All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S07E10.The.Beau.WEBRip.x264-ION10

I can't stand him!

Marcus Dane? I think
he's kind of cute.

You should have heard
the way he was talking.

"You were
the prettiest girl in school.

"I'll never forget
that long hair.

"All the boys were
in love with you."

That's probably true.

It's sickening. Why did he
have to come here anyway?

Elizabeth, he's
just being friendly.

But it's more than that.
He acts like a boyfriend.

It's good for a girl
to feel like she's desirable.

Not when the girl's
your grandmother!

JOHN-BOY: It is
always a special moment

when you find something
you thought you had lost.

But my grandmother had mixed
feelings when she rediscovered

a childhood friend she
hadn't seen for almost 50 years.

Mmm, something smells good.

It's corn bread.
Dinner's almost ready.

-Anything in the mail?
-Mostly bills.

Mary Ellen was hoping
for a letter from Curt.

Maybe he's waiting till he gets
to Hawaii before he writes her.

Hey, Ma,
who do you know in Richmond?

Here's a letter
from Marcus Dane.

What?

Did you bring
the starch I wanted?

Aw, I knew there was
something I forgot.

Losing your memory
in your old age.

Maybe you ought to
write me a list next time.

It's a newspaper clip
from the Richmond paper.

It's all about
the pioneers in Virginia.

How Pa's family came here
from just before the Revolution.

I'd like to put that aside
for John Curtis,

if you don't mind, Grandma.

Oh, my.

-JOHN: Want me to read this, Ma?
-Yes.

Alright.

"My dear Esther.
I read about Zeb's passing,

"and wanted to offer my sincere
and deep sympathy to you.

"I know these
are belated condolences,

but to tell the truth,

"I wasn't sure
if you'd remember that boy

"that used to live on
that next farm down the road."

Yeah.

(CHUCKLING)

"But I still remember the
prettiest girl in Buckingham

"and the man
who married her away,

"and wanted you to know how
sorry I am that Zeb has left us.

"Sincerely, Marcus Dane."

You never said anything about
a Marcus Dane. Was he a friend?

Yes.

Would you like to write
him back while his letter's

still fresh in your mind?

-No.
-You don't want to do that.

Don't want to spoil
a good memory, do you?

OLIVIA: Might do you
good to have a friend.

We're her friends.
What do I smell burning?

(GASPS) The corn bread.

She's talking to me
about a bad memory, Ma, huh?

(LAUGHING)

(OLIVIA EXCLAIMS)

Oh, one moment, please.

It's alright, Corabeth.
We'll take care of it.

Just need a dollar's worth.

Mr. Godsey has gone
into Charlottesville

to see about felt and buckram,

he has left me
with explicit directions

I am to sell no more
than three gallons at once.

How come?

Yeah, he's usually trying
to get us to buy more.

Well, it seems that
the oil company says

that they are not
going to send the truck here,

except once a month now.

That means they're going
to start rationing, Jim-Bob.

Yeah, that ruins my love life.
I got a new girl in Westham.

That means you'll have to find
a girl closer to home, Romeo.

I wish I had
built myself an electric car.

I'll get your change.

BEN: By the way, Corabeth,
who's Felt and Buckram?

I beg your pardon?

Well, isn't that
who Ike's seeing today?

Oh.

Felt and buckram are supplies
used in the making of hats.

I'm going
in the millinery business.

Hats?

(HONKING HORN)

-BOYS: Hey, Yance.
-Hey.

Heard on the radio they're
stepping up the conscription.

You don't
have to worry about that, Yancy.

Yeah, but a lot of them
old boys way back in the hills,

they're bound to get called off.

Might open up opportunities
for a man who's staying behind.

I been giving a little thought

and I just may go
in business for myself.

Yancy, go to work?

A man's got to better himself.

Become something.
Come on over here.

Right. Come on, Jim-Bob.

What's this now?

(SNIFFING)

No, thanks.

(COUGHING)

What is that stuff, Yancy?

It ain't had
a chance to season proper,

but I figured
I could sell it anyway.

You know, the government
might buy it as aviation fuel.

You sure can't drink it.

