All language subtitles for Little.Women.2017.S01E02.720p.iP.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-BTW_en_SDH

Jo!

Jo!

Jo, have you got the curling papers?

Ugh!

There was a whole box full
in the dresser on the landing!

Marmee left them
and said we were to share them!

Amy, what use do you suppose
I have for curling papers?

Sorry.

I forgot.

Beth! Beth!

"Marmee, I wish you could see
how well your troop of

"little women
have marshalled themselves.

"It would do Father more good than
all the medicine in Washington.

"Mr Brooke was a hero to telegraph
as soon as you arrived.

"Just to know that the news was not
the worst was enough to send us

"wild with happiness,

"and back to our posts
in the house like soldiers."

Beth! Beth!

Have you seen the curling papers?

Marmee said I was to start
doing my own hair.

No, and Marmee also said you
shouldn't put papers in on weekdays.

Marmee isn't here.

"You wouldn't find a single fault
in us, I promise."

The curling papers!

I knew someone had taken them!

Where are you going?

On Thursday, I'm going
to stay at Annie Moffat's.

You didn't say!

I only just got permission
from Mr Laurence. Hm.

Marmee entrusted him
with all such matters.

Marmee also told us
to be indigent about our work.

How can you be indigent
when you abandon your poor pupils

to go gallivanting off
at somebody's mansion?

The word is diligent. Not indigent!

And my poor pupils are going to
the ocean, with their parents,

because there's scarlet fever
in town.

There's going to be a ball. Annie's
sister Belle just got engaged!

A ball at the Moffats'...

It's all going to be so elegant!

Would you like to be engaged?

Oh, I'd like to be married, one day.

Well, you won't catch many husbands
in this shabby old tarlatan!

Marmee always said
the first one of us

to get to go to a ball would wear
that violet silk dress,

the one she keeps wrapped up
in the special paper.

There isn't time to make it over.

This shabby old tarlatan
will have to do.

Hm. Well, you might ruin it, anyway.

Like when you turned
the sleeves on my old dress

and they came out bluer
than the bodice.

Oh, I was a figure of fun
at school for days!

And it's bad enough that I owe
at least a dozen pickled limes!

Are pickled limes still the fashion?

Yes. Even though
Mr Davis has forbidden them.

And I am dreadfully in debt,
because I can't return them.

You know what it's like to be
socially disadvantaged.

Will 25 cents buy enough pickled
limes to restore your dignity?

FOOTSTEPS

Mrs March?

I asked the landlady of the boarding
house to make up a jug of beef tea.

She packed it up with some toast,
and a little fruit.

Mr March isn't able to eat anything.

But you are.

And you must.

CHATTERING AND LAUGHING

Good morning, Mary.

I came in early this morning for
extra algebra. Oh, pickled limes!

You're brave. Mr Davis took his
coffee way too strong this morning.

He's as nervous as a witch,
and as cross as a bear!

Amy March has pickled limes!

I might have known you'd smell them
from across the yard.

You could always smell mine.
Flat nose or no flat nose.

I wanted to wear white tonight,

but Mother said that was for
debutantes and brides - I've been

a debutante already, and we're
already planning my wedding gown!

Oh, these flowers you've
brought from the Laurences' -

they're delicious, Meg!

The young man of the house
is clearly out to spoil you!

Sallie, I think you'll find
it was the old man of the house.

Mr Laurence knows I like to share.

And that is just one of the many
very delightful things about you.

And although we all think that there
couldn't really be a much
prettier version of you...

You have the loveliest arms of all
of us,

and almost the smallest waist.

I only have that half-inch less
because of my new corset!

You would look so adorable in a
brand-new gown, with French heels

to match it, and maybe one of these
flowers in a little silver holder.

But I don't have
any of those things.

And I can't complain, or apologise,

because that's just
the way things are.

Well. Not necessarily.

Did you see Meg's face
when we left her at the Moffats'?

It's odd knowing your sister's
at somebody else's house

surrounded by things she'd love
to have, but can't afford to buy.

Can't afford to buy now.

