The Waltons (1971–1981): Season 6, Episode 7 - The Grandchild - full transcript

Since you're so good at
making predictions, Mrs. Brimmer,

what do you see in there for me?

Besides a baby.

Is something wrong?

It just didn't work, Mary Ellen.

Besides, it's just a silly game.

Let's help Miss Mamie
and Miss Emily tidy up.

- You don't need to do that, Mrs. Brimmer!
- Of course we do!

There came a time when
everyone on Walton's Mountain

was looking forward
to a very special event,

a blessed one:



the birth of m y sister
Mary Ellen's baby.

All the neighbors shared our
anticipation as the da y approached,

and only the mother-to-be
seemed unconcerned

that a new generation of
Waltons was about to begin.

Oh, no!

Ten, and eleven...

Twelve yards exactly.

You know, this is the
very best quality flannel.

Nothing's too good
for my first grandchild.

I can take care of that if
you want to wait on Cassie.

Is there something
you'd like, dear?

A bottle of grape pop.

Grape pop.

- How you feeling, Cassie?
- Fine.



When are you due?

I don't know.

Grape pop.

Thank you.

Throw it to me, Mary Ellen!

Don't you think she's a little too
enceinte for such strenuous activity?

- Hi, Cassie.
- Hi, Mary Ellen.

She's eight months
along and never felt better.

I'm concerned about the infant.

I don't know. Maybe it will
grow up to be a good shortstop.

Mary Ellen was.

Well, in that case, let
us hope the child is male.

They're gonna beat up on us now!

We have before!

- Hi, Corabeth, Mama.
- Mary Ellen.

Well, well. Times
have certainly changed.

In my day, a young lady was
expected to retire from the public view

when she was...

When she became...

You mean just because
she was pregnant?

I'll wrap your flannel.

I do think you ought
to be more careful.

Why? Curt says it won't hurt me,
and it sure beats sitting around waiting.

I guess there isn't
much a mother can say

to a pregnant daughter
whose husband is a doctor.

Want to ride home with me?

Elizabeth made some
peanut butter cookies.

Oh, I better not. Curt doesn't
want me to gain any more weight.

Guess you better do as he says.

Thank you, Corabeth.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.

Ike?

- Hi, Mary Ellen.
- Can you mail these for me?

And here's the
money for the syrups.

- I see Curt is sending out a few bills.
- Yeah.

- Oh, look who's here.
- Oh, hello!

Why, Mary Ellen, you
are the picture of health!

The Madonna of
Walton's Mountain!

Everybody is so anxious
for the little stranger to arrive.

Oh, not nearly as
anxious as I am.

I suppose you have
a name all picked out?

Not yet. Every time Curt
and I start to talk about names,

we get into a fight.

A dill pickle?

No thanks, Ike. That's the one
thing I haven't been hungry for.

Well, I'll see you all later.

Curt has the afternoon
off and we're going fishing.

Oh!

They say the bass are biting something
fierce up along the Rockfish River!

- Bye-bye!
- Bye-bye!

Now, what can I do
for you lovely ladies?

- Oh!
- Mamie?

Would you fill this
order for us, Mr. Godsey?

Well, I'll certainly try.

Let's see. "Crepe
paper, invitations..."

You're having a party.

Indeed we are.

A baby shower.

- For Mary Ellen.
- Well!

We want you to be sure
and come, Corabeth.

Do I get an invitation?

Mr. Godsey, there are some places
where a gentleman is not welcome.

One of them is at a party for a
young lady waiting for the stork.

I'll fill out this order.

Go cancel your letters!

Have you thought about what
you would use as a centerpiece?

I think a stork would be lovely.

A stuffed stork,

with a bundle of
gifts in his beak.

May I make a suggestion?

- Please do.
- Certainly.

Come right this way.

Oh, my! But opening an umbrella
in the house is bad luck, isn't it?

Oh, surely not under
these circumstances.

Sister, the umbrella
would be for the shower.

Oh.

Oh! Why that's even more
appropriate than the stork!

There's World Series pools,
football pools, election pools,

why not a baby pool?

It still sounds like
gambling to me, Ben.

What do you have to do?

You see, everyone
puts in a quarter

and guesses the date and
the time the baby will be born,

and the closest one wins.

I figure we'll get $2
if everyone puts in.

Is Mary Ellen going
to be in this here pool?

No, sir. She'd probably
fix it so she'd win.

Ben, Mary Ellen doesn't know when
the baby's coming any more than we do.

She'll probably get inside
information from Curt.

Jim-Bob!

Well, I'm going to make a sign-up
list, and anyone can get in who wants to.

Just write down when
you think it'll be born.

What is this "it"?

The baby is going to be a girl,

and she will have the name

Esther Elizabeth Willard.

Oh, that's a real
sweet name, Elizabeth,

and your Grandma Esther
would be highly pleased.

But the fact of the matter
is, the firstborn in the Waltons

is always a boy,

and he naturally will
be called Zebulon John,

after his great-grandfather and
his grandfather, the little fellow,

which information I am about
to convey to Uncle John-Boy

so he won't be too surprised
about his first little nephew.

Well, tell John-Boy to make a
prediction and send me a quarter.

All you talk about is the baby. Isn't
anybody worried about Mary Ellen?

Oh, don't you worry about Mary Ellen.
It's the healthiest time of her life.

She is as strong as an ox.

Yes, but will she be able to get
her figure back after all this is over?

Right now she looks awful.

I'm worried about Reckless.

She's been kind
of droopy lately.

Oh, she's just fat and lazy.

Won't even chase
ground squirrels anymore.

What do you know
about dogs, anyway?

How's it look? I think I
got the collar a little nicer.

You sure did.

I couldn't do better myself.

It's just like having a
French maid in the house.

- You know, I just thought of something.
- What?

- You're going to be a grandpa.
- That's right!

You going to start
acting like a grandpa?

Why should I? I don't
feel any different. Do you?

I am a little young
to be a grandmother.

