All language subtitles for The Waltons s01e15 The Actress

(male narrator)
When I was growing up on Walton's Mountain

I used to dream
of all the faraway places

I would one day visit.

New York City captured my
imagination most completely

because it was a Mecca
for young aspiring artists

and writers.

I wasn't to stray that far
from home for several years

but I was due
for a special preview.

One day, without any warning

a New York hurricane
hit our peaceful community.

You Judas.

That's it, up ahead.

- What kind of car is that?
- 'Cadillac, specially built.'

Who's that lady?

That lady is my employer.

What a beautiful woman.

Yeah.

If you like dragons.

Where the deuce
have you been?

You realize you've abandoned me
in this wilderness for hours?

I could have been abducted by
bandits or torn apart by wolves.

'Do you care
to explain yourself?'

- 'Sorry, ma'am.'
- Sorry?

'Who's that?'

'He's going to tow us back
to the garage, such as it is.'

Young man, would you
be good enough

to tell us where
in these United States we are?

Excuse me, but aren't you her?

What?

Alvira Drummond.
Aren't you Alvira Drummond?

Why, you darling boy!

'A fan. Way out here
in wherever we are.'

I've seen you in the movies

pictures on the paper and heard
your voice on the radio.

- 'You're my favorite actress.'
- Isn't that sweet.

- Did you hear that, Rex?
- I heard.

Well, go on.

My sister, Mary Ellen,
wrote you a letter once.

You sent her a personally
autographed photo for free.

Did I?

I can't get over it.

Fans, way out here
in the Rocky Mountains.

- Blue Ridge Mountains.
- That's what I said.

You know..

I always had a place
in my heart

for the Blue Ridge Mountains
of Kentucky, and now I know why.

Virginia.

- What?
- 'They're in Virginia.'

If I want a geography lesson,
I'll ask for it.

Miss Drummond, what brings you
so far from the Great White Way?

That's a good question,
darling.

My rotten car broke down
on the main highway

and my brilliant
chauffeur decided

we should detour
and look for a garage.

Of all people! Alvira Drummond,
here on Walton's Mountain!

Whoever would
have thought of it!

Walton's mountain!
Who, indeed!

Okay, we can go now.

Would you like to ride
up front with me?

My darling, I wouldn't have it
any other way.

Okay.

Get in the back.

That bad?

Could be. I can't tell for sure
until I get inside, though.

How much longer
will that take?

Three or four hours,
at least, I reckon.

But it'll be dark by then.

Can't you work any faster?

I'll do the best I can.
It's gonna take a while.

Then just point me
in the direction

of the nearest restaurant.

All I want now is a double
martini and a hot meal.

I'm sorry, but I don't think
you'll find

a real restaurant
on Walton's Mountain.

No restaurant?

Where do the people eat?

I'd give you
a cheese sandwich.

And you can wash it down
with a bottle of pop.

How's the hitchhiking?

Maybe I could make it back
to civilization by dark.

Miss Drummond, you'd be welcome
to come home with me for supper.

Darling, I wasn't angling
for an invitation, honestly.

No, we'd be honored.

It won't be fancy,
but my mother's a fine cook.

I just can't barge in
unannounced.

Would you just let me worry
about that, all right?

- Well..
- Okay.

- Come along with me, hear?
- Alright.

Okay, let's go.
See you later, Ike.

An actress,
in this house?

John-Boy, now--

Grandma, she isn't any actress.
Alvira Drummond is a star.

That's even worse!

'Grandma, we don't know
anything about her.'

'She could be
a very nice woman.'

'That's right. Remember
she answered my letter'

'and sent me her picture?'

Come away. She'll think you were
brought up with no manners.

What about her manners?

She stuck her tongue out
at us like this.

I don't wonder, staring at her
like a bunch of wild savages.

Go on upstairs now,
and get washed up for supper.

'How often does something
like this happen?'

Mama won't even
let us see her.

What's going on? I thought
that celebrity was coming in.

