All language subtitles for Anne.Of.Green.Gables.A.New.Beginning.2008.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

Anne!

Anne!

Anne Shirley!

Anne, you have been
out here since lunch.

You never remember to
tell me where you're going.

You missed our entire history class,

the fall of Rome.

One of the privileges of having
a mother as the schoolteacher.

What a relief to be rescued!

The book is a perfect tragedy.

It would be a tragedy indeed,
if we miss our train.

Your father's home
from the logging camp, remember?

We've got to go.
We've got to go. We've got to go.

My, but that book
gives me a thrill!

It's the story of the daughter
of a belted earl,

stolen away in infancy
by a cruel nurse

who died before
she could confess.

There's nothing lovelier than
to have a mother to gather me up.

Come on, Anne.
Come on.

Mother!

Mother? Mother!

Where are you?

- Hi!
- Hi!

I figured you were
out here writing.

There's a read-through
with the cast this afternoon...

and they had some notes that they wanted to
share with you before we got started.

I'm a novelist-- I'm not used to
notes from all these people.

Could you go
and just fill me in?

We'll just tell the cast that
you're gonna hold off on it for now.

I mean,
it's not a disaster.

Obviously, you have
a different concept.

It's not stageworthy, Anne.

Not yet, anyway.

My concern is that...

I don't think it�s gonna be ready
to be performed this summer.

I can put in
another play, and, um...

- they'll just keep working on it.
- Mm-hmm.

Ah! Um...

This came for you.

The boys are all
off celebrating.

This is a huge victory.

You'll hear from him.
Don't worry.

- I'll see you later.
- Thanks.

Right on time.

- Here!
- You are stage left...

That's it. Okay.

Okay, come down stage.

I know I sound like
a typical mother,

but you know what
your brother can be like.

Frankly,
I'm terrified, Frannie.

Dominic said he'd be
on the first boat back from England.

I know, I know, I'm sorry, but...
I'm sorry to bother you right now.

Is the baby better?

Oh, don't be silly.

You come all the way here
when Timmy has the mumps.

I just needed
someone to talk to.

Why wouldn't Dominic be
in touch with me?

Oh, I hear
the baby crying.

You better go.

All right.
Give him a big kiss for me.

I love you.
Okay, bye-bye.

It is all right to cry.

I never expected
this life with Gil.

Send Dominic home.

Get him back to me.

Maybe he's all right and just
doesn't want to get in touch with me.

You can't let go of the people
who raised you.

Though never knowing who
your real parents are...

can always haunt you

- Well done!
- Bravo!

Well done.
All right, everybody, time to packing it in...

before I decide to recast.

Thanks for coming out.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Anne.

Sorry about all
the changes in the play.

10:00 tomorrow morning.
Learn your lines.

- I'm gonna sleep tonight.
- Yeah, me, too. We have an early morning.

Goodnight, everyone.

Oh!

Any word on Dominic yet?

Come on, Anne.

He'll be back.
Dominic's a big boy.

So, are you going to start the rewrite
and make me a big-time producer, or what?

Oh, the great American impresario is
about as far away from Broadway as he can get.

You know,
I don't get it.

What are you doing here?

You call me, you say
you have a great idea for a play,

that want to
challenge yourself.

What'd you come here for?

- What did you come here for?
- I came here to sell Green Gables.

Doing a play with you was just
an excuse to get here.

Don't waste my time.

Just go away.
Just leave me alone.

I've always needed to write.

I've made up stories
about myself all my life.

Used to pretend my parents were
a perfect couple living in harmony.

I did it so often
and for so along...

it's hard to know
what the truth is anymore.

I wouldn't recognize my father
if I saw him.

Bertha, I promised you I was
gonna quit the logging camp.

You can build your own home
instead of living on boardinghouse.

Walter Shirley!

you are an intoxicated braggart!

You're going to kill both of us
with this crazy nag!

This horse
can do the mail run

from Grand Falls
to St. John in 12 hours.

There's a pretty penny to be made
if I can get the contract.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa!

Your mother was
my best friend.

She'd like you to have this.

She'd want me
to look after you.

Since Dr. and Mrs. Thomas
where so close to Bertha...

Walter Shirly and I have
asked Dr. Thomas

to give a few words
of eulogy

for this dear woman.

Walter Shirly was
not at fault.

He loved his wife.

Uh... our schoolteacher
and friend Bertha...

has been...

stolen
from our community...

in an accident
of Biblical proportions.

But the white majesty of death
now falls upon this beloved woman

and sets her apart
to be crowned...

and to live forever
in God's heavenly kingdom.

I'm sorry
for your loss.

Be strong, child.

Thank you.

If Mom has been crowned a queen,
then what am I?

A child of God,
sweetheart.

Wouldn't it be better
to tell people from now on

that I was the daughter
of a queen...

than to endure the notoriety
of such a tragedy?

It's better
to speak the truth.

Your mother may have had
noble dreams,

but she died of pneumonia
with dignity.

Bless her soul.

No thanks to your father.

I hope my husband can
find him and bring back.

Well, don't be
so hard on yourself, Walt.

If the Almighty thinks better,
it'd be twelve of us, right?

Hey, what's that saying?

"To err is... is human...

- "and to forgive is divine." Right? Yes.
- No, no, no, Doc!

I killed her.

Whoa, whoa, hey, hey,
stop it, stop it, stop--!

Walter!
Whoa! Whoa, whoa!

Drunken fools!

Help, help!
Somebody help me.

Hey!

Walt!
I'm coming. I'm coming!

Walt! Hey!

No, you're not
listening, Louisa.

He went back
to the river.

He wanted to drown
his sorrows, literally.

- And you pushed him.
- I rescued him.

You know what?
I'll say it was a noble performance

for the entire town to see,
but he's taken off.

We may never see
the likes of Walter again.

Do you have any idea
how mortifying it is

to be at the funeral
of a dear friend

while the town's
esteemed doctor

is off on a bender?

The whole town knows what the
disgusting pair of you have been up to.

This is only a drop.

Hey,
Walter desperately

needed my support
to absolve himself

in front of the town.
That's all it was.

Temperance will be preached
in this house.

- Hey!
- Walter needs a good kick in the pants...

- Nuh-uh. Hey!
- ...and so do you.

- Louisa.
- You can have water. Yes, you can have water.

Don't! No, don't!

- All right, you're being--
- Sleep outside!

Hey, come on now,
stop it!

Hey! You're mom's
making a mess here!

You're the one making a mess.
Please do not wake up the--

Do not wake up
the children!

Katie...

I'm convinced I must have been
a disappointment

to my father
if he's not coming back.

Mother said
he was a free spirit.

I made up my mind,
I could be a free spirit myself.

I'm resolved that the Thomases
will be my new family...

that my life
does not have to be

a graveyard of buried hopes.

The only thing I recall
about my father...

was how my mother
was drawn to him...

like a moth to a flame.

Gene.

I don't want you to feel any pressure
about producing my play.

Good.

I'm feeling pressure
to make money this summer.

What would you say about me
going to Green Gables to write?

It's a great idea.

That'd do us both
a world of good.

Come on, Elsie, I promised Anne
we'd be ready by 10:00.

You know what a pistol
she is.

You can't clear out 30 years of living
in an old place like this

in a couple of days.

Look how young Mom and Dad looked
when we first moved here.

I'm furious at them
for letting the place get so rundown...

when Anne was so generous
for letting us live here

for years when
we had nowhere else.

Well, don't preach to Mom.
She thinks the place is an albatross

But why Anne's own kids haven't taken
an interest in it is just plain weird.

Too far to come.

And it's just easier
for our family to fix everything.

Elsie? John?
It's Anne!

Auntie Anne come up.

What mischief are you up to
in Marilla's room?

Well, it's terrific
to see you.

Oh, your mother's
finally written, has she?

I was wondering if she lost every letter
I'd written her in those two months.

Oh, I know. She's been awful
at responding to everybody.

She's taken up golf.

Um, we were just finishing
packing, or so we thought,

and we found all these letters
in the closet,

in the floor.

These are old love letters
between Marilla and John Blythe.

They quarreled, you know,
and she... she...

was always sorry she didn't
forgive him when she had the chance.

This is-- What a,
what a great, well-kept secret.

Who's Walter Sirley?

How did Marilla know
your family

if your parents died
when you were born?

My dearest...

Shall I t--

My dearest daughter...

please, accept this note,

as confirmation
that I have come into

much better circumstances
in my life...

and so, I feel it is my duty
to try to locate you.

I have finally had the good luck
to marry that wonderful woman.

I have prosperous hardware
business in Fredericton now.

It is my sincere hope
that you can forgive me

for the expanse of time

that has lapsed between us,
and come back to me.

I realize you are likely
in much better circumstances

than we could
ever provide.

And so, I've entrusted
our mutual acquaintance...

Miss Nelly Parkhurst
to make contact with you again

and to determine if my approach is
acceptable to you and your guardians.

For so many years, your mother
wanted me to quit the logging camp

and build a home for us.

Maybe now I can
fulfill my promise.

