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Walton's Mountain had been in our family

since long before I was born.

It was a mountain that gave of itself.

We took trout from its swift streams...

quail and venison from its high meadows.

And we took from it constantly the lumber and firewood...

which provided our family with income.

My grandfather used to say that the land was alive...

That if you knew how to listen, you could hear its voice.

But at 17, I did more talking than listening.

I remember one morning during the Depression

hiking with Grandpa...

searching for trees that were ready for harvesting.

-Grandpa. -Yeah?

We passed a fair stand of pine a while back there.

True.

That's closer to the mill.

Won't that save us a lot of walking and hauling?

That's true enough.

But then thinning out trees is something like cutting hair.

You take a little, you leave some.

Or you cut down one, you plant a couple.

I feel almighty close to God up here.

So do I, Grandpa.

Would you mind stepping aside, one way or the other?

I'd be obliged, gentlemen, if you'd move a couple of steps.

Just what do you think you're doing up there?

-Surveying. -I can see that.

Are you government men?

Packard Lumber. Mark and stake!

You hold on there.

You've got no call to be surveying around here.

I'm afraid I have to.

Our logging road's coming right through here.

Your logging road?

Yeah. Packard Lumber owns the timber rights

to this section.

We gotta get our logs out by truck.

Now you just hold on, Mr. Packard.

Tinker. Samuel Tinker.

I'm the field surveyor for the company.

Mr. Tinker or whatever, you take your new

whatchamacallit thing on out of here.

This is Walton land, and has been since 1789.

You'd better take a look at this map.

I don't need no map to tell me where I am at.

I was born here.

But this map clearly proves our right to the timber!

Before you plant that, you're gonna have to plant me.

Take a look at this map and explain it to the old man.

Explain what?

See this section? This is unregistered land.

There's no deed of record.

According to law, a company can file for

lumber and mining rights...

which is what Packard Lumber did over a year ago.

My daddy will show you a deed of record if you want.

Don't do any sawing or cutting

until you talk to him.

-You tell him what I said. -I'll do that. You wait here.

I'm just a surveyor doing a job of work!

-That old deed is in that trunk. -Trunk?

The one with birth certificates and photographs in it.

Can't wait to see his face when we show it.

Time was when we had no need for fancy deeds

and legal scribblings.

We do have some kind of deed, don't we?

Your great-great-grandpappy Walton...

he cleared this meadow fit for grazing

back in the summer of 1796.

He went clear over to Buckingham County...

to get a Guernsey, purebred, to put on it.

Don't we?

Over there, behind that ridge

your Uncle Charlie met up with that bear.

Well, you know that story.

Over there John Tyler Moore

built the Rock Creek Dam with his own hands.

And he lost a thumb in doing it.

We better have one.

You mean to say we have to go to court

to keep them from stealing our land?

Doesn't all this mean anything?

Look here, all these entries in the family bible

right down through the years...

And all of them born right here on Walton Mountain.

All these last wills and testaments don't mean something?

You bet they do, Mr. Walton. In court.

The Land Act of 1850 allowed all the early settlers...

to file legal deeds on land.

They had a right to long possessions.

Here it is.

The only trouble is the Waltons never came in town to do that.

What would you recommend we do, Will?

There's nothing you can do unless you go to court.

Alright, that's what we'll do, go to court.

There's one other thing.

What's that?

It's expensive.

How expensive?

I can wait on my fee, but the courts won't.

How much is it gonna cost?

You're gonna have to post a bond

to show your seriousness for the trial.

Then I'll talk to Judge Goddard...

To grant an injunction to prevent any logging

or road-building.

-How much is it gonna cost? -$200.

Good heavens.

$200?

I haven't got that kind of money.

Yeah, I know. Not many people do, these days.

I've no way of getting that kind of money.

No, sirree.

Not unless we sell the land.

That's not for selling.

I'm sorry, John.

You get that deed, and I'll arrange a real estate loan.

If I get the deed, Mr. Moffat, we won't need the loan.

No, I guess not.

Believe me, I wish we could accommodate you.

-Give my regards to Mrs. Moffat. -Yeah.

Thank you, sir. You're very kind.

Twelve two-by-fours. $3.50.

Fitzharris, two cords. $3.

Fitzharris, two cords. $3.

Masters, one cord. $1.50.

Got it.

That paid for, or a promise?

Delivered and paid for, Pa. What does that make it, son?

Carry the six....

That comes to $46.75.

