All language subtitles for The Waltons S09E21 The Hostage.DVDRip.HI.en

Ain't nothing more you
can do here, Miss Willard.

Sissie, I'm going for my things.

Job, wait.

Sissie is just a little girl.

You can't marry a
child. It's against the law.

What law?

- (SCOFFS) The law.
- Your law.

MARY ELLEN: Why don't you get
all your things that you want to keep?

You're coming with me.

I can't do that.

You have a right to
choose your own life,

when you're old enough
to know what you want.

Keep quiet and start driving.

(DOG BARKING)

Job, if you'd only listen
to me, I could help you.

Too late.

No, it's not! I
can talk to them.

Tell them that you didn't harm me,
that you helped me when I was hurt.

Ain't nobody gonna listen.

Yes, they will.

JOHN-BOY: The post-war years
brought great social change and progress

to our community.

But for the hill folk living
above us on the mountain,

it was as though time
had passed them by.

They held on rigidly to
their old ways and customs,

even if it meant
breaking the law.

What are you doing outside? You're
going to catch your death of cold.

(WEAKLY) I just wanted to
see the sky for the last time.

Grandpa's dying. His
chest pain's come back.

Why didn't you send for me?

Wouldn't have changed nothing.

We've got to get
him to a hospital.

No. I been born here.
I'm gonna die here.

Sissie?

You been a brave,
good girl, honey.

Don't you never forget that
your grandfather loved you.

I won't, never.

Don't worry, Rance. We'll
find Sissie a good home.

No. You leave her be.

I done give her
house and her to Job.

She got her home and her man.

She'll be all right.

Don't you think Sissie's a little
young to be getting married?

It ain't as though we're
asking your permission.

I got your word, Job.

You got my word, old man.

(SISSIE SOBBING)

He's better off now,
Sissie. I'll fetch the shovel.

Octavia, how wonderful
to have you here.

(WOMEN CHUCKLING)

MISS EMILY: Octavia,
we're so excited!

Absolutely! And such a marvelous
trip with this lovely young man here.

And he tells me he's a writer, too!
Did you girls know I'm writing a book?

It's a cookbook. I'm calling it
Octavia's Oven Adventures.

I think a title is so
important, don't you?

Oh, yes, ma'am. It's critical.

Octavia, I do want you to meet our very
dear friends, Ike and Corabeth Godsey.

Corabeth! You know, I
was just saying to myself,

"Who is that handsome
woman over there?"

This is your stalwart mate.

Now, you must all come over just
as soon as I get the house fixed up.

Oh.

Octavia is a true
genius at fixing things.

Papa used to call her Little
Miss Fix-It when we were children.

Oh, Sister, tell
them about the time

that Octavia repaired the lightning
rods on Cousin Braithwaite's house.

You remember, the big one,
just before it burned down?

I just love doing. I never
travel without my tools.

And it's been such a long time since
I've had my hands on a real house.

Oh, well, then, am I to understand that you
have been traveling for some little time?

OCTAVIA: Oh, dear me, no.

My time has been spent,
uh, vacationing, you might say,

sort of a guest of
the government.

Cousin Octavia has
been a legal secretary

with the Treasury Department in
Washington, D.C., don't you know?

She performed the
most difficult type of work.

Many the bootlegger is languishing
in jail because of her efforts.

Then my health failed me, and they
sent me to this marvelous farm to recover.

Well, we really
must be going along.

Ike and Corabeth, we want you to
come to dinner while Octavia's here.

Oh, thank you so much.

Oh, here, let me help
you with the bags.

I'm glad I got here in time.

You know, I believe that
old house is a death trap.

And those poor dears can't do what
I can. I'll have them fixed up in a jiffy.

Well, you know, I have
always been worried

about Miss Emily and Miss
Mamie in that decrepit old house.

Perhaps Cousin Octavia's
visit is most fortuitous.

As long as their lightning
rod doesn't need fixing.