If you cannot forgive me
for the harm

that has come to you
as a result of my neglect,

I will respect
your wishes.

Any response
will be welcome.

Your loving father, Walter.

Marilla must have felt
she needed to protect me.

Or she was frightened
I'd leave.

Protect you from what?

Oh, with Marilla,
that would have been an instinct.

So, you weren't
an orphan?

As a child, I made up...

stories about my parents.

No one knew a thing
about me, so, it was...

it was easy.

I'd given up...

hope of ever
finding my father.

- Here, let me help.
- Okay.

What luck
finding Marilla's letters!

What luck!

Do you mind
if we tell Mom?

She always said,
with your imagination,

you were destined to be
a great writer.

Yeah, I'd longed
to write once,

but now I just do it
to work out everything else.

You never can tell why
certain people do decide to write.

Obviously,
it's very personal.

Yes, well,certain people, like me,
are born to travel,

while others,
like your mother,

are blessed with
a desire to play golf.

Thank you, Anne...

from our
entire family.

Mother says she'll call
when she knows the place is sold.

Truth be, she...

she hasn't written because
she didn't want to discuss it.

We, uh...

We had so many wonderful
years growing up here.

Why did you ever
give it to us?

Oh, well, Gil's medical practice
wasn't in this area

and your parents were
down on their luck.

Yeah.

Don't sell it, Anne.

Oh, well,
I've complicated feelings

- about this place.
- Oh, I know.

Mother says, you get to a point in your life

when you can't just bury the past.

Well, certain people have a hard time

drawing a line between
the past and the present.

Oh, we'll talk soon, okay?
- Yeah, okay.

I don't know how I survived the time
before I was adopted by the Cuthberts.

It was horrible
after my mother died.

The Thomases
gave up on me and...

I lost hope of ever
seeing my father again.

The, uh, cash from selling
your mother's things was...

given to the town.

I'll pay your board
for a time.

We're leaving.

Sadly, my husband has lost
his license to practice medicine.

Can't you keep me
'til my father comes?

You need to know that your
father is gone for good.

I heard someone say
he drowned in his own sorrow.

He isn't really dead,
is he?

In some respects,
he is.

Things haven't worked out well
for either of us, Anne.

No need for theatrics, Louisa.
You've done your duty.

God help you keep that sorry husband
of yours sober in the next town.

Your life is cursed, girl...

Thank your stars
the county found the room.

The child would be much better placed
in an orphanage or a foster home.

No family
will take her in...

after that sorry business
with her father.

You have to take her.

The Doc Thomases
are leaving town,

it's the county's responsibility.

We'll do what we can.

We don't normally
take children.

We're all so full up.
Humph.

A little beggar like you
should thank the Lord

that we've taking pity
on you at all.

Stop it!

I need water!

Some of them here need to be
kept in check at all times.

You'll sleep here
with these three.

To sleep in such cramped quarters is
more than my imagination can be abide by.

We don't harbor
to royalty here, miss.

I understood a room had been
paid for on my behalf.

You either put up
or shut up.

At least these girls don't have fleas.

Put this uniform on

at sunrise
when you get up.

Move over, girls.

You won't need
whatever's in there.

You'll get your chores
assigned first thing.

By the way, I heard
all about Walter Shirley.

The price of atonement
for the sins of the father.

You understand that, girl?

Could you
move over, please?

I really didn't
understand.

I'd never experienced
hypocrisy before.

It was incomprehensible to me
how a loving God could abandon me.

I didn't want to give in.

I had decided that God had just
forgotten about everyone in that place.

And in my heart,

I was afraid something awful
was going to happen.

Come on, let's go!

Don't drop fertilizer in one spot,
spread it around!

- What did you bring in your suitcase?
- What are you doing?

No, stop!

Oh, that's pretty.

Silence!

God, in his wisdom, has
chosen to make you paupers,

not animals!

But dependent upon the charity
of others, nonetheless.

- Stop it!
- No!

- Give me!
- And God in His wisdom has chosen us

to help you find spirituality
with you lot in life.

Harmony and peace must be
maintained here at any cost.

Those are my only possessions!
No!

Come here, you.

You see
this young brat?

Her father is
a criminal...

accused of doing in
his own wife.

Keep away from her.

Beware of her manner of speech,
which she uses to deceive.

God knows what illicit writings
such school books contain!

- No!
- They are condemned!

- No!
- In the fire!

Innocent as a dove,
cunning as a serpent.

Only stiff punishment
can save her.

God has put a child
in our midst

to test our skill

at recognizing the difference
between good and evil.

We will punish her!

No one gets away with
this kind of behavior here.

You will remain standing
until daybreak.

God punishes the disobedient
with eternal damnation.

I tried to imagine
someone finding me...

someone who'd rescue me...

and care for me.

I gather no one is
supposed to speak to you.

But the temptation was
too irresistible.

You want some water?

You've been here
an eternity, haven't you?

I was standing
in the dark,

trying to imagine I was
a bride in "Misty Veil"...

waiting an eternity for her betrothed,
who's left her at the altar.

This is a far worse place than
anything even I could ever imagine.

So, it was a task
to pretend.

A white dress would be my ideal
of earthly bliss.

Do you've any earthly ideals?

I did... once.

Once upon a time...

I'm sorry
for rambling on so.

Nobody talks
to me here.

Do go on.

Well, when I saw how tyrannical
the matron was to you

my very first day,

aye, you instinctively must be
the product of a lifelong sorrow.

I don't dare talk
about that.

The walls have ears.

Why was she so cruel
to you, then?

She's afraid.

Because I have a higher purpose.

I know the secret
to free everyone in this place.

But, you see,

I'm not leaving until
I finish my life's vocation.

And-And it's--
There's so much and I need help.

All very well to read about sorrows,

imagine yourself living
through them heroically,

when you really come to have them.

I have the key
to freedom.

Then why do you allow yourself
to remain imprisoned?

I'm editing the, uh,
the history of-of-of every word

in the English language
for posterity.

I'm so sorry.

I don't mean to be
impolite, sir, but...

I'm afraid the dictionary has
already been invented.

Did you not know that?

I have never heard
such a... a...

word before.

Dic- tionary...

Do spell it!

You don't have a single soul
in the world, do you?

I had a wife
and a daughter once.

They still console me...

here.

As life marches on...

you don't know
how difficult it is

to draw a line between
the past and the present.

You are ancient,

but... I am at the beginning
of my life.

We are imprisoned
here forever.

Once this work is done,

I'm gonna let everyone go.

Please, there's
so much work to be done.

Memories and notations--

they all need to be copied.

Only at night,
when no one can see.

I will help you.

What's your name?

Gabriel.

B- Blake.

Gabriel.

Gabriel was a heavenly
messenger, wasn't he?

Here.

Everything will be much better.
I finally have help to do it.

With your help,
if we do ever get it done...

We're keeping busy, there's
so little time and so much to do...

The County should be pleased with
the God-fearing ideals of our tenants here.

Purged of pride
and eager for employment,

each one earns his keep.

What devilment
are you up to?

Where did you get this?

Surely you don't think
you're above the rules?!

Get in there.

This child is
very disobedient.

Gabriel Blake has been filling
her head full of foolishness.

As members of the board,
I'm pleased to be able to demonstrate to you

our exacting methods
of inmate discipline.

This sad little demon
has fallen prey

to the defiant tactics
of our resident lunatic.

Her flaming red hair is the real cause
of her devilish behavior.

Scissors, please, matron.

No, you can't sir! No! No! No!

Take it, matron,
and burn it.

Let the county know that
Bollingbrook Asylum

bears witness to
Christian principles alone.

You will stand again
until daybreak.

- I'd like to speak to you outside.
- Don't you dare!

Do you hear him?

No one acknowledge
this guttersnipe!

Seeing as you crave freedom,

you'll be left constrained outside,
Mr. Blake!

- You know the routine orderlies.
- Get your hands off me!

Get me that cup!

Come on, Gabriel...
taking you in.

Your little scrap...

just worsening your trial here
by inciting calamity.

I'm devastated.
It's all my fault.

You are entirely naughty.

Never mind.

There is a darkness here
which needs to be rectified.

Your innocence
may assist me...

if I have my way.

I can see we have
no choice, Doctor.

We must condemn
the building...

annex the institution
to the neighbouring county,

and expel the overseers,
but I indeed...

want this child to speak to our
entire board at the right opportunity.

Gabriel,
are you awake?

I heard the superintendent.
She wants to help.

She wants the--
the doctor to send me away?

I'll go-- I'll go fetch
your books and notes.

The secret...

The key?

...under the boards,
in the bag.

It's yours.

Go. Now.

Freedom...

whenever you need it.

I won't go
'til they bring you back.

Hold my hand.

So splendid
to have a friend.

You're a true
kindred spirit.

What's that?

A kindred spirit
is someone you can rely on...

right to the innermost
part of your soul.

I feel so tired.

Gabriel?

Angels have watched over me
all my life...

rescuing me.

The board of the
Bollingbrooke County poorhouse

listened to me.

