All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S02E19.The.Gift.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Living on Walton's Mountain

we were always in touch with
the motion of life.

Growth and change, loss and
gain were natural and expected.

We saw the green leaves
turn to gold

and then fall to the ground,
crumpled and gray.

But all of us knew
that when spring came again

life would renew itself.

But one summer, we were faced
with an unexpected kind

of change that made us all
wonder if the future

was really a thing
to look forward to.

You imitating me,
sitting there reading that book?

We promised we'd bring back
enough fish for dinner

and you haven't been much help.

Alright, but take a look
at that. Isn't that some?

-Sure is. What is it?
-It's a recorder.

I'm gonna make one.

-Let me see.
-See there?

-You know how to play it?
-Pa taught me when I was a kid.

You already play guitar.
If you wanna a singer,

what do you have
to play another instrument for?

Because it sounds so beautiful.

I'd like to learn
how to play every instrument.

You just gonna end up playing
for your daddy's band?

That's what I'm planning.

-Is it hard to learn to play?
-No, you want to learn?

-Sure.
-I'll teach you. You'll love it.

Okay. But first we gotta
try to catch some fish here.

I got two down here.
Yeah, they're still there.

With you and your mama, there's
gonna be 13 of us at dinnertime

so we've got work cut out
for us before we go home.

Alright.

Get her out there.

I declare.

See there? All you had
to do is ask.

Come on, bite.

-That was good fish, Jason.
-Grandpa, is it time yet?

I was appointed timekeeper, and
I'll tell you when it's time.

Eat your dessert.

-We should turn the radio on.
-Don't fret. We've got time.

The radio's gotta warm up.
I'll tune the station in.

That's a good idea.

Is everybody in the whole world
gonna hear Seth's papa sing?

Everybody that listens
to Grand Ole Opry,

and that's a fair amount.

Come on, everybody.
The program is starting.

I was just about to make
that announcement.

You go along with them,
or you'll miss it.

There's no hurry, Mrs. Walton.
Red won't be the first one.

Let me give you a hand.

Can't thank you enough
for inviting us to dinner.

Makes for more of
a celebration.

It's fun for us, too.

They aren't as good
as my pa and his boys.

Nobody is.

Thank you, Willie Small,
for that fine rendition.

And now, ladies and gentlemen

on their first appearance
on the Grand Ole Opry

Red Turner and his Country Boys.

Mama, come on. Hurry up!
Papa's gonna be next!

Go ahead, Wilma.
We can finish up.

Might've been a lot better if
Red hadn't worked away from home

and seen more of
his wife and that boy.

I'm sure Red feels the same.
He's a good man.

Let's go.
We can do this later.

* I like my mountain music,
good old mountain music *

* Played by a real
hillbilly band *

* Give me rural rhythm,
let me sway right with 'em *

* I think the melodies
are grand *

Is his papa inside the radio?

No, honey. He's in Nashville,
singing into a microphone.

-Like Bing Crosby?
-Yeah, like Bing Crosby.

* Give me rural rhythm,
let me sway right with 'em *

* I think the melodies
are grand *

* I like mountain music,
good old mountain music *

* Played by a real
hillbilly band **

-Isn't my pa just plain great?
-He does sound wonderful.

Mighty good picking
and singing there, Red.

Nice to have you with us.

Where are you boys headed for
when you leave Nashville?

We got two weeks of state fairs,
and then I got a big surprise.

Out there, Wilma, and you, Seth.
That's my wife and son.

Hey to you both, and
I'll be seeing you real soon.

You look for me to be back home
just two short weeks from today.

Great!

Hot diggety!
My pa's coming home!

Jason, get your
fingers limbered up.

You're gonna be my assistant
when I audition for my pa.

You're auditioning for your pa?

Sure. He said I could try out
when I was grown some.

Seth! You're getting overheated.

I'm fine. I might finally
get a chance to join up

and be a regular
member of Pa's band.

You still got a touch of that
chill you had. Sit down, relax.

You wanna all better
when your pa gets here.

Alright, Ma.

Papa's coming home.

Still gonna make that recorder
we were talking about?

What do you think you're gonna
be playing while I'm singing?

-We have to get us some wood.
-Do we need a special kind?

