All language subtitles for The Waltons s01e23 The Townie

I will never forget
the first time

I took a girl
to a motion picture show.

Her name was Sarah, and she
lived on the other side

of Walton's Mountain,
in a little backwoods hollow.

And what happened
was more astonishing to me...

than anything
I could have imagined

if I tried
to write a story...

about such
an innocent pleasure.

-Morning, ma'am.
-John-Boy.

-Sarah Jane ready?
-Sarah Jane.

Still have half a mind
to say no.

She's never been
to a picture show.

I don't hold with
wasting hard-earned money

on such foolishness.

This is a real bargain, ma'am.
They call this a double feature.

You promised me a reward, Mama,
if I won that Bible contest.

I suppose I did. Take her along,
then. Be back by 5:00.

Rest of Saturday's chores
are waiting on you.

Thank you, ma'am. Goodbye.

Behave yourself. Both of you.

Oh Anne, this is such
a dreadfully special occasion.

Everything's beautiful.

You're very beautiful, too.

Have I ever
mentioned it before?

Do you think a young lady
would like being married

to a Member of Parliament?

Anne, you do believe
in tomorrow, don't you?

I'd like to be sure
of a million of them.

Sold to the lady from America:
a million tomorrows.

And we will throw in
a clever young Englishman

to look after them.

-Sara?
-Hi.

You remember me?
Rudy Valentino?

Better known as
Theodore Albert Claypool, Jr.

-Sarah Simmons?
-I'd like you to meet--

Check and double check.
I never forget a pretty face.

Especially when I meet one

at the Inter-County
Debating Contest.

Let's have a Rickety Rax
for sweet Sarah Simmons.

This here's John-Boy Walton.

Oh. And a Rickety Rax
for John-Boy, too.

Rickety Rax, kazoo, kazoo

Give me a smooch
and I'll love you.

Mama's expecting us
at the club.

Hey, wasn't that last movie
a killer-diller?

Ted, we've got to be going.

Hold your britches. I just want
to show Sarah her name in print.

-My name?
-Yeah.

The newspaper had a write-up
on that debate contest.

We're late to meet my daddy,
so I'll go and find him.

-We'll pick you up out front.
-Okay.

Yeah. Now lamp that,
Miss Sarah Runner-up Simmons.

-I got something to tell you.
-Oh, yeah?

Was there something
you wanted to tell me?

That cheeky boy had the nerve
to ask me for a date.

Right there in front of that
other girl in the pretty dress.

Of course, I told him
I was already spoken for.

I feel just like Lady Cynthia
in that second picture show.

"Sometimes you just have
to follow your heart

to wherever it leads you."

You saw where it led her.

At least she was
alive before she died.

She knew what it was
like to be loved.

I'd marry you tomorrow,
John-Boy, if you'd ask me.

You're not serious, are you?

We could run off
and find a preacher

and start a whole new life.

I really never should have taken
you to that picture show.

You're making fun of me.

Sarah. No...

Sarah, I wouldn't
make fun of you.

You just sort of took my breath
away for a minute there.

I mean, getting married
for you, right now...

would be just a way to get out
from under your mother's thumb.

And that's hardly the reason...

to get involved in something
as serious as starting a family.

Just words.

Well...

You know what it says
in Ecclesiastes 3:1.

"To every thing
there is a season."

"And a time to every purpose
under heaven."

But the Book also says:

"Let thy fountain be blessed.

"And rejoice with the wife
of thy youth."

Proverbs 5:18.

That's true.

It's just that.... Well,
maybe....

See, maybe if we were older...

and we still felt the same way

then maybe it would be
a beautiful idea.

But right now--

Doesn't it never occur to you
to kiss me, John-Boy?

Are you gonna be
John boy all your life?

When are you gonna grow up
to be John man?

I'm sorry
I said that, John-Boy.

That's alright.

All sweethearts
have little spats.

That's so they can
have fun making up.

Let's make up, John-Boy.

There's nothing to make up.
I'm not mad.

Well, I am.

Maybe I'll just call
that telephone number

Ted Claypool
insisted on giving me.

Maybe a boy like him
will appreciate a girl like me.

Sarah. Sarah...

