All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S01E19.The.Gypsies.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Times were hard everywhere

during the days of
the Great Depression.

But on Walton's Mountain,
we were better off than most.

For many though, it was
a time of wandering...

of looking for
some better place...

a new grasp on life
or a change of scene.

And I remember
when some wanderers

came to our mountain...

one wild, stormy summer night.

No one.

Get the others.

Came to the right place.

There was nothing wrong
with where that dial was set.

It's the storm doing it.

I'm just trying to get it come
in a little clearer.

If that static keeps up,
maybe we ought to turn it off.

That's what I've been trying
to do with her for years.

I don't know which is more fun
making popcorn or eating them.

-Making them.
-Eating them.

Big old thunder and lightning
storm coming up.

It'll probably shake down
the whole house.

Mama, she's scaring me again.

Mary Ellen, stop
scaring your sister.

Honestly, isn't she
the nastiest thing?

That's exactly how I feel.
Nasty as an old fishing worm.

It feels squishy.

And they taste squishy, too.

"I see the lights
of the city...

"Gleam through the rain
and the mist

"And a feeling of sadness
comes over me

"that my soul cannot resist

"A feeling of sadness
and longing

"That my soul cannot explain

"And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain"

Ben, I'm gonna knock
a hole clean through you!

I don't care, they
were picking on me!

Can't even take
a joke, Mary Ellen.

Everybody in this house
is always picking on me.

Nobody in this house
ever really listens to me.

I listen to you.

Tell me one thing
you've ever heard me say.

A while ago, you said....

Someday I'm going 1,000 miles
away from this place.

You'll hear from me only after
I'm famous and go on the radio.

What are you gonna
do on the radio?

Sing, crack jokes,
and tell all the world

how you all picked
on me all the time.

-Who's ready to make popcorn?
-I am!

-Watch out, it's hot!
-That looks good.

Careful.

Found a new word in the
dictionary today.Ambivalence.

That's me: Wanting things to
stay like they are forever...

here on Walton's Mountain...

and yet wanting
to be grown up and away...

to find new things
to see and write about.

Ambivalence. It's a good word.

Thing is, knowing
the word doesn't make

the two wants any easier
to live with.

There was no violence, however,
as the wily gunman...

spirited out of the area by
the time the police moved in.

Nelson is known to be a close
friend of John Dillinger...

public enemy number one.

And police
have established....

What's with the static
from the young'uns

and static from up there,
I think we'd best go to bed.

You're right, Pa. Turn it off.
It's driving me crazy.

How come when we're all eating
the same thing...

Jim-Bob always makes his look
like it tastes better than mine?

It probably is.

Keep it out of your hair,
Jim-Bob. You, too, Elizabeth.

-Yes, ma'am.
-I will.

Why I try to listen to the radio
when a storm's threatening.

It's enough to drive
a man to drink.

Try a popcorn ball.

Going over to Matt Beckwith's
tomorrow to help with plumbing?

Said I would.

I want you to take a casserole
to Martha when you go.

Jason, when we finished airing
out the Baldwin place...

do you remember if you closed
the second story window?

-Didn't you?
-I think so, but I'm not sure.

You think? Miss Mamie and Miss
Emily are paying you a fortune

to look after their house
while they are away.

I know. We better go
check on it right away.

Better wear something warm.

Jason, get my coat and gloves.
I'll go light up a lamp.

-Sure.
-Alright, you children.

Let's save some of
this for tomorrow.

-Oh, can't we keep them?
-No.

Go get Daddy.

Sure made a big hole.

Times are hard enough without
feeding the foxes as well.

It was no fox, Mama.
Too big. It was a dog.

Would you look at that?

The way I make it,
it killed four hens, Mama.

Leghorns.

I never saw a fox
that size before.

-It was a dog.
-I reckon.

Fox or dog, we'll have to shoot
it if it comes here again.

-Come on inside.
-I'll fill up the hole, Daddy.

Get in!

Franzia, at last.

Mama...

you?

Come.

Something wants my baby.

No, Franzia.

Twice today...

the wind tried to suck
his breath away.

And when the black clouds
were overhead...

something dropped from them
that was not rain.

Little black drops of poison.

The old one will know
what to do.

Excuse me, everybody.
I gotta run.

Where are you rushing off
to, young lady?

G.W. Haynes. Promised him
we'd meet and toss a few.

I'd like you to toss
a few dishes first.

Why can't Erin do them?
Erin likes doing dishes.

Look at her putting words in my
mouth. I hate doing dishes!

