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Providence that looks cold.

Callie, Edgar, stay close to the shore.

I tell you, our steward is a changed man.

Oh, dear, you know, I used to think typical banker, you know, fits neck in a

boiled collar. Well, look at him.

The children certainly bring out the license to it.

Grandma Ward used to say, you knew a good match when a man fit into a family.

Well, steward's certainly done that.

Fallen like a piece into a picture puzzle.

He's very special.

You're wearing Gus's ring again.

Well, on the other hand, that's a remembrance.

You still think of Gus, of course.

Oh, not as much.

I can't get to sleep at night sometimes, or when I first wake up in the morning,

but...

Not that often. Not anymore.

Dear,

Aunt Eliza mourned a lost love for many years.

While she had few regrets in life, she sometimes wondered what happiness she

denied herself.

That's why your father and I are so happy about Stuart.

We don't want you to live with a similar regret.

The wedding's a week Saturday.

Oh, Olivia, look, this matches perfectly.

You know, if this hadn't come in today, I'd never have gotten that wedding dress

altered in time.

Oh, well, you know how it is with weddings. There's always something

over your head till the last possible second, but somehow it all gets done.

Oh, I hope so.

Go on, the bunch of you. I'd like to do my shopping.

Eddie, look. The material came in for Felicity's wedding dress. Isn't that

lucky? Lucky?

If you'd gone to Charlottetown, as I suggested, Janet, you'd have it done by

now.

Still, typical, really, of the hotlessness that attends with all the

Quite the child.

See, this isn't on my bill.

Hetty, we are all well aware that you don't approve of this marriage.

Since when has my approval been of the least interest to anyone?

A young girl's wedding is a time she should look back at fondly for the rest

her days.

I won't have you go and ruin it.

Think of Felicity.

I am thinking of Felicity.

It's in thinking of her that I can't help but think of Gus Piper.

Let go.

Let go.

Oh, that's looking lovely now. Oh, I love the neckline. It's very nice. Oh,

finished. Come on, come on. Here we go. Here's your arm, Olivia. Here's my arm.

All right.

Oh, for heaven's sakes.

What did you know?

the call through, please.

Hello?

You're going to have to speak a little bit louder.

The connection's very bad.

Who is this?

Where are you calling from?

I'm sorry,

I can't hear you very well.

Sally? Sally, I need you to reconnect that call.

Well, I don't know who it was.

A nurse or something.

Well, didn't you hear?

All of Avonlea knows you're listening in on everyone's calls.

Well,

then call the long -distance operator and call me back.

Help me open the door.

We're not even half done. Just get me out of this.

Felicity? Oh, I have to get going.

Going? What? Who was on this telephone?

Well, it was a nurse with a patient in distress.

I couldn't make out if she said the name or not. Oh, my Lord.

Well, was it somebody that you knew from medical college?

No, no.

Don't you see? It's the patient that knows me.

It has to be.

Gus?

Gus?

Felicity, all right. Hands were lost when Gus's ship went down off the

coast. You know that.

Well, then who did she mean? Darling, I couldn't possibly... Hello?

Oh, yes, Sally. What did you find out?

Oh, I see.

She says a long -distance call can't possibly be reconnected. Sally, they

have been able to tell you something.

Well, where did the call come from?

What town was it?

The call came from Charleston, South Carolina.

Where are you going?

It's in four days.

How can I get married with this hanging over my head? You can't be serious.

Mother, we're going to have to agree on a fulfillment.

Felicity, think about this for a minute.

Could you really just do that?

What is all this?

Common brawling in the public road.

Heavens to Molly, what have the kings come to?

Aunt Hedy, Aunt Hedy, I've had a telephone call.

Gus is in Charleston, South Carolina.

He's alive.

Alive.

Gus, you spoke to him. Did you speak to him? Well, no, but I spoke

to the nurse, and she said that he needs me, that I'm the only one who can bring

him back to the living.

Oh, will you listen to yourself?

Hattie, the woman never mentioned Gus by name. She said a patient, a patient.

Well, who else could it be? Look, if it's really a matter of life and death,

surely the woman will ring back.

I have to go.

Mother, I've got to go to Charleston and find Gus.

Go to Charleston?

