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Oh, Anne.

Oh, hello.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, look at you.

Oh, you haven't changed a bit.

Neither have you. I've been aching to see you.

I know.

Oh, no, don't. thank you for your help.

Alan? ha, ha, ha...

Seems like a hundred years since you sat behind us

in school pulling our pigtails.

Gosh, Anne, don't remind me.

Why is Alan...

Well..why?

He's well-paid, Anne.

I insisted Fred hire a driver,

'cause we have so many guests coming and going.

Spend your money on your family,

Diana, not on me.

You're family, Anne.

Besides, I have to spend the inheritance

Aunt Jo left me somehow.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Strange seeing so many young men in uniform.

Look it...

That's Charlie Sloane, and Wilf Bell.

It's like they're running off to a Sunday school picnic.

In six months this nonsense in Europe will be over

and we won't hear another blessed word about war.

Oh, Anne, we're going to have a fabulous holiday together.

Just like old times.

Yes.

Smell the air, Diana.

You find that sweet smell in Halifax.

In your letters you sounded

so happy about teaching in the Hopetown orphanage.

It must have broken your heart to say goodbye

to all your students after five years.

Let's go by Green Gables, Diana.

I've not been back since MARILLA died.

Imagine,

sheep on the main street.

The man has no sense at all.

Stop it, Diana, I'm dying

to walk anyway.

No, Anne.

You know Anne, Alan, she's so ridiculously impulsive.

Pull the car around to Green Gables farm, Alan.

She'll just be a moment.

Yes, ma'am.

Anne, wait...wait, wait.

A-Anne..wait, wait, wait.

I-I broke my heel.

I should have warned you.

Mr. Harrison's really let the place run down.

He rented it out.

Marilla and Matthew would be

heartbroken at this sight.

Hey, watch it.

Get out of the way.

Get back in here! Now!

You two want something?

I was raised in this house.

It was a beautiful home once.

This dump?

You've no respect for the lives that have been lived here.

Do us both a favour, scat.

Anne, Anne.

Let it go.

There's nothing you could have done.

Mr. Harrison's going to get a tongue-lashing

from me when I see him next.

Those were Marilla's June lilies.

They were beautiful once.

Leave it.

Ahh!

Go get 'em.

Give me your shoe!

Give me your shoe!

What? No!

Fetch!

My gosh, Anne that worked.

That was my favourite pair of shoes.

[ Laughing } I should have bought this place myself after MARILLA died.

I should have taken every penny I earned from my book

and my magazine articles and made this place mine.

Oh, Anne, don't try and rewrite the past.

Now, I want you to forget your troubles.

You'll be very comfortable living with us.

Aunt Josephine's money has left me without a care in the world.

Fred's the youngest manager in the history of the bank.

Isn't that right, darling?

My little inheritance hasn't hurt

his career either, to be sure.

If you call doing nothing a career.

You've managed our business affairs brilliantly, darling.

No, I just mind my own business.

Fred's so modest.

He's turned out to be a wonderful father

and a good husband, Anne.

Sarah.

Yes, Ma'am.

Please take the children upstairs now.

Come give Mommy a kiss good night.

Good night, Mom.

Good night.

Good night, sweetie.

'Night.

Come along then.

They do so prefer their father.

It's such a delicious evening.

Let's have our tea in the garden.

This house is so conducive to writing.

If you stay for the summer,

just think what fabulous ideas you'd compose.

That's a big if.

Diana, I don't...

Feel right intruding on your family.

What's the matter?

We have everything.

But he doesn't even kiss me good night anymore.

I'm sorry.

Well, haven't you tried speaking about it?

Oh, Fred was never a big conversationalist,

even when we first got married.

It's a different kind of silence now, though.

He's so preoccupied with the war.

That's the thing about staying engaged...

You and Gil never change.

That's probably because we never see each other.

If you put off your wedding any longer,

you're going to be an old maid, Anne.

Actually...

When Gil finishes his term at Bellevue hospital in August--

August?

How dare you deny me the pleasure of planning your wedding?

Let me finish.

I didn't say we're getting married in August.

We're going to choose a date--

Oh, Anne, don't be coy.

Oh.. You can move back right away.

Anne, life is going to be just the way it was when we were girls.

Sarah! - Should we consult Gilbert? - Sarah!

Anne and Gil Blythe are getting married!

And it's not going to be some shoddy affair either.

And Fred will help too.

Oh, oh...Please let him.

It'll be a project for the three of us.

Just one thing at at time.

We need to slow down and consult Gilbert too.

No, you let me talk to Gilbert.

We can start with sending him a telegram.

No.

Oh, how I've missed you all summer, Gil.

With perfect memories of days passed.

That'll be fine.

There.

...And memory of perfect summer days of old.

Our past, our friends.

Are you all right?

Nothing broken or bent, I hope.

Ha, ha, only my pride.

Oh, Gil, help me up.

I am, I am truly blind and a fool to boot.

Oh, if I were blind,

I should never forget the contours of your face.

Why didn't you let me know?

I wanted to see you face to face.

I have something to ask you.

- I do.

Let's go take a walk down the lane.

If Diana has her way, we'll be married by the end of the week.

We've been engaged so long,

figure people 'round here think we got married years ago.

Yeah.

What were you going to ask me?

I have a decision to make that may turn our plans upside down.

What?

Bellevue hospital has asked me to remain on staff for the year.

But we agreed that at the end...

Yeah, Anne I realize that...

This is a remarkable opportunity.

I know you've resisted coming to New York in the past...

You're asking me to go with you?

I couldn't bear another year without you.

