All language subtitles for Road to Avonlea - 2x04 - Of Corsets, Secrets and True True Love

(crickets chirping)

(loon calls)

(light music)

(upbeat instrumental music)

(playful music)

- [Rachel] Oh, oh, if this
tooth gets any worse Marilla,

the next funeral you go to will be mine.

- [Marilla] This is the first time

I've ever been late for a funeral.

- This camera is really a piece of work.

- Look, Ms. Cuthbert and Mrs. Lynde.

- [Olivia] I wonder where they're off to.

Ow!

- This bad tooth is poisoning
my system, that's what.

I heard a fella in East Grafton

turned green from head
to toe with a bad tooth.

Keeled over, never knew what hit him.

- I won't let you keel over, Rachel.

- It's not in your hands, Marilla.

This tooth is a visitation
from providence, that's what.

It's a sign that the end is near.

A person in my condition
can get a real bad chill

riding in the open air
like this in the rain.

- It's summer and it's warm, Rachel.

You will not get a chill.

- Mary Keith caught a chill,

and now we're going to her funeral.

- Mary Keith died of consumption.

- Galloping consumption,
which started with a chill.

Everything is foreordained.

I always said that Mary Keith
would die young, and she did.

Them skinny kinda girls

is the first to perish, mark my words.

- Then you have nothing
to fret about, Rachel.

You'll probably live to a ripe old age.

(playful music)

- [Minister] Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.

- A plain pine casket's
a disgrace, that's what.

A body would get slivers
just laying in it.

If you ask my opinion,

it's a shameful way to meet your maker.

(light music)

- Oh Dora.

There, there David.

- My condolences Ms. Cuthbert.
- Thank you.

- Forgive the intrusion,
Mr. Silas Drabble,

undertaker by profession.

Are you perchance a
relative of the deceased?

- Ah no, but I'm best
friend of a relative.

Ms. Cuthbert, that's her over
there talking to the minister.

Mrs. Rachel Lynde of Avonlea,

pleased to meet your
acquaintance Mr. Babel.

- Drabble.
- Oh, Drabble.

- Thank you Mrs. Lynde.

Unfortunate circumstances indeed,

but one must face life's
vicissitudes and carry on.

- Isn't it true?

One never knows.

- Ah yes, I represent the
Lasting Memorial Casket Company.

We provide complete service.

Caskets, stone, epitaph,
most reasonable prices.

May it never come to pass of course,

but should you require my
services, my card madam.

- Oh.

(light music)

(frog croaking)

- Gentlemen.

- Hey, don't put my mommy down there!

Let me go!

- Davey, gracious providence.

Get that frog out of
your poor mother's grave!

- I want my mom to have
something to play with in Heaven.

- Oh Davey.
- Davey, Dora, time to leave.

Quick now.

- Mrs. Wiggins, I understood

that their Uncle Willie was
coming to take them out west.

(Mrs. Wiggins laughs)

- Them lumberjacks?

They'd be late for their own funeral.

Willie's coming for 'em in two weeks.

- But I'm not going!

Let go, I want my mama.

- I said I'd take them 'til he gets here.

It's the least I can do
as a Christian neighbor.

- Mrs. Wiggins, it's very kind of you,

but if ever you feel
I can help in any way,

I'm in Green Gables over in Avonlea.

- Stop pulling my arm
and let go of my sister.

- The louder you scream,
the harder I yank.

Goodbye Ms. Cuthbert, nice to meet you.

(solemn music)

- [Rachel] There, there.

Mary's at peace now.

- I should've done something.

I am a blood relative.

- Now don't you go getting
any notions, Marilla Cuthbert.

Utter nonsense, don't interfere.

Uncle Willie will be here in
no time, so stop fretting.

- You're probably right.

- We better start before
the dampness sets in.

No point courting arthritis.

Once your bones go bad on ya,

you're in a real pickle, make no mistake.

- Goodbye Mary, God rest your soul.

(light music)

(birds chirping)

- Oh, my cheek's swelling
up good and proper now.

Plain feverish.

Ruby Gillis went downhill
fast once the fever took.

She was as dead as a
doornail in three days flat.

- Well, here comes the Harrison pig again.

- I can't abide that animal.

It's forever looking for scraps.

