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J e r ry: Merci.

Anne sings quietly: ♪ cordelia, nothing rhymes with... ♪

You're not going to school again today?

Anne: ♪ there's no need to be ashamed ♪

♪ even though you're strange and plain ♪

♪ cordelia ♪

♪ nothing rhymes with your name ♪

♪ but don't be ashamed ♪

♪ even though you're strange and plain... ♪

Isn't she supposed to be collecting the eggs?

Marilla: If she doesn't go back to school soon

you may have to send us both to the loony bin.

Anne hums to herself

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 ♪

Anne: Hello, little miss.

Marilla: And you'll need to test the pie's doneness with a small knife.

I will.

Watch the clock carefully, Anne, so as not to burn it.

I will.

I don't want to return from Rachel's to find green gables a smouldering ruin.

I will. — what?

I mean I won't. I—I mean, it won't.

Don't worry, I'll go right in.

Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home.

Your house is on fire and your children are home...

Anne! — I'm going!

All except one, and that's little Anne.

For she crept under the frying pan.

Marilla: And I'm at my wits' end.

Well, since you've asked for my advice, marilla...

I would humour her a little while longer.

You really think it's better she continue to stay at home?

Yes.

That is, I wouldn't say school again until she's said it herself.

And she will.

She won't be underfoot forever.

Truth is, I'm torn.

Bright as she is, she had such a difficult start in life

she isn't always equipped for certain things.

More's the pity. She had such a longing for school.

Bide your time, I'm telling you.

Anne is a clever one and all. Too clever by half.

She'll go back, that's for sure and certain.

It's hard to have lofty ideas when you're stuck in the kitchen all day.

Speak for yourself. — Rachel laughs

she'll soon cool off in a week or so.

Or so?

Pafience.

Mark my words, soon enough she'll go back of her own accord.

God willing.

Anne: I think this length is fetching, Griselda.

Yes.

Yes, this will do nicely for dancing.

Perhaps you could fashion a small loop at the hem

so I can lift the train?

I do so appreciate all your careful attentions, Griselda.

I think it's ever so important to give credit where credit is due.

How awful it would be to be in service of those

who neglect you or treat you unkindly.

I can imagine that it would make you feel quite small and hopeless...

And, occasionally, despairing and lacking in confidence.

I wonder if those feelings ever go away?

I'll take tea in the library, Griselda.

Today I'm going to climb the ladder

to reach the loneliest book on the highest shelf...

Oh, dear god! Anne!

Marilla. Oh, the pie!

Anne pants nervously — marillia grunts

out of the way! — I'm sorry. Marilla, I'm so sorry.

I forgot. — oh, I am aware.

Don't just stand there with your teeth in your head. Open the door!

Anne pants — marilla sighs and grunts

fetch the slop bucket.

Although I'm not sure this is even fit for pigs.

Anne: I'm very sorry, marilla.

I meant to watch the clock, truly I did.

I was having the most delightful daydream.

Your mind is idle, Anne.

It isn't idle at all.

I was imagining that I'm wise Princess cordelia

and I only have to touch a book to know its content.

This has gone on long enough.

No one thinks she's strange at all. In fact, she's embraced for being different.

Life is not magic, Anne. — Anne: I know.

You can't just wish yourself away.

I'm raising you and I know what's best.

It's high time you went back to school.

Please don't make me, marilla, please. I can't face it.

I promise I'll do better here. I promise.

You can stop all your bargaining cos there's no use in it.

But Matthew said I didn't have to go back. — what now?

He understands that school is a torment for me.

But of course he'd understand, he's a kindred spirit.

I don't have any friends!

Marilla: You've got Diana. — Anne: No!

She can't like me when no one else does! Don't you see?

Calm yourself! — Anne: And gil—...

There's a boy whose sole purpose in life is to humiliate—...

Stuff and nonsense. — I don't fit in!

You are going back to school tomorrow and that's final.

