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Do you like it this way, Mama?

You've got that special
light in your eye. Who is he?

Do you think it makes me look
more older, more sophisticated?

Erin, you haven't answered me.

I can't tell you, Mama.
You'd think I'm crazy.

We've always been
honest with each other.

Well,

I think I've met the man,
I'm going to marry.

JOHN-BOY: Early in
September of 1939,

shortly after Hitler
invaded Poland,

England delivered
an ultimatum

that Germany
withdraw her troops.

And while war clouds
were building over Europe,

our family was to face
a disturbing conflict

over the arrival of
a new and controversial

figure in our community.

(DOOR OPENING)

Mary Ellen, you look wonderful.

-I feel wonderful!
-Hi.

Is it kicking?

I think he's asleep.
He hasn't kicked for 10 minutes.

Chamberlain should be on by now.

ANNOUNCER ON RADIO:
We just received word

that our shortwave
crews are ready,

and we will
switch to England

for Neville Chamberlain's
address to the world.

OLIVIA: Jason! Pull a chair for
your sister! A comfortable one.

BEN: Beat you.

There you go.

-Thanks.
-An armchair built for two!

I like this treatment. I'm
gonna get pregnant once a year.

You better check with
your doctor, first.

ANNOUNCER ON RADIO:
We now hear

a statement by
the Prime Minister.

NEVILLE CHAMBERLAIN:
I am speaking to you

from the Cabinet Room
at 10 Downing Street.

This morning the British
Ambassador in Berlin

handed the German government
the final note

stating that unless we heard
from them by 11:00

that they were
prepared at once

to withdraw their
troops from Poland,

a state of war
would exist between us.

I have to tell
you now that

no such undertaking
has been received

and that, consequently,

this country is
at war with Germany.

You can imagine what
a bitter blow it is to me...

Seems like it had to be.

Puts France in the middle.

We're gonna have
to jump in with England.

I just pray that they can
bring it to an end soon.

If Sarah comes, tell her
I'll be upstairs dressing.

You going somewhere, Mama?

Boatwright University
to pick out a new minister.

I don't know what
that Hitler wants.

He already has Czechoslovakia.

This is what he's after.

The Polish corridor in Danzig.

It's the best port
on the Baltic Sea.

(HAWK SCREAMING)

Hey!

Get out of here.

-What's going on?
-Chicken hawk!

Now we know what's
been taking our chickens!

-What's all the commotion?
-I'll tell you later.

We'll be late for Corabeth.

BOTH: How nice you look!

Bye!

Alright, get out of sight.
I wanna see him try to take

another one of
them chickens. Come on.

-(WHISPERING) Jim-Bob.
-See him coming?

Elizabeth, get out of the way.

See how he uses the wind
currents, trimming his

tail feathers and wings just
enough to bank and wheel?

Listen to that boy.

He don't think about anything,
unless it has to do with flying.

I'll bet you that hawk knows as
much about flying as Lindbergh!

That hawk has one thing in mind,
stealing my chickens.

Instead of shooting him,
couldn't I capture him?

What for?

JIM-BOB: I'd take him back
in the mountains someplace.

I tell you what, I will help
you capture that hawk.

-Gee, thanks, Grandpa.
-Mmm-hmm.

Alright, you can
try to capture him.

He comes back here and try
to steal one more chicken

I'm gonna shoot him on sight.

It has been all too long since
I'm back to Jefferson County,

but you ladies,
by just coming here,

are bringing the beauty
of the mountain to me.

Dean Beck, you are most gallant.

How is John-Boy?

He's fine, he's working
on his second novel.

-We miss him.
-Hmm.

You'll sorely miss Reverend
Fordwick. A fine man.

Difficult to replace.

However, we need
religious guidance.

Mrs. Bridges, Mrs. Walton
and I have been chosen

as a committee to make
recommendation to the deacon.

Mmm-hmm.

I have a candidate waiting.

Hank, would you come in, please?

Hello, Dean Beck.

I'd like to introduce
Reverend Henry Buchanan.

-Mrs. Walton.
-Hello, Mrs. Walton.

How do you do?

-Mrs. Godsey.
-Hello.

-And Mrs. Bridges.
-Hello.

Hank, why don't you sit there?