Come to think of it, I'm a little
young to be married to a grandmother!

Jason, so early?

- Jason, you look awful!
- What happened, Son?

We had a fire at the
Dew Drop Inn tonight.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine, but the kitchen
at the Dew Drop is a real mess.

It was a grease fire. It
spread all over the place.

A bunch of us
pitched in to put it out.

Anybody get hurt?

No, but they are going to
have to close the place down

for two or three
weeks for repairs,

so I'm out of a job.

Can I get you something?

I just want to get cleaned up.

I don't know how I'm going to
finish paying for my tuition at school.

I hope the next job he gets is
someplace where they don't serve liquor.

Honey, it wasn't the liquor that
caught fire, it was the kitchen grease.

Well, the cook
was probably drunk!

What do you think, Yancy?

Oh, don't rush me, now, Jim-Bob.

I wouldn't want to say that
Reckless here has got the distemper

when all she's really
got is the swamp fever.

That bad, huh?

Yeah, I'd say her condition is

very delicate.

What do you think I should do?

Just relax until
the puppies come.

- You're kidding!
- No.

Congratulations, James Robert.

Reckless is pregnant,
and a fine dog.

You know, pups from a good
hunting dog will fetch a fair price.

She sure doesn't show it.

Hey, if I sold those pups, I
could get a tire for my car.

Sure. I wonder who the papa is.

Beats me.

I thought we had her locked up when
she came in season a couple months ago.

I remember now, Jim-Bob.

I was doing some work for
your daddy about that time.

Why, me and old Tiger was
over at your place regular.

Tiger?

Were you nosing
around that Walton barn?

Did you see the tail? It's him!

It's Tiger! Tiger's the
papa! You old devil!

You sure, Yancy? He
doesn't have much spunk.

Spunk? Tiger?

Old Tiger, he ain't
no fighter, he's a lover!

Tiger-boy!

And you know, as owner of the sire, I'm
rightly entitled to the pick of the litter.

Okay, Yancy, pick of the litter.

Come on, Reckless, let's go home
and tell everybody the good news.

Take it easy, Yancy!

You take good care
of her now, Jim-Bob!

Well, Tiger,

I'm beginning to
believe you are the one!

I've never seen
you act this way!

- Hi, Ben!
- Hey, Ike.

How many gallons can I give you?

- Two inches should do it.
- Two what?

The gauge is broken.

- How about a dollar's worth?
- Oh! Okay.

You know, I guess we're lucky to have
all the gas we want in the United States.

I understand over in
England there's a big shortage.

I reckon the price will go
up because of the war, too.

Well, that's what I was getting
to. The price has already gone up,

and I got to pass it on to you.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I'm also sorry to say
I only have 75 cents.

But I'll tell you what,

I'll let you in on this baby
pool I started for Mary Ellen.

Everyone puts in a quarter
and the winner takes all.

Hey!

This sounds pretty good.

You know what, I can
keep this under the counter

and then I can sell it to my
customers when they come in.

Yeah, sweeten the pot.

That sounds great!

There's just one thing.

Mary Ellen doesn't
know about it.

Oh. Well, I'll tell you
what. I won't tell Mary Ellen

if you don't tell Corabeth that I
got a punchboard under the counter.

It's a deal!

- Here you go, Ike.
- Okay, Ben.

Bye!

Mary Ellen, I wish
you wouldn't do that.

Oh, Curt keeps after me
all the time to keep active.

Watch it Mary Ellen. You're going to
bend my great-grandboy out of shape.

"Shape" is not my favorite
word at the moment, Grandpa.

I looked in the mirror this
morning. I'm shaped like a pear!

I'll do that.

Curt may have told
you to keep active,

but you don't have to
act like a truck driver.

I wish you'd all stop
worrying. I'm strong as a horse.

But the baby isn't.

You want to exercise,
you take a walk.

Ah! Something smells good.

- Hi, Curt.
- Hi, honey!

How are all the Kohler kids?

Big faces. Mumps all around.

Come on, come on,
Mary Ellen, have a carrot,

it's good for what ails you.

I'd much rather have
some of Mama's fresh bread.

I could eat a whole loaf.

Just so you won't be
tempted, how about one slice?

Whoa. Whoa.

Oh, come on, Curt.
I'm eating for two now.

No bread. You're
getting fat as a pig.

- Nothing against your baking.
- Thank you, Doctor.

You're a hard man, Magee!

Mary Ellen.

Once this baby gets here, if it ever
does, I'm going to eat everything in sight.

Whole loaves of
bread. Big chunks of it.

If you get any bigger now, Dr. Alexander
is going to charge me double.

You said he wasn't
charging you anything.

Besides, it really doesn't
matter, 'cause I'm not going to him.

Here she goes again.

A Walton baby should be
born on Walton's Mountain.

Amen to that!

This is a Willard child.

It's just as much a
Walton as it is a Willard!

Look, if we were stuck out on some
prairie and we couldn't get into town,

it would be different.

But Charlottesville and
Dr. Alexander are only 28 miles away,

and that's where you're going.

He's right. You listen to him.

Never smells right to me.

- What's that?
- Hospitals. They got that...

That smell.

It's disinfectant. It
means it's sterile.

Good. Babies can
catch all kinds of germs.

You take the safe
way, Mary Ellen.

Mama, you had all your babies,
except for Jim-Bob, at home.

And besides, we can be
just as sterile as they can.

We cannot!

I want my baby's first breath
to be good, clean mountain air!

That's right, Mary Ellen.

It sure worked for me that
time I thought I was dying.

That's before you
came here, Curt.

They put me in a
tent right out there,

and it was the good clean
mountain air that recovered me,

as you can see for yourself.

Zeb, if you're dying, no kind
of air is going to revive you.

Well, it did for me, and it
wasn't in any old hospital, either.

Well, maybe if you'd let
us take you to the hospital,

you would have
gotten well sooner.

Now, when I was over in that
hospital, half-dead with the pneumonia,

could have used a little sleep, they
kept waking me every two minutes

- and giving me those pills.
- Got you well, didn't it?