Oh, no, no, no. It's out of the question of far -flung port where we know no

one. I will not hear of it.

Aunt Hattie, please help me. Surely you of all must understand.

Oh, your mother's absolutely right.

Though none such an odyssey.

No, indeed, certainly not.

Which is why... I must go with you.

Anthony, what do you think?

Stuart, there's quite a bit that we need to talk about.

Wait a minute.

You must think that I'm crazy.

No, I don't.

Everyone else does.

Well, I'm not everyone else.

No.

No, you're not.

Stuart, I... Glenn.

Thank you for bringing me here.

Seems that no matter how jangled my thoughts are, I can always untangle them

here.

You understand me.

There's something... I have something for your approval.

What is it?

I managed to convince Wellington Campbell to sever this few acres of

his farm and sell.

You bought this, Glenn?

I think I described as best I could what you wanted to the draftsman.

There's your gingerbread and your picket fence.

It is what you wanted.

It's everything I wanted.

It's my wedding gift to you.

Stuart.

Hold on.

I thought this would... I thought you'd like it.

I do.

I do.

You are so kind.

And patient.

Generous.

I'm very fond of you, Stuart.

I've tried never to delude you.

No, I don't suppose you have.

If Gus is alive, it changes everything.

What about me?

For the love of God.

Even if he hadn't drowned.

How could he let you think he was dead if he cared about you?

That's what I have to find out. After all our planning.

After everything... I have no choice.

I have to know.

I have to find God.

And, Edgar, don't grow up too much before I be back.

Mr.

Dick. Yes, I'll be right there. Take care of your brother's sister for me,

please. Duffy, you don't get into too much trouble.

Will you come back?

Of course I will.

As soon as I can.

Well, Cecily will be staying with you, so you all must mind her, all right?

Will Mr. McRae still be by to talk us in?

Sure I will.

You'll wait me if you can every day.

Roll the cable.

I want to know where you are and that you're safe.

Yes, you know I will.

Gibbons girl, hurry, there's a train.

Yes, yes, Aunt Hattie.

Return to me.

Promise. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Bye, children.

Bye. Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Aunt Penny.

I can see the fairy terminus.

Felicity.

Don't you think you're being overly cautious?

I don't imagine, I know, but there are those who prey upon vulnerable female

travelers.

Especially in foreign parts.

Foreign parts?

Aunt Hattie, we haven't even come to New Brunswick yet.

The trick, dear, is to always project an air of confidence and calm.

The S .S. Savannah at the foot of this

wharf. That's straight down, far in.

But how's that train? We're somewhat delayed, isn't it?

It's there, Miss Fields, in 20 minutes. And that's the only passenger ship till

Monday. You'd better go.

Sir, first, I was wondering if you knew this fellow.

I was trying to find him. He works for your line. His name is Gus Pike.

Sorry, Miss.

Can't help you.

Better hurry.

Oh, Aunt Hattie, are you sure we can't even trust a porter?

These bags will have to find you. Never mind. Just think of something else.

Say yes.

Farewell to Nova Scotia, your sea -bound coast.

Tie that down, lad. Heave on that line.

Excuse me. Beg your pardon.

I have not yet found my sea legs.

Well, I do hope you find them soon.

Well, I'm sure I shall.

Having lived my life but a stone's throw from the sea, I shall be a fault hand

in no time.

Well, that is good, since we haven't yet cast off from the pier.

Ladies, my name is Horace Beck of Beck's Furniture Manufacture, Charleston. If

you're ever in need of a chest of drawers of the finest Southeastern pine

oak... We'll only be visiting Charleston just this short as well.

We can ship anywhere on the seaboard. Oh, no, no.

Thank you.

As you will.

Your first trip to Charleston.

I'm a native son, ladies, if I can be of any service.

I'm Felicity King.

This is my aunt, Miss Hedy King.

I suppose we're just about it for human cargo.

Well, I'm very pleased to meet you both.

Do you know this man?

His name is Gus Pike.

Dear Stuart, Day two of our voyage.

Going slowly down the coast, along New Jersey, Delaware, Maryland, Virginia.

Flying the route Gus took so often.

Still no useful information.

