All language subtitles for The Waltons s05e14 The Rebellion.eng

I just feel bound fast, like
I... Like I couldn't break free,

I couldn't be different.
I couldn't change.

What in the world would
you want to change, Livie?

John? The children?

Myself, mostly.

Corabeth, go over that
part again, the part where

that awful smell washes out.

You know, that burns.

The years brought many changes
to us

on Walton's Mountain,

but when change
did not come

often enough
to suit my mother,

it was her
way to seek it.

She would search
for change, reach out

to it, and welcome
it when it came.

See you later.

See you later.

Get in the car.

[engine starting]

Mom, are you burning something?

Of course not.
What are you looking at?

Well, I don't know.

Well then, you must have
something better to do.

That's funny. I thought you'd
smell it, too, because it's...

Well, it's
a burning smell, like...

Well, you know, when
you singe a chicken.

-Erin.
-Am I bothering you?

I like it better
without the curl.

[sighs]

I'm gonna run this in
to the Reverend, alright?

Okay.

Who's that playing the organ?
Grandma's at home.

I know, and it ain't Jason,
either. He's in Westham.

you run this stuff over to
Ike's and come back and get me.

Yeah, sure.
Just let me know who it is.

I'd hate to be that person
when Grandma finds out.

-See you later.
-See you later.

Reverend, I brought
you this, alright?

It's got the announcement
for the church supper.

Wonderful. Thank you.

Grandma's not gonna cotton
to the idea of Zelda Maynard

playing the church organ.

I know.

More than likely, she'll
come after you with a stick.

John-Boy, can I talk
to you about this later?

That was splendid, Mrs. Maynard,
genuinely inspiring.

Well, thank you,
Reverend Fordwick.

Now, you know that you have
an accomplished organist

in your congregation.

-John-Boy. Well, my goodness.
-Mrs. Maynard.

Well, how is that
charming grandfather of yours?

Very well, thank you.

I'll bet he is.

Well, you played beautifully,
Mrs. Maynard,

and thank you for sharing
your blessed gift with me.

Yes, well, he's such
a courtly gentleman,

always a twinkle in his eye.

Well, he does enjoy life.
That's for sure.

As best he can.
How is your grandmother?

Well, she's working very hard
on the church supper, as always.

Yes. Yes, I'm sure she is.

Once again, many thanks.

Well, I'll expect to hear from
you, Reverend, favorably.

Our cup runneth over, John-Boy.

Now we now have
two talented organists.

I'm not so sure
that's a blessing.

You mean Esther and Zelda. Well,
I'm sure they can take turns.

One Sunday, Esther can play,

and then the following
Sunday, Zelda.

Sharing is a very Christian
thing, John-Boy.

I know it is, and I can
assure you of one thing.

When Grandma finds out about it,

she's gonna go right
through the roof.

well, I'm certain you can find
way to tell her.

No, not me.
I'm not gonna tell her anything.

-You're the logical one.
-No, I just came here

to deliver the newspaper...

You're very close to your
grandma. She'll take it well.

And you have a wonderful
way with words, John-Boy.

Where's your mama?

I think she's still upstairs.

-She know I'm waiting for her?
-She's trying on clothes.

For a picnic?

Seems like I've been taking
stuff out to cars all morning.

You'd be getting used
to it by now.

I was hoping maybe you'd say,

"I'm proud of you, son.
Here's a quarter."

I'd wear that one.

Then you wear it.

Honey, everyone
is waiting for you.

Everything I put on
makes me look like a flour sack.

Maybe I am a flour sack.

Pretty bad off, huh?

Yes, I am, but I don't
intend to stay that way.

I don't know how, but I'm gonna
change something right soon now.

[orchestral music]

Livie, you seen
the apple butter?

No, but I know it's here.

You'll have to take those off
once we get home.

I don't remember
packing it, but if you do...

I didn't say that, Grandma.

I know it's here
because not in 20 years

have we ever forgotten
to bring the apple butter.

I thought you liked
my apple butter.

I do. Good Heavens. I do! What
I don't like is the "always"!

That don't make
much sense to me.

Grandma, will you get one of
the girls to help you, please?

Erin!

-Almost.
-Yep.

There it is. No.

