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Come on. Come on.

♪ 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 ♪

Dear...

Gil..

No, no, no!

I... O... U...

Paper.

Yes!

I am allowing you to go on this trip against my better judgment.

Marilla, I assure you that once I return from this adventure

you will realise your decision was correct.

- Adventure? - Not an adventure per se.

A restrained travel endeavour

for personal edification and familial socialisation.

And Gilbert's letter will be sent across the sea to lands unknown.

Do not put me in a position of having to defend

- any disruptive behaviour to Mrs Barry. - Understood.

The Barrys are travelling there for important business.

- Double-understood. - Any foolishness will have conseque...

I will be as calm as the Lake of Shining Waters

on a sunny day, or a moonlit night

depending on your preference.

Diana!

I suppose it'll be beneficial to have some quiet time to think.

- About the future, you mean? - The boarders.

And how long they need to stay.

- They could. - Hello.

We could go over the books together.

Mr Barry.

It's very kind of you to allow Anne

to accompany you on your trip to Charlottetown.

Aunt Josephine expressed her enthusiasm for seeing Anne again rather forcefully.

We couldn't possibly disappoint her.

You're certain about your decision to forego the testing of the soil here at Green Gables?

We're decided.

Ah, shame to miss out on a golden opportunity.

We have enough, Mr Barry.

That's for her train fare. That's both ways.

- Are you sure? We were happy to... - Darling, leave well enough alone.

- We'd best be on our way. - Of course.

Good day, Marilla, Matthew.

We'll take good care of dear Anne.

Thank you. Safe travels.

Bye, Matthew! Bye, Marilla!

- Goodbye. - Bye now. Safe travels.

Know anything about this?

- About? - Paper.

- There something you wanna tell me? - I'm staying here. After the grift.

- Uh, you're a laugh riot. - I'm staying.

- For good. - What the hell?

- You setting me up, Jonesey? - I'm asking for a gentleman's agreement.

When Barry gets back, we split the 1700 bucks

shake hands, part ways.

Rat me out and walk away with the entire kitty. No sale.

When we're done here, we're done.

Deal is, I get my inheritance and I don't know a thing.

- How long you been planning this? - I don't know.

- Since we arrived? - No. It's just...

I belong here.

What makes you think these people are going to accept you?

Haven't you been paying attention? They already have.

You're not going to ruin this for me.

We both get what we want.

Is everything alright?

Yeah. Why wouldn't it be?

I'm fine.

I'm fine, thanks.

I didn't realise Anne was already off to Charlottetown.

I was hoping to say goodbye.

I believe this belongs to you.

And I wonder if this is also yours?

Mm, no. I was never much of a drinker.

Perhaps it's Mr Dunlop's?

The poor man seems to have picked up some nasty habits from his days as a soldier.

War can poison a man's mind.

Allow me to rid you of this filth.

I'm bored. When are we gonna be there?

Mr Barry, I know it's indecorous to ask about financial matters

but I'm so curious about this gold business.

Yeah, well, what would you like to know?

Where to start?

I'm bewitched by this notion of how money moves from country to country.

It seems like magic.

I can see how you'd perceive it that way.

Minnie May, please be careful.

So your money travels from England to Charlottetown?

It's like a telegram, but with cash instead of words.

You must be receiving a substantial amount

since you're not only testing your soil for gold, but you're also...

There will be enough for many, many Avonlea families

to test the value of their land.

I believe a rising tide should lift all boats.

Then you'll distribute the money to those in the town

who want their soil tested as well?

Well, the money goes to Nathaniel.

He collects it directly in order to expedite the process for everyone.

Mr Barry doesn't usually discuss our finances.

Today's your lucky day, Anne.

Stop it!

Minnie May, please be respectful of where everyone is sitting.

Know your place.

Sorry, Mother.

Minnie May, for heaven's sake!

Hey, kid.

You still learning how to spell?

So? Y-E-S or N-O?

Oui.

What, you've never seen booze before?

Aren't you a Frenchy? I thought they started you early on that stuff.

We don't keep alcohol in the house. Um, we-we're Catholic.

Come here.

Sit with me.

Sit with me, little froggy!

There we are.

And there you go.

Drink up kid. It'll make work go faster.

No, thank you.

Have a taste.

What, you scared?

- No. - Then drink.

Come on, it'll put hair on your chest.

Um, I should get back to work.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're too young to drink.

Minnie May, this is your final warning!

Jerry?

I'm sorry, Mr Cuthbert.

What are you, what are you sorry for?

I know I made a hardship for you in Charlottetown.

You mean, back at Christmas time?

When I lost the money from the horse.

If I'd been smarter... If I'd been more careful...

