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Providence that looks cold.

Callie, Edgar, stay close to the shore.

I tell you, our steward is a changed
man.

Oh, dear, you know, I used to think
typical banker, you know, fits neck in a

boiled collar. Well, look at him.

The children certainly bring out the
license to it.

Grandma Ward used to say, you knew a
good match when a man fit into a family.

Well, steward's certainly done that.

Fallen like a piece into a picture
puzzle.

He's very special.

You're wearing Gus's ring again.

Well, on the other hand, that's a
remembrance.

You still think of Gus, of course.

Oh, not as much.

I can't get to sleep at night sometimes,
or when I first wake up in the morning,

but...

Not that often. Not anymore.

Dear,

Aunt Eliza mourned a lost love for many
years.

While she had few regrets in life, she
sometimes wondered what happiness she

denied herself.

That's why your father and I are so
happy about Stuart.

We don't want you to live with a similar
regret.

The wedding's a week Saturday.

Oh, Olivia, look, this matches
perfectly.

You know, if this hadn't come in today,
I'd never have gotten that wedding dress

altered in time.

Oh, well, you know how it is with
weddings. There's always something

over your head till the last possible
second, but somehow it all gets done.

Oh, I hope so.

Go on, the bunch of you. I'd like to do
my shopping.

Eddie, look. The material came in for
Felicity's wedding dress. Isn't that

lucky? Lucky?

If you'd gone to Charlottetown, as I
suggested, Janet, you'd have it done by

now.

Still, typical, really, of the
hotlessness that attends with all the

Quite the child.

See, this isn't on my bill.

Hetty, we are all well aware that you
don't approve of this marriage.

Since when has my approval been of the
least interest to anyone?

A young girl's wedding is a time she
should look back at fondly for the rest

her days.

I won't have you go and ruin it.

Think of Felicity.

I am thinking of Felicity.

It's in thinking of her that I can't
help but think of Gus Piper.

Let go.

Let go.

Oh, that's looking lovely now. Oh, I
love the neckline. It's very nice. Oh,

finished. Come on, come on. Here we go.
Here's your arm, Olivia. Here's my arm.

All right.

Oh, for heaven's sakes.

What did you know?

the call through, please.

Hello?

You're going to have to speak a little
bit louder.

The connection's very bad.

Who is this?

Where are you calling from?

I'm sorry,

I can't hear you very well.

Sally? Sally, I need you to reconnect
that call.

Well, I don't know who it was.

A nurse or something.

Well, didn't you hear?

All of Avonlea knows you're listening in
on everyone's calls.

Well,

then call the long -distance operator
and call me back.

Help me open the door.

We're not even half done. Just get me
out of this.

Felicity? Oh, I have to get going.

Going? What? Who was on this telephone?

Well, it was a nurse with a patient in
distress.

I couldn't make out if she said the name
or not. Oh, my Lord.

Well, was it somebody that you knew from
medical college?

No, no.

Don't you see? It's the patient that
knows me.

It has to be.

Gus?

Gus?

Felicity, all right. Hands were lost
when Gus's ship went down off the

coast. You know that.

Well, then who did she mean? Darling, I
couldn't possibly... Hello?

Oh, yes, Sally. What did you find out?

Oh, I see.

She says a long -distance call can't
possibly be reconnected. Sally, they

have been able to tell you something.

Well, where did the call come from?

What town was it?

The call came from Charleston, South
Carolina.

Where are you going?

It's in four days.

How can I get married with this hanging
over my head? You can't be serious.

Mother, we're going to have to agree on
a fulfillment.

Felicity, think about this for a minute.

Could you really just do that?

What is all this?

Common brawling in the public road.

Heavens to Molly, what have the kings
come to?

Aunt Hedy, Aunt Hedy, I've had a
telephone call.

Gus is in Charleston, South Carolina.

He's alive.

Alive.

Gus, you spoke to him. Did you speak to
him? Well, no, but I spoke

to the nurse, and she said that he needs
me, that I'm the only one who can bring

him back to the living.

Oh, will you listen to yourself?

Hattie, the woman never mentioned Gus by
name. She said a patient, a patient.

Well, who else could it be? Look, if
it's really a matter of life and death,

surely the woman will ring back.

I have to go.

Mother, I've got to go to Charleston and
find Gus.

