The Waltons (1971–1981): Season 6, Episode 1 - The Hawk - full transcript

Do you like it this way, Mama?

You've got that special
light in your eye. Who is he?

Do you think it makes me look
more older, more sophisticated?

Erin, you haven't answered me.

I can't tell you, Mama.
You'd think I'm crazy.

We've always been
honest with each other.

Well,

I think I've met the
man I'm going to marry.

Early in September of 1939,

shortly after Hitler
invaded Poland,

England delivered an ultimatum
that Germany withdraw her troops.



And while war clouds
were building over Europe,

our family was to face
a disturbing conflict

over the arrival of a new and
controversial figure in our community.

Mary Ellen, you look wonderful.

- I feel wonderful!
- Hi.

Is it kicking?

I think he's asleep. He
hasn't kicked for 10 minutes.

Chamberlain should be on by now.

We just received word

that our shortwave crews are
ready, and we will switch to England

for Neville Chamberlain's
address to the world.

Jason! Pull up a chair for
your sister! A comfortable one.

Beat you.

There you go.



- Thanks.
- An armchair built for two!

I like this treatment. I think I'm
gonna get pregnant once a year.

You better check
with your doctor, first.

We now hear a statement
by the Prime Minister.

I am speaking to you

from the Cabinet Room
at 10 Downing Street.

This morning the British
Ambassador in Berlin

handed the German
government the final note

stating that unless we
heard from them by 11:00

that they were prepared at once to
withdraw their troops from Poland,

a state of war would
exist between us.

I have to tell you now that no
such undertaking has been received

and that, consequently, this
country is at war with Germany.

You can imagine what
a bitter blow it is to me...

Seems like it had to be.

Puts France in the middle. We're
gonna have to jump in with England.

I just pray that they can
bring it to an end soon.

If Sarah comes, tell her
I'll be upstairs dressing.

You going somewhere, Mama?

Boatwright University to
pick out a new minister.

I don't know what that Hitler wants.
He already has Czechoslovakia.

This is what he's after.

The Polish corridor in Danzig.
It's the best port on the Baltic Sea.

Hey!

Get out of here.

- What's going on?
- Chicken hawk!

Now we know what's
been taking our chickens!

- What's all the commotion?
- I'll tell you later.

We'll be late for Corabeth.

How nice you look!

Bye!

All right, get out of sight.

I wanna see him try to take
another one of them chickens.

Come on.

- Jim-Bob.
- See him coming?

Elizabeth, get out of the way.

See how he uses
the wind currents,

trimming his tail feathers and
wings just enough to bank and wheel?

Listen to that boy.

He don't think about anything,
unless it has to do with flying.

I'll bet you that hawk knows as much
about flying as Colonel Lindbergh!

That hawk has one thing in
mind, stealing my chickens.

Instead of shooting him,
couldn't I capture him?

What for?

I'd take him back in the
mountains someplace.

I tell you what, I will help
you capture that hawk.

- Gee, thanks, Grandpa.
- Mmm-hmm.

All right, you can
try to capture him.

He comes back here

and tries to steal one more chicken,
I'm going to shoot him on sight.

It has been all too long since
I'm back to Jefferson County,

but you ladies, by
just coming here,

are bringing the beauty
of the mountain to me.

Dean Beck, you are most gallant.

How is John-Boy?

He's fine, he's working
on his second novel.

- We miss him.
- Hmm.

You'll sorely miss Reverend
Fordwick. A fine man.

Difficult to replace.

However, we need
religious guidance.

Mrs. Bridges, Mrs. Walton
and I have been chosen

as a committee to make
recommendation to the deacon.

Mmm-hmm.

I have a candidate waiting.

Hank, would you come in, please?

Hello, Dean Beck.

I'd like to introduce
Reverend Henry Buchanan.

- Mrs. Walton.
- Hello, Mrs. Walton.

How do you do?

- Mrs. Godsey.
- Hello.

- And Mrs. Bridges.
- Hello.

Hank, why don't you sit there?

Where everyone can get
a good look at me. All right.

