All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S06E04.The.Warrior.WEBRip.x264-ION10

You have penned your animals
on sacred ground.

You walk up the mountain,
see some writing on a stone

and tell me
to tear down my barn.

I came here to tell you

I'm sorry for what the whites
did to the Indians.

Before I met you, I didn't know
anything about the Indians.

I'd seen them in pictures
and books.

Scalping people and burning
their houses.

Daddy! Daddy! Wake up,
everybody! The barn's on fire!

JOHN-BOY: Most of us tend
to be convinced

of the rightness of our
heritage,

our traditions, our way of life
until some event happens

that shakes our deepest beliefs
to their foundations.

On a day in 1939, two strangers
came to our mountain.

As a consequence
of their visit,

we were to learn that others
had roots there

which reached
deeper than our own.

(BLEATING)

I think she's sick, Daddy.
She won't even get up to eat.

She hasn't been eating much
lately, huh?

No. Not much of an appetite.

Could be a touch of arthritis,
honey. Maybe an infection.

If she's not better by tomorrow,
we'll call Doc Culler.

Something I can do for you?

We need a place
to spend the night.

Uh-huh.

Any chance you'd let us
sleep in your barn?

-Where you folks from?
-North Carolina.

Just passing through?

Oh, we'll be on our way
in the morning.

Make yourselves comfortable.

-I'm Matthew Teskigi.
-John Walton.

This is my grandfather,
Joseph Teskigi.

Nice to meet you.

This is my daughter, Elizabeth.

-Are you really an Indian?
-Really.

(BLEATING)

Something's wrong with her.
Her name's Myrtle.

Could be bloat.

That's what I thought,
but there's no swelling.

It doesn't always show.

Think you can make her well
again, sir?

We will try.

Daddy? Elizabeth?
Mama says supper's ready.

We'll be right in, son.

-Could we invite them to supper?
-I guess we can handle that.

You men like to have supper
with us?

Oh, we have our own food.
We don't want to be any bother.

We know you have your own food,

but Mama thought
you might like something warm.

You did not have to do it,
but thank you just the same.

Why don't you bring the grain
sack over here?

We can use it like a table.

Great, honored spirit, giver of
all life,

thank you for this nourishment
and for kind friends.

Amen.

It's a pretty cup.

I had this since I was six.

Made and given to me
by my mother.

That's me there.

It must be awfully old.

I never did care
for goat's milk,

which was
all we had to drink.

To get me to drink it,

my mother made me
this special cup.

She told me
if I did not drink the milk,

I would always
stay this size

and never grow
as tall as my father.

Was your father tall?

I was told he was.
I never really saw him.

He died when I was a baby.

Have you been sleeping out
on the ground?

Yes, but I'd rather have
a nice soft bed.

Grandfather says I'm soft.

Even at home
he always sleeps on the floor.

The old ways are healthier.

ELIZABETH: You know much
about the old ways?

Do you think you could
get Myrtle better again?

I'm not sure. I can try.

-What you need is goldenseal.
-I know where there's some.

We'll look for it
in the morning.

Goodnight, everybody.

-GRANDPA: Where are you off to?
-The Dew Drop Inn.

Oh, yes. Well, give my love
to Thelma.

Alright.

(GRANDPA CHUCKLING)

Hey. I thought you said
them Indians

was over there
in the barn.

JOHN: I thought they were.

Everything alright?

My grandfather
just wanted to look around.

Why don't you come up
and sit a while?

Ben, move on down there,
will you, son?

This is my father.
This is Mr. Teskigi.

Mr. Walton. My son, Ben.

-Good evening.
-JOHN: Have a seat, Mr. Teskigi.

And this is his grandson,
Matthew.

-Matthew.
-Hi.

-Hi.
-Hi.

GRANDPA: Have you seen our farm,
Mr. Teskigi?

GRANDFATHER JOSEPH: It is good
land.

Are you a farmer, Mr. Teskigi?

I have a very small farm.
We are poor people.

We know something
about that around here.

