All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S04E15.The.Search.WEBRip.x264-ION10

We lived close to the land
on Walton's Mountain,

and we felt
a natural kinship

with the forest
which surrounded our home.

It was our playground,
a source of food and shelter,

and a livelihood
for our family.

In the lore of
our mountains,

there were stories
of travelers

who had been lost
in the forest.

One summer's day,

that legend became a terrifying
reality.

-I found that old broody hen.
-Oh, yes?

She's in the barn. Come on.

Well, what's all the rush about?

An old setting broody hen
isn't going anywhere.

She's over there.

Well, what do you know?

Little old Betsy has found

herself a good,
safe hiding place.

Maybe she didn't
want us to find her.

Well, I don't think
she had us in mind, Jim-Bob,

but, ever a hen decides
to raise herself a family,

her old instincts
sort of take over.

What's an old instinct?

Well, something way back in
whatever she's got for a brain

makes her recollect when her
ancestors were wild birds

running around
loose in the woods.

Something, she don't know
just what it is, tells her

to build a nest where the hawks

and the skunks and
the foxes can't get at her.

-That's pretty smart for a hen.
-No.

I'll tell you the truth,

when the brains were being
passed out by the Good Lord,

the chicken was sort
of behind the door.

I beg your pardon, Betsy.

That's why the
Good Lord gave her

some extra help
in way of instincts.

-You think he did it on purpose?
-Of course, of course he did.

The Good Lord looked
down and he said,

"This is a dumb chicken. If I
don't give her some extra help,

"she and all her kind
and her begotten and begotten

"are likely to be gobbled up
before you can say Jack Robinson

"or Jim-Bob."

He knew just about
everything, didn't he?

Just about.

-You're right smart yourself.
-Why, thank you.

Thank you for noticing
that fact, Jim-Bob.

I guess you're looking forward

to seeing Frances
tomorrow, huh, hon?

I sure am.

Elizabeth said
I've to go with you.

Where are you going?

I'm going to seem Frances Taylor
over in Buckingham County.

Why do I've to go?

I want Frances to
see you and Elizabeth.

I don't want to be shown off!

Big Jim-Bob in a baby show.

Don't worry about it, Jim-Bob.
It's just you and Elizabeth.

Least you can do
is take second prize.

-Do I have to go?
-Yes, you have to go.

Ben, Jason, I want you
to change that front tire,

the right front tire,
put the spare on.

Sure, Daddy.

I don't want your Mama
having a flat on the road.

Cheer up, Jim-Bob.
It won't be that bad.

Don't you mind, Jim-Bob.

Hey, you tell them
about finding the setting hen?

Where was that, Son?

She made a nest
under some stuff in the barn.

-How many eggs?
-Eight.

Maybe I'll take that hen over
to Frances tomorrow. You mind?

I guess we can afford
one scraggly old hen.

It would be nice if you took
some of my jelly and jam along.

-She'd like that, Grandma.
-I know I would.

Ben, would you make
a crate for the hen?

Sure, Mama. What about the
eggs she's been laying?

-Take them with.
-Just so you keep them warm.

There's not a breeze
stirring outside.

I've seen a day like this
start off calm and peaceful

and before the day was out

the shingles would be blown
right off the roof.

Even the animals sort of
begin to sense things like this.

The chickens are
even getting fidgety.

I'm getting kind
of fidgety myself,

just thinking about
the trip tomorrow.

You girls mind doing
the dishes for me?

-What's for dessert?
-No dessert tonight.

-No dessert?
-Why not?

And the rats and the mice
even get sort of fidgety, too.

They scurry for their burrows.

Mother Nature sort of
sends out signals like that.

-Do the animals hear it?
-No, they just sense it.

Really? News is on.
Anybody want to listen?

Elizabeth, take a bath tonight.
You, too, Jim-Bob.

Mother Nature also signals
the changes of the seasons

with extra heavy fur
on the raccoons and the possums

-if you noticed, Jim-Bob.
-Zeb, they've all gone.

So I noticed,
without excusing themselves.

Thank you, Esther.

