All language subtitles for The Waltons s01e13 The Reunion

Walton's Mountain had been
in our family

for generations, a silent
witness to all the bright

and wonderful days
I knew as a boy.

If mountains remember events,

then surely it must treasure,
as I do...

the memory of that day
during the Depression...

when my sister, Mary Ellen, got
into a fight after school...

and the events that followed.

It's Mary Ellen.
She's fighting again!

-Just calm yourself down now!
-Let go of me!

You want to get expelled
from school? Just quit!

I'm not finished with you, Frank
Winston! Better watch your step.

-I'm not afraid of you, Mary.
-You better be!

Mary Ellen, just come on.
Cut it out, Frank!

You know, you could have
stopped this, Jason.

I would have.
But Mary Ellen was winning.

You're just a fighting fool,
aren't you?

-He started it!
-Made Jim-Bob cry.

He said Jim-Bob
wears girls' clothes.

And I am.

You look alright to me.
Where'd you get them anyway?

Mama made it out of the top
of Erin's old dress.

I spilled ink on the skirt,

so Mama used the top
to make Jim-Bob a blouse.

Boys don't wear blouses.

Boys wear whatever
they can get these days.

You better come along home, and
have someone look at that eye.

Maybe Mama could fix up
the collar.

-Where's John-Boy?
-Right here, Daddy.

Lord, we ask blessings
on this food...

and pray that this Depression
will be over soon...

and that you will lead us
into better times. Amen.

Mary Ellen, you got something
to tell us?

No, sir.

She's been in another fight.

It's time you started behaving
like a lady, Mary Ellen.

What does a black eye feel like?

She ought to know.
Third one this year.

Jim-Bob, you responsible for
giving your sister that shiner?

No, sir, but it was my fault.

Frank Winston was teasing me
and Mary Ellen jumped on him.

Why was he teasing you?

He said I was wearing
girls' clothes.

There's not a thing wrong with
the clothes you children wear.

They're homemade and
hand-me-downs, but clean.

-Now, sit down, Jim-Bob.
-Have some greens.

Livie, will you please
sit down and eat?

I ate while I was cooking.
Saves time that way.

Keeps you skinny, too.

Don't you know I like a woman
with a little fat on her bones?

John, you are a disgrace!

Can't you think of anything
except hugging and kissing?

Can you think of anything better
to have in mind, old woman?

Enough of this foolishness.
Let me get back to my wash.

John, when our ship
comes in...

can't you buy Livie
a good washing machine?

Maybe. Right now all I can do
is put food on this table.

I wouldn't know
how to work one anyway.

You could learn,
couldn't you, Mama?

Oh, I reckon
I could, Jason.

What's the use of wishing
for something you can't have?

You come on over here
and sit down with your family.

-John, I've got work to do.
-Just come on.

-Pass me the butter, please.
-Here.

Why are you eating so fast?

I've got to get back
to the sawmill.

But you already
put in a day's work.

Not enough.

Emily!

Look, Mamie, two lemons
and a cherry!

Ladies don't operate those
machines, sister.

Sometimes, I'd just as soon
I hadn't been born a lady.

-Howdy, Ike.
-Hello, John-Boy.

Ike, do you remember that
secondhand washing machine

you had for sale one time?

Yeah, sure.
It's right over there.

How much are you
selling it for?

Why, are you thinking
of getting married

and setting up housekeeping?

No, for my mama.

Well, how's $35 sound?

Right steep to me
for a secondhand machine, Ike.

$30 as is.

$20. I mean, I don't even know
for sure that it works.

$25 is my rock-bottom price.

$20, Ike.

$20. It's yours.

How would it be with you
maybe if I worked it out?

I mean, I could come here
every day after school...

and I could do odd jobs for you
and make deliveries...

and I could work for you
all day on Saturday.

I'd like to accommodate you,
John-Boy...

but I'm short of money,
just like everybody else.

I've got to find a job.

John-Boy.

How would you like
to work for us?

Miss Emily?
Oh, well, I....

Let me get my sister.
We'll discuss your employment.

How's it feel
to be a working man?

Ike, Mama would
skin me alive.

Everyone knows those ladies
make bootleg whiskey.

They don't know that.

They're just following
their papa's Recipe.

But sometimes they sell it!

