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-Everything alright?
-Yes and no.

There was really no business in
the store,

but you've got a visitor asleep
in your spare room.

Oh, yeah? I hope it's somebody I
know.

It's Corabeth's sister, Orma
Lee.

But Corabeth is on her way to
Doe Hill.

Don't make me hit you.

I look real sweet,
but I'm mean when I'm riled.

Nobody orders me around
in my own store.

Oh, yes, I can. I want my woman!

This is a pleasant surprise.

I got a feeling it ain't either
pleasant or a surprise.

It's been a long time, Orma Lee.

JOHN-BOY: Like most adages,
it is tried and true

that fate makes our relatives,
choice makes our friends.

And it calls to mind a time

when a relative
of Corabeth Godsey

swept through Walton's Mountain
like an autumn hurricane,

leaving both destruction
and delight in her wake.

All of this took place during a
difficult period for Elizabeth,

who was entering womanhood,

but feeling at times like a
lost and lonesome child.

-I'm glad you could make it.
-Well, you said it was urgent.

Corabeth wants to go
to Doe Hill,

and I've got to take her into
Charlottesville

to catch a train.

Oh, why doesn't she take the bus
from here?

Corabeth? Take a bus?

Sorry, I lost my head.

We must hurry, Mr. Godsey.
I don't want to miss my train.

Are you sure you want to go?

Nobody knows for sure your Aunt
Cordelia is really dying again.

If Orma Lee has
descended on her,

Aunt Cordelia is
at death's door.

That woman is a vulture!

Well, now, that's no way to talk
about your little sister.

It's the kindest thing I can say
at this moment.

She has always coveted Aunt
Cordelia's strand

of genuine matched pearls.

She has gone to Doe Hill
to get them,

and I intend to prevent her

and keep her from harassing poor
Papa's only sister.

-I didn't know you had a sister.
-Come, you'll miss your train.

Oh, Elizabeth, I want you to be
sure and feature the sauerkraut.

We're overstocked
and I want you to move it.

Alright, Corabeth.

Now, should I get any calls
about my real estate business,

I want you to be sure
and take the message.

Aunt Cordelia does not have a
telephone,

so I will have to go into Doe
Hill once a day

if I feel it's safe to leave her
bedside.

-It's alright, Corabeth.
-Jim-Bob knows we're leaving,

so if you get any gas customers,
he'll be over to help you out.

-Be back as soon as I can.
-Okay, have a good time.

CORABETH: Thank you.

-Hi.
-Hi.

I understand you're the store
lady today.

That's me. I don't think I'll be
swamped.

I'll have time to write Mama a
letter.

You just wrote her last night.

You act like you
don't even care.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

-I miss her a lot.
-No one misses her as much as I.

Looks like you got a customer.

(BELL RINGING)

-Howdy, howdy!
-Howdy.

Is that the Godsey department
store?

Well, it's the only store in
these parts,

Godsey or otherwise.

-Yeah?
-Sure is a nice car you've got.

-Yeah? Just don't touch it, boy.
-I was just looking.

Well, just watch how you do
that, too.

This Ike Godsey, where does he
live?

In the back of the store.

You mean that's it? That's home
and business for Ike Godsey?

Him and Corabeth.

Well, I'll be dadgum.

Much obliged, son.

You want me to work
on your car?

No. That's for not
coming close to it.

Well, there it is,
your sister's plantation estate,

as provided by Ike Godsey,
proprietor.

Get my grips, Vern Billy.

I'm staying.

Sweetheart, you sure are right.

The plantation has fallen into
a terrible state of disrepair

and sprouted a gas pump to boot.

Corabeth always could make
a birdcage

look like a two-story house.

Honey, I wish you'd give up this
foolishness and come with me.

Oh! You are just the sweetest
thing.

Darling, you know I ain't never
been one to count the years,

but if I throw my mind back,
I recall that I am a Walton

and I never stayed any place
named after my family.

Okay, you stay here,
you're going to stay alone.

Now you hear me, Orma Lee?

I've got me a man to meet
over in Richmond

who can get me
six barely-used Studebakers

with fire and fiddle that I can
unload at twice the price

over in Tulsa, so...

