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I don't want any part of it.

Oh, you're a pessimist, you lady bugle.

I'm a realist, Hetty King.

It's defeatist attitudes like your own
that hold us back every time.

Well, if I have a defeatist attitude,
it's because we're always being

Ah, but this year will be different,
mark my words. This year we'll win. Win

what? The regional drama competition.

Oh. Oh, is it that time of year again
already?

Oh, most certainly is.

What's more, it's Avonlea's turn to host
the competition this year.

Another reason we're going to win.

Avonlea hasn't won in 22 years. What
makes you think this year will be any

different? Because, you lay -lay bugle,
it so happens that I have selected the

most perfect melodrama.

Really, it's quite masterful, if I do
say so. Which means you wrote it.

Well, yes.

As a matter of fact, I did.

You want me to be in your play?

I do.

Oh, I'll not forget the last time
Avonlea won the drama competition. It

Muriel Stacey, who performed the leading
role.

22 years ago.

It was like sewing a cross stitch. Once
you know how, you never forget.

Oh, you know how heavy it is, Muriel.

You might as well resign yourself to
being in the play.

Well...

All right.

I'll try my best, but I'm not promising
anything.

Wonderful.

That's done. Now we must begin
preparations at once.

Now, Olivia, you will supervise costumes
as usual, and Rachel Lind will be stage

manager as usual, and you'll be my
assistant as usual.

Kitty, I was wondering... Dr.

Janet, certainly as usual.

As usual.

May I paint sets or something?

I don't want to be an elf again. But
there's no elves this year, Felix.

Who's the director?

Who else?

As usual.

The seductive Ruwe.

Are there any elves in this one? No.

What's a Ruwe?

A Ruwe, well, sort of a rate.

He's a rate to pick up hay.

Well, a Ruwe is a man who...

who thinks only of himself and mistreats
others. I wish I could play the villain

just once.

Think only of myself and mistreat
people.

Far too handsome.

Oh, and you're blind as a bat, woman,
bless you.

Are you going to be prompter again?

Well, I'm only so tired of doing the
same old thing time after time.

Oh, never mind.

What?

Well, I thought it'd be kind of fun to
get on the stage myself.

I didn't think you ever wanted to act.

Act? No.

Just get on the stage.

No, I don't think I could act, really.

Well, I only mention it because there
just happens to be a small role in here.

I think I might be able to play. Wait,
go on.

When?

Yeah, as Molly the milkmaid.

That's absurd.

I think it's a good idea.

Janet's never been on the stage.

Yes, but it's a small part.

There's only three lines.

Who would be Prompto? No, no, no, we
must have a Prompto. I could help with

that.

Thank you, Eliza.

Just what I need.

Prompto's half -blind, nearly deaf.

I heard that.

If you don't want me, Hetty, I won't
insist. I don't mean to be any trouble.

Trouble? There's no trouble. This is
simply your leading man asking for a

favor. Oh, I see.

Oh, since you put it that way, how can I
refuse?

Molly the milkmaid.

Oh.

The Rustico Dramatic Circle will perform
first.

followed by Midfield and Hillsdale on
the first day.

Then Port Galant, Malpec, Carmody, and
Avonlea on the second.

As chairman of the organizing committee,
I must advise you we have a new rule

this year.

No play shall exceed 30 minutes in
length.

What?

Regardless of how restrictive that may
seem to the various authors in question.

Stupid rule.

The contest begins a fortnight from now,
and good luck to you all.

Please, help yourself to the
refreshments in the back.

Isn't this good?

Delicious.

Ah,

sampling the best, I see, Eleanor
McHugh. Oh, is this your cranberry pie?

One taste should tell you.

Delicious.

Of course it is.

Excuse me, Eleanor. This doodle is just
marvelous.

I was wondering, do you use nutmeg and
cinnamon, or is this all spice?

Oh, that is a closely guarded family
secret, I'm afraid.

But I might be persuaded to trade
recipes with you. Oh,

dandy. Oh, Olivia.

Not in your life, was I?