Yes, Jim-Bob, you just keep your
eyes on old Mother Nature.

Even the caterpillars,

they get heavy furs on
this time of season.

It's in the air, sort of.

John-Boy, we're getting rid
of old Betsy, our setting hen.

You better hang on to her,
she's the fastest in the flock.

Just like a woman. Whenever
you want her, she runs off.

I don't think she's
gonna like it, Grandpa.

It's better than putting her
in a gunnysack, that's for sure.

Might ruffle her tail-feathers
a bit, but she won't mind.

Elizabeth, you be careful
with those eggs, now.

You put them someplace
where they won't bounce around.

I'll hold them in
that the whole way.

-Alright now.
-Where's your brother?

You sure look pretty, Mama.

Thank you. So much
running around,

I hardly know whether... Yeah,
I got the directions alright.

Here, Livie, there are peach,
apple butter and grape jelly.

Thanks, Grandma. Would you put
those in the back for me?

-Drive carefully.
-I will.

Take care of yourself now.

You be a good
little boy, Jim-Bob.

Now, smile nice for Mrs. Taylor.

Maybe she'll give
you a big kiss.

-You boys stop your teasing.
-It's enough.

-Bye.
-Goodbye.

Bye, Betsy.

I hope you're not going to wear
that grumpy face all day.

I still don't see
why I had to come along.

I'm proud of my children
and I want Frances to see you

and I'd like her
to see you happy.

-Smile. Then you'd be happy.
-No.

It's easy. Just turn up
the ends of your mouth.

They're working on
the road up ahead, ma'am.

-You'll have to take a detour.
-How far?

Oh, mile and a half, two miles.

It's kind of rough in spots
but you can get through.

Just take it easy.

-Thank you.
-Okay.

-Bye.
-Bye.

-You're bumping the eggs, Mama.
-I'm doing the best I can.

Slow down, Mama.

Are you alright?
Jim-Bob? Elizabeth?

-I'm okay, but what happened?
-Are you hurt?

Tire blew out.

Let me look at you both. I want
to be sure you're alright.

It was scary.

-Did you break any eggs?
-Nope. They're all alright.

-Are you okay, Mama?
-Yes.

Thanks to the Lord
for all of us.

Mama, Betsy's gone.

She went over there.

You leave her alone. She'll come
back. She'll be alright.

Jim-Bob, do you think
you can fix that spare?

Yeah, I think so.

Mama, the jack's gone.

We're just gonna have to
the road and ask for help.

Elizabeth?

-Elizabeth?
-Where did she go?

Elizabeth! Elizabeth!

She probably followed
that dumb chicken.

Elizabeth!

Elizabeth, you answer me!

Elizabeth?

Here, Betsy. Nice,
Betsy. Come on, Betsy.

Oh, when I catch you,
you're gonna get a spanking.

Come on, Betsy. Come on.

Elizabeth!

Elizabeth!

Elizabeth!

Elizabeth, you answer me!

John-Boy, let's have
us a cup of coffee.

I got to wash up first.

-What's my jack doing here?
-Don't look at me.

Those boys must have
dropped it there

when they were
changing the tire.

I'm gonna have to talk to them.

Your mama's driving all over
the country without a jack.

Elizabeth!

She went this way.
Here's her sweater.

Come on, Betsy.
Good chicken, Betsy.

Betsy.

Come on, Betsy,
come out of there.

Betsy!

Elizabeth!

Mama!

Mama, where are you?

Elizabeth, you stay
right where you are!

Mama!

-Elizabeth, we were worried.
-Mama.

You followed that
dumb chicken, didn't you?

-Well, she ran away.
-You almost got lost.

Never mind that. Come on, now.

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna go to the road
and ask help.

I don't mean about that. I mean
about Betsy. She went in there.

Never get her out
in a million years.

We're gonna have to
leave her for now. Come on.

I don't want to leave Betsy.

Want to stay here
the rest of your life?

Look,

why don't we just leave
Betsy's eggs right here?

She'll come back
and take care of them.

Maybe we can come
get her later on.

She'll be alright.
She has old instincts.