Alright, girls.
Get about your chores.

You ought to take turns.

John, I told you it
wasn't gonna rain.

How'd you know that, Grandpa?

Because of the new crescent moon
tilting upwards.

It never rains when it
is in that position.

I'm glad it didn't...

since you two boys never did get
to check on the Baldwin place.

I'm sorry, I forgot.

That fox raided the chicken coop
last night, it slipped my mind.

I still say it wasn't
no fox, it was a dog.

-You'd better get over there.
-Thank you.

I've gotta meet Matt Beckwith
at Ike Godsey's.

If you fellows want a ride,
hurry up, I'll take you.

I've a few things
for you to pick up.

Make a list
and you've got them.

I'm gonna warm up the truck.
Come on, Jason.

-So long, Daddy!
-So long, Daddy!

We may have left a window open,
but I know we locked the door.

Come on.

Do you see anything?

There's people in there.

They're real strange-looking.

Could be Baldwins.

No, they look
like foreigners to me.

-Let's go.
-What do you wanna do?

We'd better tell the Sheriff.

-Here you go, Matt.
-Thanks, Ike.

I tell you the truth, if a
fellow's gonna face bad times...

he's better off facing them
here than in a big city.

I tell you, the smartest
move you ever made...

is moving here
and buying the Benson place.

I'll tell you
something else, too.

This is the first time in my
life that I've met real people.

You take John Walton.

He's not only doing
that plumbing job for me...

but he drove all the way
to Drew Narramore's place...

just to pick up them
used U-joints.

You're the one who told about
them just to save me money.

John said if he wasn't
back in an hour...

that he'd meet you
over at your place.

I was kinda depending
on him for a ride.

I don't know how to get
that pipe to my place.

I'll bring it
to your place at lunchtime.

-Can I use your phone?
-What's the matter?

Some Gypsies broke into
the Baldwin place.

We nearly walked in on them.
Lucky we're still alive.

Let's go there
and take a look.

I think I better let
Sheriff Bridges know first.

You've done enough
in telling us.

-Ike, can you round up--
-I think John-Boy is right.

I think the Sheriff should
take care of this.

-Just round up two or three--
-I've heard things about them.

Never thought I'd run
into them.

A band of them came here
a year or so...

and walked out with half my
merchandise in their pockets.

We had a situation up North.
Just last year...

a whole band of them no-goods.

We settled with
them in short order.

I'll tell you, by the time we
were done with them...

we didn't have any more trouble
with Gypsies.

Not as long as I lived there.

Well, you should've let
the law take care of that.

Law's too slow.

We had one thing in mind: Get
those foreigners out of there.

-They're still there?
-Far as we know.

Settled in for the winter,
if I know that breed.

How many are there?
Could you tell?

Four or five.

-We'll come with you, Ep.
-I don't need any help, Matt.

I'm going that way,
I could use a lift.

We're gonna come,
too, Sheriff.

What am I running,
a sightseeing tour?

Come on, climb in. Let's go.

Yes?

-You're the leader of them?
-Alright, I'll handle this.

Jason, go inside and see...

what kind of damage
there is in there.

You folks are trespassing.
Who are you?

And what are you doing here?

My name is Volta. I am seeing
to the needs of my family.

By breaking and entering?

By any means I can.

Your means just landed you
in a peck of trouble, Gypo.

Alright, now hold it, Matt!

You're breaking
the law, mister.

There was a storm coming.

The wagon roof was broken.
The women needed protection.

I brought them here because
there was no other place to go.

So you just bust in
and make yourself at home?

We have harmed nothing!

It so happens that the owners
of this place are our friends.

Matt, I'll thank you
to keep out of it.

Is that baby sick?

Bringing Lord knows
what kind of disease.

They've broken
the law, arrest them.

How am I gonna lock up five
Gypsies and a sick baby?

That baby needs a doctor,
not a jailhouse.

Jason, what kind of damage
was done in there?

There's no harm done, Sheriff.

It's a little messy,
but nothing broken.

What am I gonna do?

I reckon they could camp
out at our place.

Oh, John-Boy. You don't
know what you're saying.

They've got a broken wagon
and a sick child.

What do you expect
them to do?

Can't you just see this passel
of ungodly thieves...

descending on the Walton place?

You're welcome to come
to our home if you like.

Daddy, Gypsies are coming
to live here!

I know. I just saw
Ep Bridges and Matt Beckwith.

Where is John-Boy anyway?

He's off with the Gypsies,
showing them the way here.

It's alright to be curious about
people, I can understand that.

