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A year has passed.

A year since Meg married.

Since I sold my novel.

It failed.

If I get bigger,

I won't be able to wear
any clothes at all!

I'll have to wrap myself in sheets,

and stay in the house
till the baby arrives!

This skirt has plenty of room in it, Meg.

And I promise you, I've
added so many frills

the eye will be drawn away from
everything that's going on.

No-one will look lower
than your shoulders!

Oh!

I can't even write a diary any more,

and yet my head is full of words.

A magnificent harvest, if I do say so!

Are you sure they can be spared?

- Of course they can!
- Oh!

She's a terrible big size for a
terrible small girl, Mrs March.

Meg is young, and she's healthy.

There is no reason to suppose
that she will struggle,

when the time comes.

Our house is full of stories.

Lives unfolding.

Wings waiting to take flight.

Jo!

Why didn't you do your
hair the pretty way?

Because I hate paying calls.

And you don't need your mackintosh!

I can smell thunder, even if you can't.

And if people care more for my
clothes than they do for me,

- then I don't want to see them!
- Please, Jo!

We owe half a dozen calls

even before we go to see Aunt
Carrol at Aunt March's house.

If you're going to be in a contrary fit...

.. you'll drive me distracted
before the day is out!

Likewise!

And remember!

- Loop your gown up in the street,
and trail it in the house. - Oh!

Yes!

Ah! Oooh...

Please be set. Please...!

Florence's first season was
such a spectacular success

that we're now intending an entire
programme of new activities for her,

- aren't we, dearest?
- Yes, Mother.

Not that she will neglect any
opportunity to share her advantages

with those less fortunate!

Tell me, Amy dear, are you much
occupied with charitable works?

Marmee has always encouraged us

to support the Ladies Aid
Society, Aunt Carrol.

And I'm tending a table at
their bazaar on Saturday.

And I don't doubt that it will be
laden with her pretty works of art!

And what about you, Josephine?

Oh, my scribbling keeps me
too busy for charity schemes.

By scribbling, do you mean drawing, dear?

Oh, Josephine doesn't draw.

She writes romances, in a general way,

with a dash of the spectacular
thrown in as a makeweight.

I see.

Does that amuse you, dear?

It pays me.

And how do you fare with your languages?

Oh, I don't know a word of anything,

only English.

And I can't keep at any sort of
study, and I can't bear French!

It's a such a slippery,
silly sort of language.

Don't you think?

Hmm.

Beth.

What's the matter? Shall I call Marmee?

Please don't.

Don't call her, and don't tell her.

Are you in pain?

A little. But I can bear it.

You don't look as though
you're bearing it.

Will you stroke my head?

I wish you would tell me
what was troubling you.

Not yet.

I had a letter from Aunt Carrol today.

Did she grill you about
your charitable activities?

No...

She told me about her
forthcoming tour of Europe.

And she says that she needs a
companion for her daughter Florence.

So she has asked...

Me to go with her?!

No, dear. Not you.

Amy.

Aunt Carrol wants to
go to Europe with her?

London, England, Stonehenge,

Edinburgh, Paris, France, Vienna,

Berlin, Venice, Italy,

Athens, Rome.

Mr Thomas Cook will be arranging

some very circuitous rail connections.

But she wants me to go with her?

I actually begged her to
take you off my hands,

and she has my gratitude
for being so obliging.

I'm sorry, Jo.

I know how much that
would have meant to you.

It isn't fair, Marmee.

Amy gets all the fun,

and all I ever do is work.

Jo, you would've had a hard year,

pretending to be someone
other than yourself.

And I'm not sure that that
wouldn't have cost you dearly.

Are you stitching that for Amy?

How can you tell?

I wish I could say I do it gladly,

but I don't.

- Oh, Jo...
- Don't speak to me kindly!

I was too thoughtless, and too blunt,

and I have an ungovernable tongue!

I know how hurt you are.

I can't let anybody see, Laurie!

You never let people see your soft side!

But everyone who cares knows it's there!

I'd rather not talk about
my soft side at the moment.

Why don't we talk about you?

And all your grand plans, now
you're a college graduate?

I don't have any grand plans.

Grandfather's so pleased and so relieved

I think he'll let me take
a vacation for a while.