It was a feeling
I'd never experienced before.

It made me begin
to feel like I had a voice.

The County Board
has found

a special foster home for you
in Perth, girl.

Consider it an honor that
they've gone to such trouble.

You'll leave tomorrow.

No honor having you be the one
to tell me so, matron.

Who would have thought
a child so cunning

would've brought about the downfall
of everything we built?

I'm glad I hurt you!

You hurt me more than my own father!

You and your husband haven't
a spark of kindness in you!

I'll never forget
what you did to Gabriel.

You had no right!

The Perth County Poorhouse is
supposed to have a brand-new building.

- You'll fare better there.
- You're so kind.

We'll come back for the next group
within the hour.

- Where's that redheaded kid?
- She's on the next load.

I'm coming, I'm coming!

Mrs. Thomas, it's me, Anne!

Mrs. Thomas!
Mrs. Thomas!

Good Lord, Anne Shirley, what,
in heaven's name, are you doing here?

Violetta! Mrs. Thomas!
Fate has brought us together.

Jock, Keith, wait!

You look entirely like--

entirely like thieves
running away in the night.

That is
putting it mildly.

I don't know what you're doing.
I cannot possibly take on another runaway

when we are
running away, ourselves.

You will help me,
I beg of you, Mrs Thomas.

I know how
to be resourceful.

I've even thought
of changing my name

so no one would ever
recognize me again.

I'd love to be called
something elegant,

like Cordelia.

That's a horrible name!

What about
Geraldine Fitzgerald?

Who cares what you're called?
You can't stay with us, and that's final.

You and my mother
were best of friends.

That practically
makes us kin.

Didn't you hear
our mother?

We're in too much trouble
as it is...

- no thanks to you.
- Stop it, Jock.

There's a poetic irony
that we are all together as fugitives.

Is that the trouble
you mean, Mrs. Thomas?

Yes, well,
you see, Anne...

things went
from bad to worse.

After your father vanished,

so did all the funds
from the parish roof box.

And the town
accused my husband.

But he insisted
it was your father.

Your father is
trash, Anne.

And so,
we've been living...

under house arrest
in the halfway hotel...

awaiting an inquest...

because my husband
was killed by a train.

Do you...
you think he was...?

Oh, I...

I'm in the depths
of despair.

Being a doctor's wife...

has been a life
of bitter disappointment, Anne.

I can hardly swallow.

It will be too much
for mother to...

be cross-examined and have to
go back over it all for the inquest.

Our grandmother is
very rich...

and she wants us
to come and live with her.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

Leave us alone!

When we get to St. John's,
we'll get you to someplace safe.

Stand back.

Apparently, there's
a familing home in Fredericton,

just outside of Marysville.

Yes that would be
St. Agatha's Asylum, ma'am.

I'm sorry, Anne,
but we'll have to drop you off there.

Thank you
for your directions.

Hurry, boys.

Boys, hurry up!
The train leaves in three minutes.

I've made up my mind
to simply enjoy this train ride.

Train rides are
so thrilling.

For pity's sake, Anne,
it's only a train.

Here, could you take your own ticket?
It's your responsibility.

We need to get some flowers
for Grandmother.

You choose the color,
Mother, I'll get change.

What lovely wild roses,

looking so happy
to be roses.

Could I just
have some change?

- Yes, dear.
- We're gonna buy flowers for Grandmother.

I wish roses could talk.

Ah, they'd surely have
hopeful thoughts.

All passengers!

Now boarding
for Moncton, Miramichi,

- ...Bathurst...
- There you go.

- Hurry up! Mother says we�re late!
- All passengers for Marysville...

Hurry up, Anne!

I suppose Mother is
already on the train.

I hope your grandmother
likes pink.

Redheaded people
can never wear pink.

Did you ever know anybody
whose hair was red when they were young,

but changed color
when they grew up?

No. Put your bag up.

- Could you help me, please, sir?
- Yes.

- We're this way, Mother!
- Last call.

- Moncton, Miramichi, Bathurst.
- There we go. How's that?

All aboard!

- There.
- Thank you.

You're welcome.

All aboard!

Mrs. Thomas!
Mrs. Thomas! Mrs. Thomas!

Anne what are you--
What are you doing?

You're going
the wrong way!

Last call for passengers
to Marysville and Fredercton.

All aboard!

Mrs. Thomas,
you're on the wrong train!

No, Anne, you are
on the wrong train.

Try to get
the lead out!

Anne, hurry!

Anne!
We don't have much time!

Anne!

Jump!
That's right, Anne, jump!

Hurry, that's our train!

Hurry, hurry!

Wait a minute.
Where's my purse?

I-I left it
right here.

Hurry and get to
our train!

Hurry!

The only train to Fredericton
until tomorrow.

Grandmother will be waiting
on the other end

and she will
burst a blood vessel!

Good evening, ma'am.

Oh, I blame myself
entirely, Mrs. Thomas.

Violetta was
following me.

If I hadn't lost myself in the beauty
of those colorful blossoms...

I had so little color
in my life lately.

And salt has been
added to injury

now that we're obliged to sleep
in a common railway station.

I'm just cross at myself
because I lost my purse

and all my money.

My mother-in-law will be
entirely unimpressed.

Feel free to blame
this entire mess on

a hapless orphan who wasn't given
the brains God gave geese, Mrs. Thomas

You must call me Louisa.

You know, your mother
was quite brilliant.

She used to help me
with Sunday school.

She really knew how to foster intellect.
She was a wonderful teacher

who knew so many
lovely poems by heart.

The, um,
"The Lady of the lake"...

"Seasons" by Thurston.

She cultivated me.

And if you are
half as bright as she is,

then I know that you will make
a wonderful teacher, too, one day, Anne.

You've given me hope,
Mrs... Louisa.

I'd hate to part ways
on bad terms,

especially since
I was trying so hard

to imagine
you'd keep me forever.

Um...

I have a confession
to make, Anne.

I took some money
from the sale of your mother's things.

I mean, not a lot, but...

I was short at the time
and my husband wasn't very dependable.

And I was so cross
with your father.

But I now see that you and I were
destined to be great friends.

And I won't
desert you, either.

I'll help you all morning
if you can give us a ride.

Hey, if you really want a ride,
you better tell me your name.

My name is
Cordelia Shirley.

We walked all along from Bollingbrooke
and missed our train.

You don't know a Walter Shirley
from Bollingbrooke, do you?

Accused of doing his wife in,
as I recall.

No, ma'am,
I've never heard of such a man.

Got a contract for the mail route
up to Grand Falls.

My father's name
was Jedediah.

I know it's rather a woeful name,
don't you think?

Odd name, to be sure.

What did
Jedediah Shirley do?

My parents were both teachers
at the Bollingbrooke primary school.

They each died of fever
when I was only three months.

They were a pair
of babies themselves.

I've had the good fortune
to be rescued

from the asylum
by friends.

We're all going to live
in Marysville.

They're members of
the affluent Thomas family.

Thomases, you say?

And you never met
old Mrs. T?

No, but young Mrs. Thomas over there
is as benevolent as she is loyal.

Get your bags.

Anyone knows the Thomas place
if they know Marysville.

Oh, thank you.

Louisa, Violetta, boys,
wake up!

The sun is shining
on us this morning.

The chaos
I've caused is over.

I cannot believe we had to stay over
in that train station...

- thanks to you, Anne.
- I'm sorry, I vexed you, Violetta.

It gives me great
satisfaction to know

the inequity
has been righted.

I feel just like a heroine
in a novel.

You talk too much.

Don't be so certain Grandmother
won't throw you out on your head.

Be nice to her,
she's interesting.

It would be more to the point
if she were useful.

Grandmother will toss us all out
when she hears her nonsense.

Well, I won't worry about asylums
for a little while longer.

I'm going to imagine this is
all of part of a beautiful mirage,

and thank God for it
two or three times a minute.

We're right proud
of this place.

Marysville was named
by old Mr. Thomas,

who built a mill on account of
it's always been so merry.

Christopher Columbus!

I must be dreaming!

- You certainly are.
- There's no need to be nasty, Violetta.

Whoa!

God's nightgown!

We wondered what in heaven's
name had happened to you.

Now, Mrs. Thomas has gone
all the way into St. John

- looking for you.
- Hepzibah, no, please don't--

If she has a coronary on the way,
you'll never hear the end of it.

Louisa Thomas!
What is that?

Oh, it�s the most
heartrending story.

Please, just keep
my mother-in-law calm

until she has a chance
to get used to the idea.

You don't meant to think
I'd take in a street urchin like that?!

You don't march in here
with some stray cur

thinking
she'll be of use to me.

But she is such
a bright little creature.

And her mother was
a good friend of mine.

I promised the little thing
she could stay with us.

I'm not about to
break my promise.

She can do
house chores.

She doesn't cross the threshold
of the household.

I've been waiting to settle a score
with that one for a while.

You have any trouble,
ask for Nellie the Whip.

Thank you

I am grateful
for all your help.

Get up! Git!
Yeah!

