All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S02E10E11.The.Thanksgiving.Story.Part.1.and.Part.2.WEBRix264-ION10

Next to Christmas,
I suppose you'd have to say

that Thanksgiving was our
favorite time of the year.

We may have been poor
in worldly possessions

but at Thanksgiving,
more than any other time

I think we knew,
we really knew

how great was our abundance.

It wasn't until
the cold November

of my eighteenth year, however

that I fully understood
what abundance meant.

It was a time of terrible
questioning for all of us

and when it was over,

we all knew a bit more
about Thanksgiving.

Grandma!

-Thank you, Grandma.
-She'll be okay.

Jason, Ben,
you want that applesauce cake

you better bring me
in those walnuts.

Got them right here, Grandma.

Got a bumper crop this year.
Maybe we could sell the extras.

Not likely. I can use
every one of those walnuts

including the three
you've got in your pocket.

-How'd she know?
-She always knows.

-Jason, Ben.
-Come on.

That old machine of ours sounds
like it needs a bit of oiling.

It's that belt, Pa,
it's a little loose.

We better take care of it before
we cut the Henderson order.

I'll get to it.

There's something missing
in this relish.

What do you think, Livie?

A little more sugar?

No, a little more salt.

Green tomato relish is good.
Could use more dill weed.

Don't mind her, Grandma,
she's been doing that all day.

She's going to play Pocanus
in the school pageant.

Pocahontas.

She hasn't got the part yet.
She's trying out for it.

It's between me
and Martha Rose Coverdale.

She wasn't interested
until she found out

G.W. was playing
Capt. John Smith.

When are the tryouts?

Monday morning. I'm not
gonna sleep a wink all weekend.

That's not gonna
do you much good.

Try to put it out of your mind
until Sunday night.

Thanks, mama.

Hey!

-You got the mail?
-Yes, sir.

That's what I have right here.
The US mail. Right here.

You hear from the university?

The university is one of those
from whom I have heard.

Well, good.

My application for a scholarship
has been received.

My grades are being transferred.

Monday I'm gonna go down there,
and I'm gonna fill out forms.

-Looks like you got some money.
-No, sir. Better than that.

What could you get in the mail
that's better than money?

Somebody acting like him
could have heard from a girl.

No, sir. Not a girl. The girl.

-You heard from Jenny?
-I sure did.

She's coming home
for Thanksgiving.

They're gonna come back and
open up the old place on Monday.

-That's great, Son.
-Isn't that something?

I'm gonna come out and help you.

First I wanna go inside.
I ought to get a haircut.

-Your hair looks fine.
-Just a little off the sides.

-No, it's alright, Son.
-Makes me feel a little more....

Before that, could you back
the truck so we could load up?

Yes. You understand
why I wanna get it cut.

I just don't want
it to look too fresh....

Yeah, could you move the truck
in so we could load up?

Sure can.

He's walking two feet
off the ground.

There is nothing
better than young love.

Not bad when it gets
older, either, Pa.

-Yeah.
-Come on, turn that on.

Hmm. That's just what it needed.

Mary Ellen, you've got
a good sense of taste.

Someday you're gonna
make a fine cook.

I always said she's gonna make
a great wife one of these days.

I need a haircut, Grandma.

I'll never get married. I'll
pursue a career in the theater.

Theater? Mary Ellen, last week
you wanted to be a horse doctor.

Well, I changed my mind.

I, Pocahontas,
Princess of the Pamunkey Tribe

welcome Capt. Smith.

Hmm. Yeah, you Indians
always make great relish.

-Say, except....
-Except what?

Well, I don't know.

There's too much dill in it.

I knew it. It's just not
gonna be right this time.

I came here to get a haircut.

-Looks alright to me.
-Little off the sides. A trim.

-Now?
-If it's alright with you, sure.

Fine. We have nothing
to do, do we, Livie?

No. Just have three different
kinds of sausage to make today.

A hunk of lard to be rendered.

Some clothes on the line
that need ironing

and in two hours
John and Grandpa...

are gonna come stomping in here
hungry for their dinner.

I guess one haircut
won't make that much difference.

You can do it tomorrow
if you want to, Grandma.

On the Sabbath? You sit down.

You've never been in such
a hurry for a haircut before.

-What's the rush?
-Monday's a big day, Mama.

Jenny's coming home
for Thanksgiving.

-Jenny Pendleton?
-She sure is.

I've got to go to the university
and fill my scholarship forms.

-You got the letter.
-Right here.

Good. I'm glad Jenny's
coming. I like her.

I like her, too,
because she says I'm pretty.

We all like Jenny. I'm glad as I
can be to hear she's coming.

Me, too, Mama.

Not a thing wrong
with this relish.

You're so addled, you don't
know what you're tasting.

I guess that's the way it is
when you're in love, Grandma.

-A trim. Don't take too much.
-You want to do it?

Yeah. Don't want you
to take too much off.

I want it natural,
like I didn't cut it.

In that case,
I don't know why we'd do it.

It needs some
taken off the back.

It does not!

-You want to do it?
-No!

No, it's more fun watching.

It's bad Jenny's coming when you
have to go to the university.

Did you know that she's applied
for the girls' college?

-Across the lake?
-That's right.

-Will you sit still?
-I'm sorry.

Isn't that romantic.

Childhood sweethearts,
going off to college together.

Jenny and I
are not childhood sweethearts.

She's a young woman
and I'm a young man.

How can I cut hair while you're
fighting with her?

I'm not fighting with her.
I'm just trying

to set everybody straight
around here, that's all.

-Well, you about done?
-Yes, I am.

Well, so am I.

I'm gonna go and help grandpa
and daddy out at the sawmills.

-Excuse me.
-Well, la-di-da.

Ever thought you'd see a Walton
going off to college, Grandma?

He hasn't got
that scholarship yet.

He will.

Yeah, well, no need
to get swell-headed.

Going to college isn't going to
make him any finer than he is.

-Get that haircut?
-Yes, sir.

Don't look like
one of your grandma's haircuts.

You know Grandma. She's
got sort of a subtle touch.

So subtle, you hardly
know she cut it.

Here I'm.
What's there to do?.

Henderson's the next order.

One by twelve, one by three,
eight feet long.

-It's all set up.
-Let's get to work, alright?

If we put one plank
on top of the other one

we might do it
in half the time.

These boards are pretty thin.
I think it would work.

