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Hyah!

Steam train whistles

music: "Ahead by a century" by tragically
hip ♪ first thing, we'd climb a tree ♪

♪ and maybe then we'd talk ♪

♪ or sit silently ♪

♪ and listen to our thoughts ♪

♪ with illusions of someday ♪

♪ cast in a golden light ♪

♪ no dress rehearsal ♪

♪ this is our life ♪

♪ you are ahead by a century ♪

♪ this is our life ♪
— ♪ you are ahead by a century ♪

You'll want to hurry and eat
if you're to meet the train on time.

She sighs
I pray this isn't foolishness...

But it's too late now.

We made a practical decision,
we'll just have to hope for the best.

With any luck, mrs Spencer
will have picked out a good one

a hard worker, and obedient,
like we asked for.

I couldn't tolerate a
lazy boy, a sullen boy.

No, I couldn't abide it and I wouldn't.

In spite of all the worry,
I'm relieved to know

you'll have a regular hand about the place.
You can't buy loyalty.

You coming in sometime today?

Matthew cuthbert, you must be in a state.

Since when do you sit at the table
without washing your hands?

She sighs heavily

let's not forget, you were the one
convinced of this plan.

You've been set on it since winter,
so there's no point fretting now.

Not that I disagree because I don't.

Will you be ready to set off
as soon as you're finished here?

I will.

You can bet it won't take long
for Rachel to come a—knocking.

Lord knows she's got a hunger for gossip
like a person starved.

Horse snorts

She sighs

Baby cries

baby screams

baby's screams echo

baby cbies

she slaps — Anne gasps

I told you to have their supper
on the table a half hour ago!

She needs her diaper changed,
mrs Hammond. The stew is almost ready.

Did you milk the cow? — no.

Not yet, but I——
— give her to me!

You want these children to starve to death?
Do something right for a change!

You're more trouble than you're worth.
Nothing but a miserable piece of trash!

She gasps

hurry up!

We'll see what mr Hammond has to say
about this when he gets home.

Dog barks

she gasps

are you quite alright, dear?

I like imagining better than remembering.

Why are the worst memories
the most insistent?

I wouldn't know. Try to rest.

"If all the world hated you,
and believed you wicked...

But your own conscience approved of you
and absolved you from guilt...

You would not be without friends."

I love Jane eyre, don't you?

I never met her.

I'm glad you've woken.

I have so many more questions for you
about green gables.

I'm sure you do.

Why do you suppose neither of the cuthberts
ever married?

Did either of them have a tragical romance?

It's none of our business.

But I'm bursting with curiosity!

Ah... shh.

Train whistle blows

Indistinct chatter

whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Afternoon.

Sir.

I just wonder if you could, uh, help me.
Is there a...?

Little girl? You didn't see her?

She's just outside. Wouldn't come in.
Darndest thing!

But, uh—...

Said she preferred to sit outside
because there was...

What was it now?

More "scope for the imagination."
That was it.

She's a case, I should say.
I heard her talkin' to herself out there.

But I—I'm not expecting a girl.

It's a boy... that I have come for.

Mrs Spencer was to bring him over
from the asylum for us.

Well, mrs Spencer got off the train
with that strange snippet

gave her into my charge,
said you'd be along for her, presently.

Well, that's all I know about it.

I haven't got any more orphans
concealed hereabouts.

I don't understand...

Well, I'm sure the girl will be only
too happy to tell you every little detail

of what happened.

She's got a tongue of her own,
that's for certain.

Good day to you.

I suppose you are Matthew cuthbert
of green gables?

Oh, I'm very glad to see you, I was beginning
to be afraid that you weren't coming

and I was imagining all the things
that might've happened to prevent you.

I'd made up my mind that if you didn't
come for me, I'd... go down the track

to that big, wild cherry tree
and climb up into it and stay all night.

I wouldn't be a bit afraid

and it would be lovely to just sleep
in a tree all white with bloom

in the moonshine, don't you think?

I can also imagine that I'm already
a disappointment to you.

I'm aware that I'm not much to look at,
but even though I'm thin, I'm very strong.

I want you to know that I'm forever
grateful that you're adopting me.

You're a sight for sore eyes, mr cuthbert.

You best come along.
Er, ahem, I'll take your bag.

Oh, I can carry it. It isn't heavy.

I've got all my worldly goods in it,
but it isn't heavy.

And if it isn't carried a certain way,
it falls right open so I'd better keep it.

I've come to know the exact knack of it.

I am ecstatic beyond measures that
I'm going to belong to you and your sister.

Ecstatic.

I've never belonged to anybody before.

I mean, you and your sister are practically
the stuff of fiction.

Two hard—working decent people, lonely
all their lives in their silent house

longing for the love of a child...

And I will strive to be just the best
daughter that anybody could ever have.

I'm sure that I can do it.

To be honest,
I haven't had much experience at it.

I'm not usually brought into the house
to be a daughter, so...

You can well imagine what a blessing
this is and how much my heart is lifted.

And I've given it a lot of thought
and I am determined that I shall be

obedient and dutiful
and yet—yet lively enough

so as to lighten up the place
after you've lived for so many years

without the delights of a happy child
and the scope of her imagination.

Have you always wanted a daughter?

Always in your heart of hearts?

I read once that

"a daughter is a little girl
who grows up to be a friend."

And it—it gives my heart a thrill
to even say it aloud.

Oh, isn't she lovely?

What's her name? — he sighs

er... that's, um...

Mare.

She doesn't have a name?

But the right name is so important.

She looks to me like her name is belle.

Hello, belle. You are a beauty,
and I am sure we'll be great friends.

Mare. He clicks his tongue

bye, tree!

That cherry tree is my first friend
here on the island.

What did that cherry tree,
all white and Lacy, make you think of?

Well, now, um... I dunno.

Anne: Why, a bride, of course!
A bride all in white with a misty veil.

I've never seen one,
but I imagine what she would look like.

I never expect to be a bride myself,
I'm so homely.

Nobody would ever want to marry me,
unless he was a foreign missionary.

I suppose a foreign missionary
mightn't be very particular.

But I do hope someday I shall have
a white dress with beautiful puff sleeves.

