing off, John-Boy.
You're not teaching her right.

What do you mean I'm not
teaching her right, Daddy?

-It's not the same.
-Don't tell me what's different.

I've been driving longer
than you've been alive.

I know as much about cars
as anyone.

I drove the first one
back in 1900.

New cars are
different from those old ones.

I may have forgotten
what I knew...

Coordination is the main thing!

I know coordination is the main
thing, I was just.... I'm sorry!

Any sign of them yet, Son?

No, sir.

Think anything happened to them?

Of course not, Elizabeth.

They probably just had a long
line at the license office.

Esther, come on out
and see the fun.

-I have chores to do.
-Here they come!

-Jason, who's driving?
-I can't tell.

-It's Mama! Mama's driving!
-Then get out of the way!

-Good job, hon. You learned it.
-How about that?

We got a lady with a license.

-Now can I learn how to drive?
-No, not tonight, Mary Ellen.

Tonight Mama's going into town
for her first class.

-Bye, Mama.
-Bye.

Have a good time.

-Bye.
-Drive careful.

Now, you drive carefully,
you hear?

Bring home your pictures!

Hey!

-That's the wrong way. That way.
-Wrong way.

-Have fun.
-Bye-bye.

Bye!

Hello, I'm Joshua Williams.
And you're....

I'm Olivia Walton.

Olivia.

Ladies and gentlemen,
your attention, please.

I want to introduce you
to your new classmate...

-Olivia Walton.
-How do you do?

Olivia, meet the rest
of tomorrow's greatest painters!

Why don't we put you back there?

Put your art book right here.

Let's put this on, so you won't
get your sweater dirty.

Thank you.

Paint, brushes, board...

charcoal.

We're working on apples.

Have a seat, Olivia.

-Is everything alright?
-Yes, thank you, Mr. Williams.

Does it bother you
that I called you Olivia?

Oh, no.

Well, yes, I suppose it does.
I guess I....

I guess I thought school
would be more formal.

Alright, Mrs. Walton.

That's too formal.

It's only paper.

It's so empty.

It will be until you fill it.

After you've made that first
mark, you'll be much less scared

than you think
you are right now.

I've never drawn apples before.

What have you drawn?

Well, I tried to paint
a mountain once.

-Was it a real mountain?
-Oh, yes, Walton's Mountain...

named after my husband's family
when they first settled there.

It's....

It's very pretty.

Why do you want to paint it?

Because it's so strong...

and comforting.

It seems to be saying, "Don't
worry. I'll always be here...

"standing...

"and watching over you."

Think I'll try those apples now.

He understands what I mean
almost before I say it.

It's the strangest thing, John.

It's almost as if
he has a special way of knowing.

Guess that's what makes him
a good teacher.

The students sure like him
a lot. Especially the women.

He has a way with them.

Them?

How about you?

Oh, John, he's just a baby!

What'd you paint?

I'm not good enough to paint,
yet. I'm still sketching.

-I drew a bowl of apples.
-I'd like to see that.

Well, maybe, when they're
round like apples

instead of flat like pennies,
I'll show it to you.

Mary Ellen...

I don't know
how many more nights...

I'm gonna be able to stay up
waiting for you.

I'm sorry, Daddy,
the time just flew by.

Mary Ellen, Don is a nice boy...

but 9:00 is your
bedtime on weekdays.

We're working people, honey,
and school's your work.

You're not going to be able to
do it if you don't get sleep.

At my age,
I don't need much sleep.

At my age, I do.

What do you and Don find to talk
about for so long, anyway?

Sutures.

Sutures!

A lot of improvement.
Goodnight.

Goodnight.

-Goodnight, Joshua.
-Goodnight, Janice.

Florence.

Olivia.

I wanted to show you something.

They're round!
Olivia, the apples are round!

Now you're ready
to start painting.

I know. I never thought
I'd get it right.

They're very good, too.

Though you still could use
a little work

right here,
a little more shading.

Oh, sensitive.
The mark of the true artist.

Now, why don't you tell me
why you really stayed back?

I wanted to show you
my mountain picture.

I've been working
on it at home, and I....

Oh.

I see what you mean.

About the mountain being strong.
It's very good, Olivia.

Thank you.

-Could be a lot better, though.
-Oh, of course it could be.

But it shows spirit

and you can see the care
that's gone into the work.

