Pollyanna - (1960) English Subtitle - Pollyanna - Phụ đề Tiếng Anh

- Now, boy, I've told you time and again. - Now, listen to me. There's no horsing around when the train's coming. - Do you hear me? Now, go on, get away. -  Looks like she's on time. - Yes, she is. - Harrington! - Let me help you with that, little girl. -Thank you. -Watch your step. - Watch your step. There you are, little girl. - So I have to go to the store. You go get the luggage. Be careful of the fresh eggs. -  They're wrapped in paper. - Yes, dear. - Ben? -  Yes, dear? - I want you to write a letter to the president of this railroad. - There were men smoking in the parlour car. Disgraceful! -  I've taken his number. - Yes, dear. -  Miss Pollyanna? - Yes? Aunt Polly? - No, I'm Nancy. I work for your aunt and I came here to fetch you. - Oh. How do you do? -  This is Mr Thomas, the gardener. - How do you do? - Hello, young lady. - Oh, no, no, no. Thomas will take that for you. - Oh. Put it in the back seat. Oh, good afternoon, Mrs Tarbell. -  Is that Jenny Harrington's child? - Yes, it is. - Doesn't look a thing like any of the Harringtons. What's your name, girl? -  Speak up. - Pollyanna Whittier, ma'am. - Well, you're a very fortunate little girl. - Most children who have lost their parents would end up in an orphanage. -  You know that, don't you? - Yes, ma'am. - Well, thank your lucky stars for such a good woman as your aunt taking you in. -  Yes, ma'am. - Yes. - Well, see that you're properly appreciative and don't cause any trouble. -  Children really never realize--  Ed? -  Uncle Karl! - Much too long. -  It's good to see you. - Oh, same here. How's everything at the house? - Wait till Polly Harrington hears about this! - Right up here in the back seat, honey. There you are. - Nancy, what are you staring at? - Oh, nothing! Nothing at all, sir. -  Think she'll want the car? - I don't know if she wants the car or not. - You'll have to ask her yourself. - Your aunt's waiting for you, miss. - Hurry up. I haven't got all day! - Oh, Mr Thomas. Please put that here. - All right, Nancy. All right. - You wait here, miss, and don't touch anything. -  Do you understand? - Yes, ma'am. - Well, we had, uh, Matthew. -  Mark last week. - Isaiah has some very good passages. -  Isaiah? - Yes, that's more what I had in mind. -  Yes, Isaiah has some very good passages. - What is it, Nancy? - Oh, excuse me, ma'am. The little girl is here. - All right, show her in. - What you've been waiting for. - About the sermon, Reverend. - Yes. - Now, the transiency of life... - that-that fleeting, ephemeral vapour... - it appeareth and it vanisheth-- James, the New Testament. - The perishability of our mortal bodies. - You want me to-- to weave a theme of this into my sermon? -  Well, let me tell you what my father said to Reverend Moffet. - Yes. What did he say? - He said that you only have the congregation for one short hour a week. - And there are six long days of mischief for them before you get them again. - Aha! I see your point. - Strike hard on Sunday the excessiveness of God's wrath and hope they carry it with them a few days into the week. -  Exactly what I mean. - Oh, yes, yes. - Well, come in, young lady. - Let's meet each other properly. -  I'm your Aunt Polly. - How do you do? - This is the pastor of our church, Reverend Ford. - How do you do? Well, there's a family resemblance. - She looks very much like her mother. - Mother always used to say I look like you! - Would you be good enough to stand erect and in a proper manner, please? - And where in the world did you get that dress? - It came in the missionary barrels. -  Missionary barrels? - Yes. Her father was a minister. - As a matter of fact, he was a missionary in the British West Indies. - Pollyanna, this is going to be your new home... - and I hope you'll be very happy with me. - I'm very sorry about the dress, Aunt Polly. - My father said it was a size too big... - but that I should be glad it wasn't a pair of boys' trousers. - Well, that's hardly anything to be glad about. - Well, my father always used to say that people-- - Yes, well, never mind what your father used to say. - Supper is at six sharp, and no one is ever late for meals at this house. -  Yes, ma'am. - Nancy will show you your room. - I'm very glad you sent for me, Aunt Polly. - Your home is very lovely. - Well, thank you. - It must make you awfully glad. -  Glad? - That you're so very rich! - Honestly! -  Did I say something wrong? - Well, let's just say... - there are about sixty-eleven things you could have said besides that. - I run a clean kitchen. No shenanigans in here. - And you clean up after yourself, you hear me? - Yes, ma'am. -  You sure it was Doc Chilton? - Mrs Tarbell saw him first! - Coming back after all these years! D-Does she know yet? -  Old blabbermouth Tarbell will see to that. - Yeah. - Now, mind what you're doing and don't spill your milk. Now, come along. -  You hurry up and change your clothes and get back here. I need your help. - All right, all right. -  And if you see Angelica, tell her to come down here too. - Okay. -  Leaving me all alone here. - I'm very pleased to have met you, Mrs Lagerlof. -  Mmm. - Now come along. - Hello. -  What's his name, please? - His name happens to be Elizabeth. - Oh! You're a girl! -  You're lovely. - Now, leave her alone and come along. - How-- How do I address you, please? - Well, just call me Nancy, same as everybody else. - Oh. And this is Angelica. She's the upstairs maid. -  How do you do? - Psst! Psst! - At the back porch. You know who. - Now? Oh, for heaven's sake. - Oh, Angie, would you show her to her room, please? -  Well, I still have two rooms left to do. - I'll help you with the bedrooms in the morning. -  All right, just this once. - Come on. Come on. - Will you get out of here? Come on. Hurry up. I've got work to do. Now, come on and get up here. - I turn my back for one moment, and what do you do? You disappear. -  And don't spill that milk. - Yes, ma'am. -  I just got through cleaning up this hall. - Yes, ma'am. -  What are you doing now? - Who lives in all these? - There's no one lives in them. They're just there. -  What for? - That's what being wealthy is. - You sure are a question-asker, aren't you? - Now, hurry up. - Come on, come on. Don't dawdle. -  Well, what's the matter? - Nothing. - Oh! Stuffy! - Not much of a room, is it? - But it's my own anyway. I'm glad of that. - Ooh, and the bed's soft. - And it's got a lovely window. - Who's that man down there with Nancy? - None of your business. - Just make sure you're dressed in time for dinner. - You'd think she'd do better than this for her own niece. - Almighty God, we thank thee for thy bounty. - Grant unto us the grace ever to live in dread of thee. - And bless this food unto our nourishment that it may strengthen us... - to do thy will in all things. - Amen. - Oh, I'm sorry. - Nancy, would you bring another glass of milk, please? - Yes, ma'am. - My-My clumsy old hand. - Well, now, there's no harm done. -  Did you find your room satisfactory? - Oh, yes. It's very nice. Thank you. - You hadn't mentioned it, so I just wondered. - I've never had a whole room to myself before. - I must be higher up in the house than anyone, aren't I? - Well, I'm not used to children's noises around the house... - and that's the reason I chose that one. - Oh, I'm-- I love it. I really do. - Really! - Aunt Polly? - Do you ever have steak and ice cream? - Are you complaining about the food? - Oh, no! It's delicious! - I just wondered. - I love steak. - Father always used to say that if we ever had the money you have... - we'd have steak and ice cream three times every day! - Pollyanna, I think we ought to get one thing straight right now. - I don't want you constantly quoting what your father used to say. - Do you understand? - Nancy, I thought I made myself clear about gentlemen callers. -  Ma'am? - Now, don't pretend you don't understand me. - I saw you and George Dodds out in the summer house. -  George has been every inch a gentleman with me, and it's not--  We won't discuss it. - If you want to remain on my staff, I don't want you to see him any more. -  Do you understand? - Yes, ma'am. - This is no concern of yours. - You can finish your supper, Pollyanna. - In the fall, I'll introduce you to Mr Bainbridge. - He's the principal of our school, and he'll decide what grade you're to be in. - Pollyanna, I think we should talk about you and your position in this community. - Do you know why it's called Harrington Town? - My mother said it was named after my grandfather. - That's right. - And everyone in this town looks to us to set a good example... - in the way we conduct ourselves, in our duties and manners... - in what we think and even what we say. - So we must be good examples for everyone in everything we do. -  Is that clear? - Yes, Aunt Polly. - Just remember our family position and conduct yourself properly and modestly. - Oh. You mean what I said before? - I understand that now. I'll never say that again. -  You understand what? - About the money. - I'm not supposed to be glad we're so very rich, huh? - Well, uh, I think it's time for you to get ready for bed, young lady. -  May I kiss you good night? Please? - What? - Kiss you? - I love you, Aunt Polly. - Uh, just a moment, please. Come back here. - Turn around once. - That dress is disgraceful. - Tomorrow we'll go