All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S01E22.The.Bicycle.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Times were hard when I was
growing up in the 1930s...

and many people tried
to escape those times

by living in other worlds...

created for them by glossy
magazines and the movies.

My own family was so close...

and we were so involved
with our everyday lives...

that we didn't seem to need
those dream worlds.

So it came as a surprise,
when one day...

we discovered that our mother
had a dream world of her own.

Ike, you reckon anybody's
going to buy that thing?

Well, I doubt it.
But there's no accounting

for some people's taste.

How do you like the color?

It's bright.

That was the only can
of paint I had open.

I like it.
I like it.

Yeah, well.

Ike, that truck took
8 gallons of gas.

My mama needs some sugar,
I almost forgot.

-Five-pounder?
-Yeah.

Okay. Let's see.

-I'll give you a discount on it.
-Oh, yes?

That will be $125.

There you go.
There's $125.

Ike.

-Hello, John-Boy.
-Hi, Curtis.

Bonjour.

That's "howdy" in French.

I got the stuff
over here for you.

-Any letters for me, Ike?
-Yeah, there was.

A letter came in
this morning. Just one.

I think I put it
in with the onions.

Get it.

Here it is.

Never thought
she'd answer so soon.

-Dear Lord.
-Come on, open it up, Curtis.

What does she say?

What?

She accepted.

She accepted my proposal.

Oh, she says:

"I can't wait. And I'm going
to be arriving there...

"on the bus at 1:30 today."

Listen to this, "At first,
as you know, I had my doubts...

"but like Jeanette MacDonald
in Rose-Marie...

"your last beautiful letter
swept aside all my doubts."

She really goes on
about them movies, doesn't she?

Oh, my. This afternoon.

I've got to
get the house ready.

I've gotta shave now. I'm not
going to be ready in time.

Don't worry about it.
Just go home and shave...

get the house ready, get dressed
up. And I'll pick her up.

Can someone tell me
what's happening?

Curtis is getting married!

Getting married?
Congratulations.

-Who's the lucky girl?
-Miss Ann Harris.

She's a secretary
from Buffalo, New York.

She was born
and raised in Richmond.

He went there for
a high school reunion,

and she was there
on her vacation.

I only took her out once.

I didn't think she liked me
too much that time.

Maybe it's all the letters
you've been writing.

I guess it was.

To tell you the truth about
those letters...

I didn't really write them.
John-Boy--

-I just helped you a little.
-More than a little.

Those letters
were real romantic and pretty--

I just wrote down what you
wanted to say. That's all.

Last three months, I haven't
thought about anything...

except wanting to
marry that little girl.

I've never been much
with the ladies.

I bet I won't be able to think
of one thing to say to her.

"Your last beautiful
letter completely...

"swept aside
all of my doubts."

Dear Lord.

Here, Mama.

-Thank you.
-We'll feed the chickens.

Like I said, Jimmy came riding
down the hill on his bicycle.

So long, kids.

Elizabeth, sit down,
finish your pie.

Everett Cooper
stopped by this morning.

-Said how much wood he wanted?
-No, he came to see me.

Ben, Jim-Bob.

How many times have I told you
to put your dishes in the sink?

Could you mend these overalls
I tore up this morning?

I've got a million things to do.
Couldn't Grandma?

She's gone off down the road
to deliver a baby.

Just put them in the sink.

He wanted to ask me if I'd--

John, hadn't we better
be getting back to work?

I'll be right there, Pa.

He wanted to know if I'd come
to the church one afternoon.

Who did?

Everett Cooper.

Something important?

Not really, but I was real
surprised and flattered.

Anybody seen my purse, Livie?

Never find anything
when you're in a hurry.

Mama, I'm sorry,
I forgot the sugar.

I bought it at Ike's, but I left
it there. I'm sorry.

I'm going to need it
before suppertime.

I'll get it if I can, but first
I've to go pick up a saw--

-I'll get it. Now you run along.
-Thank you.

-Grandma, here's your purse.
-I thought I lost it.

-Can you give me a lift?
-Which way?

Thelma Pickett's.
She's expecting.

Sure.

I've got to get myself to work.

Erin, didn't you hear what I
just told Jim-Bob and Ben?

Take your plate
and put it in the sink, please.

Seems like nobody around here
listens to a word I say anymore.

What were you saying?

Everett Cooper wants me
to be the lead singer

in the church choir.

That's real nice, honey.

Mama, I can't eat this pie.
It hasn't got enough sugar.

If you're going to be
lead singer...

I might even be there. Come on,
let me help you with that.

You might be there...

but I'll be here doing dishes
and mending clothes.

