(00:02:30)
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
So you're going to Washington? |
| MAN |
: |
Yes, Ma'am. My son is sick in a
hospital there. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Oh. This will be an anxious Christmas
for you. I think this one will do. Let's try this. Is it your
only son? |
| MAN |
: |
No, Ma'am. I had four, two were
killed. One is a prisoner. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
You've done a great deal for your
country, sir. |
| MAN |
: |
Oh, not a might more than I ought
to, Ma'am. I'd go myself if I was any use. Thank you for the
overcoat. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Wait a minute. I hope you find him
better. |
| MAN |
: |
Thank you, Ma'am. God bless you.
Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Merry Christmas. |
| (00:03:22) |
| SHOP ASSISTANT |
: |
Oh, Mrs. March. Will you sign this
so I can get it off? Why, what's the matter? |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
When I see things like that poor
old man it makes me ashamed to think how little I do. |
| SHOP ASSISTANT |
: |
But, my dear, you're doing all you
can here. And your husband is there. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Yes, I know. His last son is lying
ill miles away waiting to say goodbye to him, forever perhaps,
while I have my four girls to comfort me. |
| SHOP ASSISTANT |
: |
And a real comfort they are too,
aren't they? |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
I couldn't bear it without them.
Meg and Joe are working, you know? |
| SHOP ASSISTANT |
: |
Yes? |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Meg is a nursery governess. |
| SHOP ASSISTANT |
: |
Oh. |
| (at the Nursery) |
| CHILD ONE |
: |
Merry Christmas. |
| CHILD TWO |
: |
Merry Christmas. |
| CHILD TWO |
: |
Merry Christmas. |
| (00:04:15) |
| MEG |
: |
Remember Lilly, Santa Claus is watching
you. |
| CHILD FOUR |
: |
Come on Tony, let's go over to the
blackboard. |
| (at Aunt March's) |
| JO |
: |
We know as well what are the baneful
fruits of selfishness and self- indulgence. Bad habits take root
with fearful rapidity even in the richest natures. They grow
and ripen and bear their fruit like southern vines and weeds.
Al… Almost in a single day and night. Crush them. Pluck them
out pitterlously from their very first appearance and do not
weary of the labor of plucking them out again and again. |
| (00:05:06) |
| (Bird talks) |
| (00:05:15) |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
Hold your tongue! Disrespectful
old bird. Go on, Josephine…. Josephine? Uh! Where you off to,
Miss? |
| JO |
: |
Oh, I didn't think you'd mind. It
was nearly time to leave and the girls all said they'd be home
early so we could rehearse my play for Christmas. |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
Never a thought about my Christmas.
Flying off without a word of cheer or greeting to your poor old
aunt. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, I'm sorry, Aunt March. Merry
Christmas. |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
Merry Christmas. Here! It's a dollar
for each. Well, take 'em. |
| JO |
: |
Thank you, Auntie. |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
Never mind thanking me. Just spend
it wisely. That's all I ask. Although it's more than I can expect
when you're so much like your father, waltzing off to war and
lettin' other folks look after his family. |
| JO |
: |
There's nobody looking after us,
and we don't ask favors from anybody. And I'm very proud of Father.
And you should be too. |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
Hoity Toity. Don't you be impertinent,
miss! |
| JO |
: |
Oh, I'm sorry, Auntie. |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
It isn't preachers that's going
to win this war. It's fighters. |
| JO |
: |
Yes, Auntie. Can I go now? |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
Oh, go on. Did you clean Polly's
cage today? |
| JO |
: |
Yes, Auntie. |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
Did you wash those tea cups and
put them away, carefully? |
| JO |
: |
Yes, Auntie. |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
You didn't break any? |
| JO |
: |
No, Auntie. |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
What about the teaspoons? |
| JO |
: |
I polished them. |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
Oh, very well then. Just a minute.
Come back here. Look at this. You haven't dusted properly. I
want this stair rail dusted and polished before you leave here. |
| JO |
: |
Yes, Auntie. |
| (00:07:30) |
| (Children singing in the classroom) |
| (00:08:03) |
| MR. DAVIS |
: |
Thank you very much Ladies. And
now I wish you all a very merry Christmas. |
| CHILDREN |
: |
Merry Christmas. Good-bye. |
| MR. DAVIS |
: |
School is dismissed. |
| GIRL |
: |
Margaret. |
| MR. DAVIS |
: |
Amy March, you may close the door. |
| CIKLD 1/B> |
: |
That'll teach her not to cut up
Didoes. |
| CIKLD 2/B> |
: |
Just serves that stuck up Amy March
right. |
| CIKLD 3/B> |
: |
What's he gonna do to her? |
| MR. DAVIS |
: |
I can see there's nothing for me
to do but stop by and show you mother how, instead of doing your
sums, you cover your slate with sketches… and most uncomplimentary
sketches. |
| AMY |
: |
Oh, please Mr. Davis. I'll never
do it again, sir. And she'd be so disappointed in me. Please,
please. |
| MR. DAVIS |
: |
Well, I should hate to spoil her
Christmas. And for that reason alone, young lady, I shall overlook
it. |
| AMY |
: |
Oh, thank you, Mr. Davis. |
| MR. DAVIS |
: |
You may go. |
| AMY |
: |
Oh, thank you, Mr. Davis. Thank
you very much indeed. Thank you, sir. |
0:9:30
| CHILDREN |
: |
Here she is. What did he do? What
did you say? O, come on. Tell us. What happened? |
| AMY |
: |
I just said that if I ever told
my mother the way he treated me she'd take me out of his old
school. She's never been reconsiliated any way, since my father
lost his money. And she's had to suffer the degaridation of me
being with a lot of ill-mannered girls who stick their noses
into refined people's business. |
| (Beth singing at the piano at home) |
| (00:10:33) |
| BETH |
: |
Oh, Hello. Little tiny little thing.
I'll tell you a long story… Oh, Hannah, is it tea time? I'll
set the table. |
| HANNAH |
: |
Thank you, Beth. It will be a help
to me 'cause my bread's raised. Girls're getting home early. |
| BETH |
: |
Are they coming? |
| HANNAH |
: |
Just passed the Laurence house. |
| JO |
: |
Christopher Columbus. |
| MEG |
: |
Joe! Don't use such dreadful expressions.
Here comes old Mr. Laurence. What if he should hear you? |
| JO |
: |
I don't care. I like good strong
words that mean something. Oh, bother. Now we're gonna have to
speak to him. |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
How do you do? |
| AMY |
: |
Makes my knees chatter just to look
at him. |
| JO |
: |
I feel sorry for that poor boy shut
up all alone with such an old ogre for a grandfather. Oh, look.
There he is. |
| AMY |
: |
Where? |
| MEG |
: |
Don't point, Joe. He'll think you're
waving at him. |
| JO |
: |
He's gone anyway. Well, what if
he does? Hey! Hey! |
| MEG |
: |
Jo! |
| LAURIE |
: |
Hey! Hey! Hey! |
| (Jo runs indoors. The girls all chatter at once) |
| (00:11:43) |
| BETH |
: |
Jo. |
| JO |
: |
Merry Christmas from Aunt March. |
| BETH |
: |
For me? |
| JO |
: |
Yes, darling. For you. |
| AMY |
: |
We got one, too. |
| MEG |
: |
What are you going to do with it,
dear? |
| BETH |
: |
I don't know. Marmee said we oughtn't
spend money for pleasure, when our men are suffering so in the
army. |
| JO |
: |
A dollar couldn't do the army much
good, so I'm going to buy Undine and Sintram. I've wanted it
long enough. |
| MEG |
: |
I'm sure Marmee would approve if
I got some new gloves. I've darned my old ones until I can hardly
get them on. And she always says that a real lady is known by
her neat gloves and boots. |
| AMY |
: |
I should get a nice box of Faber's
drawing pencils. I really need them. |
| BETH |
: |
Then … Then I'd like to spend mine
for some new music. That is, if you don't think Marmee would
mind. |
| JO |
: |
Let's each buy what we want and
have a little fun. I'm sure we work hard enough. |
| MEG |
: |
Well, I know I do. It's not the
work I mind so much. It's having to tell Flo King how pretty
she looks in things I know would look as well on me. |
| JO |
: |
Well, what would you do if you were
shut up all day with a fussy old crosspatch who flies off the
handle every move you make. |
| AMY |
: |
Joe, don't use slang. Besides, don't
forget she gave us the dollar. I'm sure neither of you suffer
as I do. You don't have to go to that nasty old Davis' school,
with impertinent girls who laugh at your dresses and label your
father because he is not rich. |
| JO |
: |
"Liable", "liable".
Don't say "label" as if Papa were a pickle bottle. |
| AMY |
: |
I know what I mean and you needn't
be "statirical" about it. It's proper to use good words
and improve your "vocabilary". |
| JO |
: |
Aren't we elegant? |
| AMY |
: |
You'd never be thought so with your
slang and manners. |
| JO |
: |
I hope not. I don't want to be elegant. |
| AMY |
: |
Well, you needn't whistle like a
boy. |
| JO |
: |
That's why I do it. |
| AMY |
: |
Oh, I detest rude unladylike girls. |
| JO |
: |
I hate affected, niminy-piminy chits. |
| BETH |
: |
Birds in their little nests agree. |
| MEG |
: |
Really, you're both to blame. You're
old enough now to leave off boys tricks and behave better, Josephine.