Yancy, why don't you
try another business?

I don't think there's
too much promise in that stuff.

Yeah, well. I guess the formula
needs a little more adjusting.

(DOOR OPENING)

-Hello.
-Hello there.

Is this where
Mrs. Esther Walton lives?

Yeah. She's my grandmother.

-And you are?
-Elizabeth.

Well, Elizabeth,
will you tell your grandma

that Marcus Dane
has come to call?

Sure. She's been sick, you know.

Yes, I know. May I see her?

Thank you.

Grandma, somebody to see you.

Esther, you're still as pretty
as the day I last saw you.

(BOILING)

(TWIG SNAPPING)

Don't you know
better than to sneak up

on a man
who's tending to business?

Sorry, Yancy, I didn't
mean to sneak up on you.

How'd you find me anyway?

It took me weeks
to find this hideout.

Yancy, you can't hide anything
from a Walton on this mountain.

Besides, I wanted to talk to you
where nobody could hear us.

You had second thoughts
about my makings.

I got a fresh batch right here.
Take a taste of that.

That smells worse
than the other one did, Yancy.

Yeah, I guess
you're right, Jim-Bob.

I just ain't got the product.

Yancy, I need
to borrow your still.

I'd be proud to be partners.

Well, it's for
a scientific research project.

Well, I don't know much
about no research, Jim-Bob.

I never had much call for that.

It could help the government,
the war effort and everybody.

- If it works.
- Making moonshine?

MARCUS DANE: I remembered
you like roses, Esther.

This came from my garden.
It's called Blue Girl.

When it blooms it looks like
it captured a bit of the sky.

I'd be honored
if you'd accept it.

I hope you don't mind
my dropping by unannounced.

I've thought of you often
over the past 50 years.

You were
right about me, you know.

Remember when you told me

I was meant to be better than
a cotton chopper all my life?

Well,

I went to work
on a construction gang,

paid my way through college,

and got my engineering degree.

J.D. Pickett wants me
to look at his defense plant

and see if I
can make it more efficient.

I'll be
coming up here quite often

on business from time to time.

Fifty years.

The last time
I saw you, do you remember?

Zeb had cut in
on practically every dance

I tried to dance with you

and the next thing I knew, you
two were engaged to be married.

It was a long time
before I could find a woman

who was
any match for you, Esther.

But I finally did meet
the right girl and settled down.

I lost her two years ago.

Well, where shall we plant this?

-Over there?
-Yes.

I don't see why she got dressed
up in her Sunday clothes.

Don't you like
to dress up for your friends?

Yeah, but Grandma's
too old to care how she looks.

Elizabeth, you've got a lot
to learn about growing older.

Liv, I drove up
just in time to see Grandma

going around the corner
of the house with a strange man.

The one and only Marcus Dane.

Did he just show up
without calling first?

Yeah, Grandma wasn't
too pleased about it either.

-She upset?
-Yeah, at first.

The way he kept looking at her,
you'd have thought she was 18.

It was icky.

Maybe she ought to be flattered.

School chum coming
in from Richmond.

I know I would be.

You know what
I'm gonna do

when one of your school chums
turns up, don't you?

-Go crazy with jealousy?
-I'm gonna run and hide.

I don't wanna listen
to all those old stories.

Why, I thought you liked
to hear about my school days.

First 100 times, I did.

Did I ever tell you about my
boyfriend in the third grade?

His name was Douglas Pinebird.

Oh, grownups can be so immature.

There we are.

You like it, Esther?

(MUMBLING)

Yes, I know, I understand.

I do know. You're
trying to say something,

knowing in your mind
what you want to say

and the words won't come out.

Sometimes, I know,
it makes you want to scream.

I know because five years ago
I had a stroke.

Quite as disabling
as yours, at first.

A lot of people wonder
why we bother, at our age.

Well, I always
tell them as long as there's

a spark of life left in me,
I'm going to fight to be useful.

Me, too.

I've probably
overstayed my welcome.

I'll be starting back now.

Stay.

You want me to stay?

Stay!

For supper?

I'd be delighted.

GRANDMA: See.
MARCUS DANE: Yeah.

I remember that one.