into town and get you some decent clothes. -  Store-bought? - But of course. - Where else would we get them? - Out of an actual store? New clothes? - Well, you're a Harrington now, and I want you to look like one. - Yoo-hoo! - Pollyanna? - Walk up the stairs like a lady, please. - Store-bought clothes! - What do you think of that, Elizabeth? - I wonder if she meant new petticoats too. - And new garters and stockings and underpants. - Don't tell anyone... - but it's wonderful to be so rich, isn't it? - Nancy, something's come up. I'm going with Mrs Tarbell. -  Would you please take Pollyanna home? - Yes, madame. - Oh, I'll take that box, Pollyanna. - Now, get into the car, miss. - Oh, Pollyanna. Will you please get into the car? We've simply got to get home! - Oh! - George, stop it! - Oh, Pollyanna, you don't know my cousin Fred, do you? -  Your cousin Fred? - This is Pollyanna Whittier. - Miss Harrington's niece. The one who's come to live with her. - Oh. Oh, that one. - Hello, Pollyanna. How are you, honey? -  Fine, thank you. - Good. - Well, uh, how about this? Running into you after all these-- -  What's it been, six years? Say, how's your ma and pa? - Well, they're just fine. - You know, Pollyanna, I don't take too much to relatives. - But this girl here, she was always just like a sister to me. -  I tell ya, I love this cousin. - Will you cut it out? - Uh-huh. Well, look, uh, what are you girls doin'? - How'd you like to go down the street and get a great big dish of ice cream? -  Huh? - Oh! - Oh, no, that's a rotten idea. She probably hates ice cream, doesn't she? -  Oh, probably. - Who, me? -  Oh, no. I love it! - Really? - You do? Well, now, isn't that astounding? - How'd you ever develop a taste for that awful stuff? - Oh, no, really! I really do love it. I-- - Well, I know a wonderful place. Come on, girls. - Follow old cousin Fred to the land of strawberry frappe. - Unless you'd rather go down the street and have a beer. - You're funny. - Hey, you two, get down off that truck right now. - How many times did I tell you to keep away from the fire engine? - Hey, get on, there! Go on! I'm not gonna tell you again. Now, get off that ladder. - You-You see? Right up there under the eaves? - Just beyond the window is where--  How'd it happen? - Oh, the pipes busted, Mayor. Both them boilers went up at the same time. -  And before we knew it, we was up to our necks in water. - Mr Geary! -  Uh, comin'. Excuse me. - Well, the children are safe, thank goodness. - I warned you about this and told you we should do something. -  Now, perhaps, you'll listen. - I've asked everyone... - to meet at my house, and we'll discuss this calmly. - A fine orphanage this is! Water pipes busting all over the place. - Oh, Dr Chilton? Doctor, could you have a look at Mr Geary's arm? -  Oh, just scalded it a bit. - Of course. -  Is there a dispensary here? - Yes, Doctor. This way. - I wonder what's going on. - Listen, miss, before we go in... - it might be just as well not to mention... - about the ice cream to your aunt. - My father told me never to tell a lie. - Pollyanna... - I didn't mean to tell a lie. - But there's no reason to bring up the subject if it isn't mentioned. -  I mean, about cousin Fred and all. - I like your cousin Fred very much. - Oh, he's all right, I guess. - He's very handsome, and he has a nice smile. - But there's something sort of... - I don't know, funny about him. - What do you mean, funny? - I know what it is. It's his name. -  He doesn't look at all like a Fred. - What? - He looks more like a George to me. - Pollyanna! Wait a minute. -  Pollyanna, I told you to come directly home. - Yes, I know, but-- - And know that when I tell you to do something, you must do it. - There are rules-- Nancy, where have you two been? It's almost  :. - Well, uh, you see, ma'am-- - Have you been carrying on with George Dodds again? -  Oh, it was my fault, Aunt Polly. - What do you mean, your fault? - Well, I-I just dawdled so. - It was the excitement of the new dress, I suppose. - Polly, before Karl Warren get's here, we must talk. - Oh, I suppose you're right. Nancy? - Nancy, get into your uniform and help with the luncheon. -  Yes, ma'am. - And this is no place for you, young lady. -  We have lots to do, so run along. - Yes, Aunt Polly. - I'm sorry to start your vacation off like this, Ed, but this won't take long. - Don't worry about me, Uncle Karl. I'll just wait out here. - Fine. Fine. - Oh, Frieda, Bessie, they're waiting for you in the conservatory. - Right in there, ladies. - Why, Edmond. This is a surprise. -  Well, if it isn't young Dr Chilton. - Mrs Tarbell. -  I'll see if everyone's ready for you, Polly. - Thank you. - It's nice to see you again. Are you just visiting? - Well, I thought it was time for vacation, the first one in five years. - I'm just waiting here for Karl. I won't be in the way here, I hope. - No, no, of course not. - Seems strange, being back here again like this. - Polly, they're all ready for you. - I'll be right there. -  Why don't you come in and join us? - No, I'd rather not butt in. - I'll wait here. -  Well, they're waiting for me. - Go ahead. - I'll be fine here. -  Hi, Nancy! - Hi. You better get out of here. - Oh, I'm all right. - It should be parliamentary procedure, same as it's always been. -  Well, for once, let's have facts. - We always observe regular procedure. - Oh, bunkum! We're here because of an emergency. -  Everybody will be talking at the same time. - Exactly! -  Hello. - Hello. -  Is this the town meeting? - Oh, no. It's in there. - In the conservatory, for heaven's sake. -Oh. - Are you a member of the ladies aid group? - Oh, no. I'm just a child. - I'm not even supposed to be here. -  What's your name? - Pollyanna Whittier. - That's my aunt over there, the pretty one. - This is her house, and I live with her. - Wait just a moment, everybody. We'll compromise. -  We'll go to the immediate problems first. - Good. - Amelia, wouldn't you like to hear what Karl has to say? - All I'm saying is that it's time we took some pride in that orphanage... - and put up a decent, presentable building that we could all be proud of. - That's all I'm saying, and I've been saying it... - for three and a half long years! - Polly, he is completely out of line on the whole thing. - If we'd all be a little more quiet, cooperative, orderly. - If we'd all stop shouting and cooperate-- - There is nothing wrong with that building! All it needs is new plumbing. - Today the plumbing, tomorrow the roof and the Lord knows what-- - Excuse me, Reverend. Who knows what's gonna happen next? - You were very happy when my father donated the building for the town. - Oh, for Pete's sake, Polly Harrington, listen to reason. - It's a dilapidated old relic! - The dining hall, the dispensary. - Even my nephew, Dr Chilton there, he noticed that. - Ed, tell them what you said. - Well, I don't think I should say anything. - No, no. Now, come on. Tell them what you said. I want them to hear it. - Well, I got a look at the dispensary when I fixed Mr Geary's arm. - And I mentioned it seemed a little inadequate for  children there. - There you are. Now you've heard it. - We all thank you for your interest, Edmond, but it's an equipment problem. - We're talking about Harrington House, which is a landmark in this town... - and I intend to see that it stays that way. - We'll spend more trying to repair that old building... - than it would cost to put up a new one. -It won't cost this town one cent! - My father donated the building to the town... - and I will stand the cost of the pipes or the plumbing... - or whatever it is that's necessary. - It's my duty, and I will not shirk it. - And I suppose there's not one of you out there that has the gumption... - to stand up and say what you think, is there? - What about you, Reverend? You're a man of influence in this community. -  What do you think? - No! No, no, I-I, uh-- - I-I never take sides in these matters. - That's comfortable. Ben? - Speak up. Come on. - Oh, Karl! - Charlie, what do you say? - Well, say something! Anybody! - We do have other business to discuss. -  That is, if you've finished, Karl. - Oh, yes, I've finished! - There's your whole town council and your whole civic conscience! - And you certainly don't need me as mayor around here as long as... - you've got Polly Harrington running everything. - Karl never changes, does he? - Uh, ladies and gentlemen, we're having a little light lunch. - Suppose we stop for a while and have a bite. - If you ask me, Reverend Ford should have taken sides with Mayor Warren. - He had the chance, and what'd he do? He says he never takes sides in these matters. - Oh, stop stickin' your nose into their business and get these sherbet glasses out there. -  We're out of spoons. - Well, wash some up. Don't stand there bellyaching to me about it. - You're in a fine mood, aren't you? - Pollyanna, I thought you could use this for your room. - Oh, thank you, Nancy! Oh, it's gorgeous! - Oh, well, thanks for not spilling the beans about you-know-who. -  About cousin Fred, you mean? - Mm-hmm. Isn't he handsome? -  I knew it all the time! - You did? How did you know? - Well, sure, it was easy! I saw you holding hands under the table. - If you ladies got nothing better to do... - than sit there gossipin' and snickerin'-- -  Well, we're just talking, Tilly. - Well, talk on your own time. -  This