Where everyone can get
a good look at me. Alright.

Left profile, right
profile, full face.

Wanted. A job
on Walton's Mountain.

-Reverend Buchanan?
-Call me Hank, please.

Good. Who needs
formalities, right?

If I hear Henry, I turn around
to see if my daddy is behind me.

He's a minister, too.

Daddy could talk the devil
into being dunked in the river

if he could get a hold of him.
He's hot on his trail, too.

You have a most
unorthodox way of

expressing yourself
for a young minister.

Well, I believe in plain speech.

Is there anything that
you'd like to ask us?

I understand there's some
fine fishing up your way.

My husband could
tell you about that.

I went trout fishing once,
up at Crabtree Falls.

It's beautiful country up there.

Ours is an isolated
little village.

Culture is virtually unknown.

Well, I feel
I would like it there.

I'd like to try it.

Do you wish to ask
Hank any questions?

Reverend Buchanan,
are you married?

No. No, I'm not.

Reverend Fordwick
and his wife Rosemary

were so much
a part of the community,

it's gonna be hard
for anyone to replace them.

I wouldn't try to replace
Reverend Fordwick.

I would hope to find my own
place in your community.

Well, it was
a pleasure meeting you.

And I hope I can meet
your families soon.

I'm not shy, so I won't
beat around the bush.

I'd like to be your minister.

Thanks again, Dean.

-Goodbye.
-OLIVIA: Goodbye.

Ladies, what do you think?

He is not, in
his own words, shy.

He reminds me of John.
If John were a preacher.

Olivia! What a thought!

We only saw him
briefly, this one time.

What do we really
know about him?

Perhaps I can help.

Hank is young, about 26,

but this would not
be his first church.

Are you suggesting, Dean Beck,

that young Reverend Buchanan
is a nomad?

Hank is a bit of
a rebel, but a doer.

He's going to make
a fine minister.

Well, he's got my vote.
I think he's adorable.

I think I've made my position
clear. I am against him.

I vote for him, too.

Well, there you're Corabeth.
Two against one.

You're going to like
our new preacher, John.

First thing he talked
about was fishing.

Is that so?

He's gonna bring a lot
of people into the church.

You never give up, do you, Liv?

I don't give in to Corabeth
and her stiff-backed ways.

That's not what
I mean, and you know it.

I hope you're not
thinking, just because

I go fishing with
this new minister,

come Baptism time, I'm gonna
let him put me under the water.

-You're gonna like Hank.
-Hank?

That's what you'll
be calling him before long.

-You're going to like him.
-You said that, Liv.

You are.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

ELIZABETH: What in
the world is that?

This here contraption is going
to out-Rube Rube Goldberg.

Whatever that means?

We're gonna capture hawk in case
he tries to eat our chickens.

This here chicken is gonna stay
here under the wire, as a decoy.

We'll keep her nice and
contented with some feed.

The hawk will see
and come swooping down.

Grandpa, it's my idea.

Oh, yeah. Yes, yes, I know.

See when the hawk comes down
here to grab the chicken,

we'll pull those ropes over
there and the net will fall.

GRANDPA: Let's test it!

There she blows!

(AIMEE AND ELIZABETH LAUGHING)

Looks to me like you've got
a few adjustments to make.

Maybe I ought to
keep my shotgun handy.

It won't work.
Let's try the snare.

BUCHANAN: Good morning!

-I'm Hank Buchanan.
-John Walton.

-Hi.
-This is my pa.

The new preacher.

Welcome to
the Walton's Mountain.

Thank you, Mr. Walton.
I like it already.

This here's my daughter
Elizabeth, my son Jim-Bob,

and the neighbor down
the road, Aimee Godsey.

Aimee Godsey, I've
met your mother already.

Yes, sir.

Hi, Mrs. Walton,
good to see you again!

Did you've
trouble finding us?

No, I pointed the car,
it seemed to know the way.

Good sign already.

-You got a nice car.
-Thanks.

Oh, yes, and my daughter, Erin.
This is Reverend Buchanan.

-Hi.
-Hello.

Handsome women in your family.

Does that include me?

It most certainly
does, Elizabeth.

Goes for you, too, Aimee.

I better get on
to the parsonage and unpack.