What got me well was
wanting to get home!

If I'd stayed over there,
they would have killed me!

My baby is going...

John, that's foolish talk.

No, Livie. They treat you
like a string of sausages.

You remember that time
that I dug up a wild azalea

and tried to take it over
to Esther in the hospital?

They threw me right out.

That's not why they threw you
out. You were disturbing the peace.

- I going to have my baby...
- Amen to that.

He wasn't disturbing the peace. He was
letting Ma know he was thinking about her.

They got their reasons
for what they do.

Mary Ellen, you take my advice

and have my great-grandson
right here on the Mountain.

I intend to, Grandpa.

- It's my baby.
- You're wrong.

It's our baby, and I'm your doctor,
and you're gonna have it in the hospital.

- Good for you.
- I was born on the Mountain.

He was born on the Mountain. My
grandfather was born on the Mountain.

Can I help you?

I gotta have a doctor.

Well, Dr. Willard isn't here
right now. Can I help you?

It's not me. It's Cassie, my
granddaughter. Her time's come.

Well, why don't you bring her
in and I'll take a look at her?

It's too rough a trip down that
mountain. I had to leave her.

But she needs help bad.

Miss Fanny, this is Mary
Ellen. Has Curt called in yet?

Hold on.

Doctor's over in Westham making
calls. There's no way to get a hold of him.

This won't wait.

Miss Fanny, when Curt calls in, tell
him I'm over at the Hineman place.

I know it's late.

I know there's a storm coming,
and I know about my condition.

Just tell Curt to get
there as soon as he can.

Ab's granddaughter
is having her baby.

Bye-bye.

I need to get a few supplies.

Bring the lamp.

Cassie? Cassie, we got
here as soon as we could.

You're too late. My baby's come.

Grandpa? I got
me a pretty little girl.

She's so good,
she don't even cry.

I'm afraid she never
is going to cry, Cassie.

Your baby is stillborn.

No! No, give her back.
She's only sleeping.

No, she isn't sleeping.

You got to understand.

I want my baby!

Cassie, listen to me.

She was too tiny ever to
live. She just came too soon.

I was going to call her Melinda.

Wouldn't that have
been a pretty name?

It's for the best, I suppose.

Mary Ellen, you'd
better get out of here.

Not till I've checked you over.

I saw a dead bird yesterday.

It was lying on the windowsill,

and he had his eyes open.
I looked right into them,

and they was all
yellow and dead.

It's an omen.

Today my baby's dead.

You better get out of here.

I don't see what a dead
bird has to do with anything.

Dead bird, dead baby...

You looked into the face
of my sweet dead child.

That don't make you scared?

Of course not. That's
superstition, Cassie.

My little brother,

why, he only lived
about half a day,

and Mama always said it was on account
of she found a dead cat out by the well

the day before he was born.

You better go.

Not until I'm sure
that you're all right.

"Look upon the face of death,

"never feel your baby's breath."

Cassie, stop it!

Mama taught me
that a long time ago,

and now Grandpa's going
out to bury my dead baby.

You want your baby
to be here for that?

"'Look upon the face of death,

"and never feel
your baby's breath."

Cassie, stop it.

"Look upon the face of death,

"never feel your baby's breath.

"Look upon the face of death,

"never feel your baby's breath.

"Look upon the face of death,

"never feel your baby's breath."

Ab! Ab!

Help!

My God!

It's okay. It's
okay. It's all right.

It's all right now.
Everything's okay.

Well, thank God,
everything seems to be okay.

Boy, I'm gonna tell you,

that was really a dumb
thing to do! You know that?

Going up that mountain in that old
truck? You could've lost the baby.

Well, what was I supposed to do?

Call a doctor!

I didn't know where you were!

There's other doctors! There's
James over in Scottsville,

there's Clark in Westham.

If only I could have
gotten there sooner.

- Maybe I could have done something.
- No.

No, nobody could've
saved that baby.

You've got to stop
blaming yourself.

But I shouldn't
have run out on her.

I don't know how I let all
those wild stories frighten me.

It wasn't your
fault, Mary Ellen.

Cassie just kept repeating
this verse over and over.

It was like a spell.

And then I saw
all those wild lights,

and all I could think about
was Cassie's talk about omens.

No, listen.

It takes more than Cassie's
rantings to conjure up St. Elmo's fire.

It's like static electricity.

Pilots see it on the wings of
airplanes. Sailors see it on ships.

You have a logical explanation
for everything, don't you?

That's right.

I'm going to get
you some warm milk,

and then I'm going
to put you to bed.

A little more work, you won't even
know this was blistered in a fire.

Looks just like it did the
day John-Boy made it for me.

Mary Ellen suspect anything?

Hope not.

Wonder if she'll think
it's too old-fashioned.

She's not very sentimental.

It's about time there
was a baby in that cradle.

Mama! Daddy! Will you
come up here, please?

Will you look at that?

Dog hair is all over my bed!

I thought Jim-Bob fixed a
place in his room. Come on.

Well, she probably
likes my bed better!

Pregnant dog, pregnant sister!

Well, you sure won't
find me in that condition!

- I'm glad to hear that.
- I mean ever!

I've seen what Mary
Ellen has been through.

Morning sickness,
swollen ankles,

and now she waddles
around like a fat old duck!

Well, no, thank you!
That's not for me!

You forget that part of it fast.

There were times when
I was carrying John-Boy

I vowed he'd be an only child,

and look what happened.

Somehow, when you hold
that new baby in your arms,

it suddenly all seems worth it.

Mama! Daddy! Where is everybody?

What now?

- What's all this about?
- Got me a new job.

Well, good! I hope
it's not dancing.

Nope. The Jefferson
Theater in Charlottesville.

I'm playing in the orchestra.

See, they got this show that
comes on between the movies,

and it pays more
than I ever got before.

- It sounds pretty snazzy!
- Yep.

I'm just filling in for
a couple of weeks.