Go to Charleston?

Oh, no, no, no. It's out of the question
of far -flung port where we know no

one. I will not hear of it.

Aunt Hattie, please help me. Surely you
of all must understand.

Oh, your mother's absolutely right.

Though none such an odyssey.

No, indeed, certainly not.

Which is why... I must go with you.

Anthony, what do you think?

Stuart, there's quite a bit that we need
to talk about.

Wait a minute.

You must think that I'm crazy.

No, I don't.

Everyone else does.

Well, I'm not everyone else.

No.

No, you're not.

Stuart, I... Glenn.

Thank you for bringing me here.

Seems that no matter how jangled my
thoughts are, I can always untangle them

here.

You understand me.

There's something... I have something
for your approval.

What is it?

I managed to convince Wellington
Campbell to sever this few acres of

his farm and sell.

You bought this, Glenn?

I think I described as best I could what
you wanted to the draftsman.

There's your gingerbread and your picket
fence.

It is what you wanted.

It's everything I wanted.

It's my wedding gift to you.

Stuart.

Hold on.

I thought this would... I thought you'd
like it.

I do.

I do.

You are so kind.

And patient.

Generous.

I'm very fond of you, Stuart.

I've tried never to delude you.

No, I don't suppose you have.

If Gus is alive, it changes everything.

What about me?

For the love of God.

Even if he hadn't drowned.

How could he let you think he was dead
if he cared about you?

That's what I have to find out. After
all our planning.

After everything... I have no choice.

I have to know.

I have to find God.

And, Edgar, don't grow up too much
before I be back.

Mr.

Dick. Yes, I'll be right there. Take
care of your brother's sister for me,

please. Duffy, you don't get into too
much trouble.

Will you come back?

Of course I will.

As soon as I can.

Well, Cecily will be staying with you,
so you all must mind her, all right?

Will Mr. McRae still be by to talk us
in?

Sure I will.

You'll wait me if you can every day.

Roll the cable.

I want to know where you are and that
you're safe.

Yes, you know I will.

Gibbons girl, hurry, there's a train.

Yes, yes, Aunt Hattie.

Return to me.

Promise. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Bye, children.

Bye. Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Aunt Penny.

I can see the fairy terminus.

Felicity.

Don't you think you're being overly
cautious?

I don't imagine, I know, but there are
those who prey upon vulnerable female

travelers.

Especially in foreign parts.

Foreign parts?

Aunt Hattie, we haven't even come to New
Brunswick yet.

The trick, dear, is to always project an
air of confidence and calm.

The S .S. Savannah at the foot of this

wharf. That's straight down, far in.

But how's that train? We're somewhat
delayed, isn't it?

It's there, Miss Fields, in 20 minutes.
And that's the only passenger ship till

Monday. You'd better go.

Sir, first, I was wondering if you knew
this fellow.

I was trying to find him. He works for
your line. His name is Gus Pike.

Sorry, Miss.

Can't help you.

Better hurry.

Oh, Aunt Hattie, are you sure we can't
even trust a porter?

These bags will have to find you. Never
mind. Just think of something else.

Say yes.

Farewell to Nova Scotia, your sea -bound
coast.

Tie that down, lad. Heave on that line.

Excuse me. Beg your pardon.

I have not yet found my sea legs.

Well, I do hope you find them soon.

Well, I'm sure I shall.

Having lived my life but a stone's throw
from the sea, I shall be a fault hand

in no time.

Well, that is good, since we haven't yet
cast off from the pier.

Ladies, my name is Horace Beck of Beck's
Furniture Manufacture, Charleston. If

you're ever in need of a chest of
drawers of the finest Southeastern pine

oak... We'll only be visiting Charleston
just this short as well.

We can ship anywhere on the seaboard.
Oh, no, no.

Thank you.

As you will.

Your first trip to Charleston.

I'm a native son, ladies, if I can be of
any service.

I'm Felicity King.

This is my aunt, Miss Hedy King.

I suppose we're just about it for human
cargo.

Well, I'm very pleased to meet you both.

Do you know this man?

His name is Gus Pike.

Dear Stuart, Day two of our voyage.

Going slowly down the coast, along New
Jersey, Delaware, Maryland, Virginia.

Flying the route Gus took so often.

Still no useful information.

