All language subtitles for The Waltons s04e03 The Fighter.eng

When I was growing up
during the Great Depression,

I often marveled at the road

which connected us
with the rest of the world

and which brought us
friends and strangers.

The road afforded
us our isolation

and at the same time
provided a link

with the rapidly
changing cities.

Here on Walton's Mountain
there was a "Y" in the road

where a fateful decision
was to be made by a new friend,

a decision that was to involve
the entire family.

Wish we had more time
for a chat, Verdie.

Me, too.

How long is Harley
gonna be away?

He's not due back
for a week or so.

Okay, watch out, Jim-Bob. This
is gonna be a real good one.

Come on, Erin. Throw the ball.

Thanks again for the jam.
We're really gonna enjoy it.

You're welcome.
Time to go, Jody.

Oh, Mom, we just got here!

You heard me.

Mrs. Foster, when can Jody
come back for a real game?

When Jody does his chores.
Come on.

-Goodbye.
-Bye-bye. Bye, Jody.

Jim-Bob, you better go
to your daddy.

He's not in a good mood.
He needs some help. Now.

No time to play anymore.

-I'll take that, Mr. Schubert.
-Hm?

-Oh, they working?
-Yes.

Okay.

It's about time.
More work out of Reckless here.

Come on, I'll set you up
in the mill, you can help Ben.

-Look at that old dog.
-Yeah.

She's dreaming
she's out hunting again.

Probably running a cottontail
or treeing a raccoon.

If your daddy wasn't keeping
such an eye on me

I'd lay right down alongside her
and go off dreaming myself.

Look at her. She's
dreaming she's in heaven

and every cloud
is a fleecy white rabbit.

* Ol' Shepherd's gone
where good doggies go *

* And no more with
ol' Shep will I roam *

* But if there's a heaven
I know where she'll go *

* Ol' Shep has
a wonderful home **

Can I get any work out
of anybody today?

One little song lightens
the heart and the workday.

You will get those in.

What do you want done?

Easy, girl, easy, easy.

That's a good girl, yeah.

Reckless is as harmless
as an old hen without teeth.

You just surprised her.

You sure know
how to gentle a dog.

Yeah, we got dogs in Richmond.
Mean and lean and hungry ones.

Yeah.

Ain't no places
like this where I've been.

Walton's Mountain?

Sure putting on
quite a show today.

Yeah.

-Mr. John Walton?
-That's me.

James Trevis Clark. I saw your
notice in the general store.

"Help wanted. Hard work."
Mr. Godsey gave me directions.

I'm looking for hard work,

to blow the soot and factory
fumes out of my system.

Your pipes don't appear
to be too clogged-up.

Most anybody run from Ike Godsey
to here would be puffing

and heaving like
a broken-winded mule.

This is my father, Zeb Walton,
my son, John-Boy Walton.

James.

You run all
the way from Richmond?

Right smart of it.

You know, I was thinking
of hiring a local.

Drifters always coming
from somewhere

and going somewhere else.

Yeah, this is where
I wanna be.

John, we could do
with some help.

It's hard work, hauling logs,
chopping them to size.

Give it to me.

Let's try it
for a day. I pay $2.

Clean these logs off here.

-Ever swing an axe before?
-Give me one and I'll show you.

No, thank you.

You sure are strong.
What you do, lift weights?

I have.

Well, that's it for today.

$2, well earned.

The job's yours
tomorrow if you want it.

I appreciate that, Mr. Walton,
but instead of cash money,

I would be obliged
for room and keep.

I looked over the barn.
Do just fine.

It's yours if you want it.

I prefer being alone and taking
my meals alone, if nobody minds.

A man has a right
to his privacy.

You enjoy your work,

for someone who seems
to have his mind elsewhere.

Yeah, this is a place
of many horizons, John-Boy.

-What're you thinking?
-Just wonder what he's after.

-Said he was after privacy.
-That's what he said.

-Morning!
-Good morning.

-Good morning, ladies!
-Morning.

I wonder what he's doing

running through the woods
at the crack of dawn?

I don't know.

Do you think
he'll have the strength

to put in a full day's work?

-Hey, that's quite a beat.
-Keeps you on your toes.

-What's he doing?
-What does it look like?

-Can I try?
-Sure.

Come on, Elizabeth.

Here, let me try.

-No, come on!
-Come on, let me try!

-Let me...
-Give it!