Hey, John,

you got a feeling for
the best place to go?

Alright, then,
let's go, John-Boy.

I got a little bit of thinking
to do, Curt, alright?

-You gotta do some thinking?
-Yeah.

Well, I guess you don't
wanna go fishing, then, huh?

-Alright, well, maybe later.
-See you later.

Where's he going?

Didn't he say that
he had a feeling

for the best place to go?

Yeah, he does.
Right over there with Mama.

I guess he doesn't
want me with him, then.

Maybe later.

Maybe a little bit
later, alright?

Okay.

Mary Ellen, is being married

as wonderful as
you thought it would be?

Yeah, it is.

Don't you miss us?

Well, I still love
you an awful lot,

but I'd rather live with Curt.

Why?

Don't tell me, it's one
of those "someday" things.

"Someday"?

"Don't worry, Elizabeth.
You'll understand

it someday, when you're older."

Well, it's true.

Rats.

You want me to go
fishing with you?

No.

See, we promised
never to lie to each other.

Sometimes I wonder why.

Why don't I get
you an inner tube?

You could float all
the way to the ocean.

Then what would I do?

You'd have to walk back,
but at least it'd be a change.

Why couldn't you
catch a salmon?

Salmon?

Why does it always have to
be carp or perch or catfish?

Why couldn't it just
once be a salmon?

Or why couldn't Amelia Earhart
come wandering through

the thicket, all fine and
healthy and asking for Jim-Bob?

I'll tell you what, you get me
Amelia Earhart and a salmon,

and I'll get you an
inner tube with oars.

I thought I heard voices.

-Hello, Verdie.
-Verdie.

-Good day to you.
-I'm kind of relieved it's you.

I thought maybe
it was Amelia Earhart.

Don't pay any
attention to him.

I don't believe I will.

Those ferns are lovely.
They're all fresh and green.

Aren't they? You know,
I tell myself

I'm thinning them
out along the bank

so that they can
have breathing room,

but some might say different.

Gotta get some of those for Ma.

And please carry
a message to her for me.

Tell her I heard her
playing this morning

when I passed your church,

and I have never heard better.

Good day to you.

Bye-bye.

Bye, Verdie. Ma'll be
pleased to hear that.

I wonder. She hasn't played
the church organ since Sunday.

-I like these sweet gum...
-Those taste great.

They grow in the swamps,
and the leaves turn real red.

Look at your grandma.
God's in His heaven,

all's right with the world.

Contented she can be
if she has a mind to.

It's true.

The other hand I'd soon be off
in a cave somewhere in Iceland

when she got her dander up.

Grandma doesn't know it yet,
but she's gonna have to share

playing the church organ
with Zelda Maynard on Sunday.

-Who got that idea?
-The Reverend Fordwick said

to tell her that sharing
is a Christian thing.

I think that someone
ought to be you.

You know, Grandpa?
She plays right well.

No. Her own dearly beloved
grandson can tell her.

Her grandson is leaving for

Westham as soon as
the picnic is over.

He's gone for the weekend,
so you've to tell her.

-No, you tell her.
-Grandpa, I can't tell her.

I wouldn't deprive you
of this beautiful

Christian experience,
alright?

John-Boy, you tell her
while she's in a good mood.

Sorry, Grandpa.

Come on, everybody, let's eat.

-Good. We were waiting.
-Come on, food is ready!

Look at that chicken.
I want a leg.

Right there. That's what I got.

-Smell it right there?
-This looks good.

-Help yourself.
-A piece of chicken, I want.

How about some potato salad?

This chicken tastes awful.

Awful?

Why, this chicken
tastes real good, Livie.

-Your chicken's always good.
-Tastes just the same to me.

That's exactly it.

Much as I love all of them,
it's just kind of restful

walking along here,
the two of us.

There was nothing wrong
with that chicken, Livie.

I don't know how
I must seem to the family.

The way they looked at me, I
don't know how I seem to myself.

Not very pleased,
that's for sure.

I just feel bound fast, like
I... Like I couldn't break free,

I couldn't be different,
I couldn't change.

What in the world would
you want to change, Livie?

John? The children?

Myself, mostly.

But anything, Grandma.

I wonder. I've heard sometimes

it can bring
the oddest feelings.