John-Boy, you want
to ask the lady to come in?

Yes, sir.

Hot diggity dog!

I thought I told you
to wash up, young lady.

Look at him. He's worse
than the children.

'Don't strain
your eyes, old man.'

It's no strain at all
to look at a knockout like her.

Now what are you up to?

I thought I'd just change
into a clean shirt.

Everyone, this
is Miss Alvira Drummond.

Hello.

Thanks for letting me
intrude like this.

You're not intruding,
and you are welcome.

'Why don't you come on in,
make yourself at home.'

Thank you.

John-Boy, why don't you
take Miss Drummond's fur?

Yes, of course.

Thanks, darling.

That's much better.

'I didn't realize
how warm it was.'

Well, you see..

they were opening
this new theater in Atlanta

and they asked me
to come and recreate

the role
Gertrude Lawrence played

on Broadway
in Private Lives.

- A play by Mr. Noyl Coward.
- Yes, that's right.

My darling No l.

Such a divinely witty man.

Matter of fact, he asked me to
play the part originally

but I was in Hollywood
at the time.

Hollywood?

Why'd you ever leave there?

Darling, the money is marvelous,
but it's just not theater.

I wish I could have seen you
in Private Lives.

I bet you were wonderful.

I was sensational,
sweetie.

'But the play went
right over those heads.'

'You know those provincial
audiences.'

Anyway, there we were
motoring back to New York

when suddenly the car stopped,
and voila!

Here I am, eating this
scrumptious chicken stew.

John-Boy says you have
a special built Cadillac?

- Which one are you?
- I'm Ben.

You are a divine child.
What were you saying?

That's about the most
expensive car built.

Yes, it's right. $10,000.
That's new, of course.

Now it's probably
worth peanuts.

- Are you a millionaire?
- Jim-Bob!

You got to be a millionaire
to own a car like that.

Don't you believe it,
sweetie.

I make it a policy never
to buy anything for myself.

You mean it was a gift
from an admirer?

And the furs,
and the jewels.

'That's a heap of admiration.
He must be right fond of you.'

He was.

Unfortunately he died.

I'm sorry.

So was I.

Till I found out
he left everything to his wife.

But thanks all the same,
sweetie.

Excuse me.

This is marvelous stew.

What is it?

Run over to the store, find out
what's taking Godsey so long.

- I haven't finished my supper.
- Run along now.

I'll keep your supper
warm for you.

'It would be a lark to buy 40
acres somewhere, settle down.'

'I remember a night in Chicago,
we were about to go on stage.'

I don't think
I could've gone on stage

if it hadn't been
for my friends, the Lunts.

Lynn's a real trooper,
you know.

Would you care for some bread,
Miss Drummond?

Thanks, but no thanks.

And call me Alvira, darling.

'It's homemade bread, Alvira.'

Now, don't you tempt me,
you old devil, you.

I've gotta keep
an eye on my figure.

It appears real trim to me,
Alvira, darling.

'Well, thanks.'

'An actress' chief asset
is her body.'

It pays her
to look after it.

I don't think you have a thing
in the world to worry about.

Why, John Walton, I do declare,
you are making me blush red.

- More stew?
- No, I really shouldn't.

Fiddlesticks!

You haven't a thing to worry
about, didn't you hear?

Let's not overdo it. I'll burst
my seams if I eat all that.

Where are my manners?

- Here.
- What's this?

Now, you don't want to spot
that pretty new dress, do you?

[chuckling]

See this?

That car ain't going no place
without a new one of these.

Did you check with the garage
at Charlottesville?

I already phoned. They've to
send to Chicago for new parts.

That's right. It's gonna take
a week at least.

She's not gonna like that.

- Where's her driver?
- She ain't gonna like that too.

- What happened?
- He skipped town.

That wretched man!
How could he do this to me?

Did Ike know
where he was headed?

Seems he hitched a ride with
Yancy Tucker towards Richmond.

What'll I do now?
I don't even know how to drive.