Break, break! That's enough!
Back to work. Got chores to do.

-Come on, that's enough.
-I wanted to try.

Skipping rope
is for little children.

I'll see you there.

-See you later.
-Okay.

Suppose after our chores
you could show me those steps?

Sure thing.

Me, too. I'll
bring my own rope.

Alright.

Well, I best be moving
my logs before I lose my job.

Nice fancy pair
of shoes you got there.

Nice footwork, too.

But tell me if I was wrong. Is
"break" the correct word to use?

I mean, isn't that what
they say when the bell rings?

John-Boy, just what is going on?

James is in training.

-He's a fighter.
-What?

-A fist fighter?
-Are you sure?

Of course, look at it.
It all figures, doesn't it?

The cross-country running,
fresh air,

the fancy footwork, the shoes.
He's in training.

Well, what do you know,
a pugilist on Walton's Mountain.

No wonder he
didn't like my food.

He's had his brains
shook loose.

It's got nothing to do
with your food.

He's a prizefighter.
He's got to watch his weight.

Just think of it as you two
running a training camp kitchen.

John-Boy, that is not amusing.

He's setting a bad example
for our children.

It's bad enough being a fighter,

but it's sinful
to take money for it.

Many is a bare-knuckle
fight I've had

out behind the bar dancing
and mostly over you, Esther.

I didn't like it then
and I sure don't like it now.

I think I'll go to the barn
and give James a few pointers

on the manly art
of self-defense.

Come on, Pa.

John, you hired him.

How do you feel about
harboring a fist fighter?

John, it is upsetting. He didn't
tell us his real mission.

I feel like we're being used.

John! Say something.

Well, Liv, James is a good
worker, doesn't cost us much,

lightens the load
for the rest of us.

Hey, Mama, you know something?

I'll bet there's a story here.
A story for the newspaper.

All I gotta do is
find out a little bit

about James' background,
his drives, his ambitions.

I'll bet they'd buy it
for the sports page.

I thought you'd set your sights
higher than the sports page.

What about Grantland Rice?

He became famous writing
about sport champions.

Bill Tilden, Helen Wills,
Bobby Jones and Jack Dempsey.

Come in.

Hey.

Hard on the fists.

You sure make friends fast.

Well, this is a friendly place.

We don't know each other
too well.

Yeah.

If I wanted to do a story
on you as a fighter

what would you say to that?

For instance,
what makes you a fighter?

In this almighty world,

if you've got burdens,
you work them away, don't you?

You let all that energy out.

Like working
in the cotton fields

or the docks at Newport News.

Knocking people's brains out.

Look, I'm a stringer
for the Jefferson County News

so that's why I'm...

You know. But I'm interested.

I'd like to know
what makes a likeable

and apparently
peaceful fellow like you

who's managed
to endear himself to everybody

from Grandpa all the way down
to Reckless, here,

except for Grandma,
her nose is out of joint.

Yeah. The fried potatoes.

I should have taken them
and given them to the chicken.

Anyway, I'm interested
in you and...

Uh-huh.

Well, could you
at least tell me a little bit

about where you come from?

Richmond.

City of 55,000 of my people
in miserable tenements.

You ever been there?

I have only driven
through the slums.

Hm. Most drive around, they
don't wanna know it's there.

The street was our playground
and social center.

For the young,
life was dangerous, meaningless.

Then out of street brawls

I discovered the dynamite
in my fists.

I saw what Jesse Owens was doing
in track. The "Buckeye Bullet."

And I decided
to lift myself out of the slums.

Escape the quickest way
possible, sports.

Like Joe Louis, huh?

Joe Louis.

Joe Louis made us
feel like something

when he knocked out Max Baer.

A religious feeling.

My people poured out
into the streets,

laughing and shouting and
shaking hands with strangers.

I've got dynamite in me.
And it started with my fists.

You got a fight coming up?

My return to Richmond, my
hometown, a week from Friday.

Got to line up a manager,
and a stool-and-bucket man.

I thought you
escaped out of there.

No, it's not back to the slums,
John-Boy. This is my big fight.

A purse fight, winner take all!

I've club-fought from Baltimore
to Washington, D.C.

In Baltimore you couldn't beat
a home towner with a hammer.

And I hope to get a fair fight
in my own hometown.

-Might not be too easy.
-What do you mean?