-Thank you, Ike.
-Bye, Livie.

Beautiful, isn't it?

I guess so, if you're in the
market for such things.

How much is reasonable?

Well....

Seeing how it's you, Livie,
very reasonable.

Heavens, I wasn't
thinking of buying it.

I was curious how much second
hand bikes cost these days.

-Nice color.
-Thanks a lot.

I haven't ridden
one of these things in....

Oh, it must be about 25 years.

Twenty-five years. Imagine.

Used to love it, though.

Pedaling along,
freewheeling down the hill...

my hair blowing
in the wind behind me.

Go on. Take it for a ride.

-Oh....
-Go on.

I've probably forgotten
how by now.

Go on. Take it.

Well, now,
don't tell anybody.

Will you go on and take her
for a spin? Go on.

"Like to the lark arising
from...."

Something "earth."

"Sullen earth." I will never
remember that word: sullen.

"Sullen earth."

"Like to the lark arising
from...."

Hello.

-The US mail got through again?
-Yeah.

Listen, I want to show you
an order that I got here....

Ma'am, I'm John-Boy Walton.

I'm a close friend
of Curtis Norton.

-Where is Curtis?
-He asked me to meet you.

Why didn't Curtis come?

He's kind of
prettying things up for you.

Congratulations. I don't know if
you can say that to a lady.

You can say it to me.

It's not every day
a girl ends up marrying

a poetic man
like Curtis Norton.

I think we ought to go.
My truck's right over here.

-I'll take that for you.
-Thank you.

Right over here.

It's so beautiful here.

Just look at that.
Look at those mountains.

Did you see the movie
The Farmer Takes a Wife?

I reckon not.

I did.
I saw it three times.

Henry Fonda and Janet Gaynor.

It looked very much like this.

It was such a romantic story.

I think you're gonna find
real life here...

quite a bit different than
the way it is in the movies.

When I met Curtis
it was just like a movie.

We were in the Richmond
High School reunion.

The high school band
was playing.

Curtis asked me to dance.

Yeah, he said you
are a wonderful dancer.

Curtis was the wonderful one.

Just swept me off my feet.

A real Clark Gable type.

Here we are.

Ann.

Curtis.

How have you been?

Fine.

How have you been?

Been busy.

I've got a mare here
about to foal.

I stayed up
all night with her.

Oh, that's fine.

-I reckon I'll be leaving now.
-No.

I mean, why don't you
stay for a while?

Well, sure, Curtis.
Thank you.

I'll show y'all around.

That's alright.

It's called
The Approaching Storm.

-Belonged to my daddy.
-It's beautiful.

-He was real fond of it.
-It's real nice.

I'm sorry.

It's alright.

It's okay. Living alone,
things just don't get fixed.

That needs a coat of paint,
too, you see.

I thought we...

I mean I....

-Well, the both of us could--
-It'll be fun.

And I....

Oh, I could make new slipcovers.

Uh, Curtis, why don't you
show me the upstairs?

This way.

This is the linen closet.

That's the bathroom.

This is the medicine cabinet.

Very cozy.

I need that.
I forgot it.

Uh, until we....

For the time being, I've moved
all my stuff out to the shed.

I'm gonna be sleeping there.

I see.

-I'll show you your room.
-Swell.

-I've got to be going.
-No, stay.

Curtis, you're
going to marry her.

You've to spend
some time alone.

-John Boy--
-Curtis!

Dear Lord.

She's not upstairs.

Boy or girl, Grandma?

-It was a boy.
-Good.

-Have you seen your mama?
-Not since around noon.

Not for the life of me,
I just don't understand it.

-What, understand what?
-Look.

Eighteen years Olivia's
been my daughter-in-law...

and I've never known her to
leave the place in such a state.

-Have you ever seen her do this?
-No.

John-Boy, Grandma!
Come here, quick. Right away.

Alright.

How do you like my new bicycle?

-I like it!
-It's great!

This is from Ike's, isn't it?

You don't know where I've been.

Thirty-three...

by twenty-nine.

I'll do the chairs
in a flowered cretonne.

Miriam Hopkins had a sofa like
it in her last picture.

-Did you see it?
-No.

-I don't see many movies.
-Why not?

The nearest movie house
is in Charlottesville.

That's 28 miles away.

28 miles.

I'm really very happy
with my records...

and Victrola here.
They're right here.

Get off.

Go on there.

Get down.

Curtis, can you help me....

Can you please get him off the
couch? He doesn't smell right.

That's his place.
He sleeps there. He always has.

He's going to have to find a new
place after we've....

After I've made the slipcovers.

