All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S09E21.The.Hostage.WEBRip.x264-ION10

There's nothing you can do,
Miss Willard.

Sissie, I'm going for my things.

Job, wait.

Sissie is just a little girl.

You can't marry a child.
It's against the law.

What law?

-(SCOFFS) The law.
-Your law.

MARY ELLEN:
Get your things you wanna keep.

You're coming with me.

I can't do that.

You have a right
to choose your own life,

when you're old enough
to know what you want.

Keep quiet and start driving.

(DOG BARKING)

Job, if you'd only listen to me,
I could help you.

Too late.

No, it's not!
I can talk to them.

Tell them you didn't harm me,
but helped me when I was hurt.

Ain't nobody gonna listen.

Yes, they will.

JOHN-BOY:
The post-war years brought

great social change
and progress

to our community.

But for the hill folk living
above us on the mountain,

it was as though time
had passed them by.

They held on rigidly
to their old ways and customs,

even if it meant
breaking the law.

What are you doing outside?

You're going
to catch your death of cold.

(WEAKLY)
I just wanted to see
the sky for the last time.

Grandpa's dying.
His chest pain's come back.

Why didn't you send for me?

Wouldn't have changed nothing.

-Got to get him to a hospital.
-No.

I been born here.
I'm gonna die here.

Sissie?

You been a brave,
good girl, honey.

Don't you never forget
that your grandfather loved you.

I won't, never.

Don't worry, Rance.
We'll find Sissie a good home.

No. You leave her be.

I done give her house
and her to Job.

She got her home and her man.

She'll be alright.

Don't you think she's a little
young to be getting married?

It ain't as though
we're asking your permission.

I got your word, Job.

You got my word, old man.

(SISSIE SOBBING)

He's better off now, Sissie.
I'll fetch the shovel.

Octavia, how wonderful
to have you here.

(WOMEN CHUCKLING)

MISS EMILY:
Octavia, we're so excited!

Absolutely! And such a marvelous
trip with this lovely young man.

And he tells me
he's a writer, too!

Did you girls know
I'm writing a book?

It's a cookbook. I'm calling it
Octavia's Oven Adventures.

I think a title
is so important, don't you?

Oh, yes, ma'am. It's critical.

Octavia, I do want you
to meet our very dear friends,

Ike and Corabeth Godsey.

Corabeth! You know,
I was just saying to myself,

"Who is that handsome woman
over there?"

This must be your stalwart mate.

You must all come over just as
soon as I get the house fixed.

Oh.

Octavia is a true genius
at fixing things.

Papa used to call her Little
Miss Fix-It when we were kids.

Oh, Sister, tell them
about the time

that Octavia repaired
the lightning rods

on Cousin Braithwaite's house.

You remember, the big one,
just before it burned down?

I just love doing.
I never travel without my tools.

And it's been such a long time
since I've had my hands

on a real house.

Am I to understand that you have
been traveling for little time?

OCTAVIA:
Oh, dear me, no.

My time has been spent, uh,
vacationing, you might say,

sort of a guest
of the government.

Cousin Octavia
has been a legal secretary

with the Treasury Department
in Washington, D.C.,

don't you know?

She performed
the most difficult type of work.

Many the bootlegger
is languishing in jail

because of her efforts.

Then my health failed me,
and they sent me

to this marvelous farm
to recover.

Well, we really
must be going along.

Ike and Corabeth,
we want you to come to dinner

-while Octavia's here.
-Oh, thank you so much.

Here, let me help you
with the bags.

I'm glad I got here in time.

I believe that old house
is a death trap.

And those poor dears
can't do what I can.

I'll have them fixed up
in a jiffy.

Well, you know,
I have always been worried

about Miss Emily and Miss Mamie
in that decrepit old house.

Perhaps Cousin Octavia's visit
is most fortuitous.

As long as their lightning rod
doesn't need fixing.