Now you're so tall and turn up your hair, you must remember you're
almost a young lady. |
| JO |
: |
No, I'm not. And if turning up my
hair makes me so, I'll wear it down until I'm a hundred. |
| MEG |
: |
Jo! As you for you, Amy, your absurd
words are as bad as Joe's slang. Your airs are funny now, but
you'll grow into an affected little goose unless you take care. |
| BETH |
: |
Look. If Jo's a tomboy and Amy's
a goose, what am I, please? |
| MEG |
: |
You're a dear, and nothing else. |
| JO |
: |
We're…We're three ungrateful wretches,
who don't deserve you. Oh, wait until I become a famous author
and make my fortune. Then we'll all ride in fine carriages, dressed
like Flo King, snubbing Amy's friends, and … and telling Aunt
March to go to the dickens. Come on. Let's rehearse. We'll start
with the … um… oh, the fainting scene. You're as stiff as a poker
on that Amy. |
| AMY |
: |
Well, I can't help it. I've never
seen anyone faint, and I don't intend to make myself all black
and blue tumbling flat as you do. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, it's easy, if you'll only watch
me. Come on. |
| AMY |
: |
If I can drop gracefully, I'll... |
| JO |
: |
Now, now. When I come in you'll
see the horrible look in my eyes, and you shrink back trembling.
Go ahead, go ahead. Well, get into the mood Amy. Get into the
mood. Now… now… when I start towards you… with wicked intentions…
Oh Amy! ….you… you draw back in horror, covering your eyes with
your hands. Roderigo! Roderigo! Ahh… Save me! Save me! |
| (Jo screams and faints.) |
| (Amy screams and faints on the sofa) |
| (Laughing and chatter) |
| (00:16:30) |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Glad to find you so merry, my girls.
AMY Darling. |
| GIRLS |
: |
Marmee. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
How's your cold, Meg? |
| MEG |
: |
Much better. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Beth deary. Kiss me baby. Thank
you, Jo. Thank you, dear! You look tired to death, Jo. |
| JO |
: |
No, Marmee. I'm not tired. |
| BETH |
: |
Mmm. Warm. Your slippers are all
ready. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Oh. That's my Bethy. Deary. |
| BETH |
: |
Did you have a hard day, Marmee? |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
No. Very pleasant, dear. But it's
good to be home. I have a treat for you. |
| BETH |
: |
A letter from father! |
| (All chatter together) |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
"Give them all my dear love
and a kiss. Tell them I know they will remember all I said to
them, that they will be loving children to you, will do their
duty faithfully, fight their bosom enemies bravely, and conquer
themselves so beautifully, that when I come back to them I may
be fonder and prouder than ever of my little women." |
| AMY |
: |
I….I am a selfish girl, but I'll
truly try to be better and not waste my time in school, so that
father mayn't be disappointed in me. |
| JO |
: |
I'll try and be what he loves to
call me, 'a little woman', and not be rough and wild; and do
my duty here at home instead of always wanting to go to war to
help father. |
| MEG |
: |
I'm… I'm not going to be envious
anymore, if I can help it. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Now we'll save the rest till after
tea, for it's such a lovely long letter. I know everybody must
be hungry. |
| BETH |
: |
Let's…. Let's get something for
Marmee with our dollar instead of for ourselves, shall we? |
| GIRLS |
: |
Oh… |
| JO |
: |
That's like you, Beth. What shall
we get? |
| MEG |
: |
I shall get her a nice pair of gloves. |
| JO |
: |
New slippers! Best to be had! |
| BETH |
: |
Some new handkerchiefs, all hemmed. |
| AMY |
: |
A beautiful little bottle of cologne.
She'll like that and it won't cost much and then I'll have some
left over for my pencils. |
| (00:19:05) |
| (Everyone sewing) |
| JO |
: |
I'm finished with Asia. |
| BETH |
: |
And here's Europe. |
| AMY |
: |
Three more stitches and you can
have Africa. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Not too long stitches, dear. |
| MEG |
: |
If you pass me the scissors, I'll
give you America. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
There, you see, you did finish it
after all. You wanted to put it off until tomorrow. |
| BETH |
: |
Oh, but we never should have if
Joe hadn't made a game of it, and thought of talking of the different
countries as we worked. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
It was a nice idea, Jo. Do you remember
how you used to play Pilgrim's Progress when you were little
things. |
| JO |
: |
I can see us all now. With your
rag bags tied over our backs for burdens. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
You have real burdens now, instead
of rag bags, according to what I heard before tea. Except Beth…
she didn't say. Maybe she hasn't any? |
| BETH |
: |
Yes, I have. Mine are dishes and
dusters, and being afraid of people, and envying girls with nice
pianos. |
| JO |
: |
A piano is a burden. |
| (00:20:00) |
| (Everybody sings "Abide with Me") |
| (00:20:46) |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Good night, my precious. |
| MEG |
: |
Good night, Marmee. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Good night, Joe, my girl. |
| JO |
: |
Good night, Marmee. |
| AMY |
: |
Good night, darling. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Good night, my baby. |
| BETH |
: |
Good night, Marmee. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Good night, Bethy. |
| (00:21:10) |
| (Church bells ring out Christmas.) |
| (00:21:23) |
| JO |
: |
Merry Christmas, Hannah. |
| HANNAH |
: |
Oh, Merry Christmas. |
| JO |
: |
Where's Marmee? |
| HANNAH |
: |
She just went down the street. But
she'll be right back. She wanted you to have your breakfast when
I can get it dished up. |
| JO |
: |
Come round here. Get behind. Hide
them. Get close. Get close. Where have you been, Amy? |
| MEG |
: |
Amy, what have you been doing? |
| AMY |
: |
Don't laugh, Jo. I only changed
the little bottle of cologne for a big one. I gave all of my
money to get it. |
| BETH |
: |
Amy! |
| MEG |
: |
Darling! That was unselfish of you. |
| JO |
: |
You're some pumpkins, Amy. |
| AMY |
: |
I felt ashamed thinking only of
myself. |
| BETH |
: |
Amy, my prettiest rose. |
| AMY |
: |
And I'm so glad, because mine's
the handsomest now. Where's Marmee. |
| JO |
: |
She'll be back any minute. Breakfast! |
| AMY |
: |
Oh, Hannah. I'm so hungry. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, Hannah, what is it? Sausages! |
| MEG |
: |
Sausages. |
| BETH |
: |
Popovers. |
| AMY |
: |
They're my favorite! |
| JO |
: |
Coffee! Oh! Hannah, you've beaten
the Dutch? |
| HANNAH |
: |
You needn't make such a fuss about
it. I can remember when I used to serve it on your father's table
everyday. |
| JO |
: |
No! |
| AMY |
: |
Oh, Hannah. Were we really that
rich? How was I dressed? I'd like to tell that Jenny Snow all
the pretty clothes I used to wear. |
| JO |
: |
I could tell her! Diapers! |
| MEG |
: |
Jo! |
| AMY |
: |
Jo! |
| JO |
: |
Two each. Look at all the pop-overs! |
| MEG |
: |
She's coming! |
| JO |
: |
Hurry up! Beth, strike up. Amy,
open the door. Come here, Meg. We'll cover these up and then
it'll be a surprise. |
| (Piano playing) |
| (00:23:14) |
| AMY |
: |
Enter Marmee. |
| GIRLS |
: |
Merry Christmas, Marmee. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Merry Christmas, my …. Oh darlings!
Oh, Meg, dear! Oh, thank you. Oh, and handkerchiefs from Bethy.
Thank you dar…. Oh, Hannah, did you see? Oh, Amy, my precious.
Thank you. |
| JO |
: |
These are from me. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Oh, Jo. Jo, my girl! Oh, thank you,
darlings. Thank you. Oh, my girls. I can't tell you how happy
I am. |
| JO |
: |
Well, I can tell you how hungry
I am. Come on, everyone. Pass me those plates. Marmee, look!
Sausages. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Wait a minute, girls. I want to
say one word before we begin. I've just come from a poor woman
with a little new-born baby and six children huddled into one
bed to keep from freezing for they have no fire. They're suffering
cold and hunger. Oh, my girls, will you give them your breakfast
as a Christmas present? |
| JO |
: |
I'm so glad you came back before
we started. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
I knew you would. |
| AMY |
: |
May I carry some things, Marmee? |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
We should all go. Take the coffee,
Hannah. |
| JO |
: |
I'll get some firewood. |
| MEG |
: |
I'll take the greens. |
| BETH |
: |
I'll take the bread. |
| AMY |
: |
I'll take the pop-overs. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Here we are, Mrs. Hummel. |
| MRS. HUMMEL |
: |
Ach, Gott in himmel. Good angles
come to us. |
| JO |
: |
Funny angels in hoods and mittens. |
| GIRLS |
: |
You want some bread to eat? Here,
I'll give you some…. Look here. |
| (Lots of chatter) |
| (00:25:35) |
| (The play. Clapping of hands) |
| (00:26:03) |
| AMY |
: |
Strange. Roderigo is not here. His
note says "promptly on the hour". |
| Voice backstage |
: |
And why? |
| AMY |
: |
And why? That's Hugo's castle for
the tryst. Oh I am afraid. Who comes here? |
| BETH |
: |
Ah, your highness. 'Tis Mona, the
hag. MARGARET: Hugo hath betrayed me. |
| VOICE |
: |
I must fly. |
| JO |
: |
Haha. Zara will be waiting. Haha.
My proud beauty. Haha. She will be mine. Black Hugo approaches.
Haha. With ere I be flown. Be gone. Haha…. Ah-hah! |
| AMY |
: |
Roderigo! Roderigo! Save me! Save
me! Ah…. |
| JO |
: |
And now to carry out my fell design.
What a fake! |
| AMY |
: |
Well, I told you I wasn't going
to make myself…. |
| JO |
: |
Sh… |
| MEG |
: |
Come on. Get on the window sill. |
| AMY |
: |
Have pity! Oh, have pity! Bring
not upon me the worst of shame. |
| JO |
: |
Turn, else you ruin the day you
spurn Black Hugo's love. Make thyself ready for a wedding. I
shall return within the quarter. |
| AMY |
: |
Oh me. Oh, heaven. Protect the helpless. |
| JO |
: |
Zara! My beloved! |
| AMY |
: |
Roderigo! D'ost I believe my eyes? |
| JO |
: |
(Roderigo sings and plays guitar.
Audience applauds.) Hurry, my fair. The good padre waits at yonder
gate with the horses. See, the ladder. All is arranged. Liberty!
