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Matthew Cuthbert. I can fix that.

Don't you even think about it.

Marilla, please. I'm not an old barn
sock.

I'm going into town tomorrow. I'll get
Wallace, that carpenter fellow, to come

out. Oh, Matt Wallace couldn't miter a
flush joint on a bait box, for heaven's

sake. Go on back to bed now.

Good night, all.

You go to bed, too.

I'm going, I'm going.

Good night.

Lord Almighty.

Matthew? I'm here!

Matthew?

I'm here!

Matthew?

I'm here!

Matthew, what are you doing?

The ladder fell off. If you could just
go down and prop it up, I'll be fine.

Hold on!

I'll go get some help. All right,
Crickly.

You old goat.

Hello,

Marilla.

Me and Anne, we're kindred spirits.

Heaven help us.

I'm fine. Don't be mad.

I tried my best to be a model pupil like
Minnie Andrews, whose model pupil was

dull and pokey and without a spark of
imagination or a single original thought

of her own. All she ever says is, I
agree with that.

Anne Shirley, if you can't say something
nice about someone, don't say anything

at all.

Okay, well, let me think.

Oh, yeah.

It appears Josie Pye is an awfully good
singer.

More awfully good than I ever imagined.

And Gilbert, I mean, we all think Mr.
Phillips is deeply sad about something.

That's all?

Why would they think that?

We can be such dunces, especially me.

You're no dunce. You can be sure of
that.

Did you ever study geometry at school?

Well, you know, I can't. You didn't.

Well, I wish you had.

Because then you'd be able to sympathize
with me and you can't properly

sympathize with anyone if you hadn't
actually done the thing yourself.

He almost did cast a dark cloud over my
whole life.

I'm such a dummy.

Even Mr. Phillips said so.

He what?

Oh, it's all right.

Poor scholars can make someone happy.

Especially anything in math.

I really am a cloud in geometry.

Oh, stop the nonsense.

I believe I'll have a word with that
man. You hold your horses, Master

Fear and shame are no way to educate a
child. It's worse than the switch.

Inspiration and encouragement is what
they need.

What, what?

I've never heard you be so loquacious.

Lo -what?

You talk too much. Finish your stew.

It's easy.

If you like, I can show you after.

Thank you, Ruby.

When I'm 15, I'm going to have a whole
string of those.

How do you do that?

I mean, well, how do you know what you
know?

Six older sisters.

What do they say?

About what?

Oh, please.

The secret of the universe.

That's what they called it.

Well, go on. You must tell.

Well, one must never appear to try too
hard.

Oh, and an expert at that.

At what?

What? Nothing.

Gotta go. See you tomorrow.

Bye. Bye.

Diana, what?

Expert at what? I want to know.

All I mean is that, well, you don't try
at all with Gilbert.

I know he can be silly sometimes, but he
is a good person. Really, he is.

Where's Theo? One, two, three. Uh, Anne?

Hey, that's not fair.

Anne, come to my house. We can make
coffee.

Oh, that sounds wonderful.

Mother, look who's here.

Hello, Mrs. Berry.

Anne, dear.

I'm so pleased that you're here.

Now, arms up.

Turn around.

Now, you two, just go right ahead.

I've placed all the ingredients right
here on the table.

And for heaven's sake, don't let it
burn.

Like the 20 ones? Yeah.

And it's almost there. That's good.

splendid fun. And when I left, Diana and
I blew kisses back and forth until I

reached the steep part of the pack and I
lost sight of the magnificent home.

I can't imagine what I could ever do to
commemorate. Oh, I know.

I'll make a new special prayer in honor
of the occasion.

Yes, that's the perfect thing.

I trust none of you harbor hope of one
day finding employment with any

prestigious organization.

When I worked for the Royal Bank,
businessmen took a dim view of poor

I suppose you could become a secretary
or a clerk.

But if you really want to make a proper
life for yourself, you'd best pull up

your socks.

Do you follow me, scholars?

Yes, Mr. Phillips.

Miss Anne, good day at school?

Yes, thank you.

Marilla.

Oh, good heavens, child, catch your
breath.

Marilla, the most wonderful miracle has
occurred.

Oh, mercy, tell us.

Tomorrow, after school, your little Anne
has had the honor of being invited to

spend the night at the home of Miss
Diana Barry.

And the invitation came from Mrs. Barry
herself.

Well, that's an honor you're going to
have to do without.

Oh, now, don't start with all your...
You know how you can be.

Little girls belong in their own beds.

I'm not a little girl. I'm nearly 13.

What?

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking you ought to let her go.

Who's bringing this child up? You or me?

Well, now, you are.

Well, then, don't interfere.

Hold on now.

You can't say I'm interfering.

