All language subtitles for The Waltons s02e04 The Theft.eng

Looking back across
a span of 40 years

the sharp edges of the Great
Depression have worn away.

In memory, the period
seems a happy time.

Yet when we lived them,
they were trying years.

And I remember a time
when our family's pride

and our integrity
were challenged

in a manner that was new
and shattering to all of us.

Okay, I'll take that from you.
You're not gonna read it.

Thanks, Reckless.

-You got any threes?
-Go fish.

Hi, Mama.
92 cents.

-92 cents?
-Yep.

Another whole dollar
all shot to pieces.

Did you bring the newspaper,
John-Boy?

It never came in.
Ike sent you yesterday's.

Any old news
is better than none.

-What's for supper?
-There won't be any

if you two don't get out
and give me some elbow room.

-Jason, Jim-Bob, you, too.
-Oh, Mama.

-Jim-Bob, have you got eights?
-Go fish.

Look, you do, too. If you have
it, you gotta give it.

-Is that right, John-Boy?
-Yep.

Told you.

What's it when it isn't
a depression?

What is what when it isn't a
depression?

-The name of the times.
-I don't know.

Prosperity, I reckon.

Sometimes I think there's a
depression on Walton's Mountain

and prosperity everywhere else.

Where did you get such an idea,
Mary Ellen?

If there's a depression who can
afford to buy things like these?

Look. A 1934 Nash Sedan, $760.

Who could ever save up
that much money?

The only family that could
afford that car

would be the Claybournes.

They'd buy a couple of Nashes,
if they felt like it.

Even with Mr. Claybourne dead?

It was Mr. Claybourne they
buried, not his money.

If they buried his money,

they wouldn't have anything
to pay Daddy.

What are they paying Daddy for?

-He's doing a job over there.
-Daddy's working there?

I wonder if Stuart Lee
Claybourne knows

how gorgeous I've gotten.

I wonder if Stuart Lee
Claybourne knows

how gorgeous I've gotten.

-You want a bloody lip?
-Mercy me, Stuart Lee!

-Come on, leave her alone.
-Don't worry, John-Boy.

I don't pay the slightest
attention to little children.

You put a crease
in my cards.

Daddy could never fix anything.

He'd just call somebody up
and have them come fix it.

-Lucky man.
-Stuart Lee's just like him.

Uh-huh.

Of course, he's hardly ever
around here anymore.

Spends all his time at the
Weatherby place. He's in love.

In love?

Amelia, darling,

I hope you haven't been
pestering Mr. Walton.

She's been good company,
Mrs. Claybourne.

Now, isn't that a miracle?

Humming like brand-new.
You're a wizard, Mr. Walton.

Haven't seen many electric
refrigerators.

Amelia, go fetch your brother

so he can settle accounts
with Mr. Walton.

-Yes, ma'am.
-Darling, please don't slouch.

Good posture is so important
to a lady.

Mother.

I'm afraid there is simply no
hope for this new generation.

In my day, we took pride.

I'm afraid it's only fixed
temporarily.

-It needs a new part.
-A part?

I can have one of Ike Godsey's
suppliers pick it up over

in Charlottesville,
it'll only take a day or two.

-Stuart Lee.
-Mr. Walton.

Always a pleasure to see you,
Mr. Walton.

Stuart Lee, you be especially
generous with our good neighbor.

Yes, ma'am.

Please remember me to your
lovely family, Mr. Walton.

I will, ma'am.

-Thank you.
-Didn't see your truck outside.

I've got a flat. John-Boy's
trying to fix up the spare.

I'd be happy to drive you home.
I'm going by your place.

I'd sure appreciate that.

This thing gets awful heavy
after a mile or two.

-Bye, Mr. Walton.
-Bye bye.

Got any nines?

Go fish.

-Got any sixes?
-Go fish.

Jim-Bob, Jason.

You're playing cards
in this house?

It's not a gambling game,
Grandma.

