All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S09E01.The.Outrage.Part.1.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Hold it!

Don't I know you from somewhere?

You want coffee,
you better ask for it yourself.

-What's going on around here?
-Ain't no concern of yours.

Well, I'm making it my concern.

That's the way
it is here, mister.

I don't know
who you are, mister,

but I'm the law around here. I'm
telling you to clear out, fast.

Now, if the law allows this kind
of thing, it stinks!

Come on, Harley,
let's get out of this cesspool.

What was this Leroy fellow
supposed to be in prison for?

It was murder.
He killed a white man.

If you start running, they're
gonna think you're the man,

they're gonna come after you.

A 24-hour start, John.
That's all I ask.

I gotta pick him up and turn him
over to the proper authorities.

You wouldn't be hiding him,
would ya?

He was railroaded, I can prove
it. I just need a little time.

You can't put yourself above the
law, that's what you're trying.

We're on to something,
Ep, I'm telling you!

You're gonna have to
answer to the law yourself.

JOHN-BOY:
By the spring of 1945,

there were no young men
left on Walton's Mountain.

But with the Allied Forces
close to victory in Europe,

hope grew that soon
they would be returning home.

The cost of defending our
freedoms ran high.

And in our patriotic fervor,
we sometimes failed to realize

that those freedoms were too
often not evenly distributed.

How'd you learn to tie knot like
that? In the Boy Scouts?

The Boy Scouts kind of passed
over my neighborhood,

but I did a little hitch in that
other war in the Navy.

-See any action?
-Down in the galley mostly.

Franklin Delano Roosevelt was
the Secretary of the Navy then.

I've always been proud
to say I served under him.

He's over in these parts, over
Warm Springs, Georgia.

Taking a rest.

Only rest any of us are going
to get is when this war is over.

Harley, you forgot your lunch.

-Morning, John.
-Morning, Verdie.

That's the second time this week
you've forgotten it.

Don't you think
I've got better things to do

than go chasing
around after you?

Like what? Now, that's how you
got me in the first place.

And I'd do it all over again.

(GIGGLING)

Come on, sailor,
we got work to do.

-Hot coffee, John. Harley.
-Thank you, Rose.

You two have a good trip,
you hear?

Thank you, Rose.
Don't wait supper, now.

I tell you, without the boys
to help him, having Harley here

has made all the difference
in the world to John.

Oh, it's everybody
working together

that's got us ahead in this war.

Oh, I think peace is just around
the corner, I'm sure of it.

-Families together again.
-Oh, that'll be a nice feeling.

Rose, what do you hear
from Jeffrey and Serena?

Well, they're happy to be back
with their father.

Oh, it's for the best.

He has a nice new wife, to help
him get straightened out.

Elizabeth, how come
you stood me up?

What?

I've been waiting
for you over at the bridge.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I forgot all about it.

-Whose horses are these?
-They're ours.

Mr. Luke Bridgewater
owed Daddy some money

and so instead
he offered him the horses.

The mare is Molly
and the foal is Pepper.

Yeah, they look
like pretty good stock.

Daddy's going to sell the foal
soon as he's old enough,

but I get to keep the mare.

Oh, yeah? You always did want
your own horse, huh?

Isn't she pretty?

We get to ride all day Saturday
and after school.

-We? I don't have a horse.
-Oh, I meant me and Molly.

Oh. Where's your books? We're
going to be late for school.

Oh, you better go on without me,
I still gotta water them.

-Oh, I don't mind waiting.
-That's okay.

-Well, I'll see you later then?
-Bye-bye.

(HORSE NEIGHS)

Guess the old buggy's
overheating again.

I better change the fan belt.
Why don't you fill the Thermos?

Alright.

Where you had them Krauts
working today, Jimmie?

Cutting timber up on the ridge.

I've got to get them back
to the POW camp tonight.

-They good workers?
-Ooh! They better be.

The way the war is going, they
know they're well out of it.

(CHUCKLING)

I'd be much obliged
if I could buy some coffee.

We're out of coffee.

SERVER: You must be
a stranger around here.

Yeah, I'm just passing through.

Then you just keep on passing.

I won't be sitting
at your counter

I just want some coffee to go.

Get moving, boy.

JIMMIE: This here
is government business.

German POW work gang

and we don't want any trouble
from the likes of you.

Now, you hear me, boy?

I'll get moving, alright.
But I'm not your boy.

Hold it! Don't I know you
from somewhere?

