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Matthew Cuthbert.
- I can fix that.

Put that out of your mind.

Marilla, please.
I'm not an old stumper.

Tomorrow I have to go to the city.
I'll send that carpenter, Wallace, well.

Ah, come. Matt Wallace can still
do not hit the nail directly into the wall.

Just come back to bed.
Good night everyone.

You go to bed too.
- I am going already.

Good night.

Re-mine time.

Oh dear.

Here I am.

Here.

Here I am.

Matthew, what are you doing?

The ladder has fallen. If you like that
want to put down, I'll be fine.

Hold on. I'm going to get help.
- All right, soon.

Old goat.

Bye, Marilla.

Anne and I are soul mates.
Thank you.

Heaven help us.

There is nothing wrong with me.
Do not be angry.

I do my best to be a model student
to be like Minnie Andrews.

But she is so boring and narrow-minded.

She has no imagination whatsoever
and she never has an idea herself.

The only thing she always says is:
'I agree with that.'

Anne Shirley, if you don't say anything nice
about someone, then don't say anything.

Good.
I'll think about it.

Oh yeah.

Josie Pye can sing very well.
Much better than I could have ever imagined.

And Gilb ...
I mean...

We all think that Mr. Phillips
is very sad about something.

Oh yeah?
- Why does everyone think so?

We are sometimes pretty stupid. Especially me.
- You are not stupid. Button that in your ears.

Did you ever have geometry at school?

I wouldn't ...
- You didn't have that.

That's too bad,
because then you would sympathize with me.

You can't really sympathize with anyone,
if you have not experienced it yourself.

Geometry casts a dark shadow
all my life.

I'm such a fool too.
Even Mr. Phillips says so.

What?

It does not matter.

If someone does it badly, it does him
that hurt. Certainly if it is math.

I don't understand a ball of geometry.
- What nonsense.

I'll go talk to that man.
- Take it easy, Matthew Cuthbert.

From fear and shame
a child will not learn better.

Worse than a twist around the ears.

They need inspiration and stimulation.

You have never been so talkative.
- What?

You talk too much.
Finish your plate.

It's easy. If you want,
I'll explain to you after class.

Thank you, Ruby.

When I am 15
I have many worshipers.

How do you do that?

I mean...
How do you know what you know?

I have six older sisters.
- What do they say?

About what?
- Come on.

The secret of the world.
That's what they called it.

Continue.
- You have to tell us.

You must never show it
that you make too much effort.

Anne is very good at that.
- In which?

Well?
- Nothing.

I have to go. See you tomorrow. Day.
- Day.

What's up, Diana?

What am I good at?
I want to know.

I mean you don't try anything
with Gilbert.

I know that sometimes he does
but he's really a good boy.

Who is first.
One two Three.

That's not fair.

Come with me.
Then we can make fudge.

How nice.

Hey babe.
What a sweetheart you are.

Mother, look who's there?
- Bye, Mrs. Barry.

Anne, honey.
How nice that you are here.

Extend your arms
and turn around.

Are you two enjoying yourself
to work.

I have put all the ingredients on the table.

And for God's sake don't let it burn.

Like the regular?
- Yes.

We are almost done.
- That's enough.

I know another funny story.

And then we could throw everything away.

But that didn't matter.
We enjoyed making it so much.

And when I left, we threw
kiss each other ...

... until I walked down the steep path
and could not see their beautiful home.

How can I remember that?
I already know.

I come up with a new, special prayer
in honor of that event.

Ideal.

Hopefully you do not cherish hope
ever find work ...

... at a leading company.

When I worked at the Royal Bank ...

... they didn't have a big cap on
of bad students.

You can do a secretary
or become a bank clerk.

But for a decent life
to build...

... you will do your best
must do.

Do you understand me, students?
- Yes, Mr Phillips.

VERY GOOD

VERY GOOD

Marilla?
- Here.

Hello, Matthew.
- Hello, Miss Anne.

Was it fun at school?
- Yes thank you.

God, child anyway.
Calm down.

Marilla, there is a wonderful miracle
happened.

Tell me.

Your little Anne falls after school tomorrow
share the honor ...

... to spend the night
in the home of Miss Diana Barry.

And the invitation
came from Mrs. Barry personally.

You will have to decline that honor.

Don't start with all your ...

You know how you sometimes behave.
Little girls belong in their own bed.

I'm not a little girl.
I am almost 13 years old.

What's up?
What do you think about it?

I think you should let her go.

Who is raising that child, you or me?

You do that.

Do not interfere with it.

