The Waltons (1971–1981): Season 8, Episode 2 - The Home Front: Part 2 - full transcript

I can't believe
I'm finally home.

Well, let's get you settled,
then maybe I'll believe it.

(ALL LAUGH)

I got a call from the
Army this afternoon.

It seems that Tommy
Satterfield's gone AWOL.

I didn't know Tommy was
old enough to be in the Army.

There's only one place
for him up in the hills.

- I ain't going back, Mr. Walton.
- Stay right where you are, boy.

You can't hide out, Tom.
They'll come get you one day.

There's not much breathing
room in them prisons.

If anything happens
to my boy, John Walton,



it'll be on your head.

Liv, I was the one
who drafted him.

I sent him off, or
he'd be alive today.

I hate this draft
board job, Liv.

I can't stand playing God
to my neighbors' sons.

You're gonna be sorry for the
day you took my boy off to die.

- You and your local draft board.
- I know how you feel, Calvin.

Drinking isn't
gonna do any good,

and taking it out on me isn't
gonna bring Tommy back.

That depends on
how I do it, I'd say.

I'm going to make
you a trade, Walton.

You'll be paying for the life of my
son with the life of one of your own.

You hear me?

You didn't get much
sleep last night.



Since when have you
been keeping count?

Well, I heard you and
Mama going to bed.

(JOHN SIGHS)

You know, you
did a lot of talking.

Well, your mama and I
had a lot of catching up to do.

It sounded more like arguing.

Little pitchers have big ears.

You know, that Mr. Satterfield
is like bad dreams I used to have,

except for he's real.

Honey, I told you last
night, he was drunk,

and he was all upset
about his son Tommy.

I'm sure this morning he's
going to feel kind of foolish.

Maybe the boys should go
away for a while. I'm really scared.

There's no need for
anybody to hide, Elizabeth.

I told you, I'll take care of
it. You stop worrying, okay?

Elizabeth, the bathroom's free, you
better hurry up and get ready for church.

Aimee and I are
going to walk together.

That's good. You've hardly
seen her since she's been home.

That's not my fault.

She's worried about
Calvin Satterfield, isn't she?

- She's taking it all too serious.
- I hardly slept a wink myself last night.

I wish you'd change your
mind about calling the Sheriff.

Liv, we've been
through all this.

I know how Calvin feels.
He's going to work it out.

Calvin Satterfield is not a man to
be taken lightly, and you know that.

It's all going to blow over.

I'm not going to start a
shooting war in these mountains.

I don't know how you can
stand by and do nothing

when your sons'
lives may be in danger.

I'll take action if I have to take action.
For now, I'm through talking about it.

I just can't understand why they'd
let a man like that run around loose.

If they locked up all backwoodsmen
that got drunk and fired a gun around here,

they'd have to build
a whole new jail.

I actually think that old man
Satterfield had a better reason than most.

What reason?

I am really sorry about
what happened to his son.

But I don't see anyone
else threatening anybody.

Cindy, it's like the
code of the hills.

I mean, a lot of these families
have been up here for centuries,

and they're proud and independent
and they'll settle their own differences.

It's like "an eye for an eye," or "If
you steal my mule, I'll steal yours."

We're not talking about mules!

I was thinking that the last
honest-to-goodness feud

was settled when my
Daddy was just a little boy.

It went on for so many generations,
they don't even know how it got started.

Well, how did they settle it?

All the men either
died or got killed off.

Well, I'm beginning to wonder

whether or not I even want
to bring up a child in this place.

At least I can hope for a girl!

ELIZABETH: I don't think
I'd like to go away to school.

AIMEE: Daddy didn't want
me to, but Mama insisted.

ELIZABETH: I don't see what's wrong
with the Walton's Mountain School.

Well, nothing, if you just
want to learn the three R's.

Mama says that private school makes
a more polished person out of you.

I guess that's what is different
about you. You're more polished.

Remember that book you
wrote me to read, Jane Eyre?

- Did you?
- I borrowed it from your mother.

Wouldn't you just
love Mr. Rochester

to come galloping through
the mist toward you?

Orson Welles plays
him in the movie.

