All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S07E19.The.Attack.WEBRip.x264-ION10

JOHN: Easy, easy!

Call the hospital.
Tell them we're on our way.

(CAR DOOR CLOSING)

Kind of makes you
feel numb, doesn't it?

I'm so scared.

-So is Corabeth.
-I'll call the hospital.

(DOOR OPENING)

JOHN-BOY: For as long
as we could remember,

Ike Godsey's General
Merchandise Store

had been the social center
of our community.

Friendships were forged
over loaves of bread.

The place was a clearing house
for news, rumor and,

often as not, gossip.

Adventure in those days
was having a nickel to spend

and time to gaze
into the candy counter

for as long as we liked
before making a selection.

Little did we know then
how much that store

and its occupants
meant to us,

until one terrifying day
in 1942.

IKE: You say you didn't get
last month's report?

Oh, I don't understand. I helped
fill it out myself. Yeah.

I mailed it myself.

MAUDE: Hurry up, Ike!
I haven't got all day.

It is not my fault.
I don't know where it is.

It's probably somewhere
between here and there.

Listen, blame your
own post office.

I'm a paying customer.
Get off of that phone!

Fill out a duplicate?

Look, it took
Mrs. Godsey and I

hours to fill it
in the first place.

I don't have time to do
that thing again

and then run a store, too.

-Terribly sorry, mister.
-You're sorry?

If they're running the war
the way they run the OPA,

the Germans are going to be
in Washington by Christmas.

-Who's first?
-I came after some sugar, again.

I'm sorry, Maude, there
is still no sugar.

I don't have the slightest idea
when we're going to have any.

My cousin Ida says there's
plenty of sugar to be had.

I think he's just hoarding
it away to sell it

to those rich folks in
Charlottesville.

Maude, Ike wouldn't do
anything like that.

Maude, that would
be dishonest.

Well, then give me a half
a cupful and I'll be on my way.

And the police won't know
a thing about it.

Maude, I swear, if I had any
sugar, I'd sell it to you,

but Corabeth and I don't even
have for our own sugar bowl.

Very well. Then I'll just
have to take my business

to Rockfish from now on.

-Bye, Maude.
-Bye.

-Bye, Maude.
-Oh, bye.

I hope you are not out
of friction tape.

Not yet,
but give it time.

-How much do you need, John?
-Couple of rolls.

Maude is the third customer
this week who's taking

all her shopping to Rockfish.

The fact is there's
no more sugar

in Rockfish than
there is here.

Where is it all?

It's in Cuba. The trouble
is there aren't enough boats

to be able to go there
and pick it up.

I swear, running a store is
getting rougher and rougher,

with the shortages
and the rationing and

the OPA reports
and the price freezes.

I keep telling myself that it's
all for the war effort.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

Oh, I've got a gas customer.
Talk to you later.

What are you doing there?
Hey!

Go on! Go on! Go on!

(MULE NEIGHING)

-Hi, Daddy.
-That mule was out

of the barn again. He was
in your mama's flower bed.

-He's not mine.
-Well, whose is he?

-He used to be John-Boy's.
-Whose is he now?

When was the last time
he did any work here?

Ask Jim-Bob. Jim-Bob's
supposed to take care of him.

Nobody ever said anything to me
about it. But I feed him daily.

We can't afford an animal
who does nothing but eat.

What are we supposed
to do with him?

Maybe it's time
to sell him.

You can't sell Blue!
He's one of the family.

I'm sorry. Nobody seems
to want to take care of him.

He just wonders all over
the place.

We can't afford to feed him,
and he never does any work.

You two find someone
who can put him to good use.

You can split the sales price
between you.

-C'mon, Ben, we got work to do.
-Yes, Daddy.

What're we waiting for?
Let's put up that sign.

You know something?

You're heartless.
You'd sell me if you could.

(MUTTERING)everybody wants
everything I don't seem to have.

Mr. Godsey, could you step over
here for a moment, please?

Would you leave me alone,
please?

I'm trying to put
together an order.

I need my mind
to be able to think.

Need I remind that you're
not the only person

facing a deadline?