Wait a second. You can't say
that I interfere.

Finding something about it is something else
then you interfere.

And I think you should let Anne go.

You might even find me her
must go to the moon.

She doesn't want to go to the moon at all.

And stay up all night?
That is good for children, but not really.

If she lacks sleep, she is in for a week
with all kinds of nonsense in her head.

Trust me, I know what's best
for the child.

Really?

Have you been listening?

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

Because of me you are arguing now.

We don't have a fight at all.

We grumble at each other.
We always do that. Don't you think, Matthew?

Like a bunch of grunts.

But you are right, Marilla.

I am a naughty child and I know ...
- Enough now.

I'm going to freshen up before dinner.

Old goat.

Is it really allowed?
Thank you.

Here, take this one.
It belonged to my mother.

He smells like ...

...a town.

My mother was very fond of New England.

Thank you, Marilla.

You are always too nice to me
if I'm such a bother.

Stop it anyway.
Here.

Go ahead.
Put your things in it.

And don't forget to pray.

Someday I will travel around the world.
At least I'm going to Italy.

Of course I have to
to Paris and London.

I prefer to ride an elephant
in India ...

... and experience adventures in the East.
Can you imagine how I ...

Anne, now that I am thinking about it.

Diana's aunt, Josephine Barry,
is visiting the Barry's.

She is very old and very rich ...

... and Mrs. Barry would like to
stay on good terms with her.

Do you understand what I mean?
- Yes, Marilla.

I will behave very well.

And don't forget your homework.
- No, Mr. Phillips.

We're going to have so much fun.

Do you want to take a different path?
- Where to?

To my house.
- Which other way, I mean.

A shortcut through the forest.

Josie Pye says it's haunted here,
but I don't believe her.

You do?
- Of course not. Come on.

This path is darker
then i can remember.

Maybe we should walk a little faster.
- A good idea.

Don't you know the way?

This path is ...
- Is what?

Unlike what I remember.

This is how you go to Green Gables ...

... and that path leads to my house.
- Sure?

Sure.

What is it?
- Nothing.

We can just pretend.
- Like what?

As if it is the White Lady.

See how she squeezes her hands together?

That is her harassing lament
for her murdered child.

Anne, stop it.

That's just the wind in the ...

I think we can do better ...
- Me too.

What is this all about?
Have you already canceled your prayers?

Amen.
- All right, girls.

Is everything all right with you?
- Yes, mother.

You have hardly eaten a bite.

Mrs. Barry, we are very tired.

I've never had so much fun
and had exercise.

Good night.
And do not chat when the light is off.

Do you think it was followed by us?

I'm freezing.

If you are cold,
is there a ghost nearby.

There is a window at the end of the corridor.
From there you can see the forest.

You go.
- I'm too scared.

Great grace.

How much is a dash?
- About two drops.

I ran into Mrs. Barry this morning.

Old Mrs. Barry is tonight
almost shocked to death.

Really?

What happened?

I accidentally got her
surprised in her sleep.

I warned you that way.
- She woke up in a bad mood.

Her mood can't be fooled.
She was terribly angry with Diana.

She would pay her music lessons,
but not anymore.

It is not Diana's fault.
I burst into her room.

Accidentally.

Josephine would stay a month,
but now she says ...

... that she wants to leave immediately tomorrow morning.

I'm such a bad luck too.
I'm always in trouble ...

... and then I drag my best friend along,
for whom I would even give my life.

Why does this always happen to me?

You are so careless.
- And impulsive.

You never think.
- Never.

But that is precisely the best thing.

If you have an idea in mind,
do you have to implement that idea ...

... because if you don't think about it anymore,
that moment is lost forever.

Don't you think so, Mrs. Lynde?

In such a dire situation
you can only do one thing.

I don't know what it feels like suddenly
wake up from a deep sleep.

I can imagine
that it was a big shock.

It certainly was.

Maybe you can also turn the other side
of the story.

An orphaned child for the first time
was allowed to stay with her best friend.

She is terrified of the horrors
from the dark.

She only wanders through the strange corridor
looking for the warmth of her bed.

Do you have imagination, Miss Barry?

Can you imagine how much sadness
make me such a mistake?

We have had problems before
with Anne Shirley, right?

That's right, Mrs. Barry.

What kind of problems?

She has served alcohol
during a children's party.

Are you serious?
- Unacceptable.

Did that happen by accident?

My life is a tragedy
full of painful accidents.

One accident after the other.

Anne Shirley, I think that's your claim
on compassion ...

... is just as strong as mine.

