Meet Me in St. Louis Page #6

BURNT THE SOLES:

OF THEIR FEET.

FINE. NOW GO GET

THE BRAUKOFFS.

WE'RE GETTING

THE FERRISES.

BUT BLOW DOWN:

THEIR HOUSE,

ROOF AND ALL.

COME ON.

LET'S GO.

CAN I GO, TOO?

YOU STAY HERE.

YOU'RE TOO LITTLE.

WHY DON'T YOU

GO HOME?

SOMEBODY'S GOT

TO TAKE THE BRAUKOFFS.

I'LL TAKE THEM.

I'LL TAKE

THE BRAUKOFFS.

LET TOOTIE:

TAKE THEM.

NO.

THE BRAUKOFFS:

HAVE A FIERCE:

BULLDOG.

SHE'LL BE TORN

TO PIECES.

YOU BETTER GO HOME.

YOU'RE TOO SMALL.

I AM NOT.

I WON'T GO HOME.

I'LL TAKE

THE BRAUKOFFS.

ALL RIGHT.

TOOTIE TAKES:

THE BRAUKOFFS.

BUT REMEMBER,

IF YOU DON'T

HIT MR. BRAUKOFF

IN THE FACE WITH FLOUR

AND SAY,

"I HATE YOU,"

THE BANSHEES:

WILL HAUNT YOU.

GIVE HER:

SOME FLOUR.

NO. I GOT

MY OWN FLOUR.

[NEIGH]

WELL?

I--I HATE YOU,

MR. BRAUKOFF.

BRRRR.

AAH!

TOOTIE!

TOOTIE, WHAT HAVE

YOU BEEN DOING?

SHE TOOK:

THE BRAUKOFFS.

ALL ALONE?

YEAH.

DID THE BULLDOG:

TRY TO BITE YOU?

DID MR. BRAUKOFF

CHASE YOU?

TOOTIE,

CAN'T YOU TALK?

I KILLED HIM!

SHE KILLED HIM:

ALL ALONE.

HEY, WAIT A MINUTE!

LISTEN!

LISTEN!

QUIET! QUIET!

TOOTIE KILLED:

THE BRAUKOFFS:

SINGLE-HANDED.

SHE'S THE BRAVEST

OF THEM ALL.

YEAH. TOOTIE'S

THE MOST HORRIBLE.

YEAH!

YEAH!

TOOTIE SMITH,

YOU'RE FREE.

YOUR BANSHEE:

IS DEAD.

THROW THAT:

ON THE FIRE.

I'M THE MOST HORRIBLE.

I'M THE MOST HORRIBLE.

YEAH!

YEAH!

THANK YOU:

FOR DROPPING ME OFF,

COLONEL DARLY.

IT WAS MY PLEASURE,

MISS SMITH.

THE ICE CREAM:

WOULD HAVE MELTED

IF IT WEREN'T

FOR YOUR THOUGHTFULNESS.

GLAD TO BE OF SERVICE.

GOOD NIGHT.

WOULD YOU LIKE:

TO COME IN?

THERE'S PLENTY

OF ICE CREAM,

AND MY FOLKS:

WOULD LOVE TO MEET YOU.

THANK YOU,

BUT SOME:

OTHER TIME PERHAPS.

OH, GIVE MY REGARDS

TO TOOTIE.

THANK YOU.

SHE'S SUCH

A CHERE ENFANT.

YES. YES,

SHE CERTAINLY IS.

GOOD EVENING.

ROSE! HIM!

OH, ES, HE'S

SIMPLY ENCHANTING.

AND SO MATURE.

WHERE DID YOU MEET?

I WAS LEAVING:

HUNTSINGER'S,

AND HE:

WAS COMING IN.

I BUMPED INTO HIM.

ACCIDENTALLY?

ALMOST.

THAT'S THE MOST

EXCITING--

AAAAH!

TOOTIE.

WHERE IS SHE?

I HEARD:

THE TROLLEY WHEN--

AAAAH!

TOOTIE!

DID YOU HEAR:

A SCREAM?

IT'S TOOTIE!

I THOUGHT I HEARD

TOOTIE SCREAM.

WHERE IS SHE?

DOWN BY THE TROLLEY.

SOMETHING'S

HAPPENED.

OH, TOOTIE!

OH, HERE! OH!

OH, MY, DARLING.

DON'T CRY, HONEY.

SOMEBODY TELEPHONE

THE DOCTOR.

IF YOU CAN'T

GET DR. GIRARD,

GET DR. BROWN.

KATIE, GET

SOME HOT WATER.

RIGHT AWAY.

DON'T CRY, BABY.

IT'S ALL RIGHT.

IT'S ALL RIGHT.

HE TRIED TO KILL ME.

I THINK:

IT'S HER LIP.

LET ME SEE.

AAH!

MOTHER WON'T

HURT HER BABY.

SHE'S LOST

A TOOTH.

[GRANDPA]

THAT DOCTOR:

MUST BE WALKING.

SHALL I CALL PAPA

AT THE OFFICE?

HEAVENS, NO.

WHAT COULD:

HE DO?

THERE, THERE,

DARLING.

HE TRIED:

TO KILL ME.

NOW TELL MAMA.

WHAT HAPPENED?

THE STREETCAR:

HIT HER.

IT MUST HAVE TOSSED HER

ONTO THE CINDERS.

NO, IT WASN'T

THE STREETCAR.

IT WAS:

JOHN TRUITT.

HE TRIED:

TO KILL ME.

JOHN TRUITT?

JOHN TRUITT:

HIT YOU?

HE TRIED:

TO KILL ME,

AND WHEN I SCREAMED,

HE RAN AWAY.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

TOOTIE SMITH,

THAT'S A MONSTROUS

FALSEHOOD.