The Office of
Price Administration

will not wait one more day
for these forms.

Now, first of all,
what I need to know

is how many gallons of gasoline
did we sell last month?

You got the wrong form.

I beg your pardon.

You see those three
letters there? "OPM."

We're supposed to be making out
a report to the OPA.

Well, yes, but the local
representative of the DCB

thought that it might
be more helpful if we filed

an OPM report with the OPA,
which could then be forwarded

to the BEW for use
in allocation planning.

Corabeth, J.D. Pickett is
the only person in these

parts that fills out
an OPM report.

Now, if the OWI tells the OPA
that we're giving information

to the SPAB and not them, well,
they're gonna call in the WRA

and they're gonna put us in jail
for the rest of the war.

Well, now, I seriously doubt
that that will happen.

You gonna help me
with these forms or not?

Corabeth, give me five minutes,
will you?

Very well, I will see what I can
do with them in the meantime.

-Hey, Ike. Hi, Corabeth.
-Hello, what can I do for you?

Is it okay to put this in your
window? "White mule for sale."

Why, I'd buy him myself if he
could make out government forms.

Yeah, sure, go ahead.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

I'm never gonna be able
to get this order together.

I'll go pump
the gas for you.

Oh, thank you, Jim-Bob.
You're a godsend.

(DOOR OPENING)

Now, let's see, we got
the chocolate chips. Right.

And then that's the...

Do you have any sugar yet?

Is that all anybody ever comes
up and asks for is sugar?

It's just Mary Ellen's cooking,
it's awful without it.

I think it's kind of
a relief not to have sugar.

I mean, those sauces
Corabeth makes all the time.

It's nice to have plain old just
meat and potatoes, you know?

(CLEARING THROAT)

Maybe we should stroke
the other way.

Why? He wouldn't like it.
Besides, it'd make him look

funny, with his hair
sticking straight up.

That's what I mean.
Then nobody would buy him.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

JIM-BOB: Hey, Clarence.
What you got there?

The sign you and Elizabeth
put up in Godsey's store.

JIM-BOB: What did you take
it down for?

How much are you asking
for this broken-down mule?

JIM-BOB: Fifteen bucks.

-Let's have a look.
-He's the finest mule

in Jefferson County.

Actually, he's old and dying,
not worth the hay to feed him.

Elizabeth!

He's got some rare disease.

Makes him foam at the mouth
and holler all night.

She just doesn't want to sell
him, that's all.

(MULE NEIGHING)

Fifteen dollars is
a right high price.

He's really easy
on gas, though.

You don't need those
ration coupons.

-I'll give you 13.
-We're selling our best friend.

-CLARENCE: Fourteen.
-There's a price freeze on.

We have to freeze the price
at 15 dollars.

-Okay, 15 dollars.
-You're making a mistake.

Sold!

Come on, Blue.

(MULE NEIGHING)

Hope to see you later, Blue.

What are you going to do
with your share?

Buy a picture of Judas, maybe.

It's strange, having to set an
alarm to get up this morning.

I know, Blue is the best
alarm clock in the world.

The loudest mule
in Virginia.

Mr. Godsey, you will have to see
to the customers this morning.

I must rearrange
the perfume display.

Change is the essence
of good salesmanship.

I've got all
this mail to sort.

Oh, dear! Look at those shelves.
I told you to let me do it.

-What's wrong with them?
-Well, they're in such disarray!

How can you possibly hope
to maintain the confidence

-of your customers?
-What is so important about cans

of beets all in
a straight row anyway?

-Oh, never mind, I'll do it.
-No! I'll do it!

I'll do it. I'll take
care of them, okay?

As if I didn't have
more important things to do.

The OPA is on my back
night and day.

My gas customers
are upset with gas rationing

and they're taking it out on me.

And I'm trying to run
a store and a post office

and a Civil Defense headquarters
all at the same time.

(SIGHS)

And I've got bills to pay.

-What is it?
-I don't know.

Get help.

(DOORBELL TINKLING)

CORABETH: I don't know how I'll
ever break the news to Aimee.

