I will never forget the first time
I took a girl to a motion picture show.
Her name was Sarah, and she lived on the other side
of Walton's Mountain, in a little backwoods hollow.
And what happened was more astonishing to me...
than anything I could have imagined
if I tried to write a story...
about such an innocent pleasure.
-Morning, ma'am. -John-Boy.
-Sarah Jane ready? -Sarah Jane.
Still have half a mind to say no.
She's never been to a picture show.
I don't hold with wasting hard-earned money
on such foolishness.
This is a real bargain, ma'am. They call this a double feature.
You promised me a reward, Mama, if I won that Bible contest.
I suppose I did. Take her along, then. Be back by 5:00.
Rest of Saturday's chores are waiting on you.
Thank you, ma'am. Goodbye.
Behave yourself. Both of you.
Oh Anne, this is such a dreadfully special occasion.
Everything's beautiful.
You're very beautiful, too.
Have I ever mentioned it before?
Do you think a young lady would like being married
to a Member of Parliament?
Anne, you do believe in tomorrow, don't you?
I'd like to be sure of a million of them.
Sold to the lady from America: a million tomorrows.
And we will throw in a clever young Englishman
to look after them.
-Sara? -Hi.
You remember me? Rudy Valentino?
Better known as Theodore Albert Claypool, Jr.
-Sarah Simmons? -I'd like you to meet--
Check and double check. I never forget a pretty face.
Especially when I meet one
at the Inter-County Debating Contest.
Let's have a Rickety Rax for sweet Sarah Simmons.
This here's John-Boy Walton.
Oh. And a Rickety Rax for John-Boy, too.
Rickety Rax, kazoo, kazoo
Give me a smooch and I'll love you.
Mama's expecting us at the club.
Hey, wasn't that last movie a killer-diller?
Ted, we've got to be going.
Hold your britches. I just want to show Sarah her name in print.
-My name? -Yeah.
The newspaper had a write-up on that debate contest.
We're late to meet my daddy, so I'll go and find him.
-We'll pick you up out front. -Okay.
Yeah. Now lamp that, Miss Sarah Runner-up Simmons.
-I got something to tell you. -Oh, yeah?
Was there something you wanted to tell me?
That cheeky boy had the nerve to ask me for a date.
Right there in front of that other girl in the pretty dress.
Of course, I told him I was already spoken for.
I feel just like Lady Cynthia in that second picture show.
"Sometimes you just have to follow your heart
to wherever it leads you."
You saw where it led her.
At least she was alive before she died.
She knew what it was like to be loved.
I'd marry you tomorrow, John-Boy, if you'd ask me.
You're not serious, are you?
We could run off and find a preacher
and start a whole new life.
I really never should have taken you to that picture show.
You're making fun of me.
Sarah. No...
Sarah, I wouldn't make fun of you.
You just sort of took my breath away for a minute there.
I mean, getting married for you, right now...
would be just a way to get out from under your mother's thumb.
And that's hardly the reason...
to get involved in something as serious as starting a family.
Just words.
Well...
You know what it says in Ecclesiastes 3:1.
"To every thing there is a season."
"And a time to every purpose under heaven."
But the Book also says:
"Let thy fountain be blessed.
"And rejoice with the wife of thy youth."
Proverbs 5:18.
That's true.
It's just that.... Well, maybe....
See, maybe if we were older...
and we still felt the same way
then maybe it would be a beautiful idea.
But right now--
Doesn't it never occur to you to kiss me, John-Boy?
Are you gonna be John boy all your life?
When are you gonna grow up to be John man?
I'm sorry I said that, John-Boy.
That's alright.
All sweethearts have little spats.
That's so they can have fun making up.
Let's make up, John-Boy.
There's nothing to make up. I'm not mad.
Well, I am.
Maybe I'll just call that telephone number
Ted Claypool insisted on giving me.
Maybe a boy like him will appreciate a girl like me.
Sarah. Sarah...
Sarah--
I was gonna hold the door open for her, ma'am.