She may marry a man
who will make her very happy.

Ned Moffat and the Gardiner boys
are going to that ball.

That isn't funny, Teddy!

I've felt so...rumpled in my mind
ever since you told me

that Brooke had taken Meg's glove

and kept it in his pocket.

Ned Moffat and the Gardiner boys
aren't all bad.

They just like a harmless lark
now and then,

and...so do I.

Going to town and playing billiards
and drinking whiskey aren't
harmless.

Because if you run wild, Marmee will
put a stop to all of our good times.

I see. In which case I'd better be
a double-distilled saint.

Why can't you just be grateful
for all the chances that you have?

The chance to study!
The chance to go to college!

The chance to spend years
of your life with books, and ideas!

You say it as though
I might enjoy it.

I'd enjoy it.

Are you going to deliver lectures
all the way home?

Because if you are,
I'm going to walk someplace
where I can take a bus.

I just worry about you, Laurie,

because you've got such
a strong will that

if you ever go the wrong way
it won't be possible to stop you!

Whilst you, of course, are always
entirely open to reason,

and never afraid to admit
you're in the wrong!

I meant what I said!
I'll take the bus.

No. I'll take the bus.

SHE GASPS

GIGGLING

Young ladies, my eye is upon you.

If you would be good enough
to return your attention to the

front of the class, I'd like you
all to direct your attention to

this map of the Dutch East Indies.

Miss Kingsley,
what is the object of your interest?

The map of the Dutch East Indies,
sir.

I think the object of her interest
is the parcel in Miss March's desk.

And would Miss March like to
enlighten us

as to the contents of that parcel?

No, sir, I would not.

Pickled limes!

Yes.

Pick them up.

Out the window.

What?

Out the window, now, two at a time!

GASPS

And you'll remain there
until recess.

I am never going back there.

And I'm not going to make you!

If I had my way, that vicious
animal would be arrested!

Jail would be too good for him.

He made me throw two dozen
perfectly good limes out the window!

That's not why
he should be punished, Amy.

And if he had to punish you,
he shouldn't have done it this way!

All I could think about
was Marmee's face!

And how disappointed she would be
when she finds out.

Beth, would you please go
and play some piano?

Music might set us back to rights.

SHE PLAYS

Why in the name of
Christopher Columbus are you playing
Land Of The Leal, Beth?

Because it's Father
and Marmee's favourite!

CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS

MUSIC STOPS

May I take you in to supper,
Miss March?

Oh, quelle dommage!

I already have
someone on my card for that!

I thought so! Reuben Gardiner.

I'm not so easily rebuffed,
you bewitching little minx. Oh!

May I put my name down
for the Lancers?

If you are very, very good, I might
just accept you for the Quadrille.

It really is the last one left!

I-I am going to be very naughty
and ask you to excuse me.

A family friend has just arrived
and will expect my company.

I don't care to disappoint him!

Oh.

That family friend. So it's true,
what everyone says, then?

Everyone?

Including my mother.

"Mrs March has made her plans!"
she said.

HE SIGHS

Made what plans?

SHE SIGHS

Stop fanning yourself -
it isn't even hot!

I brought you a glass of Champagne,
and an ice cream.

I've had so much Champagne
I've already started the headache

I'll wake up with in the morning.

How dare people even think
that Marmee "has plans"?

That she's plotting for us
to make a match?

She's not that sort of woman.

And I'll make my own match,
thank you very much.

I dare say I will, one day.

But I'm certainly not going to plan,
and scheme,

and have Marmee's integrity
called into question!

Meg, why don't you just
eat your ice cream?

Because my feet burn so
in these borrowed shoes

that I'd rather just
stick them right in it!

Oh! Don't tell Jo I let them
dress me up.

She doesn't like anything to do with
romance, or flirting.

I know.

She might change her mind.

Mm.

Mm!

Are you coming in with me?

CLATTERING

Oh!

I hereby serve notice
of the withdrawal of my sister

from your school.

Fees until the end
of this week are enclosed. Hm.

Miss March was rather
a favourite of mine.