Fly with me. Fly with me, my love. I will assist you. I will
… oh…. |
| VOICE |
: |
Everything's alright. |
| JO |
: |
It's alright, everyone. Stay where
you are. |
| (Great confusion) |
| (00:29:23) |
| HANNAH |
: |
Young ladies, will you all please
come in to supper. |
| (Everyone talking joyously together.) |
| JO |
: |
Christopher Columbus! What's this? |
| AMY |
: |
Is it fairies? |
| BETH |
: |
It's Santa Claus. |
| MEG |
: |
Mother did it. |
| JO |
: |
Aunt March had a good fit and sent
it. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
All wrong. Mr. Laurence sent it. |
| AMY |
: |
Oh, no. |
LITTLE
| GIRL |
: |
Who's Mr. Laurence? |
| JO |
: |
The Laurence boy's grandfather.
He lives next door. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
He heard what you did about your
breakfast and sent me a nice note this afternoon saying he hoped
I would allow him to express his friendly feelings toward my
children and send them a few trifles in honor of the day. |
| JO |
: |
The boy put it into his head. I
know he did. He looks like a capital fellow, and I'm dying to
get acquainted. I'm going to, too. |
| BETH |
: |
Oh, I wish father were here. I'm
afraid he isn't having such a merry Christmas as we are. |
| (Jo throws snowball on Laurie Laurence's window.) |
| (00:30:58) |
| LAURIE |
: |
Hello. |
| JO |
: |
How do you do? I wanted to thank
you. We did have such a good time over your nice Christmas present.
What's the matter? Are you sick? |
| LAURIE |
: |
Just a little cold, but Grandfather's
made me stop indoors for a week. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, that's too bad. Can anybody
come to see you? |
| LAURIE |
: |
If they would. |
| JO |
: |
Wait. I'll ask Marmee. Close the
window though. |
| (Jo rings door bell) |
| LAURIE |
: |
How do you do, Miss March? |
| JO |
: |
How do you do, Mr. Laurence? Mother
was so sorry to hear that you'd been ill. My sister, Meg, sent
you some of her "blanc-mange". It is soft and will
slide down easily without hurting your throat. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Thank you. |
| JO |
: |
And … um … Beth lent you these until
you're will. I … I know boys don't like kittens but she was so
anxious I…. I couldn't refuse. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Well, maybe they'll help to liven
things up. It's as dull as tombs over here. |
| JO |
: |
Huh?! |
| LAURIE |
: |
Won't you come in? |
| JO |
: |
Oh, no. No, I'm not to stay. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Oh, please. Just for a few minutes.
I've ordered tea. |
| JO |
: |
Oh? … Christopher Columbus! What
richness. Oh! Just like summer. Oh! This is marvelous. Oh, it's
so roomy. Oh…. |
| LAURIE |
: |
How many, please? |
| JO |
: |
Two, please. Three. And how do you
like it here, after living in Europe so long, Mr. Laurence? |
| LAURIE |
: |
Oh…. |
| JO |
: |
I'm going to Europe. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Really? When? |
| JO |
: |
I don't know. You see, my Aunt March
has rheumatism, and her doctor thought that the baths…. Oh, not
that she hasn't a bath…. She has a very nice one. Did you take
any baths while you were there? I mean, for rheumatism. |
| LAURIE |
: |
No. No, I'm not troubled with rheumatism. |
| JO |
: |
Nope. Neither am I. But she thought
that the baths wouldn't do me any harm. I mean, that is to say,
while I was there. You see, I've always wanted to go to Europe.
Not for the baths, of course. But for my writing. You see, my
Aunt March ……. Oh, but you don't know Aunt March, do you? Ah
well, never mind. Now, what were you saying, Mr. Laurence? |
| LAURIE |
: |
I'm not Mr. Laurence. I'm only Laurie. |
| JO |
: |
Well, Laurie. Well, how do you like
it here after Europe? |
| LAURIE |
: |
Well, it's strange after living
in schools all my life. Oh, it'll be alright… when I get used
to grandfather. You know, he's … |
| JO |
: |
Oh, yes! You should have seen him
before you came. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Isn't he a holy terror? |
| JO |
: |
Oh, you oughta see my Aunt March! |
| LAURIE |
: |
Oh, it's too pretty to eat. I wish
we had things like this over here. |
| JO |
: |
And I wish …. It is nice, isn't
it? My little sister put on the geranium leaves. She's very artist. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Amy? |
| JO |
: |
Yes. How do you know? |
| LAURIE |
: |
Why, I often hear you calling to
one another. And… when I'm alone over here, I … I beg you pardon
for being so rude, but … sometimes you forget to put down the
curtain. When the lamps are lighted, its like looking at a picture
to see you all around the table with your Mother. You always
seem to be having such good times. |
| JO |
: |
We'll never draw that curtain anymore.
And I give you leave to look as much as you like. I wish, though,
instead of just peeping, you'd come over and see us. We'd have
jolly times together. |
| LAURIE |
: |
And would you let me be in a play?
I saw some of it the other night. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, that was terrible. I want to
put on "Hamlet" though, and do the fencing scene. |
| LAURIE |
: |
I could do Laertes. I took fencing
lessons at the academy. |
| JO |
: |
Really? |
| LAURIE |
: |
Yes! Look! Look! On guard! |
| (00:35:05) |
| JO |
: |
Splendid! |
| LAURIE |
: |
Here. |
| JO |
: |
Oh! "Come, for the third, Laertes:
you but dally." |
| LAURIE |
: |
"Say you so. Come on." |
| JO |
: |
"A hit; what say you?" |
| LAURIE |
: |
"A touch. A touch. I do confess." |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
What is this? What on earth? What's
going on? |
| MR. BROOKE: |
: |
Don't know, sir? |
| LAURIE |
: |
"Have at you, now." |
| JO |
: |
Oh? |
| LAURIE |
: |
Oh, I say. Oh, I say. You hurt? |
| JO |
: |
Oh, no. Nothing ever hurts me. |
| LAURIE |
: |
I'm sorry. I forgot you're a girl,
and I'm afraid I got a bit too rough. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, what are you talking about?
Oh, I had you bettered, if I hadn't slipped. Oh, that's … that's
a good picture of your grandfather. He looks pretty grim, but
I shouldn't be afraid of him. Though I can see how his face might
frighten some people. |
| (00:36:02) |
| MR. BROOKE: |
: |
I'll wait upstairs, sir. |
| JO |
: |
His eyes are kind and I like him,
though he does bark at you so. |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
Thank you, ma'am. So you're not
afraid of me, eh? |
| JO |
: |
No, sir. Not much. |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
But my face will frighten some people. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, I…. I only said "might",
sir. |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
And I bark, do I? |
| JO |
: |
Oh, no, sir. Perhaps not all the
time. |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
But with all that you like me, eh? |
| JO |
: |
Oh, yes, sir. I do. I do. I do. |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
And I like you. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, sir. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Grandfather, you should see her
fence. Come on, let's show him. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, no. I've been here too long
now. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Well, I'll see you home. |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
Oh, no, no, no. You stay indoors,
young man. I shall see Miss March home. I want to pay my respects
to your mother and thank her for the medicine she sent my boy.
I can see it's done him lots of good. You get upstairs and do
your sums. Brooke is waiting for you, and see you behave yourself
like a gentleman, sir. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Good bye, Jo. |
| (00:37:25) |
| (Inside the March house) |
| (00:37:27) |
| HANNAH |
: |
Here they come. Here they come.
All dressed up and looking as pretty as pictures. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Oh, Amy. How dainty! You look lovely. |
| BETH |
: |
Oh, Marmee, I wish Laurie hadn't
asked me to his party. I know I shall be frightened. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
You wouldn't want to hurt his feelings
when he's been so kind. Oh, Meg, the dress is lovely. Meg: Thank
you, Marmee. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Jo, you look splendid. |
| JO |
: |
Well, I feel perfectly miserable
with 19 hairpins all sticking straight into my head. But, dear
me. Let us be elegant or die. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Does the patch show much? |
| MEG |
: |
It does a little, Marmee. But she's
going to sit down or stand with her back against the wall. Jo,
where are your gloves? |
| JO |
: |
Oh, well, I've stained them so I'm
gonna go without. |
| MEG |
: |
You wear gloves, or I don't go. |
| HANNAH |
: |
I tried to clean them bit it only
made them look worse. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, here. I'll carry them. I'll
hold them crumpled up in one hand. Nobody'll see them. |
| MEG |
: |
Oh, Jo. |
| JO |
: |
Well I'll tell you. We'll each wear
one of your nice ones and carry one of my bad ones. Then the
effect will be fine and easy. |
| MEG |
: |
All right. Only be careful of it.
And don't stretch it. And Jo dear, do behave nicely and don't
put your hands behind your back. Good night, Marmee. |
| MARMEE |
: |
Have a nice time, dear. |
| AMY |
: |
And above everything, don't say
"Christopher Columbus" and disgrace us all. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, hold you tongue, Miss Baby.
I'll be as prim as I can be, and not get into any scrapes… if
I can help it. |
| (00:38:53) |
| (Dancing) |
| (00:39:39) |
| MAN |
: |
May I engage you for this dance,
Miss March? |
| JO |
: |
No, thank you. I'm not dancing. |
| AMY |
: |
There's that Kitty Ford. |
| BETH |
: |
Where? |
| AMY |
: |
There, with the pink dress and the
blue sash. I don't see why she's allowed with the grow-ups and
I have to stay up here. |
| BETH |
: |
Oh, that beautiful piano. It's as
big as our kitchen. |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
Um… What's this? Why aren't you
two young ladies downstairs dancing? |
| AMY |
: |
Mother said we weren't to go down
with the grown-ups. |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
But can you see anything from here?
