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Over 100 years ago,

my grandpa come into this land.

Grandpa climbed this mountain and said, "this is it' "

and he built him a sod house' got himself a wife'

and they named the whole mountain after him.

Spencer's mountain it is to this day.

He could see the sun coming up mornings

and the sun setting behind the Grand Tetons.

Them pioneer French trappers named them that

'cause the peaks reminded them of big bosoms.

This here's the river my grandpa first come down.

They called it the Snake...

Because it kind of winds and meanders down our valley.

He saw plenty of buffalo...

And elk...

And in the ponds, the trumpeter swans,

so tame and loving, they'd swim right up to you.

Yep, it's a beautiful valley the Spencers come to'

and they come to stay...

Like this log house my papa built

long time back

that me and my brothers' and my babies' too'

got born in...

All nine of them.

Going to be a fine day.

Ohh.

What are you doing awake already?

It's not time for you to be up.

Now go back to sleep.

That's a good boy.

Clayboy.

Clayboy.

All my brothers

is coming for breakfast.

We'll need a slew of eggs.

Should I milk the cow, too?

I'll do the milking. Let the kids sleep.

Sweetheart?

I'm up.

Wake mom and papa.

They'd never forgive us

if my brothers came and went without a hello.

I will.

I need $18, Clay.

What for?

Clayboy's graduation ring.

Rings is for women.

I want him to have one, dear.

Why?

Well, it's kind of a sign,

a sign that he's special.

All our kids is special.

Clayboy will be the first Spencer

to ever graduate from high school.

Yeah, he won't be the last.

Each one our kids going to do it.

Ain't one of them going to end up in the quarry or the mill.

Could you draw me the money today?

Ain't there, Livvy.

But I put it in the bank Thursday.

Drew it out last night.

Paid Mr. John a down payment on a power saw.

He had Percy truck it up the mountain.

That why you've asked your brothers to give up Saturdays?

I've done as much for them a thousand times.

They've earned their rest.

I got rocks and log to haul.

They borrowed a truck.

You're gonna get that dream house I promised.

You've been saying that since we were married.

But now I got me this saw.

You know you're never going to get it built.

Right now I'd trade all of Spencer's mountain

for just one graduation ring

for our boy.

We'll get it, Livvy. I'll work overtime.

Yeah.

You know,

I've been thinking about our family graveyard,

wondering how the winds are treating it.

Well...

Where are my sons?

Said they'd be here by 6:00, papa.

Then they will be.

There never was a Spencer that couldn't keep his word.

Give me your hand, mother.

Haven't seen all my boys in one lump in too long.

Is it snowing?

Right on it.

?? She'll be coming around the mountain ??

?? she'll be coming around the mountain when she comes ????

Yahoo! Yee-haw!

It's Clayboy, Sam!

Man, it's cold!

Good morning, Clayboy.

Hello, Clayboy!

Boy, it's cold enough to freeze the ears off--

breakfast ready, Clayboy?

Let's eat!

Get it on the table, grandma!

Sit you down.

Let your mother go. Come on.

Not so fast. Not so fast.

Let me have one.

Thanks, Clay.

Here's mine. Where's yours?

How they treating you, papa?

They hide every drop of whiskey

I bring into this house.

Take care of that.

Drink hearty and eat fast.

Got a lot of work getting on before sundown.

I'm going with you.

Bring you some lunch, papa.

Thank you, son.

Build a good house, now.

See you, papa.

See you later, papa.

I'm going to have a walk up the porch.

Every year since Livvy and I got married,

I dug that basement,

every winter she's filled up again.

Just so happens that Luke, Matt, and John

are the best masons around.

Clayboy and ham can dig the hole

and you three would lay the big rock.

Cement's under that tarp.

The rest can start cutting that big timber.

You haul all them logs up here yourself?

Sure did.

Ain't she a beaut?

Got her from Mr. John.

Going great, fellas.

By tonight, we'll start pouring.

This will build me a real good house.

Thanks, brothers.

I can really start to see it now.

Going to put a deep bed of grass here

for my babies to play in.

Thanks again, brothers.

Hi. Good to see you.

Get up there.

Tell mama the dream house is finally underway.

Hurry and wash up.

Livvy's fixed a Saturday night supper

too good for poor folks.

Are we poor, grandma?

I'd say we were rich, Becky.

There was a time we were so poor

we didn't nothing all winter except one slice of bacon.

How many of you was there?

Nine brothers and grandma and grandpa.

How could you all live off one slice?

Grandma tied string on it

and let each of us chew it a while.

Why'd she tie the string on it?

So if anybody swallow it,

she could pull it and feed it to the next one.

Aw, daddy.

Goodnight, Becky.

Night, Shirley.

Goodnight, Moby.

Night, mark.

Night, Matt.

Night, dad.

Night, mom.

Now go to sleep, children.

Goodnight, Clayboy.

Morning, chance.

Guess you're feeling romantic this morning.

After breakfast I'll take you to Mr. John's ranch

and get you bred.

Remember that handsome old bull Methuselah?

Well, he's doing the honors this morning.

Thought you'd like to know.

Why, you sway-backed old heif.

We have some birthing coming on.

Hey, how's my saw working out, Spencer?

Pretty soon

it'll be a whole house, Mr. John.

Remember my boy?

Yeah.

Hey, she's a hot little devil, ain't she?

That four-legged butter churn run us all the way here.

Which way to the bull?

This way.

We need to help?

Ha ha! Methuselah never needs any help.

Watch him when he spots that pretty little heifer.

Whoo! Here he comes.

Well, how do you like that, dad?

She races us all the way here,

and now she pretends he doesn't even exist.

She's just being a lady.

Don't worry, boy,

she's got eyes in her rump.

Thu ain't putting up with any nonsense.

Sure acting silly.

You'll get crazy, too, when that love bug bites you.

Now look at Methuselah.

What'd I tell you?

He's tired of fooling around.

There they go,

right into the bridal chamber.

What did I say?

Old reliable, that's Methuselah.

We'll pick the cow up

on our way back down the mountain.

Thanks for the favor.

The pleasure's all Methuselah's.

I know you.

You're Claris Coleman's fella.

Her father manages the quarry.

You know what?

No, what?

You and me could have some fun.

Know what I mean?

Won't be long your boy will be needing a woman.

I got a healthy heifer in Minnie Cora.

Strong, willing.

Just popped out overnight, Percy.

Coming, Clayboy?

Listen, whenever you get the urge to,

just toss some pebbles on my window up there.

I'll come running.

It's not what cows do that seems wrong.

I guess it's just having no choice.

Don't get any ideas there's anything low-down about it,

'cause the lord himself thought it up

and made us the way he did.

