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Very well, Anthony, you may go back to your seat.

Go on.

(Sighs) But I can't put it out of my mind, Marilla.

I'll never forget it as long as I live.

If I know Anthony Pye, he asked for a whippin'.

That's not the point.

You don't know how horrid, hateful and cross I was.

I feel I have humiliated myself to the very dust.

And I did try so hard to be patient

and win Anthony's likin".

Now it's all gone for nothin'.

Fiddlesticks.

He's had far worse beatings than the one you gave him from his own father.

I failed him and failed myself, Marilla.

And that's a very frightening thing.

What's the good of having principles if you can't be sure you'll live up to ‘em?

If we could be sure of that we'd all be perfect

and nobody Is.

Well, thank goodness it's Saturday tomorrow.

I'lL have the weekend to think it over.

Think what over?

The relationship I was building up between myself and that class is totally ruined.

It might be better for me...

and the school, if...

— If I were to resign. = I see.

I must decide, Marilla.

You're going to school on Monday

and I don't want to hear any highfalutin excuses on how you're gonna get out of it.

If you're going on that deputation to Joshua Pye, you better get ready.

Well, I can't go there,

he's Anthony's cousin and he'll have heard all about it by now.

What do you think he's gonna do, chase you off with a pitchfork?

I wouldn't be at all surprised if one of ‘em came around here and...

— Hey, there's a man coming. = Hm?

He wants to see Anne.

You see?

What did I tell you?

— Hi. — Oh, it's you!

I'm sorry, I can't come.

Oh, that's a pity, Fred's cried off too.

Why can't you?

I'd rather not go into It just now.

Look, Anne, I really don't wanna go on my own, I...

Tss!

I wouldn't argue with her today.

— Oh, why? — It's not safe.

You should've seen the whaling she gave Anthony Pye.

Wham! Wham!

— Davy Keith, you horrible little boy. — Wha... (Laughs)

Is this true, Anne?

It's been one of those Jonah days, when everything goes wrong.

Yes, it's true.

You'll probably hear a dozen accounts of it before the week's out.

Then I'd better hear yours first, hadn't 1?

Come on.

Go on, Anne.

Do you good to get it off your chest to Gilbert.

Oh, all right.

Oh, all this way for nothing. It really is a Jonah day.

Well, he can't have gone far. Shall we wait a bit longer?

Here?

In the barn. Wherever he is, he'll have to pass that way when he comes.

All right. We'll give him half an hour.

(Sighs) Paul Irving was so ashamed, he couldn't meet my eye.

More likely he saw you were going through a bad time and didn't want to embarrass you.

Do you think so?

I believe children understand these things instinctively.

They lose their tempers and feel bad afterwards,

so It's a chance for you to show them it isn't the end of the world.

= Mm. — Here.

It's only a windfall I've been biting at.

I don't mind.

It's gonna be awfully dull next year.

Yeah. I wish you were coming to college too.

— Is there no chance of it? — Afraid not.

But I'll think of something to do.

I've...I've wondered sometimes about journalism.

Writing for the local paper.

= You mean the Observer? — Uh-huh.

They only have two reporters, it might be years until a vacancy.

I didn't mean a paid job, well, not right away.

Marilla said that there used to be a column of Avonlea notes, every week.

Oh, that was just gossip, Anne.

Gilbert, people like reading about themselves.

And then maybe, after a while, I'd be asked to report on special events —

— flower shows, weddings, things like that. = Mm.

— Looking for me? — Oh, Mr Pye.

W-What do you want, Anne?

(Gilbert) Erm, we've come on behalf of the Village Improvement Society.

I believe Charlie Sloane had a word with you,

about painting the village hall for us.

I wondered when you was coming.

I got an estimate worked out here somewhere.

Mr Pye...

there's an awful lot of work involved,

up on the roof and climbing up and down ladders...

(Chuckles) You're thinking I'm getting a bit long in the tooth for it, eh?

= Well... = No, no, that's all right.

Young Joshua'll be doing the work, not me.

Come here!

That's him.

Yeah.

Puts you in mind of a young bullock, don't he?

= Mr Joshua? — What do you want, son?

Wouldn't it be better if we had a word with him direct?

Huh! You'll be lucky.

Where'd he go?

He don't like talking to no strangers.

I takes care of the work end of it.

Did Charlie show you this?

Yes. We'd like dark red for the shingles and number 77 for the paint.

— (Birds calling) = You hear that?

— You mean the geese? = You know what that means?

— They're flying south? — No, no.

Hark how many of ‘em together. Ah.

They're flying low this year.

Did you notice the ash buds last March?

Not particularly, no.

You never seen ‘em so black in all your born days.

They're always black, aren't they?

Brown black, but this year they were like tar.

Gonna be a bad winter.

There'll be a storm comin' fore the month's out, I wouldn't wonder.

You can't fool them geese, you mark my words.

Hear that?

That's them.

Tellin® us!

Evenin', Miss Shirley.

Good evening, Anthony.

See? What did I tell you?