A friend of Mama's was supposed

to have been clean
out of her mind by it.

By what?

I always thought
that time of life

was down the road
a ways for me.

-No, Livie. No.
-Honest?

It's a long ways off yet.

It's kind of a relief.

Well, life has
its funny ways, Livie.

Here you are so
restless for change,

and I just can't
abide the thought of it.

You didn't sneak
out of the house

and go down to the church
this morning, did you?

I don't sneak.

You didn't go down to the church
this morning, did you?

No, never left the house.

I didn't think it could be you.

How what could be me?

Verdie Foster said
she heard someone

playing the organ this morning.

Well, Verdie's
wrong. Wasn't me.

And it wasn't Jason.
He came straight

to the picnic from Westham.

And only Jason and
me play that organ.

If it was curlier
down at the ends,

it would be sort of Irene Dunne.

-Are you sure?
-Didn't see The Awful Truth?

When do I ever get a chance
to go to Charlottesville?

Do you like it, Mama?

Well, it's different.
I don't know.

Well, Irene Dunne got Cary Grant
at the end of the movie.

Well, then, it might
be worth a try.

Well, how about if we tried
something like this?

-Do you recognize that style?
-Freddie Bartholomew?

No, silly.

Claudette Colbert.

-How did you know?
-I'm smart.

You got it short,
and that's what I like.

-You'd cut your hair?
-I sure would.

-Daddy would just...
-Break your neck.

Well, she'd look
like Claudette Colbert.

Don't cut your hair.

John Walton, I'll cut
my hair if I want to.

Don't! Don't you
two encourage her.

Don't cut your hair.

He means it, Mama.

Well, so do I.

Dang.

Yeah.

Well, I just don't
see how it could be.

Verdie claims she heard it.
That's what she told Livie.

I don't see how she could hear
it when it wasn't Jason or me.

Well, you know that church
organ just don't play itself.

Esther, there's something
I think I had ought to tell you.

Yeah. What about?

You know, it is possible
that someone else could play

the organ aside from you.

Well, who else is there?

Zelda Maynard.

Jason was over
in Westham. Jason...

Zelda Maynard?

John-Boy says she plays
the organ real good.

John-Boy?

Reverend Fordwick seems to think

that you could
divide up the job.

Reverend...

I was playing that
organ long before

Reverend Fordwick
ever came here.

I only gave it to Jason
because of his music.

And when he can't play, like
last Sunday, then I take over.

It's mine!

You mean it's Walton property?

Zelda Maynard!

Now, Esther, you
just simmer down.

You're the one that's always
talking about Christian charity.

Yeah, well, charity
begins at home.

Yes, it also begins
in the church.

Considerably well
thought of there.

And that organ
is part of the church

and has been so
for over 60 years.

Yeah, well, we've been
part of it for 50 years!

And you know that
when it comes to giving

or to helping out
or sharing with others,

I don't even think about it
twice. I just do it.

Then what the Sam Hill
are you getting upset?

Don't you use swear words to me.

Sam Hill is not a swear word.

When you say it, it sounds like
one, so it's the same thing.

You get me so mixed up I dunno

what I'm talking about,
galldang it!

You're doing it again.

No. Charity, that's
what I was talking about.

Galldang it, what
in the blue blazes...

Zeb!

I am not swearing!
I don't intend to.

But if you're so all fired
forgiving and generous,

what so upset about Zelda
playing on the organ for?

Yeah, well, it was the way
I heard about the playing.

She could have come to me.

She could have talked to me

before she ever talked
to the Reverend.

That'd be something
like a little old rabbit

come calling on the fox.

So now she's
the dear little rabbit,

and I'm the mean old fox.

Nothing of the sort, now, now.
You just calm down, now.

You must admit that
you and Zelda

are not exactly what you
would call bosom friends.

There's been a certain dislike,

especially on your part,
I must say.

You can't expect her
to come waltzing over here

just to get your approval
of her playing the organ.

Well, it was the way
I heard about it.

Livie and John-Boy
and the Reverend and then you

and heaven knows how
many others knew about it.

Seems everybody knew
about it before I did.

Why did I've to be
the last to hear?

I must say, there's a certain
tendency on the part

-of some people to...
-To go behind my back?