Now, Vern Billy, you know as
well as I do

that Aunt Cordelia was the only
relative

that was ever good to me

and didn't treat me
like I was some kind of trash,

so I feel bound
to honor her deathbed request.

You have it your own way.

You stay here and try to make
peace with your sister

if you can, but five will get
you ten that the two of you

are going to end up in a
hair-pulling just like always!

Not this time.

Now, you know as well as I do

that a woman has got to do what
she's got to do,

even if she's got a sick
headache

and would rather take to her
bed.

There can't be more than one
phone around here.

I'll call you.

-Okay-doke.
-Good luck.

I'll be at the Hampton Hotel in
case you need me, honey.

Be sure and check them
speedometers.

As long as you're staring, why
don't you look after them grips?

Yes, ma'am.

May I help you?

Watch it. Flies will get in.

I'm sorry, you just look so much
like someone I know.

Oh! I guess that's why that
young fellow across the road

has been ogling me so.

Well, that's my brother,
Jim-Bob. I'm Elizabeth Walton.

Oh, well, hon, shake hands with
one of your long lost cousins.

Orma Lee Walton Stalcup.

You sure are Corabeth's sister.

Oh, lord. Does it show that bad?

Well, sort of.

Well, trot her out, let's have a
look.

Well, she's not here right now,
neither is Ike,

but he ought to be back
in a couple of hours.

Oh, hon, don't tell me that. I'm
played out.

I've been traveling all day with
Vern Billy and a hangover.

I don't know which is worse.

-Can I?
-Oh, sure.

Thanks.

There's a spare room in the back
if you want to lie down.

I sure would.

If I could just get my head down
and my feet up,

I'd be able to face anything.

Even Corabeth.

Well, it's right back here.

Well, lead on, cousin Elizabeth.

Hon, don't all that red hair
make you hot?

Hi.

I'm sorry I took so long,
but the train was late,

and Corabeth didn't want to
wait alone and...

That's alright. It was
interesting.

-Everything alright?
-Yes and no.

There was really no business in
the store,

but you've got a visitor asleep
in your spare room.

Oh, yeah? I hope it's somebody I
know.

It's Corabeth's sister, Orma
Lee.

But Corabeth is on her way to
Doe Hill.

I know, I tried to tell her, but
she talks more than she listens.

Well, good luck with her.
I got to go help with supper.

Orma Lee.

MARY ELLEN: I am not sure
Walton's Mountain

is ready for two Corabeths.

(ERIN LAUGHS)

I saw it with my eyes.

We got two of them just as soon
as the old one comes back.

Don't let Corabeth
hear you say that.

Poor Ike, I think we should all
go over there

and see how he's doing.

I think we ought
to stay out of it.

Family affairs should
be left alone

unless they happen
to be your own.

Elizabeth, where have you been?
You missed dessert.

I found these up in the attic.
A bunch of old snapshots.

We can get the best ones and
mail them to Mama and Daddy.

That's a great idea, but I'm
late for the Dew Drop as it is.

Can we do it on another night?

I have got a ton of homework.

I've to go out to the mill
and do some more paperwork.

Ben, you're working too long
and too hard out there.

With Cindy not around, it gives
me a chance to do more work.

-Good supper. Good night.
-ROSE: Good night.

-Doesn't anybody want to help?
-Well, I will, maybe tomorrow.

Right now, I got a rush job
over at the garage.

Oh, I'll bet there are a lot of
these I haven't seen.

They haven't seen them either.
Not for a while, anyhow.

Well, they have
their own problems, Elizabeth.

I can see that.

Now, who is this little girl
holding so fast to Reckless?

That's little Elizabeth
when she was about seven.

What a long time ago that seems.

Yeah. A long, long time.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Well, ladies, what a pleasant
surprise!

Well, that's just what
we hoped it would be, Ike.

We talked to Corabeth before she
left on the phone,

don't you know,

and we promised we'd look after
you during her absence.

And here is some of the Recipe
to fill your lonely hours.

Ah, let's see. "1924."

Well, I can't think of
a better way than that.

And here is a five-course supper
to fill your lonely stomach.

One, two, three, four, five, you
see?

Oh, ladies, you didn't have to
do all that.