Um, Hepzibah won't
let you do any house chores,

but she's agreed you can
help out in the stables, though.

Violetta will show you
the barn out back.

Please tell her
I�m very good at washing dishes,

but I'm resigned to fit
into a household any way I can.

What a splendid property!

Hurry up, Anne!

I'm just so excited to imagine
I can stay for a little while.

The stables are
this way.

A brook!

Brooks are such cheerful things,
aren't they?

Always laughing,
even in winter under the ice.

Can't you ever quit
being so phony?

Trashcan Anne,
that's what I'm going to call you...

because
you're garbage.

I wouldn't give myself such airs
in the presence of a true aristocrat,

myself being the progeny
of royal Irish blood.

The only royal blood
you'll ever have

is with my fist
at the end of your nose.

You're a con,
just like your father.

Oh, you're so queenly.

The test of a true noble is
having such a high instep,

a stream of water could run
right underneath it.

I don't believe anybody has that,
least of all, you.

My family are descendants
of the warrior monarch

Queen Maeve...

who led the Celts
into battle riding bareback...

by moonlight.

See?

Queen Maeve sounds more like
a witch than a queen.

Besides, you couldn't
ride by moonlight,

let alone mount a horse,
could you?

You just watch.
I have a way with equines.

Who do you think
you are?

This is foolish!

You can't blame me
if you get yourself killed!

I shall prove you a liar
or perish!

Giddyap!

Anne!

Oh, Mother,
she's out of control!

Hepzibah!

it's Anne!

Anne!

Whoa! Whoa, whoa!

- Hold on!
- Charles, what the devil is going on?

Charles, Charles,
don't you have any control?

Well, where are the grooms?
Where is the stable boy?

Stop! Stop, stop!
Who was that?

Whose horse is that?

Stop this carriage
at once!

Stop! Stop! Stop!
Stop, please!

I'm going to lose
my lunch.

Oaf!
Louisa!

If this is your manner of appreciation
for my munificence,

you can pack your bags
and go!

- Now, don't excite yourself.
- Of course I'm going to excite myself.

How long
can a day go on,

searching hither
and yon for relatives

as giddy as cats
out of a bag?

And then to come home to
this mania in my front yard--

Horses tearing up
my garden...

and you, driving
my only son to drink

with as much upheaval,
I'm sure.

Mother, I'm sorry,
but, please--

And don't you think
for one minute

that the gang of you can worm your way
in here like I am a doormat...

to take advantage of
a mother's broken heart.

Mrs. Thomas!
Oh, Mrs. Thomas!

Please, don't think
I'm lacking in sympathy.

Louisa is neither a worm,
nor you a doormat.

What?

Are you rumpled
in the head, child?

I may be rumpled in spirit,
but not in the head, Mrs. Thomas.

Louisa and her children
came here grieving

for a father
and a husband.

The least you can do is
offer some pity.

- They've nowhere to go, either.
- Well, who are you?

Anne Shirley, ma'am.

I should know better
than to speak out,

- but they're in just as much anguish as you.
- All right, all right.

No need to get yourself
in such a state on our account.

Oh, but there is need.

Imagine you were an orphan
with nowhere to go

and you come to a place
like this,

hoping an important
person like yourself

might grant you
a chance.

All right, listen.
I know tomfoolery when I see it.

Stand up, for goodness� sake.
Enough of this begging business.

And don't cast my prominence
up at me, either.

It's been an extremely
difficult day,

and I have a right
to say what is on my mind.

Of course
Louisa can stay.

Oh, thank you,
Mrs. Thomas.

"Withhold not my heart
from any joy."

Ecclesiastes
chapter 2, verse 10.

Yes, I know.
Stand up, dear.

And stop with
the biblical authority.

Any child who can act
like a pagan one minute

and quote
the Old Testament the next,

well, it just
turns my stomach.

This is such a dissolute age,
Louisa, don't you think?

Hepzibah, come here.

Why are not my grandchildren
settled in for goodness' sakes?

Don't ogle me
like that!

I just can't bear
that my housekeeper is so incompetent.

How do I tolerate you?

You're a walking disaster.

You're never prepared
for anything.

I have to do
everything myself.

You boys are good at
getting her to laugh.

Go!

Anne, thank you.

I could have made it more flowery
if I had time to think it through.

I wish she wasn't
so inhospitable.

Well, she needs us
as much as we need a place to stay.

I hope someone will
always need me.

We've got to
get you a bath

if we are ever gonna
persuade Hepzibah

to give you
a place indoors.

You're the disaster.

- Let me go!
- I've just had enough of your

caterwauling
and your shenanigans.

- I can do it myself!
- You know what to do, ladies.

- Get her in there.
- No!

No!

No!

- It's freezing!
- You just behave yourself!

Louisa, you have
some queer ideas.

Her poor mother was
a gifted teacher,

and-- and so the child
is incredibly bright.

I-I thought that maybe she could
help the children with their studies

since they've missed
so much school this year.

Louisa, you are
so irresponsible.

I refuse to be
taught by a stray.

I felt some responsibility
to her mother.

Anne is well-read
and has a heart of gold.

She's very odd,
if you ask me.

I just-- I don't have it in me
to send her to another asylum.

You have a head and a heart
as soft as my son�s.

I think I'll check and see
if a local family needs some help.

I can tutor the boys,
Grandmother.

Your life is to be elevated
above that of your parents.

A girl's education begins
with the proper governess.

I have found one,
she will be here right away.

She will provide
a firm hand.

It will make all the difference
in the world to you.

And now,
if you don't mind,

I've had enough.

Goodnight.

My life will never be
the same again.

Someone left a pitcher of lemonade
for the hired help.

Want some?

Sure.
Go get me some.

Please wait here.

Mrs. Thomas will
see you now.

What are you doing
in here?

I was just looking at
those crows up there.

You come back in here again
and those crows'll pick your eyes out.

Go on,
get out of here!

All right, you can
close your notebooks now.

Your grandmother wants to see
all three of you for lunch,

so, you can break now
while I mark your notebooks.

- That question was so hard.
- I know.

That math quiz
was so hard.

- What was the answer?
- I don't understand...

There.

Go put this back
in the key cupboard in the kitchen,

then come help
with the pond well.

They are missing
as sure as the day is long,

and I caught her loitering
in the summer kitchen.

Anne, did you notice
a set of keys lying anywhere?

Yes, I put away the stable keys
in the cupboard, oh, an hour ago.

What business was it of yours?
You don't meddle with my keys.

I did exactly
as Mr. McAdams told me.

He said, "Put away
the stable keys in the cupboard

"and come and help me at the pond.",
which I did dutifully.

Only...

What, Anne? Only what?

Only she likely mixed up
the stable keys with the missing keys

and can't remember
where she put them.

Or worse than that,
she stole them.

Didn't you just steal them,
you little sneak?!

Hepzibah, stop it!

Anne, did you touch
any other set of keys?

Believe me, it's as if I was
being led to the block for it,

only I'm not certain
what the block is.

I never touched
any other keys.

Only the stable keys.

I will not allow that child
to sleep in the house

until she finds
the upstairs keys.

She can sleep in the barn
until she rots...

or else returns
the upstairs keys.

There's something else, Anne.
What is it?

Nothing.

Ready to tell me what happened
to the missing keys?

Yes.

That's preposterous,
Mrs. Thomas.

I'm to be accused
by a mischievous child

who's never had
a proper upbringing?

Well,
she's getting one now.

This goes beyond
a mere scolding, ma'am.

Louisa...

the child is a liar.

I speak the truth,

because to be
unjustly accused

is an assault
on my good name.

My heart
may be broken

by one consolation

is that one day you'll feel remorse
for having crushed it!

I'm setting my hand
to the plow, Louisa.

The child will go to
that home in Fredericton.

You're
a heartless woman.

I'm sure your own poor son
was driven to drink

by you
pushing him away.

No, she did that.

Hepzibah,
pack the child's bags.

I did my best, dear,

but working in the lumber yard will be
much better than a foundling home.

Goodbye,
dear friend.

I don't believe God himself
could do any better

in the face of such
an obstinate person.

Hello?

Who is it?

You might, at least, have woken me up
instead of breaking in.

A real estate agent from Avonlea was
running around town telling people that...

she caught you
talking to yourself in the yard.

Real estate agents
have no diplomacy.

I thought that was
a good sign...

that maybe you had made
some major revisions.

You got something here.

You finish
by next week...

and I'll have time
to do a cast read-through.

What got you going again?

A letter...

from my father.

Made me take the play
in a different direction.

Father?
Always thought you were a stray.

You would never get
what the place is worth anyway.

Forty years
may have passed,

but your letter finally arrived
into my hand a week ago.

I'm hoping that your
return address is still valid.

I don't know if you've ever
come across my work,

but I'm a well-published author
and, recently, an aspiring playwright.

I still publish under
my maiden name Anne Shirley,

even though I'm a widow.

- Hi.
- I have two wonderful daughters

who are all grown up
with families of their own,

and also an adopted son,
who's still overseas.

It's never been easy...

for me to put into words
my feelings about you.

