All language subtitles for The Waltons s04e12 The Estrangement

Sometimes people's lives
would become entwined

with ours for a brief time,

and then, because of change or
growth or the passage of time,

their lives would
take different paths

and we would never see
or hear of them again.

But there were occasions
when people we had known

in the past would reappear.

I remember one such occasion,

and it took us
completely by surprise.

-Take it right inside, Son.
-Okay.

-Over here.
-Be careful here.

It's that new hydrant.

-Why, it's Vera.
-Well, well, well.

-Livie.
-Why, it's Vera.

-There she is.
-Oh, yeah.

Looking good.

Hello there!

-What are you doing here?
-What a nice surprise.

We could've come gotten you.

Didn't know I was coming
till this morning.

Why didn't Wade fetch you?

-He don't know I'm gone.
-Where is he?

I'd rather not talk
about it right now,

if it's all the same to you.

-Come on in the house.
-There you go, Floyd.

-We'll find a place for you.
-You children stay outside.

Come on, Jason, bring
that suitcase along.

-Vera, can we play with Floyd?
-He'll be alright.

You all be careful
with him, you hear?

Can I hold him?

Maybe after supper
we can persuade Vera

to let him sit
on your lap, okay?

-Easy with that kid.
-Got any booties?

-Don't be roughhousing, now.
-We won't, Daddy.

-Why don't you sit on the couch?
-Thank you.

You hungry, child?
Is there anything you want?

A glass of water
would be right welcome.

Here.

Thank you, Jason.

I wasn't meant for cities.

I've done what I had to do,
moved down to town,

tried to learn how
to get used to electric lights

and plumbing in the house.

I can't get the
hang of city living.

Nothing's worked right
since we left the mountain.

You don't have much choice,
do you, Vera?

Back yonder on Martha Corinne's
place we had us a good life.

Then the government people
chased us off our land.

I still say we
should've stayed and fought.

If you'd stayed and fought,
Vera, chance the whole

lot of you would've been blown
to kingdom come.

I wish now we'd
taken that chance.

At least then maybe me and Wade
would still be together.

Don't you think you oughta
let Wade know where you are?

Might be worried about you.

I don't suit Wade no more.

Y'all wouldn't know
Wade Walton anymore.

Remember up on the mountain,
how he always planned

that house he was going to
build for Floyd and me?

Well, now we got us a house,

and he don't come near it
unless it's to sleep.

When he do come home,

he's too tired to say
more than "Hey, Vera."

He don't even play
with Floyd no more.

Sounds to me like
more pressuring you

than city life, Vera.
Does Wade have a job?

Got a good job, but he don't
go to it half the time.

He's got money, too.

And I wouldn't want
this to go no further,

but I'm convinced
he's got lady friends.

What do you want to do, Vera?

I'd be forever in your debt
if I could stay here

until me and Wade
get this thing straightened out.

Lord knows it's all I want.

Livie, let's get
Vera settled in.

-Come on, Vera.
-Mm-hm.

There you go.
Here, boy.

-Yeah.
-Hold the fingers.

Erin, can I have Floyd now?

Oh, I don't think so, Elizabeth.
I think you're too little.

-Here, let me have him.
-Okay, there he goes.

Jason, please get Vera's things
and bring them to the shed.

Alright, Mama.

I think you'll be
comfortable here.

There's more room
for you and the baby.

Be careful, he might
throw up on you.

No, he just drools
a little bit. Come here, baby.

John-Boy fixed this up
to use as an office.

He hardly uses it anymore,
he keeps so busy.

It's real livable.

If you need more drawer space,

I think there's a
spare chest in the attic.

This one will suit just fine.

Naturally, we don't want you
to spend all your time here.

This is just for sleeping and
when you wanna be by yourself.

Come on in.

Where do you want
me to put this?

Just put it on the bed, Jason.

Supper will be in about an hour.

Is there anything you need
in the meantime?

