All language subtitles for A.Tree.Grows.in.Brooklyn.1945.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

VENDOR: Blackberries! I got blackberries!

(MAN HAWKING)

This'll be the last of them now, Francie.

Is that all, Mom? Can we go now?

Not so loud, Neeley. Do you wanna wake
your papa up?

Gosh, Francie, ain't you through with
them dishes yet?

She'll only be a minute. My, I wish you
was as anxious

to get going on school mornings as you is
on Saturday.

Papa was late last night.

Yeah, I was dead asleep when he come in,
I guess.

He says if people didn't like to make
speeches so much at dinners,

waiters could spend more time with their
families.

It wasn't much of a job, I guess.

Them club dinners don't tip much.

Is that all, Mama?

Yes, yes. Go on. I'll dry 'em.

You don't look like you got much there
this week.

One of these days,

Mrs. Gaddis is gonna throw away that old
wash boiler of hers.

Carney will pay us plenty for the copper
bottom off of that.

He won't pay you any more than he has to.

You watch him on that weighing, now. Yes'm.

Parents ought to have a day that's like
Saturday is for kids. Go on.

Maybe if I start the lower hall

and scrub my way up today,

it'll make something special out of it
for me.

Keep an eye on him, Francie. NEELEY: Come
on!

Yes, Mama!

Rags! Old iron! Rags! Old iron!

Rags! Old iron!

(MAN YELLING)

(CHILDREN JEERING)

They done good today. Come on.

(GIRLS SINGING)

MAN: Boarding! 89th Street!

Neeley!

Boarding! 89th Street!

Ragpickers!

Come on.

Now, look. Stand on the same side as him
when he weighs it

so as he can reach it.

And don't forget to stand there after he
pays you.

You forgot that last time, and a penny's
a penny, ain't it?

Well, I guess I know it is.

Well, all right, then.

Three cents. That stuff's worth more than
that.

Shut up! I say what things are worth
around here.

Who's next?

Hello, little girl. Come on.

Shut up! Shut up!

You done fine. Nine cents.

Three, five, nine.

There you are, an extra penny

because you're a nice, little girl.

That's better. I sure wish Carney liked
to pinch boys.

Nine and my pinching penny.

Thirty
-nine! It's a pencil!

Give me one.

Twenty
-six. A pen wiper.

(UPBEAT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

Something you want, little girl?

I'm merely looking, thank you. I have a
right.

I have money.

Step on a crack, break your mother's back.

(STREETCAR BELL RINGING)

Here she comes! Cheese it!

Neeley. Neeley, we gotta go home!

Beat it!

Mama said.

Mama said! Mama said!

I'll beat you!

No, you won't!

For heaven's sake. Is it that late already?

Well, I guess I'll just let these stairs
go till later.

Four cents, Mom. That's pretty good.

Dump the bucket, Neeley.

Mama, can I...

No. Dump the bucket and bring it.

Today's the day for the insurance collector

and I certainly don't want him to catch
me looking like this.

Hot, ain't it?

Yeah, but Christmas will be here before
you know it.

I got enough troubles without worrying
about that.

How's your sister today, Henny?

Poorly, thank you.

Well, hello, Flossie, dear.

Hello, Mrs. Nolan. Don't you notice
something?

You look like you was feeling better,

much better. Don't you, Francie?

No, I don't! I don't!

(FLOSSIE CRYING)

Heat up the coffee while I fix up.

Right there. That's better.

Mom? Yes, Neeley?

Mom, if there was a rule about something,

that doesn't mean you couldn't do
something else once in a while.

Neeley, you cannot have any of those
pennies to buy an ice cream cone.

They go in the bank, the same as usual.
Bring them in here, Neeley.

Half of everything we get goes into that
bank.

That's the way it is and that's the way
it's gotta be, now.

Put 'em in there.

Gosh, I bet we got about $100 in that old
bank by now.

Nine's more like it.

Mama! Mama, they're cutting the tree!

Oh, that's too bad.

It was kind of pretty there with birds
sitting in it sometimes.

Papa loved that tree.

Quit mooning over it. It got in the way
of the washing.

A tree ain't gonna put no pennies in the
bank.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

It's Mr. Barker.

Get out the good cup and saucer and give
it a wipe.

And, Francie, you can stay in the room,

if you want, while Mr. Barker's here.

How do you do, Mr. Barker?

How do you do, Francie?

Mama is temporarily detained, but will
join you directly.

Hello, Neeley. Hello.

Why, Francie, you got manners right out
of a book.

And company or no company,

Mrs. Nolan always looks the lady.

You should see some of my people,

even ladies with husbands that work steady.

Won't you go into the parlor and have a
cup of coffee?

That, I will. And your hospitality is
very kind, Mrs. Nolan.

Well, old man Gentry's off to jail again.

KATIE: That's too bad.

But she's keeping up his insurance just
the same.

And here's ours. Ten cents for me, 10
cents for Mr. Nolan,

a nickel for each of the children.

And you'll never regret it, Mrs. Nolan.

A fine funeral for every member of the
family, heaven forbid.

And now your weekly receipts, Mrs. Nolan.

Now there's one party not far from here,

I wouldn't like to say who, that didn't
get no receipts this week.

And naming no names, I will say

that it's a family that the angel of death

has marked on his invitation list. Heaven
forbid.

Henny says his sister's got one foot in
the grave.

Neeley!

It'll mean Potter's Field, most likely.

Thank you, Francie.

Well, that's what people get.

Wasting good money to give her dresses
instead of insurance.

Dresses that'll last longer than she will.

All depends on what folks thinks is
important.

Papa says dresses...

That's right, Mr. Barker.

It all depends on what folks thinks is
important.

And how is Mr. Nolan? Is he working or
not working?

Some tell me one thing, some another. Of
course, I don't listen.

Mr. Nolan, being a singing waiter, Mr.
Barker,

and what you might call an artist,

his work don't come steady like other
people's.

But I'm sure you'll remember when you
talk to folks

that the Nolans have always paid their
insurance on the dot.

You surely don't think I go around

spreading gossip about my clients, Mrs.
Nolan.

Sure not. And how's my mother, Mr. Barker?

In the prime, Mrs. Nolan. Fine as can be.

And she says to tell you she'll be over...

Over tonight, same as usual.

And I trust you're pleased with the news
about your sister.

Just which news do you mean, Mr. Barker?

Well, now, she must be saving it to
surprise you with tonight

when the family's all here together.

I'd take it kindly if you told me what
you mean.

Well, I trot around, same as usual, to
collect her weekly dime

and what do you think happens?

Well, sir, she gives me two dimes.

Yes, sir, she's done it again.

She's got herself a brand
-new husband.

Oh, no!

Well, now, I suppose you mean about her
still being married.

I don't mind saying I had the same
thought myself.

But I'm sure it must be all right.

She must have made some arrangement.

I'm quite sure she did, Mr. Barker.

Does she call this one Bill, too?

You children run along now and do the
marketing.

Go on. Take some money from the cup

and get a five
-cent soup bone off of Hassler's.

Don't get the chopped meat from him,
though.

He grinds it behind closed doors and
heaven only knows.

Go to Werner's for the meat.

Ask for round steak, chopped, 10 cents'
worth.

And don't let him give it to you off the
plate.

Take an onion, Neeley! And ask him to
chop it in.

And then just at the last, ask for a
piece of suet to fry it with.

But he won't always do that, Mama.

Tell him your mama said.

And then go for the bread.

It's Saturday, Mom.

All right. Ask for a nice pie, not too
crushed.

Now, go on. But, Mama, we know

Aunt Sissy's been married before.

Sure. I can remember two Uncle Bills.

That's nothing for you to talk about.

Now run along now and get things done.

You got no right, Mr. Barker, to be
carrying tales about my sister

as though there were something wrong.

She may be funny some ways, but she
wouldn't do nothing wrong,

so I'd like it if you didn't talk to
people like it was.

Strike me dead if I'd ever think of
mentioning it to anyone

but you, Mrs. Nolan.

Yeah, sure. I know.

Well, you might as well go on now and
tell me what you do know.

No point in my being the only one who
don't hear it.

Well...

Ten cents' worth of round steak? You want
it ground?

No, thank you. You're sure now?

It wasn't 20 minutes ago I ground that
whole plateful fresh.

No, thank you.

Oh, I forgot. My mama wants it ground.

You don't tell me.

And she said to chop that in with it.

She did?

And a piece of suet to fry it with, Mama
said.

Sweet jumping Christopher!

VENDOR: Olives! Sweet potatoes!

You know, Mama thinks we don't know
anything.

Yeah. She acts like we were kids or
something.

I bet she has a fight with Aunt Sissy
tonight.

It's got something to do with men like
Aunt Sissy too much.

But Papa says we ought to make everybody
like us.

I guess maybe ladies shouldn't.

Maybe Aunt Sissy wouldn't have changed
husbands so much

if any of her babies would've lived.

She's crazy about babies.

Look who's talking about babies. A lot
you know.

I know as much as you do.

You don't know nothing.

You think you're so smart. Boys make me
sick!

What do you think girls make people?

MAN: Here she comes!

Come on!

WOMAN: Mister, give us a white bread.

Six loaves!

And a pie, not too crushed!

This bread's fine. I wouldn't be surprised

if wasn't more than three days old.

Is that all, Mom? Can we go now?

Yes, you're free.

(NEELEY WHISTLING)

Where's the fire?

There's a scout for the Brooklyns around.

They're looking for a catcher.

Where are you going? No place much.

Well, don't go dream walking crossing the
street.

"Browning."

"B
-U... Burton."

Anatomy of Melancholy.

Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy.

Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy?

Are you sure you want this?

Yes, ma'am.

Don't you think it's a trifle over your
head?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, then, why did you select it?

Well, I've read all the authors beginning
with "A"

and all the "B's" down to Burton. It's
next.

You mean you're trying to read your way
straight through the library?

Yes, ma'am.

But a book like this, you'll only be
confused.

Please. I wanna read clear through the
alphabet.

I want to know everything in the world.

Well...

All right. Only do something for me, will
you?

Take another book, too. Here.

When Knighthood Was in Flower, just for
fun.

It's Saturday. I'll have a headache
thinking about you

wrestling with The Anatomy of Melancholy
all weekend.

Will you?

Yes, ma'am.

WOMAN: A little more to the left, Mr.
Crackenbox!

You think I want Mrs. Whittely's baby
clothes?

It's your wash, your baby.

Don't forget to fix mine, Mr. Crackenbox!

(WOMEN CLAMORING)

Maybe you'd like to come up here and fix
it yourselves

and that's just what you'll be doing if
you don't shut up!

WOMAN: Mr. Crackenbox, it still sags!