I want to be with you too, Gil.

Then come with me,

right now and we'll go immediately.

...I couldn't be happy living anywhere else but here.

This is where I want to be.

So many memories locked up here.

I can't leave it alone.

I wish I could have done something.

This place is in both our souls, Gil.

I wish we could grow old together here.

Come on.

We've still got a few years ahead of us.

I'll go.

What?

To New York, I'll go.

Just to see if I like it first.

But promise me we'll come back to raise our family.

I promise.

New York is an exciting place for a writer.

All the best publishing houses

in the world are there.

Are you sure?

I'm only sure of one thing...

That I'm scandalously in love with you.

Come on, we better tell Diana and Fred,

before they start sending off all the invitations.

Well, this is it, Winfield Publishing.

Don't be nervous you'll be fine.

It's unbearable to have insignificance

ingrained into your very soul.

No -- Mr. Winfield, he's likely to reject my manuscript

like every other publisher I've been to this week.

This is a much smaller company,

and I doubt that he'd have brought you in for a meeting just to say no.

'Morning, sir!

I've made up my mind to go to my grave unwept,

unhonoured and unsung.

But not unpublished.

I'd like you to meet my fiancee Anne Shirley.

This is Dr. Powell.

An honour, Miss Shirley.

I very much appreciate the opportunity here, sir.

Your book is marvellous.

I've just seen old Winfield. he assures me he'll consider it.

It's the least I can do

for the fiancee of our most important young surgeon, uh?

Don't settle for anything less than 10% royalty from the old tyrant.

Excuse me.

I have an appointment to see a Mr. Palmer Winfield.

Name?

Miss Anne Shirley.

There's a Miss Shirley to see Mr. Winfield.

Those stairs to the 6th.

Thank you.

Ah, Miss Shirley.

Hello.

Sit down... If you will.

It's a lot of stairs.

How do you do, sir?

Oh, miserably.

Book sales are in a detestable slump.

The overhead of this organization is a can of worms.

This is Mr. Owen --

in charge of our fiction department.

Well, thank you both

so much for taking the time to meet with me--

Thank Dr. Powell.

He cut a tumour out of me once,

thereby prolonging my unfortunate existence.

Perhaps we should get down to

the short strokes, hmm, Miss Shirley?

We read the manuscript Dr. Powell submitted.

Lively and engaging, I suppose.

Yes, uh, you have some promise as a writer...

But not here.

I run a business, not a charity.

We've never published stories for young women.

Our specialty is adventure, detective novels and all manner

of books for a man's man.

However, since men are not buying

so many books now with the war on,

we really would like to develop women's adventures --

wanted to for years --

we need someone to apprehend writers and stories

that will appeal to women.

Well I can guarantee you I can smell a good book

before I even open the cover.

Yes, well now,

Mr. Owen is prepared to train you

in the position of a junior editor.

The process of finding material, however, is very subjective.

Oh, I can find writers that women will want to read,

as long as it doesn't preclude me

from submitting my own manuscripts amongst them.

Well, Miss Shirley, they would have to meet our criteria.

And what is that?

I've never published anything I didn't like.

And that's served me well for 40 years.

Oh, you'll like what I find, sir,

as much as you'll grow to have faith in me.

I'll find a small corner for Miss Shirley to work in, sir.

Come along, Miss Shirley.

There ought to be a desk

underneath all of that somewhere,

Our research department will find you lists.

Do what you can.

My office is right there.

Miss Shirley...please.

Oh, I'm sorry, I was just taking it all in.

Well, that is a portrait of Jack Garrison Jr.,

America's top mystery raconteur.

A half million copies of his espionage novels guaranteed

before he puts pen to paper.

Now, you'll have to find men who can write that way for women

or you'll be wasting your time.

Mr. Owen, I rarely waste my time.

Besides, if I thought only men could write for women,

I might not find anything interesting.

Hmm, yes, well, I should mention to you

that we have never published a female author...

Ever.

Oh, blast.

Allow me, doctor.

Ah, all right.

Finish up, Gil.

I want you in the board meeting in half an hour.

Certainly, I no longer have the fortitude to continue to serve

this institution, in light of my deteriorating eyesight.

This young fellow is the foremost surgeon in his class,

and I might add, in the entire institution.

He's been asked to stay on till the end of the year,

but he has the talent and the stamina to assume my duties

as a permanent member of the administration...

Within the month.

Well Sir, I am very flattered.

I just wish you hadn't launched this

without discussing it with me first.

I needed to know where the board stood.

I can't operate anymore, you know, lad.

The prognosis for glaucoma is abysmal.

You'll want to rise to the occasion

and follow in my footsteps.

Dr. Blythe, Dr. Blythe.

I don't know if you remember my wife.

Of course

We've been waiting eight hours for anyone to see us.

- The admitting nurse should assist you.

Mrs. Tweed, has your baby not turned?

I feel something's not right.

Ok, come on, let's sit down.

Mom, maybe you should walk.

Are you having rapid contractions?

- Are you ok?

Mrs. Cunningham, this woman is in labour.

See that she be admitted immediately.

She may require surgery.

You needn't concern yourself with indigent cases.

Let me speak to Dr. Moore in obstetrics.

Oh, I can speak to Moore.

But, sir, I am obligated to this patient

by virtue of having examined her in the clinic a week ago,

at which time I requested that

she be admitted into the hospital.

The delivery may be a footling breach.

If she continues in labour any longer, she may lose the child.

Choose where you use your scalpel.

Remember, we've scheduled Mrs. Hamilton this afternoon.

You just met her husband...

On the board!