But bringing Gypsies home,
now that's going too far.

Gypsies steal children
and make slaves out of them.

On second thought, it'll be fun
to travel in a Gypsy caravan.

I wouldn't volunteer if I were
you. Let them abduct you.

Livie, what ever possessed
that son of ours?

Maybe some of his father's
generosity, I guess.

Look, they're coming!

Reckless, stop that.
Ben, tie him up behind.

Okay, Mama.

Volta, this is my mama
and daddy...

my grandparents,
and my brothers and sisters.

-Where best we put the wagon?
-It's fine where it is for now.

-John Walton.
-Welcome.

But for the broken roof of
the wagon and the sick baby...

we would not be bothering you.

What's wrong with the baby?

He has a bad humor.

-I'll look at him.
-I do not think so.

This is my family.
That is Zvelei, my brother.

The boy is Craska, my son.

This is Franzia, my woman.

Zena, my mother.

We will repair our wagon,
and we will go.

You're welcome to use
any tools you need.

We ask for nothing.
We take nothing.

That's the croupiest cough
I ever heard.

-Let me take a look at that.
-No!

Good heavens, I was
just trying to help.

Zena will look to him.

We will now look for a place
to make our camp.

They're not exactly friendly.

They're proud, Grandpa.

What have they got
to be proud of?

Grandma, you don't know anything
at all about these people.

And you do?

It'd take a long time to
get acquainted with them.

Alright, you children, get in.
Time to wash up for supper.

Go, get out of there!

Daddy, I'm sorry, but I
couldn't let them sit there...

with that sick child,
and maybe get arrested.

I've been thinking.

Maybe they ought to camp right
here, near the water spout.

Alright, I'll go tell them.

I thought I'd bake
an extra pie for them.

Take care you don't
get your hand bitten.

That's just their way.

Most people have been mean to
them, they don't trust anybody.

Hi.

You wanna swing?

Go on, I'll push you.

We need wood for the fire.

We've got lots.
Take some of ours.

Go to the forest. Cut what
we will need for supper.

How goes it?

It goes alright.

Where do you folks hail
from anyway?

Across the water.

You headed any place special
or you just....

No.

What's it like,
traveling around?

-It's alright.
-It must be wonderful.

Sometimes.

Don't let me interrupt, I was
passing the time with you.

-You want anything else, Mama?
-No, thank you.

Amos 'n' Andy will
be onin 10 minutes.

I'll be right there.

Just listen to
those vagabonds out there.

Takes all kinds
to make a world.

Maybe.

But I'm too old to have to learn
how to cope with the odd ones.

I can't see them traveling on
with a sick baby.

Yeah, that baby needs
better looking after.

What he needs is a poultice
to loosen up that cough.

They're caring for
it in their own way.

They sure are.

That cough's real bad,
and what are they doing?

They're sitting out there,
playing that Bolshevik music.

Mikkla, come on.

Good morning.

Good morning.

You come from very
far from here?

-Very far.
-Where?

A place you have
never heard of.

I know lots of places. I read
about them in my geography book.

Places I'll go someday.

You hear of Bulgaria?

Sure. It's in Europe,
on the Black Sea.

When did you leave there?

We are not long here.

This butter's almost done.
Would you like some?

We ask nothing.
We take nothing.

I made some extra.
I thought you might like some.

It's vegetable stew.

My family likes it
and I thought....

We will take.

I've seen better manners.

Some folks need a good swift
kick in the britches.

-$1.51.
-Thank you, John-Boy.

John Walton's got them
staying at his place

like they are part
of the family.

Matt, John is just trying
to help them on their way.

Now, what's wrong with that?

You just wait until they show
their true colors.

You'll whistle a different tune,
believe me.

What harm can they do?

They're just a bunch of poor
people wandering the world...

without a place
to call their own.

What about them chickens
that got torn

to smithereens out
at your place?

-Fox.
-Dog.

They've got that dog foraging,
same as they do.

They're dirty,
and they carry dirt.

Lord knows what kind of disease
they're spreading...

with that sick baby.

I say we get rid
of the whole pack.

You don't know a darn thing
about those people.

Do you?

Yes, sir. I think I do.

Since they here, that dog
hasn't come near our chickens.

They haven't touched a thing
that belongs to us.

I don't know what's wrong
with that sick baby...

but can you honestly tell me you
can turn it away from your door?

Like that.

Then I feel sorry for you.

See you later, Ike.

Up you go.

There you go.

What are you
so cheerful about, son?

The Depression over?