To make a recorder, you need
apple, good seasoned apple wood.

That's right.
How'd you know that?

My own granddaddy,
he played a recorder.

Sounded real pretty.

Only, in those days,
we called it a fipple flute.

Sipple flute?
Flipple? Flopple?

-Fopple flute.
-Flipple flute.

-Flopple flute.
-Flapple, flipple flute.

Fipple flute. I know
a tree to suit your purpose.

It's an old Macintosh apple
way up in the high meadow

and its old limbs are already
soaked through with music

driven in through
the winter snows and rains

and the song of the birds.

-Can we go tomorrow?
-I can.

-Can you, John-Boy?
-If it's early enough, yeah.

Let's meet at Ike's store
at 5:00.

In the morning?

Yeah, lazybones. It's an hour
you do your best never to see.

-5:00's okay with me.
-Don't think that's a good idea.

It's a long climb up
to that meadow,

and you've been
awfully tired lately.

-Mama, please?
-Alright.

If you're all going out
early we'd better get home

so everyone can
get some rest.

Alright. Sounds like
a good idea.

Thank you so much
for supper, Mrs. Walton.

So nice seeing you again.

-Thank you, Olivia.
-You come again real soon.

-I'll run you home.
-Thank you, John.

-See you in the morning.
-See you in the morning.

-Goodnight. So long.
-See you later.

How long will it take
to make this recorder?

About 10 days if
I work on it real hard.

When can I start
learning to play?

-As soon as you want.
-Really?

-Sure.
-Good.

-C'mon. We haven't got all day.
-I'm coming.

Seth, I'll race you
to the tree. Come on.

Son, you're too
short of breath.

You've been smoking
behind the barn.

No, it's nothing. It's just
that cold I had last week.

-There she is.
-Yeah.

And like your grandpa said,
it even smells like it can sing.

There's a lot of branches.
Any one you favor in particular?

-This one looks just perfect.
-Here we go.

Seth?

Seth, are you alright?

-What's the matter?
-I don't know.

I think he's fainted.
Go get Daddy.

-Will he be alright?
-I don't know. Go get Daddy.

Seth?

Seth?

Seth?

-Seth?
-John-Boy.

Gonna be alright. You just
fainted. Just take it easy.

I don't understand it, Olivia.

Dr. Vance never insisted
on seeing a specialist

any of the other times
that Seth was feeling poorly.

He's a very cautious man. That
should be some comfort to you.

Mrs. Turner?
Would you come in, please?

What time you reckon
it's getting to be?

Always seems longer
when you're just waiting.

Mrs. Walton,
would you come in, please?

Mrs. Turner needs you.

Wilma?

Is he really sick?

Do you know what
leukemia is?

No.

It's a disease
of the blood.

-What can you do about it?
-Nothing.

-Nothing?
-Not today.

One day, maybe research
will come up with an answer

-but we have to wait.
-But, I mean....

Seth doesn't
have much time left.

He'll live
another year more.

There's not a blessed thing
any of us can do for him.

Let me come in
and help you fix some supper.

No, thank you, Olivia. I'd just
like to get Seth settled down.

You sure?

Come on.

Go in the house, Mama.

Seth?

John-Boy, stop him!

Don't worry, he'll be back.

It's so dark now and cold.
He doesn't even have a jacket.

Go after him, please?
See if you can find him.

I don't want
to do that, ma'am.

Wilma?

Seth?

-I'm sorry I worried you, Mama.
-Come inside.

You go on in. I'll be in there
in just a minute.

But it's cold.

In a minute, Mama.
I gotta talk to John-Boy.

I need you to do
me a favor.

Sure.

In all the excitement
the other day,

we never did get
that apple wood.

Would you get it for me?
I need it now.

Yeah. I'll get it first thing
in the morning.

Tell Jason I want to start him
on those lessons right away?

Okay.

Seth? Your mama's
worried about you.

I'm coming in now.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight.

"And then Grandma said..."

Jim-Bob, what's this word?

"Rebecca," and it's a name,
not a word, stupid.

Don't you talk
to your sister like that.

She's just trying to learn.

It's about time.

You've been gone for hours.

He must've given that child
every test under the sun.

-I was beginning to worry.
-They must be starving.

Why don't you stop
your muttering and feed them?