How about you? |
| AMY |
: |
She just likes to listen to the
music. |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
You just come down with me where
it's playing. |
| BETH |
: |
Oh, no. No, sir. Please. |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
Why not? Well, my dear child, what's
the matter? |
| AMY |
: |
She has an infirmity. |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
Mmm? |
| AMY |
: |
She's shy. |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
Oh, I see. |
| AMY |
: |
If it weren't for that, she'd be
simply fastitidious because she plays beautifully. |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
Oh, she must come and play for me
sometime. |
| AMY |
: |
No. She never would. |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
Oh, it wasn't that I wanted to hear
her, but that piano down there is simply going to ruin for want
of use. I was hoping one you young ladies would come and practice
on it. Just…. Just to keep it in tune, you know. Well, if you
don't care to come, never mind. |
| BETH |
: |
Oh, sir. We do care, very, very
much. |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
So. So you're the musical one. |
| BETH |
: |
I'm Beth. I love it dearly and I'll
come if you're quite sure no-one will hear me and be disturbed. |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
Not a soul, my child. Not a soul.
You come too, young lady. And tell your mother I think all her
daughters are simply "fastidious". |
| AMY |
: |
Beth, isn't he elegant? |
| (00:41:47) |
| LAURIE |
: |
This is the German, and I'll be
hanged if I let you refuse me all of them. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, no. No. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Don't you like to dance? |
| JO |
: |
Oh, yes. I love to dance, but I
can't. I … I mean, I promised I wouldn't. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Why? |
| JO |
: |
Oh, well, I may as well tell you.
You won't tell? |
| LAURIE |
: |
Silence to the death. |
| JO |
: |
Well, you see, I have a bad trick
of standing in front of the fire and I scorch my frocks, and
I burned this one. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Where? |
| JO |
: |
Oh, you can laugh if you want to.
It is funny. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Look! I'll tell you how we can manage.
There's no one in the hall. We can dance out there without being
seen. |
| JO |
: |
You're a Champ. |
| LAURIE |
: |
This is regularly splendid. Oh.
Thank you. |
| (Dancing) |
| (00:42:55) |
| JO |
: |
Oh, hello. |
| LAURIE |
: |
What are you two doing up there?
Come on down. |
| AMY |
: |
No. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Well, have you had refreshments? |
| BETH |
: |
No, thank you. We really don't care
for …. Ouh! |
| LAURIE |
: |
We'll bring some right up. Come
on. |
|
| MEG |
: |
And then when Laurie goes to college,
what becomes of you? |
| MR. BROOKE: |
: |
I shall turn soldier as soon as
he is off. I'm needed. |
| MEG |
: |
Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry. I mean, I'm
so sorry for all the mothers and sisters who have to stay home
and worry. |
| MR. BROOKE: |
: |
I have neither. And very few friends
to care whether I live or die. |
| MEG |
: |
Laurie and his grandfather would
care a great deal. And we… we all would be very sorry if any
harm came to you. |
| MR. BROOKE: |
: |
Would you? |
| (By the stairs) |
| JO |
: |
Here we go! |
| (Chatter) |
| LAURIE |
: |
Oh, Jo. Jo. |
| AMY |
: |
Now you've done it! |
| (Exclamations) |
| JO |
: |
Meg's gloves! Oh, look at me! |
| LAURIE |
: |
What …It's a shame. |
| JO |
: |
What a blunder bus I am! |
| AMY |
: |
What are you going to do? |
| MEG |
: |
I'll ask Marmee. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Oh? Have you two been hiding. I've
been looking all over the house for you. Hannah's here. |
| MEG |
: |
Oh? Is it that late? |
| LAURIE |
: |
Well, time slips away, you know? |
| MEG |
: |
Good night, Mr. Brooke. |
| MR. BROOKE: |
: |
Good night, Miss Margaret. (Picking
up a glove.) Miss Margaret! |
| (In the foyer) |
| (00:44:46) |
| BETH |
: |
Good night. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Good night, Beth. I'm glad you came. |
| AMY |
: |
We had an elegant time. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Good night, Amy. Good night, Jo. |
| MEG |
: |
Good night, Laurie. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Good night, Miss Margaret. |
| MEG |
: |
Laurie ….. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Good night, everybody. Jo: Don't
forget to bring your ice-skates tomorrow. |
| LAURIE |
: |
I won't. Good night. |
| Everybody |
: |
Good night. |
| (Jo writing) |
| (00:45:16) |
| JO |
: |
There. I've done my best. If that
won't do, I shall have to wait until I can do better. (Jo climbs
down the outside of the house.) Why? What are you up to? |
| BETH |
: |
It's a pair of slippers I worked
for Mr. Laurence. He's been so kind about letting me play on
his beautiful piano. I didn't know any other way to thank him,
Jo. Do you think they're alright? |
| JO |
: |
They are beautiful, and I think
you are sweet. Hey, isn't that Amy's hair ribbon? |
| BETH |
: |
Yes. Yes, but I think she was going
to throw it away. |
| JO |
: |
You think! You better vamoos before
she catches you. |
| (In front of Newspaper Office) |
| (00:46:55) |
| LAURIE |
: |
Now I'll find out why you come down
to this hole every day. Just have to tell me why you never have
time for me any more. |
| JO |
: |
Laurie Laurence. Give that back
to me, or I'll never speak to you again. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Alright. Hm! Take it. You're a fine
one! I thought we weren't to have any secrets from each other. |
| JO |
: |
Well, this is all together different. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Ye… Oh! |
| JO |
: |
I beg your pardon. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Sorry. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Of course it's different. Just like
a girl! Can't keep an agreement. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, bilge. |
| LAURIE |
: |
You'll be sorry. I was gonna tell
you something very plummy. A secret. All about people you know,
and such fun. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, what? |
| LAURIE |
: |
If I tell you, you must tell me
yours. |
| JO |
: |
You won't tell anything at home,
will you? |
| LAURIE |
: |
Not a word. |
| JO |
: |
And you won't tease me about it
in private? |
| LAURIE |
: |
I'll never tease. Fire away. |
| JO |
: |
I sold my story to the Spread Eagle. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Hurrah for Miss March! Hurrah for
Miss March! The celebrated American authoress. |
| JO |
: |
I didn't want anyone to know until
it's out. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Wouldn't it be fun to see it in
print? |
| JO |
: |
Now, what's yours? |
| LAURIE |
: |
I know where Meg's glove is. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, is that all? |
| LAURIE |
: |
Wait till you hear where it is. |
| JO |
: |
Where? How do you know? |
| LAURIE |
: |
I saw it. |
| JO |
: |
Where? |
| LAURIE |
: |
Pocket! |
| JO |
: |
All this time? |
| LAURIE |
: |
Isn't it romantic? |
| JO |
: |
Romantic? Rubbish! I never heard
of anything so horrid. I wish you hadn't told me. Of all the
sickly, sentimental… Oh why do things always have to change just
when they're perfect. Meg always used to tell me everything,
and now she keeps everything to herself, and thinks brown eyes
are beautiful. John is a lovely name. He better keep away from
me or I'll tell him what I think of him. Trying to break up other
people's happiness and spoil all their fun! |
| LAURIE |
: |
It doesn't spoil any fun! Makes
it twice as good! You'll find out when someone falls in love
with you. Soft summer day. Sun setting through the trees. Your
lover's arms steeling around you. |
| JO |
: |
I'd like to see anybody try it. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Would you? Oh!….. I'll get you…...
(Laurie chases Jo) Now I've got you….. Wait….. |
| (Everyone chatters) |
| JO |
: |
You should have seen…. |
| MR. BROOKE: |
: |
It's been a most enjoyable afternoon,
Miss Margaret. |
| MEG |
: |
Thank you. Paying visits has never
been quite so much fun before. |
| MR. BROOKE |
: |
I hope we may do it again, very
soon. |
| JO |
: |
Good-bye, Mr. Brooke. Come along,
Meg. |
| MEG |
: |
Good afternoon, Mr. Brooke. |
| MR. BROOKE: |
: |
Good-bye, Miss Margaret. |
| MEG |
: |
Good afternoon. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Margaret. Good-bye, Jo. |
| MR. BROOKE: |
: |
Coming Laurie? |
| LAURIE |
: |
Right. See you tomorrow, Jo. |
| MEG |
: |
I've never been so embarrassed in
my life. When will you stop your childish romping ways. |
| JO |
: |
Not until I'm old and stiff and
have to use a crutch. |
| (00:50:44) |
| (Jo wipes the tears from her face as Beth approaches) |
| BETH |
: |
Jo. |
| JO |
: |
Hello Bethy. |
| BETH |
: |
Hello, Jo. |
| JO |
: |
How's my girl? (Chattering) |
| GIRLS |
: |
It's a surprise. (Chattering) |
| JO |
: |
What is it? Christopher Columbus! |
| BETH |
: |
For… For me? |
| AMY |
: |
Look. This came with it. Quick.
Read it. See what it says. |
| JO |
: |
I'll read it. "Miss Elizabeth
March. Dear Madam." |
| AMY |
: |
Isn't that elegant. |
| JO |
: |
"I've had many pairs of slippers
in my life, but none has suited as well as yours. I like to pay
my debts, so I know you will allow me to send you something that
belonged to the little grand-daughter I lost. With hearty thanks
and best wishes. I remain your grateful friend and humble servant,
James Laurence." Oh, Beth! Isn't he a really sweet old man?