Understand that, son?

Yes, dad, I think I do.

No, you don't.

Nobody understands it.

You be proud you're a human being

and have a choice.

Not all humans are that choosy, either.

But how can humans be sure the right couple gets together?

Were you sure, dad?

Yep, I was.

I was a real Heller afore I met your pretty ma,

but the minute I met her, I knew.

Don't ask me how, but I knew,

just like you will someday.

When that happens,

just remember you ain't any bull,

that little girl ain't any cow.

Be kind and gentle.

If she loves you a little bit before you marry her,

she'll love you a lot more after.

Pack it up, son. Time to quit.

Thought I'd frame the window right here

so's your ma would have something to see

while she's washing dishes.

You'll sit on the porch here with your babies.

You can tell them

you helped your papa build it so good,

it won't fall down in a million years.

Sure, dad, I'll tell them.

I'm getting hungry.

Colonel.

Had this week's overtime show in the books.

Here's your $18.

Thanks for feeding the dog and horses

while I was in Washington.

How'd you find your daughter?

She can't wait for graduation

so she can get back here for summer.

Claris rather adopted that family of yours

last summer, didn't she?

Or was it your oldest son?

She and Clayboy made up some kind of a secret club

with passwords and all.

You don't have to worry about him.

Girls still scare him to death.

He doesn't worry me.

Claris seems a little more sophisticated.

She's getting too smart for her britches.

You won't take any pay for feeding my animals,

but since the trout season opens Friday,

thought you could use a day off at the river--

with pay.

Ollie Ollie oxen free.

I see him! Let's go get him!

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Stop making so much noise!

Clayboy's trying to study for his final examinations!

Thought you were going to spend

your day off up at the dream house.

First time I ever saw a man build a house

with a fishing pole.

Ah, don't you worry.

I'm building you a castle up there

fit for a royal-butted king.

You hold your tongue.

I've got innocent children around here

that I'm trying to raise to be good churchgoers.

Nobody turned me into a churchgoer,

and look what a tall dog I turned out to be.

1, 2, 3...100.

1, 2, 3...5.

Hey!

Hey, daddy spanked mama!

How can they respect me

if you go around whacking my--me?

?? Daddy spanked mama ??

?? daddy spanked mama ??

?? daddy spanked mama ??

?? daddy spanked mama ????

Oh, there's mother.

Now she might think that you are a wild heathen.

Kiss her again ! Kiss her again !

Howdy, mother Ida.

What you doing dressed up today?

Livvy and I are joining the ladies aid society

to get the parsonage ready for the new minister.

Yes, Livvy did say

you were signing a powerful new preacher.

You could come Sunday to hear him.

If I was to walk into that church,

the roof would fall in on the congregation.

You shouldn't make jokes about church, Clay.

Don't you want to go to heaven

and be with Livvy and decent people when you die?

Ah, mother Ida, your church got one idea of heaven,

the Methodists got another,

and the Catholics still another.

I got my own opinion, too.

I can just imagine your idea of heaven--

a fishing pole and a riverbank.

Yes, I guess that's part of it.

I guess I get a little heaven every day.

Maybe it's just hauling off and kissing my wife

or having one of my babies

snuggle into bed with us at night

or just doing a good day's work

on my house up on Spencer's mountain.

No, I don't have to wait for it, mother Ida.

I got heaven right here.

I was a devotee of Isaac Walton

when I was but 6.

Isaac Walton?

Live around here?

Across the water.

Oh.

A century ago he wrote the complete angler.

Let you in on a secret.

This here's the place

the great-granddaddy of all trout lives,

right off shore there,

hoping some fat old June bug

come floating by his nose.

Would you mind if I joined you?

It's a big river.

I just happen to have my fishing tackle

in my car.

Name's Spencer. Clay Spencer.

Goodson here. Thanks for the welcome.

What'd I tell you?

Easy.

Oh! You're a beauty.

That's one of the grandsons.

He'll run about 2 pounds.

Here's to Fisherman's luck.

What would it be?

Mosquito repellent.

Oh, thank you.

Take a good slug.

Potent, huh?

This stuff's the best in the valley.

Made by two little old ladies from their pappy's recipe.

I find your mosquito repellent somewhat numbing.

That's the bourbon the little old ladies put in the recipe.

Great jumpin' balls of fire!

You hooked the great-granddaddy!

Reel him in.

Double, triple eternal damnation.

He got away.

Hell's fire devour that black-souled,

eternally damned devil.

You shouldn't talk that way.

Why the hell not?

Because I just remembered why I'm here.

I am your new minister.

What?

You got to be lying.

You see, I never touched liquor before in my life.

You see anything of my fish?

Why, Clara, you're a real artist.

Thank you.

It just looks lovely, simply lovely.

It's all my fault.

Seems your preacher

never had a bottle to his lips before.

Bless you all.

Merciful heavens.

He's drunk.

Splendid sermon.

Such an honor to have you with us,

Mr. Spencer.

Grandma Spencer.

Serves him right.

Nobody came.

Not a soul.

I owe an apology to this community.

My weakness in the eyes of god

could mean the end of my ministry,

and I am deeply contrite.

Mother Ida, I'm sure sorry

I got your preacher tight yesterday.

I didn't know he was your preacher

till it was too late.

It's a wonder the lord don't strike you dead.

No harm in a man taking a nip now and then.

He's a good man.

Bet he does a lot of good for this community.

Was he powerful in the pulpit?

How would we know?

We all went to the mountain church.

Nobody went to the church of god this morning.

Not single solitary person.

Why not?

Would you want your children to hear a drunkard preach?

That poor guy never even smelled a cork till yesterday.

Not one single hymn-shouting,

foot-washing hypocrite showed up?

Hush, Clay. The neighbors. Please.

The ladies aid society voted unanimously

to transfer in Toto to the mountain church.

Those prissy-panted hypocrites.

Don't wait dinner for me.

Where you going?

I got him into this. I'll get him out.

Morning, Clay.

Hey, folks.

How are you?

You recall whenever you needed anything fixed,

you always called on me?

You're the handiest man with a tool I've ever seen.

Thank you, ma'am.

Remember how I worked all weekend

to get your windmill working?

Times I fixed your pump and your roof?

You're a good neighbor, for a fact.

Now all that's ended.

I'm sending a bill for every stick of work

I ever done on your place

unless every last one of you

shows up at the church of god services tonight.

But Clay, I'll be expelled from the ladies aid.

Don't worry about the ladies aid.

I've fixed enough iceboxes, washing machines,

and electric cords in six months

to put them all into bankruptcy.

You spread the word real quick.