The regular piano
player's gone to Chicago.

Good, I hope he stays there.

Then you won't have to
go back to that roadhouse.

- What kind of a show is this, Son?
- Vaudeville.

Ha!

There's not much
room in here, is there?

Don't knock it, kid.

Be thankful we don't
have a trombone player.

I thought we were gonna
get a chance to rehearse.

You can read, can't you?

One, two, three, four.

Yowsah, yowsah, yowsah!

Hey!

Welcome one and all to the
Magnolia Blossom Theater!

And now, here's that little
lady you all came to see,

Miss Honeysuckle Rose!

Let's make her feel at home!
Miss Honeysuckle Rose!

Mama! Mama.

Now, close your
eyes, Mary Ellen.

And don't you peek! We
want this to be a surprise.

- Ready, Sister?
- Ready!

Here I come!

Now... Not yet,
Mary Ellen, not yet!

Mary Ellen, we're
going to count to three,

and then you can open your eyes.

- One, two, three!
- One, two, three!

Oh, it's beautiful!

- Oh, thank you.
- Oh, you're welcome!

- Do you like it?
- Oh, I love it. It's just beautiful.

- Mom, isn't it beautiful?
- It's just lovely, Mary Ellen.

- You like it?
- Oh, I love it.

Ah, Elizabeth. I see a
restless night ahead for you,

and perhaps some bad dreams.

Not about a Ferris
wheel, I hope?

No. No, I see a huge cake like
the delicious one we just had,

and you are having
to eat every bit of it!

I am kind of full.

That's because you
had three pieces!

That's what I mean.

Anyway, Miss Emily, the
best way to predict the future

is to keep your eyes
open in the present.

I do wish you'd look for some
sign of Ashley Longworth.

I hardly think you'll
find Ashley in a tea cup.

As I recall, he
preferred the Recipe.

Flossie, you underestimate
your occult powers.

The last time you read
the tea leaves for me,

you said that Ike
and I would take a trip

and come back with a
new member of the family.

We all knew about
that, Corabeth.

Ah, but you were
the only one who said

it would be a young
lady we would bring back.

And we did.

Corabeth is absolutely right.

Flossie Brimmer has the gift.

She predicted the
flood back in '34.

Now, Maude! It was
raining extra hard.

And the first time I was on my
death bed, Flossie made me some tea,

looked into the cup, and told
me I'd live to a ripe old age.

And here I am!

Well, since you're so good at
making predictions, Mrs. Brimmer,

what do you see in there for me?

Besides a baby.

Mary Ellen, you know there's
nothing to these superstitions.

I'm surprised you'd ask.

Oh, it's just for fun, Mama.

I'm beginning to feel
like some kind of gypsy.

Well? Is something wrong?

It just didn't work
out, Mary Ellen.

Besides, it's just a silly game.

Let's help Miss Mamie
and Miss Emily tidy up.

- Oh, you ladies don't need to do that!
- Oh, of course we do!

"Look upon the face of death,

"never feel your baby's breath.

"Look upon the face of death,

"never feel your baby's breath.

"Look upon the face of death,

"never feel your baby's breath.

- "Look upon the face of death..."
- No!

Mary Ellen.

- No...
- Take it easy.

Okay.

You were dreaming.

It was Cassie.

She was staring in
the baby's bassinet,

and she kept repeating
that verse over.

Gosh, I thought you'd
forgotten all about that.

I thought I saw her tonight,

looking in the window
at the Baldwins'.

Are you kidding?

Now, Cassie would hardly
walk down out of the hills at night

just to spy on a bunch of
ladies at a baby shower.

You okay?

Okay.

Mrs. Brimmer saw
something in my tea cup.

Swimming or floating?

She was telling fortunes
by reading tea leaves.

When she got to mine,
she acted sort of strange

and she wouldn't
tell me what she saw.

You're just determined
to buy trouble, aren't you?

You're right. It's
all in my mind.

It's your imagination.

Now, try to sleep.

Okay.

Curt?

Mmm?

Everything's all right
with the baby, isn't it?

You're not keeping
anything from me?

That baby's got
only one problem.

Getting enough sleep,
just like his old man.

Now go to sleep!

- You're a rotten person, you know that?
- Yeah, I know that!

Go to sleep. Good night.

Good night.

It's beautiful, Mary Ellen.

It is nice, isn't it?

What's bothering you?

It just all seems too perfect.

I just feel like something's
got to go wrong.

The last weeks are
always the hardest.

All sorts of little fears
start nagging at you.

I'll just be glad when I see
my baby and know it's all right.

Even after you've counted all
the toes and fingers, you still worry.

It goes with being a mother.

You know how
people used to believe

that a baby could be marked by
something that frightened the mother?

I remember when I was expecting,

I went upstairs to the attic
to get some baby clothes,

and I reached into the trunk,
and the biggest spider I ever saw

started crawling up my arm!

Scared me half to death.

But my baby was born perfect.

Which one of us was it?

You.

Howdy, Ab.

Doc Willard.

Been trying to catch up
with you for over a week now.

Kind of late to do us any good.

- How's Cassie doing?
- Well enough, considering.

I'd like to see her if I may.

She does as she
pleases these days.

What got her into trouble.

You know where she is?

She might be down at the old cabin
where she lived before her folks died.

Okay. Thanks, Ab.

Cassie?

Cassie.

Cassie? How are you?

You better not be
worrying about how I am.

You better be worrying
about Mary Ellen.

Oh, well, Mary
Ellen is just fine.

But you've had a very hard time.

My baby girl was born dead.

Grandpa buried her
next to Ma and Pa.

I go and sit with her every day.

That must be a comfort to you.

Mary Ellen looked right into
her sweet, sleeping little face.

Well, Mary Ellen is a nurse.

She's seen death lots of times.

Nothing's gonna save your baby.

It always happens.

It happened with
my little brother,

just like it happened
with Melinda.

Oh, Cassie, that's
just superstition.

Now, those things
happened by accident.

