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Sheriff, why is he
questioning those people?

Judge Thornbury is up
for re-election, you know.

I don't think you can go wrong
by telling the simple truth.

If you're gonna use
that newspaper...

to disgrace and humiliate
my family,

I want everybody to know
that I am in no way party to it.

And if you don't move it,

I will find me a sledgehammer...

and I will personally
batter it to pieces.

(John-Boy narrating)
I believe that, in our family,

all of us children
were sparked to do our best,

whatever we tried,
for two reasons.

There was personal satisfaction
we felt, of course,

but just as important
we knew that the whole family

would take pride in the success
of any one of us.

But then a day came
when I had to face the fact

that a goal
I had set for myself

was threatening to disgrace
and divide the family.

Hey, Sheriff.

John-Boy.

How long you gonna
be on that cane?

Oh, not as long as it's gonna
take to fix the motorcycle.

Listen, you know
I'm publishing that paper now,

and we're getting ready
to put out a first edition.

I'd like a grabber story
for that front page.

Yeah, you tackled a big job
with that paper.

Never been so fired up
about anything in my life.

I'd appreciate a good headline.

Well, how about,

"Sheriff Reports
County Crime Rate Decreasing?"

Good news.

If you think of anything,
you let me know, Ep?

-Alright, John-Boy.
-Thank you.

Hey, Ben!

Well, hey.

We're going over to Ernie's.

I'm supposed to be
selling ads right now.

Sell them later. Come on,
let's go shoot some pool.

Okay.

Judge Thornbury.
You alright, Judge?

Well, I don't understand.

One minute I was going along
just fine, and...

I just don't know what happened.

Judge, you better not move
around for a little while.

No, no, no,
I'm perfectly alright.

Was anybody hurt in there?

Lucky nobody was sitting
at them front tables.

What happened, Judge? Did you
try to avoid a car or what?

No, Sheriff. He just ran smack
into the soda shop.

You were sitting there.
Didn't you see it, too?

Well, something must have
gone wrong with the steering.

We'll have to check
that out, Judge.

Do you know how much
that window set me back?

Don't worry about any damages.

I'm gonna take care
of everything.

I do feel a little wobbly. Maybe
we could go into your office.

Oh, sure. Sure. Come on.

Now, don't worry. Nobody's gonna
to be outta single penny.

Let's just congratulate
ourselves nobody was hurt.

Mrs. Brimmer, where were you
standing when this happened?

Right over there.
And believe me, I saw it all.

It seemed to me he dozed off.

Sheriff, why is he
questioning those people?

Well, that's John Walton.

He's starting a new paper,
The Blue Ridge Chronicle.

When they backed
the judge's car out,

there wasn't anything
wrong with the steering.

Well, I figure he just...

dozed off for a second or two.

Maybe he had a little
too much to drink.

Oh, no, not much.

'Course, with some people,
it doesn't take much to...

set them off.

But I got some coffee
into him and I...

I walked him home. I don't think
it'll ever happen again.

Scared him pretty bad, you know.

-Gonna put that in your paper?
-Sure.

It's something
people wanna read about.

Well, I wouldn't
go too rough on him.

I don't intend
to be rough on him.

I just intend to tell what
happened, fair and factual.

Well, that's about
all you can do. Of course,

I guess the judge
has a lot on his mind.

Big decisions and all.

I'd hate to be in that position,
wouldn't you?

Ep, you wouldn't say
a bad word about the devil.

I wouldn't want
to take that chance.

Anything else, Olivia?

Ten cents' worth of cloves.

Okay. Did you want
any other spices today?

No, just cloves today.

Well, it appears that Corabeth
has moved the spices again.

I may have.

Well, would it trouble
you too much

to tell me where
you hid them this time?

Mr. Godsey,
may I politely suggest

that you don't take that tone
when you address me?

All the time
I've run this store,

I've kept the cloves right here,
all the spices.

That is the malady

which troubles this general
merchandise store and you.

In a rut and proud of it.

And when I try
to make improvements,

I am humiliated in front
of my family and friends.

We can do without
the cloves today.

Livie, we can't pickle
without them.

Excuse me.

Here are the cloves.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Half the time these days,

I don't know what
I'm saying or doing.

Could you possibly share
a cup of tea with me?

That'd be very nice, Corabeth.