I don't see anything too evil
about Go Fish, Grandma.

Go Fish today
and poker tomorrow.

The evils of gambling can put
down roots in shallow ground.

Esther, it's no worse
than Hearts.

Go Fish!

Esther, will you stop
rattling them dishes?

You're making as much noise

as Teddy Roosevelt
charging up San Juan Hill.

I want to hear this program.

W.P.A. trucks and drivers will
be distributing the supplies

through the Federal Surplus
Relief Corporation.

Thus, Charlottesville will see
its first breadline.

In sports today,
the Red Sox beat....

We sure are a fortunate family.

If it wasn't for the bounty of
the land, we'd find this table

as bare as a lot of folks
are finding theirs.

Plenty of people having
to take handouts these days.

No member of this family
has ever accepted charity.

No member of this family
has ever been hit

by the Depression
so hard that they've had to.

Sure you won't come in
for a minute?

The truth is, Mr. Walton, I'm on
my way to visit a young lady.

Amelia told me about that.

Kind of sweet
on the Weatherby girl?

My sister's a born gossip.

Creighton Weatherby has the
biggest house in these parts.

I wouldn't mind being
his wood supplier.

Do you think it would be
worth your time

to make deliveries that far?

Probably not.

I'm much obliged for the ride,
Stuart Lee.

See you in a few days,
Mr. Walton.

My regards to the family.

You took a long time at the
Claybournes' today, Daddy.

Those electric refrigerators
are kind of tricky.

Nothing wrong with an old
fashioned icebox, if you ask me.

Nobody did.

Stuart Lee paid me.

Same way his daddy did,
with a sealed envelope.

Elizabeth, eat up.

John, there's only $1 here.

Wasn't as generous
as his daddy, was he?

Don't you reckon he'll pay you
the rest when you finish up?

Sure hope so, we could use it.

Livie, you sure work miracles
with these leftovers.

You're not supposed to be able
to tell they were leftovers.

Even the government is doing
stuff with leftovers these days.

I guess I'll write
to Mrs. Roosevelt

and ask for some recipes.

No, I'm serious.

Government agencies are buying
all these surplus products

and giving them away.

I wish they were giving away
some new tires.

I tried to work on those tires,

but they're not going
to make it.

I know.

I didn't see anything about the
government giving away things.

That's because you only read
the advertisements.

-Mary Ellen!
-Mama, they always pick on me.

-You ever asked yourself why?
-John-Boy.

Alright, that's enough
bickering.

We got enough on our minds
around here. Now eat up.

Pass the potatoes.

Oh, you have had enough now.

Last month this time,

there were three customers
that hadn't paid.

This month, there are
11 bills past due.

How's the flour holding up, Liv?

Got enough to get through
till the end of the week.

Maybe I can trade one of those
hams I cured last month

and get you some more.

We'll manage. We always have.

With all that wild game
I take from the mountain

and your canned goods,
I guess we won't starve.

We've got taxes due
on this property, Liv.

Got an insurance premium due.

Worst problem of all is the
paper-thin tires on that truck.

If they go,
we got ourselves a real problem.

-Are they that bad?
-They sure are.

I may not be getting paid,
but if I can't deliver,

we're out of business.

You look just like a little boy,
sitting there in that light.

I don't feel like a little boy.

I wonder, if we could've
seen into the future

when we were young,
what we would have done.

We'd have done the
same thing we did.

I can't imagine not having you.

Only thing that makes
things easier

is knowing you
and the kids are here.

"For better or for worse."

They've been better. I sure hope
they don't get any worse.

John, how come you don't wear
your wedding ring anymore?

I keep forgetting to put it on
after I work at the sawmill.

I miss it.

It's what it stands for
that counts, honey.

I'm gonna work on the books
some more.

Don't be too late.

Did the part come in, Son?

Yeah. Oh, I forgot.

Right here.

Doesn't look like
too much of a part, though.