Left profile, right
profile, full face.

Wanted. A job on
Walton's Mountain.

- Reverend Buchanan?
- Call me Hank, please.

Good. Who needs
formalities, right?

If I hear Henry, I turn around
to see if my daddy is behind me.

He's a minister, too.

Daddy could talk the devil
into being dunked in the river

if he could just get a hold of him.
Believe me, he's hot on his trail, too.

You have a most unorthodox way of
expressing yourself for a young minister.

Well, I believe in plain speech.

Is there anything that
you'd like to ask us?

I understand there's some
fine fishing up your way.

My husband could
tell you about that.

I went trout fishing
once, up at Crabtree Falls.

It's beautiful country up there.

Ours is an
isolated little village.

Culture is virtually unknown.

Well, I feel I
would like it there.

I'd like to try it.

Do you wish to ask
Hank any questions?

Reverend Buchanan,
are you married?

No. No, I'm not.

Reverend Fordwick and his wife Rosemary
were so much a part of the community,

it's gonna be hard for
anyone to replace them.

I wouldn't try to replace
Reverend Fordwick.

I would hope to find my
own place in your community.

Well, it was a
pleasure meeting you.

And I hope I can meet
your families soon.

I'm not shy, so I won't
beat around the bush.

I'd like to be your minister.

Thanks again, Dean.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Ladies, what do you think?

He is not, in his
own words, shy.

He reminds me of John.
If John were a preacher.

Olivia! What a thought!

We only saw him briefly, this one
time. What do we really know about him?

Perhaps I can help.

Hank is young, about 26,

but this would not
be his first church.

Are you suggesting, Dean Beck, that
young Reverend Buchanan is a nomad?

Hank is a bit of a
rebel, but a doer.

He's going to
make a fine minister.

Well, he's got my vote.
I think he's adorable.

I think that I have made my
position clear. I am against him.

I vote for him, too.

Well, there you are,
Corabeth. Two against one.

You're going to like
our new preacher, John.

First thing he talked
about was fishing.

Is that so?

He's gonna bring a lot
of people into the church.

You never give up, do you, Liv?

I don't give in to Corabeth
and her stiff-backed ways.

That's not what I
mean, and you know it.

I hope you're not thinking, just because
I go fishing with this new minister,

come Baptism time, I'm gonna
let him put me under the water.

- You're gonna like Hank.
- Hank?

That's what you'll be calling him
before long. You're going to like him.

- You said that, Liv.
- You are!

What in the world is that?

This here contraption is going
to out-Rube Rube Goldberg.

Whatever that means?

We're gonna capture hawk in
case he tries to eat our chickens.

This here chicken is gonna stay
here under the wire, as a decoy.

We'll keep her nice and
contented with some feed.

The hawk will see her
and come swooping down.

Grandpa, it's my idea.

Oh, yeah. Yes, yes, I know.

See when the hawk comes
down here to grab the chicken,

we'll pull those ropes over
there and the net will fall on him.

Let's test it!

There she blows!

Looks to me like you've got
a few adjustments to make.

Maybe I ought to keep
my shotgun handy.

It won't work.
Let's try the snare.

Good morning!

- I'm Hank Buchanan.
- John Walton.

- Hi.
- This is my pa.

The new preacher.

- Welcome to the Walton's Mountain.
- Well, Reverend...

Thank you, Mr. Walton.
I like it already.

This here's my daughter
Elizabeth, my son Jim-Bob,

and the neighbor down
the road, Aimee Godsey.

Aimee Godsey, I've
met your mother already.

Yes, sir.

Hi, Mrs. Walton,
good to see you again!

Did you have any
trouble finding us?

No, no, I just pointed the
car, it seemed to know the way.

Good sign already.

- You got a nice car.
- Thanks.

Oh, yes, and my daughter,
Erin. This is Reverend Buchanan.

- Hi.
- Hello.

Handsome women in your family.

- Does that include me?
- It most certainly does, Elizabeth.

Goes for you, too, Aimee.

Well, I better get on to
the parsonage and unpack.