-Alright, I'm game. Turn it on.
-Okay.

-Let her go.
-Yeah, watch out!

Good.

It's working fine.
Get some more.

Okay.

Son?

-Oh.
-Oh, good Lord. What happened?

Belt flew off and caught him
in the face.

Come on, you just lie here.
Come on. Lie down.

-Son, you alright?
-I'm alright.

I'm gonna get something
to wash out that wound. Livie!

No, Grandma, don't go
making a fuss.

-I'm fine, really, it's....
-Livie!

John-Boy's hurt.

John-Boy, what happened?

-It's the pulley belt.
-It's alright.

It was worse when I got hit in
the head with a baseball bat.

-I want to change my clothes.
-Come inside and lie down.

Seems to me that my life
was rushing past me

at a furious rate.

Doesn't seem to be any time to
do all the things I wanna do.

There's so many books
I've yet to read.

So many words in me that
I have to get down on paper.

-Morning, Daddy.
-Hi, Son.

-Can I give you a hand?
-No, thanks.

Aren't you supposed to be
getting ready for church?

I figured I wouldn't go today.
I have a little errand to run.

Well.

I thought I'd borrow the mule,
if that's alright.

Where you going?

The Baldwin place.

Paying a little
social visit, are you?

No, sir, not exactly.

The Baldwin ladies need help,
they're paying 50 cents a day.

John-Boy's too busy to do it,
so they hired me.

Have you told your mama about
this plan?

No, not yet. I plan to, though.

When?

Tonight, as soon as I get home.

-Okay, Son.
-Thanks, Daddy.

Didn't you say that you wanted
smoked ham for the holiday?

If I don't start
smoking them today,

they won't be done in time.

-You can do it tomorrow.
-Tomorrow I've to cut lumber.

"On the seventh day, God
finished his work and rested."

And that is what I intend to do
as soon as I smoke the hams.

Grandpa, can I help you
in the smokehouse?

You'd have to ask your mom, but
I could use some help, Livie.

-Go change your clothes.
-Thank you, Mama.

Meet you outside.

Livie, that child
should go to Sunday school.

There's so much to do
and so little time.

Let's move while we still
have one man come with us.

-You are coming, aren't you?
-Yes, ma'am, I am.

Mama, I can't find Jason
anywhere.

Maybe he's playing
his guitar somewhere.

I saw him leave
early this morning.

Now, where could that child be?

Miss Mamie,
what is my job exactly?

Ooh, to assist
with the preparations.

First, all of Papa's jars
will be washed thoroughly

and then they will be placed
where he always kept them.

We'll need a jug of branch water
to mix it with when we test it.

We always sip each batch

so we know we're
maintaining the quality.

And the pump must be oiled.

And lots of corn to be mashed.

Miss Mamie, Miss Emily,
are you making some new Recipe?

-Tell him, Mamie.
-Indeed, yes.

The very best we've ever made.

Well, tell him, Mamie.

Jason, you do know about
the Depression, I judge.

Yes, ma'am.

And you know who's taken on the
burden of leading us out of it.

And is doing a splendid job.

Well, to show our appreciation
for all that he has done for us

we are sending
President and Mrs. Roosevelt

a jar of the Recipe
for Thanksgiving.

You will help us, won't you?

Well, I guess it would be
downright unpatriotic not to.

And this is the last
of our hams.

Poor Petunia.

Grandpa, did you know
Jason got a job?

Oh, he did? Well, now.

He's gonna work
for the Baldwin sisters.

You could hardly
call that work.

I just don't know
what Mama's gonna say.

I don't think your mama would
take too kindly to that idea.

Grandpa, now that John-Boy's
getting ready for college

and Jason's gonna work
for the Baldwins,

I'm the next oldest boy,
you know.

I do believe that you've got
something on your mind, Ben.

Hang them up so they
don't touch one another.

Now, a little hickory smoke.

Now, where's that basket
of hickory chips?

Over by the fire.

Trick is, Ben, to keep
your fire going slow and easy.

How long do you've
to keep the fire going, Grandpa?

Six or seven days at least.

It takes the moisture out.

Hand me some hickory chips.

Now, it's going to be your job

to keep that basket
full of hickory chips.

No poplar and no oak,
understand?

Yes, sir.

Now, what's on your mind?

Thanksgiving turkey.

-You for it or against it?
-Grandpa, it's not funny.

Every single person in this
family's got something to do

except the middle person,
who has nothing to do.

Alright.

You can come up
on Walton's Mountain

and hunt a turkey with me.

-Is that what you're after?
-No, Grandpa, that's not.

I don't want to come with you. I
wanna be the person who gets it.

-All by yourself?
-Yeah.

But you can come along
if you want to.

You sure I won't be
in your way, Ben?

There's not that many turkeys
on the mountain.

I probably won't get
more than one chance.

You've got the picture.

So you tell me what to do,
I'll do it.

Let me be the one that brings
in the turkey this year, please?

Why are you always in such
a hurry to grow up?

Let me tell you,
when you get there

it won't be any different than
what you got right here now.

Alright.

-Where you going?
-Come along.

To make you a turkey yelper.

How else you going
to get a turkey?

Mama, I will be home
in a couple of hours.

I'll go to the Pendleton place
and clean things for them a bit.

-Not in those clothes.
-Nope. How about these?

I'd be glad to go along,
lend you a hand.

That's okay, I'm just
gonna shake the dust covers

and see that the stove works.

He wants to be alone in the
house of the woman he loves.

-Jim-Bob, quit kicking me.
-You quit teasing my brother.

-That's right.
-That's enough of that.

We won't have
any fighting on a Sunday.

You and Grandpa
did this morning.

Oh, Elizabeth! Come on.

Mama, if you have time, could
you iron my blue shirt for me?

-Right now?
-Oh, no. Any time you want to.

Just so long as I can have it
tomorrow morning, okay?

Mama's gonna have your hide,
hunting on Sunday.

Ah-huh.

-Where you headed?
-Jenny's.

Going to clean the place up
some before they come.

You anxious?

Yeah, I sure am.
It's been a whole year.

You know, Son,
a lot can happen in a year.

Yeah, I know.

I'm being called.
I'll see you tonight.

-Sir?
-I'll see you tonight.

John-Boy?

-Sir?
-What's the matter?

Nothing. I'll see you tonight.

