All language subtitles for The Waltons s07e04 The Moonshiner

I'm gonna handle this
my own way, Jason.

I don't want nothing
from you or your family.

So you just might
as well go on home.

What's a family for
if not to help one of its own?

It's my life, boy.

Grandpa wouldn't have let you
spend out your days

on a road gang
and neither will I.

Ain't nothing you can
do about it.

Case comes up this morning.

JOHN-BOY: I well remember
my grandfather speaking of

the two idealshe felt so much
a part of the human spirit.

They were, he said,
love and loyalty.

During that autumn of 1941,

his ideals were to be well
tested by those people fate

and the changing times would
return to Walton's Mountain.

It was a time
when our brother Jason

most keenly felt
the loss of our grandfather.

In the case of Boone Walton vs.

the people of
the United States of America,

this court finds you
guilty as charged

in the illegal
manufacture and sale

of what is commonly referred to
as bootleg or moonshine whiskey.

Anything you wish to say before
the court passes sentence?

I believe the law is
on your side, not mine.

Might as well get on
with it, Judge.

Your Honor,
with your permission,

there's something
I'd like to say.

And who might you be?

My name is Jason Walton, sir.

This man is cousin
to my family.

I'd like to speak
on his behalf.

You speak on your own behalf.

Well, he never even
asked me, Judge.

(GAVEL BANGS)

JUDGE: Sit down.

You are of Zeb and
John Walton's family?

JASON: I am, Your Honor.

And what is it you wish
to tell the Court?

Your Honor, I'm not here
to argue that Boone Walton

didn't do what he
is charged with.

But I believe his life
has been and stands for,

a good deal more than making
and running moonshine.

My life ain't over yet and I
don't need no funeral sermons.

To my family he
represents the last of

an older generation of Waltons.

The only life he's ever known
is in the Blue Ridge Mountains.

Yet his family's land
was taken from him,

given away to a national park.

He had no place to go.

He chose to stay,

keeping to himself,
alone in the mountains.

Your Honor, locking him away
at his age would kill him,

the same as it would
if you imprisoned any of

the wild creatures that
have been his only company

in those mountains.

I'm prepared to pay his fine.

In return, I ask
that you release Boone Walton

into the custody of
the only family he has left.

That's all I have to say.

Boone Walton, stand up.

I know this is your first
offense, Mr. Walton.

I'm also smart enough to know

it's the first time
you've been caught.

Young man, I also
happen to believe

what you say could be
in the interests of

reforming Mr. Walton.

(GAVEL BANGS)
Sentence suspended.

Fine is $100.

(SIGHS)

Mr. Boone Walton is
released to the custody

of Mr. Jason Walton, his kin.

(GAVEL BANGS)

BOONE: I ain't never
owed nobody nothing.

JASON: You don't owe me anything
except good behavior.

The way I figure it,

if one fellow pays
the other fellow's way,

one of them is beholden
to the other.

You'll have plenty of
chance to work it off.

Daddy's heading up
a lumber co-op.

Filling orders for
new Army barracks,

ship building at Newport News.

BOONE: Hey, pull over, here.

"Home of progress"?

You for progress?

I reckon it's coming
whether we're for it or not.

Sure right there.

It is progress what brought
two lanes of blacktop highway

right through your Aunt
Martha Corinne's kitchen.

-I remember that.
-Do you?

People's moving into town,

toting lunch pails with light
bread sandwiches to indoor jobs.

That's progress.

We haven't moved anywhere.

Daddy travels some,
but we're still

right where we always were.

Don't have to move,
fences will do that to you.

So would a jail cell.

I had me some plans.

I could have escaped
if I wanted to.

Could right now,
if I wanted to.

You're not going anywhere
except with me.

I said, "If I wanted to."

Sister, you're sure
you searched up here?

I looked everywhere
up there for it.

There's not a sign
of it, Sister.

Oh, if only Papa were here
to advise us what to do.

Well, courage,
Sister, courage.

It's never been
outta the family.

It's never been
out of the room.

Then it simply must be here.

Of course it must, Sister,
but where?

Continue searching.

(GROANS)

Without it I don't know
how either of us can go on.

Oh, Sister!

(SIGHS)

JASON: Cousin Boone's going
to be staying with us.

I thought it would be
a real surprise.

As we all know, he was caught
doing what he does best.

Yes, we all know.