You want coffee,
you better ask for it yourself.

-What's going on around here?
-Ain't no concern of yours.

Well, I'm making it my concern.

You mean to say, you'd serve
this here bunch of Nazis,

you won't serve this man?

-That's the way it is here, sir.
-Well, that ain't right.

This man fought in the last war.
He's got a son in the Pacific.

-John, it's not important.
-Hell, it's not important!

Hey, I don't know
who you are, mister,

but I'm the law around here.

I'm telling you
to clear out, fast.

Now, if the law allows this kind
of thing, it stinks!

Easy, John.

Come on, Harley,
let's get out of this cesspool.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Harley. I knew that was it.

(CHANCE MOOING)

Mary Ellen,
what's wrong with Chance?

ERIN: Cindy, what are you doing?

Trying to learn
how to milk a cow.

I can't figure out
how it starts or stops.

Isn't Easy Jackson
supposed to do that?

Oh, he came by today
to pick up his pay

and then he said
he's going on vacation.

Easy was born on vacation.

He wasn't much, but at least he
was someone to help around here.

-What are we gonna do?
-I'll tell you what we're not.

And that's bother Daddy
with this right now.

-We're gonna manage.
-No, Cindy, we'll manage.

-Wait!
-Get up, here, take this.

Chance and I were starting to
get to know how to do this.

She'll hold still if you give
her something to eat.

ERIN: Mary Ellen, you and I'll
have to split the chores.

You do the feed and I'll do the
milking, we'll share the rest.

Look, both you guys have jobs.

Why can't I be
the hired lady around here?

Because you have
a baby to take care of,

and you're too pretty to walk
around smelling like a barn.

You also didn't grow up
in the country like we did.

I'm going to be in the kitchen
helping Rose get dinner.

(SIGHS)

We'll be in as soon
as we finish here.

ROOSEVELT: And this is no call
for charity.

This is our chance
to serve those who serve us.

As their Commander-in-Chief,

I call upon you,
my fellow Americans,

to oversubscribe
the 1945 Red Cross War Fund.

We cannot give too much

to those who have given us the
heroic hazard of their lives.

ANNOUNCER: You have been
listening to the voice

of President
Franklin Delano Roosevelt.

And now, the Armed Forces
Radio Service

brings you your
favorite music from home.

(I'LL BE SEEING YOU PLAYING ON
RADIO)

I'll Be Seeing You.
It's our song. Cindy's and mine.

Reminds me of the most romantic
night in my life.

At ease, men, and listen good.

This outfit might be shipping
out at any time

for a combat zone.

From now on, you will keep your
weapons within reach

and your helmets on your heads
while working.

Even at KP, Chief?

You look pretty stupid
just as you are, Walton.

You'd look even worse
with a hole in your head.

Remember, stay alert,

so you can stay alive.

Jones, Thompson,
you two come with me.

Norman, you and Walton
get your gear

and head back to that barracks
job you were on yesterday.

He's not human.

Forget it, Ben, let's hear
some more of that song.

(SIGHS)

(SONG CONTINUES ON RADIO)

I finished my letter to Jason.

Are you finished
with yours to John-Boy?

Oh, in just a second.

Don't tell him about Molly.
I want to do that.

(CHUCKLING) There you go.

-Are you ready for Jim-Bob?
-I already did Jim-Bob.

No, that was Jason.

These round-robin letters
are making me dizzy.

Be sure you get them all
in the right envelopes!

Well, I've already addressed
the envelopes.

There's one to
Sergeant John Walton, Junior,

and that will go to Paris.

Jason Walton, somewhere
in France, we think.

Ben Walton, with the Seabees
in the South Pacific.

And Corporal James Robert
Walton, Langley Field, Virginia.

All accounted for.

I'm surprised Cindy didn't
want to be a part of this.

I think she's mad at us 'cause
we won't let her do any chores.

-She can have mine.
-You stay out of this.

She's too delicate
to be doing heavy work.

Well, that's not all. Cindy's
very sensitive.

You have to be tough
to do farm chores.

Besides, we promised Ben
we'd look after her.

He'd never forgive us
if we had her slopping pigs.

Well, I'd like to see you
try and stop her

if she takes the notion
to pitch in.

We're just going to have
to strong-arm her

and you're going to help.

(EXCLAIMS)

Well, Lord have mercy. I pity
the poor fellows

that have to come home
to the likes of you two.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, it certainly looks like

it's going to be a nice
sun-shiny spring day.