Still, I can't help thinking about

poor Mary Keith's plain pine casket.

Looked naked as a jaybird
without so much as a cover on it.

Now, what was that fellow's name?

Dibbles?

Dabble?

I wonder what oak costs.

- Tear up that card, Rachel,
you don't need a casket.

- Oh!

- Nobody ever died of a toothache,

and if it's aching that much,
go see Dr. Blair and pull it.

- Pull it?

Never.

The Lyndes have all died

with a full set of their
own teeth, and so will I.

Olivia King and Sara Stanley.

What are they doing here?

- They've come to photograph you.

- Photograph me?

- Some article about local
talent in the newspaper.

When they questioned me in town,

I told them that you had
started the first church choir.

- Well I look a wreck, I
haven't even got my corset on.

- Then go put your corset on.

- Marilla Cuthbert, you are so used to

ordering people around you
should've been a general.

(playful music)

- [Sara] Good morning Ms. Cuthbert.

- [Olivia] Hello.

- [Sara] I hear Mrs. Lynde will be singing

at the church picnic this year.

- Rachel always fancied she'd
be a famous singer one day.

- She did?

What happened?

- Oh, Thomas Lynde proposed
and swept her away.

- She gave up her career for true love?

- Something like that.

- [Rachel] Marilla, I need you up here!

(sighs)

- Excuse me, ladies.

I'll be right back.

Why don't you rummage in the storeroom?

Rachel has some old choir pictures there

stored in her hope
chest, and please ladies,

do not mention Mrs. Lynde's swollen face.

She's awful testy lately.

Never been sick a day in her life.

Now she's got a toothache she
thinks it's the end of her.

- [Rachel] Marilla, where
have you put my corset?

- [Marilla] Coming, Rachel.

(light music)

- What about this one?

- [Sara] I'll bet Mrs. Lynde

hasn't open this box for a hundred years.

- Oh, look.

A picture of Rachel when she was young.

She was quite pretty in her day, whoops.

Sara, what are you doing?

- There's something else behind here.

Look Aunt Olivia, a lock
of hair in the letter.

How utterly romantic.

Look, it's Mr. Lynde.

To my beauteous, Rachel.

- Beauteous?

Sara, this does not look
a bit like Thomas Lynde.

- Oh, you caught a bit of skin that time.

- I wouldn't refer to it as skin.

It's fat.

Oh, will you suck in that stomach?

- It's your eyesight.

You're too stubborn to admit it,

but you can't see a thing
in front of your face.

And don't think I haven't
noticed, because I have.

You're squinting.

- Oh look, there's an
old songbook dated 1867.

The Touring Evangelical Choir?

Evangelists in Avonlea? (laughs)

Someone's drawn a little heart

with the initials A.D. inside.

A.D., who could that be?

- A heart, A.D.,

a dried rose, well now.

I suspect there's more to
Mrs. Lynde than meets the eye.

(laughs)

- [Olivia and Sara] One, two, three.

- Oh.
- Thank you, Mrs. Lynde.

- Oh, I'm glad that's over.

How did I look?

- Oh, you looked fine, Mrs. Lynde.

It's the camera I'm worried about.

Jasper Dale has shown me a
thousand times how to use this,

but I'm just all thumbs
with mechanical equipment.

- Mrs. Lynde, Aunt Olivia
and I were just wondering,

what exactly was The Touring...

(stutters)

- Evangelical.
- Evangelical Choir?

Was this young man a member of it?

- Kindly hand that over, Sara Stanley.

- I don't suppose that you'd
care to comment on what

the initials A.D. stand for,
Mrs. Lynde, for the article?

- Marilla Cuthbert!

- Oh, perhaps we best be going, Sara.

Thank you for your hospitality,
Marilla, Mrs. Lynde.

- [Marilla] Goodbye, ladies.

- They found his picture.

How could you let them
snoop in my private papers?

- How was I supposed to know
that you kept his picture?

- Well, I did.

Lets hope we've heard the last of it.

Well, come and help me
off with the corset.

Feels like my liver's shoved
clean into my stomach.

(playful music)

- [Sara] And when we
mentioned the initials A.D.

she almost exploded.

- Dear, why that'd be Ambrose Dimsdale.