I'm collecting in full

from everybody who don't show up

at that church tonight.

You have quite a congregation.

Yes.

Good day, colonel Coleman.

Good day, Clay.

Don't tell me you're joining our church, too.

Me and church don't mix.

I got worried about that family of skunks

you smelled back there.

I got this awful feeling

they'll show up under your church tonight

unless...

Unless what?

Unless you and your flock

goes up to the house of god tonight

to make that new man know he's welcome here.

Wouldn't that be the Christian thing to do?

I've heard rumors--

he never had a drink in his life before I poured it on him.

I'd sure hate to see your congregation

get stunk up tonight.

Once them skunks start spraying skunk juice,

they say you never get the stink out.

Good evening.

Good evening.

I'm deeply honored.

Good evening.

Good evening.

I'm deeply moved.

Good evening.

Good evening.

I don't understand.

Good evening.

Howdy, Mr. goodson.

As one colleague to another,

have you ever seen reference

to blackmail in the good book?

I'm delighted to welcome you here.

To commemorate this occasion,

I think we should sing a hymn

which has special meaning to me--

shall we gather at the river.

?? Shall we gather at the river ??

?? where white angel feet have trod ??

?? with its crystal tide forever ??

?? flowing by the throne of god ??

?? yes, we'll gather... ????

Roust 'em out, Clayboy.

Happy graduation day, son !

Rise and shine.

Sun's up. Come on.

Come on, you guys. Get dressed for my graduation.

Come on.

Come on, Becky, Shirley.

Time to wake up.

Come on.

Kiss me awake, Clayboy.

Now pick me up to the toidy.

Okay.

Golly, look what I got--

bosoms.

Morning, Pattycake.

Morning, John.

Morning, Luke.

Morning, Shirley.

Morning, mark.

Morning, Becky.

Morning, Matt.

Look at them.

They be sweet.

Ever see anything prettier?

I wish we could keep them babies.

I hate to think of them growing up and leaving us,

not knowing what'll happen to them.

They'll be alright. They're thoroughbreds.

?? Oh, beautiful ??

?? for spacious skies ??

?? for Amber waves of grain ??

?? for purple mountains' majesty ??

?? above the fruited plains ??

?? America ??

?? America ??

?? god shed his grace on thee ??

?? and crown thy good ??

?? with brotherhood ??

?? from sea ??

?? to shining sea ????

May I now present the graduation class.

The senior class teacher, miss Parker,

will present the scholarship medal.

I have been teaching school here in new dominion

for all of my teaching life.

Many of my former pupils now sit before me

in this audience.

I have taught our boys and girls

about the beauty and wisdom they can find in books.

I've taught them how our government works.

I hope I have instilled in them

some idea of the majesty and wonder

of people governing themselves.

I have tried in geography to teach them

that there lies an enormous world outside...

That dwarfs even our immense valley,

a world full of opportunity

for growth and learning and achievement.

Every once in a while, a young student comes along

with a hungry look in the eye...

Who's not content just to memorize facts,

who wants to know,

who has an inquiring mind,

and everything he learns

only whets his appetite to learn more.

The student who will now receive our highest award

is such a student.

Will Clayboy Spencer

please step forward?

Bully for you, boy!

I want the Spencer family to know this.

I have taught your boy everything I know,

but he's still hungry.

If the day ever comes when I go by that quarry,

and I see Clayboy Spencer covered with dust

instead of learning to be a leader,

I think I shall give up the teaching profession.

Clayboy, I give you these words to live by.

The world steps aside to let any man pass

if he knows where he's going.

Clayboy!

What you doing out there?

Waiting for pop.

Well, your supper's on the table.

You think pop's getting drunk?

He does have cause to celebrate.

It isn't every night that a Spencer

has a boy graduate from high school,

let alone win the school medal.

We can't wait supper much longer.

The children are starving.

If he's drunk, I'll die.

Oh, he never gets that drunk.

Mother.

Tonight, miss Parker and the preacher are coming to call.

I wanted to keep it a secret. But, now I can't.

Keep what a secret?

They think they can get me a college education.

Well, I vow.

Sometimes educated people's got less brains than fools.

Wouldn't you want me to go?

I'd rather you go to college

than anything in the whole world,

but just where do they think

we could raise that kind of money?

Your father even had to work overtime

to get you a graduation ring.

Did you ever see university boys?

They're-- they're rich boys--

their daddies have money,

or they wouldn't let them in.

But they think they can get me a scholarship.

That's what they're coming to talk about.

Oh, so you think I'm so dumb that I don't know

what scholarships are for?

They're for tuition,

but that don't cover half the expenses.

You still have to live and eat.

You have to wear decent clothes and buy hundreds of books--

we're poor people, son.

I could work nights.

I could earn money all summer.

That's wishing for the moon, Clayboy.

All I'm asking is that you and pop hear them out.

If they know how to raise money

for this college education, then I'm all for it,

but if they're coming here

to put foolish ideas into your head--

just listen! That's all I'm asking.

If pop's drunk...

I'll kill myself.

All we can do about that is pray, son.

Now, whose turn is it to say the blessing?

It's my turn.

Thank you for the food we eat.

Thank you for the world so sweet.

Thank you, god, for the birds that sing.

Thank you, god, for everything,

including getting Clayboy graduated.

Amen.

Becky didn't say amen.

I did, too, say amen.

You did not if nobody heard you.

That's because I whispered it.

Why did she whisper it for?

To see if god could hear me.

Did he hear you?

I don't know. I'm testing him.

Of course he heard her. God hears everything.

I hope he didn't hear Matt today.

Shut your yap, if you know what's good for you.

That's no way to talk.

Matt's going to hell.

Today he mashed his finger

and said a whole string of bad words.

Like what?

He said damn, damn, double damn,

triple damn, hell.

Did you, Matt?

Daddy says it all the time.

The next time you talk like that,

I'll wash your mouth out with lye soap.

I don't want Matt to go away.

Matt's not going anywhere.

Now eat up your soup.

He is, too. Becky said so.

He's going to hell for saying bad words.

I want to go, too.

I want to go to hell with Matt.

Aah! Look out!

Ohh! Oh, my god!

His neck's broke!

Run, Clayboy, quick, and get the doctor!

Mother!

Here, Clayboy.

You'd hardly been gone a minute when he came to.

Just knocked the breath out of him.

How did you get your clothes so dirty?

You little mutt!

What do you mean scaring me that way?

Oh, Clayboy didn't mean that.

Oh, hush, Clayboy.

Go on up

and see if the children have brushed their teeth.

You do it!

What was that?

I got to get away from here.

