All language subtitles for The Waltons S07E18 Attack.eng

Easy, easy!

Call the hospital.
Tell them we're on our way.

- Kind of makes you feel numb, doesn't it?
- I'm so scared.

- So is Corabeth.
- I'll call the hospital.

For as long
as we could remember,

Ike Godsey's General Merchandise Store

had been the social center
of our community.

Friendships were forged
over loaves of bread.

The place was a clearing house for news,
rumor and, often as not, gossip.

Adventure in those days
was having a nickel to spend

and time to gaze into the candy counter

for as long as we liked
before making a selection.

Little did we know then how much
that store and its occupants meant to us,

until one terrifying day in 1942.

You say you didn't get
last month's report?

Oh, I don't understand.
I helped fill it out myself. Yeah.

I mailed it myself.

Hurry up, Ike! I haven't got all day.

Look, it is not my fault.

I don't know where it is. It's probably
somewhere between here and there.

Listen, blame your own post office.

I'm a paying customer.
Get off of that phone!

Fill out a duplicate?

Look, it took Mrs. Godsey and I hours
to fill it out in the first place.

I don't have time to do
that thing all over again

and then run a store, too.

- Terribly sorry, mister.
- You're sorry?

I swear, if they're running the war
the way they run the OPA,

the Germans are going to be
in Washington by Christmas.

- Who's first?
- I came after some sugar, again.

I'm sorry, Maude, there is still no sugar,

and I don't have the slightest idea
when we're going to have any.

My cousin Ida says
there's plenty of sugar to be had.

I think he's just hoarding it away

to sell it to those rich folks
in Charlottesville.

- Maude, Ike wouldn't do anything like that.
- Maude, that would be dishonest.

Well, then give me a half a cupful
and I'll be on my way.

And the police won't know a thing about it.

Maude, I swear,
if I had any sugar, I'd sell it to you,

but Corabeth and I don't even have enough
for our own sugar bowl.

- Bye, Maude.
- Bye.

- Bye, Maude.
- Oh, bye.

- I hope you are not out of friction tape.
- Not yet, but give it time.

- How much do you need, John?
- Couple of rolls.

You know, Maude is
the third customer this week

who's taking all her shopping to Rockfish.

And the fact is that there's no more sugar
in Rockfish than there is here.

Where is it all?

It's in Cuba. The trouble is
that there aren't enough boats

to be able to go down there and pick it up.

I swear, John, running a store
is getting rougher and rougher every week,

with the shortages and the rationing
and the OPA reports and the price freezes.

But I keep telling myself
that it's all for the war effort.

Oh, I've got a gas customer.
Talk to you later.

What are you doing there? Hey!

Go on! Go on! Go on!

- Hi, Daddy.
- That mule was out of the barn again.

He was in your mama's flower bed.

- He's not mine.
- Well, whose is he?

- He used to be John-Boy's.
- Whose is he now?

And when was the last time
he did any work around here?

Ask Jim-Bob.
Jim-Bob's supposed to take care of him.

Nobody ever said anything to me about it.
But I feed him every day.

We can't afford an animal
who does nothing but eat.

- What are we supposed to do with him?
- I think maybe it's time to sell him.

- You can't sell Blue! He's one of the family.
- I'm sorry, honey.

Nobody seems to want to take care of him.
He just wonders all over the place.

We can't afford to feed him,
and he never does any work.

You two find someone
who can put him to good use.

You can split the sales price between you.
Come on, Ben, we got work to do.

Yes, Daddy.

What are we waiting for, Elizabeth?
Let's go put up that sign.

You know something, Jim-Bob? You're
heartless. You'd sell me if you could.

...everybody wants
everything I don't seem to have...

Mr. Godsey, could you step over here
for a moment, please?

Corabeth, would you
leave me alone, please?

I'm trying to put together an order
and I need my mind to be able to think.

Mr. Godsey, need I remind you

that you are not the only person
facing a deadline?

The Office of Price Administration
will not wait one more day for these forms.

