All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S03E25.The.Venture.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Late in 1935, there came
a time of excitement

and anticipation
on Walton's Mountain.

Big things, we felt,
were about to happen.

Like the rest of the country...

we were inching out of the worst
of the Depression...

and on a single day,
three of us

attempted to take
giant steps.

I was applying for my first job
on a newspaper.

Father was attempting to expand
his milling operation...

and Jason was only a
hairsbreadth away...

from winning a scholarship

at the Kleinberg Conservatory
of Music.

We were all convinced
that in the months ahead...

we would see the return
of prosperity and happier days.

Elizabeth, if you circle
that date one more time...

you're going to wear out
the calendar.

You should save
those crayons for schoolwork.

They cost a nickel a box.

I don't want anyone to forget
that this is an important date.

Small chance of that.

-I beat you!
-That's not fair.

We've got bread in the oven.
You want it to fall?

Sorry, Grandma.

Mama, I'm hungry.
Is there anything to eat?

There's some bread dough.

There's warm soup
on the back of the stove.

-Well, I'm starving.
-Come on, let's go.

You know, I don't feel
like vegetable soup.

I'm gonna do my chores.

Mama...

are you really
worried about them?

-Well, yeah, I guess I am.
-No need to be worried, Mama.

I wish I was as sure of that
as you are, Elizabeth.

John-Boy will get the job,
Daddy'll get the contract...

and Jason will get
the scholarship.

-We'll live happily ever after.
-Sure.

What makes you sure
of that, Elizabeth?

Because today is the 7th.
Seven is our very lucky number.

Superstitious nonsense.

Seven is supposed to be
everybody's lucky number.

How'd it get to be
our private property?

A gypsy told me.

There haven't been gypsies
around in nearly two years.

-You're making it up.
-I'm not. Am I, Jim-Bob?

If there are gypsies hanging
around, you should've told us.

We saw one when Grandpa
took us to Faber.

And Countess Nevita
read my palm...

and said that the number seven
was very important to us.

Your grandpa took you
to see a fortuneteller?

And she only charged us
three cents.

Oh, good Lord!

Well, you certainly got
your money's worth.

Don't worry, Mama.

John-Boy'll get that job.
You just wait and see.

I don't know. He was nervous
when he left here this morning.

What did John-Boy
have to be nervous about?

I think he'd make
a really great reporter.

Took you an hour to do this?

I didn't know you were
testing me for speed.

Speed's important, but
I put more store by accuracy.

I can vouch for the accuracy
of every word there.

-Now, don't flinch.
-I can't help it.

Are you sensitive
about changes in your work?

No, I realize that
when you're starting out

you have to make changes.

Your professor stress
terseness in writing?

Terseness? Concise. Brief.

For instance, here you say

"The patrolman erupted
in a volcanic fury."

Well, that's exactly
what he did.

Could we say,
"The patrolman got mad"?

That would be more terse.

Imagine that old man taking
Elizabeth to see fortuneteller.

I tell you, Livie, I never know
what he's gonna do next.

Well, I hope
that fortuneteller was right.

We could use
all the luck we can get.

Where have you been? Consorting
with the gypsies again?

Never you mind.
You seen any of the boys around?

Ben and Jim-Bob are upstairs
studying for a test.

If you want, I'll call them.

-Grandpa, are you alright?
-Yes.

I could do with a little help
lugging the machinery

over to the new mill.

You're not at all well.
You're burning up.

I just feel a little achy
in my joints, maybe.

I hope you're not coming down
with some kind of a germ.

There's a lot of influenza
going around.

None of that.
I got no time for that.

No? Then you better get to bed.
And right now. Come on.

Leave me alone,
will you, Esther?

Grandpa, you're not going to do
yourself or anybody any good...

if you let yourself
get really sick.

Not you, too, Livie.

Sorry. This time
it's two against one.

You're just gonna
have to listen to us.

-Will you come on?
-Alright.

-Come on.
-I will go and rest for a while.

I'll be in, soon as I make
you a mustard plaster.

Oh, no.

You ladies be good enough
to let me know...

the minute John or the boys
come home, will you?

Will you get undressed
and get to bed?

Alright, well.

Thank you, Miss Marshall.

If you'll just go
to the waiting room now.

Well, I guess it's all over
but the judge's decision, huh?

-Good luck.
-Thank you.

-You sounded really great.
-You sounded good yourself.

The way you played
that Mozart piece...

