All language subtitles for Little.Women.1994.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC5.1-[YTS.MX]

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GIRL: Is this too fast? BOY: Harder!

[BOTH GIGGLING]

JO: My sisters and I remember
that winter

as the coldest of our childhood.

A temporary poverty had settled
upon our family some years before.

The war had made fuel
and lamp oil scarce

but necessity is indeed
the mother of invention.

Somehow in that dark time

our family, the March family

seemed to create its own light.

Marmee! Marmee's home!

[???]

AMY: Marmee! JO: Marmee!

We waited and waited! We've been
expectorating you for hours!

- Have you, my darling?
- "Expecting," featherhead.

Oh, Marmee, you're frozen - Yes.

If you could see the people lined up
outside Hope House in this bitter cold.

Your cheeks are so warm Thank you, Cricket
Are you finished the Christmas bundles?

So many this year
We were handing out...

- Oh, how is your cold?
- Better.

Good We were handing out food as
quickly as we could make up the baskets.

- Miss Amy, what is this in my pocket?
- AMY: Father!

[AMY GASPS
THEN MARMEE CHUCKLE S]

"My dearest family, I am well and safe.

Our battalion is encamped
on the Potomac".

Potomac - Potomac.

"December makes a hard, cold season
for all of us so far from home

I think of my girls day and night

and find my best comfort
in your affection

I pray that your own hardships
will not be too great to bear.

Give them all my dear love and a kiss.

Tell them I think of them by day,
pray for them by night...

Poor father - I'm a selfish girl.

Aw Little ones.

It's Christmas Eve
Father wouldn't want us to be sad now

[PIANO PLAYING]

ALL: ♪ Ding-dong merrily on high
In heaven the bells are ringing ♪

♪ Ding-dong merrily the sky
Is riven with angels singing ♪

♪ Gloria ♪

♪ Hosanna in excelsis ♪

To bed, Miss Amy
Merry Christmas, sweetheart.

Merry Christmas.

♪ Let steeple bells be swungen ♪

♪ And io, io, io ♪

- MRS MARCH: Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

♪ Gloria ♪

Merry Christmas, Beth.

Love you - I love you.

♪ Hosanna in excelsis ♪

- My Jo Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas, Marmee.

♪ Hosanna in excelsis? ♪

And don't sit up too late

I won't.

♪ May you beautifully rhyme ♪

♪ Your eve-time song, ye singers? ♪

[???]

JO: Late at night, my mind would
come alive with voices and stories

and friends as dear to me
as any in the real world

I gave myself up to it,
longing for transformation.

Oh, what miraculous food.

- Isn't this just like the old days, Hannah?
- Oh

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

We shouldn't eat it
We should just look at it

I'm going to eat it - Ha-ha-ha

Jo? Jo, come down

[PLAYING UPBEAT TUNE]

JO: I'm awake! Horrible piano.

Hannah's put together
an absolute Christmas miracle.

Is that sausage?

MEG: Wait.

AMY: Butter! Oh, isn't butter divinity?

Oh, God, thank you for this breakfast

Jo, angel, fetch your Marmee.

She went out at the crack of dawn
to see some Germans.

Hummel, the boy said
Not a word of English.

His da's gone Six children,
and she's about to issue another.

May as well take them a stick of firewood.

Sure they haven't got any.

Or breakfast either.

Perhaps we could send
the Hummels our bread.

Might as well send the butter too
Butter's not much use

without bread to put it on

[???]

Oh, wonderful snow.

Don't you wish you could
roll about in it like dogs?

Once one of our finest families.

JO: Lovely weather for a picnic!

MR LAURENCE: Come along,
Theodore We'll be late for church.

Jo, you should let them speak first
What will they think of us?

Oh, don't look back.

♪ Here we come a-wassailing
Among the leaves so green ♪

♪ And here we come a-wandering
So fair as to be seen ♪

♪ Love and joy come to you
And to you your wassail too ♪

♪ And God bless you
And send you a happy new year ♪

♪ And God send you A happy new year? ♪

[GIRLS LAUGHING]

[???]

JO: Knights and ladies, elves and pages,
monks and flower girls

all mingled gaily in the dance.

Pauline cried out in horror
as her bridegroom's mask fell,

disclosing not her lover, Ferdinand

but the face of his sworn enemy,
Count Antonio.

'Revenge is mine, ' quoth he...

Continued in the following edition.

Excellent installment, Mr Snodgrass.

- Oh, I love forbidden marriages.
- You ought to publish it, Jo.

Really Not just in the Pickwick Portfolio.

Mr Tupman, are you demeaning
our fine newspaper?

Mr Winkle AMY: Ahem

[CLEARS THROAT]

"One periwink... Advertisement."

"One periwinkle sash
belonging to Mr N Winkle

has been abscondated
from the wash line

which gentleman desires
any reports leading to its recovery".

Gentlemen of the press, hear, hear

[KNOCKING]

I call to your attention our Mr Tupman's
"The History of the Squash".

- Oh, don't read mine.
- Beth, this isn't a story It's a recipe.

Oh, dear, I never know what to write.

First rule of writing, Mr Tupman,
is never write what you know.

What do we think of the boy?

Is he a captive like Smee
in Nicholas Nickleby?

He looks lonely
You don't think he'll try to call?

Maybe he has a secret
A tragic, European secret.

He's had no upbringing at all, they say.

He was reared in Italy
among artists and vagrants.

Doesn't he have a noble brow?

If I were a boy,
I'd wanna look just like that.

Imagine giving up Italy
to come live with that awful old man.

Oh, Jo, please don't say "awful" It's slang

I'd be terrified to live with him.

[PLAYING S LOW TUNE]

MEG: I shouldn't mind living in such
a fine house, and having nice things.

Oh, it doesn't seem
like Christmas this year without presents.

I'm desperate for drawing pencils.

I wish I didn't have to work for
Great-Aunt March, that crabby old miser.

And you, Beth
What's your Christmas wish?

I'd like the war to end
so father can come home.

Oh, sweet Beth We all want that.

They do have a beautiful piano.

Wait till I'm a writer
I'll buy you the best piano in creation.

And if she doesn't,
you can come over and play mine.

When I marry,
I'm going to be disgustingly rich.

And what if the man you love
is a poor man, but good like father?

Well, it isn't like being stuck
with the dreadful nose you get.

One does have a choice
to whom one loves.

BETH: You have a lovely nose.

Well, I wouldn't marry for the money

I mean, what if his business goes bust?

Besides, down at the Eagle,
they pay $5 for each story they print.

Why, I have 10 stories
in my head right now.

Gentlemen, I dislike all this money talk
It isn't refined.

Well, if lack of attention to personal
finances is a mark of refinement

then I'd say the Marches
are the most elegant family in Concord

[CHUCKLES]

We'll all grow up someday, Meg.

We might as well know what we want

[???]

That'll do, that'll do Put the carriage
away, and look smart about it.

MAN: Very good, sir.

BOY: Merry Christmas.

MEG: I have the most wonderful feeling
about tonight

Meg and Jo, you have to tell me
everything about Belle Gardiner.

What her nose looks like
and about her ring

Annie Gardiner says it's an emerald.

Can you imagine?
Everyone's lucky but me

I'm glad I don't have to go
and be with all those frightening people

- and try to think of things to say.
- Hush now.

Oh, mind you, Jo,
don't eat much at supper.

And don't shake hands with people
It isn't the thing anymore.

- Jo, your dress!
- Oh, I know!