Qualities I see in you,
I see in it.

I worked really hard on it.

You know, you should paint
a lot more, Olivia.

You have a lot of things to say
and you have the skill.

You could express them
beautifully if you work on it.

I don't have the
kind of time it would take.

If you enjoy it,
then you must make the time.

There's too much housework.

Housework is for
ordinary people.

You don't understand.

My time isn't my own.
I have a family.

Then you must get away from them
to a quiet place...

where you can work.

You really don't understand.

When I say a family, I mean it.
I've got seven children.

Housework may be ordinary
but then, so is my life.

Olivia...

do you ever think about
a different kind of life?

One where you could do
just what you wanted to do?

You could paint
whenever you wanted to...

you could eat at
any hour you chose...

or if you wanted to walk
in the rain or the sunlight...

all you'd have to do
is walk out the door...

and start walking.

Do you ever think
about a life...

where you could do
what you wanted to do...

when you wanted to do it?

Yes, sometimes.

Is that the kind of life
you have?

It's the way I'd want it to be.

Sounds lovely.

But I've chosen
a different kind of life.

But you do think about it?

Yes...

sometimes.

Come on. Let's go
have a cup of coffee.

Thank you,
but I have to get home.

Try doing just
what you feel like doing.

For half an hour, anyway.

Alright.

I don't know.
The only problem is...

I get a little icky
at the sight of blood.

If you're gonna be a doctor,
Don you gotta overcome that.

Like, take me. I've been around
blood all my life.

You know, with the chickens--

Mary Ellen.
It's time to come in.

-In a minute, Grandma.
-Mary Ellen, it's late.

I'll be right in.

She's so old-fashioned.

I don't know about that.
I think your grandma's right.

Women need looking after.

Well, Don, if I'm gonna
be a doctor--

You mean nurse.

I've changed my mind.

Mary Ellen, why are you trying
to compete with me?

-Mary Ellen.
-Just a minute, Grandma!

Listen, Don,
let me tell you something.

I'm not the least bit interested
in competing with you.

I can be as good a doctor
as you, if not better.

As far as I'm concerned,
you can just go jump in a lake.

Grandma, why do you
keep yelling at me?

Don and I are trying to have
a serious conversation.

-It's late and I need my sleep.
-Well, why don't you go to bed?

Because it's not proper
for you to be out there...

with a young man
without a grown person

waiting up until he's left.

I don't know who's more
old-fashioned. You or Don.

I'm an adult capable
of making my own decisions.

Well, not to me you're not.

In just a few years
I'm gonna be a doctor.

-A what?
-A doctor.

Whatever are you talking about,
Mary Ellen?

I've decided that the real
medical world is doctoring,

not nursing.

There's no such thing
as a lady doctor.

-There is, too.
-Name one.

Dr. Marie Curie,
Dr. Clara Swain...

Dr. Alice Hamilton,
Dr. Emily Dunning Barringer...

Hopefully, by the time you're
grown up...

that sort of thing
will have stopped happening.

Now, will you please go to bed?

And Dr. Mary Ellen Walton.
M.E. Walton, M.D.

Paul Gauguin.

He had an ordinary life.

Wife, children, a good job...

but he wanted to paint.

So he just got up one day
and left everything behind.

-Where'd he go?
-Tahiti.

Tahiti?

My goodness.

Only a man could do that.

You're wrong, Olivia.

There was a woman
called Mary Cassatt.

She left home in Philadelphia
and went to Paris to paint...

and live.

Paris.

You know...

there's a little square there

in the shadow of
the Sacre Coeur...

all the painters
of Paris gather there

and paint that
lovely cathedral...

and all the small alleys...

and cafes and streets
leading up Montmartre.

My husband was there
during the armistice.

One day I'll live there.

What would you say if I said

"Olivia, come with me.
We'll go to Paris.

"I'll paint in a garret
and you can be my inspiration."

I'd say, "Who's gonna
feed the children...

"and see that they get off
to school on time?"

Olivia, there you go...

being ordinary again.

I told you...

I am ordinary.

Paris, France.

Children, I want you to have
your breakfast before I leave.

If just once when I ask them
to hurry, they would.

Good Lord, Olivia.
It's only 7:30.

I told them
I had to leave early.

-Have a good time, Liv.
-I wish you were going with me.

