All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S06E10.The.Battle.Of.Drucillas.Pond.WEip.x264-ION10

-What are you doing here?
-Nothing, just looking.

You better get out of here.

This area's off limits
to all civilian personnel.

I was just taking a short cut.

-Elizabeth, you get on home!
-I'm not doing anything.

The bridge has been blown up.
Boarding house had a direct hit.

There's lots more coming.
You get on home, now.

You better run along now.

JOHN-BOY: While the war
in Europe continued to spread,

a deceptive calm lay over
Walton's Mountain.

In this quiet before the storm,
our mother turned to painting,

losing herself in it as if
somehow she could preserve

those tranquil days forever.

Ah, Livie, you've got a special
way with that brush of yours.

Grandpa,
I didn't hear you come up.

Just the way I am
when I'm concentrating

over working a beautiful piece
of maple wood.

I ought to be home
starting supper,

but the light's just right
this time of day,

clear and bright
with lots of shadows.

You planning to enter it
in the painting contest

over at Rockfish?

-Sure am.
-Ought to win first prize.

Why, even from this distance,
I can hear the leaves

on that willow tree rustle.

I could paint Drucilla's Pond
with my eyes closed.

Drucilla's Pond.

(SIGHING)

Yeah, Mother Nature sure outdid
herself on Drucilla's Pond.

Calm waters, nice gentle breeze,
birds singing everywhere,

and best of all,

the fish are biting
and the mosquitoes aren't.

World's changing, Grandpa.

I'd like to preserve it
just the way it is.

Quiet and peaceful,
the way I want to remember it.

(EXPLOSION)

Good lord, what was that?

Well, offhand, I would say
it was United States Army.

Ike tells me
they're conducting maneuvers

over in the Federal Preserve.

Next thing,
they'll be firing their guns

off right under our windows.

Might do us some good one day,

the way that Hitler's marching
over all of Europe.

There's still an ocean between
us and that war, Grandpa.

I'd like to think
it's going to stay that way.

(SPLASHING)

(SHUSHING)

(MEN WOLF WHISTLING)

-Don't encourage them, Erin.
-Who's encouraging them?

(WOLF WHISTLING CONTINUES)

Didn't you ever see
a girl before?

-What are you doing tonight?
-I'm taking care of my baby.

-What about you?
-I'm busy.

Oh, good afternoon, girls.

Hi, Corabeth, I need
a few things for the baby.

Aimee tells me that John Curtis
is thriving.

He's cranky
the last couple of days.

I think he's getting a tooth.

Did you see those
soldiers out there?

I can hardly keep enough
pop on ice.

It's hard to miss them.

You can't walk down the road
without getting whistled at.

I don't blame them,
pretty girls like you.

I wish those enlisted men
would be a little more discreet.

In their behavior.

The captain was in this
morning,

and he made me Coordinator
in Charge of Civilian Relations.

-Is that all you girls require?
-Yeah, that's it, Corabeth.

-That will be $2 even.
-You know what that means?

I'll be in charge
of citizen complaints

and crowd control,
things like that.

Oh, would you girls
do me a favor

and take this package
to your mother?

It's the fabric I ordered
for the girls' dance costumes.

It'll give me a chance

to practice my
civilian defense drills, too.

Olivia is making the costumes
for Aimee and Elizabeth.

They are performing
a patriotic dance

for the opening of the Ladies
Art League painting exhibit.

I know. Elizabeth
has been practicing

Shuffle Off to Buffalo
all over the house.

I was so disappointed
when the girls insisted

on learning
those modern dance steps.

I had so hoped
that they would continue

with their classical training.

I sure like that
tap dancing, though.

We'll see that Mama gets the
material, Corabeth. Bye, Ike.

-Bye-bye.
-CORABETH: Thank you.

Bye.

(SOLDIERS WOLF WHISTLING)

Don't look,
but there's some more.

-Ignore them.
-Hey, what's the matter?