(CORABETH LAUGHS SOFTLY)

There's nothing
you can do, Miss Willard.

Sissie, I'm going for my things.

Job, wait.

(SIGHS)
Sissie is just a little girl.

You can't marry a child.
It's against the law.

What law?

-The law.
-Your law.

It's all the same.

Nope. Ain't but one law
up here, God's law.

You heard that old man?
We honor a man's last wishes.

Now, I gave my word
to take care of Sissie,

and that's what
I'm going to do.

Sissie, you tidy up the place.

I'll be back straightaway
and we'll go find us a preacher.

Why don't you get all your
things that you want to keep?

You're coming with me.

I can't do that.

You have a right
to choose your own life,

when you're old enough
to know what you want.

But Job don't want me to go.

Don't worry about Job.

As County Nurse, I can't leave a
minor without a legal guardian.

-Hurry up and get your things.
-Yes, ma'am.

(OCTAVIA VIGOROUSLY SINGING
LISTEN TO THE MOCKINGBIRD)

Oh, my, I don't know when I've
enjoyed a more delicious dinner.

Nor I.

Good we don't have
to do the dishes.

* Listen to the mockingbird
still singing... *

Oh, if the weather's
good tomorrow,

I think we ought to plan
to go bird watching.

I think the fresh air would
do us all good. Now, girls,

-where are the wills?
-Oh, I have them right here.

Ah-ha! We must go over
all of these details

if I'm to make myself
useful around here.

(MISS EMILY SIGHS)

It's such a relief
to have an expert examine them,

someone we can really trust.

We wrote them
right after Papa died

and we haven't
looked at them since.

Well, my dears,
wills should be kept up to date.

Circumstances
change all the time.

Oh, my dear, you are so right.

Actually, I don't
think anything much

has changed around here
since Papa died.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, things change
when you least expect them to.

You never know,
Cousin, you never know.

How true.

These are in better shape
than I expected.

There's just one thing.

MISS EMILY: Yes?
MISS MAMIE: Yes?

-It's not for me to say.
-Oh, no. Please tell us.

Oh, yes, do.

Well, these are in apple pie
order, except for the executor.

Oh, I shouldn't think Judge
Porteus would have put anything

unethical in our wills.

Well, it's simply ridiculous
for you to pay a bank officer

to handle your estates,
which I could've done myself.

And I wouldn't think
of taking your money for it.

Oh, Octavia,
how reassuring to have you here.

Yes, it makes me feel someone
really cares what happens to us.

How do you
like it here, Sissie?

It's nice enough.

I ain't never seen
a house as grand as this before.

ELIZABETH: I never really
thought of it as grand.

And you all been real nice to
me, especially for rich folks.

JIM-BOB: Never really thought
of us as rich before, either.

Mmm. That was good.

Sissie, why don't
I take you upstairs

and show you
where you're gonna sleep?

SISSIE: Night.
BEN: Goodnight.

-Goodnight.
-JIM-BOB: Goodnight.

What are we going
to do about her?

I'm taking take her to Welfare
Office in Charlottesville.

They'd find her a family to stay
and hunt for a good foster home.

Why not keep her here
in the meantime?

I don't think
that's such a good idea.

With Rose on her honeymoon
and all of us working,

everything's falling on Cindy
and I don't think that's fair.

That's alright. Sissie knows
housework. She can help me.

It's not only that.

I'm not sure
what Job might do

when he finds out
I've taken Sissie.

Let's hope
he doesn't do anything.

Here. This is mine. It ought
to fit you close enough.

Thank you.

So many pretty things.
You sure I should wear it?

Of course.
When you want to change,

the bathroom's down the hall.

How come it is
some folks got so much,

and some folks
got nothing at all?

Well, I wonder
that myself sometimes,

only it was always us
who didn't have anything.

Seems like your family
owns half the world.

You got that whole mountain
back up there,

a lumber mill all your own,
this great big house.

