The Miracle Worker Page #5

No, not key. Thimble.

T- r-e-e.

W- a-t...

M- i-I...

Good girl.

D- o-I-I.

M- i...

Oh...

"I feel every day | more and more inadequate. "

"My letters must show that | I need a teacher as much as Helen. "

I need help too.

Who?

In all the world there isn't a soul | who can tell me how to reach you.

How do I reach you?

Doesn't she need affection too?

She never shows me she needs it. | She won't have any caressing.

What would another week accomplish? | We are more than satisfied.

You taught her things to do, to behave.

- So manageable. Cleaner. | - Cleaner?

We say cleanliness is next to godliness.

Cleanliness is next to nothing.

- Give me more time alone with her. | - No.

What is she spellin'?

Water?

Teaching a dog to spell?

The dog doesn't know what she means | any more than she knows what you mean.

I think you ask too much of her, | and yourself.

God may not have meant Helen | to have the... eyes you speak of.

I mean her to.

What is it to you?

- Half a week. | - An agreement is an agreement.

Mrs Keller...

I want her back.

I'll send Viney to help you pack.

Not until 6 o'clock. | I have her until 6 o'clock.

6 o'clock.

Come, Katie.

Yes, what is it to me? They're satisfied.

Give them back their child | and their dog, both housebroken.

Everyone's satisfied but me.

And you.

Feel it.

Reach.

I wanted to teach you.

Oh...

Everything the earth is full of, Helen. | Everything on it that's ours for a wink.

And what we are on it. The light | we bring to it and leave behind in words.

You can see 5,000 years back | in the light of words.

Everything we feel, think,

know, and share in words.

So not a soul is in darkness, | or done with even in the grave.

But I know.

I know one word and | I can put the world in your hand.

And whatever it is to me, I won't take less.

How...

How do I tell you that...

this... means a word?

And the word means this thing, wool.

Or this.

S- t-o-o-I means this thing.

Dress.

F- a-c-e. Face.

M- o-t-h-e-r.

Mother.

M- o-t-h-e-r.

Mother.

Let her come!

Come in.

Miss Annie, your first month's salary.

With many more to come, I trust.

It doesn't pay our debt | for what you've done.

I've taught her one thing: No. | Don't do this, don't do that.

- It's more than we could do... | - I wanted to teach her what language is.

I know without it | to do nothing but obey is no gift.

Obedience without understanding is | a blindness. Is that all I've wished on her?

- No. | - Maybe.

I don't know what else to do.

I simply go on and keep doing what I've | done and have faith that inside she's...

that inside is waiting, | like water underground.

- You can help, Captain Keller. | - How?

The world is not an easy place | for anyone.

I don't want her just to obey.

But to let her have her way | in everything is a lie.

To her.

And I don't even love her.

She's not my child.

Well...

You've got to stand between | that lie and her.

Agreed.

Won't you come now to supper?

Yes.

I used to wonder | how I could earn a living.

Oh, you do.

I really do. Now the question is, | can I survive it?

Oh...

Oh, the keys!

Yes, I'll keep the keys.

I think we've had enough | of locked doors too.

Will you say the grace, Jimmy?

"And Jacob was left alone and wrestled | with an angel till the breaking of the day. "

"And the hollow of Jacob's thigh was | out of joint as he wrestled with him. "

"And the angel said | 'Let me go, for the day breaketh. "'

"And Jacob said 'I will not let thee go, | except thou bless me. "'

Amen.

Oh, you angel.

- That's a very strange grace, James. | - It's from the Good Book, isn't it?

Of course it is. Didn't you know?

- Yes, I knew. | - Well, why ask?

It is from the Good Book | and therefore a fitting grace.

Well, I don't know about that.

There's a lot of things in the Good Book | that I don't care to hear just before eating.

Well, fitting in the sense that Jacob's thigh | was out of joint, and so is this piggy's.

- James, I declare! | - Pickles, Aunt Ev?

I should say so. | You know my opinion of your pickles.

This is the end of them, I'm afraid. | I didn't put up nearly enough last summer.

Reverend looked in today | to complain his hens had stopped layin'.

Poor fella, he was out of joint. All that...

- I've always suspected those hens. | - Of what?

I think they're papists. Has he tried...

Now you're pulling my lower extremity.

The first thing you know | we'll be having another... one of our...

- Miss Annie, it's a very special day. | - It will be, when I give in to that.

Please. I've hardly welcomed her home.

- Captain Keller. | - Katie, we had a little talk.

- Miss Annie feels if we indulge Helen... | - It's a napkin. It's not breakable.

And everything she's learned is.

Mrs Keller, we shouldn't | play tug of war for her.

Either give her to me | or you keep her from kicking.

- What do you wish to do? | - Let me take her from the table.

Let her stay. She's only a child...

- And ask outsiders not to interfere. | - Outsider? Why, I'm the child's aunt.

Will this once hurt so much, Miss Annie?

I've made all of Helen's favourite foods.

It's her homecomin' party, Miss Annie.

- She's testing you. | - She's testing you.

Jimmy, be quiet. | Now that she's home, naturally...

She wants to see what'll happen at | your hands. I said it was my main worry.

- But she's not kickin' now. | - And not learning not to.

She'll live up to what you demand | and no more.

- She's testing you. | - Jimmy.

- I have an opinion. | - No one's interested in it.

I'm interested. | Of course she's testing me.

Let me keep her to what she's learned | and she'll go on learning.

Take her out of my hands | and it all comes apart.

Be bountiful. It's at her expense.

Please pass me more | of her favourite food.

- Take her, Miss Annie. | - Thank you.

I'm afraid you're the difficulty, Miss Annie.

I'll keep her to what she's learned. | You're quite right.

But I don't see we need send her | from the table. She's the guest of honour.

Bring her plate back.

If she were a seeing child, you wouldn't...

She's not! I think | some compromise is called for.

Bring her plate.

Please!

Occasionally another hand | can smooth things out.

There. Now, shall we start all over?

I think we've started all over.

Don't get up. | Don't smooth anything else out for me.

Don't interfere in any way. I treat her like | a seeing child because I ask her to see.

I expect her to see! Don't undo what I do!

- Where are you going? | - To fill this pitcher.

You let her speak to you like that? | A creature who works for you?

No, I don't.

- Let her go. | - What?

I said let her go! She's right.

She's right.

Kate's right, I'm right, and you're wrong.

Has it never occurred to you | that on one occasion

you might be consummately wrong?

All right. Pump.

No, she's not here. Pump.

W- a-t-e-r. Water.

It has a name. W-a-t...

Wah... wah.

Wah... wah.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Oh, my dear.

Ground.

Yes!

Pump.

Yes.

Tree.

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