JOHN: I wouldn't tell her yet.
Let's wait and see what happens.

Yes, yes, you're right.

I shouldn't interrupt
her education unless

worse comes to worse.

There's no change. We're going
to continue to keep him

pretty heavily sedated
for a while.

Maybe it's best if we left.

Well, the more rest and quiet
he gets, the better.

Oh, but I... I have to stay
here with Mr. Godsey.

There'll be a nurse here
all night.

It's all my fault.

-That's nonsense, Corabeth.
-JOHN: Come on, Corabeth.

I've never seen
a heart attack case

where the spouse
didn't take the blame.

If only I hadn't
pushed him so hard.

I drove him to it.

Oh, Corabeth, who knows
what makes these things happen?

Maybe he worried
about the war too much.

That's still thousands
of miles away.

How about the price freeze
and the shortages

and all the paperwork? That put
pressure on him, didn't it?

Not enough to give him
a heart attack.

And all the extra business
from the Pickett Defense Plant.

I mean, that was a burden,
wasn't it?

-Perhaps a little.
-And all his customers

he's known all his life
that go to Rockfish

the minute something
goes wrong.

Or Aimee's private school?
Or the bills?

Maybe I should have just
done more to help.

Corabeth, you're not giving
yourself enough credit.

Without you, he might have
had this heart attack long ago

and I think you know it.

I don't want him to die!

Corabeth, none of us do.

I can't ever remember the store
being closed on a work day.

The place is awful lonely.

ELIZABETH: Ike's going
to get better, isn't he?

Well, with a heart attack,
you never really know.

If he does get better,
it's gonna take a long time.

I just wish we'd hear
some news about him.

I thought only old people
had heart attacks.

Don't think you'll have to worry
about that for a long time.

What about Daddy?
He's about Ike's age.

I guess it just
depends on the person.

Maybe we should make it
a little bit easier on Daddy.

He'd never let us
get away with that.

That's for sure. Being pampered
is the last thing he wants.

It would be for his own good if
we made him rest a bit more.

BEN: Watch out.

-What are you doing here?
-We're waiting for Corabeth.

I came to get things for her.

She's staying in town until
Ike gets out of hospital.

When will that be?

It's hard to say at this point.
He is pretty serious.

We'll have to do our shopping
in Rockfish for a while.

Looks that way.

Enough of us go to town,
that shouldn't be any problem.

ERIN: I worry about
those vegetables spoiling.

Maybe we can buy
some of the food.

It's not a bad idea.
Put some of this stuff to use.

Why does the store
have to close?

Who's going to run it,
Santa Claus?

Well, what about us?

-Morning, you two.
-Hi, Daddy.

-You're off to the store?
-We got the first shift.

Ike always says how
busy Saturday is.

We figured it'd take
the both of us.

-Hi, Daddy.
-Good morning, Ben.

-Why don't you have a seat?
-What for, Son?

I'm gonna make you
some breakfast.

-What do you think I'm having?
-That's not a good meal.

Good enough for me.

-What do you wanna talk to me?
-Oh, nothing.

Why did you ask me
to sit down?

I just wanted you
to feel more comfortable.

Well, I was plenty comfortable
standing up, Son.

Oh, I think I could take care
of all the mill by myself today.

Good, I got some
errands to run.

I could do those, too,
if you want.

-Ben, are you in love again?
-No. Why?

Well, 'cause you're acting
kind of sappy, Son.

Better get going. You gotta
open the store on time.

It's almost 8:00.

C'mon, Elizabeth. We don't want
a reputation for being late.

-JIM-BOB: See you later, sappy.
-Goodbye.

I'll be down to check things out
in a little while.

Thank you, Ben.

You're welcome.

-Oh, hi.
-Hi, Maude.

Hi, Maude.

I've decided to give you
folks another chance

before I go to Rockfish.
Can't stand cities.

-What can we do for you?
-Well, I need some sugar.

I wish we had
some to give you.

You mean Ike took it
to the hospital with him?

We just don't have any. We might
not for quite some time.

Oh, my! And I'm such
a fool over sugar.

