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[Bandit barking]

Shoo! Shoo!

[Sighs]

Timothy, this is
an excellent essay.

I'd say it's
another a-plus.

Thanks, Miss Beadle.

You know,
I learned things

about medical history
I never knew before.

But then, you're
the one that's going to
be the doctor, right?

I want to be,
more than anything else.

Well, then,
you will be.

Miss Beadle.
Miss Beadle.

Yes, Nellie?

Laura Ingalls isn't
reading her McGuffey.

Willie: And neither
is Andrew Garvey.

They're hiding
penny dreadfuls.

Laura: Snitches!

Miss Beadle:
All right, let me see
what you're reading.

"The bleeding hand
strikes back."

"Murder on the moors."

"The fabulous adventures
of farnsdale fremont,

master sleuth
of Scotland yard"?

This Mr. Fremont
sounds like a pretty
exciting character.

Exciting?
He's fabulous!

He's not McGuffey.

She knows that,
Nellie-tellie!

Are you gonna keep
them after school,
Miss Beadle?

Miss Beadle: Well,
Willie, I don't see
why I should.

I mean, they were
reading, weren't they?

I mean, it does improve
their vocabulary,

although I don't see
what good it's gonna
do around walnut grove.

All right. Not in school
anymore, all right?

-Yes, ma'am.
-Yes, ma'am.

Laura: Bandit!
Come here, boy.

Bandit!

Come here.

Naughty dog.
Come here, silly.

Come on, silly.

Come on
over here.

That-a boy. Yeah.

Good boy. Yeah.

I've been robbed!
That's the second time
this week.

That definitely
proves one thing.

What?

Somebody likes
your ma's cooking.

Well, so do I!

When I can get it.

Thanks.

I think this one will do.

Oh, fine.
That's 23 cents.

It seems kind of
silly locking up
the smokehouse

after the hens
is gone anyhow.

Clean you out?

No. He just got two,
one at a time.

Mighty considerate
thief, but two hens
is two too many.

Well, you know,
there has been

quite a rash of thefts
roundabouts lately.

The way I hear it,
they've only been
taking foodstuffs.

Ah, time was, a man could
leave his door unlatched

and not worry
about thievery.

I don't know what
things are coming to.

Ah...well, it's a shame,
that's what it is.

But our locks have been
selling like hotcakes.

Well, ain't nothing
so bad that there

can't be some good
out of it. Nels.

Good day, Jonathan.

[Humming]

This keeps up...

We're gonna have to
order some more locks.

Oh! Well, I hope so.

What?

Are you saying
that you hope

that these
robberies continue?

Well, land's sakes, Nels,
I'm not committing them.

I'm just trying to look
on the bright side of things.

If people continue
to be robbed,
we're making money.

And if this demand continues,

I think we should
raise the price.

Harriet!
We cannot profiteer

on our neighbors'
misfortunes.

Nels, you are looking
at it all wrong.

How am I supposed
to look at it?

We are helping people.

We are saving them money
by selling them locks,

which keeps their goods
from being stolen.

Eh?

You know, Harriet,
your trouble is,

you're always thinking
of other people.

[Sighs]
I know it, Nels.

Trouble is, I have too soft
a heart for my own good.

[Quietly]
Hard as a rock.

What?

I said I've got to
check the stock.

Ah.
[Humming]

You know, that
must be one hungry
kind of thief.

He's not hungry.
I am!

I gave you
half my lunch.

So, I'm only
half-starved.

Maybe we ought
to be looking
for a fat thief.

Yeah, but on the other hand,
pop, the creeper--

oh, that's what
we decided to call
the mysterious marauder--

the creeper
could be somebody
thin with worms.

You know something, Andy?

You're getting to be more
like fremont every day.

Ha ha ha!

[Knocking]

Mr. Hanson?

Well,
good afternoon,
Timothy.

What can I
do for you?

I was wondering
if you're hiring yet.

Oh, you didn't
get a job yet?

I've looked all over.
There just don't seem
to be any openings.

