All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S03E18.The.Beguiled.WEBRip.x264-ION10

When I recall the young years
on Walton's Mountain...

I remember the pleasure
of ordinary events...

and the ordinary people
who shaped them.

But there were other times
when neither the events

nor the people
were ordinary.

And our lives
were altered, for a time.

If you'd slow down
I could get it.

Well, then it wouldn't
be a trick anymore.

You gonna stay for supper?

I don't know,
you think it'd be okay?

Sure, even if it wasn't,
nobody'd notice,

there's so many people
at the table.

Come on.

There goes that Danny Comley,
Jim-Bob's new sidekick.

I swear, you'd think they
was tied together at the hips.

We're home,
Mama, finally.

-Hi, Mama.
-Change your clothes.

Hi, Mama.
Hi, Grandma.

Mama, Danny's having supper
with us, okay?

-Did you ask your father, Danny?
-It's alright, ma'am.

He don't care
if I'm there or not.

Like to try again?

Oh, no, Danny, I give up,
you get me too confused.

Come on, Mrs. Walton,
you can get it.

-Livie.
-Sorry, Grandma.

Now....

Which one is it under?

That one.

I knew it all along,
it's under the middle one.

I'll see for myself.

Oh, Danny,
you're too fast, slow down.

Like he said, Mama, then it
wouldn't be a trick anymore.

-John-Boy....
-Looks like he's crazy to me.

Yes, I'm crazy, I'm nuts,
cracked, insane, loco!

Grandma, I'm crazy.

I just finished my report
for chemistry class.

Grandma, I should've
had you with me at the marathon.

-The marathon, me?
-Yes, you!

You want to try again,
Mrs. Walton?

I'm getting out of breath.

I'm crazy.

Hallelujah.

-Grandma, I'm crazy.
-Hallelujah. May I cut in?

Why, of course,
Grandpa.

What on earth
is going on around here?

I'll tell you. I have completed
my chemistry project.

-Oh, Zeb, now, that's enough.
-That's plenty.

I have completed
my chemistry project.

And while it's true
that I still have

to worry about
the mid-term examination

I have managed over
the last semester

to compile a magnificent
compendium of notes

if I may say so myself.

Where's my pen?
Where's my pen?

-It was here a minute ago.
-I'm sure I brought it here.

-I had it on top--
-Look in your pockets.

It's not in my pockets,
Grandma.

Help me look here,
will you?

That's the pen Ike gave me
for my graduation present.

-I can't lose that.
-It's not down here.

Fountain pens do not just
disappear by themselves.

It's gotta
be here someplace.

Danny, did you see it?

Danny, hand it over.

You're a regular Houdini,
aren't you?

I was just fooling around,
I wasn't gonna to keep it.

From now on I think you ought
to stick to shells and peas.

-Are you mad, John-Boy?
-Of course not.

But it's hard
to keep track of things here

without you helping out.

Well, if you're planning
on having supper here

either you get out of this
kitchen or help us cook supper.

Alright, we're going,
we're going. Come on, Danny.

Something about that boy
don't just set right with me.

If supper's not ready on time,
that won't set right either.

So, go on,
get out of here.

What'd you come
in here for, anyway?

I forgot that, with all the
commotion going on around here.

I'll tell you what,
I'll go outside,

come back again
and see if I can remember.

-That one.
-Wrong.

You're hopeless, Elizabeth,
absolutely hopeless.

No, she isn't.

That's the trick,
no one gets it right.

-That's what legerdemain means.
-Legerdemain, huh?

Listen to Mary Ellen
and her 50-cent words.

Ben, you're a dope.

I bet you don't
know what it means.

It's a French word
that means "sleight of hand."

I don't care
what its name is.

How come I can't see
what's happening?

Well, the hand
is quicker than the eye.

There's something there,
that I can't see?

Sure, right before
your very eyes.

Do it again.

That one.

Wrong again.

-Hi, Dad.
-Took your time coming home.

I was studying
at Jim-Bob's.

What's that
you're doing?

I was just fooling
with it.

Just fooling.

That's your long suit,
isn't it?

It makes people laugh,
that's all.

Some people.

Is there anything I can do?

You can fill the wood box, if
you want any breakfast tomorrow.