Well, aren't you fortunate?

Jo! Jo!

Beth?

John came to the house, to fetch Marmee.

It's happening, Jo.

We shall have to get her
lying down, Mrs March.

The girl's going to exhaust herself!

Good girl. Good girl!

You didn't tell me. How
did you ever survive it?

Oh, I don't know, Meg.

I don't believe women ever know.

But I did. We do.

And you will.

I promise you, you will!

Look at you, John! The
man who has everything!

I have a family at last. I
can want for nothing else.

When do I find out if
it's a boy or a girl?

You'll see.

Come!

Don't open your eyes yet.

- Surprise!
- By Jupiter.

Twins?!

A boy, and a girl!

I put a blue bow on one of them
and a pink one on the other,

French fashion.

It's the joke of the season, isn't it?

A son and a daughter.

Do you suppose one day she'll say to
me, "How did you ever survive this?"

Very possibly.

And you can say "You will."

Thank you, Marmee.

Laurie might ride by in a moment.

He went out to play billiards tonight,

and this is the time
he usually comes home.

Here he is...

All serene on the front!

I like it so much when he does that.

He looks so strong, and well and happy.

Goodbye!

We'll miss you!

Goodbye!

Be safe, sweetheart.

Write to us!

I'll write when I get to England!

Goodbye!

First nip of fall in the air.

No pen and no ink today?

I've penned and I've inked in
every room in the house this week,

and not one has proved more
conducive than the garret.

Where are you floating off to, on
that cloud of cologne and pomade?

Eugenia Randall's house.

Eugenia Randall?

Is she the girl you sent a rose to

every morning of your sophomore year?

She's giving a tea party so everyone
can see her engagement presents.

She was a delicious romp,
and a fine flirt, but...

Marmee doesn't like that sort of girl.

Marmee didn't raise that sort of girl.

I wouldn't know how to flirt,
even if she had allowed it.

I flirt constantly.

I can't help myself.

But what I really like are sensible
straightforward, modest young women.

Jo?

Jo, dear! I want you.

Laurie.

This won't do.

What is it, Jo?

I want to go away.

Where?

To a hospital in a big city,

to train to be a nurse.

No, Jo! No.

No. Besides, the war is over.

Do you think disease has stopped existing,

because the country is at peace?

People will always need help, Marmee!

And what do you need, Jo?

Because, and forgive me
if I sound disrespectful,

I don't believe the state of
the sick and the suffering

is your principal concern.

I need to not live out my entire life

in the tiny town where I was born!

I need to see things,

and be things,

because I'm terrified that if I don't,

my writing will have to
be forced out of nothing,

and go nowhere!

And I need to get away from Laurie.

He's become...

.. fond of me.

And, uh...

.. you don't think you
could become fond of him?

No.

I love him,

but like I've always loved
him. Like a brother.

And... that won't change.

I know it won't change!

Good,

because you and Laurie...

.. you're too much alike,

both have hot tempers and strong wills.

Marriage takes... infinite
patience and forbearance, Jo.

As well as love.

I know that.

Because I've seen that.

But I'm not sure I could
manage it with anybody.

And I don't intend to try.

Laurie needs a girl like Beth, Marmee.

Like Beth?

Beth loves Laurie.

In the most tender, most
hopeful, most hopeless way.

And that's what's been troubling her?

It's been breaking her heart!

And it will break mine too,

if I stand in the way of what
might be the better thing!

You'll hate New York.

I might. But I like the sound
of Mrs Kirke's boarding house.

You're going there as a
governess to her children.

If she didn't need a governess,

and if she wasn't an
old friend of Marmee's,

I wouldn't be going to New York at all.

"Dear Marmee and Beth.

"I kept trying not to
remember Father's face

"when I left him at the station.

"But the sun came out and
I took it as an omen.

"Independence has its charms.

"It also has its challenges.

"But I make shift, and so far
haven't disgraced myself at all.

"Mrs Kirke's house is a veritable Babel."

"There are two French ladies

"and three engineers fresh
off the boat from Sweden.

"There's a professor from Germany.

"He's raising two nephews,
after his sister died."

"He has a beard

"and a kindly sort of face.