You know what they say, "Without
the Nail, the Shoe was lost,

without the Shoe,
the Horse was lost."

I'll go to the Claybournes'
and fix it.

Why don't you finish up here?

Why don't I go over? I'll fix it
for you. I can do it.

It's kind of tricky, Son.
I better do it.

I don't know. Daddy,
I've been thinking.

I'd like to start doing some
of the odd jobs around for you.

I appreciate the offer, Son,
but you're still in school.

I don't like you to miss
studying time.

Come this summer,
I'll break you in.

Don't wanna wait. This is about
the worst it's been for us.

It's only temporary, Son.

Yeah, it's about the worst.

When it's time for you
to start worrying,

I'll let you know, I promise.

I'm not too sure about
that front tire.

If you need a spare,
it's in the back.

Alright. You get
to the garden, you hear?

Mr. Walton, the two of us
could cut the sweat in half.

Thank you, Dewey.

Oh, by the way, Mrs. Claybourne
would be much obliged

if you'd join her
in the drawing room for coffee.

Dewey, I'm in kind of a hurry.

Mr. Walton, there's been very
little company around here

since Mr. Claybourne passed on.

Alright, Dewey.

Mrs. Claybourne.

I forgot what
a beautiful room this is.

This room is my sanctuary.

I always feel
so much more secure

surrounded by reminders
of the past.

There's a place on the mountain
that gives me the same feeling.

Thank you so much, Dewey.

Please sit down, Mr. Walton.

I'm serving coffee because I
know most men prefer it to tea.

-Cream, sugar?
-Sugar is fine, thank you.

Amelia is having
her piano lesson.

And Stuart Lee is.... Well, you
can guess where Stuart Lee is.

The Weatherbys'.

I do think he's going
to marry that girl.

And Amelia, nearly 16.
Off to college in another year.

It's distressing to think
about one's young growing up

going gallivanting
into the world.

But you must know all about
that, Mr. Walton.

Please, have one of these
cream puffs.

Stuart Lee gets them
for me in Richmond.

No, thank you.
Coffee is fine.

But these are especially
delicious.

Perhaps you'd like to take some
of them home for your family.

Our children do love sweets,
don't they?

I'll just have Dewey
make up a package--

No, thank you.
I couldn't do that.

I do have a lot to get done
today. I better be moving on.

How selfish of me.

That big, lovely family
of yours must take

a lot of providing for.

How nice it must be to have
one's day filled with activity.

I often wish I had
something or someone

that really needed
looking after.

Dewey will see you out.

-Good day, Mr. Walton.
-Good day.

They look pretty good to me.

I can put them on for two bits
apiece. Take about an hour.

No, thank you.
I'll do it myself.

Here you go.

They simply are not here.
Not anywhere in this house.

I've searched high and low.

Maybe it's slipped your mind,
Mrs. Claybourne

but some of the very old silver
is stored in the attic.

I know that, Dewey. But I saw
the goblets just last week.

I was worried about you.
You're so late.

-Did you have a problem?
-No, it didn't take long to fix.

-And Stuart Lee?
-He wasn't there.

I had to go all the way
into town.

Did the Claybournes
have more work for you?

No. The spare and front tires
gave out. I had to get new ones.

Oh, Stuart Lee did give you
more pay?

No.

Where'd you get the money
for the tires?

What's this?

Something I picked up.
Thought you might like it.

-John, it's beautiful, but--
-Same color as your eyes.

Where did you get the money?

I couldn't tell you, Liv.

Stuart Lee,
I am at my wits' end.

Those two Paul Revere goblets

your great-grandfather left
to Grandmother, they're gone.

I can't imagine what could have
happened to them.

It makes me feel faint
to think they've disappeared.

You must be mistaken, Mama.

You probably put them
someplace else and forgot.

Dewey, look around, will you?

We've been hunting.

But I'll look some more.

Stuart Lee, I wouldn't forget
a thing like that.

I know I would have remembered
moving them.

Those are two of the finest
pieces we owned.