You hurt?

No, I'm not.

Oh, okay.

Wait a minute!

My tire is completely wrecked.
What do you mean "okay"?

There are more
where that one--

You ran a stoplight.
I could've been killed.

I'm sorry.

If you're not hurt
I've gotta be going.

You're sorry? Wait a minute,
what about my tire?

It seems to me,
Miss Bradford

that I've only had the pleasure
of your presence at....

let me see....

oh, only three of my lectures
since the class convened.

Oh, well, I can explain that,
Dr. Whitley.

You see,
I've been terribly ill

and I haven't been able
to attend any of my classes.

I see.

When I got that
notice this morning,

saying I was being
dropped from class

well, I just rushed
right over here.

I got right out
of my sickbed.

Miss Bradford....

next week, we will be having
mid-term examination.

If your health permits,
I suggest you be at that test.

If you manage a passing grade...

then I might consider allowing
you to remain with the class.

But I can't possibly catch up
with all the back work.

Dr. Whitley.... Oh, excuse me.

Good afternoon, Mr. Walton,
you are late for class.

In fact, you have
missed it entirely.

Yes, sir, I'm aware
of that, I'm sorry.

But I was coming to class...

and some crazy woman driver
drove through an intersection...

and ran a stoplight, and she
wasn't paying any attention

to where she was going,
and I....

And I had to
swerve to miss her...

and I blew out a tire
which I can't afford to replace.

That is the first time I've ever
been given that as an excuse.

It isn't an excuse,
sir, it's the truth.

The crazy person he's talking
about backs him up 100%.

What was on your mind, girl?

I saw you and I wanted to
make an impression on you.

Oh, please, you
could have killed us both.

Oh, no, I've got
better plans for us than that.

Miss Bradford, you are excused.

I presume
you understand my decision.

Yes, sir. And thank you
very much, Dr. Whitley.

Good to see you.

Now then, Mr. Walton,
may I have your paper?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Walton, you do
well in class,

but you fall down on the tests.

Your passing
or failing depends

on the upcoming examination.

-You understand that?
-Yes, sir, I do.

I'm sorry.
I won't miss class again.

Can't say I don't do good work.

Hi.

Hello.

What're you doing?

"Walton, John.
Walton's Mountain, Virginia."

You've got your own mountain?

May I have that, please?
I need it for an examination.

Dr. Whitley's mid-term?

Where's Walton's Mountain?
Is it named after you?

It's where I live.
It's named after my family.

Excuse me.

I wanted to apologize.

I'm really sorry
about the accident before.

I accept your apology.

What's your name?

Bradford, Sis.
Late of Sweet Briar.

That's a fine school.

They invited me to leave.

They insisted.

Well, now we're
friends, right, Walton?

What were you doing
in Dr. Whitley's room?

I was trying to get him
to let me stay in his class.

The way it looks,

I'm going to be asked
to leave these hallowed halls.

And if I'm bounced out,
my allowance bounces away, too.

Got any ideas?

Well, why don't you
try doing what we all do,

come to class and study?

Touchy, aren't we?

Look, I'm sorry
if I'm not interested enough

in your problems to suit you,
but I have a few of my own.

And one of them is how I'm
gonna replace that tire...

that you helped me
wreck this morning.

You're not thinking
about tires, Walton.

Honest.

Hey, it's John-Boy.

I never seen a tire so flat.

You want to see one that's
even flatter? Look in the back.

How'd you do it?

Flat as a pancake.

Mama, will you make me some
lunch? I missed mine today.

I had a flat tire
and then my spare went flat.

And I've gotta cram
for this chemistry test,

which I'm gonna fail anyway.

Sounds like this
just isn't your day.

Oh, no.

My chemistry notes aren't here.

I bet I left them at school.

Maybe I left them in the car.

Okay, look, I'm not
in the mood for games today.

Jim-Bob, Danny...

hand it over.

Hand what over?

Look, I need that notebook
and I don't feel like

asking for it again.
Now, give it here.

What would we do
with your old notebook anyway?

I suppose you think
it's very amusing.

I need that notebook
for a chemistry test.

And anyway, my best fountain pen
was clipped to it, Danny.

I suppose you've been playing
another one of your tricks, eh?