-And those.
-Right, right. Oh, yeah.

I'd almost forgotten
some of these names

in this old scrapbook.

Our senior year in high school
we all had calling cards printed

and went around trading them.

And promised
undying friendship, I imagine.

A few of them
I've kept track of. Like Esther.

Someone I knew
would get a postcard,

or I'd run into
a friend of a friend.

You don't know how badly
I wanted to come see you

when I heard
you were in the hospital.

Ma sure kept you
a secret all these years.

She probably
was worried that I'd tell you

what a mischief-maker
she was back then.

That doesn't
surprise me one bit.

She won't allow
any misbehaving around here.

Can I tell them
how you took the clapper

out of the teacher's bell,
so recess would be longer?

No.

And remember what you wrote in
Ollie Wetzel's autograph book?

No. Oh, my.

Now, Mr. Dane,
you have an unfair advantage.

Grandma can't tell us
about your escapades.

Well, I still can't believe
that a rascal like Esther

could grow up to be
such a prim and proper lady.

Maybe there's hope
for Elizabeth there, hmm?

I'm finished here.
I'm going to do my homework.

You've been so busy cleaning up,
you haven't had any dessert.

Take some pie?

-I'm not hungry.
-JOHN: You feeling alright?

Just a little tired.

Night, Daddy.
Night, Mama. Night, Grandma.

MARCUS DANE: Good night,
Elizabeth.

Happy to have met you.

Good night.

Well, I should be
getting along myself.

Esther, it's been
a wonderful day.

Would it be alright
if I come calling again?

Yes!

-Thank you.
-I'll see you to the door.

He seems like
a nice gentleman, Grandma.

And you certainly
seem to enjoy his company.

What?

All the same,
you've got roses in your cheeks.

(BOILING)

(GROANS)

That's no more than
100 proof at best.

That's not high enough
for what I had in mind.

This still just isn't right.

I think we need
to build a new one.

What's the matter with this one?

Well, it's geared
for making liquor.

Besides, we need to make more
of it faster, higher capacity.

I can go along with that second
part about making more faster,

but if you don't use a still
to make moonshine,

what on Earth
do you plan to do with it?

I think we can make alcohol
powerful enough to run a car.

That way, we won't need any gas.

That is impossible, Jim-Bob.

I mean, if that would work,

somebody would have
thought of it by now.

Nobody ever did because
we've always had plenty of gas.

Now, we need it.

It should work if we can make it
with a high enough proof.

It sounds crazy,
but I'll go along.

-Grandma? You napping?
-No.

I hung your quilt
out on the line for some air.

It's still warm
from the sunshine.

Oh, yes.

What's all this?

-It's alright to open it?
-Yeah.

Oh, it's a baby curl.

Whose is it? Mary Ellen's? No.
It's too light to be Jason's.

It's not red enough to be Ben's.

-John's?
-Yes.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

It's hard to believe
that his hair was this curly

and you've kept it
all these years.

Yes.

Don't worry. I won't tell him.

Oh, I remember these.

-John-Boy's baby booties.
-Yes.

What put you in such
a sentimental mood?

Your dance card.

Buckingham High School,
June, 1888.

Every dance filled.

You certainly weren't
a wallflower, were you?

(MUMBLING)

Let's see, Paul Culver,
Fred Bassett, Marcus Dane,

and you saved the last dance
for Zeb Walton.

-I bet he was handsome.
-Yes.

Poor old Marcus Dane
didn't stand a chance.

I'm surprised you haven't
heard from him again.

I thought we'd be
seeing him before now.

It's the best.
It's best.

Guess it's kinda hard to pick up
a friendship after many years.

Yeah.

-You want me to put this away?
-Oh, no, no.

I'll leave you
alone with it then.

Hey, Corabeth!

-Bonjour.
-Same to you.

Going someplace?

Unfortunately, no.

Since I am confined to a life
removed from the world,

I must be content
to bring the world into my life.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

If it gets to bothering you,

I'll be happy to
stomp on it for you.

You may make as many
jokes as you like,

this hat is every bit
as stylish as those featured

in the latest fashion magazines.

You may pass that word
along to your mother.