You always stand too close to the fire.

Oh, dear
Well, just keep your backside to the wall

Meg, look What cunning little heels.

BETH: They're rather small.

MEG:
That's all right It's only for one night.

You don't suppose anyone will notice
they came out of the rag bag, do you?

Mm-mm You have to have heels.

Ow

[SNIFFING]

What's that strange smell?

Like burnt feathers

[SNIFFING]

[ALL SCREAMING]

- HANNAH: Heavens above.
- You've ruined me

I'm sorry I'm sorry
You shouldn't have had me do it.

Meg, don't worry It'll grow back
JO: I spoil everything

[GASPS]

I can't go out like this.

Well, good! I'm not going either.

AMY:
Here, we'll place my bow in front Ooh.

BETH: Yes, that covers it
AMY: It's very becoming, Meg

I'll never have any suitors
I'll just be a dried-up old spinster.

You don't need scores of suitors
You only need one, if he's the right one.

Listen to the child

Meg isn't going to
be married right away, is she?

[ME G SCOFF S]

With Jo's help, I never will

[???]

- Oh, you must be so happy.
- Oh, Belle, it's enchanting

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

Well, I best go and help Mama
Excuse me.

WOMAN 1: I think it's Mrs Barkley.

She's going to try it Watch her.

WOMAN 2: Oh, yes, I would like it
very much That's very kind.

WOMAN 3: Ooh! Ooh

[GASPS]

Jehoshaphat! I'm sorry.

No, no, stay
It's not a bad hiding place, is it?

You see, I don't know anyone

so I feel awkward
just standing and staring at people.

Should I put on my jacket?
I never know the rules.

Uh, um, I'm Laurie

Theodore Laurence, but I'm called Laurie

Jo March Um...

So who were you staring at?

You, actually
What game were you playing?

Ha, ha I don't know, but I think I won.

- Who else?
- Well, I was

I was quite taken with that one

[WALTZ MUSIC PLAYING]

That's Meg That's my sister.

She's completely bald in front.

Is it true that you lived in Italy
among artists and vagrants?

Heh Well, my mother was Italian
A pianist.

Grandfather disapproved of her - Truly?

I saw a play like that once
Do you like the theater?

Oh, yes - Were you born there?

Where? In... Heh In Italy.

- Do you speak French or Italian?
- English at home

[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

The music conservatory in Vevey.

But grandfather's having me tutored now.

- He insists I go to college.
- Oh, I'd commit murder to go to college.

Mm.

Actually, I'm going to Europe.

Well, at least I hope I am My Great-Aunt
March says she'll go one of these days

and she has to take me with her
because I work as her companion

I have to read to her for hours and hours.

- But I do all the voices Heh.
- Heh, heh I'll bet you do.

If I weren't going to be a writer,
I'd go to New York and pursue the stage.

- Are you shocked?
- Very

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

MEG: Ow - Sorry

[JO & LAURIE LAUGHING]

I'm sorry Meg always makes me
take the gentleman's part at home.

It's a shame you don't know
the lady's part.

[JO SHRIEK S
THEN BOTH CHUCKLING]

Are you looking
at the back of my dress, you cheat?

LAURIE: It doesn't look so bad Honestly.

JO: You promised you wouldn't look.

Oh, Jo Jo, I've sprained my ankle

I shouldn't wonder, in those shoes
Does it hurt?

Oh, no, no I'm quite well, thank you.

Well, this is our neighbor,
Laurie, the captive.

Oh, poor Meg I'll go tell Mrs Gardiner.

Oh, no, Jo S he'll think
I've been sampling the punch.

- A perfectly good party ruined.
- Well, I have my carriage.

Let me take you home - Oh, yes!

Oh, no, thank you

[MOUTHS]

Thank you.

MRS MARCH: Here, lean on me.

Thank you, Mr Laurence
That's very kind of you.

LAURIE: Not at all JO: Goodbye, Laurie.

- Good night, Mrs March.
- Meg, wherever did you get this shoe?

Did you ride in his carriage?
Oh, you two have all the luck.

- Oh, Jo, is he very romantic?
- Not in the slightest.

Well, we're very much obliged to him,
but he's a dreadful boy.

Well, he did a good deed
putting snow on this ankle.

- He put snow on your ankle?
- To bed, Miss Amy.

- With his own hands?
- Oh, stop being so swoony

I won't have my girls
being silly about boys To bed Jo, dear.

Does this hurt?

- Everything lovely happens to Meg.
- Oh, yes indeed!

You mustn't be soppy about Laurie
any more than you should be soppy

about those silly girls at school

- I hope we shall be good friends with him.
- With a boy?

He isn't a boy He's Laurie

[???]

[GRUNTING]

JO: Faster!

Faster! Ha, ha.

Faster! AMY: Laurie!

[AMY YELLING]

[GIRLS LAUGHING
AND LAURIE GRUNTING]

[LAUGHING]

Your young ladies
are unusually active, Mrs March,

if I may say so MRS MARCH: Ha.

You may indeed, Mr Brooke.

It's my opinion that young girls
are no different than boys

in their need for exertion.

Feminine weakness
and fainting spells are the direct result

of our confining young girls to the house

bent over their needlework
in restrictive corsets.

[WHISPER S] Marmee - Oh.

- BETH: Laurie.
- Your young student is an athlete.

He is, thank you, a good one.

But he makes an unruly scholar

I regret that his grandfather
is away much.

[LAURIE GRUNT S
AND GIRL S LAUGHING]

One hopes that your girls
will be a gentling influence.

Indeed, Mr Brooke LAURIE: No!

Marmee, must you speak
to everyone about corsets?

Oh, Meg.

Do I?

[LAURIE & GIRLS LAUGHING]

JO: Blast these wretched skirts!

AMY: Don't say "blast" and "wretch"

Amy, don't be such a ninny-pinny

I wish I was Beth so I could stay home
and do pleasant things.

Oh, if you call doing laundry
and housework pleasant.

Blast.

MEG: Amy, hurry I'll be late for work.

There's Mrs King I'm tardy again.

Lovely children.

Oh, Meg, must I go to school?
I'm so degradatated

I can hardly hold my head up
I owe at least a dozen limes.

- Limes?
- Are limes the fashion now?

Of course they are
It's nothing but limes now.

Everyone keeps them in their desks,
and trades them for beads and things.

And all the girls treat each other
at recess.

If you don't bring limes to school, you're
nothing You might as well be dead

I've had ever so many limes,
and I can't pay anyone back.

Well, no wonder you don't learn
anything at that school

I know how it feels to do
without any little luxuries

Meg!

But we are not destitute, not yet.

Here's a quarter Marmee gave me
the rag money this month.

Go on

[???]

JO: "Secondly, the immortality of the soul"

is asserted to be in consequence

of its immateriality

as in all leipothymic cases

consistent with the idea of immortality

"and immorality, and physicality"

[WHISPERING]
And I think you finally dozed off

[SNORING]

[CRYING]

[???]

AUNT MARCH:
Josephine, there's a draft!

[DO G BARKING]

[AMY CRYING]

Is it father?

Teacher struck me.

He put the limes out into the snow - Oh.

[KI SS E S]

May Chester said my limes must
have been donated to Hope House.

And then I said that she wouldn't
get a single lime from me.

And then she told Mr Davis
they were hidden in my desk

and then he struck me.

We ought to go over there and beat
the tar out of him with his own stick!

Jo, we must not embrace violence.

- No, I will write this man a letter.
- A letter? That'll show him.