(Chatter) Look. It opens. It opens. |
| AMY |
: |
You'll have to thank him. |
| BETH |
: |
Yes. I'll go right now. |
| HANNAH |
: |
Well, I wish I may die. She'd never
gone in her right mind. |
| (Laurence House) |
| (00:52:33) |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
Come in. |
| BETH |
: |
I… I came to thank you, sir. |
| (Joe reads her story while Amy does a drawing
of the scene) |
| (00:53:26) |
| HANNAH |
: |
Miss March. Miss March. It's one
of them telegraph things, ma'am. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
It's father. |
| AMY |
: |
Mother. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
He's in the hospital. I must go
to Washington at once. |
| (Packing) |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Put those in the corner, dear. |
| BETH |
: |
Alright, Marmee. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
What on earth is keeping Joe? |
| MEG |
: |
This is all packed, Marmee. I don't
believe I've forgotten a thing. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Thank you, dear. Now, girls, while
I'm away, don't forget the Hummels. |
| GIRLS |
: |
We won't. We'll do our best, Marmee. |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
Here we are. We're here to take
some port to your husband. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Oh. Thank you. How generous! |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
And I hope he finds this dressing
gown useful. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Thank you. |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
Well, everything's arranged, and
Brooke will go with you. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
There's no need. I'll be allr…. |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
Oh, he's all prepared. He has commissions
for me in Washington. He'll be of help to you on the journey. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
How thoughtful of you! |
| MEG |
: |
It's such a relief to know that
Marmee will have someone to take care of her. Thank you very,
very much. |
| MR. BROOKE: |
: |
Not at all, Miss Margaret. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
My kind friend. I can't thank you. |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
Laurie's outside with the carriage.
We'll wait for you. The train leaves in about an hour. |
| HANNAH |
: |
Here, ma'am. You'll need this. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Oh, I couldn't. |
| AMY |
: |
Oh, Marmee. It'll quiet your nerves. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Where is Jo? Jo! What kept you? |
| AMY |
: |
What ever took you so long? |
| JO |
: |
Here's the money from Aunt March.
And… um… there's my contribution. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
$25. Where did you get it? My dear? |
| JO |
: |
Oh, it's mine, honestly. I only
sold what belonged to me. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Your hair! Jo, you shouldn't have! |
| JO |
: |
Oh well, Aunt March croaked as she
always does when asked for ninepence. And Marmee, she only sent
you just money enough for the ticket. And I knew you'd need more,
and so, well I… happened to be going past a barber shop, and
I saw some tails on hair hanging in the window with the prices
marked on them, so I thought it'd do my brain good to have my
mop cut off. And so I did. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Thank you, deary. |
| (00:55:53) |
| LAURIE |
: |
Are you ready, Marmee? We'll just
have to hurry to catch….. Christopher Columbus! |
| JO |
: |
Well. It's boyish, becoming, and
easy to keep in order. Marmee, you'll miss your train. |
| AMY |
: |
Yes, darling. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Now, girls. Go on with your work
as usual. |
| GIRLS |
: |
We will, Marmee. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Do everything that Hannah tells
you. |
| BETH |
: |
Oh, can't we go to the train with
you, Marmee? |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
No. No. I want you all to stay here
and comfort each other. Meg, dear, watch over your sisters. Be
patient, Jo. Beth, dear, help all you can. Amy, be obedient.
No, no. I want you to stay here. I want to carry away a picture
in my mind of my brave little women to take to Father. Good bye,
my darlings. |
| GIRLS |
: |
Good-bye, Marmee. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
God bless us and keep us all. |
| (Girls wave) |
| (Lying in bed) |
| (00:57:28) |
| MEG |
: |
Jo, are you awake. Jo, you're crying. |
| JO |
: |
No, I'm not. |
| MEG |
: |
Don't cry, dear. Father'll be alright,
and Mr. Brooke will take care of Marmee. |
| JO |
: |
I'm not crying because of that. |
| MEG |
: |
What is it then? |
| JO |
: |
My hair. |
| (Jo reads her story) |
| JO |
: |
…. "The End" |
| (00:58:18) |
| AMY |
: |
Oh, it gives me the shivers. I'm
pins and needles all over. |
| MEG |
: |
It's so exciting and so sad. Who
wrote it? |
| LAURIE |
: |
Your sister. |
| GIRLS |
: |
Really? Jo? Oh, no! You did? Let
me see. |
| LAURIE |
: |
And I knew it all the time. |
| MEG |
: |
Isn't that wonderful. |
| AMY |
: |
Here it is. "By Miss Josephine
March." Oh, Jo! I can't believe it. Beth! Beth! Jo wrote
a story. It's in the papers. Isn't that marvelous. Look. |
| BETH |
: |
Don't come near me. |
| AMY |
: |
Meg. Jo. Something's wrong with
Beth. |
| MEG |
: |
What is it? |
| AMY |
: |
I don't know. |
| MEG |
: |
Where is she? |
| AMY |
: |
In Marmee's cupboard. |
| LAURIE |
: |
What's wrong? Why'd she go in there? |
| JO |
: |
Darling, what is it? Bethy, what
is it? |
| MEG |
: |
What's wrong, Bethy? |
| JO |
: |
What is it? |
| BETH |
: |
Oh, Jo. The baby's dead. |
| JO |
: |
What baby? |
| BETH |
: |
Mrs. Hummel's. It died in my lap
before she …. before she got back with the doctor. Jo! |
| JO |
: |
Oh my poor Beth. |
| BETH |
: |
The doctor said it was ….. it was
scarlet fever. |
| MEG |
: |
Scarlet Fever? |
| AMY |
: |
Hannah! Hannah! |
| BETH |
: |
You don't think I'll get it, do
you, Jo? |
| JO |
: |
Oh, no, Bethy. Of course you won't. |
| BETH |
: |
But…. But Amy must keep away, cause……
cause she's never had it. How does it start, Jo? With a sort
of a… a headache? and sore throat? and … and queer feelings all
over? |
| JO |
: |
I don't remember. Laurie, give me
that doctor's book, will you? |
| MEG |
: |
Jo, I think we'd better get her
to bed. Come along, Bethy. |
| JO |
: |
I'll find out what to do. |
| BETH |
: |
I'll be alright, Meg. |
| MEG |
: |
Come on Bethy. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Of course you'll be alright. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, here it is. |
| HANNAH |
: |
For land's sakes! Go get Doctor
Bangs, will you, Mr. Laurence? |
| LAURIE |
: |
Alright. |
| HANNAH |
: |
Have him come over as soon as he
can. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Yes. |
| HANNAH |
: |
You stay down here Amy. You're to
go over to Aunt Mrch's for a spell, just in case. |
| AMY |
: |
No, I won't. I won't. I'm going
to stay right here with Beth. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, be quiet for once, Amy. |
| AMY |
: |
I'm not going to be sent away as
though I were in the way. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Well, I advise you to go. Scarlet
Fever's no joke, miss. |
| AMY |
: |
Well, I don't care. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Oh. |
| AMY |
: |
I'd rather get Scarlet Fever and
die, than go to Aunt March's. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Now, Amy. Be a good girl. I'll pop
around every day and tell you how Beth is. And I'll tell you
what! Every day I'll come and take you out driving. Mm? |
| AMY |
: |
Well ….. Yes. |
| LAURIE |
: |
That's our girl! |
| JO |
: |
Oh, Bethy. If you should really
be ill, I'll never forgive myself. I let you go to the Hummels
every day when I should have gone. |
| MEG |
: |
No, it's my fault. I'm the oldest,
and I should have gone. I promised Marmee I'd look after you.
Don't you think we ought to telegraph her. |
| HANNAH |
: |
No. We mustn't. The poor lady can't
leave you father. And it would only make her all the more anxious. |
| BETH |
: |
Oh, please don't telegraph, Jo.
Hannah knows just what to do. I …. I feel better already. |
| (Doctor by Beth's side) |
| (01:01:48) |
| DR. BANGS |
: |
If Mrs. March can leave her husband,
we'd better send for her. |
| HANNAH |
: |
The girls had the telegram all ready,
but I wouldn't let them send it, and now the poor lady …. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, Mother! Mother! What if she
shouldn't get here in time? |
| (Jo runs up to the attic) |
| (01:03:00) |
| LAURIE |
: |
Oh, Jo, is it that bad? |
| JO |
: |
She doesn't know me. She doesn't
look like my Beth. How am I gonna bear it? Marmee and Father
being so far away. |
| LAURIE |
: |
I'm here. Hold on to me. Jo, dearest.
Oh, poor Jo. You're all worn out. What does the doctor say? |
| JO |
: |
We're sending for Marmee. If she
were only here. |
| LAURIE |
: |
She will be. Grandfather and I got
fidgety and thought your mother ought to know. She'd just never
forgive us if Beth … well, if anything happened, so I telegraphed
yesterday. |
| JO |
: |
You? |
| LAURIE |
: |
She'll be here on the two o'clock
train tonight, and I'm going to meet her. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, Laurie. Oh, Mother. Oh. Oh,
I beg your pardon, but you're such a dear. I couldn't help flying
at you. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Fly at me again. I rather like it. |
| JO |
: |
Laurie, you're so silly. |
| LAURIE |
: |
I better go. Well. To the railroad
station! And … And I shan't spare the horses. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, bless you, Laurie. Bless you. |
| (Jo kneels to prey) |
| JO |
: |
If you really want Bethy, please
wait until Marmee comes home. But, oh God, please don't … because
she's so … well, please don't… |
| (Jo paces the room) |
| (01:06:06) |
| MEG |
: |
If God spares Bethy, I'll love him,
and serve him all my life. |
| JO |
: |
If life is as hard as this, I don't
see how we ever should get through it. |
| MEG |
: |
Hannah! Hannah! |
| HANNAH |
: |
What is it? What is it? |
| JO |
: |
Good-bye, my Bethy. Good-bye. |
| DR. BANGS |
: |
The fever's turned. She's sleeping
naturally. |
| HANNAH |
: |
Lord be praised. |
| JO |
: |
Marmee's here. She's come. |
| (Downstairs) |
| (01:07:56) |
| AMY |
: |
Isn't it wonderful to have Bethy
downstairs at last. Come on. Everything's all ready. Be careful. |
| (Jubilant chatter) |
| JO |
: |
And see the lovely flowers that
Mr. Laurence sent you. |
| BETH |
: |
Oh. And my bird… I've never been
so happy. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Begging you pardon. Do the Marches
live here? |
| GIRLS |
: |
Hello. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Wait'll she sees what I brought
for her. |
| GIRLS |
: |
Oh, Father. |
| (Jubilant chatter) |
| MEG |
: |
Bethy. |
| HANNAH |
: |
Land sakes! She's walking. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Oh, my dear. |
| MR. MARCH |
: |
My Bethy. |
| BETH |
: |
Father. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Oh, my darling. |
| AMY |
: |
She hasn't walked since she was
sick. She ? downstairs. |
| (Meg humming a tune) |
| (01:09:50) |
| JO |
: |
Are you expecting someone? |
| MEG |
: |
Why… Why, no. What do you mean? |
| JO |
: |
Meg. Meg. Why can't we stay as we
are? Do you have to go and fall in love, and spoil all our peace,
and fun and happy times together. You're not like your old self
a bit. And you…. you're getting so far away from me, I … Oh,
Meg. Don't. Don't go and marry that man. |
| MEG |
: |
I don't intend to go and marry any
man. And if you mean Mr. Brooke, he hasn't asked me. But if he
should, I shall merely say, quite calmly and decidedly, "I'm
sorry, but I agree with Mother that it's too soon." |
| JO |
: |
Oh, Meg. Hoorah for you. |
| MEG |
: |
Jo. My hair. |
| JO |
: |
And then things'll be as they used
to be. And now that Father's home, well … |
| (Door bell rings) |
| (01:11:02) |
| JO |
: |
I'll go. I'll get out of the way.
