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Oh, Matthew Cuthbert!

I can fix that.

Don't you even think about it.

Marilla, please, I'm not an old barn sock.

I'm going into town tomorrow.

I'll get Wallace, that carpenter fella, to come out.

Oh, Mack Wallace couldn't miter a flush joint on a bait

box, for heaven's sake.

Go on back to bed now.

Goodnight all.

You go to bed, too.

- I'm going, I'm going. - Good night.

Lordy Almighty.

- Matthew! - Oh, Lord.

- Aye, yai, yai. - Matthew!

- Matthew? - I'm here!

Matthew?

I'm here!

Matthew?

I'm here!

Matthew, what are you doing?

The ladder fell off.

If you could just go down and prop it up, I'll be fine.

Hold on!

I'll go get some help.

All right, quickly!

You old goat.

Ah.

Hello, Marilla.

Me and Anne, we're kindred spirits.

Thank you.

Heaven help us.

I'm fine, don't be mad.

I tried my best to be a model pupil like Minnie Andrews,

who's a model pupil, but dull and pokey

and without a spark of imagination,

or a single original thought of her own.

All she ever says is, I agree with that.

Anne Shirley, if you can't say something nice about someone,

don't say anything at all.

OK, well let me think.

Oh yes, it appears Josie Pye's an awfully good singer.

More awfully good than I ever imagined.

And Gilb I mean, we all think Mr. Phillips

is deeply sad about something. - That's all?

Why would they think that?

Wouldn't be such dunces, especially me.

You're no dunce, you can be sure of that.

Did you ever study geometry at school?

Well, you know, I can't

You didn't.

Well, I wish you had.

Because then you'd be able to sympathize with me,

and you can't properly sympathize

with anyone if you haven't actually

done the thing yourself.

Geometry casts a dark cloud over my whole life.

I'm such a dummy, even Mr. Phillips says so.

He what?

Oh, it's all right.

Poor scholarship makes him unhappy,

especially anything in math.

I really am a clod in geometry.

Oh, stuff and nonsense.

I believe I'll have a word with that man.

You hold your horses Matthew Cuthbert.

Fear and shame are no way to educate a child.

Worse than the switch.

Inspiration and encouragement is what they need.

What? What?

I've never heard you be so loquacious.

Lo what?

You talk too much.

Finish your stew.

Ah, ah.

Mmmm.

It's easy.

If you like, I can show you after.

Thank you, Ruby.

When I'm 15, I'm going to have a whole string of those.

How do you do that?

I mean, well, how do you know what you know?

Six older sisters.

What do they say?

About what?

Oh, please.

The secret of the universe, that's what they called it.

Well, go on.

You must tell.

Well, one must never appear to try too hard.

Oh, Anne's an expert at that.

At what? What?

Nothing.

Gotta go, see you tomorrow.

Bye.

Bye.

Diana, what?

Expert at what, I want to know.

All I mean is that, well, you don't try at all with Gilbert.

I know he can be silly sometimes but he is a good person,

really he is.

Race you, 1, 2, 3.

Uh, Anne.

Hey, that's not fare.

Anne, come to my house, we can make toffee.

Oh, that sounds wonderful.

Love you sweetheart.

Who's a good girl?

Mother, look who's here.

Hello, Mrs. Barry.

Anne, dear, I'm so pleased that you're here.

Now, arms up, turn around.

Now, you two just go right ahead,

I've placed all the ingredients right here on the table.

And for heaven's sake, don't let it burn.

Almost there.

That's good.

That's good.

You know what?

No

Um, OK, I actually have a really good idea..

And we had to throw it all away,

but it didn't matter because making

it was such splendid fun.

And when I left, Diana and I blew kisses back and forth

until I reached the steep part of the path

and I lost sight of their magnificent home.

I can't imagine what I could ever do to commemorate

oh, I know, I'll make a new, special prayer

in honor the occasion.

Yes, that's the perfect thing.

I trust none of you harbor hope

of one day finding employment with

any prestigious organization.

When I worked for the Royal Bank,

businessmen took a dim view of poor academics.

I suppose you could become a secretary or clerk,

but if you really want to make a proper life for yourself,

you'd best pull up your socks.

Do you follow me scholars?

Yes, Mr. Phillips.

Marilla? Marilla?

- In here. - Hi, Matthew.

Hello there, Miss Anne.

Good day at school?

Yes, thank you.

Marilla.

Oh, good heavens child.

Catch your breath.

Marilla, the most wonderful miracle has occurred.

Oh, mercy, tell us.

Tomorrow, after school, your little Anne

has had the honor of being invited

to spend the night at the home of Miss Diana Barry.

And the invitation came from Mrs. Barry herself.

Well that's an honor you're going to have to do without.

But, Marilla.

Oh now don't start with all your

you know how you can be.

Little girls belong in their own beds.

I'm not a little girl, I'm nearly 13.

What?

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking you ought to let her go.

Who is bringing this child up, you or me?

Well, now, you are.

Well, then, don't interfere.

Hold on, now.

You can't say I'm interfering.