I'm not much for museums.

Besides, I got a job to get done
over in Scottsville.

-Anything I can do for you?
-No, thanks, Pop.

You could get to that firewood
out back.

Take care.

I sure would like to go
somewhere, even Scottsville.

It's been a long time
since I have been anywhere.

You're not going anywhere,
at least not today.

Can't have everyone gallivanting
all over the country.

Mr. Williams has taken
a lot of trouble...

to arrange this museum trip

and nothing in the world
would stop me from going.

Well, it's just plain
foolishness, far as I can see.

Imagine going all the way to
Richmond and all the way back...

just to look
at a couple of pictures.

Daddy? Can you drop me
at school?

Hurry it up, Son. I gotta be
in Scottsville at 8:30.

-Sit down and have breakfast.
-I can't, Grandma.

-You'll ruin your digestion.
-I can't, Grandma.

Daddy's dropping me,
he'll be late.

-I'm using John-Boy's car.
-That's okay, Mama.

Well, it'll have to be,
this one time, anyway.

-Don't be late.
-I'll be home after supper.

I hope it won't be too late.
That is if I get out of here.

Have a good time.
And drive careful.

Your car's in good hands.

-Pigs.
-Watch your language.

Mama...

What's the name of that painter
you were telling us about?

-Paul Gauguin.
-He was a Frenchman.

He ran away from his wife to
paint natives without much on...

on an island off somewheres.

-Tahiti.
-Some heathen place.

I told you no good could come
from this painting business.

You're wrong, Esther.
He was great.

Famous, in more ways than one.

Yeah, well, I'd like to hear
his wife's side of that story.

What kind of pictures
does he paint, Mama?

I'll tell you when I get back.
Now hurry up and eat.

I reached first.

-But I want it.
-But I got it.

There's plenty for everybody.

Mary Ellen, will you get
the toast? It's in the oven.

Why do I have to? What am I,
some kind of slave around here?

What is the matter with you?

Well, what do you care?
You don't have any time.

You have to go off
to that dumb museum.

See? A woman's place
is in the home.

Grandma, I am only going
to Richmond for the day.

The way you're all
acting around here

you'd think I was going
to Tahiti forever.

-Mary, what's bothering you?
-It isn't important.

You are making me very angry.
Now, you know I have to leave...

and you're deliberately not
telling me what's on your mind.

-What's the matter?
-It isn't important.

If it's bothering you,
it is important.

Do you think it's alright
for women to be doctors?

-Did you and Don Millman fight?
-He had the nerve to tell me...

that it was weird for me
to want to be a doctor.

I thought medicine was
what you two had in common.

-It is. Or was.
-What happened?

He told me he didn't want
a woman competitor.

He thought of me
as an assistant.

And I told him
to go jump in a lake.

What's worrying you? His not
wanting the competition

or you telling him
to go jump in the lake?

Both.

Why don't you tell him
that you didn't mean to be rude?

Do you think it's strange
for a lady to be a doctor?

No. They do most of the
doctoring in the world as it is.

It's high time they got
a college degree and got paid.

You better hurry, Mama.
You're gonna be late.

-I'll see the kids off.
-Thank you, Mary Ellen.

There they are, waiting on us.

Well!

Looks like we won't be
a stag party after all.

We're so sorry to be late.

But we stopped by
for Mrs. Colton.

She was afraid her
legs would swell up

walking all day in the museum.

Are we the only ones going?

All the other men
but me is working.

I don't think we should wait
any longer, Mr. Williams.

Now, I'm sure that Mrs. Walton
is planning on coming.

There she is.

-I'm sorry I'm late.
-I'm just glad you made it.

-Hello.
-Alright. Here we go.

-Janice?
-Me first.

Mr. Evanston,
I'll put you in back

between these
two lovely ladies...

-if you don't mind.
-Mind? No, sir.

I haven't had a date like this
for almost 30 years.

You've got a pretty nice date
yourself, Mr. Williams.

I couldn't agree with you more,
Mrs. Hallet.

-Everybody ready?
-Sure, we are.

Hold on to your hats.

Now, I want you all to look at
each painting very carefully...

so we can discuss it
when we get back to class.

I just can't believe
I'm really here.

How do you do?

Isn't that amazing?
Look at that.

The painter caught the exact
look of an older person...

who really loves life.