Yeah, well,
things are pretty
tight around here.

I wish I could help,

but there just
isn't the work.

Yeah, I know.

Well, thanks anyway,
Mr. Hanson.

But if I hear
of anything,

I'll tell you.

Yeah, thanks.

Bye.

Dr. Baker.

Timothy.

Just got back from
visiting your father.

How do you
think he's doing?

As well as can be
expected after a heart
attack like his.

It just takes time,
Timothy.

He needs rest,
no exertion whatsoever,

and plenty of good,
solid food to build
his strength back.

But you know that as well
as I do, don't you?

You've read
practically every book
in my medical library.

Just about.

College scholarship
examination's coming
up pretty soon.

Think you're
ready for it?

I hope so.

Miss Beadle's been giving
me special tutoring,

and I study
every chance I get.

Good. Got everything
you need at the house?

I mean,
I could help if--

no, thanks. I mean,
we're getting along,

but you know pa.

He wouldn't take
anything from anyone.

Ha! Well, that's Bailey
Farrell, all right.

Salt of the earth,
but Irish stubborn.

All the same,
you know where I am
if you need me.

Right, Dr. Baker.
Thanks.

Laura: By now,
I'm full-starved.

Me, too,
Mrs. Ingalls.

Well, we can't
have that, can we?

It just so
happens that

I baked a nice apple
pie for supper,

but I suppose we can
spare some for two
starving victims.

Thank you, ma.

My pie!

It was cooling right here,
and now it's gone.

The creeper
strikes again.

Doggone it, Andy!

If we don't catch
that creeper,

he's gonna turn us
all into skeletons.

Charles: Hey, Mary,
gonna have some fresh
butter, huh?

Laura: Come on.
Let's tell pa
what happened.

Laura: Pa!
We've been robbed.

Charles: I didn't
know we had anything
worth stealing.

Caroline: Well, that's
not a very nice thing

to say about my apple pie.

If it's your apple pie,
that's a different story.

The thief should
be horsewhipped.

Laura: And my
lunch again, too.

He's got
good taste.

Got everything you wanted
on the list except vinegar.
They were out.

Oh, thank you.

Laura: We're gonna
catch that creeper, pa.

Me and Andrew
are forming
a detective agency.

Garvey
and Ingalls.

Ingalls and Garvey.
I'm older.

Ha ha ha!

It's not funny.
We're gonna hire out

and make bushels
of money.

I want to be
a detective, too.

It must be catching.
I better go make
another pie.

All righty.

Mind if I ask you two
masterminds a question?

What, pa?

Well, forming
this detective agency,

what do you two
know about detecting?

I've read every
one of his books--

fremont
of Scotland yard.

I know every one
of his cases and
how he solved them.

And I've been
reading them, too.

Fremont, huh?

Must be
pretty good.

Andrew: The best.

You got to
remember you're
not fremont.

Who's gonna
hire you?

Yeah, a couple of kids.

What cases
have we solved?

Well, everybody's
got to start somewhere.

Look at Allan Pinkerton.

He was just
a plain barrel maker

until he solved
the counterfeiting case.

Now he's got
the Pinkerton
detective agency,

and he's making
a fortune.

All we have to do

is catch the creeper
of walnut grove,

and everyone will be
wanting to hire us!

They'll be lining up!

We'll make a fortune.

I got to admit, it'd be
nice to have somebody

with money in the family
for a change.

Good luck.

I want to be
a detective!

You can't.
You're too young.

I want to be one.

Let's make her
a spy.

OK. You're a spy.

Goody!
I'm a spy, I'm a spy!

What's a spy?

You hide behind things
and spy on people.

You see what
they're doing,

but they
don't know it.

When do I start?

Right now.

OK!

Ha ha! Now we can
start laying our plans.

Pa?

Pa?

Oh, son...

How are you feeling?

Oh, a mite better,
I think.

Of course, I'd feel
a lot better

if I didn't
have to lie here

like a rotten log,

letting you carry
all the burdens.