It is my highest ideal of earthly bliss.

Am I talking too much?

People are always telling me that I do and
it seems to cause no end of aggravation.

Would you rather I didn't talk?
If you say so, I'll stop.

I can stop when I make up my mind to it,
although it's difficult.

I don't mind.

I'm so glad.

I know that you and I
are gonna get along together just fine.

It's such a relief to
talk when one wants to

and not be told that children
should be seen and not heard.

I've had that said to me
a million times if I have once.

People would laugh at me
because I use big words, but...

But they're exciting
and descriptive words like...

Like "enraptured" and "glorious".

If you have big ideas, you have to use
big words to express them, haven't you?

Well, uh...

I suppose so. — for example...

"I am enraptured by
this glorious landscape!"

Careful now. Careful.

She knocks

afternoon, Rachel.
I've put the kettle on.

Won't you sit down?

I don't want to interrupt
if you're expecting company.

Oh, we've got plenty of time.
Matthew won't be back for several hours.

I took quite a fright
when I saw Matthew starting off today.

I can imagine.

Well, I couldn't imagine what might
cause him to leave his crop

in the middle of the afternoon.

I was fearful he'd gone to call
for the doctor.

Oh, I'm quite well. — oh!

What a relief.

Oh...

She sighs
of course, now that I have time to think...

It wouldn't make sense for Matthew to take
the time to put on his best set of clothes

had there been an emergency.

No, it wouldn't.

No, indeed.

Oh, for heaven's sake, marilla!

Matthew's gone to the train station
at bright river.

Oh... well, well.

Bright river?

He's fetching a hired hand?

Yes and no.

We're adopting a boy from the orphan asylum
in Nova Scotia and he's arriving today.

Matthew's gone to fetch him.

Marilla cuthbert, if you'd told me
that Matthew was meeting a...

Kangaroo from Australia,
I couldn't be more surprised.

An orphan boy?

What on earth put such a notion
into your head?

Because I'm gonna tell you plain,
you're doing a mighty foolish thing.

A risky thing, that's what.

Anne: I cannot believe that I'm going
to get to live somewhere so beautiful!

Dreams don't often come true, do they?

Just now,
I feel pretty nearly perfectly happy.

Although I can't feel exactly
perfectly happy because, well...

What colour would you call this?

It's red, isn't it?

Yes, it's red.

Now you see why I can't be perfectly happy.

Nobody could who has red hair, it's...

My lifelong sorrow.

You don't know what you're getting.

You're letting a strange child
into your house

and you don't know a single thing
about him!

Why, only last week I was reading
in the paper how a man and his wife

uh... up west of the island,
took an orphan boy out of the asylum

and he set fire to their home... at night.

Set it on purpose, marilla!

And they nearly burnt to a crisp
in their beds!

Now...

If you would've asked for my advice
on this matter, which you didn't do—...

Sugar?

I would have told you, for mercy's sake,
not to think of such a thing, that's what!

I don't deny there's something
in what you say, Rachel, I've...

I've had some qualms myself.

How could you not?

Matthew is getting on in years,
and his heart's been bothering him.

A boy will be a great help.

And it isn't as if he's coming
from overseas or the states.

He's from Nova Scotia.

He can't be much different than ourselves.

Well, there is some comfort in that...

Knowing he's not some London street arab
or some French ruffian.

An orphan, marilla?

Matthew's been terrible set on it.

Well, I will hope and
pray it works alright.

Only don't say I didn't warn you
if he burns green gables down

or puts strychnine in the well.

I heard of a case over in new brunswick
where an orphan asylum child

did just that, and the whole family died
in fearful agonies...

Only it was a girl in that instant.

Well, we're not getting a girl.

Anne: Oh, mr cuthbert!
What do they call this place?

The Avenue.

I suppose it is kind of pretty.

Oh, pretty doesn't seem the right
word to use, nor beautiful either.

They don't go far enough.

It's...

Wonderful.

Wonderful.

The first thing I ever saw that couldn't be
improved upon by the imagination.

Other people may call it the Avenue,
but I shall always call it...

The white way of delight.

Matthew:
This here's Barry's pond.

Anne:
Oh, I don't like that name, either!

I shall call it...

Let me see...

The lake of shining waters.

Yes, that's the right name for it.

I—I know because of the thrill.
Do things ever give you a thrill?

I don't rightly know.

There has to be something.

Well, now, um...

I suppose it kind of gives me a thrill

to see those ugly white grubs
spade up in the cucumber beds.

Well, I suppose I can imagine that.

I hate the look of them
and like to be rid of them.

I suppose I gave mrs Hammond
a thrill then.

She was happy to be rid of me
after her husband died.

Who's mrs Hammond?

I worked for her family, taking
care of the children for a few years.

She had eight.

Sure seems to make some people angry
when they've so many children.

Mr and mrs Hammond were certainly
vexed all the time...

Mr Hammond:
Move, you little scarecrow!

Please, please, I——
— this'll teach ya.

She sobs

belt smacks — she yelps

he groans

mr Hammond? — dog barks

mrs Hammond! Mrs Hammond!

She gasps

mr Hammond groans — dog barks

geese honk

is anything the matter?

No. Nothing.

I was... I was startled
by the geese, is all.

Don't you just love 'em? The geese? I do.
They're a very romantical species of bird.

Well, I wouldn't know about that.

Did you know they mate for life?

They choose each other
out of all the other geese in the world

and stay together until death do they part.

Well, now.

Ah! We're pretty near home.
Just another mile or so.

"Home".

What a wonderful word.

Green gables...

I've pinched myself so many times today.

Every little while, this horrible sickening
feeling would come over me

and I'd be so afraid
that this was all a dream.

But I just had to one more time.

This is real.
Green gables is real and we're home.

Mare. He clicks his tongue

She sighs excitedly

She giggles

Matthew cuthbert, who's that?

Where is the boy?

Well, there wasn't any boy.
It's only her.

Marilla:
No boy? But there must have been a boy.

We sent word to mrs Spencer
to bring us a boy.

Well, she didn't.

She brought her.

But I asked the stationmaster.

I had to bring her home.