Now, Mr. Crackenbox, get it just a little
bit higher, if you don't mind.

(CLAMORING CONTINUES)

MAN: (SINGING) ...her wheelbarrow

Through streets broad and narrow

Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive
-O

I won, I won!

Well, now, I wouldn't be too sure about
that if I was you.

But I did! I got it open before you
finished and that's the rules.

But I came up one flight two steps at a
time before I remembered.

Don't that make a difference?

No, sir. The rules...

And in a manner of speaking, you never
did stop me at all

because my heart kept right on singing.

Papa, you're joking.

Well, I guess I'll let you get away

with winning this time, prima donna.

And where's your beautiful mama?
Finishing the hall.

She must be on the top floor or she'd
have heard you.

Well, in that case, why ain't you getting
busy?

Why ain't you laying out my clothes?

Papa, you always make fun.

You know you haven't any more clothes.

Haven't any more clothes?

What's this? A tie.

And this? And this? A dickey. An apron.

Them's clothes, ain't they? And you'd
better be getting that apron ironed, too.

Papa, you got a job for tonight?

You see the palm of that hand?

That's right where I got the world tonight.

Where's the job, Papa?

Klommer's. A big wedding party.

And you know something, prima donna?
There'll be plenty of tips.

Singing or waiting? Both.

Maybe tonight will be it.

Maybe tonight he'll be there, the
impresario.

And he'll hear you sing, and he'll put
you on the stage.

And why not? Ain't I the Brooklyn Thrush?

Papa!

And now you'd better be getting my apron
ironed.

Have it in a jiffy, Papa. The coffee's on.

That's my prima donna.

(SINGING) Early one morning I heard a
maiden singing

(CALLING)

Oh, Papa, I can't sing.

Come on, now. You're holding up the
singing.

(SINGING) Oh, don't deceive me Oh, never
leave me

And better singing I never did hear.

I love to iron for you, Papa.

You know something, a day like this

is just like somebody gave you a present.

Everything just right.

I wonder what people did before they
invented coffee.

This sure could be a fine world if...

Hey, you know something, prima donna?

You're going to make somebody a mighty
fine wife someday.

Papa!

And very pretty, too. That is, if your
nose doesn't grow crooked.

Could it really? Honest?

No. It's the prettiest nose in all
Brooklyn.

Papa, it isn't.

Who says it isn't?

You just tell me who said it and I'll
take care of him.

Papa, you're crazy. And you know
something else?

You're not gonna be ironing like this
when that impresario comes along.

Things are gonna be different around
here. You wait and see.

Yes, Papa. Hey.

What's the wish you wish the most

when our ship comes sailing in?

Well, it already came true.

What is it? Come on and tell me.

Well, I wished that when you came home
today

you wouldn't be sick.

Who told you to call it "sick," baby?

You shouldn't waste your wishes on things
like that.

You should be saving them for a silk
dress or something.

Haven't you got a better wish than that?

Well... Come on.

Well, I hope Mama won't be too mad with
Aunt Sissy.

What about Aunt Sissy?

She's gone and got herself another
husband again.

No! (LAUGHS)

No! Gee, if there isn't a woman for you.

Hey. What did your mama say?

Well, she didn't like it.

Yeah. I can imagine that.

Couldn't you sort of say something to her,

not to be too mad to Aunt Sissy?

That I could, prima donna, and that I will.

Thank you, Papa.

Now, haven't you got just one little wish
for yourself?

Just one wish just for you?

Well, did you see it, Papa? What?

Out the window, our tree, they've killed
it!

Well, will you look at that, now?

They didn't have any right to kill it,
did they, Papa?

Now, wait a minute. They didn't kill it.

Why, they couldn't kill that tree. Honest?

Why, sure, baby.

Don't tell me that tree's gonna lay down
and die that easy.

Look at that tree. See where it's coming
from?

Right up out of the cement.

Didn't nobody plant it. It didn't ask the
cement could it grow.

It just couldn't help growing so much,

it pushed that old cement right out of
the way.

But when you're busting with something
like that, can't anybody help it.

(BIRDS TWITTERING)

Like, like that little old bird up there.
Listen to him.

(WHISTLES)

He didn't ask anybody could he sing.

And he certainly didn't take any lessons.

He's so full of singing it's just got to
bust out someplace.

Why, they could cut that old tree right
down to the ground

and a root would push up someplace else
in the cement.

You wait till spring, prima donna, and
you'll see.

Well, this ain't winning the family
bread, huh?

Come on. Ain't you got one nice, little
wish just for yourself?

No, Papa. I just...

Just what?

I just love you so much, Papa!

Well, what do you know?

Listen.

If I make a lot of tips tonight, you know
what I'm gonna do?

What, Papa?

I'm gonna put two bucks on the nose of a
horse I know is running Monday.

And I'll win 10. Then I'll put it on
another horse.

If I use my head and I'm lucky,

I'll run it up to 500 bucks.

Then you know what I'm gonna do? What,
Papa?

I'm gonna take you on a trip,

just you and me on a regular train.

Maybe we'll go down south and see the
cotton.

You know, down where them cotton blossoms
blow.

(SINGING) Way down upon the Swanee River

Far, far away

You're a nice girl, baby.

Come on! We'll go up and tell your mama
the news about my job!

(PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

Anybody seen Johnny Nolan's wife?

Johnny, you all right? And why not?

Ain't I married to the most beautiful lady

in all Williamsburg, Brooklyn?

Well, you're shouting it so loud

they'll hear you over to Manhattan.

Don't you get fresh with me tonight, Mrs.
Nolan.

Happens I'm working Klommer's big wedding
party.

I thought you looked kinda extra dressy.

I guess you won't get home until the sun
comes up.

The later, the better. The more tips,

the more fine silk stockings for my
wife's pretty legs.

Silk stockings is just what I need!

Now, just a minute, Mrs. Nolan.

Ain't you gonna give me a kiss for luck?

The whole house is looking.

Sure. I know they're looking, but who
cares?

This is the finest job I had in months.

Maybe I'll get more from tonight.

You better get on with it. Good jobs
don't wait.

But the job's no good without you. Kiss me.

Well, you still got a way with you,
Johnny Nolan.

Now, go on! Get out of here!

Before you know it, the folks at that
wedding

will be an old, married couple.

Before you know it, I won't go at all.

Theirs ain't the only marriage that counts.

Take your hat and get out of here

before someone else cops that job!

Our Francie was telling me that

Sissy's gone and done it again.

Well, maybe he's a nice fella.

Don't be too hard on her, huh?

They was all nice fellas. Beat it, now,
Johnny.

That's just a sample, madam.

If you like my stock, drop me a card

and I'll be back again. Good evening.

Well, will you look at our beautiful
princess tonight

in a brand
-new gown.

It's made out of silk.

Silk?

Don't you tell me that.

This dress is made out of flower petals
and birds' wings

and a little old piece of cloud.

Anybody can tell that.

Good evening, Mr. Spencer.

MR. SPENCER: Working tonight, Johnny?

Yeah. Big wedding party.

Good evening, Miss Lizzie, Miss Maggie.

You're looking fine today, Mr. Nolan.
Indeed, you are.

Thank you, ladies.

JOHNNY: (SINGING) Here comes the bride
Here...

JOHNNY: Good evening, young ladies.
WOMEN: Good evening.

Allow me, princess.

VENDOR: Blackberries!

I got blackberries!

Hi, Mr. Ching. Hello.

What did Mama say about Aunt Sissy? Now
don't worry about it.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Your Aunt Sissy's a fine woman, Francie.

Look at them things!

There's no use talking. Someday I'm gonna
buy you them skates.

Mama says not to be too late, Papa.

Look. God invented time.

And when he invents something, there's
always plenty of it.

There's your car, Papa.

Boy! Look at them knives!

Mama says time is money.

I guess he wasn't worrying much about
money right then.

There's your car, Papa.

Well, I might as well catch it.

VENDOR: Ice! Any ice today?

Supper's ready.

Hey. Am I hungry!

And when weren't you hungry? Mama?

Yes, Francie?

What does white mean?

Just white, I guess. What do you mean
what does it mean?

Neeley, sit down at your place.

Why do girls always wear it when they're
married

and when they're confirmed and when they
graduate?

Why does it always have to be white?

Just one of those things somebody
started. Lots of things like that.

Will I have a white dress when I graduate?

We'll see. Neeley will probably have to
have shoes by that time.

But, Mama. Well, talk to him about it.

If you can get him to quit coming through
the soles of his shoes.

It's just because he's a boy. All right,
Mama.

I will gladly do without so my little
brother can be happy with new shoes.

Little brother, my eye!

That'll do! Francie, you read too much.

Well, hey, everybody.

Hi, Aunt Sissy! What did you bring us?

I brung myself, chickabiddies. Ain't that
enough?

And a couple of magazines from the
dentist's.

What does he need 'em for or me, either.

I can't read like my educated little
niece here.

Hello, Katie, my darling.

Good evening, Sissy.

Well, you look fine, Katie.

Yeah, I look fine.

Who spilled the beans?

I forgot. It was old Barker's day here.

Where's Johnny? I was kinda counting on
him to be in my corner.

Sure. You and Johnny.

Look, Katie, I didn't tell you

because I wanted to bring Bill around.

But I couldn't. He's home sleeping. He's
a milkman, see?

Listen. You're gonna wish me happiness,
ain't you?

Naturally, I'm going to wish you
happiness this time, too.

Golly, why can't you skip to the part
where you forgive me?

You're going to before you're through.

You know I'll get around to you in the end.

Why can't you just be human now and get
it over with?

There ain't no one like you to get around
a person in the whole world,

unless it's Johnny.

You're in time for pie. Go on now and sit
down!

That's more like it. That's my kid sister
talking.

Just coffee for me. I gotta get home soon
and fix breakfast for Bill.

Breakfast? At night? Yeah. Ain't it a riot?

We sleep all day long with the shades
pulled down to keep out the sun

and the windows shut to keep out the noise.

It's fun. You don't live like nobody else.

No, you sure don't.

Easy on the whip, kid. Wait till you meet
my Bill. You and him will...

Wouldn't you marry nobody if they wasn't
named Bill, Aunt Sis?

She might not remember them if they wasn't.

Bill's got some other name. Steve, I
think it is.

But I always liked Bill.

A good man's name with no stuck
-up about it.

You'll be crazy about him, Katie. Yeah?

But the question is how will him and you
get along?

It's wrong, Sissy. I mean, the others...

The others was wrong.

What's right about keeping on with a guy

when you don't love each other anymore?

KATIE: But it ain't as easy as that.

I think Aunt Sissy's right about when
love is dead.

Now, look what you started.

It ain't nothing to talk about in front
of them.