In that case, would you consider
to forgive Diana ...

... and stay in Avonlea for so long
if you were planning?

Diana will get her music lesson ...

... and I will gladly stay if you promise
come and talk to me every now and then.

Honey, I truly believe you
the first interesting person is ...

... that I got to know in Avonlea.

Puckle.

P-U-C-K-L-E.
Puckle.

That's right.

Cogglesome.

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

That is not correct.

This week's winner
is Gilbert Blythe.

You write L-E.

You write L-E.
- I know that, but I didn't say it.

Next time I win.
Just pay attention.

VERY GOOD

EXCELLENT

EXCELLENT

EXCELLENT

May I say how impressed
and happy we are ...

... with the academic progress
from Anne?

Gilbert, that's very kind of you.

I agree with that.
- Very nice, Minnie.

Shirley, it's not you there either
agree?

I understand that you are a tricky upbringing
have had and so ...

... but you can't get a shred of warmth
to thank Gilbert?

Thank you, Gilbert.

I learned so hard.
Yet I only have one good.

That is pretty good for you.
- That's no fun at all.

See you tomorrow.
- Bye.

Why are you being so mean
against Gilbert?

It's a nice boy,
but definitely not my type.

He is inhumanly mean.

Do you know what I think?
That he is in love with you.

Diana Barry.
Never say such a thing again.

You are my best friend ...

... but even you can't talk to me
about that terrible boy.

But I only tried ...
- I close my ears.

How can we be good friends
if I can't say anything?

You're right.
Sorry.

Do you know what else I think?

Gossie, I forgot
that I have to go to Green Gables.

I have to bake a pie on my own.
That will be my first time.

You secretly love him too.

Mel me everything is fine, Miss Anne.
I was just joking, just like you.

You should never do that again.
- Sorry. Oh dear.

I was just picking some fungi.
Why don't you come with me?

I'm the only one who knows where they grow.
I'll tell you my secret.

Yes we do.
- All right then. Come on.

Come.

You like the forest, don't you?
- Very.

What exactly is a fungus?
- That's kind of a big mushroom.

You cut it into small pieces,
after which you bake them in a lot of butter.

You can't find anything nicer anywhere.

Count on it.

Here it is.

Keep this old tree in mind.

It is not far anymore.

What is it?
- They were always here.

Or no, maybe it's ...

I know it again.

I already know.
Come on.

We better go back.

I have to think.

I know the way back.

To the path.

We can go back.
I know the way.

Shall I show you?
- What?

Shall I show you?

Yes please.
- Come on.

Nice.

Fine, yes.

Here it is, you see?

Are you OK?
- Of course.

We can try again tomorrow?

Listen.

I think we better get this
to keep among us.

It is not a good idea
to worry Marilla.

What do you think?

I wish I had the headache
could take over from you, Marilla.

I would like to suffer for you.
- I do not doubt that.

Do you know what I would like even better?
A nice, warm piece of cake.

But unfortunately, when I got home
the cake was completely burnt.

See, I knew something was missing.
I just felt that.

Something was missing?

If you have obligations, you must learn
focus on that.

Sometimes I can be blamed for something,
I can not do anything about that.

As if there is another Anne in me.
That is why I am such a difficult child.

One Anne would do everything
make it that much easier.

But then it would live
not that exciting.

That is not important at all. You should
be wise, that's important.

Marilla, I am very sorry
of the cake.

I swear from the bottom of my heart
that I will become wiser.

As soon as possible, I hope.

It comes from Gilbert.

Who owns this voluminous apple?

It's mine, sir.

I dropped that apple.

Class, what's my rule?

No food in class until the lunch break.

Anne, Gilbert, to the blackboard.

Fifty times: 'I can't eat in class
have until the lunch break. "

Open your book.

The next step in our text analysis
is figurative language.

Metaphors, similarities,
if something else means something.

Mr. Blythe, what's so funny?
- Nothing, sir.

There is nothing fun
to the contempt of the rules.

Without rules there is no civilization.
Does your little ball understand that?

Yes sir.

Go ahead.

That is so fair.
- What?

No me...
You can post back to you.

What a jumble.

Within.

Can i talk to you?

What is it?

I really want to be wise.
Really.

I will be 13 in a few weeks
and then I will make better choices ...

... when I get wiser.
- You certainly will.

But...
- There is nothing to be had.

What is it, child?

Is it wise
to keep a secret?

It depends on.

Why do you keep revolving around it?
Just tell me.

It's about Matthew.

Come here.

Students, it is my unpleasant duty
to tell you ...