MEG: You failed to mention to me
they were forbidden.

A whole month's rag money?

- Amy, I shouldn't have given it to you.
- I'm sorry.

All those lovely limes
I'm perfectly desolated.

MRS MARCH:
Well, I'm not sorry you lost them.

It's a frivolous concern
in times like these.

You are more intent upon reshaping
your dear little nose

than in fashioning your character.

JO: It's an appalling school
Your spelling's atrocious,

your Latin absurd.

Mr Davis said it was as useful to educate
a woman as to educate a female cat.

I really must strangle Mr Davis.

"Mr Davis."

What right have you to strike a child?

In God's eyes, we are all children
and we are all equals.

If you hit and humiliate a child,
the only lesson she will learn

"is to hit and humiliate"

Amy, do you think you can
discipline yourself

to learn at home as Beth has done?

"I withdraw my daughter Amy
from your school."

It serves the scoundrel right

Jo will now supervise your education.

[SIGH S]

[???]

Jo, tell me what happens next

after the duke turns his back on
his family fortune and saves Lady Zara.

Don't know It's all murder and gore.

- The damsel's in distress.
- Oh, I love your damsels in distress.

Oh, Beth, truly, I don't know
if I could ever be good like Marmee.

I rather crave violence.

If only I could be like Father

and go to war and stand up
to the lions of injustice.

And so Marmee does in her own way.

Yes.

But I want to do something different

I don't know what it is yet,
but I'm on the watch for it.

You will find it, Jo.

Hello! Jo!

Come over here You too, Meg
It's dull as tombs around here.

Mr Laurence, one doesn't shout at ladies
as if they were cattle

[LAUGHING]

My apologies!

[CATS MEOWING]

All right

[WRITING]

[SIGH HAND WRITING STOPS]

What do those girls do
over there all day?

Over the mysteries of female life,

there is drawn a veil best left undisturbed

[???]

[MR BROOKE HUMMING]

MEG: Oh, dear countess, pray for me,

for I have sinned against meself
and me brother Rodrigo.

You've got to say "sinned"
as if you've really sinned.

Sinned Sinned

Rodrigo.

You arrive seeking
the Duke of Lancashire.

Hark ye Who goes there?

Oh, I forgot the cymbals.

Why it's... It's Rodrigo!

Rodrigo - I want to be Lady Violet

I'm exhaustified of being the boy.

The play is the thing, Amy
You're too little to be Lady Violet.

Here, be the Countess de Montanescu.

- You don't have any lines.
- Besides, who would be our Rodrigo?

Ahem Gentlemen Ahem.

I propose the admission
of a new member to our theatrical society

Theodore Laurence We'll put it to a vote.

Nay He'll laugh at our acting,
and poke fun at us later.

He'll think it's only a game.

No, he won't
Upon my word as a gentleman

Jo, when it's only ladies, we don't guard
our conduct in the same way.

We bear our souls and tell
the most appalling secrets.

He would find us improper.

Oh, Teddy would do nothing of the sort.

Oh, please Let's try him.

Shall we?

[LAURIE LAUGHS THEN GIRLS GASP]

Jo! AMY: Jo, you traitor!

Fellow artists, may I present myself

as an actor, a musician, and a loyal,

- and very humble servant of the club.
- We'll be the judge of that.

In token of my gratitude,
and as a means of promoting

communication between
adjoining nations,

shouting from windows
being forbidden, I shall provide

a post office in our hedge

to further encourage
the baring of our souls

and the telling
of our most appalling secrets.

I do pledge

never to reveal
what I receive in confidence here.

Well, then

do take your place, Rodrigo.

Sir Rodrigo

[???]

[ALL LAUGHING]

JO: And so Laurie was admitted
as an equal into our society

and we March girls could enjoy
the daily novelty

of having a real brother of our very own

[GASPS]

I want to go to the theater
I never get to go anywhere.

You're too little Beth, where in tarnation
are Marmee's opera glasses?

AMY: I'm not too little
You're just hogging Laurie.

Please, can't I go?

Oh, Amy, I'm afraid Laurie
only reserved four seats.

Do I look too shabby?

Oh, Jehoshaphat, Meg,
this isn't a coronation.

It's just Laurie and that awful Mr Brooke

Jo, can't you ask Teddy
to get another ticket?

No.

You have a cold, dear Rest your eyes

Evangeline and I will make
you some ginger tea.

You're weeks behind in algebra.

Now, I want you to do all the pages
that I've marked

I won't have a sister
who's a lazy ignoramus.

And don't sulk You look like a pigeon

[COOING]

Good night - Mm.

You'll be sorry for this, Jo March!

[???]

[CARRIAGE APPROACHING]

MAN: Whoa Whoa, there.

Oh Thank you.

Oh, Mrs Nell Watson
Wasn't she a wonderful swooner?

If only I were the swooning type.

If only I were the catching type.

Young Laurence informs me that you are
an aficionado of the theater, Miss March.

Well, I I enjoy reading plays - Yes

I find it most pleasurable, myself.

Though, I confess,
I'm distracted at the theater

thinking of the peculiar lives
of the actors themselves.

When one considers the immodesties
Mrs Nell Watson suffers,

one wonders what sort of lady
would seek such a life

Meg is a sensational actress.

We're always putting on wild theatricals.

Oh, it's just something that we play at

[LAURIE LAUGHS]

MR BROOKE: Well, as a matter of fact,
at school, I engaged in debating.

What do you think of that?
Let's see what they do

[BOTH LAUGHING]

[MR BROOKE
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

- I had a wonderful time, Mr Brooke.
- As did I.

It was a most delightful evening.

- And I'd very much like...
- Thank you very much Good night.

Oh, good night - Good night.

[SIGH S]

- That was rude.
- You plastered yourself on him.

It's proper to take a gentleman's arm
if it's offered.

MRS MARCH:
How was the theater? Amusing?

It was wonderful I was absolutely
inspired by the love scene.

You look flushed, Meg, dear
Was the theater overcrowded?

Still sulking?

[SIGH S]

[WHISPERING]
Beth, where did I put my manuscript?

Beth

[???]

[IN NORMAL VOICE] No No No.

AMY: I didn't do it!

I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna kill you!

AMY: Marmee, help me!
JO: I'm gonna kill you! Do you hear me?

- How could you do this to me?
- AMY: Marmee!

- Marmee!
- Jo!

- Jo, stop it You're hurting her.
- Marmee! Aah!

- Marmee!
- MRS MARCH: Jo! Jo! Let go of her!

- What's happened? Jo All right.
- I hate you! I hate you!

Jo No, Jo!

Don't touch it Let it go, sweetheart.

Come, just let it go.

[AMY SOBBING]

You're dead! You're nothing!

I never want to see you again!

[???]

It is a very great loss,
and you have every right to be put out.

But don't let the sun go down
upon your anger.

Forgive each other
Begin again tomorrow, huh?

I will never forgive her.

I'm sorry, Jo

[???]

[CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

JO: Looks like the last
ice we'll have this year.

Say "go"

Laurie, Jo, wait for me!

Ignore her.

Ready... Blast! LAURIE: Ha-ha-ha.

JO: You cheat! LAURIE: Whoa!

AMY: Jo, please

[BOTH LAUGHING]

[ICE CRACKING]

Aah!

[AMY S CREAMS]

- AMY: Jo!
- Amy!

AMY: Jo! JO: Hold on! I'm coming!

[SCREAMS]

JO: Hold on, Amy.