Now don't forget. Oh! If I could only see his face when you tell
him. |
| (01:11:17) |
| MEG |
: |
Why, Mr. Brooke. |
| MR. BROOKE: |
: |
Good day, Miss Margaret. |
| MEG |
: |
Won't you come in? |
| MR. BROOKE: |
: |
I … I came to get my umbrella. ..
er…. that is ….. that is, to see how your father finds himself
today. |
| MEG |
: |
Why… he's here in the rack. I mean,
it's very well. I mean ….. I'll tell him you're here. |
| MR. BROOKE: |
: |
Oh, please. Are you afraid of me,
Margaret? |
| MEG |
: |
Why …. How could I be, when you've
been so kind to father. I only wish I could thank you for it. |
| MR. BROOKE: |
: |
You can. Shall I tell you how? |
| MEG |
: |
Oh, no. Oh, please don't. |
| MR. BROOKE: |
: |
I only want to know if you care
for me a little, Meg. I love you so much, dear. |
| MEG |
: |
Oh, thank you, John. But …. I agree
with Mother. It's …. It's too soon. |
| MR. BROOKE: |
: |
I'll wait. I don't mind how long
or how hard I have to work, if I can only know I'm to have my
reward in the end. Please. Give me a little hope. |
| MEG |
: |
I'm afraid I can't. |
| MR. BROOKE: |
: |
Do you really mean that? |
|
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
Huh? What's this? Footsy, wootsy.
Get along. Get along. Shi! Shi! What's going on here? Who's that? |
| MEG |
: |
Mr. Brooke. |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
The Laurence's boy's tutor. Then
it's true. |
| MEG |
: |
Shh. Please, Aunt March. He might
hear you. And he's been very kind to father. |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
Oh? He has? Well, he'd be much kinder
if he'd go about his own business and leaves you alone. |
| MEG |
: |
Shh. |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
I won't stop! I'm only thinking
of your own good, Margaret. You should take a rich man so you
can help you family. This person has no money, no position in
life. |
| MEG |
: |
Oh. But that doesn't mean he never
will have |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
Oh? So he's counting on my money?
He knows you've got rich relatives! |
| MEG |
: |
Aunt March! How dare you say such
a thing! My John wouldn't marry for money any more that I would.
I'm not afraid of being poor. And I know we shall be happy, because
John loves me, and… and I love him. |
|
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
Hoity, toity! You remember this,
young lady. If you marry this rook, a hawk, a crook, you take
care of you. Not one penny of my money will he get. |
| MR. BROOKE: |
: |
My darling! Did you mean it? |
| MEG |
: |
John? |
| MR. BROOKE: |
: |
I came back for my umbrella, and
I couldn't help hearing. Then you will give me leave to work
for you, and love you. |
| MEG |
: |
Yes, John. |
| (Wedding ceremony) |
| (01:14:03) |
| MINISTER |
: |
And there to have given and pledged
their troth each to the other. And have declared the same by
giving and receiving a ring, and by joining hands. I pronounce
that they are Man and Wife. In the name of the Father, of the
Son and of the Holy Ghost. Amen. God, the Father. God, the Son.
God, the Holy Ghost. Bless, preserve, and keep you. That ye may
so live together in this life, that in the world to come, ye
may have life everlasting. Amen. |
| MEG |
: |
The first kiss for Marmee. |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
Well, John. You've got a treasure.
I hope you you'll take good care of her. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Good-bye, Amy. Bethy, good-bye.
Oh. Don't mind, Jo. You've still go me. Oh. I'm not good for
much, I know. But, I'll stand by you, all the days of my life. |
1:16:16
| JO |
: |
I know you will. You don't know
what a comfort you are to me, Laurie. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Jo. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, no. Laurie. Don't say anything. |
| LAURIE |
: |
I will. And you must hear me. It's
no use, Jo. You've kept away from me, ever since I got back from
College. And I studied so hard. And I got graduated with Honors.
It was all for you. |
| JO |
: |
I know. And I'm so proud of you. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Then won't you listen. Please. Oh.
I've loved you ever since I've known you. I couldn't help it.
I tried to show it, but you wouldn't let me. But now I'm going
to make you hear and give me an answer for I just can't go on
so any longer. I know I'm not half good enough for you. But,
if you love me, you could make me anything you like. |
| JO |
: |
As though I'd change you, Laurie.
Darling, you should marry …. You should marry some lovely accomplished
girl who adores you. Someone who would grace your beautiful house.
I shouldn't. I loathe elegant society, and you like it. And you
hate my scribbling, and I can't get on without it. And we should
quarrel. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Oh, no, we shouldn't. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, yes. We always have. And everything
would be so horrid if we were ever foolish enough to …. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Marry? Oh, no. It wouldn't be, Jo.
It'd be heaven. Oh, don't disappoint us, dear. Don't. Everyone
expects it. Grandfather's set his heart on it, and I just can't
go on without you. Please, say you will. |
| (01:18:02) |
| JO |
: |
I can't. Oh, Laurie. I'm sorry.
So desperately sorry. I'm so grateful to you, and so proud, and
fond of you. I don't know why I can't love you the way you want
me to. I've tried. But I can't change the feeling. And it'll
be a lie to say I do if I don't. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Really truly, Jo? |
| JO |
: |
Really truly, dear. I don't think
I'll ever marry. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Oh, yes. You will. Yes, you will.
You'll meet some good-for-nothing, no-account idiot, and you'll
fall in love with him, and work and live and die for him. I know
you will. It's your way. And I'll have to stand by and see it.
Well, I'll be hanged if I do! |
| JO |
: |
Laurie, where are you going? |
| LAURIE |
: |
To the devil, and I hope you'll
be sorry. |
| JO |
: |
Laurie, please …. |
| (Jo at window sill) |
| (01:19:42) |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Jo, why aren't you in bed? It's
late. |
| JO |
: |
Mother. Mother, I … I want to go
away. I mean, just for a little while. I don't know. I … I feel
restless, and anxious to be doing something. I'd like to hop
a little way, and try my wings. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Where would you hop? |
| JO |
: |
To New York. Oh, I've thought about
it a lot lately. You can spare me now, and I can go to Mrs. Kirke's
and help her with the children for part of my board. It wouldn't
cost much and I'd…. I'd see and hear new things and get …. get
a lot of new ideas for my stories. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
I don't doubt it. Jo, nothing's
happened between you and Laurie? Don't be surprised, dear. Mother's
have to have sharp eyes, especially when their daughters keep
their troubles to themselves. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, Marmee. I would have told you.
Only I thought it would blow over. And … it seemed kind of wrong
to tell Laurie's poor little secret. Oh. It's only that he's
go a foolish romantic notion in his head, and I think …. I think
that if I go away for a time, he may get over it. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
I see. And how do you feel about
this foolish romantic notion? |
| JO |
: |
I love him dearly, as I always have.
And I feel as though I've … as though I've stabbed my dearest
friend. And yet, I … I don't want to make a mistake. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
You're right, Jo. I think it would
be a good idea for both your sakes. Now come to bed dear. I'll
talk to father about it. If he agrees, we'll write to Mrs. Kirke.
Good night. |
| JO |
: |
Good night, Marmee. |
| (01:21:52) |
| (in New York) |
| (01:21:58) |
| MRS. KIRKE |
: |
Now, my dear, I think I've told
you everything. And it shall be a great load off my mind knowing
the children are safe with you. I'm very busy, so I'll have Mamie
show you to your room. Mamie! I've given you a little inside
room. It's all I have. But it has a table, and you can use it
for your writing. |
| JO |
: |
That's good. |
| MRS. KIRKE |
: |
Mamie! You must come down here some
after dinner and be sociable. I promised your mother I wouldn't
let you get homesick. And I've only the most refined people in
my house. Mamie! |
| MAMIE |
: |
Here I am, Mrs. Kirke. |
| MRS. KIRKE |
: |
Oh, Mamie. This is Miss Josephine.
Will you take her up to her room and find the children. |
| MAMIE |
: |
Yes. Ma'am. |
| MRS. KIRKE |
: |
I'll see you later, my dear. |
| MAMIE |
: |
Ah, right this way, please. Children,
children. They ain't a bad lot, but all my stars, they take a
deal o' handling. Minnie. Kitty. You heard me. Come on out. I
know where you are. |
| (01:23:08) |
| CHILDREN |
: |
(Scream) |
| TINA |
: |
He's gonna get me. He's gonna get
me. Eat Mamie, don't eat my baby. |
| (01:23:25) |
| MAMIE |
: |
Professor. Professor. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Oh. Oh, I beg your pardon, please.