"Or perhaps I just think that,

"because I keep being told
what a splendid man he is."

"And because it's so
very obvious he's poor.

"Poverty always enriches
those who rise above it."

♪ Kennst du das Land,
wo die Zitronen bluhn?

♪ Im dunkeln Laub die Goldorangen gluhn

♪ Ein sanfter Wind... ♪

Please can I get past?

Child! This is too heavy for
such a little one as you.

Give it to me.

Thank you.

It always pains me when a
child must earn their bread.

Yes.

It pains me too.

"So far, London is all fog
and umbrellas, and I went to

"Westminster Abbey and sketched
three tombs and a rudiment screen.

"Flo and I got in a hansom cab today...

".. but Aunt Carrol made us both get out

"because the driver smelled of beer.

"I am, as ever, your loving Amy.

"PS, ribbon is so cheap
here! Only sixpence a yard."

Kitty! Minnie! What in
mercy's name are you doing?

We're playing a game of
menagerie, Miss March!

Franz and Emil are a tiger
and lion respectively,

hence their incarceration
behind the dining chairs.

Minnie's feeding them ginger cake.

A very particular ginger cake,

formulated for the
mammalian species Felidae.

Meanwhile, I'm an elephant.

No ginger cake for me.

- You write fast?
- Faster since I've been here.

20, 20, 20.

I'll only pay ten for this

because stories of sisterly
love don't generally appeal.

They appeal to me, sir...

Ten. And that's my final offer.

However, bring me more like these

and you'll be published once
a fortnight. 20 every time.

"... Und Gott druckte das tote
Kind zu Seinem Herzen, und Flugel

"wurden ihm gegeben, damit er mit dem
Engel fliegen konnte, hand in hand."

Now Miss March will read
now from the English book,

so as to learn our language lesson.

"Then the child opened his eyes
and looked into the glorious

"happy face of the angel, and
at the same moment they found

"themselves in that heavenly home
where all is happiness and joy.

"And God pressed the dead child
to His heart, and wings were

"given him so that he could fly
with the angel, hand in hand."

Miss March.

Pray tell if I disturb
you. You're writing home?

Ah, no. I'm just writing.

Erm, might I enquire as to

whether you have any
fondness for philosophy?

I have read a little Immanuel Kant, but

I struggle with his notion that we don't

- conform to the world, but the
world conforms to us. - Ah, ja.

Well, I struggle with that also.

Um, I find greater coherence
in the views of Hegel.

Yes. Exactly.

Well, there is a symposium -- a debate --

to be held next week.

May I take the liberty of
purchasing admission for us both?

Ah... I would like that.

Ja?

Ja, that's great!

Ah, ja.

I called in at the library to
look up the works of Mr Hegel,

and I agree with him.

If everything I know comes from
my sensations of the world,

there must then exist a world to
provide me with such sensations!

Yes. Yes, exactly.

"No matter where I go,

"Jo's wild imagination has
been there in advance of me.

"The Vampire Bridesmaid set me
up sublimely for the catacombs,

"and I read The Gondolier's Ransom

"within an earshot of actual gondoliers!

"Can you send me some blue
dye for my satin button boots?

"I need to make them
match my walking suit,

"and you can't get blue dye
in the whole of Europe.

"I guess everyone just buys
new shoes all of the time..."

Hurry! The maids will be
coming in to set the table.

Take those painted eggs to your room,

and don't put them where
they'll be smashed or trampled,

or everyone's labours will have
been in vain, including mine!

My nephews enjoy their
handicrafts with you.

I like teaching boys.

Better than teaching girls
-- but don't tell Mrs Kirke.

No. No! Shh!

Observe this, this illustration.

I wince to surmise what adventures
it depicts, and think it

should not be brought into a
house where there are children.

Look, more of it there is!

It's better they play with gunpowder,

than they read such things!

The Weekly Volcano? Let it burn.

You know, I have no patience for
those who create this bad trash!

In which case, Professor Bhaer,
you have no patience with me.

Every other week I publish
a story in that magazine.

And every penny I earn
in exchange for them

goes to the good of someone I love.

My sister, as it happens!

I shouldn't have to explain
how much a sister can matter.

Not to you.