Get a rail!

JO: Grab the stick, Amy.

Grab it! LAURIE: Come on!

Oh!

LAURIE: Hold on! JO: Hold on Hold on.

[AMY COUGHING AND JO GRUNTING]

JO: There we go That's it, that's it
LAURIE: All right.

JO: There we go

Josephine March, you walked
all the way from Walden Pond

- in only these bloomers?
- As if she even noticed.

- Dear Amy.
- How could I have been so horrible?

Thank God for Laurie.

AMY: Jo, do you love Laurie
more than you love me?

Oh, don't be such a beetle

I could never love anyone
as I love my sisters

I'm not a beetle.

Oh, look out
You're leaving out the best part.

When Lady Zara succumbs
to the duke's rival.

Oh, right, yes.

Sir Hugo

I quite prefer him, myself

[???]

[CHUCKLING]

JO: In the spring, we turned
Orchard House upside down

with preparations for Meg
to attend Sally Moffat's coming out.

Myself, I'd sooner have been hung
by the neck than attend a fancy ball.

Wait till all of Boston
sees you in this dress, Meg

I told Laurie he has to show you off

and keep you from being a wallflower
upon penalty of death.

Oh, where is that miserable glove?

AUNT MARCH: Abigail, I shake my head
at the way you're managing Margaret.

How is she to be married
without a proper debut?

Now, auntie,
in our present circumstances...

Your circumstances will not change
with your husband's return.

My nephew is as foolish with money
as he is in his new philosophies.

The one hope for your family
is for Margaret to marry well

though I don't know
who marries governesses.

Marmee!

And this one has entirely ruined
her disposition with books.

Oh, are those for me, Josephine?

No Meg's taking them to the Moffats'

Marmee, Meg's frantic S he lost her glove
and she only has one pair.

Now, she cannot go without gloves
The Moffats are society.

You're absolutely correct
Tell Meg she may borrow mine.

JO: Meg, you can take Marmee's!

Oh, dear.

Oh!

- More tea?
- No, thank you

[???]

Sally Moffat, you won't be able
to draw your laces.

At my coming out party,
I didn't eat for weeks beforehand

[CLEARS THROAT]

Oh, Meg, I do like that color on you.

It's just like forget-me-nots.

The nicest I've seen that kind of fabric
since the war broke out.

But you had it made up so plain.

Well, I do my own sewing, and...

Mrs Finster's on Charles Street
carries silk pieces ready-made.

- Tomorrow I'll take you there.
- Marches haven't bought silk in years.

They have views on slavery

Meg, isn't it true
that your father's school had to close

when he admitted a little dark girl?

The silk of Mrs Finster's
isn't milled in the South.

- It's made right here, over in Linfield.
- This isn't China silk?

They use little children for labor
All the silk mills do.

The poor are always with us.

You are so good to remind us.

May I tell you something?

This is an afternoon dress.

I'm going to make you my pet.

Hortense?

[BOTH SPEAK IN FRENCH]

Tonight, Miss March shall
have as many conquests as she likes.

You have no corset

[GASPS]

[GIGGLES]

[WALTZ MUSIC PLAYING]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING
AND CHILDREN GIGGLING]

Come on.

WOMAN 1: No, thank you
WOMAN 2: Yes, it's charming.

- Not for me, thank you.
- I believe the next dance is the polka.

- With me.
- I would dance with you, Mr Parker,

but I fear for my new slippers.

My credo is, "Don't tread on me"

[MEN & MEG LAUGHING]

Miss March I thought your family
were temperance people

Laurie

[MAN CLEARS THROAT]

- MAN: What was that?
- No, no, don't cover up.

There may be one or two gentlemen here
who haven't seen all of your charms.

And I did promise Jo
I would show you off.

The girls dressed me up,
and I rather like it.

Yes, well, it reveals a whole new Meg.

What do you call this?

[WHISPERING] Meg.

I'm sorry.

Please don't tell Jo how I've behaved.

Of course not.

If you won't tell anyone how I've behaved

I was only playing a part

to see how it felt to be Belle Gardiner

with four proposals
and 20 pairs of gloves.

You're worth 10 of those other girls.

WOMAN 1:
Did you see the way this March girl

has gone after the Laurence heir?

WOMAN 2: Best thing that could happen
to the Marches

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Oh! This ridiculous dress

I've been tripping over it all night.

Tie something around your neck
where it could do you some good

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

JO: I don't like people speculating
about Laurie and our Meg

as if they were characters in some play.

MRS MARCH: Heh, heh
And nothing provokes speculation more

than the sight of a woman
enjoying herself.

Why is it Laurie may do as he likes,
and flirt and tipple champagne...?

And no one thinks the less of him?

Well, I suppose for one practical reason:

Laurie is a man, and as such,

he may vote, and hold property
and pursue any profession he pleases.

And so he is not so easily demeaned.

Why should anyone care
what they think?

I do.

It's nice to be praised and admired
I couldn't help but like it.

Of course not

I only care what you think of yourself.

If you feel your value lies
in being merely decorative

I fear that someday
you might find yourself

believing that's all that you really are.

Time erodes all such beauty
But what it cannot diminish

is the wonderful workings of your mind.

Your humor, your kindness,

and your moral courage.

These are the things I cherish so in you.

I so wish I could give my girls
a more just world

I know you'll make it a better place Hm?

[???]

JO: Resounded
Resounded with song of the nightingale.

With a gush...

With a gush...

No.

[SIGH S]

No, I don't want them now.

And keep the music
I won't be going near a piano for ages.

You need your books in college
Here's your Dombey and Sons

I could've sworn
there was another volume.

Honestly, Jo I won't be taking
all of Dickens to Harvard with me.

Oh, no You'll have much
more important things to read

[CHUCKLES]

Nothing's going to change, Jo.

I wish I could go.

I wish you could too.

You'll come back knowing
all sorts of things I don't know

and then I'll hate you.

Oh.

Well, as it happens,

I already know something you don't know.

About Meg
and a certain former tutor of mine,

soon to be employed at the firm
of Laurence and Laurence.

Liar.

Has Meg mislaid a certain
personal article

such as a glove?

Meg, John Brooke stole your glove.

What glove? Not my white one?

Brooke's had it forever
Laurie says he keeps it in his pocket.

You must tell him to return it Hannah,
don't you think he ought to give it back?

It isn't what I think that matters.

MRS MARCH: Jo? Meg?

It's a telegram

from Washington Hospital.

Your father's been wounded

[JO & MEG GASP AND WHIMPER]

[???]

Come on, Amy That's it - There are six.

The household account is in this ledger It
should see you through to the end of the month.

- Of course Don't worry about us.
- Oh, Beth?

Dear, look in on the Hummels for me,
will you?

I will, Marmee.

Where's Jo? It's almost 6.

Doing battle with Aunt March
for Marmee's railway ticket.

MRS MARCH: Amy, would you carry
a letter to Mrs Juba at the Hope House?

John Mr Brooke

I've come to offer myself
as an escort to your mother.

Cook packed this up, and grandfather
sends a bottle of spirits for Mr March.

Oh, that's lovely, Laurie Thank you
MEG: Marmee.

Mr Brooke is here - Mrs March.

MRS MARCH: Mr Brooke.

As young Laurence no longer
requires a tutor,

Mr Laurence has commissions
for me in Washington

I should like to be of service to you there.

- We couldn't let you travel alone.
- Oh, Mr Brooke, how kind of you.

- May I? Are we to go on the 6:00 train?
- Thank you.