It's not interfering to have an opinion on a thing.

And my opinion is you ought to let Anne go.

You'd think I'd ought to let Anne go to the moon,

if she took a notion, I have no doubt.

She wasn't asking for the moon.

Staying up all hours of the night?

Pretty doings for children, I should say.

Lack of sleep would wind her up, fill her head

with nonsense for a week.

No, believe me, I know what's best

for this child's disposition.

Do you?

Anne, have you been eavesdropping?

I came to apologize to you, Marilla.

And to you to, Matthew.

I made you have an argument.

We're not having an argument.

We're just being a bit growley with each other.

We're always a bit growley with each other.

Aren't we, Matthew?

Yeah, like old bears.

But, you're right, Marilla.

I'm a badly behaved child and I know I'm a great trial.

All right, enough of that.

I'll go wash up for dinner.

Pfff.

You old goat.

Oh, I can?

Marilla, thank you, thank you!

Anne?

Here, use this.

It was my mother's.

It smells like

like a city.

Well, my mother was very fond of the Boston states.

Thank you, Marilla.

Oh.

You're always too kind to me even though I'm so difficult.

Oh, now, now, none of that.

Here, go ahead, put your things inside.

And don't forget to say your prayers.

One day I'm going to travel the whole world,

or at least to Italy.

Of course, I have to see Paris, and London,

and more than anything I want to ride elephants in India.

And have astonishing adventures in the Orient.

Can't you just imagine me-

Anne.

Just while I'm thinking about it,

Diana's Aunt Josephine Barry is visiting with the Barry's.

Now she's very old, and she's very rich.

And Mrs. Barry would like to keep on her good side.

Are you following what I'm saying?

Oh, yes, Marilla.

I'll be on my very, very, very, best behavior.

Yeah.

Eh, remember your weekend assignments.

Yes, Mr. Phillips.

We're going to have so much fun.

Do you want to go another way?

Where?

To my house.

No, what other way?

Short cut through Taylor's woods.

Oh, yes.

Josie Pye says it's haunted.

Ah, but I don't believe her.

Do you?

Of course not, let's go.

This path is, uh, darker than I remember.

Maybe we should walk faster.

Good idea.

You don't know?

Um.

Well, this path is-

What?

Different than I remember.

That way's to Green Gables.

And that one's to my house.

You sure?

Positive.

Shhhh.

What?

What? What is it?

Ah, nothing.

We can pretend.

Pretend what?

It's the white lady.

You see how she wrings her hands?

It's her agonizing lament for her murdered child.

Anne, stop it!

It's only the wind in the

I think we should

Me, too.

What's all this, then?

Already said your prayers?

- Amen. - All right, you two.

You girls all right?

Oh, yes, Mother.

Well, you barely touched your dinners.

Mrs. Barry, we're exhausted.

I don't think I've had so much fun and exercise my whole life.

All right.

Night, night.

And no jibber jabbering when lights out.

- Diana? - Shhh.

Do you think it followed us?

I'm freezing.

If you're cold that means there's a ghost nearby.

There's a window at the end of the hall.

You can see the forest from there.

Will you go?

I'm too scared.

- Ah! - Ah!

Enough! Oh, goodness!

How much is a dash?

Oh, just a drop or two.

I ran into Mrs. Barry this morning.

Apparently last night Ole Miss Barry

was frightened near to death.

Really?

What happened?

I surprised her, by accident.

Anne, after I warned you.

In any event, she woke up in a terrible temper,

and Josephine Barry's temper is no joke.

She was awfully cross with Diana.

She planned to pay for music lessons, but not any longer.

That's not Diana's fault, I'm the one who barged

into her room, by accident.

I understand Josephine was to stay for a month,

but now she declares she wants to go

back first thing tomorrow.

I'm such an unlucky child.

I can't help getting into scrapes,

and then I drag in my dearest bosom friends, someone

I'd shed my life's blood for.

Why does it always happen to me?

Because you're a heedless child.

And impulsive.

Never stop to think.

Never.

That's what's part of it.

Something flashes in your mind and you must out with it

because if you stop and think about it

then the moment spoils forever.

Don't you feel that way, Mrs. Lynn?

Marilla?

In such a dire situation, there's only one thing to do.

I don't know what it's like to awake

suddenly from a deep sleep, but I can imagine it must

have been extremely disturbing.

Yes, it was.

Then, perhaps you can imagine the other side of it?

An orphaned child who had the honor to have her very first

sleep over with her best bosom friend, deadly afraid

of terrors of the dark, lost and alone in a strange hallway,

searching for the warmth of her bed.

You have imagination, Ms. Barry, can you imagine my heartache

at making such a mistake?

We've had dealings with Anne Shirley

before this, haven't we?

Yes, Mrs. Barry.

For instance?

Serving alcohol at a children's tea party.

Really?

Inexcusable.

Also an accident?

My life is a perfect tragedy of previous accidents,

one after the other.

Anne Shirley, I do believe your claim to sympathy

is as strong as my own.

In that case, would you please consider forgiving Diana

and stay as long as you meant to in Avonlea?