She couldn't be left there,
no matter where the mistake had come in.

Marilla sighs

well, this is a pretty piece of business.

She's got to go back.
— you don't want me.

I should have expected it.

I might have known
nobody would really want me.

Oh, for heaven's sake, child,
what are you doing on the ground?

Now you listen here and stand up.

What do you make of this?

Figure she's travelled a long way
to be disappointed.

Well, she shouldn't be here.
You should never have brought her home.

Sound distorts
— Matthew: She's had a shock.

Marilla: She's not the only one.

Enough of this foolishness.

Sound distorts
— come along inside.

Muffled:
I'm speaking to you, child.

Little girl, that's enough now.

Little girl...

Little girl! — sound clears

little girl?

I wish I was anything but.

There's no point in crying.
There's been a mistake, is all.

We're not gonna turn you
out—of—doors tonight.

What is your name?

What does it matter?

I won't be here long enough
for you to remember.

Marilla: You will mind your manners
and answer the question.

Please...

Call me cordelia.

Marilla:
Call you cordelia? Is that your name?

Or Penelope.

Penelope has a very tragical ring to it.

What is your name, child?

Couldn't you call me either of those?

My name is Anne.

Plain Anne.

Anne is a fine name. A sensible name.

Could you please spell it with an "e"
when you speak it?

"Anne with an e"
looks much more distinguished.

Very well, then.

Anne with an e...

It's time to come inside,
get yourself up now.

I knew it.

This is a lovely home.

Why didn't you tell me at the train station
that you didn't want me?

Why didn't you just leave me there?

If I hadn't seen the white way of delight
or the lake of shining waters

this wouldn't be so hard.

Marilla:
What on earth does she mean?

It's just a conversation...

We had on the road.

I'll put the mare in.

Marilla sighs take off your hat.

Lay it and your bag on the bench.

I simply don't understand.
Were there no boys at the asylum?

There was an abundance of them,
but mrs Spencer said distinctly

that you wanted a girl about my age,
and the matron thought that I would do.

This is what comes of sending word
and not going ourselves.

Follow me. Don't dally.

I'm sorry to disappoint you,
but there's nothing to be done.

We want a boy to help Matthew
with the farm work.

A girl would be of no use to us.
Do you understand?

Anne: I can't say that I do.

I beg your pardon?
— I don't mean any disrespect

but couldn't I do the farm chores
even though I'm a girl?

That's not the way of things
and you know it.

But couldn't I? I'm as strong as a boy
and I prefer to be outdoors

instead of cooped up in a kitchen.

I don't understand the conundrum.

For example, what if suddenly
there were no boys in the world

none at all—— — fiddlesticks.

It doesn't make sense that girls
aren't allowed to do farm work

when girls can do anything
a boy can do and more.

Do you consider yourself
to be delicate and incapable?

Because I certainly don't.

Anyway, since I'm here now,
couldn't you consider it?

I could not.

And put those fool
notions out of your head.

Now come along,
let's get you washed up for supper.

Oh, good gracious, child.
What's happened here?

I was pinching myself a lot today,
to prove that this was all true.

Well, you're not eating at all.

I can't. I'm sorry.

I'm in the depths of despair.

Can you eat when you're in the depths
of despair?

I've never been in the depths
of despair, so I can't say.

Well, did you ever imagine
that you were in the depths of despair?

No, I didn't.

Well, it's a very
uncomfortable feeling indeed.

When you try to eat,
a big lump comes right up into your throat

and you can't swallow anything

not even if it was a chocolate caramel.

I had chocolate caramel once
two years ago and it was simply delicious.

I hope you won't be offended
that I can't eat.

Everything is extremely nice.

I guess she's just tired.
Best put her to bed, marilla.

Fetch your bag and follow me.

Undress, quick as you can, and get to bed.

I'll come back in a few minutes
for the candle.

She sniffles

She sobs

She sobs

Anne cries

Goodnight.

How can you call it a good night

when you know this must be
the very worst night I've ever had?

Anne sobs

Oh, that is a filthy habit.

Dare say a man's got a right to smoke...

When his mind's burdened.

I dare say yours is, too.

Yes, this is certainly
a fine kettle of fish.

One of us will have to drive over
and see mrs Spencer tomorrow

that's for certain.
The girl will have to be sent back.

Yup, I suppose so.

You suppose so? Don't you know it?

Now, it...

Seems a pity to send her back...

When she's so set on staying.

Matthew cuthbert, do you mean to say
you think we ought to keep her?

No, no, no, I—I...

No, I suppose not.
— I should say not.

What good would she be to us?

We might be some good to her.

I believe that child has bewitched you!

I can see it plain as plain,
you want to keep her.

She's a real interesting kind of person.

That's one way to put it.

You should have heard her talk
coming from the station.

Oh, she can talk fast enough
and it's nothing in her favour.

I don't mind the conversation.

I don't like children
who have so much to say.

There's something I don't understand
about her.

No, she's got to be dispatched
straight way back where she came from.

I could hire a boy to help me, and, uh...
She could be company for you.

I'm not suffering for company.

And I'm not gonna keep her.

Well, now, yeah...

It's just as you say, of course.

I'm going to bed.

Anne sobs faintly

She cries

Birds sing

Cockerel crows

Anne: Dearest snow queen...

I accept your token offering.

Had I a book, I would press these
sacred blossoms between its pages

so that I could be forever reminded
of this treasured moment.

Nevertheless...

I... Princess cordelia...

Shall Cherish this gift, always.

Let my kiss prove my devotion——
— door opens

marilla: What are you doing?

It's time you were dressed.

I was imagining that this morning
was different than what it is.

I was making believe
that I was a beautiful Princess

and that this was my sacred chamber

high in a tall stone spire—...

Never mind your chatter.

Sorry...

It's just that your gable room
and your lovely old cherry tree

provide such scope for the imagination.

I've also been wishing with all my might

that you'd tell me
that you'd decided that I could stay.

Pack that inside and come downstairs.

We'll be driving to see mrs Spencer
after breakfast.

Put that down at once!

Did you take anything? — no!

I was only memorising.

Let me see.

Stop your snooping
and come to breakfast.