Sarah--

I was gonna hold the door open
for her, ma'am.

John-Boy Walton,
I want to know what happened

in the back of that truck.

I do, too, ma'am.

Believe me, I do, too.

Grandpa, a duck egg
and it's still warm.

Well, I do believe
it is. A mallard.

Maybe the mama bird got scared
off by some hunters.

That's most likely
just what happened, Jim-Bob.

Is there a little duck inside?

-I really do believe there is.
-Will it die?

Oh, dear, yes.
Yes, I'm afraid so.

Without its mama sitting on it,
keeping it snug and warm...

it'll most likely die.

-Unless....
-Unless what?

-Unless you could hatch it out.
-Me, sit on it?

No, not you, but--

Supper. Grandpa, Jim-Bob.

We'll be right in,
Mary Ellen. Unless...

you keep it nice and warm
and at even temperature...

right here under your arm.

Can I try? It'll be our secret
project, just you and me.

Most surely can.

Children, dinner.

Mama, can we listen to Eddie
Cantor tomorrow night?

Who put you up to that,
Elizabeth?

Tomorrow night is school night.

-But Parkyakarkus is gonna sing.
-He makes me laugh.

-I like Jimmy Wallington myself.
-I'll talk to your daddy.

How old were you
when you got married?

-I was old enough.
-How old?

-Twenty-two.
-That's a right smart age.

I thought it was.

How did you like
the picture show, John-Boy?

-Fine.
-Where's that old man?

And Jim-Bob?

I called them. I don't know
what could be keeping them.

They're up to some mischief.
You put those two together....

Those two will solve a riddle
alike, won't we, Jim-Bob?

What's the matter with Jim-Bob?

He's practicing to be a general.

One side of him
is standing to attention.

The other side is leading the
charge up a mashed potato hill.

Now, wherever do you
get those ideas?

We think it's funny,
don't we, General?

Alright, here we go.

Lord, thank you
for the bounty of this table...

and for all the blessings
you've given us. Amen.

-John-boy?
-See you later.

You've been avoiding me all day.

I thought you were avoiding me.
I was just made it easy for you.

Maybe I was, at first.

I don't know. Can I talk to you?

See you tomorrow, Sarah.

See you at home, John-Boy.

Everybody knows about us.

I feel guilty, John-Boy.

No, it was as much my fault
as it was yours.

I don't mean that.

I went out with Ted on Sunday.

It's right for you to go out
with other boys.

They say you shouldn't put
all your eggs in one basket.

As if I was some old hen.

You sound like you're glad
I went out with Ted.

I'm not glad at all.

Just don't go
putting words in my mouth, girl.

Did you know the Casa Loma band

was coming to
the university next month?

Is that so?

Ted wants to take me.

We heard them right there
in his daddy's LaSalle Coupe...

on the built-in radio,
playing Smoke Rings.

Don't you just love that song?

You think I should go with him?

Sure, go with him if you
want to. I don't care.

-You don't have to be like that.
-What way?

You're getting my dander up.

What about your mama's dander?

-What's she got to do with it?
-She know you're seeing him?

She'd die if she knew.

So I just told her I was coming
over to study algebra with you.

I don't think
that's one bit funny.

Maybe that's because
you're jealous.

That's got nothing
to do with it.

I don't like getting mixed up
with you fooling your mama.

I thought you'd want to hear
all about my adventures.

I even wrote it
in my diary.

In case someday you'd want to
put me in one of your stories.

You can just go out
and find your own adventures.

-What happened to you?
-I was Wiley Post.

On his way around the world
in his flying machine...

when he slipped in the haymow
and fell on his arm.

-Let me take a look at that.
-No, it's not even bruised.

I rigged up this sling
so he'd keep it quiet.

I feel okay now, Grandpa.

Smells like rhubarb pie.

I wonder if they'd take us on
as official taste testers?

-How's the 10-inch?
-We got it. Try it, John-Boy.

Daddy, you know that
Theodore Albert....

We hear the eternal voice
of doubt.

"Man that is born of woman
is of few days

and full of trouble."

Coming through
loud and clear, Lord.

I was saying, you know that
Theodore Albert Claypool

character I told you about?