I kept your
supper warm for you.

No, thank you, Grandma.
Nothing for me.

Me, either, Grandma.
Thank you.

If you've lost your appetite,
something really must be wrong.

-What is it? You're shaking.
-What does the doctor say?

-He said that--
-Would you go to bed, please?

-Mama.
-Please?

-What's wrong?
-Seth's....

He's what?

He's gonna die.

Lord.

-Why, he's just a youngster.
-He's the same age as me.

Seth's not sick.

He's just tired out.
He had that cold.

You remember what his mama said.
He's just got a chill.

Doctor says he has leukemia.

The doctor's wrong.
He's just got a chill.

Jason, it's a blood disease.
They can't cure it.

Get out of here.

-Go on, get out.
-What's the matter with you?

Come on, all of you,
out of here. Go on.

-What's wrong with Jason?
-Seems like he's in a bad mood.

He just kicked us
out of his room.

Don't worry about
Jason right now.

-Noise.
-I'll go talk to him.

Sit down, children.
I want to tell you something.

Jason?

Jason?

What's he doing,
making the scarf?

I don't know.
Here he comes.

-Alright, who's gonna be it?
-Elizabeth's gonna be it.

-Why me all the time?
-Because you're the youngest.

-I bet you can see.
-I cannot.

-You can't see, can you?
-Okay, turn her around.

One, two, three.

-Alright, Erin's it.
-I'm it.

Erin.

It's really beautiful.

That wood feels like silk.

That's some.

My pa's gonna be getting home
any day now.

Jason and me are gonna have
to get started on those lessons.

-Did he know I was coming over?
-Yeah, I told him.

-You're really close to your pa?
-Yeah.

You know, sometimes I don't see
him for months at a time, but

I can always sort of picture
where he is, what he's doing.

Mama needs him now real bad.

It's gonna be hard for her,
with Pa working away so much.

I don't see how you
can be so calm.

I'm not calm.

If it was me, I'd be wanting
to yell and scream and carry on.

I did. Remember when
I ran off alone?

But when I was all yelled out
in the quiet there

I started to hear things.

Like the whip-poor-wills
calling

leaves rustling in the wind

berries dropping off the trees

train crossing
the trestle up at Rockfish

You know what I hate
to give up most?

Those sounds.

What would you miss
most if it was you?

With me, it's hearing things.

I just can't imagine
not hearing.

That's why I want
to finish this.

I wanna fill it with all
the sounds I won't be hearing.

And then somebody will be able
to take it and play it

and put those sounds
into the air.

And they won't ever die.

Jason, come here. Take a look
at this. It's almost done.

I can't. I got to get in
the house. I got work to do.

Jason.

Why won't he talk to me?

Because he's scared.

-Because he feels guilty.
-About what?

Because it's you
instead of him.

Why should he? He doesn't want
to die any more than I do.

Don't you think there
are times when I wish

it could be anybody
else but me?

And I feel guilty
about that.

I wish he could
understand that.

I'd like to teach him
how to play the recorder.

Come on! Play blind man's buff!
You, too, John-Boy!

Okay, I'm coming. Come on.

John-Boy's it.

-Come on, now, don't peek.
-I'm not gonna peek.

Wait a minute.

Okay, here we go. One

two, three!

-The children sound so happy.
-Don't they?

I wish Seth had
had brothers and sisters.

It's been hard for him, being an
only child with his pa away.

Livie.

How do you give up a child?

How do you let go of the life
that came from your life?

I don't know, Wilma.

I pray.

And I've talked with
Rev. Fordwick.

And I'm afraid. Afraid
I won't be able to hang on.

-When does Red get back?
-Tomorrow.

Or the next day.

Olivia, he doesn't know
anything about this.

I don't know how
I'm going to tell him.

-What are they doing?
-Turn him around!

They got Seth
playing with them.

Stop it!

Wait.

I should never have
let you come here.

-Mama, please.
-Asked you to save your energy.

-Mama, stop it.
-Seth, please.

John-Boy, you must be crazy
to let this happen.

-Sorry, ma'am. I forgot myself.
-It was all my idea.

You know what condition he's in.

Have you taken
leave of your senses?

-No, ma'am, I'm sorry.
-Mama, stop it.

