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The year 1936 was momentous
in the history of the world.

The year a king gave up his
crown for the woman he loved.

The year Adolph Hitler violated
the Treaty of Versailles,

and it was the same year
that Benito Mussolini,

encouraged by Hitler's daring,
overran Ethiopia.

These historic events was not
so important with our family

as the struggle by one of us
to attain an impossible dream.

-Mr. Johnson?
-Hello, John.

Here's an article on Jefferson
County Fair preparations.

I won't be needing
the story, John-Boy.

I'd appreciate it if
you'd at least read it.

-I was up till four o' clock.
-Really? Good, good.

You read this, will you?
The lead story.

-The editorial comment?
-That's it.

Alright.

"With this issue, I take the
opportunity to say farewell

"to friends and subscribers
to The Jefferson County Times."

Go on.

"Nearly 15 years ago,
I arrived here an outlander

"and embarked upon an adventure
which had been the dream of

"a lifetime to publish
a small country newspaper."

I can't believe
you were serious about it.

I had an offer right after
we talked the other day.

Place is sold.

I didn't think you'd
ever go through with it.

I need a change
in my life, John.

I've never been very
successful with marriages.

My second wife, as you
might know, has been gone

from these parts
over a year now.

I feel the need to
get back to my own roots.

-It's a little town in Florida.
-Mr. Johnson..

I'd appreciate it if you'd at
least recommend to the new owner

that he keep me
on as a stringer.

Well, the new owner's
in farm equipment.

He's renovating
the whole place.

What about the newspaper?
What's gonna happen to it?

I'm gonna ship that ahead
to Florida and set it up there.

All except... Come with me.

I'd like to show you something.

Here. Here, John-Boy.

This is how I started.
This is my original press.

Of course, I had to expand,
get better equipment,

but I always held onto this
press because I loved her.

-What a beauty!
-Isn't she?

-She still run?
-All I have to do is oil her.

-And she'll run like a dream.
-What are you gonna do with her?

I have an advertisement running
in a publisher's quarterly.

I wish that you were
in the market.

-Me?
-Uh-huh.

Mr. Johnson, we Baptists
don't sell our souls too easy,

but that press could tempt me.

-How much?
-I'm asking $550.

-Lot of money.
-Uh-huh.

But I'm counting
on that money to help cover

the expenses
when I make the move.

Oh, of course, sure.

-When do you have to clear out?
-I've to be out in three weeks.

It's crazy, even if I had it,
I'd have to do all the work.

I'd have to rent space,
set the type, run it off myself.

I'd have to write all
the articles myself.

I'd even have to deliver
and get the advertisements.

With my closing up, that leaves
the county without a paper.

There's a demand,
you could fill it.

-It's not a foolish thought.
-You don't think so?

Uh-huh.

You think maybe you could
lower your price just a touch?

Well, I...

I might take a down payment

and the rest in installments.

What kinda down payment?

$50? And then $15
a month after that.

-$50, huh?
-Uh-huh.

-Too much?
-No, thats-that's...

That's fair.
That's really fair. I...

You got yourself a deal.

Good. Good.

John-Boy, I know that
everybody's having a hard time.

You got the $50?

-Have I got the $50?
-Yeah?

Of course not.

But I've got three weeks
to get it in and I will.

-I know you will.
-I promise you, I will.

I don't want you to show this
to anybody, alright?

I don't want anyone to know
that this thing even exists.

-You really mean what you say?
-I certainly do.

-Then it is a deal.
-It's a deal.

How wonderful of you.
Hallelujah.

That's a real pretty rocking
chair you got there, isn't it?

Thanks, John-Boy. It is a copy
of one my own granddaddy made.

Oh, that's really a beauty.
Where's Daddy?

-Right here, Son.
-Come in here.

Get a grip on yourself.
I got something to tell you.

You too, grandpa. I bought
myself a printing press.

That's nice, Son.

-What are you planning to do?
-Start a newspaper, of course.

What did you use for money
to buy this printing press?

I haven't paid for it,
but the deal's all set.