That's Abe Pye, all right, always prophesying.

If it Isn't the geese, it's his corns,

or a ring round the moon, or the colour of the weed in the duck pond.

Well, I didn't know he was famous for it.

When we were young, we never planned a picnic without asking Abe first.

Unless he said it would rain, we called it off.

Don't you mean the other way round?

No, I don't

He's been telling the weather for 40 years and he never got it right once yet.

If he sald heat wave, we all carried umbrellas.

— Are you two finished? — (Both) Uh-huh.

All right, then, up to bed. And, Davy, don't forget to brush your teeth.

Why? Mom never made us.

= You ought to. - Why?

Tell me, I wanna know.

Well, if you don't, they'll go bad and hurt you.

Why?

= I never said it that time. — Well, wonders never cease.

Davy, wouldn't you like your teeth to be nice and white and shiny like...

like Paul Irving's — you can tell he washes his.

No, I wouldn't. I'm fed up hearing about Paul Irving,

you're always talking about him.

And you always give him ten out of ten,

but not me, oh no.

Well, Davy, I can't, can I? If the spellings are all wrong.

But you got a six yesterday, the best you ever had.

I was very pleased with It. I put much improved, didn't I?

Anyway, Paul wrote five whole pages, and he didn't have any blots on his.

He's a Yankee show—off, he Is.

Just because he's got a watch and a white rabbit

and a compass and a magnet.

He's got everything. It ain't fair.

Davy, he doesn't have everything.

For one thing, he doesn't have a mother.

Now, you ought to be able to sympathise with him there.

See, just like us. I told you.

He wouldn't believe me.

Come on, Dora, I'll take you up.

If you ask me, that Davy needs a good spanking.

I don't think Anne's gonna spank anyone again for a long time.

Nonsense, Marilla. The best thing she could have done.

Anthony Pye went home and told Gertie

the whippin' she gave him was a good as any man's.

Anthony.

Davy, that was much better, only watch the spelling.

Terribly untidy, Barbara.

Cliffie, half a page is not enough.

Paul...

that was excellent, very imaginative.

lan, that's a lot better, you're trying hard.

Next week, I'd like you all to write about what you'd like to do when you leave school

We have a few minutes left, perhaps some of you have some ideas now.

Yes, Barbara?

— Get married, miss. — Uh-huh.

Anthony?

Run the farm, I reckon.

All right, we have one farmer and one housewife.

Yes, Dora.

— A widow, miss. — (Laughter)

Did you say "widow"?

Yes, miss. If you've got a husband he shouts at you

and if you haven't people say "old maid".

But if you're a widow, they can't say neither.

(Laughter)

Yes, Paul

I'd like to be a medical missionary or invent something.

(Children tut and groan)

Davy?

— Pirate. — (Laughter)

Come on, then, class dismissed.

— Good night. = (All) Night.

— Night, Miss Shirley. — Good night, Anthony.

Please, Teacher, can I ask you something?

Yes, of course, Paul. What Is it?

Do you consider I'm quite all right In my upper storey?

Yes, Paul. Why do you ask?

Even writing about mermaids?

Oh, well I didn't think that you'd actually seen a mermaid.

No, I just thought that you sat on the shore and imagined what a mermaid would be like

and then wrote it down. Who said you weren't all right in your upper storey?

That doesn't sound like one of your own phrases.

= Mary Jo. — Who's Mary Jo?

She works for my grandmother. She says, "If I go on like I'm doing,

"I'll get locked away.”

She sounds rather a silly girl. Can't you find someone more sensible to talk to?

My grandmother, you see, Is quite an old lady and she sleeps a lot.

Well, what about friends your own age?

They say I'm a Yankee and I use funny, long words,

but it's only the way my mama talked, but I can't make them see that.

I tell you what,

if ever you badly need to talk to someone

then you come and talk to me at Green Gables.

Thank you, Teacher. I'd like that very much.

"Thank you, Teacher!"

Davy!

(Laughs)

= Hi. = Hi.

— Who else is comin'? — Oh, just Fred and Diana.

Oh, by the way, while we're waiting for them,

an old back copy of the Observer for you.

Oh, thank you.

Bottom left—hand column.

(Giggles) Did you see this one?

"Congratulations to the winner of the Ladies' Guild cake—baking contest,

"Mrs Rachel Lynde.

"Asked for her recipe, Mrs Lynde was overheard to reply,

"I never reveal trade secrets.”

(Chuckles)

And there's bit of folk wisdom, quoted from the old blacksmith.

— He must've been quite a character. = Mmm.

Pity we haven't got any of those characters around here nowadays.

I suppose Uncle Abe is about the nearest.

Mm, and a lot of stuff about who's courting who.

In actual fact, about 90% of it Is just plain gossip.

You mean you don't think I ought to do it?

Well, frankly, since you ask me...

I thought you'd find something more worthwhile to do

than writing anonymous tittle—tattle for the local newspaper.

Gilbert...

if I'm gonna be a writer, then I've gotta be prepared

to start at the bottom.