sherbet's turning to mush. - All right, all right. -  Nancy? - Hmm? - You know that man? -  What man? - The one at the train station. - The one that was just here. - Well, what was he to Aunt Polly? - Well, you might say they used to be friends sort of. -  You think he's gonna marry Aunt Polly? - Who's gonna marry her? -  She means Dr Chilton. - Huh! - Fat chance! Who'd want to marry old pickle-faced Harrington? - Nancy, are you and George gonna get married? -  Oh, we hope to someday. - Oh, I am glad. - I think everyone should be married. - And maybe when you do marry George... - Aunt Polly will see how happy you are and she'll be very glad to get married herself then. - Glad this, glad that! Do you have to be glad about everything? -  What's the matter with you anyway? - Oh, lay off her, Angie. -  She's not hurting you. - Oh, the way she goes on. - Now, that's enough! You heard what she said. - Stop pickin' on the girl. Now, take that sherbet out and serve it the way you should. - Go on! - Well, let's see what your aunt has on the menu for tomorrow. - Roast chicken. Chicken every Sunday. - Your aunt has no imagination. - Oh, I love roast chicken! I'm glad tomorrow's Sunday. - Yeah. Wait till tomorrow. You won't be so glad. - Did you ever hear of sour stomach? Well, Sundays around here... - give folks sour stomach for the whole rest of the week. -  How come? - Wait till tomorrow. - You'll find out soon enough. -  Praise him all creatures -  Here below -  Praise him above ye heavenly host -  Praise Father, Son -  And Holy Ghost -  Amen - Death comes unexpectedly! - And the god, Jehovah, will execute his vengeance on ye... - who despise his dying love and trample his benefits underfoot. - The unconverted soul, the foolish children of man... - do miserably delude themselves in the false confidence... - of their own strength and wisdom. - They trust to nothing but a shadow. But bear testament. - Death comes unexpectedly! - Now, you say, "Ah, no. I-I had not intended it to come now. - I had laid out matters otherwise. I thought my scheme good. - I intended to take effectual care, but death came unexpectedly... - like a thief, outwitting me, too quick for me. - Oh, cursed foolishness, that I had flattered and pleased myself... - with vain dreams of repentance. - But sudden destruction caught me up." - And now he will deal with you. - Now, the great king of heaven and earth... - will abolish and annihilate this pride! - Will crush the hardened wretch of the polluted, infinite abomination... - and rain on him... - a deluge of fire and brimstone! - And where's their strength then? - Where are the great leviathans who defy God then? - Where's their courage, these-these-- these-these proud spirits? - Yes... - death comes unexpectedly. - And the dread judge has the key of hell. - He shuts, and no man opens. - In hell... - you will be reserved in chains of darkness forever and ever. - This place of atonement, of damned souls and misery... - with nothing to relieve you, no comfort... - no water for your parched tongues... - no place to rest or take a breath... - but the everlasting, infinite convulsions of misery... - forever... - and ever and ever! - Now, Isaiah has warned us... - on the day of vengeance, the earth shall be laid to waste. - And the cormorant and the bittern shall possess the land. - The raven and screech owl shall dwell in it. -  Don't stare at the orphans, Pollyanna. - And who is man... - to think he can withstand God's mighty wrath? - Great mountains cannot stand before this wrath. - Yea, he can lay the earth to pieces in one moment... - or shatter the whole universe with one stroke of his fiery sword. - How dreadful is the state of those who are in daily danger... - of this great wrath... - this abyss of death and despair. - Yet, this is the dismal case... - of every soul in this congregation who has not been born again... - however moral or strict, sober and religious you may otherwise be. - There is no security for the wicked... - because there are no visible signs of death at hand! - Unconverted men... - walk over the pit of hell on a rotten covering. - And there are innumerable places on this covering so weak... - they will not bear their weight. - And these places cannot be seen. The arrows of death fly... - unseen as noonday. - God has many different unsearchable ways of taking the wicked from this world. - Who here, in this congregation, listening to this discourse... - will soon be visited by this covenant of darkness? - There you are, sitting there... - calm in your knowledge of health, secure in your well-being. - Yet who could suffer the agonies of the damned of tomorrow? - Yes, even today or maybe the next hour... - the next minute. - And if we were to know which of you it was... - what an awful sight it would be. - A soul doomed... - to the everlasting bottomless pit of a divine wrath! - Yes... - death comes unexpectedly! - Amen. - Exactly! - I thought the reference to Jeremiah at the finish was very effective. -  Didn't you, Mrs Ford? - Yes. - I, uh, sometimes wonder whether it's necessary... - to talk so furiously at them though. - Dear, Isaiah, Jeremiah and Ezekiel... - were all recorded with flaming pens and fire. - I-I can't deliver the message with syrup. - Of course not. Your voice is God's instrument. -  It should be used accordingly. - Well, we try our best. - What'd I tell ya? - He sure sermonizes something fierce, doesn't he? - Brimstone and damnation on top of ham and eggs! -  The one day a week we have off. - I hate Sundays. -  Ooh, I just hate them. - Breakfast still a hot ball in our stomachs... - and him chewing our ears off from that pulpit! - We're gonna have roast chicken though. I'm glad of that. - Are you gonna start that all over again? Glad this, glad that! - What is all this "glad" business you talk about? - Oh, just a game I play. - What kind of a game? - A game my father taught me. -  It helps sometimes. - Helps what? - When things aren't going so well. -  That reverend! - Away from the peas. Go away. - Folks just hate the coming of Sunday because of him. - Do you know why I hate Sunday? - Because it means the starting of another week. - That's true. -That's when you can play the glad game. - Here it comes. - Miss Goody Two-Shoes is gonna find something about Sunday to be glad about! -  Oh, lay off her, Angie. - Oh, stop it! - If you knew how to play the game, then you could find something to be glad about too. - But you don't! - All right, Miss Smartie-Pants, what's so good about Sunday? -  Well, there's always something. - Huh! - You could be glad because-- - Well, because what? - Because it will be six whole days before Sunday comes around again, huh? - That kid. - Hi. - Why don't you come out of the front door like normal people? - They won't let us. I can come out anytime I want with my tree. - You can also fall and hurt yourself badly. You shouldn't play in trees. - That's stupid. Don't you believe in God? - Of course I do! But what's that got to do with it? - He grew it there, didn't he, so I could climb out anytime I want. - You're much too young to go around discussing things you don't know anything about. - He did too! Why else would it be there? - Shows you're very juvenile. - You aren't so much, you girl! - Besides, I'm somethin' you can't be. - I'm an orphan. - Go away from me, please, little boy. - "Go away from me, please, little boy." - What is it you want? - I wanna go fishin'. You wanna come along? - Aren't you supposed to use a hook? - I don't have a hook. - Oh. - Hello. -  Well, look who's here. How are you? - Fine, thank you. -  Caught anything? - Not yet. - What was it you and my Aunt Polly fought about? - Now, where did you hear about that? - Oh, just around. But they won't discuss it when I'm there. - Um, would you mind telling me what it was? - Well, Pollyanna, it's a strange thing about arguments. - At the time, they seem very important. But now-- - You know, I can't even remember what it was about. - Huh. - Aunt Polly's very pretty. - Yes, I think she is, don't you? - Yes. I just said so. - I love her, but I don't love the way she fixes her hair. - Years ago, she used to wear it long and soft down to her shoulders. - It was very soft. - It must've been beautiful. - Yes, it was very beautiful. - Did you used to be in love with her? - Come on, Pollyanna. Let's go! - Reverend Ford and his wife are with Aunt Polly now. - But they'll-- they'll be leaving soon. - I suppose Aunt Polly will be alone by herself most of the afternoon. - Well, I-I'd better be going now. - Good-bye. -  You wanna know something? - What? - Trees are the best things in the world. - You can hide up in 'em and people don't even know where you are. -  And they're walking right beneath you. - I never thought much about it. - Well, they are. You wanna see something? -  What? - Come on. I'll show ya. -  It says, "Keep out." - Shh! Ya gotta keep quiet. -  Ya see that place? - What about it? - That's Old Man Pendergast's place. - He's the meanest man in town! -  Well, what are we doing here? - Shh! Keep quiet. - Come on, Pollyanna. - This is his old, wet basement with rats in it. - He hates kids. If he catches ya... - he throws ya down in his basement and keeps ya for his slave. -  Then what are we doing here? - Because I wanna show ya something. - There it is. - Up there. - The best climbing tree in town! - Isn't it a beauty? - Why, of