- Yes, I sent Jo off, but she hasn't re...
- JO: I'm here!

Jo Finally.

Twenty-five Can Aunt March spare this?

I couldn't bear to ask her

I sold my hair - Jo, how could you?

- Your one beauty.
- It won't affect the state of the union.

It'll grow back BETH: It suits you.

Tell Father that we love him

[???]

BETH: Tell him we pray for him
AMY: Bring him home.

- HANNAH: I'll never forget his kindness.
- Oh, Hannah, thank you

[???]

Oh, I shall miss my little women

[JO SOBBING]

Are you thinking about Father?

No My hair

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Aww.

[CHILDREN LAUGHING
AND CHATTERING]

GIRL: Harder
BOY 1: Yeah, I hit him on the noggin.

BOY 2: Wait for me!

Blast! Oh, dear.

This stove BETH: We'll eat them anyway.

There's no more cornmeal nor coffee.

The grocer won't let us have any more
on account.

- What can I bring the Hummels?
- Oh, fry the Hummels.

- You spent hours there last week.
- The boys are sick

I mustn't write of this to Marmee.

- She has enough burdens now.
- I hate money.

AMY: Your potatoes!

Come on! Here!

MEG: Air the beds
And be careful cleaning.

JO: And don't forget your studies, Amy
AMY: I won't I will Go!

[CHILDREN SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

Beth - Christine

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

I don't understand I brought you a potato

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

[BABY CRYING]

[CONTINUES SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

[SIGH S]

[SNIFFS]

Laurie's home for the weekend!
In need of funds, no doubt.

We'd have a week's groceries
with what he spends on billiards.

Oh, Jehoshaphat

[GASPS]

[LAUGH S]

Meg! Meg, you won't believe it!

I've sold The Lost Duke of Gloucester!

Five whole dollars!

I'm an author!

Beth?

The Hummel baby is sick

[???]

I feel so strange.

MEG: She's burning up,
but she says that she's freezing.

She has a terrible thirst,
but she won't drink.

Sounds like Arsenicum,
but she looks more like belladonna.

HANNAH: I saw the Hummels.

Two children taken up to Jesus
Scarlet fever.

You and Miss Jo won't be harmed.

You had it when you were babies.

But, Miss Amy,
we have to send you away

[???]

AMY: She won't die.

Will she, Laurie? God wouldn't let her die.

I don't wanna go away

I'll come and see you every day

I swear it You won't be alone.

I'm afraid of Aunt March.

If she's unkind to you

- I'll come and take you away.
- Where will we go?

Paris?

[CHUCKLING]

If I get scarlet fever and die,

give Meg my box
with the green doves on it.

- And Jo must have my turquoise ring.
- I'll see to that.

I don't wanna die

I've never even been kissed

I've waited my whole life to be kissed.

And what if I miss it?

I tell you what.

I promise to kiss you before you die

[CHUCKLES]

[???]

[KI SS E S]

[HORSE SNORTS AND DOG BARKING]

MAN: Whoa

[SHIVERING]

MEG: I don't know
I don't think Marmee should leave Father

Beth needs Marmee She depends on her.

But what if we send for her
and Father gets worse?

How in the name of all that's holy
would we pay for the train?

AMY:
"That he profane not my sancteraries..."

AUNT MARCH: Sanctuary
AMY: "Sanctuaries."

For I, the Lord, do sanctify them.

And Moses told it
unto Aaron and to his sons

and unto all the children of Israel...

Go on.

"And the Lord spake
unto Moses saying..."

[G RUNTS]

MEG: Jo, Mr Laurence is here.

If we may, I wish my personal physician,
Dr Bangs

to examine the little girl

[???]

There's nothing to be done.

If I bleed her, it would finish her.

Best to send for the mother
LAURIE: Forgive me

I've already done so
Mrs March arrives on the train this night.

HANNAH: Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou
amongst women and blessed...

[???]

MRS MARCH: Jo!

Cricket Marmee's here.

Icy cold Jo

Jo, fetch a basin
with vinegar water and some rags

Meg, my kit.

Must draw the fever down from her head.

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right now That's my love

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[???]

[SOBBING]

JO: Beth

[SNIFFLING]

[???]

JO: And so our dear Beth
came back to us,

although the fever
had weakened her heart forever.

We did not know then
that a shadow had fallen.

We prepared for another
Christmas without Father.

Try each corner Thank you.

AUNT MARCH:
No, no! One bow is enough!

AMY: Mr Laurence Thank you.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.
- It happens all the time.

LAURIE: How's this?

Here she comes
LAURIE: Come on Come on.

What should I do with these bows?

AUNT MARCH: Don't scare her to death
She's been sick, you know.

Hide the chairs Just hide them, Amy.

LAURIE [WHISPERS]: Quick

[ALL GIGGLING]

The house is beautiful
HANNAH: Ha-ha-ha

[CHUCKLES]

[IN NORMAL VOICE]
They're friends of mine from college

Freddy Vaughan and Averill Watson.

They won't bite.

No, don't sit there! Sit...

Here S it here, child.

- Merry Christmas!
- AUNT MARCH: Merry Christmas, Beth!

JO & AMY: Merry Christmas, Beth!

I should've given it to you long ago.

It belonged to my little girl
who had to leave us

when she was very young.

But now it will make music again

[???]

Thank you, Mr Laurence.

Merry Christmas
LAURIE: Merry Christmas.

Play something, Beth.

Shall I?

[PLAYING "DECK THE HALLS"]

ALL:
? Deck the halls with boughs of holly?

♪ Fa la la la la La la la la ♪

♪ 'Tis the season to be jolly ♪

♪ Fa la la la la La la la la ♪

♪ Don we now our gay apparel ♪

♪ Fa la la la la la La la la ♪

♪ Troll the ancient yuletide carol ♪

♪ Fa la la la la La la la la ♪

AUNT MARCH:
? See the blazing yule before us?

ALL: ♪ Fa la la la la La la la la ♪

♪ Strike the harp and join the chorus ♪

♪ Fa la la la la La la la la ♪

♪ Follow me in merry measure ♪

♪ Fa la la la la la La la la ♪

♪ While I tell of yuletide treasure ♪

♪ Fa la la la la La la la la? ♪

That was good

[ALL CHUCKLE]

MRS MARCH: I fear you would have
a long engagement.

Three or four years John must secure
a house before you can marry.

- And he must do his service to the union.
- John? Marry?

You mean that pokey old Mr Brooke?

How did he weasel his way
into this family?

Jo

John has been very kind to go
visit Father in the hospital every day.

Oh, he's dull as powder Meg, can't you
at least marry someone amusing?

I'm fond of Mr Brooke
He's a good man He's kind and serious.

And I'm not afraid of being poor.

Marmee, you can't just
let her go and marry him.

MEG:
I'd hardly just go and marry anyone

I would rather Meg marry for love
and be a poor man's wife

than marry for riches
and lose her self-respect

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING NEARBY]

So you don't mind that John is poor?

No, but I would rather he have a house.

Why must we marry at all?

Why can't things just stay as they are?

MRS MARCH: It is only a proposal
Nothing need be decided Now, girls.

Let's not spoil the day

[PIANO RESUMES PLAYING]

GROUP: ♪ Hark the herald angels sing ♪

♪ Glory to the newborn king ♪

♪ Peace on earth? ♪

MEG: Father? Father!

- MR MARCH: Merry Christmas, everyone.
- What a wonderful Christmas present!