Know where it's, across the
church, first house on the left.

Alright.

The key is under the mat,
there's food in the ice box.

Few curves on the way.

Well, I'll try not
to straighten them out!

Goodbye.

Boy, what a car!

I don't see anything
wrong with him.

Who said there was?

Mama says he's not going
to fit in around here.

I bet he does. He remembered
everybody's names, right off.

He's a bright young man.

Takes a lot of ability
to fill up the collection plate,

and I predict that
young man will go far.

Jim-Bob.

What did you think of him?

Seems like a nice enough fellow.

You'll like him.

He's peachy, Mama!

Why don't we invite
for Sunday dinner?

We ought to let him settle in
first. We shouldn't rush things.

But isn't that what
you're supposed to do

for a new minister?
Try and make him feel at home?

You like him, don't you?

Is he married, Mama?

Good service, Reverend.

See you next Sunday.

- Goodbye
- Goodbye, Erin.

Fine sermon. New ideas, too.

Thank you. I try to make
my sermons interesting.

Sometimes I have
to resort to shouting.

Did you ever think about
giving a sermon about the war?

It's getting hotter every day,

and people have to
face up to the facts of life.

-I'd think, if I was you.
-I will think about it.

Mrs. Godsey, your
solo was beautiful.

You are most kind.

Come, Mr. Godsey.

I'd think about that sermon,
and everybody doing their part.

Okay.

That was a good
service, young man.

I didn't go to sleep but once.

Thanks for coming, Zeb.

Tell John I'm sorry
I didn't see him here.

I will, okay.

-Reverend, I'm Mrs. Brimmer.
-Hello.

I'd like you to come by and have
supper

with me and my
boarders one day soon.

Ask him, Mama,
before he's all taken.

Before that, I'll drop
by with a covered dish

of my chicken
and dumplings for you.

-Fine.
-Reverend.

Goodbye.

You must have had a tiring day,
meeting all those people.

How about coming and having some
Sunday supper with us?

Just the family.

-I'd love to, Mrs. Walton.
-Good.

(SINGING) Down in the meadow
in an itty bitty pool

Swam three little fishies
and the mama fish, too

"Swim!" said the mama fishy
"Swim if you can!"

And they swam and they swam
all over the dam

Boop boop dittem
dattem wattem, chu

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

John, will you get the door?

That smells good, Liv.

Girls! Stop that singing!

Jason, don't encourage them!

-Reverend, welcome
-Hi, John.

-Hi, Curtis.
-Hi, Reverend.

(SINGING) "Swim!" said the mama
fishy "Swim if you can!"

And they swam and they swam
all over the dam

The girls. They've
been walking in the woods.

They're washing up.

-Hi, Mary Ellen.
-Reverend.

What am I going to have in
Sunday School, a boy or a girl?

I dunno, maybe one of each.

She won't believe me. I tell
her it's going to be a boy.

One boy.

-My great-grandson.
-Hi, Zeb.

BUCHANAN: Jason, nice touch.
JASON: Thanks.

Jason's been studying
at the Kleinberg Conservatory.

He's gonna graduate soon.

Then he can work full time
at the Dew Drop Inn.

That is the sportiest place
this side of Sodom and Gomorrah!

OLIVIA: Grandpa!

Dinner will be ready in 15
minutes if you all wanna talk.

Man, oh, man! The gall
of that man, Hitler.

First thing you know,
there's gonna be

submarines right
off Virginia Beach.

You know what, Corabeth?

I think I'm going to apply for
that job of air raid warden.

Siren on the roof, free
literature, signs in the window.

And air raid drills, that can't
hurt business, either.

Mr. Godsey, our
country is not at war!

Well, it's just a matter
of time, we're gonna be.

Mr. Godsey, I find
your preoccupation

with this matter
extremely disagreeable.

Corabeth, you've never been the
easiest person to understand,

but lately you just have...
Well, you've been so touchy!

I am painfully injured that the
Waltons invited the new minister

to dinner and did not invite us.

They've got a whole house full
of people over there,

what with Curt and Mary Ellen.

I am a relative. Distant, but
nevertheless, a relative.

Furthermore, I've been selected
as a member of the committee

to choose and now
judge this man.

