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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!