My memory of you
has been somewhat

rekindled in a play
I'm currently working on.

I hope that we can arrange
to finally meet...

and that this letter
actually gets to you.

I suppose
it's up to fate again.

Your loving Anne.

In time, the Thomases
forgot about me completely.

My fear of being
sent to an orphanage

was replaced by the hardship
of trying to survive in a lumber mill.

with people who couldn't have
cared less about me.

Katie...

I miss you.

I don't believe
I'm long for this world.

Oh, I pray I'll see you
at the next.

Mrs. Thomas was feared and disliked
by all of her workers.

I suppose it was her stubbornness
that frustrated people most.

Fortunately,
I couldn't see

how closely our lives
would be tied together.

Keep it open!

I can't fill my orders
because they're working slow,

a lot of bickering
amongst the men.

And an uproar
has been brewing.

They're threatening to go on strike
because of unsafe conditions.

Hurry, it's still on the tree.
Come on, let's go.

You ready? Go!

- Who was it?
- Hey!

- What happened?
- Over here!

You folks think
you can terrorize management?

Turn off the plume water!

Close the gate!

What's wrong?

A bunch of damned troublemakers
trying to tamper with the chutes,

saying they're unsafe.

Then the two guilty ruffians
are caught under it.

Quick, move!

Careful.

- Get up!
- Help, I'm under here!

- Boo! Boo!
- It's all your fault!

Hey, kid, come here!
We need you to climb in here.

This guy's still moving.
Come here.

Come on.

You're little,
you can get in there.

There you go.

Get down.
Go on, there.

Can you reach him?

- Hey, come on, bud. Move that.
- Can you-- Can you lift up the beam?

Pull! Pull!

Give us his arm.

Good job, kid.

We need you over here.
Yeah, get him in there. Okay.

My god, come on!

That's it!
Hurry! Hurry!

Hey!

Come on!
Get her on here!

That man you rescued...

that was
Walter Shirley, girl.

I know.

You saw his arm
was badly mangled,

but he's safe.

Our men got him away.

I'm taking you
to the workers cottage

near the cider mill.

You'll be safe there.

No, no, no, no,
I don't think so.

Shh! Quiet!
What about the girl?

We can't afford
to have her go to the police.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

I don't understand.

I can't make out
what you're saying.

You were fools, bringing in
the union organizers to help you.

- What do you know?
- What about the girl?

We don't know
what she knows,

or who she's talked to.
- Shush! That's enough now.

You want
some breakfast?

What's your name?

Cordelia.

Don't be shy,
have a seat.

You can stay
and pick up apples.

We're here until September,
and then we move on to Maine.

Penny a bushel, and there's
lots of kids here to help, all right?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Let's go.

Nellie Parkhurst says
we're to look after that one.

Okay.

Good work, Anne.
The last one's empty.

Anne!

Oh, Anne!

I wondered if we'd ever be able to
find you after all these weeks, Anne.

This is my friend, Peter,
from the smithy.

Peter knew all about
you working here now.

Mother was so concerned
when you disappeared.

- Oh, please come. We're desperate.
- What's wrong, Violetta?

That stupid cat
attacked Bridgewater.

She was up to something
in the attic,

going through
old papers.

She claimed she was working
on a history of the county,

but no one believes her.

Grandmother fired her
on the spot.

Then Hepzibah ordered me
to put the vile thing outside

for a few minutes,
just to calm everyone down.

But the stupid cat has been
gone now for two days.

Mother's terrified we'll be
thrown out forever

because we lost
her contemptible cat.

That woman took the keys
because she came for something.

Mother insisted to Grandmother
that you weren't lying...

and that your suspicions
about Bridgewater were true.

Grandmother says you can come back
and speak your mind if you'd like.

Why would she believe
anything I had to say?

Well, she will now that the governess
was found upstairs in the attic.

This way. Come on.

No.
I don't think so.

Violetta!
Let's go back!

I know this is
the wrong way, Violetta!

I feel as if there are
faces watching us...

white things
behind the trees.

It's all in your
imagination, Anne.

Hepzibah always goes
on and on about phantoms

that kidnap little children
that no one cares about.

I'd be the first
to qualify.

It's this way.

- I know this road.
- No.

Nellie! Help us!

Get me out!

Get me out!

The trap's set so
the police don't get too close.

My friends'll
get the girl loose.

Come on in.
This is our meeting place.

The gristmill's been
abandoned for years.

No one even knows
I live here.

The Thomases's
imperial kitty.

This the feline
what you're looking for?

Here.

Don't dally
at the Thomases'.

Go back to the workers' cottage
at the cider mill.

What's she doing here?

You'll be
plenty safe there.

Go on, now. Go!

There's worse things in store
for the Thomases than missing cats.

This correspondence was
in the old lady's files.

Her husband knew full well he was lumbering
on Crown land for decades,

without any deed
or timber rights.

Somebody should put a stop
to the whole operation.

Or have another company take over
the business for us completely.

This town would be better off
if she sold out.

Thank you,
Mrs. Bridgewater.

The workers are tense
and have been quelled by the police,

but a young man was killed
and another, seriously injured, ma'am.

Why would anyone go to such lengths
to ruin our business?

Marysville was built
on the bricks and mortar

of my husband's
goodwill.

But some people feel
it's not a woman's place

to operate
so many businesses.

That's what I pay you for,
Jeremiah...

to be effective, too.

But the death of that boy
would be difficult to reverse

in the workers' minds.

We are not going to
unionize, Jeremiah.

Please.

Now, you return with more
solutions than problems, hmm?

Anne, you're back!

Well, where did you
find the cat?

We thought you'd been roasted
on the spit by bandits, or something.

Who was that woman
who picked you up?

- They didn't hurt you, did they?
- I'm fine.

They are only vagrants
who live in the forest.

Vagrants?

Well, I never expected to extend
such a note of gratitude

to such a saucy girl.

They want you to stay.

Come, my darling.
Yes, my precious.

I'm pleased to have returned
your dear Blue Eyes to you.

But Violetta said you were
taken hostage by armed robbers.

Not exactly.
I did see something there.

I saw Bridgewater at a meeting
place with an unruly gang.

- What were they doing?
- I couldn't tell,

but they looked like
they were discussing some papers.

Who took you there?

Nellie Parkhurst.

She found us,
then she'd found the cat.

What a strange
coincidence.

Well, if Bridgewater
has taken anything,

we'll just simply have to
tighten the reins in the future.

Did a horse
run away or something?

Grandmother sacked Bridgewater
for nosing around the attic.

And she's now admitted
you were right, Anne.

She seems
terribly rattled.

Bridgewater came here
with a purpose,

because grandmother hired her
based on a recommendation from a bank.

Don't be so dramatic,
Violetta.

I'm sure nothing
will come of this.

Why are you crying?

I'm just so elated...

to have your mother
stick up for me so I can stay.

I take back those things
I said about you, Anne.

Mother says even your father
has turned out to be a prince.

She says he's written to her
on occasion, asking about you.

Have you not heard
from him?

Certainly.

And I pray all the time
we'll be together again someday.

This is so dull.

Don't you have
anything better than books

that are
a hundred years old?

This poem is
sheer romance.

It's ridiculous.

You got away with
making everyone think

you're so much smarter
then we are,

just because you have a knack
for fifty-cent words.

I plan to teach
one day,

and I regard you three
as my personal experiment.

Settle down!
This is outrageous!

Wait 'til I tell
your grandmother!

If you want to fight about it,
I have a better idea.

On you go, Jock.

What's your point, Anne.

A soldier dies and someone
writes a poem about it.

The only way you'll ever
understand romantic verse

is to live
and breathe it.

"Bingen on the Rhine"
is an illustrious poem

you need to learn
to relish.

It's the type of masterpiece
that gives you

a crinkly feeling
up and down your back.

A soldier of the Legion
lay dying in Algiers.

You look really good...
dead, Jock.

I get all three
of your desserts tonight

- for doing this.
- Lie down!

You're supposed to be
on your last breath.

Now, everyone,
push him off.

"The dying soldier faltered,

"as he took
his comrade's hand.

"'I shall never see
my native soil.'"

Lie down, Jock!

"'Send me back
to my native land.

"'Take a message
to some distant friends of mine.'"

"'For I was born
at Bingen,

"'Bingen on the Rhine.'"

- Help! Help!
- That blessed raft is falling apart!

We have to do something!

- Help! Help!
- Oh, snap out of it!

We'll get help
at the mill.

Help! Help!

Help! Please!

My brother, he's on a raft!
He can't swim!

His raft is sinking!
It's sinking!

Help me, please!

- What'd they say?
- Come on!

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Help!

Courageous, son!
I almost got ya!

Help!

Hang on!
I'm almost there!

There.
I got ya.

Hey, somebody
give me a hand over here.

Well, my grandson
owes you his life.

You saved the Thomases
from extinction.

Well, I guess the name stays up
over the door, Mrs. Thomas.

Yes. It'd take
more than a mere accident

to remove our name.

Or a handful
of disgruntled employees.

Good day, men.