Diana shall have her music lessons

and I will be happy to stay, so long as you promise to come

and talk to me now and then.

My dear, I do believe you're the first interesting person

I've ever met in Avonlea.

Puckle, -P-U-C-K-L-E, puckle.

That is correct.

Cogglesome, C-O-G-G-E-L-S-O-M-E.

That is incorrect.

This week's winner is Gilbert Blythe.

It's L-E.

- It's L-E. - I know that.

I just didn't say it.

I'll win next time, you'll see.

Mr. Phillips, may I just say how

impressed we all are and happy for Anne

Shirley's academic progress?

Well, Gilbert, that's extremely generous of you.

I agree with that.

Very good, Minnie.

Anne Shirley, don't you agree?

Anne?

I recognize that you have had a difficult upbringing, and so

on, but can't you find a smidgen of warmth

in your heart to say thank you to Gilbert?

Thank you, Gilbert.

I studied so hard and I only got a B.

Well, a B is pretty good for you.

That's not funny.

See you tomorrow.

I don't understand why you're so cruel with Gilbert.

He is a nice boy, not at all my type, mind you.

He's inhumanely cruel.

Do you want to know what I think?

I think he's in love with you.

Diana Barry.

Don't ever say that.

You're my bosom friend, but I can't allow even you to speak

to me of that horrid person.

I was only trying to

My ears are closed.

How can we be bosom friends if I can't say what I think?

You're right, sorry.

You want to know what I think?

Oh golly, I forgot, I have to get

straight back to Green Gables.

I have to bake a pie all my own, first time I've ever tried.

- Secretly you love him, too. - Ah.

Matthew?

Matthew?

Oh no, no, I'm all right.

I'm fine, Miss Anne.

I was just joking, like you.

Oh please, don't ever do that again.

I'm so sorry.

Ah, jeez.

You know, I was just going to go and pick some puffballs.

Why don't you come with me?

Yeah, I'm the only one that knows where they grow,

and I'll share my secret with you.

Yes, let's go.

All right, here we go. Come on.

You love the forest, don't you?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, I surely do.

What exactly is puffball?

Oh, it's kind of a giant mushroom.

You cut it up in little pieces and fry it in lots of butter.

Why, there's nothing more delicious in the whole world.

Yes, sir.

Mm-hmm.

Here we are.

Now, remember this old tree.

Just a little way to go now.

What's the matter.

It used to be here.

What? No, no.

Well, maybe I don't know oh!

I know where it is now, I know, come on.

Maybe we should go back.

Shh.

Let me let me

let me think.

Matthew.

Matthew. - What, what, what?

I know the way back.

What?

To the path.

Matthew.

We can go back.

I know the way.

Can I show you?

- What? - Come on.

Can I show you?

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, please.

Come on.

Oh, good, yes.

Yes, good. - Yeah.

Good.

Here we are, see?

Yes. Yes.

Are you all right?

Of course I am!

Hey, we can try it again tomorrow.

Now listen to me.

Uh, you know, I think, uh, maybe we oughta keep all of this

under our hats.

You know, it's never a good idea to upset Marilla.

What say you?

I do wish I could have had the headache for you, Marilla.

I would have enjoyed it joyfully, for your sake.

Yes, I've no doubt you would have.

You know what I would have enjoyed more?

A nice warm piece of pie.

Unfortunately, when I got home I found it burnt to cinders.

Oh golly, I knew something was missing.

I felt it instinctively.

Something missing?

Anne Shirley, when you have obligations you must learn

to keep your mind focused.

Sometimes I'm reprehensible.

I can't seem to help it.

It's as if there's another Anne inside of me,

I'm certain that's why I'm so troublesome.

If there was just one Anne it would be

ever so much more comfortable.

But then life would only be half so interesting.

Interesting is not important, what's

important is to be sensible.

Marilla, I'm so sorry about the pie.

And with my whole heart, upon my oath,

I swear I'll become more sensible.

Sooner than later, I hope?

It's from Gilbert.

Who belongs to this corpulent Macintosh?

It's mine, sir.

I'm the one who dropped it.

Class?

What is my rule?

No food in the classroom until lunch.

Anne, Gilbert, go to the blackboard, 50 times,

"I will not bring food into class until lunch."

Open your readers.

The next step in our examination of the text,

figurative language, metaphor, similes, when

something is something else.

Mr. Blythe, do you find something amusing?

No, sir.

There is nothing funny about disregard for the rules.

Without rules, there can be no civility.

Can your little brain grasp that?

Yes, sir.

Go on, it's only fare.

What?

No, I Both of you return to your seats.

He's awful.

- Marilla? - Yes, come.

- May I speak with you? - What's the matter?

I do so want to be sensible, really I do.

In just a few weeks, I'll be 13 and I

know I'll make better choices if I become more sensible.

- Yes, you will. - But

There's no buts about it.

What is the matter child?

Is keeping a secret being sensible?

Well, that all depends.

Why don't you stop beating around the bush

and just come out with it?

It's about Matthew.

Come here.

Scholars.