Well, I like
the way you've lived,

living in the hills,
not having to go to school...

I didn't have much say in that.

You know what this book says?

Mmm-hmm.

I can't hardly read a word.

Never saw much use for it,

till one day a peddler from
Richmond County come through.

His pans weren't much,
but his stories sure were fine.

He had supper up at our place.

He read to us out of this old
book he was carrying.

Do you remember
the name of the book?

No.

But I never been able
to put the story out of my mind.

It was about this little girl
living all alone

with her grandpa
and his goats on a mountain.

They took her away from him.

Heidi.

That's it!

Ever since, I've wanted
to learn reading,

so I could know
how the book ends.

Well, maybe, now,
you'll be able to.

I hope so.

What are you doing here?
Did you quit Pickett's again?

No, we got
a shipment out on time,

so I decided to take
the afternoon off.

So you could sweep the porch.

You'd better get inside. Cindy's
got a shopping list a mile long,

and that's your department.

(CAR APPROACHING)

Miss Willard at home?

No. Can I help you?

I've come for Sissie.

Sissie? Well,
she's not here, either.

Ben! Ben, will you come out here
for a minute, please?

Where they gone?

This list's gonna clean out
the Godseys' store.

I'm going to take the car. Bye.

What is it, Erin?
Ben's washing up.

Get him.

And ask him
what time Mary Ellen

and Sissie left
for Charlottesville.

When they coming back?

I don't know.

Mary Ellen's trying to find
a good home for Sissie.

Sissie got a good home.

There seems to be
a difference of opinion on that.

Ain't but one opinion
that counts.

Her grandpa gave her
to me and she's mine.

I ain't laying a hand
on her until we're married.

You got my word.

My sister already told you,
Sissie's not here.

We can't help you.

I've a mind to find her.

Why don't you just leave her
alone? She's just a little girl.

I got my belly full of you folk
nosing into my business,

telling me
what I can do and not.

And I ain't a man to stand here
and take it, you hear me?

Boy, you've got
quite a load today.

ELIZABETH: Yep.

There you go.

ELIZABETH: Thank you.
IKE: Okay.

You drive careful now.

I always do, Ike.

(ENGINE STARTING)

Keep quiet and start driving.

Turn left the next fork.

How much farther is it?

This isn't going
to work, you know.

Maybe. Maybe not.

My family wouldn't consider
trading human beings like...

Like horses.

No?

Certainly not.

-What you reckon they gonna do?
-They'll call Sheriff Bridges.

You broke the law,
kidnapping me.

Just keep driving.

You could get sent
to prison for this.

What about Miss Willard
kidnapping my Sissie?

That was for her own good.

You folks sure got laws that
work the way you want 'em to.

Alright, don't believe me.
You'll see.

Might be.

Just might be.

But they got to find you first.

-EULA MAE: Buzzie!
-Ma.

EULA MAE: Who you got there?
That ain't Sissie.

Old man Rance died
and they took Sissie away.

Well, where'd you get this one?

She belongs to them
that took Sissie.

Need you to mind her
till I can swap her back.

Name's Elizabeth.

Uh-huh.

Whoa, Neddie.

Your son's in serious trouble
for kidnapping me

and you could be,
too, if you help him.

Well, how come your folks
took Sissie away?

Well, so she can
have some time to grow up.

She's too young to get married.

She's 14, and like
to become an old maid.

She wants to learn
to read and write.

Fat lot of good that'll
do her living up here.

She may not always be up here.

-I'll be wanting your shoes.
-Why?

JOB: Kind of discourages
running away.

This land ain't friendly
to bare feet.

EULA MAE: Mmm-mmm.

Take them off.

I tell you there, Buzzie,
you cinch up old Ned over there,

and I'll take
this one in the house.

JOB: Whoa, Ned.

MISS MAMIE:
Oh, do be careful, cousin.