There's a matching pair in the
Boston Museum of Fine Arts.

I've seen photographs of them.

Mama, maybe somebody stole them.

I hate to entertain
such a thought

but that's exactly
what must have happened.

You both are being foolish.
Who'd do a thing like that?

Oh, dear.

It's such a dreadful thought
to have,

but what else am I to think?

The only person in this house
other than family

has been John Walton.

Mama!

He was here, Amelia.
In this very house.

Alone, and for quite some time.

We can't accuse a decent man
like John Walton.

These are extremely hard times

and even decent people have been
known to behave desperately.

Mama, I don't believe it
of John Walton.

Then who do you accuse?

We have no choice
but to call Sheriff Bridges.

I'll call him
in the morning, Mama,

after we've had a chance
to search.

By tomorrow those goblets may
have been sold,

and we'll never see them again.

I don't think I could bear that.

Either you call the Sheriff,
Stuart Lee, or I will.

Okay.

-Good evening, Sheriff.
-Boy, is your daddy home?

-There he is.
-John.

Is something wrong?

John, where'd you go after you
left the Claybournes' today?

Why are you asking that?

Did you head
for Charlottesville?

That's kind of a strange
question, Ep.

Well, I just left
the Claybourne place

and they've got
two silver goblets missing.

Well, John, it seems that
you were the only caller

since Mrs. Claybourne
last saw those goblets.

She sent for me....

Uh-huh.

All I got to know is

where you spent
three hours this afternoon.

Sheriff, you know my daddy well.

I don't think
that's any of your business, Ep.

I've got to tell
the Claybournes something.

You tell me what to say.

You tell them it's my
business what I was doing.

That's not going to
be acceptable.

What do you mean?

Whathe means is,

he thinks maybe
I'm lying about something.

John, John.

Mrs. Claybourne feels you might
have taken the goblets

drove into Charlottesville,
and hocked them.

You know that's not
what happened.

All I'm asking is for you
to clear yourself.

I don't have to clear myself
with anybody, and I won't.

You know daddy's not going to
take any goblets. That's enough.

John-Boy, I've known your daddy
longer than you have.

No man could even imply
he was a thief

without John letting
that man have it.

-Okay, time we said goodnight.
-I don't like this, John.

Won't you say something
to clear yourself?

-No.
-Daddy, why don't tell him--

Go in the house, John-Boy.

I won't talk about
this anymore, Ep.

-Goodnight.
-John.

I got nothing more to say, Ep!
Goodnight!

Goodnight, John.
I'm around if you need me.

-I told you to go inside.
-Daddy--

-Go in the house, now!
-Yes, sir.

Livie, these things happen
in every family.

I remember the time,
Zeb was gone for three days.

Three days.

When he came through the door,
he hugged the children,

kissed me, and then went
straight off to bed.

In those days, he didn't snore.

And not a word of explanation
or anything?

No, I imagined everything.

The truth was, he was
in Richmond

trying to sign up
for the Spanish-American War.

What is it?

I think I just figured out
why John won't explain himself.

-I put a new leg on this chair.
-Why?

-It's falling apart, like us.
-I was talking to Livie!

Oh. I can't have made
this leg too short.

It must be your table
that's crooked.

-Why, Livie?
-Poker.

John was off playing poker.

Poker? You may have
something there, Livie.

And he knew if we found out
I'd be fit to be tied.

He should be.

A deck of cards
is the devil's prayer book.

I know that George Anderson's
got a game going on now.

And I hear the stakes
are changing with the times.

What's that supposed to mean?

Exactly what I said.

They're playing now
for firewood, food, and labor.

If John is playing the game
I taught him,

he most likely won them tires.

It's high time you
two females realized

that John can take care
of himself.

If that is how he got
those tires,

I'd rather we didn't
mention it to anybody.

He'll tell me
in his own good time.

Zeb.

Come on, I want you to help me
pick beans for supper.

Mama.