It is my unfortunate duty to inform you that I will

be leaving your beloved school.

In fact, today will be my last in Avonlea.

Yes, the time has come for us to part.

And parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say it

now, rather than on the morrow.

And, if I should have another life to live,

I would gladly lay it down for Avonlea.

The fairest village in all sweet Prince Edward's realm.

The time has come for us to part.

The parting is such sweet sorrow.

If I should have any other life to live-

I will gladly lay it down for Avonlea.

My dear, dear scholars, thank you.

Wait.

Aren't we being unfair and far too cruel?

No.

Beat you to the crossroads.

Don't forget to get the cake.

And then go ask Muriel to help you pick up something nice.

What kind of something nice?

Well, I don't know, you decide.

Well, you should be the one to decide.

Oh, I'm not good at that sort of thing.

If you don't know that by now Matthew Cuthbert,

you've been spending too much time in that barn.

Off you go.

Thank you.

Good morning, Matthew.

Indeed it is, Muriel.

Can I help you find anything in particular?

No, no. Just snooping around.

You know how that goes.

Ah, Mr. Phillips, you're back are you?

Only to fetch my mail, if there is any.

Yes, indeed there is, from the Royal Bank of Canada.

I wonder what they have to say about your application

to the head office?

Young fellow?

I'll have a word with you.

Oh, Mr. Cuthbert, just man I'd hope to run into.

May I tell you what a privilege it has

been to know your Anne Shirley?

I only wish that my teaching could have risen to the level

of her ability to learn.

She's an exceptional child.

I know that in the years to come,

she will make you very proud.

You mentioned you wanted a word?

Ah, no.

Yes, Mr. Phillips.

Only to say, I wish you all the very best of luck.

Well, thank you Mr.

Thank you.

Uh, Muriel?

Matthew.

From Charlottetown.

Hmmm, Aunt Florence.

I do hope there's no bad news.

Oh, well, a little bit perhaps.

But by the end I think it's a real opportuni

ty.

Well, why didn't you give it to me before?

Some people forget things, especially old people.

Well, let me have it.

Here.

- Oh, it's from Aunt Florence. - Uh-huh.

Oh, Uncle Abner's finally passed away.

- I never did care for the man. - Matthew!

May he rest in peace.

So she wants us to

I'm not doing it.

You're not doing what?

Read on, you'll see.

Read on.

She wants us to move to Charlottetown

I'm telling you right now, I'd sooner

be a knuckle picker in a lobster shack and sleep in the swamp

before I'd allow myself to get stuck in a big city

with its high opinion of itself.

You read my letter.

I never set a single eye on a word of it.

Well, how did you know what was in it then?

How do you think?

Muriel.

Aunt Florence also said she was sorry to learn

of my disoriented behavior.

To what was she referring?

Marilla?

What is she referring to?

It was me, Matthew.

I broke my promise.

I told. I'm so sorry.

Come here, child.

Come, please.

I'm so, so, so sorry, Matthew.

Ah, now, now, Ms. Anne, listen to me.

Listen, you did the right thing.

The sensible thing.

It was my stubbornness and pride that got in the way.

It was not fair put you in the middle.

I betrayed you.

What?

Betrayed me?

Ms. Anne, you saved me twice.

Once out in the forest, and then again

when you told Marilla about it.

Child, you can have no better friend

than one who tells the truth.

And I could not have a better friend than you.

Thank you.

John Blythe's boy, isn't he?

Hmm.

I seem to remember you doing some play acting

thing together, you and John.

Oh, pffff.

You know I never was the marrying type.

Aha.

Does take after his father, though.

I can see it in his eyes.

Go on, go make yourself useful.

Does anybody want some more cake?

You, there you go.

All right, ready?

- Yes, sir. - Here we go.

I like pigs and horses and milking cows

but, chickens are not my favorite.

I understand they're awfully good roasted.

But, father insists I try it myself, try roasting one.

But a man roasting a chicken?

I don't know.

Seems, well, what do you think?

Never hurts to try some swell things.

I would try almost anything if I could.

I imagine you would.

- Are you ready, Josie Pye? - Yes.

Here we go.

You watch, she won't be back.

Not in the way she used to be.

Yes, she would.

Ah, my.

I see we're all well-behaved children,

but I don't believe it for a minute.

Plenty of time for well behaving, not

enough for ordinary behaving.

I'm Miss Stacy.

I'm fair, but I don't suffer fools.

The first order of business every morning is a brisk walk.

Everyone up, out of your seats.

Out of your seats!

Follow me.

Breathe in the fresh air as you walk.

Breathe deeply children, fill your lungs

with the lovely northwesterly winds blowing to us

all the way from the Arctic.

Can you smell the ancient ice millions

of years old, where all the secrets of our planet

are frozen in time?

All right, gather round.

Excellent.

Excellent.

Now, stretch out your arms, hold hands, and form a circle.

We shall now commence to exercise

our anatomical parts, forcing our blood to flow and our minds

to think.

And 1 and 2 and 3 and 1 and 2 and 3 and hold.

Et cetera.