John-Boy Walton, I want to know what happened
in the back of that truck.
I do, too, ma'am.
Believe me, I do, too.
Grandpa, a duck egg and it's still warm.
Well, I do believe it is. A mallard.
Maybe the mama bird got scared off by some hunters.
That's most likely just what happened, Jim-Bob.
Is there a little duck inside?
-I really do believe there is. -Will it die?
Oh, dear, yes. Yes, I'm afraid so.
Without its mama sitting on it, keeping it snug and warm...
it'll most likely die.
-Unless.... -Unless what?
-Unless you could hatch it out. -Me, sit on it?
No, not you, but--
Supper. Grandpa, Jim-Bob.
We'll be right in, Mary Ellen. Unless...
you keep it nice and warm and at even temperature...
right here under your arm.
Can I try? It'll be our secret project, just you and me.
Most surely can.
Children, dinner.
Mama, can we listen to Eddie Cantor tomorrow night?
Who put you up to that, Elizabeth?
Tomorrow night is school night.
-But Parkyakarkus is gonna sing. -He makes me laugh.
-I like Jimmy Wallington myself. -I'll talk to your daddy.
How old were you when you got married?
-I was old enough. -How old?
-Twenty-two. -That's a right smart age.
I thought it was.
How did you like the picture show, John-Boy?
-Fine. -Where's that old man?
And Jim-Bob?
I called them. I don't know what could be keeping them.
They're up to some mischief. You put those two together....
Those two will solve a riddle alike, won't we, Jim-Bob?
What's the matter with Jim-Bob?
He's practicing to be a general.
One side of him is standing to attention.
The other side is leading the charge up a mashed potato hill.
Now, wherever do you get those ideas?
We think it's funny, don't we, General?
Alright, here we go.
Lord, thank you for the bounty of this table...
and for all the blessings you've given us. Amen.
-John-boy? -See you later.
You've been avoiding me all day.
I thought you were avoiding me. I was just made it easy for you.
Maybe I was, at first.
I don't know. Can I talk to you?
See you tomorrow, Sarah.
See you at home, John-Boy.
Everybody knows about us.
I feel guilty, John-Boy.
No, it was as much my fault as it was yours.
I don't mean that.
I went out with Ted on Sunday.
It's right for you to go out with other boys.
They say you shouldn't put all your eggs in one basket.
As if I was some old hen.
You sound like you're glad I went out with Ted.
I'm not glad at all.
Just don't go putting words in my mouth, girl.
Did you know the Casa Loma band
was coming to the university next month?
Is that so?
Ted wants to take me.
We heard them right there in his daddy's LaSalle Coupe...
on the built-in radio, playing Smoke Rings.
Don't you just love that song?
You think I should go with him?
Sure, go with him if you want to. I don't care.
-You don't have to be like that. -What way?
You're getting my dander up.
What about your mama's dander?
-What's she got to do with it? -She know you're seeing him?
She'd die if she knew.
So I just told her I was coming over to study algebra with you.
I don't think that's one bit funny.
Maybe that's because you're jealous.
That's got nothing to do with it.
I don't like getting mixed up with you fooling your mama.
I thought you'd want to hear all about my adventures.
I even wrote it in my diary.
In case someday you'd want to put me in one of your stories.
You can just go out and find your own adventures.
-What happened to you? -I was Wiley Post.
On his way around the world in his flying machine...
when he slipped in the haymow and fell on his arm.
-Let me take a look at that. -No, it's not even bruised.
I rigged up this sling so he'd keep it quiet.
I feel okay now, Grandpa.
Smells like rhubarb pie.
I wonder if they'd take us on as official taste testers?
-How's the 10-inch? -We got it. Try it, John-Boy.
Daddy, you know that Theodore Albert....
We hear the eternal voice of doubt.
"Man that is born of woman is of few days
and full of trouble."
Coming through loud and clear, Lord.
I was saying, you know that Theodore Albert Claypool
character I told you about?
Sarah's been seeing him.
