All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S05E18.The.Career.Girl.WEBRip.x264-ION10

I usually know exactly what gift
to give, with this pretty thing

'well, as you said before, we
don't know where she's headed.'

This is all my fault!

It's a regular nightclub
around here.

- Jason!
- Just a fight, dad.

What does the other fellow
look like?

I'm a failure at everything.

Self-pity is like quicksand.
It'll swallow you up quick.

I think maybe
you better start

thinking about somebody else
besides yourself for a little.

It had been
my father's dream

that each of his children
receive

at least a high school
education.

And for a good many years

there was a Walton
in every graduating class

of the Walton's Mountain
School.

So it was in 1937, when it came
time for my sister Erin

to leave behind security
of highschool

and to face
an uncertain future.

- We take this row right here?
- Alright.

I've never seen Erin
look so happy.

I hope she'll always be
as happy as she is today.

- She sure is pretty.
- Uh-huh.

- Congratulations, both of you.
- Thank you.

Oh, Zeb.

Flossie, you aiming
to graduate all over again?

Oh, I wish I could be
that young again.

Would that we could.

- How's Esther, Zeb?
- Getting along pretty good.

Her only regret is not being
here for Erin's graduation.

Sure that Curt and Mary
are taking good care of her.

They most surely are.

Doctors and nurses at
the hospital seem to be there

to help take care
of Esther Walton.

- Good morning.
- Oh, good morning.

We're going to be
a little bit late.

Late? Why so?

- Good morning.
- Hello.

Don't worry. They'll all
get here. They always do.

I'm not worried
about the graduates.

It's Superintendent Tolliver.
Can't start until he gets here.

Probably giving the same speech
over the county this morning.

I'm afraid he is.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Good morning, Doctor.

Think you'll get rid
of the Waltons?

I have a few more to go.

By the time they've
all graduated

there'll be grandchildren
coming along.

Oh, really? How many?

'Where's your wife?'

- Mr. Tolliver's not make it.
- Not going to make it?

His car's off the road, over
the other side of Lovingston.

- Told me to tell you.
- Is he alright?

He's alright.
But he's mad as a wet hen.

I gotta go get
a tow car for him.

At least he's not hurt.

Well, it doesn't matter.

You probably know that speech
by heart anyway, don't you?

- Oh, don't look at me.
- You're the substitute.

The distinguished alumnus,
the local editor and publisher

and my good friend.

I can't do that. Rosemary,
I can't make up a speech.

You'll be happy to know
that Superintendent Tolliver

is not hurt but his car
is in a ditch somewhere

north of Lovingston.

And at this moment, I would
gladly trade places

with his car.

Well, it's graduation day.
I remember it well.

It's a very important day,

a day that you should
hold onto in your memory.

It's a day when we, sort of

mark our new
beginning in the world

when we begin to move towards
the goals we set for ourselves.

And I think there's
a great deal of pleasure

in having goals to move towards,

and an even greater pleasure in
trying to achieve those goals.

Well, you've been educated

and you've been supported
by a very dedicated woman,

Rosemary Fordwick, so I know

you're all ready
for what's ahead.

I'm sure you won't forget
the support and the love

you had from your families,
your parents, your grandparents.

And I'd just like to wish you
all happy and productive lives.

- It was terrible.
- You were wonderful.

I'll push him in the ditch
every year. Thank you.

I'm going to have to ask you to
help me hand out the diplomas.

The names are up there.

I think we should
have him run for king.

He can't even clean spark plugs!

Well, he can't.

Jim-Bob, if he's
a king, he can have

other people do
his own spark-plugging.

Clara Bates.

Clara's aim is
a college education

at Westhampton College.

Congratulations.

John Charles Ridings.

John Charles will be joining
the Civilian Conservation Corps.

And we all approve
of your work, John.

Congratulations.

Merle Towbridge.

Merle is bound
for trade school in Westham.

His ambition is to
learn to build anything.

-Congratulations.
-Congratulations, Merle.

And a special one.

Oh, Erin Walton, yes.
Congratulations.

Erin. Goodness,
I'm not exactly sure

what Erin is going to be doing.

I guess it's a secret.

Congratulations, Erin.

Molly Zimmerman.

Molly will be a secretary at the
Highway Department next year.

-Congratulations.
-We wish you good luck.

Erin? There you are,
alone at last.

Come on, now. Put a smile
on that pretty face of yours.