Mmm.

You are of
the Cherokee tribe, hmm?

I am.

GRANDPA: Oh, the Cherokees once
lived all over the Appalachians

and they were driven west.

I've always heard the Cherokees
were great hunters.

Do you ever use a bow and arrow?

Grandfather taught me
when I was a little boy.

-Did you ever hit anything?
-The side of our barn.

(LAUGHING)

Our people were good hunters.
They were also very intelligent.

They were the first Indians
to have a written alphabet.

A great leader named Sequoya
invented it.

Sounds like those big trees
they have out in California.

-They were named in his honor.
-Sequoia giganteum.

And I read that in 1827

the Cherokees published
a newspaper.

We did that last year.

You and your grandson have come
a long way. Must be a reason.

I was born in this part
of the country.

I have good reason to believe

our sacred burial ground
is on the mountain.

How you gonna find it?

My people left directions on a
great stone.

-Do you know where the stone is?
-Somewhere in the mountains.

How are you gonna find it?

There is a scar on
the mountainside

shaped like an arrow.

Framed between two pines,

it points the way
to a circle of stones.

There is written the way
to the burial ground.

Indian Rock.

-Is it far from here?
-Not far. Not far at all.

Just up the side
of our mountain.

Will you show it to us?

Would be glad to in the morning
when it's light.

You said we were gonna
go look for the goldenseal.

If you made a promise, keep it.

You go with the child
and I'll go up to the mountain.

I will see you all
in the morning, sir.

Goodnight to all.

ALL: Goodnight.

GRANDFATHER JOSEPH:
Slow down, young man.

GRANDPA: (CHUCKLING)
Been a long time

since anybody
said anything like that to me.

GRANDFATHER JOSEPH: I'm old
enough to be your father.

-Have a little respect for age.
-Yes, sir.

Any of this land around here
familiar to you?

I was an infant when our people
left here,

but I was told that the land
gave of itself...

-Yes.
-...and that game was plentiful.

Yes, there's still plenty of
game all around here.

Well, we've lived through
a war and the Depression

by living off the land.

-You have had many wives?
-Only one. And you?

Oh, I have outlived four wives.

(CHUCKLING) Let's rest.

The first I married
when I was 17.

It was an adventure.

Since we did not marry
in our own tribe,

it was arranged
that I was supposed to marry

a girl in another reservation.

Only twice did I leave
the reservation.

This time, now,
and that other time

when I went to take my bride.

Facing marriage
is frightening enough,

but it didn't help when,
at that same time,

I had to face the outside world.

I was brave when I left home.

But on the way, I came to the
first city I have ever seen.

I remember seeing
a young couple.

The girl was looking
adoringly at the man

who wore his hair short.

My hair fell past my shoulders.

It struck me that if I wore
my hair as short as his

that my intended bride

could look at me
with the same favorable look.

Adoration.

(LAUGHING)

The first barber turned me away

saying that they served
whites only.

The second, a shop
run by a negro,

took me in
and cut my hair.

When I got to the reservation
where my intended wife waited,

all the men
in the family laughed

and said that I didn't look
like a real Indian.

I thought I'd lost the young
woman's hand,

but when she came closer and
noticed the scent in the lotion

that the barber
had put on my hair,

she found it
to her liking.

To this day,
instead of bear grease,

I dress my hair with a potion
called witch hazel.

(LAUGHING) Witch hazel,
I know it well.

-Find some?
-Not it.

(ELIZABETH SIGHING)

-Do you live in a tepee?
-No, I live in a house.

-Like ours?
-Not as big. Not as nice.

Where is it?

On a reservation
in North Carolina.

What's that?

Probably someone kin
to me made this.

When my people still owned
all the land,

we were free to hunt and fish
and live however we wanted to.

Can't you still?

As long as we stay
on the reservation.

Well, we're almost there.

The Indian Rock. I hope
you won't be too disappointed.

I've lived here all my life

and I've never seen
an Indian burial ground.

I have faith
in our tribal legends.