Mr. Johnson, is folding down
the Jefferson County Times.

He's moving lock, stock,
and barrel to Florida.

The presses and everything,
except for this one pretty

foot-operated printing press,
and that's the one I bought.

-How much?
-Just $50 down and $15 a month.

-Till you've paid off how much?
-$550.

Methuselah!

I know that sounds like
a lotta money, but don't worry.

It's the down payment
that's hard to get.

I got a month
to scrape that.

I shouldn't have any trouble
clearing the $15 a month profit.

How do you propose
to get this down payment?

Have to get
a full-time job.

-Hold on, son...
-No, now, now.

I know what you're saying, no
I'm not planning to quit school.

Don't worry.
I can do both.

I might've to cut down on my
schedule, I'm sure I can manage.

You're not gonna oppose
me on this, are you?

We're not gonna be able
to help you with money.

I know you can't help me.
I don't want you to.

That's the point.
I wanna do it all myself.

I sure hope you know
what you're doing?

Of course.
I know what I'm doing.

Excuse me.

-Thought you'd be excited by it.
-I am.

But have you given any
thought as to how you plan

to accomplish all this?

I can work it out.
I've got it all figured.

I have to get myself
a job and reschedule my time.

Wanted to tell you first
'cause I knew you'd understand.

Can you imagine
my own newspaper?

Nothing's impossible. If I said
it was, you wouldn't believe me.

-Probably not.
-Well, then, it isn't.

But, John, have you given any
thought to your workload?

There are just so many hours
in a day, you can't change that.

I've given
a lot of thought to it.

There's a lot of things
I'll have to cut down on.

Like the stringer
job at the Times.

I'll rearrange my study schedule
and cut out wasted hours.

I can find a lot of wasted hours
in my life to cut out.

-One thing still concerns me.
-What's that?

I love your enthusiasm
for this project, but...

It takes me back
to when I was about your age.

Then I had some pages I'd
written about some people who

pained and astonished me so, I
had to write a novel about them.

-You, too?
-Oh, yes.

I still have those pages.

I take them out and I look
at those stillborn pages

and I wonder what
happened to them.

I never finished that novel.

I went to work
to support those people

instead of loving and respecting
and revering them.

I don't know what I might have
become if I had continued.

Now, please, you put that in
your mind and don't forget it.

I won't.

You know, I never really
intended to give up writing

the novel altogether.

John, it's a splendid thing
to be young, the young have

a sense of wonder and awe and
elation about things that...

Well, that people
who are older just, just lose.

Husband your energy and you give
your talent to your novel

and don't dilute it by taking
on too many responsibilities.

Well, now I don't think
I could stop working on it.

-Even if I wanted to.
-Good.

-Good luck, John.
-Thank you. Knew you'd say that.

-Bye.
-Bye, John.

-You joining the workforce?
-Surprised?

I never thought
you had any money troubles.

-I've got them now.
-What happened?

Well, the old man cut
way down on the allowance.

I sent him a wire and instead
of a check, I got a phone call

and 30-minute lecture on thrift,
industry and self-reliance.

-Where can I find a paying job?
-No, I sure don't.

-I'm looking for one myself.
-What for?

'Cause I gotta make some real
money real fast. Full-time job.

Well, not gonna find one here.

No? Alright.
Well, good luck to you.

Yeah. Same to you.

I'll check back just in case
something opens up. Thank you.

I'll get your
ham sandwich for you.

Sir, I'd like to speak to you
about your job sign out front.

-You local?
-I go to Boatwright University.

Been looking all over. This's
the first opening I've found.

I've had some of the boys from
the college in here about

the job already, trouble is,
they always say they'll stay on

the job but the minute
the semester's over,

they quit and head
back where they come from.

That wouldn't be the case with
me. You see, I live around here.

Where y'all live?

Jefferson County.
Walton's Mountain.

Mostly poor folks
out that way.

How'd you get in college
in the first place?

Scholarship.

-You ever handled the public?
-No.

I know I could. I like people.
I get along with them very well.

Last fellow moved
his family to Roanoke.

Not sure it's gonna work out
for him down there.