Here is something that your
grandma was keeping especially

to give to you
on your graduation.

Thank you, Grandpa.

You needn't open it because
I can tell you what's in it.

It's that little
gold locket that

has your great-grandma's
picture in it.

Oh, Grandpa!

She knew that you'd
take special care of it.

Come on, now, say hello
to all your friends.

It's your graduation day.

Erin? Here, you
can open it later.

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Brimmer.

I usually know exactly
what gift to give

but with this pretty thing
well, as you said before,

we just don't know
where she's headed.

That's not exactly what I said.

Whatever Erin chooses
to do, we know she can do.

She just doesn't
know what it is yet.

It was simple
enough with John-Boy

and Jason and Mary Ellen.

We always knew what
they were going to be.

But... Good luck, dear.

Such a nice party.

I'll bet Olivia could
use some help about now.

- Oh, I'll do that.
- Not today. This is your day.

A used typewriter?

New typewriters cost up
to $50. I can't afford that!

I'd think the university would
have typewriters you could use.

They do, but you
gotta rent them.

The rate I type, by the
time I finished working

on the manuscript, I'd have
been able to afford a new one.

I don't know what
to do about it.

Erin.

Erin!

You haven't opened
any of your presents.

Oh, no.

Will you put
these with the others?

Do you really have
a secret ambition,

like Mrs. Fordwick said?

With the others, alright?

Why would you want
to keep it a secret?

Erin?

- Are you in there?
- I'm alright, Mama.

I hope so.

Lot of excitement for one day.

I'll bet you're dead tired.

I don't think it's that.

High school graduation.
Not many days like that in life.

Days that you plan
for and look forward to,

and you can't imagine
what they're gonna be like,

and just when you
think they're never

gonna get here,
they've come and gone.

I don't see why.

Well, days have to end, honey.

And when they've
been lovely days,

you feel kind of
hurt and let down.

It's natural.

It doesn't feel that way.
I feel so strange and different.

It's like I was something,
and now I'm not.

This won't last, Erin.

After this while, you'll look
forward to the next big day.

- And what's that?
- Well, that's up to you.

Are you coming downstairs?

As the truck pulled
out of the yard,

the young man looked
for as long as he could.

But then the house was gone
in a turning of the road,

and only the memory of the
warmth and

happiness he had
known there remained.

On the bus he found himself
seated beside an old farmer.

"Going far, son?"
the old man asked.

"Right far," the boy replied,

and watched as the bus arrived
at the crest of the mountain

and went on into
the beckoning world.

By the way, John-Boy,
you talked really good today.

Thank you.

Have you ever thought
about going into politics?

No, never. Never.

You should. You sound
real good at the time,

and then later on,
no one knows what you said.

Just read the proof, will you?

It's true! It's good for you.

You'll realize it
one of these days.

Well, this is a dumb ad.

Yeah? Well, you write the ads.

Not this one, look. "Wanted.
Typewriter in good condition.

"Urgent need. Contact John
Walton, Jr.,

care of this newspaper."

What's wrong with that?

"Urgent need."
You sound desperate.

Well, I am desperate!

I can't afford to pay
much for a typewriter,

and publishers demand
typed manuscripts.

John-Boy, you can be desperate.
You just can't sound desperate.

If you are, you lose all
your bargaining position.

Just print the ad.

Another graduation gift?

It's from G.W.

What did he give you?
A quart of oil?

It's cologne.
It really smells, too.

It's too bad G.W. was late.

Well, I guess I'd better
go take this dress off.

You look real
pretty in it, honey.

Thank you, Daddy.
The party was real nice, Mama.

We wanted you to have
something fine to remember.

Well, I guess it's all over now.

Her grandma not being here
must've been hard on her.

It's hard on all of us.

She hasn't smiled
since she got her diploma.

I keep thinking
it's just the letdown.

Well, Rosemary's right.

She's the first
one of our children

who doesn't have
a special ambition.

I never even thought of it.

She's a looker, though, like
her ma. She'll do just fine.

Hey, John-Boy, Ben, Jason.

- Hello, Mary Ellen.
- Mary Ellen.

I just came from the hospital.
Grandma sends her love.

- Oh.
- How's she feeling?

Oh, she's fretting
and restless.

Grandma, when she
can't be moving around.

- Yeah.
- Caged bobcat.

But she seems to
be feeling better.

I'm sure she isif she's
starting to get ornery.

If she was sitting around

that hospital not saying
anything, it's worrying.