I thought you just
went up there for a visit.

Well, it turned out
his trial was this morning.

I took this on myself,
not feeling he should be

on the road gang.

Why not?

Esther.

Family's all growed up, Olivia.

Uh-huh.

It's been a long time
since we saw you last, Boone.

Yes.

Mmm.

Like Jason says,
this is a real surprise.

Now, Aimee, put your money
in the cash register.

We must pay for candy
the same as everyone else.

Alright, Mother.

Well, can I check your oil
and get them windows for you?

Not today, thank you.

Okay, that will be
a dollar even, then.

-Thank you very much.
-Thank you.

-Y'all come back now.
-See you.

That was her.
I'm almost sure of it.

Daisy Garner.

You've got a good eye
and a good memory, Corabeth.

Who is that child with her?

I always wondered why she and
John-Boy never got married.

Why is she here?

You're asking me?

Well, I suppose
we'll find out soon enough.

Aren't you going to pay
for the candy, Mama?

(LAUGHING)

Boone, Jason tells me you've
come to stay with us a while.

I don't reckon you folks
got much choice.

The Judge made Jason my keeper.

-You remember Ben?
-Hey, Boone.

-How are you, Ben?
-Good, thank you.

John, they tell me you doing big
things for the US Government.

That's the way it is
around here these days, Boone.

Jason tells me you signed on
to work with us.

Well, as long as
the US Government's

doing something
besides chasing me,

I don't mind putting in
a day's work.

Let's get to it, then.

Take these on outside.

Just because Boone's
not like us,

doesn't mean he's
never amounted to anything.

Never will.

John-Boy was shot and
nearly killed four years ago

because of trouble
Boone stirred up.

Aunt Martha Corinne
was to blame as well.

His whole side of
the family is warlike.

They'd just as soon shoot
you as look at you.

They were just trying to defend
their land. John-Boy never--

And now he's shown up
here with a gun.

Think I'll set Boone's place
right between Ben and Jason.

I think Jason feels that Boone's
place at our table is permanent.

Moonshiner!

Grandma, there are lots of
moonshiners up in the mountains.

But only one Walton.

(CAR APPROACHING)

OLIVIA: Alcohol and
the people who drink it

are to blame for a lot
of the world's troubles.

MARY ELLEN:
Mama, what's that you and Daddy drank on your anniversary?

OLIVIA: There's a big difference
between a sip of champagne

and moonshine.

Mama,

I think you better set
a couple more places.

-Now who is it?
-It's Daisy Garner.

She's brought her little girl.

I thought it best
I return John's ring.

I'm sorry if you two have
decided not to work it out.

So am I.

When he first got to London,
we wrote each other quite often.

Then, not so often.

(SIGHS)

It's been over a month since
I've heard anything at all.

We don't hear much
from him, either.

His job keeps him awful busy.

I think that for him...what
there was between us is over.

So...

He's gonna be
coming home someday.

Wouldn't you rather
give it to him yourself?

I'll be a long way
from here by then.

MARY ELLEN: Mama, tea.

Come on.

DAISY: Melissa and I
are going to New York.

For good?

I think so.

My mother passed away
last month.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Since then, I've had
a lot of decisions to make

and things to settle.

This was one of them.

-ELIZABETH: Daisy?
-Hmm?

Do you mind if I took Melissa to
my room and showed her around?

Alright, but just
for a minute or two.

We have a long trip
ahead of us.

We'll see if we can find her a
toy to play with along the way.

John told you about Melissa?

Yes.

I've really come here
to ask you to forgive me.

You weren't honest
with John-Boy

and I didn't like
to see him hurt,

but it's not for me
to judge you.

It's about time to get
John Curtis up from his nap.

Would you like to see
how much he's grown?

Very much.

And then, we really
must be going.

It's getting kind of late.

How would you and Melissa
like to stay the night?

I would like that
very much.

Thank you.

MARY ELLEN:
Come on, Daisy. I want to hear about all your plans.

We remember all the stories Aunt
Martha Corinne used to tell us.

You must know them
all by heart.

We'd like to hear
some of your own.

There must not be
many like you left up

in that part of
the Blue Ridge.

Well, you see,

ain't no man gonna make a small
acquaintance with them mountains

if he wants to make whiskey
and get away with it.

Time was there was me,

Farley Coombs, Jack Whittaker,

and the granddaddy
of all Blue Ridge moonshiners,

Little Davy Osgood.