Every time you come here, you fill their
heads with...

Go on downstairs for a while, kids.

Your mama's got a spanking up her sleeve

and she ain't gonna feel right until
somebody gets it.

Might as well get it over with.

You don't wanna frown like that, snuggle
pup.

The fellas don't go for that at all.

All right, kid. Let's have it, the works.

I'm a disgrace. You don't know what
you're gonna do with me.

You can hardly face the neighbors

with what they must be saying.

I'm old enough to know better.

Go on. Get it all off your chest,

then we can make up and forget about it.

That's right. Talk your way out of it.
You probably will, too.

What'd Mama have to say?

You know Mama. She don't say much.

Sure. I know Mama.

"Sissy is bad only where the men are
concerned,

"but she's good in her heart."

But that ain't it, Sissy. People got a
right to talk.

And the kids are bound to hear, and it
ain't right for them.

And you can get in trouble. You ain't
real sure what happened,

and there's laws about...

Katie, so help me, this time it's for
keeps.

I ain't even gonna look at another guy.

And as for the last one, he can't be alive

or I would have heard from him.

I've been pretty good.

Seven years is a long time to wait around
not being married.

They said all you had to wait was seven
years and I waited.

For the life of me,

I don't know what you're trying to talk
yourself into,

but I got a feeling it ain't right.

All I know is it can't be wrong,

or I wouldn't feel like I do about it.

I'm dumb, sure, but I know this much,

if I feel bad about something, it's wrong.

If I feel good, it's right.

You wouldn't get it, Katie. You got all
the breaks I never had.

You got the kids and you got a guy

you're clear overboard about. You're lucky.

Yeah, and where does crazy over somebody
get you?

It don't put no pennies in the bank.

It don't buy no clothes for the kids to
go to school in.

Maybe you got it better not sticking to
one guy.

I wish, sometimes, I wasn't so crazy over
him.

Hey, Katie.

I won't have the kids taking after him,
either.

Him and those dreamy ways of his I used
to think were so fine.

Not if I gotta cut it right out of their
hearts!

Katie, what are you saying?

I don't know.

Yes, you do. You're saying plenty.

What's happened between you and Johnny?

I don't know what I'm saying.

I don't know what's come over me.

Look, hon, it's time we found out.

Sure we got something to talk about now.
I don't wanna.

Uh
-uh. You're the kid sister. You listen now.

You was awful crazy about Johnny.

Don't tell me. I seen you.

It was like every woman wants to be with
a guy.

Yeah. All right,

maybe Johnny didn't turn out just like
you figured.

Sure, he drinks and all, and you're the
one who's had to make most of the living,

but everybody's got something.

And you wasn't crazy about Johnny

because he was gonna be a banker.

It was on account of...

Well, on account of how he laughed

and how you felt walking down the street
holding on to him

and having other women look at you.

And the way he could talk about things

and the way he had of saying hello to
everybody

like he was giving away something.

That's what you was crazy about, and that
ain't changed.

I don't know. Them things couldn't change
in Johnny,

not even if he tried.

He's just different, kinda. He always was.

But he ain't changed.

If there's been any changing, hon, maybe
it's you.

You still got all you was crazy over,
ain't you?

Yeah.

Then thank your lucky stars for what you
got, Katie Nolan,

and take the rest along with it!

And you got a lot, you can take it from
me. Don't think you haven't.

I might have known, starting out to take
you apart,

I'd wind up with you making me over.

Nice going.

Don't stir yourself, pal. Thank you.

Better go inside, Alfred.

How'd you come out, Aunt Sis?

No decision. It was a draw. Your mom's
bark is worse than her bite.

Look, tell me something. When Papa's
home, I bet...

I bet him and Mama laugh aplenty, don't
they?

You know, like they always did?

Sure. Pop can make anybody laugh when he
wants to,

except when he's drunk.

"Sick," Neeley, Mama said to call it!

Okay. "Sick," then.

Look, hon. Tell you what you can do for me.

Do all the laughing you can.

You know, keeps everybody healthy.

Okay.

Laughter is the singing of the angels.

You're a funny kid, head full of all them
things,

kinda like your pop.

She tells lies like Pop, too.

He does not tell lies!

Well, I don't know what you call 'em.

Time out!

I've had enough battling to last me for
today. Where did you get the skates?

They aren't ours. Papa said he'd get us
some, though.

He didn't mean it. He just said that.

He did, too, mean it, Neeley Nolan, and...

Easy now!

Kinda like your pop, don't you, hon?

He does mean it, doesn't he, Aunt Sissy?

Sure, he means it. He means it, every word.

But, well, you know, sometimes things
happen.

But it kinda ain't his fault. He...

I tell you what.

Let's make out like Johnny gave you them
skates like he said and they're yours.

Ain't gonna hurt nobody. Aunt Sissy!

No sense in them things standin' around
and nobody usin' them.

Come on.

Here we go. Easy now.

Isn't that fun? Huh?

Can I put them on next, Aunt Sissy?

Sure, you can. Mama! Mama! Mama!

Hey! You come back here with my skates!

She's not gonna hurt 'em.

Bring back my daughter's skates!

You was the one that put them kids up to
it!

Easy now! Nobody's hurt. We only borrowed
them.

She's not going off with them, Effie!

Don't you dare take up with that woman
like that!

You poor little guy. Do you put up with
that all the time?

(WOMEN CLAMORING)

Hey, Officer! Come on over here!

Now this woman here, she tried to...

Break it up. Take it easy.

I'm sure glad you come along, handsome.

You look like you could whip a bunch of
women into line.

Well, that's fine, but now I suppose
somebody tells me

what all the excitement's about.

She tried to steal my little girl's skates!

She tried to nab her.

We only borrowed them for just a minute.
Honest.

That's right. There wasn't nobody using
them.

And a little fun and frolic on a Saturday
never hurt nobody.

Bet you know all about that, don't ya?

WOMAN: If you think you're gonna get out
of it making eyes at the law...

(CLAMORING)

I don't know what the world's coming to!

Get back a little bit, buddy, huh?

This lady is my sister.

She didn't mean any harm, I'm quite sure
she didn't.

Well, as far as I can see, there's been
no harm done.

Now, just break it up. Run along. Go to
your homes.

Go on. You, too. Go on, buddy. Run along.

Now, suppose I see you women to your home?

Thanks, handsome.

My sister's always trying to be funny,
Officer.

She don't mean nothin' by it.

I'd like you to know this is the first time

that any of my family ever got into any
trouble on the street.

And I'll see to it that it don't happen
again.

I guess I know a lady when I see one,
ma'am.

I'm glad I've been of service to you,
ma'am.

He sure took a shine to you, Katie.

Go on. Who'd look at me?

He would.

Funny. Sometimes you kinda forget you are
a woman.

He wasn't gonna arrest us, Mama.

Aunt Sissy talked him out of it.

And we got to skate on them anyway,
didn't we, Aunt Sissy?

You go inside and tell Sheila and her
mama you're sorry.

Do I have to, Mama?

I don't like to say to you what I'm going
to, Sissy.

Golly, are we gonna start that again?

You're the only sister I got.

I don't care what people say about you
for myself,

but I got the kids to worry about,

and if I don't worry about them, nobody
else will.

Well, you're bad for them, Sissy.

What are you trying to say, kid?

I don't want you to come around here no
more.

My mind's made up, so don't try to change
it

with any of that soft talk of yours.

Why, I won't, Katie, not if you mean it.

But let's keep on talking about you.

Soft's one thing, but hard's another.

All right, it ain't nice to be hard.

But my kids is gonna be somebody

if I gotta turn into granite rock to make
'em!

I wish you hadn't said that, kid.

Bye, Katie.

"And Nahor lived nine and 20 years and
begat Terah.

"And Nahor lived after he begat Terah 119
years."

Boy. That's older than Grandma, ain't it?

"And begat sons and daughters."

Okay. That's the end of the page. "Troilus.

"'And dreaming night will hide our joys
no longer,

"'I would not from thee.'

"Cressida. 'Night hath been too brief.'

"Troilus. 'Beshrew the witch! With
venomous..."'

That ain't even English! It is, too!

Shakespeare wrote the best English of
anybody!

All right, then you tell me what it
means, you're so smart.

I didn't say I know what it means. I said
I liked it.

That'll do.

Okay, but I bet you don't know what it
means, either.

Maybe not, but I do know it's good for you.

"Beshrew the witch! With venomous..."

She don't know what it means.

Mom don't know what it means. Grandma
can't even read.

And gosh knows I don't know what it...

Mama, I can't read if he...

Just wasting time every night reading stuff

nobody knows what it's all about.

Now, listen. Your Aunt Sissy brought that
Bible

all the way from Sheepshead Bay,

and your papa blew in all his tips one
time on that Shakespeare

'cause Grandma said they was the greatest
book

and you should read from 'em every night,
so ya ain't gonna waste them.

I don't know. Sometimes it does seem kind
of foolish,

but it might get you somewhere.

Might even get you a job someday, who can
tell?

This reading will not stop. I say this
thing.

To this new land, your grandfather and I
came very long ago now

because we heard that here is something
very good.

Hard we worked, very hard, but we could
not find this thing.

For a long time, I do not understand, and
then I know.

When I am old, I know.

In that old country,

a child can rise no higher than his
father's state.

But here, in this place,

each one is free to go as far as he's
good to make of himself.

This way, the child can be better than
the parent

and this is the true way things grow
better.

And this has to do something with the
learning,

which is here free to all people.

I, who am old, miss this thing.

My children miss this thing.

But my children's children shall not miss
it.

This reading will not stop.

And, you, Katie.

It is not only for the job that this is
good,

but for the true things inside of us.

You don't think well about this,

nor about what you do with your sister.

You have forgotten to think with your
heart.

There is a coldness growing in you, Katie.

"Beshrew the witch! With venomous wights
she stays

"As tediously as hell, but flies the
grasps of love"

(SINGING) In Dublin's fair city Where the
girls are so pretty

I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone

As she wheeled her wheelbarrow

Through streets broad and narrow

Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive
-O

Alive, alive
-O Alive, alive
-O

Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive
-O

It's all right, Mama. I don't think he's
sick.

Alive, alive
-O Alive, alive
-O

Papa!

Well, what do you know? If it ain't my
beauty.

Hey. What are you doing up this time of
night?

I just made up my mind to wait up for you.

I guess I ain't used to the hours anymore.

No. Leave it. It's nice.

Go on.

Francie, coffee.

Is it something to eat, Papa?

And what else, with me coming from a
grand banquet?

I got some French rolls,

a whole half a broiled lobster from the
shores of Maryland,

fried oysters,

caviar from far
-off, sunny Russia,

and cheese from the mountain fastnesses
of la belle France.