Speaking of fair,
when you first came here

you said all you wanted was
fresh air and hard work.

Mama thinks you're using
this place as a training camp.

Is that fair?

It's fair, John-Boy.
You get an honest day's work,

and I get to train
in some clean air. It's fair.

You're honest about it.

Any final word
for the waiting world?

Yeah, John-Boy. I'm gonna win.

Write that.

Here, James.

-Ben, throw it to me.
-Come on, Ben...

-Jim-Bob, burn it right.
-Here.

Erin, stretch out and catch
the ball with your hand.

Here we go now.

-Like that?
-Perfect. Perfect.

It's unladylike.

Esther, woman wasn't made to
ride sidesaddle all of her life.

Now you're an
authority on women?

From afar and near.

I almost got you.

Yeah, you catch on quick. You're
a pretty good ballplayer.

We're all pretty
good ballplayers.

Great, because
girls' softball teams

are becoming a big thing
in the cities.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. They're wearing
snazzy uniforms,

drawing big crowds
and making big money.

John, I just don't like
what's happening.

Times change, Liv.

Remember that picture of the NRA
girls parading up New York City

in shorts with eagles painted
on their backs?

I burnt that picture in 1933.

I can close my eyes now
and see those NRA girls

prancing around with
their long legs.

Oh, you're a wicked old man.

Why, thank you, Esther.

James, what field do you want me
to play? Left, center or right?

Play all three, Jody. You're an
all-around athlete, aren't you?

Whatever you say, coach.

-Let's get that game going, huh?
-Yeah.

Jason, you catch and Elizabeth,
you'll be up first.

-Okay, come on.
-Alright, let's go.

-I'll be third.
-Here we go.

Hats on. Alright,
here we go. Here we go.

-Here we go, right here.
-James, burn it in here, boy.

-Come on.
-Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

Now, you just

cock the bat back here, right?
Stay right here.

Raise your arm and swing flat
so you can hit the ball.

-Alright?
-Okay.

Come on, look alive. Look alive.
Alright, here we go.

-Alright.
-Come on, Elizabeth.

Go! Run!

-Safe!
-Attagirl!

Excuse me.

John-Boy, is James' fight
gonna be broadcast?

I reckon. It's the main event.

The Richmond station
will broadcast it.

We have our regular
programs to listen to.

Liv, we got to listen
to how James makes out.

John, we're not
tuning in that fight.

You and Ma and the girls can go
upstairs and occupy yourselves

like the time the boys came to
listen to the Louis-Baer fight.

Something happens to men
when two other men

try to knock each other
senseless for money. Even you.

All we could hear upstairs
was stomping and hollering

like bloodthirsty Comanches.

I'm convinced somebody
brought a bottle.

Not one of our friends, Esther.

You were stomping
and hollering worst of all.

I swear you had a skinful.

Oh, no. No, Esther, not a
skinful. Just a snoot full.

And the rest will be bottled
when we make enough.

Jason, that tune
is getting on my nerves.

My Tattoo Blues? Listen.

Can't you just see James'
footwork and shadow boxing.

What happened to the composition
you were working on

for the Kleinberg Conservatory?

Mama, before I was imitating the
old masters, but this is mine.

Instead of some dull exercises,
my fingers are springy.

For heaven's sake.

Daddy, suppose I could save up
and buy some boxing gloves?

Instead of an aviator,
I'm going to become a fighter.

You, a fighter?
Jim-Bob, you're too puny.

Size isn't everything.
They have all kinds of weights.

Flyweight on up.
It says so right here.

-Charles Atlas!
-Gimme that!

"The 97-pound
weakling who became

the world's most
perfectly-developed man."

Mary Ellen, you give me that!

-Easy, stop.
-Jim, you forgot your biceps.

Now stop it.

John!

Okay, come on. Let's go.

I will not have this
house turned upside

down because of a prizefighter.

"If a man gouges
out another man's eye,

he must pay with his own eye."

Wonder what he thinks about the
Law of Moses. "If a tooth..."

If you don't tell
him to move on, I will!

Liv, he's a good worker.

I have nothing against
him, it's what he does!

Alright, alright. It means that
much to you, I'll talk to him.

It does.

Especially if you're going
to quote the Bible on me.

"And David girded his sword
upon his armor,

"And David said unto Saul,
I cannot go with thee

"for I have not proved them.

"And David put them off him.