I'm so sorry. |
| MAMIE |
: |
This is Miss. Josephine. What's
got you in charge now. And this is Professor Bhaer. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
How do you do? |
| JO |
: |
How do you do? |
| TINA |
: |
I want to play some more. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Oh, that is for Miss Josephine to
say. But I'm afraid we frightened her already. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, no. But I didn't expect to meet
a grizzly bear in the upper hall. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Ha, ha, ha, yes. Oh, no, no, Mamie,
wait, wait. The back is too young to carry such a heavy load.
Come on, children, let's play soldiers. Tina, you're the general.
You are the captain, and here lieutenant. Forward, march. So
we sing the chorus, from Atlanta to the sea, while we are marching
to the linen closet. |
| MAMIE |
: |
Oh, he's such a lovely man. I know
he must have been a gentleman sometime or other. But he's as
poor as a church mouse now. |
| JO |
: |
What does he do? |
| MAMIE |
: |
Oh, he's…he's a professor, see.
You know, learns 'em how they talk in foreign countries. I don't
know what good it does 'em when they're livin' right here. |
| (01:23:25) |
| (01:23:25) |
1:26:24
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Oh, oh, good evening, my little
friend. Good evening. |
| JO |
: |
Please don't stop. It was beautiful.
I've heard you play it often and wanted to ask you what it was.
I'd so like to send it to my little sister. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
"Nur wer die Sehnsucht kennt."
The words are by Goethe. Do you speak German? Oh, well, then
I better give it to you in English. Let me see now. Ah, "Nur
wer die Sehnsucht kennt" Yah, yah, yah. "Only who knows
what longing is can know what I suffer." ""weiβ、was
ich leide" "Alone and parted far from joy and gladness.
My senses fail. Burning fire devours me". |
| JO |
: |
My senses fail. A burning fire devours
me. I know how he felt. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Tchaikovsky did also. That's why
he wrote this beautiful heart-breaking music. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, if only I could write something
like that. Something splendid that would set other hearts on
fire. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
That is genius. Ah, you wish to
write, my little friend? |
| JO |
: |
Yes, that's my longing. I've sold
two stories already since I've been here. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Oh, that's very good. I like to
read them. May I? |
| JO |
: |
Oh, would you? I'd so like to know
your opinion. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Oh, I would be very happy. You have
that ardent spirit, right? I like that. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, what shall I ask for at the
music shop? |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
"Nur wer die Sehnsucht kennt". |
| JO |
: |
"Nur wer die…" |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
"Sehnsucht" |
| JO |
: |
"Sehnsucht" |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Haha. I think I better write it
down for you. Oh, no. Here is a teacher without pencil? |
| JO |
: |
Oh, let me sew that button for you,
before you lose it. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Oh, no. I sew on buttons. I, I … |
| JO |
: |
Not very well, evidently. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Well, |
| (in the nursery) |
| (01:29:24) |
| JO |
: |
Who was Goldilocks? A little girl? |
| TINA |
: |
Yes. |
| JO |
: |
And she… |
| TINA |
: |
And she… |
| JO |
: |
…went into their house. |
| TINA |
: |
…went into their, into their house. |
| JO |
: |
…and saw three chairs. |
| TINA |
: |
…and saw three chairs. |
| JO |
: |
…three chairs. |
| TINA |
: |
…three chairs. One was a baby one.
One was the Daddy one. And one was the Mommy one. |
| JO |
: |
Uh huh. So she sat down in the big
one. |
| TINA |
: |
And it was too hard and she… |
| MAMIE |
: |
Miss Josephine, you're to go down
to the parlor right away. Someone to see you. |
| JO |
: |
Who is it? |
| MAMIE |
: |
I can't tell you. It's a surprise. |
| JO |
: |
All right, children, that'll be
all for today. Now run along and wash your hands and faces for
tea. |
| TINA |
: |
I'll tell you the story tomorrow. |
| JO |
: |
All right. Who is it, Mamie? |
| MAMIE |
: |
I can't tell you. It's a surprise.
Is these some of your new stories? Oh, they look creepier than
Duke Storber. Can I read them? |
| JO |
: |
Yes, if you want to. |
| MAMIE |
: |
"The Priest of the Coventries"
or "the Secret of a Guilty Heart" by Josephine March. |
| (Down in the parlor) |
| (01:30:43) |
| JO |
: |
Then it's true. Amy. |
| AMY |
: |
Darling. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, ma… |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
Now, Josephine. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, I'm so glad to see you. |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
Sit down here. |
| JO |
: |
Tell me everything. |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
We can't stop now. We've got to
get to the shipping office 'fore it closes. |
| JO |
: |
Shipping office, Aunt March? Europe? |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
Taking Amy with me. Well, maybe
you can go next time. |
| JO |
: |
Next time? Well, tell me, um, is
Meg all right and, and Mummy and father? And how's my Beth? |
| AMY |
: |
She's better again but she isn't
rosy as she used to be. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, my poor Beth. Why doesn't she
get strong? And, and Laurie? |
| AMY |
: |
Why didn't you see them when they
were here? He and his grandfather have been in Europe for weeks. |
| JO |
: |
Laurie in New York? And didn't come
to see me? |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
I'm sure you can't blame him. After
the way you picked up and trotted off without so much as saying
good bye to any of us. I think you've treated everybody shamefully.
Come along, Amy. |
| AMY |
: |
Oh, Jo, dear. I, I wish it were
you. I know how you've always longed to go. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, no, darling. It's your award.
You've always done sweet things to please Aunt March, and think
of all the wonderful things you're going to see. The 'Turner's,
and 'LaFiero's, and 'Leonardo's. |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
Amy, you seem to forget waiting
cabs cost money. That's the trouble with folks who never had
anything. Easy come, easy go. Be right back, Josephine. |
| JO |
: |
Good bye, darling. |
| (01:33:04) |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Miss Josephine, Miss Josephine. |
| JO |
: |
Yes, Professor Bhaer. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
I have read your stories, and I
would like to return them to you. Will you please come in? |
| JO |
: |
Ah, yes. Thank you. Did you like
them? |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Well, Miss March, I must be honest.
I was disappointed. Why do you write such artificial characters,
such, such artificial plots, villains, murderers, and, and, and
such women? Why don't you write a…? |
| JO |
: |
(cries) |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
What? Oh, Miss March, please. I'm
so sorry now. Oh, I didn't want to hurt you. I, I wanted to help
you. What a blundering fool I… |
| JO |
: |
No, it isn't that. Oh, please don't
pay any attention to me, please. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Oh. Forgive me. Now. Please come,
sit down. What?. Forgive me. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, no, no. It is just that everything
seems to come at once. Oh, the rest doesn't matter so much. I
can bear that. But Laurie, I can never get over Laurie. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Oh, herr Laurie. Your friend? Something
has happened to him? |
| JO |
: |
Yes. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Oh. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, no, no, no. Something's happened
to me. He came to New York and he didn't even come to see me. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
What a fool he must be! |
| JO |
: |
Oh, no. No, it's my fault. But I
thought that…Oh, why does it matter what I thought? I made a
mess of it as I do of everything. But I have tried. And when
I think of Aunt March taking Amy to Europe, when she always promised
she'd take me. Not that I begrudge Amy the trip, but…. Well,
I suppose that's just what I'm just doing. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Oh, that trip to Europe. That's
you so looked forward to. That is too bad. That is a cruel disappointment,
I know. And on top of it, that stupid professor comes blundering
and makes things worse. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, no, no. No, if I can't stand
the truth, I'm worth anything. Oh, I didn't think those stories
were so very good. But you see, well, the Duke's Daughter paid
the butcher's bill and the Curse of the Coventries was the blessing
of the Marches, because it sent Marmee and Beth to the seashore. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Yes, that's what I have thought.
And then, I had said to myself. I, I maybe have no… no right
to speak. But then again, I said to myself I maybe have no right
to be silent. For Miss March, you have talent. |
| JO |
: |
No. Do you really think so? |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Otherwise, I could not say it. And
you know it. Und I say to you. Sweep mud on the street first
before you are false to that talent. Say to yourself, "I
will never write one single line which I have not heard in my
own heart." Say to yourself, "While I am young, I will
write these simple beautiful things that I understand now, and,
and maybe later, when I'm a little bit older, and I have, have
felt life more, then I will write about these poor wretches,
but I will make them live and, and breathe like my Shakespeare
did." Will you do that, my little friend? |
| JO |
: |
Oh, yes. I'll try, but I don't think
I'll ever be a Shakespeare. Do you? |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
But you can be a Josephine March.
And I assure you that is plenty. |
| JO |
: |
Ah. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Oh, and now don't be disappointed
about that trip. No. Here. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, peppermint. Good. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Those of us who have been all over
the old world can find many things here in the new that are beautiful
and young if…Miss March, it would give me a great pleasure if
I could show you some of these things while you are here if you
would care to have so. And… |
| JO |
: |
Oh, thank you. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Well, then you are not angry with
the blundering professor who takes the wrong times for his lectures. |
| JO |
: |
How could I be? |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Auf Wiedersehen, my little friend. |
| (After the Opera) |
| (01:37:50) |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Did you really like it? |
| JO |
: |
I've never had so much fun. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
I'm so happy, my little friend. |
| JO |
: |
She was divine. I don't want to
be a writer any more. I want to be a wonderful singer. And thrill
thousands of people so that they cheer and throw flowers at me.
Like that. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Oh, Bravo, bravo. But I wouldn't
make up my mind so soon. Because at the art museum you wanted
to be a sculptor, and at the circus you thought the bareback
rider was the most beautiful thing in the world. |
| JO |
: |
I know but to sing like that. (sings)
Oh, I forgot. Oh, there's something inside me tonight that makes
me want to shout. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
And what would you shout? |
| JO |
: |
I'd say, "Look at me, world.
I'm Jo March, and I'm so happy." Oh. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
My little friend so happy. Then
you haven't missed much lately your home and your old friends? |
| JO |
: |
But you, you're responsible for
that. Oh, but maybe they haven't missed me so much, either. They're
so busy with Meg and those blessed babies. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Yes, yes. How are those remarkable
twins. |
| JO |
: |
Wonderful. Meg is so proud of them.