Yeah, well, it's dishonest.

It's robbery. It's
just downright robbery,

taking what's been mine
all these years, and in church.

Forgiveness. What
about forgiveness?

Isn't there something in your
Good Book about forgiveness?

I'll pray on it.

[laughing]

What you making?

It's getting late
for you, Elizabeth.

Are you making fudge?

Fudge.

Isn't it kind of
late for fudge?

It's late for you.

Do you think I'll get
some in my lunchbox?

I wouldn't count on it.

Daddy,

Mama's making a huge
batch of fudge,

and she's gonna eat it all.

Well, good for her.

Does he really mean that?

-No, he doesn't.
-Yes, I do.

Your mama has it in mind
to be something different.

Maybe if she eats a whole bunch
of fudge, she'll get fat.

I don't think I'll like that.

But it'll be different.

I don't understand, and I
really don't think I want to.

The last place I boarded,

they had a man
who'd come and hose

down the porch and
then sweep it, just so.

If you know where he is,
and he works for nothing,

I'll hire him.

Well, it's just
another way things

are better when
there's a man around.

Good morning, ladies.

Good morning, Zeb.

Well, Mr. Walton,
how very nice to see you.

-All alone, are you, Zeb?
-Yes.

As a matter of fact, I am on
somewhat of a secret mission.

I wonder if it'd be possible

to speak to this glorious
creature.

Well, I...

If you please, Flossie.

If you must.

You are reading
my mind, Mr. Walton.

I wouldn't dare do
that, my dear lady.

No.

Well, I... I'd be
mortified if you could.

-I beg your pardon?
-Read my mind.

No, no, I wouldn't
do a thing like that.

No, I wouldn't mortify you
for the whole wide world.

You said something
about a secret mission.

Yes, the secret is for
your little ears alone.

Really? Yes.

I want to appeal to
the better side of your nature.

Mr. Walton. You know you can.

I understand that you play
the organ beautifully.

Now, now.

-I've studied ever since I...
-What lovely...

Well!

I consider that an insult!

A what? What's that?

I believe, Mr. Walton,

that that was your wife
come spying on us.

Yes, that's Esther, alright.

She'd barge by,
but she wouldn't spy on us.

No, she knows better
than to do a thing like that.

Better than what?

To think there'd be anything
between the two of us...

I just come here to
try to tell you...

To persuade you that...
About the organ in the church.

Esther has played on that
organ for such a long time.

Yes. Yes, I know. Too long.

Well, Reverend Fordwick
says that sharing

is a very Christian thing to do.

Well, a very Christian,
very gracious,

very unselfish thing to do

would be for that prying
old woman to retire.

[door closing]

Esther!

Esther!

Esther, would you hold your
horses? Just slow down, now.

Esther, I want to talk to you.

Esther!

Esther, if you're thinking

what I think you're
thinking, you're mistaken.

I know what I saw
with my own eyes,

and I don't need
anything explained to me.

Well, maybe you
better explain it to me.

I am not the only
Baptist that can

walk by Flossie
Brimmer's, you know?

I fail to see what
you're driving at.

There sits Zebulon
Walton, big as life,

with the woman
who plans to take

his wife's place
at the church organ.

Now, that can only mean that you
prefer her playing over mine.

Nothing of the sort.
Esther, would you listen to me?

Esther, just listen here!

Esther, that's your trouble.
You'll never listen to anything!

Hello, Esther.

It's so nice to see you.

I'll be with you in just
three shakes of a lamb's tail.

I hear that Zelda
Maynard's gonna

be playing the organ
at church this Sunday.

You...

You don't seem too pleased.

Well, I don't know.
I've never heard her play.

I don't know if she has
the feeling for a church.

I hear she plays real good.

Well, I would've heard her
if somebody had let me know.

People are keeping
a lot of things

to themselves
around here lately.

I thought everybody knew
that Zelda played the organ.

Everybody but me.

Hello, Esther.

Forgive me for not
pausing to converse

with you, but
busy, busy, busy.

Well, what have you lost now?

Have you seen that little
petite bottle of fixer?

Corabeth, you're
burning something.

I'm sorry, Esther. I just
cannot chat with you now.

It's a bottle about this big,
and it has green liquid in it.