Father! Oh, Father, you're home! Oh!

Meg - Ha!

BETH:
Oh, you're more handsome than ever

Beth, my little cricket.

Thank God you're well
AUNT MARCH: Clear the way.

Give the man room to breathe
MR MARCH: Jo!

Oh, my wild girl!

Well, this could become the fashion

[ALL LAUGH]

- MRS MARCH: Watch his arm.
- I'm not used to this.

Be careful - Be very careful now.

- Don't coddle this soldier too much.
- Oh, now, Father, it's time to coddle.

- AMY: Oh, Father!
- Hannah, God bless you.

It's good to see you.

- HANNAH: It's good to have you home.
- Oh!

- Now, let me look at my girls.
- Take them and give them...

[???]

The cholera took more men
than the rebs, as I understand it, sir.

Agriculture isn't taught, and it should be
It should be required.

Perhaps the freedmen should
be given land in the west.

What happened
between you and John Brooke?

Never you mind.

- Isn't it wonderful, Jo?
- Yes, it's wonderful

[???]

AMY: Welcome home, soldier.

Would you like some water, sir?

[CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

ALL:
? For the love which from our birth?

♪ Over and around us lies ♪

♪ Lord of all, to thee we raise ♪

♪ This our hymn of grateful praise ♪

JO: Change will come

as surely as the seasons
and twice as quick.

We make our peace with it
as best we can.

Or as Amy once said
when she was still a little girl:

"We'll all grow up someday
We might as well know what we want"

♪ And stars of light ♪

♪ Lord of all, to thee we raise ♪

♪ This our hymn of grateful praise ♪

♪ Lord of all, to thee we raise ♪

♪ This our hymn of grateful praise? ♪

AUNT MARCH:
So you feel our Amy has talent?

Oh, Miss March excels at drawing.

But, you know,
her landscapes lack emotion.

I definitely feel Amy would benefit
from further study.

But she won't get it around here
AUNT MARCH: Where do you suggest?

ART TEACHER:
Cape Cod has a fine artist colony.

But Europe, Europe is the best place.

Teddy! Teddy!

Your houseman said
you wouldn't be home till night.

LAURIE: I couldn't wait so long.

JO: Hail the conquering graduate.

- Is grandfather exceedingly proud?
- Yes.

And exceedingly bent
on locking me up in one of his offices.

Why is it Amy may paint China
and you can scribble away

while I must manfully
set my music aside?

Why must you?

If I don't, I'd have to defy Grandfather.

Yes, and not the whole of society.

I can't go against the old man - Oh.

When I imagine myself in that life.

I can think of only one thing

that would make me happy.

Oh, no Teddy... Teddy, don't.

No, wait, Teddy.

We have to talk about this reasonably.

I have loved you

since the moment I clamped eyes on you.

What could be more reasonable
than to marry you?

We'd kill each other - Nonsense!

- Neither of us can keep our temper.
- I can Unless provoked.

We're both stupidly stubborn,
especially you We'd only quarrel

I wouldn't!

You can't even propose
without quarreling

Jo.

Dear Jo I swear I'll be a saint

I'll let you win every argument Heh, heh

I'll take care of you and your family

I'll give you every luxury
you've ever been denied.

You won't have to write
Unless you want to.

Grandfather

wants me to learn the business
in England.

Can't you see us
bashing around London?

London.

Oh, Teddy, I'm not fashionable enough
for London.

You need someone
who's elegant and refined

I want you.

Teddy, please don't ask me.

Teddy, I'm desperately sorry - No, don't

I do care for you - No.

With all of my heart
You're my dearest friend.

I just can't go be a wife.

You say you won't, but you will.

I won't I won't - One day

you'll meet some man.

A good man.

And you will love him tremendously.

And you will live and die for him.

Teddy, please - You will

Jo.

I know you.

And I'll be hanged

if I stand by and watch

[???]

Jo, are you ill?

She has refused Laurie.

Well, I'm sure she can take it back
It's just a misunderstanding.

No.

No

[CLASSICAL MUSIC
PLAYING ON PIANO]

Oh, listen to him.

I must get away.

Of course.

Aunt March is going to France

France!

That's ideal!
I'll put up with anything to go!

Jo, Aunt March has asked me to go.

To Europe?

My Europe?

When?

It was decided just today.

Well, I am her companion now.

She wishes me to study painting abroad

and hopes I might make
a good match there.

Oh.

But perhaps she wouldn't mind
if you stayed at Plumfield

while we are gone.

Of course Aunt March prefers
Amy over me Why shouldn't she?

I'm ugly and awkward,
and I always say the wrong things

I fly around throwing away
perfectly good marriage proposals

I love our home, but I'm just so fitful,
and I can't stand being here.

I'm sorry I'm sorry, Marmee.

There's just something
really wrong with me

I want to change, but I I can't.

And I just know I'll never
fit in anywhere - Oh, Jo

Jo, you have so many extraordinary gifts.

How can you expect
to lead an ordinary life?

You're ready to go out
and find a good use for your talent.

Although, I don't know what I shall do
without my Jo.

Go and embrace your liberty.

And see what wonderful things
come of it

[???]

JO: Laurie sought his refuge
in London and abroad.

Marmee helped me find a place
in the great city of New York.

So I stepped over the divide between
childhood and all that lay beyond.

Mrs Kirk?

Josephine.

JO: Yes How do you do?

MRS KIRK:
Kitty, Minnie! This is Miss March.

Her father was Colonel March
He knew your papa.

It was cold!

MRS KIRK:
Watch your feet, Mr Costigan.

Oh, do come in, my dear
MAN: Oh, you're making that up.

JO: Dear Beth.

Marmee's friend, Mrs Kirk,
has made me feel quite at home.

My little students,
Kitty and Minnie, are dear girls

[CLATTERING AND
MEN ARGUING INDISTINCTLY]

How curious to grow up
in a busy boardinghouse with no father,

and your own mother the innkeeper

[CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

I felt bold on leaving Concord.

But I confess I find New York
rough and strange,

and myself strange in it.

Can you pass these down the table?

Thank you kindly, professor.

Mrs Kirk believes
that I am here for a brief interlude

of sensational experience
before succumbing to a matrimonial fate.

MAN 1: Excuse me, miss.

And while there's surely no lack
of sensational experience

of every kind available in such a city.

MAN 2: Come in!

I hope, though I've had no luck yet

that any experience I gain here
will be strictly literary.

And that all events
of a romantic or sensational nature

will be entirely confined to the page.

Our subscribers are not interested
in sentiment and fairy stories, miss.

They're not fairy stories.

Try one of the ladies' magazines

[CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

[???]

BOY 1: Come on, Will Hurry up!
BOY 2: I'm coming!

[BOTH GASPING]

- FRIEDRICH: I'm so sorry I'm so clumsy.
- Oh, no No.

FRIEDRICH: You know that
when first I saw you, I thought:

"Ah! She is a writer."

What made you think so?

Oh Heh.

Yes, I know many writers.

Uh, in Berlin I was

I was professor at the university.

Here, I am just a humble tutor, I'm afraid.

No, please S it down.

Thank you.

You are far from home, Miss March.

Do you miss your family?

Oh, very much.

My sisters especially And Laurie.

She is your sister?

Ah Oh, no He's a friend.

[BLOW S]

Do you like your coffee?

Oh, it's just very strong

I like it.

You have quite a library.

Did you bring all these books
from Germany?

A few of them.

- May I?
- Of course.