We had to prepare
our own supper,

so we just doubled
the amount for you.

And now, we will watch you eat
it so you won't be so lonely.

Well, I thank you very much
for keeping me company.

-I'll just eat it right here.
-Oh, good.

After all, that's where all this
food started out.

This ain't the first time I woke
up in the back end

of a pool hall.

Evening.

-Anyone care to rack 'em up?
-(STAMMERING) Oh...

-We had no idea you had company.
-I don't. I haven't.

(STAMMERING) Who is she?

Ladies, I know you won't believe
me,

but I swear I have never seen
that woman before tonight.

(LAUGHING) I swear, I've been
ogled more since coming here

than a two-headed calf at the
county fair.

Oh, ladies, I would like you to
meet...

This is Corabeth's sister, Orma
Lee...

I'm Orma Lee Walton Stalcup, for
now.

And these are the Baldwins,
Miss Emily and Miss Mamie.

-How do you do?
-I'm real pleased to meet you.

-We're sisters, too.
-Well, don't that beat all?

And what do they call you?
Besides "handsome"?

I'm Ike, Orma Lee.
Corabeth told me all about you.

I bet she did.

I guess she wasn't expecting
you, huh?

Her whole life,
Corabeth never expected me.

Good, because she's over in Doe
Hill.

Oh, you don't say! Well, I just
come from over there.

Oh, is this silver beautiful!

Oh, Ike, honey, is this for
sale?

Oh, no!

The Baldwin ladies were nice
enough to bring me supper and...

Well, maybe you'd like to join
me. I'm sure there's plenty.

Oh, yes! Five courses.

Oh, well,

in that case, I guess
I'd better change

into something more
uncomfortable.

It's real nice meeting you
ladies.

It's our pleasure. Any sister of
Corabeth's is a sister of ours.

-Isn't she, Sister?
-Oh, yes, indeed.

And you must come and visit us
while you're here, Orma Lee.

Oh, I've never been one
to turn down a party.

They'll write on my tombstone,

"The Lord called and I said I
could come!"

(MISS EMILY AND MISS MAMIE
CHUCKLE)

Oh, isn't it nice, Ike?

You're not going to be as lonely
as Corabeth thought you'd be.

Corabeth will be so pleased.

Oh, yeah. She'll be pleased.
Real pleased.

Well, I'm finished.
All we need now is a new album.

Oh, now, I want that to be my
treat.

You go to Ike's and pick one out
and I'll pay for it.

-You don't have to do that.
-Oh, I want to.

Besides, it'll give you a chance
to get another look

at Corabeth's sister.

You know, maybe we should invite
her to dinner. She is relative.

Oh, let's do that!
I'm just dying to meet her!

Tomorrow night?

Can't do it tomorrow night.

I have to babysit John Curtis
for Mary Ellen.

Well, Jason's having a bingo
night over at the Dew Drop,

and Ben and Erin and Jim-Bob
and all of them are going.

-Oh, I didn't know.
-They didn't ask me either.

(SIGHS) I guess I'm just too
young.

Well, I'd rather be too young to
go than too old.

You know, I used to like being
the youngest.

Everyone helped me with
everything.

(SIGHS)

It was special, being Mama and
Daddy's little girl.

If I couldn't sleep at night,
I used to crawl between them.

I could reach out and feel them
on either side.

It was special. It was like a
current.

But I can't do that anymore.

Even if I was still little,
they're just too far away.

ORMA LEE: You know, I got an
eight-by-ten picture

of you and Corabeth

sharing boilermakers of an
evening.

I tell you what I'd like to know
is who taught you to play pool.

My third husband, Stanley G.
Olsen, was a certified shark.

He taught me the game
and then he give it up cold

when I got to beating him too
regular.

You're not at all like I thought
you'd be.

You mean I'm not at all
what Corabeth told you I'd be.

I guess you and Corabeth had
a kind of a falling out, huh?

Oh, can't have a falling out,
brother Ike,

unless you've had a falling in.

Ever since she was a child,
Corabeth had that look about her

like she'd sucked on a
persimmon.

Yeah, I think I know just the
look you're talking about.

Oh, Corabeth just didn't know
how to take me.

