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You give me the order,
I'll give you those posts.

-On time?
-On time.

Three hundred posts?

They got to be ready by supper,
two weeks from Monday.

-Nothing's impossible.
-Come on, let's go to work!

Best-looking farmhand
I ever saw.

Don't flirt with me.
I'm a truck driver.

OLIVIA: Ouch!

Mr. Brendamore.
Sure is good to see you.

Isaac, I haven't got
the best news for you.

-There's Ike.
-Looks unhappy.

John, it's the end of the world.

Easy, easy.

JOHN-BOY: Nature, I think,

intended my father to be
a dreamer and a poet.

Instead, he became the head of
a large, hungry household.

The one thing he feared
and despised was debt,

and yet it clung to him
as devotedly

as it clung to all
of his neighbors.

He tried never to borrow,
never to buy anything on time,

never to fall behind on things
like taxes and doctor bills.

As careful as he was,
there came a day in 1940

when he looked at his finances

and was astounded by what he
found looking back at him.

John?

John?

Liv, I've got to go to Rockfish.
Anything you need?

Nothing we can afford.

Is anything wrong?

No. No.

Afternoon, John.

Yo, John Walton.

Fine, Reverend, how are you?

John Martin.

Talk about a sight
for sore eyes.

-How are you, old fellow?
-I'm good for a fellow our age.

Looks like you've got
a problem on your mind.

I've looked at these
at least 18 times

and they don't make
any sense to me.

You were saying that
when we were in the first grade.

-How's your mother?
-Never better, thanks.

They dried her out
real nice this time.

-Good Lord!
-You see what I mean?

This is the beatingest thing
I ever heard of.

What it looks like,

you've got a payment due
in two weeks

on your bank loan for
the sawmill equipment,

and another payment
on the first of the month,

which retires the loan.

That's what I mean.

Johnny Walton, of all people,

teetering on the rim edge
of being

totally free and clear of debt.

-It's unusual. That's a fact.
-It almost never happens.

Country people like us,
everybody owes the storekeeper,

and he's in debt to banks
and wholesalers,

and they're in debt
to people further up the line.

Do you remember that poem
Miss Monteith

used to recite
in eighth-grade Latin?

I don't even remember Latin.

"Big fleas have little fleas
Upon their backs to bite 'em

"And little fleas have smaller
fleas and so, ad infinitum"

I don't know.

Pa always says a reasonable
amount of fleas is good for dog.

It keeps him from brooding
about being a dog.

Johnny Walton, out of debt.

I'll bet that's never even
happened to my mother.

Your mother's still in business
since her last treatment?

Yeah, tearing around
Jefferson County,

foreclosing her mortgages,
calling in her loans.

My goodness, Johnny,

if it weren't for the people she
owes and people that owe her,

she wouldn't have
anybody to talk to but me.

I sure wouldn't want that.

You're scaring me. I'm already
beginning to feel lonesome.

Just don't let it get you down.

There's nothing
incurable about it.

You've still got two more
payments due to the bank,

and a lot can happen
in six weeks.

I'd sure like to trim
those six weeks.

-How can you do that?
-Let me think.

John Martin,
take care of yourself.

Alright.

-Marcia Woolery.
-Mr. Walton. Hey!

What are you up to these days?

I'm still clerking
at the dry goods store.

-How's everybody out your way?
-Couldn't be better.

You still hear from
John-Boy right along?

Yeah, well, he writes.

-Is he married yet?
-No, he's mostly writing books.

You talk to him. You tell him
it's still Miss Marcia Woolery.

Alright, Marcia,
good to see you.

Okay, bye.

Come in, Mr. Walton. Sit down.

What can we do for you today?

Best thing you could do is order
a great big mess of crossties.

We don't need any
crossties today,

but I'm in the market for
a good number of fence posts.

Let's you and me
talk some business.

Do you remember the old paper
mill down by Riddleton?

Uh-huh.

That's reopening
as a defense plant.

We're gonna run a siding in for
it, and fence the entire area.

Sounds like a big order.
I'll be glad to fill it.

