Sophie and the Rising Sun

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Come on now.

Wait till you see this.

Who is he?

Know who he is?

Don't know why he ended up here.

Got no wallet.

Not a penny in his pocket.

His bus was comin'

from New York City.

He mighta gotten on anywhere

between there and here.

Poor fella. These are worker's hands.

Could be a farmer.

Is that a Chinaman, Dr. Gilbert?

Sure is, Zack.

What's your name, boy?

Ohta.

Don't even talk English.

Apparently not.

Hitler now appears

in full garb...

Thank you, Matilda.

Of a European revolutionary.

We've collected a full barrel of

warm woolens to send to England.

That Samille, she knits as fast as a

fiend, Gil. I don't know how she does it.

Anne, I am trying

to talk to you.

What is it

you want from me, Gilbert?

The fella just needs a place to rest

till he gets his strength back.

Mm-hmm. And you thought

my cottage would suit.

Anne, you've not used

the cottage in years,

since Scott passed.

No. No need for quiet.

With Scott gone,

the whole house is quiet.

I can write my garden column

wherever I want to.

He'll be up and about in a week.

Maybe two.

And then we'll send him

on his way.

And I'll be keepin' an eye

on him too, Mrs. Morrison.

Here.

The poor man.

O-oh...

Ohta.

Ohta?

Is that your name?

Oh, Sophie.

What's wrong?

Oh! What a horrible day.

Did you forget we planned to go

to a picture show in Brunswick?

Yes, forgive me, not today.

I got a Chinaman in my cottage

and Matilda just quit.

Why on earth?

Never mind.

It's all just a nuisance.

Well, I saw that oriental man in town.

He was very dark. And dirty too.

Sophie.

Sophie!

Sophie!

Oh, Anne!

What on earth happened?

Oh, why you so sad today, honey?

Mama sent my friend away.

Let me get

that hair out of your face.

Oh, Sophie. Poverty's

no reason to demean yourself.

Good morning, sweet John.

Are you ready

for some breakfast?

Thank you, Kendall.

It's so good.

It's special.

Here we are, sweetheart.

That's...

Good morning, Ruth.

Mornin', darling.

Good morning, son.

Mm.

Have a wonderful day.

Thank you, sweetheart. You too.

Have another bite. That's good.

Okay, one more.

Autumn is my favorite

season in the south.

It is the season of amaryllis and

our gardens are filled with them.

Red spider lilies,

Lycoris Radiata,

are most especially lovely

and abundant.

Yes? I really must put some

spider lilies in next spring.

Oh, when I divide mine this

year, you're welcome to some.

Why, thank you.

Anne, how is the Chinaman?

He seems to be coming along.

Well, as the missionary ladies society,

we feel some responsibility for him.

That's very kind,

but not necessary, Ruth.

W-well, you know, we've been

feedin' him a-all week,

so we'd like to see

how the patient's doin'.

Mr. Ohta really isn't well

enough for visitors, I'm afraid.

Is Ohta his name?

Yes, I believe it is.

It doesn't even sound

like a real name.

Well, I don't think that

he'd mind us just lookin' in.

We are the missionary

ladies society, Mr. oh-ay-ta.

It's Mr. Ohta, Ruth,

and he can hear you.

Well, I wanted to be sure that

he understands our language.

Oh, he understands.

He understands.

Well, we are deeply concerned

about your well-bein'.

Fattenin' up is all you need.

You'll be up and fit

for travel in no time.

Thank you.

Oh, he speaks English!

Okay. Thank you.

Bye-bye now. I'll bring some...

Feel better.

Well... good morning to you.

Huh.

This isn't where

I intended to plant them,

but they look very nice.

I'm glad you approve.

I wouldn't want you to overexert yourself.

You have been very ill.

I am feeling much better.

Thank you.

Why, your English is just fine.

And you... seem to understand

every word I say.

Yes.

I'm Mrs. Anne Morrison.

You landed yourself

in salty creek, south Carolina.

This is my house.

And... my garden.

Isabel Culpepper's

bringin' your dinner.

Baked ham and pecan pie.

It's bound to knock

your socks off.

The hydrangeas look

very nice over there.

I'm gettin' tired of all these

fussy flower beds. Yes.

Are you a gardener

by... by profession, Mr. Ohta?

- It is something I enjoy.

- Anne!

I know you're out here

on such a lovely day.

I brought my watercolors.

Sophie!

This is Mr. Ohta.

Mr. Ohta, I-I'd like to introduce

you to miss Sophie Willis.

How do you do, miss Willis?

Very well, thank you.

I hope your health

is improvin', Mr. Ohta.

I think you should rest now.

You've exhausted yourself.

Good day, Mrs. Morrison.

Miss Sophie.

Is there anything in particular

you'd like me to paint?

I'm writing my column

about Autumn.

The perfect time

to move your plants.

Well, this says that Shirley temple

is making a comeback at 12 years old.

A comeback?

You know, they say Clark gable

brushes his own hair on set.

Well, he's such a regular guy.

Isn't he?

I just love him. You know, I heard

that he lets the... the regular boys

come into his trailer

and watch the ball game.

Where were you headed

on that bus, Mr. Ohta?

And where were you comin' from?

I'd rather not say,

Mrs. Morrison.

I understand if that

makes you uncomfortable.

You're still not fit to go anywhere.

Just gettin' your strength back.

I just thought your... your family

must be very worried about ya.

Can I help you?

I'm Salome Whitmore.

I heard you're lookin' for a housekeeper.

Where'd you hear that?

Folks talk.

I'm a good worker.

And foreigners don't bother me.

Do you have any references,

Salome?

No, ma'am.

I just moved back here.

Hmm. I see.

I'll keep your house cleaner

than you ever seen it.

I'll work for you

the first week free,

see if you pleased with my work.

That won't be necessary.

I don't like being hovered over.

The house is a mess. My former

housekeeper left a week ago.

Got your work cut out for ya.

I'm used to folks bein' dirty.

Most of 'em's downright filthy

if you ask me.

Well, you show up 8:00 tomorrow.

Thank you, ma'am.

Sharp.

You gonna buy that newspaper?

No, sir.

Do you have any

late season plants?

For Mrs. Morrison.

Over there.

These are the most beautiful.

I do not garden, Mr. Ohta. I'm

just looking at the illustrations.

Mr. Ohta.

Uh, when you finish your lunch,

um, please come into the house.

Uh, my deceased...

Scott's things

are in that trunk.

Help yourself to some clothes.

Take whatever you need.

Thank you, miss Anne.

I can't bring myself

to throw them out, and, uh,

I hate to see things

go to waste.

Mr. Morrison loved poetry?

Oh, yes.

So do I.

You can read?

Forgive me. That was...

That was very rude.

Wordsworth was his favorite.

Here.

I'll leave you to it.

"Since the spirit of god

dwells in you,

anyone who does not have

the spirit of Christ

does not belong to him.

Christ is in you,

though the body is dead

because of sin,

the spirit is life

because of the righteousness."

Excuse me.

This was the only path I found.

Anne gave you Scott's paints.

Yes, and other things.

Excuse me.

I find this the most

beautiful spot to paint.

Hitler will get

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