No telling how long
the job will last.

I'd appreciate being able
to fill out an application.

I could give you references
if you wanted to, people

like the pastor or my dean at
the university, Dean Beck.

I know Dean Beck.

If he recommends you,
I might give you a try.

Well, I'll have
him call you.

Fill out this application and
get it back to me on the double.

Thank you very much.
I sure will.

Good morning, Tillie,
who's minding the lunch counter?

Nobody. I'm late.

-Good morning, Tillie.
-Morning, Rudyard.

I'll have you some coffee
in just a minute.

No hurry. Hired me a new boy
and I gotta keep an eye on him.

That's gonna be $1.
Thank you very much.

-Where to, ma'am?
-Gotta get over to Ruckersville.

-Round trip, one way?
-Well, it's hard to say.

I got my eldest daughter
over there that's come down

with some kind
of skin condition.

Six children and her not able
to turn a hand to work.

Her husband's in Raleigh,
North Carolina, looking for

a job but would nothing do
but she had to send for me.

Maybe what I ought to do here
is sell you a one-way ticket

you can come back whenever
you want to, alright?

Well, it's hard
to tell when that'll be.

They got her wrapped in bed
sheets and putting salve

all over her whole body.

Well, a round-trip ticket
is good all year long, okay?

I don't know, Clyde might get
back to ride me home in his car.

Hurry it up?
I'm gonna miss my bus!

Yes. I'll tell you
what I'm gonna do.

I'll sell you a one-way ticket
and I'm let you worry about when

you come back, you can
decide that on your own?

-That'll be 50 cents even.
-Oh. There you go.

-Thank you very much.
-Thank you.

-Where to?
-Roundtrip to Lynchville.

A roundtrip to Lynchville,
50 cents exactly right.

Another aspect of writing as a
profession is the selling of it.

You may deal directly
with the publisher

and in most cases,
that's the usual method.

But you may also require the
services of a literary agent.

He can bring your work
before the right publisher

at the right time.

There are seasons in publishing.

And the market place changes
with public interest.

When you choose a literary agent

you should exercise as much care
in that sort of selection

as you would exercise in
the choice of an image.

The way in which you try to
create a move. The fashion..

[bell rings]

-John.
-Huh?

-Have a nice nap?
-I'm sorry.

I apologise, I had nothing
to do with the lecture.

I'm a little worried about you.
We ought to talk about this.

Oh, alright.

-Are you getting enough rest?
-Not very much.

Well, John, how many hours
a day at the station?

Eight. But I enjoy it, it's
not really like work at all.

John, you have six hours
of class every day.

The workload you carry requires
three to four hours' study.

When are you getting your rest?

I've been thinking about
a way to fix that.

I'm gonna do something about
it today, I promise.

Good.

-I'm sorry, Professor.
-It's alright.

-Daddy!
-Son.

-Hey. Where you off to?
-Mama's running low on meat.

If I'm lucky we'll
have venison for breakfast.

And where you gonna hunt?

There's deer nearby,
they'll be up along the ridge.

Pretty sure about that,
aren't you?

They've been up in the high
meadow grazing all morning.

About now they'll
be moving down for water.

Uh-huh?

You're not interested
in hunting, Son.

Well, to tell you
the truth something kind

of serious I wanted
to talk to you about.

Shoot.

Daddy, I like my job. You know,
I really do, it's a fine job.

It's an exciting place to be,
especially for a writer.

You meet so many kinds
of people and they're all

traveling here and there
and they got stories to tell

some of 'em laughing, some
are crying, meeting each other.

Some of 'em tell you their whole
life story if you can listen.

-Oh, it's an exciting place.
-I'm glad you're enjoying it.

Problem is, don't seem
to be enough hours

in the day for me to do
everything I wanna do.

I don't want you killing
yourself over work.

No use ruining your health.
It's not worth it.

Hm. So I've been thinking,

sure would save a lot of
wear and tear on my hide

if I didn't have
to come home every night.

Are you telling me that you
wanna move away from home?

I've been thinking about

a boarding house in Westham
or something like that.