"But hark, the tramp of armed men, the Douglas' battle cry.

They come, they come, and lo, the scowl Ruthven's hollow eye.

And swords are drawn and daggers gleam,

and tears and words are vain.

The Ruthven steel is in his heart,

the faithful Rizzio is slain.

Then Mary Stuart brushed aside a tear that trickling fell.

Now, from my father's arms, she said,

my woman's heart farewell."

Bravo, Anne Shirley.

Bravo.

Well done, Anne.

Well done.

I agree with that.

Bravo, Anne Shirley.

Bravo, well done.

I certainly hope this Mr. Allen fellow is married.

It would never do to have an unmarried minister in Avonlea.

He might marry in the congregation,

wouldn't that be a fine kettle of cod.

Nope, the ideal combination for a pastor

is sound doctrine in the man and good housekeeping in the woman.

You are a far-seeing woman, Rachel Lynde.

Yeah, I try, Marilla.

Lord knows I try.

All things wise and wonderful,

the Lord God made them all.

The tall trees in the green wood,

the meadows where we play.

The rushes by the water, we gather every day.

All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small.

All things wise and wonderful, our Lord God made them all.

She's far too fashionable, it's unseemly.

Shush.

My dear new found friends, a very short while

ago in Halifax, Mrs. Allen and I debated

where to spend our honeymoon.

But in the end, we realized if there

was one place on this earth where

all things are bright and beautiful,

it's right here in Avonlea.

That's why we knew the perfect place for a honeymoon

was here with all of you.

The next morning the King was joyous

that Daniel was still alive, he ordered him

taken out of the lion's den.

Then the King looked Daniel over,

and there wasn't a bite mark or a scratch found on his body.

And you know why?

Because he trusted in God?

Very good, because he trusted in God.

And then do you know what happened?

All of Daniel's enemies, everyone who had falsely

accused him, were thrown into the lion's den,

with their wives and children.

The lions ate them all.

Right down to the bones.

Golly, that's a good story.

Oh, I think I remember.

Ruby Gillis, right?

Yes, Ruby?

Will there be a Sunday school picnic this summer?

I certainly hope so, Ruby, I adore picnics don't you?

He's by no means perfect but his doctrine is sound,

and we can't expect a faultless minister for $750 per annum.

But I do worry about his wife, she seems awfully petite.

And, I may say, very young to be taking over the mistresship

of the manse.

I think she's wonderful.

And she has such beautiful skin, I wish I had beautiful skin.

If I had, perhaps I could influence people for good.

Mrs. Allen is always telling us you should try

and influence people for good.

She talks about everything so nicely.

I never knew religion could be such a cheerful thing,

I always thought it was slow and melancholy.

But Mrs. Allen isn't like that at all.

I know if I could be more like her I'd be a better Christian.

Yes, well, I certainly look forward

to getting to know her better.

I suppose you must have the good pastor and Mrs. Allen

up to tea?

Oh, could we Marilla, please?

I suppose we must.

Perhaps next Wednesday.

Don't tell Matthew, though, he'll find

some excuse not to be around.

May I bake a cake for the occasion?

You know, I can make a pretty good cake.

Of course, I'd want your help to guide my hand.

A very simple layer cake.

Oh, and you can make your baking powder biscuits,

and perhaps your plum preserves.

Oh, and whipped cream, I know for a fact

ministers love whipped cream.

Yes, they love whipped cream.

One more week and I'll be 13, like you.

I'm so excited to be 13.

Do you like it, Anne?

Anne?

Oh, yes, I'm sorry, I was just

Thinking about Gilbert?

Why would you say that?

Well, you spend all your time with him now.

I don't.

Besides, if you must know, I was thinking about my layered cake.

What if it doesn't rise?

Or it tastes horrible?

I would be so ashamed, I could

I could never show my face at church again.

I would have to become a druid and live alone in the forest

Anne.

Anne.

You'll make a beautiful cake.

How do you know?

A fairy told me.

Oh, Marilla, what if it doesn't rise?

Perhaps the baking powder isn't good.

Mrs. Lynde says you can never be sure about getting

good baking powder nowadays, with the government meddling,

making everything so adulterated

Oh, we're going to have plenty of food without it.

I know that.

Can I fix up the table with some ferns and wild roses?

There's no need.

It's the edibles that are important,

not the trivial decor.

Mrs. Barry decorates her table.

I heard Mr. Barry say it's a feast for the eyes,

as well as the palate.

I don't care.

Go ahead, do what you want.

Thank you thank, you.

Mind you leave room for the dishes.

Oh, my, what a glorious arrangement.

It's all of Anne's doings.

I don't believe you've met my brother, Matthew Cuthbert.

How do you do, Mr. Cuthbert?

Hello, Mr. Cuthbert.

Matthew will do.

And how are you, Matthew?

I'm 76.

Please, thank you.

All right. There we are.

Thank you, Anne.

I think I'll have another piece.

- , dear. - Oh.

Thank you very much. Please.

How delightful.

See you on Sunday, Matthew.

If you come here.

OK.

She made that all by herself.