Anne sobs

Cow moos

Matthew cuthbert, the time has come to end this foolishness.

I have allowed you to interfere and coddle that child.

I was only sympathising.

Did we or did we not agree that her raising is up to me?

I—I didn't mean to put my oar in.

I hate it when she's upset, is all.

Well, I hope you're happy, cos she's inside, right now

waltzing around a smouldering kitchen.

She does seem to be a bit at sixes and sevens.

A bit?

She almost burnt down our home!

Mr Hammond: Move, ya little scarecro w/

mrs Hammond: Nothing but a miserable piece of trash.

Girl: Don't worry, Anne.

I'i/ always be your friend.

We have each other.

Kafie?

Katie, is that you?

Katie Maurice...

Clock ticks

are you in there?

Please, Katie.

Please.

Her breath wavers

I'm sorry I had to leave you at mrs Hammond's.

You have no idea how grateful I'd be if you'd visit me here.

Kafie?

Marilla: Idle hands are the devil's workshop.

So if it's alright with you, even though you know best

I would like to suggest that she return to school tomorrow.

Cow moos

Bell rings

Door opens

what brings you inside this time of day?

What is it you need, Matthew?

I'll take a coffee.

At three in the afternoon?

Or... or tea.

Tea'll be ready at four. Just like every other day.

Right then.

She'll get used to school soon enough, same as all the other children.

But she... — marilla: But what?

Anne's not like the others.

You're too soft with her, Matthew.

We'll not ask her too many questions when she gets back.

Can we agree on that? I don't want to open a can of worms.

She'll learn to like it and that's that.

Matthew: Afternoon...

Anne.

Anne.

I'm sure you're both wondering how the school day went.

I'm pleased to report it wasn't as bad as I thought.

I enjoyed myself.

She sighs

marilla: Well, that's just fine.

Do you not have homework? Where are your books?

Oh, I didn't need to bring them home today.

I'll go put this down on the bench.

Hello, Katie.

I brought you your favourite flower.

It's a wild Rose.

Katie, I wish you were here.

Marilla: Come along, Anne.

Well, my bed's all made.

May I take an extra apple, marilla, in case I have a friend to share it with?

Marilla: Help yourself.

Isn't it wonderful that every day can be an adventure?

You're chipper this morning. — well, it depends on how you look at things.

Well, I'm all ready for school. I'll just go fetch my hat.

I'm expecting to learn about... The district of saskatchewan today.

Isn't saskatchewan just the most delicious name to say?

I'd like to go there someday.

It's exciting to learn about all the places one might go.

I think the prairies hold a lot of appeal.

Well, time to go. Goodbye, marilla.

I hope you don't envy me too much in this time of great learning

in my young life.

Door opens and closes

Anne stays so late in school.

She enjoys it now?

It seems she does.

Jerry: Thank you.

Hello, ladies.

Hello.

Knock at door

Diana: Good afternoon, miss cuthbert.

Good afternoon, Diana.

This is miss Ruby gillis.

Hello. — marilla: Hello.

What brings you both by?

We thought Anne might like to have her books and everything.

Nice to meet you. Come on, Diana.

We've been worrying about her.

Isn't that right, Ruby?

Diana, especially.

Did something happen?

Diana: Anne's suffering, isn't she? I just know it.

Anne is too sensitive for this world.

That's what she told me once, anyway.

Is she truly never coming back to school?

If she's not then we can sit together, Diana.

When did you last see her?

It's been days and days.

I never imagined she wouldn't come back.

Neither did I.

Diana: May we say hello to her?

Anne is running an errand at present, but I'll be sure to tell her you were here.

Please do, miss cuthbert.

Please tell Anne we miss her very much.

You can count on it.

Anne: The name saskatchewan originated with the plains Indians.

Their word was "kisiskatchewan," meaning "the river that flows swiftly"

in reference to the most important waterways running through their territory...