She was just too good for the
likes of me.

In fact, my whole family was.

Nobody knew how to take me
except for Aunt Cordelia.

Corabeth ought to be there now,
and I'm expecting her to call.

And I'll tell her that you're
here.

Oh, that would just upset her.
Let her get her visit out.

It'll give you and me a chance
to get acquainted.

I think you're going to find
it's a little quiet around here.

-What do you do for excitement?
-Well, there's the Dew Drop Inn.

Jason Walton runs that.

Hey! Come to think of it,

there's a bingo game there
tomorrow night.

Maybe we could go.

Ain't no "maybe" about that,
brother Ike.

Bingo, brother Ike! Bingo!

(BELL RINGING)

Hi, Ike.

-Hi, Elizabeth.
-Are you alright?

Well, I'm alright, but my head
isn't.

I need a photo album.

Help yourself.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Well, here it is,
the Baldwin ladies' serving set

shined up just as bright
as a new silver dollar.

(CLATTERING)

-Hi, Orma Lee.
-Hi. I'm glad to see you.

I had despaired of ever having
human company today,

Ike's tolerance for boilermakers
being what it is.

I don't know how you can be so
cheerful.

Well, it takes a lot of
practice, Ike,

and a certain amount of innate
stamina,

which I suspect that you do not
have.

Now, Vern Billy,
now there is a man with stamina.

Honey, will you show me where
those sweet Baldwin girls live

so I can return this silver mine
to them

and assure them that Ike
is doing just fine?

Just so long as you don't holler
at him.

ELIZABETH: Well, I've got a car.
You want me to drive you over?

Well, sweetheart, that's real
family of you.

Is that okay with you, Ike?

Oh, I'd appreciate that, Orma
Lee,

but when you go, please, just go
quietly, if you don't mind.

Hon, I want to hear all about
that pack of relatives

I've got around here.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Ike says you come at the end of
the line in your family.

Well, at least they don't call
me the baby anymore.

Ain't it hell being the
youngest?

Everyone else says I got it
lucky.

Ooh, don't tell me. I had to
live in Corabeth's shadow.

She clean blocked out the sun.

So, one day, I just up and fled
the scene.

-You ran away from home?
-Yup.

A carnival come through Doe
Hill,

and that's when I first clapped
eyes on

Jesse Roy Mackin
and his Maniacal Motorcycle.

Jessie Roy was a motorcycle
artist.

He rode the Wall of Death.

Which is to say, he rode a cycle
around in a wooden barrel

at speeds reaching up to and
surpassing a mile a minute.

Ooh! Made me dizzy as a witch
to watch him.

Come to find out later

he made me dizzy in a lot of
other ways, too.

-You get what I mean.
-I get what you mean.

Sounds like he was the real
thing.

Girl, he was 6'5" tall,

with cornflower-blue eyes
and that pink colored hair

and every inch of him
just covered in freckles.

I suspect it was his cowlick
that got to me.

Like Drew.

I was just a big old country
girl. What did I know?

Never been anywhere.
Never seen anything.

So, I took a notion to run off
with him.

And he took favorable to the
idea, so we did just that.

The wind just blew us hither and
yon,

with me holding on to my hat
all over the country.

-Was he your first love?
-My first husband, too.

Nothing would do that boy,

but we would get married
on that motorcycle,

dead center in the middle of
that arena.

-What happened?
-Well, sir,

one night the show was
tied up in Oklahoma,

and just as Jesse Roy was going
like sixty,

a twister struck, and it lifted
him right up out of that barrel.

-Where?
-I know not where.

They never found freckled hide
nor one pink hair of him.

He died as he lived,
whirling around in a funnel.

I took it real hard, grievous
hard.

The widow Mackin, 16 years old.

I'm almost sixteen.

And you got a lot of living
ahead of you!

I can tell by that cloud of
hair!

Sweetheart, tell me all about
yourself.

And I want to hear all about
your brothers and sisters, too.

-Young man, you're in a hurry.
-It smells good, and I'm hungry.

Am I late?

You're late for the helping, but
you're just in time for eating.

Sorry. Where is everyone?

Well, Jason's at the Dew Drop
and Ben is helping him,

Erin is working overtime
and Mary Ellen has a late class.

