A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
- PG
- Year:
- 1945
- 129 min
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Blackberries!
I got blackberries!
This'll be the last
of them now, Francie.
Is that all, Mom?
Can we go now?
Not so loud, Neeley. Do
you wanna wake your papa up?
Gosh, Francie, ain't you
through with them dishes yet?
She'll only be a minute.
My, I wish you was as anxious
to get going on school
mornings as you is on Saturday.
Papa was late
last night.
Yeah, I was dead asleep
when he come in, I guess.
He says if people didn't like to
make speeches so much at dinners,
time with their families.
It wasn't much
of a job, I guess.
Them club dinners
don't tip much.
Is that all, Mama?
Yes, yes. Go on.
I'll dry 'em.
You don't look like you
got much there this week.
One of these days,
Mrs. Gaddis is gonna throw away
that old wash boiler of hers.
Carney will pay us plenty for
the copper bottom off of that.
He won't pay you any
more than he has to.
You watch him on that
weighing, now. Yes'm.
Parents ought to have a day that's
like Saturday is for kids. Go on.
Maybe if I start
the lower hall
and scrub
my way up today,
it'll make something
special out of it for me.
- Keep an eye on him, Francie.
- Come on!
Yes, Mama!
Rags! Old iron!
Rags! Old iron!
Rags! Old iron!
They done good today. Come on.
Boarding!
89th Street!
Neeley!
Boarding!
89th Street!
Ragpickers!
Come on.
Now, look. Stand on the same
side as him when he weighs it
so as he can reach it.
And don't forget to stand
there after he pays you.
You forgot that last time, and
a penny's a penny, ain't it?
Well, I guess
I know it is.
Well, all right, then.
Three cents. That stuff's
worth more than that.
Shut up! I say what things
Who's next?
Hello, little girl.
Come on.
Shut up!
Shut up!
You done fine.
Nine cents.
Three, five, nine.
There you are,
an extra penny
because you're a nice,
little girl.
That's better. I sure wish
Nine and my
pinching penny.
Thirty-nine!
It's a pencil!
Give me one.
Twenty-six.
A pen wiper.
Something you want,
little girl?
I'm merely looking,
thank you. I have a right.
I have money.
Step on a crack,
break your mother's back.
Here she comes!
Cheese it!
Neeley. Neeley,
we gotta go home!
Beat it!
Mama said.
Mama said!
Mama said!
I'll beat you!
No, you won't!
For heaven's sake.
Is it that late already?
Well, I guess I'll just let
these stairs go till later.
Four cents, Mom.
That's pretty good.
Dump the bucket, Neeley.
Mama, can I...
No. Dump the bucket
and bring it.
Today's the day for
the insurance collector
and I certainly don't want him
to catch me looking like this.
Hot, ain't it?
Yeah, but Christmas will
be here before you know it.
I got enough troubles
How's your sister
today, Henny?
Poorly, thank you.
Well, hello,
Flossie, dear.
Hello, Mrs. Nolan. Don't
you notice something?
You look like you
was feeling better,
much better.
Don't you, Francie?
No, I don't!
I don't!
Heat up the coffee
while I fix up.
Right there.
That's better.
Mom?
Yes, Neeley?
Mom, if there was a rule
about something,
that doesn't mean you couldn't
do something else once in a while.
Neeley, you cannot have any of those
pennies to buy an ice cream cone.
They go in the bank, the same as
usual. Bring them in here, Neeley.
Half of everything we get
goes into that bank.
That's the way it is and that's
the way it's gotta be, now.
Put 'em in there.
Gosh, I bet we got about
$100 in that old bank by now.
Nine's more like it.
Mama! Mama, they're cutting the tree!
Oh, that's too bad.
It was kind of pretty there with
birds sitting in it sometimes.
Papa loved that tree.
Quit mooning over it. It got
in the way of the washing.
A tree ain't gonna put
no pennies in the bank.
It's Mr. Barker.
Get out the good cup and
saucer and give it a wipe.
And, Francie, you can stay in the room,
if you want,
while Mr. Barker's here.
How do you do,
Mr. Barker?
How do you do,
Francie?
Mama is temporarily detained,
but will join you directly.
Hello, Neeley.
Hello.
Why, Francie, you got
manners right out of a book.
And company
or no company,
Mrs. Nolan always
looks the lady.
You should see
some of my people,
even ladies with husbands
that work steady.
Won't you go into the parlor
and have a cup of coffee?
That, I will. And your hospitality
is very kind, Mrs. Nolan.
Well, old man Gentry's
off to jail again.
That's too bad.
But she's keeping up his
insurance just the same.
And here's ours. Ten cents
for me, 10 cents for Mr. Nolan,
a nickel for each
of the children.
And you'll never
regret it, Mrs. Nolan.
A fine funeral for every member
of the family, heaven forbid.
And now your weekly
receipts, Mrs. Nolan.
Now there's one party
not far from here,
I wouldn't like to say who, that
didn't get no receipts this week.
And naming no names,
I will say
that it's a family
that the angel of death
has marked on his invitation
list. Heaven forbid.
Henny says his sister's
got one foot in the grave.
Neeley!
It'll mean Potter's Field, most likely.
Thank you, Francie.
Well, that's
what people get.
Wasting good money to give her
dresses instead of insurance.
Dresses that'll last
longer than she will.
All depends on what
folks thinks is important.
Papa says dresses...
That's right,
Mr. Barker.
It all depends on what
folks thinks is important.
And how is Mr. Nolan? Is
he working or not working?
Some tell me one thing, some
another. Of course, I don't listen.
Mr. Nolan, being a
singing waiter, Mr. Barker,
and what you might
call an artist,
his work don't come steady
like other people's.
But I'm sure you'll remember
when you talk to folks
that the Nolans have always
paid their insurance on the dot.
You surely don't
think I go around
spreading gossip about
my clients, Mrs. Nolan.
Sure not. And how's
my mother, Mr. Barker?
In the prime, Mrs.
Nolan. Fine as can be.
And she says to tell
you she'll be over...
Over tonight,
same as usual.
And I trust you're pleased
with the news about your sister.
Just which news do you mean, Mr. Barker?
Well, now, she must be saving
it to surprise you with tonight
when the family's
all here together.
I'd take it kindly if
you told me what you mean.
Well, I trot around, same as
usual, to collect her weekly dime
and what do you
think happens?
Well, sir, she gives me two dimes.
Yes, sir,
she's done it again.
She's got herself
a brand-new husband.
Oh, no!
Well, now, I suppose you mean
about her still being married.
I don't mind saying I had
the same thought myself.
But I'm sure
it must be all right.
She must have made
some arrangement.
I'm quite sure she did,
Mr. Barker.
Does she call
this one Bill, too?
and do the marketing.
Go on. Take some money from the cup
and get a five-cent soup
bone off of Hassler's.
Don't get the chopped meat
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