Even with tittle—tattle, as you call it.

You may be right, Anne, I don't know.

I don't see why you pulled it out for me, if you were gonna be so superior about it.

Because... (Sighs)

It's not for me to dictate what you do or you don't do.

Well, you do seem to think it is for you to criticise. Why?

— I never hear you criticise other girls. — Of course not.

I don't care what other girls do.

— Hello. — (Gilbert and Anne) Hi.

Have told her yet?

= No. Erm, have you told Diana? = Uh—uh.

What is all this?

Oh, about the deputation to Judson Parker's to get him to pull the old house down.

— That's where we're all going now, isn't it? — Er, Fred and have decided

it would be a tactical error.

Why?

Because, it is well known, far and wide, what he thinks of young whippersnappers.

He'd kick us out without even listening to us.

And it is equally well known, er...

— Far and wide. — .far and wide

that he'll always listen to young lady whippersnappers

with the greatest possible politeness, till the cows come home.

Ha—ha. So we think you two should go.

Well, honestly.

What do you think of them?

Oh, and the same goes for JA Harrison and that garbage dump of his.

Especially since Anne's the only one he's ever let inside the door.

(Quietly) Oh.

Come on, Diana.

We'll show "em, they're just cowards.

That's all

"Once more unto the breach!”

(Laughs)

= I'm sorry, can't be done. — (Anne) But, Mr Parker...

Now, I hate saying no to two such lovely young ladies

but I'm afraid there it is.

Could you just tell us why, Mr Parker?

Have you any intention of repairing or rebuilding the old house?

You know, young lady, if that was a man asking me

what I intended doin® with my own property,

I'd be sorely tempted to tell him that it was none of his business, eh?

Oh, I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...

Oh, of course you didn't. Course you didn't. I realise that.

It's... It's just that if you have no use for the old house and If it's doing no good...

Ah, but what you're overlooking Is that it's not doing any harm, either,

as far as I can see.

With the greatest respect, Mr Parker,

it isn't very pretty, though, is it?

Well, I gotta mind my Ps and Qs here, talking to a schoolmarm —

and a very charmin' one too, if I may say so —

but, Miss Anne, to the best of my recollection

there's no law that said it has to pretty, is there?

There's no law, but it is on the highest bit of ground in Avonlea,

so wherever you are In the village you can't help seeing It,

sticking up there on the skyline.

If I may say so, I'm surprised that you feel that way.

In all those novels and love stories that you young ladies are so fond of,

aren't ruins supposed to be kind of, er, romantic?

It's hardly an ivy—covered castle, Mr Parker.

It's just a lot of broken chimneys, rusty pipes and broken—down rubble

and it wouldn't take your workmen two days to pull it down.

Yes, but I'd have to pull them off some other job, wouldn't I? And time is money.

Now, I haven't got where I am today without bearing that in mind.

Tell him about Cliffie.

One of my pupils got hurt quite badly last week, climbing on It.

Part of the wall collapsed under him

and he got a nasty cut on his arm and sprained his ankle.

Yes, I know, but he had no business being there.

Now, if he hadn't been trespassing it would never have happened.

Between their parents and their teachers, these kinds should learn a little respect

for other people's property.

(Clears throat)

Mr Parker...

Yes, my dear?

Erm, i—if we could get volunteers to help pull it down for you,

you wouldn't have to take your...

Oh, bless you, no.

That's a very nice and generous thought but I wouldn't dream of it.

Oh, we wouldn't mind, honestly. We'd be glad to do it.

You could probably get a buyer for some of the doors and window frames

that aren't too badly rotted.

(Chuckles)

Yes, that all sounds nice and fine,

but suppose one of those hotheads fell off it, like young Wright,

and he broke his neck instead of his ankle.

Now, if he claimed he was there with my permission,

who do you think's gonna be held liable, huh?

Oh, no, I'm not gonna get caught out that way.

Let's hope we have better luck with Mr Harrison's garbage dump.

Yes. Doesn't only look bad.

WILL he let us in?

I don't know, I've always come alone before.

I've only ever seen him once over the hedge.

He was wearing a dirty old shirt and his hair was all... Eurgh.

Is he always like that?

No, he's quite nice underneath, really.

— (Squawking laughter) = (Anne) It's me.

Wait a minute. Damn you, Ginger, will you stop that cussin'?

All right, you can come in now.

(More laughter)

(Anne) Mr Harrison, where are you?

Looking for a blasted collar stud.

Ah,

Good heavens!

These darn stiff collars rub your neck raw.

I, er...I brought a friend with me.

Oh. One of the old hens?

No, Diana. She's the same age as me, Miss Diana Barry?

No, I don't know her.

Well, we wondered If we could have a word with you about your garbage dump.

Yeah, well, not now. I'm going out.

Yes, I can see that.

Sorry, but...some other time, maybe? (Chuckles)

All right, I...I guess it'll wait.

What happened?

He's goin' out.

— Oh, Anne? — Yes, Mr Harrison?

Er, this tie on straight?

Oh...no, not quite.