It's not interfering to have an opinion
on a thing.

And my opinion is you ought to let Anne
go.

You'd think I ought to let Anne go to
the moon if she took a notion, I have no

doubt. She wasn't asking for the moon.

Staying up all hours of the night?
Pretty doings for children, I should

Lack of sleep would wind her up, fill
her head with nonsense for a week.

No, believe me, I know what's best for
this child's disposition.

Do you?

Anne, she's been eavesdropping.

I came to apologize to you, Marilla, and
to you too, Matthew.

I made you have an argument.

We're not having an argument.

We're just being a bit growly with each
other. We're always a bit growly with

each other, aren't we, Matthew? Yeah,
like old bears.

But you're right, Marilla.

I'm a badly behaved child, and I know
I'm a great child. All right, enough of

that.

I'll go wash up for dinner.

My old coat.

Oh, I can?

Marilla, thank you, thank you!

And... Here.

Use this.

It was my mother's.

Smells like...

Like a city.

Well, my mother was very fond of the
Boston States.

Thank you, Marilla.

Oh. You're always too kind to me, even
though I'm so difficult. Oh, now, now,

none of that.

Here, go ahead.

Put your things inside.

And don't forget to say your prayers.

One day I'm going to travel the whole
world, or at least to Italy.

Of course I have to see Paris and
London.

More than anything, I want to ride
elephants in India.

Have astonishing adventures in the
Orient. Can't you just imagine me on an

elephant? Anne, just while I'm thinking
about it, Diana's Aunt Josephine Berry

is visiting with the Berries. Now, she's
very old, and she's very rich, and Mrs.

Berry would like to keep on her good
side.

Are you following what I'm saying?

Oh, yes, Marla.

I'll be in my very, very, very best
behavior.

Yeah.

Remember your weekend assignments.

I'm going to have so much fun.

Do you want to go another way?

Where? To my house.

No, what other way?

Shortcut through Taylor's Woods.

Oh, yes.

Josie Pye says it's haunted.

But I don't believe her.

Do you?

Of course not.

Let's go.

This path is darker than I remember.

Maybe we should walk faster.

Good idea.

You don't know?

Well, this happened.

What? Different than I remember.

That one's to clean gables.

And that one's to my house.

You sure?

Positive.

What is it? Uh, nothing.

We could pretend.

Pretend what?

It's the white lady.

You see how she wrings her hands?

It's her agonizing lament for her
murdered child.

Anne, stop it!

It's only the wind in the... I think we

should... Me too.

What's all this then?

Already said your prayers?

Amen, amen. All right, you two.

You girls all right?

Oh, yes, Mother.

Well, you barely touched your dinners.

Mrs. Berry, we're exhausted.

I don't think I've had so much fun and
exercise my whole life.

All right.

Night -night, and no jibber -jabbering
when light's out.

Oh, goodness.

How much is that?

Oh, just a little bit.

I ran into Mrs. Berry this morning.

Apparently last night old Miss Berry was
frightened near to death.

Really?

What happened?

I surprised her.

By accident. After I warned you. In any
event, you woke up in a terrible temper.

And Josephine Barry's temper is no joke.
She was awfully cross with Diana.

She planned to pay for music lessons,
but not any longer.

Not Diana's fault. I'm the one who
barged into her room.

By accident.

I understand.

Josephine was to stay for a month, but
now, she declares, she wants to go back

first thing tomorrow.

Such an unlucky child.

I can't help getting into scrapes, and
then I drag in my dearest bosom friend,

someone who I'd shed my life's blood
for.

Why does it always happen to me?

Because you're a heedless child. And
impulsive. Never stop to think. Never.

That's the best part of it.

Something flashes in your mind and you
must out with it because if you stop and

think about it, then the moment spoils
forever.

Don't you feel that way, Mrs. Lynn?

Marilla?

In such a dire situation, there's only
one thing to do.

I don't know what it's like to awake
suddenly from a deep sleep, but I can

imagine it must have been extremely
disturbing.

Yes, it was.

Then...

Perhaps you can imagine the other side
of it.

An orphan child who had the honor to
have her very first sleepover with her

brother and friend.

Deadly afraid of terrors of the dark.

Lost and alone in a strange hallway,
searching for the warmth of her bed.

You have imagination, Miss Barry.

Can you imagine my heartache at making
such a mistake?

We've had dealings with Anne Shirley
before this, haven't we?

Yes, Mrs. Barry.

For instance?

Serving alcohol at a children's tea
party.

Really?

Inexcusable.

Also an accident?

My life is a perfect tragedy of grievous
accidents, one after the other.

Anne Shirley, I do believe your claim to
sympathy is as strong as my own.

In that case, would you please consider
forgiving Diana and stay as long as you

meant to in Avonlea?