(CORABETH LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Ain't nothing more you
can do here, Miss Willard.

Sissie, I'm going for my things.

Job, wait.

(SIGHS) Sissie
is just a little girl.

You can't marry a
child. It's against the law.

What law?

- The law.
- Your law.

It's all the same.

Nope. Ain't but one
law up here, God's law.

You heard that old man?
We honor a man's last wishes.

Now, I gave my word to take care of
Sissie, and that's what I'm fixing to do.

Sissie, you tidy up the place.

I'll be back straightaway and
we'll go find us a preacher.

Sissie, why don't you get all
your things that you want to keep?

You're coming with me.

I can't do that.

You have a right to
choose your own life,

when you're old enough
to know what you want.

But Job don't want me to go.

Don't worry about Job.

As County Nurse, I can't leave
a minor without a legal guardian.

- You hurry up and get your things.
- Yes, ma'am.

(OCTAVIA VIGOROUSLY SINGING
LISTEN TO THE MOCKINGBIRD)

Oh, my, I don't know when I've
enjoyed a more delicious dinner.

Nor I.

Such a treat not to
have to do the dishes.

(SINGING) Listen to the
mockingbird still singing...

Oh, if the weather's good tomorrow, I
think we ought to plan to go bird watching.

I think the fresh air would do us all
good. Now, girls, where are the wills?

Oh, I have them right here.

Ah-ha! We must go over all of these details
if I'm to make myself useful around here.

(MISS EMILY SIGHS)

It's such a relief to have
an expert examine them,

someone we can really trust.

We wrote them right after Papa died
and we haven't looked at them since.

Well, my dears, wills
should be kept up to date.

Circumstances
change all the time.

Oh, my dear, you are so right.

Actually, I don't think anything much
has changed around here since Papa died.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, things change when
you least expect them to.

You never know,
Cousin, you never know.

How true.

These are in better
shape than I expected.

There's just one thing.

MISS EMILY: Yes?
MISS MAMIE: Yes?

It's not for me to say.

Oh, no. Please tell us.

Oh, yes, do.

Well, these are in apple pie
order, except for the executor.

Oh, I shouldn't think Judge Porteus would
have put anything unethical in our wills.

Well, it's simply ridiculous for you to
pay a bank officer to handle your estates

when I could do the
same thing myself.

And I wouldn't think of
taking your money for it.

Oh, Octavia, how
reassuring to have you here.

Yes, it makes me feel someone
really cares what happens to us.

How do you like it down
off the mountain, Sissie?

It's nice enough.

I ain't never seen a house
as grand as this before.

ELIZABETH: I never
really thought of it as grand.

And you all been real nice
to me, especially for rich folks.

JIM-BOB: Never really thought
of us as rich before, either.

Mmm. That was good.

Sissie, why don't I take you upstairs
and show you where you're gonna sleep?

SISSIE: Night. BEN: Good night.

- Good night.
- JIM-BOB: Good night.

What are we going
to do about her?

Tomorrow morning, I'm going to take her
to the Welfare Office in Charlottesville.

They can find her a family to stay with
while they hunt for a good foster home.

Why don't we keep her
here in the meantime?

I don't think that's
such a good idea.

With Rose on her honeymoon and all of
us working, everything's falling on Cindy.

I don't think that's fair.

That's all right. Sissie knows how
to do housework. She can help me.

It's not only that.

I'm not sure what Job might do
when he finds out I've taken Sissie.

Let's hope he
doesn't do anything.

Here. This is mine. It
ought to fit you close enough.

Thank you.

So many pretty things.
You sure I should wear it?

Of course. When you want to
change, the bathroom's down the hall.

How come it is some folks got so
much, and some folks got nothing at all?

Well, I wonder that
myself sometimes,

only it was always us
who didn't have anything.

Seems like your family
owns half the world.

You got that whole
mountain back up there,

a lumber mill all your
own, this great big house.