John-Boy, I didn't know you were
there. You were so quiet.

Do you really think
he's been gambling?

You can do something for all
of us to make it a lot easier.

Tell the children
that everything is alright.

Remind them that their father
is the kind of man

who minds his own business
as he sees fit.

Hey.

Hey, hey.

What is this?
This is like a funeral.

What would you like us to do,
have a square dance?

Where's Ben?

He's out trying to sell
magazines.

How can he think about money
at a time like this?

At a time like what?

With Daddy acting so mysterious.

Shoot, you children don't really
think Daddy did anything wrong,

do you?

I sure don't think
he did anything wrong.

I can't rightly sit here
and tell you what's going on

with this whole thing.

But the thing to do is just for
us to go about our business

and do what we always do.

When Daddy decides he wants
to tell us what's going on

if he wants to,
then he will, I'm sure.

I think I'm out of business.

I've covered every single
house I can get to.

Hope you had sense to stay away
from those Claybournes.

I didn't go there,
though I did think about it.

-I hate those Claybournes!
-Me, too!

Maybe Stuart Lee will get killed
by an escaped criminal

who steals his car.

Look, Jim-Bob.

I can understand everybody
not feeling too favorably

towards the Claybournes
right now.

But I really think it's stupid
to sit around wasting our time

wishing people dead
or hating them.

That's not gonna make us
get along any better, is it?

"The sins of the father
are visited on the children."

What is that?

You saw what happened today.
Martha Rose wouldn't talk to me.

-That's a blessing!
-She spent the recess

whispering and making faces
at me. I should've whammed her.

You're just getting dramatic
like you always do.

You just wait
and see what happens!

The Sheriff's making
an example out of Daddy.

It's like the Sheriff of
Nottingham and Robin Hood.

I'd just like to roll up
in a little ball and die.

Tell me about it, Mary Ellen.

It's not that I think
he'd ever steal anything.

Why hasn't he said where he was?

Your father is a grown man.
He has his reasons.

And he's the head of this house.

He'll tell us whatever it is
when he's ready.

-But, Mama....
-You ask yourself.

Is my father the kind of man
who'd betray the trust

of his family?

What's the answer?

I'm all mixed up, Mama.

A thing like this
can be very confusing.

Even when you know deep in your
heart that none of it is true.

I depend on you to rely on your
good sense and judgment

and your real feelings.

And to be patient
and wait for your father

to say whatever it is
he has to say.

I love you, Mama. How can you
and Daddy ever love me?

Well, it isn't always easy.

Is it possible they could have
been stolen at another time?

Mr. Walton was here twice
to fix the refrigerator.

Now, Mrs. Claybourne,
John Walton is not your man.

I just ask you
to simply take my word for that.

I have always considered
Mr. Walton to be a most fine

and upstanding man.

But there simply hasn't been
anyone else here.

Ma'am, you're gonna need
a lot more evidence than that

before I can put
a man under arrest.

What am I supposed to do,
Mr. Bridges?

Stand by, while all my good
silver vanishes into thin air?

For the time being,
I'd put them under lock and key.

Well and good,

but that doesn't bring back
what's already been stolen.

Well, ma'am,
I'm gonna do my very best.

Goodbye.

John-Boy, good morning.

Go on up.

I'm sorry about
all that's happened.

Well, I reckon you ought to be
a little more than sorry.

You called my father a thief

when you know that he's never
been anything but helpful

and honest and good
to everybody on this mountain.

I'll bet your mama
just mislaid that junk.

We're still looking, John-Boy.

We're going over every inch
of the house.

Amelia, you're gonna be late to
school. You better go on inside.

You're going here?

She got tired of an all-girl
school.

Even under the circumstances,
John-Boy,

I'd be obliged if you'd
look after her.

What's the matter?

I think I'm a little nervous.

You'll get used to it.

Is there a funeral around here?
Why's everybody so quiet?

Where is John-Boy?

He said he wasn't hungry, Daddy.