Now, first of all, what I need to know

is how many gallons of gasoline
did we sell last month?

You got the wrong form.

I beg your pardon.

You see those three letters there? "OPM."

We're supposed to be making out
a report to the OPA.

Well, yes, but the local
representative of the DCB

thought that it might be more helpful
if we filed an OPM report with the OPA,

which could then be forwarded to the BEW
for use in allocation planning.

Corabeth,

J.D. Pickett is the only person in these
parts that fills out an OPM report.

Now, if the OWI tells the OPA
that we're giving information

to the SPAB and not them,
well, they're gonna call in the WRA

and they're gonna put us in jail
for the rest of the war.

Well, now, I seriously doubt
that that will happen.

Now, are you going to help me
with these forms or not?

Corabeth, give me five minutes, will you?

Very well, I will see what I can do
with them in the meantime.

- Hey, Ike. Hi, Corabeth.
- Hello, kids, what can I do for you?

Lke, is it okay
if we put this in your window?

"White mule for sale. "

Why, I'd buy him myself
if he could make out government forms.

Yeah, sure, go ahead.

I'm never going to be able
to get this order together.

- Oh, I'll go pump the gas for you.
- Oh, thank you, Jim-Bob. You're a godsend.

Now, let's see, we got
the chocolate chips. Right.

And then that's the...

Do you have any sugar yet?

Is that all anybody ever comes up
and asks for is sugar?

It's just Mary Ellen's cooking,
it's awful without it.

Well, I think it's kind of
a relief not to have sugar.

I mean, you know those sauces
that Corabeth makes all the time.

It's kind of nice just to have plain
old just meat and potatoes, you know?

- Maybe we should stroke the other way.
- Why? He wouldn't like it.

Besides, it'd make him look funny,
with his hair sticking straight up.

That's what I mean.
Then nobody would buy him.

Hey, Clarence.
What you got there?

The sign you and Elizabeth
put up in Godsey's store.

What did you take it down for?

How much are you asking
for this broken-down mule?

Fifteen bucks.

- Let's have a look.
- He's the finest mule in Jefferson County.

Actually, he's old and dying,
not worth the hay to feed him.

Elizabeth!

He's got some rare disease.

Makes him foam at the mouth
and holler all night.

She just doesn't want
to sell him, that's all.

Fifteen dollars is a right high price.

He's really easy on gas, though.
You don't need those ration coupons.

- I'll give you 13.
- We're selling our best friend.

Fourteen.
- There's a price freeze on.

We have to freeze the price at 15 dollars.

- Okay, 15 dollars.
- You're making a terrible mistake.

Sold!

Come on, Blue.

Hope to see you later, Blue.

What are you going to do
with your share, Elizabeth?

Buy a picture of Judas, maybe.

It seemed kind of strange,

having to set an alarm clock
to get up this morning.

I know, Blue is the best alarm clock
in the world.

The loudest mule in Virginia.

Mr. Godsey, you will have to see
to the customers this morning.

I must rearrange the perfume display.

Change is the essence
of good salesmanship.

Corabeth, I've got all this mail to sort.

Oh, dear! Look at those shelves.
I told you to let me do it.

- What's wrong with them?
- Well, they're in such disarray!

How can you possibly hope to maintain
the confidence of your customers?

Corabeth, what is so important about cans
of beets all in a straight row anyway?

- Oh, never mind, I'll do it.
- No! I'll do it!

I'll do it. I'll take care of them, okay?

As if I didn't have
more important things to do.

The OPA is on my back night and day.

My gas customers
are upset with gas rationing

and they're taking it out on me.

And I'm trying to run a store
and a post office

and a Civil Defense headquarters
all at the same time.

And I've got bills to pay.

- What is it?
- I don't know.

Get help.

I don't know
how I'll ever break the news to Aimee.

I wouldn't tell her just yet.
Let's wait and see what happens.

Yes, yes, you're right.

I shouldn't interrupt her education unless

worse comes to worse.

There's no change.