The recipe of King Cranberry Pie has
been a family secret for three

Very well.

I'm quite looking forward to this year's
competition.

As am I.

As am I.

Hetty King, you are an inspiration.

I am?

Well, it must be so depressing to lose
year after year after year.

And yet there you stand, resolute and
proud, in face of certain defeat.

Yes, well, we'll not lose this year.

Oh, I'm sure you'll make a valiant
attempt.

No, I am sure we'll win.

But we have won the competition five
years running.

You have lost 22 times.

But you're still ready to give it your
all.

That is indeed inspiring.

Best prepare for the worst, Eleanor
McHugh, because this time you're going

lose.

Would you care to make a wager on that?

I don't mean gambling, but if I... I
don't mean money.

What then?

If Avonlea wins, I will give you the
recipe for my strudel.

And if Carmody wins, you will give me
the secrets of your cranberry pie.

Done.

Good day, Miss King. Yes.

Mrs. Dale.

My goodness.

No risk, Olivia.

Well, it's Muriel Stacey and my new
play.

Oh, a fortnight from now, we'll be
feasting on Carmody's doodle whilst

Eleanor McHugh, woman, it's humble pie.

I have come to talk to you about Mary.

Felix King and Elbert were... The color
pine green was named after

pine trees. These are supposed to be
pine trees, but that is not pine green.

Change it!

Bert Potts, be careful with those
candles. You want to burn down the hall?

Lady is a boy from Moose. And all the
same charm.

Let's go get some pine green paint.

Mrs. Lynn, is there anything that I can
do? Just watch me and learn.

Archie Gillis, what is that?

They're pigs.

I know that. What's it doing here?

I'm in charge of props.

The play doesn't call for any pigs.

The heroine's a farmer, isn't she? If
she's a farmer, she's got to have pigs.

We don't get to see the pigs. What's
wrong with seeing the pigs?

Francis is a lovely pig.

You wanted something to do?

Help Mr. Gillis out with his prop.

Salmon's from him.

Have you done to your face?

What do you mean?

I'm referring to that ridiculous broom
thing attached to her upper lip.

Don't you think it's rather villainous?

Oh!

Oh, Hedy.

I was thinking that Mary Truesdale would
wear a nice, bright calico. Now, she's

a poor woman, but I think she'd do the
best with what she has. Oh, yes, yes,

it's very nice, Olivia.

Where is Meryl? Oh,

it's not like her to be late. Here she
is.

Oh, finally.

Muriel! Muriel, I really must insist
that in future you be more punctual.

I'm so sorry, Hedy.

But I just received a cablegram from my
sister -in -law.

My brother's been taken out.

Muriel.

Will he be all right?

We don't know.

It's something to do with his heart, and
I really must go and see him.

I suppose you must.

Well, I'll simply have to...

rehearse around you, but when you get
back... Eddie, my brother's moved to

Saskatchewan.

Saskatchewan?

That'll take a week.

So I'm afraid I really can't be in the
play after all. I'm so sorry.

Don't apologize. We'll manage.

Oh, well, give your brother our love.

Thank you. I will.

Thank you.

How terrible.

How inconsiderate.

That brother of hers had to go and have
heart trouble. At least he could have

waited a couple of weeks.

Oh, my.

Oh, my.

Oh, Hattie.

Have a nice cup of tea. It'll make you
feel better.

Nothing will ever make me feel better.

Oh, come now, Hattie. It's not the end
of the world.

It's the end if I have a chance to win
the drama competition.

And the end of the family cranberry pie
recipe, which somebody saw fit to gamble

away. It wasn't a gamble.

Not when we had Muriel Stacy.

Well, I'm sure you can find someone else
to play the role.

Oh, I can't find anyone in the avenue.

Muriel's kind of a... Well, how would
you know? You haven't held auditions for

years.

Yeah, why not try to find somebody else?

What have you got to lose?

What a fool I was to fall for that
smooth -talking cad. He doesn't want me.

never wanted me. He wants my farm. And
because of him, I have

lost the one true love of my...

try it with an accent.