Livie, we've got 100 chores
waiting for us at home.

I'll put the water on.

Tea-partying
in the middle of the day?

Oh, I thank you so much for
accepting Corabeth's invitation.

She's been so edgy lately.

She'll come in here laughing,
just fitting to bust,

and then before I can find out
what's so funny,

she's crying her eyes out.

I know you must think
I've taken leave of my senses.

You do seem edgy,
more than usual.

Maybe you're doing too much,
the house, the store and all.

Oh, no. No, not that,
far from it.

Well, it's something I've just
been bursting to tell someone,

but I've held back.

Well, you don't have to tell us.

I'm going to have a baby.

Good Lord.

You don't believe it.

Well, I didn't believe it
at first, myself.

I mean, I was afraid
to believe it.

My age and all.
I mean, Mr. Godsey's age.

But now I'm...

I have to believe it,
and I'm sure of it, and I...

Well, I'm really
very happy about it.

Have you been
to see Dr. McIvers?

Oh, yes.

And he didn't say
it was 100% official,

but he said right off
it was probable,

and now I'm sure of it.

Have you told Ike?

Oh, no. You two
are the first to know,

besides the doctor.

I want to just keep it
as my little secret for a while.

Ike's going to be mighty happy.

I'll be pestering you
with all kinds of questions.

I've had a little experience.

Can you believe I envy you?

Well, now, you take care
of yourself.

You always have been
high-strung.

Yes, we've got to go.

Would you please tell
Mr. Godsey...

that I have something
to tell him?

You mean to say
you're going to splatter

over the first pages
of your paper

a headline,
"How Sober Is a Judge?"

No, I'm not going to say
any such thing, Grandpa.

But he had been drinking.

Not enough to get
himself arrested,

but he shouldn't have been
driving a car.

Judge Thornbury is up
for re-election, you know, Son.

Yes, I know.

I think he'd just as soon
forget about the whole matter.

Well, I'm not going to forget
about it. This is news.

Now, I went to school
with Graham Thornbury.

Known him since I was a boy.

Hope you got your
facts straight.

Daddy, I got three eyewitnesses
who saw the whole thing.

I'm just gonna
write down what happened.

It's going to lose him
a lot of votes, Son.

Well, I can't help that.
This is a newspaper.

I've gotta print the news.

You're carrying
a mighty big gun, John-Boy.

Hope it doesn't go off
and shoot somebody by accident.

I don't think you can go wrong
by telling the simple truth.

That's the way you raised me,
isn't it?

Let's cut wood, Pa.

Simple truth.

Anyone thinks that
the truth is simple

has got another thing coming.

Someone's been messing around
with this type.

I was practicing my spelling.

Missed so much out of my
review of the concert,

it doesn't make sense.

Jason, I only have
3.5 inches for you.

I don't write by the inch.
I write by the word.

Some of the words
you use are an inch long.

You've to be a Doctor of Music
to understand you.

I showed Professor Thaxton.
He thought it was discerning.

We're writing for home folks
here, Jason.

Want you to write so Elizabeth
thinks it's discerning

so she knows what
I'm talking about.

Elizabeth? How about Reckless?

If I sell the paper for three
cents, can I keep a penny?

Will you get out of here?
Will you get the dog out?

A year's subscription is 52
issues, that's only 75 cents'.

-Do we have bigger type?
-That's the biggest type.

Fifty-two papers for 75 cents...

is less than a cent
and a half per copy.

If I subscribed to the papers,
I'll make a cent and a half.

That's more than you offered.
You're giving me a headache.

My name's James Robert!
Can't you remember that?

-We have to get bigger type.
-There's no bigger type.

-I said we've to get some!
-Don't ask me.

John-Boy, here are my notes
for School and Church.

-Oh, great. Thank you.
-Can I be on the front page?

Erin, do you realize
what's happening in the world?

In Chicago, they're fighting
with the strikers,

and the Japanese are firing
on US gunboats.

We got a local story involving
a judge in an accident.

This is good news, but it's not
going on the front page.

You know, it's just like
a real newspaper.

It is a real newspaper,
Elizabeth.

But I promised Joe
his name could be in the paper.

John-Boy, he is the captain
of the baseball team!

Are you gonna print
that she likes him, too?