That's what Curt says.

Must bother her though,

not being able to know what
everyone's doing around here.

She's concerned that we're
upset, she's the cause of it.

She wants us to go
on like before.

That's what
we've been doing.

Erin, we're both
gonna be late!

Since she graduated, she
doesn't hurry to do anything.

Not true. She'll catch up for
Ms. Fannie Tate if she's late.

How much you want?

I'll be here a minute. I gotta
get Erin to Miss Fannys'.

Don't block the gas pump.

Doesn't matter. Nobody's
coming around here anyway.

- Darnedest thing.
- What?

Seems like lately somebody's
been wearing banana oil.

- Are you sure?
- Well, I know banana oil.

'That's what I paint
my model airplanes with.'

- Is it this?
- That's it.

This is the cologne G.W.
gave me, Jim-Bob.

Hey! Somebody's got a typewriter
for sale in Rockfish!

Hey, John-Boy, you know
Erin's making model airplanes?

Let's go, John-Boy.

Jim-Bob.

I'm paying you good money
to watch that gas pump out there

and not to come in here
and sample the cold pop.

Well, if anybody drove up
and says, "Fill 'er up,"

I'd fall dead from surprise.

Well, this post office brings
lots of people in here.

You know, like John-Boy.
Of course, not all of them buy,

but we in the grocery business,
we call that "traffic".

Why do you want traffic
if nobody buys anything?

Because sometimes they do.

You know, they remember things
that they wanted.

Of course, John-Boy,
he's different.

Now, lots of times,
when he comes to the store,

and he says he's asking for
mail, it's just an excuse.

But what he really comes in for
is to get stories from me.

Well, he's always
looking for stories.

And I got that
figured out, though.

You know that book
he says he's writing?

I'll bet you dollars to
doughnuts that he's writing

that book about me.

He says it's about the family.

Well, he says it's about
the family, but, you know,

when he comes in here,
I notice the way he watches me,

and it's like he's making notes
in his mind.

And everybody knows that
this store here is the center

of everything that happens
on Walton's Mountain.

-Everybody knows that.
-I guess so.

Oh, no, that's for sure.

This General Merchandise store
is the crossroads of life around
here.

If I were writing
a book about this area,

I'd come right in here
and come right up to me.

Do you... Did you ever read
John-Boy's book?

No.

-Do you know who it's about?
-No.

Well, I provided him
with the Godsey family tree,

and I gave him
the Godsey photo album

with pictures of me
way back to when I was a baby.

That book has gotta be
about me. Nobody else.

Like I said, Ike,
I just don't know.

Jim-Bob, would you
do me a favor?

Sure.

Next time you're around where
John-Boy is writing his book,

would you kind of take a look?

Well, there's nothing
wrong with that.

After all, we're all gonna read
the book sooner or later, right?

I don't think he wants anybody
to read it till it's finished.

Well, wait a second. You and I
are just not "anybody".

You are his blood brother.

And I am...

I'm about as close to an uncle
as anybody could get, right?

And besides,
I've done you some favors.

Remember I gave you
my bike and you rode it

in the motorcycle race?

And then I gave you the job
here, pumping gas.

I think the next time
that you got an opportunity

you could just kind of
take a look in his book

and kind of skim through it,
huh?

Would you like some pop?

I just don't know.

Well, I have to think about it.

Closest I ever got
to a typewriter was that old one

I used to borrow from
the Baldwin ladies.

And that one burned up
in the fire.

John-Boy, how long have you
wanted to be a writer?

Well, I can't ever remember
not wanting to be one.

Seems like I was
probably born that way.

Must be nice knowing
exactly what you want.

Oh, it is.

But what I want right now
is a typewriter.

Good luck with the typewriter.

-I'll pick you up later.
-Okay.

Number, please? Thank you.

Number, please? Thank you.

Oh! That music is so stirring.

Why, it's no wonder we all march
straight away from graduation

to meet the challenge
of our world.

Number, please? Thank you.

Oh, how I wanted to be
at your graduation.

It was real nice.

Oh, thank you.

-Could you guess what it is?
-No, ma'am, I can't.

I can't bear it. I can't wait!

Sure is a pretty bow.

Can't remember
when I couldn't tie a bow.

I really fancy a nice bow.

Miss Fanny,
I really appreciate these.

Oh, my goodness, child.

They're yours to enjoy.

-Would you like to try them on?
-Oh, sure.