Well, you know,
she's not a dumb chicken.

She almost got you lost.
You're just lucky we found you.

Let's get back to the road.

-We're gonna have to walk?
-We can hitch a ride.

At least till
we get to a telephone.

Where's the truck?

It's just up here
over the hill.

You okay, Jim-Bob?

Elizabeth, take your sweater. I
don't have to carry it all day.

Here, give it to me.

Come on.

That chicken gets
us into more trouble...

Okay?

Yeah. I'm alright.

Where are we?

-Are we lost?
-Will you quit asking questions?

I don't remember
this place at all.

Never mind. We'll be alright.

We took a wrong turn someplace.

-Where's the road?
-We'll find it.

What's that funny
hole over there?

Looks like a bear wallow to me.

Put your sweater on.

Watch out.

Mama, are we lost?

Right now, yes, we're lost.
But we'll find our way.

Jim-Bob, why don't we make
a marker out of stones here?

If they come by, they'll
know which way we went.

Elizabeth?

-Don't be a crybaby.
-I'm scared.

-It's alright, sweetheart.
-Blubbering won't help.

Help us build a marker now.

Why don't you get two sticks
and we'll make a arrow?

Okay.

Atta girl.

Listen. Listen.

Sounds like a car.
Come on. Come on, let's go.

Tonight, when we're home,

you can tell your brothers and
sisters

all about being
lost in the woods.

If we ever do get home.

Well, soon as we find
the road we'll be okay.

I expect we're not far from it.

I think we'll rest right here.

Hey, it's the same bear wallow.

We've been traveling
in a circle.

Where's the road?

It can't be very far.
Come on, let's go.

That's what you said last time.

I can't make up my mind whether

to work this afternoon
or go fishing.

Well, the weather like it is,
you'd better stay close to home.

-Hey, Ike. Come on in.
-Ike. Have some of this ham.

-What's he doing over there?
-Hi, everybody.

I got a call from a Mrs. Taylor
over at Buckingham County.

She's disturbed because Olivia
and the kids aren't there yet.

-They're not there yet?
-That's all she said.

I've had a feeling.

Something has been nagging
in the back of my mind.

It doesn't make any sense.

They should've been
there a long time ago.

Maybe they
broke down?

I don't know.

Give me a ride
to Vern Rutledge's.

I'll borrow his car.

-Dad, you'll pick us up?
-Yes, I will.

-Me, too.
-Sit down. Wait for them.

Come on.

Elizabeth, don't eat those!
Those are poke berries.

They're poison.

I'm thirsty.

We're gonna find you some water
in just a minute. Come on.

-Finished, Jim-Bob?
-Yeah.

Did a woman come by here this
morning with kids in a truck?

Yeah, fairly early.

-A woman, a kid and a girl.
-Thank you.

A woman with a couple of kids

in a green truck
come by a while ago?

No woman driving a truck
came through here.

-You sure?
-I've been on duty all morning.

That's impossible.

The fellow at the other
end says he saw them.

Sorry.

This road is enough to shake a
man's bones loose from his body.

Hey, Daddy, stop!
Wait a minute. It's the truck!

Yeah, they're off
in the bushes here.

Must have come off
the road through here.

-Mama!
-Jim-Bob.

Mama! There's nobody here,
Daddy. They're not here.

It don't appear they got hurt.

-The chicken's gone.
-Look at this tire. It's gone.

-They had a blow out.
-Must have come off...

-Here's some of the feathers.
-But she's not here.

-Maybe they're out chasing it.
-Jim-Bob!

-Mama!
-Livie!

-Jim-Bob! Livie!
-Livie!

Mama!

-Livie!
-Livie!

-Liv!
-Olivia!

Jim-Bob!

Livie!

Olivia!

Livie!

This far up the woods,

I don't like it.

Back in '21, there was a party
of hunters lost up in here.

-We never did find them.
-Look at this.

-What?
-It's a trail-marker.

Just like the one
I showed Jim-Bob how to do.

They're getting deeper and
deeper into these woods.

John-Boy, you better go back
and get Ben and Jason.