The north and south saskatchewan rivers.

I love the way native names always mean something specific, don't you?

I wonder what my name would be if I was a north American native.

Fire—haired dreamer.

Or maybe...

She who speaks with trees.

I know. Kindred spirit. That could work.

Wind blows — what's that, dear Griselda?

Yes, you're right, as usual.

It's getting late and your Princess must away to her castle.

I'll see you in the bright and shiny morning, dear students.

Sorry I'm late, there was just so much to learn!

How was the district of saskatchewan?

Oh, fascinating. I had another excellent day.

I learned so much.

I imagine mr Phillips was quite impressed, and...

And she lied, and then lied some more.

Right to our faces.

I've been doing my best to teach her right from wrong

but, well, this matter is so grave that we knew we had to bring it to you.

Indeed, indeed.

You did right.

It's a very good thing I'm here.

God frowns on fibbing, young lady.

I imagine he does.

I see now how truly wrong I was.

Wrong and disrespectful.

I assure you, minister, I am full of woe.

Yes... — and also dismay...

With a good measure of chagrin.

I can only hope that it pleases god to know how truly unhappy I am.

Does it? — that is something you must pray on.

Now, Anne, you must always remember, honesty is the best policy.

Honesty isn't actually a policy, though, is it?

I beg your pardon?

Anne. — well, I believe that—...

Minister: I see now what you're up against.

It doesn't matter what you think.

About anything? Or—...

Do you agree never to lie again?

Is a lie of omission really a lie?

You see? She's not sorry.

I am sorry, marilla.

I truly am sorry for vexing you, and for—...

You said you were going to school.

I went, in a fashion. — do you take us for fools?

But they hate me there. — enough.

You must learn to harness yourself.

I see what the problem is, here. Oh, yes, I... do indeed.

And I have divined an answer.

This problem is easily solved.

If the girl doesn't want to go to school, then she shouldn't go.

She should stay home

and learn proper housekeeping until she marries.

And then the lord god said

"it is not good that the man should be alone. I will make him a helper fit for him."

There's no need for her to bother with an education.

Every young woman should learn how to be a good wife.

I don't know quite what I expected the minister to say

but I assure you it wasn't that.

And I fear preparing myself to be a wife

will be a powerful challenge for you, marilla.

Admittedly, I am very homely and clumsy.

It'll be a big surprise to both of us if I marry someday.

I certainly never expected to, but if god decrees it—...

Will you please go in the barn and see if there's anything needs doing?

I need to hear myself think.

Marilla wants me to find some outdoor chores to do.

Jerry's in the loft.

He'll tell you what needs doing.

You're so lucky to be a boy, Jerry.

Boys can do anything they want.

And boys have every opportunity.

You can go to school if you want.

Wait, does that mean school is out of the question for you?

Where do you think I'd rather be? — Anne: I hadn't really thought about it.

There are so many things I hadn't thought of before today.

I don't see I'm ever gonna be a very good wife, quite frankly.

Probably not.

I have such a bad temper. — true.

And I'm dreadfully wicked, and impatient, and skinny and homely...

Don't say anything, Jerry!

Ineverthought that a wife is what I would be.

She sighs

There have to be other options. What do you wanna be?

I do this.

But what if... what if I was a published author?

Or what if I were in command of an army like Joan of arc?

Or if I became an explorer and discovered new lands?

I don't need school for any of those things.

Why aren't you answering my question?

My brother is apprentice as a blacksmith.

The other learns to become a butcher.

I could be a smithy, I suppose.

But what do you want, Jerry?

You could be a cartographer or an aviator!

You could even lead a safari.

I don't know what you're talking about. — come on, Jerry, use your imagination!

No, seriously, I don't know any of those words.

Oh. Well, you get the idea.

And I'm not sure about you

but suddenly I feel absolutely ablaze with possibility!

Or you could just go to school, because you can.

Go find something else to do.