Glad is one thing,
but able is another.

Trouble is, I need more posts
than you can cut,

shape and creosote
in the short time I've got.

Maybe so, maybe not.

I can get all the posts I need
at the Roanoke railroad yards,

without any waiting.

I'll have to pay a premium,
but I tell you it's worth it.

Before you start
throwing away your money.

How many posts
are we talking about?

Three hundred. And right away.

-Right away when?
-Couple of weeks.

You give me the order.
I'll give you those posts.

-On time?
-On time.

Hey, Rev, how you like
the shine on this?

Looks nice, Ike.

Sure you wouldn't like
a bargain?

Ike, I don't need
a refrigerator.

A good number of people
in the community

are without refrigeration,

a situation which will
be remedied,

Mr. Godsey and I having
purchased at auction

a number of these fine pieces.

Sure got a good buy on these
at the auction.

I've got 49 more of these babies
over in Godsey's Hall.

Will that be all,
Reverend Buchanan?

No, no. I'll have a can
of corned beef hash,

and a can of sardines
and a can of those little

sausages there, please.

Have you purchased a pet,
Reverend Buchanan?

A pet? No, why?

-Who's going to eat this food?
-Me. I like this stuff.

Mercy, I'm surprised you're able

to maintain your health
on such a diet.

That will be
three dollars even.

Thank you.

-Ladies. See you, Ike.
-Bye, Reverend.

If I was 50 years younger,

I'd give that preacher
a run for his money.

I'm surprised somebody hasn't
snatched him up before now.

Well, young Reverend Buchanan

is just 26 years old
and a fine-looking man.

And there is something that we
must all put our minds to.

Finding him a wife, right?

Well, you must agree

that the choice of a wife
for the pastor of a church

would be of general concern to
the entire Christian community.

He'll be quite a catch
for somebody.

-Who do you have in mind?
-I haven't got anybody in mind.

I've already caught mine.

There's that oldest Darden girl.
She's about ready.

Oh, no. Oh, what about...

Oh, no.

Now, there's Marcia Woolery.
She's always looking for a man.

Why, Maude, I am shocked that

you would even mention
that kind of girl.

Why don't we leave it to the
Reverend to pick his own wife?

There's nothing backward
about Hank Buchanan.

Now that you've
brought it up, Mary Ellen,

that would seem to be
one of the main problems.

Three hundred fence posts?

Well, haggling
with the railroad must be

something like a bug
arguing with a chicken.

That's true too, Pa.

My grandpa taught me
never to drive into any place

where you couldn't turn around
and drive out again.

But three hundred posts?

They got to be ready by supper,
two weeks from Monday.

Nothing's impossible.

What I don't understand is
why you'd take such a big order.

I mean, we're not rich,
but we're not poor either.

Look at him, Mama. There's
something he's not telling us.

The reason I took that order

is that if we work like
putting out a brushfire,

I can walk into the Mercantile
Bank and Trust Company

on first of the month,

and make the final payment
on that new sawmill,

and walk out, not owing
one person in this world

one red cent.

Hallelujah!

First time in our married life
we'll be out of debt.

Whatever it takes, let's do it.

Don't know how it happened,
how long it'll last,

but I wanna enjoy that feeling
just once in my life.

If everybody pitches in,
and I mean everybody,

we can meet that order.

Just think of it, not being
beholden to a living soul.

I've been in debt my whole life,
and I didn't even know it.

What's special
about getting out of debt?

It's very special, Ben.

It's like you might feel

if you had all your chores
done for the day.

For once in your life.

Now, does everybody agree
we can do it? Pa?

"In the bright lexicon of youth,
there's no such word as 'fail'."

Excelsior!

Here's what
we're gonna do.

Pa, Ben and Jason, do the
gathering and the hauling.

Jim-Bob, help me
in the mill.

JOHN: Honey, be the water-boy.
ERIN: What about me?

Once you finish your work,
come home and help out.

I'll drive the truck.

-The truck?
-Uh-oh.

-Who's going to do the cooking?
-You are.

(ALL GROAN)

Alright, everybody.
Come on, let's go to work.