I can't let her condition go unsupervised.

We can reschedule Mrs. Hamilton's gall bladder operation.

Excuse me.

Dr. Blythe?

Oh, he can't be disturbed.

Please take a seat in the waiting area, Ma'am.

Mr. Tweed...

Your wife is in stable condition,

but there was a problem with the baby's cord.

We did everything we could, but I'm afraid it was too late.

Too late -- we waited and waited.

I'm so sorry.

You heedless -

Take this man out onto the street.

Now come, come you three.

You call yourself doctors!

What happened, Gil?

Lost the baby.

A word with you, lad.

Get used to this, if you're to spend your lives together.

The woman came to us too late.

She should have been hospitalized a week ago.

Excuse us.

This is part of your lot as a surgeon.

There's some you can afford to save and some who...

This is a large institution.

You're what I was 30 years ago, Gil. - Think!

Think of the potential you have, the lives you should save.

Oh, take him home, woman.

Give him a good stiff drink of whiskey.

I feel like we've been walking in circles.

You can't expect life to be normal here, Anne.

I knew that when I agreed to come.

That's why I wanted you to promise me

that someday we'd go home to raise our family.

I don't think I can walk anymore

without something to eat, Gil.

I'm sorry.

How about I take you for a fine meal somewhere?

A wiener in a bun would be fine.

You know,

I forgot to ask you how things went for you this morning.

Two, please.

They... They offered me an important editorial position.

Doc Powell assured me that they were interested in publishing--

There you go, sir.

Could I have two for me please?

Yes, ma'am.

You've got to continue your own writing,

not working on someone else's material.

It's all right.

I really want this job.

I intend to have Winfield publish a book of mine

if it's the last thing I do.

Forever and forever.

Always Forever.

Now and Forever.

Forever Into Eternity, by Anne Blythe.

By Anne Shirley.

Forever Into Eternity.

You'll jinx yourself with insipid titles like that,

Miss Shirley.

Don't be embarrassed.

Half the people in this building are writing books

on their lunch hour.

You are...

Aren't you?

Jack Garrison.

It's, uh, it's a pleasure to meet you, um...

All Mr. Owen ever talks about is your latest manuscript.

A real page turner according to him.

That's one way of putting it,

seeing he hasn't even seen it yet.

Will you pass this material on to Mr. Owen?

It's the story outline of my latest book,

according to the terms of my contract.

Certainly.

My lawyer will follow up before I go to draft.

You know I have a few moments,

Why don't you tell me about your story?

Maybe I can help you come up with a decent title.

Well, um...

I haven't finished it yet.

I was hoping, if I came up with a really gripping title,

it might twig further ideas.

Oh, no, no, no, you're going about it all topsy-turvy.

You must absolutely always start with a firm premise

and a solid ending.

Well...actually, I do have that.

It's the story of a young teacher.

A missionary -- set in the him a lay as --

who tames the heart of a British Colonel.

Oh, please.

I don't mean to laugh,

but you got better ham in your sandwich.

Well, I've been reading all of your works.

And they tell me they want to find the female bookend to you.

And I'm also condemned as a hack in any literary circle.

Aim much higher creatively, if you want

my opinion, Miss Shirley.

Mr. Garrison's father was the top writer

in the firm for years before he died, Miss Shirley.

Luckily, young Mr. Garrison here has

followed his father's success.

No, true success requires passion and a vision,

not just dollars and cents, Mr. Owen.

Delightful as it has been, Miss Shirley,

I do hope we get to do this again.

Good day.

Good day.

Good luck.

This is the story outline...

According to the terms of his contract

he said you'll hear from his lawyer shortly.

Yes, I'm sure that I will. Thank you.

Why the long face, Miss Shirley?

Ah, this is very frustrating.

I misplaced something yesterday.

It's nothing really.

Well, you'd better put a smile on.

Mr. Winfield wants you up in his office immediately.

I'll be along in a minute.

Jeez...

Apparently Jack Garrison has taken quite a liking to you,

Miss Shirley.

Don't ask me what sort of antics he's up to now,

but apparently his lawyer has requested that you,

and only you, act as his editor for his new book.

So we'd like you to read the material

and then meet with him to discuss it, hmm?

I've never edited anyone's book other than my own.

Isn't there someone with more experience?

No, not really.

Besides, the material's unpublishable,

at least by this firm.

So we want you to meet with him, humour him,

but by all means, make clear to him in no uncertain terms

that unless he's prepared to deliver us a new adventure plot

instead of this...intellectual, political manifesto,

I'm going to drop him as an author.

Full stop, not another word.

Do we understand each other?

Isn't that rather drastic, sir?

This...

Will clearly articulate our position.

Are you sure I should be the one delivering this message?

Oh, yes.

Yes, Owen agrees that this is

the best way to keep the situation

cheerful -- so, off you go.

And remember,

we want adventure, not art.

Anne, by the way...

Don't you let him lay a finger on you.

We go through this ridiculous dance every year, Miss Shirley.

He believes he's writing the great American classic

or some such nonsense.

Good night.

And you are a valued employee, Miss Shirley.

Could you please ring Mr. Jack Garrison's room?

Tell him that Miss Shirley is here to meet him in the lobby.

Right away, Miss.

Mr. Garrison's room, please.

Hello, Mr. Garrison, there's a Miss Shirley here at the desk... to meet you.

Yes, sir.

As you wish, sir.

Mr. Garrison is, uh, indisposed at the moment.

He wants you to go up and wait.

He'll only be a few more minutes.

I'd prefer to wait here in the lobby.

He said he wasn't coming down.

