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Full House Page #5
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- 1952
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she'd pass the crisis.
I can only do so much.
Well!
- The broth will be warm in a minute.
- I'm not hungry.
Another one.
What?
- You know, it's funny.
- What's funny?
Oh, the things you notice
when you're ill.
Things you never
noticed before.
Like what?
Like that ivy vine
across the court.
What about it?
Yesterday I counted
exactly 21 leaves on it.
- Don't you think that's funny?
- Why funny?
Don't you see?
I'm 21.
Now there are only 14.
I'm getting younger.
In a day or so,
they'll all be gone.
And when
the last leaf goes-
That's funny too,
isn't it?
The way things live...
die.
Oh, but it's good
to be alive, Jo!
You believe that,
don't you, baby?
I'm so tired, Sue.
You take a nap.
It'll do you
a world of good.
- Don't- Don't do that.
- I just want to darken the room.
I like to look outside
when I wake up.
You will try to get
some sleep, won't you?
I'll try.
That old goat!
- It doesn't bother me, Sue.
Well, it bothers me.
- Come in!
How's your sister?
If you really cared,
l wouldn't have to be here again.
Oh, yes, I know.
I'm making so much noise.
But, you see,
when I paint...
I get so mad with myself
that l- I forget myself.
Is she really so sick, huh?
I thought by now she-
- No.
- What's wrong with her?
I don't know.
She's got some crazy idea
about the leaves...
on the vine
across the court.
What kind
of a crazy idea?
I think she-
Oh, it's so hard to explain.
But- But somehow she feels that the vine
has something to do with her life...
that-
That when
all the leaves go...
she'll go.
Look, Susan, this is
all absolutely crazy.
I know it sounds silly, but... the way she talked
about the vine just now.
Look, now, you're-
you're tired.
You haven't slept all these nights,
and all this is making you sick too.
If you could have
heard her-
Maybe you're right.
- Maybe I am beginning to imagine things.
- Of course you are.
Now, look, you go
to your sister...
and I promise you
I'll be as quiet as a mouse.
A dead one.
Hey! No more
All right.
Jo! Jo!
Those leaves
don't mean a thing.
You're going to get well,
baby.
You're going to get well!
We should know by morning.
- Behrman!
- I'm sorry.
I'm just a little bit tipsy.
Now, just-
Go on, sing!
It's a happy occasion.
What do you care
aboutJoanna?
You've done everything you could
to keep her from getting well.
I don't ask you
to forgive me. L-
I just want you
to understand.
Please, go away.
It's only today that...
for the first time,
l finally realized what I really am.
A three-dollar painter.
No more, no less.
My paintings, they've got
nothing to say to nobody.
And I know why.
It is because I
got nothing to say.
And when an artist knows...
there's nothing left for him to do
but just to drown himself.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Mr. Behrman, I'm so upset,
l don't know what I'm saying half the time.
Don't worry, Susan.
You really didn't say nothing
that wasn't true.
What are we going to do?
I was right
about the leaves.
There's just one left now.
It'll be gone by morning,
and when Jo wakes up-
But that kind of thing
can't happen, can it?
It- It just can't happen.
Have courage, Susan.
And if a prayer
of an old goat will help...
your sister will get well.
Don't worry. She'll get well.
She'll get well.
- Susan?
- Here I am, Jo.
Let me see the leaves.
- No, not now.
- But I want to know.
- Later, Jo. Later.
- Please, Sue.
It hung on, Jo,
right through the storm.
Isn't that something?
And if one brave
little leaf can do it...
you can do it too.
How do you feel?
I'm hungry, Doctor.
Well, that's the first sense
you've made in days.
- Some broth?
- Yeah.
Well, I'll- I'll
stop by tonight...
uh, just to say hello.
- Sue?
- Yes?
Could l- Could I have
my mirror and my brush?
Oh, Sue!
What's going on?
I'll find out.
- What is it, Mrs. O'Brien?
- Why, it's the old man.
- That artist fellow upstairs in 3-B.
- Mr. Behrman?
He was drunk last night,
staggering around in the snow.
I saw him kneeling on the ground
as though he were a dog or something.
- What happened?
- An old man his age in the snow for hours?
His heart gave out.
They found him this morning. He's dead.
Oh, he was crazy
like all them artists.
Imagine, in the middle of the night,
he come and asked me for a lantern.
Oh, but he was a nice
old coot at that, you know?
What is it, Sue?
- Behrman?
- Yes.
What happened?
He died last night.
Oh.
- Poor old Behrman.
- Yes.
Poor old Behrman.
It won't be the same without
all that noise upstairs-
Stomping around, breaking things
every time he finished a painting.
He was a good friend
of ours, Jo.
Too bad he wasn't
a better artist.
l could never make head or tail
out of anything he ever painted.
I think you're wrong, Jo.
He was a great artist.
Someday I'll tell you
how great.
O. Henry had been,
at one time or another...
a druggist, cowboy,
bookkeeper, reporter, editor.
To O. Henry., no one was too good
to slip or too bad to climb.
Consider
"The Ransom of Red Chief."
in the early 1900s.
There you are, William.
Six miles to our destination.
Just about
Let's take a look
over this way.
- This looks like a likely spot.
- Not to me.
William, this is
a perfect hideaway.
Look, a cave, running water,
all the comforts of home.
Mmm. I don't like any place
that hasn't got a door on it.
A nice, quiet spot
to spend a few days.
And nights. Slick, have you ever
slept out of doors?
William, don't tell me
you're afraid of the country.
There's nothing I'm not afraid of,
especially the country.
- Why, every time I see a-What's that?
- What is it?
- William, don't act like a child.
It's nothing but a squirrel
or a cat of some sort.
Well, do something.
Get rid of it! Hurry up!
Go away, p*ssy.
Go away. Nice p*ssy.
Go away, p*ssy.
Go on, go on, go on!
You see, it's nothing
if you're not afraid.
But I am.
Never let an animal
know that you're afraid.
It's no use. They seem
to sense it somehow.
Come on. Let's unload
the provisions and get into town.
You know, Slick, I think we should give up
the whole scheme.
- It worries me.
- Why?
Kidnapping.
It's against the law.
You can't go around throwing sacks
over strangers' heads.
You weren't worried about the law when we
sold that oil stock up there in Peoria.
That was different. They were old friends of ours.
We knew them intimately.
There's something impersonal about an
oil well. I wouldn't know one if I saw it.
An oil well is a hole in the ground
surrounded by suckers.
Mmm. I still think kidnapping's
no way to raise money.
That gets down
to a matter of opinion.
Which one of us
is the smarter?
How many times have you
been in jail, William?
- Six times.
- I have only been incarcerated twice.
So the answer is obvious.
I don't like it.
It involves children.
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