I don't see why
you have to stop everything

to iron that boy's shirt.

You cut his hair, almost.

He wants to look his best
when he goes to pick Jenny.

Look his best, smell his best.

You know that bottle of
aftershave lotion that Zeb won

at the church raffle?

-Hmm-mm.
-Well, John-Boy borrowed it.

It's sitting up there
on his dresser right now.

I wouldn't take this thing
so lightly if I were you.

Young people get married and
that's the end of their chances.

Who said anything
about marriage?

Boy like John-Boy
falls in love

and what do you suppose
is going to happen?

How old were you
when you got married?

You know perfectly well.

I got us something special
for tomorrow's breakfast.

John, hunting on Sunday?

Kids get just hungry on Sunday
as they do on Monday, Liv.

Nice and plump. We'll have
him with biscuits and gravy.

Better start cleaning him.

What're you doing?
What're you looking for?

My big wrench.
I've got to fix that belt.

If I'd fixed it yesterday,

John-Boy wouldn't
have had that accident.

You've been going since 6:00.

Sit down, let me
get you some coffee.

That's a good idea, Liv.

If he gets married,
he'll never get to college.

What did you say, Liv?

Nothing.

Oh, no. The flue is blocked.

How do you feel
about being back?

Sad.

But this time,
we'll have happy memories.

Eula, look.

Alright, you, come out of there.

John-Boy?

You weren't supposed
to come here until tomorrow.

We came a day early.

We wanted to surprise you.

Oh, you did.

And then this creature
all covered with black soot

with only
two white eyes showing,

to even let me know
it was somebody human

crawls out of the fireplace
and it looks at me and says:

-"Jenny?"
-I did not.

I bet you did.
All covered in soot.

-Yeah, but I didn't speak first.
-He didn't.

He was just struck dumb
seeing us walk in the door.

I can imagine.

The way he's been getting
ready for the first meeting.

Grandma.

That's alright, John-Boy.
I have, too.

I hardly would have recognized
you, you've changed so much.

Thank you.

-Jenny?
-Yes, Elizabeth?

-Has John-Boy kissed you yet?
-Not yet.

Elizabeth.

Well, you want her to kiss you,
don't you? John-Boy?

I'm gonna go help Mama
with the dishes now.

That's alright, John-Boy.
The girls and I can manage.

You want to go out on the porch?

That's where
he's gonna kiss her.

Hey!

Mama, why don't you talk
to these children, okay?

Jenny, we had a long train ride
and we've unpacking to do.

Yes, you're right, Eula.

John-Boy, would you see us home?

Oh, yeah. Sure.

I'll go get the truck.

Thank you for your hospitality,
all of you.

You and Jenny
come back real soon.

Don't forget you're having
Thanksgiving with us.

-I wouldn't miss that.
-Don't forget you're coming...

-to the Thanksgiving pageant.
-I promise.

-I'll walk you to the door.
-Thank you again.

-Goodnight, Jenny.
-Goodnight. See you tomorrow.

-Bye-bye, Mrs. Pendleton.
-Mrs. Pendleton.

Daddy, can I talk
with you a minute?

Sure, Son.

Can we go outside, see how the
fire in the smokehouse's doing?

I was just out there
looking in on the smokehouse.

It's doing just fine.

Won't do any harm to check
it again. Come on, Son.

What's the problem, Jason?

Daddy, I don't think I better
tell Mama about my job tonight.

Why not?

Because my job is to help
the Baldwin ladies make more

of the Recipe.

-Is that a fact?
-Yes, sir.

They're making up
a special batch

for kind
of a Thanksgiving present.

That sounds like a nice idea.

The only thing is they're making
it for somebody kinda important.

-Who?
-President Roosevelt.

They say they want to make a
contribution to the government.

Now, how do the ladies
expect to get the Recipe

to the President
of United States?

I don't know. They'll probably
take it to him themselves.

I'd like to go with them.
That'd be quite a sight, Son.

Seeing them carry the Recipe
up to the White House.

-Well, how is the fire?
-Looks fine.

-Goodnight, John-Boy.
-Goodnight.

Well, you look like you

but I don't know if it is you.

Do I seem so different?

Something does. I can't
really put my finger on it.

Would you like to go for a walk?

Yeah. Any place in particular?

I'll see if I can
remember the way.

Well, John-boy,
tell me everything.

Well, there's not much to tell.

Just what I wrote to you.

Let me see, I traveled
and went to the ocean.

Thought about you there.

Of course,
I delivered that baby.

I delivered that baby right
up there on the mountain.

Little cabin up there.

That's not exactly what I meant.

-What do you mean?
-Who's Marcia Wollery?

Marcia Wollery?

Marcia Wollery.
I believe that is the name.

Oh, Marcia Wollery.

A girl.

She's a girl
that lives in the area.

Where did you hear
about Marcia Wollery?

You're not the only Walton
I've been getting letters from.

Mary Ellen's written
to me a couple of times.

-What did she say?
-Well, it seems...

that you and Marcia Wollery
had a falling out

because you felt Marcia
was paying too much attention

to somebody named Hobie.

Well, yeah, we did.

She was.

Is this the same Marcia Wollery
you were going to take

to a dance?

Mary Ellen, you are
such a blabbermouth.

What else did she tell you?

Mary Ellen
is a very good reporter.

Mary Ellen
is a very good gossip.

Jenny, you've
been gone for a year.

I know. And Marcia Wollery
was right here.

This is not the way
I had it planned at all.

I know.

I'm not being me,
and you're not being you.

I know.

Listen, let's not talk.

Let's just sit here
for a while

and we'll be quiet.

Alright.

Now am I being me?

I think we're
both getting there.

What's the matter, Liv?

John-Boy's not home yet.

You waiting up for him?

No.

Just wasn't sleepy.

Now, what's wrong?

Nothing. Don't pay any attention
to me. I'm just being silly.

Alright, Liv.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight, honey.

Liv?

Mmm?

Jenny and John-Boy
are sensible young people.

You always know what I'm
thinking, don't you?

Most of the time.

You know, it's not
at all a bad feeling.

-Morning.
-Any sign of life up there?

Mary Ellen's in the bathroom.

And everybody else
is waiting in line.

It'll be a long wait.

The way she primps whenever
she gets in front of a mirror.

Someday, she'll
have a mirror of her own,

a house of her own,
and you'll wish she was here

holding up the line
to the bathroom.