I don't want you thinking
that something you did

had anything to do
with your baby's dying.

She was just born too soon.

I wish I'd told Mary Ellen to walk
backwards when she left that time.

That might have broke the spell.

Cassie,

I'm going to have your grandpa
bring you in to my office to see me.

I want to make sure you're okay.

I hear a heartbeat!

It's the baby!

She moved!

Golly, we must have woke her up!

She doesn't spend much
time sleeping these days.

I think she's going
to be a dancer.

She can take lessons from
Mama when she gets older.

Well, you two are good
company for a fat lady,

but I've got work to do.

Okay, Mary Ellen, see you later.

See you later, Esther Elizabeth.

Bye-bye.

Miss Fanny? This is Mary Ellen.

Could you get a hold
of Curt for me, please?

I think he's over
at the Campbells'.

I do wish that Mary Ellen
would use some discretion

in what she exposes
these little girls to.

There seems to be almost
nothing Aimee doesn't know.

It's not what children know about
nature that's likely to hurt them.

More often it's what
they don't know.

I'll get it.

Well, I happen to believe that
little girls have very delicate minds.

I am most selective in
what I tell Aimee regarding

biological matters.

I've always wanted my children to
have all the knowledge they could.

Olivia! They're
gone. They're going.

Who?

Well, that was Miss Fanny on the phone
and Curt is passing on the word that...

- Mary Ellen?
- Yeah, they're going to the hospital.

- Oh!
- Where are you going?

To the hospital!
Our first grandchild!

Are they here yet?

No, not yet.

Didn't know having
a baby took this long.

It takes hours and
hours. Days sometimes.

Especially if it's
your first one.

I don't think I can wait days.

How do you think
Mary Ellen feels?

In the morning, I think I'm
going to clean up Miss Margaret,

wash all her clothes.

I thought you quit
playing with dolls.

I did, but I've got to get her
ready for Esther Elizabeth.

Oh, why do people
have to grow up, anyway?

Course, it's going to be a long
time before she can play with her.

It used to be I couldn't wait
for Mary Ellen to move out.

Now I'd give anything to see
her back here in her old bed.

Maybe I'd better wait to
give it to her till she's older.

Having a baby hurts, doesn't it?

I'm never going to get married.

They're here! Mary
Ellen had her baby!

Ben! Jim-Bob! Mama
and Daddy are here!

What is it? What's the baby?

We're gonna find out!

If the baby's born before
midnight, Grandpa wins the pool.

- What is all the yelling for?
- Mary Ellen had her baby!

- Boy or a girl?
- We'll know soon enough.

Curt?

Well, here I am!

- You didn't have the baby!
- You don't have to tell me that!

It just isn't time
yet, that's all.

- Well, is something wrong?
- False labor. Nothing unusual.

You mean you went
through all that for nothing?

- Just call it a practice run.
- Everybody back to bed now.

Sure is tough
getting to be an uncle!

Come on, you heard
your mama. Scoot!

Good night.

Good night. Oh, dear.

Well, you can't
say you didn't try.

Better luck next time.

I'm so fed up with this.

Now everybody's going to be
saying, "I thought you had your baby!"

You can't blame yourself, honey.

Well, I'll tell you one thing. I'm
not setting foot out of the house

until this baby comes.

If it ever does.

Wouldn't Corabeth like that?

"Every well-bred
young pregnant lady

"should stay behind
closed doors!"

Come on in, Grandpa.

What's going on?

Ben, I want to talk to you.

What have I done?

Ben, you've been growing
up considerably of late.

Especially up there.

And I think it's high time that you
began to share with your grandpa,

man to man.

Well, sure. What about?

Now, I don't want your mama to
know about this, or even your papa yet,

but Yancy Tucker tells me

that that theater over in
Charlottesville where Jason's working

has a very
interesting stage show.

I got a hunch what Yancy
means by "very interesting."

Now, since you're growing
up to be such a man,

I think you and I had
ought to go over there

and see what Jason is up
to at this "interesting show."

Oh, I think we should.

If we leave right now, we can
get there in time for the first show.

With a performance like that, we
ought to get seats down in front.

I know I agree.

I will buy the tickets,
and you can drive the car.

But what am I gonna drive?

Jason's got John-Boy's
car, and Daddy has the truck.

Well! Now, this is just the
young man we're looking for.

What are you two cooking up?

- Jim-Bob, we need to use your car.
- What for?

James Robert, Ben and I have some
highly personal and important business

to take care of
in Charlottesville.

We'll make it worth your while.

We would like the use
of your splendid machine.

- What for?
- Jim-Bob, don't be such a grouch!

I'm not being a grouch. I'm just
particular about who drives my car.

Every time you
drive it, you wreck it!

Oh, James Robert! I will
be sitting right alongside Ben.

I don't wanna be
disrespectful, Grandpa,

but you're a worse
driver than he is.

My car is very delicate.

Let's talk turkey.

I'll buy the gas. There's
50 cents in the deal for you.

Will you quit being so stubborn?

I'm not being stubborn!

If you want to go to
Charlottesville, I'll drive you.

What do you have to do
there that's so important?

Think he's old enough?

Well, if he's not
now, he soon will be.

Would He devote that sacred head

For such a worm as I?

A t the cross, at the cross
Where I first saw the light

And the burden of
m y heart rolled a way

It was there by faith
I received my sight

And now I am happy all the da y!

A t the cross, at the cross
Where I first saw the light

And the burden of
m y heart rolled a way

It was there by faith
I received my sight

And now I am happy all the da y!

Please be seated.

How wonderful it is to see the
ranks of our congregation growing.

Here, in our little church,
we've got three generations

of a well-respected
family represented,

with a fourth one
doing its best to be born.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if
that kind of growth and stability

were present in the churches
of our nation's big cities?

We are blessed to live in
this beautiful countryside,

unspoiled by billboards
advertising cigarettes,

fleshpots, liquor
and nightclubs.

All of those things that
flourish in the big cities.