Can't you smell that?

That bottle! Yeah,
that's over there

right behind the soap chips.

You used that
the last time that...

Eureka!

See? I knew where
it was all the time.

What's she doing back there?

She's just putting the finishing
touches on the beauty parlor.

I thought that was
finished weeks ago.

Well, you know...
A lot of little details.

Ouch!
Ohh!

Who was that?

It's not Olivia.

Corabeth!

Well, it sure
sounds like Olivia.

Well, what would Olivia
be doing back there?

Well, that's what
I'd like to find out.

Esther, I wouldn't go
back there if I were you.

Well, then, you
stay right here, Ike.

Livie! Livie!

Liv...

It was meant to be a surprise.

Good Lord.

[pleasant music]

Grandma, this
isn't the best time.

You just let it smoke like that?

Corabeth says it's supposed to.

It's working. That's what we
call it. Working its wonders.

Smells awful.

I understand all
that washes out.

Well, it better. Nobody
could stand to be near you.

Tell her, Corabeth.

Now is a very critical
time. Tell her what?

How all that awful
smell washes out.

Well, it'll be on your pillow
slips and your clothes.

Just being in the same room,
why, John would have a fit.

Grandma.

Go someplace, please.

Well, that's why I came in here.
I guess I'll go to church.

Wonderful.

Yes, our quarters
are very cramped.

I have to stay with her every
moment now, to the very end.

You make it sound
like childbirth.

Grandma!

Don't worry, Livie.
It just may all work out.

Corabeth, go over
that part again,

the part where that
awful smell washes out.

You know, that burns.

[choir music]

Reverend Fordwick?

Why, Esther Walton, how often
have I thought of you lately.

Well, John-Boy's right.
She plays well.

He told Zeb, and Zeb told me.

Our church is blessed, Esther,

at having not one,
but two organists

right in its own congregation.

Don't forget Jason.

Of course, three.

Yeah. He's a Walton.

And, well, I don't deny
having prayed on this some.

Longer than anything
else I can remember.

And, well, next to
my family, of course,

the church and the church organ
have been mighty close to me,

and I...

I...

What is it, Esther?

No. No, I cannot
share with that woman!

And if you want her,
you don't want me.

You don't want a Walton,
and that's it!

No, now that is not
the way it is at all.

I will not resign
my organ playing to just anyone.

And if you toady to
that Zelda Maynard,

then I will resign from this
church, Reverend Fordwick.

Esther!

I will turn Methodist!

There. Now, come along.

Wait, Corabeth.

Hiding from me,
you little rascal!

It's going to
be just beautiful.

I hope so. I'm
kind of nervous.

No, it'll be
perfect. Come along.

Oh, no! Oh, my goodness, no!

Haven't we got a good do?

I look like I've got
springs all over my head!

Honestly, Olivia,
the way you express yourself.

Kinky little bed springs,
smelly little bed springs.

Now we give it a good rinsing.
Now, bring them over here.

Them?

The little bed springs.

Corabeth, you did say
the smell would rinse right out?

Well, water tends
to make a permanent curlier,

so we must exert caution
on how wet we get the hair.

Now, we'll rinse it, and then
we'll give it a good soaping.

We don't wanna
make it any curlier.

Well, brushing is
good for the hair,

but in its way, it
tends to deepen the wave,

and bringing up
the natural oils the way it does

tends to make us wash oftener.

Which tends to
make our hair curlier.

Well, styling is everything.

I do believe that the solution

lies in the loving
bosom of her family.

I think you will agree.

You think we'll agree, Pa?

I do believe the Reverend
thinks we've to agree.

You didn't hear her. You didn't
see it, either, when she said,

"I will turn Methodist!"

Well, I felt the earth shake
a little while ago.

That was Esther alright.
She were shakin' things up.

I do wish I could
share the levity

that you gentlemen
see in this situation.

I really envy your ability
to take this so lightly.

What's that?

There is someone
behind that tree.

Can that be Olivia?

I do believe it is.

She's gaining on the house.

[door opening and closing]

Mama, the door won't open.

It's locked.
Go along, Elizabeth.

I didn't even know it locked.

Well, she usually
likes it open.

Mama, are you alright?

Mama? Mama, are you sick?