We're going to continue to keep him
pretty heavily sedated for a while.

Maybe it's best if we left.

Well, the more rest and quiet
he gets, the better.

Oh, but I...

- I have to stay here with Mr. Godsey.
- There'll be a nurse here all night.

It's all my fault.

- That's nonsense, Corabeth.
Come on, Corabeth.

I've never seen a heart attack case
where the spouse didn't take the blame.

If only I hadn't pushed him so hard.

I drove him to it.

Oh, Corabeth, who knows
what makes these things happen?

Maybe he worried about the war too much.

That's still thousands of miles away.

How about the price freeze
and the shortages and all the paperwork?

That put pressure on him, didn't it?

Not enough to give him a heart attack.

Well, and all the extra business he got
from the Pickett Defense Plant.

- I mean, that was a burden, wasn't it?
- Perhaps a little.

And all his customers
he's known all his life

that go to Rockfish
the minute something goes wrong.

Or Aimee's private school? Or the bills?

Maybe I should have just
done more to help.

Corabeth, you're not giving yourself
enough credit.

Without you, he might have
had this heart attack long ago

and I think you know it.

I don't want him to die!

Corabeth, none of us do.

I can't ever remember
the store being closed on a work day.

The place is awful lonely.

Lke's going
to get better, isn't he?

Well, with a heart attack,
you never really know.

If he does get better,
it's going to take a long time.

I just wish we'd hear
some news about him.

I thought only old people had heart attacks.

I don't think you'll have to worry
about that for a long time, Elizabeth.

What about Daddy? He's about Ike's age.

I guess it just depends on the person.

Maybe we should make it
a little bit easier on Daddy.

He'd never let us get away with that.

That's for sure. Being pampered
is the last thing he wants.

It would be for his own good
if we made him rest a little bit more.

Watch out.

- What are you all doing here?
- We're waiting for Corabeth.

Well, I came to pick up some things for her.

She's staying in town
until Ike gets out of the hospital.

When will that be?

It's hard to say at this point.
He is pretty serious.

I guess we're going to have to do
all our shopping in Rockfish for a while.

Looks that way.

Well, enough of us go to town,
that shouldn't be any problem.

I worry about
those vegetables spoiling.

Maybe we can buy some of the food.

It's not a bad idea.
Put some of this stuff to use.

Why does the store have to close?

- Who's going to run it, Santa Claus?
- Well, what about us?

- Morning, you two.
- Hi, Daddy.

- You're off to the store?
- We got the first shift.

Ike always says how busy Saturday is.
We figured it'd take the both of us.

- Hi, Daddy.
- Good morning, Ben.

Here, why don't you have a seat?

- What for, Son?
- I'm going to make you some breakfast.

What do you think I'm having?

- Well, that's not a very good meal.
- Good enough for me.

- What do you want to talk to me about?
- Oh, nothing.

Why did you ask me to sit down?

I just wanted you to feel more comfortable.

Well, I was plenty comfortable
standing up, Son.

Oh, I think I could take care
of all the mill by myself today.

- Good, I got some errands to run.
- I could do those, too, if you want.

- Ben, are you in love again?
- No. Why?

Well, 'cause you're acting
kind of sappy, Son.

You two better get going.
You got to open the store on time.

It's almost 8:00.

Come on, Elizabeth.
We don't want a reputation for being late.

See you later, sappy.
- Goodbye.

I'll be down to check things out
in a little while.

Thank you, Ben.

You're welcome.

- Oh, hi.
- Hi, Maude.

Hi, Maude.

I've decided to give you folks
another chance before I go to Rockfish.

Can't stand cities.

- What can we do for you?
- Well, I need some sugar.

I wish we had some to give you, Maude.

You mean Ike took it
to the hospital with him?

We just don't have any.
We might not for quite some time.

Oh, my! And I'm such a fool over sugar.

- Maude, how are you doing?
- Well, hello!

Your children won't sell me any sugar, and
I haven't got the will to eat without it.

We feel the same way.

You're just gonna have to live with it
till the shortage is over.