That includes the sawdust for the icehouse.

That's close.

About as close as we are to Mexico.

Stop talking like that.

I'm simply stating the facts.

Exactly how much are we short?

From $200...

that makes a debit of $153.25.

Even with the Depression on, there must be some money around.

I'll have to put on my thinking cap and figure how to make it.

-Can I have a thinking cap, too? -Elizabeth.

-I don't have one. -Me neither.

I could try to sell some butter and eggs.

To raise $153?

That's a start.

With this mob to feed, we won't have any butter and eggs

left over to sell.

We'll just have to make do with less.

I could open up a lemonade stand.

-Where would you get the lemons? -I'd find a way.

Daddy, I could be a delivery boy at Huck Feeney's icehouse.

We could bake things and sell them. How about that?

-Daddy? -What is it, honey?

I never showed this to anybody before.

Where'd you get this?

You know the ruins of that old house

they say is designed by Thomas Jefferson?

Sure, down by Mount Alto.

I found it there after the rain.

I saw an edge of it sticking up out of a plowed field.

I think it's antique silver.

It looks like an antique.

I want you to put it back where you keep it.

Let me do something important for this family. Just once.

No thank you, honey.

Go ahead.

I could put its head back and sell my doll.

-I can sell my mitt. -I could sell my harmonica.

-I could sell my music box. -I'd sell my rock collection.

I appreciate what you're saying.

Those are your treasures. I want you to keep them.

Please, all of you, go on to bed.

If we keep on thinking, I'm sure we'll come up with something.

All these years of work, Liv, and I can't raise $200.

You had it before this Depression hit.

Every week, you put some money away in that savings account.

Daddy?

Somebody left this paper at Ike's store

and I've been reading the want ads.

Take a look at these job offers.

That's the first practical suggestion I've heard today.

I know I promised never to work away from home again...

but this is a crisis if ever I've seen one.

No, Daddy, I meant a job for me.

And leave school?

Sure. I can make the work up at the end of the semester.

No, son.

Just take a look at the ads there.

"Sell Liberty Magazine.

"Win a Daisy air rifle.

"Apprentice.

"Office boy. Apprentice."

There's not a job for a man in this whole paper.

That's what I mean. I could get an apprentice job.

No.

-Did I say something wrong? -No, son.

I'm proud of you for making the offer.

With any luck, I could take home $9 or $10 a week.

It's my duty to provide for this family, and it's your duty...

to get yourself an education.

-Go on, off to bed. -Yes, sir.

I'll try to figure something out.

There are good men riding the rails

looking for jobs that don't exist.

You're needed here to help keep this family together.

I gotta do something, Liv.

I went ahead and told Will Guffy to start the court action.

There's no other way?

Once they strip the timber from those mountains

the watershed will be gone.

Summer rains will take the topsoil right out.

This place will be like a dust bowl, like it is out West.

Grandpa finished that. I'll make another pot.

It's a gamble, but it's a gamble I had to take.

I sure could use your approval.

You had that the day I married you, remember?

I also remember the preacher stuttered.

-My knees shook. -So did mine.

-You never told me. -I didn't want you to know.

I sure was scared.

So was I.

I'll tell you something, Liv.

I'm scared right now.

Damn this Depression.

I'll have another one.

-Morning! -Morning, son.

Everybody's taking their time this morning. Where's Jason?

He went to see John-Boy about something.

Mama, John-Boy's cereal is all lumpy.

You can have it if you want it. I'll warm him up some.

Sure. I like the lumps.

-Daddy? Mama? -What is it?

John-Boy's gone.

-Gone? -Where?

He left this note.

Read it out loud.

"Dear folks, by the time you read this

I'll be on my way to Wheeling to find a job.

"I may be only 17, but I feel old enough to share

responsibility for this family.

"Soon as I get my first week's pay, I'll send some money home.

"Mama, don't you worry about me now. I won't go hungry.

"I packed a whole pile of sandwiches

and I took some soap to wash my clothes.

"Tell Grandma I'll go to church.

"And, Grandpa, I'll always remember I'm a Walton.

"Your loving son, John-Boy."

What would you have done when I was 17

and left home saying, "I'm a man now"?

You've got a short memory, son. That's exactly what you did do.

I asked your permission.

Yes, but you didn't have mine. You were too young.

You came home a man.

You went down to Newport News

made a salary, all of $12 a week.

John, you've gotta bring him back.

I could use the extra money.

But he doesn't know anything about cities.