It, er, must be an important engagement.

Huh?

You could call it that.

Thank you.

What's going on?

I don't know.

I got it from her own lips.

That'll be a fourth.

I declare, Rachel, anybody could fill a newspaper with the happenings you get ahold of.

Did I tell you I saw Harrison again yesterday?

As true as I'm sittin® here, Marilla.

He walked down the street, done up to the nines,

and marched up bold as brass and knocked on the door.

Rachel, it's Harmon Andrews' house.

His sister lives with him, doesn't she?

What makes you think he's callin' on Isabel?

He's been there three times in the past two weeks,

— what else would he go there for? — To see Harmon.

(Laughs) Oh, Marilla!

Have you ever known two men who had less in common than those two?

What they have to say to each other could be said in two minutes.

Harrison stays in there for over two hours.

Two hours and twenty minutes, to be exact.

I timed him.

Course, the question is whether Isabel'll have him. Hmph!

She's lucky to get anyone at her age, even a New Brunswick man.

Ah, well. Marilla, I'lL look in later in the week.

Hope I haven't been disturbing you, Anne.

Oh, no, not at all. It's, er...

It's been very interestin".

Well, at least I only talk of what I know for a fact.

Not like that old fool, Abe Pye.

Oh, he's gettin® to be real tedious.

Soundin' off to everybody in the store this morning.

Mm? What are we in for this time?

Sunshine, Marilla, sure to be.

Uncle Abe's forecastin' gales and cloudbursts and heaven only knows what.

(Laughs)

Tom Gillis asked him, "If it's as bad as all that, why doesn't he start building his ark?"

(Laughs)

(Laughing) Good night!

Night, Rachel.

If Diana isn't coming, I don't suppose Fred Is either.

(Gilbert) Why?

Oh, he doesn't care two hoots about improving the village.

I thought it was obvious what brought him onto the committee.

Don't be silly, Ruby.

Oh, I'm not being silly.

If anyone Is, it's you.

(Clears throat) As a matter of fact, Fred did mention he wouldn't be here tonight.

You see?

So you had no luck with Jud Parker, Anne?

Afraid not, he just wouldn't listen.

He's so pig—headed.

That old house of his is nothing but a pile of junk.

I'd like to put a stick of dynamite under it.

Well, perhaps you didn't handle him right.

Well, I did explain how we all felt, I did try and reason with him.

Yes, I thought perhaps that's what you did.

Our next items is somebody must go and talk to Joshua Pye about the village hall

Why? He's doing a good job.

Last time I saw It, he'd nearly finished the roof and it looked fine.

It just doesn't seem right that nobody on the committee has actually spoken to him.

— Anyway, I wanna know when it'll be finished. — All right.

I propose me and Anne pop over there Sunday afternoon.

Oh, Charlie!

I don't think I have the knack for dealing with people.

No, I think it's a job for Ruby to go and see Josh.

Oh, but I've never met him. Oh, well, has anybody?

We caught a glimpse of him, didn't we, Gilbert?

How old is he?

23...4. Very tall

About 6'1", I'd s...

Oh, yes, I can manage Sunday. I've just remembered, I'll do it.

Excuse me, are you Mr Joshua Pye?

= Yes... — My name's Ruby Gillis.

Oh. Er...

Uncle Abe's...

Oh, no, it was you I wanted to see.

I'm on the committee, you know, and, well, we're all so pleased

— with the progress you've made. — The roof.

That's right. And, you see, we were wonderin'...

Isn't there anywhere better than this we can talk?

Oh, Joshua, you're not being very friendly, now, are you?

you Just go in the barn over there.

Just... Just wait there. Just go in there.

You wanna put your shirt on. Is that one wet or somethin'?

— Y-Yes. — Oh, all right.

(Sighs)

Oh.

(Sighs)

— What do you want? — I came to see Joshua.

Ha! You ain't likely to do that. Not if he sees you first.

— Well! — Don't get your dander up,

ain't nothin' personal. What you come about?

To see when the hall will be finished and get a progress report.

Another ten days, tell "em.

Yes.

— Oh, another thing... — Oh, yes?

If you come across anybody

that's read this dang—blasted rubbish about me in this here paper,

you tell "em it's a pack of lies.

Somebody's trying to make a laughing stock out of me.

— Oh, no, I'm sure... — Bad weather comin' was all I said.

I never put no week nor no day to it,

leave alone the time of day!

Oh, if I only knew who it was wrote it! Puh!

I'd take a horsewhip to ‘em!

Here's another one.

"Abe Pye, our well-known local weather prophet,

"predicts a violent storm of thunder and lightning

"for the afternoon of the 23rd of September, beginning at three o'clock sharp.

"The storm will extend over the greater part of the province.”

That's tomorrow. I reckon we'd better get our sunshades out.

— Hey, tea ready? — Mm—hm. Hands clean?

See.

— Oops. — Oops indeed.

— I've washed mine. = Hmm.

They'll do.

Who's writing you from British Columbia, Marilla?

Oh... (Clears throat) Just someone I know.