Door creaks open

Rachel: Hello?

Marilla?

What are you doing?

You know the stove's gone cold?

My, my...

This is unlike you.

I have no idea what's "like me."

None at all.

I'll light the stove.

I, uh, suppose your mind is burdened then?

By the minister's visit.

Oh, everything is just peaches and cream, thank you for asking.

Now is there anything I can bake, or clean or mend or fetch for you?

Bell rings frantically

Marilla! Marilla!

What's happening?

There's a fire in town. Put on your boots and hurry down.

Fetch the cellar buckets. We'll slop the pigs on our way.

Quick like a bunny.

Quick, quick!

Fetch every bucket you can find.

Hold them still with the blankets.

Horse whinnies

bring the lantern.

Horse whinnies

man: Keep those waters coming. Keep them moving.

Villagers shout out

Matthew: Hurry! Hurry! — man 2: We need more buckets!

This is the gillis's house.

Oh, poor Ruby.

Villagers shout and scream — Matthew: Hurry! Hurry!

Horse squeals

man 3: Get the horses out of here!

Man 4: Run to our place to get some more buckets!

Man 5: Help me. Down the line!

Diana: Anne! Anne!

Anne: Oh, I've missed you so much!

Glass shatters — villagers scream

Gilbert: Stand clear. Stand clear. Out of my way.

Man 6: Give us a hand with the ladder.

Gilbert: Alright. Help me up. — man 6: Hurry, hurry!

Get the buckets for Gilbert!

Woman: No! No!

Matthew: Where's the fire wagon?

Alright. Let's go, let's go!

Man 5: It's on its way.

It's burning so fierce. Is everyone out of the house?

Uh, yeah, that's the gillis family over there. You see Ruby?

Gilbert: Hey! Keep the water coming! Come on!

Why are the doors and windows open?

Gilbert: We need more water!

Bell rings — woman: Watch out!

Man 6: Make way! Make way!

Woman: It's the fire wagon!

Man 7: Get back! Fire wagon!

Get back! Get back!

Gilbert: Come on! Let's go!

Anne?

Man 8: Get back! Get back!

No! Anne!

Anne!

Anne!

Anne!

Door closes — Anne coughs

Anne!

Anne coughs

Diana: Anne!

Marilla: What is it? — It's Anne!

What's wrong? — it's Anne!

What's happened to Anne? Anne!

Diana: She ran inside.

Let me go! — no, marilla!

I need to get Anne.

Anne coughs

Anne! — woman: No!

No, let me go! I need to get Anne!

Woman: Stay here! — marilla: Is that her?

Oh, my god.

Alright, it's slowing down! We can do this! Keep 'em coming!

She coughs

She coughs

where is she? — Diana: Oh, Anne!

Marilla: I don't understand. Where is she?

Rachel: Dear god in heaven. — Diana: Anne!

Anne splutters and gasps

man 8: Somebody help over here!

Mr cuthbert! Mr cuthbert, help! — man 8: Pump is broke!

Anne coughs

man 8: A pump's broke!

Lift it off. Hold the ring. Let's lift.

Quick, quick, quick, quick.

Woman: Thy kingdom come

thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who trespass against us...

Anne!

Anne! Anne! Oh, Anne!

Diana: Oh, Anne!

Marilla: Oh, Anne! Oh—oh—oh.

Find out what's happening.

Marilla: Anne!

Oh, she's alright.

Anne: I'm alright. — she's alright!

What were you thinking?

Did it help? — why did you run inside?

Jerry: She ran inside! — did it slow it down?

What were you thinking?

Fire... fire needs oxygen...

Closing windows and doors deprives it.

Oh, my word! — Jerry: Anne slowed down the fire!

However do you know that? — It was Anne! She did it!

Baby cries

the fire manual in the orphanage.

There wasn't much else to read.

She coughs — here.

They pant and cry happily

man coughs

and we thank thee, oh lord, for your mercy.