Maybe it will do him some good.

Wickedness and sin on every corner.

The times I've warned that boy about the city!

Hold on, now. He'll be fine.

What I'm worried about is how I'll get along here without him.

Don't worry, Daddy. I'll try to do John-Boy's work.

-And I could do Jason's. -I'll do Ben's.

-And I'll help, too. -Who's gonna do yours?

I'll do hers, too.

Lucky you caught me, John-Boy.

I don't often get over to Wheeling.

I sure do appreciate the ride, Yancy.

I gotta take some supplies over to a sick friend.

Medicinal supplies.

You ever been there before?

Wheeling? A long time ago. I don't remember much about it.

Big city. Fine city.

But this is 1933...

and people over there aren't as friendly

as they are on Walton's Mountain.

-How do you mean? -A young man's gotta be careful.

You know, not get into trouble.

For instance, stay away from the New Yorker Inn.

-The New Yorker Inn? -Yeah.

Lot of drummers and fast ankles

drinking and carrying on to all hours of the night.

The most notorious, unsavory place I've ever...heard of.

And don't even have so much as a cup of coffee in Palmer's Cafe.

That's a real jazz garden.

I'll watch out for it. Thank you, I appreciate it.

Got any idea where you're going to stay?

Not yet. I thought I'd take a look around when I got there.

You ought to try Mrs. Vandenberg's.

Rooming house on Market Street.

It's clean and cheap. And respectable.

Alright, I'll do that. Thank you.

How long do you think it'll take us to get there?

We ought to be there by dark.

I sure do envy John-Boy going to the city

and doing something really important.

He hasn't done it yet.

But he'll have a chance to.

It's more than I ever have, or maybe ever will.

You know, Grandma, life is rotten for females.

Nothing but dishes, and sweeping, and ironing.

That's it for females.

Your time will come, child.

I'm 13 years old and nothing has happened to me.

Life just passes by, and all I do is sit around.

I've got the solution to that.

Go on out and start churning some butter.

Maybe we can sell a few pounds.

Go on.

Get out and stretch your legs a bit.

I got to unload my supplies down this alley

at the back entrance.

-Doud's Tattoo Parlor? -I'm accommodating a friend.

-Can I help you? -No, you wait right here.

I'll only take a few minutes

then I'll drive you to Mrs. Vandenberg's.

-I'll leave my suitcase here. -Fine.

Yancy!

Go on!

Did you see them? Two men?

They went down the street. What happened?

Tried to hold me up.

-We'd better get the police. -No police.

Where'd Yancy go? He's got my suitcase.

And my supplies.

-Yes? -Evening.

-Mrs. Vandenberg, please. -You're looking at her.

My friend, Yancy Tucker, recommended your establishment.

-I need a place to stay. -With or without?

I beg your pardon?

Meals. It's $13.50 a week with meals, and $4 a week without.

Without.

Come in.

We have two hard and fast rules here, Mr....

J.B. Walton, ma'am.

Two rules, Mr. Walton.

Be a gentleman always, and no cooking in the room.

To be sure.

I guess you'd better meet my boarders here.

Ladies and gentlemen...

this is the new second floor front, Mr. Walton.

This is Mr. Peabody, men's shoes...

Mr. Krumm, buyer...

and Mr. Lynch, ladies' millinery.

Miss Wicks, and Miss Fortman, and Miss Brubaker...

and my son, Monty.

Are you any kin to the Brubakers over in Jefferson County?

I hardly think so, Mr. Walton.

It's been a regular privilege meeting you folks.

A pleasure and a privilege.

Your room is at the head of the stairs to the right.

If you'll excuse me now, my dinner's getting cold.

Certainly. Thank you. Good evening.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Yes?

About your rules....

Speak up, boy. I've got flannel ears.

You said that cooking was not allowed in the rooms.

That's right.

I was wondering if eating would be alright.

Eating what?

Sandwiches, and fruit, and such things.

Cold snacks are permissible from time to time.

Thank you very much. I appreciate it.

You can see all next week's menu in advance.

Excuse me, I'm terribly sorry.

It's alright. I've got it.

I'll take that. Thank you very much.

You're welcome.

Goodnight.

-Are you alright? -Yes, I'm alright. Thank you.

Mr. Walton.

I lied in there.

My father runs the livery stable at Hickory Creek.

That's only six miles from Walton's Mountain.

I'm afraid so.

How come I've never seen you there?

I was away at school and, now, here I am, a career girl.