Too stuck up to say hello
to a soldier?

Curt! Oh, my God.

-Okay. Hi.
-Hi, Curt.

Why didn't you tell me
you were coming?

How? I didn't know myself
until the last minute.

This is my driver,
Private Lance.

-My bride, Mary Ellen.
-MARY ELLEN: Hi.

My sister-in-law, Erin.
So how's my son doing?

He's being spoiled to death
by Elizabeth. Come see him.

I wish I could, I really do,

but I'm afraid the army has
other plans for me right now.

Well, you're staying at the
house, aren't you?

No, see, I have to bunk
with my unit.

In fact, we're looking
for a place to camp now.

When am I going to see you?

Cant you come for supper?

I can't make any promises,
Mary Ellen,

but I'll do my best, okay?

Maybe I'll see you around, Erin.

It's possible.
This is a very small community.

-Bye. Bye.
-Bye, Curt.

CURTIS: See you, Erin. Bye.

No sign of the calf yet.

Poor old Chance. She's having
a hard time with it.

Just a dumb animal, Liv,
they don't remember pain.

Don't say that in front of her.

You're not a dumb animal,
are you, Chance?

Remember that time
you sold her calf.

She carried on
like her heart was breaking.

She was pretty smart then.

She got you and Pa to get some
money and buy her baby back.

You going to sell this one?

No, ma'am, not if
you want to keep her.

Where are you taking my plate?
I'm not done yet.

You are unless
you're eating the plate.

Where's the bread?
I want to sop up this gravy.

The bread was taken while you
were telling us how you

set up camp
down at Drucilla's Pond.

It's alright, Jim-Bob.
We'll sneak down later,

get us a cold meatloaf sandwich
and a glass of milk.

You know what they call supper
in the army? Mess.

For good reason. Should've seen
what they served up last month

at the National Guard camp.

Elizabeth, don't you have
another pair of shoes?

What's the matter with her?

She's expecting her husband home
for supper and he didn't come.

Just leave her alone.

Elizabeth, you must have
some other shoes.

You're going to wear those
tap shoes out.

The army's got motorcycles
that can do anything.

Oh, I sure wish we had
motorcycles down there

in the Spanish-American War.

Teddy Roosevelt,
he used to do our maneuvers

down in the Florida swamps.

It was hot, hot as the dickens.
Them poor, poor horses.

We weren't called Rough Riders
for nothing.

Sure sounds like
it was exciting then.

JIM-BOB: Nothing dull
about it now.

A girl in every port.

That's the Navy.

I'm going to join the Air Corps
when I have to enlist,

* What should we do
for a drunken sailor? *

I feel sorry for you'll, missing
out on all of that excitement.

Try KP. It'll give you a taste
for military life.

KP?

Erin, could you listen for John
Curtis? I'm going for a walk.

-Sure. Okay.
-He's asleep.

Halt! Who goes there?

Mary Ellen Walton Willard.
Who wants to know?

I'll sure be glad
when Chance drops that calf.

Have you ever really seen
the view from this window?

I've been looking out
that window all my life.

The trees, the mountains.

I'm going to paint it
from this very angle.

-The composition's just right.
-Why paint it?

You can stand there washing
your dishes and look at it.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Well, where did you come from?

I snuck in and spent
the night with your daughter.

-I hope you don't mind.
-You didn't have to sneak, Curt.

I know, but it's more exciting
that way.

-Would you like some breakfast?
-I don't have time, but thanks.

I'll see you later.

MARY ELLEN: Will I see you
tonight?

CURTIS: If I can get back.

I guess that's what you call
night maneuvers.

How did Curt happen to be here?

He brought me home
after I got arrested.

What are you talking about?

I went for a walk by the pond
last night. It's off limits.

You're lucky you didn't get
yourself and Curt into trouble.

For taking a walk
on your property?

They got our permission.
Guard was just doing his duty.