Mama's not very stylish.
She's more homey.

Any mail for us today, Corabeth?

Oh, yes. I believe there's
a letter here for Mary Ellen.

With a Hawaiian postmark,
I hope.

A letter from Curt
puts her in a good mood.

Ah, from Honolulu.

That ought to put her
on the heights of euphoria.

Good.

A bill, and another bill.

It's just
shocking to me, you know,

the way everything
is going up these days.

And who is Marcus Dane?

Oh, that's somebody
Grandma went to school with.

He came to see her a while back.

A swain? At her age?

-And what is a Blue Girl?
-It's a rose bush.

He gave it to her
all she does is water it.

Elizabeth thinks
grandmothers are supposed

to sit around
knitting all the time.

Well, I'm not sure
I don't agree.

Still, a woman is likely to
welcome at any time of her life

une affaire de coeur.

A what?

A romance, my child!

Thanks for the mail, Corabeth.

(PIANO PLAYING)

No, Elizabeth, here the verb
takes the place of a noun.

It's called a gerund.

English makes me so confused,

I think I'm gonna
forget how to speak it.

That's two
out of three, Jim-Bob.

Try for three out of five?

Sure, but you're
looking for failure.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

That's probably Aimee,
just as confused as I am.

-Hello?
-Is it for me?

It's for Grandma.

I'm going upstairs.

Hello? No.

No.

No.

Yes.

John, what do you think
about me getting my hair cut?

Huh?

I'm getting too old
to wear it long.

That's right, Liv.

I was thinking about getting it
cut like Claudette Colbert.

John, do you like
being married or not?

Well, sure I do, Liv, to you.

Of course, I never met
Claudette Colbert.

She wouldn't
give you a second glance.

Oh, no?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come in.

Mama, Daddy, guess what?

Mr. Dane called
and asked Grandma out on a date.

Oh, Olivia, how nice to see you.

-What can I do for you?
-I heard you have new hats.

Ah, my millinery department.
Right this way.

I don't have
my winter line ready yet.

I'm sorry it's not large enough
to be called a salon,

but I have all
the very latest fashions.

Now, is there something special
you had in mind today?

Well, Grandma's wardrobe
needs sprucing up,

I thought I'd
get her a new hat.

Ah, you have come
to the right place.

This is a copy

of something from one
of the latest fashion magazines

for a lady of mature years.

Perfect for Esther
to wear to church.

What I had in mind

was something for her
to wear to a fancy restaurant.

Oh, my. Something
special. A birthday?

An occasion of some sort?

She's having dinner
with an old friend.

Oh, Mr. Dane, I presume?

Word sure gets around.

I think it's just
the sweetest thing.

Two people,
in the sunset of their lives,

having dinner together
just as though they were...

How about that one?

Well, you'll have to admit
it is a bit unusual.

A t te- -t te at their age?

Well, don't you think that
this is a bit youthful?

So is Grandma.

I'll take it.

(SINGING)
* I've been a moonshiner
for 20 long years *

* I've spent all my money
on whiskey and beers *

* Way back in some holler
I'll put up my still *

* And I'll make you
one gallon for a $2 bill *

* ALL: I'll go to some tavern
and drink with my friends *

* No ladies to follow
to see what I spend *

* God bless those fair ladies
I wish they were mine *

* Their breath smells as sweet
as the dew on the vine *

* I'll eat when I'm hungry
I drink when I'm dry *

* If moonshine don't kill me
I'll live till I die *

* God bless those moonshiners
I wish they were mine *

* Their breath smells as sweet
as the good old moonshine **

(WHOOPING)

Is Grandma almost ready?

She wanted me to fix her hair
and changed it three times.

She says she hates it
and she's not going.

-I'll talk to her.
-Good luck.

I barely escaped with my life.

Going somewhere, Daddy?

No, I just thought I'd wait
to see your grandma's friend.

I hear you're having
second thoughts about going.

Oh, boy.

It's been a long time since a
gentleman came to take you out.

I don't blame you for feeling
a little self-conscious.

You have a right to have
a good time, you know.

Now, just because
you've passed a certain birthday

doesn't mean that you can't
try new things and meet people.