Get Horace Brimley and his
tracking dog and some lanterns.

Daddy, remember
a couple of years back,

I shot myself a big old bear
right around here.

-Bring some shotguns.
-Alright.

I'll be right back.

-Livie!
-Livie!

John-Boy, all I've been doing
here for the past 20 years

is having babies
and pouring coffee.

Mom most always is home.

New benches around the kitchen
table with nice, soft cushions,

now there's my dream.

-Peas, please.
-Here.

I made a rhyme.

Very good, Elizabeth.

Pass the potatoes,
pass the meat.

Everybody pitch
in and eat.

Hey, look, Mom, it's smoke.

-Might be a house or something.
-Thank heavens.

I don't like the looks
of this place. Let's go.

Mama, I'm thirsty.

Alright, get down.

Wait a minute. Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

I'll thank you and your family
to get off this place.

You're trespassing.

Well, I'm mighty sorry,

but we ran off the road
a way back and we're lost.

All we ask is a little water
and then we'll be on our way.

-Give them some water.
-Thank you.

Come on.

Sit down, Elizabeth.

Jim-Bob.

You think they've come
here looking for us?

No. They wouldn't send
a woman and two kids.

-Yeah.
-But it's bad all the same.

Water them and run them off.

That woman's got a family

and the woods will be crawling
with them by nightfall.

-We'll just run them off, Ma.
-I say what we do here.

Load up the truck.

-Load?
-Go on. Everything. Load up.

But what about that woman
and them two kids?

Them, too.

Okay, John-Boy, this bottle
is for cuts and scratches.

And then there's alcohol
and cotton and bandages.

-You're not paying attention.
-Yes, I am. I'll remember.

Livie will know what to do.

Erin, will you bring me
something of Elizabeth's,

a piece of clothing or a toy

or something we can give the
hound dog, a scent to track on?

-We got here quick.
-What happened, John-Boy?

That tire you all were
supposed to change blew out

and they're out there
in the woods someplace.

-You were supposed to do it.
-Ben...

Fellas, fellas,
it's already done.

Next time, just do
what you're told.

-John-Boy.
-We gotta get some help.

I've been down to Ike's.
He's trying to round up

Horace Brimley
and his hound dog.

-Here's Elizabeth's doll.
-Perfect, thank you.

-Ike and Horace are here.
-Alright, we'll be right there.

Why don't you take some of that
stuff out to the car, alright?

-John-Boy?
-Yes, Ben.

John-Boy, I'm sorry.

-I know. It's alright.
-John-Boy.

We're coming!

All ready to go here, John-Boy.

Yeah, Horace, you follow me!

You stop that. Now, we'll have
none of that. Stop it. Come on.

Grandma, haven't you
got any feelings?

No, I'm just a mean
old woman. No feelings.

Now, you just get
your faith together.

That's what we'll need
around here this afternoon.

-Faith and hard work.
-Work?

Yes, I want you to
clean the kitchen floor.

-But, Grandma!
-Until it shines.

Erin, you get yourself a bucket.
Get started on those windows.

-Grandma!
-Grandma, we can't work.

And then we'll do
the rugs. Come on.

Grandma!

I don't know what
you've got on your hand

but it does not seem
to want to come...

If you'll just show us
the way to the road--

I told you, you was
going with us!

I don't need you
leading the law back in here.

We couldn't find
our way back here.

All we wanna do
is find the road.

Shut up! Do as I say.

-Come on!
-Mama!

I'll take her.

I'll take her.

Come on, Jim-Bob.

You'll be the point. Me and Pa
will fan out to the right.

John-Boy, you take the boys
and fan out to the left.

Pick it up. Pick it up, Homer.

Good boy.

All this trouble
on account of them!

Stay here then and rot in jail!

When the truck stops,
you can get off.

Gladly.

Alright, let's go.

-Mama, I'm scared.
-I know, honey.

-Where are we going?
-We're not supposed to know.

Let's just hope
we're going to the road.

Liv?

Stop here!

You back there! Get off!

Wait! Where's the road?