And of some have compassion making a difference

others save with fear, pulling them out of the fire

hastening even the garments, spotted by the flesh.

Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling

and to present you faultless

before the presence of his glory with exceeding joy...

Maybe you could be a firefighter.

We thank three for watching over us

and keeping all in our community safe from harm.

Praise be to god almighty.

Alright, it's settled.

The gillis family will be billeted out to the Barrys, the cuthberts and ourselves.

With all the men pulling together

we figure the major repairs will take about a week.

Sounds about right.

Matthew: Jerry and I will put things right at green gables

and be back as soon as we can.

As will I. I'll bring as many hands as I can spare.

Thank you.

What a thing.

What a thing. — we'll get it all squared away.

Never fear.

We owe you all a great debt of thanks, especially dear Anne...

For risking your life for us, and taking such quick action.

And ladies, thank you kindly for agreeing to take the children

especially since school won't be in session.

You'll have your hands full.

Ruby, come here, please.

It's no trouble at all. We're happy to have her.

Now Anne and Ruby can get to know each other better.

What? No.

Mother! — Ruby?

Ruby: I don't want to stay there. — my, my.

Mrs gillis: Calm yourself. — why can't I stay with Diana?

That's enough. The plan is set.

I'll never live it down. Please don't make me!

Mrs gillis: I won't have any more of this.

After the events of this evening

you should be grateful to have a bed to sleep in at all.

Here, here.

Mrs gillis: I apologise.

Baby gurgles

it doesn't matter what the other girls think, Ruby.

It matters what you think.

And I, for one, think Anne is marvellous and brave.

I'll visit soon, alright?

It's alright. Don't worry.

I'm sure no one will think you're my friend.

I reckon we should be off.

Marilla: Now, I'd like the two of you to go upstairs to bed for a few hours.

You both need rest after that terrible night.

I can help you, marilla. I should fetch the eggs.

You can, but you won't.

Now, up to bed with both of you.

Anne, please see to it that your guest is comfortable.

Come along, Ruby.

I have a lovely gable room and the cherry tree is ever so friendly.

She sobs

My first night here in this room, I cried as you do now.

Try as I might, there was no hope for my imagination that cold night.

Princess cordelia was nowhere to be found.

Princess cordelia?

Well, she's a wise and solitary Princess.

She wears dresses of the finest silk and velvet

with puff sleeves and ever so many flounces.

One day...

Princess cordelia arrived at the most beautiful kingdom in the world.

She knew not a soul, and was worried no one would like her...

All my dresses will be ruined from the smoke.

Anne: You can borrow one of mine. I have two.

A week really isn't that long

when you plan out all the things that you want to do.

Maybe you could start by imagining what colour you want your room to be.

I know for a fact that it's good to have things to look forward to.

I've always been partial to Robin's egg blue.

What colour do you like?

Pink would also be divine.

I never usually think of pink.

Being as I'm so red—headed, it's out of the question

but you would look so pretty in a pink room.

She sighs we'll stay busy. I'm learning to bake.

We can make some biscuits for the boys while they work.

You can see Gilbert.

Diana thought he cut quite a heroic figure putting out the Blaze on your behalf.

On my behalf?

I hadn't really thought of it like that.

Well, I didn't notice, of course.

I am not a Gilbert blythe fan.

I shall never forgive his insult

and I shall never be dissuaded from my low opinion of him.

That's a good idea about the biscuits.

It's a shame you're not in school anymore.

You seem awful smart about things.

It's best for everyone that I'm not there.

She sighs

men chatter in background

Put your backs into it, boys.

Man: Here you go.

Afternoon, minister. I'm learning to bake.

Care for a scone?

Minister: Oh, don't mind if I do.

This is some heavy work.

Billy: Hey look, it's the freak and her new twin sister.

As long as they bring food, I don't care if it's quasimodo.

Anne Ruby!