What do you want me to do?
Sit and watch everybody else?

I'm not gonna stay
inside the house

and watch life
passing by the window.

I want to be part of it. You
know what you're doing, Mama?

You're making me feel like I'm
laid out in the parlor already.

I'm 17 years old, Mama.
I'm not going to get to be 18.

I want what's left to me.
I want all of it, Mama.

Mama

I'm sorry I yelled.

We'll go home now.

He could go up on the porch
and rest for a while.

You don't understand.
He has to lie down.

John-Boy, it's alright.

-Why don't you come by later?
-Alright.

Not today, John-Boy,
please.

He's had enough
excitement for today.

Wilma, won't you let
John-Boy drive you home?

I'm fine. Thank you, anyway.
I'll be fine.

-You ever think about dying?
-Sometimes.

Does it scare you?

Guess it used to, but time has
a way of taking care of things.

As you get older, you realize
that everything has a beginning

-a time to be, and an end.
-I know all that.

It's just not something I need
to be reminded of every day.

Come to kind of
a private understanding.

Dying is a natural
part of living.

It just seems
very unfair to me

that somebody like Seth, who
has so much to look forward to

can all of a sudden have
everything taken away from him.

He has to live the rest of
his life knowing no matter

what he does, none of his
dreams can ever come true.

I don't understand that.

I mean, I look forward
to going to college

and I look forward to becoming
a writer and having a family.

Everything I'm doing now
in my life

is like a preparation
for what's to come.

If I didn't have anything
to look forward to

I don't think I could take
any pleasure in living.

Seth doesn't have any of those
things to look forward to.

He's trying to take pleasure
in life.

It just seems
pointless to me.

John-Boy, there's a lot
of people walking around

feeling very disappointed
and unhappy about life.

They were counting
so much on the future

they forgot to live
their lives.

Seth understands something
that you should remember.

If I didn't have any future
to look forward to

I would just want to curl up in
a corner and forget everything.

John-Boy, somehow
I don't believe you.

Ma'am, I'd like
to see Seth. Is he in?

I'm sorry, John-Boy.
He's resting.

Ma'am, these are his.
I brought them for him.

He left them at the house.

I'll see he gets it.

Thank you.

I would like to see him
just for a moment.

Some other time, John-Boy.
I'll tell him you were here.

Hi!

Hey, everybody!
Seth, Wilma, I'm home!

-You go on. I'll see you later.
-So long, Red.

You been a bunch of good old
boys to travel with. Goodbye.

-John-Boy, is that you?
-Hey, Red.

Don't run off. I want you
to see what I brought Seth.

Pa!

How are you? You son of a gun.
You must have grown a foot.

What your ma been
feeding you? Here.

Just right. Wait till you
see what I got in the box.

Got the rest of the outfit.
Just like mine, only brand-new.

-Will you look at that?
-Where's your ma?

I got a brand-new, latest
fashion new dress for her.

Wilma, it's good to see you.

Wilma, honey, it's
so good to be home.

Red.

So fine to see you all.
Come on.

Red.

-Hi, John.
-Where you headed?

No place special.
Just trying to think things out.

Come on, get in.

I've been wanting
to thank you, John.

You, Livie, and the kids

have been real
good friends to Wilma

and the boy.

My son.

Red, I wish there was something
I could say to help.

Yeah, I know.

You know what
the worst part is?

It's seeing
the boy so quiet.

He's always so full of beans,
always laughing, singing.

Wasn't so quiet the other night
when he heard you on the radio.

Should have seen him, Red.
He was proud as could be.

You know, it just seems

he ought to be having the best
time he could now.

You should have
seen him the other day.

I brought him home a costume,
like I wear when I'm working.

His eyes just lit up like
sunshine when he seen it.

He's been wanting
to join your show

ever since he's been
old enough to walk.

What am I going to do, John?

I don't know, Red.

The closest thing to this
that ever happened to my family

was last Thanksgiving.

John-Boy got hurt real bad.

Good chance he could have died.

His exams were coming up
that allow him to go to college.

Doctor said if
he took those exams,

strain might
be too much for him.

-Did he take them?
-Yeah, he did.

We talked about it.

We realized those exams were
as important to him as life.

In a way, it was his life, Red.

I know what Seth wants.

