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Most of us on
Walton's Mountain prided

ourselves on our friendly
hospitality...

our family's good name,
and our dignity as individuals.

But in a remote hollow lived
a man named Lutie Bascomb...

with his daughter, Lois May.

If Lutie prided himself on
anything, was his cussedness.

You come straight home now,
you hear?

Yes, sir.

And if any boy looks at you,
you look the other way.

Nobody's gonna go
looking at me, Pa.

And if that teacher tries to
fill you with more blasphemy...

you walk out of there,
and you come home.

That be all, Pa?

You better hightail it in there

before I think
of something else.

Now, in this area, we're very
fortunate in that we have...

many artifacts available to us.

Good morning, Lois May.

Alarm clock didn't go off.

That excuse is beginning
to wear thin.

-Third time this week.
-Yes, ma'am.

In our study of aboriginal
man...

I want you, Addison, to gather
all the artifacts you can find.

Arrowheads, cooking implements,
mortars and pestles.

I know that your grandfather
has a fine collection of them.

Yes, ma'am.

And, John-Boy,
I want you to keep the notes.

You'll be responsible for
the final written report.

Yes, ma'am.

And, Lois May, I want you to do
the scientific research.

Scientific?

How many times must I tell you?

Brush that hair
out of your eyes.

You'll go blind.

Yes, ma'am.

Now sit up straight, please.

Please open your history books
to Page 103.

-How's it coming?
-Almost finished.

Good. John know you spent
the money?

The material didn't
cost that much...

and I don't charge
for the labor.

Let's see if it fits.

That's pretty.

Just because there's
a depression on...

is no reason to let this
house look tacky.

There.

-Won't John be surprised?
-He ought to.

All the work you put in.

There!

That's nice.

Looks so nice, I think I'll
slipcover the whole place.

Look at this.
A paint job is what we need.

Paint doesn't cost that much.

With this crew of Waltons, we
could paint the inside

and the outside in one day.

You've got a couple of starving
animals on your hands, Liv.

Hungry as a bear
in the springtime of the year.

Zeb Walton, you're a long time
from coming out of hibernation.

Notice anything different, John?

Like what?

Grandma, why do we
put up with these two men?

Lord knows. No, that's not new.

Think we ought to feed them?

A little food might improve
their eyesight.

You know, Grandpa...

sometimes women are
the strangest creatures.

Couldn't very well get along
without them, could we?

We need about 1,000 feet,
I think.

And over 200 two-by-fours.

Should be able to get that
by Tuesday.

Tuesday.

Do you see anything?

It's just like Miss Hunter said,
crystals are beginning to form.

-Where?
-Right there.

Oh, yes.

I can't believe
that's really happening.

It's like something's being
created right there.

If those are sugar crystals...

I wonder what would happen
if we used salt.

Why don't you find out?

There's an experiment on that in
your book, you can do at home.

I've extra beakers
and test tubes.

You can take them home
if you like.

I don't know what
my daddy would say.

-But that sure would be fine.
-Good!

I can hear it now...

"News flash! Miss Lois May
Bascomb discovers...."

A mess, probably.
But it'll sure be fun.

Here you are.

-Thank you kindly.
-You're welcome.

Class is dismissed.

Bye!

What did you learn today?

Jason?

You run along. I'll be home a
little later, alright?

You sweet on Lois May Bascomb?

You bet. I'm gonna throw
myself at her feet...

tell her I'm crazy about her,
and offer my hand in marriage.

-John-Boy.
-Yes, Jason?

-You're crazy.
-See you later, little brother.

Mind if I walk along with you?

I don't know what
my pa would say.

He usually walks me both ways.

Just as far as Ike Godsey's?

-I reckon that'd be alright.
-Good. I'll take your books.

I've often wondered

why your daddy walks you to
and from school every day.

He doesn't trust me.

Doesn't trust you? Why's that?

It's no secret now. I mean,
everybody knows about my ma.

Pa says I got her blood in me...

that I gotta be real careful
and watch myself all the time...

so I don't turn out evil
like her.

She wasn't a bad lady.