Wait. Ah...

Your sister is sick?

She isn't strong.

I've been saving up so I
can take her to the ocean.

Does that still make my stories
"bad trash" in your eyes?

I have not words sufficient to apologise.

I wish instead to...

.. present a gift.

- The Complete Works
Of Shakespeare. - Hmm.

There's a universe of
literature within these boards.

Shakespeare earned his living by his pen.

He wrote spectaculars, and
he entertained the people.

But he also created works of
such beauty that the world

is still sustained by them.

One need not exclude the other.

You know so much more than I do.

That only makes me learned.

It does not make me wise.

But I am wiser now.

Professor Bhaer.

I've decided to go home for a short while.

I'm leaving next week.

S-so suddenly?

I've had another payment, which means I
have enough to take my sister to the sea.

She needs the air very badly.

But you will return?

To New York?

Yes.

Yes.

Godspeed you on your journey, Miss March.

- I'll see you in four weeks!
- Ja.

- Write often! - Bye.
- Bye. - Safe journeys.

- Jo, we're going to have to
have this out. - Have what out?

I've loved you ever since I've known you!

And I can't help it,
even though I've tried.

Laurie, I don't want to
have this conversation!

I know you don't!

I've tried to show you how I
feel but you refuse to see it.

So now I'm going to make you
hear it, and give me an answer!

Jo!

I don't want you to be unhappy, Laurie!

- I went away so that you wouldn't be!
- It was no use.

I spent the whole time trying
to turn myself into someone

good enough for you to love!

You are good enough. You've
always been good enough!

It's just I can't love you in
the way that you want me to.

I've tried, and I won't lie and say
I love you like that when I don't!

Have you really, truly tried?

Really, truly.

Teddy, I'm sorry.

I'm so desperately sorry.

I'd kill myself if I
thought it would help!

- In what way would that help, Jo?
- I don't know!

But it would be easier than making
myself love you when I don't!

- That can't be done.
- Some people manage it.

I don't believe in that sort of
love, and I don't intend to try.

I have something to tell you.

If it's about that old man,
I'd rather not hear it.

What old man?

That professor you were
always writing home about!

Professor Bhaer?

We're friends, Laurie.

We talk about literature and plays, and...

You go to philosophical
symposiums together!

We went to one philosophical symposium!

If you tell me you love him,
I'll be the one who kills myself!

- I haven't the least idea of loving Professor
Bhaer or anybody else. - You will in the end!

And so will you in the end!

You grew out your hair.

I thought you might care for it.

I'll never love anyone but you.

Laurie.

Be sensible.

I will not be sensible!
I can't be sensible, Jo!

I don't believe you've
got any heart at all!

And I wish I hadn't!

Love cannot be forced, Laurie.

Well, that's what she said.

And I'd rather hang myself
than live in a world where

she won't change her mind.

Sometimes the only response
to the provocation of a woman

is to take it like a man.

What if I can't take it like a man?

Then take yourself abroad.

You said I could travel once I graduated,

but I didn't think I'd
be travelling alone.

You wouldn't be alone.

I wouldn't be with Jo.

There's at least one person who'd
go to the end of the Earth with you.

Who?

Me.

Thank you, sir.

I went through all of
this when I was your age.

And then again when it
was your father's turn.

May I advise against
the Sonata Pathetique...

.. until we're feeling more robust?

You have a bay scallop
and an angel wing here.

Do you want me to look the
other ones up in the book?

Later.

You know, don't you, Jo?

Yes.

I wanted to tell you,

but I couldn't.

I've known for a long time.

I suspected, and I wanted to be wrong,

so I went to Dr Bangs, so he could
tell me not to be so silly and...

.. and he didn't.

Now I'm used to it, it isn't hard to bear.

Except I've been keeping a secret.

Is that what was troubling
you last autumn?

Yes.

It wasn't to do with Laurie?

Why would it be to do with Laurie?

Apart from seeing him so strong

and well and so full of
happy plans, like all of you.

But you kept it a secret.

You didn't let us comfort you or help you.

Why did you try to shut us
out and bear it all alone?

I didn't want to be selfish.

I didn't want to frighten Marmee,

when she was already worried
about Meg and her confinement.