Would you like to see it? It
opens Saturday in Rockfish.

Sure! Even though the movie
never is as good as the book...

It'll be just like the
old days, except for

I don't like to sit in
the front row anymore.

(CHUCKLES) Who does?

(CAR APPROACHING)

- Anybody want a lift?
- How about it, Elizabeth?

You agreed to walk.

AIMEE: I know we did,
but my feet are hurting.

ELIZABETH: You shouldn't
have worn those high heels.

- AIMEE: Come on...
- I'm walking.

I'm riding.

Sure you don't want to
change your mind, Elizabeth?

Elizabeth told me what happened
last night. Aren't you scared?

That crazy old man? He'd
better not try anything with me.

We could be in
danger this very minute.

Maybe you better move
over here and protect me.

Jim-Bob! I've never
even had a date with you.

We can fix that. How'd you like to go
to the movies with me on Saturday?

Saturday?

Yeah. Jane Eyre's playing.
It's supposed to be pretty good.

You got nothing
better to do, do you?

No. No, not really.

(ORGAN PLAYING)

My, oh, my, oh, my! Now,
who are these lovely ladies?

Well, the flower of Southern
womanhood, I do believe.

That's the way I
like to see my ladies.

You sure don't look like that
Rosie the Riveter this morning.

Well, thank you, J.D. It certainly is nice
to know what the boss really does like.

Although it is hard
to figure what he likes

when it comes to getting
an assistant manager.

Now, Erin, don't you
trouble your pretty little head

with working problems
on your day off.

The way you look today, I could
hardly think of you as my right-hand man.

(CHUCKLES)

See you lovely ladies in church.

"Day off." This afternoon, I'll
be doing the personnel work

that I didn't have
time for this week.

"Flower of Southern
womanhood," is it?

- Well, then that's what he will get!
- What?

(SOUTHERN ACCENT) Come along, Miss
Scarlett, and I will explain it to you.

CORABETH: Olivia!

It's so nice to have you
in regular attendance

at our little house
of worship again.

Nice to see you in church,
Olivia. You too, Jason.

Thank you, Ike.

Oh, Jason, you look
so nice in your uniform!

Don't you think so, Olivia?

I guess I prefer seeing
him in his coveralls,

but I must admit, he does
something for the uniform.

(CAR APPROACHING)

Well!

Olivia,

don't you feel that Aimee is a bit young
for Jim-Bob to be pursuing so ardently?

From what I've heard, it's not just
Jim-Bob that's doing the pursuing.

- I beg your pardon?
- I think you're absolutely right, Olivia.

I think Aimee has learned
an awful lot of very adult ways

at that fancy finishing school.

Come, Mr. Godsey. We must
join the choir. Come along.

You go on ahead, Jason,
I'll wait for Elizabeth.

Aimee was supposed to
walk to church with her.

- I'll save you a seat.
- Okay.

I hate Aimee, and
I hate Jim-Bob,

and I hate myself and
I hate the entire world!

MARY ELLEN: No,
John Curtis! Hot!

(JOHN CURTIS CRYING)

John Curtis, hot! No!

What happened?

Oh, John Curtis won't
stay away from the stove,

so he's going to have to
wait for his dinner upstairs.

Mary Ellen sure is hard
on that kid sometimes.

Yeah, well, if it keeps him from
putting his hand on that stove,

maybe she's being kind.

I reckon you and
Mama went through that.

(CHUCKLING) With
every one of you.

Maybe that's what I
ought to start doing.

Don't you think you
ought to get a family first?

I got one. The new
recruits at the base.

Sergeant thinks I ought
to be tougher on them,

stop babying them along.

I think maybe your
sergeant's right, son.

I feel sorry for those guys.

They're already homesick
and confused enough as it is.

Why would I want to make
things any tougher on them?

For the same reason Mary Ellen
bears down on John Curtis sometimes.

You mean being tough to be kind?

If it saves one of your soldiers
from getting shot in the head

because he didn't obey orders
fast enough, I'd say that's being kind.

Tommy Satterfield
was such a nice guy.

I wish his pa was as nice.