All I'm good for is running for doctors,

going to the store,

feeding the kids, putting them to bed,

giving them baths,

milking the cows, plucking the chickens,

and then churning the butter.

But you're the oldest son.

Then I'm tired of being the oldest!

I can't do anything about that.

What you get in life is what you're stuck with,

and you're stuck with being our oldest.

You're just going to have to make the most of it.

Here, will you take care of Pattycake?

What do you want?

I have to do wee-wee.

You know where the bathroom is.

It's too high. Won't you lift me up?

Oh, alright.

Come in.

I told mother you'd be coming.

Hi there, Pattycake.

Hi.

Clayboy's going to lift me on the toidy.

Mother!

Yes?

They're here.

Oh! Entertain them. I'll hurry.

I was just saying that someone around here

certainly has a green thumb.

It's mother. She loves to grow things.

I must find out her secret.

It's mostly cow manure.

I trust both your parents will be here.

Well, dad had this sudden work

come up at the mill, and...

Good evening, Mrs. Spencer.

Good evening.

Good evening.

I'm so happy to see you both,

and, miss Parker,

I was so pleased today to hear all the fine things

you had to say about Clayboy.

They were all true.

I'm so sorry Mr. Spencer can't be here, too.

You see, he's gone to Jackson

about some...Pigs that he was going to buy.

Clayboy.

Now would you tuck me in?

What are you kids doing here?

Listening. Listening.

Back to bed, all of you.

And if you get up again tonight,

I'll spank your behind so shiny

that you'll see yourself in it.

I love you, Clayboy. Kiss me good night.

Now go upstairs.

After the graduation,

I called the university long distance.

There's one scholarship left

if Clayboy applies immediately.

However, as I told Clayboy,

the scholarship available

is of a rather specialized nature.

But it is an education.

The only scholarship left is one for studying

as a minister of the gospel.

Oh. Well, that does it.

His father would just blow up.

I understood Clay has a great respect for education.

He has, but he'd rather see Clayboy

burn in hell than become a minister.

He allows you to attend church.

Your children go to Sunday school.

Clay was never one to forbid us

from seeking god in our own way.

It's just that--

?? babbling brook ??

?? a shady nook ??

?? a girl all dressed in yella ??

?? oh, what a pip ??

?? what Ruby lips ??

?? oh, what a lucky fella ????

Must you? We got company.

I'm going to haul off and kiss them Ruby lips

right off of you.

Clay! Clay, now stop it! Behave yourself!

The minister and miss Parker are in there.

Good for miss Parker.

Clay, stop. Stop, Clay.

I love you, woman.

Oh, Clay, stop--

hi, doc. What are you doing here?

According to my blackboard, Donnie has a broken neck.

That's what you've been trying to tell me.

Donnie's fine. He had the wind knocked out of him.

He's fine, doc, but do come in,

because I'm going to make some black coffee for Clay.

After that bibb birthing, I could use some, too.

Well, he bought the pigs and got back.

Clayboy, please get a pot of black coffee

and some cups.

Please sit down.

Miss Parker and Mr. goodson

think that our boy has a good chance

of winning a scholarship at the university.

A contest?

No. Just sign this application.

I'll send a copy

of his excellent scholastic record.

I'm sure they'll accept him.

I can work nights and study.

Come here, son.

You've never been outside this valley.

You've never seen a city

like where that university is.

Everybody's in a hurry.

They got freeways,

cars going every which way,

and a couple of hundred thousand people.

You'd get lost the first day.

You could buy me a map.

He wouldn't be lost for long.

Give him that chance.

I delivered Clayboy.

I could write a character recommendation.

I could, too.

I graduated from there.

Well, I'll tell you something.

Never had no education myself.

Just went to school a couple weeks,

just long enough to learn to write my name,

learn enough arithmetic to make sure

the company wasn't cheating me on my pay.

I went into the quarry alongside my papa

when I was 10 years old.

I've been there ever since.

Maybe that's why I admire a man with an education.

What I can tell you,

it's always been my heart's craving

for my babies to get better than I had.

You really want it, don't you, boy?

Yes, sir.

What if you go down there and fall on your butt?

I'd never let you down, pop.

You will sign his application.

I sure as hell will.

Run and get the coffee, quick.

The old woman's shaking her head at me for cussing.

I'll tell you, ma'am,

I learned to cuss before I learned to walk.

I'm too old a rooster

to change my ways at this late date.

In his own home, a man's got a right

to talk the only way he knows how.

Them that don't like it

can always march their tail right out.

Damn tootin'!

Here's to the world outside, boy.

Did you see what your father and I

had written inside your ring?

"Victory with honor."

It's one of them mottoes.

You mother picked it out of a book.

Come in.

Well, miss Parker.

Last time you came calling was to tell me

my daughter simply had to wear panties to school.

I suppose now that summer's here,

we'll be seeing Claris any day.

Uh-huh.

Colonel Coleman, your company owns

that old abandoned shack across from the office.

On friendship corner.

I'm boarding it up.

The men use it for gambling and drinking after work.

I have a better use for it--

a library.

You have to be kidding.

Half the people here can't write their names.

We'll solicit every library in the state for duplicates.

We'll print pleas in the papers.

The shack's yours if you clean it out.

Thank you.

How much will you pay Clayboy Spencer

to run it for you?

Pay him? To run it for me?

I think you should pay him $20 a week.

If the company heard that, they'd fire me.

Charge it to public relations!

If you were a man, I'd throw you out.

Hide it under "miscellaneous."

Well, because he's Clay Spencer's son,

I'll give him $10 a week, no more.

That's only $120 for the entire summer.

If you don't accept that offer and get out,

I'll have that shack burnt down today.

Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

This is a lovely place you have here.

It's pretty ghastly, alright, but it'll do.

We can start cleaning it up.

Heave ho!

They've come! They've come!

Beautiful.

Green mansions.

War and peace.

I bought you a present.

How would you like to read a good book?

Nope.

What's the password?

Gobbledygook.

That's all you can say after a year?

Well, you've grown.

34-22-34.

What's that stand for?

What you're gawking at.

Aren't you going to ask me in?

Yeah.

Come on in.

Say, what's this about your going to college?

I have a scholarship application in.

We're waiting to hear.

Mother says I'm at the dangerous age,

whatever that is.

She stuck me in a girls' academy.

What was your major?

Phys ed.

Phys ed?

What's that?

You are dumb.

Look.

1...

2...

3...

4.

1...

2...

3...

4.

That's phys ed.

You know what class I like best in school?

Uh-uh.

Marriage and the family.

Boy, oh, boy, could I tell you a thing or two.

Well, go ahead.

I'd have to whisper.

Okay.