I didn't know her real well...

but she always just seemed
sad and lonely to me.

She writes me letters
once in a while.

Wilmington, Delaware is the
place where she lives.

Pa won't let me read them.
He takes them and burns them.

What in the blazes're
you doing...

on this road walking
with that boy?

We just happened to be going
in the same direction.

Right. We're in the same grade,
doing an assignment together.

I don't care what you're
doing together...

you stay away
from my little girl.

What's the matter with you?
We're just taking a walk.

Your walk has come to an end!

Lois May, get yourself home.

-Hey, Ike.
-Hey, John-Boy.

What have you got
against that table?

Yesterday I had
a revealing experience.

Yeah?

I had a table like this
and I had to store it out back.

I never could sell it.
Last winter, it got rained on.

This spring, some chickens
roosted on it.

When I was working out there,
some paint spilled on it.

-No wonder you couldn't sell it.
-No, hear me out.

Yesterday a city lady
came by here.

She must've got lost
off the main road.

She came in here,
she saw this, and she said:

"How much would you take for
that divine antique table?"

-You sold it to her?
-$3.50.

Hot patootie!

And so I figured that there must
be some more city ladies...

who would be very interested
and hungering...

for some rare
old antiques like this.

So tomorrow I'm going over
to Charlottesville...

and I'm gonna do me some
business.

If I help you out tomorrow,
would you pay me for it?

What's a young squirt like you
need with money?

There's a dictionary
at Jarman's Bookstore...

I'd give anything to own.

I could use some help.

If you came along with me...

you might make enough
for the dictionary.

-I'll sleep on it.
-Don't sleep on it too late.

I plan to start early.

Hand me that stain, I'll show
you what a table wrecker I am.

-You're gonna help me out?
-Sure am.

You're a pro!

Remember, you tell Miss Hunter
that I got sick...

and had to run on back.

-Sure.
-You tell her first thing.

-I will.
-Thank you, buddy.

I'll take care of it.

-He doesn't look sick to me.
-You mind your own business.

Come on.
Wish I was sick.

Evening, sisters.

-Boy, are you in trouble.
-How's that?

They found out
you skipped school.

Jason, I thought I told you
to say I was sick.

I did, but Martha Cloverdale saw
you leave with Ike in his truck

and she told.

That tattletale.

Feeling better, John-Boy?

I was, till I heard this.

They're in there
waiting for you.

Evening, all.

Miss Hunter's told us that you
weren't in school today.

That's right.

How come?

I went to Charlottesville
with Ike Godsey.

Ike had this idea
of dirtying up furniture

and selling it as antiques.

Did he?

-Every stick of it.
-The idea.

I don't see how he can show his
face in church on Sunday.

You think selling antiques
is more important

than getting an education?

No.

Daddy, I wanted this dictionary.

Ike bought it for me
for helping him.

What's wrong with the dictionary
we've got here?

There's words missing out
of it...

and Elizabeth has cut all the
pictures out for her scrapbook.

Still no excuse
for missing school.

I know. I'm sorry.

Listen, son.

You know
it's my heart's craving...

that all my children
finish high school.

Even college, if I can manage
to live that long.

So when I send you over
to that school...

I expect you to get
an education...

not come back with some report
about selling furniture.

I'm sure we'd be able
to make up the lost work...

if John-Boy would be willing to
spend a little extra effort.

I sure would, Miss Hunter.

And why do we call him
Neanderthal man? Beaumont?

Because the first one
was found in Germany...

in a place called Neander.

Were they hunters
or farmers? Jeanette?

Hunters, Miss Hunter.

And, Lois May....
That hair again.

What kind of weapons
did they use?

Arrows and spears mostly.

How did Neanderthal man differ
from Cro-Magnon man? John-Boy?

Cro-Magnon man
was better developed.

How so?

For one thing,
they'd learned to draw.

We know that because they left
paintings on cave walls...

and they had developed religion.

Yes, Lois May?

If they had religion,
did they believe in Jesus?

Jesus hadn't been born yet.

We're talking about a period...

from 45,000 to 100,000 years
ago.

You look puzzled.
What's the problem?

