Pollyanna Page #7

"Shout for joy'!"

( Laughs)

Your girl used to walk past my house and

sometimes come in and play with my little'uns.

Well, cos she didn't know that...

her kind weren't supposed to call on my kind.

Except, of course, to er...

drop off old clothes and...

the odd Bible.

And we've had a hard year my George and me

But she always made us laugh.

And she taught us the Glad Game.

And...well,

when we heard

that she'd been fretting her life away,

I wanted to tell her today that...

she should be glad. Cos...

..well, me and George,

we've decided to stick together.

I will certainly tell her.

Thank you for coming, Mrs Payson.

(Sobs)

Oh!

I prefer physical signs of affection

to be kept to the barest...

- Oh, never mind.

- (Sobs)

Nancy?

What, Nancy, is this absurd game

the whole village is babbling about?

For example, I don't like Monday mornings.

I've noticed.

Oh. Well, anyhow,

Pollyanna said I should be gladder

on Monday mornings than any other day,

because it'll be a whole week

before I have another one!

I wonder why Pollyanna didn't teach me

the game.

Because her father taught it her,

and you wouldn't let her talk about her father.

Even though he'd so recently passed away,

and she desperately needed to talk about him.

That was wrong of you, you know.

Yes, I can see that now.

It appears you are very much loved in the

village, Pollyanna.

Nancy taught me your beautiful game.

I'm so happy.

I really wanted you to play it,

more than anybody.

MR PENDLETON:
I hope you don't

raise this matter lightly, Chilton.

Of course not. I do believe

that Pollyanna's condition can be improved.

At the moment, from all accounts,

- she's getting weaker

- What does this treatment involve?

Stimulating the damaged nerves by a series of...

Will this mean anything to you?

- No, not a thing.

- Well

it's a new treatment. And there is some risk

of causing considerable pain.

And the risk of reawakening hopes in Pollyanna,

only to dash them again.

What are you doing, walking in...?

Sorry, you live here.

Force of habit. Come in.

Do you like my new trousers, Dr Chilton?

Yes. They're very nice.

It's not everyone who can look good in tartan.

You're a credit to your new father.

Would you submit a child of yours

to this treatment?

Yes.

It's not the worst thing, being confined

to a wheelchair, you know. It's only a chair.

While there's still a chance that Pollyanna

could walk again, surely we should take it.

I need to see that child and examine her.

Has Polly Harrington replied to your letter?

No.

It was returned unopened.

I suppose I could appeal to Dr Warren directly.

Yes, though I can't imagine him

taking kindly to that.

No. No.

No, it's all a little awkward.

You know what?

- If Pollyanna heard you, she'd sick up her lunch.

- Jimmy, go to your room!

- Which one?

- Any of them!

She would, though!

Why are you being so feeble?

Who cares if it's awkward

or the letter hasn't been opened?

You thinkPollyanna would say,

"Oh, no,

I'd just rather stay here and get used to sitting"?

What happens when she finds out

you didn't give her this chance?

I'm here to see Pollyanna.

I want to take her to meet a doctor I know

who specialises in treating injuries like hers

He's a great friend and I really think

he can do something to help her

Yes, who knows?

Yes, if nothing good comes out of it, it will be sad

and painful for Pollyanna but

We too,

in our dealings with each other,

have been cripples.

We're like...

two people who looked at a steep slope

and decided to turn back

While others, like your sister, took a chance,

ran down, and lived a rich life, however short.

We should let Pollyanna have that opportunity.

A day hasn't gone by

when I haven't thought about you in this house.

Wondering what you were doing,

what it would be like to be here with you.

Hoping you were happy,

at the same time hoping you weren't.

Let's end this sadness and waste.

And trust each other.

Well, what are you waiting for?

(Knocking)

Dr C hilton! I've missed you so much!

And I have you

I er...

I've sold the motorcar.

I...I made a bit of profit.

You know, cos I put her in tiptop condition,

and refurbished the gearbox with a...with...

Well, never mind about that.

Miss Polly's let me keep the difference.

So, I've...I've bought you these.

And this.

Oh.

I...I must have left it somewhere.

But I think you'll like it.

I think you're right, you know, Nancy.

The future isn't in motorcars.

I got that badly wrong.

Horses! That's the thing.

- Shall I stop talking?

- Yes.

There.

Thank you.

(Knocking)

It's time we were on our way.

(C hurch bells)

(Bells peal)

Are you ready?

Shall we go in?

I thought you weren't ready

- to travel!

- I couldn't miss this could l?

Oh!

Poor Richard will think he's marrying

some wild, blotchy animal.

I won't go in. This is your moment.

No, Pollyanna.

This is our moment.

(Doors open)

(Gasps of surprise)

# Baroque organ piece #

God bless you. Will you be all right?

# Organ plays trumpet voluntary #

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