Go along, girls, I'll
be down in a minute.

Ma, do you think there's
something wrong with Olivia?

When I finish with what ails me,
I'll give her some thought.

Ma, are you sick?

No, I'm thinking about it.

Daddy.

Mama's up in her room.
The door's locked.

I wish I knew what
was going on with her.

Well, I did it.

You look like Shirley Temple.

What'd you do
to yourself, Mama?

[laughing]

[pleasant music]

[dog barking]

Good old Reckless,
you still love me, don't you?

Mama, I was just
coming to see you.

-I was just coming to find you.
-Why?

Because your daddy and
brothers and sisters

and grandma and grandpa
are all laughing at me.

Why are they laughing?

Mama, I'm sorry.

Mama?

Would you take a look
at this tomato?

That's a beaut.

That is a whopper!

It's a ponderosa.
Where'd you find it?

-Out back of the shed.
-That explains it.

You're the only two
going to church this morning?

Don't ask me. Mama's upstairs.
I guess Grandma's in her room.

She's in a foul mood, too,
and Livie isn't much better.

Liv!

They come from
seeds. Somebody threw

it out there, landed
in the cow manure.

Don't say it.

Well, it's about
time somebody did.

What came over you?
Grown, sensible woman.

I wanted something different.
I wanted a change.

Couldn't you change your dress
or shoes? Had to be your hair?

I was tired of it.
It was drab and dull,

I've been wearing it the same
way since I was a young girl.

And that's supposed
to be an improvement?

I'd like to shave
my head and lock myself

in my room until
it grows out right.

You did the one thing
I asked you not to do, Liv.

I liked your hair the way
it was. I always liked it.

Do you just love me for my hair?

Where are you going?

To climb in a hole. I'm gonna
pull the hole in after me,

and I just want everybody
to leave me alone!

Aimee, if you don't
hurry yourself along,

we'll be late for church.

-What is keeping that child?
-She's dressing.

Hello, Erin.

We're not open. We're just
leaving for church.

Have you seen my mama?

Honey, I haven't laid
eyes on her since yesterday.

What do you all
think of that special

permanent wave I gave your mama?

Doesn't it give her a totally
new and exciting personality?

Well, it's a little
unusual for Mama.

Are you sure you didn't
see her pass by outside?

I know we haven't been standing
outside watching for people.

I want to know
what John and the family

thought of your
mama's new appearance.

We were surprised.

And your mama's enjoying it?

Well, I'm not so sure.
She ran out of the house.

I better go. The rest of
them are leaving for church.

Well, I do declare.
Aimee! I do.

I thought it
looked quite swanky.

Esther, stop
whatever you're doing.

We're gonna be late for church.

I am not going. I am
not going to any church.

Esther. Esther, you'll
be sorely missed.

I am not going.

Church won't be the same
without you, Grandma.

They'll get along
without me just fine.

Well, it seems to
me, Grandma, that,

you'd want to hear
Mrs. Maynard play the organ.

I wouldn't miss it.

Jason, I have heard her play.

She should have taken your
job at the Dew Drop Inn,

not at the church organ.

I'll try to explain that
to Reverend Fordwick.

There is nothing to explain.
Now, will you please go?

Esther, will you let
me explain it to you?

That's the trouble.
You just never listen.

Esther, I went to see that woman
because I could persuade her

to go to another church or share
the organ-playing with you.

Alright, children.
Let's go to church, then.

-Nah.
-Bye, Daddy.

-Bye, honey.
-Come on, young ones.

-Simmer down, Pa.
-Bye, Daddy. Bye, Grandma.

Bye, Grandma.

It's nice having you home, Ma.

I was getting tired of being

the only backslider
in this family.

I am not a backslider.

I just can't
tolerate that woman.

I don't blame you. I don't
care much for Zelda, either.

What she ever do to you?

Nothing. She just kind
of rubs me the wrong way.

Want some of this paper?
Sit down.

No, thank you. No.

Well, they say
nothing stays the same.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, that's just a saying, Ma.
"Things never stay the same."

Like you going to church
every Sunday all your life.

Now you decide
you don't wanna go to church.

Might be nice for a change.

Change? I'm not
giving up my religion.