That chandelier's
dreadfully heavy.

(GLASS CRASHING)

(MISS MAMIE GASPING)

Sister! We could
have been killed!

Are you sure we weren't?

Cousin Octavia,
are you alright?

Oh, quite! You know,
it always amazes me

how sturdy
these crystal drops are.

We haven't
lost too many.

Besides, it'll be much easier
to work on down here.

Oh, of course!
Oh, how clever of you, cousin.

Why, we never
would've thought of that.

Let's see here.

Thank you, anyways, Mr. Cutler.

Drew drove his mother
into Richmond.

His father says he hasn't
seen Elizabeth all day.

We've covered every inch of that
road like sheep in a meadow.

No sign of her or the car.

-Did you call Ike?
-ERIN: I called Ike first.

He thinks she might have
stopped off somewhere.

We've checked
all the somewheres.

Elizabeth wouldn't leave
without telling somebody,

especially with the groceries.

(CAR APPROACHING)

JIM-BOB: Maybe that's her.

It's just Mary Ellen.

She's alone.

I guess Sissie
must've stayed in town.

MARY ELLEN: Hi.

You all look like I feel.
What's the matter?

-Elizabeth's gone.
-Gone where?

JOHN-BOY: We can't find
a trace of her or the car.

BEN: She took the station wagon
to get groceries over at Ike's.

She left after school when
Erin was talking to that man.

Job Moonie was here
asking about Sissie.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

CINDY: Elizabeth!

ERIN: Elizabeth!
Where have you been?

BEN: Elizabeth...
CINDY: It's about time!

JIM-BOB: Hey, she's not here!

Elizabeth, if this
is some sort of a joke...

Come on, Elizabeth,
stop fooling around.

ERIN: What is that?

MARY ELLEN: Look,
Elizabeth's shoes.

BEN: What?

ERIN: What is that?
JIM-BOB: 141.

JOHN-BOY: Wait, let me see.

This is a pretty
crude job of writing.

Like something Job Moonie
would have done.

JASON: 141?

Or 1-4-1.

Or "I" for "I."

What are you two talking about?

MARY ELLEN: An eye for an eye.

Job can't have Sissie,
so he's taken Elizabeth,

and he's trying to force us
to make a trade.

Job!

MARY ELLEN: Job!
Are you out there?

BEN: Job, you harm Elizabeth,
you'll have to deal with us!

There you are, girls.
Right as rain.

MISS MAMIE: What a relief!

We'd be decimated
without the machine.

I can't imagine how we ever
got along without you, Cousin.

This calls for a celebration.

We've been saving
Papa's 1919 run.

The spring or the fall?

Spring, by all means, Sister.
It was right here somewhere.

I never know what I enjoy most,

the anticipation
or the participation.

Personally, I like to get right
to it. I'll put my tools away.

Oh, dear, there's just one more
bottle of the 1919 spring run.

Dare we tamper with the last
of Papa's favorite vintage?

We'll toast
beneath the portrait.

But we must have the silver
goblets for the occasion.

(CHUCKLES) Of course.

(MISS EMILY SIGHING)

(CRASHING)

Ha! You're out here?
What a fright you gave me!

Sister! We could
have been killed again!

MISS EMILY:
And Papa's favorite vintage

could have been killed with us!

Oh, Octavia,

it was a good thing you made
sure our wills were in order.

I'm going to have to resolder
some of them seams.

If at first you don't succeed...

-Try, try again.
-Try, try again.

You ain't much of an eater,
Miss Lizzie-Beth.

I'm not very hungry.

I'm cold and I'm scared
and I want to go home.

Well, that's all the food
you'll be getting tonight,

so you'd best be cleaning it up.

Neddie! Neddie! Here you are!

(EULA MAE LAUGHING)

Little snack
there, huh? Attaboy.

Ain't much, but it's with love.

Now, that's a good young'un.
Yes, sir.