Oh, Lordy. I feel old today.

So do I, Pa.

Just imagine that.

This child here going off
to register for college.

I take it I get
to use the truck?

Sure, Son. I don't think
you can get there on Blue.

Poor old Blue.

-Next.
-Oh yes, ma'am.

-Oh, you're the Walton boy.
-Yes, ma'am.

Monsell.

M-O-N-S-E-L-L.
It'll come in handy.

-Ma'am?
-I'm the registrar.

In case you get in trouble, I've
got some pull with Dean Beck.

-Now, if you'll just sign there.
-Yes, ma'am.

Is it true they're cutting down
on the scholarships this year?

Depression seems
to have hit everywhere.

Including this university.

I'm gonna get a chance
for it, though?

I'm not on the scholarship
committee.

But I have seen
the transcript of your grades

and faculty recommendations,
they are excellent.

I'm afraid it will all depend
on the entrance exams.

You could send in
a couple of personal references.

-It couldn't hurt.
-Okay, I'll do it.

There you are.

There're quite a few scholarship
applicants taking the exam.

You're scheduled this Friday
afternoon, Riordan Hall.

-Be there promptly at 1:00.
-I'll be there.

-Good luck.
-Thank you.

You can hardly wait to start it.

I've been waiting all my life.

Why's college so important?
What are you gonna do?

-Set the world on fire?
-I'm gonna try.

-I appeal to you for mercy.
-What do you want, Capt. Smith?

My people are starving.
We need food.

Kill the white man.

-No, I Pocahontas....
-She's just terrible.

You can't hear a word she says.

Why they don't
just give it to you?

Everyone knows you're the best.

Well, Martha Rose
is pretty good, too.

She's blonde. Whoever
heard of a blonde Indian?

-Mary Ellen, look.
-Well, wish me luck.

Martha Rose,
where did you get that?

My mother had it made
for me in Richmond

so I'd be all ready
for the part.

-Martha Rose Coverdale?
-Right here, Miss Hunter.

Ah! Oh, my...

It's not fair.
She'll get the part

just because
of that costume.

-She outsmarted you this time.
-Well, it's not fair.

Stop that. Just pay attention
to what you're doing

and don't worry about her.

-I appeal to you for mercy.
-What do you want, Capt. Smith?

She stinks.

My people are starving.
We need food.

Kill the white man.

I, Pocahontas, Princess
of the Pamunkey Tribe

say that these men
come in peace.

Find them corn and venison,
we will feed them.

Thank you, Martha Rose,
that was very nice.

-And that's a beautiful costume.
-I know.

Mary Ellen Walton?

-I appeal to you for your mercy.
-What do you want, Capt. Smith?

My people are starving.
We need food.

Kill the white man.

No. I, Pocahontas, Princess
of the Pamunkey Tribe

say that these men
have come in peace.

Find corn, venison,
we will feed them.

Thank you, Mary Ellen.

Would you wait outside
with the other girls, please?

-How'd you do?
-I don't know.

Mary Ellen, could you
come in a moment, please?

I knew it!

How do you know what to study?

Well, I don't exactly.

Miss Hunter gave me
some general categories to study

and what I'm going to do is

I'm gonna skim over
two books a night.

And then by Friday,

I guess I ought to know
a little bit about everything.

How did you feel?

I wish you'd been there with me.

After I handed in that
application, I just walked.

I walked through
the halls and I walked

into those empty classrooms.

And I went through the library.

Do you know
that everything I worked for

and everything I need is right
there, just waiting for me?

But sometimes I stop and I think
about all those other fellows

that want
that scholarship so bad.

And it just kills me
because I've got to have it.

If I wanna be a writer, there's
just so much I got to learn.

John-Boy, you are a writer now.

But, Jenny, see,
what I do is I keep a journal.

I keep a journal of my life.

If I don't get to college,
if I don't get that scholarship

that journal's
gonna be words on paper.

It's never going to be a novel,
or anything like that.

It's like having the makings
of something really special

and really big,
and just needing the skills

to bring it all together.

-You know?
-John-Boy, you know...

if there's ever
anything that I can do,

or any way that I can help you
out, I'd surely like to do that.

I'm so glad you're here.

I can't tell you.

It's so wonderful just
to have someone to talk to

about the things
that really matter to me.

You know, Jenny

there's no one my own age
to talk to about things.

-Who cares about those things.
-I know. I feel the same way.

You see....

You see, basically, I look
at the world as a tragic place.

I mean, if you look at people,
they're pretty sad creatures.

They're weak and lonely
and they're vulnerable.

But every now and then

you realize

that those people can have
a really noble spirit

deep down inside them,
you know what I mean?

And that's what I want
to write about.

That's what's important to me.
That part of them.

And....

I'm sorry, I'm not
letting you talk at all.

John-Boy, we've got
plenty of time for that.

John-Boy, do you know
what I would like to do?

What?

I would really like
to read your journal.

I mean, if you would
like me to do that.

Especially the stuff that you
wrote about us last year.

Jenny

Mrs. Samuel Clemens
used to edit

her husband's work
very severely sometimes.

Because, from time to time

he would write rather
suggestively.

You know, John-Boy

despite your high-toned
philosophical talk

I sometimes get the feeling that
you are a very physical person.

Yeah.

Jenny, are you a Baptist?

Episcopal.

I'm a Baptist.

Sister, just watch the way
that dear boy works.

The dedication
and the care he takes

would be worthy of Papa's
commendation.

In fact

if you watch carefully, it's
almost like watching dear Papa

at work himself.

True, Sister.
I've noticed the resemblance.

It's the eyes.

If he had a mustache,
he could be Papa's double.

It's unfortunate
that Papa never had a male heir

to carry on the traditions
he established for this family.

I know.

I often think Papa erred
in being so harsh

on Ashley Longworth.

-He could have had a namesake.
-Sister.

Perhaps it's not too late.

Why, that's a lovely idea.

There's no time
like the present.

-You're right. Jason?
-Yes, ma'am?

Do you think your mother
and father might be available

for a discussion this evening?

Discussion, ma'am?

Jason Walton-Baldwin.
It has a lovely ring.

Excuse me.

John-Boy, you haven't touched
a thing on your plate.

-Something the matter?
-No. I'm sorry, Mama.

I'm just anxious to get upstairs

and study on those books
I brought home with me.

