Kit Kittredge: An American Girl Page #3
Did you know Mother|divided the living room in half...
... to make room for Miss Bond,|a mobile librarian who moved in last week?
Now, if she can only learn the difference|between the gas and the brake...
Oh, take cover!
We'll all breathe a little easier.
Where'd everyone go?
You'll be happy to know|we've been using...
... Aunt Millie's Waste Not, Want Not tips|to make meals stretch.
Like cutting one piece of toast|into four triangles...
... to make a whole loaf|go for three meals.
Mother says it's magic.
- But the real magician is our newest arrival...|- Jefferson J. Berk...
...master of misdirection, dean of deception,|and escape artist extraordinaire.
Observe.|I need a volunteer from the audience.
Young man.
- What's your name?|- Stirling.
Stirling.
- Do you mind wearing these for a while?|No. No.
Come with me.
Notice the strong solid-steel cuffs.|Can you get out of that?
- Are you sure? Are you sure?|- Yeah.
- Are you sure?|Ha, ha!
The only thing that can get you out of that|is this key.
We hope.|Sometimes it doesn't work though.
And then we have to cut you out of it.
Oh, there we are. All right, now,|would you hold this key for me, please?
Yes.
Don't lose it.|Will you put these on my wrists, please?
Yes.
Now.
Would you like me to free myself|from these?
With brute force or with magic?
- Magic.|Magic.
All right, then. All right, then.
Let's count. See how long it takes.
One, two, three...
Wow.
Wow!
- How'd you do that?|- It's magic.
And, Dad, please remember,|I miss you more than you know.
Hi.
Hi.
Sorry.
Allergies.
These are from your room.
Uh, just leave them there.
I'll put them away.
Is that...
...Ernie Lombardi?
Yep.
A picture of the Schnoz.
Did you know|that he's the biggest player on the team?
Six-foot-three, 230 pounds.
He's my favorite.
That's funny. He's got a huge nose|and you've got...
Huge ears.
- I know.|- Ha, ha.
That's why I like him.
I'm sorry we put you out of your room.
That's all right.|I can get more writing done here.
- What do you write?|- News articles.
- For your family?|- And for the Cincinnati Register.
You write for the newspaper?
Well, I haven't been in "print" print yet.|But I hope to be.
My brother's friend is a big reporter|for the Register.
Sorry, kiddo, not for the Register.
But everyone wants to know|about the Chicago World's Fair.
Everyone and their second cousin's written|about the Chicago World's Fair.
- You know what Mr. Gibson says?|- Yeah, yeah, do it.
I want something new.|I want something fresh.
I want something real.|Don't sugarcoat your stories, boys.
This is the Cincinnati Register,|a beacon of cold, clear light...
...in a sea of sentimental flop.
So, what were you saying, Mr?
Uh, Peabody.|Sir, uh, William Peabody and nothing.
- I was just quoting you, sir.|- Oh.
Wait, Mr. Gibson.
Well.
Hello, sweetie, what's your name?
Kit Kittredge.|Well, actually, it's Margaret Mildred...
...after my mother and an aunt. But when|I was younger, my father used to sing:
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And it sort of stuck.
Sir.
- Fascinating.|- Wait.
I wrote an article|I think you should publish.
Oh.
Well, thank you very much.
And, by the way, I don't lisp.
Whoopsy daisy.
Whoo! Are you all right?
Uh, yeah, as long as that horn works.
Ha, ha. Now, can I interest you in a book?
- I don't have much time for reading.|- Well, you should take the time to read.
It's a wonderful way|to go wherever you want.
I've just finished reading this one.
The Adventures of Robin Hood?
He steals from the rich,|and then he gives to the poor.
And then what happened to him?|- Well, he'll have to tell you.
What about you, Countee?|Would you like one?
I can only read Hobo.
Oh, I've never tried that. Hmm.
How about I teach you to read books,|and you teach me to read Hobo?
That'd be swell, Stirling.
How about this one?
Thank you.
- It's a loaner, though.|- Okay.
Will?
- Are you okay?|- Ha, ha.
Will?
I want you to have|Mr. Kittredge's old boots.
No, ma'am, I couldn't.
You've done wonderful work.|Beyond what you and Countee have eaten.
I insist you take these|before those things fall off your feet.
Thank you.
Go on.
- Miss Bond.|- Mrs. Kittredge.
Will.
Ruthie.
Hi, Ruthie. What's wrong?
- Morning.|- We're going on vacation.
Myrtle Beach, 10 days, starting Friday.
- And that's bad because...?|It's so much more fun here.
You're all I ever talk about at home.|Even ask my mom.
The other day,|I was telling her about you, Miss Dooley.
Aw, thank you.
She didn't say|what she was saying about you.
You know what you need? A novelette.
What are you writing?
You just gave me a great idea|for an article.
I wanna write it down before I forget.
Here.
I'll do this for you, and you go type it up|before you forget, okay?
- Are you sure?|- Go.
Thanks, Ruthie.|- I have just the thing.
They fit real good.
Thank you.
Pretty.
Wish me luck.
Who is it?
Margaret Mildred Kittredge.
- What do you want?|- To be in print.
Well, how do I say this nicely?
- But you haven't even read it!|- She's sorry, Mr. Gibson.
- Come on, Kit.|- Yeah, that's right, I am sorry.
I'm sorry you can't recognize a good story|when it's standing right outside your door.
What did you say?
Portrait of a boarding house, sir.|It's fresh. It's new. It's real.
What you're holding in your hand, sir,|is the story you've been looking for.
And you can throw me out if you want,|but I suggest that you read it first.
"A Kid's-Eye View of the Depression|in Cincinnati."
By Kit Kittredge, age 10.
Ha, ha.|That's enough.
You wrote this?
Yes.
It's not bad.
Are you going to print it, Mr. Gibson?|- I'm sorry, kid.
"Not bad" is good...
...but it's not good enough.
Keep it up, kid.|We pay a penny a word for freelance.
One, two, three, four,|five, six, seven, eight.
And guess what.|They pay a penny a word.
Which means, I can make two|or three dollars from just one article.
Whoo-ee!
I was thinking about doing a story|on you and Countee, Will, if you let me.
What's so interesting about us?
I'd like to find out,|shadow you for the day.
- That's reporter talk.|- Oh, yeah.
Well, actually, I'm on my way out|to get a few things...
...at my camp.
You can come if you'd like.
Unless you need us here, Mother.
No, I can manage.
Come on, Countee.
Ruthie, Stirling.|Would you like to be my assistants?
- Do we get paid?|- No.
- Okay.|Yeah.
Will, Countee was saying something|about reading Hobo signs?
You know, he can read a sign|on a gatepost about 200 yards out.
- He's saved my hide about a hundred times.|- What kind of sign's on a gatepost?
The ones that hobos leave|to help each other.
- You see that?|- Looks like a cat.
It is a cat. It's a good sign too.
It means a kind lady lives here.
- Not many houses want hobos, you know.|- You had a cat on your gate, Kit.
- We had a cat.|- Well, I live over there. Do I have a cat?
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