Most of these I could not bear
to leave behind

I sold everything that I owned
to get my passage to come here,

but my books, never.

Oh

Shakespeare.

Some books are so familiar.

Reading them is like being home again.

Will you be, uh, returning to Berlin,
Professor Bhaer?

Friedrich Call me Friedrich - Friedrich.

No Uh, sadly

the fatherland of Goethe and S chiller

is no more - I adore Goethe.

My father used to read me
all the German poets

- when I was a child.
- Really? That is most surprising.

Well, my mother and father were part of

a rather unusual circle in Concord.

Do you know the word
transcendentalist?

But this is German Romantic philosophy!

We throw off all our constraints
and we come to know ourselves

through insight and experience
But it got out of fashion now.

Heh Well, not in the March family,
I'm afraid.

It's just that with all
of this transcendence

comes much emphasis
on perfecting oneself.

Ah This gives you a problem?

I'm hopelessly flawed.

If only we could

transcend ourselves without perfection

like your poet Walt Whitman

who rides up and down
the streets of Broadway all day

shouting poetry against
the roar of the carts.

Keep your silent woods, O, Nature.

- And your quiet places by the river...
- And your quiet places by the woods.

By the woods - Woods Yes.

- Give me the streets of Manhattan.
- Give me the streets of Manhattan.

I think we are all hopelessly flawed.

JO: He is as poor as one might imagine,

an itinerant philosopher to be.

Yet, as the weeks go by, I see that he is

unfailingly generous
to all of us who live in the house

I am grateful to have a friend

[CHILDREN SCREAMING
AND LAUGHING]

[???]

MR BROOKE: It's the system
our nation was founded on.

Come now It was nothing short
of a betrayal of our country's ideals.

Our country's ideals?

A constitution

that denies the basic rights of
citizenship to women and black people?

They just passed the 15th Amendment,
Jacob They can vote.

JACOB: Black men can vote, Charles.

MR BROOKE: A lady has no need
of suffrage if she has a husband.

No, no.

- You don't take wine?
- Only medicinally.

Well, pretend that you've got a cold
JACOB: I agree.

But if women are a moral force,
shouldn't they have the right

to govern and preach,
and testify in court?

CHARLES: Whoa, whoa, whoa!

What is it, Miss March?

I find it poor logic to say
that because women are good,

women should vote.

Men do not vote because they are good
They vote because they are male.

And women should vote, not because
they are angels and men are animals,

but because we are human beings
and citizens of this country.

You should've been a lawyer, Miss March

I should have been
a great many things, Mr Mayer

[MEN CHUCKLING]

[VIOLIN PLAYING UPBEAT TUNE]

Friedrich Oh, I'm sorry.

No, please Please Come in

I have some good news.

A newspaper has published two
of my stories, and they wish to see more.

This is wonderful - Right there.

The Daily Volcano.

"The S inner's Corpse" by Joseph March.

Heh - Mm.

Lunatics Vampires
This This interests you?

Well, people like thrilling stories,
Friedrich.

This is what the newspapers want.

Yes Yes, I suppose

I suppose that is true.

Yes Well, it'll buy a new coat for Beth,
and I'm sure she'll be grateful to have it

Jo, pl...

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

JO: Oh.

I

I do not want to be your teacher
No, understand me

I am saying only
that you should please yourself.

My opinion is of no importance.

Do you forgive me?

Well, of course - Can I make a gift?

An experience Do you like the opera?

Oh, I do

I mean, I think I do We don't seem
to get a lot of opera in Concord.

Well, I don't have an opera dress.

You will be perfect.

Where we are sitting
we shall not be so, uh, formal

[???]

[SIN G ING OPERA]

Leila is a goddess.

She has made a promise never to love.

If she breaks her vow, all will be lost.

Oh, look Trouble is coming.

What's going to happen?

The inevitable.

Leila Leila's soul is opening.

She's drawn to an idea.

He says, "Love has a fatal power".

"Your heart

understood mine.

In the depth of the fragrant night.

I listened with ravished soul

to your beloved voice.

"Your heart understood mine"

[THUNDER SHEET CRASHES
THEN JO GASPS]

[THUNDER SHEET RUMBLES
AND AUDIENCE APPLAUDS]

[???]

[ALL LAUGHING
AND CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

[BOTH SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

- Ha-ha-ha!
- Oh, Laurie! You wicked.

We heard you were in Greece
or somewhere.

WOMAN: Laurie Come, come.

You've been much occupied
with business, I am sure

I'm not pursuing business just now
Grandfather agreed

I should concentrate
on my music for a while.

You know Fred Vaughan - Freddy.

Good day, Laurence - Yes.

And I see you've taken up
a passion for art, Freddy.

- Aunt March You look splendid.
- I cannot say the same for you, my boy

Amy, dear, will you be long? I must retire.

Yes, Aunt March Do come see us

[???]

- Are they engaged?
- Not yet.

GIRLS: Hop, hop, one, two, three, four.

- Hop, hop, hop, turn.
- Hop, hop, hop, turn.

Friedrich, how long would it take
strychnine to dissolve in brandy...? Oh.

About eight minutes?

And is a dagger worn at the waist,
or is that a saber?

I think that in these novels the dagger
is usually concealed in the boot

by a man with a dark mustache

[DOOR CLOSES]

[???]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

AMY: Go this way

[LAURIE LAUGHING]

Hurry, hurry.

Ah.

Well.

AMY: Oh, Laurie, how lovely.

LAURIE: It isn't what it should be

but you have improved it - Please don't

I liked you much better
when you were blunt and natural.

It did not serve me well.

I find you changed.

In fact, I despise you.

You laze about, spending
your family's money and courting women.

You aren't serious about music.

My compositions are like your paintings.

Mediocre copies of another man's genius.

Then why don't you go to Grandfather
in London and make yourself useful?

I should.

Why don't you reform me?

[CHUCKLES]

I've someone more practical in mind.

You do not love Fred Vaughan

Fred Vaughan is stable
and well-mannered...

And has 40,000 a year

I've always known
I would not marry a pauper.

I expect a proposal any day.

You'll regret it

I'll regret it.

I'm reminded of a promise.

Didn't I say I would kiss you
before you die?

Do you hear from Jo?

She has befriended a German professor

[CHUCKLES]

Yes, well, no doubt he's showing her

the ways of the world.

I do not wish to be courted by someone
who is still in love with my sister.

I'm not in love with Jo.

- Then how do you explain your jealousy?
- I envy her happiness.

I envy his happiness

I envy John Brooke for marrying Meg
I hate Fred Vaughan.

And if Beth had a lover,
I would despise him too.

Just as you have always known
you would never marry a pauper,

I have always known
I should be part of the March family.

I do not wish to be loved for my family.

Any more than Fred Vaughan
wishes to be loved for his 40,000 a year

[???]

[MAID S PEAK S IN FRENCH]

[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

LAURIE: My darling Amy.

It is you I want and not your family

I've gone to London
to make myself worthy of you.

Please, do not do anything
we shall regret.

MAID: Monsieur Vaughan,
mademoiselle, may I show him in?

- Friedrich, did you read it?
- Yes.

It's, um.

Oh, it's well-written, Jo.

And a first novel
What a great accomplishment.

Well, I'm going to be showing it
to your publisher friend, Mr Fields, today.

He liked "The Sinner's Corpse".

What is it?

Mr Fields is a good man He will...

He will give you an honest opinion.

Oh, I see.

What is your honest opinion?

I'm a professor of philosophy, Jo.