Yes, the Reverend Ambrose Dimsdale

and his Touring
Evangelical Choir. (laughs)

My, that's a name from the past.

Caused quite a stir in his day, he did.

You say Rachel Lynde is close
mouthed about it, is she?

My, my, wonder what she's hiding.

- Wouldn't it be fascinating to find out

all about the Touring Evangelical Choir?

- Any reporter worth her salt

would have to insist on
tracking down that story.

So, it's best you do it.

Let me know what you find out.

(playful music)

- Whoa.

- If this tooth doesn't
kill me, not eating will.

Oh, shoo that pig away.

It's becoming a real pest.

- Finish your tea, Rachel,

and do stop harping on about dying.

- [Rachel] I'll harp on about dying

as long as I'm alive, Marilla.

- [Silas] Good morning, Madam.

- Good grief.

- Silas Drabble, at your service.

- Rachel Lynde, what is he doing here?

- I wrote to him, inquiring the
price of a real nice casket.

- In my line of work, Mrs. Lynde,

one never knows if one may be too late.

So rather than reply by post,
I took the liberty of calling.

- Well, that's right
kind of you, Mr. Drabble.

Come in, take off your
things, and have some tea.

- Oh no, dear lady,
business before pleasure.

Now, if you will stand
still, Ms. Cuthbert,

I need your height and width size.

- [Rachel] Oh go on, Marilla.

Mr. Drabble has come all
the way from Carmody.

- My dear man, I will not
be measured for a casket.

- Now Marilla, you know
you're close with a dollar.

So I thought we might get a better deal

if we bought two together.

Well, it'll save a pretty penny

and you won't be ashamed
at your own funeral.

- I am not ready to die
yet, and neither are you.

- I recommend our oak casket
number 353, hand carved.

50 cents a month for five years

or until you die, whichever comes sooner.

- Well, now that's a very
good price for solid oak,

wouldn't you agree, Marilla?

- And your choice of
satin linings, no charge.

Yellow, pink or mauve.

- I look better in mauve.

Now, Mr. Drabble, I've given
this a good deal of thought,

I want to be laid out in my lace shawl

and my watered silk
with the pearl buttons.

I've polished my shoes,

they're wrapped in a cloth
at the back of my cupboard,

and I want you to promise me

not to let anyone crimp my hair.

I can't abide crimping on a corpse.

- Rachel Lynde, have you
taken leave of your senses?

You're planning your funeral
when all you need to do

is go to Dr. Blair and have
that fool tooth yanked out.

(pig squealing)

- Oh, gracious providence!

It's that fool pig again.

He's eating our gladiolus.

I'll get that pig!

- [Davey] I don't want
to live anywhere else.

I want to go home and
wait for Uncle Willie.

- I can't tolerate another
minute of this boy.

He is your blood relation.

Now, I am prepared to keep Dora.

But, you have simply got to keep

this Davey brat 'til Uncle Willie comes.

He's eating me out of house and home.

He broke my best platter, and this morning

he yanked the feathers out
of my priced rooster's tail.

He's gotta go, and that's that!

- You can't separate Dora and me.

Mama said we've gotta
look after each other.

- The two of them together is impossible.

Dora, come on.

- Oh please, let Davey stay with me.

- They can't stay here.

- Mr. Drabble, no one in this house

is going to buy a casket.

- Say, what's the matter with your face?

You're all puffed up like a pumpkin.

- Don't even think of
taking in these children.

Orphans are dangerous.

Remember that boy at the
asylum that used to suck eggs?

They couldn't get him
to stop no matter what.

Is that what you want?

Oh I know, Anne Shirley
turned out to be right smart,

but that was then and this is now.

I'm warning you, don't press your luck.

- Good day, madam.

You will be requiring Silas
Drabble sooner or later.

In the end, everyone does.

- [Davey] Hey mister,
can you take me home?

- Anne Shirley was the best thing

that happened to Matthew and me.

I will not turn my back
on Mary's children.

Mrs. Wiggins, thank you
for all your kindness.

I'll take both the children.

Davey and Dora will stay at Green Gables

until their Uncle Willie comes.

Davey!

Right here.

- [Mrs. Wiggins] Good luck to you both.

They're a real handful, good day.

- Well, of all the things that
ever were or ever will be.