No, no.

Done. Quite enough.

Thank you.

Turn that recipe over to Ellen on the
cue right now. I'll be done with it.

Janet, are you going home?

Oh, I can't listen. It's too
discouraging.

No one's doing the part properly, and
it's written so well. Oh, yes, it is.

How difficult could it be to do the part
right?

Why, it'd be hard to do it wrong.

What a fool I was to fall for that
smooth -talking cad. He doesn't want me.

He never wanted me. He wants my farm.

And because of him, I've lost the one
true love of my life.

Oh, Ned.

Where have you gone? What have I done?

I've lost him.

Mrs. Lynn won't let me do anything.

What's the point of being assistant
stage manager when I don't get to

Well, tell her you want to do more.

You don't talk to Mrs. Lynn, do you
listen?

She's got the voice of a moose.

Janet?

Hello.

What took you so long?

Oh, I was helping Hattie with her
audition.

Did she find someone to take Muriel
Stacy's place?

Yes. Who?

Oh, Ned.

Can you ever forgive me?

Forgive me?

You mean you?

You? You got the part? I didn't even
think you were interested in acting.

I've never seen you so lit up.

Well,

Hedy King's never had a kind word to say
about anything I've ever done.

Oh, it feels so good to be appreciated.

Congratulations. Oh, this is the
happiest day of my life. Except, of

the day I married you, dear, and gave
birth to you, and to you, Felix, and

Cecily, and Daniel, and...

I told you there was talent in Avonlea.
Oh, we're not out of the woods yet.

Janet King is no Muriel Stacey, you
know. Oh, she'll be fine, you'll see.

What's that?

Thank you, Mr. Tremaine.

Well, I shan't be long.

Take as much time as you need.

Where is the post office?

Over there.

I shall go there first.

Mr.

Tremaine. Oh, good morning, Mrs. Deale.

Hetty. Simon.

know her from somewhere.

Indeed.

Somewhat overdressed, wouldn't you say?

Simple expedition to the post office.

Since when were you in the habit of
driving guests about?

I know, I haven't actually met her, but
I think I've seen her photographed

somewhere. Shouldn't you be minding the
hotel, or at least learning the lines?

Oh, my goodness.

Is that Isabel Carrington?

Correct, Mrs. Dale.

Isabel Carrington.

Well, certainly.

I happened to catch her once in London
at the He Market playing Lady Macbeth.

Oh, it was magnificent.

There are some who prefer Sarah
Bernhardt, others favor Mrs. Patrick

but for my money, Isabel Carrington is
the finest dramatic actress on either

side of the Atlantic.

Well, whatever is she doing in Avonlea?

Keeping a low profile of the wise hand.

Apparently there was some sort of
scandal involving one of the backers of

last play.

How shall I say?

The backer's wife was not amused with
the way Miss Carrington was showing...

Her appreciation to the backer. My
goodness.

She's scheduled to stay for three weeks,
but I don't think she'll last. She's

bored already and pacing like a caged
tiger.

Three weeks, you said?

Eddie. What? I hope you're not thinking
what I think you're thinking.

The interest, I hear, of what you're
thinking.

Yes, well, where are you going?

Oh, to pay my respects to Isabel
Farrington, of course, and, oh,

on that breathtaking performance of Lady
Macbeth.

You didn't even see it.

Oh, dear.

Miss Carrington, Hattie King, director
of the Avonlea Drama Society.

How do you do?

Please forgive my intruding upon your
plan.

But I have to say I am such an admirer
of you.

Oh, this is too much, even for Hetty.

Never underestimate Hetty King.

But, Harold, darling, I'm dying to come
home.

Can't you just explain away this little
scandal to Mrs. What's -her -name?

But, Angel, darling, I'm bored.

There's just no... There's nothing to do
here.

Surrounded by cretins.

All right, Miss Bing.

All right.

You couldn't have come at a better time.

Couldn't I?

Alec and I have been learning our lines
and...

I'm at the point where I talk about my
father.

I can't decide whether I should be angry
because he left when I was so young or

sad because I didn't get to see him
enough.