I think

that I will invite young

Reverend Buchanan
over next Sunday,

as a Christian
gesture to a newcomer.

Although I still harbor
distinct reservations

about his appointment.

Nevertheless,

we are civilized.

And I am not inviting
any of the Waltons.

-Hey, John.
-Morning, Reverend.

You going fishing?

Soon as I get my
tackle figured out.

Mind waiting till after church?
I'd like to go with you.

Alright. Late afternoon
fishing's good enough.

Why don't I just meet you in
church? We can go from there.

Why don't you come by after
church, pick me up?

Alright. See you then.

Hey, Grandpa!

Grandpa! It's the hawk!

GRANDPA: We'll
snare him this time.

Guess he was too smart for us.

GRANDPA: Oh, he must have
seen the chicken wire.

That wire's throwing a glare.
The snares look white.

Paint them green, grass green.

We can use all
the advice we can get.

See, I raised myself a genius!
He must have read my thoughts.

Well, I'm gonna call.

That's too bad.

Deuces full of tens.

(HORACE GROANING)

We'll look in on Yancy. He
knows where they're biting.

All righty.

Homey, ain't it?

Going to be watching
you every minute.

-Hey, John.
-Yancy, Horace.

You and your friend
want to pull up a box?

Sit down over here, John. Help
me keep an eye on this Yancy.

I want you fellows to meet

Hank Buchanan,
the new minister in town.

We always give
the money back, Your Ministry.

Yeah, well, I'm
taking mine back, now.

Looks like the game's over.

BUCHANAN: Hold on a minute.

John, we got some time,
before we hit the stream?

It's a little early
for late fishing.

Alright, boys.

Dealer's choice, five
card draw, no stakes.

-No stakes!
-No stakes?

That's good. My deal next.

We'll play Spit in the Ocean!

-See you later, John.
-Alright, Reverend.

Bye, Olivia.

What did you catch?

All I caught was
a straight flush.

Sounds like poker talk to me.

Yeah, we went by Yancy's,
fell into a game.

You and Reverend Buchanan?

Yeah.

If he was playing cards,

I bet you and Yancy
talked him into it.

We didn't talk him out of it.

It was just for fun, Liv.
No money involved.

I think that's shameful.

You know that war sermon
I was talking to you about?

You know that in London they're
putting up barrage balloons

in case the bombers come over?

Now, that's the kind of thing
that we should be doing.

In your Bible studies, you must
have read all the versions,

which of the translators
do you prefer?

Oh, yeah, Corabeth's
been brushing up on

the Bible, preparing
for your coming over.

From the not-too-distant days
of my formal schooling,

I have continued to remain
well-read and properly informed.

Well, then you
probably know that

the Bible's been
quite a battleground.

There are those
who prefer the language

of the King James Version,

which dates back to 1611.

Precisely.

However, there's
language in there

that people don't
understand anymore.

But then, along
comes William Tyndale...

Who believed that the Bible
should be translated

so that even a plowboy
could understand it.

We certainly have our plowboys
here in Walton's Mountain,

who have to be served.

You know the part that I like
is about Jonah and the Whale.

Boy, that's a good one.

Whatever the interpretation,
the Bible is always beautiful.

In my advanced
courses in elocution,

we used to have
to recite from the Bible.

The sentences have
a natural rise and fall.

"He shall lean upon his house,
but it shall not stand.

"He shall hold it fast,
but it shall not endure."

That's beautiful, Mrs. Godsey.

I love the Bible's
poetic prayers

and its laments.

Mr. Godsey, I understand

the economy is
starting to pick up.

Oh, yeah, Norfolk
and all the ports down there,

they're doing big business.

European countries
are buying all the war goods.

Is that helping your store any?

Oh, yeah, tomatoes, 36 cents
and I'm getting it.

I'm sorry, got to apologize.
I've got to leave early.

I promised Erin Walton
I'd pick her up at work.

Oh.

Mr. Godsey,

our guest must take his leave.

Oh, sure!

ANNOUNCER: The guns
of the tyrant

Adolf Hitler's
greater Third Reich

have been turned
against Poland.

Poland's heroic soldiers
were outnumbered 10-to-1

and totally unprepared

for the treacherous attack
launched against them.

Poland's streets resound
to the tramp of a mobster army,

its government now a puppet
to the Third Reich.