FDR gonna give us all 40 acres
and a new mule?

Are the banks open?

I cannot abide Matt Beckwith
and his kind.

You have a run-in with Matt?

Tempted to...

but I held my tongue.

He's at the store
telling everybody

to get ready
for the plague!

I don't believe
the Lord would inflict...

us with a plague
on top of the Depression.

He's spreading word
over half the county...

that the Gypsies
brought something with them.

Telling everybody
about that poor sick child.

Where did it come from?

The woman.

She brought.

You took from her?

-Foreign woman, but good.
-You took from her!

-I have family to feed.
-I feed!

Volta, this is all.

We ask for nothing.

We take nothing!

Even if we go hungry.

It's frustrating to have these
people in the front yard...

and not learn
a thing about them.

What I'd like to do is go down
thereand sit with them.

Such sad music.

We are so lucky.

Where is the old woman?

-Zena is in the forest.
-Good.

That cough's getting worse.

You mark me...

that baby needs
right attention...

or there's no telling
what might happen.

We are doing for it.

Let me take a look. Maybe
there's something I can do.

Zena is in the forest
for the roots.

The roots?

The roots, gathered the first
day after the crescent moon.

My baby will be well soon.

It looks for all the world
like influenza to me.

We better keep the children
away from them.

Esther, couldn't you
be mistaken?

Of course I could.

But that tight cough, chills,
fever. All the signs are there.

And that old woman's
treating that baby

with some kind
of hocus-pocus.

Daddy, Sheriff Bridges
is outside.

Why don't you try some
asafetida?

That dog around now?

He's with my boy.
They're hunting game.

I know exactly what kind
of game they're hunting.

What's the trouble, Ep?

Matt here says this fellow's dog
raided his chickens last night.

He killed three
and dragged one off.

-You see the dog?
-Clear as day.

What you gonna
do about it, Sheriff?

That dog could get itself shot
if he keeps this up?

The dog was
with my son all night.

Is that all you're gonna do,
Let him off with a warning?

If you want my job, I suggest
you run for it next election.

I just might do that. We'll have
a little justice around here.

In the meantime, I'm gonna run
this the way I see fit.

Don't touch!

Children, all of you,
get back in the house.

Why, Grandma?

That little baby
might have influenza

and we can't
chance getting it.

What did she say
about influenza?

Grandma thinks
the baby may have it.

Come on, Ep. Let's
get out of here.

-I'm sorry for the bother.
-No bother.

You tie that dog as soon
as he gets back.

If you wish.

Matt Beckwith sure has
it in for those people.

If he weren't them he'd be
picking on somebody else.

My baby! He can't breathe!

-Give him to me.
-Don't touch it!

Come on.

I was afraid something
like this might happen.

His little throat's so swollen
he can't get any air in.

You mumbo-jumbo all you like,
but I'm gonna tend to this baby.

Stop her! She will kill it.

-They kill Gypsy babies.
-Old woman, be quiet!

-Is the flannel hot, Livie?
-Almost.

-Zeb, get the menthol salve?
-Yeah.

John, we'll need
a crib in my room.

This baby will need medication
every couple of hours.

Come on, breathe in.

Okay, breathe in.

He's better already.

Thank you.

I'm just mighty glad
that I knew what to do.

In the winter, we go south
for the warm weather.

It is a hard journey.

Many towns will not
let us stay overnight.

We keep going.

Very hard for me to imagine.

Traveling all the time,
never having a home.

Home to us is not a place.

It is a feeling
of being together.

The family.

Your little boy's resting easy.
Breathing real smooth.

I thank you.

Mikkla, come!

Daddy, he's over here.

-No!
-Craska.

Come here, look at this!

It was a fox.

Good dog, Mikkla. Come.

You have been good to us.

Good luck to you folks.

For your trouble.

We ask nothing.
We take nothing.

They might have come
from some different planet...

but they touched our lives
briefly...

and then, in my mind,
went on into some

gaudy, mysterious
and wonderful world.

Nearly 30 years
have passed...

but still those days
are bright in my memory.

I can still hear
the scratch of my pen

as I recorded all
that wonder.

The cozy patter
of rain on the roof...

and our voices just
before going to sleep...

as we called one
last drowsy message.

Mama, Mary Ellen's sleeping
on the floor.

Mary Ellen, why are you
sleeping on the floor?

I'm pretending I'm
a Gypsy, Mama.

Traveling in a caravan
across Bulgaria.

-Try to be home by morning.
-I will.

-Sweet dreams.
-You, too, Mama.

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