It's the third floor, suite 308.

Oh, dear, I've disturbed you, Mr. Garrison.

I was told you were expecting me.

No need to apologize.

It's entirely my fault.

I, uh, I dozed off.

Why don't you come on inside

and you can give me Winfield's notes...

...and your own notes.

I'll wait out here in the hall, sir, while you read the letter.

It would be rude of me, to leave you in the hallway.

Please.

That manipulative old despot.

What were his exact words again?

I heard him say if you didn't deliver another adventure

instead of this political piece, you'd be dropped

by Winfield Publishing, full stop.

I've spent the better part of the bloody advance.

Well, it seems to me that one more book off the top of your head

is better than getting involved in some legal wrangle,

especially if they force you to give back such a large advance.

I just don't have it in me.

One more leads to one more,

leads to one...

This current piece is genius, sir.

But how can they possibly publish a chronicle

on the poverty-stricken of Mexico

living in the wake of Teddy Roosevelt's rough riders?

They can sell a telephone book with my name

and the right cover.

Books are packaged goods to them.

Sales are down with the war.

Your reading public is diminishing.

I could make up some excuse for you

if you need more time to reflect.

No, don't go, don't, don't.

I have a proposition for you.

Sit down, please...Sit down..

Mr. Garrison--

I haphazardly picked this up yesterday...

When we met.

I'm sorry.

I hope you don't mind, but I read it.

And I have to tell you how often I laughed

and cried.

You make me want to quit writing the junk I write for good.

I was looking everywhere for this.

I was moved despite myself.

Once in a lifetime you meet someone who you consider

is the kind of...

Creative individual that you wish you--

No.

I wish I could be.

Please, Mr. Garrison.

The compliment is a welcome tonic

for someone who's never received

the kind of success you have.

I suggest you decide what you want to do and get back to me--

Mr. Winfield.

Wait, wait - I haven't finished! Wait!

Miss Shirley, wait!

If you don't listen,

I'll jump.

I'll throw myself at your feet.

You're drunk.

Besides, people who do it never talk about it first.

No, don't!

Mr. Garrison, whatever it is,

your book is not a matter of life or death.

If what Winfield wants is the next female best-seller, it's you.

I'd would have to submit it under a pseudonym like--

- Let me submit the manuscript under both our names.

You're insane. Goodnight.

I'll jump unless you agree.

No, you won't, no, you won't.

No, don't, no, don't, don't!

Anne, you have talent, and I need a book. - Mr. Garrison please!

I'll guarantee you it gets published

you let me handle the whole thing with Winfield.

Besides, it's a wonderful book.

It will free me from the final spectre

of the Windfield's once and for all,

and get you the reading public you so richly deserve.

The honour would be entirely mine.

It will take me forever to finish the book... I...I...

That's only my first draft.

Let me be your editor.

And we'll submit it within a month.

All right.

I'll finish this draft and send it to you.

Good night, Mr. Garrison.

I'm in trouble. I need help.

Well, it is probably the most absurd scheme

you've ever attempted.

Thanks for your vote of confidence, Gilbert Blythe.

This chance, is once in a lifetime.

And what successful writer has ever written with a pinch hitter.

All writers have editors.

I gave him my new draft.

What if he doesn't like it?

And now I've been invited to a reception

at his family's estate.

I feel like a lamb being led to the slaughter.

No, don't desert me, please.

Take a deep breath.

Believe in your own ability.

Mrs. Lynde did say I had the nerve of a canal horse.

I'm looking forward to meeting this Garrison phenomenon.

Thank you.

You know, I trot Jack out whenever

I want to attract a crowd.

We've raised $2,000 for my hospital overseas

for war orphans.

If we Americans join the allies at war

with the same kind of enthusiasm,

we'll put an end to the blessed mess.

I understand the book that you and Jack

are collaborating on concerns an orphan.

Yes.

When it's reviewed,

I'd like to host a charity ball for our man air,

using the novel as the theme.

Well I can't imagine my book as a setting for a charity fundraiser.

You must be Dr. Blythe.

Mr. Garrison.

How do you do? I've been looking forward to meeting.

The subject of such devotion.

You are fortunate to hold

this young woman's intense esteem and adoration.

A writer is often only married to the art of language.

I predict enormous happiness for you both.

Well, uh, thank you.

Anne.

Aunt Kit, Dr. Blythe is one of the senior staff members at Bellevue.

We have a number of guests here involved in fundraising

I'm sure you'd like to meet.

Miss Shirley and I have a bit of business to complicate things.

My nephew looks quite taken with your fiancee.

Well, Anne isn't easily influenced

when it comes to her writing.

I don't think he understands what he's up against.

Well?

It's not awful.

It's just not good enough.

I beg your pardon.

You changed everything that was genuine,

all the innocence.

I don't know what happened, but you better burn this.

Burn this?

Start over.

I'm trying to write the way you wanted me to.

I've exhausted myself making this work.

If you don't want to keep at it, go back and teach.

I can smell when something isn't working.

You wanted to be considered a serious writer.

That's why I'm helping you.

No, that's why I'm helping you.

Anne, you have the gift of human insight.

When I try to do better, I fail miserably.

Stop trying to write a best-seller.

You're the one who suggested this.

I came to you for help, Mr. Garrison.

All right, this entire gambit was a terrible idea.

Either you quit crying about it

or go back to the drawing board.

I got this one! I got that one!

What the heck are you doing?

Anne...

Anne, it's Jack.

I know you're in there.

I know my comments were a bit disparaging, I admit.

Thank you.

Harold.

Ah, Mr. Garrison.