I can give it either interpretation.

What do you think?

What do I think?

I think you needn't worry about
anything.

I have the most amazing news.

You must have heard of Isabel
Carrington.

The actress? Oh, the actress, yes, yes,
the actress.

Well, she happens to be staying for
several weeks at the White Sands Hotel,

I happened to run into her today, and
she's agreed to perform the

leading role in our play.

What do you think of that?

What are you talking about? You've given
that role to Janet.

Oh, this is Israel Carrington.

Oh,

that's all right. I can still play Molly
the milkmaid.

Oh, how stupid of me.

When you took the lead role, I gave that
part to Clara Potts. Clara Potts.

Clara Potts. Well, you're going to have
to tell you've changed your mind.

Well, I definitely won't do that to
Clara Potts.

Well, you're doing it to Janet.

Oh, different, Janet.

Family.

Well, then, as your brother, I quit.

Alec.

Alec, for pity's sake.

I mean it.

Listen to me.

Don't make this worse than it is.

Well, look, she has no right. Two wrongs
don't make a right.

And if Isabel Carrington is willing to
play the part, maybe she'll improve our

chances of winning. I don't care about
winning. I care about you.

Then stay on as a favor to me.

I'm asking you not to make a big to -do
about this, please.

All right.

Isabel Carrington.

Now, that's wonderful.

I told you it would all work out.

Felix King and Albert Worth.

Look at this.

Two dollars for paint and lumber.

You are making a backdrop, not the Taj
Mahal.

Aunt Hetty said she didn't want pine
trees.

I don't care what your Aunt Hetty says.
You are not to spend a single red cent

more unless you chat with me first.

If you like, I can supervise their work.
I need you with me.

Mr. Potts, please be very careful with
those candles for the footlights.

It's going to burn us down, I know it.

What is this?

It's a pig.

It's made of wood.

So?

It's totally unbelievable. Everybody
will know it's not real.

Well, you made me get rid of the real
one, didn't you?

Besides, it's a drama.

People are supposed to use their
imagination.

No one has that much imagination.

Who is at the door?

It's an interesting theory, but you have
no way of proving it. You are a

blaggard and a villain.

Get out, or I shall throw you out.

Now, should I simply go out or give him
a look first?

Simply walk away.

Your famous actress is late.

Good morning, everyone.

There you are.

Thank goodness, you've been a little
concerned.

Am I late? Oh, Miss Carrington.

May I present Rachel Lynde, our stage
manager.

I hope you don't crack the whip too
hard.

Her assistant, Felicity King.

Lucky for me, the role doesn't call for
an ingenue. You'd be perfect.

Olivia Dale, my sister.

She's in charge of costume.

I have a few ideas about what I'd like
to wear.

We should talk after the rehearsal.

Of course, you're already well
acquainted with Simon Tremayne. He will

Uriah Leach.

The villains always get the best lines,
don't they?

Janet King, your prompter. My lifeline.

And Alec King here will be your Ned.

My leading man. Well, it certainly will
be easy to play the love scenes.

Well, now, everyone, shall we rehearse?

Ah,

what a glorious morning.

Lion.

But, alas, there's much work to be done.

Yes, yes, I've got it.

Ah, what a glorious morning.

But alas, there is much work to be done.

A farmer's lot is a hard one, but harder
still for the lonely woman managing her

farm by herself.

That would be lonely.

Pardon, eh? You said lonely woman. It
should have been lonely woman.

Are you sure?

Oh, yes, quite, quite sure. In my
script.

It says Longley.

Well, it has a misprint, I suppose.

That G should have been an E.

Oh, I rather like Longley.

It has a poetic quality to it.

As I see it, my character has a certain
longing.

Yes, yes. The trouble is that Longley
isn't actually a word.

Very well.

Lonely it is.

I think it went rather well for the
first day of rehearsal.

There's still so much to be done.

Mrs. Dale!

Ah, there you are.

I haven't a chance to discuss my
costumes with you.

Costumes? Yes.

Well, the play only calls for one.