(light music)

- Say, that's a real
nice pig, Aunt Marilla.

Can I let him in?

- No, you cannot, and call me
Ms. Cuthbert, and sit down.

- Pigs and frogs don't eat

at the same kitchen table as people.

Your Uncle Willie won't
take to frogs on his table.

- Oh, he won't care.

He lets his dog eat off his plate.

(frog croaking)

- Davey, put the frog away.

Another piece of chicken, Dora?

- No, thank you, Ms. Cuthbert.

- Thank you, Marilla.

I noticed you didn't offer me any more.

- Davey, pass the potatoes to Mrs. Lynde.

- Why?

She's already had three helpings.

- Pass them.

- Mrs. Lynde, may I
please call you granny?

- No, you may not.

I am not your granny.

- How come you never smile, Mrs. Lynde?

- I smile when there's something funny.

So far, nothing at this table is funny.

(playful music)

- Davey, what are you doing down there?

- [Davey] I dropped my frog.

- Thank you for the supper, Ms. Cuthbert.

Mama couldn't afford chicken
and potatoes, and two desserts.

I'll help you with dessert, Aunt Marilla.

- Well, it looks as if I
should get my own ginger tea,

since you're so busy, Marilla.

I'll take leave of this carnival.

You can bring it to me upstairs.

(Rachel shouts)

(Marilla gasps)

- Oh Rachel, what happened?

What is it?

Are you all right?

Davey, did you do that?

Davey, you apologize to
Mrs. Lynde this minute!

- I only wanted to make her laugh,

because she said nothing was funny.

Wasn't it funny falling on her fanny?

- No, it wasn't the least bit funny.

Now off to bed with you, march.

(lighthearted music)

Davey, are you in bed yet?

- I got a loose tooth,
want to see it wiggle?

- No, I do not want to see it wiggle.

I want you to go and sit on that bed,

and I want you to listen to me.

Mrs. Lynde is a long time friend of mine.

Not only did you hurt her feelings,

but you could've broken her
leg with that silly trick.

- Well, I'm sorry I did it.

I only wanted to make her happy.

- Being sorry isn't good enough.

You'll have to pray to
God for forgiveness.

- I ain't talking to God no more.

- Davey Keith, what a wicked thing to say!

- He don't listen to little children.

He don't think we're important.

- That's not true.

Where did you get such an idea?

- He took my mama away.

If he thought me and Dora was important,

why'd he go and do it?

I wanna know.

- Well, God works in mysterious ways.

You must keep talking to him,

tell him what you're thinking.

- If He won't tell me what he's thinking,

why should I tell him what I'm thinking?

- Well, we can't discuss
it now, it's too late,

and I want you to promise me
that you're going to behave.

- I promise.

(light instrumental music)

- You remember to be good boy.

Goodnight David.

- Shh, can't you see I'm sleeping?

(light instrumental music)

- That boy needs a birch
switch took to his bottom.

- Rachel, I have never known you

to be backward about speaking your mind.

- It's inconsiderate, that's what.

We're not safe in our beds.

I'm plain exhausted, and I
won't get a wink of sleep

from worrying what he will do next.

And here you are, waiting
on them hand and foot.

Mark my words, Marilla.

If you go soft on the children,

you'll have the suffering of it.

- Rachel, they are only staying

until Uncle Willie comes to get them.

- Uncle Willie, who lets
the dog eat off his plate?

Davey Keith has the makings

of his Uncle Willie, that's what.

It wouldn't surprise me one bit

to catch that boy barking at the moon.

- Rachel, you're only
overwrought about your tooth.

Now, you go to bed,

and you'll feel much
better in the morning.

- Provided I'm alive in
the morning, goodnight.

- Dora, not asleep yet?

There, now.

You go to sleep.

- Before she died,

my mother used to give
me a kiss every night.

(light instrumental music)

- Now you sleep tight, Dora.

- I saw something.

I dreamed I was chased all around my bed

by a fearful ghost with a
big layer cake for a head.

- Fiddlesticks, there are no ghosts.

- Can I sleep here with you and Dora?

- Oh no, I can tell you're a kicker.

Now, you be a brave boy
and go back to your bed.

- Well, I will.

But, maybe I need a hug.

(light instrumental music)

- Come here.

Oh Davey, there, there.