I reckon you like him
as much as I do.

Not really. But Mozart is
sure-fire audition material.

You...

planning on specializing in
classical music, if you win?

I want to play with Spitalny.

Who's Spitalny?

Phil Spitalny
and his All-Girl Orchestra.

What about you?

I want to compose like Gershwin.

And they have the best classes
here in composition and theory.

Well, it's gonna be
one of us, so good luck.

But not too much.

Miss Marshall, Mr. Walton.

You have been two of the most
skilled finalists we've had.

Unfortunately,
there is only one scholarship...

and therefore only one winner.

You boys stop that.

What's the matter, Grandma?

Your grandpa's sick
and it just might be influenza.

If we get it, we might be able
to stay home from school.

Influenza is nothing
to laugh about.

Your grandpa's in there
having chills one minute...

and burning up
with fever the next.

Want me to go
get the doctor, Grandma?

I reckon I know about treating
influenza as Doc McIvers.

I'll send for him
if I need him.

Okay, Grandma.
Sure wish Daddy would get here.

While you're wishing,
will you bring in some firewood?

I may keep
the fire going all night.

I might sit up
with the old man.

-And do it quiet!
-Okay, Grandma.

Alright, it'll be there.

Take care of that, will you?

You can't do it, John. There's
just no way that you can do it.

Walt, let me worry about that,
will you?

You see those?

Oh, in two weeks, I start
construction of five of these.

Five, not one.

It's a pretty big operation,
John...

and your mill is not geared to
cut the amount of lumber I need.

The studding alone
on this would--

I can deliver
all the studs you need.

All the rafters,
all the siding,

all the sheeting,
all the flooring.

-Within fourteen days?
-I can start delivering in five.

Oh, John.

-I've seen your operation.
-Not lately, you haven't.

You know Woody Dawkins,
over in Crozet?

Yeah, I knew him. He's dead.

I bought all his equipment
from his widow.

All at once?

You win the Irish Sweepstakes,
or something?

Wasn't that easy. I had to take
a loan from the bank.

You are a rounder.
I got to hand it to you.

Here, have some coffee.
You look a little tired.

I am. I been working nights at
the mill. But I'll get it done.

John.

I've been talking
to Cal Smith Lumber

in Charlottesville.

Now, Cal is already geared...

to turn out the lumber
in the volume that I need.

I'm closer to you than him. I
can deliver cheaper and faster.

Now, Walt,
I'm gonna level with you.

I aim to sit right here
until I get that contract.

Bandits are over there.

-They're home!
-They're here!

-They're home.
-They're home!

Hey, everyone.

From the looks of it,
we'd better brace ourselves.

I can't believe that.

-2,500 two-by-fours!
-That's what he wanted.

That's what he said,
I don't know.

Center beams, 12-by-16. It'd
take four men just to lift one.

Right. You're absolutely
right about that.

Well, why doesn't somebody
say something?

-I got the job!
-I got the scholarship!

And I got the contract from
Walt Catlett for five bungalows.

We got it!

I knew you could do it
the whole time.

-How're you feeling, Pa?
-I'm stuffed up and aching.

How'd you make out?

Got that contract
from Walt Catlett.

He's building five new
bungalows...

and we're gonna supply
every stick of lumber.

-Hallelujah, that's tall order.
-I know, Pa, but we'll make it.

Might as well shoot me
for all the good I'm doing you.

-When do you have to deliver?
-Ten days.

That's cutting it all-mighty
short.

If we don't get a roof
on before the rains

why, it'll ruin everything.

I know. I'll have it
finished in two days

be cutting lumber in three.

I am awful sorry
that I got sick on you, Son.

Don't you worry, Pa.

You just get well.

Jim-Bob, that's the third nail
you've lost already.

I wouldn't lose them
if you'd stop bumping into me.

I don't care,
this frame has to go up.

I've to get this nailed down.
I'm as important as you are.

Alright, you boys,
stop squabbling.

-Work!
-Come on. This isn't even here!

-Don't hammer that in yet, Ben.
-Wait a minute.

Esther. What's that noise?

John's back at work
and it's not even daylight.

He better be careful or he's
going to ruin his health.

You're a fine one to talk.

-You feeling alright, Zeb?
-Well, I'll have to say it.

That mustard plaster you put on
is not doing a particle of good.

Then I just have to make another
one, only this time, stronger.

-Oh, no!
-Oh, yes.