You know where it is, across from
the church, first house on the left.

All right.

The key is under the mat,
there's food in the ice box.

Few curves on the way.

Well, I'll try not to
straighten them out!

Goodbye.

Boy, what a car!

I don't see anything
wrong with him.

Who said there was?

Mama says he's not
going to fit in around here.

I bet he does. He remembered
everybody's names, right off.

He's a bright young man.

Well, takes a lot of ability
to fill up the collection plate,

and I predict that
young man will go far.

Jim-Bob.

- What did you think of him?
- Seems like a nice enough fellow.

You'll like him.

He's peachy, Mama!

Why don't we invite him
over for Sunday dinner?

I think we ought to let him settle
in first. We shouldn't rush things.

But isn't that what you're
supposed to do for a new minister?

Try and make him feel at home?

You like him, don't you?

Is he married, Mama?

Good service, Reverend.

See you next Sunday.

Goodbye, Erin.

Fine sermon. New ideas, too.

Thank you. I try to make
my sermons interesting.

Sometimes I have
to resort to shouting.

Did you ever think about
giving a sermon about the war?

It's getting hotter every day,

and people have to
face up to the facts of life.

- I'd think about it, if I was you.
- I will think about it.

Mrs. Godsey, your
solo was beautiful.

You are most kind.

Come, Mr. Godsey.

I'd think about that sermon about the
war, and about everybody doing their part.

Okay.

That was a good
service, young man.

I didn't go to sleep but once.

Thanks for coming, Zeb.

Tell John I'm sorry I
didn't see him here.

I will, okay.

- Reverend, I'm Mrs. Brimmer.
- Hello.

I'd like you to come by and have supper
with me and my boarders one day soon.

Ask him, Mama,
before he's all taken.

Before that, I'll drop by with a covered
dish of my chicken and dumplings for you.

- Fine.
- Reverend.

Goodbye.

You must have had a tiring
day, meeting all those people.

How about coming and having some
Sunday supper with us? Just the family.

- I'd love to, Mrs. Walton.
- Good.

Down in the meadow
in an itty bitty pool

Swam three little fishies
and the mama fish, too

"Swim!" said the mama
fishy "Swim if you can!"

And they swam and they
swam all over the dam

Boop boop dittem
dattem wattem, chu

John, will you get the door?

That smells good, Liv.

Girls! Stop that singing!

Jason, don't encourage them!

- Reverend, welcome - Hi, John.

- Hi, Curtis.
- Hi, Reverend.

"Swim!" said the mama
fishy "Swim if you can!"

And they swam and they
swam all over the dam

The girls. They've been walking
in the woods. They're washing up.

- Hi, Mary Ellen.
- Reverend.

Well, now, what am I going to have
in Sunday School, a boy or a girl?

I don't know, maybe one of each.

She won't believe me. I keep
telling her it's going to be a boy.

One boy.

- My great-grandson.
- Hi, Zeb.

Jason, nice touch. - Thanks.

Jason's been studying at
the Kleinberg Conservatory.

He's gonna graduate soon.

Then he can work full
time at the Dew Drop Inn.

That is the sportiest place this
side of Sodom and Gomorrah!

Grandpa!

Dinner will be in 15
minutes, if y'all want to talk.

Man, oh, man! The
gall of that man, Hitler.

First thing you know, there's gonna
be submarines right off Virginia Beach.

You know what, Corabeth?

I think I'm going to apply
for that job of air raid warden.

Siren on the roof, free
literature, signs in the window.

And air raid drills, that
can't hurt business, either.

Mr. Godsey, our
country is not at war!

Well, it's just a matter
of time, we're gonna be.

Mr. Godsey, I find your preoccupation
with this matter extremely disagreeable.

Corabeth, you've never been
the easiest person to understand,

but lately you just have...
Well, you've been so touchy!

I am painfully injured that the
Waltons invited the new minister

to dinner and did not invite us.

Well, they've got a whole
house full of people over there,

what with Curt and Mary Ellen.

I am a relative. Distant,
but nevertheless, a relative.