You don't think we wanted to care for you?

You have to let us help you.

You have to try to get well.

I do try.

But every day I lose a little strength

and feel more certain I
shall never get it back.

It's like the tide, Jo.

When it turns, it goes slowly,
but it can't be stopped.

I'll stop it.

I'll fight it.

I'll... keep you alive,

whatever I have to do,

and whatever I have to give up to God.

This is what He wants, Jo.

He can't be that cruel.

I don't want to let life go.

I can only try to be willing.

Will you tell Father and
Marmee, when we get home?

- I won't have to.
- But you must.

And you must look after them.

Promise me.

I promise.

Good afternoon, Miss March!

- Laurie! - Or should that
be bonjour, Mademoiselle Mars?

Marmee a ecrit que vous serez a Sienne!

Your tenses are all back to front, Amy!

I've been making Herculaneum
efforts with my art.

I thought the Continent would
bring out the Raphael in you.

It hasn't so far.

And I tried oils in Paris, drawing in Nice

and absolutely everything in Rome.

You know...

.. I'm starting to think
I might not be a genius.

I think the same thing every time I
try to sit down and write my opera.

You're writing an opera?

Grandfather likes to see me occupied,

and I like Mozart and Beethoven.

Not that that has got me anywhere.

You've timed your return to
perfection, as it happens.

The cat has had kittens again,
and someone needs to take them on,

- as Hannah has threatened to run
them through her mangle. - Marmee.

Yes?

I'm sick...

.. and I'm not going to get better.

She was the one that I
never made plans for.

She was the that one I...

.. I couldn't imagine married.

She was the one that...

.. I couldn't picture
with an infant in her arms.

She knew she was dying
for a long time, Marmee...

And all I know was that she...

.. she would never leave home!

And I was content with that.

I could keep her safe here!

And now she's going to
go so far away from home,

I won't be able to guide
her or protect her.

I-I...

I won't be able to be her mother.

And she will need me, Jo.

She will need me!

I'm afraid I might have overdone
it with my embellishments.

So many fresh flowers, I might
as well climb into a vase.

I'm sorry. I... brought you some more.

This stuff is nice.

It's called illusion tulle.

You can pin it on over the shabbiest gown

and shimmer like a moth in candlelight!

Which is lovely...

.. unless you don't like moths.

Would you care to dance, Amy?

One generally does at a ball.

Jo.

Do the babies tire you?

(Yes.)

Shhh.

Beth, dear...

.. you're going to have
to go on a journey...

.. and you mustn't be afraid.

You were always braver than you knew.

Rest here, until you're ready.

"Take care of Amy, Teddy. Stop.

"With love. Stop. Jo."

Marmee says I'm to stay here
with Aunt Carroll and Florence.

I keep wanting to tell you to cry.

I can't.

I keep remembering that will I
wrote when Beth had scarlet fever.

You bequeathed me a plaster
horse, if I recall correctly.

I had my death...

.. all rehearsed in my mind.

I had Beth's all rehearsed and ready too.

I thought it would tear me open...

.. burn me down, like a house. And now...

.. I'm just frozen.

I'll come to see you every day, Amy.

Promise me?

Yes.

Marmee thought that I shouldn't
keep this in my bedroom any more.

I thought to put it in the parlour...

.. but, it's Beth's

and I don't think it should be
where I can see it for a while.

It can have a home with me.

Help me.

Always.

You have to write, Jo.

You have to write.

Sift down through your heart,

through all the pain...

.. and grief.

There are words there.

There's a woman there.

And it's you.

But I don't know what the words are.

I don't know what to say.

Say you were happy once.

Say there was laughter.

Say what is true.

My Beth.

Sitting patient in the shadow

Till the blessed life shall come

A serene and saintly presence

Sanctifies our troubled home

O my sister passing from me

Out of human care and strife

Leave me as a gift those virtues

Which have beautified your life.

By Josephine March.

Thank you, miss.

Jo!

Don't let the babies in! They won't
get a Christmas surprise if you do!

They're with Marmee and
Hannah in the kitchen.

Father showed me your
poem in Godey's magazine.

It's beautiful, Jo.

The editor ordered four stories

and as much verse as I care to write.