He'll probably
have something later.

This isn't a restaurant.

Your mother's got enough to do
without feeding people twice.

John.

You wanna know where John-Boy
is? He's out in the barn.

He got into a fight today

because people were saying bad
things about you.

Better look after her.
I'll go on out to the barn.

Alright, young ones.
Finish eating up now.

I'm not hungry.

"Waste not, want not."
Finish up your food.

Thought maybe
you'd like to talk.

Maybe I'm too angry
to talk right now.

Angry at who?

You.

That's your privilege.

I know it.

Look, Son.

Maybe I wasn't right
sending you in the house

like that last night.

Maybe.

You want me to tell you I didn't
take the Claybournes' silver?

I know you didn't take
the Claybournes' silver.

I don't understand
why you don't trust me

the way I'm supposed
to trust you.

There's something bothering me,
I'm not ready to talk about it.

-So I'm not going to.
-I don't understand that.

Because that's what
you'd expect from me!

You'd expect me to talk
about it!

I have a right to make my own
decisions in my own time.

I got into a fight for you
and I feel like a fool.

Now you're treating me like
Jim-Bob.

Maybe that's because
you're acting like Jim-Bob.

-Now let's go in the house.
-I'll be in soon.

Have it your way.

Is John-Boy alright?

Yeah, he's alright.

You've been acting
mighty peculiar.

Just doing what
I have to do, Liv.

There's nothing you could do
that could make us doubt you.

But why don't I clear myself?

Yes.

Because I don't have to clear
myself with anyone.

I know things have been kind
of strange around here lately.

I just can't see my way clear
to talking about it yet.

Alright, John.

And that silver stuff
at the Claybournes'....

That's a lot of foolishness.
The Sheriff knows it, too.

I just need a little time.

I need you to be patient
for a while.

How's it feel to find our local
man who can do no wrong

ain't no different
than the rest of us?

What're you blathering about,
Dodge?

Who'd think Walton would end up
on the wrong side of the law?

You don't have any facts to back
up a statement like that.

You shut up about things
you don't know about.

Don't have to get so touchy.

It looks like John is the only
suspect you've got.

Dodge, you get
your firewood from John?

So what?

Wouldn't happen to be
behind in the bill, would you?

Everybody owes
everybody else these days.

But not everybody's so quick
to think of ways not to pay up.

-Now, look--
-Okay, how about a pop?

Alright.

Hi, John. Buying pop for
everybody. You want one?

I saw Dodge's car.
Tell him I wanna talk to him.

He's playing pool
with the Sheriff.

I'll see the Sheriff.

Dodge, I've been looking up
some of my old customers

to see when I might expect
some of the pay due me.

Maybe I'll just send it
to your lawyer.

What was that, Dodge?
I didn't hear you.

John, John! Come on!

Dodge, maybe you
better get a lawyer.

Not paying your bills,
that's against the law, too.

Now go on, get out of here,
and pay attention to yourself.

Ike Godsey.

Yes, he's here. Just a minute.

Sheriff, phone for you.

Sheriff Bridges.

All of them?

Alright, thanks.

That phone call said that you
were seen in Charlottesville

the other day.

What if I was?

John, I'm not saying
you stole anything.

But times like these

a man finds himself doing things
he never believed he could.

I could see myself having to,
being tempted.

That's real interesting, Ep.
I sure couldn't.

I sure don't feel much
like doing this.

We've got no choice. I wanna
find out what this is about.

I don't care whether
Daddy wants us to or not.

-Tell me good luck.
-Good luck.

Hello, Ben.

Hi, may I see
your brother, please?

-I guess. Come on in.
-Thank you.

If you'll wait here, Ben,
I'll get Stuart Lee.

Okay.

Amelia, go to your room, please.

Young man, I think
it is inappropriate of you

to appear at this house
under the present circumstances.

Actually, Mrs. Claybourne,

I'm here to offer you
a unique opportunity.