Number, please?
Thank you, Mr. Shelby.

Oh, they look real pretty.

The keys sure do jam up,
don't they?

If we do work this trade,
how long you gonna run my ad?

-Paper's not free, you know.
-Sorry.

Maybe a nice picture in here,
catch the eye.

Mr. Carr, I'm gonna need
a typewriter that works.

Some beauties there.

Thirty, thirty-five,
high as $50.

This one's as smooth
as a Super Six.

Yeah, well, what's the chance
I could get this one fixed up?

Sure. New platen,
keyboard needs some help.

Those strikers are bent,
ribbon's worn through.

Rollers slip something awful.

Fix all that up, you're talking
15, 20 more dollars.

I'm sorry, Mr. Carr,
but I don't think

we're going to be
able to do business.

Might be your need
wasn't as urgent as you thought.

Sorry.

Erin, what's wrong
with staying on with Miss Tatum?

You wouldn't understand.

You get to talk to people
all the time.

-But I never see them.
-But you know all of them.

And they never see me.
It's as if I haven't got

a face or a name.

And besides, I've gone as far as
I can with that job, anyway.

I'd be going through
the rest of my life

saying, "Number, please?"

It seems to me
Miss Tatum's pretty happy there.

-Well, I believe she is.
-Well, then what's the problem?

I told you you
wouldn't understand.

You're right.

Erin, I don't know
what Daddy's gonna think.

I won't be long.

-Want me to go in with you?
-No, just wait out here.

-Well, wish me luck.
-Good luck.

Just a minute.

Nine-five, eight, one...

Eight, two, eight, one,
and there, one makes 19.

Hello.

The sign says
you're looking for a waitress.

Well, you're no waitress.

Oh, but I could be. You see, I
come from a real big family.

I take plates to the table
and I clear it

and I even wash and dry dishes.

I can do everything
a waitress does.

Everyone at your house so ugly?

I don't know.

-Still in school?
-No, I graduated from high
school.

Well, I don't run a tea room.

Your mother know
you come to ask for this job?

I'd want that.

Ask your folks. If it's right
with them, it's right with me.

Alright.

Well, Mama, what do you think?

I think if we don't sit down and
eat,supper's gonna get cold.

Mama, where's Jim-Bob?

He's having supper
with Patsy at Mrs. Brimmer's.

You really have a secret
ambition, don't you, Erin?

Be a better time
to talk about this.

But, Daddy,
I've got to know.

You don't have to
know this second.

Oh, that truck stop's
not a bad place.

You sure won't find
the King of England there.

Prince of Wales maybe,
looking for Mrs. Simpson,

I doubt you'll find
the King of England

hanging around any
of our truck stops.

Daddy?

As far as I'm concerned,
it's alright, honey.

Thank you.

Well, Mama, what do you think?

It seems to me, I've been saying
"no" to y'all most your lives.

If your daddy says it's alright,
I respect his decision.

I can understand you
wanting to be independent

and do something on your own.

Just remember
you're a young lady.

Make sure those people
you're working for know that.

I will, Mama.

-Thank you, Mama.
-Now, Pa, say some grace.

Dear Father,
look down upon us this evening,

remember those missing
from amongst our company.

Look down with favor
upon them also. Amen.

Ben?

Ben!

Ben...

Oh, it's you, Jim-Bob.

Well, I was looking for Ben.

He's not here.

-Where's John-Boy?
-He's not here, either.

Just you?

What're you doing in here,
anyway, young man?

'Cause you look like a cat
just got caught dipping its paw

into the goldfish bowl.
What are you up to?

Nothing, Grandpa.

Oh, yes, you are. I can tell by
the expression on your face.

Don't you fib to me. What are
you doing in here anyway?

Well, I was looking in the book
John-Boy is writing.

That is an invasion of privacy,
James Robert.

Yes, sir. I'm sorry.

Invasion of privacy.

Of course, after all, he is
writing about the family, isn't
he?

Let's just have a look
and see what he's been up to.

He won't mind.

Well, let's begin
at the beginning.

Here, "It is spring
on Walton's Mountain.

"The dogwood and
the trailing arbutus..."

-Grandpa?
-Oh, dear.

-What are you two doing here?
-Oh, well, I...

-I just come in. I come in here.
-Pencil.

A pencil. That's right.
Thank you, James Robert.

A pencil. I found it.

Oh, dear, he's plumb
wore out his eraser.