... that I'm leaving your nice school.

Today is my last day in Avonlea.

It is time for our roads to separate.

Saying goodbye hurts so much
that I am telling it now and not tomorrow.

And if I had been granted another life ...

... I'd love to sacrifice that
for Avonlea.

The most beautiful village in the beautiful empire
from Prince Edward.

It's time to say goodbye.
- Saying goodbye hurts so much.

If I have been granted another life ...
- I'd like to sacrifice that for Avonlea.

Dear students, thank you.

Wait.

Are we not unfair and far too mean?

Who is first at the intersection.

Don't forget the cake. And leave Muriel
help you find something nice.

Like what?
- I know a lot, you pick something out.

You must decide.
- I'm not good at things like that.

If you don't know that now,
have you been in that shed too often?

Go now.

Thank you.

Good morning, Matthew.
- That's for sure, Muriel.

Are you looking for something in particular?

No, I'm just looking around.
You know how that goes.

Bye, Mr. Phillips. There you are again.
- I'll come and get my mail, if there is one.

There is indeed mail for you.
From the Royal Bank of Canada.

I am curious what it says
about your application at the head office.

Young man, I want to talk to you.

Mr. Cuthbert, I was hoping
that I would come across you.

I will tell you, it was a privilege
to have known your Anne Shirley.

I wish I could teach as well
if she can learn.

She is an exceptional child.

I am sure they will see you in the future
very proud.

You wanted to talk to me.
- No. Yes, Mr. Phillips.

I just wanted to wish you all the best.

Thank you, Mr. Cuthbert.
- No, thank you.

From Charlottetown.

From Aunt Florence. I hope so
that it is not bad news.

Maybe a little bit.

But eventually
is it a good chance to ...

Why do I only get it now?

You sometimes forget something.
Especially when you are old.

Let it read.
- Here.

From Aunt Florence.

Uncle Abner died anyway.
- I never liked him.

Matthew.
- He rested in peace.

She wants us to ...
- I will not do it.

What are you not doing?
- Read on and you'll see.

Then read.
- Whether we come to live in Charlottetown.

I'm telling you this. I'd rather pick meat
from the scissors of lobsters ...

... and I'd rather sleep in a swamp
then in such an arrogant big city.

You read my letter.
- I have not seen a letter.

How did you know what it contained?
- What do you think?

Florence was also sorry she had to hear
of my confused behavior.

What did she mean by that?

What does she mean by that?
- It's my fault, Matthew.

I broke my promise.

I told her.
I'm so sorry.

Come on, child.

Come.
Please.

I'm really, really sorry, Matthew.
- Calm down, Miss Anne. Listen up.

Listen. You did the right thing.
- A wise decision.

My stubbornness and my pride
stood in my way.

It was unfair for you
to put in between.

I betrayed you.
- What? Betrayed Me?

Miss Anne, you saved me twice.

First in the forest and then
when you told Marilla.

Child...

... your very best friend is someone
who speaks the truth.

A better friend than you
I cannot wish for myself.

Thank you.

Isn't that John Blythe's boy?

If I'm right, you and John have
played theater together.

You know I never wanted to get married.

He looks like his father.
You can see it in his eyes.

Come on, make yourself useful.

Does anyone still like cake?
- Yes please.

You.
Please.

Good. Ready?
- Yes sir.

There we go.

I like pigs, horses
and even dairy cows nice ...

... but I don't really like chickens.
- Roast they seem to be delicious.

Father says I have to
roast a chicken yourself.

But a man roasting a chicken?
I do not know.

That's true...
What do you think about it?

You can try sensible things.
I want to try almost everything myself.

I'd like to believe that.

My turn.

Are you ready, Josie Pye?
- Yes.

Here we go.

Note that it will not return.
At least she will have changed.

She will be back.

I see you all
are good children.

And yet I don't believe it.

There is enough time to behave well
and too little time for normal behavior.

I'm Miss Stacey. I'm honest,
but I can't stand foolish.

We go every morning
take a fresh walk first.

Everyone get up. Out of your seats.
Allons-y. Following me.

Breathe in that fresh air.

Take a deep breath, children. Fill your lungs
with the fresh air of the North Pole.

Do you smell that for millions of years
old ice cream?

All the secrets of our earth
are frozen in it.

Come stand with me.

Fine.

Stick your arm out, hold each other's hands
and make a circle.

We're going to start now
with the physical exercises.

This makes our blood flow
and our brains start thinking.

And one and two and three.

And one and two and three and silent.

And so on.