I didn't take it.

If Danny says he didn't take it,
he didn't take it.

You probably left it somewhere.

I did not leave it
somewhere, somebody took it.

And it better
turn up pretty soon.

I didn't take it, really.

Hey, Ben?

Have you seen
my chemistry notebook?

It's got my fountain pen
clipped to it.

-It's not in here.
-Thanks a lot.

Look, you lost it, why
are you blaming everyone else?

John-Boy, a gentleman knocks
before he enters a lady's room.

May I please come in?

You can come in, John-Boy.
I'm not a lady yet.

What do you want, anyway?

I was hoping
maybe you'd found my notebook.

We haven't found your notebook,
nor your pen.

Well, the least you
could have done is look.

John-Boy, you're being
very boring about those notes.

Mary Ellen,
chemistry is my toughest course.

I have sweated blood all
semester so I could pass it.

Now I've got a mid-term
examination coming up

and I can't find my notes.

Did it ever occur to you that
maybe you lost them somewhere...

and that it's your own fault?

Look, I'm sorry if I'm being
a pain about this...

but I'm really
worried about failing.

It's okay. It'll turn up.

Well.

I was gonna ask
if I could give you a hand.

Well, I sure could use it.

Grandpa insisted
he had to go fishing,

he snuck Jason off with him.

Ben claimed he had something
real important he had to do.

Well, he probably does. I saw
him slicking his hair down.

He only does that
if he's got a serious date.

You finish your studying?

No, I still can't
find that notebook.

And that makes me so mad,

I can't concentrate
on anything else.

What are you going to do
about a new tire for that car?

I figured I'd
go over to Tom Comley's

and see if he's
got one cheap for me.

-Yeah, it's time to get to work.
-All righty.

Doesn't take much to keep the
door from slamming, Jim-Bob.

Sorry, Mama. You seen John-Boy?

He's went over to Mr. Comley's,
to see about a tire.

I don't think
any of these will do.

I gotta hope you're wrong.

What we're looking for
is a 475 x 21.

Danny, we could sure use
some of your magic now.

Why don't you pull one
out of the air for me?

-I can help you look, sure.
-Yeah.

See you don't get in the way.

Hey, this one
looks like it could fit.

I told you
not to get in the way.

That does look pretty good.

Mr. Comley!

Mr. Comley, he didn't do it.
I was right there all the time

and Danny didn't
take that notebook.

No matter what anyone says.

-Now what have you done?
-Nothing, honest.

It was just a misunderstanding,
Mr. Comley, that's all.

Well, let's understand it.

Jim-Bob.

How would I know
why you came here?

He stole a notebook, is that it?

Look, Jim-Bob and Danny
were just playing in my car...

and a little while after that
my notebook was missing...

and we just figured
Danny had pulled

one of his
disappearing acts with it.

You know, a sleight
of hand sort of thing.

I'm sick and tired
of those tricks.

But I didn't take it,
I never even saw it.

I told you I was right there.

Something goes wrong,
he's always there.

You got it, give it back.

Please, I didn't take it.

Mr. Comley,
it was just a misunderstanding.

I obviously misplaced it.
That's all there is to it.

Now, this will do just fine,
and I appreciate your trouble.

Thank you, too, Danny.

Get in the truck, Jim-Bob. Here.

I understand you've been talking

when you
should've been listening.

John-Boy tell you about it?

-Little worried about Danny.
-Yeah, me, too.

I had to go
bust in there and blab.

And Mr. Comley didn't even know
about the dumb notebook.

And now Danny's in trouble
with his pa, huh?

Yeah, it's my fault.

You're kind of
in a mess of spinach, huh?

Guess I am.

Well, Son, at least your heart
was in the right place.

You know, I've never
seen Mr. Comley smile.

Never even seen him laugh.

He's a real serious man.

Danny can't go talk to him
like me and you.

Mr. Comley is a man
of very few words.

He won't let Danny help him,

he just says
he's in the way all the time.

Well, you probably just struck
on the main difference

between Mr. Comley and me.

Take me, I need
a fence mended over there...

I need the machinery oiled...

I got a barn
that needs cleaning up...

hinge on the cellar door
that needs replacing....