It turned out alright, Mama.
Curt's C.O. gave him permission

to walk me back home and then
he stayed the rest of the night.

I better go see
if John Curtis is awake.

Remember when I went AWOL?

Came to see you before
they shipped me overseas.

I was torn between
being afraid that you'd get put

in the guardhouse and hoping
that you would, so you wouldn't

have to be shipped
out of the States.

I hope Mary Ellen
never goes through that.

She'll manage,
just the way you did.

(EXPLOSION)

(SIGHING)

I'll fix it, Liv.
It'll be good as new.

-Will that be all?
-Oh, no, I need four dozen eggs.

Eggs, Thelma?

You must have a lot of
big appetites about your place.

It's not for us. I want to make
a cake for those soldiers

down at Drucilla's Pond.

In that case, I think I'll join
up with the army myself.

Thelma, I wouldn't
make any cake today

because all the men are down on
maneuvers along the James River.

The C.O. keeps me informed
of all the troop movements.

In that case,
I can get down to the pond.

I got a can of worms very
anxious to go fishing.

They'll be back by Saturday

because that's the day
of the big disaster.

You mean the mock disaster.

Godsey Hall will be the
headquarters

for all the local casualties.

That's right. I've been signing
up victims all morning long.

-Hey, how about the two of you?
-Well, you can count on me, Ike.

I wouldn't mind
getting a minor wound or two

if they shoot me in the shade
someplace or other.

I've already signed up
Jim-Bob to be on my staff.

Since you've been doing
this civil defense work, Ike,

you're sounding more and more
like the government every day.

At any rate, being a government
man, I got your mail.

Thelma, that's yours,

and Zeb... No, no, wait, I go it
wrong. No, no.

This is the Waltons',
and, Thelma, that's yours.

Oh, by the way,
I noticed that Olivia

has sent away for a catalogue
for sewing machines.

It just so happens that we've
got a demonstrator in the back.

-And it's only slightly used.
-It's in excellent condition.

I'm sure we could come to
an agreeable price.

I'll let Livie know. She's got
a nose for a good bargain.

Here, Thelma, may I assist you
to your place

with this bag of groceries?

Oh, thank you, Zeb. Isn't it
a little out of your way?

What was that you said
about a cake?

Oh, you rascal.

-Bye.
-IKE: Bye now.

Looks like I'm out of gas.
Looks like I'm out of gas.

Could I get a lift
to the nearest service station?

We got gas at home and it's
closer. Hop in?

Okay.

You were right, Erin, about this
being a small community.

I'm Jason Walton.

Oh, my name is Lance William.
They call me Billy.

It's nice to meet you.

What a dumb thing to do,
run out of gas.

I just got assigned to drive
for Lieutenant Willard

and already I'm goofing up.

Don't worry about it. We'll get
you back before he finds out.

You know him pretty well.

Do you think he'll throw
the book at me for this?

I really couldn't say.

Nice seeing you again, Erin.

I don't think your sister
likes me very much.

She had a boyfriend
who enlisted.

He was killed
in a training accident.

G. W. Haines. He was
just like one of the family.

-That's tough.
-She took it pretty hard.

I guess she doesn't want a
boyfriend who's a soldier.

Yeah. I thought
someone was going to get it

this morning down by the pond,
a grenade exploded.

We wondered what that was.
I'll get you a can for the gas.

Thanks.

That well went dry about 15
years ago.

There's cool water in the
kitchen if you're thirsty.

Well, thank you, ma'am. That'd
be nice.

I saw you drive up with Erin
and Jason. I'm their mother.

Well...

Happy to know you, Mrs. Walton.
I'm Billy Lance.

Mind if I look?

Might do better if you
just look at the pump.

I can't seem to get it right.

I think it's fine. It's like
looking at it through your eyes.

Gonna be taking it down soon.

I wanted to get a picture of it
before it's gone.

I wish I had talent like that.

All I can do is work on
mechanical things.