Would it be alright if I took my
dessert upstairs with me?

-Sure, Son. Go ahead.
-Thank you.

-Jason, you haven't eaten too.
-I'll have his share.

-No, you don't.
-Ben, sit down.

That's better.
I thought the stew was bad.

I'll divvy up John-Boy's plate
with anyone else.

Go ahead, Pop.

Excuse me.

I'll take some.
Pass it on down here.

-John-Boy, are you alright?
-Yeah, Mama. I'm sorry.

I tripped over my feet.
I'll clean this up.

-Go on back downstairs.
-No, you study. I'll clean.

-Now go on.
-Yeah, sorry.

-Are you sure you're alright?
-I'm fine. Sorry.

Your move, Jason.

Be sure you keep the sides
of her nice and thin now.

You sure this is going to sound
like a lady turkey?

Of course, you rub some chalk
on that paddle move it around

slow and easy. There isn't
a turkey hen in the county

who wouldn't turn green with
envy when she heard it.

Jason, it's your move.

Gonna have to jump you, Son.

You're kind of skittish tonight,
aren't you?

I just thought I heard
something outside.

Just the wind in the trees.

Jason, your move.

There's some turkey hunters
used to use the wing off

of one of their turkeys.
Others used a corncob pipe.

Maybe even a blade of grass.

But my grandpappy
used that paddle.

And we never wanted
a turkey on Thanksgiving.

Now there's a car.

Who could be coming here
at this time of night?

The Baldwin sisters.

John, it is the Baldwin sisters.

-Well, goodnight, everybody.
-Stay right there, Jason.

Ladies.

Olivia dear, I do hope
you'll forgive us

for calling at this late hour.

You're welcome any time.
Come in.

-We've had a simply divine idea.
-Emily, Mamie.

-Good evening, all.
-Have a seat.

Thank you.

-Good evening, ladies.
-What can we do for you ladies?

For some time now

my sister and I have been
discussing the future.

Not the past.

Fortunately, Papa provided
for us most bountifully.

Promised he would, and he did.

And while we are
by no means well-to-do

-we are--
-Comfortable.

Thank you, dear.

Therefore, we felt
it not only a duty

but a venture which
would be most rewarding

for all concerned.

Did you tell your parents
about our idea, Jason?

No, ma'am. Not yet. I haven't
had a chance to do that.

What is it?

Now, don't give your reply
immediately.

Think about all the advantages
that we could provide for him.

Why don't you ladies
come to the point?

We would like to adopt Jason.

-Methuselah!
-Good Lord!

Did you say you
want to adopt him?

Yes, dear. Adopt him legally.

And then he would be our
dependent.

We thought we would
give him the blue room

the one Ashley used to stay in
when he came to visit.

That's very nice, ladies.

But we're not giving up
any of our children this year.

But you wouldn't be
giving him up, John.

You'd just be sharing him.

He could be over here
as much as he wanted.

Free to use the car
to come and go as he pleased.

He could drive to Richmond,
or Timbuktu.

As long as we assume

full financial
responsibility for him.

Clothing, college.

We thought VMI might be nice.
Papa went there for a while.

You mean, you're really serious?

Yes, indeed.

I wonder if the ladies
would consider adopting me, too.

We're very fond of Jason.

Since he's been working for us

we've come to realize what a
really fine young man he is.

Jason's been working for you?

Yeah. I gave him permission,
Liv.

Ben, it's past your bedtime.

Cripe, just as it's getting
good.

I'll see that he gets to bed.
You, too, old girl.

-Thank you.
-Goodnight.

I don't understand
how any of this came about.

It's really quite simple,
my dear.

As you know, there aren't many
of the old families left.

One hates to see
the traditions die.

And Papa always
wanted a male heir.

Someone to leave the land to.

-The house, and the furniture.
-And the Recipe.

Am I to understand that

you have been helping
them make the Recipe?

Yes, Mama.

-And you let him?
-Now, Liv, take it easy.

Excuse me.

Daddy, what's she doing?

I think she's trying
to be a Christian, Son.

Miss Mamie, Miss Emily...

I'd like to make it clear

that Jason may not
work for you anymore.

Oh, dear.

I would also like to pretend

that the entire conversation
this evening never happened.

Oh, dear.

And I would also like
to invite you both

to have Thanksgiving
dinner with us.

Why, isn't that kind of you,
Olivia.

An invitation out, Sister.

Of course, we'll have to check
our social calendar.

We accept.

And now, if you'll excuse me

I'll just see Jason up to bed.

Well, ladies.

You don't suppose
she'd reconsider, do you?

No, I don't think so.

Maybe you could talk to her,
John.

I'll talk. It's a sweet idea,
but it's not going to work out.

I'll just walk you
out to the car.

Got to hand it to you, Liv.

I don't know another
woman in that situation

could've handled it
with more dignity

Christian charity than you did.

Don't I even get a thank you,
Liv?

Thank you.

What is it exactly that's
bothering you?

I'd rather not talk about it
anymore tonight.

Lord save me from
a righteous woman.

Righteous?

You allow our 16-year-old child

to become involved
in making bootleg whiskey.

You conspire with
him behind my back.

You set a terrible example
for the other children

and when I object,
you dare to call me righteous?

There's two ways
of looking at this.

Any law that forbids
two old ladies

to ferment juices from their
fruits and vegetables

doesn't make any sense.

Besides, I thought it was sweet,
them wanting to adopt Jason.

It was kind of funny, you know.

Can you see Jason sleeping in
Ashley Longworth's old room?

I do not have to laugh.

Liv, sometimes you can be
as sweet and cool

and welcoming as a brook
in springtime.

But you can, without
decent warning to a man.

change into the most
stiff-necked

hard-edged, prideful woman
I ever saw.

Now, I apologize in this matter
of Jason.

Listen, Livie...

I'm sorry.

I really am sorry that I let
this go that far, Liv.

I really am.

Now, isn't there a way
we can lighten this up

and see the humor in it?

What's so funny?

Well, now, Liv, look at me,
I'm sitting there

I'm trying to figure out
a way to tell you

about Jason getting involved
with those two addle-brains

and in the front door they
walk wanting to adopt him.

Jason Walton-Baldwin.

I mean, if you could have seen
the look on your face.

My face? What about yours?

I haven't seen your eyes
open so wide

since the night Jim-Bob put 120
tadpoles in our wash basin.