Yeah, but they're just
like two little girls

by a roadside selling lemonade.

Just take the box
and box up them groceries.

John-Boy, I'm so delighted
you're going to help us out.

Miss Mamie, I tell you,
I don't really--

Help from heaven,
just when we needed it most.

We have a guest, you see.

Fourth Cousin Homer Lee Baldwin
from Buckingham County.

That's why you've been putting
in the extra provisions?

Cousin Homer has
a hearty appetite.

We hadn't heard from him
in years.

Somebody said he'd gone
into politics.

The Baldwins always excelled
in politics, don't you know?

Suddenly, one morning,
opened the door,

there was Cousin Homer.

Are you sure you ladies
need my help?

I mean perhaps your cousin
would be able to help out.

Did you hear that, Mamie?

Cousin Homer
and physical labor...

have never made
each other's acquaintance.

A perfectly charming gentleman,
don't you know, but delicate.

He got it from his mama.

She wasn't a Baldwin.
What do you expect?

Now, John-Boy,
when will you report for work?

Well, Miss Mamie...

I guess whenever you say.

No time like the present.
Come along now.

John-Boy, you can start
by putting groceries in the box.

You'll hold on to that washing
machine for me, won't you?

I will, unless somebody comes
along in the meantime...

and plunks down cash
on the barrelhead.

Maybe I can earn enough to just
put a little down payment on it?

That depends upon how big
a down payment.

Yoo-hoo!

I'm coming, Miss Emily.

Now don't you tell a soul.

Here's to my cousins.

I swear the two of you
get more beautiful

with each passing year.

Listen to Homer Lee
and that silver tongue.

Reminds me of Ashley Longworth!

Oh, he's the young man your papa
had to shoot, was he not?

Papa never shot.

He just shook the gun at Ashley
and suggested he leave.

And he left like a flash.

But he had taken liberties,
had he not?

He kissed me.
Out there, under the maple tree.

And, no talk of marriage?

None whatsoever!

I still think he would
have gotten around

to a proposal sooner
or later.

Got everything stored.
Is there anything else I can do?

Why, yes. You can come in and
meet...

Cousin Homer Lee Baldwin
from Buckingham County.

-How do you do, sir.
-How do you do

That's John-Boy Walton.
He's going to be a writer.

A writer indeed!

I've always held the journalism
profession in high regard.

Thank you.

What line of work
are you in, sir?

Lately I have been
a traveler, sir.

I didn't know that, Homer Lee.

How anybody could bear to leave
Buckingham County is beyond me.

It's been 20 years since I've
been in Buckingham County.

I vow!

Twenty years away from
Buckingham County

and we never knew.

You must be dying
to see everybody.

Well, yes.

Mamie, why don't we have
a family reunion...

so Cousin Homer Lee
can see everybody?

Are there any Baldwins left
after all these years?

Cousin Cora moved
to Washington, D.C.

or some such
outlandish place...

and a good many
of the others are dead.

But never you mind.
We'll round up what's left.

And we'll make just
oceans of the Recipe.

You'll help us, won't you,
John-Boy?

-I reckon.
-Splendid.

Now, help me find my purse
so I can pay this young man.

No, no, no.

-Howdy, everybody.
-Howdy, John-Boy.

-How you been keeping, John-Boy?
-Fine. Just fine, Sheriff.

Keeping on the right side
of the law?

Huh?

Well, sure. I reckon so.

Glad to hear that.

I wouldn't want to arrest
the only writer

we've got in this part
of the country.

Ike, could I see you
for a minute?

Yeah, sure.

Don't move any balls
while I'm gone.

You can trust me, Ike,
you know that.

Ike, I'd like to make
a deposit on this machine.

I got $1.

That's wonderful.

I'll give you a receipt.

You're going to hold on to it
for me, aren't you?

John-Boy, if times were better,

I'd be happy to hold
on to this till doomsday.

But I've got to sell to the
first bidder that comes along.

But I've paid $1 down.

All that means is there
are $19 to go.

Business is business,
John-Boy.

You've had enough, Grandpa?

I was ready to quit
more than an hour ago.

Daddy, can I borrow the truck
for a little while?

-What you want the truck for?
-Got to haul something in it.

-How far?
-Not very far.