My goodness, what an accomplishment.

All right, OK.

Shall I be the first to try?

Yes, please.

Oh my, that looks delicious.

Thank you.

There you go.

Oh, look at this.

Is it all right?

Mmm, oh, yes.

Delightful. Ever so

Anne Shirley, what on earth did you put in this cake?

Please don't have any more of that.

That's the most dreadful thing I've ever eaten in my life.

I'm sure it's scrumptious

Will you stay out of it?

What did you put into it?

I only added vanilla.

Marilla, it must be the baking powder.

You remember what Mrs. Lynde said about baking powder?

Baking powder, fiddlesticks.

Go and show me the bottle you used.

Oh, I'm sorry, that's fit for the animals.

No, no.

Now, Marilla.

Anne Shirley, you have flavored your cake

with anodyne liniment.

Could you not at least have smelled it?

Anne, won't you please come back downstairs and join us?

It's impossible.

I'm ruined.

Now, now.

It's not good for a child to cry so.

Anne, I'm to blame too.

That old liniment bottle broke and I

took what was left of it poured it into the vanilla bottle.

It doesn't matter.

I'm disgraced.

I'll never be able to live it down.

I just know how Gilb

boys at school will never stop laughing at me.

Oh.

I can never show my face to Mrs. Allen again.

She probably thinks I tried to poison her.

Oh, Marilla, won't you please tell

her I did not try and poison

Suppose you jump out of that bed and tell her yourself.

Oh, my dear, it's just a silly mistake

anybody could have made.

Oh, no, Mrs. Allen, it takes only me to make such a blunder.

I can't go a day without making a mistake.

Isn't that so, Marilla?

You do have a bead for it.

Come along now, come on.

There is one encouraging thing about me.

More than one, I expect.

I never make the same mistake twice.

Well, I'm not sure that's a benefit when

you're always making new ones.

Oh, but don't you see, Marilla?

There must be a limit to the amount

of mistakes a person can make.

And once I get to the end of them,

then I'll finally be through with them.

I pray for the day.

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,

happy birthday dear Diana, happy birthday to you.

1, 2, 3.

Beautifully done.

Perfect. OK.

And

And, there we go.

Perfect darling, isn't she wonderful?

Yes, she is.

Here we are.

And for you.

- Can we go outside? - For what?

- Let's play a dare. - Looks hard.

Let's go, let's go.

Wow.

Careful, don't fall.

That wasn't even worth a dare.

I agree.

I know a girl who could walk the ridgepole of a roof.

Really?

Yes, really.

That's a good idea, let's see you do it.

I would but, it's not my turn.

I dare you to walk the ridgepole.

No, Anne, you don't have to.

Oh yes, she does.

It isn't fair to dare anybody to do anything so dangerous.

Scaredy cat?

I'm no such thing.

Please, Anne, no. Don't do it.

It's not worth it.

I shall walk the ridgepole or perish in the attempt.

If I die tragically

Anne, be careful.

- Anne Shirley. - Miss Barry.

Why did you ever agree to accept that dare?

My honor was at stake.

Honor?

Hmmm.

You believe honor is the highest virtue?

Of course. You don't?

In my book, loyalty trumps honor.

Why?

My dear, if we don't know where our loyalties lie, how

can we make a difficult choice?

And of all sins, the most difficult

are the besetting ones.

They're the sins committed out of habit.

They're stubborn and hard to lose.

Can anyone give an example of a besetting sin?

I don't know what they are, but I'm sure I have them.

Yes, Anne, most probably you do.

Most probably we all do.

What they come from is too much thinking about yourself,

and what they usually do, is hurt the ones you love most.

In order to overcome them, you need to learn to love yourself

less and deny your own desires.

Dearest merciful God in heaven.

Please help me.

Oh, by the way, it's me, Anne Shirley.

Please help me overcome my besetting sins,

help me become a sensible child.

I know I must limit my imagination,

pay more attention to my duties and obligations.

Oh, Lord, most high, I do so, so, so, want to be sensible.

As Marilla says, sooner than later.

Please bless Matthew and Marilla,

and Harry and the pigs, if you don't mind, not the chickens.

Sincerely, Anne Shirley.

Oh, and amen.

Miss Stacy gave us an assignment to write

about the most remarkable person we've

ever known or heard about.

Can you imagine being so remarkable that one

day children write about you?

No, I can't.

Now you remember that Matthew and I are spending most

of the day in town tomorrow?

As soon as I finish my chores I'll spend the rest of my day

on my assignment.

Well, we're going to be quite late.

Do you think you might be able to make the dinner

without burning the house down?

I worried it was crowded in town this afternoon.

That's why we live out here and why we're staying out here.

Oh, shush.

Whoa boy, whoa Harry, good boy.

Come on Harry, be patient.

I'll get you unhitched.

Anne?

Time for bed, Harry.

It's been a long day for

Matthew!

Coming!

What's happened?

Why the alarm?

Apparently while we were out, a peddler

stopped by Green Gables.

Just look what this child has done to herself.

Does this look like the work of a child who's trying her

very hardest to be sensible?