Y'all's granddaddy
knew them all.

He ever tell you
about Little Davy?

Little Davy rode horseback.

He disguised hisself
as a Bible salesman.

Sold leather-bound,

gold-stamped Bibles
to the women,

moonshine to the menfolks.

Let's see...

First time ever I
seen Little Davy,

I believe he was
riding a chestnut mare.

Well, I'd love to stay and hear
more, but you must excuse me,

I have a class to attend.

Erin, I'll drive you, okay?

JIM-BOB: Anybody wanna listen to
the war news on the shortwave?

I'll take these in,
I have some studying to do.

Come on, Melissa,
I'll read you a story.

Sure.

Martha Corinne used to say my
stories was about as interesting

as watching the grass grow.

Whatever happened
to Little Davy?

Snake bit him, he died.

Well, I guess I'll be
turning in now.

Mr. Walton,
I liked your story.

They tell me you're a dancer.

Yes, I am.

I expect you do real good.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

JASON: Boone?

Come in, boy.

A good day's work.
You did well.

I mostly got in the way 'cause
I didn't know what I was doing.

That's more the truth of it.

What you got there, boy?

Grandpa always kept this hidden,
for special people.

(EXCLAIMS)

He figured you're special,
and so do I.

Make yourself at home.

Well...

I sure appreciate that.

Mmm.

(EXCLAIMS)

That sure makes me
feel at home.

Zeb run this off?

No. No, it was a gift
from some old friends.

Old friends?

He never told me about
them old friends.

Well, he never had a chance
to introduce them to you.

But you do?

It could be arranged.

Oh.

Well, here's to old friends.

(SIGHING)

Mommy.

Do we have to drive anymore?

Can't we stay here?

I'm sorry, Melissa.

But we're going to have our
breakfast and be on our way.

Please. It's so nice here.

Mary Ellen's promised to
show us all around everything.

You put her up to this?

You've only
been here one night,

you've hardly seen
anything of the Mountain.

We are on our way
to New York City,

and we have imposed
on you long enough.

Nonsense.

If you think you're imposing,
I know of a house that's empty

and furnished,
and free of charge.

And you two have
planned all this out?

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHS)

Alright. For a day or two.

Probably do us both
a lot of good.

This makes sense, Esther.

Stop the night creatures.

-Corn looks good.
-Yup.

Esther,

I guess one of the things
about living for a long time

is that finally
there ain't nobody left

you done anything with.

I know there ain't nobody around
misses Zeb like you do.

But I tell you,

it's my heart's craving
to spend another hour with him.

Ain't nobody his cut
around no more.

I never did have the words to

say my feelings.

Zeb would have.

(WHISTLING)

Oh, hi. I brought your
groceries, Miss Mamie.

Oh. Oh, yes.

We missed you. Missed you
coming into the store.

I'm afraid we simply cannot
face the community.

A great tragedy has
happened to us, Mr. Godsey.

MISS MAMIE: We would prefer
that the news not be broadcast.

Shocking.

What is it?

We cannot say.

Anybody seen Boone this morning?

No, he's probably about halfway
across the county by now.

JOHN: I don't think
Jason thinks that's too funny.

After all, he's got an
investment to protect.

You're right, I don't
think it's funny.

He did say he'd rather
go fishing than work.

Well, he's here to work.

Judging by the way he works,

we'd be better off
if he went fishing.

BOONE: (SINGING)
As I walked out one morning

My true love passed me by

I could tell
her mind was changing

By the movement of her eye

You're up early.

Well, that way, I can
see my own shadow,

and I don't have
to worry about yours

following me everywhere I go.

You're building a still
on Walton's Mountain.

Can't think of no
better place to build one.

Who's gonna look for a still
on Walton's Mountain?

It doesn't matter to you
that you'd risk

getting our whole family
in trouble with the law?

Whole family don't need to know.
Just you and me.

I don't think so, Boone.

You still ain't caught on,
have you, boy?

I'm doing this as much
for you as for me.

Who's gonna be around
to learn you when I'm gone?

There's more I wanna know
about you than making whiskey.

Now, you said you'd
think it over.

How about telling me
while we go rabbit hunting?

First off, you can't talk and
hunt rabbits at the same time.

So, let's walk.

Get the gun, boy.