Diana shall have her music lessons, and
I will be happy to stay, so long as you

promise to come and talk to me now and
then.

My dear, I do believe you're the first
interesting person I've ever met in

Avonlea.

Puckle. P -U -C -K -L

-E. Puckle. That is correct.

Puggle thumb.

C -O -G -G -E -L -S -O -M -E.

That is incorrect.

This week's winner is Gilbert Blythe.

It's L -E.

It's L -E. I know that. I just didn't
say it.

Well, the next time you'll see.

Mr. Phillips, may I just say how
impressed we all are and happy for Anne

Shirley's academic progress?

Well, Gilbert, that's extremely generous
of you.

I agree with that.

Very good, Minnie.

Anne Shirley, don't you agree?

Anne?

I recognize that you have had a
difficult upbringing and so on, but

find a smidgen of warmth in your heart
to say thank you to Gilbert?

Thank you.

Gilbert.

I studied so hard and I only got a B.

Well, a B is pretty good for you.

That's not funny.

See you tomorrow.

Bye. Bye.

I don't understand why you're so cruel
with Gilbert.

He is a nice boy.

Not at all my type, mind you.

He's inhumanely cruel.

Do you want to know what I think?

I think he's in love with you.

Diana Barry!

Don't ever say that!

You're my bosom friend, but I can't
allow even you to speak to me of that

person.

I was only trying to... My ears are
closed.

How can we be bosom friends if I can't
say what I think?

You're right.

Sorry.

You want to know what else I think?

I forgot. I have to get straight back to
Green Cable.

I have to bake a pie all on my own.
First time I've ever tried.

Secretly, you love him too.

Matthew? Matthew?

Oh, no, I'm all right. I'm fine, Miss
Anne. I was just joking like you.

Oh, please don't ever do that again.

I'm so sorry. Oh, jeez.

You know, I was just going to go and
pick some puffballs. Why don't you come

with me?

Yeah, I'm the only one that knows where
they grow, and I'll share my secret with

you.

Yes, let's go.

All right, here we go.

Come on.

You like the forest, don't you?

Mm -hmm. Oh, I surely do.

What exactly is a puffball?

Oh, it's...

Kind of a giant mushroom.

You cut it up in little pieces and fry
it in lots of butter. Why, there's

nothing more delicious in the whole
world.

Yes, sir.

Here we are.

Now, remember this old tree.

Just a little way to go now.

What's the matter?

It used to be here.

No, no.

Maybe... Oh,

I know where it is now.

I know. Come on.

Maybe we should go back.

Let me think.

Matthew. What?

Matthew. What?

I know the way back. What?

To the path.

Matthew.

We can go back. I know the way.

Can I show you?

Yes.

Yes, please.

Oh, good.

Of course I am.

And we can try it again tomorrow.

Now listen to me.

You know, I think maybe we ought to keep
all of this under our hats.

You know, it's never a good idea to
upset Mirella.

What say you?

I do wish I could have had the headache
for you, Marilla.

I would have enjoyed it joyfully for
your sake.

Yes, I've no doubt you would have. You
know what I would have enjoyed more?

A nice warm piece of pie.

Unfortunately, when I got home, I found
it burnt to cinders.

Oh, golly, I knew something was missing.
I felt it instinctively. Something

missing?

Anne Shirley, when you have obligations,
you must learn to keep your mind

focused. Sometimes... I'm reprehensible.
I can't seem to help it. It's as if

there's another Anne inside of me. I'm
certain that's why I'm so troublesome.

If there was just one Anne, it would be
ever so much more comfortable.

Then life would only be half so
interesting.

Interesting is not important. What's
important is to be sensible.

Merle, I'm so sorry about the pie.

And with my whole heart upon my oath, I
swear I'll become more sensible.

sooner than later, I hope.

Who belongs to this corpulent Macintosh?

It's mine, sir.

I'm the one who dropped it.

Class, what is my rule?

No food in the classroom until lunch.
And?

Gilbert, go to the blackboard. Fifty
times, I will not bring food into class

until lunch.

Open your readers.

The next step in our examination of the
text, figurative language.

Metaphor, similes, when something is,
something else.

Mr. Blight, do you find something
amusing?

No, sir.

There is nothing funny about disregard
for the rules. Without rules, there can

be no civility. Can your little brain
grasp that?

Yeah, sure.

Go on.

It's only fair. What?

No, I... Both of you return to your
seat.

Speak with you.

What's the matter?

I do still want to be sensible.

Really, I do.

In just a few weeks I'll be 13 and I'll
make better choices if I become more

sensible.

Yes, you will.

But... There's no but about it.

What is the matter, child?

Secret being sensible?

Well, that all depends.