You'll wake up Dora.

Davey,

I know how much you must miss your mother.

- She was awful sick,

and she told me she was glad to die,

and that I should be good.

But it's so hard to be good all the time.

Why doesn't Mrs. Lynde
like me, Ms. Marilla?

- Well, I think she would like you

if you were kinder to her.

Poor Mrs. Lynde, she
isn't herself these days.

- Who is she then?

- Well, that's just a manner of speaking.

It's her tooth, if she'd
just have it pulled out.

- Why doesn't she then?

- If you must know, I think she's afraid,

and that's why you must think
of ways to be nicer to her.

All right, go back to bed. (laughs)

Oh good, off you go.

- Cross my heart and
hope to die, Ms. Marilla,

I'll be so good, you're
not gonna know it's me.

(light instrumental music)

Thank you, Aunt Marilla,

for buying me and Dora these new clothes.

- [Marilla] You're welcome, Davey.

- Oh my, Marilla certainly
has her hands full

with those two Keith children.

- Not to mention Mrs. Lynde and her tooth.

- Oh Sara, I think Hetty's
led us on a wild goose chase,

Ambrose Dimsdale.

- Aunt Olivia, it says right here

that the Reverend Ambrose Dimsdale

and his choir sang to a full house

at the First Presbyterian
Church in Summerside.

- And this paper's only four years old.

- He could still be alive.

- And if he is, somebody
must know his whereabouts.

- Aunt Hetty did say we should
get to the bottom of this.

- Bad things come in threes.

The first was that boy,
number two, Ambrose Dimsdale.

- No.

- For all the world to gawk
at in the Avonlea Chronicle.

I would've happily taken my
broken heart to the grave,

but you had to prompt
Olivia King's curiosity.

- Rachel, I never--

- I could've been Mrs. Ambrose Dimsdale

if you hadn't forced me
to marry Thomas Lynde.

I've always been faithful
to his memory poor soul,

but I was never happy.

- Thomas Lynde worshiped the
ground that you walked upon.

He loved you more than
anything else in the world.

- Nobody loved me like Ambrose Dimsdale.

I should never, never have
listened to you, Marilla!

I've cried myself to sleep
over him for years now.

(light instrumental music)

(glass shatters)

And that likely, is number three.

- [Marilla] Davey Keith!

- Ow!

(Rachel scoffs)

This here is for you, Mrs. Lynde.

It's a present.

Ms. Marilla says you're scared
to get your tooth pulled.

So I figured I'd show you ain't so bad.

You can keep it.

- I wouldn't touch your tooth for fear

of being poisoned by the devil himself.

- Take the tooth for heaven sakes, Rachel.

The child is only trying to--

- Oh, look at the mirror,
seven years bad luck!

- Now don't stuff his head
with superstitious nonsense.

If it's an accident,

then there's nothing left
to do but to clean it up.

- Oh, Ms. Marilla, it weren't no accident.

I did it so as you'd come
up here and pull my tooth.

- I'm telling you Marilla, the
child is without conscience.

- What's a conscience?

(sighs)

- Your conscience is inside here.

- Where?

I can't see it.

- It's like God, you can't see him either.

Your conscience is what makes you feel bad

when you've done something wrong.

- But what good is it, if
it gets you into trouble?

But I'm gonna try from now on.

If I can't find my conscience in here,

I'm going to the outhouse

and have a real good look out there

'cause maybe I lost it doing my business.

- Whoa, you'll do nothing of the kind.

Now you sit right down on this bed.

Don't you talk, don't move, don't breathe.

- It's a lost cause.

- Stay.

(light instrumental music)

- Say, I was thinking,
where do babies come from?

I wanna know.

- Babies come from the catalog.

- Hey, what's that?

- That's a bandage for fat people.

- What kind of fat?

Where does the fat go after
you put the bandage on?

- Hm, it's magic.

The fat just goes, poof!

And disappears.

- Poof?

- Poof.

- [Olivia] Ms. Cuthbert!

- [Marilla] Sara, Olivia.

- By all rights, I
shouldn't talk to you two.

- Now, Mrs. Lynde, there's
been a misunderstanding.

- A misunderstanding my foot!

I want you to print a retraction

in your paper, Olivia
King, and I want it quick!