Remember?

I love you, Liv.

He's got her laughing.

-Daddy sure has a way about him.
-He sure has.

I sure hope I'm just like him
when I grow up.

-Me, too.
-Me, too.

-Go to sleep, Jim-Bob.
-I am asleep.

Goodnight, Jason.
Goodnight, Ben.

Goodnight, Jim-Bob.
Goodnight, Jason.

Goodnight, Ben.

-Good afternoon, Reverend.
-Hello, John-Boy.

If I'm disturbing you,
I'll come back later.

No. You're just the excuse
I needed.

I knew there was more to being
a preacher than sermons.

But no one ever told me
it included chopping wood.

Where'd you go to school?

Virginia Theological Academy.

I'm applying
to Boatwright University myself.

Good for you.
What do you plan to study?

Journalism.
If I get the scholarship.

That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

I have to send a letter of
recommendation from someone.

I guess they want to know
something about my character.

I suppose I can find a few good
things to say about you.

-Come on in for tea.
-Thanks.

But I better get
the truck back to my daddy.

I'll write it and put it
in the mail tonight.

I'd be much obliged to you.
Thank you.

John-Boy?

What happened to you?

I'm just getting clumsy.
I'm sorry.

-Are you alright?
-I'm fine. Thank you.

-Take care of yourself.
-Yeah, no. I'm just silly.

I'm fine. Thank you, Reverend.

But I'm not fine.

Somebody's going
to catch on soon.

I'll tell them,
but it has to wait.

Because tomorrow's
just too important.

Come in.

-You have company.
-Hi.

I'm going to go downstairs
and chat with Eula.

Fine.

I can't stay for long.

I just came to give you
a good-luck kiss for tomorrow.

Thank you.

-Jenny, could you do me a favor?
-Sure.

Could you read this
section here for me?

This section on
American History.

I know they're going to ask
about that part.

Be glad to.

I was studying and my eyes got
kind of strained.

Then you close them.

Why don't you lie down,
stretch out, and be comfortable?

I'll be your eyes.

alright, thank you.

"The series of events that
brought the American colonies

"to the verge of rebellion,
started in 1773

"with the passage of a new law
called the Tea Act."

What was that again, the date?

1773, the Tea Act.

Okay. Got it.

"Parliament passed
this measure in an effort

"to help the British East India
Company."

British East India Company?

British East India Company,
1773.

Time.

You may open your test
and begin, please.

I can't read this.

I can't read it.

I can't read this.

Is something wrong?

Yeah, there is.
I can't read this.

You can't read--

I just can't read it! I'm sorry.

Walton, you finished so soon?

Ma'am, could you send somebody
down to my house?

I got the truck, and I don't
want to drive.

I don't see very well right now.

I don't think
I can drive myself.

I think you better
come to the office.

I don't understand
why you waited so long

to tell us about these symptoms.

John. Do you want to rest your
head on my shoulder?

I told John-Boy
to lie still for a while.

I don't want him
moving around much.

What happened to him?

I think what happened
to him is that accident

he had a few days ago.

When that pulley belt hit him,
was he thrown against anything?

Yeah, he hit a pile of lumber

went out for a couple
of seconds.

alright, that's
what did the damage.

Now, mind, I've only done
a preliminary examination.

I can only tell
you what I suspect.

But it looks like
he might have a blood clot

pressing against
the visual center of the brain.

And there's a possibility
of impaired vision, paralysis.

But there is an operation.

If the tests check out,
we'll do it immediately.

Is this operation dangerous,
Doctor?

Let's just take one thing
at a time, shall we?

Let's get him into the hospital,
John.

alright.

John, Olivia, this is Nurse
Stewart and Dr. McIvers.

Mr. and Mrs. Walton.

Dr. McIvers is chief
of staff here.

Well?

We'll want to do more testing.

But I must tell you,
I fully concur

with Dr. Vance's diagnosis.

That doesn't tell me anything.

Won't you sit down?

Under normal circumstances

I would alert our staff
neurosurgeon.

But unfortunately,
he's in Europe.

I think we better put a call in
to Dr. Haley in Atlanta.

You gonna operate?

Mrs. Walton, if we are right
there's really no time to waste.

Mr. Walton, if you'll go
with Nurse Stewart to her office

we'll need your signature
on some release forms

giving us permission to operate

and releasing us from
responsibility in case of...

-In case of what?
-Blindness or death.

It's a possibility
in any major surgery.

But John-Boy
is young and strong.

I don't want to pussyfoot
around either of you.

The procedure is dangerous.

We burr holes in the skull
to relieve the pressure.

We've had good results.
Excellent.

But there is always risk.

Would you come with me,
Mr. Walton?

I'd like to see him.

Of course, Olivia.

They may have to operate
on Monday.

-Is it a bad operation?
-It's real serious.

You just left him over
there all by himself?

Couldn't you have
left somebody with him?

I wish I could tell you all
there's nothing to worry about.

But there is.

We're just gonna have
to hope for the best.

Livie, you and John haven't had
supper. I'll fix some for you.

-I'll help you, Grandma.
-Me, too.

We best all get about
our business.

There's nothing more
we can do tonight.

Come on, everybody. Let's go.

You'd feel better
if you'd come to church.

No, thank you, Liv.

-Everybody ready?
-Yeah.

Now, please try to rest.

If you need anything,
just ring the bell.

John Walton.

-Are you family?
-Yes.

Make your visit short.

He's scheduled for surgery
first thing in the morning.

Look at that old lazybones
lying there in bed.

Yeah.

You know, you look kind of silly
in that hospital gown.

I'm sorry about that,
but they took my knickers.

I know how you're thinking.

Yeah.

Right gloomy thoughts,
aren't they?

What is needed around here

is a little of that
old pioneer spirit.

I don't seem to have
too much of that left.

John-Boy

you're gonna have another
chance for the exam.

I just know that you will.

Why should I have another
chance to take the exam?

Stop that.

I'm just being realistic.
I missed the boat.

I want you to stop
talking like that, right now.

The most important thing
is to do what they tell you.

So that you can get out, take
the exam, pass it, and win.

The whole world is not
sitting around waiting

for John-Boy Walton
to get well enough

to take the scholarship test.

John-Boy, I just don't
understand you!

All you keep talking about
is the scholarship test.

Well, let me tell you something.

I'm not worried
about that scholarship test.