La, la, la… |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Have you heard from Europe? |
| JO |
: |
Yes. Nearly every boat brings a
letter from Amy. La, la, la… |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
And your friend? Her Laurie, have
you heard from him? |
| JO |
: |
Only through Amy. They met at Vichy
and had a wonderful time together. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Miss March, I am going to ask a
favor of you. Could you give me the address of your father? I
wish to write him and ask him something. |
| JO |
: |
Why, yes. He'd , he'd be so happy
to hear from you. They almost know you. I've told them all about
you and they always ask after you in their letters. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Oh, really? |
| JO |
: |
Yes. Now I'll show you. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
This is so nice. Not, I hope. |
| JO |
: |
It's Beth. She's… Oh, I, I must
go at once. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Oh, my friend, can I do something
for you? I am, I am sure there is something I can do. |
| JO |
: |
No, there's, there's nothing. Thank
you. |
| (At home) |
| (01:41:11) |
| BETH |
: |
Oh, Jo, to think you're home. If
Amy were here, we'd all be together. |
| JO |
: |
She'll be home in the spring, darling.
And I'm going to have you all well and rosy by then. |
| BETH |
: |
Oh, poor Jo. You mustn't be afraid.
Doesn't that sound funny, me saying that to you, when you've
always said it to me. Ah, you've always reminded me of a sea
gull, Jo. Strong and wild, and fond of the wind and storm, dreaming
of flying far out to sea. And Mother always said that I was like
a little cricket, chirping contentedly on the hearth, never able
to bear the thought of leaving home. But now, it's different.
I, I can't express it very well. I shouldn't try to. Anyone but
you. Because I, I can't speak out to anyone but my Jo. But I'm
not afraid any more. I'm learning that I don't lose you. That
you'll be more to me than ever. And nothing can part us. Though
it seems to. Oh, Jo, I think I'll be homesick for you…even in
heaven. |
| (by Beth's bed) |
| BETH |
: |
Little love. |
| (Everyone around Beth's bed.) |
| MEG |
: |
I'm afraid they're tiring you. |
| BETH |
: |
Oh, no. |
| MEG |
: |
But it's time for my little regiment
to take its nap. |
| BETH |
: |
They're sweet. I think I can sleep
now. Oh, look, Jo. My birds. They got back in time. |
| JO |
: |
Bethy, Bethy. Mother! |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Bethy. |
| MR. MARCH |
: |
My daughter. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
Bethy, Bethy. |
| JO |
: |
No, no. Marmee. No. We mustn't cry.
We must be glad she's well at last. No, Marmee, don't cry. |
| (In Europe) |
| (01:45:32) |
| AMY |
: |
If only there were another boat
leaving sooner. |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
Now, my dear, you've been so brave.
You must be patient. We're going back on the very first boat.
I still think you should obey your mother and stay. |
| AMY |
: |
I know, but I'm sick for home, Aunt
March. I hate all this now. If it weren't for this, I'd have
been there at least to say good bye. Laurie, Laurie. Oh, I knew
you'd come. |
| MR. LAURENCE |
: |
My child. |
| AMY |
: |
Mr. Laurence. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Amy, we were in Germany dear, and
Marmee's letter had to be forwarded, but I came the moment I
got it, because, well, you must comfort me now, too. |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
I'm thankful you're here. I haven't
known what to do with the child. Perhaps you can persuade her
to stay. |
| (Jo ironing on the porch) |
| JO |
: |
Ah, the elegant young matron. |
| MEG |
: |
Hello, Jo, dear. I'm setting off
in the little carriage and I'm going to make some calls. |
| JO |
: |
And you want me to mind the little
demons for you while you are gone? |
| MEG |
: |
No. I want you go with me? Oh, do
dear. It's a lovely day and I want to talk with you. |
| JO |
: |
Well, talk to me now. You know I
can't bare calls. |
| MEG |
: |
How's your story coming? |
| JO |
: |
Sent it off yesterday. |
| MEG |
: |
Without us reading it? |
| JO |
: |
Well, you can read it when they
send it back. |
| MEG |
: |
Oh, Jo, I had a letter from Amy. |
| JO |
: |
So did Marmee. |
| MEG |
: |
They're in Val Rosa now, she say
it's at a paradise. Jo, I want to ask you something. I've been
wondering. How would you feel if, if you should hear that your
Laurie were learning to care for somebody else? |
| JO |
: |
Meg, who? Amy? |
| MEG |
: |
Of course I don't know. I, I can't
be sure. I'm only reading between the lines. Then you wouldn't
mind? |
| JO |
: |
Oh, no, Meg. How could I? I think
it would be wonderful. Don't you? |
| MEG |
: |
Yes, but I wasn't quite sure. Oh,
forgive me, dear. But, but I have so much and you, you seem so
alone. I thought lately that maybe if Laurie came back. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, no, no, dear. It's better as
it is. And I'm glad if he and Amy are learning to love each other.
Oh, you're right about one thing, though. I am lonely. And maybe
if Laurie had come back, I might have said yes. Not because I
love him any differently, but because…well, because it means
more to me now, to be loved, than it used to. |
| (Jo is asleep on the attic sofa) |
| (01:49:14) |
| JO |
: |
Laurie, oh, my Laurie. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Oh, Jo, dear. Are you glad to see
me? |
| JO |
: |
Glad? Oh, my blessed boy. Words
can't express my gladness. And where's your wife? |
| LAURIE |
: |
Oh, they all stopped in at Meg's,
but I couldn't wait to see you. They'll be along presently. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, let me look at you. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Oh, don't I look like a married
man, and the head of a family? Huh? |
| JO |
: |
Not a bit. And you never will. Though
you have grown bigger and bonnier. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Ah. |
| JO |
: |
But you're the same scape grace
as ever. Despite that very elegant mustache, you can't fool me. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Oh, really, Jo. You ought to treat
me with more respect. Really! Ah, Jo, dear, I want to say one
thing and then put it back forever. Ah… |
| JO |
: |
Oh, no, darling, if you… I think
it has always meant to be. You and Amy. And it would have come
about naturally if only you'd waited. |
| LAURIE |
: |
As you tried to make me understand. |
| JO |
: |
But you never could be patient. |
| LAURIE |
: |
So then we can go back to the happy
old times, the way you wanted, when we first knew one another. |
| JO |
: |
No. We, we never can be boy and
girl again, Laurie. Those happy old times can't come back. And
we shouldn't expect them to. We're man and woman now. We can't
be playmates any longer. But we can be brother and sister to
love and help one another all the rest of our lives. Can't we,
Laurie? Oh, there they are. |
| (01:51:11) |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
You look very well, Aunt March. |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
After all the money I've spent on
my Rheumatism, I come home on a day like this. |
| HANNAH |
: |
Heaven's to Betsy! If she ain't
dressed in silk from head to foot. |
| AMY |
: |
Oh, where is she? Where is Jo? Jo. |
| JO |
: |
Amy. |
| LAURIE |
: |
Doesn't she look marvelous, Jo. |
| (Everyone exchanges greetings) |
| AMY |
: |
Poor Jo. I'll never forgive myself
for staying away so long and leaving you to bare everything. |
| JO |
: |
Darling. To think that only yesterday
we were pulling our hair and buttoning our pinafores. And now
she is a grown-up married lady with a bustle. |
| AUNT MARCH |
: |
Spent all my money and didn't have
anything decent to eat the whole time. |
| MRS. MARCH |
: |
You must be famished. I'll help
Hanna with tea. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, no, you won't, Marmee. You'll
sit right here. I'll help Hanna. |
| (Jo preying to Beth) |
| JO |
: |
It's fun, isn't it, Bethy? Now that
we're all together again. |
| HANNA |
: |
Oh, dear. Oh, dear. I've got to
get some milk. I got nothing for the baby. |
| JO |
: |
I'll go. |
| HANNA |
: |
But it's raining cats and dogs. |
| JO |
: |
I love it. |
| HANNA |
: |
Oh, sakes alive. There's the front
door bell. |
| (At the front door) |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
How do you do? Is this the residence
of Miss March? |
| HANNA |
: |
Oh, yes. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Miss Josephine March? |
| HANNA |
: |
Yes, yes. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
May I speak with her? |
| HANNA |
: |
Well, she's out. But I'm expecting
her back any minute. Would you come in? |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Thank you, thank you. Oh, no, no,
no, thank you. She has guests. No. Thank you very much. But uh,
will you please give this to her and tell that Professor Bhaer
left it. Thank you. Professor Bhaer. Thank you very much. Good
bye. |
| HANNA |
: |
Good bye. |
1:53:35
| JO |
: |
Oh, Herr Professor. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
My little friend. I… I was just
here to leave you a book. I wanted to tell you my friend published
it, and, and he has great hope. He thinks it… |
| JO |
: |
Oh, never mind what he thinks. Did
you like it? |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Oh, my little friend, it has such
truth, such simple beauty. It… In English quick, I cannot tell
you what it gives my heart. |
| JO |
: |
But you were going without telling
me. If I hadn't come back, I never would have seen you again.
Oh, but come. You're getting wet. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
I couldn't intrude. You have guests. |
| JO |
: |
Oh, no, only my family. My sister's
just come home. She's married, you know, with that boy I told
you about. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Herr Laurie? |
| JO |
: |
Yes. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Oh. |
| JO |
: |
It's the first time they've been
together for a long time. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Oh, please, please. Just, just one
moment, before… I have a wish to ask you something. Would you…
oh… I… I… I have no courage to think that… but… but… but could
I dare hope that…I… I… I know I shouldn't make so free as to
ask. I have nothing to give but my heart so full and… and these
empty hands. |
| JO |
: |
They're not empty now. |
| PROFESSOR |
: |
Oh, dearest. |
| JO |
: |
Welcome home. |
| (01:55:55.) |