Well, guess I...
Guess I misunderstood, Ma.

What's so funny?

No, I was, I was
just thinking about

the Reverend, you know,

looking out over that
congregation and not seeing you

for the first time
in all these years,

it's gonna give
him quite a start.

Also, see, that Zelda woman all
sitting there, smiling away.

I suppose I am being selfish.

I shouldn't let one bad
apple wreck the whole barrel.

Come on, Mama. I was counting
on you staying home with me.

I've decided to go.

My church means more
to me than my pride.

Want me to give
you a ride over, Ma?

No, thank you. I've got
a lot of thinking to do.

Okay, Ma.

[pleasant music]

-Verdie?
-Olivia.

-I need your help.
-What can I do?

-I don't know how to ask.
-Asking ought to be the least.

You're not ill?

Not in any usual way

but I am kind of sick
about something I've done

and if I could just
find the right words

without in the
least offending you...

Friends can't
offend each other.

I was sort of, of
a mind to change things.

And you did.

And I heard that your people
have some secret way...

Of straightening hair, you mean?

I have always heard that, too.

Olivia!

Go ahead and laugh.
I'm getting used to it.

But if you could just manage
to get a grip on yourself?

Well,

the art of hair-straightening
was never handed down to me

because none in our family
ever straightened our hair.

We left it natural.

I'm sorry.

Thanks, Verdie.

Olivia, you can't
change it right away,

but you can cover
it sort of pretty.

Why, I was saving
this for quilting pieces

but I think we can
put it to better use.

Come in the house,
where there's a mirror.

Will the congregation
please rise

and join me in
singing hymn number 344?

Esther?

Women. Huh.

[orchestral music]

* There's a land that
is fairer than day *

* And by faith we
can see it afar *

* For the Father
waits over the way *

* To prepare us
a dwelling place there *

* In the sweet by and by *

* We shall meet on
that beautiful shore *

* In the sweet by and by *

* We shall meet
on that beautiful shore **

The congregation may be seated.

Goodbye, Reverend.
I truly enjoyed the sermon.

Thank you very much.

-Bye.
-Ben. Bless you. How are you?

Have a good day.

-We'll see you next week.
-Thank you very much.

-You're a great diplomat.
-Thank you.

Esther, I was so pleased that
you decided to join us today.

Thank you, Reverend.

Esther, bring me
the hymns you'll be playing

at next Sunday's services.

-I'll do that.
-Alright.

Lovely service, Reverend.

Sharing is a very Christian
thing to do, Esther.

Well, there's one thing
I won't share with her.

-What's that?
-You.

Olivia, come on up.

Just for a minute.

I love your turban.
It's beautiful!

Its beauty is only on
the surface, Flossie.

Flossie, you're drinking!

I am not. It's
just purely medicinal.

My feet are killing me.

You wouldn't want me
to fix you one?

Flossie, you know I don't drink.

Well, you never
had fallen arches.

No one, no one has ever had
such a day as I've had.

I wouldn't count on it.

At least you live
with your loved ones.

I live with "Who needs
a room? I need the money."

I guess it's not easy.

It's a lonely life, Olivia.

Why are you wearing that
turban? You bump into a door?

What a nice couple.

I thought maybe you were
tired of running off alone.

I am.

Excuse us, Mrs. Brimmer.

Liv, when a man and woman
have been married 22 years,

they've a right to
spend the night together.

-I agree.
-Alone.

-I agree.
-In a hotel.

I agree.

-I got a suitcase packed.
-Let's go!

-Bye.
-Bye, Flossie! Nice talking.

It was fun.

[engine starting]

And for
a time after that,

peace reigned
in our valley.

No one again challenged

Grandma's right to play
the church organ.

My mother?

Well, this was surely
not her last rebellion.

But most certainly,

it was her last
permanent wave.

-Mama?
-Yes, Elizabeth.

John-Boy says your hair
grows every single second.

That's enough of that.

-There are four kinds of hair.
-John-Boy.

There's short and crisp,
straight, lank...

-John-Boy.
-Long and coarse, wavy, curly,

and a special fourth kind
of hair called frizzy.

-Mama?
-Mama?

Your mama can't hear you. She's
got her head under the pillow.

Good night, Mama!

Frizzy says good night.

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