Words cannot express
our gratitude.

Forgive us.

Forgive me for causing
such a disaster.

An angel must has been
watching over all of us.

Thanks, mister.

Mrs. Thomas.

It'd be more prudent of you to listen
to their concerns from time to time,

rather than just the sound
of your own voice.

The day I heed
your advice, Louisa,

is the day
you'll not need mine.

Violetta,
take the boys to them.

Now, take these.

Hasn't Grandmother become
a splendid creature recently?

She's even allowed mother to study
for a teaching degree by mail.

I feel this marks an epoch
in my life, Violetta.

Four months ago I was wishing
I'd never been born.

Now I wouldn't trade places
with an angel.

The best part of all
is coming here again.

I'm just so happy

your grandmother
finally understands

that I'm a human being.

Hey, I'm just glad your grandmother
finally understands I'm a human being.

I'm just so happy.

There's
no darkness anymore...

only light.

Thank you, everyone.
Take five.

It's all right.

Dialogue needs
a little cutting.

Back to work.

Morning.

Hey, Mack!

Anything from
New Brunswick?

Paris, France.

Please.

I'm begging you
to come, Diana.

Well, I'm shaking,
that's why.

I'm holding a letter from Dominic.
He's coming home.

He's-- Because
he's getting married.

Yes, both of my girls
are coming.

I know.

Oh, please come,
and-and bring everybody.

Well, I-I'm exhausted.
And exhilarated.

Gene's previewing the play
in New Jersey.

And if it's
any success at all,

I-I'm going to use the royalties
to renovate Green Gables.

Come on, everyone!
Taxis are leaving, let's go!

Oh, honey,
I have to go.

I love you, too.
Bye-bye.

Fifteen minutes
'til the ferry leaves.

Let me help you
with that.

Bravo, Anne!

- Come on.
- No, no, no.

- Where? Where are we going?
- Come on.

- No. No. No.
- Curtain call is for you. Come on.

- No, I'm not going. No!
- They're applauding for you.

Come on.

Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo!

Dearest Father...

I received the note
from your housekeeper,

saying that she'd
given you my latest letter,

and that a reply from you
would be forthcoming.

I am anxious
to hear from you.

Your daughter, Anne.

Anne?

The box office
in New Jersey

surpassed everybody's expectations.

Congratulations.

Well, what if we get
a shot at Broadway?

- Broadway? Who needs Broadway?
- Uh-huh.

Be happy we got at
the New Jersey. No.

Well, my feet are
firmly planted right here.

I wouldn't leave Summer Theatre
if you paid me.

What is it?

I don't know.

Everything's in its right place,
Dominic's getting married,

I finally managed
to put something down

on paper
that was worthwhile.

But I feel empty.

Why?

I've never
heard from him again.

And I've written him
several times now.

What happened with your father
that you were so reluctant to talk about?

I don't know.

Aren't you supposed to
check my spelling?

Of course I will.

Jock, you're supposed to write
the words out three times each.

Sorry.
It's more boring than algebra.

Boys, get to work.
Here she comes.

Children!

Time for a break.

I'm so pleased with all the progress
you've been making with your studies.

You're all to be
commanded.

We could be even more
model children

if we were allowed
to dine outside everyday.

Hmm. And to think that
I thought that Louisa was a nitwit

for arriving on my doorstep
with a stray child.

I was wrong.

We're all very grateful
for your hospitality, Mrs. Thomas.

- Excuse me, Mrs. Thomas?
- Mm-hmm?

Sorry to interrupt,
but I need to speak with you.

You speak.

Violetta, go and help Hepzibah
put the chicken salad on the plate,

so it doesn't spoil while we wait
for Grandmother to come back.

Why do I always
have to do this?

The boys never
have to do anything.

Boys, help clear up the dishes.

Careful.

Come.

I'm safe and doing
so much better.

Nelly Parkhurst is
helping me

get organized
to come back to Marysville.

I want you to do
everything she asks.

It won't be long before
I can come back for you, too.

Your loving father...

Walter.

How?

Well, last fall,
in St. John...

I went to rate
the teachers board exam...

and he was just
out of the hospital

and he saw me on the street
and called out to me.

And we've been corresponding
ever since.

You vowed you'd have
nothing more to do with him.

I misjudged him, Anne.

Your father is a good man,
much reformed.

He's involved
with this company...

New Hampshire
Timber and Plank.

They're going to help
Grandmother.

And he's going to help
all the workers keep their jobs...

or get new ones
if the mills are sold.

Does Mrs. Thomas know?

The banks are behind it.
They want her to sell.

It sounds
so insidious.

Grandmother's never cared much
for anyone but herself.

She only values people who are
of service to her or amuse her.

Your enthusiasm
is a tonic, Anne.

You can influence her.

To do what?

To sell...

retire...

and leave Marysville.

The price drop put an end
to shipping to States.

The cotton mill will simply
drag down the other mills.

If-If you don't shut down
the cotton mill immediately,

we can't pay the mortgage
to the Abbey Bank on the other mills.

I'm just concerned about the bank.
They're pushing you to sell out.

We have to help her make the right
decision for everyone, including us,

if we are ever
going to leave here.

You can convince her
to retire.

Everyone, I have come to
a very important decision.

Now, I have decided
to host a picnic

next week for the town
and some very important visitors.

A picnic!

Oh, this can't be real!

I'm so excited,
I could faint.

I'd love to be
able to really faint.

It's so romantic!

Uh, Violetta, will you wear that new dress
with the apple sleeves to the picnic?

Mrs. Thomas,
are you sure

the weather will be good
for the picnic next week?

If anything ever happened,
it would be a lifelong sorrow for everyone.

The whole town will be beside themselves
if they're half as fluttered as me.

You know,
someday I'd like to...

to retire!

But looking forward to things
is half the pleasure of them.

Don't you think?

Will you have boats
and ice cream?

Oh, ice cream is one of those treats
that sounds sublime,

even though
I've never truly had it.

Anne Shirley,
what mental anguish has

consumed you? Now, you have
prattled on for five minutes.

Would you hold your tongue
for at least that equal amount of time?

We will be serving
ice cream...

with ladyfingers.

Anne, you and Violetta
will work with Hepzibah

and select
the luncheon menu.

The boys will be
in charge of the decorations.

There will be
buntings and flags.

Louisa, I need you to
look into the invitations.

I've had several callers
from the Abbey bank.

I think you need to
contact them.

This will be a celebration
the town will never forget.

And it will certainly bolster
assurance about Thomas mills.

I'm very sorry, sir.
There you go.

It's terrible,
what they're doing.

Get downstairs, child,
and help with the party things.

I don't care for children
who don't know how to work.

Yes, ma'am.

Just put it over there.

This is the last tea service
to be polished.

Oh, I'm happy to go
see what she'd like.

Uh, just a minute!

Take off that apron.

Come on, quickly, hurry up.
She's waiting for you.

You don't see Mrs. Thomas
with an apron on.

Now, put it
over the chair.

All right.
All right, quickly! Off you go!

Mmm, fetch me-- fetch me
some whiskey, quickly. Over there.

Oh, I'm having such a...
such a fright.

- I'll fetch a doctor. Louisa! Hepzibah!
- No! No, no!

No doctor. No doctor.
Now, listen now.

You tell no one
about this.

Now...

I want you to swear...

that you will tell no one

about this, no one.

It's quite wicked
to swear.

It's not wicked
to swear

if you do it in aid
of someone you care about.

Mrs. Thomas,
I knew you liked me, but...

I never presumed
you cared about me.

- Well...
- Oh, I do swear.

I swear to never reveal
this moment to a soul.

Thank you.

On pain of death,
I remain your loyal confidante.

Good.

Now, you run and you finish
with Hepzibah in the kitchen...

No, come back.

All right.
I feel better now.

Go ahead.

It'll be so exciting to sit at the table
and serve tea for all the important guests,

- don't you think so, Hepzibah?
- Hmm.

You won't have
such a high opinion of it

when you'll have served
as many as I have...

or lived as long.

Violetta?

Off you go,
your mother's calling you.

What would you
like me to do next?

I've got it all organized
for you, Anne.

Don't think you can
fool yourself into thinking

you've got the missus
all sewed up.

What do you mean?

You're no better than
the child of a common swindler.

- How dare you?
- How dare you

try your wheedling ways
on Mrs. Thomas?

It'll crush her
when she discovers the truth...

that your father is
a union instigator...

known to the police.

And him
in touch with you.

It'll get out.

Things always get out
in Marysville.

You're just
full of original sin.

You're not fit
to call this house your home.

Come in.

She's a tartar,
that Hepzibah.

Women born to scrub floors
shouldn't take such mean advantage.

Got Mr. Jeremiah Land, the manager,
to fire me at the mill,

'cause she wanted to wiggle her nephew
into my delivery job.

I got the mail contract
your dad bungled instead

with my swift team of horses.

She said I was
full of original sin.

You've got a knack
for trouble...

and it ain't easy being different,
I'll give you that.

Look at me.

Lost my baby
and my husband years ago.