I don't think
he'll like it.

Why don't we train him
to sleep in the blacksmith shop?

You know it's hard
to teach an old dog new tricks.

I guess we're
all finding that out.

Mary Ellen,
help Grandma with the cooking...

and you can all pitch
in with the dishes.

-Yes, Mama.
-I'll do it, Livie.

Erin, there's ironing to do.
Get Elizabeth to help you.

-Yes, Mama.
-I'll take care of it, Livie.

I want them to learn how to take
care of a house by themselves.

After all, we don't want
a couple of maids on our hands.

I'm going to be a bachelor girl.

When are you planning
to come home, Mama?

I don't know, John-Boy.

Have a nice day, everybody.
See you later.

Bye, Mama.

Livie.

I talked to the children.
They know what to do.

Just worried about
what people are going to say.

About what?
Me singing in the choir?

No, about you riding around
on this contraption.

I figure they'll probably say,

"There goes Olivia Walton
on a bicycle."

Bye, honey.

Miss Harris, this is my daddy,
John Walton. My grandpa.

How do you do?
Very pleased to meet you.

-Nice to see you.
-Pleased to meet both of you.

What happened?

It's Curtis.

-Something wrong?
-No, he's alright. It's just..

He just doesn't seem
to be the same man

who wrote me those letters.

Miss Harris,
Curtis is a shy man.

But you'd have to go a long way
to find a better one.

Look, it's more than that.
It's just that I....

It just won't work out.

I think I should leave here
right away on the next bus.

If one of you, please, would be
kind enough to drive me.

We surely will.

But the next bus
doesn't go until tomorrow.

Oh, oh....

You're welcome
to stay here.

If you want to wait a while,
my wife will be back

and get you settled.

Sure, you can stay in my room.
I'll sleep in the barn.

Look, I wouldn't want to
inconvenience you.

It's no inconvenience.
It's the least I can do.

Come on.

Come on.

What do you think he meant by,
"That's the least I can do"?

[chorus singing]

* Amazing Grace,
how sweet the sound *

* That saved a wretch like me *

* I once was lost
but now am found *

* Was blind, but now I see *

* T'was Grace that taught
my heart to fear *

* And Grace,
my fears relieved *

* How precious did
that Grace appear *

* The hour I first believed *

Real nice. That one spot
needs just a little work.

[humming music notes]

But it's coming along
real well.

Ladies, thank you.

Miss Tyler, would you be good
enough to gather the hymnals?

Surely, Mr. Cooper.

Do you have time
for a cup of coffee?

No, I'm afraid not.
I have to get to work.

Time and tide wait for no man.

Neither do the
freight trains, I'm afraid.

See you all tomorrow, then?

-Glad you joined us, Olivia.
-My pleasure, Mr. Cooper.

It was just lovely.

I'll fix it.

-Coffee, Olivia?
-Oh, well....

You are staying, aren't you?

-Just for a little while.
-I should hope so.

I always say,
what's choir practice

without a little
socializing afterwards?

Isn't that right, ladies?

Did you all hear
Rudy Vallee last night

on the Royal Gelatin program?

-No, listened to Lanny Ross.
-How about you, Olivia?

Yeah, I like him.

Especially when he sings
The Rose of Tralee.

She's alright, Curtis.

But she says she is going
to leave on the next bus.

What am I gonna do?

Go to the house
and talk to her.

I tried talking to her.
You saw where that got me.

You're not just going to
let her get on a bus

and leave town, are you?

John-Boy...

Do you think
I want her to leave?

You think I want to live here...

in this house, all by myself?

Every word that you wrote
in those letters...

I really meant.

Then there's got to be some way
to keep her here.

I could write her
another letter.

Yes, and ask her to stay
for a few more days.

And then, maybe by that time...

I'd have something
I can say to her.

Curtis, I don't know
if I should have written

those letters
in the first place.

I'll help you all I can,
but I can't write you

any more of those letters.

I can't just let that little
girl get on that bus and leave.

If you want to write her a
letter, then write her a letter.

I can't.

When I write it,
the words don't come out right.

I'm sorry but I can't, Curtis.
I just can't write a letter.

Please.

Shoot. alright, I'll write you
one more letter,

but this is the last one.

-I better wash my hands first.
-Yeah.

I hope you'll be
comfortable here.

I'm sure I shall.

I'll have John-Boy take his
clothes out of the closet.

-Then you can unpack.
-No, please don't bother.

It's only for one night. I don't
see any point in my staying on.

-Miss Harris....
-Please call me Ann.

Ann...

I know this is
none of my business...

but couldn't you stay on
just a little while longer?