Had she once apologised,
or beseeched, or begged me,

I would have desisted.

She should have apologised.

But if she was too proud to beseech,
or beg, I commend her.

It says here that the Union Army
lost heavily at Ball's Bluff.

They advanced into four
Confederate regiments,

and in the confusion many men tried
to swim the river and drowned.

It's definitely setting.

I'm glad I put less water in than
the instructions said.

Oh, I hope they don't introduce
conscription.

Marmee needs Mr Brooke
to stay in Washington,

and I wouldn't want him called away.

I can send them
an artistic model of my foot

when I've completed this casting.

They can put it where Father
can see it from his bed. Hm.

Hannah,
may I take this loaf to the Hummels?

You can take it if you've
a wish to and no desire
for any bread yourself.

It's the last morsel we have,
and seeing as it's a wash day

there'll be no more until one
of your sisters rolls up her sleeves

and sets to it with the yeast
and the proving pans!

I've enough to do with that
cat having kittens again,

in the necessary house.

It won't come out!

It won't come out!

It won't come out!

Shouldn't you have
greased your foot first?

I don't know! We need a mallet.

Will one of you come with me
to the Hummels'?

Oh, I have letters to write,
including one to Marmee.

And can't you see
I am being incommoded by my art?

You've been to the Hummels'
every day this week, Beth!

Mrs Hummel has some scrubbing work,

but she's leaving Lottchen in charge
of all the little ones.

I have a cold, Beth.

I'd be at Aunt March's,
but she can't stand to hear me read

when my nose is blocked.

Lottchen?

Where's the baby?

Lottchen?

CRYING

Lottchen, where's the baby?

Oh, please wake up, baby!

I brought bread with me, and milk.

I'm going to make you
all sorts of good things to eat!

Please wake up, baby.
Please wake up.

Please wake up!

Please wake up!

I need to see Dr Bangs!

How long have the family been ill?

A little bit sick for a week or so.

But I only saw the rash
on him today.

His mother has gone out scrubbing
so she can pay you.

There will be no bill.

And now I need to examine you.

HORSE WHINNIES

Beth!

Is the doctor absolutely sure
it's scarlet fever?

He's seen a dozen children die
in the past two weeks!

I would have noticed if I hadn't
been so obsessed with scribbling
all that rubbish!

I knew there was
an epidemic in the town.

I should have made her stay at home!

Dried lavender.

Marmee must have put it there.

You have to telegraph her. She has
to come home from Washington.

You can't manage this alone!

Father might be dying, Laurie!
Marmee can't leave him!

We have to spare her
what anxiety we can.

I'm not going!
I tell you, I'm not going!

I already told Meg and I told Jo!

They still think the change of air
will stop you getting scarlet fever.

I'd rather get scarlet fever than go
to stay at Aunt March's house!

Scarlet fever isn't a joke, Amy.

Neither is spending weeks on end

in a dull house with a cross old
woman, a poodle and a parrot!

How about I come and visit you
at Aunt March's every day,

and take you out for a drive?

In the carriage or the phaeton?

The carriage and the phaeton
on alternate afternoons,

if you'll only go tell Meg
and Jo you've changed your mind.

Very well.

As long as everyone remembers
I'm making a great sacrifice.

I brought the hot water bottle.

Oh, I thought I'd be warmer by now.

It's a long time
since I came in out of the rain.

Scarlet fever?

Huh, it's inevitable,

if you're all encouraged to go
poking about among poor folks.

Are you expected to succumb?

They sent me here in the hope
that I wouldn't.

SHE SNIFFS

Don't sniff.
I can't abide it when people sniff.

Do they pet you at home,
and make much of you?

Are you lavished with affection
and kind words?

Yes.

The female animal should not be
indulged, for hers is a thorny path.

She must learn to tread it
in a spirit of self-governance.

Yes, Aunt March.

Your countenance is not unpleasant,
and I dare to hope you may

prove less intractable
and more rewarding than your sister.

May I put the parrot down now,
Aunt March?