I'm certainly looking forward to your next draft.

I'm sorry, Miss Shirley's at lunch.

May I leave a message?

Jack Garrison's notes seem to be pretty amusing.

You know, no one can tell you how to write.

Jack's not telling me how to write.

He's commenting.

Well, you've been published before.

Why do you need him?

My first book was small

and not widely read.

Don't worry -- he's turned out

to be a pretty good coach.

Really.

Good night.

Heading back to my place.

This is clearly malignant.

I'd prefer to let him have the use of his limbs

for what little time has left -- stitch him back up.

No.

I think we can successfully remove it.

It's highly unlikely.

You can't discontinue

without some benefit to this class.

Put it on record that I have declined to continue

for the safety of the patient.

Dr. Blythe!

Get back in there...

For the sake of the residents in the gallery who aspire to be you.

I'm not about to perform just to enhance the prestige of this institution.

I'm sorry.

Gil!

The politics of this organization are more than I ever bargained for.

I'm sorry.

It doesn't feel right that I should be so excited, then.

I want you to read it.

You're done.

We're submitting it tomorrow.

It's the best of everything you've ever written.

Yes!

Are you certain?

So much so that I...

have no idea why you're going to allow him to put his name on it alongside yours.

Because I couldn't have done it without him.

And you, too.

Can I put my name on it too?

What if this is the only chance

I ever have of getting it published?

Don't sell yourself short.

I'm not.

Jack is submitting it tomorrow under both our names.

Ok, I can't stop you.

I just think you deserve a proper credit.

Ah, Miss Shirley, Mr. Winfield would like to see us both

in his office right away, please.

Send those galleys to the top five distributors, Nellie

and those demonstration covers, as well, please.

What?

Oh, that's the cover of Jack's latest.

It's sensational, isn't it?

The book is a complete departure.

He's written it just for women.

You did well in coercing him.

Mr. Winfield feels we've hit pay dirt on this one.

Mr. Owen,

This is my book.

Oh, and, Nellie, send a personal note from me as senior editor, please

Thank you very much.

Come along, Miss Shirley.

This is my original work.

This is my...

This is my book.

Now, we'd all like to take credit for a job well done,

but let's not be absurd.

I've asked you both here

at the request of Mr. Garrison and his legal counsel,

Mr. Chambers.

How do you do?

There now.

The finest novel Mr. Garrison ever penned,

don't you agree, Owen?

Sir.

Hmm, however,

Mr. Garrison asserts that he co-wrote it

along with you, Miss Shirley.

Mr. Garrison and I haven't...

had the opportunity to re-discuss the credit.

But it is my original work, yes.

Unfortunately co-authorships don't sell.

Your name would denigrate the

promotability of Mr. Garrison's.

- In any event,

we want out of this contract.

Jack has nothing else to deliver.

And he has other professional interests he wants to pursue.

I sincerely doubt Miss Shirley's

claim, sir.

She just hasn't the experience.

Well, since your client is so anxious to be relieved

of his contract, these provisions

obligate us no further than Jack's credit.

But, Mr. Winfield... I pretty much wrote every word.

Really?

Well, if that's the case, you, my dear, are a terrible opportunist.

I wrote this book.

And don't you dare think of publishing these galleys

or anything else of mine, or I'll see you in court.

He submitted it.

His name goes on it.

Good day, sir.

Uh, yes, good day to you.

Anne.

You hypocritical swindler.

What?

What did you call this business? packaged goods?

You're all nothing better than a bunch of pirates!

Bad news: he's going to publish it with only your credit.

Good news: you're out of your contract.

Anne!

Anne, wait! They can't publish it.

I won't allow it. You're making...

A big mistake.

The only mistake I made was seeing stars

in my eyes when I agreed to this charade.

Yes, it was a charade.

I wanted to work with you.

I admire your work.

I'm in love with you.

There.

If it never gets published,

at least I've preserved some dignity.

I just don't know what to tell you.

Nothing.

I have to ask myself, how could I have been so naive?

Because you're always going off so impulsively,

trying to be somebody other than yourself.

But I love you...

For all your unpredictability.

When I said that I'd get used to it here, I meant it.

I won't let you down.

I'll find something else.

Anne,

you're never going to find another job

in any publishing company in New York once this gets out.

What is so blessed funny?

Oh, come on, Anne.

This is not the end of the world.

I'm never going to be the renowned physician

they'd like to make of me at Bellevue.

I'm happy being a good doctor.

That's all.

Let's go home.

Really?

Anne, there's Diana.

I'm just going to grab a paper.

Diana!

200 men just signed up today.

Where were you?

Just stepped off the ferry.

You can step right back on it and defend your country

if you're worth your salt.

Fred, good to see you.

I see you were accosted too.

Sign of a coward.

Those dames are trying to incite fellas to enlist.

Where are they taking them?

The old quarantine hospital up the coast has been converted

to a convalescent home for the boys

lucky enough to be sent back.

I should drive up, see if they need a hand.

You're not going anywhere, Gilbert Blythe!

You and your bride and I have business to discuss.

Best to choose your battles with these new-fangled businesswomen, Gil.

Well, will you look at that.

Mr. Harrison's gone and sold the place.

Please go.

Aren't you even the least bit curious?

No, and it is cruel of you to go on and on about it.

What are you smiling at?

You, you silly goose.

Why?

Gilbert's gone and bought the place for you.

With a little help from Fred's bank.

That is the most loving and generous thing

that anyone's ever done for me.

It makes up for every unfulfilled dream

I ever contemplated.

Thank you.

Just let me go in alone, just for a moment.