I'm afraid you didn't hear me
correctly, Ben.

Yes, ma'am, I did.

Stuart Lee,
will you please come down here?

You see, I represent
the finest periodicals

now being published
in this country.

Stuart Lee.

-What is it, Mama? Hello, Ben.
-Hi.

Son, please explain to this
child that he's not welcome here

until the situation concerning
his family is cleared up?

-I'll talk to him, Mama.
-I knew you'd take care of it.

I'm sorry, Ben.
My mom is overly upset today.

That's okay.

I came because of this unique
opportunity I have to offer.

For a limited time, I am able
to make an exceptional offer.

Four magazines
for just $5 a year.

They're delivered
right to your door.

Ben, I don't think this is a
good time to talk business.

I thank you for the opportunity,
but we really can't....

Don't need any magazines right
now. You understand?

Yeah, sure. I understand.

See you later, Stuart Lee.

It was awful.
She won't even talk to me.

She kept going on
about Daddy taking the silver.

I'm sorry. I never should have
sent you in there.

It's funny.

Stuart Lee started to say how
they couldn't afford it.

Then he changed about how they
already had enough stuff

being delivered.

-What else did he say?
-That's all.

If you promise not to laugh,
I'll tell you something.

-What?
-You promise?

Promise. What?

It was like something I saw
in a Charlie Chan movie. Really.

Number One Son said you can
always tell when a rich man's

pretending to have money
but really doesn't.

-What about it? I don't--
-It's about their shoes.

-Their shoes?
-Yeah.

When a man loses money,

his shoes look like
they need fixing.

And those Claybournes,
their heels are all worn over.

You've been seeing
too many movies, Ben.

Maybe you've got
something there.

You really think so?

Yeah, I think maybe you do.

Come on.

That's 14 cents, John-Boy.

I've only got a dime. I'm gonna
have to come back. I'm sorry.

Don't think I'll go to a poor
house waiting for four cents.

I wanna ask you a question.

If it's not for a loan,
you've got a chance.

Where did the Claybournes
get their money?

There was a lot of old family
money around for a while

but they went through that soon.

After the old man died,
there were some insurance checks

but they haven't had
those for a while.

What do they buy with?

Credit, just like
everybody else.

-Thank you.
-You forgot your package.

I'll come back
when I've got the money.

Stuart Lee.

John-Boy, you scared me
half to death.

Been out courting Blanche
Weatherby?

Yes, as a matter of fact.

-I got some good news for you.
-What?

I'm getting married.

-Congratulations.
-Thanks.

A girl like Blanche Weatherby?

You'll have to make some changes
before you bring her home.

Changes?

You know what I mean,
you've been over there.

Everything's neat as a pin,
with the grass cut just so.

They must hire three gardeners
to keep it looking perfect.

I've been doing the gardening
myself, just to keep in shape.

Amelia tells me she's become
quite a cook herself.

It came as a surprise to me.

I hope Mrs. Docksteader
isn't ill.

Oh, no. She went back
to Georgia.

My mother just hasn't had a
chance to replace her yet.

There must be hundreds of good
cooks looking for work.

Shouldn't take up too much
time to find one.

Is Amelia doing alright
at school?

Well, she's doing fine, yes.

I think she misses a lot of her
friends from the private school.

Look, why don't you
and I go inside?

I tell you, it's kind of late.
I gotta get home.

I'd like to talk to you about
something, if you don't mind.

Maybe we can talk later.

I'd like to talk now.
It'll just take a minute.

You know me, I read a lot.

The other day,
I was reading a book.

A passage stuck in my mind
where the author said

that we people swallow
a lot of disappointment

between breakfast
and dinner time.

He was talking about pride.

He was saying how it could help
us and how it's not necessarily

a bad thing if we use it
to hide what hurts us.

But when our pride
starts to hurt other people....

You know, don't you?

I know my daddy
never stole anything.

John-Boy, maybe I can explain.