It's in the eyes.

John's father looks like that
when he smiles.

Oh!

This one's by someone named
Winslow Homer, 1872.

Look at the color of that skin.

How does he make it
look so real?

I don't think
I like this one very much.

But those colors.

You can almost feel
how cold that water is.

See the highlighting?

Now, that's how my bowl of fruit
should have looked.

Olivia, that's a bunch
of onions. You're doing apples.

Don't make fun of me.
It's the same thing.

It's what you were
talking about.

The lines disappearing
behind the object.

I give up.

Look. Look at that.

Sweet.

Look at that little boy
pulling up his drawers.

I sure couldn't do that.

Olivia?

Excuse me.

Oh, Joshua, it's beautiful.

I knew you'd like it.

It's just wonderful.

Look at that shadow around her
mouth and that tiny smile.

The way he's standing there
looking at her...

they could be right here
in this room now.

And his eyes...

he's looking at her with his
eyes so filled with love.

Oh, Joshua,
what a wonderful day.

Yes...

it is.

Right. Come on.

John? How about my beating you
at a game of checkers?

Tonight you probably could, Pa.

Then let's go at it.

For once they're where
they're supposed to be.

Red or black?

Black.

-John-Boy, what are you doing?
-Reading, same as you.

That's not what I'm doing.

It looks like what you're doing.

This story's too hard.

What story is that?

The one about the mermaid
who wants legs.

-The one Mama's reading you?
-Yeah.

Could you finish it?

No, honey. I....

Mama will be back and I'm sure
she wants to know...

how it ends herself,
so wait till she gets home.

-She'll read it to you.
-Yeah, but Mama's not here.

Elizabeth, she said
she'd be home after dinner.

We already ate.

Okay, I'll finish it for you.

Then when Mommy gets home,
I can tell her how it ends.

Okay.

-John-Boy.
-Yes, sir.

You taught your mama to drive

did you teach her
how to change tires?

Oh-oh.

I was planning on it.

Planning is not doing, Son.

Sorry.

-Did Mama have a flat tire?
-I hope not, honey.

-Well, where were you up to?
-About here.

-Right here. You sure?
-Yeah.

Okay.

"And so the little mermaid
thought and thought.

"'If only I had feet,'
she said...

"'then I could go and
look for the fisherman myself.'

"The little mermaid floated
along thinking about where"....

Pa, maybe Livie's had trouble
with the car.

Maybe I ought to drive
into Charlottesville.

You know Livie well enough...

if she was in any real trouble
she'd ask for help.

"She closed her eyes..."

Your move.

"...and very soon
she was fast asleep."

Help keep your mind
off the time.

I'll get these doors.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Look out. Thank you.
Oh, yes, thank you.

-Next trip, New York. Right?
-Yes.

Maybe, Mr. Evanston, maybe.

May I escort you ladies home?

-That'll be our pleasure.
-Delighted, Mr. Evanston.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight.

Olivia, thank you so much.

My family's gonna be
worried sick.

Why don't you leave your car
here? I'll drive you home.

That'd be lovely, but John will
need the car in the morning.

Olivia, it was a wonderful day.

I think it was probably the most
exciting day of my life.

I've made my decision.
I am going to be a doctor.

Don can either like it
or jump in a lake.

That's good.

You'll feel different when you
find yourself all alone...

at the end of the day reading
a lot of books about diseases.

Grandma, if women went along
with that...

they'd be folding clothes
for the rest of their lives.

I'll finish this up, Mama.
You better hurry

if you're gonna
go to your class.

I'm not going tonight.

Alright, take that.
Go upstairs and put them away.

Come on.

Liv, why aren't you going
to class tonight?

I don't wanna talk
about it right now.

Alright.

Joshua Williams is more
interested in me

than he should be.

I thought you said
he was just a kid.

He's 10 years younger than I am.

Hmm-mm.

It's just that he seems
so attracted to me.

You're a beautiful woman.

You've dealt with men who looked
at you or were attracted to you.

Well, not quite this way.

If it's bothering you, Liv,
maybe we ought to

bring it out in the open.

That day we went to Richmond,
to the museum?

We had such fun together and....

Well, I was vaguely aware
that he was attracted to me...

but I didn't think it would go
any further than that.

Did it?

He kissed me.