You've taken care of me
all your life, pa.

Now it's my turn
to take care of you.

Yeah, but you're
dropping out of school
to go to work.

That's the worst of it,
Timothy.

I don't mind, pa.
And it's just until

you get strong enough to go
back to work yourself.

And besides,

I'm still studying nights
for that scholarship.

Aye, there's that.

I'll start supper.

You're home
early today.

Mr. Baxter let me go
after I finished the plowing.

Baxter.

You know, I can't
seem to place the name.

They're new folks, pa.

Quite a ways out of town
to the north.

They pay good wages, too.

Food.

Another ham...

And a nice apple pie.

Apple pie.

I don't think I'll have
any trouble eating that.

Think he'll
take the bait?

We know
he likes apple pie.

And besides, fremont
of Scotland yard,

he caught the beast
of Britain the same way.

He didn't use
apple pie.

I know.
He used diamonds.

But it worked,
didn't it?

Yeah.

Come on,
let's get in closer.

[Barking]

Laura:
Bandit. Bandit!

Both: Go away!
Go away!

Bandit, go away.

Bandit, shh! Shh!

Bandit, be quiet!

Bandit!
Go away, bandit!

Be quiet, bandit!

Bandit, you're
gonna give us away.
Now go away!

Bandit, go away!

Bandit, go away!

Oh!

Whew!

Oh, no!

My lunch
pail's been moved.

Andrew: I didn't
see anybody.

Me neither, 'cause
of that darn dog.

Well, it worked.

Yeah, but we didn't.

He took a sandwich.

At least
he left us one.

Oh, real generous.

It's all bandit's fault.

I've got an idea.

What?

Remember "the curse
of crown castle"?

Of course I do.
What about it?

Fremont of Scotland yard

got a bloodhound to track
the scent of the culprit.

We could get bandit
to do the same thing.

He ain't no bloodhound.

I know, but he
doesn't know that.

Come on. Let's go.

I want you to pick up
the scent, OK?

Pick up the scent
and track.

Find the creeper.
Track. Take the smell.

That-a-boy.
Smell it good.

I told you
he ain't no bloodhound.

Well, give him a chance!

OK, bandit, one more
smell, one more smell.

Bandit, come back here!

Bandit, come back here
with my sandwich!

Congregation: ♪ the beautiful,
the beautiful river ♪

♪ gather with the saints
at the river ♪

♪ that flows by the throne
of god ♪

Reverend: Before the sermon,

there are a few
announcements.

We would like to congratulate
Mr. and Mrs. Spadelli

on the birth
of a new son.

[Congregation murmurs]

And your prayers are requested
for the speedy recovery

of Bailey Farrell.

Oh, Mrs. Oleson
wishes to report that

the mercantile was broken
into last night and robbed.

Yes. A jar of
peach preserves,

a container of tea,
two loaves of bread,

and a pound
of sweet butter.

And Mrs. Oleson
wishes to announce

that she's offering
a generous reward

in the interest
of lowering the crime rate.

And raising
the morality
of walnut grove.

It's a reward of $5.00
for the apprehension

of the person or persons
responsible.

Mrs. Oleson: Oh, yes!

I would like to
remind the congregation

that the sale continues
at the mercantile.

That's locks,
shotguns, traps--

thank you,
Mrs. Oleson.

Thank you.

Uh-huh.

I'm sure that the
congregation is well aware

of your stock at
the mercantile.

Mrs. Oleson:
There they are.

Mr. Oleson: All right,
children, come on.

Come along.

Mrs. Oleson:
Come. Come, Willie.

Drive over and see
your aunt Victoria.

And don't forget
the locks, too.

Come along?

-Nah.
-Aunt Vicky's a bore.

Ah! Now, you watch
your tongue.

You happen to be
talking about your
mother's sister.

It's all right.
You can just stay home
and watch the store

and make sure we
don't get robbed again.

Children!

We got to stay in town.

Pa? Can I
stay in town?

-Me, too!
-What for?