"But you do.
The clatter of armed soldiers.

The battle cry of Douglas.
They come, they come.

And there, the look of Ruthven's empty eye.

Their swords drawn,
their daggers sparkle.

Tears and words are in vain.

The steel of the villain
is in his heart.

The loyal Rizzio has been beaten. "

Maria Stuart then wiped away a tear
that rolled down.

"Now, my father's arm," she said.

"My wife's heart.
Goodbye. "

All right, Anne.

Very nice.
- I agree.

Bravo, Anne Shirley.
Well done.

I hope that Mr. Allen is married.

An unmarried preacher
does not suit Avonlea.

Maybe he'll marry someone
from the municipality.

The ideal combination for a pastor ...

... is that he is apprenticed in a straight line
and that she does the household well.

You see things well, Rachel Lynde.

I'm doing my best, Marilla.
The Lord knows that.

She is way too fashionable.
That is unseemly.

Quiet.

My dear new friends.

Recently discussed in Halifax
Mrs. Allen and I ...

... where we have our honeymoon days
would spend.

But in the end we realized
that there is only one place on earth ...

... where it is beautiful and graceful:
here, in Avonlea.

The best place for our honeymoon days
is therefore here with you.

The next morning the king was delighted
that Daniel was still alive.

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

The king had Daniel investigated.

Not a single bite hit Daniel's body
and found no scratch.

And do you know why?
- Because he had trusted in God.

Very well.
Because he had trusted in God.

And do you know what happened then?
- No.

Daniel's enemies, everyone who has him
had falsely accused ...

... were thrown into the lion's den,
together with their wives and children.

The lions ate them all.
With skin and hair.

What a beautiful story.

I think I remember.
Ruby Gillis, right?

Will be coming this summer
also a picnic with the Sunday school?

I hope so, Ruby.
I love picnics. And you?

He was not perfect,
but he is apprenticed.

And for 750 dollars a year we can
do not expect impeccable minister.

I'm worried about his wife.

She looks rather slim
and she is still very young ...

... for the lady of the house
of the parsonage.

I think her is great.

She has such beautiful skin.
I wish I had such beautiful skin.

Then I could have a good influence
on the people.

Mrs. Allen always tells us that we
have a good influence on others.

She speaks so nicely about everything.

I didn't know that uplifting faith
could be.

I always thought it was so boring and melancholy.
But Mrs. Allen is very different.

If I were like that
I would be a better Christian.

I would like to get to know her better.

You could be the good pastor and Mrs. Allen
to invite to tea.

Is that allowed, Marilla?
Please?

I think so.
Maybe next Wednesday.

But close to Matthew,
otherwise he goes crazy.

Can I bake a cake then?

I bake very tasty cakes.
Of course I do need your help.

A very simple cake then.

And you can bake cookies
and maybe your plum jam.

And whipped cream.
Pastors love whipped cream.

Yes, they love that.

I will be 13 in a week.
Just like you.

I love it so much that I turn 13.
Do you like it, Anne?

Sorry I...
- Did you think about Gilbert?

Why do you say that?
- You treat him all the time.

Not.

But if you want to know,
I thought about my cake.

What if the cake doesn't rise
or if it tastes nasty?

I'd be ashamed of myself. Then I can
no longer show me in church.

Then I have to become a druid
and living in the forest on my own.

You will bake a beautiful cake.
- How do you know that?

I heard that from a fairy.

What if the cake doesn't rise?
Maybe the baking powder is not good.

According to Mrs Lynde, good baking powder is
hard to get ...

... because the government gets involved.
- We'll have enough without a cake.

I know that.

May I decorate the table
with ferns and wild roses?

It is not necessary. The food is important
not the insignificant adornment.

Mrs. Barry does decorate her table.

According to her, the table is a party
for the eye and for the mouth.

I do not care.

Go ahead. Do whatever you want.
- Thank you.

But leave space for the plates.

What a beautiful setup.
- Anne took care of that.

You know my brother,
Matthew Cuthbert, not yet.

How do you do?
- Mr Cuthbert.

Feel free to say Matthew.

And how are you, Matthew?
- I'm 76 years old.

Thank you.

Please, sweetheart.
- Thank you.

See you on Sunday, Matthew?
- If you come here.

Good.
- Maybe after the service.

She made it entirely herself.
- Heavenly love, what a feat.

Will I be the first to taste?
Please.

What does that look nice.
Thank you.

Please.
- Look at that.

Is it tasty?

Delicious.
And so too ...

What did you put in that cake?
Don't eat it anymore.