Well, if you so desire,

but if he suspects
that you not admire him,

he will devise a method of revenge.

PARROT SQUAWKS

Can I see her?

She wouldn't know you, sir.

And the doctor bade us
keep her quiet,

with the curtains drawn,
lest the fever settle on her eyes.

And blind her?

Mr March has suffered
a relapse of his encephalitis.

So it's not pneumonia, then?

No. It never was.
He has a fever of the brain.

I'm not partial to falsehoods,
but I dare say there are times

when they're more
honourable than the truth.

Green birds.

No. There are no green birds.

It's just the pattern of the ivy
on the wallpaper.

You're safe here in bed.

They're moving!

They're not moving. I promise you.

You have to come back, Beth.

Too many people miss you.

I miss you.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

SHE GASPS

Estelle lets me come in here
when Aunt March is napping.

Here's the string of pearls
Aunt March's father gave her

when she turned 18.

Estelle says the first one of us
to be engaged will get it.

And look, it's the silver bracelet
the only baby she ever had wore.

Until it died.

Look!

Her wedding ring.

Hm. She's too fat to wear it now.

Oh!

I am a venerable butterfingers!

Thank you.

Laurie,
I want you to witness my will.

"I, Amy Curtis March, do give and
bequeath all my earthly things viz

"and to wit. Namely...to Jo, my most
precious plaster rabbit, because I'm

"sorry I burnt her book.

"To Theodore Laurence, who has been
my friend

"in my hour of darkest affliction,
my papier mache model of a horse

"with apologies for shouting at him
when he said it hadn't any neck..."

It hadn't any neck. You were right.

"And to Beth, if she was
after me..."

I'm not reading any more of this.

It's one apology after another,
and you aren't even sick, Amy.

You are not going to die!

I will some day!

Everybody does!

And I don't want to depart
this Earth ashamed of myself!

I could be a better person, Laurie.

I've known that for a while now.

I think that, too.

About me?

About myself.

Wait.

Laurie, can you add that
I want all my curls cut off

and given away to the people
who have loved me?

If you want to look revolting
in your coffin,

that is entirely up to you.

If I didn't see the sweetness and
the beauty of your nature before,

I see it now.

If I didn't know what a deep

and tender place you
held in my heart, I know it now.

And I know that
living for others has worth,

because it's what you were
doing all along.

And I want to say thank you.

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

RASPY BREATHING

If you can send for your mother,
then you should.

Wh-Where are you going, Jo?

To send for Marmee.

We held out and held out

and now Beth might be dead
before she can get here!

Jo, I-I telegraphed her yesterday.

But she can't leave Father!
I told you that!

Why do you never listen
to anything I say, Laurie?

Because I want what's best for you!

She's already on the train.

I keep looking at the clock.

I don't know how the hands
can move so slowly.

The minute it chimes midnight,

I'm leaving to fetch your mother
from the station.

I have to go back up.

It's Meg's turn to have a rest.

Will you take some of the claret
up for Beth?

Grandfather sent it for her.
He thought it would be fortifying.

Beth can't swallow anything, Laurie!

Does nobody understand that?

She doesn't even look like my Beth
any more!

It's like she's already gone, and
she's taken half my soul with her,

and I can't find God in any of this.

We have no mother and no father
to help us to endure it.

Can you imagine how that feels?

Yes.

I can.

Forgive me, Teddy.

I'll help you to endure it.

Marmee used to do that.

She'll be doing it again
by daybreak.

Thanks to you.

I was afraid you might
let fly at me.

Not this time.

I quite like it when you let fly.

And you're always sorry afterwards.

Did I say sorry for letting fly
that day

we drove Meg to the Moffats'?

No.

Well, I was. And I am.

I just get mad,

and wild, at the thought of somebody
coming to carry my sister off.

Somebody will come
and carry you off, one day.

I don't want them to.

Teddy?

Please.

Please just be
my comfortable friend.

That's better.

This won't survive another night
in that cold wind.

I thought that if I put it here,

it will be the first thing she sees
when she opens her eyes.