John-Boy, I promised
Mr. Gebhardt

I'd give him the biggest type
for his ad.

-I'll tell you one--
-Can I sell for a cent--

Why don't you just go outside
and sell subscriptions?

And take the dog with you!

Reckless, go on,
get out of here.

These type are so small
I can't see them, Ben.

I told you we needed
bigger type.

Ike and Corabeth taking care of
a baby. I just can't imagine it.

In six months' time,
any smart baby

will be taking care
of both of them.

It's the best thing
that could've happened to them.

Yeah, sure be rough
on that baby, though.

I think Corabeth will be
a good mother.

Can't you see Ike just crowing
and strutting around?

They've got a new infant care
course at the nursing school.

Maybe Corabeth would like
to take it.

Those lucky Rockfish girls
are sure in for a treat tonight.

You look like an ad
for some kind of hair oil.

Are the Rockfish girls
coming over here?

No, I'm going
over there tonight.

It's okay, Daddy, isn't it?

Don't you think you should have
asked that question first, Son?

John-Boy's going
to let me use his car.

Seems to me you've been spending
lot of time in Rockfish lately.

It's a bad influence
for a boy your age.

Well, what's wicked in Rockfish?

I been trying to find the answer
to that question...

for over 60 years.

Well, I promise
to be home early.

Next time you ask permission.

I will, Daddy. Thank you.

Car keys.

Oh, yeah. Listen, you take it
easy, will you?

I promise to put 50 cents'
worth of gas in tonight.

-Alright.
-Goodbye.

Man, that boy's sure
growing up fast.

Too fast, if you ask me.

Can't believe the amount of
space he sells for the paper.

At that rate, there won't be
room for news pretty soon.

Judge Thornbury will be glad
to hear that.

I think I got a quote for the
masthead of The Chronicle.

"To Search for the Truth."
It's from Marcus Aurelius.

"To search for the truth
by which...

the good man never yet was
harmed." How do you like that?

I like it.
"Search for the Truth."

Of course, finding truth,
that's another matter.

Hmm-mm.

Oh, well, they can't shoot me
for trying, can they?

Well, we'll see about that.

Pa!

Hey, looks like we're getting
ourselves some fancy company.

Figured it was time
for old Thornbury to come by.

-Judge Thornbury.
-Afternoon.

Good afternoon, sir.

So this is the home
of The Blue Ridge Chronicle.

Yes, it is.

I know you're busy
getting out your first edition,

but I hope you can
spare me a few minutes. Hello.

-Good afternoon, sir.
-Gladly.

I apologize for the cramped
editorial room.

Putting out your own newspaper

is quite an ambitious
undertaking for a young man.

Yes, well, I hope to earn
a little...

as well as learn a little.

Well, I am delighted to find out

you are not only ambitious
but also practical.

That's a combination
that usually makes for success.

The practical John Walton
undoubtedly has already decided

not to waste any space
on my little mishap.

Well, I wouldn't exactly
call that wasted space, Judge.

It really would be beating
a dead horse.

I've arranged to pay all
the damages...

and the matter is settled.

Well, I hate to disagree
with you, Judge,

but it's a news story,
it rates a place in the paper.

But you must have
more important news to print.

A minor traffic accident,
who's interested?

I think the readers
are interested.

I think they're interested
in any unusual occurrence,

especially when it concerns a
prominent person like yourself.

A boy crusader whose strength
is the strength of 10

because his heart is pure.

John...

John, you're taking yourself and
your paper much too seriously.

You're not representing
The New York Times

or even
The Charlottesville Progress.

You're a little county
newspaper.

Judge Thornbury,

I'm well aware of the fact
that I'm not in the same league

with any of those newspapers
in many ways,

but I like to think I have
something in common with them,

and that's a little bit
of integrity.

Ah, yes, yes, integrity.

The vocabulary
of the very young.

I'll check your position
in 10 or 15 years.

John.

John, I would take it
as a personal favor

if you did not use that story.

And I don't forget people
who do me personal favors.

Judge...

Let me put it to you this way,
Judge. If you had...

If the person who had caused
this accident had been a farmer,

would you be complaining
to me now?

Sorry.

John?

Howdy, Graham.

-Hello, Zeb.
-Hiya, Judge.

That's a very bright young man
you've got there.