I guess what I'm looking for is
the courage to give it to him.

Take care, Red.

-Is there's anything I can do?
-Thanks.

Red. Where'd you go?

Hi, honey. How are you?

Where'd you go?

Wilma, I went into town
and saw Dr. Vance.

Why?

What for?

Wilma, I been thinking
about a lot of things.

There's no use us trying to keep
that boy up there in his bed.

I want to get out of here

out of this house and out of
this waiting game we're playing.

I just want to keep him
as long as I can.

So do I.

But I want to do
what he wants to do

give him the things
he never had.

He's sick.
He's going to die.

You trying to drive him to his
grave sooner than he has to go?

I just want to give him
the things he hasn't had.

A real family life
with his mom and his daddy

and I want him doing
what he loves to do.

Playing his music,
playing with me in a group.

-No.
-Yes.

And when he's gone

we'll have real good memories.

Not be locked up
with some picture of him

laying there in his bed waiting.

We can be a real family.

You, me, and our boy

loving each other

making whatever time we got left
really mean something.

Red.

I love you
and the boy, Wilma.

We'll make real
good memories.

And he won't miss having
anything he ever really wanted.

-Morning, John-Boy.
-Seth.

Things are a lot
better now.

Pa and me and Mama
are leaving.

I heard that.

That's why I wanted
to see you.

Would you make sure
Jason gets this?

Why don't you
give it to him?

Just make sure he gets it.
Maybe after we've gone.

Okay.

I'll send you all
lots of postcards.

You might even
hear me on the radio.

Pa's going to have me
singing with the band.

I'm sure glad things
worked out that way, Seth.

I never thought they would

but things are going
to be real good now.

I hope so.

I'll be seeing you.

Grandpa, I'm worried
about my brother.

How so? Hasn't he
seen Seth lately?

-Won't even talk to him.
-And they're leaving real soon.

Yes, sir. I'd appreciate it
if you'd speak with him.

I'd be glad to, John-Boy.

Thank you. Seth finished
this recorder.

It's a gift for Jason.

I think you'd best
give it to him yourself.

But I'll be right along.

Thank you.

Jason, this is for you
from Seth.

He wanted you to have
it specially.

Jason, I need your help
to dig up the garden.

Find enough worms,
maybe we can all go fishing.

What you got here?

It's from Seth.
Reckon it's the recorder.

Oh, a fipple flute from
the old apple tree.

Why, it is nice of
Seth to give you that.

-I don't want it.
-Why not?

Seth wanted to give you
something important

so that you could always
remember him.

If I was going to die,
that wouldn't be so important.

You've known me
ever since you was born.

Got a big store of memories.

Anytime you wanted
to think back a memory

you'd come up with something.

-But you're not going to die.
-Sure I am.

And in time,
so are you.

And everyone that you love
and cherish.

Everytime anyone goes away
it is going to hurt.

This time with Seth,
it is different.

-Why is it different?
-Somehow it seems unjust.

You're a little young yet
to know the full weight

of injustice but it'd have
been much fairer for it

to have been me than Seth.

Grandpa.

That's true. I'm 72 years old.
I've lived a full, rich life.

I got to do about everything
I wanted to in my life

except for one or two things
your grandma disapproves of.

It's not fair for anybody
to have to die.

Truth is, Jason, it's got
nothing to do with fairness.

Why couldn't it be somebody
who's mean or bad?

That's one of
the great mysteries.

Who gets chosen and why?

But it happens all the same.
And you won't like yourself,

unless you face up
to it square

and grieve for him in
your heart and to his face.

That way it's fair
to you and to him.

You're getting so big it's hard
to comfort you like I used to.

You just think about it.

Go all the way down.
Take it up, put it down.

-Okay.
-Start again.

As time went on, there were
other occasions that

necessitated our grieving
and I often think that

this early brush with
total loss made us better

able to face those
which were to come after.

You're getting
to sound real good, Jason.

Thank you, Daddy.

Goodnight, Daddy.
Goodnight, Mama.

Goodnight, Jason.

Sounds like Walton's Mountain
would sound if it could sing.

-Goodnight, Jason.
-Goodnight, Erin.

-Goodnight, Grandpa.
-Goodnight, Jason.

You're a good boy.