I hope we get some deliveries
in. We getting low on stuff.

Corabeth, you're putting nickels
in where the quarters go, there.

Mr. Godsey,

I think I am having a vision.

And you've got dimes
in with the pennies there.

This article says that there is
to be a post-war economic boom,

the likes of which
this country has never seen.

Soldiers will be coming home
with their mustering-out pay.

Industry will be converting
to peacetime uses.

And new houses will be
built across the land.

And real-estate prices

will soar, Mr. Godsey, soar!

Well, that's fine, but what am I
supposed to do for change?

But don't you see?
That is my vision!

I shall be the Jeanne d'Arc
of the real-estate business.

Get burned at the stake.

Just like you did
when you opened

the dancing school
and the beauty parlor

and the hat store here
and the tea parlor.

They were all disasters!

It's not the same thing at all.
This is entirely different.

It's different? I'll tell you
what's different. It's women.

You just don't know
your place in the world.

Look, you know how long that
button has been missing?

Oh, please. My time
is extremely valuable.

Oh, yeah, your time is valuable.
You're busy being Joan of Arc,

while I'm walking around
with holes in my socks

and I'm having
canned tomato soup for supper.

Why aren't women
like they used to be?

Oh! You mean drones,
galley slaves,

poor silly creatures
who devote themselves to men

and then are tossed
aside ever so lightly?

No. No.

They got to be warm and caring

like my mother used to be.

I can remember coming
home after school.

And my mother would
always have a platter

of homemade
peanut butter cookies

and she'd have
a cold pitcher of milk for me,

and I could smell the baked
bread coming out of the oven.

We didn't have much,

but my mother made a real home
out of it, a real home.

Why, Mr. Godsey

you've never expressed these
ideas to me before.

Well, I guess
I just always thought

I'd come home to the smell
of baked bread.

But I guess those days are gone
forever and ever.

Well.

Think we'll ever get around
to finishing this office?

You stop coming around to play
cribbage, I might just do that.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm not here for cribbage
today, John.

-Is Harley around?
-No.

Joe Murdock had some timber to
cut. Harley went with him.

Yeah.

Say, did you two
get into some kind of fracas

yesterday at a place called
the Elite Cafe?

How'd you hear about that?

I got a call from a deputy
who was there.

Said he recognized Harley and
asked me to come check him out.

That two-bit deputy
was mad at me.

He's trying to take it out
on Harley.

Wait, John. He was a guard
on a road gang some years back.

He claims that Harley Foster's
real name is Leroy Harley,

and he's a convict who escaped
about eight years ago

and never been caught.

-You believe that?
-Well, of course not.

I could settle it real quick

if I knew a little
more about Harley.

Where he's from, what he was
doing around that time.

Harley was born in Florida,
he grew up in Simpson County.

He served in the war, wandered
around during the Depression,

he come here, he married Verdie.
You know Harley!

Yeah.

Well, I'll check it out.

I'll tell that deputy
he's got the wrong man.

Tell him to go to hell
for me, will you?

Oh, I'll give him your best.

Oh, look, John,

I'd like to settle all this

and not let Harley know
anything about it.

-Okay?
-Alright.

I'll get back in a day or two,

maybe we can squeeze
in a game of cribbage?

Guess I'm about four games
ahead of you, ain't I?

I hope you're a better sheriff
than a cribbage player.

I'm the one
who's four games ahead.

-Hey, Ep.
-Yeah?

What was this Leroy fellow
supposed to be in prison for?

It was murder.
He killed a white man.

Cindy!

Whoa there, Cindy.

You're going to break your back
with that old hoe.

Oh, that's okay.
I need the exercise.

Then why don't you
bundle Virginia up

and take her for a long walk?

(CHUCKLING) Virginia's taking
a nap.

I think it would be a good
if you joined her

and keep your young skin
out of this sun.

Rose, it's 11:00 in the morning.
I can't sleep now.

Forty winks a day keep the
wrinkles away! Now you scoot.

Here, go ahead, dear.

(SIGHS)

Oh, I guess I'll go write Ben.

Here, ho. That's a good girl.

Elizabeth, telephone. It's Drew.

I can't talk to him now.

It's the second time
he's called.

Tell him I'll call back.
I can't talk to him.

If you say so.

(IKE GARGLING)

What's that?

It is a letter, Mr. Godsey.
Why don't you open it?