What do you know about the mountain
fastnesses of France?

Is it better coming from there, Papa?

Well, it's supposed to be mighty good,

but coming home like this, I know that's
good.

Well, let's eat it. No reason we
shouldn't have a party of our own.

I'm hungry.

KATIE: Is that all you got to say to your
papa?

Hello, Pop.

His stomach's like the Irish Sea, no
bottom to it.

Mama, your wedding comb!

Well, ain't this a kind of weddin' party?

(JOHNNY EXCLAIMS)

You bet it is.

I wish I could have swiped some champagne.

Oh, no, I don't. Coffee's better.

But, look who's telling me

I don't know about them mountain
fastnesses of France.

That. Yeah, that. Imagine you forgetting.

Well, I didn't forget, not exactly. It
was a long time ago.

What do you think of a mama that forgets

where she went on her honeymoon?

Did you really go there, Mama?

Of course not. Your papa's joking.

Sure we did, or just the same as.

We spent our honeymoon in a school. It
was as big as a palace.

We just worked there nights, the two of
us, cleaning.

It was right here in Brooklyn, before you
was born.

That ain't what you told me then.

You mean to say when we was having our
supper there alone

and I used to pull down them maps

and take the teacher's pointer

and pick out the places we'd pretend we
was that night,

you mean to say we really wasn't there?

You mean you forgot that sunny France was
where we liked the best?

And all the laughing we used to do there?

You're gonna sit right down and tell me
we really wasn't there?

Well, I guess we was kind of at that. And
you're gonna tell me

I don't know about them mountain
fastnesses of France.

Katie Nolan, I'm ashamed of you!

Wasn't there nobody in school but you,
Papa?

No, sir. We had the whole place

to ourselves. Your papa better quit
talking,

or he'll have you believing you was in
France, too.

No, Papa. Talk some more!

What's this here stuff?

Caviar. That comes all the way from Russia.

Them's fish eggs. Fish eggs!

Yeah. I never could get it why they like
it, myself,

except that it's hard to get and costs a
lot.

And that makes it good, Papa?

What about the Russians?

It ain't hard for them to get. Do they
like it?

Well, can you tie that? Now, ain't we got
the smartest kids?

Papa, talk some more. Tell us all about
the party

and don't leave out anything!

That can wait.

Here. How's that?

$3. Them's good wages.

And good tips, too.

Papa, start! Was there music and did they
dance?

Your mother's got no time for all that.

You could tell me. You used to.

Well, it was kind of nice.

Klommer's, their best room, and all fixed
up with white flowers.

There was flowers on the table,

flowers on the chandelier and even on the
floor.

Here was a great big horseshoe table

with lots of people all around.

And right in front, a great big wedding
cake!

It must've been three feet tall.

Why didn't you bring home some of that?

Was the bride pretty?

Well, she was maybe not so young, but...

Sure! She was beautiful in a blue dress
and all.

And she had diamonds on her fingers and
in her ears!

And she glittered sort of.

And when she walked, her dress swished
kinda.

And the champagne just flowed like water.

The smell of it got all mixed up with the
flowers

and the powder the ladies wore,

and it made a wonderful, new perfume

that made you feel good just to smell it.

Did you sing for them, Papa?

I was coming to that.

I got three encores for My Wild Irish Rose,

and everybody clapped and clapped.

Then I sang Irish Eyes are Smiling four
times!

It must have been awful nice!

It was all right.

And when it come time for them to cut the
cake,

the band played Kiss Me Again,

she put her arms around him, and, boy,
did he look scared!

What was he scared of, Papa?

Huh?

You kids ask too many questions. You
heard the story.

Now go on and go to bed. It must be 3:00.

I got a bellyache.

Well, lay on your right side.

Good night, Mom. Good night, Neeley.

Good night, Francie.

Francie's kinda mad at me because...

Well, Sissy made a scene on the street
today

and I asked her to stay away.

Papa, was there an impresario there?

No, not tonight, prima donna.

But you got no call to be mad at your mama.

She's always got a good reason for what
she does.

Good night, Mama.

Good night, Francie.

Johnny, tell me what else happened at the
party.

Well, it was nice, just like I told you.

Awful nice.

Johnny, do you think...

I mean, have I changed a lot?

Changed?

Why, she couldn't hold a candle to you.
She ain't so hot.

I just said that for the kids. No, sir.

No. That's not what I mean.

What I mean is am I getting hard, you know?

Now, where did you grab onto an idea like
that? Hard?

I don't know. I don't want to be,

but, well, there's the kids and all,

and I wanna do what's right for them,

and maybe sometimes I...

Will you stop talking like that?

Why, you're prettier than you ever was!

I almost told that to the whole bunch
down at the party tonight.

I almost said, "You oughta see my bride

"that's waiting home for me tonight."

And you was waiting, Katie. That was
nice, awful nice.

It was just like it used to be.

You told about the party awful nice
tonight, Johnny.

I should have waited up more often, I
guess.

It ain't your fault, working hard like
you do.

You know something?

I wish I could have got you the rest of
that set when we was married.

The guy said it came all the way from
Spain.

What else was in that set, Johnny?

You ain't told me for a long time.

Two little side combs and a locket on a
chain.

And a bracelet, you said?

There's no use talking.

Someday I'm gonna look that guy up

and get you the rest of that set.

That's nice, Johnny, but I...

There's no "buts" about it. I mean it.

Things are gonna be different around here.

You ain't gonna be workin' hard like you
are now.

I don't mind the work, Johnny.

No, sir. I ain't gonna stand for it!

Look at them pretty hands.

They ain't got no business being in the
water all the time.

I'm gonna change a lot of things around
here.

I'm gonna cut out the drinking, too.

And just to prove it to ya, here's my tip
money.

No, keep your tips, Johnny. Take all a
man's money, it ain't right!

And I'm gonna keep at 'em down at the
union headquarters

to make 'em get me some jobs.

Yes, sir. Tonight's the beginning of
something new!

You believe me, don't you, Katie?

Yeah, Johnny. Yeah, sure, I do!

I'll be singing all over Brooklyn and
maybe Manhattan, too!

"Have you heard Johnny Nolan sing?"
They'll say.

And then maybe someday...

Johnny, stop it!

Stop it! Stop talking!

We ain't got a chance.

Who are we trying to kid?

Yeah.

Sure, you're right. Who am I trying to kid?

I didn't go to hurt you, Johnny,

but it's the truth, and I can't change it.

Yeah.

And I can tell you something else.

All that baloney about them encores
tonight,

that was just because they was a little
drunk and feeling good.

I wasn't so much.

That's right. I'll never be able to
change it.

Sure, you're right.

Who am I trying to kid?

Neeley Nolan, you stop that!

I don't wanna wear no old tie. It's...

Mama said!

BOY: Hey, fellas, look at me! I'm Johnny
Nolan!

Hey! Look at me!

(BOYS SHOUTING)

All right! Now break it up! Break it up!

Run along! Run along! All of you! Go on.

He's my pop.

All right now, lad. Where do you live, huh?

I'll take him home! He's my father!

Wait a minute, honey.

I expect you'd better be running along to
school, hadn't you?

I'll look after him for you.

Now, don't you worry. He ain't in any
trouble.

I'll take good care of him. Here, is this
the house?

No, the next one, second floor, back.

And if you talk to him, he's always all
right.

Sure, sure. I know. Now, don't you fret.
You just run along, huh?

All right, lad. Come on. We'll make it.

JOHNNY: (SINGING) Alive, alive
-O

Alive, alive
-O

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Johnny.

I didn't expect to find you here, ma'am.
Is there anything I can do?

He's my husband. I can take care of him.

It's all right, Johnny. I'll get you a
nice cup of coffee.

A nice cup of coffee.

Well, I just wanted to say, ma'am,

that the gentleman wasn't making no
trouble.

He just needed a little help.

Here. Drink it, Johnny.

Isn't there anything that I can do?

If you wasn't new on the beat, Mr. McShane,

you'd know that Johnny never makes any
trouble

and you'd know that the whole Nolan
family don't need anybody's help.

I'd thank you, Mr. McShane, if you'd mind
your own business.

Sure, Mrs. Nolan.

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty, that is all

"Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know"

Now, class.

ALL: "Beauty is truth, truth beauty, that
is all

"Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know"

TEACHER: Now who knows the name of the
meter?

Frances Nolan?

Yes, but...

You can't know "but."

I only meant to say,

I was thinking about the words,

what they mean, and I wondered...

You don't have to know the words,
Frances, just the meter.

But if beauty is truth and that's all ye
need... I mean, all you need to know,

then that means it's the most important
thing.

And if a man, I mean, if somebody

spent all his time trying to be like that,

well, it's hard to put, but no matter
what else he did, then...

Then what, Frances?

Then it would be all right, wouldn't it?

I'm afraid I don't understand a thing
you're saying, Frances,

and we're late now with our arithmetic.

Class will get their arithmetic books.

Pop, why don't the Katzenjammer Kids talk
plain English?

Supposed to make it funny, I guess.

Francie, you been staring out that window
over a half an hour.

Can't you make up your mind to do
something?

What shall I do?

You used to like to do your homework
Sundays.

I don't know. I don't like school as much
as I used to.

Now you're getting some sense.

School's the same this year as it was last.

Mama.

Do you know that big market on Clancy
Street down the hill?

We can't trade there, if that's what you
mean.

That neighborhood's expensive.

Well, I meant... I mean,

well, the other day, I passed that way on
my way home

and, well, Mom,

you know what's just a couple of blocks
away from that market?

Another market, I guess.

And am I supposed to guess what's two
blocks away from there?

Francie, why don't you say what you mean?

I didn't mean anything, I guess.

(NEELEY SNICKERING)

Neeley, sometimes I think you make these
holes on purpose.

Papa.

Yes, baby?

You know what I read in a magazine once?

What was it, Francie?

Well, it said that walking was a good
thing.

It said people would look and feel a lot
better

if they did more of it.

Walking puts rose petals in your cheeks,
it said.

Then I oughta be a raving beauty with all
them stairs.

That isn't what it meant. It meant, well,
like on a Sunday,

people would feel a lot better if they
got out and took a walk or something,

instead of just sitting around.

Francie, I want you to stop talking
around about things like that.

It ain't right. If you got something to
say, just say it right out, plain.

I wasn't going to say anything.

I was just talking about walking.

Well, there's been so much talking about
walking, I think I'll take one.

You wanna go along, prima donna?

Yes, Papa. Sure, Papa.

Must be pretty special, this place you
walk to

that's two blocks away from the market.

This way, Papa.

Is this it?

Yes, Papa.

The school?

I don't understand.

It must be just as nice inside, don't you
think?