(sighs)

- Mrs. Lynde, I can't make a retraction.

I didn't even put your name in it.

- You mentioned Ambrose Dimsdale,

and you stirred up a hornet's nest.

I want you to clear my
name, is that clear?

- We didn't come about
the paper, Mrs. Lynde.

We came about the doctor.

- The doctor?

What do you mean?

- Now I don't want you
getting all worked up, Rachel,

but I got sick and tired

of you complaining about your tooth.

So I went to Dr. Blair and
asked him to have a look at it.

Sara will stay here at the house

and mind the children while we're in town.

- You arranged?

You are forever arranging my life!

(playful music)

Well, I won't go.

Wild horses couldn't drag me there,

and that is my final word on the subject!

(playful music)

- Now, now, Rachel.

It will just take a minute.

- Courage now, Rachel.

Dr. Blair knows what he's doing.

- You know, I once had a tooth pulled

right at the back of my jaw.

Of course, you know I was
much better off after that.

- All good people go to heaven, Davey.

- Where is heaven, Sara?

I want to know.

- Up there, somewhere.

- Do you think our mother is up there?

- I'm sure she is, Dora.

- I was wondering, if they
stuck our mother in the ground,

how'd she get up to heaven, Sara?

- I imagine she climbed a golden staircase

and flew the rest of the
way on her angel wings.

- I wonder how much them angel wings cost,

'cause I wanna go to Heaven

and tell my mother to come home.

- Oh, Davey.

I used to want the same
thing when my mother died.

I used to think I could
find her, somewhere.

Then I realized I could only
speak to her in my heart.

It's magical when that happens.

- Magic?

Hey, is your heart near
your conscience, Sara?

I've been looking everywhere
for my conscience.

Do you believe in magic?

- Oh Davey. (laughs)

I can't think on an empty stomach.

Lets go get some
sandwiches, I'll race you!

(laughing)

(playful music)

- [Davey] Dora, wait.

- [Dora] Davey, what are you doing?

- Dora, I figured out how to
get Mrs. Lynde to like me.

She can't stand the pig,

so we're going to make that
old pig disappear, poof!

Like magic, come on.

We gotta get the corset.

(playful music)

Don't move, Mr. Pig, wait!

(pig squealing)

- Davey!

(pig squealing)

(energetic music)

Davey, Dora!

- I got you now, pig!

I'm gonna get you, pig!

I really mean it!
- Davey!

- Hold still, hold still, I gotcha!

(chickens squawking)

Whoa!

- Poof, Poof, poof, poof.

- Hey Davey, come back here.

Davey!

(pig squealing)

- I'm not going in there.
- Oh come on.

- [Sara] Come back here, you beast.

- Good lord in heaven.

- [Sara] Come back, wait!

(playful music)

- I tried to make the pig disappear

so Mrs. Lynde would like me,

but you told a whopper, Ms. Marilla.

You said the corset was magic

because it made the fat go poof.

It didn't make the pig go poof.

- Davey, I never meant anything so stupid.

I can't believe this.
- Oh!

- Calm down, Rachel, just calm down.

- I'll never get this tooth pulled now.

I can't show my face in town ever again.

I am so humiliated.

This is the last straw.

- Mrs. Lynde, I wanna know how come--

- You want to know, you want to know.

If your tongue wasn't
hinged in the middle,

my life wouldn't be in ruins!

- Rachel, simmer down.

- I have made up my mind.

Either you get rid of these
two godforsaken children,

or I am leaving.

- Don't be ridiculous, Rachel.

- When I put my hand to the
plow, I don't turn back.

And don't give me any nonsense

about Uncle Willie turning up.

He's probably locked in
an asylum, that's what!

I won't spend another
night under the same roof

with these two hooligans,
and that is final!

(knocking)

- Telegram, Ms. Cuthbert.

I got here as fast as I could.

- Thank you, Angus.

- It's from out in British
Columbia, from Cousin Willie.

He says that he's--

- I can read it myself, thank you Angus.

Well, if they'd make the
print a little bit bigger.

Rachel, read it to me.

- Dear Mrs. Wiggins, I can't
look after the children, stop.

I'll be back as soon as I can, stop.

Willie, stop.

- Good grief.

- I knew it, we're stuck with them.