That doesn't bother me. That's not half of it.
The truth is, she sees him and tells her mama she's seeing me.
And I don't know what to do about that.
It's not right for me to keep it all to myself.
But if I told her mama, that would get her in trouble.
I don't want that.
But if I didn't say anything about it...
then that could get her into a lot worse trouble
with that Claypool character.
Maybe I'm making a mountain out of a molehill.
Maybe she's just imagining the whole thing
to try to get me jealous.
Whatever it is, this has got my head in a spin, I tell you.
-Dinner, everybody. -Time to wash up, son.
You know what it is, Daddy?
Whatever I do, I'm gonna hurt somebody.
-We'd better talk about it. -I'd like to.
I want apple.
-Rhubarb for me. -Here we go.
Mama makes the best rhubarb pie in the whole wide world.
-Amen to that, honey. -Stop it.
You'll have me blushing like a schoolgirl.
No, it's the truth.
Where's Sarah been the last couple weeks?
-Haven't seen much of her. -It's a long story.
Sarah's got a secret beau.
If it's so secret, how come you know about it?
She told me in strict confidence.
She said she'd stop by sometime and show us all...
the real eight-cylinder LaSalle Coupe
he takes her to the picture show in.
I'll have rhubarb.
-Grandpa, it's time. -Not now.
Since Jim-Bob's been so patient, he gets the first piece.
I don't want any right now, Mama. May I be excused?
Jim-Bob, are you alright?
I think Jim-Bob's armpits are giving him duck fits.
I better have a look.
I'll have mine later, too. I got something to do.
-Me, too. -See you later.
Desserts are bad for my figure, Mama. Can I be excused?
-Not good for mine either. -Or mine.
What's going on around here?
It got born, Grandpa.
It sure did, Jim-Bob, thanks to you.
Hurray for Jim-Bob!
It's sure hard to keep a secret around here.
What are we gonna call it, Grandpa?
What could be more appropriate than the name of Jim-Bob, Jr.
After its proud father.
What do you have to say, Jim-Bob, Jr.?
He's so cute.
It's Sarah and her secret beau.
I knew it would show up.
Wow, look at it!
It sure is nice.
Who's making all that racket?
Swell car, ain't it, Dad?
You know, kids, I picked up radio signals
all the way from San Francisco on this.
-Really? -Wow!
I've never seen anything like this.
Doesn't anybody care if Jim-Bob, Jr. has feathers?
-I can see myself. -Look at those fat cheeks.
Look at that nose.
Don't smudge the chrome, okay, boys?
Show them the fancy radiator cap. Made out of real silver.
-Real silver? -It's made out of pure silver.
Don't you think you should make him feel welcome?
-Why? -Don't you want to see his car?
I reckon.
That machine wasn't meant to be a toy for a spoiled child.
Ted, I want you to meet Mr. and Mrs. Walton.
Folks, this is Theodore Albert Claypool, Jr.
Pleased to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Walton.
Hi, Ted. Glad you could drop by.
Care to take a spin in the LaSalle, Mr. Walton?
No, thanks. I got some rhubarb pie waiting for me.
-How about you, ma'am? -No, thanks, Ted.
And, of course, you know John-Boy.
Hey there.
Written any good thigh slappers lately, John-Boy?
He doesn't write jokes, silly.
Did you all hear about John Dillinger?
No, what happened?
It was the headline all over the Sunday paper.
We don't get it.
He escaped again. He's a fantastic character.
He busted right out of the jail
that lady Sheriff said was escape-proof.
My friend Bobby Joe says he's just like Robin Hood.
And Jesse James.
-He's quite a guy. He's smooth. -I don't know.
I don't think there's much that's smooth
about a cold-blooded killer like that.
He's just pursuing his chosen profession:
robbing banks.
It's just that kind of mush-headed talk...
that makes these kids go crazy over
a two-bit gangster like that.
Anything you want in this world, you gotta work for.
Come on, nobody believes that Horatio Alger bunk anymore.
I do, and I'm not nobody.