(ALL CHATTERING)

ALL: Timber!

I used to think
when I got older and bigger

this type of work
would get lighter.

As I understand, when you get
older it gets slower.

There must be an easier way
to make a living.

We're not making a living. We're
helping the family out of debt.

Easiest way isn't always
the best, boys.

First thing I'm going to do
when I leave is get rich.

Ha! Good luck.

I'm tired of being poor.
Dirty all the time

and grubbing all the time.

Griping all the time.

Water, everyone.

Well, now. Thank you.

Grandpa, Daddy says when you've
got more logs, he's ready.

I'll be right with him as soon
as I wet my whistle here.

I was about to dry up
and fly away.

I heard of some miners,
out in the desert,

they give away as much as
100-dollar gold nuggets

just for one little
drop of water.

See? You can be poor
in more ways than money.

Elizabeth, we'd better get that
log up to your daddy.

Can I ride Blue?

Well, I guess Blue
would put up with it.

I'm gonna start over here.

Here we go.

Grandpa, I can't
get it straight.

Am I poor people or not?

I'd say you scarcely qualified
for hard times.

Me, I've had lots of hard times,

including one time
that I was really poor.

And the one that was
particularly hard hit

every year was Santa Claus.

As I remember one particular
year, 1877,

this year Santa Claus brought us
in our stockings something else.

-Must have been pretty exciting.
-Yes.

Something I had seen once before

over at Charlottesville,
but never expected to have.

What was it?

The way it looked
and the way it felt in my hand,

that's the first and the last
time that I was ever rich.

And I felt something else, too.

I knew that I was never
going to be poor again.

And I was right.

What was it?

It was

an orange.

-Something wrong?
-You're wearing pants.

You thought I'm going to haul
fence posts in a housedress.

Best-looking farmhand
I ever saw.

Don't flirt with me.
I'm a truck driver.

Ouch!

First left, past the depot,
ask for Taggart.

Yes, sir.

Be careful, now.
You've got a big load.

Olivia, is that you?
In male attire?

I'm doing a man's job, Corabeth.

Well, I suppose it's for a good
cause. I'm glad to see you.

I'm on my way to the parsonage
to measure the curtains,

I'd appreciate it if you'd give
me few minutes and come with me.

-I'm kind of pressed for time.
-It'd only take few minutes.

And if I'm seen there alone
with the young minister...

Well, you know how people talk.

Alright, Corabeth,
but we will have to hurry.

BUCHANAN: Good afternoon.

OLIVIA: We're here to measure
for the new curtains.

Sure, go on in. It's not locked.

Excuse me, sir?

Didn't you use to be
Mrs. John Walton?

You want those new curtains?

BUCHANAN: Sure do.

Then watch your step.

Yes, ma'am.

Well, one thing becomes
increasingly clear.

It is up for us to find
someone for that boy

who is matrimonially
suitable for him.

You got a tape measure?

You may be just as
laissez-faire as you like,

but it behooves you
to keep one fact in mind.

Young Reverend Buchanan is in
the fullness of his manhood.

And he possesses
a remarkable degree of...

Three feet wide by...

Well, I might as well just
come right out and say it.

Animal magnetism.

Six feet.

Good for him.
Did you write that down?

Yeah, six feet.

But he just flits around
like a bee in buckwheat.

You know, it's up to us,
those of us with cooler heads,

to see to it that we place his
feet on the right path.

When I run across a bee that's
flitting around, I let it flit.

I figure it knows where it's
going a lot better than I do.

And I'll see you.
John Walton.

John Walton,
what a pleasant surprise, John.

Mr. Brendamore,
who's watching the bank?

Well, I'm just up here

checking on my good customer,
Isaac B. Godsey.

And for the Mercantile Bank
and Trust Company,

the way we're going,
everybody's watching us.

That couldn't hurt.

I've heard rumors about you,
all the way down to Rockfish.

JOHN: And what's that?

Like you are about ready
to cut us adrift.

Come the first of the month,

I hope to make
my last two payments.

Now, no hurry.

We'd hate to see you
do anything rash.