I shall need at least three.

Three?

But the whole play takes place in the
course of one day.

Well, I thought the costumes should
reflect my various moods.

Moods?

Oh, no, no, Miss Carrington, you see.

Your character is a very poor woman.

She can barely get food to the table.

She can't afford three dresses.

If she could, she wouldn't wear them
all, not on the same day.

You see, I couldn't possibly wear the
same dress in the proposed scene as I

in the mortgage scene.

Why not?

Well, if you have to ask, you'll never
understand.

Now, Miss Thing.

Kinga with a K.

Surely you understand.

You saw me in the Scottish play.

Don't mention the name of that play.
It's bad luck.

Miss Carrington, please. All right.

Three dresses it shall be.

Olivia, three.

Thank you.

Good day.

Good day.

Harry King, I don't have time to throw
three cards. Now, Olivia, we are dealing

with a narcissist here, so we have to
try to make her happy.

I know I just met the man, but I don't
trust him.

Oh, no, there's Ned.

He's a man of great sophistication.

I don't know if I would call it that.

Why, Ned, you're jealous.

If... I believe it would help the moment
if when I say the jealousy line, I

caress his cheek.

Why, Ned, you're jealous.

Interesting idea.

It is very interesting.

Still, I find it so...

Difficult to imagine your character,
Mary, making such a, well, a forward

gesture.

I believe my character is an earthy
peasant woman uninhibited by middle

-class ideas of morality.

Well, I think you'd find that an earthy
peasant woman, as you put it, at

that time in Prince Edward Island...

Very inhibited indeed in her ideas
regarding morality.

Well, the scene simply doesn't work
without something.

Perhaps you can find something a trifle
more subtle.

Harry, do you like the dress?

Yes, yes, Olivia, it's perfect.

Isn't it perfect?

Well, it's quite lovely.

But what?

I don't wear blue.

You don't wear blue.

I once had to wear a blue dress while
playing Desdemona in a production of

Othello. It ruined my performance.

Blue will never do.

Well, I wish you had said something
about it when I showed you the material.

Well, I thought it was for Molly
Milkmaid. It's not important what she

We can discuss this later, Olivia.

Let's resume rehearsal, shall we?

Mary has just said, Ned, I believe
you're jealous.

Ah, and then Uriah enters.

Thank you.

Dear Miss Mary, allow me to assist you.

A flower such as yourself should not
have to... What did you say?

Miss Carrington, that's not your line.

Well, I know it's not my line. I simply
couldn't understand what the man was

saying.

Forgive me. You really ought to drop the
phony accent.

Phony accent?

The audience will never understand what
you're saying.

Miss Carrington, this is the way I
speak.

Well, can't you change it? I understood
him perfectly.

I think we'll call it a day.

Very good work.

Bright and early in the morning, if it
were. Please, Captain.

Oh,

Alec. I was wondering, have you spent
much time on the stage before?

Professionally speaking, I mean. No, no,
just these local plays.

You have a flair for drama.

Oh, that's very kind of you to say.
Thank you.

I think between the two of us, we can
make the play work.

I only wish we had more time.

Well, it's not coming along too badly.

Well, we could use more work on the
proposal scene.

I have an idea.

Why don't we practice at the White
Sands?

Well, it's a bit busy to rehearse at the
White Sands, isn't it? Oh, nobody's

going to bother us in my room. We can
concentrate on the essentials without

being interrupted.

Oh, I don't think that's necessary.

Oh, look at you. You look so worried.

We're only going to rehearse.

Well, we could rehearse at Rose Cottage
with Hedy.

We don't need Miss Bing.

There's something that you and I should
work out between us.

And anyway, I'm not going to bite.

You're blushing.

Just what is it you're thinking?

Well, I'm thinking I should be getting
home.

That's not what I was thinking.

You just let me know if you want to
rehearse.

It's not as bad as it looks. Oh, yes, it
is. Janet. You think I can't see? No,

but I'm saying... She's got the murder
scene all wrong.

What? And the proposal scene. Alec,
there will be children in the audience.