Why don't you stop beating around the
bush and just come out with it?

Scholars, it is my unfortunate duty to
inform you that I will be leaving your

beloved school.

In fact, the day will be my last in
Avonlea.

Yes,

the time has come for us to part.

And parting is such sweet sorrow that I
shall say it now rather than on the

morrow.

And if I should have another life to
live, I would gladly lay it down for

Avonlea.

The fairest village in all sweet Prince
Edward's realm.

The time has come for us to part.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.

If I could have any other life to live,
I would gladly lay down for Avonlea. My

dear, your scholars, thank you.

Wait.

unfair, and far too cruel.

No.

Beats you to the crossroads.

Don't forget the cake.

And then go ask Muriel to help you pick
out something nice.

What kind of something nice?

Well, I don't know. You decide.

Well, you should be the one who decides.
Oh, I'm not good at that sort of thing.

If you don't know that by now, Matthew
Cuthbert, you've been spending too much

time in that barn.

Off you go.

Thank you.

Good morning, Matthew.

Indeed it is, Miriam.

Can I help you find anything in
particular?

No, no. Just snooping around. You know
how that goes.

Mr. Phillips, you're back, are you? Only
to fetch my mail, if there is any.

Yes, indeed there is.

From the Royal Bank of Canada.

I wonder what they have to say about
your application to the head office.

Young fellow, I'll have a word with you.

Oh, Mr. Cuthbert, just the man I'd hoped
to run into.

May I tell you what a privilege it has
been to know your aunt Shirley.

I only wish that my teaching could have
risen to the level of her ability to

learn. She's an exceptional child.

I know that in the years to come, she'll
make you very proud.

You mentioned you wanted a word.

No.

Yes, Mr. Phillips.

Only to say, I wish you all the very
best of luck.

Well, thank you, Mr. Cuffman. Thank you.

Ah, Muriel.

Matthew.

From Charlottetown.

Aunt Florence, I do hope there's no bad
news.

Oh, well, a little bit perhaps.

But by the end, I think it's a real
opportunity.

Why didn't you give it to me before?
Some people forget things, especially

people. Well, let me have it. Here.

Oh, it's from Aunt Florence.

Oh, Uncle Abner's finally passed away.

I never did care for the man.

Matthew! May he rest in peace.

Oh, she wants us to... I'm not doing it.

You're not doing what?

Read on, you'll see.

Read on.

She wants us to move to Charlottetown.
Charlottetown, I'm telling you right

I'd sooner be a knuckle picker in a
lofter shack and sleep in the swamp

I'd allow myself to get stuck in a big
city with this high opinion of myself.

You read my letter.

I never set a single eye on a word of
it. Well, how did you know what was in

then?

How do you think?

Muriel.

And Florence also said she was sorry to
learn of my disoriented behavior.

To what was she referring?

Marilla.

What is she referring to?

It was me, Matthew.

Come here, child.

Come,

please.

I'm

so,

so, so sorry, Matthew.

Now, now, Miss Anne, listen to me.

Listen. You did the right thing.

The sensible thing.

It was my stubbornness and pride that
got in the way.

It was not fair to put you in the
middle.

I betrayed you.

What?

Betrayed me? Miss Anne, you saved me
twice.

Once out in the forest, and then again
when you told Marilla about it.

Child, you can have no better friend
than one who tells the truth.

And I could not have a better friend
than you.

John Blythe's boy, isn't he?

I seem to remember you doing some play
-acting thing together, you and John.

Oh.

You know I never was the marrying type.

Uh -huh.

That took after his father, though.

You can see it in his eyes.

Uh -huh.

Go on.

Go make yourself useful.

Does anybody want some more cake? Yes,
please. Me. You. There you go. All

Ready? Yes, sir. Here we go.

I like pigs and horses, even milking
cows, but chickens are not my

favorite. I understand they're awfully
good roasted, but Father insists I try

myself, try roasting one.

But a man luring me a chicken?

I don't know.

Seems... What do you think?

I never heard Sid try sensible things.

I would try almost anything if I could.

I imagine you would.

My turn.

Are you ready, Josie Pye?

Yes. Here we go.

All right.

You watch, she won't be back.

Not the way she used to be.

Yes, she will.

Oh, my.

I see we're all well -behaved children,
but I don't believe it for a minute.

Plenty of time for well -behaving, not
enough for ordinary behaving.

I'm Miss Stacy.

I'm fair, but I don't suffer fools.

The first order of business every
morning is a brisk walk.

Everyone up, out of your seats. All of
you, follow me.

Breathe in the fresh air as you walk.

Breathe deeply, children.

Fill your lungs with the lovely
northwesterly winds blowing to us all

from the Arctic.