Old buddy, I'll tell you one thing.
I'm not going to spend my life stagnating behind some desk.
There's all kinds of adventures out there...
just waiting for the man who dares to live them.
I'll tell you something, old buddy.
You may be John Dillinger...
or "Baby Face" Nelson, or Theodore Albert Claypool, Jr.
But grabbing someone else's money at the point of a gun...
is a dumb idea of looking for adventure!
-Is that so? -Yeah.
Ted, if we don't leave now, we'll be late.
I gotta be home by 4:00.
Check and double check. We're off in a cloud of stardust.
It's been a real pleasure meeting all you folks.
See you again soon, okay?
John-Boy, don't take any wooden nickels, okay?
Elizabeth, get out of the way there.
My boat. He broke it.
Come on, children. Come inside and have your pie.
Leave Ted in peace till he figures out what to do.
You wanna help him change that tire, son?
I gotta go make a fuss over Jim-Bob's duck.
-Darn little brat. -I wouldn't do that.
Elizabeth loves this little boat.
Maybe her Grandpa can fix it up for her.
Want me to fix your tire?
I can do it myself, thanks.
I just thought 'cause you had your fancy duds--
I doubt whether you'd be able to handle our new hydraulic jack.
Okay, suit yourself. You need any help, just whistle.
Thanks for offering, John-Boy.
Your mama asked me in to have some pie
while Ted's fixing the tire.
Rhubarb or apple?
I don't think I want any.
What did you tell your mama this time?
You're at the Waltons shelling lima beans
or playing with the dog?
I have a right to live my own life
without Mama always breathing down my neck.
Yammering all the time about the terrible fate
of girls who marry young.
-Maybe she's right. -What does she know about love?
A dried-up old drudge like her.
So stingy she won't even buy Uncle Ki a hearing aid.
Chained to her chores.
Just getting through one day at a time.
Sarah, maybe that's the only way
she can get through one day at a time...
after your daddy died.
You know, it's not easy raising a child by yourself.
I don't understand.
Do you really feel right deceiving her like this?
Maybe she's been deceiving me...
by making me think that's all there is to life.
Just cooking and cleaning.
Always frowning.
Never admitting that anything can ever turn out right.
Maybe she just doesn't want to be disappointed again.
She must have had her dreams, too, you know.
-Dreams? Mama? -Why, sure.
At least she took good care of you.
She tried to raise you as best as she knew how.
You can't have everything, Sarah.
Why not? Why can't you?
There's a whole exciting world whirling around out there.
Just waiting for anybody with the gumption...
to hop on board and ride it to the stars.
And that's just exactly what I aim to do.
I know.
You better be sure you're pointing in the right direction.
I'm not gonna live like Mama.
Don't you care about her at all?
Just because you feel close to your parents...
doesn't mean I have any obligation to Mama.
I've got Ted.
A man who can get me out of these hills.
Who can do anything in this life he wants to.
Except change a tire.
Maybe he could use a little help, John-Boy.
John-Boy.
You are the only one who hasn't seen Jim-Bob, Jr. yet.
He's cute as a button. I love his name.
-When will he start laying eggs? -Jim-Bob, hes don't lay eggs.
-But I want him to. -Let me take a look.
John-Boy, we're kind of in a hurry. So would you just please.
Yes, that is definitely a lady. She has such lovely eyelashes.
-Then he is gonna lay an egg? -He, I mean she.
Yeah, but she's got a little growing to do first.
Sure, Ted. That's your tire, right here.
-Thank you, John-Boy. -You're welcome.
Well, Au revoir, Monsieur Jean-Garcon.
Sarah Jane Simmons, you get your tail out of that Satan's snare
they call a motor car and into that buggy.
-You are going home. -Mama, please.
-You heard me. Move. -See here, ma'am, you can't--
I read all about you in this wicked child's diary.
Now, look, ma'am, she was going with me.
She's my child. She does what I say, hear? And no two ways.
