Pollyanna Page #3

Maybe that was just the hay fever, eh?

- Good luck.

- You said I didn't need it!

Go on!

(Gasps)

Ah, look

I'm not in the mood for calf's foot jelly either.

C hicken broth.

V ery kind of you, but...

Mutton broth.

Oxtail.

Pea soup. There. You must like one of these.

Here's another one. This happened to me.

A fair is coming to the village,

but it rained a lot, so nobody can go.

What is there to be glad about?

I would be glad because...

..everyone else was getting wet exccept me,

because I was confined to bed.

That's not playing the game right.

Oh. Um...

I would be glad because...

Oh, let me think

The next time the fair came,

everyone would enjoy it that much more

because they hadn't been able to go

the last time.

Yes, exacctly!

Oh, this is a...a silly game.

(Sighs)

Let's have another one.

RRight. You lose a shoe

on the way back from church.

This happened to me too.

What is there to be glad about?

Um...

Hello.

Hello yourself.

My name's Pollyanna Whittier. What's yours?

Jimmy Bean.

Like the vegetable?

Yeah.

You don't see many boys and girls my age.

Where do you live?

In the orphanage. Exccept I've left,

cos it was full. They didn't want me anyhow.

- That's terrible.

- I've been going round houses,

asking if anyone wants me,

but everyone that wants kids

has already got them.

His mother and father's up in heaven,

like mine, so he's got nobody.

He's going from house to house

because the orphanage is bursting with children.

So I said you'd take him in,

the way you took me in, and my cat, and my

dog.

Although they have to sleep outside.

I'm still not sure why.

Don't be ridiculous!

The idea of me taking in this dirty little boy!

But he wants a home, and people,

and I said how good you were to me.

Enough! Mangy cats and dogs were one thing.

I'm not looking after this ragged little beggar!

I'm not a beggar, ma'am. I work for my keep.

I wouldn't have come here if this girl

hadn't have told me you were good and kind.

Oh, Aunt Polly, I thought you'd be glad

to have him here. I know I'd be glad.

Pollyanna, will you stop using that everlasting

word "glad" from morning till night?!

Oh!

Jimmy?

Jimmy?

- I'm sorry.

- I'm not blaming it on you. It's her.

Auntie's a good person.

I must have just explained it wrong.

Wait. I thought of something.

The Ladies' Aid meet tomorrow.

I heard Aunt Polly say so.

I'll explain to them that you're needy.

Father always did that

whenever he wanted anything.

Money to educate the heathen, or new carpets.

Well, I'm not a heathen, or a new carpet.

What's a Ladies' Aid?

Don't you know anything?

It's just a lot of ladies that meet, and sew,

and sit in clouds of perfume and raise money.

They're awfully kind.

I'm not standing around any more,

getting called a beggar by old ladies.

You don't have to be there. I'll go and tell them.

Please.

I know someone there will give you a home.

(Woman's voice from within)

WOMAN:
Don't talk too me about shillings

I need guineas not shillings

The roof will not mend itself.

The mission in Bombay is in a delicate state.

Funds are urgently needed.

The weather vane is creaking so badly,

it can be heard halfway...

A ladder is needed for access to the crypt!

VlCAR:
Ladies!

Might l...?

Excuse me?

..you can't hear yourself think

Why are you so obsessed

with this weather vane?

- It's all roof, roof, roof with you.

- Well...

Might I speak?.

WOMAN:
Heavens!

- Did your aunt send you, my dear?

- No,

I came all by myself. I'm used to you

nice church ladies from needing help myself.

Anyway,

I've come about a friend of mine - Jimmy Bean.

He's nearly 1 1,

and he's all alone.

And he needs someone to take him in

and show him the world's a good place

to be born into.

Jimmy who?!

One of you rich ladies

must have a home for Jimmy,

or can look after him until he finds one.

He's keen to work.

- What?!

- God gracious me!

(Astonished muttering)

Perhaps we might assume his support

- and education Hm?

- How did he get into such a ruinous position?

- It's not his fault. He's done his best...

- There's no smoke without fire.

- True Very true

- What are you talking about?

Jimmy's more important than a big ladder!

(Gasps of shock)

Does he not know that we already have

a great many calls on our funds?

Yes, we do!

Cake?

( Chattering )

Vicar,

- tea?

- Thank you

There you go. Go on. Good boy.

The ladies didn't really listen.

Not properly.

Doesn't matter.

Maybe I didn't want to live in a house.

It's not as good as people make out.

Won't your aunt be cross,

not knowing where you are?

Yep, she'll be cross. But only on the outside.

No, she's cross all the way through.

Any way you slice her up.

That's not true. She's...just like an old nut.

You're right there.

No, I mean you just need to find a way

to crack open the shell, and the goodness

is waiting inside.

"Don't write to me. I shall not answer you,"

Gertrude declared.

"l should, of course, burn your letters," said

Felix.

Gertrude looked at him again.

"Burn my letters?'!"

- Good evening, Nancy.

- Hello.

Oh, thank you.

Sweets.

- I thought I'd given you enough flowers.

- Oh, yes.

I saw they were piling up there, in your room.

Yes.

- No, don't do that.

- Sorry.

No, I mean you can, but not yet.

- You're kneeling in some nettles.

- Oh, it doesn't matter.

It's not part of a motorcar, is it?

No. No.

Nancy,

will you do me the honour of being my wife?

I'll think about it.

(Bird calls)

( Groaning )

( Groaning )

( Groaning continues)

Mr Pendleton? Are you hurt?

No, I'm taking a siesta.

Child

I need your help.

- Are you sensible?

- Yes

Are you?

Run to my house, five minutes that way.

Let yourself in.

(Groans)

In the room ahead of you, there's a telephone.

- Can you use a telephone?

- Yes.

Look for Dr Chilton's number

on the card you'll find on the table there.

Telephone him, say John Pendleton is lying

at the foot of Raven Ledge

in Pendleton Woods, with a broken leg.

- Broken? You poor thing! Is there anything...?

- Go!

Hello caller? Caller can I help you?

Hello? Hello?

- Number please

- Beldingsville 1 95, please.

Could you hold the line please?

(Door creaks)

- Please, not the skeleton.

- Hello?

- Oh, hello. Is that Dr C hilton?

(Owls hoot)

He's on his way.

Oh, your head shouldn't be on the hard ground.

(Birdsong)

I'm not good company.

- Well, you're in pain.

- No,

- I'm never good company.

- No, you're just a little cross.

I mean on the outside. Lots of people are.

They don't do it on purpose,

they just sort of fall into it.

Here they are, over here.

I'd turn onto your side, if I was you.

That's it.

Well done.

You've done very well.

I'm Dr Chilton.

There are two docctors in this village.

I'm the good one. Fortunately,

- I'm not competitive.

- Hello, I'm Pollyanna.

Miss Polly Harrington's niece.

You've been very helpful.

You must look after me, if ever I'm ill.

Strife,

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