And the second thing she'll see
will be our mother's face.

If God spares her,
I will never complain again.

If God spares her,
I will love Him all my days.

But if this is what life is - if
it's going to be as hard as this -

I don't know how we'll ever
get through it.

Beth?

Oh, her hands are colder.

NEIGHING

It's Marmee. She's home!

Marmee! Marmee!

The fever's turned -
she's breathing natural!

Praise be given!

Beth. Oh, Beth, my darling girl!

Did Father come with you?

No. But he's getting better.
So much better.

I need to sleep now, Marmee.

Thank you.

LAUGHING

# May God bless you

# Good Queen Bess

# May no woes you betide

# But love and peace and happiness

# Be yours this Christmas tide!

# Our dearest love these makers laid

# Within this maid of snow!

# Accept it, and this glad grenade

# From Meg, Laurie, Amy and Jo... #

DOOR OPENS, MEOWING

We really can't leave these kittens
outside any longer.

I thought I'd smuggle them
in while Hannah's out at church.

I shall deny all knowledge of them
being brought indoors.

Besides, I'm in Hannah's
good books for sitting in

and watching the pudding
while it steams.

Do you want to tell me anything?

Yes.

But it's about Meg, not me.

She told me all about her visit
to the Moffats.

She came to me a day or so ago.

I had hoped you would come to me,
in your own chosen time.

Marmee...

In the summer, Mr Brooke
stole Meg's glove...

..and he keeps it in his pocket!

Laurie saw.

In his pocket, Marmee! Isn't that
a dreadful state of things?

Do you think Meg cares for John?

John?!

While we were in Washington,
your father

and I started to call
Mr Brooke by his Christian name.

As he has no family,
I think he likes it.

And we like him.

He spoke to us
very sincerely about Meg.

But he stole her glove!

And never said a word about it
to her face!

Why are you so angry, Jo?

Because they'll go
lovering all over the house,

and we'll have to dodge them!

Because he'll scratch up some
sort of fortune, and drag her away,

and tear a great hole in the family,

and it will be the end of
the way things are!

But why do you object so much?

It's natural, and right,

that you should all go
to homes of your own, in time.

I'd marry Meg myself, if I could.
Oh!

If it would keep her safe and close.

I think that would be
a very odd arrangement.

Your father and I have told Meg
all about John's interest,

and that we insist on a three-year
courtship before marriage.

Three years, Marmee?
That's no time at all!

Well, I would like to keep all
of my girls for as long as I can,

but I also want real love,
for all of you, from good men!

The former takes time to flourish,

and the latter are not
lightly found.

Meg doesn't love John yet.
But she will.

And everyone will have to bear it.

# Tis the season to be jolly

# Fa la la la la

# La la la la

# Don we now our gay apparel

# Fa la la la la la la la la... #

Jo?

Jo?

Why are you bringing me downstairs?

I don't come downstairs
until much later usually!

Today isn't a usual sort of day,
Beth!

SHE CHUCKLES

I bought you a bag of oranges.

Is that the wrong thing?

I thought it would be better
than nuts, in the circumstances.

What circumstances?

Weren't you at the dentist?

No.

I just had a story
accepted by a publisher.

The Ashes Of The Peacock!

Is that the one where the Duke
goes mad after

he wins a haunted mirror
in a card game?

No, it's the one with
the chase in the catacombs of Paris.

There's a duel,
two people drink hemlock.

Oh, Jo...!

Oh, no, Laurie! Don't you dare try
any of that kissing lark again!

We haven't been drinking any claret,
so there's really no excuse.

I shall content myself with a cry
of, "All hail Josephine March,

"a celebrated American authoress!"
Sh!

Oh!

This time last year,
I was a bad-tempered girl

complaining that she wasn't
getting any Christmas presents!

I was the loneliest boy on Earth.

I don't know who that girl
is any more!

I want to be her again,
because she didn't know anything.

She didn't know what would be
savaged, and almost lost.

And yet I don't want to be her,
because of all that I've gained.

It's a happy Christmas,
this year, isn't it?

Happier.