JOHN TRUITT:

WOULDN'T HIT A GIRL,

LEAST OF ALL:

MY SISTER.

LET ME HAVE:

YOUR COAT, DOCTOR.

WELL, TOOTIE,

WHAT IS IT THIS TIME?

JOHN TRUITT HIT HER,

DR. GIRARD.

WELL, LET'S HAVE

A LOOK HERE, HUH?

HE HIT HER,

ALL RIGHT.

SOMEONE DID.

I'M AFRAID

I'LL HAVE TO TAKE

A COUPLE:

OF STITCHES.

WELL, NO BONES

BROKEN, THOUGH.

WHAT'S THAT

IN YOUR HAND?

AH! AH!

TOOTIE, LET

THE DOCTOR SEE IT.

LET'S SEE.

WHAT IS IT?

IT--IT'S HAIR,

AND I DON'T THINK

IT'S TOOTIE'S.

I HAD TO DO IT.

HE TRIED TO KILL ME.

SHE MUST HAVE HAD

QUITE A STRUGGLE

FIGHTING HIM OFF.

IT STILL HAS:

THE ROOTS ON IT.

LET'S SEE, NOW.

WE'D BETTER TAKE

HER UPSTAIRS TO BED.

CAN YOU HELP ME?

THERE WE ARE.

HELLO, ESTHER.

JOHN TRUITT?

YES?

I'VE COME HERE

TO ASK YOU SOMETHING.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN HITTING

A 5-YEAR-OLD CHILD?

ESTHER.

THE NEXT TIME YOU

WANT TO HIT SOMEBODY,

PICK ON SOMEBODY

YOUR OWN SIZE.

HEY, ESTHER...

ES!

IF THERE'S

ANYTHING I HATE,

LOATHE, DESPISE,

AND ABOMINATE,

IT'S A BULLY!

I WANT:

TO SLEEP HERE.

OF COURSE YOU MAY.

I WANT TO WEAR:

ESTHER'S NIGHTGOWN.

I'LL GET IT

FOR YOU.

I HATE TO THINK WHAT

YOUR FATHER WILL SAY

WHEN HE HEARS:

ABOUT THIS.

HE MAY STRIKE:

THAT TRUITT BOY.

I'LL DO THAT,

MAMA.

I'LL GET YOU

SOME ICE CREAM.

FEED A COLD,

STARVE A FEVER.

" I WAS DRUNK

LAST NIGHT "

" DEAR MOTHER "

" I WAS DRUNK

THE NIGHT BEFORE "

" BUT IF YOU'LL

FORGIVE ME, MOTHER "

" I'LL NEVER

GET DRUNK ANYMORE ""

I GOT HIM.

HE DIDN'T HAVE

A CHANCE TO SCRATCH ME.

YOUR DRESS IS TORN.

THAT HAPPENED:

WHILE HE WAS TRYING

TO HOLD ME OFF.

I BIT HIM.

I BIT HIM, TOO.

TOOTIE, I SAW

THE WHOLE THING!

YOU SHOULD'VE

RUN WITH ME.

WHAT HAPPENED?

WHEN I GOT LOOSE

FROM JOHN, I RAN BACK.

THERE WAS A POLICEMAN,

AND HE WAS MAD.

EVERYONE IN:

THE TROLLEY WAS MAD.

MAD:

ABOUT WHAT?

DID IT GO:

OFF THE TRACK?

NO, BUT THE CABLE

CAME OFF.

WHAT HAVE YOU TWO

BEEN UP TO?

IT WAS THAT DRESS

WE FOUND.

WE STUFFED IT.

IT LOOKED:

LIKE A BODY.

A LIVE BODY, TOO.

WE PUT IT:

ON THE TRACK.

WE THOUGHT THE STREETCAR

WOULD GO OFF THE TRACK.

YOU MIGHT HAVE KILLED

DOZENS OF PEOPLE.

OH, ROSE.

YOU'RE SO STUCK-UP.

TOOTIE, HOW

DID YOU GET THAT LIP?

AGNES AND I:

PUT THE LADY:

ON THE TRACK.

WHEN JOHN TRUITT

SAW THE STREETCAR

AND HEARD THE BUMP,

HE TRIED TO MAKE US

STAY IN THE WOODSHED

SO THE POLICEMAN

WOULDN'T GET US.

AS THOUGH POLICEMEN

EVER PAY ATTENTION

TO GIRLS.

GET OUT OF THAT BED

AND TAKE:

MY NIGHTGOWN OFF.

OH, LET HER ALONE.

SHE WAS GOOD:

ABOUT HER LIP.

YOU'RE NOT

MY SISTER.

YOU'RE THE MOST

DECEITFUL, HORRIBLE,

SINFUL LITTLE:

CREATURE I EVER SAW,

AND I DON'T

WANT ANYTHING:

TO DO WITH YOU.

WERE ALL THOSE:

PEOPLE VERY MAD?

THEY WERE FURIOUS!

THE MOTORMAN:

NEARLY HAD A FIT!

YOU SHOULDN'T LAUGH.

THERE'S NOTHING

TO LAUGH AT.

THAT'S TERRIBLE!

MERCIFUL HEAVENS.

JOHN.

JOHN.

JOHN, I'VE COME TO

ASK YOU SOMETHING.

OH?

I JUST:

FOUND OUT THAT...

OH, DID I DO THAT?

UH-HUH.

AND THIS.

AND THIS.

AND THIS.

OH, JOHN, I...

I'M TERRIBLY SORRY

IF I HURT YOU.

IT'S NO WORSE

THAN FOOTBALL PRACTICE,

EXCEPT IT'S BETTER

WITH A GIRL.

HOW'S TOOTIE?

OH, TOOTIE...

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