Well, I like the
way you've lived,

living in the hills, not
having to go to school...

I didn't have much say in that.

You know what this book says?

Mmm-hmm.

I can't hardly read a word.

Never saw much use for it,

till one day a peddler from
Richmond County come through.

His pans weren't much,
but his stories sure were fine.

He had supper up at our place.

He read to us out of this
old book he was carrying.

Do you remember
the name of the book?

No.

But I never been able to
put the story out of my mind.

It was about this
little girl living all alone

with her grandpa and
his goats on a mountain.

They took her away from him.

Heidi.

That's it!

Ever since, I've wanted to learn reading,
so I could know how the book ends.

Well, maybe now
you'll be able to.

I hope so.

What are you doing here?
Did you quit Pickett's again?

No, but we finally got
a shipment out on time,

so I decided to take
the afternoon off.

So you could sweep the porch.

You'd better get inside. Cindy's
got a shopping list a mile long,

and that's your department.

(CAR APPROACHING)

Miss Willard at home?

No. Can I help you?

I've come for Sissie.

Sissie? Well, she's
not here, either.

Ben! Ben, will you come
out here for a minute, please?

Where they gone?

This list is going to clean
out the Godseys' store.

I'm going to take the car. Bye.

What is it, Erin?
Ben's washing up.

Get him.

And ask him what time Mary Ellen
and Sissie left for Charlottesville.

When they coming back?

I don't know.

Mary Ellen's trying to find
a good home for Sissie.

Sissie got a good home.

There seems to be a
difference of opinion on that.

Ain't but one
opinion that counts.

Look, her grandpa gave
her to me and she's mine.

Now, I ain't laying a hand on her until
we're properly married. You got my word.

My sister already told
you, Sissie's not here.

We can't help you.

I've a mind to find her.

Why don't you just leave her
alone? She's just a little girl.

I got my belly full of you
folk nosing into my business,

telling me what I can
do and what I can't.

And I ain't a man to stand
here and take it, you hear me?

Boy, you've got
quite a load today.

ELIZABETH: Yep.

There you go.

ELIZABETH: Thank you. IKE: Okay.

You drive careful now.

I always do, Ike.

(ENGINE STARTING)

Keep quiet and start driving.

Turn left the next fork.

How much farther is it?

This isn't going
to work, you know.

Maybe. Maybe not.

My family wouldn't consider trading
human beings like... Like horses.

No?

Certainly not.

What you reckon they gonna do?

They'll call Sheriff Bridges. You
broke the law, kidnapping me.

Just keep driving.

You could get sent
to prison for this.

What about Miss Willard
kidnapping my Sissie?

That was for her own good.

You folks sure got laws that
work the way you want 'em to.

All right, don't
believe me. You'll see.

Might be.

Just might be.

But they got to find you first.

- EULA MAE: Buzzie!
- Ma.

EULA MAE: Who you
got there? That ain't Sissie.

Old man Rance died
and they took Sissie away.

Well, where'd you get this one?

- She belongs to them that took Sissie.
- Hmm.

Need you to mind her
till I can swap her back.

Name's Elizabeth.

Uh-huh.

Whoa, Neddie.

Your son's in serious
trouble for kidnapping me

and you could be,
too, if you help him.

Well, how come your
folks took Sissie away?

Well, so she can have some time to
grow up. She's too young to get married.

She's 14, and like to
become an old maid.

Well, she wants to
learn to read and write.

Fat lot of good that'll
do her living up here.

She may not always be up here.

- I'll be wanting your shoes.
- Why?

JOB: Kind of
discourages running away.

This land ain't friendly
to bare feet, is it, Ma?

EULA MAE: Mmm-mmm.

Take them off.

I tell you there, Buzzie, you
cinch up old Ned over there,

and I'll take this
one in the house.

JOB: Whoa, Ned.

MISS MAMIE: Oh, do be careful,
cousin. That chandelier's dreadfully heavy.