The teachers and all and...

What are you driving at, baby?

Bend down, Papa.

I wish I could go to that school, Papa.

(EXCLAIMS)

(STUTTERING) Well, I don't know, baby.

It would be awful nice, but they got rules.

You gotta go to the school where you live.

I know. I didn't really...

Well, now. Now, wait a minute.

Maybe there's a way. It's a free country,
ain't it?

(SINGING) School days, school days

Hey! Maybe we could move near here. When?

Well, now, whoa, whoa. Sometime soon.

As soon as our ship comes in, prima
donna. You'll see.

Only by that time, I'll...

You wanna go there awful bad, don't you,
baby?

Then we're gonna find a way.

Honest?

Well, now, I gotta turn this over a little.

Let's do some more walking. Maybe it's
good for thinking, too.

(SINGING) School days, school days

Hey, that ain't a bad little house.

How'd you like to live there?

It's got a nice little porch.

I don't like yellow houses.

With another coat of paint?

Papa. That's it.

Yes, sir. That's it.

If we only could.

Well, why can't we?

Our luck's bound to change,

and the first thing we'll do is buy this
little house when...

Someday.

Look. Come here.

As long as we're gonna buy that house
someday,

why don't we maybe borrow it for now,

like we'll make out it's ours.

Then your address would be 98 Hibbard
Avenue, starting right now.

Then you see, they gotta transfer you
from your old school.

How do you mean, Papa?

Yes, sir, that's it.

We could say you come here to live with
your aunt,

your rich, old aunt.

She's lonesome and she's gonna leave you
all her money.

Papa, could we really?

Sure, we could. It's nobody's business.

And sometimes I forget to water the
geraniums,

and you oughta hear Auntie scold me.

But you gotta put up with her crotchets.
After all, you're her heir.

That little room up there. That could be
mine, couldn't it?

Uh...

Look, prima donna.

After all, you know,

this ain't exactly according to the rules.

You mean it's wrong?

No, sir. Not by a jugful it ain't wrong.

Look, the house is here, we're here and
the school's here.

Now, we wasn't all thrown together for no
reason.

(BELLS TOLLING)

But we gotta keep it kind of a secret.

You know, you can't tell nobody

and you gotta be extra good to make up
for it.

I will.

Look. There goes Auntie now, I think.

It looks like you got an uncle, too.

Now, I'm gonna show you a way to your new
school through a beautiful, little park

and I know right where it is.

And you can see the seasons change when
you go.

Bend down, Papa.

"My cup runneth over."

It's dishonest, that's what it is.

You're setting the child an awful bad
example.

Papa says if it doesn't hurt anybody,

it's not dishonest in your heart.

You two and your fancy words.

How do you spell "transfer," Francie?

T
-R
-A
-N
-S
-F
-E
-R.

I'd rather be shot than do this arithmetic.

It'll come to you, Sonny. And another
thing,

we kept Francie out a year so she and
Neeley could be in the same class,

and she could look after him.

And here, just the year when they're
getting ready to graduate, you go and...

I tell you, it's against the law,

and you're making her live a lie

and I won't have you doin' it!

I'm gonna do this for her, Katie.

Maybe it's my fault or not that there
ain't much I can give her.

But this is one thing she's gonna have.

It'll make an awful long walk for your
mornings.

I don't mind getting up early.

And it'll be much harder on your shoes

and you won't have dresses like the other
children.

I promise to wash down my dress every
single night.

How do you spell "appreciate," Francie?

A
-P
-P... Wait a minute.

R
-E
-C
-I
-A
-T
-E.

If the principal swallows that story, and
I don't think he will,

I'll see what I can do about making over
that checked dress of mine for you.

Why not? My school's overcrowded as it is.

This is Frances Nolan, class.

I'm sure you'll all make her welcome to
our school.

Now, that will be your desk, Frances.

Run along, Sonny. I ain't gonna spill a
penny.

Well, I guess you got everything.

Neeley, our new fire escape leads clear
up onto the roof!

Whoever lives on the top floor has got
dibs on the roof!

Johnny ain't doing so well, eh, Mrs. Nolan?

Just moving near the sun.

Soon as we heard Mrs. Waters was
vacating, we made up our minds.

I've been waiting to see you, Mrs. Nolan.

There's something I got to ask you, a
favor.

I better show you.

NEELEY: Hey. Look at this thing!

Oh, boy! Just think, we can have a lot of
fun running up and down that!

We ain't gonna let anybody but us up there.

It's in here.

FRANCIE: Look how high it is!

The late Mr. Waters gave it to me for a
wedding present.

It won't go down the stairs

and they want $15 to move it, lowering it
out the window.

Do you mind my leaving it, Mrs. Nolan?

It don't take up much room,

and someday when I get the $15, I'll send
back for it.

Why, sure, I don't mind, Mrs. Waters.

Can you play it?

No.

The neither one of us could.

If it ain't too much trouble, you could
dust it off once in a while,

and keep the kitchen door open a little
so it won't get cold or damp.

I sure will. Thank you.

I hope it won't be long before you can
send back for it.

Have you got the curtains?

Yes. They're coming.

Is it...

Is that...

Yeah, we kept a baby in it about 40 years
ago.

(STUTTERING) Well, I was just wondering,
if you don't need it,

it would make a nice handy little wash
basket

and I'd be glad to give you a quarter for
it.

Why, sure. My Edgar's kids is even too old.

Excuse me for asking, Mrs. Nolan,

but it won't really make a very handy
wash basket.

Please don't say nothing. I ain't told
nobody yet.

It ain't always easy when you're poor,

but it'll be a blessing to you.

Yeah, sure. Sure, it will.

FRANCIE: But there must be!

I tell you, there ain't!

Well, goodbye, Mrs. Nolan. Goodbye.

Goodbye, and thank you very much.

Don't forget we're supposed to give him a
beer, or the price of one.

Well, I'm done.

I can't thank you enough, Charlie.

Always glad to do my customers a favor,
of course.

Well, we are real grateful.

It ain't as though I was in the regular
moving business.

We'll be taking ice from you, same as
usual, once a week.

Well, goodbye.

Goodbye, Charlie, and thanks.

He worked awful hard, Mama.

We moved up to this flat to save money,

and we're not gonna start by throwing
dimes away.

No, sir, there ain't a bathtub anywhere.
I looked all over.

There's the tub, young man.

Every Wednesday and Saturday, same as
always.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

It's Mr. Barker.

Well, it seems like the Nolans have come
up in the world.

Yes, we're so very, very fond of the
sunshine.

JOHNNY: (SINGING) In Dublin's fair city

Where the girls are so pretty...

Run and catch him before he goes to the
old place.

Mr. Nolan happened to be working

when we found we could make the move.

Smaller than your old flat, ain't it?

I'm sorry I can't ask you to sit, Mr.
Barker.

I ain't even got the coffee on yet.

But I got my insurance money handy.

I suppose you're too busy to listen to a
bit of news about your sister.

She...

She's gonna have a baby.

Please tell my sister she shouldn't make
herself such a stranger here.

I shall be very happy to render your
message.

Your receipts, Mrs. Nolan.

Be sure to, now, Mr. Barker.

Good day to you, Mr. Nolan.

Well, I'm not one to spoil a family
party. I'll be on my way.

Surprise, Papa. Welcome to your new home.

Yeah. It is kind of a surprise, all right.

Did you move up here because it was
cheaper or because I...

We have to save where we can. Somebody's
got to.

I don't mind the extra stairs.

We can still see the tree.

Pop, the top
-floor tenants, the roof is theirs,

and I ain't gonna let anybody up there

except Henny Gaddis, because...

Hey. Does Pop know?

Flossie Gaddis died last night.

The poor baby.

It was nice that her mama got her all
them pretty dresses.

Only now the poor thing will have to lie
in Potter's Field.

But she did have the dresses.

You better show your papa the piano.

Yeah, you better show me the piano, prima
donna.

FRANCIE: The lady that was here left it.

It's got a nice tone.

It's all right.

Hey! Now that we got it, maybe you can
take some lessons!

Nah.

(HUMMING)

(SINGING) Maxwellton braes are bonnie

Where early fa's the dew

And 'twas there that Annie Laurie

Gave me her promise true

Which ne'er forgot will be

And for

Bonnie Annie Laurie

I would lay

me doon

and dee

I ain't never heard you sing that before.
It's pretty. It's...

Maxwellton braes are bonnie

Where early fa's the dew

And 'twas there that Annie Laurie

Gave me her promise true

Which ne'er forgot will be

And for Bonnie Annie

Laurie

I would lay

me doon

and dee

Well, this is the beginning of a vacation
we've all looked forward to,

and I'm sure we'll all enjoy our holidays
more

knowing we've helped some unfortunate
family

who'd have had no Christmas dinner
without this basket.

And so a merry... Oh, one last thing.

This extra pie Miss Shilling brought in,

it's little and a bit crushed, but
anybody want it?

My! What well
-fed boys and girls.

All right, class.

Miss McDonough!

Yes, Frances?

I just remembered. I know a very
unfortunate family.

They live in a hovel. They have two
children,

little golden
-haired twins, and they're all starving.

The pie will probably save their lives.

Then you should take the pie, by all means.

You can come and get it when class is
dismissed,

which is now. A merry Christmas to you all!

(ALL CHATTERING EXCITEDLY)

Here. Merry Christmas!

That was a very fine Christmas spirit,
Frances,

but it seems such a tiny pie to save so
many lives.

It won't seem small to them, Miss
McDonough.

Even a little pie can look awful big

if you hadn't had very much to eat

for days and days. I'll have to tell them
to eat it slowly

because if they eat it too fast on an
empty stomach, they'll...

They'll...

It isn't true. It's all a lie! I wanted
it for myself!

I'll stay after school. I'll do anything,
but don't send a note home!

I'm not going to punish you, child, for
being hungry,

or having an imagination.

You know, that's something very few
people have.

It's very precious.

But it can also be dangerous unless we
learn how to use it.

Our everyday lives are real and true,
aren't they?

But all the stories in the world, all the
music

came out of someone's imagination.

So, if we tell the truth and write the
lies,

then they aren't lies anymore.

They become stories,

like some of the very nice compositions
you've written, Frances.

Like the one about my father taking me

to see the cotton fields down south.

We didn't really go.

I rather imagined you didn't.

But don't you think it would be still
better

if you'd write about the things you
really know about

and then add to them with your imagination?

Even stories shouldn't be just, well,
pipe dreams.

Pipe
-dreamers can be very lovable people

but they don't help anybody, not even
themselves.

Now, think about it a little, and have a
merry Christmas.

And enjoy your pie.

Yes, Miss McDonough. Thank you, Miss
McDonough.