He needs time. Grief
can be hard to live with.

JOHN: Mary Ellen's right.

The more we think about
last night the worse it seems.

Let's try to forget about it.

It's Sunday, Liv is
home and thank the Lord.

Our Heavenly Father,
bless this food before us

and all of us who are gathered
here on this day of rest and worship.

Bless those who are not with
us, John-Boy and Grandma.

Bless those family who are
grieving for their lost loved ones.

Let the war be over soon,

that once again there
may be peace on earth.

- Amen.
- ALL: Amen.

Why don't you take... Start that,
son. Offer your wife some first.

Thanks, Ben.

You don't have to wait
for me. Billy won't be long.

We could take you all the
way to camp if you want.

Thanks anyway, but Billy would
wonder what happened to me.

It was sure good
seeing you, Jason.

JASON: It was good
to be home, believe me.

You two seem to be
getting along okay.

Oh, you bet. You ought to settle
down, Jason, and get married.

You just find me somebody
like Cindy, I'll be hooked for sure.

You find your own, soldier.

(CAR APPROACHING)

BEN: Look at that guy!

He didn't even slow
down for that stop sign.

Hey! Watch it!

Come on, Ben,
let's get out of here.

I never figured on seeing two of the
Walton boys out of the coop so quick.

It was right obliging of you.

We've got no fight
with you, Mr. Satterfield.

Better go on home, you're
acting like you're still drunk.

Don't you be telling
me what to do, boy.

It's lucky for you, you
got your woman with you,

or I'd be tempted to settle
things with your pa right now.

You just tell him for me,

I meant every
word of what I said.

It won't come now,

but it will come.

(CAR DOOR SLAMS)

Boy, you sure can tell there's
a war on, as scarce as gas is.

I'm mighty tired of these
ration stamps, I can tell you.

Well, it'll be over soon, as soon
as they win that thing over there.

Then good old American
know-how will take over

and something like
this won't happen again.

And, of course, if it does, well then,
the government will be able to handle it.

I hope you're right.

You've got to have faith
in the American way, John.

Here, I'll get your change.

I figured you were drunk
when you come by the house.

I can forget that
because of Tommy.

I ain't asking you to forget it.

Ben told me what happened.

You stay away from my family.
This is between you and me.

If anybody's going
to have it out, we will.

It's what you
might call justice.

You having to worry on your
boys the way I did on Tommy,

never knowing when something
might happen to one of them.

It's your turn to play the
waiting game now, John.

Here's your change,
John. Morning, Calvin.

I stopped by to find out
if there was any word

on when Tommy's
body's coming home.

- Army said they'd let me know.
- Nothing today.

It will come.

All such things do.

I'll let you know when it does.

What did he say to you?
He threaten you again?

Forget it.

He's coming.

(SOUTHERN ACCENT) Why,
it's Mr. J.D. Pickett himself!

How nice of you
to come calling, sir.

Do have a demitasse
and a homemade cookie,

fresh from Mama's
kitchen this very morning.

Everyone knows how much you admire
a woman who can keep her femininity,

even though she is working
hard to serve her country.

(OPENS DRAWER)

So, I've decided to try and please
you as a lady of charm and grace,

rather than an ordinary
personnel manager

or, for that matter,
an assistant manager,

truly a strong man's job!

Now, Erin, you
listen to me! You...

Oh, my! This must
be today's mail.

What do you know, I haven't even
done anything with last week's mail!

Oh, fiddle-dee-dee! I'll
just put it away for now.

Perhaps I'll think of it
tomorrow, or maybe the day after.

Oh, my! I do hope I haven't
done anything wrong.

I do hate to see
a grown man cry.

John Curtis, look, here's some toast
for you, now don't spill your milk, okay?

- Good morning.
- Good morning, honey.

Here you go, Cindy, sunny side
up, just like you ordered them.

Thanks, Mary Ellen.

MARY ELLEN: Here she is,
the brand-new Assistant Manager

of the Pickett Metal Plant!

JOHN: Honey, you look
wonderful. ERIN: Oh, thank you.

I'm trying to feel like
an assistant manager.