-He what?
-Well, it wasn't planned.

We really were having
such a good time...

looking at the pictures
and everything...

and then we drove back
to Charlottesville

and he walked me
to the car and...

it happened.

I think he was more surprised
than I was.

What did you do?

I got in the car and came home.
What're you thinking?

I'm thinking
I'm glad I wasn't there.

I don't like you
being bothered like that.

I'm not going back to the class,
so there's no need worrying.

I don't know why not.

You were enjoying yourself,
having fun.

Just have a talk
with this fellow.

Tell him how you feel,
then you can go back.

He's so young. Really.

If I don't go back to the class,
he'll get the point.

Liv, it's not like you to back
off before something's settled.

I know.

Then go back and get it
straightened out.

I don't want to make more
of it than there was...

and he's a nice man
and I like him.

Maybe that's what's bothering
you, that you like him.

-Don't be silly, John.
-I'm not being silly.

Why shouldn't you like him?

He's interested in
what you're interested in.

He's attracted to you.

I have to admit,
it is kind of flattering.

As long as you're aware of it,
it can't be hurtful.

I think you ought to go back
there and straighten it out.

I'll have to think about it.

Alright, Liv,
have it your way.

Just a little more down here
to emphasize the height.

Oh, thank you.

Anybody home?

Olivia.

-What are you doing here?
-I wanted to talk to you.

I want to talk to you, too.
Come on in.

Sit down.

Oh, that's my knitting,
I always put it there.

I can't tell you how many times
I've sat on it myself. Sorry.

Socks. I'm knitting them
for the children.

-Would you like some lemonade?
-Yes, thank you.

Wonderful kitchen.

I don't think I've ever been
in one quite like it before.

Oh, these plants.
I always forget to water them.

I guess it's because
they're so near the tap.

-How long have you lived here?
-Twenty years.

John brought me here
when we were first married.

I met him when I was
16 years old.

Ever since that first day
when I saw him...

I wanted to come to this place
and live here with him.

I know you think I've never had
any real chance...

to decide what kind
of life I want.

Or maybe you think that my life
is boring, but it isn't.

-Olivia....
-Please, let me finish.

This house, that knitting that
you almost sat on...

those plants that I'm always
forgetting to water...

even that glass of lemonade...

all those things are
a part of what I am.

I can understand someone
thinking that maybe

I might want to leave here.

I sometimes wonder what other
kind of life I might have had.

But that's not important.

What is important is that
I'm here because I want to be.

I chose this life and I like it.

I'm very glad I came here.

Olivia, I think
I owe you an apology.

You kept telling me all of that,
I didn't want to believe it.

I'm sorry.

-I feel so...foolish.
-Oh, please, don't.

I am and I always will be very
flattered that you cared for me.

Olivia?

John, this is Joshua Williams.

Joshua, my husband.

-How do you do?
-How do?

I was just leaving.

Mr. Walton...

I'd like Mrs. Walton to consider
coming back to my class.

She's beginning
to draw very well.

Would you mind if she did that?

I don't see why she shouldn't.

Thank you.

Good afternoon.

I look forward
to seeing you in class.

Tuesday.

-I'm glad you came by, Joshua.
-So am I.

-Goodbye.
-Bye.

I heard some
of what you said, Liv.

-Did I do good?
-Did just fine.

Hey, he's cute. Who is he?

Joshua Williams.
My painting teacher.

Did he come to drag you back
to class by brute force?

Something like that.

Hey, there's Don.
Mama, what am I gonna do?

Why don't you wait here
and see what he has to say?

-Hi, Mary Ellen.
-Hi, Don.

Listen, I would have given you a
call but you don't have a phone.

How are you going to be
a doctor without a telephone?

-I.... You wanna walk?
-Yeah.

The mountain colored our lives
when we lived in its shadow...

and even after, when the course
of our lives led us far away.

Wherever I may be...
with the coming of night

also comes the whisper
of those long-ago voices.

-What's going on in, you girls?
-Nothing, Mama.

-Somebody's whistling.
-Mama, it's just Don.

He promised he'd whistle
goodnight to me from the road.

I thought he was a doctor,
not a mockingbird.

-Mama, make Ben shut up.
-Be quiet, Ben.

-Can I please whistle back?
-Go ahead, Mary Ellen.

Otherwise, he'll be
out there all night.

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