How do you spell it?

Where's your dictionary?

Oh, I haven't got one.

There was one at school.

I used to save up the words for then.

The two most important books in the whole world

are the Bible and the unexpurgated dictionary.

I'll buy you one,

and we can look up words together.

We'll expand your vocabulary.

Last year I was as dumb as you are.

I didn't know anything.

Now I know everything.

Ask me something.

There's nothing I want to know right now.

Aren't you even going to kiss me hello?

I'm sure glad you're home.

Me, too.

Now I'm going to ride up

and have a reunion with your family,

see if the kids have grown as much as you have.

See you there, lover.

The bath water's ready.

Donnie took his nap in the fetal position.

In what?

Fetal position.

The way he was curled up inside your womb.

Claris,

we don't talk about such things in this house.

I'm terribly enthralled

with human reproduction right now.

We've been studying fetal development

from the time the sperm and the egg unite.

Shh!

The only eggs these children hear about

come from chickens.

I was only trying to make interesting conversation.

Then make it about something else.

I'm giving you and Mr. Spencer

a week's vacation.

That's one thing I've never had.

It ought to be interesting.

Bathe and dress all the kids,

make the dinners, wash the dishes,

make the beds,

while you and your husband take a second honeymoon.

We haven't had the first one yet.

Clay always said we'd spend it

up there at that dream house, but...

Well, where would you suggest we go?

Ever been to sun valley?

Only valley I've been to is this one.

Then that's where you'll go.

Summer's not too expensive,

and there's swimming and dancing and sunbathing.

You don't even have to dress for dinner.

Well, that's real nice to know.

I'm sure you'd enjoy it immensely.

I'm sure I would, dear,

but I'd consider it a vacation

if I could sit down for 10 minutes

on that porch.

Sure you can't stay to supper?

No. First night home.

Daddy will be--

Here.

I'll take care of Donnie.

You go on out

and look at the sunset with Clayboy.

Guess what.

Your parents are taking a second honeymoon.

We'll be papa and mama while they're gone.

What do you think about that?

What do I think?

I think you're crazy.

Here's a dictionary with all the naughty words underlined.

Oh, I've seen all those.

Look at this one.

Holy smoke.

How did you find them?

Study hours.

Look at that.

Soon as you find out what they mean, erase the underline.

I know them all by heart anyway.

Look up "friction."

The girls at the academy thought it was dirty word,

so they went around saying, "friction, friction."

It does sound dirty.

Well, what do you know?

Isn't that a kick?

If you'll just friction me a little,

I'll ride home to supper.

You are nuts.

Go ahead, or I'll start screaming.

Okay, scream.

Alright, alright.

What do you want me to do?

Just friction me for 10 seconds.

That's all you get this time.

Livvy!

Lordy, lordy,

if little Claris ain't gone turned into a woman.

I'm so pleased to be home.

You're just in time for Clayboy's big moment.

Livvy!

Come on out!

Gather 'round.

Here's the good news, hot from the post office.

"Mr. Clay Spencer Jr."

I never saw it spelled out that way before.

Have you, son?

Why don't you open it? Got your name on it.

What if they turned me down?

That wouldn't be the end of the world.

Would be for me.

Open it, son, take it like a man, whatever it says.

"The Dean announces

"the following selections for scholarship.

Lawrence Adams--"

it's alphabetical.

Skip to the ss.

They haven't got all the education in the world

locked up in that one cheesy university.

You could write down there

and ask what books they're teaching.

You could send for them, get them up here,

and study them by your own fireplace,

like honest Abe did.

Might take a bit longer

without them professors,

but it's a way, boy.

It's a way.

If I had my way,

you'd be president of these United States.

Clayboy,

it was like reaching for the sun

and the moon and the stars,

wasn't it, dear?

Maybe it's a mistake.

Maybe it's one of them clerical errors.

Who's kidding who?

They just don't want me. Can't you see that?

Time for supper.

Come on. You, too, children.

Wouldn't surprise me at all

if the lord himself

kept Clayboy from that scholarship.

Why would the lord do that?

After the graduation,

we were all so puffed up

and bragging about him so.

Well, pride cometh before a fall.

If the lord put you on this earth to be poor,

poor you're going to be. And if you're born ignorant,

you'll die ignorant.

Where the hell did you get that?

In the Bible, and stop swearing.

Show me.

I can't exactly show you where,

but I heard a preacher--

you've been listening to too many preachers.

Lord, anybody could find something wrote somewhere

to prove what they want to prove.

Just because it's wrote down, don't make it so.

You think you know more than the preachers?

Maybe I do, maybe I don't.

I ain't been baptized or nothing,

but the lord my mama told me about

and the one I been praying to

wouldn't set his foot down

on any of my kids trying to better himself.

What hurts most

is there must be thousands of boys in college

who don't have half the heart or mind

or craving to learn our boy has.

That's what I've been afraid of from the start,

that miss Parker and the preacher

would open a window for Clayboy

and show him the world outside

and make him want it

with all of his heart and soul,

and then just slam it shut in his face.

God forgive me,

I hate them

for letting our boy get hurt like that.

I think I'm getting me drunk.

Ain't going to take this lying down.

No Spencer ever did.

Nobody going to tell my boy

there ain't room for him outside this valley.

No siree.

Going down there

and talk to this Dean fellow

who turned down my boy.

You do that, Clay.

I'll make you a loan of my pickup truck.

Won't even let you in the gate, Clay.

They're educated.

I've talked to lots of educated people.

Lots of them make more sense than some ignoramuses.

Thanks for the loan of the truck.

When you hear that siren,

you pull over and stop.

There's a man bleeding in there.

You think he'll live?

How should I know?

I do know you won't live long driving like this.

I was trying to find the university.

You're right in front of it.

I was looking for the boss or foreman,

whoever runs the place.

This is the administration building.

The boss man works in there.

Now get over there.

Over here.

Morning, ma'am.

I'd like to see the head man.

What about, sir?

My boy's Clay Spencer Jr.,

and we put in for this scholarship,

and we didn't get it.

I come down to find out why.

Oh. Yes, sir. Just a minute.

I'll be right back, sir.

Well, they look smart,

but I wonder if any of them

ever did an honest day's work.

Please go in, Mr. Spencer.

I remember your son's case very well.

What can I do for you?

Give my boy another chance at them scholarships.

That's impossible. They're all gone.

Where did my son fail?

Fail? Nowhere.

His grades, recommendations,

and qualifications were excellent.

But he had one insurmountable deficiency--

he had no Latin.

Latin is an absolute prerequisite

for his chosen vocation.

Won't you sit down, please?

May I remind you

that many of America's great men

never went to college?