Shouldn't we all be here for
supper?

All the more for us who are.

We used to eat together
when Mama and Daddy were here.

Well, that's the way families
are, Elizabeth.

They grow up and they grow away.

alright.

Our Father in Heaven, bless this
family today, wherever they are.

Our thoughts are with
Olivia and John in Arizona.

What's the matter with
Cinderella?

That's just the trouble. No one
asks her to the ball anymore.

You like the way I look, brother
Ike?

I didn't want to overdo,
so I slipped into this rig.

(WHISTLING)

You sure do look scrumptious.

Well, I didn't want
to embarrass my relations.

-You like my pearls?
-Aunt Cordelia's?

Corabeth mentioned them, I
reckon.

She covets them.

Ain't it too bad she's not here
to see how nice I look?

-Are you ready, brother Ike?
-I'm ready, sister Orma Lee.

(ALL CHATTERING)

Well, if this don't beat all.
Orma Lee Walton Stalcup

sitting here with a whole bevy
of kissing cousins.

We're glad to have you.

It's fun getting acquainted
with long lost relatives.

You know, you may look like
Corabeth, but that's about it.

Well, honey, if that isn't the
sweetest thing for you to say.

The minute I laid eyes on you,

I said you were a very
perceptive young lady

with a bright future.

You read fortunes, Orma Lee?

Fortunes, minds, palms,
tarot cards,

tea leaves, horoscopes,
crystal ball,

and I practice a little
phrenology and hypnotism.

How did you learn all that?

I was apprenticed
to Madame Rosetti,

my second husband's first wife.

Tell my fortune, Orma Lee.

Well, sir, now, look here.

Ooh!

I see a past filled with
romance and intrigue

and a very bright future ahead
of you.

You sure you're talking about
Jim-Bob?

Wait a minute. I got to throw
myself into my trance.

I got it. I got it.

I see this young woman's name
just as clear as day.

-Cathy.
-How'd you know that?

Don't blame me. I didn't tell
her.

Yup. I see romance ahead
for all my Walton cousins.

And for Mary Ellen here,
I see a young man named Smith.

That ain't it.

Jonesy! He has gone to
California,

and will return to pursue you in
earnest.

Somebody's been talking.

And for Jason,

I see a dark, mysterious young
woman named Toni.

How about that?

(JASON LAUGHS)

And for Ben, who's so lonesome
for his little wife Cindy,

who's off visiting her newly
found natural mother

somewhere in our nation's
capital.

And Erin...

(SIGHS)

Erin has still not recovered
from her ill-fated romance

with one Ashley Longworth Jr.

Well, how do you know all that?

There's one person she didn't
mention. Elizabeth.

I think our sister has been
telling all the family secrets.

I think when I get
my hands on her,

I'm going to wring her neck.

Orma Lee, how'd you like to help
me draw the bingo numbers?

-I bet you're real good at that.
-Well, you better believe it.

Before I was your age,

I was running the bingo game
in the midway.

You just tell me who you want to
win.

Ain't she a kick in the pants?

That's putting it mildly, Ike.

Ladies and gentlemen!

Welcome to bingo night
at the Dew Drop Inn!

(CROWD APPLAUDING)

(RINGING)

Hello?

Oh, yes. I'll be happy to accept
charges.

Mr. Godsey!
Where on earth have you been?

I've been trying to reach you
for hours.

Well, it's not all that late.
Corabeth, are you alright?

Well, I am and I am not.

I'm keeping poor Mr. Delbert
awake.

I had to use the telephone here
at the Doe Hill Funeral Parlor.

What are you doing there?

I'm making pre-arrangements
for poor Aunt Cordelia.

This is the first opportunity
I've had to use the telephone,

I've been unable to reach you,
and I'm simply sick with worry.

Well, I'm sorry.
I was over at the Dew Drop.

Jason had a family bingo night.
All the Waltons were there.

Bingo? Honestly, Mr. Godsey,
I should've stayed home

and kept you out of trouble.

It was really quite harmless.
Truly, Corabeth.

Well, I miss you, Ike,
and I wish I could come home.

I miss you too, honey.

How's Aunt Cordelia?