"And he took his
staff in his hand,

"and chose him five smooth
stones out of the brook,

"and put them in
his shepherd's bag..."

"And he walked down the brooks
of the Himalayan mountains.

"And he moved on down the Nile.

"And his sling was in his hand,

"and he drew near
to the giant Philistine.

"But Goliath saw David,
and he disdained him,

"for he was but a youth.

"The Philistine cursed David by
his gods and said, come to me,

"and I will give thy flesh
to the fowls of the airs,

"and to the beasts
of the fields.

"Then said David,
thou comest to me

"with a sword and
a spear and a shield.

"But I come to thee in the name
of the Lord God of Hosts,

"the God of the Armies of
Israel, Whom thou hast defied,

"for the battle
is the Lord God's.

"And this day will the Lord
deliver thee into mine hand,

"and I will smite thee.

"And all this
assembly shall know

"that the Lord saveth
not with sword and spear.

"And it came to pass..."

I'd like to talk to him.

"David put his hand in his bag

"and then took out
a stone, and slang it,

"and smote the Philistine."

Yeah.

-What happened, Mama?
-James and I talked.

Seems he wants to
use the prize money

to build his own
country church here.

-He has the call to preach.
-What?

There goes the best
worker I ever hired.

The call to preach?

That defies belief.
A fist fighter with a call?

He has it, Grandma.
He wants to help his own people.

I don't believe it. You need to
have the journalism scholarship.

You got more out of him than me.

Then he can stay?

I wish James would stay
just the way he is.

-And what is that, Elizabeth?
-Fun.

Teaching you things
when you don't even know it.

Besides, I don't like
church much anyways.

Elizabeth Walton,
well, that's blasphemy!

To think that
I would live to see

a grandchild of mine
say such things.

Don't look at me, Ma.
It's not my department.

It is mine and you'd better

change your
attitude, young lady.

Well, the kids always
have to sit up front.

Well, that's to keep you
out of trouble and awake.

When you sit up front,

the preacher just looks right
over you and at the grown-ups.

-And talks over your head, too.
-Careful, young 'uns.

The walls of Jericho'll
come tumbling down on you.

John, it seems that James
needs an honest manager

to help him have a fair fight.

John-Boy, will you drive James
into Richmond tomorrow?

I got my work here
cut out for me.

Sure, I'd like that.

-Good morning, John-Boy.
-Morning, Verdie.

Have you seen Jody around?

Find James and
you'll find Jody.

I know!

Jody hasn't been able to talk
about anybody else

since James came
to the Mountain.

He has made his presence felt.

Teaching Jody how to
field and run the bases.

-I'd like to meet James.
-Well, come on.

Alright, Jody, now.
Don't pull the punches!

Come on, come on. That's it.

Come on, hit me, hit me.

-Jody!
-Yes, Mama?

Jody, you go home!

James, this is
Mrs. Foster, Jody's mama.

-It's a pleasure.
-Teaching my boy to fight!

Verdie, James'
fighting has a purpose.

Jody, you heard me! Home!

You don't have to be
so hard on him.

He just needs one big fight
to help his people.

My people have come further
than a bear and bull in a pit!

Why would they wanna pay to see
you or anybody else fight?

To see you beaten to a pulp!

Verdie, this is crazy! Crazy!
You're just blowing off steam.

He thinks he's helping Jody.

John-Boy, you taught
me how to read.

And you helped bring my husband
and Jody and me together,

but that kind of
help we don't need.

Verdie, I feel the same way
about prizefighting you do.

But after this one fight

James is gonna be
working for the Lord.

He's gonna make a church

for the people who've been
meeting in your house.

I will not accept blood money
in the name of the Lord!

I'm surprised at you, Olivia,
taking the devil's side.

What's your interest
in this, Walton?

I'm a friend.

I'd like to see that he gets
a good manager and a fair fight.

He's got the fight. I booked it.

With the Comet Kid.

Local favorite?

Hometowner?

What are you, a wise guy?

I told you, I'm a friend.

He needs a manager,
he needs a corner man.

Leave all that to me.
I'll sign him, Benny.

Hi. Sam Mumford.

-John Walton.
-Nice to know you.

Bring him into my office.

Hi, kid, I'm your new manager.

Now, you let me do
the talking and the thinking.

You do the fighting,
and we come up winners.

Come on, let's go.

Now, I don't want no
misunderstandings.

Winner take all.