You know, we could make a fortune

if there was a way of inventing something
that would replace sugar.

You don't need to invent it. It's growing
all over the side of the mountain.

- Well, what's that?
- Sorghum.

Pa planted it years ago.
He never got around to making molasses.

Went to seed,
and now it comes back every year.

Blackstrap molasses?

That's all we had to use for sugar
in these parts when I was a little girl.

We'd have to build a mill, though.

Well, Pa was building
some machinery for it.

Parts of it are still out behind the mill.

- I betcha I can make it work easy.
- Now, that's the spirit!

That's the trouble
with too many young people,

they just haven't any gumption!

Well, there's plenty of wood
if you two want to give it a go.

May be some money in it, Jim-Bob.

I'll bet you between the both of us,
we'd do pretty good.

How long would it take you
to make me some molasses?

- Oh...
- Two weeks?

Two weeks.

That long?

Well, it's off to Rockfish
before I starve to death.

- Bye, Maude.
- Bye-bye, Maude.

Good luck in Rockfish.

Bye.

"'My dear master,' I answered,
'I am Jane Eyre. '

"'I have found you out.
I am come back to you. '

"'Ln truth? In the flesh? '

"'My living Jane? ' he asked. "

"'You touch me, sir,'

"'you hold me,' I replied. "

Mr. Godsey?

I haven't been a very good wife
to you, have I, Ike?

Perhaps I never should have married.

Did I ever tell you?

When I was a young girl,

I used to dream of finding the ideal man.

Of course, I never could find the man
who'd live up to my dreams.

But would I have lived up to his?

You're a good man, Ike.

And if I've pushed you,
it's because I've loved you.

And do you know something?

Oh, my dear,

you are everything

that young girl ever dreamed
or hoped she'd have.

Mary Ellen, I didn't know you were there.

Why don't you get some rest, Corabeth?

No, I...

I want to stay here, I want to spend
as much time with Ike as I can.

But he's sound asleep.

Why don't you get some rest
in the meantime?

I'm going to lose him, aren't I?

Dr. Spencer says
the worst of the danger is over.

When I was a little girl,
my father had a heart attack,

and the doctor said he'd be fine, too.
And in a month, Papa was dead.

We're all praying for Ike.
He is going to get better.

But right now, you better get some rest.

Nurse's orders.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Boy, I'm glad you're here.
It's been a long day.

- Coming, Elizabeth?
- No, I'm going to help Erin.

- Jim-Bob, what's all this?
- Bread.

Well, I can see that.
But it looks like there's 100 loaves here.

Twelve dozen, to be exact.

- Isn't that a little much?
- I told you.

Let me look at Ike's books
and see what he usually orders.

- It's going to all turn moldy.
- How do you know, Elizabeth?

Maybe we can grind it up
and sell lifetime supplies of bread crumbs.

- Why don't you just shut up?
- These books are a mess.

I'll bet Ike would be surprised
if he came back and found them in order.

Let me see. Here it is.

On Saturdays, he usually...
He orders twelve loaves of bread.

Jim-Bob, you ordered twelve dozen.

Anybody want a sandwich?

It's still ticking?

As far as I can tell.

I'm glad to hear it.

I think you should know
that things aren't going to be the same,

not for a long, long time.

Because of the attack,

some of the tissues around your heart
have been damaged

and you need rest so that the heart
muscle has a chance to repair itself.

- How much longer do I have to stay here?
Well, it depends.

I'm not going to let you go anywhere
until I feel good about your progress.

Be honest with me, will you, Doc?

- Am I going to pull through this thing?
- Well, no promises.

But with the proper amount of rest,
there's a good chance you'll fully recover.

Enough to go back to the store?

I'd just as soon you didn't worry
about that right now,

not for as long as possible.

You see, the less pressure
you're under, the better.

Sure appreciate you coming by, John.

The Baldwin sisters
asked me to drop this off.

They said it'd brighten up
your stay in the hospital.

The Recipe.