We better put them out for adopting.

- I can't do that.

(Angus clears throat)

- Well, if Willie isn't coming,
I suppose I better be going.

- Either that boy goes, or I go.

I will move to Mrs.
Biggins' boarding house.

It's me or him, because
if I see that boy again,

I'll tar and feather him.

(solemn music)

- I'll get you cleaned up, come on.

You can't ask me to choose

between you and blood relations, Rachel.

(light instrumental music)
(birds chirping)

- Mrs. Lynde!

Mrs. Lynde!

Look, I printed a retraction

in the paper just like you wanted it.

- Olivia King regrets to inform her public

that Mrs. Rachel Lynde does not wish

to disclose any further information

about the Reverend Ambrose Dimsdale.

- I knew it, where there's
smoke there's fire.

- How dare you?

I'm going to sue you for Habeas Corpus.

- Habeas Corpus?

What's that go to do with anything?

- Plenty, I read them Boston papers.

I read them murder trials.

They're forever suing one
another for Habeas Corpus

and that is what I'm going to do!

(light instrumental music)

Mrs. Biggins, I need a room.

- What a can of worms!

Now we have people writing to
us from all over the island

telling us about the Reverend Dimsdale.

- This lady says she remembers

when the Reverend was courting Mrs. Lynde,

and trying to get her to
join his touring choir.

- Oh, what am I gonna do, Hetty?

If Rachel sues, I could lose my job.

- Rachel's behaving like a fool, as usual.

I suppose I'm partially to blame.

I'm the one who egged you
on about Ambrose Dimsdale.

I'll go and talk some sense into Rachel.

(birds chirping)

- Well children, I never dreamed

when I took you into my heart

that I would lose my best
friend because of it.

- It's all my fault,
ain't it, Ms. Marilla?

I make a mess of
everything, 'cause I'm bad.

- Mrs. Wiggins said if
you spit in your shoe

at midnight every night
you won't be bad no more.

- Well, I'm going straight to bed

and start spitting right away.

- Davey Keith, if I ever hear
of you spitting in your shoe,

you'll be sorry you ever
heard of Mrs. Wiggins.

and you are not bad, Davey.

You just simply haven't
learned good sense yet.

I...

(light instrumental music)

I just can't look after you.

I'll arrange to have somebody

who is better suited to take care of you.

(light instrumental music)

- Is this how you want to spend

the rest of your life, Rachel Lynde?

Miserable and alone,
here in a boarding house?

- Rachel, you're going to
have that tooth extracted.

- Extracted?

No, Hetty King you tricked me!

- Now, I want you to take a
drop of this, it's whiskey.

- Whiskey?

No, I can't.

I'm a temperance woman.

- And I'm a doctor, and this is medicinal,

and you're going to do as you're told.

(light instrumental music)

- Now Rachel, there.

- All right.

- Oh, excuse me, I'm looking
for a Mrs. Rachel Lynde.

I saw her name in this here newspaper.

- Oh dear, I'm sorry.

She's very indisposed at the moment.

- Aunt Olivia, Aunt Olivia.

There are dozens of women
looking for Mrs. Lynde.

- I'm looking for Mrs. Rachel Lynde.

I understand she lives nearby.

- Oh yes, she's staying at
the Biggins Boarding House,

but I can't imagine that
she's up to company right now.

Oh, why don't you talk to
those ladies over there?

They're looking for her as well.

- [Woman] Excuse me, I'm
looking for Mrs. Rachel Lynde.

I saw her name in this here newspaper.

- [Woman] You're looking for Mrs. Lynde?

I'm looking for Mrs. Lynde too.

- [Woman] Excuse me, I'm
looking for Mrs. Rachel Lynde?

- [Rachel] Ow!

- [Dr. Blair] Now that's
all there is to it, Rachel.

- Well now, that wasn't half bad.

I don't suppose I can have
another dose of this? (laughs)

For medicinal purposes?

- Oh, I don't think that'll be necessary.

Now, here's your tooth.
- Oh.

- In a couple of days you'll be fine.

- [Woman] You're looking for Mrs. Lynde?

I'm looking Mrs. Lynde too.
- I'm Mrs. Dimsdale.

- [Woman] I beg your pardon,
you're Mrs. Dimsdale?