Can you smell the ancient ice, millions
of years old, where all the secrets of

our planet are frozen in time?

All right, gather round.

Excellent.

Excellent.

Now, stretch out your arms, hold hands,
and form a circle.

to exercise our anatomical parts,
forcing our blood to flow and our minds

think. And one, and two, and three, and
one, and

two, and three, and hold, et cetera.

But hark, the tramp of armed men, the
Douglas' battle cry. They come, they

and lo, the scowl of Ruth Ben's hollow
eye.

And swords are drawn, and daggers gleam,
and tears and words are vain.

The rufian steel is in his heart, the
faithful rithioth is slain. Then Mary

Stewart brushed aside a tear that
trickling fell.

Now from my father's arms, she said, my
woman's heart, farewell.

Bravo, and surely, bravo. Well done,
Anne.

I certainly hope this Mr. Allen fellow
is married.

It would never do to have an unmarried
minister in Avonlea.

He might marry in the congregation.

Wouldn't that be a fine kettle of
coffee?

No, the ideal combination for a pastor
is sound doctrine in the man and good

housekeeping in the woman.

You are a far -seeing woman, Rachel
Lynn.

I try, Marilla. Lord knows I try.

All things wise and wonderful, the Lord
God made them all.

The tall trees in the greenwood, the
meadows where

we play,

the rushes by the water we gather

every day.

All things bright and beautiful,

creatures great and small.

All things wise and wonderful, the Lord
God made

them all.

You're far too fashionable. It's
unseemly. Shush! My dear newfound

A very short while ago in Halifax, Mrs.
Allen and I debated where to spend our

honeymoon.

But in the end, we realized if there was
one place on this earth where all

things are bright and beautiful, it's
right here in Avonlea.

That's why we knew the perfect place for
a honeymoon was here with all of you.

The next morning, the king was joyous
that Daniel was still alive.

He ordered him taken out of the lion's
den.

Then the king looked Daniel over, and
there wasn't a bite mark or a scratch

found on his body.

And do you know why?

Because he trusted in God.

Very good, because he trusted in God.

And then do you know what happened?

All of Daniel's enemies, everyone who
had falsely accused him, were thrown

the lion's den with their wives and
children.

The lions ate them all.

Right down to the bone.

Golly, that's a good story.

Oh, I think I remember.

Ruby Gillis, right?

Yes, Ruby?

Will there be a Sunday school picnic
this summer?

I certainly hope so, Ruby.

I adore a picnic, don't you?

He's by no means perfect, but his
doctrine is sound.

And we can't expect a faultless minister
for $750 per annum.

But I do worry about his wife.

She seems awfully petite.

And I may say very young to be taking
over the mistresship of the man.

I think she's wonderful.

And she had such beautiful skin. I wish
I had beautiful skin. If I had, perhaps

I could influence people for good.

Mrs. Allen is always telling us you
should try and influence people for

She talks about everything so nicely.

I never knew religion could be such a
cheerful thing. I always thought it was

slow and melancholy.

But Mrs. Allen isn't like that at all.

I know if I could be more like her, I'd
be a better Christian.

Yes, well, I certainly look forward to
getting to know her better.

I suppose you must have the good pastor
and Mrs. Allen up to tea.

Oh, God, wait.

I suppose we must.

Perhaps next Wednesday.

Don't tell Matthew, though. He'll find
some excuse not to be around.

May I bake a cake for the occasion?

You know, I can make a pretty good cake.
Of course, I'd want your help to guard

my hand.

A very simple layer cake.

Oh, and you can make your bacon powder
biscuit and perhaps your plum preserves.

Oh, and whipped cream. I know for a fact
Ministers love whipped cream. Yes, they

love whipped cream.

One more week and I'll be 13.

Like you.

I'm so excited to be 13.

Do you like it, Anne?

Anne?

Oh, yes.

I'm sorry, I was just thinking about
Gilbert.

Why would you say that?

We spend our time with him now.

I don't.

Besides, if you must know, I was
thinking about my layered cake.

What if it doesn't rise or taste
horrible?

I would be so ashamed.

If I could never show my face at church
again, I'd have to become a druid and

live alone in the forest. Anne.

Anne.

You'll make a beautiful cake.

How do you know?

A fairy told me.

Oh Marilla, what if it doesn't rise?

Perhaps the baking powder isn't good.

Mrs. Lynn says you can never be sure
about getting good baking powder

with the government meddling, making
everything so adulterated. Oh my

plenty of food without it.

I know that.

Can I fix up the table with some ferns
and wild roses?

There's no need.

It's the edibles that are important, not
the trivial decor.

Mrs. Berry decorates her table.

I heard Mr. Berry say it's a piece for
the eyes as well as the palate.

I don't care.

Go ahead, do what you want.