Oh, sorry, I'm sure.

I'm not all that interested.

Little pictures have big ears.

(Marilla) Hullo. We're home ahead of you today.

I couldn't keep up with them.

This weather is so close, isn't it?

(Rachel laughs) We were just talking about the weather before you came in.

Uncle Abe.

Oh.

That reminds me, Marilla.

I never read you the last bit, and the best.

"A new and highly respected citizen,

"Is finding favour in the eyes of one of our local ladies.

"Rumour has It, there will be a wedding at Avonlea ere the daisies are in bloom.”

There you are, Marilla, That's Harrison and Isabel Andrews.

Does It say that? "Highly respected"?

Yes, that'll please the old fool.

Course, they've got to say that kind of thing.

All it means is he's comfortably off and some folks are scared of him.

But they're right about the match.

That'll come off, all right, you mark my words.

Harrison say anything to you about it, Anne.

No! But if they do get married, well, I'll be delighted,

it might be a very good thing for both of ‘em.

Well, I'lL be off, Marilla.

You better get me those geranium cuttings before you forget.

Oh.

— Uh! Oh. — Oops.

— Hey, Anne. = Uh-huh?

— Me and Cliffie's going fishing on Saturday. — Yes?

We're starting at half past six and we're gonna take sandwiches in a box.

I'm sure I'm gonna catch more than him.

Cos Timmy's given me his lucky rabbit's foot.

Swapped it with him for two raspberry sticks.

— Well, what? — (Whispering)

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Well...

Davy, aren't you hungry?

Not much.

I know, you've been stuffing yourself with candies again.

You ought to try and eat some food, Davy.

(Marilla) That's funny, not here. (Anne) Yes, it is, it's farther down.

Oh.

Could've sworn I put it at the other end.

You must have moved it when you were dusting.

I wouldn't let Rachel read it, she can't keep anything to herself.

Yes, it's from their Uncle John.

“Dear Marilla,

"I promised I would send for Mary's two when we broke camp.

"Sorry to say, I see no prospect yet awhile.

"I know they must be a strain on you where money Is concerned,

"and other ways too, I expect.

"I heard how your brother lost his money before he died.

"Well, Marilla, there Is this girl I asked to be my wife,

"but now her own ma is took bad

"and we've put it off for six months.

"Don't worry, Marilla, I've been saving hard,

"and will see you right when we come and collect Dora and Dan.”

Oh, he is out of touch, he doesn't even get Davy's name right.

Well, go on.

Well, that's all

"Yours sincerely, your affectionate cousin, John."

= You sure that's what it said? — Yes, I'm sure.

I read it twice so I wouldn't forget.

They don't want us. Nobody wants us.

Not like our mother did.

You say in the letter he called me Dan?

That proves he don't care.

Your name isn't Dan. Your name's Davy.

I know my name.

(Clatter)

Matthew?

What's that? Who's there?

Davy.

What on earth are you doing?

= I'm leavin". — Leavin?

Me and Dora cost you too much money and trouble.

So we're leavin'.

You heard Anne read out that letter, didn't you?

Where, may I ask, are you going?

Lobster canneries.

Nova Scotia? What are you gonna do in the lobster canneries?

Milty Boulter's uncle is a foreman there.

He makes $100 a week and smokes cigars.

I'll say I'm Milty's pal and he'll give me a job.

Oh, I see.

Well, what about Dora?

When I get fixed up she can come as well

= I'll pay for her food till she's grown-up. = Mm—hm.

Where are you gonna live?

I'm gonna build a log cabin like my grandad did when he came from the old country.

You heard all of that, did you?

Yes, I did, and I didn't think he had a spark of romance in him.

Davy, you're a very dear little boy but a very silly one.

I ain't Little.

I ain't silly, neither.

It doesn't cost too much money to clothe and feed ya,

and what it does cost we're glad to pay.

We are, Davy. Isn't that so, Marilla?

Of course it is.

You don't know what it's like to be like me and Dora.

— Well, how is that, Davy? — With no father or mother.

If I know nothing else,

that's one thing I do know.

You see, for a while, when I was little, I didn't think I was wanted.

That's right, Davy.

Anne was sent from an orphanage in Nova Scotia.

— She was sent by mistake. — Mistake?

My brother and I had written asking for a boy to be sent, and, well...

they sent Anne instead.

And we were...

At least I was gonna send her back and get them to put their mistake right.

The next day, we decided to keep her.

For that one whole night, Davy,

I really thought I wasn't wanted.

And I was gonna run away.

But I didn't.

And I would have been sorry if I had.

And so would you.

We want you and Dora to stay, we want it more than anything.

Does that, erm, satisfy you?

Well, all right.

Oh, come up to bed, then.

— (Marilla) Good night, Davy. — Good night.

I could stop eating candies and not wear shoes,

would that make me cost less?

Aye, the cost of my peace of mind.

Go on, go to bed.

Oh, Matthew...

Just like old times.

(Thunder)

Oh! Oh!