That's a talent.
Our youngest son is like that.

Our oldest boy seems to be
the creative one.

He's in New York
working on a novel.

He's about your age.
What are you doing in the army?

Well, I come from a small town
in West Virginia, hill country,

and I'd like to see that
it stays just like it is.

Well, I can't preserve it
the way you can.

It sounds like you think
we might be in this war.

I don't know, but if we are,
at least some of us will have

a head start on it.

Erin?

-Erin?
-I'm up here.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come in.

You're not being
very sociable these days.

Well, I'm sorry
if I hurt his feelings.

I know you are.

(SIGHING)

Look, Jason, it's just that
he's in the army,

another soldier.

Well, he's not just another
soldier. I told him about G.W.

He wanted you to know
that he's sorry.

He just wants to be a friend.

I guess I shouldn't have been
so rude.

I'm taking him back to his truck
now. I'll tell him you said so.

(PLAYING LIVELY MUSIC)

Listen to the tempo, girls!
Heads up!

Smile!

Try to stay together now!
Heads up!

Tempo, tempo.

IKE: Alright, you men,
now bring the cots

right along
in through here, okay.

Now, what I want you to do,
Ben and Jim-Bob,

is bring the cots
right over there.

You don't have to yell, Ike,
we can hear you.

Alright, you men, now I want it
lined up right over here.

Ike, we got to set them up
before we can line them up.

Yeah, but... It's important
that it looks military.

Mr. Godsey! You are interrupting
our rehearsal.

Corabeth, this is official
business.

Our patriotic military dance
for the art exhibit

is also official business,

and I would appreciate
a little peace.

Corabeth, I have my orders.
Now, go take care of the store.

Aimee, Elizabeth, come along.

Once again the military has run
roughshod over the poor artiste.

Yeah, this works pretty good.

I think I'll use it
all the time.

Alright, you men, now line up
those beds along there.

I want them looking shipshape.

(WHISTLING)

It's all mighty quiet around
here today.

That's because
the army's moved elsewhere.

Even the birds have gone away.

They'll be back,
soon as the army breaks camp.

Billy Lance was telling me
they had an accident

round here with a grenade. They
had to explode it in the pond.

They were real lucky
nobody got hurt.

Oh, no! Look.

Nobody got hurt, huh?

Wait, Grandpa. I'm not sure
I want to enter this one.

I never did get the light
quite right.

Hand them all over.
She'll touch everything up

if you give her a chance.

There comes a time
to let things go,

say to yourself, "I've done
the best I can."

Just like you did with our
children.

I figured I could do better
with my children, too,

-if I had more time.
-I turned out alright.

(DOG BARKING)

(GUNS FIRING)

Oh, that Reckless surely hates
the sound of gunfire.

The army's starting up
early today.

I was hoping they'd take
the weekend off.

I wonder what
they are gonna blow up next.

Today's the drill practice Ike's
been talking about all week.

Ben's still down there
helping out.

Ike wants me to help,
too, Daddy.

You going, Pa?

No, I've kind of lost my taste
for their maneuvers.

You're blaming yourself for
what happened down at the pond?

Hard not to, since I invited
them here in the first place.

Keep guard here, Pa.
Don't get captured by the enemy!

It's hard to tell the difference

between enemy
and friends these days.

Daddy, can you give me
ride to Ike's?

Hop in.

(EXPLOSION)

There. How's that?

Those frames you made set off
the pictures real nice.

Now, let's see.

It's like looking
at a family history, Liv.

You painted about everything
on the property.

(HAMMERING)

Sometimes when supper's late
because I've been painting,

I feel guilty. But seeing
these pictures hanging here

makes me feel real good.

If I was a judge,
I'd give you first prize.

Because you like my painting
or because I'm your wife?

I've got to admit it, Liv,
I know more about wives

than I do about painting.

(EXCLAIMS) Oh, Olivia, your work
is going to be hard to beat.

I sure hope so. I've already
spent the prize money.