That always gets
a big play in the press.

Well, winner take all,
but the loser gets expenses.

Manager, corner man, meals.

When you lose, you get expenses.

What is this?

Hey, look, Walton,
you're from the woods.

There's going to be a lot of
heavy betting on this fight,

and I wouldn't want nobody to
make any mistakes in judgment.

Mr. Rafferty, I ain't
never been set up.

Hey, look. You better have a
private talk with your manager.

Sam, this fight is booked.

I gave my word. No mistakes.

Please?

You're good, kid.
Sweet-looking good.

But the last time I heard that
speech from Benny Rafferty,

the fighter who wasn't
supposed to win and did..

Well, him and his manager
got jumped, beaten up

and dumped in
an outbound boxcar.

You know, kid.
You've been there.

No! I ain't never been there.
And I ain't going there.

You said you'd sign him.

You can't sign a fighter
with a broken arm!

We went to find
a manager for James and..

Mama, it's gonna take
a little explaining.

In fact, I don't really know
if I can explain it right.

But we went to find
a manager and I..

Your son, me, the writer,
is the manager.

Good Lord.

John-Boy, I don't think
I like the sound of that.

John-Boy.

John-Boy, I've been
fighting on my own before.

Sort of a loner, as you can see.

And I'm better off
without a manager.

You really don't need
to go to the fight.

I know I don't know
much about fighting.

But, I was thinking about going
to the library tomorrow

and taking a book
on it. Maybe I can...

A book has not been
written that tells how

to be a manager or a fighter.
So, forget it.

Hey, your manager
says it's time for bed.

Alright, John-Boy,
you're on your own.

What's going on, John?

Look, Daddy.

I didn't want to make
Mama nervous or anything,

but the truth is that
the manager ran out

because there was a threat

to hurt James if
he wins the fight.

Is there a threat
to hurt the manager, too?

Well, I didn't want
to worry you, either.

Pa, it looks like you and me
ought to go to this fight.

-Pick up Ike, too.
-Zack, too.

He'd be terribly upset if he
knew something's going on

and we didn't include him in.

What I don't know about
being a fight manager...

Alright, son, we'll
be in your corner.

Haven't picked up a bucket or a
stool since I was in the Army.

I surely wish those city
softies would take us on!

You alright, Pa?

My galloping gout's
caught up in the rheumatism.

But I'll be alright
the day of the fight.

Alright.

Hi.

Thought you might
need an extra blanket.

Well, thanks, Jim-Bob. It
does feel like a two-dog night.

How do you think
they'll announce you

in the ring tomorrow night?

Why?

Joe Louis is "The Brown Bomber."
So I came up with one for you.

You like to get your fights over
with your one-two punch.

How about "Boom Boom"?

James Trevis Clark.

-Your fight name?
-My name.

I see what you mean. You like
to be called James Trevis.

I like to be called James Robert
every now and then.

Night.

Thanks for
the blanket, James Robert.

-You about ready to turn in?
-Shortly.

What have you got there?
Where did you get that?

Oh, well, Elizabeth
gave it to me.

She said it was
some stories you wrote.

It's sort of a thing I was
trying to write something up for

Elizabeth's Sunday school class.

You know, sort of
simplified Bible stories.

I'd take the verses
and re-write them

to make them easy to understand.

"Christ and the Children.

"Whoever receives one little
child in My name, receiveth Me.

"But, whoever
offends one of these

"little ones who believe in Me

"far better for
him that a millstone

"be hanged around his neck,

"and that he be drowned
in the depth of the sea."

See, I asked her to
draw a picture of what

she thought a millstone
would look like

around a fellow's neck.

Look at that sinner
going down into the sea.

That's been a long time ago.
I forgot all about it.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight.

-So now you're a manager.
-Yeah.

-What is it like?
-No complaints.

Working with a winner.

Get some sleep.

Morning.

-Morning.
-Breakfast.

I'm rereading them.

How much sleep did you
get last night?

-Huh?
-Some.

I can't believe it.

You train like crazy and then

you stay up the whole night
before the fight

just reading Bible
stories for children.

I thought I had
power in my fists.

This is power.
Words. Your words.

Words to give young people
great lessons from the Bible.

Yeah?

Well, words ain't your
weapons tonight, James.

Good evening, sports fans.

Direct from the Richmond Arena,
this is Billy Walker

bringing you the main event.