Would you please ask the girls
to bring me my baby?

Sure.

-You come back now.
-Hey, Ike.

Hey, Ben.

-How you been keeping?
-Oh, tolerable, Ike.

-That smells great.
-Yeah.

There's nothing like the smell
of good freshly-ground coffee.

The smell is almost
better than sipping it.

-Any mail for me today?
-As a matter of fact, there is.

Oh, good. Where's Corabeth?

She's out back. She's got one
of her sick headaches again.

I'm sorry.

I know I got a bill
here for your daddy.

I got some other mail.
One, two, three, four.

Five letters for you.
Where are you getting them?

From Winston-Salem, North
Carolina and Roanoke, Virginia

and Lovingston, West Virginia.
All over the place.

-I didn't say where. I said who.
-No you didn't, Ike.

You said where am I getting
all these letters from?

-But I meant who.
-But you said where.

You aren't gonna
tell me, are you?

Do I have to?

Nobody's business but your own.

In fact, there's
a federal statute which says

you don't have to tell anybody
if you don't want to.

Good.

Still and all, Corabeth's
curious. You know how she is.

Oh, I know how she is.
So long, Ike.

Let me see that sandwich.

Rye bread, liver sausage,
Bermuda onion,

peanut butter, sardines
and grape jelly.

What, no whipped cream?

Livie, don't worry. She'll
come around if she wants to.

...there's only
one person in the world

who would concoct
a sandwich like that.

-It's John-Boy.
-Hey, John-Boy!

You had your supper?

Yes, ma'am. I had
some at the five-and-dime.

Vera!
How are you?

-John-Boy.
-It's good to see you.

When did you get here?
Hello, Floyd.

You sure are growing up, Son.

I bet your daddy's mighty proud
of you. Where is his daddy?

-Hey, Wade, where are you?
-Wade's not here, Son.

We'll talk about it later.

There's no reason to wait
till I'm out of earshot.

I've been sitting yonder
studying the matter,

and it's my opinion that you're
as much to blame as anyone.

-What happened?
-Wade's not here, Son.

We'll talk about it later.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Maybe it wouldn't be
this way if you hadn't put

all those fool ideas
into Wade's head.

Vera, I don't know what you're
talking about. What ideas?

You told him about
your highfalutin dreams.

How you was going to
become a writer

and put all your words down on
paper for all the world to see.

Then you built him up, said how
much you liked his wood carving,

how you thought
he was a real artist.

That's one reason
he came down from the mountain.

Figured he could
share his wood carving

the same way
you wanna share your words.

I told him he had a lotta talent
and I thought he oughta use it.

Well, he ain't.

He's turned his back
on his talent.

He's turned his back
on Floyd and me.

And he's turned his back on
the rest of the Christian world.

I saw Wade a few weeks ago.
He looked fine to me.

He said things
couldn't have been better.

Yeah, there's more to this
than they're saying.

Why don't you ride with me
to their house?

We'll see if we can get
to the bottom of this.

Couldn't it wait till morning?

Sooner we get this thing
cleared up, the better, Liv.

-Hey, Wade.
-Yeah?

Wanna stop off for a beer?

No, I got business
down the road.

Need a lift?

My truck's up the street.
Thanks all the same.

-See you tomorrow.
-Yeah, see you tomorrow.

Evening, Corky.
You looking for me?

Your granddaddy Boone needs us
to pick up the stuff tonight.

And where're we gonna store it?

Back of your truck, I reckon.

Well, that's right
smart of a risk.

We gotta take it.

Yeah, what am I to do
if Vera comes snooping around?

Throw a tarp over it.

Park it back in the trees
just until tomorrow.

We'll mix it in
with some sacks of flour,

just in case the sheriff comes
snooping around your place.

Yeah.

Come on, Son.

We've waited long enough.

-Hey, John! John-Boy!
-Wade.

What're you doing,
standing in the dark?