Poor Aunt Hetty is very seasick, and I
have made friends with a kindly fellow

passenger from Charleston.

Don't tell me your poor aunt is still
unable to lift herself from her birth?

I'm afraid so.

Poor woman, I've never seen such
virulent seasickness.

Well, I've given her some chopped
ginger.

I'll try a bit more later.

You riding the folks back home?

Yes.

Miss King, I hate to see so young a face
wearing such care.

Now, out on the ocean, there's nothing
any of us can do about all our troubles.

All our worries lie beyond the horizon.

Either before us or behind.

I suppose that's what drew Gus to the
seafaring life.

If your young man is to be found in
Charleston, Miss King, we'll uncover

That's a promise.

In the captain's cabin.

Inject the kid for bandages. Double
quick.

You there, is there trouble? We've had a
hand injured, sir. Suffered a bad gash.

Where is he?

I've got medical experience. I can help.

You seem awfully young, Jimmy, to be out
in the world.

Young, miss?

I've been deceased since I was 12.

Survived three hurricanes and one wreck.

A wreck?

Made of Calais.

Kelly? All hands were lost.

Well, that was first report, miss.

One boat made it.

Just. I spent a month at the marine
mission home.

I know the place.

On Beaupain Street.

Was Gus Pike among you?

Gus?

You knew Gus?

We were to be married.

Sorry, miss.

He drowned.

You didn't know?

Did you know him well?

Of course, miss.

He was our telegraph operator.

Did you see him the night of the wreck?
Did you see him in the water?

Miss. Don't do this to yourself. I have
to know whatever I can.

I've got to find the truth.

Last I saw him, we were taking the final
lifeboat off.

Could have got in with us, but he turned
back.

Boy, the fire broke out just as Gale
came down on his heart.

The flight boats were putting into some
god -awful speed.

And Gus knew men couldn't last long in
that rough of water.

He turned back, hoping some vessel would
pick up his signal and steam toward us.

Not for him.

We all would have died.

As it is, our boat turned.

Only five hung on.

And Gus?

I owe him my life.

You're sure he drowned?

I wish I could tell you, dear.

Oh, all right. All right?

The boat. Fort Hotel has our city's
finest breakfast, ladies.

The thinnest buttermilk pancakes for
your vexed digestion, Miss King.

There is nothing wrong with my
digestion.

Excuse me.

Now, Miss King, ladies alone, I'm just
trying to be a friend. You bring out

my protective streak.

Yes, well, now that I'm on terra firma,
I'm sure I'll be able to manage very

well, thank you. And so, good day to
you, sir.

I see.

Miss Felicity, I've written down the
address of that marine mission.

Well, best of luck to you all.

Oh, thank you.

For everything.

You're welcome.

Well, that was plain rudeness.

Thank you to remember who so narrowly
missed losing our luggage.

One doesn't encourage strangers,
Felicity.

Especially when traveling.

Oh, Aunt Hattie, when traveling,
everyone is a stranger.

Oh,

you, my luggage.

Oh, the carriage, please, the carriage.

Oh, Jimmy, I was hoping that I could say
a proper goodbye. Are you coming

ashore? I'm going to have a doctor check
the hand just to be on the sure side.

Jimmy, listen, I was... Thanks for
tending me, miss.

Felicity! Quickly!

I'm holding the carriage.

God damn.

What if our luggage left virtually
unattended in that land? We can't stay

You'd think there'd be a belt. Well,
it's not a hotel then, Haley.

Clearly.

Who are you ladies looking for?

Is there a nurse on duty or a matron?

There is, but the matron's awful busy
right now.

It's time for the medicine round.

If you want to see her in particular, I
suggest that you call back later.

Oh, yes, yes.

Why don't we settle into our hotel first
and then call back again in the

morning? Well, perhaps you can help me
then. I'm trying to find this young man.

His name is Gus Pike.

You are, are you?

Who might you be, child?

Felicity King.

Now, dear, be careful.

Go and fetch a mop.

I'm sorry, Miss, but there's no such a
boy here.

I'm very sorry, but I can't be of much
help.

Well, then, perhaps I'll have to come
back tomorrow and speak to the nurse.

You do that.

Go to Edson Cup.

Thank you.

Did you manage to post your letters to
Stuart?

At the front desk.

Oh, good.

I'm sure he'll be relieved to know we've
landed safe and sound at least.