Son, I don't mind you driving
these back wood roads...

but you go streaking down the
highway, with no permit...

the Sheriff's going
to pick you up for sure.

-It's not far.
-How far?

Just up to the Baldwin place.

They just bought a whole load
of supplies from Ike Godsey...

and I need the truck
to deliver it to them.

If your mama knew...

that you're doing business
with the old ladies

she'd have a duck fit.

Would she have to know?

I wasn't planning on
bringing the subject up...

but, no, son, it's too far
to drive without a permit.

John, I could go along
with the boy.

If anybody says anything to him
they'd have to answer to me.

Are you interested in those
ladies getting their supplies...

or you want a touch
that old Recipe?

Both.

Alright, son, looks like
you've got yourself a truck.

Thank you.

That's fine.

Oh, Emily, our ingredients are
here, and company, too!

What a treat! How nice of you,
John-Boy, to bring your grandpa.

Nobody ever appreciated the
Recipe like Mr. Walton.

Where would you like me to put
the sugar and the cornmeal?

Just put them right here
in the storeroom, John-Boy.

And, Mr. Walton, do come on in
the Recipe Room and meet...

Fourth Cousin Homer Lee Baldwin
from Buckingham County.

Cousin Homer Lee,
may I present Mr. Walton?

-Mr. Walton, how do you do, sir.
-It is a pleasure indeed, sir.

It's so nice to hear men's
voices around the place.

Mr. Walton, we're all having
a little sip of Recipe.

-Care to join us?
-Indeed, yes.

Mr. Walton, it's been ages since
you've paid us a little visit.

My boy John and I
have been busy cutting

and sawing wood
most every day.

Oh, times are hard.

Business has been bad
everywhere.

You a businessman, sir?

Cousin Homer
is a self-made man.

Left Buckingham County
with nothing but the clothes

on his back
and look at him now.

The secret is volume.
That's what I always say.

Buy low and sell high.

Did you ever.

Mamie, serve Cousin Homer
some more Recipe.

Serve everybody while
you're at it.

-See anything of them, Livie?
-Not yet, Grandma.

Don't worry,
they'll be along.

I can't help worrying when my
child is out there in the dark.

He's not a child anymore.

And besides,
he's with Grandpa.

What harm could he come
to with Grandpa?

Oh, Mr. Walton! I had no idea
you were such a cut-up.

Mamie, more Recipe.

Grandpa, don't you think maybe
we ought to be getting along?

-Where, John-Boy?
-Home.

Don't go.
The evening's early yet.

As a matter of fact,
we do have plans, remember?

Another time, Homer Lee.
We can go another time.

We're having such joy here.

Now, Cousin Mamie, I'm not going
to let you back out.

Do you realize how long
it's been...

since these two ladies
saw a motion-picture show?

Papa took us to see Mr. Chaplin
in The Gold Rush.

Papa loved the part
where Charlie ate the shoe.

But that was a silent movie.

I'll wager you two
have never seen

a talking motion-picture show.

We thought the silents
were just fine.

Don't judge until
you've heard a talkie.

Come along.

We don't want to come in
in the middle of the picture.

John-Boy, I reckon we'd better
be moseying on home, too.

Now, Mr. Walton,
you come and see us again...

when Cousin Homer Lee
isn't rushing us off someplace.

I surely would love to do so.

Ladies, we've had
a fine evening.

It's been a pleasure
having you.

Come along.

I've got to get my gloves.

I do wish you and John-Boy
would come along.

-Wouldn't that be jolly, Sister?
-Oh, my, yes...

and we must all remember to keep
an eye out for Ashley Longworth.

He was the young gentleman who
came courting some years ago.

-He must be a real nice man.
-He is.

Nice visit.

-Nice meeting you all.
-Nice to meet you, sir.

Goodnight, ladies.

Sounds to me like
your battery's dead.

Are you sure
we've got gasoline?

If not, we can use
some of the Recipe.

Oh, no, I'm afraid you ladies
aren't going anywhere tonight.

Your battery's dead
as a doornail.

The Recipe would work
in that, too.

I just wish this idea
had never come up.

I had my heart set on
seeing a motion-picture show.

Now look here.

You ladies are going to
Charlottesville after all.

With me.

Grandpa, they're
expecting us at home!

They can be expecting us,
alright,

but they can expect us late.

Ladies, get right in here.