Buz wouldn't take to it kindly
if I wasn't to feed you.

He's a very caring boy.

I really don't
know him very well.

You don't know him at all,

else you wouldn't
have took Sissie away.

Mrs. Moonie, please,
if you let me go,

I won't tell anyone
that Job brought me here.

Yeah, Buz near about raised
Sissie from a tadpole.

You don't think that lazy old
grandpa of hers

would turn a finger, would you?

No, sir, if it
wasn't for Buzzie,

that little tyke would've slept
on an empty belly. Yes, sir.

You don't understand.

Your son broke the law
bringing me here.

He's in serious trouble.

Hmm.

I just don't rightly understand
you town folks.

Mrs. Moonie, if you'll let me
go, I'll help him, I swear it.

Everything can be going along
fine as you please

and then surer than spit,
some do-gooder from down yonder

is gonna stomp in
with some uplifting notion.

Every time.

(DOG BARKING)

Neddie, Neddie, Neddie, just
keep talking, for heaven's sake.

You old goat,
what's the matter?

You take care
of this woman, won't you?

Now, Neddie, Neddie,
that's enough of that!

Settle down, hear me? I've
a mind to take a stick to you.

You get out there.

Turn out the lantern, honey.
It's time to go to bed.

I mind your feelings, child.
But we is a family.

Neddie and me
is behind Buz 100 percent.

Take that comforter and scrunch
down here alongside of my bed.

Buzzie and me don't want
to see nobody get hurt,

but that Neddie,
he's always looking for a fight.

(EULA MAE CHUCKLING)

One time I seen that old dog
chaw the back leg off a bear

and they was both still running.

(EULA MAE LAUGHING)

Well, better
get some sleep, child.

(EULA MAE BLOWING)

Yep, while they
was still running.

(EULA MAE LAUGHING)

Wouldn't be faster just to go
straight to her foster home?

Sheriff Barlow said he'd have
her wait at the Welfare Office.

Right, we're on our way.

We ready to go?

Not with that.

-We're not going armed?
-SHERIFF: You're not.

Right now my concern is getting
Elizabeth back here safe.

And I don't want any heroics.

JIM-BOB: What makes you think
Job'll tell us about Elizabeth?

Oh, he'll talk,
once we get him into custody.

If you can find him.

If not, we're hoping
Sissie can give us some idea

where Job's got her.

He wouldn't keep her
in the hills around here.

We know this area too well.

I hate being left behind.

Well, Erin, you can help us best
by handling the phones.

But don't tell anybody anything
till we know where we stand.

-Jim-Bob?
-JIM-BOB: Yeah, Sheriff?

Keep your eyes peeled.

Job could come back here to see
if we brought Sissie back.

-Okay?
-Okay.

Gentlemen, let's go.

You two be careful.

We will.

And down it came
with a tremendous crash.

We'll have to get
a crew to put it back.

Why, it is remarkable
that you escaped unscathed.

Oh, we could have been killed.

Octavia was on the ladder,

and she could have been
seriously injured.

MISS MAMIE: Really!
So much has happened

since Octavia
came to visit us.

Why, last night she was fixing
the Recipe machine.

-We had just left the room...
-When it simply...

-Exploded!
-Was that after she fixed it?

Yes, as a matter of fact,
she had just finished.

And where was Cousin Octavia
when it blew?

She had just gone
to put her tools away.

MISS MAMIE: Oh, Sister,
we mustn't forget

the cardamom
and the saffron powder.

It sounds like you ladies are
indulging in some haute cuisine.

MISS MAMIE: Well, Cousin
Octavia is a gourmet cook,

and we've been having
the dishes that are served

at the embassies
in Washington, D.C.

And the White House.

Oh, my, half the time we don't
even know what we're eating.

Such exotic delicacies!

Well, I had heard that the haute
cuisine at the White House

has declined considerably
since the Trumans moved in.