I'm Mrs. Dimsdale.

- Excuse me, but my name is Mrs. Dimsdale.

- [All] Mrs. Ambrose Dimsdale.

- [Dr. Blair] Now Rachel, I'll be around

in a few days to make
sure you're all right.

- Doctor.
- Thank you, Hetty.

- All those ladies down there

are looking for Ambrose Dimsdale.

He must've married every
woman on the island!

- Doesn't surprise me,
I knew it all along.

- You did?

- Nothing gets by me, Olivia.

I was onto him from the very start.

Those ladies should take my advice

and pretend they never
knew him, that's what.

- [Hetty] I'll see you out.

- Ah, it's good to be alive. (laughs)

Now that the darn tooth is out,

I can't think why I made such
a fuss about it. (laughs)

(playful music)

Marilla Cuthbert, I was
wrong and I'm sorry.

Marilla Cuthbert,

we've known each other
too many years to, oh.

Marilla Cuthbert, we were both wrong.

- Now, remember to behave yourself, Davey.

It's very important that both of you

make a good impression on Ms.
Carpenter from the orphanage.

Here, let me see you.

- It's Mrs. Lynde!

She's come to tar and feather me!

(energetic music)

- [Rachel] Good grief,
we've lost one of them.

- Davey Keith, you get right back here.

- What on earth is the
matter with the child?

- Oh, he looks like as if
he's running from a ghost.

- Can I say something?

- No Dora, we have to find your brother.

- Well, I had forgotten
what it's like around here.

- Really?

Well, it's always interesting,
I'll warrant you that.

- But please, Ms. Cuthbert, Mrs. Lynde.

I think I know where he's going.

Look, he's up there!

- Davey, good lord.

What are you doing up there?

Davey, answer me.

- Sara said this was heaven.

So I come up here looking for
my ma, but she ain't here.

This ain't heaven at all.

- Davey Keith, you come
down here right now!

- Are you gonna tar and feather me now?

- Davey, I was dead wrong about you.

I want you, and so does Marilla.

I was so lonesome for all
of you I couldn't bear it.

Forgive me for being an old a crab apple.

Please, come home.

- Davey!

(Davey yells)

Oh, are you okay? (laughs)

- Ms. Cuthbert?

Ms. Carpenter, from the
orphanage in Charlottetown.

- Ah, yes.

You must excuse us.

We're not usually this disorganized.

- Ms. Cuthbert, I can
certainly see what you mean

about these children being a handful

for a woman your age to
try and raise by herself.

I'm certain I can find

a more suitable home for them, elsewhere.

- There is no need to throw her age

up in her face, my good woman.

Marilla Cuthbert is a
strong and capable woman,

and I, her life long
friend and loyal companion,

do not intent to sit idly by and watch

as she allows these children
to be given away to strangers.

I don't know what's gotten
into you lately, Marilla.

It's a good thing I'm back.

These children can stay right
where they belong, right here.

(light instrumental music)

(frog croaking)

I'm curious, Marilla.

How is it you knew that
Ambrose Dimsdale was married,

and you didn't tell me?

I want to know.

(laughs)

- I hadn't the heart to tell you.

I didn't want to hurt you.

- Well, I ain't one of them that's afraid

to admit when they've made a mistake.

You are a far better friend
than I deserve, that's what.

I just wish you'd saved
me 40 years of grief.

Worrying about the other
man's grass being greener.

(light music)

Good riddance to bad rubbish.

Forgive me Marilla, and I'll
spend the rest of my life

praying that Thomas forgives me.

If ever anybody loved me truly, he did.

- Stubborn as a mule you are, Rachel,

but when you left, I missed
you something terrible.

You're my very best friend,

and I'm pleased as punch that you're home.

- That's Mrs. Lynde's tooth, Davey.

- Davey Keith, don't do that!

(playful music)
(Davey gulps)

What is it, child?

What's the matter?

- Don't be mad.

I was only trying on Mrs. Lynde's tooth.

But you scared me,

and it went down my
throat and I swallowed it.

But I feel awful sorry.

You think it bumped into my
conscience on the way down?

Do you think I finally
found my conscience?

I want to know!

(light instrumental music)

(laughing)

(crickets chirping)

(loon calls)

(light instrumental music)