Boy, if ever I needed the Recipe,
it's here now.

Why don't you go get a chair
and I'll give you a share?

It's your party, Ike.

Binoculars.

They have a note here.

"Dearest Ike,

"This little gift will help you
wile away the hours

"in watching birds come and go
outside your window.

"Fondly, Emily and Mamie Baldwin. "

Birds.

I don't think Dr. Spencer would want you
to have any Recipe anyway, Ike.

No, I suppose he wouldn't.

So, how are those kids of yours doing?
They watching the store?

Doing real good.

Of course, the store misses
its rightful owner.

Everybody keeps asking about you.

Supplies coming in regular?

Yeah. Just like clockwork,
everything's available.

No sugar yet, huh?

Lke, I thought you were under strict orders
not to worry about that store.

Yeah.

Dr. Spencer almost has a heart attack
himself every time I mention it.

Are the kids sweeping up the floor?
Keeping it good and clean?

Real clean.

Mary Ellen tells me you're going
to be able to get out of bed soon.

Boy, I sure hope so.

I'm so sick of looking at that ceiling.

You know, John,
there are 361 ceiling tiles up there

and each one has 81 holes

and that's 29,241 holes.

I never thought I'd see the day

Ike would be counting anything
but soup cans and vegetables.

I'm looking forward
to getting back to it, too.

Corabeth doesn't want me to, though.

She's afraid of the strain.

Seems to me you might be
worrying about that, too, Ike.

Having a heart attack
is nothing to trifle with.

Oh, yeah. I bet if you had one,
you'd be just as anxious

to get up on your feet as I am,
no matter what Corabeth says.

Reach in that top drawer over there,
will you, John?

I haven't been spending all my time
counting holes.

What is it?

It's my will.

I want you to hold on to it for safekeeping.

Be glad to, Ike.

I've named you my executor.
I hope you don't mind.

I don't mind.

Just as long as you don't make me
do anything about it for a few years.

I left everything to Corabeth,

except my guns and fishing poles.

I want Ben and Jim-Bob to have them.

And there's one other thing.

I don't know quite how to say it.

But I love you, John.

Next to Corabeth,
you're the best friend I ever had.

Go on, Reckless,
you're in the way.

I don't think Chance likes the idea
of wearing this harness at all.

All set?

- I sure hope this thing works, Jim-Bob.
- Don't worry, it will.

Okay, I'm ready.

Come on! Come on, Chance. Chance!

Come on, move, Chance.

Oh, come on! Chance!

Move it!

I don't think this is
going to work, Jim-Bob.

Maybe we better try something else.

- Well, like what?
- Reckless?

Give me a hand here.

Come on, Chance. Come on.

Come on, Chance.
Come on, Chance.

Come on. Chance, come on!
Move it.

You two are going to end up
pushing that thing.

- Where are you doing, Daddy?
- I'm taking this over to Pickett's.

Well, you don't have to do that.
I'll do it for you.

Ben, let go!

Aren't you doing a job with Jim-Bob?

- Well, yes, sir.
- You do your job, and I'll do mine.

- Isn't it a gorgeous day, Mr. Godsey?
- Boy, it sure is great to be outside.

I feel like I've been cooped up
in that hospital for months.

- Are you warm enough?
- Oh, with that sun out? Oh, sure, of course.

I can't wait until you're released
from the hospital.

Boy, you can say that again.

We'll take walks like this two times a day,
three times a day.

We'll go exploring.

You know, I don't think I even know
my own home town.

You mean the mountain?

Oh, but we couldn't possibly
take walks there.

The roads are unpaved,

so bumpy and dusty,
even when they're not muddy.

I couldn't even push you there.

Oh, you don't understand.
I'd be walking right next to you.

Dr. Spencer said that you are
to consider yourself a sick man,

even after you're released
from the hospital.

Well, I plan on taking it easy, of course.

You know, maybe working shorter hours
or, you know, something like that.

How can you possibly think
of working at the store

when you're so weak
you can't even stand up?

You are to remain flat on your back in bed.