Thank you, thank you.

Mind you leave room for the dishes.

Oh, my.

What a glorious arrangement.

It's all of Anne's doing.

I don't believe you've met my brother,
Matthew Cuthbert.

How do you do, Mr. Cuthbert?

Hello, Mr. Cuthbert. Matthew will do.

And how are you, Matthew?

I'm 76.

Please, thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you very much. Please.

Elijah's dead.

Did you?

Yes.

See you on Sunday, Matthew.

If you come here.

Okay. Oh, afterwards maybe.

Oh, wow.

She made that all by herself.

My goodness, what an accomplishment.

All right.

Okay.

Shall I be the first to try?

Yes, please.

Oh,

my, that looks delicious.

Thank you.

There you go.

Oh, look at this.

Is it all right?

Oh, yes.

Delightful. Ever so... And surely.

What on earth did you put in this cake?
Please don't have any more of that.

That's the most dreadful thing I've ever
eaten in my life.

I'm sure it's scrumptious.

Oh, you stay out of it. What did you put
into it?

I only added vanilla.

Marilla, it must be the baking powder.

You remember what Mrs. Lynn said about
baking powder? Baking powder?

Fiddlesticks. Go and show me the bottle
you used.

Oh, I'm sorry. That's not fit for the
animals. Now,

Marilla.

And surely you have flavored your cake
with anodyne liniment.

Could you not at least have smelled it?

Anne,

won't

you please come back downstairs and join
us?

It's impossible.

No, no.

Not good for a child to cry so.

And I'm to blame, too.

That old liniment bottle broke and I
took what was left of it and poured it

the vanilla bottle.

It doesn't matter.

I'm disgraced.

I'll never be able to live it down.

I just know how I feel.

The boys at school never stop laughing
at me.

I could never show my face to Mrs. Allen
again. She probably thinks I tried to

poison her.

Oh, Marilla, won't you please tell her I
did not try and poison... Suppose you

jump out of that bed and tell her
yourself.

Oh, my dear.

It's just a silly mistake anybody could
have made.

Oh, no, Mrs. Allen.

It takes only me to make such a blunder.

I can't go a day without making a
mistake. Isn't that so, Marilla?

You do have a beat for it.

Come along now. Come along.

There is one encouraging thing about me.
More than one, I expect.

I never make the same mistake twice.

I'm not sure that's a benefit.

When you're always making new ones.

Oh, but don't you see, Marilla? There
must be a limit to the amount of

a person can make. And once I get to the
end of them, then I'll finally be

through with them.

Pray for the day.

Happy birthday, dear Diana.

Happy birthday to you.

One, two, three.

Perfect. Okay.

And there we go. Perfect, darling.

Isn't she wonderful?

girl who could walk the ridgepole of a
roof.

Really? Yes.

Really? That's a good idea.

Let's see you do it.

I would, but it's not my turn.

I dare you to walk the ridgepole.

No, Anne, you don't have to. Oh, yes,
she does.

It isn't fair to dare anybody to do
anything so dangerous.

Scaredy cat?

I'm no such thing.

Please, Anne, no, don't do it. It's not
worth it.

I shall walk the ridge, pull or perish
in the attempt.

If I died tragically.

Anne,

be careful.

And surely... Miss Barry.

Why did you ever agree to accept that
dare?

My honor was at stake.

Honor?

You believe honor is the highest virtue?

Of course.

You don't?

In my book, loyalty trumps honor.

Why? I dare, if we don't know where our
loyalties lie, how can we make a

difficult choice?

And of all sins, the most difficult are
the besetting ones.

They're the sins committed out of habit.

They're stubborn and hard to lose.

Can anyone give an example of a
besetting sin?

I don't know what they are, but I'm sure
I have them.

Yes, Anne, most probably you do.

Most probably we all do.

What they come from is too much thinking
about yourself.

And what they usually do is hurt the
ones you love most.

In order to overcome them, you need to
learn to love yourself less and deny

own desires.

Dearest, merciful God in heaven, please
help me. Oh, by the way, me and Shirley.

Please help me overcome my besetting
sin.

Help me become a sensible child.

I know I must limit my imagination.

Pay more attention to my duties and
obligations.

Oh, Lord, most high, I do so, so, so
want to be sensible.

As Marilla says, sooner than later.

Please bless Matthew and Marilla and
Harry and the pigs.

Maybe don't mind, not the chickens.

Sincerely and surely.

Oh, and amen.

Miss Stacy gave us an assignment to
write about the most remarkable person

ever known or heard about.

Can you imagine being so remarkable that
one day children write about you?

No, I can't.

Now, you remember that Matthew and I are
spending most of the day in town

tomorrow.