Ten rounds of boxing.

Tonight, The Comet Kid,

a popular favorite
here in Richmond,

is being challenged by the up
and coming James Trevis Clark,

The Ebony Flash.

Clark is coming
into the ring now.

Give him a chance.

-What do I do now?
-Take off my robe.

-How you feeling?
-I'm just fine. Just fine.

-Put the robe on.
-Okay.

-What do I do now?
-Nothing.

Here comes The Comet Kid
down the aisle.

No. This isn't The Kid. There
must be a last minute change.

Stand by for your
ring announcer,

Howling Harvey Slocum.

That's not The Comet Kid we saw!

Daddy, that's not the same
fighter we saw.

This guy is much bigger!
Must run to 170!

They brought in a ringer.

What you wanna do about it?

Alright, fight fans, here we go.

The main event...

Now, you don't have
to fight, we can protest.

It's alright, I'll fight him.

The Comet Kid has taken ill.

So introducing his
substitute at 165 pounds.

But truly a boxing bonus
brought to you by your promoter,

Mr. Benny Rafferty.

And now the highly-regarded
Pennsylvania State Champion

from Pittsburgh,
Iron Mike McCoy!

His opponent this evening,
weighing in at 161 pounds,

a crowd pleaser,
who's electrified the circuit

from Baltimore
to Washington D.C.

The ever-dangerous
James Trevis Clark,

The Ebony Flash!

Alright, and your judges at
ringside, ladies and gentlemen,

Commander Howard Bradbury,

Mr. Clifford Spencer.

And your referee tonight,
Honest John Kelly!

The War Of The Week is about to
begin as Mighty Mike McCoy

and The Ebony Flash meet
in the center of the ring.

Why call him The Ebony Flash?

I'll bet he's mad.

I'd have called him
the "Tattoo Tornado."

Hey, quiet!

Clark! Clark!

Clark!

Clark comes out to
the center of the ring.

McCoy waits for
him, confidently.

-How's he doing, Daddy?
-He's doing alright.

-He's doing alright?
-He's doing good.

Come on, James, hit him!

Clark shoots a left
jab to the head

but McCoy comes right back
with a smashing body blow.

...two left, right, combos.
Clark slips that punch.

Slips away, bobs, weaves. It's
surprising.

Clark is taking
the fight to McCoy.

Yeah.

Come on, James!

Clark continues
to jab at McCoy's head

straight, stinging blows.

-Elizabeth.
-Iron Mike moves in...

I'm saving a place for you.

Clark breaks out of McCoy's
vicious infighting.

Iron Mike moves
steadily forward,

he's working on Clark's body.

Clark, The Ebony Flash,
is setting the pace,

carrying the fight to Iron Mike
from Pittsburgh.

A good right hand
from the Mighty Mick!

Clark responds with a flurry!

McCoy is hurt! A left and a
right to the chin by Clark.

Come on, hit, hit, hit!

Clark decks McCoy with a left

hook to the chin
right on the button!

McCoy is down!

Get him again!
Come on, get him again!

Get him again, James!

Come on, James, get him.

A savage attack!

Clark never should have knocked
him down in the first round!

He really stirred
up the animal!

Beautiful, James!

Just relax now,
James. Don't talk.

Okay, you're doing
just fine. Just fine.

So are you.

After three rounds, The Ebony
Flash could be ahead on points

because of the knockdown.

His headhunting
has been effective.

It remains to be
seen if Iron Mike's

body blows will wear him down.

He'd better put him away early!

Yeah. That's his style.

That's it! That's it!

Clark comes out quickly,

keeping that left jab
in McCoy's face.

He circles McCoy, a slick,
smooth dancing master!

Close in here.

McCoy has the savage power...

-Come on and listen, Grandma.
-To a prizefighter?

I'll dance for the devil first.

McCoy is trying to turn it
into a slugging match.

Clark counter-punches.

Straight, sharp punches
from The Ebony Flash!

Clark is fighting courageously,

but McCoy is starting
to cut him down.

Ebony Flash is scoring. Jab!
Jab! And a good right by Clark.

A whirlwind
attack by McCoy.

He's punishing
Clark's body.

The Ebony Flash is losing some
lightning from his punches.

He's pawing,
he's not punching.

-He's tiring him, Daddy.
-Dropping his guard.

Come on, James.

Clark is cut above the left
eye. Two to the head by McCoy.