(GLASS CRASHING)

(MISS MAMIE GASPING)

Sister! We could
have been killed!

Are you sure we weren't?

Cousin Octavia,
are you all right?

Oh, quite! You know, it always amazes
me how sturdy these crystal drops are.

You know, we
haven't lost too many.

Besides, it'll be much
easier to work on down here.

Oh, of course! Oh, how
clever of you, cousin.

Why, we never would
have thought of that.

Let's see here.

There, that ought to do it.

Thank you, anyways, Mr. Cutler.

Drew drove his
mother into Richmond.

His father says he hasn't
seen Elizabeth all day.

We've covered every inch of
that road like sheep in a meadow.

No sign of her or the car.

- Did you call Ike?
- ERIN: Ike was the first one I called.

He thinks she might have
stopped off somewhere.

We've checked all
the somewheres.

Elizabeth wouldn't leave
without telling somebody,

especially with the groceries.

(CAR APPROACHING)

JIM-BOB: Maybe that's her.

It's just Mary Ellen.

She's alone.

I guess Sissie
must've stayed in town.

MARY ELLEN: Hi.

You all look like I
feel. What's the matter?

Elizabeth's gone.

Gone where?

JOHN-BOY: We can't
find a trace of her or the car.

BEN: She took the station
wagon to get groceries over at Ike's.

She left after school. She left
when Erin was talking to that man.

Job Moonie was here
asking about Sissie.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

CINDY: Elizabeth!

ERIN: Elizabeth!
Where have you been?

BEN: Boy, Elizabeth...
CINDY: It's about time!

JIM-BOB: Hey, she's not here!

Elizabeth, if this is
some sort of a joke...

Come on, Elizabeth,
stop fooling around.

ERIN: What is that?

MARY ELLEN: Look what
I found. Elizabeth's shoes.

BEN: What?

ERIN: What is
that? JIM-BOB: 141.

JOHN-BOY: Wait, let me see.

This is a pretty
crude job of writing.

Like something Job
Moonie would have done.

JASON: 141?

Or 1-4-1.

Or "I" for "I."

What are you two talking about?

MARY ELLEN: An eye for an eye.

Job can't have Sissie,
so he's taken Elizabeth,

and he's trying to force
us to make a trade.

Job!

MARY ELLEN: Job!
Are you out there?

BEN: Job, you harm Elizabeth,
you'll have to deal with us!

There you are, girls.

Right as rain.

MISS MAMIE: What a relief! We'd
be decimated without the machine.

I can't imagine how we ever
got along without you, Cousin.

This calls for a celebration.

We've been saving
Papa's 1919 run.

The spring or the fall?

Oh, the spring, by all means,
Sister. It was right here somewhere.

I never know what I enjoy most,
the anticipation or the participation.

Personally, I like to get right
to it. I'll put my tools away.

Oh, dear, there's just one more
bottle of the 1919 spring run.

Dare we tamper with the
last of Papa's favorite vintage?

We'll toast
beneath the portrait.

But we must have the silver
goblets for the occasion.

(CHUCKLES) Of course.

(MISS EMILY SIGHING)

(CRASHING)

Ha! You're out here?
What a fright you gave me!

Sister! We could
have been killed again!

MISS EMILY: And Papa's favorite
vintage could have been killed with us!

Oh, Octavia, it was a good thing
you made sure our wills were in order.

I'm going to have to
resolder some of those seams.

If at first you don't succeed...

- Try, try again.
- Try, try again.

You ain't much of an
eater, Miss Lizzie-Beth.

I'm not very hungry.

I'm cold and I'm scared
and I want to go home.

Well, that's all the food
you'll be getting tonight,

so you'd best be cleaning it up.

Neddie! Neddie! Here you are!

(EULA MAE LAUGHING)

Little snack there,
huh? Attaboy.

Ain't much, but it's with love.

Now, that's a good
young'un. Yes, sir.