Well, how do I look?

You just smile at
the customers and be the girl

your daddy said you were.

You can start by cleaning
those dishes off that table.

Alright.

Give me a cup of coffee
and a ham on rye, baby!

Oh, Jason.

Did Mama and Daddy
send you down here to watch me?

No, we just didn't know
what time you'd be through.

I'll be done at 10:00.

-Alright, I'll pick you up.
-Okay.

-Good luck.
-Oh, thank you.

-You look real good.
-Thanks.

-Bye-bye.
-Bye-bye.

I'm glad Grandma doesn't have to
know where Erin's working.

She'd have something
to say about it, alright.

I guess it's worth it
if the job lifts Erin's spirits.

She's been so downed by
everything, since graduation.

That's why I let her do it.

I guess there comes a time
when parents have to do more

than be against
their children's ideas.

And this is one of those times.

Why don't you try
and get some sleep?

I'll stay awake
until she gets home.

Oh, hi, Jason. I'll be through
in a minute, alright?

Okay. Thank you.

There you go.

Little lady? Come here a minute.

Can I get you something, sir?

Yeah, who's that skinny kid over
there, is that your boyfriend?

No, that's my brother.

I'm sure
he wouldn't mind you being

a little bit friendly,
would he?

-Would he, huh?
-Can I get you something, sir?

Sure. Why don't you
come over here...

-Let go my arm, please!
-I wanna talk to you.

Please? Let go off my arm!

-Please? Let go! Please, let go!
-Alright, mister, cut it out.

-Jason, no! Jason, no!
-Cut it out.

Jason!

Alright, stop!

Jason, stop! Jason, no!

Stop it! Stop!

Stop it! Jason!

Sorry.

Sit down.

-Erin, is that you?
-Yes, Daddy.

-Jason with you?
-Yes.

-I can't believe this happened.
-Well, try.

I'm gonna go up to bed.

No Jason, sit down.
You're bleeding.

I've to wipe your face.

That's just fine.
Thanks. That's enough.

I've got to help you.

-A glass of milk would be great.
-Alright.

Everything alright?

Oh, no. This is all my fault!

It's getting to be a regular
nightclub around here.

-Jason!
-Just a fight, Dad.

What does the
other fellow look like?

I didn't hurt him much.

I hope it's not as bad as it
looks. You look awful.

It's not that bad, Mama.

What's the matter
with your hand?

It's alright.
I just want to go to bed.

Why do you hold
your wrist like that?

Better have Curt
look at this in the morning.

-What's going on?
-Oh, it's Jason, a fight.

Jason in a fight?
Jason, what happened to you?

Well, some big fellow
down at the diner

took a fancy to Erin's arm
and didn't want to let go.

I told you this was
all my fault.

If it's anybody's fault,
it's ours.

We never should've
let you go there.

Are you alright?

Ever hear of
a one-handed guitar player?

Can you move those fingers?

Mrs. Brimmer, I just don't know
a thing about it.

You have to ask
what got into John Walton.

From what I heard,
he wasn't even there.

But he gave Erin leave
to take that waitress job

and I ask "why"?

You'll just have to ask John
when you see him.

Well, I wouldn't pry!

Oh, here comes John-Boy now.
You can ask him.

John-Boy, we were just speaking
about Jason, the poor boy.

Yeah, how is he?
Is he as bad as we've heard?

Well, probably not. Everyone's
taking pretty good care of him.

I think he's doing as well
as can be expected.

-Well, that's wonderful news.
-Yeah, that's good news.

And I suppose you're here
for mail, huh?

That's exactly
what I'm here for.

Sorry.

Wouldn't you think there'd be
somebody in the county

that'd have a typewriter
for sale?

John-Boy, I believe I have one.

It's in a nice case up
on the storage shelf.

You have a typewriter?

Well, at least he said
it was a typewriter.

Charley, Mr. Greenwood left that
here, must be a year ago now.

I don't know how he
could've forgotten it.

I think he meant to. He was
behind in his rent payments.

I think he drank some.

In fact, the night
before he left

I heard this terrible crash like
he'd crashed down in the room.

There was this awful thud.

Awful thud.

You think that's why
Mr. Greenwood

never came back for it?

Mary Ellen, what's taking so
long?

They're probably just talking.
They'll be out in a minute.

Jason isn't gonna die,
you know.

Mary Ellen, don't talk
like that.

Well, don't act like that, Erin.