Like getting your money back?

Well...

We're in the business
to lend it out.

Get it back, it just sits there
not doing anybody any good.

-In fact... Cigar?
-Thanks.

In fact, when you come
to pay it back,

I'd like to see you
borrow a little more.

Well, Joe,

don't stand on one foot waiting.

Alright, you think it over,
John.

-Goodbye.
-Mr. Brendamore.

-Ike, got a match?
-Oh, yeah, sure.

I don't know. If I was you,
John, I'd listen to him.

Maybe you're right, Ike. I'm
gonna need some more creosote.

Those fence posts
are really eating it up.

-Five-gallon?
-Uh-huh.

I think I'm just
a country boy at heart.

When I see the banker grinning,
joking and passing out cigars,

I figure it's time
for me to back up.

Well, I must say, John,

the bank was very helpful
to us in our recent investment.

Yeah, you didn't see
our latest special.

The Arctic Queen.
Ain't she a beauty?

Pretty fancy.

I think we made
a very astute purchase,

buying in quantity as we did,
at the auction sale.

I'll let you in
on something, John.

I stand to make $75
on every one of those beauties.

I paid $14 apiece for them.

This information is not
to be passed around, of course.

And I got 50 of them.

That's quite a sizeable
investment, Ike.

Prosperity is back.

The US War Department is buying
up everything, left and right.

Maybe they'll buy
your 50 iceboxes.

I think you're poking
fun at me, John.

What do you care, Ike?
You're rich.

(INAUDIBLE)

Well, we really
put in a day today.

Pull yourselves together
and wash up.

What's for supper?

I'm not going to tell you.
You'll eat it and like it.

Grandpa, you sure
you're not doing too much?

Let the boys
do the heavy work.

Give Jim-Bob or Ben a turn, Pa.

I always say,

"If you want a thing done good,
you do it yourself."

Take advantage, Grandpa.
A new broom sweeps clean.

Yes, but it's us old brooms
that dust out all the corners.

JIM-BOB: Oh, no, you're not
going to help me that way.

Working in town, poor thing,
you're missing all the fun.

The smoke, the sawdust,
the sightseers.

We'd seven or eight
of those today.

-What is there to see up here?
-Ben working,

Daddy getting out of debt,
Mama in overalls.

Mama, I told Corabeth
you couldn't help her today.

I ran into her on the way.
I helped her anyway.

Did you have fun?

She did all the talking,
I did all the listening.

She and Corabeth
up to something?

Corabeth's decided they should

pick out a wife
for Hank Buchanan.

What would Hank Buchanan
do with a wife?

It's what a wife would do
that's got Corabeth into a stew.

She doesn't want the wrong kind
of girl getting hold of him.

Are you serious?

He's a good-looking man,
with a good future.

Oh, sure he's good-looking,

but there's no such thing as
a preacher with a good future.

Shouldn't let your
mama hear you say that.

She'll drum you
out of the church.

Mama would like nothing better
than if all of us

became Baptist preachers.

Any preacher around here
is as poor as

Job's turkey and always will be.

As long as Hank lives, he'll
have someone like Corabeth

looking over his shoulder,
trying to run his life.

From what I've seen, nobody
runs Hank Buchanan's life.

JOHN: Come on, you two.
Let's eat.

GRANDPA: Sit down, sit down.

-Pa?
-Simmer down, everybody.

Father in Heaven,

we thank thee for
the food upon our table,

and the good health
and appetite.

We thank thee for the work
and the strength to finish it.

Oh, and Lord,

when we do finish it, let's have
a real nice celebration.

Amen.

-Amen.
-Amen.

Amen.

(CHUCKLES)

(ALL CHATTERING)

-Getting tired, Daddy?
-No.

They say hell is made
out of fire and brimstone.

I wonder how that compares
with creosote.

Brimstone is nothing but sulfur,

and creosote is nothing
but coal tar.

What's going on?

We were just talking about hell.

I decided not to go.

Good.

You all look kind of tired.

Let up and cool off for a while.
Everybody take a swim.

What a great idea.