I mean, you and Curtis
hardly know one another.

It's not just Curtis.

It's everything.

I mean, it's his house, as well.

Your house is
so nice and pretty.

So is the Norton house.

Yes, but it smells of horse....

Smoke from the smithy fire.

It's just so dark
and pokey all the time.

I reckon maybe that's one of the
reasons Curtis needs a wife.

Besides, he loves you,
doesn't he?

If you need anything,
I'll be downstairs.

"So I beg you, do not leave
Walton's Mountain in such haste.

"First give me another chance...

"to speak my piece."

Okay, now here.

This you can end with.
Here it is.

You can end with this. Listen:

"O! How I faint
when I of you do write

"Knowing a better spirit
doth use your name

"And in the praise thereof
spends all his might

"To make me tongue-tied,
speaking of your fame!"

Tongue-tied?

That's just how I feel.

William Shakespeare sure knew

what he was
writing about, didn't he?

Okay, now, "O! How I faint...."

-Faint?
-F-A-I-N-T.

"O! How I faint when I of you do
write" Comma.

-I'll see it five times more.
-He sure is light on his feet.

Jimmy Fidler's
Hollywood Gossip said...

that they are destined to be
Hollywood's biggest new stars.

Did you see the Bride of
Frankenstein?

That was really good.

This was, too.

-I really enjoyed it.
-Me, too.

There is nothing
like a real romantic talkie...

for chasing those blues away.

I think I'll peroxide
my hair and cut it short

like Ginger Rogers.

I'd like to be there
when Mama sees that.

Here. Curtis gave me
this letter to give to you.

He says for you
to read when alone.

No, he says it's real important.

I like the silent pictures.

Yeah, I just hope
your hero John Gilbert can talk.

Almost done.

Here they are, Fred and Ginger.

You're home early.

Jason didn't want to
stay for March of Time.

-I've got homework to do.
-Me, too.

Math. Yuck.

Goodnight.
Thank you so much.

-Thanks again, Ann.
-Goodnight, everybody.

-I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
-We did.

How was the moving picture?

It was Fred Astaire and
Ginger Rogers. It was swell.

It's their second film. Their
first was Flying Down to Rio.

-They did The Carioca.
-The Carioca?

I heard that one
on the radio.

Old man, now you stop your
foolishness.

You'll fall down
and break one of your bones.

Only thing likely to fall down
around here is your cake.

Did your folks
take you to the movies?

No, they were very strict.
They never let me go.

They live in Buffalo?

No, they died
when I was 14.

I'm sorry.

See, I was sent up north from
Richmond to live with my aunt...

my Aunt Agnes.

That's when I saw
my very first movie.

Everything back
in them days was silent.

Oh, yeah. I remember that
afternoon so clearly.

It was winter,
and it was cold and dark.

I was coming home
from school...

and for some reason,
I just didn't go my usual way.

I turned the corner
and there it was:

The picture palace...

shining at the end
of the street...

with electric light bulbs
all lit up

at the end of the marquee.

I paid my 10 cents
and I went in.

All alone?

I'll never forget it.
The warmth and the darkness.

And, up there, on the screen,
all those wonderful stars.

Garbo, and Barrymore...

and Valentino,
and the Gish sisters...

and Harold Lloyd,
Marion Davies...

and Mary Pickford.

For the very first time
in my life...

I felt a part of
other people's lives.

It's the same thing
every time I see a film.

And then later on,
when I walk home...

that glowing feeling
stays with me.

It keeps me warm.

And when you get home?

It always sort of goes away.

It evaporates.

I think I should be
getting off to bed.

-Ann, won't you have some cake?
-No, thank you.

It's time for me
to go to sleep.

-Ann.
-Mrs. Walton?

You know, sometimes good
feelings don't evaporate.

Sometimes they last a lifetime.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight.

Thanks for the treat.

"O! How I faint
when I of you...."

What?

-Morning.
-Good morning, son.

Morning, John-Boy.

John-Boy.

-Good morning.
-I want to talk to you.

-Is something the matter?
-Yeah.

Hear this.

This is the matter.

Letter to you
from Curtis Norton.

Yeah, it's a letter to me.
But it's not from Curtis.

You wrote this letter,
didn't you, John?

And all the others?

How funny you must
have thought it was.

Sitting there
snickering together

writing every one of these lies.

Dragging me all the way
from Buffalo, New York.

What a good time
you must have had, huh?

Laughing at me.

I just don't understand
why you would do such a thing.

No, wait. We didn't mean
to deceive you or hurt you.

Well, you have.

-Just when I almost decided....
-Decided?

It doesn't matter.