Mr. Claybourne,
I'm so glad you're back.

-Is something wrong?
-Your mama, Mr. Claybourne.

She got so upset about the
goblets, a few minutes ago

-she just took off.
-Where?

I tried to get her to wait
till you come back.

But she said she was going over
to the Walton place

and she was going to get her
things back, no matter what.

I've come for the return of my
property, Mr. Walton.

Mrs. Claybourne,
you're making a mistake.

I'd like you to leave my house.

It pains me deeply, Mr. Walton

but no one else
could have taken my things.

I'm not a thief, ma'am.

I must agree with my husband,
Mrs. Claybourne.

I think we should end this
discussion.

It does not please me
to have to say these things.

I do understand how
hard times are

and how an upstanding man could
be forced by circumstances

to do something
repellent to him.

Nevertheless, I must ask
for my belongings--

Mrs. Claybourne.

You mustn't be angry,
Stuart Lee.

I'm only doing
what I have to do.

-Now, Mr. Walton--
-Mama, wait.

I have waited quite long enough.

Mr. Walton, Mrs. Walton

I'm the one who took the silver.

-That can't be true--
-Please, Mama.

My mother never understood
about money.

My father always
protected her...

and didn't ever want her to
worry about anything

except being beautiful
and his wife.

And when he died,
no one had the courage

to break the bad news
about our finances to her.

Bad news?

Our money was all gone,
Mr. Walton.

And without thinking about it

I did what Daddy
had always done.

I tried to protect you
and keep your life

the way it had always been.

-Please don't say any more.
-I have to, Mama.

That's why I started
selling things off.

It's all gone, Mama.

The jewelry,
pewter collection

everything you thought
we'd stored away.

I don't believe that.

You can't be telling the truth--

I am, Mama.

Now there's nothing more to say.

Except to Mr. Walton.

I'm very ashamed.

I'm afraid being ashamed
isn't enough, son.

The truth is extremely
painful, Mr. Walton

and I share the same feelings
as my son.

My actions have resulted
in pain and grief for us all.

I most humbly beg your pardon.

Please take me home, Son.

Make sure the Sheriff
knows about this.

I will, Mr. Walton.

I'm sorry.

Well, that's over.

Not quite, Son.

There'll be some things
I want to talk to you about.

Right now, I'd like to have
a few words with your mama.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight.

Liv, did you ever think
I took those goblets?

But you have noticed I've been
acting kind of strange lately.

Yeah, I've noticed.

Well, honey, you see,
I had to have those tires.

Otherwise we'd be
out of business.

I know.

If you know what
a hock shop is....

I've seen the one in town.

It's just a store
like any other store.

It's a place where you go
and you sell things, valuables,

for money.

-Is that what happened?
-Mm-hmm.

John, I loved that ring.

You think we could get it back?

With tires on the truck,
I stand a chance.

I promise you, we'll try.

And just because
these are hard times

that's no excuse for me letting
my pride get in the way.

Once my pride got started,

I guess my stubbornness
took hands with it.

I owe you all an apology.

-Daddy.
-What is it, honey?

If the wedding ring is gone

does that mean
you and Mama are still married?

I hope so, honey.

John-Boy, how about you
saying the prayer?

Okay.

Dear Lord, we thank thee
for the bounty of this table

and we ask for thy continued
blessing on this house

and on this family.

-Amen.
-Amen.

The Depression lingered on,
and there were other bad spells

but we lived through them, too.

And as each year ended

it was difficult to recall the
hard times we'd come through.

Looking back, I realize now

that the real bounty
placed before us each day

was the love we had
for each other.

It shaped our lives,
fed our souls

and crowned our happiness.

Lights out soon, John-Boy.
Electricity costs money.

-Just another minute, Daddy.
-It's not fair.

John-Boy's getting
to stay up later than us.

It's because he's the oldest.

-Did somebody call me?
-Oh. Go to sleep.

Goodnight, old woman.

Goodnight, old man.

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