all the stupid little juvenile tricks! - Do you mean to tell me that you brought me all the way up here... - just to see a crummy old-- a crummy old tree? - Wait a minute, Pollyanna. Don't you even want to climb it? -  No. - Well, would ya give me a boost? - Aw, come on. Please? - All right. - All right. Up this way. More. Come on. Higher. - A little bit higher. Just a little bit more. - A little bit higher. Right-- - Right there. -  What are you doing here? - Look out! - I've gotcha! -  Oh, you little--  Lemme go! -  I've got you, you little devil. Come back here, you little girl! - Lemme go! - Come back here! You wicked little boy. I'm gonna get the constable this time. -  Lemme go, lemme go! - Shut up! I'll teach you. -  Lemme go! - I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget. Come here. -  Lemme go. - Come on! Get up there! - Lemme go! - I want you children to understand that I do not want you on my property. -  Keep away from me. Lemme go. - Hey! Listen to me! - You big bully, lemme go! -  I've told you  times to keep out of that tree! - Lemme go! - And I don't want you in the tree. You hear me? - You keep away from me. I wasn't hurtin' anything. - It doesn't make any difference what you were doing. I'm gonna call the constable this time... -  and see that you keep off my property. - Lemme go! - That's all there is to it, you hear me? - Stop it! Stop it, you mean old man. -  You let him go immediately! - Oh! - You came back, did you? Who are you? - My Aunt Polly will send for the police. - And they'll find us in your old rat-filled basement and you'll go to jail. - Oh. Oh, they know about me, do they? - Everything! All about the children you've kidnapped and turned into your slaves. -  Serves 'em right for trespassing on my property. - We weren't hurting anything. - We just wanna climb your old tree. - You fall out of that tree and get hurt and I get sued by your parents. - I don't got any parents. I'm an orphan. - Well, before I pitch you into the basement with the others... -  what name do you go by, boy? -Jimmy Bean. - Jimmy Bean. I like to keep a record of your names, you see,Jimmy... - so that I can tell you from the rats down there in the basement. -  You lemme go! - Hey! Come back here, doggone you! - Oh, no you don't. No, you don't. You come back here. - What am I going to do with you, huh? - I don't know, sir. - Well, it was getting too crowded with kids in that basement anyway. - All right. I'll let you go this time... - but you've got to promise never to come bothering me here again. -  You promise? - Yes, sir. - Cross your heart and hope to die? - All right. Get out. Get out! - Go on. What are you waiting for? -  You know what I think? - No. - What do you think? - I don't think there's any kids in your old basement. -  I think you're just a big bluff! - Oh, you do, do you? - Well, put that down! What are you doing touching things? - Don't touch anything. These are my things and I don't want them touched. - It just looks like a lotta old dusty junk to me. - Well, you wouldn't know anything about that anyway. - You're nothing but a child. - Imagine criticizing a beautiful antique of this kind. -  Never heard of such a thing. - How'd you do that? - What? What? What are you talking about? - That. How do you make it? - Don't you know anything? I didn't make it. The sun made it. -  That's prismatic reflected light. - Where from? - Where from? Well, uh-- - Oh, from here. -  You see these hanging crystals? - Mm-hmm. - The sun's rays hit it, and it acts like a prism. You understand? -  Sure I understand. - You do not. - You don't know what a prism is. Now, admit it. - It makes a rainbow right on your wall. Isn't it beautiful? - Yes, but when the sun sets, it'll be gone. So stop carrying on so. - Sure, but it'll be back again tomorrow when the sun comes again. -  You have to admit that. - I don't have to admit anything! - Well, I better be going back home now. - Well, goodbye, Mr Pendergast. It was very nice meeting you. - And thank you for showing me your house. - But I didn't show you my house. You came barging in here! - Goodbye. - Kids. Kids today. - Well, you always were unpredictable, Edmond. -  Hello, Polly. - Coming here like this without even calling. - Uh, won't you sit down? -  Could I get you some sherry? - Uh, no, thank you. - I ran into your niece down at Wompus Creek. - We were talking about you and I thought, why not stop by and say hello. - Why, that's very nice. I don't know why Pollyanna would be at Wompus Creek. - Oh, she was playing. - She told me you'd be alone today. - There were so many people around the other day, we hardly had a chance to talk. - Yes, well, I'm sorry that meeting got out of hand like that. - Well, tell me, who have you seen since you've been back? - No one. -  You knew that Carleen Donnelly got married, didn't you? - No. -  You remember her brother, Beckett Donnelly? - No. - Of course you do. You two used to argue all the time. - Well, I'm sorry, I don't. - Well, it really wasn't that important. - I know what I'll do. I'll give you a welcoming home party. - It might be nice to see some of the old faces again. - I know that Gary and Nell would love to see you. - Do you know that Nell has eight children? And I think it's the fifth one-- -  Polly? - What? - I'm not very good at parties. Please don't. - Well, I just thought you might like to see some of your friends. - I came back to see you. - Well, that's very flattering. - A busy person like you remembering me. - I came back to see if you were married and what had happened to you. - Oh, I'm just the same. -  Nothing has changed. Everything is--  We made a mistake. - I came back to see if you felt the same as I do. - Oh, but it's been five years. -  You can't just pop out--  They were wasted years. - Tell me about your work, Edmond. - We've heard that you've opened a clinic in Baltimore... - and we're very proud of you. -  What was it you mentioned yesterday about the orphanage? - I don't remember. - Oh, yes, you do. It was something about the dispensary. - It's inadequate for that number of children. That's all. - Well, I want to modernize it. Will you help us? - Just tell us what we need and I'll buy it. - It's a civic responsibility. Why should you buy it? -  Well, it isn't as if I couldn't afford it. - What does that have to do with it? - Well, it's because I want to. I feel I should. - After all, there is an obligation to having wealth. - Haven't you learned yet that people don't like false charity? - Well, I don't want to talk about it any more. I don't know how we got off on this subject. - Well, it isn't the way I wanted it. -  Perhaps I should come again another time. - Yes, perhaps you should. - And maybe you should call first? - Yes, I'll do that. - Pollyanna, look at your new dress. - It's filthy! And your shoes! - Oh, I'm sorry, Aunt Polly. - I was playing, and I didn't realise. - What were you and Dr Chilton talking about? - Oh! Nothing. - We were talking about your hair. -  My hair? - Yes. - He said you used to wear it very long and soft, down to your shoulders. - He said it was beautiful! - Yes, well, uh-- Clean yourself up for supper, dear. - Yes, Aunt Polly. - Here is the last of the calf's-foot jelly. -  Oh, but Aunt Polly, please--  There'll be no nonsense about it, Pollyanna. - This is a duty and a job that must be done. - Nancy will show you where the deliveries are supposed to be made. -  What kind of deliveries? - Charity baskets, child. -  Oh, the suffering in this world! - Dwell on it. - Appreciate how lucky you are. - Now, these two go first, Nancy, and handle them with care. -  Where's the one for Mrs Snow? - Oh. -  We took great pains to wrap that attractively, knowing how she is. - Yes, ma'am. - And there'll be no dawdling. And keep your clothes clean for a change. - Come on. Off with you. -  Come on, honey. We've got three more to go! - Oh, just a minute, Nancy. - What's in the durn thing? - Um, I think that one's calfs'-foot jelly. - Oh, you don't have to look at it as though it was charity... - just a gift from one friend to another. -  Friend? - Yes. I'm your friend. - Well, uh, I better be going now. Goodbye. -  People sure hate to get charity. - Isn't it the truth? -  And I don't blame them. - Do-gooders! Ha! -  Goodbye, Miss Ferd. - Goodbye. -  Now, how does that go again? - Uh-- -  Early one morning just as the sun was rising -  Early one morning just as the sun was rising -  I heard a maiden singing in the valley below - One up. -  - Early one morning -Just as the sun was rising -  I heard a maiden singing - That takes care of Mrs Gaupherson, Miss Neely... - Doppsils and the Ferds. -  Who's left? -Just this one, Mrs Snow. -  And I wish this one were over with. - What's wrong with her? - She's just plain crabby, that's what's wrong with her. - You never met anyone so cantankerous. - If it was Friday, she'd wish it was Tuesday. -  What'd we bring her today? - Uh, calfs'-foot jelly. - You wait and see. She's bound to wish she had chicken. - And if we brought her chicken, she'd want lamb broth. - She's just cantankerous! - Millie? - Nancy, come on in. -  How are you? - Hello, there. -  Hello. - Uh, this is Pollyanna Whittier. - Oh, sure. I heard you were coming to stay with your aunt. -  And this is Mrs Snow's daughter, Mildred. - How do you do? -  How do you do? - Where were you last night? We waited and waited. - At the