All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S07E07.The.Portrait.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Jason, look.

There's someone riding.

And he's going much too fast
for that trail in the dark.

(NEIGHING)

Who was that?

(FRENCH SONG PLAYING ON RADIO)

JOHN-BOY: In the fall of 1941,
the war raging in Europe

still seemed remote to most
people on Walton's Mountain.

But its horrors were growing
every day.

Occasionally, someone would
bring the war home to our family

by touching our lives in a
personal and disturbing way.

ERIN: Jason, look.

Nobody's lived there
for as long as I can remember.

Somebody's there now.
Listen.

(FRENCH SONG PLAYING ON RADIO)

I thought all the Pembrokes
were dead.

Except for the son.
Derek, I think they called him.

He was in Europe studying art
the last I heard.

Let's go home, Jason.

I can't quite make this out.

It's some soap,
but I don't know what kind.

Oh, no, no, that's soup,
mushroom soup.

(CHUCKLES) Mary Ellen's
handwriting is getting worse.

The doctors teach the nurses to
write that way in the hospitals.

I do hope that your family
is planning

on making a contribution
to our bazaar.

Mama's cleaning out the attic,
trying to find things.

You know what's a good idea?
You can open a kissing booth.

You could earn a lot of money
for the church that way.

Oh, I guess I better go
get the flathead screws.

I hope that you will not allow
Mr. Godsey's uncouth remark

to prevent you from attending
our bazaar.

I'd go to a corn husking, things
are so boring around here.

CORABETH: Oh, I quite agree.

(DOOR OPENING)

It's a cultural desert.

CORABETH: Good afternoon.
May I be of assistance?

-After the ladies.
-They are already being served.

I have a list then.

How refreshing to find someone
so virile

also capable of domestic
affairs.

(WHISPERING)
What's he staring at?

(WHISPERING)
Well, maybe you staring at him.

-He's handsome.
-He'll hear you.

A gallon of turpentine?

My, you must be planning
on doing a lot of painting?

Yes.

I don't believe I've
had the pleasure

of seeing you around these
parts, have I?

No.

I'd like to cash this check.

Oh, we hardly ever handle
personal checks, but...

Mr. Godsey?

Well, let me see.

Pembroke, Derek Pembroke...

Oh, Derek Pembroke the Third.

Oh, now I understand.

You're the one that's been
staying at the Pembroke place.

Everybody's been wondering.

Well, I'm Ike Godsey
and my wife, Corabeth.

How do you do?

Will you honor that check?

Oh, sure, for a new neighbor,
of course.

I guess you're gonna be staying
with us for a while here, huh?

Where is it that
you've been again?

DEREK: Paris.

Now that Paris has fallen,
you're here seeking refuge

in Walton's Mountain.

And what is it you do again?
You're a painter?

Yes.

What a cultural addition
to our community.

I'm sure there are a many people
who'd like to meet you.

Perhaps a small soiree
can be arranged.

No, I'm here to work,

not to socialize.

Oh.

We'll fill your order later.
Mr. Godsey will deliver it.

Would you like us
to put it on your account?

Thank you.

Au revoir,
Mr. Pembroke.

Wow!

MARY ELLEN:
You remember Nurse McKlusky?

Mean!

She said to say hi and to tell
you that the plant

you gave her
is doing just fine.

We have a new neighbor.
An artist from Paris.

Derek Pembroke is back
from Europe.

Oh, boy.

MARY ELLEN:
Grandma remembers him.

I was always fascinated
by the Pembrokes.

Their thoroughbred horses,
elegant clothes

traveling to New York, Europe.

This one has the most
piercing eyes.

Yes, all he did was
stare at Erin.

Let's take these
in the house.

MARY ELLEN:
I'll take them, Elizabeth.

Thanks.

You're home early.

I'm working in the psycho ward
the hours are different.

-Do you like it?
-It's a little scary.

You never know what the patients
are gonna do next.

One minute everything's
peaceful, the next bedlam.

Living with this family must've
been good training for that.

How about you, how's work
at the business school?

-Boring, like everything else.
-What you need is a boyfriend.

(SCOFFS)

With the draft
that's a lost cause.

Well, don't give up.

What's all this?

Stuff for the bazaar. I'm
helping Mama clean the attic.

(MUMBLING)

What, Grandma?

I don't think Grandma
wants the bird cage to go.