Anne:
I'm pretty hungry this morning.

The world doesn't seem such
a howling wilderness as it did last night.

I'm glad it's a pretty morning
so we won't be driving back in the rain.

That would be extremely difficult to bear.

It's all very well to
read sorrowful stories

and imagine yourself
living through them heroically, but...

It's not so easy
when you're actually woeful, is it?

Oh, for pity's sake, hold your tongue.

You talk entirely too much.

Yes, ma'am.

Just so's you know,
I sent word to see if that French boy

is available through harvest.

Gracious me!
— I can milk a cow and split wood.

I can wash clothes, iron, dust, sweep
and so many other things.

There's no end to what I could accomplish
just given the chance.

I will take care of these dishes for you,
miss cuthbert.

You will see, I'll do them right.

Be careful of the kettle,
it's very hot. Use both hands.

I see it clear now,
this very idea was folly.

You can't make up a family.

Only kin is kin. Voice echoes

thunder rumbles

thunder crashes

surely you'll be needing...

Anne more than ever
since your husband's passing?

Mrs Hammond: I don't want her.

I'm moving to my sister's
and I got no reason to take her.

I'm sorry, but we're overcrowded as it is.

I don't need another mouth to feed.
— Anne: But I can help you.

Haven't I been of help to you?
Please don't leave me here.

You're not kin. I got enough kin.

You're taking her back and that's final.

Thunder cracks

cutlery clatters

I'm so sorry. Nothing's broken.

Oh, you'll never keep me now.

I was never going to keep you.

I'll be back in time for tea.

Anne...

Goodbye, mr cuthbert.

I didn't say I'd hire a boy
to be rid of you.

It was in the hopes that you could stay.

Thank you.

I'll never forget you.

You take care now...

Anne with an e.

Oh, for heaven's sake.
She clicks her tongue

my brother is a ridiculous man.

I think he's lovely.

He's ever so sympathetic and he didn't
seem to mind how much I talked.

In fact, he seemed to like it.

I felt he was a kindred spirit
as soon as ever I saw him.

You're both queer enough,
that's for sure and certain.

I've made up my mind to enjoy this drive.

It's been my experience that you can
nearly always enjoy something

if you make up your mind
firmly that you will.

Of course, you must
make up your mind firmly.

I believe this is something
that you and I have in common.

Seabirds cry

Seagull squawks

Anne: I wish I was a seagull.

They're the most carefree of all the birds,
don't you think?

Look, wild roses!

Isn't pink just the most bewitching colour?
I love it, but I can't wear it.

Redheaded people can't wear pink,
not even in the imagination.

Do you know of anybody whose hair
was red when she was younger

but got to be another colour
when she grew up?

I shouldn't think it likely.

Well, there's another hope gone.

"My life is a perfect graveyard
of buried hopes."

I read that sentence in a book once,
and I say it to comfort myself

whenever I'm disappointed in anything.

I don't see where the comforting
comes in, myself.

Because it sounds so romantic,
as if I were a heroine in a storybook.

Marilla:
You must have gone to school.

Anne: Not a great deal, although I went
recently when I was back at the asylum.

I love school, but when I'm in a household
with so much to attend to...

The children, the cooking, the chores...
It just wasn't an option.

Is there a reason why green gables
is so secluded?

Marilla: A reason?

My family wasn't inclined
toward idle chatter.

Anne:
Do you miss your parents terribly?

Marilla:
They lived good, Christian lives.

You can't begrudge god
for bringing them home.

I suppose not.

Marilla: You "suppose" not?

Why is it you find yourself an orphan?

Well, it happened when I was an infant.

I would like to know the circumstances
if you've a mind to tell them.

I don't mind telling stories.

"Somewhere in a far—off land

in a place whose name
I do not care to remember

a gentleman lived not long ago

one of those with a Lance
and an ancient shield on a shelf

who keeps a skinny nag
and a greyhound for racing——"

how dare you.

What?
— do you take me for a fool?

Well, it's just it's a much better
story than mine.

I didn't ask for any story,
I asked for yours.

If you can't tell the truth,
then I have no time for you.

If you'll let me tell you
what I imagine about myself

you'll think it ever so much more
interesting.

Wishing something is different than it is
will not make it so.

Truer words were never spoken.

My parents were Walter and Bertha Shirley.

They were newlyweds,
and they were poor as church mice.

They died of a fever
when I was three months old

so I've been earning my keep
for as long as I can remember, and...

I suppose I was lucky that I was placed out
instead of staying in the asylum.

I never understood it...

If children are such a burden
then why do people have so many of them?

Nevertheless... it's a shame
I'll never have the opportunity.

What do you mean?

To be one.

Dog barks

horse neighs

whoa!

Dog barks

Anne!

Dog barks

no! Go home!

Go home!

Oh, my lord...

Are you alright?

Shh. It's ok. — oh, dear lord!

I'm fine. Here you are.

Shh.

It's alright. It's alright, belle.

There's no need to worry anymore, belle.

Belle? — that's her name.

She laughs
wasn't that an adventure?

Wasn't it just?

You're sure you're alright?
— mhm—hm!

You were very level—headed.

I'm used to a ruckus.

She clicks her tongue

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
— horse nickers

my, my, you're the last folks
I was looking for today.

I'm real glad to see you.
And how are you doing, dear Anne?

I'm well enough, thank you.

What brings you by, miss cuthbert?

Oh, the fact is, mrs Spencer,
there's been a queer mistake somewhere

and I've come over to see where it is.

Matthew and I sent word for you
to bring us a boy from the asylum.

We told your brother Robert
to tell you we wanted a boy.

Marilla cuthbert, you don't say so!

Why, Robert sent word through his daughter
Nancy that you wanted a girl.

Oh, that Nancy is a terrible flighty thing.

I've often had to scold her
for her heedlessness.

I'm dreadfully sorry about this.

It was our own fault.

We should have come to you ourselves
and not left an important message

to be handed on by word of mouth.

However, the mistake has been made

and the only thing
to do is to set it right.

I suppose the asylum
will take her back, won't they?

Isuppose_.

But it might not be
necessary to return her.