-Don't Vera know you're here?
-Wade...

Sun goes down, she goes to bed.
Didn't even leave a light on.

Hey, you all,
come on in the house.

Want a snort
before I wake her up?

It's prime stuff.
Grandpa Boone made it.

No, thanks, Wade.

Well, if that's
how you feel. Vera!

-Guess who's here?
-She's not here, Wade.

Oh, she's here alright.
Never sets foot out of the place

and if somebody comes,
she acts like a scared rabbit.

Thinks she still
lives on the mountain.

Vera?

-She ain't here.
-We tried to tell you, Son.

She's over at our place.

-How'd she get clear over there?
-Took a taxi.

-Vera hired a taxi?
-Yeah.

Whole time we've lived here,
she's been saying,

"So and so costs too much."

"How'd you like to take in a
picture show?" "Costs too much."

"How'd you like a Victrola?"
"Costs too much."

And here she's gone visiting
you all in a taxi.

Why didn't she
come back with you,

or is she coming
back in a taxi?

She's not exactly
visiting us, Son.

She asked us to take her in.

Take her in? She's got a home
right here. Nice home.

What's the matter
with that woman, anyways?

What's she been telling you all?

Well, we only heard
the one side of it, but...

I guess she figures you haven't
been treating her right.

What kind of
foolishness is that?

If you're wondering about
tonight, it's no crime for a man

to have a few beers
with the men he works with.

We're not here
to take sides, Son.

We've come over
to tell you where she is

and see if we can
patch things up a little.

I been working myself to death
to make that woman happy,

and she up and does this to me.

Well, maybe if you come back
with us and talk to her,

she'll feel a little
clearer about things.

She's the one that lit out.
She's has explaining to do.

We'll be getting back.

You tell her I expect
to see her here

when I get home
from work tomorrow.

If that's your message,
that's what we'll tell her.

Hey, John, John-Boy.

It's been a long day.
I'm sorry for barking at you.

Coming home to this was
just one heck of a surprise.

Maybe things will look better
in the morning, Wade.

-She's alright, ain't she?
-She's alright.

-She's alright.
-Well, she's all fired up.

Then she's alright.

It's that silent treatment that
drives a man out of the house.

-How's Floyd?
-He's fine.

Well, then you just tell her
to come on home.

I'll give her
your message, Wade.

John, I love my wife.

Floyd, too.

We'll see you.

-Morning, Pa. How did you sleep?
-Hi, John.

Esther's talking in her sleep.

I guess John-Boy
is gonna be in bed a while.

-Good morning, Son.
-Ma.

-Good morning, Daddy.
-Hello, honey.

Mama, did you and daddy fight a
lot when you were first married?

-Every other day.
-John, that's not true.

Even that first Sunday
we were married,

we got up and you said...
Morning, honey.

You said, "John, let's get ready
for church," I said...

People have problems, but if
you loved and respected someone

even if he's a heathen,
you work your problems out.

Making up is the best part.

How'd you know
about such things?

Those confession stories she
and Mary are always reading.

Confession stories? Good Lord!

I've never read
a confession story in my life!

I've seen you girls in your room
with that flashlight on.

What were you doing?
Looking at pictures?

-Ben!
-Ben, I'm gonna clobber you!

Alright, that's enough!

Come on, it's too early
for this kinda thing.

Daddy didn't get
much sleep last night.

Daddy, can I have
a tattoo like Wade?

-That hula dancer he has on...
-Absolutely not!

I'd kinda like an airplane
propeller, you know.

Do anything you want when
you're 21, you're your own man.

-Hey it's Vera.
-Oh.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Nice to have
a new baby in the house.

-Hi, Floyd.
-Hello, Floyd.

Hiya, fella.

I'm sorry for being late.

Floyd's getting to be
such a handful on my lap,

it's a wonder
I'm able to feed him at all.

Needs a highchair.

Wade promised me one, but he

he just never got around
to finishing it.