Buz wouldn't take to it
kindly if I wasn't to feed you.

He's a very caring boy.

I really don't
know him very well.

You don't know him at all,

else you wouldn't
have took Sissie away.

Mrs. Moonie, please,
if you let me go,

I won't tell anyone that
Job brought me here.

Yeah, Buz near about
raised Sissie from a tadpole.

You don't think that lazy old grandpa
of hers would turn a finger, would you?

No, sir, if it wasn't for
Buzzie, many's the night

that little tyke would have
slept on an empty belly. Yes, sir.

You don't understand.

Your son broke the law bringing
me here. He's in serious trouble.

Hmm.

I just don't rightly
understand you town folks.

Mrs. Moonie, if you'll let
me go, I'll help him, I swear it.

Everything can be going
along fine as you please

and then surer than spit, some
do-gooder from down yonder

is gonna stomp in with
some uplifting notion.

Every time.

(DOG BARKING)

Neddie, Neddie, Neddie, just
keep talking, for heaven's sake.

Neddie, you old goat,
what's the matter with you?

You take care of this
woman, won't you?

Now, Neddie, Neddie,
that's enough of that!

You settle down, you hear me?
I've a mind to take a stick to you.

You get out there.

Turn out the lantern,
honey. It's time to go to bed.

I mind your feelings,
child. But we is a family.

Neddie and me is
behind Buz 100 percent.

Take that comforter and scrunch
down here alongside of my bed.

Buzzie and me don't want
to see nobody get hurt,

but that Neddie, he's
always looking for a fight.

(EULA MAE CHUCKLING)

You know, one time I seen that
old dog chaw the back leg off a bear

and they was both still running.

(EULA MAE LAUGHING)

Well, better get
some sleep, child.

(EULA MAE BLOWING)

Yep, while they
was still running.

(EULA MAE LAUGHING)

Are you sure it wouldn't be faster
just to go straight to her foster home?

Sheriff Barlow said he'd have
her waiting at the Welfare Office.

Right, we're on our way.

We ready to go?

Not with that.

We're not going armed?

SHERIFF: You're not.

Right now my concern is
getting Elizabeth back here safe.

And I don't want any heroics.

JIM-BOB: What makes you think
Job'll tell us where Elizabeth is?

Oh, he'll talk, once we
get him into custody.

If you can find him.

If not, we're hoping Sissie can give
us some idea where Job's got her.

He wouldn't try to keep
her in the hills around here.

We know this area too well.

I hate being left behind.

Well, Erin, you can help us
best by handling the phones.

But don't tell anybody anything
till we know where we stand.

- Jim-Bob?
- JIM-BOB: Yeah, Sheriff?

Keep your eyes peeled.

Job could come scouting around
here to see if we brought Sissie back.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Gentlemen, let's go.

You two be careful.

We will.

And down it came with
a tremendous crash.

And we'll have to get
a crew to put it back up.

Why, it is remarkable that
you escaped unscathed.

Oh, we could have been killed.

Octavia was on the ladder, and
she could have been seriously injured.

MISS MAMIE: Really! So much has
happened since Octavia came to visit us.

Why, last night she was
fixing the Recipe machine.

We had just left the room...

When it simply... Exploded!

Was that after she fixed it?

Yes, as a matter of fact,
she had just finished.

And where was Cousin
Octavia when it blew?

She had just gone
to put her tools away.

MISS MAMIE: Oh, Sister, we mustn't
forget the cardamom and the saffron powder.

It sounds like you ladies are
indulging in some haute cuisine.

MISS MAMIE: Well, Cousin
Octavia is a gourmet cook,

and we've been having
the dishes that are served

at the embassies
in Washington, D.C.

And the White House.

Oh, my, half the time we don't
even know what we're eating.

Such exotic delicacies!

Well, I had heard that the
haute cuisine at the White House

has declined considerably
since the Trumans moved in.

Octavia's recipes are from
the Roosevelt administration.