Well, she's at death's door and
she simply will not go through.

I've been hesitant to leave her
bedside until now.

Well, you shouldn't.
You should stay there.

I can take care of myself
alright here.

But look, there's one thing
I want to tell you, though.

Well, tell me later.
Mr. Delbert has got to close up.

But I'll come home to you as
soon as I can.

Alright. Alright, honey.

Bye, Corabeth.

Good night, Ike.

Sorry.

How's sister?

I think she's homesick.

She's got good reason to be.
She's got a lot going for her.

-You really think so?
-I sure do.

"Regular Adonis.

"Tall and handsome.

"Dabbles in the mercantile
business.

"And lives graciously
in the old family home."

-Corabeth wrote you that?
-I couldn't make that up!

She does have a habit of
changing things to suit her.

It's a gift. Ever since she was
a little bit of a thing,

she took to using big words
and putting on airs.

Adonis?

-She really said that?
-She sure did.

And you know something?

She wasn't far off from
the truth either.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-How's that for service?
-Nothing's wrong, Rose?

It's not a middle-of-the-night
emergency,

but it's about Elizabeth.

-She's here, isn't she?
-A little too much, I'm afraid.

I know it's late and you're all
tired,

but this is the only chance we
get to talk.

What's the matter with
Elizabeth?

Well, it's just that all your
lives are going full blast,

and nobody's bothering
to gather her along.

Well, she's got her own friends.

Oh, it's not the same, Ben.
You're her family.

Seems like you're doing
more and more things

that include all of you and not
her.

I can't take her to the Dew Drop
and I practically live there.

MARY ELLEN: You're right, Rose.
I should find time for her.

Especially with Mama and Daddy
gone.

ERIN: So should I.
And I will, as soon as I can.

I have been working a little
too much at the mill.

It doesn't seem right.
I'm all she has at home.

-You see that, don't you?
-Sure.

JIM-BOB: Okay, okay,
but nobody ever told me

I was supposed to babysit my
little sister.

Ferns, Lord Almighty!

They grew along a stream outside
of Doe Hill

so thick you could hide in them.

Mama took these from Drucilla's
Pond where they grow thick,

and then she'd use them
around the house.

-You a mama's girl?
-Well, no more so than Daddy's.

I remember evenings I used to
sit on his lap here on the swing

and I'd fall asleep. He'd have
to carry me up to my room.

My daddy was kindly, too.
I recall that about him.

Soft spoken and gentle.

I wasn't but ten when he died,

but I always think of him as
being mine.

Yours?

Well, Corabeth had Mama,
brother Frank had his Bible,

and I had Papa.

I guess then you were
really alone without him.

Well, except for Aunt Cordelia

and Corabeth's constant shadow.

What's she like now?

Corabeth? Well, she's different.
alright.

Still thinks she's doing the
world a favor by being alive?

Maybe. But she's nice.
She's a good friend.

Thank you, now. Bye.

Oh, excuse me, ma'am!

-Hey, cowboy!
-Howdy, howdy.

What can I do for you?

-You Godsey?
-That's me.

Everything that's supposed to be
big around here is real little.

Wait a second. I don't
understand. What do you mean?

Just take it easy.
I just come for my woman.

I dunno who your woman is, but
if I knew, I wouldn't want her.

So why don't you just go on
outside, then you come back in,

and this time with some manners,
huh?

Well, ain't you a feisty
little bandy rooster, though.

Who you calling a feisty little
bandy rooster, you big slob?

You're beginning to nettle me.
I just might clean up on you.

Now, look, nobody walks into my
store and threatens me.

I want you to get out
and stay out!

I'm not one to hit an older man,
but I might make an exception.

Oh, yeah? You wanna try it?

Don't make me hit you. I'm
sweet, but mean when I'm riled.

Nobody orders me around
in my own store.

Oh, yes, I can. I want my woman!

Well, take a big guess on who's
here!

Sure is a beauty!

You don't think he'd mind me
looking it over, would you?

Oh, I can handle Vern Billy.

Thanks for the ride, cousin.
I loved visiting my kissing kin.

My pleasure, cousin Orma Lee.

(SCREAMING)

Vern Billy, speak to me!

Is he dead?