It's sitting out back
with all the rest of the things.

Jason. Come on,
Floyd, hang on there.

Here you go.

Lord, we thank you for the food
we're about to receive

and for bringing us safely
through another night.

We ask your guidance
throughout the day ahead. Amen.

-Amen.
-Amen.

Let me help you with these
pancakes here.

It's nice to have a new baby.

There was a time
when Wade and I sat

at a Christian table like this.

Excuse me, please.

Well, it just
doesn't stop, does it?

-Who knows?
-Come on, dig in, everyone.

Hey, right over here

is my nursery
of transplanted pines.

There's a loblolly
and a longleaf pine back there.

Right in here
is a real Virginia pine.

Pinusvirginiana or
scrub pine they call it.

Why did you plant the trees
so closely together, Grandpa?

Well, so as they can reach out
and grow up tall and straight.

But how come?

They're all of them
fighting for the sunlight.

Grandpa, are you as old
as that tree over there?

That one? Well,
not as old as that, no.

You know, about 10 feet up, you
can tell the girth of a tree.

One year for each inch.

Right here you can tell the tree
by this old dead stump here.

See, it's recorded right here.

You see those dark and light
rings all the way around?

Inside that's all dead tree.

But each year
around the outer edge

records the year of its growth.

Just like we check
it off on our calendars.

-It must be over 100 years old.
-Well, no, scarcely that.

From the time
it was a young sapling,

those precious years
of the springtime,

then the hot summer sun,

then the closing-down
time of the autumn,

then the long,
long sleep of the winter.

I can rememeber when this, this
tree, was right up like that.

Well, I think we better be
getting on home.

Your daddy's got
lot of chores to do,

especially got some for me.

Grandpa, you sure have taught me
a lot about growing pines.

And, you know, one of these days
I may just surprise you.

Well, you plan
to start an experimental

nursery in our
backyard, huh, maybe?

If you do, you be sure you
transplant them

and keep the roots
nice and moist.

Not exactly that, Grandpa. But
I've been working on something.

I think I'm gonna
stay here for a while.

-You wanna stay here?
-Can I?

Yeah, me, too.

You can count
the rings of that tree.

I'd say just
about as old as I am.

And, Elizabeth, watch out
for the lions, the tigers

and the bears
and the monkeys up here.

Okay, Grandpa.

Hey, come on. I have something
to show you. Come on.

Come on. Here it is!

Here is what?

This is Walton's
Phenomenal Pines Enterprises.

Sounds like one
of your crazy schemes.

These seedlings right here are
gonna make me rich and famous.

Well, how? There are seedlings
all over the mountain.

I've been shipping mine
to folks in the flatlands

so they can have
shade in the summer.

You sneak! When
did you plant them?

Last spring.
I just did what grandpa did.

Sounds like another
one of your stupid ideas.

Well, you may think so,
but look at all these orders

I got from this ad
I took out in Grit magazine.

Some even sent money in advance!

Maybe it's not such
a dumb idea after all.

Yeah. You need some help?
I work cheap.

We're all gonna
be rich and famous?

Not as rich as me, but you
gotta promise me something.

What?

You gotta promise
not to tell anybody.

Why?

So everybody doesn't
horn in on it.

Come on. Let's weed this out.

You take that
and I'll take this.

All those little weeds...

The rate we're going,
we oughta finish

this order by next Christmas.

-I'm dragging. How about you?
-Started the day dragging.

Wade, I'd like to see
you for a minute.

-Shoot.
-In the office.

Wade, you know,
you're a good worker

when you set your mind to it.

But, lately, lately, your job
has really been sloppy.

My work's as good
as anybody else's.

I've had three complaints
on your work

in the last couple of weeks.

From who?

And you've been late
nearly every day this week.

Look, Wade, I've been
level with you

and I'm gonna expect you
to be the same by me.

Now, I know all about
your little moonlighting job,

so there's no need
to try and hide it.