As soon as I finish my chores, I'll
spend the rest of my day on my

Well, we're going to be quite late. Do
you think you might be able to make the

dinner without burning the house down?

I worried it was crowded in town this
afternoon.

That's why we live out here.

And why we're staying out here. Oh,
shush.

Whoa, boy.

Whoa, Harry. Good boy.

Come on, Harry. Be patient.

I'll get you a hitch directly.

Al?

Time for bed, Harry.

Been a long day for... Matthew!

Coming!

What's happened?

Why the alarm?

Apparently while we were out, a peddler
stopped by Green Gables.

Just look what this child has done to
herself.

Does this look like the work of a child
who's trying her very hardest to be

sensible?

No, Marilla, of course not.

I can't ever go out in public again.

No parties.

No playing with friends.

No school. No secret island.

Not even going to church. It's the end
of my brief, tragic life. Oh, of course

you do go on, don't you?

With good reason.

Well, there's no truth to that.

Miss Anne, one thing I don't understand.

I believe you'd see the cow kneel in the
barn before you'd find two cents around

here, so how did you pay for it? I
traded for it.

That so?

Traded for what?

A chicken.

Not one of the goodling ones, just that
old spotted one. You know, the one that

bites and hasn't laid an egg in three
months. Lord help us.

She was a terrible chicken.

It's hopeless, Marilla.

Anne! Anne, wait! Anne, what happened?
You were away from school for five whole

days. I wanted to be with you. I know, I
know, but it was so terrible.

Are you sick?

You must never tell.

What? What?

Marilla gave me a note from Miss Stacy.

Honestly, you must wear an oath to never
tell.

You look great.

Excuse me.

May I carry your book? Why would... Oh,
well, yes, Gilbert. Thank you.

I'm sorry about what happened.

Whatever it was.

Thank you.

Remind us by ask what... But it's all
fine now.

Oh.

It turned out Euclid is pretty
interesting.

Yes.

I pray

him,

send a sudden angel down to seize me by
the hair and bear me far, and fling me

deep in that forgotten mare.

among the tumbled fragments of the
hills.

So groaned Sir Lancelot in remorseful
pain, not knowing he should die a holy

man. The end.

I told you.

But I don't mind if you imagine it.

I think imagination is the most
attractive quality.

Do you think life back then was more
complicated than now?

Well,

no, yes. I mean, that's what I used to
think, but no, I'm not so sure.

Appreciate the business, Andrew.

Hand fed and loved from the moment it
was born.

See you next month.

Thanks again, Andrew.

Hello, Miss Anne.

Something wrong?

I don't care to be 13.

Oh?

It's much more complicated than even I
imagined.

And that's saying a lot.

Yes, it is.

Do you remember being 13?

Well, I'm... You know, I guess I don't.
But according to Marilla, boys don't get

much older.

I guess it's different for girls.

I believe you're right about that.

One part of me wants to be 12 again.

And the other part... I don't even know
what the other part wants.

I see.

Matthew, how can I know what the right
thing to be or do is?

Come here, sweetheart.

I've never told anyone this.

But sometimes, when I walk along the
shore and listen to the ocean, or if I'm

real still and quiet in the forest, very
often, I hear a tiny voice

deep inside, just a whisper.

It tells you what to do?

Well, no.

Not exactly, but every now and then, it
makes a small suggestion.

We can dramatize it.

Put on a show for our friends and family
and Miss Stacy and the pastor and Mrs.

Allen.

We should play a part. What do you
think?

The whole poem?

No, just the last section with Elaine
and Lancelot. Well, I heard Mrs. Lynn

play acting was all stuff of nonsense.

Mrs. Lynn is no judge of the passionate
arts.

Anyway, who will play Elaine?

I think Ruby. Her hair is perfect.

Oh, I would rather be Lancelot.

Okay, then should be you or Diana?

Oh, if I were to play dead, I'd actually
die of fright.

Besides, I would rather play the
pathetic morning father.

Or, I know, Queen Guinevere.

You must be Elaine.

Yes, you must.

It's ridiculous to have a red -headed
Elaine.

I don't mind playing dead and floating
down the river to Camelot, but Elaine

fair and had flowing golden hair all
streaming down like Ruby.

Besides, Elaine was a lily maid.

It's impossible for a red -haired person
to be a lily maid.

Well, I think you're just as fair as
Ruby.

And your hair's come back ever so much
darker since you cut it.

Do you think so?

Mm -hmm.

Do you think?

I only wonder.

Is it dark enough to be considered
Auburn?

Oh, yeah.

It's a four.

Huh? Seven minus three, it's four.

Of course it is.

Modern needles are impossible.

Thank you.

He needs must follow death who calls for
me call and I follow I follow

I can get to ride mine, and I'm
Lancelot.