Anytime you
want to help me, you can.

Looks like I got myself in a
mess of spinach all over again.

Class is dismissed.

Dr. Whitley, did I
happen to leave my notebook

in here the other day?

I haven't found one, Mr. Walton.

I have looked absolutely
everywhere for it,

absolutely everywhere.

Mr. Walton...

it seems to me, just this last
day or so, you seem...

completely disorganized.

Well, I would have to agree
with you about that.

Your paper, Mr. Walton,
I finished it.

It's first-rate.

Well done.

Thank you, sir.

But your final grade...

will still depend on how well
you do on your examination.

Yes, sir, I understand.

Thank you, sir.

It's you.

Walton, I was hoping
I'd run into you.

You know something?
You're dangerous.

You are a weapon.
You're a lethal weapon.

You're just
saying that to be nice.

You ought to get
so you look where you're going.

That would be very dull, Walton.

Here.

If I was to go on my way,

you wouldn't
think of tripping me, would you?

I might do anything
to make an impression on you.

You're not
still thinking about tires.

Well, yes, actually, I am.

Well, it does
terrible things to your face.

Goodbye.

You didn't borrow
a notebook of mine, did you?

Your heart,
I might borrow or steal...

but your notebook....
Let's go back to your heart.

-You're never serious, are you?
-I might be, Walton...

about your heart.

You're not thinking
about notebooks. Honest.

We could go to my house
and ride Blue.

No, I don't want to go
to your house, Jim-Bob.

How come?

Maybe somebody'd lose something
and then figure I took it.

Maybe not, though.

I just don't want
to go to your house.

You don't want
to go back home, do you?

No, that's no good either.

A guy gets good at doing tricks,
real good, like you are.

And all it gets
him is trouble.

Hey, Danny, will you
help me with this?

I really can't tell you how,
Jim-Bob. Maybe I can show you.

It's got to be real smooth.

See?

You know what's the most fun?

When everybody's
looking square at you....

and you take something
and nobody sees you do it.

They laugh and they think
you're really something special.

That'd be fun, alright.
But wouldn't that be stealing?

Not if you put it back.

-You want to try it?
-I couldn't fool anybody.

But, well, yeah, sure I do.

Hey, Danny, wait a minute.
I'm not so sure about this.

It's easy. Just watch me
and then you do it.

-Yeah, I know, but....
-It's fun, that's all. Lets go.

Do you live around here?

-Where's Walton's mountain?
-Right here.

I'm looking for John Walton.

He's my father.

Oh, I hope not. Your father's
a freshman at Boatwright?

No, that's John-Boy.
He's my brother.

John-Boy?

My, my.

You going to just stand there
or you takin' me to John-Boy?

Hey, come on, Danny.

-No, you go on.
-We get to ride in this thing.

-You're the navigator.
-Down this road.

-You a brother, too, Danny?
-No.

He's my friend. He can do
all kinds of magic tricks.

-Jim-Bob.
-He can make things disappear.

You're a very shy wizard, Danny.

Hey, look out.

You must be the one
who blew John-Boy's tire.

I must be.

I hope Grandma's alright.

Good Lord!

I'm sorry, Grandma.

Sorry? That thing ran me down.

You made a soft easy landing,
and you didn't break the basket.

I've a mind to break
something. Or someone.

You almost ready, Jase?

-Almost got it.
-Good.

Ben.

Come over here, Son.

-You aimed at that flower pot?
-I think I made a mistake.

-You know better than that.
-I'm not sure he does.

You could put somebody's
eye out that way.

I'm sorry. I don't
usually hit what I aim.

-That was a real good shot.
-Ten Bible verses.

-Oh, Mama--
-Fifteen.

Go practice somewhere
else quick.

Sometimes I wish I belonged to
a family that uses profanity.

You going to lose
your temper, Liv?

I was about to.

-Hey, fellas.
-Hey, that's some car.

That's a pretty car.

What is it, a Packard?
It's a Packard?

How many cylinders
are these? Six?

She sure is beautiful.

Not bad, not
really bad at all.

I can't believe
that you're here.

I know, it's hard.

Tell me they're not
all yours, Walton.

Oh, they're all mine. Yes.

This is Mary Ellen, and Erin and
Elizabeth.