Theodore Roosevelt, don't you
know? Cousin Octavia is a Republican.

Oh, Sister, we must get
some digestive powders.

I felt quite queasy last night.

I've been feeling a little
under the weather myself.

I'm sorry you're not
feeling well, ladies,

but maybe you'll feel better after
you get some good Democratic food.

Well! Really!

Mr. Godsey!

(CHUCKLES)
Well, it's just a joke.

A bad joke!

Well, it's such a luxury to have
someone taking care of us like this.

Octavia has volunteered to
revise our wills at no charge.

Well, we really must be going.
Thank you both very much.

You're welcome.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.
- Bye, ladies.

I do hope that you have not
mortally offended Miss Octavia.

There is something
fishy about that lady.

JOB: Hold it
right there, Sheriff.

I want to talk to you, Job.

I don't see Sissie.

Well, they're bringing her
back from Charlottesville.

Sure they are.

That's the truth.

We'll talk when she gets here.

Just a minute. There's
one thing I want to know.

Is Elizabeth all right?

She's fine, so far.

Do you understand
kidnapping is a criminal offense?

You could find yourself
in the state penitentiary.

If you've harmed that
little girl in any way,

I'll see that you pay
for it the rest of your life.

I said she ain't hurt.

Now, look, Job...

Son, this is no good.

Hand over the gun
and take us to Elizabeth.

It'll go a hell of a lot
easier for you if you do.

I got to think on it.

Don't keep me waiting, son.

What about my Sissie?

Well, I can't promise you nothing
about Sissie. You know that.

Sheriff, that the
best chance I got?

That's about it.

I'll be coming out.

SHERIFF: Good.

(DOG BARKING)

You come back here,
Lizzie-Beth, you hear me?

Oh, hush up, for heaven's sake!
You had your chance, doggone it.

Now, come on, let's go out
and see if we can't find her.

Go on, go on, move!

Oh, Sister, look, the
yellow-bellied sapsucker!

Oh, yes, you're right.

(CHUCKLING) Oh, look at that.

(WHISPERING) There she goes.

(RIFLE FIRING TWO SHOTS)

You've killed them!

There was only one.

That's precisely why
I brought this shotgun.

Rattlesnake.

(CHUCKLING) I'm
a little out of practice.

We've been attacked!
Sister, where are you?

I'm here, I think.

Of course you are.
Now then, upsy-daisy!

Oh, my, I guess we must have...

Yes, I'm sure we must have...

Fainted. Precisely
right, dear cousins.

Mr. Godsey, please help
me get them to their feet.

She run off.

How'd she get by Neddie?

Threw him some scraps. Danged
fool went for them instead of her.

Ah, she can't get
too far, not barefoot.

She took my slippers.

I got to find her, Ma! They won't
touch me as long as I got her.

Don't tell 'em nothing.
You ain't seen nobody.

- She go this way?
- EULA MAE: Yeah!

What about your truck?

All right, now you stay quiet.

- I'm going with you.
- No, you're not.

All right, Jenkins is
here with his hound,

so Jason, John-Boy,
take the station wagon.

Jenkins will follow you.
Come on, everybody, let's go.

- Here's Elizabeth's shoes.
- Come on, honey.

Hey, don't you think it's kind
of dangerous to take her along?

It's the only way we'll be sure
of finding Job's mother's house.

It's the only place I can
figure Job'd take her.

You can just leave me with
him if it'd get your sister back.

I'm sure it won't
come to that, Sissie.

I don't mind. He was
always good to me.

We'll let the Sheriff handle it.

Good luck, everyone.

JASON: We're
ready to go, Sheriff.

JIM-BOB: Here's the shoes, Ep.

Thanks, Jim-Bob.

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

Job's scared of the law,

and I'm scared for
Elizabeth and for him.

I don't want nothing bad to
happen on account of me.

It's all right, honey,
everything's going to be fine.

Girls, you're coming
with me, okay?