Furthermore, I have been selected
as a member of the committee

to choose and
now judge this man.

I think

that I will invite young Reverend
Buchanan over next Sunday,

as a Christian
gesture to a newcomer.

Although I still harbor distinct
reservations about his appointment.

Nevertheless, we are civilized.

And I am not inviting
any of the Waltons.

- Hey, John.
- Morning, Reverend.

You going fishing?

Soon as I get my
tackle figured out.

Mind waiting till after
church? I'd like to go with you.

All right. Late afternoon
fishing's good enough.

Why don't I just meet you in
church? We can go from there.

Why don't you come by
after church, pick me up?

All right. See you then.

Hey, Grandpa!

Grandpa! It's the hawk!

We'll snare him this time.

Guess he was too smart for us.

Oh, he must have
seen the chicken wire.

That wire's throwing a
glare. The snares look white.

Paint them green, grass green.

We can use all the
advice we can get.

See, I raised myself a genius!
He must have read my thoughts.

Well, I'm gonna call.

That's too bad.

Deuces full of tens.

We'll look in on Yancy. He
always knows where they're biting.

All righty.

Homey, ain't it?

Going to be watching
you every minute.

- Hey, John.
- Yancy, Horace.

You and your friend
want to pull up a box?

Yeah, sit down over here, John.
Help me keep an eye on this Yancy.

I want you fellows to meet Hank
Buchanan, the new minister in town.

We always give the
money back, Your Ministry.

Yeah, well, I'm taking mine back,
now. Looks like the game's over.

Hold on a minute.

John, we got some time,
before we hit the stream?

It's a little early
for late fishing.

All right, boys.

Dealer's choice, five
card draw, no stakes.

- No stakes!
- No stakes?

That's good. My deal next.

We'll play Spit in the Ocean!

- See you later, John.
- All right, Reverend.

Bye, Olivia.

What did you catch?

All I caught was
a straight flush.

Sounds like poker talk to me.

Yeah, we went by
Yancy's, fell into a game.

You and Reverend Buchanan?

Yeah.

If he was playing cards, I bet
you and Yancy talked him into it.

We didn't talk him out of it.

It was just for fun, Liv.
No money involved.

I think that's shameful.

You know that war sermon
I was talking to you about?

Do you know that in London
they're putting up barrage balloons

in case the bombers come over?

Now, that's the kind of
thing that we should be doing.

In your Bible studies, you
must have read all the versions,

which of the translators
do you prefer?

Oh, yeah, Corabeth's been brushing up on
the Bible, preparing for your coming over.

From the not-too-distant
days of my formal schooling,

I have continued to remain
well-read and properly informed.

Well, then you probably know that
the Bible's been quite a battleground.

There are those who prefer the
language of the King James Version,

which dates back to 1611.

Precisely.

However, there's language in there
that people don't understand anymore.

But then, along comes
William Tyndale...

Who believed that the
Bible should be translated

so that even a plowboy
could understand it.

And we certainly have our
plowboys here in Walton's Mountain,

who have to be served.

You know the part that I like
is about Jonah and the Whale.

Boy, that's a good one.

Well, whatever the interpretation,
the Bible is always beautiful.

In my advanced courses in elocution,
we used to have to recite from the Bible.

The sentences have
a natural rise and fall.

"He shall lean upon his
house, but it shall not stand.

"He shall hold it fast,
but it shall not endure."

That's beautiful, Mrs. Godsey.

I love the Bible's
poetic prayers

and its laments.

Mr. Godsey, I understand the
economy is starting to pick up.

Oh, yeah, Norfolk and
all the ports down there,

they're doing big business.

European countries are
buying all the war goods.

Is that helping your store any?

Oh, yeah, tomatoes, 36
cents and I'm getting it.

I'm sorry, I've got to
apologize. I've got to leave early.

I promised Erin Walton
I'd pick her up at work.

Oh.

Mr. Godsey, our guest
must take his leave.

Oh, sure!

The guns of the tyrant Adolf
Hitler's greater Third Reich

have been turned against Poland.