That won't be much comfort for my boy.

It ain't only for himself.

He dreams of leading the way

for his brothers and sisters.

How many children do you have?

Nine of the finest kids you ever seen.

I broke my back keeping them in school.

I swore they'd all have what I never got.

Which is?

High school education.

My first-born made it with honors,

but now he's got this deep craving for more,

and his mama and me would make any sacrifice

to see he gets it.

If he wants to be a minister

strongly enough--

wants to be what?

If he wants to preach the gospel.

He don't want to preach no gospel.

He just wants a college education.

But he applied for a ministerial scholarship,

and you signed it.

Friend, somebody's got things royally fouled up.

I'd as soon see my boy in jail as have a pulpit.

That seems a strong statement.

What do you have against preachers?

It's what they preach against that I'm against.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

They're against everything I'm for.

They don't allow drinking or smoking,

card playing, pool shooting,

dancing, cussing,

or hugging, kissing, and loving,

and, mister, I'm for all of them things.

I got me a good god-fearing wife,

and I let her bring up our kids that way,

but I'll be triple-damned in hell

before having a parson in my family.

That seems pretty final.

Don't you teach nothing else around here

besides this preaching business?

Oh, yes.

We teach agriculture,

horticulture, animal husbandry,

law, medicine, business administration,

the social sciences, the arts.

Good.

If my boy learns himself this Latin

before college starts, will you let him in?

He'd have to pay his way.

What if I can swing it?

What if the answer were no?

Well, this ain't the only gol-durn college

in the country.

Sir, I just don't want to break my boy's heart.

I don't think you'll need to, neighbor Spencer.

If young Clay can complete his Latin,

bring him to see me.

If the boy's anything like his father,

I think he'd be an asset to all of us.

Thank you, sir.

Bravo.

Well, what else could I do? He's right.

This ain't the only gol-durn college

in the country.

Oh, sorry.

I thought Clayboy was here.

I found out why the college wouldn't let him in. No Latin.

Then that was my fault.

I've never taught it.

I talked to this nice fella, Beck.

Dean Beck?

There's some fool notion

that Clayboy wanted to be a preacher.

They got that fool notion from me.

Ministry scholarships were the only ones left.

We thought what mattered most

was Clayboy's continuing his education.

Well, don't worry.

I squashed that preacher idea right away.

Dean says if Clayboy gets his Latin some way,

he can choose his own trade.

I won the Latin medal when I was there.

I could teach him.

You could certify he studied the course,

pass the examinations.

Dean Beck should honor that.

He taught me Latin.

What would you charge to teach him?

Charge? After you saved my whole congregation?

We'll call it bread on the water.

Don't give me that Bible stuff.

We make a fair and square deal.

Well, I know what would be fair for me.

What's fair for you is fair for me.

Name it, I pay it.

You insist?

Then the only payment I want

is to see you at our church Sundays.

Do we have a deal?

Thanks, preacher.

Thanks very, very much.

Oh, isn't it wonderful?

Why, miss Parker, I didn't know you cared.

Oh, I do.

I do!

Look.

Never thought I'd see the day.

Pay up, guzzler.

He ain't gone in yet.

Say it isn't so, Clay.

You're damn right it is.

It wouldn't hurt you heathens none to come on in, too.

colonel.

Welcome to the house of the lord, Clay Spencer.

Right proud to be here, mother Ida.

On this very auspicious day,

I suggest that instead of hymn 142,

we all sing hymn 37--

when the roll is called up yonder'

I'll be there.

?? When the trumpet of the lord shall sound ??

?? and time shall be no more ??

?? and the morning grace eternal ??

?? bright and fair ??

?? when the saints of earth shall gather ??

?? over on the other shore ??

?? and the roll is called up yonder ??

?? I'll be there ??

?? when the roll ??

?? is called up yonder ??

?? when the roll ??

?? is called up yonder ??

?? when the roll ??

?? is called up yonder ??

?? when the roll is called up yonder ??

?? I'll be there ????

Now translate from the sixth book

of Caesar's commentaries on the Gallic war.

"The British chiefs..."

"Magna molare--

to be busy with ambitious projects."

Ohh.

Sicilia. Sicily.

Taurus.

Bull. Templum.

Temple.

Perfect. Do the next 10 pages for tomorrow.

Conjugate me, big boy.

You name it.

Conjugate "to love."

Amo, amas, amat,

amamas' amatis' amant.

Okay. Let's.

Let's what?

Let's make love.

Where?

Right here.

You're nuttier than a fruitcake.

Nutty about you, hillbilly.

You'll to have to cut your hair differently

when we get married.

We have to wait four years?

Can't we start practicing now?

I'm trying to study for my Latin final.

I can't do it with you blowing in my ear.

I've decided what we're going to be--

archaeologists.

Yesterday it was baby doctors.

We'll have our pictures in the papers,

write books together.

We'll give lectures together,

travel all over the world seeking relics.

Don't have to go that far.

There's a place on Spencer's mountain

that's loaded with Indian relics.

Oh, take me there.

Nope. It's a secret place.

Nobody's been there but me.

I've always wanted to go somewhere where nobody's been.

Come on.

Claris, I got to study.

Honest, I really do.

I can read your mind.

You're wondering what it would be like up there--

just you and me.

It's not safe.

What do you want?

Mama says to come to lunch.

Go and tell her I'm coming.

I'll wait and go with you.

Do what I tell ya! I got things to do here first.

I bet you have-- with her.

I got to close windows and lock up and things.

Now, go on.

I won't.

Yes, or I'll spank your bottom.

Try and I'll tell mama what I saw.

All you saw,

was your brother getting something out of my eye.

His hands weren't even near your eye.

You're telling a lie.

You'll go to hell.

Say that again, Becky, I'll clobber your jaw so hard,

you'll look backwards the rest of your life!

I'm gonna tell mama on you.

Here take the key and lock up

and close the windows and things like that.

Becky! You wait there!

Becky!

Becky, I'm going to clobber you!

So they said they'd slap me

if I told you.

What is she trying to say?

I don't know. What did she say?

She said you and Claris were doing something bad.

Well, we weren't.

They were so--

all wrapped together like two fishing worms!

We were not.

Go on. Go on out. Gather the eggs. Go on.

Honest, mom. All we were doing was kissing.

Oh, I believe you. Go on. Eat your lunch.

Read me some Latin.

Laurentia carnum cupit.

What does that mean?

It means laurentia wants meat.

Well, well. Imagine that.

Oh, my goodness.

If it weren't for me, you men would starve to death.

Your father and grandfather have gone up the mountain

and forgotten their lunches.

I'll take them.