You're here on your own?

I've been in Wheeling and self-supporting

for three months.

I know that's not very long.

It's been less than three hours for me.

I've gotta send money home.

Have you got a job?

Not yet, but I'll start looking first thing in the morning.

-They're pretty scarce. -I know that.

You wouldn't know where they're hiring?

No, I don't.

Or maybe I could think of something.

-I wish you luck, Mr. Walton. -John.

Actually, it's John-Boy. That's what they call me back home.

It's nice to have someone from back home to talk to.

-Likewise, Miss Brubaker. -Cissy.

That's what they call me back home.

"Dear Mary Ellen, I'm thinking of you...

"and how you're always dreaming

of the world beyond Walton's Mountain.

"I can tell you that it is very different.

"People who barely know each other sleep in adjoining rooms.

"Each is locked in his own life and seems lonely.

"The city at night is close to Camelot."

Cissy tells me you're looking for a job.

-I sure am. Come on in. -Thank you.

What can you do?

I reckon I can do just about anything. Nothing special.

I thought I could be some kind of an apprentice.

Apprentice what?

Apprentice anything.

I'll tell you what.

I stand in pretty good at the Slaughter Machine Shop.

I'll see what I can do for you.

-Thank you. -Don't mention it.

Meet me in the morning and I'll take you there.

I'll be waiting on the porch just as soon as sunup comes.

That's a little early. I don't leave for work till 7:30.

See you then. Goodnight, Monty. Thank you again.

John-Boy Walton, machine shop apprentice.

That's not too bad for the first night in town, eh, Daddy?

"The best news is that I may be getting a job tomorrow morning.

"I'll let you know later."

How are you doing?

It's kind of tricky, but I'm catching on.

It's just a question of synchronization.

I'm glad you spoke up for me.

I'm sure that's the only reason they hired me.

I did it for my mother. She has to keep her rooms rented.

I thought maybe Miss Brubaker--

Cissy? Yeah, she mentioned you needed a job.

-She's very nice. I like her. -She knows what she wants.

I like an independent, free spirit.

No prude. You know what I mean?

You gotta know how to handle her.

It's like running one of these machines.

Synchronization.

I'll see you later.

Cut the motor, Jason. Blade's too dull to cut.

If we could get ourselves another saw

we could double our output.

I hope this equipment holds up till we get the job done.

-It's plumb wore out. -Wore out?

Who's wore out?

I tell you, I'll be sawing and stacking wood...

when you rising-bellies are dragging your rears.

-Grandpa, he meant the saw. -What's that?

-He meant the saw. -Then why didn't he say so?

Something's burning. Can't you smell it?

-I'm sorry. -Sorry?

You've ruined a good stew, wasted good food...

and you know we've to save every penny.

-I said I was sorry. -That won't get supper on table.

The men work hard. They'll be hungry.

I asked you to keep an eye on it!

I'm just not any good in the kitchen and I never will be.

Sorry, Mary Ellen.

You can be good at anything you want.

Maybe something's wrong with me

but I really don't want to be a cook, or a wife.

Every woman feels that way sometimes.

-Even you? -About three times a day.

But something always needs tending to, and we do it.

There's something to be said for that.

Right now, the problem is supper.

Can I help?

...not so green, that should burn real good.

We need a kiln for drying.

-All done? -Yeah, pretty much.

Let's eat.

Oatmeal?

-Why breakfast at night? -It's still good food.

There's potato pancakes and apple sauce. You eat.

Isn't there any meat?

We had some. Mama made a stew. But I burned it.

That's too bad.

Aren't we being a little too frugal?

-Can't we have some eggs? -I sold it and the butter.

Here's a dollar.

Now we pray.

Lord, help me keep my foot out of my mouth.

Bless this family, and help us to be thankful

for what we are about to receive.

-Amen. -Amen.

Go ahead, son. Help yourself.

The mail was good today.

John-Boy says he's fine and hell' send you a money soon.

Did he say how much?

No, but he'll send what he can.

So far, we're $15 ahead of where we were last week.

Got a long way to go.

You're just a ray of sunshine.

This is the world championship fight here tonight.

The defending champion is Jack Sharkey.

His opponent is Primo Carnera.

This time Sharkey covers with a series of left jabs.

They do not seem to shake Carnera...

who seems to be a bit stronger at this time

compared to Sharkey.

They're moving around in the left corner of the ring.

That's Sharkey's corner. Now they're back in the middle.