John-Boy, it looks to me you've
got some explaining to do.

and he said to the woman:

"In that case, madam,
perhaps you'd be

better off
with a larger size."

Did you all hear
the Little Audrey joke...

about the man who
jumped off the top

of the Chrysler Building
in New York?

Yes, I heard it three weeks ago.

But I'll bet none of you
have heard this one.

More coffee, Olivia?

No, thank you, Martha.

Livie, where's your mind?

Just trying to think of
something special

for John's supper tonight.

Livie, are you new here.

Little while, we'll have you
just like the rest of us.

The men at home...

taking care of themselves
and fixing their own suppers.

No, I don't think so, Martha.

Livie, did you hear about that?

About Cora Mae Merkel and the
butcher down at Carter's Bridge?

No, I didn't.

I'm afraid I don't have time.

Where are you going?

Home.

-Bye, everybody.
-Bye.

Grandma! Children!

Oh, Erin.

Liv.

Yeah.

-Just looking.
-Just looking?

This place...

our home....

Seems like I never really
saw it before.

Sorry for running off.

Leaving you all to
fend for yourselves.

Dreaming silly
schoolgirl dreams.

Thinking some day
I might be a great singer.

Is that what you was dreaming?

Sometimes.

Especially when I was wheeling
along on that bicycle.

You'll probably laugh at this...

but I even dreamed
that maybe one day...

I'd sing at the Metropolitan
Opera House in New York City.

Dear Liv...

Is that what you want?

Mrs. Walton...

Mrs. Walton, excuse me.

I would like to say goodbye.

I know you're angry with my son.

I wish you weren't leaving.

It just didn't work out.

What are you gonna do
when you get back to Buffalo?

I will get my job back--

And sit in dark theatres
dreaming other people's lives?

There's no harm
in dreaming dreams.

No.

They're part of our lives.

But when they
keep you away from life...

from loving, sharing,
then I think there is harm.

Well, that's all very well
for you to talk.

You have your husband
and your house...

-Children.
-You could have it, too.

With Curtis?

You came all this way
to marry him.

Why not give him another chance?

-I can't.
-Why not?

Because I'm looking for
something else.

Don't wait for it too long, Ann.

Because whatever it is
you think you're looking for...

you may never find it.

-Ann.
-I have nothing to say to you.

I've got something
to say to you.

Curtis, you just
stay away from me.

-Not until I've said my piece.
-I don't want to hear it.

You just think you're so smart,
with all your citified ways.

I'm not listening.

You talking about motion
pictures and the movie stars.

I may not be
no Jimmy Gable or Clark Stewart.

-Clark Gable or Jimmy Stewart.
-What?

I know I don't talk fancy.

There's many things
I don't know...

but there is one thing I do
know, and that is...

I love you.

Looks like he's finally
found his voice.

I can't hear you.

I said I love you!

I have ever since the first time
I laid eyes on you.

Would you please stop that
and come down off that thing?

-No.
-Thought she couldn't hear him.

Alright, now listen to me.

I want you to marry me.

I want you to be my wife!

If you don't come right now...

I'm going to get in that truck
and just drive off.

And I'll never bother you again.

Alright. That's it.

This kid deceived me.
Curtis, you lied to me.

You and John-Boy,
you deceived me.

-How can I trust you after that?
-We did not deceive you.

I wrote what he said,
but couldn't find the words for.

I wrote down
what was in his heart.

-But that is deceitful.
-It is not deceitful.

What about the actors
you always talk about?

You think they write their own
words? They don't.

-What do you mean?
-I read it in a fan magazine.

They hire writers to write down
those lines for them.

John-Boy, get him back here.

-You get him back here.
-Stop the swing.

Mrs. Walton.

Do you think he'll
talk about this?

There's only
one way to find out.

Would you like me
to take you in the truck?

No, thank you. You have
helped me enough already.

Mrs. Walton, may I
borrow your bicycle?

I don't see why not.

Thank you.

After all, I won't be
needing it anymore.

-Do you know how to ride it?
-I don't know.

Just get on, we'll help you.

Put your foot
on this pedal here.

Get her on the other one.

-Go.
-Pedal, that's it.

Go get him.

Thank you!

Curtis, wait!

Wait for me, Curtis!

Please wait.

Curtis, wait.

My mother never sang
in grand opera...

but her voice
never failed to fill

our house with a glad song...

as she went about the job
of caring for us all.

I can still remember
when the hour grew late...

I would be writing
in my room...

and she would be working
at some chore in the kitchen...

and her voice would
drift upward.

-Goodnight, Mama.
-Goodnight, John-Boy.