My neighbour, mrs blewett,
was just saying to me she's overburdened

by her large family, and she wishes
she'd sent for a girl to help.

Anne will do nicely.

I call this positively providential.

We'll call on her and see.
I'm sure she'll agree.

Baby cries

how old are you and what's your name?

Anne Shirley. I'm just 13.

Hm. Don't look as if there's much to you,
but you're wiry.

I don't know,
but the wiry ones are the best after all.

If I take you, you'll do as I say,
and speak when spoken to.

I don't suffer no backtalk,
and if I find you lacking

you'll know the toe of my boot.

I expect you to earn your keep
and no mistake.

I'm at my wits' end with this one.
He'll be the death of me.

Baby cries

that's a colic cry.

Mrs blewett: What?

Anne:
He'll do better if you swaddle him.

And gripe water helps.

Anne has worked for large families before.

And work she will.
This ain't no charity house.

Well, I suppose I can take her off
your hands, miss cuthbert.

If you like, I can take her right now.

Baby wails

well, I don't know, I...

I didn't say Matthew and I had absolutely
decided we wouldn't keep her.

I just came over to find out
how the mistake had occurred.

I'd better take her home again
and talk it over with my brother.

I ought not to decide on anything
without consulting him.

If we make up our minds not to keep her,
we'll send her over to you.

Otherwise, you can assume
that she'll be staying with us.

Will that suit you, mrs blewett?

I suppose it'll have to.
— marilla: Very well.

Good day.

Baby cries

oh, miss cuthbert.

Did you really just say that perhaps
you'd let me stay at green gables

or did I only imagine that you did?

Yes, I did say that and no more.

But it isn't decided yet

and perhaps we'll conclude that
mrs blewett should take you after all.

Well, I'd rather go back to the asylum
than live with her.

I keep expecting her to chase after us
on a broomstick.

I would like you to hold your tongue
on the ride home.

I've got plenty to think about.

Horse neighs

Carriage approaches

I'll thank you to keep your questions
to yourself till we can speak in private.

Run along inside.

Put your bag upstairs and put
the kettle on. — yes, miss cuthbert.

Oh, wipe that silly grin off your face.

Matthew: I wouldn't give a dog I liked
to that blewett woman.

Trouble is,
I don't know about keeping her.

She's an interesting little thing.

Be more to the point
if she was a useful little thing.

I propose we give her one—week trial
to see how she behaves.

She has five days.

I'll need a lot of convincing,
that's for certain.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

Crickets chirp

I noticed last night that you threw
your clothes all about the floor

when you took them off.

That is a very untidy habit
and I can't allow it.

You must fold your clothing neatly
and place it on the chair.

I haven't any use for little girls
who aren't neat.

I was so harrowed up in my mind last night
that I didn't think about my clothes at all.

I'll fold them nicely tonight.

Although, I have been known to forget.

I'm usually in such a hurry
to finally get to bed.

Well, you'll have to remember
if you're gonna stay here.

You understand that you're on trial, yes?

Yes.

A decision will be made in one week.

Now...

Say your prayers and get into bed.

I never say any prayers.

What?

Well, I said them at the asylum
Sunday school. I liked the catechism.

There's something splendid
about some of the words.

"Infinite and unchangeable."

It's not quite poetry,
but it sounds a lot like it, doesn't it?

We're not talking about poetry, Anne,
we're talking about prayers.

Don't you know it's a terrible wicked thing
not to say your prayers every night?

I'm sorry.

I—I was never taught to say them.

You must say your prayers
while you're under my roof.

Of course, if you want me to.
I'd do anything to oblige you.

But you'll have to tell me
how to say them for just this once.

You must kneel down.

Why must people kneel down to pray?

If I really wanted to pray,
I'll tell you what I'd do.

I'd go into a great big field all alone

or into the deep, deep woods

and I'd look up into the sky, up, up, up

into that lovely blue sky without end

and I would just feel a prayer.

Well, I'm ready. What am I to say?

You're old enough to pray for yourself.

Just thank god for your blessings

and ask him humbly
for the things that you want.

I'll do my best.

She sighs

gracious heavenly father...

That's what ministers say in church, so
I suppose it's alright for private prayer?

Gracious heavenly father...

I thank thee for the white way of delight
and the lake of shining waters

and for dear belle and
the lovely snow queen.

I'm really extremely grateful for them.

And that's all the blessings I can think of
just now to thank thee for.

And as for things I want,
they're so numerous

that it would take me a great deal of time
to name them all

so I shall only mention
the two most important.

Please let me stay at green gables.

Please let me be good—looking
when I grow up.

Yours respectfully, Anne Shirley.

There. Did I do it alright?

That'll do for now.

Get into bed, child.

Oh! I just realised, I
should've said "amen"

in place of "yours respectfully",
the way ministers do?

Do you suppose it'll make any difference?

I don't suppose it will.

As god is my witness,
I will do everything in my earthly power

to make you want to keep me.
— goodnight.

God give me strength
to succeed in my quest!

That will do.

Sorry.

I quite like praying.

Well, it's time to say goodnight.

Goodnight.

Door shuts

owl hoots

That girl's next door to a perfect heathen.

God only knows
what we're getting ourselves into.

Cockerel clucks

cockerel crows

Anne!

Anne!

She's gone! — gone?

I'll check the silverware!

Chickens cluck

eggs! That's one chore done!

And now I've met all the chickens so
you don't need to make any introductions!

I've been up since before the sun,
I was too excited to sleep

and I wanted to start proving to you
that I should stay.

It's so easy to love
green gables, isn't it?

I'll let the milkers out to graze.

I'll have breakfast on soon.

May I take these blossoms up to my room?
— no.

You don't want your room or your person
cluttered up with flowers.

You should've left them
on the tree in the first place.

I felt a little that way, too.

I felt I shouldn't shorten their
lovely lives by picking them.

I mean, I wouldn't want to be picked
if I were a blossom.

Wouldn't it be lovely to be a blossom?

Yesterday, you wanted to be a seagull.

Anne in sing—song:
And the power and the glory

forever, amen!

I like this prayer. It's lovely.

"Our father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name"!

It's like a line of music.

Just get on with the
business of learning it.