That was a nice article in the
Rockfish Press about the show.

It was and,
the phone hasn't stopped ringing

with people wanting to know
when the exhibit begins.

And they are coming
from Charlottesville for it.

Maude, have you got
your pictures hung up?

No, that's why I'm here.

I thought maybe John Walton
would help an old lady.

Show me an old lady, Maude,
I'll be glad to help.

Olivia, if we don't come back,
I've run off with your husband.

Don't you dare, Maude.

Alright, Maude,
what do want to hang first?

You think we ought
to put the big one here?

This big one here?
Want it in the middle?

-I think so.
-Okay.

Sir, we're in the middle
of a civil defense drill.

You're about to enter
the disaster area.

Can we get through up ahead?

Yes, we'd appreciate it
if you'd drive carefully

and keep a lookout for victims
and emergency medical personnel.

-I will do that.
-Okay.

I hope the drive
was okay, Thelma.

Oh, it was just fine.
You're doing fine, Ben.

-Okay, bye-bye.
-Bye.

Does this really do anybody
any good?

Next to starting a war,
it's the closest they can get

to training in actual
conditions.

OLIVIA: Sure looks real.

Thelma, how soon is Ike's
going to be open for business?

Oh, I can't talk now, Olivia.
I'm in shock.

Hi, Mama. Tell Erin I'll be home
in time for dinner.

I'll tell her.

John, I have to ask you
to move that truck.

We've got to keep the roadway
clear for emergency vehicles.

-Sure, Ike. Everything alright?
-Sure, yeah.

Everything's running along
on schedule.

We had a direct hit
on the boarding house.

We have 13 casualties,
three of them serious.

We'll have them
all taken care of

and the whole area cleaned up
by 1500 hours.

Drop back later, we're having
a special on peanut butter.

Alright, Ike. We'll let you
get back to your war games.

Alright, you guys, move that
stuff over there, huh?

I don't know why they're called
games. They look so real.

Could be happening right here.

I don't want
any of that stuff here.

Glad to see folks
taking this seriously.

We are going to war,
aren't we, John?

Sooner or later Hitler's
gonna have to be stopped,

maybe we're going
to have to help stop him.

Sometimes I wish we'd never had
sons, only daughters.

(CALLING)

Look what I got for you, Rover.
It's not even supper time yet.

-What's the matter with Rover?
-Oh, he's molting, again.

-Losing all his tail feathers.
-I know. What's he doing there?

He flew up there
couple of hours ago

and I couldn't get him down.

I wouldn't mind,
but he's scaring Chance.

-Come on down, you stupid bird!
-It must be all that gunfire.

All the animals
have been acting pretty funny.

Reckless is hiding under the
house.

Myrtle won't even let her milk
down, even when Grandpa tried.

Where is Grandpa?

He's in his room.
He's not in a very good mood.

Come on, Rover,
I'm losing patience with you.

(MOOING)

Thought you were coming out
to the mill to help me.

I've got some errands to take
care of down at Rockfish.

Oh, dear, just listen to the
sounds of those blasted guns.

Does get onto your nerves,
doesn't it?

War is coming closer all the
time.

I never felt it so plain
as when I saw all those fish

floating dead on our pond.

Every time I hear the guns,
it seems to be coming closer.

And when it does,

nothing in this whole wide world
will be the same.

I thought it was hard enough,
Pa, going off to war,

leaving Liv and you and Ma
and the Mountain behind.

Son, you'll never know
what it was like

just sitting home here
waiting for you.

I guess I'm going to find out
what you found out.

It's even harder to stay behind.

You know, I heard on the radio
the other day

something that Mussolini
fellow said,

"War is to man
what motherhood is to a woman."

There's no truth in that, Pa.

There are some that think that
way.

Heaven knows where history
will take your sons.

How many generations
will it take

for us
to settle our differences

without killing one another
and crippling our land?

I wish I knew the answer.