He's probably helping Cecily tuck the
children into bed about now.

I feel rather badly.

Well, after all, Stuart is a good man.

Well, whatever the outcome of all this.

He must be dealt with fairly.

I know.

Don't worry, I know.

I can't stop thinking about that woman.

The elderly lady at the mission home.

I got this feeling that she was holding
something back.

Listen to me.

What?

Now that we're here and can...

You'd better see the enormity of our
task.

Could it be that the family were right?

Did we so badly want Gunspike to be
alive that we were willing to believe

anything?

I won't think like that.

I have to go back to the mission home.
Aunt Hetty, that woman knows something.

I am convinced of it, and if you want to
entertain your doubts, then go ahead,

but I won't.

You can't go down there alone.

A pillow in my shoe.

That was out and about at this hour of
the night.

So close to the waterfront, too.

We'd only waited for a carriage.

Aunt Hattie, we're here.

Oh, by now that woman will be long gone
and safe in a bed as we should be.

Here's that nurse's aide who broke the
glass, remember?

Oh, wait.

Isn't that Jimmy, the boy from the ship
we just got?

Excuse me, please.

Oh,

stand aside.

Lady coming through.

Go on. Get away.

Off with your shoes.

Rough hands here.

Give us a kiss.

Go on.

All right.

Back to your business.

Runs over.

Ladies, you forced me to be strict with
you. You are no longer in Avonlea. Oh,

indeed we're not.

Please allow me to see you back to your
hotel.

Yes, come along, Felicity.

Come, dear.

Oh, we have several nurses. They could
match that description.

Well, there was an older woman with her.

A roundish lady with greying hair. She
would know who I mean.

Oh, that'd be Margaret Liddy.

She doesn't come every day.

I'll have to go.

Most days, Miss Liddy's down at the
wharf by the seawall.

She's usually there selling the basket.

I'm just glad we didn't find Gus in a
place such as this.

Excuse me, do you know this man?

What about you? Do you reckon... Excuse
me, sir, do you know this man? No, ma

'am.

Good morning, Leroy. How do you do?

Thanks, sir.

You'll have to be getting back to your
business, Mr. Beck. I've nothing

pressing, Miss King.

Oh, good.

I mean, as you will.

Are you certain you don't know this?

I do admire that young lady's stick -to.

Stick -to is a King family trait.

Though somewhat misguided, I fear, in
this instance.

Oh, how many people can the poor girl
show that picture to?

In Charleston?

Some 50 or 60 ,000.

Mr. Beck, do you think that perhaps
after supper you could give me the names

more hospitals and care homes? Of
course.

Oh, Felicity, we can't expect Mr.

Beck's good nature to tolerate much more
of this. Well, my nature is no problem,

but Miss King, can you spend many more
days like this?

Well, if I have to, I suppose...

What is it?

Fire practice, by the sounds of it.

Miss King, I'm tempted to suggest that
you report your friend as a missing

person to the police.

Yes, I know it. But to be honest, I
doubt that you have evidence enough for

police to undertake the case.

Oh, Felicity, Mr. Beck's right. At some
point, we have to admit what you're

doing.

Felicity.

Where are you going?

No, no, wait. No, no, no, wait.

Please. Please, I need to speak to you.
Wait.

What do you want? Your help.

You were at the mission home.

I was talking to Jimmy.

You know about Gus Pike.

You telephoned me.

Yes, and I recognized the song. It was
you, wasn't it?

All right, I'll tell you.

How can we help you, Miss King?

Do you know where Gus Pike is?

You'd best come along with me.

I think only the younger Miss King need
follow me from here. Oh,

no, but I am sleep man

Liddy, you back from practice?

Mr. Liddy?

Who's there?

Get out.

Get out of here!

Get out, I said!

Did you hear me?

Get out and leave me be!

Just go away.

Go away.

Of all the things I imagined, I never
expected this.

No one thought he'd even live.

But I wouldn't leave him sad.

We all knew what he tried to do to save
the others.

After the explosion, a trawler pulled
him from floating wreckage.

Barely conscious.

Child, go on, sit.

I can finish here. Go on.

When he found out he was blinded and
that Albert Six had died just the same,

went deep inside himself.

He wouldn't come out.

But with no one told he was alive, no
authority, no one. He was found separate

from the others.