The Bible says the world's only
about 8,000 years old.

But much of The Bible
is symbolic.

Just a minute.

-Where are you going?
-I've gotta go home.

Can't you wait until school
is dismissed?

No, ma'am.

Last night my pa told me if you
was to teach any more of that...

I was to walk out of here
or else he'd lick me good.

What stuff?

Atheism.

You know that's not what
I'm teaching in this room.

Yes, you are.

And my pa says if you go on
teaching it...

you and your school are gonna
burn in the fires of hell!

We'll continue with the lesson.

What is known about
the kind of religion...

practiced by Cro-Magnon man?

-You lost, John-Boy?
-No, I came here on purpose.

-Why?
-To see you.

I know why you came.

You could get Miss Hunter
in an awful lot of trouble.

I'm afraid I already have.

How's that?

He makes me tell him everything
that's said or done at school.

I had to tell him
about what happened today.

What did he say?

He was awful mad.

Maybe you and I ought to go and
talk to Miss Hunter about it.

I can't. I gotta go in
and fix supper.

I don't have a mama like you do.
I do all the work around here.

You better go back
before my papa gets home.

It won't do either of us any
good for him to find you here.

See you later.

Mr. Bascomb!

I'm glad you've come. It'll
be good to clear the air.

-I've seen your kind before.
-You may call me Miss Hunter.

Don't you get high
and mighty with me, woman!

You can push kids around, but
you are talking to a man now!

In Lois May's interest--

Lois May's interest
is what I'm here about!

You call yourself
a school teacher?

You ain't fit to walk
in this place.

Telling these children they're
coming from monkeys and apes!

No such thing was said
in this classroom.

Let me show you a textbook, and
explain to you exactly what--

I've seen them atheist books!

Pictures like that...

of men with hair all over their
bodies, faces like apes!

She brings that book
in the house again...

I'll throw it in the fire.

It is my personal belief
that we were created by God.

However, one cannot overlook the
fact that man has progressed--

You preach that heathen
talk to somebody else!

Maybe your people swung through
the trees by their tails...

but not mine.

-You're behaving as if they did.
-I won't take your insults!

Nor I yours, Mr. Bascomb.

I'll have your job for this,
you hear me?

You are gonna hear from me.

-It's kind of late, Miss Hunter.
-Mr. Walton, Mr. Walton.

You've caught me at a bad time.

What's the trouble?

I've had the most disturbing
conversation with Mr. Bascomb.

What's Lutie up to now?

He threatened to have me fired.

He'd been drinking...

but sometimes I wonder
if that man's all there.

Sounds like Lutie's
acting kind of strange.

Unless his mind is completely
befuddled with the alcohol.

With Lutie Bascomb,
that is a pretty safe bet.

We'll give you a ride home,

if you don't mind riding
in a rattly old truck.

I'm tired. I'd be proud
to ride in a rattly old truck.

-Come on in.
-There we go.

-How you doing, son?
-Hey, Daddy.

You know any reason
why Lutie Bascomb...

would wanna get
Miss Hunter fired?

He say that?

Miss Hunter said.

What happened at school anyway?

We're working on a project
about primitive man...

and Lois May got things
all mixed up...

and she thought that Miss Hunter
was preaching atheism.

-Was she?
-Daddy, she wouldn't do that.

But this whole thing
could get out of hand.

How so?

She's not about
to change the way...

she teaches just
to please Lutie Bascomb.

I sure hope not.

If Lutie keeps getting madder...

and gets the whole community
riled up against her...

it's gonna be that Scopes
trial all over again.

Your turn, Emily.

I changed it last time,
sister. It's your turn.

I distinctly remember
changing it...

after he sang
the aria from Figaro.

Sometimes I doubt that your
memory is all that it should be.

And I shudder to think
what Papa would say...

if he knew that you are
ruining his Victrola

by letting it run on like that!

-Sister?
-Yes, I heard.

You don't suppose
that's Papa's spirit, do you?

It couldn't be.
Papa always used the front door.

Yes, that's true.

I do fear someone's breaking
into the Recipe room.

Do you remember where Papa
used to keep his pistol?