For God's sakes! Where you been?

You were supposed to meet me...

Where'd you swipe that?

Neeley, I'm going to be a writer.

All right, but let's eat the pie.

Come on, we gotta see about our Christmas
tree!

Golly! It's still there, isn't it?

NEELEY: Yeah, it's still here.

He ain't got much time left to sell it.

Go on. Beat it! You know I ain't gonna
throw them till midnight.

What are you trying to do, block the
sidewalk, keep customers out?

Hey! You don't own the sidewalk! Free
country, ain't it?

How about this one, madam?

No, that one's too big. I want a small one.

I got just what you want. Come over here,
lady.

WOMAN: Well, now, that's more like it!
That's the size.

It's awful big to get throwed at you.

Why does he have to throw them at us,
anyway?

Why can't he just give them to us if he
don't sell them?

If he just gave them away, everybody
would wait.

He'd never sell any of 'em.

Smells good.

There she goes!

Hey, I stumbled!

Go on! Beat it! Who's next?

Come on, give me a chance. I'm next.

All right, here she goes.

Got it, didn't I?

All right, take it! Go home!

Now, who wants to try this one?

Who's man enough for this big one right
here?

I can take anything you got, mister. Let
her...

I'm next! That's my tree!

You're too small. Go home.

Me and my brother, we ain't too small
together.

Spunky, huh?

All right, but if one of you drop,

you're not gonna get the tree.

There she goes!

MAN: That a girl! You got it!

Okay, you got it coming. Go ahead! Who's
next?

Quit worrying about them, Katie. They'll
be home pretty quick.

They ain't old enough to be out this late.

Johnny should have made them tell what
they was up to.

No telling what's likely to happen if
Francie gets a notion...

They'll be all right.

Well, I guess we better get on home.

I'll see them tomorrow.

No, don't go!

FRANCIE: Hey, Pa! Hey, Ma!

NEELEY: Hey, Ma!

Look!

Holy smoke! Will you look what they've
went and done?

They're trying to make a Christmas. Help
'em, kid.

We got it throwed at us! Well, sure,

I was only wondering if you couldn't use
a little help.

Come on, come on, come on.

How in Jerusalem did you...

Look, Papa! Look at my face, Pop! Look at
my face!

Nobody around here ever saw a tree like
that!

Look at my face if you don't believe it.

And I see you got the law on your side,
too.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Nolan! And it looks
like you're gonna have one.

Same to you, Mr. McShane, and thanks.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Nolan.

Merry Christmas, Miss Maggie.

Isn't this a wonderful Christmas, Papa?

It is now, prima donna.

Imagine us having a tree like that,

and the nicest kids in the world, I guess.

Merry Christmas, everybody! Merry
Christmas!

MAGGIE: God bless you, Mr. Nolan.

Merry Christmas, Neeley!

Merry Christmas!

(JOHNNY SINGING SILENT NIGHT)

He ain't any older than they are.

(SINGING) Round yon virgin mother and child

Holy infant so tender and mild

Merry Christmas.

Sleep in heavenly peace

Silent night, holy...

(ALL LAUGHING)

Here!

Put it up higher, Bill!

Steve's the name.

That's better, Bill.

NEELEY: Old itchy underwear!

But look at all the fun you can have
scratching! (LAUGHING)

Thank you, Mama.

You know you hate them.

They're fine, Mama.

(ALL LAUGHING)

I got something for you, too, Mama.

Johnny. It was real nice of your friend
Mr. McGarrity

to send over those candy canes to the kids.

Yeah.

Here. I made this candle for today.

You better light it now. It's time.

Merry Christmas, Mama, from me and Neeley.

(EXCLAIMING)

Oh, it's pretty.

What is it?

Rose water and glycerin.

You rub it on your hands.

This is for you, Papa, from me and Neeley.

KATIE: My!

I'll be quite the thing, won't I?

NEELEY: I think it's silly, but Francie
said

Papa was always talking about what nice
hands you got.

It cost a dime, but we had a seltzer
bottle top in the junk.

It's a watch fob. It's made out of
shoelaces.

I wove it on a spool with nails.

Well, if that ain't about the nicest
thing I ever did see.

Maybe it's kinda silly, you not having a
watch.

Well, now, madam, we're all out of
mushrooms under glass,

but I can tell you the time.

That's the nicest present I ever did get,
prima donna.

And thank you, too, Son.

You're welcome. I guess the shoelaces was
mine.

It was silly.

There ain't nothing silly on Christmas.

I got a little present here.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Like I was saying, I got...

McSHANE: Merry Christmas, Miss Francie.

Come on. They're in here. It's Mr. McShane.

I hope I'm not intruding.

Merry Christmas, Mr. McShane.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas. I was just...

Hello, handsome.

Mrs. Edwards.

I was just passing, and I happened to see
the light still burning

and I got to thinking

that I'd like to have a hand in
decorating that fine Christmas tree.

I see somebody's already provided.

We can always use more of them, Mr.
McShane.

Thank you kindly.

Won't you come in and have a cup of
coffee with us?

Thanks, no. This evening's for families.

And I got to be getting home now,

so I'll say goodbye and merry Christmas
to everybody.

Thank you, Mr. McShane. Merry Christmas!

That was mighty nice of him.

Mr. McShane's a fine man.

He's, I think, sometimes a lonely man.

Like I was saying, I got something here.

I mean, I got a present for somebody that
ain't exactly here.

Grandma helped me pick it out. It's for
you know who.

Bill, it's beautiful. Look, everybody!

Bill, darling, I've never been so happy!

I'm gonna get some coffee.

Katie?

(JOHNNY PLAYING O COME, ALL YE FAITHFUL
ON PIANO)

Yeah.

I'm glad for ya.

I don't know. I'm scared, I guess.

You got no call to be. Look how swell
them two are.

Yeah, they are.

You told Johnny yet?

Well, maybe you ought to. It might help
him.

Yeah.

We better take the coffee in.

You're a fine girl, Katie. I never said
any different.

That's for nothing, Johnny, except maybe
being a nice guy.

Coffee, everybody!

Well, I guess that's about all.

Johnny, I got to tell ya something.

Maybe it ain't the right time, and maybe
it is.

The reason I moved us up here...

We're gonna have a baby, Johnny.

That's why I've been scrimpin' so much
and tryin' so hard to save.

That's...

Well, I'm awful glad, Katie, if you are.

There's a lot we got to think about,
Johnny.

I know! But we'll make out.

Maybe things will be different.

And we'll have one to grow up with all
over again.

I got things all figured out.

I ought to be able to work until, well,
anyway, April,

and then Francie will have to leave
school and take out a working paper.

She's young, but with what she can make,

we ought to be able to make out.

But we can't do that, Katie!

I don't like it any better than you do,
Johnny.

But I thought and I thought, and there
ain't no other way.

And, Johnny, you got to help with
something. She listens to you.

You got to quit gettin' her so all
excited about her schoolin'.

But why can't it be Neeley?

He's the boy, and he don't care like she
does!

Well, maybe that's why.

Maybe it'll do her good to get out in the
world,

and learn how to take care of herself,

learn somethin' practical while she's
young.

She's got to learn someday.

Well, there must be another way!

I don't know. I'll try and swing
anything. I'll do anything.

We can't count on that, Johnny.

Don't look at me like that, Johnny. It
ain't my fault.

It ain't your fault either, I guess. I
don't know.

Anyway, one member of the Nolan family'll

get to graduate, and she come close.

That's somethin'.

You better put out the light, and let's
get some rest.

Oh!

I thought you'd be asleep, prima donna.

Uh
-uh. I've been thinking.

I might be going to be a writer. I've
just about decided.

I knew you when you was gonna be a lady
fireman.

Don't joke, Papa. I'm serious.

All right, baby.

All I meant was maybe it's better not to
get your heart set

on just one thing, in case something
happens.

She said, Miss McDonough, I mean,

she said maybe I could be. She said I
have imagination.

Do you think I have, Papa?

Sure you have, baby.

Them compositions of yours are sure fine,
but...

She said I'd have to work hard.

She said imagination wasn't any good

if you were just a pipe
-dreamer about it.

You didn't help anybody that way, not
even yourself, she said.

Yeah, I see. A pipe
-dreamer.

I'm not putting it good like she did.

I wish you could've heard her. She was
wonderful.

Forever and ever, I'll be glad you helped
me go to that school, Papa.

You kind of like that school, don't you,
baby?

Yes. Oh, yes.

And she said lots more. I've been trying
to remember.

She said even if you have imagination,

it's better to write about the things you
know about

so they'll be true.

And the way things are.

Only...

Only what, baby?

Papa, the people in the hall when we
brought up the tree,

the look on their faces, all friendly and
nice.

Why can't people be like that all the
time, not just on Christmas?

(STUTTERING) Well, I guess it's because...

Well, I don't know.

Maybe it's because Christmas is like
people really are

and the other part ain't true.

And with that imagination of yours,

if you think about it hard enough,

you know, like it ought to be...

But when you get to thinking,

Papa, the people in the stories,

they don't just live happily ever after,
do they?

No, baby, but...

But the trouble is,

it doesn't feel good when you think about
things like that,

I mean, like they really are.

You better stick out your tongue, prima
donna.

It's just like I thought.

You got a bad case, a very bad case.

Case of what, Papa?

A very bad case of growing up.

That's all it is.

It ain't fun sometimes, but don't you be
afraid.

I don't want you should ever be afraid.

You're so nice, Papa.

I guess it's better if you don't just
stay young all your life.

(YAWNING) It'll be much nicer growing up.

Yeah.

Then you get to see things like they
really are.

Good night, baby.

Good night, Papa.

I'm sleepy now.

That's fine, baby, just fine.

Ain't ya comin' to bed, Johnny?

No. I'm gonna take a little walk.

Don't start drinking, not tonight, Johnny.

I won't, Katie. I won't.

Well, did he go out on a job, do you know?

If he did, he didn't get it through us.

Thank you.

How are you, Mrs. Nolan? And happy new
year to you.

Same to you, Mr. McGarrity.

I just came to...

Well, I happened to be passing by, and I
thought I'd run in

and thank you for the candy canes you
sent us.

It was nice of ya.

That's all right. It wasn't much.

Well, it was nice of you.

Good night, Mr. McGarrity. Good night,
Mrs. Nolan.

Mrs. Nolan.

Johnny ain't here. He ain't been here
since before Christmas.

I'm afraid it's bad news I'm bringing
you, Mrs. Nolan.

Our station just got a report that Mr.
Nolan

was found over in Manhattan very sick.

He's been taken to a hospital.

See that Neeley gets to school on time in
the morning.

There's an apple for your lunches.

The report said that he just collapsed

right in the doorway of an employment
agency.