And Ben and Jason and,
well, Danny's not mine.

Of course, you know Danny,
and you know Jim-Bob.

This is Sis Bradford, everybody.

-Glad to meet you.
-I want you to meet my parents.

This is Sis Bradford.
This is my mother and my father.

-Hello.
-Miss Bradford.

-And my grandma and my grandpa.
-How are you?

Why, well, thank you, Miss B.

No wonder you almost killed
John-Boy, driving like the wind.

Esther.

I've got designs on him,
and I want him alive.

Come, Walton,
I've brought you something.

What's this?

"For Walton, John,
from Weapon, Lethal."

That's great.
That's really great.

Why, Walton, you do
know how to smile.

Well, sure.

Thank you, Sis.

Sis, I really do
appreciate this.

I declare, Walton, I believe
you're getting the hang of it.

Well, it just takes
a little practice.

-Take me away from all this?
-What?

Show me the sunset
from Walton's Mountain.

-Now?
-Why not?

Well....

I have to....

I have to cram.
For a chemistry test.

She's got my books.

-My stuff, too.
-What?

Here, Mary Ellen, hold that.

Come on.

There you go. I'd just
discovered them.

-Boy, if I'd lost these....
-Yeah, thanks.

I just came along for the ride.

I gave you your chance, Walton.
You chose your books, remember?

Only temporarily.

Come on, Jim-Bob.

See you later, John-Boy.

Okay.

Well, come on. Like I said,
it's gonna be fun. Come on.

-Morning, boys.
-Be right with you, boys.

-How's your family, Jim-Bob?
-Fine, thank you.

Okay, we got the sugar,
and the flour...

and the onions and the potatoes.
Is there anything else?

Did you get in that cough syrup
I asked you to order, Ike?

I forgot. I got it right here.

Two bottles of cough syrup
coming up.

-Is this stuff any good?
-Of course it is.

It certainly helps
a body to rest.

Two teaspoons at bedtime

and there's no coughing
all night long.

I'd recommend it to anybody.

-You would, huh?
-I sure would.

You might mention it
to Mrs. Godsey.

It's a good thing
to have on hand.

Yeah. Yeah, it might be.

Yeah, I'll have to tell
her about it.

You know, springtime colds
and all that. Well...

I guess that's all. Would you
put it on the bill, please?

Okay.

Alright, now,
about Miss Hunter's things

what do you want me
to do about that?

She'll pick it up
on the way home from school.

Alright.

Let's see. Let's get all these
things down.

See, that's sugar...

and the flour.

Okay, then we have the potatoes.

Okay, now we'll put the cough
syrup one on one side

and one on the other,
so they don't break, okay?

Where's the pencil?

You missing something?

Yeah, my pencil. I just laid
it down there and now it's gone.

I don't know where it went.

Here it is.

Might be you should sell
yourself some glasses, Ike.

Okay, Mrs. Brimmer,
here's your bill.

-Thank you.
-Alright.

-See you later. Bye-bye.
-You have a nice day.

Thank you.

Now, what can I do
for you boys?

Flour. Mrs. Walton
would like flour.

Okay.

Jim-Bob, your mother
bought flour yesterday.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

It's just a game. Only I'm not
very good at it yet.

Well, you'd better
not get good at it.

I would have put it back.
The fun's just taking it.

Oh, it is, huh? Well, don't you
ever do that in my store again.

I want you to go tell your
father about it.

Because if you don't, I will.

That's a good tire, you know,
I tested it out.

That's a fine tire.

-She's a pretty girl, isn't she?
-Yeah, she is, isn't she?

I was taught that pretty
is as pretty does.

Well, she did bring me a new
tire. And it's a good tire, too.

Can't hold her beauty
against her, can you?

No.

You know, Daddy
the thing about it is

it's as if something
gives her the idea

that she owns the world.

She probably does.

Mama, I don't think
you really understand.

She's just different,
that's all.

She's a bona fide original,
that girl is.

An original what?

She's just got her own ways.

Some people are like that

they're just set apart
from other people.

They don't live by anyone
else's patterns.

They make up their own rules.
And Sis is one of those people.

Well, I am gonna
just go on up to bed.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight.