What do we do now, Mama?

We're gonna put one foot
in front of the other.

Which way do we go?

Afternoon shadows
are pointing east.

That's the way
we want to go. Come on.

-Horace, what's the trouble?
-Well, he's lost the scent.

Don't know whether they went
forward or backtracked or what.

Could be Elizabeth got tired,

Livie picked her up,
was carrying her.

That'll make a difference.
There's no doubt about it.

The higher off the ground,
the harder to pick up the scent.

-We've got to keep looking.
-It's risky, John-Boy.

We don't know
which way they went.

Ben, you go back to the truck.
Maybe they'll turn up.

Sure, Daddy.

John-Boy!

Come along, boys! Here's another
one of Jim-Bob's markers.

Come along.

Looks like we got ourselves
a bootleggers' camp.

I don't know,
seems mighty quiet.

-Hello?
-Easy, Ike, easy.

Anybody home?

Anybody home? Hello?

-Nobody?
-No.

They must've took off from here
pretty fast.

They dumped their mash.

-Yeah, and the fire's still hot.
-Look what I found here, John.

Lookie here.
It's your mama's handkerchief.

Hey, John, over here.

-What is it?
-What you got?

The track ends right here and
there's fresh tire tracks there.

Shall I call the sheriff?

-I think that's a good idea.
-Oh, calm down.

Just because they're bootleggers
don't mean they're any harm.

-Let's get cracking.
-It's gonna be dark in an hour.

The lanterns will do. It's the
storm coming up that worries me.

Let's go.

Mama, I don't wanna walk
anymore and I'm hungry.

Come on, we'll go over there
and rest for a little while.

Those bootleggers
just dumped us.

We're more lost now
than we were before.

Jim-Bob, we're gonna
get home safe,

and I don't wanna hear
any more frightening talk.

We better find food and water
before it gets dark.

Daddy says when
you're looking for water,

you should find a game trail
going downhill.

I just wanna go to bed.

We better keep moving.

We're just going to sit here
and rest for a little while.

Alright, sweetie?

Tire tracks for every which way.
Anybody's guess from now on.

-What do you think, Horace?
-Don't know.

Let me take the dog this way.
Maybe we can pick up a scent.

Alright, we'll go this way.

Ike, if you find anything,
fire off a couple of shots.

-Want us to come with you?
-Yes, come on.

Hey, Mama, I found a creek.

This is about
as far as I can go.

I'm thirsty.

Mama, there's fish...
Mama, don't move!

-A snake! Kill it, Jim-Bob.
-It's alright, Elizabeth.

It's just a king snake.
It won't hurt you.

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

See? He's a good snake.

He even kills rattlesnakes.
You want to hold him?

Oh, he doesn't
wanna come up yet.

There you go. See that?

He's soft.

Put him down. Let him go home.

-I'm still thirsty.
-Okay.

There's fish in here.
I bet you I can catch one.

-Well, how?
-Something Grandpa taught me.

It's called tickling.

See, you reach in and you tickle
the fish on their stomach

and they kind of go to sleep.

Then you grab them.

Good luck.

Here, I got one!

Well, I almost got him.

I think I see one over there.

-He got one, Mama! He got one!
-Told you I could catch him.

You're doing your
grandpa proud, Jim-Bob.

He's all dirty.

Jim-Bob, come on!

-What you got there?
-The rest of the supper.

Watercress and wild onions.

He's after the fish.

That's what he wanted.

Let's just move away quietly.

Maybe we can rest in here.

Grandpa says this kind
of a tree is a widow-maker.

Never know when it
might fall down.

Come on, Elizabeth.

-How about this?
-This will do just fine.

I think we should all
say our prayers.

And for those who are not
with us at this table,

we thank you for
watching over them

and keeping them
safe from harm.

Thank you, O Lord, for being
with us in our time of trouble.

-Amen.
-Amen.

-Here we go.
-Grandma, we can't eat.

You can if you get the fear
out of your stomach.

Grandma, Mama and
the children are lost

and may never be found.

In the eye of the Almighty,
they are not lost.