There were shouts of treason...
when 29-year-old Patrick Henry presented...
what became known as the Virginia Resolves...
which said, in no uncertain terms
that the rights of Englishmen....
Glad to have you back, Sarah Jane.
Sorry I'm late, Miss Hunter.
My mama said to tell you I was sick.
After school, I'll give you the back work
for the days you missed.
We were talking about Patrick Henry.
-You didn't have to wait. -I kind of wanted to.
I thank you for hushing up what happened on Sunday.
No need.
-Say, has your mama-- -I don't want to talk about it.
Alright.
I'm going over to Ike Godsey's.
He sent word he's got a letter for me.
I already know who it's from.
In that case, you'd rather I didn't go along with you.
Suit yourself.
Now, don't ask me again, Jim-Bob.
I told you already, you had to get in early.
-Past your bedtime last night. -Yes, ma'am.
You're gonna sleep with that critter again tonight?
-Why not? -He's getting too big and noisy.
-He should be with the chickens. -He's a she.
That gives me an idea, Jason.
If we kept Jim-Bob, Jr. till egg-laying time...
we could hatch a whole flock of wild ducks and sell them.
But you need a wild male duck to get her in business.
That shouldn't be hard. We can use one of daddy's duck calls.
You know, it might work.
Hunters will wade through a marsh
from dawn to dark to bring home one mallard.
If we could raise and sell them
plucked and ready for the oven....
We get a pile of money.
Not my ducks you don't put in no oven.
"Their lips met and she felt...."
She felt....
What did she feel? She felt.... She felt wonderful.
She felt divine.
Come in.
Grandma.
She felt heavenly.
You alright, John-Boy?
To tell you the truth, I'm writing a love scene...
and I got to the kissing part.
But I don't know how a girl feels when she gets kissed.
Well, I could tell you how I felt.
The first time a boy kissed me...
I thought I was gonna have a baby.
You can laugh if you want to,
but I was scared to death at the time.
No, I didn't mean to laugh.
It's just how could you have been so innocent?
Well, young people were protected in those days.
If you were that protected
how did you ever get kissed in the first place?
He took me by surprise.
That's just like Grandpa.
It wasn't your grandpa.
It wasn't Grandpa?
Does he know that?
You think I would tell that man I'd been kissed
before we were married?
-And don't you ever tell him. -No, I would never tell.
You get back to work.
Go on.
Where's Daddy?
Coon hunting with Charlie Sneed.
I can't get into my writing. I just got too much on my mind.
-Like Sarah Jane? -Yeah.
Sounds like love to me.
No, I just worry about her is all.
Sounds even more like love.
She just doesn't know what a boy like Claypool is really like.
Could be you're jealous.
Mary Ellen, I don't want you to break your word
about that letter that Sarah showed you at school.
I could give you a hint?
Yeah, maybe you could.
Hang this shirt.
Could you do it for me, sis?
I got to finish Ike's order before I turn in.
John-Boy.
What?
Wait a minute. I can't hear you.
Be careful of that.
I didn't mean to interrupt.
I should've finished this earlier.
I'm doing it for Daddy 'cause Ike needs it in the morning.
I'd better let you get back to work.
No, I'm just about done anyhow. Come on in. Sit down.
Ike's setting up a new merchandise shed
for off-season stuff.
He wants me to help him inventory the Christmas things.
-That'll be nice. -Yeah.
-How's your mama? -She's fine.
Does she know you're down here this late?
Talking about the holidays...
reminds me of that sleigh ride your daddy took us on, remember?
Now, why would I want to remember that?
He pretended we were driving through a forest of mistletoe.
Trying to get away from the kissing dragon.
And all the kids started watching us.
I can just see them right now.
They were just waiting to see what we'd do next.
Your daddy's such fun.
And your mama's so good.
I just love being with your family:
Elizabeth, Jim-Bob, Grandma, Grandpa.
All of them, everyone.
They're not too bad once you get to know them.
They're wonderful.
You know, just thinking about times we had together....
Remember that time last fall...
when you fell into the ice and Mama blamed me?