But we have to face it.
Those places do exist.

Daily, some mother's son,

some innocent youngster who doesn't
know what he's getting himself into,

is lured into the places
that God has forsaken.

But has God
forsaken their souls?

I say he has not.

I say our God is a loving God.

Our God is a forgiving
and caring God.

And if his eye is
on the sparrow,

then it is also on the
weak and the misguided

who may have gone astray.

Does it not say in
Luke 15, verse 7,

that, "There shall be more joy in
heaven over one sinner who repenteth

"than over 90-and-nine
who need not repentance"?

That is why I ask you this
morning to pray with me.

Pray with me for those who
have fallen into the devil's ways,

and may heaven rejoice
over their salvation!

"Hear us, O Lord, as we seek
thy guidance down the path of life.

"And lead us not into
temptation, but deliver us from evil.

"For thine is the kingdom and
the power and the glory, forever."

- Amen.
- Amen.

What's everybody
doing after dinner?

Why don't we go swimming
down at Drucilla's Pond?

- Good idea!
- Can you see me in a bathing suit?

It's too soon after dinner for
anybody to go in the water.

What's a fleshpot?

- What?
- A fleshpot.

Reverend Buchanan was
preaching about them?

Why don't you ask Jason?

What's so funny?

Oh, nothing, Daddy.

Jim-Bob's about
to blow a gasket.

How about letting us
in on the joke, Son?

It's about where
Jason's working.

We went to see
the show yesterday.

You what?

Oh, it's real fun.

Well, then, we ought
to all get over to see it.

Well, hey, Jason,
about free passes?

- I'd like to go. Wouldn't you, John?
- Why not?

Uh,

I don't think it's exactly the
kind of show you'd approve of.

Why not?

Well, it's...

It's pretty sophisticated,

but, well, not the
way you might think.

See, when Reverend
Buchanan was going on and on

about fleshpots and
dens of depravity, and...

I bet he's never even
seen a burlesque show.

Jason, are you trying to tell us you're
playing music in a burlesque house?

Yes, Daddy.

Mama, it's only for a couple
of weeks. I need the money.

Jason, you are grown up now,

and as a man you can
do what you please.

But how you can play for a trashy
girlie show on a Saturday night

and then go to church on Sunday

is more than I can understand!

Excuse us.

Now, just a minute, you two.

I want to talk to you two about
walking off the job to see that show.

John, I'm afraid it was my fault. I
was the one that took them there.

Well, I can't make you mend your
ways, Pa, but these two can hear about it.

Come on.

Thanks anyway.

Well, Elizabeth, I guess
you know what a fleshpot is.

From here, that appears
to be James Robert Walton!

Hey, Yancy, how's it going?

Slow but sure. Slow but sure.

- Where's your pa and grandpa?
- They're out making deliveries.

Something you need?

No hurry. Just dropped
by for some lumber.

Gonna build me a dog
house, with two rooms.

I figured when Tiger
gets a family of his own,

he may want a room of his own.

Where's the little mother?

- Mary Ellen?
- Reckless.

She's probably sleeping.

That's all she does,
is sleep and eat.

Good for her. Have healthy pups.

Thanks for the ride, Jason.

Move you stupid dog!

He's not about to
move for anything, is he?

A smart dog knows how
to conserve his strength.

Easy to teach a
dog to roll over.

Hard to teach him
good health habits.

I understand Mary Ellen had a
round trip to the hospital the other night.

She's getting pretty
tired of waiting.

No accounting for the
ways of nature sometimes.

Jim-Bob, get up
here! It's Reckless!

You hear that, Tiger?

Tiger! Congratulations,
boy! You just may be a pappy!

Reckless, are you okay?

Mother and puppy
are just fine, Jim-Bob.

Why did she have
to have it on my bed?

One pup!

Appears she went for
quality rather than quantity.

Well, one is enough for me.

Please call me when I can
have my room back, Jim-Bob.

Erin's not too crazy about
motherhood these days.

How am I going to get
my tire with just one pup?

Hard to say, Jim-Bob.

Especially since you promised
me the pick of the litter!

- Hello, Cassie.
- Hello, Mary Ellen.

It's good to see you
up and around again.

My baby came too soon.

Looks like yours ain't
gonna come at all.

Good afternoon, Mary Ellen.

Well, hi, Mary
Ellen. Anything new?

Does it look like
there's anything new?

Well, you know, they
say that an overdue baby

spends most of its life
trying to make up for lost time.

I was three weeks late myself, and I
never do seem to get caught up, do I?

Mary Ellen has no time for small talk.
I'm sure she's anxious to be on her way.

Mary Ellen, you didn't need
to come all the way over here.

We do deliver.

Oh, dear.

- Can I get something for you, Mary Ellen?
- A dill pickle.

Ah! I knew you'd get a
craving for a dill pickle.

It's not for me, it's for Curt.
He likes it in his potato salad.

- Hi, Mama. Hi, Daddy. Hi, Mary Ellen.
- Hi, Aimee.

Hi, Aimee. Well,
I see school's out.

I better get ready for
the jawbreaker crowd.

Gee, Mary Ellen, you're getting
to be awfully overdue, aren't you?

You're about the 17th
person to ask me that today.

Well, that's on
account of the pool.

What pool, dear?

Uh, Aimee, would you hand
me that cigar box over there?

The Mary Ellen Walton
Willard Baby Pool.

People have been
signing up here.

Whoever guesses when your
baby comes wins a lot of money.

"When my baby comes"?

Well, your brother Ben and I
just thought it would be kind of fun.

You know, I mean, everybody's
interested in the blessed event.

Ben? Running a contest on me?

Just what do you think I am?
Some kind of a brood mare?

Mr. Godsey! Gambling
on the arrival of a baby!

I vow and declare I have never
heard of anything so tasteless!

Oh, come on, Corabeth!
We were just having...

Ike, have a pickle!

Wait until I get my hands
on that rotten brother of mine!

Mary Ellen, it was all in fun!