An attempted left jab to the jaw by Sharkey.

Let me have a bowl of soup. Without bread.

...counter punches on the part of Primo Carnera.

They're going at it with all kinds of energy.

A variety of punches, a variety of shots...

here in the fifth round of the championship fight.

Once again, Sharkey throws off the left of Carnera and drives.

And there's the bell. That's the end of round five.

Again, between rounds...

and about to begin round six of the world championship...

between the defending champion Jack Sharkey,

and Italy's Primo Carnera.

We've had plenty of big world championship fights

in recent years.

In 1930, Max Schmeling and Jack Sharkey

fighting here tonight...

fought for the heavyweight gold in New York City.

In round four in that one

Schmeling was declared winner on a foul.

Then, on July 3, 1931, Max Schmeling

stopped Young Stribling...

-Hey, fella! -Hey, Monty.

What are you wasting Friday night here for?

Just having a bowl of soup.

Hurry up and finish. Today was payday.

Tonight we paint the town polka dot.

I can't afford to do much painting,

but I'd come along for a look.

How much money have you got?

I've got $18.

But tomorrow $10 has to go to my family

as soon as the post office opens...

and $4 to your mother.

Rest I've to live off the next week.

I have a few bucks.

We'll have a couple of beers at the New Yorker Inn.

-The New Yorker Inn? -Yeah, it's a lot of fun.

Didn't you have a date with Cissy tonight?

Never give them too much of a good thing.

How old are you?

Confidentially, I'm 19.

But most folks think I'm older.

-City living body ages faster. -Yeah.

-How old do you reckon Cissy is? -Well, 22 or 23.

But I don't mind older women.

In some ways, they're actually better.

You know what I mean?

I don't believe you half as much as you think I do.

-Let's go. -Okay, just a minute.

Sharkey backs off with his left and goes against the ropes....

Thank you.

The referee breaks them up. The crowd on their feet again.

They're very excited....

We'll cut through the alley. It's shorter.

Boy, are we gonna have a good time tonight.

Hold it!

This is a stickup. Hand over your dough.

Sure.

Don't shoot.

Come on, you.

-I won't give you my money. -Do what they say.

Haven't I seen you fellows somewhere before, anyway?

Run, J.B.!

Sharkey lands a left on the jaw!

Carnera punches back with a right to the gut.

Sharkey is down! The referee is counting...

one, two, three, four....

...about 6' tall...

and I guess about a 180 pounds.

And they must have been between 25 and 30 years old.

We'll keep an eye out for them.

You're gonna do more than that, aren't you?

I mean, don't you do something

like go and look for them or something?

This is a big city, son.

Where would you suggest?

You don't think they're gonna be waiting for us at that alley?

No, I don't think they'll be waiting for us...

but you're not gonna find them just by sitting here.

They took all my money. My folks need that money.

We'll do the best we can to find them, young fellow.

There's been a lot of these holdups lately.

Men are out of work. You gotta expect it.

I know all about that.

That's not the first time these guys have tried

something like this.

They're the same guys who tried to hold up Doud's Tattoo Parlor.

We haven't had any report on that.

I guess you haven't.

Let us know if you see them again.

If I see them again, I'll do more than that.

You be careful.

Mama, Daddy, everyone, a letter from John-Boy!

What does it say, Mary Ellen?

Bring it over here.

"Dear Daddy...

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I won't be able to

send you anything this week.

"I was held up and robbed by two fellows

who took everything I had."

Oh, my Lord.

I was afraid something like that'd happen.

Go on.

"My send-home money, and what I was holding

to pay next week's board bill."

What's he gonna do? How's he gonna live?

"If you could send me $5 until next payday...

"I'm sure I can handle the rest.

"Your loving son, John-Boy."

You see, ma'am, I'm all out of sandwiches.

So, if I could just give you half the week's rent today...

I'd pay you the rest when I get next week's pay check.

I'm real sorry for what happened to you, John-Boy...

but I've heard all the sad stories I want to hear.

Ever since the banks failed, I've been swindled...

hoodwinked, and flummoxed and short caked...

by half the roundheels in the United States.

Now, John-Boy...

I have to run a business, not a free mission.

Excuse me.

I couldn't help but overhearing.

This ought to take care of it.

-Thank you. -Cissy, no--

It's alright.

That's real nice of you.

One moment. Cissy?

That's the nicest thing anybody's ever done for me

except my family.

But I can't take that money.

I thought I was a back-home friend.