Sarah's been seeing him.

That doesn't bother me.
That's not half of it.

The truth is, she sees him and
tells her mama she's seeing me.

And I don't know
what to do about that.

It's not right for me
to keep it all to myself.

But if I told her mama,
that would get her in trouble.

I don't want that.

But if I didn't say
anything about it...

then that could get her
into a lot worse trouble

with that Claypool character.

Maybe I'm making
a mountain out of a molehill.

Maybe she's just imagining
the whole thing

to try to get me jealous.

Whatever it is, this has got my
head in a spin, I tell you.

-Dinner, everybody.
-Time to wash up, son.

You know what it is, Daddy?

Whatever I do,
I'm gonna hurt somebody.

-We'd better talk about it.
-I'd like to.

I want apple.

-Rhubarb for me.
-Here we go.

Mama makes the best rhubarb pie
in the whole wide world.

-Amen to that, honey.
-Stop it.

You'll have me
blushing like a schoolgirl.

No, it's the truth.

Where's Sarah been
the last couple weeks?

-Haven't seen much of her.
-It's a long story.

Sarah's got a secret beau.

If it's so secret,
how come you know about it?

She told me in strict
confidence.

She said she'd stop by sometime
and show us all...

the real eight-cylinder
LaSalle Coupe

he takes her to
the picture show in.

I'll have rhubarb.

-Grandpa, it's time.
-Not now.

Since Jim-Bob's been so patient,
he gets the first piece.

I don't want any right now,
Mama. May I be excused?

Jim-Bob, are you alright?

I think Jim-Bob's armpits
are giving him duck fits.

I better have a look.

I'll have mine later, too.
I got something to do.

-Me, too.
-See you later.

Desserts are bad for my figure,
Mama. Can I be excused?

-Not good for mine either.
-Or mine.

What's going on around here?

It got born, Grandpa.

It sure did, Jim-Bob,
thanks to you.

Hurray for Jim-Bob!

It's sure hard
to keep a secret around here.

What are we gonna call it,
Grandpa?

What could be more appropriate
than the name of Jim-Bob, Jr.

After its proud father.

What do you have to say,
Jim-Bob, Jr.?

He's so cute.

It's Sarah and her secret beau.

I knew it would show up.

Wow, look at it!

It sure is nice.

Who's making all that racket?

Swell car, ain't it, Dad?

You know, kids,
I picked up radio signals

all the way from
San Francisco on this.

-Really?
-Wow!

I've never seen
anything like this.

Doesn't anybody care
if Jim-Bob, Jr. has feathers?

-I can see myself.
-Look at those fat cheeks.

Look at that nose.

Don't smudge the chrome,
okay, boys?

Show them the fancy radiator
cap. Made out of real silver.

-Real silver?
-It's made out of pure silver.

Don't you think you should make
him feel welcome?

-Why?
-Don't you want to see his car?

I reckon.

That machine wasn't meant
to be a toy for a spoiled child.

Ted, I want you to meet
Mr. and Mrs. Walton.

Folks, this is Theodore Albert
Claypool, Jr.

Pleased to meet you,
Mr. and Mrs. Walton.

Hi, Ted. Glad you could drop by.

Care to take a spin in the
LaSalle, Mr. Walton?

No, thanks. I got some
rhubarb pie waiting for me.

-How about you, ma'am?
-No, thanks, Ted.

And, of course,
you know John-Boy.

Hey there.

Written any good
thigh slappers lately, John-Boy?

He doesn't write jokes, silly.

Did you all hear
about John Dillinger?

No, what happened?

It was the headline
all over the Sunday paper.

We don't get it.

He escaped again.
He's a fantastic character.

He busted right out
of the jail

that lady Sheriff said
was escape-proof.

My friend Bobby Joe says
he's just like Robin Hood.

And Jesse James.

-He's quite a guy. He's smooth.
-I don't know.

I don't think there's
much that's smooth

about a cold-blooded
killer like that.

He's just pursuing
his chosen profession:

robbing banks.

It's just that kind of
mush-headed talk...

that makes these kids
go crazy over

a two-bit gangster like that.

Anything you want in this world,
you gotta work for.