Isn't this a treat, Mamie?

You can always depend on
the Walton men!

Yeah, we're going after all.
All aboard?

You haven't changed your mind
about coming to the talkies?

No, no, no. I'm coming.

Grandpa, are you sure
this is such a fine idea?

Sure, I'm sure.
We're all going to the talkies.

You're gonna have to drive
'cause it's getting dark.

Alrighty.

Can I give you a hand
with that, sir?

No. I'll get it.

Just some dirty laundry
I'm taking into town.

All aboard!

-Any sign of them yet?
-I wouldn't worry, Liv.

Worry! How can
a body not worry?

Which of them was driving?

I sure hope it wasn't Zeb.

That old man
can't see in the dark.

They're probably off
in a ditch somewhere.

Now you two are
a couple of worrisome old hens.

Not that I'm the
least bit worried,

but I'll go
have a look for them.

I'm going with you!

Oh. I just love
the bright lights of a city.

Now, Sister, watch your purse.

Remember what Papa used to say
about city folk.

What are we going
to do about money?

Don't worry about it. I think
I got enough for all of us.

Just think of it, Sister. We're
finally going to see a talkie.

You know something? This picture
is three or four years old.

But we haven't seen it,
Homer Lee.

And we were so looking
forward to it.

Well, I've seen it
many times...

and I'm just afraid I can't sit
through it one more time.

Well, then...

I guess there's
nothing else to do

but turn around
and go back home.

No, now just hold everything.
Just sit tight.

Four, please.

But what about you, Homer Lee?

We can't just have you stand out
here on the sidewalk.

Don't you worry about me.

I'll find something
to do to occupy my time.

Now, John-Boy,
see the ladies to their seats.

Yes, sir.
Thank you for the tickets.

My pleasure.

The man at the door.

Thank you very much. Ladies.

I got them.

I'm closed for the night.

It's me, Homer Lee, Daisy.
Open up!

Precious thing!
Come in the house!

You're still my precious thing.

Now come over here
and give us a big kiss!

No time for that now, Daisy.

I've got something to show
you...

and I've come to see you
on a matter of pure business.

I love you to death, but I
wouldn't buy anything from you.

Look at that.

Snake water?
Some new miracle cure?

Taste it.

Go on, taste it.

Well?

Precious thing.

You have got something here
like I never tasted before.

And there's more of that
where that came from.

Honey, come sit down
and take a manicure...

while we talk business.

To business.

It won't be long, honey.
Just till springtime.

You promise?

I don't see why you think
they'd be here.

You might as well know it.
Last time I saw John-Boy...

he was delivering supplies.

You allowed my son to help those
old women make whiskey.

Miss Mamie!

It's a hobby with them.
It keeps them busy.

Why here? Why wouldn't
they be in the main house?

This is the Recipe Room where
they spend most of their time.

You certainly seem to know
your way around.

I don't know where
those old ladies can be.

I'll have a word with you,
old man.

We will talk later.

-Sheriff?
-How you been keeping, John-Boy?

Mighty fine.

Glad to hear it. Been over to
Charlottesville lately?

Yes. We were over
there tonight.

We went to a picture show.

The boy was with me all along.
He's been up to no mischief.

Y'all had yourselves
a good time?

As a matter of fact,
we did.

With never a thought
of the folks at home

worried sick about
where you might be?

Have you had the Sheriff
out looking for us all night?

No, but I should have.

Where have you two been?

We've been scouting
these hills for you.

Mama, we went over to
Charlottesville for a while.

I hope you had
a good reason, son.

Before anything goes
any further,

I want you to know
it was all my fault.

I'm listening, old man.

The Baldwin sisters, had their
hearts set on going to town...

and their old car
wouldn't work, busted down.

So we went in our truck.

I don't know about
these Walton men.

One's too young to be sowing
wild oats...

and the other one's too old,
but that don't stop them.

If there's any wild oat sowing
being done, son...

maybe you ought to tell me.

Daddy, we went
to a picture show.

It was Billy-Jack Bibb
in The Crooning Cowboy.

Sheriff, thank you
for bringing them home.

I didn't bring them home.

I've been sitting here
waiting for them to come home.

The word I get from
Charlottesville,

the law over there says...

that somebody's suspected
of transporting

bootleg whiskey
in your truck, John.