Our father, who art in heaven...

Regardless of the outcome here

you should have something to wear
besides that flimsy bit of business.

I have a leftover piece of cotton
on a bolt that may do nicely.

You're going to make me a dress?

You need something suitable that fits you.

A new dress!

Well, I've never had a new dress! Not ever.

I can't wait to have puff sleeves
and ever so many flounces!

Do you think you can adorn it
with lace at the cuff and neckline too?

I don't believe in frills or flounces.

But surely you don't mind puff sleeves?

All the girls are wearing them.
Puff sleeves are divine!

Waste of fabric.

Oh...

Well, I'm sure if it's a lovely azure blue

or Willow green,
I'm sure I won't mind if it's...

Plain.

You're a vain one and no mistake.

Brown is a very sensible colour.

I'll need your dress so I can use it
for a pattern.

Let's take these things off now.

Thank you, miss cuthbert.

I'm very grateful to have something new,
really I am.

I'm sure I can imagine it's fashionable.

It shouldn't take me but a day or two.

If it looks just like this one,
it shouldn't take you any time at all.

You run along now, and learn the prayer.

Yes, miss cuthbert.

"Our father, who art in heaven,
hallowed by thy name..."

Puff sleeves.

Morning, marilla.
— morning, Rachel.

I brought you some scones.

I felt for sure you wouldn't have time
for baking, what with all the hubbub.

Thank you.

I'll just come in and sit a spell, shall I?

Catch my breath?

I've been hearing some surprising things
about you and Matthew.

I don't suppose you're any more surprised
than I am myself.

What an incredible mistake.

The mind reels.

Couldn't he have just sent her back?

We may yet.

But for now, she's here on trial.

Trial? — one week.

Matthew is quite set on keeping her

and I'll admit she's a bright little thing,
but I'll need a great deal more convincing.

I know it by heart, miss cuthbert!

Marilla: Anne...

This is our neighbour, mrs lynde.

Well, they didn't pick you for your looks,
that's sure and certain.

She's terribly skinny and homely, marilla.

Rachel laughs

all elbows and knees! She laughs

and did you ever see such freckles?
And hair as red as carrots!

Dear, dear me.

I hate you. — marilla: Anne.

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

Anne!
— how dare you call me skinny and ugly!

How dare you call me
freckled and redheaded!

You are a rude, unfeeling woman!

Well!

How would you like to have such things
said about you?

How would you like to be told
that you're fat and clumsy

and that you probably hadn't a spark
of imagination in you!

And I don't care if I hurt your feelings
by saying so.

I hope I hurt them.

Because you have hurt my feelings
worse than they have ever been hurt before

and I will never forgive you for this!

Never, never!

Anne!

Come back here!

Anne!

Well...

Ineveh

it's a good thing you can send her back.

I wouldn't envy you the job
of bringing that up.

You shouldn't have twitted her
about her looks, Rachel.

Marilla cuthbert...

You don't mean to tell me
that you are upholding her

in such a terrible display of temper
as we've just seen?

I am not trying to excuse her.

She has been very naughty

and I'll have to give her
a talking to about it.

But we must make allowances for her.

She's never been taught what is right.

And you were too hard on her, Rachel.

Well...

I can see now I'm going to have to be
very careful what I say after this

since the fine feelings of orphans,
brought from goodness knows where

have to be considered
before anything else.

Now, now—...

Oh, no, no.

I'm not vexed.

Don't worry yourself.

I feel too sorry for you to have any anger
left in my mind.

But if you will take my advice,
you will have that "talking to"

with a fair—sized birch switch

and get her on the next train out.

Goodbye, marilla.

Anne pants and sobs

Seabirds cry

Matthew:
It's been quite a spell.

Marilla:
She'll make her own way home.

I could go.

She's in her underthings,
so she's gotta come back.

The girl needs to learn some sense.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have lost my temper
and embarrassed you in front of mrs lynde.

I hope you can forgive me.

Are you alright? — yes.

I'm sorry for worrying you.
I needed time to ponder.

If you let me stay, I'll do my very best
not to fly into another temper ever again.

I appreciate that you're contrite, Anne

but the person that you owe the apology to
is mrs lynde.

But she hadn't any right
to call me ugly and redheaded!

Marilla:
You say it yourself often enough.

But there's such a difference between
saying a thing yourself

and hearing other people say it.

You need to learn discipline.

Just imagine how you would feel
if someone told you to your face

that you were skinny and ugly.

Remember when we were young,
marilla, old lady Adams said—...

Yes.

You were gawky——
— yes. Thank you.

I recall you suffered from it.
— I don't say that mrs lynde

was exactly right in saying
what she did to you, Anne.

She's too outspoken.

She's a bully.

But that is no excuse
for such behaviour on your part.

You were rude and saucy

and you must go to mrs lynde
and tell her that you're sorry

and ask her to forgive you.

I could never do that.

Punish me any way you like.

Shut me up in a dark, damp dungeon
and I shan't complain

but I cannot ask mrs lynde
to forgive me.

We're not in the habit
of shutting people up in dungeons.

But apologise to mrs lynde you must

and you'll stay up in your room until you
can tell me that you're willing to do it.

I'll have to stay up there forever then

because I can't tell mrs lynde
I'm sorry I said those things to her.

How can I? I'm not sorry.

I'm sorry I vexed you,
but I'm glad I told her just what I did.

It was a great satisfaction.

In fact, I can't even
imagine that I'm sorry.

Well, let's hope your imagination
is in better working order by morning.

You can't send her back over this.

Don't be so sure.

Oh, it's...

It's good that Rachel got a calling down.

Well...

Wish I'd been there.

Matthew cuthbert,
I'm astonished at you.

And you'll take her up a meal?

When did you ever hear of me
starving people into good behaviour?

But she'll stay up there until she's
willing to apologise and that is final.

Crickets chirp

chickens cluck

Birds cry

Crickets chirp

Door creaks

how's by you, Anne?

I'm fairly well, thank you.

I imagine a good deal,
so that helps to pass the time.

Don't you think you'd better say it

just... have it over with?

If I apologise, I'll be fibbing.

Mm...

It'll have to be done... sooner or later

for marilla's a...