I'm stranded.

There's no need to worry. I can
drive you to Charlottesville.

Stay in a hotel, take a train
to New York in the morning.

You don't seem to understand.
I trusted him with everything.

- What do you mean?
- My money, jewels, everything.

You mean he took it all?

I don't even have
the train fare to New York.

I've been abandoned without
a soul, and no one to turn to.

We're not about to turn you out
in the dead of night.

Yes.

I throw myself
on your mercy.

John-Boy, get
some bedclothes

'and I'll make up
a place on the couch.'

Yes, ma'am.

I'll get it right away.

Whoever heard of a body
staying in bed until noon?

'It's downright sinful.'

It isn't 1:00 yet, Grandma.
She always sleeps until 1:00.

Not today, she don't.

'She needs her beauty sleep,
Grandma.'

I need my lunch.

I guess you'll just have
to wake her up.

Oh, my God!

Slipped right through
my fingers.

Good morning.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

You'll have some lunch?

Darling, not before coffee
and a cigarette. Thank you.

Grandma doesn't like ladies
smoking cigarettes.

If the good Lord had intended
people to smoke

he'd have put a chimney
on the top of their head.

I'll have it later
behind the woodshed.

- That's where Jason goes.
- I do not!

- You do.
- Take that back, Erin!

- 'I saw you.'
- 'You're crazy!'

That'll do, children.

- But, Mama, I've never--
- We'll talk about this later.

Gotta get over to the store
for that new saw blade.

- Give up on that old blade?
- I'm afraid so, Grandpa.

I'll stop by
at Sheriff Bridges office

and find out about
the driver, if you like.

Don't bother. He's probably
in Iceland by now.

Maybe Ep's heard something.
It's worth a try.

See you all later.

Bye, Daddy.

I tell you, Miss Drummond,
I'd like to get my hands

on that driver of yours.

Don't mess with him, sweetie.
He's an ex-prize fighter.

Thanks for the thought,
anyway.

You've decided what you're
gonna do, Miss Drummond?

Call my agent. Get him to send
me the train fare to New York.

May I use your phone?

We haven't got one.

How could you possibly manage
without a telephone?

We can't afford one.

There's a phone at the store.
I could walk you down there.

- Can I go with them, Mama?
- Me, too!

If we all go it will be fun.

Mama, they're just
gonna holler and fuss

and Miss Drummond won't hear
a thing on the phone.

You'll be there
to keep the peace.

[mocking]

They think I'm some kind of old
mother hen. But I'm really 17.

Really?

I thought you were
so much older.

What's the matter,
you fall in?

- Tough being the eldest, huh?
- I guess sometimes it is.

I had three brothers, a sister
to look after until I was 15.

- You did?
- I wasn't hatched, you know.

I did have a family.
Wish they were nice as yours.

- There's the Baldwin's car.
- You'll get to meet them.

Who are the Baldwins?

- They're nice li'l old ladies.
- They are sisters.

You'll like them.

Yeah, once they gave me
chocolate pudding.

- They make whiskey.
- Whiskey?

They don't know
it's whiskey.

How could they
possibly not know?

They use an old recipe
of their daddy's

and a still that
he left in the house.

They think it's
some kind of elixir.

But I've tasted it
and I know it's whiskey.

Let's see.
That's about it, ladies.

- Thank you, Mr. Godsey.
- Good day.

Look who's here!

Miss Mamie, Miss Emily Baldwin,
this is Miss Alvira Drummond.

It's a pleasure. I'm sure.

We've been fans
of yours ever since

we saw you
in The Crimson Lady.

That was ages ago.

I simply wept.

Really?
It was a comedy.

My sister means we laughed
so hard we cried.

Our father,
the late Judge Baldwin

drove us all the way
to Richmond once

just to see your performance
in Romeo and Juliet.

He was
a very cultivated gentleman

and he particularly admired

the plays
of Mr. William Shakespeare.