Well, Grandma,
it's pretty beat up

and we don't even
have a bird.

Get one.

Okay, Grandma,
just leave it to me.

(PIANO PLAYING)

Would you like
to sit over here?

Things are really slow
in here tonight.

I'm Jason Walton.

Derek Pembroke.

The nightlife around
Walton's Mountain

must seem pretty tame
after Paris.

Do you know any French songs?

The Marseillaise
and Frere Jacques.

How about this one?

(PLAYING PIANO)

(SINGING IN FRENCH)

What do the words mean?

"Pleasure of love

"lasts only a moment

"the pain of love lasts
for a lifetime."

Jim-Bob, I give up.

(SHUSHING)
If you don't pipe down,
it'll never work.

We've been out here forever.

Yeah, but the thing with hunting
is you've got to be patient.

You've got to outwit your prey.

Okay.

You know, if we just pool our
money, we can buy a canary.

All it takes is a steady eye
and a quick hand.

Okay, Jungle Jim, just remember,
the pet store closes at 5:00.

(EXHALING)

ELIZABETH: (WHISPERING)
This will never work.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Wait, don't move!

Just like that.

I like the way the light
is falling on your hair.

I didn't mean to disturb you.

You came at just the right time.

My mother used to paint.

Not people, just mostly
landscapes.

I always wished I could.

Some people paint beauty,

others are simply beautiful.

-May I see it?
-No!

I'm sorry.

This place was so much
lighter when I was a boy.

All these trees have grown
together now.

I can smell decaying wood.

Do you miss Paris?

The Paris that
we knew is dead.

It's a dark place now.

We must forget Paris,

and begin a new life here.

Are you coming?

I have to go home now.

Another time then.

OLIVIA: Erin?

Erin!

Erin!

You were off in the clouds.
Will you give me a hand?

Sure, Mama.

Don't drop any.

These have got to last us
the whole winter.

I've never seen the peaches as
big as they were this year.

Bursting their skins.

I could hardly get them
in the jars.

I ran into that artist
in the woods today.

Derek Pembroke.

There's something different
about him.

And attractive, I'm told.

He's probably broken
a dozen hearts by now.

You'd better not go walking
in the woods, Erin

in the mood you're in.

Don't you get tired of doing
the same things over and over?

Sure do.

Every year for as long
as I can remember

you and Grandma
have put up fruit.

Can't afford to have it
going to waste.

Every day is
the same for me.

I get up, I go to work,
I come home and I go to bed.

Sounds to me like you've got
a good case

of feeling sorry for yourself.

It's the sameness that makes
the special things stand out.

Take this winner cactus.

Every year at about this time,
I bring it down here.

It stays in the dark
for a whole month.

Poor thing.

Well, it's being in the dark
that makes it bloom.

By Christmas it will be
glorious with color.

You're having a dark spell,
that means flowers are coming.

I hope.

I don't care
if you're my sister

if you say, "I told you so"
I'll smash you.

I wasn't gonna say anything..

Well you're thinking it.
You've got that look.

I don't know why
you should be so mad.

You wanted to catch a wild bird
and you caught a wild bird.

I wasn't the one
who let it go.

Yeah, well, you'd never let me
take it home to Grandma.

Jim-Bob, you're a big softie
and you hate to admit it.

I wonder how much
the pet store charges for birds.

This is where the artist lives.
I wonder what he's doing.

(SCOFFS)
Painting ladies maybe.

I'd sure like to know,
wouldn't you?

Hey, Elizabeth, I dare you
to go peek in the window.

I will if you will.

Let's go.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

ELIZABETH: Grandma? Are you
resting?

Come in.

Do you remember
that old bird cage?

Well, Jim-Bob fixed it up
and we decided...

What good is a bird cage
without a bird?

-Yeah.
-So, here it is!

Oh, my.

The man in the store promised
he's a guaranteed singer.

ELIZABETH: So far
he hasn't sung a note.

JIM-BOB: Maybe he has
to get used to us.

ELIZABETH: We tried to catch a
wild bird, but couldn't.

JIM-BOB: We couldn't get a
guaranteed singer that way.

And when he begins to sing,
he can be company for you.

Come on. Come on.

Where would you like us
to put him, Grandma?

Kitchen. Kitchen.

He's supposed to be
for you, to keep you company.

Don't you wanna keep him
in your room?

Everyone.

Everyone.

Hope you like him,
Grandma.

Oh, my.