hayride. I know. My mother said I could go and at the last minute changed her mind. -  She had some kind of, I don't know, an upset stomach. - Oh, what a shame. - Stop that noise in there! Haven't you any respect for a dying woman? - Honestly! She was so crotchety today. I'm just worn to a frazzle! - This morning I-I fixed her a cup of coffee, as usual. - You know, I brought it in. She didn't want coffee this morning. -  This morning she wanted tea. - I don't know how you stand it. I swear! - I don't know either. I poured it down the sink. I had to make her a new cup of tea. - Do you remember the day that-that-that I brought the currant jelly? - Yes! -I had currant jelly from here to there. - She threw it at you! - Hello. - Who are you? - And what are you doing in my bedroom? -  Uh, I am Pollyanna Whittier. - Who? -  Miss Harrington's niece. - Oh! -  The ladies' aid has sent me with this. - Hmm? What is it? -  Calfs'-foot jelly. - Calfs'-foot jelly! Oh! - And I had my heart set on lamb's broth today. -  You mean chicken, don't you? - What's that? - Well, they tell me you always wanted chicken when you were brought jelly. - You're a Miss Impertinence, aren't ya? - Come here. Come right over here. - You have a stubby little nose. - What do you think about that? - I know it. I wish I were pretty like you. - Oh, don't you try to butter me up. -  I'm not at all pretty. - Oh, but you are! - And you don't look sick at all. - Well, that shows you what a stupid little girl you are. - Well, get outta my way. - Why, I'm right on death's doorstep... - just hanging on by sheer will power. - If you had to lay here day after day and day after day, and you call anybody, and your daughter-- - Put that down, stop it. And she wouldn't come. - She's gallivantin' somewhere. And the doctor, all he gives you is pills. - Pills and bills. Just pills and bills. That's all. -  What are you staring at? - Your prisms. -  My what? - Your prisms. -  Did you know they paint rainbows on your wall? - Oh. - See? On that wall over there. - How'd you do that? -  Well,I said that I'm too old and too smart for that old saw, Fred Pallegrew. - Well, I should say so! - You just turn that horse around and head out from underneath this covered bridge right now. -  I'll bet that cooled his heels. - You should've seen his face. -  More coffee? - Oh, please. -  It's awful quiet in there. - I wonder what's going on. - Uh, more to your left. To your left, you silly girl. - What's the matter with you? Now, there. There. That's not bad at all. - Not bad? It's gorgeous! -  I think it was a fine idea. - Now, don't be taking credit. - I suggested stringing them up there. - Why, Mrs Snow, that's a fib. It was my idea. - It was my idea to use the string! - You didn't know how to do it till I suggested the string. - You're impertinent. I don't like you at all. - I'm sorry. - When are you coming back again? - Tomorrow, I guess. I'll see you then. - Well, if I'm not in my grave. -  Bye. - Bye. - All right, Nancy? -  Goodbye, Millie. - Goodbye, Nancy. -  Goodbye, Pollyanna! - Bye. - Don't stand there! Go on and fix a cold pack for my headache! - Go on! Go on! - Yes, Mother. - Let's get some gumption around here. - Let's start acting like a community. - Hey, Doc, you just sit there chewing on that straw. - Put in your two bits' worth. What do you think? - I came here to fish, Charlie. I don't want to butt into your affairs here. - Ben Tarbell? Where are you sneaking off to? - You folks are biting off a pretty big chew with all this talk. - Come on, Ben. Get it said. - A lot of us have got vested interests in the Harrington companies. - Our wives belong to her ladies' aid group. - My woman would skin me alive if I was to go opposite to Polly Harrington. - And that's the truth! I'm sorry. - Anybody else want to quit, do it now. - All right, then. Let's get our hands out of our hip pockets... - and find a way to raise some money. -  Are you with me? - Yeah. -  Early one morning just as the sun was rising -  I heard a maiden singing in the valley below - What's happening? - Now, that's the very first thing in the morning. Charlie Gorman... - that means eight men assigned to you for carpentry. -  Dan Seymour'll supply the one-by-twelves. Right, Dan? - Right. - All right. Now, look, Mary, you gotta get that cooking done. -  Of course, you got that other thing to run. - Yes, Karl, I'll take care of the chicken. -  Hi, Pollyanna! - Hi. I'll be back in a minute. -  Hi, honey. - Hi. What's going on? - Lady, you are looking at the elected head of the entertainment committee. - Old Uncle George! -  Entertainment committee for what? - Well-- - If we get the corn, you can take that whole thing out of there. - Charlie, you can count on me to haul in that lumber. -  Don't have to use the big truck--  We're gonna have the best bazaar you've ever seen. - We sure are! -  A bazaar? - To raise money for a new orphanage. - It's the first time folks have stood together against Polly Harrington. -  Nancy, did you know there's going to be a bazaar? - Yes! - With corn on the cob and ice cream and everything! -  Can kids come, George? Can they come? - Well, of course they-- - George? Now, where'd you get that name? -Oh, stop. She's known it all along. - And you mean you didn't tell your aunt? -  Well, what did you think I was, a snitch-baby? - You're a good girl. -  When's it gonna be? - Sunday night, a week. - Let me tell you about it. What a night. An extravaganza. - And I'm in charge of all the acts, all the entertainment. - Picture it, ladies. Darkness, and out of the night... -  bicycles appear, moving down the square. - And hanging from their handlebars... - Two hundred, two hundred gorgeous Japanese lanterns. - Hey, Pollyanna, wait for me. -  Where are you goin'? - There's a big bazaar and I'm helping. - Hey, wait a minute. -  What's it for? - It's an extravaganza. - Picture it. - Darkness... - fifty bicycles... -  gorgeous Japanese lanterns swinging. - And I'll be on the lead bicycle, just riding along, right out in front. -  Oh, boy. Can I help? - All right. Come on. -  Where you goin' now? - Mr Pendergast's. - You're going back? You're nutty! -  What are you doing back here? - Oh, just came to say hello. -  Tell you something about your prisms. - Well, what about them? - Well, aren't you going to invite me in? -Invite you in? - No more privacy than a goldfish. - All right. Come in, come in. But you can't stay long. - Can he come in too? -  Can who come in? -Jimmy Bean! - Come on. Don't be a scare-baby! - Oh, come on! - Don't touch anything. - Well, why didn't you just invite the whole town while you were at it? - Oh, I just wanted to show Jimmy the rainbow on your wall. - Do you mind? - All right. Go ahead, go ahead. - Kids-- They'll drive you crazy. - One thing or another. It's getting so a man... - can't call his home his own any more. - And where do you think it comes from? Through this piece of glass. -  Explain it to him, Mr Pendergast. - I've got work to do. -  Don't you know anything about refracted light, there, boy? - It's the sunlight coming through-- - I'll do the explaining if you don't mind, little Miss Know-it-all. - Now, boy, you see here, the-- -  Don't they ever cut your hair in that darn orphanage? - I like it the way it is. - Look at you. So much hair, you look like you're wearing a coonskin cap. -  Lemme go, will ya? - Anyway... - about the refracted light. - Oh yes. - Now pay attention, boy. - You see the shape of this crystal? That is a prism. - The light is stripped by that angle. That refracts the ray... - splits the colours, diffuses them in an oblique angle... - and bends it out into a dispersed colour band. - You understand? - What he means is... - the sun comes through here and paints a rainbow. -  You see? - Oh, I understand! - Can I try it once, please? - Go ahead, but don't break anything. - Do you know Mrs Snow? Well, I've just come from her place. - And we strung a whole bunch of them up across her window. - You should see what that does! -  Let's try it. - All right. - Oh no, I've got work to do. - If we had some wire or a piece of thread... - we could string 'em up across the whole window. - Oh, we could, could we? Do you kids think... - I've got nothing better to do than to play silly games? - Well, don't stand there looking at me like that. - There's string in that box over there. Go and get it, go and get it. - Oh, dear, dear, dear. - Oh, my goodness! Look! -  Look. See over here? - Look on the door! -  It's on the door. Can't you see? - Look! - Oh, it's gorgeous! - It's the most beautiful room in the entire world. - Not bad, is it? - It's not bad at all. - That dining room looks awfully gloomy. Why don't we do the same thing in there? -  Oh, boy! Let's go! - No. - What do you mean, "no"? I thought you enjoyed it. - Well, it's what I came to see you about, Mr Pendergast. - You see, they're having a big bazaar in town... - and they're trying to raise enough money to build a new orphanage. -  I like the old one. - Be still. - Anyway, they need help. - And everyone's supposed to bring somebody else. And I want to bring you. -  What for? - They're having all kinds of stands to sell things-- - hooked rugs, quilts and crocheted tablecloths. - And we can have a stand and sell these! - Rainbow makers! - I'll bet everyone would buy one. - I never go into town, and I don't believe in community projects. -  But they need