Make it a short one, now.
Come on right back to work.

Come on, boys. First one in
is a rotten egg.

You're not going?

I like it right here.

This celebration you were
talking about?

You mean, Elizabeth
was talking about?

What do you want to do about it?

I would just keep
it kind of quiet.

Think the children are expecting
some kind of celebration.

Maybe we could've a few friends
in, burn the mortgage papers.

How about a Sunday picnic?

Everybody brings
their own basket.

Alright.

(OLIVIA SIGHS)

The sun disappears,
it'll be back tomorrow.

I thought you were as interested
in getting out of debt as I am.

I am.

Most of all, I'll be glad
not to see that look anymore.

What look?

You probably don't even know
you're doing it.

You get all these wrinkles
on your forehead,

little worry lines
around your eyes.

Like your mind's running around,
asking questions.

"Will there be enough food
on the table tomorrow?

"Can I meet the payments?
Can I pay the taxes?"

I always pay the taxes.

We won't have to worry
about that anymore.

That's right.
Gonna have some money left over.

We won't have to give it
all to the bank.

You've been wanting a new truck.

I aim to get one.

What about you?
You want something?

I'd kind of like to have
the house painted.

What about a trip to Europe?
The Grand Tour?

The Grand Canyon.
Just get in that car and go.

I've always wanted to see
the Grand Canyon.

Liv, what are you talking about?

Natural Bridge is less than
sixty miles away,

you've never even been there.

How about something
for the house?

You could buy one of Ike's new
electric refrigerators,

or we could get you a phone.

Nope. Thanks anyway.

Alright. Don't say I didn't
give you the chance.

What are we gonna worry about
now? Growing old?

You don't have to worry about
growing old, Liv.

The older you get,
the prettier you get.

Flattery will get you just about
anything you want.

Horace, let me
show you something.

Well, Ike, ain't that an
electric icebox?

That is a big deluxe family-size
Arctic Queen.

It has six-and-a-half
cubic feet.

It's got two drawers.

It's got almost 14 feet
of shelf space.

And it's got
four ice cube trays,

and it makes seven pounds
of ice at a time.

-And it's got another feature...
-Hold on, Ike.

This is real nice.

We got no electricity
up where we live.

Oh, well, I'm sure it's
easy enough to hook up.

The Rural Electrification
Administration

is dispelling darkness
everywhere.

Well, I'll tell you.

We kind of like
the old spring house.

Me and Amy, we walk down
there in the evening,

and maybe get a cold dipper
of buttermilk,

maybe we just sit
and watch the little frogs

hop in and out of the pond.

Ah, we like the old spring
house.

What do I owe you, Ike?

Just a nickel, Horace.

Y'all come up and see us,
you hear?

Yeah, we'll go up
and see you, Horace.

-Hello, Horace.
-Hiya, John.

Say, when you going
to give up all this foolishness?

What foolishness is that?

Work.

Make an old man out of you
before your time.

Now, hold it. You look out
in there, you hear me?

If you ain't careful,
they'll be selling you

one of them electric
refrigerators.

Alright, Horace.

Hello, Ike.

Oh, John, how are you?

These refrigerators, they're
just going like hotcakes.

-Is that so?
-I could save one for you.

Oh, no thanks, Ike.

If I were gonna buy
a refrigerator,

I'd go to Charlottesville,
buy it from a chain store.

Here's the money
for the gas, Ike.

What's the matter?

It's bad enough I have
to take this from customers.

But from kinfolk, taking their
business to strangers?

If it wasn't for people like
you, I wouldn't be in this mess.

(HORN HONKING)

Here they come.

ERIN: Jason? Where'd he go?

GRANDPA: Well?

Well, what happened?
Say something.

You look like a couple of
Cheshire cats.

Anybody for Rockfish?

We got a couple more loads
to deliver tomorrow.

Then we're done?

We were already finished
truckload before last.

I just can't believe it.

The check paid off the mortgage
and a little bit left over.

-So...
-So,

tomorrow we burn
the blamed thing!