But Papa thought
that Mr. George Bernard Shaw

was too radical. He positively
forbade us to read him.

'So we didn't.'

Why don't you pay us a little
visit while you're here

and share some
of Papa's Recipe with us?

How nice of you.
I'd love it.

But, I expect to be leaving
for New York City very soon.

Forgive me, I've to make
a long distance phone call.

It's so nice to see you.

- Thank you.
- Lovely to see you.

Is it all right
if she uses your phone?

John-Boy, bye-bye.

Hello, Miss Drummond.
I have your call for New York.

Thank you, darling.

Hello, Harry,
it's Alvira.

Believe it or not,
I'm stranded.

I need you to send me
the train fare to New York.

Darling, it's a long story.

Wouldn't want
to bore you with it now.

Just telegraph me the money
to Charlottesville.

That's in Virginia.

No, darling, I'm not joking.
I really am in a jam.

What did you say, Harry?
I didn't hear you.

Harry, you are an angel.

I knew I could count on you.
Thank you, darling.

I'll always be in your debt.

If there's any time I can do
anything for you, let me know.

Au revoir, darling.

What did I tell you,
it's in the bag.

Well, I declare.

'Come on in, sweetie.
You're not bothering me.'

- What've you got there?
- My memory book.

Really? I used to have one
myself once.

- Would you like to see it?
- I'd love to.

Made that yourself,
didn't you?

Look at you there.

But, darling,
this stuff's about me.

That's the picture you sent me.
See, you even signed it.

What a relic.
Will you look at that pose?

I love the boots.
Mama used to have some of those.

Look at that!

I was wondering,
now that we're friends

maybe you'd write
something personal.

Why, sure.
I'd be glad to.

Let's do it on this one.

You like that?

You can see
right through it.

You know,
I'm never without that.

Superstitious, I guess.

Used that the first time
I was on stage in a play

and I've never
been without it since.

- Do you mind if I try it on?
- Sure, go ahead.

You know, you're kind
of a pretty kid.

I don't feel pretty.
I feel like a mess.

Do you? I remember
that feeling.

Is there a full length
mirror in this house?

In my room. Why?

Come on. I'm going to show you
some tricks of the trade.

How do I look?

Well, I'll be..

She looks like some kind
of movie star!

They're right.
Look at that child.

Painted up like
a carnival doll.

Someday you are gonna be
a beautiful woman.

Right now, I kind
of miss my little girl.

Darling, wait.

I'm terribly sorry.
It's all my fault.

She is a little young for such
notions, Miss Drummond.

But I truly
didn't mean any harm.

It's alright.

Why don't you
come to supper?

After supper John will drive you
over to Charlottesville.

Yes, of course.

Darling, I may
never walk again.

Where is it?

"At night across the mountain,
when darkness falls

"and winds sweep down out
of the hollows, the wild things

"with their shiny eyes come
to the edge of the clearing.

- "At such--"
- 'Where's my tablet?'

I've told you kids a million
times to stay away from it.

Is this what you mean?

Yes, ma'am.

You haven't been reading it,
have you?

Actually, I asked Jim-Bob
to find me some writing paper

'and when he brought this..'

I never realized.
Do forgive me.

It's all right,
but it's not very good.

'If I'd known you want to read,
I'd have made you a neat copy.'

Here. It was wrong of me
not to ask your permission

but it is good.
Very good.

It's just that hardly
anybody ever reads

the things in here but me.

More's the pity.

How else is the world to know
how beautifully you write?

If you really like it, I've got
stacks of it up in my room.

Do you?

More frilly things
to wash and iron

compliments
of Her Highness.

It's a crime the way
she's got this family hopping.

House turned upside down,
can't use your own living room

radio blaring
till all hours.

Don't know how you've put up
with it these past few days.

We can put up
with her for another week.

She ought to be
on her feet by then.

- Praise the Lord!
- Made the grocery list?

It's on the table.

See if I can pry
John-Boy and Mary Ellen

away from Her Ladyship
for a few minutes.