Yes, but I haven't the faintest
idea how to work it.

What on earth could they
possibly want?

After all, sister, two maiden
ladies, alone.

We must take flight.

Doors all finished, son?

Yes, sir. I'm the specialist
here, anyway.

Miss Mamie, Miss Emily,
what's happened?

-Sit down.
-Some water, please!

-Emily, are you quite alright?
-I think I lost a shoe.

It was the one
with the black satin bow.

I was always
so fond of it, you know.

Ladies, you wanna
tell us what happened?

We were sitting
in our living room...

listening to Papa's recording
of Mr. Caruso.

La Donna e Mobile.
You remember, John-Boy?

We played it for you last
Christmas Eve.

Yes, ma'am, I remember.

It was my sister's turn
to change the record.

It was your turn, Mamie.

At any rate, we heard a noise.

A splintering noise, don't you
know, like someone breaking in.

You see who it was?

We didn't wait to see!

We fled out the back way
and we ran like the wind!

And I lost a shoe.

We're lucky to escape
with our lives.

Sister, I'm scared to go home.

Now, you just take it easy.

After a bit, we'll take you back
and make sure you're safe.

Thank you, Mr. Walton.

Thank you ever so much,
all of you.

Notice anything missing, ladies?

The little ivory music box
that played the Strauss waltzes.

That's been missing
for 25 years.

-Where did the sound come from?
-From the Recipe room.

Let's take a look.

This lock is busted.

I do hope Papa's Recipe machine
has come to no harm.

If anything's missing,
it's probably some Recipe.

I won't sleep a wink tonight.

Don't you worry, Miss Emily.

Somebody just got thirsty,
came here, and took some recipe.

They won't be back.

Better get on up to bed, son.

Yes, sir. Goodnight,
Mama. Daddy.

I thought you two men
were never coming home.

-Where have you two been?
-Out with a couple of ladies.

I really appreciate that.

Out with a couple of ladies...

while I'm home slaving
over a hot iron.

Neither one
was as pretty as you.

Don't you sweet-talk me
after you've been out carousing.

Someone broke
into the Baldwin place.

They take anything?

Some of the Recipe.

Good riddance.

-You know who did it?
-I got an idea.

-Well, who?
-Lutie Bascomb.

He was over at Ike's place.
Ike wouldn't give him any beer.

He's got a thirst meant
for a bigger man.

Probably got desperate.

I wish that man would just
move away somewhere.

-He's no angel.
-He doesn't even try.

Him nor that daughter either
have never set foot...

inside the Baptist Church
since I've been going there.

He probably goes to no church.
He's a heathen like me, maybe.

You may have acted like a
heathen when I married you...

but you're as God-fearing
as the next man.

At least you didn't make me
into no Baptist.

I haven't given up yet.

You gonna stand there ironing
or are you gonna come up to bed?

I'll be along.

-Yes, sir?
-It's getting late.

-What are you doing, homework?
-No, just writing some stuff.

Let me ask you something.

When you're
just writing stuff...

what do you write?

You want me to read it to you?

Sure, go ahead.

Alright.

"The house is hushed now.
The hour is late.

"The night is still except
for a whippoorwill...

"that calls from
the crabapple tree.

"In the kitchen, I hear the
voices of my parents...

"as they speak quiet,
private things to each other.

"Sleep flows through the house
like a silent river.

"Soon our own sleep'll join in
the flow of that quiet river...

"and each of us will dream
our separate dream."

Why did you write that down?

Daddy, I don't know that.

I just have to write it down.

You keep at it.

I sure will.

-John!
-What is it, Livie?

Something's on fire up the road.

Come on!
Come on!

Would you look at that?
Like the burning of Rome.

I hated school, but I didn't
want this to happen.

-Me neither.
-How'll I get my education?

Don't worry, Jim-Bob.
Daddy says we'll all have one.

You can depend on that.

-Then Lutie has flown the coop.
-Looks that way.

He won't get far.

You expect he took
the girl with him?

Reckon.

The dog's gone, too.

Lutie, this is the Sheriff.
You better come on out of there.

Here, child.

