Pollyanna Page #2

music, tidying, supper, then bed.

When do l...just live?

What?

I know I'll be breathing,

but that's not the same as living.

You'll be allowed brief intervals in which to play.

(Car pulls up, then hooter hoots)

(Car hooter again)

Motorcar!

(Hooter)

Sticky clutch. Do you hear that rattling?

That's the torque tube

letting us know he's not happy.

Oh!

POLLYANNA:
Hat again.

Good morning.

Mrs Benson.

Mrs Ford. Reverend Ford.

Hallelujah!

AUNT POLLY:
Come back Pollyanna

I haven't finished with you yet

Do I look like a lady?

I'm not sure what you look like.

Hello

Hello, miss.

- Do you always work in the garden?

- Yes, miss. I'm the gardener.

Hey, you're so like your mother.

I knew her when she was

even littler than you are now.

- You knew my mother?

- Yeah.

I never really knew her. What was she like?

She broke a few hearts, I can tell you.

Men were falling all over themselves

to get into her good books.

Yeah.

When she went away from here, it was like...

Iike someone had turned out half the lights.

Aye.

Your daddy being a vicar without tuppence,

Miss Polly and the family didn't think he was

the right person for the likes of your mother.

Father was never very good with money.

He always said we should pay

with flowers and butterflies instead of coins.

Oh, aye? How would that work, then?

First, Father said everyone should have

enough garden to grow their own flowers,

and then there would be more flowers

to attracct butterflies.

Oh, right.

So, the fuel is supplied by the carburettor

to the compression chamber here

at the top of the cylinder block

Now, this is when the plugs

I was talking about come into play.

Now it gets even more interesting.

The spark, whi...

The spark

The spark, which is created by this fellow here...

I think something's burning.

(Sighs)

(Gasps)

(Owl hoots)

(Dog barks)

(Night birds call)

TlM:
Here she is. I've found her.

Evening.

Aunt Polly, you're letting the flies in.

Absolutely extraordinary behaviour.

For the rest of the night, Pollyanna,

you are to sleep in my bed with me,

where I know where you are.

With you?

Oh, Aunt Polly, how perfecctly lovely of you!

- Thank you.

- No, this is a punishment.

- No, it isn't.

- Yes, it is.

- No, it really isn't.

- (n exasperation) Oh!

Nancy?

Just a bit of oil.

Good afternoon.

(Cat meows)

I hope you're not expecting to keep that

How do you do? I'm from Miss Polly Harrington,

and I'd like to see Mrs Snow, please.

Good luck

No, over there, in the bed.

Hello. My name's...

(Groans)

I'm sorry. It's a little dark

I'm not well. I'll have it how I like.

My name's Pollyanna.

Aunt Polly says she hopes you're comfortable.

She sent you some calf's foot jelly,

which is supposed to be good for sick people.

I doon't knoow why

Jelly

(Tuts)

I'd rather have lamb broth, but never mind.

Yes, they said you're the kind of person

who always wants the thing they're not given.

What did you say?

I'm sorry you're not well.

Do you know how many winks of sleep

I got last night?

Three?

None.

I didn't sleep a wink.

You are so lucky.

What?

I always think we lose so much time sleeping

when we might be doing things.

(Sighs in exasperation)

Open the curtains. I want to see you.

Oh dear

Now you can see my freckles.

I love your black hair.

I would've been so glad to have had black hair

You wouldn't be glad of anything

if you had to lie in bed all day like I do.

Well, there's always something to be glad about.

Really?

What should I be glad about?

Uh...

This'll be a hard one.

Hm.

I have to go now.

May I think about that, and tell you next week?.

I've had such a lovely time

She let you open the curtain?!

Why not, Milly? I don't have to stay in the dark

just because I'm poorly, do l?

How do you do again? Isn't it a lovely day?

I suggest

you find someone of your own age to talk to.

I'd like to, but there aren't any around here.

Don't worry. I like you old people too.

Thank you.

I'm used to the elderly ladies

from the Ladies' Aid.

They kindly looked after me

when Father couldn't cope.

Ah.

Well, that's...

nice.

Mrs White, she was the nicest. She had a bush

in her garden shaped like a peacock.

She fell out with Mrs Rawson,

who said she is a very ordinary woman,

which put the cat among the pigeons.

Mrs Jones had just lost her husband,

so she tended to hit people with her stick

What's your favourite smell?

Goodbye.

NANCY:
He said hello to you?

I had to sort of coax it out of him.

He's a bit like Mrs Snow, only walking.

Mr Pendleton doesn't speak to anyone.

He lives all alone in a great big lovely house,

full of grand things, they say.

Some say he's crazy, or just really cross.

Some say he's got a skeleton in his cupboard.

Oh, how horrible!

He travels all over the world,

and when he comes back he writes odd boks,

and never spends any money,

even though he's so rich

he could eat gold coins from morning till night

if he wanted to.

AUNT POLLY:
Pollyanna?

You're late for your sewing lesson.

In facct, you seem to be completely ignoring

the timetable I set out for you.

That's true, and I'm sorry.

But I promise, I am learning things all the time.

I absolutely promise that.

Did you sit in your room and memorise a poem

before breakfast?

- No.

- Why not?

I...don't have a chair.

Oh, it's such a lovely room!

Thank you!

Lamb's broth.

Oh, I was in the mood for something else.

Calf's foot jelly.

Chicken broth. That's what I'd really like.

Oh, Mrs Snow? I was thinking about

what you can be glad about,

and I thought of something.

You can be happy that other people

aren't like you, sick in bed like this.

I think you should leave.

Now, Aunt, don't be cross.

(Dog whimpers)

No, Pollyanna. We are not taking in a stray dog!

Oh, please! He won't be any trouble.

It's an unnecessary expense.

We could sell the piano. Nobody ever plays it,

exccept that nice blind man

who comes and tests it.

What possible use is a dog?

They make you glad to be alive.

That's got to be good, hasn't it?

Extraordinary child.

What makes you glad, Aunt Polly?

I don't consider it important to be glad.

Oh. Well, I don't see

how you can play the game, then.

What game?

That Father taught me.

Nothing.

Go and wash your hands.

Anyway

thank you for letting me keep the dog.

What?

(Barks)

POLLYANNA:
Here!

Argh!

(C latter)

Hello.

Oh, hello.

Oh!

See that... See that drop arm?

She's pulling to the left.

- Timothy?

- Mm?

Do you like Nancy?

Uh, yes, she's a fine girl.

Very...fine.

I think she likes you too.

You know you're always talking to Nancy

about the motorcar?

Yes. These are excciting times

for mechanical engineering.

I think you should talk to her about other things,

like herself.

- Yes?

- In facct, anything apart from motorcars.

Now, you go up to her as bold as brass.

- Don't stand there like a fish at a barn dance.

- No!

I used to pick those for your mum.

Brought tears to her eyes.

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