I'm kind of curious
to know about that song

you're always singing, Boone.

(EXCLAIMS)

Well, I sing them words

on account of Rose Jamison.

Met her at a
Sunday preaching once.

I knowed right then that,

that Rose was a wildflower

I was gonna pick for my own.

(SIGHS)

I used to walk 12 miles

over to her church in Alberene

just to look at her.

Do you know about love, Jason?

The kind you're talking about
hasn't happened to me yet.

It will.

Well, me and Rose married
in that little old church.

Settled into a cabin I built for
us up on the Blue Rock Hollow.

Next year, why,
our boy was born.

Henry Jamison Walton.

In Spring 1888,

there come a terrible flood.

Blue Rock rose up one night,

come roaring down,
filling in the Hollow banks

with a fury that took
everything before it.

Took my home, took my son...

Took my Rose.

If you're ever over in Alberene,

there are two stones
over there marked with

Rose and the boy's names.

I go over there once a year,
clean around the graves,

plant new flowers.

Been doing it for 53 years.

Well, that's about all that
ever counted in my life, Jason.

That what you wanted to know?

Let's get to hunting
them rabbits now.

You're welcome to use the house
as long as you like.

It's so clean and neat,
inside and out.

It's as if you two
were still living here.

It's my way of reminding myself
that Curt will be coming home.

Things will be same as they were
before he left for the Army.

You sound sure we're
gonna be in this war.

John-Boy's over there,
he's certain of it.

I've begun to accept the fact
that it could be months,

or years, before
Curt's home to stay again.

You're determined to go to
New York, aren't you?

I guess I'm looking
for the old days,

trying to find some of
what it was like before.

Could be my way of waiting.

Why don't you wait here?

Begin a new life
for yourself and Melissa?

You seem sure people around here
are going to accept me.

There's no reason
they shouldn't.

I wish I could believe that
as easily as you.

ELIZABETH: Don't you want
to do anything?

I'd like to do
a lot of things,

but Mama says I've to
do an hour of sewing,

then another hour of reading
before I get outta here.

-Did you do something bad?
-No.

I'm just supposed to grow up
like a lady, and it isn't easy.

-I'll watch.
-Watch what?

-Watch you grow.
-You can't watch a person grow.

(LAUGHS)

Jim-Bob and I used to think so,
when we were little.

Well, I'm gonna get a soda.
Does anyone want one?

ELIZABETH: Anyhow,
we all want them to stay.

It's one way to get
John-Boy back from England.

I suppose you've
thought of that.

Mary Ellen's gonna
offer them her house.

That'd be a good place
for them to stay.

-CORABETH: Elizabeth?
-And that Melissa,

she's just the cutest
little girl, isn't she?

And just who is Melissa?

Oh, she's Daisy Garner's
little girl.

Well, tell me, where is
that child's father?

Oh, Melissa doesn't
have a daddy.

Oh, how sad.

I didn't know that
Daisy was a widow.

Oh, she isn't.

As far as I know,
she's never gotten married.

Well, Elizabeth.

I would rather not have
a love child in my home.

Corabeth, hold on. That child
hasn't done anything to us.

Aimee is at a very young
and impressionable age,

and I will not have her exposed
to the more tawdry side of life

until absolutely necessary.

How you doing?

Well, I'd rather be fishing,
I can tell you that.

We going visiting like you say?

We'll have to get fixed up,
they're ladies.

Ladies?

I'll find you something
of Grandpa's to wear.

You got more turns
than a swamp eel, boy.

Ladies, you say, huh?

Finest you'll ever meet.

I'd be pleased to.

I'm sorry, Jason, Sister and I
are not accepting callers.

Perhaps another day.

Miss Mamie, wait.

Miss Mamie?

Oh, Jason, a most dreadful
tragedy has befallen us.

We've lost the recipe
for the Recipe.

(HISSING)

(LIQUID BUBBLING)

You've gotta ease back
on that temperature just a mite.

Right there.

Excuse me.

Mr. Boone seems to
have a taste for his work.

Yes, ma'am. You might say
it's an acquired taste.

Just a tad more meal,

and, I think, through
the cooker one more time.

Now, you could keep
a tighter spigot.

Give yourself a slower run.

Papa was very proud
of those pipes.

They came all the way
from New York City.

He was a real old-timer
in the business, was he?

MISS EMILY: Business, Mr. Boone?