I've never had anything so terrible
ate.

I'm sure it's blessed.
- Mind your own business. What's in it?

I only added vanilla.

It is attached to the baking powder.
You know what Mrs. Lynde said.

The baking powder, what nonsense.
Let me see the bottle.

Sorry.
You don't even give this to the animals.

Calm down, Marilla.

Anne Shirley, you have completed your cake
with an analgesic oil.

At least you don't have that
can smell?

Would you please come down
and sit down at the table?

That is not possible.
I'm ruined.

Come on.
It is not good if a child cries a lot.

It is also my fault.

The old bottle was broken and the rest
I poured into the vanilla bottle.

That does not matter.
I have been disgraced.

I will never get over this.
I just know that Gil ...

... that the boys at school
will always laugh at me.

I can never face Mrs. Allen.

She probably thinks I'm her
wanted to poison.

Would you please tell her
that I didn't want that?

Why don't you get off the bed
to tell her yourself?

Honey, it was just a mistake.
That can happen to anyone.

No, Mrs. Allen.

Only I can hit such a mess.

Not a day goes by, or I will commit
a mistake. Don't you, Marilla?

You have a talent for it.

Come with me.

I do have one positive trait.
- Certainly more than one?

I never make the same mistake.

You don't get much out of it if you keep it up
make new mistakes.

Do not you understand that? Someone can only
make a certain number of mistakes.

And if I have achieved that number,
I no longer make mistakes.

Hopefully that day will come soon.

A FINE 13TH BIRTHDAY, DIANA

One two Three.

Well done.
Excellent.

And...
- And there it is. Excellent, honey.

Doesn't she do that great?
- Indeed.

Can we go outside?
- Why?

Let's go play there.

That's difficult.
- Walk.

Careful.
- Do not fall.

That wasn't even a challenge.
- I agree.

I know a girl who's about the point
can run off the roof.

Really?
- Yes really.

That seems like a good idea to me.
- Let us see it.

I'd like that,
but it's not my turn.

I challenge you
to walk over the tip of the roof.

No, Anne. You do not have to do it.
- She must do it.

It's not fair to anyone
to ask something that is so dangerous.

Fearful.
- I'm not scared.

Please don't do it.
- It is not worth it.

I'll walk over the point,
even though I didn't survive.

If I were to die tragically ...

Do not do it.

Anne, be careful.

It is not worth it.

Why the hell do you have
accepted that challenge?

My honor was at stake.
- Your honor?

Do you really think that honor
is the highest virtue?

Of course.

You not?

In my eyes, loyalty is superior to honor.

Why?
- If we don't know where our loyalty is ...

... how can we make difficult choices?

And the most difficult sins are those sins
in which we always expire.

Those are sins
that we commit out of habit.

They are rough and you hit them
but difficult to lose.

Can someone give an example
of such a sin?

I don't know what they are
but I am sure I commit them.

Yes, Anne. Probably.
All of us, probably.

They arise because we are too often
think of ourselves.

Usually those sins hurt them
who are most dear to us.

To resist those sins, you must learn
less to love yourself ...

... and set aside your own desires.

Dear gracious God in heaven.
Please help me.

By the way, it's me, Anne Shirley.

Will you help me with my persistent sins?
to resist.

Help me to become a wise child.

I have to have less imagination
and think more of my duties.

Lord Supreme,
I really want to be wise.

As Marilla says, as quickly as possible.

Please bless Matthew and Marilla,
Harry and the pigs ...

... but not the chickens.

Your sincere Anne Shirley.
And amen.

Miss Stacey has given us an essay
about the most special person ever.

Can you imagine that you are so special
are children ever writing about you?

No.

Matthew and I are tomorrow
almost all day in the city.

When I finish the household chores,
I do my homework.

It will be late for us.
Could you take care of dinner ...

... without the house burning down?

How busy it was in the city
this afternoon.

That is why we also live here.

That's why we stay here too.
- Quit it.

Stop it, boy.
Good boy, Harry.

Be patient, Harry.
I'll fix you.

It's bedtime, Harry.
It was a long day.

I'm coming.

What happened?
Why the panic?

Apparently there has been a pedlar
when we were gone.

Just look at the child
done to himself.

This looks like a kid that very much
does her best to become wise?

No, Marilla.
Of course not.

I can never show myself outside again.

No parties, no more games
with friends...

... no school, no secret island.

Not even going to church anymore.
This is the end of my tragic life.

You keep going.

Rightly so.
- You've got a point.

Miss Anne, I don't understand one thing.

I rather see the cow kneel in the stable
then you find money here.