-Takes after you.
-In lots of ways, he does.

He's also a Baptist, though,
like his mother.

Yeah.

He should do well in the long
run. Of course,

right now he seems to be
suffering from the delusion...

-he's gonna change the world.
-I know what you mean, Graham.

One of the drawbacks
of being young, I guess.

And this story that he's so
determined to print, John,

well, it can't do him
or anybody else any good,

and it might cause me
some embarrassment.

John, I'd appreciate it
if you could persuade him

to substitute something else.

I'd like to help you out,
but it's out of my hands.

I'm sure I could find some way
to show my appreciation.

Yeah, well, you see, Graham,
when it comes to that newspaper,

John-Boy is the owner,
publisher and editor.

But, John, you are his father.

That's right.

What kind of a father
would I be,

if I wouldn't let him print what
he wanted in his own newspaper?

Zeb, how do you feel about this?

I'm sorry, Judge.

Our family hangs together
on things like this.

I just had to try on this
maternity smock.

I've never seen you
look prettier.

Well, in my day,

pregnancy was more than a time
to wear fancy clothes.

Well, I have gained
a little weight.

Well, maybe you've been
eating too much.

Dr. McIvers should put you
on a diet.

Likely he will
when I see him next week.

I get the test results
and everything else then.

The first weeks
are very important.

And I have paint and new
curtains for the nursery,

and I spend hours
poring over catalogs,

looking at cribs
and baby buggies and highchairs.

Oh, come see what I've done
to the nursery.

Come on, Grandma.

...here I am getting
ready to be a father,

just like you or anybody else.

-Have you picked out some names?
-Oh, yeah.

That's the way we put ourselves
to sleep every night,

thinking of names.
Let's see, now.

If it's a girl, it's gonna be
Gwendolyn Godsey,

or Lucy or Mary or Ginger.

Corabeth, one of her favorites

has always been
Miss Ginger Rogers.

How you fixed for boys, Ike?

Well, let's see. How about Lance

or Tyrone or Ralph?

You don't like Ike Junior?

Well, that's my favorite.

The girls shouldn't be
much longer.

Well, I think it's nice,

Mary Ellen and Erin
double-dating.

It's right handy for you boys.

You can do all your waiting
in one place.

You driving John-Boy
to Boatwright?

-Yes, Mama.
-You gonna wait for him?

I thought that I'd go
to Rockfish afterwards.

Don't you ever get
tired of Rockfish?

Well, it's something to do.

-We better get going.
-Yeah, I think so.

See you later, fellas.

-Have a good time.
-Yep, have a good time.

Erin, you know Wally.
This is Joe.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Have a good time.

-We will. Goodnight, Mama.
-Night, Grandpa.

-That's right.
-Goodnight, Grandpa, Grandma.

-Night, girls.
-Goodnight, Daddy.

-Night, Daddy.
-Goodnight.

-Goodnight.
-Night.

They seem like nice boys.

Too talkative.

Why does everyone get to
go out Saturday nights but me?

I've to stay here
with you old people.

Your time will come,
Miss Elizabeth.

Daddy,

why do you have to keep
calling me Miss Elizabeth?

It's so babyish.

Well, aren't you
my baby anymore?

Sometimes I like it
and sometimes I don't.

Well, your time will come.

By then I'll be too old
to enjoy it.

When's the last time
you had a hucklebuck?

-Daddy...
-Come on, come on, come on.

-Hey.
-Hey, Ben.

What are we gonna do?

-Play some pool.
-You always win.

-How about poker?
-Sounds okay to me.

Where?

Not at my house.

Well, don't look at me.
You know my mom.

Are we supposed
to play on the sidewalk?

I got an idea.

The Garretsons
are away on vacation.

So how does that help us?

I look after their yard, I know
how we could get into the house.

-Not for me.
-Why not?

We just borrow their dining room
table for a few hours.

Don't know, going into someone's
house when they're away...

We wouldn't be hurting anything.

Oh, look, if Mrs. Garretson was
here, she'd say yes in a minute.

We'd have a great game.

Come on, Ben,
don't be a wet blanket.

Okay.

-Alright.
-Let's go.

Why are you so quiet tonight?

Guess I'm feeling a little bit
like Elizabeth.

All the children away.

Could be worse, you know.