A dreadful determined woman.

Dreadful determined. — so am I.

It's...

It's terrible lonesome downstairs
without you.

I'm not used to the quiet anymore.

The trouble is that the prospect
seems humiliating, and unfair.

But you're smart enough...

To find the right words.

I'm sure of it.

But why should the apology
have to come from me

when it was mrs lynde who caused
the entire situation?

Well...

I like to think that...

That one fine day,
it won't matter a whit to you

what anybody says sideways.

You have a good imagination.

I suppose it would be true enough
to say I'm sorry.

I am sorry I upset miss marilla.

And you.

He whispers
so go and smooth things over, can't you?

Very well. I'll attempt it.

For you.

Now, that's good news.

Don't tell marilla we had a conversation

on account of we decided
raising you was her department.

I shall carry our secret to my grave.

Whatever are you thinking, Anne?

I hope you're taking this seriously.

Oh, I am. I'm imagining out
what I must say to mrs lynde.

Oh, mrs lynde, I am so extremely sorry!

I could never express my sorrow, no,
not even if I used up a whole dictionary.

I behaved terribly to you

and I've disgraced my dear friends,
the cuthberts

who may let me stay at green gables
even though I'm not a boy!

I am a dreadfully wicked and ungrateful
girl and I deserve to be punished

and cast out by respectful society forever.

It was awful of me to fly into a temper
because you told me the truth

and it was the truth,
every word you said was true.

My hair is red and I am freckled
and skinny and ugly!

Now, what I said to you was true too,
but I shouldn't have said it.

Oh, mrs lynde!
Please, please say you can forgive me!

If you refuse...

Oh, it'll be a lifelong sorrow
on a poor little orphan girl.

Please say you forgive me, mrs lynde!

There, there, get up, child.

Of course I forgive you.

I guess I was a little hard on you,
but I'm just an outspoken person.

You mustn't mind me, that's what I say.

Thank you for your kind consideration.

I look forward to never minding
what you say again.

Indeed.

Although it can't be denied,
your hair is terrible red.

But there may be hope for it.

There was a girl in our class who had hair
every bit as red as yours.

Do you recall, marilla?

But when she grew up,
it darkened to a real handsome auburn.

I wouldn't be a mite surprised
if yours did, too.

Oh, mrs lynde, you've given me hope!

I shall always remember
that you were a benefactor!

We should run along, Rachel.

Thank you for your graciousness.
— of course.

She has a queer way of expressing herself.

Forcible, like.

I apologised pretty well, didn't I?

I thought since I had to do it,
I might as well do it thoroughly.

Well, you did it thoroughly, alright.

I hope you try to control your temper
better in the future.

I will. I absolutely will.

Although apologising
is my new favourite thing.

Anne laughs

I'm going to prove myself worthy
of staying, miss cuthbert.

I've been making a list in my head

of all the ways that I might be useful
to you both

and in addition to the indoor chores

I'm sure I can help with
the outdoor chores, too.

I'm much stronger than I look,
it isn't too m...

You hired a boy?

But I haven't even finished my trial yet.

There's work needs to be done,
either way.

How long will you be here?

'Allo. You must be Anne.

With an e.

Je m'appe/le Jerry. Jerry baynard.

Nice to meet you. — baynard?

Foolhardy. — pardon?

Your surname means
"reckless" or "foolhardy".

Charlemagne even named
his impossible horse "baynard".

I don't know him. Charlemagne.

Of course you don't,
he died hundreds of years ago.

So, you living here now? — yes.

Probably. I... I don't know.

Jerry: Pretty here.

You're lucky.

I don't remember you from the orphanage.

No, no, I live in town. Big family.

We have a small shop but with so many,
some of us must work.

Well, if you come from such a large family,
it may trouble your conscience

to know that you are displacing
my own position

in my very first potential family.

I am hired through harvest, so...

I don't think the cuthberts
will need you if I stay.

In fact, if you hand me your pitchfork,
I'll be happy to finish your task.

What's your problem?

You. You're my problem.

All I'm doing is my job.
What are you supposed to be doing?

Matthew coughs

My apology was an unmitigated success.

Mrs lynde was very pleased.

It's not Rachel lynde
that you need to worry about.

Well, miss cuthbert seemed pleased too.

Now you're talking.

It'll ease marilla's mind

that I've got help.

Matthew... are you sure
you still want me to stay?

But the thing of it is

and marilla won't admit this

but she's getting older, too.

I'll go right in!

That's a good idea.

Hey, hey.

Good day to you, Matthew.
— William.

You checking the perimeter?
Anything I should know about?

I wanted to talk to you
about your new acquisition.

New?

The orphan girl. From Nova Scotia.

Word in town has it
that you're keeping the girl?

Well...

We're pretty well decided,
that's true enough.

I wonder if marilla and the girl
could come to call.

Her name's Anne.

The girl.

And that's—that's real neighbourly of you.

Uh... I'm guessing that she and your Diana
are about the same age.

Before we permit our children to associate
with your "Anne"

my wife and I need to assure ourselves
that she won't corrupt their good natures

or exert any negative influence.
I'm sure you can understand.

Oh, I understand.

Very good.

Well, afternoon tea tomorrow?

Tea tomorrow.

Excehent

good day to you.

You've got an invitation to tea.

It's tomorrow afternoon.

Barrys.

They want to meet Anne.

I haven't finished the dress!

She can't go wearing that.
Oh, my heavens!

Who are the Barrys and why do they
want to meet me?

Our neighbours. A very respectable family.

Hem. Buttons.

You'll want to be on your best behaviour.
— but why?

They have two little girls
who are very well—mannered.

Do they... need help?

Diana is the girl nearest your age.

If you stay here,
perhaps you two will become friends.

A real friend...

Anne: Let go! Let go of me!

Shut it! I mean it.

Go get it.

Hold her down.

Please don't... don't!

Stop talking!

Guess what, Princess cordelia?

We're sick of you and your stupid stories!

Stupid stories! — liar!

Anne screams

this little mousey made too much noise.

Girls: Squeak, squeak, squeak!

But then it got caught in a trap.

So now...

No more squeaking.