-Maude, how are you doing?
-Well, hello!

Your children won't sell me
any sugar, and I haven't got

-the will to eat without it.
-We feel the same way.

You're gonna have to live with
it till the shortage's over.

We'd make a fortune
if there was a way of

inventing something
that would replace sugar.

You don't need to. It's growing
over the side of the mountain.

-Well, what's that?
-Sorghum. Pa planted years ago.

He never got around
to making molasses.

Went to seed, and now
it comes back every year.

Blackstrap molasses?

That's all we had to use
for sugar in these parts

when I was a little girl.

We'd have to build a mill,
though.

Well, Pa was building
some machinery for it.

Parts of it are still out
behind the mill.

-I bet I can make it work easy.
-Now, that's the spirit!

That's the trouble
with too many young people,

they just haven't
any gumption!

There's plenty of wood
if you two wanna give it a go.

May be some money in it.

I'll bet between the both
of us, we'd do pretty good.

How long would it take
to make me some molasses?

-Oh...
-Two weeks?

Two weeks.

That long?

Well, it's off to Rockfish
before I starve to death.

-Bye, Maude.
-Bye-bye, Maude.

JOHN: Good luck in Rockfish.

Bye.

"'My dear master,' I answered,
'I am Jane Eyre.'

"'I have found you out.
I am come back to you.'

"'In truth? In the flesh?'

"'My living Jane?' he asked."

"'You touch me, sir,'

"'you hold me,' I replied."

Mr. Godsey?

I haven't been a very good wife
to you, have I, Ike?

Perhaps I never
should have married.

Did I ever tell you?

When I was a young girl,

I used to dream of
finding the ideal man.

I never could find the man
who'd live up to my dreams.

But would I have
lived up to his?

You're a good man, Ike.

And if I've pushed you,
it's because I've loved you.

And do you know something?

Oh, my dear,

you are everything

that young girl ever dreamed
or hoped she'd have.

Mary Ellen, I didn't know
you were there.

Why don't you get
some rest, Corabeth?

No, I... I want to stay here,

I want to spend as much time
with Ike as I can.

But he's sound asleep.

Why don't you get some rest
in the meantime?

I'm going to lose him, aren't I?

Dr. Spencer says
the worst of the danger is over.

When I was a little girl,
my father had a heart attack,

and the doctor said
he'd be fine, too.

And in a month,
Papa was dead.

We're all praying for Ike.
He is going to get better.

But right now,
you better get some rest.

Nurse's orders.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Boy, I'm glad you're here.
It's been a long day.

-Coming, Elizabeth?
-No, I'm going to help Erin.

-Jim-Bob, what's all this?
-Bread.

I can see that. But it looks
like there's 100 loaves here.

Twelve dozen, to be exact.

-Isn't that a little much?
-I told you.

Let me look at Ike's books
and see what he usually orders.

-It's going to all turn moldy.
-How do you know, Elizabeth?

Maybe we can grind it up

and sell lifetime supplies
of bread crumbs.

-Why don't you just shut up?
-These books are a mess.

I'll bet Ike'd be surprised
if he found them in order.

Let me see. Here it is.
On Saturdays, he usually...

He orders twelve loaves
of bread.

Jim-Bob, you ordered
twelve dozen.

Anybody want a sandwich?

It's still ticking?

As far as I can tell.

I'm glad to hear it.

I think you should know that
things aren't going to be

the same, not for a long,
long time.

Because of the attack, some of
the tissues around your heart

have been damaged and you need
rest so that the heart muscle

has a chance to repair itself.

How much longer do
I have to stay here?

-DOCTOR: Well, it depends.
I'm not going to let you go

anywhere until I feel
good about your progress.

Be honest with me,
will you, Doc?

Am I going to pull
through this thing?

Well, no promises. But with
the proper amount of rest,

there's a good chance
you'll fully recover.

Enough to go back
to the store?

I'd just as soon you didn't
worry about that right now,

not for as long as possible.

You see, the less pressure
you're under, the better.

Sure appreciate you
coming by, John.

The Baldwin sisters
asked me to drop this off.