Can't cry about it now.

Don't miss
belonging to someone?

I belong to
the community here.

The town's my family.

Except for Mrs. Thomas.
She's a stubborn fool.

She isn't half the monster
people think she is.

People stick by
each other here.

It's a fine community.

A union could force her to sell to someone
bigger and stronger before she goes past.

Controlling things
in her way...

destroyed a lot
of what was good here.

She'd like to see
the town finally fail.

No, she wouldn't.
She's in dire straits.

The bank is forcing--

I don't know much
about banks.

Weather's turned.

This town is a good place
to belong to.

You could settle down with your pa
and live a long life here.

Despite all the money...

the Thomases
never been very decent.

Thank you.

Please tell my father
I'm in kind and caring hands, and...

not to worry about me.

Why did you
run away like that?

I was worried.

I was afraid...

Of me?

I was frightened...

maybe you'd change your mind
about me staying.

Why?

Well, I'm such
an unlucky girl,

always getting myself into scrapes
and getting my friends--

people who I'd shed
my life's blood for--

into them, too.

You certainly said something
that made Hepzibah very cross.

What was it?

I was wrong
to run away, Mrs. Thomas.

You are a true
kindred spirit.

- A what?
- A kindred spirit,

someone you can rely on
right to your innermost soul.

Go back to sleep.

It's unfortunate that economic
circumstances have forced

the closure of our
prized cotton mill.

Lumber and cider are resilient
businesses with a bright future.

I wanted to take this afternoon
to thank so many of you...

uh, who have been dedicated
to the Thomas mills

and to helping me
personally during

this time at filling
my husband's shoes.

Thank you.

Hmm.

I'd be very pleased to meet
each of you if you'll be kind enough

to join me for tea
in the garden.

- Thank you for coming.
- It's so nice to see you.

Excuse me, Mrs. Thomas.

The banks
asked a guest.

Let's put
our best foot forward.

Well,
speak for yourself.

Mr. Land looks like he's being
led to the gallows, Mrs. Thomas.

It's all in his head.

He's intimidated
by bankers.

I don't see the use
of meeting trouble halfway.

I'm not here
to entertain bullies.

Mrs. Thomas,
you know Mr.Granger.

Yes, Mr. Granger.

- Mrs. Thomas. Thank you.
- Welcome.

This is Alan Laing
of New Hampshire Timber and Plank.

- Oh, yes, Mr. Laing.
- Thanks for having me.

I'm so pleased to see such
an enthusiastic throng, Mrs. Thomas...

with all the rumblings.

Well, you can only believe
half of what you do see...

and none
of what you hear.

The Abbey Bank has
a vested interest

in union talk,
as I perceive it.

Well, the bank has to address
financial burden head on, Mrs. Thomas.

We're concerned your
mortgage payments have lapsed.

Is this the correct way
to balance a cup?

I'm afraid I'm not well-versed
in a rules of etiquette.

Anne!

Is there
a quiet spot?

Louisa has told me how much help you've been
at softening up Mrs. Thomas.

I can't speak
for long.

But if this deal
comes through,

many men can
keep their jobs...

and the town
will carry on.

I intend to do
very well out of it.

I found this in the pocket
of Anne's apron yesterday.

And there they are
over there, look.

I can't believe the Thomases.

They can't make me take fight
between you and Mrs. Thomas.

Whatever it takes,
do it.

I will do it.

Hepzibah!

Thank you very much.

Come with me,
Jeremiah.

Of all the cunning
and manipulative tricks,

to use a child
as a go-between

and have the audacity to do it
on the front lawn of my own home?

- You're being too guarded.
- Am I?

They certainly had
the inside track

on all of our discussions,
didn't they, Jeremiah?

What did you
tell them?

Nothing...

except listen to an excellent
offer for some timber rights

that could virtually
solve all of our issues.

Jeremiah, you have worked
with me for 15 years

and we've never had
a crossed word, is that correct?

So, I'm going to give you
the benefit of the doubt.

But you listen
to me fully now.

As I stand here...

I will close all of my mills
before I will sell

or even toss one morsel to those
vultures, do you understand me?

I understand.

Well, good.

Gentlemen,
have you tried the buffet yet?

Mr. Laing.

A drink, perhaps?
You, Mr. Granger?

You just never have
anything more to do with him.

All right,
off you go.

Yes?

Hepzibah explained to me how
those people wanted to use me.

Stars in their courses
fight against me.

But if you must be cross
with anyone...

be cross with me.

Don't fret, dear.

I'm sure everything will
turn out all right in the end.

What if you're forced
to give it all away to the bank?

No one's ever forced me to do anything--
it's not in my nature.

I'm used to having people
cross at me,

but Hepzibah said such
merciless things that night.

I ran away
to Nellie's...

to talk to her about
everything I'd found out.

You are so heedless
and impulsive.

I was terrified
you'd throw me out

if you found out
about my father...

- You have to believe me, because I--
- You never stop to think.

Anything that-- that pops into
your mind, you leap on it,

don't give it
one minute's reflection.

I know, I'm culpable,

but imagine the horror
of finding out

what my father's
been involved in.

An iron entered my soul
at that very moment.

Hepzibah made me feel like
a worthless traitor.

I would never go
against you.

Come.

Grownups can take advantage
of a child's innocent heart...

even this father
of yours.

You mustn't trust
everyone all the time.

You have a new home
here, now.

I know that Louisa
wants you to stay with us.

Oh, say it again,
say it again!

It's a ray of hope
in the path of darkness.

And I want you
to stay, too.

Amelia Thomas is
reckless not to sell.

This company can build a community
in a way she isn't capable of.

You fault her
for her determination.

This opportunity will
never happen again.

Please, Hepzibah,

just speak to her to at least
prolong discussions with them.

I have just one retort
for the lot of you.

Judas priests.

Anne, step outside with me
for just a moment, dear.

Now, I need to know where
the rabble-rousers that you saw meet.

Show me. Show me!

I expect you to vacate
my home immediately.

I didn't expect
to remain.

I only hoped that you'd seize this
opportunity to put your stubborn pride

aside from what-
- You are a pathetic judge of human nature.

I will survive.

I will get a job as a teacher
and I will support my family.

And I'm taking Anne.

Aren't you packing,
Anne?

Just gazing
at the lawn.

I will be haunted by the fact
of leaving here, for ever and ever.

- Anne!
- Louisa!

Over here.

- Your pa is in a spot, Anne.
- What's wrong?

He's in serious trouble
with the company.

They've thrown him in jail
for trying to double-cross the bank.

But he was
to help us leave!

I can take you
to St. John.

This is a very typical
kind of demand, Mrs. Thomas.

The foreclosure is
merely a bank tactic.

We can still try to close the deal
with New Hampshire Timber.

But I need to see
the deeds.

It isn't true what they imply
about land rights?

We have been chopping down
trees on Crown property

with no land rights
for 20 years.

There is nothing to sell,
Jeremiah.

Th-The company
has nothing?

That's just not possible.

Hmm.

My husband was too clever
for his own good.

Mrs. Thomas!

Mrs. Thomas!

Mrs. Thomas!

Mrs. Thomas, I'm not leaving.
I give you my word.

All right, my dear.
Come on, now.

You go back inside.
Come on.

- I want to stay with you.
- I know you do, and it's all right.

There's nothing more
we can do.

You just have to pray.

- I don't know--
- And listen, no more tears.

No more tears.
Promise me.

- Let me go with you.
- Promise me no more tears.

- I promise, Mrs. Thomas.
- Go on, sweetheart. Go on.

Go on.
It's all right.

Louisa!
Louisa, come quickly!

What's wrong?

Oh, my dear Lord.

She headed into town
after supper.

Mrs. Thomas! Mrs. Thomas!

Some people said it was Mrs. Thomas
who destroyed her own mills.

Others said it started
as an accident...

when a fight broke out
between the workers.

In any case, the bank moved in
and took over the businesses.

Eventually...

they gave up
on Marysville.

I couldn't understand
what I'd done wrong.

But it was clear that

those people had
no further use for me.

Louisa's loyalty
to my mother...

evaporated.

Mrs. Thomas!

Mrs. Thomas,
I want to stay!

Please let me stay!

Jock, hurry up!

Hurry, come on!
Run, children, run!

Faster!
Jock, hurry!

Come on, come on.
Everyone has their bags?

The bank had taken
everything...

and left her on the hook
for all of the Thomas debt.

Thinking back...

I imagine Louisa spending
the rest of her life running.

Despite what my father had said
in letters he'd sent through Nelly,

I soon realized that
neither one of them...

had any desire
to keep me.

Open your hand.

Look at that long lifeline
in that palm of yours.

I declare you'll become
a great lady one day.

Your open heart will allow you
to float equally among everyone.

I'm no good for you.
You need a family.

You need to be brought up
by hand proper.

The Hammonds are
my friends.

They'll keep you
'til your pa lands on his feet.

You'd be wise not to tell amyone
he's behind bars.

I have so little prospect of finding
kindred spirits in my life.

Hey, Pete!

I got the girl that
I was telling you about.

