All language subtitles for anne.s02e04.web.x264-strife

Doesn't it just feed your heart
when the air's so crisp?

Every breath feels so alive!

It's the perfect day
for a tragical romance!

Lord Tennyson would approve!

Whomever plays Elaine must lie
in the flat and float to Camelot

while the others mourn her death
most sorrowfully.

I find it helpful to think of something
that makes you sad in your own life.

Of course you must be Elaine, Anne.

Oh, it would be ridiculous
to have a redheaded Elaine.

It ought to be Ruby.
She has lovely, golden hair.

And Elaine had "all her bright hair
streaming down."

Oh, I couldn't.

To lie and pretend I was dead...
I'd die of fright!

This was your idea, Anne.

You're obsessed with Elaine.

Oh, it's true.
And each time I read the poem,

I'm devoured by a secret regret
that I was not born in Camelot.

Those days were much more romantic
than the present.

I will be Elaine, then.

Diana?

Well, I never...

Diana!

Ruby, you must be King Arthur.

Jane, Guinevere and Diana
must be Lancelot.

I need a flower.

She does really look dead.

My mother says that all playacting
is abominably wicked.

Ruby,
you shouldn't mention your mother.

It spoils the effect,
because this was hundreds of years

before your mother was born.

We must kiss her quiet brows.

Sister... farewell forever.

Now she's ready.
Farewell, Elaine the lovable!

Diana!!

- Mother!
- Child, come out of there at once.

I've been calling.
You were to be practicing lessons,

and here I find you engaged in perilous,
senseless... whatever this is!

We were practicing lessons, in a way.

We're studying the poem
Lancelot and Elaine at school,

- and we decided to re-enact it...
- Diana, home. Now.

The rest as well,
before you catch your death.

The girls just got here
and we were simply...

Now! I will be heard!

Anne, be on your way, please.

Come along now, Diana.
Come along, girls.

So much for romance.

Is it addressed to Anne Shirley-Cuthbert
from a faraway port?

I'm afraid not.

We've got post! I thought for a moment
it might be from Gil...

That it might be for me.

But... Open it!

It must be important.

Is that not your second letter
from Miss Jeannie?

Third.

I'm ever so aimless
with Diana not allowed out to play.

Mrs. Barry is being quite harsh.
We weren't in peril.

It's not like we were ever
in any real danger.

Not like when the boarders were here.

We were re-enacting
the most romantical poem ever.

Dear Lord,
will you ever learn any sense?

No need to ask the Lord, Marilla.
I believe the prospect

of me becoming sensible
is actually brighter now than ever.

You see, I've come to the conclusion

that there's really no use
trying to be romantic in Avonlea.

It may have been easy in Camelot
hundreds of years ago,

but romance is not appreciated anymore.

It's a day late and a dollar
short for your newfound "sensibleness."

I dare say Mrs. Barry was right
to call your pond business dangerous.

Seeing as you can't seem
to keep out of trouble,

you will confine yourself
to indoor chores.

But, Marilla...

Well, now, that was a good few days ago.

We all need to stop gallivanting around

like nothing bad could ever happen
in Avonlea!

Don't give up all your romance, Anne.
A little of it's a good thing.

Oh, for heaven's sake.
They're going to need to go higher.

You'll have to move the rod.

Yes... it was too peaceful in here.

Why don't you go for a trot, dear?
You haven't left the house in days.

I'm quite alright, thank you.

Despite the glare from the gaudy drapes
you seem to have spent our nest egg on.

I'm sure I don't need to remind you
that I purchased these drapes

before you lost our money.

Around the time you were telling me
to stay out of our finances

and trust that you were
going to make us rich.

Would you excuse us for a moment,
please?

We'll never return to England now,
will we?

We're stuck here!

What about the girls?
What about their future?

This is something that happened
to our whole family.

You cannot just refuse to engage...

At least I was trying to do something,

while you flit around all day
doing nothing.

"Matthew,
I'm sure I've made it clear by now,

but I've been thinking of you
since we reconnected last year.

If you could find it in your heart
to respond,

it would mean the world to me.

You are a special man.

Yours, Jeannie."

Have you ever heard anything
more romantic?

What does it mean?

Don't you see?

A widow, who believes her days of love
are behind her,

is suddenly reacquainted

with the kindest, most wonderful man,
who she knew in school,

only to discover

that he has lived his whole life
without the bliss of true love.

They knew each other in school?

Why, Gilbert and I knew each other
in school.

Maybe Matthew's been waiting
for Jeannie this whole time.

Why isn't he writing her back?

He doesn't have the words.

It would be awful to live a life
without true love.

I will be an agent of romance.

How can you be sure
that Matthew and Jeannie are in love?