I wish I hadn't seen
what's going on in Europe.

It seems like a different world.

Erin, it is.

Talk about the war
is so depressing.

How did you like the movie?

Well, Jeanette McDonald's
always good. I like her.

I like what they do with Victor
Herbert's music, too. He's good.

I never even noticed his name.

John-Boy wrote us that he saw

Du Barry Was a Lady
in New York.

Oh, yeah, it just opened.
Boy, I envy him.

Are ministers supposed to envy?

Well, this one does.

I don't wanna miss
anything in life.

I hear you have
a great record collection.

It's a shame to let
this music go to waste.

Come on, didn't the Depression

teach you Waltons
not to waste anything?

There's still no word on this
Civil Defense application.

Boy, that Governor's sure taking
his sweet time while Rome burns.

If I don't hear
from him tomorrow,

I'm going straight
to Richmond to see him

before somebody
else gets the job.

Don't worry, I'll
have Ben watch the store.

Mr. Godsey, since
being air raid warden job

has become your
all-consuming desire,

I suggest you make
that trip to Richmond.

-Morning, Corabeth.
-Hi, Flossie.

Here we are.

Look at that big list!

I don't know how
I'm gonna come out even.

My present boarders
have such big appetites.

Corabeth, could you
and I have a word?

As a point of interest, do young
ministers dance these days?

Corabeth. Flossie.

-Hello, Olivia.
-Hi, Olivia.

-Any mail?
-I'm not sure. I'll tell you.

CORABETH: We have another
member of the committee here.

What would you think, Olivia?

Are ministers allowed
to dance these days?

You must be
referring, of course,

to young Reverend
Buchanan, Flossie.

OLIVIA: What about
Reverend Buchanan?

FLOSSIE: I... I was
bringing one of my dishes

of the chicken and dumplings
to Reverend Buchanan last night

and could not help but see
our young minister

dancing with Erin.

They'd been to the movies,
with our permission.

The impetuosity of youth.

I trust Erin completely.

And I refuse to reject Hank

just because he doesn't
always do things

the way people think he should.

He's already created
lot of new interest

in the church among
people around here.

I still vote for
Reverend Buchanan.

And now I've forgotten
why I came in here.

Olivia, your mail! Olivia.

Your mail. Olivia.

I hear he has this
talent to charm,

which is all well and good for a
minister,

but dancing at the parsonage
with an innocent young girl

and no one there to chaperon...

Well! It simply
takes my breath away.

Oh, dear! I'll have
to ring off now, Clara.

Mrs. Cogswell?

Oh, Miss Fanny, it'll
be all over town!

It already is, my dear.

And Erin, don't you think you
could knock before entering?

Well, I never have before.

Well, let's make
that a new rule.

(SWITCHBOARD BUZZES)

Number, please. Thank you.

Erin, dear, you know
I am most fond of you.

In all kindness, may
I advise, dear girl,

that you use
a little discretion.

A word to the wise
is usually sufficient.

(SWITCHBOARD BUZZES)

Number, please!

No, Miss Fanny just left,

but this is Erin Walton,
if you'd like

to talk about me
and the new minister.

(PLAYING CUDDLE UP A LITTLE
CLOSER, LOVEY MINE ON PIANO)

-Hi, Reverend.
-Hello.

Could I get you another
bottle of soda pop?

-No, thanks, I'm fine, Thelma.
-Yeah, well.

You're not going
to make a sermon

or anything like that, are you?

Probably half of my customers
would just get up and go.

No, I just came
to listen to Jason.

Oh, that's terrific.
Well, you just sit around

and enjoy yourself all you like.

I don't think most of my

regulars know
who you are, anyway.

GRANDPA: Snared him!

-JIM-BOB: We got him!
-We got him this time.

Snared him this time.

Now, we can take
him up the Blue Ridge

where he can't
get at our chickens.

Aw, look how his little heart's
beating under the feathers.

Grandpa, think we
can keep him for a while?

I want to look at
his wings and his tail

and see how he glides like that.

I suppose we could
keep him for a while.

Over in the barn, maybe.

Mama, I'm going down
to the church to practice.

Hank's come up
with some new hymns.

I'll go with you!