Is it from you?

Now, Mr. Godsey, who else leaves
letters on your pillow?

You know, the last time
you left me a note,

you told me you were leaving me.

You're not leaving me,
are you, Corabeth?

Why don't you open it? I think
you will find it enlightening.

"Dearest, Ike, I feel I have
failed you as a wife."

-Corabeth, that's not true.
-Read on.

"I cannot continue as assistant
manager of Godsey's Mercantile

"and do full justice
to my domestic responsibilities.

"Consequently, I hereby tender
my resignation from the store."

Are you serious?

The words, Mr. Godsey,
the words.

"From this moment on,

I shall first of all
be your devoted wife."

Have you thought this over
carefully?

Ever since you opened my eyes
to your true needs.

I shall darn your socks,
sew on your buttons,

mend your shirts
and fill the house

with the aroma
of freshly baked bread.

But, Corabeth, who's going
to help me run the store?

Oh, Mr. Godsey!

Now, you took care of the store
long before I came along.

Don't you see? This is the
beginning of a new era for us.

Now, you must get into bed
and rest.

You've had a very hard day.

I shall return au naturel.

Now, Corabeth, you know I don't
understand French.

You won't need to, Mr. Godsey.

(BIDS FAREWELL IN FRENCH)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Stars and Stripes.
Sergeant Walton.

Yes, Captain, I appreciate your
calling back.

Did you find out anything?

Not a trace? Are you sure?

Yes, sir, that's the right name.

Walton, Jason W., Sergeant,
Infantry.

Well, thank you for trying.

No, he's my brother.

He's over here somewhere and I'm
trying to get in touch with him.

If you find out anything,
will you let me know?

Thank you, sir.

-Where are we?
-Somewhere south of Paris.

You mean we went through Paris
and I was asleep?

Not much to see, it was dark.

My brother is stationed there.

Sorry, Sergeant. Didn't see
anyone out to meet us.

Must not have known
you were coming.

Well.

Got a critter raiding your
chickens, John?

Just the opposite.

I got a rooster
who wants to see the world.

Every time I patch one hole,
he makes another.

Sounds like my business.
Is Harley back yet?

What's up?

Well, John,

they never heard
of him in Florida.

Think I'd better go on over
there, see if he's home.

-I'll go with you.
-Suit yourself.

What you planning on
growing in here, anyway?

I saw some wild geraniums over
at the old Montgomery cabin,

I figured they should do their
blooming in our window box,

so we can all enjoy them.

I ain't never seen no woman
carry on so

about flowers the way you do.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

-Harley, Verdie.
-Hello.

Something we can do
for you, gentlemen?

Well, I hate to bother
you folks like this.

I'm going to have to ask you
a few questions, Harley.

Honey, why don't you go inside
and fix our guests some coffee?

Whatever it is,
I want to be here.

Alright.

Have you ever heard the name
Leroy Harley?

He somebody I should know?

He was a convict who escaped

from a county work gang
about eight years ago

after serving seven years
of a sentence for murder.

That deputy I had a run-in with
a couple of days ago,

he keeps telling Ep you're the
same man.

(EXCLAIMS)

That can't be, and you know it!

Well, Harley, if you could
just prove where you were

while this other fellow
was doing time,

then I can tell this deputy he
needs to have his eyes checked.

Tell him anyway! We've known
Harley too long for all this.

John, I don't like this any
better than you do. Alright?

Now, Harley,
I checked with your hometown,

and they don't know
anything about you.

Where I come from, they don't
keep records on white folks,

much less us.

Sheriff, it's hard to believe
you feel the need

to go prying into Harley's past.

Well, I keep hoping that
this deputy will figure

he's done enough mischief
and back off.

Until he does, I'd appreciate it
if you'd stick around, Harley.

Sooner or later
we'll get it all cleared up.

I gotta get back to town.

I'm sorry, Harley. I feel
responsible for this.

It's not your fault, John.

-Hey, Josh.
-Hello, Mr. Walton.

What did Sheriff Bridges
want, Daddy?

Nothing for any of us
to be worried about, Son.

Ep doesn't really believe that
Harley is the man they're after!

No. He's caught in the middle.
He's just doing his duty.

Well, it's an outrage,
that's what it is.

To serve German prisoners
and refuse to serve an American!

And we send soldiers oversea
to fight for freedom

and then some people over here
don't even have it.

Negro soldiers are being killed
just as dead as white ones.

