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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.

(LAUGHS)

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!

JOHN-BOY: 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!

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Oh, I'll get it.

Oh, 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 bit.

You can use Mama and Daddy's
room. I'll help you.

That's alright.
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.

Guess we better set another
place for 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.

Oh, 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?

(LAUGHING)

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.

(SOFT PIANO PLAYING)

Do I look old, drawn?

You look fine.

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

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

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...

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.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

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 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.

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.

ROSE: 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?

-Voila.
-Thank you.

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

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.

Alright. 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.

We ought to give in
to what we've been

feeling all along,
don't you?

(HAMMERING)

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 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.

(CHUCKLING) 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.

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?
There's someone at the door.

-Good afternoon, Corabeth.
-Mr. Godsey, please, I am

on an important
telephone call...

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?

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!

(SIGHS)

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

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

Great.

Ooh, Ike. You've got enough
of this stuff to keep

the whole 7th Infantry high
for a month.

The Baldwins gave me a bottle
every time my back went out.

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 kinda thing around.

Well, you know, truth is boring.

Everybody thinks that Corabeth
left 'cause I'm a stuffed shirt.

Is that what she's been saying?

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.

(LAUGHS)

You could do something even
stronger. 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 the best
thing you can do.

Let her realize how much
you mean to her.

You two are talking lunacy.

Mm-hmm, 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 oughta 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.

Goodnight.

Well, I am off to
Charlottesville.

After a week of searching,
I'm 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?
-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.

(SIGHS)

We might be real late.

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.

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.

Connect me with the
Charlottesville Escort Service.

I don't care what kind
of reputation I 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.

He's the first thing I think
of when I wake up,

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.

(SIGHING) Elizabeth,
you're playing with fire.

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 alright

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've forgiven myself
if I had let things go too far.

(SIGHING) 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.

(ERIN SIGHS)

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.

(SQUEALING)

(LAUGHING)

(EXCLAIMS)

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.

(LAUGHING)

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 wanna 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!

(LAUGHING)

(WHISPERING)
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!

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.

ROSE: Bye-bye, dear.
MARY ELLEN: You look nice.

-Thank you.
-ERIN: What took you long?

MARY ELLEN: Drew.
You look nice, too.

You have a good time.
Goodnight.

CORABETH: Bye-bye.
ROSE: 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, 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.

(PLAYING UPBEAT MUSIC)

(NINA SUE SQUEALS)

(LAUGHING)

Let's get some
more beer, huh?

(LAUGHING)

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

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.
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!

(BOTH LAUGHING UPROARIOUSLY)

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...

(GRUNTING)

(SIGHS)

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.

(SIGHS)

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

Oh, 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?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(WHIMPERS)

(DOOR OPENING)

Your clothes are kind
of wrinkled.

Yeah, I slept in them.

Did you get
a goodnight's rest?

Yeah, sort of.

I didn't.

No, neither did I.

I'm really sorry
about last night.

It's alright.

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've been a 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...

I'm afraid if we had gone too
far, 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
for the rest of your things?

-That's right.
-Don't forget anything,

'cause if you do,
you'll find it right out,

in the middle of the road.

Why, I refuse to listen
to these threats.

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.

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're not gonna
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.

(LAUGHING)

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 the
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.

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.

(DOOR CLOSING)

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

The phone never stopped ringing.

Oh, Ike...

JOHN-BOY: 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.

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

CORABETH: I don't believe
I have.

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

CORABETH: The water faucet
at the Walton House

drips incessantly.
I could hardly sleep.

IKE: It doesn't matter anymore,
does it?

CORABETH: Goodnight, Ike.

IKE: Goodnight, Corabeth.