Business.

Well, what kind
of business?

Oh. Agency business.

-Shh!
-Shh!

Well, all right.
Now, don't be late
for supper.

I won't.

You be home
on time, now.

Thanks, ma.
Bye, pa.

Caroline: Behave.

Thanks, pa!
Thanks, ma!

Don't get in
any trouble!

Laura: Nellie! Willie!

Andrew: You want
to help us catch
the creeper?

Why should we
help you?

Your store was
robbed, wasn't it?

Think how proud
your parents will be.

They already are.

Laura: Yeah,
but this will give
them a reason.

Tell you what.
We'll split the $5.00
reward with you.

OK. 3 for us,
and 2 for you.

Hey,
that's not fair!

It's our ma's money,
isn't it?

All right.

What do we do?

What fremont did in
"the mask of the mummy."

Another print.

This place
is a goldmine.

There's fingerprints
all over the place.

Nellie:
I need more flour.

Willie: Me, too.

What are you--
hang on!

I want
the flour, too!

I need some!

[Laughing]

Look at Nellie!

They look like ghosts!

Now look
what you did!

Oh, there's a ghost!

[Bell rings]

Mrs. Oleson:
Oh, good grief!

Mr. Oleson:
Laura, Andrew, out.

Out!

Good heavens!

Oh! Get--get--
get away from me!

Mr. Oleson: What
is this all about?

What is
going on here?

Oh, my...

We're collecting
fingerprints.

So we can
catch the crook.

And collect
the reward.

I'll give you
a reward!

[Nellie screams]

Nels! Now,
don't you dare

lay a finger
on the children!

It's not
their fault!

I had more than
a finger in mind.

Ah! You clean up
in here,

and I'll change
the children.

Turn around.
Darling...

-If only you could.
-What?

I said
I wish you would.

We got a plan
to catch the creeper.

Mother says you're
a bad influence.

But this will be
your big chance to
make it up to them.

And this time,
your parents
won't be involved.

We'll all
be famous.

Heroes. Everybody will
be talking about us.

What's the plan?

We're gonna
lure the creeper
into a trap.

Then we'll pounce.

It'll take
all four of us

to catch a desperate
character like the creeper.

Where do
we lure him?

Tyler's feed
and grain.

It's the perfect
place to pounce.

How do we
get him there?

We tell everybody
that Mr. Tyler keeps

all his money in
an unlocked cash box.

Is that really true?

Course not,
but that's what we got
to tell everybody.

Yeah. We got to tell
them how foolish
Mr. Tyler is,

with all that
money lying around,

not buying a lock
for his door.

Well, what do you say?

When?

Tonight.

Nellie!

Willie!

Nellie! Willie!

[Sighs]
They aren't here yet.

Wonder what's
keeping them.

I don't know.

Come on. Let's wait
for them upstairs.

[Nels snoring]

[Squeak]

[Nels snores]

[Knocking softly]

[Whispering]
Come on.

Shh...

Boy, you're noisy.

[Door clicks]

Be quiet!

Shut up!

Nels!

Nels!

Oh, idiot!

Nellie:
Willie! Hurry up!

Willie:
I'm hurrying!

Hey!

Ah! Ooh!

Wake up.

I think you
cracked a rib.

Shhh! Stop thinking
about yourself.

What am I supposed
to think about?

Your children,
that's who.

They just crept
down the stairway.

Did it ever
occur to you

that they might
be the crepper--
I mean the creeper.

-Oh, Harriet.
-Well?

Why would our own children
want to steal from us?

Or anybody else,
for that matter?

Well, who knows?

But sometimes
the richest children
steal things.

Oh, Harriet.

Oh! Now, I heard
a rumor today

that Tyler keeps a
lot of money in his
place, and no lock.

Ha ha! So, come on.
Let's follow them.

All right.
You go on ahead.

I'm gonna check
the outhouse first.

That's probably
where they went.

Oh, you coward.

What?

I said you're a coward!

Somebody's coming.

Shhh!