Maybe I could have run away from them...

Are you talking about the men who beat you up?

Why're you thinking about that now?

I... I should've stop them.

No.

They were... they were grown men. They were bad men.

Not your fault.

Yes, it is.

If I hadn't lost the money, you wouldn't have to take in the boarders.

And you didn't do anything wrong, my son.

Never mind now. Never mind.

Never mind.

Anything the matter?

I don't know.

Is anything the matter with you?

I don't know.

Jerry, he's um...

He's troubled about the boarders.

He's not the only one.

Thank you for helping me send this, Rollings.

Official-looking correspondence.

It was important to me

that the form of the letter match its contents.

This could be life-changing for Gilbert.

Well, Rollings will investigate the boy's whereabouts, won't you, Rollings?

I've said I would, yes.

If he's indeed on a steamship

it shouldn't be too much trouble to discover which one

and where it will dock next.

I may need to spread a few coins in the process.

Yes, yes, grease whatever palms you need to.

To think that my words will be sent across an ocean, delivering news of gold!

Is that the gold certificate?

Did Nathaniel want me to have it for my banking transaction?

- No. - It's a letter, sir.

The one we've just discussed.

At length. Moments ago.

- Rollings. - It looks like it.

Perhaps you're overtired, dear?

Best to set that aside.

It's medicinal.

Time to retire. Come along, dear.

Come along, Minnie May.

Night, night.

If you ask me, this gold business is a load of hogwash.

Though it is my fond hope that I'm wrong.

Why do you say that?

The tenor of it all reminds me of another town that had gold fever.

- Here on Prince Edward Island? - Yes, a town up north.

Cape Wolfe. About a decade ago, I think.

I don't remember the details, but I remember the mood.

- What happened? - Nothing. It was a bust.

Have you told Father?

Oh, uh, he's never taken kindly to my advice... about anything.

Oh, as I recall, it was a story that was covered in the Island Announcer.

Newspaper articles about the gold, and then the unfortunate lack of it...

Oh, it ran for weeks.

Quite the fiasco.

Father is convinced of it. He says this is a very exciting prospect.

I'm sure he's done his due diligence.

A good harvest.

Merciful Lord.

We have a bit of a cushion now

even after paying back the bank.

No real need for extra income, then.

No real need.

Be nice to have things a bit more quiet again.

- And back to normal. - Mm.

It would indeed.

I can't stop thinking about the terrible possibility of gold fever.

It sounds so... feverish.

Don't get a fever otherwise you're gonna get smelly onions on your feet.

It's worrisome. We need more information.

If only there was a way to read those old articles.

Diana...

what if tomorrow we E-S-C-A-P-E so we can V-I-S-I-T...

- The N-E-W-S-P-A-P-E-R. - No fair!

- To I-N-V-E-S-T-I-G-A-T-E. - No fair at all!

Shh!

Go to sleep.

Horse... Horse.

Plenty of those in Charlottetown.

It's a splendidly busy city.

Yes, it's all rather exciting.

I love Charlottetown.

Really, do you have nothing more interesting than this?

- What else did you have in mind? - As I said, something interesting.

To clarify, something that doesn't bore me to tears.

This velvet has absolutely no drape.

What do you have in a higher price range? Something of quality.

This feels like a cat. Meow.

Oh. Minnie May.

I've seen Mother in this mood before.

When she's angry at father, she becomes very passionate about home decor.

- How long do you think her passion will last? - Long enough.

Not the mustard.

Good afternoon, sir.

We were hoping you'd point us in the direction of your archives.

Archives?

Uh, where you keep the old copies of the newspapers.

I'm well-apprised of the concept of an archive.

What's confusing me is your ignorance of spatial relationships.

Use your young eyes.

Does it look like we have the room to keep a functioning newspaper archive?

There's no archive.

We have a veritable Sherlock Holmes on our hands!

Excellent powers of deduction, young lady.

In that case...

do you happen to remember anything about the story of gold in Cape Wolfe?

Age and memory do not go hand in hand.

But, you might have some luck with, um, Malcolm Frost.

- He covered the story. - A bona fide reporter.

A naturalist.

He wrote the pieces because he was concerned, as I recall.

But you best to talk to him.

He frequents the pub down the block.

- Thank you so much. - Thank you very much.

Girls...

Tread lightly.

He never recovered.

Never recovered from what, do you suppose?

- The gold? - Aunt Jo said it was a fiasco.

Do you suppose his spirit is broken?

This is it. Here we go.

That's gotta be him.

Dear me.

Uh, excuse me, sir. Uh, we're sorry to intrude.

Uh, are you Mr Malcolm Frost?

I'll take another.