You certainly look the
part. I'm proud of you.

Well, I do have to give Mary Ellen
some credit for getting me the job.

Well, you did
most of it yourself,

with a little help from the
hoop skirt of the Baldwins'.

Is everything all right, Cindy?
You look awful pale to me.

You can have my
eggs this morning, Ben.

Something wrong with them?

They just keep staring up at me.

Oh, I don't know, all of a sudden I
just feel so light-headed and queasy.

I seem to recall feeling
that way from time to time,

and it always meant
the same thing.

You think maybe
congratulations are in order?

Morning sickness?

(LAUGHING) I have morning
sickness! Oh, Ben, we have a baby!

- Excuse me.
- Here, let me go with you.

(ALL CHEERING)

Boy, the Allies are sure
mopping up in North Africa.

Well, we should do the same in
this little general merchandise store.

Those windows are a sorry sight.

(CHUCKLING) Well, I was
planning on doing them this afternoon,

while you're at the
Red Cross meeting.

I was going to ask
Aimee to help me.

I'm sorry, I'm going
out with Mama.

You think she's old
enough for the Red Cross?

Anyone can roll bandages.

I am eager for Aimee to
take her place in society.

That way, she won't have to
wash windows the rest of her life.

I'm also anxious for people to see what
a finished young lady she has become.

Oh, your gloves, chérie.

Oh, I'm sorry, Maman,
I left them in church.

I must loan you a pair of mine.

A young lady never goes out
in public without her gloves.

Wait here.

Hey, Ike. Hi, Aimee.

Well, look who's here, Jim-Bob.

I hear the two of you have
discovered each other.

Daddy...

I mean, after all, I wouldn't allow
just anybody to take my daughter out,

but Jim-Bob, I've known him since he's
been a pint-sized twerp in baggy pants.

Come on, Ike...

Well, you know, Corabeth wouldn't even
let the Prince of Wales take Aimee out.

(IKE CHUCKLES)

Hey, did you bring
by that scrap metal?

No, but I know where there's an old junk
car. I was just on my way to get parts,

and I was wondering if
you wanted to go with me.

- Now?
- It's a real pretty day out there.

Daddy, would it be all right?

Well, what about the Red Cross
meeting? And how about Mama?

I can go out with her any day.

Young lady, I don't
like your attitude.

And I don't want you to
disappoint her that way.

Jim-Bob, Aimee has got
some other plans this afternoon.

- Hi, Corabeth.
- Oh, good afternoon, Jim-Bob.

Here you are, chérie, perhaps a
bit large, but scented with pomander.

Oh!

Well, maybe we can go out some
other time. I'll see you Saturday, okay?

- Bye-bye.
- Good luck.

Au revoir.

Now you will see to the windows.

And please don't leave them all
streaked, the way you did the last time.

Corabeth, I have been
washing those windows

since long before
you were around here.

Nobody with any
manners uses toothpicks.

Aimee! You are not speak to
your father in that tone of voice,

even if it is true.

Corporal Walton, have
I got this stuff on right?

You don't have any of
this gear on right, Lapinsky.

I thought you were supposed to
practice putting it on over the weekend.

I didn't have time. I was on
guard duty Saturday and Sunday.

You weren't scheduled for that.

I was after Sergeant Barnes
looked in my foot locker.

You didn't tell me
it had to be just so.

I did tell you. You
weren't listening.

- Were any of the other men put on report?
- I don't think so.

Then the rest of the outfit was listening.
Maybe you need to be yelled at, Lapinsky.

- You think that would help?
- It couldn't hurt.

All right, dog-face!
Get with it.

I'm going to make a soldier out of
you, even if you end up hating me!

- I couldn't do that.
- Want to bet?

Take this gear back to
your bunk and put it on right!

Does this mean you're
not going to help me?

I am helping you!

More than you'll ever
know. Now, get going!

Move it! On the double!

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

Ep and me are going
up to the Mountain.

Until we get this thing settled,

I don't want you two
wandering off the beaten path.

I'd like to go up to Satterfield's
place myself, with a loaded shotgun!

I told you, Ben, we're not
gonna handle it like that.