Erin, shouldn't you finish
your shorthand, first?

I can do it any time, Mama.

-See you later.
-Bye-bye.

Corabeth, come in.

I hope I haven't come
at an inopportune time.

No, I was just lifting weights.

Come on in.

I'm trying to stay
in shape for skiing.

I imagine you get
good pretty good snow up here.

Oh! Yes, there is abundant
snow in the higher reaches,

but this being
a provincial community,

I doubt that anyone
has ever considered skiing.

But, of course,
there are sleigh rides

and skating on the
pond when it freezes.

What have you got there?

This is the purpose of my visit.

I designed this choir robe
and if you think it appropriate,

well, we ladies could make
them for the entire choir.

Why, that's beautiful, Corabeth.

-I thank you.
-That's a fine idea.

Of course,

those for the men
would be of a different cut.

More

masculine.

This would be your
record collection.

Yes, indeed. Everything
from Benny Goodman to Bach.

It has become known
in the community

that you were seen dancing with
that Walton child on a Sunday.

Why did you come here, Corabeth?

I...

You should know by now
that I opposed your selection

as our new minister.

Yes, I know there aren't
too many secrets around here.

Your actions, contrary
what is expected,

could be censured, or considered

stimulating.

I refer, of course,
to our discussion of the Bible.

Corabeth, what's the trouble?

Can I help you?

Sit down.

(CORABETH WHIMPERS)

(SOBBING) I did not
come here for help

but to tell you that it is my
fervent wish to undo any harm

that I may

have caused you in
the eyes of others.

Confession is good for the soul.

Jason! Erin! Come in!
Corabeth's here.

I... I just stopped by
to get the key to the church.

I was going to
practice those new hymns.

I was just showing Reverend
Buchanan a choir robe I made.

-Here you are.
-Thanks.

Now that it passes his approval,

I must get back
to our little store.

Well, it was nice
to see you both.

Come on, Erin.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Time was when I got a kiss after
putting in a hard day's work.

That was quick. Erin?

What's wrong?

-Erin, what's going on?
-I feel so silly.

Did something happen
between you and Hank?

How could I be so stupid?

He's years older than I am.

It's all over now,
and I apologize to both of you!

-I've come to my senses.
-Just simmer down, honey.

I know what you
were thinking, Mama,

that I was chasing after him!

It got all around that there was
something going on between us,

but there's not. Not anymore.

Erin, I wish there was
something I could do.

I just wanna be alone.

Alright, honey.

Just remember, we're
here if you need us.

I wish now I'd
listened to Corabeth.

Hank sure is independent, and I
guess he's got a way with women.

Don't mind me, I just
wanna listen to the news.

I owe Corabeth an apology.

I think she and Sarah and I
ought to get together.

The sooner the better.

-What's going on?
-Oh, son.

Your grandpa's
tuning into the news.

Here are recorded excerpts
from President Roosevelt's...

Grandpa, the hawk keeps trying
to break out of his cage.

Shh. I'm listening to FDR.

ROOSEVELT: I hope
the United States

will keep
out of this war.

I believe that it will.

And I give you assurance
and reassurance

that every effort
of your government

will be directed
toward that end.

As long as it remains
within my power to prevent,

there will be no blackout of
peace in the United States.

-We've heard all this before.
-I know.

But it is reassuring
to hear it again.

I should think that this
would be a most auspicious day

to take that hawk up in
the mountains to the wilds.

We'd better take the coupe

'cause my old wreck will
never make it up the Mountain.

That's right, your old car
is only good for going downhill.

Here you go, ma'am.

Ben, have you seen Corabeth?

Mama, there's a lot
of crying and carrying

on going on in there. I don't
think it's good for business.

Bye-bye.

Corabeth?

Oh, Olivia!

I feel that with you

I can voice my despair.

We are kin.

I would be bereft
if anything lasting

ever came between me and Erin.

Erin is upset, but she didn't
mention anything about you.

She is an honorable child.

Olivia,

it has not been easy for me
to find emotional peace here.

I don't think it's
been easy for any of us

since Hank came to the Mountain.

Life with Mr. Godsey

is not all sunshine and roses.

Mr. Godsey is a good man,

but I become bored
to tears and distraction.

What happened was
not Hank's fault.