Jo, I came to find you for a reason.

You didn't tell anyone where you
were going. You're needed at home.

Mr Laurence, your piano!

Jo!

You're home?

You're home,
and you're truly well again?

I am as whole as ever I shall be.

Hm!

Hm-mm-mm-mm.

FOOTSTEPS

KNOCKING

Yes?

Dearest.
There's someone here to see you.

Ah.

I thank you, John,
for the loyalty you've shown us,

and the service you are about
to give to our country.

It is my honour
and my privilege, sir.

Sit?

Dearest, he's here to see Meg.

Ah!

I polished your silver toilette set,
and put it back in your bedroom.

Hm. Then get your tippet.

I wish to address your parents
about your future,

and that of your sister Josephine.

Great, ungainly windmill of a girl.

I need a poised and punctilious
companion, and a refined one.

I am resolved that you
shall replace her.

You enlisted?

I said I would.
And I'm a man of my word.

Jo, would you grant me
a private interview with Meg?

I'll tell him to go away
if you don't care to talk to him.

Don't.

Because I do.

Your hands are trembling.

Please don't tell me
you're afraid of me.

How could I be afraid of you, when
you've been so kind to my father?

I still don't like to make
you tremble.

I won't take your hand again
if you don't wish it.

I shall only ask you this -

do you, or could you, care for me,
even a little?

I...

..don't know.

I shall wait, and I shall fight,

and if I am spared,
I shall come home and work.

And even if you can't promise me

your love as a reward at the end
of my endeavours,

I shall not falter, but only pray
that my efforts are not in vain,

and that you'll choose to love me
as much as I love you.

And what if I don't choose?

I will have to try to bear it.

Ah! I've come to see my nephew.

As the door to the street was ajar,
and neither hide nor hair

of a maid in evidence, I thought I
would show myself into the parlour.

Would you remove this fancywork?
Thank you.

Then explain the presence
of this military gentleman,

and the reason
why your cheeks are peony pink.

I dare say the two
circumstances are connected.

This is Mr Brooke, Aunt March,
my father's friend.

Rook? Hm.

Not a name I've ever
heard in connection with the better

families of Massachusetts.

His name is Brooke, Aunt March.

And until he enlisted, he was tutor
to Mr Laurence's grandson.

Oh! Of course. The tutor.

A head full of notions,
and coffers full of air.

If you harbour thoughts of mischief
towards my great-niece,

I insist that you divulge them.

There is no mischief in me, ma'am.

But I have just made
a proposal of marriage.

And did you accept him, Margaret?

No. She did not.

Good.

Because if you do, you will
never see one penny of my money!

I will marry whom I please,
Aunt March!

And you can leave your money
to anyone you like!

Hm.

There is a defect of character
one encounters in the young,

when they are engulfed
by intimations of romance.

I call it the spice of perversity,
and it leads to hot heads

and bitter reflection!

And if you don't believe me,
pray consult your parents!

They had no more worldly wisdom
than a pair of babies, either.

And I am very glad of it!

For they made as beautiful
a match as I have ever seen,

and they care for nothing
but my happiness!

I wish they cared to teach you
your duty!

Which is to respect your elders,
marry well,

and provide for your family!

I will marry well,
because John loves me.

And I love him.

Well, if that is your conviction,

I wash my hands
of the entire affair.

Expect nothing from me when you
marry, or when I am laid in Earth,

for I say this, and say it plainly -
I am done with you.

You just told her you love me!

I... I didn't know I did,
until she abused you,

but I know it now.

# I'm wearing away, John

# Like snow-wreaths in thaw, John

# I'm wearing away
To the land of the Leal

# There's no sorrow there, John

# There's neither cold nor care,
John

# The day is aye fair
In the land of the Leal

# Now fare ye well, my own John

# This world's cares are vain,
John. #

Study hard.

SONG CONTINUES

COUGHING

GUNFIRE AND BOMBS

Wounded man!

Father.

May I speak with you?

Is it about Meg's wedding?

No, Father, it is not.

In which case you may speak with me
to your heart's content.