And you went right back out to show her
how it could've happened, and you fell in.
Daddy says maybe we'll go for a picnic up to Skyline Drive...
when the weather gets a little warm.
Of course, you'd be invited to that, you know.
Well...
I'd better let you get back to work...
or Mr. Godsey won't have his lumber tomorrow.
I reckon.
Goodnight, John-Boy.
Goodnight.
Sarah Jane just drove off with Claypool in that LaSalle Coupe.
Mary Ellen, you better tell me where they're going
and what was in that letter.
I can't betray a trust.
You'll betray a trust, alright
if you stand there like a ninny...
while she drives off with someone who might ruin her life.
-Don't shout. -Are they going to get married?
Don't talk to your sister like that.
Please just tell me where they're headed!
-Elkton, Maryland. -Sarah's run off to get married?
I can't wait for Daddy. I'll take the truck and find them.
Do you know what you're doing?
I'm responsible for this whole mess. Don't you see that?
I don't see it at all.
Who do you think threw her into the arms of that LaSalle Coupe?
It was me.
Come on, Reckless, we're going for a ride.
We should reach Elkton by midnight, get a motel room...
then make an honest lady out of you in the morning.
I can't wait. How about you, honey?
Why did you turn the lights out?
Roadblock.
Sheriff. Sheriff Bridges?
-John-Boy. -Good evening.
Did you see a LaSalle Coupe pass through here?
That's why I'm here. I'm looking for that coupe myself.
A townie is trying to elope with one of our local girls.
Sarah Jane Simmons. How come you're looking out for her?
Well, the Police Chief of Charlottesville
is a friend of Mr. Claypool, Sr.
The Chief called me, asked me to set up this block.
Seems that Jr. took quite a few hundreds of dollars
from his daddy's safe...
and skedaddled in that LaSalle.
His daddy wants him stopped
before he gets into serious trouble.
He must have taken a side road.
-Yeah, well. -Thank you, Sheriff.
I hope you ain't looking for him.
Well, yes, I am.
He's got his daddy's gun with him.
I'll be careful.
Why don't you two go to bed? I'll be alright.
No, I'll stay up until we find out
what happened to the young'uns.
So will I.
-Jim-Bob, have you seen Sarah? -She came for John-Boy.
Hello, Mrs. Simmons. Jim-Bob, go on up to bed.
What has your John-Boy done with my little girl?
Now, just a minute.
That man-crazy sneak got away from me early tonight.
Your Jim-Bob says she came here.
What has John-Boy done to my Sarah?
Nothing, except go after her
when she run off with the Claypool boy.
Run off?
Oh, Lord, the disgrace.
If I ever get my hands on her again....
T.A. Claypool, Sr., ma'am.
Are you Mrs. Maybelle Simmons?
I'm Olivia Walton. This is my home.
That old man at the Simmons' place told me
I'd find Widow Simmons here.
Please keep your voice down. My children are asleep upstairs.
Mr. Claypool, I'd like you to meet Mrs. Simmons.
Mrs. Simmons, this is Mr. T.A. Claypool, Sr.
What has your sassy-pants son done with my little girl?
I know my Teddy.
He'd never break into my safe and run off with a LaSalle...
unless some hip-wiggling little mountain wench
hadn't put him up to it.
Hold on. That'll be enough of that kinda talk in this home.
Sarah Jane is as decent a little lady
as you'll find on the face of this earth.
She's been like part of this family for almost a year now.
I know her as well as my own children.
She's a good, sweet, kindly child
that works hard at her learning and chores.
And if she's gotten herself into some kind of trouble...
by running off to marry your son, then--
Marry him?
You think my little girl isn't good enough for your son?
Why, those damn fool kids.
Yes, they are foolish and immature.
Maybe the way you two behave toward them
has something to do with it.
Give it to them, Livie.
Look at the way you're taking on. You, Mr. Claypool.
Trying to blame everybody but your Teddy for something he did.
Listen here, ma'am.