Daddy.

Mama's got some breakfast
for you.

I had my breakfast at 4:00, Son.

Well, she's got a plate
of eggs cooked up...

and some fresh coffee,
and some hot biscuits.

Sure could use some coffee.

You know, Daddy,
I wish you wouldn't overdo.

The boys will be out
to help you right after school.

There'll be plenty for them
to do when they get here.

Yeah, I've got to go over
to the newspaper after class...

I promise to make it up
on the weekend.

You say something
about coffee, Son?

Yes, sir. I'll get it for you.

-Got some more soup, Liv?
-There's plenty.

You just take
your time eating it...

'cause you're not gonna work
on that mill anymore today.

I got to.

You're sick.
I can see it in your eyes.

-Just tired. I'll be alright.
-John, I want you to stop now.

Grandpa'll be up in a few days,
the boys can help after school.

Rafters are next. No job
for young boys or old men.

How much can you
ask of yourself?

Liv, I owe $500.
There's no time to slow down.

There's no point in talking
to you. You won't even listen.

-There's a storm coming up.
-You'll work right through it.

-Yes, I will.
-I know you will.

-Liv, I got to get that roof on.
-In the pouring rain?

-Will you leave me alone?
-Well, I might as well.

It's like talking to stone wall
trying to get you to listen.

John.

-He's sick, Livie.
-I know, Grandma.

You speak to him.
He won't listen to me.

It won't do any good.

I'm sick of this damned
Depression.

-Livie!
-Well, I am.

He wouldn't be there killing
himself if things were better.

He's your son. Why don't you
go and talk to him...

ask him what earthly good it
does if he ruins his health?

-But--
-Grandma.

-I'll try.
-Thank you.

John! John Walton!

-What is it, Ma?
-You come down here.

Ma, if it's not important
don't bother me.

I'm heading down
the home stretch.

You're heading for the sickbed.

Johnny.

John?

John-Boy! Jason!

John-Boy!

Calling Dr. Stevens.
Dr. Stevens, please.

Would you please check
with the nurse on duty....

Calling Dr. Dennis.
Dr. Dennis, please.

Mama?

It's alright, it's just me.
It's just me.

I've come to take you home.
You've been here for 12 hours.

Mama, I spoke with Doc McIvers.

He says the best thing
you could do now...

is go home and get some rest.

I rested just fine right here.

Mama, you need all the strength
you can muster up...

when Daddy's home
to get well.

Sitting here exhausting yourself
hour by hour...

is not gonna do you
or anybody else any good.

Mrs. Walton,
you really must go home.

We'll take care of your husband.

I'm gonna be here
when he wakes up.

We have the number of that store
in Walton's Mountain.

We can let you know when there's
any change in his condition.

Mrs. Walton,
I'm gonna have to insist.

Visitors are allowed
only during visiting hours.

Nurse, I'm sorry about your
rules, but I'm staying here.

Excuse me.

Why don't you just--

John-Boy, will you
go find Dr. McIvers...

and make
the proper arrangements, please.

Yes, ma'am.

Livie, as long as
there are no complications

he's gonna be fine.

Why don't you go home
and get some rest?

No.

What's gonna happen
to that brood of children...

if their mother and father
both get down sick?

What's gonna happen to John if
he wakes up alone in a hospital?

Mama, please.

John-Boy, will you go home
and help Grandma?

It's alright.

I'll arrange for your stay.

Thank you.

If you need me, just call
the store, alright?

He's still got his fever.

He's getting better.

Thank you, Grandma.

-Is he going to get better soon?
-I hope so, honey.

How long does he have to stay
in the hospital?

About 10 days.

Ten days? What about the
new mill and the saw?

We might say fare-thee-well to
Walton and Sons Lumber Yard...

if we don't get that Catlett
order cut and delivered.

First things first, old man...

I say that we should get John
out of that hospital.

We can take good care
of him right here.

Yeah, I can stay home
and be his nurse.

No. Everybody has got to go
about their daily business.

Grandma, he is getting the best
care he can, right where he is.

John-Boy, we're gonna owe
that hospital an arm and a leg.

I'm bringing home
a paycheck every week.

It's not much, but it'll help.

I can get extra work
with Bobby Bigelow...

if Mama'd let me
work weeknights.

That's right, Jason.

With help, I could cut and
deliver Catlett order myself.

I don't care if Catlett
ever sees that order.

John's worked himself
into the hospital

and you're just
out of sick bed.