Any news about what happened
to Miss Drummond's driver?

Just telling Ike that.
I checked out the roadhouse

where Yancy dropped him off
the other night.

- A place called the Flamingo.
- They know anything?

No, I asked
if he's still around.

They hemmed and hawed
and said they reckon he left.

You got any idea where he might
have gone from there?

Miss Drummond has to forget
about her driver, money, jewels.

- Thank you.
- See you later.

- Hi, kids.
- Hi, Ike.

- What do you need?
- Mama needs a few things.

How's your house guest?

Real fine. I guess she'll be
leaving pretty soon.

Not too sure of that.

She's going to be here a little
bit longer than you suspect.

How's that?

As a friend of your family
I think your folks ought to know

that the lady's
in a little hot water.

What kind of hot water?

Miss Fanny Tatum listened in
on that telephone conversation.

'Her agent never did promise
to send her the train fare.'

'Hung up on her and told her
to go fly a kite.'

I don't believe that.

Miss Fanny's been known
to stretch the truth

and it's just possible
that she's gossiping again.

Don't you think
that it's peculiar

Miss Drummond should just
happen to sprain her ankle

'and then she couldn't go
anywhere?'

It strikes me thatmaybe
that's the driver's fault.

He did run off with everything
she owns, didn't he?

I wouldn't be too sure
of that, either.

Maybe he left
because she didn't pay him.

I wouldn't be surprised
if he's hanging around

the Flamingo right now.

- Don't tell the family yet.
- I won't.

- Hi, Daddy.
- Hi, sweetheart.

Daddy, could I borrow
the truck?

- Is it important?
- Yes, sir.

Got some work out back,
I guess so. Here you go.

- Great.
- Don't be late.

I won't. Thank you.

Come in.

Where is everybody?

The men are outside

and the ladies
are upstairs, I guess.

We won't disturb them.

I just came to drop off
a little remembrance to you.

'It's some
of our papa's Recipe.'

Lady, you are the answer
to my prayers.

Everybody feels that way
about the Recipe.

Well, I must be off.

'And thanks for the Recipe.'

If you like it, there's more
where that came from.

- Toodle-o.
- Toodle-o.

'It's dry as a bone
out there.'

There's only been a couple
of inches all year.

[indistinct singing]

What's going on?

Has that woman
taken leave of her senses?

Grandma, it appears to me she's
gotten hold of some Recipe.

It appears more like
it's got hold of her.

Well, I warned you.

I want that woman
out of this house.

[chuckling]

[singing continues]

- How is she?
- Still sleeping it off.

Why don't you go to bed?
I'll wait up for the boy.

You know I can't sleep
till he gets home.

Couldn't get to sleep.

I told you. You shouldn't have
had all them onions for supper.

- Not the onions, it's her.
- And John-Boy.

Any signs of him yet?

No, not yet.

Maybe we ought to..

[engine revving]

Somebody's come.

Hey, everybody.

What you all doing up
so late?

My Lord, boy!
What happened?

I've been in a fight.

- Why, that's plain to see.
- At the Flamingo.

The very idea.
Brawling in a roadhouse.

Wasn't my fault.

Miss Drummond's driver started
it. I just asked him a question.

Must have been
some question.

I just asked him
if he enjoyed

being a dirty, low-down,
cowardly skunk.

Sounds harmless to me.

'Why didn't you just call the
sheriff and have him arrested?'

Because he's done nothing
to be arrested for.

Suppose running with
Ms. Drummond's money is nothing.

Mama, Miss Drummond didn't have
any money to run off with.

'What about all those jewels?'

'It seems she pawned the last
of them in Atlanta.'

She owed him two month's back
pay. That's why he ran off.

He just got fed up.

They must have paid her
something in Atlanta.

Daddy, she never opened
in Atlanta

because they fired her and got
another actress to take over.

'She's got a bad reputation
for being temperamental.'

'I hope she straightens
herself out'

when she gets back
to New York.