Boy, I sure feel sorry for Ben
when Mary Ellen gets a hold of him.

No! It was all Ben's idea!

I mean, I just
went along with it.

Didn't I?

- Mama, where is Ben?
- What's the matter?

Nothing that hitting him
with a big baseball bat

- won't solve real fast!
- What did he do now?

He's been conniving
with Ike Godsey!

Better get you inside.

- What's wrong?
- Go get Curt.

Tell him to hurry.
This time it's for real!

You're doing just fine.

Don't fight it. Just
go with the pain.

Well, you're going to get
your way after all, Mary Ellen.

I might have known.

What do you mean?

The baby's going
to be born right here.

No time to move you.

What do you want me to do?

Better stick around. I'm going to need
your help more than Mary Ellen will.

Have Jim-Bob get these
things at the office, please.

And bring in some towels.

Jim-Bob, Curt wants you to go
to his office and get these things.

Run!

Elizabeth, what are you doing?

Boiling water. That's
what they do in the movies.

I do hope for Mary Ellen's
sake that that baby is born soon.

I should think Dr. Willard
would be concerned.

Well, he's not happy about it,
but I don't think he's that worried.

He says Mary Ellen's just going
through a slightly longer gestation period.

Animals gestate, dear.

People develop.

Well, you know how Curt talks.

I fail to understand how he can
be so clinical about his firstborn.

I believe those guitar
strings will work just fine.

I don't see why they shouldn't.

Let's go before Ben blows
his top, all right? See you later.

- Thank you.
- Bye.

You know I've had those
strings in stock since 1922?

Well, I hope you
corrected the price.

Things have gone up
since then, Mr. Godsey.

Hey, Ben, there's Jim-Bob.

Pull over, Ben.

Hey, Lindbergh, you need a ride?

I've got to get these supplies to
Curt! Mary Ellen's having her baby!

Hope it's Jim-Bob.

Mama, is Mary Ellen
going to be all right?

Mary Ellen's fine.

I want you all to go to Mrs. Brimmer's
and wait there until we call for you.

Why?

Because Mary Ellen's got a
lot of hard work ahead of her,

and I want you
all out of the way.

Same as when you were
born. Come on, Elizabeth.

- I'm not going, Mama.
- Jason, I don't have time to argue.

Mama, I'm not going either. I don't
want to be treated like some child.

Then keep busy and
stay out of the way.

Hang on, honey. Hang
on. It won't be long.

Jason, what are we
supposed to be doing?

Keeping busy.

You know we agreed
to clean up the barn.

But you call this cleaning up?

All we're doing is taking junk
from one place to another.

It'll look exactly the
same once we're through.

You're right.

I'll be right back.

This labor's going
on far too long.

It's not the length of the labor
that worries me. It's the dilation.

I'd hate to have
to do a caesarian.

Damn, I hate waiting.

I always have.

Miserable, isn't it?

I used to take comfort in the old saying,
"They also serve who only stand and wait."

Only I never could
figure out how.

We've had a lot of experience,
haven't we, Pa, between us?

Sure have, only this time you're
the "grand" and I'm the "great."

Easy.

Easy there, Son.

All of us hope to ease
the pain of a loved one,

and it's almost impossible.

You know, you gave
life, you and Livie,

to Mary Ellen in there.

Pain is very
much a part of life.

I wish you girls would
eat my brownies.

It's a new recipe. I need
to know what you think of it.

I'm not very hungry.

And chocolate's
bad for your skin.

What's wrong with you guys?

I'm worried about Mary Ellen.

Oh, Mary Ellen
will be just fine.

And before you know it, you'll have
a brand-new addition to the family!

That's what we thought
when Mama was pregnant.

Mary Ellen is a strong
young woman, Elizabeth.

There's no reason to think that she
or the baby will have any problems.

Except for whatever you
saw in those tea leaves.

Oh! The day I believe what
I read in those tea leaves

is the day they can cart me
away to the state hospital.

Well, I'm going to
pour me a cup of coffee,

then I'm going to teach you
kids how to play five-card stud.

We're almost home,
Mary Ellen. One more time.

It's all over now,
honey. You're a mother.

John, meet your new grandson.

Aw!

Wow. Wow. Whooppee!

- Hi.
- Mmm.

Hi. Can I see him again?

As soon as his grandparents
get through admiring him.

Silly how I was
worried about him.

He's just perfect, isn't he?

I guess he's just about the most
beautiful baby I've ever seen.

Smart, too.

Timing his arrival so his
daddy would have to deliver him.

I wouldn't have
missed it for anything.

Well, you did real good,
considering it's your first son.

You didn't do so bad yourself.

Go, Mama!

Hi, there! How are you?

I love the cradle.
His first bed.

It's going to get good
use for the time being.

I don't think we ought
to move you for a while.

You'd get an
argument if you tried.

Somebody else is going
to have to cook supper.

I'm going to start
spoiling my grandson.

- Livie?
- Yeah?

I wanna see that baby.

Has anybody told John-Boy?

- Grandpa's gone to call him.
- Come on, it's my turn.

- Look at that. Look at that.
- Daddy, be careful. Don't drop him.

I've held more than 50 pounds of
newborn Waltons in my time, honey.

Sure didn't need another boy!

I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I know
how much you wanted a niece.

Well, if I can get used to Jason,
John-Boy, Ben and Jim-Bob,

I suppose I can get used to...

What are you going to name him?

Well, we had a long talk with Grandpa,
and he helped us to pick out a boy's name.

Uh-oh!

We didn't want to hurt anyone's
feelings, especially Grandpa's.

Go ahead, tell them, Mary Ellen.

His name is John Curtis Willard.

How about that?

I can't think of a better name.

We can call him Little John!

Listen, James Robert, the
baby's name is John Curtis!

- Erin?
- Would it be all right?

I used to trust
you with my dolls.

Now, you be
careful there, honey.

Hello, John Curtis.
I'm your Aunt Erin.

Aw! Corabeth, it's
beautiful! Thank you!