And I have no intention
of spending my time...

going to funerals
of my son and my husband...

seeing them put underground
because of their foolishness.

What are you
doing out of bed?

You want the children
to catch that germ?

Now, you get back to bed.

I'll admit your grandma
is right for once.

I don't feel quite up to it just
now. I'll go sweat it out.

Come on. And that
goes for you, it's late.

Excuse me.

-Daddy and Grandpa gonna die?
-Of course not.

All they need is a little rest.

In a couple of weeks, they'll be
back to their old selves again.

Come on, why don't you children
do what Grandma says?

-Just go to bed, alright?
-It's a good idea.

-Good night.
-Good night.

-Good night.
-Good night, honey.

Good night.

Is Daddy really gonna be okay?

Jason, you ought to see him
in that oxygen tent thing.

It just....

He's gonna be alright. It's....

That's not really
what worries me.

How are we gonna get
that loan payment out

by the first of the month...

if the mill isn't operating
and don't get Catlett order out?

That's something I don't know.

If we don't come up
with the money,

we could lose
the house, couldn't we?

Yes, we could.

-Amen.
-Amen.

He's awake.

That's good news, Mama.

Sent me home to rest.
He sends his love to everybody.

Well, I'll go by
and see him later.

I've grown to hate this place.

It's a strange thing.
Couple of days ago...

it looked like everything was
going so well for this family.

Maybe we're being told
not to get too prideful.

"Pride goeth before
destruction."

Mama, pride doesn't have
anything to do with this mill.

Daddy's been struggling
to build this...

just so that he could
make things better for us.

I know.

I get so afraid when I think
of us going into debt.

Maybe losing the house.

Or remember,
the Bible also says:

"They saw the Lord was with them
and He caused them to prosper."

Well, I don't doubt
that the Lord is with us.

He just hasn't seen fit to send
us much prosperity lately.

Well, I'm working, and Jason's
working. That should help some.

I'm going to get a job, too.

What? Are you serious?

It seems you've got
enough of a job...

taking care of this house
and this family.

Grandma will just have
to take over for a while.

Did you speak to Daddy
about this?

No, I thought I'd wait
until it's settled.

Well.

Well, other women have done it,
I don't see why I can't.

You better come in the house
before you catch pneumonia, too.

Olivia Walton.

You left a lot of information
off your form, Mrs. Walton.

I'm sorry, I've never really
worked in business before.

You take Gregg or Pitman?

I don't understand.

Shorthand.

How many words a minute?

How many words a minute, what?

How many words a minute
do you type?

I don't type.

"Typing: none."

Mrs. Walton...

this agency provides
skilled personnel

for business
and professional people.

Exactly what skills
do you have...

that might make you
a person of value

to one of our
prospective employers?

Well, I've never
really worked before.

I mean, I've worked,
but not in an office.

You see, my husband
is in the hospital and I....

Thank you for your time.

Excuse me.

Margaret Allen.

He told Jim-Bob,
he'd give him two cents...

if he went on the roof
and crowed like a rooster.

Jim-Bob told Elizabeth
he'd give her five cents...

if she'd go up to the tree house
and flap her arms.

Hi, Mama.

Excuse me, Mary Ellen,
while I kiss your father.

Hello, honey.

Well, I guess I'll leave
you two lovebirds alone.

-Bye-bye, Daddy.
-Bye, honey.

Excuse me, miss, could you help
me? I dropped that magazine.

Thanks a lot.

-My name is Joseph Wilkes.
-I'm Mary Ellen Walton.

My Daddy has the pneumonia.
What are you in for?

Well, I fell out of my tractor.
Broke my leg in four places.

-That must be uncomfortable.
-Yeah.

Why don't you sit down
and I'll tell about it.

-No, thanks, I can't. Goodbye.
-Bye.

-How's Elizabeth?
-She really misses you.

John-Boy?

His part-time job
is working out alright.

Says the boss is hard on him,
but he's learning a lot.

And how are you?

I'm having the time of my life.
All kinds of new experiences.

Liv, I wanna talk
seriously to you.

Do I have to be serious? I wanna
just enjoy being here with you.

I've been thinking, Liv.

I over-extended myself.

There's no way I'm going
to make those bank payments.

We'll find a way.

I want you to go home.

Tell Grandpa and John-Boy
to sell the new equipment.

John, there's got to be
something we can do.

I'll go back
to the old operation.