Oh, we haven't decided who's king.

I can be him instead of Sir Gowan.

I'm ever so much better when I'm not on
horseback.

You can't play a king.

Yes, I can. You'll see.

Look.

You see?

It's perfect for a date.

And we'll have a piscinium, and curtains
on each side, and everybody can sit out

here on the grass.

We must be waterlogged by now.

To float down to the end of the lake
would be ever so dramatic.

Well, what about Miller's Creek?

Well, the water's slow in the summer.

It's still dangerous, and it's starting
to rain.

Ruby, you're so... What?

Never mind.

Let's go find out.

Sometimes girls can be crazy.

Gittery is pickle fish.

See, I told you.

Elaine the fair.

Elaine the lovable.

Elaine the little native afterlock. High
in her chamber. In the tower.

Matthew?

Matthew?

Matthew?

We had that sex, remember?

Of course I remember.

Of course I have it, though.

Come on, go back to bed.

Stop following me around.

Dear Heavenly Father, I'm not sure if
it's allowed to pray twice in the same

night, but I'm hoping it is, because
what I want to ask is if it's not too

of a bother.

Please make tomorrow sunny and pleasant,
sincerely and surely.

Amen.

Good afternoon, John.

Lovely to see you.

Good afternoon, Marilla.

With the missed opportunity, and it was
a long time ago, don't bother about it

now.

Hello, Marilla. Hello, Reverend Allen.

Hello, Reverend Matthew.

Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert, this is
Miss Stacy.

Oh, you're the new school teacher.
Anna's told me all about you. I'm very

to meet you.

Night was I, Elaine, the maid of
Astelot, of who dreamed my night, the

night of all.

I know not what true love is, but if I
know, then if I love not him, there is

none other who I can love.

That was the mouthful.

Meanwhile in Camelot, where Lancelot was
taken and now lay wounded, all

ears pricked at once, all tongues were
loosened. The maid of Astelot?

loves Sir Lancelot, and Sir Lancelot
loves the maid of Astalot.

In secret, Guinevere loves Lancelot, and
she felt a knot climb in her throat,

and with her feet unseen, she crushed
the wild passion out against the ground.

The very notion sealed my breath,
although I have no claim.

Not even my king. Oh, my king.

My Lancelot, thou in whom I have most
joy and most affiance, who could have

loved the fair maiden who could have
brought thee?

Now a lonely man, wifeless and heirless,
noble is you, sons

born to the glory on thy name and fame.

But nay, you do not.

Forever you shall be my knight, the
great Sir Lancelot.

of the lake i am bound to thee my king
this is my oath and my oath my life

meanwhile and asked a lot i feign would

follow love if that could be if knees
must call for death who calls for me

and i follow i follow let me die

in Camelot, Sir Lancelot leant against a
high window.

Far beneath his eyes, unknown and
unobserved, slowly passed the barge on

the lily maid of Astelot lay, smiling
like a star in blackest night.

No! Stop!

Look! Something's wrong!

There's a current in the lake. The rain
last night must have raised the water

level.

You said it's the Miller's Creek.

Oh, come on, Charlie. You stay there.

Push off! Push off! Pushing!

I'm coming in. Hold on. Don't worry.

It's cold.

It's so cold.

I know it's cold. Just be careful. Don't
slip.

Almost there.

I'm slipping.

Almost there.

I'm slipping.

I'm slipping.

I'm almost there.

I'm slipping.

At your service, Miss Shirley. Thank
you, Gilbert.

That's the most, the nicest.

I'm not sure what it is.

You saved me.

My honor to oblige, Miss Shirley.

One will do.

And Shirley, are you there?

Down here, Father.

And safe.

It's Gilbert.

We've gone too far.

Gilbert Blake, I'm forever in your debt.

Thanks be to goodness for that.

She's a good boy, your Gilbert.

And your Anne.

All's well that ends well.

Even so, I can't be such good friends
with you anymore.

I beg your pardon?

I'm sorry, Gilbert.

It's difficult being 13.

For me, for a girl, it's extremely
complicated, but loyalty conquers all.

Loyalty to what? You make no sense.

No. For the first time in my life, I'm
being perfectly sensible.

That's not fair.

Anne, if you do that, I swear I'll never
speak to you again.

Do you hear me?

I mean it.

Howling bear.

Miss Anne?

Come in, Matthew.

Everything all right?

Oh, yes.

I told Marilla I've been foolish for the
last time.

Upon my oath from this moment forward,
I'll be completely and utterly sensible.

Isn't that splendid?

Oh, yes.

Yes, it is.

What?

Well, in my opinion, it's all well and
fine to be sensible, but don't lose the

romance, Miss Anne.

Don't ever lose that.

Night.