(MUMBLING)

ERIN: Today started out
like every other day of my life.

Then this afternoon

the strangest thing

happened in the woods.

ELIZABETH:
What are you writing?

Why are you sneaking
up on me?

I wasn't sneaking up on you.
You weren't paying attention.

Well, I happened to be
writing in my diary.

Big deal. "We had chicken pie
for supper.

"I have 13 students
in my typing class."

-You were reading my diary?
-It was left open on the desk.

It was boring!

That's because everything
around here is boring.

You wouldn't say that if you saw
what Jim-Bob and I saw

at the Pembroke place
this afternoon.

What did you see?

We peaked in the window and we
saw Derek Pembroke

painting right on the wall.

Elizabeth, you had
no business spying on him.

But it was scary.

He was painting the whole war,
people getting shot and killed.

Then he got mad and threw his
paints all over the place.

He is an artist, Elizabeth.
Artists are temperamental.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

BEN: Elizabeth?

Daddy wants to see you.

Jim-Bob told.

I wouldn't be in your
shoes for anything.

Downstairs.

You know something, Ben?
You're a real drip.

Guilty conscience, huh?

Elizabeth

Jim-Bob was told me about
your adventure this afternoon.

Sorry. He was looking at me
like he could read my mind.

You two know better than to go
peeking in neighbors' windows.

We were curious.

That's no excuse
and you know it.

Next time I hear something like
that, you're gonna be punished.

ELIZABETH: I wouldn't go back
there anyway for anything.

JOHN: Glad to hear it. I don't
know what's going on down there

but I don't want you hanging
around Derek Pembroke.

Is that clear?

ELIZABETH: Yes, Daddy.
JIM-BOB: Yes, Daddy.

Can we go now?

Get along. I'm sure
you've got homework.

I know you do.

Mr. Pembroke.

I've come for some more things.

First, it is necessary
that we discuss your check.

It was returned from the bank
marked, "Insufficient funds."

"Bounced," I believe,
is the common term.

I'm sorry.

I have money coming from the
estate, until then, I'm broke.

As a matter of fact, I think
I'm going to need more credit.

You already owe us
a considerable amount.

I know that and you'll be paid.

Meanwhile,
I brought you some...

Some security.

Your paintings?

Oh, my!

Well, these certainly do show
the ugliness of war.

They're not what one
would call pleasant

but they do have a certain

brute strength.

Good.

Then sell them for whatever
price you think is fair.

I don't know what Mr. Godsey
would have to say about that.

-How much credit do you want?
-I just need a few things.

Well

we cannot allow our leading
artist to go hungry, can we?

Give me your list.

Thank you.

(DOOR OPENING)

May I?

Yes.

Do you like it?

They're very powerful.

The important thing is the
emotion that it creates in you.

I don't like to look at them,
but it's hard not to.

Then you understand.

I'm glad.

Good morning, Erin.

Good morning, Corabeth.
I brought these letters to mail.

Perhaps you would be interested
in my latest venture.

I am planning on opening
a small art gallery

featuring the works
of our own Parisian artist.

I hope it's successful.

I'll just leave these here.

Perhaps you'd like
to spread the word.

Godsey's Gallery
is open for business.

I'll take you home?

My brother is coming for me.
And I'm going to work.

I'll wait with you then.

-I've been waiting for you.
-What?

The mural isn't going well.
I need you to pose for me.

You can find a lot of girls
prettier than me.

No. It's your face
that I need.

Will you sit for me?

I can't.

I have a job.

Well, then come
to my house, tonight.

ERIN: I've got to go.

I'll be waiting!

Mr. Pembroke, your order.

JIM-BOB: Audience ready,
curtain going up!

ELIZABETH:
I can't find the station.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

JIM-BOB: Okay, chirpy,
this is for you.

ELIZABETH:
Your own radio show.

Brought to you by Admiral
Birdseed

and dedicated to canary lovers
everywhere.

(BIRDS CHIRPING ON RADIO)

GRANDMA: Come on.

ELIZABETH: Let's turn it up.

(VOLUME INCREASING)

This just isn't working.
That bird's not gonna sing.

We got gypped.

I think I'll take him
back to the store

and demand a real singer
or my money back.

No.

Come on. Come on!

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

You're late.

I wasn't going
to come at all.

I came to tell you
that I can't pose for you.

Come in.

DEREK: This way.

What do you think?