So shut your face from now on.

Let's go.

Girls giggle

door slams

I'm so sorry.

Muffled voice:
Speak only when spoken to.

No startling speeches.

Anne? What's wrong?

Are you ill?

No, miss cuthbert.

I'm fine... don't worry.

I'll be as quiet as a mouse.

Um, I don't feel nearly as squashed in it
as I did in my old one.

High praise indeed.

You've got room to grow.

So nice to be wearing something new,
I don't even mind

not having puffed sleeves.

This was mine as a girl

so it's far from new...

But it'll do nicely.

Thank you.

It's so pretty.

You look clean and tidy,
and that's what counts.

Isn't this lovely?

Hand it here. — may I try it on?

That is not a toy.

This is a treasured possession,
do you understand?

I completely understand.

Amethyst is my favourite.
I think diamond's pale in comparison.

Do you now?
— amethysts are so much more romantic.

Now, this was my grandmother's.

My mother bequeathed it to me.

Well, it's perfectly elegant.

She sighs are you ready to go?

I'm not sure.
— what do you mean?

It's just... this is a meeting
of great auspiciousness.

What if she doesn't like me?

It's her mother you've got to reckon with.

If mrs Barry doesn't like you,
it won't matter a whit how much Diana does.

Whatever is the matter with you, child?
You haven't said a word since we left.

You're not yourself.

Perfect.

Good afternoon, miss cuthbert.

Afternoon, mrs Barry.

Please, call me Eliza.

And this must be Anne.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Afternoon.

Thank you for having us, Eliza.

Marilla, Anne, please come in.

I don't believe you said two words
during tea.

You didn't even remark on the cake.

Mother let me help her bake it special.

You enjoyed it... didn't you?

The cake was scrumptious.

Diana: Scrumptious...

Have you always been shy
or does it come from being an orphan?

I'm less shy than reticent.

Goodness, there's another 25—cent word.

It's just...

Yes?

I like to read. When I can.

I like reading too,
but mother prefers that I do needlepoint.

Does needlepoint provide much scope
for the imagination?

I don't think imagination
is my strong suit.

Really?

I don't know what I'd do without mine.

Life would be an agony. An utter agony.

Agony!

I make up stories all the time.

I could never do that.

I like to imagine that I am a Princess
in a tower...

Or Joan of arc riding into battle!

Or a forlorn bride who lives by the sea
but never speaks to anyone

because her one true love was lost
when his ship went down

and disappeared beneath the waves!

Anne laughs

wonderful. Could you tell me a story now?

I could tell you 12!

Diana...

Do you think you could
like me just a little?

I already do.

Shall we swear to be best friends
forever and ever?

It's dreadfully wicked to swear.

No, it's not my kind of swearing.
There are two kinds.

I know because I have a worldly outlook.

This kind isn't wicked at all.

It means vowing and promising solemnly.

I swear it does. See?

How do you do it?

Well...

Well, this ought to be done by moonlight
or over running water

but we'll just imagine that it's night time
and this path is a stream.

Hold this...

And twist your pinky finger around mine.

I'll repeat the oath first.

I solemnly swear...

To be faithful to my bosom friend,
Diana Barry

for as long as the sun
and moon shall endure.

And then she said it and put my name in.

And then we sent our oath into the world.

Not in the...

Oh! — sorry. I'll collect them.

It was a wonderful afternoon,
I'm so relieved!

It seems you made a favourable
impression with the Barrys.

And Diana didn't mind my stories at all.

In fact, I told her two

and we promised to make up another
the next time we're together.

Diana says she doesn't have much
imagination, but...

I don't think it matters since
I have enough for both of us.

They're hosting a church picnic next week
at the lake of shining waters.

I've never been to a picnic.

Can we go, miss cuthbert?

We'll see.

Diana and I are kindred spirits...

And I think she'd be struck quite sad
if I were to be sent away.

Please take my shawl upstairs
and lay it neatly on my chair.

May I go outside after
and help Matthew with the cattle?

I can't wait to tell him everything!

As long as you're helping
and not just flapping your gums.

I'm sorry to arrive so late to the ball,
dear prince Wisteria.

One of my squires returned on horseback
after a harrowing journey...

And handed me a letter
that required my urgent attention.

So please, do not doubt my love...

And please, please let the cuthberts
decide to keep me.

I realise now it's the only thing
I truly want

so you don't have to worry yourself
about my red hair.

Amen.

Where is my brooch?

It should be there on your shawl.

It is not.

Nor is it in my jewellery box.

Did you take it?

I was playing with it but I didn't take it.

You were told not to touch it.

I'm sorry, it's just it's so beautiful
I couldn't resist.

You were told to set the shawl
on the chair.

I did.

I've looked everywhere,
the brooch is nowhere to be found.

She sighs give it back.

Right now.

But I didn't take it, miss cuthbert.
Honest I didn't.

I don't believe you.

Where else would it be?

Confess at once.

But I...

I'm not gonna live with a thief
under my roof.

You confess to stealing the brooch
or you have no future here at green gables.

But I didn't take it. — confess!

Or I'll send you right back to the asylum.

If I don't confess, you'll send me back?

Confess to what you have done.

If I do, can I stay here at green gables?

Did you or did you not take the brooch?

I lost it.

I—I was playing lady cordelia
when I took the brooch outside with me.

As I was drawing water from the well, I
leaned over to make a wish and it fell in.

I heard it make a splash as it disappeared
down into the depths.

I'm ever so sorry, miss cuthbert.

Pack your things.

No, but you said if I confessed,
I could stay!

I told you that brooch
meant a great deal to me.

No, b—but I made that up!

None of that was real!
I didn't take your brooch!

I don't know where it is.

Please, miss cuthbert,
you have to believe me!

I don't have to do anything.

Please, miss cuthbert—...

I can't trust one word out of your mouth.

Please... — enough.

You're not to leave this room tonight.

Tomorrow, you will go at first light.

She gasps

she sobs

Matthew!

Matthew!

Matthew: Hyah, hyah!

Hyah, hyah!

Did I miss it? Did I miss the train?

Not to worry, your girl got on alright.

Steam train whistles

Train whistle blows

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