-Wouldn't be forever, you know.
-We all say that.

Once we make the break
and get out on our own

get used to it,
we stay out on our own.

Tell me something.

What do you think Mama's
gonna say about that?

She'll grieve some,
worry a lot.

It's all part of raising a
family. She'll stand up to it.

I'll talk to her about it.

Strange.

I had all kinds
of things saved up.

Things I wanted to say
to you when this time came.

Now it's here and
I can't think of any of them.

I wish you could.

Well, Son.

No one man can tell
another man how to live.

In the long run, I guess, every
man has to do what he has to do.

Some of us grow up, raise
families, become woodchoppers

others go into politics,
or get rich in the stock market.

In the end, though,
we all grow old and die.

The important thing is
to find someone you can love

someone who can love you back,

get work that can pay the bills.

Work that you can get
some satisfaction from.

Well, I have that.

Always pay your debts, Son.

Don't take unfair
advantage of any man

and don't let any man
take unfair advantage of you.

Find yourself a good woman.

Remember, you're my son.

Yes, sir.

-John!
-hm.

How did you make
out with your job hunt?

Not too bad. I'm selling
tickets down at the bus depot.

Wow.

-And how about you?
-No. No, nobody wants me.

Well, jobs are hard
to find these days.

-How's it pay?
-Not bad. Not bad.

Good. Might be hitting
you for a loan soon.

What's the matter? Your daddy
cut out your allowance?

Cut it way down.

I might be standing in
the bread lines any day.

Might come with you to
have your mother's good meals.

You'd be welcome, but I'm not
going out there too much longer.

Just until
I find a place in town.

-Moving into big, wicked city?
-As soon as I can find a place.

Shouldn't take too long.
Good luck.

Thank you.
Same to you with the job.

Thank you.

How's the burger?

Wonderful. Got a real
special flavor to it.

-My special ingredient.
-What is it?

Wine. Red wine.

I put a jigger of wine
for every pound of meat.

You put wine
in the burgers? Wonderful.

-Where do you get the wine?
-My husband makes it.

Really?

You sure your name
is Shanks and not Baldwin?

That's a little private joke.

Only Baldwins I know are two
ladies from over your way.

They stop in for a burger
every time they come to town.

Miss Mamie
and Miss Emily Baldwin?

-Love them to death.
-So do I.

Wouldn't you know
they'd find your burger shop?

John! John.

I found the solution
to all of our problems.

-You have?
-Yes.

Meet Tillie, this
is Mike Paxton and he's crazy.

You didn't have to tell me.
I spotted him.

-What'll you have, Mike?
-How much is what he's having?

-15 cents.
-A small one for a nickel?

No deal.

Here, you can have half of mine.

He's having a little financial
difficulties right now.

Thanks. Which I have found
a way for us to deal with.

What do you mean "us"?
It's your problem. Not mine.

Will you listen? I'm strapped
and you're trying to save.

Why don't we do the sensible
thing, find a place to share?

We'll split the rent.
What do you think?

Well, I'll roll
it over in my mind.

Roll it over? I thought
you country boys ruminated.

Alright, I'll ruminate it.

While he's ruminating,
I'll have one of these burgers.

-Why, I thought you were broke.
-Temporarily. Don't trust me?

Well, I'll trust you,
long as you're a friend of his.

One burger, Joe.

-They're very unique.
-Well, they are, aren't they?

It's a special ingredient.

You're really serious
about sharing a room?

Yes, of course, I am.

I don't know, Mike.
See, I keep odd hours.

-I'd be up nights, writing...
-I'm a heavy sleeper.

-But I snore, see, so...
-So do I!

-I've always had my own room.
-So have I!

-Suppose we could give it a try.
-Deal.

Alright, it's a deal.

You got ideas where you'd like
to start looking for a place?

-No. Do you?
-Of course not

I don't know any
place around here.

Well, I do.

You two are babes
in the woods.

Go to Mrs. Butterworth
across the street.

That's the only place
in town that's right for you.

What makes you think
that place is right for us?