Corabeth, if I remain flat on my back
any longer, I'll lose my mind.

You don't have
to remain horizontal forever.

But I was thinking of

a small cottage near the beach,
where I could look after you.

Couldn't you look after me at the store?

Mr. Godsey, you know
how you carry on down there.

You keep yourself so busy,
you don't even know what month it is.

But that's where I belong.

Mr. Godsey,

you don't understand.

I will not allow the same thing
to happen to you that happened to Papa.

I cannot imagine
what life would be like without you.

Oh, please,

please don't make me live in fear.

I can't lose you.

I won't!

Corabeth,

to have you say that to me

makes it almost worth all of this.

I think we should sell the store.

Sell the store and leave the mountain.

Jim-Bob, I don't think
you're pulling hard enough.

- I'm pulling as hard as I can.
- Well, pull harder.

You guys, who's going to do this
when I go to the store?

Someone's got to.

Since Ben thinks he's the better horse,
he can do the turning.

That's what you think.

Ben, this isn't working.

What do you want us to do? We can't quit.

- Hi.
- Hi, Clarence.

- Hi.
- Hey, Clarence.

I heard about your molasses mill.

Well, this is it.

Except for it's not working.
We can't find anything to turn it.

My pa used to have one,
only a horse turned it, not people.

- Our cow doesn't want the job.
- You know, a mule could do the trick.

- Like Blue? Sure could.
- Could we borrow him?

I don't know, turning a sorghum press
would be awfully hard on him.

Might shorten his life.

- Look, we'll give you some molasses for it.
- No, thanks, we have more than enough.

You know, maybe we should buy Blue back.

How about it, Clarence?
Would you sell him back to us?

My favorite mule?

Fifteen dollars, that's what you paid
for him. Right, Elizabeth?

Hey, not me, it's you guys.
I'm out of this one.

- Look, I'm a little short on cash.
- Oh, since when? You always have cash.

Do you want Blue or don't you?

You've got half the money
that Clarence gave you.

And we'll pay you back.
And if we can't, you can have the mill.

Okay, but I'm only doing it for Blue's sake.
I guess I'm going to be broke again.

How about it, Clarence? Fifteen dollars?

- Eighteen dollars.
- That's highway robbery!

Not when you're selling
your best friend. Is it, Jim-Bob?

Look, we'll split the difference.
Sixteen dollars.

This is the finest mule in Jefferson County.
It's not worth it.

Wouldn't you agree, Jim-Bob?

- Seventeen dollars, not a penny higher.
- Tell him about the price freeze, Jim-Bob.

I froze the price at 18 dollars.
It's against the law for me to change it.

- Okay, 18 dollars.
- Well, you're three dollars short.

I'll look around. I'm sure I have
some stashed around somewhere.

We'll be right back with the money.

Thanks a lot.

I'm really happy
with the way you're coming around, Ike.

I think you're going to pull through
this thing with flying colors.

- Does that mean I get to go home soon?
- Maybe sooner than you think.

I can't wait for the day, myself.

The mountain just isn't the same
without you, Ike.

Thank you, Mary Ellen.

Well, let's not worry about that tonight.

Ike, there's one thing
that I want you to remember.

The key to your recovery is rest.

And you're still going to need plenty of
that long after you leave this hospital.

Shall we go finish rounds?

Bye, Corabeth.

Boy, I sure hate to think of the day
that we got to go back home

and tell those folks we're leaving.

But it will be wonderful, Mr. Godsey.

Being together,

sharing the sunsets,

enjoying the quiet.

But I'm going to miss them.

I certainly will.

But we have no alternative.

- You're not doing very much, Ben.
- Somebody has to tend the mill, Jim-Bob.

- Why not me?
- Look, this isn't as easy as it looks.

- How's it going?
- Ben's having fun.

There's only one problem.
This is awful thin for molasses.

Of course it is, Son. It's not molasses,
yet. You've got to boil it first.

It's going to take you
the better part of the day. I'll see you.