Hope it's
Nellie and Willie.

Laura: Quick,
hide behind the door.
Behind the door.

["Shave and a haircut"
knocked on door]

It's them.

Come on in.

-Did anyone follow you?
-No.

Good. Now,
when he comes,

we have to get
in the right place
so that we can jump--

[footsteps]

It's him!

Dang it, Willie,
you scared me.

It's dark down here.
I'm afraid.

Shh! Be quiet.

Yeeeaaah!

Aaah!

Andrew:
I've got him!

[Struggling]

Laura: I got her.

[Screaming]

Ew!
It's greasy!

I got her!

What--

what are you--
what are you doing?

Laura:
I got the creeper!

Get off of there!
Get--

Willie:
It's the creeper!

We caught the creeper,
Mr. Oleson.

The creeper?
That is no creeper.

That is my wife!

Charles: Nels,
I want to thank you
for bringing her home.

I'm terribly sorry
about the whole thing.

Good night.

All right, now,
we're gonna have a few
new rules around here.

Nobody goes out at night.

Nobody. Unless it's
to go to the outhouse,

and you darn well better
have to go!

-Pa?
-Yeah.

I have to go.

All right, go.
Go on.

And another thing,

I don't want you to
go near the Olesons,

especially
Nellie and Willie.

And I don't
want you reading
any more of those

penny dreadfuls
about that fremont
of Scotland yard.

Yes, sir.

I can't hear you.

Yes, sir.

All right.

Carrie: Mama, mama!

What is it?

I spied
somebody.

Where?
In the outhouse?

No.
In the henhouse.

Girls, stay inside.

Could you see
who it was?

It was too dark.

I think it was
just her imagination.

Probably shadows
or something.

Well, look at bandit.
He hasn't made a sound.

Caroline: Hmmm.
Some watchdog.

Matilda's gone.

Oh, no! She's
my best laying hen.

No one goes
out at night,

except for
the creeper.

Bandit, come on.

Outside. Let's go.

Come on, outside!

Dog's gonna stand watch
until the cr--

until the thief
is caught.

Well, don't
just sit there!
You go on to bed.

Night, Laura.

Good night, pa.

I'm gonna get
a cup of coffee.

Andrew: My pa laid
down the law, too--

no more night work
and no more reading
about fremont.

Laura: Nobody said
what we couldn't
do during the day.

Yeah! You know, I was
just thinking about

"the headless corpse
of midnight manor."

Fremont knew
the criminal always

returned to the scene
of the crime.

Looking for his head.

So he rigged an alarm
that would go off when
the criminal came back,

and he caught him!

Head in hands.

So, that's what
we got to do--

make an alarm
that will go off

when the creeper
comes back to steal
another hen.

What if he runs away again,
like he did last time?

Remember "the red
shroud of Satan"?

Fremont used a dye,
one the culprit
couldn't wash off,

and he caught him.

Red-handed.

We got to buy some
indelible dye. Come on.

I think I better
wash up first.

What is it you're
reading there?

History. The scholarship
examination's Friday.

And you'll win it, too.

I don't know, pa.

There are a lot of
other people taking it.

But none of the name
Timothy Farrell.

You know, a man
could manage nicely

on a diet of ham and
eggs, 2, 3 times a day.

Mr. Baxter said that if
I could work late again,

he'd let me have
a couple of more hens.

You're not getting your
proper rest as it is.

Another night won't
amount to nothing.

Well...

Boy!

[Barking]

Shhh. Easy.

[Chickens clucking]

Laura: Pa!

Pa, it's the creeper!
Where's pa?

You stay here.
I'll go see.

[Caroline gasps]

[Chuckling]

[Groaning]

Caroline:
You about ready?

Yeah, just about.

Want to make sure
I get it all out.

Kids and their
detective agency.

You ready?

Uh-huh.

Charles: Ah!

Oh!

Whoo! Ha ha ha!

Whoo!

Good to get
that out.

[Caroline giggling]

What's funny?

Ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha!
Charles...

Green...
Ha ha ha!

You Bury the mercantile
under a blanket of flour,

then you assault
Mrs. Oleson, and now this.

Well, I hereby declare the
firm of Garvey and Ingalls--

Ingalls
and Garvey.

Ingalls and Garvey,
Garvey and Ingalls,

it doesn't make any
difference to me.

You're out of business.

And furthermore,
I'm gonna assign you
some extra chores,

and that includes
Saturdays and Sundays.

Charles,
not on Sunday.

All right. If she
can't work, she can sit.

You can sit
up in the loft and
read the good book.

For how long?

Until my hair
gets back to normal,

that's how long.

That long?

Timothy, I know how much
this test means to you.

Yes, ma'am.

And don't be nervous.
Just do your best,
all right?

All right.

Afternoon,
Dr. Baker.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, doctor.

Just thought I'd drop by

and wish you
success, Timothy.

Thanks.

You know, you'd be
the first person

to win a scholarship
from these parts
since John, Jr.

That's right.
First home-grown doctor

walnut grove's
ever produced.

If I ever get
past the test.

I have every
confidence you will.

Timothy, you were
meant to be a doctor.

Good luck.

Thank you, doctor.

All right,
you have two hours.

You may begin.

[Bell ringing]

Charles: Why don't you all
go in and sit down,

and I'll meet you inside
in a little while, huh?

Caroline:
Go ahead, girls.

You can't wear
your hat forever,
Charles.

Besides,
you wouldn't
want to be guilty

of the sin of pride,
now, would you?

Caroline, how am I
gonna be proud of,
uh, this, uh...

Green head of
prairie grass I got?

[Giggles]

It isn't funny.

I'm sorry.

Come on.

Let's get it
over with.

There's no seats.
I think we can just
stay back here.

Mary: Pa, over here.

Nearer my god to thee.

[People laughing]

[Laughter dies down]

The...subject
for today's sermon...

Which I selected
several days ago,

is based on
the 23rd psalm.

The lord is my Shepherd,
I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures...Ha ha ha!

[Congregation laughing]

I'm--I'm taking the wagon.
I'll meet you at home.

Miss Beadle: Caroline!

Caroline.

Excuse me.

Caroline, I was
wondering if you could
do me a great favor

and stop by
the Farrell farm
on your way home.

Well, I really
should get home
and see to Charles.

Maybe Laura
wouldn't mind.

Oh, would you?

I'd be glad to,
Miss Beadle.

I'd love to go myself,
but I'm afraid

I'm just not up to
the hike there and back,

and the news is just
too good to wait.

What news,
Miss Beadle?

Well, I got this
letter yesterday
from St. Paul.

It seems that Timothy won
the college scholarship.

[Everyone talking]

Andrew: Can I
go with you?

-Sure.
-Can I, pa?

Go ahead.
Go ahead.

Give him
my congratulations!

Laura:
I will.

It's wonderful.
Bye-bye.

Bye.

[Knocking]

The door is unlatched.
Come in.

Laura!
Andrew.

You're a sight
for sore eyes.

How you doing,
Mr. Farrell?

Coming along,
coming along.

Hoping I'll be back
on me feet soon

so Timothy can stop
his working and get
back to school.

The lad's
a working fool.

Even on Sundays.

He's got another job,
he has, at the Harkey farm.

The Harkey farm?

Aye.
New people they are,

like the Baxters he
was working for before.

A true Farrell,
the lad is,

accepting charity
from no one.

But here I am,
going on,

raving with the praise
and pride of me boy
without asking,

what brings you
to the Farrells''?

Oh, we just came by
to say hello.

See how you were
coming along.

'Tis good neighbors
you are.

I'll tell Timothy
you stopped by.

And tell Miss Beadle
I'll be up and around soon,

and Timothy will be
back to school.

We will.

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

Do you know a Harkey?

Uh-uh. Never even
heard of him.

I wonder why
he told his father
he's not going to--

[chicken clucking]

[Sighs]

It's Matilda.