Be careful going down that road
with those soldiers

and the equipment around.

(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING ON PIANO)

Very nice.

You and Aimee
did beautifully, Elizabeth.

And now, before we open the
exhibit for public viewing,

we'd like to make an award
to the artist

who's been voted
the most outstanding.

And through careful
and lengthy consideration,

the judges have voted
the prize of $25

to Maude Gormley.

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

I never thought
I'd win the prize,

but in case I did,
I wrote this little speech.

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

"Ladies and gentlemen,
on this auspicious occasion..."

Oh, skip it. It all boils down
to this.

I'm as proud as punch!
Thank you.

The exhibit
is now officially open.

Liv, I thought you were
a shoo-in.

So did I.

-The judge must be blind.
-Thank you, Jim-Bob.

At least they didn't give
the prize to somebody

who paints squares and squiggles
and calls it art.

There's the Shirley Temple
of Walton's Mountain!

Oh, Elizabeth,
you were wonderful!

Where's Grandpa?
I wanted him to see the dance.

He got nervous
about Chance and stayed home.

But I'll tell him
how good you were.

Let's go see the pictures, okay?

Well, here comes
the whole Walton family.

-Hello, Thelma.
-Hello.

Well, you seem to have recovered
in fine shape.

Why, it was
just a glorious disaster.

It was a good experience
for my men, too.

I think now they could handle
a real emergency if they had to.

Let's hope they never have to.

Curt, how long are we going to
have to put up with that noise

from those guns? Do you know
I had a cake in the oven

just for you boys and one of
those loud explosions came about

and it just flattened that cake
like a rock.

You haven't heard anything yet.

In the morning, engineers are
scheduled

to dynamite a road block.
It'll be the biggest blast yet.

Honestly, I think you men enjoy
all these little explosions,

like a bunch of little boys
on the Fourth of July.

Bang, bang, boom!

Mama, I can't find
your pictures. They're gone.

You must have looked
in the wrong place.

No, I looked in the right place.
Over here. I'll show you.

Excuse me.

They're not here.

Well...

-Somebody cleaned them all out!
-Who would've taken them?

Uh, I can explain, Olivia.
They've been sold.

Sold?

Yes, all of them. I can't really
tell you the gentleman's name,

but he was
a most distinguished collector

and greatly admired your work.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Wow. Congratulations.

Oh, come on, you must tell me
who he is. Who was it?

Congratulations.

What are you going to do
with all the money?

(MOOING)

How are you, Chance, old girl?
Oh, you're still the same, huh?

I was hoping you'd have
a surprise for us this morning.

You've had that grin on your
face ever since last night.

I'm thinking about that new
sewing machine I'm going to buy

with the money I earned
from my paintings.

Aren't you wondering
who your secret admirer is?

I figure he's tall and handsome.
He certainly has good taste.

-You are a beautiful woman.
-You are a beautiful man.

Fire in the hole!

Now!

(MOOING)

Now.

Must be the big one
Curt was talking about.

Hope it's the last one.

(MOOING)

GRANDPA: John! Livie!
Everybody, come on out here!

-What happened?
-It's Grandpa.

-Sounds like the barn's bombed.
-Are we being blitzkrieged?

-Pa? Pa, you alright?
-Couldn't be better.

You scared us half to death.

I was just making
an announcement about

our old friend Chance here.
She's delivered.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

GRANDPA: Looky, looky, looky.

Yeah, I just came out
to take a look at her

and that darned army blast
went off.

Yes. This little girl here

was literally
scared into this world.

Good girl, Chance.

Guess we can thank
the army for that.

It was the dynamite
that brought her forth.

I think we should call her
Gwendolyn.

Not this one. She's Dynamite.

-Easy as pie.
-Look at that.

No more footwork.

From now on, you got to exercise
on your bicycle

to keep your legs in shape.

-Can I learn how to use it?
-Sure.

How about some seat covers
for my car?