Well, where are you heading?

To fell some timber.
We're short of two-by-fours.

Daddy, why don't you stay here
and you could feed the sorghum

- and I'll do that?
- That's your job, Son.

Well, let me go with you,
and I'll give you a hand.

Oh, no, you don't. You have to go
get the next load of sorghum.

- I'll be just fine.
- You take it easy, okay?

What's gotten into you lately, Ben?

I think he's afraid that you're going
to have a heart attack, like Ike.

You aren't getting any younger, Daddy.

That thought has entered my mind lately.

What would you want me to do,
quit everything?

No, just take it little
bit easier, that's all.

I guess I could do that, Son,
but I'm not sure it's worth it.

I'd just spend all my free time
worrying about why I wasn't busy.

Look what happened to Ike.
And you work even harder than he ever did.

Ben, I guess I could be setting myself up
for some whopper of a heart attack,

but if not working was
the only way to avoid it,

I'd rather keep working and risk it.

Sounds like something
Grandpa would have said.

Matter of fact, he did say it.

He said it to me all the time
whenever I worried about him,

like you're worrying.

- You know something? He was right.
- He was?

He had a long life and a good one.
Now, you let me worry about my health,

and you worry about that molasses,
all right, Son?

Yes, sir.

Since you're so worried about tired people,

why don't you take care of Blue
and I'll feed sorghum?

Come on, Blue.

- Are you sure I can't help you?
- We're just looking, thanks.

I thought you were working
at the plant today.

Oh, I'm on my lunch hour.

I thought I'd do some more work
on Ike's books.

Who are they?

I don't know. They say they're just looking.
I don't know what they're looking at.

- Well, what do you think?
- I think it's a little small.

Maybe for Charlottesville,
but you've got to remember where you are.

This area is going to become
another Charlottesville soon enough.

I got to take that into account.

It's a big lot.
There's always room for expansion.

Perfume! Here?

- You sell much of this stuff?
- Never.

Ten to one you get a yes on your first offer.

- Well, thank you very much.
- Thank you.

What was that all about?

It sounds to me
like they want to buy the store.

Ike will never sell.
The mountain will go flat first.

I don't wanna see another stalk
of sorghum the rest of my life.

Me, either.

I won't mind eating some
of this molasses, though.

Yeah, it'll be worth it
to get the food around here any better.

Ha, ha, ha.

But it would be worth it if we get some
of our customers off our backs.

- I'll get it.
- I hope so.

How's the harvest?

Oh, it was fine, Daddy.
We ended up with 80 gallons of sap.

We thought we were going to be rich,
till we boiled it, like you said.

You know how much molasses
we ended up with?

- Eight gallons.
- That's about right.

But eight gallons at 30 cents a gallon,
well, that's nothing.

Sorry you feel like you wasted
your time, Son.

- Pretty good.
- Guess what?

Mary Ellen is bringing Ike home
tomorrow morning.

Hey, that's great!

- It'll be good to have him back.
- It sure will.

- Taste this, honey.
- You think it's good, Daddy?

- You did a good job, fellas.
- Well, it sure was tough.

"General Merchandise.
Ike Godsey, Proprietor. "

Never thought I'd see it again.

Let's get you inside, Ike.

Welcome home, Ike.
- Hi.

Well, the store sure does look sharp.

Somebody forgot to rotate the produce. You
got to take the old and then put it up...

Well, you don't know that.

Listen, I want to thank you all
for keeping the store open.

Do you see
how I redid your shelves?

I redid your books with the system I use
at the business school.

It makes bookwork a little easier.

Hey, Jim-Bob and I made some molasses
to make up for the sugar shortage.

If you ever run out,
we'll make you some more.

We really missed you, Ike.
You, too, Corabeth.

Corabeth and I thank you for all you done.

Oh, well, don't look at me.
I don't really feel like I did my part.

- We all did what we could.
- But Elizabeth did the most of all of us.

Well, everybody helped.
It's just I've got more free time.

She ran the whole store
all by herself yesterday.