Our father was a judge.

I think what
Cousin Boone means is

the business of knowing how
to make a really fine Recipe.

MISS EMILY: Oh.

Jason,

you may fetch the cups.

Most medicinal,
Papa always said.

You know what
my papa used to say?

My papa used to say, "The best
medicine is 100 proof."

And this, dear ladies,
is just that.

Papa said, "The taste
is in the proof."

A dying art, but not forgotten.

But maybe if your
late daddy was here,

what he would say would be,

"Just what the doctor ordered."

Miracle of miracles, Sister.

-The Recipe is restored.
-Indeed it is, Sister.

If you good ladies ever have
another problem like this here,

well, Jason will always
know where to find me.

Papa's Recipe has always
been a secret, Mr. Boone.

Sister and I would like to
know how you learned it.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Well, ladies...

Well, a lot of people might
think it's just plain luck.

There are times when...

When the old great
problem has just

brung out the very best in me.

MISS MAMIE: How can we
ever thank you?

Why don't we start by having
another round of the Recipe?

JOHN: Neither of them said
where they were going?

It can't be a case
of Boone taking off,

'cause I saw him
and Jason leave together.

Melissa, come and
help Erin with dessert.

Sure.

Maybe Boone's teaching Jason

how to get a return
on his investment.

That'll be the day.

Mama, what's a "love child"?

OLIVIA: What?

Ah, every child is
a love child, Elizabeth.

Where did you hear
that expression?

I bet I know where.

Go on, Elizabeth.

From Corabeth Godsey.
That's what she called Melissa.

MELISSA: Mommy, I can't
cut this cake.

ERIN: Here, let me
try it for you.

I wish that Corabeth
would mind her own business.

MARY ELLEN: She certainly
has a big mouth.

She asked me to
bring Melissa home.

She said it was improper for
Aimee to play with a love child.

I'm sorry.

It's Corabeth who
ought to be sorry.

She has no business
judging other people,

especially a small child.

Mommy, can you learn how to make
an angel food cake like Erin?

BOONE AND JASON:
(DRUNKEN SINGING) As I walked out one morning

My true love passed me by

I knew her mind was changing

By the movement of her eye

And my Rosie, she was handsome

My Rosie, she is tall

They say she was good-natured

You two appear to be
enjoying yourselves.

And that's the best of all

Little Saturday night
hoorah, huh?

Evening, John.

We did pay a little visit
on the Baldwin Sisters.

-And a good time was had by all.
-Sure did.

They lost their Recipe.
And... And Boone found it.

Sure did.

He did it all by taste.

Sure did.

Jason, get yourself to bed.

I wanna have a little talk
with Boone, here.

See you in the morning, Jason.

I guess you know that boy's gone
out on a limb for you, Boone.

I'm sure much obliged
to him, too.

I don't appreciate
you getting him drunk.

(SCOFFS)

If Zeb was around, and
a boy's drinking time come,

he'd see to it.

I'm the boy's father,
I'll decide that.

I don't want you
getting him in trouble.

I especially don't want
you wearing out

your welcome around here, Boone.

Don't need you telling me
where my place is.

I knowed that when I come here.

Boone?

Boone?

Boone's gone.
He took his shotgun with him.

You figure he's run off on you?

If he wants to lose himself
in these hills,

you'll never find him.

Or maybe he started
down the road.

Better get looking for him.

Corabeth Godsey
is mostly bluster.

I get angry with her a lot.

There are times when
I almost feel sorry for her.

Well, I don't want my child
to grow up with that.

That gossip.

The cruel way people
talk behind your back.

So you think that
you and Melissa

can lose yourselves
in New York?

Oh, it isn't that
I wanna hide.

I want desperately to
be who and what I am.

Seems to me that
wherever you go,

there's gonna be
a Corabeth Godsey.

Might as well
face up to her here.

I'm on my way to the store.

Come with me.

Alright.

(HORN HONKING)

What do you think
you're doing?

Let's just say I got
my eye on progress,

if I don't get
run over by it first.

Why don't you head on back
where you come from?

-Where you headed, Boone?
-This trip don't include you.

It's my $100.
We're in this together.

Not no more, we ain't.

Would you put
that shotgun away?

You're too young
to understand, ain't you?

(GUNSHOT)

Now, why don't you go on home?

You want to get yourself
locked up? Well, go ahead.