True. Still, it's not fitting.

Hickory Creek is only six miles from Walton's Mountain.

True.

But a man doesn't take money from a woman.

It's only a loan.

"You may be handsome, big boy, but you're not that handsome."

Does that sound like Mae West to you?

I don't know her.

You are back home.

Lord, how I've missed that.

-Jason, your lunch is inside. -I need him here, Liv.

He's a growing boy. He needs a hot meal.

And I need to fix this motor.

He advanced it too much. He burned out the parts.

I'm sorry. I was trying to get it speeded up.

How many times did I tell you to....

I know, son, it's gonna take a miracle to beat this deadline.

Liv, I'm sorry. What is it?

There's a notice in the mail

from the court at Charlottesville.

And a bill from Mr. Guffy.

If that postman was a real friend

he'd take them insults back with him.

Go ahead, son. Go eat.

I'll be back after lunch.

We're not gonna make it, anyway.

Let's eat.

-How much are we still short? -Still over $100.

-Then we're gonna lose. -I hope not.

-That's the way it appears now. -Why are they still trying?

Because they're men, and proud.

Mary Ellen Walton, what are you doing so far from home?

I know your route. I was waiting to see you.

-Why? -Business.

Monkey business, or "business" business?

Is it silver or pewter?

Pewter.

-But good pewter. -Antique?

I'd say so.

How much?

It's old...

but it would take an expert to appraise such a piece.

Take a guess. How much do you think?

I would say...

about $10 to $30.

I'll have to take it over to a dealer I know.

Alright, take it.

And if you can get more than $10 for it, sell it.

I'll have to charge a commission: 15%.

It's a deal.

I'm going to Charlottesville, Saturday morning.

You meet me here about 2:30 in the afternoon.

Okay.

-Evening. -Evening.

Cissy?

Yes, John-Boy?

I was thinking...

I'd like you to come to the movies with me some evening.

That would be lovely. What about this evening?

It's a little late, isn't it? I'd have to change and wash.

We can catch the last show.

I was planning to pay you back Friday...

and then when I'm free and clear, I'd like to take you.

I'd like that as long as it's a friendly Dutch treat.

A date is a date. I've checked the prices. I can afford it.

Alright.

I'll tell you what. I'll loan you another dollar until Friday.

But tonight, we'll go to the movies.

Okay.

Thank you.

-I do like you. -I know.

You kissed me.

Do you know how many kinds of kisses there are?

I reckon I do.

I wouldn't want you to think that mine was the wrong kind.

Of course not.

Good.

Warner Baxter and Bebe Daniels in 42nd Street.

I've wanted to see that for a long time.

Me, too. That's why I wanted to come tonight.

-It's changing tomorrow. -We don't get to see....

Wait a minute.

What is it? What's going on?

Those are the fellows who took my money.

Hand over the money. Come on, hurry up.

-I sold it. -How much did you get for it?

Here's a check, made out to you...

less my commission.

Thanks, Vernon!

With what Grandpa and Jason and me brought in...

and $25 from Mary Ellen's antique...

we have ourselves $140.

-That's something! -We still need $60 more.

For once I did something really important, didn't I, Daddy?

-You sure did, honey. -And timed it just right.

What do we do now?

Mary Ellen, you got any more miracles up your sleeve?

Wish I did.

We should be hearing from John-Boy pretty soon.

You can hear from him now.

How are you?

What have they done to you?

I'm fine. I just got tired of the big city.

-It's good to have you home. -It's good to be home, Daddy.

-How much was it you needed? -$60.

Here's $50.

-$50! -Where'd you get $50?

You didn't do anything wrong, did you?

That's the reward they gave me

for catching the fellows who did this.

-I warned you! -Wasn't that dangerous?

-You might have been killed. -No, they were just...

couple of country boys out of work.

They didn't have guns. I saw that.

-You look thin and peaked to me. -Are you hungry?

-That, I purely am. -Come on.

Here it is! One legal grant deed...

signed, sealed, certified and recorded!

It don't look like much after all those

aches and troubles, does it?

Come on, Pa, let's go home.

I had lived in a city, known adventure...

found friends, and even been kissed by a pretty girl.

But it was good to be home again...

to know that special love, and to hear those special voices.

Can I come in, John-Boy?

Sure, Elizabeth.

I just wanted to see if you're really home.

I'm here, honey.

-I love you, John-Boy. -I love you, Elizabeth.

In a moment, scenes from the next episode of The Waltons.