I would like to go on alone.

She doesn't seem to be getting
any better.

I agree with you, Elizabeth.
No, she don't.

We couldn't find the goldenseal.

Goldenseal? There's a lot of it.

There's a big patch of it
right halfway up the mountain.

-Elizabeth knows where it is.
-Someone dug it all up.

Well, that was a dumb thing
to do, as you might say.

I have found our burial ground.

Where is it?

It is here under your barn.

-Is that so?
-Grandfather, are you sure?

You mean there are people
underneath our barn,

dead people?

My ancestors.

The writing on the stone
leaves no question.

Well, now that puts us in sort
of an awkward position,

don't it, John?

This building must be torn down.

-Oh, now, come on.
-It must be done.

You have penned your animals
on sacred ground.

-The ground has been desecrated.
-Now, wait just a minute.

You walk up the mountain and see
some writing on a stone

and come here and tell me
to tear down my barn? Like hell!

-The ground must be purified.
-Now, you listen to me.

I'm not gonna tear down this
barn for you or anybody else.

This is crazy.

There was nothing on this land
when my pa came here.

There was a burial ground here.

How was he supposed
to know that?

There was no cemetery here,
no tombstones, no grave!

Take it easy, John.
We can work things out some way.

-We can tear down this barn.
-No.

-Yes!
-No!

Then we will find another way.

Now, listen here, I told
you two, you could stay,

but I've changed my mind.
I want you to leave.

He's right, Grandfather.
We should go.

John, I think
you're being too hasty.

I'm not being hasty. This barn's
as much yours as it's mine.

You put it up plank by plank.
You wanna see it torn down?

-Daddy, listen to Grandpa.
-Let's go home, Grandfather.

No. Let us sit down and talk
over this thing

until we find a solution.

-We can tear down the barn.
-I told you to leave!

Come on, Grandfather, let's go.

John, we ought to look
into what he's saying.

Look into what?
He's not willing to talk.

He doesn't wanna
and talk about this.

GRANDPA: There was nothing here
maybe a pile of rocks.

He wants to do is tear it down.
No use talking.

I know. We could listen
to what he says anyway...

(BOTH ARGUING)

JIM-BOB: Grandpa, isn't there
something we could do for him?

What are we supposed to do?
Tear down the barn?

There's probably a bunch
of old bones under.

Jim-Bob, don't talk about bones.

This thing is creepy enough
as it is.

ELIZABETH: Is the land
really theirs, Grandpa?

The land was theirs once.
Now it's ours.

-Well, who says it's ours?
-I do.

Elizabeth, that's a big
question.

People been trying to answer
that for hundreds of years.

There's probably a million
ghosts out there.

They all come out at night
and do a war dance.

(WHOOPING)

Jim-Bob, sometimes
you are so juvenile.

Yeah, I guess.

Let's put it this way,
Elizabeth.

Suppose some people
with different colored skins

is to come here and say
they wanted our place

and told us to get off of it?

-ELIZABETH: Could they do that?
-But that's never gonna happen.

Daddy, that's what we did
to the Indians.

This is our land
and it's gonna stay our land.

It's been a long day. Now,
come on, off to bed. Come on.

-Goodnight, honey.
-Goodnight.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight.

John, I had a long walk
with that old man this morning

and I think I know
what's in his heart.

Tearing down our barn
is what's in his heart.

Well, maybe, but I think I know
what's most important to him.

He wants to know that when
he crosses over into eternity

that he can be buried
where his people are.

I know that feeling real well.

I wanna be buried right up here
on Walton's Mountain.

Only I'm a lot younger than he
is, and will last longer maybe.

I understand all that, Pa.

You say you want
our barn torn down?

No, I'm just saying
it takes one old man

to understand
another old man.

Pa, we usually we see
eye to eye on most things.

How come we're on the opposite
sides of the fence in this?

Yeah, it's just so sad.
Just think, all they've lost.

We weren't the ones
that did it.

Weren't we?

You can't turn back history.