Ok.

I think you may be a kindred spirit after all.

I'll try and do anything

and be anything you want

if you'll only keep me, Miss Cuthbert.

If I were very beautiful and had nut-brown hair,

would you keep me?

We might be of some good to her.

Always be your Anne, Anne of Green Gables.

I can drive back and forth until the weather gets bad.

Then I'll board and come home on the weekends.

I won't let you sacrifice your education for me.

You blessed girl.

Is everything all right?

I'm home now.

This is my house.

Diana said I could stay with them until the wedding.

And that way you can live here.

You won't have to board in town.

Oh, I get to do all the work, I see.

I didn't mean it like that.

Oh, my God.

We did the right thing, didn't we?

Sure, we did.

What is it?

Nothing.

I was just thinking about Dr. Powell.

My leaving was an awful setback to him.

We did the right thing.

Well, we can't always take the most obvious road in life.

Our gains have been substantial, ladies and gentlemen!

For every 100 men who stood beside our King at Flanders,

over 200 enemy have fallen.

And if this trend continues...

Gil!

Moody.

Good to see you.

Josie.

We heard you were setting up an office at Green Gables.

Yes.

But so far no one's shown up for as much as a toothache.

Well, there are more crucial events

abroad that need safekeeping more than Green Gables.

I know that, Josie.

Moody, Josie, how lovely.

Anne.

Isn't it sad how few people our age have stayed in Avonlea?

Yes, everybody's left.

Look at here -

Carmody here has become such a big booming city now.

But it's good to see you're staying.

Well, congratulations are in order.

I hear Diana Barry's having the reception.

Yes, I hope you'll honour us with your presence.

Will you be getting married in uniform, Gil?

Gil's setting up to serve the community here.

And the papers say the war is going to be over in a few weeks.

Well, I suppose it's not your fault

if the American papers never report things accurately.

It's nothing less than a disaster.

My three brothers have left.

I mean, even Pa's gone as a civilian.

All able-bodied men feel a responsibility to protect our empire.

Able-bodied men are needed at home, too.

Look at Doc Stuart running the convalescent home for casualties

Gil's volunteering there.

Doc Stuart's near retirement.

No one in this town will be seen by a doctor

not prepared to serve his country.

Josie, Moody.

Well, I can see her tongue has grown by yards since we've been away.

That was practically a threat.

She's always been jealous of you and me.

For heaven's sake.

If the only medical help left are the Doc Stuart's,

this island will need all the help it can muster.

I should pay Doc Stuart a visit.

Whoa!

I'm going to see how much assistance I can be here.

I won't be long.

I've got lots to keep me busy.

Gil.

Do you think it's as bad as they say overseas?

I'm worried a war of this size isn't going to be over in

weeks or months, Anne.

What's at the other end can't be glorious at all.

I'll do everything I can...

For now.

We'd be grateful for even a few hours of your time each week.

My practice isn't very busy yet.

'Morning, Jim.

Look at that.

Jim.

Your brother Harry used to play hockey with me

on the Avonlea Avengers.

I lost track of him.

Uh, Dr. Blythe.

I don't think Harry made it.

Three weeks on a ship coming home with no care whatsoever.

This one's lucky to be alive...

If the gangrene doesn't get him.

Now let's get a look at those dressings.

There's shrapnel in there that won't let it heal.

We could operate right away

if you have anything to knock him out with.

May!

Let's take Jim inside.

There's not much morphine.

Any supplies that you can track down would be appreciated.

They don't even patch them up before they ship them home.

They'd have a better chance if someone took the time on the battle field.

Yeah.

Oh! There's the ballroom at the White Sands.

Well, actually, we had something a little different in mind.

Well, what about setting up a beautiful white silk tent in the garden for the reception.

We were thinking...

A simple ceremony on the lawn or in the orchard at Green Gables.

- Anne, there's so much more room here for all the guests.

But, Diana, there's nothing wrong

with a quiet home ceremony.

It was just good enough for you and Fred

before you started putting on airs.

I do not put on airs, Mother.

Yes, you do.

Well- Fred,

you're finally home.

Dinner wouldn't keep. I let Agnes leave.

Diana, may I speak with you for a moment?

We're in the middle of planning.

It can't wait.

We need to speak privately.

What's so blessed important that you could be so rude?

The money markets have been a shambles

these past few months because of the war

and the bank's having to consolidate.

They decided to close my branch today.

Well I'm sure they'll transfer you somewhere nearby.

I'm not taking another position.

We're well off.

Perhaps you won't even have to return to work.

Anne, Gil' I want to compare lists to yours.

I'm not going back to work, Diana.

I'm enlisting.

Your family comes before your country.

Fred...

What the devil are you doing here so early in the morning?

We need to speak.

Can you give me a lift in before Anne comes over?

I, uh, worked out a budget to manage the monthly expenses.

All our investments are secure.

Fred, I don't think Diana's going to react as you imagine.

Can't you at least tell her--

Gil,

Diana can't face the reality of being of service to one's country.

This has been going on for months.

I understand.

I really do.

Ok.

Give Diana and the kids a kiss for me.

Tell them I'll be back in a month,

once we've cleaned the Kaiser's clock, eh.

God speed.

Thanks.

Hey, back of the line.

We're first to sign up today.

This is for those of you who lag behind.

You don't want your kids asking you,

"so, what did you do in the war, Daddy?"

Are you a pacifist?

Or are you just yellow?

You can recruit a man, not a jellyfish.

Anne, what's taking so darn long?

Don't get your knickers in a knot.

Oh, Anne, you're ravishing.