And he'd just been going out on a job.

A sandhog in a tunnel, they said.

And he hadn't been drinking, ma'am.

He'd been waiting there a long time for
the job.

He was just sick.

We did everything we could.

Yeah, sure. I know.

What are you writing down that he died
from, Doctor?

Acute alcoholism and pneumonia. One led
to the other.

I don't want you to write down that he
died like that.

Put just the pneumonia. I can't do that.

Pneumonia was the direct cause of death,
but the alcoholism was...

Look, he's dead.

I got two nice kids that are gonna grow
up to amount to somethin'.

Why do you have to make it hard by sayin'
their father died from the drink

when that's only a little piece of the
truth?

He wasn't drinkin'. They said so. He was
out lookin' for work.

Why don't you put that down?

Cause of death, pneumonia.

PRIEST: "Everlasting rest and happiness

"through the infinite merits of Jesus
Christ.

"Oh, God, great and omnipotent judge of
the living and the dead,

"before whom we are all to appear after
this short life

"to render an account of our work.

"Let our hearts, we pray Thee,

"be deeply moved at the sight of this
death.

"And while we consign the body of the
deceased to the earth,

"let us be mindful of our own frailties
and mortality,

"that walking always in Thy fear

"and in the ways of Thy Commandments

"we may, after our departure from this
world,

"experience a merciful judgment

"and rejoice in everlasting happiness

"through Christ, our Lord."

All them people and the flowers,

some of them from people I never heard of
even.

Who would've thought that many folks...

I mean, they was carrying on

like they was his family or, or...

I don't know.

Yeah. He took the time to make a lot of
people love him, all right.

It's hard to figure out so many of them
showing up.

And they was feeling something.

I mean, there was no reason for 'em to
put on.

He was nobody big. He was just a...

Katie.

Don't talk about it no more, kid.

KATIE: Francie. Just leave her be, Katie.

She maybe wants to be by herself.

She's taking on kind of funny.

She ain't even cried.

Goodbye.

I'd like my father's shaving cup.

That one. "Nolan."

Oh, you're the little girl.

Yes. I'll clean it up for you.

He was a fine man.

Tell your mama that I, his barber, said
this.

Francie.

What?

Francie, dear, where are you going?

No place.

Francie.

Yes, Mama?

It was nice of the neighbors to send over
all that food.

Don't you want something?

No, Mama.

I wanted to talk to you, Francie.

I want things to go on, the reading and
all.

I want to do...

Well, I got to be mama and papa both to
you now, Francie.

Yes, Mama. Is that all, Mama?

Well...

You gotta go right now, Francie, I...

I'll be back. Honest, I will.

Mom.

I guess I'm a little hungry.

Look. He can't be dead. Can't!

They don't understand.

Maybe you could let me have a baby someday,

and it could be a boy.

So it could be just like him.

It would have to be me.

Nobody else loved him like I do.

Maybe you could do that for me.

And if you could,

he wouldn't even die.

I hope you don't think I'm forward coming
in like this, Mrs. Nolan.

How are you, Francie?

I'm well, thank you.

Have a chair. Francie, see if Mr.
McGarrity won't have some coffee.

Not for me, thank you.

I figured I ought to come.

I suppose you know how Johnny and me done
business.

He'd give me some money to keep sometimes
and draw against it.

And when he...

Well, I got to looking around and what do
you think?

I had, I had nearly five bucks in his box.

And so I, I figured it belonged to you.

If you told the truth,

it would be more than likely that he owed
you.

But thanks very much.

Well, I just thought...

We'll make out.

Well, there's something else then.

I thought maybe you wouldn't mind

if maybe Francie and Neeley came down to
work for me afternoons,

like, after school and Saturdays.

And, of course, maybe it ain't the kind
of a place

you'd favor them working in, but I'd keep
an eye on them.

And I'd pay them $2 a week apiece.

And I'd take it as a great favor, ma'am.

You're a very bad liar, Mr. McGarrity,

but you're a good man, and I'm ashamed I
didn't know it before.

No, it ain't like that, ma'am.

Johnny was... Well, I don't know.

Johnny... Johnny always talked about his
family

like, well, like folks ought to and don't.

And, whenever he talked about anything,
he always made you...

You felt better or you wanted to laugh.

Like that seashell I had there.

He was always, he was always listening to
it

and telling you what it was singing.

He was always giving things like that to
people.

He...

He was a fine man, Mrs. Nolan.

I'd be glad to let the children work for
you, Mr. McGarrity.

And the $4 a week will keep us until the
baby comes,

and Francie won't have to quit school

and she can keep on, and they can both...

Well, it's a deal then. And you tell 'em

to come through the family entrance
tomorrow after school.

Is that all right with you, Francie?

Yes.

Well, well, it's settled then

and, good day to you, Mrs. Nolan.

And thank you again, Mr. McGarrity.

Francie. Yes, Mama.

I'm glad you can keep on with your school.

I was hoping something like this would
happen,

but I didn't want to say anything until
the time come.

But your papa and I talked it all over

and there were reasons.

And there just wasn't any other way.

It doesn't matter. Papa saved me from it.

Hiya, kid.

Well, they're sure taking chances.

I wouldn't, leaving you handle them eats.

Where's Francie? (MUFFLED) Kitchen.

Thanks. Hiya, Mac.

Hello, kid. How are you, lamb? Hello,
Aunt Sissy.

Look. You got to do something for me.

This was in the paper, and I cut it out.

You got to read it to me, and... What's
the matter, hon?

Nothing. I'm all right, Aunt Sissy. No,
you ain't.

You ain't been since...

Look. Don't you think you better spill it
to your Aunt Sissy?

What is it you want me to read to you,
Aunt Sissy?

Well, we'll get that out of the way first.

Look. Here it is. Likely you don't
remember him.

But it's my last husband, Bill.

The one I thought was dead, but he ain't.

He's got his picture in there,

and I wanna know what it says.

Maybe it says where he lives so as I can
write to him

about getting a divorce or something.

I got the best husband in all the world now

and I don't want this here one bobbing up
and making no trouble.

He's a fireman someplace. I can tell that
from his clothes.

He was just starting out in the fireman
business...

This says he's a hero. He saved some
people in a fire.

Does it say where?

The 9th Precinct, Manhattan.

Manhattan, huh?

Couldn't make the grade in Brooklyn, I
guess.

I want you to write to him, Francie.
Write this,

"Dear Bill..."

This says his name is Roland Polaski.

That's right, I remember.

Make it "Dear Mr. Polaski.

"Being's as now I'm married to somebody
else

"I want you to see about getting a real
legal divorce

"because I thought you was dead, but you
ain't.

"And because you got the money now on
account of the reward.

"Yours very truly, Sissy." Something like
that.

But, Aunt Sissy, he must have already
done that.

Because it says here he's married again.

It does?

"On the human interest side of the story,

"Mrs. Polaski had returned home only the
day before from the hospital

"after presenting Mr. Polaski with a brand
-new son,

"the fourth child of the marriage."

So, if he got a divorce that long ago,
you don't have to.

Then my being married to Bill,

this one, I mean, is all legal?

Well, now, if that ain't a load off my
chest.

You know something? I think I'll give
Bill Polaski a wedding present.

But Aunt Sissy, you can't. He's been
married for years.

Four kids, huh? Must be a pretty sickly
woman, this Mrs. Polaski,

going to the hospital just to have a baby.

No. Lots of people go there now to have
babies.

It's better.

Sure enough? You know something?

I'm gonna cash in my funeral policy

and have my baby at a hospital.

And when my baby is born and lives,

I want you to write that R. Polaski and
announce it.

Boy, do I feel better!

And, now, chickabiddy, we'll talk about
you.

Can't your Aunt Sissy help you any? I'm
all right.

No, you aren't, honey, not all shut up
like that.

I know how you feel, but you can't keep
hanging on to it.

I'm all right. I don't want to talk about
it.

All right, baby. All right.

But I'll tell you what. You can do
something for me.

Look. Your mama feels awful bad, too.

She needs you. Why don't you talk to her
about it?

She doesn't need me. Yes, she does.

No, she doesn't! She's got Neeley!

Why wasn't it Neeley she was going to
make quit school?

He never cared about it.

She doesn't love me like Papa did,

and she didn't love him, either. Not
really.

She hurt him. I saw her. And he never
hurt anybody.

I'm gonna finish this grade because he
gave it to me.

And then I'll work for her, but she can't
be Papa to me.

She can't ever!

Don't be like that, baby. Don't.

Leave me alone. I'm all right.

Please go away and leave me alone.

All right, chickabiddy. All right.

Mr. Stern. Yes, sir.

Francie. Yes, Mama?

I want to talk to you, Francie.

Yes, Mama.

It isn't gonna be long now,

for me, I mean, my baby.

We can't come to a hospital.

There isn't even gonna be enough money
for a woman to come and help.

I'm gonna need you, Francie.

Don't ever be far away. Neeley's...

Well, a boy ain't much good at a time
like this.

I'm counting on you, Francie.

You won't forget that, will you?

All right, Mama. I'll remember.

Which one of you is Mr. Stephen Edwards?

That's me.

Well, there are three in your family now.

You're the father of a pretty fine boy.

Alive? Very much so.

He was a little reluctant about it at
first.

I had to rouse him with a little oxygen.
Now, he's mad at me.

You ought to hear him. I've got to see him.

Well, neither one of them are quite up to
a visit just now.

In a little while.

The learning...

The learning that saved that baby.

That's fine, Bill.

Where are you going, Uncle Bill?

I'm going out and get some strawberry ice
cream and a rattle for my son.

And what's more, my name ain't Bill. It's
Steve.

Do you hear that? I'm a papa, and my
name's Steve.

And it's Uncle Steve, too.

Steve. Steve. Steve.

So, we have a man in the family.

As quick as we see if she's all right,
you go on up to McGarrity's

and see if you can do my work, too.

I'm gonna finish her scrubbing for her.
She ought not to do any more.

She wasn't feeling good this morning.

Mama!

(GASPS)

Mama?

In here, Francie.

You wait here.

You all right, Mama?

Give Neeley a nickel to go after Grandma
and Sissy.

He can walk home after.

Get me a nightgown in that bottom drawer.

Hurry! Don't stand there staring.

Is she going to die?

Of course not. It's the baby.

You heard what Mama said, and hurry.

And don't forget stopping at McGarrity's
on the way back.

We can't lose the work. She only wants me
now.

Mama!

What is it?

I'll be there in a minute.

You're taking real good care of me,
Francie.

Am I, Mama?

Mmm.

Tastes good.

Can I get you a glass of water, Mama?

When I want something, I'll ask for it.

Yes, Mama.

Don't just stand there and throw
questions at me. I'm too tired.