Octavia's recipes are from
the Roosevelt administration.

Theodore Roosevelt,
don't you know?

Cousin Octavia is a Republican.

Oh, Sister, we must get
some digestive powders.

I felt quite queasy last night.

I've been feeling a little
under the weather myself.

I'm sorry you're
not feeling well, ladies,

but maybe you'll feel better
after some good Democratic food.

Well! Really!

Mr. Godsey!

(CHUCKLES) Well,
it's just a joke.

A bad joke!

It's such luxury to have someone
taking care of us like this.

Octavia has volunteered to
revise our wills at no charge.

Well, we really must be going.
Thank you both very much.

You're welcome.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

-Goodbye.
-Bye, ladies.

I do hope that you have not
mortally offended Miss Octavia.

There is something
fishy about that lady.

JOB: Hold it
right there, Sheriff.

I want to talk to you, Job.

I don't see Sissie.

Well, they're bringing her back
from Charlottesville.

-Sure they are.
-That's the truth.

We'll talk when she gets here.

Just a minute. There's
one thing I want to know.

Is Elizabeth alright?

She's fine, so far.

Do you understand kidnapping
is a criminal offense?

You could find yourself
in the state penitentiary.

If you've harmed that
little girl in any way,

I'll see you pay for it
your entire life.

I said she ain't hurt.

Now, look, Job...

Son, this is no good.

Hand over the gun
and take us to Elizabeth.

It'll go a hell of a lot easier
for you if you do.

I got to think on it.

Don't keep me waiting, son.

What about my Sissie?

I can't promise you nothing
about Sissie. You know that.

Sheriff, that
the best chance I got?

That's about it.

I'll be coming out.

SHERIFF: Good.

(DOG BARKING)

You come back here, Lizzie-Beth,
you hear me?

Oh, hush up, for heaven's sake!
You had your chance, doggone it.

C'mon, let's go out
and see if we can find her.

Go on, go on, move!

Oh, Sister, look,
the yellow-bellied sapsucker!

Oh, yes, you're right.

(CHUCKLING) Oh, look at that.

(WHISPERING) There she goes.

(RIFLE FIRING TWO SHOTS)

You've killed them!

There was only one.

That's precisely why
I brought this shotgun.

Rattlesnake.

(CHUCKLING) I'm a little
out of practice.

We've been attacked!
Sister, where are you?

I'm here, I think.

Of course, you are.
Now then, upsy-daisy!

Oh, my, I guess we must have...

Yes, I'm sure we must have...

Fainted. Precisely
right, dear cousins.

Mr. Godsey, please help me
get them to their feet.

She run off.

How'd she get by Neddie?

Threw him some scraps.

Danged fool went
for them instead of her.

Ah, she can't get
too far, not barefoot.

She took my slippers.

I got to find her, Ma!

They won't touch me
as long as I got her.

Don't tell 'em nothing. You
ain't seen nobody.

-She go this way?
-Yeah! What about your truck?

Alright, now you stay quiet.

-I'm going with you.
-No, you're not.

Alright, Jenkins
is here with his hound,

so Jason, John-Boy,
take the station wagon.

Jenkins will follow you.
Come on, everybody, let's go.

-Here's Elizabeth's shoes.
-Come on, honey.

Don't you think it's kinda
dangerous to take her?

It's the only way of finding
Job's mother's house.

It's the only place
I think Job'd take her.

Just leave me with him
if it'd get your sister back.

I'm sure it won't
come to that, Sissie.

I don't mind.
He was always good to me.

We'll let the Sheriff handle it.

Good luck, everyone.

JASON: We're ready
to go, Sheriff.

JIM-BOB: Here's the shoes, Ep.

Thanks, Jim-Bob.

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

Job's scared of the law,

and I'm scared
for Elizabeth and for him.

I don't want nothing bad
to happen on account of me.

It's alright, honey,
everything's going to be fine.

Girls, you're coming
with me, okay?