Poor Aunt Hetty is very seasick, and I have made friends with a kindly fellow

passenger from Charleston.

Don't tell me your poor aunt is still unable to lift herself from her birth?

I'm afraid so.

Poor woman, I've never seen such virulent seasickness.

Well, I've given her some chopped ginger.

I'll try a bit more later.

You riding the folks back home?

Yes.

Miss King, I hate to see so young a face wearing such care.

Now, out on the ocean, there's nothing any of us can do about all our troubles.

All our worries lie beyond the horizon.

Either before us or behind.

I suppose that's what drew Gus to the seafaring life.

If your young man is to be found in Charleston, Miss King, we'll uncover

That's a promise.

In the captain's cabin.

Inject the kid for bandages. Double quick.

You there, is there trouble? We've had a hand injured, sir. Suffered a bad gash.

Where is he?

I've got medical experience. I can help.

You seem awfully young, Jimmy, to be out in the world.

Young, miss?

I've been deceased since I was 12.

Survived three hurricanes and one wreck.

A wreck?

Made of Calais.

Kelly? All hands were lost.

Well, that was first report, miss.

One boat made it.

Just. I spent a month at the marine mission home.

I know the place.

On Beaupain Street.

Was Gus Pike among you?

Gus?

You knew Gus?

We were to be married.

Sorry, miss.

He drowned.

You didn't know?

Did you know him well?

Of course, miss.

He was our telegraph operator.

Did you see him the night of the wreck? Did you see him in the water?

Miss. Don't do this to yourself. I have to know whatever I can.

I've got to find the truth.

Last I saw him, we were taking the final lifeboat off.

Could have got in with us, but he turned back.

Boy, the fire broke out just as Gale came down on his heart.

The flight boats were putting into some god -awful speed.

And Gus knew men couldn't last long in that rough of water.

He turned back, hoping some vessel would pick up his signal and steam toward us.

Not for him.

We all would have died.

As it is, our boat turned.

Only five hung on.

And Gus?

I owe him my life.

You're sure he drowned?

I wish I could tell you, dear.

Oh, all right. All right?

The boat. Fort Hotel has our city's finest breakfast, ladies.

The thinnest buttermilk pancakes for your vexed digestion, Miss King.

There is nothing wrong with my digestion.

Excuse me.

Now, Miss King, ladies alone, I'm just trying to be a friend. You bring out

my protective streak.

Yes, well, now that I'm on terra firma, I'm sure I'll be able to manage very

well, thank you. And so, good day to you, sir.

I see.

Miss Felicity, I've written down the address of that marine mission.

Well, best of luck to you all.

Oh, thank you.

For everything.

You're welcome.

Well, that was plain rudeness.

Thank you to remember who so narrowly missed losing our luggage.

One doesn't encourage strangers, Felicity.

Especially when traveling.

Oh, Aunt Hattie, when traveling, everyone is a stranger.

Oh,

you, my luggage.

Oh, the carriage, please, the carriage.

Oh, Jimmy, I was hoping that I could say a proper goodbye. Are you coming

ashore? I'm going to have a doctor check the hand just to be on the sure side.

Jimmy, listen, I was... Thanks for tending me, miss.

Felicity! Quickly!

I'm holding the carriage.

God damn.

What if our luggage left virtually unattended in that land? We can't stay

You'd think there'd be a belt. Well, it's not a hotel then, Haley.

Clearly.

Who are you ladies looking for?

Is there a nurse on duty or a matron?

There is, but the matron's awful busy right now.

It's time for the medicine round.

If you want to see her in particular, I suggest that you call back later.

Oh, yes, yes.

Why don't we settle into our hotel first and then call back again in the

morning? Well, perhaps you can help me then. I'm trying to find this young man.

His name is Gus Pike.

You are, are you?

Who might you be, child?

Felicity King.

Now, dear, be careful.

Go and fetch a mop.

I'm sorry, Miss, but there's no such a boy here.

I'm very sorry, but I can't be of much help.

Well, then, perhaps I'll have to come back tomorrow and speak to the nurse.

You do that.

Go to Edson Cup.

Thank you.

Did you manage to post your letters to Stuart?

At the front desk.

Oh, good.

I'm sure he'll be relieved to know we've landed safe and sound at least.