Go on, Lois May.

Leave her alone, John.

No, it's alright.

When he came home...

he was roaring drunk.

He kept saying he was the
Lord's sword of vengeance.

That he was gonna punish
the heathens.

I tried to stop him
from going out again.

He started to hit me.

I don't remember any more
until you came.

Did you know the school
burned down tonight?

No.

Right to the ground.

Where's my papa?

We don't know.

Sheriff Bridges will find him.

Did God tell him to do that?

You're a religious woman,
Mrs. Walton.

-Did He?
-No, child.

Good morning, John-Boy.

We saw you go by.

My mama sent me to see if you'll
have breakfast with us.

Thank her for me, but I've got
to go to the county seat.

Gotta see what they'll do
about the supplies

for the rest of the year,
and a new school for next year.

This is an awful thing.

We got Lois May at our house.

You have?

Yeah, she got beat up last night
by her father, before the fire.

That man's not fit
to raise a child.

I've got to do something
about her.

-She's got too much promise.
-I know.

Lois May has a fine mind,
and particularly for science.

I always thought I could help
bring that out...

if she were under the proper
influence...

but there's that father of hers.

What are we gonna do now?

Looks like you young people
will have a vacation.

I don't know as I want one.

Why not?

I hate to lose the school time.

I'll get a school.

I have to.

I have to get a young writer
ready for college.

Oh, my Lord.

What is it?

No, don't come over here.

I think I've found
Lutie Bascomb.

Funerals are no place
for a young girl.

Lois May went.

It's her father.
Oh, my goodness.

But I haven't
got anything to do.

Come here. Come on.

-I'll teach you how to crochet.
-No thank you, Grandma.

When I grow up, I'm gonna
discover lost countries.

I don't think explorers
have any need for crocheting.

What you're liable to discover
is a husband...

and a bunch of kids...

and crocheting can come
in mighty handy.

Not me. I'm gonna be
a career woman.

What makes you think
being married

and raising a family
isn't a career?

They've just come back
from the funeral.

I'll tend to the coffee.

How was the funeral?

Mary Ellen, don't ask questions
like that about funerals.

I could use some coffee.

Would you like to change
out of those clothes, child?

I can't keep staying here,
Mrs. Walton.

Just until you get
your thoughts together.

I keep thinking
about my mother...

thinking maybe
she ought to know.

Do you know where she is?

Wilmington, Delaware,
is all I know.

Would you like us to
try to get in touch with her?

I don't know.

Maybe she just doesn't care.

Miss Hunter, is there something
I can get for you?

You can get me a school,
Mr. Godsey.

Ma'am?

The folks at the County seat
promised...

to rebuild the school
this summer...

but there are six more weeks
of school left this year.

I've found makeshift
classrooms...

for everybody
but my older children.

How large is this room?

I don't know.
What would you say...

about 20 feet by about 19 wide?

The men come and play pool here
at night, don't they?

Nights mostly, yes, ma'am.

So you have no use
for it during the day?

Not much use.

It just might do for my older
high school students.

I'd have to ask you to move
the pool table, however.

I guess we could move it back
at night. Right, Hawthorne?

Long as we both
don't get no hernia.

Splendid!

I thank you for your generosity.

I suppose the School Board
pays a rent for the premises?

No, they don't.
This was my own idea.

Your offer is very kind
and I thank you very much.

Good day.

You're welcome.

I guess.

Don't fight it, Ike.

We both might get educated.

I wanted to point out
to you that...

the children will be very
comfortable...

on my treasured antiques.

Do you think it's wise?

Children can be quite severe
on furniture.

They can't do any harm.

As a matter of fact,
the rougher they treat it...

the more I can sell it for.

I suppose you know
what you're doing.

That's right, just bang it up.

-John-Boy!
-Yes, Miss Hunter.

You can ring the bell
anytime now.

Alright.

Sometimes we tend to think
of a school as a building...

but a school isn't a place,
it's a group of students.

And if they're eager to learn...

the learning can
take place anywhere.

Where do you want me
to put this--

School's in session.

We'll occupy these quarters
for the next few weeks...

until the beginning
of summer vacation.