No, Marilla, of course not.

I can't ever go out in public again,

no parties, no playing with friends,

no school, no secret island.

Not even going to church.

It's the end of my brief, tragic life.

Oh, shush, you do go on, don't you?

With good reason.

Well, there's some truth to that.

You're saying one thing I don't understand, I believe

you'd see the cow kneel in the barn

before you'd find two cents around here.

So, how did you pay

I traded for it.

That so?

Traded what?

A chicken.

Not one of the goodling ones, just that old spotted one.

You know the one that bites and hasn't

laid an egg in three months.

Lord help us.

She was a terrible chicken.

It's hopeless, Marilla.

Anne, Anne, wait! Anne, what happened?

You were away from school for five

whole days, I wanted to visit

I know, I know but it was so terrible.

Are you sick?

You must never tell.

What?

Marilla gave me a note for Miss Stacy.

Green hair!

- How thrilling! - Not really.

What happened?

OK, but honestly, you must swear an oath to never tell.

To my grave.

Excuse me.

May I carry your books?

Why would you

Oh, well, yes, Gilbert.

Thank you.

I'm sorry about what happened, whatever it was.

Thank you.

Do you mind if I ask

- But it's all fine now. - Oh.

It turned out Euclid is pretty interesting.

Yes, I thought so too.

"I pray him, send a sudden angel down

to seize me by the hair and bear me far

And fling me deep in that forgotten mere

among the tumbled fragments of the hills,

so groaned Sir Lancelot in remorseful pain,

not knowing he should die a holy man."

The end.

Even you can improve in your mathematics, Ruby.

I can help you if you would like.

Fight, jousts.

And win the of the year.

That must have been exciting, don't you think?

Yes, if you like to live in a make believe story.

But I imagine real life

I told you.

I think imagination is the most attractive quality.

Do you think life back then was more complicated than now?

Well, no yes, I mean that's what I used to think.

But now I'm not so sure.

Appreciate the business, Andrew.

Hand fed and loved from the moment it was born.

See you next month.

Thanks again, Andrew.

Hello, Matthew.

Hello, Miss Anne. Something wrong?

I don't care to be 13.

Oh?

It's much more complicated than even I imagined,

I'm not saying a lot.

Yes, it is.

Do you remember being 13?

Well, I'm you know, I

I guess I don't, but according to Marilla

boys don't get much older.

I guess it's different for girls.

I believe you're right about that.

One part of me wants to be 12 again,

and the other part, I don't even know what the other part wants.

I see.

Matthew, how can I know what the right thing to be, or do,

is?

Come here, sweetheart.

I've never told anyone this, but sometimes

when I walk along the shore and to the ocean,

or if I'm real still and quiet in the forest,

very often I hear a tiny voice deep inside.

Just a whisper.

It tells you what to do?

Well, no, not exactly.

But every now and then, it makes a small suggestion.

We can dramatize it, put on a show

for our friends and family, and Miss Stacy, and the pastor,

and Mrs. Allen.

We'll each play a part, what do you think?

The whole poem?

No, just the last section with Elaine and Lancelot.

Well, I heard Mrs. Lynde say play acting

was all stuff and nonsense.

Mrs. Lynde is no judge of the passionate arts.

Anyway, who will play Elaine?

I think Ruby, her hair is perfect.

Ooh, I would rather be Lancelot.

OK, then, it should be you, Diana.

Oh, if I were to play dead I'd actually die of fright.

Besides, I would rather play the pathetic mourning father

or, I know, Queen Guinevere.

You must be Elaine.

Yes, you must.

It's ridiculous to have a redheaded Elaine.

I don't mind playing dead and floating down the river

to Camelot, but, Elaine was fair and had a flowing golden hair

all streaming down, like Ruby.

Besides, Elaine was a lily maid.

It's impossible for a red haired person to be a lily maid.

Well, I think you're just as fair as Ruby.

And your hair has come back ever so

much darker since you cut it.

Do you think so?

Mmm, hmmm.

Do you think

I only wonder is it dark enough to be considered auburn?

Oh, yes.

It's a four.

Huh?

Seven minus three, it's four.

Of course it is.

Urgh.

Oh, here, these modern needles are impossible.

Thank you.

"I fain I would follow love if that could be.

I needs must follow death, who calls for me.

Call and I follow.

I follow.

Let me die.

I fain I would follow love if that could be.

I needs must follow death, who calls for me.

Call and I follow.

I follow.

Let me die."

Minnie, what are doing?

Riding my horse.

I didn't get to ride mine and I'm Lancelot.

Oh, we haven't decided who's king.

I can be him instead of Sir Gawaine.

I'm ever so much better when I'm not on horseback.

You can't play a king.

Yes, I can, you'll see.

Look.

You see, it's perfect for a stage.

And we'll have a proscenium.

And curtains on each side, and everybody can

sit right here on the grass.

And look, there's our old raft.

It must be waterlogged by now.

If I float down to the end of the lake,

it'll be ever so dramatic.

Well, what about Miller's Creek?