Why is Ep
taking Elizabeth's shoes?

So the dog can pick up
Elizabeth's scent.

SHERIFF: Not a sign
of anyone in there.

Nothing on that side, either.

JASON: John-Boy!
Sheriff! Over here!

Well, at least
we know he's on foot.

He won't be getting too far.

I hope Elizabeth's with him.

(HOUND BARKING)

Hurry up! The dog's
got a scent. Come on.

Alright, come on, stay close!

Don't want anyone getting
trigger happy. Come on!

Come on!

JOB: Keep moving.

Now sit down over here.

You're a strange man.

Sissie used to cut her feet
in that sharp grass.

And you bound them for her?

Yep.

What happened
to Sissie's parents?

Don't know.

T'warn't but Rance and Sissie
when I come here.

That old man could hardly
take care of himself,

let alone a young'un.

Eula Mae said
you pretty much raised Sissie.

Pretty near.

How long have you been together?

Since she was nubbin.

It was me that
taught her to fish.

I showed her where to find
wild grapes and sour grass.

Me that taught her
to clean her teeth and to...

To braid her hair.

And ain't nobody gonna
take her away from me, either!

'Cause I ain't nothing
left unless I got Sissie.

(HOUND BARKING)

Come on.

Good afternoon, Mr. Godsey.

Oh, yes, it is
a very pleasant afternoon.

Is there something
I can do for you?

I forgot the coriander.

Coriander.

Coriander? Corabeth!

Two cans of peaches,
a dozen fresh eggs, butternuts,

half pound of rye flour,
one pound of brown sugar,

a jar of sorghum,
and a half pound of black tea.

Coming right up.

Ah-ha! Corabeth!

How dare you! Unhand me!

Corabeth!

You blackguard! Villain!

(IKE SCREAMS)

What on earth is going on?

She has been trying to kill
those dear, sweet old ladies!

And now she's
stolen some rat poison.

And two pair of socks,
one hairbrush,

two combs, one fountain pen,
bottle of perfume!

Why, I can
hardly believe my eyes!

Call the Sheriff.

I'll file a complaint!

You'll file a complaint?

Against this outrageous
treatment.

(STAMMERING)
Outrageous treatment!

Will you stop repeating
everything I say?

She's nothing but a shoplifter,
a common thief!

Don't be ridiculous!
I'm a kleptomaniac.

You're a what?

It's an illness, Mr. Godsey.

Kleptomaniacs simply cannot
control their cravings

to pilfer.

I have my certificate from the
Delaware Correctional Institute

to prove it.

I cannot be held responsible
for anything I take.

IKE: Don't care if you're from
Sing Sing, I'll call Sheriff.

Mr. Godsey, are you determined
to destroy my cousins?

Me? I'm trying to keep you
from destroying them.

I would die before I harm them.

Oh, yeah? What about
the falling chandelier

and the exploding machine?

I repaired those again.

I'm expert at fixing things.

There've been times when I
haven't been able to get

the whatchumadoodle hooked on to

the whatchumacallit
the first time around.

If they live
for the second round,

then you get it
with a shotgun.

I saved their lives!
You saw that snake!

(LAUGHS MOCKINGLY) He fainted.

If you can't with your cooking,
you'll get them with this!

Mr. Godsey,
you are hallucinating.

We'll see about that.

However, since my cousins
would be deeply upset

if you pressed these
unfound charges against me,

I shall arrive at an
accommodation with you.

Come again?

I've a cherished uncle with whom
I expected to spend next month.

I shall schedule
my departure immediately

if you will promise to spare the
feelings of my beloved cousins.

In my considered
opinion, Mr. Godsey,

I think that we should
accept Miss Octavia's offer,

in the best interest
of all parties involved.

I don't know.

Alright.

The next bus leaves in a half an
hour and you'd better be on it.

Wait, how about your order?