Come on, nobody believes
that Horatio Alger bunk anymore.

I do, and I'm not nobody.

Old buddy,
I'll tell you one thing.

I'm not going to spend my life
stagnating behind some desk.

There's all kinds of adventures
out there...

just waiting for the man
who dares to live them.

I'll tell you something,
old buddy.

You may be John Dillinger...

or "Baby Face" Nelson,
or Theodore Albert Claypool, Jr.

But grabbing someone else's
money at the point of a gun...

is a dumb idea
of looking for adventure!

-Is that so?
-Yeah.

Ted, if we don't leave now,
we'll be late.

I gotta be home by 4:00.

Check and double check. We're
off in a cloud of stardust.

It's been a real pleasure
meeting all you folks.

See you again soon, okay?

John-Boy, don't take
any wooden nickels, okay?

Elizabeth, get out
of the way there.

My boat. He broke it.

Come on, children.
Come inside and have your pie.

Leave Ted in peace
till he figures out what to do.

You wanna help him
change that tire, son?

I gotta go make a fuss
over Jim-Bob's duck.

-Darn little brat.
-I wouldn't do that.

Elizabeth loves
this little boat.

Maybe her Grandpa
can fix it up for her.

Want me to fix your tire?

I can do it myself, thanks.

I just thought
'cause you had your fancy duds--

I doubt whether you'd be able to
handle our new hydraulic jack.

Okay, suit yourself.
You need any help, just whistle.

Thanks for offering, John-Boy.

Your mama asked me
in to have some pie

while Ted's fixing the tire.

Rhubarb or apple?

I don't think I want any.

What did you tell
your mama this time?

You're at the Waltons
shelling lima beans

or playing with the dog?

I have a right
to live my own life

without Mama always
breathing down my neck.

Yammering all the time about
the terrible fate

of girls who marry young.

-Maybe she's right.
-What does she know about love?

A dried-up old drudge like her.

So stingy she won't even buy
Uncle Ki a hearing aid.

Chained to her chores.

Just getting through
one day at a time.

Sarah, maybe that's the only way

she can get through
one day at a time...

after your daddy died.

You know, it's not easy
raising a child by yourself.

I don't understand.

Do you really feel right
deceiving her like this?

Maybe she's been deceiving me...

by making me think
that's all there is to life.

Just cooking and cleaning.

Always frowning.

Never admitting that anything
can ever turn out right.

Maybe she just doesn't want
to be disappointed again.

She must have had her dreams,
too, you know.

-Dreams? Mama?
-Why, sure.

At least she took
good care of you.

She tried to raise you
as best as she knew how.

You can't have everything,
Sarah.

Why not? Why can't you?

There's a whole exciting world
whirling around out there.

Just waiting for anybody
with the gumption...

to hop on board
and ride it to the stars.

And that's just exactly
what I aim to do.

I know.

You better be sure you're
pointing in the right direction.

I'm not gonna live like Mama.

Don't you care
about her at all?

Just because you feel close
to your parents...

doesn't mean
I have any obligation to Mama.

I've got Ted.

A man who can get me
out of these hills.

Who can do anything
in this life he wants to.

Except change a tire.

Maybe he could use a little
help, John-Boy.

John-Boy.

You are the only one who hasn't
seen Jim-Bob, Jr. yet.

He's cute as a button.
I love his name.

-When will he start laying eggs?
-Jim-Bob, hes don't lay eggs.

-But I want him to.
-Let me take a look.

John-Boy, we're kind of in a
hurry. So would you just please.

Yes, that is definitely a lady.
She has such lovely eyelashes.

-Then he is gonna lay an egg?
-He, I mean she.

Yeah, but she's got
a little growing to do first.

Sure, Ted. That's your tire,
right here.

-Thank you, John-Boy.
-You're welcome.

Well, Au revoir, Monsieur
Jean-Garcon.

Sarah Jane Simmons, you get your
tail out of that Satan's snare

they call a motor car
and into that buggy.

-You are going home.
-Mama, please.

-You heard me. Move.
-See here, ma'am, you can't--

I read all about you
in this wicked child's diary.

Now, look, ma'am,
she was going with me.

She's my child. She does what I
say, hear? And no two ways.