Remember when you first came
home from the hospital?

How we tried
to keep you from doing things

that you knew you could do?
You resented that.

Well, you're doing
the same thing right now.

You're holding yourself back
from doing something

that might make you feel needed.

Mr. Dane strikes me
as a very lonely man.

I brought you something
I thought might give you

a little courage.

Oh, my.

Oh, my.

(MUMBLING)

(CLEARS THROAT) How are things
at the Pickett plant?

Looking better since
I made my recommendations.

How is business?

Keeping busy.

Am I mistaken, or are we

having a hard time
talking to each other?

Well, I was just
thinking that myself.

I feel like a teenager coming
to call for his first date.

Yeah, well, I know
what you mean, I...

I'm not used to having people
come take my mother out.

Would you like to ask me
about my intentions?

No, we'll do that later.

Glad to hear it.
I'm nervous enough as it is.

(DOOR OPENING)

Esther, you're lovely.

Thank you.

This is for you.

Oh, my.

Oh, my.

-You want me to pin it on?
-Yes.

-So, where are you two going?
-Ready?

Don't you worry.

We don't want anyone checking
up on us. Right, Esther?

Yeah.

-Ready?
-Have a good time.

Well, be careful driving.

We will.

Watch those stairs.

Where did she get that hat?

I got it at the Godseys. It's
one of Corabeth's creations.

Looks so pretty.

Reminds me of what she looked
like when I was a little boy.

I guess Mr. Dane thinks so, too.

Now, Liv, you don't think
he came courting, do you?

I don't know
what else you'd call it.

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

I don't know when
I've enjoyed a movie more.

Even after that big dinner we
had, I only fell asleep once.

(CHUCKLING)

My wife would have enjoyed it.

She used to love Gary Cooper.

Gloria was a good woman, Esther.

After so many years of sharing
my life with someone else,

I feel a terrible emptiness.

I know.

The best part of the whole movie
was that pie fight.

-I know.
-Grandma.

Evening, Jim-Bob.
Been to the show?

What are you doing here?

Same thing you are, I imagine.
Having a soda after the movie.

This is Tanya. Tanya Bowman.

-Tanya, my grandmother.
-Hello.

How do you do?

And this is Mr. Dane.
My grandmother's, uh...

Beau.

Your grandmother's beau.

John?

It's alright, Liv.

What's bothering you?

It's after midnight.
Ma's not back yet.

She's of age.

I know that. But it's
been almost seven hours.

Marcus Dane's
not a young man, you know.

Anything could have happened.
Could have had a car accident.

I seem to remember
you saying that about Mary Ellen

when she was running around with
Curt, and he was a young man.

I feel as much responsibility
for Ma as I did for Mary Ellen.

Go to sleep, John.

I just don't like her
being out so late.

(CAR APPROACHING)

Hey, there's a car.

John.

John.

It's them.

-Good evening, John.
-More like good morning.

We got to talking
and lost track of time.

But I brought her back
safe and sound.

It's that I don't like to see
her get too wore out, you know.

Oh, it's good for her
to get tired enjoying herself.

Good night.

Good night, Esther.

Good night, John.

Good night.

I was just

paying you back for all
the times you waited up for me.

Have a good time?

Yes.

(BOILING)

You ready?

Well, I think
we can give it a try.

If this lights slow,
you've got about 100 proof.

It if lights fast...

-Oh!
-Good?

Good? That is 190 proof alcohol!

Yahoo! We did it!

We did it, Yancy.

What's going on?

We've got a surprise
for you, Daddy.

Son, wait. Now you better
explain before you do that.

Don't worry, this is
not gonna hurt the car.

I made a high-proof alcohol

that makes a car run,
as good as it does on gas.

-What?
-It works, John.

It really works.

Jim-Bob and me
is going into business on it.

Well, alright.
If you're wrong,

you're going
to ruin the car, Jim-Bob.

My car's running on it.

I know, your car runs on things
mechanics never seen.

(CAR STALLING)

Little gas left
in the fuel line.

See what I tell you?
You did it this time, Son.

It just needs an adjustment
on the carburetor, Daddy.