How did you pay for it?
- I swapped.

Oh yeah?
- What did you trade then?

A chicken.

Not one that explains well.
That spotted.

That chicken that bites and has been for months
don't lay an egg.

God keep us.
- That was also a terrible chicken.

It makes no sense, Marilla.

Anne, wait.
- What happened?

You are not in school for five whole days
been. I wanted to visit you.

It was horrible.
- Are you sick sometimes?

You can never tell.
- What not?

This is a note for Miss Stacey.

Green hair? Exciting.
- Not really.

What has happened?

All right, but you must swear
that you will never tell.

Excuse me.

Shall I carry your books?
- Why...

Yes, Gilbert.
Thank you.

Very much that happened.
Whatever happened.

Thank you.
- Can I ask you...

It is all solved.

Euklides is actually quite interesting.
- I thought so too.

"I pray that He will send an angel to me
grab my hair and drag it along ...

... to put me in the deep,
forget to throw more ...

... amid broken rocks
of the hills. "

Thus repented Sir Lancelot sighed
in pain ...

... and he didn't know he was like
a saint would die.

End.

I would be a Camelot knight
want to be.

Then I win tournaments
and the Diamond of the Year.

That must have been very exciting.

Well if you are in a made-up story
want to live.

I think it's real life
even when it was very complicated.

I told you so?

I think so too.

But I have nothing against fantasizing.

Fantasy is the most attractive
property.

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

No. Yes. At least, I always thought so,
but now I don't know for sure.

Glad we could do business, Andrew.

Lined by hand and cared for with love
from birth.

Until next month.
Thanks again, Andrew.

Bye, Matthew.
- Bye, Miss Anne. Is something wrong?

I don't want to be 13 years old.

That is a lot more complicated
than I imagined.

And that means something.
- Absolutely.

Do you remember what it was like to be 13?
- Well, I ...

I don't think so, but according to Marilla
boys don't get much older than that.

It's different for girls.

You've got that right.

Part of me wants to be 12 again ...

... while the other part ...

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

How can I know what's right?
to be or to do?

Come and see me, sweetheart.

I have never told anyone this ...

... but sometimes when I'm on the water's edge
walk and listen to the sea ...

... or when I am very quiet
in the woods...

... then I hear a little voice inside.
It's just a whisper.

Does it then tell you what to do?
- No, not that.

But once in a while
does the voice make a proposal.

We can perform a play
for friends and family ...

... and for Miss Stacey,
the pastor and Mrs. Allen.

Everyone plays a role. Well?
- The whole poem?

No, only the last part.

Mrs. Lynde said play was stupid.
- Mrs. Lynde knows nothing about art.

Anyway, who plays Elaine?
Ruby has great hair for that role.

I'd rather play Lancelot.

All right, then you play Elaine, Diana.

If I have to do or die
I'm really dying of fear.

I also prefer to play
the pathetic, grieving father ...

... or Queen Guinevere.
You have to play Elaine.

Yes, you have to play her.
- An Elaine with red hair is laughable.

I want to die supposedly
and float in the river to Camelot ...

... but Elaine had blond wavy hair,
just like Ruby.

Moreover, Elaine was the girl
with the lily. She had no red hair.

You're just as blond as Ruby ...

... and your hair has become darker
since it was cut.

Do you think?

You think...
I just wonder ...

... my hair is dark enough
to be maroon?

Four.

Seven minus three is four.
- Of course.

Those modern needles are impossible.

Full of joy I would follow love
if that was possible.

If I have to, I will follow death
calling me.

Call me and I will follow you.
I'm following you.

Let me die.

Full of joy I would follow love
if that was possible.

If I have to, I will follow death
calling me.

Call me and I will follow you.
I'm following you.

Let me die.

Minnie, what are you doing?
- I'm on my horse.

I can't even ride my horse
and I am Lancelot.

We do not yet know who the king is playing.
- Perhaps instead of Sir Gowan.

I'm not that good on a horse.
- You can't play a king.

Yes, watch it.
- Look.

Do you see this?
A great place for a stage.

With a front stage
and curtains on the sides.

And everyone can sit in the grass.
- Look, our old raft.

It must now be permeated with water.

I would go to the end of the lake
can float. That would be pure drama.

And Miller's Creek?
- The water is low there in the summer.

It's dangerous and it's going to rain.

Ruby, you're such a ...
- What?

Never mind.

Let's take a look.

Sometimes girls do crazy things.
- And they are fast as fish in the water.

I told you so?

Blonde Elaine,
amiable Elaine.