Mr Frost, you covered a story about gold for the Island Announcer ten years ago?

Thirteen.

But I don't talk about my work anymore. Good day.

May I ask why not?

See, that question sets me up to talk

which not one second ago I said I would not do.

I'll talk then.

Everyone in our town, Avonlea, has gold fever.

Apparently everyone in Cape Wolfe had gold fever too.

- But there was no gold. - Incorrect.

- What part is incorrect? - Hopefully the no gold part.

A year of my life that I'll never get back.

Barkeep?

I'm scared, Anne, we should go.

Sir, please. Is there anything you can tell us?

I'm sorry you're sad...

and I'm also sorry to disturb you from your sadness.

I know how difficult that can be.

But if you can tell us anything at all about the gold we'd be much obliged.

Educate yourselves. Quietly.

How beautiful.

Your handwriting is so neat.

You have an organised mind, Mr Frost. I admire that.

These sketches remind me a bit of the book that Nate gave me.

Uh, Nate's the geologist who found gold in the soil of Avonlea.

He showed me the gold under his microscope but I couldn't see anything.

You didn't see any gold?

Once I learn more about the topic

I'll be better able to perceive what's right in front of me.

Gold is very shiny.

The particles were very small.

Or not there.

You're aggravating but you don't seem dumb.

Or blind.

If there was gold you, would have seen it.

- No, I... - See, right... right away.

No one listens to reason. That's why I didn't want to talk about this.

You came here specifically to talk to me about this specific topic

then I tell you something true

something I know because of decades of research, and you say no.

I'll tell you something right now, since you insist on me telling you something

I'd bet my last dollar that your town will do exactly

what everyone in Cape Wolfe did.

Yes, there are trace amounts of gold in the soil of PEI.

No, it's not enough to justify the cost of digging.

Even if you mined for 900 years, it wouldn't be enough.

Your foolish town will repeat history.

What company is this so-called geologist working for?

I don't know. He never said.

Did he ever talk numbers?

Calculate how much gold a ton of ore would produce?

- No. - Why not? I'll tell you why.

A ton of ore anywhere on this island would only reap 40 to 60 cents of profit.

One ton.

Forty cents.

That'll buy you two dozen eggs.

But we don't buy our eggs. We have chickens.

I can 't talk about it!

Shh.

Diana...

why didn't Nate let me accompany him on his excavations?

Because there's no gold.

Why was the gold chapter the only well-loved chapter

in the whole geology book?

Because he studied it to fabricate a gold discovery.

Why did your father think that my letter to Gilbert was the official gold certificate?

You got me there.

Because I wrote it on paper I nicked from Nate's room.

The same paper as the certificate.

And he had an embosser.

From New York. He must have forged it.

- Why didn't I put any of this together? - Let me ask you this.

Who have you been listening to recently?

Everyone around here...

or that person in here?

I'm a child, Mr Frost.

Poppycock. Children are pure instinct.

You should've trusted yourself. Seems to me you've got it all figured out.

You wanna come at me?

I 've been carrying your dead weight for five years!

- Nate and Mr Dunlop are working together. - What?

How is that possible?

I heard them fight and it was the fight of two people

who've known each other for a long time.

Where there's one huckster, there's bound to be another.

They're criminals. They used Green Gables to bamboozle the whole town.

Grifters. Bottom of the barrel.

We have to let your parents know before it's too late.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

This one has some clean pages left.

Take notes as you explore your life.

It'll help you make sense of it. Keep honing those instincts.

They're crucial.

Thank you, Mr Frost. Truly.

Diana? Diana!

Diana!

- Diana! - Mother!

- We have discovered something awful. - About the gold!

What were you doing in that establishment?

Please, listen to us!

Thank you, Officer. We'll be on our way.

- Bye-bye. - Goodbye.

Mother, I understand we caused you a fright but I promise we have good intentions.

We went there to talk to Mr Malcolm Frost about the gold.

What you learned from a strange man in a public house is of no consequence.

- But mother... - I will hear none of it.

You were improper.

You disobeyed me.

You fraternised with a stranger

a male stranger, unchaperoned!

Mr Frost knows more about gold on the island than any of us.

How could you possibly think that you have the right to insert yourself

into this complicated financial matter?

You are a child.

You are not allowed to utter one word until we are back in Avonlea.

Mother, you're making a mistake!

- A mistake? How dare you? - Mrs Barry...

If I hear one more word from either of you, your friendship will be over for good.

Now come along.

♪ The friends we love ♪

♪ The friends we love... ♪

♪ The friends we love... ♪

- You sure you don't need any help with supper? - I do not.

♪ The friends we love... ♪

Oh, Matthew. I'm a bit at sixes and sevens.