Why is Ep taking
Elizabeth's shoes?

So the dog can pick
up Elizabeth's scent.

SHERIFF: Not a sign
of anyone in there.

Nothing on that side, either.

JASON: John-Boy!
Sheriff! Over here!

Well, at least we
know he's on foot.

He won't be getting too far.

I hope Elizabeth's with him.

(HOUND BARKING)

Hurry up! The dog's
got a scent. Come on.

All right, come on, stay close!

Don't want anyone getting
trigger happy. Come on!

Come on!

JOB: Keep moving.

Now sit down over here.

You're a strange man.

Sissie used to cut her
feet in that sharp grass.

And you bound them for her?

Yep.

What happened
to Sissie's parents?

Don't know.

T'warn't but Rance and
Sissie when I come here.

That old man could hardly take
care of himself, let alone a young'un.

Eula Mae said you
pretty much raised Sissie.

Pretty near.

How long have you been together?

Since she was nubbin.

It was me that
taught her to fish.

I showed her where to find
wild grapes and sour grass.

Me that taught her to clean her
teeth and to... To braid her hair.

And ain't nobody gonna
take her away from me, either!

'Cause I ain't nothing
left unless I got Sissie.

(HOUND BARKING)

Come on.

Good afternoon, Mr. Godsey.

Oh, yes, it is a very pleasant afternoon.
Is there something I can do for you?

I forgot the coriander.

Coriander.

Coriander? Corabeth!

Two cans of peaches, a dozen
fresh eggs, half a pound of butternuts,

half pound of rye flour,
one pound of brown sugar,

a jar of sorghum, and a
half pound of black tea.

Coming right up.

Ah-ha! Corabeth!

How dare you! Unhand me!

Corabeth!

You blackguard! Villain!

(IKE SCREAMS)

What on earth is going on?

She has been trying to kill
those dear, sweet old ladies!

And now she's stolen
some rat poison.

And two pair of
socks, one hairbrush,

two combs, one fountain
pen, bottle of perfume!

Why, I can hardly
believe my eyes!

Call the Sheriff.

I'll file a complaint!

You'll file a complaint?

Against this
outrageous treatment.

(STAMMERING)
Outrageous treatment!

Will you stop repeating
everything I say?

She's nothing but a
shoplifter, a common thief!

Don't be ridiculous!
I'm a kleptomaniac.

You're a what?

It's an illness, Mr. Godsey.

Kleptomaniacs simply cannot
control their cravings to pilfer.

I have my certificate from the Delaware
Correctional Institute to prove it.

I cannot be held responsible
for anything I take.

IKE: I don't care if you
graduated from Sing Sing.

I'm calling the Sheriff.

Mr. Godsey, are you
determined to destroy my cousins?

Me? I'm trying to keep
you from destroying them.

I would die before I harm them.

Oh, yeah? What about
the falling chandelier

and the exploding machine?

I repaired those again.

I am expert at fixing things.

Of course, there've been times
when I haven't been able to get

the whatchumadoodle hooked on to
the whatchumacallit the first time around.

And if they live for the second
round, then you get it with a shotgun.

I saved their lives!
You saw that snake!

(LAUGHS MOCKINGLY) He fainted.

And if you don't get them with your
cooking, you'll get them with this!

Mr. Godsey, you
are hallucinating.

We'll see about that.

However, since my cousins
would be deeply upset

if you pressed these
unfound charges against me,

I shall arrive at an
accommodation with you.

Come again?

I have a cherished uncle with
whom I expected to spend next month.

I shall schedule my
departure immediately

if you will promise to spare the
feelings of my beloved cousins.

In my considered
opinion, Mr. Godsey,

I think that we should
accept Miss Octavia's offer,

in the best interest
of all parties involved.

I don't know.

All right.

The next bus leaves in a half
an hour and you'd better be on it.

Wait, how about your order?

You may do with it as
you wish, Mr. Godsey.