Don't worry, Barbara, the thunder can't possibly hurt you.

It's miles away from here.

How do you know, miss?

Well, because the thunder comes a long time after the lightning.

— Please, miss. - Mm?

= If it rains, I didn't bring a coat. — (Boy) Nor me, miss.

(Children all talk at once)

There's a woman coming with a mackintosh.

Oh, all right, just stay quiet, children.

(Knocking)

(Thunder)

(Boy) Hey, I'm off!

= (Girl) Yeah, me too. — (General assent)

(Anne) Cliffie Wright... What is all this? Come on, back in your seats immediately.

Come on. Quick, quick! (Claps)

= Paul — Yes, miss?

It's... It's Mary Jo.

Your grandmother is worried about the storm and would like you to go home early.

Please, miss, there's no need.

I'd rather do the same as the others.

I know, but, er, you'd better do as she asks.

(Jeering)

All right, all right!

= (Thund - oot

Stay calm, Barbara.

Can't help it, miss. I can't help it.

It ain't fair, Paul Irving gettin' home before everybody else.

I was just gonna say that I think it might be a very good idea

if we all go home early today and then we can avoid the rain.

It's too late now, miss, for some of ‘em.

Well, you'll just have to try your best.

Now, run along quickly, children. Good night.

(Children) Good night!

Good night.

— (Anthony) Bye, Miss Shirley. — Come along, Barbara.

I'm frightened, miss. Can't go home when it's like this.

Well, you can't stay here all night by yourself.

I've got to lock up.

Not on my own, miss! I could never. It's coming closer.

You're being ridiculous. There are children younger than you not afraid at all

= (Loud thunder) — (Barbara) Oh! Oh!

Oh, all right.

I'd better take you home myself, I guess.

Hey, but what about us?

Davy, you're not frightened of the thunder?

No, but I am, and he won't wait for me.

Well, if you come with me all the way to Barbara's,

it's gonna be a long time before we get any...

I'll take "em, miss.

Oh, would you, Anthony?

Thank you very much.

Come on, you kids.

— Shall we go, Barbara. = (Thunder)

Ooh! Oh!

It's all right, there's...

there's nothing to be afraid of.

(Thunder)

Thank God.

_ — Oh! (Thunder)

Oh!

— Where's Anne? — She's taking Barbara home.

— I'll be off, then. — Won't you wait till it's over?

No, thanks. I gotta get home.

Thank you for bringing the children.

Ooh, it's gone right through to my bloomers and vest.

Yippee!

I told "em.

Wouldn't none of ‘em believe me but I told "em, I told "em.

Yippee!

Why hasn't Anne come back?

I expect she's gone inside somewhere to wait till the rain stops.

— Whose house? — I don't know, Davy.

Perhaps she stayed at Barbara's.

I don't expect so.

It's a very small house with a nasty father in it.

(Rushing water)

What's that?

Hey, come and see, it's raining snowballs.

Saints preserve us, look at those hailstones.

I've never seen them so big.

(Parrot squawks and chatters)

Will you stop that cussin'?

Oh, damn and blast!

(Thunder)

— (Parrot) Damn you, Ginger. — Damn you.

— Damn you, Ginger. — Will you shut up?

You stop muttering at me cos I can hear every word you say.

One of these days, I'm gonna settle you once and for all

(Parrot) Prrrrretty boy.

(Mimics parrot)

Sorry about that.

Here.

Here, have a drop of this, warm you up.

Oh, you needn't worry about the glass.

I may not be too fussy about cups and plates

but this gets washed every day.

Oh, no, half of that.

— Oh, no, go on. = No, no, pour some of it back.

You needn't drink any more than you want.

How's your arm?

Oh, it's stopped bleeding, it was only a graze.

How'd it happen?

As I came around the corner, the wind just blew me across the lane

and slammed me against a tree.

I saw the roof of Mrs Wright's chicken house Just flyin* through the air like a kite.

Wshhh! The kids get home all right?

I reckon they must have. Nobody lives further than Barbara.

It was after there that it got really rough. Thank you.

— No, no, no. — No, no, I feel much better now.

(Loud thunder)

(Parrot squawks)

What's the matter?

Is that why you have to wash It every day?

Oh, now, Anne, don't you start.

Only a couple of glasses of evening.

And they're mighty long here, when you're on your own.

No one to talk to, except for an old bird.

Nice and peaceful, of course, but...

Well, there's no comfort, Anne, no comfort at all.

You get to my age, it gets you down.

Yes, I know.

And I think you're doing the right thing

and I hope you'll both be very happy.

— You've been readin' that damn newspaper. — What?

Some smirking young pup, without the guts to put his name to it,

has put a piece in there, hinting about me.

= Mr Harrison... — Now, if they mean Harmon Andrews" sister,

I ain't never spoken more than half a dozen words to the woman.

Why do they start these things? A lot of interfering...

Please, don't say that, Mr Harrison.

— It was me. - Why?

= (Thunder) — Oh, I didn't mean to upset ya.

I only said nice things about the both of you.