I've gotten used to being in the kitchen.

I'm in your way.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Thank you for the dance.

Seems like I'm in everyone's way.

Guess I should head up, make myself presentable.

It's time for them to go.

Now.

We'll tell them at supper.

I have some happy news.

I've found a plot of land nearby that's perfect for my needs.

Land, eh?

Gonna build a gingerbread house, Mr Dunlop?

You know, what's lovely is

the walk from there to Green Gables is only a half hour.

Six months from now, when my house is finished

I'll remain close to you in both geography and spirit.

Matthew and I have decided

it's time for you to find other accommodations.

It's time for Green Gables to get back to normal.

It may, um...

take me a little while to find someplace else.

We're happy to give you a day or two, get organised.

Not to worry, friend.

We're in this together, hm?

♪ When we remember ♪

♪ The friends we love... ♪

Mr Dunlop, shouldn't you be using this time to pack?

It's Anne. I'm baking her favourite.

I can't wait to hear all about her adventure.

And I am not against a child's right to curiosity

but Anne continues to coerce...

- Always a pleasure. - Here it is. It's all there.

Anne?

Anne?

Anne!

Please thank your hosts.

Thank you.

Marilla, I need to talk to you about Nate and Mr...

We missed you so much. There's a lot of catching up to do.

I made this for you special.

You must be tired and hungry.

I'm fine.

Mr Dunlop, I kindly ask you to leave my kitchen

so I can attend to supper.

Come and help me, Anne.

Malcolm Frost.

He was the naturalist who reported on the story.

He said there was never any possibility of gold

anywhere on Prince Edward Island!

They know.

Nate and Dunlop have been working together.

They used Green Gables, Marilla.

- They used us. They're grifters. - I believe you, Anne.

I believe you.

We believe you too, Anne.

No.

You worked hard today, Jerry.

Just go on home to your family. Be well.

Merci, Mr Cuthbert.

Uh, so as you know, the boarders...

they'll be moving on.

- They took the gun. - Where's Anne?

I looked upstairs. They're gone!

I'll go for help.

Where do you think you're going, froggy?

It was you.

It was you!

Let's go.

I never liked you.

Give me the money.

Sure thing.

- Let me get your half. - All of it.

- Jonesey... let's... - This is all your fault.

How is this my fault? The kid tipped the grift.

You turned them against me.

- All I wanted was to stay. - Snap out of it.

This isn't on me.

They knew we were working together.

- Down yonder! Veer the left. - Come on, boy!

Come on!

- Go on, boy! - This way.

Hyah!

There's no life there for you.

They liked me.

Everyone, they liked me.

Jonesey, we gotta get going.

Hey, we'll find a whole new grift.

Just you and me, just like old times...

There is no me and you!

I'm taking the money

and I'm gonna buy a house with land somewhere beautiful!

There you go, buddy. I made your wish come true.

You get to stay in Avonlea forever.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

I will fear no evil for thou art with me...

Come on. Come on.

Over here!

What is it? What have we got?

Careful now.

- There's someone on the ground. - Whoa!

Jerry? Jerry?

Jerry?

I'm down here!

- Jerry? - We got someone in the hole!

- Help me out of here! - You alright?

What have we got?

Got yourself a nice goose egg there.

At least this time I tried to stop them.

- You're a good lad. - Get him out of there!

Jerry... well done.

They're the ones who robbed me in Charlottetown.

And you had a feeling.

It was Nate. He orchestrated everything.

Quiet now.

No. I was a victim, too.

Are you forgetting? I pitched in $150 like everyone else.

Avonlea was to be my home!

That's enough now, Mr Dunlop, or whoever you are.

And what of the money?

It's gone.

He took it. Nate took it.

I'm telling you, I'm a victim, too!

All of it?

I'm sorry, William. Things'll be tight for all of us for a while.

Time to get you home, Jerry.

Matthew said you tried to stop them.

All this time, I couldn't remember who they were.

And then, all of a sudden, like I...

I did.

It was very brave of you.

I wish you'd be rid of that book.

This is a period best forgotten.

I'm not sure I agree with you, Marilla.

Take this rock as an example.

Nate's book taught me that it's iron pyrite.

Fool's gold.

If you perceive it in a certain light, it looks like real gold.

It does if you're foolish enough to trick yourself

into seeing something that isn't real.

All we can do is our best, Marilla, regardless of what we know or don't know.

That's true enough.

I believe there's always a bit of good in any situation

even a bad one.

I think it builds character.

Easier said than done.

But I suppose that's a fine way of looking at things.

Malcolm Frost recommends I trust my intuition, and I plan to.

Hm... Fancy.

So, what it say?

There's gold in Avonlea?