Well, it's a good place. She'll
treat you fair and she's a lady.

Might even teach
you some manners.

-Here's your burger.
-Thank you.

You owe me 15 cents.
Just sign there.

Worth every penny.

-Such a beautiful house.
-Thank you.

-Are you Virginians?
-He is. I'm from Philadelphia.

I've met many Northern people
who were quite well behaved.

I expect my guests to conduct
themselves as gentlemen.

Oh, of course, ma'am.

-I really like the room.
-I like it too, very much.

Particularly fond
of this part of it right here.

If I use this desk,
you sleep over there

I stay up nights writing,
wouldn't keep you awake.

Are you a writer?

Yes, and a student and I sell
tickets down at the bus depot.

The rate is $3 per
week per person.

That includes three meals per
day and the use of the parlor.

A coin-operated telephone is
in the downstairs office.

Ah.

-Mike, what do you think?
-I think we should take it.

That is, if we're acceptable
to Mrs. Butterworth.

If you gentlemen would
accompany me to the parlor

we will fill out
the necessary papers.

Thank you.

I'm just about ready to go.

When your daddy went away
I pretended it wasn't happening.

And...

well, when the pain
settled in, it hurt bad.

I'm not pretending with you.
It hurts already.

I'm sorry, Grandma.

You know, I'm not
gonna be very far away.

Now, you come home
every chance you get, you hear?

You know I will.

The people at the place
where you're boarding,

-Christians, aren't they?
-Good people.

It's for you.

Now, you read that every night,
and you say your prayers,

you resist temptation,

and you remember
you're my grandson.

Everybody's waiting
in the yard to see you off.

Not everybody yet.

I'll be out in a minute.

I know they'll feed you over
there, but I thought some

my fried chicken
might remind you of home.

-Thank you.
-Oh, this is for you, too.

Thank you, Mama.

-See that you use it.
-Oh, I will.

I love you.

And that's all
the speech I'm gonna make.

There you go.

Goodbye, Son.

Bye-bye.

How're you gonna
get to school?

Reckon I can get
a ride with Elsie Warren.

She goes down there
about every day.

-Come and visit me, alright?
-I will.

You betcha.

Yeah.

-If you ever need a nurse...
-Yeah, I'll call on you.

Hey, what's the matter with you?
That's for sissies.

I'm a sissy.

-I'll come and visit you.
-I'm gonna count on it, Ben.

Jim-Bob.

-Be good.
-Yeah.

Hey, there.

-I'm being very brave, John-Boy.
-Me, too.

Bye.

-Drive carefully.
-Yeah, I sure will.

You all wish me luck now.

-Good luck.
-Good luck.

-I'll see you soon.
-Yeah.

Thank you very much.

-Surprise!
-Surprise!

Miss Mamie and Miss Emily!
How are you?

Oh, just splendid, thank you,
John-Boy.

I'll bet you weren't expecting
to see us!

Never been so happy
to see anyone.

Excuse me, could I buy
a ticket before my bus leaves?

-Certainly. Where to?
-One way. Culpepper.

We have some distant relatives
in Culpepper!

They're in barrels.

My sister means they're
in the manufacture of barrels.

We haven't seen
them for just ages.

We just don't visit back and
forth the way we used to.

But if you run into
them in Culpepper,

do tell them that all is well
in Jefferson County!

So, anyway...

-One way, Richmond, please.
-That's $1 and five cents.

You must visit the Poe Shrine
while in Richmond.

It's where Edgar Allan Poe lived
as a youth, don't you know?

He was adopted
by some people named Allan,

but I don't believe
he took the family name.

Of course not, he would be
called Edgar Allan Poe Allan.

Precisely.

But it would have been a rather
stately name, wouldn't it?

-There you are, ma'am.
-Thank you.

Have a nice trip!

I'll relieve you now, John,
if you'd like to go to lunch.

Oh, I certainly would.
Thank you very much.

Would you do us the honor of
being our guest at lunch?

That would be a great pleasure,
ladies. Thank you very much.

Good. Good.

We always dine here
when we come to Westham.