Go on.

Hey, son.

I keep having nightmares

about this tree falling on our graveyard.

I'd hate to see all our stones

get knocked every which way.

I'll chop her down for you, papa.

Ah. Good boy.

Good boy.

Hey, son.

My toy bank.

Hey, son.

My toy bank.

Had it when I was a boy.

Papa!

Papa, go back!

Dad?

Grandpa!

Dad!

Dad.

Dad!

Dad!

God, help me.

Don't let my dad die.

Please. I'll give up anything.

College, everything.

Dad, please don't.

I'll get help.

Don't die, dad. Please.

Up on the mountain.

Pop's been hurt. I'm going for help.

I'll go right up.

Dad and grandpa!

Up on the mountain ! Accident!

Bring axes and saws!

Dad and grandpa, they're bad hurt.

A tree fell on them.

Up on the mountain ! Dad and grandpa!

Tree fell on them!

Old Mr. Spencer's near the front of the tree

and his son is under here.

He's under here.

Uhh.

Papa's under there.

Get pop out.

Get pop out.

Take it easy.

That ankle bone's busted bad.

Damn it, doc. Get pop out.

Cut the pants leg,

then pour a giant slug of this down him.

He's gonna need it.

Give me the slug before the pants leg, son.

Thought papa was down at the graveyard.

I hollered at him,

but he froze.

Bone's sticking out, pop.

Papa dead?

No. He's alive, but...

It can't be for long.

He's broken nearly every bone in his body.

I gave him enough morphine

to get him down the mountain.

Better get down there, son.

Prepare the women for bad news.

About the only time the old man ever whipped me.

I remember that.

Shouldn't have sassed him.

You never did that again.

Best hunter from the valley, he was.

Till his eyes went bad on him.

I hope Clay ain't hurting too bad.

The doc put him to sleep.

Your papa's gone.

?? Now the day ??

?? is over ??

?? night is drawing nigh ??

?? shadows of the evening ??

?? steal across the sky ??

?? Jesus ??

?? give the weary ??

?? calm and sweet repose ??

?? with thy tenderest blessings ??

?? may our eyelids close ??

?? when the morning wakens ??

?? then may I arise ??

?? pure and fresh and sinless ??

?? in ??

?? thy holy eyes ??

?? amen ????

Here lies a man

who brought his bride to Spencer's mountain

over 70 years ago...

Whose children were born on this very summit...

Where his son now builds a house

for his children

and for generations to come.

Nine fine sons...

And 32 grandchildren...

Owe their being to this fine old man--

the fountainhead

of the Spencers of this valley.

It was his request

that this goodbye be kept simple.

That for the comfort of his beloved wife and family,

this hymn be sung.

?? I come to the garden alone ??

?? while the dew ??

?? is still on the roses ??

?? and the voice ??

?? I hear ??

?? falling on ??

?? my ear ??

?? the son ??

?? of god ??

?? discloses ??

?? and ??

?? he walks ??

?? with me ??

?? and he talks ??

?? with me ??

?? and he tells me ??

?? I am his own ??

?? and the joy we share ??

?? as we tarry there ??

?? none other ??

?? has ever ??

?? has ever ??

?? known ????

Would my sons gather 'round?

You, too, Clayboy.

We got to go back

to the business of living,

so I want you to hear

what your papa and me writ down.

His last will and testament.

"The old woman writes this for me

"'cause I never did learn to write myself.

"Remember when you boys got married,

"I divided up my homestead

"on Spencer's mountain amongst you.

"So I got nothing left to give nobody

"but this $37

"I tucked away for a rainy day.

"Now I'm facing the old master.

"It's my heart's wish

"that this savings do some good,

"so I'm leaving it to Clayboy,

"to help him get to that there college

"he's got his heart set on,

"knowing he'll pioneer the way

for his brothers and sisters to follow."

Good luck, Clayboy.

Aim for the stars.

Pa, I can't take grandpa's money.

That was his way of showing his faith.

But you could make it through college.

But I'm giving up college.

You mean you can't lick this Latin?

I made a promise to god I'd give it up.

Why would you do that?

When the tree fell,

I promised that if he let dad live...

Damn it, boy, I think that's one promise

the good lord won't be asking you to keep.

Good night.

Good night, sweetheart.

Good night.

Thanks for giving me a son like that.

Which one will be our bedroom?

Where did you come from?

I brought us up a picnic.

Where will we sleep?

You kill me.

Come kiss me in the bedroom.

I don't know where it will be.

Come up here, and we'll figure it out.

Seems kind of indecent.

What does?

Kissing in broad daylight.

Well, that's what makes it sexy.

You shouldn't have come up here.

You could fall through and break your neck.

It is a long way down.

Hold me.

Why'd you come up here in the first place?

So we could do this.

Do you always plan things?

One of us has to.

Like our picnic.

I planned where we'll have it.

Where?

At your secret place.

Is that all you want to do there?

No, but we could eat first.

Carry me downstairs.

Come on.

Or am I too heavy?

'Course not.

I know what you're thinking.

I know what's been on your mind

since you planned this picnic.

I didn't plan it! You did!

That's right-- blame it on me.

It's been on your mind

ever since I mentioned the secret place.

I knew you wanted to get me there

so you could try something.

Alright, then let's not go.

Don't worry.

If you don't have any willpower, I do.

Lead me to it.

Well, here it is.

Look.

Something's been here.

Oh, only a deer.

That's where he spent the night.

It's still warm from its body.

No, it's been gone since sunup.

It's just warm from the sun.

We'll have our picnic here.

Come.

Just think,

only a few short hours ago,

some wild, beautiful thing lay here.

And now look.

It's not like him to miss supper.

We used to stop and smooch a little on the way,

remember?

We never did smooch.

Not before marriage.

Depends on what you mean by smooching.

It means making love.

Not really.

Only around the edges,

like you used to let me.

Oh, stop it, Clay.

Stop!

The kids will see us.

Oh, I wish I'd never told her

that you sent him up there.

Nothing they can do up the mountain

they can't do behind our own morning glories. Right there.

I was at the house?

And me and Claris had this picnic,

and everything's fine up there, dad.

I mean, it's okay.

Your supper's in the oven.

Not hungry.

Not hungry?

Well, that's not like him.

Did--did his face seem sort of flush to you?

Do you think he's coming down with something?

Yep. Hell of a case of first love.

Clayboy won't let me in the bathroom.

You'll just have to wait your turn.

He's putting ointment all over him.

Ointment? Well, I...

I think you better go upstairs

and find out what's going on.

Let me in, son.

Wow! That's quite a sunburn.

Wow!

A lot of sun. Oh, wow!