Elaine, the lily girl of Astolat ...

... high up in her room
from the tower in the east.

We had that made. Do you remember?
- Of course I remember that.

The power of habit.
No more.

Go back to bed.

You must not follow me like this.

Dear Father in heaven. I do not know
if you can pray twice in one evening ...

... but I hope so, because I want to
if it's not too much trouble ...

... or you have a nice and sunny day tomorrow
want to make of it. Your Anne Shirley. Amen.

John Blythe.

Good afternoon, John. Nice to see you.
- Good afternoon, Marilla.

That was a missed opportunity, long ago.
Let it rest now.

Bye, Marilla.
- Mrs. Allen.

Pastor Allen.
- Matthew.

Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert,
this is Miss Stacey.

You are the new teacher.
Anne has told me a lot about you.

Nice to meet you.

Meanwhile, in Camelot, where Lancelot ...
- Look.

At our places.
Quick.

And I was right, Elaine,
the Virgin of Astolat ...

... who my knight dreamed of,
the greatest knight of all.

I don't know what true love is
but I know ...

... that if I don't love him,
can't love anyone.

That was a mouth full.

Meanwhile in Camelot,
where Lancelot was taken ...

... and where he lay wounded.

All ears were pointed,
all the tongues got loose.

The Virgin of Astolat
loves Sir Lancelot ...

... and Sir Lancelot
loves the Virgin of Astolat.

Guinevere keeps secret
from Sir Lancelot.

A button clawed in her neck ...

... and hidden from the others Stampte
she went into the wild passion.

The thought alone
takes my breath away ...

... though not anywhere
can claim.

Not even my king.
My king.

Lancelot.
My Lancelot.

You, whom I enjoy very much
and have a lot of faith.

You could have married the blonde Virgin
who could have brought you here.

Now you are a lonely man
without a wife and without an heir.

It is a noble cause, sons, born
to the glory of your name and fame.

But no, not you.

You will be my knight forever,
the great Sir Lancelot of the Lake.

I'm bound to you, my king.

This is my oath
and my oath is my life.

Meanwhile in Astolat.

Full of joy I would follow love
if that was possible.

If I have to, I will follow death
calling me.

Call me and I will follow you.
I'm following you.

Let me die.

Dear friends, goodbye.
Goodbye forever.

Meanwhile, in Camelot,
Sir Lancelot leans against a high window.

Floats far below his eyes
hidden from him and unnoticed ...

... slowly pass the boat on which
the Virgin of Asolat lay with the lily.

She smiled like a star
in a jet-black night.

No, stop.

Look.
Something's wrong.

There is a current in the lake.
The rain has pushed up the water.

She floats to Miller's Creek.
- Come on, Charlie.

You stay here.

Where is she?

Someone has to help her.

Come.

We are coming, Anne.

She is floating around the corner.
- Hold on, Anne. We are coming.

Push me away.
- All right.

Anne, I'm already here.

There is a shortcut.
This way.

I'm coming, Anne.

Help me.
Hurry up.

Gilbert.

Gilbert.
- I'm coming. Hold on. Do not panic.

Cold.
It's so cold.

I know.
Hold on. Do not let go.

Help me.
- I am almost there.

I'm sliding away.

I am almost there.
- I'm sliding away.

I am almost there.
- I'm sliding away.

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

That's the sweetest thing ...
I do not know exactly.

You saved me.
- It's an honor to serve you, Miss Shirley.

You can just say Anne.

Anne Shirley, are you there?

Here, father. Anne is safe.
- That's Gilbert.

We have gone too far.

Gilbert Blythe, I stand forever
in your debt.

Thank God.

A good boy, that Gilbert of yours.

Your Anne too.

All's well that ends well.

Still I can't make good friends
be more with you.

Sorry?

I'm sorry, Gilbert.

It's hard to be 13.
For me, for a girl ...

... it's all so complicated,
but faithfully conquers everything.

Loyalty to what?
I do not understand you.

For the first time in my life
I do something sensible.

That's not fair.

If you do this, I swear
that I will never talk to you again.

Do you hear me?
I really mean it.

Please.

Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Good night, old goat.
- You too, grumpy rep.

No, let it burn.
- Good.

Miss Anne?
- Come in, Matthew.

Is everything OK?

I told Marilla
that I will never do anything stupid again.

I swear from now on
just do sensible things.

Nice is not it?

It certainly is.

But?

I'm fine with it
if someone is wise ...

... but lose love
don't mind, Miss Anne.

Never lose sight of that.

Good night.