Did you hear that, Corabeth?
All by herself on a Saturday.

I think Ike and Corabeth have
something they want to tell you.

Yeah, but it's going to be kind of hard
to find the right words.

Good morning, Mrs. Godsey.

Mr. Snyder. This is the gentleman
I spoke to you about.

I called him before we left
the hospital this morning.

- Good morning.
- How do you do?

I can see you didn't waste any time, huh?

Well, I think, under the circumstances,
that the sooner we act, the better.

What's going on, Ike?

Corabeth and me,

we're selling the store.

Well, we have Mr. Godsey's health
to consider.

We're moving to Virginia Beach.

You can't! We need you!

There's no one else
to take your place, Ike.

Who else would buy our molasses?

Lke, you've been running this store
as long as I can remember.

I've got great plans for it.
I'm going to update everything.

That wood porch out front?
I'll replace it with a brand-new cement one.

Just like the floor here.

Cement with linoleum rolled
over the top of it.

And I'll make this back room level
with the front.

No more pool table.
I'll expand the store space instead.

Store space?
I haven't had any problems with that.

Well, billiards and groceries don't mix,
believe me.

Well, believe me, they do.

Mr. Godsey, you're not
to get yourself overexcited.

Don't get me wrong.

I'm not trying to criticize
the way you run your business.

I just want to add my own touches,
that's all.

- Your own touches?
- Yes.

Like rearranging the counter,
putting up all new shelves,

moving that old desk there,
getting rid of the perfume display,

repainting the walls.

If you do that, the store won't be the same.

The day of the Mom and Pop store is over.

Look, it took most of my life
to make this store the way it is.

Now, Mr. Godsey,
we are negotiating a purchase price.

And as soon
as the final arrangements are made,

the mercantile is his
to do with as he pleases.

Look, I've been running this store
for 30 years

and I'm not going to allow
a stranger to come in here

and run roughshod
over everything I've done.

Mr. Godsey,
we have your health to consider.

I don't care.

I'm a storekeeper

and I'd rather lose my life
at the cash register

than sit in a rocking chair.

My offer is a generous one.
You're making a mistake.

The only mistake I made
is to put my store on the market.

If he changes his mind, I'll be
at the boarding house until this afternoon.

Goodbye.

You are a rash man, Mr. Godsey.
I beg you to reconsider.

Don't throw your life away
on a hastily-made decision.

Don't you understand, Corabeth?
Don't you see?

It's not just talking
about selling the store,

it's talking about washing everything
I've ever done or been down the drain.

This store is

my whole life.

I know every knothole
and floorboard by heart.

I can tell you where to put every bucket
when it's going to start to rain.

And all my customers are my friends.

And all these young people here,

I watched them all grow up.

I think of them almost as my own.

And I've grown to like
when they come by the store and drop in.

I don't know whether they know it or not,

but I bet you they'd miss me
just as much as I'd miss them.

Corabeth,

my time will come,

whether I'm working or not.

The Good Lord will take care of that.

But between now and then,

if I stay here, I can work and live
with dignity,

and maybe I'll leave this earth
a little sooner.

But if I go to Virginia Beach,

I'll just sit and wait to die.

Now, what would you have me do?

Because Elizabeth
had proved herself so capable

during Ike's absence,
she was hired to work in the store

while Ike continued to recuperate
under Corabeth's watchful eye.

Ike Godsey lived for many years
after his heart attack,

and his deep commitment to his store

became an example to all of us
of courage and devotion,

a victory of the human spirit.

Ike's gone now, but the store is
still there. It's become a landmark.

How Ike would have loved that.
Good night, Mr. Godsey.

- Daddy?
- Yes, Jim-Bob?

It's hard for me to breathe.

- Does your chest hurt?
- Sort of. I think I'm having a heart attack.

I think
he's having a sorghum attack.

He ate five pieces of cornbread
covered with syrup.

Is that right, Son?
- No, sir, I had eight pieces.

Good night, Jim-Bob.

Good night, everybody.

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