It's going to revolutionize
the automobile industry, John.

Better to have drunk cars
than drunk drivers.

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

Sounds pretty good to me.

I told you it'd work, Daddy.

Just think of the gas
we're going to save.

And we can buy surplus grain
from the farmers on the flats,

trade some
of the alcohol for it.

Bet you can even run a tractor
or the sawmill generator.

You say something
about surplus grain.

That's how you make alcohol,
you know, by distilling it.

Sure. Yancy helped me
build a still big enough.

It's a sweet-looking
thing, John.

I'm sure you're both aware

the government doesn't
look with favor on stills.

Yeah, but it's to run engines
on. Nobody's going to drink it.

You know that son and Yancy
knows that and I know it.

But does the government know it?

I think you better
get down to Ep's office

find out
how to handle this.

Yes, sir.

I knew this wasn't going to be
as easy as I thought it was.

Hey, Jim-Bob,
pass the milk, please?

-Trade you for the potatoes.
-Deal.

Aren't we always
supposed to say "please?"

Little Miss Perfect.

Guess it doesn't matter
if Grandma's not here.

Well, she's hardly here anyway.

Good manners
are important all the time.

And it's not good to point out
other people's bad manners.

I don't think Elizabeth
particularly approves

of Grandma's social life.

Was weird running
into her at the Kandy Kitchen.

I would've been so embarrassed.

You oughta be
proud that your grandma's

young and pretty enough
to attract Marcus Dane.

Yeah, Erin. Maybe one of these
years you'll get a boyfriend.

I don't care.
It's just not dignified.

What's dignified
about staying home alone

when you could be
out having a good time?

She can, here with us.

I've never heard such
narrow-minded talk.

Aren't we older people supposed
to be stuck in our ways?

I hope I have as much spirit
as Grandma when I'm her age.

JIM-BOB: Can I be excused?
I'm meeting Tanya

at the bowling alley in Westham.

Alright, Son.

Where are you getting
all this gas for your car?

I got my sources.

Anybody got any messages
in case I meet Grandma

at the Bowling Alley?

(CAR APPROACHING)

Well, good morning, Elizabeth.

Hello.

That's a very nice color
you're putting on there.

You can hardly even see it.
Mama won't let me wear red yet.

I like the pink.

It reminds me
of shells I've seen

down along
the beach at low tide.

Elizabeth,

I get the feeling you
don't think very highly of me.

Grandma does.

Oh, I'd like it if you and I
could be friends as well.

Nobody's going to ever take
the place of my grandfather.

Is that what
you think I'm trying to do?

Honey, I'd be crazy ever to
think I could fill his shoes.

Why, he was the most
irreplaceable man

I ever met in my life.

There was nobody
who could out-talk, out-work,

or out-dance Zeb Walton.

I remember once I tried
to beat him in a foot race.

Now, I was pretty wiry and fast,

and I figured
I'd have an easy time of it.

Sure enough, I held
the lead all along,

Zeb just loping along behind me,

but the minute that finish line
came into sight, he shot ahead

like a hawk homing
in on a sparrow.

Oh, yeah.

I learned way early that

wherever there
was a finish line,

your grandpa
was likely to cross it first.

Grandma's inside.

Want me to tell her you're here?

Thanks, I know
where to find her.

Shells, huh?

Would you like to have me
help you open it?

Oh, no.

I'm hoping it will pave the way
for what I'm about to ask.

You've been very kind
letting me get to know

your family and how you live.

I'd like to return the favor.

Ask you to...

If I could take you to Richmond
tomorrow for the weekend.

No, it's
perfectly proper, Esther.

My housekeeper will see to that.

I'd like to show you my place,

introduce you
to some of my friends,

maybe take in a concert or two.

I'll have you home
safe and sound Sunday evening.

What do you say?

Okay.

Fine, fine.

You admired one of those
in a store window long ago.

I wanted to buy it for you then.

Do you remember?

I thought it might
make a nice keepsake.

(STAMMERING)

Now, now.
You don't have to thank me.

I'm just a sentimental old idiot
who hangs onto memories.

I'll be getting along now,
and I'll pick you up tomorrow.