Now, we have pie, and...
Come on, eat up.

Erin.

I'm cold.

Stay close and we'll
keep each other warm.

You know, we really
need a fire.

Well, picked up a piece
of flint back there,

but we'd never start
a fire in all this wind.

-We'll do without it.
-It would've helped, though.

Yeah.

-I'm hungry.
-What's for supper, Jim-Bob?

-Watercress.
-And onions.

Well, here.

-I feel like a cow.
-You look like a cow.

Anybody would,
eating this stuff.

It's better than nothing.
You eat it.

Elizabeth!

-Elizabeth!
-Mama!

Jim-Bob!

-Where are you?
-Mama!

-What do you think, Pa?
-Oh, it's hard to tell.

Hey, everybody, over here.
I found something.

-What?
-It's one of Jim-Bob's markers.

-That boy really is something.
-Follow me.

-Take it easy, Pa.
-Just try to keep up with me.

-This way.
-Mama!

-Jim-Bob!
-Jim-Bob!

Waiting, I just hate it.

If there was just
something we could do.

-We're doing something.
-What are we doing?

We're waiting and praying.

I feel so useless.
Just sitting here,

wondering where
Mama and the children are.

That storm's
right over the hollow.

They're protected.

Grandma, you say
those things like you know.

Faith, child. Faith.

-What is it?
-I don't know.

-Jim-Bob!
-Mama!

Must have been after more fish.

Where did you learn to do that?

Daddy says hitting
two rocks together

scares a bear every time.

Jim-Bob, you are something.

Grandma, do you really believe

that God hears you
when you pray?

Oh, yes.

I just wish
I could really believe.

Erin, don't you ever
say that again, you hear?

If you stop believing,
you stop living.

But, Grandma, how can you,
really? I mean, really believe?

Because, well,
there is nothing else.

Jim-Bob!

-Mama!
-Jim-Bob!

-Jim-Bob!
-Jim-Bob!

-Mama!
-Jim-Bob!

Livie! Livie!

Livie! Livie!

-Pa!
-Yes!

-Pa!
-Yeah!

-Easy, Pa.
-Yeah, yeah.

-Come on.
-Wait a minute, guys.

Get him out of there!
I'll get the lantern!

I'll get the lantern.
I got it.

You alright?

Daddy.

Hey, here they are!

-Coming! Mama!
-Mama!

What happened to you?

We got them! Horace!

Ike!

I have an idea from now on Ben
and Jason won't be so forgetful.

We don't have to talk
about that anymore.

I've never been so hungry
or so scared in all my life.

Sure was glad to see Daddy.

I think your Daddy will say
that goes for all of us.

That's true.

If we hadn't had
Jim-Bob with us,

I don't know
what we would have done.

He saved us from this
big old tree that fell down.

And the bear.
Tell them, Jim-Bob.

-Bear?
-Bear?

It was just an old bear.

And he caught a fish
without a hook or a line.

You were a real man today, Son.
I'm proud of you.

Well, I just listened to what
you and Grandpa told me.

Little old Jim-Bob.

I don't reckon we'll be
calling him "little" anymore.

Alright, you. Go on, sit up.
It's time to eat.

Ma, how about you saying grace?

Thank you, O Lord, for thy care
and for watching over us

and guiding us so that
we could all be together again.

And thank you for the blessings
of this table. Amen.

-Amen.
-Amen.

One member of the family
was not to make it home.

Betsy, the broody hen,

found and hatched her eggs
out there in the woods.

And for years after,
perhaps to this day,

a flock of chickens gone wild
could be found in the vicinity

of the big bramble bush
in Benton's Hollow.

What was it like
around here today?

It was awful.
Grandma made us work all day.

We got through.
Goodnight, Elizabeth.

Goodnight, Grandma.
Goodnight, John-Boy.

Goodnight, Elizabeth.
Goodnight, Mary Ellen.

Goodnight, John-Boy.
Goodnight, Jim-Bob.

Jim-Bob?

Where is the little boy
who looks after the sheep?

He's under the haystack,
fast asleep.

Goodnight, everyone.