Did you ever go courting, Matthew?

Uh... c-can't say as I did, no.

Well, do you... believe in true love?

Well, now... I got no reason to, uh...

disbelieve it, I suppose.

But did you ever feel the ache of love
in your own heart?

I wonder if Marilla
isn't the one that y...

I want to talk to you.

Alright, then.

Uh, well, then...

Anne...

if you're having... uh...

feelings...

a-about a... a... a boy...

Not me!

Oh, uh, excuse me, Anne.

Jerry, let me give you some instructions
about the hay.

Blythe, you ready?
One rum, one babash.

Ooh! Oof.

You sure that's not gonna kill you?

No. That's what makes it good.
The danger.

Got to taste death to feel alive,
Blythe.

Not for you, though, first-timer.

Babash... local delicacy.
You'll be sprouting like a weed.

Man, seeing the world,
trying new things.

What could be better?

Gold.

Some girl tell you there might be gold
on your land and you'd rather move coal.

I wouldn't say that girl's
the most reliable narrator.

You are crazy!
If I had somebody pretty back home,

gold or no, I'd be up outta here.

It's not like that with Anne.
She's just a friend.

Yeah.

A friend that make you smile
and act like a moke. Be a man.

I am.

Only a boy can't admit
when he's gone over a lady.

Would a boy stare danger
right in the eye?

- And swallow it?
- Hey. No, no!

Oh.

Oh...

- Oh. Oh!
- Oh.

There there, doux-doux.
You're a man in truth.

Come, come.

Marilla's got a mind
to make a new dress, has she?

She'd do well not to let folks
see her spending money

at a time when many lost theirs.

I'm not sure a dress made by Marilla
will make people think of money.

Although, a store-bought dress
from Jeannie's shop, on the other hand.

It was ever so nice of Matthew to ask
Jeannie to make me a dress last year.

Did they know each other well?
In school?

Can't say I remember much,
seeing as it was decades ago.

I do recall that he walked her home
a few times.

But after his brother Michael died,
that was the end of everything.

The end of everything? How so?

It changed the course
of all the Cuthberts' lives.

And Matthew,

he went into that barn...
and he never came out.

Love thwarted by tragedy.

Dearest Jeannie,

I am deeply sorry...

it has...

taken so long...

to answer your letters.

Do not move.

Minnie May.
Minnie May, what are you doing?!

Stop it, Minnie May!

Social Etiquette?

- Girls!
- It was... it was Minnie May!

- Diana did it!
- Hush!

I can see this book has arrived
not a moment too soon.

If you can't be finished in Paris,
you will be taught at home.

It's time to learn to be proper ladies.

Childhood... is over.

Girls.

Yes, well... isn't that something.

Changing the world, are we, dear?
One curtsy at a time?

It's been a while since I've seen you
out of the house, Marilla.

I've been curious to see
how the Cuthberts have been faring

since the golden boy
made off with all our savings.

Of course I do understand
why you haven't been out and about.

And it's likely best
you stay away from the church

on account of the whole town
is still quite sore.

We were made to look like fools,

and folks are suffering.

It's not just the Barrys.

Close on half the congregation had given
Nate their money before he made off.

Do you think
that's gonna make for an easy winter?

There is indeed gold in Avonlea.

A hundred and fifty dollars per test...

That's close to half
of what most folks make in a year.

We're in such danger, Marilla!

I didn't think it was right
to sit here,

serve tea and not say something.

I do blame myself.

I brought them here, allowed them in.

Well, now,

anyone with your dire financial straits
last Christmas

would've done the same thing.
It's not your fault.

That's what I say.
All will be forgiven in time.

Apart from the minister.

He had his heart set
on a new chaise lounge

from which to better
talk off the ear of the Lord.

Be a few moons before you're back
in his good books.

We'll put it behind us.

Wares for sale! Wares for sale!
Something for everybody!

Uh!

Uh...

beautiful day, ya?

Oh. Where are these from?

Oh, wait. A Russian tsar,

Anatoly, pulled these off
his dying brother in battle.

And his brother, who was a pacifist,

who went to war
only to protect greedy Anatoly,

and who, in death,
taught the tsar to lead with love.

Such an interesting, um, uh...

- Imagination?
- Hm!

Yes, I get that quite a bit.

Oh, what's this?

That... belonged to my wife.

She give in hope I sell
and we together sooner.

Where is she?

She and my children still in Germany.

I work night and day to bring them here.

Not good for Jewish people there.

Treated like, uh...

You must miss them so.

Now I know
what it is to have a family,

I cannot fathom what it would be like
not to see them every day.

Oh, I would die to be able to give
my bosom friend something like this.

It's broken.

I think broken things
have such a sad beauty.