They said it'd brighten up
your stay in the hospital.

The Recipe.

Boy, if ever I needed
the Recipe, it's here now.

Go get a chair
and I'll give you a share.

It's your party, Ike.

Binoculars.

They have a note here.

"Dearest Ike,

"This little gift will help you
wile away the hours

"in watching birds come and go
outside your window.

"Fondly,
Emily and Mamie Baldwin."

-Birds.
-I don't think Dr. Spencer would

want you to have
any Recipe anyway, Ike.

No, I suppose he wouldn't.

So, how are those kids of yours
doing? They watching the store?

Doing real good.

Of course, the store misses
its rightful owner.

Everybody keeps
asking about you.

Supplies coming in regular?

Yeah. Just like clockwork,
everything's available.

-No sugar yet, huh?
-Ike, I thought you were under

strict orders not
to worry about that store.

Yeah. Dr. Spencer almost
has a heart attack himself

every time I mention it.

Are the kids sweeping up
the floor?

Keeping it good and clean?

Real clean.

Mary Ellen tells me
you're going to be able

-to get out of bed soon.
-Boy, I sure hope so.

I'm so sick of looking
at that ceiling.

You know, John, there are
361 ceiling tiles up there

and each one has 81 holes

-and that's 29,241 holes.
-I never thought I'd see the day

Ike would be counting anything
but soup cans and vegetables.

I'm looking forward
to getting back to it, too.

Corabeth doesn't
want me to, though.

She's afraid of the strain.

Seems to me you might be
worrying about that, too, Ike.

Having a heart attack
is nothing to trifle with.

Oh, yeah. I bet if you had one,
you'd be just as anxious

to get up on your feet as I am,
no matter what Corabeth says.

Reach in that top drawer over
there, will you, John?

I haven't been spending all
my time counting holes.

What is it?

It's my will.

I want you to hold on to it
for safekeeping.

Be glad to, Ike.

I've named you my executor.
I hope you don't mind.

I don't mind. As long as you
don't make me do anything

-about it for a few years.
-I left everything to Corabeth,

except my guns
and fishing poles.

I want Ben and Jim-Bob
to have them.

And there's one other thing.

I don't know quite
how to say it.

But I love you, John.

Next to Corabeth, you're
the best friend I ever had.

JIM-BOB: Go on, Reckless,
you're in the way.

BEN: I don't think Chance
likes the idea

of wearing this
harness at all.

All set?

-I sure hope this thing works.
-Don't worry, it will.

Okay, I'm ready.

Come on! Come on, Chance.
Chance!

Come on, move, Chance.

(MOOING)

(GRUNTING) Oh, come on! Chance!

Move it!

I don't think this is going to
work, Jim-Bob.

Maybe we better
try something else.

-Well, like what?
-Reckless?

Give me a hand here.

Come on, Chance. Come on.

BEN: Come on, Chance.
JIM-BOB: Come on, Chance.

BEN: Come on. Chance, come on!
JIM-BOB: Move it.

You two are going to end up
pushing that thing.

-Where are you doing, Daddy?
-I'm taking this to Pickett's.

You don't have to do that.
I'll do it for you.

Ben, let go!

Aren't you doing
a job with Jim-Bob?

-Well, yes, sir.
-You do your job, I'll do mine.

Isn't it
a gorgeous day, Mr. Godsey?

Boy, it sure is great
to be outside.

I feel like I've been cooped up
in that hospital for months.

-Are you warm enough?
-With that sun out? Oh, sure.

I can't wait until you're
released from the hospital.

Boy, you can say that again.

We'll take walks like this two
times a day, three times a day.

We'll go exploring.

You know, I don't think I even
know my own home town.

You mean the mountain?

Oh, but we couldn't possibly
take walks there.

The roads are unpaved,

so bumpy and dusty,
even when they're not muddy.

I couldn't even push you there.

Oh, you don't understand. I'd be
walking right next to you.

Dr. Spencer said that you are
to consider yourself a sick man,

even after you're released
from the hospital.

I plan on
taking it easy, of course.