You let your son go gallivanting
all over the countryside in that motorcar of his.
But I just wonder how many times you've ridden in it with him?
Why, you'd make a regular preacher, Livie.
And you, Mrs. Simmons...
making poor Sarah feel like she's teetering
on the brink of a fiery furnace...
with a stiff wind howling at her back.
If I'd had to live with that as a child...
I'd have taken up with the first passing fancy myself.
A person can only stand so much gloom.
Amen.
Maybe it isn't all your children's foolishness.
Why don't you think about that
when you're worrying about where they are...
and what they are up to.
Amen to that.
Jim-Bob, I thought I told you to go to bed.
If we don't get some more gas soon...
we'll catch up with them
on their way back from their honeymoon.
Oh, my Lord.
You alright?
I think I broke my nose.
Sarah, it's alright. Where does it hurt you?
My shoulder.
Do you think it's broken?
Okay, but just don't move it, alright.
Just stay right there and don't move it. I'll be right back.
-Let me see that. -I'm sure I broke it.
Does that hurt?
You didn't break it, you just banged it up.
If you find that you can't walk
I'll help you after I get her settled.
I'll get both of you to the doctor in the pickup.
Come on.
Easy.
John-boy...
I need that pickup.
Look, it's not worth it, but I'll give you $100
for that piece of junk.
I'm taking both of you to the doctor.
I'll take her to one once we get clear of this county.
Maybe she just doesn't want to go with you anymore.
We're getting married.
How do you feel about that, Sarah?
I just wanna go home, John-Boy.
There's your answer.
John-Boy. It's loaded, old buddy, so get out of the way.
She's going with me.
What's the matter with this thing?
Out of gas, probably.
There's plenty in my car. Go on and siphon it out.
-You'll shoot me if I don't? -Your dog first.
Okay, it's alright. I'll do it.
What's going on?
Mr. Claypool's son eloped with Sarah.
My boy took some money from my safe and a gun.
John-Boy went after them in the pickup.
Is that Daddy?
Jim-Bob's having trouble getting to sleep.
Talk to him in a minute.
Daddy, I have to talk to you.
-What's your problem? -I keep worrying.
About what?
Ben says if I don't let Jim-Bob, Jr.'s babies
be roasted in an oven...
-I'll have to get rid of her. -They were just teasing you.
You just take good care of Jim-Bob, Jr.
I'll get this straightened out with Ben, okay?
Go on upstairs and stop worrying.
We'll take your car and see what we find.
I'd feel considerably better, knowing I was doing something.
I'll be praying for you, and I'll pray for those children.
John-Boy.
Come on, Ted.
Come on.
John-Boy.
You better unload it.
Money's still in my wallet.
I turned the car over in the gully. Hurt Sarah's shoulder.
-I've been too easy on you, son. -I'm sorry.
I'm just not gonna forget what happened this time.
-There's all that damage. -I'm sorry.
I'm not gonna pay for it.
Alright, Dad.
But we'd better get Sarah to a doctor.
How are you two doing?
I'm fine. She took the worst of it.
No bones broken.
Good to see you still smiling.
I'm going to miss you.
Take care.
Bye-bye, little girl.
I love you, Jim-Bob, Jr.
Remember in the truck that time...
you tried to knock some sense into my head?
Ecclesiastes 3:1.
I remember I tried to.
When I had to learn it for the Bible contest
that's all they were.
Just words.
Now I think maybe I hear them in my heart.
And I understand.
"To every thing there is a season.
"And a time to every purpose under heaven."
I was not to be the husband that Sarah wished for...
but we remained the best of old friends into our adult years.
And when I think of her now...
I remember those pebbles we tossed into the pond that day.
And how the widening circles touched and intertwined...
reaching out together toward the far shore.
Like a family whose love touched another human being...
and helped carry her to the far shore of womanhood.
Grandpa, do you think Jim-Bob, Jr. is married yet?
Wouldn't be at all surprised.
In a moment, some scenes from the next episode of
The Waltons.