Always the white man
has shamed us.

The Waltons were nice to us.

Don't be so quick
to excuse them.

These are your ancestors
sleeping under cow dung.

If the white man hadn't come,

this land would've been
all yours now,

and I didn't have to walk
all the way

from North Carolina
to find a place to die.

-Let's go home, Grandfather.
-This mountain is my home.

Grandfather,
what are you saying?

The white man has told me
where to live.

I will not let him tell me
where to die.

Daddy! Daddy! Wake up,
everybody! The barn's on fire!

Get Myrtle out of here!
Get her out now!

Come on, get the buckets!
Somebody get the hose! Come on!

Myrtle. Where's Myrtle?

Myrtle!

(BLEATING)

Come on, get out of here.
I'll deal with you later.

Come on, Pa,
bring those buckets over here!

Here, Daddy!

Hey, Ben!

ERIN: Watch out!

(GASPS)

JOHN: Hurry, more water!

Good girl! Good girl!

(JOHN GROANING)

I think we've put it out.

(COUGHING)

Well, we're gonna have to
rebuild these walls.

JASON: Good thing
the animals got out.

JOHN: Lucky it didn't reach
the house.

-You alright, Elizabeth?
-I'm scared.

It's over now.

Did you start the fire?

(GRANDFATHER JOSEPH
SPEAKING CHEROKEE)

(SPEAKING CHEROKEE)

I have done it.

Old man, get off this place

before I do something
I'll be sorry for.

The sacred ground
must be purified with fire.

Next time I will not fail.

Jason, get the Sheriff.

(SIGHING)

-Grandpa?
-Uh-huh?

Why aren't you working
on the barn?

Sheriff says to leave it
for evidence.

Want some help?

Yes, I always could use
some help from you.

Just hold this nail... No, you
hold the board while I nail it.

What's gonna happen
to Mr. Teskigi?

He's in jail, and he's likely
to stay there for a while.

It's our fault, isn't it?

No, that old man got himself
into that fix he's in.

-Yeah, but it's because of us.
-No.

It's because of something
that happened

years and years
before we was even born.

Still, I'd like to say
I'm sorry.

Elizabeth, you mustn't go around
blaming yourself for something

that happened so many years ago
and that you couldn't help.

But I know your feeling, though.

I've been having some of
the same kind of feeling

all this morning.

(SIGHING)

Fence mended.

I hear you're looking
for me, Ep.

(CHUCKLING) Yeah.

-What have I done this time?
-Oh, I tell you, Judge,

I'd have to think twice,

maybe three times
before I arrested you.

Now, what's this about you
locking up some old Indian?

No respect for age?

Yeah, then I guess you heard
about John Walton's barn.

Mmm-hmm. You...
You think the man's guilty?

Oh, he admits it, Judge.

In fact, he claims next time
he's gonna burn her

all the way to the ground.

Hmm.

What are we...
What are we gonna do with him?

Well, Judge, it's up to you.

Yeah.

Jim-Bob, I need
a ride to Rockfish.

-What for?
-It's personal.

Well, next time I'm going over
there, I'll give you a ride.

This has to be today.

Elizabeth, I'm not running
a taxi service.

If you were,
how much would you charge?

-How much do you have?
-A quarter.

-That's not enough.
-I did some sewing for Erin.

When she gets paid,

she's gonna give me
a dime. Thirty-five cents?

Still not enough.

Alright, 50 cents, but I don't
know how I'm gonna get it.

50 cents is enough to pay
for that inner tube

they've been holding for me
at the junk shop.

Okay, Elizabeth,
you got yourself a taxi service.

(HORN HONKING)

Well, morning, Miss Elizabeth.

I have to see Mr. Teskigi.

Yeah? What do you wanna
see him for?

-I have to talk to him.
-Oh.

-Your folks know you're here?
-Jim-Bob brought me.

You haven't got any concealed
weapons or any hacksaws

to help him escape, have you?

-No, sir.
-Sure.

Come on.

Chief, you got company.