Who ever would have thought a store-bought dress

would satisfy Diana?

But you were right.

Oh, Diana's veil looks perfect for something borrowed.

How's the dress for length?

I may have to take it up a little,

but it's a perfect fit otherwise.

Gilbert Blythe, what are you doing?

It's very bad luck

to see your prospective bride in her wedding dress.

Gil, just wait on the porch

and I'll change.

Into the kitchen.

I just dropped Fred off.

He spoiled it.

That's all there is to it.

We're going 10 have to change the entire design of the dress to disguise it.

Dear Mrs. Barry, I've weathered lots of bad luck in my day.

I have to stop him.

But Diana, he'll be on the ferry to the mainland by now.

What possessed you to help him?

I am not condoning my involvement.

Diana, Diana, he needed someone to see him off.

He couldn't confront you for fear that

you wouldn't understand his reasons.

He told me to say goodbye to you and the kids.

The past year in New York, this war was just

a headline in the paper - Here...

It's our duty.

You're getting married in a week.

But what's the point if you're just

going to desert your family?

Anne, are you going back home already?

Anne?

Anne?

You don't need to do this now.

We need to talk.

Anne, please.

I have to do this.

Help me with this.

Anne, Anne, I got it.

Call for help.

Emily, Emily, Green Gables is on fire.

Send the blessed fire wagon.

Anne, Anne, you can't, Anne.

No, no!

I guess providence was looking out for the old place.

Alright, Jack.

We're grateful, fellows.

...And roll these out.

Old Jerry says that he can replace the windows.

Do the repairs right away.

We can finish restoring when I return.

Marry me now... and let me go.

Everything I've ever loved...

It's taken away.

By the power invested in me,

I declare you Officer and Mrs. Blythe...

Thank you.

It's very sweet of you.

Thank you.

Forgive me for what I said that day.

You've done us all very proud, Gil.

Thank you. shall we be friends now?

Your attention, please.

Ladies and gentlemen, a toast.

To the happy couple, huh?

Who...are...about to sacrifice

Some of the happiest days of their lives...

To defend God and the empire.

Hear, hear.

The happy couple.

Well, somebody's got to avert the gloom of Reverend Morgan.

Let's get the Bride and Groom dancing.

Diana, we've waited five years for this.

Don't rush.

Yes, and another toast... to Officer Blythe...

And all the god-fearing men who are off to destroy the Hun.

Don't step on my notes.

They're part of my sermon.

Oh, dear... Oh my...

Sorry, I've ruined the tent it appears.

What do you mean the tent was too tall?

Hello, uh, Madam...

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

The postman dropped this notice off, Miss Shirley.

Thank you.

There is a registered package for you at the Charlottetown post office.

Oh, yeah.

Do you make lots of money writing magazine articles, Miss Shirley?

No, not a lot,

but, with tutoring, It's enough to get by.

Ginny, you have five weeks before the exams for Redmond.

I'm terrified to the point of dyspepsia.

Promise me you'll brush up over the holidays.

I haven't had a student of mine pass with less than flying colours yet.

Won't you be there, Miss Shirley?

You don't need me to hold your hand, Ginny.

Your Latin and Greek may be

at the mercy of providence,

but you shall excel

in all the other arts.

That I have every faith in.

Hello, you have something for me.

There you are.

Thank you.

Oh, as I live and breathe.

The world thinks you're hibernating at the bottom

of a well, Anne dear, I haven't seen you all winter.

Rachel.

Have you heard the news?

No.

Davey Keith's signed up.

Has he?

Trust that bright little devil

to come home driving a tank...

But that's not the worst or the latest.

The Wrights got word.

No.

Fred's gone missing at Vimy Ridge.

Oh, my god.

They think they found six other boys from Carmody, too.

Charlie Sloane, Moody Spurgeon...

Apparently, several of their tags got sent

to government house at Charlottetown.

As it happens, Fred's wasn't among them.

He's been listed all the same.

Oh Lord, I'll call on Diana.

To the most faithful, to our glorious dead.

Charles Sloane...

Wilfred Bell...

Moody Spurgeon.

And to those missing in action...

Fred Wright and Alistair Covey...

May their weary souls rest in God

should providence call them, too.

Would you all please turn with me to hymn number 5507

Abide with me.

Fast falls the eventide.

Anne? Anne.

I can't, I can't sit in there and listen helplessly.

Come here.

What you hear from Gil?

All of his letters were sent back.

Oh.

I'm afraid.

Something's happened.

I need to know what.

What can you possibly do?

Go to the last field hospital I have record of.

Search from there.

Through all of France?

They won't let civilians to the front.

I won't stay here and wait for my husband's funeral.

No.

I have to go.

You can do what the rest of us only dream of doing, Anne.

Will you be all right?

We're moving in with Mum next week.

The house sold, then?

It's all right.

We were never happy there anyway.

Come and live at Green Gables till I come back.

I'd feel better knowing you were there,

Oh, Thank you.

Thank you.

Germans will eat humble pie for sinking the Lusitania,

now that the Yanks have joined up.

It's about time.

Bar-le-duc next.

We're getting off at that field hospital.

Then we'll catch the next train, meet up at Ypres in the morning.

Why isn't the train stopping?

The town must be under siege.

I have to get off my husband may be stationed at the field hospital.

Stand back! It's far too dangerous.

I have to get off! I have to get off!

Give me your hand!

Here! Reach! Herel

Give me your hand!

Anne Shirley?

What?

It's a joke.

Close the door! Get back!

Open it!

My husband may be back there, please!

There's nothing left,

even if you could get off!

What happened back there?