After years of stories and triumph

and tragedy infused into them,

they can be much more romantical
than new things

that haven't lived at all.

Oh, I don't have any money.

It's yours.

You! Get away from her!

- Wha...
- How dare you trespass?!

Uh, but... but...

- Marilla... it's alright!
- Madam, I...

Off my land!

He's a peddler, he's kind.

- Anne!
- It's fine. I go. I go.

Anne Shirley-Cuthbert!

How many times have I warned you
about speaking to strangers?!

- And Italians at that!
- He's not Italian and he gave me...

You can't just go around inviting
strange men into the house!

I didn't invite him in.

Go to your room, please.

There you are, miss.

Dearest Jeannie...

My...

darling...

Jeannie.

Have you heard...

of... a calla lily?

Anne! School!

I never want to be a lady.

If little girls could understand
the vulgarity of putting heads together

and giggling as if the whole world
was a ridiculous affair,

they would refrain
from such unmitigated nonsense.

"No laughing. No waddling.

Only look straight ahead of you
when walking.

Burping is social ruin"? Ah...

We can no longer afford
finishing school in Paris,

so Mother's determined
to finish me herself.

She says childhood is over.

But... but how can you be done
having a childhood

when I've only just begun?

Oh, Anne.

- Sorry.
- It's alright.

We've only just learned that our
friendship has been sentenced to death.

Is there a ridiculous, hateful book
that teaches boys to be men?

If there was, it... wouldn't help me.

What do you mean?

Nothing. Sorry.

Social ruin!

Shhh.

I'm sorry.

- Have another one for you, Mr. Cuthbert.
- Yeah? Much obliged.

Seems there's been a flurry of post
of late.

Don't suppose it'd kill you
to respond to Jeannie.

That'll be all for me, then.

Good night.

"In answer... to your question..."?

To your question...

Yes! Rescue me from geometry,

the most uninspired form of torture.

I know...

you've written to Jeannie.

I want to tell you...

It's not right.

I wasn't... I wasn't trying
to go behind your back.

I just...

Y-you can't... live a life
without true love...

It's not your affair to meddle in.

Jeannie is...

Folks have...

real feelings.

What you did...

it's not right.

This is cold again.

Minnie May, stop chewing so noisily.
You sound like an animal.

Don't stare when someone
is scolding their child.

It's extremely rude.

I see the finishing is going well.

At this rate, they'll be married
to fishmongers before we know it.

What's wrong with Mr. Cuthbert?
Everything is better now.

We... we caught the bad guys.

Is he sad that people lost money?

- Is he... is he sick again? His heart?
- It's none of your business!

Have you ever hurt someone so badly
that they couldn't love you anymore?

How could you do such a thing?!

Do you have any control?

You'll be fortunate if you can get
a fishmonger to marry you...

- Diana!
- What?!

You wet the bed.

How come no one loves each other
anymore?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Can we have a conversation, please?

If you could forgo
the wounded-bird act.

There is too much stress and anger
in this house.

If we don't stop being enemies
and start speaking to one another,

we're going to ruin our girls.

I'm not the one
playing the drill sergeant with them.

I understand I have a role in this!

But it doesn't change the fact
that we need to talk!

And what is it you would like
to talk about, dear?

What would you like to force me to say,
aloud, in front of you?

That I'm a fool? That I'm ashamed?

That I've made a huge mistake?

Yes.

Because then I'd be able
to tell you I would've agreed with you.

If you'd asked for my thoughts
on the gold or the investment idea,

I would've agreed.

And then we could've both been fools
together.

But you insist on taking this
all upon yourself... then and now!

I just... wanted to do something
that mattered for once...

in my... sorry... irrelevant life.

I don't want us to not make mistakes.

I just want to be included.

I want us to be partners.

"I know how hard it is for you
to express yourself.

That has never been my weak point.

And then I thought back
to when you told me

not to give up all my romance.

And that,
together with what Mrs. Lynde told me

about when Michael died and how hard..."

I can well understand all that.

I just wish you hadn't done it.

Make haste sending that love letter,
Blythe.

It's not a love letter.

- Right. I forgot.
- I'm serious. It's not a love letter.

How long they say
till she gets your love letter?

It's not a love letter.
Maybe a month?

Help!

Ah! Please!

You, you don't come back here again!

Please!

No! Pl...

- What's wrong? What is it?
- She's in labor!

Miss, where's your family?

She ain't have one, and her brothel
mother just threw her out!

- There a doctor coming?
- Hey!

- Miss? Is a doctor on the way?
- Open this door! You can't do this!

- Open the door!
- Miss?

Open this door!

You can't do this! Open the door!

Open the door!

Miss?

Miss?

Miss.

Miss.

I know you must be scared.