There were shouts of treason...

when 29-year-old
Patrick Henry presented...

what became known as
the Virginia Resolves...

which said,
in no uncertain terms

that the rights
of Englishmen....

Glad to have you back,
Sarah Jane.

Sorry I'm late, Miss Hunter.

My mama said
to tell you I was sick.

After school, I'll give you
the back work

for the days you missed.

We were talking
about Patrick Henry.

-You didn't have to wait.
-I kind of wanted to.

I thank you for hushing up
what happened on Sunday.

No need.

-Say, has your mama--
-I don't want to talk about it.

Alright.

I'm going over
to Ike Godsey's.

He sent word he's got
a letter for me.

I already know who it's from.

In that case, you'd rather I
didn't go along with you.

Suit yourself.

Now, don't ask me again,
Jim-Bob.

I told you already,
you had to get in early.

-Past your bedtime last night.
-Yes, ma'am.

You're gonna sleep
with that critter again tonight?

-Why not?
-He's getting too big and noisy.

-He should be with the chickens.
-He's a she.

That gives me an idea, Jason.

If we kept Jim-Bob, Jr.
till egg-laying time...

we could hatch a whole flock of
wild ducks and sell them.

But you need a wild male duck
to get her in business.

That shouldn't be hard. We can
use one of daddy's duck calls.

You know, it might work.

Hunters will wade
through a marsh

from dawn to dark
to bring home one mallard.

If we could raise
and sell them

plucked and ready
for the oven....

We get a pile of money.

Not my ducks
you don't put in no oven.

"Their lips met
and she felt...."

She felt....

What did she feel? She felt....
She felt wonderful.

She felt divine.

Come in.

Grandma.

She felt heavenly.

You alright, John-Boy?

To tell you the truth,
I'm writing a love scene...

and I got to the kissing part.

But I don't know how a girl
feels when she gets kissed.

Well, I could
tell you how I felt.

The first time
a boy kissed me...

I thought I was
gonna have a baby.

You can laugh
if you want to,

but I was scared
to death at the time.

No, I didn't mean to laugh.

It's just how could you
have been so innocent?

Well, young people were
protected in those days.

If you were that protected

how did you ever get kissed
in the first place?

He took me by surprise.

That's just like Grandpa.

It wasn't your grandpa.

It wasn't Grandpa?

Does he know that?

You think I would tell
that man I'd been kissed

before we were married?

-And don't you ever tell him.
-No, I would never tell.

You get back to work.

Go on.

Where's Daddy?

Coon hunting
with Charlie Sneed.

I can't get into my writing.
I just got too much on my mind.

-Like Sarah Jane?
-Yeah.

Sounds like love to me.

No, I just worry
about her is all.

Sounds even more like love.

She just doesn't know what a boy
like Claypool is really like.

Could be you're jealous.

Mary Ellen, I don't want you
to break your word

about that letter that
Sarah showed you at school.

I could give you a hint?

Yeah, maybe you could.

Hang this shirt.

Could you do it for me, sis?

I got to finish Ike's order
before I turn in.

John-Boy.

What?

Wait a minute. I can't hear you.

Be careful of that.

I didn't mean
to interrupt.

I should've
finished this earlier.

I'm doing it for Daddy 'cause
Ike needs it in the morning.

I'd better let you
get back to work.

No, I'm just about done anyhow.
Come on in. Sit down.

Ike's setting up a new
merchandise shed

for off-season stuff.

He wants me to help him
inventory the Christmas things.

-That'll be nice.
-Yeah.

-How's your mama?
-She's fine.

Does she know you're down here
this late?

Talking about the holidays...

reminds me of that sleigh ride
your daddy took us on, remember?

Now, why would I want
to remember that?

He pretended we were driving
through a forest of mistletoe.

Trying to get away
from the kissing dragon.

And all the kids
started watching us.

I can just see
them right now.

They were just waiting to see
what we'd do next.

Your daddy's such fun.

And your mama's so good.

I just love being
with your family:

Elizabeth, Jim-Bob,
Grandma, Grandpa.

All of them, everyone.

They're not too bad
once you get to know them.

They're wonderful.