Lordy, I hope not!

You know him?

He looks kind of peaceful, don't
he? All laid out like that.

Well, he came in here
looking for his woman.

-I didn't know he meant you.
-Oh!

Vern Billy has a hand
to own things outright.

Oh, let me help you see if you
can't get up on your feet.

-What happened?
-Oh...

-Oh...
-Ah!

Oh!

It never would have happened
if you'd been here

like you were supposed to.

He gives you any trouble,
I'll take care of him.

-Take it easy, Ike.
-I can handle him.

I've had enough, little fella.

I've had enough of that, too!

Orma Lee, will you explain me to
him?

Just to save your hide.

This here is my lawful wedded
husband, Vern Billy Stalcup.

Numero four or five.

Oh, you always forget.

-Jim-Bob Walton.
-I've seen you before.

(WHISPERING)
Well, you might have told me.

Don't tell Corabeth that you was
brawling over me.

Well, who would've thought you
two

would be the first ones home,
but here you are.

We just about broke our necks
getting out of Pickett's.

-Is John Curtis upstairs?
-Playing in your room.

The table looks great, Rose.

Well, it's the Sunday cloth
that makes it look so special.

Fresh cranberries?

And turkey! Rose, you've made it
a national holiday.

We'll call it "E-Day" for
Elizabeth.

I wanted it to be all of her
favorite things.

It'll mean a lot to her.

Me, too. I love having the whole
family home for supper.

Well, sure wasn't hard to follow
my nose this evening.

Smells great, Rose.

Maybe we should have brought
gifts.

ROSE: Oh, just being together
will be enough for Elizabeth.

Well, when you do this for me,
bring gifts.

Hey, you all look vaguely
familiar.

I'm saving the introductions
until later.

I'm glad you could make it
anyway, Jason.

Ernie's covering for me during
supper.

Well, where's Elizabeth? She's
going to miss her own party.

Oh, she has lots of errands.
I've forgotten what they are.

She was going over to Ike's to
mail that picture album.

I just came from Ike's
and she wasn't there.

Well, she'll be along.

-Want me to taste anything?
-Take a look at this.

-I'm gonna taste it. What's it?
-Yeah. Me, too.

-Give me one of those.
-Cranberry!

MARY ELLEN: Hi, John Curtis.
How are you today?

We better get this room cleaned
up. It's suppertime.

Vern Billy, when we get back to
Guymon,

you're gonna have to buy me
a cute little store like this

so we can entertain in the style
that brother Ike has to offer.

Yeah, some style.
He liked to kill me earlier.

(LAUGHING) I'm sorry, Vern
Billy. I just lost my head.

You give us a couple of jars of
that Recipe you got over there,

I'm sure I won't have any hard
feelings.

ORMA LEE: Jason. You're just in
time for the party.

Jason, this here is Vern Billy
Stalcup, my husband.

Vern Billy, this here is Jason,
one of my relatives.

I can't stay, Orma Lee.
I'm looking for Elizabeth.

Ike, did Elizabeth come in here
to mail a package?

No, I haven't seen her all day.

ORMA LEE: What do you mean
you're looking for her?

She didn't come home to supper.

The last thing she told Rose
was she was coming here.

-Sorry, Jason.
-Dear, I'm sorry to hear that.

I'm afraid she's run off, and
it's my fault.

What do you mean by that?

She was missing her
mama and daddy,

and I told her that when I was
her age, I was off and running.

But I didn't mean for her to
hear methat good.

She didn't leave from here.
Maybe Rockfish.

You know the schedules, Ike.

-Where do the buses go?
-Now, let's see.

1:00 to Roanoke and the 2:10
to Charlottesville.

And from either of those places,

she could catch a bus heading
for Arizona.

I'm going to go to Roanoke.
It's more on the way west.

Okay, I'll go to Charlottesville
in case she went there.

-Thanks a lot. I appreciate it.
-Okay.

Jason, if you want to fly low,
let Vern Billy drive you.

Orma Lee, will you call Mary
Ellen for me?

Let's go, boy.

And don't worry about Elizabeth,
Jason.

She's got a good head on her
shoulders.

That's not going to keep me from
putting her

at the top of my prayer list.