What I do in my
own time is my business.

Uh-uh. Not when it starts
affecting your work here.

You saying my work isn't
good enough for you?

Well, who needs
this lousy job anyway?

Do this, do that,

giving a man orders like he was
in the navy or something.

Wade, don't mess up
a good thing.

And that's what you've got going
here, boy. A good thing.

I'll tell you something.

You take your good thing
and this whole factory

and you shove it in the creek!

Vera!

Hey, Vera!

Vera?

Told you never
to come by the house!

Boone pushed the run up
a couple of hours.

He wants everything
delivered right away.

Got nothing better to do.

Looks like there's
gonna be a roadblock.

I can get us around it.
Come on.

You handle the directions.

...woman anyways.

Lord, I don't ask
your help too often.

But you gotta help Wade.

He's in some kinda trouble.
I know it.

He ain't never been
an easy man to live with,

but now something's really
wrong.

Please, sir,

I'm begging you to steer him
back to the right ways.

Lord Jesus, you and I both know

that Floyd will need him bad.

And I need him right bad myself.

Grandma, have you
seen Vera anywhere?

No, not since this morning.

I think I'm gonna
take a little walk.

You want me to come along
with you? Help you find her?

No, thank you.

Vera.

Vera.

Aren't you a
little big for that?

Just wanted to be by myself.

I remember grandpa telling
when you were a little girl

and timid as a baby squirrel,

how you used to hide behind
a tree when company came.

Your mom would have to haul you
out to show you off.

I was never much to show off.

I was gonna take a little walk.
You wanna come with me?

Alright. I'll see you
back at the house.

-I'm mostly worried about Floyd.
-What's that, Vera?

He's going to need
his daddy around.

Floyd loves his daddy.

You oughta see
the way his eyes light up

whenever Wade
takes him on his lap.

Babies know when they're loved.

One day Wade will just glory in
holding his own baby on his lap.

Next day, he's a different
person,

saying nasty things
and hurting my feelings.

-Got a temper.
-It runs in the family.

Maybe I've been bad for Wade.

He'd say, "Come on, Vera,
let's go to Dew Drop Inn."

And I'd say, "Wade, it's no fit
place for a woman with a baby."

Then he'd say, "Oh, Vera,
you're no fun," and take off.

Then he'd come back
and we'd start fussing,

and I reckon I did about
as much hollering as he did.

The other night
we really had a bad one.

Him hollering, me crying.

Then he hollered out
for all the neighbors to hear,

"Go on, leave
if you don't like it!"

That was what hurt.

Maybe he doesn't miss me at all.

Look at me, Livie. I'm plain.

-No, you're not.
-I'm plain.

I'm ordinary. I'm dumb.

We both know better than that.

I've been fretting ever since we
first moved down to Brightwood.

I seen them city girls with
their lip paint and face powder.

Weren't no bother when we was
both living in the cabin

with Martha Corinne
and Grandpa Boone.

Weren't nobody around to try
and take my man away from me.

Don't you sell yourself short,
Vera. You're a good woman.

You have deep strengths
you don't even know about.

Draw on them now.

You're asking me
to change what I am.

No, I'm not.

All I'm asking is for you to try
to meet your new life halfway.

There are lots of good
things in life, Vera,

even away from the mountain.

You need a friend.

Friendship's a very special
thing.

Sometimes it takes a little
working at, like a marriage.

Why don't you give
it a second chance?

Too late now, Livie. I'll be
leaving you all by and by.

I got kin over near Afton
that'll take us in.

Wade will know where
to find us, if he wants us.

If that's what you've decided.

I thank you all kindly
for keeping Floyd and me.

Be careful with that, Elizabeth.

How many trees
do we have now, Jim-Bob?

Nine.

Nine at 75 cents each
comes out to $6.75.

We're rich.

That's chicken feed compared
to what we're gonna be making.

Be careful the way
you wrap that, Jim-Bob.