you! - They need me? - Of course, they are sort of attractive little things, aren't they? - I just wonder if folks would buy a thing like this. - I wonder. - Now, I'm not trying to sell you the brass, but it is durable. - Well, the silver's pretty, and I think you're right about the brass. - Oh, I don't know. I just can't make up my mind. - Of course, the effect of silver is always in good taste. -  Hi, Mrs Snow. - Well, where have you been, you naughty girl? -  Oh, I'm sorry. I've been helping for the bazaar. Hello, Mr Murg. - How do you do? - What've you got there? Don't bring those dirty rags in here! Get them off my bed! - Oh, they aren't dirty rags. They're patchwork squares. Mrs Gaupherson made them. - I thought perhaps you'd like to stitch them together... - to make a patchwork quilt for the bazaar. -  What an impertinent child! - Listen. You just take them right out of here! -  I'm not gonna do anything of the sort! - But everyone's helping-- - Mr Neely, the Julians, and even old Mrs Thurm. - Oh. She wants me to work in my condition. - Don't bother Mrs Snow, girl. - She's a very sick woman! - Well, I thought it might give you something to do instead of just lying around. - I mean, the bazaar's for an awfully good cause. - Well, it's a waste of time. Nobody'll come to it. You wait and see. -  That's right. - Why not? - Because-- Because of your aunt, that's why not. - Well, I don't understand. - Well, we do, don't we, Mr Murg? -  Indeed we do. - Good. Well. - Now, about this white satin. I think it's lovely. -  This-This is my first choice. - And I think the best one. -  Yeah. - It'll look lovely against the brass handles. - Are you having a dress made? - Don't be impertinent! - I'm pickin' the lining for my coffin. - That's right. - But you're not gonna die! - Does she have to be here? - Go on into the kitchen and talk to Mildred. - Now-- - Now, this satin is lovely. - Well, it's all settled then. - Thirteen yards of the white satin... - at one dollar twenty the yard. - And the brass coffin handles. - Well, all right, all right. Write it up. - Stop frowning at me like that! - What's the matter with you? - Well, it's just that... - well, a person shouldn't think about dying so much! -  I don't want you to die. - Oh, bless you for that. - It seems everyone else can't wait. - I'm not supposed to talk about my father at home... - but I guess it's all right here. - My father used to say, a person should think about living. - Why don't you go outside and play? -  Hush up. I want to hear what she has to say. - Yes. Mrs Snow. Yes. - It just reminded me about my father and the doll. - You see, I always wanted a doll... - but we never had enough money for things like that. My father was a minister. - But surely he could afford a little thing like a doll. - Well, he couldn't. We had to have the money for food. -  Oh, for heaven's sake! - Shh! - So anyway, my father wrote to the missionary people... - and asked them to please send a little secondhand doll. - Well, there was a funny mistake. When the missionary barrels came... - instead of a doll, they sent a pair of crutches. - Well, of course, I was rather disappointed. -  So my father made up the glad game. - The what game? - She's been pestering folks all over town with this sunshine and happiness thing. - Hearts and flowers. Enough to make you sick. -  Hush up! I want to hear it. - Certainly. - Anyway, about the crutches... - my father said, "Don't let's be gloomy. - Let's try to find something to be glad about." - So we made a game of it-- the glad game! -  "The glad game"! - Shh! - So anyway, we played the game... - and after a while I forgot about the doll and being gloomy. - And you know what? I found a reason for being glad. - Well, there's nothing happy about a pair of crutches. - Well, we were glad that we didn't have to use them! - Why must you bedevil this poor dying woman... - with your childish, silly little stories? - I just thought she could play the game! You could be glad you don't need this horrid old coffin! - You could help others by making the patchwork quilt for the orphans if you wanted. - You ought to forget about dying and be glad you're living! - Oh, I don't care what you do. - I'm not gonna come and see you any more. - I-- I didn't mean to hurt her feelings. -  She's serious about it, isn't she? - Oh, please, please, Mr Murg. - Leave me alone. -  I'm sorry if I've--  Please. - Please leave me alone. - Ben told me yesterday they've been organizing, about  of them. -  And Ed Chilton's got a finger in the pie too! - Edmond? - Gave them the idea is what he did. And that's not all. -  It couldn't have been Nancy. - I tell you, she was there. Jesse told me. - I'd fire that girl so fast, it would make her head swim. - And that child, your own niece, helping them! - Pollyanna? - Just a moment. - Mrs Tarbell tells me you're involved with that bazaar. Well, I won't have it. - But, Aunt Polly, I'm part of the flag. - We won't discuss it. I don't want you to see those people any more... - and that's an order! - Yes, ma'am. - The blessings you've heaped on that child, and her working with those people against you. - Get down my cake tins, Angie. We're going to work. -  Doin' what? - Thinks she's the queen of Sheba, does she? - Well, she can't stop us from helping with that bazaar! - We're gonna bake cakes, dozens and dozens of'em! -  Where are you gonna get the ingredients? - Where do you think? -  You're getting paid, aren't you? - Not to be kicked. He kicked me in the stomach. - Now,Jimmy, you've got to stop kicking Mr Hooper and sit still. -  I don't want to get my hair cut! - Hey,Jed. - Get that hammer out back, and we'll nail his shoes to the chair! -  Hey. - Mr Pendergast. - You should be ashamed of yourself, Ben Tarbell! - I paid for the tickets. Will you let it go at that, Karl? I just can't show up at your affair. -  You ain't the only one, Ben. - What do you mean by that? - Well, I just came from your newspaper office. What's the matter with those fellows? - They said they couldn't handle this ad for our bazaar. Will you go over and straighten them out? - Ah, take it easy, Doc. Our space is all sold, and I can't go around-- - Tell him the truth. Why lie to the man? You're a coward! - It isn't Baltimore up here, Doc. This is a small town. - And you know as well as everybody else our newspaper's owned by the Harrington family. - Liver-bellied bunch of miserable sheep! That's what you all are. - Well, take it easy, Pendergast. It's the way things are. - I say that you're all chicken-livered! And I'm sick and tired of-- - Just a minute!Just a minute! The thing is this. - Most folks around here make a living outta Polly Harrington, some way or another. -  We can't afford to antagonize her. - Can't afford to antagonize her? - Just don't be surprised if come Sunday night nobody shows up at your bazaar. - I don't believe that. - Well, you're comin', aren't ya? Claire? Charlie? - People are just plain scared to, Karl. - They're afraid of Polly Harrington paying 'em back later. -  She'll do it too. You know her. - Now, look. - We've all taken a cut or two at the Harringtons... - but she wouldn't do a thing like that. -  If you think I'm intimidating a whole town--  Oh, Polly, you know what I mean. - No one will make a move in this town without the Harrington stamp of approval on it. - Oh! - Karl Warren sent you, didn't he? He knew no one would cooperate without me. - Nobody sent me. I just wanted it made clear you don't mind if the others cooperate. - You needed my help. Why don't you admit it? - Won't let your guard down for a minute, will you? - Still suspicious. Still don't trust anyone. - Nothing's changed, has it, Polly? - You're still as opinionated as ever, if that's what you mean. - Oh, Angelica... - Dr Chilton is leaving. - Keep busy, Polly. Lots of meetings and civic duties and obligations. - It's a poor substitute for what's really wrong with you. - I knew I could count on you for some lofty clinical observations. - Would you like to be paid for your diagnosis? - This one's on the house. There's no medical term for it. - You can give everything but love. It's as simple as that. -  Angelica? - Ma'am? - See that the flowers in the conservatory get fresh water. -  I found them dry again today. - Yes, ma'am. - Did ya hear how he told her off? - Like water off a duck's back to her. - That woman's got no feelings at all! -  How'd it go, Ed? - Stubborn, mule-headed woman.Just like her father. I should have known better. -  What did she say? - A lot of foolish nonsense. - What she really wants is for us to go begging to her... - get her sanction, permission from the queen to gather in the streets. -  Hi, Nancy. - Hi, dear. - What's the matter? -  Oh, nothing. - It's a doggone shame, after all the work folks put into it. -  Is the bazaar off? - It looks that way. -  Why? - You wouldn't understand. -  Is it because of Aunt Polly? - Yes. - It takes a word from someone, someone who isn't under her thumb. - Fat change you got, Ed. She's got her finger in nearly everything-- - the bank, the mills, the paper, real estate. - Harrington Town. A fine thing, one woman owning a town. - Well, like it or not, that's what she does. -  Nancy. - Yes? - She doesn't own the church. - That's right. - What did you say? - Um, I just said that nobody could own a church. - Our social structure in this small town seems to teeter