In order to make up--

You know, Mamie, I despair
of ever finding that shoe.

Do you think I ought to offer
a reward?

Sister, I would
simply forget that shoe.

It has absolutely no value.

It's certainly a pleasure
to see you here, ladies...

but we have a class in progress.

How jolly! A gentleman came by
last evening for some Recipe--

-Good morning, all!
-Good morning, ladies.

May we observe?
Good morning, John-Boy!

We never attended school
formally, you know.

Papa took care of our education
right at home.

My, but was he strict.

-Ladies, may I continue?
-By all means.

We'll have a seat back here and
we'll be as quiet as mice.

Yes, we'll be just as quiet
as we can be.

Let me see, where were we?

We were just beginning,
Miss Hunter.

Oh, yes.

I want everyone to study
your last assignment...

while I take the roll
and see who we've got here.

Mamie, do you remember--

-Lester Adams.
-Here.

Lois May Bascomb.

Ma'am, I don't think she felt
like coming to school today.

Do you think she would mind
if I came to see her?

No. I think she'd like that.

So you see, Lois May, I did
recognize your sensitivity.

I wanted so much to help you,
to draw you out.

But I went about it
in the wrong way.

You were always picking on me.

Yes, I was,
but you must understand...

a woman like me only picks on
people she wants to help.

You have so much promise
in the field of science.

Do you know that?

How could I know anything?
My hair is always in my eyes.

I know you feel bitter right
now, but try to understand.

I wanted you to keep
your hair neat

and attractive
because you're a pretty girl.

Or would be if you believed
in yourself.

-I can take care of myself.
-I know you can.

But I'd like to help you.

I don't need any help.

There's so much I could do
with you...

if you'd only come back to
school.

What am I, a dog you can
train to do tricks?

Lois May, now you come straight
home, you hear?

And if any boy looks at you,
you look the other way.

And if that teacher
tries to fill you

with any more blasphemy...

you walk out of there,
and you come home.

You have so much promise
in the field of science.

Do you know that?

There's so much
I could do with you...

if you'd only
come back to school.

Lois May left the house
before we did this morning.

I figured maybe she'd be coming
to school, but....

Don't know. Maybe she
didn't come to school...

afraid that the kids would laugh
at her black eye.

Think so?

-Where could she be, then?
-Search me. Hope she's alright.

Good morning, everybody.

Looks like almost everybody's
here this morning...

so we'll dispense with the roll
call. Now, first we'll--

May I come in?

Of course you may.

Sit here.

Would everyone please open
your science books to Chapter 9?

"The living earth."

They should be out
any minute now.

I wonder if I'll know her.

Why did you leave her
when you ran away?

I had planned to come back
for her one day.

I wrote her letters.

But I never got an answer.

Do you know who this is?

I think I do.

I came as soon as I heard.

Everything's all taken care of.

He's buried.

Dead.

I didn't know
you'd be so pretty.

Where have you been
all these years?

I wrote to you.

Even when I didn't get an
answer, I kept on writing.

You could at least have come
by once in a while.

Just to see
if I was alive or dead.

I did that, too.

I stood over in those woods,
watching you and watching him.

I was trying
to get up enough courage

to walk up to you
and take you away.

I was scared of him, Lois May.

I know.

I haven't been much of a mother
to you up until now.

I'd like to start trying.

Don't you think
it's a little late?

May I say something?

If you were Mary Ellen...

and I was your mother...

I'd grieve for the time
we'd lost...

but I'd hope that we could make
it up in the years to come.

Could we just go for a walk
together and talk about it?

I wouldn't know what to say.

Take my word for the end of the
story of Lois May Bascomb.

For truth is far stranger
than fiction.

I was to meet her many years
later, when she had become...

not a scientist,
but the wife of a diplomat.

She now lives abroad...

and I expect that sometimes
her memories, as mine do...

return to those Depression
years, and Walton's Mountain.

You know that shoe
Miss Emily lost?

I found it today,
and she offered me a reward.

What did she offer?

A kiss, or some of the Recipe.

-Which one did you choose?
-Both.

You old fool.