(ALL CHEERING)

JASON: (SINGING)
* Everybody's going
to a hoedown *

* They're coming
from miles around *

* All our friends and neighbors
are gonna be there *

* Listening to the
country sound *

* Now kick off your shoes,
take a rest for a while *

* Leave your tears
and worries behind *

* It's only gonna be
just a matter of time *

* Till everybody's
feeling fine *

* We're all going to a hoedown *

* It's a country jamboree *

* There isn't any time
to slow down *

* And I want you all
to come with me *

* Out to the barn,
gonna take my guitar *

* You can bring your mandolin *

* And if we run out of tunes
in the light of the moon *

* We can start all over again *

* We're all going to a hoedown *

* It's a country jamboree *

* There isn't any time
to slow down *

* And I want you all
to come with me *

* Out to the barn,
gonna take my guitar *

* You can bring your mandolin *

* And if we run out of tunes
in the light of the moon *

* We can start all over again **

You know, John,

I've been to a lot of different
kinds of parties.

Three hog-callings
and a county fair.

Never seen the like of this.

Mortgage burning,
and it ain't even a church.

-How's a fellow supposed to act?
-Just act natural, Horace.

John, there ain't nothing
natural about it.

Imagine a man owing nobody
nothing, nowhere in the world.

-Here you are, Maude.
-Oh, thank you.

Is there anything in this, Zeb?

I'll swear there's nothing in
there but whatever ought to be.

Aw, shucks. I'd hoped it'd be
something with a kick in it.

Me too.

-Hey.
-Hi.

-Hi.
-Join the party.

It's a memorable day, Olivia.

John Martin,
I'm counting on you.

For what?

If you see John Walton
bolting the premises,

Want you to hang on
to his shirttails.

He feels everybody's making
a little too much of this.

Don't know what he's got
to be shy about.

Another man in his position
would want everybody to know.

Not John.

John Martin, how come you didn't
bring your mother?

She's locked in her room.

That means either she's
counting her cash money

-or she's got a bottle in there.
-You bring those papers?

Got the mortgage right here
in my pocket. Stop fretting.

Well, thank you
for picking them up.

-Just wish this thing were over.
-Stop fretting.

Oh, Olivia, I'm sorry I'm late,

but I made my
famous English trifle,

and I became so involved
in the creativity of it,

that I simply lost
all track of time.

Where do you want me to put it?

Put it over there on the table.
Thank you, Corabeth.

Where's Ike?

Oh, well, he'll be right along.
He insisted that I come on.

I hope he's coming.
You said you had words with him?

Two words. "No refrigerator."

He got mad. There's nothing
I can do about that.

(HORN HONKING)

Mr. Brendamore.
Sure is good to see you.

Isaac, I haven't got
the best news for you.

It's an English trifle I made
especially for the occasion.

Delicious.

Zebulon, behave yourself.

My, it looks like
everybody in the county is here.

Everybody except
Ike and the Reverend Buchanan.

I don't know about Ike,

but I've never heard
of a Baptist preacher

that could resist fried chicken.

Who's that woman
with the Reverend?

It looks like Marcia Woolery.

It is Marcia Woolery.

Grandpa, she's fainted.

Corabeth? Corabeth?

Livie! Livie, come here!
It's Corabeth.

-OLIVIA: What happened?
-Clear out.

Clear out, everybody.
Give her air, give her room.

Mercy, mercy, mercy.

Now, Corabeth,
you stop this silliness.

The Baptist Church
will never survive...

The Baptist Church has
survived worse than this.

Behave yourself or I'll pour
a pitcher of lemonade on you.

Olivia, I would not like
for you to do that.

Well, nor would I.

But you pull yourself together
or I'm gonna.

I'll take you over to the porch,

and you can sit down
and compose yourself.

JASON: (SINGING)
* I'm going to Louisiana *

* My true love for to see *

* Oh, Suzanna,
don't you cry for me *

It's fun, isn't it?

What?

Watching the grownups
carrying on.

Are they carrying on?

Mama's mad at Corabeth.

And Daddy wishes
they'd just all go home.

Grandpa put some of the Recipe
in Maude Gormley's punch.