Poland's heroic soldiers
were outnumbered 10-to-1

and totally unprepared

for the treacherous attack
launched against them.

Poland's streets resound to
the tramp of a mobster army,

its government now a
puppet to the Third Reich.

I wish I hadn't seen
what's going on in Europe.

It seems like a different world.

Erin, it is.

Talk about the war
is so depressing.

How did you like the movie?

Well, Jeanette McDonald's
always good. I like her.

I like what they do with Victor
Herbert's music, too. He's good.

I never even noticed his name.

John-Boy wrote us that he saw
Du Barry Was a Lady in New York.

Oh, yeah, it just
opened. Boy, I envy him.

Are ministers supposed to envy?

Well, this one does.

I don't wanna miss
anything in life.

I hear you have a
great record collection.

It's a shame to let
this music go to waste.

Come on, didn't the Depression teach
you Waltons not to waste anything?

You know, there's still no word
on this Civil Defense application.

Boy, that Governor's sure taking
his sweet time while Rome burns.

If I don't hear
from him tomorrow,

I'm going straight to Richmond to see
him before somebody else gets the job.

Don't worry, I'll have
Ben watch the store.

Mr. Godsey, since being air raid warden
job has become your all-consuming desire,

I suggest you make
that trip to Richmond.

- Morning, Corabeth.
- Hi, Flossie.

Here we are.

Look at that big list!

I don't know how I'm
gonna come out even.

My present boarders
have such big appetites.

Corabeth, could you
and I have a word?

As a point of interest, do young
ministers dance these days?

Corabeth. Flossie.

- Hello, Olivia.
- Hi, Olivia.

- Any mail?
- I'm not sure. I'll let you know.

We have another member
of the committee here.

What would you think, Olivia? Are
ministers allowed to dance these days?

You must be referring, of course, to
young Reverend Buchanan, Flossie.

What about Reverend Buchanan?

I... I was bringing one of my
dishes of the chicken and dumplings

to Reverend Buchanan last night

and could not help but
see our young minister

dancing with Erin.

They'd been to the
movies, with our permission.

The impetuosity of youth.

I trust Erin completely.

And I refuse to reject Hank

just because he doesn't always do
things the way people think he should.

He's already created lot of new interest
in the church among people around here.

I still vote for
Reverend Buchanan.

And now I've forgotten
why I came in here.

Olivia, your mail! Olivia.

Your mail. Olivia.

I hear he has this talent to charm,
which is all well and good for a minister,

but dancing at the parsonage
with an innocent young girl

and no one there to chaperon...

Well! It simply takes
my breath away.

Oh, dear! I'll have
to ring off now, Clara.

Mrs. Cogswell?

Oh, Miss Fanny,
it'll be all over town!

It already is, my dear.

And Erin, don't you think you
could knock before entering?

Well, I never have before.

Well, let's make
that a new rule.

Number, please. Thank you.

Erin, dear, you know
I am most fond of you.

In all kindness, may I advise, dear
girl, that you use a little discretion.

A word to the wise
is usually sufficient.

Number, please!

No, Miss Fanny just left,

but this is Erin Walton, if you'd like
to talk about me and the new minister.

- Hi, Reverend.
- Hello.

Could I get you another
bottle of soda pop?

- No, thanks, I'm fine, Thelma.
- Yeah, well.

You're not going to make a
sermon or anything like that, are you?

Probably half of my customers
would just get up and go.

No, I just came
to listen to Jason.

Oh, that's terrific. Well, you just sit
around and enjoy yourself all you like.

I don't think most of my regulars
know who you are, anyway.

Snared him!

- We got him!
- We got him this time.

Snared him this time.

Now, we can take him up the Blue
Ridge where he can't get at our chickens.

Aw, look how his little heart's
beating under the feathers.

Grandpa, think we can
keep him for a while?

I want to look at his wings and his
tail and see how he glides like that.

Well, I suppose we
could keep him for a while.

Over in the barn, maybe.

Mama, I'm going down
to the church to practice.

Hank's come up with
some new hymns.