Corabeth, I'm not
sure I wanna hear this.

I fought it

from the first moment
I laid eyes on him.

But he was a young man
I could discuss the Bible with

instead of
the price of tomatoes.

I've been blind to all of this,
and so has everybody else.

No longer.

I fashioned a choir robe
which I took to the parsonage

while Mr. Godsey
was away in Richmond.

Jason and Erin saw us there.

Here I am,

a mature woman.

Maybe it's the man.

Maybe you and Erin
couldn't help yourselves.

Oh, Olivia,

I'm so

ashamed of myself.

Corabeth! Olivia.

I got the appointment!
I'm the air raid captain!

Oh, Mr. Godsey,

I am so proud of you!

-Congratulations, Ike.
-Thank you, Olivia.

Wow!

I get welcomed back like this,

I'm gonna go out
of town more often.

Grandpa, why do I feel
like we shouldn't let him go?

Out there is where a bird of
prey like this one belongs.

Down below man.
That's us.

We destroy all
the feeding and breeding

grounds where
the wild things are.

Every once in
a while a smart one,

like this hawk here, the owls,

they pick up a chicken
or two of ours.

But out here
is where he belongs.

He can pick up his
own feed, and find freedom.

Let him go.

Hank and Corabeth!
I'll be a son of a gun!

John, you have
the strangest sense of humor!

Hi.

Hank just came over and gave me
his letter of resignation.

He told me about everything
getting all mixed up,

and that misunderstanding
with Corabeth,

but I don't think that was cause
for his resignation, do you?

I'm not gonna interfere.

I chose Hank for
selfish reasons,

'cause I knew
you would like him.

Corabeth voted no
'cause she knew

she had a weakness
in her heart for him.

What do you really think, Liv?

In spite of her, I think he's
right for Walton's Mountain.

Amen! Me, too.

Excuse me, ladies.

Guess you won't be needing this.

How about leaving
it behind with me?

You're not one for beating
around the bush, John.

I know I've created a situation
and morally I should go.

So, I'm going.

I don't know about morally, but

isn't that kind
of the coward's way,

just packing
and leaving like this?

What am I supposed to do?

Face the community,
face yourself.

Who knows? You might get a
pretty good sermon out of this.

Before we end this
morning's service,

I'd like to talk with
you as honestly as I can

about a turning
point in my life.

When I first met the committee
that brought me here on trial,

I told them that
I believed in plain speech.

I still do.

And I will speak plainly.

I am a man of God,

and I am also a man.

There is hardly anything I would
rather do than go fishing.

I enjoy the companionship
of men over a game of cards.

I hunt, I enjoy my car

and I admire a lady
as much as anybody else does.

And, like a man who I've
recently become a friend of,

and here I mean John Walton,

I believe that God
doesn't just exist

in this church building.

He exists beyond it,
on the mountains

and along the river banks

and in the fields of this
beautiful part of the world.

I want to remain here.

I desperately want
to be your minister.

And I sincerely ask
for your acceptance.

MAN 1: Amen.

MAN 2: Amen.
MAN 3: The man's right.

WOMAN: We'd like to
keep you here, Reverend.

Now, if you'll all join me
for the closing hymn.

(ALL SINGING)

Alas! and
did my Savior bleed

And did my Sovereign die!

JOHN-BOY: Hank Buchanan
was to remain our minister

for a good many
years to come,

and while he remained,
in Corabeth Godsey's words,

"A most unorthodox
young man,"

he was a good man
and a Godly man.

The hawk returned on the day
we heard over the radio

that Russian bomber
and strafing planes

had hit Poland
from the east.

The world would
never again be the same.

JIM-BOB: I'm glad
Reverend Hank is staying.

Maybe he'll let
me drive his car.

ELIZABETH: I'm glad he's
staying. How about you, Erin?

ERIN: I'm glad.

JIM-BOB: I didn't know you
wanted to drive his car, too.

OLIVIA: Goodnight, Jim-Bob!

JIM-BOB: Did I
say something wrong?

JOHN: Goodnight, Jim-Bob!

JIM-BOB: Is there
something I dunno about?

ERIN: Goodnight, Jim-Bob!

JIM-BOB: Alright,
alright. Goodnight!