Clark drops his guard.

A hard combination
to the head by McCoy.

He's a bruised and
a battered fighter.

Clark returns two
quick shots to the head

but The Ebony Flash
has no sting in his punches.

Clark brushes blood
away from the eye.

Come on, Elizabeth, up to bed.
That's enough of that.

Come on, come on.

...but he's being out-slugged!

One, two, three...

Take nine! Take nine!

Clark gets up too soon.
He should have taken nine.

McCoy is all over him.

That poor boy.

What's keeping Clark up?
McCoy to the body.

To the head, to the body. To
the head again.

He's hit. His ankle
goes out from under him.

Clark's ankle
buckled under him.

This man is fighting on
courage and heart alone.

...two, three...

...five, six, seven...

-Come on, James, get up!
-Come on, James, get up!

It's McCoy who helps Clark to
his feet and to his corner!

No animosity. Sportsmanship
here tonight, fight fans.

It's alright. He's alright.

Can you hear me talking to you?
Can you hear me talking to you?

Can you hear me?

Tell me something.
Talk to me, what's your name?

The Ebony Flash.

About it. Nothing like
my wild herb poultice.

Just what James Trevis
needs for his bruises.

It's his hurt pride
I'm worried about, Esther.

Come in!

Verdie?

Mr. Walton, we heard
it on the radio.

Jody had to listen. Where is he?

He's in the shed with Olivia.

He's kind of in a coma.
Comes in and out of it.

I'm going out there now.

-Give me a hand with the doors.
-Alright.

You still with us, son?

Verdie was right.
They wanted to see his blood.

Yeah, but after they got it,
they were for him.

Kind of makes me wonder
what it feels like,

being on the other
side of the fence.

Excuse me.

Poor boy.

My heart hurts for him.

Ours, too, Verdie.

You go rest now.
I'll tend to him.

This will draw the pain out.

I'll get another one.

He showed a lot
of courage tonight.

I've been trying all night

to think of that
verse from Genesis...

About the dreamer?

Marketh the...

"Here cometh the dreamer.
Let us slay him.

"Then shall we see
what will become of his dream."

We got some callers.

Verdie.

We got a start, Verdie. We want
that church for him and for us.

Mr. Walton.

Whatever lumber this will buy,

it will be the foundation
for our church.

Now, this'll buy
a lot of lumber.

Some labor, too.

-You got all the help you need.
-Let's go to work.

-That's just... Yes.
-That's just fine.

Hey, Mr. Walton!

There seems to be a lot of
activity around the mill.

Isn't this a beautiful Sunday?

You sure do a lot
of giggling, honey.

Maybe I didn't lose.

Maybe not.

-Amen.
-Amen.

So good to have you in church.

Hope the ceiling
doesn't fall in.

I've long been torn as to
the subject of my first sermon.

Somewhere I read a story
about Christ and the children.

Picture Jesus Christ
surrounded by children.

One on his knee
and a little girl

with her baby
brother in her arms.

Christ is talking to them.

"Whoever receives one little
child in My name receives Me."

He's telling one
of your Bible stories.

"But whoever offends
one of these

"little ones who believes in Me.

"It were far better
that a millstone

"be hanged around his neck,

"and he be drowned
in the depth of the sea."

Who knows what a millstone is?

-I don't.
-I think I do.

You do?

Elizabeth, do you wanna tell
us what a millstone is?

Or you wanna think about it?

I'll tell you what
a millstone is.

That Sunday and for
several months to follow,

this was the only church
that James was to have.

When a suitable
replacement was found,

James Trevis Clark
insisted on moving on.

For as much as he longed
to be in the country,

he returned to the streets
from which he had fled.

Working with youngsters,

he was to live his religion on
the playgrounds he established.

Hundreds of boys and girls,
both black and white,

would turn to James Trevis
Clark for leadership.

-Mama?
-Yes, Elizabeth?

When people get the call,

and they're baptized
in the Rockfish River,

are their sins
really washed away?

Yes, honey. They're
really washed away.

Where does all the water go?

Rockfish River empties into
the James River at Howardsville,

flows through Fort Union,
Short Pump, Richmond,

and empties into Hampton Roads
Harbor at Jamestown.

And all those sins
end up in the sea?

That's right.

Is that fair to the fish?

-Goodnight, Elizabeth.
-Goodnight, Mama.

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