It's whether or not you're going
to come through the....

Darling.

It's going to be alright.

Believe me.

I'm so scared.

Nothing is going to happen
to you, John-Boy.

I won't let it.

He came through the operation
with flying colors.

However, we're not completely
out of the woods yet.

He's taking longer to wake up
than we would like.

-I'll wake him up.
-That's not a bad idea.

Go ahead, Mrs. Walton.

John-Boy, it's Mama.

I want you to wake up now.

Come on, it's almost
Thanksgiving.

There's a lot of work
to be done.

It's Mama, John-Boy.
I want you to wake up.

Mama?

Now, you look at me
when I talk to you, young man.

Mama.

-That's better.
-Mama.

-Do I look funny?
-You sure do.

You look just like
something from Halloween.

I didn't finish my exam.

-You haven't even taken it yet.
-No, I didn't finish it.

John-Boy, now you lie down
and don't you worry.

-I've got--
-John-Boy, you must rest.

Don't you worry. Everything is
going to be just fine.

-I feel bad.
-I know.

You're going to be alright.

-He's awake.
-Is he talking?

He's talking.

I think your boy's going to be
just fine, Mrs. Walton.

Excuse me.

-The worst part is over.
-I know.

He's already talking about
taking that scholarship exam.

Now, that's not possible,
is it, Doc?

It's possible, sometime.

When he's fully recovered.

But the immediate future, no.
It's out of the question.

Grandpa.

-We want to ask you something.
-Fire away.

Are we going to still
have Thanksgiving?

We most certainly are.

We wouldn't mind going without
because of John-Boy.

It won't be the same
without him.

That's real sweet of you, honey.

But I don't believe John-Boy

would want us to give up
our Thanksgiving, now, would he?

Guess not.

Come, Elizabeth.

I'm still going out
to shoot the turkey, right?

Well, we most certainly are.

You've hardly eaten a thing.

I'm not very hungry.

It's good. I'm just
not very hungry.

-Can we see our son?
-You can stay 15 minutes.

But try not to let him
get too excited.

-Thank you.
-I'll be just down the hall.

You're looking much better.

I've been waiting
to talk to you. I've got--

Why haven't you eaten?

I'm not very hungry.
Listen, I'm--

You look a little scrawny.
Eat up.

-I've been waiting to talk to--
-Maybe these will help.

The girls made them for you.
Aren't they beautiful?

Yeah, that's nice.

I've been sitting here.
It's about the exam.

I've been sitting here
going crazy thinking about it.

Now, I've got an idea.

I remembered there was a lady

at the university
named Miss Monsell.

She seemed real nice
and real interested.

Maybe she could get me
an extension on this exam.

I could take it in a month,
or a few weeks.

It's a possibility.

Maybe you could ask Miss Hunter
and she could go down

and make some kind
of arrangements with them.

You've got to calm down.

Okay. Look, maybe you could
ask her today.

She would know how
to take care of that.

Are you trying to get rid of us?

The sooner she gets started,
we could get the ball rolling.

alright, we can take a hint.

-Okay?
-Just take it easy now.

-Get some rest.
-Thank you.

Let me know what she says,
okay? Daddy.

This is terrible.
Could you take this away?

-It doesn't look too good.
-No, it's terrible.

-alright.
-Thank you.

I feel like a cannibal.

I can tell you that now.
That really is impossible.

Why?

The awards are scheduled to be
given at a special ceremony

that coincides with the
anniversary of this university.

-And that cannot be changed.
-Then there's no hope.

Let him take the test this week.

He's still ill.

From what you tell me,
he'll be in hospital

for another week, at least.

Give it to him in the hospital.

That's a bit unorthodox,
Rosemary.

No, it isn't.
It's our only chance.

I'm a licensed teacher.
I can act as a proctor.

And all we'll need for him
is a table and a chair.

And permission
from the committee.

Please try.

He's a lucky boy to have you
on his side, Miss Hunter.

Miss Hunter.

They told me I could
have a few minutes.

That's not very long.

I've brought you some good news.

I've been up
to see Miss Monsell.

They've decided to give you
another crack at that exam.

Hope I haven't forgotten
everything.

-Of course you haven't.
-When is it gonna be?

In two days.

There's no other way, John-Boy.

Two. I won't even be
out of here in two days.

No, they've made arrangements

so that you can
take it right here.

I'm not in condition for that.

I'm weak, and my mind
isn't clear.

It'd be a miracle if
I can sit up for that long

much less take an exam.
Two days.

Why don't you rest now
and think about it?

I brought your books.

Think about it.

Thank you.

Please do not shrink from me,
fair maiden.

But your skin is so fair.

And you have brought strangers
to our sweet wilderness.

Sweet wilderness is no longer.

For now, we call
this land Virginia.

In honor of our virgin Queen,
Elizabeth.

Often, I have sat
at the edge of the sea

and dreamed of a handsome God
arriving in a great boat.

We are honorable Englishmen
in the service of King James.

We have come here
to establish colonies.

We are men, like other men.
Not Gods.

Capt. Smith, one of the warriors
has been shot.

Even now we're being pursued.

Father, they do not mean us
harm. Please do not harm them.

Kill the white man.

She stinks.

Father, let them live.

More reason to demand
that he shall die.

Except for one, Father.
I love him.

Thank you.

I, Pocahontas, Princess
of the Pamunkey Tribe

say these men
have come in peace.

Find corn, venison,
we shall feed them.

How you feeling?

Under the circumstances, I guess
I have to feel alright.

What's all this?

Getting ready for
the second chance.

John-Boy, I had a talk
with Dr. Vance.

He's very much against this.
He thinks it's quite dangerous.

I know that.

I don't want
to think about that.

I've been dreaming about
you going to college

longer than you have.

Son, it can wait another year.

Daddy, I can't
wait another year.

I can't allow you to do this,
Son.

Please don't say that.

Daddy, if you were me, and you
were sitting here right now

what would you do?

I'd take the exam, Son.

I'll let you get
to your studying.

I wish you'd stay.

There's some questions I know
they're going to ask me.

If it's alright with you,
I'd like you to quiz me on them.

I don't know if I understand
this language too well

but let's see.

There's a qusetion
section back here.

Hold your gun down low now.

Quiet.

I think.... Yes,
this is the spot.

How do you know?

You see all those hen
scratchings around here?

Turkey droppings.