I didn't really think you would
come to get me.

What'd you think would happen?

That you'd let me go visit
Mama and Daddy

like I said in the note.

Nobody found any note.

Well, I left it on Erin's bed.
It was in plain sight.

Well, that's not important now.

You don't understand.

When you were growing up,
you had Mama and Daddy.

You had Grandma and Grandpa too.

But I don't.

It's different for me.

It must be hard.

But I'm only your brother.

I wouldn't know how to be
anybody else.

Well, I don't want you to.

I think maybe you do.

Lately, I don't know if you
realize it or not,

but you've been expecting
Mary Ellen and Erin,

Ben and Jim-Bob, all of us,
to fill this void in your life.

And we can't.

We all love you, but we can't do
that.

Rose says that families grow up
and grow away.

It's true.

You don't mean to hurt anybody.

You just get all caught up in
your own life and it happens.

I guess so.

Bus now boarding
for Saint Louis at gate 4.

I can't let you go, Elizabeth.

She's not well enough. You'd be
a worry.

I wouldn't want that.

I promise you, as soon as Daddy
says she's able,

I'll drive you to Arizona
myself.

Okay.

Now, be careful with those.
They're filled with fine china.

Yes, ma'am, your Aunt
Cordelia's.

Look here.

Wonder why Mr. Godsey has the
lights on this time of night.

I wouldn't know, ma'am.

I believe you said it was
$19.50. Keep the change.

Thank you, lady.

At least it'll be quiet
driving back to Charlottesville.

Yoo-hoo, Mr. Godsey!

Ain't nobody here
but us chickens, Corabeth.

Well.

This is a pleasant surprise.

I got a feeling it ain't either
pleasant or a surprise.

It's been a long time, Orma Lee.

I wondered which one of us
would say that first.

I guess Aunt Cordelia warned you
I might be here.

I surmised as much when she
wrote that her deathbed request

was to see us reconciled
while she was still alive.

I guess once you made that
promise she perked right up,

like a sparrow in a spring thaw.

Well, she always could turn ill
health to her advantage.

Well, I guess a promise
extracted under false pretenses

is no good as a promise at all.

I suppose.

Well, I just couldn't resist
coming here.

Although it's been a revelation,
as you can well imagine.

Well...

It isn't exactly like I wrote in
my letter.

Neither is that fellow you
married.

I cherish him, Orma Lee.

Oh, I was hoping you'd say that,
Corabeth,

because as the song says,
and as I full well know,

-a good man's hard to find.
-Oh!

Not for you. Men have always
been attracted to you.

You were Papa's favorite.

You were Mama's.

Remember that time

we went on that picnic
at Culpepper Creek?

And you fell in
and Papa had to fish you out.

I'm ashamed to admit it,
but I jumped in.

I so wanted him to notice me.

Corabeth Walton Godsey!

As bad as I was, I could never
think up a stunt like that.

Papa's blue pants just faded
right down over his white spats.

I never seen anything so comical
in my life!

And Mama was furious because he
wore them to the picnic.

Papa always was a dandy.

I have missed you, Orma Lee.

You're the only one
that could make me laugh.

Well, for all your fussing and
chiding, I've missed you, too.

I guess you noticed.

Aunt Cordelia told me.

She gave me her fine china.

Aunt Cordelia gave me her
pearls.

But because I love you,

and you deserve them as much as
I do, but not more,

here you go, sister mine.

And I want to give you half of
Aunt Cordelia's fine china.

I do love you, Orma Lee.

Well, of course you do,
precious.

JOHN-BOY: It was a time of
discovery for both families

that it is possible to choose
relatives as friends.

Corabeth and Orma Lee
and Elizabeth

and her brothers and sisters

found out that the family
fabric gave from time to time,

but the mending always made it
stronger.

-ELIZABETH: Jim-Bob?
-Yeah, Elizabeth?

Did you get a new picture taken
for Mama's album?

I keep forgetting. I'll do it
tomorrow.

That's okay.

I'll send the one I found in
Mama's bureau today.

-She hid it there.
-Yeah? Which one is that?

The one on the bear rug
in your birthday suit.

I thought I tore that one up.

Good night, Jim-Bob.