I'm sorry you're in jail.

Me, too.

I thought you might
like a visitor.

Thank you.

It cost me 50 cents
to come over here.

I've been
in Sheriff Bridges' office,

but I've never been
back here. It's awful.

I came here to tell you
I'm sorry

for what the whites did
to the Indians.

Before I met you, I didn't know
anything about the Indians.

I'd seen them in pictures
in books and in the movies,

but they were always
on the warpath,

scalping people and burning
their houses.

But you're not like that.
You're real people just like us.

Your skin isn't even red.

It's tan like we get
in the summertime.

I'm afraid you don't know
what I'm trying to say.

In our legends,

it is told at one time all
things living were in the sky.

They lived on sky rock, and this
was before the world was made.

All the animals could talk to
man and man understood them.

Then man dishonored
the privilege

and he was stricken deaf

from the talk
of the animals and birds.

The Great One over the sky rock

punished man so that he could
only understand his own kind.

And most tragically today,

man cannot always
understand man.

Now, Mr. Teskigi,
this is not a formal hearing.

You have caused
considerable anguish

to a citizen of this county
by trying to burn his barn down.

Now, frankly, I don't know
what to do with you,

but maybe by the end of this
hearing we will.

We've asked Mr. Cross
to step in here

to look out for your interests.

Mr. Cross, do you have any
statement to make at this time?

Well, I've met with Mr. Teskigi,
Your Honor,

and I'm sorry to say he's been
completely uncommunicative.

-You mean he won't talk to you?
-That's right, sir.

Do you have anything to say,
Mr. Walton?

The harm's already been done,
Your Honor.

I'd just like to make sure

he doesn't come around
my place anymore.

Well, sounds reasonable to me.

How does that sound to you,
Mr. Teskigi?

The ground must be purified.

JUDGE: Well, surely not at the
cost of John Walton's barn.

It must be done.

No, Mr. Teskigi,
it must not be done.

We here in Virginia are tolerant

of a good many intrusions
on our way of life,

but barn burning
is savage and reprehensible,

and we cannot and will not
allow that to happen.

May I remind you that
your actions are no different

than when the settlers
first came here

and your forbearers
pillaged and burned

and went on the warpath,
burning and killing at will.

I was told by a young friend
this morning

that she had found me
to be a human being.

This came to her
as some surprise

because of the way
she was taught.

Only she seems to be aware
that I am not a savage,

nor were my ancestors.

I am 101 years old.
I will not live many more years.

Go on, Mr. Teskigi.

When I was an infant, the white
settlers came to Cherokee land,

a land rich in forest and game.

The white man decided
he wanted those lands.

Laws were made
forcing the Indians to leave.

Soldiers were sent against us,

and my people were forced
at gunpoint

to leave their land
and their homes.

They were forced to march
thousands of miles

through forest and rivers

to resettle in a place
called Oklahoma.

Though many dropped
with hunger and exhaustion,

the march never stopped.

Those that could not keep up,

the old, the sick, the women
with children,

were left to die
beside the trail.

Seventeen thousand Cherokees
started that march.

Four thousand died
along the way.

They called it
the Trail of Tears.

You did not go on that march,
Mr. Teskigi.

A handful of people from my
tribe escaped into the hills.

I was carried there
in the arms of my mother.

My father was forced
to join the march.

We never saw him again.

I remember nothing of this,
but it is part of me.

I know that the bones
of many of my ancestors

lie thousands of miles away
along that trail.

My own father lies forever
in some distant forest,

unburied, un-mourned.

It is the belief
of the Cherokee

that for his spirit
to rest in peace,

he must be buried
in sacred ground.

When my days on this earth
are ended,

I would go to my death
with a peaceful heart

if my bones could lie

with those of my ancestors
in sacred ground.

Mr. Walton, I'm sorry.

Is he dead?

I don't think so.

(MYRTLE BLEATING)

Thought I'd put her out
in the sun here.

She doesn't seem
to be getting much better.

Just have to wait
and hope, honey.