What?

I'm surprised you both didn't
land in jail!

Is John-Boy going to jail?

I don't want you
to go to jail, John-Boy.

What're you children
doing out of bed?

We wanted to see
what's going on.

Get back to bed,
all of you.

-We can't even see what goes on.
-We never get to stay up.

John-Boy.

Do you know about anybody
selling whiskey from my truck?

Daddy, we were in the theater
the whole time, all of us.

Everyone of us,
except for Cousin Homer Lee.

Cousin Homer Lee Baldwin
from Buckingham County?

Yes, sir.
He's visiting the ladies.

What does that mean?

Cousin Homer Lee Baldwin
has a record

that would stretch
from here to Rockfish.

Oh, my.

You think maybe we ought
to tell Miss Mamie and--

Son, what I'd rather you do is
keep an eye on Cousin Homer Lee.

And I'd rather he didn't spend
so much time with the Baldwins.

I'd appreciate it if you'd
change your mind.

It just might be the best thing
in the world you could do...

for those two old ladies.

Spending all that
time up there?

Next thing you know
he'll be drinking whiskey!

Maybe they need help.

Besides, he's old enough
to make up his own mind.

Is John-Boy drunk?

Are you feeling kind
of wobbly, John-Boy?

Get back to bed this instant!

John, keep an eye open.

First sign of any
funny business,

I want you to call me
on the telephone.

Sheriff, we don't even
have a telephone here.

Old Ike's got one down
at the store.

If you have trouble,
he'll show you how to work it.

-So long, everybody.
-Night.

Sister, I'm afraid we're going
to run out of containers.

Then we'll just have
to order more, Mamie.

How about people outside
the family?

It's a family reunion,
Sister.

-Who did you have in mind?
-Ashley Longworth.

You don't even know
where he is.

He attended the
University of Virginia.

Surely they must
have kept track of him.

If you want to see him again
after all this time,

you go right ahead.

Come.

Right on time. Regular as the
evening star.

You ladies have any jobs
you'd like done?

Oh, my, yes.
The fire needs some more wood.

And we need 12 dozen Mason jars
from Mr. Godsey's store.

And as soon as we finish these
invitations to the reunion...

you may mail them for us.

We think this is the best Recipe
we've made in years.

Certainly the most.

Cousin Homer Lee said fill her
to capacity, and we did.

There. That ought to find
Ashley Longworth wherever he is.

He had such lovely cheekbones.

Do you remember Ashley
Longworth's cheekbones, Mamie?

No, I don't remember
Ashley's cheekbones, Sister.

He had nice eyes though.

One was green,
the other was blue.

Think of it.
If I had married Ashley...

this place would be overrun with
a whole passel of children...

with blue-green eyes.

Sometimes, young man...

would you bring your brothers
and sisters over for a visit?

Oh.
Certainly, of course.

Well then,

let's get these invitations
in the mail posthaste!

Alrighty.

That's a right old machine,
ma'am.

That's just an old,
secondhand job.

Ike, why you don't put a sign on
that thing saying it's sold?

John-Boy, there's
a slight difference

between being sold
and a down payment.

Look here.

I've got $5 more to add to the
$1 I've already paid you.

I'll make you out a receipt.

And then I want 127,
3-cent stamps.

Go on, now.

No, I mean it.
For the reunion.

They've invited every Baldwin
in the whole country.

-A hundred and twenty-seven?
-Yeah.

Okay, here's 50, 100, and...

one hundred and twenty-seven.

Remember, I just sell them,
I don't lick them.

That's what
I'm getting paid for.

Is there anything else
you want?

Yeah, I want 12 dozen
quart-size Mason jars.

Twelve dozen!

At the rate they're going,
they're gonna have enough...

for 10 reunions.

I know.

I'll go get the Mason jars. By
the way, that's $3.81 in stamps.

Daddy, can I borrow
the truck again tomorrow?

I cleaned out the Baldwin
lady's yard,

I need to haul some brush.

You've got no more license
than a blue jay.

-Sheriff's sure to pick you up.
-No, he won't, Mama.

I wish I'd never let you all
talk me into this.

How long is it going to go on?

I'm sure they'll
let me go tomorrow,

right after the reunion.

Daddy?

It's alright with me, son.

How many are coming
to the reunion?