Some husbands go out
on Saturday night,

leave their wives home alone.

Why?

Well, you know,

I never figured that out.

Meet me at the side porch.

Come on, now.

Thanks, Ed.

-Sheriff?
-Yeah.

-Have you seen Ben?
-No, but I think I got a story.

I got a call.
Wanna ride along with me?

I sure do. Thank you.

Looking nice.

Bright, colorful.

Since I didn't know
whether it'd be pink or blue,

I decided to use both.

You know, you been
at this a long time tonight,

and you mustn't overdo.

Oh, don't fuss, Mr. Godsey.

Corabeth, would you
do me a favor?

Depends on the favor.

Would you call me Ike?

We don't want the baby
calling me Mr. Godsey.

I suppose I could do that,

Ike.

Thanks.

You know, you're supposed
to be getting extra rest.

Honestly. You'd think
nobody ever had a baby before.

We never did.

Alright, boys.

-Just come along quiet.
-We haven't done anything.

Breaking and entering.

Hey, you in there. Come on out.

Well, I'm not saying
I believe their story or not.

The fact remains, the boys broke
into somebody's house.

That's right. That's a felony,
and that can earn a man...

one to five years in the state
penitentiary.

Look, I know I was wrong.
Daddy, I have no excuses.

As far as I can tell, nothing
was disturbed or taken.

Look, we didn't take anything.

Just a minute.

Supposing when
the Garretsons get back,

they tell me
there's money missing...

or silverware or what have you.

Who do you think
is going to be blamed?

Alright.
You boys wait outside.

Now, John,

if you wanna sign these papers,

I'll release him
in your custody.

Alright, Ep, I'll sign.

That's the stupidest thing
you've done in your whole life!

Realize the trouble
you got us into?

-I'm the one who's in trouble.
-We're both in trouble, Ben!

Gotta print this! Why didn't you
think before you did this?

It didn't seem like
a big thing at the time.

Well, it will when
Mama hears about it.

Wait till they hear
about this at school.

-Sheriff put handcuffs on you?
-Were you thrown in jail?

Did you win any money
in that poker game?

-This is no laughing matter.
-But it's funny, though.

Your brother has broken the law,

been arrested and thrown
into jail

like any low,
common criminal in the county.

Now, if you think that's funny,

I'm as worried about you
as I am about him.

Now, all of you children,
off to bed.

-We can sleep in the morning.
-We're going to church.

Can I go up, too?

You may not.

We're gonna get a few things
straight around here.

I still can't believe that
one of my children...

would do such a thing.

You've been brought up
to obey the law...

and respect other people's
property.

How could you do such a thing?

I told you,
I don't have any excuses.

I just went along.

You've got a mind
of your own, haven't you?

A conscience that tells you
right from wrong?

I'm sorry, Mama.
It'll never happen again.

It certainly will not,

because from now on
we're gonna have...

some strict rules around here.

You're to come straight home
every day after school.

You're not going out
on school nights.

If we do let you go out
on the weekend,

it'll be only when we know where
you're going, who you're with.

If I'm not allowed to go out,

how will I sell advertising
for John-Boy's paper?

You're not going
to sell any more.

Mama, I really need
his help on that.

You'll have to
manage on your own.

It's that newspaper of yours
that's brought us to this.

Giving your brother an excuse
to loaf around pool halls,

break into other people's houses
when they're not home.

Mama, that's unfair.

You can't blame John-Boy
for some dumb thing I did.

I gave him chance
to earn honest money,

he was helping me
at the same time.

Things haven't been the same
since that printing press came.

I'm as upset about what happened
to Ben as anybody else,

but it's unreasonable of you
to blame me or the newspaper.

Ben, you will have
your freedom back

when we're satisfied
you know how to use it.

Now get upstairs.

Yes, Mama.

Corabeth!

What in the world
are you doing?

Oh, John! It's so terrible!

It's so humiliating!

Now, Corabeth, you shouldn't be
carrying this heavy suitcase

-in your condition.
-Oh, John,

what in the world
am I going to do?

Why don't you get in the truck
and let me take you home?

To your home.

Is that where you want to go?

I have to see Esther and Olivia.

Alright.

Corabeth, are you feeling
better now?

I've never been more miserable.

Oh, Corabeth.

It's past my bedtime.
Will you come to the point?