on a delicate balance... - one which-- which I certainly cannot in any way attempt to influence. - A-A man of God cannot be taking sides in these feuds. -  But all we want is a word from you, Reverend. - No. -  If you'd just let the people know tomorrow you're in favour of us. - No, no, no. - I won't use that pulpit for public announcements. -  Then you're siding with her by not mentioning it. - I am not! - I'm staying completely out of it, and that's all there is to it. - Reverend Ford, if you'd just let us say that you're in favour. - There's nothing more to discuss. -  This is all just impossible. - I'm afraid you're right. - Thank you, Reverend Ford. - You see, I-- Of course, you understand that-- - Personally I think it's a good cause and all that, and-and I wish you luck with it. - Thanks a lot. I guess Pollyanna was wrong. - Now, what has she got to do with this? - She said nobody could own a church. -  Hello, Mrs Ford. - Hello, dear. What are you doing here? - Aunt Polly sent me. Uh, something for Reverend Ford. -  Oh, he's just back up there. - Oh, yes, I saw him. Thank you. -  It's a lovely day, isn't it? - Yes, it is. - And he sayeth unto them... - the wicked shall be punished. - The wicked shall be punished. - Their poison is like the poison of serpents. - But they shall feel the gall of asps within them. - How many times have I stood on this pulpit... - and warned you, cautioned you again and again-- - A house divided against itself cannot stand. - A kingdom divided against itself can be brought to desolation. - If you are an enemy to one another... - then you are an enemy to God! - Am I reaching out to you? Do you understand my words? - Well-- - Week after week, I stand here reaching out to you... - begging you to understand. - Yet, week after week... - the same wickedness persists... - the same dissension... - the same belligerence, the same feuding... - until you are ten thousand times... - more abominable in the eyes of God... - than the most hateful, venomous, violent, vicious-- - You! -  What are you doing here? - Oh, nothing. - Um, I mean, I was looking for you. - Uh, Aunt Polly sent you this. -  Now, what is it? - Uh, I don't know. - I'm sorry I disturbed your practise. -  Would you like someone to practise your sermon on? - No. No, thank you, child. - Uh, Mother and I used to be an audience to my father... - when he was practising his sermons. -  He-He was a minister too, you know. - Oh, yes, yes. So he was. - Uh, do you like being a minister? - Do I like being a m-- - Now, why would you ask a thing like that? - Oh, the way you looked just then reminded me of my father. - Once I saw him sorta sad like that, and I asked him. - And what did he say? - Oh. Oh, said he was glad he was. - But it made him sad sometimes. - Just couldn't seem to get through to his congregation. - Sounds familiar. - I suppose every minister of God faces the same problem. - Mm, I suppose. - Tell me, did your father ever solve the problem? - Well, he read something one day that he said helped him. - In the Bible? - No, just something he read someplace. - He had it put on this chain. - He wore it always. It's all I have of his. - "When you look for the bad--" - Ooh! It always makes me cross-eyed. - May I? - "When you look for the bad in mankind expecting to find it... - you surely will. -  Abraham Lincoln." - He was the president. - Yes. Yes, I know. - But I never heard that before. - Neither had my father. - Anyway, he said it started him thinking. - And from then on, he was gonna look for the good in people. - That's when we both started searching the Bible for the texts. - The texts? - Yes. You know. My father called them "the glad passages." - You know, the happy ones like... - um, uh, "Shout for joy"... - or "Be glad in the Lord." - You know, like that. There are eight hundred happy texts. Did you know that? -  No, I didn't know that. - Yes, well, there are. - And you know, my father said... - "If God took the trouble to tell us eight hundred times to be glad and rejoice... - he must've wanted us to do it." - Oh, I'd better be going now. I'm sorry I disturbed your practising. - I'll see you later. Uh, goodbye. - Goodbye, Reverend Ford. - "Dear Reverend... - I've taken the liberty of jotting down a few thoughts... - and some text from Matthew... - which I thought you might want to use in your sermon tom--" - Oh, my God. What have I done? - What have I done? - Dear, are you all right? - Nobody owns a church. - No one. - Apocrypha. Ecclesiasticus thirty... - paragraph twenty two. - "Gladness of the heart is the life of man." - This is one of the rejoicing... - or happy texts. - Ayoung member of our parish pointed out to me... - that there are  such happy texts in our Bible. - Well, she was wrong. - There are, to be exact... - eight hundred twenty six. - I know, because I stayed up most of last night counting them. - I intend to read one of them every week. - And that should take us, according to my calculations, through sixteen years... - if I'm around here that long. - But I can promise you this. If I am here... - our visits with God on Sunday are going to be happier... - and more rejoicing too. - Eh. - Now, what I have to say now... - is very difficult for me. - But it must be said. - I look out to you now... - and realize... - after four years in this congregation... - I don't even know you. I look out to you now not as my congregation... - but as people. - And I say to myself, how sad it is to have missed those four years... - four years when we could've been friends. - I should have been looking for the good in you. - And I-- I failed you. I-- - And I apologize for this. - God is forgiving, but it's not God's forgiveness I beg, it is yours. - I'm-I'm not gonna speak about this any more now. It's a lovely day outside. - So let's go outside and enjoy this Sunday for a change. - And while you're out appreciating the sunlight, just... - give a little thought to who's sending it down to you. - Eh. - Oh, stop, please. One more thing, please! Please sit down. - Please.Just one more thing. I'm sorry. - There's to be a charity bazaar in the band park tonight. - It's for a good cause. - And, um, I want to go on record... - as being one hundred percent for it. - So let's all go out there and have ourselves some fun... - because, um... - well, if you're not there-- - Let me put it this way. - If you're not there... - I'll lam into you something fierce when I get you in here next week! - And you know I can do it too! -  Where's Pollyanna? - I don't know. I haven't seen her. - Be careful when you put those in the car. Don't you smudge that frosting. - Keep your fingers outta there. - Nancy? Angelica? - Where's Pollyanna, please? She's gotta be there. - It's a big bazaar tonight. Pollyanna's gotta be there, or she'll ruin the flag. - Well, Pollyanna is too young to be out alone at night. -  Couldn't you bring her? - No, I could not. Goodnight. - Gemmenie! Oh! - Pollyanna! - What are you doing up here? You'll fall. - You'll fall and kill yourself, you big silly. - You gotta come. You'll spoil the flag if you don't show up. - I can't. Aunt Polly won't let me. - Come on. She'll never know. - Don't look down. -  I don't think I want to try it. - Come on. Gimme your hand. - I'll help you across. - Come on. Easy. Easy. Real slow. - Grab that one. All right. Don't look down. -  Are you sure it's safe? - I'm sure it's safe. - It's ripe. It's lovely. There you are, folks. - The finest watermelon at a penny a slice. You cannot have finer. - There's your best one. I say, isn't that good? Yes, it is. -  Here you are, lad. - Thank you very much. -  There you are. Isn't that fine? - It looks wonderful! - Hurry, hurry! Hurry, hurry! -  Hello, Mr Howard. - Reverend Ford, Mrs Ford. Nice to see ya. -  We have a booth over here. - There you are, sir. - This beautiful, soon-to-be patented rainbow maker. - You're going to be very happy with it, sir. Hurry, hurry. - Right this way, ladies and gentlemen. -  Well, where in the heck have you been? - Well, we made-- - Well, they're looking for you everywhere. Go and get into your costume now. - Hurry, hurry! Go on! And,Jimmy, go have some fun for yourself. -  This way, ladies and gentlemen. - Oh, that looks delicious, Mrs Litner. - Thank you, Mrs Cleaver. Just pay on the other side. -  There you go, my dear. - Thank you, Mrs Lagerlof. - You're very welcome. - Pollyanna! Will you go and get into your costume? They're waiting for you. - Now, who do you suppose this is? -  Mrs Snow! - Here. - Here. Now, you can take this and raffle it off. - You finished it. Oh, it's gorgeous. - Mrs Snow, it's beautiful. - Hi, Millie. Good evening, Mrs Snow. - Darling! Listen, honey, you've gotta hurry. They're waiting for you. -  Uhh, quilt? - Well, I'll take it to the quilt stand. -  Now you skedaddle as fast as you can and put on your costume. - Here. Hold my cake. - Run! - A nice, home-made patchwork quilt. No home is complete without one. - On the cob. There's some salt over there. -  Can I have more? - You finish those first, then you can come back and have some more. - Delicious corn on the cob. -  One. - Right here. - Pollyanna, will you hurry up? Everyone else is dressed and waiting for you. -  But I never get a chance to have anything. - Oh, come on. - Yes, you'll win yourself a beautiful doll. - A beautiful doll if ya fish in the fishing pond. - All right, step right