Jason's been in fights before.
He'll probably be in fights
again.

Yeah, but this one was my fault.

-If I hadn't been there...
-Well, you were there.

And I shouldn't have been.

Well, you can't change that now.
Besides, you didn't hit Jason.

The guy who tried
to maul you did.

-What if he hadn't been there?
-But he was.

That's what I mean.

Erin, you've got to take things
the way they are,

not the way you wish they were.

Jason?

-It's not broken.
-I don't believe you.

It's not.

He's got some bone-bruises
and the muscles

and the ligaments need to mend.

The sling's mostly
to rest his hand.

And remind him not to use it.

Curt, how long do you think
itll' be before it heals?

-About a month, maybe longer.
-A month?

Oh, Jason, that means you're
gonna lose a whole month's pay,

all on account of me.

-Oh, Erin.
-It might not take that long.

You keep staring like that,
your eyes are gonna pop out.

You had your tongue
sticking out.

Get out, will you?

Can't you write
with your left hand?

No, I can't.

Then how are you gonna
do your schoolwork?

I don't know.

Hey, short stuff, wait a minute.

You think if I dictated this to
you, you could copy it down?

-Like a secretary?
-Sure.

Just start here on the top line
and write down what I tell you.

I'm ready.

-Well, say something.
-I'm thinking.

Well, you think,
and I'll come back later.

No, here, here,
write this down.

"In considering a characteristic
composition of Franz Liszt,

-"it is necessary to..."
-France who?

-Liszt.
-Like a grocery list?

Elizabeth, this is
not working out.

You use such dumb words. Why
don't you get Erin to help you?

She's just in the next room.
Erin!

I'd hate to ask her.
She feels so bad already.

Well, she's the one who should
be doing it.

After all, it's all on account
of her that you can't write.

-What do you want?
-Will you write for me?

This paper's due for tomorrow.

Sure.

-What do you want to say?
-You'll find out.

France list!

I forgot about your schoolwork.
How are you gonna write?

That's what you're doing
for me right now.

I mean at school.

Well, I guess all
but the most important stuff

will just have to wait until
this heals up.

-Well, go ahead.
-Alright.

"In considering a characteristic
composition of Franz Liszt.."

Oh, Jim-Bob.

-Got a new key-making machine.
-That's neat, Ike.

Come on over here
and I'll show you how it works.

I know how it works.

You can't see it from there.
Come on over here, closer!

John-Boy's book,
did you read it?

Yeah, I looked through
it real fast.

And who's it about?

Mostly about people
that live around here.

-I'm in it?
-No.

-What do you mean I'm not in it?
-I couldn't find you.

Well... I'll be
right with you, ma'am.

Oh, maybe he's using different
name. You know, writers do that.

What's the name of the man
who runs the grocery store?

-Where?
-In the book.

I didn't see anything
about a store.

Do you mean he wrote a whole
book about Walton's Mountain

and not once he mentioned
either me or my store?

Jim-Bob, that's impossible.

Don't blame me.
I didn't write it.

Here you go, honey. Your mama
fixed everything you like.

Thank you, Daddy.

Are you feverish or anything?

You feeling alright?

Now, Erin, I'm not very good
at guessing about you.

Is it Jason? 'Cause that's over
and done with now.

Everything I try
to do turns out wrong.

I couldn't marry Chad.

So now he's up on the mountain
all alone, building his cabin.

I'm a failure at everything.

If it were one of your brothers,
I'd know what to do about you.

I guess you don't grab
your daughters by the neck

and yank her out of bed.

Honey, listen, there's nothing
you can't say to me.

Nothing that you can think
or hope or dream

that I won't listen to.

You better not give in to it.

Feeling sorry for yourself,
you'll get nowhere fast.

But I can't help it.

Well, maybe some tough things
have happened to you,

and you think you got cause.

Self-pity is just
like quicksand.

It'll swallow you up quick.

Please go.

Okay.

I think maybe you better start
thinking about somebody else

besides yourself
for a little while.

Hey! Hey, where's Ben
taking Erin?

-Over to Miss Tatum's.
-That was supposed to be my job.

Somebody got out of bed
stirring around.

You know anything about that?

Oh. Well, we kind of
had a little discussion.

I sort of told her
she ought to start thinking

about somebody else
for a change.

Being an older brother
makes it easy, huh?

It's kinda like grabbing
somebody by the back of the neck

and yanking them out of bed.