Make sure you keep
all the dirt intact

and don't break
any of the branches.

I am careful. At least I don't
drop it like Elizabeth.

-Elizabeth!
-Well, they're slippery.

Do I have to do
everything myself?

So far, all you've
done is yell and give orders.

-Well, that's my prerogative.
-What's prerogative?

It means he does the least work
and gets the most money.

Get back to work.

Hi, Wade.

What you want here?

Can I come in?

You sure seem
to have a chip on your shoulder.

No chip on my shoulder.
I feel just fine.

Oh, you feel fine, huh? Couple
of weeks ago you told me that

and now your wife is
staying at our house.

My wife walked out of my life,
I'm just gonna enjoy my freedom.

Now, what concern
of that is yours?

If you'd like to know what my
concern is, I'll tell you.

The other night when she got
there, she lit into me.

Seemed like she blamed
this whole thing on me,

'cause I was encouraging you
for doing your wood carvings.

Is that what you think? You
think I'm to blame for all this?

It's between me and her.

I'll tell you the way it was.

I did my best
to stay sweethearts with her.

I tried to get her to go out
with me, but she wouldn't go.

Tried to get her to be friendly
with the neighbors,

she wouldn't even come to the
door, just hid somewheres.

I even bought her a low-cut,
shiny black, solid silk shimmy.

You think she'd get into it? No,
siree. Claimed it looked sinful.

Maybe she just
needs a little more time

to get used to living in town.

Why don't you just butt out
of my business, John-Boy?

No, maybe I won't
just butt out of your business.

What's the matter
with you, Wade?

A year ago, we
were up on that mountain

standing side by side,
ready to fight for your land.

Now you won't even
talk to me like blood kin.

What's wrong with you?

A year ago,
I came down from the mountain,

and you told me
I could sell my wood carvings.

People liked them well enough,
said they were pretty,

but nobody bought them!

Lucky I learned how to work
a lathe in the navy.

Found a lathe job,
I tied myself down to that,

and that's just what I was.
Tied down to a machine,

tied down to just
enough money to squeak by.

Along comes Grandpa Boone
with a proposition,

hauling his shine down
to Richmond,

Norfolk and Newport News. And
that's good money, John-Boy.

Enough so I wouldn't
have to hear Vera say,

"Costs too much!"

Wade, are you running moonshine?

Do you realize
that's just as illegal

as selling it and making it?

Well, maybe that's just
part of it, John-Boy.

Before a liquor run I get the
same feeling I used to get

before I went into battle
maneuvers.

My throat dry, my heart
pounding, my skin tingling

and a roaring in my ears
like a freight train

going 90 miles an hour. I feel
like I'm alive again, John-Boy.

Well, I...

I don't know what to tell you.

I guess what I came
here to say was

that Vera's going up to Afton
to stay with kin tomorrow.

If that's the way
you feel about things,

I guess maybe
she'll be better off.

Wade! Open this door.

Wade!

John-Boy.

I didn't expect to see you here.

Sheriff.

Wade, we've been
tailing you two.

And your friend here has been
a little loose with his talk

and his money, so you
better bring a toothbrush.

Those down at the jailhouse

are getting a little
worn and frayed.

Come on. Let's go.

Hey, there, John-Boy!

Whatever you burning
up the road for?

-What's up, Son?
-You're not gonna believe this.

-Wade's in jail.
-How'd he manage that?

He got caught
with a truckload of moonshine.

-Selling it?
-No. Running it.

It seems Boone has been paying
him and some character

named Corky a whole lotta
money just to run it for him.

Wait till I get
my hands on Boone.

He oughta be ashamed
of himself, dragging a fine,

upstanding boy like Wade
downhill along with him.

Pa, let's-let's hear the rest
of the story, alright?

I was up to Wade's place

and Sheriff Bridges came by
and arrested him.