up here, folks. This is the place. -  I am not going to budge. - I've had just enough of your nonsense. - You're going to join in with the others and make this a town, not a dynasty. - Get down out of that car, Amelia. I'm warning you. Move! -  Good evening, folks. - Come on. -  Fish and wish for a surprise here, folks. - Here, honey. - Oh, thank you. -  Yes, sir, folks. - Now, you have to think about what you want and wish very hard. - I understand. -  I'm wishing. - Do you know what you want? - All right. - Hey, there she goes. The young lady's going down after it. - What we gonna get there? Come on. Step right in there, folks. - Fish in the magic fishing pond. Everybody step right up here. - It's only two cents. Drop a line and fish for your surprise. - It's the most exciting game at the bazaar. - Come on, folks. Fish and wish. Get your bamboo pole here. - Two cents! Hey! Looky there! -  The little lady just pulled a beautiful doll for herself. - Oh, my gosh! Look! -  Yes, sir, folks. - She's mine. Oh, how did they know? -  Right here--  Step right up-- Well, Reverend. -  Step right up and show 'em how to do it. - No, no. No, no. -  I haven't pitched since my college days. - Hey, Reverend! - Bet you couldn't hit the broad side of a barn. - Who is that? Charley MacAndrews up there? -  What about it? - Here. Hold this. - Leave your coat on. You're not gonna hit anything anyhow. -  Buy some corn with the money. - You know... - I've been trying to get you baptised for the past three years. - And he throws! - Look out! Look out! Look out! -  O beautiful for spacious skies -  For amber waves of grain -  For purple mountain majesties -  Above the fruited plain -  America, America -  God shed his grace on thee -  And crown thy good with brotherhood -  From sea to shining -  Sea -  O beautiful for spacious skies -  For amber waves of grain -  For purple mountain majesties -  Above the fruited plain -  America, America -  God shed his grace on thee -  And crown thy good with brotherhood -  From sea to shining -  Sea -  Take you home again, Kathleen -  Across the ocean -  Wild and wide -  Oh! Thank you. - Goodnight. - Goodnight. -  Goodnight. - Thanks for the ride. -  Where your heart has ever been -  Since first you were my bonny bride -  The roses all have left your cheeks -  My heart just fades away -  And dies -  I'll take you home again -  Kathleen - I'd never thought. The way they bought up those cakes! - It's a lot of money for that. -  What is it, ma'am? - I thought I heard something. - Oh, Lord of mercy. - Oh! - Oh, Angelica, call the doctor quickly. - Oh, my God. - If you don't mind, I'd like to speak to all of you in the salon for a moment. - Nancy, when Miss Pollyanna feels better... - I want you to move all of my clothes and my personal belongings into the next room. -  Yes, ma'am. - I want her to stay where she is. - It's a larger room, and it has a much nicer view. - And it looks as though she's going to have to remain there for quite some time. - You might as well know that Pollyanna's legs are paralyzed. - She doesn't know it yet, and I don't know exactly how I'm going to tell her. - I just don't know how I'm going to tell her. - I came as soon as I heard. Eh, how is the child? - Pollyanna! - Come on down and play! Pollyanna! - We'll go swimmin'. Want to? -  Pollyanna! - Boy! Boy! Boy, boy. - Stop that, stop that. Now, you go away from here. -  But I wanna play with Pollyanna. - Pollyanna can't play, because she's had an accident. - Now, you go on home like a good boy. Go on. Hurry up. Go on. - Hurry up. Go on. -  God works in ways mysterious to man. - Don't speak to me about God! - Say what you think. I can see it in your eyes. -  They blame me, don't they? - No. No, nobody's blaming you. - It's true, isn't it? I could have been the least bit understanding. - That child lies up there because of me. -  Polly, the mercy of God is forgiving--  Oh, what kind of a merciful God... - could allow a thing like this to happen to a child? - And if he were merciful, why did he let her come to our town? - Let me tell you something, Polly Harrington. - Sunday a miracle happened in this town. -Oh, this town! - Yes, this town. Right out there in that street the people are smiling at one another. - Go on. Take a look for yourself. It's very contagious. - Just think, Polly. If she had never come to this town-- - We ought to get down on our knees and thank God for sending her to us. - Excuse me, ma'am. Dr Chilton wants to see you. - Now, you understand everything I told you, don't you, dear? -  And there's nothing to be afraid of. - What is it, Edmond? - I told Pollyanna about her injury. She understands. Don't you, dear? - We're going to take you to Baltimore for an operation so you can walk again. - You hear that, honey? - I know. Why don't we all cheer up? - Let's see if we can't find something to be glad about your staying in bed. - Um, oh, I know. - This way we can all have steak and ice cream. - Did you know that your aunt ordered it for you? - Now you find something to be glad about. We'll play the game. - Well-- - I suppose I could be glad because-- - Yes? Go ahead, darling. - No. It was a silly game. - I hate it. - I never want to play it again. - Leave me alone. - Please try to understand, Pollyanna. - You're such a part of our lives now. - Nancy and Angelica, Mrs Lagerlof. - And I love you as if you were my own little girl. - Won't you give me that chance? Please? -  Put these in too, Mr Thomas. - All right. -  And tell Dr Chilton that the car's all ready. - Yes. - Yes, we're leaving immediately on the eleven-thirty train. - Well, check the arrival schedule. - Make sure we're met with an ambulance. I want complete X rays the minute we arrive. - Yes. Thank you. -  Is the operation dangerous? - Yes, it's very delicate. - You're coming, aren't you? I need your permission to operate. - Edmond. - There's something worrying you, and I want to know what it is. - We can only do so much with surgery. A great deal depends on her. - This depression she's got herself into. That's what's worrying me. - Edmond. She's had a shock. She's just learned about her legs. - I can't have her despondent like this for the operation. -  Well, you have to give her time. - Time? There is no time. - I have to move her, get her into the hospital, and I don't like it. - What that child needs is a good shot in the arm of hope. - Hope? What she really needed was love. - And that's something I never gave her. - We can still give her that love. - You and I together. - Ma'am! Ma'am! There's something very peculiar happening outside. - Miss Harrington! They-They-They'll ruin our flower beds. -  What are you talking about? - A-A-Across the lawns and the flowers. - W-We gotta do something. I gotta stop 'em. Gotta get 'em outta there. -  Now, let me out. - That's what I've been trying to tell you. - Been trying to tell me what? - Oh, not the begonias! - Them's Miss Harrington's favourite flowers. - Now, please, folks. Go around the other way. - Don't come through there. You can go around that tree. - Now look! Go around over by the driveway. I-- - Oh, the heck with it. -  What is it you want? - We don't want anything. - We just come to say "How'd ya do" to the child... - and bring a bit of gladness into her life. - Like she brought into ours, God love her. - We just want her to know she's got friends, lots of them. - Give her our love and we'll get off your private property, Miss Harrington. - Well, no. Uh, wait. - Why don't you tell her yourself? Open the doors, Nancy. - Nancy, open the door. - Come in, won't you? Nice to see you. - Hello. How are you, Mr Neely? I'm just fine. How are you today? - Hello. Won't you come in? Oh, what beautiful flowers. - Hello. I'm so glad you came. Hello. - You have a few callers downstairs, young lady. -  What? - You gonna greet them with that mopey old face of yours? - I don't wanna see anyone. - Well, Pollyanna, you're not gonna have much choice in the matter this time. -  Oh, no, please. I don't wanna see anyone. - Now, just easy. -  You'll be all right, dear. I know. - You get well now, you hear? - It's not charity. Just a gift, eh, from one friend to another. -  Oh, thank you, Mr Neely. - Hi, honey. - You're going to be fine. Don't you worry. - Goodbye, darling. We're going to visit you in the hospital. - Hey, Snookie. Take a look at this, will ya? - Really? You mean, really? You did it! -  Oh, Nancy. It's gorgeous. - Isn't it? - And we're gonna wait for you. You're gonna be my flower girl. - I'm glad you'll be comin' back to us, darlin'. - And that's the truth of it. - The house will be miserable without you. - Miserable. You hurry back to us. - Best wishes, Pollyanna. - Goodbye. - Goodbye, Angelica. - Hurry home to us. - What is everybody sniffin' about? My goodness. - A bunch of ninnies. Think a person couldn't get well. -  Hi, Mrs Snow. - Oh, bless you. Bless you, darling. -  I'll see you soon. - Thank you for coming. -  Ah, it's all right. Bye. - Goodbye. -  Hello, Pollyanna. - Hello, dear. We have a surprise for you. -  Shall we tell her now, Jimmy? - I've been adopted. -  Adopted? Who? - Who? Who do you think? - We're gonna spend the rest of our lives just hangin' prisms. - You hurry home and help. - Hello, Mrs Ford. Hello, Reverend Ford. - We looked for the good in them, and we found it, didn't we? - Aunt Polly? -  Bye-bye. - Bye. - Bye. Ta-ta. - Bye-bye. Bye.