She is not going back because
she's got no way to get there.

John-Boy, you're talking
nonsense.

There's train
fare waiting for her

at Western Union
in Charlottesville.

Grandma, that's a lie because
Miss Fanny Tatum told Ike Godsey

that her agent just turned her
down and hung up on her.

'He was fed up with her temper
tantrums, once and for all.'

She doesn't even have enough
money to get her car fixed?

'Daddy, I reckon she's just plum
run out of luck.'

That explains
a lot of things.

Poor creature.

No place to go, and nothing
but strangers to turn to.

Maybe that's why she's been
acting the way she has.

What are we going to do?

I'm sorry for her.
I truly am.

But I've got young
children to consider

'and I can't have her
in this house.'

'And where's she gonna go?'

I don't know, John-Boy.

I know what I'd do.

I'd just take her to New York
City in my own automobile.

We'll do what we can for her,
but she just can't stay here.

If it was a mangy old dog
who was starving to death

you wouldn't send it away.
How can you do it to her?

That's just the point, Mary.
She's no dumb animal.

She's got a head and the brains
God gave her inside of it.

Of course she's got troubles.
We all have.

But hers are her own doing.

They say some people are
their own worst enemies.

Miss Drummond
is a prime example of that.

But you don't understand her.
She's not like other people.

'You can't turn her away.'

We can, and we're going to.

How can you
do anything so hateful?

'Mary Ellen.'

I don't care.

I'm never going to speak to you
again, as long as I live!

She didn't mean it, Liv.

I think she did.

It's time for her to learn
the facts of life now

before she turns into
another Alvira Drummond.

Bravo.

The last thing the world needs
is another Alvira Drummond.

That wasn't meant
for you to hear.

No, don't apologize
for speaking the truth.

God knows, it's the first time
in years anyone has dared to.

I needed a good kick in the
pants to bring me to my senses.

I won't bother you anymore.

I'll pack and leave
the first thing in the morning.

Leave for where?

Zeb's right. You gotta have
someplace to go from here.

Back to New York, I guess.

Pick up the pieces.

Where're you going
to get the train fare?

Good question.

Maybe you could borrow some
money on that car of yours.

That car is up to it's hub caps
in hock already.

Maybe you could
get some kind of job.

How? The only thing
I know is acting.

If all you know is acting,
then why not act?

Because to act, you need
a stage and an audience.

And I'm fresh out of both.

We're off the beaten track
here, and then

there isn't
much money around

I'm sure people will find some
to get a glimpse of you.

Really?

I bet we could even get Ike
to let us use the pool hall

for a stage and a theater.

Maybe the children
could print up some tickets.

Like we did
for the Christmas play.

They'd spread the word
all over the county.

Why, we'll have them
hanging for the rafters!

What do you say,
Miss Drummond?

Sweeties,
what have I got to lose?

- Here you are, ladies.
- Thank you.

Just on time.

- Good evening, Miss Mamie.
- Good evening, Erin.

[indistinct talking]

This ticket's compliments
of the house for the free use

of your pool hall.

Mr. Walton,
I donated this hall,

and I want to pay
just like anybody else.

Alright, have it
your own way.

Show's about to begin
almost any minute.

Worried about Mary Ellen?

Was hoping she may decide
to come after all.

I thought Miss Drummond
was going to talk to her.

She did,
but it didn't take.

It's just a phase
she's going through.

No, Grandma, I'm afraid she's
really upset with me this time.

She's cutting off her nose
to spite her face

if she doesn't
show up tonight.

That's about all.

Here, Grandpa.

You about ready back there?

I'll see.

- John-Boy, it's 7:30.
- Okay, we're ready.

- All set?
- Yes, how's the house?

Not going to make you rich
but it'll get you that ticket.

That's all I care about.

This is for you. It's a poem
and I don't want you

to read it till you get
to New York, alright?

John, you are an angel.

- How do I look?
- Just beautiful.

- We better get started.
- Okay, good luck.