Mrs. Shanks makes
the most heavenly hamburgers.

Yes, she does, doesn't she?
Tillie, look who we got here.

Oh, I'm happy to see you.
Three hamburgers coming up!

-Three burgers, Joe.
-Dear Mrs. Shanks.

She always wants exactly what we
want even before we tell her.

Hello.

Hi, John-Boy.
I was just wondering about you.

Sorry, I haven't had
a chance to come by

Been so busy with work
and school and everything.

-It's okay.
-Haven't sold it, have you?

No, she's right back there.

-How's the job going?
-Oh, it's fine, it's wonderful.

I got half the down payment
socked away already.

Good, good, good.

-Do you mind if I take a look?
-No, go right ahead.

Thank you.

Treat her gently when
you take her, John-Boy.

This press was almost a part
of me. I love this old girl.

-I may sleep next to it.
-Where are you gonna keep her?

I don't know. I figure
I'll keep it in the barn

till I find out
what I'm gonna do.

I got to thinking, this case
of type won't be much use to me.

Really goes with the press.

And this table and stone
for setting the type.

-It goes together.
-I'll have a hard time as it is.

Scraping up the down payment
on the press.

I'm not trying
to sell it to you.

-It goes with the press.
-You're throwing it in?

You don't throw type and you
don't throw a stone, John-Boy.

Let's just say that
I'm including it.

-Oh, my Lord.
-Press is no good without it.

Mr. Johnson.

You have been such
a good friend to me.

I hope someday I can repay this.

You just be here a week from
Friday and pick up these things,

and I will be off to Florida.

I will be here a week from
Friday just as soon I get paid.

-Any sign of your daddy?
-No, and I'm getting hungry.

Well, dinner's ready.
We'll eat in a few minutes.

Can I have a dry old biscuit or
something to keep me going?

No, Ben. You wait
like everybody else.

If I don't eat soon, I'll get
rickets. Wake up with yellow

skin and my eyeballs hanging out
of my head like tennis balls.

Jim-Bob, that is not
the symptom of rickets.

What do you know
about rickets anyway, Jim-Bob?

That's what Mary Ellen says
I'll get if I don't eat right.

Nobody's coming down with
anything like that around here.

I feed you good food.

-Yeah, but when?
-Just a few more minutes.

Moved my stuff out of John-Boy's
room so he'll feel at home.

You didn't have to do that,
Jason, but that was nice of you.

-Can I play?
-Next hand.

Mama, are we gonna have to wait
till John-Boy gets home to eat?

No, he has to work awhile.
Won't be here till midnight.

You can all see him
first thing in the morning.

Wonder if he'll look different.

-People don't change that much.
-Oh, you did.

You grew about six inches and
your voice changed overnight.

That's just because I'm unusual.

-Hey, I see someone.
-That must be your daddy.

Girls, help Grandma
get supper on the table.

I will.

-Jason, you wanna...
-Sure.

-Did you have a good day?
-Not bad.

Foreclosed couple of mortgages,
raised interest on all my loans

fired vice presidents for
putting their hands in the till.

-How was yours?
-Terrible.

Three servants quit, played
terribly at my bridge club.

No room for us on the Caribbean
cruise we've been planning.

Oh, no. Isn't there
any good news?

Dinner's on the table.
John-Boy's home for the weekend.

I'll settle for that.

Thank you very much.

-Am I glad to see you.
-May not, when I've had my say.

How would you like
to work this weekend?

This weekend?

I was gonna go home and visit
my family this weekend.

Promised my wife I'd take her
over to see her folks over

in Shenandoah Valley.

Her mother's real bad, no
knowing if she'll pull through.

In that case, of course, I'll
stay. I can use extra money.

Mind if I made a phone call, let
my folks know I'm not coming.

-Go ahead.
-Thank you very much.

Yes, operator, I'd like to call
Walton's Mountain, Virginia.

Godsey's store. That's three
shorts and a long.

-It's Ike. Come on in.
-Howdy, Zeb.

Hi, folks!

Well, Ike.