You'd better have some coffee, too.

Mama, even if Neeley is a boy,

wouldn't you rather have him here?

He's always such a comfort to you.

No, it's you that's a comfort. Now, what
time is it?

I don't know, Mama. Get the clock.

One minute to 4:00, Mama.

Are you sure it isn't slow?

No, Mama.

Maybe it's fast then.

I'll look at the jeweler's clock out the
parlor window!

(KATIE BREATHING HEAVILY)

The candle's pretty like Christmas.

That was the night I told him.

It's nice having a visit from my daughter.

I didn't want for you to have to grow up
so soon.

I didn't want for you to have to quit
school.

I tried to tell him that. He didn't mind
about the baby

but he never forgive me for wanting you
to quit school.

I told him, and he just went out.

You never forgive me, either.

Please don't, Mama.

He would've bought you dolls instead of
milk, and...

I don't know. Maybe you would've been
happier.

I don't know.

I never would've thought of giving you
that school like he did.

And all them fine compositions of yours,

I never read one of 'em.

I should've had time. Johnny did.

But I couldn't do no different.

I don't know how I could do any different.

What time is it?

One minute after 4:00, Mama.

Wring a cloth out of cold water and wipe
my face.

Don't let her die. Please!

Mama, suppose the baby comes before
Grandma and Aunt Sissy get here?

You can see I couldn't do no different,
can't you?

Neeley, he don't like school. If he'd
quit, he'd never go back again.

But you, no matter what happens, you'd
find a way to go back.

You'd fight to go back. You can see that,
can't you?

I...

Yes, Mama.

Read me something, Francie.

Yes, Mama.

Read me one of your compositions.

I ain't never read any of your
compositions.

It's on my conscience.

I tore all those up.

No, you didn't.

Not all of them.

Can't I read you Shakespeare? It's much
better.

Read "'Twas on a Night Like This."

I'd like to have something pretty on my
mind.

Sit by the candle.

"The moon shines bright in such a night
as this

"when the sweet wind did gently kiss the
trees."

Say, did you ever find out who Troilus
was and Cressida?

Yes, Mama. Troilus was...

Some other day when I've got time.

Read me one of your compositions now.

You won't like them, Mama.

You thought about 'em, and you worked on
'em

and you got good marks on 'em.

Get 'em, I said.

Sit here.

Go on.

It's called "The Man People Loved."

Please don't make me read it, Mama.

Read it.

"Perhaps many people might have said of
him that he was a failure.

"It is true that he had no gift for
making money,

"but he had a gift for laughter

"and for making people love him.

"He had the gift of making you feel proud

"to walk down the street with him.

"He had nothing to give but himself,

"but of this he gave generously, like a
king."

"Like a king." That's like it was.

Walking down the street with him, you
always felt like that.

Did you, Mama?

You're real smart to write it down like
that, Francie.

That's like it was.

Francie.

I miss him so much.

If the baby's a boy, we'll call him Johnny.

Where's Sissy? Neeley's been gone a long
time.

Wipe my face.

No, don't let go of my hand.

If it's a girl, we'll call her Annie
Laurie.

Remember that tune he played?

You ought to have piano lessons. I'll see
if I can manage.

You won't forget to dust the piano, will
you, Francie?

Who'd cry for me like that if I died?

I never did a wrong thing in my life, but
it ain't enough!

Sissy, I didn't mean to be hard like you
said.

If Johnny was here,

he could go to your graduation, and I'd
go to Neeley's.

But I can't tear myself into two pieces.

How am I gonna do both?

(GROANS)

Where are you, Francie?

I'm here, Mama!

(SIGHING)

You're such a comfort to me.

I'm so tired.

Leave me sleep now.

(DOOR SLAMMING)

You better start some water boiling.

We'll call you if there's anything we need.

KATIE: I thought you was never coming,
Sissy.

Come on. You quit worrying now.

The baby is here and the mama is doing
good.

She's asleep.

A small baby sister, it is.

Annie Laurie.

Papa would've liked that.

Look, Francie. Aren't the flowers pretty?

Where's Grandma?

I got her in a front seat, so she won't
miss a thing.

Isn't your classroom around here
somewheres?

Yes, but I...

How about giving me a peek?

Wouldn't hurt me none, seeing a little
more places like that.

Hey, Francie, you forgot your flowers.
They aren't mine.

I'm not carrying flowers today.

Some of the girls, their family sends
them flowers.

They're on your desk, lamb. Better go see.

Well, I have to get my things anyway.

He gave me the money to buy 'em way
before Christmas

to make sure he had it, he said.

Then he wrote out the card.

(CRYING)

Come on, kid.

Let it go, baby. There ain't a soul gonna
hear. Let it go.

Frances Nolan.

(CROWD APPLAUDING)

Well, sir, I don't think Grandma said one
word the whole time.

And from the looks of her when I put her
on the streetcar,

she'll probably ride clear out to Coney
Island

and never know the difference.

Heaven knows what she'd have been like

if she'd got to both graduations.

Looks to me like it was a pretty fine
day. How's your soda, Francie?

Pineapple's not as good as chocolate.

Then why did you order it for?

Because I'm up to the "P's." I'll try
raspberry next.

There's something to that idea.

Try everything once.

Sissy!

And a dime for you, my boy. This is a
special occasion.

Thank you.

He don't know how special it is.

Two diplomas in the Nolan family

all in one day?

Mama, I've got a nickel if you want to
leave it.

People do.

It's going to be all right, Francie.

And you know somethin'? These ain't gonna
be the last diplomas, either.

I don't know how we're gonna work it,

but we're gonna find some way for you
and...

Hi, Neeley. How are you doing?

Okay. I got out of jail.

Say, wasn't it you I saw working

behind that bat the other day?

Why, yeah, but...

Hey, you were pretty good.

You know what? I'm coming out and give
you some pointers sometime.

Honest? Sure, I will.

That is, if your ma don't mind.

Nah, she don't mind.

Ya mean it? Sure.

Well, I'll see you on the lot.

Maybe you better ask your ma, you know.

I don't want to do anything she wouldn't
want me to.

Nah, she won't care.

Maybe you'd better ask her yourself just
to make sure.

I'm Neeley's aunt. This is his ma.

But that's his sister. What's your name,
big boy?

Herschel Knutsen.

Mr. Knutsen, I'd like for you to meet my
niece,

Miss Francie Nolan.

Pleased to meet you.

Hello.

Nice night if it don't rain. Sit down,
Herschel.

Doing anything tomorrow afternoon, Miss
Nolan?

It's Saturday.

I don't know. Why?

Well, there's a swell picture, Bill Hart.
Maybe you'd like to go.

Who with?

Me.

Oh.

Well, I might be busy. I'll let you know.

Well, I'll come around and see.

Hey! I thought we was gonna play ball
tomorrow.

Yeah. Well, we can do that any time.

Sure. There's lots of time.

Come on, Hersch.

Well, I'll be seeing you, Miss Nolan.

Him, mushy!

I'm proud of you, chickabiddy. You
handled him fine.

It was the hair that done it.

Well, I hate to bust this party up,

but then babies got to be fed.

Steve will be needin' a little something,
too.

Three hours with the both of them.

Thirty out of 50. Keep the change.

Well, thank you. Why, Katie Nolan!

I don't care.

There's times when feelin' good

and things like that is important.

I don't care.

You wanna carry my flowers, Mama?

He called ya "Miss Nolan."

You missed it, Steve!

Well, hello, handsome.

I'm beggin' your pardon, Mrs. Nolan.

I just happened to drop in,

and your brother
-in
-law here seemed to be needing a little help.

And the baby didn't seem to mind, so... I
hope I'm not intrudin'.

Well, not at all, Mr. McShane.

You sit right down. We're going home.
Come along, Steve.

I'll take her, Mr. McShane.

I'd like it if you'd leave her.

Her and me has got to be good friends.

Well, I wish you didn't have to hurry.

Got to get this family of mine home.

Steve's got to deliver milk to a lot of
those babies that like that bottled kind.

You don't want to frown like that, Katie.

The fellas don't go for that at all.

Goodbye, kids. So long, Mac.

So long, Mrs. Edwards.

Thank you, Aunt Sissy.

Goodbye, Mac.

Mr. Edwards, goodbye.

Well...

Well, I will take the baby from you, Mr.
McShane.

Mrs. Nolan.

Likely you've been wonderin' why I came
here tonight.

Let your wonderin' be over, because I
came here on a personal matter.

Mama, shall I go and...

No, no, don't be leaving, children.

My conversation will be concernin' you as
well as your mother.

Mrs. Nolan, I feel that there's no
disrespect

in my speaking my mind at this time.

And I feel a decent time has elapsed

since the passin' of Mrs. McShane, God
rest her soul.

I didn't know, Mr. McShane.

I'm sorry.

Well, I said nothin', Mrs. Nolan,

because it was near the time of your own
bereavement.

And I didn't wish to...

Well, I know that it's barely six months
now

since your own husband, too, left this
world. Rest his soul.

But when you feel a decent interval has
elapsed,

I'm askin' to keep company with you,
Katherine Nolan,

with the object of a weddin' when a
decent time has elapsed.

And for my part,

I'll be glad to keep company with you,
Mr. McShane,

not for the help you can give us,

because we know we can manage some way.

But because you're a good man, Mr. McShane.

And there's one more thing.

Their father was a fine man, and I'd have
no wish to be tryin' to take his place.

It would be more my intention to be like
a real good friend.

Now, as the eldest, would you be approvin'?

Yes, Mr. McShane.

I was thinkin' it wouldn't be right

for me to ask the two eldest to take my
name.

But the little one, the one who has never
looked on her father,

could you be thinkin' of lettin' me
legally adopt her?

If that time comes, the child shall have
your name.

And now I'm wonderin' if I could smoke my
pipe.

You could have smoked anytime, Mr. McShane.

Well, I didn't want to take any
privileges before I was entitled to 'em.

Help me put her to bed, Neeley.

Why?

To fix the blankets.

I'll be heatin' up the coffee now.

Will ya join me in a cup, Mr. McShane?

Thank you, Katherine. I will.

Annie Laurie McShane.

Yeah.

She'll never have the hard times we had,
will she?

She'll never have the fun, either.

We did have fun when we were young,
didn't we?

Yeah.

Remember the olden days when we collected
junk?

Poor Laurie.

Neeley, look at the tree.

It's growing again, just like Papa said.

I feel kind of sad, like we're saying
goodbye to something.

Yeah.

Neeley? Mmm
-hmm?

Am I good
-looking?

What's eatin' ya?

No, honest, Neeley. I wanna know.

You'll pass.

You're sweet, Neeley.

Oh, cut the mush.