You know, working shorter hours
or, something like that.

How can you possibly think
of working at the store

when you're so weak
you can't even stand up?

You are to remain flat
on your back in bed.

Corabeth, if I remain flat
on my back any longer,

I'll lose my mind.

You don't have
to remain horizontal forever.

But I was thinking of

a small cottage near the beach,
where I could look after you.

Couldn't you look after me
at the store?

Mr. Godsey, you know
how you carry on down there.

You keep yourself so busy, you
don't know what month it is.

But that's where I belong.

Mr. Godsey,

you don't understand.

I'll not allow the same thing
to happen to you

that happened to Papa.

I cannot imagine what life would
be like without you.

Oh, please,

please don't
make me live in fear.

I can't lose you.

I won't!

Corabeth,

to have you say that to me

makes it almost
worth all of this.

I think we should
sell the store.

Sell the store
and leave the mountain.

BEN: Jim-Bob, I don't think
you're pulling hard enough.

-I'm pulling as hard as I can.
-Well, pull harder.

You guys, who's going to do this
when I go to the store?

Someone's got to.

Ben thinks he's the better
horse, he can do the turning.

That's what you think.

Ben, this isn't working.

What do you want us to do?
We can't quit.

-Hi.
-Hi, Clarence.

-Hi.
-Hey, Clarence.

I heard about
your molasses mill.

BEN: Well, this is it.

Except for it's not working. We
can't find anything to turn it.

My pa used to have one, only a
horse turned it, not people.

-Our cow doesn't want the job.
-A mule could do the trick.

-Like Blue? Sure could.
-Could we borrow him?

I don't know, turning a sorghum
press would be very hard to him.

Might shorten his life.

We'll give you
some molasses for it.

No, thanks,
we have more than enough.

You know, maybe we
should buy Blue back.

How about it, Clarence?
Would you sell him back to us?

My favorite mule?

Fifteen dollars, that's what you
paid for him. Right, Elizabeth?

Hey, not me, it's you guys.
I'm out of this one.

Look, I'm a little
short on cash.

Oh, since when?
You always have cash.

Do you want Blue or don't you?

You've got half the money
that Clarence gave you.

And we'll pay you back. And if
we can't, you can have the mill.

Okay, but I'm only doing it
for Blue's sake.

I guess I'm going to be
broke again.

How about it, Clarence?
Fifteen dollars?

-Eighteen dollars.
-That's highway robbery!

Not when you're selling your
best friend. Is it, Jim-Bob?

Look, we'll split the
difference. Sixteen dollars.

This is the finest mule
in Jefferson County.

It's not worth it.
Wouldn't you agree, Jim-Bob?

Seventeen dollars,
not a penny higher.

Tell him about
the price freeze, Jim-Bob.

I froze the price at 18 dollars.

It's against the law
for me to change it.

-Okay, 18 dollars.
-You're three dollars short.

I'll look around. I'm sure I
have some stashed somewhere.

We'll be right back
with the money.

Thanks a lot.

I'm really happy with the way
you're coming around, Ike.

I think you'll pull through this
thing with flying colors.

-You mean I get to go home soon?
-Maybe sooner than you think.

I can't wait
for the day, myself.

The mountain just isn't
the same without you, Ike.

Thank you, Mary Ellen.

Well, let's not worry
about that tonight.

Ike, there's one thing
that I want you to remember.

The key to your
recovery is rest.

And you're still going to
need plenty of that

long after you
leave this hospital.

Shall we go finish rounds?

Bye, Corabeth.

Boy, I sure hate to think of the
day that we got to go back home

and tell those folks
we're leaving.

But it will be wonderful,
Mr. Godsey.

Being together,

sharing the sunsets,

enjoying the quiet.

But I'm going to miss them.

I certainly will.

But we have no alternative.

You're not
doing very much, Ben.

Somebody has to
tend the mill, Jim-Bob.

-Why not me?
-This isn't as easy as it looks.

-How's it going?
-Ben's having fun.

There's only one problem.
This is awful thin for molasses.

Of course it is, Son.
It's not molasses, yet.

You've got to boil it first.