You're worried about how she's playing
the scene?

Yes.

Isn't that what you were going to say?

Oh, yes.

No. No, um... Aren't you jealous?

Why?

Are you... interested?

Maybe.

If she was the last woman on Earth.

Threes look good.

Backdrop looks good.

What'd it cost?

Three dollars.

And 22 cents.

13 cents under budget.

Excellent. My, my.

This will never do.

What's wrong?

Any fool can see it's the wrong color
for my complexion.

These are maple trees. They have to be
this color.

Well, they make them some other color. I
won't go on with that in the

background.

I've told you before about those
candles. You've got too many of them.

Well, how is anybody supposed to see the
play if it's not properly illuminated?

It'll burn down the hall. Oh, nonsense.
Mr. Peep, try bunching some of them

closer together so that she can
understand what I'm talking about.

Do you know that any decent theater has
gaslight?

But when in the province... Look out!

Better be careful with the candles.

Miss Carrington, we have a new dress for
the proposal scene.

Oh, well, it's, um... It's... It's

common.

Well, it's supposed to be simple.

Mary lives on a farm.

Ah, but Isabel Carrington does not.

You'll have to try again, dear.

Miss Carrington, we're ready to
rehearse.

When you are.

We'll start from your entrance, Simon.

Uriah, what is it?

I've news about Ned.

I know. He... He... Lying.

He was just here with news about you.

Are we keeping you awake, dear?

I'm sorry. I couldn't tell if you were
acting or forgetting.

If prompting is too difficult for you,
perhaps we could get one of the children

to do it.

I believe you're right.

No, I'm obviously not the right person
to help Miss Carrington.

Don't ask hastily.

Hastily? The woman's been impossible
since the day she walked in.

Please, Janet, try to understand.

Great extras like a fine racehorse. Oh,
yes, they can be strong and difficult,

yes, but that's part of what makes them
great. Yes.

And if a fine racehorse gives you
trouble, you ship them off to the glue

factory. I just don't think that great
talent in any area is an excuse for bad

manners and selfishness.

Anyway, you wanted Isabel Carrington,
you got her.

I'm going home.

Well,

then.

Let's continue, shall we?

He came here earlier with news about
you.

He's not to be... He's not to be
trusted, you know.

Now, you should be moving toward me when
you say the line.

Moving towards you? Yes.

No, he wouldn't move.

You see, Uriah's strategy here is to
make you, Mary, her, trust

him. Oh, one false move and you, she...
I take it as a threat to become afraid

of him.

But Uriah can't control his passion for
Mary.

No, you don't understand.

He's not interested in you, Mary,
romantically.

No, he's only here for the farm.

You have missed the entire subtext of
this scene. Let me show you.

Very well.

He's not to be trusted, you know.

I'm afraid it is you that is not to be
trusted.

That's not the line. I changed the line.

changed it.

As a matter of fact, I have rewritten
the entire scene.

What? Mary is entirely too gullible.

Gullible? She is not a gullible. She is
innocent.

Innocent of the ways of the world. And
Uriah here is taking advantage of that.

That's not the way I see it. It's the
way the author sees it.

But I never pay much attention to the
words.

You saw my performance in the Scottish
play.

Be gone, you odious blotch.

That is not Lady Macbeth.

Miss Carrington, the words are the play.

And you, my good woman, are merely an
interpreter of one part. You are not the

creator of the whole.

I am the person on this stage having to
recite...

Then dribble and make it work.

Oh, you wouldn't understand. Believe me,
I have read some dreadful plays in my

life.

That dribble.

An understandable opinion coming from a
blithering numbskull.

Pardonnez -moi.

I call you a blithering numbskull. How
dare you.

And how dare you.

Be so rude, vain, childish, ungracious.

Big -headed. Big -headed, yes.

Self -centered. Why, you're the most
inconsiderate, inconsiderate excuse for

human being I've yet to meet.

And you, Miss Bing.

King of dit.

You are an amateur.

And as far as I am concerned, you and
your two -bit group of provincial

can think into the Atlantic.