Well, don't look at me.
You gotta take her inside.

Hey, how are you
doing there?

I'm all right.
What's this?

Whoa.

- This is the girl I told you about.
- All right.

Take a look at her.

Well, she can help
around the house.

Come here.
Let's have a look at you.

She's a good worker.

All right, well, get in there
and put your stuff in the house.

I was handy
with children...

and Mrs. Hammond
had eight of them.

- I want you to take this cat.
- Oh, no, no, no, no.

Put it back.
Just put that back.

Good God almighty,
I got young'uns.

I can't be taking
a cat like that.

It's okay. See you.

I'm sure
Mrs. Thomas's cat...

found better
prospects than I had.

All right, I'll let you know
if she works out.

Katie...

it's been a while.

At least
we still have each other.

If I hadn't lost myself
in the beauty of Mrs. Thomas's world...

But I so love
beautiful things.

I'm sure I couldn't live here
if I hadn't any imagination.

Dear Father, I appreciate
the letters from your housekeeper,

but I've yet to hear
a reply from you.

If you've changed your mind
about wanting to communicate with me,

at least
let me know that.

Sincerely, your
loving daughter, Anne.

I've just received your address
from your father's next of kin.

He only just passed away
in his 82nd year.

If you'd care to pay
your respects, uh,

you may contact me
at the above address.

Your father was a man who was
a pioneer in our community,

which enjoyed the results
of his strong entrepreneurial efforts.

You may or may not know he is
predeceased by his wife Louisa.

He had a housekeeper
looking in on him...

in the home he'd lived in
for several decades.

He was a chipper,
good-looking old fellow.

Sadly the-- the will
was never updated, uh...

Of course, uh, your father adopted
Louisa Thomas's three children,

uh, Violetta,
Jock, and Keith.

Louisa and your father
also had their own son.

Uh...

However, we've had
no dealings with the man.

When we informed,

uh, the lawyer, Mr. Sproule,
that we'd made contact with you,

we received instructions
that, um, you be the person...

Uh, this way.

...requested to, uh, determine
as to the disposal of the remains.

The next of kin have requested
that they wish to, uh...

protect their privacy.

Hello.

Oh, I'm looking for
78 Old Fort Lane.

It's Walter Shirley's home,
but I d-- I don't see any number here.

A-And-And who
would you be?

I knew the family when I was young.

Oh!

Well, help yourself
to any of that junk that you want.

I-I'm the new owner.

I used to look in on them,
we were great chums.

Well, the wife died,
oh, years ago.

He had a son.

Oh, I never laid eyes on him.
I dealt with a lawyer.

Do you know how I can
get in touch with this lawyer?

Sure, I-I-I got it right here
with-- with the papers for the deed.

- There we go.
- Oh, thank you so much.

Do you mind if I keep
this little book?

Oh! Belongs to you.

Hello.

Um, I wonder if I could
speak with Mr. Sproule.

I'm related
to Mr. Shirley,

who owned the house
just sold on Old Fort Lane.

I'm afraid
that file is closed.

We are no longer retained
to act on behalf of Mr. Shirley.

Well, someone must
act for his estate.

May I speak
with Mr. Sproul?

He's not here,
he's in Boston on business

and he won't be back
for several weeks.

Can you help me contact
Mr. Shirley's son?

We don't do
estate work.

Actually, the executor of the will
has ordered the file closed.

I'm Walter Shirley's
daughter.

I'm looking for my half brother,
Walter's son.

Can you help me,
please?

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Could you please tell me
what this sticker means?

Oh, that. Mm.

Uh, the will's
been probated...

the funds have settled
and the receipt is waiting to be filed.

Who are
the beneficiaries?

Hm. I'm sorry,
that's confidential, ma'am.

I need help.

Walter Shirley was my father
and I'm looking for a brother

that I didn't
even know I had.

I'm not
supposed to do this.

Walter Shirley dependents:
Violetta Phillips.

Uh, beneficiaries:
uh, Violetta Phillips.

This would be
the only beneficiary.

Doesn't look like
there's any son.

Everything goes to Violetta Phillips,
and no son.

Mm.

I appreciate
your efforts.

I'm sorry I couldn't be
of more help.

Mr. and Mrs. Phillips
are not at home, madam.

- Please, will you leave your card?
- I'm a dear, old friend of Violetta's.

I just wanted to leave her a note
for her brothers, there's...

uh, Jock
and Keith, and--

Uh, what's the other one?
Oh, dear.

Do you have
a pen, please?

Who's there?

Hepzibah?

Dear Hepzibah.

I thought we'd never
see each other again.

It�s Anne!

Anne Shirley.

We've never met.

As a child
I came with Louisa.

We stayed with
Mrs. Thomas.

Robert?

What's the problem,
Miss Hepzibah?

You know exactly
who I am.

I want to see
Violetta.

My father's died
and I need to know some things.

You can write to Mr. Phillips
at his downtown office.

- That'd be best.
- Come on!

Didn't care enough about him
to even see to his burial.

You can tell Violetta
I don't give a damn

about his estate
or his money or anything!

- What business have you, ma'am?
- I have a brother, that's my business.

I have a brother.

And I want Violetta Thomas
to tell me where he is!

That's the very least
she could do.

There is no person by the name
of Thomas that lives here.

Or Shirley.

You must have had
the wrong address.

Hello there.

Why did you leave a message
at the hotel for me to come here?

I could have picked you up
at the station.

I just wanted to be alone
a little longer.

I never got the chance
to know him.

You never needed Walter Shirley
to be part of your life.

I never needed you to be
part of my life, either.

Now look at you.

I wonder
if trees sleep.

And if they do...

if they dream.

So...

how does it feel to be
Anne of Green Gables...

rather than Anne
of nowhere in particular?

All I can say
is that...

when I first arrived...

I knew I was home.

Matthew and Marilla
were everything to me.

Ready?
Everybody say "cheese"!

- Cheese!
- That's great! Got it!

Hey enough, you two.

- Behave yourselves.
- Oh, let them burn off steam, Frannie.

All right, Mother.

Children should have high spirits,
don't you think so, Tom?

Ah, well, any occasion for a brother,
Frannie wants to be perfect.

- Aw.
- She's always worried about Avonlea gossip.

They can make as much racket
as they want here.

Enjoy!

They don't stay little
very long.

- Oh, I'd love to have you.
- Nice of you for coming.

- Nice to see you.
- Same here.

They're still
not here yet.

Well, while we're waiting,
why don't you, uh,

introduce me
to all your neighbors?

Sure.

Oh, Rilla, darling,
can you make sure

you and James start
serving the drinks now?

All right, Mom.

Who's that ancient pair over there
that everyone's fussing over?

Oh, that's Hetty King...

and Rachel Lynde
in the wheelchair.

They're over 90
if they're a day.

Rachel doesn't have any use
for theater people.

So, you shouldn't
have to endure that.

Isn't that
Fred and Diana?

They look far too tan and sophisticated
to be from Avonlea.

Well, that's very
green-eyed of you.

- She's my best friend.
- Mm-hmm.

And they've been
hopelessly in love...

for the last 40 years.

You knew
I'd get here.

I'm all right.

Really, Mom.

You're Brigitte.

I am pleased to make
an acquaintance.

Aww.

Oh, I can't wait to hear
all about you and how you two met,

and I want you to meet
my friend Gene.

This is overwhelming.

Dominic, il faut que
tu expliques maintenant.

D'accord.

That guy back there...

He got off
at the whistle stop

and asked the stationmaster
about directions to Green Gables.

He just sort of
followed us here.

He claims
he's your brother.

This is my brother...
Andrew.

- I'm Gene.
- Andrew. Hi.

- Pleased to meet you.
- He's your uncle.

- Dominic.
- Andrew.

And Brigitte.

Hey, everyone, this is
my son's fianc�e Brigitte,

and Andrew,
my brother.

This is Brigitte.

- Oh, hi, Brigitte.
- Brigitte is going to become part of our family.

Me being an orphan,
Mom always made it plain

about wanting to do for me
what the Cuthberts had done for her.

But I had no idea.

Neither did she.

Her life is extraordinary.

- How do you do?
- And the great thing about it...

is that she's
completely unaware of it.

Like Anne.

- Andrew, you, hi.
- Hello.

- I'm Elsie.
- Elsie, hi, nice to meet you.

Come on,
throw it back.

I got it!

Oh, hi,
it's from me.

Your mother just told me
how you were lost as a kid.

And when she found you,
what a roller coaster it was.

I feel the same
about finding her.

- I wish Dad could have been here.
- He is, in spirit.

- Bye!
- Bye!

- Bye!
- Bye, Dom!

Bye!

Everything that's
happened in my life...

the good and the bad...

is more than
I could have ever made up.

I do long to write...

and I'll write
about all of it.

My life has been
unexpected.

Exceptional, really.

Eventually,
the more love a person gives...

the easier
it is to find.

It's the only part
that matters.

Nothing else.

And it's so much nicer
to be Anne of Green Gables...

than to be Anne
of nowhere in particular.