Took him up
in front of Judge Horsley,

he got himself sentenced. $50
or 50 days, take your choice.

They've got his truck back
there. They've confiscated it.

They're holding it until
they get rid of the moonshine,

so he's just
sitting there in jail.

I hope he's doing some thinking.

The way I figure it,
he got off pretty easy.

Judge said it was his first
offense, and he's got family...

Of course, we could
get him out. $50.

$50! Now where am I
gonna get fifty dollars?

Well, Wade's got 30,
and Boone owes him some money.

If we had $20
we could get him out.

$20! I got a mortgage payment,
I don't have that kinda money!

Hold on, John, you're wrong.
After all he's our blood kin.

I've got a nest egg of $20
sitting upstairs

just waiting to be hatched.

No, siree, Pa. No.

Now, listen, you get in your
car. Go up the mountains,

find Boone, and tell him
to get his nephew outta jail.

-You want me to go up there?
-Yep.

You're right. You do that. You
go give Boone a good talking to.

He's blood kin after all.
He can't bite you.

Okay.

Come on, Pa.
We got work to do.

That Boone ain't
got sense enough...

Good luck to you, Ben.

-Whatever you're up to.
-Thank you, Ike.

When I branch out, might just
ask you if you want a job.

-Branch out into what?
-Branches!

Branches?

-Hey, look, everybody.
-Son?

My third batch of money orders!

For Walton's
Phenomenal Pine Enterprises.

So that's what
you've been up to.

Don't you think
you should've checked with us

before you got
into all this, Son?

I wanted to do it on my own to
show that I was grown-up, too.

How'd all this get started?

Been watching grandpa for the
past year with his seedlings,

and I saw how easy it was, so
I decided I could do it myself.

What kinda trees
you been selling?

The same kind that you've been
planting last spring, Grandpa.

I've been shipping them
to Tidewater,

and down to North Carolina
and all over the place.

Lookie here.
Those, those are mountain pines.

I don't know if they'd grow so
good around the Tidewater sand.

We are real careful, Grandpa,
did just like you told us.

You wrapped them up.
You didn't let the roots dry out

and wet paper,
stacking them up.

Hi, Zeb.

-Ep.
-John.

Sheriff.

I've been doing a lotta business
out here with you people.

Ep, I'd like you
to get right to the point,

because I haven't
had the best kinda day.

Well, I'd like to talk
to old Ben here.

Seems the forestry department
has been getting complaints

from people who're
buying your seedlings.

-They feel they're being gypped.
-Well, how do they figure that?

Well, the report I get is

the seedlings are either dead
by the time they arrive,

or soon after they're
transplanted.

They're supposed to grow.

I went through the instructions
in this forestry manual.

There's no Ben Walton registered
as a commercial grower.

You see, Son,
you gotta have a license

to sell trees and ship them.

I didn't know that.

What kinda trees
you been selling?

Well, mostly scrub pines
or yellow pines, mostly.

-When did you plant them?
-Last spring.

There's your answer. Zeb, you
oughta know that a young pine

has gotta be at least two years
old before you transplant them.

Yes. Yes, I had
ought to know that.

Well, Ben,

I know you had no intention
of deceiving people,

so I'm gonna see if I can get
the charges dropped against you.

Providing

you're willing to give back
the money you've been taking in.

-I can't do that.
-What do you mean?

I've already spent most
of the profits on shipping

and another
little ad I took out.

What should I do, Daddy?

Let's see. You killed yourself
a bunch of young trees,

you spent most of your profits
and you're on the wrong side

of the law. I don't know.
You got any ideas?

You can lend me
the money that I owe.

I haven't got that
kinda money, Son.

John, I got a
little nest egg I've been...

Now, just a minute, Pa.

You got some money
left from your business

you do extra chores around here,
you can pick up some more money.

See if you can work
it out with the sheriff.

Do you think it'd be okay
if I paid little at a time?

Since you're underage,
I think they'll work

something out with you.