Well, the water's low in the summer.

It's still dangerous and it's starting to rain.

- Ruby you're so - What?

Never mind.

Let's go find out.

Sometimes girls do be crazy.

Skittery as tickle fish.

See? I told you.

"Elaine, the fair, Elaine, the lovable, Elaine, the lily

Maid of Astolat, high in her chamber,

in a tower to the east."

Matthew?

Matthew?

Matthew, we had that fixed, remember?

Of course I remember.

A force of habit so.

Come on, go back to bed.

Stop following me around.

Dear Heavenly Father, I'm not sure

if it's allowed to pray twice in the same night,

but I'm hoping it is.

Because what I want to ask, if it's not too much of a bother,

please make tomorrow sunny and pleasant.

Sincerely, Anne Shirley. Amen.

Good afternoon, John.

So good to see you.

Good afternoon, Marilla.

It was a missed opportunity and it was a long time

ago, don't bother about it now.

Hello, Mrs. Allen.

Hello, Matthew.

Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert, this is Miss Stacy.

Oh, you're the new school teacher.

Anne has told me all about you, I'm very happy to meet you.

Meanwhile, in Camelot, when Lancelot was taken

- Places! - OK, go, go,go.

And right was I, Elaine the Maid

of Astolat, of who dreamed my knight

the greatest knight of all.

I know not what true love is, but if I know,

then if I love not him, there is none other who I can love.

That was a mouthful.

Shh.

Meanwhile, in Camelot where Lancelot was taken and now lay,

wounded, all ears pricked at once,

all tongues were loosened.

The Maid of Astolat loves Sir Lancelot and Sir Lancelot

loves the Maid of Astolat.

In secret, Guinevere loves Lancelot.

And she felt a knot clawing in her throat.

And with her feet unseen, she crushed the wild passion

out against the ground.

The very notion steals my breath,

although I have no claim.

Not even my King, oh my King.

Oh, Lancelot, my Lancelot, thou in whom

I have most joy and most affiance,

who could have loved the maiden who could have brought thee.

Now a lonely man, lifeless, and airless, noble issue,

sons born to the glory on thy name and fame.

But, nay, you do not.

Forever you shall be my knight, the great Sir

Lancelot of the Lake.

I am bound to thee, my King.

This is my oath, and my oath my life.

Meanwhile, in Astolat.

"I fain would follow love, if that could be.

I needs must call for death, who calls for me?

Call and I follow.

I follow. Let me die."

Sweet friends, farewell.

Farewell forever.

Meanwhile, in Camelot, Sir Lancelot

lent against a high window.

Far beneath his eyes, unknown and unobserved,

slowly passed the barge on which the lily Maid of Astolat

lay, smiling, like a star in blackest night.

No, stop!

Look.

Something's wrong.

There's a current in the lake.

The rain last night must have raised the water level.

She's headed for Miller's Creek

Come on, Charlie.

You stay there.

Anne! Anne!

Where is she? Anne!

Anne! Somebody help her!

Anne! Anne!

Let's go.

We're coming, Anne! Anne!

Anne!

She's going around the corner!

Hold on, Anne, we're coming.

Push off, push off.

I'm pushing.

Anne, Anne, I'm coming!

We can cut the corner, this way.

Help me. Hurry!

Gilbert!

Help!

Oh, no.

- Gilbert! - I'm coming, Anne.

Hold on. Don't worry.

Cold, it's so cold.

I know it's cold, just be careful.

Don't slip.

Help me!

I'm slipping.

We're almost there.

I'm slipping.

I'm slipping.

I'm almost there.

I'm slipping.

At your service, Ms. Shirley.

Thank you, Gilbert!

That's the most the nicest

I'm not sure what it is.

You saved me.

My honor to oblige, Ms. Shirley.

Anne will do.

Anne Shirley, are you there?

Down here, father!

Anne's safe!

That's Gilbert.

We've gone too far.

Gilbert Blythe, I'm forever in your debt.

Thanks be to goodness for that.

He's a good boy, your Gilbert.

And, you Anne.

All's well that ends well.

Even so, I

I can't be such good friends with you anymore.

I beg your pardon?

I'm sorry, Gilbert.

It's difficult being 13, for me, for a girl.

It's extremely complicated but, loyalty conquers all.

Loyalties to what?

You make no sense.

No, for the first time in my life

I'm being perfectly sensible.

That's not fair.

Anne!

If you do that, I swear I'll

I'll never speak to you again.

Do you hear me?

I- I mean it! Anne!

Here we are.

Mmmm, thank you.

You're welcome.

Good night, you old goat.

Good night to you, growling bear.

It's fine.

Leave it lit.

Leave it lit. - All right.

- Miss Anne? - Come in, Matthew.

Everything all right?

Oh, yes.

I told Marilla I've been foolish for the last time.

Upon my oath, from this moment forward, I'll be completely

and utterly sensible.

Isn't that splendid?

Um, yes, yes, it is.

But?

Well, in my opinion, it's all well and fine to be sensible,

but don't lose the romance, Miss Anne, don't ever lose that.

Night.