Preacher brought
a hussy to the party.

Erin Walton,
I just can't get over it.

You're all grown up
and just as pretty as a peach.

Thank you, Marcia.

-Is she really a hussy?
-That's what everyone thinks.

I always liked her.

Me, too.

Got the fireworks?

Yup, they're here.

Think the fireworks
have already started, though.

Who I'd love to see,
of course, is John-Boy.

They tell me he's all rich and
famous and living in New York.

Sort of.

Is he dating any
of them New York girls?

He keeps talking about a dancer
named Daisy in his letters.

Marcia, how do you know
Hank Buchanan, anyway?

Oh...

He just came into this dry goods
store the other day.

We got to talking and then one
thing led to another,

-and here we are.
-Do you see him a lot?

I just met him last week.

Isn't he the cutest thing you
ever saw for a preacher?

Yeah. He sure is.

Is he dating anybody around here
on a regular basis?

No. Not really.

I can't understand that.

If ever a man was ripe for
picking, it's Hank Buchanan.

-Well, see you, Erin.
-Bye.

What's the matter with Corabeth?

Oh, she fainted when she saw
Marcia with Hank.

Is she afraid Marcia will be
the preacher's wife?

Uh-huh.

She has nothing to worry about.
Because it won't be Marcia.

I suppose you know who it'll be?

Sure I do. I've always known.

-Everything alright?
-I may just murder Corabeth.

-She through with her faint yet?
-She's alright for the moment.

What's the matter anyway?

Hank Buchanan arrived
with Marcia Woolery.

I always liked Marcia Woolery.

I've got nothing against the
girl, but you have to admit,

she's not the best choice
for a Baptist minister's wife.

-Did I hear my name mentioned?
-Hello, Hank.

I'd sure like to get
this celebration underway.

You got any ideas on how to
speed it up?

Sure, let's get this started.
Everybody, come on up here.

Come on. Don't be bashful.
Step on up.

Just give me a moment of your
time here. Step on up.

Friends,

did not my Lord deliver Daniel
from the lion's den,

Jonah from the belly
of the whale,

and the Hebrew children
from the fiery furnace?

ALL: Amen.

-Then, why not every man?
-Why not?

Amen, sister.

Today, he has delivered
one of our number

from a good-sized mortgage

at the Mercantile Bank
in Rockfish.

Friends, I am proud and honored
to present to you,

perhaps the only man I know
free and clear of debt,

Mr. John Walton.

Well! I can't tell you what this
means to me and my family.

And the mill.

I just wish it could be
happening to all of you.

That's all I got to say,
except, who's got a match?

Now, what does that say, John?

"Paid in Full."

Jim-Bob, now!

(FIRECRACKERS EXPLODING)

(MOOING)

ALL: (SINGING)
* For he's a jolly good fellow *

* For he's a jolly good fellow *

* For he's a jolly good fellow *

* That nobody can deny *

* That nobody can deny *

-How does it feel?
-Will take some getting used to.

I'm proud of you.

We've worked hard for this day.
Let's enjoy it.

* For he's a jolly good fellow *

* That nobody can deny *

-There's Ike.
-Looks unhappy.

John, it's the end of the world.

JOHN: Ike, it can't be
all that bad.

The refrigerators don't work.

The bank knows it
and they want their money now.

Or they're going to
take the store.

Easy, easy.

Bring her inside.

Jason, keep everybody out.
And keep on playing.

(SINGING) * Buffalo gals,
won't you come out tonight? *

* Come out tonight,
come out tonight *

* Buffalo gals,
won't you come out tonight? *

* And dance by the
light of the moon *

* As I was walking
down the street *

* Down the street,
down the street *

I was dreaming of Doe Hill.

(CORABETH MOANING)

Oh, Olivia.

You're alright, Corabeth.
Just fainted again.

We're destitute.

How'd you get in this fix
anyway, Ike?

Oh, I found an ad in the paper
for an auction.

Refrigerators.

I bought 50 of them.

Now I see why they're so cheap.
They don't work.

JOHN: How much cash you in for?