They've got all the nuts
and berries from around here.

This here is a turkey roost.

And he'll be coming right down
there from out of the woods.

Now load your gun.
That's my prize gun.

Careful now.

Do we get behind the tree,
Grandpa?

No. You stand real still
right here in front of the tree.

The tom turkey will think
you're part of the tree

and look right on past you.

Keep real quiet.

Hold your gun steady,
when you do.

Daddy is sure gonna
be proud of me

when I bring home
my first turkey.

Now, for our turkey yelper.

An old hen turkey.

Sounds just like your grandma.

I do believe there's an old tom
turkey coming a-courting.

Do you really see him?

Yes, he's coming this way.
Quiet. Don't move.

Wait till he gets closer.

I see him!

-I missed him.
-Damn!

Ben, whenever you're
out hunting game

you've got to learn
to stand still

and not move until you take aim.

-Can't we find another place?
-No.

I scouted around here all
yesterday afternoon

for a turkey roost for you.

He won't be coming back. And
this is the only turkey roost

I know around here.

I missed the turkey. Now
everyone's going to laugh at me.

I let everyone down, Grandpa.

Ben, when you take
on a man's challenges

before you're ready to handle it
you got to learn to take risks.

Why did you let me do it?

How are you ever going to learn
if I don't let you try?

But next year, Ben, you won't
move, you'll stand still

-and you'll get your turkey.
-Yeah, but what about this year?

-Let's go.
-Where are we going?

To get the turkey you got.

Four cords of firewood,
half a bushel of black walnuts

and a week's worth of chores.

Two cords of firewood,
half a bushel of black walnuts

and a weekend's worth of chores.

Three cords of firewood,
half bushel of walnuts

and forget the chores.

Done.

-Boy drives a mean bargain.
-He has been trained right.

-Have a nice Thanksgiving.
-You, too.

-Thanks a lot.
-Thank you, Mr. Higgins.

-Here we are.
-What do we tell them, Grandpa?

The truth. It won't even be a
white lie. You got the turkey.

You know what, Grandpa?

You're the best grandpa
in the whole entire country.

I expect maybe I am.

-You're taking the exam.
-I couldn't pass it up.

-How do you feel about it?
-Scared to death.

I would be, too.

Dr. Vance doesn't want me to do
this. It's my last chance.

If I win this, I win everything.

If I lose. What do you think?

-Go for broke.
-I love you.

I love you, too.

-Good luck.
-Thank you.

British East India Company,
the Tea Act.

-1773?
-Right.

You may begin.

Lord, he's worked so hard.

Be with him, and give
him strength. Amen.

Amen.

Time.

Thank you.

-Well?
-Rest.

That's just what I'm gonna do.

-How did he do?
-He finished.

He's a fine bird, alright.

I just hope I put enough
chestnuts in the stuffing.

I wish we had some flowers
for a centerpiece.

I should have thought of that.

I could have brought some over
from Charlottesville.

I've got an idea. Elizabeth!

And, believe me,
that dog went out there

and flagged down the train.

He did, for a fact.

-Elizabeth!
-What?

Run upstairs and get that vase
of fall flowers off my dresser.

-I'm busy.
-Doing what?

Sitting on Daddy's lap.

Come on, you,
go help your sister.

Tell those boys
to get themselves on down here.

Dinner's almost ready.

What are you doing?

-Writing John-Boy a letter.
-What does it say?

So far all I've got
is "Dear John-Boy."

-What else should I write?
-You can put, "We miss you."

Still kind of short.

Why don't you fill
the rest of the page with "X's"?

That's a good idea. You're
smart.

-Yeah, I know.
-Elizabeth.

Coming.

Grandma, how's that cranberry
sauce coming?

It should be jellied by now.
Look in the icebox.

Lord, where did I put
that watermelon rind?

It's on the counter,
ready to be served.

Thank you.

Here.

Well, I guess we're
just about ready.

Here, Elizabeth,
give them to me.

Jenny.

Boys, dinner.

Everybody, I think we're
about ready to eat.

And we're ready for you, Livie.

I can smell it from here.
Here we go. Who's hungry?

Emily.

Attaboy, Ben, grab that.

Look at this bird.

Isn't it a beauty?

alright, Pa.

Please.

We thank thee for the bounty

that is about to be
bestowed upon us.

-Amen.
-Amen.

There now, let's see
what this bird does.

-I'm not hungry.
-Me, either.

Now, you two.
I know what you're thinking.

John-Boy's having turkey,
stuffing, and all the fixings

just like all the rest of us.

But not here, Mama.

I hear you shot
the turkey this year, Ben.

There wasn't any buckshot in it,
was there, Grandma?

That must be Yancy. He said he'd
be a minute or two late.

Just start that off, then.

When will John-Boy
be coming home, Olivia?

In a few days, we hope.

Is he allowed visitors? We're so
anxious to pay him a visit.

Well, just the family
at present.

-John-Boy!
-Hallelujah!

He's not ready for
this roughhousing.

Careful, careful.

Hello, Mama.

What happened to you?
You lost a tooth?

-Two of them.
-Two of them!

How you doing? Good to see you.

How about that, Ben?

Happy Thanksgiving.

Let's have some turkey.

John-Boy, why are you wearing
that funny hat?

Why are you wearing
that funny face?

alright.

-Grandpa's going to say grace.
-He already did, Grandma.

Grandpa.

My dear Lord

look down upon this family
on Thanksgiving Day.

And we ask you to bless
all of our dear friends

assembled under this roof

for the abundance that you have
showered upon this family.

For the joy, the love,
and the caring

for one another
that all of us feel.

And most especially
this day of thanks, dear Lord

that you have brought home to us
our oldest boy, safe and sound.

Amen.

I've been waiting to try this
relish for a while.

Several weeks were to pass
before we were to know

the decision of the
scholarship committee.

The announcement
came by telegram.

My name was on the list.
My journey was about to begin.

I had won the scholarship.

I got in!

That's great! You're wonderful!

I never kissed
a college man before.

-Can I go with you?
-I'm proud of you, Son.

-Next time, it'll be me.
-I'm going to college, too.

If you go, then I'm going.

I can't get over
the passing of time.

Just yesterday he was a baby.

Next thing you know,
he's getting married.

-Who's gonna help with homework?
-I will, Ben.

You don't even know
how to multiply.

John-Boy, when you go to
college, can I have your room?