It's wonderful.

-And awful.
-It's my life.

This central place,
reserved for you.

I thought I could paint
you from memory.

Why did you stay away?

I missed you.

You are so beautiful
by candlelight.

Oh, Gabrielle. Gabrielle.

Gabrielle!

Gabrielle!

Gabrielle!

Gabrielle!

IKE: We haven't even
had a nibble.

Of course, I really
can't blame people.

You're a painter, Olivia.
What you think of these things?

There's no doubt
the man has real talent.

You see, Mr. Godsey?

I find these paintings
very disturbing.

I wouldn't want one
in my house.

There, you see?
We'll probably never sell them.

And I'd rather have the cash
than the culture.

The fact is, Olivia, the man
was practically destitute.

If we'd not taken
these paintings in trade

why, he would probably
be starving.

IKE: Why doesn't he go get an
honest job? He's a painter.

Why doesn't he paint
the outside of the store?

Mr. Godsey,
this man is an artist!

Not a common house painter.

MARY ELLEN: And some artists
would rather paint than eat.

You're always hearing about
them starving in garrets.

That's not exactly
a garret he's starving in.

He could sell it.

We've been lucky
in this country.

We haven't had to experience
this kind of pain.

Yet.

I don't know what makes you
think this is gonna work,

but it couldn't hurt to try.

Come on.

(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)

Grandma, Chirpy's not gonna sing
anything after hearing this.

Come on. Come on.

(WOMAN SINGING ON GRAMOPHONE)

I hate to see you breaking
your heart over that bird.

I'm afraid it's never
gonna sing.

Yes.

Only the males sing.

I'll bet Jim-Bob let them
sell him a female.

It's hard to tell
with a canary.

GRANDMA: A boy.

What makes you think so?
Intuition?

We can always take him back,
you know, and pick out another.

Mine.

I know you're fond of him,
I thought you wanted a songbird?

He will sing.

If you say so, Grandma.

(MUMBLING)

ERIN: Dear diary,
after what happened at

the Pembroke mansion
the other night

how can I go back
to writing about

the everyday
things of my life?

I have been kissed by boys

but never before by a man.

And it was
the most wonderful

scary thing that
ever happened to me.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come in.

Erin, any trouble
with John Curtis?

He's still asleep.

Didn't miss me, huh?

Just like a man,
out of sight, out of mind.

I guess so.

You okay, Erin?

Yeah.

Mary Ellen, how do you know
when you're in love?

When you are, you don't have
to ask that question.

Who do you have in mind?

Derek Pembroke.

He asked me to pose
for a portrait.

You never mentioned it.

Well, I didn't think
it would be important to anyone.

Nobody ever asked me to pose.

Mary Ellen, it's different
than John-Boy's writing

or Jason's music

or your making people well.

Being pretty isn't something
that I earned.

It just happened.

That doesn't mean
you have to hide it.

I went over there
the other night.

Oh, Mary Ellen,
he was so strange.

One minute he was angry

and the next he was real tender.

And he acts like he's known
me for a long time.

I've thought
I was in love before.

First with Chad

and then with G.W.

But this is different.

I want to be with him
until it hurts, but

when I am, I'm so frightened
that I wanna run home and hide.

If it was love, you wouldn't
feel like running from it.

I think you know
he's wrong for you.

I'm never going
to see him again.

But it's going to be awfully
hard not thinking about him.

Come on, stop that, Grandma.
You're working too hard.

Let's play a duet.

You're gonna lose your touch.
You haven't practiced for long.

I mean it, Grandma.
Sit down.

You're through dusting
for today.

Carry Me Back to Old Virginny,
it's one of your favorite songs.

(BOTH SINGING)

Carry me back

To old Virginny

There's where the cotton

And the corn and 'taters grow

There's where the birds

Warble sweet in the springtime

There's where this
old darkey's heart

Am long to go

(BIRD CHIRPING)

There's where I labored

So hard for old Massa

Day after day

In the fields of yellow corn

No place on Earth

(BIRD CHIRPING)

Do I love more sincerely

Than old Virginny

The state where I was born

Grandma!

Jim-Bob, Grandma taught
Chirpy how to sing!

Hey, that's great, Grandma.
Good going!

We knew you could do that,
Grandma.

He was just waiting to
hear your voice, Grandma.

Boy, it sure took him long
enough.

BEN: Yeah. Look, though.