What's your name?

Ru... Ruth.

Ruth, I'm Gilbert.

Your waters have broken.

Ah! Yes! Yes!

- We have to get help.
- No time. This is happening now.

I need your babash.

I need to sterilize.

Crazy? You ain't delivering that baby.

What on the green earth
makes you think you...

- I've done it before!
- On a farm! Cows! This is different!

I know that!

You can go and find help,
or you can help me in here.

- What are you doing?!
- Ruth, your baby's coming now.

No. No, you stay away from me!

- We're here to help.
- You keep that white man away from me!!

I know.
This pasty fella trying to come at you?

I was not sure when I met him neither.
He'll talk your ear off

and don't know much about the world.
But he knows birthing.

He's my brother and I trust him.

If your baby's coming,
he can't leave you.

- I can go for help.
- No! No, no, no, no, no...

We're here for you, in truth,
if you'll have us.

Wh-what now, Blythe?

Blythe!

Dilation! I need to see that her body
is prepared. Help her down here!

Ruth, I'm gonna need you to lie down.

Alright?

Get behind her. Support her.

Good.

Begging your pardon, miss?

Alright.

Alright. It's time. Alright, uh...

What?! What is it?! What?

Your baby's breech.

What is that?!

It-it's not in a deliverable position.
I'm gonna need to adjust it.

Hold onto me, Ruth!

Hold onto me!

Ruth. Ruth.

Do you want to know something?

I was a breech baby too,

and I lived to tell the tale.

He was in his mother
just like your baby is in you now.

Look at him! Strong, strapping lad.
Well, he kind of skinny, but...

It's moved! The baby is ready!
You'll have to start pushing now!

- I can't, I can't! It hurts!
- Yes, you can!

- Push, Ruth. You're doing so well!
- Ready? Push!

Push!

- Push!
- Push!

Push, Ruth!

Come on, Ruth, you can do it!

Almost there. One more, one more! Push!

You see that face?
She's beautiful.

Thank you.

Any idea where Matthew's off to?

Well... I think I've ruined everything.

Whoa!

Come on, change, boys.

Let's change. Switch it up!

Wouldn't mind having one of those.

A struggling, wailing lil' fella.

Throw the ball with.
Bouff when he backchats.

I could see that for you.

Got no way to raise him up right.
You need land for that.

What kind of strange child
were you anyway, Blythe?

Needing to know
about your own breech birth.

I didn't want to know about my birth.
I wanted to know about my mother.

So I asked my father.

She died giving birth to me.

Sorry. My brain is slow.

It's alright.

Didn't want Ruth to know that part.

I don't want to be a farmer.

You said that before. Now you're sure?

Guess there's other things
calling out to you.

Eh... Doc?

It's a powerful thing

to have done someone wrong...

when you truly didn't intend it.

I tried to apologize,
but it didn't fix anything.

I allow we must...

let people feel how they need to...

and process in their own time.

Would you like to talk
about the letters, Matthew?

Uh, yes, uh... I would, yes.

Uh...

I meant to write you back, but I, um...

Were you able to tell
it was Anne writing? It was not me.

I only... I just found out about it.

Oh, goodness.

Oh, of course.

Now that you mention it,
I should've put it together.

Jeannie, I'd like to apologize...

I... I did feel that the letters
were unlike you, but...

I suppose part of me hoped...

I should've answered you straight away.
I mean, that's my fault in it.

I didn't intend
to make you uncomfortable, Matthew.

It's just...

It's just been so nice to reacquaint.

I had thought of you...

after I left school,

over the years.

And I did appreciate the letters.
It's only...

it took Anne so long to get here and...

You want to spend the time
you have left with her.

To be quite honest,
I felt overwhelmed

when you did respond
and compared me to calla lilies.

- She does have a way with words.
- I'm not certain that I want to know.

Children make mistakes
and not always

with the best of intentions,
unlike your Anne.

She didn't have an easy go of it.
You know, before.

She's certainly been blessed
with a life with you at Green Gables.

We could go back if you like.

Or there's a lovely trail up ahead.

W-wouldn't mind seeing that trail,
if you've got the time.

- Ah!
- Aha!

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa.

I'm sorry, Matthew.

I just didn't want you
to miss out on love.

I don't know how...

you could think that, uh...

I don't have...

love.

I have you.

I'm free to be a girl!

Mother says there's plenty of time
to become a lady.

And at least for a little while longer,
we can play!

Oh, Diana, if you'd come and told me

a Fairy Queen had come
to stay in your house,

I couldn't be happier than this moment!

Oh, I have something for you!

Oh.

We can each have a part.

And it will only be whole
when we're together.

You're no match for me, Prince Wisteria!

That's what you think, Princess Cordelia!