I'll go with you!

Erin, shouldn't you finish
your shorthand, first?

I can do it any time, Mama.

- See you later.
- Bye-bye.

Corabeth, come in.

I hope I haven't come
at an inopportune time.

No, I was just lifting weights.

Come on in.

I'm trying to stay
in shape for skiing.

I imagine you get good
pretty good snow up here.

Oh! Yes, there is abundant
snow in the higher reaches,

but this being a
provincial community,

I doubt that anyone has
ever considered skiing.

But, of course, there are sleigh rides
and skating on the pond when it freezes.

What have you got there?

This is the purpose of my visit.

I designed this choir robe
and if you think it appropriate,

well, we ladies could make
them for the entire choir.

Why, that's beautiful, Corabeth.

- I thank you.
- That's a fine idea.

Of course,

those for the men would
be of a different cut.

More

masculine.

This would be your
record collection.

Yes, indeed. Everything
from Benny Goodman to Bach.

It has become known
in the community

that you were seen dancing
with that Walton child on a Sunday.

Why did you come here, Corabeth?

You should know by now
that I opposed your selection

as our new minister.

Yes, I know there aren't too
many secrets around here.

Your actions, contrary
what is expected,

could be censured, or considered

stimulating.

I refer, of course, to our
discussion of the Bible.

Corabeth, what's the trouble?

Can I help you?

Sit down.

I did not come here for help

but to tell you that it is my
fervent wish to undo any harm

that I may

have caused you
in the eyes of others.

Confession is good for the soul.

Jason! Erin! Come
in! Corabeth's here.

I... I just stopped by to
get the key to the church.

I was going to practice
those new hymns.

I was just showing Reverend
Buchanan a choir robe I made.

- Here you are.
- Thanks.

Now that it passes his approval,
I must get back to our little store.

Well, it was nice
to see you both.

Come on, Erin.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Time was when I got a kiss
after putting in a hard day's work.

That was quick. Erin?

What's wrong?

- Erin, what's going on?
- I feel so silly.

Did something happen
between you and Hank?

How could I be so stupid?

He's years older than I am.

Well, it's all over now, and
I apologize to both of you!

- I've come to my senses.
- Just simmer down, honey.

I know what you were thinking,
Mama, that I was chasing after him!

It got all around that there was
something going on between us,

but there's not. Not anymore.

Erin, I wish there was
something I could do.

I just wanna be alone.

All right, honey.

Just remember, we're
here if you need us.

I wish now I'd
listened to Corabeth.

Hank sure is independent, and I
guess he's got a way with women.

Don't mind me, I just
wanna listen to the news.

I owe Corabeth an apology.

I think she and Sarah
and I ought to get together.

The sooner the better.

- What's going on?
- Oh, son.

Your grandpa's
tuning into the news.

Here are recorded excerpts
from President Roosevelt's...

Grandpa, the hawk keeps
trying to break out of his cage.

Shh. I'm listening to FDR.

I hope the United States
will keep out of this war.

I believe that it will.

And I give you assurance and reassurance
that every effort of your government

will be directed
toward that end.

As long as it remains
within my power to prevent,

there will be no blackout of
peace in the United States.

- We've heard all this before, Grandpa.
- I know.

But it is reassuring
to hear it again.

I should think that this would
be a most auspicious day

to take that hawk up in
the mountains to the wilds.

We'd better take the coupe

'cause my old wreck will
never make it up the Mountain.

That's right, your old car is
only good for going downhill.

Here you go, ma'am.

Ben, have you seen Corabeth?

Mama, there's a lot of crying
and carrying on going on in there.

I don't think it's
good for business.

Bye-bye.

Corabeth?

Oh, Olivia!

I feel that with you

I can voice my despair.

We are kin.

I would be bereft if anything lasting
ever came between me and Erin.

Erin is upset, but she didn't
mention anything about you.

She is an honorable child.

Olivia,

it has not been easy for me
to find emotional peace here.

I don't think it's been easy for any of
us since Hank came to the Mountain.

Life with Mr. Godsey

is not all sunshine and roses.