It'll take you all day.
I'll see you.

Where are you heading?

To fell some timber.
We're short of two-by-fours.

Daddy, you stay here
and feed the sorghum

-and I'll do that?
-That's your job, Son.

I'll go with you,
and help you.

No, you don't. You've to get
the next load of sorghum.

-I'll be just fine.
-You take it easy, okay?

What's gotten into you
lately, Ben?

I think he's afraid that you'll
have a heart attack, like Ike.

You aren't getting
any younger, Daddy.

That thought has
entered my mind lately.

What would you want me to do,
quit everything?

No, just take it little bit
easier, that's all.

I guess I could do that, Son,
but I'm not sure it's worth it.

I'd spend my free time worrying
about why I wasn't busy.

Look what happened to Ike.You
work harder than he ever did.

Ben, I guess
I could be setting myself up

for some whopper
of a heart attack,

but if not working was
the only way to avoid it,

I'd rather keep working
and risk it.

Sounds like something
Grandpa would have said.

Matter of fact,
he said it.

He said it whenever
I worried about him

like you're worrying.

-You know, he was right.
-He was?

He had a long life
and a good one.

Now, you let me
worry about my health,

and you worry about that
molasses, alright, Son?

Yes, sir.

Since you're so worried about
tired people,

why don't you take care of Blue
and I'll feed sorghum?

BEN: Come on, Blue.

-Are you sure I can't help you?
-We're just looking, thanks.

I thought you were working
at the plant today.

Oh, I'm on my lunch hour.

I thought I'd do some more work
on Ike's books.

Who are they?

I don't know.
They say they're just looking.

I don't know
what they're looking at.

-Well, what do you think?
-I think it's a little small.

Maybe for Charlottesville,
but you've got to remember

where you are.

This area is going to become
another Charlottesville soon.

I got to take that into account.

It's a big lot. There's always
room for expansion.

Perfume! Here?

-You sell much of this stuff?
-Never.

Ten to one you
get a yes on your first offer.

-Well, thank you very much.
-Thank you.

What was that all about?

It sounds to me
like they want to buy the store.

Ike will never sell.
The mountain will go flat first.

I don't wanna see another stalk
of sorghum the rest of my life.

Me, either.

I won't mind eating some
of this molasses, though.

It'll be worth it to get
the food here any better.

(SARCASTICALLY) Ha, ha, ha.

It would be worth it
if we get our customers

off our backs.

(PHONE RINGING)

-I'll get it.
-I hope so.

How's the harvest?

Oh, it was fine, Daddy. We ended
up with 80 gallons of sap.

We thought we'll be rich, till
we boiled it, like you said.

You know how much molasses
we ended up with?

-Eight gallons.
-That's about right.

But eight gallons at 30 cents a
gallon, well, that's nothing.

Sorry you feel like you wasted
your time, Son.

-Pretty good.
-Guess what?

Mary Ellen is bringing Ike home
tomorrow morning.

Hey, that's great!

-It'll be good to have him back.
-Sure.

-Taste this, honey.
-You think it's good, Daddy?

-You did a good job, fellas.
-Well, it sure was tough.

"General Merchandise.
Ike Godsey, Proprietor."

Never thought I'd see it again.

Let's get you inside, Ike.

-JASON: Welcome home, Ike.
-Hi.

Well, the store sure
does look sharp.

Somebody forgot
to rotate the produce.

You got to take
the old and then put it up...

Well, you don't know that.

Listen, I want to thank you all
for keeping the store open.

ELIZABETH: Do you see
how I redid your shelves?

I redid your books
with the system I use

at the business school.

It makes bookwork
a little easier.

Jim-Bob and I
made some molasses to make up

for the sugar shortage.

If you ever run out,
we'll make you some more.

We really missed you, Ike.
You, too, Corabeth.

Corabeth and I thank you
for all you done.

Oh, well, don't look at me.
I don't feel I did my part.

-We all did what we could.
-Elizabeth did the most of all.

Well, everybody helped. It's
just I've got more free time.

She ran the whole store
all by herself yesterday.