I have spent the last
several weeks stretched

to my utmost on topics as
far-reaching and as strange to me

as veils versus bonnets,
cake versus pie, and the minimum

number of scuttles and dusters
required when setting up home.

To converse on any other subject
can only be a joy to me.

Well... An offer in writing

to publish your novel is not
an inconsiderable thing, Jo.

That's why I'm showing it to you.

And I have to say, 300 is not
an inconsiderable thing, either.

You must not let the size of the sum
they offer sway you.

They say here they want
"significant amendments".

Money isn't everything.

No, but we need
more of it in this house!

I'm blessed to have found
a position as minister.

If my parish is a small one, and the
living lean, I'm no less grateful.

Father, I only earn five
or six dollars apiece

for my Spread Eagle stories,
but it paid for the rug

to be mended, and for you to have
new galoshes last winter!

It pays for beef, so that Beth can
have broth to try to build her up.

She has never been well
since she had the scarlet fever.

And the care you take of her
does you every credit,

but you must also nurture yourself,

and that means
to nurture your writing.

It's more sacred than you allow
yourself to think.

It isn't sacred! It's essential
to me, but it isn't sacred.

There are too many things
I have to achieve by it, Father!

Don't spoil your book
for the sake of 300, Jo!

You have more talent than you know,
and you should let your work ripen.

Like you do?

I've been working on my book
for 20 years,

and, yes, it's
starting to bear fruit.

That is a wonderful accomplishment,
Father!

And a luxury
I am not convinced I have!

She won't wait!
I'm telling you now, she won't wait.

And she will profit more from the
trial than by feeling

she's been thwarted.

Do you think it will be a trial?

Well, we can't save Jo from
criticism, if it comes her way!

She has to send her book
into the world, just as we have

to send our children.

Well, Meg isn't going far.

That little house isn't ten minutes'
walk away.

Even if they don't have
a cellar for the coal,

or room for a dining table.

I'm not sure about this bonnet now.

And I can't rest for thinking
that the cats will get the ham.

Are all the weddings going
to be as bad as this?

Sh. Come on. Come on.

I found more hairpins!

I want to be sure
the veil's fixed on!

Just a minute!

I want to kiss you all so much.

But I'm afraid that kisses
would turn into me

throwing my arms around you,

and all this perfection
will be utterly undone!

Here are the hairpins,
in case you need them.

See you all downstairs.

GIGGLING

Get off there! Get off now.

Get off, you!

May the Lord look
with favour upon you

and so fill you with grace that
you may live together in this life

and in the world to come
have life everlasting.

Amen.

Amen.

You may kiss the bride.

Oh, I'm sorry, John!
The first kiss is for Marmee!

KNOCKING

I always said that my pearls
would go to the

first of my great-nieces
to become engaged.

And if I must present them
to a bride, and not to a fiancee

with a new ring sparkling on
her hand, that is no-one's doing

but my own, and though I do not
care to, I entreat your pardon.

Thank you, Aunt March.

Thank you.

MUSIC PLAYS

Here. Sit.

I thought you'd be
treading on my feet more.

I'm counting like crazy.
You just can't see my lips move.

Beth's fading, Laurie.

She'll be all right.

Everything will be all right.

Beth will dance at your wedding,
too.

My wedding? Oh, no, Laurie!

There should always be at least
one old maid in a family

and I've made up my mind
that it's going to be me!

Jo! I miss you all the time
when I'm away at college.

No, you don't!

You fall in love with
a different girl every fortnight!

Can we change the subject, please?

We can, but it won't go away!

Time won't stand still, Jo.

I wish it would.

And I don't want any more
talk of love.

I need to not live out
my entire life

in the tiny town where I was born.

You never let people see your soft
side, but everyone who cares

knows it's there.

You know so much more than I do.

That only makes me learned.
It does not make me wise.

Can we go back to being happy,

like we were before?

Not quite.

We were children before
and we aren't any longer.

You're going to have to go
on a journey.

And you mustn't be afraid.

You were always braver
than you knew.