$750.

We borrowed from
the Mercantile Bank,

put up the store as collateral
for a short-term loan.

If we put our heads together,
we can figure something out.

Ruination don't bother me
the way it does some,

because I see more of it,
being in business with mother.

Main thing, like that
man in the White House said,

there's nothing to fear
but fear itself.

That's true.

And, of course, the Mercantile
Bank and Trust Company.

They can't get blood
out of a turnip.

No, but they can get the turnip.

(MOANING)

$750 is a lot of money,

but it shouldn't be enough
to ruin a man.

John Martin,
isn't there some way Ike could

borrow the $750
and pay back the bank?

I've got nothing
I can borrow on.

He's got no collateral, Liv.

I'm sorry to say, John,
but that's not quite true.

You mean I got collateral?
What collateral?

John Walton.

John Walton?

John?

Whatever are you talking about,
John Martin?

Well, figure two years
at five percent.

No, I couldn't ask John.

That comes to thirty-two dollars
and ninety cents a month.

Even if you were stuck with the
payments, $2.98 a month less

than you were paying
on your bank loan.

Are you saying I should
mortgage the sawmill again?

No, I couldn't ask
you folks to do that.

My mother is a mean,
tight, hard-nosed businesswoman.

She's known John
longer than you have, Olivia.

If Ike Godsey signs a note,

and the signature
John Walton is underneath,

that's the soundest collateral

she can get
anywhere in the country.

John, we've got to discuss this.

Excuse us.

I do not see why we have to haul
Ike and Corabeth out of debt.

Olivia, I didn't say
I was gonna do anything.

It's the first time you haven't
had that loan hanging overhead.

You should use that
money for yourself.

Get some enjoyment out of life.

Liv, how could we enjoy
the Grand Canyon,

knowing that Ike and Corabeth
were ruined

and we could have saved them?

It was their greed
that got them into it.

Liv, if the shoe were
on the other foot,

wouldn't they do
the same for us?

No, they wouldn't.

Then let's put it this way.

What's the Christian
thing to do?

Well, I guess co-signing a loan

isn't the same as owing
the money yourself.

Technically, no.

Technically, yes.

When it comes right down
to the heartburn,

I don't know the difference.

John, I don't know how to say...

It's alright, Ike.
Don't worry about it.

Thank you.

They're waiting for us outside.

Well, it's been a good day.

And it's been nice having
all our friends over

to help in this celebration.

But I got to tell I'm standing
here under false pretenses.

Every dog has his day,
and I guess today I had mine.

It felt good being free,
not owing anybody anything.

I guess that feeling lasted
a good 20 minutes.

But I'm here to tell you
that I'm back home,

and back in debt,
and I don't much care.

I just want everybody
to know that

John Walton is back
in debt again,

but not without a great deal
of help from me.

Welcome home, John.

John, it's been a fine day.

We've traveled a long way
and we can begin again.

Knock on wood.
Reminds me of an old song.

(SINGING) * The bear went
over the mountain *

* The bear went
over the mountain *

-Erin, who is it?
-Who is what?

Who's going to marry
Hank Buchanan?

Me.

* The other side
of the mountain *

Erin.

* The other side
of the mountain *

JOHN-BOY: And there it was.

Our parents' great occasion
went as quickly as it came.

And this that followed
was the moment of meaning,

the time for celebration.

Our parents,
like our grandfather

on that Christmas morning
a hundred years ago,

were blessed with one lovely
moment of being rich.

And perhaps they knew,
like my grandfather,

that they would never
be poor again.

JOHN: This time I mean it.
Goodnight, everybody.

-JIM-BOB: Hey, Daddy?
-What?

That goony Marcia
was with the Reverend today.

Remember when John-Boy
was chasing after her?

JOHN: Yes, I do.

JIM-BOB: Just think.
Suppose John-Boy had caught her.

ERIN: Goodnight, Jim-Bob.

You know what she'd be
saying right now?

"Goodnight, Mama Walton,
goodnight, Daddy Walton,

goodnight, Jason..."

ALL: Goodnight, Jim-Bob.