Just 'cause Cal got the idea to
take the law in his own hands,

- don't give you leave to do the same.
- You sit tight, both of you.

Okay, Daddy.

(ENGINE STARTS)

- You sure were lucky, Jim-Bob.
- Yeah, I know. I was scared to death.

- I'll bet.
- Breakfast is ready!

- I'll help you after breakfast, Jim-Bob.
- Yeah, thanks, Ben.

Yeah.

- That was close, wasn't it?
- Yeah, it sure was.

You know, Jim-Bob, I've been thinking
horrible things about you all week.

Yeah, I noticed you've been
kind of unfriendly. What did I do?

Aimee was supposed to go to
the movies with me this weekend.

- She didn't tell me that.
- I know.

Why didn't you say
something to her?

Well, when you're
feeling hurt and left out,

you don't want to go
telling a bunch of people.

Anyway, I'm glad
you didn't get hurt.

Elizabeth, what happened
yesterday wasn't your fault.

I know. Just like it isn't your fault that
Aimee likes you more than she likes me.

Do you want to eat?

I'll do the talking,
John. Let's keep it legal.

That's why I brought
you along, Ep.

Morning, Mrs.
Satterfield. Is Cal around?

He's over in the meadow by the
lake, digging our Tommy's grave.

We're sorry to hear about Tommy.

Come on, John.

Morning, Cal. You got a minute?

Cal, yesterday somebody took
a shot at one of John's boys.

- And it came awful close.
- Too close to be an accident.

Calvin, this thing
has gone too far.

This used to be Tommy's favorite
spot on the whole mountain.

Never thought I'd
be burying him here.

Now Cal, now you gotta remember,

John was serving on a
legally-formed draft board.

He's not to be held
responsible for your boy's death.

He was acting for the
people of the United States.

Did I say I was blaming John?
Did you hear me say that, Sheriff?

No, but you made some
threats when your boy was killed.

- Well, so he says.
- I got no reason to lie.

Sheriff, I've been living on
this mountain a long time.

- You ever known me to make trouble?
- Before now, no.

John's boy say he saw
someone shooting at him?

- He didn't feel like sticking around.
- Well, then, you got no proof.

It's Satterfield word
against Walton word.

He's right, John.

I should have knowed
this was a waste of time.

I bring the law out here to
try and talk sense into you.

- I should have come alone.
- You're right, John Walton.

- Best way to settle anything. Man to man.
- Now, just hold it right there.

Now, listen to me, both of you!

Maybe my hands are tied
right now, but that doesn't mean

I can't come down
hard if I hear either one

of you've taken the
law in your own hands.

- Do you understand me, Cal?
- I understand.

SHERIFF: John?

All right.

Now, if anything happens to one of
John's boys, I'm coming after you, Cal.

Be a little late, won't it, Ep?

JASON: Hut, two, three,
four. Hut, two, three, four.

- Over here, Walton.
- To the rear, hut!

Hut, two, three, four.

By the right flank, hut!

Hut, two, three,
four. Detail, halt!

Order, arms!

I suppose you think
you've drilled some sense

into these
empty-headed sad sacks?

I've been trying, Sergeant.
They've been working hard.

- Well, it's paid off.
- I don't understand.

We're forming a new platoon
when we go on bivouac.

These men are out of the awkward squad.
You'll be in charge, Sergeant Walton.

- Hey!
- Knock it off!

Wipe that silly grin off your face.
You're supposed to be at attention.

Thank you, Sergeant.
We'll do our best.

You know, Walton,
I think you will.

All of you. Carry on, Sergeant.

About... (EXCLAIMS)

Right shoulder... (EXCLAIMS)

Forward... (EXCLAIMS)

Hut, two, three, four.
Hut, two, three, four.

I'm going down to Ike's. I thought
you might like to come along.

No, thanks.

Might give you a chance
to visit with Aimee.

- Something wrong?
- It's kind of hard to talk about.

It won't get any easier
if you keep it to yourself.

Did you have a best friend
when you were my age?

I sure did. Her name
was Betty Blue Webber.

- What happened to her?
- She married a man who owned a hotel.