He's probably helping Cecily tuck the children into bed about now.

I feel rather badly.

Well, after all, Stuart is a good man.

Well, whatever the outcome of all this.

He must be dealt with fairly.

I know.

Don't worry, I know.

I can't stop thinking about that woman.

The elderly lady at the mission home.

I got this feeling that she was holding something back.

Listen to me.

What?

Now that we're here and can...

You'd better see the enormity of our task.

Could it be that the family were right?

Did we so badly want Gunspike to be alive that we were willing to believe

anything?

I won't think like that.

I have to go back to the mission home. Aunt Hetty, that woman knows something.

I am convinced of it, and if you want to entertain your doubts, then go ahead,

but I won't.

You can't go down there alone.

A pillow in my shoe.

That was out and about at this hour of the night.

So close to the waterfront, too.

We'd only waited for a carriage.

Aunt Hattie, we're here.

Oh, by now that woman will be long gone and safe in a bed as we should be.

Here's that nurse's aide who broke the glass, remember?

Oh, wait.

Isn't that Jimmy, the boy from the ship we just got?

Excuse me, please.

Oh,

stand aside.

Lady coming through.

Go on. Get away.

Off with your shoes.

Rough hands here.

Give us a kiss.

Go on.

All right.

Back to your business.

Runs over.

Ladies, you forced me to be strict with you. You are no longer in Avonlea. Oh,

indeed we're not.

Please allow me to see you back to your hotel.

Yes, come along, Felicity.

Come, dear.

Oh, we have several nurses. They could match that description.

Well, there was an older woman with her.

A roundish lady with greying hair. She would know who I mean.

Oh, that'd be Margaret Liddy.

She doesn't come every day.

I'll have to go.

Most days, Miss Liddy's down at the wharf by the seawall.

She's usually there selling the basket.

I'm just glad we didn't find Gus in a place such as this.

Excuse me, do you know this man?

What about you? Do you reckon... Excuse me, sir, do you know this man? No, ma

'am.

Good morning, Leroy. How do you do?

Thanks, sir.

You'll have to be getting back to your business, Mr. Beck. I've nothing

pressing, Miss King.

Oh, good.

I mean, as you will.

Are you certain you don't know this?

I do admire that young lady's stick -to.

Stick -to is a King family trait.

Though somewhat misguided, I fear, in this instance.

Oh, how many people can the poor girl show that picture to?

In Charleston?

Some 50 or 60 ,000.

Mr. Beck, do you think that perhaps after supper you could give me the names

more hospitals and care homes? Of course.

Oh, Felicity, we can't expect Mr.

Beck's good nature to tolerate much more of this. Well, my nature is no problem,

but Miss King, can you spend many more days like this?

Well, if I have to, I suppose...

What is it?

Fire practice, by the sounds of it.

Miss King, I'm tempted to suggest that you report your friend as a missing

person to the police.

Yes, I know it. But to be honest, I doubt that you have evidence enough for

police to undertake the case.

Oh, Felicity, Mr. Beck's right. At some point, we have to admit what you're

doing.

Felicity.

Where are you going?

No, no, wait. No, no, no, wait.

Please. Please, I need to speak to you. Wait.

What do you want? Your help.

You were at the mission home.

I was talking to Jimmy.

You know about Gus Pike.

You telephoned me.

Yes, and I recognized the song. It was you, wasn't it?

All right, I'll tell you.

How can we help you, Miss King?

Do you know where Gus Pike is?

You'd best come along with me.

I think only the younger Miss King need follow me from here. Oh,

no, but I am sleep man

Liddy, you back from practice?

Mr. Liddy?

Who's there?

Get out.

Get out of here!

Get out, I said!

Did you hear me?

Get out and leave me be!

Just go away.

Go away.

Of all the things I imagined, I never expected this.

No one thought he'd even live.

But I wouldn't leave him sad.

We all knew what he tried to do to save the others.

After the explosion, a trawler pulled him from floating wreckage.

Barely conscious.

Child, go on, sit.

I can finish here. Go on.

When he found out he was blinded and that Albert Six had died just the same,

went deep inside himself.

He wouldn't come out.

But with no one told he was alive, no authority, no one. He was found separate

from the others.