-Sorry to trouble you this late.
-Come by anytime, Ep.

-Next time bring some good news.
-Sheriff!

Do you know how
I can get a grower's license

to ship and sell trees?

Ben!

Better to get to work
on those extra chores.

Hitch up the mule
and drag in some logs.

-Now?
-Right now.

Come on.

Now I know what a bear
feels like in a cage.

I never wanna set foot
in that place again.

I'll drop you
any place you wanna go.

-I wanna see my wife and baby.
-Alright.

-Where's Vera?
-She's been staying in the shed.

Vera!

Vera, I've come
to take you home.

I know what you've been doing
at them roadhouses.

I know you've been arrested.

Vera, you get Floyd
ready to go back, you hear?

Back to what?

Grandpa Boone might stake us
till, till I get another job.

If you run more
moonshine for him?

-Vera...
-You want Floyd and me?

Well, Wade, you prove it.

Vera, you're my wife.

Vera! Vera, you
come out of there!

Vera!

Come out of there!

Vera!

What kinda ideas
you putting into her head now?

I'm tired of hearing that! If
anybody puts ideas in her head,

it's you. She's trying to work
things out while...

-You won't even...
-Butt out of my business!

-You won't even...
-Easy, Son.

Yeah, and you just better...

What do you mean,
I just better?

Now, Wade, calm down.
Come off your high horse

I'm tired of her.
I'm getting her right now

even if I have to knock
down that door!

Now wait a minute.

This is my property. You're not
gonna knock down any door.

You can't go treating
your wife like that!

John. Wade.

Vera loves it here in the
mountains, I know you do, too.

We got a new mill there,
lotta fine cabins working.

We sure could use
your help on it.

It's a handout.
I don't take charity.

Wait just a minute.

Pa here is right.
We got work here.

We got a roll-top desk
that could use your talent.

Now, I'll put you to work
and I'll pay you well.

And what if I don't?

Well, it seems to me
you got two choices.

Either you can get yourself
honest work

and take care of your family,

or I'm gonna have to thrash you
from here to Rockfish.

Thank you for watching over us
and keeping us well and strong

so that we can be here
together at this table.

Dear Lord, grant us the favor
of bringing back to the fold

the sheep that is lost, so that
he too can be with his family,

like they pledged to do
on their wedding day.

-Amen.
-Amen.

-Amen.
-Amen.

Anybody remember to put
the honey on the table?

Don't need honey.

Here you go, little fellow.

I took a long walk.

And I done some thinking.

And I

remembered how it used to be
with us up on that mountain.

Maybe...

Maybe the fault
ain't all on your side.

Maybe the fault
ain't on neither side.

Maybe neither one of us
was meant for cities.

I'm gonna find us

a little piece of land
on the side of some mountain,

and I'm gonna build you
that house I promised you.

Wade, you know
it's all I ever want.

John-Boy,

I...

Maybe I just didn't try hard
enough on that wood carving.

Wade, won't you sit down
and have some supper?

Yeah.

I'll get started on that desk
first thing after supper.

It can wait till morning.

How you been keeping?

You wanna hold Floyd?

Come here, Floyd.

How's my little boy?

Okay, here we go.
How about some meat there?

This man looks hungry.

In time, Wade earned enough
through his wages at the mill

to open his own
wood-carving shop

in the house he had
long planned to build.

Now that he was able to follow
the work he loved most,

he became the husband and the
father he had always planned

to be on the day
he and Vera were married.

-Mama?
-Yes, Jim-Bob?

-I can't sleep.
-Why not?

You know that hula dancer
Wade's got tattooed on his arm?

-Yeah?
-I got one on my arm now.

-You'd better be joking.
-I drew it on in indelible ink.

I've been scrubbing
and scrubbing,

and it won't come off.

Then you just keep on scrubbing.

-I will, in the morning.
-Right now.

-Goodnight, Mama.
-Goodnight.

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