So many sewing projects, I can't
decide which one to start first.

I better take a look
in at Dynamite.

Mama, can I borrow
that silk scarf

Daddy brought you from France?

I put it in the attic
last spring.

Got a big date?

Curt and I are going for a walk.

Is John Curtis asleep?

Almost, but you can
still rock him for a while.

-When's Curt coming?
-Any time.

-I'll go look for him.
-Alright.

I wonder how the bobbin works.

Don't you think
you should wonder

about how your algebra works?

I was just leaving.

Well, what will they
think of next?

-MARY ELLEN: You find it, Mama?
-I'll be right there.

Trying to figure out
how this bobbin works.

What's the matter?

-I'm taking it back.
-Is there something wrong?

It's just that I bought it with
money I thought I earned.

You did earn that money.
What are you talking about?

I'm talking my pictures
I found in the attic,

the ones from the exhibit.
I guess you thought you were

doing me a favor, but it was
cruel and humiliating.

Everyone congratulating me
for something I didn't deserve.

ERIN: Mary Ellen, Curt's here.

Liv, what are you
accusing me of?

Liv, will you come back. Liv?
Liv. Liv!

Hello, Curt, come on in.

Fine thing when you have
to make a date

with your own husband
just to go for a walk.

I'm sorry.
There's no walk tonight.

My driver is waiting outside
for me.

The whole outfit's pulling out,
heading back to Fort Lee.

Maneuvers are over.

We just got the word,
Paris has fallen.

Paris, gone?

Oh, John.

GRANDPA: This will hurt
the whole world.

That beautiful city.

Those poor people.

I'd like to see the baby
before I go.

Tell your family
thanks for being so nice to me.

I'm sorry I didn't get to know
them any better.

Would it be okay if
I wrote to you?

You probably have girls
everywhere you've been.

Well, not at Walton's Mountain,
Virginia.

You better be careful.
I might write you back.

-Good bye, Erin.
-Bye.

You take care of yourself, Curt.

Okay, Erin.

-Got to go. Bye.
-Bye.

You're learning early
about saying good bye.

Livie, you decided to accept the
war?

It terrifies me, Grandpa.

I tremble every time
I think about it.

I can't run away anymore.

There's a war coming,
and there's nothing

any of us can do to stop it.

At least we can put up
the storm windows

before the blizzard hits us.

We thought we lived through
some hard times,

but we're likely to have
worse ones ahead.

Liv, I've come out here
to make a confession.

I am the mysterious collector
that bought your paintings.

-Why, Grandpa?
-Because I admired them.

Because I suddenly realized
how fast things are changing

up here on this mountain.

I wanted to leave sort of a
legacy of these times and places

to my grandchildren.

Janie, promised not to tell down
there, and I smuggled them home,

got them in the attic. I didn't
mean for you to find them,

and I certainly didn't mean
to hurt your feelings, Liv.

I would gladly have given them
to you.

No, then it would have been
your legacy and not mine.

This way it comes
from both of us.

As it was,
when I got down there,

that one painting
of the front porch

I admired so had already
been sold to someone.

It's probably hanging in some
famous museum, like people say.

Probably. Will you
forgive me, Liv?

First thing I'm going to make
on my new sewing machine

is a shirt for you to wear to
church on Sunday.

Come on.

JOHN-BOY: No one of us
on Walton's Mountain

could possibly foresee that
the world was about to

go up in flames.

Mama's paintings became
a lasting link to what was,

a reminder that
through changes and turmoil

some things do endure.

JOHN: Pa?
GRANDPA: Yes, son.

JOHN: Did you pay all the pig
money for the pictures?

GRANDPA: Yes, I did.

But I still got even with the
army for blowing up the pond.

JASON: How'd you do that?

GRANDPA: I sold them
the catfish that they killed.

MARY ELLEN: Grandpa!

GRANDPA: Well, they were
still pretty fresh.

JOHN: Goodnight.