While I was having babies, she
was traveling and going to parties

and getting her picture
in the society page.

We sort of grew apart.

I thought when Aimee came
back, it'd be just like it used to be.

We'd sew together, gather
wildflowers, practice our ballet steps,

- but now she's too sophisticated.
- Well, people grow at different speeds.

Aimee's just got a little spurt
on you, that's all. You'll catch up.

We were supposed to
go to the movies together,

until she decided she'd
rather go with Jim-Bob.

Girls have been doing that
ever since I can remember.

It seems they reach an age
where one date with a boy

is more important
than a whole friendship.

It's especially bad when
the boy is your brother.

There's something I didn't
tell you about Betty Webber.

What's that?

If she moved down the road from
me tomorrow, even after all these years

and the different kinds of lives
we've led, she'd still be my best friend.

SHERIFF: Well, you didn't
expect him to admit it, did you?

JOHN: I guess they don't make
rules for men like Calvin Satterfield.

I did my best, John.

Anyway, you heard him say he understood
about taking the law in his own hands.

I heard him say a
lot. Most of it lies.

I'd like to think
that all the hard

feelings will be buried
along with that boy.

On the other hand, he'll
have that grave to remind him.

- John, just don't do anything foolish.
- Not if I can help it, Ep.

Well, you sure ordered
enough of this stuff.

Leg makeup. Whoever
heard of such a thing?

Quite a few people, as a matter of fact.
Movie stars, heroines of assembly lines,

- your wife and daughter.
- If you kept up with things, Daddy,

you'd know that leg makeup
is replacing stockings.

Oh, yeah? What are you going
to do when they run out of leather,

use foot makeup?

(LAUGHS)

What's the matter?

Nobody got a sense of
humor around here except me?

Jim-Bob! Hey, we heard about
last night. Pretty close call, huh?

We are so relieved
that you're all right.

- Aimee, could I talk to you for a minute?
- Of course. Excuse me a moment.

Now, you two be sure to stay
where we can see you both.

You'll have to excuse my father,
Jim-Bob. Sometimes he can be quite gross.

You know, it's bad enough
my wife thinks I'm a jerk.

But now my daughter's
starting to act that way, too.

I don't think you're a jerk, Ike.
Perhaps a bit tasteless from time to time.

All children find fault
with their parents.

If they don't, they're not
ready to lead lives of their own.

I think you will find that little girls,
even when they become big girls,

still need their daddies
from time to time.

I think it's that finishing school.
She's too finished for her own good.

I hate to admit it, but
I have noticed lately

that Aimee is showing signs of
turning into a regular little snob.

I suppose you're going to tell
me you weren't even frightened.

As a matter of fact,
I was scared stiff.

It takes a very brave
person to admit that.

All you got to be is honest.

Aimee, I'm gonna have to break
our date for the movies this Saturday.

- Why? I told everybody about it.
- Because you're too young for me.

I thought you agreed with
me it's not the age that matters,

but the degree of
sophistication a person has.

Then why didn't you tell
me that you and Elizabeth

were already planning
to go see Jane Eyre?

- Elizabeth understands.
- Well, I don't understand.

You go off and you spend
all that time at finishing school

learning to eat with the right
fork and make polite conversation,

then you come back and
you hurt your best friend.

There are some things good
manners can't make up for.

- I guess I don't blame you for being mad.
- I'm not mad. Just a little disappointed.

Perhaps we could get
together some other time.

Aimee, you're real cute, but
you got a lot of growing up to do.

Maybe in a couple years.

(DOOR OPENS)

Daddy.

What did he say to you?
What'd he do to you?

I knew he wasn't good
enough for you all along.

No. No, it's the
other way around.

I've been awful to just about
everyone, including you.

Well, that's what
daddies are for.

You know, you're
just growing up,

and you gotta make some
mistakes as you go along.

- I've sure been doing that lately.
- You mustn't blame yourself, chérie.

We're lucky to have a kind,
generous man to put up with us.

I don't just put up with you,

I just love you both.

There's somebody else
you should be talking to, too.

Elizabeth. I don't
know if I can face her.