They sent out 127 invitations.

Lock the door
and hide the silver.

Oh, Mama!

Don't you "Oh, Mama" me.

Thank God we are Baptists
and can deal with evil.

-Hey, John-Boy.
-Big day!

It's going to be a day
to remember.

Where's Miss Mamie
and Miss Emily?

They're putting the finishing
touches on the house.

See if you can
give them a hand.

Yes, sir.

I do hope Cousin Cora comes.

Remember how sweet she was
to come and stay when Papa died?

Cousin Cora's bound to come.

Washington, D.C.
isn't all that far away.

The one I'm dying to see
is Cousin Tyrone.

I thought he was the one
they had to confine.

Cousin Tyrone was perfectly
harmless.

It was all those nosy neighbors
who were so suspicious...

because he built that chariot
and drove it about the place.

I would love to have
ridden in a chariot.

Don't you give up hope.

Maybe Cousin Tyrone will drive
his over from Buckingham County.

-Anything else I can do?
-John-Boy, we need branch water.

Papa always took his Recipe
with branch water...

-many of the Baldwins still do.
-Branch water coming up.

Papa always got his
in a special place.

I'm afraid I wouldn't know
where that is.

It's quite a ways upstream.

But you'll recognize it because

there's a cup hanging
from the branch of a tree.

-I'll find it, ma'am.
-And, John-Boy...

Papa always put his
in an earthenware jug

you'll find out in the garage.

Cousin Homer?

I do hope everybody
brings their children.

It wouldn't be a reunion
without children.

Did you get the branch water?

Yes, ma'am, I did,
but my daddy's truck is missing.

I was going to tell you
about that.

Cousin Lee borrowed it, but
there's nothing to worry about.

He'll replenish any gas
that he uses.

Did he say where
he was going?

You know how thoughtful
Cousin Homer Lee is.

He decided to check the train
station over in town...

to see if any of the
Baldwins had shown up

early for the reunion.

You know those 144 jars of the
Recipe that you made?

-Safe in the storeroom.
-Yeah.

Maybe we just ought to check
on that for sure.

Don't stand there like a ninny,
Sister. What's in there?

Nothing, Sister. Every jar
of Recipe has simply vanished.

Ike, can I use your telephone
for a minute?

-Right there, John-Boy.
-Thank you.

I don't know how it works.

Where have you been
all your life?

We've never had a telephone
in the house!

I never worked one
of the things before.

Okay, I'll show you
how to work it.

First thing you remember,

take the receiver
in your left hand.

Look, I don't have
all day long.

Didn't know it was a matter
of life and death.

Take the crank over there
and you turn it a couple times.

Then you talk to Miss Fanny
Tatum...

and then she'll listen
to every word,

no matter who
you're talking to.

Like that?

Miss Fanny?
John-Boy Walton here. Could--

Mama's fine, thank you.

No, we didn't buy a phone.

I'm calling from Ike Godsey's
General Merchandise Store.

Do you think you--

He's fine.

Yeah. Hold on just a minute.

Miss Fanny said
to tell you hey.

-Tell her I appreciate it.
-Ike appreciates it.

Could you let me talk to Sheriff
Bridges, Miss Fanny?

-Thank you.
-The Sheriff?

Sheriff, John-Boy Walton here.

Remember you told me
to call you...

if Cousin Homer Lee Baldwin
pulled anything funny?

Well, he did.

Cousin Homer Lee and 144 quart
Mason jars of the Recipe...

and my daddy's truck
are all missing.

About half hour, I reckon.

I was gone a long time.

I was up on the mountain
fetching some branch water and--

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir. Thank you, Sheriff.
I appreciate it. Good-bye.

That's it.
Now you put it right up there.

You turn the crank up, to let
Fanny know that you're off.

She ought to know. She was
listening the whole time.

What is your daddy going to say
about his truck being missing?

I'm gonna find out soon enough.

That's not funny.

They got 127 people coming...

and not a drop of Recipe
in the whole house!

Let me remind you
that your truck is gone!

My truck is gone.

I'd like to know
what you're gonna do now!

That's what I'd like to know.

I'm going to sit right here
and work on this machine.

That old truck is such
an eyesore...

Homer won't get 20 miles
without being picked up.

Are you gonna stay
and help us?