John-Boy just called.
He has to work this weekend

and he wanted me to let you know
that he can't come home.

Wanna catch a picture show?

There's a great one playing
down at the Colonial.

One Hundred Men and a Girl.

-Deanna Durbin's in it.
-Oh, she's good.

Leopold Stokowski.
Huge symphony orchestra.

You like symphonic music?

Yes, I do, but I got too much
work to do right now.

You should relax, I don't know
if you've noticed it but you've

been tensed and short-tempered
and on edge all the time.

-I've been working hard, Mike.
-Then slow down.

Really, you could crack up
if you keep going at this pace.

Well, I'll be getting
some rest this weekend.

Going home for the first time
since I moved out.

Okay, keep your nose
to the grindstone.

-I'm gonna catch a show.
-Alright.

-You have a good time.
-Thank you.

After Thanksgiving,
the winter turned severe.

Snow fell all through
Christmas and New Year

blotting out the horizon.

Inside the house,
the family felt isolated

as if on a small, snug island
of warmth and light.

The younger children grew
restless and could not wait

for the storm to end,
for they knew...

Come in.

Mr. Walton, you have guests.
I told them you'd receive them

they said they were old friends
and you might receive them here.

-Who is it?
-Mr. and Mrs. Godsey.

Oh, yes, I'd like to see them.
Thank you very much.

-Corabeth! How do you do?
-Be careful, the baby!

Oh, well. Ike!

How are you?
Good to see you. Have a seat.

-Make yourselves at home.
-No, we haven't time.

-That's a nice one, isn't it?
-That is nice.

-How's everyone at home?
-Pining for you is how they are.

Just heartsick and lonesome
for their first-born child.

You haven't said a proper
greeting to our little stranger.

Who is this anyway?

Mr. Godsey said that he would
like to hear the pitter patter

of little feet around the house,
so I went to the animal shelter

and found this adorable
little stranger.

-Her name is Clementine.
-Clementine! Clementine.

She is a sweetheart, isn't she?

I wish you could convince
Mr. Godsey of that.

All she does is
make mischief on the rug.

If you'd put down the newspaper
as I requested you to do.

I tried the newspaper,
but she's scared of it.

Mr. Godsey, she's only
eight weeks old.

One can hardly expect
courageous behavior

from anything that's
eight weeks old.

-But I really think...
-Really.

You know, what a lovely home
you have selected to live in.

All these fine old things
remind me of Doe Hill.

Mama had fine old
things like this.

Mr. Godsey, if we linger
here in conversation,

we will be late for
the movie picture show.

That's right.
We're going to the movies.

It's with Mr. Leopold Stokowski,
well-known classical conductor

and his symphony orchestra.

One Hundred Men and a Girl?
My roommate went to see it.

-Give him the note.
-Oh, that's right.

Elizabeth wrote you a letter,
brought it over to the store

to mail it, thought
as we were coming in

I'd deliver it.
I am the postman.

Thank you.
I appreciate it, Ike.

Mr. Leopold Stokowski
is waiting.

-Nice of you to come by.
-Okay, I'll be seeing you.

-That's from your mama.
-Thank you, Corabeth.

-You have a good time.
-Okay. Bye, John-Boy.

Bye-bye. Don't make any mischief
in the movie house, Clementine!

"Dear John-Boy,
we miss you so much.

"Mama cried after you left.
I cried, too.

"It is lonesome to look at your
place at the table.

"Reckless stepped on some
broken glass and cut her foot.

"Mary Ellen and Jason are
fighting over your room.

"It bled a little,
but Grandma wrapped it up.

"Love, your sister,
Elizabeth Tyler Walton."

"Dear Elizabeth Tyler Walton.

"This is not a Valentine.

"This is not an essay on what I
did during my summer vacation.

"Not a notice asking to pay
your electric light bill.

"This is a letter.

"This letter is not
from President Roosevelt.

"Not from Greta Garbo,
not from Little Orphan Annie.

"It is from me,
your brother, John-Boy."

Thank you very much.

-Morning.
-Mr. Davis, morning.

-Quiet night?
-Nothing out of the way.