She's an old friend. I'm
sure she'll understand.

I hope so.

Do you want us to go along
with you when you talk to her?

No, no, I... I got
myself into this.

Now you're talking
like Aimee Godsey!

- You want me to give you a push?
- No, thank you. I was just sitting here.

- I hardly ever use it anymore.
- How about going for a walk?

- I was gonna wash my hair.
- I'll wait.

You know, this is the first time you've
come to see me since you got back.

- I've been sort of busy.
- Now I'm busy.

Oh.

Elizabeth, I didn't mean to hurt
you. I had a lot of friends at school,

and a couple of them
were pretty good friends.

But I never really had a friend like you.
And that's what I came over to say, really.

You know, I really missed you.

Maybe I don't have to
wash my hair right now.

(CHUCKLES)

Let's go over to my place. I've
got a new Frank Sinatra album.

And Mama got a whole
new carton of leg makeup.

We could see how it looks on us.

And you also have to show me those
love letters from Lieutenant Channon.

- Oh, you will die! They're so silly.
- Let's race.

Okay!

John? Just wish there was
something more I could do.

- You did what you could, Ep.
- I'll be checking with you.

John?

- John, what are you doing?
- There was nothing Ep could do.

And you think there's something
you can do with that gun?

Satterfield will only straight-talk
with a gun in his hands.

That's all I plan to do is talk.

I've been wishing you'd
do something, but not this.

I'm not gonna have
my sons walking around

in fear of having a
pot shot taken at them.

- And if he takes a shot at you?
- Let him try.

- I'm going with you.
- Liv, I have to do this alone.

- Daddy! I want to go with you.
- You don't even know where I'm going.

- I have a fair idea.
- You know, I gotta go alone.

Don't want you to go alone. You
may be walking into something.

I appreciate your worry, son. But
this is something I gotta do by myself.

Mama, where's Daddy
going with his gun?

Jim-Bob, this rug needs beating.
Help me roll it up. We'll carry it outside.

He's going over to Satterfield's,
isn't he? I better go get Ben.

Jim-Bob, all the young men are
going off to fight old men's battles.

Your daddy wants
to fight his own.

But we already did this
rug before you got back.

Never could do it well enough
to please me, remember?

Anyway, there's nothing
like doing it yourself.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- Ike?
- Olivia.

- Hey, Ike.
- Jim-Bob.

The boy came by the store,

and he was asking
directions to your house.

And, well, I thought I better
bring it over, and so I did.

What is it, Ike? What
are you talking about?

Olivia, sometimes telegrams
bring good news, you know.

And I'm sure that's the case with
this one. I'm almost positive it is.

Calvin! I want to talk with you.

Calvin!

You're lucky, John.

I was headed into town.
You might have missed me.

This won't take long.

I just got word. Tommy's
body is over at the depot.

I was gonna go fetch him.

That's a sad trip. I
wouldn't like to make it.

Never could tell when
you might have to.

What happened yesterday, Calvin?
You could have killed my boy Jim-Bob.

You're too good a shot to miss.

Let's just say that boy of
yours favored Tommy too much.

Maybe I had second thoughts
when I was squeezing the trigger.

Or maybe it was just a warning
shot meant for you, John Walton.

I've seen a lot of your
son, Tommy, in my Jim-Bob.

Believe me, Calvin,
this hurts me deep.

I worked closely with Tommy. I
thought of him as my own son.

All those boys we send
off, they're like my sons.

If it would do any good, you
could cut me down right here.

But if it's revenge you're after,
here I am. Let it be between us.

You're not hurting like me, John
Walton. I got a hollow space inside.

I try to fill it up with hard
liquor, but it don't help.

Don't come in here.
Get out! Get out!

You hiding behind
your woman now?

You know I don't read, John.

"The Secretary of War desires me to
express his deep regret that your son,

"Staff Sergeant John Walton, Junior,
has been reported missing in action

"while on special assignment
for Stars and Stripes newspaper."

JASON: Port arms.

Ready.

Aim. Fire.

Aim. Fire.

Aim. Fire.

Port arms.

Present arms.

(PLAYING)

English -SDH