It doesn't matter
what I tried to do.

All you care about
is yourself.

I trusted you.

(SINGING) This is the way
we put up stock

Put up stock, put up stock

This is the way we put up stock

So early in the...

(STORE BELL RINGING)

-Good morning, Corabeth.
-AIMEE: Hi, Melissa.

-Hi.
-You know Daisy and Melissa.

We've met, yes.

And, of course,
I know of them.

Would you mind if
Aimee took Melissa

outside to play
for a little while?

Oh, I'm sorry, Aimee has
other responsibilities now.

But I've already done my chores.

-Come on, Melissa.
-Okay.

Aimee!

(DOOR CLOSING)

Mrs. Godsey, Melissa has
enjoyed playing with Aimee,

I'm sorry to hear
she's no longer welcome.

Oh, well.

I'm afraid that she is
just a little too young

for a companion for Aimee.

I think you've got more on
your mind than that, Corabeth.

Olivia, please.

What you heard about Melissa
not having a father is true,

but it is a terrible thing
to shut her out

for something
that's not her fault.

I mean the child no harm.

But, Olivia, you must
understand, as a mother,

that I have the utmost concern
for the welfare of my daughter.

Aimee is a very
lucky little girl.

You took her out
of that orphanage,

gave her a home,
and a lot of love.

We think of her as our own.

It wouldn't matter to you
where she came from

or what her
background was, would it?

Would it?

Daisy made a terrible mistake.

She's paid for it
a thousand times.

Now she and Melissa want
to stay on this mountain,

and they're gonna need
all the friends they can get.

AIMEE: You get in
and I'll whirl you around.

MELISSA: Sure.

AIMEE: Don't fall out.

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

Miss Garner.

On behalf of Mr. Godsey

and myself,
and Aimee, too, of course,

I want to welcome you
to our community.

Thank you.

Now, I think we can get on
with our shopping list.

I'm beginning to
understand why nobody

ever wants to
leave your mountain.

Glad you like it here.
It's real quiet.

It's just what Melissa
and I need right now,

and Mary Ellen's house
is going to be home.

If you ever wanna borrow
any brothers and sisters

for Melissa to play with,
you just let us know.

You heading for
the Dew Drop Inn?

I don't feel
much like it, though.

-I can't get Boone off my mind.
-You did your best, Son.

Kind of figured it was late
for Boone to change now.

-I believed in him, Daddy.
-Of course, you did.

That's why it's more than losing
the money that's hurting you.

BOONE: Jason Walton?

I talk with you, Jason?

You said you believed in him.

I was gonna call the Sheriff
if I didn't see you by tomorrow.

This here is yours.

$100.

Where'd you get that?

Pawn shop, my old shotgun.

Why?

The Judge appointed you
my keeper,

but he didn't say
you had to pay for it.

I've come back here
to ask you for my freedom.

Oh, Boone.

You know the Judge
would never allow that.

Then you be the judge.

Jason,

I need to spend
what time I got left

back up the yonder in the
mountains where I belong.

I know where I can go
so deep in the Blue Ridge

there ain't no lawman
or his dogs can ever find me.

Man can live the way
he's supposed to live up there.

He can make his own whiskey
if he wants to.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to give me
a day's head start.

Then call the law,
if you want to.

Tell them I run off.
It'd be the truth. I did.

Twenty-four hours.

You have my word.

I'm much obliged to
you and your family

for what you tried
to do for me.

Goodbye, Boone.

Blood kin don't say goodbye,

might mean a death
in the family.

We just turn our backs
and go our own way.

Special friend,

special kin.

Now, go on.

Go on.

Mr. Walton?

It's you who are special.

A very special man.

If you're ever in the mountains

and come upon a wild rose,

pick it for me.

JOHN-BOY: The law
never did catch Boone.

From time to time,
he would slip back to visit us.

He was always loved and
respected as the last Walton

whose ways were
swiftly vanishing

and whose secrets were
revealed only to Jason.

Boone Walton was
killed by a truck

while crossing the highway
one dark night.

He was 87 years old,

and was carrying
two gallons of moonshine.

JASON: (SINGING)
While sailing on the ocean

(JASON PLAYING GUITAR)

While sailing on the deep

I'll think of handsome Rosie

Just as I go to sleep

-JOHN: Goodnight, Jason.
-Goodnight, Daddy.

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