I don't know how to put this,
I've got some bad news for you.

What's that?

I'm sorry, you've dealt fairly
with me, you've done a good job

the fellow who had the job
before you has come back.

Came in today with his family
and he's dead broke.

Asked for his job.
Gotta give it to him, John.

You can't do that. You know
what this job means to me.

You know I've staked
all my plans on this job.

And I feel terrible about it.

You can't do this.
I've worked hard for you!

-Given it everything I've got.
-It's not because I want to.

You're young.
It's just yourself.

But this man has a family,
a wife and kids to feed.

-You can understand that.
-Yeah.

Yeah, I can understand it fine.

I understand just fine.

-Here's your pay.
-Yeah. Thank you.

I hope you find something else.

Mike.

Yeah? What?

Sorry to wake you up, do me a
favor, I'm not going to be in

school today, I'd like you to go
by Professor Parks' office tell

him I'm out looking for a job
or I'm gonna lose that press.

You hunted for work all weekend.
What'll make today different?

Today's Monday. There'll be
more people open for business.

He'll understand. I want him
to know I'm not gonna be there.

-I'll tell him. Good luck.
-Thank you. Get back to sleep.

Hello? Yes...
I'm enquiring about the

job ad you've got
in the paper this morning.

Oh.

You wouldn't have other
openings, Would you? Any kind?

Listen, I really could
use a job, you know.

If there's any odd jobs or...

Okay. Yeah. Thank you.

-Any messages for me?
-Not that I know of.

You'd think there'd be
something.

I've been leaving applications
all over town.

-Sorry.
-Yeah.

I saw Parks today. He wants you
to drop by and see him.

Oh, of course he does,
of course he does.

I can't go. He's just gonna talk
to me about my novel.

And he's right. It's been three
days, I haven't written a word.

-He'll just give me a lecture.
-What are you gonna do?

I'll just do
the only thing I can do.

Go to Mr. Johnson
and throw myself at his mercy.

See if he'll take what I got so
far and let me pay off the rest.

You look really knocked out.
Think you should rest a while.

I can catch a movie
if you wanna take a nap.

I'd better go and do this now.

John.

If I had the money,
I'd give it to you.

I know you would.

Excuse me. Sir.

-Yeah.
-Where's Mr. Johnson?

Johnson? I don't know
any Mr. Johnson.

I work for the Greensboro Farm
Machinery Company.

Well...

It's all over.

All my plans are in the dirt.

See, I lost my job.

So I couldn't afford
to pay Mr. Johnson.

So he just shut down
and took off.

The press. Everything.
It's gone.

I feel like such a fool.

The whole family will be real
glad to see you back, Son.

I don't wanna see the family.

Get your stuff.
Got to sleep in the shed.

Jason's got your room,
didn't know you'd be home.

Yeah, I guess the shed is as
good a place as any right now.

What's this?

Fella came by with a truck
loaded with newspaper stuff.

Just unloaded it. Left a letter
for you over there.

"Dear John, sorry I
didn't get to see you

"before I left,
but goodbyes are hard to say.

"Thought you'd want these
things at home,

"Professor Parks made your down
payment, you settle with him.

"I wish you great success
with the Blue Ridge Chronicle.

"You have earned it.
Sincerely, Clarence Johnson."

Welcome home, Son.

I can't believe it. Do you
want to see this thing work?

I had made a brief
journey into the world

had known loneliness,
desperation, and friendship

it stretched the horizons of my
experience and of my life.

Like the best of journeys,
it led to home again

and the whole adventure of my
life was turning now in a new

direction, for I was soon to
become the publisher, editor

writer, and printer
of a small country newspaper.

-John-Boy?
-Yes, Elizabeth?

Did you know Corabeth
has a puppy?

I know. She calls it Clementine.

-That's not what Ike calls it.
-What does Ike call it?

-I can't say.
-Why not?

Mama won't let me
say words like that.

-I'm glad you're home, John-Boy.
-So am I.

Goodnight, everybody.

-Goodnight, John-Boy.
-Goodnight, John-Boy.