At first, in the confusion, the world thought he was dead.

Gus wanted it kept that way.

The boys who lived, they knew it was only because of Gus.

Gus wanted us to swear to his secret.

We did.

And can he see nothing?

Nothing at all?

Light and shadow.

He couldn't stay at the home.

The mission needed the bed.

That's when Granny asked him here.

Well, that boy has a powerful light inside.

If only he'd just let it shine again.

He won't go to the doctors no more.

I got upset and I tried to call you.

But he made me swear not to try again.

You of all people.

Why?

Well, that child, you're going to have to ask him yourself.

I don't know you.

And I barely know Miss King.

But don't you think you owe it to the girl to at least talk to her?

Well, that's what I deserve is better.

And she's too decent a person to leave a blind man.

I know what you're going through, son.

No, you don't.

And neither does she. That young lady has undertaken an incredible journey

nothing to go on but faith.

Faith in you.

Surely you can find a corner of your heart to soften toward her.

What has she ever done but love you?

But there's not a peep coming from that room.

Perhaps I should go back in.

Perhaps that's not a good sign.

Miss King, I suspect that's an excellent sign.

Oh, yes.

Now, if you will take a suggestion from an imperfect stranger, I do know of a

delightful little cafe by the seawall.

Well... Yes, wait.

Why didn't you let me know that you were alive?

I couldn't.

I want you to go back to Avonlea and get on with your life.

Gus, how could I?

You could if you tried.

The only way that I will go back to Avonlea is with you.

Look at me.

I'm useless.

Don't waste your life.

Who are you to tell me not to waste a life?

Go home.

Sitting here with your baskets?

Go home, I said!

You think we can just go on and live happily ever after, but you don't know

it feels like for me.

For some people, life doesn't have happy ever afters.

We will be fine.

I've gone cold inside.

Like stone.

I've no love to give anybody.

If I have to spell it out for you, I will.

I don't want you no more.

I won't leave you.

I will live the rest of my days out here if I have to, but I will not go back to

Avonlea unless you are with me.

Gus said that he won't come home with me.

He told me to go on with my life.

Why? I told him about Stuart.

If I told Gus about Stuart, he would never leave here.

I don't know what to say to him.

Come on, y 'all.

Come on, inside.

Oh, well, just like.

This is the lot you choose, is it?

Go home, Miss King.

Nothing you can say will change my mind.

Change your mind?

The brass of you.

You think I care a whit of you?

Sit here and rot after making such a fool of me.

Fool of you?

Yes.

I had such hopes for you, Gaspar.

Always.

You were bright, you were ambitious.

But most of all, you had spirit.

Or so I thought.

That's why I tutored you and thrust over you and coddled you. And for what?

So you could hide away here and throw your life to the wind?

With no sense, you and Felicity come in here.

If you care about your niece, you'll take her home.

Don't you give me that pious face or I'll slap you.

All along you said she was too good for you, too good for you.

Well, now I'm inclined to agree.

Oh, and not because you've lost your eyesight, boy, but because you're a

I'm not a coward. You don't know what it feels like. Shut up.

You have nothing to say that I want to hear.

If you've not got the guts to fight back, then go on and lie down and die

all I care.

The sad truth is that love has its limitations.

Sometimes, no matter how much you love someone,

Bad things still happen

Go

on

go to him

I'm just scared.

I had to find you, Gus.

You've got to come home.

Where people know you and love you.

Home.

I've traveled, Felicity.

And I've seen things.

The southern cross and the night sky.

The fire of St. Elmo dancing on the water.

Land hovering on the horizon from the mist.

I've seen the sun rising on old Spanish ports in

the older towns of the Maya.

And I'll never see you again.

I'll never see your face again.

But you've got to get home.

Have you any idea what a future would be like without me?

No.

But I know what it would be without you.

I won't hold you to your promise.

You don't have to marry him.

Just take it one day at a time.

Excuse me. Yes, ma 'am.

Is there somewhere I can send a cablegram?

Oh, I can do that for you, miss, and have it charge your room.

To Mr. Stuart McRae.

Avonlea, Prince Edward Island, Canada.

And what's the message, miss?

Coming home.

That's nice, miss.