-You alright?
-I don't know.

So many sad things
have been happening.

I'll probably never see
Matthew again.

Probably not.

When his grandfather
gets better,

they'll probably send him
back to North Carolina.

Grandpa, do you think
they're really here?

Who's here?

-The Indian graves.
-Maybe. Maybe not.

If they are here, their bones
won't be any different

than the bones buried up there
on Walton's Mountain,

our own ancestors.

They've just been here
a mite longer though maybe.

There's only one way
to find out.

(GRANDPA CHUCKLES)

(GRUNTING)

Pa, what are you doing?

I'm just satisfying
an old man's curiosity.

Well, when your curiosity
is satisfied, Pa,

there's work to be done
in the mill.

Grandpa, look!

(EXCLAIMS)

This shows that
there was Indians

around here on this very spot.

Some of their pottery.

Doesn't prove
it's their burial ground.

GRANDPA: Here.

Skull!

Grandfather Joseph was right.

This is their Indian
burial ground.

-Burial ground?
-Yes, and this proves it.

Erin, we found a skull.

Sheriff Bridges called me
at the switchboard.

Mr. Teskigi died.

You gonna sit up all night?

(SIGHING)

I'll be along, Liv.

You didn't cause
that old man's death.

I don't know.

He was over 100 years old.

I've been thinking that...

I've been thinking about
that day I chased him away.

Him claiming he was gonna
tear down our barn,

me losing my temper, Pa
trying to find a middle ground.

Maybe if I'd listened to the
old man, he'd be alive today.

Stop blaming yourself.

He was right, Liv.
This is their burial ground.

Pa found a lot more bones
in that hole he started.

If you'd known that then,

would you have torn down
the barn?

I don't know.

(BLEATING)

What's the matter?

Someone's in the barn.

(JOHN GRUNTING)

Grandpa!

What the thunder
is going on, Livie?

There's somebody in the barn.
John's out there now.

I'd better go, too.

Oh, no!

Pa, douse the fire!

Thought you'd finish
the job, huh?

I came back to treat Myrtle.

MATTHEW: I found the root in the
woods. I made a fire to boil it.

Goldenseal.

The goat is better now.

I will go and I won't trouble
you ever again.

Hold on.

Your grandfather was right about
the burial ground. It's here.

GRANDPA: I built this barn
with my own hands

when I was a young man.
If I'd had known...

This was your sacred ground.
We're sorry.

I understand.

Every burial ground begins
with a single grave,

a single loved one.

Up on Walton's Mountain,

there's an unspoiled ridge
near the Indian Rock.

We can begin a burial ground
there if you like.

Pa, you wanna say something?

We have come here today
for a solemn purpose.

We're here to grant
Matthew Teskigi the right

to this plot of land in the hope
it will serve as

a fitting resting place
for his grandfather.

Father Sun, Mother Moon,
and your children, the stars,

I ask blessings on this
mountain.

Let it be
from this time forward

an honored
Cherokee burial grounds.

May its sheltering soil

give comfort to those
who come here to rest

before that last great journey
to the unknown.

Hallowed land,
earth of my ancestors,

receive my grandfather.

I return him once more
to your lasting embrace.

JOHN-BOY: Who owns the land?
Only the land knows.

We mortals are passersby

and our lives are but
a brief moment

in the great span
of time and space.

We are born,
we live out our lives,

and most of us do
the best we can with it.

But the wind is forever,

and the rivers flow forever
to the sea,

and all the seasons
of the weathers

will come and go
after we are gone,

but the earth endures.
The earth is eternal.

-Grandpa?
-Yes, Elizabeth?

When Indians die, do they go
to the same heaven as we do?

Very definitely, yes.

-Grandpa?
-Yes?

If you get there ahead of me,

will you look up
Grandfather Joseph?

I certainly will.

ELIZABETH: Just tell him
Myrtle and me

will be along
one day.

-(CHUCKLING) I'll do that.
-Thank you.

-Goodnight, Elizabeth.
-Goodnight.