When the Jerries started trying to level the town,

British minefields went off everywhere.

Field hospital's about the only thing left standing.

How can I get back?

It's a cesspool.

Not many civilians make it this far.

I'm tracking my husband for months.

If he's there, I've missed my only chance to get off the train.

Life is full of missed opportunities.

Ha.. . What are you doing here?

I've been working as a war correspondent back and forth

between London and Belgium for a year.

Putting the name Jack Garrison to good use?

Hasn't hurt.

American papers love the sensational.

I'm sure they do.

What now?

Did we hit something?

The Germans have ambushed the line.

Open the door.

What in god's name is going on?

Pipe down -- we'll get shot because of you.

Here...

Down in the trench.

Hurry.

We got no choice but hide here till morning.

I must find a way to get back

to the field hospital at Bar-le-duc.

Maybe it's the only safe place, as long as it's been cleared.

Get rid of that uniform.

Why?

Jerries will shoot you on sight, like those poor wretches back there.

Why?

They were with the Red Cross.

Red Cross volunteers equals supplies.

Jerries are in worse shape than the Limeys right now.

They'll kill you as soon as they look at you if they think you got morphine.

Colette?

Anne Shirley.

Anne Blythe.

Anne, this is Colette.

Hello.

She doesn't speak English.

Her family's scattered.

I planned on getting them to safety,

but plans changed for worse.

Tu dors maintenant... Cherie, tu dors.

...Thank heavens not everything was lost.

How old is the baby?

Barely a year.

I never thought I'd live to see the day I'd thank you,

Jack Garrison.

Colette, pour le bebe... Pour vous.

Here, pour vous.

Pour la manger.

Merci, madame, merci.

Jack.

No, thank you.

Anne, I meant what I said back in New York...

I wanted to help you.

Your life has obviously gone in one sweeping direction

and mine in another.

I meant what I said, too.

Mr. Garrison.

Mr. Garrison.

It's a German horse to boot.

Maybe we can hitch it to a wagon

and help us get back to the field hospital.

Anne, Anne.

They're blowing up the train back there.

Come back.

You can't be sane, Anne, Anne!

Are you hurt?

That's the train they're blowin' up.

Hell of a way to come up with a story material,

huh, Mrs. Blythe?

We'll hitch the horse to the wagon and move out at dawn.

It's clear, move!!

They've broken through, Captain.

They gassed us; they broke through.

Fix your bloody bayonets, Officers.

We have to go help.

No, Anne, wait!

Cover the babe. Anne, wait.

Those fumes are toxic.

Couple of whiffs of this stuff, and you won't get up.

I can't move with them around here any more.

What are you saying?

I'll catch up with you at the field hospital.

What?

If I don't show up, if something happens-

Where are you going?

I need you to get Colette and the baby to this address in London.

What are you talking about?

I have an apartment there.

I keep it as an office. It's all paid for.

I can't leave France, while you run off and get yourself a good story.

I wish it were that simple. This war has to end.

And I have my part in it.

Field hospital's down in the valley.

Ho, Sergeant!

Sergeant, General Pershing on that train?

I need to talk to him! Wait, damn it!

American soldiers.

Courage, but nothing upstairs.

Madame Blythe vous protege tous les deux.

She's a good woman.

Non, ca suffit, ca suffit.

Au revoir.

Au revoir, little guy.

Amene-moi avec toi.

Wait! Wait!

You are despicable!

If I ever get my hands on you!

Well he'll live...

If we can find a quiet truck for him that doesn't shake.

Picked up a whole company half an hour ago, Doctor.

No one noticed them missing till the gas attack this morning.

And General Spence has orders that we move to Neuf Chateau

by this afternoon.

We'll never get all casualties in from the field by then.

Well then only bring back those that we have a hope of treating;

not these poor souls that are gone by the time we get them.

If we're overrun, they'll capture this hospital for supplies.

Just give them all a good dose of morphine in the trucks

so they can sleep -- my orders stand.

Right.

Dope them up.

I'll be outside.

Doctor will be along soon love.

Dr. Blythe!

Colonel Marshall wants you to head up to the clearing station.

Headquarters has been shelled.

They're up to their eyeballs in fatalities.

You can take this ambulance.

Here let me take.

No, no, no, it's all right.

Please help me.

This woman's exhausted.

It's all right.

My husband might be here, he can help us.

I'll get food.

Excuse me, excuse me.

I'm looking for Dr. Gilbert Blythe.

He's my husband.

Up there, love.

Gil!

Gil!

Colette.

Please, please, take the baby in the tent, please.

Help me!

No time to spare we're being bombed --

Matron round up all available drivers.

We'll lay her down there.

It's all right Colette, it's ok.

It's all right now, Colette.

It's going to be all right.

Promettez... Promettez...

Promettez-moi... Promettez.

Mon bebe... Promettez.

Promise... I promise.

Garde-le.

I promise.

We need every able-bodied driver, Madam.

If you're Dr. Blythe's wife, you can meet him at the next station.

She's gone.

Step this way, dear.

What about this baby?

Field nurses should look after it.

Follow me.

What about the girl?

Stretcher bearer's duty, dear.

Maps and whatever supplies are in the canteen up front.

Get moving.

This place is going to be destroyed.

Cripes, that was close.

Here, let me take him. What's his name?

Dominic.

Thank god you can drive, Miss.

When them shell-shocked stretcher-bearers get behind the wheel, lord.

Avoid mud holes at all costs.

Abigail, you navigate for her.

What will happen to him?

Maybe find a home,

a church in the next town - if it isn't blasted to smithereens.