And you be sure
and wear that new hat.

Bye.

That's right.
Alright. Bye now.

What is it, Son?
Another project?

I got a letter
from the Treasury Department,

Bureau of Alcohol, Firearms and
Tobacco. Something like that.

Go on.

"Dear Mr. Walton.
Regarding your inquiry

"about the distillation
of grain products

"into alcohol
capable of operating

personal vehicles
and small farm machinery,

"we have consulted with
two major petroleum companies

"and our own
research corporation.

"It is the unanimous
opinion of these experts

"that it is impossible to derive
a strong enough fuel

"to propel these vehicles

"from a distillation
of common grain mash."

It's signed by the
department head in Washington.

I knew it, I knew it.

A still is a still
and they can't see past that.

-I'm sorry, Son.
-Daddy, I've been thinking.

It isn't illegal
to make something

the government
says doesn't exist, is it?

No, I don't suppose it is.

Then why can't we keep
on making this non-existent fuel

so we won't
have to use the real stuff?

I've sent in the forms
so it's still registered proper.

Well, maybe you got
a point there, Son.

I don't understand all this.

Are we still partners?

You still get half of everything
we make. Which doesn't exist.

I wonder where I'll put my half.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I see Liv's
got you all packed, Ma.

You're going
to have yourself quite a time.

You deserve it.

We'll miss you, Ma,
but we'll be alright.

You know, I don't mind telling
you, I've been a little jealous

of the way Marcus has been
getting all your attention.

Not that I
blame you, Ma, it's just...

He's a fine looking gentleman,

I can see how
he'd turn a lady's head.

Ma, I don't know how
all this is going to turn out.

But I hope you're thinking
about what's best for you.

All your life, you've
taken care of other people.

Now maybe it's time
somebody took care of you.

Now, if you've got a chance
to be taken care of,

I hope you won't pass it up
on account of all of us.

Remember Pa always
wanted to take you to Richmond,

show you a fine time?
He'd be happy for you, Ma.

He shoot me!

Oh, he would not, Ma,
he'd be happy for you.

-Let's get you into bed.
-No.

-Sit up for a while longer?
-Yeah.

Now don't stay up late now.

You've got to get your
beauty rest.

Good night, Ma.

(DOOR CLOSING)

-Hi there, Jason!
-Good morning.

Grandma's around
the side of the house.

Where is her bag?
I'll put it in the car.

We tried to call this morning
but you'd already left.

She's changed
her mind about going.

Oh.

Hmm, it bloomed.

I'd call that
a promising sign, wouldn't you?

I understand you decided
to call off our date.

Any special reason?

"Dear Marcus,

"forgive me
for letting you down this way.

"I cannot go to Richmond with
you, not even for a weekend.

"My heart is here
on this mountain,

"and to let you think otherwise
would not be fair.

"I am grateful for the
friendship you've brought me,

"the affection,
hope, and laughter,

"but I am returning your gift.

"I remember that the day

"we first saw
a little egg like this one,

"you asked me to marry you

"and I had to tell you
I was going to marry Zeb.

"I know you have been lonely
since Gloria died.

"I've been lonely, too.

"Losing a husband or a wife

"leaves a blank space
in your life.

"But you can't fill it
with someone else

"just because you are lonely.

"That is not love.

"And love is what I believe
you were saying to me

"when you gave me
the little egg."

You were right, Esther.

Don't you believe
I can love you?

Yes.

Still Zeb?

Always.

Always.

Friends can be always, too.

JOHN-BOY: Marcus Dane
came to our home many times

as the years went by.

He always brought with him
a warm affection for all of us,

but especially
for my grandmother.

And they remained friends
for the rest of their lives.

(METALLIC RATTLING)

(COW MOOING)

JASON: What's the matter
with Chance?

MARY ELLEN: Ask Jim-Bob.

BEN: What's wrong
with Chance, Jim-Bob?

JIM-BOB: Well, I staked her out
in the south pasture today.

Only I forgot
about the alcohol still.

It's upstream and, uh...

ERIN: She's drunk
is what's wrong.

ELIZABETH: Good night, Chance.

(COW MOOING)