I quit.

Who's going to play Mary now? The
competition is tomorrow night.

What are you up to?

Copping out the King Cranberry Pie
recipe for Eleanor McHugh.

Oops, you left out the cherry juice.

Just as good without it.

No, no, no. The cherry juice is what
makes it.

Then... I'll substitute lemon juice.

Oh, Harry King!

Why should we be made to suffer all on
account of that unspeakable Elizabeth

Carrington?

Harry, we haven't lost yet.

We don't have an actress.

We don't have a play.

We don't have a play. We can't...

Possibly, Wynne.

We still have Janet.

I don't think Janet would even consider
playing the part.

Oh, not if I booted her out in such an
unseemly fashion.

Would she?

Well, I know how much it hurts you to
lose that part.

Isabel Carrington is gone. You're the
only woman who knows the lines, and I

think you should offer to go back.

After the way Hetty treated me.

Well, don't do it for Hattie, and don't
do it to save the king cranberry pie

recipe. I don't know why everyone wants
to keep that a secret in the first

place. Do it for yourself. Do it because
you're good, and you'd enjoy doing it.

I'll get that.

Oh, Hattie, it's you.

Come on in.

Look who's here.

Hello, Janet.

Hattie?

I'll just go put on the tea.

How are you?

Fine.

I imagine that Alec has told you about
our little

mishap with Miss Carrington.

Yes.

Yes, well, I realise now that perhaps...

Sensitive.

Giving that part to Isabel, I've given
it to you.

Slightly.

You're right.

Considerably insensitive.

Not for the first time, either.

I suppose it isn't.

My goodness, if I had a nickel for every
ill -considered remark or ungenerous

action taken against me over the last...

Twenty -odd years.

I know I'm somewhat headstrong at times.

But I shouldn't be. I know that. But I
am so religious.

For whatever it's worth, Janet, I do
apologize.

I wonder if you might consider coming
back to the play.

You said so yourself. I'm no Isabel
Carrington.

Thank you for that.

Will you come back to the place, Janet?

Please.

hope you've all had loads of fun.

And so until we meet next year, we wish
you all the best good cheer.

Best

good

cheer. Now that's drivel.

All right, everyone. We're on. Hop to
it.

What's the matter?

Go on, get everyone ready.

What? Don't worry. I know exactly what
to do. All right, everyone, hop to it.

Let's get the backdrop unfurled. Felix
King, Albert Worth, get a move on with

those trees.

Mr. Potts, yes, set up those candles,
but mind you, don't burn the place down.

I've got your pig.

What?

Absolutely not.

But... No.

Oh,

she's lovely. Hi, Eddie.

I don't know who I'm trying to fool. I'm
no actress.

Oh, now, Janet, you were wonderful in
Rathaus.

You'll be wonderful now. Eddie, my legs
are shaking. I don't know how I can walk

on the...

I understand.

Each new school year, when I'd face that
class of young and eager faces, I was

always a nervous wreck.

You were? Oh, yes.

What I did was I put all that nervous
energy into the task at hand, and that's

what you must do, put it into your
performance.

Now, you know you have my utmost
confidence.

If you fail, you can always blame it on
the writer.

Who is at the door?

I don't know who it would be at this
late hour.

I'll go see.

You are a welcome sight for these weary
eyes.

Would that I could turn back the clock
and undo what's been done.

I cannot.

I can only tell you from the bottom of
my heart, I loved you then, and I love

you now.

And the greatest joy I could imagine is
for you to say...

You want me still to be your wife?

Make me the happiest man on the island.

Marry me.

Now, as writer -director of this year's
award -winning play, I think the first

piece should go to Hetty.

Oh, this apple strudel is courtesy of
Eleanor McHugh. Thank you. It's a

pleasure.

Well?

How is it?

Something not quite right.

Well, I followed the recipe to the
letter.

Which is also the recipe.

I would like to propose a toast.

Ah, yes.

To the finest actress in Avonlea.

Well,

here's to the finest actress in the
whole island.

To Janet King.