JASON: We're gonna have to
change his name to Caruso now.

Sorry about the shorthand class,
girls. No lights, no class.

And we get a night off.
See you tomorrow.

Does anybody need
a ride home?

No, thanks,
we're going to a movie.

-Alright, goodnight.
-Bye.

Bye-bye.

What are you doing?

Stay where you are.

ERIN: Where are we going?

DEREK: Home, Gabrielle.
To finish the painting.

Why do you always call me
Gabrielle?

Why do you play
games with me?

They'll be expecting
me at home.

We have work to do.

Take me home, Derek.
Please, take me home.

Gabrielle, don't be frightened.
It will be like old times.

I am not Gabrielle!
I am Erin!

No!

I will not lose you.

Nothing is ever going to
take you away from me again!

(WOMAN SINGING IN FRENCH
ON GRAMOPHONE)

Don't move!

I think I put that file
right on the desk.

Yes, here it is.

You can drop it by here any time
you're finished with it.

Thank you, Doctor.

How do you find duty in
the psycho ward, Mrs. Willard?

It took some getting used to,
but I like it now.

Good. You'd make an excellent
psychiatric assistant.

You might give some thought
as to making it your specialty.

Well, not right away.

I'm hoping to join my husband
in Hawaii soon.

Who painted that
picture, Doctor?

A patient.
Interesting, isn't it?

Looks very familiar.

The artist was admitted
a while back

with a leg wound he'd gotten
escaping the Nazis in France.

He painted this while
he was recovering.

What's his name?

Pembroke.
Derek Pembroke.

It is the same artist.

We tried transferring him
to the psychiatric ward

but he wouldn't stay
and we couldn't hold him.

You mean he's mentally ill?

And in my opinion
he could be dangerous.

JOHN: Thought you were Erin.
MARY ELLEN: Isn't she home yet?

BEN: No, Mama's really worried.

She's in there trying to call
everyone she can think of.

She should've been home
a long time ago.

I stopped by the business
college on my way home

and there was a sign,
classes were cancelled.

I'm going looking for her.

If she'd broken down, you would
have passed her on the road.

Unless she took a shortcut
and went to visit somebody.

Derek Pembroke!

What's he got to do with Erin?

She went over there once,
he wanted to paint her.

It's the first time
I'm hearing this.

She said she wasn't
gonna see him again.

She meant it.
Unless she didn't have a choice.

It's the first place
I'm gonna look.

MARY ELLEN: I'll give you a ride
I can explain on the way.

Ben, not a word to your mother.
Tell here I'll be right back.

(PALETTE FALLING)

Something goes wrong.

Beauty turns to ugliness
and horror.

I can't see you, Gabrielle.

All I see is blood.

Your blood!

The day we fled Paris

we were trying to save
paintings from the Louvre.

It was a cold, gray day.

There was a steady rain.
It fell silently.

The Germans were already
on the outskirts of the city.

Already rounding up deportees.

We loaded the truck

and we took the road to Epernay

but it was clogged
with people crying.

And the planes

they came so low

we could have reached up
and touched them.

The noise was terrible.

(SOBBING)

Felt bullets

tearing through your body.

You looked up at me

and I tried to smile.

You died in my arms.

Gabrielle.

Gabrielle!

(CRYING)

Derek.

Do you have folks or some
friends we can call for you?

DEREK: I have a friend.

He's a doctor.

Do you want to go now?

Daddy.

Come on, son.

JOHN-BOY: Derek recovered
from his breakdown

and returned to France
to serve with the underground.

The old mansion
was boarded up

and, in time,
Erin's portrait faded

along with her memories of the
young artist who had painted it.

JOHN: Liv, whatever happened
to that old bathrobe of mine?

OLIVIA: I donated it to the
church bazaar.

JOHN: It was just getting
comfortable.

OLIVIA: No wonder, you've
been wearing it for 15 years.

JOHN: Any chance of
getting it back?

OLIVIA: I'll buy you
a new one tomorrow.

JOHN: (SIGHING)
New job, new car, new bathrobe.

Maybe I better start
looking for a new wife.

-Liv?
-OLIVIA: Take your hands off me!

JOHN: Liv, I was just joking.

OLIVIA: If you want
a new wife, go and find one.

If you were joking, it wasn't
my idea of a very good joke!

If you want that old bathrobe,
get it yourself!

JOHN: Come on.

(JOHN KISSING HER)