Better let me give you a hand.

Your mother was worried.

Anything you want to tell your old man?

Like what, pop?

When a young lad's on a mountain all day

with a lively little filly like Claris,

leads his mother to imagine all sorts of things.

Next time, if I was you,

I'd try to find a shady place.

You didn't stop at the crosswalk

for the girl.

Oh, sorry, sheriff.

This here's my son.

You may see him around after next week.

It's the most beautiful place on earth.

I'm getting kind of scared.

Ah, don't worry.

He's not the scary type.

"To whom it may concern,

"this certifies that Clay Spencer Jr.

"Has completed the equivalent

"of one college semester in Latin,

"passing final examination

"with a grade of 95.

Clyde goodson."

Please place this in the Clay Spencer Jr. file,

then add his name to the roster

of the freshmen class entering on the 10th.

Don't he have to talk Latin to you?

Goodson's endorsement's enough.

By the way, neighbor Spencer,

is he a good preacher?

Well, I've been a heathen all my life,

and he's got me sitting in the amen corner on Sunday.

Converted you, huh?

Hell, no.

That's what he charged for giving my boy lessons.

Come see me when you enroll next week.

Thank you, sir.

You were able to raise the money?

All I needed was the boy being accepted.

He's my collateral.

You must live for days like this.

Let me get off!

Them all yours, Spencer?

Sure are.

This here's their ma Livvy.

And starting with the baby,

that's Donnie,

there's John, Pattycake,

Luke, Shirley,

Matt, mark, Becky,

and I think you met this boy here

that day we was breeding the bull.

He just got accepted at the university.

I'd like to use him as collateral on a new loan.

Never went to college myself.

I done pretty good.

How much you want this time?

Got it all wrote down

right here.

Let's see.

First year tuition fees,

college fees,

student activity fees, contingent fees,

lab--$528?

How will you pay this back?

Just like the power saw.

Clay and I figured we could pay you $10 each month

for 53 months.

With him still on a cane?

What if you break your neck?

The quarry's got a $500 policy

on all its employees.

If anything should happen to Clay,

I'd endorse it over to you.

I give you my word, sir.

Mr. John, you come over here.

I want words with you.

Oh, Minnie Cora,

come on out here and meet the Spencers.

I met 'em already, and I ain't presentable.

You come on over here.

My foreman brings me this little heifer

to look after me. I up and married her.

One of them May/November weddings.

How soon you need the cash?

Damn it, quit yakking and get over here!

They're sucking around after money, ain't they?

Shh. Now, baby doll...

You got me to come here and play house with you.

You said you'd name me in your will.

So I did.

That money's already mine,

and if you let them have any,

you don't come messing around me again.

Shh. Baby doll, they'll hear.

Let 'em!

Come along, children.

We'll wait for daddy in the truck.

I ain't forgot

Clayboy never bothered to come calling.

Now let them beg.

Shh, take it easy, baby doll.

You lend them money,

and I move out down the mountain.

I'd be glad to pay you interest, Mr. John.

They'd be glad to pay us interest.

Well, ya--

you see how it is.

Yes. I see how it is.

Man my age-- he gets lonesome.

Sure. Sure.

Well, thanks just the same, sir.

Uh, you might try colonel Coleman.

He's already advanced me pay every week

till my leg mends.

You're the only hope we had.

Clayboy, take them inside.

See that grandma changes them

from their Sunday clothes.

Alright.

For the first time in my life,

I wish I could swear.

Real bad.

Don't cry, sweetheart,

you'll get me to bawling, too.

Why shouldn't we bawl?

All of our life reaching out

for something better for our kids

than we ever had for ourselves,

and the one time we go begging,

all we get is a slap in the face.

And why?

Just because that little harlot said no.

We still got a week to find a way.

No. We've got to stop torturing ourselves

and our boy with false hopes.

There is no way.

Clayboy is going to end up his life

slaving in that quarry,

and so are his brothers,

so let's stop this dreaming.

I got to get this truck back to slim.

Is it safe for dad to drive?

Uh-huh.

Claris left this note for me.

Wants me to meet her at the library.

Says it's important.

Alright,

but let's keep our failures to ourselves.

I'd rather the whole world didn't know,

at least not for a little while.

I--I'm in no mood for sympathy.

Boy, do I have a surprise for you.

Admitted? By September 10th?

Yes. That's my big surprise.

We're going to be together.

We're going to be matriculated together next week.

Matriculated?

For the next four years,

we'll be going through college together.

I was in the top 10%.

Aren't you proud of me? Won't we have fun?

Claris, you'll miss your plane!

Daddy's taking me to the airport.

Better unlock the door so he won't think

this is another secret place.

What's the matter?

Is anything wrong?

Isn't it just like a dream come true?

Don't worry about having to spend money on me for dates.

I know how it is.

We'll just take long walks nights on the lake.

I'll meet you 8:00 Monday morning

on the steps of the administration building.

Do you know where it is?

Oh, I love you.

We've got to stop torturing ourselves

and our boy with false hopes.

There is no way.

Clayboy is going to end up his life

slaving in that quarry,

and so are his brothers,

so let's stop this dreaming.

Where you been all evening?

Have you gone crazy or something?

I'm going to fix this whole place up

for you, honey.

Get you a brand new sink,

gonna paint the walls.

Screen in the front porch

so you can watch the kids play.

I thought we were going to do all that

at the dream house.

Would you mind something terrible

if this was our home for always?

Of course not.

I--I love this house.

It's where my children were born.

That other house was your dream,

not mine.

Well, honey, that dream's gone up in smoke.

You know how colonel Coleman's

always been after that property?

I sold it to him tonight--

all except the graveyard grove.

Come morning, our boy's going out to that college.

If he makes good, he'll help Matt get started,

and Matt will help Becky,

and right on down the line.

Oh, Clay.

Oh, Clay, of course they'll make it.

They're all thoroughbreds.

There's not a throwaway in the bunch,

just like you said.

They'll turn out to be doctors and nurses

and lawyers-- even presidents.

I got Clayboy a going-away suit.

I don't want no son of mine

looking like a hillbilly.

Oh, Clay, darling.

Well, good luck, Clayboy.

God bless you.

Don't you dare unpin your college money

until you're face to face with the Dean.

Don't take up any fancy ways, boy.

Trust in god and go to church.

Amen.

Make us proud.

Say goodbye to your brother, kids.

I want to go with Clayboy.

Come here, Pattycake.

I love you, sweetheart.

Now, be good, huh?

Come here.

Okay.

Someday it'll be your turn, dear.

Remember how much you're loved.

Give 'em hell, kid.

Going far, son?

Right far.