Did you hear that, Corabeth?
All by herself on a Saturday.

I think Ike and Corabeth have
something they want to tell you.

But it'll be kinda hard
to find the right words.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Good morning, Mrs. Godsey.

Mr. Snyder. This is the
gentleman I spoke to you about.

I called him before we left
the hospital this morning.

-Good morning.
-How do you do?

I can see you didn't
waste any time, huh?

Well, I think,
under the circumstances,

that the sooner we act,
the better.

What's going on, Ike?

Corabeth and me,

we're selling the store.

Well, we have Mr. Godsey's
health to consider.

We're moving to Virginia Beach.

You can't! We need you!

ERIN: There's no one else
to take your place, Ike.

Who else would buy our molasses?

Ike, you've been running this
store as long as I can remember.

I've got great plans for it.
I'm going to update everything.

That wood porch out front?
I'll replace it

with a brand-new cement one.

Just like the floor here.

Cement with linoleum rolled
over the top of it.

And I'll make this back room
level with the front.

No more pool table. I'll expand
the store space instead.

Store space? I haven't had
any problems with that.

Well, billiards and groceries
don't mix, believe me.

Well, believe me, they do.

Mr. Godsey, you're not
to get yourself overexcited.

Don't get me wrong.

I'm not trying to criticize
the way you run your business.

I just want to add my own
touches, that's all.

-Your own touches?
-Yes.

Like rearranging the counter,
putting up all new shelves,

moving that old desk, getting
rid of the perfume display,

repainting the walls.

If you do that,
the store won't be the same.

Days of the
Mom and Pop store is over.

It took most of my life to make
this store the way it is.

Mr. Godsey, we're
negotiating a purchase price.

And as soon as the final
arrangements are made,

the mercantile is his
to do with as he pleases.

I've been running this store
for 30 years.

I won't allow
a stranger to come here

and run roughshod
over everything I've done.

Mr. Godsey,
we have your health to consider.

I don't care.

I'm a storekeeper

and I'd rather lose my life
at the cash register

than sit in a rocking chair.

My offer is a generous one.
You're making a mistake.

The only mistake I made is to
put my store on the market.

If he changes his mind,
I'll be at the boarding house

until this afternoon.

Goodbye.

You are a rash man, Mr. Godsey.
I beg you to reconsider.

Don't throw your life away
on a hastily-made decision.

Don't you understand, Corabeth?
Don't you see?

It's not just talking about
selling the store,

it's talking about
washing everything

I've ever done
or been down the drain.

This store is

my whole life.

I know every knothole
and floorboard by heart.

I can tell you
where to put every bucket

when it's going to
start to rain.

And all my customers
are my friends.

And all these young people here,

I watched them all grow up.

I think of them
almost as my own.

And I've grown to like when they
come by the store and drop in.

I don't know whether
they know it or not,

but I bet you they'd miss me
just as much as I'd miss them.

Corabeth,

my time will come,

whether I'm working or not.

The Good Lord
will take care of that.

But between now and then,

if I stay here, I can work
and live with dignity,

and maybe I'll leave this earth
a little sooner.

But if I go to Virginia Beach,

I'll just sit and wait to die.

Now, what would you have me do?

JOHN-BOY: Because Elizabeth
had proved herself so capable

during Ike's absence, she was
hired to work in the store

while Ike continued
to recuperate

under Corabeth's watchful eye.

Ike Godsey lived for many years
after his heart attack,

and his deep commitment
to his store

became an example to all of us
of courage and devotion,

a victory of the human spirit.

Ike's gone now,
but the store is still there.

It's become a landmark.

How Ike would have loved that.
Goodnight, Mr. Godsey.

-Daddy?
-Yes, Jim-Bob?

It's hard for me to breathe.

Does your chest hurt?

Sort of. I think
I'm having a heart attack.

JASON: I think
he's having a sorghum attack.

He ate five pieces of cornbread
covered with syrup.

-JOHN: Is that right, Son?
-No, sir, I had eight pieces.

Goodnight, Jim-Bob.

JIM-BOB: Goodnight, everybody.f