You know, just thinking about
times we had together....

Remember that time last fall...

when you fell into the ice
and Mama blamed me?

And you went right back
out to show her

how it could've happened,
and you fell in.

Daddy says maybe we'll go for a
picnic up to Skyline Drive...

when the weather
gets a little warm.

Of course, you'd be invited
to that, you know.

Well...

I'd better let you
get back to work...

or Mr. Godsey
won't have his lumber tomorrow.

I reckon.

Goodnight, John-Boy.

Goodnight.

Sarah Jane just drove off with
Claypool in that LaSalle Coupe.

Mary Ellen, you better tell me
where they're going

and what was in that letter.

I can't betray a trust.

You'll betray
a trust, alright

if you stand there
like a ninny...

while she drives off with
someone who might ruin her life.

-Don't shout.
-Are they going to get married?

Don't talk to your
sister like that.

Please just tell me where
they're headed!

-Elkton, Maryland.
-Sarah's run off to get married?

I can't wait for Daddy. I'll
take the truck and find them.

Do you know what you're doing?

I'm responsible for this whole
mess. Don't you see that?

I don't see it at all.

Who do you think threw her into
the arms of that LaSalle Coupe?

It was me.

Come on, Reckless,
we're going for a ride.

We should reach Elkton by
midnight, get a motel room...

then make an honest lady out
of you in the morning.

I can't wait.
How about you, honey?

Why did you
turn the lights out?

Roadblock.

Sheriff.
Sheriff Bridges?

-John-Boy.
-Good evening.

Did you see a LaSalle Coupe
pass through here?

That's why I'm here. I'm looking
for that coupe myself.

A townie is trying to elope
with one of our local girls.

Sarah Jane Simmons. How come
you're looking out for her?

Well, the Police Chief
of Charlottesville

is a friend of
Mr. Claypool, Sr.

The Chief called me,
asked me to set up this block.

Seems that Jr. took quite
a few hundreds of dollars

from his daddy's safe...

and skedaddled
in that LaSalle.

His daddy
wants him stopped

before he gets
into serious trouble.

He must have
taken a side road.

-Yeah, well.
-Thank you, Sheriff.

I hope you ain't
looking for him.

Well, yes, I am.

He's got his
daddy's gun with him.

I'll be careful.

Why don't you two go to bed?
I'll be alright.

No, I'll stay up
until we find out

what happened
to the young'uns.

So will I.

-Jim-Bob, have you seen Sarah?
-She came for John-Boy.

Hello, Mrs. Simmons.
Jim-Bob, go on up to bed.

What has your John-Boy done
with my little girl?

Now, just a minute.

That man-crazy sneak
got away from me early tonight.

Your Jim-Bob
says she came here.

What has John-Boy
done to my Sarah?

Nothing, except go after her

when she run off
with the Claypool boy.

Run off?

Oh, Lord, the disgrace.

If I ever get my hands
on her again....

T.A. Claypool, Sr., ma'am.

Are you Mrs. Maybelle Simmons?

I'm Olivia Walton.
This is my home.

That old man at
the Simmons' place told me

I'd find Widow Simmons here.

Please keep your voice down.
My children are asleep upstairs.

Mr. Claypool, I'd like you
to meet Mrs. Simmons.

Mrs. Simmons,
this is Mr. T.A. Claypool, Sr.

What has your sassy-pants son
done with my little girl?

I know my Teddy.

He'd never break into my safe
and run off with a LaSalle...

unless some hip-wiggling
little mountain wench

hadn't put him up to it.

Hold on. That'll be enough
of that kinda talk in this home.

Sarah Jane is
as decent a little lady

as you'll find
on the face of this earth.

She's been like part of this
family for almost a year now.

I know her as well
as my own children.

She's a good, sweet,
kindly child

that works hard
at her learning and chores.

And if she's gotten herself
into some kind of trouble...

by running off
to marry your son, then--

Marry him?

You think my little girl
isn't good enough for your son?

Why, those damn fool kids.

Yes, they are
foolish and immature.

Maybe the way you two
behave toward them

has something to do with it.

Give it to them, Livie.

Look at the way you're taking
on. You, Mr. Claypool.