I'm gonna help the old ladies
at their reunion right now.

So excuse me.

They're gonna need some help...

with 127 Baldwins
and not one drop of Recipe.

Oh, God!

I was just sure Ashley Longworth
would have arrived by now.

Sister, you haven't seen
Ashley Longworth for 35 years.

Still, it's not like Ashley
not to favor us with a reply.

If he did, it would be
in the mailbox.

Oh, Mamie,
what a splendid idea.

Miss Mamie?

I didn't hear you come in,
John-Boy.

I knocked but nobody answered
the door.

You happened to see any Baldwins
lost on the highway?

Someone asking to find
their way here?

No, ma'am.
I'm afraid I didn't.

We just can't imagine
what's happened to everybody.

They're way past due.

I wouldn't give up hope.

You just can't imagine what a
happy house this once was.

All the relatives used
to gather here.

And children....

Children would fill the yard
and the house...

like darts of sunlight.

Yes, ma'am.

Sister, most of them
seem to have been returned.

"Deceased. Return to sender."

"Insufficient address."

"No forwarding address."

Is the one there
we sent to Ashley Longworth?

"Address unknown.
Return to sender."

Imagine that splendid young man
having no address.

I would think you could
address it...

"Ashley Longworth,
The World"...

and it would
eventually reach him.

I had so looked forward
to singing around the piano...

and the sound of the
children's voices.

-Afternoon.
-Hello, John-Boy.

Afternoon, son.

I want to ask you all something.

Mama, you're not gonna believe
what I'm gonna ask you.

Ask anyway, John-Boy.

There's not going to be any
reunion at the Baldwin's.

Sheriff close the place down?

No, ma'am. Nobody came.

All the invitations
were returned...

'cause except for Miss Mamie
and Miss Emily...

everybody was either
dead or unknown.

The poor, old darlings.

They tried not to show it, but I
can tell they were really hurt.

What were you going to ask us,
John-Boy?

They're all alone
in that big, empty house...

and couldn't we just maybe
put on some nice clothes...

and go over there
and spend the evening with them?

I'm sorry, John-Boy.

I hate to see
two old people hurt...

but I've got the children
to consider.

I just can't take them over
there with that old Recipe.

Mama, there's not a thing in the
house stronger than lemonade.

And they love children.

I really don't know how the rest
of you feel about this...

but I, for one, intend on going.

Well, so am I. Just to keep you
out of mischief.

You think my gray dress
would be alright?

Sure, sweetheart,
it would be fine.

Let's round up the children.

-Mr. Walton! John Walton!
-Miss Mamie. Miss Emily.

We thought we'd drop by.

-Did you bring the children?
-All seven of them.

Come in!

Hello!

I'm so glad to see you.

It's nice to see you.
Come in.

How do you do, Mrs. Walton?
So nice of you to come.

Thought you'd
like to know, John,

your truck's been recovered.

-Where did you find it?
-It was abandoned...

in the back of Daisy Burgess'
beauty parlor,

over in Charlottesville.

And what about
Cousin Homer Lee?

He'll be picked up
in the morning.

Thank you.

Everybody, I want to propose
a toast...

a lemonade toast...

to John-Boy Walton...

without whom we would never have
known this present joy.

To John-Boy!

That's good lemonade.

Alright, just close
your eyes, everybody.

Feel like an idiot doing this.

This is so....

Okay, Daddy.
Come on in.

I vow, I can't imagine what's
going on here.

Just keep them closed.

-When can I look?
-In just a minute.

Grandpa, you're peeking.

Okay, Mama, now!

No!

You didn't go buying
that on credit?

Your son bought it
for you, Livie.

Where did you get the money?

Working for the Baldwin ladies.

Just because
I went there once...

doesn't mean that I approve of
what those old ladies do.

Mama, I never actually made
any of that Recipe.

Will somebody please show me
how this thing works?

Come here.

When we were living
through them,

we called them bad times...

and thought that we were poor.

Only after we had all grown up,
were we to realize...

what good times they had been,
and how very rich we were.

Often in memory,
I return to that house...

and to the echoes
of those voices.

-You asleep?
-Not yet.

Thinking about today?

I was thinking about them all
growing up, getting married...

leaving us.

We can't keep them forever.

I know.

Goodnight, Livie.

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