Billy laughs

that was great. — Anne: Ruby, are you alright?

Ruby cries — Billy laughs

Anne: Ruby... — Billy: Girls are so useless.

Guess you should've stayed home in the kitchen, hey?

What is wrong with you?

Go home and bake cookies!

Headline: They already did.

Anne: This is Ruby's property, or did you forget?

Why don't you shove off and leave the men to their work.

Why don't you give me that hammer and I'll finish the job myself

if you're too busy being a bully to get it done!

Men chuckle

hey, here.

You alright?

There you are.

Thank you, Gilbert.

Yeah, of course. Thanks for, um, coming by to help feed the beasts.

Matthew: Much obliged. — Anne: You're welcome.

Anne: Matthew, will you please bring the basket home later?

Matthew: I'd better if I know what's good for me.

Gilbert: Um...

Anne: Come on, Ruby, let's get you home.

You were right, minister, honesty is the best policy.

And it's also very satisfying.

Well, I—I—I...

I—I—I... I don't think...

Gilbert is so chivalrous.

Well, he's something alright.

Anne grunts

Matthew: That was, uh, quite the incident...

Hammer taps — ...Up there at the gillis house today.

Nothing beats a redhead for a temper.

I meant you being as brave as you were.

Oh.

If you were a boy, oh, that would've ended up in fisticuffs.

I wouldn't have minded.

Billy Andrews is a coward who deserves a good sock in the kisser.

I could take him! — Matthew: Hmm...

Not if you don't...

Protect the nose!

Oh, you're pretty good.

You been taking lessons on the sly?

She laughs — Matthew grunts

just call me avonlea ace!

Yeah, you're a natural.

Nose, nose, nose. He play groans

she grunts — oh, gee!

The inaugural meeting of the avonlea story club is now in session.

Oh, Anne, this is so...

So...

Deliciously secret and scrumptiously exciting?

You have such a way with words!

I hardly know what you're saying half the time.

They giggle — thank you.

Now, before we begin cultivating our imaginations

each of us should pick our nom—de—plume.

See? It's happened again. — Diana laughs

a nom—de—plume is a pen name for purposes of anonymity.

I shall be writing under the name of rosamond montmorency.

Ooh, that gives me such a thrill.

Once a week, we'll read our completed stories aloud to each other

and talk them over thoughtfully.

I can't think of anything.

Oh, I've got heaps of ideas if you need a little prompting to start.

How about a tale of romance most divine and tragical?

Diana giggles

She yawns

I can't believe I move back into my house tomorrow.

And school will start again.

Everything will be made right.

I'll miss you, Anne.

She sighs

floorboards creak

I thought you'd like to know that Ruby has gone to sleep.

Well, thank you, Anne.

It's handy that she can fall asleep so easily.

She needs her rest seeing as how she's going home tomorrow

and school will start again soon.

Mm—hm.

I'm in a quandary.

It worries me, what the minister said.

Not the not fibbing part. He was right about that.

It's the "not going to school and being a wife" part.

I've been pondering about that, too.

His thinking seems a mite old—fashioned to me.

What do you think?

Well, it doesn't provide much scope for the imagination

that's for sure and certain.

Seems to me you should decide for yourself...

What you want to do and be, and set your mind to it.

Maybe school wouldn't be so bad now that I have Diana and Ruby.

You've got a good and nimble mind, Anne.

I don't see why you should limit it.

In my day, we didn't get to choose.

I think you should make your own decision.

She sighs

She sighs

goodbye, dear Katie.

Clock ticks

Indistinct chatter

mr Phillips: Settle down.

Don't make me ask you again.

Open your readers to chapter 12.

Josie: Ugh, the orphan's back.

Mr Phillips: When I turn around, you best have your readers open.

It's Anne! — excited gasps

she's here! — girl: She's back!

Anne!

Missed you so much.

Mr Phillips: Anne shirley—cuthbert, take your seat.

She sighs

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