I read the other day
that Lena Horne

was appearing at a
prisoner-of-war camp,

when she came out on stage she
saw that the German prisoners

were seated in the front rows

and the American guards,
which were mostly negro men,

were seated in the back.

I'll bet she had
a few choice words.

She didn't say anything. She
marched down the middle aisle

turned her back to the prisoners
and sang to the American guards.

That's the kind of courage
it's going to take

to change things around.

I'm afraid we're going to see
a lot more trouble before that.

I got news. I've got new pants.

I see that. Who got you those?
Your mommy?

(STAMMERING) No. From Pat.

From Pat? Where does she live?
On the next farm?

-Yeah.
-Okay, good.

VERDIE: Hurry, Josh, we'll be
late for prayer meeting.

(CHUCKLING)
He's dragging his feet as usual.

Same way I was at his age.

Are you sure you don't
want to come with us?

I don't like leaving
you here alone.

I reckon I could use a little
praying tonight,

but I'll just let you
do it for me.

You're not dwelling
on that business

Ep was here about, are you?

No.

Mostly what I'm dwelling
on is you.

Must be a full moon tonight.

I ever tell you how lucky I feel
loving a woman like you

and being loved back?

Good times or bad, you've been
a real comfort to me.

-I'll stay home.
-Uh-uh. I'll get Josh moving.

(DOOR OPENING)

Your mama's waiting.

Why do I have to go
if you don't?

Well, now, that's
a pretty good question.

I reckon it's 'cause
I want you to become

a better man than I am.

-But nothing's wrong with you.
-Glad you think so, Son.

I bet Jody didn't have
to go to prayer meeting.

Your big brother went so regular
they almost made him chaplain

when he joined the Navy.

Now, you run along now,
one of us got to get to heaven,

or your mama's gonna be
lonesome up there

when her time comes.

Okay.

(SIGHS)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Well, Sergeant, what's your
complaint?

Too loud, too soft,
or just too marvelous for words?

No complaints.

I was just wondering, haven't I
heard that song before?

That's an original approach.

Whatever happened to,
"Haven't we met somewhere?"

My brother wrote that melody,
I'd swear to it.

And I suppose
your brother's name is Jason.

As a matter of fact, it is.

-Walton?
-Walton.

I'm his older brother.
He calls me John-Boy.

You must be that crazy WAC
he met at Camp Rockfish.

Jason said that?

I think he likes you
a little bit.

Well, sit down, John-Boy,

and tell me about it for
a couple hours.

What are you doing here?

I'm driving for a colonel.
How about you?

I'm working out of the Stars
and Stripes office.

They send me out into
the field, now and then,

-but most of the time I'm here.
-Small world.

Well, just might be smaller if I
could find out where Jason is.

-He's headed this way?
-As a replacement, I think.

Haven't you heard from him?

No. I've been
on the move so much,

my mail hasn't begun
to catch up with me yet.

With all the pull I've got
you'd think I could locate him.

Well, look, I've got
more connections

than the Manhattan
Water Department!

I'm working for a really
big-shot colonel.

-I'll find him.
-I'll bet you don't.

Not before I do.

-I'll take that bet.
-A bottle of champagne?

-You're on.
-Alright.

Oh, good evening, Corabeth.
Haven't seen much of you today.

Well, you left right after
the cordon bleu.

I thought perhaps
you were stepping out on me.

(LAUGHS)

Well, I didn't get much further
than the fancy soups here.

Corabeth, I gotta put
a few of these cans up.

I'll be along
in just a few minutes.

By the way, is there anything

you'd like me to pick up
on the way home?

Well, perhaps some starch.

I thought you might
like your shirts

a little crisper from now on.

Corabeth, you're too good to me.

Well, I must get back
to my domain.

I have a few more wifely
chores I must do.

Oh, Corabeth,

I want to thank you for this.

And I really do appreciate
you taking good care of me.

Well, I rather enjoy it,
Mr. Godsey,

it's a pleasant change for me.

Um, Mr. Godsey,

you are putting the corn
in the green vegetable section.

-It goes over there.
-Oh! Thank you, sweetheart.

But that's where
I like to put 'em.

-John.
-Is that you, Harley?

-I have to talk to you.
-Come on in.

Just figuring what we need to
start that new job...

tomorrow.

I won't be here tomorrow.

Came to ask you to look after
Verdie and Josh for me.

What are you talking about?

I'm telling you, I'm the man
they're looking for.