Guess the case
is solved.

With no help
from fremont, either.

Just plain ol'
dumb luck.

Somehow, I don't
feel so lucky.

Me neither.

What are we
gonna do now?

What would fremont do?

I don't know.

He never had
a case like this.

There's only one man
who can handle a case
like this.

Who?

My pa.

[Hammering]

Pa?

You come to help?

We need help.

Well, you got it.

It's about
the creeper.

Are you two looking
for more trouble?

No, sir.
We got enough.

Good. Good-bye.

Laura: Pa,
we know who he is.

It's Timothy Farrell.

Timothy.

He needed food
to keep his
father alive...

And himself,
too, I guess.

We knew he was looking
for work all over,

but he couldn't
find any.

And he won't
ask for charity.

Now Miss Beadle says
he's won the college
scholarship.

Will he lose it
if people find out
he's the creeper?

Laura: If he goes to jail,
what will happen to his pa?

It'll be the end
for both of them.

What will we do,
Mr. Ingalls?

I can't answer that, Andrew.
Not right now, anyway.

But I'll do
the best I can.

I don't want you two
to say anything

about what you
learned, all right?

-Yes, sir.
-Yes, sir.

All right, you go on.
Run along.

Timothy.

That sounds as though
we may have company.

Who is it, son?

It's Mr. Ingalls
and some other men, pa.

Well, ask them in.

Timothy, we'd like
to talk to you
and your father.

Sure. Come on in.

Welcome, gentlemen.

Bailey,
how you doing?

Oh, better, thank you.
Much better.

Glad to hear it.

Good afternoon.

What brings you
to the farrells'?

Happy tidings, Bailey.
Timothy has won

a full 4-year state
scholarship to college.

Including
room and board.

Mr. Hanson: And
an allowance for extras.

The lord be praised.

Timothy,
you've done it!

Thank you,

but I don't think
I can go.

Now, hold on a minute,
before you say anything.

We've been talking it
over, and we've got

a little proposition we'd
like to make to you.

Doc, why don't
you tell him?

Well, as much as I
hate to admit it,

Bailey,
I'm not immortal.

And the time is
going to come when

walnut grove needs
another doctor--

when this doctor
needs a doctor.

Another thing,
Bailey,

doc baker tells us
you just ain't
gonna be able

to work as hard
as you did before
your attack.

Charles: That's right.
Now, look, Bailey,

what we're talking
about is...

Is a proposal like this.

What we'd like to do
is kind of pitch in
a little bit for you,

just as long as it
takes for Timothy to get
through medical school.

And then once he
becomes a doctor,
he'll come back here.

There's, uh...

There's a man's pride,
you know.

Charles: Well, of course
there is. You got every
right to be proud.

We are all proud.

It's the most prideful
thing that ever happened
to walnut grove.

You know,
Bailey Farrell,
this isn't charity.

Lord, no.
We can't afford that.

Charles: Now, look,
Bailey, this is strictly
a business proposition.

If anything, we're being
selfish on our part.

Come on.
What do you say?

It's, um...

It's up to the lad here.

Timothy?

Mr. Ingalls, can I
speak to you outside
for a moment, please?

Sure.

Mr. Ingalls,
there's something
I have to tell you.

It's just that...

You know, I figure
you owe each one
of us a free visit

once you
start doctoring.

Doc baker usually
takes a good laying hen
for an office call.

You know?

We all do.

Now, go on. Get
in there and tell
them you accept.

Thank you all.
It's a deal.

Ha ha!
Good lad!

[All talking]

If only your mother
were here.

Wouldn't she be
the proud one!

Mr. Hanson:
Well, that was nice.

Yes, it was.
Thank you.

Well, doc, a few years,

you're gonna have
a little competition.

Us old country doctors
can handle it.

Well, doc,
it's mighty big of you,
taking it that way.

Some guys
around here I know

would be turning
green with envy.

Get in the wagon,
will ya? Ha ha ha!

[All laughing]