It's not much,
but at least it paid the bills.

I'm not going to take the chance
of losing our home.

Are you sure
that's what you want?

Yes, Liv. I'm sure.

Please go home
and tell them my decision.

Once upon a time, like today...

me and Jim-Bob went down
to Ike Godsey's store.

Ike and Corabeth were hollering
at each other something awful.

Mr. Godsey...

this
General Merchandise Store...

is in bad need
of a coat of paint.

Corabeth, do you think my
pockets are lined with money?

Mr. Godsey,
I do not intend to exist...

in this rundown shack
one more minute.

We'll have us both in the
poorhouse, before you know it.

Then Mrs. Essie Davis came in...

and said that we'd probably
go to the poorhouse.

She said that Franklins
had a mortgage like us...

and the bank made 'em
go to the poorhouse.

Well, the next time
you hear anyone say that...

you just tell them
to watch their tongue.

Alright, now,
down off that table.

Nobody in this house is going
to end up in the poorhouse.

Excuse me, Grandma. Mama's home.

-Is Daddy okay?
-He's much better, honey.

Is John-Boy here?

He's upstairs working on
an assignment for a paper.

Will you get him,
Ben? Where's Jason?

Sulking. Grandma made him
stop practicing the piano.

-Was too much. Tell about John.
-He's feeling better, Grandma.

You can go see him tomorrow
if you want to.

-Me, too?
-Me, too?

I'm sorry, only children
over 16 are allowed in.

But we'll take him
all your messages.

Mama, how is he?

He's coming along fine,
John-Boy.

Your daddy has something
he wanted me to tell you.

You better all sit down.

Your....

Your daddy feels
it might be better if we...

put off opening
Walton and Sons Lumber Yard...

-until another time.
-Oh, no.

Grandpa, he wants you
to sell everything...

except the old mill equipment
as quickly as you can.

Then when's Walton and Sons
Lumber Yard going to be?

I suspect the Lord'll make that
happen when the time is right.

-I suspect the time is now.
-I agree with John-Boy.

That mill is sitting out there
practically built.

-We've got to finish it.
-I vote yes on that.

-So do I.
-Yeah, me, too.

We can all help.

I don't think you children
realize how serious this is.

If we don't sell that equipment,
we can't meet the loan...

if we don't,
we've to sell the house.

Your father has made a decision
and we must respect it.

Mama, if we try
to sell that machinery...

it's gonna take days to find
a buyer. We can't give up now.

No, no,
with all of us working...

before you go to school,
the young'uns, I mean...

and after school
they come out and help.

I know we can do it.
That includes me.

This is an emergency.

I know what I gotta do. I don't
know about the rest of you...

but I cannot leave this house
for another morning...

and go off to college
knowing what's happening here.

I'm sorry. Now, I'm gonna go
out there and work.

-Me, too.
-Let's all go. Come on.

John-Boy, hold on there now.

-Hold on.
-Grandma, what do you think?

I think you better change your
clothes. We've got work to do.

I'll go change. You take
the children their coats.

Oh, darn it all.

-Timber!
-Very funny.

-Ben, hurry up now.
-I am!

Sit still!

-Hurry up.
Here.

Okay. I'll hold them up
in another minute.

-Jim-Bob.
-Come on, Jason.

-Do you want the nail?
-Yes, I want the nail.

Why don't you take time, Jason?

-Jim-Bob, get over here.
-Get to work, Jim-Bob.

-John-Boy.
-Just wait a minute.

Would you listen to me?

I've found out
what's the matter with this.

-Listen, please.
-Grandpa.

I can tell you what's wrong.

-What?
-There are parts missing.

Jim-Bob, girls are doing more
work than you are right now.

-Will you get going?
-I'm tired.

So are we all, you baby.

Will you just stop it, please?
I can't even hear myself think.

Alright now, Grandpa,
there's parts missing.

Tell me what, let me go
to the store, and get them.

Yes, you'll have
to be ordering them.

It'll take time
for them to get here.

Well, I cannot sit around here
and wait for parts to come!

Let's go see if we can get
that shaper in some condition.

Come on.

Let me look at these plans here.

-What's the matter with you?
-I hit my thumb with the hammer.

Look, Grandpa.

-Which of you bumped the ladder?
-It was Mary Ellen!

-Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
-What?

None of you are doing any good.
Why don't you--

-John-Boy, calm down.
-Mama....

We all need a break now.
Jason, you alright?