I'm Leroy Harley.

I came to see you because you're
the only man I can trust.

Because you stood up
for me the other day.

I have to get away.

Harley, you just
can't walk in here

and tell me you're a fugitive
from justice and walk on out.

Ain't no way I'm letting them
take me back.

How do you know I'm not gonna
call Ep, soon as you go?

'Cause you know me, John,
and you know I'm not a killer.

Harley, well...

Why don't you sit down and tell
me all about it?

(SIGHING)

I come from a sharecropping
family down South.

We worked hard,
but the land was poor

so there was never
enough to eat.

After our son Jody was born, my
wife Lily and I moved into town.

And I learned to become
a pretty good mechanic.

The trouble started
a few years after that.

I fixed a car for a big shot
down there.

His family owned about
everything in town.

Him and his brother came in one
night to pick it up.

They were both drunk.

I tried to collect for the job.

The owner of the car
thought it was too much.

He started pushing me around.

I was trying to protect myself.

He was swinging
this big wrench at me.

To keep from falling
into the lube pit

I shoved him away.

There was grease on the floor.

He slipped. He went down hard.

He hit his head on a tire rim.

He didn't get up.

I swear to God, John, I was only
trying to protect myself.

There's no other witness
except the man's own brother?

Yeah, and there was
no doubt about

what the verdict
was going to be.

-Did you have a lawyer?
-Yeah, a man named Moore.

There was a lot of talk
in the town against me.

People didn't take too kindly to
him saving me from hanging.

He kept telling me he was going
to get a new trial but

he never did.

I heard later
he moved to Richmond.

It was about 15 years ago.

VERDIE: Harley!

I figured you were still at
prayer meeting. Where's Josh?

He's with the preacher's wife.

I felt something was wrong
when we left home.

When I was sitting
in church,

something came over me
that I ought to come back.

I found the note you left.

I don't care what
you're accused of.

If you're leaving,
I'm going with you.

Wouldn't be any kind of life
for you, Verdie, or Josh.

What kind of a life do you think
we'll have without you?

You're innocent, Harley. Stay
here and fight it.

Clear your name.

I was innocent all of them years
I spent in the work camps.

Eating wormy gruel before sunup.

Slop for supper after dark.

And in between nothing
but back-breaking work.

Waist-deep in water
hauling stumps out of swamps.

Beatings, leg irons,
the sweatbox if you complained.

I knew men who broke
their own legs

to keep from going
on the work gang.

Later I got word
my wife Lily was dead.

I knew Jody was alone.
I couldn't stand that.

I'd been in that place long
enough to figure a way out.

So, one night
I made a break for it.

I was lucky.

I outsmarted
the dogs and the posse.

Couldn't let
my son grow up an orphan.

Is that when you come here?

We kept moving till
I thought it was safe.

I knew it was time to stop
running because you were here.

A 24-hour start, John.
That's all I ask.

Twenty-four hours, Harley,
two days, a week...

If you start running, they're
gonna think you're the man,

they're gonna come after you.

No, I'll head north.
Change my name again.

I'll send for you
when it's safe.

Spend your life
looking over your back,

waiting for them to catch up?

Harley, you got a new life here.
You got a family.

You've proved that
you're a benefit to society.

There's got to be something to
be done, a new trial, a pardon.

Listen to him, Harley.
Things are changing.

(SIGHING) They're no different
back where I come from.

She's right.
Things are changing.

The barriers
are coming down, Harley.

You got to trust justice
some day.

Justice ain't the same
for everybody.

What about this lawyer?

Let me see if I can find him,
get something started.

What about Sheriff Bridges?

He doesn't know you're the man
for sure.

-We still got some time.
-Please, honey.

Harley, I promise you, if it
doesn't work out

I won't stand in your way.
I give you my word.

Well, hello, Elizabeth.

You seem to be spending
an awful lot of time

with that horse of yours
recently.

It's a big responsibility.

Yes, I remember how it was at
your age to ride the wild wind,

astride a handsome horse,

feeling all that
strength and power.

I'd like to buy some jodhpurs.
Do you carry them?

I don't know,
you'll have to ask Mr. Godsey.

I am no longer employed at the
mercantile.

I am simply another housewife,
shopping for her husband.

-You are?
-I am.

And I am seriously considering
going to Rockfish.

Mr. Godsey simply does not have
the merchandise he used to have.

(HAMMERING)

Walton! Wear it!