When you started washing and changing and spending a couple of hours there

two or three times a week, I mean...

Why did ya?

Cos Harmon Andrews is the only man in Avonlea plays a decent game of checkers.

Couldn't ask him here, now, could 1?

You take me as the kind of man to sit in a solicitor's front parlour smellin' of fertiliser?

I just thought it was Isabel

Well, I would like you to try and get it into your head and into Rachel Lynde's head

and all the rest of the old hens —

though why in tarnation I should explain anything to any of you, I don't know —

it was all a pack of lies.

Truth Is...

I could never marry any woman.

Why?

Mind your own business.

= (Thund - pro

(Davy) Marilla?

D—Dora's a bit nervous of the thunder.

D'you think it's Judgment Day, Marilla?

I never meant to be naughty. I never meant it.

Oh, there, there, now. Don't worry.

(Thunder)

It's all right for you,

God won't touch you, you ain't never been naughty.

(Thunder)

Oh!

(Thunder booms)

(Coughing)

Mr Ha...

Mr Harrison?

Mr Harrison?! (Gasps)

(Thunder booms)

(Groans)

Mr Harrison...

are you all right?

Are ya?

= (Thunder) = I think so.

I don't know what happened. There was a blinding flash...

I reckon the old elm tree must've got hit.

Always sald it was too near the house.

— What are you looking for? — Ginger.

Oh!

He was a wicked old bird...

but he was better than nothing.

None of "em would believe me

but there it is,

this time in black and white!

"September 23rd at three o'clock sharp.”

I told them, I told them! (Laughs)

You're still soaking wet, Anne, at least go and change that blouse.

ALL right.

If you'd like to stay here for the night, Mr Harrison, you're more than welcome.

Ah...no. Thank you.

— Well, how will you manage? — What?

Oh, I-I sleep in the front, tree fell on the back.

Thank you for bringing Anne home.

I was worried something mighta happened here too, better for someone to be with her.

Must have been a nasty experience for her.

But she seems all right now.

Yeah, I reckon she saw summat on the way over cheered her up.

— Cheered her up? In what way? = Mm.

That broken—down old house of Jud Parker's.

A thunderbolt must've hit it. Flat as a pancake.

See, Marilla? I said only the wicked people get striked. (Laughs)

Oops.

I better be going. Miss Cuthbert.

= Mr Harrison. — Anne.

Thank you very much, Mr Harrison.

I'm real sorry about Ginger getting killed.

Yeah. I'm gonna miss him.

When our kitten died, we had a funeral in a shoebox.

Are you going to do that?

= No. — But why won't ya?

— (Anne) That's enough, Davy. — But I wanna know.

Well, if you must have a reason,

there wasn't enough left of him to put in a shoebox.

Eurgh!

Wait there a minute.

I was saving up to be an Indian chief.

You ain't listenin!

One day, I was playing with John Henry

and he let me come into your house.

So, If you'd like to have something to remember Ginger by,

those two green ones are out of his tail

They're my best, but you can have ‘em.

Good night.

(Ululates)

— Hello, Teacher. — Hello, Paul. How nice to see you.

It's a beautiful day.

Yes, it Is, very beautiful.

I'm not disturbing you, am 1?

Well, of course not. Sit down.

How is your grandmother?

Fine. She sleeps more than ever now.

And Mary Jo?

Now I'm not only queer to her mind,

she says I frighten her.

Good gracious, how?

Just the things I say.

Anything in particular?

Well, I was looking up at the sky last night

and I said I thought that after the sun sets, an angel walks over the world,

who sings the flowers and birds to sleep.

I said I thought that people could hear him if they know how to listen.

And that frightened her?

— Yes. — (Light thud)

— What was that. — Must be a squirrel

Do you know what I think about the new moon, Teacher?

I think it's a little golden boat full of dreams.

And when It tips on a cloud, some of them spill out

and fall into your sleep.

Exactly, Teacher. Oh, you do know.

I think the violets are little strips of sky that fell down.

And the buttercups are made out of old sunshine.

Do you see anything so very queer in those thoughts?

No, Paul, they're not queer at all

They're strange and beautiful thoughts for a little boy to have,

so people who couldn't think those thoughts themselves, well, they think them queer.

But you keep on thinking them, Paul.

You know, some day, I believe you are gonna be a poet.

Well, I must be going now.

— Goodbye, Miss Shirley. — Goodbye, Paul

Ha—hal

Whoops!

— This is terrible. = I can't believe it.

It'll be the finish of us.

How on earth did it happen?

I think it was Anne's fault.

= Yours and Anne's. — Oh, how can you blame Gilbert?

You're the one who made us have Josh.

You're the only one who's ever spoken to him.

Not about the colour, though, that was Anne's job.

She's the secretary, why didn't Anne write It...

down.

— What's the matter? — It's about the hall, Anne.

Oh, has the elusive Joshua not finished it yet?

He's painted it blue.

Blue?

— Bright, bright blue. — Cobalt blue.

— Bluer than that! — All blue and shiny.