No, I'd really like to know what you think.

You sh... You should be writing from life,

from the depths of your soul.

There is nothing in here of the woman
that I am privileged to know

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Friedrich, this is what I write
MAN: Ahem.

My apologies if it fails
to live up to your high standards

Jo, there is more to you than this

if you have the courage to write it

[SOBBING]

[???]

Meg!

Jo?

Jo!

Oh, Meg!

Oh, why didn't you tell me?

Well, one hardly speaks of such things.

Oh, how wonderful.

- How is Beth?
- You will find her much altered.

JO: Marmee.

She wouldn't let us send for you sooner.

The doctor has been here
a number of times

but it's beyond all of us, and I think.

[WHISPERING]
I think she's been waiting for you

before...

[SOBBING]

JO: Drink up all this good broth

I'm glad you're home - So am I.

JO [IN DEEP VOICE]: "Mr Pickwick
changed color 'Ah, ' said Mr Wartle."

'Well, that's important There's nothing
suspicious then, I suppose "'

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

I feel stronger with you close by.

[IN NORMAL VOICE]
I'm gonna get you better yet.

If God wants me with him,
there is none who will stop him.

I don't mind.

I was never like the rest of you

making plans
about the great things I'd do.

I never saw myself as anything much.

Not a great writer like you.

Oh, Beth I'm not a great writer.

But you will be.

Oh, Jo, I've missed you so.

Why does everyone want to go away?

I love being home.

But I don't like being left behind.

Now I am the one going ahead.

[VOICE BREAKING] I am not afraid.

I can be brave like you.

But I know I shall be
homesick for you, even in heaven.

Oh, Beth.

No.

I won't let you go

[JO SOBBING]

Oh, my Jo

[WIND BLOWING
AND WINDOW RATTLING]

[???]

[???]

MRS MARCH: "Aunt March is bedridden

and would not survive a sea voyage

Amy must bide her time and return later".

It's just as well.

Will we never all be together again?

[???]

[PANTING]

[BIRDS SQUAWKING]

[SOBBING]

Lovely morning - Good morning.

Thank you, sir.

JO: Dearest Laurie.

You may not have heard
our sad news of Beth.

"Meg has entered her confinement

and poor Amy must stay
in Vevey with Aunt March".

JO: This is far too great a sorrow
to bear alone.

Please come home to us, Teddy dear.

Your faithful, Jo

[???]

Oh, Laurie.

I knew you would come.

[EXHALE S SHARPLY]

[???]

YOUNG BETH: The real charm of it
lay in Beth's happy face

as she leaned over the new piano

and lovingly touched
the beautiful black and white keys.

YOUNG AMY: During the next
few minutes, the rumor circulated

that Amy March had got
24 delicious limes.

YOUNG ME G: I told you they
dressed me up, but I didn't tell you

that they powdered and squeezed,
and made me look a fashion plate.

YOUNG JO:
As she spoke, Jo took off her bonnet.

A general outcry arose,
for all her abundant hair was cut short.

YOUNG AMY:
Jo, how could you? Your one beauty.

YOUNG LAURIE:
Nothing's going to change, Jo.

GIRLS: ♪ For the beauty of the earth
For the glory of the skies ♪

♪ For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies ♪

♪ Lord of all, to thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise? ♪

[???]

Surprise!

John, you have a daughter.

And a son

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, Marmee, I can't believe
you did this four times.

Yes

but never two at once, my darling

[???]

[BABY COOS]

Oh, Daisy.

Oh, Meg She's so beautiful.

And him He is handsome.

He's gonna look
just like his papa when he grows up.

Yes, he does look like John.

Have you heard from the professor?

No No.

We did not part well.

Well, John and I don't always agree,
but then we mend it

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Who could that be?

- Jo!
- Teddy!

- Oh, this is magic!
- You are absolutely...

Covered in flour Oh, dear! Come in.

No, Jo, not yet May I tell you something
without the others?

You're my dear friend

- I'm glad you shall be the first to know.
- Heh, heh, heh What?

May I present

my wife

[GASPS]

Jo Oh!

Amy Oh, my.

- Here Flowers Oh, you're so...
- Thank you.

Come in Come in

[???]

[MRS MARCH GASPS]

MRS MARCH: Brussels lace Oh!

I went to Europe to paint
the great cathedrals,

but I couldn't get our home
out of my mind.

Oh, look how Amy
has captured Orchard House.

Look - Lovely.

Oh, it's beautiful.

Not as beautiful as I wanted,
but I am still learning.

Dear little angel

Jo, you must tell me the truth as a sister

which is a relation
stronger than marriage.

- Do you mind at all?
- Oh.

Oh, no

I was surprised.

Mind you, I had it on
good authority that our Teddy

would never love another, heh,
and now he's gone and gotten married.

It's good to hear you call me Teddy again.

At last, we're all family
as we always should have been.

You must promise me that
you will always live close by

I couldn't bear losing another sister

[???]

[CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

Oh! Ha-ha-ha.

AMY: Jo, it's so gloomy and chilly.

One would require an income
just for the coal to heat this place.

What could the dear girl
have been thinking?

JO: Most likely she felt sorry for me.

[IN GRUFF VOICE]
Decrepit homeless spinster.

MEG: Jo Heh.

[IN NORMAL VOICE] Poor aunt,
living here all those years alone

in this useless old house.

Yes, her blessings became a burden
because she couldn't share them.

Wouldn't this have made
a wonderful school?

A school.

What a challenge that would be

[???]

[DO G BARKING]

JO: Hello, Tuppy Hello.

Good boy

[???]

My book Someone's publishing my book

Hannah! Hannah!

- Someone's publishing my book!
- Heaven help us.

But it came with no letter
How did it arrive?

Foreign gentleman brung it.

- Strange kind of name Can't think of it.
- Hannah!

- Oh, fox or bear or such.
- Bhaer! Did you ask him to wait?

I thought he was
one of Miss Amy's European friends

coming with a wedding gift

I said, "Miss March
and Mr Laurie are living next door".

- Oh, Hannah, you didn't!
- And he said he had a train to catch

[???]

Friedrich!

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Oh, Friedrich, thank you for my book.

Well, when I didn't hear from you,
I thought you hated it.

Oh, no No Reading your book was like

opening a window into your heart

James Fields took it out of my hands,
and he would not give it back to me

I said,
"Such news I have to give to her myself".

Well, it was It was a silly impulse.

No, no Not silly at all.

It's so good to see you
Come and meet my family

[THUNDER CRASHES]

No, I...

Thank you

but I have to catch the train.

I... I'm going to the west.

My ship leaves from Boston
tomorrow morning.

- Oh.
- Yes The schools in the west are young.

They need professors

and they're not so concerned
about the accent.

I don't mind it either.

You see, my aunt left me Plumfield.

It isn't a field It's a house, actually
A rather large house.

And it isn't really good for anything
except a school.

And I want a good school,

one that would be open
to anyone who wanted to learn.

And, well, I'll be needing someone

who knows how to teach.

Is there nothing I might say
to keep you here?

I confess that.

I was hoping that I might
have a reason to stay

but congratulations
on the celebration of your marriage.

Oh, ha, ha, no No No, that's Amy.

She's my sister, Amy,
and Laurie, actually.

No, I'm... Heh I'm not married.

Please don't go so far away

Jo.

Such a little name for such a person

[???]

Will you have me?

With all of my heart.

But I have nothing to give you
My hands are empty.

Not empty now

[???]