-Ben, stop the car.
-What's the matter?

Nothing, I just want to
get out now, okay?

You go home and I'll go
to Miss Fanny's by myself.

You're not gonna try
to get some fool job, are you?

-No, nothing like that. Bye-bye.
-Okay, bye-bye.

Hello? Yes, it is.

No, there's no one here at the
moment. May I take a message?

Alright. Thank you.

Business School.

No, I'm just helping out.

If you'll give me your name,
I'll have someone call you.

Thank you.

Oh, it just kept buzzing.

-Well, who on earth are you?
-My name is Erin Walton.

I work part-time for Miss Tatum.
Well, this one's a lot simpler.

Well, let's talk about you.
How much time could you give me?

Beg your pardon?

There's the switchboard and just
a few clerical duties and...

Oh, I'm sorry,
where are my manners?

I'm Miss Jane Stevens.
And this is my business school.

-Hello.
-Hi.

What I really came about
was this typewriter over here.

I hoped you wanted a job.

My brother really
needs a typewriter.

-Would you like to try it?
-Sure. Thank you.

Thanks for the ride.

-Hi, John-Boy.
-Hi.

You know, I stopped by the
telephone office,

but you weren't there.

Well, I'm sorry I missed you.

-Hey, Erin, how you feeling?
-Just wonderful, Ben.

-Ben, what... What...
-Didn't she just this morning...

I know, but I don't understand.

Hey, Ike. Got any mail for us?

Yeah, well, okay.
Well, I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Nothing for us, huh?

-I've something, John Walton Jr.
-What?

You're a newspaper man.
I've some news for you.

Oh, really?

I wouldn't be in your book
if you paid me!

Now, Fern, don't you think
I have every right

to feel the way I do?

After all I've taught her,
everything I've done for her.

It's not my way to criticize,
but it's just that

she's spending much more time
there than she is here,

and I simply feel that this is
where she ought to be.

Miss Fanny? I'm looking for
Erin. Do you know where she is?

Now, John-Boy,
you know how fond I am of her.

Do you know where she is?

-She's at the business school.
-The business school?

If you've been standing there
listening, you should know that!

Great. Thank you very much.

Now, Fern, where was I?

Erin.

What are you doing here?

John-Boy, you're not supposed to
know about this.

You're holding down
two jobs now?

Ben'll come and pick me up.
So you can leave now.

Erin, would you file these
for me, please?

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you.

-May we help you with something?
-I don't know.

-No, we can't.
-Erin!

My name's John Walton, Jr.,
ma'am.

Oh, Miss Jane Stevens.

-How do you do?
-Hi.

John-Boy, I have a ride home.

Oh, you must be the brother.
The writer?

I am.

Erin, how come
you don't go to school here?

Because I'm too busy
working here.

I'll bet you like it,
don't you?

-What difference does it make?
-A lot.

I'll bet she's good
at this kind of work.

Well, she's perfectly fine.

She'd probably be better at it
if she learned

shorthand and typing though.

Well, yes.

Ma'am, I run a newspaper.

Now, it's not a big newspaper,
it's a small country newspaper.

But I'd be willing
to give you anything you wanted

in the way of advertising
for your school

in exchange for her tuition.

What kind of a family are you?

I wish you hadn't come.

Erin, you don't see the answer
to your problem

when it's staring you right
in the face, do you?

This is too heavy for me.

Oh. Where would you
like me to take it?

Where would you like to take it,
Mr. Walton?

Erin's been working here
to buy that for you.

Well, don't drop it, John-Boy.

No, no. I won't, no.

Are you always this thoughtful
of each other?

No.

I mean, sometimes
he's just awful.

Yeah, it's true.

Excuse me.

-Thank you, Erin.
-You're welcome.

The family was grateful
and pleased that Erin

found a role for herself
in life.

She did go
to business school

enjoyed it and excelled
in her work.

Later she married and mothered
a family of her own.

The typewriter?

It typed my first novel and
interrupted the quiet nights

on Walton's Mountain
for years to come.

Hey, John-Boy, I can't sleep
when that typewriter's going!

No one can.
I mean it, Son, stop the typing!

John-Boy's not home yet.
I'm working on something.

Elizabeth?

I wanna get an early start
on my career, Mama.

After all, I graduate from high
school in about eight years!

Goodnight, Elizabeth.

Goodnight, Mama.
Goodnight, Daddy.

Goodnight, everybody.