-It's coffee time.
-Yeah.

-Can we have hot chocolate?
-Yes, you can.

We did plenty of work, John-Boy.

Will you shut up, Erin?

Jason, will you come here? Come
let me have a look at you, son.

Please, Grandpa, don't--

There's nothing wrong.
It isn't broken.

I know there's nothing
wrong with it.

Why don't you go back upstairs
instead of complaining...

-about a thumb. Go back to work.
-It's not just a bruised thumb.

I have to play a barn dance
Saturday night.

How am I gonna play guitar--

It was pretty careless
of you to hurt yourself.

-You go back up and get to work.
-You're pushing us too hard.

I'm tired.
I can't see straight.

Jason, I am not making anyone do
more than I'm making myself do.

You understand?

You are, John.
You're pushing us too far.

You yourself,
and we are being pushed too far.

And we're through, we're just--

We are not through! We're going
to work until we drop.

And we still won't be finished,
John-Boy.

-John-Boy, Grandpa's right.
-He's not right.

Yeah?

It's me.
Can I see you for a minute?

I don't really wanna talk
to anyone right now, Jason.

It's important.
It'll only take a second.

Alright, come on in.

You know, Jason, I....

I didn't mean to be
so rough on you there.

It's just been an awful day.

I know. Don't worry about it.

I had an idea.

Yeah?

If I was to start working
with Bobby Bigelow, full time...

traveling with him...

I'd be earning a considerable
amount of money every week.

-You can't do that.
-Now, listen. Hear me out.

See, the band
travels in the bus.

I wouldn't need to pay for rooms
or anything. Just food.

Bobby provides the uniforms.

And the scholarship at Kleinberg
goes down the drain.

John-Boy, I'm only 17. I can
go to the Conservatory anytime.

Mama and Daddy are not gonna let
you throw away that scholarship

to go running around with
a bunch of country musicians.

That's all there is to it.

Anyway, you still want
to write music?

Sure, but what's that
got to do with anything?

You say you can go
to the Conservatory anytime.

Come on, Jason. That scholarship
is for right now...

not for when things get better.

-What's this?
-It's a letter...

notifying the Conservatory I'm
letting go of the scholarship.

What?

I'm letting go
of the scholarship.

You can't send this.

After all it took
for you to get that scholarship?

After all the convincing it took
to get Daddy to go with it?

You can't throw
that away, Jason.

Anyway, I have
an idea of my own.

You figure out how to turn
sawdust into money?

No.

I got a way to keep our heads
above the water for a while.

How's that?

I'd rather nobody
knew about it just yet.

You know, Jason...

I don't want you to think
I was making light of this.

I know how much it took
for you to write it.

Believe me.

Mr. Fletcher.

I promise you, you won't find
a harder working man.

I don't doubt for a minute.
I wish I had more like you.

-Then what's the problem?
-You're quitting college.

Only for a year,
if I can work it out.

How'll I know
you won't quit me?

Mr. Fletcher,
I've made my decision.

If you don't want to give
me work on your paper...

I'll just have to find it
someplace else.

Have you told them at the
University you're quitting?

I'm going to speak to Dean Beck
on Monday about it.

How long before you think
you can start here?

As soon as I've spoken with him.

I've to clean out my locker,
say goodbye to professors.

Are you sure you know
what you're doing?

Yes, sir.

Report here Tuesday at 8:00 a.m.

Thank you.

I'll see you Tuesday, sir.

Walton...

if you want writing
for a career...

it's practical day-to-day
experience that counts.

You learn more here in a year,
than four at the University.

Son, you've made
a smart decision.

Your daughter tells me
she wants to be a nurse.

She'd make a good one, too.

You got a son in college,
and one at music school...

and a daughter that's going
to be a nurse. Not bad.

Darn tooting, that's not bad.

-John-Boy.
-Daddy.

-Joseph.
-Hey, John.

-Well, how's the food?
-Not like your mama's.

You don't have to tell me.
I remember well.

Daddy, I'd like to say
something to you.

-Sure.
-Could I draw the curtain?

-Alright. Excuse us, Joseph.
-Sure.

I don't think you'll
like what I have to say...

but my mind is made up.

So I'd appreciate it
if you'd just listen to me.

Mr. Fletcher at the newspaper...

says that I can work for him
full time, starting Tuesday.

Says he'll give me
$13.50 a week...

plus money for my gas, 'cause I
travel more than 25 miles a day.