He said that he liked them because
they were pure, warm and honest.

Cut it out and pin it to
the wall above your desk,

so you can see what you can do.

I just broke my scissors.

I've had to do yours all over again.

It will never sail
anywhere folded like this.

Laurie, that paper boat
could sail across oceans.

It could sail all the way back home!

Get back on the bank, Amy.

I've saved you from drowning once
before, I'm not doing it again.

OK, give me yours now!

Oh, they're not going anywhere.

I'm not sure I want them to.

I quite like them just
sitting there side by side.

On the same journey.

We're on the same journey, aren't we, Amy?

Yes.

Can we make it last forever?

Amy's engaged to be married?

To Laurie?

Yes.

He's been writing me all winter.

Were you hoping that
he would ask you again?

No.

I was hoping he wouldn't.

Because if he had, I
might have said yes...

.. and not for the right reasons.

I've got writing to do.

That's lovely, Daisy.

Amy will like the blue pitcher
best, blue is her favourite colour!

Oh!

Look. That's lovely!

If they haven't arrived already,
and early, and if the little lady

isn't dressed in silk from her
head to her French-buttoned boots!

- Shall we go see her? Come on!
- Come on!

- Amy! Sweetheart!
- Marmee!

Welcome home!

Thank you, sir. Good to see you.

That's not an engagement ring.

She has a sapphire from Chopard
as big as a pigeon's egg!

But I can't get my glove on over it.

It's a wedding ring!

- Well done! - Thank
you, sir! - Well done!

Hey, Jo! Is genius burning,
or can you tolerate a visit?

I can always tolerate a
visit from you, Teddy.

But... I'm not sure how many
more surprises I can bear.

Why didn't you tell anyone, Teddy?

We thought it would be a lark.

I have to get back to my wife soon.

But I want to say one thing, once,

and then put it by forever.

And what is that, Teddy?

I used every power in my possession
to stop myself from loving you.

And now I know I never shall.

I will love you till the day I die, Jo.

But you and Amy have
changed places in my heart.

You are my sister, and she is...

Mrs Laurence?

Yes.

Can you believe it?

Yes.

Now can we go back to being
happy, like we were before?

Not quite.

We were children before,
and we aren't any longer.

Marmee will be along soon.

She just wanted to be sure
that you had seen the doctor.

Estelle sent for him this morning.

He told me only what I knew already.

Which is that you've had a stroke.

A small stroke. I am in no danger.

I want you to take some of this soup.

Ordering your elders and
fiddling with the sick.

You've turned into an old maid, Josephine.

I prefer to think of myself
as a literary spinster.

We're both aunts.

There is a pleasure in it,

as well as duty, and vexation.

The world should be kinder to those of us.

Our lives are not without purpose.

But mine is small, Aunt March.

It's so small, and so narrow, I
feel it closing in on me like walls.

I wasn't meant for a life like this.

Now...

.. open up.

W-when I'm ready.

Better times will come.

Professor Bhaer? Is that you?

Miss March!

You look tired.

I've been to see my aunt. She's sick.

What in heaven's name
has brought you here?

Business.

Please, take shelter.

You said you'd come back.

I promised Beth I'd stay.

I shouldn't have stopped writing.

You didn't.

You wrote a poem.

It was called My Beth.

You saw it?

And I keep it against my heart...

.. which has been sore for you.

I should go.

- You must entertain
visitors, perhaps? - No.

It's just my family.

But don't worry, I've told
them so much about you.

Oh, you have?

Come here.

I've forgotten how to
do it the pretty way!

You don't have to, Jo.

You look beautiful.

Everybody really likes him.

Hurry up, Jo. It's your turn, and
your audience is getting restless!

She's looking a little
stronger, Amy. I'm sure of it.

Yeah.

Boys! Boys!

Lay off the apple picking for
now and come and get your tea.

Class One over there, Class Two
there, where I can see you.

I never imagined Aunt March would
leave Plumfield to Jo in her will.

And I dare say Aunt March never
imagined what she'd do with it.

I don't think that old
house ever made her happy.

But it's brought me more joy
than any castle in the air,

even if my hair is turning grey.

Nothing is ever perfect.

But things can be just right.

Yes, they can.