Trying to blame everybody but
your Teddy for something he did.

Listen here, ma'am.

You let your son go gallivanting

all over the countryside
in that motorcar of his.

But I just wonder how many times
you've ridden in it with him?

Why, you'd make a regular
preacher, Livie.

And you, Mrs. Simmons...

making poor Sarah feel
like she's teetering

on the brink
of a fiery furnace...

with a stiff wind
howling at her back.

If I'd had to live
with that as a child...

I'd have taken up with
the first passing fancy myself.

A person can
only stand so much gloom.

Amen.

Maybe it isn't all
your children's foolishness.

Why don't you
think about that

when you're worrying
about where they are...

and what they are up to.

Amen to that.

Jim-Bob, I thought
I told you to go to bed.

If we don't get
some more gas soon...

we'll catch up with them

on their way back
from their honeymoon.

Oh, my Lord.

You alright?

I think I broke my nose.

Sarah, it's alright.
Where does it hurt you?

My shoulder.

Do you think it's broken?

Okay, but just
don't move it, alright.

Just stay right there and don't
move it. I'll be right back.

-Let me see that.
-I'm sure I broke it.

Does that hurt?

You didn't break it,
you just banged it up.

If you find
that you can't walk

I'll help you after
I get her settled.

I'll get both of you
to the doctor in the pickup.

Come on.

Easy.

John-boy...

I need that pickup.

Look, it's not worth it,
but I'll give you $100

for that piece of junk.

I'm taking both of you
to the doctor.

I'll take her to one once
we get clear of this county.

Maybe she just doesn't want
to go with you anymore.

We're getting married.

How do you feel
about that, Sarah?

I just wanna go home, John-Boy.

There's your answer.

John-Boy. It's loaded, old
buddy, so get out of the way.

She's going with me.

What's the matter
with this thing?

Out of gas, probably.

There's plenty in my car.
Go on and siphon it out.

-You'll shoot me if I don't?
-Your dog first.

Okay, it's alright.
I'll do it.

What's going on?

Mr. Claypool's son
eloped with Sarah.

My boy took some money
from my safe and a gun.

John-Boy went after them
in the pickup.

Is that Daddy?

Jim-Bob's having trouble
getting to sleep.

Talk to him in a minute.

Daddy, I have to talk to you.

-What's your problem?
-I keep worrying.

About what?

Ben says if I don't let
Jim-Bob, Jr.'s babies

be roasted in an oven...

-I'll have to get rid of her.
-They were just teasing you.

You just take good care
of Jim-Bob, Jr.

I'll get this straightened out
with Ben, okay?

Go on upstairs
and stop worrying.

We'll take your car
and see what we find.

I'd feel considerably better,
knowing I was doing something.

I'll be praying for you, and
I'll pray for those children.

John-Boy.

Come on, Ted.

Come on.

John-Boy.

You better unload it.

Money's still in my wallet.

I turned the car over in the
gully. Hurt Sarah's shoulder.

-I've been too easy on you, son.
-I'm sorry.

I'm just not gonna forget
what happened this time.

-There's all that damage.
-I'm sorry.

I'm not gonna pay for it.

Alright, Dad.

But we'd better
get Sarah to a doctor.

How are you two doing?

I'm fine. She took
the worst of it.

No bones broken.

Good to see you
still smiling.

I'm going to miss you.

Take care.

Bye-bye, little girl.

I love you, Jim-Bob, Jr.

Remember in the truck
that time...

you tried to knock
some sense into my head?

Ecclesiastes 3:1.

I remember I tried to.

When I had to learn it
for the Bible contest

that's all they were.

Just words.

Now I think maybe
I hear them in my heart.

And I understand.

"To every thing
there is a season.

"And a time to every purpose
under heaven."

I was not to be the husband
that Sarah wished for...

but we remained the best of old
friends into our adult years.

And when I think of her now...

I remember those pebbles we
tossed into the pond that day.

And how the widening circles
touched and intertwined...

reaching out together
toward the far shore.

Like a family whose love
touched another human being...

and helped carry her
to the far shore of womanhood.

Grandpa, do you think
Jim-Bob, Jr. is married yet?

Wouldn't be at all surprised.

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