You know, Mama,
I realize that

in some ways
she's a little spoiled

and maybe even
a little willful.

But I just never met
anyone like her in my life.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight, Son.

Pleasant dreams.

I wonder how
she gets away with it.

I almost envy her.

Because she's rich?

Seems like she wants
and she takes.

That sound pretty good to you?

Might be fun.
For a while.

Can I talk to you?

Well, sure.

I mean, just you.

Let's go.

This private enough for you?

I've been practicing
how I'd tell you

but I can't seem
to make it sound right.

Danny said it would be fun

and it would've been
if I could've fooled Ike.

What's Ike got to do with it?

Well, we went down there,
me and Danny

and he's real good at doin'
tricks with his hands.

He was takin' things
right in front of Ike

and putting them back.
It worked real swell.

So you tried it.

Yeah, only I got caught.

I hope so.

I had my hand around an onion
and I couldn't let go.

I wanted to, but I just don't
know how to do it.

Well, I hope
you never learn, Son.

It's not stealin', Daddy.
It's a game, kind of.

It's a sneaky trick.
It's dead wrong.

You got a lot better things
to do with your hands than that

and you better never forget it.

I won't forget.

Tomorrow morning, first thing,
go down and apologize to Ike

and ask him how you can
make it right to him.

Yes, sir.

Alright. Let's go to bed.

Tom? Danny?

Afraid we gotta
trouble you, John.

Come on in.

It's kind of late.
What's going on?

Olivia. I can't help late.

Would you get John-Boy
and Jim-Bob down here?

Sure, I'll get 'em.

Excuse me, Tom.

Sit down.

Hello.

Give it to him.

I don't know how I got it.

But when I came home
from here today

it was in my book bag.

I'm mighty glad
to have this back.

He's got some fool story
about some girl in her car

running off with his books.

Sis? That's true, she did.

I know what happened.

I got to her car first
and when I did

I saw her snapping
Danny's book bag shut.

-What?
-Yeah, she was.

Do you know
what you're sayin'?

You'd better
be sure of that, Son.

You've got some troubles
of your own, you know.

I saw it. Danny didn't,
but I did.

I believe you.

Well, I know how
much you need it.

Thanks.

It had to be set straight.

Mr. Comley, it means more to me
than you realize, I assure you.

Come on, Son.

I know that took a lot of
courage, Danny. Thank you.

I'm sorry I ran out
on you at Ike's.

I guess I get into a lot
of trouble. I was scared.

We'd better find something else
to do with our hands.

-John.
-Goodnight.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight.

-Hi, Walton.
-Hello.

You're a regular
country gentleman.

It's good to see you
out of the crowd.

You look different all alone.

You look different, too.

Maybe you're not, though.

Maybe you've always
been this way.

Always? That's not a word
for me, Walton.

You took my notebook

and tried to make it look
like Danny took it.

A simple, declarative sentence
if I've ever heard one.

But you're not denying it.

My, you are grim, Walton.

You're so earnest, so concerned,
so filled with right and wrong.

-That's bad, isn't it?
-It's dull.

Deadly dull.

You know, Walton, you're not
without your rustic charm.

And I really thought
you might be fun for a while.

But I'm not.

Honest.

Honest? No.

That's not a word for you.
You're dishonest

and you're rude, and you're
thoughtless and unkind.

You're very attractive.

And I hope you're happy
with yourself

because very likely
that's all you'll ever have.

-Why won't you give that up?
-Might as well.

-Where's Danny?
-Helpin' his dad.

His dad figures if he's busy
it'll keep him out of mischief.

What does Danny
think about that?

He's for it.

I guess we got a little off
balance, you and I, didn't we?

You go to college and you're
supposed to be smart

but you make
some dumb mistakes, too.

Those were not the last
mistakes Jim-Bob
and I were to make.

But we were truly
ahead of the game.

Because our parents
and grandparents

gave us decent rules
to live by

and decent examples to follow

and gave us, too, their love
and understanding hearts.

John-Boy?

-Are you awake?
-Yes, Elizabeth.

What's chemistry?

Chemistry?

Chemistry is the science
that treats or investigates

the composition of substances

and various
elementary forms of matter.

Oh.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight, Elizabeth.