I thought I knew what it was
like to be unhappy before,

but I never knew until now.

Has there been misunderstanding
between you and Ike?

I'm not pregnant.

Oh, Corabeth.

There never was a baby.

I never was pregnant,

and I never will be pregnant.

I'm barren.

It was a false pregnancy.

Corabeth, that often happens
with women your age.

I couldn't face Ike.

I slipped out Dr. McIvers'
the back way,

and I managed to get home
through the fields.

I packed a few things
in that suitcase,

and tomorrow I'll take the bus
home back to Doe Hill.

Now, Corabeth, you just wait
till you settle down.

I'm of no use to him
or anybody else.

I just want to live out my life

without anybody expecting
anything from me.

Olivia.

If that's Ike, I don't want
to talk to him.

I won't talk to him.

Olivia.

Doc told me,

and I just figured
she'd be here.

She's taking
it pretty hard, Ike.

Could I talk to her, please?

Ike...

Guess it's just not
the time, huh?

Four juveniles were arrested
by Sheriff Ep Bridges.

The break-in
at the Garretson house

was reported by a neighbor,
Mrs. Jessica Noble.

One of the young suspects,
Louie Fry,

had been caring for the yard...

while the Garretsons were
visiting in Charlottesville.

The other suspects, all released
to the custody of their parents,

were Ben Walton,
Chuck Wilson and...

Is that it?

Is that the story you're writing
about this family's disgrace?

Mama,

I pledged myself
and I pledged my newspaper

to search for the truth.

Now that I've found it,
I can't be blind to it

because it involves
a member of my family.

There's plenty you can write
without shaming Ben and us.

That's not the point, Mama.

Don't you tell me
what the point is.

The point is your
brother's good name.

The point is if I make an
exception for Ben Walton,

I've to make an exception
for somebody else,

I'm gonna compromise
myself right out of business.

That's what the point is.

If you're bent on using that
press in such a destructive way,

you can just move it
right off this property.

-You don't mean that.
-Oh, yes, I do mean it.

If you're using that
newspaper...

to disgrace and humiliate
my family,

I want everybody to know
that I am in no way party to it.

And if you don't move it,

I will find me a sledgehammer...

and I will personally
batter it to pieces.

Now, you think about that.

"Garretson Home Entered."

Ben, Ben, Ben, Ben.

Ike?

Oh, good morning, John-Boy.

Did you spend
the whole night here?

Yeah.

I wanted to stay close
to Corabeth.

I'll see if anybody's up
and around yet.

Morning.

-Hi-yo.
-Morning, Son.

Ike Godsey spent the night
on the front porch.

Looks like he could use
some breakfast.

Ike. I'll go fetch him, Esther.

You look a bit frazzled
yourself.

I've slept better.

Ike! Get yourself
in here for breakfast!

There's biscuits!

Esther, is anyone
in the bathroom?

Looks like more than one spent
a restless night around here.

The girls are still upstairs.

Can't get them down
this morning.

How come you're not
milking, Son?

I've been in the press room.

What's going on around here?
Nobody's doing any chores.

I had to go get the eggs myself.

Sorry to put you folks
to this trouble.

Morning, Ike.

-Sit down and have some food.
-Come on.

A cup of coffee will chase
the chill out of the bones.

In case you change your mind,

I'll set the biscuits
right by you.

Thank you.

Has Corabeth been up
and around yet?

Haven't seen her this morning.

She asked me to take her
to town this morning.

Wants to take the 10 o'clock
bus back to Doe Hill.

I sure would appreciate it
if you could...

persuade her to change her mind.

Well, when she says she's going
to Doe Hill, she means it.

She's going.

It's not our place to try
to persuade her, Ike.

No, I know that. It's my place.

But how can I do it
if she won't see me?

How's John-Boy's
newspaper business coming?

He's still having a few
problems, Ike.

Well, I guess it's... Nothing's
worthwhile that comes easy.

Yeah.

I never want to see Mr. Godsey
again in my entire life.

Corabeth, I know the hurt
and the loss you're feeling,

I don't for a moment question
the truth of those feelings.

What I do question
is the way you're treating Ike.

Not everyone is as strong
as you are, Olivia.

We are talking about
someone you love

and someone who loves you.

There isn't a thing that Ike
wouldn't do to make you happy.