You may do with it
as you wish, Mr. Godsey.

Bless you, Mrs. Godsey.

JOB: We'll rest
over there for a spell.

(ELIZABETH PANTING)

ELIZABETH: Job?

Job.

What if it could be worked out

so that Sissie could
come back to you?

If you'd let her go to school
and learn to read and write.

She really wants to learn.
She told me so herself.

Job, you did a real good job
of raising her,

but it's not finished.

You've got to go all the way,
give her a little time.

Let her get the education
that'll help both of you.

Job, the way it is now,
with everyone chasing you,

you're the one who's going
to be taken away from Sissie,

and put away.

You won't see your mountains,
or your wild grapes,

or Sissie again.

(HOUND BARKING)

Come on.

I can't go any farther.

That's one ticket to Richmond.

Isn't this charming, Sister?
A boy doll and a girl doll.

Dancing through life together.

I'd always hoped Ashley and I
could have shared such a fate.

MISS MAMIE:
Corabeth, you've no idea

how we're going to miss
our Cousin Octavia.

Our life has been so exciting
since she's been with us.

But what's our loss
is Uncle Horace's gain.

Miss Octavia, I do hope
that you have enjoyed

your brief stay here with us.

No, I enjoyed my brief stay
with my cousins.

(BUS HORN HONKING)

Oh, my goodness, here comes
the bus. Come, Cousin.

Have you got everything?

Absolutely. Bye, all.

She did it again.

(HOUND BARKING)

Come on.

Job, if you'd only listen
to me, I could help you.

Too late.

No, it's not!
I can talk to them,

tell them you didn't harm me,
but helped me when I was hurt.

Ain't nobody gonna listen.

Yes, they will!

JOHN-BOY:
I see him! There they are.

They're gonna kill me!

Nobody wants to kill you!

Job!

Do you hear me, Job?

I'm asking you to throw down
that gun and surrender.

Answer him.

If you don't, I will.

You stay out of this!

You won't get killed
or go to prison.

Job, you're either going to have
to shoot me or talk things out.

Sheriff, we want to talk.

Sheriff, I told Job that
if he turned himself in,

I'd testify for him,
that he'd taken good care of me,

and that if I stood up for him,
maybe he'd get a light sentence.

Well, that'll all be
taken into consideration.

Job, turn her loose.

What if I said there
wasn't any kidnapping?

-What would happen to Job, then?
-I told you to turn her loose.

And go to jail? Never!

Ep, I know you're sworn
to uphold the law,

but aren't you supposed to see
that justice is done, too?

-Ain't no use. Just leave it be.
-I won't! I promised!

You've all seen that what you
wanted to happen has happened!

Job understands
that Sissie wants an education

and he's willing
to wait for her.

I haven't been hurt.

Everything has turned out fine,
and that's what I call justice.

Well, Elizabeth, if you do as
good a job persuading the judge

as you did me, I think we ought
to work something out.

What do you say, Job?

I don't believe you, Sheriff.
Not for a minute.

Job! Listen to them! They ain't
liars, not a one of them!

They done alright by me!

I don't want no harm
to come to you. Please?

(ELIZABETH SIGHING)

JOHN-BOY: The charges
against Job were reduced.

He served
a short term in prison,

where he learned
to read and write.

Sissie finished school,

and while she did eventually
marry, it was not to Job.

ERIN: I hope we never have to
live through anything like that.

I was afraid we wouldn't
get you back, Elizabeth.

ELIZABETH:
I wasn't so sure myself.

JIM-BOB: I wasn't worried.
I knew they'd find you.

ELIZABETH: How come
you're so smart?

JIM-BOB: I knew the dogs would
smell your feet a mile off.

ELIZABETH:
That's very funny, Jim-Bob.

JIM-BOB:
I'm just glad you're okay.

ELIZABETH: Goodnight, Jim-Bob.
JIM-BOB: Goodnight, Elizabeth.