Mr. Brooks

Laurie: -better?

Theodore Laurence, you cannot escape your lessons forever! (pause), what is- that?

Laurie: It’s the neighbors little girl, Brooks.

-Hello, uh- Neighbor’s Little Girl./ Have you- hurt, or…

Amy: I am NOT a little girl, I’m NOT-

All right- just bring her to her parents-

Amy: I AM A FULL GROWN WOMAN!

(seeing Laurie does not have it handled) Theodore, you have Latin!

Meg: Please excuse us. (Meg shuts the door; the slam brings Brooks back to life)

Brooks. John Brooks.

Jo: If she’s the damsel in distress, you must be the knight in shining armor?

Theodore! Latin..(reminding himself) Latin!

Mrs. Mingott: Ooop!

Madame. (take Meg)

Laurie: No, no- you lead!

(help bring in an injured Meg, set her on the couch)

Brooks-we were just-

Theodore! WHERE are your SHOES?

Jo: Race! (the two run off-stage)

Miss March, I must have given you a wrong turn in the dance, it’s my leg-

(Meg starts to cry)

(kneel down), -nobody’s evening was ruined-

Meg: Pardon me?

And I don’t think you ever could be too vain-

(Meg finally puts on her glasses and looks at you)

About your looks. (lock eyes for the rest of that scene)

Amy: -and CHRISTMAS! (scene change)

Freestyle Latin lesson with Laurie in the top stage right corner for 20 seconds.

Jo: Your fingers are going to fall off!

(cross the room to the opposite side, where Meg is) Miss March. (stare at her for a moment) Merry Christmas.

Meg: Oh. Um. Merry Chr-

Would you- would you like to dance?

Meg: ..Now?

There’s music.

Jo: CHRISTMAS music, Brooks.

(still holding out hand to Meg) I’d like to try again.

Jo: Oh my God.

I’m sorry, you’re- it’s- I’ll (go)-

Mr. Brooks.-I hope that-(starts to cry..) our father will be better soon, and you-

Miss March, please don’t cry.

Meg: -and you may be back about your business quickly- I’m Sorry-

I mean- you may cry, if you like, I just-

Meg: It’s just, my papa

I would do anything to. To help. You do know that, Miss March?

Meg: Call me Meg.

(She gives you her hand, you kiss it, and press it to your hot cheek). She stands still.

Jo: Forget him! It never happened! Stuffy old-(you enter) Brooks..

Meg-I’m. I’m sorry, I’ve been working so hard, and I was very- cruel, very-.

Jo: Stiff?

Rigid, yes- unfeeling, very-

Stuffy?

Very stuffy. Please come home, Meg. I need you. The Babies need you.