He must think a lot of you,
making an offer like that.

Well, it was my idea.

I....

I thought maybe that I would...

leave college for a year.

-No.
-Just wait a minute.

I told you, I've made up my
mind. I can leave college...

and work it out so that
I don't lose my scholarship.

Now, Mr. Fletcher thinks
it's a wonderful idea.

He says a year of practical
experience will be good for me.

I don't need to be
in college to write.

I can write any place that
I've got a paper and a pencil.

I can read anything I want,
it's....

I look at this job as
the beginning of real career.

I'm looking forward
to working on the paper.

I said no.

-Why not?
-'Cause you're kidding yourself.

You drop out for a year,
you may never get back.

Life has a way of tying you down
with responsibilities, John-Boy.

This is your time. I'm not going
to let you throw it away.

Daddy...

if I bring home
that money every week...

then you won't have to get rid
of the mill or the equipment.

And we can have
Walton and Sons Lumber Yard...

-Is that John Walton?
-They're having a disagreement.

The bank won't take anything
away from us...

the hospital won't have
to wait for us to pay bills.

No.

Please, would you let me
do this for you and Mama?

No!

Alright, I can be
as stubborn as you can.

I'm telling you,
my mind's made up.

John-Boy, I said, no!

-I'm sorry, it's already done.
-Undo it!

I'm sorry, I don't really want
to talk about it anymore.

I want to talk about it, Son.

-Sorry Daddy, not now.
-Come back here.

-Not now, I'm sorry.
-Come back here!

Hi, John.

What's going on here?

-Mama.
-Zeb.

There's Ike Godsey.

I guess we better get started by
putting up that siding there.

Somebody show Ike
how to drive a nail.

Somebody show Zack
how to use a hammer.

Go along, Ike.

Born with hammer in one hand,
fistful of nails in the other.

Built a building
by the time I was six.

-What did you build, a privy?
-No.

-A bear trap.
-Did you get any bears?

No. No bears where I come from.
It's too poor.

We were so poor nobody ever
died. Couldn't afford to.

-You ain't too poor to work?
-No.

Let's go.

-They've come to help.
-Let's get to work.

Who told them we needed help?

I don't know.

-Excuse me.
-Grandma.

Looks like we're gonna be making
a lot of coffee today.

Zebulon, come in here and....

Oh, that old fool.

Ike, you are a good man.

We could've done this
three or four days ago...

if you folks hadn't been
so all-fired proud.

Ike Godsey, are you
responsible for this?

I wish you wouldn't go listening
on private conversations.

John-Boy, I don't have time...

for your high falluting,
philosophical conversations.

We're too busy.

Zeb, you know, I think
you could be more use to us...

if you were dressed
a little bit less casual.

I don't see any ladies present,
but for you, I'll put pants on.

-Thank you all.
-Ike...

-thank you very much.
-You're welcome, John-Boy.

Finished? Everything?

Just sitting waiting
for you to go to work.

I can't believe it.

The bank agreed to give a short
extension on the first payment.

There's only
one bad thing, though.

Mr. Catlett gave our order
to somebody else.

He did?

John Walton, the mill is there,
waiting for you to go to work.

If there's one Mr. Catlett,
there's bound to be two.

Where am I gonna get
another order like that?

You hurry up, get out
and start looking.

Otherwise, we might end up
in the tree house.

Wanna hear some good news
about John-Boy?

You tell that son of yours
I wanna talk to him.

Brought you a message from him.

He's starting back to school
and keep his part-time job.

Mr. Fletcher was
kind of mad at him...

he said it was alright as long
as he didn't change his mind.

Liv, I wanna go home right now.

Only got another day to go.

My clothes are over there
in that closet. C'mon.

-Oh, John, you can't do that.
-Come on.

-John, see?
-Come on.

-John.
-Come on.

Doc McIvers
is going to be mad at me.

-Walton and Sons Lumber Yard.
-That's something.

Fellas, you done good.

The Depression wasn't over
by a long sight...

and prosperity wasn't anywhere
near around the corner...

but we had taken a giant step
forward, as a family.

-Daddy?
-What is it, honey?

If you died when sick, would
you've gone to heaven or hell?

I don't know.
What do you think?

Well, you could have
probably made it to heaven.

Night, Daddy.

Good night, Elizabeth.

John, I really wish you'd start
going to church on Sundays.

-Night, Liv.
-Night.