And you'll need this, too!

Oh, come on, Chief.

There isn't a Japanese troop
within 100 miles of us.

They don't send
calling cards, Walton.

The next time I catch you
without either one of those,

you're going on report.

Now get back to work!
We're behind schedule.

You heard me, Walton, move it!

Moore, Nathan Moore.

I'd like to know
if he's practicing in the state.

Yes, please.

I'm trying to locate

that lawyer friend of yours
at Bar Association.

The man could be dead by now.

Yes?

He's retired?

Have you got an address on him?

I sure would appreciate that.

Call me collect
when you find out.

Thank you.

They're going to try
to locate him.

Can't help thinking
I could probably

be clean out of the state
by now.

Come on, let's get to work.

Hi, Cindy. What are you up to?

I'm trying to fix
this latch on the door.

I'm afraid Chance is going
to wander out some night.

Let me help you,
you'll get splinters.

I can do it!

Hey, I'm sorry.

Look, it's just that everybody
around here thinks

that I can't do anything except
wash diapers and curl my hair.

I'm about ready to explode.

Yeah, well, don't do it on my
account, huh?

I'm sorry. It's not your fault.

Look, I think Elizabeth's over
there with the horses.

Yeah, I know. Isn't she always?

(LAUGHING)

Elizabeth, you sure are
hard to get a hold of.

Molly knows me? She comes to me
when I come to the corral.

Well, she ought to,
you're with her enough.

Every spare moment's important.

You know, I forget,
are we going steady or what?

Not unless you've
found another girl.

Well, I mean, we hardly see each
other anymore.

You got that job
at the soda fountain.

Oh, don't blame it on me!

It's okay. I know you're trying
to buy a car.

Well, look, I got Saturday
morning off. How about a picnic?

The last time we went
on a picnic,

you brought a fishing pole,
I brought the food.

I had the same thing
in mind for this time.

I'll see what I can do.
The ride will be good for Molly.

What am I supposed to do,
ride alongside on my bike?

You can ride Blue.

That old mule? Not on your life.

It was good enough
for my brothers.

It's not good enough for me.

Okay, I'll meet you there.
10:00, Drucilla's Pond?

Yeah, I guess.

Hmm. The stupid rooster's
out again.

Could you put him back for me?

-Sure, why not?
-10:00.

Okay.

(CAR DOOR CLOSING)

-Well, hello, Verdie.
-Sheriff.

-Harley around?
-Not right now.

Are you sure?

-It's serious, isn't it?
-Yeah.

I'm going to have
to look around inside.

But I told you, Harley's gone.

There's nobody here
but Josh and me.

Verdie.

Come here, Josh.

Verdie, I'm real sorry
about this.

-Mama?
-(SHUSHING) Hush now.

Is Harley over at John's place?

-I don't know where he is.
-Verdie.

I'm going to have to find him
sooner or later

you know that.

Take the shortcut through the
woods to the Walton's.

Tell your daddy the sheriff's
here. Now hurry!

-Howdy, John.
-Ep, how's it going?

(SIGHING)

Not too well, John.

About as jagged as the teeth
on that old buzz saw.

Harley ain't working with you
here today, is he?

No, he's not. As a matter of
fact, I could use some help.

No, I got him out
looking for some equipment.

What?

John, I find that kind of funny.

What did you send him
off like that for?

I told him to stick around here.
I have some more questions.

Is that what you're here for?
To ask some more questions?

No, John, I...

I got a warrant here for
Harley's arrest.

And some papers
that identify him

as the man they're looking for,
take a look.

Harley ain't no murderer
and you know it.

That's not for you or me
to decide, John.

I gotta pick him up and turn him
over to the proper authorities.

Sorry, Ep, can't help you.

You can't help, or you won't?

John? John?

You wouldn't be hiding him,
would you?

Ep, we've known each other
a long time.

I just hate having
to lie to you.

Do you know what trouble
you could bring on yourself?

Harley's a wanted man!

He was railroaded and I can
prove it. I need a little time.

You can't put yourself
above the law, John.

That's what
you're trying to do!

We're on to something, Ep,
I'm telling you!

He's got no more business
being in prison than you do!

I just need a couple
of days to prove it.

Can you give me
a couple of days?

Will you just give me one day?

Huh?

Alright, John.

I'm going to turn my head
for 24 hours.

But if you haven't produced
Harley by then,

you're gonna have to answer
the law yourself.