Ladies and gentlemen..

tonight we are honored
by the presence of a star.

I have the honor
to present to you

one of the great ladies
of the American stage..

Miss Alvira Drummond.

Jason, may we have
the light?

[audience clapping]

Thank you.

It is said that actors
are very special people.

They are born
between the acts..

cradled in dresser drawers,
and nurtured on grease paint.

They come alive
at 8:30 every night

but only in the presence
of an audience.

And when they die, they go not
to heaven, but to the theater.

We are gathered tonight
in a little country store

in the Blue Ridge Mountains
of Virginia

'during something
called the Depression.'

'But the time and the place
are not important.'

What is important is that you
have come to see a show

and I am truly privileged
to perform for you.

"O Romeo, Romeo!
wherefore art thou Romeo?

"Deny thy father
and refuse thy name

"Or, if thou wilt not
be but sworn my love"

[audience clapping]

"Out, out, damned spot!
Out, I say!

[bell rings]

"One..

"Two..

"why, then,
'tis time to do it."

"Hell is murky!

"Fie, my lord, fie!"

"The quality of mercy
is not strain'd

"It droppeth as the gentle
rain from heaven

"Upon the place beneath..

"It is twice bless'd

"It blesseth him that gives
and him that takes."

[clapping continues]

"What's this? a cup, closed
in my true love's hand?

"Poison, I see,
hath been his timeless end.

"O churl!

"drunk all, and left no friendly
drop to help me after!

"I will kiss thy lips

"Happy, some poison
yet doth hang on them

"To make me die
with a restorative.

"Thy lips are warm!

"Yea, noise?

"then I'll be brief.

"O happy dagger!
This is thy sheath

"there rest,
and let me die."

Thank you.

Now, with the special permission
of a very young author

I would like to read
to you a passage

from his first and yet
to be published novel.

From Walton's Mountain
by John-Boy Walton.

"At night across the mountain
when darkness falls

"and the winds sweep down
out of the hollows

"the wild things
with their shiny eyes

"come to the edge
of the clearing.

"At such an hour, the house
seems safe and warm

"an island of light and love
in a sea of darkness.

"At such an hour,
the word "home"

must have come into being

"dreamed up by some creature
that never knew a home.

"In his yearning there must have
come to mind the vision

"of a mother's face

"a father's deep voice,
the aroma of fresh baked bread

"sunshine in a window,
muted sounds of rain on a roof

"the sigh of death,
the cry of a newborn babe

"and voices calling
goodnight.

"Home..

"an island..

"a refuge..

"a haven of love."

[audience clapping]

Thank you so much for
everything. I'm truly grateful.

Bye, sweetie.

- You put on a good show.
- Thank you so much.

- Goodbye, you darling man.
- Goodbye.

Mary Ellen, I think
I've outgrown this

Why don't you keep
it for me?

The next time you decide
to be in somebody else's shoes

remember it's usually
a lousy fit.

Better hurry, you've got
to catch the train.

I'm as ready
as I'll ever be.

Take care
of my car for me.

I'll send for it
when I'm in the chips again.

Don't you worry.

- Ms. Drummond.
- John.

- Bye.
- Bye.

I don't know what
it is about this place.

Maybe it's the air.

but it certainly makes you
feel like a new person.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Good luck.

Thank you again.

Alvira Drummond was
to entertain audiences

again on the New York stage

but I doubt if she ever
found an audience

as appreciative as that group

in Ike Godsey's store
on Walton's Mountain.

'Mama, Mary Ellen's
being crazy again.'

'Acting like she's sticking
a knife in her stomach'

'then flopping over the floor
and pretending she's dead.'

'You don't know acting when
you see it. I'm being Juliet.'

'Settle down there, girls.'

'Mama, think I could be
an actress when I grow up?'

'You can be anything
you want to be, darling.'

- 'Good night, Mama.'
- 'Good night, Mary Ellen.'

In a moment, some scenes
from the next episode

of The Waltons.

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