Bless you, Mrs. Godsey.

JOB: We'll rest
over there for a spell.

(ELIZABETH PANTING)

ELIZABETH: Job?

Job.

What if it could be worked out so
that Sissie could come back to you?

If you were to let her go to
school and learn to read and write.

She really wants to learn.
She told me so herself.

Job, you did a real good job of
raising her, but it's not finished.

You've got to go all the
way, give her a little time.

Let her get the education
that'll help both of you.

Job, the way it is now,
with everyone chasing you,

you're the one who's going
to be taken away from Sissie,

and put away.

And you won't see your mountains,
or your wild grapes, or Sissie again.

(HOUND BARKING)

Come on.

I can't go any farther.

That's one ticket to Richmond.

Isn't this charming, Sister?
A boy doll and a girl doll.

Dancing through life together.

I'd always hoped Ashley and I
could have shared such a fate.

MISS MAMIE: Corabeth,
you have no idea

how we're going to
miss our Cousin Octavia.

Our life has been so exciting
since she's been with us.

But what's our loss is
Uncle Horace's gain.

Miss Octavia, I do hope that you have
enjoyed your brief stay here with us.

No, I enjoyed my brief
stay with my cousins.

(BUS HORN HONKING)

Oh, my goodness, here
comes the bus. Come, Cousin.

Have you got everything?

Absolutely. Bye, all.

She did it again.

(HOUND BARKING)

Come on.

Job, if you'd only listen
to me, I could help you.

Too late.

No, it's not! I
can talk to them,

tell them that you didn't harm me,
that you helped me when I was hurt.

Ain't nobody gonna listen.

Yes, they will!

JOHN-BOY: I see
him! There they are.

They're gonna kill me!

Nobody wants to kill you!

Job!

Do you hear me, Job?

I'm asking you to throw
down that gun and surrender.

Answer him.

If you don't, I will.

You stay out of this!

You ain't the one that gonna
get killed or go to prison.

Job Moonie, you're either going to
have to shoot me or talk things out.

Sheriff, we want to talk.

Sheriff, I told Job that if he
turned himself in, I'd testify for him,

that he'd taken good care of me,

and that if I stood up for him,
maybe he'd get a light sentence.

Well, that'll all be
taken into consideration.

Job, turn her loose.

What if I said that there
wasn't any kidnapping?

What would happen to Job, then?

I told you to turn her loose.

And go to jail? Never.

Ep, I know you're
sworn to uphold the law,

but aren't you supposed to
see that justice is done, too?

Ain't no use. Just leave it be.

I won't! I promised!

You've all got to see that what you
wanted to happen has happened!

Job understands that
Sissie wants an education

and he's willing
to wait for her.

I haven't been hurt.

Everything has turned out
fine, and that's what I call justice.

Well, Elizabeth, if do as good a job
persuading the judge as you did me,

I think we ought to
work something out.

What do you say, Job?

I don't believe you,
Sheriff. Not for a minute.

Job! Listen to them! They
ain't liars, not a one of them!

They done all right by me!

I don't want no harm
to come to you. Please?

(ELIZABETH SIGHING)

JOHN-BOY: The charges
against Job were reduced.

He served a short term in prison,
where he learned to read and write.

Sissie finished school,

and while she did eventually
marry, it was not to Job.

ERIN: I hope we never have to
live through anything like that again.

I was so afraid we wouldn't
get you back, Elizabeth.

ELIZABETH: I
wasn't so sure myself.

JIM-BOB: I wasn't worried.
I knew they'd find you.

ELIZABETH: How
come you were so smart?

JIM-BOB: Soon as
they took your shoes,

I knew the dogs would
smell your feet a mile off.

ELIZABETH: That's
very funny, Jim-Bob.

JIM-BOB: I'm just
glad you're okay.

ELIZABETH: Good night, Jim-Bob.
JIM-BOB: Good night, Elizabeth.

English -SDH