Mr. Godsey is a good man,

but I become bored
to tears and distraction.

What happened
was not Hank's fault.

Corabeth, I'm not
sure I wanna hear this.

I fought it

from the first moment
I laid eyes on him.

But he was a young man I
could discuss the Bible with

instead of the
price of tomatoes.

I've been blind to all of this,
and so has everybody else.

No longer.

I fashioned a choir robe
which I took to the parsonage

while Mr. Godsey
was away in Richmond.

Jason and Erin saw us there.

Here I am,

a mature woman.

Maybe it's the man.

Maybe you and Erin
couldn't help yourselves.

Oh, Olivia,

I'm so ashamed of myself.

Corabeth! Olivia.

I got the appointment!
I'm the air raid captain!

Oh, Mr. Godsey,

I am so proud of you!

- Congratulations, Ike.
- Thank you, Olivia.

Wow!

I get welcomed back like this, I'm
gonna go out of town more often.

Grandpa, why do I feel
like we shouldn't let him go?

Out there is where a bird
of prey like this one belongs.

Down below man.

That's us.

We destroy all the feeding and breeding
grounds where the wild things are.

Every once in a while a smart
one, like this hawk here, the owls,

they pick up a
chicken or two of ours.

But out here is
where he belongs.

He can pick up his own
feed, and find freedom.

Let him go.

Hank and Corabeth!
I'll be a son of a gun!

John, you have the
strangest sense of humor!

Hi.

Hank just came over and
gave me his letter of resignation.

He told me about everything
getting all mixed up,

and that misunderstanding
with Corabeth,

but I don't think that was
cause for his resignation, do you?

I'm not gonna interfere.

I chose Hank for selfish reasons,
'cause I knew you would like him.

Corabeth voted no 'cause she knew
she had a weakness in her heart for him.

What do you really think, Liv?

In spite of Corabeth, I still think
he's right for Walton's Mountain.

Amen! Me, too.

Excuse me, ladies.

Guess you won't be needing this.
How about leaving it behind with me?

You're not one for beating
around the bush, John.

I know I've created a situation
and morally I should go.

So, I'm going.

I don't know about morally, but

isn't that kind of the coward's way,
just packing and leaving like this?

What am I supposed to do?

Face the community,
face yourself.

Who knows? You might get a
pretty good sermon out of this.

Before we end this
morning's service,

I'd like to talk with you
as honestly as I can

about a turning
point in my life.

When I first met the committee
that brought me here on trial,

I told them that I
believed in plain speech.

I still do.

And I will speak plainly.

I am a man of God,
and I am also a man.

There is hardly anything I
would rather do than go fishing.

I enjoy the companionship
of men over a game of cards.

I hunt, I enjoy my car

and I admire a lady as
much as anybody else does.

And, like a man who I've
recently become a friend of,

and here I mean John Walton,

I believe that God doesn't
just exist in this church building.

He exists beyond it, on the
mountains and along the river banks

and in the fields of this
beautiful part of the world.

I want to remain here.

I desperately want
to be your minister.

And I sincerely ask
for your acceptance.

Amen.

Amen. MAN 3: The man's right.

We'd like to keep
you here, Reverend.

Now, if you'll all join
me for the closing hymn.

Alas! and did my Savior bleed

And did my Sovereign die!

Hank Buchanan was
to remain our minister

for a good many years to come,

and while he remained, in
Corabeth Godsey's words,

"A most unorthodox young man,"

he was a good man
and a Godly man.

The hawk returned on the
day we heard over the radio

that Russian bomber and strafing
planes had hit Poland from the east.

The world would never
again be the same.

I'm glad Reverend
Hank is staying.

Maybe he'll let
me drive his car.

I'm glad he's staying,
too. How about you, Erin?

I'm glad.

I didn't know you wanted
to drive his car, too.

Good night, Jim-Bob!

Did I say something wrong?
- Good night, Jim-Bob!

Is there something
I don't know about?

Good night, Jim-Bob!

All right, all
right. Good night!

English -SDH