Don't you think
you ought to give him a chance?

I just don't want
to hurt anymore.

And I don't want
to hurt anyone else.

And you don't think leaving Ike
is going to hurt him?

For a little while, maybe.

For a long, long time.

He's going to be hurt and alone.

And you. What about you?

Don't you remember how lonely
you were living on Doe Hill

before you and Ike got married?

What earthly good am I to him?

The man wants a child.

I have nothing to give him.

I'd just be living off
his charity.

Corabeth, when you and Ike got
married, you agreed to share.

The good and the bad.

Don't you think sharing
is what Ike needs right now?

Shall I tell him to come up?

You can go up now, Ike.

Thank you, Olivia.

-Well? Is she staying or going?
-We didn't get that far.

Well, now, this is sure
a lowdown,

hangdog lot around here
this morning.

Sure is.

It's all my fault.

I wish you'd quit feeling
that way, Son.

You did something wrong. I hope
you learned something from it.

We're not going to keep
reminding you.

Come on, have a biscuit.
Come on!

Come on, Ben.

Keep on passing them
biscuits along.

Thank you, Mama.

Anybody want some eggs?

Corabeth, I...
I wish you'd look at me.

I'm sorry about the baby.

I know it meant a lot to you.

Well, it meant a lot to me, too.

But at least we've still got
what we had before.

I know it wasn't perfect,

but it wasn't so bad,
either, was it?

We could always try
to make it better.

Don't go back to Doe Hill.

I don't think I can face
being all by myself anymore.

Come on, Pa, let's get
some work done around here.

Daddy, I'd like to speak
with you and Mama a minute.

Alright.
Pa, I'll be right along.

I've been thinking a lot about
what you both said yesterday.

I'm sorry I shouted
at you, John-Boy.

It's just that I was
all stirred up about Ben, and...

And then it looked like you were
gonna make things worse, and...

I know.

You're his mama,
and you told me what you felt.

I understand that.
I appreciate it.

But as a newspaperman, I have to
say I think you're 100% wrong.

So I'm going to go halfway with
you on it. Mama, I love Ben.

You know that.

I wouldn't do anything
in the world to harm him.

But I got to print
these stories.

You said you're gonna
meet me halfway.

I am.

I'm going to put Ben's story...

and the Thornbury story
on the back page.

I'm going to bury them.

But you're still going
to print them?

I have to, Mama.

What do you think?

You ought to put your
conscience into that press

and see what comes out.

You know how I feel about this.
Why didn't you back me up?

We have raised our children
never to hide the truth,

to be honest even if it hurts.

You can't turn around and tell
them something different now.

No, come on, come on,
let's go for a walk.

Come on.

This family has been through
fire, pestilence, drought,

a Civil War and a World War.

I don't think some little story
in a backwoods newspaper

is going to finish us off now.

What are you doing?

Doing a test print
on the front page.

-We haven't got a front page.
-Yes, we do.

What?

Those stories are going
in the back, Ben.

John-Boy, I really think they
should be put on the front page.

Yeah?

You really think so?

John-Boy, if I wasn't
your brother,

they'd be on the front page.

It looks pretty good,
doesn't it?

Look at that type,
all laid out straight.

You're a good man, Ben.

Let's get to work.

In spite of all the obstacles
and handicaps,

my brother and I finally
did manage

to put the first edition...

of The Blue Ridge Chronicle
to bed,

as they say
in the newspaper business.

With the publication
of that first edition,

I embarked upon a whole new
adventure in my life.

As usual, I had the help
and support of my family.

They shared my pride
and my sense of accomplishment.

But, most of all,
we shared the knowledge

that rather than dividing
or estranging our family,

the conflict we had
just come through

seemed to give us a new respect
for the different ways

each of us could work
for what all of us wanted.

-Daddy?
-What is it, honey?

I'm thinking about
next Saturday night.

Fretting about being the only
one with no place to go?

-Hmm-mm.
-Tell you what.

Maybe you, me and your mama
could go into Rockfish

for an ice cream soda.

-Would that help?
-Oh, yes, Daddy.

And there's one other thing.
I wish all the other children

would stay home
while I get to go out.

You're gonna have to speak
to them about that, honey.

-Goodnight, Daddy.
-Goodnight, Elizabeth.