At first, in the confusion, the world
thought he was dead.

Gus wanted it kept that way.

The boys who lived, they knew it was
only because of Gus.

Gus wanted us to swear to his secret.

We did.

And can he see nothing?

Nothing at all?

Light and shadow.

He couldn't stay at the home.

The mission needed the bed.

That's when Granny asked him here.

Well, that boy has a powerful light
inside.

If only he'd just let it shine again.

He won't go to the doctors no more.

I got upset and I tried to call you.

But he made me swear not to try again.

You of all people.

Why?

Well, that child, you're going to have
to ask him yourself.

I don't know you.

And I barely know Miss King.

But don't you think you owe it to the
girl to at least talk to her?

Well, that's what I deserve is better.

And she's too decent a person to leave a
blind man.

I know what you're going through, son.

No, you don't.

And neither does she. That young lady
has undertaken an incredible journey

nothing to go on but faith.

Faith in you.

Surely you can find a corner of your
heart to soften toward her.

What has she ever done but love you?

But there's not a peep coming from that
room.

Perhaps I should go back in.

Perhaps that's not a good sign.

Miss King, I suspect that's an excellent
sign.

Oh, yes.

Now, if you will take a suggestion from
an imperfect stranger, I do know of a

delightful little cafe by the seawall.

Well... Yes, wait.

Why didn't you let me know that you were
alive?

I couldn't.

I want you to go back to Avonlea and get
on with your life.

Gus, how could I?

You could if you tried.

The only way that I will go back to
Avonlea is with you.

Look at me.

I'm useless.

Don't waste your life.

Who are you to tell me not to waste a
life?

Go home.

Sitting here with your baskets?

Go home, I said!

You think we can just go on and live
happily ever after, but you don't know

it feels like for me.

For some people, life doesn't have happy
ever afters.

We will be fine.

I've gone cold inside.

Like stone.

I've no love to give anybody.

If I have to spell it out for you, I
will.

I don't want you no more.

I won't leave you.

I will live the rest of my days out here
if I have to, but I will not go back to

Avonlea unless you are with me.

Gus said that he won't come home with
me.

He told me to go on with my life.

Why? I told him about Stuart.

If I told Gus about Stuart, he would
never leave here.

I don't know what to say to him.

Come on, y 'all.

Come on, inside.

Oh, well, just like.

This is the lot you choose, is it?

Go home, Miss King.

Nothing you can say will change my mind.

Change your mind?

The brass of you.

You think I care a whit of you?

Sit here and rot after making such a
fool of me.

Fool of you?

Yes.

I had such hopes for you, Gaspar.

Always.

You were bright, you were ambitious.

But most of all, you had spirit.

Or so I thought.

That's why I tutored you and thrust over
you and coddled you. And for what?

So you could hide away here and throw
your life to the wind?

With no sense, you and Felicity come in
here.

If you care about your niece, you'll
take her home.

Don't you give me that pious face or
I'll slap you.

All along you said she was too good for
you, too good for you.

Well, now I'm inclined to agree.

Oh, and not because you've lost your
eyesight, boy, but because you're a

I'm not a coward. You don't know what it
feels like. Shut up.

You have nothing to say that I want to
hear.

If you've not got the guts to fight
back, then go on and lie down and die

all I care.

The sad truth is that love has its
limitations.

Sometimes, no matter how much you love
someone,

Bad things still happen

Go

on

go to him

I'm just scared.

I had to find you, Gus.

You've got to come home.

Where people know you and love you.

Home.

I've traveled, Felicity.

And I've seen things.

The southern cross and the night sky.

The fire of St. Elmo dancing on the
water.

Land hovering on the horizon from the
mist.

I've seen the sun rising on old Spanish
ports in

the older towns of the Maya.

And I'll never see you again.

I'll never see your face again.

But you've got to get home.

Have you any idea what a future would be
like without me?

No.

But I know what it would be without you.

I won't hold you to your promise.

You don't have to marry him.

Just take it one day at a time.

Excuse me. Yes, ma 'am.

Is there somewhere I can send a
cablegram?

Oh, I can do that for you, miss, and
have it charge your room.

To Mr. Stuart McRae.

Avonlea, Prince Edward Island, Canada.

And what's the message, miss?

Coming home.

That's nice, miss.