— (All talk at once) — You can see it a mile off.

It looks awful, Anne.

With those geraniums coming out, it looks like...

Red, white and blue, Union Jackified.

— (Laughs) — Oh well, at least it's patriotic.

— It's not that funny. — People are gonna be furious.

You might've been a bit more careful!

= I never told him blue. — The point is, did you tell him green?

— Did we? = I can't remember.

— If the two of them hadn't gone together... — What did you say?!

I'm sorry, but somebody obviously slipped up somewhere.

We saw Uncle Abe, he said that he was responsible for the ordering,

and I pointed to the colour chart and said number 77 and that's green.

Well, look, he must have remembered wrong. Anyway, it's done now.

Yeah, it means the end of this committee.

I doubt if anyone will ever even speak to us again.

They'll all want their money back.

(Rachel) Everybody I've spoken to has said the same thing.

Hm, what's that?

It's a dirty shame after the effort the young folks have put in to have it all messed up

by those Pyes.

Never known them get anything right yet.

— I'm glad they're not blaming Anne for it. — Far from it.

They're so afraid the youngsters'll lose heart,

they're all falling over themselves to give ‘em a bit of encouragement.

Time some of them woke up.

Major Spencer's gonna root up all those tree stumps in front of his place

and see they're done with grass

and Mrs Hiram Sloane says, if they still want to plant a flowerbed at the crossroads,

she'll keep her cow locked up so [t can't eat the plants.

Anyway, I don't see as It's such a terrible colour as all that.

It's a bit strange now but it'll fade in a...

year or two.

It's just unusual, that's all

(Laughs uproariously)

Ooh, when I came round that corner!

— Ahh! Ooh! — (Laughs)

Like a caravan in a fairground.

AlL it needs now is a hoopla stall!

(Laughs)

Gilbert, do you think it's possible for a person to have supernatural powers

— without realising it? = No. Why?

Well, I was the one, not Uncle Abe,

who prophesied the date and time of the storm.

Even though I was only guessing.

And I had been something to flatten Jud Parker's ruin.

And it all came true.

What about your prophecy regarding Mr Harrison's approaching nuptials?

Oh, yes, that was a terrible mistake.

So, you get some right, and some wrong.

I don't see anything supernatural in that.

Why do you have to reduce everything to common sense and logic?

No, not everything, Anne.

I think you're being a bit unfair.

I would have thought you'd like being called logical

No, you meant more than that. You implied I have no imagination.

Oh, well, I don't think you have got very much.

Not that I blame you, you just happen to be made that way.

Thank you.

I suppose that I am.

Don't you think there might be some advantage In seeing life as it is,

instead of through rose—tinted glasses?

Oh, no, of course, you wouldn't.

Gilbert, I thought we agreed to be friends.

Friends.

Yeah.

So why do we always end up arguing?

I don't understand it, do you?

Marilla?

(Door slams upstairs)

Marilla?

— Anne. — Why, Marilla, what ever is the matter?

Anne, it's Dora. She's gone. She's lost.

— Oh, she can't be. When did you last see her. — Not long after you left this morning.

A bit later I called her and she wasn't there, that was over two hours ago.

— Where have you looked? — Everywhere.

And it's not like her, I've never known her to wander.

Let's see now, where's Davy?

He's out in the barn but she's not there. I've been there three times myself.

Maybe she fell asleep in one of the rooms.

She wouldn't fall asleep on a Saturday morning.

Unless she was sick.

Now, Marilla, she can't possibly be sick, she was as right as rain last night

and she's too timid to wander far off.

She'll have got absorbed in something and lost track of the time.

She's not like you were, Anne, with her head always buried in a book.

Yes, well, she's probably playing house or...or dressing up.

Marilla, that trunk on the landing...

Anne, I've looked through it twice myself.

Well, did Davy see her go anywhere?

He went fishing right after breakfast, when he got back she was gone.

Now the thing is to be systematic.

Where exactly have you looked?

— Here, the parlour, the bedrooms. — The wardrobe?

Behind the curtains, everywhere. I've called till I'm hoarse.

Well, now, where outside?

I've looked in the barn, the bushes, the hay loft and the pigsty.

— I've looked everywhere. — She ain't there.

In the barn, I mean.

— Perhaps a tramp ran off with her. — Oh, hush, Da...

You haven't seen anyone like that hanging around here, have you?

Now, wait a minute. Maybe she went over to Harrison's.

Oh, no, Marilla, she's far too frightened of him.

Besides, he would've sent her back hours ago.

— Oh, we must do something. — What?

Marilla, you stay here in case she comes back,

Davy and I will ask the neighbours if they've seen her.

Then what?

Well, if they haven't, then we'll ask them to help us search.

We'll cover more ground that way.

She could've fallen down in the wood, sprained her ankle.

Marilla, she wouldn't go that far.

She could've fallen down the well.

She did lose her ball yesterday. I mean, she could have gone and looked...

— Can you see anything? — No, no.

Anyway, it's too deep.

I'll go and get Mr Harris.

Davy!