Aimee did the stitchery, and I stuffed
it with the softest feathers I could find.

- Aimee, do be careful!
- I will, Mama.

Thank you, Aimee, I love it.

Well, we must be going.

Oh, but you can't. Mama's
fixing some lemonade.

Aimee, that baby
is only five days old!

Don't worry, Corabeth,
she's holding him just fine.

He likes me, Mama. I can tell.

She does seem like a natural
little mother, doesn't she?

I held a lot of babies
at the orphanage.

Aimee's had more experience
than most little girls her age.

Why, I suppose you're right.

Of course, I had no control over
her activities before she came to me.

In fact, I was somewhat shocked

to discover how much
she knew about your

condition, your

pregnancy.

But I understand there is a new school
of thought regarding that, more open.

Since I do not want to
appear unprogressive,

I suppose I must have a long talk
with Aimee sometime very soon.

I'd like that, Mama.

Huh?

Spectacles were cutting
off your wind, Grandpa.

Getting kind of late, isn't it?

It's almost time for
John Curtis' last feeding.

I'm gonna wait till Mary
Ellen finishes nursing him,

and then I'll
change him for her.

I'll sit up with you.

It'll be like old times.

- Hi!
- Son.

You still up?

You are looking
at the night shift.

It's amazing how one little baby
can keep so many people busy.

He's a very active little boy,

in every way.

How was work, Son?

If you two are going to talk
about that show, I'm leaving.

No, wait a minute, Mama. I
want to tell you about my new job.

You ever hear of the Old
Dominion Gospel Singers?

I listen to them every Sunday night
on the Charlottesville radio station.

I'm going to be their
new accompanist.

- Jason!
- Congratulations, Son.

How did you get a job like that?

Well, see, Mr. Bassett, he's
the director of the singers,

he came by and heard me
play for one of the shows,

and came backstage
to talk to me.

You mean Mr. Bassett
went to see that show?

Well, he only
came for the movie.

He said.

Then it must be so.

Mary Ellen?

I didn't mean to make you
feel bad about the baby pool.

It just sort of seemed
kind of natural.

I suppose it would to you.

Yeah.

I just guess it wasn't
that good of an idea.

I tried to give all the money back,
but everybody that put in refused.

They wanted me to get
something for the baby.

So here.

Are you trying to bribe your
way back into my good graces?

Oh, Ben, they're beautiful.

Thank you, Brother.

Sure.

By the way, who won?

Who else?

See you later.

Ben's been making
his amends, I see.

More things for you to wash.

Seems like you spend all your
time at the clothesline these days.

It's nice finding baby
things in the laundry.

You finished making out
all your announcements?

Just about. Seems like Curt must
have a hundred relatives waiting for news.

Mary Ellen, you
don't have to do that.

Oh, I'm trying to get
my strength back.

Gonna be going home soon.

Well, you'll be ready for a
good night's sleep when I do.

Speaking of sleep, he's
been awful quiet this morning.

I'll go check on him.

I'll be right back, Mary Ellen.

John!

- John, the baby's gone.
- What do you mean, gone?

Oh, my God, somebody took
the baby! He's not in the room!

Maybe Elizabeth
has him! Or Erin...

No, they're not in the house,
and the window is wide open.

Mama! Mama! Daddy!

Mama! Daddy! Grandpa!

- Curt, you've got to find him!
- Okay. Okay, honey. Okay.

Ben's calling the sheriff, but I
think I know where to look first.

- The Hineman place?
- Yeah, it's got to be Cassie.

I want to go with you.

- No, you're staying here.
- I'm going! He's my baby, too!

- It's a rough trip.
- Mary Ellen, I'll stay with you.

Liv, I wish you'd go with me.
I'm liable to wring her neck.

Come on, let's go.

- We'll find him.
- Right.

Zeb, take care of her.

I love you.

Mary Ellen and I'll stay here
and take care of one another.

I've a little doll And
her eyes are bright blue

And she can open and shut
them And she smiles at me, too

In the morning, I dress
her And we go out to play

But I like best to
rock her A t the end...

Morning, Cassie.

May I come in?

It was such a lovely day,
I thought I'd come calling.

Of course, I probably
shouldn't have.

Even though my children
are almost all grown,

there's still a lot to keep
me busy around the house.

Cooking, cleaning, washing.

Course, you know what it's
like to take care of a house,

and tend to a young one.

Mary Ellen really appreciates

the way you've taken care
of the baby this morning.

She knows that
you love John Curtis,

and she knows how
gentle you are with him.

Has he cried?

He's a good baby.

But let me tell you, when
that little fellow gets hungry,

he lets out a holler
that's piercing!

You just wouldn't believe it!

My baby didn't cry.

Someday you'll have a
baby that will cry, Cassie.

This is Mary Ellen's baby.

Mary Ellen's baby
was supposed to die.

I waited,

but he didn't.

So I figured it was a sign

that he was supposed to
take the place of my baby.

She misses him, Cassie.

He's a sweet thing, all right.

It's almost time for
his morning nursing.

Would you like to take the
baby to Mary Ellen yourself?

We'll give you a ride, Cassie,
save you the long walk back.

Here you go, Mary Ellen.

- The baby's fine! He's all right.
- Where is he?

Cassie?

Give him to me.

Now you stay away from him!

I'd never have hurt him.

I just wanted to
pretend for a little while.

No child was ever so prized

as that first grandchild
to arrive in our family.

The arrival of subsequent
grandchildren was equally wondrous,

as we watched our
family renewing itself

and a whole new generation
beginning all over again.

Toda y, there are 16
grandchildren in the family,

and already my mother is looking forward
to holding her first great-grandchild.

- Good night, Jason.
- Good night, Erin. Good night, Elizabeth.

Good night, Jason.
Good night, Mama.

Night, Elizabeth. Night, Ben.

Good night, Mama.
Good night, Daddy.

Good night. JIM-BOB:
Good night, Mary Ellen!

Will all of you please shh?

English -SDH